#i couldn't helo adding a few...

[reds-skull]

The frames of the video from the comic in the previous post. I experimented a lot with this, it was really fun to work with this chunky brush I found. Also the first time I draw the Reaper of Destruction as it was before Lumity!

More comments under the cut+a frame I ended up scrapping!

I'll go by order of appearance, because it's basically a chronological retelling of the events of part 1.

So the first frame is the least fancy because it was the first and I didn't nail down a style for this yet lol. It shows Ghost and Soap's first true meeting, in chapter 1, where Ghost helps Soap when he gets impaled by a rebar.

The second frame jumps to chapter 8, when Ghost first put Soap in Limbo. The triangle around them was a later addition, taken from the next frame. I love this scene, it's so fun to see it drawn out now :)

The third frame was the most important one to nail the style. I painted a whole frame, only to come back to it the next day and restart from almost 0.

This is the original third frame

They both show the same event - chapter 21, the second time Soap is thrown into Limbo. The difference is, one shows a more literal image of what happened, and the other is more symbolic.

And by now I think you know how much I love symbolism lol

What also bothered me with the scraped painting is that the composition isn't central, and the entire pose, while more dynamic, isn't fitting the mural feel the rest has.

There's an even earlier version of the scrapped painting, with Soap's face, but nowhere else there are faces in these series, so I went wild with it and covered it with flames. He had them behind him already, as the description of this scene in the fic says Soap had a helo of fire behind him.

(also hated how Limbo's victims looked in the scrapped version like... ew lol)

There wasn't a real reason to add the circles around Soap. I just wanted to lean more heavily into the mural style. But I took that circle motif to the end, after that, and added it to Ghost as well, hence the triangle.

Soap has one skeletal hand, and one palm. That one is on purpose, to show he's hanging in between life and death.

The fourth frame is pretty self-explanatory, it shows the part in chapter 21 where Soap gets the dark marks on his forearm. If the colors look weird in that one, it's because I messed with them so much I couldn't tell if they look good anymore on not

The fifth frame shows another favorite moment of mine, the moment Ghost gets his marks, the white tear tracks, when he finally notices Soap fighting in the void.

The sixth frame is my favorite of the bunch. Soap and Ghost, the triangle and circle combined. The moment they killed Graves, Ghost in full control of his subjects, Soap with his sword of white fire and army of burning moths. They look so scary in this one I love them

The seventh frame shows Void and Destruction. Void was straight forward, I've drawn it a few times before, but I had to make a more detailed design for Destruction, and I only had the very first sketches I made for Revenant AU to go off of, as well as Lumity's design. Idk why I designed Lumity before Destruction, but that's how it is. I wanted Destruction melting, like it can't handle its own heat.

The eighth frame is of Void and Destruction combining. In the fic they had in-between states, it didn't look like this, but for the sake of the video I thought it'd be nicer to have a clear frame of them combining.

The ninth and last frame is of our beloved Lumity. Their design is a little more detailed than the drawing I made a while back. This frame is also the only one that interacts with the foreground, aka Makarov. I think he was jump-scared, don't know how much that comes across.

Damn I had a lot to write. Well, when given the opportunity to ramble...

[8-rae-rae-8]

To Save A Life - Chapter 6/?

Graves x Roach

No criticism please <3

Tags under the cut

Hurt/Comfort, Canon Typical Violence, Roach has trouble talking, Graves knows how to save a life (shocking), Roach x Graves, takes place in 09, Task Force 141 as Family (Call of Duty), Author Has Never Played Call Of Duty, Quite a few people are dead already, I'm not killing them, preshadow company, Graves doesn't have his shadows yet, Young Philip Graves, Young Gary Roach Sanderson, Past Simon "Ghost" Riley/Gary "Roach" Sanderson, (that is only potentially I haven't decided yet), Graves is considerate and kind??, Coma, it's inaccurate though, Pre-Graves being evil, inaccurate coma, slow burn, disabled character, suicidal thoughts, references to depression, guns, shooting, dead characters, [Some may be added or changed]

[start]

Noises all faded into each other. Shouts and orders he couldn't make out. It all sounded like chaos. His eyes worked with him, allowing him the vision to scan the area as much as possible. Heart straining in his chest.

Someone came to him- Graves… Graves came to him, standing over him in the helicopter as he undid all the straps on the stretcher. He was slung over Graves' shoulder without so much as a second thought. Words fell from Graves' lips, but it fell upon deaf ears.

Everything suddenly felt like it was shaking. An earthquake? No, they were still in the helo still, no?

Well, not for long. It was about a 6 foot drop, but Graves jumped out while he had Roach over his shoulder. Doing what he could to protect him from the harsh landing. A small ‘oof’ came from Roach, not that he realized it was even him who made the sound.

He realized a lot of the chaos he heard were shots. The familiar sound finally rung in his ears. Bullets pierced the helo’s plating, as Graves' team followed his lead of jumping out.

Then they weren't there anymore. They weren't where the helo landed.

It happened so fast, how did they get inside?

His head spun. Nausea pooling in his weak stomach. His eyes had closed again.

A familiar voice called to him, a hand on his cheek as if it would assist him in feeling better.

“Roach, eyes open, come on.” It was a soft order. It all felt so much harder than that. Nothing was that simple, not for Roach.

Fear, panic, adrenaline and an underlying anger held him in place. Sharp inhales and slow exhales coming from him. But his eyes just wouldn't budge again.

