#I will kiss price in every timeline

[pickyourpoisonandevolve]

Thanksgiving Drabble w/ the 141 + Black Reader

Notes/warnings: just a fluff piece from me. I don’t know how to do drabbles/imagines but I SURE DO enjoy reading them and I have a brain baby to birth. Idk if this is TOO specific for a drabble but reader is black/female/american. Because those things aren’t often represented in these! And also I can do what I want at the end of the day. Just… just walk with me here.

The military is an easy place to forget that your squadmates are real actual people with families and backgrounds, on account of the inherent assimilation. Not that it wasn’t needed, but you get so busy creating your own language and communication styles that I think being able to express cultural habits and likes get a little seldom.

All that to say, you and Gaz LOVE to cook together, as it makes you nostalgic for your respective families. And you’ll be damned if these Brits make you skip Thanksgiving. The rest met your enthusiasm with “fucking Americans” but Gaz thankfully was more than happy to join you in the prep, you both bonding in hatred for the same old shit from the base kitchen. But most of the base is gone so you lot have the kitchen and common room to yourself, and that means you and Gaz are making a FEAST.

Pulling greens, the dishes that take 6-8 hours to make, the shit talking, the hyper specific recipes that you bicker about, the music played. You both are IN IT, and Johnny, Simon and Price didn’t have anywhere else to be, and are more than happy to eat what you make. (As they aren’t the most talented cooks of the bunch) Sausage rolls and chip buttys a Thanksgiving does not make.

It tickles the other three to walk by occasionally, listening to you to just… talk. And vibe. About old experiences, moving in tandem, bitching occcasionally. It had a spooky parallel to how you all worked in the field, seamlessly in sync, but the juxtaposition of it being wholesome. You all got to live in a temporary bubble of normalcy and domesticism. Like a big weird family, you could forget you all killed people for a living.

Price had shit to do, so he did flybys through the day, but they increased in frequency as it went on, his smile growing each time. His little grinch heart growing, seeing his team get along. You tossed cookies at him, hoping to get a rise out of him, but all you were met with was a “thanks, love” and a wink. You made a mental note to do that at a frequency of everyday forever.

Soap didn’t want to miss anything (or feel left out) so he kept to his favorite things: “watching TV” aka TikToks and passively watching a show, interjecting in conversations and stealing food when no one was looking. (Everyone was looking and he was slapped and yelled at A LOT)

Ghost was just unfamiliar with this intimate of camaraderie. He stopped in occasionally for tea, which Gaz and you started making for him. You could see his little eye crinkles as you prepared his tea just like he liked it.

Gaz and you started singing together as you plated the meal on the kitchen island. The rest of the team was holding a flight pattern in the common area, pulled in like the smell lines in an old timey cartoon, scotch already prepped and poured. But there was a moment where you two got swept up in your comfortability, and started singing in earnest. (This song in particular) You two didn’t make it a habit of getting too relaxed in front of the others, big tough soldiers and all, so this was a rare, near nonexistent sight.

Better days comin' for sure

If this world were—

If it was up to me

I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy

I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everything

I just wanna see you win, wanna see

If this world were mine

The three on the couch looked back with open mouths and smiles as you carried on. Literal years you all have worked together, how did they not know you two sang, and HARMONIZED? Did you practice?

You noticed first, brought back to reality and almost dropping a dish. Scandalized! Embarassed! Blushing furiously! Gaz thankfully was impervious to their bullshit, and told them to fuck off and come eat. Typical soldiers, couldn’t sit down proper for anything, food included, so you all settled into conversation and a full meal standing around the island. Enjoying the bubble, enjoying the peace, enjoying the moment.

Johnny, Price and Simon graciously offered to do dishes and clean. (Leftovers for days!) And after a while, you all dispersed. Soap stole a half of a pie and was inbound on falling asleep with his pants unbuttoned on the couch. Ghost was tactically figuring out how to look aloof and fall asleep on Soaps shoulder. Gaz had family (and a lady, you suspected) to FaceTime and Price hung behind you on the way to the barracks. Before you made your good nights, he offered to share a new bottle of bourbon his Nan sent in his room. Super casual. No pressure. Maybe he could hear your pretty voice sing just for him this time.

(This Drabble is sponsored by holidays, KDots new album, and an excuse to flirt with Price. Happy Thanksgiving, Americans are all on native land, and fuck Columbus)

[queenhunter102]

Cod boys and how they come home.

Captain John Price I can see this man having one of his last phone calls with and in code telling the rough timeline of him and his boys coming home. When he does finally step off that chopper and onto that British Soil, I can see that man running to you full speed as he wraps his arms around, damn near toppling the pair of you over. “Hello, my love,” he would whisper as he buried his face into you, just taking in your smell, that thing he wished he could bottle up and take with him on missions, not that he didn’t already have his matching ring. He just wanted that scent to linger longer than it did while he was on missions. Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick Now, Kyle? I see him as the type to just rock up to your flat looking like a little lost puppy, his big brown eyes and the fake petty lip when you swing the door open to him before pouncing on you like a lion when you welcome him into your arms. This man’s mouth would not stop running like he would constantly utter words of praise, like “I adore you” and “You are my everything.” It would be like this man is layering it on thick, hoping you don’t let him go any time yet. Why would you? He was the best damn teddy there ever could be. Alejandro Vargas Now, sweet talker over here? He wouldn’t immediately just go straight home. No, oh nononono, this man would stop off and get you flowers, your favourite drink, food, you name it, like this man is acting like YOU had left on a mission and had finally returned, not him, and when he had unlocked the door to his little house. He would drop everything onto the coffee table just long enough for him to launch himself at you, pinning you to the couch and peppering kisses all over, “Necesito que me des Vida”, he would whisper as he pressed more and more kisses to your jaw. And why wouldn’t you give him life? You did every day. Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish See Johnny here. This man is a fiend when he comes home, like he is everywhere, all over you. Despite being the smallest out of the group, he makes up for it with his ability to find a way under your clothes. To the point, you are a giggly mess, and to where you are shirtless and locked in a cupboard somewhere, pressed against the door, trying to steal all of your oxygen, only breaking apart to whisper things like “Please let me in no-one will notice” or “five more minutes, just five I went months without you.” And who could you deny him? He had fought in your honour, in your name… well, his really. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley Now, Si? This big oaf would have waited hours before rushing home. He would have filled out the paperwork he needed to, making sure it got to the right people, even if that meant hand delivery. This man would have spent so much time at the base that you would think you must have had the dates wrong or that the worst must have happened while you sat on the couch and waited for him to walk through the door. And when he finally did come home, you would wrap him into your arms pulling him into you, “Sor’ove, had shit to finish” he would mutter before wrapping you in his arms, pulling you tight into him. What are a few hours of waiting when he has the next two weeks off?

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[quarterlifekitty]

lol would it be weird if you made a ‘scene’ between tramp soap or…

since we all seen and read many scenes about hybrids or wtv

OR! if youre not up to that then can you extend on reader having a litter. About the owners reaction being totally flabbergasted at the growing roundness that was randomly thrown upon them and the difference in soaps behavior, extra protective, clingy and always there!!!

and the owners panicking when its time to have the litter, stressed from the sounds and reactions from reader

(NOT to be weird anything, im a vet and love when rescue animals have babies)

You know I actually just realized the other day that I’ve been weirdly chaste abt the hybrid shit lol. I’m used to thinking abt being a catgirl or a bunnygirl or a doggirl getting FUCKED. But then I accidentally wrote nothing fucked up and nasty lmao.

In other words, you’re not weird.

cw: hybrids being fucking horny

Johnny does start hanging around initially because he loves your scent. A young, fertile lady. And he’s not going to deny it— he’s a slut, and he’s got a thing for debutants. Spoiled girls, dressed up in bows and collars, perfectly groomed— perfect for getting ruffled.

And when he first start meeting with you every morning, he has ulterior motives. He’s planning on hitting it and quitting it. He’s dreaming of you pinned under him, taking his knot as he fills you— probably for the first time in your life.

(If it’s not, he’ll bet you’ve only had cold, clinical fucking— some high-born, boring stud picked out just so your owners can have little yous running around. It would make sense— you’re clearly pedigree.)

He’s used to girls like you treating him like a tramp, calling him a mutt, but finding themselves bent over and begging for it anyways.

So he’s a little caught off guard when you’re sweet. Bringing him treats from inside, playing with him in the yard, trying your best to introduce him to Price and Nik, oblivious to how they regard him as a nuisance at best. It just makes him want you so much more.

He decides to take it slow with you. He can tell you’re a little shy. He can’t help but growl a little, deep in his chest, at the sounds you make when he paws at your breasts while he kisses you. (It was laughably easy to get you addicted to kissing, you were already so affectionate to him).

He’s been visiting for a few weeks by the time you spread your legs and let him push his tongue into you, lots of him saying “you’ll like it, I promise, hen”. And he’s smug as hell when you cuddle into him after he makes you cum, kissing him and grinding against him instinctually.

The timeline of things just happens to play out in a proper way. He’s become a right house pet by the time he dicks you down for real. A bit of a play chase for a bit, to get you excited, then he can’t hold himself back anymore. He’s rutting his hard, leaking cock against your wet cunt, teasing the tip against your clit until you beg him for it.

“You wan’ me to fuck you, hen? Shove my knot in you and give you pups? Lassie, you dinnae ken how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

Thankfully, your owners were out that day.

[vixensbrainrotts]

Committed to you - Manjiro >Mikey< Sano

(part two)

Idea/ prompt: Mikey from the last timeline who wants to propose to us but has no idea how to ask so he ask advices from draken and emma

Vixen's two cents: Hi. I know ive been gone for like 2 weeks, I dont know why but it's been hard writing lately. anyway, thanks a million to @anahryal for giving me this idea whilst I was in the pits of my writers block!!! thanks girl, I can't tell you how much this helped. anyway, REQUESTS ARE OPEN and I advise you to use them! now please enjoy my revival piece!

Mikey has thought every possible thought he could have. He had run through every possible situation, every possible outcome, every possible setting, but damnit why was this so hard? He couldn’t do it. Not for the life of him.

He had browsed millions of travel blogs, pondering about every possible spot on earth to take you for the occasion. He had woken in and out of more jewelry stores in the past month than he had ever in his entire life. He had specifically stood in corner stores, reading the wedding catalogues in the magazine section trying to figure out what the hell he was supposed to do.

None of it helped.

Manjiro wanted it so bad. So so very bad. Every white dress he walked by, he envisioned you in it. Every bakery shop he passed, his eyes flitted up and down the fancy display cakes, pondering whether or not it would be good enough. Any time he woke up next to you, every time he joined you in the shower, every time he watched you cook, the urge to sink to one knee overtook him.

He knew he couldn’t make it that simple though. It was too domestic for him, so little of a gesture. He wanted you to know that he loved you, that he would bring you the moon if you wanted it. He needed you to see just how much he appreciates you for sticking with him through everything, and for that he needs a grand gesture.

However it seemed that nothing he could think of was quite big enough, quite meaningful enough, quite heartfelt enough. He was at the end of his wits. For one and a half months- seven weeks he had been fighting this battle alone.

He had made some progress in that time, having picked the ring because when he picked it up he just felt that this was the one. It was a niche store, and he was initially appalled by the average price of the rings, but decided, ah what the fuck? and entered the store for mostly shits and giggles. He was greeted by an expensive looking elderly gentleman who donned a monocle and silk gloves, clearly the clerk, and clearly an expert. He had the longest, most engaging talk with the man, explaining his situation and his frustrations, to which the man nodded understandingly and told of his own story and experience with marigge.

Seven long weeks he had kept it a secret from everyone, and now he couldn’t take it anymore.

He was just about to throw the towel on this whole thing and say fuck it and give up on this whole marriage thing and just accept that he would never make it, when he remembered that he didnt have to be alone in this. Not at all matter of fact. His best friend married his sister after all. If Ken could do it with the pressure of Shinichiro, Izana AND Mikey breathing down his neck, then surely he could do it too, right?

You were out on a girls night with Hinata, Senju and Yuzuha. Emma would have tagged along normally too, but with the addition of a new-born baby, she decided that it would be best to sit out this time. Either way you were out of the house for the night, and Mikey was left to his own devices. You had left him with a kiss and a home-cooked meal (which he felt bad about leaving behind so he completely stuffed himself before coming here) before he gave Ken a quick heads up over the phone that he was coming over with a VERY important problem.

Thats how he found himself here. Standing in the Kitchen of Emma and Ken‘s flat, hands perched on the counter, looking down at the surface, face in a deep frown. „What’s goin on? What’s the problem?“ Ken asks roughly, leaned on the refrigerator as he eyed his friend. Mikey didnt really respond though.

