❛ You Are My Salvation. ❜ Price @muutos
❛ you are my salvation. ❜ price @muutos
she wants to be his salvation, wants it in a way that terrifies her enough to believe him. it’s not flattery, it’s not sweet—it's the weight of meaning because john price doesn't utter a single syllable he doesn't stand behind. it lands in her chest like a round at close range, and for a second, all she can do is feel it: the honesty of it, the need of it. fingers pressed into the hard edge of his chest, sliding up the column of his throat like she’s checking if he’s real, if he’s still warm under her palm. he is, off course he is. a man always burning, always ready to fight someone else's war. the perfect soldier, the selfless leader, giving until there's nothing left and still never staying down.
she leans in, her forehead pressing into the curve of his temple, mouth a whisper over his own. her frame straddled his lap, as if by miracle, she could ground him there. ❛ john. ❜ like she's something soft and not buried beneath devouring violence, like she wasn't haunted in every step she took. how could gloria deny him that refuge? she wants to say it’s too much, that salvation is too big a word for what she can give but, it doesn't change a long-standing truth. at doesn't change the fact that he's her salvation, too. bloodstained, battle-worn, but hers. ❛ i'll be anything for you. ❜ her teeth tug at his bottom lip, testing reverence with a flick of her tongue. it's almost cruel, the way her words tremble against him, how her nails trace his jaw. ❛ but i need you to take. i need you to be selfish, i need you to want this more than you decided on your own grave. ❜
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I just wanted to make a bit of a tiny psa; in that, there’s many instances where, if I’m shipping with someone, I don’t want to write with or ship with duplicates ( pending ppl using the same fc for multiple characters cause all interpretations are different). I have no interest in writing with the same face claims over and over, it’s not authentic to my brain. Nor is it authentic to what I’m building, canons are different, yes but there can be major associations with how someone plays them. if we’ve discussed it, then I have no issue practicing exclusively, especially with face claim association. for example, I will only ever write with one frank castle and billy russo because I have no desire to write with any others based on dynamics built. Face claim wise, I will not write with any others based Oliver Jackson-cohen face claims or honestly Jensen ackles because they’re associated with characters from partners I like writing with. But if we don’t have any conversation about these things, I won’t know. I’ll still prioritize your character if I’m not writing with any other canons or ocs with their face but I’m not tied to exclusivity unless we talk about it. But this psa is also me saying NO I DO NOT EXPECT THE SAME MANNER OF THINKING FROM OTHERS. and again unless the conversation is there, it’s business as usual.
Did this make any sense cause I feel like an asshole trying to explain my brain and I know I should put the list in my pinned and carrd but anyways.
🌶️ SC // @washsins ( russell shaw )
she didn’t think. she couldn’t think. by the time she had crossed the threshold past his door, gloria’s hands were shaking. not from fear, not from the cold, but from something hungrier, meaner. something she couldn’t scrape out of her chest, no matter how hard she tried. it had been gnawing at her for days, weeks maybe. that hollow, bone-deep need that curled under her skin and made her feel too tight, too human, too breakable. heart hammering against her ribs, adrenaline stabbing at the base of her skull the way it used to before firefights.
only this was worse; this was personal.
gloria doesn't give russell a second to breathe or contemplate the brokenness she carried in. she was already on him, grabbing the collar of his shirt and dragging him down to meet her mouth. it was desperate, waking up the part of her soul that had been warped into something caustic and fractured. her teeth caught on his lip, fingers yanking at the fabric over his chest like she could tear her need out by force if she just clawed hard enough. she needed someone real. someone solid, someone that could pin her down when the world spun out and she couldn’t catch her breath. ❛ please. ❜ gloria heard herself say it like a disembodied entity haunting the room. a hoarse whisper, nearly unrecognizable. she hated the sound of it, the crack in her own voice, but she needed him more than she needed pride right now.
❛ we're not going to fight her, she's the devil. and you don't dance with the devil cause you get burned. also in her case, because she has no rhythm and her hands are like little rat claws. ❜
holt & diaz quote starters // @washsins ( this feels like a dean conversation )
honey gaze scours the delicate clutter of tools. all foreign to her knowledge and oddly comforting, as if by some extension of who he was could quell pockets of unrest. the tightness in her chest loosened, just a little. she keeps so many horrors there, unearthed like a vandalized mausoleum. gloria follows the sound of his voice, leans back into the warmth of his presence behind her. her fingers hover over the spools before settling on one — a dusky blue, like the swirling sky of a storm.
❛ this one. ❜ she murmurs, voice low enough to keep it steady. gloria focused on the feel of it, every sensation of lips adorning skin and distracting racing thoughts. ❛ don't go too easy on me. ❜
@medicbled
"here, let me show you something." voice and touch are gentle yet firm as he ushers them to his work desk and tugs gloria down, wooden office chair squeaking in protest under their combined weight. before them stands a rotary vise fixed around a fishing hook and a collection of colorful threads, feathers, flash, and beads kept in organized chaos. there's a storm brewing in that head of hers and this method, distraction and redirection, has always been effective in quieting his own busy mind.
"we'll do an easy one," josef begins, reassurance offered in the form of a squeeze and pecks against the slope of her shoulder between sentences. "pick a thread."
she isn't someone who flusters easily. could withstand the force of a thousand storms and still hold her ground against the CARNAGE AND CHAOS. ❛ i've got a hundred thrown-out speeches i almost said to you. ❜ she's at a loss here, in over her head and overthinking because it's not as simple as locking into task or mission. her heart wears too close to her sleeve and clawing its way into his hands.
lyrical sc// @pittmade
Breeding Kink?
WHAT HAPPENED TO HELLO, HOW ARE YOU? MY NAME IS ....HELLLLLOOO?..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................yeah though.
If I gave back her dead fiancé tho !?? What then ? It would absolutely be more angst, I know but it would solidify her choice to leave the military cause it was brother, KIA , best friend KIA, fiancée, bombed by American weapons while working for Doctors Without Borders so you know….how mean can I be to her ?
