#nip nip

[angloirishnolanist]

[tcrmommabear]

Dovahkiin

The was something comforting about cart rides. About the steady clip-clop of hooves against beaten paths, about the creak and groan of the wood. She spent many a day and night, laid on her back as they travelled, listening to the birds, or the rare rhythmed run of a doe spooked by the human intruders. She watched the stars glitter and glint like speckles of spilled moon sugar, tracing their shapes and constellations to the figure leading the horses onward.

She couldn’t remember how old she was. Only the way her hair fanned out from her head, tangled with the strands of hay serving as mild comfort. The scent clung to her even as they slept in fresh sheets, or by babbling crooks with air so clear it sliced your lungs. She couldn’t remember where they were going, how far or how long they had travelled. She tried counting back the passing of days and nights, but they blurred together so closely she was sure it was just a continuous drawing.

She saw a Khajiit boy once, with a toy that spun, edges of a drawing sealed together to look like a singular scene, repeating over and over again. She had been delighted by it, only to grow bored once the magic of the scene replayed one too many times. She was scooped away before her boredom could grow to dangerous levels, placed back in the cart and left to be lulled by its familiarity.

Day to night, shapeless clouds to gemstone stars. The image played, over and over, until eventually the cart stopped. She sat up, for the first time since all this began, and looked at the driver. No words were to be said, even as he slowly turned to meet her gaze. A face she could recite to the absolute fault and could never remember. Brown eyes, brown hair, crooked nose from too many bar fights, smile lines. Generic, easily lost within a crowd. She could spot him from a rooftop.

‘Where are we?’

He sighed, took her face in his hands, kissed the cheeks.

‘Nowhere.’

Her brow furrowed. She tried to pull away, grip like iron on her head, her shoulders, tight desperation rasping in his voice.

‘End of the line.’

His eyes glazed over, and she watched with dawning horror his death. Knife through the heart, blood on her face.

She would have awoken screaming if she hadn’t been gagged. Her body was awake before her mind, struggling against the bonds and desperate to wet her lips. Once her eyes blinked open, she was met with confused gazes. Men, similarly bound, though all not gagged like her, sat together in a cart, rolling down the path she knew like the back of her hand.

Helgen.

“So, you’re finally awake,” the Nord across from her remarked. She eyed him up and down, uncertain of where she was. She gave a slow nod, though he had made a rather pointless observation. Maybe he could shed some light on how she got here.

“You were trying to cross the border,” he said, once he noticed her looking around in confusion, “during the Imperial raid, that is. You got caught along with that thief over there.”

He jutted his chin towards a scraggly Imperial, who glared at the others in the cart, especially the well-dressed man seated and gagged in front of him.

“Damn Stormcloaks!” he hissed between broken teeth, “Empire was nice and lazy before you botched it. I could have made it with that horse.”

“Well, we’re all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief,” was the sarcastic reply, though she narrowed her eyes at all of them. She didn’t like the look of the man in finery, gagged like her and equally roughed up. There was a call from the driver to be quiet, but she kept glaring at the man. He seemed to notice, and finally return it. She thought she knew that face.

“What’s with him?” the horse thief asked, nodding his head at the man returning her gaze. He broke away to look at the other, but when he returned to look at her, her eyes crinkled in a way she hoped was smug. She won.

“Watch your tongue! That’s Ulfric Stormcloak, true High King.”

Her head snapped to look, jaw clenching tight against the cloth. She tensed against the bonds, struggling, even as the horse thief came to the same conclusion.

“Ulfric…? You’re… You’re leading the rebellion? And if they caught you then…?”

She kicked the horse thief, kicked the Nord in front of her, and glared dangerously at Ulfric. She’s sure he’d look smug if he could, despite the threat that hung in the air. The Imperial guards leading them called out, the word “headsman” floating easily through the air. Execution.

“Hey, hey, easy lass,” the Nord said, raising his hands and catching the foot she meant to kick him with. He grunted, waiting until she calmed. They rolled into town, but he spoke softly, as he realized what was to be his fate.

“Where are you from, horse thief? A… A Nord’s last thoughts should be of home.”

