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jackrrabbit · 5 years ago

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Sleepless /// Tanjiro x f!reader (18+)

Request: Hi!! I'm not entirely sure on how to request since this is my first time EVER requesting something here on tumblr 😳😳 so im not sure if im doing this right,,,but um,,,,could you do a soft dom! tanjiro kamado x reader nsfw??? (he's aged up of course)

A/N: Y’all I’ve been working on this practically since I made this gd blog…idk why it took so long since I LOVE the concept. Reader is a traumatized bby who just needs her kitty licked ✊😔 and honestly same

Tags/warnings: soft dom, daddy vibes but without the ‘daddy’ (onii-chan vibes?), brief mentions of past demon violence & PTSD, fluff?, historical inaccuracies probably, reader is implied to be inexperienced, mild overstimulation, lowkey yandere lowkey romantic who knows, all characters are adults

It starts out with little things. Harmless things. Tanjiro sees you barely ate anything at dinner, and later that night he comes to your bedroom with a plate of food for you. “You should eat,” he tells you.

“I’m not hungry,” you say, almost a little petulantly. The food looks good and you know he’s trying to be nice, but you’re not a child. You can take care of yourself, and even when you can’t it’s not his job to do it for you.

“Eat,” he says again softly. It’s not a command. It’s like he already knows you’re going to eat, and he’s just patiently waiting for you to give in.

You pick up the chopsticks and eat the food he prepared for you. All of it. Tanjiro sits there and watches and then when you’re done, he smiles at you and pats your head and takes the plate away. You think it’s weird, but the next morning you don’t question it. He’s a big brother to everyone—doesn’t it make sense that he would want to make sure you’re eating enough?

He probably can’t help it.

You decide you’re going to let it slide, until a few days later after breakfast with him and the others when Tanjiro pulls you aside and holds your face in his hands and tells you you’re looking a little tired lately—are you getting enough sleep?

The truth is that you aren’t. You want to deny it, but somehow you have a hard time lying to him. “I used to sleep with my siblings in our bed, so it’s hard to fall asleep since…” since the demon who made you an orphan murdered them. “And, you know. Nightmares.”

Tanjiro understands. Of course he understands! He used to have five younger siblings, did you know that? Now Nezuko has her own room and the rest…well, you’ve heard the story. It’s hard to fall asleep when you’re by yourself, isn’t it? He’s been there.

“How many hours are you sleeping every night? On average?”

You’re trying too hard to ignore the brush of his callused fingertips over your cheekbones, so you tell him the truth without meaning to. “Um, like four hours? On a good day?”

His eyes go wide and suddenly both of his hands are wrapped around one of yours and squeezing, maybe a little too tight. “Is that the truth, (Y/N)? Four hours is too little. Sleep deprivation isn’t good for you.”

“I know, but—”

“No. The next time you have trouble getting to sleep, I want you to come to my room.” You open your mouth to mount a denial, but he frowns and cuts you off. “Promise me. Okay? It’s really bad for your health, so promise.”

And once again, you say yes even though you don’t want to.

It’s fine. It’ll be fine, you think. You’ll just pretend you’re sleeping better. Tonight you’ll lay in bed with your eyes open and stare at the ceiling and try to listen to your own breathing, in and out and in and out, and hope it drowns out the memories that stick fast in your head whenever you’re by yourself. Then when you’ve been laying in the dark for a few hours, you’ll finally fall asleep and all your nightmares will play out in technicolor and you’ll do your best to be quiet so you don’t wake anyone else up and in the morning you’ll splash cold water on your face to make your eyes less puffy and pinch your cheeks to get some color in them and it’ll be fine.

You can take care of yourself. You have to, since everyone else is gone. So you’re not sure why, when the sun goes down and you’re looking into the face of another sleepless night, you find yourself knocking on the door of Tanjiro’s bedroom.

Maybe it’s just that he made you promise. You hate breaking your promises.

He lets you in, the half-asleep affect mixing with the same caring, serene look as always (and it’s a little insulting that he’s not surprised at all). Tanjiro sits on the bed first and you can’t help staring at him in the flickering orange lamplight. He’s more muscular than you remembered, and taller than when you first met. He can play the role of a big brother all he likes, but he’s still an adult. A man. And he’s not family.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” you say, fidgeting with the sleeve of your shirt.

“It’s okay, (Y/N),” Tanjiro murmurs as he lies down, his voice still scratchy with sleep. Somehow it relaxes you. He just has that way about him—when he says it’s okay, it feels okay.

Tanjiro pats the spot on the bed next to him. It looks really warm, and there’s a winter chill in the air even though it’s only September. It’s a bed made for one person, but Tanjiro—ever considerate—has moved over to one side to make space for you.

“Come on. Come sleep,” he instructs in that soft, non-demanding way of his. So you sit down on the edge of the bed and (carefully, carefully, like you’re making your way into a hot bath) fold your legs and pull the covers over you so you’re lying next to him. The bed is even warmer than you thought it’d be. Tanjiro radiates heat—he’s so warm, you think, how fitting—and then before you know it you’re drifting into the first dreamless sleep you’ve been afforded in a very long time.

That first night, you sleep with a good six inches of space between the two of you. You don’t want to touch him, don’t want to cross that invisible boundary—at first. But it doesn’t matter, because every time you wake up next to him, you’re curled up to his side like a puppy seeking warmth. It’s not like he minds. Judging from the gentle smile on his face when he wakes you up in the morning (and tells you that you should go back to your room before anyone notices you’re not there) he likes it.

Never again, you think. No way. But you haven’t had a good night’s sleep in so long, and it’s nice to be well-rested for once, and the next evening you only lie in your bed for fifteen minutes before you’re knocking on Tanjiro’s door again, silently asking if you can take advantage of his kind nature for just one more night.

He says yes. Of course he does. So you sleep next to Tanjiro again, you keep half a foot of space between you again, and you wake up hugging him. Again. And then you do it the next night, and the next night, sleeping beside Tanjiro over and over until you no longer bother trying to leave room between your body and his.

Is this okay? you wonder sometime around the two-week mark. It’s the longest you’ve gone without having nightmares since the demon came. Sometimes you think you’re betraying your loved ones by trying not to think about their deaths; letting yourself off easy while they suffered. You tell this to Tanjiro while the two of you are lying back to back under his blanket, quietly enough that (you hope) if he’s already sleeping you won’t wake him.

He hears you, and he turns around and lays his arm around your waist. “Don’t be silly…of course they wouldn’t want you to be unhappy.”

“But how do you know?”

“I know.” Tanjiro’s voice is half muffled by your hair, but it’s steady. “You believe me, don’t you.”

You do.

“Don’t think about that anymore.” His hold on your waist gets a little bit tighter, arms a little bit less forgiving.

“I won’t,” you say, hoping that the promise will be enough. The two of you fall asleep like that, and when you wake up in the morning it’s the first time ever that you haven’t moved in the night.

As if it wasn’t enough to be spending every night together, at some point you start to dream about him too. Usually it’ll just be a flash or a snippet that you barely remember once you wake—the reassuring tone of his voice, a smell like a campfire, or a few notes of laughter—but tonight you’re watching him train in the courtyard. In the dream, he moves through his forms with inhuman grace, position to position to position, balanced with perfect agility like he’s a dancer and not a swordsman. With how beautiful it is, you can almost forget the raw power behind his movement, the strength that has subjugated more demons than you care to know.

He pauses to stretch, rolling his shoulders back, and you notice that he’s shirtless (which is how you know it’s a dream). Tanjiro’s arms flex as he raises the blade into position, and the sun shimmers over the thin sheen of sweat on his chest. He looks ethereal like this, and as you sit on the porch and watch him, you feel heat stir inside of you that has nothing to do with the sunlight.

Tanjiro, you call out softly. He looks around to you, deep red eyes resting on yours, and whips the blade down to replace it in its sheath.

Can I come closer? The grass is cool and wet under your bare feet as you pad lightly into the courtyard toward him. You can taste the humid summer air in your mouth. Fingers tangle themselves in your hair, tilting your head up to meet his.

Tanjiro…

“(Y/N)?”

Tanjiro’s voice cuts through the dream and you scrunch your eyes shut, reluctant to leave the dream world where he wants to touch you, not out of pity or because he thinks it’s his duty to take care of you but because he wants to. But it’s too late—his hand is on your shoulder, gently shaking you out of your slumber. “(Y/N)? You said my name.”

“Sorry, I…sorry.”

“What were you dreaming about?”

He kissed you, in your dream. Now that you’re looking at the real version, your cheeks feel warm…and so does that same spot below your belly. Suddenly the room feels uncomfortably hot, and you wish you weren’t trapped under the covers with Tanjiro. You shift your legs to try and get a little more air between the two of you, but the heat persists.

“I think I should go back to my room.” You must be sweating—you feel damp for some reason. He’s too close.

Tanjiro ignores you. “Can you tell me what you were dreaming about?”

“I—you,” you admit. “You were training.”

“And?”

“And…I don’t know. It’s kind of warm in here, isn’t it? I think I’ll just…” You push the cover aside and sit up, but before you can get yourself off the bed, Tanjiro is tugging you back down, holding to the mattress so he can hover over you in that way he likes.

“Tell me,” he says to you, voice as firm as it is gentle. Sleep-mussed locks of red hair flop over his forehead but his face is serious, and you can’t look away.

“You kissed me,” you whisper.

That takes him by surprise. You can tell by the way his eyes widen, but his hold on you doesn’t ease up. You want to die. Why did you say that? He’ll think you’re disgusting, sleeping next to him in his bed and having perverted dreams about him. Why couldn’t you have just lied? Why can’t you ever lie to him?

“I’m going back to my bedroom.” You try to project more confidence than you actually feel, but there’s no use. Tanjiro doesn’t seem like he’s going to let you get away from him any time soon.

He’s straddling your body carefully, one elbow folded next to your head while his other hand comes up to stroke your cheek. “Your face is all red.”

“You’re…you’re too close.”

“I don’t think I’m close enough. You have goosebumps, look...” Tanjiro folds up the sleeve of your sleep shirt, exposing your arms to view. “…here…and here, too…”

His hands are wandering further down to the hem of the shirt, pushing it up so slowly and gently that you’re not even sure it’s happening until you feel him stroking over your belly. It’s true, you do have goosebumps. It feels like every hair on your body is standing on end. “Tanjiro…?”

“I guess you haven’t been able to touch yourself, since we’ve been sleeping together. That kind of repression is bad for your health. Even I’ve been a little…frustrated.”

Your mind has to work overtime to understand what he’s telling you as he strokes over your stomach and onto the sensitive skin of your sides, and then up to the flesh covering your ribs. His thumb teases over the underside of one of your breasts for a second, but the shock must have shown on your face because he retreats immediately.

“I’m not. I’m not frustrated,” you say, knowing he won’t believe you.

Tanjiro shakes his head in dismissal. “I don’t think that’s true, (Y/N).”

What are you supposed to say? Of course it’s not true. But admitting that you’ve been feeling heated around him lately would ruin everything, so refuse to say it. “I…I don’t know what to say…”

“You don’t have to say it. Can I prove it to you?”

What does he mean? Your head jerks up and down in acquiescence. You barely have to wait a moment before Tanjiro’s hands are slipping down your sides to the waistband of your pants and tugging them down over your hips. A tap on your hipbones prompts you to lift your hips and let him remove the clothing, not that you know why you’re complying so blindly.

Just like you always do.

Is he still trying to take care of you? Putting himself in a caretaker’s role because he thinks you need him? This is going a little far, too far maybe, but you can’t deny you want this. The heat of his body is no longer stifling—instead, it feels like it’s pulling you into him.

When your pants are out of the way, Tanjiro reaches into your underwear and dabs against your slit. It’s not until you feel his finger sliding between the puffy lips of your cunt that you realize how wet you are…and of course he can feel it too. Your knees jerk together to try and push him away from you but he’s unfazed, his touch steadily becoming more intrusive as he seeks out the syrupy dampness from your pussy.

“What am I feeling right now? I want you to tell me.”

“You’re—you’re touching me?” you gasp out.

“And you’re all wet. You can’t tell me you haven’t been frustrated when you’re getting this wet with just my fingers.” At this, you feel him prodding deeper into your pussy and stretching you open.

“Nn—okay, fine! Fine!” The words come out of you in a rapid burst, and you finally muster up the resolve to push Tanjiro away from you by his shoulders. “I’ll go back to my room and deal with it, okay? You don’t have to do it for me.”

“I don’t know. I don’t think I can trust you to take care of this problem by yourself. You’ve been lying to me about your needs.”

You wish he wasn’t able to be so calm while you feel like your entire face is on fire. He pulls his hand out of your panties and backs up on the bed so his torso is framed between your legs. “Can you let me help you, (Y/N)? Let me take care of you.”

You lick your lips without realizing you’re doing it, and Tanjiro’s eyes follow the motion. You can barely comprehend what he’s asking. You want it. You want his hands on you; you want to be taken care of in the way he’s offering. But whether or not you can actually ask for it is another story. “Tanjiro…”

“You need this. I know you do.” He skims his palm over your bare thigh in a soothing motion that, oddly enough, puts your barbed nerves a fraction at ease. “I want you to be honest with me about what you need.”

It’s too much. The warmth of his body so tantalizingly close to yours, his shadowed eyes searching yours for a response you don’t know how to give him…and the sticky mess in your panties. Tanjiro’s giving you a free pass to get something you’ve wanted for longer than you can comfortably admit to yourself, and you’re not sure you could deny him if you tried. What can you tell him except the truth? “I want you. I need you.”

“Good girl. See how good it feels to be honest?” Tanjiro bows down and mouths over your pussy through the wet spot on your panties.

It’s not the honesty that feels good, you think as his tongue pads at you through the fabric.

Too impatient to wait another second to taste you, Tanjiro nudges your rear up and slides your panties down your legs. As soon as you kick the undergarment off your feet, he’s pulling your thighs back apart and curling his thickly-muscled arms around them to hold you securely as his head dips back down to your bare pussy. He wastes no time in laving his tongue over your slit and up to the button at the top.

The sensation of this hot, wet muscle pressing up against your most private area is…weird, to say the least. You’ve never felt anything like this—to be honest, you don’t even know exactly what Tanjiro’s doing. When you think about what’s actually happening on this bed—your (friend? partner? bedmate? crush?) ally has his mouth angled between your legs and is licking your pussy—you think you might spontaneously combust. You’ve never felt anything like this before, and however strange the feeling is, you’re more than aware of your hips grinding up toward Tanjiro just so you can feel more of it.

“Here, let me help…” Tanjiro effortlessly lifts you to place a pillow under your lower back, and then moves back down to continue his relentless licking, this time at a new angle that allows him full access to every millimeter of your raw cunt. He’s eating you out like your pussy is the last meal he’ll ever have.

And how can he help it? You taste so good, so sweet on his lips and over his tongue. You must have been in so much pain lying next to him every night with your desire leaking out between your thighs. Just thinking about is making heat rise low in his groin, and his grip on you is getting tighter by the second. How awful that you tried to keep this to yourself…it was remiss of him not to realize before tonight that you needed him so badly.

But it’s going to be alright, because judging from the muffled noises you’re making, every swipe of his tongue licking up your slit is more than making it up to you.

You probably don’t realize how much your hips are wiggling under his minstrations. He barely has to exert any effort to keep you still, but the way you keep trying you push yourself closer to him is enticing, not to mention the way you’re trying (and failing) to keep your voice down through your moans.

“Tanjiro…T-Tanjiro,” you whimper. It’s like you can’t think of anything except for his name. All of your attention is focused on the pressure building up deep in your core, each stroke of his tongue over your clit taking you higher and higher. You feel tense…wound up so tightly that you have to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from letting the shallow puffs of air turn into full-fledged cries.

Just like that, please, please… You think the words rather than saying them, even though you want to. It’s too humiliating to be begging Tanjiro for more while he’s already giving you more than you deserve, but it’s almost like he heard you anyway, because his tongue writhes down across your clit again and your back arches up off the bedspread.

Your thighs twitch around his head, trying involuntarily to hold him down. He just chuckles and keeps you firmly in place, and his voice hums out over your pussy making feel even more wild. “Please, I’m—I’m cumming…” Your voice trails off and you crush the heels of your palms into your face to cover up your expression while the wave of pleasure hits you so hard you think you might faint.

Tanjiro doesn’t stop. You’re crying out in whimpers so high-pitched he can barely hear them, but he doesn’t stop. The delicate muscles in your pussy are throbbing under his tongue, but he doesn’t stop licking until you’re almost crying, panting out “it’s too much it’s too much, please Tanjiro” and pushing his head away with your hand.

When he finally pulls away, his hair is tangled and disarrayed from where you’ve been running your hands through it, and his mouth and jaw are shining wet. Tanjiro licks his lips and if you didn’t feel shaky before…you do now.

It takes a second for the power of thought to return to you, but when it does you just sigh weakly and flop back down onto the bed. Tanjiro’s next to you before you hit the pillow, and he grips your jaw with one hand to angle your head to meet his, and—

He’s kissing you. He’s actually kissing you. His lips are surprisingly soft over yours, but as usual there’s an unnecessary degree of pressure attached to the contact that has you sinking deeper into your blankets under his force. You can detect the lush, slightly bitter taste of your arousal coating the inside of his mouth as his tongue (skillful as ever) traces over yours. Tanjiro is kissing you, and it’s a hundred times better than any dream you could come up with on your own, so you kiss back.

It takes him a long moment to break the kiss, long enough that your lungs are pleading for air by the end of it. When his lips leave yours, a thin trail of saliva connects the two of you until it breaks and drips down your chin.

“Tanjiro…” You search for the right words, but what are you supposed to say at a time like this? “I…what did we just do?”

“Shh, don’t worry.” Tanjiro leans in again, this time just to press a chaste kiss to your forehead. “I’m going to take good care of you, okay?”

You take a moment and then duck your head into a nod. It doesn’t make any sense—how does he do that?—but once he says it’s okay it always is.

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aetheternity · 4 years ago

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Sight, smell, touch, taste, sound and which one I believe would draw the Aot boys to you. Kinda Modern Au 🤷‍♀️ idk you be the judge.

(If you guys want girls too I'd be happy to do them just let me know) (MILD NSFW WARNING kiddos be vanquished.)

Eren

~Sight

•Baby boy is so in love with every bit of your face, eyes, hair, curves, to the edges of your fingertips he's just got to look at you.

•Don't take this as shallow. No he definitely finds so many more reasons to cherish you.

•But that body tho~~ 😜

•He loves to watch your hips sway as you dance to music.

•Loves watching your hair flow on windy days.

•Craves the gorgeous red coloring from late night (horny) sessions.

•Enjoys slowly spinning you around when you're wearing something skin tight.

•Don't even get me started on when your skin is wet for any reason.

•Fuck~ but growled gently into your nape or collarbone.

Armin

~Touch and sound

•Damn papa he's a mixed breed. (No I didn't just say that shut up) .

•He wants to hear any noises that come out of your mouth and touch every delicate inch of your skin.

•Starts off with listening to you talk about your day. (Like everything! Don't skimp on the details.) Your little hums as you listen to music. Whispers of good night, I love you etc etc. Accompanied pleasantly with your warm lips, his fingers sliding over your back late at night or the feeling of your hair under his finger tips.

•It's all so beautiful. So absolutely perfect for him.

•And a little further along in your relationship when he's squeezing your thighs or cupping your ass. Listening to your breath hitch as he hits all the right spots.

•The breathless murmurs of his name on your lips has his heart soaring.

•He'll always reach up to your face after sex to press his thumbs into your cheek and devour every noise cresting off your lips.

•He'll always reach out for you after a long day. He just needs to squeeze your waist. Needs to hear your little giggles if he tickles you when he touches certain spots.

•In short you're a lucky bitch if he's yours so better keep him satisfied 😩😤

Jean (HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!)

~Touch

•He's touch starved so let the first thing you ever do with him relationship wise be giving him the tightest fucking hug!

•He wants you in his lap, pressed against his chest, within kissing distance and you better be ready to constantly interlock your fingers.

•Small price to pay for one of the best boyfriends in Aot.

•He's gonna need your skin pressed gently against his body period.

•Definitely plans as many instances as he can to get you in the bath tub with him. Bubbles soaking the gorgeous terrain of what is his as he rubs, wipes and scrubs every inch of your body with a gentle hand.

•You'll fall asleep. (He wants you to fall asleep). So he can carry you to bed bridal style.

•Absolutely loves sneaking a hand into your pants when you whisper you need him late at night and adores the lengthy marks you leave over the expanse of his back.

•But more than anything he just wants to hold you. Rub his hairy chin against your neck and face. (LET HIM DAMMIT )

Levi

~Smell

•Believe it or not I see Levi as the type to be extremely attracted to certain smells.

•And god he loves your's

•He wants to stick his face in your neck and just take a long sniff and once he has the opportunity lord knows that's one of the first things he does whenever he has the chance.

•Loves how you smell when you're covered in cleaning products from a lengthy spring cleaning, after you've washed your hair, in his shirt, after you've showered etc etc.

•Please he needs you to be as close as possible so that your scent can relax him!

•Sometimes wears your t-shirts or falls asleep holding any article of clothing that smells the most like you.

