#even through his stroke he was very interested still making questions and stuff

[spacealligator]

I just tried to explain ABO/omegaverse/mpreg to my boyfriend, someone very removed from fandom life, and he almost had a stroke poor thing

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Ghosted

Male Jock Yandere Ghost x Gender Neutral Nerd Ghost Reader

CW: Reader death, ghosts, spirit world, manipulative yandere, stalking, general yandere behavior, consensual sex

Word Count: 801

(Trying to get back into the habit of writing, this is the result, hope you like it! I consider a demented ghost as still being a monster and therefore still teratophilia.)

You had died in college. One moment, you were being your nerdy self, rummaging through your binder, and the next, you were on the ground. You didn't really remember much, all very fuzzy. Was it a stroke? A brain aneurysm? You had no idea.

Once you were brain dead, though, you stepped from your body and appeared on the ghostly plane. A fog filled realm that somewhat mirrored the world of the living. Though spirits could make alterations, there were spaces untouched by the activities of the still living. 

There were a lot of ghosts. Many of them wandered aimlessly or were stuck in a loop of denial, acting out behaviors as if they were still alive. Others lashed aggressively, unable to regain their grip on their sanity. 

You mostly kept to yourself. Like Jonesy taught you. He was a former jock about your age when he died in the late 80s. He still wore his letterman jacket. You weren't limited to the clothes you died in, but you figured it was a symbol of how he was still attached to his old life.

Jonesy had taught you a lot of things. He had pretty much been your mentor since you had died. He was there waiting when you passed. He said he had sensed someone might die as he was wandering the halls of the college, where he had also died years ago. 

Jonesy said he was stuck in a loop. Being alone had made him lose his mental stability. But when he sensed you were about to die, it snapped him out of it. He said you saved him, so he wanted to get to know you and help you navigate the land of the dead. 

Plus, being together would help prevent the two of you from getting mentally frail. 

It was a bit of a paradox. Jonesy taught you to avoid most spirits, but communication and relationships were essential to staying sane. 

"You just have to know the right types to befriend. Many of the people here have a darkness in them and can drag you down if you're not careful."

He also told you the other secret to remaining stable. 

"You have to keep busy, do stuff. Don't get too bored."

There was a surprising amount you could do as a ghost. You could go to stores and yoink whatever you wanted, eat whatever you wanted, play video games, there was even a ghost version of the internet! 

Getting infinite free popcorn at the movies was your favorite thing. Jonesy always did that lame pretend yawn thing that ended with his arm wrapped around you. It was nice, though. Made you feel safe. You had been touch starved in life.

The transition to him being your boyfriend was so seemless and natural that you barely noticed that it had happened. You had never stopped any of his advances. Cuddling you, holding you, and smooching your cheek.

You didn't even question it when chaste kisses led to him kissing you hungrily before carefully taking off your clothing, like he was removing the wrapping from something delicate. 

Soon you found yourself laying ass up on his bed with him pounding into you, drinking in all your lusty moans and unabashed calling of his name.

He gripped your hips firmly as he came deeply into you; the pleasure made you see stars. His girthy cock stretched you wonderfully. You felt so lucky and special that this jock spirit had taken an interest in you, a lowly nerd.

Jonesy felt lucky too. He hadn't been in a loop. For a year before your death, he had been haunting you, It was difficult to peek into the living world, but once he found you, he was addicted. 

He loved watching you read books, study, and watch anime. He especially loved watching you shower, fervently jerking hinself off as he did so. 

It wasn't enough though. He needed to have you with him! You had been so perfect for him. You were kindred souls in a way. You were always alone and starved for attention. You'd fall for his affections easily, and you wouldn't just crossover beyond the purgatory the two of you were now in, you were too depressed for that.

Influencing people who were still alive was nearly impossible, but decades of being alone had made Jonesy angry and bitter. He used those emotions as fuel and tried many times to trip you down the stairs or get you to stroll into traffic absentmindedly. Finally, the jock was successful in busting something in your head.

At long last, you were with him. As he held you tightly, after making love several more times, he knew he'd be able to keep you there forever and he'd never have to be alone again. 

[anas-aspiration]

Hi! Can I make a request where reader is really innocent (like Ana from 50 shades innocent) and she and Carl are making out in his room and she starts grinding on his thigh so he turns all softdom on her and guides her and leaves hickeys all over her sweet spots? <3

Pale

Warnings: thigh riding, hickeys, clit

433 words Not edited yet edited

God, today was so boring” you huffed, plopping onto carls bed.

You swung your arm over to his bed and switched on the fan to its highest setting, immidietly melting into the cool air.

“What did you do?” he questioned, now joining you on his bed.

“Well while you were out on that run, exploring and doing interesting stuff, I was here being forced to join Ron in teaching his brother baseball.” You sighed very loudly, hinting to him about a previous conversation about wanting to go with him on runs.

“Baby.. you know you can’t come with me, it’s just too dangerous out there and we haven’t trained you yet.” he said in a stern, yet caring voice, bringing his hand to stroke your hair.

“I know… and it’s okay, I just hoped the answer changed” you sat up

You knew he was just looking after you, but you can never shake off the small feeling of worry whenever he was away. As your mind drifted for a split second you couldn’t help but notice how soft and warm he looked in his pajamas. A fuzzy feeling erupted in your stomach as you looked him up and down swiftly.

“It’s only because I love you, okay?” he said faintly, cupping your face

“I know, I love you too” you said smiling

He leant in, connecting your lips. His lips were plump and gentle. You both stayed like that for a second as he traced his hands down your side, making you slightly squirm. You moved further into the kiss letting it get deeper, and more heated.

You slowly break the kiss, catching your breath, and climb on top of his lap. With a sigh, you wrapped your arms around his torso and laid your head on his shoulder, feeling his warmth. He began to trace your back, finding your ticklish spots making you squirm into him once again. But this time was different, you felt a jolt of pleasure down your abdomen that was very unfamiliar.

You stayed frozen in your position, trying hard not to chase the pleasure you had just received. It was obvious he didn’t notice because he was still tracing your back. It had suddenly gotten so much hotter in the room and this new feeling was not helping. It couldn’t hurt to just move your hips a little bit more, he hadn’t even noticed the first time. Slowly you rolled your hips downward, and continued to get a little carried away. Your breath got heavier, as you closed your eyes slowly riding out this small amount of bliss.

“Y/n?” Carl questioned, guiding your hair behind your ear so he could see your face.

“Mhm?”

“Does that feel nice?”

You blushed shamefully. “I-“ you paused unknowing of what to say.

He slid his hands down to your hips and began to guide them down his thigh on his own. “I get it..do you want to keep feeling good?”

You nodded, head buzzing.

He began slowly kissing down your neck and leaving prominent hickeys all the way down to your chest. You look down to see your body well and abused from his lips. He unbottoned your tank top to reveal your bare chest. He swirled his tounge along each bud, letting the cool air take you.

His rough hands trace the top of your cotton shorts and up your stomach. All of this was overwhelming you, your mind raced through blank thoughts. Your eyelids droop further with each soft moan that falls from your lips.

You reach a particularly smooth spot and loud squeak slips out.

“Baby you have to keep quiet for me, can you do that?”

“Yea” you say feebly

You could feel him getting hard through his sweats. It was driving you into the clouds.

He took your hand in his and guided it down your shorts, then circled your clit with your index and middle fingers, leaving you feeling weak.

The pleasure felt like fireworks all up your body.

“carl-” you moaned out

“Are you close?”

“I think so”

You began to get sloppy with your movements, chasing the feeling of tipping over the edge.

Your eyes froze shut and your mouth gaped open before Carl caught your lips in a kiss before you could make any more noise. Your vision went white, and you basically saw stars. The orgasm rocked you. Carl helped you ride the whole thing out.

Once it faded away, you plopped down onto the bed once again.

“You’ve never done that before?” Carl asked after you caught your breath.

“Well.. no”

“That’s okay, but why are you laying down, we’re not done.”

A/n!!

Boy am I ready to go to bed. I wish I could sleep for days. But I really enjoyed writing this even though I feel like I didn’t quite give it my all so I’m gonna proofread and edit a bit later. But thank you for the request hope this suffices 🩶 also not apart of kinktober

[dollfacefantasy]

Beginning to Slip

pairing: toji fushiguro x fem!reader

summary: after watching one of the scream movies, you have some fun with toji and a ghostface mask

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, cnc, size kink, knife play, face slapping, degradation, dacryphilia, mentions of murder and death and ghostface stuff

word count: 3k

a/n: um i had to repost cause if issues with tags. but yes i did write one like this for leon a few months ago but idgaf 🤪 i hope everyone enjoys <3

It had started normal enough. A regular night shared between you and your boyfriend, watching movies in bed as you often would do when you both had the spare time and lack of energy for anything else. After scrolling through the tv for a while, you came across one of the new Scream movies.

“Ooh, I haven’t seen this one yet. Wanna watch with me?” you’d asked him casually, sparing a little glance in his direction.

Toji looked at the screen, scanning the description with mild interest. He shrugged. He’d never shared your affinity for horror, never really saw the appeal of slasher movies, but if it put you in a good mood, why would he say no?

You pressed play and tossed the remote to the side. Your head rests on his chest, splitting your hearing between the actors talking and the steady beat of his heat. He absentmindedly strokes your head. You’re quiet for the first couple scenes. That is until you hear the iconic voice crackling through the opening girl’s phone.

“Why does the killer voice get less hot every movie?” you ask.

A simple, innocuous question. One you had posed to other people when you had watched the film before this one. But to Toji, it isn’t just a passing remark. He raises an eyebrow and looks down at you.

“Hot?”

A smile grows on your lips as you meet his eyes. “Yeah, hot,” you laugh.

“Isn’t it supposed to be scary?” he teases.

“Yeah… but that’s what makes it hot,” you respond, your smile widening, “The voice, the knife, the stuff he says. I don’t know. It’s just kinda…” You squirm a bit, trying to communicate your desires through motions rather than figure out the proper wording.

“Kinda what?” he continues affectionately mocking, “You got a thing for masks too? Want me to rough you up a bit?”

You laugh a little more. “Maybe I do.”

His eyes widen with slight curiosity, but he plays it off in the moment, making a joke of how he didn’t know you were into that kind of thing. But the comment stayed with him. It replayed in his head even after the credits rolled and you fell asleep in his arms. It was still with him the next morning when he woke up.

Toji was by no means innocent. He was familiar with all this kinda stuff. He understood the appeal. That wasn’t what had his mind lingering on the idea as he showered and got ready for the day. He just never expected you, his girlfriend who’d always been so gentle, to want to get rough.

He wasn’t against the concept though. Not at all. Visions of you flooded his mind. You completely ruined beneath him, face wet with tears and drool, hips bruised from his fingers. He was so not against it he had to jerk off in the shower. Thanks to his overactive imagination though, it didn’t take too long. As soon as he got out and dried off, he ordered one of those masks.

He felt silly in the days after, painfully aware of how eager he was for it to arrive. When it finally arrived, he knew it was worth it though. He pulled it out of the bag, letting the black cloth fall into place. The ghoulish face stared back at him as if it knew what it was about to be used for.

