#soap fuff

[charliesgoodboy]

☁️soapghost x male reader(sfw)

☁️genre: fluff

☁️warning(s): your in a hospital(?)

☁️a/n: mmmm look at me giving yall content yall prolly don't want

your eyes slowly start to open, the bright lights around you shining almost blinding you even. a groan slips from your lips as you try to look away and close your eyes from the light.

after a few seconds you start moving your body, or small portions of it moving your toes slightly, scrunching your nose, and lastly moving and squeezing your hands and fingers.

it wasn't until later you realise your felt both of your hands occupied by someone else's hands. "see? i told you he'd wake." a scottish like voice rings through your ears causing you to wince as everything felt sensitive.

"shut it johnny, let him gain his consciousness more." a british sounding voice came along with the other. the light that shined through your eyes started to adjust to your vision as you slowly started to see the two 'voices' more clearly.

the one on your left was a man, he was tan skinned with a mohawk like hair style. you guessed he must have been the one wit the scottish voice. you could just tell. the one on your right had a type of mask on like a skull mask on, you could see that his eyes were somewhat cold but had a softened look of worry when he gazed at you.

besides you being in the hospital the only thing you could think of was; 'wow...these guys are really hot.' for now, you weren't sure who these men really were because of the side effects of the medicine, it would wear off soon though.

"oh my.." you mumble. both of their hands tighten as you speak. "you alright love?" the man with the skull mask spoke to you slightly leaning foward.

even though you heard the nickname 'love' clear as day you couldn't help but ask the both of them, "are you single?" you look over to the male at the left of you. "both of ya i mean." your voice sounded lazy and slurred with your eyes hooded.

the scot next to you couldn't help but chuckle a but same as the skull masked man. "no neither of us are single." you slightly whined making an 'aww' sound. the both of the men found it a little funny how clueless your seemed medicine or not they'd be laughing their asses off if they weren't in public.

"the both of us are married as a matter of fact." ghost stated, your face getting a bit more upset. "what do 'ya mean your married? to who?" you said this almost like you were going to fight whoever the person they were both married to.

"ha, look at your fingers lad." you look down at your hands the both of them. "yeah? what about 'em?" you feel soap bring the hand he was holding close to your face. "a little closer." you squint your eyes seeing two rings on your ring finger.

"what is this?" you wiggle your fingers in the hand that held yours, the rings seemed to have some type of diamonds on them, the top one was a little thin, with a diamond in the middle of the holder.

the second one on the bottom had small little rings holders with small little diamonds holding in them. "why are there two of 'em also?" jumping a little at the cold pair of lips on your right hand, seeing that the man with the mask had lifted it up to kiss your fingers.

"we're your husband's." he said still litering small kisses on your fingers. your eyes slightly widened as wide as they could go. these two men were your husband's? like, you married them, had a whole relationship with them?

"what..so..im your husband? to the both of yall? b-both?" you smirk to yourself. "oh my gosh, i'm so damn lucky to have these two really hot dudes to me." you chuckle to yourself then you start to wonder.

"hey hey, did we fuck?" the both of them stop what they were doing to look at you. ghost having fingers to the bridge of his nose while soap tried to not laugh.

"oh lord (m/n) i can't with you."

wooooo more cod cause i literally read all of them out even the cringe ones cause i was desperate @gaybitchfx @reallyromealone / @rome-alone @bloodyfennec (ill bring you leon soon dw but please enjoy these buff military men) @secretivemessenger @vyloy @devilswhore-emrys @lostsomewhereinthegarden

#male reader #x male reader #male y/n #male reader insert #cod x male reader #ghost x reader #ghost x male reader #soap x reader #soap x male reader #cod soap #cod ghost #cod fluff #soap fuff #ghost fluff #soapghost #soapghost x reader #soapghost x male reader

[pricesbeltbuckle]

I just started reading y’all’s work and I’m really enjoying it, I don’t know if you ladies write hybrid 141 but if you do I was wondering if you would write and wolf hybrid-soap and a bunny hybrid-reader where she’s a new medic and soap is in some need for some stitches. He can’t help his attraction to the pretty little bunny and he can’t help himself when he snatches her in his arms and sets her in his lap so she could “reach” his face a little better. Breathing in her wonderful intoxicating scent and rubbing her fluffy ears because it “makes him feel better” while she ditches him up?

If this isn’t y’all’s cup of tea that’s totally fine, I’m sure I’ll come up with another ask that mine peak interest

Bunny - John 'Soap' Mactavish

Pairing: Hybrid-wolf!John 'Soap Mactavish x hybrid-Bunny!Fem Medic Reader

Warnings: Hybrids? Sugestive content?, Fuff MDNI 18+

Soap had a rough fall today while training, now you’ve heard of Soap. Tall,Handsome, and respectful. So when he was assigned as your patient you were ecstatic. What you didn’t know though? Well A. He’s a wolf and B. Has the fattest crush on you, but how could you even know that?

When Soap walked into your room he took note that you were a bunny, he was very fond of that. He went to sit down on the bed and waited for you to examine him. “Alright let’s see…Clean cut over your eye definitely need stitches, how’d this happen?” “Ah, Just training lass nothing special.” He smiled at you and your face turned a little red. You turned around to grab your medical kit for the stitches.

“You need to be more careful, any closer and you would’ve gone blind.” “Hm..You worried little bunny?” You stuttered for a second. “Well-Yeah I’m your doctor so yes.” He chuckled as he picked you up and sat you on his lap. 

“What are you-” “Shh, just so you got a better view yeah? I’ll hold you nice and tight. Promise.” Your whole entire face was red by now and you just let him hold you as you finished cleaning it and began to stitch. You felt his calloused hands run up and down your ears. “Soap…Why are you playing with my ears?” “Calms me down, cute when they twitch.” You rolled your eyes and just let him do what he pleased so you could get the job done. Then you noticed he started breathing your scent in, like some sorta good smelling candle. You chuckled as you finished up the stitches. “Alright big boy I’m done.” “Oh no…My stomach hurts and I think I have a fever…Darn I’ll just have to stay here like this.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes as you tried to hop off of his lap but he did not comply. “Soap!! You can just tell me sometime and you can come to my barracks okay?” He then let you down off his lap and his tail slightly wagged happily he got up off the bed and nodded. 