•And fuck yes your smell can also get him sufficiently hard for really long fuck sessions. (Most likely if you smell like his cologne.) The scent of your arousal is probably his second favorite smell.

•Always sleeps a full eight hours or more if he's got his nose tucked into your nape, slightly in your hair. (Hopefully you washed it..)

•That's it Levi enjoys your smell thanks for coming to my Ted Talk. 😃👍

Connie

~Touch and Taste

•Not lowkey about his freaky side at all.

•He'll come straight out after a confession on either side and be like I've been wanting to touch you for I don't know how long 😳.

•He craves his hand molded to any part of your body he can reach. Smacking that ass like it cursed at his mother. (Mfer is handsy as hell.) Wants no needs the taste of your sweat, thighs, neck, lips etc etc.

•Though he enjoys sweet touches too. Loves when you slip a hand under his shirt to scratch his back.

•Don't be surprised if that sweet touch or any sweet touch escalates into something else. (You so horny for what like: 😤)

•He's always got a hand up your shirt when you two are alone. Actually feels calmer after a long day if he's kissing your neck and fondling your nipples.

•Even if you guys are out he's touching you in other ways.

•Got his arm affectionately wrapped around your waist at all times, comes close to give you little kisses on your ear and lips.

•Just make sure you give him as many hugs as possible or he might riot. 😏

Erwin

~Smell and Touch

•Like Levi I'd like to believe he enjoys certain smells over others

•But like Jean I believe he's touch starved and has an unquenchable desire to touch you.

•Granted he won't be as horny when he actually has your touch no I feel your smell will get him going too. Specifically when you're wearing something he gave you or when you're only wearing one of his shirts.

•He loves touching your thighs, grazes his fingers over them with slow soft desire. Layers kisses near your armpits and shoulder blade where your scent is the strongest.

•If that leads to sex 🤷‍♀️ depends on his mood.

•Makes sure that if he's working late hours you're in his lap to provide your heartbeat and the soft scent of your breath as you lay open mouthed on his shoulder.

•Please be wearing no pants he'd love that so he can tap your butt to tell you he's done and then squeeze it when he's lifting you to bed.

•(Personal belief that he can undo buttons with his teeth and tongue.)

•Uses that to bury his face in your stomach and chest. (Overall wear Erwin's shirts challenge 21k)

Colt (My favorite guy from Marley besides Falco 😜)

~SIGHT MFER SIGHT

•He's so entranced by you the second he sees you 🥺

•Knows that he wants you all to himself but has a hard time saying it but when he does know that he's always watching.

•He's such a cutie tho!! Feels embarrassed if you catch him sneaking a peak if you're stretching and your shirt rides up or if you're only wearing a towel and you're parading around his room.

•Please tell him it's ok to look 🥺

•Wear his shirt. WEAR HIS SHIRT. Don't make me repeat it a third time. If you do he'll have his eyes on you all day.

•When he's comfortable with you he'll stare at your long legs peaking out his untucked shirt and.. now he's hard.

•He loves watching you do cute precious shit like cook or dance. Loves the way you jump around when you're just humming a tune.

•Let's you wear his boxers (Please be in them when he comes home. He'll give you that good cock.)

•Let's be honest here his eyes are always looming over your figure and he wants to touch but fuck he loves to look. 😜🥺

Porco

~Sight and taste (I have a strong belief that almost all the Marley guys love to stare.)

•Guys.. show off that ass for Porco.

•Give him something to watch. You go walking away from him with your ass perfectly cupped in something tight fitting there's gonna be another tight fit waiting for you at home.)

•He fucking loves the taste of your sweat. Quite possibly your blood too when he bites down a certain way. (Porco screams blood kink to me 🤷‍♀️)

•Shit quite literally gets him going.

•He's got your waist and hand in the streets and your thighs between his teeth in the sheets.

•He's a biter (Ladies, Gents and the rest.)

•Loves gripping your ankles and yanking you towards him. Sometimes during sex sometimes just because you keep inching away from him on the couch.

•I also see Porco as the kind of guy to stick his tongue in your ear. Like if he does he's staying there for about twenty minutes.

•Porco has the god tongue and rough fingers (Do with that what you will.)

Renear (Reiner) 🤭

~Obviously Sight but also touch.

•If please touch me were a person.

•I see him as the type where if he were friends with someone he had a crush on and was playful with them he'd do things like pull them into his chest on occasion and put his hands on the small of their back.

•Unlike Porco and Connie his touch is probably more aimed at loving than sexual.

•He's always marveling your gorgeous eyes, he loves running a finger over your chin before he kisses you, adores pressing his thumb to your bottom lip and when you open for him to press his thumb against the pad of your tongue-

•Holy shit.

•Watches you do literally everything as if he's so awed but he's in love.

•Holds you around the waist whenever you two dance. So close you can feel his heart skip for you.

•Once again (Wear his shirts. Wear his shirt. wear his shirt!)

•Also craves pecks on the lips and tight holds around his body so give him those.

Berthot (Berthold whatever the fuck his name is)

~Sight

•He's definitely one of those personality driven mfers.

•But he's also seen you and what he's seen is amazing.

•Why tf is he always blushing just to look away cause he adores you from your head to your toes.

•But unlike some of the other guys I see him as the kind of guy obsessed with your pretty face over your curves and what not.

•He loves the way your eyes twinkle when you see a shooting star or the way you smile at him when you see him.

•He's like the easiest guy to please out of all the others here.

•He bores every pretty expression you make into his memory.

•Specially when you guys are 😤🥰😩

•Good luck to Armin when he sees you as 99.9% of his memory like damn.. 😤

Farlen (As a bonus!)

~Sound

•Your voice has been a lingering sound in the depths of his memory.

•From the second he first heard you he had to hear more.

•If you sing he wants to hear more. If you cry he wants to slit the throat of whoever did it and if you laugh. God please laugh..

•He's gonna do everything in his power to hear literally everything you have to say even if it's stupid to you. (There is no never mind in this relationship 😤).

•And dear god if you moan in his ear it'll send him to a galaxy far far away. You might even make him cum on the spot.

•If you whistle he's gonna ask you to whistle for him and will probably fall asleep to the sound.

•He wants the details of your day (like Armin) but he'll probably stop literally everything he's doing just to listen to you vent.)

•Please whisper in his ear he'll get so so very hard.

•And politely mumble how much you love everything about him the universe isn't big enough for how big his heart gets.

(This was posted on April 7th right before 12am so again. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEAN!!) 🥺

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smokahuntis · 5 years ago

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Venari

Hunt

Pairing : Jacob Frye x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, fluff, ANGST, love, ARGUING

Summery: Jacob finds himself not wanting to leave (y/n) in the morning even tho he has to.

This was based off this post, idk why but it inspired me.

She looked so peaceful, the sun coming in threw her white curtains, dancing on her bare skin. He never knew how she didn’t wake up with it right in her eyes but he didn’t mind it. He loved just laying there for a few minutes with her in his arms. But he always has to go, if he didn’t and Eve found out, she’d have his head, and if her father found it, he’d be dead. Perks of sleeping with the enemies daughter, but if she wasn’t the most beautiful human being to ever exist.

(Y/n) was nothing like her father, or Jacob for the matter, it blew his mind how he always ended up here. She always kind, sorta sassy but kind. Even when she first met the assassin, found him snooping around her fathers office. She was an angel he didn’t know was real, a gift given to him for who knows what reason but he was never letting it go, specially after the first time he taste it, like a forbidden fruit.

He always had to leave, anytime they had nights like the last he had to leave early. He wasn’t really sure what their relationship was, but after last night he wasn’t sure if he should leave or not. It was different, so much different. It awoken an almost primal sense, a need, a need to protect her. Better then any of the Templar outside could, that was proven after how easy he got in last night, even with the upped security.

He moved quickly, finding his way into her art room with ease. Slipping threw the cracked window he found her painting. She always created such beautiful scenery and buildings, but never anything like this. It was him, beautiful crafted in acrylic and oils, and without him even being here for example.

“You know if you keep using that window someone will notice...” her voice was quiet, almost to quiet.

“Why is there so many men outside?” He asked speaking about the Templar’s stationed on the roof and surrounding area.

“My father has left town...” she said letting down the brush and paints before turning to him. Her eyes were red and glossy, dull but they sparkled once they met his. “We wouldn’t say why but... Jacob...” she shook her head looking down before finding the carriage to continue. “There is a man hunt for you...”

His eyes were shocked, shifted. His heart raced, he was always so careful, he never left marks or anything behind he made sure of it, so how did he knows. He went to speak, to ask but she cut him off as tears fell from her eyes again.

“It’s my fault...” she whimpered out and he stepped forward wiping her tears instantly. He shook his head disagreeing with her but she nodded.

“I... I drew a picture of you and he found it... he knows and I- I can’t stop it... I can’t... Jacob.” She sobbed falling into his chest as he held her tightly to him. He’d never seen her cry, never seen her so hurt in his life, and over him. It broke his heart to see her like this. He’d been with many women and he’d seen many cry but he’d never been as affected by them as he was by (y/n).

“It’s not your fault...” he said rubbing her back, trying to think of the words to say.

“It is!” She looked up at him. “I shouldn’t have let you in!”

“What...” there it was, that shatter of his heart. The glass breaking from a small impact. She moved away from him running her fingers threw her hair.

“I let you in...you had to work to get into my fathers office that day, but the days after I left the windows unlocked and you kept coming back. I let you into my home, to my studio, to my bed...” she let out another sob before finishing. “To my heart...”

Suddenly it was like he was alive again, his heart placed into her hands instantly as he reached for her pulling her into a kiss, a kiss like no other. Sweet and passionate, salty from her tears. Her hands wrapped around his neck instantly as he picked her up with ease, it was almost a routine at this point. Kicking open the side door that led to her bedroom he laid her on the bed gently.

“If I’m going to be hunted for making a women love me, I’m going to love her back” he said, his voice dripping with lust. Her eyes locked with his as her hands moved taking off his hat and setting it aside.

“You don’t mean that...” she said looking at him, his messy hair everywhere already. His right hand came down to his blade pulling it from its holder and moving it to her corset, this was a normal thing. He hated corsets.

“Oh I do.” He said cutting the strings of the thick material and letting it fall open onto the bed as she looked at him, sitting up.

“You don’t love me Jacob...” she said watching him move around. Completely ignoring the serious statements she’s trying to make as he got undressed from his clothes.

“Is that really what you think?” He said laying his weapons aside before turning back to her, only in his under shirt now, along with his pants. “You know I should really start dressing down before I come here, because this outfit is a pain...”

“Jacob, this is serious!” She stood, her dress not holding much shape because of the missions corset. “And it’s not what I think it’s what I know!” He scoffed and looked at her.

“It’s what you know?”

“Yes!”

“How do you know I don’t love you? How do you know I don’t get up every morning thinking about you? How do you know I’m not out there! Risking my life everyday so I can come back to you!” She was taken back by his words but she was quick to answer, a fire burning in her as she did.

“Because if you thought about me every morning you would have stayed! Because if you loved me you wouldn’t be out sleeping with every girl in the streets!”

“Because I can’t love you!....” he yelled back. It was a true statement, he couldn’t love her, not with who they were, it was dangerous. But his voice still broke with his next words.. “But I do...” he moved closer to her looking down at her. “And I beg you to me show you...”

She looked at him her eyes searching his as if a lie is going to jump out at her and show itself, but she found nothing but admiration in his hazel eyes. Nothing but love.

“Then show me...” she whispered out looking at him. That’s all he needed to hear, before his lips met hers again, his hands sliding the blue dress from her body before laying her back on the bed.

He slipped his shirt off exposing his toned body to her for the hundredth time. And just like all the other times her fingers instantly found the eagle that marked his chest. Dancing over the imprinted skin before moving to the back of his neck, pulling him closer to her.

His hands roamed her body like he’d never done it before, but he knew every curve and edge, and in and out like his pistol. She was an art form in its self, no sculptor could make something as perfect as the way she looked under him. His lips moved to hers again before meeting her neck, then her collar bone. Kissing and nipping at her skin, but being sure not not leave marks. That’s when an idea came to him.

“I want you to mark me...” he groaned against her skin as he continued to move down, kissing over her ribcage, pulling small moans from her, but his words peaked her interest.

“What?” She said sitting up on her elbows looking down at him, he didn’t stop his assault on her stomach, he just kept moving closer to her soaking core. He chuckled not giving her an answer as he flattened his tongue against her clit. She throw her head back letting out a moan of overwhelming pleasure, but he still didn’t answer, instead he spread her legs apart and started eating her out like he was trying to suck her soul from her body. It was heaven, overwhelming heaven.

She fell back onto the bed completely not able to hold herself up as she gripped his hair with one hand and used the other to grasp on her breasts. ”Jacob! Please!” She moaned out and he only went faster pulling her to her edge, just as she was about to let go she tugged on his hair, causing him to groan, sending vibrations threw her, tipping her over the edge and into a blinding orgasm. Her hips bucked and he moved away using his fingers to help her threw it as he watched her fall from her high. She was stunning, but he wasn’t done.

“I want you to mark me, bite me, scratch me, do whatever you want to me.” He started finally answering the question as he leaned down kissing her. “Just make sure everyone else knows I’m yours, doll...”

her eyes searched his and she gripped his shoulders flipping them over with more strength then he knew she had. Straddling his hips and quickly removed the rest of his clothes before leaning down and kissing him again, her chest pressed against his.

“Gladly.” She moved her hips sliding down onto him easily, both of them moaning out the others name as his hand met her ass holding her down on him. Her lips met his neck, sucking and biting marks into the skin as she started to move, rolling her hips against him, feeling the pressure of him inside her already sensitive core.

She sat up, placing her hands on his chest as she rode him, slowly, teasingly. Her nails dig into his chest breaking the skin in small spots as she moaned out his name, he smirked knowing only he can do this to her.

“Jacob- fuck!” She moaned out before kissing him again to silence herself, she teased to much for his liking. He gripped her hips tightly and without parting from her he flipped her back on to her back and began thrusting upwards into her. Hitting her g-spot instantly, always knowing where it was.

Her back arched as she moaned out for her, so needy and desperate. He chuckled and gripped her hips as he thrust into her at the pace he knows she loved, driving her over the edge for the second time tonight. The way she closed around him as she did sent him over the edge to, just in time for him to pull out and cum on her stomach. The words that left his mouth as he did it was even more shocking then how fast he came.

“I love you”

That’s how he ended up here, with his arm wrapped around her loosely, late into the morning, much later then normal. He couldn’t leave her after last night. He wanted to worship his time with her before something really happened and he couldn’t see her anymore. Before she was just a memory. She began to stir and it worried him, maybe he should’ve left, maybe-

“Jacob, love...” she said tiredly as her eyes remained closed. He didn’t know if he should answer her, but she clearly know he was here, his arm was wrapped around her.

“Yes love...” he said his voice thick with tiredness. Romantically deep and dreamy.

“If you’re going to stay, cuddle me better” she said and his grilled around her tighten, pulling her flush against his body, his face hiding in the crook of her neck, kissing her shoulder softly.

“As you wish.”

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undeadimmortality · 4 years ago

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Unexpected

This was supposed to be a short story but after getting lost in my writing all day, I guess it will be a multi chapter!

Castiel x Reade

I was always a Crowley girl, but for some reason this past run through of Supernatural took me by surprise and Castiel caught my attention! He has successfully taken over my life. He can grip me tight and raise me from perdition any day!

Wanrings: Violence, Fluff, Idk, Smut maybe (I love to read smut, I'm very bad at writing it) Maybe other warnings, read with discretion.

The night air was calm and crisp, your breathing visible as you walked back to your room at the run-down motel you were hiding in. You gripped your coat tighter, piled your snacks in one arm, and reached in your pocket for the room key. As you jammed the key into the lock and swung the door open, you froze. The room was now dark, and you were sure you left the nightstand lamp on. The smell of sulfur filled your nostrils. It took two seconds for you to react as you dropped your snacks, and turned heel to bolt, but the hand that now gripped your elbow was faster and about to pull in back into the room. This was not the first time you were found by the demons, and you’d been fighting to survive your whole life. Reacting swiftly, you grabbed your knife that was attached to your hip and swung it up and straight through the demon’s throat with all the strength you could muster. Turning heel, you made a break for your car, and successfully peeled out on to the highway before seeing three more demons run out into the road watching as you sped off. That was a close one, you thought, you must either be getting sloppy, or Lucifer is recruiting more than his little demon squad to hunt you down. You’ve been dodging the devil for months now, so he must be getting desperate, which meant you needed to get smarter about hiding. You huffed in annoyance as your stomach grumbled, realizing that dinner would have to be put on the back burner for the night. And now your hands and clothes were soaked in blood and getting all over your car! Just fucking great, you thought, as you sped off through the night.

Castiel POV

“Cain has a child, Cas, your kidding! Why are we finding out about this ‘bastard child’ now?” Sam whined, in his normal sulky tone.

“The child is on heavens radar now, I never knew of him until Heaven gained intel that Lucifer has been searching for the child for months, and we need to find him before Lucifer does. This is our top priority as of now. If Lucifer gets his hands on the child of Cain, it could mean second Armageddon. Lucifer is seeking the child’s power, and this child is not an ordinary demon spawn, their power could rival that of any Archangel’s. Lucifer would be undefeatable.” Castiel explains.

“Alright then, let’s gank the kid, where do we start?” Dean says, his famous cockiness shining through.

“Whoah, let’s think about this for a second. Why haven’t we picked up on his powers yet if the kid’s so dangerous? We’re just going to off an kid without any knowledge of who they are?” Sam asks

“Yes, that part remains unknown, I’m guessing his powers haven’t manifested yet, but the child is far from innocent, and we can’t risk their powers manifesting and Lucifer getting ahold of said powers. The child dying before anything can be set into action is the only option.” Castiel explains further.

YOUR POV

A few weeks went by, and Lucifer’s search was getting harder to hide from. Another pack of demons had caught up to you in some rural town in North Dakota, forcing you to flee South. With the demons hot on your tail you stupidly missed the group of three boys that had caught up to you in a town you stopped at for the night; and little did you know you’re life what about to change.

It was mid-November, you’re favorite time of year. The air was crisp and cold. The snow laid a blanket of beauty over the dead trees. Even in times like this, it was hard to not stop and appreciate the beauty of nature. It’d been about three days of non-stop travel and sleeping in the back seat of your car, so stopping for a day or so was necessary. You had figured the demons couldn’t catch up in a day, so stopping in a small town for some R&R was far too appealing. After picking a hotel, and some dinner at a local dinner, you headed back to your room for a much-needed shower and some rest. You washed up and you hopped in to bed about to flick on the TV, but froze when you heard a knock come from the door. Not just a knock, more like an impolite pound. You groaned in annoyance and started stuffing your bag with your belongings. A day was all you needed, just a god damned day! At least you had gotten a shower in before the stupid demons decided to show up and ruin your night, you thought. As quickly and quietly as you could, you slipped out of the bathroom window, jumping to the ground, and turning to make a run for it.

But before you could react, you let out a gasp as you collided with man’s chest and backed away to get a good look at him. The feeling of terror ran through your spine before the man had placed two fingers on your forhead and darkness took over your thoughts. You didn’t see black eyes staring back at you, this time they were blue. The angels had found you.

Castiel POV

Normally Castiel was quick to react, but when the small girl climbed out through the window, unaware of Castiel’s presence, he was surprise to say the least. On their hunt for Cain’s child, they didn’t know who to expect, but a 20 something girl who looked the furthest thing from evil, was not who they expected to find. If it weren’t for the faint birth mark on her right forearm, he would have thought they caught the wrong person.

YOUR POV

“Ughhhh” you groaned, a bright light blurring your vision as your eye’s fluttered open. You lifted your arm to shield your eyes, only to have they stop from the shackles on your wrist. Panic took over and your breathing shallowed. You lifted you head, and frantically took in your surroundings. Your body was painfully shackled to a chair. The room was windowless, and empty aside form a few pieces of furniture, you, and three men muttering to themselves by the entrance. The angel was the first to notice you stir and got the others attention. When you got a good look at the boys, you recognized them almost immediately. The Winchester name was not new to you, and you had actually seen them in person a few times when they caught up to demons that were after you. You were lucky to stay under their and their stupid angels pet’s radar for years now until now.

“You got to joking!” You groaned, wrenching on your chains.

“Oh, far from it sweetheart! You’ve been dodging us for weeks now, it was only a matter of time before we caught you.” Dean started.

“Don’t falter yourself, sweatheart.” You sneered. “I was dodging-someone else.” You finished, not wanting to give up to much info, god knows what these buffoons already knew.

“You know who we are?” Sam asked, cautious and curious, but not rude like his stupid brother.

“Of course, I know who the famous Winchester brothers are! And they’re pet angel” You sneered. “You boys have actually done me quite a few favors by getting rid of some of those demons that have been on my tail in the past. I’d say thanks, but…” You smiled, putting as much sass in your words as possible.

“Enough of this!” Castiel lunged forward, bringing an angel blade up to your throat, his face inches from yours causing your breath to hitch.