“Rorickstead” was the mumbled response, as the townsfolk shouted from their homes and hid away their children. The cart jolted to a stop, the driver twisting in his seat to grin wickedly at the captives. His eyes lingered on her, smile smeared across his face.

“End of the line, Stormcloaks.”

[empresskira]

"You want me to bite you? Why?!" MarcoAceSabo

A bit more vampire AU for biting.

Enjoy~!

Ace felt a bit frustrated, he could feel green eyes flickering to his neck all the time and truthfully wished that the vampire would just get it over with again. Last time, he had been told by Marco that he had to wrangle him off because he lost a bit of self control at the taste of Ace’s blood. So that made him understand completely on why Sabo was so hesitant, but now it was getting ridiculous.

“For fucks sake!” Ace throws hands up in irritation, standing up as he startled the family members sitting in the living space that easily accommodated to the twenty already in there giving looks in his direction. A hand grasps Sabo by the ear and starts to drag him off towards their bedroom, everyone ignoring them now thinking it was relationship related. No one asks because in all honesty half the time you don’t want to know. 

Getting to their bedroom, Ace closes the door and pushes Sabo to sit on the bed enough so he can sit on the other’s lap. Sabo tenses at the fact his human is resting in his lap with that collarbone exposed so easily and having him almost groan with his teeth burning to come out. Hands are grasping his as they are moved along a toned body before one trails down to a hip and the other goes up to along the neck and back into dark strands.

“Bite me.” The words take a moment to register before Sabo is stiffening more with a thick swallow as teeth elongate and pupils dilate towards the exposed neck, head tilted to show it.

“You want me to bite you?” Confusion is there, but green being mixed with red eyes are keeping focus to that flickering pulse.

“Yes,” the response is out as Ace watches his lover stare in longing and tries to pull eyes away enough to meet is gaze.

“Why? Especially since after last time…” 

“The more you resist, the worst it is going to be, from what I understand when you guys don’t drink after awhile.” Ace claims while shifting his head a bit and sees those eyes back to his neck. “Just bite me already, stupid.” It takes a shaky grip of Sabo’s hand to the hip that is given to him and he moves to draw closer. 

Lips kiss along skin, sucking affectionately first before letting teeth skim and pierce into his lover. The body shifts with a low groan from the pain it probably gave before hitching in breath when Sabo tangles fingers in dark strands. The blood reaches his palette in a gush and he feels in heaven. The hand on Ace’s hip moves around his waist to pull him closer and moans at the taste flourishing through him.

“You two are morons!” The voice enters through Ace’s ears, his mind fogging in a high state as Sabo drinks from him and it felt good. There is no response for a little while before a hand cradles from behind along his cheek to help rest his head before noticing Sabo making small shifts and grunts of protest. Teeth are removed with a possessive growl. “Next time you want to try this again then have me in here to help, yoi.” The scold follows as Ace notices Sabo snap out of it to look at him and this smile is on the human. 

The blood on lips is hardly wiped away by the sweeping tongue and Ace shifts with hands moving along Sabo’s neck to bring him in for a kiss, earning a moan. Sabo moves to grip around his lover while pulling him closer before they are both pulled to one side and resting in another set of arms.

“You two are a handful…” The mutter leaves Marco with a smile as he holds his two lovers that are now giggling in his arms, feathering kisses to one another.

[space-junk-comics]

Give High Every Day

[biigbcssa2]

Everyone should thank Gabriel for introducing Adonai to the taste your Angel hour

[the-kittens-of-vol-tron]

let's keep adding all the colors to voltron lol maroon lion/paladin, gray lion, pink lion, brown lion, turquoise lion, and together they make a gigantic voltron and the colors make up it's organs. (gray lion is totally the nip nip) (I'm just messing around lol don't laugh at me)

You know this is a really good idea. Like Voltron would be stronger with more lions tbh

[uglymonsterscomic]

Gay stuff

[ratphecy]

@manenimittliv​ asked:

We don’t need to get in a fight for you to bite me. Just for the record.

he gave her a chuckle before placing his hands on her face. giving her nose a kiss, and then moves and kisses down her neck before pausing and... oh yeah he’s biting her.