#gentle slow burn

[distort-t]

SHY AFFECTION PROMPTS—

Walking side by side, the back of their fingers brushing—too shy to initiate hand-holding.

Teasing the tips of person B’s hair between their fingers, watching their fingers, unable to meet B’s gaze.

Subtle acts of service: opening a door for them, covering cornered edges when the other bends down to pick something up, purchasing something of the other’s interest.

”You look—uh, good. You look good.” Stammering, trying to appear confident when complimenting the other. Cue the throat clearing and avoidance of eye-contact.

Hesitant smiles and blushy cheeks.

Person A about to say something before thinking against it and closing their mouth.

Agonising slow-paced romance.

Person B sticking by person A’s side while they’re sick and stuck to bed rest, despite A’s warning of getting them sick too.

Thoughtful picnic dates.

Almost confessions.

”I care about you, and I want the best for you.”

Friends to lovers.

Looking for each other in social settings.

“You mean more to me than that.”

”Come on, we’re friends.” “Are we really?”

Angsty confessions after built up feelings being hidden.

Everyone can see it but them.

“We’re just friends!” “With how B is looking at you now? I don’t think you’re just friends.”

Starry night skies, damp grass, and deep talks about life.

B learning about A’s body insecurities and finding that it’s their favourite part of them.

Love-fuelled kisses under whispering nights.

So deeply in love that it almost makes their friends uncomfortable to witness.

Feathery forehead kisses.

Neither of them raise their voice—a love so gentle and kind that it makes your teeth rot.

Either one has social anxiety and the other orders for them at cafes and restaurants, or both of them do and one disregards their own anxiety and steps up.

Late nights cuddled up and quiet giggles.

”You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”

”I want our kids to have your eyes.”

Inside jokes that literally no one understands.

[noraigo]

JACK & JOKER: EPISODE 5 — forget and forgive.

this is THE scene, when for the first time after all these years, they can share a little bit of their loneliness. when joker can finally be forgived for what he's done to jack. that, maybe, they could start a new page together — where joker holds jack closer to his heart and jack looses his walls.

where joker can finally smile because he's genuinely being appreciated by the person whose kindness still remembers to this day.

[seraphimcollections]

gentle giant | Konig x medic!reader |

chapter 5

warnings: abduction, non-consenual drugging, language.

summary: little bird is trapped in the cat's jaws with only one way out - into the belly of the beast.

w/c: 2.1

a/n: hello again! I'm really looking forward to this chapter and the next! I wanted to be a little extra care in this chapter. I'll be putting together a master list to pin to my page if that'll be easier. Oh! Do me a solid and reblog if you like this series! Final part coming soon! Thank you!

chapters: | ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 | ch. 5 |

The air had changed. With the news of your clear abduction quickly spreading across the base, the reality of both the 141 and KorTac’s failure weighed heavy on each of their shoulders. Soap’s playful demeanor was reduced to silence. Gaz didn’t know what else to do with himself besides try to keep himself busy cleaning his weapons multiple times consecutively. Price holed himself in his office, chain smoking countless of his precious cigars. No one knew where Simon was, but some say they could hear firing out in the yard at odd hours of the night. As for Kӧnig, he hadn’t slept in days. He hadn’t stepped foot out of your office. In the beginning, he couldn’t help his rage, taking it out on his surroundings -- the bookshelves, the files, anything. Quickly, the guilt settled in and he just as quickly began to try to put your office back to how he remembered it was. 

  Konig sat in his same chair, staring at the emptiness in yours’. He sat hunched over, his elbows on his knees, fingers laced together and clenched. He stared into that empty space, the rage still bubbling in his chest. Slowly, the rage began to bleed into anxiety and fear. You’ve been missing for two days. You could be anywhere, a different country, a completely other continent. Anywhere. Konig’s hands became fists in his lap. Millions of questions swirled in his head. Were you hurt? Were you even alive? Who took you, and what did they want with you? And as if the universe heard him, the bearer of answers stopped in the doorframe, not quite daring to enter, just as Konig had done many times. 

Konig’s cyan eyes caught on his stature, the 141’s loyal captain. From sight alone, Konig could see John was having as difficult a time as him, maybe even more so. In his hands held a bottle of whiskey along with two glasses in the other. 

“Mind some company?” John said gruffly. 

Konig sat up a little straighter and shook his head. John sighed, placing the glasses on the desk. He sat on the creaking wood, as if confirming they both knew that the other chair belonged only to you. Handing Konig a glass before taking his own, John took a slow sip. Konig carefully moved the glass under his hood, his lips coming to press against the lukewarm glass. 

