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bigfatbimbo · 1 month

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I am haunted by visions of Vox with a capable assistant who doms him after hours. The role reversal of guy thinking he can fuck his secretary but she turns the tables and fucks him has me sweating

I got inspired by a turn of phrase that would might have been popular a little bit before Vox’s time “his girl, Friday”

Basically a “girl Friday” was a term used for a woman in the office who acted as a jack of all trades and was good at doing a bunch of different jobs. This person was usually very capable and the office’s go-to-girl for anything and everything

So I keep imagining Vox with this hyper-competent assistant. He hires her and after becoming familiar with the company, she manages to handle things before he even asks her to do them. He decides to try and rattle her a bit with impossible tasks to knock her down a peg, but she takes that as a challenge and somehow completes them with a smarmy “will that be all,sir”

Game on. He keeps challenging her and asking for crazier shit just to prove that she can be shaken. She doesn’t even flinch, it’s a little intimidating and bruises his ego

Eventually he’s working late (which means she’s working late because somehow their work ethics are equally insane) and he starts being all snide and pissy and she just puts him in his place, insulting his behavior and his temper and physically backs him into his desk before telling him that he needs to be taught proper manners

And from then on, by day she’s Vox’s right hand who never leaves his side. But by night she bends her boss over his desk or presses him into his office chair, making him whimper and moan as she teaches him a lesson and berates him

So yeah, boss tries to dominate assistant but she effortlessly reverses their roles and makes him cry “Yes, ma’am!”

People think he’s tapping his assistant but whenever comments are made they share a look and Vox just thinks “they can’t ever know that I call you Mommy”

So the other day, I posted about wanting to do a human Vox au but lacking ideas, and one of the comments was involving an assistant x boss type deal. I don’t know if this ask is unrelated or directly caused by that post, but it gives me lots of ideas for a more specific au involving human Vox.

Anyways, since it wasn’t specified, i’ll keep the alive or dead details pretty vague. When I tell you this idea has been rotting in my brain all day, I fucking mean it.

Like this is genuinely about to get me out of writers block oh my fucking god. “His girl, friday” is a term i’ve never heard before but it’s so fitting with this. I love the go-getter incredibly efficient reader so much.

And god, it would bother Vox to an ungodly point. Because being in close quarters a lot, you being his assistant, of course he picks up on your efficiency. It makes him a little insecure because you honestly get things done quicker than he could.

So after throwing everything he can at you to knock you overboard your parade of orderliness, and you doing it all absolutely flawlessly, he can’t help but throw one of his tantrums.

Coming to him at the the end of the day, explaining you did everything he’d asked, and went beyond, closed multiple business deals for him, and got the inside information on upcoming possible marketing events. He should be happy, this objectively helps his business. But instead, he sits at his desk, watching you from across the room, before absolutely exploding.

I mean, you do his jobs better than he does. And he goes on a huge rant about how he doesn’t believe this, and how you must have absolutely no life, and basically degrading and insulting you for doing your job correctly.

And then yes, you yell at him, practically daring him to fire you. He won’t, you’re too much of an asset. You’re basically untouchable. So with that, you yell back, but unlike Vox who erupted with rage, you keep yourself as level headed as possible while talking sternly. Make even talking to him condescending as of talking to a child, explaining how it’s absolutely unbelievable he’s throwing a fit over good work ethic, and how he’d have to be out of his mind to pout about something so beneficial for Voxtech.

Going on and on about how his competitive, aggressive, targeting work behavior is unacceptable and pathetic… and now you have him back up against his desk, his sneer turning into a look of astonishment.

And then his eyes dart down, heat rising to his cheeks, and you notice the bulge in his pants. At first, you go silent, but then tease him with “You want me to take care of that too? Or will you yell at me for being too good at my job.”

Well, then he’s mad again. Probably definitely a struggle for power the first time you fuck. Yes, he tries to dom you, and fails because jesus, he really was pathetic. But you have him lied back in his chair, pinning his wrists down to either side of him, while you ride his dick into overstimulation. But he’s trying to keep quiet so no one else is the office hears his whimpers and whines.

But when he gets too loud, simply remind him that you’ll have to stop and he responds with a watery, whimper of “Y-yes ma’am.”

Now, fridays are dedicated to his girl, friday. Coincidentally, you’re both working late on those days, and even more coincidentally, you have business in his office.

That business being bending Vox over his desk until he has to cover his pathetic sobs with his hand so a janitor doesn’t hear him crying for his mommy.

Anyways, I’m almost done. I think this specifically appeals to me in a human Vox au sense because i’m hell, a work place of hell wouldn’t be particularly normalized, but it’s hell so it’s absolutely not frowned upon. He’d probably get teased about it at best, and literally a high five for tapping that. But in a human au, the stakes are much higher because there’s an actual sense of ethics and morals in business.

Also in the fifties, do you even know how taboo it would be for a boss to not only be sleeping with his assistant, but getting dominated by her every night???? I dunno.

Oh and the toxic masculinity of it all because it’s the 1950s and without being exposed to the normalization of kinks in hell, it would be so hard to break this brat down. Obviously not impossible, it’s Vox. But so much more irritating.

However, i’m hesitant to actually do a human au literally because of the silly picture I always put at the beginning. Because like I have such a specific image of what he looks like in my head (the @//notherpuppet human design) but… I don’t want to have to DM an artist and be like “Hey! love the art, can I use it for my dom reader power dynamic assistant x boss Vox x reader human au fic 😁😁😁🙏🙏” LIKE GANG I CANNOT.

Anyways, this wasn’t proofread, rant over, bimbo out.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel smut #dom reader #vox x reader #inbox open #sub vox

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velvetcloxds · 1 year

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for your blurb event, could you do one with dilf hotch where he wants to take the reader with him to jack's birthday party but when they get there hailey makes a scene about reader being there, maybe even about how young the reader is and she doesn't want reader to leave?

BIAS | A.H.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: probably not the most cannon portrayal of haley, age gap, lovesick aaron

You were sitting rather uncomfortably on the little wooden bench in front of Haley's place, Aaron had very pleadingly asked you to wait here while he and his ex-wife went to have a discussion in the kitchen, a discussion which wasn't at all as private as you were sure it should be, the whole of the party probably overhearing the pair shouting at each other- it was rather fitting, they had witnessed the spark of the fight, it was only fitting they were exposed the to rest of it. You wanted to interrupt them, wanted to tell them that it wasn't as big a problem as it turned into, you could easily leave, celebrate Jack's birthday when he was at Aaron's, and it would've been simple if that was the only problem.

However, the second Haley decided to take a shot at you and your relationship with Aaron, you knew that simple flew right out of the open door past you. It was hardly the first time your relationship had been brought into question, your age had been a regular point of conversation in the office on many occasions but never like that, never had someone taken it upon themselves to insult you in front of a living room full of people merely for being there in the first place. Though you expected as much, you were adamant about staying home from the very beginning because how could her reaction be anything other than negative- a stranger, half her age showing up at her home while clutching her ex-husband's arm, wanting to see her son- it was hardly a scene anyone would look forward to, but you didn't quite expect things to escalate that quickly.

You were lost in thought, not realizing the shouting had stopped until you looked up to find Aaron closing the front door, a deadly look in his eyes as he stared the wooden frame down, one hand adjusting his tie, the other clutching his car keys as he shook his head to himself.

"I'm sorry that took so long," he began and the instant shift in his eyes as he looked at you was enough to give anyone whiplash, his features relaxing slightly as he drew his gaze over your figure. You had Jack's gift resting on your lap, a book you'd seen at the little vintage bookstore you always stopped by on Saterdays, it was almost brand new, a story about an elephant solving crimes in the zoo, incredibly fitting to be read to him by his dad- you'd gone through great trouble to find wrapping paper with little zoo animals too just to make it extra special, which only upset him more to be fair.

"It's okay," you insisted, lifting your hand to show him the cake pop you'd been clutching onto since he left you. "One of the little monsters snuck me a treat," you explained and the smile on your lips was intoxicating, daring to completely calm him down as he nodded. "Those for me?" you breathed carefully, slowly, knowing that you weren't the person he was upset with, but he was upset all the same and even the second he took to calm himself down wouldn't change that. You pointed at the keys with a soft smile, hoping that the overall conclusion of their fight would be to send you home. He frowned, confused, clearly not on the same page as you. "I can take the car home and then I'll just pick you up when you're done," you clarified and felt awful silly when he shook his head at you, extremely unimpressed by your suggestion.

"What are you talking about?" he was walking towards you, reaching over to cup your cheek when he stopped in front of you, brows furrowed as your big eyes looked up at him, so soft, so sweet, it was utterly offensive that anyone could say a single negative thing about you, let alone in the way they did. "If we're going anywhere, we're going together," you were the one to frown, gently placing the cake-pop down next to you before your fingers sifted through his, still staying in place on your face as you shook your head right back at him.

"Aaron," you sighed and he was daring you to fight him on his very simple, very end-of-conversation solution, but you were never really all that good at doing what he said. "No way am I letting you miss your kid's birthday because of me."

"It's not because of you," he clarified and you weren't surprised when he nodded for you to move the gift to the bench beside you, not wasting a second before guiding you up to stand in front of him. "She's the one who decided to act like that, call you that," he scoffed, looking over your shoulder, the open curtain allowing him a full view of Jack playing pin the tail on the giraffe with his friends, the parents laughing along as the kids struggled.

The insult hit him harder than it hit you, you didn't care for it, obviously, but you loved Aaron and that meant that you had to get used to braving through whatever people threw at you- the prolonged stares from strangers in shopping malls, the whispers from other parents when you had to drop in to pick up Jack from school- you were used to it.

"Hey," you brought his attention back to you with delicate hands sliding over his chest, brown eyes falling to yours, not truly with you, far too stuck in his head, as always. "Now, you know I'm not her biggest fan, I'm very biased for that, but I do understand where she's coming from," you insisted and his brows furrowed, silently telling you to explain. "Jack is amazing, he's this pure little bundle of love and as much as you get to decide who gets to be in his life, so does she. She might've handled it wrong but I understand why she'd want this day with him, no me, but that doesn't mean no you," he knew you were right, knew that this wasn't a reaction of malice as much as uncertainty. "So, you're going to go in there and give that little munchkin his gift and make sure he has the best birthday ever," you paired your words with an encouraging smile, stealing his car keys from him.

"And what about you, I don't want to leave you all alone."

"Well, I'm going to go to your place, slip into your most comfortable shirt, rewatch pride and prejudice for the thousandth time, and order loads of takeout food with your card," he breathed a soft laugh, the rare kind he only saved for you, a sound so lovely it made you conspire about ways to get to hear it again.

"Don't forget dessert," he was melting, that tough exterior looking rather soft from your perspective, large hands circling your waist, squeezing lightly as he pulled you against him, never quite satisfied with the space between you. "I love you," he sighed, ever amused by the greedy way your hands moved against him, stilling on his neck as you stole a quick kiss, barely a peck from his lips. "I'm going to make this up to you," it was a silly promise, unnecessary in its nature since it was hardly his fault, as much as you wanted to be there for him and for Jack, you hope there'd be more birthdays you'd be present for in the future, more parties to attend, maybe even hold, one day couldn't wipe out the wish you had for a future with the both of them.

"You don't have to," you dismissed him, shrugging lightly, though you didn't fight the kiss he insisted on giving you, wiping away your smile, then another and another, making you giggle against his lips before he pulled back. "Though, I wouldn't say no to continuing this when you get home."

"I'll slip away early."

"Don't you dare! Want you to stay until bedtime, maybe read a few pages of his new book. Promise me that you'll do the voices too? You know he loves the voices."

"I'll do the voices," his answer wasn't good enough, the pout that danced on your mouth and the way your big eyes dared him to disobey your adorable demands. "Honey, I'll do the voices, promise."

"Good, and give him an extra forehead kiss from me, will you?" you were pulling away, and he very hesitantly let you, not before one more kiss, of course, hands brushing your waist as he released you. "Love you, " you smiled, blowing him a kiss, it was sickening, the pair of you, acting like two teenagers as you walked to his car, pausing to smile at him, watch him as he opened the door and you were lucky you did because when his little mini-me popped his head out to wave at you too, your heart all but ran away from you.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x yn #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner blurb #monique's event days #right where queue left me #monique's writing events

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chaethewriter · 1 year

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Jack Champion x gamer gf! reader

J. Champion with a gamer gf headcanons

a gym rat and gamer girl in love.

A/N: incredibly short and silly, because this was just on my mind.

◇ even before he had asked you if he could be your boyfriend, he knew about your gaming addiction— obsession.

◇ no matter where he saw you, your eyes were always set on a screen.

◇ whether that be on your PlayStation, computer or even the Nintendo Switch.

◇ he knew you liked gaming, but when you started dating, he truly got to meet gamer you.

◇ you stayed at his house often, it was almost your second home.

◇ the main reason being: the two of you were glued together.

◇ it doesn't matter what either of you were doing, as long as you did it together.

◇ moments when you sat somewhere with your phone being opened on Genshin, waiting at the gym while he was training.

◇ this also meant your stuff being in his bedroom.

◇ your Nintendo Switch for example.

◇ whenever the two of you were free from any work and college, you would be lying down on the bed, resting your head into his lap.

◇ you would be playing any form of tactical strategic game as he ran his fingers through your hair.

◇ he would watch the way your nose scrunched up as you glared at the screen to figure out how to ambush the enemy without getting your team killed.

◇ the movie he had put on the television long forgotten as he watched you in admiration.

◇ he would give commentary as he watched you, asking you things that he saw as he was genuinely interested in the stuff you like.

◇ "babe? What does that icon mean?"

◇ "do you get to dress up your main character?"

◇ "is there a reason why you put the arrow users behind the sword users?"

◇ he knows he might sound dumb, but he was genuinely wondering.

◇ you looked like you knew what you were doing, as if you put all of your energy into it.

◇ it was cute.

"Are you sure I can try? I mean I don't want to ruin your rounds-"

"Jack, babe, it's fine! I will help you." You were playing 'fire emblem three houses' on Jack's lap, but you couldn't help but feel a gaze burning into your skin. You had looked to the side, watching how he watched you with interest. You knew that look, he was curious, eager to try.

So you told him he could.

You were still in his lap, the Switch in his hands as yours were on top of his to guide him.

"What I always do is keep the bow user behind with the healer, before that I usually put mages, then axes and polearms and swords. I usually put cavalry on their own as they're pretty strong. Sometimes I leave them with healers, as they also have another weapon to use so that the cavalry isn't all alone."

He had no idea what you were saying and it was noticeable in the way he was playing.

Attacking a cavalry with a bow user, but he was getting there.

You couldn't tell him off, though. The way he was fully concentrating in the game with his chin resting against the top of your head.

◇ when the two of you were at your home, he would sit you on his lap as he watched you game.

◇ one of his arms wrapped around your waist to keep you in place, his other hand occupied by his phone.

◇ his phone was long forgotten though, as he watched you carry in your valorant match.

◇ you play without a headset when Jack is around so that he doesn't feel closed off or ignored.

◇ this is how he hears the toxicity of Valorant though.

◇ genuinely gets angry when you get insulted.

