#a gift for y'all for waiting so damn long for me

[p1utofairy]

PAC: “you just like my sidekick, i just wanna ride…fulfill all your desires.” ♾️🕊️🖤

• what will the courting stage be like?

disclaimer ✩: 18+ mature themes. take what resonates, leave what doesn't. hope you all enjoy! p.s. don't be afraid to submit me your thoughts on my pacs.

pile 1 💒 —

hiii pile 1 welcome to your reading! right away i'm already hearing that you and your person share similar values and morals in the sense of how a relationship should be built on honesty, loyalty and trust. your person is veryyy traditional like when you two go out together, they'll want to treat you. or if you see something you really like they'll go out of their way to make sure you have it. they'll have a strong urge to provide for you, and at first you might be a little wary of this because you don't want them thinking that you need them for everything or that you'll become co-dependent (but that's not the case at all) they just want you to know that they'll always be there for you; if you need them. as you start getting to know them more, i think you'll be more open to being spontaneous and embarking on a fresh and exciting journey with them. i feel like you're a bit guarded/protective of your heart and although you really want this relationship with them…the fact that you'll be so open and vulnerable scares you. fear not, pile 1. be willing to embrace the unknown because your person is going to value and appreciate you so much! i just heard "like the royalty you are." OKAYYYY! let it happen by tame impala is coming to mind, "just let it happen, let it happen." exactly, just relax and don't self-sabotage! your person is very secure and reliable, i feel so much comfort in this connection. when you two go on dates i can see them intently listening and giving you such intense eye contact, like they're just soaking up your every word. i can see them squishing your cheeks randomly hehe i also pick up that there will be a great balance of giving and receiving, (physical touch and receiving gifts might be their love language) ugh you two are going to make each other so happy. you both have very youthful energies, it's sooo cute. whenever you are in each other's presence it's gonna feel like it's just you two, the rest of the world will become background noise. i see a lot of goofing around, them brushing the hair out of your eyes and just staring at you all lovingly…kissing your cheeks/neck just to hear you laugh. i just heard "you make it so easy to love you." AWWW. they're almost like a love sick puppy, i can't lie. love is gonna be so evident in their eyes whenever they look at you. i can see you two just laying together…everything is quiet and still & you just trace your fingers gently over their eyes, lips and nose and they have this cute sleepy smile on their face. i'm hearing you're the "okokokok" part of see you again by tyler the creator ft. kali uchis and they're the "lalalalala" lmfaooo that's so random but so damn cute.

other channeled messages:

sitting on a park bench, get you by daniel caesar ft. kali uchis, golden hour pictures, nasa by ariana grande, floral printed dress, pisces mercury, gemini venus, riding bikes together, just the two of us by grover washington ft. bill withers

pile 2 💐 —

heyyy pile 222 ⭐️ ooo the lovey dovey vibes are REAL omg your person loves to love you! if they could roll out a red carpet for you to walk on every time y'all step out together…they would. it's gonna surprise you how much they pay attention to little details about you so that they can surprise you with cute (i'm also hearing lavish) gifts! however, i feel like you might hold out on them in the beginning or make them sort of wait for your attention? some of you could have never been in a relationship before or have been single for a long time, and the connection is going to feel foreign at first. you're going to be navigating some pretty complex feelings/emotions but this person is willing to wait and accommodate whatever you need, even if it is space. your person is used to taking action right away, so taking a steady approach to building this connection with you will be a good balance for them. once things start moving along you'll really understand how deep their feelings are for you lol they're very direct and will not hesitate to make it known. your person has strong fire sign/leo energy whereas some of you that chose this pile give water sign vibes. when you initially meet them you may think to yourself "psh, we wouldn't work." because you two are a bit different in terms of personality, but if anything that'll draw you closer together. summer renaissance by beyoncé is playing and i can hear "it's so good, it's so good, it's so good, it's so good, it's sooooo gooood." yeah you're gonna fold pile 2 LMAOOOOO you can't resist them! i feel like they’ll give you a cute tennis bracelet or a watch and be like “here you go, it’s the anniversary of the day we first started texting each other.” 😭 so imagine when you two actually make it OFFICIAL. awww i’m hearing your gonna hit the jackpot with this person pile 2.

other channeled messages:

national anthem by lana del rey, you're so sentimental baby, fireworks, coquette aesthetic, let the light in by lana del rey ft. father john misty, lover boy era, sweet thing by mary j. blige

pile 3 🍑 —

whatta man by en vogue & salt-n-peppa immediately came to mind, pile 3. LOL your person is gonna rock your world (i'm hearing literally and metaphorically) OKAYYY pile 3 spicy, spicy! “you so crazyyy. i think i wanna have your baby.” part of the song just played wow your person is gonna have you whipped. you and your person both have a lot of great things going for yourselves, and i think you both share that same sense of passion and ambition. i’m hearing that you’re powerful manifestors pile 3, you know how to make your dreams become your reality. this will draw your person closer to you because they are very dedicated and willful when it comes to their goals and aspirations in life, so to have a person like you match their energy will make them feel good. company by justin bieber just started playing in my mind, “can we be, can we be, be each other’s company?” lol i wouldn’t be surprised if they were scoping you out for awhile before making the first move. they’re curious about you…they wanna know every and anything about you. you’re like an enigma to them and this person is very inquisitive and open-minded. they’ll like doing things with you that stimulate their mind like taking you to museums, concerts/musicals and maybe even escape rooms. they like to have a lot of fun and make the best of life. i think that your person is very in-tune with their feelings and they'll bring a strong sense of emotional stability and care to the relationship. dare i say it, the vibe reminds me of selena gomez and justin bieber’s relationship in its prime. it’s funny because after i listened to company…bad liar by selena gomez started playing lol. “i'm tryin'…not to give in to you. no, not to give in to you. with my feelings on fire…guess i'm a bad liar.” you may play hard to get at first pile 3 because i feel like you’ve been let down/disappointed by masculine figures in your life before, and you’re hoping this connection doesn’t let you down either. don't hold past situations against them though, because they are quite the opposite. they’re going to prioritize their connection with you and always make sure that you’re taken care of. they’ll take it nice and slow with you if you want…omfg your person is such a flirt. very much nice & slow by usher vibes. love this for you pile 3, i really do!

other channeled messages:

motive by ariana grande ft. doja cat, motivation by kelly rowland ft. lil wayne, comes from a very well off/rich family, aries, libra sun, taurus moon, infj, hey peach, georgia miller and zion miller, peaches & cream by 112 ft. p diddy, ordinary people by john legend

pile 4 💍 —

pile 4 can i just start by say that your person is so lover by taylor swift coded. “can i go where you go? can we always, be this close? forever and ever.” AHHH so cute. things may develop between you two rather quickly, there will be a lot of excitement and anticipation building up. into you by ariana grande just came to mind. this person might be a little different from your usual “type”/may not be the type of person you’d usually go for (i’d say personality-wise, cause looks-wise they’re very cute i’m hearing) but there’s something about them that’ll draw you to them like a magnet. it’ll almost make you feel appalled at how much you look forward to hearing back from them or being super excited for your next date with them. i’m hearing you tell yourself, “STAND UP!” lmaoooo y’all are so funny pile 4. your person is gonna love your sense of humor hehe you’re so sarcastic and witty. you’re gonna love how your person takes the reins of this relationship lol all you have to do is sit back and be pretty. girls need love by summer walker just started playing, “honestly, i’m tryna stay focused. you must think i’ve got to be joking when i say…i don't think i can wait. i just need it now, better swing my way.” yeahhh you’re gonna love them so much pile 4, the passion is sooooo strong. this connection will be very abundant and transformative for the both of you.

other channeled messages:

not nice by partynextdoor, confetti cake, silk red dress, 2000s rom-com type of love, infp, sleeping beauty, leo moon, capricorn rising, 10h placements, gemini or cancer mercury

[aemondsbabe]

Daybreak

summary: sunrise/sunset & orgasm control || aemond is eager to give you your first christmas gift, so long as you're willing to wait for it

pairing: modern!aemond x f!reader

warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, oral sex (f receiving), aemond being a tease, dirty talk, fingering, mentions of public sex but it’s in a dream lmao, nipple/breast play, edging/orgasm denial, piv sex, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink at the end, let me know if i missed anything!

word count: 2k

a/n: happy day nine of 12 days of smuff!! aemond is a menace but what else is new!!!!! hope y'all enjoy!!

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“Aemond, please,” your voice sounds so far away as you speak, like you’re listening to yourself underwater, “We can’t, not here!” Your voice is so high-pitched in your ears, so whiny and desperate despite yourself. 

Your boyfriend merely chuckles, hands not stopping as they eagerly shove your dress up your hips, one that was already short enough to be damn near scandalous. You hear yourself gasp as his fingers tear into your fishnet stockings, ripping them right where he needs to before he’s pushing you up onto the vanity. A shiver climbs up your spine when your back hits the cool glass of the mirror, soap dispenser clattering into the sink as your hands search desperately for something to hold onto. 

“Shhh,” Aemond coos, leaning in to press a comforting to kiss to your lips before trailing downward, lips and tongue working against your soft skin as he travels down your neck and chest, where he pauses briefly to nip at the tops of your breasts before continuing down, “No one can hear, princess. S’just you and me.” You know he’s right, you can practically feel the music outside the door thumping through your bones, the raucous laughter and yelling from the party only further driving his point home. 

Your head tilts back as he softly kisses up one leg, starting at your ankle and working his way up. A hand tangles in his hair, and something between a gasp and moan claws its way out of your throat as he bites at your inner thigh while his hands twine themselves around your hips. 

Your brows furrow together in confusion, even as he presses his lips against your clit, hot tongue sneaking out just a second later to swirl against the sensitive flesh. You’re so close already, h–

“How?” You croak out, breathlessly voicing your thoughts as your hands tug at his hair, trying to pull him away as your cunt clenches, already feeling overstimulated and taught, even though he’d only been touching you for a few seconds, “Aemond?” 

Your voice seems to echo all around you and the sounds of the party outside become distorted as well, though the desperation in your core quickly drowns all of that out as you feel yourself winding tighter and tighter and –

You wake with a gasp, all but bolting off the bed, arms and legs scrambling as your eyes scan the shadowy room. You try to close your thighs, only to be met with resistance, and it’s only then you calm down, eyes finally adjusted enough to make out Aemond’s familiar shape in the dark. 

“Shh, shh, shh,” he soothes, your thighs twitch in his grasp as he presses soft kisses to your sopping core, “S’only me, princess.” His voice is low and reassuring as he speaks, though you don’t miss the slight rasp in it, a gruffness to it that only happens during intimate moments. 

“What–?” You start to ask, only to be cut off by a loud moan as he swirls his tongue against your clit, practically setting fire to the small bud as it twitches helplessly. He simply pulls back with a laugh, relishing the way you squirm in his hold. 

“Just giving you your first present, baby,” he rasps, blowing against your center just to watch you writhe, his eye glued on your center, watching closely as it twitches feebly around nothing, “Sounded like you were dreaming about me, hm? Woke up to you whimpering my name.”

You hardly have the wherewithal to nod, though you bob your head dutifully, the knot in your belly already wound impossibly tight. Swallowing thickly, you glance over at the clock on your bedside table. 

7:28AM

Groaning, you bite your lower lip, brows knitting together as you thread your fingers through Aemond’s hair. You open your mouth to ask a question, though that dies on your lips when he ever so gently sucks your clit into his mouth. A sob heaves from your throat as your pussy clenches desperately again, the knot in your belly so, so close, you’re almost–

And he stops, pulling away from you with a wicked grin. 

“What the fuck!” You whine, nearly petulant as you buck your hips, frantically seeking any stimulation you could get your hands on as your high fades away once more. 

“Language,” he admonishes, biting at the inside of your thigh, just enough to hear you whine, “Wouldn’t want to end up on the naughty list right at the finish line, would you?”

“But I was so close!” 

“You’ll get it, princess,” he promises, pausing to lick one last slow, savoring lick up your center before he begins kissing his way up your body, “But good girls wait until Christmas morning to open their presents, don’t they?” 

“It’s seven thirty!” You whine, arching into his touch despite your annoyance as he kisses up your stomach, “Doesn’t that count?!”

He snickers, stopping to press wet, warm kisses to the fat of your breasts before he swirls his tongue around a nipple, groaning as he does. “Sunrise isn’t until seven fifty,” he teases, teeth nipping at your sensitive peak as his fingers tease the other, “Looked it up last night.”

You groan, knowing fighting is useless. If Aemond is determined to tease you, he usually gets his way, and something tells you begging won’t get you anywhere this time. As if sensing your submission, your boyfriend sighs happily and smiles as he kisses his way up to your lips; you whimper into his mouth as his tongue licks against yours – you can still taste yourself on his tongue. 