“Tonight. 11:30 P.M. be up bunny.” He placed a small kiss to your forehead and in that moment you realize how tall he actually was and how terrifying that is. But you just nodded as he pet your ears one last time and walked out. Man you could not wait till he stopped by later tonight.

I actually really liked this, AU maybe…😋

#call of duty #cod #cod x reader #cod mw2 #mw2 #cod modern warfare #cod mwii #cod smut #john soap mctavish #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soap cod #soap x reader #soap mw2 #john mactavish #141 #soap #soap x you #soap x y/n #john soap mctavish smut #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mctavish x you #cod fluff #cod fanfic #cod fandom #cod fic #cod mw3 #modern warfare 2 #john 'soap' mactavish #smut

[olinblogin]

LIST OF FANDOMS I WILL/WON’T WRITE FOR

What fandoms I will write for;

-Lego Monkie Kid

-One Piece

-One Punch Man

-Assassination Classroom (limited characters)

-COD (call of duty, any game)

-ATSV (across the spiderverse)

-TADC (the amazing digital circus)

-Underverse/undetale AUs

-Br0kenColors

What fandoms i won’t write for;

-Genshin Impact/Honkai impact

-Seven Deadly Sins

-Obey Me/Obey Me nightbringer

-FNF (Friday night funkin)

-MHA (my hero academia)

-Hazbin Hotel/Helluva boss

-other fandoms that have problematic backgrounds

WHAT I WILL WRITE!!!

-platonic

-light angst

-fluff

-slightly suggestive content (will have a warning)

-smut content (will have a warning)

-childhood romance (no smut.)

-teen romance (no smut.)

-Reader x character

-character x character (very rarely)

-character x Reader x character

-polycules

-T4T (trans for trans relationships)

-F4F (femme for femme relationship)

-M4M (masc for masc relationship)

-F4TF (femme for trans femme)

-F4TM (femme for trans masc)

-F4TNB (femme for trans non binary)

-F4A (femme for any)

-M4TF (masc for trans femme)

-M4TM (masc for trans masc)

-M4TNB (masc for trans non binary)

-M4A (masc for any)

-LGBTQ content

-Yandere Content (not extreme)

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE!!!

-r@pe/noncon/dubcon

-cnc (consensual non-consent)

-child x adult

-abusive scenarios

-anything to do with children involved in anything sexual

-racism

-ableism

-unsanitary fetishes (i.e. scat, wound f*cking, etc)

-severe angst

-s*icide & s*lf h*rn

Characters I’ll write for in each fandom

BR0KENCOLORS

—characters so far—

Stalker/Damon (usually Poly)

Deliver Guy/DG (usually Poly)

Rasmus

Angel

Shadowman (not much I for abt them, some nsfw - demisexual)

Gunther

Leevi

—characters not in game yet but I will write—

Ace (some nsfw - demisexual)

Catherine

Milkman

Milla (no nsfw)

Salvador (some nsfw - demisexual)

Mimic

Pearl

Venni

LEGO MONKIE KID

- MK (Qi Xioatian)

-Mei Dragon

-Redson

-Sun Wukong

-Six Eared Macaque

-Ao Lie

-Lady Bone Demon

-The Mayor

-Yin & Jin

-Princess Iron Fan (Poly)

-Demon Bull King (Poly)

-Tang

-Pigsy (platonic)

-Sandy (platonic)

-Nezha (platonic)

-Bai He (platonic)

ONE PIECE

- Monkey D. Luffy

-Vinsmoke Sanji

-Roronora Zoro

-Usopp

-Nico Robin

-Franky

-Chopper (platonic)

-Nami

-Jinbei

-Donquixte Doflamingo

-Donquixte Rosiante

-Bartolomeo Kuma

-Boa Hancock

-Dracule Mihawk

-Crocodile

-Shanks

-Rayleigh

-Portgaz D. Ace

-Marco

-Thatch

-Izou

-Edward Newgate, Whitebeard (platonic)

-Eustass Kidd

-Jewelry Bonney

-Killer

-Monkey D. Harp

-Monkey D. Dragon

-Sabo

-Trafalgar Law

-Buggy

-Smoker

-Rob Luci

-Eneru

-Kalifa

-Yamato

-Perona

-Shaci

-Penguin

-Bepo (platonic)

-Akainu

-Kizaru

-Borsalino

ONE PUNCH MAN

-Saitama

-Genos

-Garou

-King

-Child Emporer (platonic)

-Metal Bat

-Speed O’ Sound Sonic

-Mumen Rider

-Watchdog Man (mostly platonic)

-Fubuki

-Atomic Samurai

-Lord Boros

-Bang

-Zombieman

-Flashy Flash

-Sweet Mask

-Charanko

ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM

(Any students such as Nagisa or Karma are platonic)

-Koro-Sensei

-Tadaomi Karasuma

-Irina Jelavic

COD - CALL OF DUTY

-Simon “Ghost” Riley

-John “Soap” MacTavish

-John “Captain” Price

-Horangi (Hong-Jin)

-König

-Nikolai

-Valeria Garza/El Sin Nombre (F4F/NB/AFAB)

-Alejandro Vargas

-Phillip Graves

-Farah Karim

-Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

-Kate Laswell (F4F)

-Gary “Roach” Sanderson

ATSV - ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE

-Miles Morales (platonic/fluff)

-Gwen Stacy (Platonic/Fluff)

-Pavitr Prabhakar (platonic/fluff)

-Prowler Miles (platonic/fuff)