That very night he intended to use it. He waited till the evening when you were sprawled across the couch relaxing. Then he snuck off to the bedroom and got dressed up. Donned in his normal black shirt with gray pants, he peered into the eyes of his reflection as he pulled the mask over his head. It sat flawlessly, the fabric pooling around his neck perfectly.

The last item he needs sits inside a drawer on his side of the bed. The knife. He’d had this part handled long before he knew you’d be into it. He takes out his favorite one, the one he knows will look prettiest pressed against your flesh. As he watches it glimmer in the dim light of the bedroom, he knows he’s ready to go.

He struts into the living room, pausing several feet away from you and allowing you to just take it in. He feels a pulse within the confines of his jeans as your eyes sparkle. You sit up slowly, looking him up and down.

“Toji?” you ask, “What… what are you doing?”

“You said you had a thing for masks and knives, yeah? Well I know you got a thing for me too,” he says as he begins to approach you.

He sees how your pupils lock onto the reflective blade. Holding the handle, he points it at you. The flat of the cool metal rests beneath your chin. He applies pressure and directs you to look up at him.

“Do you wanna try this out?” he breathes.

Timidly, you nod.

“I wanna hear you say it,” he says.

“I wanna try it out,” you answer.

“You want me to be rough?”

Another nod.

“How rough?”

“As much as you want,” you say so quietly it sounds close to a whisper.

He stares down at you for a moment, thinking over your answers. His thoughts smash into a mental wall when he hears your next sentence.

“Want you to make me cry,” you say. You’re looking up at him with doe eyes too. How could he resist this offer?

After a few moments of contemplation, he swipes the blade away from your jaw. “Should I give you a head start?” he asks simply.

A chill fizzles down your spine. He didn’t even need a voice mod. He already had the voice of an apex predator. You shake your head at his question, causing him to smile beneath the mask.

“Make the first move then, bunny,” he says.

As quick as you can, you scramble off the couch, ducking under his large arm. He chuckles while making a grab for you. You nearly trip but manage to make it to your feet and bolt down the hallway.

He spins around and follows, hot on your tail. He doesn’t have to run, his long legs carry him fast enough with a simple stride. The thrill of adrenaline pumps from your heart and out through your veins. You dash around different pieces of furniture, trying to prevent the heavy footsteps behind you from getting too close.

You come to a crossroads when the path ahead splits between another hall and the staircase. Without a second thought, you sprint up the stairs in the direction of the bedroom. It was pure instinct, but you know this game is about to reach the main part when you see his body fill the doorway. His chest rises and falls with his breaths. You can feel his eyes on you even if you can’t see them. Like a gazelle caged in with a tiger, you know there’s only one way this will end.

“Up the stairs instead of out the front door,” he tuts with a shake of his head, “An amateur mistake. One that dumb little girls like you always make.”

He stalks closer to you, and in-turn, you back away. Your steps continue until your back bumps the wall. He’s closing in, nearly close enough to pin you to the wall. As a last ditch effort, you dart to your left in the direction of the bed. In your mind, you were going to hop over the mattress and manage to speed past him back out the door.

You don’t get that far because he grabs one wrist and then the next and slams you face down on the bed. With your arms pinned to your back, all you can do is wriggle to try and find a way to slip out. He puts a stop to your squirming quickly though, jerking your wrists upwards and causing you to yelp in discomfort.

“Calm down, angel face. I’m not gonna hurt ya. Not until I have my fun at least,” he purrs.

He runs the tip of the blade along your skin peeking out from where your shirt had risen. There’s not enough pressure to draw blood, only leave you with a sting of anticipation. A shaky sigh leaves you, but you're careful not to move and send the knife piercing through your flesh.

“That’s better,” he hums before pulling the knife away and placing it to the side. 

He releases your wrists as well, planning on removing your top next. You don’t make it that simple though. Your arms stretch forward and claw at the blankets to try and drag yourself to the other side of the mattress.

It takes him no effort to wrangle you back into position. His frame is so much larger than yours, it’s like he’s covering every inch of you. Anywhere you try to move, he’s already there. His fingers wrap around your limbs and encapsulate them completely.

He wrestles you still and whips you around onto your back. One of his hands comes up to your throat and sharply jerks your head, bouncing it off the cushioned surface below you.

“That’s a fight you won’t win, little brat,” he breathes as the eyes of the ghostface mask watch your figure.

You resign to be still for a few moments, only minorly fidgeting as he peels your shirt off you. He takes his time. Each second another inch of your body is exposed to him. He drinks in the revelation of your form. He’s so focused, so calculated with his movements that he doesn’t see your arm swinging at him until it collides with the side of the mask, almost knocking it loose.

To him, it was absolutely nothing. He doesn’t even falter. It registers in his mind in the same way a kitten batting its paw would. He stares down at you with a wild grin on his face underneath the white plastic.

His hand leaves your throat and grips your jaw, straightening you out before landing a firm slap on your cheek. He almost breaks and lets out a laugh at the way your hips jump from the contact. He gives you one more on the same cheek before lowering himself closer to you. You feel the cool smoothness of the knife dragging up your stomach and between your breasts as he speaks.

“Count yourself lucky it’s only my hand I’m using,” he taunts before using his free hand to tap your face once more.

The combination of the hits with the low thrum of his voice had you dizzy. Your head feels foggy in the best way as your heart beats faster and your chest rises and falls quicker with your increased breaths. The knife trails along your collarbone. You can feel a light scratch as he presses slightly harder than before. Still not enough to have you spilling crimson, but the right amount to have your panties sticking to your cunt from arousal.

“You gonna be good for me now, or do I need to give you a better reason to be?” he asks, voice right next to your ear. Your blood was running hot as you could hear him breathing under the mask, feel him hard and pressed against your thigh.

“I’ll be good,” you agree. Your voice comes out soft and hazy. He smirks at the state you're in from just a few smacks.

He backs off, rising to his feet again at the side of the bed. He tugs his own shirt over his head and tosses it to the side before dropping his pants. You can nearly feel your eyes dilate as they take in his appearance. No matter how many times you saw it, it never got old. Each ridge and dip in his muscular abdomen and chest looked so familiar but thrillingly new. His cock was a whole other story. The sight of it hanging between his legs had you drooling in more ways than one.

Reaching forward, he yanks you closer to his body by your hips and then tugs your pants off. The forming pile of clothing on the floor grows as he discards them there.

You’re now splayed out on the bed, left only in your panties. He can see the slick that’s soaked the middle of them. Slowly, he grabs the knife again and brings it between your legs. You whimper as you feel the edge of the blade slide up against your clothed center. Your jaw drops and your legs tremble. You stay perfectly still, your eyes trained on the veins on his forearm as he maneuvers the weapon.

“You’d look beautiful covered in red, babydoll,” he 

It glides up the thin cloth between your legs and over your pelvis. The tip catches on the elastic waistband. You bite your lip. Your pulse becomes audible to you as the fabric lifts from your body, hooked on the shiny metal.

“Toji,” you whimper. You see the mask tilt up a bit as he glances at your face, but he says nothing. Until the garment snaps, tearing on the sharp point as the pull becomes too taut.

“You’d be the prettiest one yet,” he murmurs, “All marked up. No mistake about who you belong to.”

His fingers come up to the split in your underwear. He rips it in half like it’s nothing, drawing a gasp from you. The shreds of fabric hang from your legs, and he doesn’t bother removing it any further. Enough of you is accessible for his purposes.

Cupping his hands behind your knees, he pushes your legs up beside your stomach. He can’t get enough of how your pussy glistens and drips for him. He drags two fingers through your folds before gripping his cock and stroking it a few times. He lines up at your entrance and looks down at you for a moment.

“You ready for me, doll?” he asks.

But before you can answer, he shoves himself all the way inside, filling you completely with one stroke. The motion tears a loud cry from your lungs while a cruel laugh comes from him. You try to muffle it by covering your mouth, your own palm flying to your lips. He rips it away though and pins it back on the mattress as he starts thrusting. 

“Don’t try to keep that shit from me. The sounds might be the best part,” he grunts, “I’d bet you’d sound the same if I was slicing you up instead of just fucking you stupid.”

Your eyes roll back as another moan springs free. Constant whimpers come next, intermingling with the creak of the bed. He’s not giving you time to adjust like normal, he’s getting right into it, hard and fast.

His skin slaps against yours, and you grip at his biceps, nails digging into the skin. His head tilts back as he sighs at the small stings. One set of fingers dig into your leg with a bruising hold while the other hand returns to your throat. He holds it, using it for leverage to continue drilling into you with no mercy.

It’s ruthless. You’re left gasping for air as your body bobs with the force of his movements. Your walls tighten up and release, struggling to accept the size of him still. Only the cusps of words can breach your lips. Nothing coherent makes it through.

Tears prick at your eyes as everything else in the world fades to the background. Your lashes flutter as you try to keep them in. They finally spill as his hand connects with your cheek again in a small tap.

“I asked you a question,” he growls into your ear.

“What?” you whimper as warm beads roll from the corners of your eyes, down your temples.

The sight of your glossy eyes looking up at him is almost enough to push him over the edge but he refrains and keeps slamming into your wanting hole.

“I asked if you were crying yet, but I think you have that answered,” he says.

“Oh,” you whine simply.

Your cries become more audible while your lips remain permanently parted, an endless cycle of mewls and whimpers seeping out between sobs.

You’re trembling and sucking him in more than before. His head has dropped to the crook of your neck as his breaths have morphed into harsh puffs. You’re both close and each of you knows this.

Your shaky hand rises to the back of his head, pushing the mask up over his head and letting his smooth black locks fall free. The mask falls off him onto the bed as he brings his head up to look into your eyes.

“Wanna see you when you finish me off,” you choke out.

He grins when hears that and presses his sweaty forehead to yours. “Any last words?” he asks.

One final shake of your head, and you explode from him. You scream as the pleasure courses through you. He locks his digits around you and presses his face harder against yours. The only time it was ok for your sounds to be hushed was when it was caused by his lips on yours.

He keeps fucking you hard and fast, only cumming himself as the overstimulation begins to set in for you. His cum floods your insides as he groans into your mouth. His body continues to roll rhythmically through the whole thing.

When he is done, he practically passes out on top of you. You push on him a little bit but not too hard. Being pinned beneath him was far from the worst thing in the world. He doesn’t move though. You’re kinda shocked he even pulls out with how unresponsive he was to you at the moment. You only know he’s still conscious from the tender way he holds your waist and the kisses he’s lavishing on your neck where his fingers had once been.

You decide this position is as good as any and lazily grab the tv remote which laid in its usual spot next to your pillow. With a few clicks of a button, you’ve got the first Scream turned on. You wrap your arms around Toji and nuzzle his head in return, content to drift off tangled together to the sounds of Drew Barrymore being slaughtered.

[icarusredwings]

Just wondering since you mentioned something about it, but in your fic where charles is asexual, you said something about them doing telepathic stuff? I was interested to know how that might work? If it's the touching he doesn't like or just in general?

Hi, yes, so Charles is ace, but he's in between the spectrum of sex repusled and enjoys it. It's part of the touching, but he still likes to be touched in little ways. Does that make sense?

