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[jjongribo]

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 ] : sender drapes a coat / cape / etc. around receiver's shoulders.

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝: a little assortment of prompts revolving around painful, bottled up affection and endless yearning, as well as the possible result of finally taking action. remember to tag your dark themes. add +reverse to swap the roles.

It was normally Drake that would come and see her after her shift, so she decided it would be nice to turn things around for once and surprise him. The day had started out warm enough that she thought a simple sweater would be enough, but when the sun disappeared behind the clouds and the occasional gust of wind came along, she realized she probably should have dressed a bit warmer.

By the time the man came out of the station, she had resorted to retracting her arms inwards from her sleeves to keep them bundled under her sweater, shivering slightly. "Oppa!" she called when she saw him, momentarily forgetting about her body temperature as she smiled brightly. He must have noticed almost immediately, not surprising as officers tended to be rather observant, as he took off his own coat to drape around her shoulders. A blush crawled across her cheeks at the action – she was a little embarrassed – and slipped her arms into her sleeves again so she could give him a hug. "Thank you... and surprise?"

[vickyvicarious]

It's kind of striking how Jonathan already is expressing doubts and fears, he isn’t ignorant of what situation he might be in, but when the Count gives him food and a bed, he dismisses these fears as his mind playing tricks.

The warm hearth, the meal, all this transferred him from the darkness and the snarling, howling wolves outside, to the light and the safety of Castle.

So Jonathan stepping from the outside, is trembling, shocked, but now this powerful old man is giving him a warm fire, security, and food. He's now putty in his hands.

In retrospect then, Dracula manipulates Jonathan from the beginning, putting him in grave danger, and leaving him alone in the cold and surrounded by wolves. Later, he plays the kind host, providing Jonathan with food and shelter. Jonathan is now like a grateful puppy, completely dependent on Dracula for his basic needs, but he is unable to recognize this due to the carefully orchestrated emotional roller coaster Dracula has just put him through.

From the start, Dracula is doing textbook abusive, gaslighting codependent tricks to manipulate Jonathan, one could say...

I feel like as readers, it can be easy to dismiss just how easy it would be for characters to dismiss their fears and doubts once somewhere warm and well lit. Unless someone is truly already a believer in the supernatural, anyone would probably try to talk themself down, just because... well, the idea seems kind of silly, doesn't it? Sure, there were scary stuff happening, but - really, my host is impersonating his own coach driver? Why? Spontaneous fires in the woods that can be seen through a solid human form? Wolves that are driven off by a commanding gesture alone? What kind of ghost story is this? Jonathan sticks to his guns fairly well, being firm about what he's certain he did see, but he admits to having fears and doubts he's not going to mention because they aren't logical, they're fearful speculation about things that for the most part, probably are things he's always considered impossible.

So, yeah. Leaving Jonathan outside in the courtyard alone for a while, to really marinate in his fear and distress at realizing he's trapped alone, surrounded by wolves and who knows what else, and has no idea where to go to seek help... by doing so, Dracula not only has time to run around and take off his disguise, but he primes Jonathan to see his invitation inside as a welcome relief. At least it's better than being exposed to the threats outside. (Though interestingly, it seems it still took several invitations before Jonathan actually came all the way in.) It's setting Dracula himself up as a welcome savior. He brings Jonathan inside, out of the cold and dark to somewhere well-lit and warm. He feeds him, he's courteous and friendly, he shares Mr. Hawkins' praise with him. Jonathan gets to smoke a cigar and relax a bit. He gets to tell the whole story to an interested audience. * Of course he feels better than before. And it's thanks to Dracula. Dracula is the one who can protect him from all that scariness out there, who can make him feel comfortable again. It's a good way to build trust and influence quickly, by positioning himself as a friend/protector.

