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𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐀 ;   𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 .    (   a  series  of  kiss  prompts .   some  nsfw  material  present .   )

❛  01 .   a  kiss  to  say  hello . ❛  02 .   a  kiss  for  the  first  time . ❛  03 .   a  kiss  after  a  long  time  apart . ❛  04 .   a  kiss  to  apologize . ❛  05 .   a  kiss  to  forgive . ❛  06 .   a  kiss  during  a  fight . ❛  07 .   a  kiss  to  say  what  you  can’t  say  aloud . ❛  08 .   a  kiss  in  secret  /  a  forbidden  kiss . ❛  09 .   a  kiss  to  prove  a  point . ❛  10 .   a  kiss  against  a  wall . ❛  11 .   a  kiss  on  a  rooftop . ❛  12 .   a  kiss  that  seals  a  marriage . ❛  13 .   a  kiss  before  one  goes  away . ❛  14 .   a  kiss  in  the  shower . ❛  15 .   a  kiss  that  comes  out  of  nowhere . ❛  16 .   a  kiss  first  thing  in  the  morning . ❛  17 .   a  kiss  last  thing  at  night . ❛  18 .   a  kiss  during  combat . ❛  19 .   a  kiss  during  a  fake  relationship . ❛  20 .   a  kiss  out  of  desperation . ❛  21 .   a  kiss  on  the  cheek . ❛  22 .   a  kiss  on  the  forehead . ❛  23 .   a  kiss  on  the  back  of  the  hand . ❛  24 .   a  kiss  on  the  neck . ❛  25 .   a  kiss  on  the  fingertips . ❛  26 .   a  kiss  on  the  stomach . ❛  27 .   a  kiss  to  end  the  sexual  tension . ❛  28 .   a  kiss  over  a  scar . ❛  29 .   a  kiss  over  a  wound . ❛  30 .   a  kiss  to  say  goodbye .

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xackrmnn​:

HE’D JUST MANAGED TO SWALLOW THAT LUMP when Uri appeared. By the time his voice touched his ears, it was already too late. He squeezed his eyes shut, not even attempting to hide anything any longer. Teeth pressed on each other as he frowned strongly — his tears running down his cheeks.  ❝ FUCK! ❞ he gasped loudly, slamming the palm of his hand repeatedly against the wall he leant against.  

❝ SHE’S— ❞ another gasp, then a loud sob. Kenny couldn’t FUCKING STAND IT anymore. He was tired of watching young women rot away in the Underground, selling their bodies for a ridiculous price ; sometimes their lives. Just ONCE Kenny wanted to make a difference. CHANGE something. HELP someone. He couldn’t help Kuchel after all.  ❝ There is no God! ❞ he breathed ; anger rising in his chest. Fists clenched.  ❝ There’s no fucking God! There’s just PAIN! Everywhere! ❞ His face dropped and so did the tears that soon stained the floor he stood on. If it wasn’t so PATHETIC Kenny would have laughed. Instead he slowly slid down the wall. 

He surrendered. He gave up. It was too late.

if there was anything he’d learned from Kenny, it was that the cruelty above ground sunk into the underground, gathered dirt, grime, more evil intent; Kenny always had been right. there would be no paradise if the souls trapped within the earth weren’t saved from the crushing privilege of the surface. now, in that moment, like so, so few others, Uri believed there could be no paradise, ever.

amethyst eyes watched the man sink, and his body finally reacted. slender fingers came to thread through dark hair, resting at the back of Kenny’s skull and bringing the man’s face to rest against the softness of his white robes over his stomach. the fabric took on tears, took on blood, but they could not take on the anger, the sense of failure he could feel rolling off of Kenny like a dark fog. the feelings had taken hold of the back of Uri’s throat, but he dared not compare them to the level of anguish his dear love was sunk into. ever so gently, the king sunk to his knees before him, settled in between his thighs. a mirror of their first meeting, though, so much closer, in so many ways.

using the sleeves, he brushed over Kenny’s cheeks, though he did not force the man to look up. perhaps Uri wanted to hide his own tears, rolling down his face in numerous little tributaries.

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KENNY​:

N U M B…

N U M B N E S S

It was all he felt as he stood in the door frame. The bag in his hand sliding out of his fingers, and landing with a THUD on the ground. He was pale and sweaty. Drenched in blood too. Only this time, it hasn’t been because of a kill. He leant his head against the frame, breathing heavily, sighing, then gasping. His arm came to wipe his tear-stained eyes, leaving a smudge of blood on his cheek. 

