#nfsw.

[kickxsscook]

sanji has a praise kink. *mic drops*

[waeteeth-blog]

☀️ with Kai

It hadn't taken him long to piece together that despite how close they seemed, Kai and Myles were two very different people, borderline opposites. Myles was all action, was very direct with his words, showed affection through touch. And Jamie understood that, they were similar in that sense. Kai was...If Jamie hadn't seen it in person, he'd probably believe the sun shined out of Kairos Evander's ass. He had words for everything, a heart that just wouldn't stop bleeding for other people. Patroclus was no Spartan, but he'd seen war, and despite that there was such a gentleness to him that Jamie almost didn't know what to do with. 

Which was why it was so polarizing when they were in the shower together and the other had pressed a kiss to the back of his shoulder, taken the shampoo bottle from him. "Let me?" It was a question so quiet it was almost drowned out by the water and his brow had furrowed at first but Kai was patient, waited for him to give the slight nod of his head. It shouldn't have been so intimate a thing but he almost found himself uncomfortable with just how...Comfortable he was with another person. But he trusts Kai and he can't say he doesn't feel lulled into relaxing at the touch of the other's fingers kneading at his scalp. 

It doesn't just end there and he knows it's because the other man has been watching him brood all day but they don't get into it, Kai just offers one of those sunshine boy smiles of his as they towel off. "Come to bed with me?" And he can't say no to that damn smile, the one that goes all the way up to those bright blues. 

And of course one things lead to another and sheets wind up tangled around legs, lips meeting each other repeatedly. Every damn time Jamie tries to gain any kind of upper hand, tries to escalate it beyond what feels like a snail's pace, Kai is slowing him down again. There's a soft mumble of "we've got time" against his jaw and he doesn't know what to do with that, with such sweet touches and quiet affirmations. It's not until he huffs when his hand is batted away from the other for what feels like the fifth time does Kai offer those words he's so fond of using. "Let me take care of you." They're still sweet but there's something about them that feel far sexier than they have any right being and so he nods. 

Whoever wrote that whole "love is patient, love is kind" bullshit must have made love with Patroclus at one point because that's exactly how he'd describe this. Being on his back is too much, makes him feel too seen, and so they compromise with spooning and Kai even manages to make not being face to face intimate. Between the soft affirmations in his ear, peppered kisses across his shoulders and hands that just won't stop touching, it's a sweet but overall intense experience that has Jamie happy that blushing isn't something he can do. 

There's a moment of just listening to Kai's rapid heartbeat, his breathing and then the bed dips at the loss of weight and he's being covered with the blanket they'd kicked to the floor earlier. The bed dips again, an arm circles around his waist from behind only for Jamie to turn to duck his head and bury his face against the side of Kai's neck affectionately. He mumbles something about being turned into a pillow princess that gets a soft laugh from his partner. 

They stay like that, close and comfortable until Myles inevitably makes his way in from what is no doubt an evening at the temple and another pair of strong arms envelope him from behind without a word. It's there sandwiched between two steady heartbeats does he get the courage to whisper a soft "thanks" against Kai's skin.

[filthiedwords]

preoccupied. ⠀to ⠀rile ⠀up ⠀my ⠀muse. ⠀for ⠀simon ⠀riley. ⠀ ⠀ ( ⠀@lt-ghxst ⠀) ⠀.

in the depths of his room, graves is hidden away from most of the base. no glares from other members, or heads turning to mutter a disgruntled comment to their friends. there’s no words thrown at him, the insult hidden behind gritted teeth. he likes it this way, no one bothers him then. instead, he sits there, the laptop lighting up the dark room. on their previous retcon, they had managed to find a hard drive. one presumed to be owned by shepherd that could have valuable information. the man had managed to stay off the grid, and disappear when any attempt was made to find him. it annoyed his son to hell and back. just like everyone else on the task force, he wanted to find the man and bring him to justice, no matter what that justice maybe. even with his sole focus being on cracking this hard drive, his ears perk up, at his door opening and then closing. without a second thought, instincts take over, and his hand reaches under the desk where he knows a knife is neatly strapped under. only when his hand is inches away, it stops. the looming figure that entered his bedroom is ghost, and in this very moment he doesn’t perceive the man as a threat. he moves back to look at his laptop, and goes, “ if you’re here to check in, tell price i’m still working on it. ” he says dryly, having no time for any formalities. he half expects him to leave, ghost isn’t the type for idle conversation, so he begins typing again. only, moments later he feels a hand on the side of his body. he wonders, now, if he’s finally done something to betray ghost’s trust again and he’s come to finish the job. instead though, he feels ghost’s gloved hand slide further down his body, over every inch of skin he can touch, even if it is covered by his clothes. it makes his breathing tremble but he tries his best to ignore it. tries to focus on typing, but the keys are nothing but a nuisance to what his brain really wants, now. fingers flex, and he outwardly curses the man, before his hand finally gets to his crotch. it lingers just inches above for a few moments, then he presses the palm of his hand down, and he feel his cock twitch and harden at the rough touch, a small whimper leaving his lips as he does. eyes flutter, and the light in front of him from the laptop blurs, before he goes, “ ‘m ghost – i’m workin’ here.. ” as much as it is a protest, he never does tell the man to stop.

[theghoulishartist]

A5 white paper and acrylic paint

9 October 2021

[trianglemouth]

me irl

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(or with help)

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What is the biggest turn-off for your muse?

nfsw questions. ( accepting. !! )

      15. What is the biggest turn-off for your muse?

Repentance & silence.