„What problem?“ Emma‘s voice was hushed as she entered through the kitchen door, pulling the door shut behind her, probably for the sake of the baby. „I dont know.“ Ken responded, rubbing his eyebrows „Ask your brother.“ he sighed as he gestured to Mikey who was still staring down the counter.

“Mikey?!” Emma sounded confused and a little concerned as she turned to look at him, eyes flitting between her brother and her husband. “Did you know he was coming over?”

Ken nodded wordlessly. “Said he needs our help about something.” Emma’s head tilted in question but accepted the fact. “What’s up Mikey?” She asked, approaching him and joining Draken at the other side of the counter.

Mikey didn’t say anything though, instead reaching into his pocket and producing a small, black, silk-encased box. He dropped it onto the table and looked up at the couple in desperation. “How do I do it?”

Ken gasped and felt his lips tug into a smile, happy that finally, finally Mikey was wiping you up (he had told him to do so since they were teens).

Emma slapped her hands over her mouth to muffle a silent scream, beginning to voice up and down on excitement as she realized- her brother was marrying you! She thanked the gods that Mikey fell in love with you because there was no better in-law than her Soulsister.

“Ahhhhh! Oh my goodness Mikey! I’m so happy for you! Can I see? Wow! Oh my god Ken are you seeing this!? He’s proposing! Ah I’m so glad!” Mikey nodded in response and let Emma pick up the box and crack it open, revealing the beautiful white-gold wedding band, encrusted with more diamonds than she could count. Notably, one large diamond sat in the middle of the ring, flanked by two smaller diamonds on each side.

“Oh.” Emma breathed. “Ken why didn’t you ask Manjiro for help when picking my ring?” Emma sounded slightly offended as she spoke, glaring down at the ring.

“Nah nah, don’t get it twisted girl. You told me what ring you wanted, I didn’t have much picking liberty other than the price.” Ken waved his hands in dismissal, brushing off her accusations with a grin still wide on his face. He made his way over to Mikey and clapped a hand on his shoulder, congratulating him for the occasion.

“Good on you man! Finally givin it the push, hah?” Ken was smiling as he searched for Mikey’s eyes, but he didn’t look up. “What’s up with the long face? You’re about to propose dude, you should be over the moon!”

Mikey sighed and shook his head. “I’ve been trying to propose to her for months. Months Ken. I can’t do it. It’s never right.”

The couple halted their celebrations and turned to look at Mikey again, Emma putting down the dainty box as her looks turns to one of concern. “What do you mean?” She fingered at the box as she leaned across the counter.

“It’s… i don’t know. Ken made it look so easy when he proposed to you, and Pah-chin was even more mindless about it! I really want to. I really do, but every time I get close, I chicken out because I get scared or because something isn’t right, and I’m starting to think that it’s better if I just… don’t.” Mikey sighed and cradled his head in his hands, his elbows resting on the counter.

Emma and Ken shared a look, a wordless exchange of worry and empathy. "What kind of proposal were you thinking of? Big? Small? Public? Private?" Emma started, hand rubbing soothingly across her brother's back.

"Big." Mikey mumbled into his hands, remaining hunched over the counter. "Big and public. I wanna make sure that everyone knows, everyone sees, I want them all to know. want them to know how much I love her."

Emma's eyes softened and she suppressed a smile, because all in all, it was cute. She had always known her brother to be big and strong, undefeatable, and most of all unwaverable. Mikey always put up the strong front when really, he was hurt. Vulnerability wasn't something that she was used to seeing from him, which made this moment all the more special.

"Do you want to go somewhere with her?" Ken steps in and asks, an idea arising. Mikey only grunts, a noise of agreement sounding through the room. "Do you know what kind of places she likes?" Ken continues.

Mikey's head slowly raises from the position on the table and he stares forward at the refrigerator. "Europe."

Emma and Ken looked at one another again, sensing that they were getting somewhere. "Then take her on Vacation. You both have that long shared break coming up, don't you? Travel through Europe and when it feels right, ask!" Ken said.

"How do I know when it feels right, though? What if it's not the moment?" Mikey asks, still not entirely convinced. "You'll know. I promise you, you'll know. I knew too and I didn't think I had the stuff to ever get married." Ken reassures again, and this time the two share eye contact, and it takes Draken a lot not to tear up.

Draken took a moment in his mind to look at Mikey. He had stuck by his side since they were kids, through thick and thin it's always been the two if them against the world. And now as he looked at Manjiro he no longer saw the unmatchable delinquent he saw ten years ago, but rather a distinguished person with complex thoughts and emotions. He saw a man that felt, a man that cared and a man that loved in front of him, and he couldn't be prouder.

Ken nodded at Mikey, and Mikey nodded back at him. "Yeah. She'll love it! Thanks, I'll do that! Gosh I don't know what id do without you two.."

"Oh, please propose to her in front of the Eifel Tower! Or the Coliseum! Or on some romantic Bridge in Venice!" Emma swooned and held her hands over her chest, hearts in her eyes.

Mikey smiled at her and nodded again. "I'll try and film it if I can."

-

The rest of the evening was spent with the three of them checking about a thousand booking sites, mapping travel routes and destinations, and the occasional cacophony of laughter which led to a grumpy Ryuguji-baby. Manjiro couldn't wait to go with you, he thought as he sat on one of the armchairs, gently running a thumb over the silk box that sat pretty in his hand.

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍

summary: opening up about your insecurities is a daunting thing, but suna lets you know you’re in good hands

pairing: suna rintarou x afab! reader

warnings:  smut/ comfort, minors dni; skin-related insecurities (acne, scars, bumps, etc) with comfort, unprotected sex (use condoms, don’t get a kid or a std), pet names (doll, pretty), marking, very wholesome spice if you can say that jsjsh, also very self indulgent; i wanted to name it ‘under my skin’ first, so now i have mirotic stuck in my head

happy birthday, rin!! ♡

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Flickering colours illuminated your dimly lit living room in arrhythmic sequences, the voices of actors paired with underlying music bouncing around the apartment. Next to you, snuggled up under a cosy blanket with you, was your boyfriend, his eyes fixed on the TV but keeping you close to his side with an arm curled around your middle. 

Leaning against his sturdy body, you sunk further into the hoodie you had stolen from his side of the closet earlier and you inhaled a noseful of the scent clinging to it, a familiar mixture of Suna’s body wash and cologne. Underneath you, you could feel his muscles flex and relax with every breath and every laugh and, inevitably, your mind drifted from the scenes on the screen to the man next to you.

There was no doubt about it, when it came to boyfriends, you somehow managed to snatch up the price catch all for yourself. Suna was attentive, caring and funny; he always checked in on you, brought food when he knew you hadn’t eaten, sent you photos, voice messages and even flowers when he was away for work and generally pestered you to take care of yourself. 

Besides all of that, he was also, of course, ridiculously beautiful. Be it his well-built body showing through every outfit he wore, whether it was loungewear, work out clothes or a suit, or the defined features of his face, the sharp slant of his olive eyes only being the highlight, he was sure to garner attention. And he did. Quite a lot, actually. The fantaken videos of him sighted on the streets or the edits you scrolled past on your timeline definitely proved your point.

Still, Rin never made you feel unwanted, the opposite, really. You could be lazing around on the couch when Rin made it seem as if you were posing for the cover of Vogue, bending down to shower you in kisses as his hands wandered like he had no control over them. Or the way he’d sidle up behind you, leaning his weight onto you like an overgrown cat just to show you dumb videos while you go about what you were doing.

Your own mind, however, was not always as kind to you as your boyfriend.

Case and point, as you looked up at him and studied his sharp jaw and smooth skin, your thoughts started heading to a darker place, one you normally kept under tight lock and seal. Certainly, no matter how genuine his compliments were, there was no way he actually meant any of them, only trying to make you feel better about yourself. After all, what would someone like him see in someone like you? 

A tap to the tip of your nose pulled you back into reality, blinking to see bright green eyes sparkling down at you. The arm around your waist adjusted its grip, allowing you to turn towards him better but holding you close again the second you had settled.

“What are you thinking about? The film’s not that deep of a thinkpiece.” The lighthearted tone and tiny smirk playing around his lips were contrasted by the inquisitive raise of a brow, letting you know he was quite serious about your answer. “And it’d better not be anything stupid.”

“Oh you know,” you vaguely gestured towards the screen as you avoided his gaze, “there’s just no way they could’ve made it out of that building before the bomb went up. That was so much longer than 30 seconds.”

There was a soft touch against your cheek where calloused fingertips tilted your head back towards him, not forcibly but determined. You were more starkly made aware of the heat radiating from his body as he leant further into you, the arm around your back giving you no chance to wind yourself out of his proximity. Under other circumstances there would absolutely be no way you’d want to in the first place. But you knew Rin was sharp enough to deduce exactly where your mind had gone if you gave him only the faintest of clues and you really didn’t want to disrupt your movie night with your insecurities.

“Very cute, doll, but you never pay attention to realism. Besides,” the ends of his hair tickled your face as his lips ghosted the shell of your ear, “do you really think I didn’t notice you burning holes into the side of my head? If there’s something you want, you only need to ask.”

“That’s what you got from that, Rin?” You laughed, pushing his head from the crook of your neck with the pad of your forefinger. “Could it be that you're projecting your own thoughts onto me?”

“What else could I be thinking about when someone this pretty has been clinging to my side the entire evening?” Your boyfriend hummed the question thoughtfully before your centre of gravity shifted. A surprised gasp later, you found yourself in his lap with your knees bracketing his hips, courtesy of the muscles flexing against the small of your back where he kept you pinned to his front. “You can’t blame a guy for getting ideas when you’re this cute.”

“You’re such a horndog, Rin,” you giggled, melting into his hold as his large palms smoothed out the material of his sweats covering your thighs, the repetitive motion relaxing as you lost yourself in each other’s eyes, despite having done so a million times before.

“It’s all your fault, doll,” Suna murmured and your gaze automatically tracked the movement of his mouth as it formed the words. Inspired by you, he mirrored the action and then his lips were on yours.

The kiss was slow and unhurried, your lips moving languidly against each other, giving you all the time in the world to bury your fingers in the hair of his nape. The swipe of his tongue asking for entry was accompanied by firm hands grabbing at your hips and pulling you so flush against him, it was like he wanted to become one entity altogether. You happily parted your lips for him so your tongues could tangle together in the same rhythm of his arms moving you to grind down on him.

When his warm hands explored the bare skin under his hoodie, however, it was like someone had sounded the alarm bells in your head. Sure, you’d been intimate with Suna plenty of times, that was nothing new, but so far, you’d avoided any positions where your back would be on display or his hands could roam too freely across it. Up until this point, you’d put up excuse after excuse and the brunet had respected your wishes but slowly you were running out of fronts to put up without addressing the real issue.

Over time, you’d gotten used to Suna seeing your face with all blemishes and impurities on display, more out of necessity than free will in the beginning. You couldn’t hide your face from him forever after all. In typical Rin fashion, he’d been so gentle and reassuring about it, thanking you for putting your trust in him and nearly making you cry in the process. 

Your back, however, was an area you could cover up way easier and that was how you kept it. The thought of him seeing the redness and scars littering the expanse of the skin there, running his hands over it and feeling the bumpy texture where other people’s would be smooth, it made you shrink in on yourself. As you wrecked your brain for a new excuse and got ready to push his hands down to your hips again, he withdrew them from the hoodie himself, making the garment feel much too big on you as he took his warmth with him.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while now,” Suna began, his voice calm as one hand settled back against your hip and the other cradled your cheek. Your fidgeting must have conveyed your discomfort, because he started drawing tiny circles onto your cheek bone, the callouses from years of playing volleyball contrasting the softness of his touch, making you subconsciously lean into the movement. “I didn’t know how to bring it up but at this point I feel like I need to know… Is there a reason you’re so reluctant to show me your back? And don’t say you don’t know what I’m talking about, I know you better than that.”

“Ah, so you noticed,” you meekly replied, swallowing hard around the words stuck in your throat. “What gave it away?”

“You’re not the best at lying to me, you know. It was pretty obvious you were making excuses for something else.” You felt like a cartoon character getting hit with an arrow through the stomach. “I just want to understand what’s putting you so on edge, so I can fix it. Whatever it is, you can tell me and I’ll work hard so you can trust me. But I won’t know what I did if you won’t tell me.”

“What you did?” You echoed incredibly. “Rin, you’ve done nothing wrong, more like the opposite, honestly. You’re like the guy out of anybody’s dreams, of course I trust you.”

“Then what is it? I don’t want to pressure you but I hate to see you uncomfortable,” Suna’s voice was soothing like a fireplace in winter as his finger smoothed out the furrow of your brows, silently telling you to take all the time you needed, he wouldn’t judge.

