“Seokmin!” I scream, laying flat on my back in bed.
I knew my boyfriend was home, he came up and said hey twenty minutes ago. He left to go back downstairs after giving me a quick kiss, not even noticing that I was dressed in lingerie and horny as fuck.
I get no response once again so I huff, pouting my lip out. Grunting, I lift myself up from the bed and strip down naked before leaving the room. Maybe he would pay attention to me if my boobs were hanging out. I walk down to the basement where I could hear his video game shaking the walls of the house.
“Baby,” I contort my face into the cutest puppy face I can manage as I make it down the stairs.
I turn into the living room where he was, sat on the edge of the couch. Just like I had thought, he had the Xbox controller in his hands, headset thrown over his messy hair carelessly. Some stupid ass shooting game was on the screen, and everytime he got shot at he would curse out whoever was on the other side of the call. I walk over to him, lowering down to sit next to him with my hand on his shoulder.
“Hi baby,” he rushes out really fast, turning his head and kissing my cheek quickly before looking back at his game. “Oh nothing. It’s just my girlfriend.”
Just his girlfriend? I frown. He wasn’t paying attention to me, he didn’t even realize I was fucking naked next to him. Naked. Like I was wearing his favorite thing on me; nothing, and he didn’t notice. I’d just have to make him.
“Seokmin baby,” I breathe out seductively, leaning closer to lightly kiss his ear.
“Not now Princess, Oppa’s playing the game with Hansol,” he says absently.
“But Seokmin,” I whine.
“Baby girl, I promise I’ll come up to bed in a few hours okay? Just let me play, this is a brand new~ Holy shit Vernon was that a no scope shot?! Fuck yeah dude!”
“Hell yeah it was! That was fucking sick man!” I can hear Vernon yell in excitement through the headset.
“Ugh fuck this.”
I stand up and move in front of Seokmin, his head darting to the side immediately so he could see around me, his hands furiously working on his controller buttons. He doesn’t say a word and keeps his attention on the TV screen as I push against his shoulders. He complies willingly and scoots back until he’s leaning against the couch cushions. I climb onto his lap, straddling his hips and he moves his arms to wrap around me, thumbs pounding on the controller buttons behind my back.
“Ahh fuck! Stop killing me you little fucker!”
Vernon’s adorable laugh reaches my ears and usually I would Awh at the sound but right now I was horny and on a mission.
“Baby it’s-” Seokmin looks at me for a brief second, but does a double take, his eyes roaming over my body. His face contorts from confusion to shock. “Why are you-”
“What?” I ask, tilting my head. I slowly grind my hips down and he bites his lip, hard.
“Wait yeah. Yeah Hansol I’m still here sorry,” Seokmin goes back to his game without so much as a second glance and I roll my eyes in annoyance, grinding down harder. My boyfriend sucks in a sharp breath, and his body tenses under me.
“Dude are you alright?” Vernon asks on the headset and I roll my hips at a quicker pace. The rough fabric of Seokmin’s jeans felt good on my swollen clit and I let out a soft moan.
“Y-yeah,” Seokmin stutters, whining in the back of his throat. All of the sudden he snaps to the side. “Dude where the hell are you? How do you know this map so damn well already?”
“I studied it,” Vernon answers.
“Fucking cheater,” Seokmin grumbles, his brows furrowing with the intensity of his stupid game.
He was looking around my body to see the TV again, the short attention he had on me gone. I push myself off of his lap and drop to my knees in front of him. His breathing gets shallow as I unbutton and unzip his pants, pulling them down his legs with a little struggle. Once they’re down at his ankles, I reach back up and grab his boxers. He lifts his hips up so I can tug them down to where his jeans were, his half hard cock flopping against his thigh. I push his knees apart and crawl between them until I can grab him in my hand, him gasping above me.
“I’m good dude,” he says. “Fuck! Will you stop killing me already damn it! Let me get one kill in on you, just one. Please?”
“Really? Are you begging?” Vernon laughs.
“Yes! I’m desperate, I just want to kill you one-” Seokmin moans loudly when I suddenly swallow his throbbing tip down my throat. I swirl my tongue around and bob my head on his cock a few times, easily getting him completely hard. “Fuck. Sorry, I had a stomach cramp suddenly.”
“Ahh. I hate those,” Vernon says. “But okay. I’ll let you kill me. Come find me first though.”
“That’s not fair! Fuck wait..” Seokmin breathes heavily through his nose, looking up at me when I straddle him again and sink down onto his cock.
“Wait what?” Vernon asks.
“Nothing man, I’m coming to find you.”
Seokmin pats his shoulder, looking right into my eyes so I lean forward and bury my face into his neck, my arms wrapping around. This way he could see a little over my body and keep playing. I start moving and I close my eyes. Finally, relief.