“Gonna be a good girl and wait for your present then?” He asks, shuffling closer to you until you could feel his length, hard and ready, bobbing against your center as he kneels between your spread legs. 

You nod and whisper a breathless yes, arching up into him yet again with a loud groan as one of his thumbs skirts over your clit, instantly driving you nearly to the edge. He huffs out a soft laugh above you and keeps rubbing the small bud until he sees your eyes flutter and roll back, a tell tale sign you’re almost there, and he pulls away again. 

“You know what I want, baby?” He asks, ghosting his thumb over your twitching clit again as soon as he sees you relax, smirking softly at the way your body instantly tenses up, on edge yet again. He doesn’t give you the chance to answer as he draws you up and up and up before stopping once more, “I wanna feel this pretty little pussy fall apart on my cock as soon as I slide into you.” 

The casual way he says it makes your head spin, like he’s telling you about some mundane thing that happened at work. You let out a broken sob as you look toward the clock once more, eyes taking a second to focus through the cloud of pleasure that’s so thickly blanketed your brain. 

7:40AM

You feel like crying, how were you meant to last ten more minutes when the past twelve had felt like an eternity?

“Aemond, please,” you chance, squirming beneath him yet again, trying to wiggle your hips against his hand or something, “P-Please, I can’t.” Your voice is hoarse as you shake your head up at him. Even in your state, even as he tortures you, you can’t help but admire him taking in the way his pale skin practically glows in the soft, barely there light of the growing dawn. 

His chest is heaving too and it occurs to you then that this must be a test for him as well, and that much is confirmed when your eyes trace slowly down the planes of his body to his cock, gasping when you see how flushed it is as it rests against your folds, the leaking head already positioned at your entrance. 

“Tapping out in the last couple minutes?” He teases, using his thumb to build you back up yet again before smirking as he watches you writhe and sob when he pulls it away yet again, “I don’t think quitters are on Santa’s nice list, princess.”

You don’t have it within yourself to argue anymore, your brain too scrambled as he brings you to the edge again, each time quicker than the last. 

He teases you for the last few minutes, though they feel like years as his fingers ghost across your aching bud. You nearly feel faint, your heart hammering in your chest as you come down from yet another almost-high. 

“Think we have time for one more, baby,” he whispers, smirking viciously as you go rigid beneath him the second the pad of his thumb comes into contact with your clit, “Ohh, there you go, I think you’re ready, huh?” He muses, jerking his thumb away almost as quickly as he touches you, violet eye sparkling as he watches your drooling core twitch in the warm orange light that’s just barely filtering in through the window. 

You nod your head frantically, fingers aching from how tightly you’ve been gripping the sheets. You can’t help but whine and squirm as you feel him rub his cock along the length of your center, gathering your wetness before he slots the tip at your entrance. You feel like dying when he pauses yet again, although you nearly cry with relief as he speaks.

“You’ve done so good for me, baby. So perfect, doing everything I say just like a good, good girl,” he praises, ever so slightly pushing into you with a groan, marveling at how tight you already are as you just barely hang onto the edge, “Come for me, princess.” He says before pushing into you quickly, his entire length sliding in all at once.

You feel like you’re on fire as pleasure courses through you, wilder and hotter than it ever has before. Your back arches off the bed as a loud moan, more akin to a scream, is ripped from your chest the second he fills you, pressing into every bit of you. You hardly hear him groaning above you, growling lowly in his chest at the way your walls clench and pulse against his length, tighter than he ever thought possible. 

You feel like your high never ends as shiver after shiver of pleasure rolls over you, your entire body tensing and relaxing with each contraction of your walls around his thick length. You sob with it, chest heaving as you call his name over and over like it’s the only word you know. 

After what feels like an eternity, you finally feel yourself calming down and you whimper as your muscles finally relax. 

“You did so fucking good,” he says reverently, his pale hair fanning out like a curtain around your head as he leans down to press gentle, soothing kisses to your forehead while his big hands cup your flushed cheeks, “So good, so perfect. Merry Christmas, my good girl” You giggle, nearly delirious as you finally settle down, and blush at his praises.

It’s only when you squirm again that you remember his length is still buried inside you and you moan softly, brows furrowed together as you gaze up at him, “You didn’t cum?” You ask, your voice a breathy whisper. 

He chuckles again, lowly, like he was waiting for you to ask, “Oh, sweet girl,” he whispers and slowly starts rocking his hips, smirking when you moan under him and clench at his shoulders, “That was your present, baby, but it wasn’t mine.” 

You shiver as he speaks, eyes fluttering at the cocky, taunting tone with which he speaks before they focus on his violet one yet again, “W-What’s your present?” You ask, already breathless as his hips speed up against you.

“The baby I’m gonna to put in your belly,” he groans, clenching his teeth as you tighten around him, “Seeing you all round and swollen with me, fuck – Making you a pretty little mommy is my present, princess.” 

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[starringthesturniolos]

my girl- chris sturniolo

summary- chris has liked you for a long time and he wants to take you out on a date, his first date ever.

A/N- this is one of my first pics I made from a request, hope y'all like it. it's super fluffy and I'm here for it.

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you stare at yourself in the mirror, and smile at your reflection. you had looked up a new way to do your makeup and you wore black leggings with a cropped shirt (that made your boobs look great). after 2 years of being really close friends, chris finally asked you out. your stomach fills with butterflies at the thought, before your phone pinged. you see that the message is from chris and you scramble to open it.

I'll be there in ten. remember to make sure to wear something you can move around in :)

your heart warms at seeing that he already took care of all the planning and arrangements for your date. chris was a pretty go with the flow kind of guy, so the fact that he went out of his way to make set plans showed how much he cared. you sighed happily and went to go wait for him downstairs.

after a while the door rings and you literally run to open it in excitement. "chris!" you practically throw yourself into his arms making him chuckle. "someones excited" he teases, his breathe tickling your ear. you blush and let go of him only to see a 7'11 bag in his grasp. you look up at him curiously and he smiles. "I stopped and got you a Snapple and two king size Reeses on the way here." you do a quick happy dance and immediately dive into the bag to grab the Reeses. "damn, slow down, we're eating later" he says while laughing his ass off. you scarf one of the cups down and he heads back to the car opening the passengers door for you. "wait matts not in the car, so who the hell is driving??" you say once you see not a soul in their car. "shhhhh" chris puts one finger to his lips with a goofy mischevious look on his face. "NO SHOT, YOUR DRIVING ILLEGALLY???" you yell in shock as he closes his door. "yeah, and guess what? I'm gonna give lightning McQueen a run for his money." he says as he pulls out.

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surprisingly enough, he pulls into a parking spot with both of you completely unharmed. you can see now that you guys are going to top golf. "you just brought me here so you can show off." you say jockingly rolling your eyes. "I just wanted to look good in front of my girl. how bout this, every time I get a good hit, we make out. that sounds like a great plan." he bites his lips and it reminds you of how he acts when he's getting flirty with matt. "that shit was so weird." you say after a minute and he laughs at your disappointed look.

we walk in to top golf and you immediately notice that no one else is in the building. he rented the place out?! , you think to yourself in awe. none of the triplets flexed their money, but times like these reminded you how well off they are. a swell of pride hits you at how far they have come, from nothing to something. your pulled out of your moment when you see an assortment of workers come and grab both you and chris' bags and a young gentleman leads both of you to your spot. on the table, there are candles lit and a bouquet of sunflowers in a vase. your favorite flowers. chocolate covered strawberries are out on the table as well, and on the mesh area that catches balls, Wall-e, your favorite Disney movie, was being projected. you marveled at all the thoughtful gifts and a lump forms in your throat. "you did all this for me? these are all my favorite things." you look up at him tears rolling down your cheeks. he wipes them and smiles down at you softly. "matt and nick helped me with all this too. they were almost as excited as I was." he says and more tears fall down your face at the thought of matt and nick helping. this must have taken forever. he cups your face and shakes it gently. "if you ever stop cryin', we can get to playing, hun" he teases. you wipe your face and walk to the podium to put in you and chris' info, while chris orders both of you drinks.

suddenly your smile drops and embarrassment floods you . "um chris.... I'm really bad at golf" you turn to him only to see him coming towards you. "yeah I know" he laughs. "nick went with you one time and he said you were HORRIBLE" you giggle at his potent Boston accent when he says the word horrible and he scoffs. "like really bad, so lets see what you got." he steps back so you can grab a club. Once a ball rolls out, you line up and make a poor excuse for a ready stance. "what is that, kid?" chris almost chokes on his drink from laughter and your face turns red with embarrassment. you try and swing at the ball quickly to get it over with but you miss. and to make matters worse, the club slipped out of your hands and you accidentally threw it all the way out into the field. this sends chris into a whole fit of laughter and you can't help but laugh with him after a while. after both of you calm down, chris grabs a club and comes up behind you. he grabs your hands and puts them on the club and lines it up with the golf ball. his chest is pressed against your back and you can feel his steady heartbeat. "you start just like this, ma." he says into your ear. your body is heating up and you can barely pay attention to what he's saying, he smirks at the fact. "you listening, y/n?" he says as his lips graze against your ear. "mhm" you manage to get out in a daze. He smiles at your flustered state before he moves both your arms and his to make a swing. he hits the ball perfectly and it goes so far you loose sight of it.

"nice hit" he says while tucking your loose hair behind your ear. its his turn now.

let's just say the whole rest of the night was filled with laughs and smiles. you ate chocolate strawberries and watched wall-e in the company of the sweetest man you knew. when the night came to an end, when he had to drop you off, he grabbed you before you could go into the house. "did you have fun?" he asks while dragging you to him slowly. "yeah, lots" you answer happily grabbing onto his jacket sleeves to pull him closer. he looks down at your hand on his sleeves and steps closer. "been smiling all night" he says looking down and admiring the same smile you’ve been wearing almost all night. "okay, well so have you!" you quip while laughing nervously. he pulled you all the way into him by your waist, your whole body pressed against his. his face was near inches away before he replies. "because being with you makes me happy" he says softly.

"same" you whisper looking at his lips. he takes the hint and kisses you gently. this is the love I've always wanted, you think to yourself as he kisses and holds you like something precious. he pulls back and his eyes travel your face like he is trying to embed it in his memory. you look away nervously at being ogled at but he grabs your chin and brings your gaze back to him. "good night, ma" he says pressing another soft kiss to your lips.

"goodnight" you smile at him for the last time tonight before heading inside.

[reveluving]

graves trying to fuck his shy wife in the car somewhere but shes worried someone will see and all that so he has to assure her it'll be just fine

SHIET BARK WOOF WOOF BARK 🗣️🔊 BABY, YOUR MIND!!!! THANK YOU 🫶🏼

Includes: car s~mut (minors DNI!), teasing in public, praising, dirty talking, one (1) spanking

COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌

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To say you looked ethereal in the dress he bought for you was an understatement.

“Phil–!” You stammered, digging your nails into his jacket as he thrust his hips upwards. One of his hands held the back of your head, bringing you in for a passionate kiss—your glossy lips sending him to a drunken haze, while the other gripped your hips, bringing them up and down at an animalistic pace.

You could only imagine how much the car was shaking from the outside.

He had brought you to a fancy restaurant for your anniversary—the kind that needed a reservation months prior. And on the day of your special dinner, he left you a little surprise on the bed. 

Inside the black monochromatic gift box was a long, luxurious-looking dress, plus some matching jewellery. As if he hadn’t bought you plenty already.

And he knew had made one of the greatest decisions in his life when he finally got to see you wear it. 

It began with romantic kisses; anywhere from your hands and even went as far as nuzzling your cheeks, listening to your giggles as his stubble tickled you.

And then, he took a few steps further. 

Your body never stopped heating up when he started leaving lazy kisses on your neck, sighing contently as your breath hitched each time. Nor did he ever stop staring at you even when your food arrived. You were lucky your table was far from the eyes of the customers, though you couldn’t say the same about the waiters and waitresses. The side split only gained his access for his naughty hands to roam and slide up your legs.

And yet he spoonfed you his food and even joked around about random topics as if one of his hands wasn’t squeezing and stroking your thigh—the coldness of his wedding band contrasting to the rising temperature of your own body. 

You couldn’t do anything about the smugness on your husband’s face, even teasing you by asking if you were alright—he knew you’d likely let out a cute moan of yours if you did attempt to answer him.

And as soon as he paid for the meal, he spared you the endless torture, partially because, he, too, couldn’t resist any longer.

Upon entering the car, he immediately pulled you to his lap. He didn’t waste any time, bunching up your dress to reveal your ass, then pulling your panties to the side.

“Phil—! Wait!” You squeaked, looking left and right in fear of anyone passing by in the parking lot. Your husband cooed almost condescendingly as you hid your face in his neck. 

“What’s wrong? Don’t y’want me to touch you?” His hand made its way under your dress, then past the crotch area of your damp underwear, biting down a smirk as your slick smeared his fingers. He hummed in approval, “I know I do. ‘Can feel this pretty pussy making a mess—fuck.”