With him this close you got a good look at the angel, not the vessel, but that shiny blue grace in his irises. He knew it too. “I see you, angel” you sneered. “Holding up your reputation well I see, shoot first and ask questions later! Just DO IT!” You spat. His only reaction was to push the angel blade harder on your skin causing skin to break and blood to trickle down your chest. You winced at the pain but held eye contact. No way were you going to show weakness, and certainly not to this self-righteous dick. You noticed a small crack in the angel’s exterior for a split second and you swear you caught a glimpse of confusion, remorse maybe?

“Cass..” Sam said, putting a hand on the shoulder.

Cass pulled back, and the three mean exited the room, locking it up behind you. You scoffed. Stupid Winchesters, you thought. If they weren’t going to kill you, you were a sitting duck in here for Lucifer to happily collect. Not to mention completely chained down. The chains hurt, and the slice on your neck burned.

Castiel POV

“I was all for ganking the bitch, but I don’t know Cass, I’m with Sammy on this one. That girl doesn’t seem dangerous. Could you sense her powers at all? Dean said.

“She’s got a big attitude, but she seems harmless, plus who knows how many times we’ve actually come close to finding her out in the past with what she said. If that holds true why hasn’t she tried to kill us?” Sam put in.

“Yes, she isn’t what I expected to find…” Castiel paced back and forth in deep thought.

“A hot chick!” Dean gave Sammy a wink and clicked his tongue. Both Sam and Castiel glared back, not amused.

“I can sense her powers, but it’s like they’re lying dormant. Like they’re deeply buried almost asleep. She-“ He started, pausing to look at the brothers. “She seemed scared. It was small, but I saw the fear in her eyes when she thought I was going to kill her. Not like killing a monster sort of fear. Her fear was innocent.” He started to pace again. “You’re right Sam, this feels wrong. We’ll need more information before her blood is on our hands. We need to keep this a secret for now. If the angels find out we caught the Child of Cain, it would mean her imminent death.” Castiel continued to pace.

“I can see why she’s blended in so well for years, with no powers, she seems like a normal girl” Sam finished.

Trying to sleep while chained to a hard chair only made your sour mood towards your captures turn to borderline hatred. Without any windows you couldn’t tell what time it was, but it had to be close to morning. Your whole body was achy and stiff, and your skin started to break under the cuffs.

You wiggled and wrenched, trying to get some semblance of comfort only to cause your joints more pain.

“Hello!!!” You yelled, your temper getting the best of you. “Hello!!! I have to pee and I’m starving!!” you wiggled around some more, getting more pissed by the second. It only took three more times of screaming as loud as possible, before you heard the lock unlatch and Castiel come in to view.

“Not very gentlemanly to keep a lady locked up all night now is it?” You scoffed. Before you could react the cuffs magically replaced the chairs wrist chains; and Castiel grabbed your arm and started dragging you towards the door.

Your feet hadn’t caught up to the movement and were about to fall face first into the ground before the angel caught you and stood you up straight.

“What’s your problem?” You groaned towards the angels back, who continued to drag you out of the bunker and only stopping when he reached a bathroom. After shutting the door behind the both of you, both eyes on each other.

“You get off on watching or what?” You said.

Apparently, he got the hint and turned around. You don’t know why you expected him to stay outside, but-well you didn’t know what to expect.

After you washed you washed up, finally able to wash some of the blood off your neck, the angel wasted no time to return you your cell.

“Why are you doing this?” You pleaded, panic starting to rise. Being locked up for another day was already painful to think about.

“You know why.” Castiel started walking towards the door after chaining you back up.

“This isn’t fair. If you’re going to kill me, just do it! I’m a sitting duck in here for Lucifer and you know it! Why even keep me locked up if you gonna ki-“ You started to ramble, but the Angel had heard enough, and the door shut, leaving you alone.

“Please, you can’t leave me here! I’m innocent! Castiel!!” You screamed to the empty room. You weren’t the type for begging, but at this point you were starving, your body was ached, and you hadn’t slept in over 24 hours. Getting desperate wasn’t beneath you in this stage.

It’d been well over 24 hours before you saw the 3 boys again. With nothing to do but sit in the darkness, you started to think you might actually go insane. The panic attacks would come, you’d fight and wrench on the chains, then cry, and then calm down, only to do it over and over again. On the third day, it was Sam this time, he’d taken you to the bathroom, letting you enter alone, thank god. He even brought you a sandwich and some water. The 4th day it was Dean this time, same routine, except he didn’t bring you any food. What a prick, you thought. If they wanted to starve you to death, they were succeeding. It went on this way for another couple weeks, and after the first, you’d manage to find a position where you could get some semblance of sleep at times.

You were startled awake by the door opening, and sat up to see Sam walk over to you. Sam held a glass of water up to your lips, but you whipped your head to the side, full on planning to give him the silent treatment. Being chained up for a month was starting to take it’s toll. You were weak and in a lot of pain. You were done playing their games.

“Please drink. I know for a fact Dean forgot to bring you food again yesterday.” Sam pleaded.

You didn’t say anything, but you couldn’t help the tears that threatened to spill over.

“My name” You croaked.

“What” Sam asked, confused.

“None of you even bothered to ask my name, do you know what it is? Or do you sadists prefer “Bastard Child of Cain?” You sneered, anger rising up your throat.

“No-Now that you mention it, no I don’t know your name.” Sam confessed.

“Get out.” You said, you’d had enough, either they kill you or you starve, you’d made your decision.

“What is your-“ Sam started.

“GET OUT!!!” You screamed, tears successfully spilling over, causing Sam to immediately vacate the dungeon. Okay I’ve officially gone insane, you thought.

A few more days went by, but you had officially gone off the rails. The skin under the chains held permanent open wounds, but the pain didn’t hurt as much anymore. It was more of a reminder that you were still the Winchesters prisoner. The boys, even Castiel attempted to get you to eat, but only succeeding with some sips of water, which you cursed your self for drinking. You’d been on a no food or drink streak for a couple days, but your dehydration got the better of you.

To your surprise, you watched Castiel walk into the room.

“Ahh! Finally grew some big boy balls to actually kill me, did you?” You croaked, cursing your dry throat for sounding weak!

To your surprise he released the chains and helped you stand. He led you out by your arm, but not as hostile as he’d been before. This time, he led you down a different hallway, walking with you rather than dragging you. As you slowly limped along, your back permanently ached from being chained up for a month. He stopped at a different bathroom, this one with a shower, and on the counter was your backpack, along with a towel.

Bringing you attention back to Castiel, he unlocked the cuffs, and placed his hand over your chest. You winced as a sharp pain rippled through you and then nothing. Looking down you saw your wrists were healed, and your body felt normal. Wiggling your legs, you couldn’t help the smile that crept along your lips.

“Why?” You asked, looking back up to the angel. Guilt was plastered all over his face, which only furthered your confusion. As far as you knew he wanted to end your life the day they caught you, but you assumed the Winchesters had more devious plans and they were who kept you alive.

“Take as long as you need, I’ll be waiting.”

The shower was literally heaven. Even with you healed, the hot water helped soothe your achey muscles. Along with fresh clothes, and bring able to brush your hair and teeth!? You felt like a new person! When you walked out, Castiel was waiting like he said he’d be, but your hope was short-lived when you heard the click of a lock and felt the familiar cold steal against your wrists. Glancing at the cuffs and back at Castiel, he saw hope leave your eyes.

“It’s just a pre-caution.” He said, motioning for you to walk forward. The hallway led into the kitchen, and then lead in to a library/dining room area where both Winchesters sat at a table. When they heard you enter, they stood up, and Sam pulled out a chair at the end of table and gestured for you to take a seat, which you cautiously took, and Castiel took the seat between you and Dean.

“What is this?” You asked, eyeing up both boys.

“We havn’t actually been introduced.” Sam started. “I’m Sam, this is my brother Dean, and this is Castiel.” He paused looking to you to answer.

Being the snarky person you were, you scoffed and gave him an “are you serious?” look.

“Oh! I almost forgot.” Same ran to the kitchen, and brought back a glass of water, and a to-go box of what looked to be pancakes, eggs, and bacon. You mouth watered since you were on technically still on strike.

Immediately reaching for the fork he placed down, the handcuffs broke the silence as they dragged against the edge of the table.

“These too” You stated, holding up your wrists.

“No way in hell” Dean started, but without argument Castiel snapped his fingers and the handcuffs disappeared. You smiled in glee and wiggled in your seat at the new found pleasure of not being chained up. Placing the first bite of pancake n your mouth, you moaned as the sweet syrupy bread lit up your taste buds. Even if the food was a little cold, it tasted amazing compared to their half-ass put together sandwiches they’ve been feeding you. A couple more bites, and a whole glass of water later, you were content enough to play along.

“(y/n)” You said through a mouthful of eggs.

“(y/n).” Sam smiled.

“Not that I don’t enjoy this newfound hospitality after being chained up for over a month, but why?” You threw your hands in the air. Looking around and getting a good observation of your surroundings. You knew exactly where you were, or were guessing at least. Looking at the research that covered youe table and the others, you knew this had something to do with those bone headed Men of Letters you’d heard about through the monster grape vine.

All three men started a different explanation at once, when l a light bulb went off!

“Ah!” Your eyebrows raise looking between them. “There’s no lore on the “Bastard child of Cain” is there?! So, you butter me up and expect me to spill all my deepest darkest secrets??” You laugh and stuff another piece of pancake in your mouth.

“Well, she’s quick, I’ll give her that.” Dean says, taking a swig of beer.

“Listen (y/n), we want to prove that we’re not the bad guys here and you weren’t exactly what we-. “Sam started.

“Hah” You scoff, throwing your fork on the table. “You know, I spend my entire life running and hiding from a world where everything wants me dead. And I get caught by the “good guys”, who chain me up for a month.”

“(y/n) we’r- Sam tried to cut in.

“Stop.” You start, staring Sam down. “Truth is, your cowards.” The anger tasted like bile in you throat, but you stopped there, seeing the guilt written all over Sams face was payment enough and you didn’t want to piss them off to the point where they lock you up again.

“You’re right” Castiel broke the silence “About everything. We are cowards. When the rumors spread, I knew my mission was to find you before Lucifer did and extinguish your power. Even after meeting you, I was willing to kill you if it meant we got an upper hand in this fight. I am truly sorry for the pain I’ve caused you, and realize now that if your only sin was being born then you deserve to live and we’re on your side, but we need to know we can trust you and right now, aside from rumors we have no idea what or who you are.”

Sighing, you leaned back in your chair, and bit down on your bottom lip in contemplation. “Alight.” You say. “What do you want to know, but I get one of those.” You stated, pointing towards Dean’s beer.

Dean started to argue, but unwillingly grabbed you a fresh beer after some glares from the other men. He grumbled something of the sort about being demanding and having an attitude as he brough back your beer.

Sam jumped at the offer, getting a notebook out and started the interrogation. Apparently, the Men of Letters were thorough, and questions were getting personal.

“It’s rude to ask a girl her weight! What’s next my bra size?” You sassed back to Sam.

“I mean yeah, couldn’t hurt right, it’s research!” Dean piped up, earning a round of scoffs from the table.

You chuckled. “I don’t know Sam, I didn’t have time to by a scale and weigh myself while on the run from the Devil. But, for another beer, I’ll step on one if you got it here.” Giving Dean a sly smile.

Little did you know that second beer was a huge mistake because after getting on the scale, Sam and his stupid puppy dog eyes convinced you to also give up a blood sample, and other personal exams that you would have knocked someone out for asking, but you figured if you played by their rules, they wouldn’t lock you up again.

After a few more hours of poking and prodding, the boys were hitting the hey, and Castiel led you back to the cell. The feeling of dread hit your core, until you walked in and saw that at some point a bed had been placed in the cell, along with a few others things, and some books.

“It’s not that we don’t trust you, but-“Castiel started.

It’s fine Castiel, honestly anything better than being chained to a chair.” The buzz of the beers was wearing off, and sleepiness was creeping through.

“If you need anything I’ll be right outside. Goodnight (y/n)” And with that Castiel left and the lock to the door was the last sound you heard.

The weeks went by pretty fast after that. Castiel guarding your every move, the boys asking questions, and trying to gain more intel not only on you, but on your power and how to keep you alive while defeating Lucifer. They let you eat with them, research, and drink. You had learned that the bunker was warded up and down, and even though you were technically a prisoner, being here was the safest place in the world for you, and honestly it felt great to let your guard down a bit and relax. You too had questions, about yourself, about your father. The boys were helping you gain some answers, so you were content for the time being. The boys were being won over by cooking and cleaning that kept you busy when you weren’t researching. Takeout was getting old so you forced Sam to make grocery runs, and happily cooked some decent meals for the three of you. Not to mention the dirty laundry and surfaces that seemed to never stay clean, no matter how much you tried. You were even winning the Angel over after a while and were surprised to hear him pipe up when you fought for an actual room, rather than the dungeon.

“Why not??” You whined, stomping your foot a bit to prove your agitation.

“Is she seriously asking this? Dean turned to Sam, then turned to you. “Are you seriously asking this??

“What am I gonna do try to escape?? Kill you in your sleep?? You mocked In the best Dean voice you could muster. “Cass guards the cell, why can’t he guard a bedroom? This is unfair! I can’t gain your trust if you don’t give me more opportunities!” You yelled back, placing your hands on you hips for good measure.

Cass had defended you and deemed you his personal responsibility, and the boys finally agreed. So, with a squeal you launched your arms over the angels shoulder, earning a pleasantly surprised grunt from Cass, and ran off to gather your things.

“Stay out of my room!” Dean yelled after you. “She’s gonna be the death of us.” He grunted and Sam chuckled as you yelled back that you found the room you wanted and were in the process of throwing Deans underwear in the hall.

#castiel x reader #dean and sam #supernatural #fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #castiel fanfiction

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cloudsrust · 5 years ago

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I- forgot I had this around;; Horror!Edward inspired by @creepychippy Horror AU! I’m REAALLY late with this- idk if anyone still wants to see this but eh;; (Tried doing a basic simple description but it ended up looking like an SCP article + interviews.. either way it’s under the cut-! :,> TW: stabbing, madness induced suicide, murder, paranoia and “stalking”, .. just twisted and bloody stuff in general;;;)

DON’Ts AND DOs -DO NOT look at his face, no matter what he tries. If you happen to disregard this rule, you’ll be catalogued “death” on the spot. -DO NOT sympathize or try to comfort him, no matter how pitiful or victim like he’ll try to show himself as. It’s all a play to get you to trust him and lock eyes. Remember, YOU are the victim. -DO NOT try to suck him up with the Poltergust. He will not hesitate to cut off the captive part of his tail and all you’ll have left will be an angered vindictive spirit. -DO NOT interact or look if you happen upon a young albino man with a red high neck shirt. It is his disguised form, the results will be the same as described before. -DO keep an ear out for gurgling or choking sounds while exploring the halls. If you hear any of such sounds leave the zone immediately, do not let him take any interest in you. -DO keep your gaze to the floor and silently ignore him if you HAVE to pass close to him. He might not notice you or not take interest. -DO leave any weird and morbid crafted object you may find around. Example: if you find a “crown” made of a human jaw and phalanges, leave it be. He doesn’t appreciate others messing with his pass time, especially if he thinks you’re stealing or breaking it. BEHAVIOUR -A morbid an violent type of the “cat and mouse” behavior has been observed in his way of treating his preys. Stalking them, always present in the corner of their eye or in the corner of their room. He leads the subject to madness via paranoia and lack of sleep until they either physically confront him or commit suicide. Confronting him will result in a slow and silent death, witnesses have testified that the ghost doesn’t emit any sound during the “procedure”, maybe too concentrated on which spots to stab to prolong the victims last few moments. -The specter will not attack anyone who isn’t marked as his target. He will directly attack anyone that tries to come in direct contact with him, the procedure is the same, a quick stab followed by slower ones. His hand’s blades will sink into the prey’s shoulder, arm or thigh, keeping them in place. DESCRIPTION -It is impossible to describe his eyes, as this has led to the unrested spirit bringing the witnesses to take their own life before giving a through description of them. -From a passage of a suicide letter of one of our admired researchers, he seems to only posses one eye. It is described as bloodshot, veins coming all the way around a white iris, a red pupil resting in the center. Because of this information, it is believed the ghost died via suffocation, perhaps because of an obstruction of blood in the breathing canal, considering the stab wounds to his chest and throat. What’s left of the other eye is a mauled hollow socket. He appears to be wearing blood as eyeshade. -Long hair float around his figure, some strands try to cover his damaged eye to appear less threatening. -Hit tail is badly damaged, mauled and cut up. It appears that many broke the “Do not try to suck him up” rule. Poor souls. -He wears a thorn up and bloodied shirt, open on his chest, letting the blood from his wounds run free. -Blades are jammed into the bone and flesh of his right hand’s cut up fingers. The loss of the phalanges might be the job of his murderer, along with the stab wounds and eye damage. COMMUNICATION AND INTERVIEWS -It is impossible to communicate with the specter. Apart from being unable to form coherent and complete sentences, due to the damage to his carotid and vocal cords, he holds no interest in conversing with mortals and will not cooperate. Pressing the ghost into “answering” will led to a violent reaction from the latter, leading to possible fatal wounds or loss of limbs. It has been noted that while in his disguise form he appears to be more docile and willing to sustain a conversation, may it be part of his play to convince the victim to lock eyes with him, irreversibly marking them as his target. Only three interviews were possible: LOG #1 -The subject has been given a paper and a pencil to answer, due to his throat damage and lack of knowledge of sign language. -What seemed to be his dominant hand is not able to hold objects. The subject still tried to write with his left, producing quite sketchy but still readable short answers. -During questioning he would sometimes ignore some questions and write pleads to look at him. (“It’s rude to not look”, “You’re ignoring me”, “lift your eyes”)

Questions asked and answered: -“Why do you want others to look in your eyes?” “Memorize soul” -“Why?” “Remember them, find them” -“Finding then to kill them- why?” “Death looks beautiful. I enjoy looking. They can see something pretty while they die too.” (Subject gives an innocent smile, pointing at his good side) -“do you think of your death as beautiful too?” ”...” (The subject freezes for a few minutes, then calmly leaves the room.) Notes: -He ignored the question regarding his name, it is unknown if he has forgotten it or if he is simply reserved. Because of that we will keep his name as “White Ghost” for identification purposes. -He ignored the question about his bladed hand. LOG #2 -The ghost seemed more reluctant this time around. Requests to look at him becoming more prominent than the actual answers. This time around he didn’t bother keeping his oozing blood under check once taken under custody. The spirit also kept moving his head around, in an attempt to meet the interviewer gaze. Questions asked and answered: -“We’ve noticed you collecting body parts. Why?” “Bodies should not be wasted, too beautiful.” -“What do you do with them?” “Ornaments. Lightens up the place. I give them new life.” -“So its just a hobby? You do not consume them?” “I do not consume forniture.” (what seems to be a choked up giggle coms from the specter) (After some more ignored questions, the ghost left once again, this time seeming both mildly irritated and bored.) Notes: -He refused to answer the questions about his relationship with other ghosts. -But mentioning REDACTED made his body relax for a few seconds. LOG #3 -The subject only answered with single words. His hand shook violently, the now deceased interviewer reported that his eyes never left him. Questions asked and answered: -“Do you hate mortals?” “No” -“Do you enjoy killing?” “No” -“Why do you torment them then?” “Company.” (The spirit just kept requesting for the researcher to look at him, every time more aggressively than the last. At last, the ghost sharply grabbed X head and forced him to lock eyes with him. Once he marked his target, he slowly disappeared from the sight of the other researchers, the only one still able to see him being X. Such behavior had never been registered before. The interviews were discontinued. X was offered mental support and therapy, but was later found dead with numerous and carefully planned stab wounds to his limbs and stomach. He chose to go by the hand on the ghost rather than his own.) End of Interviews.

#tw horror #tw eye trauma #tw blood #TW scars #tw neck trauma #Luigi’s Mansion 3 #luigi's mansion 3 #luigis mansion horror au #ghostsona horror au #lm3 ghostsona #lm3 OC #hope I put enough warnings all around #I love spooky things way too much to let this all go just because of me procrastinating;;#hope he creepy enough!#mystuff

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deaky-filthyasks · 5 years ago

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here we are, another deaky-filthyasks creation!!! hope it doesn’t suck oop-

idk if this fully counts as smut but still: smut ahead. 18+ only

1.3k words

it's late when i finally arrive at home. I can hear you in the kitchen, dishes clattering. you jump a little as I snake my arms around you from behind, my face buried in the crook of your neck, breathing in your sweet scent.

"jesus John, you know I don't like it when you sneak up on me." you breathe out, one hand on your chest, over your heart, the other gripping my forearm, wrapped around your waist.

"mmh. you know what I don't like, sweetheart?" my voice is as soft as silk, but you can hear the darkness behind it. And you know. "hm? do you?"

"I do" you manage to answer.

"and what exactly is it?" I keep on pressing.

"when I tease you and you can't do anything about it" you whisper, voice a little shaky.

"John, y/n is asking for you." Freddie announced across the room, waving the receiver in my direction.

I walked over with a smile, warmth spreading in my chest, happy to hear your voice after those long hours of rehearsals.

"hello love. everything alright?" but all I received for an answer was a long breath, followed by a silent desperate moan.

"babe? are you-" I begin, but got interrupted by a high whimper.