Cw: Talk of sex and related topics

Including cringy young lovers figuring stuff out

So Charles is here. That blue dot. On the line. He likes all the stuff leading up to sex (minus insertational foreplay and feels not good if stroked too) but he adores being scooped up, held, kissed, given hickeys, a little groping, a bit of dry grinding is okay but he gets uncomfortable very quickly if his partner isn't careful. In the fic, he is going to mention how he likes Erik because Erik won't guit trip him, complain, or accuse him of leading him on for just wanting kissed. And I don't mean just pecks, I mean full on tounge making out against a wall - he really likes that. But if you try to strip him more, then he's comfy with he'll shut it down instantly and might even tell you to leave if he feels you'll keep trying. He mentions how he's tried sex with different people, different ways, and even if he really really wants too (usually as an act of service rather then his own wants) he just... can't. It feels... bad. And sex is supposed to feel good, right? But it doesn't. And it's taken him a bit to accept that maybe he just wasn't cut out for that sort of thing. Or maybe it had something to do with his brain? Either way- He does not like to be touched.

Meanwhile, Erik is definitely sexual. He wants sex and he likes sex. He likes being touched, and he likes getting off, but he's not used to someone actually wanting to give him affection. He's spent so much time tracking down those who wronged him and trying to learn to trust his newly found friends that ehh he's not really thought about relationships much. Sure, he's fantasized about it. About settling down with a wife and a couple kids. A normal life. But later.

Because of this, he's nervous to try to touch charles mainly because he's worried he'll mess up. Even before charles tells him he'd careful, questioning his consent and is hesitant (mainly because Charles is three sheets to the wind and he doesn't want it to be regretful) but still.

So- How do they work then? Well-

Two ways, often mixed in. If Charles isn't feeling up to it he'll probably just help Erik through 'Astral' mind stuff and its great because in there it doesn't feel like hes touching him but they still have every other part that comes with the act of sex. Honestly, this is probably the only way Charles can pleasurably get off. He doesn't even really need to be held after this either and if anything wants left alone to fall asleep on his own. Talking and hand holding are alright, but holding feels weird to him after that.

This is semi an issue with Erik, who ends up with a body pillow, holding it like his life depends on it. He gets quite a bit of pleasure from the experience but really wishes he could touch him. Most times, he settles for holding his hand with their foreheads connected. (Charles likes this a lot because they can share dreams)

If charles DOES want physical stuff it most likely will involve a bunch of kissing, groping, nipping, giggling, a bit of grinding, and if he really wants too he'll let him hump him through his boxers or trousers. So it's not that he dosn't like being touched completely but the act itself dosn't feel nice either way, he's tried several times and each time he either ends up crying or leaving seconds into it. If Erik can get off through his jeans then Charles nuzzles him, praises him, thanks him for being understanding.

Hes been in that head plenty to know all the stuff Erik wished to do with him, and if Charles found one he was comfy with, they'll do it, but most of these ideas scare him.

This is probably the best outcome because then Erik can just cuddle him and not have to move but if he cant he has to go to the bathroom and come back to cuddle later.

"Mmmh.. feel better?"

"Yeh.."

".. sorry."

"For what?"

"I can't do what you want too.."

"I know. And that's okay... do you feel okay?"

Charles nods, sleepy by now.

"Well, then it's okay with me too."

Personally, I've been thinking about both, when time passes and they learn what works and what doesn't, so now they can do other stuff without fear. One thing being Erik really liking when Charles conducts him to do stuff? So here's Charles in his undies sitting on top of Erik, gripping a fistfull of his hair with the other hand on his chest bassically just using Erik how he pleases, puppeting him to buck up a certian way, his hands attached to his waist as Erik stares up at him so lovestruck as Charles dirty talks to him in his brain (YO this man has a potty mouth for real those secret little thought extanges could make a tomato blush), growling at him "Mine" while practically numbing it. Something about being controlled so that charles can take over him completely is a big kink for him, especially when he does finally get off and Charles immediately throws them into astral, rocking his hips softly, until he gets there too and he falls asleep on his chest while erik holds him.

ANYWAYS TLDR

They have sex similar to how Madelyn and Scott sometimes had sex in x men 97. Its implied that it was "Their thing" with Jean as well and thats why she was so upset with him.

Litsen fellas- telepathic cheating is still cheating.

Hope this made sense. Let me know what you think about it.

[hrefna-the-raven]

The devil you (suddenly) don't know

Masterlist - BG3 masterlist

Part 1 - Part 3 - Part 4

Words:501

Warnings: smutty stuff mentioned but technically no actual smut, at least not in the usual amount

Summary: You're having doubts on what happened between Raphael and you. Raphael seems to have his very own issues with the feelings he's harbouring for you.

Raphael reclined on his bed, his legs casually apart and his gaze fixed on the ceiling, lost in deep in his own thoughts. Haarlep eagerly dragged his tongue from Raphael's chest downwards, teasingly twirling it around the tip of the semi-hard cock.

"My, oh my", the incubus chuckled, "is my dear master preoccupied?", giving the devil's cock frustratingly slow lick.

Raphael hummed absentmindedly, closing his eyes in a futile attempt to block out the world around him, desperately seeking the solace and structure his troubled mind craved since the discussion he had with you.

"I didn't think it possible but here you are, being even less interested and reactive than usual", Haarlep continued shamelessly, "not even able to get it up this time."

"You contemptuous creature!", Raphael spat as he hurled the incubus aside and on the bed, his hands closing around Haarlep's throat, squeezing tightly with a vengeful intensity, "don't forget your place, slave!"

Haarlep's eyes were glowing for a brief moment before the corners of his mouth twisted into a vicious smirk causing Raphael to loosen the hold on his throat.

"It's all about her, isn't it?" he croaked, his voice still hoarse from the choking yet carrying a subtle trace of mischief, "maybe I should take her form then, to please you more, master."

Raphael remained silent, simply waving his hand to dismiss Haarlep. If he had to deal a minute longer with this insufferable incubus, he would surely end up flaying him or worse. He would never confess that Haarlep was correct in this matter, not in front of him, nor anyone else. He was the offspring of Mephistopheles, a cambion fueled by grand aspirations and a reputation to uphold and this was Hell after all. In this realm, he couldn't afford to possess or exhibit emotions - love included. Revealing even the slightest hint of vulnerability would subject him to ridicule, exile, and ultimately, death. A defeated sigh escaped his lips as his hand wandered down, gently stroking his length, closing his eyes in a shameful attempt to experience that kiss once more. You might truly be the death of him.

The eerie silence of the mausoleum hung heavy in the air as you fought through its dimly lit corridors, facing justicar avengers on your way to the Orthon while constantly feeling the weight of your companions' scrutinising stares piercing you.

When Raphael brought you back, they bombarded you with questions, seeking answers that you weren't sure you were ready to give.

You found yourself wrestling with your very own doubts, awash with conflicting emotions. The charming but usually self-absorbed cambion's actions had left you questioning everything you thought you knew about him. Were Raphael's feelings genuine or were they merely a ploy to manipulate you further? Or did you just imagine the hint of a tender gaze and the subtle trace of concern in his voice? The weight of uncertainty pressed upon your chest, making it difficult to focus on the task at hand.

[green-kat331]

Sketch (Ghost x Artist!Reader)

(I have no idea what Call of Duty is about so if something doesn't make sense in game I'm sorry DX)

Putting your life in danger is damn near constant.

Adrenaline rushing through your veins is like 2nd nature, so relaxation is a rarity. Some would say it's a scarce treasure.

So when those few hours do come, many from the 141 don't have a single clue what to spend their free time doing. some spend it sitting around playing cards, writing, sleeping, or setting up their gear.

over your years with the 141, you had time to develop a hobby, Sketching. you sketch everything on anything even on missions you take a moment to pull out your sketchpad and doodle whatever you see whether that be the location, fellow teammates, maps, or just random stuff. it's become a way of clearing your head and relaxing before having to live through another adrenaline rush.

Luckily this isn't one of those days, today was a break and your partners were scattered around the base, invested in their own ways of passing the time. you walked around, sketchbook and pencil in gloved hands searching for a place to sit and draw. finally picking a spot with a good view and lighting you begin sketching the scenery outside the window and once you were satisfied with the result you turn the page.

you take a moment to observe the people around you, some are playing cards others are reading in their uncomfortable seats. Soap was over with Ghost, writing something to himself. The masked man on the other hand was cleaning up a few of his knives and other weaponry.

You always admired Ghost from a distance he was big, strong, and intimidating, yet he had an air around him that kept teammates comfortable obviously not too comfortable but enough so they don't have to keep an eye on him 24/7 out of fear. you were very intrigued by the large man having the privilege to fight alongside him. He was gruff and stern but you could've sworn you heard him sharing jokes with soap over the transmitter. not to mention the delightful short conversations you had with him in far and few occasions, which consists of you asking him questions and him giving a 'yeah' 'yes' and/or 'sure' but of course his willingness to stand in front of you when gunfires roared spoke louder than any words could.

Ghost is the silent type and he works alone, but he never forgets about his comrades.

You readjusted your seating and gazed at the large man. guiding your pencil across the paper occasionally glancing up at him as your reference and also using your memories to add more details. you completely zoned out when drawing him.

Adding the folds to his uniform with his sleeves rolled up and pencil strokes toning his muscular arms and tattoos, his pose showed off his arms and stature, feeling a presence beside you you glanced up to see one of your partners standing in front of you hovering over to see the drawing he silently gave you a thumbs up in support of the piece, you gave one back then went back to your piece. luckily, you didn't finish the top part so he didn't know who the drawing was dedicated to.

you completed the rest of his uniform, then moved towards his head. line after line of his iconic mask forming the skull shape, you paid mind to put in as much detail as you could into the mask, as most would say it's the most recognizable part of him, the cracks and specks of dirt covering the top. quickly you glanced up to take another peak of your muse. To your surprise, he had also caught your eyes. even through the shadow of the skull, his eyes were piercing and deep showing emotions his face didn't. quickly averting your gaze you see the person from before looming around ghost and soap debating whether to sit down or not.

you looked back at the man and he was still staring in your direction, his eyes were as intense as always, if you were any other person you would hate to know the reason he was suddenly very interested in you, but instead of being scared or questioning him you gave a slight wave from the top of your sketchbook he lifted his fingers from the table in affirmation as a subtle wave back. the interaction was brief yet you felt strangely uplifted. You made a note that Ghost will have to secretly be your subject of artistic expression more often in future events.

You break eye contact with the masked man to add some touches to your drawing, zoning out completely yet again. You unknowingly just got what you needed to complete the pencil sketch.

His eyes, eyes that showed so much concealed emotion they were sharp with black irises or were they brown? He was too far to really tell.

You use your finger to rub in some spots you want shaded.

You sign the page at the edge of the paper and when you held the book out to gaze at your work you also looked back towards where ghost is seated.

But he wasn't there anymore.

a breath forced your head in the other direction, you found yourself face to face with Ghost's mask. His tall figure loomed over you and he stared at the page containing the pencil sketch of himself.

You felt a hint of embarrassment when his eyes shifted over toward you.

"This the reason ya been sparin' glances at me?" He asks sternly. At this moment you had no clue how he would react to being drawn, maybe he thinks it's an invasion of privacy or he'll think your creepy for paying so much attention to him, lying won't do you much good though.