But Dracula can't restrain himself. He pushes too much, too soon, and Jonathan feels rightfully creeped out:

As the Count leaned over me and his hands touched me, I could not repress a shudder. It may have been that his breath was rank, but a horrible feeling of nausea came over me, which, do what I would, I could not conceal. The Count, evidently noticing it, drew back; and with a grim sort of smile, which showed more than he had yet done his protuberant teeth, sat himself down again on his own side of the fireplace. We were both silent for a while; and as I looked towards the window I saw the first dim streak of the coming dawn. There seemed a strange stillness over everything; but as I listened I heard as if from down below in the valley the howling of many wolves.

As soon as Dracula touches Jonathan, he feels repulsed. Part of this may be some kind of instinctive reaction to Dracula's supernatural nature. Maybe it's related to the memory of how incredibly strong his grip was earlier. Maybe it's simply because Dracula is being an overfamiliar creep - that would be plenty of reason on its own. (And I'm sure his terrible breath doesn't help matters.) But regardless, Dracula hasn't established enough trust between them here for Jonathan to welcome this touch. And he's not quite established a fearful enough power dynamic for Jonathan to force himself to accept the touch. Politeness is the only reason Jonathan doesn't move away, but his feelings are made obvious by his shudder.

Dracula pulls back, tries to play it off, but they still fall into a silence that is clearly a lot less comfortable than before. And the atmosphere around them reflects the sudden distance too: Jonathan notices dawn coming (presaging a physical separation as well, but also Dracula's power waning right after this blunder lessens his emotional power over Jonathan). Eerie elements creep back in: Dracula's frustrated smile shows his teeth more than all his deliberately charming ones have done before. Wolves are howling, which pleases Dracula and upsets Jonathan - the final exchange which they have before Dracula sends Jonathan off to bed, and one which seems to bring Jonathan right back to a much more distressed state of mind as he relives the night's experiences over again.

Dracula spoils his own fun a little bit here, because he puts Jonathan back on guard. And I think it's clear he's a little annoyed at himself for it. He finds Jonathan so interesting/enticing that he's having difficulty playing a long game. At least a part of him wants to jump right in to more intimate/threatening actions, and though he mostly restrains himself, the mask still slips and his victim notices. Which is lucky, as Jonathan needs that guard up to keep himself safe.

* I just realized that Jonathan does say that he "told [Dracula] by degrees all [he] had experienced" on his journey. I hope to god that doesn't include him mentioning the crucifix lady's gift with any kind of specificity, or else I fear very much for her life.

[paracosmiist]

Someone didn’t sleep a wink last night.

[chadaching]

I check the dash but then I forget to actual post I’m a monster

[booasaur]

Have you seen that there's a possible new wlw ship on General Hospital? Kristina and Blaze. I'm not super optimistic cause American soaps are terrible to gay women (and this one already includes a surrogacy storyline 🙄) but the actresses are really pretty and have great chemistry, so I'm cautiously watching from a distance to see where it goes.

I wouldn't call it just "possible", heh, but yes, I've been keeping track of it! Kind of....?

Okay, I started watching but then very quickly fell behind but I still wanted to download the eps since they're only available for a short time, so I'd check the Twitter tags to see if Kristina was on that day. So I don't know the intricacies of their plot but have some vague idea of what's going on given the reactions.

Including the surrogacy storyline! Not loving that, indeed, especially as people seem to think it'll lead to Kristina stealing the baby, but I'll wait for it to play out. In some respects, it's nice to get a secondary plot, because at this point it's a little boring to get the same old coming to terms with sexuality/coming out storylines, especially on shows that are meant to be over-the-top dramatic. Even for Parker/Kristina, I was glad to have a professor/student age gap conflict to add to the bi Kristina plot. If they're gonna do weird surrogate drama, that's something.

But yeah, even with Parker/Kristina, GH's not got the best track record. They had hardly anything onscreen in MULTIPLE go-arounds, and I was really eager to see what they were going to do with Kristina/Valerie, but they backed out of that before even beginning, and while we never got confirmation Alexis/Harmony were going to be a thing, that was a waste if not intentional! Tragic, that the one time they gave two plot-centric characters a slow build, they either backtracked or it was never even meant to be.

I had seen at the start that people were hoping Blaze was secretly part of some other family/revenge scheme and tbh, I wouldn't hate that either! The GH writers seem responsive to the viewers so I hope they take the good ideas too and not just listen to random homophobia/racism/misogyny.