"Bro, why you assuming aimbot? Not my fault I can actually aim." You groaned into the mic as your fingers aggressively tapped on the WASD keys. You got into yet another toxic match and it was pissing you off.

"Make me a fucking sandwich, fucking bitch."

Now that made Jack furious. The grip on your waist got tighter as he cussed the other player out into the mic. He wouldn't let anyone get off the hook so easily, not when they degraded his girl.

"Who do you think you are, fucker? Treating women like trash? You're so fucking pathetic." His voice was hoarse as he spoke, venom laced into his words.

◇ worries when you play any game that involves communication via the mic after hearing what words are exchanged.

◇ call of duty, apex, valorant.

◇ any shooter games.

◇ he just worries that the words will get to you, but seeing how much you enjoy the game, as well as the way you knew how to reply to such comments he just knew you would be okay.

◇ that wouldn't stop him from being the overprotective boyfriend, though.

◇ eventually, Jack actually wanted to spend his time gaming with you as well.

◇ you were over the moon when he had told you that.

◇ your gym addicted boyfriend? Wanting to learn about the game world?

◇ you knew you had to start easy.

◇ something cute, interactive but romantic.

◇ minecraft.

◇ he knew about minecraft. He had played it a couple times with friends, but that was years ago.

◇ he had bought the game on his phone and you helped him with his own avatar!

◇ fun fact: the name of your shared world is actually your shipname.

◇ he hits all the flowers he can find for you.

◇ his entire inventory is filled with different kinds of flowers.

◇ follows you around like a lost puppy when the two of you go hunting.

◇ wants to be your knight in shining armor, but only has flowers to smack the zombies with.

◇ screamed when a creeper blew up not so far away from him.

◇ gets distracted by the most stupid things he can find.

"do we need this web?"

"rotten flesh? Should I take it?"

"this polar bear reminds me of you babe!"

"babe help! I lose you."

"can you come get me? I think I'm lost."

◇ he loves to spend his time building you guys' house and he acts like that's actually what your house will look like.

◇ "hmm, I actually want the dinner table to be here, since you like sitting down and facing that way, right"

◇ you told him it's just a game, but he wants it to be as accurate as possible.

◇ he squealed when you tamed a cat and called it Butters.

◇ he spends time fixing cute dates in minecraft while you're busy with college: picnics, mini zoos— since he knows you're more of an indoor person.

◇ you thank him with a lot of irl kisses.

◇ all over all, he's trying for you and he enjoys spending time with you, no matter what. <3

◇ BONUS

◇ he is so jealous whenever he catches you playing gacha games.

◇ why? He always catches you drooling at some hot animated characters.

◇ sits far away frowning, arms crossed as he watches you giggling at your phone.

"Babe! I'm the real deal! He doesn't exist!"

◇ he just wants attention, pls tell him you love him. <3

#chaethewriter #jack champion is taking my brain over #jack champion x reader #jack champion #jack champion imagine #jack champion headcannons #jack champion imagines #jack champion headcanons #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader

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exactly103 · 1 year

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Things I Loved in Newsies UK

this is really long and probably makes no sense but this show was absolutely incredible and I had to. This is also basically just a list of spoilers so i'll put in a little break thing so if you don't want spoilers you don't see any :)

Ike being an absolute Mess - dropping his hat, trying to get to the front of the line but missing the opportunity and having to go to the very back, trying to figure out what "gratis" meant during KoNY

After "watch me stand, watch me run", Crutchie moved to try to get off the rooftop again and when Jack went up to him, he said, "no, no, wait, look at me, look at me" before singing "don't you know that we's a family". found family ❤️

Crutchie praying the rosary during Jack's monologue to the scabbers

Oscar yelling "shit" when Jack pushed him down before writing "strike"

During "That's Rich", when Medda sang "i got stuck with some mope", she pointed at one the newsies sitting on the front of the stage and Ike stood up, thinking it was him, and then Buttons pushed him down, saying "sit down, she's talking to me"

Newsies running the lights and setting up the stage in Medda's theatre

Jack showing Katherine his newspaper bag when he said "I work for the World"

Jack indicating to Katherine to lift her chin when drawing her

Everyone freezing, except Jack and Katherine, during the first verse of "I Never Planned on You"

JoJo and Finch running away at the beginning of the fight at the end of "Seize the Day", but then running back in after a bull hit Splasher over the head

Finch having to be dragged away and stopped from running back onstage when Cruchie was grabbed

All of them screaming at each other to run and hurry even when they were running through the audience

Jack yelling "Crutchie"

Jack keeping lots of difference between him and Katherine!!

Jack attempting to flirt with Katherine but failing misearably and Katherine just going "Mr. Kelly", like she was saying "this is embarrassing for you"

THEY SWANG ON THE CHANDELIERS DURING KONY

Race took the seltzer from Jacobi's tray after Albert took the water and Jacobi grabbed it right back without looking

Crutchie muttering "folks" after Davey and Les left to go home

Crutchie turning away when asking Jack if he had folks in Santa Fe, and then smiling in relief when Jack said he has none

Jack deepening his voice when saying "ain't your beat entertainment" and then Katherine mocking him by doing the same arm movement and deepening here voice too

Newsies putting bags over their heads to get out of going to Brooklyn

Davey spitting on his hand before shaking Jack's at the end of "Watch What Happens Reprise"

Albert constantly talking to himself and saying "i'll take them" quietly/raising his hand when Davey denies the extra papers

The last few lines of "World Will Know" were sung in a group at Katherine it was so cool

The Delancey brothers messing with all the Newsies while handing them their papers

Newsies ziplining over the audience!!

Jack swining on a rope during the fight as an homage to 1992sies

The fact that there was constant movement on stage - it was so engaging

The Newsies as run crew!! (at the beginning of "Watch What Happens", Albert brought on Katherine's chair by sliding in on it and then bowing to her)

They all said their names which was so meaningful - it felt like a tribute to all the real newsies, the ones who were named and unnamed

Finch softly saying "Tommy Boy?" when they first saw the scabs

Someone saying "trying to be the hero" when Jack went to count Davey's papers

All of Davey's deliveries, including, but not limited to "That is her costume!" and "That. Is. Disgusting."

Jack swiping his hat on Pulitzer's stairs before sitting down

Jack running down and hugging Crutchie when he came back

Crutchie asking Race if he missed him and Race responding with "I ain't been the same without ya"

Crutchie saying "you don't got to be insulting, I got a nickel" while holding out a nickel to show Katherine and everyone agreeing with him

Jack tightly hugging Albert when he showed up during "Seize the Day"

The amount of lines Finch had ❤️

The fact that Jack had a big drawing of Crutchie and then smaller drawings of a bunch of other newsies hanging on his rooftop

Crutchie throwing newspapers into the audience

"You can't change the past" changed to "you can't escape the past" ugh it just clicks with Jack's character in some special way

Jack's delivery of ”Dave what the hell”

The fact that during "Seize the Day" every time a newspaper was split, there was some big dance move. It felt like the director/choreographer was really honoring how big the action of splitting their source of income was for the newsies.

Jack and Race were the ones starting the chain of throwing papers during "Once and For All", which I thought was a great way to remind everyone of how Race's closeness with Jack and his importance. (also Jack was throwing to Davey which was super super cute)

#feel free to reblog and add any others #newsies #west endsies #this show was so so good #jack kelly #crutchie morris #davey jacobs #livesies #I will never shut up about this show

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eggcompany · 1 month

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So Smart, Those Boys Part 3

“Um… is John around? Does he work here? John Watson?” Sherlock asked the woman behind the counter once he had looked around the entire store. She looked incredibly bored and incredibly already over it. She looks like she’s younger than him though. High schooler probably.

“He’s out back. He said someone would come by. Just walk through that employee’s only door.” She said like it exhausted her. Sherlock smiled and quickly walked out the door and looked around. Sure enough there was John Watson bundled up in his flannel button down, sweater, and heavy black coat. He still had on his jeans and work boots from earlier. He was sitting by a few silver metal bins on some stacked up crates.

“John.” Sherlock said and smiled. He walked over and sat down next to the blonde. John smiled and looked him up and down. His eyebrows scrunched up for a moment but he kept smiling.

He had noticed Sherlock changed clothes. Sherlock didn’t really wear pants. He didn’t like the way they made him feel. Constricted and suffocating and all wrapped up. It was overwhelming at times. He had dawned a pair of thick black straight leg trousers instead of his skirt and he had thrown on his long coat.

“That’s a nice coat, Sherl. Makes you look even taller.” John said and laughed, side-eyeing the other boy who blushed and smiled.

Oh my god… a nickname. A nickname that isn’t either an insult or a slur. Sherlock thought as his heart hammered against his chest. Sherlock reached into the side of the coat and pulled out two foil wrapped parcels.

“I got you just a plain pastrami on rye. I… I don’t know what you eat yet.” Sherlock explained and handed John the thicker one of the two. He had ordered himself a plain ham sandwich on white bread. He never got anything else. He doesn’t like trying new things.

“Oh~ I like pastrami. It’s nice all the time but a nice hot sandwich is good. Thank you, it was really sweet of you to bring to me.” John said before digging into the steaming sandwich. Sherlock bit into his own and looked around. Tag, left handed, teenager, wanna be gangster, american, piss, literal piss.

“Where do you live?” Sherlock asked between his bites. While John had been focused on the heavenly sandwich he was eating, Sherlock had been thinking. John chewed and covered his mouth with his hand.

“On my friend’s Greg’s couch. I just gotta get more hours and I can afford rent somewhere.” John explained. His hours at the store had been cut three times in the last four months. He couldn’t afford rent in the place he had been staying so Greg had been letting him sleep on his couch.

Sherlock nodded. John Watson a couch hopper? No, no, no. He can split my rent and sleep with me in my bed in my as- in the upstairs bedroom. At least maybe. If he wants to. I could clean up some… I mean it’s not like my lad at home but my papers and and

“Do you wanna sleep over at my flat?” Sherlock asked quickly. He bit into his sandwich again and seemed to become incredibly interested in a rock by his foot. John however almost spit out his food.

Is this for sex or for friendship? Sex? Friends? I thought Sherlock didn’t have friends? Why would he ask? Wait… either way I get a bed. And maybe get laid by the cutest guy… Better than hearing Greg jack off again.

“Yeah. Yeah that would be good. Good. I get off at eight. What’s your address? Baker Street wasn’t it?” John asked. Sherlock’s eyes widened and he smiled down at the pebble he’d been toeing at.

First part done. He’ll come. And then maybe he’ll cum. Jesus couldn’t I’ve thought of something better than that? Sherlock mental scolded himself. He’d noticed himself acting more… well his age. Eighteen and sexually frustrated, attracted. Having a crush. He’d never allowed himself to feel such a way before. But John… John is something else.

“221b Baker Street. Mrs. Hudson lives down stairs but she won’t bother you much. I’ve… I’ve got an extra bed. … If you want to sleep there.” Sherlock said and finished his sandwich. John smiled and ate in silence till he was done.

“Sherlock, where else would I sleep other than the spare bed?” John said, fishing. He was fishing for something and he knew he’d hooked Sherlock by the way the brunette bit his lip.

“It’s a small bed. I’ve got a much bigger one in my room. Though if you sleep there…” Sherlock said and looked over at John. He looked John up and down. John in turn looked at Sherlock and down at his watch. His break was over but a few minutes wouldn’t hurt.

“If I sleep there, what?” John asked and stood up, moving to stand in front of the other boy. Sherlock looked up at John and it almost, almost made John pause. The way his lashes looked so delicate from this angle, the way the street light made all the sharp lines of his face razor like. It all made him look so… deadly. Like the glint of a knife blade.

“I might end up with tousled hair?” John said in a low quiet voice and pulled one of Sherlock’s curls and watched it spring back.

I sure fucking hope he isn’t actually a murderer. I’m gonna get my ass killed in a bloody alleyway. John thought to himself but kept his well practiced confidence up front.

Sherlock stared right back at him but didn’t make a move to stand or shove the other away. Instead he stared into John’s eyes like he was reading his soul. Like he knew exactly what John was thinking.

I’m glad he can’t see how hard I am right now. Jesus bloody on a crisp, he’s hot. Oh shove me down and make me choke… Sherlock thought as John stood commandingly over him. He felt so small and weak compared to the solid body in front of him. Like a bunny in the presence of a bear. He breathed slowly and watched John’s eyes. The beautiful blue made him throb in his trousers.

“That I might end up needing a shower?” John said in that low voice again and bent down so his face was only inches away from the brunette’s. John stared back at those diamond droplet eyes. Crystals. Gleaming and stunning.Now that he was looking at them up close though… He could see something. Something crazed, barely contained. Something uncontrollable, not like a storm, but rather like a hunger for something unattainable. A million... somethings firing all at once.

Sherlock stared right back. It took so much self restraint to not fidget. To not adjust himself so that his prick wasn’t lying directly on the seam of his briefs. So much was going through his mind that he didn’t notice John standing back up.

“Well, Sherlock Holmes, I think I’ll see you tonight. I think I’ll need to see if what they say about you is true or not. I’ve already taken a long break so I have to get back to work. I’ll get a cab to your place. Bye Sherlock.” John said and straightened his jacket and dusted off his bum. Sherlock swallowed and was about to speak when John leaned down and kissed his forehead.

Do. Not. Start. Crying. Sherlock told himself and waved absently at John as he walked back through the door. Sherlock was dazed. Innuendo? Invitation? Kiss? Kiss?? Kiss? John Hamish Watson kissed my forehead.

Sherlock thought as he walked through the ally to the road and down the sidewalk. He didn’t even know where he was just walking. Second nature, his feet talking him home while his mind wandered.

He’s coming to my flat. It worked? It worked. John is comi ng to my house and expecting sex. Sex. Sex with John Watson… I need to prepare. Lube. Condom. I need to clean out. I need to change the sheets. I need to put towels by the bed. Will he put his in me? Will he want mine in him? I don’t like it when people touch mine. Will he let me touch him? Will he want to touch me? Will he be gentle…

His mind kept thinking more and more as he opened his door and went to his bedroom and stripped. He got in the bath and started his ritual preparation.

In the convenience store John was doing a happy dance and drinking a Gatorade. He had a smile plastered on his face. The anxiety of not knowing how it was going to go was being drowned out by the fact that he was going to go sleep with Sherlock Holmes. He was going to kiss and touch and rub and fuck Sherlock Holmes. Tonight. In a few hours. It was going to be a night to remember…

Hopefully in a good way.

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koneko-pi · 1 year

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Silver Season

Chapter one: Lead The Way

A bedroom, while clean and tidy, was barren of any personal effects. White walls, stone floors, and nothing but a side table, littered with small bottles both empty and full, and a bed in the corner of the room where someone currently laid in wait for their day to start. Chestnut colored hair sprawled out across soft green bed sheets. The sleeping form of a woman.

A small draft pushed the curtains of her open window up into the air where they tickled at her face. Her eyelashes fluttered and slowly, tiredly, she lifted herself up. Rubbing away the ache in her eyes. Another night of no sleep and just laying there with eyes closed, imagining what she could dream about.