“You're safe.” the american said, trying to promise it to Roach. Even though they had just been attacked.

An attack or a hit, the latter was more likely.

“You passed out.” Oh. Well, that made sense for how confused he was. It didn't help much knowing that information. At least he had an answer.

Silence filled the small room briefly, dim with light. Graves moved from where he'd laid Roach. He kept talking, but not to him. The radio on his chest kept receiving updates from his men. Until it all cut out.

“0-2?? Do you copy?” Graves' voice had an undeniable edge to it. His steps were heavy as he was making it to the door.

“He's down, 0-1!” One shouted through 0-2’s radio. The sound of whirring gunfire and shouting was audible.

Graves had a choice to make. Help his men, or stay Roach.

Graves chose the first.

“Stabilize him, 0-2! I'm coming. 0-1 out.” That was all Roach heard before the thumping of boots as they ran from the room and outside.

The room was silent. Too silent. Roach forced his eyes open. His breath felt strained, but not in a panicked way. He wasn't getting enough oxygen. Removing him from the hospital wasn't their smartest decision. But they had to make do.

His eyes closed again. Not quite of his own volition. His body merely couldn't handle more. Rest was needed. Even on this uncomfortable excuse for a bed.

Unfortunately, rest wasn't something Roach got.

For a moment, everything was fine. It was quiet. Just a small breeze coming through the small room from the open door. That was okay. Not a cause for concern.

It got loud again. Roach's eyes opened in a panic. Drawing in a breath, that stretched his burned skin to its max. The pain added a new level of burn to the already burnt parts of him. His mind felt hazy as he was getting used to it.

“Get him in!!” So, not much time to get used to it. Graves' voice cut through the haze like a brand new knife. The sound of at least three men came through the area. Not into the small room, but the one next to them. A bigger one. From what Roach could tell, there was one that was laid on the floor. But he was going off sound.

“Pulse steady. Get me a tourniquet!” There was a desperation to Graves' tone. He could tell Graves felt very strongly for his men. Always needing to help and protect them. A friend to his men, not just a leader.

Roach could admire that. Reminded him of his own team. There was that thought again. Since everything, it made him deeply upset. His breath shallow and slow.

“Tourniquet, damnit!” Roach heard Graves raise his voice. There were feet scurrying away, then quickly coming back. Roach guessed the item had been found.

“Thank you.” Came the much softer reply. It was back to quiet after that. From what Roach could tell, the wound got tended to and the rest of Graves' men came into the base. Claiming they'd been successful, their attackers not so much.

Then the steps came back in his direction.

His eyes hardly closed the entire time. Perhaps the panic or worry making it so he couldn't rest.

Graves' eyes seemed to flicker down, to Roach's side. Then growing wide.

The blue fabric of the hospital gown having a small bit of red on it. Roach was unaware of this fact, evident by the look in his eyes.

“Ya’ll get some first aid!” Graves shouted to the larger room. With gentle movements, he untied the first strap on the back of the gown, enough to see the damage to Roach's side.

“Roach, you doin’ okay?” The american asked, softly checking what had happened. “Must've picked you up wrong or something.. you're all irritated and cut up from somethin’.”

So maybe the pain of his deep breaths had been exasperated by a wound that was already there.

“We'll get you patched up. Stay strong, soldier.”

[end]

[vickyvicarious]

His reaction when Eliot and Parker come back down the mountain after being incommunicado

Cowboy hacker standoff in the parking lot

His speech to Sterling/blowing up the office

Parker 3000/Hardy - that he made her, the way he talked to her, the way he stared so softly and fondly at Parker for a moment in the middle of an unremarkable conversation just because he loves her

All his other gadgets! Stigmata gun! Little EMP cannon!

TWO GOOD 'OL BOYS! BEHIND THE WHEEL! CHASIN' DOWN BAD GUYS IN LUCILLE!

His confidence. His kindness. Never ending, no one moment, just. At all times.

Making faces with that kid/giving him crime advice as they both ignore Nate's disapproving noises in the Hot Potato Job

Hacking the dam with snails

Every time he gets that smug little confident GRIN YES YOU GO

the pointed mockery towards Nate midway through the Gold Job

Sucking air out of the pneumatic pump of the chair he's handcuffed to as he drowns in a pool waiting for Eliot to save him - then he gets out on his own after the key is tossed in and walks back over to Moreau, straightening his suit, wiping his face with the handkerchief that has been in his pocket the whole time he was underwater-

His list of demands in the Bank Shot Job

etc. etc. etc.

truly there is no end

Do you have a favorite Hardison moment? Will you tell us about it?????

MANY, HERE IS A (CERTAINLY INCOMPLETE) LIST OF THEM:

That hilarious moment when Eliot hugs him and then pushes him away and tries to play like it was totally Hardison who started the hug and HARDISON GIVES HIM THE MOST AMUSED LOOK IN HISTORY and then lets him get away with it, like, dude is so kind. 

DUDE IS SO KIND. 

Let’s talk about when he taught Parker to walk that villian-of-the-week walk on a repurposed DDR board by dancing with her and humming in her ear and then HUMMING ON THE COMMS WHERE EVERYONE CAN HEAR HIM AND JUST LIKE

He is always thinking of the needs of his team and he’s so GENTLE and CAREFUL with the whole courtship of Parker thing, because it’s about what she wants, and what they might want want together, but never just about what he wants (and I’m 100% certain it’s the same with Eliot but that’s a different post)

THE VIOLIN SOLO. God like, holy shit???? Holy shit??? And don’t even come at me with the hypnotized thing because he was just hypnotized back to the height of his talent, which means he could play a violin like that at 14 years old, which HOLY SHIT SOME MORE. 

