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🤗 Write about the time you and your villain F/O first admitted your care for one another.

sabretooth x mystique
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The Berlin safehouse was pretty dingy. The mattress was pretty dingy too. They were lucky it even had a sheet on it.

Sabretooth didn’t care. He was more than just content. He was happy.

His big, hairy, muscular body was wrapped neatly around the half-sleeping form of his lover. Leni Zauber.

He stroked her face fondly with a large, sharp-nailed hand.

She was gorgeous, that much was indisputable. But what he really liked was everything else. How she held herself. How she smelled. The rough, direct way she spoke to him. The way she made love. The way she danced.

A guy could get used to this. It was the kind of thing that made guys go AWOL.

He was thinking, seriously, of continuing to be awol. Maybe permanently.

“Got a hell of a thing for you, Leni,” he murmured to his half sleeping lover.

“You too,” she murmured back.

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🤗 Write about the time you and your villain F/O first admitted your care for one another.

sabretooth x mystique
(rated PG, no warnings)

The Berlin safehouse was pretty dingy. The mattress was pretty dingy too. They were lucky it even had a sheet on it.

Sabretooth didn’t care. He was more than just content. He was happy.

His big, hairy, muscular body was wrapped neatly around the half-sleeping form of his lover. Leni Zauber.

He stroked her face fondly with a large, sharp-nailed hand.

She was gorgeous, that much was indisputable. But what he really liked was everything else. How she held herself. How she smelled. The rough, direct way she spoke to him. The way she made love. The way she danced.

A guy could get used to this. It was the kind of thing that made guys go AWOL.

He was thinking, seriously, of continuing to be awol. Maybe permanently.

“Got a hell of a thing for you, Leni,” he murmured to his half sleeping lover.

“You too,” she murmured back.

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😷 Write about a time you and your F/O had to hide the nature of your relationship.

Annette Birkin (🔬🐝) and William Birkin

Cw: shipcest, twincest. Rated G. (Please note that the Birkins’ status as blood related is non canonical.)

When people asked them questions, Annette and William described themselves as husband and wife. This was not an official status, and would never be one, legally. The two of them were blood related. Fraternal twins who had been removed from their parents and raised, separately, in the dubious care of the Umbrella Training program.

They had been in their mid teens when they reunited, and there had been no question about it. Blood, as they say, calls to blood.

It was easy to keep the nature of their relationship ambiguous while they were being educated. There were plenty of blonds. Plenty of same last names. People didn’t ask, and they didn’t tell. Besides, people assumed William was in some kind of relationship with Albert Wesker (he was, additionally), and people didn’t think about Annette at all.

Annette didn’t mind being overlooked. It gave her more time to work, and more privacy.

It was once they were adults, and given the independence of a home, and a life nominally outside of Umbrella that they made the decision to tell people they were married. After all, if they were living together, people would draw their own conclusions anyway.

It was as simple as a gold ring, one for each of their hands, and it was as good as done. Annette would have left it at that. William had insisted there should be cake. Annette had to agree that it was a nice cake.

Albert Wesker presented them with a pair of swords as a wedding gift. They named him Sherry’s godfather.

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💉 Write about your villain F/O tending to your wounds.Please? :3

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Sabretooth (😼🔪) x Doc Ock

cw: medical

“Hold still,” Otto hissed. He held the needle and medical thread in his gloved fingers, while his tentacles hovered nearby with gauze and alcohol.

Sabretooth growled as the doctor neatly sewed up the long slashes in his back. “I hate this, doc.”

“Is it *my* fault that your healing factor is suppressed?” Otto chided. “No it is not. So hold still and let me make sure you don’t lose all your damned blood.”

“Yeah yeah,” the big man grumbled huffily. But he held still and let Otto work.

Otto’s tentacles wiped Sabretooth’s neatly stitched wounds with alcohol soaked gauze, and Sabretooth drew a breath like a hiss.

“I thought you didn’t care about pain, Victor,” Otto tutted, giving him a rather fretful look.

“Well that’s when I know it’s healin’ right,” Sabretooth complained. “Besides, it stops hurting real fast, usually.”

“You big baby.” Otto shook his head fondly. “Well its done now, and I promise it will heal right. I am a doctor after all.”

“Uhuh,” the big cat man gave him a teasing look.

Otto cupped Victor’s broad chin fondly with a bloody glove. “Trust me.”

“I’ll try.”

Otto kissed him on the mouth. “Imbecile. Try not to get hurt next time.”

kiss prompt number 13 for liquidmantis / wetbug?

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…discreetly.

The most discreet kind of kiss was one that never happened at all.

They were lucky to be the kind of young men who could share such a kiss. Who could savor it.

To be able to brush past one another in a hallway, not even quite touching.

And yet.

And yet.

Somewhere very real to the both of them, that moment stretched on, and they were entwined, embracing, lips on lips for a thousand years.

Curled against one another, soft fingers, rough kisses.

Somewhere far away from it all.

And yet it was only for an instant.

And yet it was forever.

And the two men walked past each other. Places to be, things to do, world’s to change.

But it was real.

And no one could ever intrude, or take it away.

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Wrightworth? Kiss 45 …out of anger.

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cw: alcohol abuse

Miles came into the apartment, his arms full of groceries. He shut the door behind him with the back of his heel.

The lights were off, and there was a stink in the air that set Miles’ teeth on edge.

Narrowing his eyes, he picked his way through the mess to the kitchen, where he found Nick slumped forward on the kitchen table, head in his arms, beanie limply falling over his face.

There was an empty bottle on the table next to him.

“Tch.” Miles looked down his nose at the drunkard, and placed the bag of groceries heavily down beside his head.