You were mentally debating on begging him to take you this instant or to drive you home to be fucked. But your resolve was breaking, damn near disappearing, as if his indifference, or better yet, the thrill of getting caught in a public space was doing stuff to you.

He snapped you out of your thoughts real fast when he slapped your ass. Your yelp turned into whines when he began massaging them to soothe the sting.

“C’mon,” He assured you, though if you weren’t so lightheaded, you would’ve noticed the hint of desperation in his tone, “Need t’fuck my wife stupid in her pretty dress,” He pinched on the fabric of your dress for a moment, “So fucking beautiful f’me.”

You couldn’t help but throw your head back as he slid his hands up your back, watching your face contort with great intensity. 

It didn’t take long for him to convince you, and when he took his cock out of his pants—slapping against his stomach as he finally rid himself of the constriction, your self-control finally broke.

Just like he did.

˚ · . f i n . · ˚

[malwaredykes]

To: LUCKY 38 PRESIDENTIAL SUITE TERMINAL

From: Leigh Stasik

Subject: BIG DAMN BUGS

Hi there everybody!

So, it's day 5, and Joshua Graham continues to get on my nerves. I've received a lot of clear signals that the feeling is, of course, mutual. I don't think he's very happy about what I've been doing—or, more accurately, what I haven't been doing. Because he really, really wants to put me to work, in the sense that I'm to run errands for him, and I don't wanna do that. He doesn't agree to help me find a way back home, though, until I help him resolve his business. This, indeed, is a very unsatisfactory situation, as I am essentially being held hostage by the man, and I'm not pleased about him trying to act all kind and compassionate about it. I think he thinks he's doing me a great favor by “humoring” my “condition” (hahaha!) insofar as he hasn't gotten outwardly mean or violent about it. He's a hateful little man, quite homogeneously so with the Legion past of his that he claims he has long since abandoned and healed from. I in turn feel rather hateful whenever I have to listen to him go on and on about the love burning within and without him… Love for what? Vapid goof. Disgusting. I'd mess with him more, but I don't want to upset people here. But oh, how I want to mess with him. At least I know that if he tries to harm me, he won't last very long. I sure do love to hurt those who think themselves indestructible. Am I right? Who's with me?

I went out into the valley with Waking Cloud today, to disarm some traps set up by the White Legs on one of the bridges. She's so sweet! Not going to lie, I'm still a little surprised I managed to make friends here; it's not like I was going out of my way, as I had my own tasks to tend to, and didn't want to bother anyone.

But, anyway. Around noon the sun got reeeeaally harsh, so we decided to sit in the shade for a little while, right by the river, dipping our legs in the water. There's something about the smell of fresh flowing water, right above its surface, when the sun and the heat pull vapor out of it. We talked about a bunch of things. I think I've mentioned this already, but she's a midwife; we discuss medicine a lot, which is fun. She's taught me a lot about local herbs, their properties, and how to get the best results when preparing them. I told her about my hopes for cultivating some of Zion's plants and fungi back in the Mojave. In the end, she asked if perhaps I could stay in Zion. Gosh… What a touching suggestion. But I have family at home! I've got a dog and an eyebot to put through college! But I will return one day, I'm sure. I hope so. Maybe any of y'all wish to come along?

Soooo… We pressed onwards and then I saw them. A small pack of cazadores, nothing unusual for me, though their wings had a yellow tint to it, much paler than the bright orange I'm used to. Cloud was shocked by my nonchalant reaction, how I just pulled out my rifle and got ready to dispatch the creatures if needed, and I didn't understand until one got a little closer. That thing was huge! At least twice the size of the cazadores you'd see in the Mojave! And its chitin was a lot thicker, so it didn't go down with one or two shots. That was crazy. We did manage to hunt down a few, and the two that remained fled. Upon closer inspection, everything about these cazadores was bigger and more messed up. The stinger, the poison glands… Geeze. I wonder if the increased size comes from better air quality. Higher oxygen levels in the atmosphere did cause bugs to evolve larger in prehistoric times. I kinda want to try and make turbo out of these, but I don't think that's wise. I don't have the proper equipment with me to test the precise contents of this venom, and I can't exactly do a taste test. Oh well.

Ronnie-honey, aside from the surprise gift I can't wait to show you, I have a few mechanical tchotchkes for you to take a look at when I get back. You might be able to make sense of them, because I sure can't. I pulled one of them out of this airplane wreck I stumbled across. Well, you'll see.

Raul, Cloud gave me this recipe for agave candy that she makes for her kids. It takes time to prepare, but it's genius. I am so making it for you. And that's final. No ifs or buts. I mean, I'm gonna make it for everyone, but especially you.

Anyway. I need to get a good night's sleep this time. So, write to you later! Love you all! Take care!

Leigh

[hades--baby]

Frozen Blood and Warm Hands

Summary: Price knew that you were aching to get back out on the field and get your hands a little dirty. You'd been stuck on base for too long and he could tell that you were starting to get antsy, so he assigned you to a mission that would have you stationed out in Russia for a few months. He also assigned Lieutenant Simon Riley and Sergeant John MacTavish to join you on said mission, hoping that the tight quarters of the little safe house you'd be stuck in would resolve whatever tension set between the three of you. Fortunately for you, the tight quarters and a near-death experience would force the three of you to acknowledge the elephant in the room: the love you three shared for each other and what the fuck you were going to do about it.

Note: This is my first COD fic so I'm a little scared to post, but I hope y'all enjoy :)

Word Count: 7224

The light knocks you rapped against your Captain’s office door had been quiet and polite, almost as if you hadn’t wanted to bother him (even though he had quite literally been the one to summon you to his quaint office). A muffled “come in” sounded out from the other side of the thick door and you waited another beat before swinging it open. 

“You asked to speak with me, sir?” you said as you stepped into Price’s office. 

“I did,” he said, adjusting his posture to sit up in his seat properly. You shut his office door behind you and stood at attention in front of his wooden desk. He paused his movement and glanced up at you for a few moments before chuckling to himself as he shook his head. “At ease, Frost.”

“Thought you were gonna have me standing there all day, Pricey,” you joked, adding on the little nickname you had so graciously gifted him a while back. 

A small smile graced Price’s face, one that he didn’t mind you seeing. He knew that the second he dismissed you, the typical military formalities that were ingrained into every soldier’s mind would be thrown out the damn window. Meetings with you were always a rollercoaster, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

You walked forward and plopped down onto one of the comfy chairs set in front of his desk. He casually held out his cigar to you—as he did every time you came into his office—and you kindly plucked it from his calloused grip, taking a deep drag for yourself as he shuffled a few files around. He eventually flipped one of them open, scanned the papers, and then set it down in front of you. 

“I have your next mission,” he said, sliding the file over while holding his other hand out. You took one last solid drag from the expensive cigar before handing it back over to him. You picked the file up and flicked it open. Your eyes trailed over the small words printed in fading black ink, taking in the surprise of the mission. 

“You’re sending me to Russia?”

He nodded. 

“In the middle of winter?”

Another nod. 

“For a month?”

One last nod. 

“Fuckin’ hell,” you said, shaking your head as you dropped the file back onto his desk. 

“Come on now, don’t fret. You won’t be freezing your arse off alone,” he said, letting a tight-lipped smile pull over his face. You knew that look all too well. “I’m sending Ghost and Soap along with you.”

“You know, I think I’d actually prefer to spend a month on my own in the snow, sir,” you muttered, eyes flashing wide for a split second as you snatched the file back up to look over the fine details. 

“You say that as if you don’t spend every waking moment with them,” he said, giving you a pointed look. You sent him a faux glare and reached over to pluck the cigar from his hand again. A smug smirk fell over his lips as he leaned back in his seat. “Thought you’d be happy to spend a month alone with your lover boys.”

“Don’t call them that,” you said as you looked away and sank in your seat, but that wasn’t enough to hide the light blush that had dusted over the expanse of your face. 

Truth be told, you were absolutely ecstatic to be sent on a long-term mission with Ghost and Soap. 

They would make the job easier. 

Make the days pass by a little faster. 

Make your life a little more enjoyable. 

And perhaps the close quarters would give you the courage to finally answer the salient question that they had asked in the privacy of your own room. Much to your surprise, they had proposed an offer of being a beloved addition to their relationship. 

To be the muse of their waking moments and restful dreams. 

To be one of the very reasons they fought every night and day to stay in this torturous reality no matter how dark and scary it could be. 

You had been mulling over the damned question for the past week even though your answer had been set on the tip of your tongue the moment they had asked. 

You just couldn’t seem to get it out. 

You had shared intimate moments with both of the men before. 

Nothing crazy. 

Just little things. 

Little things like sharing the quiet moments after a long, rough mission to patch each other up. Or waking up on a cold morning to see a steaming cup of fresh coffee sitting on your bedside table with a little note scrawled out in Soap’s handwriting, letting you know that breakfast was ready whenever you were. Or the peaceful nights where you sat on the roof of the barracks, watching the stars in good company. Or even the times when you’re tucked away in Ghost’s room, taking long, burning sips from a bottle of bourbon he’d stashed in his desk drawer while Soap schooled you both on why Scotch was a much better choice when trying to soothe a soldier’s soul. 

You had always thought that they were just playing nice with you; per Price’s orders, or something along the lines of that. Taking care of a fellow soldier who was a part of their team because that’s just what you did with the people you knew were watching your six out on the field. 

However, there had always been moments where you truly started to question whether or not they were doing it just because you were a fellow soldier or if it was because you meant more to them than just someone they worked with. 

One of those moments had been when they had found you tucked away in the dark expanse of your room. Harsh tremors shook your hands, ragged breaths overtook your tight lungs, and jarring meaningless words slipped from your lips in self-deprecating whispers. 

Your mind felt as if you had slipped through the cracks of thick ice over a frozen lake and started drowning in the freezing murky water of your own thoughts and memories of the traumas of life and war. 

Simon and Johnny had somehow found a way to ease you out of your own chilling mind. They seemed to know exactly how to calm you down and how to bring you back to the reality your mind had managed to fret from. They had set themselves at your sides, pulling you into a tight press between their large figures. And it truly wasn’t until Simon had lifted the bottom half of his mask up to his nose and pressed light kisses to the crook of your neck as Soap gently grazed his calloused fingertips over your face that you realized that what you thought was just simple care from your comrades was much more than just that. 

They had stayed with you, just like that, for the entire night. 

They asked you to be with them a few weeks later. 

Touching on how much they adored you. 

How much they craved to have you by their sides every moment they could rightfully steal you away. 

How much they loved you.

And good Lord you wanted to say yes right then and there, but you knew that there were things that you had to work out before giving them an answer. Things you wanted to figure out before stepping into something you so desperately wanted to be a part of.

After all, the military was an unforgiving place and you were a little terrified that it would tear the three of you apart if anyone with ill intent were to find out. 

So you told them that you had to… think about it.  

“Are they supposed to be babysitting me or am I supposed to be babysitting them?” you asked before taking a nice slow drag from the cigar pinched between your fingers. 

“A bit of both, just to be safe,” Price answered, humor lacing his tone. 

“Fucking fantastic,” you muttered, setting the file back down with a sigh. “When do we leave?”

“Two days from now at 0600.” He took the cigar back with a wink and a nod. “Have fun in the cold, kid.”

“God damn, it’s as cold in here as it is out there,” you snapped as you stepped into the safe house that you, Ghost, and Soap were meant to be sharing for the next month or so. A shiver ran down your spine as you stepped further into the house. 

“Someone get a fuckin’ fire started,” Soap said, rubbing his hands over his arms in an attempt to warm up. 

“Do it yourself, Johnny,” Ghost said flatly as he shut the door behind him. Soap huffed a bit as he grabbed a few pieces of firewood that were neatly stacked and kneeled down in front of the fireplace. You smiled a bit, finding it amusing that he was actually doing as he was told. 

And while the two of them figured out the whole fire situation, you decided to take a look around the small cabin that you found yourself situated in. Honestly, it wasn’t all that bad. There was a decent-sized kitchen, the living room was surprisingly cozy, and there seemed to be enough firewood to last you ages. 

The only thing that really seemed to strike a nerve with you was the bedroom. 

You swore you were going to strangle Price when you got back to base. 

In the very middle of the cozy room was only one comfortable-looking bed. Sure, it was large enough to fit the three of you, but you’d have to be really snuggled up together to make it work. You silently cursed Price again, making a mental note to snag one of his nice cigars as payback. 

“Anything exciting in here?” Soap asked, appearing right behind you in the doorway. He spotted the one bed you had been staring at and huffed out a heavy laugh. “Hey, LT, get a load of this!”

The other man in the house silently stepped up behind you, shamelessly pressing his chest up against your back. He immediately spotted what you had been grimacing at and what the Scotsman beside you had been grinning at. 