"yes sir"

With your response he turns and walks away, no harsh words, his eyes didn't glare at you. He just turned and walked away. Soap stuck around briefly giving you a compliment on the detail work as well as recommending a few more details to add. He was the closest person to the masked man after all, so the tip helped make the piece perfect. Once complete, you closed the book and got up to get busy.

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Over the passing days your relationship with Ghost stayed more or less the same, making him your muse didn't seem to weird him out from what you could tell, in fact Ghost seemed to become more and more tempting to draw again. For some reason whenever you looked at him he was posed still. more and more times you catch Ghost looking cool and collected while standing perfectly like a statue.

Unknown to you, this was completely on purpose. Being drawn seemed to secretly flatter the big man. He couldn't help but make himself more and more artistically capturable.

[babyspacebatclone]

I’ve been wanting to talk about the WebToon “My In-Laws are Obsessed with Me” and why it’s one of my absolute favorite stories just about ever, but haven’t had enough mental presence to go into it all.

(Warning: Romance comic, but amazing slow burn marriage of convenience between two traumatized individuals that is done exceptionally well, and even though you want both sides to spit stuff out you completely empathize with why they’re being respectful and/or still not in a position to recognize they’re falling in love)

But the most recent free episode!!!

🤩🤩🤩

It’s just a small thing, and I can’t even discuss it beyond broad strokes because it involves just about every single spoiler for the metaplot.

But! But!!!!

One thing I love the most about this series is that everyone in it is intelligent.

And not the “good at math smarty smart” kind.

This is not a series where the main character has to do everything because people are chained to their idiot balls.

I’ll say there is a curse involved, and the MC initially is like “Ok, time to do some research on this mystery!”

And then is introduced to the members of the afflicted family who have dedicated their lives to that single thing, becoming doctors in order to treat and research the curse, and the MC is just “Oh, right, they’d have already tried.”

There’s been a theory in the back of my head, never actually mentioned aloud in the series but pretty obvious (in the best way!) given the mechanics of the curse and a recent evolution of it.

In this episode, the female MC hesitantly goes up to her “marriage of convenience” husband and merely suggests this particular theory as he is the one in a position to ask questions…

Well, “suggests,” she brings up the relevant antagonist…

And he calmly goes over all the research he has already done into the matter, evidence for and against, pointing out the things she’s previously brought up that lead him to suspect things and it’s just…

They’re so smart!! They’re so proactive!!!!

The only thing that’s kept me from gushing earlier is a recent revelation that a major character has suffered sexual trauma in the past.

So please, if respectful depictions of “someone was drugged and put into a traumatizing situation in order to try and force them into marriage” is something you can’t deal with, please know this WebToon is respectful about it but it is a huge part of a character’s backstory and, sadly, the current plot.

If you can handle that, though???

This WebToon is a must read.

Even if you’re not into slow burn romances, even if you think all cishet romances are boring and pointless (which is wrong, btw, from my pan perspective).

The episodic formula sadly seemed to push the earliest episodes into a very rushed pace in order to lay enough plot points to get readers interested.

But once the marriage of convenience happens, this is a masterclass in writing.

On how to make empathetic, relatable characters who make decisions that make sense.

Bad decisions because of believable circumstances, good decisions based upon their own strengths.

In how to integrate clues to a metaplot through the narrative, and also have the characters react naturally to them.

The visual storytelling is also just so so good, you can tell so much about what the characters outside the mc are thinking!

If you haven’t yet and WebToon stuff is your thing, read this series!!!

[kamibanani]

thoughts on the emperor, under a cut for spoilers. not tagging with the usual bc i don't super want this to leave my sphere but tagging with my game tag. not super looking for debate here but need to get my thinky thoughts out.

for some reason i really just knee jerk against the idea that everything positive he tells you is a lie re: his past life. i feel like there's just as much argument to be had that you only have his word and what he shows you.

if you're nothing but open to his help and kind to him he shows you good things.

if you constantly doubt him and antagonise him he shows you bad things.

we know through omeluum that freed mindflayers don't always inherently have a desire to possess and harm, even if their biological needs still require brains for consumption.

we see in a letter to ansur that the emperor knew ansur was trying to "save" him, that he begged ansur to stop, that he just wanted to be left alone, and know through both the emperor and ansur that ansur tried to kill him out of "mercy". this doesn't strike me as someone who like, has no morals or conscience. that the emperor killed ansur instead and that's supposed to be bad is baffling to me — ansur was trying to euthanise him and he protected himself??? on top of that the letter to ansur says the emperor "no longer feels [his] feelings" but someone who feels nothing would not care if ansur was suffering and beg him to let it go and be free, wouldn't care to try and dissuade him from the path he was on, he'd just kill him and have done with it.

if you ask him why he lied to you about his form and obscured the details of his circumstance, he says something very reasonable: that he couldn't be sure that you'd accept a mind flayer actually wanted to help.

if you constantly call him a liar and tell him mind flayers can't be trusted, you're only proving his decision to lie to you in the first place was warranted — bc you can't accept that he actually wants to help. so he becomes aggressive and makes zero attempt to be nice because what for? you have no interest in even trying.

withers says that mind flayers don't have souls; yet when the emperor accompanies you to the final battle he vouches for him. illithid tav is told by withers with some surprise when they die that they do in fact still have a soul — meaning it is, in fact possible.

and we know he does actually think about other stuff, that at minimum it isn't entirely an act for your benefit. you surprise him by entering the prism when his guard is down because he's ruminating over hearing that stelmane is dead. if you choose to be intimate with him — something that illithid do not need as a species, since they reproduce asexually — his control drops again because he is only thinking of you and being in the moment with you.

so my question really is... did stelmane suffer a stroke because of the emperor's control and manipulation?

or has he put on the mantle of villain and claimed responsibility for harming his friend because you cant imagine a world where a mind flayer had a friend — despite potentially meeting omeluum and blurg?

because we only see what he shows.

and if you can claim the good memories were doctored to hide the bad truth, then the reverse is also possible that the good truth was doctored to show you the villain you're desperate to see so that shit can move on and he can maybe get you back on track to being free of the elder brain for good.

[cutekittenlady]

Oh obvious question that I don't think I've actually seen anybody ask? How long has Ingo been in Hisui? The most common answer seems to be like three or five but I've seen longer and shorter so I'm just kinda curious what other people's answers are. I think good options are like 1, 3, 5, 7, 10, 10+. Sorry if I'm being too specific or dictate-y, I don't have a tumblr and I've just been dying to know.

It really depends on the idea, but I tend to go with Ingo being in Hisui for around 10 years or so.

The way I see it it breaks down into the following points.

Ingo looks physically older and while that can be chalked up to stress or even the idea that he fell through time later in life, I still think it's a point worth considering. Between the bags under his eyes, his hunching shoulders, and his hair loss I think we're looking at the combination of natural aging and stress. Of course, I don't consider him elderly. I mean, the youngest Id be willing to buy is maaaaybe in his late 30s if he's a victim of early onset male pattern baldness, but I honestly think he's more likely in his early 40s bare minimum.

Ingos position in the pearl clan is a decent argument that's he's been there for awhile in my opinion. I don't think most of the clan would've been cool with an outsider as a warden if Ingo hadn't first spent a looong time being the helpful resident weirdo and consistently proving he kicks ass (in pokemon battling). I mean, he'd have had to prove he was trustworthy, contributed to the village significantly by learning skills and doing work, building up connections, learning the religious and cultural traditions of the clan, and of course training up a team tough enough that the pearl would've let him become warden. A lotta folks get around this by headcanoning that sneasler picked Ingo herself, but while that's a cool idea and I love it, there's no guarantee that's what took place or even if it would have been enough to get him the job.

This points tied in with the second one in the fact that Ingo wasn't exiled alongside the MC in the game. Now a lot can and has been said about that particular plot point, but it remains that the whole reason the MC gets thrown out is because at the time of the endgame it had been, at most, a year and even if they did all that stuff they still hadn't been around long enough to not be considered a stranger. The fact that we never hear anything about Ingo getting exiled says to me that he's been a member of the pearl clan long enough to not catch any of the same suspicion.

And finally, I just straight up think it makes for a more interesting concept. I mean Ingo being in Hisui for so long is sad, yes, but it opens a lot of very fun and interesting possibilities surrounding regaining his memories, going back to Unova, reuniting with his brother, etc. One of my fave ideas that I rarely see explored is the idea that all the time travel creates an age difference between the twins. I like the particular flavor of Ingo REALLY becoming Emmets big brother and how that potentially changes their dynamic. Or the concept of lost time; when exactly does Ingo get sent back? How much time does he lose or gain? What are the consequences of this?

Tbh I feel like folks are resistant to the idea of I go being older because they don't particularly favor angst and this idea is just too sad. Which, fair strokes, is fine. This is fandom after all. Id be lying if I said my views on this aren't heavily influenced by what I think would be fun to write/read. But it really doesn't have to be all angst. Ingo coming to terms with his time displacement and still appreciating all the friends and connections he made in Hisui, can be a beautiful way to explore the story.

But anyway I wrote this on a phone at 4 am so sorry if it's incoherent.

[onecantsimply]

Our Savior - Cultist Jack x Prophet Reader Smut

Happy Valentines Day to all of you. Here's a smut for the Jack simps-

Warnings: NSFW, sacrificial stuff, regular cultist activities-

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"Our savior has returned yet again!" "We are so glad to have them come back!" "It seems as if the sacrifices were worth it!"

Jack could feel a warmth protrude his body as he walked down the halls of the temple. He softly hummed the softest of tunes upon feeling the satisfaction of knowing his Savior had visited the temple yet again.

"Are they still here?" "Yes- They're within the sacrificial room."

The male stopped. He then turned his course almost immediately, wanting to see his Savior, even if for a moment. Jack then gently opened a door, making sure it never made a gentle squeak. He then peeked his head through, admiring the figure that had sat in front of the sacrificial offering he had placed. Jack could swear that he was about to daydream of his Savior.

"What are you doing?" The male softly jolted. "A-Ah, my apologies-" He spoke. "I was just... checking in on where you were-" (Y/n) didn't even need to turn. "... Come here." They ordered. Jack closed his eyes.

(Ah, to have my life taken by my Savior would be the biggest honor... -Jack)

He gently walked into the room, softly shutting the door behind him. The male then walked towards (Y/n), immediately getting down on one knee to bow with closed eyes. He never did get to see the figure turn, but he could feel their stare on him. It flattered him, but had also spread an emotion of anxiety through him.

He never did deserve to have them look at him. Not at all.

"... Who put up the offering?" Jack gently lowered his head. "I did, My Lord." He answered. "..." There was a silence that followed through just a few seconds later. "... You did well." Jack stopped. "... Th... Thank you." He spoke. "... Your color... is very interesting." The male couldn't help but look forward. "Very loyal..." He felt a hand place itself down on his head, giving a soft pat.

Jack could feel nothing but appreciation for the praise. He looked up at them once more.

"Thank you, My Lord..." He spoke. "And how long have you been sacrificing?" (Y/n) questioned. "Years.. I've sacrificed for years to see how divine you were..." They blinked. "Well, would you like to see more?" Jack blinked. "... Excuse me?" He questioned. "Would you like to see more?" They repeated. They seemed to smile faintly. "... Yes, please. I would be honored!"