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blood dripped upon the mantle wasn’t an odd occurence at the cabin. he’d never felt a pit in his stomach when exposed to the inner workings of the body, unlike his brother, apt to faint upon the mention of one of his children’s scrapes and cuts. delicate fingers were full of sprigs of peppermint, a cure for morning sickness, he’d gleaned from books and Rod’s wife. the only thing amiss in the silence between them were Kenny’s tears; he need not ask. Uri knew, at least, a part of him did. the peppermint fell to the table he’d been working on, and he came to stand before the man.

“Kenny,” the man’s name was in and of itself an assurance that he was home and a gentle inquiry.

what happened to her?

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Sannes: My lord, why do you insist on walking around within the walls, it's dangerous!

Uri: *mumbling around a piece of bread* Mm, Hannes, it's fine -

Hannes: Eh? Who said my name?

Sannes: What do you mean, MY name, he said my name!

Uri:

Uri: Long lost brothers, there's no other logical explanation.

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headcanon. Uri was an incredible shot with a handgun when he was a teen, as it relied more on reflex and accuracy rather than pure strength. he still owns a small pistol with a small bit of crystal from the underground chapel inlaid into the handle; it’s in a locked drawer in small study in the church. despite not using firearms in his role as king ( Sannes posits it’s because of his peaceful nature, while Frieda is well aware it’s due to the influence of the founder ), it’s still fully accepted by most individuals close to the king that he’s still a better shot than Rod.

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continued from here with — @xackrmnn​.

with how ethereal the king looked, he wouldn’t be surprised if someone a bit more whimsically inclined than Kenny would blame him for the snow, some kind of magic spell this little spirit could cast. the weather was not a kingdom he could reign over. the accusation of lying made him smile, feigning a scandalised gasp. “Me, a liar? Why, I never.” Uri giggled, taking a sip of his tea before toeing away from the window, being careful not to trip over the straps hanging from its waist — which, consequently, hung just about mid-thigh on him.

T H U M P !

“Ken — “ Uri stiffened as the pillow thwacked against his face, his hand deftly moving the tea cup out of the way without spilling a drip — speedy reflexes Kenny was quite aware of. as soon as the soft fabric began to fall to the ground, laughter erupted on his voice and his face, blue eyes crinkled at their corners. “Kenny, I can melt the snow. The titan’s pretty hot to the touch, remember? I burned you the last time. I’m still sorry about that, you know.” with a bit of effort due to the weight of the coat, he crawled onto the bed, curling up beside the older man with his knees pulled up to his chest, once again completely swallowed up by the coat — it was so warm against his bare skin underneath. “Oh, the festival... yes, there’s a sermon, have had it memorised for about 10 years now, far before I ever had to give it myself. My mother and I would make cookies. Rod always thought it was too girly. I was never really fond of the festival itself — I take you weren’t either?”

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WELL HOT DAMN URI FUCKING REISS

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Finally got around to finishing this after a busy week of homework and SACs! Happy Season 3 Part 2 <3

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maybe he’d never felt human before.

he was always too fragile to touch, a piece of heavenly fruit so holy, no one ever dared to take a bite. whatever garden Uri had grown in, whatever sacred ground he had his roots in, Kenny had pulled him from thorny vines made of aristocratic rule and thousands of years of bloody war, cut him out with the dagger he’d buried in his arm. and now, in this moment, the juice from that pious, innocent fruit, dripped down Kenny’s throat, made a mess of the marble floor. the way Kenny took hold of him, the way he commanded without words, the way his lips felt against his back — he wanted to be fully consumed by the pleasure, by every single touch, entirely new to him. Uri was sweet, like cherry flowers and peach pits, and by his own power, by the power of the god buried within him, eating away at him, KILLING HIM, he vowed that no one else would know that taste.

only Kenny Ackermann could know what it felt like to kill god by loving him.

