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His motion doesn’t slow, hand burning body with a speed reserved for desperate pleasure - he can’t take his eyes off her, or his lips. Kano’s kisses are hardly delicate, his affection punishment on the body of a woman who he already considers his prisoner. So disturbing is their shared gratification that anybody on the outside would wonder what it is that they have. Kano wouldn’t blame them. 

The lock of hair around his neck had garnered him looks before - his men too disturbed, too scared to ask. His enemies too sickened to debate it and Sonya - Sonya surely hated it. Or perhaps she loved it? With the way that her lips meet his, the way that her body urges his touch - he has to wonder if she really hates it at all.

God, of course she does. Her heat burns for him; hellish desire. They’re burning together, all of the things that make them enemies smouldering away in the fires of their affection. 

When she answers his question, a firm ‘no’ spilling from her lips like a spit on his face, he can only relinquish a breath. It’s hard not to cum upon hearing it, not to entirely lose control - to grace her skin with the spill of his seed. He instead relents; Sonya silenced with a press of his lips and clasp of her tongue. 

His hand parts from his cock to instead slip down the gap between her thighs, fingers circling sensitivity while his tongue lashes her own. 

“You don’t?” he pants, mouth moving from her own - his kiss wet and desperate and soon a bite on her neck “you’re lyin’, baby-” fangs don’t draw blood but they’d certainly bruise “don’t lie t’me, Sonya.” His hand goes in harder, fingers tormenting her body - an attempt to make her want him because he wants her to want him. 

“P-please-” the word is alien to say, unfamiliar but slipped between the lucidity of pleasure because in the moment ( with his cock hard and her pussy wet ) there’s nothing else he can think of…only the desperation and the hope that she says it back…

that she says ‘I love you, too’. 

She knows he loves hearing her say no just as much as he loves it. She’s a challenge, and that’s part of the draw, the intrigue, that she doesn’t buckle for him, cave in when he wants it, that she isn’t in love with him when he wants her to be. A challenge, a fight, an equal he can’t overcome, just as she can’t with him. She’d have his ass behind any bars that could hold him, she’d kill him again, again, again, if only for a modicum of peace in her life, but until then, she’s here, with him again, and they don’t relent.

His mouth is hard against hers, always a fight with them, it’s exhausting and exhilarating and she lets him have his way for a moment, feet braced on the ground as her hips rise to meet his touch, the thin layer of that ridiculous lingerie he makes her fight in the only thing separating him from touching her, from finding more than the outline of her clit, and he wants her so bad she can taste it.

Please, he all but whimpers, begs her, pleads for her, and it feels like victory, but she doesn’t take it easily, not without more. No victory can ever be sweet enough over Kano when there’s more to be had.

Hands find his chest, one foot against his hip, and she pushes him back with little grace and too much force, hearing the hard thud of his back on the ground, and she climbs atop him, seated on his stomach and hands pinning his shoulders, nails hard in his flesh. She aches to have him inside her, but she isn’t going to give him the satisfaction, not yet. One hand moves to his neck, a reflection of another time she had him beneath her with anger and frustration and a want she didn’t acknowledge filling her very bones.

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      ❛ ーーー get over here,  you bastard. ❜  but there was a distinct warmth to her voice as val reached out and touched johnny,  arms wrapping around him in an embrace more bone-crushing than one would expect from a five-foot-five nomad girl.  god,  she’d hated him at first.  now he was family.  family she could reach out and touch.  ❛ told you we’d both make it. ❜

“C’mon, V, don’t get all sentimental on me,” he says, but he doesn’t pull away when she hugs him, doesn’t stop himself from gripping her tightly to him and pressing his cheek against her hair. She smells like soap and a bit of sweat and a lot of Night City, a heady combination he’d forgotten about from 70 years without a body, that he’s being hit by full force now as he holds her. Fuck, she reminds him of so many things that had been dulled in his senses. Even being in her head, so much had been filtered through what she smelled, what she felt; sensation through a filter of static that left him grasping for familiarity but being denied.

Until right now. It’d taken ages to get a body together that would work well enough for him to be downloaded into, and the first real reintroduction to the world is V.

All of you, istg <3 Also, these aren’t really ‘trash’ ships in the sense that they’re trashy, but in that (for most of them) I know how the fandoms at large have interpreted these characters and mine kind of go against it but haven’t really wanted to say it. But hey, if my reputation on tumblr of all places is going to get tarnished, at least it’s for non-problematic ships lol

Jesse (Faden) / Simon A.rish

Luna / Gladio (don’t look at me, I have a ship board for them)

Luna / Tidus in her FFX verse (DON’T LOOK AT ME)

J.ack Joyce / Amy F.erraro (I have a ficlet of them up on my AO3, not even sorry)

B.eth W.ilder / Paul S.erene (I have a large WIP fic I’ve been working on for ages, AU after they travel back in time)

Excella / Chris, but like exclusively in my verse where she’s betrayed by Wesker and survives (stop looking at me Dx)

⋞⁘♔⁘⋟   The nod of agreement from his sister was relieving. Ravus knew that Lunafreya thought of Maria much with the same love and fondness as he did, and that was also something the Empire had to be aware of. Anyone that say the interactions between the three of them would instantly understand what an important and almost maternal role the woman had in their lives. She may as well have been immediate family, as far as Ravus was concerned. Who did they have left, really, aside from one another? Maria, Lysander, and even Umbra and Pryna. That was quite literally it… Sure, there was still a handful of staff that had been around in those early years, but they lacked the meaningful bond necessary to become fodder to use against them. 