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(My savior... -Jack)

His body gently glistened with sweat as (Y/n) had softly rubbed at the bulge in his pants.

(Would I really suffice to do this with them...? -Jack)

He never dared to stop them, but there was something that had stopped him from completely submitting. "Is there something wrong?" (Y/n) questioned. "Are you... really willing to do this with me..? Perhaps you should do this... with someone that has more devotion..." Jack answered. "And you're saying you're not devoted?" The male jolted. "N-No- Not at all- I'm just saying that perhaps you should be doing this with someone more worthy than I am..." Jack answered. "... You've made this sacrifice... I see you as perfectly worthy." The male could feel the heat in his face start to grow further. "You spoil me too much already, My Lord..." He muttered, leaning his head back as he felt his pants unzip. (Y/n) softly pulled his dick out, giving it a few gentle strokes. Jack softly winced upon the pleasuring sensation.

He definitely has touched himself before. But to finally be touched by someone... Especially his savior... It was Incomparable...

Jack eyed (Y/n)'s finger, seeing how it had rubbed at his tip. Oh, how soft it felt... Their thumb moved on to teasing at his rim, seeing just how it felt. Jack seemed to crave more touches to his tip. Yet, he never did say anything, and simply melted into the pleasure that (Y/n) was giving him. "Hm... A nice size..." They mumbled.

Oh, more praise... That had definitely gotten Jack into a better mood.

"Good enough..." (Y/n) then took the male's entire rim into their mouth, making Jack faintly jolt. He softly exhaled and kept his eyes on (Y/n) while they had gently sucked at his rim. Their tongue softly twirled around it, pleasuring it enough for pre-cum to surface by Jack's rim. That never did seem to satisfy them, based on how they had immediately went on to sucking deeper. Jack just couldn't help but shiver.

The bliss seemed to spark up so much more compared to back then... Perhaps it was because of how gentle he had went on himself back then... Yet, that never did matter in his Savior's eyes.

"Could... you please go... a little bit faster...?" Jack muttered. He looked back at (Y/n). "My apologies for even... suggesting it..." They had faintly scoffed before abiding to his request, pressuring his dick further with more consecutive and fast pleasure. Jack gently pulled his head back, groaning faintly from how he had felt. "Thank you... My Lord..." He muttered. The male's hands twitched from how they had wanted (Y/n) to pleasure him to his utter maximum. Yet, he wouldn't be so insolent as to do that... Because they had done that on their own. (Y/n) had entirely took Jack in, licking up what they could while going a faster and much rougher pace on his dick. He clutched his fists while faintly tearing up. "M-My Lord...!" (Y/n) seemed to softly chuckle before they focused further. Their hands placed themselves on Jack's thighs while he had edged closer to a release. It had only been a matter of time until he released. And that time had indeed came, his cum shooting out of his tip as he stared up at the dark ceiling with a gentle pant. "Thank you..." Jack muttered while (Y/n) had pulled him out. "Do you think we're done?" They questioned. "Huh-?" Jack blinked, a heat coating his face even further. "I considered it for a few moments, but with your request, I knew I had to." He jolted. "Th-That's far too much for someone like me..." He spoke. (Y/n) softly pinned the male to the floor with a gentle smile. "You're a cute one." He froze up. "... Thank you, My Lord..." He muttered, overwhelmed with the constant praise given to him by his Savior. "Now, shall we start?" (Y/n) pulled themself off of Jack's figure. "Please keep in mind that this is my first time with another person... So if you can... please be gentle." (Y/n) blinked.

Now you know damn well that when you hear those words you gotta do something special for the one who said that. And for (Y/n)'s case...

Within mere moments, they had taken Jack into their entrance, bouncing on his dick with rough intent as he arched his back, covering his mouth to prevent the loudest of sounds that wanted to escape him in frantic motion.

... it was overstimulation.

His hands ached to hold at their hips, but yet, couldn’t muster up the mere atrocity to do it. The male simply pulled his head back with a few gentle huffs and puffs. His dick was definitely satisfied. Much more than needed, actually. Jack could pretty much feel his dick beginning to ache because of how rough (Y/n) was being with him. Because apparently to them, Jack was “cute” and wanted them to go gentle. Now… (Y/n) may have been a prophet, but they weren’t kind enough to abide to an order that one of their own servants had given them. Now overstimulated, Jack just couldn't do anything but submit to his Savior. They were rough with their bounces, their expression seemingly never changing at all. Their color was one of bliss and satisfaction, which had been all Jack needed for them to know that they loved him.

Still... they truly were a monster.

Jack was a pretty good size, also being a rather wide length with a good circumference. But still... (Y/n) was taking it in like it was nothing. It could have been from how many things they've been in from their business as a prophet... All their scars seemed to keep Jack still as he stared into them for a bit. But he softly sat up, pulling them closer while they had went a better pace on him. There was no stopping his atrocity now, and he knew it. He just couldn’t help himself. Jack could swear that his cock twitched from within as he traced (Y/n)'s visible scars. Such a beauty to behold... All those scars on their beautiful skin... only increased their comely look. Truthfully, (Y/n) always was serious when Jack had first met them. Their beauty and their colors had drawn him in closer. Their ability to lure people in had drew him close, just like everyone else. It never did bother him that they weren't the Savior he expected them to be, because even years ago, (Y/n) hadn’t been the slightest bit different. This cult had changed both him and them. The pride of knowing Jack had bagged the his own Savior had him in pride. “Please bounce harder..." He softly pleaded. (Y/n) eyed him. "I want to… cum..." They softly blinked. "... Good boy." A grin grew on (Y/n)'s face before they squashed Jack's balls from under them. The male's own grin could only twitch as he reeled his head back, his release coming up much faster than before. The bounces and pain or bliss wrapping around him had him so much more horny than he expected himself to be... Jack closed his eyes, panting faintly as his release came closer. Within a second, his cum had shot into (Y/n)'s womb, leaving Jack in bliss as extra semen was milked while they thrusted a few more times. They then pulled Jack out, allowing his cock to soften. “M-Mommy..." He muttered. (Y/n) softly huffed, picking Jack up. They then walked towards the restroom, ready to give him some aftercare.

[helicrazy]

Vortex slightly gasps as the hold around him becomes tighter. It didn't hurt, and even if it did it wouldn't bother him at all, just caught him by surprise. The word harder might have slipped through the connection but perhaps Whirl didn't notice it past the comfort and joyfulness he's currently sending. His field beamed with delight in the presence of another helicopter who enjoyed his company as much as he did.

"Yeah of course." The teal mech answers, almost confused by the question. "I mean a close friend of mine had to talk me into it at first. I didn't think such a thing was possible since my creators made it very clear you were stuck with what they made you to be, but he helped me through it. Ultimately, it was the best frag you to my creator's faces." Another memory is shown where he was uncomfortable with his old frame, but after those upgrades he felt more himself, like he was complete.

Why do you ask? If you don't mind me questioning. He sends through the connection.

He wasn't prepared for the zap of electricity against his lips, yet it felt stunning and may want seconds. "That was charming~" His claws grip into Whirl's frame and he lets out a small laugh when pulled into his lap. "We can save the rough stuff for another time." Vortex replies. As much as he would love to experience it, he would still want to be conscious through the rest of this. Plus, this new position makes it more interesting. He can see Whirl's face, and learn those expressions as he carries on touching him. One servo remains on the waist while the other strokes the cockpit.

Avoiding those gun turrets since he already knows the outcome, along with being in their dangerous blast zone.

You... A snicker slips out before he gives a serious look. You want to know what arousal feels like? The Combaticon asks. He can comply easily, it's just after witnessing those memories he didn't think Whirl would suggest that. I'll start small so you get a feeling of it. If it gets too weird for you just say so and I'll stop.

Vortex sends sensations through the bond, beginning with a spark slowly racing, a frame warming up, and areas becoming more sensitive. A familiar start to how he feels, along with his rotors happily flickering, wanting attention in any way possible. Touching is his favorite, exactly how his servos roamed Whirl's frame, getting into every nook and cranny to rile him up. It sends shivers through his frame and gets very warm to the touch. Demanding more.

Craving to be worked up so that energy starts to burn with desire and the spark racing faster.

How's that feeling so far?

Feeling Vortex coax his field back in finally gives Whirl the push to relax his own, dancing along the edges before fully opening back up- not quite to the intense attack he previously was putting on, but nonetheless it is slowly regaining it's strength. Interest and relief pulse in waves towards the mech, somewhere inbetween an odd prickly feeling of concern when he recieves the data.

Whirl's optic focuses with an instant on to Vortex, a seriousness in that hardened stare where it hadn't been before. A full frame modification- wasn't something unheard of, but back before the War it was hardly a luxury many mechs could afford. He can plainly see it wasn't something issued by the Senate- yet he finds himself needing to doublecheck. Claws gripping just a bit tighter around Vortex's middle, that singular optic moves down a bit closer to the mech.

"You- That memory...That modification was something you decided on yourself, right?" Nobody forced you to change? Was the underlying message that came through their cable connection.

A vent escapes harshly from the inside of Whirl's helmet, rushing over Vortex's face like from a heater. "Oooh, rubbing it in that it's been a while, fragging rude...Hah! You're telling me!" The blue coptermech seems to be trying to remember something, if the rapid cycling of thoughts was anything to go by, before Whirl suddenly closes the distance just enough for his helmprongs to be inches away from Vortex's face- jolts of electricity flickering along his lips that should leave the mech's faceplating buzzing with a pleasant tingle.

"Damn, can't believe that medic was right- never tried that before." He chuckles, surprised himself by the fact he can do that. Whirl pushes over a few memories where he bonks friends of his affectionately with his helmet- so that Vortex's questions don't go unanswered. That's what he'd done so far at least, he hadn't really tried the 'zap-kissing', much too bothered with the concern he could hurt the other. With Vortex being as tough as he was, he figured the mech could handle it.

To get a bit more comfortable, Whirl leans back until his backside hits the seating, pulling Vortex with him, who's still pressed against him chassis to chassis. If that means the teal combaticon ends up straddling him, so be it.

"How was that? Is that what you wanted?" He asked then, a mischievous glint in his now slanted optic. "Or would you rather find out how a headbutt from me feels like?"

Much better, he can hold Vortex as close as he wants without needing to keep his crouched position for however long they're chatting and connected to eachother. While he no longer is towering over the mech, he at least can get a better look of the other's face.

The questions amuse him just a bit, for which reasons, Vortex might find out sooner or later. He has no qualms with answering them either, showing just a few seconds from a couple of memories- he'd tried interfacing not once, but a total of three times with different mechs before he finally decided he didn't like it- Vortex also getting only a faint glimpse of the nauseating feeling alonside the enthusiasm. It really did make him feel sick to his tanks each and every time, but since he's feeling nice, he won't give the teal mech the entire intensity of his feelings, just enough to clue him in.

Bright, fresh amusement pulsed over their connection, Whirl cackling aloud as well. "Mech you're asking me slag I've never thought of- frag if I know where my junk ended, probably on some sorry mech who's been long dead on the battle field." Dark humor at it's finest.