“At least give me a hint,” Seokmin speaks, clearing his throat when his voice cracks. I slowly lift my hips up and drop back down on his cock, setting a slow pace.
“A hint? I’m camping behind a clown,” Vernon says.
“Dude the entire map is an abandoned carnival! There are clowns everywhere!”
Vernon starts laughing hysterically, quite loudly and Seokmin thought it was okay to let out a groan. He brushes it off when Vernon, again, asks if he’s alright.
“Let’s hurry and finish this round. I want to be the last kill.”
“I already promised you last kill, but you have to come find me.”
I bare my teeth over Seokmin’s sweaty neck and bite down, nibbling gently. He came home from practice and jumped on the game without taking a shower first, so his hard work from today was still glazed over his body. I moan into his ear and he grunts, his hips jerking up.
“Oh fuck Seokmin,” I whimper, licking at his neck. “Again baby.”
He moans and wraps his arms tight around my hips, his controller digging into my back as he thrusts up again.
“Shit.. Yes baby girl..” Seokmin breathes out.
“Dude? What the hell are you doing?”
“G-gotta go Vernon, I have to go. Let’s play tomorrow.”
I hear the game controller fall to the floor and I sit up straight to watch Seokmin rip his headset off and throw it far across the room. I smile at him and he puckers his lips up at me, begging for a kiss. I give him what he wants, pushing our mouths together and moaning when he grabs my hips and grinds into me.
“Fucking naughty,” he whispers. “Riding my dick while I’m playing the game. Such a bad baby girl.”
“Seokmin,” I whine, gasping when he thrusts up into me sharply.
“Give me your hands,” he says and I place them on top of his on my hips. He moves and laces our fingers together, keeping our lips locked as he squeezes my hands in his. “Move Princess..”
Slowly, I lift myself off of his thighs and drop back down, both of us releasing noises into each other’s mouths.
“Again..” He moans. I continuously lift myself up and slam back down until I’m bouncing in my boyfriends lap, whimpers leaving my mouth. “I can’t concentrate on my game with your sexy ass sat on my dick baby.”
“Sorry,” I pull away and moan, not sorry at all.
“Mhmm,” he groans, rocking his hips up into mine and meeting my bounces. I throw my head back and bite my lip.
“That’s right baby. Say my name,” Seokmin’s nails dig into the back of my hands as he squeezes them tightly, his hips thrusting up faster.
“Deeper,” I beg.
“Like this baby?” My boyfriend shifts his angle, his body sliding a little down and his cock slipping further inside me.
“Just like that,” I breathe out, rolling my body in a grind.
“Fuck baby you’re so fucking beautiful,” Seokmin pants as I ride him, his hips lifting up slightly to meet my powerful bounces. He pulls our connected hands towards his face and kisses my wrists, trailing up the inside of my arms. “I love you so fucking much.”
“Fuck. Baby I’m gonna,” my chest heaves up and down as I quicken my pace, lifting up and slamming back down onto his thighs. Our sweaty skin was slapping together so loudly, bouncing off of the basement walls as his cock pushed inside and pulled back out.
“Come on Princess. All over Oppa’s cock baby girl,” he grits out, rocking up roughly and pushing in so deep.
“Fuck!” My body trembles on top of Seokmin’s as I come, my hands crushing his as I scream.
He keeps thrusting into me, helping me through until I’m shaking with over sensitivity. I clench around him and he groans and grunts, throwing his head back against the couch. He had sweat dripping down the sides of his beautiful face. I watch as his stomach flexes, his breathing becoming quicker by the second. His thrusting gets sloppier and he squeezes his eyes closed as he moans out my name, his cock jerking inside of me.
“Oh fuck. Fuck yeah Princess,” he releases himself inside me, his cock slowly pushing in and pulling back out to milk himself dry. Once he’s done he opens his eyes and stares at me.
“You good?” I ask him and he lazily smiles, gently pulling on my hands and bringing me to his damp chest. He lets go of my hands to wrap his arms around me, his long nails softly scratching up and down my back. I snuggle my face into his neck, leaving a kiss under his ear.
“I love you,” he whispers, lovingly kissing along my bare shoulder.
“I love you too.”
(Different P.O.V than normal. Hope that’s okay guys)
An unknown climber soloing Slippery Jim over at The Roaches.
I kind of forget sometimes how much green there actually is at The Roaches, it’s such a beautiful spot. I’ve always said it’s my favorite spot but obviously it’s all down to personal opinion. I think your favorite spot is always the first one you go to, your local crag always holds a special place in your heart, like your first love; it just captivates you, feeds your love for the outdoors and adventure.
Always feed your good things in life, it’s all just one big moment that we need to start making it worthwhile
Pairing: Eric/OC *Sarah* Fandom: Divergent Rating: M - This story portrays sensitive subjects with multiple trigger warnings. Read on with caution.