“Well, somebody’s got to fight the injured. Shoot, that’s my niche.” 

That entire sequence with the food laser. And the moment where he geeks out about the NSA truck. And actually just all of his geek out moments, I IDENTIFY WITH YOU TOO MUCH ALEC

[Various showcases of his STONE COLD GENUIS, there are literally too many to list] 

The fact that towards the middle of the series, he expresses interest in running his own crew, and Nate tells him that, basically, he isn’t cutthroat enough to do it — that the fact that he won’t manipulate his team members is what’s going to keep him from greatness. And THEN, instead of trying to make himself ~TOUGHER or more callous or whatever, Hardison accepts that about himself, ends up happy to work with Parker as the mastermind, and that’s juts like. IT’S SO IMPORTANT TO ME? Not just because it’s so rare to see a male character with that kind of arc but because Hardison’s kindness is my favorite thing about him and I love love love love that given the choice between power and holding onto that part of himself, he chooses to keep his grip on his kindness and supporting his teammates. UGH. 

The entire thing with the sandwich. THE EFFORT HE GOES TO CONVINCE ELIOT THAT HE DIDN’T EAT IT. The fact that he did in fact eat it. “BOY CAN COOK.” Hilarious and incredible. 

Of the three of them he’s the best at compromise, the most openly compassionate, the most understanding. HE IS THE SOFT CANDY CENTER INSIDE THE… HARD CANDY OUTSIDES… OF PARKER AND ELIOT, this metaphor got away from me but my point stands

The fact that he has a tell in rock-paper-scissors

“WHAT’RE YOU GONNA DO, PUNCH IT WITH YOUR PUNCHY HANDS?”

Honestly it would be easier to list my unfavorite Hardison moments which would be: all those moments when he’s trapped inside that coffin, because I am so full of horror for him while I watch it. NOBODY THROWS HARDISON OFF A ROOF AND NOBODY SHOULD PUT HIM IN A COFFIN EITHER, that’s it, case closed, the end. 

[screechingmelon]

AOT CHARACTERS, making up for lost time drabbles + love language (modern au!)

PLAYLIST — slow burn romance with your comfort character

NOTE — i offer everybody fluff content, comfort & a sprinkle of reassurance. i added a playlist up top for some romance-y vibe while you read this or maybe more fluff

SUMMARY — aot characters making it up to you after not being able to spend a lot of time together because they're busy + love languages!

CHARACTERS — marco bodt, jean kirschtein, eren jaegar, armin arlert, connie springer, reiner braun, bertholdt hoover, porco galliard, colt grice, mikasa ackerman, annie leonhart, ymir, historia reiss, pieck finger, miche zacharias, hange zoe, erwin smith, levi ackerman, yelena, & onyonkapon

#TAGS — helo @druighoney i provide u with ereh fluff 🤲

NOTES & REBLOGS ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED!

i want to slow dance with you

love language — touch, quality time & words of affirmation

characters — marco bodt, jean kierstein, armin arlert, moblit berner, colt grice, historia reiss, mikasa ackerman, pieck finger, onyonkapon & bertholdt hoover

They've been caught up with school, trying to juggle extracurricular activities, projects, homeworks, and exams has been a hassle. You understood that they need their space and time to do school works but you couldn't help it but feel a little lonely for the pass few days without them. Always on their desk working non-stop.

You were already on bed just scrolling mindlessly on social media. You wanted to wait out a little for them, to maybe cuddle or have small talk. The door creaks open and it was your lover peaking through the door.

"Angel, you're still awake."

You shifted your attention to them; "Oh, I was waiting for you." You respond, their expression softened. Their lips form a small tender smile. "Would you like to have some ice cream? I got some from the convient store nearby. It's your favorite" they raise their left arm shaking the little plastic bag that contained the cold treat

You put your phone down on the bedside, and got up from your spot walking your way to them. They open their arms and you dove right into them as you stuffing your face onto their chest. "I missed you" came out a little muffled

They embrace you a little tighter; "I missed you too, sunshine" kissing you on the top of you head, rubbing your back. You missed them.

You both pulled away from the embrace and went to the kitchen area. "Angel, please. Tell me about your day." And you both talked and talked and it was great. You felt a rush of relief now that you've finally spoken to them.

They suddenly take their phone out and scroll. They played a song; "This may be a little cringe and cliche but come dance with me for a bit before we go to bed, lovely?" They reach out their hand

The music starts to play, it was rather an upbeat romance song; "Sweetheart"

You hum in response looking up to him with your hands around his neck, and his arms around your waist. One of his hands move up to hold your cheek; "Angel, I'm sorry I couldn't spend much time with you for the past few days. I'll make it up to you, love wely. I promise" Softly caressing your face

Your expression softened as he looked at you so lovingly. "Don't apologize, it's alright. Like I said take your time; this is gonna be for your future."

He leaned to press his forehead against yours; "Thank you for being so patient with me, I promise I'll make sure all of your patient and effort with me will be worth it."