His claws have started to wander down to Vortex's hips and thighs, squeezing and pulling at plating here and there, stopping to rest at his final question. He doesn't really have the right words to formulate them, so instead he answers over their connection, this time giving him a clear and authentic datapackage of a few of their fights, always layered with excitement, joy, respect, manic glee at the violence and fun as well as appreciation for the mech's looks- arousal though, was not among them, not even in the previous memories of when he interfaced.

I don't know, what does arousal feel like- can you show me?

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

I come for an ask about this brainrot. *offers you a box* wherein Foul Legacy and Childe exist separately. But this time human Childe turned into Foxtaglia after he drinks one of your potions.

The reader is an alchemist, much like Albedo - actually is Albedo's competition. The reader is the best student alchemist in Sumeru, just one paper shy from graduation. The reader traveled to Liyue to study about the Adepti (specifically their transformation powers in historical text) and met Childe. The pair hit it off. On one occasion, Childe transformed to Foul Legacy and the reader witnessed this. Given the inquisitive nature of the reader's personality, questions were bound to be asked. Soon, the reader gets a breakthrough: a potion to allow the reader to transform for a brief period of time. A batch of antidote was even prepared in case things get messy.

On the day of the experiment, the reader was waiting for Childe to finish prepping for work. He had donned his signature jacket and fixed the red mask on the side of his head. Upon noticing the reader's barely concealed excitement, he sat beside the reader. The reader then explains that today was the day for the potion trial. *insert slew of intellectual and passionate explanation* Childe nods affectionately, knowing how smart his s/o was. He suddenly felt parched and reached for the glass of water on the table and gulped it all.

"Hmm? Why did you stop, love? I was listening-"

He turned to you and came face to face with your surprised face.

"Ajax! You drank the potion!"

"what potion? That was just wa-" he felt heat in ripping through his limbs. "i feel weird." He looked back at you with a stunned, worried expression.

The force of the transformation made him lose balance for a second, his arms accidentally topping over the batch of antidote you made. Just as his body was falling over - it turned into a puff of clouds - and out emerged a fox (Foxtaglia) midair. He leaped gracefully onto the chair, slowly looked over himself while going in a circle. A whining sound came out of him. Then he jumped into your arms, face burying against your neck.

Your hand came to settle on his head and you just began stroking him. A little giggle escaped you at his current state of undeniable cuteness.

"Jax, you didn't have to take the potion for me-"

Foxtaglia whined at your teasing.

"But you're too adorable right now."

You picked him up and looked at his furry face. You kissed his cheek softly.

"Still handsome whatever form you take. I wonder if you could use Foul Legacy in this state. That would make for a great research material but unfortunate I can't write about it."

A small yip came from him and his fur began puffing up as he prepared to turn Foul Legacy.

-Macchiato

*EATS THIS IN ONE BITE* Macchiato, you always give me such interesting brainrot <33 and i have just the idea for this one :))

there's another puff of clouds- much larger this time- and Foxtaglia yelps in surprise and leaps back into your arms, unchanged except for his fur poofed up in fear. you blink in confusion but pat his head nonetheless, wondering what in the world could've shaken him in so badly in those few seconds before turning your attention back to the cloud of smoke

the dust settles and reveals a very confused, very real Foul Legacy, and suddenly Foxtaglia's reactions makes perfect sense because if you weren't so desensitized to shock due to some the stuff that happens regularly at the Akademiya, you would've yelped too. but at the moment, it seems that Foul Legacy is more scared of the situation than you are, and you manage to slowly calm him down with gentle shushes and whispers. he's not used to being apart from Childe for very long, but the potion unfortunately made Childe's current body unable to bear the stress of the transformation, so now Foul Legacy's stuck outside for who knows how long

at least you're here, though, and Foul Legacy's quick to curl up beside you, scrunching his legs in to seem smaller and nudging your hand until you start petting him. your other hand continues to rub between Foxtaglia's ears, who's seemingly gotten over his initial scare and is now intensely staring Foul Legacy down. Foul Legacy lets out a whimper and hides his face behind your shoulder, and you gently flick one of Foxtaglia's ears with a small frown

"Behave yourself, he's more scared than you are"

Foxtaglia huffs, curling into a fluffy ball to pout, and you scoop him off your shoulder and set him down, intent on grabbing the antidote, ignoring the chorus of squeaks and whimpers from Foxtaglia and Foul Legacy. you turn back and beckon Foxtaglia onto your lap, tilting his fuzzy head back so he swallows the probably nasty-tasting antidote. with a third puff of clouds Childe is sitting on your lap, human again, and wraps his arms around your neck with a happy hum now that the issue is finally resolved. it was interesting, but let's never do that again, yeah? the potions tasted truly revolting. but you clear your throat and poke him awake, your other hand stretched to your side, and Childe turns to see your fingers buried in Foul Legacy's hair, the Abyssal beast melting and purring under your touch

Foul Legacy... didn't return to Childe when he turned back into a human. and neither of you are sure if he even can

[miekasa]

sorry if you've already answered this, but what do you think the aot character's love languages would be? we know levi's is acts of service, but anybody else?

No worries! I don’t think I’ve answered for everyone before, so I’ll take a shot at it now bc I love thinking about people's love languages 😌

LEVI Gives: acts of service

This is one is talked about a lot, but Levi shows his love most often through doing things for you, even if you haven’t asked anything of him.

He’ll go out of his way to make your life easier and/or more comfortable in any way that he sees fit, and he doesn’t expect the same in return; it truly just makes him happy to know that he could have done something for you.

It includes bigger things like assembling furniture for you, building you something completely from scratch, or cleaning your car for; and also small things like making you a cup of coffee or tea, or even just holding your bag for you after a long day.

Needs: physical touch

Classic touch-starved man who doesn’t outwardly ask for physical touch, but doesn’t back away from it when you initiate it.

After some time, he’d begin to initiate himself, he just needs to get comfortable with the idea of it first; but after he is, it’s really cute to see. Catch him on a lazy morning, and he’s especially touchy; or find him after a long day of work, and he’ll cuddle himself right into your shoulder.

It makes him happy to know that you seek him out for physical comfort, and that he can begin to do the same. Also, he loves the feeling of you playing with his hair, it’s a surefire way to get him to fall asleep.

HANGE Gives: quality time, physical touch

Hange likes spending time with you, and loves roping you into their favorite hobbies, activities, and antics. Even something as simple as a 3 minute FaceTime call to ask them a quick question is enough to put a smile on their face.

They really just like to share their interests with you, and would love it if you did the same! Hange is willing to give everything a try at least twice for you.

Also loves physical touch, maybe not even necessarily in traditionally “romantic” ways either—having their hand around your shoulder to show you something on their phone, knocking into your body while they’re laughing, clapping your hands together out of boredom—all simple touches that make Hange happy.

Needs: gifts

Hange looooves presents, and you can’t prove me wrong. To them, it’s really touching to know that you would take the time to pick out or make something that you think they would like.

They cherish any and every gift you get them, even if it’s something as tiny and routine as bringing them a coffee during a busy a day at work, Hange never takes it for granted.

(And they also go on and brag about it to anyone who will listen, “Ah did you see my baby brought me coffee for lunch? Just how I like it too, they know me so well!”)

EREN Gives: quality time, words of affirmation

Quality time for Eren can also be mistaken as him spending all of his free time annoying the hell out of you, but it’s really just him being Loving.

When he’s not annoying you, he really does just like to be in the same space as you, even if you’re doing your own things. He likes having you around because you comfort him even if you’re not directly speaking to or interacting with him.

Words of affirmation come out of him in a very matter-of-fact tone. It’s almost as if he’s not consciously trying to affirm you or flatter you.

To him, he’s just saying what he believes is an objective truth: of course he thinks you’re smart and talented and pretty and fun to be around. If those things make you feel good, then it’s a bonus, but really, he just means it like it’s a fact of the universe.

Needs: gifts, physical touch

He’s not the best at giving gifts, but he does love to receive them, and honestly, he’s very humbled and flattered whenever you give him something that you clearly put a lot of time and/or effort into.

He almost feels undeserving of it, but he loves it all the same, and he really does cherish it. Even if it’s something as generic as a pair of shoes he was talking about, it still means a lot to him that you would remember and buy them for him.

Once he gets a taste of physical touch, he doesn’t know how to let go. All sense of personal space is out of the window, and this goes hand in hand with quality time once he discovers it.

Loves it when you touch him: play with his hair, play with or hold his hands, hug him out of the blue. Also loves to touch you, though he seems to not understand the size of his body when he’s draping himself over your shoulders, or has his leg over your thigh while you’re sitting on the bus.

ARMIN Gives: gifts

To him, it’s the simplest way to express himself without embarrassing himself by potentially tripping over his words. Also, gifts can be given remotely, so he doesn’t have to sit around worrying if you’ll love it or hate it while you open it.

Though, he certainly gains a lot of confidence over time, he still likes to leave you little presents to find when he’s not around. Something as small as buying your favorite candy and putting it in your coat pocket, or leaving flowers at your place.

He’s also very thoughtful, and when he does get you a bigger gift, or something to celebrate an occasion, he always makes sure it’s perfect.

He does it to make you happy, and when you’re happy, it makes him happy.

Needs: words of affirmation

He won’t ask for it, but it’s really reassuring to hear, and it makes him feel really good, and relieved to know that the person he loves thinks highly of him.

If you told him you’re proud of him, he might… he really might malfunction a bit, but your words would stick with him. The next time he was going through something hard or even just doubting himself, he’d remember what you said to him and it would give him a little push to get through it (and maybe be nicer to himself as a consequence).

Not necessarily an affirmation, but it also flatters him to hear that you think he’s attractive. Though, be careful when and how you say this, because he’s very… easy to excite.

MIKASA Gives: words of affirmation, acts of service

Mikasa lets you know how much you mean to her, and how much you mean to everyone in your life all the time. She doesn’t want you to ever feel like you’re less than you are.

She loves hearing about your progress or achievements in work/school and is quick to tell you that she’s happy for you and proud of you.

She’ll also do anything she can to help you out, so acts of service a big thing for her. She doesn’t want you to have to go out of your way to do something she could handle for you.

That isn’t to say that she thinks you’re incapable of fending for yourself; rather, that she would like to ease your pain whenever and wherever she can.

Needs: quality time

She doesn’t realize how much she likes/needs this until you guys start spending more time together; and it’s in your absence that she finds herself missing you more than she’d anticipated.

She doesn’t even mind sitting idly by while you’re busy or doing work, so long as she gets to be by your side. It also brings her a sense of comfort to be able to take care of you during this time; having snack breaks with you, occasional tangent conversations, and reminding you to rest when necessary.

She finds that one of the simplest means of quality time is sleeping next to each other; whether it be for a nap, or going to bed, it’s a kind of intimacy she never thought she’d crave, but comes to really, really enjoy.

JEAN Gives: quality time, gifts

Just. Just let Jean tag along to whatever you’re doing like a little golden retriever and he’ll be so damn happy. It doesn’t matter what—buying makeup, going on a walk, heading to the grocery store—he just likes spending time with you.

Though he—and anyone who expresses themselves in quality time—completely understands there are moments where you need to be by yourself. But if you don’t mind him being there, then he’ll take the opportunity to be with you.