“I’m afraid I haven’t been completely honest with you,” John finally broke the silence, “but neither have you, Colonel.” 

Konig nearly choked from hearing his formal title. John chuckled, setting his glass down. 

“I-I don’t like to mention my title, it makes people act on false intentions,” Konig explained. 

John waved dismissively, “now need to explain it to me, soldier. We all learn to play our cards close to our chests. Just in this case, I lost more than I looked to gain in the first place.” 

Konig looked at the older man in confusion, “what do you mean, Captain?” 

John’s eyes glazed over, “I never told you why we were here, did I?” 

“No, but I figured you were all on the run,” Konig said. “And that it had something to do with Maus.” 

John’s eyes lit up hearing Konig’s name for you as he took another sip. 

“Wren, she saw something she was never supposed to see,” John frowned. “Something that goes all the way up to the top. Something that lacks all honor that those sods tried their damn best to bury it. But Wren found it, and it dug it all back for them. And so they planned to do what they always do-” 

“They’re going to kill her,” Konig said, dread sinking into every ounce of his being. 

John frowned before finally nodding., “but your comrades seem to think they’ve fulfilled their end of the bargain. They left, off to the next highest payer. You’re the only one who stayed. Which is why I came to you.” 

The two men could ignite wildfires with the heat of their gazes toward each other. 

“Are you with us on this? Will you help us get our bird back?” John said with all seriousness. 

Konig’s eyes narrowed, “you have me, Captain.” 

John nodded, standing on his two feet, “good, we move out at dawn. Get ready.” 

“I’m always ready, Captain.” 

“I will see you soon, kleine maus.” 

↭

  The ringing in your ears refused to cease. Your eyelids feel heavy, most likely swollen. Your entire body ached, your wrists and ankles bound tightly together, the zipties digging into your open skin. You laid on your side, your head limply laying on what felt like leather. You tried your best to tune your ears to what was around you. You wiggled trying to find something that could tell you where you were. Your throat felt so dry that even if you tried to speak you worried it would crack and bleed. You groaned, forcing your eyes to open to blinding sunlight. You were in a car, that much made sense. You laid on the back seat, the leather seats sticking to your clammy skin. 

You squint your eyes to see the dusty blonde head of hair over the driver’s seat. You blinked in confusion, trying to piece together how you got here in the back seat of this mystery car driven by a complete stranger. Your memory came back to you like an unwelcome friend. You remember the struggle, the bruise you were sure going to get from being thrown back onto the desk. The sickly sweet smell of whatever chemical your abductor used to put you under. The back of Konig’s head as he left to see what Price wanted. 

Rage burst into you heart as you tried your best to pull against your restraints, only to find yourself weak. 

“It’s useless,” the man you thought you knew as Richards said  in an annoying sing-song voice. “The drug won’t wear off for another few hours. Don’t waste what little energy you have, sweetheart.” 

You glared up at the rear view mirror, finding the man’s eyes peering back at you with amusement. 

“Who are you? Where are you taking me?” You growl. 

“We’re going back to my place,” he smiled as if saying this to his date, “then you’re going to tell me everything you know, and then, I’ll kill you.” 

You felt your blood run cold at his words. Your eyes narrowed. 

“Shepherd sent you.” 

“Ah! There’s that sharp cunningness Shepherd told me all about!” 

You glared at the man with a stare of thousand daggers. This gaze did little to faze your abductor as his smile never left his smug face. 

“Why not just kill me? Save yourself the trouble,” you said. 

“Ah, where would the fun be in that!” The man said, sounding like he was going on a day out at a theme park and not like a man who was your executioner. 

“No, I intend on taking my time with you,” he said, his gaze connecting with your own, letting you see the true darkness in his eyes. 

You fell silent, instead trying to look outside to try to get a clue on where you were, or how far you could be from base. From Konig. You could feel your stomach drop as the tall Austrian popped into your mind. Did he know you were gone? Was he even looking for you? In the end, he was part of KorTac, a company not renowned for loyalty to one agency. But…Konig was different. He was caring, empathetic and kind. If the two of you had enough time, you could find out why such a quiet soul could be in such a messy business. But then again, so were you. 

“You won’t get far,” you said with a huff. “You have no idea who’s coming for you.” 

“Correction: I know exactly who's coming for me, little bird,” Richards said. “And I’m counting on it.”

You brow furrowed at his words, making him snicker, “you really think Shephard would just let their insubordination go? Come on, you can’t be that naive!”

“Shut up-”

“You know, I should really thank you, not only do I get to take out the 141, but now KorTac’s finest? Ugh, it’s like Christmas morning,” Richards sighed. 