She stretched, a satisfying pop filling the silent void of her room before she slid out of bed and made her way to the window, gently closing it. She stared out over the people of the Clover kingdom with an unreasonable expression. Bakers beginning to set out their morning entices, knights out on their patrols, a small boy running around with newspapers, shouting for coins, until a nobleman stuck his foot out causing the child to trip.

She quickly closed the curtain before she could see anymore, the sight had created a heavy ache in her back, under her left shoulder .

"Today feels… different…" She muttered softly to herself.

Emergency captains meetings had, at one point, been few and far between. And Nozel would not have to schedule himself so sparingly so he could be called upon at any moment's notice. But recently it seemed like every other day he was being summoned up to the Wizard kings castle to listen to everyone bicker amongst each other. Even now down the empty hall he could hear Yami's overly loud voice arguing with, most likely, Jack.

"Do you two ever shut up?" Nozel commented to them as he walked through the doors and over to his own space to sit down between Dorothy and Jack.

"You can shove it Braid-Face." Yami was immediately on the defensive over whatever topic had him so worked up.

The silver mage had already been in a foul mood that day but to be so atrociously insulted, by a foreigner no less, had his mana flaring up already.

"You need to calm down." Fuegoleon, newly appointed back into his position, pushed himself in before some kind of fight could take place. "We're all tired and tempers are short. There's no need to antagonize one another, especially not in front of Julius who is in the worst state of us all."

All heads turned to their now tiny wizard king, who looked incredibly apologetic at having to summon them here once again.

"Please forgive me…" he said as soothingly as he could. If it had come from anyone else the captains would not have calmed down as quickly as they did.

"What brings us all together this time?" Nozel asked after gaining his composure again.

"Yeah, no offense Julius, but some of us really got our plates full." Yami huffed, a cigarette was held tightly between two fingers but was unlit. It was pretty obvious how badly he wanted to light it though.

What Yami was referring to was the unfair task placed upon his squad after the Elven attack, repel, and then trial of his squad mate Asta. Not only did the bulls have their hands full looking into Devil nonsense but everyone else was still busy repairing not just the kingdom but their own reputations. Many of the citizens had lost a lot of faith in their Magic knights after it seemed they had turned against them as traitors. As a result everyone was running themselves ragged and tempers were short.

And that was no different for the captains, organizing the work forces on top of attending these regular meetings, they too were all looking incredibly tired.

"I really do apologize for summoning you all so suddenly." Julius sighed. "But I promise this time it's important."

Rather than explain himself what was happening he nodded to Jack.

"Keh…" the man seemed bitter as he turned and shouted to the doors. "You can bring it in!"

"Bring it in?" Charlotte looked confused, mirroring everyone else in the room as two Green Mantis knights came in carrying a large blanket-wrapped something.

"Good lord, what is that stench!?" Kaiser was first to recoil from the horrid odor that was permeating the room.

"Is it that?!" William was leaning away as the two magic knights tossed their load over onto the meeting table. Its bindings came undone to reveal what was inside…

"That's the biggest ant I've ever seen!" Rill gawked at it. It was a suspicion the boy had an odd interest in magical beasts with how often he used them in paintings. This reaction just further proved it.

Laying now on their table, undoubtedly dead, was a massive Ant. Its body was a shiny red color with a foul smelling green fluid leaking out of open gash wounds that must have taken its life. There was no shine to its lifeless eyes and over all the creature was easily the size of a large dog.

"Where did this come from?" Fuegoleon looked equally as shocked. Sure magical beasts had been a thing but there had never been anything that special about them, magic knights had never needed to deal with them. They were mostly hunted by sport by Nobles but no ordinary noble would have been able to do these kinds of wounds.

"Out in the common realm." Jack huffed, as if trying to get a breath of clean air but that was near impossible in the room. Marx was already rushing to open up all the windows in the room before they suffered too much. "A whole horde of them had attacked a village and some of my patrol men had to chase them away."

"Chase them away?" Charlotte echoed, looking horrified. "Are you telling me you couldn't kill all of them?"

Jack responded by throwing a hand up, a knife shot out of his forearm and bounced right off the armor plating.

"Are you kidding me?" Yami asked.

"KEH! Don't look down on me like that!" Jack snapped as he pointed a finger towards his friend. "If I really wanted to try, I could cut through it! I aint weak." He was a captain after all. "But that strike could have been any average magic knight… I'm just showin' ya they aint easy to kill…"

"So you just chased them away…" Fuegoleon had reached his flaming arm out towards the beast, laying it against the hard shell of its body "It's like armor… where did they come from?"

"Hell if I know!" Jack snapped. His irritation meant he'd already tried, and failed, to follow them back to wherever they came from. "They vanished into the ground. Their fast diggers I'll tell ya that…"

"You couldn't track them?" Charlotte glared at him. "Are you that useless?"

"You want to try it yourself!?" Jack raised his hand again, mana condensing within his arm…

"Please, enough!" Julius shouted. Everyone immediately calmed and sat back down. "I know we have a lot to handle after recent attacks but people out in the common are in a panic over this." He gestured to the beast. "People have even been going missing…"

The atmosphere of the room changed drastically after that…

"So what is the plan?" Fuegoleon asked. "I'm sure it's common knowledge that all of our squads are currently spread thin."

Julius gave a solemn nod. "Yes. Which is why I must apologize for pulling one of your squads out from the repair work to take care of this mysterious ant issue."

"Let us do it." William said with all the determination he could muster. "The Golden Dawn is still eager to prove themselves again sir."

"Oh like you could do it." Charlotte huffed. "The citizens are still avoiding many of your magic knights like the plague. Please give it to the Blue Roses, sir. We can get the job done quickly."

"With what man power?" Jack huffed. "Let's not forget you are in the same boat as him!" He jutted his chin out to William who looked bitter but understanding of his own situation. "People don't exactly trust you either, besides we're the ones who found it."

They all had begun fighting amongst one another on who could handle the task better. And while they had the best intentions at heart, there was no doubt they were all jumping at the opportunity to be exempt from all other duties to take care of this job.

"Everyone!" Julius slammed his hands on the table and they all silenced themselves. This had been the second time their Wizard King had to cut into their bickering. "It's already been decided that the Silver Eagles will be taking this job on their shoulders."

Nozel looked shocked as everyone once again roared to life.

"Thank you… sir." Nozel was surprised, grateful, but surprised nonetheless.

"Do what you can." Julius pressed, now ignoring the voices of his other Captains. "The people seemed to find your squad favorable currently because of the role you played in the last attack."

"With all due respect sir, I was not the only one..."

"I understand. But Fuegoleon is still adjusting to his condition, I want to ease him back into work. And others have their hands full with other things. It was after a lot of thought I decided to give this to you."

Nozel swelled with pride before giving his King a Salute. "I will not let you down."

The others heaved and settled into their seats. Giving up on trying to convince Julius of anything else.

"I will admit though… It comes with a catch." With how Julius was scratching his cheek in nervousness, anyone else would have not suspected this boy was one of their countries leaders.

"I'm sure it's not that bad, Julius." Nozel insisted. "Whatever it is, I can deal with it."

Moments later the man was throwing open the castle doors and storming out, so irritated he walked right past his waiting siblings.

"Nozel?" Nebra blinked owlishly at her brother's unusual ire.

"What happened?" Solid asked as the pair of them quickly hurried to catch up to Nozel. "Are they giving us more work?"

Nozel stopped and spun to face his brother, mouth open as if to say something but no sound came out. The younger Silva just stood there wide eyed and confused over his Brothers out of character reaction.

Nozel closed his mouth to think then sighed. "Yes and No."

The pair glanced at one another before asking; "and that means..?"

He explained how the Silver Eagles were now in charge of investigating an infestation of never before seen magical beasts.

"But that's great!" Nebra chuckled. "We have proven our worth is far more valuable than that of any other squad! As it should be."

"And we don't have to do all this ridiculous manual labor anymore." Solid looked thrilled. Such work was for the commoners, not for nobles like them. "I'm sure we can take care of some feeble insects with no issue. So what has you so irritated, brother?"

Nozel took a slow inhale. "They've assigned a member of the Magical research division to our squad for the duration of this extermination."

"What." Both siblings' faces fell into irritation. So now all their expressions matched.

The Wizard kings castle was more than just where he lived and did his work; it housed a couple of different sections like ballrooms, meeting rooms, the royal hospital that Owen worked in, the Grand Library that Marx over saw, the courtroom, Prison and matching Torture chamber. But one section that was often overlooked for its lack of visitors was the Magical Lab. It was this division of the castle that all dungeon spoils went to first to be checked over before being distributed to their appropriate places. They also were in charge of investigating spells, potions, magical creatures, tools and their potential creation and/or origins.

It was considered an unofficial magic knights squad only because of how dangerous their own job could be at times. One could injure themselves on a mysterious magical tool just as easily as someone going into a dungeon to try and retrieve it. However they had no real squad name, no cloak and was usually the place where those who had failed to pass the Magic Knights entrance exam would go to next should they still want to serve their country somehow. So those who did know about the division often saw it as a place that picked up leftovers. They were never talked about by citizens, because of how easy it was to forget they even existed, and to actual Magic Knights they were considered a joke because it was understood they rarely went into the field and remained locked up in "julius basement."

"Why would the Wizard King think we need some… pencil pushing drop out to help us!?" They had started walking back to the base and Nebra was heatedly voicing her opinion.

"He was calling this an investigation rather than an extermination. Maybe he thought one of them should take notes on a new species of creature." Nozel tried to rationalize it himself. As he too didn't understand what was running through Julius' mind.

"Does that mean we'll need to capture one alive." Solid groaned. "But it's easier to rip them apart."

"I bet I could kill more of them than you could." Nebra giggled.

"Oh, is that a challenge sister?" Solid got a grin on his face that, some would say, bordered on being too evil looking.

"When is this magical scholar supposed to be showing up anyway." The silver haired girl asked. While she didn't want to deal with some weakling, they would have a responsibility for them while they were under Silver Eagles protection.

"Supposedly they're already waiting for us at the base." Nozel entered the gates that lead into the Silver Eagles base. A grand manor made of white stone with its own courtyard, statues of eagles in various positions of flight lined the walkway up to large double doors where two plates of the Silver Eagles logo were embedded.

"What do you think they look like?" Solid asked his sister as they walked into the common room of the base.

"Probably some stout man. Hunched over, wear's glasses. They're probably filthy too, I hear they sleep in their work spaces and never change their clothes." She had a small grin on her face as she described what all the rumors made the researchers out to be.

"And we have to work with someone like that?" Solid grimaced at the thought.

"Sorry to be such a burden."

All three of the Silver Eagles stopped half way through their common room when someone spoke up. A woman was sitting on one of their couches, she was dressed in clean nobles attire; a cream colored blouse with high waisted green shorts and thigh high boots. Her hair was a soft brown color and impossibly long with some sort of ear muffs wrapping around the back of her head. She looked right at home on their couch as she flipped through a paper another member must have left on the coffee table.

Nozel looked at her, then to the other present eagles who had moved off to a corner to be as far from her as they could. The look their Captain gave them was a silent demand of an explanation but many of them just shook their heads.

"Who do you think you are?" Solid approaches her first, glaring down at her as if she was a stain on their precious expensive seat. "This is the Silver Eagles base, not some common parlor for you to lounge in."

"I'm well aware." The woman did not look up from her paper. In fact, she crossed one leg over the other as she turned the page to continue reading.

"Why you-!" Solid looked ready to snatch it right from her hand but Nozel held an arm up to block his path.

"Are you the researcher Julius assigned to us?" Nozel had caught onto her earlier comment to his brother's words.

"That's correct." Was her simple response.

Something about her was bothering the Captain… and it wasn't just her rudeness. "What is your name?"

"Isn't it polite to introduce yourself first?"

Or maybe she was just testing her luck…

A vein started to ache in Nozel's jaw. "I highly doubt that is necessary, I'm certain you would know-"

She cut him off with a flurry of the newspaper before folding it back up and setting it on the table. "Are we not Strangers?"

"I beg your pardon?" The two younger Silva's glanced at each other before taking a step back from Nozel, as his tone was getting more irritated with each word.

The woman stood up and finally looked at Nozel, she was short, probably around five feet. And for a split moment he was caught off by her eyes. Her gaze was intense but their color is what confused him the most, her irises were peach in color and he swore her pupils were white. "I don't think we've ever met before. A proper knight, and gentleman, introduces himself to a Lady first before asking for her name."

Was his woman really the one he was going to be stuck with the entire time they were here? Who did she think she was, she dressed like a noble and spoke like a noble. But more about her reminded him of a foreigner.

Sucking in a slow breath Nozel composed himself. Best to stay calm and on good terms with her, even if she was lower than him. He doubted he could simply replace her if she had been hand picked by Julius for this task.

"Nozel Silva, head of house Silva and Captain of the Silver Eagles." He begrudgingly relented.

The woman gave him a curtsy, despite not wearing a skirt. "Briar Rose. I go by Briar, and am the Magic Researcher assigned to the Silver Eagles until further notice. Please take care of me."

Despite her attitude she seemed to have some tact…

"Is this a joke?" Solid interjected.

The woman glanced up. Her expression like stone, completely unreadable as the younger Silva now had her attention.

"I don't understand." She responded simply.

"Brother we can't honestly be taking this woman, can't we change her out for someone else?"

"Solid…" Nozel sighed. As if he had already thought of that…

"Now that I look at you…" Nebra brought a hand up to her mouth as her eyes flicked over the other woman's form. "I don't see a grimoire anywhere on you."

Nozel's eyes quickly shot up and down. He probably hadn't noticed before because a Grimoire was something almost every adult had. It would be silly to just assume you had to look for it first. But as he stared at her he didn't see a book or a holster for one. Rather she seemed to have some kind of dagger strapped to the back of her waist.

"Of course you wouldn't." Briar looked back at Nebra as if she was the fool. "I don't have one."

"What?" The eagles looked shocked. To think there was another being like that Loud mouthed bull? And so much older in age, how had no one ever heard of this woman before?

"Send her back brother!" Solid demanded as he turned to Nozel. "She doesn't know her place and will only slow us down! If we have to have some left over mage- no you're not even a mage are you." Briar's face remained unchanged despite Solids biting words. "Exchange her for someone who could actually defend themselves, I don't want to babysit some magicless freak."

He spoke of her as if she was some broken toy he wanted to give back.

"Is that your only issue with me?" She gave a slight tilt of her head and Solid jolted suddenly. The look in her eyes had changed to a more predatory one, like he was being sized up for a hunt.

"What-" he tried to speak but Briar took a step forward into his space.

"If that is all then I can prove to you I'm not some defenseless babe in need of your guard." Her eyes were intense with the shadows cast over them as she stared him down.

Her head whipped to Nozel, who remained unmovinging during the whole encounter. "Do you have a training ground here in your base?"

"Of course we do." As if the Silver eagles wouldn't have one of the best spaces to spar with magic.

"Then please…" she glared down at Solid who looked angrier and more determined to put her in her place. "Lead the way."