He looooves to give presents, and even though he can get kind of embarrassed by it and try to play it off as nonchalant, he’s quite thoughtful and romantic with his gifts.

Needs: quality time, physical touch

He loves doing what you’re doing, but he would also love to have you around when he’s chilling or running errands or doing whatever, too. He doesn’t care, Jean just likes talking to you, and will take any opportunity to hear you speak to him and be around him.

He shows a normal amount of physical touch and/or PDA throughout your relationship, but really casual and gentle touches by you mean the world to him. When he feels you stroking his face when you think he’s asleep, wrapping your arms around one of his habitually when you’re sleepy after a night out, putting your hands on his face when you kiss him—all those things mean the world to him.

I don’t know if this would fall into words of affirmation, but he also likes it when you tell him that you find him attractive. Call him handsome once and he’ll be thinking about it for the rest of the month. Tell him he’s pretty and you might even get him to blush.

CONNIE Gives: quality time

Similar to Eren, his quality time is most commonly expressed through a little game he likes to call “how many times can I annoy my girlfriend in the span of twenty minutes.”

You could be chilling like normal, having a casual night in and Connie will just come bursting in your room like the loudest mf on the planet, with Monopoly in his left hand, and a six pack of beers in his right.

He lives for doing stupid (borderline illegal) shit with you, and to his credit, you’ve never gotten caught. He really just likes to hang with you and make you laugh and make memories the both of you won’t ever forget.

Needs: acts of service

Help this man. No, really, literally, help him, even if he says he doesn’t need help, he’ll appreciate it in the end.

From stuff like tutoring him for a class, to packing him lunches (beyond Lunchables, but inclusive of a strawberry-kiwi CapriSun, nonetheless); it’s a love language Connie didn’t even think he would like.

He fucking loves it though and never shuts up about anything you might do for him; always thanks you a million times and puts you in a loving chokehold and pinches your cheeks in appreciation.

SASHA Gives: words of affirmation

She’s really good at comforting you, or even just making you feel good about yourself. Sasha might not even realize how much her positive outlook on you might mean, but she sure does love to tell you how much you mean to her.

Adores singing your praises and rewarding you with compliments all the time. She’s so sweet and she doesn’t even realize what she’s doing. Best girl.

Needs: gifts

Sasha loves presents in all shapes in forms: birthday presents, anniversary presents, planned presents, surprise presents. Doesn’t matter, she’s happy to receive any and all of them.

She looks at the gifts you get her with sparkles in her eyes and the widest grin on her face. It means the world to her that you would get her something she loves and she appreciates it so much.

Takes extra special care of your gifts too. If you got her one of something she collects, the ones you give her have their own little special place in her collection and she loves to show them off whenever people ask about them.

PIECK Gives: acts of service, physical touch

Pieck will do just about anything for you, and if she can’t, she’ll commission someone else to get it done for the both of you. (Someone being Porco and Reiner if this act involves lifting or carrying anything heavy).

She adores the smile on your face after she tells you she’s taken care of something you were putting off or having trouble doing; it makes her whole day to see you happy and relieved to have one less task on your to-do list.

She definitely does things because it makes her happy to see you happy, but there’s a small part of her that’s not above admitting she likes to be rewarded for it, too. Even something as small as a hug will do 😌

That’s also where the physical touch comes in: Pieck is kind of handsy, an almost unexpectedly protective kind of way. It’s equal parts of her liking to show you off and have her hands on you, and making sure nobody else thinks about doing the same.

Needs: quality time

Once she discovers the joy of having someone else to laze around with, take naps with, and do… questionable antics with, Pieck feels like she’s discovered the true meaning of life.

Adores when you ask to come along with her to run errands, or when you show interest in any of her many hobbies. She comes to find that she loves sharing them with you.

Napping together is a must, and if you think she’ll let you out of her hold just because your leg cramped or you have to use the bathroom, then think again. There’s a minimum of three one-hour naps per week with her.

PORCO Gives: acts of service, gifts

Gifts might come as a surprise for him, but he’s got a good memory, so when he sees something you’ve been talking about, he’ll just pick it up/buy it for you.

Could be anything from a new pair of house slippers, to a pair of earrings you showed him once. If he sees it and remembers you wanted it, there’s a 9/10 chance he’ll just get it. You can’t say he never did anything for you.

He approaches acts of service the same way, and usually does things he knows he can handle doing for you, like cleaning your car, cooking you dinner, or giving you a massage.

He can get kinda smug about it tho, going off about how you’re his little baby and that you need him to take care of you, as if he didn’t go out of his way to do these things, unprompted 🙄

Needs: physical touch

He’s not going out of his way to do extreme PDA, but he’s not hiding it either; if he feels like touching you, he will. But the first time you initiate it, or the first time you touch him in a gentle way, he’s such a goner.

He doesn’t even know how to process it at a first, and when he does he feels stupid and embarrassed for even liking it, but he certainly likes it that for damn sure.

He gets kinda cranky if you don’t cuddle up to him or hold his hand or poke his cheek (even though he claims it’s oh so annoying, you know he likesssss it).

[floraltypes]

lots of innocent and not so innocent touches

With Dwayne Pride if you wright for him if you don't just Gibbs please <3

who - leroy jethro gibbs x reader

an - i’m sorry! i haven’t seen ncis new orleans, so i probably couldn’t write dwayne very well … hope this is okay, for some reason i had trouble writing it :/

please continue to send in asks !!

unedited :/

Blankets surrounded your body, your leg ontop of another while light snores left your mouth. Hair was messed up and a hand was slowly moving to stroke your cheek. The curtains allowed peaks of the sunlight to peak through in your bedroom. A man lying beside you in his sweatpants and old tee.

The grey haired, older, man kept his eyes on your peacefully sleeping face, truly enjoying whatever dream you were imagining. He made no move to remove your leg from the top of his, but did make a move to place his fingers above your face, lightly pushing some stray baby hairs away.

A part of him silently cursed to himself, wishing that he had learned how to work his phone better, then being able to snap a photo of this calming moment for his own purposes.

Gibbs wouldn’t admit it to you, but these moments were more important to him than working on a boat, or the thrill after finally catching a bastard. There was something so domestic, so calming, with these times spent together. Time for him to think to himself, and also have the one he loves so much be so close.

Time to think about the past, and wonder how he got lucky enough for it to land here. Though, he may have lost a lot, and they would never be forgotten, he was grateful for another opportunity at pure happiness.

But his time to enjoy the peacefulness soon ended with a ring of a cellphone, causing you to stir a bit in your sleep. You eventually opened your eyes, staring up at the man who now had the hand that was formally on your face, resting on your chest.

“What’s that?” You questioned, trying to sit up and rub your eyes. “Can you get it?”

“It’s your cellphone,” He answered, missing the warmth of your leg, now having it be moved to lay on the mattress itself.

“Mmk,” You mumbled, reaching over to your side table and grabbing it. Flipping the screen up, you moved it to your ear. “L/n,” You tried to make your morning voice sound more as your own.

“If it isn’t little Y/n!” A cheerful voice spoke loudly on the other line. “Ya miss me?”

“No. What do you need?” You rolled your eyes, getting off of the bed, Gibbs eyes traveling your body as you walked to your dresser, picking out a outfit. “Mhm, okay,” You nodded to yourself. “I’ll be there, text me the address. Oh. Never mind then. Bye.”

Gibbs got out of the bed, going to stand beside you. He silently observed as you rolled your eyes once again, opening another drawer, he snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest, a small kiss on the inside of your neck.

“Who’s that?”

“A old coworker.” You opened your underwear drawer, picking a pair for the day.

“Purple,” Gibbs commented, as you dropped the blue pair back into the others, reaching for the one he chose.

“Gosh, it’s like we really are married,” You laughed to yourself, looking back at his straight face. “Sorry, you would know too much about that. But that’s not my point, there is a dead marine there and that means we’ve got work.”

“You didn’t seem to happy to hear from him,” Gibbs unwrapped his arms as you moved to your closet, picking out a dress shirt.

“I wasn’t. He’s annoying and almost cost me my job at the time. But, it’s our job, we have to go, so grab your clothes in the bottom drawers,” You turned around and pointed at the dresser that held some of his items, now finding what you needed and beginning to change.

———————-

“If you are all interested to know… I spent the morning watching a old TV show airing about a classic comedic couple who travels the world with their adopted son,” Tony announced to no one in particular, sitting at his desk as the others sat at theirs.

Ziva had her arms crossed, leaning back in her chair a bit. McGee sat in his, rubbing his eyes and looking down at his phone.

“What did you do this morning, McGee?” Ziva looked over to McGee, watching as his eyebrows furrowed.

“Trying to work on my new writing.. but for my character, uh, Miranda, I need a good backstory for her, people are really grasping onto her character from the former story. I’ve read some things saying they think she’ll get with Gibbs, I mean Libbs!”

“Interesting,” Ziva tsked. “I read the story and your Miranda character, who is obviously Y/n, and I don’t see it.”

“You know nothing about romance, Ziva,” Tony waltzed over, his own coffee in hand and his face near hers. “I think no one expects you to think about who would get together. But, no, I don’t see Gibbs getting with someone like L/n who is very, you know-”

“I’m what, DiNozzo?” You walked in, moving straight to your desk as you placed your bag down.

“Amazing! I meant, you’re so great that someone like Gib-” Tony looked at Ziva’s eyes widen. “He’s right behind me, isn’t he?”

“Someone like me, now what’s that, DiNozzo?” Gibbs questioned.

“Uh-” Gibbs smacked the back of DiNozzos head, moving over to his own desk.

“Dead sailor, body is already getting examined by Ducky and some visitors are coming to drop off some of the evidence.” Gibbs informed everyone.

“They think this sailor had something to do with a past robbery and murder, a cold case,” You clarified.

“L/n!” A guy smiled widely, another girl following in pursuit behind him as he walked to you with his arms wide open. “It’s been too long,” He quickly hugged you, tightening his grip around your shoulders and moving his hands to cup your face. “You still look as beautiful as ever!”

“Y/n, is that your boyfriend?” Ziva inquired.

“He looks a little out of her leagu-” You shot DiNozzo a look. “Or not?”

“Ah no,” The man laughed. “Old coworkers, that is Lila and I’m Carson, nice to meet you guys.”

“If your old coworkers, you must have a ton of embarrassing stories about Y/n!” DiNozzo beamed, moving closer to Carson.

“Uh, a few,” He responded. “We only worked together for a year or two, some, but not a ton.”

“Some will do.”

“DiNozzo, we aren’t here to make friends we are here to solve a murder,” Gibbs shot him a look and hit the back of his head.

“Right, sorry, boss.” DiNozzo put his head down like a sad puppy dog and made his way back to his desk. The two visitors looked at the scene that had just happened oddly.

“We brought all of our evidence, not much, but something,” Lila announced, placing the box on the table now and taking some of it out. “Should we get started?”

“I’ll show you to Abby, she is our forensic analysts and will probably want to take a look at this stuff for herself,” McGee told Lila, putting the evidence back in the box and letting her grab it, soon walking towards the elevator.

“You think I could check out the body?” Carson asked you. “It might be good to see what he looked like more and talk with your doctor.”