-Peter B. Parker

-Jess Drew

-Miguel O’Hara

-Hobie Brown

TADC - THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS

-Pomni

-Jax

-Zooble

-Kaufmo

-Ragatha

-Gangle

-Caine

-Kinger

UNDERVERSE / UNDERTALE AUS

-Ink!Sans (platonic)

-Classic!Sans

-Nightmare!Sans

-Dream!Sans

-Swap!Sans

-Fell!Sans

-Killer!Sans

-Dust!Sans

-Horror!Sans

-Murder Time Trio (Killer!Sans, Dust!Sans, Horror!sans)

-Error!Sans

-AT!Sans (Geno)

-Fatal Error

-X!Sans (Cross)

-Outer!Sans

-Reaper!Sans

-Fresh!Sans

IF YOU DID NOT SEE ANY CHARACTERS OF INTEREST AND YOU’D LIKE ME TO WRITE PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!!

please as well reread the will/won’t write section if you’re feeling unsure!

#what i will write #writing #fandom #fandom writing #multiple fandoms #writing requests #request page #request #lmk #cod mw2 #assassination classroom #one punch man #one piece #across the spiderverse #the amazing digital circus #underverse #undertale au #this took way too long

[rags-writes]

My Ao3

Please leave kudos and comments.

Request status: Open go here for the rules.

✅️= completed

❎️= not completed

🌶= smut

❤️= fuff

💔= angst

🩹= hurt/comfort

🤕= hurt/ no comfort

Dragon Age Inquisition:

The Path You Cannot Follow - Rated T ✅️💔🤕

A Wolf's Wonder - Unrated ❎️

Cyberpunk 2077:

Headcanons

What would they impulse buy at the grocery store?

Arcane (League Of Legends):

Call of Duty:

Series:

Through The Scope: Part 1 Lies (Coming Saturday night) - Part 2 ??? (Unknow time frame) - maybe Part 3 maybe

Oneshots:

Untitled (Konig x Reader)- Rated M - ✅️🥵❤️- Ao3

Lean on Me (Ghost & Reader) - Rated T -✅️🩹- Ao3

Headcanons

When you accidentally bump into them - Ghost and Soap

141 helps you move headcanons - Price, Ghost, Soap and Gaz

Fallout 4:

Headcanons

When someone makes you cry.

Marauders Era

Remember everyone Fuck JK Rowling, this shit is mine.(Legally it's not but you know what I mean)

Series:

Drowning Fate

Part 1 - Drowning Change - Regulus had accepted his fate, drowning alone in his cave in the hope that others would destroy the dark lord, but someone changed his fate, and he now has hope of living till the end of the war.

Headcanons

Starchaser - James pov of things and headcanons- Ao3

Sunseeker - My Collections of headcanons and drabbles of Regulus Arcturus Black. These will be the backstory for Regulus in any of my fanfic of him unless stated otherwise in any of the fanfic. - Ao3

#fanfic #writing #arcane #arcane silco #silco simp #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #silco x reader #archive of our own #cyberpunk 2077 #v cyberpunk #johnny silverhand x v #johnny silverhand #solas x trevelyan #dragon age inquisition #cole dragon age #jinx arcane #solas x inquisitor

[rere-the-writer]

Can you please do a: skincare with elijah imagine and headcanon?

Some fuff and soft Elijah hell yeah

Warnings- Fluff like all of the fluff

It started off as a bet you made with Elijah

You knew Elijah didn't need skincare as the vampire's face was cut like a God's

Elijah relaxing feeling you put a clay mask on him

Just Elijah using it as an excuse to spend time with you

Elijah buying you all of clay masks, facial moisturizers, face soaps, and creams

"Soft baby." "Eli you can let go of my face."

Elijah enjoying a day of relaxation with you

Elijah found he likes you shaving his face when you told him about the trend of girlfriends shaving their boyfriend's face

It was a quiet morning with Elijah having you standing between his legs as you were shaving his face. You had woke that morning claiming that he and you was taking a self care day.

"Done this before baby?" Elijah asked as you clean off the blade as you tried smiling at him as your clay mask was drying.

"I have, I'm a beauty technician Eli. I shave like five guys a day." You tell him as the timer for your clay mask goes off and Elijah reached up cleaning your face off then let you finish shaving him.

"I'm sure none of it is this intimate?"

"No....you goof." You giggled kissing Elijah's nose as his eyes twinkled enjoying the sound of your giggles. You finished up Elijah's face and Elijah had reached up pulling you in a gentle kiss.

"We should do this more often."

"I agree." You tell Elijah letting him place your face cream on as you both spent the rest of the morning talking and doing skin care.

#rere's stories #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson imagine #elijah mikaelson fluff

[goddesschosen]

Ship: Link/Zelda Rating: M Tags: Selectively Mute Link, Sign Language, he's psychic too, that's what the bold-italics are, it's mild psychic, boy's gotta talk to people somehow, Words are hard, this is soft and cute and I'm not sorry, stay tuned for the thrilling conclusion, where I earn my explicit rating, and they fuq, Fluff and Smut, Hurt/Comfort, do you know how hard it is to write these two having sex, they have a billion concerns that interrupt constantly, just bone you two!!!

------- You should always be anticipating what comes next, Link tells her. And he throws her into a pile of hay.

Sword training or not, princesses demand a certain level of dignity. Piles of anything are not dignified. He has never seen a dignified pile once in his life. But she manages to, at least, pull off indignant with an amazing amount of charm. There’s hay sticking out of her hair. She’s beautiful.

“Link!”

Her admonishment, coupled with an appropriate gasp, makes him grin. Yes, princess? The joy in his chest only blossoms as she sits up and he sees that she’s laughing too; Link adds to the comedic effect by hastening to put his sword behind his back.

“That was a cheap trick,” she says, combing the stray pieces from the gold in a way that he can’t help but watch. The impulses comes to kneel before her, pick each out himself, weave his fingers through the soft strands, but he resists.