“I’ll take the couch so you two can have the bed,” you said, not wanting to deal with either of their badgering about who’d sleep where. 

“Not so fast, lass,” Soap said, shaking his head with the same grin on his face. 

“It’s too cold to be sleeping separately out here. We’d be better off sleeping together,” Ghost said, backing Soap up without a hint of hesitation.

Regardless of the cold, you felt a light wave of heat fall over your face and a faded red dust on your already rosy cheeks. He could have worded that better, the three of you knew it, but it didn’t matter.

“I think I’ll take my chances with the couch and the fireplace in the living room,” you muttered, not wanting to overstep a boundary, especially when you still hadn’t given them an answer to their proposition. 

And although you were acting in protest, you knew that they were right about the cold. The three of you would be better off sleeping together in one bed, sharing all the body heat you could to keep your toes from freezing off.

So to avoid any further argument, you sighed and tossed your rucksack into the room, simply letting it be. Ghost and Soap took that as your resignation from the couch and into the bedroom with them. Without another word, you pivoted on your heel and walked back out into the living room, hoping to get the chill out from your bones by sitting next to the fireplace.  

“Jesus fuck—if this place doesn’t warm up soon, I might actually lose it,” you said, switching between rubbing your hands together and holding your palms out towards the fire. 

“You could always come cuddle up to me, Frost,” Soap joked, sending a cheeky grin and a wink in your direction. You rolled your eyes and tucked your chin into the popped collar of your coat, hoping to hide your face enough so neither of the men could see the light blush that had graced your face. Then again, you could always just play off your rosiness by blaming it on the damn cold. 

“You two need to rest up while you can. We head out at 0800 tomorrow,” Ghost said, his eyes flicking between you and Soap before he slipped into the bedroom. 

“He’s right. It’s already pretty late and we have an early morning,” you said, nodding your head as you stood from your place in front of the fireplace. The three of you had arrived late in the day at the drop point and with the additional couple kilometer hike to the safehouse—it was safe to say that you were ready to tuck in and fall asleep. 

“And bring some of that wood in here. There’s a fireplace in the room too,” Ghost called out from the bedroom. You grabbed a few pieces, passing them over to Soap as you both made your way into the room. Ghost got to work on the fire while you quickly changed into a few thick, comfortable layers to sleep in. 

There were already at least three blankets on the bed and you prayed that the blankets combined with the boys’ body heat would be enough to keep you warm throughout the night. You looked back at the bed for a moment, taking a deep breath as you tried to piece together the words that were scattered in your skull.

It’s not like you three hadn’t shared a bed before. 

It would just be like all those other times. 

Except this time, you knew something that you hadn’t known before:

They loved you. 

At least, that’s what they told you. 

“Have you thought about what we talked about the other day?” Soap asked, slinking up behind you. He rested his hands on your hips, gently squeezing your supple skin. You smiled softly, catching yourself leaning back into the warm embrace of his broad chest. 

You appreciated how Soap didn’t let a teasing tone lace his words this time around. 

The jokes had been set aside. 

Now he was just truly curious. 

You took a deep breath and let it out in a quiet sigh, one that Ghost noticed, regardless of how subtle it had been in your mind.

“Yeah, I’ve thought about it,” you said, nodding your head. 

“And?” Ghost said, stepping in front of you. 

The two men had successfully pressed you between their bodies, keeping you nice and warm. You kept your eyes away from them for a moment. Well, there’s no better time than the present, you supposed. You slowly lifted your head and took a deep breath. 

“We’re gonna have to hide this from certain people, you know? People who are too stuck in the old-fashioned military ways to acknowledge something like this,” you said, looking between the two men. “We all know how the military feels about there being more than two people in a relationship and with you two technically being my superiors…” 

And though you had been trying to address a serious concern of yours, Ghost and Soap couldn’t help but feel ecstatic because the fact that you were bringing up your concerns meant that you were willing to try. They knew that airing out your concerns was your way of saying “yes” to them. 

“We’ll figure all of that out together, if you’re willing to,” Soap said, resting his face in the crook of your neck, something that you had learned to love so tenderly. Simon leaned his forehead against yours and you willfully closed your eyes. 

“Yeah, I’m willing.”

“Are we clear to move forward?” you asked over comms, waiting for Ghost to give the all-clear to proceed. Your lieutenant was hidden away in a treeline not too far from the base you and Soap were meant to be infiltrating. It was supposed to be a quick in-and-out intel retrieve. 

Quick, stealthy, and easy. 

“Affirmative. You two are clear to move in,” Ghost said, his raspy voice reverberating over the comms. 

You glanced over at Soap and nodded your head towards the door, earning a nod back. The two of you entered the building and went your separate ways. You made your way down the dark corridors, shouldering your rifle as you aimed to favor the small pistol in the holster wrapped around your thigh. While the others on your task force seemed to prefer to keep their rifle in hand when clearing a building, you learned that you preferred to have something a little smaller and lighter. It made life a little earlier when it came to sudden close combat situations. 

You carefully checked each corner, going through all the straights and turns you needed to go down in order to get to the room you were meant to be in. Comms had gone silent, a mutual understanding of the peace and quiet needed when it came down to a mission like this. The three of you couldn’t necessarily talk unless you wanted to get caught. Wouldn’t be much of a stealth mission if you were just out in the open for everyone to hear and see. 

A couple of gunshots popped and echoed throughout the dark hallway, making you halt and press yourself against the nearest wall. Shouts of Russian orders followed the loud gunshots and you let out a quiet groan. 

“Soap, please tell me that wasn’t you,” you muttered into the comm system, trying to keep your voice as quiet as you could. 

“Yeah about that—” he started, sounding out of breath as more shots began to echo throughout the corridors. “Get the info and then meet at the rendezvous point. I’ll lead most of them out of the building to buy you some time.”

“God damn it,” you said, shaking your head as you continued down your path. 

You were surprised that Ghost hadn’t chimed in and said something about Soap’s position being compromised, though you were sure that he’d say something sooner or later. 

You hastily found the room you needed and immediately got to work, searching for the important files that Price needed you to retrieve. Thankfully, they were easy to find. A deep breath heaved out of you as the file began to download onto your hard drive. The gunshots outside started to get closer and closer, making your knee involuntarily bounce and your nerves cloud up in your throat. The system finally chimed when the files were done downloading. You snatched the hard drive up and shoved it into one of your pockets. 

“Alright, time to go,” you muttered to yourself as you grabbed your pistol. You made your way out of the room, keeping a wary eye on your surroundings. “I’ve got the files. En route to the rendezvous point.”

“Both of you need to hurry your arses up,” Ghost snapped, annoyance lying in the undertone of his deep voice.

“Thanks for the outstanding advice, LT. I’m hauling ass as fast as I can,” you said, rolling your eyes as you continued to make your way out of the building. “We’re going to have to lay real low for a bit after this one.”

“No shit.” 

The moment your boots met the snow outside, a loud gunshot cracked in your direction. A group of Russian soldiers were heading right for you, guns in hand and braced against their shoulders as they started to gain some ground on you. You immediately started running and Soap suddenly popped up beside you. 

“What the fuck happened?” you shouted. 

“Slight complication,” he said through heavy breaths. 

“You mean you got caught.”

“Oh haud yer wheesht,” he snapped back. 

The treeline that your rendezvous point was set in quickly came into view. Your eyes fell upon the frozen lake set between you and the treeline and you let out a huff of a breath. 

“We can get to the rendezvous point faster if we cross over the lake instead of going around it. We can take them out once we get some cover in the treeline,” you said, jutting your head towards the frozen lake beside you. 

“ Take the damn shortcut,” Ghost snapped. “I’ll give you two some cover fire.”

You prayed that the lake was frozen all the way through. 

Only one way to find out. 

You took the risk and let out a sigh of relief when the ice didn’t budge beneath your weight. 

“Shortcut it is,” Soap said, dropping onto the ice beside you before taking off again. 

You and Soap made it close to the treeline, almost off of the faulty ice when a piercing crack near your feet echoed over the horizon. The two of you slid to a stop, knowing exactly what the sound was. The ice had cracked somewhere near. You forced yourself to take a deep breath as you tried to figure out what your next move would be. Slowly shifting your weight between your feet, the ice started to crack even more. 

“Oh, we’re pure pan breed now,” Soap muttered under his breath. 

“Fuckin’ Scots,” you muttered back, wishing you knew what he had said. 

“What the fuck are you two muppets standing around for? Keep moving!” Ghost snapped over the comms, no doubt watching us from the little perch he was hiding away in. 

“Ice cracked, LT,” Soap said, looking around just as you were. Bullets flying in from behind started to crack the ice even more, making you and Soap flinch. He grabbed your wrist and whipped you back into motion. “Fuck it, we have to go!”

He was right. You needed to move and—at the very least—make it to Ghost. Let the damned ice crack behind you, you were not about to get fucking shot—

And just with your luck, a gleaming bullet whizzed through the thin air and lodged itself right into your back, nuzzling into the small gap of flesh that your tactical vest didn’t cover. There was zero traction between the soles of your boots and the ground and you soon found yourself slipping and crashing through the thin ice beneath you.

Icy water encased your entire figure, seeping through all of the trusty layers you were wearing until you were soaked down to the bone. Your body had immediately stiffened, lungs filling with the chilled liquid. The pain in your side could barely be felt as a prickly sensation overtook your limbs, leaving you with nothing but a stinging sensation to crawl over your skin. 

Your mind had stopped working.

It was as if the painfully low temperatures had severed any connection from your brain to your body. 

You tried to wade your arms through the water to keep yourself afloat, but the harsh convulsions racking through your shrinking lungs and tingling hands made it nearly impossible. 

You tried, and tried, and tried. 

But to no avail, you felt the cold completely set in and your mind finally blanked. 

“Grab her, Johnny! I’ll cover you!” Ghost shouted, finally appearing from the treeline.

Soap rushed over to where you had disappeared through the ice. He reached his hands into the dark water to grab onto your limp figure that had started to sink further into the freezing water. Ghost made quick work of the remaining soldiers, lodging two bullets in each of their figures until they were all slumped and limp on the ground, completely out of commission. He turned around just in time to see Soap pulling their own limp soldier from the icy depths. 

“Come on, Frost. Up and at ‘em,” Soap said, hooking his arms under yours and dragging you off of the cracked ice. You groaned and opened your eyes a sliver, teeth chattering. He easily spotted the crimson blood seeping through the layers that were covering your lower back and staining the white snow beneath you. 

“We need to get them to the safe house,” Ghost said. 

“We’re a solid klick out, but we can make quick work of it if one of us takes their heavier gear,” Soap said. He grabbed the bandana tied to his belt and placed it over the bullet wound on your back, putting as much pressure on the wound as you could.

They were lucky that you had fallen into the ice water right after getting shot. The imminent level of hypothermia would help with slowing the bleeding down, hopefully giving them the leeway that they needed to get you to the safe house without you bleeding out on them. But Soap knew that the ill temperatures wouldn’t stop the bleeding altogether and none of that would actually matter if the hypothermia took you from them first.  

He quickly gathered all of your gear and strapped it to his own body. 

“Let’s get going,” he said, nodding his head. 

Ghost managed to get you on his back, keeping your cold body draped over his. He could hear the shallow breathing of his companion, your teeth chattering louder and louder by the minute breaths you had been taking. 

“Stay with us, Frost,” he said, his voice fighting against the whipping wind. 

You let out a quiet grunt in response in hopes of letting him know that you were still around, but you could feel your eyes closing as your head dipped further into the tall man’s shoulder. 

The trek to the safehouse had been horrid. 

The two men completely dreaded the kilometer they had to run with all of the extra weight on their shoulders. Though, to be perfectly clear, they weren’t dreading the actual work of the trek. It was more so they were dreading how long it took because they knew that every minute—every second—that passed was another moment closer to something fatal happening to the person they had come to love so dearly. 

Ghost’s usual nerves of steel were rattled. 

This was the first time in a very long time that he had felt like this. 

Scared. 

This was the first time in a long time that he had felt truly scared. 

Johnny seemed to always test his resolve when they were out on the field together, but the Scotsman always found his way home (never completely unscathed, but he would, at the very least, make it to his own bunk after every mission). When your life was added to the roster of people Simon cared about, his worry nearly doubled any time their military-issued boots touched hostile ground. 

Watching you crash through the ice and take a die into the dark water had practically made his heart stop in his chest. It was enough to make him willingly blow his cover in the safe depths of the treeline that the three of you were meant to rendezvous in. 

He wasn’t ready to lose you. 

Not when he had just let you in. 

He had opened the doors and let you in to see the chaos of his mind and heart, something only Johnny had seen before you had managed to slip into their lives. 

He didn’t want to lose the gentle touch that you had brought into his life. 