She’s bound to a monster. And he has personality issues.
A/N: Okay, so this was a long time coming. My work is on other sites and I think it’s about time I shared in the world of Tumblr. Enjoy :)
As of 16th April ‘17, this story is under editing.
Sarah hears him before she sees him, the clomping boots and multiple voices, but his is the loudest. The door is most likely kicked open and she stands hurriedly, almost knocking the chair over and smoothes her skirt.
He stands heads taller than her, his shoulders filling the frame with a thick wodge of A4 paper notes in his hand. When he looks up his eyes are cold, disinterested and he gives her a tilted look. “Who are you?” His voice is deep, hinting on amusement that some imbecile has dared creep into his room.
Cold. Geralt felt the cold
against his cheek. The rock and grit
sheltered his vision. A few slow blinks
made them scatter. Thick dust clogging his lungs making it hard to breath. He felt energy gently reappear into his muscles. He tried his hardest to push himself up from
the uneven earthy ground that currently supported his limp weight. His muscles creaked and wobbled like they
were going to snap like fragile bits of splinter. As he steadily came into consciousness, he tried
to breathe more calmly and rhythmic like.
However, his body blurted out coughs of rejection. Was this even air? The horrific stench that owned the place was
so abominable. Geralt rubbed his face as
he stood up. Blurred vision finally
merged into one. Darkness.
Feeling his lips on the inside of your thigh was driving you mad. Your wrists fought against the restraints as your legs trembled from anticipation, his strong arms holding them apart as your entire body is spread for him to see.
“Crotchless panties on our wedding day, Mrs. Reid?” he smirks as he tisks, “tsk tsk tsk…such a naughty woman.”
Feeling his tongue trace the dollop of fat at the dip of your thigh, you kick your leg out as you groan, your body shifting to try and meet his tongue with your lower lips.
“And so impatient,’ he coos, his devilish eyes flickering up at you as you huff.
“Well, it was your idea to take an entire month off from sex before our special day,” you say through gritted teeth.
“I told you I would make it worth your while,” Spencer muses innocently.
“Please…” you whine.
Feeling him shift between your legs, Spencer finally presses his lips to your dripping ones, your back arching as you try to press yourself deeper onto his face.
“Patience,” he says, drawing his face back as you kick your legs out.
“Spencer!” you yell into the room.
“Oh, I’ll make you scream,” he mutters, dipping his tongue between you, lapping at your juices as they spew onto the bed.
“Mmmmm,” he moans, the sounds vibrating your core as you squirm underneath him, his tongue flattening against your clit as you draw your legs up to your hips, your heels resting on his back.
“Oh…oh please,” you beg, your hips bucking against him as his hands rise to press against your stomach, holding your body in place as your arms rip at the restraints.
“I want to feel you,” you whisper desperately, your wrists yanking at the restraints as you feel your core begin to jump.
“No! No!” you yelp, bucking your hips at him as you feel him crawl back up your body, your chest and face flushed with your impending orgasm.
“No fun in making it worth your while…”
Feeling him slowly slide into you, his hands intertwined with yours as you both groan in response, he dips his lips to your ear as he whispers, “…if you can’t hold out.”
Whimpering as he begins to slowly pump, your hips raise to meet his every stroke as your eyes flutter open, catching his beautiful hazel eyes as your jaw slowly begins to unhinge.
Feeling Spencer let go of your hands, his fingertips tracing down your arms, coming down to cup your breasts, he brings one of your nipples to his mouth as he sucks it between his teeth, your back arching to meet his face as he holds himself steady above you, keeping time with the beating of your heart as he begins to pant.
“I love you…I love you so much,” he whispers.
You knew what that meant.
Bucking your hips harder up to him, his thrusting growing ragged as you whimper for any release, you feel him twitch inside of you, his seed coating your walls as your jaw begins to tremble, his body slowly collapsing onto yours as he peppers kisses into your neck.
“I love resting inside of you,” he murmurs against your skin.
Panting as you feel his hand travel up your torso, he slowly undoes both of your wrist restraints, your arms collapsing at your sides as they begin to tingle.
And then, out of nowhere, you feel yourself being toppled over, your legs straddling Spencer’s quickly-rising dick as he situates your hips on top of his, his pelvis grinding into you as his length grows inside of you once again.
Grabbing the headboard as you look down upon your husband, his eyes clamped shut and his teeth gritted, you slowly rock your hips, his chest flushing quickly as you begin bouncing your ass on top of him, your breasts flailing against your body as a hand reaches up and cups your right one.
“Oh, god, Y/N,” he moans, his eyes fluttering open and closed as you begin to bounce harder, your hands releasing the headboard and plummeting to his body, yourbreasts bouncing in his face.
