#{ thread | dom }

[s0fter-sin]

nikolai hunting ghost down whenever they're on the same base and plucking him from whatever duties he has to whisk him away somewhere private. he has no authority, nothing more than his reputation as a rogue pilot with a few screws loose, but the way he fearlessly manhandles the ghost has people ducking out of his way anyway

behind a locked door, he offers ghost the choice of either curling up at his feet or sitting pliant in his lap, his full weight against him with his head lax on his shoulder; warm, comfortable, boneless

he then tucks his mask up above his lips and plies him with fruit and sweets; things he'd never buy for himself, indulgences he’d never entertain, wasted on a hollow shell like him

but nikolai? oh, he knows how much he deserves them; these precious moments of peace where the only thing ghost exists for is the next delicious bite

he feeds them to him one by one; thumbing strawberry juice and powdered sugar from his lips, humming in pure pleasure as he sucks it away, and smiles at ghost’s involuntary shivers when he feeds him his favourites. ghost doesn't even know what most of the sweets even are; what they’re made of or even what country nikolai buys them from. he just knows he loves them; loves the chase of nikolai’s fingers on his tongue after each one even more

nikolai always brings plenty for him, always draws it out, wanting these rare breaths of contentment to last for ghost’s sake as much as his own; offering plump bites of tart, homemade treats, letting rich chocolate melt between his fingers so it's soft in his mouth and watches his eyes flutter shut as he savours it

decadence incarnate; slow taught and hard won

ghost licks the dregs from his fingers and suckles them long after they're clean; the thought of an empty mouth so wrong to his sweet-clouded mind. nikolai coos in russian down at him, brushing his fingers through his hair as he holds him close, but he's too far away to take in any of it; the only thing holding him in the present the sugared fingers held gently in his mouth

after all, nikolai's always been his favourite sweet

[rosy-bless]

obsessed with the nuance between a cocky “you can’t make me sneeze” and a desperate “please don’t let me sneeze”

[tigreblvnc]

cw: murder case, angst, thriller, cat-and-mouse game.

Isagi's back rests against the cabinet. The hundreds of neatly aligned files tremble under his weight.   He sighs, wiping away the thin layer of sweat coating his forehead with the back of his hand.

His chest swells,   then collapses in a meditative exhale.  

Eyes closed, the only thing he can sense is the scent of his lukewarm coffee.   The waft of cigarette smoke that fills the precinct's offices.

He clears his mind, drowning out the constant hum of the bustling building:   the incessant ringing phones,   the paperwork piling up on every surface, mountains of torment,   the sharp heels echoing down endless corridors,   the trivial chatter around the coffee machine,   the printers endlessly whirring.

He shuts out all the external noise interfering with his thoughts.

"How does he do it?" Officer Nanase wonders from across the room, while his colleague, spinning idly in his desk chair, smirks.

"Leave him be, Inspector's deep in meditation," Karasu, his legs casually crossed and propped on his desk, glances at his watch. "Ah. Time for a break. Nanase, ya comin'?"

The pair takes off, leaving Isagi Yoichi to his deep reflection.

On the right wall, the one overlooking the vast streets of the capital, stands a corkboard.   Pinned to it are photos, newspaper clippings, evidence, and clues, all connected by colored strings.   His eyes open to this mental map, one only he can understand.

His back pulls away from the cabinet.   He faces the fruits of his two-month-long investigation.

It's an unprecedented case that shakes the heart of Tokyo.   The entire city is holding its breath.

Where is the killer?   How did they leave no trace of their last crime?   What's their name?   Is it a man? A woman?   Does they act alone, or are they being helped?

The last appearance of the criminal dates back two weeks, in Kabukicho—the red-light district of Tokyo.

What are they after? What are their intentions behind their actions…?

Isagi crosses his arms over his chest, resting his chin in one hand, perplexed.   If only he could understand his attacker's mind better.   If only he could meet them, just once…   Then, everything would become clearer.

At least,   that's what he believes.

© TIGREBLVNC 2024 | RIN ITOSHI & YOICHI ISAGI ROLEPLAY.

[lovethytendytenderly]

Got to a part in flooded lungs where it’s like:

Ek: *stops touching Tristan for literally 5 sec*

Tristan: am I bad? Am I a bad sub? Drop! Drop for Tristan for one thousand years.

Ek: I literally just need to get you naked so I can take care of you properly *cursing in swedish*

[kcyars99]

Taylor's reaction to The Times' review of TTPD:

''🤍These chemicals hit me like whiiiiite wiiiiine 🤍''

[zombeesknees]

i was confused as to why my dash was suddenly full of LOST -- specifically the "Pilot", which, truth be told, really IS a helluva pilot, regardless of what came after -- and then I realized yesterday was the 20th anniversary of the premiere.

[merry-andrews]

Hi!! I'm looking for a rp partner 21+ for Ethan Winters/Karl Heisenberg pairing! I published an ad in many rp blogs but couldn't find a partner sadly and I'm so into RE right now! I'm okay with all theme and usfw is so welcomed here, too!

[writermuses]

Though Caitriona nodded, she wondered if Dominic thought she was a bad mother for not having thought of doing that. Though they were together before her father's murder and her mothers untimely death, Caitriona hadn't taken Dom to meet them, only talked about them often. "My dad left INTERPOL before TK was born. I'm not sure he would have even had connections to get something like that set up for us, let alone any kids that TK and I would have one day. I can only assume it's pretty expensive." Now that he'd seen her flat it was obvious she didn't have a penny to her curse name. At his suggestion to let it go for now, she nodded with a polite smile, though the worry would stay there.

