lxvelikewinter

[lxvelikewinter]

sorry if i was a bitch i probably wanted to go home

[lxvelikewinter]

They smiled, all sharp teeth as he confirmed the challenge for what it was. They couldn’t help the laugh that passed their lips as he leaned into their hand, and their smile only seemed to widen as Erika felt her claws go just a little deeper, cutting bark as her hand and claws raked down his chest.

“As if I needed an invitation.” They hissed, the sharp gasp on her hair drawing the sound from them easily. She leaned into his hand slightly before slipping closer to lick at the wound, sap like blood covering their tongue as they did as they were told.

Erika glanced up at Thorn through her lashes before giving him full eye contact. “The world carved these sharp edges. But its not without care for those that don’t deserve those edges.” They aren’t sure he wanted such a serious question in this situation, but they gave him the truth in the instance. No play on words. No manipulation, because truth is relative to the question. Just raw honesty.

And yet, like her father before them, such raw vulnerability was alien to them.

“I don’t think all things considered,” Erika mumbled running a finger through the wound they had caused, gathering the viscous fluid from it, and sucked it from their finger, “I’m not inclined to think you mind the sharp edges, do you? I think it excites you.”

“Oh, well that sounds like a challenge, Thorn.” They grinned, all sharp teeth and mischief. A single hand slid up to the base of his throat, claws lightly drumming against the lower part of his neck and clavicle. “Back out? And be a coward? When you could paint me such a pretty shade of red? Sounds boring.”

It was then that Eri’s claws sank into the material of the shirt, slicing it open and with enough pressure that perhaps there would be cuts in the bark, or at least that was their hope. After all, Eri did adore leaving marks.

[lxvelikewinter]

reblog if you have skilled writer friends and you're damn proud of them

[lxvelikewinter]

There was a coldness in their expression as they waited for his answer that didn’t quite make it to their eyes. Their eyes held an air of hopefulness as if in this moment they hoped they were wrong. As if waiting for Alaric to prove them wrong just this once.

And yet, the moment those words excited his mouth of felt like someone had ripped her heart out. That cold mask crumpled with a weight they hadn’t realized they were holding. Brows knitted together as hot tears gathered in her eyes. Erika had always thought that was the reason for his distance, but for whatever reason they hadn’t realize how much it would hurt to hear it. It shouldn’t be a surprise really, Alaric was good at proving them right with his actions, guess he wasn’t sugarcoating it anymore.

“I-I-I’m s-s-sorry I- “

The idea of staying became violently too much to bear. They felt raw, and they had no doubt their expression looked it, and without a word they stumbled back toward the door, tripping over their own feet as they turned to dart for it, all the clean graceful composure that Erika was known for seemingly gone in an instance. The moment they were out the door, Erika shifted. The small black cat darting quickly to disappear into the dark woods surrounding her father’s home.

🥃 “do you regret having me brought back after what Subhoiem did?” -Erika (Who needs their feelings in tact amongst friends?)( @lxvelikewinter )

With distant horror, he saw the very thin thread retaining their rocky relationship, and how easily his answer, while a lie, would sever it.

"Yes, every single day since."

[lxvelikewinter]

I absolutely love when a character is trying to hide injuries or just how sore they are by moving around like normal. They’ve perfected walking without wincing, ignoring the pain as they sit down or stand up, maybe even running.

But then as soon as they’re out of sight, the second they make it home and the door closes behind them, they just collapse to the floor in tears.

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“Oh, well that sounds like a challenge, Thorn.” They grinned, all sharp teeth and mischief. A single hand slid up to the base of his throat, claws lightly drumming against the lower part of his neck and clavicle. “Back out? And be a coward? When you could paint me such a pretty shade of red? Sounds boring.”

It was then that Eri’s claws sank into the material of the shirt, slicing it open and with enough pressure that perhaps there would be cuts in the bark, or at least that was their hope. After all, Eri did adore leaving marks.

"If we are going to be ruining my wardrobe, might I suggest tearing instead? Much faster, less chance of tiring out that lovely mouth before we get to anything fun- just a thought."

[lxvelikewinter]

𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 …

✦ a collection of prompts that can be considered nsfw, with a lot of teasing and tension driven prompts. adjust as needed ; send ‘ + reverse ‘ for sender and receiver to switch spots. Combine prompts by sending more than one.

「 SQUEEZE 」 : for sender to rest their hand on the receivers thigh , giving it a squeeze .

「 LINGER 」 : for senders touch to linger on the receiver.