“Oh…fuck,” he bites, his legs growing taut as your hands find leverage against his chest.
“Oh, Spencer…Spencer…yeeeeeees,” you moan, throwing your head back.
You could feel your impending, and well-deserved, orgasm wafting back to the surface.
But like a cat out of dodge, Spencer flips you over, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he begins to pound into you, your fingertips barring into his thighs as he throws his head back, letting out a primal groan as he coats your insides for the second time that night, leaving you breathless…
“No….no, no, no,” you breathe, shaking your head side to side as you feel tears prickling the back of your eyes.
Feeling Spencer’s panting breath on the side of your neck, you turn your face to his as he kisses your lips lightly, a smile cresting his cheeks as he murmurs, “A house full of kids…right?”
Feeling your lips tremble, a tear escaping the side of your eye and rolling across your face, you open your eyes to take in the sparkling midnight sea that was the eyes of your husband, his smile broad and beautiful as you nod your head.
“Yes,” you whisper.
“Good,” he says, grasping at your waist and flipping you over, a yelp escaping your lips as he pulls your hips up, his throbbing length rubbing the inside of your leg as he bends down to your ear, nibbling it lightly before whispering, “Open wide.”
Slamming into you, your head tossing itself off to the side as your arms lurch out to grasp the sheets around you, you let out a scream as Spencer grabs your hair, his thrusts bucking you hard against the bed as your eyes roll into the back of your skull.
And all you heard was Spencer repeating your name, like a chant or a prayer, his body dropping down onto your back as his balls begin to smack your clit, causing your legs to begin to shake.
And then you heard it.
“I love you…I love you so much. So, so much.”
And like clockwork, your beautiful, sweating husband’s thrusts become ragged, your body limp like a ragdoll as you moan and groan into your pillow, your eyes fluttering closed as your core begins to churn.
You knew he wasn’t going to let you off this easy.
Feeling him grunt, his body stiffening as he, for the third time that night, pours himself into you, his teeth biting into your shoulder as your body begins to shudder, you feel him wrap his arms around your waist as your legs buckle, his dick flying out of you for the first time that night as your body collapses to the floor, your ass still in the air as his juices overflow your pulsing, swollen caverns and running down your leg.
The pattern repeated itself well into the early morning hours, your body aching from the lack of release as Spencer…somehow…found a way to continue to pump himself into you, his body quivering from all the work as you laid there, your mouth open and your throat dry, from screaming out his name as the two of you soak the sheets with your various bodily fluids.
He wanted you in every position you could muster: hanging off of the bed, straddling him in the chair, riding him backwards so he could watch your ass bounce, missionary style so he could look into your eyes, up against the wall with the crooks of your legs around his arms so he could fold you in half and shake the pictures, doggy style so he could pound your body without hurting your aching muscles.
And still…absolutely no orgasm for you.
After determining that the bed was no longer suited to sleep on, Spencer grabs the pillows and pulls them down onto the floor, followed by the comforter of the king size bed as you come down from your high from the latest debacle of acquiring rug-burn on your back as Spencer had sweetly peppered your neck with kisses.
And as he propped a pillow up under your head, all you could do was sob.
You were an absolute mess: tear-stained cheeks, a permanently flushed chest, his dried up juices in various dribbles down your legs, your twitching muscles causing involutary jumps as your hoarse voice managed to pop out even the breathiest of squeaks
And still, Spencer tucked your hair behind your ear, his haggard and trembling body gazing upon you lovingly as you laid on the hotel floor of your wedding night, his lips lightly peppering your face as the tears begin to waft once again down your face, your entrance throbbing with the sound beating it had taken over the past few hours.
And then…his lips traveled to your neck.
And then? To your breasts.
Feeling his tongue lap at your swollen clit, your poor, throbbing mound bulging out of its hood, you arch your back into the air as you hind the strength to throw your hands into Spencer’s hair, pulling and tugging him closer as his mouth draws you in, rolling your clit around as your core beings to burn.
“Yes,” you squeak out, tears rolling down your face, “yes…yes…yes…YES!”
And as Spencer wraps his arms around your legs, pulling you even closer to him as he flattens his tongue out above your core, you feel your body convulse with pleasure, the sensation rocking you to your core as you shake and tremble, your words disintegrating into incoherent babbles as you arch your chest into the air.
And then, he flicked your clit again.
And even deeper again.
And it threw you over another precipice, your body shaking underneath him as he smiles into your pussy, his tongue lightly flicking you around as you bang your fists into the floor, your throat crying out to the ceiling before completely fizzling out, leaving you with nothing but the sound of air rushing between your vocal cords as your body collapses back onto the floor, your chest heaving and your body trembling as Spencer withdraws his tongue.