“It’s just– My back it’s so ugly,” you weakly admitted, opting to hide your face in the crook of his neck when holding eye contact became too painful. For a split second, Suna went as rigid as you had earlier before gingerly setting his hand down on the top of your back and running it lightly up and down to test your reaction. “Everyone has this perfect, smooth skin but mine is full of scarring and blemishes and I… I don’t want you to see how hideous I– it is.”

“Oh baby, that’s not true,” he soothed. “You are so stunning, I could never think you’re ugly.”

“No, you would,” you disagreed, shaking your head. “I already don’t know how you can say that with so much confidence, I don’t want to ultimately prove you wrong.”“So instead you just made the decision for me?” Ah, his signature deadpan response.

“Huh?”

“You are so convinced of your own perception you won’t even entertain the thought I could see something else entirely. I’m a lot of things but not a liar, doll. When I tell you you’re beautiful, I mean it.” To show he wasn’t taking offence at your words, he tapped the tip of your nose again when you emerged from your hiding spot to peer up at him. Bouncing you in his lap as if to jostle the negative thoughts from the forefront of your mind, mischief gleamed in his eyes. “Do you really think I’d put myself into this position just to make someone feel better? Usually, I only try to fuck unbelievably attractive people on my couch.”

“Oh my god, Rin! You’re such an idiot!” You were well aware your boyfriend had the tendency to be shamelessly blunt and it still made you smack your palms against his chest, though your shoulders did feel lighter at his very characteristic way of encouraging you. “Also we bought this couch together, so it’s mine as much as it’s yours.”

“The point still stands,” he nonchalantly answered, trailing one finger down the dip of your neck as his half-lidded eyes tracked its path before finding yours again. You knew that look well and it made your earlier arousal flare up again. “You’ll give me a chance to prove you wrong, won’t you, pretty? I promise you won’t regret it.”

You hesitated for a moment before mustering up all your courage. Suna had never betrayed the trust you placed in him and he’d not given you any reason to doubt him this time either. “Alright, fine.”

“Thank you.” You could feel his smile against your temple when he leaned forward to place a small peck there. “Hmm now where were we? Oh, that’s right.”

Long fingers splayed over the back of your head to tilt your head up so he could reconnect your lips once more. Just like before, the kiss started off slow and built in intensity until you were gasping for breath, a thread of a saliva connecting you until it broke from the rocking of your hips. Having foregone a bra that night, your nipples rubbed against the soft lining of the sweater, perking up from the friction.

This time, when his hands snuck under your clothes, you didn’t move to stop him, instead letting the warmth of his palms spread across your back. Slowly but steadily his touch rose higher, his fingertips nearly massaging the skin with the light pressure he was exerting. At the same time, his mouth moved south as if he wanted to meet his hands in the middle, trailing a hot path of kisses from the corner of your mouth to your jaw to just below your ear.

“The calluses of my hands, do they bother you?” A little disoriented by the low timbre of his voice and confused by the sudden question, you quickly made it known you liked them quite a lot, to which he chuckled. “See, at first, I was really insecure about it. Such rough hands handling something so precious, that didn’t seem right. But I learnt pretty quickly I was fussing about nothing, considering how you seem to love holding my hands or cumming all over my fingers.”

“That’s not a fair comparison,” you nearly whined, both at his choice of example and the way he bucked his hips up into yours. Your face felt as if it was set ablaze as his hands roamed and kneaded whatever part of skin they could find and your hips kept up a steady rhythm. “You have such nice hands, Rin.”“Something you made me aware of,” he smiled. When his lips reached the point where the collar of the hoodie wouldn't allow him to go any further, his hot breath fanned the expanse of your throat and his fingers played with the hem of his piece of clothing. “Let me do the same for you, yeah? Are you comfortable with taking this off?”

“Yeah,” you quietly affirmed, nodding your head at his request. With his help, the soft material slipped over your head and arms before being tossed somewhere next to the two of you and you fought hard to return your hands to his shoulders in lieu of covering up your bare body. 

“Shit, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing these,” Suna groaned, cupping your breasts with appreciative hands, forefingers and thumbs immediately working on rolling your pert nipples between them as the other digits fondled the surrounding area. “Look how perfect these look in my hands, like they were made to be held by me.”

A soft sigh of his name escaped you as you tilted your head back at the sensation of his warm hands contrasting with the temperature of the living room. It drew his attention back to the exposed column of your neck, focusing on the task of sucking a pulsing bruise against the spot that he knew made you weak. 

However, what you didn’t expect was him reaching around you to ghost his finger up the length of your spine, sending electricity right through you. Combined, the actions effortlessly pulled a gasp from you as you arched your back against his chest, which resulted in you pressing down hard against his bulge. His groan reverberated against your chest, a beautiful and husky sound which made you crave to hear more.

“Did that feel good? I bet it did,” Suna whispered against your feverish skin, fingers splaying out in the dip oy your back to keep you steady. “I can make you feel so much better, you know that. Just say the word.”

By now, your panties were probably soaked through as your clit pulsed with need, hips rocking in search for more friction but not getting enough to satisfy that itch inside of you. With how your heart was hammering against your ribcage, you could’ve bet Rin was able to feel it too, even through the material of his shirt. Balling the material in your fists you whimpered, “Rin, I need more, please.”

He grinned against your shoulder, pressing your chest tighter against his and grabbing the fat of your thigh with his free hand. Without any strain, he flipped you over so your back hit the couch cushions and he towered over your form, your legs still spread around his waist.

Running his hands down and back up the length of your legs, squeezing your thighs and calves appreciatively, his touch made goosebumps spread all across your body, no matter how seating it was on you. When his fingers reached the waistband of your sweatpants, playing with it as he leaned into your space, his heavy gaze met yours once more.

“Can I take these off?” No matter how clear it was you wanted this too, Suna would always ask. This night too, you willingly lay yourself in his hands as you lifted your hips to help him shimmy your pants off you, tossing them in the vague direction of the hoodie without taking his eyes off of you. He especially didn’t want to miss the string of slick sticking to your panties as they followed suit.

Drinking in the sight of your nude form, he traced a reverent finger over the seam where your legs met your hips, purposefully applying only a hint of pressure, knowing the featherlight touch was driving you positively insane. Slowly circling further in, he then caressed your outer lips covered in soft pubes, collecting your arousal with an experimental stroke over your slit but intentionally missing where you wanted him most.

“Rin, don’t tease,” you whined, squirming against the couch cushions.

“Sorry, doll, but you just look so pretty like this,” he mused, bright eyes showing not a hint of remorse. “I just have to indulge a little.”

And indulge he did. When he finally grazed his thumb over your neglected clit, his touch seemed to scorch, which only served to fuel the desire inside of you and it inevitably coaxed a wanton moan from you. Incredibly adept at reading you and keen to hear more of your sweet noises, Suna easily slid his middle finger into your hole, that at this point had been clenching around nothing. With how wet you were, he was met with no resistance at all and soon complied with your pleas for more and added his ring finger to the first.

“Shit, baby, you’re clinging to my fingers,” Suna voiced his thoughts as he smoothed one hand down the length of your leg once more to grab your ankle. Keeping up the steady pumps of his hand, curling his digits right into the spot that had your leg spasming in his hold, he turned his head to kiss the joint in his hold. However, he didn’t stop there. 

As if your leg was a fuse and he was the fire, Suna leisurely crept his affections higher, over your calves and past your knees, until you really felt ready to explode. Dimpling the flesh under his fingertips, he tightened the hold on your thigh so he could suck a myriad of hickeys on its expanse, unbothered by your incessant writhing. 

His hot breath fanned your core as his plush lips mapped out the juncture of your leg, paying careful attention to the area littered with stretch marks and covering the cause of some of your insecurities with his own marks. Like he wanted to claim your body as his, not that of the doubts in your mind. When he was satisfied with the blotches of red forming on your skin, he finally pulled back to admire his work.

“Have I been neglecting you lately?” Suna whispered, almost drowned out by the squelches of your pussy as he scissored his fingers. Looking up at you over the length of your heated body, he replaced his thumb with his kiss-swollen lips, placing a sweet peck against your clit and teasing it with the tip of his tongue. “Don’t worry, I’ll make up for it. You should never feel like this about yourself.”

“It’s not your fault, Rin,” you breathily reassured him only to be shushed by idle fingers dancing across your lower stomach, then precisely pressing down where his other hand was crooking up into.

“What kind of boyfriend lets his baby feel anything less than gorgeous?” Snaking one arm around your arched back, his long fingers covered a large part of it and held you steady against his chest as the coils in your stomach wound tighter and your toes curled at his sides. “I wish I could show you what I see. But since I can’t, I’ll have to settle for conveying it like this.”

His thumb had taken up its former spot again, resumed drawing firm figure eights on your clit and your nipples rubbed against the front of his shirt where Suna curled over you to reach your lips with his. Under the influence of his messy kiss, you felt like you were set ablaze as your boyfriend encouraged you to let go for him.

Someone might as well have replaced your blood with molten lava as your orgasm washed over you with fiery intensity and sweat pearled on your temple. Your arms slung around his body as your hands searched for whatever they could grab to hold on, be it the muscles of his shoulder or his dishevelled dark locks. Your lungs were already burning with the need for air but if you stopped kissing him, stopped vocalising your pleasure right for him to swallow it up, you thought you might die.

Suna kept up his ministrations until you were trembling like a candle in the wind before he even considered pulling his fingers from you. With half lidded eyes you watched as he brought the digits up to his mouth, cleaning up your mess with slightly exaggerated lewdness and moaning at your taste.

As he sat back up, he kept you flush against him and returned you to the position that started this all. Only this time your heightened sensitivity made you hyper aware of his arousal underneath you. 

“How are you feeling, pretty?” Nosing the crook of your neck lovingly, Suna nibbled on your salty skin where your quickened pulse thrummed underneath. His strong hands massaged your sides as you caught your breath and willed your chest to stop heaving. “Do you want to keep going?”

“You can’t do all of that and then deny me this,” you laughed breathlessly as you rolled your hips into his prominent bulge which caused him to inhale sharply. On top of everything, your boyfriend was also fucking hung, something his sweats didn’t hide in the slightest. “But I need you to take this off first.”

“Your wish is my command,” he chuckled, shrugging the shirt over his head unceremoniously, his biceps and triceps flexing in the process. While he busied himself with untangling himself from his pants, you ran an appreciative hand over the firm planes of his abs and up his pectorals. “Like what you see?”

“You know I do,” you mused, pressing a kiss against his jaw. “Got so lucky with you.”

“Hey, that’s my line,” Suna smiled, letting his hands roam over every dip and curve of your body as he urged you to straddle him again. Wasting no time, you started rocking yourself over his length, gasping every time his head caught your clit while you covered him in your arousal. After starving himself of stimulation earlier to focus entirely on you, your boyfriend shuddered at the contact. “You already feel so good doll, how am I supposed to last like this?”

“It’s okay, I want you to feel good too, Rin,” you stated but your movement was promptly stopped by two heavy hands on your hips. There was a subtle flush decorating his complexion and your heart skipped a beat. Was he really this affected just because of you? “As tempting as that sounds, tonight is all about you. No room to argue.” There was a tender finality in his tone, one that made clear he really wouldn’t budge on the topic, so you relented and melted into his hold. “Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

Yes, this wasn’t the first time you’d been intimate with Suna, but it still felt like it. Every time he sunk his cock into you the stretch had you tossing your head back. From the way his thick tip slowly breached the tight ring of muscle, to the pleasant friction of his veins sliding against your walls and the satisfying feeling of being stuffed full, you believed you’d never get used to it.

“You always take me so well,” Suna panted as he bottomed out, fingers flexing against the pudge of your ass as he willed himself to patience to let you adjust to his girth, no matter how heavenly your warm cunt felt enveloping him. 

“Fuck Rin, I need you to move. Please, I–” Your brows were furrowed and you supported yourself on his chest as you started circling your hips against his while his cock pressed against all your sensitive spots so nicely.

And who was he to deny you when you asked so sweetly? 

Starting with slow and deliberate thrusts, you both knew it wouldn’t stay that way for long. While Suna normally prided himself on patience, even his was running thin by now and soon after, the rhythmic slapping of your thighs on his echoed around your apartment as he effortlessly moved you up and down on him, each thrust seemingly deeper as the previous one.

Not able to keep yourself upright for much longer, you slumped against his equally sweat-slicked chest and surrendered yourself completely to his actions, opting instead to claw at his back every time a particularly well aimed stroke had you clench your eyes shut. It was the best kind of torture and if you were exposed to it for too long you might actually go mad.

With your head nestled in the crook of his neck it gave Suna the perfect view down your back, admiring the way it bowed so graciously against his broad body or how your ass bounced with each slap of his thighs. How you were able to see anything but your beauty was something he just couldn't get behind; not because he was without insecurities but because no part of you could ever be a flaw in his eyes. Not when it made you who you were.