“A — AH !!!”

every nerve in his body was set on fire. his scream of pleasure echoed into the halls of the church, delicate fingertips gripped onto cold marble. the pain was like no other, like lightning draped in honey. the violent tremble running through his small body made his head jerk back, anchored by calloused fingers in silver hair. crystalline eyes turned to amethyst in a flicker before he fought back against it. this was not the king’s pleasure to feel, it was URI’S, and his alone. he had felt pain, so much pain, and yet — this was worlds apart. it was pain he craved, not pain he merely accepted or tried to shy away from. the aura of delicious agony grew brighter, hotter, with every push Kenny made inside of him.

tears pricked at the corners of eyes screwed shut, instinctive rather than from sorrow. his breathing became ragged, begging for air from burning lungs. he gasped out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, ribs creating bright lines in his back as he heaved air in and out. his own arousal ached, dripped clear upon the ground, but he didn’t dare touch it. he felt like he would collapse under his own weight, his hands needed to stay gripped against the pedestal.

“K e n n y,” Uri breathed out when he felt Kenny push as deep as he could ( he thought ), a singular shiver going down his entire body. the rhythm made his body play along with it, the feathery strands of his hair fluttering light. “It... “ the king stammered slightly before looking back over his shoulder. his face held an expression he’d not made before, painted by lust, love, obsession, and obedience. “It feels so good to — have you inside of me !” it came out in a soft exclamation, tinged by that loving pain. yet still, he craved; the human, the man Uri Reiss, he wanted, he needed this.

“Kiss me — Please.” Uri’s voice was soft, coming from pale rouged lips, like bruised rose petals.

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i just wanted you to fuck me, but then i got greedy. i wanted you to love me.

“You got everything you wanted, then, Kenny.”

silk was wrapped tight about his eyes, shrouding his vision into darkness. thin wrists had struggled against chains, clattering with a metallic ring. he looked a thing of prey, chest heaving with breaths, sweat running down his chest bare to the air; carnal messages had been left all over his body, from well fucked lips, bruises and red marks,to an aching arousal. though, what stood out the clearest were the makeshift chains about his wrists. a slight tinge came to his lips; hadn’t they been metal? why do they feel like cloth?

Uri gasped as his chin was turned up. he could scarcely even hear Kenny approaching any more; why? his lips were taken in a kiss, fierce as it was languid, tongues pressing together with a passion he gave back in kind. as much as his brain was swimming with thoughts, the core of his being was obsessed with the Ackermann. there wasn’t any getting around it.

Y’been good. I’ll take ‘em off.

the king felt the chains lift from his wrists, fingertips desperately toying at the fabric as it fell away from him. the fabric. the ties had never been chains, never been leaden down with metal. it was silk, as was the ribbon that blindfolded him. he dropped the former restraints, groping blindly forward to hold onto Kenny’s face, fingertips brushing over stubble, pushing up into slicked back hair. he was real. everything about him was in place. the more he touched his lover, the more his body returned to the present, from its mental journey back and forward in time. the memory of the past, a moment he had experienced, needle pressed into arm, the taste of blood on his tongue, the consumption he had committed. why the ceremony? why did i remember the ceremony?

“I do love you, Kenny,” Uri whispered as the prelude to a kiss, still blinded to the world, but enveloped in the older man’s arms, the taste of him familiar on his tongue, calloused hands rubbing and groping at his body. as the kiss was pulled from him, the whispered answer, the I love you, too, came after a few seconds, from behind him. he could feel a hand press down in between his shoulder blades, forcing his chest down to the sheets below him. an arm came under his hips, pulling them up and back to meet with Kenny’s. the push inside his body was familiar, enough to intoxicate him, enough for his pained and pleasured moans to be muffled by a palm.

if Kenny was greedy, Uri would give him everything.

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Touch my muse! Touching is a quiet way of conveying your feelings, so tell me how you feel with your touch!

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AGGRESSION   //   SEXUAL  TENSION .

acts  that  could  be  aggressive   //   or  a  little  bit  sexy   //   or  both.                     send  a  symbol  from  your  muse  to  mine.  feel  free  to  combine  actions  or  add  specifics  even  when  it  doesn’t  ask  for  it   !     can  send  non - sexually  as  well.

THREATENING

🔪   //   put  a  knife  to  my  muse’s  throat .

🖐️   //   put  a  hand  around  my  muse’s  throat .

👕   //   slide  a  weapon  up  under  my  muse’s  shirt     (   can  specify   ) .

👔   //   grab  my  muse  by  the  collar   &   pull  them  closer .

🔒   //   lock  my  muse  in  a  room  alone  with  your  muse .