No trick , he assures her, bending to offer a hand back up. Only a lesson. You should be prepared to defend yourself from everything. Any surprise attack.

The princess, in all her pristine glory, scowls at him. He does not tell her it’s cute. He definitely does not kiss her. “It was dirty fighting.” Despite this, she accepts the hand and allows him to pull her up, dusting her pants off in the process.

Pfft , is his insightful response.

“During training?” Zelda snorts at him, focusing on the gerudo scimitar she’s been practicing with, now several lengths away. He’s already adjusted his opinion of her abilities with swordplay; something tells him that it’s something he’d known more about before the Fall. That said, there’s no mistaking the style. Urbosa’s the culprit for his princess’s battle stance. He misses her, he realizes, in the way that he does about his past memories now and then, in the way he feels about the other champions. Some days they feel closer. On others, further. But the gerudo champion holds a special place in his memories, if for no reason other than the way she'd treated Zelda; the typically fierce warrior had been a protector to the princess long before he'd come along.

His absent thinking has him staring, and when she raises an eyebrow, Link blinks into focus, banishing darker thoughts before they can come to light.

“Should I remain constantly ready to be seized?” Her tone is sarcastic, but it’s the use of the word ‘seize’ that does it, maybe mingled with his thoughts of the sultry Gerudo Town. Traitorous eyes wander down her body and away.

The look was brief, but he has no doubt that the type of seizing that came to his mind was transparent. He’s had a history of that, he’s found, tumbling into vacant thought and… well, in this case, fantasy. It was easy to do when your brain was full of memory and not-memory and not-your-memory-but-kind-of-your-memories. There’s a convenient tree nearby that he can study, so he does that, signing, “It’s good to be careful.”

Her pause is even briefer. It’s enough to confirm that she noticed.

The tree becomes threefold more fascinating. The princess steps closer.

He studies the tree and reminds himself that her proximity should make no difference.

“Good to be wary from threats you have given me no preparation for? Seems to be a training under-sight.”

Link signs, “It is only day one. This is the lesson.”

“And what lesson are you teaching me?” She’s gotten nearer. It would make sense to look at her again, because it’s been long enough that it might be strange if he doesn’t, and so he does, and he’s amazed to note that she’s smirking.

It does something to him to see it. The burn at the tips of his ears is probably giving him away, but his gut clenches, and the grip on his sword - his broadsword , obviously - tightens. Her nearness ensnares him, and she knows. To be prepared.

Oh goddess. Zelda is intent in her advance and keeps his gaze. “Prepared…?”

For surprise attacks , He says, entranced.

And because, for whatever reason, he’s completely incapable of predicting what the princess is going to do at any moment, she attacks him. Where the knife came from, he hasn’t got a clue. Link’s hand is up fast enough to stop her wrist, but he braces them both as they tumble from momentum back onto the hay.

He lands with an ‘oof-’ and feels the wind exit his breath. Where did you get that? he asks in a daze. His perspective has taken a sudden shift, and to top it off, now he has an entire princess laid across him.

Not that it seems to be slowing said-royalty down at all. “You think I do not keep a hidden knife on my person?” The grin on her face is stretched wide, and there’s challenge written there; Zelda’s always fiercer when contest is on the line, and he has no doubt that she’s determined to win. But he’s distracted, too, by the weight of her, the way she shifts to sit up, knees on either side of him, exhilarated-

The knife lays his cheek open in a movement he utterly fails to anticipate, and one that he should have, given the situation. Link yelps and throws up a hand to cover the wound, turning his face away, and even with his pain protesting, he notices her jerk upright.

“Link?!” There’s a 'fuff'-clatter that’s probably the knife falling. “Oh, goddess, I- fuck- ” Her hand, soft and insistent, joins his, trying to get a glimpse of the injury. “I’m so sorry, Link, I’m so- Hold still-”

Because he’s started laughing. The wound isn’t that deep - a lasting scar at worst - and he’s just had his face cut open by the princess and she’s panicking and if this isn’t the most absurd situation and maybe that’s the pain talking- His hand lowers, sticky with blood, so he can sign, “Did you swear ?”

Her hands leave him, and Link almost, almost , protests, but the panicked little sound she makes is enough to stop him. “Oh, shut up. Are you alright?”

This question rolls off of him, and the scolding has him laughing again. He signs, “You did! Who taught you that!” In all of his memories and all of his encounters with the princess since the Calamity had been destroyed, he’d never heard her say something foul. As a result, he’d kept his own cursing in check. Now he’s wondering if he should’ve bothered.

“I am not telling. Now stay still and let me fix your face.” It’s the only warning he gets before she covers the wound with her palm, and so he dampens his laughter to a chuckle and watches her instead. The goddess’s magic glows warm against his skin, golden in the peripheral of his vision, and as the pain ebbs, he can see his princess relax. “...There. No harm done.”

Link smiles and signs to confirm, “No harm done.”

Her hand still has blood on it when it comes to rest against his chest. Not that he minds (he’s gotten blood out of his clothes more times than he can count), but it does draw his attention to the way she’s worrying at her lower lip. It’s a nervous tic, a habit she had even Before, and something that hasn’t changed is the way he wants to rub his thumb over the torn skin and draw her in for- “I will be more careful, next time.”

“No!” His hand comes up to lay over hers - the bloody one, why does he keep doing that, it’s fine, hers is bloody too - You struck a blow while defending yourself. Do not apologize.

It amazes him when she shivers. “I did not mean to cut you.”

But she’s frightened. Injuries aren’t as common of a sight, and he already knows it distresses her to see it. Link can’t keep the fondness out of his tone when he says, I know. It was a surprise attack. And to prove that there was no harm done, he takes her hand and brings her knuckles up to skim where the injury is freshly healed, nothing but a puckered thin line. This, though, brings another surprise; her thumb skates the wound.