The gentle touch of your hands as they ran over the dark tattoos painted over his forearms. The gentle touch of your voice as you eased him through an episode after a mission. The gentle touch of your eyes as they raked over the bottom half of his face when he lifted his balaclava to his nose in order to take a sip from the burning bottle of bourbon they had decided to share. 

He refused to lose you. 

Simon refused to let you be taken from him. 

“Thank fuck, we made it,” Soap breathed out, snapping Ghost out of the trance of his own thoughts. 

They had finally made it to the safe house. 

Once they were inside, Soap immediately started working on getting a fire started while Ghost set your limp form on the floor near the fireplace. 

“We gotta warm them up slowly and take care of the bullet wound,” Ghost said, kneeling down in front of you. You had stopped shivering. He knew that you were hitting a detrimental point in your state of hypothermia and that in tandem with all that blood loss… it could be a matter of minutes before you slipped from their hold. “Alright, Frost, I’m gonna start undressing you now. You still with us?”

You barely nodded in response. 

“I need a verbal confirmation, Frost.”

“I’m… I’m still with you,” you forced out, your words slurring as your blue lips barely moved. 

“Good. Keep it that way.”

Everything felt… hot. 

It felt as if you were fucking burning from the inside out. 

You were practically begging Ghost to just take all of your layers off. You knew that you passed the point of feeling cold and you couldn’t seem to fully process the way your skin tingled and burned. Ghost’s hands unbuckled and unstrapped the rest of your gear from your body, dragging away the heavy tactical vest (that should have stopped the damn bullet that was wedged in your lower back) and the belts and holsters that were wrapped around your limbs like damned vices. 

Soap had gotten a fire started in both the living room and the bedroom, grabbing the med kit in the process of making his way back around to the pair curled up near the fire. 

“Help me sit them up, Johnny.”

Soap carefully sat you up and set himself behind you to keep you propped up just as Ghost wanted. You winced as you felt your skin stretch from the movement, the edges of your wound being pulled into an uncomfortable expanse. With your mind lacking the energy to make you scream, you were reserved to quiet winces and groans to show your pain. 

Your skin had paled far too much and both of the men started to feel more and more frightened for your poor state of well-being. They had never seen you in such a state of weakness. You had always been the bright-eyed addition to the team. The soldier that lifted the morale of others around them no matter how shitty the situation was. 

To see the star of their life so dull in their arms terrified them.

Ghost made quick work of peeling your boots and pants off next, glancing up at your eyes here and there to make sure they were still open. They were half-open, but they were still open, which was all that mattered to them right now. 

Soap put a heavy hand on the bullet wound on your back, keeping pressure on it as he looked down at your face. He craned his head to the side, trying to keep sight of your paling facial features. The fact that you looked so near to the color of death… he couldn’t bring himself to finish his thought. 

His eyes were stuck on the light ice crystals that had clung to your lashes, hovering over your heavy-lidded eyes. Eyes that he had easily lost himself in before. During long mission debriefs, in the mess while you joke around with the rest of the task force, and when you would solemnly stare off on the way to another mission drop point. 

Though, his favorite time to lose himself within the pools of your eyes, was when you were laid out on his or Simon’s bed, talking about everything and anything that came to mind. He fell in love with the way your eyes lit up every time you talked about something you seemed to have so much passion for. He adored the way your eyes seemed to brighten every time he sent a harmless flirt your way. He craved to see the way your eyes melted into his every time his hands touched your skin. 

“Get them talking,” Ghost said, looking up at Soap for a moment. The young Scotsman cleared his throat, thoughts of the warmth their eyes usually provided dissipating from his mind. 

“Hey, lass,” he started, swallowing down the lump in his throat as he tried to get your attention. Your head lifted slightly, brow furrowed, and your eyes—the eyes he had fallen so in love with—gleamed with confusion. He prayed that the memory loss that typically came with the harsher levels of hypothermia hadn’t set in yet. Your head lulled to the side for a moment before you looked up at him. “Can you tell us what your name is?”

You muttered your own name, the dull whisper almost getting lost in the whistling of the wind outside. 

Soap hummed in response. 

“And what do the boys in uniform call you?”

You took a moment to remember your own call sign. 

“Frost,” you answered. 

“Good that, Frost,” he said, nodding his head. He used his free hand to open up the med kit, knowing that he needed to work fast. 

Ghost stood to his feet and started stripping away his own gear, throwing everything aside as he worked quickly. He silently winced as the cold air nipped at his skin. The fire had started to warm the cabin up, but it still wasn’t enough. If he was still feeling cold, then he couldn’t imagine what you were feeling. 

“Let me take them,” Ghost said, sitting in front of the pair. Soap nodded and let Ghost take you into his arms, but he kept his hand firmly planted on your wound. Ghost sat you right in his lap, pulling your chest against his own, letting your skin finally meet in hopes of warming you up. You winced, the stinging pain spreading through your body just as the warmth does. He wrapped a blanket around both of your figures, having to keep part of your lower back clear so Soap could get to work on your still bleeding wound. He kept one of his arms around your shoulders and the other near your hips. 

“Alright, lass, I’m gonna get this bullet out of you and get you all stitched up,” Soap said, pulling a fresh pair of gloves on. 

“Come on, Johnny,” Ghost said as he rubbed one of his hands over your freezing skin. The Scot knew that the taller man was worried about you. His voice didn’t shake, but there was a sense of urgency that followed his words. The same urgency that Ghost had revealed back in Las Almas when he had been shot. 

Soap got to work, disinfecting the area as much as he could before grabbing a pair of dull tweezers and hovering over the wound. 

“This is going to hurt,” he muttered, grimacing to himself before diving in. 

Even in your nearly unconscious state, you sucked in a sharp breath and pressed yourself against Ghost’s chest, trying to escape the freezing edge of the tweezers that had just been inserted into your lower back. You let out a cry of pain, limbs finally starting to work again as your hands grasped onto Ghost’s shoulders. Your nails dug into his skin and he clenched his jaw, holding you a little tighter in an attempt to keep you still so Soap could do his work as quickly as he could. 

“Fuck!” you gasped, clenching your jaw as you shoved your face into the warm crook of Ghost’s neck. Your skin rubbed against a mixture of his own skin and the thick material of his balaclava. Tears pricked your eyes and you immediately closed them, not wanting them to fall but the pain in your back threatened to make all of that happen. “Fuckin’ hell—”

“We know, love, we know,” Soap cooed in hopes of soothing you. He furrowed his brows as he continued to fish for the damn bullet. When he finally grasped onto it, he slowly pulled it out, relieved to finally see the glint of metal getting pulled from your wound. 

The release of pressure in your back made you sag and slump into Ghost’s hold, no longer fighting against his strong grip on your body in an attempt to keep you still. Everything about him was warm, comforting, and inviting. You could feel yourself slipping away into his kind embrace. Ghost must have noticed because he jostled you around a bit, forcing you to keep your eyes open. 

“We need you awake, Frost,” he said, holding you a little closer as Soap started to stitch you up. The moment the cold metal needle laced itself into the top layer of your skin, you jolted. 

“Sorry,” Soap muttered, trying to work as quickly as he could without hurting you. He soon finished and tied the stitches off, patching it all up with fresh gauze and a bandage to keep everything covered. “Alright, done.”

Soap grabbed another blanket and wrapped it around you and Ghost before running his hands over your back, soothing you as you started to regain control of your uneven breathing. 

“Get your gear off and meet us in the bedroom. They need all the heat they can get,” Ghost said, nodding his head towards the bedroom that you three had been sharing. Soap nodded as he started to work on all the gear strapped to his body. He hadn’t realized that he hadn’t taken anything off as he was trying to get you all patched up. Everything suddenly felt much heavier and a whole lot colder, giving him a little more incentive to get everything off in a timely manner. 

Ghost set you down in the middle of the bed, resting blankets over your still form before sliding under the covers behind you. Soap soon appeared in the doorway, looking over the sight set before him. 

The sight of the two people he loved most lying in bed together, legs entangled beneath the many layers of the blankets resting atop them. His heart yearned to lie beside them, to let himself entangle in the precious bond in front of him, but he couldn’t help but just watch them lie peacefully for a few silent moments. 

“Get in here, Johnny,” Ghost beckoned as he pulled his balaclava off and threw it onto the nightstand behind him. Johnny’s eyes widened as Simon brought a single finger up to his lips, telling him to keep quiet before nodding his head down at you. Simon settled back down behind you as Johnny slid into bed right in front of you. 

You still looked a little hazed, but the way your hands were reaching out to him, practically pulling him in closer until he was flushed chest to chest with you… It drove him crazy. Your cold fingertips urged him even closer and he complied, happily following your touch. He rested his arms around you, his hand meeting Simon’s arm that was wrapped around your waist. The two men kept you pressed up between them as they watched some color return to your skin.

“Hey,” Johnny whispered, nudging you gently. He knew that you shouldn’t fall asleep just yet. They needed you to get a little more color and a little more warmth in you before you slipped off from the conscious world. “Tell us how you got your callsign, Frost.”

You took in their warm embrace for a few moments longer before answering. 

“When I was younger—when I first joined the military—I was always a little too serious out on the field. It was almost kind of ridiculous how serious I tried to be as a private,” you started, your words no longer slurred, but the exhaustion in your voice was still evident. “My old team used to say that I would turn into a stone-cold killer when I was out on the field. So they started calling me Frosty, but it changed to Frost as I got older.”

Johnny chuckled a bit, thinking about how you’d probably lose your head if the team started to call you Frosty nowadays. And while he thought about that, you couldn’t help but think about the low rumble of a deep laugh you had felt reverberate from his chest and into yours. 

You loved his laugh. 

You loved him. 

You wanted to stay here forever. 

Just like this. 

Tucked away in every crevice of Johnny and Simon’s hold. 

Warm. 

Safe. 

You’d do anything to stay here, but you knew that it would have to come to an end eventually.

But for now, you were content with living in the moment for once. 

Simon placed a gentle kiss on the crook of your neck while Johnny placed a delicate kiss on your forehead. A quiet sigh slipped past your lips as you melted into them, but a gasp filled your lungs again the moment you realized that you had felt Simon’s lips graze over your skin and the stubble that covered the bottom half of his face scratched against your skin.  

He wasn’t wearing his mask. 

He wasn’t wearing his fucking mask. 

Johnny soothingly shushed you with a small smile on his face as he ran the back of his fingers against your soft cheek. 

Johnny was okay with this. 

Simon was okay with this. 

“Relax, love,” Simon whispered into your skin, letting his breath warm your neck. He ran a hand over the bandage on your lower back and a light shiver ran through your body as his fingertips grazed the edges of your fresh wound. He muttered a quiet apology, going back to resting his large hand on your hip.

“Don’t go tearing my stitches, Si,” you muttered, laughing lightly. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Simon and Johnny felt a heavy weight finally lifted off their shoulders. You were joking around again, which meant that you’d (most likely) be okay. They both let out content sighs, glancing at each other as they noticed that the other had done the same thing. The two men smiled softly at each other, eyes meeting in a warm stare. 

Johnny looked over Simon’s face, wishing he could reach up and trace the jagged scar that ran through his lover’s smile. Simon wanted to melt into Johnny’s mouth, yearning to press his lips against the Scot’s, just to make sure he was really there—that everything happening was real.

“Acting like a bunch of lovesick teenagers,” you muttered, a giddy smile falling over your face as you closed your eyes.  

“You say that as if you don’t act the same way, lass,” Johnny muttered back, keeping a smile on his face. You snuggled your face into his chest to hide your growing smile. He and Simon chuckled, shaking their heads at you.

It was a rare occurrence to hear Simon laugh.

You only got to hear him laugh in quiet moments like this. 

Moments that only you and Johnny knew existed. 

“Get some rest, love,” Simon whispered before pressing another kiss to your neck. 

And just like that, the soft touches of their fingertips grazing over your skin lulled you closer and closer to sleep until you finally relaxed completely into the darkness of their embrace. 

[anniesstories]

Kazutora Hanemiya Headcanons ❤️

Sfw+Nsfw

Sfw

I feel like he's shy. He'll just stalk you. He wouldn't dare to talk to you. So obviously you'll have to be the one that does the first move. Plz dont make him wait too long😭😭

At first he's shy, but when he gets comfortable around you, he'll be flirty af, so be careful lol.

He's sweet and loving and he always wants to make you happy. So you'll probably wake up with sweet little gifts like chocolate or even poems... they sound shitty af but from the lyrics it's obvious he tries to tell you how much he loves you.

