Sub!Ghost x gn!reader thoughts…
MDNI 18+
You discovered Simon’s submissive side by accident, the two of you weren’t trying anything on purpose, it just… happened. He was exhausted after returning home after a long, horrendous op and just fell into your lap on the sofa. Your fingers twisted into his hair after he had pulled off his balaclava, scratching at his scalp and tugging gently at the strands until he let out a long, deep huff of breath.
You suggest you run him a bath and he is too tired to disagree with you, so you ease him into hot soapy water, lathering his hair and telling him to lay still while you wash the paint from around his eyes. He runs on autopilot, nodding along with everything you suggest until you stop suggesting and asking, and just tell him what to do and watch as he does it happily. When you tell him to get into bed and snuggle up next to him, it happens, you tell him he’s doing so well, that’s he’s a good boy for doing as you said and you see him shudder, he’s eyes half lidded.
You lean in and kiss him and Simon moans softly, almost a whine due to the headspace he has fallen into. When you pull away a little he whimpers out a soft please, begging for more and you realise his cock is rock hard and twitching against his stomach.
It doesn’t take much for you to straddles his hips, taking his cock into you as you coo soft praises to him. He grips dumbly at your thighs and hips, breathing harshly and biting his bottom lip as you ride him. Every word making his cock painfully hard inside you.
You ride the high, listening to Simon’s pleas and soft whimpers as you clench around him, watching his face flush and contort under you. You tell him not to come yet, he nods and says he won’t, promises to be good for you.
You marvel at that beautiful, huge man lying prone beneath you, giving himself over to you and hanging on your every word. Looking to you for his every decision and action.
He bucks his hips, driving himself up into you, doing everything he can to hold back his orgasm until he is covered with sweat and aching with need, but he can’t come until you tell him to.
Finally, you tell him he can come and he empties himself into you with a soul shuddering groan, sending you over the edge with him. Gratitude fall from his lips, and you lean down to kiss his forehead sweetly before you clean him up once again and tuck him in beside you to sleep.
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husk can’t cook for shit but he makes drinks like no one’s business. obviously this is part of the course for a bartender, of course he knows how to make drinks, but you can only make so many martinis and old fashioneds before it starts feeling old and boring and monotonous- so husk gets experimental with his cocktails, just for fun, and uses angel as a test dummy. some drinks are hits, some are misses, some are almost there and just need tweaking, and angel is more than happy to provide feedback
and angel, who is an amazing cook, does the same with husk. he does a lot of traditional italian meals, but again, you can only have the same eight pasta dishes so many times before it just gets bland and frustrating. so angel tries new recipes and tries to come up with his own spins on stuff, and even branches out into other cultural dishes. he doesn’t have a lot of time outside of work, but as he starts clubbing less and less, he starts cooking more and more- and he and husk can usually be found in the hotel kitchen late at night.
once they’re officially a couple, most of their date nights include husk sitting on the counter while angel cooks a good dinner and once it’s done they move to the bar, where husk makes special drinks for the two of them. it’s domestic and quiet and so very needed- a calm and relaxed getaway from the chaos that is hell. all they need is each other, and they’re good to go.
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Metal Sonic being voiceless and that being played for the horror, but less in the way of "he doesn't physically have a voice box" and more in the sense that he's voiceless metaphorically.
Not only does he not possess the voice box, but he doesn't have any tools to communicate. He's never offered pen and paper. Never given the opportunity to write digital reports except with only the briefest of words. Never taught even a scrap of sign language, as crude as such a communication would be due to his lack of facial features.
If you handed him a speech generating device, would he even know what to do with it?
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hi, first off i really love your art. the h/c and warmth really hit me where i live and your illustration style is fantastic. lately i've been obsessed with the post where an unwell milek thinks geralt will leave him behind. was that an ingrained insecurity, assuming his super-witcher dad wouldn't have time for a sickly human kid?
[MASTERPOST] - Ahh, thank you for the ask! Yes, this scene.. I actually saw this a bit differently! It's not about Milek fearing Geralt will leave him behind, he actually wants him to. They need to find his Pa!! I think he often feels like a burden; Jaskier knows this, but Geralt isn't aware of this yet. Milek just wants to pull his weight, especially with Jaskier. A little sneak peak to their struggles regarding this:
Meanwhile Jaskier continues to struggle with his omega status.
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