Where have the times gone

FtF: 5-8-17

blaineinchains:

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…

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.

FtF: 5-8-17

blaineinchains:

… 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?

I.... what? Does that- do things like that help? You think I need to treat you more like a slave?

FtF: 5-8-17

blaineinchains:

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…

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.

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

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.

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.

blaineinchains:

PM: …I love you, so much. May I wait for you by the door?

PM: I love you too, more than anything. Yeah, anything you need.

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.

blaineinchains:

PM: Yes, sir. I’m so sorry, sir. I’m trying so hard to let that be enough, really I am.

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: 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.

blaineinchains:

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: 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: 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.

blaineinchains:

PM: I just want to be with you more, is all. It’s hard being alone so much.

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: 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?

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.

#honey: b #blaineinchains

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.

#pics.

FtF;3-2-17

blaineinchains:

“Hey, that’s not fair!” He was still laughing, but only half-kidding. He couldn’t find the words, in the moment, to explain it to Sam - instead only sputtering - but his logic was roughly that Sam had, at least in theory, been physically able to keep playing while being being shoved off the sofa. With Sam literally sitting on him, on the other hand, both his view of the action and his ability to hold the controller were compromised. Although the more rational part of him accepted this as a fair punishment, another part of him very much wanted to push Sam further, rile him up just a little more. As such, just as his on-screen counterpart suffered yet another death, he set down the controller and focused instead on pinching Sam’s ass about as hard as he could through denim.

“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.

#honey: b #3mar

FtF, Evening, 2/22/2017

blaineinchains:

And I know I’m not me without you. You’ve saved me in every possible way. So… by that logic, you more than deserve me. Or at least, you deserve a version of me who can behave.

Yes, sir. Although to be fair to you… I do like everything to be clean, so I was never going to let it get noticeably dirty in here in the first place. Putting off dusting by twelve hours or so isn’t something you’d see unless you were looking for it. So it’s really not your fault. I should just be better than that. And I will be.

If, uh, you want to get started with the bedtime routine early… I’d really appreciate the chance to start making things up to you. If you catch my drift.

You mostly always do, though. And again, apparently I don’t notice enough when you do. I don’t check back on you. Where’s the real incentive if you think it’s either not noticed or appreciated? I do know you keep it looking good.

... You have a point.. well, maybe I won’t be checking on dusting as much as anything else. Since it would take a while for anything to get too dusty, usually.

I’m... I’m definitely catching the drift, and we definitely should start the routine.

#22feb #honey: b

FtF;3-2-17

blaineinchains:

… then, um, I retract my statement about having a reason?

It was “to keep you from winning.”

Wooow. See, now I think I’m going to have to just sit on you for a minute, we’ll see what that does to the scores then.

#3mar #honey: b

Measure in Love || 9-20-16

blaineinchains:

Blaine tilted his head to one side as Sam spoke, eyes shining, then took Sam’s face in both hands and kissed him longer, deeper, but very softly, his tongue almost cradling his husband’s before their lips slowly trailed apart. “You have no idea. This was absolutely what I wanted, more than anything,” he said, his eyes locked on Sam’s, hands still caressing his face. “And - I didn’t ask for anything more specific than ‘a keyboard’, because I didn’t want to be demanding or make things complicated by asking for, like, specific models, or even features, but what you picked is so absolutely perfect - god, you must have really put a lot of thought into it. And that means so much to me, and I just, I love you so much right now.” Those last few words were muffled as he impulsively shoved his face into Sam’s neck, nipping and kissing at his collarbone. “Do you have any requests? Musically, or… in any other way, too, actually, because I don’t even know what I want more right now.”

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.”

#p: mil #honey: b

FtF, Evening, 2/22/2017