"miss you John, you've been gone for to long.. needed to- oh fuck. needed to hear your voice" you hushed and whined into the phone.

I shot a glance over my shoulder, checking my surroundings, making sure none of the boys were listening. thankfully roger had left for some fresh air while Freddie and Brian occupied themselves with discussions about the length of guitar solos.

satisfied that I would be uninterrupted and not overheard, I brought my attention back to your sweet noises from the phone.

"aren't you a bad girl. so impatient. you know I'll be home in some hours. couldn't wait just a little longer, couldn't you?"

"mmh need you so bad, daddy" you moaned.

"go do it baby. I wanna hear it when you cum. let me hear it angel."

my coaxing did what it should and my ear was filled with my favourite sounds, your sweet whimpers and cries about how good I make you feel.

my pants felt a number too tight after that.

"do you feel better now?"

"so much better."

"good. hold onto that a little longer, because I won't be easy on you when I come home tonight." was the last you heard before I hung up the receiver.

"that's right. I had to excuse myself to the bathroom after your little stunt." i almost growl as i start to kiss along your shoulder. "what am I gonna do with you now?"

"are you going to punish me, daddy?" you whisper, ass pressing back into me.

I can't help but chuckle. "I knew you wanted this. bad girl." You let out a long breath as I start to suck a mark on your pulse point. "you look so pretty with my marks all over you. so beautiful..." I take a moment to admire my work on your neck, before smiling to myself. "I'm gonna give you the most beautiful marks. make you remember for days what it means to tease me."

with that I lift you off the ground and walk to the kitchen table, putting you down right in front of it.

"hands on the table love."

you obey, leaning forward slightly. I put a hand between your shoulder blades, pressing you down until your upper body lays completely flat on the surface. quickly I free you of your pyjama shorts and panties.

I take a moment to admire you, all laid out for me, letting the tips of my fingers tease random lines on your lower back and the curve of your exposed ass before giving it a pinch, making you squeal in surprise. you were watching me over your shoulder, eyes wide, pupils blown.

"gonna give you a good lesson on the consequences for misbehaving.", I lean over you, closer to your ear, "you know what to say when it's too much?"

you whimper and nod quickly.

"tell me. what do we say when we want the other to stop?" I demand.

"re- red special" you stutter, growing more and more impatient.

"that's right baby. and why do we say that?"

"because there's always too much of that"

"mmh indeed" I say with a smirk as I straighten up again. "how many do you think you deserve? 5? or 10?"

your eyes are still on me as I start to slide one of my rings off of my pinky finger.

"no" you rush out, "leave them on! they always make them marks so much prettier."

I can't help but laugh. "you enjoy this way too much. but alright, everything for my princess."

without a warning I deliver the first slap on your right asscheek, making you jolt forward, as far as the edge of the table allowed you.

"i think 10 will do hm? can you count down for me, sweetheart?" you squirm a little as I lean down and deliver some light kisses over your shoulder blades. "I'm waiting angel." I rasp between two kisses and then bite down on your velvety skin, making you whine.

"one"

"there's my good girl."

the mark on your ass was shining in the brightest red after the 6th slap already and you were a pathetic whimpering mess under me.

"so beautiful. just for me." I let one of my fingers trace the outline of the mark on your bum, following the outline of the prominent handprint. your skin feels hot under my touch.

"please" you whimper.

"what do you want, precious?"

"fuck me"

"mmh as tempting as that sounds.." I let my fingers brush down to your cunt very briefly, gliding them between your folds just one, two, three times, collecting some of your wetness before retracting my hand again, ".. but we have to finish something first, remember?"

I wipe your arousal directly on the red mark on your bum before I slap it again, my sharpest one yet.

you let out a mix between a sob and a moan, resting your forehead on the wooden table. "seven."

"fuck i love you"

the next two slaps are firm and precise, number nine basically made you claw down on the surface of the table with your nails.

"just one more, love. are you ready?"

you brace yourself, trying to find some composure within the anticipation. "ready"

I know you expect a final bruising slap but my plans are different. the 10th and final slap is light, almost just caressing in comparison to the others. with slight confusion in your eyes you look over your shoulder. "..ten?"

"that's right my love. you did so good for me" I mumble as I reach out and help you up from your bent position. I wrap you in my arms and you snuggle into me immediately. with a kiss to your forehead I whisper "are you ok?"

"very much so. but you still have to take care of something, mister" you tilt your head up and look at me with that mischievous glint in your eyes. my biggest weakness.

"I'd be happy to help" I chuckle and lift you off the ground yet again, letting you wrap your legs around my waist. one of my hands holds you firmly on your lower back, my other gropes your ass just where the new mark just blossomed, making you hiss slightly.

"that one's gonna stay with you for some days." I laugh as I start walking us towards the bedroom.

"it will remind me of you. and I'll make sure to give you some reminders as well" you say with a grin before leaning into my neck to nibble on my skin.

I let out a long breath at the feeling of your soft lips on my throat. "at least I'll have a story to tell the boys tomorrow then"

#john deacon #deaky #john deacon smut #feedback is very much appreciated!#:^)

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eldritchsurveys · 5 years ago

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Does it make you nervous when someone does something dangerous showing off? >> No. Have you ever had to take a pee test? >> Yeah. Have you ever had to supply someone with clean pee? >> No. Are you a bit of a nerd? >> I assume so. Are you in charge of cleaning anything in your household? >> I usually do the vacuuming and will often tidy things or go through old shit and get rid of things that no one is using, stuff like that. And of course I’m in charge of my own room.

Are you good at HTML? >> I used to be, but that’s the kind of knowledge that requires constant updating, and I haven’t done anything with HTML in so long that I’m positive a lot of my knowledge is obsolete. Ever carved/written anything on a park bench? >> No. Most interesting place you’ve ever visited? >> I don’t know. Have you ever had anything tailored? >> No. Fan of Walton Ford artwork? Ever even heard of him? >> I’ve never heard of him. Do you keep your eyebrows more thick or thin? >> I don’t keep them, they keep themselves. What color is your bedroom door? >> Brown. Do you value your personal space, or do you hate being alone? >> I don’t think those are opposite concepts. Even people who love living with others value their own space, don’t they? I assume they do, anyway. (Personally, I have a pretty intense need for personal space, so I do value it extremely highly -- maybe even more than most people.) Have you ever been hunting? >> No, but I’d like to go one day. Your take on one-night stands? Are they okay? >> They’re fine for people who want to have them. They’re not fine for me (and I wish I’d not had so many before I realised how awful they were for me). Do you always wear a bra? >> I usually wear a binder, but sometimes I’ll give my chest a break and just wear a sports bra. (I guess that’s not that much of a break, but listen.) At home, I don’t bother with either. Do you have a wrist watch? >> No. Do you usually jog or go for walks? >> No. Could you be happier? >> I guess? But I don’t need to be. I’m happy at this level of happiness. Don’t you just love aerial views? >> Sure. Do you own a pair of Dr. Martins? >> No. Do you like wine? >> Yeah. Do you scrapbook? >> No. Have you ever been told not to do something you desperately wanted to do? did you listen? >> I mean, yes, and no I didn’t. Why are the angry birds so mad at the pigs? >> I never did learn the lore behind that game. Would you feel bad about breaking up with a kid on his birthday? >> --- Do your shoulder blades protrude? >> Not that I know of. Have you ever sung anyone the happy birthday song? >> Yeah. How many followers do you have on Twitter? >> --- Do you like Hello Kitty? >> Yeah, Hello Kitty is mad cute. Have you ever won on one of those grabber machine things? >> No. I’d be in awe if I saw someone win one of those, ngl. Is there an actual word for those? >> I call them claw machines. IDK if there’s a more formal term for them. Have you seen the movie Remember Me? >> No. Do you like thunderstorms? >> I love thunderstorms. Have you ever been horseback-riding? >> No. Have you ever seen your naked back? >> Yeah. Are you gonna French kiss your hubby at your wedding? >> I’m definitely not french-kissing at my wedding, fuck that. We don’t even do that normally, so....... Do you think girls generally look better with their natural hair color? >> --- Who is the last person you held hands with? >> King Crimson, maybe? Don’t remember. Would you agree that wedding cake is so much better than any other cake? (: >> --- Do you feel awkward with strangers in elevators? >> No. I like, barely pay attention to the fact that there are other people in the elevator. Do you cuss excessively when you’re upset? >> I mean, maybe. I also cuss a lot normally, though. Would you rather cheat and tell your other about it or be cheated on? >> *slow blink* Do you own a pair of shorts that could be mistaken for underwear? >> No. Have you ever felt free after losing something once important to you? >> Oh, yeah, definitely. Religion or logistics? >> What? Have you ever been to a rave? >> No, and I’ve always been gutted about that. I think I would have had a lot of fun at a rave back when I had the energy for that kind of thing. How many bananas have you ever eaten in a row? >> One. Have you ever felt like you can burn the world down? >> I mean, I guess? I don’t know? Can you read/speak in any language(s) other than English? >> No. Have you ever had sex outside? >> Yeah. Have you ever been outside naked? >> Yeah. Do you like guys with long, brown, shaggy, flippy hair? >> --- Do you have a beauty mark? >> No. Have you ever been in a shrubbery maze? >> No. Do you think you’re the best thing that’s happened to someone? >> No. Is the best thing that’s ever happened to you a person? >> --- What’s your boyfriend’s style, or what style tends to attract you? >> --- Do you know anyone who works in a cafe? >> No. How many songs do you think you know all of the lyrics do? >> Several dozen at the very least. Do you enjoy jazz or blues music? >> I’d be more likely to enjoy a blues song than a jazz song, but I’ve enjoyed songs from both genres. What’s the most emotionally painful thing you’ve ever been through? >> Oh, who fucking knows. How many band t-shirts do you own that are black? >> All of the band t-shirts I own are black. Can you make a clover shape with your tongue? >> No. Would you agree that Beck is a musical genius? (: >> I don’t know anything about genius. Do you ever feel like the main people in your life don’t know you at all? >> *shrug* Do you like Ben Folds? >> I have no opinion on Ben Folds. Do you watch The Voice? >> No. Do you have a protective father? >> I had an overprotective and authoritarian one. Have you ever worn a headdress? >> No. Last thing that caused you to get sick? >> Some bug that Sparrow brought home. I’m betting the only reason I caught it is because that was back when I was still sleeping in her room. What’s the biggest misconception about you, personally? >> *shrug* Have you ever seriously thought you loved someone without telling them? >> Probably. Are you squeamish? >> Not about blood and gore, but I am very easily disgusted by various other things.

#surveys #survey #random survey

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dobseventeen · 6 years ago

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It’s You: Chapter 4

A/N: I’M BACK FROM VACATION. Thanks for being patient with me, I know it’s been a minute since I’ve updated. I actually put a lot of work (and emotion) into this chapter, so it’d be great to get some feedback on it! HUGE SHOUTOUT to my main bitch @lietomeat3am for helping me edit/word some things, idk what I’d do without your angsty ass.

Enjoy babes, thanks for reading! 💓

Word Count: 3,263

Pairing: Thomas/Reader

Warnings: Cussing, angst, general sadness, character death :(

Previous Chapter: Chapter 3

The following weeks were nothing short of difficult for you. The feelings you had begun to develop for Thomas had progressed from confusion, to you finally admitting to yourself that you not only had a thing for him, but felt irretrievably drawn to him, which frustrated you to no end. The realistic and logical part of you knew you were being ridiculous and that you should be doing everything in your power to move past whatever was happening with Thomas, but you couldn’t help yourself from smiling at the sound of his radiant laugh from across the glade, or stealing glances at him every so often at dinner, or feeling completely and utterly safe when he was around.

You were so caught up in your own head, that all the longing looks, the subtle smiles whenever you walked into the room, the way he always seemed to zone out just listening to the sound of your voice, were unnoticed.

Teresa ended up half-heartedly apologizing to you, mostly for Thomas’ sake, although nothing really changed. She still felt the need to mark her territory anytime you were around, but you hadn’t been involved in anymore screaming matches since the morning you woke up across from Thomas, so you supposed that was a plus.

You had become very good at putting on a brave face and turning the other cheek anytime you would see Thomas and Teresa together, even though you could feel your heart being ripped a little more each time you saw his hands around her waist. Every quick kiss on the cheek, every brush of her hair behind her ear, and every “I love you” were seen by you from a distance, through teary eyes that you’d instantly blink away, in hopes that your anguish would be masked. And up until earlier this week, you had thought you had been doing a good enough job and that no one had noticed, but leave it Newt to crack your tough exterior.

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DAY 53

“Do you wanna tell me why you’ve been sitting alone out here for the last hour?” your blonde friend asked as he sat down in the grass next to you.

You flashed him a pitiful excuse of a smile, “Hey, Newt. Just a lot on my mind, I guess...” you trailed off, knowing damn well why you were sitting here looking up at the names of the gladers that have been lost over the years, dusk consuming the sky above you.

It had been exactly two years since Thomas came up in the box, and the majority of the gladers felt it necessary to throw a party; one in which everyone gets way too drunk off of Gally’s infamous drink. The last thing you wanted to do was be surrounded by people who were celebrating the man you had undoubtedly begun falling for, while he held hands with the girl who managed to wrap him around her finger, so you escaped to the concrete memorial on the other side of the glade.

“Yeah, I can tell. I’ve been able to tell for the last month. Spill it, Y/N. I hate seeing you like this.” Newt questioned, a concerned tone to his voice.

You looked at him reluctantly, not knowing how to put your ordeal into words.

“I know it has something to do with Thomas.” he said lowly, his eyes not moving from the etched concrete in front of him.

“Yeah... it has everything to do with Thomas, actually.” you mumbled, his name leaving your lips causing your heart to skip a beat.

“Are you finally seeing the connection thing I was telling you about?” he asked in an almost relieved manner.

“I’m not just seeing it Newt... I’m being completely consumed by it.” you murmured as your head lowered, hands playing with a few blades of grass.

His head snapped to look at you, obviously taken by surprise at your rare admittance of emotions.

“Care to elaborate?” he asked gently, a small sigh being elicited from you.

“It’s like a constant need to catch my breath. When I’m not around him, it’s like I can’t find a way to get enough air. And when I see her in his arms, it’s like all the oxygen in the world couldn’t cure the emptiness in my chest... But when I’m around him, talking to him, seeing him smile, it’s like I’ve been drowning and he’s saved me-- I can breathe again.” you spoke with hesitance, the pain from speaking the words aloud having a bigger effect on you than you anticipated.

“And you know what the worst part is? I feel like I have no control over it. My mind is screaming at me to get the fuck over it, but my heart won’t budge. And to put the cherry on top of it all, he is perfectly happy with Teresa and has no idea I’m over here dying, or you know, metaphorically drowning... and I don’t know how much longer I can tread in this dangerous water.” you added, now looking up at the moon that was beginning to rise in the sky.

Newt was now looking at you, mouth agape in shock at your confession. He took a few deep breaths before turning to face you.

“Y/N, I... I don’t know what to say. I knew that there was something going on, but I didn’t realize just how bad it had done you in.” he said softly, still trying to come up with any kind of advice.

“I’m not Thomas, so I can’t tell you what his feelings or thoughts are, but I can promise you that it’s not as black and white as you think. Teresa is really good at painting a pretty picture for the world, but behind closed doors, it’s a different story. It’s not my place to tell, but the bottom line is that things aren’t that great between them, and as hard as it is to hold on to something so painful, don’t give up hope. You obviously feel like this for a reason, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Thomas was feeling a similar kind of way.” he spoke with a hint of confidence in his voice, which gave you a dose of reassurance you didn’t realize you needed.

You were silent for a few moments, absorbing the words that your friend just delivered. You found yourself counting the stars that began lighting up the sky above you, thinking about the life you had before the maze. You wondered if you had ever experienced pain like this in your past life, or if this was the first time and maybe that’s why it hurt so bad. You wondered if you had ever experienced intense emotions like this for someone before, and if so, you hoped it was reciprocated and not one-sided like your current situation. You wondered if you knew someone like Thomas, someone so strong and captivating and brave... everyone should know someone like that at some point in their life.

“Do you really think he could have any kind of non-platonic feelings, or are you just saying that?” you asked quietly, hating that you had reached this point of searching for desperate answers in your friend.

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.” he spoke clearly.

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Newt left after awhile, the intense conversation dwindling down to normal small talk. You stayed for another thirty minutes or so, watching the party from afar. The bonfire cast a beautiful glow on the scene, illuminating the gladers that were gathered around. You couldn’t help but smile watching all your friends laugh and let loose, something that didn’t happen often in the glade. But when your eyes fell on Thomas’ lips kissing Teresa goodnight on her way to leave the party, the familiar ache of heartbreak returned to your chest, tears stinging your eyes. You tilted your head back in effort to keep them from falling, breathing now rapid and shallow.

“Damn it, Y/N. Get it together, you’re so much stronger than this.” you spoke aloud, anger surging through you. You weren’t sure exactly why you were angry; maybe because you let yourself cry over a guy who could care less, or maybe because you were stuck in a heart-wrenching position that you couldn’t break free of.

Much to your dismay, the tears fell anyway. You stood up quickly, needing to be in alone in your room before the emotional episode threatened to get worse. You walked steadfastly towards the small huts that unfortunately resided on the other side of the glade, past the bonfire. In attempt to avoid anyone and everyone, you walked along the perimeter of the buildings, as far away from the party as possible.

The tears were still streaming down your face, your hands working skillfully to wipe them away the second they emerged, when you ran into something--not something, someone.

The second you collided with his chest, your body was slammed with a wave of strange comfort that you were not in anyway expecting in that moment. You hadn’t seen the face of the person whose arms were now holding you up, but you had a pretty good idea. You looked up and were met with the whiskey eyes you had dreamed about every night for the last month, bringing a surge of emotions with them; anxiety, sadness, nervousness, fright, anger... hope. You pullled away quickly to wipe the tears from your face, instantly missing Thomas’ touch on the soft skin of your arms.

“I-uhm, I’m sorry. I should’ve looked where I was walking.” you mumbled as you wiped your face, looking down at the ground beneath your fidgeting feet.

“It’s fine, Y/N. Are you okay? You look like you’ve been crying...” he said softly, his gaze boring into you as he took a step closer.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s nothing.” you said a little more clearly, an cold edge to your voice.

When you finally looked up at him fully, he felt his heart drop in his chest. Seeing you so hurt, broken, and teary eyed was something he never wanted to witness. He couldn’t deny the growing feelings he had for you, even though he wasn’t sure if “feelings” was the correct term. Could he have feelings for someone else while he was in a relationship? And if not, then what do you call the need to always make sure the other person is okay, even if from a distance? What do you call the feeling you get when you see them walk into a room, and your entire mood shifts? What do you call the feeling of sadness when you see them unhappy? What do you call the excruciating feeling of seeing tears streaming down their face?

“Y/N... you can talk to me.” he whispered lowly, taking another step closer to you.

With each step he took closer to you and each soothing word that left his lips, your anxiety, and anger towards the whole situation, would increase ten-fold, making it almost unbearable to be in the situation any longer. Yet, you found it ironic that all you wanted in the moment was to collapse into his caring embrace.

Unfortunately, that feeling lasted for only a few seconds, anger undoubtedly taking it’s place. You honestly weren’t sure why, but you were suddenly over taken with rage over the whole predicament you found yourself in with Thomas. He was the only person to ever make you feel this low, and at that point, you had had enough.

“You know what, Thomas? Leave me the fuck alone. I actually can’t talk to you, because I can’t even look at you without feeling the hatred your girlfriend has for me, which doesn’t seem to affect you in the slightest, by the way. And I think we both know if she saw you breathing the same air as me, you’d both be fighting for days. So I’m gonna leave and you go find your girl, for both of our sakes.” you spoke harshly as you wiped tears from your eyes, anger and sadness ultimately getting the best of you.

“But I-I just want to make sure you’re oka-” you cut him off.

“No, Thomas, I’m not okay! I’m not okay and there is nothing I can do to fix it. You’re the last person that I can talk to about it anyways, so just drop it and go find Teresa, I’m sure she’s looking for you.” your words were laced with venom as you stepped past him, your heart shattering more and more with each step you took away from him.

Thomas stood there, paralyzed by your bitter confrontation. Not only was he unprepared for your outburst, but he was completely taken aback by it. He didn’t know what to think in the moment. Why were you so mad at him? What made you so upset in the first place? Why was he the one person you couldn’t talk about it with? He felt more pain than he thought possible, and he was beginning to wonder if the “feelings” he’d been getting for you had something to do with it.

Thomas went to bed that night with his mind running nonstop, thinking about you and the encounter that had happened. He was determined to get some answers, no matter what it took...

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DAY 58

A lot had happened in the glade since the night you fell into Thomas’ arms.

You avoided him at all costs, seeing his face bringing up too many unwanted, visceral emotions. Not only was it agonizing to be around him, but it was confusing too. One minute you were immensely angry because he made you feel this way, and the next you were heartbroken because you hopelessly wanted to be the one in his arms. You knew damn well that both of these outlooks were pitiful and unreasonable, but you simply didn’t care. It was your own internal battle anyway, right?