[marinehero]

Stares off into the distance. Garp believes in Luffy so much. Believe isn't even the right word, he knows. He knew Roger. He knows if there's anyone who's going to do it, it's Luffy. He knew it early on and it terrified him. Just as he knew Roger's sotry, he knows how this story ends. He's terrified. He loves his grandson. He knows who he works for. He knows the powers in charge. But Luffy kept proving the world wrong again and again and again and even he couldn't deny anymore that if there's anyone who can make it and survive, it's Luffy. He's so damn proud, he always has been. Luffy's going to be the one and he knows it to be a fact as given as the sea.

[cloyingcadaver]

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[thermodynamiclawyer]

Hey, thanks for your time in advance, as I was curious about JB Bronze. Have any snippets regarding him as a character (behavior, dislikes, etc)?

so Bronze is the underdog of the triplets. he’s very levelheaded and logical, always looking for the most reasonable explanations for things and trying to find easier ways to solve problems. he’s the brains and the brawn, both incredibly smart and full of strength. he likes to lift heavy objects for fun, along with utilizing his strength for repairing machines. since he’s also super small compared to other JBs, he can detach his weights and climb into small mechanical crevices if needed. Bronze gets annoyed when his brothers jump to stupid conclusions and wishes he was appreciated more. he’s the backbone of the Metals and hardly gets praise for it. probably the most sane JB

he also has a tank. this was from 2020😭

[jjongribo]

SNOOZE receiver falls asleep on sender for the first time

⭒⭒⭑⭒ -- 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁𝘀: FIRST TIMES (sfw), part 1

It had been a long week of seemingly endless shifts and Hyesoo was absolutely exhausted. She didn't want Drake to notice though – she was really looking forward to having dinner and snuggling up on the couch together to watch a movie and wind down for the night. That in itself turned out to be her downfall, eyelids growing heavy while she struggled to stay awake. Drake was just too warm and his heartbeat too soothing. Losing her battle against sleep all too quickly, she soon drifted off, resting against him while the sounds from the TV faded away.

[8golden-harvest8]

Just wanted to thank you directly for the kind words about Overmorrow!! I hope you have a great time writing to your heart’s content!

Your welcome!! That fic is your baby and it deserves that praise! You did amazing with it!! :D I wish you all the luck for your future projects!

And thank you! I’ll do my best!! Hopefully when I get do a set amount of words I’ll post it on AO3, one day-! ;w;

[chosenass]

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[gh-verse]

Does Anna put on both socks and then her shoes or does she do sock shoe and then her other sock and shoe?

Trick question, she doesn't wear socks.

[oceantornadoo]

there was a quiet knock on your door, stirring you from your sleep. you took off your eye mask and groaned, glancing at the clock that read 1:30am. “go away soap, i’m not helping you with another prank.” you muttered, wanting to get back to your precious sleep. “it’s not soap.” a gruff voice replied as you shot out of your bed with shock and confusion. what was ghost doing at your door? he was your lieutenant, and although you considered him a friend, he had never asked you for a late night hang out.

you approached the door cautiously, opening it to the hulking mass of ghost, backlit by the base hallway lights. it took a second for your eyes to adjust, which is why when they did, you were shocked to see he wasn’t wearing his mask. your eyes immediately dropped to your toes, giving him privacy. “ghost? can i help you?”

simon took in your disheveled hair and eye mask on top of your face. he looked back at your bed, curious to see if you had company (just in case) but thankfully found it empty. you had non-standard issue silk pillowcases and what suspiciously looked like an old stuffed animal, but he wasn’t going to judge, not when he needed you so desperately. his hand came under your chin, tilting it upwards to his face, giving you silent permission to look. “call me simon. can i come in?” you opened the door for him and he stepped into your room, his size dwarfing the already small space. when you closed the door he immediately sank into your office chair with his head in his hands, all the faux confidence he had at the doorway disappearing. “gh-, simon? are you okay?” you sat facing him on your bed, a little confused. you knew he had his own struggles, but he never talked about them. his body language looked like he was almost in pain, and you wanted to do anything to relieve it.