「 MASSAGE 」 : for sender to give receiver a massage .

「 LOTION 」 : for sender to rub lotion into the receivers skin

「 SLIP 」 : for senders hand to slip between the receivers legs.

「 TUG 」 : for sender to tug on the receivers hair

「CLIMB 」 : for sender to climb into receivers lap

「PULL 」 : for the sender to pull receiver into their lap

「BITE 」 : for sender to bite the receiver ( include the location )

「 MARK 」 : for sender to leave hickies on receiver

「 BARE 」 : for sender to undress in front of receiver

「 HELP 」 : for sender to help receiver undress

「 GRIND 」 : for sender to grind against the receiver

「 HOT 」 : for sender and receiver to share a heated kiss

「 OOPS 」 : for sender to accidentally send receiver a risqué image.

「 CHIME 」 : for sender to purposefully send receiver a risqué image.

「 WHISPER 」 : for sender to whisper something suggestive in receivers ear

「 HOLD 」 : for sender to hold receivers throat

「 THROW 」 : for sender to throw receiver onto the bed

「 PRESS 」 : for sender to press receiver against a wall and kiss them

「 CAUGHT 」 : for sender to catch receiver pleasuring themselves

「 LIGHT 」 : for sender to touch the receiver with a feather light pressure.

「 INNER 」 : for sender to kiss along the inside of receivers thigh

[lxvelikewinter]

“I can fix him!” That’s cute. I can break him. I can make him a shell of a man.

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“Why not slicing?” They offered him a smile, clawed hands gliding up his arm, just barely the threat of them. “Just a thought. Might be a shame to cut you up a little while I’m at it.”

@draighean

“Blackthorn, I know your clothes are expertly tailored for you, but I’d love to expertly take them off and mark you with my teeth.”

[lxvelikewinter]

@draighean

“Blackthorn, I know your clothes are expertly tailored for you, but I’d love to expertly take them off and mark you with my teeth.”

[lxvelikewinter]

forget who’s the top or bottom, which one of you is nursing a fresh bite-sized wound and which one of you is licking the blood off your teeth

[lxvelikewinter]

“I don’t think birthdays get any less sad to celebrate. But Happy Birthday to me, guess.”

[lxvelikewinter]

*stumbles out of the haunted house covered in hickies*

[lxvelikewinter]

@gaslitbygod

“Lilith-I’ve missed you…”

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“Probably not, but thats a soooober Eri problem.” Erika mumbled, glancing at her father’s hand reaching for the bottle. Distantly, they considered handing it to him. It would be the smarter choice given the hangover they’d like have. Yet, that was decidedly a further problem she wasn’t worried about.

“Was it because I died?” They slurred quietly, taking another drink from the bottle. “I didn’t mean that to happen. I didn’t even know who he was. I just didn’t want him to take you away either.” It wasn’t a topic they touched. What happened that day.

“I miss her.” Her voice broke as she admitted it. “She had her flaws, but she was great.”

Their head tilted in thought, and their hand swayed as tried to hand Alaric the bottle. “Do you ever wish you hadn’t brought me back? I used to wonder when I was younger. Especially dealing with the repercussions.”

They got into the faerie wine again. Maybe, maybe they should stop drinking when upset, but eldest child decisions had more or less exited the chat after the twins and Adeline died.

“Dad, am I hard to love? Is that- is that why you got so distant after I died?” They slurred, taking another pull from the bottle clumsily as they were strewn across a couch, although where in the house they couldn’t remember. “Mom said that wasn’t it. But you were so distant and stricter after. Did I do something wrong? I hate fid I do wrong-“

(Erika to Ala)(because they’ve been dancing around this convo for fucking years at this point it feels like)(lxvelikewinter)

"Is this a conversation we should be having, now?" He asked out of reflex, because it seemed like something a father should ask. It was a bit ridiculous, for him to try on that role now, but all the same Ala still reached for the bottle.

A part of him wondered if it was the only way they could talk, anymore. Did he truly back Erika so far into a corner, that sobriety made talking impossible? It hurt, but only because he knew that it was a fair response. He hadn't been good for her, to her.

"I think we would all be better off if we truly listened to your mother. I've struggled with many things, but loving you, my child, isnt one of them." Ala perched on the arm of the couch, giving space while still being near. "You did nothing wrong, nothing."

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"How many scars did you justify because you loved the person who was holding the knife?"

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Mun photos because I got a new tattoo and I feel hot as fuck.