🗩   //   verbally  threaten  my  muse     (   please  specify   ) .

PINNING

🔙   //   push  my  muse  against  a  wall .

📌   //   pin  my  muse’s  wrists  above  their  head .

🔵   //   grab  my  muse  hard  enough  to  leave  a  bruise .

🔑   //   handcuff  my  muse .

➰   //   tie  my  muse  to  a  chair .

⭕   //   restrain  my  muse  with  an  item  of  clothing     (   please  specify   ) .

🚨   //   push  my  muse  to  the  ground   &   straddle  them .

📢   //   tell  my  muse   ‘  stop  squirming   !  ’ .

🔗   //   otherwise  restrain  my  muse     (   please  specify   ) .

LIGHTER

👀   //   grab  my  muse’s  jaw   &   direct  their  gaze  towards  yours .

⚡   //   tug  my  muse’s  hair .

⚠️   //   bite  my  muse     (   can  specify  where   ) .

😏   //   give  my  muse  a  hickey .

✂️   //   run  fingernails  over  my  muse’s  skin   &   scratch  them .

💦   //   cover  my  muse’s  mouth .

DARKER

💋   //   give  my  muse  a  kiss  that  draws  blood .

🗡️   //   cut  my  muse  with  a  knife     (   can  specify  where   ) .

💀   //   kidnap  my  muse .

😶   //   put  a  hand  over  my  muse’s  nose   &   mouth .

💥   //   tighten  something  around  my  muse’s  throat  that  restricts  their  blood - flow  /  oxygen  supply     (   please  specify   ) .

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Send me a number and I’ll write a starter about the corresponding word:

(You can send multiple numbers, and I’ll try to combine the words in a starter)

1. Blood 2. Roses 3. Phantom 4. Summon 5. Bridge 6. Battle 7. Fear 8. Storm 9. Road 10. Power 11. Wolf 12. Revenge 13. Cold 14. Warm 15. Journey 16. Snake 17. King 18. Maze 19. Love 20. Hate 21. Murder 22. Death 23. Home 24. Force 25. Mountains 26. Gold 27. Silver 28. Rain 29. Betrayal 30. Protection 31. Dark 32. Whisper 33. Intimate 34. Skin 35. Screams 36. Tree 37. Religion 38. War 39. Peace 40. Laughter 41. Tears 42. Hurt 43. Comfort 44. Legend 45. Fire 46. Water 47. Earth 48. Air 49. Sun 50. Moon

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RELATIONSHIP AESTHETIC SENTENCE STARTERS a bunch of quotes pulled from pinterest boards. feel free to make alterations.

tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway.

i love you, but i’m scared.

you were all i wanted, but not like this.

haven’t you learned by now? it hurts either way.

i’ve lost so much already. i can’t lose you, too.

it terrifies me what i would do for you.

you make me feel things i didn’t believe in anymore. 

i’d be lying if i told you losing you was something i could handle.

don’t forget, you’re the one who left. 

maybe we can fix each other.

i’m sorry i had nothing to say that night.

in the middle of my chaos, there was you.

the problem is if i kissed you, i don’t think i’d be able to stop.

i just wanted you to fuck me, but then i got greedy. i wanted you to love me. 

can’t you tell i’m in love with you?

i’m scared to love you. i’m not good enough.

you deserve happiness, so i left. 

i thought we’d have more time. 

what if, all my life, when i meet someone new, i can never fall for them because they aren’t you?

i used to say i’d know you anywhere, but it’s getting harder.

even after all the hell you put me through, i still want to end up in your arms.

i don’t want us to be strangers again.

you still feel like home.

whatever we are, i still remember the way we were.

i’m here if you want me.

for you, i’ll risk it all.

you never even told me why.

i like to be alone, but i would rather be alone with you.

please don’t be in love with someone else.

you sat down next to me and i think i forgot how to breathe.

i need you to tell me it’s okay.

do you understand that we will never be the same again?

timing has never been our strong suit. 

i still can’t count all the reasons why i’m wildly in love with you.

you help bring out the person inside me that i’ve always tried to be.

i’m not ready to admit how much you mean to me.

feel free to use kisses as a method to shut me up anytime.

i know we haven’t talked in two years, but i think we’re still in love.

never again. just tonight, okay?

i still remember the first day i met you.