But it wasn’t for long.
Because soon he drew you once again into his mouth, raking his teeth over you as you dug your heels into the carpet, your arms flying from his hair out to the side as he flattens his tongue against you, grinding his face into yours as your body grows taut, your legs beginning to cramp with every rocking tremor that left your body electrocuted.
But you didn’t care.
Because, in that moment, with your glorious rolling orgasms wracking your body by the tongue of your beloved, you find your vision tunneling as you collapse hard onto the floor, your vision going dark as your head lobs off to the side.
And as Spencer trails quick kisses back up your body, his lips encompassing yours as he ever so lightly feels you reciprocate the reaction, he pulls the covers up and over both of you as he wraps his arms around your limp body.
“We’ll take a hot bath when we wake up to loosen the aches,” he murmurs into your ear, kissing it lightly before nestling down beside you.
“I adore you, Y/N,” he says, kissing your shoulder before fluttering his eyes closed.
Andy Myers on the not so cave looking ‘
Bin Laden’s Cave
I think this was Ants (the closer of the two spotters) second time outdoor climbing and he put on a great show. After bashing out a few classics he finally got what it felt like to work a climb and have it become your project. Those feeling of knowing every move and trying to master your sequence, the little tips you figure out to save time. I mean most of the time when you actually finish a project you sit there thinking “was it really that grade? I swear that climb was no where near the one I tried the other day”
Let’s hope he has some great days out in the years to come.
gercan, prucan (mertober fic) -- 100 on the dash gets me close to god
Gilbert sees the creature first, but Ludwig is the one who welcomes it into his home.
“He wanted a cup of water, Gilbert,” Ludwig explains, shoulders drawn together and quiet. He’s been taller and broader since his 15th birthday, but in front of his brother’s anger, he’s still that same nervous little boy worried he did wrong.
Gilbert paces back and forth across the kitchen. He’s anxious, sweat cooling and tacky in the small of his back. Ludwig’s at the head of the table, hands curled into fists at his sides, standing between Gilbert and the creature.
The creature watches them both with luminous, large eyes, a glass full of water in his hands. Those eyes followed him home.
He stops, points at the creature. He speaks to Ludwig.
“And I raised you better than to open the door at night to strangers asking for water,” Gilbert snaps. “That is the thing I saw in the river—“
“I’m not a thing,” the creature says softly. “I’m a merman.”
“—you know the story of Lore Lay—“
“That’s a myth, Gilbert.”
“Actually, she was real, but she was a nymph. And she couldn’t swim.”
“Shut. Up. Shut up.” Gilbert finally turns to the creature, voice softer than the scolding he gave to Ludwig. “And get out.”
Ludwig’s a soft touch.
The creature has name and breakfast in the morning.
Okay everyone! Here it is. I really hope you all like it. I feel like this is my most vivid fic yet even if it’s a little shorter than I’m used to writing. Please let me know what you guys think of it! I’m kinda proud of this one.
The imagine was you get blinded on a hunt and cry yourself to sleep in Dean’s arms.
Warnings: Panic, pain, dean panicking, terror, phobia of darkness
Sam is back in the bunker researching and you and Dean go to take out a simple poltergeist. Well… it was supposed to be simple. Of course it was dart when you and Dean get to the house with the… wait for it… haunted food cellar of all things. supposedly the bitch was haunting a wine cask? What ever. All you know is that it needed to be burnt. And of course, Dean forgot the flashlight…
Hey, I don't know if you are accepting prompts here anymore but I've had this in my head for awhile and I keep missing the window at Imagine and well the "Tell her I love her" drabble you wrote sealed the deal that I had to send it in because dear God, you know how to make us really feel the loss of Faith. Anyway, the idea is a take on how Jamie is effected by Jenny's daughter Caitlin being stillborn. I'm nearly out of space so I'll continue in another ask!
(CONTINUED) Caitlin-Faith prompt person again! I keep seeing him holding Caitlin and only then fully realising what he lost with his daughter’s death. He was so removed from the pregnancy and the birth, in a lot of ways it never seemed real to him, it didn’t have the sharp edges it did for Claire. Faith was more a concept than a reality. I think it would crack his heart open at a time when he was maybe numb. So basically, if you are so inclined, I’d love if you would tear my heart out with this!
Nothing but angsty-angst fic here, folks. If that isn’t your cup of tea, pass on by, but this kind of thing is my catnip, so all my thanks to the later-outed @thefibber for her amazing prompt!
Jamie stood on the stoop, waiting impatiently for the answer to his knock. He was shivering so hard his whole body seemed to convulse, the bitter cold of the December night (and it was well after midnight, forbye) made all the more acute by the promise of warmth within. His clothes were thin and ragged, hanging off his frame as they did the other inhabitants of Lallybroch. Claire had said the hunger would ravage the Highlands, and never had they been more hungry than now. For all the agony of not having her, of always wondering, of missing her so acutely that he sometimes thought he would die from it, at least she wasn’t here suffering in this hell, too.