He's a cuddle and huggie lover, everytime you two meet, he'll ask for a hug like "Huggie wiggie?🥺"

I feel like he's a little cry baby around you bc you're the only one who's able to give him the comfort he needs yooyy

JEALOUS ASF!!! he gets jealous very easily, so good luck proving him you didn't cheat or you don't have a crush on someone cuz he won't believe you unless you'll fuck him

Loves using your breasts as pillows when you two are watching a movie or sleeping or cuddling.... he'll try not to make it sexual but he's so close to your boobs...he just can't help himself 🥺🫶

He's insecure about his look and his attitude...but damn your the comfort he needs for confidence<3

Nsfw

He has two "faces". When he's the sub, he's such a slut. He'll beg you to let him cum, and if you're going too fast, he'll try to grab your hips to slow it down but it won't work...poor boy. Well when he's the dominant one.... you're fucked up literally so you're the one who's crying for mercy.

I feel like sometimes, during sex, he'll be very romantic with candles and eventually music (specially when Valentine's Day). He just wants to be very close to you yk...only sex can allow him be that close yk yk.

He loves boobs. You will randomly wake up with his hands cupping your breasts. Damn if he's hard, give him a boobjob and you made his day.

Face sitting. Trust me, he loves that. You have no idea how much he loves the way your cunt squirts all over his face while your desperately riding his face, covering it in your juices.

As for pet names, he likes calling you in any way, specially tiger, princess, darling or love....or even slut because we're his sluts, right? But plz call him daddy, pretty/baby boy. Just do it

He doesn't have any preferences when it comes to choosing a position. He doesn't care if is doggy style, 69, cowgirl or any. He doesn't really care as long as he can look at your pretty face and boobs ;)

As for kinks, probably degradation or breeding kink is *chief kiss*....

That's it for now:)) sorry for being inactive but dawg exams, also tysm for all the support! Love y'all, plz stay hydrated ❤️✨ Cya next time <3

[halfmoth-halfman]

we're starting to get into the spooky months now, so what better way to close out the summer vibes than with a fic rec list!!

unfortunately, the original of this post got messed up through my queue and it left me discouraged and not really with the energy to go all out like i usually do so i apologize if the reviews are a little lackluster this time around, but i did love and adore every single one of these fics 💜

if you wanna see more more of my fic recs and favs, i have em all on my recs blog, here!! please note the navi page is still under construction!!

and of course, if you have any fic recs of your own, feel free to send em my way here or on my sideblog - i love finding new fics and writers!! 💜

Javier Peña

birthday bash || a pile of cards - @mvtthewmurdvck

✧ what else can i say? cute. adorable. perfect. made me feel like it was my birthday, because this was fic was such a gift. i don't know how jo is able to write the cutest and most fun relationship dynamics, but it makes my heart soar every time.

late night texts || iv. before the gold and glimmer | bonus scene: phone sex | v. you make me feel wild | vi. the place where i want to be | bonus scene: wicked games you play | vii. oh the sweetest thing - @mvtthewmurdvck

✧ i will never not be in love with the way jo writes javi, and the absolute beauty of her writing. the way this relationship builds and feels so real with equals parts teasing and the shyness of the first time meeting someone you kinda sorta know always leaves me stunned.

John "Soap" MacTavish

run away to me || i. - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ i'm warning y'all now, hal has spoiled me this month and a lot of the fics on this list are gonna be hers. but to start we're talking about this fantastic fic. blacksmith!soap was not something i knew i needed and i am foaming at the mouth to see where this goes.

soap comforting reader - @nrdmssgs

✧ coming from someone who's had very similar anxieties around meeting a significant other's family, this hit very close to home and was so. damn. sweet. i love this so much and soap being an absolute sweetheart here was just icing on the cake.

John Price

glitter and gold || snippet - @writeforfandoms

✧ i could talk about this fic for hours. not only have i read it about a hundred times, but this fic helped inspire me to start drawing again. one of my top favorite comfort fics, everything about it is perfect. dragon!price being so in love with his wife, princess!reader finding joy and love and freedom with her new husband, the little appearances from the rest of the 141. it's all just perfect.

cardigan || part 1. it starts in a bar - @as-is-above-so-below

✧ price x teacher!reader was a lovely idea that i have been waiting for with baited breath and it did not disappoint. esp this part:

“Believe me. I get it. My career makes it difficult to find time for much of anything.”

“Yeah, well, I have sixteen kids.”

i love sassy teacher!reader.

songs that sound like sea-foam || (ii) | (iii) - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ this fic destroyed me. i had to call my mom and talk to her about it because i loved it so much. idk how to describe it, this filled me with a beautiful sense of longing and nostalgia of the classic fairytales my parents used to read me before bed

all, most, some, none - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ mmkay just one second while i-

lions and ibexes - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ i love husband!price, don't get me wrong, but i think farah was the real star of this fic. her characterization is wonderful, and the talk she and reader have is so sad (for lack of a better word) but also hopeful and real. i want to have a love the way hal writes it in her fics.

late night cookies - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ perfect dad!price fic right here. really hit me right in the unresolved daddy issues. good job.

where did you sleep last night - @captainfern

✧ i might just be a sucker for pet names like my love and darling, but this was so unbelievably sweet. reader missing price so much that they light one of his cigars just for the familiar smell of him?? i'm aldkasjl i love this so much.

glory to the reaper - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ the ability of hal to just present us with pure poetry like it's no big deal is just ugh chef's kiss. like all of this here:

How can life go on when such things are uttered to light? When they’re buried deep into your marrow like the dirt on top of a grave? 

How can the Reaper knock at your doorways when love exists in such quantity…in the fractures of his eyes? Only when his lips brush yours do you understand.

absolutely stunning.

ducky socks - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ dad!price strikes again by breaking my heart in the best possible way and gluing it back together with pure sweetness and a wholesome father-daughter relationship.

Keegan P. Russ

for the weak and weary - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ i am of a simple mind. i see hal has written a keegan fic, i drop everything and read the keegan fic, i sob uncontrollably and struggle to read through my tears, i scroll back up to the top and read again.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

some nights are like that - @deadbranch

✧ insert ohmygod they were roommates meme here. i love gaz, i love friends to lovers, i love roommates to lovers, i love everything about this fic. it's cute, it's sweet, it made me giggle. 10/10 will read again.

cult of vagabonds || chapter six: storm-flying petrels - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ i crave this series like something else let me tell you, and each chapter completely delivers. reader is somehow so frustrating and so relatable at the same time, no regard for her own life but also...same.

to be in love - @lethalchiralium

✧ am i biased because i requested this? yes. but also because this is cute and wholesome and perfect and the idea of gaz buying flowers for his crush makes me smile like an idiot and keri did a perfect job with this.

paper rings - @lethalchiralium

✧ this is me staring at keri after she's written one of the most perfect gaz prompts i've ever read and giving me the cutest, sweetest, most wholesome treat.

get behind me - @writeforfandoms

✧ i love fall fair stuff. corn mazes, haunted houses, bobbing for apples, all of it. and it's even better with the addition of gaz. soap being a little shit had me laughing, but gaz being such a sweetheart (and a little bit of a tease) just had my smiling and giggling to myself.

there’s no need to panic, i’m right here now, aren’t i? you’re safe - @writeforfandoms

✧ gaz is the best boi and even more so when jen writes him. i love the way she portrays him being so soft and comforting, but also not afraid to take care of problems for his significant other. and, as someone who's had loud neighbors, i wish i had gaz there to take care of them for me too 😭

Miguel O'Hara

glass houses - @lethal-chiralium

✧ actual picture of me pretending to be okay after reading this and having my heart shATTERED INTO A MILLION PIECES HOW DARE YOU KERI

welcome to new york || 3 | 4 - @writeforfandoms

✧ i consume these chapters as if they're a decadent slice of cake made just for me and they're so fucking delicious every time. i love lyla and jess in this fic (i love everyone in this fic tbh, but i gotta support the girlies) and this part right here:

(Note to self: bring a sweater.)

literally me. i love this so much and can't wait see where it goes.

hammock by the sea - @wyvernest

✧ the way this fic made me want to enjoy a sunny july afternoon on my honeymoon with miguel in a hammock soooo bad. idk if feel-good can be used to describe a fic, but that's how i feel about this one. it's a feel-good fic, makes me soft and happy and wistful.

spider-girl!reader|| you haven't kissed me all day | jealous miguel | saying i love you for the first time - @luveline

✧ luveline never misses with the miguel fics. every single one is A+ 10/10 chef's kiss. the domesticity while also keeping miguel his grumpy self is just lakdjaksl i'm so weak for luveline's fics and her portrayal of miguel.

Multi

dead disco || chapter 6 - @peachesofteal

✧ i really gotta read this series in small doses, because the way it makes my heart ache cannot be healthy. i just want everything to work out, for them to be happy but goddamn does peach want me to suffer (and i happily thank her for it)

how do they cuddle - @homicidal-slvt

✧ this has any and everyone in it, but more importantly it has my boys, gaz and roach and that's all that matters to me. gaz being the type to do a little kiss attack is so cute and something i can see him doing and roach tracing little shapes and letters i'm screaming. also graves being an absolute menace, you're so right for that.

Nikto

ravishing allure || prologue | cake for a dead man (i) -@halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ do i know who nikto is? not in the slightest. did that stop me from dropping everything to read this series? not in the slightest. will i ever be normal about one of hal's amazing fics? not in the slightest :)

Phillip Graves

close your eyes for me, love - @writeforfandoms

✧ protective graves just does something for me. like, of course, he's a little shit and all that, but, as we've seen in canon, that man is loyal to a fault so it makes sense that loyalty would extend to his significant other. and also the way jen writes him just makes me blush and giggle so that's a plus 🤭

Rodolfo Parra

pressing their foreheads together - @writeforfandoms

✧ i read Warnings: soft domestic fluff and kissing. and knew this fic was gonna be made for me. and i was right. this fic made me sigh longingly. i am so astronomically weak for the way jen writes this man and the way she writes soft domesticity.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

the safe house has seen better days - @ghostaholics

✧ how does it feel to have such a perfect understanding of a character and then create such a gorgeous fic on top of that??

Always staying awake, always assigning himself to the graveyard shift for watch while everyone else squeezes in a few hours of rest before the sun comes up.

i am in awe of ms. ghostaholics and her beautiful ability to turn characterization into pure poetry.

hired as a live-in house cleaner - @ceilidho

✧ i👏🏼love👏🏼this👏🏼fic👏🏼 this turned me into a big ol' soft pile of hearts and mush ugghh just the perfect amount of fluff. very cute but subtle too and y'know i think that fits ghost pretty well.

the team is invited to a wedding - @rileyslibrary

✧ one thing about me: i love a wedding. and this fic right here? absolutely delivered. it's got everything: ghost, gaz cameo, a wedding, macarons. not to mention the A+ banter between ghost and reader, i love them and this fic so much.

happiness || white carnations - @lethal-chiralium

✧ happiness hurts in a way that leaves me somehow longing for more and i can't describe it any other way. i think keri is determined to figure out how many different ways she can break my heart with angst and fluff and i couldn't be more thankful.

circles and squares - @mvtthewmurdvck

✧ i know i gushed about this fic already, but i'm gonna do it again. the best way to describe my feelings about this is that i would dedicate an entire section of my bookshelf just for jo's writing. the way she perfectly balances the differences between ghost and simon. the way he's stern and struggles, but doesn't lose his snark. the way he and reader support each other while still respecting each other and they're need for space. i'm so weak for this fic.

on the edge of the universe - @kil-g

✧ it's the world-building for me. it's the captivating atmosphere for me. there's just something so beautifully haunting here, and i am desperately clinging to every little piece of it. like i'm already feral for everything isa writes, and this is another excellent addition to the collection.

civ!reader kills someone out of self defense for the first time - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ had me hooked from the opening line and man was i on edge the rest of the time. i was panicking right there alongside reader, and the portrayal of her confusion and fear and anxiety was so well done. and ghost coming in to comfort her?? i was crying. so unbelievably good.

badly wrapped secrets - @mvtthewmurdvck

✧ i just-

"Thank you, for all of this.

He nods—short, and full of understanding, as well as signalling: you’re welcome."

i love them so much 😭

blood was its avatar - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ i was fighting for my life trying to read this without blushing like a sinner in church and ended up looking something like this-

and i damn near cackled like a witch at that ending LMAO

the roommate series || lover boy - @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world

✧ i knew nothing about this series going on and when i tell you i read through it with a swiftness. my skin is clear, my knees are weak, my livestock is fed. this fic (this whole series tbh) has reached in and wrapped around my heart in the best possible way.

illicit indulgences || the ghost of you - @floralpascal

✧ i am screaming. this is so...i don't know the right word. beautiful? stunning? gorgeous? all of the above? the captivating description of loneliness, the way ella manages to capture the stubbornness of ghost missing someone but refusing to admit to himself that he does. they're so perfect and in love and i'm just alskdaj

can you imagine someone threatening you - @mvtthewmurdvck

✧ you ever hear that phrase, so nice you reblog it twice? well i have, cause that's exactly what i did with this fic. it's the least i could do for the pure artistry of this fic. i love reader here, being so confident and capable and ghost being completely infatuated by her ability and so ready to kill anyone who disrespects her.