#black clover #black clover oc #nozel silva #nozel x oc #black clover anime #black clover nozel #black clover fanfiction #silver season #oc: briar rose

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mysoftboybensolo · 8 months

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Falling in Love and Dating Jack Seward (BBC Dracula)

It's been a year since the deaths of Zoe and Lucy, and he's still learning to forgive himself for what happened that night. Losing two people of whom he cared more than anyone else in the world had made him a little depressed but continued on to fulfill Zoe's wish of him being a doctor.

He meets you by chance at the hospital he was a junior doctor at, as you were there to support a friend, who had a panic attack earlier that evening. Jack is touched how supportive and kind you are to your friend, and a twinge of sadness hits him as he wished he had a friend like you.

You liked how attentive he was to his patients and it made you glad to know that the hospital would gain soon a caring doctor. The days when you are sitting in the waiting room for your friend's session to end, Jack would find you as he passed and the two of you would talk.

You find that beneath that shy and awkward appearance, he is incredibly sweet, thoughtful, and incredibly smart. You were certain he'd make an incredible doctor for how patient and warm he was with patients.

One day, you decided to take a chance and ask him to hang out with you and your friend for your birthday, as you start to see him more as a friend, and you wanted to see him outside of the hospital. You never knew how thrilled he was that you wanted to get to know him more and he starts to feel as if he was alive again.

As you two spend more time, the feelings of friendship starts to turn into love. He's very shy and nervous around you, given that he hadn't had a real relationship before, even though he loved Lucy, they were never anything serious. So, he keeps his feelings to himself for a while, certain that you could never want someone like him.

What Jack didn't know was that you had growing feelings for him too, and you wanted to say something, but you didn't thinking that he deserves someone who was as smart as he was. It isn't until someone tries to assault you in a club and then insults you for refusing them, that you realize Jack loves you, when he steps in and insults the jerk by saying how incredibly wonderful and beautiful you are.

Ashamed that his feelings were revealed, Jack tries to leave the club, but you stop him and ask him if he really does love you, and with lowered he says yes, which makes you excited and you admit you love him too. The joy in Jack's eyes is the most beautiful thing you had ever seen, and when you kiss, it was the happiest you had been in a long while.

Knowing his unlucky romantic past, as well as his unhappy childhood, you vow to make sure he never feels unloved by you for a single second. You leave little messages in his lunch bag hoping he has a good day, you kiss him always upon arrival and on departure, and you make sure to compliment him, calling him handsome and how beautiful his eyes are.

When you two finally make love, it's more wonderful than what his experience was with Lucy, mostly because you actually loved him back, where Lucy just used him for her own pleasure. His cuddles are the best as his long limbs circle you and make you feel safe and loved. You have no problem with being the big spoon when he needs the comfort, especially on the nights where he dreams of Zoe and Lucy's deaths.

The two of you feeling the most comfortable and safe with each other than either of you had with anyone else. Jack respects your feeling and thoughts, and is a great listener but you have to remind him sometimes that he is allowed to speak up and talk about his own problems and thoughts, as they are just as important as yours are.

Just having a happy and easygoing relationship where the possibilities are endless for you two because you love and respect each other so much. It really feels like you two were always meant to find each other, and nothing would ever separate you two.

#dracula #bbc dracula #dracula 2020 #jack seward #matthew beard

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xaracosmia · 3 months

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ꕥ — WELCOME TO EXO COSMIA, TYRIL I LISTER. 🌑

ꕥ — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: kyuu age: 29 pronouns: any ooc contact: twitter/tumblr @ kyuu333 other characters in xc: ryuunosuke naruhodou (ace attorney), an shiraishi (project sekai), missile (ghost trick)

ꕥ — IC INFORMATION;

name: Tyril I Lister age: 26 pronouns: he/him series: even if TEMPEST canon point: post-Parting Memoirs IV (Lucien route clear) app triggers: alcoholism, torture, genocide, witch hunts, child endangerment, abuse, dehumanization, suicide/suicidal ideation, religion in a fantasy setting, age gap relationship mention

personality:

Tyril comes off as nothing but abrasive and mean at first glance. He's not afraid to insult virtually anyone he meets, friend or foe or complete stranger. He’s quick to threaten violence when someone irritates him. He seems like a huge narcissist too, flaunting his accomplishments and often proclaiming how amazing he is while looking down on everyone else. Flattery seems to work on him, but it's actually only when he’s willing to play along with it. Most people back home are intimidated by him. His crass attitude along with his shunned occupation of inquisitor make him nearly impossible to approach.

The people who aren't pushed away by that initial impression could get lucky enough to glimpse his true depths. He's incredibly clever and perceptive, scarily good at reading people and is always thinking several steps ahead. It's extremely difficult to lie to him and get away with it. His deductions are top notch, and those who get on his bad side quickly learn why he's such a renowned inquisitor.

He's not above using underhanded methods to achieve results. He'd torture someone without batting an eye, he welcomes bribes (of his favorite mead), and sells information to the press. However, it's all a means to an end to achieve justice and find the truth. He takes this job very seriously and his end goal will never be corrupted. Behind his rotten image, there is kindness and good intentions. He's always willing to help someone in need, even if he absolutely does not seem like it, preferring to wear a mask and act discreetly. His aloof, roundabout way of communicating often causes misunderstandings.

something your muse struggles with: self-worth and the inability to view himself as anything more than a tool for other people to use due to a whole life of being conditioned to think that way.

your muse’s greatest strength: being an extremely reliable jack-of-all-trades; he excels in a great number of skills and holds a vast sea of knowledge in his mind.

history / background:

Tyril Ishik Lister was born into the Ishik clan – they were a people subservient to the Goddess Norna and Her descendants, and they dedicated their lives to serving the royal family of the holy kingdom of Hystorica. The clan lived hidden away in the forest next to the kingdom. He was a slacker as a kid and hated sitting through history lessons. One day, he borrowed his friend's clothes as a disguise and snuck out of the village, into the forest. There, he came across three Hystorica knights of the royal guard. One of them was injured and he felt compelled to help him. He gave them medicine and supplies before dashing back to his village, though he'd learn later that the knights used the towel he gave them to track him.

Tyril told his father about the encounter, but his father just got mad at him for sneaking out and banished him to chores at the edge of the village. He worked into the night, sad that he was missing the village’s big festival, but because he was isolated he didn't realize that the genocide of his clan had begun. He forced himself out of the building to see his friends and family already slaughtered by knights. Helpless, he fled the village and hid in a cave which was unfortunately filled with snakes. He was bitten over and over as he hid there for three days waiting for the knights to disperse and developed a crippling phobia. Finally Karlsen, the same injured knight that he'd helped back then, found him and spared his life, granting him sanctuary at the church. Tyril learned that the king ordered for his clan to be destroyed for being suspected of witchcraft, and he became the sole survivor. He blamed himself for causing this, and the guilt would hang over him for the rest of his life.

A few years later, he was approached by the first-born son of the king, Prince Conrad Neuschburn. Conrad promised to restore the Ishik clan to its former glory if Tyril became his tool and worked hard enough to earn it. It’s implied that there was a bit of coercion, but since he already had a sense of obligation to serve the royal family, Tyril accepted and allowed himself to be used in heinous ways. He was trained in various skills and became a spy, committed theft, and took countless lives for Conrad, becoming his most useful tool. Though no one else knew his identity, they started calling him Conrad's “hound”. Some lives – probably the majority – that he took were innocent, but he didn't hold back for the sake of his duty. He didn’t allow himself to think twice about it lest he fall into despair.

At some point he was assigned to assassinate Crius Castlerock, vice commander of the Wings of Garuda. Tyril tried to get close to him with the intent of killing him, but Crius proved to be too challenging a target. Especially when Zenn Sorfield, a human made immortal due to being brought here from another world, came into the picture. Tyril gave up on the assassination effort and decided to genuinely befriend them both instead, desiring a connection with someone who wouldn't die on him so easily. The three ended up working together to expose some of Conrad’s hidden crimes, shutting down his illegal operations. Conrad evidently never found out who'd done this to him – Tyril continued to serve him, but he also grew close to his steadfast new friends that he felt he could trust. Zenn taught him about ninjas from his home world, which inspired Tyril to moonlight as a folk hero named Ninja who helped the common people from the shadows, much like Hystorica��s version of Robin Hood.

Tyril's day job was to be an inquisitor, whose duty was to persecute witches. He became famous thanks to his skill, though this garnered him more fear than respect from the public thanks to the job's reputation. He couldn’t care less what they thought of him. He believed that inquisitors did well to inspire fear as it's a method to combat the influence of witches. There was no ranking system in the Inquisitorial Order, but he'd unofficially become the boss. Besides him, there were only 7 other inquisitors, and they all respected and admired him, happily serving as his subordinates. He carried on with all the dirty work without complaint (besides badmouthing the cardinals) and often got drunk at the tavern with his two friends after work.

One night, he was recruited by Crius to help third-born prince Lucien Neuschburn locate his childhood friend, a woman named Anastasia Lynzel, who was also Crius’s cadet who mysteriously resigned from the Wings and disappeared a month ago. The three of them cornered Zenn, who apparently knew where Anastasia was hiding, and convinced him to bring them to her.

Anastasia told them a heavy truth – she had the power to turn back time every time she died thanks to a witch’s magic and had been using this to battle the Witch of Ruin, but every attempt ended in tragedy. She isolated herself in her estate, living horribly and suffering abuse from her family all to prevent the Witch of Ruin from finding her and causing more despair. She told Tyril of an alternate future where she became an inquisitor – his subordinate – and they uncovered a terrible revelation together. The current royal family didn't have a drop of the Goddess's blood in them, meaning that the Ishik clan wasn't meant to serve them. That explained why the king ordered the slaughter of his people, because they were a threat that could disprove the authenticity of the bloodline. This news was devastating to Tyril. He'd suspected this cruel truth before but didn't want to believe it. The atrocities that he committed for Conrad were for nothing – his clan and his entire existence was for nothing. His despair over this ran deeper and darker than Anastasia had anticipated. When all was said and done, the Tyril in this alternate future killed himself. Anastasia begged him not to repeat that in the current timeline.

Tyril eventually pulled himself together. He, Crius, Zenn, and Lucien teamed up to plot a way to take down the Witch of Ruin and free Anastasia and themselves from this insane plight. Tyril made full use of his Ishik knowledge and authority and refined Lucien's plan to convince the masses to resist the Witch of Ruin’s influence. One thing led to another and it was revealed that the true descendant of the Goddess Norna was none other than Anastasia herself. With that revelation, she and Lucien confronted and finally defeated the Witch of Ruin. Tyril was beyond relieved that he finally found his true master, and therefore started to find purpose in his life again.

But that's an early work in progress.

powers / abilities:

None

inherent abilities:

-Surprisingly outstanding combat prowess for an inquisitor, enough to rival even the most skilled of knights. Specialty in daggers and kunai

-Proficiency in sneaking, so much that it could be mistaken as magic with how well he can disappear into the shadows

-Resistance/immunity to most poisons

items / weapons:

Ishik Luxflavus - a pot of yellow flowers that are closely associated with his clan and thought to be extinct. They're a hardy species and the flowers shine in the dark. Used as an ingredient in medicine but he also just thinks they’re neat.

Ninja gear - a sneaking suit with daggers and kunai. He made the kunai himself.

Inquisitor’s whip - a normal whip.

starting ability: n/a starting item: Ishik Luxflavus

extra:

-Unfortunately in canon, Tyril and the other guys are love interests for Anastasia, who is (physically) 18 years old while Tyr and Cas are 26 and Zenn appears close to his friends’ age plus ~100 years of being immortal & isekai’d. I'm personally uncomfortable with that age gap and I'm sure other members are as well, so I'll be omitting ANY AND ALL mention of romance between Anastasia and these three ic. They still all share platonic bonds of varying strengths with her, though.

-I’m playing Tyril as a trans man, I know they explain in Dawning Connections why his gender got mistaken when he was little but let me have this ok

-He has tattoos around his neck and right arm as proof that he's part of the Ishik clan, usually he keeps these hidden under his clothes since revealing his status as an Ishik survivor back home would put him in needless danger.

-He’s so deathly afraid of snakes that seeing one sends him into an immediate panic attack regardless of if it's venomous or not. I hc that this trauma response only triggers with snakes he encounters in person, but he's uncomfortable seeing snake pictures too.

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nighttimeebony · 2 years

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Okay, I haven't been in the Hero Aca fandom for very long. I started the anime a year ago and just recently got back into it, but I've noticed a not insignificant number of people complaining about Deku's character, mainly that he's a crybaby and that he's annoying. And since y'all decided to insult my baby like that, I'm gonna sit you down and tell you why he's awesome, and why he's my favorite character.

For one, he's muscular, hella fucking jacked for a teenager, but he didn't start out that way. I think a lot of people forget how scrawny and skinny Deku was at the start of the series, that's because he worked hard as shit to train himself to inherit All Might's quirk. He's determined and put his money where his mouth was. This kid in general is all about self-improvement, and it's genuinely inspiring.

Two, because he's so physically strong and because his quirk relies primarily on brute force, the fact that Deku is so sensitive, emotional, and empathetic is wonderfully refreshing and spits directly in the face of toxic masculinity, and in this house, we stan.

Three, he's a massive fucking dork. He's a nerd and a really geeky fanboy, but he's also remarkably intelligent and creative. He watches, he learns, and he adapts. He's not an effortless paragon once he inherits his quirk, he genuinely works hard to adapt to whatever situation gets thrown at him, even when he falls flat on his ass.

Four, he is not an invincible Mary Sue. He breaks his body a million times and suffers the consequences a hundred times over before he finally learns his lesson and adapts his fighting style to make sure that he doesn't break himself anymore while he's fighting.

Five, he has all these little habits and idiosyncrasies that make him feel more like a grounded, real person than literally any other anime protagonist that I've ever had to sit through. His little muttering habit whenever he's thinking or brainstorming, the way that he often rambles or goes off on tangents, or even just the fact that, despite being incredibly kind and empathetic, he's extremely awkward. Not only is it just really funny and really endearing, it's also relatable.

Six, I love that the animators weren't afraid to give him scars. This was also just a nice, small little detail that makes him feel more like a real person.

Seven:

FUCKING LOOK AT HIM!!!!! HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE HIM!!!!! HE'S A PRECIOUS FUCKING CINNAMON ROLL AND I WOULD LITERALLY MURDER SOMEONE FOR HIM!!!!

#my hero acedamia #boki no hero academia #bnha #izuku mydoria #deku #mha #boku no hero #deku midoriya #mha deku

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Can i get a “smuffy“ oneshot of loki being jealous of y/n’s new celebrity crush? She was so obsessed with her crush she bought several merch and collected every single photo of him. And when she was watching his movie, she was so into him that loki couldn’t handle it anymore and demonstrated who is her “real crush“ is

A/N: Smuffy, still in love with that word! Hope you like it :)

Warnings: Smut, dom!Loki, edging, almost use of safeword The wrong crush ‘Ugh, we really have to watch that movie?’ Loki complained.

‘Pleeease’ you whined.

Loki just grumbled something under his breath, probably insulting your favourite actor. But you didn’t hear it, being too busy to find the DVD and put it in de DVD-player. The intro of the movie started, instead of cuddling with Loki you went to grab a sweater in the bedroom. Loki frowned when you entered the living room and saw you wearing your grey sweater with a sparrow on it. ‘My spirit will live on’ the text said.