Mary was all color and Caitriona had never met anyone like her before. Jude was immediately drawn to the woman, all wide eyes and grabby hands. "My family calls-called me Mo, but anything's fine. Caitriona's a bit of a mouth full." She swallowed, still a little nervous and half behind Dominic's larger form, though the chunky baby in her arms was cooing and leaning forward, still eager to get out of her arms and into Mary's. "Would you like to hold him. He's clearly more interested in you than me." There was no sense of worry or sadness in her tone. She trusted that Dom wouldn't put Jude around someone unsafe.

continued from here for @sirxnx

[ultfan]

the greatest struggle of all is believing komaeda would be hypersexual (it makes sense given what we know — i could write up a whole thing on it), but knowing half the fandom portrays him that way — but like. in a way i hate and view as really strange LMAO.

[ofviolentdeath]

@neonbitemarks did not ask for this

"Hey, Cals? Can we talk?"

[kurtxhummels]

When they initially talked about going on a 'date', the plan had been to go for dinner, but when Dom had suggested going to a wine tasting instead Kurt had readily agreed to the change; truthfully, it could have been wine tasting before dinner, but to be fair as soon as he heard 'wine tasting' that was all he needed to hear. Kurt had been to a couple wine tastings in New York with some casting directors before everything with Trent had come out, and he genuinely enjoyed it. Opting to wear a pair of form-fitting black pants, a white collared shirt with the first few buttons undone, and a purple-grey blazer with a purple and white pocket square, he smirked at his reflection in the window outside of the winery, fixing a small piece of hair that was out of place before glancing down at his watch. He was a few minutes early, so he pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket and leaned against the front of the building while waiting for Dom to arrive.

@djdomberry

[roxana-santiago]

Roxana wondered if it's common for small cities like Bearcreek to have random events. There was always some function in Philly, but with how large the city is, you rarely kept track of them. Given the size of Bearcreek and that Chase told her of the carnival, Roxana knew it was a matter of time before she crossed its path during her weekend excursion. After Chase told her about the carnival, Roxana found all the information on the city's site and read that there would be a fireworks show. Happy as can be at a doggy daycare, Kiba was given a little puppy sedative in case the fireworks scared him. There's no way Roxana will bring him to the carnival as he'll drag her around the grounds in hopes of catching any stray food crumbs.

After her arrival, Roxana entered the ticket booth line, ready to purchase a decent amount for games and rides. She busied herself on her phone, skimming Instagram (under an alias), and tapped into an ad for a face cream. While she looked at the reviews, someone joined the line behind her. Roxana gave them a cursory nod and hesitated. "Dom?" she asked, hoping to whatever higher being was listening that she didn't fuck up his name. "Hi. It's Roxana. We met at the..." another beat of hesitation, "cornhole game." The inner eye-roll commenced, for she loathes the name. "Did you just get here?"

[kamisadopteddaughter]

Michael Cole calling Dominik "brainwashed" again, we're getting those sympathy points back.

[pastafossa]

I was unaware of exactly how much I *needed* sub!Matt in my life again. Thank you for delivering beautifully in this chapter. I'm dying over here. This is me, typing in ghost form.

☠️👻

I'm imagining you like the dude in Ghosts whose ghost power is being able to touch a single computer key if he focuses really hard, and you've just been slowly pecking this out while dead and it's KILLING ME so thank you in return! 😂

And YES, lovely bit of sub!Matt switchery so he gets cared for cause damned if that isn't the only way he'll let himself be taken care of. This'll also balance out what's going to happen once their two-week halt on sex is up cause we're going to lean hard into Dom!Feral!Devil mode for that one.

who wants a rooftop fucking show of hands oh look there's my hand thanks me no problem me

[edgecfeden]

cont'd from here for @cruelangcls !

"you did, see?" dom smirked a little as she took advantage of where daphne was looking, pressing around her crotch to show off the thick bulge of her cock in her pants to the other even more. it was the first real hint of just how much cock daphne would be taking, though dom had hinted to daphne that hers was a fair bit bigger than most. "and i haven't even taught you anything yet… what can i say? i guess i have a weakness for hot girls in sexy lingerie." dom grinned as she let her hands gently explore daphne's body, sliding over the blonde's generous curves with an indulgent squeeze at their ass. "you can touch me, too, if you want…"

[fatescattered]

@indigodreames gets a plotted thing!

the occasional rough night calls for tess to pick up a bottle to forget her troubles – always in the comfort of her home or in her locked office. tonight, though, she can't bear the idea of being alone with her thoughts.

it's been exactly a year since peter died. tess likes to think she does a good job of dulling the pain and not think about him in general... but today, she sees reminders of him everywhere she looks. her home is filled with little things that make her think of her best friend, of all the years they spent together.

she hates it. she misses him.

she's not usually one to go to bars, but it seems tonight will be an exception. tess picks the one closest to her house without much thought, not caring whether she'll find someone she knows there.

" hey, " she offers a low-energy greeting to the bartender as she takes a seat at the counter. " can i get... " tess trails off for a moment, and then sighs, shrugging her shoulders in defeat. " whatever drink is the strongest. "