His fingers fluttered over the curve of your spine again, eliciting a more visceral reaction as your body shuddered and you pressed yourself tighter against him, trying to evade his searing touch while simultaneously craving more of it. Your whole body felt like you were boiling from the inside out, every part his scorching hands touched sizzling with nerves.

The constant grind of his pelvis against your clit had your walls gripping his length like a vice, making it increasingly harder for your boyfriend to pull out, let alone hold his own release back for much longer. Dipping his head down with a groan, his lips connected with your shoulder as his fingers kneaded and fondled wherever he could reach. Perhaps by the time you woke up tomorrow you wouldn’t see the blemishes you agonised over but the imprint of his fingers on your waist or the love bites littering your shoulder.

“If you don’t like these marks, I guess it’s on me to cover them with my own,” he mumbled lowly, perhaps more to himself than to you. Either way, the deep rumble of his voice so close to your ear followed by the sound of him reattaching his lips where he had left off shot down your spine like a lightning bolt. “You’re close, aren’t you? C’mon, you can do it. Show me how beautiful you are when you cream on my cock.”

The effect Suna’s voice and words had over you should maybe concern you. But you didn’t care as you came for the second time this night with a cry of his name on your lips, weightless as your boyfriend rode out your orgasm while chasing his own. Just as you came down from the aftershock of pleasure, Suna pushed inside of you as far as he could and painted your insides white.

For a few minutes, neither of you said anything, content to stay lost in the feeling of the other as two sets of hands explored the shared silhouette of your bodies. Kisses were exchanged or randomly placed wherever you could reach, Suna caressed your sides and you swept sweaty bangs out of his eyes.

“So,” Rin broke the comfortable silence, “are you still hellbent on arguing with me on this?”

Picking up his hint of playfulness, you decided to lean into it. “Hmm I dunno, the jury’s still out.”

“I thought you might say something like this,” he chuckled, pinching your side between his eyes, resulting in you yelping in surprise and sending him a half-hearted glare which was only returned in mischief. “Good thing I already planned to bend you over the back of the couch and paint your back. Bet you’d look lovely, even if you can���t get any more gorgeous than you already are. Same place and time tomorrow work for you?”

“You’re such an idiot, you know that?” You laughed at his shrugged ‘Might have mentioned it before’ before leaning up for a brief peck. “But sure, I’ll clear my schedule for you.”

After your movie night had effectively been rebranded into a shared bath Suna had drawn for you, you let the warm water rinse away most of the soreness you felt in the moment. Despite the tub being a rather snug fit with your professional athlete occupying a big chunk of it by himself, you let yourself relax against his chest.

Rin had taken it upon himself to gently scrub your body down for you, being extra careful with any of the spots he might have been a little rougher on. When it was time to dry off, he took his time to shower your back in kisses; every mark he left, every scar, every blemish, he covered them all equally in his affection and adoration. 

“I love you,” he murmured when his eyes met yours through the mirror and he tangled your fingers together. “I would never dream to change a single thing about you.”

“I love you too,” you whispered back, like it was a secret only meant for his ears. “Thank you for being so patient with me.”

“It’s nothing you have to thank me for.” Suna brought your hand up to his lips to leave a lingering kiss there too. “I’m just doing what any good boyfriend should.”

Later in bed:

“How much did you have to hold back from saying ‘I’ve got your back’?”

“You have no idea.”

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[frankiebirds]

i know canon suggests reid and ethan met as children but ive always pictured reid as a friendless child (sorry </3) and so to me they met in college and in my brain they Did Not Get Along at first. anyway here's my reid/ethan timeline:

reid graduates HS at twelve, takes a gap year because he's worried about leaving diana, then goes to college at fourteen

during reid's second year, ethan starts, having graduated HS at sixteen—also early, because anyone who reid can describe as someone he "competed with constantly" has to also be very intelligent

they meet one way or another, and reid fucking hates ethan. ethan likes reid at first, but when he picks up on reid's dislike of him, he responds in kind and they form a rivalry

the reason reid hates ethan at first is because he sees ethan as being him, but better in every way. growing up as a friendless, awkward child with a...complicated family, reid rationalised to himself that that was just the price he had to pay for being as intelligent as he was. so what if he's dodging cps? so what if he's facing relentless bullying? so what if he can't figure out how everyone navigates social situations so easily while he fumbles? he's a genius. it's fine, it's an exchange. it's one or the other and he's okay with that. and then...ethan. ethan is extroverted and personable and likable, has a close and largely uncomplicated relationship with his family, and is also a genius. and now reid has no choice to admit to himself that everything fucked up about his childhood wasn't the universe balancing itself, but just...fucked up. and he hates ethan for making him think about that.

i have three different ideas of how they eventually become friends: a happy one, where ethan, who, yes, responds to reid's obvious dislike of him by also being a shitty teenage boy, but who also is determined to kill him with kindness and annoy the shit out of him until reid gives in and stops also being a shitty teenage boy. then a darker one, where reid somehow discovers ethan's own demons (either his alcoholism or the issues that led to it) and is like "oh nvm i was right! we geniuses really are doomed to be unhappy people :) we can be friends now" although ethan would eventually knock some sense into him. and finally a silly one where they're mid-argument and then for reasons neither of them can name, they kiss. they argue to this day about who initiated

anyway. they decide to keep up a facade of dislike because their rivalry has become kind of infamous on campus and it would be so embarrassing if they had to admit they like eachother now. god can you imagine. so in public they have increasingly dramatic arguments and then laugh about in private. especially true if you, like me, believe there was something non-platonic going on between them, simply for safety reasons. one person sees them making out in a closet but nobody believes them when they try to spread that around because wtf are you talking about. they want eachother dead. if you're going to invent a rumour at least make it believable god.

[saltofmercury]

Hello hello 👋🏻 new follower here but I love your work (the clumsy reader drabble was so cute I love our bbygirl in these “mundane” type of situations and you’ve written him into that setting so wonderfully 💕❤️) so I thought I’d shoot in a request, you can turn it into a drabble or something else of your choosing, that is of course if it appeals to you! But I thought it was a cute and funny moment which could fit well with your writing style! So I work in an office filled w a lot of men who are taller than me which means I have to crane up my neck 99% of the time to keep a conversation w them, but there’s this one coworker who has to courtesy to lean down/sit beside me and sometimes gets on his knees next to my desk on the floor whenever he comes around to talk, and the other day another coworker passed us by and he said “ [hisname], on your knees again, I see?” and he immediately clapped back w “I’ll always get down on my knees for a woman, you should try it out sometimes!” (now that I read this back it comes across as juvenile and borderline a HR nightmare but I promise it was harmless fun😭😭)

anyhoo since I have a very dirty mind in general and am currently battling a bad case of brainrot bc of a certain Austrian sniper who triggers all the kinks (size in particular🥴) I was thinking what if Konig would have a freudian slip like this around his crush and where it would lead the two of them 👀

Hope this fits the request!

"Friendship"

Small little hand touches, small flirty comments, stealing eye glances toward one another. You two had been dancing around one another. There was an obvious attraction toward one another, but afraid of overstepping your friendship boundary, you had left it kissing in the hallway, not wanting to get hurt.

König seemed like he liked to keep it as a friendship too. He would talk to you throughout the day, FaceTime at night, even sometimes making you lunch when you didn’t answer him. He knew you were busy so he tried to make your day a little easier.

He actually hated the kissing part because it left him wanting more.

“Come on one more kiss?”

He had been breathless, meeting you in the stairwell for your usual “afternoon delight.” A term he mixed up.

He pulled you in, craned his neck towards you, trapping you under his arms and lips.

“I’ve got — he kissed you

— reports to submit!”

“Last one until tomorrow,” he exhaled, rubbing your face with his thumbs, then embracing you, sticking his tongue in your mouth, you sucking it and making him moan.

You felt it. He was clearly hard against you, so you pulled away, not trying to make it worse for him.

“Hey, wait just for a minute more…” he attempted to pull you back but you dismissed him, telling him you need to get back to your report for Price.

Later that night, after you guys had FaceTimed each other, you two had been laughing at something he said.

“Ok ok, I need to go to sleep, I have to go to the gym tomorrow.” He said

“Alright, fine.” You whined. “Goodnight…”

“Okay goodnight —I love you!” He had heard what he said, wide eyed, his face turned red, and he fumbled his phone to end the call.

The next day, you hadn’t brought up the I love you, meeting with everyone to go over plans for the mission you were sending them on. You had briefed each and every member of KorTac, making sure they knew what they would be supplied with and how much time they had.

Once it was over, Horangi leaned over to König.

“God she’s strict but I like her! She’s all business. She even gave us timelines of when this should be completed.”

König stared at you standing in the hallway, fixing your jacket over your blouse.

He was never a boobs kind of guy, but he thinks you made him one. He wondered how they would feel in his mouth.

“Yeah she’s the breast… I mean best!” He stared at Horangi, who started laughing hysterically.

“Got your mind in the gutter König?”

At that moment you had turned towards them, wondering what Horangi was laughing about. You smiled, waving at them.

Two days later, you had a free afternoon, König had been talking to you about heading to the gym. You had told him you desperately wanted a shower and would skip the gym today. Not that you even went, you weren’t into fitness at all.

König had heard what you said, but insisted on having you there with him, to at least have company and sneak off to make out. But what had come out was —

“Hey wanna go shower with me?” He was stunned, you started laughing so hard you couldn’t stop. He was clearly flustered, he wasn’t sure if you had laughed it off as a joke or just merely embarrassed.

"I've got to go, i'm gonna be late." He practically gathered himself running away.

When he tried calling you that night, but you had been too preoccupied with something else. Wondering if his feelings secretly slipped a message out. Did he want more than just friends?

You touched yourself, imagining what it would feel to have his pouty lips in between your legs. What it would be like to have him moaning echoing throughout the four corners of your room. How it would be to sit on him, his thick sex entering you, stretching you out as you held onto him…

He didn't reach you, and left you a voicemail.

“Okay I know today was weird with the shower comment… if you get this call, give me a chance." It had slipped out again.

Once you heard that message it was clear. You knew he wanted it too.

You texted him to come over.

He had rushed over, sensing some priority in your message. The three knocks on your door had created an urgency inside you. You ran to the door, and grabbed him by the shirt. Pulled him into a kiss.

“I want you so bad König you don’t understand. I don’t want to be friends.”

He chuckled lightly, “I do understand…”

He picked you up and pressed you against the wall. Sucking on your neck and collarbone, leaving small bites, and hickeys in their place.

“You have no idea what you do to me, how badly I’ve wanted this.”

You grab a hold of his face in your hands, sloppily kissing him and arching your back from the wall, your breasts closer to his chest.

“Say you’ve wanted me too? Please baby.”

You pulled yourself from him, unlatching your legs around his waist, and pulling yourself down.

You proceed to undress yourself walking slowly to the bedroom.

He followed you into the room where you’ve already peeled off most of your clothes except your panties.

“I’ve wanted you so badly.”

You lay on the bed, and as his hands roam your breasts, squeezing, and fondling your nipples, he gently rubs down to your panties, his fingertips on the edge of them.

“No, König, take them off with your teeth.”

He looks at you for a second, the rush of blood going straight to his erection. He kisses you through your underwear, grabs a hold of your legs from underneath. Teeth nip lightly at your skin, grab a hold of the lace in-between and with one full motion, he’s taken them down to your knees. He rips them off your leg and puts them in his back pocket.

He looks at you, exposed, your legs wide open. Your cunt somewhat wet for him, and he’s got to taste just to be sure.

He places his tongue on you, gently flicks inside you, swirling and licking you at every inch.

He moans, nuzzling himself closer.

“ugh baby, you’ve got such a cute cunt.”

The heat rises from your stomach to your cheeks. He’s so gentle, sucking on your lips, teasing your clit.

“I’ve wanted to taste you since we’ve shared our first kiss.”

He speaks softly, placing small pecks on you. It bubbles small waves in you.

He wraps his hands around yours,

“Tell me baby, have you wondered what it’s like? What does my tongue feel like on your pretty little cunt?”

You’re overwhelmed, he’s so vocal but gentle, it makes you crazy. You let out a small moan.

“Breathe in through your nose baby, relax, I’m here.”

As soon as you take those deep breaths, it’s game over, like your body has its full attention on his tongue on your clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body.

He’s egging you on,

“You like it when I go fast?” He flicks your clit faster with his tongue,

then asks,

“Or slow like this?”

And proceeds to suck on your clit so gently, soft moans coming from his mouth.

“You taste so good, baby.”

Your brain can’t comprehend anything. The sounds you’re emitting, his tongue on you, how he expresses himself… you can feel how close you are.

