tags : fluff, kissing, pet names, grammatical errors, not proofread
a/n : have some merel headcannons because i genuinely miss this sweet girl a lot and i am NOT ready for 3.7...
sotd : white mustang - lana del rey
art credits : bluepoch
Merel is the type of girl to shield her face with her hands after making out with you, stammering nonsense with her face flushing red. Her eyes dart toward anything but your face, her fingers becoming a bit twitchy. She'd lower her palms if you offer to give her another kiss.
Merel is the type of girl to have her hand rest by your waist while walking alongside you. She can't help but press her body a bit closer when you two are alone.
Merel is the type of girl to fix your hair when it's windy, her fingers sliding into your hair with ease. She'd have a hair tie given from Marsha, having it between her teeth.
Merel is the type of girl to listen to you talk with her full, undivided attention, her lips parting in the slightest. She'd lean in subconsciously, holding eye contact before realizing she'd gotten too close.
Merel is the type of girl to use her body as a shield when she's protecting you, her hand grasping your forearm a little too tight. When you both find a place to hide, she'd apologize for holding you too harshly.
Merel is the type of girl to call you by your name, but would occasionally call you traditional, mature pet names like "love" or "dear" whenever she's vulnerable.
Merel is the type of girl to have her arms looped around your midriff tightly when she's tired, letting out a soft sigh as your fingers card through her delicate hair.
Merel is the type of girl to press kisses against the tips of your fingers while you two are in bed, holding your palm with her calloused hand. After that, she'll guide your palm toward her cheek.
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ft. corvus, sentinel, marsha, merel, tooth fairy, moldir
length : VERY short, about 100 words each part
prompt : kissing reverse 1999 girls / women while they're busy / distracted! (inspired by @/xilurs on tiktok!)
tags : gender neutral reader, (i tried) kissing, fluff, use of pet names, marsha is a bit frisky on her part, potential ooc, grammar errors
a/n : hello everynyan part two of that gorgeous prompt... waowie... enjoy!
Corvus - "Iglika."
Corvus sets her knitting set aside with an exasperated groan, pinching the bridge of her nose with a heavy exhale. She hears you shuffle and stride toward her desk, tired eyes locking onto your approaching figure.
You watch her eyes go wide when you lean in and kiss her slowly-deliberately, before they flutter shut. For the first time, Corvus' cold expression into what looks like the peace. The conductress takes no time in pulling you into her lap, arms looping around your midriff and keeping you where she needs you to be.
The moment you two break from the intimate gesture, she allows herself a smile. "I suppose I'll let you do that more often."
Sentinel - "Marianne Ténébrun."
You yank Sentinel in a kiss full of heat and pent-up frustration, a dangerous sound escaping the sniper's lips as your mouth crashes with hers. She grunts, her rifle clattering to the cold floor. Her pale hands slide up your back, a shiver traveling through your spine the moment her palm reaches the back of your head and locks you in place.
She kisses you back with the intensity of a woman who'd never ever want to forgot how your lips feel and taste. She emits a frustrated groan once you break away to catch your breath, jaw clenching tight with the restraint of kissing you again.
Her breathing is ragged as her forehead presses against yours, her eyes fluttering whilst your breaths mingle in the air. "I really, really needed that."
Marsha - "The Oath Unending."
Grabbing a fistful of Marsha's clothing, you slam your lips with hers as she grunts against your mouth, medical equipment crashing to the floor. She grasps your neck with both hands, taking over the kiss in the most delicious way possible.
Her tongue flicks against your lips, the tip of it barely reaching your teeth. Before she advances, she's breaks apart with a gasp at the sound of Creius barking orders from the outside the tent. Marsha sighs deeply as her grip on your neck loosens, head pressing against your shoulder.
"We went off task," she laughs against your skin, planting a kiss against your neck. "can't wait to have you all by myself."
Merel - "Guard."
Merel paces around the military tent relentlessly, muttering her plans for current missions and scattering papers everywhere. She pauses through the files before letting out irritated sigh. When Merel turns around, you seize the opportunity and run your fingers through her hair.
When you pull her closer, the kiss short-circuits her already cluttered mind.
Once you two separate, Merel stammers out into a mix of incoherent words. "You-!" She stutters, the heat from her nise rising to her flustered face. "That was so uncalled for!" She remarks, yet she can't help but lean in for another kiss.
Tooth Fairy - "Ms. Campbell."
You remain across the room Tooth Fairy, waiting for the moment she finally allows herself a break. Tooth Fairy busies herself with the medical equipment, the sound of instruments clattering and the faint buzz of the ceiling lights the only noise within the room.
When she had finally put everything away, she turns all of her attention towards you and lowers her braces. You seize the opportunity, heading closer and mashing your lips against the other woman's, drawing out a fond gasp from her.
"How... impatient." She mutters against your lips, taking over and kissing you more deeply-passionately. "Good, stay. Please." She rasps, breath ghosting over your mouth.
Moldir - "Zeno's Soldier."
Your palms hold Moldir's face where it needs to be, pulling her in for a slow kiss that makes the other woman's body lock up. Your gesture breaks away all of that soldier-focused demeanor, making her surrender to your hold.
She submits to your kiss with a broken sound that makes your gut twist, her lip quivering the more her cold mask cracks. She reciprocates desperately, your bodies so close her noses brushes against yours.
Slowly, you begin to part away, but Moldir clutches your arms as if you'd disappear if she ever let you go. There's a rare shine within her eyes, a mix of something raw and vulnerable. "Don't go." She pleads. "Not yet. It's too soon."