Valeria Garza

10 years too late on that, love - @writeforfandoms

✧ hello???? this was incredible???? i am??? slightly intimidated???? and in love??? with both valeria because she's mommy and with jen because she's such a wonderful writer and i am in awe of her talent.

[lonely-north-star]

number 2 from your ramblings in your notes!!!!!

here’s to hoping we get motivation to finish our wips………..

🙏 desperately hoping for for both of us

y'all are about to learn so much about me ajwjefj, I've been thinking so much about this damn necklace and how I want it to appear in every lifetime they meet. Mammon is always the one to gift it to my MC, Paula

okay number two is mermaid mc and Mammon as the Captain and Solomon as a crew mate !!! Some random pirate caught a glimpse of her, and tried catching her, but it did NOT end well (imagine she sunk their ship lol). Now she has a bounty on her head LMAO

(this got way long so more under the cut)

SO of course the two of them find out about this while visiting the nearby town to get supplies, and they're both devising a plan to catch her. That prize money is hefty AND they'd get bragging rights

So of course they're out, and people catch the most glimpses of her during the night. I need to come up with a design for her actually - definitely a blue tail ??

ANYWAY they're staying up multiple nights to even see her, and one night they do, and they're using a net to try and grab her. She'd definitely taunt them. I'd like to imagine Mammon gets so pissed off at the taunting, he actually jumps into the water to try and grab her. Solomon is so concerned. All Paula does is laugh and swim away.

Wait imagine they're tight on money and they try fishing, but Paula keeps shooing any animals away. Just to annoy them. And they see her and catch on. But y'know what they also see? How she's decked out in random jewelry and shiny chains. Treasures she's found ?? So they start thinking they can bribe her !!

They offer some random jewel in exchange for her not messing with their catch. Or maybe human things interest her ?? Ooh, a hair comb actually !! Unfortunately, she is convinced, as wary as she is. Maybe she even brings like- plants? To try and get them to not fish so much?

Somewhere between this she starts popping out during the day, trading and talking with them, but always from afar. She sometimes swims closer but another crew member will always spook her.

Maybe solomams find a rock to sit on?? To make her less afraid?? They show off they have no weapons, no nothing, and they actually get to see her up close. And wow. She's pretty.

Now they're like "damn fuck the reward we want her instead!" HAHAHA

They all get closer <3 i like to think at some point later, Mammon gifts her THE necklace (the diamond shaped one my MC always wears). And !?? Surprise, surprise, it's magic and turns her human !!! (Not my love for barbie and h20 showing, sorry guys HAHA)

It'd be sooo cute if they have to carry her everywhere while she learns to walk and have legs. But they're in shock. All of them are. But she definitely joins their crew !!

Angst would be she gets kidnapped because someone recognized her from the bounty and solomams have to save her !! God I can't even imagine, they'd beat everyone up to get to her. I love that for them.

HAHA SORRY FOR RAMBLING FOR SO LONG, I NEED TO COMPILE THESE INTO A DOC OR SOMETHING. I wanted to expand on them ajwjwje

[moonlight-prose]

♱ NUESTRO PLANETA ♱

a/n: not going to lie it took me longer than i wanted for this fic to be written. probably because it's been a few months since i've written for him. i'm iffy about it honestly, but i hope y'all enjoy!

day five - phone sex | kinktober 2022

summary: late nights apart turned into risqué phone calls.

word count: 1.1k+

pairing: javier peña x f!reader

warnings: MINORS DNI, cussing, female + male masturbation, hint of cum eating, dirty talk if you squint really hard and use a magnifying glass.

He hated working late. Mainly because it was around the early AM hours when he finally managed to collapse on his couch, lighting a cigarette to release the stress. Yet the new found loathing he acquired for spending so many hours pouring over file after file came when he met you. It was just his luck that your job required you to go in early whereas he stayed up late—the opposing schedules nearly drove you both up the wall.

Every now and then you managed to sneak time to see one another. Whether it was him picking you up for lunch or you meeting him halfway for dinner. You made it work the only way you could.

Which resulted more often than not, in nights like this.

The smell of cigarette smoke permeated his senses as he read line after line of the file—searching for one name. That’s all they needed. His eyes were starting to blur from squinting at the small printed words and his stomach was twisting with hunger. One look at the clock told him he’d have to wait another hour before leaving; once again missing his chance to see you.

You and your pretty smile, your comforting presence, and mischievous eyes. Javier could almost pretend that you were here with him. Sitting on the edge of his desk and telling him all about your work day—how it went and what you were planning to do tomorrow. He could in all honesty, listen to you talk for hours at a time. He already had. If he closed his eyes and focused maybe he might even be able to smell the delicate perfume you wore—one he always watched you spray on every morning and night.

The phone rang, cutting through his thoughts, and with a sigh he answered it.

“This is—”

His shoulders tensed, hand gripping the phone so tight his knuckles turned white, as your sharp gasp echoed into his ear. He knew that gasp—had been the cause of that gasp more times than he could count—and nothing made his mind wake up faster. Cursing into the line, he glanced around the office he knew was empty—the tie he wore suddenly restricting his breathing. So he pulled at it, tearing it off as yet another shaky breath rang in his ear.

“Javi?” you breathed.

He groaned, his head falling into his hand. Even your voice sounded sinful. A piece of you he wanted here in the flesh so he could get a chance to hear it louder. To make you keen and moan like he knew he could. Glaring at the clock that hung on the opposing wall, he tried to will time to speed up so he could finally go home.

“I’m here corazón,” he replied. “You couldn’t wait for me to get home huh?”

A soft moan sent a shiver down his spine—the echo of your fingers sliding in and out of your cunt audible in the background. The blood rushed to his cock, making his suit pants suddenly painful to wear and with one more glance around the deserted office, he reached down. The small secluded office he was assigned to suddenly felt like a damn gift as he freed himself, wrapping a hand around his already leaking cock.

“I didn’t want to wait anymore.” Your breath hitched and you pressed the phone tighter to your ear when you heard him moan in relief—knowing he was doing the exact same thing you were doing.

He didn’t go further then a small stroke here and there, adamant on restraining himself so he could hear you fully. “How many fingers?”

Fuck, he knew how many you could take and he also knew you’d be doing your best to mimic the feeling of his. The sound of your slick grew louder, your moan high pitched. He wanted to ask how long you’d been at this. When did you start? But words escaped him the second you whined his name. He’d always known that when it came to you…he would do anything. Ever since he first laid eyes on you. Even now as you practically begged him to help you cum, he was unable to do anything but give in.

“Three,” you choked out, pressing your thumb on your clit and keening when sparks of pleasure ran up your spine.

He clicked his tongue, grunting into the phone. “You can add one more for me.”

So you did.

Javi and please were the only words you could get out of your mouth. It felt like hours since you started, finally deciding that to hear his voice was as good as you could get. Nights like this always drove the both of you to the brink of breaking. Desperate for one another once you finally found time to be together again. But hearing him spur you on, telling you how pretty you must look with four of your fingers buried in your cunt, was all you needed.

“Are you close, corazón?” He wanted to run out of the building and go home to you, but before he did any of that…he needed to hear you shatter. He needed to imagine what you looked like before he got to see it in person.

“Mhm,” you mumbled, biting down on your bottom lip. “I’m—” A cry cut off your words, the pleasure mounting even further. “I’m right there.”

“Okay baby,” he said softly, tugging on his cock to relieve the absolute ache that spread through him. “Come on. Cum for me. I want to hear you.”

He fought against the urge to buck up into his hand, the sound of you sobbing his name through the line nearly tipping him over the edge. Somehow he was right on the edge of finishing with you and yet he barely touched himself. He blamed it on the stress, but knew that you were the sole reason for that happening. With a pained groan, he tucked his still throbbing cock back into his pants before snatching his jacket and car keys.

“I’ll be home in five minutes.”

“Please hurry,” you sighed, still in need of him rather than your fingers. They would do for now, but eventually you wouldn’t be able to finish with just that.

He froze at the sound of you sucking on something filtered through the scratchy connection. The realization slammed into him like a semi-truck. You were sucking your cum off your fingers, moaning at the taste and asking for him to come take care of you. Javier knew then that you’d be the reason his heart stopped for sheer shock alone. One small phone call and he felt as if he was the one who just had the orgasm.

“I’m on my way.” Slamming the phone down, he rushed through the building, ignoring everyone who remained.

They could wait until tomorrow. Tonight he would spend at home with you—a place he would always rather be.

[lady-of-the-silver-lakeatron]

Bridgerton Season 3 Episode 4 Initial Reactions

At last I am done and I can live in peace!

He brought a plant for her to enjoy indoors! This is the way to introduce a partner to your interests!

No Portia do not meddle leave the poor people alone.

Lady Arnold really said boy I do not need you to be cute I need you in bed bahahah

They're training a cute Pomeranian tricks!

"With much practice anything is possible" has the same energy as "Through incredible amounts of violence anything is possible"

OMG the caller isnt the Lord Samadani but best boy John!! Not Eloise hiding!

Francesca looks ready to eat him up!!

He is an Earl y'all! He's above a Viscount but below a Marquess! Like damn!

This scene is giving "woman on first date feels like she could spend whole life in uncomfortable silence with this man".

All these yappers are so confused about how happy they are/ Let them simply vibe within their auras!

John you're so good mannered! Best boy right here.

Penelope's dress looks like a princess dress it has a purple mist of fabric 10/10.

Portia stop perpetuating these ideas. No wonder your kids didn't know how to have sex!

You cannot make me feel bad for Cressida, nooo, stop

Okay Debling is such a green flag he doesn't belittle her interests and makes them equal to his own!

Ooh flirting by proxy!

Colin being so confused and horny that he goes back to have sex about it rather than discuss it. What a healthy strategy.

The Kilmarten's being reserved sounds just like the right place for "I don't like attention" Fran

Fran really expressing herself here!

"No I am not interested in him" bb girl your skirts are on fire

This Eloise- Cressida meeting is giving forbidden lesbian romance.

Lord Cowper can leave out of a window.

Not the 19th century frat boy speak -.-

Colin doesn't kiss and tell, good boy.

Portia stop thinking of yourself for once!

I know Portia is self-centered but she is right that Security is very important. This is an era where upper class ladies are kept from even learning how to cook and do basic house chores so without husbands this is a hard life to have.

Colin Angst!

Violet having an honest discussion about Colin's people pleasing nature is A+ parenting.

Violet you minx telling him about Penelope's potential engagement. She said I want a ginger daughter in law.

Queen Charlotte's wig! Girly you are wearing litcheral art!

Violet is nervous for the drama!

Flirting with Lady Danbury's brother and getting the lore!

The widowers moment was so emotional and beautiful I’m glad she has someone to chat with.

Lady Danbury what past life is haunting you??

Omg the lighting, the location, the framing, the outfits. This Eloise-Cressida scene looks like a romantic scene. Give me a lesbian love story you cowards!!

Give us a rebellious Romeo-Juliet story here. It would be a nice reward.

RIP Cressida you are about to be infodumped.

They speak in silence swoon.

John! I told y'all he is best boy he got her gift engaged with Fran’s special interest.

Fran said I have found my husband why waste time here any longer byees.

"She is not drinking the lemonade" was delivered with so much concern lol.

These two are actually a fun seeming couple,  more of the Featherington couples!

Bad SexEd strikes again!

Colin: out of my way gay boys I'm about to get it!

He cut into the dance! The way everyone is watching this!

Debling is asking all of the right questions! He is speaking in fax I am so sorry Pen but marrying a man while pining for another is not right missy.

This was the politest break up.

Francesca looks so happy.

Carriage scene

I did not write much as the scene was quite captivating but damn' this was such a long episode how was it 2 hours long?

Also Local man finger fucks long time friend in carriage and decides they must be married at once.

Okay finally done editing these! Hope you enjoyed! I feel I must now re-read romancing Mr. Bridgerton while waiting for part II.

Nicola really gave such an amazing performance in the carriage scene because I could feel her apprehension, shock, fear, worry, excitement, and desperation the entire time. It was chefs kiss. Same to Luke hats off to him for giving some of the most memorable moments.

I think this episode tried to fix the Bridgerton issue where they have too many speaking scenes on after another like in the Season 2 finale so I am liking the pacing and such! I hope y'all have fun.

[void-ink-studios]

An Unhinged Animal Crossing ramble

I haven't played my Animal Crossing file in over a year, but damn did it help me through college.

I don't know about any of y'all, but I made backstories for the villagers on my Island, and they all had connections and families. I made lore for these adorable little bundle of pixels.

Some of these backstories are ridiculous and silly. And I'm okay with that. This post is for me, I am this post's target audience. If you like my nonsense, that's on you.