Thomas on the other hand, was enduring his own kind of suffering. Not only was he having the regular issues with Teresa, but he was slowly being consumed by his growing theories behind the confrontation he had with you. He didn’t even fight with Teresa anymore, he simply let her yell at him while his mind wandered off to you. He thought about the words you said, repeating them in his head over and over again, trying to understand the meaning behind them. “I’m not okay and there is nothing I can do to fix it. You’re the last person that I can talk to about it anyways.”

He could feel his presence in his relationship slipping, and he honestly didn’t care. He hated how exhausting it was to be with Teresa, and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take. His longing to understand your torment was beginning to take up more of his mental space than the need to continually reaffirm his crumbling relationship, and it was concerning to him how easy it was to let the change of mentality to transpire.

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Both of your personal thoughts, along with every other glader’s, were brought to a halt the day Ben stammered out of the woods, a demented look in his eyes as he chased Thomas. The second he had to be knocked out with a shovel, confirmed what you all had feared; he’d been stung.

His banishing to the maze was nothing short of torturesome. Ben was a good friend to all, and it was agonizing to watch him being forced out into the maze, body covered in purple and black contusions and swellings, eyes dark, skin pale.

Once the walls closed, a solemn ambiance fell across the glade, no one muttering more than a few words for a remainder of the evening. From your bed that night, you could hear the metal hitting the concrete from across the glade; Ben’s name being crossed out, joining the others who have perished in this hell of a maze. You thought back to the day in the tent when Ben told you his thoughts on Thomas and the way he reassured you that your feelings were valid. It broke your heart that you never got the chance to thank him.

“Thank you, Ben.” you said quietly into the darkness of your hut, the clanging of metal still ringing through the brisk night air.

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The following day started with a glade-wide meeting, everyone’s attendance necessary. When a tragedy like this happened, there was always a conversation the following day that gave people an opportunity to mourn the lost. But more importantly, this assemblage took place to discuss the transfer of responsibilities that the fallen glader had. With how quickly things changed in the glade, it was important to keep things running smoothly. Normally this change of job for someone was nothing more than a planter switching to a cook, or a builder switching to a tree chopper. But occasionally, it would be a major switch...

After all the kinds words and stories had been shared on Ben’s behalf, Newt and Alby moved to the front of the crowd.

“Thank you all for your caring and compassionate testimonies, Ben was a great man, and even better friend. He will be deeply missed by all of us.” Alby said clearly, his voice slightly hitching towards the end.

“As you all know, it is now time to pass his position as a runner off to someone. We need at least three people running at all times, for safety and efficiency.” Newt said loudly, addressing the entire room.

“We thought this would be a difficult decision, but after deeply considering it, we realized it may have been one of the easier decisions we’ve had to make.” Alby added, confidence apparent in his voice.

Newt cleared his throat before taking a step forward into the small aisle way between the rows of seats.

“We have decided that Y/N will take Ben’s place as a runner. After her impressive dash to save him during his seizure, and the referral from another runner that was given to us last night, we’re confident she is the best choice to fill the position.” Newt spoke sincerely, a small smile landing on his face once he finished.

Upon hearing his words, your stomach dropped to the floor, your mind running a mile a minute. WHAT THE FUCK. WHY would they pick me? I’m not cut out to be a runner. I can’t possibly work with Thomas every single day.

Then your focus flashed to something Newt had said, “the referral from another runner that was given to us last night.”. You knew it had to be Thomas, he was the only one to have seen you run through the maze. Why would he do that, why would he willingly want to work with me, knowing Teresa would kill him, knowing the words I said to him earlier this week. WHY?

Everyone’s eyes were now glued to you. Most were encouraging, but there was one set of eyes that were burning into you like a flame from a few rows in front of you-- Teresa.

What you didn’t notice though, was the smile that flashed across Thomas’ face when Newt announced your name, and the way his eyes were now brightly gleaming at you.

He knew exactly what he was doing, and he wasn’t sure what the repercussions would be, but he knew he couldn’t take anymore days not filled with your soothing voice, angelic laugh, and radiant presence.

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pwnyta · 7 years ago

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Anyways the VLD fandom might be an absolute dumpster fire but I still made a whole lotta mediocre doodles to put in it:

More under cut:

Ive been playing a lot of AC:PC. :’0

Matts a little too happy to the beauty and splendor of Shiro and Allura.

Keith and Lance are unamused.

IDK... Keith gave him that shirt.

Calm the big girlfriend with brushies.

Dees girlfriends tho.

TEAM PUNK.

Shiro is Team!Mom and Dad at the same time. When I wont share with my asshole siblings my mum asks for whatever I have and I give it to her but then my asshole siblings end up getting it from her. Thats what inspired this.

Im Pidge.

Rolo likes that squish.

Bit janky but I want more Hunk/Shiro bonding in the show... :’T

Keith sure do love his big soft BF.

Pidge is p cool too in his books.

Keiths jacket looks short on him so...

NO.

Those tiddies are too powerful to contain.

I tend to work from the bottom up.... and I wanted long hair!Shiro.... and was like kinky long hair Sheith? ... No no soft cuddles. Soft touching.soft hugs. Because Shiro deserves to be treated with a tender hand after everything hes been through.

Messy doodles~~~ but theyre made of love~

Pallura? Is that what Pidge/Allura is? Allura is trying to... A~LLURE HER~ girlfriend with all her fluffy hair. Its working.

I forgot his scar. OH WELL. I forgot anatomy as well and were not complaining about that now are we?!

This small monochrome human is the Blades now.

Ship Shiro with all the kitties!

He doesnt know its an ugly sweater... dont tell him.

So many fragile little toes. Kolivan doesnt get it. Humans are weird. But his is the best human.

~( :-L >

Shiros scientific research of where the softest fuzz is on these purple kitties.

I drew these before Allura got over her Galra hang ups.

Sendak is the fluffiest of boys.

Sendak also enjoys Shiros fluff.

Head canon that Ulazs back is covered in spots and markings like his head. No one can take it away from me now.

THE FIRST SCRITCHY

CLAIMED FOR ULAZ:

Ulaz you dog.

(or cat)

Keith sends the best gifts.

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TIDDY DISCOURSE.

The top 3 softest

A: //concerned Shiros gonna get salmonella from eating cookie dough S: //LIVING ON THE EDGE H: //amused that his two helpers turned out to be useless dweebs in the kitchen

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I was gonna make a little comic that involved Shiro finding and sneaking a bb Galra onto the ship.

Shiro doesnt know how to take care of a baby Galra but hes nervous about telling the rest of the gang...

But he does need to feed the bb...

So youre just goin full dad huh? Can you please help...

BB Ulaz doesnt appreciate being held by randos.

Hunk stealth collects info on bb Galra and sneaks supplies to Shiro while they figure out how to precede. Its Always Sunny title card: SHIRO AND HUNK RAISE A BABY

Shiros a S-Rank multi-tasker. He can exercise, play with his bb, and make Hunk cry in one go!

2 sketchy.

---another comic idea doodle.

A: Shiro? Shiro? C: ...Easy Shiro... S: ugh... what happened...

P: A whole buncha weirdness happened.... L: Hey Shiro! S: !?!?!?!

S: Cute? ...

S: WHAT?! WHATS HAPPENING?!!? A: Please calm down!!! C: You just recovered Shiro... youre gonna hurt yourself!! S: WHY AM I PURPLE?!

A: Well.... You were attacked by some kind of magic user... and this sort of just happened... My guess is the spell turned you into the species of someone youve been close to... Hunk youre connection with Shay turned you into a Balmeran... H: //kinda ok with that

A: Lance and Pidge have Plaxum and Ryner....

A: And Shiro..... S: ....Ulaz? A: I think... L: WELL THATS SAD AND ALL BUT I GOTTA QUESTION!

L: WHY THE HECK WASNT KEITH EFFECTED?! K: Im already part Galra... This is how I look. A: ...Maybe... but I was thinking that you have a close relationship with a human... and since you are part Galra that technically makes the human an alien to you. K: .... oh so Shiro?

L: GROSS! Its bad enough youre Galra dont be cute about it! P: YEAH SHIRO ITS WEIRD! H: Aww let him wiggle his ears!!! K: ... >:///c

THE END cuz IDK where else to go with that...

#VLD fanarts #Sheith #Uliro #Koliro #Shendak #Shace #Shunk #Maybe...#Team Punk #Allurance #Pallura #Acxa/Ezor/Zethrid/Narti #That ship name just rolls off the tongue doesnt it fellas...#RoloHunk

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imashayne · 7 years ago

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Klance Christmas Fic.... thing

Okay so here it is, right on the dot for the final week, a fic that was supposed to be a short which is definitely not because it has two parts. Also this first part covers the first weeks, part two has the fireworks bit. So I guess I just tag things? idk how do. It’s really rough I didn’t have time to go over it or have anyone look at it. Hope someone enjoys this. I had fun writing. And it was a fun break from my main Klance fic XD. A very Klance Christmas

Keeping track of time in space was hard. Well, of earth time specifically. But Lance would be damned if he didn’t even try.

So ever since the first night they’d arrived in the castle-ship the blue eyed boy had done up a makeshift calendar. It was a simple thing. A piece of note book paper that Lance had found folded up in his jacket pocket. He’d made a grid on it, marking the months and days. Each night before he struggled into an exhausted sleep he made sure to X out another square.

Sure it wasn’t perfect. But it was what Lance had to work with. Even Lance doubted its accuracy, but it lent the boy a much needed sense of normalcy. Gave him an anchor in this chaotic mess that had become his life.

It was because of Lance’s calendar that the three of them were at the space mall.

Pidge picked up a bright orange streamer which had just been tossed at her feet. More decorative items flew around her in a confusing whirlwind. The green paladin blinked in confusion. How had she ended up here? “What are you guys doing?”

“What about this one Lance?” Hunk called over to the other boy, holding up what looked like a banner.

Lance poked his head out from the pile he’d been working on. “Maybe if we can’t find anything better…” Pidge held up her hands in exasperation since she’d been ignored. The movement caught Lance’s attention and he sighed. “I know your head is in Galra space right now but focus Pidge!” His tone was flustered as he dove elbow deep into another stack of odds and ends. (Since they were the poor alien’s only customers the shop owner allowed them to look through the back of his shop)”Well since you weren’t listening before-“ he grunted, lifting up and moving bundles of fabric. “According to my calendar it’s almost Christmas! Now I’ve missed a lot of things fighting in this war. My brother’s 11th Birthday. The fourth of July… HALLOWEEN! Which is like the best in my family you know! But so help me I will NOT miss this!”

“Your… calendar?” Pidge pushed her glasses up her nose. “You know that I can calcula-“

“No! No no no nu-huh nope!” Lance dropped the mass of electrical wiring that looked completely tangled beyond help and stomped towards Pidge, waggling his finger and shaking his head decidedly. “You stop right there. You don’t get to take this away with…. Science!”

“Anyway Shiro thinks this will be good for morale!” Hunk added in, placing another item in the sadly small usable heap.

Pidge picked up the banner, holding it up to inspect. “This isn’t even that Christmas-y” She muttered.

“We’re working with what we got.” Lance snapped.

“ You could help us out instead of standing there like a cave bug.” Hunk added hopefully.

“Hey I only came along to see if they had any new video games in!”

“Okay yeah-“ Hunk huffed as he pushed a large box to the side that looked to contain nothing but old VHS tapes. (Pidge made a mental note to dig through it later to see if there was anything good amidst the artifacts) “But was there anything new?” He didn’t even pause to wait for an answer. Hunk already knew that if Pidge had found anything that’d caught her eye she wouldn’t even care what the other two were doing.

With a groan she stepped into the fray.

“Fine.”

***

Alteans didn’t seem to believe in ladders. So lance had to improvise. Currently he teetered upon one of the trays that had been used to serve food and beverage to the Arusians. Lance wasn’t sure how much the weight limit was or if they even had one, but it hovered precariously for him and Lance was more than thankful that he was almost done.

Of course Lance had done up the entire room by himself. Which had eaten up most of the rest of his day. Once they’d gotten back Pidge had muttered a swift excuse and disappeared. Hunk was already putting together a space Christmas dinner to be remembered! As he’d put it. Lance thought it was already going to be pretty memorable, being as it was in space. Shiro was busy being the leader and Allura was busy being a princess.

Coran had helped Lance for a bit, but the new red paladin had to send the inquisitive Altean away. Sure Lance loved to talk but not when he was trying to actually focus on something and the mustached man kept asking about Christmas! Lance had almost yelled that he’d explain later.

It hadn’t gone unnoticed by the residents of the castle of lions that Lance’s mood had been less humorous and more sharp. Now he had never been known for an abundance of patience but the boy’s fuse seemed to be at a record short. Almost like a certain mullet haired boy who had once been a paladin. In fact this short tempered change had seemed to overtake Lance around the same time that Keith had decided to step back from team Voltron and into team Mamorites. Or whatever.

While the rest of the paladins knew very well of Lance’s current frustrations (being as each of them had their own given the circumstances) none of them dare speak about it, or well knew how to breach the topic with their usual bright and teasing Lance.

But for the Hispanic it was always on his mind. Keith was always on his mind.

Lance gave a particularly hard tug on the streamer he was setting up above the entryway and felt the thin paper rip just as the hovering tray tipped. He only had a moment to think ‘oh quiznak’ before he felt himself falling.

It came as a surprise to him that he was able to stop himself, lowering his center of gravity and tilting his body to regain balance. The blue eyed boy was just congratulating himself- The training was really paying off- when something bumped straight into the tray, sending both Lance and this someone toppling to the floor.

“What the-“ Lance gasped as he felt strong arms circle his waste. Even as he himself threw his arms out to catch himself, and whoever had knocked him down.

It all happened in less than a tick. Kolivan and he had just left the bridge where they’d been giving their report from the last information gathering mission. As they’d prepared to leave Shiro mentioned that Lance would probably want to talk to Keith. And before the boy could ask even so much as a ‘why’ Shiro had turned back to Allura, already the two of them back to planning out the coalition’s next move.

That had led him here, into the great hall, after seeking out red’s new paladin on the training deck (Keith knew it was unlikely but still ….) in Calterneck’s room and the pool with no luck. He hadn’t even been gaming with Pidge.

Finally Hunk, who’d been covered in some powdery green substance akin to flower and had been found in the kitchen’s (of course) told them that Lance was….decorating? Which had of course led Keith and his superior (and mentor) Kolivan to this moment. The half galra boy’s shoulder had bumped into something midair upon entry to the room. Keith of course being Keith, was now almost constantly in battle mode and as he felt a body slam down into him, before he’d even worked through how an enemy could have breached the castle’s defenses, or who this was, he was moving. Reacting. His arms wrapped around a slim waste, readying to throw the person, only he’d not had any time at all to plant his feet and so they fell fast.

They never actually landed though. Not hard at least. The other had twisted their body so the impact was not fully on him, Long arms braced against the rest of the force and a voice that he recognized was sputtering.

“What the-”

A loud clang echoed as the tray came down against the bac of Lances head, “-cheese” squeaked out.

It was Lance that recovered first surprisingly. Since he wasn’t suddenly painfully aware of how the other boy’s body was pressed against his own like Keith now was.

He tried to scramble away but their limbs had become tangled in the fall, legs folding around each other and arms intersected.

“Sorry! I didn’t mea-“ Lance’s half formed apologies were cut short as he was lifted bodily by Kolivan. As soon as they were free of each other Lance was finally able to see who he’d fallen on.

“Oh it’s you-“

“The black paladin-” Kolivan began to speak but Lance was talking over him.

“Why don’t you look where’ you’re going?”

Keith had righted himself and was now glowering at the other.

“What are you even talking about?”

“The princess requested-” Kolivan tried again to no avail.

“ You’re the one who fell on me!”

“Yeah well if you’d been paying attention!” They continued to ignore and talk over the older Galran soldier, who wasn’t entirely sure how to interject between these two.

Lances voice held a hard edge to it. Once Keith hadn’t heard in a while. It was so weird. They hadn’t really fought for a while. But with everything else that had been going on, namely how it was always mission after mission with the blade, Keith didn’t have patience left for Lance’s shit. His violet eyes flashed before the blue light of the castle’s torches caught against silver tinsel that was twisted and strung down from the vaulted ceiling.

The fight was instantly forgotten as Keith finally took in the room around them. It had been transformed.Different shades of red fabric had been folded and pinned in such a way as to make them look like flowers. These had been hung beneath the lanterns. Along the stairs streamers of forest green had been twisted and swirled around the banister.The arched ceiling was the true beauty. Lance had managed to find a box of simple glass ornaments, which he ‘d suspended down along with thin silver and golden threads. Everything sparkled

.“Woah…” It was all Keith was able to get out

.“What is all of ….. this?” Kolivan was apparently seeking out a word that wouldn’t insult what he could only see as useless and frivolous. Realizing that there was a moment of silence between the two of them he swiftly spoke before either could answer him. “The black Paladin stated that you wished to see us?”

Lance blinked in confusion, catching up with the sudden switch from fighting to having to fight down his own blush at Keith’s reaction. He turned to look at the tall Galra instead. He’d wanted to see Keith, though it didn’t really matter if Kolivan was there as well. It just made sure Lance could keep himself in check.

Of course Lance hadn’t been aware of his feelings for the hotheaded mullet until it was too late and he’d already left team Voltron. Not that Lance knew what he would have even done if Keith was still around like all the time. It would still be better than wondering when…. If he’d see the other again.But no Lance was studiously trying NOT to think about all that right now! He could sort through his own luggage later.Now was the time for Space Christmas!

“Yeah!” He threw his arms open, smiling as brightly as he could in an attempt to emulate cheer he didn’t quite feel. “You guys are invited to the Christmas party! It’s gonna be the bomb… not like… bomb like the last party we had here of course.” A nervous laugh escaped him and he cleared his throat, powering through the awkwardness he’d created. Because he could already see in Keith’s posture and expression how non-plussed the newest member of the blade was. Where as Kolivan seemed simply more puzzled. “But this time there’s not going to be so many people. Just…” Lance swallowed hard past the lump that had formed in his throat. “family ya know? But since the blade is like, your new team now they’re welcome to come.” Lance only faltered slightly at the end, muscles in his face growing tense and he tried to keep the smile up and pretend as if saying that new team thing hadn’t hurt at all. As if his chest hadn’t grown tight with the words.

“I don’t know Lance… we’re in the middle of a war-“

“I won’t take no for an answer!”

Keith opened his mouth again, not even sure how he could explain to Lance that they had another important mission (weren’t they all?) that they were supposed to be leaving for right now. But he didn’t want to be the one to shatter that hopeful look. He always seemed to be after all.

“What is this Chris-mas?” Kolivan saved him. Keith snapped his mouth shut for once. The leader of the Blade could be the bad guy here.Lance took a deep breath in, readying himself to launch into an explanation when Hunk came huffing into the room, apron still in place and looking somehow messier than he had when they’d left him.

“Hey guys sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to make sure I got the taste down for these space fried plantains. I mean they’re not actually plantains but it’s the closest I could get-“

“Plantains?” Keith asked as he watched Lance take a large bite out of …. Whatever it was, straight off the fork that Hunk held

.“From Earth- you really are an alien!” Hunk joked as Lance moaned happily, taking his dear sweet time to swallow. Keith shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably.

“Hunk!” It was weird hearing Lance take on a chastising tone, and yet it seemed natural coming from him. But it wasn’t the yellow Paladin’s comment that had made a strange kind of heat fill up his body. “It’s kinda like a banana I guess?”

Keith had to bite the inside of his cheek as Kolivan sounded out the word silently. His stoic features not changing in the slightest as he mouthed out ‘banana.’

“Seriously you’re a genius big guy! Ellos son perfecto! Though you don’t gotta put ‘space’ in front of everything!” Lance snuck another bite. And another rolling wave of fire moved down through Keith, coming to settle in his lower abdomen. Lance needed to stop making those noises. And feed his damn self. And maybe not talk in Spanish like that again. Something else that had caught Keith off guard. “Anyway Kolivan, Christmas is an earth thing right?” Lance again turned back to the conversation, but Hunk swiftly interjected again.

“Oh yeah! It’s the best! It’s when you get together with your family and you eat all this wonderful food-“

“And you put up all these really pretty decorations like trees and lights and candy canes.”

“Candy canes taste so good! And Fudge and Peanut brittle!”

Watching the two of them explain what Christmas was reminded Keith of two literal children.

“Oh and you get to open up presents! Our tree always have piles on piles of presents but that’s more because of all my siblings-“

“Speaking of presents I almost forgot about the secret Santa! Good thing I caught you guys.” Hunk pulled a small bag of folded up papers from his apron pocket and held it out. Kolivan looked skeptical as he reached in and pulled out a paper.

As soon as Keith had done the same a heavy hand came down on Keith’s shoulder. “Well Paladin’s we shall make this…. Chris-mas. Now we must leave for another mission.”

Keith hated howLlance’s face crumpled, and how he’d swiftly pushed a smile back in place as if he’d never lost the bright expression.It pained the half galra that he’d grown more used to seeing this forced smile than Lance’s true one.

“Really? What are you guys up to this time?” Hunk asked.

“Oh nothing too big!” Keith rushed out before he’d really thought his words through as Kolivan led him out, thankfully remaining quiet. Without realizing it Keith had curled his fingers into a tight fist. The crumple of the paper drew his attention down to the fist. Cautiously he unfolded it. For some reason dreading looking at the name scrawled across it in tiny messy lettering. He wasn’t evens sure why. He’d faced down legions of Galra! Fought Alien armies in a damn warship to free the universe!