“can i sleep with you?” he said in his usual blunt tone, still looking at the floor. “umm, no offense but this is not usually how i’m propositioned.” you were extremely confused by the entire interaction. he wanted to sleep with you? “no not like that, not that i wouldn’t. i meant sleep in your bed with you. i can’t-.” he paused, sounding more vulnerable in five seconds than he had ever sounded in your two years of knowing him. “i can’t sleep alone right now.”

oh. understanding flooded your system, knowing all too well about nightmares that came after dark. you had always been comfortable with him, and weren’t scared he’d take advantage (though you did need to reevaluate the “not that i wouldn’t” part of his speech on a different day). “you’re welcome to, simon. here.” you went back to where you had been sleeping, close to the wall, and patted the space next to you. unfortunately your bed was not the biggest, as simon discovered, trying to get as comfortable as possible without touching you.

he was ramrod straight, and you knew he wouldn’t get any sleep if he was concerned about being honorable. “you can get closer if you need to, i don’t bite.” you said, diffusing the tension. swiftly he turned on his side and pulled you into him, one hand splayed on your stomach while the other was under your pillow. “this okay?” he asked gruffly and you nodded, tangling your feet with his after realizing he couldn’t see your face in the pitch black room. simon inhaled your scent, instantly calmed, and closed his eyes, praying the nightmares would stay away.

the next morning, you slowly pulled up your eye mask, taking in the domestic scene in front of you. you had moved during the night, and now simon was flat on his back with your leg hooked over him and your hand on his broad chest. his hand grasped your thigh, and when you tried to move away, it gripped tighter, making you stay in place. you shifted and he made a sound, making you realize what had been poking into you was not your stuffed animal and was indeed his morning wood.

simon was awake, feeling refreshed after the best sleep of his life. he felt you moving and feigned sleep, knowing you wouldn’t want to wake him up. he wanted to see what you would do, hoping you felt the same as he did. he slightly moved his thigh, which happened to be against your core, and you let out a soft moan. his eyes snapped open but he reeled in his heart rate, not wanting to give anything away. he moved it again, and you moaned again, pressing down on his chest with the delicious feeling of restraint.

simon kept moving his thigh in his sleep, and you kept feeling so guilty for how good it felt. feeling his massive boner had woken you up, but the constant pressure against your core was making you even more horny. it had been so long since someone else had touched you there, and you hadn’t realized how much you wanted it to be simon until now. he was so much bigger than you, and so unreadable at times, but to make himself vulnerable to you had meant a lot. and now here you were, quietly grinding on his thigh, achy and wanting, trying not to give anything away. your nipples were peaked under your sleep shirt, and the slight friction of simon’s arm and chest against them was ramping up the pressure in your core. you felt sweaty and out of control, needing to come but not sure if you could do it alone. in a moment of clarity, you tried to pull away but simon’s hand shot out and pressed your thigh to his chest.

“you weren’t done, love. don’t you want to come?” he said in a deep morning voice, sounding gruffer than usual. that sound pushed you over the edge and you started grinding in earnest, his hands helping you push yourself against him when your legs got too tired. “almost- simon. i’m gonna -“ you whined, desperate to find release in this sacred bubble the two of you made. your orgasm was right there, needing just a little something to set it off. simon’s other hand reached out and tweaked your sensitive nipples, sending you over the edge. you collapsed into him, not believing you just got off on your friend. not believing he helped. you were about to apologize, plead if you needed to, when his dark voice rang out again.

“want another one?”

[cod-thoughts]

“Thought you’d sleep in for once,” Ghost muttered, leaning down to meet Price’s lips in a lazy kiss. It wasn’t rushed—just a slow, easy press of their mouths, like they had all the time in the world.

“Couldn’t,” Price murmured against him, his hands finding Ghost’s hip. He tugged him closer, their noses brushing together as Ghost kissed him again, deeper this time. Price’s grip tightened, but there was nothing hurried about it, just deliberate and steady, as if he was memorising every detail.