“You’re gonna cum soon? I can feel it, you’re so wet. Cum for me.”

And it’s with those three words that send you over the edge. You arch your back, flares ripple through your body, and you moan his name.

He’s still sucking, making you jump slightly, pushing away from him.

He comes up towards your body, placing soft kisses on your legs, tummy, and breasts. He stops at the left one, sucking on it.

“I’ll get these next time.” He tells you, grabbing you for a deep kiss.

You stare up at him, wondering why it was ever such a bad thing to break your friendship. There was no doubt in your head you two were made for one another.

[ghostaholics]

𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔

PAIRING: Captain John Price x Reader (established relationship w/ implied forbidden love trope) WARNING(s): angst, not much else A/N: very short stand-alone drabble that needed to be said; approximately a year into the timeline, more or less (full-length will be written later on)

“You know our odds. Chances are, only of us is gonna make it out of this alive by the end. That’s the reality of war." The familiar weight of his palm cups the back of your neck, warm and bittersweet as he brings you in, touching his forehead against yours; an intimate moment – the last one he'll allow himself before stepping out. "I’m gonna do my best to make sure that it’s you.” A promise, a vow – he'll move heaven and hell for your survival, a nice life after all this, even if he’s not the one to share it with you.

And yours: "No, we’ll get through this. We always do. Just like every other time.” Even though this feels different. Your voice is lower, nearly a whisper now, despite the privacy of his room – words that are meant for him alone. You’ve never said no, never second-guessed his line of reasoning because he’s the type of man that you follow to the ends of the earth without question. But this is his way of saying goodbye and you would rather see the entire world crash and burn than accept it. You kiss him, lightly at first; he’s torn between his desire to give in and his reluctance to pull away, you can tell. “It’s you and me. I'm not going home without you. I can’t.” Because of the alternative, his absence. Gone, with only you and everyone else to keep the memory of him alive. “If anything happens—”

There’s a softness to his gaze, tender and reserved only for you. It cracks your chest open, bleeding heartstrings and all while he says: “It’s ok,” just as quietly as you now, far too gentle for your liking.

But, do you know how much the thought of losing you fucking hurts?

The words come out raw and desperate and broken. “You don’t get it. You really don’t. Because if something happens to you — it’ll kill me too.”

[captain-mj]

memory loss fic part 3?

👉🏽👈🏽

whenever you’re ready of course…..the chokehold it has on me is WILD lmao 😅

I did ALL of this on mobile so forgive any problems lol

Last Part!

Soap spent every moment he could by Ghost’s bedside. Ghost tried to stay awake, flinching when the morphine forced him under.

He looked so normal while asleep. Soap expected him to twitch but he never did, completely still besides the gentle up and down of his breathing. Then he’d wake up, pleading with Soap.

“Make it stop. I don’t want to go back anymore. Please don’t make me go back.” Simon mumbled to him, holding on to him like a lifeline. “Why can’t I just stay asleep with you?”

Soap sighed. “Simon, they’re not real. Roba is dead. You’re reliving memories.”

“I hate it. I hate it so much. I don’t want to wake up again.”

Soap felt sick. He knew Ghost didn’t understand. It was probably impossible to tell what was real and what wasn’t, so he assumed Soap wasn’t.

“I know. I know.” No ones knew if or when this would end. They weren’t sure if he was “gaining the memories in a linear timeline” or “just having Night terrors”. That’s what the nurses said. It didn’t make any sense to him. Their explanations were pointless. None of it really helped the situation.

Ghost changed. The person he had met the first day of his injury faded. Although he still trusted Soap, he didn’t let him touch him anymore. It was subtle, but he started to cover himself up, trying to prevent any of them observing him.

Soap left for just a moment and found him quietly painting a skull on his face in the bathroom, using a marker that had been left behind. When asked, he didn’t have an explanation on why.

Soap hated it. He tried to get Ghost to remember at first. Showed him anything he could think of. Their dogtags, sketches He made of the two of them, but they were all met with a blank stare and frustration.

Right now though, it was quiet. Simon had grabbed his hand.

“They left me there.”

“Who?”

“Washington and Sparks. They left me there…” Ghost stared at the tv. “I told them to. I wish I hadn’t. I don’t want to wake up.”

Soap rubbed little circles into his hands. “I’m sorry.”

“I miss my mom. Do you think she’s doing okay?”

“I’m sure she’s fine.” Soap’s voice cracked. His big, bad Lt looked very small. “You’re a good man for telling them to leave.” He knew it hadn’t mattered. Both were dead. Ghost didn’t yet.

“If this is real, why are you always here when i wake up?”

“I don’t want you to wake up alone.”

“I barely know who you are. Why would you care?”

Soap stared at him.

“Please don’t bring up the memory thing again.”

“It’s the memory thing again.”

“Why? What did i do to deserve you?” Ghost looked at him and it took Soap to realize what he was asking.

“You saved my life. You let me in. You didn’t judge me too harshly.” He leaned in, very slow so Simon could pull away. He kissed him softly and maybe some cheesy part of him hoped he’d pull away and Ghost would be fixed.

“Johnny. I really hope you’re real.” Ghost mumbled against him. He grabbed his shirt, trying to pull him closer but Soap stopped him.

“You have a still healing bullet wound. I’ll hurt you.” Soap said softly to him, cupping his face. Pretty eyelashes. Giant brown eyes. Just as gorgeous as always. “Do you want me to get you a surgical mask?”

“Yes.” Ghost nodded and Soap got him one, watching him cover that part of his face. Soap watched him eventually go to sleep.

Johnny tried to stay up but it was pointless. He fell asleep.

When he woke up, he heard movement but he assumed it was Price or one of the nurses, eyes staying closed. He felt gloved hands on his face a minute later and groaned.

“Johnny.”

Ghost.

Soap knew as soon as he heard him. He threw himself at him, making him stumble.

“Healing bullet wound, remember?” Ghost didn’t seem all that upset though.

"There you are. Fuck." He kissed his face all over, gripping his shoulders tight. "Don't ever fucking do that again."

"I'll try not to get another head injury. Where's my mask?"

Soap pulled away just long enough to find it and give it to him. He patted over him, as if checking for injuries again. "How did you get out of the cuffs?"

"Picked the lock."

"You're a scary bastard sometimes." Soap kissed Ghost until he was physically shoved away to let the man breath.

Ghost huffed and relaxed. "That was hell... Thanks for sticking with me."

"Aye... You said you didn't like my voice."

"Because I don't"

"Ouch." Soap held his hand over his heart.

"Okay, I like it a little."

"There you go, big guy."

[sofasoap]

Lastochka - Night

Pairing : Nikolai x F!Reader ( OC/Mini MacTavish)

Summary: Two can play the game.

Timeline-wise around Part III, before the hostage incident.

Part I , Part II, Interlude,Part III,Part IV,Part V,Epilogue

WARNING: Explicit. Smut warning. swearing.

Thanks to @homicidal-slvt for planting ideas into my brain. this whole series is all for you :)

My usual thanking @saltofmercury, mother of Mini, for lending me the character :) Please go and check out her fics!

“masterlist” for Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

Everything changed after the first kiss. 

He becomes more bold with his touch, deliberately brushing against your body every time you pass by each other, Always sitting beside you whenever he gets the chance, snaking his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his side. 

Ruffling your hair before slipping his hand ever so lightly down your neck, caressing the nape of your neck before giving you a wink, making you burn up like a furnace.

Leaving his shirt unbuttoned on a hot day, as he takes a big swig of water, deliberately letting it spill over, your eyes follow the droplets gliding down his chin, along his neck and finally wetting his gold necklace and chest, dusted with dark fine hair. You can just see the corner of his mouth curling so slightly as he caught you gawking at his beautiful form.

Two can play this game, you decided. 

Lying your head on his thigh while he is busy going through the flight plan, he would peek down at you through the gaps, eyebrow arching. With a sultry smile, You run your hand sensually down the length of your body, lingering a bit between your thighs. You can see his eyes darkening as you stick two of your fingers in your mouth, licking and biting on it. 

Or groaning loudly after you pick up a box of supply, in the most obscene way possible, so much so the team will turn around and look at you, totally confused.  Stealing a glance at him, you can see him clenching his jaw, trying to control his urge. 

“You are playing a very dangerous game here, lastochka.”  He warned you once he pulled you into the shadow of the building, while everyone else was away in the mess hall, busily celebrating the success of the latest mission.  

“You started it.” You flash him the most innocent smile on your face as your finger slips through the opening of his shirt, playing with the chain of his gold necklace and dog tag. He growled as he grabbed your face, slightly rough, and crashed his mouth into yours. 

LIttle moments like these are rare to come by, and the two of you always make the most of it. The sexual tension between you two is starting to get unbearable. 

Caught up in the moment  you started to grind against him as he nudged your lips open with his tongue, deepening the kiss. You can hear his guttural moan before grabbing your waist with one of his hands to stop you.

“Not here my little bird… not here.” You whined as you tried to chase his mouth for more kisses as he reluctantly pulled away from you. He closes his eyes as he leans his forehead against yours, gently brushing your cheek with his knuckles, taking deep breaths in. “I want our first time to be in a nice soft bed, not in the middle of a battlefield. Because,” planting a soft kiss on your lip, full of love,” my beautiful Goddess deserves nothing but the best. I will worship every bit of your body, with all my soul.” 

Price must have caught on what is going on between you two. But he never said anything. He would look at you, and to his friend with a frown before narrowing his eyes at Nikolai,Don’t mess this up, his eyes warned.

Finally during a bit of break between long missions, two of you snuck away, separately to avoid anyone’s suspicion. Away from all the chaos, prying eyes, a little safe house in the middle of countryside he knew people hardly used to spend quality time with each other. 

You woke up in the middle of night, as you felt his lip peppering you with kisses.

“… Nik?” 

“Mmm.” 

“ You are here.” Propping yourself up,smiled lazily as you returned his kisses. 

“Where else would I be?” He smirked. 

With the dim night light, you can see he has already taken his shirt off, discarded carelessly on the floor. 

“Someone’s eager.” You teased as he kneeled on the bed, legs on each side of yours, hovering over you. 

“Well, you are the one to talk.” His darkened eyes roam hungrily at your already naked body, full of lust and desire. When he came into the bedroom, seeing your beautiful body, draped only in the thin bed sheet, his already hardened cock twitched. He has been a very patient man, waiting for you, and now, tonight, he can finally have you. 

You licked your lip as you watched him slowly pull his belt off, you can see his full arousal even before he removes his trousers. You gasped loudly as he finally shredded all of his clothes. 

“I did say I will make your jaw drop.” Oh him and his cocky attitude,he laughed at your reaction as your eyes widened and gaping as his hardened cock, dripping with precum, you are sure he is bigger than any of the lovers you had before him. Your core burns with desire as your mind starts to imagine how deliciously filled and stretched you will be once he is within you. 

Pouting slightly as you extend your hand out for him, inviting him into your space, he gently kisses your wrist, working his way up your arm, while keeping his eye contact with yours. 

You gasped as he reached your neck, biting and sucking, leaving his marks behind.

“Making sure everyone will know you belong to me later on.” He muttered as he buried his head into the crook of your neck and grasped one of your breasts, gently massaging it.

You feel like you're going to burst into flame with anticipation, as he leaves trails of kisses down your body, towards the valley between your thighs. 

Nudging your legs apart slowly, he ran his callous finger up and down the wet folds of your sex, 

“So wet for me already?” he chuckled as he inserted a finger pumping it slowly, eliciting a moan from you.  “Got to get you nicely prepared, my милая, look how tight you are.” You bucked your hip as he inserted another finger in, carefully twisting it. “I can’t wait to feel your tight cunt wrapped around my cock. Have you screaming out loud my name.” He leaned forward, tongue swirling around your clit. You grabbed onto his hair, pushing him closer, wanting more.  

You were sobbing and withering away in ecstasy as he speeding up the pumping of his finger, curling up ever so slightly to hit the soft spot that makes you shudder, and finally grasping tightly to the sheet as he making you cum hard by sucking and humming against your clit. 

Giving you no chance of recovery,he pushes and move himself back up towards you, leaning down to give you a deep kiss as he lined himself up against your soaking wet opening, sliding with ease in with one thrust. You hissed ,still overly sensitive from the blessed high you have only experienced minute ago, you clinch down hard on his large cock, eliciting a loud groan from him. 

Holding you close while both of you take a moment to adjust to each other, he caresses your hair while whispering words of encouragement into your ear. You close your eyes,nuzzling your face into his neck, running your hand up and down his back as you enjoy the feeling of him fully seated inside you, stretching like you have never experienced before. 

Starting slowly, he moves his hip, sliding the whole length of his cock out before slamming back into you, again and again.  With each thrust, you moan and cry out to him, begging him to go faster. 