He quickly peaked downwards, shoulders slumping.

“What is this secret Santa? What secret is he keeping? And why is the red Paladin’s name written on this small scrap of paper?” Kolivan was shaking his head, bemused by the earthlings and their traditions.

“What!” Keith resisted the urge to storm on ahead of the other. Taking in a deep breath. “no-Santa is… a big guy that gives out presents. So with secret Santa you get a present for the person who’s name you pull, but YOU keep it a secret.”

“Hmmm…. I do not know what to get the young paladin.”

“Yeah? I got Allura and I’m in the same exact boat.” Keith folded his arms.

“Would you perhaps prefer a trade? You have known Lance for longer than the princess. It will be the same to me either way.”

Keith’s head swiveled.

“Really?” He coughed and had to keep himself from snatching the paper from Kolivan’s larger hand. The sudden excitement abated swiftly though as he looked down at Lance’s name.It wasn’t as if he even knew what the Cuban boy liked besides girls and bad humor. If he had any time he might have been able to talk to Hunk about what he should get for the other boy.

“This celebration of gift giving, the Galra do not have a day such as this. Presents are only given on the day of one’s birth. You must share with me more stories of this Chris-mas.”

Keith folded the paper back up gently and slipped it into his pocket quietly. “I don’t have as many stories as the other two. Dad…. Wasn’t around as much. Not on the holidays … or any other day of the year.” He muttered.The silence stretched out painfully for a moment before Kolivan’s deep voice spoke through it.

“Why did you not tell the two paladin’s of our mission? It would have been pertinent for them to know.

”“Ch-“ Keith scowled, “I just didn’t want to bring Lan- I mean the other’s down with details. They were so excited.”

Every mission was dangerous. Some however were more so.Especially when dealing with the druids. Which was where their next mission would be taking them. With ricks such as the komar and Naxzela they had to be more prepared for the magic users. But they had told Lance that they’d make it to his party. And Keith wasn’t a liar.

If everything went according to plan they would make it

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The space was dark and silent. Keith’s body swayed as the ship they stood in entered the planet’s atmosphere. The only other movement was Kolivan, who was fiddling with his blade. Keith’s fingers gripped tightly on the bar above his head. Nine other Galra waited alongside him in the hold as the coalition fought around them in the sky. Even through the metal walls they could hear the ravages of the battle. Once an opening presented itself they would be dropped down. Right into the Druid’s keep. The faces behind the metallic masks were stoic, each soldier contemplating and preparing for the task before them.

All save for Keith who’s thoughts were a thousand light years away. Pre-occupied with what could be the perfect present for a certain perfect boy. What did Lance even like? Keith asked himself for what felt like the millionth time. Girls, obviously, but it wasn’t like the boy could get Lance a girlfriend for Christmas…. Or wanted to. No. It had to be something he could wrap right? Like maybe some sort of…. Keith would have groaned in frustration, but even in his current state he could feel the heavy apprehension in the air around him to break this silence would break the rest of his teams’ concentration.

Keith tried to focus on the mission at hand, chastising himself.But before he could enter the same frame of mind that the other’s around him were in, ready for blood, the floor dropped out beneath his feet and he was falling, purple light rising up to meet him.A veritable river of dark quentescense snaked beneath them. The other blade’s angled their bodies. But Keith had reacted too late. If not for Kolivan snatching him he would have dove into the acidic substance. He didn’t even have time to thank the leader before they were all moving. Sprinting towards the almost medieval like castle.

His body moved automatically even as the legions of drones clashed with their meager force. The knife in his hand almost seeking out the mechanical hearts. They moved easily through this obstacle.

Keith’s mind was still elsewhere. On the gift. It was such a simple thing! And yet he couldn’t conjure a single idea. Of course it wasn’t like Keith had much practice with this sort of thing. His dad had tried…. At times. But they’d never had much money. Keith had learned at a young age not to hope for too much. And at the same time to be grateful for what little he had.The experience he did have in receiving gifts he had even less in giving them.

Keith should have simply kept Allura’s name. That way there wouldn’t be this pressure. Getting something for a princess would be less work. Lance had probably been spoiled as a kid. He sure acted like it. So what in the world, no the universe could Keith possibly find to impress the boy. For the briefest of moments Keith considered making something. But the idea was swiftly discarded. With what time would he be able to craft something And what would he even make? At this point the best he’d be able to throw together would be the severed head of a druid… which wasn’t something he thought Lance would appreciate.

Vaguely Keith was aware of his surroundings. When the reddish glow of the dying star that served as this planet’s sun was no longer beating down on him. When the drones gave way to live soldiers. They’d reached the stronghold. Good, that meant that their mission was almost over.Keith wasn’t sure how much time had passed but with how smoothly things were going they were definitely going to make the Christmas party. It was weird. He knew he wouldn’t have a gift prepared…. But still he didn’t want to miss it. Easily enough Keith told himself that it was because he didn’t want to deal with a pouty or angry Lance next time they ran into each other. He wasn’t going to acknowledge any other reasoning.

It was pain that brought him crashing back into reality. He felt the blistering sting flare across his shoulder. He clumsily dodged the droid’s next two blasts before smoke swirled to his right and the dark clawed hand of a druid reached forth from it. Magic lighting up the palm. A wall of power slammed into Keith and the wind from the blow screamed in his ears. His back crashed into a wall and he crumpled. Black dots scattered across his vision, but as the violet mist once again churned around him Keith rolled. A tick later there was a crunching sound. He pivoted, snapping his arm up and letting the knife fly from his grasp.The druid’s were fast and their attacks unforgiving. He was beaten back, giving more found than he wished.

“Luxite blades are so interesting.” The deep voice intoned. “The metal is capable of reacting to the will of the one who wields it, and yet…” One of those strong arms snapped out and long fingers wrapped around Keith’s throat, easily lifting him from the ground as if he were nothing more than a rag doll . With his free hand the druid yanked out the sharp edge of Keith’s knife from his side where it had imbedded. Holding it up to Keith’s cheek and slicing open the flesh. “It still cuts you.”

Keith swung his legs, hooking one up and around the druid’s arm even as he felt the growing pressure close off his wind pipe. Fortunately the momentum he’d already built up carried them both over. Unfortunately the grasp around his neck was still tightening. Keith tried to keep control of his body as they fell, thinking that if he could just get enough leverage he could escape this deadly hold.The druid wouldn’t let him. He was battered into the floor. The druid’s strength and body weight driving down against the one point. Keith flailed for his blade, had seen it fly from his attacker’s grasp when they fell. The edges of his vision were growing black from lack of air, and Keith wasn’t aware that the shadow that had risen up behind the druid was Kolivan until a blade was thrust through the monster’s chest and pulled upwards.

Kolivan didn’t say anything to Keith as he helped him up but the silence was more than enough. The deep breath that he took into center himself sent a flare of pain sizzling through his body. There was too much going on right now to properly pinpoint exactly where this was coming from but it felt like everywhere. The boy jumped in after Kolivan, his generalized agony now enough to keep him focused on the fight.

The battle continued to go downhill. The ease with which they had fought and destroyed the droids was now the mirror opposite to their conquering of the keep itself. They managed to complete their mission successfully. However it wasn’t without casualties.

And with how long it had ended up taking them they’d surely missed Lances Christmas celebration. Keith dare not even look at the time. Simply ask Kolivan as calmly as he could if he could to borrow a pod.

“You should get rest while there is time to do so.”Keith set his shoulders, not budging otherwise. If he had been human Kolivan might have sighed, rubbed at his temples or punched his nose whenever he was faced with the young one’s stubbornness. As it stood those mannerisms were of the human variety and so he simply nodded after a short pause. “Then I shall accompany you and deliver the information we’ve gathered along with the report to Princess Allura in person.”

Keith fidgeted the entire ride there. Ignoring both his aching body and the one time Kolivan suggested that he try to sleep. It seemed to take forever to get there. Each tick another that he was late. However when the beautiful Altean space craft came into view amongst the vast darkness and distant stars Keith wasn’t ready Forget the present that he wasn’t showing up with, Lance was going to be pissed that he was crashing in battle worn and late. The half galran hesitated in the pod as Kolivan disembarked, half hoping that the Galra leader would ask for Keith to accompany him to the debriefing.

Of course no invitation came, the older male knew why coming here so quickly was important to the former paladin. And so Keith took a deep breath. Like during the battle agony set his nerve endings aflame, but this time he knew it was due to the bruising along his rib cage. As he walked it was with a slight limp. Where he’d been shot throbbed as a reminder. Keith turned his feet towards the great hall.

He wasn’t even aware that he’d made it there, and for a moment blamed the haze of pain. Realizing a tick later that it was because the room was as dark as the hallways he’d been walking through. Only the dimmed lights catching on the silver tensile as if it were falling snow alerted Keith that he’d made his destination He stopped short and looked around, hand coming up to press against his sore side. The silence was deep.

He had missed the party then.

It was almost like nothing had been touched at all. Despondently his violet eyes scanned the room. He was about to turn and find Kolivan when a hunched form caught his gaze.It was a testament to his training that before he could even blink Keith had his blade held aloft and at the ready. His first few steps towards the figure were soundless. Until he made out the white and blue design of the armor. Keith stopped trying to be stealthy and shifted to sheath his knife. He sighed in relief, opening his mouth to ask the other what he was doing here. But before he could get a single word out the other boy spoke.

“leave me alone Hunk. I’ll go to bed when I know he’s okay.”

Keith’s eyes widened. Perhaps if he’d not been so exhausted, or injured, he might have folded his arms, allowed one of his rare smirks to grace his features, and ask Lance in an almost innocent tone, ‘me?’

But as it stood his heart jumped up into his throat, which made the single word a breathless whisper. Lance’s head snapped up and Keith felt his chest tighten when he saw the bag’s under Lance’s beautiful azure eyes. “Shit Lance I’m sorry I missed the party-“ Keith didn’t often find himself apologizing, and yet Lance was one of the only people who ever got one from him it seemed.

Lance had jumped to his feet and crossed the space between them in just a few long strides. Keith spoke faster, thinking that the paladin was angrier than he looked and that he was about to get decked in the face. “I came as soon as possible but I couldn’t think of a present for you and there wasn’t any time between the mis-“ Warmth enveloped Keith, Lance’s arms circling his shoulders, pulling him in tightly. Fire ignited all throughout him that had nothing to do with the pain that spread as Lance squeezed him. Keith tensed for only a moment before leaning into this abiding heat from the other boy his own arms coming up under Lance’s gripping against the hard armor.

“You…” Lance’s voice was shaking and Keith’s eyes widened. He’d never heard the other sound like this. “just you, home safe. That’s all I ever want. That’s all I’ve ever needed Keith.”

That same incandescent fire that had burned earlier now rushed up into his face and Keith couldn’t do anything but turn his head into Lance’s shoulder.Neither of them was sure for how long they stayed like this, but Keith could feel how hard and fast Lance’s heart was beating even through his breastplate. And though the pace didn’t slow his own rhythm began to match it before Lance finally shifted. Keith didn’t let go as the Cuban boy leaned back and their breath mingled. It surprised Keith to see that a cherry red colored Lance’s olive cheeks, which of course only worsened his own blush. Beneath his fingertips the half Galran could feel Lance trying to pull away, to take another step back. Retreating the same way he’d been doing around Keith for a while now.Keith didn’t let him. The crimson on Lance’s cheeks grew deeper and spread up to the tips of his ears.

Since he’d noticed months ago how the red paladin had began to pull away from him Keith had been at a loss for what to do about it.

Until now.

He looked up. “Oh shit we’re standing right under a mistletoe.”

Keith felt proud of himself for catching the notorious flirt off guard as he spluttered, tilting his head to look and stuttering out, “I t-thought Hunk couldn’t f-find any? I was gonna put so many up-“ His voice was trembling in a very not-Lance like manner

Keith’s smile grew. “you idiot-“

“-Hey!”

“You were just supposed to shut up and trust me remember?” Without waiting another moment Keith tugged hard on the front of Lance’s chest plate. The other’s lips were so soft beneath his own.

#klanceholidaycelebration #Klance #voltron #Voltron legendary defender #Voltron Christmas #decorating #secret santa #gift giving #kisses #mistletoe #Pidge #Hunk #Kolivan #fanfiction #Keith #Lance #Idk what else to tag

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sombraglaze · 4 years ago

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Lexember 2020 - Kmitmuk ksu

I did Lexember 2020 but I only posted it on twitter, and I thought I’d be a good idea to archive all my posts on tumblr as well ヽ(*・ω・)ﾉ

so I’ll put all the pictures in this post and write the transcriptions underneath each pic for ppl who prefer seeing it in that format or are blind.

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(the first 4 entries were posted the 4th of December)

I decided to do #Lexember kind of late 😅 but here are the first 4 entries, it's my first lexember and I'm a beginner conlanger so pls don't be too harsh if I mess up 🥺🥺

entry 1! 😊

tucir [tʊ.ʔɪɾ] Noun. emotions, feelings, energy.

from *tʼoɛːluː meaning blood, because it was believed that one's emotions where in their blood, they thought of it as a soul, so that's why corpses didn't emote or move, their emotions dried up.

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entry 2! 👍

ksu [ksʊ] Adjective. good, correct, important.

from *kusʼu meaning big, the autonym of this language is "kmitmuk ksu" which basically means "the correct way of speaking" and also implies that it's an important language.

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entry 3! 🐍

pi [pɪ] Noun. evil person, "monster."

from *pɛː meaning snake, it's a pretty severe insult, you wouldn't hear it in a civil conversation. it implies "murderer" but isn't always used this way.

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entry 4! ⚔️

pira [pɪ.ɾə] Noun. royal guard.

from *peθæː meaning star, they thought of stars as deities whose purpose was to protect humanity, so the word started to be used for guardians or sentinels and eventually became more specifically used for royal guards.

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day 5! 💬 kmitmuk [kmɪt.mʊk] Noun. language, dialect, speech.

from *kɔmytʼemokʼɔ the diminutive of fog, they live in a cold area, so this references the condensation that comes out of their mouth when they speak.

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day 6! ☝️

qer [qeɾ] Noun. four, index finger (archaic).

from *kʼyːθyː meaning index finger, their words for counting inanimate objects come from the names of their fingers and names of parts of their arm, these words are almost exclusively used for numbers nowadays.

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day 7! 😪

tugh [tʊɢ] Adjective. dull (blade), exhausted.

(originally I romanized [ɢ] as <gg> but eventually changed it to <gh>)

from *tʼuːxiː meaning dull, it's used metaphorically to say you gave it your all and now you need to sharpen (rest) before you can keep going or you won't be quite as productive.

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day 8! 🌨️

nsaqf [nsəqf] Verb. to focus, to pay attention.

from *nusʼoxɔ fe meaning to freeze, referencing the fact that if you're concentrating you're probably not moving a lot, so it's like you're frozen.

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day 9! 👑

muciqxn [mʊ.ʔɪqχn] Noun. king.

from *moy xixæːnɔ meaning great father, the ancient word for great *xixæːnɔ lead to many modern words ending in qxn, which got reanalyzed as a suffix that can be added to words to make them related to royalty.

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day 10! 🐟

nicaqf [ni.ʔaqf] Verb. to be dead, to float (archaic).

from *nyːaxɔ fe meaning to float, referencing fish, that tend to float when they die, it can still be used to say float but it's very uncommon.

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day 11! 🗂️

magheqf [ma.ɢeqf] Verb. to group, to classify.

from *mæːxexɔ fe meaning to cut or separate, the meaning of separating was more and more commonly used and eventually acquired the characteristic of separating based on specific traits that things have in common.

also I misspelled acquired in the image, oops 😅

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day 12! 🌬️

qorazdoqf [qo.ɾaz.doqf] Verb. to howl (wind).

from *kʼolæːsuːtɔxɔ fe meaning to blow (wind), in their culture, the wind howling is seen as a bad omen, it's a warning from the wind God (who is actually a wolf) and everyone must stop what they're doing to pray.

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day 13! 🗺️

nzu [nzʊ] Noun. north.

from *nɛːso meaning north, this language doesn't have words for left, right, up, down, etc. instead you have to use cardinal directions and reference things like landmarks and the sky.

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day 14! ✨🌙

tfpik [tfpik] Noun. star.

from *tøfæːpʼykʼɔ the diminutive of sun, this word is also used for planets that are visible to the naked eye, but not for the moon, which is "ksor" [ksoɾ] from *køsʼɔɾuː also meaning moon.

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day 15! 🔪

put [pʊt] Adjective. new (for tools).

from *pœːtʼo meaning sharp (like a knife), this word is pretty much exclusively used for tools, the generic word for new is "not" [not] from *nɔtʼɔ also meaning new.

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day 16! 🐛🤬

pik [pɪk] Noun. worm, bug, phallus (vulgar).

from *pɛːkʼɔ the diminutive of snake, it can be used as a swear word depending on the context, but it usually means worm and sometimes bug in general.

I realized I had never really made any swear words in any of my conlangs so I thought I'd give it a try 😆

also sorry if this one is a bit too edgy lol I'll return to normal vocab tomorrow 😅

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day 17! 🌲🌲🏔️

terrag [te.rag] Noun. forest.

from *tʼœːræː ki meaning many trees, there's also a word for forest that is more fancy and tends to be used specifically for montane forests "tir" [tɪɾ] from *tiːlyːo meaning forest.

also, this word is always interpreted as being plural because of its etymology, so if you wanted to say "small forest" you would say:

"terrag tacakig" [te.rag ta.ʔa.kɪg] (forest small-PL)

as opposed to:

"terrag tacak" [te.rag ta.ʔak] (forest small.SG)

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day 18! 🐌

kudipaduw [kʊ.dɪ.pa.dʊw] Noun. snail.

from *kutiːpʼæː topɛː wet/sticky animal, meat is "mxa" [mxə] from *mɔxo w/ same meaning & container is "kitek" [kɪ.tek] from *kitʼøkʼɔ diminutive of lake, so bucket of snail meat is "kitek kit mxa tugudipaduw."

based on this meme:

https://twitter.com/Fordsmender/status/1335178530284564480

btw, the gloss is (container with meat snail-LOC) where the locative case is being used to mark inalienable possession (maybe I should've used alienable 🤔)

also kitek is mainly used for things that typically have water in them but it can mean bucket or tub in general.

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day 19! 👹🐕

mzgha [mzɢə] Noun. beast, monster.

from *muːsuːxœː the augmentative of dog, the word originally meant wolf, but the meaning expanded to all dangerous animals and big mythological creatures, and the word for dog is mzu [mzʊ] from *muːsuː

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day 20! 🌋🔥🌲🌲🔥

teqsnubz [teqs.nʊbz] Noun. volcano, burning place.

from *tʼøxœː sʼœːnu pɔθy meaning mountain with fire, that word for "with" was specifically for animate nouns, it came to mean "accompanying" and mountain was the augmentative for hill.

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also, a bonus because it's 20:20 20th-(12 😔 smh)-2020

ke [ke] twenty (animate, base 4) from *kœː meaning twenty.

pipaa qer [pɪ.paː qeɾ] twenty (inanimate, base 8) from *pe pæːyː kʼyːθyː (2 eights (and) four) or more literally (ring finger, forearm, index finger).

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day 21! 🌲🗡️

putfmeterra [pʊtf. me.te.rə] Noun. felling axe.

from *pœːtʼofe mø tʼœːræː meaning blade for trees, blade is the nominalized form of sharp *pœːtʼo and in fact, the modern word for blade or knife is putf [pʊtf]

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day 22! 😇

kidiweqf [kɪ.dɪ.weqf] Verb. to be believed or trustworthy.

from *kytɛːpøxɔ fe the passive form of to see, there is no adjective for trustworthy, it is seen as an action rather than a trait that a person can have.

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day 23! 🌒☀️

napirqf [na.pɪɾqf] Noun. solar eclipse.

from *næːpʼœːθiːxɔ fe meaning to be un-burned (or extinguishing), basically they believe their sun god can extinguish himself at will, eclipses are referred to as "extinguishings" and are seen as a sign of their god's dissatisfaction.

lol I actually ran out of space in the first tweet, that hadn't happened before. this one was inspired by the recent Great Conjunction! 🔭 I'll probably make the next few Christmas related.

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day 24! 🎅🎁

nicirrogi [nɪ.ʔɪ.ro.gɪ] Noun. expensive gift or present.

from *nɛːirɔ ki poruːpʼuː meaning poem, or more literally: beautiful/colorful words (or even more literally: flower-like words) high class people could afford to commission poems, generic gift is msu [msʊ] from fruit *miːsʼo

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day 25! ❄️

kucugitugh [kʊ.ʔʊ.gɪ.tʊɢ] N. snowflake, hexagon, complex shape.

from *kœːo ketʼo xo tœːpʼumæː meaning snow with(ɪɴᴀɴ) six(ɪɴᴀɴ) tips/points, since the word was too long it got shortened to the first four syllables and it's now also used to refer to complex shapes and patterns.

idk if there's a term for words getting shortened, I just figured I could do it since english does it in words like "net" for "internet" and stuff lol I don't know what I'm doing 😂

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day 26! 🗻

teghop [te.ɢop] Adjective. solid, hard.

from *tʼøxœːpʼuː meaning mountain-like, originally it was used to mean huge (anything that was around the size of a building or more) but it started to imply sturdy, and the meaning slowly shifted to being anything solid.