‘You know I can keep you warm, right?’ he sneered.

‘I know, the sweater just feels comfortable’ you argued while sitting next to Loki. He had is arms crossed and there was space between the two of you. You didn’t notice, already wrapped up in the movie. The two of you watched the movie in silence for a while.

‘How about…’ Loki started, wanting to suggest to make some popcorn.

‘Shhh.. this is a good part’ you interrupted before he could finish. This was the moment Captain Jack Sparrow escaped while saying ‘You will always remember this day as the day that you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow’. Loki sighed and just rolled his eyes. He got off the couch and started to make the popcorn anyway.

‘Can I use your phone for the timer? I left mine in the bedroom’ he asked.

You handed over your phone ‘Sure’ you said. When he unlocked your phone, he was greeted by a shirtless Captain Jack Sparrow.

‘Seriously’ he asked while showing you your own photo background.

‘What, you don’t like that photo? I have more’ you said.

Grabbing the phone for Loki, you showed him some of the other pictures you had. Even some of Johnny Depp himself. He was hot and he had style, something Loki surely could appreciate you thought. Loki watched the many photos. ‘Which one would you choose?’ you asked.

‘I just have the photo of us in Norway as my background’ he reacted. He grabbed your phone and put the timer on. The two of you went back to watching the movie. When the timer went off Loki served the popcorn with your favourite drink. You kissed his cheek quickly ‘Thanks’ you said.

‘You’re welcome’ he said. Wrapping an arm around your waist he pulled you closer. He started to kiss you neck, your weak spot. Normally you would drop everything and kiss him back, but not now. You really wanted to watch the movie, your favourite movie with your favourite actor, on whom you have been crushing hard...

‘Can it wait?’ you asked while pushing Loki back a bit. Oblivious to the anger on his face, you continued to watch the movie.

Completely ignoring him, Loki had enough. ‘Why do you even like him so much?’ he asked.

‘A dark-haired bad boy, who is also good sometimes, and super hot? What’s not to like?’ you responded. Figuring Loki would have the same feeling with Captain Jack Sparrow, or Johnny Depp.

‘Alright, THAT’S IT’ Loki growled. He switched off the TV and grabbed you around your waist. Lifting you in one smooth motion. You yelped in surprise.

‘Loki what are you doing?’ you yelled at him.

Ignoring you he opened the bedroom door and threw you on the bed. ‘Reminding you that I’m still here’ he growled. A knife appeared in his hand. You swallowed hard, knowing you were in trouble right now. ‘What’s wrong darling? I though you liked a bad boy’ he sneered.

‘Loki, you know I..’ you stared but he cut you off by placing his hand across your mouth. He started to slice your clothes from your body. You wanted to protest when he cut your hoodie, but he didn’t let you. You squirmed, trying to free yourself from his grip. Loki didn’t let you, but was sure not to cut you.

When you were naked beneath him he smiled widely. ‘That’s much better, don’t you think?’ he teased. Loki pulled his hand from your mouth.

‘Loki, you don’t have to be..’ you started

‘Say one other word, and I swear I will tie you up, make you come repeatedly, until the only thing you can remember is my name’ he threatened whispering in your ear. Before you could react he grabbed your hands and intertwined then with his. Pinning your hands down beside your head he kissed you deeply, desperately. When you melted into him, he retracted his hands and started to roam your body. Massaging your breasts and pinching your nipples. He smirked when you arched your back and moaned.

‘Good girl, tell me what are you thinking?’ he whispered in your ear.

‘I’m thinking about how good your cock would feel inside of me’ you whispered, blushing a bit.

‘Hmm, too bad. You really haven’t earned it, darling’ he said while taking one of your breasts in his mouth. Teasing the nipple with his tongue, you went with your hands through his hair. He slightly bared his teeth and bit your nipple, making you lay completely still while he did what he wanted.

Trailing his kisses lower you opened your legs for him. But he didn’t pay attention to the part that you wanted to. He kissed your folds, your thighs and threw you legs around his shoulder. He took his time kissing and marking you, but ignored your throbbing clit.

‘You know how annoying it is. Hearing you talk about him constantly, seeing you wear his symbol, the pictures on your phone’ Loki growled Loki.

‘Loki, it’s just a crush’ you argued, trying not to let your frustration show.

‘The wrong crush’ he snapped back.

Pushing two fingers inside of you without warning you cried out in pleasure. Loki put his mouth on your clit and started to suck and nibble at it. You arched your back and pushed forward for more friction. Right before you could come, he stopped and retracted his fingers. You whimpered and felt your orgasm eb away. Loki started to kiss your stomach and trailed his kisses upwards. When your breathing had returned to its normal rhythm he kissed you.

‘His name?’ Loki asked.

‘Eh.. do you mean Jack Sparrow or Johnny Depp?’ you asked unsure where he was going with this.

Loki growled and pinned your arms above your head. With one hand he started to slowly circle your clit, sometimes entering you and trace his fingers against your g-spot. He stopped when your walls started do clench around his fingers.

‘Name?’ he asked again.

‘Jack – Jack Sparrow?’ you whimpered.

Loki shimmered his clothes away. You didn’t have time to admire his body. In one quick motion he flipped your around and spanked you hard. You cried out in pain, but the sting felt pleasurable. He put his full weight on your back, making you immobile. He smoothed over the place where he spanked you and you hissed in pain. He nibbled on your earlobe and snaked one hand back to your clit. This time he went really slow, making your squirm under him. He chuckled darkly when he felt your little movements, trying to create more friction. Right before you came he stopped again. It was starting to get painful.

‘Name?’ he said.

‘Jack - I.. Loki, please’ you begged.

He bit in your neck, leaving a mark with his teeth. Almost piercing the skin. Tears were forming in your eyes from the pain. You almost yelled your safeword, but he retracted his teeth. You were panting heavily and sweat was beginning to form. Still, Loki was not convinced.

Flipping you back around he tied your hands to the headboard. You struggled for a bit, but against Loki’s strength it was useless. When your hands were tied he tied your legs down too, so you were laying in a x-shape. He grabbed the magic wand from the drawer in the nightstand and you knew what he was doing. He edged you for what felt like an eternity. Right before you came, he asked for the name. You wanted to lie, but there was not lying to Loki. It would only make things worse. He continued this sweet torture until you were almost sobbing, your mind felt fractured and it was hard to think straight.

‘Name?’ he asked when you felt another orgasm eb away. It was becoming hard to answer.

Loki lazily stimulated your clit ‘Answer me’ he growled. ‘NAME’

‘L- Loki’ you whimpered.

He slowly picked up the pace. ‘Name’ he said again.

‘Loki’ you moaned.

He threw the magic wand across the room and slid inside of you the next moment. You came immediately on his cock. He didn’t give you time to recover ands tarted to pound into you. His tongue was playing with your breasts and you were moaning his name like a mantra. When he put his fingers down on your sensitive clit you cried out hard. The pleasure was incredible and your eyes rolled back in your head. You didn’t even feel Loki’s thrusting anymore, or the moment he came.

Your mind was swarming, not able to form a coherent thought. The only thing you remembered was Loki. It took some time, but you got down from your high. You heard Loki softly whispering in your ear how much he loved you. Feeling his arms wrapped around you, you realized you were in one of his sweaters. You felt warm and safe in his arms.

‘Are you okay, darling?’ Loki asked when he noticed you were coming back to earth.

‘Hmm’ you hummed.

‘Words, love’ he reacted.

‘Yes, I’m okay. Just tired’ you answered.

Loki stood up and pulled you in his arms. You clung onto him as close as you could. He walked you back to the living room and sat you down next to him. You nuzzled against him, making a smile appear on his face.

‘I’m thirsty’ you said.

The next moment your Jack Sparrow-mug appeared on the table, filled with juice, and the movie started to play again. You nuzzled closer and kissed his cheek.

‘You know that it’s just a stupid crush and that I love you, right?’ you asked him.

‘I know. It’s just difficult sometimes to have you swooning over him’ Loki said.

‘I swoon way more over you’ you said back while climbing onto his lap.

Loki just kissed your temple and held you close against him. He stroked your legs and arms while the two of you watched the movie. You didn’t know when exactly, but you fell asleep. The next morning you awoke in your bed, smelling eggs and bacon. You grabbed your phone, which was on the charger on your nightstand. You put the screen on to check the time, and were greeted by a shirtless photo of Loki.

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plus-size-reader · 3 years

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Talent

Eddie Brock x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1897 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Eddie being assigned a co host after his first outburst on national television in hopes that it won't happen again, but it doesn’t exactly go as planned

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If there was ever a professional rival to Eddie Brock, it was you.

Personally, he didn’t see it.

You were too buttoned up, like you were reading from a set of cue cards whenever you found yourself in front of a camera, and he would never do that. That sort of reporting was inauthentic and if he ever had to act that way, he’d surely quit.

It just wasn’t who he was.

Really, the comparison between you two was sort of insulting for him.

If nothing else, it was a blow to his ego but none of that mattered after what happened with the Daily Globe.

No one would let him work solo again, which was how you’d ended up here in the first place. Both his colleagues and the general audience seemed to think that the two of you would make a perfect pair.

For some reason, the man in question couldn’t keep his mouth shut and needed a babysitter out in the field so that he didn’t make a fool out of everyone at The Eddie Brock Report.

That was something you couldn’t and wouldn’t allow.

In all honesty, the only thing you and Eddie seemed to have in common was the fact that you didn’t quite care for the other, but you didn’t get much of a choice in the matter. Jack made it perfectly clear that Eddie Brock was your meal ticket, and you couldn’t rightfully toss that away.

You loved your job, and you were good at it, so if you had to take care of the man child that was Eddie Brock for a while, you would do that. All you had to do was keep a tight lip and get this whole thing over with.

Once the interview with the Life Foundation was over, and you got paid, you could request a transfer.

It wasn’t like working with him for a few months was going to kill you. Though, he was definitely going to challenge that notion.

This morning, for example, he was already more than an hour late for your meeting.

“Nice of you to join us, Mr.Brock” you sighed, turning around to find Eddie standing in the doorway, finally. He was meant to be here at eight am sharp, just like the rest of you, but evidently, he was too good for that.

Not that you had been expecting much more than that from him.

After all, if he was all that good at his job and showing up when he was supposed to, you wouldn’t be here in the first place.

Whether Eddie realized it or not, he had developed quite a reputation in all the time he’d been on the air.

At this point, you weren’t even sure if anything he did was going to surprise you. You knew exactly what you were dealing with when you signed up for this.

What he was doing was incredibly unprofessional.

Not only did it make your life more difficult for the time being, but more than anything, he was just getting on your last nerve.

It was like he didn’t even realize that his job depended on how well this interview went. The Life Foundation was a monster of a company, and Carlton Drake had incredible influence over what happened in this city.

If this interview went poorly, it would reflect negatively on both of your careers.

You couldn’t let him ruin this for you.

Still, even from where he was standing in the doorway, terribly late and under-prepared, Eddie couldn’t have cared less about the obvious weight of this assignment.

“How are you already mad at me, I just got here?” he hummed, not even bothering to look at you as he sat down on the other side of the table, a teasing smile on his face.

You two had only ever been around each other a few times, and never under such terms.

You just didn’t know what to expect.

In your entire career, you had worked with plenty of other people but you had never encountered anyone like Eddie Brock. He was as stubborn as an ass and arrogant even when there was no reason to be.

It just didn’t seem like this was going to work.

If anything, you and Eddie brought the worst out in each other, and because of that, you were sure that this whole thing wasn't going to work.

Having the two of you work together didn’t make any sense, and you couldn’t imagine anyone would think it would work out.

All in all, working with Eddie was a terrible idea.

“You were supposed to be here two hours ago” you reminded, doing your best to keep a level head. It was becoming clear that if anything was going to get done here, you were going to have to be the one to take control of this.

One of you had to be an adult about this.

If you knew anything about Eddie, he was likely just doing this whole thing to get under your skin, but this wasn’t about that. He had a job to do, and you weren’t going to let him get out of it.

After all, he was the reason you were in this position in the first past, and he wasn’t going to bring you down because of his big mouth.

You had a lot riding on this too.

“Honey, I’m the talent. Last time I checked” he laughed, looking between the rest of the people in the room as if to verify, not that anyone wanted to get into it between the two of you.

Most of them had worked with you before, and had a lot of respect for you, but that didn’t mean they wanted to go against Eddie either.

He had a reputation as a bit of a drama queen and wouldn’t hesitate to throw a bit of a tantrum regarding whatever happened here.

“Oh, you’re right, I’m so sorry. How could I be so dense? I actually expected the talent to show up” you grumbled back, folding your arms across your chest. You were frustrated, of course, but there was no way he was being serious.

First of all, Eddie wasn’t the talent.

Neither of you were the talent, that was the whole point. He did his job like he was playing a game, or just messing around, like the job itself didn’t matter. In fact, you didn't even think he understood how serious this was.

Clearly, this was all a joke for him.

“Woah, we’re a little snippy today, aren’t we?” he jabbed, still keeping that casual air about him as he antagonized you. There was this snide attitude about him, something that showed you just how much he was enjoying this.

He thought it was funny.

“I’m not, actually. I just give a damn about my job, something that I’m sure you couldn’t understand” you huffed, deciding that you needed to just take care of this yourself.

Obviously, you were going to have to figure this out if you wanted to get out of this without completely throwing away your entire career.

Having this conversation with him wasn’t worth anything, and it certainly wouldn’t make the Life foundation interview go any more smoothly.

Without missing a beat, you started gathering your things and stuffing them into your bag.

You had been sitting here for far longer than anyone ever would have for an appointment and seeing how Brock was acting now, you realized just how much of a waste that was.

This really was a mistake.

However, once Eddie realized that you were planning on leaving, the arrogance that you had seen before started to fade away. Whether he liked it or not, he knew that he needed you and if you didn’t help him on this, he wouldn’t have a job.

The only way he got to do the Life foundation interview was if he did it with you by his side, and he needed it.

After everything he’d messed up as of late, he needed someone to take a chance on him so that he could prove himself to everyone who didn’t think he could do it.

“Hey, hold on!” he called, a light jog closing the space between the two of you, where you were now walking away from the meeting room. You had no desire to talk to him, of course, not after how he was acting, but you did stop.

You didn’t move to look at him or ask what it was that he wanted, but you stopped moving so that he could get out whatever it was he was so determined to say.

“I’m sorry if I struck a nerve, I just don’t know how this whole thing is supposed to work out. You know as well as I do that the Life Foundation is a fraud” he sighed, his words little more than a whisper through his teeth.

The truth was right there.

You were a journalist and while he may not have had a ton of respect for you in general, he knew that you could see it. Anyone who had been doing this as long as you had couldn’t possibly be blind to what was going on.

Drake was killing people, and the fact that you were still willing to go through with this interview as if he wasn’t just proved everything that Eddie believed about you to be true.

You were just another spineless icon without any morals or ideas of your own.

It wasn’t real journalism if you hide the truth.