And it makes him acutely aware, once more, of the fact that she’s straddling him. In healing the injury, she’s wiggled up to sit on his stomach. Now she’s leaned in, and her eyes are luminous. To mask the shudder that runs down his spine, Link gives her a smile and a nudge, repeating:  No harm done.

“I thought you would catch me before I managed to hurt you,” Zelda mumbles, thumb guiding along the wound again. She seems deep in thought, heavy with concern, as though he’s going to change his mind and reprimand her. That, he imagines, is leftover from King Rhoam.

“I was distracted,” He signs to her, before he realizes a second later that he might need to have a source for his distraction. The source, naturally, is straddling him with concerned eyes. “By-” Link’s mind casts for a satisfactory answer. “Planning my next move.” Primary Distraction Number One shifts as she crosses her arms - he has an impulse to remind her about the blood, but she doesn’t seem to care. “Is that so?”

The movement draws his eyes down and back up again. This time, he says aloud, “Y-yes?”

And his heart almost bursts out of his chest when she puts her palm back down, right over his heart, and leans in. Her hair flutters down around her face, bringing with it the smell of whatever soap she’s used, lavender and a crisp sweet smell that reminds him of apples. “And what-” Zelda asks, and Link thinks she has to know what she’s doing with her voice. “-would it have been?”

Some of that cursing that he’s held in up until this point is bouncing around in his brain. Coherency in his mind is rare even in the best of moments, and the princess is inches from his face, smelling literally delicious and likely to feel his heart racing a thousand beats a minute-

In an attempt to save face, Link rolls her in the hay. Their positions flip, and suddenly he’s on top of her, a more advantageous position in every way, except . Except that she gasps and parts her lips and stares at him and doesn’t speak.

They stare at each other like this, both of them as surprised as the other by his boldness, breathless and caught, and he stammers a rather eloquent “Um-”

But Zelda has plans of her own. Before Link can react, say anything at further, she’s pressing her mouth to his.

And now they’re kissing . A burst of furious elation explodes in his chest, but he’s careful in the return, mindful of the fact that he does have her pinned down and she did lay open his face just minutes before-

A shallow gasp signals the end, and the princess looks… terrified. “I am so sorry, I should not have-”

Link’s already chasing the kiss and stops himself at her words, resumes their game of staring, and watches as she comes to the realization on her own that she has no reason to be sorry. While they’re paused, he rubs his bloody hand on his tunic, cleaning. He’s afraid to speak, fearful of breaking this moment that he’s already etching into his memory forever (a bold statement, from him), and it occurs that it might help if he says, “No, it’s-”

“Can I kiss you again?” The princess - the princess! - asks him and even tacks on, “Please?”

It’s a silly question to answer aloud, so he does so by kissing her. The tension breaks and transforms into some form of desperation that Link, even through the buzz of thrill, can tell is mutual. They stay like this, exchanging warm kisses, until her fingers wind in his hair and elicit a whine that he can’t quite stamp out. He moves back to ask if this is okay, if they should be kissing in a pile of hay outside of his house, but when his mouth forms the word, Zelda kisses it out of him.

Well. If they’re going to keep at this a while, he’s going to make himself more comfortable. He rakes a hand through the hay, half to convince himself this is real with the texture of the scratchy grain, half to support himself above her so he doesn’t pin her with his weight. A thought flickers in the back of his mind, but her tongue slips past his lips and he loses it.

Despite his attempts to be a level of courteous, the princess is having none of it. He’s in the middle of a daze, trying to place the flavor of her tongue - honey? she’d had tea with breakfast - when Zelda nips him. There’s no stopping the groan that escapes, and so much for staying polite; it’s an impulse reaction that presses him closer and that staggers an audible, “Ze- Princess-”

His words cause her to freeze. “Link,” Zelda breathes, leaning back onto the ground. Her lips are swollen, and he can’t stop staring at them. “You do not have to do this. You do not have to- to please me, or-” His eyes go to hers, incredulous. “Or anything. You are my friend. ”

And he’s so floored by the notion of what she’s saying that he doesn’t respond right away. Her hand rests on his cheek again, and it occurs to him that she seems more worried by the second. “Please do not give yourself to me because I am the princess.” Please her. Give himself to her. Give himself to her . Didn’t he already do that ages ago? “This is not your duty.”

The last word does it. “No!” Startled, Link sits up and waves his hands, stricken by the idea that he might fumble this and lose the opportunity to kiss her more. The frantic gesture turns into sign, “My only concern is for you. For-” And here he gets stuck. How does he explain… that she’s the vessel of the goddess . That she’s the princess of Hyrule , soon to be ruling queen , and that all it would take is a word and he’d never touch her again . That he’s a mess, can’t remember half of who he should be, can’t remember half of who he’s been, that he spends his days rolling in dirt and blood and sweat and guts and now-

Now his best friend is lying in a pile of hay. It’s sunny and warm, gentle breeze stirring from the east that brings with it the distant tang of ocean salt. The horses are tied off on the other side of the fence, pulling at grass and uninterested in the tumbles of their Hylian riders. She wants to kiss him more.

The castle seems very far away.

“Sword training,” he finishes signing with a lame sweep of his hands in the motion of a weapon.

Her stare is blank with confusion. “Sword… training?”

Link can feel his face burning. “We were supposed to be-”

It clicks, and she sits up. It reminds him of the indignant way she’d done so before, hair fluttering around her face and fists curling in little balls. “Well, I- If you would rather we be sword training, we can certainly-”

Now he shields his face with a hand, uncomfortably aware that he’s digging his own grave. I do not want you to misinterpret my intentions -

“ Your intentions?” This, it seems, was the wrong thing to say, because now the princess looks offended. “ I kissed you ! And I am sorry, perhaps I-” The fists go to her lap, uncurl and curl again. “Should not have. We should return to sword training. I am sorry for- for taking advantage of the situation.”

And she moves to stand up, so Link uses inhuman speed to grab her wrist, eyes stretched wide with concern. “Don’t-”

Zelda freezes like a rabbit.

