And I love him so... I wouldn’t trade him for gold...
My sleepy sweetheart. You can keep sleeping if you want to, I was just getting lonely...
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@blaineinchains
And I love him so... I wouldn’t trade him for gold...
My sleepy sweetheart. You can keep sleeping if you want to, I was just getting lonely...
FtF: 5-8-17
thekeeperevans:
It would be for me. It would give me peace of mind that you were here, feeling good, good as you can be, anyway, and not suffering while I’m away. It hurts me to see you this way, of course I want to make it better.
It’s okay… I got you. I love you.
God, I believe you. You’re so good to me. My hero. But it wouldn’t... I get the feeling sometimes that... I just feel like it’s not what you’d want? Maybe I’m off base...
But god, you’re the best man, regardless. The sweetest husband and bravest Master.
FtF: 5-8-17
thekeeperevans:
Hey, hey, come here… tell me how I can help you. What helps the most? When getting into subspace? I’ll do it if it helps make being here better for you, you know that. I can’t imagine how it feels to only be in here unless I can take you out. For this long, I mean.
... I think maybe it won’t work, sir. Because... you only want to do it for me. If I’m not doing it for you, it’s a little less - it’s not as -
God, just keep holding me like that? Please... tighter. Like you won’t ever let go. It’s helping.
FtF: 5-8-17
thekeeperevans:
I…. what? Does that- do things like that help? You think I need to treat you more like a slave?
No, it’s not that... not more like a slave. Because I already am, as much as I can be, and how you treat me is how you want to treat me. This is how you choose to treat me. That’s what matters, what you want. Not what I want. But when I’m more... subspace-y, more often, I don’t have to think about anything but you, and that’s easier? Than thinking about the things I can’t be or can’t have. Or the things you can’t be and can’t have - the things you have to see and do every day... the people we’ve lost...
FtF: 5-8-17
thekeeperevans:
I don’t think that way at all. No one deserves to live like you have to. We’re both prisoners, but they let me leave the room. Of course you’re claustrophobic in here. I just wish more than anything I could help you… I don’t want you to be suffering.
... I have to think that way. It’s my job to think that way. I was supposed to be baking you a cake tonight, not... doing this...
Sir. I don’t like to ask for things, or push you, because... because the whole point is that I don’t get to push you. But maybe it would help if you kept me... further down. Subspace, more often, you know? So I don’t have to think about anything? So you’re the only thing in the world. Do you think... does that... what do you think?
FtF: 5-8-17
thekeeperevans:
Come here, baby.
Hey, I meant it when I said you didn’t have to be sorry. How could I ever stay at work knowing you were so upset? I wouldn’t want to, and I would always want you to tell me, so I’m glad you did.
I’m sorry for being upset at all. I shouldn’t be. I’m supposed to withstand everything for you. You’re supposed to be all I need. I love you so much and yet I struggle with that so much, and I’m so sorry. It’s not that I don’t love you, sir, or that I’m not dedicated...
FtF: 5-8-17
I really am sorry, sir. I don’t like to complain about things you can’t fix. It’s not fair to you, not when you work so hard to give us a good life.
@thekeeperevans
PM: It's one of those annoying days where all I can think about is how much I want my sweetheart's hands running through my hair, and how much it sucks that you have to work.
PM: Unhappy today, B? It won’t be much longer and then I can run my hands through your hair as much as you want. I definitely would rather just be with you.
thekeeperevans:
PM: Don’t be sorry, please. I need to take care of you, and if anyone doesn’t get that, they can eat me, because you’re the only reason I’d be doing this, if it’s hurting you then it’s hardly worth doing.
PM: ...I love you, so much. May I wait for you by the door?
PM: It's one of those annoying days where all I can think about is how much I want my sweetheart's hands running through my hair, and how much it sucks that you have to work.
PM: Unhappy today, B? It won’t be much longer and then I can run my hands through your hair as much as you want. I definitely would rather just be with you.
thekeeperevans:
PM: You’re… you’re worrying me a little, my love. I’m going to ask Nick if he’ll tack the last bit of this shift onto his because I- don’t like how that sounds. You’re not nothing. You’re always my Honey B, even if I’m not right next to you.
PM: Yes, sir. I’m so sorry, sir. I’m trying so hard to let that be enough, really I am.
PM: It's one of those annoying days where all I can think about is how much I want my sweetheart's hands running through my hair, and how much it sucks that you have to work.
PM: Unhappy today, B? It won’t be much longer and then I can run my hands through your hair as much as you want. I definitely would rather just be with you.
thekeeperevans:
PM: I know… I mean, I know somewhat. Some of the time I’m guarding next to nothing and my brain feels like it’s going to melt and pour out of my ears.
PM: I want to just lock our door and never leave it without you.
PM: Oh, thank god you said that. I was feeling a little crazy. I’m sorry, I’m sorry but I’m so unhappy lately, sir, whenever you’re not with me. We keep getting books and music and games and it makes it better, but not really, because I’m still alone and nothing’s any good without anyone to share it with and I’m nothing without you, nothing.
PM: It's one of those annoying days where all I can think about is how much I want my sweetheart's hands running through my hair, and how much it sucks that you have to work.
PM: Unhappy today, B? It won’t be much longer and then I can run my hands through your hair as much as you want. I definitely would rather just be with you.
thekeeperevans:
PM: I could check? Though I wouldn’t want you on your hands and knees without some sort of protective gear. They didn’t make this place with comfort in mind.