“Even if that was true, you don’t have any proof. How are we supposed to prove it?” you asked, unsure what he was getting at. You wouldn’t be surprised if there was something wrong with Carlton Drake and the mammoth foundation he’d created.

What he was suggesting was much more than just the usual drama that came along with hiring Eddie Brock but when you looked him in the eye, you noticed that the usual mischief in his eyes was nowhere to be seen.

He was serious.

Wherever this was coming from, Eddie seemed to believe what he was saying.

“I don’t know, but I know that something is wrong and I think we need to figure out what it is” he tried, finally going for broke as he stood in front of you, acting like a crazy person.

By all accounts, you should have turned around and walked away. He was paranoid and completely determined that he was right, in a way that only someone who’d lost their mind would be. However, you couldn't help but believe him

As much as you disliked Eddie on principle, you had a lot of practice figuring out if someone was lying and you knew that whether he was right or not, he believed what he was saying and was telling the truth.

Now, all that was left to do was figure out if there was any truth to his wild claims.

“Give me a few days to ask around. We’ll meet up at the start of next week to talk, but don’t make me wait again” you decided, confident that if he was serious about this, he would show up at the right time.

After all, if he was right, you’d be risking your own career on this.

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five-rivers · 3 years

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Solutions to Nonlinear Equations

For @currentlylurking for the Phic Phight. :)

“Ancients, Vlad. I’m not rejecting you because I’m a rebellious teenager and you’re an adult, I’m rejecting you because you’re incredibly creepy.”

Vlad sniffed in what he hoped was an aristocratic manner and raised an eyebrow, minutely adjusting his grip on Daniel to keep him pinned to the floor.

“We’re human-ghost hybrids, Daniel. I’d hoped that you’d have realized by now that we are meant to be ‘creepy.’”

Daniel squirmed and began to mutter into the carpet. “Clockwork never acts like this, I’m fine with him—”

Vlad pulled back as if burned. He hadn’t heard that name in—in—

In a long time.

Years.

The thought was almost expelled from his head when Daniel managed to elbow him in the jaw hard enough to make him see stars. Before he knew it, Daniel had slipped from his grasp and zoomed away.

Whatever aspersions Vlad cast on Daniel’s mastery of his ghostly abilities, the boy was fast. When he put his mind to escaping instead of picking a fight, he managed it more often than not, to Vlad’s great frustration. Hence Vlad’s usual strategy of needling the younger half-ghost until fighting was the only thing on Daniel’s mind.

He set down on a nearby roof. There went his plans for the day. Which, admittedly, had consisted of distracting Daniel while his ghostly minions set up a nasty surprise for him at the school, hence making him fail his test, which would, in turn, convince Maddie and Jack to let Vlad set Daniel up with a tutor, something he had suggested to them earlier, and—

Well. Daniel would find them, now, no doubt.

Ah, well.

He had more important things on his mind, now. Such as, how in two worlds did Daniel know Clockwork? Because Daniel never just said things like that. He barely knew anything about ghost culture. He wouldn’t know to bring up obscure, secretive, ghost historical figures. He wouldn’t know what that particular name would mean to Vlad.

Tongues of fire flared out of his fingers, bringing a measure of stability to the gyrations of his core and his emotions.

Daniel knew Clockwork. And, it seemed, met him with some regularity. Enough for him to compare his actions to Vlad’s.

Would that ghost never be satisfied with ruining Vlad’s life? Was he not satisfied with—

He cut off the thought, shaking his head. Never mind that.

What Vlad needed to do was find Clockwork. Which meant inducing Danny to go to him at a time when Vlad when Vlad could follow. Which meant determining when he had visited Clockwork in the past. An undertaking to be sure.

He closed his eyes and teleported to his lab beneath his mansion.

“Maddie!” he called out, even before his body had fully reformed.

The hologram flickered to life with a faint crackled from the projector. “What is it, sugarpie?” it asked with a smile.

“Review the audio recordings from Fentonworks,” ordered Vlad. “Search for the term ‘Clockwork.’ Report findings to me.”

“Sure thing, honey!”

Vlad had to review the cheerfulness settings on the Maddie program. Maddie was upbeat, but not that upbeat. This was almost sickly sweet.

He threw himself into a nearby chair.

Clockwork. He thought he’d never hear that name again. Not after he’d been literally and figuratively ghosted by him.

He telekinetically pulled a book off his shelf. He ran his fingers over the leather tooling on the cover. The book had been given to him by Clockwork, years ago, when he was still in that hospital.

Clockwork had been the one to first show him the Ghost Zone, and all the wonders in it. Clockwork had been his friend, his only friend, through that long, agonizing hospital stay. He had been supportive, wonderful, kind. He visited often, though not on a regular schedule. He’d helped Vlad ride out the waves of misery and anger that so often threatened to overwhelm him.

Then, without warning, nothing.

No goodbye. The last time he left, he had even said something along the lines of ‘see you soon,’ although the memory was frayed from age and Vlad could no longer recall the exact words. For a long time, Vlad had worried something disastrous had happened to Clockwork. But then he had finally managed to build his own portal, reach the Ghost Zone under his own power, and, according to every search he did, every line of inquiry that bore fruit, Clockwork was just fine.

Vlad had been furious. He had been betrayed. He had spent the better half of a decade trying to plot revenge against Clockwork, before realizing that was akin to plotting revenge against a god and turning his sights to a more manageable target.

Now…

Now, Vlad just wanted answers. Both as to the reason behind his abandonment and as to why Clockwork was apparently repeating history with Daniel.

“Sweetie pie,” said the hologram, with a chime, “audio processing complete. There are over ninety-nine instances where the word ‘clockwork’ is mentioned. Would you like to play the selected files?”

“Yes,” said Vlad. “Include the video portions where available, and the thirty seconds immediately prior to and following the mention.”

He turned his attention to the nearest screen. He had a lot of videos to watch.

There was an envelope pinned to it. It was sealed with wax, impressed with the image of a pocket watch and the initials CW. Vlad attempted, and failed, to suppress the growl that grew in the back of his throat. Was this a joke to Clockwork?

He tore the envelope from the screen, ripped it open with equal viciousness, and began to read.

Three cups sat on the tea service tray next to the teapot.

“Are you expecting someone else,” asked Danny, “or am I going to break one of these?”

Clockwork chuckled as he began to pour the tea. “The former,” he said. “Although you may always surprise me with the latter.”

He handed Danny his cup. Danny inhaled deeply. It smelled sweet. “What is it?” he asked.

“A chamomile blend,” said Clockwork. “For calm.”

“I think Sam drinks chamomile before she goes to bed,” observed Danny, offhandedly. “Who’s coming?”

“You’ll see soon enough.”

Danny made a face. “Do you have to be mysterious all—”

The front door of Clockwork’s lair slammed open, and Danny jolted forward in alarm – the only people who regularly did that were the Observants, who didn’t much care for Danny – but Clockwork put a steadying hand on his shoulder and rewound his tea into his cup.

“Clockwork!” came the expected yell. The yeller, however…

“Is that Vlad?” asked Danny, not quite scandalized, but more than a little surprised.

“Why, yes,” said Clockwork.

“Did you – Clockwork, did you invite him here?”

“Other than the Observants,” said Clockwork, “no one can enter unless I will it.” He took a sip of his tea.

“But,” started Danny.

Clockwork raised a hand. “Don’t worry, he’ll find us soon enough.” He repurposed the hand to pat Danny’s knee. “And even should he prove to be in a combative mood, I will not allow you to come to harm. You are safe here, Daniel.”

“Thanks,” mumbled Danny, looking away, towards the door in the sitting room through which Vlad would presumably enter.

Sure enough, a few seconds later Vlad half-flew half-skidded into Clockwork’s sitting room. He leveled an accusatory finger at Clockwork. “You!” he proclaimed, with a great deal of venom.

“Hello, Vladimir, I’ve poured you some tea. Why don’t you sit down? I understand it has been some time.”

“You under-? No! I will not sit down! I will not drink your tea. Not after you abandoned me for over a decade, just like that bumbling oaf—”

“Hey!” interjected Danny, not only because Vlad had once again insulted his father, but because he could tell that Clockwork, regardless of his stoic façade, was actually quite upset.

“Don’t interrupt me, Daniel,” snapped Vlad. “You don’t know what this, this ghost is. What he does. You don’t know that he gets close to you, makes you think you’re friends, and then drops you without a moment’s notice. Did you think it was funny to string along a man in dire straits? Did you?”

“I did not abandon you, Vladimir, I—”

Vlad scoffed and went on a tirade that Danny honestly found hard to parse. But it sounded like Vlad and Clockwork had known each other in the past and then fallen out of contact in a way that aggravated Vlad’s abandonment issues. Which didn’t seem like Clockwork at all, but Vlad sounded extremely certain and insistent, and Clockwork’s upset was actually finding its way into his voice, now. Danny didn’t—

With all the force and abruptness of epiphany, Danny realized what was going on here.

“Wait, wait, wait,” said Danny, putting down his cup. “Vlad, breathe or whatever. Clockwork, you did tell Vlad that you experience time nonlinearly, right?”

“Of course,” said Clockwork, clearly offended.

“But Vlad, ah, had you gone through natural portals often when you met Clockwork? Or, like, did you ever see him without him initiating contact?”

“I didn’t have my portal built yet, Daniel, so, no.”

Danny turned to Clockwork. “Why did you-? No that doesn’t matter. Haaauuuhh, Clockwork, do you have-?”

Clockwork waved a hand and a whiteboard appeared.

“Thanks,” said Danny, picking a marker up from the little shelf on the bottom. He uncapped it, then recapped it. “Actually, before that. Vlad—” he pointed at Vlad, who looked about one second from exploding “—you have some idea of how old Clockwork is, right? Or at least how old ghosts can get?”

“Yes, Daniel,” said Vlad, managing to overlay his supercilious ‘I know better than you’ attitude over his still obvious anger.

“Okay, great. So, just to establish, Clockwork has been around at least since, uh, beginning of time?”

“Give or take,” agreed Clockwork. “Although I have not experienced it all directly.”

“Right,” said Danny. “Just, already, his perception of time is different from our because of age differences.”

Vlad looked slightly less angry, and slightly closer to curious.

“But, then, there’s the larger issue,” continued Danny. This time his uncapping of the marker was decisive. He drew a flat, straight, horizontal line across the whiteboard. “This is our timeline. We deal with time linearly. We’ve also got, I don’t know, parallel timelines, like this.” He drew several more lines. “You following so far?”

“Yes, Daniel, I’ve read my share of science fiction.”

He was probably rolling his eyes. Curse his solid-colored red eyes. It made interpreting his looks and figuring out where he was looking during a fight much more difficult.

“Anyway, Clockwork isn’t on any of these lines. Because he experiences time nonlinearly.” He drew a squiggly up and down line on the board that resembled the world’s saddest sine wave. Or cosine wave. There wasn’t a y-axis on the not-quite-graph, so it wasn’t like anyone could tell the difference. They were effectively the same.

And Vlad still made fun of him for failing math. Danny knew plenty about math. He just didn’t have time to do the work. Mostly because of Vlad.

“Now, that, that is Clockwork’s timeline. It isn’t always in contact with ours. It’s, like, solutions to a system of equations. Nonlinear equations,” he specified, in case it had been too long since Vlad had encountered basic high-school-level algebra.

“It is somewhat more complicated than that, Daniel,” said Clockwork, exasperated. “It’s more of—"

“Yeah, but this gets the idea across more than the whole parade metaphor, doesn’t it?”

“I would say not. This doesn’t even begin to touch on my abilities.”

“That’s because we’re just talking about your perception of time,” said Danny. He considered for a moment. “And also your ability to interact with our timeline.”

“Which includes my ability to perceive multiple timelines.”

“But that’s complicated, and I still don’t get it,” complained Danny.

“It is less complicated than what you are currently trying to explain.”

“To you maybe, but the whole point of this is that you aren’t seeing things the same way we are. You disappeared on Vlad, what, a decade ago?” He looked to Vlad for confirmation.

“A decade is hardly any time at all,” said Clockwork with exasperation. He sipped at his tea.

“It was fifteen years.”

Clockwork made a somewhat dismissive motion with a gloved hand. “It’s a tiny fraction of your life as a whole.”

“It’s… closer to a third of his current lifetime,” said Danny with a wince. “Or a fourth? I don’t know how old you are, dude.”

“I went to college with your parents.”

“I know, and you were already graying then. Your age is weirdly hard to place.”

Vlad gave Danny a look, but his body language was no longer screaming ‘I’m going to beat the snot after you.’ Danny counted that as a win under the current circumstances. He disliked Vlad, but in a fight with Clockwork… Well, Clockwork could demolish just about anyone.

Not that Clockwork would. Just that he could.

“Daniel—”

“Please, Vladimir. Just sit down. Try the tea. I made it for you. I knew you would be upset, although I could not see exactly why.” Clockwork was almost pouting, now. “Fifteen years is such a short time.”

“Clockwork, I’m fifteen.”

“I know,” said Clockwork, patting Danny on the knee. “Your timeline is so small. And cute.”

Vlad was now distinctly on his back foot, offput and disarmed. “His timeline is cute?”

“It is. Don’t worry, yours is almost as cute.”

Vlad opened and closed his mouth like a dying fish. Danny pushed the whiteboard away.

“Don’t worry about it too much,” he said. “Like I said, different perception of time.”

“I really didn’t mean to make you feel abandoned, Vladimir. I simply wanted to give you some time to, ah, how should I put this? Have space? Find yourself?”

Vlad sat heavily on the couch.

“You get used to it,” said Danny. “But, Clockwork, do you think you can talk him into having fewer evil plans? Because, really. There are way too many. Like, one a week. They’re destroying my grades. Have you ever seen anyone else who had weekly evil plans?”

“Evil plans, Vladimir? Really?”

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sasa-gay-yo · 3 years

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Phone Call - Levi Ackerman - 200 Follower Special

Levi Ackerman - ModernAU - Light Smut - “Are you horny right now?”- “This was supposed to be a one-time thing.” - “We’re just friends? I fucked you though.” - MINORS DNI

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In front of everyone. Literally, as you were trying to babysit the college kids from breaking into your liquor cabinet, yelling at your brother who started this whole drunken mess, he grabbed your ass. It wasn’t like he was trying to hide it either, and it made you jump two feet in the air. At first, you thought it was one of Jean’s friends, maybe Eren who you knew had a crush on you, but the raven-haired man never failed to surprise you. I mean, who would have thought you and Levi Ackerman would have sex sober? You two always claimed to be annoyed by the other. Then, last week happened...

Levi was the uptight upperclassman, in your grade, who somehow got involved with the “brats” and could never get away from them. Part of the reason was because Hange, your best friend, and Armin, Jean’s friend, were co-presidents of the Biochemistry Club, and the other part, unknown to you, was that he thought Jean’s sister was incredibly hot. And incredibly beautiful. And Levi wanted you to date him. So much so, he even told Erwin about it. Levi was serious about pursuing something if Erwin knew about it. However, you didn’t know and the fact that he didn’t try to contact you for another round after what you thought was quite a good session, made you think he was over it.