They hold the stare for a few aching seconds, then Link throws caution to the wind and drags his princess - his princess - back in for a clumsy recreation of the kiss from a few minutes before. It’s a huge relief when she melts against him, and it’s like they didn’t have the awkward exchange at all. He’s kissing her, he’s kissing her, pulling at the edge of her lip that he’d noticed earlier, the one she’d dappled with redness from all the anxious chewing, kisses and adds a nip of his own.

This time, when he pulls back, she looks dizzy. He tries to hide how smug he feels, instead opts for brushing his thumb against her cheek, and he gets the impression from her that she can’t believe she’s gotten what she wanted.

What you wanted? Link sharply laughs, kissing her again to muffle it. What a ludicrous idea.

“Do you know how long -” She says as she drags him back down, and he thanks her for the momentum in silence, uses the kiss this time to press her into the hay. “But I didn’t- I wanted you to want it too. Not- Not because I ordered, or asked-” He laughs again, and this time it’s in disbelief, straightening up so she can see his face and the way he searches her expression. Link opts to speak aloud, aware of the weight of it, words slow and garnished with half of a smile. “You are the princess. Perhaps our next queen. The chosen vessel of the goddess Herself.” The hand on her cheek slides to push some loose strands of hair away from her eyes. “What sort of arrogance-”

But her smile fades. “I am all of those things. What right would you have to deny me, if I asked?”

“What right-” Link continues, pointed. “-would I have to ask at all?”

Zelda turns her head away and seems to study the sky. “So,” She exhales. “Neither of us had the right to ask.”

When she breathes out, he breathes with her. “Good thing you have already given me permission.”

This earns him the ghost of a smile and her eyes back on him. Unless he’s mistaken, she… shivers. “Yes.”

Please her. Give himself to her. He’s no wordsmith, but the phrasing is curious at a minimum, and it fills him with a hunger. “You may have any part of me you wish,” Link confirms, voice husky from a mix of disuse and desire. “Freely given.”

Following the trend of the day, instead of answering him, Zelda leans in and presses her lips to his neck. His heart starts to race, beating a tempo against his pulse that he’s certain she can feel as he tilts his head away, otherwise unmoving and letting her explore. This is… different, from kissing her lips. He’s at her mercy as she traces up the curve of his neck, breath tickling at the sensitive cusp of his ear.

Still straddling her, Link’s legs tighten on either side and his hand fumbles to find hers and squeeze. He whispers, “Princess-”

And then she bites his ear.

He yelps, tucking in rather than pulling away, muffling the sound against her shoulder. It’s not the best idea, he realizes a moment later, since it’s bound to be clear that he’s aroused as close as he’s pressed to her. What-

Zelda’s got a wicked grin on her face when he catches a glimpse, but that’s all he gets, because she leans in and bites him again, this time rougher and on the side of his neck. It borders on violent, followed by a suck that makes him shudder all the way down to his toes. “Still fighting?” he asks, breathless.

“No,” She informs. “Marking.” Marking - and even mentally, he stumbles over the implication, reels with it as she admires her handiwork. He can feel her fingers tracing where, he assumes, there’s now a bright red blossom of blood under the skin. It’s not that he’s new to intimacy - Link has slept with a number of peoples, all across Hyrule, of various races and genders - but it’s different when it’s Zelda, when she’s so endearingly proud. Possessiveness rakes his chest in silence, raw and keen, as he tangles his hand in her hair and she squirms. He hasn’t kissed her enough. That’s terrible.

Link presses her against the ground again, this time with his full weight, and kisses her with a hot tangle of breath and tongue. She moans . Something in him breaks. “Goddesses, you-” The grip in her hair tightens. “May I-” No, words are bad right now. He struggles to use them on the best of days, and that’s way too much to do with his mouth when it has better things to focus on. - touch you? Please? There’s no plan in mind, but he has to know, has to be sure before his touch wanders further.

“Yes,” She breathes. “Goddess, yes.”

Permission given, his hand breaks away from holding hers and drags down her side instead, like he’s worried it’ll be revoked if he waits too long. But she seems to have no hesitation, giving another low sound of pleasure at his touch even before his fingertips ghost her stomach, nudging her riding tunic out of the way. His gloves are still on, the ones that leave his fingers free for gripping and cover his palm from the twist of the sword pommel, but her skin is smooth and warm. He sits up. Zelda watches him do it, and the sight of her spread out across the hay is breathtaking. Her hair, golden in the sun, seems to mingle with the strands of grain, creating an endless wave, and her cheeks are flushed from exertion. It’s like being caught in… in the gaze of a guardian, but a thousand, a million, times better.

Link gives her a bashful smile that in no way slows the upward slide of his hand, which continues under fabric until it’s high enough to skate the side of her breast. Her eyes flicker closed, and for a moment, he’s drunk on the exhilaration of watching her surrender to his touch. It’s a scenario that’s played out in his fantasies more times than he would ever admit, keeping him company in the cold and lonely nights after he’d woken. And the next step…

His hand shifts to cover her breast, palming her in a careful way, like he isn’t sure this is allowed in spite of asking. The whimper it draws puts those concerns to rest, and if that didn’t do the trick, Zelda’s hand covering his own would. She presses, insistent that he should continue, and the sensation pulls a breathy “Link-” from her lips. In the space of two seconds, any of his reservations fly out the window. Exactly how long he’s wanted her he couldn’t say, but Link knows he wants her now, more than he’s maybe wanted anything in his entire life. In an act of boldness, he dips his head and moves his hand to cup her breast instead. Eyes locked on her face, he laves his tongue over the fabric of her tunic, right over her nipple.

“Take it off.” Her demand - her order - is whined, but lacks no force. “I want it off-” And she fumbles at the buttons, hands shaking and frantic in a way that makes him giggle. He joins her in the attempt, disbelieving that he’s doing this at all, and when it opens, it reveals a lacy undergarment that he wouldn’t have expected from his practical princess. It catches his breath, keeps him staring, trying to memorize the contour of her body, the way her supple skin shifts beneath the fabric, how the swell of lace compliments the swell of breast-

He glances up to see Zelda watching him and flushes. “You’re,” he stammers, reeling with how beautiful the sight under his fingers is and unable to articulate it further.