PM: I just want to be with you more, is all. It’s hard being alone so much.
PM: It's one of those annoying days where all I can think about is how much I want my sweetheart's hands running through my hair, and how much it sucks that you have to work.
PM: Unhappy today, B? It won’t be much longer and then I can run my hands through your hair as much as you want. I definitely would rather just be with you.
PM: Yeah...
Unsent: I’m unhappy whenever you’re not here.
Unsent: I’m trying so hard to focus on being yours and let that be enough and sometimes it’s not, but I swear, it’s not because I don’t love you.
PM: I don’t suppose there’s any way you could take me to work on a leash sometimes, sir? They all know what a good puppy I can be. It could be, like, a take your pet to work thing? Worth a shot?
Chord Overstreet: hands and fingers appreciation post
FtF;3-2-17
thekeeperevans:
“Not fair my poor hip and butt after you pushed me off the couch!” Of course, it was all in good humor but he sat on Blaine and knew perfectly well that Blaine would have to work quite a bit to see around Sam’s torso and arms. Laughing gleefully at how easily Blaine’s character went down, he shook his head. “You respawned in that west bunker. I’d suggest moving to the left.” Smirking, since he knew he could easily hunt him down and kill him a couple more times or more in the minute of punishment, he tried to think about how the score would look. His hips jerked away when he felt the hard pinch, going, “OY!” Taking both their controllers, he set them aside before getting up and turning quickly. He straddled Blaine’s lap now and reached down to push his hand into the dark hair and pull his head back against the top of the sofa. “I’m not sure you know what happens to wicked boys.” His eyes glinted and he leaned down and in, nudging down the collar on Blaine’s neck with his chin before biting the skin it had been covering over.
Blaine’s stomach swooped, both giddy and just the tiniest bit fearful as Sam loomed over him, fingers tugging at his hair. His head tilted back, he met Sam’s eyes, the glint there mirrored in his own. “Maybe that’s the problem,” he breathed. Sam pushed his collar down a little, and he swallowed, knowing just what he was about to do and eager for him to get started. “I think I know - ah!” Sam’s teeth closed tighter around his skin, the pain sending shivers through him. Blaine let his eyes fall shut, savoring it. “I know exactly what happens to wicked boys.” He squirmed, then, finding his legs trapped for the moment and his options limited, reached around and shoved his hands up under the back of Sam’s shirt, scraping his nails down his back in return - encouragement, at least as much as it was revenge.
Measure in Love || 9-20-16
thekeeperevans:
With his eyes closed, the whole world fell away until all that was left was the presence of Blaine in front of him, his hands and lips on him, and how he felt under Sam’s hands. He let his palms graze over Blaine’s sides as he kissed him. His breath was a little uneven as he felt the kiss break, following his husband’s lips for a moment before he opened his eyes and met with the hazel ones he loved so much. His stomach did a little flip from the way he was being looked and he smiled widely. He could practically feel himself preening over the compliment, his eyes lighting up. “It was a slow process…. trying to get information out of you in bits so you wouldn’t get suspicious.” Chuckling, his hands moved onto Blaine’s back, lightly kneading his muscles before he moved one hand up and buried it into Blaine’s hair, humming in pleasure from the attention to his neck and collarbone. “I do think you should play me another song before we get too distracted. Something like Sexual Healing,” He joked, grinning wryly. “No, no, play what ever you’re feeling. If it’s peppy or sappy or sexy, whatever you want.”
Surprised, Blaine pulled his head and upper body back slightly, but left their hips touching. “Get information out of me?” Both his hands had been slowly working their way down Sam’s body, one of them making it as far as his ass, so with his higher brain functions therefore somewhat distracted, he couldn’t for the life of him figure out what the heck his husband was talking about. He was just about to say so when suddenly he remembered a drowsy, late night conversation about his keyboard back home, what he’d liked and disliked about it. Half-memories of other casual conversations slowly surfaced, and realizing that it had been so cleverly and carefully done touched him even further. “Oh my god, Sam, you’re so smart and - god, I love you so much and I...” He gave up trying to speak quickly, kissing him again, hands roaming. “I’ll never be able to show you what this means to me, but... “ His voice broke off into a groan, as he impulsively rolled his hips into Sam’s, just once, and then he pulled his body away, regretfully, before it was too late. “Since you picked music for now, I’ll try using that.” He gave him a last peck on the lips, carefully restrained.
But as hard as it was to leave Sam, he did feel drawn to the keyboard, and once he’d torn himself from his husband’s arms, he didn’t look back. He ran his fingers over the keys, his mind turning over possibilities, before seating himself. He supposed it was best to play something he knew backwards and forwards, and so he settled on a short classical piece he knew well and had sometimes used for auditions, Liszt's Liebestraum No. 3 in A-flat major.
Taking a long, deep breath, he began to play. It was written, he knew, about love: as he played it now, it was about Sam. His hands were steadier than they had been at first, and as his expression and technique came back to him, so did a sense of self-assurance he hadn’t had in over a year. The music had been in him all along; it always would be, and the only thing better than realizing that, as the last notes faded away, was looking forward to the expression on Sam’s face, the smile he’d been envisioning with every note. Blaine wiped his eyes with the back of his hand before turning back to him, a shy smile of his own spreading over his face.