He had been about to turn and leave once again when Ravus suddenly found himself pulled and his sister in his arms. A breath cut short in his chest and his brows raised in genuine surprise. 

She was… hugging him? 

How long had it been since she had done that? He couldn’t even remember… Somehow, the quiet gesture meant more to him than any words she could have spoken. 

“We will,” he whispered, arms moving to hold her closely, embracing her for a moment, though he was mindful of the prosthetic, not wanting it to crush her or for her hair to become caught in the joints. “I promise. If… If you promise me that whatever you must tend to will see you walking away from it alive, then I will return to Tenebrae and await your return.”

The ideas were already beginning to shift about in his mind, what they would need to do, how they could accomplish gaining their independence. It would involve direct defiance to the Empire… and that would be messy, at best. An uprising, perhaps? There were still many loyal to Tenebrae and the Fleuret house. While he doubted they would stand by his side, most still viewing him as a traitorous turncoat, they would surely rally to Lunafreya’s beckon. 

If reluctantly, he let go of her and took a step back. “I believe I have some arrangements to quietly make… You be safe as well, sister.”           

〚 ❣ 〛 Of course Ravus would request the one thing from her that she cannot guarantee, that she does not anticipate will happen. She is not meant to live through this war, and all her efforts thus far have been purely to see that at least she or Noctis, preferably both, make it to the end. Not beyond that. If the Astrals are kind enough to grant her a life into the new dawn, she will accept it, yet she does not anticipate that being her outcome. It would be too cruel to hope for something longer, only to be crushed moments before her death.

Her brother has not reined in his own hopes, though. Fighting endlessly against prophecy, destiny, his own sister’s near reckless behavior in the name of her role to play. How exhausted he must be. She wants to assuage his fears, to provide him comfort she knows he craves, but she is not one to lie, and she will not do so now. Not to someone she loves and respects so much. For long moments, she holds him tightly, eyes squeezed shut while she composes herself, before stepping back and letting her hands clasp gently in front of her.

“I’ll go with you,” she says abruptly. Perhaps that had not been the plan, to go together, and there are certain risks involved with it, but together they are better prepared to fend off suspicion and beasts than they would be alone. And this may help instill some hope within her brother that she isn’t simply going to throw her life away. Even if she does not anticipate surviving the war, she is here for the long fight.

Again, ignored. “I’m good.” While he couldn’t exactly remember the training, he knew he could ride a bike, just as he knew he could wield a sword or knew the layout of a battle. “I didn’t come to talk shop. Do you know of anyone needing work done around here?”

🌴: I like one or more of your muses but I can’t come up with a muse I could play

jsadh That’s always kind of the trouble with SH, I think, there’s this one huge, connecting thread, but finding ways/reasons for them to connect can be so tough! I’m always down for some plotting, though! My main verse for Mary has her reborn as an extension of the town following the Rebirth ending, so she’s always present as part of S.ilent Hill itself.

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the lady is back again in his life,  din had entrusted him wholly in her care  &  of her child,  winta.  he coos gently as he pursues winta with small, fragile legs — his speed merely half that of hers as a human.  still,  she cares and she waits when the distance grows too large—allowing him time to catch up so he doesn't grow despondent.  when her voice calls them both,  ears prickle at the sound of his name.

grogu !

breaking attention  &  focus from winta,  little legs hasten in pace as they sprint towards the tall woman,  arms held open wild as he coos as loudly as he can to make her notice him.  he wants so desperately to be picked up by her,  to be held in the only other pair of arms that have ever made him feel safe in this world.  he wants to feel the loving embrace of a mother,  she may not be that in blood — but with the way she softly says his name and whispers him sweet lullabies till he slumbers,  she is everything a mother is to him  &  that she shall be.

let this be all he knows from now on.

Omera is kept in the know regarding Grogu, Din sending her updates when he can, coming to see her now that the tracker is gone and the child won’t be followed or put in danger. As much as Omera would like to be able to go with him more often, back into space where she may yet still be a wanted petty criminal, she understands that it is safe for her, Winta, and, yes, Grogu here on Sorgan.

So it is with open arms she welcomes Din and Gorgu back, getting one evening with the Mandalorian before he has to leave for a time. She doesn’t know how long the child will be with her and Winta, and the selfish part of her hopes it will be for longer than before, that perhaps his (for all intents and purposes) father would choose to stay, as well. Maybe when her daughter is older, they can strike out into the galaxy again, but that is a thought for another time. Not today, not when things are so peaceful for Grogu.

Omera can’t help but smile as they all play, as Winta pauses to let Grogu catch up so they can keep playing together. Such a kind-hearted girl she’s raised. It’s a shame to call a stop to their games, but it’s nearly dinnertime.

🌵: The muse I want to play with is one of your low activity/on request muses and I don’t know if you’re open for new things