The hand that had gone abandoned on her stomach is caught by her fingers. He watches, captivated, as she brings it up to rest against the lace. “You may have any part of me you wish,” She echoes him, fervent. “Freely given.”

His gut clenches with want, and he massages with an obedient roll, soft skin and lace under his fingers. But it occurs to Link that his hands are calloused, rough, and the leather of his gloves doesn’t seem good for the fabric. So he slides his hand up to cup her face instead, intending to say… something, anything that would be appropriate, but the movement draws out a push of her body up and he forgets that he wanted to say anything at all.

Instead, he kisses her neck, far gentler than her own had been, and raises his hand to his mouth so he can tug his glove free with his teeth.

This movement, the lack of the weight on sensitive skin, draws her eyes open in time to see him do this. When she stares, Link offers her a grin, and there’s a predatory nature to it. Gloveless, his hand returns to her breast, this time able to feel the peak of nipple below his palm, and he does nothing more than slide across the lace, appreciating the contrasting feel of flesh and fabric.

Very delicate , he muses.

“Uh-huh” is the royal response, breathless.

Something more delicate then , he confirms, and presses a heated kiss to her neck. Right away, she catches him there, refusing to let him pull away even if he had wanted. Which he doesn’t, but the encouragement inspires him to scrape the divot of neck and shoulder with his teeth. Link adores the way he can feel her body rise against his, her chest heaving against the press of his circling palm and her whine pushing past her lips.

This isn’t exactly what he wants, though, and so he begins to trail his kisses down. The tangle of her fingers in his hair follows him, clinging more than pulling. When he reaches his intended goal, he places a chaste kiss at the top of her breast and then demonstrates exactly what he meant by ‘delicate touch’. His tongue swirls over nipple, wolfish smile at the squeak it elicits, and then closes his mouth around the bundle of nerves and gives it a pull.

Oh, and that . That is delicious . Because the princess shrieks, toes curling and hips rolling, throws a hand up over her mouth to dampen the sound. Her eyes are still closed, though, and he can hear the muffled noises of pleasure through her fingers.

As much as he wants to keep hearing that - she had screamed and he was barely touching her , what other noises might she make - his eyes cut over to the bridge leading up to his house. Hateno is quiet, almost sleepy, and the cries of a young woman might carry through the valley. The last thing he wants is to call concerned villagers to his little home.

His warning is nothing more than his hand brushing over her folded fingers, but she responds, “S-Sorry.” Even that word is whimpered. “I will be quiet.”

A beat passes, marked by the drag of his tongue up over lace until it reaches empty skin, and when he raises his head, his tongue hangs out of his mouth. Distracted by what he’s about to offer, it takes him a second to realize and he swipes it over his lips, like wetting them was what he’d planned to do all along. “There is a bed inside,” Link points out, voice low. “If you feel we need it.”

Their eyes meet.

“Take me there,” Zelda orders.

#zelink #legend of zelda #breath of the wild #zelda #link #link/zelda #what do people tag this with #botw #anyway here's a contribution to the fandom #hopefully I'll finish this soon #I love these two #they're so worried all the time #let's be sword and crown #hi i'm sword #sword writes #sword

[dangerousluv1]

ML Fuff Month || Day 10

@miraculousfluffmonth

Day 10- Secret Sleepover

Marinette clamped a hand over Adrien's mouth, shooting him a glare as the boy simply grinned upon seeing her, and continued to push him up the stairs. "Shut up, you know my parents have people staying over," she said quietly through her teeth.

As soon as she pushed him through her trap door, she smacked him on the arm lightly. "How am I supposed to explain that my boyfriend occasionally drops by at some of the most ungodly hours of the night if they heard you." Marinette narrowed her eyes as she looked down at the blond boy still sitting on the floor with her hand on her hips.

The stern look on her face softened when she noticed how somber her boyfriend looked in the light. That can mean only two things, either one of his favorite anime characters got killed off or he had a fight with his dad. And the first option only ended up with phone or video calls so it had to be the latter.

"Hey, lets go up to the loft," Marinette said as she ruffled the blonde's hair affectionately. That brought a smile to his lips for a brief moment before hurt flashed through his eyes for a second. Holding both his hands in hers, Marinette walked backwards towards the ladder to her bed. She began talking about the day, knowing that it helped Adrien to get his mind off things before he opened up about what happened between him and his father.

Neither of the two noticed the small spool of thread on lying on the floor until it was too late. Marinette had lost her footing and tumbled to the floor, pulling Adrien down with her. Adrien didn’t have enough time to react and landed with his full weight on his petite girlfriend. The mannequin in Marinette’s room wobbled but thankfully stayed upright. The designer groaned softly as the model rushed to apologize.

“No, no, I’m okay,” Marinette breathed out. Adrien continued to spew his apologies until there was a sharp knock on the door. The two froze for a second before Marinette was pushing the still boy off her and behind the chaise. Marinette walked over to her trap door and opened it to reveal her father.

“You okay, Marinette? I heard a loud thud just now.”

Marinette yawned and nodded her head. “Yes papa, I tripped down the stairs trying to get some water.” Familiar with his daughter’s clumsy tendencies, Tom bought the lie and told her to get some sleep before leaving.

The designer breathed out a sigh of relief and for the first time, thanked the heavens that clumsiness was not an uncommon occurrence for her. She picked herself off the floor and walked over to the chaise to get Adrien before heading up to the loft.

“You’re still wearing your street clothes,” Marinette noted for the first time since Adrien had showed up at her doorstep.

The blond model looked down at himself and nodded. “Uh yeah, I hadn’t actually stayed home long enough to do so. I snuck out of my room right after Gorilla dropped me off from the shoot.”