“Patience my lastochka,” opening your eyes, you can see him grinning,”let me enjoy you, and making sure,” adjusting himself, changing the angle slightly to push himself deeper into you, “that your body will be craving for me,” and another harsh thrust, “and ONLY for me from now on.” 

Hitting your sweet spot as he speeds up, you can feel the distinctive coil deep down, you instinctively hook your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He must have sensed it too, he stopped his thrust, and you looked at him with confusion, and a squeal as he pulled you up into seating position. OH.

“I did promise you to go for a good ride didn’t I?” He purred into your ear, as grabbed onto your waist, lightly thrusting up. You nodded your head, slightly shy all of sudden from remembering your dream. Grabbing onto his shoulders, you adjust your legs slightly, to straddle him better. Lifting yourself off before sinking back down into his cock, you rolled your head back,enjoying him from this new position, with him trailing kisses down your neck.

“That’s it my beautiful Goddess, come for me.” Your mind went blank, eyes rolling back as he started sucking your nipple, digging your nail into his shoulder, the other grabbing his gold chain, screaming out as you came harder than before.  During the haziness of riding out your orgasm, you can feel his thrust getting more sloppy before letting out a loud groan, his own orgasm hitting him, coating your wall with his hot cum. 

The room was silent apart from the sound of both of you panting away, trying to steady the breath. 

Your eyes started to flutter close, totally drained out from the love making session. You wrap your arms around Nikolai’s neck, snuggling into him, dozing off. 

“Come on little bird. Need to clean you up.” Shaking your head, too tired to move. He reluctantly pulls out from you, gently laying you back down into bed, before heading towards the bathroom. You shiver slightly, missing his warm body. 

He returned with a warm towel, cleaning you up with such tenderness, like you are his most treasured prize. 

Climbing back into bed with you, covering both up with the blanket, and caging you into his embrace. 

“Sleep well my lastochka.” He murmured into your ear, before sleep took over both of you. 

“Mini! Did you hear what I said?” One of the fellow medic nudges you with their elbow. Blinking a few times before mumbling an apology, you turn your attention back to the group you are currently sitting with at the bar.

It’s one of the post-mission nights when a few people from the base gather at the bar near the barrack, enjoying a bit of down time.

“Looking at the boys again?” One of the soldiers teased you. You made a face before taking a sip of your beer, not answering the question directly.

“I don’t know how you aren’t together with one of them, I mean,” waving her hand towards where the task force 141 men are sitting, “look at them!!”, few of them mumbled in agreement.

Rolling your eyes, “Come on, they are like brothers to me. ONE of them is my REAL brother for fucks sake.” You scrunch your face.

“How about Captain Price?”  

You Groaned. “Can you imagine falling in love with your DAD?!!!” 

“Um, fair enough. OH,what about,” Pointing to Nikolai, who is currently in deep discussion of some sort with Price, “That Russian pilot, he has been pretty flirtatious with you, he’s not bad either.” 

You turn your head slightly, Nikolai sees your group’s attention was all on him, he lifts his glass up,acknowledging the group and giving you a wink. 

“See! I am pretty sure he is interested in you.”

Well he better be interested in me, you thought as you played with the chain of your dog tag. Because I already fucked and married that man.

The morning after your first night together, Nikolai woke up by himself, he wandered into the kitchen, his heart soared when he saw you, standing with your back to him, wearing nothing but his shirt, swinging your hip to the jazz music you are currently playing on your phone, cooking breakfast. 

Sense of domesticity hits him. Like the task force 141 men, most of his life has been covered with violence and bloodshed. His life sways between the above-board and underworld, he has many allies as he has enemies. He never had chances for creating a family, or even remember when was the last time he had communications with his own family back in Russia. 

He silently moved forward, hugging you from behind, burying his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

“OH! Good morning love.” You lean your head into him, smiling. “I am sorry if I was a bit too loud, waking you up.”

“Be mine.”he murmured.

“Mmm?”

“Be mine, my little bird.”

“I am already yours, you bampot.” You elbowed him lightly, “Unless you didn’t remember any of what happened last night.” You blushed.

“… be mine forever.”

You froze. Blinking a few times, you weren’t quite sure if you had heard him right. Reaching out to turn the stove off, you turned around in his arm, lifting his face with one of your hands, the other brushing his messy morning hair away from his face so you can look into his beautiful brown eyes.

“… you really mean it?” You whispered, a hint of insecurity sipping through. He leans down to give you a soft kiss. “I don’t offer or promise anything I cannot commit to, lastochka.” 

You never know what prompted you to say yes that day. But most of the time you trust your gut instinct, and that has saved you many times. 

Steering the topic away successfully from yourself, the group of you spend the rest of the night gossiping about other soldier’s love life and remembering those who have unfortunately never returned from the battlefield. 

One by one, people start to leave as it gets later and later into the night. Soap came up to you as the group was leaving, to check if you were going to leave with them as well.

You shook your head and lifted your new glass of whisky up, “Just ordered this. Plus I want to have some peace and quiet after all those gossipers begging me for your phone number.” You handed the three boys various pieces of paper, with numbers scribbled on them. “Here you go boys. Up to you what you want to do with them. My wingwoman duties are done.” You stick your tongue out at them. Giving them each with a big hug before shooing them back to the base, you let out a sigh as you finally get a bit of quietness for the first time that night. 

“This seat taken?” You heard Nikolai’s husky voice as he slip up behind you.

“Depends?” You giggled. “Come on. Take a seat with me. Where is Captain?”

“He left right after the boys left.” Ordering a glass of vodka for himself, he sat down beside you.

Leaning into your husband’s shoulder, he slid his hand under the bar table, threading his fingers between yours as he grabbed your hand. 

You haven’t seen each other for a few weeks. And soon you will be sent away again into another covert mission. 

You couldn’t refuse this one. Laswell and Price promised you it wouldn’t take you away too long. Only downside will be you will be going dark, all by yourself, for the duration of the mission. 

“…. I have accepted another mission, We will have to go dark for a while Nik, it won’t take too long. I’ll be back before you know it.” You smile up at him, stroking his hand. “I already told Captain I will take a bit of time off, no more missions for a while, we can finally go on the honeymoon we have planned for God knows how long.”

He frowned. He doesn’t like you going on covert missions, you are not a trained soldier like the others, nor were you trained for undercover or covert missions. But he knows if Price or Laswell had to ask you, they had no other candidates or they were desperate for help.

“Make sure you pull out if anything goes wrong, don’t be a hero, alright?” He kisses you, expressing his worries. 

“You know me, very good at running away.” He side eyed you as you try to reassure him., “I will be alright Love. I promise you.” 

Neither of you knew a few weeks after, you would disappear, sparking a huge rescue mission and return as a broken woman. 

@homicidal-slvt,

You can see I seriously gave up on the smut scene at the end lol. I really suck at it. I admire those who can write a great smut scene that flows.

taglist:

@roosterr @preciouslittlecreature

@boughhs 

[acapelladitty]

RiddleBird - First Kisses 💋

Summary: A small trio of snippets following the timeline of the various first kisses that occur between Edward and Oswald. This is my gift to the lovely @luckyspade-8 as part of a discord exchange 💖🎉.

“I’m not fond of white wine.” Edward announced with the confidence of a man who thought his opinion meant something significant. “It doesn’t sit well in the ol-”

“Well, you’ll be delighted to know that I don’t plan on forcing any down your gullet.” Oswald interrupted, sparing a mildly appraising glance towards the very expensive chardonnay which sat pretty in his chilled glass, a single droplet racing down the curved side.

“I’ve recently acquired a taste for whisky.” Edward continued, not fazed in the slightest by the mild criticism as he swirled his gin and tonic around playfully. “Selina recently acquired a cask of single malt scotch whisky from a shipment designated for Sionis. Macallan. Forty years. A Speyside whisky. Delightful in the mouth.”

A certain wistfulness entered Edward’s tone as his gaze dipped to his drink once more, as though he could command the liquid to transform at will.

“I would hope so. For over 40k a bottle, I would expect a certain level of delight to be stored in every drop.”

“40k huh?” Edward whistled. “I didn’t know it was that well-priced.”

Oswald narrowed his eyes slightly, the pulsing beat of the techno band which he had been convinced to hire to secure a more youthful clientele rattling the darkened windows which surrounded his office. It wasn’t to his taste, but a quick check in with the bar had reported record sales for this quarter so he wasn’t going to complain.

“Yes, you did. You wouldn’t have mentioned it otherwise.”

Edward laughed and the genuine nature of it forced a small smile to tug at the edges of Oswald’s own lips – a movement he covered by sipping from his glass once again.

“You know me too well, you crafty old bird.”

A fact which didn’t go unnoticed by both men – their fraught relationship simmering from youthful rivals in the criminal game to gentlemen of leisure who understood that birds of a feather would, more often than not, benefit from flocking together.

“I will keep it in mind for your next birthday. I need some ideas anyway.”

“A whole ten months wait? Is that how the King of Gotham treats his subjects? I would have thought myself privy to special treatment by now.” Rolling his eyes, Edward inclined his head towards Oswald as he dropped his crossed leg to plant it firmly against the carpet while reclying comfortably in his seat.

“You get enough from me.” Oswald bit back without fire. “Besides, if I am your King then your manners have been seriously lacking. Perhaps I’ll have your head for your various little treasons against me.”

Moving with all the poise of a snake closing in on fresh prey, Edward slipped from his head to cross the small space to Oswald. Without hesitation he grabbed at the free hand which was not wrapped around a wine glass and brough it to his lips; pressing a quick, unflattering kiss to the back of Oswald’s hand before releasing it and dipping into a flourished bow.

“Apologies, my King.”

Caught off-guard by the sudden intrusion into his personal space, a nervous bubble of laughter rose in Oswald’s throat and he allowed it to burst free as Edward returned to his seat – the kissed skin of his hand retaining a warmth which he would think on more when his belly wasn’t full of expensive chardonnay.

x-x-x-x-x

Arkham had been unkind to Edward. The mild gauntness which hung across his thin frame would have been concerning to anyone who would dare to be concerned about such a madman.

“You’re thinner than ever.” Eyes flicking across the pacing figure of Edward, Oswald tapped his thick fingers against the hard wood of his desk. It was true. Arkham was not a environment where the genius flourished and it showed easily in both his physical and mental demeanour.

It had also not escaped Oswald’s attention that Edward had visited him before any other potential help and that fact sat comfortably in his chest – igniting a suspiciously smug feeling.

“Hardly my biggest concern.” Edward replied in a tight voice, his hands clenched in the loose fabric of the t-shirt which hung from his chest.

Oswald sniffed. “It’s somewhat irritating.”

“Irritating?” Pausing long enough to fix Oswald with a questioning glance, Edward truly looked like a boy in man’s clothing. The spark of life which animated his typical movements seemed dimmed, lost to the weeks he had spent in medicated hell.

“Yes, irritating.” Oswald repeated with a small smile as he rose from his seat, gesturing to the large unopened package which lay off to the side of his office. “Particularly since I just had these delivered.”

Edward remained silent, watching with curiosity as Oswald walked over to the package and rapped it with the edge of his knuckles.

“Three brand new suits. Emerald. With black question mark accents on one.” Oswald explained, his eyes narrowing slightly as he attempted to remember exactly what the hell he had ordered all those months ago. “Includes both black and light purple shirts to allow for some customization. I got them from that excellent tailor in Metropolis who customises my own suits. I thought you may need them due to your recent spate of troubles.”

Something in Edward’s expression shifted, melancholy quickly replacing itself with a fondness which only further sparked the warmth in Oswald’s chest.

“Oz, I don’t know- I don’t think I can accep-”

“You can and you will.”

Determined, Oswald slipped away from the package and strode over to Edward’s position. His steps felt light and the heat in his chest only seemed to increase as he came to stand before Edward – his head tilting up in such a way that the light caught the back of Edward’s hair in such a way that the red strands appeared to almost glow. A fiery halo encasing handsome features which Oswald had long since grown fond of.

Seized by boldness as Edward met his gaze, Oswald pushed his head up to press his lips against Edward’s in a chaste kiss – his heart beating erratically in his chest as he made the first move for once. Edward’s lips were chapped, rough against his own, but it made no difference to him as Edward froze in place for a second before his body loosened, his head tilting down as he allowed Oswald to kiss him.

It was no great kiss of passion, no bodice-ripping expression of desire, but it was simple and it was nice and, to Oswald, it felt as natural as the day was long.

x-x-x-x-x

In the miserable chill of the Gotham winter, neither man seemed bothered by the cool air which washed over their heated frames as they moved frantically atop Oswald’s ostentatious bed. A lack of serious plans had allowed for a longer morning lie-in and gentle petting had quickly ramped up into a fun, playful session of foreplay which Edward was more than happy to take the lead on.