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day 27! ⛰️

mudurus [mʊ.dʊ.ɾʊs] Noun. coal, fuel, inspiration.

from *muːto θøsʼo meaning black/brown rock/stone, it's used metaphorically to talk about how inspired someone is to do any form of art or craft.

today's post was kind of late because I didn't have any inspiration 😅 running a bit low on ideas atm.

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day 28! ♒

tacup [ta.ʔʊp] Adjective. energetic, always moving.

from *taop‘uː meaning river-like, it can be used negatively to mean someone is annoying, but generally it's used in a more positive way.

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day 29! 😡

qo [qo] Adjective. angry / upset (informal)

from *k’uː meaning red-orange, it originated as a metaphor but eventually the word stopped being used for the color altogether.

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day 30! 👋

mukigii [mʊ.kɪ.giː] Interjection. see you, bye.

from *muːk’ø kɛːyː meaning be-ɴᴘsᴛ.ɪᴘғᴠ well, the word for "to be" is now archaic and the word for good/well now means holy, so the meaning of the phrase is a bit obscure for most people.

wow I can't believe #Lexember is almost over, time flies! :o tomorrow is the last day already! but I think I'll keep posting about my #conlang-s, maybe just not as often :) and I might use my tumblr for longer posts in case anyone is interested in checking that out.

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🎇🎆this is the final #Lexember2020 entry! I had the idea to make a "book ending" and end it where it started, with four proper nouns related to the first four entries I posted on the first day, thanks for all the ❤️s and RT's everyone :D transcriptions below:

day 31! 🙂

Txurr [txʊr] Proper noun. (joy, happiness).

from *tix’oruː meaning joy/happiness, this word is used exclusively as a name (typically female) and most people no longer know what it means.

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also day 31! 🗨️

Kmitmuk ksu [kmɪt.mʊ.ksʊ] Proper noun (correct speech).

literally “speech/language correct/important” from *kɔmyt’emok’ɔ and *kus’u meaning fog(diminutive) and big, both previous entries, this is how this language’s autonym is written.

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also day 31! 🐉

Pigh [pɪɢ] Proper noun. (dragon).

from *pɛːxœː the augmentative of snake, used exclusively as a name (gender neutral) most people think it means resilient/wise because of a homophone that comes from *p’yːxi meaning old, only scholars know better.

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also day 31! 🌟

Pira [pɪ.ɾə] Proper noun. (royal guard)

from *peθæː meaning star, this word was featured in a previous entry but this is how it’s written if it’s used as a name, proper nouns have their own writing system, based on an ancient syllabary similar to cuneiform.

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That was a lot, that’s a lot for reading everyone!! ヽ(o＾▽＾o)ノ I’ll start posting more stuff on Tumblr starting in 2021!

#Lexember #Lexember2020 #conlang #conlanger #Kmitmuk ksu

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Magnus wandered around the small hut that his family lived in, barefoot feet hitting the dirt floor, causing small clouds of dust to appear. His amber cat eyes were searching for his mother. He wanted to ask her why she was always so sad now. Why she and Papa wouldn’t give him hugs, or say that they loved him anymore. He thought for a second. He realized the better question to ask was why they didn’t love him anymore. He wanted to ask what’d he’d done wrong, and how to fix it. As he walked into the bedroom, he saw his mama sleeping on the bed. He approached the bed and he could tell something was wrong. Magnus’ mother was always full of life, of passion and wonder. She could hardly ever sit still for more than a second. Even when she was mad at him, or sad, she was always pacing about, waving her arms, but now? Now, she was still, and pale. Scarily so. Magnus would never forget the next thing he saw. Even after 400 years the memory of his once lively, beautiful mother, pale, unmoving, and cold, so, so cold, with blood all around her a deep scarlet, the iron scent of blood filling what felt like, a kerias sticking out of her chest would stay with him. And even little, scared Magnus, knew that this would be something he’d never, never forget. And he’d never forget what happened next.

His father had walked into the bedroom, and immediately saw what happened. An evil monster had killed his wife. The monster that Magus had become, he was a monster. So, he grabbed the boy's small body and ran to the river, hate seeping out of every pore. He shoved Magnus into the water, holding him under, letting the cold and dark consume him. Magnus couldn’t breathe, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to, because he knew his mama was gone forever, and he knew he absolutely caused it. He wanted to die. His magic, the monster inside of him, though? It wanted to live, it had the urge to go on, to see more, do more. A wave of fire, raged through his body and he cast it into his father's white shirt, observing silently as the flames consumed him. As the orange flames danced around his body, a horrific ballet, to the music of the agonized screams of the man he called his father. Magnus felt empty.

Some time later Magnus stumbled as fast as he could into the nearby woods, hair wet and getting in his eyes, clothing drenched, still struggling to breathe, hearing angry, dangerous voices close behind him. Oh god. The events of the night hit him like a ton of bricks slamming into his chest. What had he done? He didn’t mean to kill his stepfather but he was so, so scared and he couldn’t breathe and he freaked out. The voices grew closer and Magnus’ instincts kicked out and another wave of magic rolled from his body. If Magus had stopped to look, he would have seen the villagers were caught in a harmless freezing charm, which wore off after 30 minutes or so. However, Magnus just assumed he’d killed them all and kept running and running. The wind cut into him like millions of daggers, his shining feline golden eyes simply couldn’t stop his pain and hurt from falling from his eyes. The young warlock kept rethinking the day. What had he done wrong? Why did his Mama stab herself? He didn’t mean to! He didn't want her too! As the horrific events replayed again and again in his mind, it was all his fault, all his fault. But the magic inside him decided it wanted to survive, and he was his magic, and he was stubborn. So he ran. And kept running until he could breathe without pain again.

In fact, he kept running for years. Never staying in one place longer than a lonely and terrified night, avoiding eye contact, keeping his face hidden in shadows, just on the infinitesimal chance that someone from the village was still looking for him. Magnus was 12, or at least he thought he was, it was hard to keep track of time, the first time he met another warlock. Sadly, the kind warlocks name had been lost to memory, but Magnus could still picture her striking green skin, how kind she was, how she helped him discover the monster inside of him was not a monster, but in fact a great part of him that he could use to save the world. He remembered how she died, in a fight against shadowhunters who wanted their warlock marks as trophies. He remembered when he saw the blade go through her chest and remembered the fact that he hadn’t killed the evil shadowhunters, only knocked them out, because she always said “Killing is the only thing you will ever regret.” He remembered the light fading from her kind, but pained ivy colored eyes. He remembered her last words telling him to “Stay alive, so you can see the day that we are free” but for the life of him, he couldn’t remember her name. He couldn’t really recall what his father and mother looked like, and when he got a fleeting image, he knew it was corrupted by memory. He knew that his memory was very unreliable. He knew he was forgetting so many important things. So many important people.

And he feared the same thing would happen to Alexander.

The memory of Alec would never vanish, no, the love he would always remember.

But there was so much about his love that he he wouldn't.

As much as he could write, record, capture, nothing was invincible.

He could cast spells, and invest in everything-proof safes, but it is always going to be possible for something, someone that could break the spells, make the safe disappear, make the memory vanish.

There was nothing to do but hope that in thousands of years, he would still remember this amazing shadowhunter, that he wouldn’t forget the sound of his laugh, like a bell ringing for the whole world to hear, his beautiful smile filling the room like the light from the sun. He hoped to remember the way his brown eyes lit up with whatever he was feeling, good, or bad, how he could let down his glamor around him and Alec would still act like Magnus was perfect, how he hugged Magnus like he was the most amazing thing in the world, how the small, loving touches that graced his skin would feel so perfect and extraordinary and he would smile and feel as if a supernova of love had just exploded inside his heart. He wanted to remember the soft, loving, doting kisses and he wanted to remember the passionate, steamy kisses, filled with force and want and love. He wanted to remember the feeling of their bodies colliding. He wanted to remember every perfect detail of Alec’s face. He hoped that he would remember the look on Alec’s face the first time he picked up Max, like it was the moment his whole life had led up to, and he wanted to remember that he was so happy and terrified at the same time when he realized that Max was his son. He wanted to remember how the second he saw Rafael, he shared a look with Alec and they knew the scared little boy was part of their family. He wanted to remember every second of Alec, the love, the fights, the heartbreak, the healing, the jokes, the dancing, the looks, everything.

He wanted to remember. But he might not.

And that terrified Magnus Bane.

However, the warlock simply slipped in between the soft golden sheets on his bed, kissed Alec on the head, and fell asleep.

Yo so this was part of Malec Appreciation Week, A moment from the past, idk i did it right?? Hope u enjoyed though!!

#malecappreciationweek #malec #malecfanfic #im bad at writing #sorry

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theblamelessone · 7 years ago

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Sugar Cookies (BTS)

AO3

Pairing: Yoongi x Jungkook

Genre: Smut which magically turned into kind of fluff at some point, idk

Summary: Suga and Jungkook have been in a secret relationship for some time now. One day though, Kookie gets a little too touchy with Taehyung and Yoongi gets overly jealous.

Including: Jealousy, dirty talk, some tying up, biting, hickeys, sub(JK)/dom(YG), overstimulation kink

Word count: 3,686

“Jungkookie, you’re so tense today… Is something wrong?”, Tae aks out of the blue, appearing behind the younger man, then starting to massage his shoulders in a professional manner. He seems to know where to touch Jungkook’s body to make him relax his muscles, which actually surprises Kookie.

“No, hyung~“, he answers, closing his eyes at the pleasurable sensation of his senior’s fingers running gently over his shoulder blades. “I might be just a little tired…”.

The second Jungkook says those words, the room he’s been in with just V fills in with the rest of the boys. The youngest finds the eyes of his secret lover, Min Yoongi, and while his eyes fill with happiness, Suga’s stay emotionless, a bit sleepy.

Kookie feels like he saw some feeling inside of them, though he can’t put his finger on it. Yoongi has always been a big question mark whenever he and Kookie weren’t alone. He might smile, he might even show some other emotions on his face, but he’s always a closed book. The Maknae keeps on thinking of it whenever he feels like touching his lover in one way or another, but being with others at the same time. He’d love to stop hiding, at least in front of other boys, but he’s been through that talk with Yoongi million times and he knows trying again won’t change a thing.

“Our little Kookie seems a bit stressed today, right, hyung?”, Tae asks Jin, who just happens to block Jungkook’s view, which has been back of Yoongi’s head. Youngest’s gaze goes up to the oldest member of the band, who’s smiling lightly.

“Maybe a bit”, answers Jin. “He looks like a pirate”, everyone stop in the middle of their actions to look at Seokjin in confusion. “You know what he’d say on his eightyth birthday?”, there’s a wide smile on oldest’s face.

“Stop”, Yoongi’s reaction happens to be immediate and loud enough for everyone to hear clearly.

“Aye, matey!”, Jin finishes his joke, not minding Suga’s comment, just to start off with his histerical laughter that resembles windshield wipers. He then realizes he’s the only one laughing and walks off to a couch with a quiet whine, while others continue on with their actions.

Also Taehyung, as he doesn’t feel like stopping the massage he gives to the youngest member. His hands go lower, to the middle of boy’s back and he leans forward, closing his eyes and whimpering a little.

“Oh my God, hyung, this is so good”, Jungkook’s head falls forward as he begins to feel more and more relaxed.

“Kookie will fall asleep if you keep going”, Hoseok is the one to laugh.

“Then I hope he’ll sleep well”, Tae gives his cutest smile as the answer.

“Right there!”, Kookie slightly rises his voice, as V’s thumb pushes at the most pleasurable spot on his back. “Oh I will sleep like a baby after this”.

The minutes pass and unfortunately for Jungkook, Taehyung becomes tired and flops on a couch beside Jin to watch some YouTube video they find amusing, leaving the boy alone on a lonely chair.

“I think I’ll go to sleep”, says Kookie, standing up and stretching his arms over his head. He silently hopes Suga sees his belly showing while his shirt goes up.

“Goodnight”, says Namjoon, quietly.

As Kookie exits the room, Yoongi’s eyes dart up and pierce through Taehyung, who’s now clinging to Jin. Anger that builded up in Suga doesn’t want to chill, to calm down and let his heart fall back into it’s regular rhythm. Tae literally made Jungkook moan in front of him and the latter didn’t make a move to protest, he actually liked it!

Fury is boiling Yoongi’s blood, jealousy present as never before. He definitely feels something for that kid. It’s no longer the way it was in the beginning, when their relationship was a simple sex tention reliever. They’d meet up in manager’s office or in one of the bathrooms, just to get rid of the uneasy feeling in their pants.

The first time they did it, it was Kookie who came to Suga. The latter has never been more shocked than that day, when the words “Would you let me suck you off? You can close your eyes and pretend I’m a beautiful girl, hyung. Please”, left Maknae’s soft lips. At first Yoongi refused, thinking that younger male was either drunk or high as fuck, but then he gave up, as the boy started to plead. He pretended not to be attracted to Jungkook in any way, pretending not to feel the best head he’s ever gotten.

Next time, they went halfway, as Suga couldn’t help himself and had to kiss the younger man, to feel those amazing lips with his own. He had no power in himself to let go of them, and all they did was rub their dicks together while having a steamed up makeout session.

After a couple of times of doing that while sitting next to a bathroom wall between a shower and a sink, Jungkook willingly gave himself to Suga, literally begging the older male to have “real” sex with him.

And after that, Yoongi knew he will never be able to sleep with anyone other than the Maknae.

Without thinking, Yoongi gets up from his seat on the couch opposite from the one Jin, Namjoon and Tae sat on and goes towards the door with a blank expression.

“Where are you going, hyung?”, asks Jimin from the other side of the room and Suga now remembers he isn’t alone.

“To bed, Chim. Goodnight”, he says, barely looking over his shoulder.

“Goodnight”, answers the choir of five male voices, before Yoongi disappears behind the door. He doesn’t go to his room, he walks pass it, not even looking at the door. His pace fastens, when he remembers how angry he became at Kookie’s shameless whines caused by V’s sneaky hands with long fingers.

He doesn’t even knock at Jungkook’s door, he just opens it slowly, pretending not to be there. The room is already dark, though none of Kookie’s soft snores are audible.

“Who’s that?”, Suga hears Kookie’s raspy, sleepy voice somewhere in the dark. He doesn’t answer though, as he walks slowly towards boy’s bed, quietly locking the door. He kneels on the edge of Jungkook’s bed, making sure on to indicate who he is.

“Yoongi-hyung, is that you?”, the Maknae turns in his sheets, blindly finding Suga’s hand and squeezing it lightly. “Oh, it’s you, Oppa”, Yoongi can hear Kookie smile.

“How do you know?”, he asks, trying to keep his voice calm and cold, showing that he’s mad at his lover.

“You’re the only one that uses such perfumes, also, your fingers are long and skinny, the ones of a pianist, though they’re smaller than Tae’s”, at the mention of V, Yoongi remembers why he came into this room in the first place.

“Why did you let Taehyung touch you like that, boy?”, Kookie is startled as he doesn’t hear “baby boy”, but a lonely “boy” leaving his lover’s lips. Suga is angry. “Why, Jungkook?”

“It was a massage, nothing complex, Oppa. You saw everything”, Kookie sits up and turns on the lamp standing on a night stand next to the bed.

“That makes it even worse. You weren’t even bothered by the fact that I heard your moans, you little slut”, Suga barks out in anger, jealousy getting the best of him. He snaps his hand out of Kookie’s grasp, just to catch his wrists and put them over boy’s head, as he falls back on the bed, his legs spread for Yoongi like in an invitation.

“Oppa, I didn’t mean to make you angry, I’m sorry”, Jungkook says barely above the whisper. “A- are you jealous?”, happiness spreads around Kookie’s bloodstream and even though he tries, he can’t stop his smirk from appearing.

“What’s so funny to you, boy?”, Suga growls lowly, narrowing his eyes at the Maknae. He then grinds his hips against the other male’s, who lets out a huff. “You know what I’m about to do, little horny slut?”

“What is it, Oppa?”, Kookie licks his lips, not hiding his arousal. The fact that Yoongi got jealous over Tae’s massage makes Jungkook happy the way he hasn’t ever been before. His lover actually feels something for him. He just doesn’t know what.

“You’re going to be tied up and marked from head to toe. They’ll know you’re mine and nobody else’s”, Kookie’s breath hitches in his throat as Yoongi’s mouth attacks his Adam’s apple. The latter bites the skin and sucks on it, not hard enough to bruise yet, but to let younger male know what is going to happen. “Mine”.

“Oppa!”, Kookie breathes out, fidgeting in Suga’s grip a little. The older one lets go of his hands to unbuckle his belt and the Maknae takes this as an opportunity to tangle his fingers in his lover’s messy hair, which earns him a low grunt before his lips become locked with Yoongi’s. They swallow each other’s moans, both unconsciously griding their hips, creating a nice friction between their members and cloth separating the two of them.

Soon enough, Kookie’s hands are taken away from Suga’s head as the latter turns the boy around, so that his back is right against Yoongi’s chest, which gives him better access to boy’s arms. He ties them with his leather belt.

“Yoongi-hyung, it’s tight enough…”, whines Jungkook as Yoongi tightens his belt.

“What are you supposed to call me, boy?”, older male’s sentence is followed by a spank on Kookie’s butt.

“Sorry, Oppa. Sorry”, Jungkook is really bad at hiding his arousal, so his partner knows that he’s already into the right mood, just by hearing his voice. Younger man begins to whine, as Suga’s head dissappears under his shirt to leave bite marks and hickeys, one after another. It’s quite uncomfortable for Jungkook, sice his arms are tied together on his back and Yoongi’s movements lift his limbs, but he takes it like a good boy would.

Yoongi falls in trance, tracing imprecise shapes on boy’s back with his trained tongue. He starts off with Jungkook’s spine, as he licks it from the nape of his neck to the very bottom, where his boxers start. He then slowly bites his shoulder blades, forgetting about absolutely everything, not even listening to his lover’s quiet moans.

First hickey he leaves is in that one, soft spot on Kookie’s right side, over one of his cute moles.

“Oppa…”, Jungkook whines, his voice a mere whisper. “Please, it’s enough…”, he moves his hips back and forth, creating friction between his member and the bedsheets.

“Be a good boy and stay quiet”, says Suga, his voice firm and cold, as he stops Jungkook’s movements with his hands, his head still under younger man’s T-shirt.

By the time Yoongi is done with his partner’s back, it’s covered in all kinds of red bruises - bites, hickeys, scratches.

The temptation to take Kookie’s tight boxers off is a real pain to Yoongi, so to avoid going too fast, he turns his partner around.

And that’s a mistake.

Boy’s lewd expression, loud gasps and rock hard dick make Suga’s pants tighter than ever. Swallowed by lust, he attacks Maknae’s neck, leaving more hickeys and bite marks. Not being able to control himself, he grinds his hard member against Kookie’s hip, making the latter moan.

“O-Oppa!”, Jungkook’s whine is so loud, Yoongi is sure someone heard him. He doesn’t have the willpower to care though.

Suga’s hands are all over the other male’s body, while they kiss passionately, making Kookie’s moans almost silent.

“Yoongi-oppa, please, please…”, whines Jungkook, moving his hips ever so slightly.

“What do you want, baby boy?”

“I want you, Daddy”, Kookie whispers in an answer to his lover’s question, devilish smirk growing on is lips.

And that’s when Suga loses it.

He throws his shirt off and behind him with couple of swift moves, to then work his jeans off. Jungkook has no time to react, as his liver’s lips connect with his once again.

“You’re mine, Jeon Jungkook. Mine”, says Yoongi very quietly, barely moving his face from younger man’s.

“I am, Oppa”, Kookie opens his eyes to see Suga with his closed. “But are you mine as well?”, that question makes the older man open his eyes and look into his lover’s dark voids full of some soft heat that makes him question himself.

What does that mean? Does he want to know if Suga would let him top? Or does he want to know if he loves him? Does he still want a real relationship, the one without hididng?

“Are you mine, Yoongi-hyung? Are you mine the way I’m yours?”, the Maknae looks like a lost puppy when he asks again.

Yoongi decides not to waste any more time and simply listen to his heart, as he slowly leans down and touches his partner’s lips very gently with his own. The other gasps, not expecting such delicate gesture, but accepts it without second thought.

“I think so…”

“Do you love me?”, Kookie’s words are so very soft and quiet; his voice lightly creaks at the end of the sentence.

The whole situation is so abstract, no rationally thinking person would imagne it (self- roasting author here lmao). They’re both heated up like volcanos waiting to errupt, confessing their feelings, as if they’re at the beginning of high school affair.

“I- I don’t know”, answers Suga, watching Jungkook’s lips part a little.

“Good thing I do”, the Maknae gasps out, making his lover a little uneasy. “Untie me, please”.

Yoongi doesn’t hesitate to help the boy sit up after taking the leather belt off of his wrists.

“I love you, Min Yoongi”, Kookie says, casually wrapping his now lightly bruised arms around his partner’s waist and laying his forehead on his shoulder, which the latter doesn’t expect at all. “Ever since the beginning have I loved you”.