You hum, "But..." He says and pauses pulling away from you, now placing both their hands on your face; "It's not just for my future, it's going to be for ours if you'd still take me."

by your side

love language — touch, words of affirmation, & quality time

characters — porco galliard, connie springer, sasha braus, eren jaegar, hange zoe, reiner braun, & ymir.

You and your lover haven't been spending much time as usual. You both respected each other's privacy, and space but you really needed them this time. You worked part time at a cafe and messed up causing your boss to humiliate you in front of the middle of work. Despite hesitating, you decided to text them everything that happened, you were just really needed to let that out somehow and you knew they'd understand. Maybe the distance between the both of you were really taking a toll.

You'd walk your way to your shared apartment; all you felt now was relief but you still carried the embarassment that you gone through. The customers, your co-workers just stared as it happened. People were whispering, maybe gossiping even.

As you open the door, you were greeted by your lover looking quite concerned, "Baby, hey. I went home when I read your message. Are you alright?" Walking to your direction with their arms slowly opening as they got closer to you

Jumping onto their chest and hugging them tightly helped make those thoughts fly away, instantly. "Oh, baby. I'm sorry" They whisper, their one hand moving you your head softly stroking it as you feel your throat closing up and your eyes swelling.

"It's okay, baby. Shh, just let it out, you're safe with me." They say softly hugginh you a litte tighter and kissing your head every now and then. Once you've calm down, they wipe your tear; "Good god, your boss is a dick. You should really quit your job." He chuckles wiping and kissing your tears away. "I'm sorry I haven't been by your side for a while. Come, I bought you some snacks and we can make some hot cocoas or just anything." They paused

Pushing the hair out of your face; "I don't like seeing you cry. Love, you can quit the job, I'll help you find one without a lame boss. And, I'll be with you more often. Seeing you fall asleep without me beside you was... my bad I suppose."

"I know you can take care of yourself but I wish I took care of you in any better way that I could. I noticed you were surprised to see me home this early, but you know I'd ditch some overtime for you. Besides, my co-worker owes me" Stroking you hair more keeping eye contact with you as they spoke.

"So, please, don't ever hesitate to call me or talk to me whenever. I know you respect my space and all but I do miss you too."

A small grin forms on their face; "I don't. I am absolutely not into being hard-to-get with you. Like, jesus christ, I need my hugs and cuddles as well—"

They sigh as you muffled your face on their chest; "As a tribute I wanna volunteer as your emotional and mental suppport lover maybe. For as long as you aren't sick of me" They chuckled; "No, I don't get sick of you." it came muffled but they understood.

you're a blessing

love language — words of affirmation, acts of service & quality time

characters — annie leonhart, levi ackerman, erwin smith, zeke jaegar, yelena, & miche zacharias

Often it was a peaceful silence in your shared apartment but it was mainly because you both enjoyed the silence together. They weren't the most talkative and publicly sweet lover but they showed and already proved their love in private. Weren't big fans of PDA, either because they get nervous and they have trouble expressing it or they just prefer to be sweet behind doors

You usually were the one who talked a lot but the silence you shared this time wasn't comforting as it should be. They're busy with college and work and you couldn't blame them, they have responsibilities and you were alright with that because you had yours as well.

They pass you by and gave you an extra drink they made. "Thank you." You say as they nod and sit at the opposite end leaning on the couch frame holding a book

You weren't talking as usual, you started to hesitate talking to them because you feared you would bother them or disturb their rest.

"Is there something wrong, hun?" They ask from the other side of the couch as they hold their drink. You shook your head, dismissing them. Their lips formed a small frown, obviously not believing you.

As they placed the drink on the coffee table, standing up to sit beside you; "Tell me, I'll listen."

You dismissed them again; "No it's alright. you've had a long day. You should rest."

"Honey I'm not an old man/woman who needs bed rest. Listening to you won't be exhausting." They say keeping eye contact with you. You have their undevided attention now.

"It's alright."

"I don't know what goes through your head but I'd love to hear them." They say as they reach for your hand giving it a small kiss, "I know something's wrong when you don't talk to me. Did I do something to upset you, hun?"

You sighed, so much for not knowing what goes through my head reading the situation very well. "I just don't want to be a burden when you're already busy" You say adverting your eyes, rubbing your left arm and fully turning away from them.

"Look at me."

You dismiss them

"I want you looking at me when I tell you this."

You hesitated for a moment but you knew damn well they won't stop. "What...?"

"I know I don't express what I feel for you publicly or a lot but I enjoy your company and especially listenig to you. Take this as, you recharging my energy after a tiring day."

They reach their hand, and hold your chin gently; "I want you to know, that the last thing you could ever be is a burden. You're my beloved. I love you and that won't change no matter how tired the both of us could be." Taking your hand a placing a soft kiss

"You're a blessing to me."

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[sergeantnex]

helO Mother B)

I hav a request because I’m very…needy for Dream—

so a Trans Male Reader x Dream smut maybeeee..?

(hint hint a Collar sounds sexy to me 😏🥴)

Dream x Trans!Male!Reader: My Needy Kitty (Smut)

•°•°•Second POV•°•°•

You had gone out to look at a few of the cute collars to see if any caught your eye. Originally the plan was that you would find some cute ones to put on Patches, seeing as she didn't mind the sweater or bandana Dream put on her. But now looking at them again you realized there were so many, different styles and colors. Some with bells, some with bows, and other with both. A few were sparkly while the others were plain.