His back pressed to the sheets, a thin sheen of sweat coated Oswald’s body as his propped head followed Edward’s erratic movements while his chest heaved with the effort of keeping his hands curled within the sheets.

Edward’s lips were hot as they travel across Oswald’s body, kissing every inch of the wide expanse of flesh that he could as he passed over it. First, he started on his neck, dragging his blunt teeth across the pulse of Oswald’s neck in such a way that a thoroughly embarrassing moan had slipped free of his lips and been rewarded with a knowing chuckle.

Then he moved lower and Oswald’s breath caught in his throat as Edward planted a series of small kisses along the swell of his stomach, the skin there mottled with stretchmarks and sparse hair.

The intimacy of it made his heart feel light and he was unable to stop his left hand as it crept free of the sheets to card through Edward’s hair, messing up the shock of red even further as he enjoyed the simple act.

No one had kissed him like this before as he was unsure he ever wanted it to end.

Melting into the touch, Edward pulled his lips free of Oswald’s skin – his upper chest gently brushing the tip of Oswald’s straining cock as he tilted his face up to meet Oswald’s eyes with his own emerald gaze.

“You okay, Oz?”

Not quite trusting his voice, Oswald could only nod as a small smile tilted the edges of his curled lips.

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

[ injury ] a careful kiss on a partner's wound to make it all better - for Rory & Price :3

Thank you Mari!! Love getting the chance to write these two as an established relationship (the way I'm eyeing the actual mw games timeline and wanting to write it but this damn prequel has to be finished first lol)

Just a quick little snippet (i took some liberties with it being a wound, it's a scar instead):

Her fingers trailed over the fresh taut, pink skin of the scar that ran along his shoulder. Her brows furrowing at the sight of yet more scars added to the list of those that already scattered his skin. For all the years he'd been a soldier and all the scars he'd collected, she'd committed every single one to memory. Rory knew where each one began and ended, could tell how deep the wound had been, and guessed how long it had taken to heal. 

But this one, this one was fresh.

“What are you looking at, love?” John peered up at her as he lay back against the pillows, his forehead creasing as he lifted his brow. Brushing his hand through his hair, feeling the sudden tension of being scrutinized by those hazel eyes of hers.

“This scar wasn't here before.” She traced the edge of it, gentle upon the sensitive flesh that pulled at the freckled skin around it, leaving it puckered. 

“‘Course it was.”

Her gaze snapped up to meet him, her mouth drawn in a straight line. She wasn't falling for it. “John, I've seen every single scar on your body, I would know when there's a new one I haven't seen before.”

He sighed, placing his hand on top of hers. “It's part of the job, you know that.”

“Doesn't mean I worry any less.” She stroked his jaw softly with her other hand. “I do happen to want you to come back to me in one piece when I’m not there to watch your back.” Leaning down her lips brushed against his as her choppy waves of hair fell into her face, looking at him eye to eye.  “Am I going to have to teach your lads how to properly cover your six?”

“I’m sure you could whip ‘em into shape,” he chuckled, his trademark smirk curling his mouth. 

She shook her head, huffing out a laugh as she rolled her eyes at that damn grin of his and the twinkle in his eyes, and then placed her lips upon the scar, peppering the surrounding area with tender kisses, applying as little pressure to it as possible. 

His muscles flexed under her, goosebumps raising across his skin in a wave as her warm breath fanned against him. “You ever think maybe you should have been a nurse instead? You’ve got one hell of a bedside manner.”

“And you are a bloody pillock,” she said before kissing his mouth, smiling against his lips.

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

COD things I think about just price being a dad towards his team makes me soft, also nik and price being married is so funny and also gives good angst prompts, and I always see this but graves trying to makes moves on soap and everyone stops him because they know he is a red flag (they are also jealous how graves make soap laugh so much he puts his hand on his chest) and prevents him for going further with soap.

I’ve been seeing so many Nik x Price fanarts on my twitter timeline and I’m living for it aye, that shit is just so good.

The one prompt I’ve got sticking out in my mind about Nik and Price is Nik coming back from his own little mission, tired as anything but excited to see his not-husband-husband (because ‘Nik, I’ll not say you’re my husband if you don’t give me a proper wedding day. I haven’t lived this long for nothing.’)

But he’s excited, smiling to himself as he thinks of the man, but the first thing he comes across is so wildly reminiscent of a husband coming home after work to his kids and partner in absolute chaos that he just freezes and stares for far too long.

There Soap and Gaz are, halfway up a flagpole and yelling down at Ghost who literally looks like he’s about to climb the damn thing, while Price stands to the side looking like a tired dad that can’t help but be endlessly amused and fond.

Nik walks over, still staring at the scene but taking a moment to pull Price into his side so he can kiss the side of his head before he’s asking what the fuck is going on.

Price snorts, waving a hand toward them uselessly as he speaks, “Oh y’know Soap. He was being a shit and dragged Garrick into it which ended up with Simon in the middle. They figured he’d have too much pride to climb a flagpole to get them but he’s seriously been considering it.”

Nic hums, smile cracking across his face when a startled scream and dread filled wail escape the two sergeants once Ghost actually starts climbing the damn thing.

“And you haven’t done anything because?” Price sighed again, head falling to the side so he could bury his face in Nik’s neck in an attempt to block out their madness.

“Was waiting for you to get back so you could give me some patience.” The pilot laughs a little louder this time, giving the man a longer lasting kiss for his troubles before sending him off.

“Do this now and I’ll make you some of that stew you enjoy so much.” Price is reluctant still, but he’s afraid of what will happen if he actually lets Ghost reach his sergeants while they’re still up that pole so he goes.