Now, a week later, he’d shown up at your apartment on the tails of Hange and Armin. Jean had asked to host this party at your place, knowing how small his four-bedroom was, and you had no ability to say no to your little brother. Now, again, we come back to the present. Levi groping your bent over ass, something pressing into your thigh, while you were trying to shut your expensive liquor collection from the already drunk crew.

“What are you doing?” You stood up, facing him, and he had that blank look on his face. The first and only time he’d given you emotion was when he was inside of you. In class. Blank. Study session at Erwin and his place. Blank.

“I’m bored of these kids trying to mix the strongest drinks they possibly can using nothing but Coke and everclear. Want to do something?” Your eyes widened at bit, putting your hands on your hips to show some opposition. You weren’t going to let Levi Ackerman think you were that easy.

“Hm, I remember you saying in the morning that this was supposed to be a one-time thing. What changed your mind?” You want to walk away from him, rolling your eyes at how his faced morphed into one of annoyance. The hand he grabbed, he pulled straight down, right to his hard-on threatening the integrity of the jeans he wore.

“Could stop thinking of when I bent you over that cabinet. Thought I’d try to do it again.” You looked down the hallway at the kids who’d gathered to play a round of drunk truth or dare. There was no way you were letting him fuck you in a house full of Jean’s friends. One, you’d be mortified, and two, Jean’s friends would never let you live it down. You had a thesis to prepare and couldn’t deal with that constant headache.

“Maybe next time,” you said, swatting at his lower half to push him back. You tossed him a quick wink over your shoulder before joining the drunk truth or dare, only watching and laughing at the stupid things they made each other do. At one point, Hange had to put her clothes on upside down and Historia had to drunk call her ex-Reiner. Then, Jean noticed you were being excluded from his punishments and couldn’t have that.

“Hey! Truth or dare!” He yelled at you, and now everyone had turned, egging you on to answer. You guessed just one little round wouldn’t hurt.

“Dare.” There were ooh’s and Jean hadn’t expected you to say that, so he looked around the room trying to muster up a good enough dare. He wasn’t going to give his sister a sexual one like the others before it, but Connie had bigger ideas.

“I dare you to call the last person you had sex with and give them a rating! Like an Uber ride!”

“Connie, what the hell man?!” Jean yelled, not wanting to hear that, but the other certainly did. They’d heard things you and Jean have told them, and for the girls in the group, you were the resident sex advice expert, coming to you for any advise or sex item buying. You had no shame in helping them. Therefore, with your wealth of knowledge, they knew you’d have someone to call. However, you weren’t about to do that, when sitting right across from you was the receiver. He was staring right at you too, seeing if you had enough confidence to do it.

“Do I have to do it in front of you all?”

“No, I don’t wanna he-“

“Yes, you do,” Eren cut in, glaring at Jean. You sighed. It wasn’t the fact that you had to do this, in all honesty, it was a boring dare, but it was because Levi was in the room. If his phone rang in his pocket, you would die right there and then. Just a few days ago, you were ranting up and down to them, having your weekly lunch at the undergraduate cafeteria after your TA-ing, about how much you hated Levi. This was also during the time he ghosted you after giving you the best sex ever. You were a bit salty.

“Ugh, it’s not like I can give a good rating to this person.” You saw Levi’s eyes flicker with amusement, and he got up right away to walk down the hallway into the kitchen. That line was to hide your embarrassment, but he seemed to have a different idea.

“I’m not listening to her ass rant about sex again. All goddamn day I hear this shit,” grumbling in character, and you saw him take his phone out of his pocket before turning the corner. Now that you insulted him, he wanted you to call. He wanted to see if you had the guts to say that while he was whispering in your ear. He had big plans.

“Literally, this is boring. Can we just move on?” No one listened to Jean, even if you wanted them too, and Hange was the one who pulled your phone out of your purse and threw it at you… probably because she was the only one who knew. She wanted to see how this all would play out.

“Fine. Fine. It won’t be a long call though.” You scrolled through your contacts, thumb hovering over his name for a few seconds before pressing the call button. Levi was smart, and let it ring until it almost went to voice mail.

“Hello?” You shifted in your seat, hearing his voice on the other line. It was laced with the same poison he used to whisper sweet nothings in your ear last week, making you come so much, you’d lost count. It was all because of a dare too. Last week, you’d personally dared him. He couldn’t make a woman come, not with that attitude. Boy, did he show you the talent he possessed. Thinking about it made you shift in your seat.

“Hey, you got a minute. Just wanted to run somethings down with you.” He hummed, and the pairs of eyes staring at you got more and more intense. It was a good thing they couldn’t hear him, and that he was whispering in the other room.

“So, you remember last week right? After the bar?” He chuckled, and of course, it had to send shivers down your spine. No matter how awkward this was, no matter if your brother and his friends were staring and whispering, you were literally getting dirty talked to over the phone by Levi. This was, perhaps, a dream, but you had to play it cool.

“How could I forget the way you clenched around me? I made you cum twice with my dick, no? Three with just my tongue.” You gripped the phone, feeling your stomach heat up. You felt something else too, but you had to ignore it. You had too. There would be hell to pay if you showed signs of getting aroused in front of everyone, especially Hange who had a shit-eating grin on her face.

“Yeah, I know this is weird… but, uh, it’s a dare. Just play along, yeah? It’ll be over soon.” You heard him shift and started to get curious as to what position he was in, only a wall in between the both of you.

“Are you horny right now? In front of Jean and his friends? How dirty of you. Imagine if they knew you were getting off to just my voice, baby girl. Do you think they’d believe it? That I was the one who had you bent over on that very couch, spread for me?” You swallowed hard, and that’s when the smart ones in the group knew something was up. You could tell by Armin, Mikasa, and Annie’s faces that they knew. They knew whatever this stranger was saying was affecting you in all the right ways.

But, you continued like he was saying nothing.

“Well, yeah, so I’m rating it. Our experience. I’d say out of five stars, give it a two-point-five, maybe three?” He scoffed into the phone and had to hold himself back from laughing out loud and blowing his cover. He knew better than anyone that that was a lie. Levi’s dick had you crying out in pleasure. Hell, he still had the scratches on his back from you and the imagine of you squirming underneath him permanently engraved in his mind. An image of innate, lustful beauty. If anything, he should receive five-out-of-five-stars.

“You want to lie to me right now? Two-point-five? I should make you choke on my dick for saying that. Come to the kitchen and find out what a two-point-five is. I’ll just leave you on the floor after, my cum on your face, begging for me to fuck you.” The groan came out. You couldn’t hide it. It was the way he was being so vivid. It was the way you were glad you were sitting with your legs underneath you, trying to find some relief from his voice. God, he already had you dripping. You shouldn’t have fucking denied him by the liquor cabinet.

Still, you had to hide that groan.

“No, just stop there. Look. We agreed, just friends yeah. I’d like to keep it that way. If we do things twice, it’ll lead to something else. I mean, if you want I can-“ He cut you off, and you heard him groan to. You heard the shallow breaths he was taking. Was he… was he jacking off in your kitchen?

“We’re just friends? I fucked you though. Besides, I don’t give head to my friends, hm? Are you sure we’re just friends, baby? What did you call me the other night or did you forget because I fucked you dumb?” He moaned in your ear after saying it, adding to the pressure of the situation. You were getting so hot and bothered. The moan was just loud enough for it to have lasting effects in your stomach. He was fucking edging you over the phone, your body radiating with heat. Fuck. At this point, you didn’t care if the others heard, you needed relief. You were quick to give him some subliminal messages, steering him in your direction. You know you’d get shit for it later, but you didn’t care. You needed him to touch you and fast.

“No, no. I never said that. Just stick to what we’re doing, yeah?” You didn’t give him a chance to answer, “Mhm, alright. If you wanna meet up with some friends Monday, sure! Like I said, we’re still friends. Yeah, totally. Your house?” You asked that last question, hoping to God that he would get the hint. You needed him now and he was just a five-minute drive. Damn, maybe you’d just fuck him in the car.

“My house? What if I just fuck you right here in front of all of them? I know Eren would like it. You want Eren to watch me fuck you? Claim you as mine? We all know you caught him jerking off to you. I don’t like to share. Even images in other peoples’ minds. They don’t get to dream of your pussy like I do.” You took one last shaky breath, seeing now everyone’s faces. They were either confused or getting bored of the conversation. Those confused were starting to pick up on your physical signals. Those bored were Eren and Connie, who were hoping you’d at least give them some explicit details to jack-off to later. Shoot, it was hard to not want to have sex with Jean’s hot older sister. Everyone in the group had a desire to do it at some point, but Levi had secretly gotten to you first.

“Yeah, you can, but I’d prefer my suggestion. Just works better in my timetable.” He chucked, and you heard him set the phone down, a belt buckle clinking in the background.

“How about once in the car and a few times at my place? Let’s try to break last week’s record, yeah? You came five times on Friday. Let’s make it six or seven. I want to see those tears on your cheeks. Meet me at my car?” You smiled and almost shouted out with joy, partly because you’d finally be able to get rid of the ache between your thighs, and two because you needed to keep up the act.

“Sure! I’ll see you then.” Finally, fucking finally, you got to hang up. It was a sigh of relief that followed, and then you turned to everyone.

“Talking to that guy is so boring. One of the wo-“ Your phone rang again, and you answered it without thinking.

“Hell-“

“I forgot to tell you, I don’t have condoms at mine, so were going to have to stop on the way back and buy some.” Levi smirked down at you, phone to his ear. He’d walked back into the living room, and you saw his shirt was untucked. You also saw everyone’s reaction and Hange bursting out in laughter. It only took a few seconds for everyone to realize what was happening, and in the process, Levi hung up, the stupid smirk plastered all over his face. He didn’t care what the brats thought or knew about his sex life, all that matter was the payback and feeling of self-fulfillment with the look he put on your face... and maybe making Eren Jaeger want to be him. Sure, he’d get some shit later form Jean, but nothing he couldn’t handle. The sex was going to be worth it anyways.

“You two had sex! Oh. My. God!”

“No way! You were just complaining about him last week!”

“If he was the last person you had sex with, didn’t you say that that was the best di-“ You shot up, cutting off Historia from indulging the others in front of you. They could talk about it however much they wanted when you left, and you knew you’d grow to regret telling her and Mikasa in detail about Levi and your experience. You left out his name, but at that point you wanted to brag about the best dick you ever received to them. You know, girl talk. Now it was fucking awful they knew.

“Goodbye!” You yelled out, grabbing Levi’s wrist and not caring that you just walked out in house slippers. You were leaving that place as fast as you could. It wasn’t until inside the elevator that you let go of him and could finally breath again. Then you turned to him.

“What the he-!“ He pushed you against the wall, a hand on the small of your back and the other above your head. His lips cut you off, using your open mouth to dive right in. He stole a small grope too, the same place on your ass that he squeezed earlier. Before the elevator hit the parking garage, he finally let you breathe, your lips already red from his attack. He didn’t stop though, continuing to kiss down your jaw, lifting your leg up off the ground just to grind into you slowly. Teasing.

“Best dick you ever had huh? Is that what Historia was about to say?” You groaned and he just laughed, noticing how red you lit up. You were also trying to move your body to feel his bulge over your own arousal. He was playing with you too much for you liking.

“The best dick I ever had ignored me for a week, too. Almost moved on.” The door dinged, and he pushed off you, leading you with his hand to his car.

“You want me to have sex with you so all of Erwin’s political science nerds can hear? I know Jean’s at your house 24/7 too.” That’s when you remembered that Erwin went home on the weekends to have family dinner with his mother. It was currently Saturday night.

“You just threatened to fuck me in front of all of them, I think you wouldn’t mind Erwin’s political science nerds.” Again, he pushed you up against his car, the chill of the red metal and his closeness, his heat, causing goosebumps to raise on your skin. He just moved his neck sideways, his mouth right on your ear to give you the same effect the phone call did. He brought his hand up too, gently squeezing the sides of your neck. It made you literally moan out loud, echoing through the underground parking garage. He smirked at how he was affecting you.

“You’re mine now. No one gets to see you stripped but me. Is that clear?” You whimpered as his hands began to wander, the heat pooling between your thighs. It took all of you to not jump him right there and then, but at least he had similar ideas.

“Yes, sir.” He chucked, pressing one kiss to the side of your neck. His seal of approval. Permission to finally do what you want.

“Good. Now take those panties off and get in the back of the car, beautiful. I can’t wait any longer.”

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This request was supposed to have some fluff in it too, but I, uh, well this took me places.

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thespiritoflife · 3 years

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HI I WATCHED AGENT CARTER LAST WEEK AND I WAS WONDERING IF I COULD HAVE A JACK THOMPSON X READER FIC LIKE JUST ANGST AND FLUFF

Hello! Thanks for your lovely request, my dearest friend, I like it!

So here it is. I hope you will like this!

Pairing: Jack Thompsom x reader

Warnings: grammatical errors, swearing, sexual harassment, long text, passionate kiss and some stuff like this (but no smut!!)

If I made some terrible mistakes, please let me know!

A handsome idiot

Being a woman in 40s was hard.

Terribly hard.

Sometimes I asked myself, will that change? Will there ever be a time when women finally equal men?

I doubted it sometimes. For example, now.

I was sitting on that chair, staring at the man in front of me.

If he didn't behave like an asshole, I'd think he was handsome.

Because he was incredibly handsome. He attracted me.

But he was an asshole. An asshole who liked to look at my legs as I noticed. Why did I just put on a skirt?

"So, Miss Y / N, tell me again why I should accept you into that profession." he challenged me. He was leaning against the table reading my resume.

I've told him that 100 times, but I'll have to do it again.

"Because I have a good experience, sir, I'm reliable, and ..."

I had to spit out the word sir.

He interrupted me. "I've heard that before, but a young man was here a while ago. He didn't have as much experience as you, but he was just a man, not a woman. So, tell me, darling, why should I accept you instead?"

Don't explode. I thought. I need this job. I need money.

"Jack, that's your name, isn't it?" I said and continued. "First of all, I would appreciate it if you won't call me darling, thank you. And secondly, you should accept me because that young man doesn't have enough experience. And third, I would appreciate it if you won't look at my legs. Thank you again."

Oops. So I failed in this. I exploded.

Jack immediately stopped looking at my legs and shifted his gaze to my eyes.

He got up and began to walk to the door.

"Okay. Be here on Monday at six. Don't be late, I don't like people like that. Goodbye."

With that, he slammed the door.

I stood there in shock, on the doorstep.

What?

Did he finally accept me?

And he didn't even apologize for his behavior?!

"Asshole," I said quietly.

God, I don't know men. Why do I just have to be honored with such an asshole?

But I'll be here on Monday. I need the money, whether the boss is a sexist idiot or not.

I was here on Monday. I arrived just in time.

At first, I was with Peggy, the only female colleague, we became friends.

Then I saw him. He went to see Peggy, asked her for coffee. And then he shifted his gaze to me. More precisely on my skirt.

"You shouldn't have put on that skirt, it will distract me." he said.

"Then don't look at me, because I'll wear that skirt quite often," I snapped.

He stared at me in silence, and I was startled. Will he fire me? I should have been quiet.

Suddenly there was a low giggle. I turned around. Peggy giggled.