Ghost huffed softly when they pulled apart, the sound low and amused. “You’re insatiable, old man.”

“Damn right,” Price shot back, his thumb tracing slow circles against Ghost’s hip. “You’re the one who came in here lookin’ like that. Can’t be helped.”

Ghost shook his head, but there was no real heat behind it, just the faintest curve of his lips, knowing he wasn't wearing anything special. He leaned in again, his fingers slipping under the collar of Price’s shirt, brushing against bare skin. Their mouths met in another kiss, slower this time, like the kindling of a fire, warmth spreading between them with every touch.

Then it happened. Ghost shifted his weight, leaning into Price a little too much as Price tugged him forward. He stumbled, landing hard in Price’s lap, chair creaking underneath them, his thighs bracketing Price’s hips as the two of them froze for a moment, faces inches apart.

“Fuckin' hell,” Ghost muttered, his hands braced on Price’s shoulders as the faintest flush crept up his neck.

Price, for his part, looked completely unbothered—if anything, the grin spreading across his face was downright wolfish. “Now this,” he said, his hands sliding up to Ghost’s waist, “is a sight I could get used to.”

Ghost narrowed his eyes, his voice low and rough. “You’re enjoying this too much.”

“Can you blame me?” Price replied, his gaze flickering over Ghost—his broad shoulders, the way his muscular thighs framed Price’s hips, the faint pink staining the tops of his cheeks. “Should’ve done this soon as you came in. Hell, I should have you like this all the time.”

“Thought this morning was enough for you,” Ghost shot back, his voice a teasing growl, though the flush on his face deepened.

Price’s eyes darkened, his grin turning into something hungrier. “Not even close.” Wrapping his arms around Ghost’s waist, pulling him down just enough that their bodies pressed together, the solid weight of Ghost against him making Price groan softly. “You’ve no idea how fucking good you look right now.”

Ghost opened his mouth to retort, but Price didn’t give him the chance. He surged up, capturing Ghost’s lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was feral, desperate, all teeth and tongue as if Price couldn’t get enough of him. Ghost let out a low, surprised sound, his hands slipping up Price’s shoulders to his jaw as the kiss deepened.

Price’s hands roamed, one sliding up Ghost’s back to tangle in his hair, the other gripping his thigh, fingers digging into muscle as if to anchor him there. Ghost groaned, the sound muffled against Price’s mouth, his body reacting before his brain could catch up. His hips shifted instinctively, pressing harder against Price, who growled in response.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Price muttered, his voice rough and breathless as he pulled back just enough to drag his teeth along Ghost’s jaw. His lips found the sensitive spot beneath Ghost’s ear, biting down lightly before soothing the mark with his tongue.

Ghost shivered, his fingers slightly tightening around Price’s jaw. “Thought you could handle it, Captain.”

“Handle you?” Price’s laugh was dark, his lips brushing against Ghost’s throat. “Barely.”

The room felt hotter, the air between them thick with want as their movements grew more frantic. Price’s hands were everywhere—tracing the curve of Ghost’s spine, squeezing his thighs, pulling him impossibly closer. Ghost leaned into it, his breath hitching as Price’s teeth scraped against his collarbone.

“John,” Ghost rasped, his voice strained, his usual composure cracking under the heat of Price’s attention.

“Tell me,” Price said, his voice a low growl as he kissed him again, biting at his lower lip before dragging him impossibly closer. “Tell me what you want, love.”

Ghost didn’t answer with words. Instead, he kissed Price with a desperation that said everything, his body pressing against him as if trying to fuse them together. Price groaned into his mouth, his hands sliding to Ghost’s ass, urging him to roll his hips into a sinful grind.

Whatever playful teasing had been between them was long gone, replaced by something raw and consuming. Snaking a hand into Ghost's hair, Price pulled him back with a gasp and looked up at Ghost, his chest heaving, his brown eyes burning with want as he took in the sight of his lover—flushed, ruffled, and completely his.