'Dream wouldn't mind if I bought one of each would he??' You asked yourself, slightly running your hand through your (h/c) (h/l) hair. The more you looked the more the collars with bows stood out. A beautiful blue collar with a bow and bell called to you. Lifting the slim collar to feel the smooth material, it was just solid blue. No gems, or glitter, just a beautiful royal blue that was silky to the touch.

The idea of wearing it yourself crept in to your mind. The idea of the bell ringing with every step or how flattering the bow and color alone may look on you. Those thoughts slow turned from just wearing it as a choker to Dream pounding in to your aching sex. The mere thought of the bell ringing with every thrust or bounce made you excited.

Humming you causally grabbed a few more all different colors. Smiling as you left with a lovely idea in your head of dressing up real lovely for him. After all he had been stressed so why not help him relax a little? Walking in to Spencer's you made your way the look at their thigh highs. Grabbing matching colors for each set of collars, excitment building with the idea.

You practically sped home with the amount of excitement that filtered through your system. Dream had been streaming all day so you knew you'd have plenty of time to freshen up and get dressed for him. Hopping in to a shower you made sure your skin was silky smooth to the touch before making sure you were cleaned. Lightly shaking the loose water from your (h/c) (h/l) hair making sure it wouldn't fluffy to much when it dried.

Pausing to make sure you couldn't hear Dream leaving his streaming room, you turned to pulled out the blue collar. Taking your time to it just right, so it wasn't squeezing to tightly. You clipped it around your neck taking a glace in the mirror all how lovely the color truly looked against your (s/t) skin. The soft jingling of the bell and the added beauty of the little bow was purely captivating.

With the grin still gracing your lips you moved to pull on the lacey black underwear. Dream always said how perfectly it framed your butt and how it drove him wild. With a slight giggle you pulled one of his baggy black shirts over your head. The shirt itself ending a little past the top of your thigh, covering your butt. Now sitting on the bed to pull the blue thigh highs on, you couldn't help but give a muffled moan.

The images of him pounding you, teasing you, overstimulating you were all getting you even further riled up. The wetness between your thighs mixing with the pure arousal made you squeeze your thighs together. It took every bit of self control to not get yourself off then and there. Giving a soft sigh you stood and made your way to the living room to watch tv while he finished up.

Patches offering a sleepy purring meow as greeting when you say beside her. Smiling you pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and laid it over your lap and placing the end to cover her body. She gave a purr as thanks for the blanket before falling back to sleep.

•°•°•Third POV•°•°•

(Y/n) wasn't sure how long he had sat on the couch or when he fell asleep, but the sound of Dream's door opening made him jolt. Dream gave him that charming smile of his as he leaned over him to place kisses on his lips. (Y/n) gave a whine when Dream pulled away moving to get water. Deciding it's now or never, (Y/n) stood and followed him to the kitchen. Lightly hugging Dream from behind as the make got water.

"Did you find a collar for Patches like you wanted?" He asked lightly turning in (Y/n)'s arms to look at his boyfriend. Dream slightly choked on the water when he caught the stunning sight before him. His  adorable boyfriend wearing a slim royal blue collar and matching thigh highs. No pants but one of his baggy shirts.

(Y/n) shifted a bit nervously hoping he was getting a good reaction instead of a bad one. Dream took his time basking in the utter beauty and striking sexiness his boyfriend was showing. It took a moment for Dream to notice his lover's anxiousness was showing. His lover pulling the shirt further down feeling self-conscious eating at him.

"Aw kitten~ Did you do all this for me?" Dream asked gently tilting (Y/n)'s head up. His (e/c) eyes shyly looking at Dreams' stunning bluish green eyes. Dream carefully lifted (Y/n) up and placed him on the counter making the male gasp. Stepping back a bit Dream took quick notice of the black lacey underwear (Y/n) was wearing. The sight alone was making him horny.

Softly Dream pressed his lips against (Y/n)s, filling the kiss with passion. Smaller hands grabbed at the taller males top gently tugging him closer towards the other. Dream took his time, gently nipping at the smaller males lip. (Y/n) quickly opened his mouth, both of their tongues fighting for dominance. It didn't take long for Dream to win and explore his lover's mouth.

(Y/n) gave a soft whine in to the kiss reaching his hand down to rub himself through his underwear. His slick already being able to be felt through the thin fabric. Dream pulled away from the kiss with growl pulling (Y/n)'s hand away from his own needy sex.

"Now kitten don't be a brat, let me please you. After all you got all dolled up for me didn't you?" Dream questioned lightly lifting his boyfriend off the counter to carrying him to the bedroom. Nodding quickly (Y/n) his his face against the side of his boyfriend's neck.

"Sorry sir I've just been needy since I got home~" (Y/n) whined softly lightly biting Dream's ear as he was being sat on the bed. Groaning Dream wasted no time in letting his fingers rub over the fabric. Mumbling about how wet and excited he was against his boyfriend's lips. Dream hooked his fingers in the waist band of his partners underwear asking for permission to remove them. (Y/n) nodded feeling his body sing with excitement and pleasure.

Dream took his time pulling his lover's underwear away making sure that the thigh highs stayed on. Leaning forwards Dream nipped and sucking dark marks along (Y/n)s thighs. His thighs trembled in Dreams' hold as the taller male got closer to his aching sex. Something he never got used to was how good Dream was with his tongue. Practically thrusting his tongue in to his boyfriend's sex enjoying the feeling of him clinching down already.