Jack rolled his eyes and wanted to walk away, but stopped.

"By the way, have a nice day at work. Welcome here," he said.

What?

Peggy hugged me around the shoulder. "You told him well, Y / N. And don't frown so much, don't worry about him, he's not as bad as he seems, you'll get used to him."

"I have something to look forward to." I sighed.

I finally got used to it. I liked working in SSR, and most importantly, my salary was enough to make a living. Mr. Thompson learned to control his mouth and no longer look at my legs. Only occasionally did I catch him looking at me.

He kept attracting me. That useless asshole attracted me.

Something strange happened once.

It was a good day, it was Friday and I was looking forward to going home. This week was probably the best I've experienced compared to other weeks.

Jack didn't bother me verbally at all, no, he avoided me. All right then. Better than verbal insults.

When I went to my car, I wanted to remove the key from my purse, but I found that I had forgotten my purse in the office.

"Damn." I cursed and went back to the building.

I found my purse on my desk. I took it in my hand and wanted to walk away when I heard voices from Jack's lighted office.

I didn't want to listen to them, but I caught my name.

"You should say this to Y / N." it was Daniel Sousa. Iiked him. It was a good man.

Sigh. "She'd rather shoot herself than going on a date with me."

What?!

"And you're wondering about her? You treated her like an asshole, Jack. But I can't say she didn't like you. Peggy confided to me that Y / N confided in her that you were an idiot, but a handsome idiot."

Thank you, Peggy.

"That ... really? But ... you're right, Sousa, I acted like an idiot. Didn't you hear our arguments?"

Oh, yes, our arguments. In the first weeks, when he hadn't avoided me yet, we kept arguing. Even because of the total bullshit.

"Well ... I think you were arguing because there was a sexual tension between you that you needed to get rid of with arguments."

What?! What the fuck? What sexual tension?!

Jack thought the same. "What, sexual tension? What are you talking about?"

"Don't look so innocent, Jack. Y / N attracts you. Do you want advice from me? Invite her on a date and you'll see. And don't act like an asshole, on the contrary, respect her."

"... I'll see what can be done about it, Sousa. But thank you ... you're a real friend."

Daniel said something else, but I'd rather get out.

It's been my mind all weekend. What? Sexual tension? What?

But if I attracted him, why did he act like a crowned idiot?

I finally confided in this Peggy. She just told me this: "I think because he liked you and didn't know how to react. Give him a chance, Y / N, because if I hear your argument again, I'll quit."

Jack didn't tell me anything about that date. It was a quiet session, he respected me, he didn't act like an asshole, we got along quite well, just ..

Just why didn't he invite me out?

I would say yes to him.

Even though he was an idiot, I would say yes.

Because I'm probably an idiot too.

Christmas was approaching and the SSR decided to organize a Christmas party.

That's what Jack told me personally, and then he touched my shoulder. "Hope you come."

He confused me even more.

Peggy and I were in stores, choosing clothes for Peggy when she stopped me.

"You're going to that party, aren't you?"

"I don't know ... should I go?" I asked her.

She nodded. "Of course! You have to go! Jack invited you! And for God's sake, work it out between you, because I can't decide what's worse with the other colleagues, whether it's your arguments or the silence between you?"

I stopped and looked at her in disbelief. "Are you talking about us with our colleagues?"

She smirked and ignored my question. "Look Y / N, this dress is just for you."

"Peggy." I moaned, but she had already sent me to the booth with them.

I sighed. I'll probably go to that party.

I was drinking Christmas punch. There were Christmas songs, a cheerful mood, which amused me too. The agency company organized a Christmas party. Wow.

And then I saw him. He looked ... incredibly good. He was wearing a black tuxedo.

He was just having fun with someone, a smile on his face (Did I mention that when he smiled, he looked incredibly good ??)

And then he caught my eye. We looked at each other in silence for a moment and then he started walking towards me.

"Miss Y / N," he said as he found me.

"Mr. Thompson," I said.

You looked at me in that dress. "You look very good."

His praise conjured red on my cheeks.

"Well, thank you."

We were looking at each other again when Peggy and Daniel came to us.

"Y / N! Don't you want a drink?" Peggy was in an unusually good mood.

I nodded and followed her. Daniel was talking to Jack.

Peggy gave me a drink.

"Listen, I need help from you. Do you see it there? That table by the door? Would you go for that chocolate cake? I can't go alone, I have to talk to the gentleman," she winked at some man.

I nodded. "Of course. By the way, I didn't know you liked chocolate cake."

She just smiled. "Thank you, Y / N."

I went to that table and met Jack. He also scooped a cake on a plate. We looked at each other in surprise, because I also reached out to it.

"It's for Sousa," he explained.

I smirked. "And this is for Peggy,"

Suddenly there was a scream. "Jack and Y / N! You have to complete the task!" someone shouted.

Peggy noticed my confused expression and smirked. "Look up, Y / N."

I looked up and there .. mistletoe came out of the ceiling.

I blushed. "Peggy! Daniel! You've been planning this all along, haven't you?"

They both looked innocently.

I looked at Jack defeatist.

He didn't look excited.

"Listen, we don't have to do this ..." I began.

"No, you have to! It's an important tradition and you won't break it!" someone shouted.

I sighed.

"It's just a kiss. Nothing more." Jack said quietly.

"Of course," I replied.

He walked over to me and hugged me. It was quite pleasant for me.

And then he kissed me carefully. It was very pleasant. His lips literally loved me gently. Later, our kiss began to deepen and accelerate. We started kissing as if we should never stop. I stroked his hair. The world around us has stopped existing.

We stopped when there was an admiring whistle. We were both red.

"Finally," Peggy sighed.

Jack turned to me and tucked the strand of my hair behind my ear. "Wouldn't we go somewhere private, Y / N?"

I licked my lips. "I would welcome that."

We finally were in his office.

"Jack. I only have one question. If you liked me, why did you act like an asshole? Why didn't you just ask me out?" I asked.

"You're right. I was an asshole. I apologize for that. I didn't know how to behave .. no woman has attracted me like you, Y / N .. and I was ashamed to invite you on a date because ... I was afraid that you will reject me. " he said.

I was touched. "Oh, you fool. You were an asshole, yes, but I forgive you. "

Jack kissed my forehead and we hugged for a moment.

"I guess everyone knew that except us, didn't they?" he sighed.

I nodded. "I guess so."

I looked into his eyes. He also looked me in the eye.

"But better than never," he whispered, leaning me against the table.

"Jack!" I screamed with a laugh as he began to kiss me.

"By the way, you have beautiful legs ... I've dreamed a lot about them." he touched my legs and whispered in my ear. "I've dreamed a lot about you."

"Oh, Jack," I said and kissed him.

"See? I trumped-up it with that mistletoe very well," Peggy said in the meantime as Jack and Y / N were in his office and had been there a long time.

Daniel looked at his girlfriend proudly. "Yes, you trumped-up it well. If we weren't here, the two of them ... they're would still argue like two angry dogs."

Peggy rolled her eyes and grabbed Daniel's hand. "Now I feel more like we can't tear these two dogs apart so easily."

Daniel laughed. "I guess not. They will not be so easily separated anymore."

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NSFW Alphabet: Sub!Yeosangie Edition

A/N: I couldn't wait I had to do this now lol what is patience??? Also forgive any mistakes I wrote this at like 2am lmfao

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Doesn't matter what kind of sex it was, he will always be a content and giggling baby boy afterwards. He absolutely needs nose kisses and boops as rewards, like a cat, and needs to bury his face in your neck so he can smell your scent as a way to calm him and bring him back down to earth. He will also love it when you gently thumb his cheekbones!

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part on him is probably his hands just because he uses them so often to hide his face when he's flustered. His favorite body part on his partner would probably be the neck because he is another one of the members that values intimacy and there's something very sensual and intimate yet very possessive about his face and head buried in your neck.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He doesn't really have a strong preference for cumplay of any type and he doesn't have a strong opposition to any cumplay either. So long as you're having your way with and he's living his best sex life, he doesn't care if you spit his load in his mouth and make him swallow it or if you cum in ass with your dick or fake cum

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He'd only have kinky sex as a submissive with a partner he loves and trusts dearly so he's pretty open about want he wants and doesn't really have much of a dirty secret to keep. However, if you pull at his teeth hard enough, you will find out that the one fantasy he has been keeping from you is that he wants you to have him use a hollow dildo on you during his caging period for that extra layer of humiliation and degradation...plus you don't have to be punished when he is also being punished during this fantasy

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's had hook ups in the past, not a high count or anything, maybe like 5 or 6, but those were always relatively vanilla and/or had him in a more dominant position which he wasn't a big fan of. He knows what he's doing when pleasuring you, that's for sure, but in a solid relationship, he learned to let himself go and found that he absolutely CANNOT go back to even a shadow of a dominant position in bed.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

His favorite position is definitely cowgirl, with you on top. He loves that with this position he has easy access to your thighs and ass, the ease with which you can choke him lightly or more intensely, and the sheer amount of control you have in this position while allowing him to touch you because that's how he grounds himself, always has to be touching some part of you or you touching some part of him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Sex with Yeosang is light-hearted most of time, very warm, very giggly, very cute, and very humorous. He likes cracking jokes or delivering some dry wit and sarcasm in the bedroom because that's just who he is and he doesn't see why that can't translate to the bedroom. Because of this, I feel he would prefer gentle domination and a partner who should know how to banter well both outside and inside the bedroom. He does like it slow and sensual sometimes, but if he's in a very soft mood, he'll prefer sensual touches rather than sex itself. On occasion he does like it rough and fast, but it's gotta be a VERY specific mood for him.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Like the others, definitely trims but just calls it a day at that. He doesn't really bother with shaving all the way and doesn't care if you don't either.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Another member that values intimacy to the highest degree! Humor is part of how he connects with people and navigates the world, so the same is to be said in the bedroom. He loves when you make him a giggly mess with humor in the bedroom with and feels more connected each time. Surprisingly, he doesn't shy away from eye contact and he actually really likes it because it adds another layer of intimacy to the experience! Also forehead kisses...you might be the dominant one, but there's something so sweet and reassuring and very intimate yet possessive about subs giving their doms/dommes forehead kisses and that's exactly what he does to you! Every single y'all have sex, without fail, no matter how kinky or light.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

The only times he really jacks off is either guided masturbation from you or if he is intensely horny to the point it is literally interfering with what he has to do that day in which he'll just get it done and over with in the shower or a quick one in the bathroom. This has nothing to do with rules put in place, he just doesn't have a high sex drive despite his incredibly dirty humor.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He's open to trying most things, but not as many things as San. Some of Yeosang's kinks would include choking, biting, hair pulling, light restraints, sensory deprivation, voice kink, temperature play, edging, pegging/anal play, caging, light nipple play, marking, and nail scratching.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Literally any place he can comfortably lay flat because his fave position is cowgirl. One of his top favorites, however, is a rather large ottoman that he has to prop himself up on by the elbows when he leans back in a sitting position so you have to kind of sit on his lap and this forces him to use his lower body strength because he also has to fuck into you if you're fucking him in this position. Also don't forget, when the mood hits him, to rail him on a table or counter or coffee table or on a balcony window with him wearing a skirt and oversized sweater!

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You commanding him to do something with a gentle and sweet voice gets him going like nothing else. The best part is that you can do this in public very blatantly and none would be the wiser save for you and him. What also really turns him on is when you're very attentive and can read him easily without having to ask or say anything; you do that, he will pounce on you and be the best service top you could ask for.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Touch deprivation. I know I said he is into sensory deprivation and he is -- just more so in the sight, hearing, and scent departments, those he can handle. If he can't feel you somewhere on his body, whether you touching him or vice versa, he will freak out and immediately get pulled out of sub space, even if he's very deep in it (and being pulled abruptly from sub space or dom/domme space is very harsh on the psyche and can take minutes to DAYS to rectify and heal so is a very big no-no in the BDSM community). He also does not like to share at all; you are his and he is yours, no negotiation. He's a very possessive submissive because he trusts you with a side of him that maybe one or two other people know about and that is his safe space -- he cannot have others enter that space because he would no longer feel safe.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

If asked what heaven was, he would respond with you sitting on his face and tugging at his hair. That's his favorite position to give you oral! He also really likes when you go down on him because one wrong move and you could easily bite his dick...it's the power you yield with nothing but your mouth on his most intimate parts and a hand on his thigh and another on his abdomen.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

As I've pointed out earlier, light-hearted sex is what he likes best, so the pace is...moderate? There's nothing pushing y'all to be fast and rough and there's not an air of heavy emotion and lustful passion for each other so y'all just go at a pace that's matches whatever happy and joyful mood and banter is happening. On the rare occasion he does want it rough and fast, he wants to be brutally fucked until he can't think, can't make a sound, tears staining his cheeks, asshole gaping, and drool running down the sides of his mouth, panting to try to catch his breath.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He really doesn't like them. He prefers taking his time and having what could be called "care-free sex."

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He likes experimenting with new things every once in a while, but for the most part, he likes to stick with what works and if something new works well, he adds it to his rotation.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Can go two or three rounds, depending on his mood and level of exhaustion. With rough and fast sex, he can only take one round unless you decide to overstimulate him (which is every time) in which you can draw out two orgasms, one after the other. But then he is spent and it's aftercare time!

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He's got a set of dildos and anal plugs, mainly to prep himself for you, but you'll sometimes use them on him to fuck him with unless you're using a strap on. He also has a couple of cock cages because he's into chastity and a couple of cock rings for fun, but other than that, he prefers good old touching and teasing with what you and he were born with.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

His teasing comes in the form of banter and benign insults, hoping you'll engage and respond with a hand on his throat or a quick dick grab. Other than that, he isn't much of a tease -- if anything, his partner is the tease to him because it's so easy to make him flustered.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's certainly not the loudest in the bunch, but if you hit his spot just right, he'll be moaning so fucking loudly that it could be heard on the planet Mars. For the most part, though, he just pants and lets out whimpers here and there, most of his enjoyment is shown through his body language and facial expressions.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He absolutely lives for wearing lacy lingerie beneath his clothing just for you. He doesn't so this as often as he'd like to because of his job as an idol, but when he can, he takes full advantage and wears a lacy bralette AND lacy underwear that does nothing to support his dick btw.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

His length is average but he is on the girthier side which caused you to have to work yourself open and up to his size. The first time he dove into you wasn't terribly painful, but there was a bit of a sharp pain that quickly disappeared into pleasure.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

I'd say he probably has an above average sex drive, but not necessarily a high one. He is a healthy male who is in damn good shape, so it goes to say that his sez drive might increase a bit because of that. Anyway, sex itself isn't frequent but there are loads of sensual touches all the time -- he can't get enough of you in that sense.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

The atmosphere created with the typical light-hearted sex y'all engage in added with the sleepiness of post-orgasm bliss makes for a perfect concoction of sleeping medication. You're warm and content, he's warm and content, so y'all fall asleep in each other's arms. For the rough and fast sex, though, you have to make sure he doesn't fall asleep immediately so he doesn't go into sub drop, so you do your best to lightly tap him on the cheek and keep him talking, hydrated, and fed.

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