[rabbidbunwy]

Getting fucked by Lieutenant Simon Riley and captain John Soap MacTavish

🔞Ghost x reader x Soap| Minors DNI| NSFW WARNING 🔞

Contents: Ghost x Fem! reader x Soap-both adult-explicit content-crampie-consensual-double fucking-vaginal and ass fucking-pet names

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

please reblog 🔁 and like❤️

P.s: i don't know what brought me to write this but i hope you all enjoy it

@muzansslxt @candy69gurl @kiwicopia @satorkive @ponderingmoonlight

"Mhn Ghost why is Soap here" you asked as he was fucking you.

Ghost was panting heavily as he continued to thrust into you, his attention shifting towards Soap who had just entered the tent. "He's here because I asked him to be here." He replied, a smirk forming under his mask. "Wanted to show him how good you feel."

Soap stood in the tent, watching as Ghost continued to pound into you. "Looks like I picked a good time to come in." He commented, a sly grin on his face. "You seem to have your hands full, Ghost."

Ghost chuckled, a low, deep sound that reverberated through the tent. "I do indeed." He replied, his thrusts becoming rougher, faster. "But you're more than welcome to join us if you'd like."

Soap chuckled and walked closer, his eyes fixated on you. "Don't mind if I do." He reached out, placing a hand on your cheek. "Looks like you're having a good time, love."

"What do you mean joinin-i-ing!" You moaned as Soap trusted in your ass.

Ghost chuckled again, watching as Soap entered you from behind. "You heard me." He said, still pumping into your front. "I figured you needed a proper stretching and a good filling." He paused, gripping your hips tighter. "And as your Lieutenant, it's my job to ensure you're taken care of." Ghost added, his thrusts deep and measured. "You want that, don't you love?"

Ghost groaned, still watching as Soap filled you up. "That's it,good girl." He growled, his hands moving to grip your hair, pulling you back against him. "Tell us how good it feels." Soap continued to thrust into you from behind, his eyes locked on yours. "Yeah, c'mon love. Tell us how good it feels." He echoed

Your body trembled with the overwhelming sensations, your mouth opening to speak but no words came out, just a needy, desperate whimper. “Gh-Ghost, Soap-"

Both men chuckled, both of their bodies pressed against you on either side. "Can't form a sentence, hmm?" Ghost teased, his hands roaming over your chest, squeezing your sides. "We're that good, huh?"

Soap nodded, his breath warm against your ear. "You've got this look in your eyes that tells us everything we need to know." He punctuated his words with a deep, hard thrust, making you gasp. "You like when we use you like this, don't you? You like when we fill you up like this, right to the brim." He purred, his words husky and rough. "Just us, using you, taking care of you. You like being our good little girl, don't you?" Ghost added, his body moving against yours in rhythm with Soap's thrusts. "You're being such a good girl, taking us both like this. We're both so proud of you." Soap praised, his hands roaming over your body, touching wherever he could.

His words echoed in your ears, filling you with a strange sense of happiness and love. You were being taken care of, being used in the best way possible. The three of you moved together in harmony, with Ghost and Soap taking the lead, you were simply letting yourself be guided by them, surrendering yourself to their touch, their words, their presence. "You're doing so good. So good for us."

Ghost's words were followed by a low groan, his breath hot against your neck. "You're so tight, feels so good." His hands gripped your hips tighter, his thrusts becoming rougher and more desperate. "So warm, so wet. We're going to fill you up so good, make you feel so good. You're ours, all ours. You're ours to use, to take care of. And we're going to take such good care of you, aren't we Soap?"

Soap nodded, his lips brushing against your ear. "We'll take care of you, love. We'll fill you up until you can't take anymore, until you're so full of us that you can't think straight." He promised, his words punctuated by harsh thrusts.

Both Ghost and Soap picked up on your tells, how your body tensed up how your breath hitched , how your body trembled and shook against theirs. "Getting close, are you?" Ghost asked, a hint of amusement in his voice "Already?" Soap teased , his tone mocking but gentle at the same time. "You're such a needy little thing, aren't you?" His words sent sparks through your body, the heat in the tent becoming even more overwhelming. "We're working you so hard, it's no surprise." Ghost added, his hand grabbing your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Look at me, look at how good we're making you feel. Look at us as you reach your peak." He commanded, his voice low and authoritative.