"D-Dream~!" (Y/n) mewled his back arching away from the bed as he began to come. His body so worked up and ready for more, ready for everything Dream had to offer. Dream sat up licking his lips before lightly lifting the shirt (Y/n) was wearing. Pressing kisses to his stomach and ribs. (Y/n) pulled his shirt off letting Dream have full access to his chest, feeling a little anxious for the scars from his surgery.

"God you're so damn handsome~" Dream groaned out pressing kisses to the scars and his nipples as well. The praise made shivers run through him, Dream never failed to erase any dysphoria that plagued his partner. Dream finally reached his lips, kissing (Y/n) sweetly calling him handsome with every kiss.

•°•°•Dream's POV•°•°•

(Y/n) looked so damn sexy laid out how he was, whining for more his cheeks flushed. Hell he looked good enough to eat, but I needed to be sure he was okay with us continuing and that he was comfortable. So I took my time marking up his body telling his sexy and how handsome he was. Making sure to kiss his scars from his top surgery, making sure to I did my best to ease any anxiousness he might be feeling.

"Dream please~" (Y/n) moaned out tugging my shirt away from my body. I chuckled sitting up to remove the shirt, placing it on the bed in case he decided he wanted to wear it. Standing up I pulled down my sweats and boxers before going him on the bed once more.  His smaller hand slid from my shoulder down my chest all the way to my cock.

His hand wrapping around it giving me a few soft pumps, letting his thumb run over the tip. Moaning I let my head drop against his shoulder, basking in the pleasure he was giving me. My breath hitched before I thrust up in to his hand wanting nothing more than to come undone then and there.

"Baby boy if you don't stop I'll end up coming soon. " My words were soft and breathy from the pleasure. With a slight giggle he pulled his hand away only to guide my tip to his entrance. I let the tip rest against him for a moment before letting my cock sink in. Moaning a bit myself as I bottomed out, only to roll my hips forward.

(Y/n)'s arms looped around my shoulders pulling me to lightly rest against him. Taking him rolling his hips down against my own as a sign he was ready, I soft began to thrust. I felt no need to rush in his pleasure or my own, instead I felt that I should reward him for dressing up.

"Dream~ more!" (Y/n) whined attempting to roll his hips faster only making me offer a small chuckle.

"No darling I'm going to take my time showing my sweet boy just how much I love him." I say just barely letting my lips touch his. Sitting up a bit more I brought his legs higher up my waist, pressing my hips against his. Soft pants and moans left him with ever push and pull of my hips. Letting him feel every inch of me just as how I could feel every inch of him.

His moans became more frequent with each deep thrust I made, my eyes taking in each jolt his body gave. His nails dug in to my thighs as he began clinching with his orgasm. Moaning out I sped up my thrust, the sweet sounds from him and the jingling of the bell mixing perfectly. Lifting his legs to rest against my shoulders, I let myself go a bit more.

My thrust now rough and deep making him whine and moan out for me. Leaning down slightly I pressed my forehead against (Y/n)s, his hand now weaving in to my hair. Muttering praises to him with every thrust and roll of my hips eager to make sure he knew how much I loved him. Watching his expression closely before his (e/c) eyes locked with mine.

"I-inside~ please sir!" He begged slightly his hands now clinching my hair tightly as his third orgasm came clashign down on him.

"Holy- such a good boy~ of course I'll give you whatever you want~" I panted out feeling the knots of pleasure finally snapping. Pressing my hips snuggly against his as I came shortly after him, taking a moment before lowering his legs. Looking at him with a gently smile, I softly pulled out making him when a bit.

"Sorry sweet boy, lets go get cleaned up  okay?" I asked lightly kissing his forehead.

"Thank you." (Y/n) mumbled sleepily making me chuckled. I lifted him and brought him to the shower, making sure the water temp was to his liking before removing the thigh highs and collar. I took my time cleaning him and kissing the marks I knew would be tender later.

"I honestly did buy Patches a collar, but the ideas that flooded my mind just kind of took over." (Y/n) explained leaning back against me. I laughed a bit running my hand through his (h/c) (h/l) hair.

"I don't mind, I told you to buy whatever you wanted. Though can I just say that you are adorable with the collar on, but you are just as handsome with or without it on." I say smiling at him, his cheeks lightly flushing with the compliment. After cleaning both of us up, I brought him back to the room carrying him back to the bed.

"I can walk you know?" He said laughing sweetly as I set him down. I shrugged teasingly before pulling out underwear for the both of us. I watched as he slid them on and grabbing my sweats as well.

"Can I wear your shirt too?" (Y/n) asked shyly looking from my merch shirt I had been wearing. Grabbing the shirt I slid it over his head, smiling at the happy grin he gave. I pull on my basketball shorts before grabbing a bottle of water and a snack for the both of us. He leaned against my shoulder as we ate and drank, yawning every once in a while. I gently pulled him under the blankets before turning the lights out.

"I love you (Y/n) more than you know. I'm happy that you trust me and let me support you in every way possible. Thank you for today my sweet boy." I whispered holding him close to my form.

"I love you too, and thank you for always being here for me." He whispered back lightly kissing my lips before falling asleep. I smiled lightly letting myself drift off to sleep with him.

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Chapter 41

THE ROAD SO FAR

One step closer to the end.

FIVE Seconds

John 'Soap' MacTavish

Task Force 141 Base - Infirmary

We overcame Ultranationalists, chopper crashes, danger close with gunships but a goddamn dog is what'll get me into an infirmary? Rabies, ridiculous. What a waste of time. 