Lord, that she might be safe. She and the child.
He tried the door again just to be certain—yes, locked—and knocked again, hammering more forcefully. He heard small, light footsteps coming his way. Mrs. Crook? Her rooms weren’t far. The tentative voice that spoke, though, was male.
“Who’s—who is there? State your business,” it said, the last more harshly, rising sharply.
“Christ, Fergus, it’s only me!” Jamie hissed through the door. “Now will ye let me in before my cock freezes right to my balls?”
“Oh, Milord!” the boy said with a depth of relief in the voice that struck Jamie like a dart. There came the sound of grating bolts and then the door swung open wide enough for Jamie to enter into the warmth–or what should have been warmth. The fire was so weak that the kitchen felt barely warmer than the cave from whence he’d come. Were there really not enough peats to warm the house? To Jamie’s further astonishment, there were a half-dozen or so little blanketed humps crowded around the hearth. One of these suddenly moved and sat up: Kitty, looking up at Jamie’s bearded apparition with wide eyes. All the Murray children were there, Jamie could see as he stepped closer, even the two-year-old twins, one tucked under each of Maggie’s arms.
“Fergus, man,” he whispered, turning to face his fourteen-year-old foster son, “why on earth are all the weans—?” He froze. Fergus’ eyes were red and the skin around them swollen with weeping. He seemed to be struggling to keep himself from crying further. “Jesus Christ, lad,” Jamie said, alarmed, “What’s happened?”
“The—the Redcoats came–”
“God in Heaven, no,” Jamie breathed, his whole body clenching in fear and dread.
“Leon, have you seen Takumi?” Corrin asked, twirling a strand of long hair between her fingers. Leon hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.
“I haven’t seen him since that battle with that band of brigands, it’s strange since he always walks with me to dinner after a battle.” Leon muttered, wondering if he should go check up on him.
Takumi could be moody at times- especially when the subject of family was in mind. Though he did seem cheery that day…
Corrin sighs, holding something up to Leon; it was a chunk of Takumi’s hair. Something that was important to Takumi.
“I found this on the ground after the battle, you’d best go find him and ask if he’s okay.” Leon frowned, immediately turning and marching towards where Takumi’s room was.
“Takumi? Open up! It’s me, Leon.” Leon knocked on Takumi’s door, trying his best to sound calm but couldn’t stop and get the jitters of going into Takumi’s room.
It would probably be organized, though quite neatly furnished because Takumi wasn’t one to fawn over small things like how his room looked like.
Leon reached forward to knock on the wooden door again, but stopped when he heard sniffles coming from the opposite side of the door.
“Takumi…? Are you…” Leon rapped his knuckles against the door. And the small hiccups instantly stopped.
“Just leave me alone…” Takumi hissed, but his attempt at sounding angry failed against his shaky voice. Leon began to slam his fists against the door, the loud bangs echoing down the empty hallway. A scared Felicia that came to check on the commotion quickly scampering down the hallway once she saw what was happening.
“Geez! Stop that! F-fine. I’ll open the door.”
Leon heard the click of the door being unlocked and a teary-faced Takumi peered out into the hallway.
“T-Takumi…what…” Leon stumbled on his words, surprised by the flushed cheeks and moistened eyes of his beloved.
Reaching an arm forward, he tugged Leon into the room, slamming the door behind them.
The room was dim, the only light source was an amber lamp that cast a small amount of light on the room’s furnishing. But it wasn’t dark enough to stop Leon from spotting the scratched up Takumi in front of him. Bloody cuts were lined along his body. Even though were not grave enough to be fatal, they looked painful to bear.
“Why didn’t you go to a healer?!” Leon nearly yelled, grabbing Takumi’s hand forcefully. He winced, making Leon feel remorseful and he slackened his grip.
“Takumi, now isn’t the time to pride over your dignity and not treat your wounds, we’re going. Now.”
Takumi, who’d been leaning with his back against the wall, began to wail. Leon stared, taken aback. It wasn’t like him to cry so suddenly…
“Idiot! It’s not about my wounds! I-It’s about my…” Takumi stopped, calculating whether or not he should tell Leon.
“It’s about my hair.”
He turned around, revealing his once long, beautiful strands of silver hair, that were bound in a cute ponytail, to be gone.
In its place were jagged chunks of unkempt remains. It’s original length that was below his waist was reduced to the one that barely passed his shoulders.
“A-a brigand snuck up behind me and I dodged it just in t-time.” He trembled, grabbing fists of the precious remnants of his treasured pride. “It’s sword managed to cut through my hair, and after the battle I ran back here.”