You lurch forward in a rage, “you leave Konig out of this!” 

“Oh, like you did?” Richards cocked a brow. “If my memory serves me right, it was because of you that KorTac even got dragged into this mess. And it will be because of you that your beloved Konig will die.”

You felt your chest begin to tighten in panic as the thought of everyone you ever loved, ever cared about being reduced to nothing but cold flesh all in your name. You begin to struggle against your restraints, pulling at them wildly. 

“Ah, doctor?” Richards said. 

You look up at the man and in a split second you catch the small almost travel size bottle in his large hand before Richard squeezed the little trigger. You recoiled back but to no avail, the mysterious potion infiltrated and coating your throat. You cough violently, your vision beginning to swim. 

“Trust me, it would be best if you sit this part out. Easier for both of us,” Richard smirked. “Sweet dreams, little bird.”

You fell onto you back with a groan, eyes rolling back up to the roof of the car. You fought to keep your eyes open but only to be swallowed back into the darkness. 

↭

73. 

73 hours since you’ve been abducted. As each hour passed, your trail got colder and Konig became more restless. This was clear with his foul attitude that no one could dare miss. What was left of the men on the base sat around a makeshift table with schematics scattered across it. Konig stood hunched over, his palms supporting his weight on the table. Price stood at the head of the table, Ghost to his right, Gaz to his left. Soap had tried his best to try to keep Konig cool so he stayed a safe but supportive distance close to Konig. 

“What you know is that Shephard all but lost most of his clean contacts to DC, so there’s a good chance he won’t be able to smuggle her into the States,” Gaz said with arms crossed. 

“That doesn’t completely squash the possibility,” said Ghost. 

“But would he even go through the trouble? I mean if he’s already got what he wants. Why drag it out?” Gaz said. 

“You’re right, if he was smart, she’s long dead,” Ghost said matter of factly. 

The wood of the table creaked under Konig’s fist at the mention of the idea. Soap leaned over. 

“That’s not going to happen, because we’re gonna get to the fucker first,” Soap said. 

Price agreed, “Soap is right. If there’s one thing I know about that snake is that he likes to play with his food. He won’t just kill her quickly.” 

“That doesn’t make it better,” Konig said, finally standing to his full height, effectively dwarfing the rest of the men. “There must be some sort of lead of where she could have been taken.” 

“He’ll want to take care of this quietly and under the radar,” Gaz said.

“Slimy bastard won’t even come to do it himself most likely,” Ghost scoffed. “Won’t want to get his hands dirty, ‘why he sent that fucker.” 

“And we know he’s petty-” 

“That much is clear,” Soap rolled his eyes. “The bellhead chased across half of fucking Europe.” 

“So he’ll take her to a place that holds some kind of memory, maybe?” Gaz shrugged. 

Price’s eyes shot wide with realization, “Las Almas.” 

These words caught 141's attention. 

“Would he really be that obvious?” Soap said. 

“Or stupid,” Ghost chimed in. 

“But that’s exactly wants,” Price said, “he’ll want to take this back to ground zero: Las Almas.” 

“What’s in Las Almas?” Konig asked. 

“It’s where we first found out how dirty Shepherd liked to play,” Soap grunted. “Evidently he slipped out of our hands, until Wren found data suggesting his whereabouts and what’s been keeping the sorry fucker busy. Guess he didn’t want anyone poking around in his business again.” 

“And you think he’s taken Maus there?” Konig said. 

“It’s our only lead,” Price sighed, hands gripping his vest. 

Konig sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly before nodding his head, “then we shall go.” 

“And luckily for us, we have friends on the other side,” Ghost smirked underneath his mask. 

“Los Fuerzas Especiales,” Soap smirked looking up at Konig, “Mexican Special Forces. They owe us a bit of a favor.” 

Konig looked back to Price who almost looked at him as if to give him the word. Konig stoney gaze didn’t waver.

“No more waiting. We leave tonight.”

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[seaside-writings]

Prompt #1,240

"You're the only thing I should be afraid of, and that fear died off years ago,"

[thenatashapulleyuniverse]

okay LOOK i know i'm the resident pulleyverse fanatic on this goddamn site but if you think watchmaker is criminally underrated with the masses wait till i tell you about the spear cuts through water by simon jimenez i am using my platform to advertise this book with all of you please get on this please please please please i know this fanbase will fuck with it so hard

[imagine-creative]

And let the slow burn start 🔥❤️‍🔥

[easyt0find]

do y'all know about and the gentleness that comes, the best satosugu fic I've read so far and possibly the best fic I've ever read in my entire life? are y'all aware of it? i need to make y'all aware of it. fix-it canon divergence where suguru doesn't leave. it's so insanely good