“That makes sense, I’ll show you to him,” You smiled at your old coworker and took another way to Ducky’s area.

The both of you chatted on the way down, catching up with how things differ since you worked there and a bit about your new workplace here.

“I really thought you would be Jeremy, the one who called me. I was a bit worried,” You laughed, walking into Autopsy with Carson as Ducky moved near you.

“Hello, dear, who’s this?” Ducky questioned, Jimmy moved near his boss.

“Hey, Ducky, this is Carson. Carson, this is Doctor Mallard. He is a old coworker of mine, Ducky,” You told the older man. “That’s Jimmy, he is Ducky’s assistant.”

Ducky began to explain how the man had died, pointing out various things on the body and even putting in a few past experiences of his own into the conversation.

Soon the four of you had heard the doors open, turning around to catch the view of your boyfriend entering into the room and moving to stand right in between you and Carson.

“I just want to hear some of the explanation myself, you can continue, Ducky,” Gibbs commented, all of your eyes turning back onto Ducky who was back to talking.

You felt a warm, larger hand travel to the middle of your back, a thumb softly pressing into the fabric that covered your skin. You turned your head slightly to make eye contact with Gibbs, but he just continued to stare forward ignoring it.

It was like a goosebump went up your spine, yet it wasn’t not encouraged. It was a bit of a energetic feeling, so you rejoiced in the innocent touch, a sign he was there.

Eventually, Ducky was done with his long explanation and you were back to heading upstairs with Carson and Gibbs to do more research regarding the deadman and cold case.

“So, Y/n, I was thinking we could go out to lunch or something soon to really catch up, outside of work,” Carson mentioned while you three were on the elevator ride up.

You were surprised at his somewhat boldness to announce this in front of your boss (and boyfriend), but he was always a very open person, kind and open.

“That doesn’t sound too bad,” You replied.

“We are busy most afternoons.” Gibbs added. “So, if you plan it at some ridiculous time don’t expect my agent to be able to make it.”

The doors soon chimed open and Carson quickly left, making a bee line straight to Lila. Gibbs let you leave first, placing another palm against your back to secretly lead you back to where the desks were, even though you knew where you were going.

———————

The rest of the day was spent with much more working diligently. You all had made some progress but not enough, and you could tell it was really getting to Gibbs. He dismissed everyone and told them to come back in the early hours in the morning.

Gibbs had told you that he was going to stay and work on this some more, so you told him you would stay as well and order some food. Once Carson had heard that, he decided that he would do the same.

A hour later, three burgers arrive and you hand them out to the two other men, soon taking a bite into yours. A bit of the condiment had spewed onto the corners of your mouth, but your hunger caught up with you, continuing to avoid the feeling for a moment and just eat.

Carson caught the look of your messiness, breaking off into a small laugh, and you joining, him then making a joke about how this used to be a regular for you. Gibbs got up from his seat with a napkin and bent over a bit to wipe it away from your mouth.

It was certainly a small gesture, but had caught you and Carson off guard, the both of you quieting. You just stared back at him while he continued to eat with a pride grin on his lips, looking over the papers.

It seemed like a blessing from the sky when Gibbs had finally connected the pieces. Everyone was called back in to look over what he found and to excite a plan on how to continue. You all were able to get the murderer into custody and with old evidence and Ducky’s help you were able to identify he was the killer. With Abby’s help you were able to put him at the scene where your old coworkers cold case took place.

It was a relieving feeling that the case was solved and over. It was easy to tell that your current coworkers were also happy with the fact that your old ones were leaving for good. Having unfamiliar people in a familiar place is always a weird feeling for everyone.

You watched as everyone packed up their things to head home from the tiring few days of work. Standing up, you grabbed your bag and moved to Gibbs desk, chatting with him until Carson came over.

“It was nice working with you again,” He commented, you turned around to face him.

“It was. We make a good team.”

“We really do. I was wondering about that, uh, date?”

“Hm,” That had slipped your mind, and almost did once more when you felt a brush of a hand against your bottom, turning around to make eyes at your boyfriend. “Sorry, I actually have a boyfriend. But if you mean the lunch date to catch up, then I’d love to.”

“The second one,” He nodded, his cheeks brightening a bit at the dejection but also confirmation.

“Great,” You grinned, writing down your phone number and handing it to him. “Talk soon, bye.”

“Goodbye.”

You watched as Carson entered the elevator and soon disappeared, the office area looking very empty with the lights darkened a bit and only you and Gibbs being in the area.

“Glad he’s gone,” Gibbs laughed.

“I figured,” You laughed alongside with him. “I could tell by your touchiness at work, are you trying to let everyone know?”

“If I was, I would do something bolder. Didn’t Ducky ever tell you I used to be like DiNozzo?”

“Yeah, that would be a interesting time to see.”

“I think if I was that same man, we might’ve had sex right o-”

“Let’s get home, now,” You both soon left the workplace, hand in hand, laughing along at stories of the younger Gibbs and his flirty persona.

[anonnikulaphon]

The ride to the venue was spent in relative silence, with Anon still seething quietly. The space between them was only one seat, but it felt like it stretched for miles. The night they had spent together had been forgotten by Red, who didn't remember a thing - but Non remembered. How could he forget? The way Red held him down, licking his neck and shoulder, sliding his hand into Non's pants and stroking him in a teasing manner that felt so good. And then the elevator, with Red fucking Non's thighs, with the heir pressed against the wall, his body so hot and warm and smelling like the two of them...

It hurt Non that Red didn't remember. That he didn't care about him after the night they shared. Even worse, Non didn't have any evidence of what transpired between the two of them - the video from the elevator had disappeared when he had gone down to the tech room to get it. The staff told him it must have been deleted, and while Non was upset about it... maybe it was for the best. If it was gone so easily, then maybe Non could forget easily too, to spare his aching heart...

They reached the venue and exited the car, with Non telling his driver he'd call him when they were done.

"Let's get this over with then," Non mumbled to himself as he and Red walked inside. And like a switch, the second the wedding planner entered, Non's face brightened in a smile and it was time for him to act.

The venue was lovely, honestly. It was one his grandfather suggested, and his grandfather had excellent taste. That's where Non got it from, anyway. And while Red wasn't interested, he didn't seem to be giving the staff or the wedding planner a reason to suspect that they actually were at each other's throats. Non took it easy on Red, if only because when the press came, he knew it was going to be hard - but still sweetly called him Phi, just like he had the night they were together, even if Red didn't remember. And Non was genuinely interested in the wedding planning, he liked that sort of stuff; checking out the seating arrangements and the additional decorations and picking out the menu. It managed to distract him from how upset he was that Red wasn't sharing in the same kind of enthusiasm.

After a good hour and a half, Non was finalising matters with the staff when his fiancée drew his attention to the front of the venue. The press were there, reporters with cameras, ready to swamp the couple at the front.

"Ah, how did they find out we were here?" Non frowned. He turned to the staff, an eyebrow raised, the question implied.

"O-Oh khun! I can assure you it wasn't us, we kept everything private as you requested!" The wedding planner said nervously.

Red asked if there was another way out, almost putting a wrench in Non's plans to be publicly photographed with his fiancée, but thankfully the staff member shook their head.

"Sorry khun, the way out through the back leads to the carpark, which is locked right now. We don't have the key, only security does. We can only exit through the front at this time."

"Seriously?" Non sighed almost dramatically, hiding the fact that he wanted to smile very well. Red was doing his best to try and get them to avoid going out the front - he even called him babe, lord he must be desperate!! - but it looked like he was fighting a losing battle.

"I don't want to talk to the press right now, no," Non told Red, his eyebrows creased as if unhappy with the situation. "But it doesn't look like we have a choice... We're just going to have to put up with it for a bit longer, P'Red..." Non said, the double meaning only known to the two of them. "It's okay babe, if you don't want to talk I can do it all myself. You can just stand there and hold my arm for support, okay?"

The wedding planner and the staff practically swooned at Non's words. Non dismissed them, saying he'd get in touch, leaving himself and Red alone. His face was a mask of disinterest as he stared at his fiancée, internally delighted that he was making Red uncomfortable as revenge for being with another man right before their meeting. "Well, can I trust you not to ruin this for us? We've come this far..."

"God, you're really thick, you know that?" Anon rolled his eyes at Red as he followed the other who gathered his things. "I don't have a boyfriend. I'm not jealous of you. I'm thinking about our families and their future" He said. Anon just couldn't stop his verbal attacks on Red, even if he wanted to. Thinking about how close Red and Sing had been was hurting him so much; he didn't know their history, if it was similar to himself and P'Boon, but Red had referred to Sing as his boyfriend which made his feelings that much worse. He wanted to shout, grab Red by the shoulders and shake the stupidity out of his brain; but he couldn't. He couldn't show that he cared in that way, it would ruin everything Non has been trying to build. He needed Red to believe his story, that the reason he was upset was about their reputations.

Non resented when Red accused him of having turned to P'Dan to get him to accompany him on the wedding plans. He hadn't asked P'Dan for a thing - the older Sangchareon just knew what had to be done when it came to these sorts of issues. Honestly, there would have been less problems if Non and P'Dan had been the couple to tie their two families together - but Non didn't want P'Dan. He wanted Red. He only ever wanted Red.

Non wanted clarify this, and also to tell Red to fuck off in a similar vein, confused now that Red had switched from the term 'boyfriend' to 'friend' when referring to Sing - but something Red said had the words caught in his throat.

"I have needs and wants. I'm not gonna live like a celibate hermit, if that's what you're hoping."

Red... had Red already decided, then? That he would never sleep with Non again? Not like he remembered their first time, but... was he expecting to marry Non and then sleep with other people before even thinking about him?

And Non knows that he's told Red he doesn't want to sleep with him either, but that was a lie. He was hoping... well, that eventually it would be as though they both had their minds changed. Naturally.

"...Whatever. Are you ready to go?" Non asked quietly, seething in anger. "This wedding venue isn't going to check itself out."

He passed by Red, his head up in the air as if confident, when really he wanted to scream. Red didn't want him in any way. Not as a lover, not as a friend, not as a sexual partner - nothing. Non hated that Red had made his mind up about him already, hated that his relationship with Sing was ambiguous, hated that Red hated him.

God, why had he fallen for such a fucking asshole?

Exiting the studio, Non nodded at his driver, who opened the back-seat for him. He slid in first, waiting for Red to join. There was space between them, this time - not like the night of their date at all. And if the driver noticed, he didn't say anything as he got into the front seat and started off for the venue.

Non didn't talk to Red the entire ride. Instead, he spent it on his phone, pointedly refusing to make eye contact, coming off as bored by this whole ordeal. In reality, he was secretly texting his PR team. Red was going to suffer for treating him like this, and Non was going to force him into a situation where they had to be close in order to survive.

In about half an hour, we'll be at Vivacé Sukhumvit 74. Please inform our contacts in the media. Withhold that this request came from me.

Non quickly sent the text, switching to another app on his phone to pass the time. He wasn't going to sit here and act like a love-struck, jealous boy over a man who wasn't going to give him the time of day - he'd do it in public, when the cameras were flashing, where Red had nowhere to hide.

If Red wasn't going to love him naturally, Non was going to force it.