John wrote down his anger in his black journal. It housed all his thoughts ever since being recruited at the Task Force regarding mission briefings, regrets and training schedules. It was his outlet on all the things going on around the world.

He noticed that Captain Price also slept by the other bed, his eyes looked tired from staying up late, he never gave up on Volt that he tired himself out.

He winced at the pain of the bruise the rotten dog gave him. He was never really a fan of them as most dogs tend to chase him wherever he went. Yesterday was another proof. Luckily, France seemed to catch up on his body language, how he didn't want anyone to know that a dog was the reason he's in the infirmary. The way she knew it without telling her was starting to convince the Scotsman that he got himself a keeper. Someone who understands.

Speaking of which, the same gorgeous blonde girl entered the infirmary, greeting Soap with a very genuine smile of relief. 

"Hi." She smiled quietly as Price was still asleep. 

"Aye. Hello there." He greeted, his voice was low and rough as he attempted to catch the lady off guard. She may look tough wearing her 141 training uniform, but Soap knows how to make her lose her composure. 

"How's the wound?" She asked, her face was already turning red as she approached him. She looked so cute right now, Soap won't mind kissing her amidst the Captain being there along with some CCTVs.

"Getting better. Hopefully enough to join the fight. How about you?" he replied, smiling at the female soldier. The general mood of the room quickly shifted and the two of them were pretty aware about it.

"I'm fine. I'm just here to thank you for saving me back then. But you didn't have to… I deserved that bite for not being careful." She muttered.

Soap sighed. 

"Eh, you know full well that I care for you, France. For once let me be the hero." He chuckled and France laughed.

"You already know that you are my hero, dummy." She winked as she started to leave.

"I gotta go. It's my turn to clean up the comms. Wish you'd help me though, Hero." she teased as she left the room, Soap was left staring at her beautiful figure exit the room.

"You sure got yourself a tough lass there, lad." Price grumbled as he woke up, commenting on the two.

"Aye. She's definitely a keeper. I just hope I don't mess up. Because I think she's the one." Soap finally admitted, to Price of all people. The captain just chuckled.

"Yeah. My word of advice. Go with what your heart and mind says." He said with full sincerity, as if he didn't want Soap to regret everything. There was flavor in his words that made Soap wonder if such advice came from experience. Though he did hear rumors that he and Laswell had some sort of history, and he got that from France.

"Aye, Captain… Will do." Soap nodded and Price got up.

"I'm giving Volt a final visit." He grumbled and went off, leaving Soap alone in his thoughts once again.

The next day, Soap was cleared from the infirmary and was immediately tasked on the mission. Last night, Nero started his assault on the capital and thousands of rangers were struggling to keep them off the country. With Volt finally given up, he relayed information regarding one of Nero's allies.

They were going to Havana, the home base of the mind manipulation and the command center of Nero's forces. How it managed to stay hidden, nobody knows but the team was eager to find out soon. Especially that another nuke is ready for launch.

Abandoned Building, Cuba, Havana

Soap could hear France hum the song Havana quietly as she crossed her arms just before the plane started. She was nervous and Soap knew that so he tried to hold her hand in secrecy, showing him a face that assured her that everything will be alright.

In this mission, time was of the essence so stealth wasn't an option. They were headed to the base guns blazing, all in hopes to disable the second nuke launch.

The helo flew dangerously low as metal clanged on it's base as soon as enemies fired at it. It was a risky move but the squad needed to drop by the rooftops to get a clear vantage point.

Soap immediately seeked for cover by the edge of the rooftop, eyeing the door that led to the lower floors where the command center should be.

"We'll hold them off! You go!" Alex yelled as Soap, Price, Roach and France breached the door, descending to the second floor of the building. 

The place was abandoned and very open, enemies' footsteps echoed across the halls, making the team aware of their positions.

"Soap, focus on getting to the control room. We'll take care of them. France, cover his six. Roach and I will make a grand distraction." Price said, popping a grenade on the main hall and Roach assisted him, drawing all the attention towards them.

"Alex, when you're done sweeping up the yard, I need your team down here asap." Price muttered over comms.

"Roger that." he replied.

"Looks like it's you and me against the clock now." Soap managed to chuckle at their situation. France just chuckled and cleared the location so Soap could advance. This was her forte. Stealth and close quarters.

"You're good to go, John." She said as she took the stairs down. Soap cautiously followed as he heard gunshots from France's location.

"Two tangos down." She declared, clearing the staircase to the basement.

"Multiple tangos in the basement. Looks like we're in the right place." France nodded and Soap followed, pulling the pin of a grenade and tossing it to the narrow hallway.

"GRANADA!!" One yelled and an explosion followed, signaling the couple to press on the narrow hallway while they're dazed.

They shot down the enemies until more emerged from behind, trapping the two of them.

"Shite! At this rate we'll never push forward. We're pinned!" Soap called for help.

"Someone's escaping! Reinforcements are arriving!" Alex warned as the team was now overwhelmed with hostiles. Time was running out.

"John! Watch my six and I'll clear a path for you." France said and left without letting him reply. This worried Soap but he had to trust her and so he covered her six. Shooting at enemies dumb enough to dive on to the narrow hallway. He did his best to retaliate by firing back and tossing any grenades back to its source.