Takumi crumpled to the floor, covering his wet face with his palms, sobbing uncontrollably into them.
“How will I face the others when I look like THIS?” He moaned through grit teeth, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, his knees pulled to his chest. “I’ve tried my best to look like Ryouma, but this is what happens?”
His sobs and moans were the only sound in the room, apart from the silent hum of a beetle from outside the window.
Leon quietly knelt down, gathering him into his arms and resting Takumi’s head against his chest. They stayed in this position till the cries gradually became sniffles.
“L-Leon, I look horrible don’t I?” Takumi chuckled, clinging onto his embrace. Leon only smiled and fiddled with Takumi’s hair. Then he pulled out a comb from his pocket, which he always kept handy on him whenever Takumi wanted Leon to help tame his once messy hair.
Gently untangling the knotted mess, Leon pulled the comb through what was left of his hair. Finally stopping to look at his hastily finished masterpiece.
Although it was still messy, his hair framed nicely around his face, the spiky ends curled around his shoulders.
“Heh…You’re cuter like this.” Leon reassured Takumi, his hopeful eyes peering into his.
“R-really?” Takumi perked up. “You really like it? You don’t dislike how I look?”
“Of course.” Leon caressed Takumi’s cheek, soft hair weaved between his fingers. “You, of all people should know that I’ll still love you. Even if your hair has been sliced off by some brigand.”
Takumi finally smiled, closing his eyes and pulled Leon to himself.
“Thanks…as long as you’re happy with it; I won’t care what the others will think.” He whispered. Leon tilted his head down, pressing his lips against Takumi’s. His face deepening in colour. He could feel Takumi’s smile against his lips.
Well, that’s it. I’m sorry if this didn’t turn out well, I saw your post about Takumi and Leon and just decided to write it. At 2 in the morning (you’re not the only one who thinks about their ships at random times of the day). I hope you don’t have any problems with that. I don’t know much about the two because I haven’t even played the game yet, but feel free to post this on your blog! I hope you had a fun time reading this. I’m so sorry if this isn’t nice. I swear my usual work is much better!
"Sammy!“ I yelped as y/n fell into my arms. Sam made his way to my side immediately and I picked y/n up bridal style. "What happened?!” Sam stammered as he closed the door behind us. I gently laid her on the couch and Sam began to examine her wounds.
She looks so helpless, and it made me angry. Who did this to her?!
“DEAN!” Sam yelled, catching my attention.
“What!” I snapped.
“She’s lost a lot of blood. I need to stitch her up.” He muttered. “Fetch me the supplies!”
I stared intently at y/n wishing I never let her out of my sight. None of this would’ve happened if
“DEAN!” Sam demanded.
“Supplies, got ya.” I said.
And left the room.
My head was spinning and I couldn’t focus. This has to be a dream.
My eyes fluttered open and this time, I saw familiar walls. I was back at the bunker.
I groaned as I felt pain through out my body.
“Hey hey just rest y/n. You lost a lot of blood.” Sam muttered and pursed his lips.
“Sammy?” I could feel the tears begin to well up. I didn’t think I’d ever see his face again.
I wrapped my arms around him and took him in.
“It’s ok. You’re home now.” He smiled.
Dean came from behind and pulled me to him. His breathing was heavy and his eyes were puffy. Dean tangled his fingers into my hair as he squeezed onto me.
“Dean be careful!” Sam stammered.
“Oh right.” Dean carefully let go and helped me lay back down. His eyes never leaving mine.
God I missed him so much. Especially the way he made me feel safe.
“I was so worried something-” he paused. Not able to finish his sentence. “But you’re back now. And you’re ok. Well for the most part.” He pressed his lips to my forehead. Which created a shock through out my body.
“Y/n, what happened to you?” Sam asked.
I could feel the pain and anger wash over me like a tide hitting the rocks. I gritted my teeth.
“R-Ryan is a” I tried to control my breathing and stop my tears before they fell. “He’s a demon.” I exhaled.
Dean and Sam shared a look then returned their gaze back to me. “Tell us everything.” Sam demanded.
"Holy crap. Y-your boyfriend was a demon the whole time?“ Dean gritted through his teeth. "I told you I didn’t like him!” He stated.
Sam rolled his eyes and returned his focus to me. “Is there anything else? Why would he just take you and not kill you?”
I could feel a lump form in my throat. I didn’t know how to tell them about the baby.
I opened my mouth but no words came out. So instead I shook my head no.
“I’ll get the car ready.” He mumbled to dean. “You should stay back here and rest.” He flashed me a half smile then made his way to the garage.
Dean crossed his arms over his chest and let out a soft grunt.
“I’m going to kill that son of a bitch.”
“Dean please save those two girls.” I pleaded.