[moonkissedgirl]

You know that "all intense obsessive love"? The one most, if not all, of us crave? I understand that the main reason we want it is simply because we fear people losing interest in us or giving up on us, but I've started to realise that there is something so much more profound in the slower love, the gentle love, the slow burn love, big fires always burn out faster, and then we're left only with Ash of our once "all consuming love" I don't want obsession if it means I'll be left alone and worse then before. I will take the gentle hand of a kind lover before I burn again for a ghost of obsession

-Sunayna

[dribs-and-drabbles]

@respectthepetty I was going to send you an ask but once I realised I was going to be maxing out the number of screenshots allowed I figured I should keep this to my own post.

Because...I want to scream *bites knuckles* talk calmly to you about the colours in City of Stars, which I started watching last weekend...because I know you wrote briefly about them after ep 1 a few weeks ago. Back then you weren't sure if there was colour-coding but that it looked like there was a light/dark dynamic going on with Krom and Fuengnakhon and that you'd "be here each week figuring it out"...

And after 4 episodes, I'm presuming you're still quietly keeping an eye on the show...because I KNOW you would shout about it once you felt sure what was going on...but Pet! I can't wait! Because I can see what you were seeing, it does look like there's a light/dark theme

It really does!

And at the end of ep 3 Fuengnakhon's bestie and manager, Kodit and Sand, wear both light and dark as Kodit reveals Fuengnakhon's feelings for Krom, whilst both Fuengnakhon and Krom are wearing a blend of both -> grey.

BUT, before getting there, during ep 2 it seemed like there was a lot of green and purple going on 👀

A LOT

And I was going to come running to you after I had watched ep 2 but I thought I should watch ep 3 first just in case it was more of an episode theme...BUT ep 3 ALSO had a lot of green and purple

A LOT

So I went back to the beginning and properly looked and I'm left wondering if Fuengnakhon is purple (lilac-aubergine hues)

And if Krom is green (mint-jade-olive hues)

(The phones Pet! The phones don't lie, we know that!)

So maybe the light/dark is representational of the strength of their feelings...because Fuengnakhon knew of, and liked, Krom even before they met, which means Fuengnakhon wearing dark green at the end of ep 1 makes sense

And Krom quickly developed feelings soon after their meeting

until he loudly confessed (to his bestie, Two) under the purple umbrellas, and after which his blue top also looked purple

And the green and purple are also shared by the people in their lives. Krom's mum and employee have his green whilst Fuengnakhon's managers have his purple. And Krom's dad had both their colours the night they first met (similar to how Fuengnakhon has both their colours on their second day together)

But going back to the end of ep 3, and with the light/dark/grey, I started to doubt myself...BUT the trailer for ep 4 (which I forewent watching in favour of writing this) is showing the green and purple continuing! Krom in purple again!

And also when he asks when he became Fuengnakhon's...

(how about when you WORE FUENGNAKHON'S COLOUR?!)

And Fuengnakhon's grey shirt looks like it's minty green in the light of Krom's room, the minty green that Krom will also wear...

So, please, Pet, tell me what you've been seeing! Because I really hope you've been seeing the same thing!

(As a slight aside, I've also noticed pink and blue...but I think that's the fandom support of Fuengnakhon...but it could also be connected to the hues of Fuengnakhon and Krom's colours...)

Anyway... Pet, I'll be waiting when you're ready to offer your thoughts! 💛

[asexualandalwaysshipping]

Just remember folks, they call it a slow burn because it’s supposed to completely scorch you head to toe scalding hot and eviscerate for what seems an eternity

[lordpetit]

HORIZON, la comédie musicale : "RETURN TO MERIDIAN" – ou une piètre tentative de fanfic – 🇫🇷 🇬🇧

🇫🇷 Cette fic est en quelque sorte un concept expérimental de “lecture dynamique” : synchroniser le texte avec la musique, en me basant sur la BO des jeux Horizon (en mode "reversed soundtrack").

Au lieu de composer une musique pour illustrer un texte, comme il est d’usage, j’ai essayé de faire l’inverse… parce que, pourquoi pas ? ^^

La mise en page va [vous obliger à] suivre le flow, le texte devenant un simple 'sous-titre' de la musique... qui est finalement le vrai héros de l’histoire 😊

[Teb’s voice] In any case… be ready to scroll !!

🎵 A vos casques...

' Prêts...

' Lisez !