You obeyed, your eyes locking onto his, the connection between the three of you becoming stronger than ever. "Come for us. Let go for us." He whispered, his eyes burning into yours. Soap joined in, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered "Yeah, go over that edge for us. Let us feel it."

Your body trembled violently, teetering on the edge. "That's it, that's it. You're there, we can feel it." Ghost encouraged, his voice a low rumble in your ears. "Let go for us, love. Let us see how good we make you feel." Soap purred in your ear. "Come for us, right now."

The command from both men, coupled with their continued movement against you, was all it took to send you over the edge. Your body convulsed, your back arching as a powerful climax tore through you. "That's it, good girl. Such a good girl for us." Both men praised, their voices low and soothing. "That's our good girl."

You collapsed against them, your body spent and tired. "Such a good girl" they continued to murmur, their hands tracing soothing patterns over your skin.

They held you, their muscled arms wrapping around you, enveloping you in a cocoon of heat and comfort. "We got you, love" Soap whispered, nuzzling your hair. "Relax now" Ghost added, his fingers carding through your hair. "You did so well. So good for us."

You melted against them, the exhaustion setting in. The words of praise and comfort were like a balm to your soul, making you feel warm and loved. You felt safe, cared for, protected. They continued to murmur soft words, their voices deep and soothing. "We'll take care of you" Ghost repeated, his hand rubbing small circles across your back. "Always."

[lustlovehart]

Cease The Blaze

A/n: Takes place a little after “Scarlet In Black”.

Summary: [Yandere] Blade isn’t so sure anymore whether or not you are safe anymore, not even from yourself. It brings a question to his mind, should he try to save you? Or should he watch as you crumble by your own hand? He already knows the answer, and it’s definitely not the latter.

Warnings: Reader is wounded, Possessiveness on Blades part, Burning, Implied Imprisonment, Kinda angsty, Blade desperately wants to protect reader but doesn’t know how anymore

Blades eyes stare the deepest holes into your soul, his fingers wrapping the once pristine white bandages around your chest, his fingers grazing against bare skin, leaving a tingly feeling through your nerves.

"You really didn't have to do this Blade, I could've-" His fingers tighten significantly, though you don’t think he was trying to hurt you. “Gh..! I could’ve wrapped myself up…”

“No, you don’t need too. I’m doing it.” You don’t reply to him, only looking down at his hands as they worked, you didn’t dare to look into his eyes, they’d just serve as a further means to shrink down in embarrassment. When he finally finishes bandaging your wounds back up, he sits right next to you on the rock he made you rest on.

It was night where you were rested, the fire that laid in front of you burning a brilliant flame, it’s too bad you should never touch it.

“So, I thought you were in another solar system… Do you have some sort of third sense for me specifically?” Your eyes finally make contact with his own, smiling a little in hopes of lightening the tense mood with a joke.

Majority of the time he just looks at you, but there are a few instances where you can notice a tiny little quirk in his lips. You guess that isn’t one of those times though, with the way he replies in his usual straight face.

“If that’s what you wanna call it.”

“So you’re admitting to just magically knowing when i’m in danger?”

He lets out a firm ‘mm’ sound to the question. You assume he’s only agreeing to stop you from asking anymore, but even then it makes you laugh a tiny bit.

“Don’t know whether or should be creeped out or thankful? Kinda comforting knowing i’ll have you come rescue me whenever I need it.” For a moment you notice Blades eyebrows furrow, the moment once more going back to a stifling aura.

In his own mind, he finally thought about it, he had been too preoccupied with the feeling left in his chest to notice it himself, what happens when he can’t come to your aide? What if someone else caused harm to you and he couldn’t stop it. No, perhaps even worse, what if you cause your own demise?

After he had finally found something in his eternal damnation he enjoyed, is he really willing to let it go that easily?