Marinette clicked her tongue in disapproval, finally voicing what’s been on her mind ever since she realized why Adrien came over. “It must’ve been really bad then huh.”

Adrien hung his head and nodded, staring at his hands in his lap. “It was about you and Nino,” he said softly, crawling over to the pillows and flopping down face first. “I just don’t get it, he approved of you when I finally told him about us and now he- ugh he’s telling me to stay away from you because the paparazzi is starting to get suspicious. And now he’s even more adamant that I stay away from Nino, going so far as to try to get him switched out of our class.”

Marinette carded her fingers through his hair as she listened; gently scratching at the nape of his neck, knowing this motion calmed him down. She lay beside her blond model and draped her leg over the back of his thighs. Adrien turned on to his side facing Marinette and buried his face into the crook of her neck, hands gripping her hips as he huffed out a shaky breath.

“I just can’t please him. I’ve been trying my best to make him happy since mom left but it’s like nothing’s been getting to him. I understand that he’s doing this because he’s still hurting and doesn’t want me to up and leave him like mom but- but this is too much. He can’t keep trying to take away the people I love and make me happy.”

Marinette hummed softly as she listened, not interrupting him as he continued to talk. Adrien has always been a bit guarded when talking about his mother and father. He usually said very little on the subject because he didn’t want to burden anyone with his feelings.

“Marinette, I just want to go to sleep and forget about all this for now. I don’t want to deal with it tonight,” Adrien finished with a sigh. He pulled her closer and took a deep breath, smelling the lingering scent of Marinette’s soap underneath the scent of vanilla that Marinette always seemed to have.

The petite girl nodded and pressed a kiss the crown of his head. “Let’s get you comfortable then,” the mischief in her voice made Adrien raise his head to look up at her. “Take off your pants.”

“M-Marinette!” Adrien stuttered, his cheeks flaring red.

“Oh shut up, you know what I mean. You’re never gonna fall asleep comfortably with those jeans on, and I still have your pajama’s the last time you snuck in for these secret sleepovers.” Marinette rolled her eyes and freed herself from Adrien’s arms to grab the clothes she’s been hiding and tossed it to the still blushing blond.

“Y-yeah, well you didn’t have to go saying it like that,” Adrien mumbled as he pulled off his shirt and then moved on to his pants before getting changed. Once he was done he pulled down the blanket that covered Marinette’s face and crawled in, snuggling up to her smaller frame.

Marinette pressed kisses all over Adrien’s face, and with each kiss she whispered one thing that she loved about him. There were times when Adrien thought that he didn’t deserve to have the people in his life that he loved so dearly because his father made it seem like friends were a luxury. And it was after fight’s like this when Marinette made it her personal mission to tell him how much she loves him until his thoughts drifted away from the dark space that his father usually pulled him to unknowingly with their fights.

Marinette kissed away any of the doubts Adrien had about himself and whispered stories about anything and everything until Adrien’s eyes drooped and he was out cold with a smile on his face.

#Miraculous Ladybug #Adrien Agreste #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #adrienette #ml fluff month #ml fluff month day 10

[charliesgoodboy]

☆soapghost x male reader(sfw)

☆genre: fluff

☆warning(s): mentions of self harm, drawing on sh scars(for comfort), ooc ghost(?)

☆a/n: lemme have fluff i thought of this cute short story please take it there's not enough cod fluff, also thanks to @gaybitchfx readers code name will be noodles(you have no choice i just need to hear ghost say noodles)

"gaz, you seen soap or noodles?" gaz looked from behind the counter swallowing remaining food pointing with his head to a room in the hallway. "should be in noodles' room, if not than i don't know." ghost simply nodded, heading to your room in the hallway knocking on the door but just being left in silence.

he sighs knocking once again before hearing shuffling and small hushes before a muffled voice from behind the door allowing him to step inside. "why didn't you answer me the first time i-" ghost stopped in his tracks before closing the door all the way,

the sight of your face almost made his heart sink, your eyes red with dried tear stains on your face. sure ghost was tough guy but he isn't just an emotionless piece of metal, he had people he cared for wether they knew it or not.

soap was on his knees one hand on your thigh and the other having some color of a marker. "hey ghost.." you slightly chuckle out. "we're just..hangin' out you could say," ghost stayed there standing for sme time before taking off his mask setting it on a nearby dresser. "what happned." it sounded demanding but the both of ya'll knew he really cared.

you slightly laugh before speaking, "just started thinkin' about stuff and soap caught me cryin' a little." though you had the dry tear stains on your face, some 'extra tears' making way down your face the man who was sitting on his knees made you feel a whole lot better wit the method he chose to do,

which was to draw on the part which made you feel bad about yourself. in that case which was your thighs that your self harm scars laid. most of them healed, some of them half way healed. others were too deep that no matter how much time passed by they would stay put.

"you can come over here si, your no stranger to me." you move your hand in a motion allowing him to come closer. he makes his way closer to you, grabbing your hand and sitting next to you his other hand resting on your thigh.

"you alright love?" you smile kissing his cheek, "yes si, i'll be fine you don't have to worry." he lays his head on your shoulder, some of his hair tickling your neck. "but i do worry.." he mumbles. "i know simon, i know." ghost gets his head off of your shoulder after feeling a light tap to his knee.

it was soap handing him a marker, a really pretty shade of blue. "wanna draw some stuff with me?" ghost lets out a small laugh, taking the marker in his hand and kneeling down next to you to draw some silly things as well.

he takes a look at the drawings that were already littered across your thigh area. some of them being hearts, stars, smiley faces, and one of them being ghosts' mask.

"thank you guys..really."

sorry for the lame ass ending but it's 10 pm and i have school tommorow😔 @gaybitchfx @reallyromealone / @rome-alone @bloodyfennec @vyloy @devilswhore-emrys @secretivemessenger @lostsomewhereinthegarden

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