🎧 Version MUSICALE (typo chelou)

📖 Version TEXTE SEUL (typo classique)

🇬🇧 REMERCIEMENTS // SPECIAL THANKS

Cette fic est un [dépucelage] à tout point de vue : première fois que j’écris une histoire quelconque (a fortiori une fanfic), première fois que je publie mon travail sur internet… et c’est assez terrifiant 😅

Fidèle lecteur d’AO3 depuis des années, je tiens absolument à exprimer mon immense gratitude et mon admiration à toutes les personnes merveilleuses qui écrivent pour ce merveilleux fandom -- et tout particulièrement à @portabelloroad et @pikapeppa, dont le travail m’a comblé de joie et énormément inspiré, et qui m’ont donné le courage de me lancer et de sortir de l’ombre.

Qui sait… ne serait-ce qu’une seule personne pourrait peut-être apprécier mon histoire ? Un grand MERCI à ces magnifiques auteurs qui garderont toujours une place spéciale dans mon modeste cœur de fan 💙🩵🤍

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This fic is a first for me in every way: first time I’ve ever written a story (let alone a fanfic), first time I’m publishing any of my work online… and it’s pretty terrifying 😅

As a faithful AO3 reader for years, I absolutely want to express my immense gratitude and admiration to all the beautiful people who write for this beautiful fandom--and especially to @portabelloroad and @pikapeppa, whose work has brought me so much joy, greatly inspired me, and gave me the courage to step out of the shadows and start writing myself.

Who knows… maybe just one person might enjoy my story? A huge THANKS to these wonderful authors who will always hold a special place in my humble fan heart  💙🩵🤍

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[mystarlessskies]

I am a mess

Dreaming about things I'll never have

Fuck, don't cry.

[cosmogyros]

I just read Nicked by M. T. Anderson and I'm obsessed, where is the fandom for this book please?!?

[rosered-schneeweisschens-sis]

[fandomlove1]

Mi Corazón

Description: Puss never thought he’d be missing the bright red eyes of death. Even after making it to Far Far Away, together with new and old friends. It’s been a month since his last interaction with those ruby eyes, yet he dreams of them every night. Old fear now turned to..admiration? Adoration? Puss doesn’t quite know yet but he’s more than willing to find out. It shows everyday, as his tail flickers every sunrise in anticipation for an adventure that would bring him closer to Death.

Authors Note :

Spicy level 1-5, I’d give it a 2 so read with ‘caution’

Chapter One: Dreaming Of You

Puss In Boots never thought he’d run out of time for adventure. Unfortunately ever since being back in Far Far Away time seemed to slip through his paws. Waking up to the sunrise and busy all the way through till sunset. His new and old friends taking all his time throughout the day. Never once did he complain about it. It felt unbelievably astonishing to fill his day with people he loved and appreciated. Seeing Shrek, Donkey and lady Fiona again filled him with a sense of familiarity and joy. Paired with Kitty and Perrito the days he’s spent all month with never felt dull.

Waking up to a lively castle, the kids that his friends have had running around mischievously. Breakfast every morning warm and abundant paired with meaningful conversations about what everyone has experienced since he last was in the city. Joking around with Donkey and Shrek just like old times. He’s never realized just how much he missed them and their friendships. Seeing his old friends conversing with Kitty and Perrito making them feel welcome. Not that it would’ve been a problem for Perrito to befriend anyone, it was still a welcoming thing to see them getting along with his old friends. Puss’s life was amazing. Even so he still couldn’t stop feeling that it was missing something.

Currently sitting in his room that was so graciously given to him by Shrek and Fiona, Puss sat on his luxury bed atop the silk navy sheets dreading sleep. Puss never once had problems finding sleep and her welcoming embrace. As of late though he found himself dreaming about a familiar pair of ruby red eyes shining in the darkness of his dreams. Accompanied by those ruby eyes was a whistle that brought Puss a sense of anticipation, adrenaline, and excitement even in his sleep. Before those very things Puss dreams of now once brought him a great sense of dread. Now not only are those things brought forth in his dreams, they bring forth comfort in his waking life. Puss finds himself thinking about these same red eyes daily. Especially when going around the castle looking at royal jewels, especially rubies. Not only that Puss also subconsciously finds himself humming the very whistle he hears in his dreams. A few times Shrek has even caught him humming the tune asking Puss what it was from. Puss could never find the right words to describe what the tune was or who he got it from.

Looking up at the moon shining out his window Puss sighs loudly scrubbing his face out of frustration with his paw. ‘The dream is no excuse for skipping sleep. I promised Shrek’s kids some sword lessons.’ Puss reprimanded himself, finally blowing the candle out and climbs under the covers. The cat finds himself tossing and turning under the covers for a few minutes before he stills giving himself to the warm embrace of sleep.