He walked over to my side and cupped my face. “I promise.” He pressed his lips to mine. His mouth tasted of beer, but it was the best thing in the world.
I missed dean, and I couldn’t shake my strong feelings for him.
“I love you y/n. I promise you will always be safe with me.” He smiled. “I’ll be back, and we could continue this.” He locked his lips with mine for a moment then left.
I know I should tell him about the baby. But I didn’t know how.
I let out a sigh and closed my eyes.
“What am I going to do?” I mumbled.
I knew there was something off about this guy, but never would’ve thought demon. Rage and anger filled my body and I only focused on one thing; killing that son of a bitch.
He is going to wish he never met me or y/n.
“So there’s demons around the perimeter.” Sam exhaled.
“I’ll call cas.” I muttered through my teeth. “Cas if you can hear this. Bring your feathery ass over here. Sam and I need your help.”
There was a small thud in the back seat.
“My ass isn’t feathery dean.” Cas stammered.
Dean shrugged and Sam rolled his eyes.
“Cas we need you to get rid of the demons guarding the entrance. Dean and I will kill the rest inside.”
Castiel nodded then vanished in a second. When he returned, he sighed. “Done.”
Sam shook his head and made his way to the trunk of the car, to retrieve his favorite weapon. The demon knife.
“Hey cas, could you go back to the bunker and maybe heal y/n up. She’s pretty beaten up.” I pleaded.
Cas furrowed his brows and tilted his head, but with no hesitation, he vanished.
“Come on dean. We have to do go now.” Sam exhaled. I nodded and followed behind with my angel sword in hand.
The images of the demons talking about not hurting me, was frustrating me. What did they mean? Why was I so important?!
There was a thud and my eyes shot open.
It was Castiel. Standing there with a serious expression on his face.
“You’re growing a small human inside of you.” He muttered.
My heart began to race and my eyes widened.
“Cas you can’t tell anyone! Please.” I begged.
He made his way to my side and pressed two fingers on my forehead. The pain I had before, disappeared in a second. Which felt relieving.
“You know people will find out when you start to show.” He pressed on.
“I know, but until then they can’t know. I need to find a way to tell them.”
Cas nodded and placed his hand on my stomach.
“You didn’t damage the baby. It’s completely healthy.” He smiled. “My work here is done. I should go.”
Though I never really cared to be alone, today I did. I pulled on his hand and our eyes met.
“Please don’t leave me.” My voice shook.
Castiel gave me a slight smile and nodded. I sat up and snuggled with him on the couch.
“Thank you.” I exhaled.
“Of course.” He breathed.
We finally made our way to the second floor and found the girls y/n talked about. Before we could help them escape, four demons came from behind. They threw us to the wall and slammed their fist to our face.
One demon grabbed Sam by the neck and lifted him up.
Another demon held my arms behind my back and wrapped his free arm around my neck.
Ryan walked over to us and laughed.
“Well look what we have here.” He stated.
I grunted and called for cas.
Castiel appeared immediately and killed the demons holding us back. The others left their vessels and disappeared. But Ryan stayed as I shot him with a bullet that had a devils trap carved on it.
“Looks like you’re not going anywhere.” I smiled.
Ryan tried to move, but it was no use.
Sam let the women out and lead them outside. Castiel helped tie Ryan up.
I had the knife ready for torturing him.
“Why did you take y/n? What was the purpose here?” I held the knife to his neck pushing it in.
He squinted his eyes. “She hasn’t told you?” He muttered.
“Told me what?” I wasn’t in the mood for games.
He flashed me a smile and let out a cynical laugh.
“Y/n, is pregnant with my baby.”
My heart felt like it dropped into my stomach. She’s pregnant? But that means.
“That baby has demon blood running through it. She’s going to give birth to the anti Christ.” He laughed.
I removed the knife and stared intently at him for a moment, then I slammed my fist in his face. “You son of a bitch. What were you planning on doing?” I gritted through my teeth.
Ryan pressed his lips together and shrugged.
“You’ll find out once the baby is born.”
The anger got the best of me and I stabbed him. His eyes flickered then he was gone.
Castiel furrowed his brows and disappeared.
“What happened?” Sam asked. My eyes never leaving Ryan’s body. Y/n is pregnant with his baby. That had demon blood pulsing through it’s body.
My head was spinning. And my mind was all over the place.
“Damnit.” I muttered through my teeth.
Charlotte Tricklebank on the least classic but still fun ‘Broken V4/6B’ over at Stanage Plantation.
The thing I love with Charlotte’s climbing is how she doesn’t have a head for nerves really, but she’ll still put herself in positions to test herself using her own limits. She won’t get pushed into a climb she doesn’t want to do. But when there is a sketchy project she’s right on it, flying around, it’s really brilliant to watch.