It felt like the longest two minutes of his life. France fought her way to the command center and him, defending the entrance while his ammo slowly ran out. Then after what seemed like forever, he heard her go signal.

Soap ran as fast as he could, and just before he lost sight of the entrance, he saw Price immediately follow him. They did it. They cleared the entrance.

He fished out his journal for the cryllic translator, decoding every letter just so he could stop the launch. They only had five seconds left. 

Soap furiously typed the code Volt gave them and pressed enter as soon as it's done. The launch didn't stop. Soap figured that they were too late, but Price's face never looked worried.

"Captain. The launch didn't stop! What are we going to do?" France said, worried.

"It's all according to plan." He muttered as he signaled his head to head back to the rooftop.

"Let's burn this place down." He added and they all ran back to the rooftops for exfil.

"Dropping the skyhook now! Latch yourselves in!" Eagle Two Four yelled as the thick rope dropped from the sky, Soap quickly latched himself in and looked behind him. France was a few meters away from the final hook as a stray bullet grazed her thigh.

"France! Hang on!" Soap quickly detached himself almost automatically, without thinking. The rest of the team were already being hoisted up when they noticed the two members still on the rooftops.

Soap's body felt the rush as he quickly carried her up and held her tight, running toward the last hook and quickly attaching himself in, all while holding her tight in his arms.

"Why didn't you call out to me? You know I'm going to save you whatever it takes." he whispered as he felt France already in tears. If it wasn't for him always checking out on her, she would've been left alone in that abandoned building.

"Is she going to be fine?" The worried Scotsman asked the nurse. His voice was almost loud enough to disturb everyone else.

"She got hit twice. One on the chest and one on the thigh. They're both minor but she just passed out from the panic and exhaustion. We found this on her chest. The thing practically saved her life." The nurse handed over his journal. Soap's eyes widened at the hole that pierced through the whole book. He must've left it when he typed the abort codes and she must've grabbed it from there.

"The bullet barely pierced through her armor thanks to that book." She said as Soap looked up and silently thanked that she was safe. He quickly flipped through the pages until he found the page where he drew her. The bullet hole on the page was where her heart was. It was funny because it was the other way around. That woman was the one that fired a bullet straight to his heart. And he wasn't a big fan of metaphors at this rate.

"So is she okay?" Roach quickly ran to Soap's side, a worried look on his face. Alex and Price were behind him.

"The journal saved her." He said, raising the pierced black book as proof.

"She's lucky enough you got her on time. I couldn't think of any other way she could be saved from there." Price commented as she looked at her through the glass.

"She's a tough lad. But sometimes she needs to understand that she isn't alone." Price added and Alex nodded. 

"She'll wake up soon." Alex tapped Soap's shoulder and he nodded, as they left the infirmary for another briefing.

On the way to the briefing room, they caught up with Ghost and Alexandra bringing an unknown man to the interrogation area, which prompted the team to follow.

Inside the interrogation room's observation area, the team sat while Price and Jack talked to the man.

"Nice to see ya, Jack. Thought Nero got rid of you." He smugly said with a wide annoying grin on his mouth.

"Who is this prick, anyway?!" Roach hissed.

"That's Gabriel Lannister. CIA's Research and Development Head." Alex said nonchalantly, Soap could see the disbelief in his eyes. There was more than just one mole in his previous department.

"He was the one in charge with the mass manipulation of the missing persons cases." Ryder added.

"While you lot launched the nuke, he went off running with four convoys of protection. Luckily we were able to intercept them by the bridge." Ghost informed.

"What about the nuke?" Soap asked, completely forgetting about it. It was his responsibility, as he typed the whole command on it.

"Blasted at Nero's fleet not too far from the White House. If you were five seconds later, the war would've ended differently." Ryder supplied the information.

"And the capital?" Roach asked.

"Mostly damaged, but it will recover. Turns out Nero did really burn the place down." Ghost answered. 

"What about Nero?" Alex asked, eyes not leaving the whole interrogation.

"No one knows where he is. We were hoping this guy would give information about him." Ryder pointed to Gabriel, who was having a fun time at the interrogation.

The tension inside the room was different. Each person had their own little realizations and this pushed them to end the war as soon as possible.

Soap immediately exited the area and went back to the infirmary.

"Hey." He was greeted by France, who was already up.

"How are you holding up?" He asked, his tone more concerned than ever.

"Well, It doesn't hurt right now but… I'm… I almost died out there, John… What if I died?" Her voice croaked and tears started falling from her eyes. John quickly approached her and hugged her gently close to his chest.

"Don't say that… What's important is you're alive… I got you and you're safe…" He whispered.

"Thank you." She croaked. John just rubbed her back assuring her everything will be alright.

"No. Thank you. You changed me, France. You made me realize a lot of things. I know that this isn't the most perfect place right now, but… Will you be my girlfriend? Because I can't help thinking about how every single day of my life since I met you, I can't stop thinking about you. Your smile, your face, the things you say, the way you hide what you really feel. I want all of those and after that last mission, I realized that I shouldn't have left you waiting. There was no better time than as soon as possible." He said, offering his notebook as replacement for flowers.

France nodded with tears in her eyes, accepting the journal with confusion.

"Turn it on the last page." Soap said as she did it, showing a sketch of her and him together happily smiling. She wore the clothes she wore when they were out together in that coffee shop.

"This is beautiful." She said, tracing a finger on the paper.

"I love you, John MacTavish." She said as she leaned in for a kiss, not letting him reply.

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