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Puss finds himself in a room full of darkness completely bare. No hat, boots, cape. Nothing to keep himself distracted in the room of black. Looking around the abyss of nothingness his ears pick up on a daunting, comforting, yet chilling sound. The whistle…HIS whistle. Puss's fur prickles up hearing the sound but..not out of fear he realizes. The cat’s breathing picks up hearing the sound. Looking around more rapidly Puss realizes that unlike the other dreams his surroundings are becoming more defined. The harder he looks and focuses the more he sees trees forming around him. The forest solidifies slowly, big trees full and thick with pines. Bushes of berries and flowers cover the grassy landscape. Puss relaxes more looking around his surroundings till he spots them. The glowing red ruby eyes.

They glow brighter than any jewel in the castle, and Puss stares mesmerized by the intensity of the color and emotion they radiate. His breathing speeds up as does his heart rate, the cat doesn’t need to even look behind him to know his tail is flicking back and forth in anticipation. The glowing red eyes take in his whole form from his tiny little paws to his flicking ears. Puss doesn’t understand why but his face heats up at the gaze the eyes give him. Moment spent staring at each other the eyes keep their unmoving gaze on the cat. Till finally they move higher..and higher..and higher. Puss nearly forgot how tall the beast was in the month they haven’t seen each other.

Still Puss refuses to stop looking at those mesmerizing rubies. The sounds of soft foot steps coming closer to him, the jewels of red slowly reaching him. Puss’s heart beating faster and faster, he was certain the beast could hear it thundering in his chest. Branches breaking and grass being squashed till finally the beast was in front of him. Puss unleashes a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he looked up at him.

Death stood in front of Puss, snow white fur covering his body, pin straight ears, and glowing red eyes in the center of grey fur. Upon closer inspection Puss found that Death was…also under dressed. His black poncho is non existent, his pants as well seemed to be misplaced. Death didn’t seem to care, it looked to be the last thing on the wolf’s mind.

Puss’s face felt like an oven from Jack Horner’s workshop. Curiosity was eating Puss alive, he just had to know, and as everyone said curiosity killed the cat and satisfaction brought it back. So Puss broke eye contact with the giant wolf in front of him and moved his focus down his body. The wolf’s strong build made Puss heat up even more, especially his strong arms and hands. The same hand that held him up by the neck in that bar. When Death whispered into his ear. Even then with the fear he felt the spark in his lower abdomen. The farther his eyes ranked down the wolf’s body the more Puss felt his own body heat up. Finally his eye found the source for his curiosity, and there it stood hard and proud. Puss’s mouth unconsciously dropped upon seeing Death’s hard and twitching cock. He..he did that to Death? Certainly not!

“This is all because of you gato.”

HE SPOKE! Puss looked up in shock, his emerald eyes wide as he looked into Death’s ruby depths. That’s the first time Death actually spoke! Well this whole thing was a first.

“W-what?”

“I said, this is all because of you, what you do to me.” Death spoke with a gravely tone, dare Puss say huskily. The wolf spoke like he was refraining from pouncing on Puss where he stood. Puss still looked up shocked, how can he make the literal personification of death feel…like this? The now humbled gato couldn’t wrap his mind around it. Still he tried to mask his shock with his usual bravado.

“Why you flatter me so.~ What, do tell, do I do to you senõr?”

The wolf in front of him growled lowly in his throat as he leaned down to Puss’s height baring his teeth slightly. His ruby eyes glowing in the darkness around them, a fire so intense Puss couldn’t help but purr and mewl. Like…he was already the wolf’s lover and this whole thing was all a game.

“You make me ravenous.” Puss gasps softly as his emerald eyes watch enraptured as the wolf licks around his muzzle. Like he was truly starving for a gluttonous meal.

“Mi corazón~ I’m here whenever you feel hungry.”

Puss didn’t know what possessed him to say that to the literal personification of DEATH. But yet it felt as natural as breathing or walking. What made Puss feel even less shameful for saying that was the response he got in turn. The wolf in front of him huffed and growled out in approval, dare Puss say even affection.

“Careful what you wish for gatito~” Suddenly the wolf’s huge paw was around Puss’s waist pulling him close to the warm soft body of the wolf. Puss unconsciously purred loudly upon feeling the wolf pushed against him.

“You are such a lap cat gatito.”

“Lap cat?! I am Puss In Boots I am no one’s lap cat!”