“Not always. Don’t be so naive with your thinking. I’m not an aeon who will be the back of a chair you can easily lean on. What happens to you when you lay back and there is nothing to keep you from falling?”

“Wha…? What are you talking about…?”

“You fall [Name]. You fall and get hurt.”

You’re not too sure on how to reply to him, so you go back to gazing at the sparks of the blaze. A few minutes pass by, no maybe not even a few, half an hour had went on, neither of you speaking a word.

The inferno dimmed slightly, yet the fire felt even hotter than it did before. Your palms reach out without even thinking, finally feeling the burn before Blade bandaged had firmly grabbed onto your wrist.

“Do not touch that.”

“I wasn’t going to…”

The two of you don’t say anything else, your eyes only making contact with the inferno again. It was no longer as pretty as it once was, in fact, all it did was burn your eyes. Not Blades though, he wasn’t looking at the fire, he was only looking at you. Hesitantly, his hand grabs onto your shoulder pulling you in. His movements were stiff, yet you let him.

“I don’t want you to suffer.”

“What? Like-” you only stop yourself before talking more. ‘Like you?’ It was messed up, but you were starting to get sick of the vagueness in his words.

“Last time I saw you, you were covered in blood, not even a speck of your regular clothes could be seen. You shouldn’t worry about me being the one who’s ‘suffering’.”

“It’s blurred together, everything. The only thing that isn’t fogged by scarlet in my memories is my past.”

“Why don’t you revisit that past then?”

“That it is no longer there for me to revisit.”

Hot. The fire is burning you again. You blink a couple of times looking back at the man, no, the weapon perhaps?

“I have something else in front of me that isn’t tattered in bloodshed, I’m not willing to loose that.” He pulls out a red ribbon from his side, taking care in wrapping it around your wrist, the color reminds you off his eyes, and it smelled faintly of strawberries. When he finishes it up, he had shaped it into a tiny bow on your wrist, it’s kinda cute.

“What did you mean by ‘not willing to loose that?’ By the way? Is it another one of your cryptic sayings?”

“No. I mean it truly this time.”

For once in the moment, he doesn’t look at you, while all you did was look at him, confusion littered around you face.

After than neither of you spoke a word, until you dozed off, the last thing in your vision being the way the fire had went out, as if it had never been there, the only remains of it being the ashes it left in its wake. Blades calloused hands were still on your body, like before, he feared if he let go for even a moment you would be gone too.

Carefully he lifts you up, carrying you through the plain of nature that had surrounded you. In moments like this, he would always return you to the comfort of your bed, never leaving a trace of him behind for you to find.

“So Bladie, are you finally gonna bring them along with us? It has been a thought of yours for awhile has it not?” Her voice was undoubtedly the most recognizable thing about her, that and her blank eyes that always seemed to hold no fear. “The night I was waiting for you two, I expected you to bring them along right then. Why now hmmm?”

“They’re not safe. That won’t work.”

“I thought it would be their choice whether or not that was okay.”

“No. I want them to stay. If it means keeping them away from themself even, i’ll do it.”

His footsteps clank against the steel floor of the Stellaron Hunters ship, Kafka following close behind.

“Is that enough for you Bladie?” Her tone is of the usual, a bit condescending and playful, yet it makes him pause, if even for just a brief moment.

“If it means even a minutes escape from my suffrage.” She smiles at him, closing her eyes as they continue strolling through.

She knows what he said isn’t true. It won’t take long before his greed for you takes over, craving for more of your warmth as he starves for whatever you can give him. Maybe if he had taken you sooner it wouldn’t hurt so bad to watch you reach for home in front of him.

When you wake all you’ll remember is the way the fire had felt, the final feeling of the outside you can ever feel for yourself. In your last moments, you wished you had touched that flame, even if it meant being burnt.

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Gonna be completely honest, I actually don’t enjoy the way this came out, but i wanted to highlight the softer side Blade has for Reader? While also showing how much he wants to keep them in his life. It definitely could’ve been better, but if it’s that bad, i’ll just rewrite it another time.