After a second of hesitation, Suga lets himself embrace the younger male back. Then they sit like that, wrapped in one another for a while, until Yoongi decides to speak.

“I might lo- love you as well”, he gets a bit flustered saying that to a bandmate, younger at that. He’s not entirely sure as to what he’s feeling; it’s strange.

“Then can we be boyfriends and stop hiding from the rest?”, Jungkook nuzzles Yoongi’s neck with the tip of his soft nose.

“Do you want to?”, the tone of the older male’s voice changes as he smirks slightly, alredy knowing the answer.

“I do”, Kookie laughs shyly.

“Then show me how much, baby boy”, Yoongi fits himself on top of Jungkookie’s left thigh and grinds against it. Then they start making out all over again, the younger man happier than ever.

It doesn’t take a long time before he’s laying on the pillows shirtless and gasping for air, while Suga searches for lube and condoms in a nightstand next to a bed. Once he succeeds, he works Kookie’s boxers off of him to reveal a leaking, usually big dick, already red with all the blood inside.

“Already so, Kookie?”, Yoongi smiles devilishly, touching his lover’s member with a single finger.

“Oh, don’t act like you’re better now, Oppa”, Jungkook sits up with a smirk and lays his whole hand over Suga’s clothed crotch.

“Such a brat”, laughs Yoongi before starting a new dance between their tongues.

Their hands roam on each other’s bodies, hums and whimpers mix as well as their breaths. In their bloodstream flows nothing other than pure ecstasy, lust and obviously love, which all together make Yoongi more confused than ever, but doesn’t make him stop.

During another few seconds, Kookie’s slender fingers slide his lover’s boxers off of his hips and down his thighs to reveal his needy member, also leaking with arousal.

The older male then opens the tube of lube, parting from Jungkook’s lips. He pours quite a big amount of liquid on fingers of his right hand and then warms it between them.

Kookie spreads his legs wider without hesitation, as Yoongi’s pointing finger massages his hole.

“Mh… Finally”, the boy whines, smiling slightly.

The situation changes within minutes and the Maknae is a whining and gasping mess as three of Suga’s fingers curl inside of him, hitting his prostate every time. The boy bites down on the pillow nearby him, trying to minimize his moans so that nobody hears them.

“It’s too late, baby boy…”, whispers Yoongi into is lover’s ear. “I bet they heard you already… You can let them know I’m not done yet, darling”, the older man smiles at what he said right before rubbing his dick against his lover’s and making him moan loudly. “Exactly, just like that”

It all goes downhill from there.

Suga takes his fingers out of Kookie’s ass to then put a condom on and coat his cock with lube, not to hurt the Maknae in any way. Then he pushes the head of it against younger’s mentioned entrance, licking his lips at the sight of Jungkook’s flushed face and sound of his high pitched whimper.

“Oh… The tongue technology”, the Maknae gasps out, making Yoongi smirk and stick his tongue out for a second.

When the older’s dick is already deep inside, he bents over and kisses the younger one with his mouth open. He slides his tongue against the other’s palate couple of times to then let their tongues dance one more time and pull away, slightly thrusting his hips backwards, to pull out a little and make Kookie moan like crazy.

“You said something about my tongue?”

“I love it, you know… Oppa”, Jungkook wraps his arms tightly around Suga’s shoulders, bringing him closer. He then whispers, “Fuck me so hard that when you finish and ask me how much is two plus two I’m gonna scream your name, Daddy”

He doesn’t have to repeat himself, because his words are enough for Suga to start punding him into the mattress so hard boy’s eyes roll up into his skull and strained scream escapes his throat.

“You yourself brought this upon you, baby boy”, Suga whispers, feeling the Maknae’s tight ass over his rock hard cock.

Kookie’s throaty shouts fill the the room illuminated only by a dim light of a small lamp on a nightstand, as his nails dig into his lover’s back and scratch down in the direction of Suga’s narrow hips.

“Oh- Oh GOD!”, the boy does everythiung in his power to keep himself looking into the eyes of his lover, since he knows how much he loves it, but he simply can’t. He wiggles under Suga’s moving body, his head hitting the pillows over and over again, the pleasure from Yoongi’s cock pounding his prostate too much to endure.

Suga can feel himself nearing the edge as well, but decides to ignore it and focus on the boy underneath him first. He slows his thrustst down to minimum, while caressing Maknae’s left cheek and kissisng him softly, like he has never done before.

“O- Oppa, I love you so much”, Jungkook speaks softly, with his eyes unfocused and hooded with his lids. “I’m so close, please, let me… Let me, Daddy”

Yoongi doesn’t realize it himself at first, but he comes with one more thrust, all while simply looking at younger’s expression.

“Oppa…? Did you…”

“I did”, Suga moans out, riding his orgasm out and then pulling out of the boy. “But don’t worry… Remember what you said about my tongue?”

Jungkook has no time for reaction, as Yoongi lowers himself on his body, grabs his dick with his whole hand and starts pumping it rythmically.

“Yoongi!”, the younger male sits up rapidly, his eyes widening at the sensation.

His lover then, looking into his eyes, licks the tip of his throbbing and leaking precum cock, which makes him release a high-pitched moan.

Suga twirls his skilled tongue around the tip of younger’s dick, then takes his time to slowly take it into his mouth and allow the very top of it touch the back of his throat. Kookie hums in delight, tangling his fingers in Suga’s fluffy hair.

Then, as the older one wants to make his lover moan and possibly scream, he puts one of his fingers into Kookie’s - now loose - hole and quickly finds his prostate, taking the Maknae by surprise and making him squeek. He also doesn’t waste more time at teasing, knowing Jungkook is close enough to end the whole process in mere minutes, and starts to bob his head up and down quickly, while sucking his cheeks in and rubbing boy’s prostate not so gently.

Jungkook’s hums and whimpers change into loud moans and then into screams as he can’t take the heat in his lower abdomen anymore and releases into his bandmate’s mouth, too preoccupied with his own screaming to be able to warn him.

He then, acting only on his instinct, grabs Yoongi’s head with both of his hands (falling on his back and arching it because of the sensations) and pushes it downwards, getting his member into rapper’s throat and spilling his own cum out of his mouth, which the latter doesn’t expect, as normally, anyone other’s dick would ache already.

“Rub it, rub it”, Jungkook’s voice is hoarse and raspy as he quickly, but only a little, moves his hips to make Suga know he means his prostate.

Yoongi does as the younger male wants and then a loud squeal leaves boy’s mouth, as Suga feels his cock twitch a couple of times and then release something warm into his throat, which isn’t necessarily pleasurable.

“Did I just discover another one of your kinks, baby boy?”, Suga asks after laying himself next to his lover. Kookie nods shyly. “Overstimulation… I didn’t expect that, darling”, he lets him know with a quiet chuckle.

Before the older one falls asleep, he uses his shirt to clean his boyfriend’s belly and thigs out of their cum and turns off the light, to then slowly lay himself next to now calm, but still too overpowered by the intensivity of his orgasm to move, Kookie and cover them with a blanket.

“I love you, Jeon Jungkook”, he whispers, now sort of more sure of his feelings.

He then falls asleep to the quiet words “I always loved you and love you now”.

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lipsasredasblooddd-blog · 7 years ago

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I’ll Love You Forever xxx [Snow Queen]

In which Snow arrives at the manor after having opened the Gates of the Underworld and become human again...

[tw for like idk bloodsucking, weirdo vampire things]

@darkqueen-eva

SNOW: Snow had a heart that beat.

And lungs that breathed.

And flesh that was easily torn.

She’d forgotten about that part, when she’d stepped triumphantly from the gates, waiting for her magic to flow into her again. Her body still felt--empty without it. And when she’d announced it to that damn bird he’d gone into such a tizzy he had scratched and clawed and snapped at her beautiful face.

Snow had laughed. She’d laughed because each spike of pain had been so beautifully human. She had fallen to her knees and she’d laughed and cried, until her eye was gone, until she had long claw marks down her beautiful face.

The hospital had been shocked at the damage and her wounds had been cleaned. There was nothing they could do about her eye, but she was unsurprised by that. They’d put gauze over it and given her a gaudy eye patch and sent her on the way the next morning, after there had been no sign of infection. (A surprise, that dirty, ugly bird.) She’d been given antibiotics and painkillers of all things and had to stop by the pharmacy to get a prescription filled. As long as she did not look in any mirrors, she was delighted by all this mundanity.

She had Ubered back to the estate and hopped out of the car late the afternoon after her plan had gone awry. Her heart was beating loud and fierce in her chest. She was nervous. And she knew that Eva would be able to tell. Still, she tossed her matted, unwashed hair (she would have to take a proper bath, maybe Eva would wash her hair, if she wasn’t so angry) and flounced up the steps.

Frou Frou greeted her first, padding up to her silently and sniffing from a few feet away. Her lip curled up in a warning growl.

“Frou, my sweet, it’s mummy,” she cooed at the big cat, whose ears flicked in confusion. Not even her voice sounded the same, hardly as melodic. “Come here, my sweet.” She wiggled her fingers and crouched down, unafraid of her pet.

Frou prowled towards her, swishing her gigantic tail across the marble floor, but she nudged her nose against Snow’s good cheek and Snow put her fingers in the leopard’s fur as the cat began to purr.

Her eyes flicked up when she sensed someone watching her and saw Eva hovering at the top of the stairs.

“Hallo, mein für immer,” she smiled softly and stood once again.

EVA: Eva knew what had happened the moment Snow stepped back into town, and that sweet, spicy scent of her blood wafted and Eva’s hand curled on the pages of the book she had been reading, her head snapping up as if hearing the cry of a baby from across the room. The page tore.

Eva was not stupid; she had heard whispers around the town, especially after those hounds had wreaked havoc. There were ways one could change back from being a vampire, but Eva had not thought Snow so utterly foolish as to actually do so.

Surely Snow knew that she was not going to become a sorceress again--vampirism destroyed any and all other magic within a person. Should they shed that virus, that curse, that blessing (the nomenclature shifted from coven to coven, from country to country, from time period to time period), somehow, with Dark Magic, with a portal to a different world, with an ancient artifact older than the concept of writing (there were rumors, many, of how one could go about doing so), one would only revert themselves to a blank slate of no magic. A Mundus.

A boring, pathetic, powerless Mundus, who had nothing special to offer the world except sweet blood to spill.

Eva stood on the top of the stairs, hands folded across her chest, watching Frou Frou hesitate at Snow’s feet.

Eva could hear Snow breathing, she could hear Snow’s heart beat, the rush of blood through her veins. And Eva would be lying if she did not find the idea of sinking her fangs into the side of Snow’s neck tempting.

“What have you done?” snarled Eva, but then Snow lifted her face and Eva saw the eyepatch, the jagged lines of red across the still beautiful porcelain skin and at once, she dropped her arms and in a moment had glided down the steps. “Who did this to you?” she said, her voice suddenly soft, but then she steeled herself again, pulling away. “Look at what happens,” she said, her voice a blade again, ready to cut, slice, stab, “when you meddle in things you should not.”

SNOW: Snow did flinch a bit at Eva’s snarl.

She knew that her lover would be angry with her, which was only--fair. And, she knew that Eva would really never do anything to hurt her, but in this fragile new body, face still sore from the fucking bird, she was just a touch jumpy, could you blame her?

But she stood, and she lifted her chin proudly, like nothing was bothering her, even if she knew the fluttering of her heart betrayed her. She would stand tall anyway, because she was going to be firm in her decision. She would not let Eva guilt her out of a beating heart again. She would not be fooled. She was no longer naive and foolish, she had lived (even if she had been dead) for three hundred years.

Scoffing, she moved her face back from Eva outstretched hand (though, part of her wanted to feel the coldness of her against the warmth of her skin.)

“You don’t get to do that,” she snapped right back, with a pout. “Be concerned and angry at the same time. Choose one. I chose what I wanted. Admittedly, it did not go quite as planned.” She huffed, and loved the feeling of air in her lungs, how her snort purposefully emphasized her point.

EVA: She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Three hundred years, and Snow still acted like a bratty adolescent at times. Snow, clearly, did not understand the implications of what she had done, did not understand a mother’s love and how one could be so utterly filled with concern and adoration and love, yet to the brim with anger and frustration.

“Why did you do it?” said Eva, simply, though her voice was still sharp. “Your flesh can be torn so easily, your bones broken, your hair ripped. Your skin will age and your vision weaken. Is it worth it, in the end, so that you might feel sunlight and air?” She drilled her gaze into Snow White.

“I am worried, for you mein liebling,” she said, and now her voice was softer. “The world may be softer now, but there are still dangers lurking at every corner. As a human, you are weak.” She scoffed, but her eyes lingered on the vein in Snow’s neck. She could hear the blood rushing through and felt a twinge of thirst lick up in her.

Snow’s blood had been the sweetest she’d ever tasted.

She flicked her gaze back to Snow’s icy blue eye.

“Now, who did that?”

SNOW: Snow wanted to lift her hand up and do that thing where you open and close your fingers and your thumb to look like a mouth as Eva went on and on about all the things that could happen to her now that she was human, like Snow was a child, like Snow had not thought of that. Of course she had. She knew what being human was like, remembered better than Eva. That was the problem--she had missed it. Being invincible was only fun for so long.

And, to her credit, she had been planning to have her powers back. Her powers were enough to protect her, she was confident.

At the mention of her wound again, Snow did lift her hand, still pouting.

“A damn raven,” Snow pouted. “His name’s Diablo. He was cursed. I told him I would help him if he helped me. As soon as I realized I didn’t have powers, he attacked me like a spineless bastard.”

Snow’s hand clenched into a fist. She didn’t need vampire strength to snap a little bird’s neck.

“I was supposed to have my powers,” she added, by way of explanation, voice still whining.

EVA: Eva clucked her tongue in disapproval. Supposed to have her powers, ha. A little foresight would have warned Snow of this. Vampirism wiped the body clean--of magic, of life, of blood. Reverting it would give one a clean body--no powers.

But pretty little Snow always got what she wanted, sometimes losing sight of what that could mean in the long run. And this time, it seemed, was no exception.

Eva could scold Snow. She could pull back her teeth and snarl and scare off Snow White, and Snow would run off into the woods and likely trip and fall and twist her ankle in such a precious human way. And it would be a cold, bitter end for Snow White, lost in the woods.

That could happen.

Instead, Eva sighed, a breath of air that she did not need, and held out her arm, gesturing for Snow to come closer.

“Of course, mein liebling,” she said, softly. “We can deal with this bird later. You can enjoy your little human indulgences; the world is not as dangerous now, it seems, perhaps you will be fine. I will be here should anything happen, should you change your mind once more. Come, child, let me hold you, I’ve missed your heartbeat so.”

SNOW: Snow as feeling very much the petulant child right now, her lip jutted out and her eyes welling up with tears. She was just so annoyed. Diablo had betrayed her. Her beautiful face was a mess, and what was worse: she didn’t have her powers back. The thing she yearned for most in this world.

The second thing she yearned for? Right in this moment? Eva’s embrace.

She was no fool in thinking that Eva wasn’t extraordinarily pissed at her, but, she wasn’t afraid of her. She’d never been afraid of Eva, even when she’d first shown up on her apothecary doorstep, looking heartbroken and so beautiful and feeling like something dangerous.

When Eva opened her arms, Snow didn’t hesitate to skitter into them like a frightened animal seeking its burrow.

Eva was cold, but even her cold and Snow’s warmth wasn’t unfamiliar to her--just lost, like a distant memory. It came back to her quickly now, and she pressed her good cheek into Eva’s shoulder, wrapping her arms around her love’s waist. She felt safest here, safe and warm, even if Eva’s temperature made her shiver slightly.

“You’ll take care of me, though, won’t you?” Snow asked, tilting her head back to catch Eva’s eye. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

EVA: She cupped Snow’s chin in her hand, stroking the pale cheek. Snow’s skin was no longer the stark white of a vampire--still pale, though there was color, there was blush, a flush of blood flowing through her veins. It would take a trained eye to notice, an eye familiar with every curve of Snow’s face.

“Of course I will,” Eva murmured. She could feel Snow’s heartbeat, smell the sweet, spicy scent of her blood. Oh, how precious this little one was now. So easily broken. All the more to protect.

She pressed her cold lips to Snow’s forehead, and the scent of blood filled her nostrils. Eva inhaled deeply, overcome with emotion. She wanted to taste Snow again. She wanted to hold Snow close. She wanted nothing to happen to her beloved. She wanted to find that bird and crush him. She wanted to kiss her darling, as if it were the first time.

And she did. Tilting Snow’s face up towards her, Eva leaned in to kiss her, softly, gently.

And she felt Snow’s heart beating quickly, like a little rabbit and Eva smiled into the kiss.

SNOW: Snow sighed, a real, honest to god sigh, at Eva’s words. It felt weird, the air swishing in and out of her lungs, but she loved it all the same. She loved that a sigh was satisfying now, that it made her feel warmer and lighter all at once. That was what she had missed the most (besides her magic), she had missed feeling.

Vampires feelings were duller. Yes, emotionally, they had the same capacity. Eva still loved Snow immensely. But, Snow knew that when she kissed Snow now, Eva’s heart did not flutter like Snow’s did. She couldn’t feel the emotion rushing in her head and down through to her toes.

It felt big and wonderful all at once, like the first time again.

Eva’s lips had been cold then, and Snow’s had been warm, and she’d never felt such warmth before, despite Eva.

It had thrilled her and it thrilled her now, as she shivered, delighting in the way that the feeling fluttered through her, made her feel so, so light, like she was going to float right up to the ceiling.

“I love you,” she whispered when they broke the kiss. One of her hands was over Eva’s cold, still heart, but it didn’t matter--because she loved her anyway. Snow smiled brightly. “I love you, I can feel it.”

EVA: She had not seen a smile on Snow’s face so bright and so brilliant in a very long time. In their past few meetings, though they would always crash together again in a violent fervor, there hadn’t been that level of joy that Eva had once seen across Snow’s face. That had been one of the reasons she had fallen in love with Snow, all those years ago. She was the brightness in a dark, lonely world that Eva belonged to.

Three hundred years later, Snow was still her light, but perhaps her brightness, her warmth, had been stifled. Perhaps it had been Eva’s fault (though she would not admit that--she was just trying to keep her little flame safe).

But now she shone. She burned. She was warm and her heart beat, and Eva held Snow closely to her body, feeling that warmth.

If Eva could still cry, she knew that there would be tears trickling from her eyes right now.

It had been so long, though.

“I love you so,” said Eva, bringing her lips back to Snow, kissing her deeper, then pulling away. “After all these years, my heart only stirs at the thought of you.”

She leaned forward to kiss Snow again, her hand curling in Snow’s long dark hair. Eva could hear Snow’s blood rush, and her own thirst grew stronger. She pulled away abruptly.

“Forgive me, darling,” she said, her voice breathless. “It’s been a long time since I’ve smelled your blood.”

SNOW: Snow smiled into the kiss again, it took her a moment to rein in her unbridled joy.

This was all she had wanted. This spark, the passion blooming warm in her gut at Eva’s words, at her touch, at her kisses. It made Snow want to bury against Eva’s strong chest. It took her back to when she was just 21, really 21, so young and wanting to see the world. Her heart so caring and gentle, and Eva had molded it. She made it smile, she made it stronger. Snow’s heart had never beat so surely until she’d met Eva.

And even now, she remembered that feeling. It had not gone far, even if she could not conjure it up until now.

Snow chuckled when Eva pulled away. Chuckled and pouted, swaying her hips some. She was--after all--a little high on painkillers.

“You can have a taste if you like,” Snow offered, shaking her hair out of the way. “Though, I must warn you, I did lose quite a bit of blood last night.”

EVA: She ran her fingers down Snow’s pale neck, feeling the blood pulsing in her aorta. It had been so long since she’d tasted blood as sweet as Snow’s. Eva flicked her eyes to Snow’s, her thumb on Snow’s throat.

“I will be careful with you,” she said, her voice soft, and she leaned forward to press her lips against Snow’s. She kissed Snow deeply, then pulled slightly away, trailing her kisses across Snow’s sharp jawline, the curve where it met her neck, and then down even still.

Her thirst was growing stronger, Snow’s scent filling her with each kiss. She ran her tongue across Snow’s neck and nearly trembled, the blood so intoxicating.

Slowly, she bit down, and at once nearly moaned in pleasure, gripping onto Snow tightly.

SNOW:

Snow knew that she would, be careful, that is. She trusted Eva, which was funny, seeing as Eva, at times had made her life a living hell. Even then, though, Eva had never hurt her. Not physically anyways, she’d never even come close. She’d always touched Snow like she was something precious, which was what had Snow coming back time after time, even amongst the lies and the hurt and the jealousy.

And now, her heart thrummed in anticipation. There was a little prick of pain, but it just made Snow shudder and she sucked in a breath of air. Eva pulled her closer, tight enough that she would leave bruises, but Snow didn’t care.

She tilted her neck, let Eva drink her fill. It made her head rush, dizzy with arousal and blood loss. This was what she had missed, this was what she had wanted. Being human meant she felt all these sensations so--realistically. It no longer felt like there was a film screen between her and the rest of the world.

She was alive.

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