Mac and Cherry are siblings, Mac being the overly enthusiastic younger brother while Cherry's the cool and aloof big sister. Cherry left home to start her music career, and she's doing pretty alright as an indie solo act. Mac wants to be a wrestler, but misses his big sis, so he kinda set out to follow her. Cherry used to find him super annoying and was really pissed that he followed her, but their relationship is getting better. She's learned to appreciate she always has him in her corner, and has started to return the favor for Mac's training. Mac was the first to move to the island, as a great private spot for training, and talked Cherry into moving in when she was done with her current tour.

Clyde is literally just vibes. He's a country boy, but his rural neighborhood is getting encroached on by suburbs. So, he became a backpacker, looking for somewhere not very busy or high pressure to settle down. He has a passion for woodworking and bug collecting and has formed an unlikely friendship with his neighbor Julia. Tiny brain with a massive heart. Doesn't know what a politic is, doesn't wanna know what a politic is. Would think a huge cheese wheel is an appropriate gift for a first date.

Julia wanted a fresh start, with her new name and identity (because you cannot look at her and tell me she isn't trans). With a dream to be a fashion designer, she transitioned very publicly and said so long to everyone who knew the old her. She is a high demand city girl, but got tired of the grind and questions and judgement. So, she retreated to the island to collect her thoughts, get inspiration, and just vibe in a place where no one knew who she was. She has expensive tastes, but has found an unlikely friendship in the kind but simple farm boy next door.

(Yes, I do think there is a Halmark Christmas Movie ass romance story waiting to happen here, don't judge me)

Gruff and Vladimir know each other. They know each other far too well. Two bosses of different families, families with some less than savory business practices. Vladimir moved into town from the old country, and muscled in on Gruff's turf. The two hated each other at first, constantly plotting the other's downfall, until they discovered a mutual desire to protect their family. Gruff has his niece Chevre, while Vladimir has his granddaughter Meagan. They saw eye to eye, at least enough to not try and kill the other. It more became a game to them, and soon they covered for each other from the cops. Gruff came to the island first, mostly as a way to finally get out of the city, but wasn't alone for long. Before she moved away, Meagan tipped Vladimir that Gruff was at the island, and he soon followed. Now they take pot shots at each other in the form of old man banter, sometimes with graphic murder plots, and no one can really tell if they're joking or not.

(This is the part you're gonna have to go with me on this)

Marina and Cephalebot are an unlikely duo. She claims that he's her younger brother, but everyone can see there's something off about him. He's adopted, but from where, no one knows. Except the family (There's so few octopi villagers I just like to think they're all a family, okay?). Marina found him in a crater in a corn field, with no memory or understanding of where he was. So, she decided that was brother material enough. In reality, Cephalebot is an alien probe. He was sent to Earth to study the local life and report back (kinda like Eve from Wall-E), but crash landed. He felt welcomed and loved by the family that helped him, so he decided to stick around. So, he lives as a resident of the planet he was meant to study, constantly learning how to vibe as an Earthling. He comes across as weird and a little invasive, but he means well. Marina, however is all that she seems on the outside. She is sweet, she loves pink, and she's the big sister everyone would want. She's also surprisingly handy with a screwdriver (because she's learned how to repair Ceph if needed). Marina came to the island as a perfect beach house spot, noticed all the bugs and fish in the area, and called Ceph to join her because of how much he likes studying the wildlife.

Drago is the heir to a powerful family (either business or actual royalty I can't decide), but does not have a cutthroat bone in his body. He's gentle where his parents are ruthless. He gets called an idiot and soft all the time, and no amount of "training" ever makes him a cruel person. He had enough one day, and bailed. He took some money, some snacks, and left. He found the island as the perfect escape from his family, and set up shop pretty quickly. He gets a little nervous around some of the stronger personalities, but quickly warms up when he realizes none of them are as vicious as the ones he left behind. He hangs out with Clyde at snack time, helps Shino with her performances, and even likes listening to Vlad and Gruff's old man ramblings.

Shino is not of this realm originally. She was a demon, summoned by a jealous actress to sabotage her rival. She took on the mortal form she now inhabits as a way to get closer to her target, but something else captured her interest. She fell in love with the stage, with the attention she received for her own skills. So, she ditched her contract and set to travel the world as an actress in her own right. She writes plays and poems, and performs them for whatever audience she can find. She moved to the island for similar reasons as to Julia, to refresh and get some new inspiration. She found that she liked it there, and has made an unlikely friendship with Drago, an always willing audience member.

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If quite literally any of that was interesting to any of you, feel free to reblog or add your own thoughts. It was nice to finally just dump all of those ideas out there.

[desertfangs]

1. Which non-marriable Stardew character do you like the most?

2. If you had to get a quote, song lyric etc. Tattooed on you, what would it be? (Sorry I've been told this one is hard lol)

Oh my gosh, great questions! 1. I haven't played Stardew in a while, I'm so excited for the update but I play on Switch so I'm patiently/not-so-patiently waiting for the console update. That said, probably Linus? I just really like him. He does his own thing vibing up in his tent. I always try to give him tons of gifts and food. He's a nice guy who clearly has no interest in the town drama and he makes me smile.

2. This is not that hard for me because I actually have a quote tattoo'd on my arm. This is where y'all learn what a huge freaking dork I am but it's a quote from Abraham Lincoln's 2nd Inaugural Address, where he was basically saying "Damn this war sucks but we have to see it through." The quote is "With Malice Toward None."

However, I also desperately want "Don't Panic" on my right forearm in big, friendly letters from Hitchhiker's Guide and only the fact that I usually have other things to spend money on than tattoos has stopped me so far.

If I were going to get a VC related quote, it would probably be something like "Don't be a fool for the devil, darling." Most other VC quotes I love feel too long.

[lightlycareless]

the valentines day special is coming up y'all...

You weren’t the only one excited for this day, by far, albeit for other… reasons.

Made into a well-kept secret, Naoya, heir of the Zen’in, was impatiently waiting for the day he’d effectively label himself as the best catch there ever was—

And win your affection.

Although he’ll have to admit that achieving this feat wasn’t all too easy as he once expected, less with the unwanted advancements valentine’s day brought upon.

Was it a matter of not getting chocolates? Even with his reputation, he still managed to bag a few. Naoya was handsome and rich after all, things that didn’t necessarily need to intertwine with a good personality in order for someone to like him.

The problem here was that none of the gifts he got that day belonged to you, and that put him in a very, very bad mood.

More so when learning that Geto was the one stealing his rightful spot.

“How come he got chocolates from her, and not me?!” Naoya would cry to his best friend, Ranta, as soon as classes were over. The poor kid, although miles away and safeguarded by the other side of the line, still recoiled in surprise by his tone. “What, am I not good enough for Y/N?!”

“I wouldn’t—I wouldn’t say that necessarily, Naoya.” Ranta attempts to comfort him, whatever he can through his friend’s frantic state anyways. “From what you told me, Geto is really popular, right?”

“I’m popular too.” Naoya quickly responds.

But not for the right reasons, Ranta holds his tongue from saying, instead, he sighs.

“Just take it as what it was—a popular guy getting chocolates; that’s all. He must’ve gotten a thousand, he probably didn’t even notice.”

Damned if he does, damned if he doesn’t. Naoya is quickly irritated by the notion of your efforts being disregarded.

“I would’ve noticed!”

“Then do it.” Ranta says, Naoya frowns, confused. “White day is next month; it’ll be the perfect moment to let her know of your feelings!”

“What?—no. She has to come to me.” He corrected, Ranta does his best to not groan out of exasperation.

“Naoya, have you even spoken to her outside of jujutsu stuff?”

Nope. Not at all. And yet, Naoya already envisioned you’d be the one he’d marry.

“Then start by something simple.” Ranta continues. “Just simple letter telling her your feelings and how you’d like to know her better can go a long way.”

“But I don’t—men aren’t supposed to do that.”

“Well, what you won’t, maybe Geto will.”

[entertainmentgirl80]

Jade 💚

Warning: Just Sweet FLUFF

You were the apple of your father's eye, that you first came into the world after that first cry that Jake make fall in love with you when the doctor put you in your mother arms, just to see how you look like, but however you never thought that both of y'all are gonna be first time parents because at first when you first take the pregnancy test: you were so nervous because you wasn't ready to have kids yet cause the two of y'all already gotten married, also you know how Jake's job is when it's come to being in the navy especially being the wife of a pilot in a interracial marriage. But your husband is always making sure that you and the kids are always straight if anything happens to him if he passes away. So for the next few months, y'all enjoyed  being new parents to this little angel, she smiling, playing around, but mostly being a child, but you can't help that you happy but can't believe that you're is a mom to this beautiful little human being and y'all two are looking forward what future is in stores for your baby girl.

So, over the next few years, you have watched your baby girl growing to a little girl to a beautiful young woman in her teen years. Sure, your daughter is gorgeous like her mama, but she is damn sure she looks resemble like her father because of the personality, however she is smart young lady, always keep her head in the books but also not afraid to speak her mind what her opinions is when it's come to. And so while on her 17th birthday, Jake gives her some money, y'all 6 year old son James gift her a drawing that he made for her, while you gift a special card for her....

"Here, and don't open it till we come back from for your birthday dinner." You smile softly to her after you gifted her the card.

"Okay, thank you, Mama." She smiles back to you, and she gives both of y'all hugs.

Later that evening, after you came home from your birthday dinner just what your mom said, now you can't wait to open the card, and you starting to tear the envelope up, you couldn't care less about the paper on the floor, all you wanted to read what says in the card. So now you are starting to read what it's said:

Dear, Jade,

Over the past few years, it's been whirlwind as you getting older so I know this is probably gonna be cheesy so hear me out, I'm so proud of you that the young woman you becoming and I'm couldn't been happier, but even though you gonna be 18 in the next year. And hopefully your father ain't gonna keep you in the house forever if you starting dating (chuckles) but anyway I'm really couldn't been more proud that I am that you turn out to be and I hope you stay that way till the end of time. So overall I don't wanna make this message longer but long story short, me & your dad are so so proud of you that you becoming more  independent on your own, lastly I'm glad that I am your mom and mama & daddy love you sweet bear.

Mama Bear. ♡

After she reads the card, she got up from her bed, went downstairs, gave her mama a big hug, told her thank you for everything, and she smiled back and kiss her on the cheek.

A/N: I'm have to start from scratch a little bit, but this is Jade's POV, but I hope y'all like it. I did my best. 💚

[brineffxiv]

I feel so sad for F'lhaminn; she had only just reunited with Minfilia when she was stolen away. Now she has to face that her daughter isn't even alive anymore in a different world. It's all so unfair. I am amazed she doesn't seem to carry a shred of bitterness in her heart.

Oh no. Corporeal aether is the stuff that makes up their bodies, right? If that's becoming unstable... And you say it's getting worse in the order that they were summoned? That tracks with it being caused by their souls not being in their bodies.

Not good.

Hah, I forgot that you knew G'raha when he was a member of the Students of Baldesion. Must be hard to reconcile the impetuous young man you remember with the esteemed Exarch you've heard tales about. He's had over a century in the First to mature and grow, not to mention however long he lived in his original timeline (I know it took two hundred years to bring Cid's plans for time travel to fruition, but I don't think it was ever said how much of that G'raha was awake for? Only that he awoke after Cid had passed away).

A summary? Uh, okay. So y'all are like balloons, and the string tethering you to the ground is fraying, and we really don't want to find out what happens when you float away.

Well that, at least, is reassuring.

My friend, far be it for me to contradict you, but I think there is more to being a gifted mage than simply having the raw power for the spells. I would wager that it also takes quite a bit of ingenuity and skill to execute the damn things.

I am glad to hear it.

No! Don't you dare-

HAH! Ah, I am so glad I caught part of that. Go Alisaie. Show G'raha we're not supporting him killing himself to save everyone else.

Yeah! Wait. No. That's not what I...

Ha haaa.....

(Okay, tangent, but like. Yeah, I have totally noticed how... there's a lot of people, on both the Source and the First, who revere me in the way one might a God. And we know what Gods are in this world: primals. So like, theoretically, could this belief in me be used to summon a "me" in primal form? A "Warrior of Light" primal? Or, Warrior of Darkness, as the case may be? Further, could I summon the power of my own primal incarnation into myself à la Shiva? Food for thought...)

Oh, okay, compare and contrast?

Oh, you're right.

Okay, I mean, I knew this, but I LOVE that the game is using what is a necessary gameplay feature (allowing you to have your same inventory and equipment across both stars) as a pivotal plot feature. This isn't the first time it's done that - everything to do with Feo Ul springs to mind - but the fact they're actually drawing attention to it and using it!! I just! Beautiful.

Cool cool, we'll just turn you all into rocks and I'll carry you home. Excellent plan.

That's a scary looking Nu Mou. I didn't know that was possible. Alright, off we go then...