At that the wolf chuckled low in his throat and Puss felt every vibration pushed against him. The next move the wolf used made Puss purr even louder. Death laid the cat lovingly on the grass with the gentleness of a lover. Puss laid beneath the giant wolf with glowing red eyes on the soft midnight dew grass and felt the safest he has felt in a long time. The soft grass caressing his body akin to the touch of a lover. Puss felt the twitching and hard feeling rubbing against his thigh and couldn’t help grinding up toward the source. The wolf grunted at the feeling of Puss’s soft fur rubbing against his cock.

“Careful.”

“Careful?~ Last I check I asked you to lose control and ravage your mate.”

Puss shocked himself with his words and how smug he said them. MATE? The shock wore off rather quickly when he heard the loud growl purposely made next to his ear. Then the feeling of a long wet tongue licking his ear made him mewl and moan.

“And ravaging my mate is what I shall do.”

The wolf above him kept licking anything he could reach. Starting with Puss’s neck, moving his way slowly and smoothly down the cat’s body. Puss moaned at all the strategically placed licks. It was like Death has pleasured Puss’s body numerous times. One particular lick at his inner thigh made Puss jump, Death completely skipped over Puss’s red, trembling cock.

“Mi corazón! Please don’t tease me!”

“I can do whatever I want with you.” The wolf growled out in response to Puss’s pleading. Puss would be lying to all of Heaven if he said it didn’t turn him on. The wolf in turn continued his licking. Avoiding the cat’s aching erection purposely to hear Puss beg and plead. Till finally even Death lost his patience, the wolf placed his huge hands on Puss’s plump ass, spreading him apart shamelessly. Puss looked down as he moaned out, watching as Death licked his muzzle before licking his way up starting from Puss’s twitching hole to leaking tip. Puss mewled pathetically at the feel arching his back at the lewdness of it all. Death seemed to really favor Puss’s twitching entrance wanting to feel it around his cock quickly. So Death did the only logical thing, started licking and sucking Puss’s hole with abandon.

“Ah!~ Yes Muerte my love ngh~ m-more!”

Puss moaned sweetly at the feeling of his mate licking his hole like it was the last thing he’d ever taste. Death responded greatly by pushing his tongue into his lover. Puss writhed beautifully on the grass, his legs kicking slightly from the pleasure. Death’s big hands wrapped fully around Puss’s thighs holding them apart granting Death more access. Puss’s hands found Death’s fur gripping it tightly as he felt the wolf’s tongue moving inside him. Puss gasps loudly trying to get air into his lung but all he could focus on was the feeling of Death’s tongue in his stomach. It felt so far inside Puss could only imagine what it will feel like to take Death’s hard pulsing cock inside him.

“Gah! A-ah! Fuck M-Muerte!~”

A jolt of electricity so powerful went up Puss’s spine when he felt the tongue inside him curve up. Hitting perfectly on his prostate causing Puss to arch up into the feeling, pulling his legs in causing him to squeeze Death’s head. In response Death pushed that spot with determination. Puss purred, mewled, moaned, and yelled in pleasure. A common whore for his wolf mate. The cat’s vision clouded with white as he orgasmed untouched, his cum gushing white onto his orange fur. Death waited till Puss rode out the last wave of ecstasy to pull his tongue out of the feline.

“Ha..ha..ah~ Fuck…~”

Puss gasp softly at the feeling of Death pulling out of him. The wolf’s gaze landed on the spilt cum on Puss’s body, and so Death growled lightly as he licked the cum off of Puss’s matted fur. Puss’s eyes glazed over in lust as they looked at the wolf licking his stomach. Once Death was done he leaned back on his hind feet watching his mate shake and tremble. With shaky muscles Puss spread his legs even more, moving his hand to his entrance using his fingers to showcase himself to the predator above him.

“Ravage me more Muerte. Don’t stop till you breed your mate and it takes.”

Death growled loudly at the words, grabbing onto Puss’s legs pulling him down closer. The wolf bites onto Puss’s shoulder not hard enough to bleed but just enough to mark. Puss moans loudly at the feeling of warmth he gets from the possessiveness of the action. Both parties groan at the feeling of Death pushing the head of his cock into the warm tight heat of the cat. Puss smiles lovingly at the feeling of his mate penetrating him just a little more and all of him will be inside-

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Puss jolts awake covered in sweat, his fur and sheets sticky with cum. Puss pants slightly in shock and exhaustion from the dream. The cat looks around with wide eyes to see the sun shining brightly outside from the sheer curtains. Puss takes a moment to collect himself and his thoughts. He just had the most vivid wet dream he’s ever had in his life. To Death of all people. And…he loved every moment. The playful banter in between, the adoring nicknames, the gentle caresses and admirable expressions. Puss’s breathing calms down some and he closes his eyes softly to rub the sleep off of them. After he has composed himself he decided he desperately needs a shower before getting ready for another busy day ahead of him.