And if Nikolai’s promise of good food and his company makes him just a touch less harsher than he should’ve been then you won’t see any of the guys complaining about it.

~~~~

Oh my god! The 141 glaring Graves down or purposely steering Soap away from him at every available chance? Oof, thats fun.

That mf would get so salty he’d purposely start getting bolder with his flirting attempts and make shittier jokes, because if his time with Soap is gonna get cut down he’s gonna make sure it’s still worth it.

Price desperately wants to just kick the American out on his ass and call it a day but he knows Soap’s got a bit of a soft spot for him, plus he’d actually face very real and very serious repercussions from his superiors if he did that with no reason… viable reason that is.

Gaz shamelessly interrupts and drags Soap away whenever he catches so much as a glimpse of Graves near them. He can barely stand him on a good day, let alone one where he’s constantly going after his best friend.

Ghost doesn’t do much more than stare him tf down in that silent, semi-creepy way he has. Graves gets wildly unsettled by it because he knows (in his little lizard brain) that if he were to go toe to toe with him, not only would he lose but he’d also disappear off the face of the Earth. And that’s the last thing he wants right now.

Soap of course doesn’t have a damn clue, is honestly just happy to be with his team as often as he has been lately. He also enjoys hanging out with Graves, he likes having someone he can just have casual, light conversations with where its nothing more than good laughs and friendly interactions.

[rogue-and-the-warlock]

Lilith Answers the Knock on her Cabin Door

Spoilers for Verse 2 Ballad of the Nightmare Krew. The kiss scene in the library is iconic and I kept wondering how this confession would have happened if Lilith had been there to answer to the knock on her cabin door when Ember came back to the Nightmare Krew. This is my alternate timeline version of events while still trying to stay true to what the characters said/felt.

This was pain.

It was a sensation both unbearable and intoxicating, a fire that consumed him from within yet left him feeling more alive than ever. This was not the kind of affliction that could be soothed by magic's touch or healed by any mortal means. It was a wound of the soul, an incurable ache that defied remedy. His heart was a burning thing in his chest, the flames and heat radiating to every inch of him. He thought proximity would assuage it. But being near stoked the fire. This was pain like he had never felt, and he’d be lying to himself if he didn’t say a large part of him thought it was exquisite. 

He would take this pain at its height for the rest of his life instead of the dull, dormant ache it used to be. He welcomed the pain, embraced it as a small price to pay for the chance to be near her once more. 

But as Ember shook his head, the feverish turmoil within him refused to abate. His mind had been burning since he set foot on the living ship. No. It had started the moment the Nightmare Krew stepped through the door in the backroom of the tavern in Reva. The coals of a fire he had thought he’d stifled flared to life in his chest when his old companions walked in but there had been one member suspiciously missing. Where was she? Was she hurt? Why had she not come? 

So many questions. So many doubts. So much unsaid between them. 

He’d gambled on her unseen presence in that room, on the hope that she was alive and she had come for him. Although she used what little magic she had sparingly, she too, had a specific scent and Ember caught it faintly in the room.  She always spoke about magic and how she could smell it, never realizing that she herself had a scent. Her magic smelled like clean, cold air in the winter. She was hiding and well if his new patron hadn’t sensed her. 

His gamble paid off, she was there with him and the Nightmare Krew. Invisible and whispering into his ear in a manner that implied an intimacy he thought he’d forfeited months ago. Had he been standing, he was sure his knees would have buckled at the relief of her being alive and being there for him. 

With every passing moment, the flames of longing burned brighter, threatening to consume him entirely. And though he ached to reach out and take her in his arms, he knew that to do so would only fan the flames further. So he remained still, trapped in torment of his own making, yearning for a touch he dared not seek.

In that moment, he had sought to wound her - wound them all, to sever the ties that bound them. Yet, in his heart of hearts, he knew it was a feeble attempt to deceive himself. He had tried to convince himself that his chapter with the Nightmare Krew had closed, that his connection with Lilith had been extinguished. Yet, as he felt her slip away into the shadows, the flames within him flickered, diminishing but leaving behind a raw ache that gnawed at his soul. And in that ache lay a deeper, more profound agony.

Now, on the ship, bound for a battle to determine the fate of worlds, Ember had enough of things left unspoken and enough of his doubts. 

With a hesitant rap on the door of her cramped cabin, Ember attempted to steady his nerves. At the end of this conversation, Things would be different. One way or another. 

The door opened a crack, revealing her luminous blue skin and silver hair.  Her amber eyes met his with a vitriolic coldness he was not prepared for. “What do you want? I’m not in the mood.” She moved to close the door. 

“Please,” Ember pleaded, his hand pressing lightly against the door to keep it open. “We need to speak.” His heart was hammering as she paused for what felt like a lifetime.

“We spoke. You said your piece, I said mine. What’s done is done. Now go run off to pray to your new lady or whatever the fuck she is.” Lilith retorted, her voice thick with emotion.

“Lilith,” Ember breathed, his heart sinking at the venom in her tone.

“Yes, Ash?” The words stung more than Ember expected it to. His new name had felt right, but hearing her say it, he realized how much he’d loved hearing his old name on her lips.

There was a long pause as they both stared into each other's eyes, daring the other to look away. He had so much to say, but he couldn’t do it in the threshold of her cabin door, so close to the eyes and ears of the others. This was something only for the two of them. He leaned into the door, his breath mingling with hers. He whispered, “Lilith, I’m trying. Please. I’m so sorry.” 

She heaved an exasperated sigh. “20 minutes.”

Relief flooded through him as he took a step forward into her cabin. She put a hand on his chest to stop him and he almost collapsed and the feeling of her touch. 

“Not here. Rittenhask is a busybody and I’m not about to give him more to gossip with Yara about.” She slung her green jacket over her arm, slid two daggers into their holsters at her ribs and marched out of the cabin and up the narrow set of stairs that led to the upper decks leaving Ember to gawk and follow. 

Schooling himself, he rolled his shoulders and followed after but not too fast, lest she think him too keen. But wasn’t he? Why was he still playing this game? The whole point of him knocking on her door was to end the game. He quickened his pace. 

She was halfway up to the giant tree that also served as a crow’s nest by the time he reached the deck. 

“Come on, Kitty boy. I know you’re good at climbing trees.” Lilith taunted from above. 

Ember rolled his eyes, acknowledging her jab. She wasn't wrong—he had grown up living in trees. But this tree was different. Gronn, the Treant, was no ordinary tree. And Ember had just met them earlier today. A conversation before climbing all over them was in order. 

“Yarr, are you lookin’ to traverse my woody boughs this evening, Master Ash?” Gronn's rumbling voice echoed through the branches.

“Yes, Gronn, if you don’t mind.” Ember put a foot delicately on the nearest branch to test its support. 

“Well, then, as the Lady Lilith says, you best get to climbing, Kitty boy.” Gronn chuckled, adjusting his branches to make the climb easier.

Ember ascended, eventually reaching the crow's nest—a tiny, circular pavilion of black and grey wood, an ornamental masterpiece crafted from twining branches.

“Good to see you’re still in relatively good health since last we saw you.” Lilith grumbled as Ember settled into the nest.

“I like to keep in shape as best I can.” He adjusted the sleeves of his jacket. “Stamina is a very important thing to have these days.” He winked at her. She didn’t smile. It had been a test to see where she was energetically. To see what fragile ground he was to tread.

“Your twenty minutes have started.” She leaned against the central trunk of the tree and crossed her arms.

Ember's heart raced as he steeled himself for what was to come. He had to do this, to quell the burning uncertainty within him.

“I don’t regret leaving.”

“Great start.” Lilith interjected dryly. 

Ember pressed on, his words measured yet earnest. “I regret how I left. I’m sorry for that. I regret not reaching out to you. I wanted to, so many times, but I couldn’t.”

Lilith's response was pointed, her words heavy with sarcasm. "Were you incapable of speech during your absence? Did you forget how to write letters or weave sending magics?"

Ember's explanations spilled forth. “I couldn’t reach out to you because I needed to do things on my own. I needed to take care of the goals I’d promised myself I’d accomplish. If I reached out to you, I would have abandoned those. I would have come right back to you.”

“Right back to me? You mean right back to us.” 

Ember faltered, his resolve waning under her piercing gaze. “No. I mean yes. I didn’t lie when I said I wanted Leonidas reunited with his family, but… it was a lost cause when we got here. I gave up. But even then. If it had truly been a lost cause and we were all stuck here to make our own fate, I would have come back to you the moment you asked. Not for the others. That’s why I couldn’t contact you. My will wasn’t strong enough.”

“I have no power over you. I am not Amber or your lady of ravens. I do not lord any sort of bargain over your head. You are free to come and go as you wish. Don’t say that me reaching out to you to come back would have been the end of your decision making, Ash.”

“Lilith.” Ember pleaded. This was all going sideways. He was usually so good at this sort of thing. 

But Lilith's resolve remained firm. "Ash," she countered, her voice a dagger aimed at his heart.

“Don’t call me that.” Ember whispered, 

“It’s your new name.” Lilith reminded him, her eyes alight with the promise of a fight. “New world, new patron, new friends, new life, new name. Must be so fresh and exciting for you.” 

“It was neither of those things.” Ember confessed, his gaze fixed on the ground. 

“Then what was it? Why do it? Did you accomplish what you set out to do?”

“Not yet.” 

“So this is just another stop on your tour to accomplish your goal of what? Gaining wealth? Fame? Notoriety?” 

“Immortality.” he confessed, his admission hanging heavy in the air.

Lilith's reaction was swift, her tone laced with concern. "Don't joke about that."

Ember's response was somber, his gaze meeting hers with unwavering intensity. "I need a way to live longer."

“So you’re dying?” Lilith scoffed.

“Sooner than you.” Ember admitted.

“What does that mean?” 

“Lilith, you will live for hundreds of years. I’ll be lucky to reach eighty. I need more time. More time to do all the things I want to do. To see all the things I want to see. I need more time with - “ He held his breath. He was so close to that line they always toed. The things left unsaid. 

"With what?" Lilith pressed.

“More time for this.” He gestured to the two of them.

“Why?”

“You’re seriously asking?”

Several heartbeats passed of electric silence between them. They were both holding their breath, he realized. 

“It seems counterintuitive to abandon the person you claim to so desperately need more time with. Did you ever think that maybe I’d help you?” She challenged.

“Your plate is full.” 

“I decide when my plate is full. Not you. You never even allowed me the chance to be a good friend. You stole that chance from all of us and in return, you were very much not a good friend. I needed you. We all did. We still do. But I thought we were friends. I thought we understood each other. I thought you had me as much as I had you. I thought - “ She cut herself off, shaking her head and pursing her lips. 

“You thought there was more.” he whispered, eyes on the ground, afraid to see her expression.

“Was there?” 

His heart seized. “Of course.”

“And now?” 

“I don’t know.”

“You. Don’t. Know.” She weighed each word.

“If I knew that me leaving would cause this rift, this” he gestured to the space between them, “fissure, I never would have. I got scared of so many things. We were in a different world without a direction and a failed mission and I realized my main motivating factor wasn’t Leonidas and his family. It wasn’t the fate of Cordia and all its people. My main motivating factor was you. You are a force of nature, Lilith. I have never felt like this. Never felt like gravity itself has shifted to pull me toward a person. But with you, I do. Before, I wanted wealth and comfort, but then I met you and I didn’t care so much about that. I wanted time. I needed all the time. For you, it would be a season, but you are everything to me. I had to find more time, make more time and I couldn’t ask you to do that for me because -– because I didn’t know if you would want that or condone it, knowing where you come from. I don’t know. It all makes sense in my head, but hearing it out loud I feel like a twat.”

“You are a twat.” she whispered. 

“I am. I know.”

“Good.”

“Lilith.”

“Ember.” She met his gaze.

He moved closer to her, testing the fragile ground again. She allowed his advance until he was standing over her. He leaned a hand up against the trunk behind her. “You are my north star. I would follow you anywhere. I just want more time to do so.” His heart galloped. 

“So after this, you’ll go back to trying to find more? Make more?” She searched his face.

"Yes. But, in all my research, this kind of thing comes with a cost. I need something—someone—to come back to. Whether you want to be that someone is your choice, but—"

“And you don’t want my help? Our help?” her eyes darted below to the ship and its sleeping inhabitants. 

“Where does that fit into your plan with the Sage and Revan? The more time you spend away from Cordia, the worse it could be. We left a brewing war. Who knows what’s happened since.” 

“Ember,” She grabbed his collar, pulling him ever so closer. “I don’t know if I can do what I need to do in Revan without you. Just like you need me, I need you.” 

Ember's fiery heart was running away with itself, the delicious pain at an all-new high. "I’ll stay until we stop the Sage," he murmured, unable to resist leaning closer to her.

Lilith’s eyes drifted to the collar of his jacket, she stroked the embroidery along the edges. “I’ve never been adept at magics and the knowledge that surrounds it. I know it’s a learned skill, but I think you also have to be drawn to it. You and the veil have to be in sync before you ever learn a spell or hand gesture or incantation. I never felt that pull. Not to that, at least. But I’ve seen others who have and are innately tied to the veil. To magic itself. Kallias is. They are doused in that aura. It’s like a glowing light that surrounds them. Sometimes out of the corner of my eye, I can see it. But with you,” She turned her gaze to his. “Of all the beings I’ve encountered in all the worlds who have been doused in that magical aura, to me, you have always been the brightest star. The most powerful.” 

Ember couldn't resist the pull any longer. His mouth was on hers immediately, overcome with all they had finally said. There was still so much more but this was a start. This he could work with. This they could build off of. 

She leaned into the kiss, drawing him closer as she clutched his jacket in her hands. It was better than anything he’d dreamt of all those months on the road and at sea, when he’d fallen in love with her. That fire in his heart roared and he broke the kiss with a laugh before she claimed his lips again.

Far below the crow’s nest, a crash rang out, startling them both and ending the kiss. They were left panting, smiles playing on their lips. Gods, how he loved to make her smile.

She put three fingers to his mouth, signaling for silence. Lilith crept to the edge of the railing, peering down to inspect the source of the noise. After a moment, she tiptoed back.

“Kallias.” She whispered. “They knocked over one of Rek’s new experiments. Nothing alive or dangerous.” She smirked and pulled him closer, their bodies pressed against the tree trunk. She leaned in, teasingly stopping just before another kiss.

“We’ll talk more later?” she asked earnestly.

Ember purred and leaned in to hotly whisper in her ear. “Later. My 20 minutes are up. No more talking.”

[girlywritesfics]

"...you asked."

Part 2

Changed some details.

*I do not own these characters *

" ..I'm still waiting,.." Joseph let out an audible sigh and teary eyed smile graced his face.

"...I missed you dad..."

"...I missed you too son...you know, it's only been a couple days I-"

"it's been more than a couple days dad..."

"What do you mean?"

Elijah comes in and fortunately chimes in, "he means we all end up dying in the parking lot-'s all part of my grand plan-"

"grand plan?!" Questions David.

With a smile on his $face, explains his entire plan to prove his theory of superheroes can exist and went in great detail about needing to create a fight between David and the beast.

"I streamed the live footage in her surveillance room!" He said smiling, which earned him looks of devastation from both David and Kevin.

Casey looked at Kevin to see if it was still him and not the other alters. She slightly squeezes his hand for confirmation. He immediately acknowledges it and very gently squeezed back, placing his other hand on top of hers.

Poor thing looked like he was about to cry, so she quickly intertwined her fingers with his,to show him that she's here for him. He was taken aback by intimate way she held his hand, but he also did like it. He really liked it.

Elijah notices,and continues to explain.

"The plan was never a suicide mission or to hurt any of you, just cause...it was to prove that everyone is capable of being a superhero, you set the example, yet, it's your family, or love, who saved the day in the end,..they're the superheroes in the end."

David looks at his son, who is focused on the road, but will occasionally acknowledge his father.

Wiťh a big appreciating smile,

"Thank you Casey, Joseph..." he turns his head to face Ms. Price.

"Thank you mama! " She smiled shaking her head and kissed his head happily.

Kevin looks at Casey with a small. She returns it, with another squeeze of his hand to assure herself that this is real.

"I don't want to ruin the moment, but where exactly are we going? "Asked David.

"Right, we are going to their timeline-" takes a pause to get confirmation from his mother.

"The year 2025!" He smiled from ear to ear.

Kevin looks Casey again with wonder and fear that he never felt before.

"So you're my age then," he mentally scolds asking such a perverted question.

"Yeah!" With a big smile on her face that makes him blush wildly, "don't worry, I'm not going anywhere no matter how much you want me gone." She says humorously knowing that he would never want her gone.

It was like she could read his mind and knew what was worrying him.

They arrived at their destination. A massive mansion that appeared to be several years old, in the middle of nowhere.

The machine Elijah built as a kid, was ready. He turned it on, as he hit a button causing a ticking noise that scared everyone.

"What's that!?" Asked David.

"A detonator." He casually responded.

"A detonator!?" David retorted back in a panic.

"-every trace of this machine must be destroyed, don't worry it'll go off after go."

With a flip of a switch,the once clean and organized room became completely destroyed. They made it.

"Time for act II," with a large smile says,

"...taking down the clover society..."

[lunaetis]

@scrtilegii asked :

' solar systems have collapsed for the hour of our meeting to be able to emerge. they will continue to collapse in order for our relation to be preserved. as a harbinger of destruction and ruin, this is a truth not bound to stir dread into my spirit. yet, may you truly say the same? can you accept, in full, the very knowing that, for a kiss alone to be afforded to us both, stars will continue to die? ' ( Sephiroth said it was his turn to maneuver the braincell so hi hello Hina we are politely requesting Stella <3 )

unprompted. || always accepting

─「ステラ」─  their meeting was DEFYING FATE AND LOGIC. nothing about them being able to find each other and stay together was natural. abnormality. outlier. ANOMALY. each passing second the two souls were allowed to meet, something else had to pay the price. it had, and always been like that. in order to keep the soul that should've perished along with the collapsed timeline, there were consequences.

                in their cases, because she was a LOST STAR destined to perish along with every constellations made up her universe and world, the same amount of stars were required to keep her light burning. it wasn't just hers, was it ? HIS, too, his existence that defied the time and fate itself. both of them, standing before one another — the cruelty of the truth.

                perhaps, stella could never bring herself to redeem herself for the sins which piled up with each passing second. his words were a REMINDER of reality, of the consequences and the price she had to bear in order to be with him. for her to ESCAPE her own demise was one thing, the death of her home planet was the payment to her existence, but oh ... how fate wouldn't let her have the peace of mind of finding her destined one without a cost.

                " for a miracle to happen, a tragedy must occur. time after time. i have seen it. they all went out, one after another. one universe to another. and i finally found you. " or was it him who found her ? the lost star wasn't sure, either. but did it really matter ? the TORTUROUS TRUTH of it all was that more stars will have to die in order for them to exist in the same plane, same reality, same universe.

                agony struck at her, again and again, but it didn't stop stella from taking a step closer to him. gaze of burning emerald bore into her AMETHYST ones, and she felt her heart skip a beat. it was, once again, reminding her how only for this person it shall beat. only for this person it shall stay alive. how many stars had to die for them to meet ? how many more must perish for them to love ?

                " kiss me. " the words were uttered like a secret, like something FORBIDDEN in nature. a request that meant galaxies shall be gone in order for such a thing to happen. it hurt. it was devastating. unlike SEPHIROTH, stella could never make peace with the fact that their love meant the end for so many lights out there. yet, she refused to let him go. fingers danced so tenderly over the line of his jaw, caressing him like he was not capable of rewriting reality itself. she touched him like he was precious, like he was IRREPLACEABLE.

                and to her, he is.

                " give me a kiss worthy of a thousand suns. if it is a path of destruction i must walk to be with you, then taint my lips with the taste of burning stars. "

                i'd trade it all just to be with you.