“Nhhh,” Nick complained, but he didn’t raise his head.

Miles sighed, and knocked Phoenix’s beanie off his head, grabbing a fistful of his dark hair, and using it to pull him up to look at him.

“Oh, hi, Miles,” Nick grinned at him sloppily.

Miles stared at him, still holding him tightly. “You’re drunk again, Wright.”

“me? Drunk? Psssh. No.”

Miles made a thick noise of annoyance in the back of his throat. “Is that so? Let’s see.”

He bent down and pulled Nick roughly into a messy kiss, all tongue and mushy lips. Nick tastes strongly, and distinctly of wine.

He pulled him away and let his head drop back into his arms on the table.

“You taste like wine, Wright.”

“Oops.”

Miles shook his head and leaned against the table. “What the hell are we going to do with you?”

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ok you said Marvel so how about Spideypool for the kiss prompt thing with #7 (to shut them up)?

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Wade had been following him around the city for blocks. Peter wasn’t even sure how the hell he was keeping up. Every time he swung by a window or over a rooftop, Wade was there, usually waving. And of course, running his mouth.

Peter was starting to feel like he understood why some people thought he was annoying. He was quippy, sure, a fast taller, but he didn’t compare to Deadpool.

Peter was perched currently on a large, looking gargoyle overlooking the city, trying to take a moment to regroup, and come up with a plan.

And Wade. Would not. Stop talking.

That’s when Peter had a bad idea.

Deadpool loved movies, and cliches.

And what could be more cliche than the idea Peter had in mind. He’d basically have to play along, right?

It was worth a shot at least.

“Hey, DP?” Spidey said, pulling up the bottom of his mask.

“Yeah, SM?” –Peter immediately decided he hated that, but he was committed now.

“C’mere.”

He grabbed Wade’s mask in a quick motion and pulled it up, immediately pressing a kiss to the other man’s mouth.

Wade kissed back.

To late, Peter had a sudden realization. Oh shit, he’s into it.

Oh well.

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Cronkri, out of spite

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Cronus knew how people looked at him. Knew how they felt about him. Like some kind of freak, like some kind of asshole.

Other seadwellers cast him out for being different, the lower castes we’re largely afraid to approach him.

So what. So what?

If he was a reject, let him hang with the rejects then.

He kissed Kankri in plain view, where everyone could see. The little mutant put on a petulant show of disgust, but it was affectionate.

Let the onlookers stare.

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Trevor wakes up in bed while Michael’s still asleep. Fluff. Ficlet. No warnings.

Trevor woke up in a comfortable bed, in a mostly clean room, the golden Vinewood sunshine streaming into his face.

But that wasn’t the part that seemed to good to be true.

That part, he thought, leaning up and propping up his chin on one arm, that part was the bastard still asleep right next to him.

Michael, jaw stubbly, face still a little tense even while he slept, Michael was the real fucking miracle. The bastard Trevor never thought he’d see again was sprawled out hogging the bed, covers twisted around his slightly sweaty naked body.

He was snoring. There was a trace of dried drool on his chin.

He’d hit Trevor in the face with his arm three times while sleep, and that was last night alone.

Trevor grinned at him. God, Michael was beautiful. God, Trevor was lucky to be there with him.

He threw his leg around his old partner’s still sleeping form, weaseling it through the covers to get that good, good skin to skin contact.

He snuggled up to him, spooning Michael from behind while he slept. The other man snorted and squirmed in his sleep, but he didn’t wake up. Typical. Mikey could sleep through an earthquake.

Worked fine for him. Trevor loved lazy mornings. Lazy morning with the man he loved sleeping in his arms? Fucking jackpot.

He almost threw out his shoulder groping behind him on the nightstand for his phone.

Damn, he was getting old. They both were.

It was fantastic. Never thought they’d make it this far.

They’d get old together.

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Kiss prompt 8 …in secrecy.

Ingrid x Jeritza

Ingrid was waiting for him when the Death Knight arrived in the disused basement hall.

They had met there three times this far– the first time by chance– and each time they had crossed blades.

“You keep coming back,” Ingrid said blithely, fixing the skull-hemled knight with a stern look.

“And you’re here every time. What will it take to kill you, I wonder.”

“You can find out some other time.” She unbuckled her sword belt and let it clatter to the ground. “Later.”

“What are you doing?” he hissed.

“I’m tired of waiting until I’m exhausted, that’s what. The same dance three times– you aren’t bored yet?”

She strode toward him. The Knight’s stance was wary.

“Come any closer and I will strike you down,” he warned.

“No you won’t, don’t be absurd.”

Boldly, she strode right up to him. His hand rested on his weapon, but he didn’t draw.

Ingrid put a hand on his hip, and with the other, she pulled up his helmet just enough to reveal his sharp jaw and pale lips.

She stood on her toes, and pressed him into a kiss.

20. …on a scarMaybe for Chrisker? ^<^

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Chris x Wesker kiss

Chris lay in his bed in the facility, letting Wesker curl around him like a cat.

Wesker, now that he was back, he looked so young. He looked just like he did back then, when everything had gone so wrong. Just like when he has been the captain of STARS, and Chris had been his faithful lieutenant.

Wesker looked the same; beautiful and whole, unscarred by the years between them.

Looking at him made Chris feel old, And haggard, monstrous even, like some disheveled beast.

He tried to find the words to tell Wesker how he was feeling, but words failed him, as they always seemed to.

This time, at least, his former captain seemed to understand.

He cupped Chris’ stubbly chin with his hand, and leaned in.

He kissed Chris on the scar across his eyebrow, and the one over his nose.

“Still as handsome as ever, Chris,” Wesker murmured to him. “I ought to be jealous.”