[oathofpromises]

a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand. (from a'atahni because he would, surprise me with any of your boys ajksdfhlaj)

How long of a voyage had it been from Tural to Limsa Lominsa, Hiroto wondered to himself as he held his head. Shortly after turning twenty-eight, the elder Caelum left his home in an attempt to locate his younger sister, Stella. He had only heard murmurs of her escapades from passing merchants that she had become a Warrior of Light.

As the Viper settled into his seat at the local bar, a wave of queasiness washed over him, leaving him feeling slightly sea-sick. It was one of the reasons Hiroto couldn't stay out at sea for too long. It would leave him feeling very light headed. He gripped a glass of amber liquid in his hand, its contents offering a temporary respite from the unease that plagued him. As he sat there, nursing his drink, he couldn't help but dwell on the thought of seeing Stella once more. Although he was not one to indulge in excessive drinking, the mere mention of her name stirred a flicker of anger within him, coursing through his veins like a tiny flame. He loved her, there was no denying that. She was, after all his younger sister yet, in the depths of his heart, a storm brewed, threatening to consume him.

Could anyone truly blame him for feeling this way? The weight of his emotions pressed upon him like a heavy burden that he carried alone. From the moment his sister came into existence, he found himself in a world that was unfamiliar and devoid of companionship. His parents had remained with Stella and, for reasons unknown to him, had sent Hiroto away to Tural. Which ultimately meant there was little time to spare for him. Thus, he spent countless years in solitude, yearning for connection and understanding. In his soul, a profound sense of loneliness had settled, casting a shadow over his entire world. With each passing year, his heart had grown colder, its once tender and compassionate nature slowly hardening. At least to everyone around him. It was just how life had molded him, and a part of Hiroto hated that.

Hiroto couldn't help but notice that someone had been lavishing him with their undivided attention. The way their gaze would caress his figure was just a tad more lingering than any casual observer would consider appropriate. Out of the corner of red eyes, the older Caelum caught sight of a man, his intense gaze fixated upon him, as he leaned against the pillar nearby. From the moment their eyes met, it was impossible to deny his breathtaking beauty. Yet, deep within the Vipers heart, a whisper of caution warned him that behind such captivating looks, there were almost always a hidden agenda. Maybe Hiroto would see how things played out. To gauge the desires of this individual, for the intensity with which their gaze caressed his physique, left no room for doubt. However, there was a part of Hiroto that felt there was so much more to this stranger than meets the eye. He could see that hint of loss behind those eyes.

Years spent immersed in the treacherous world of the Viper had imparted upon him a singular lesson. Leave them in a state of reflection, enticing them to return for further engagement; and in the event that they did not, it served as undisputed evidence that their motives were solely driven by a fleeting desire, devoid of any deeper connection. Nevertheless, this enigmatic individual proved to be quite indecipherable on occasion, his eyes engaging in a silent dance . Hiroto found himself pondering the question as to why he had been singled out amidst a sea of other individuals in the pub. Surely, there were plenty of other pretty people that this stranger could be flirting with yet, perhaps it was his way of disavowing the truth that he possessed an undeniable allure, at least from what so many had told him in the past.

Hiroto possessed an appearance that matched his ability to ensnare unsuspecting souls with a mere fleeting gaze. Such was the way of life he had been introduced into as a member of the Viper society. Void of his father's presence during his formative years, the young Caelum had no choice but to seek counsel from unsavory characters within the Viper ranks. The experience had bestowed upon Hiroto an invaluable wealth of knowledge, despite its arduous nature.

Hiroto's reverie was abruptly halted when he sensed a soft touch enveloping his hand, as if a delicate butterfly had landed upon it, followed by the tender caress of warm lips upon the back of his palm. It was a moment that often sparked the Viper's desire to flirt right back to tease them too, yet he unexpectedly found himself drawn into the depths of the other's captivating gaze.

"So…you've finally made the choice to grace me with your presence,you've been staring at me for quite a while since the moment I stepped into this bar. Don't think i didn't notice. Care to tell me your name or are we jumping right into flirting..." whispered Hiroto, as he raised his glass and took another drink. A faint blush spread across his cheeks, rather it was from the amount he had been drinking or that he was slightly touched deep down. There was an undeniable part of the Viper that felt curious about whom this person was and why did it feel like flirting was a wall they used to, forgot that pain that he could clearly see beyond those eyes. The same that was reflected in his own too.

"Order whatever you would like, it's on me. Now..care to tell me why you find me so interesting? Most people usually tend to ignore me unless I engage with them first. But where are my manners..my name is Hiroto Caelum.”