#in my mind i am 100% correct and right ❤️

[princesseevee06]

well now I HAVE to know the crack teal-green-limeblings headcanon!!!!!!!

ohhhhhhh boy. you will regret this /j ok but for real buckle up it’s gonna be a long ride. i literally started composing a long ass document for this theory so that’s how you know this has consumed my brain.

#1: PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Ok so this is the one that most obviously first caught my eye. It was always weird to me how despite the fact that Shin and Kanna are the ones to be confirmed siblings, Kanna ends up looking more similar to Sou in hair color + eye color. Overall, Sou’s hair/eye colors look like a perfect blend of Shin/Kanna’s. and since Shin and Kanna ARE siblings…well. Idk what that entails

I colordropped all of their hair and eye colors for comparison a little while ago, and…yeah. They’re pretty similar

(although i actually find it interesting how sou’s eyes look exactly like shin’s hair. Hm)

But of course physical appearance alone isn’t enough to actually ~prove anything~ (tbf none of this “evidence” actually is) but lucky for you there’s PLENTY MORE WHERE THAT CAME FROM

#2: SHIN’S MEMORY WITH SOU

This one is by far the biggest reason I have this theory. Ok, I’m gonna say it. SHIN’S MEMORY IS WEIRD!!!! THE VAGUENESS OF HIS MEMORY IS WEIRD!!!!! Let me elaborate:

Shin’s dialogue here seems veeeeeeeeery carefully worded to me. You might note that while Shin says he has a sibling, he very specifically says he DOESNT know their age or gender

…which, by itself, I suppose makes sense. But from a narrative standpoint, why was this line necessary to include? If Shin were to say he thought he had a little sister, we all would’ve jumped to the same conclusion anyways. So the fact this is purposefully left vague rings alarm bells in my mind.

Not to mention, the last line of this scene seems like HEAVY foreshadowing to me:

Like, ok Shin, you’re gonna talk about your longlost missing sibling and then drop THIS line at the very end? Ok. If we compare this “last line” to some of the other last lines in the other memories, it also just seems…out of place.

With Kanna and Q-taro’s here, they both seem to demonstrate their reasons for making their wish extremely well. Kanna granted Kugie’s wish because she loves her sister, and Q-taro’s wish was because of his ambition to get back onto the field. In comparison, Shin’s last line just seems. Weird to me? Because if we look at that scene with the context of knowing Kanna is Shin’s sibling, then the last line just. Doesn’t add up. I guess you might argue that Shin hoped Sou was his missing sibling? And the subversion was that it was actually Kanna instead? But the fact that it’s left SO vague is so so weird to me.

ADDING ONTO THIS: how the hell would Shin NOT know about Kanna? HE’S SEVEN YEARS OLDER THAN HER. I THINK HE WOULD’VE NOTICED HIS MOTHER HAVING A WHOLEASS CHILD. I think the only real explanations here are that Shin’s dad had an affair (which is 😭😭😭 oof) or that Shin is also adopted (although if there’s another explanation that makes sense please let me know because im so perplexed by this situation). Let me explain:

If Shin was adopted, then it would make sense that he wouldn’t know about Kanna, because he wouldn’t know who his bio mom/dad are in the first place. But then like….would Shin’s PARENTS even know about Kanna? Again, she’s seven years younger than him….would they even keep in touch with the family they adopted from…….idk…….to me……it might make more sense……..if the sibling in question…..was older than Shin……..because if that were the case, it would make more sense for Shin’s parents to know about them. and say for example, if said older sibling’s information was very very classified, like top-secret organization classified, then it might make sense that even shin’s parents wouldn’t know their age/gender 🤔

(this is again. all VERY much a stretch. but like. i feel like it at least makes a LITTLE bit of sense)

#3: MOMDORI (THIS WOMAN HAS ISSUES, MAN)

Believe it or not, Momdori’s entire existence leads me to believe this theory more strongly. This is more of an intuition based off of narrative foreshadowing yadda yadda, but it’s SUPER interesting to me that Momdori’s first appearance (i hope it’s not her only appearance ;-;) is in Kai’s mini episode, where she is actively encouraging Gashu to choose one of his children over the other. It’s super creepy, because the way she talks about it almost makes it sound like she has firsthand experience.

Like, okay, if it were true that the greenblings trio were all siblings (which again, is just a reach on my part) wouldn’t it make perfect sense that Momdori would give Shin and Kanna up to other families??? If Sou was already proving to be a reliable asset to the organization at a young age, and she has this ideology of “not needing more than one,” why would she want to keep the other two? Sou himself describes Shin and Kanna as “kind, cowardly, and weak” which are traits that Asunaro would certanly not be looking for.

If these three were siblings I think it would ALSO make sense why Shin is a candidate despite having a 0% win percentage. I think it’s already been implied by Gashu that the candidates all have ties to Asunaro in some way or another (he asks before he dies if anyone has doubts about their upbringing) (plus we already know Q-taro’s orphanage was named Asunaro), and Shin being the son of an Asunaro executive would imo certainly give him the “right to win” by Asunaro standards, despite how abysmal his rates actually are.

Again. This is all just conjecture. I’m aware how farfetched all of this actually is. …but I just want to enjoy my bleebies in peace.

(i’m so sorry this was so long please forgive me)

i could add an extra part about how sou’s strange fixation on shin could be another line of evidence for this theory but tbh that part of the theory is so stretchy, elastic is jealous. so i’m not going to add it

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[chvoswxtch]

Life is being a b rn and i am overwhelmed X 100 so i was listening to sweet nothings by T.Swift yesterday and sobbed imaging matt. So the request: reader is hella stressed due to work and life she comes home one day and just breaks down and matt goes "hey come here" and then he kisses her nose and her eyelids (idk y i find this cute) and its all soft and fluffy. feel to ignore this ig lmao. love you xx

again, I wasn't planning on posting this today, but it spilled out of me so easily I felt like it was a sign that you really needed this today nonnie, and maybe someone else does too. I hope your day is going so well, & you're feeling much better. sending you all the love, my darling. ❤️

blurb below the cut.

sweet nothing.

to you i can admit, that i’m just too soft for all of it

Matt could tell from two blocks away that it had been a rough day. He felt the tension weighing down your shoulders like gravity, and the heat of irritation burned across the tops of your cheeks. He heard your labored breathing when you entered the building as you attempted to steady your emotions in case you had to face him.

You always tried to compose yourself when you came home, no matter how much Matt reminded you that you couldn’t fool him. He knew you like the back of his hand, even without his heightened senses. You were always so worried about caring for him that you often tried to erase his opportunities to show you the same gentle affection. 

Like you were right now, furiously wiping away frustrated tears in the elevator, probably hoping that he couldn’t already taste them. His heart ached at the way you took deep breaths to calm yourself before stepping off the elevator, and the way your fingers struggled to locate the correct key on your set. 

He wasn’t always home when you had a rough day, and he often felt guilty about that. His biggest regret in your relationship was that he wasn’t always there for you as much as you were for him. But he was here now.

Matt opened the door the second you stepped in front of it, noting the sharp gasp of surprise at his presence, and he plastered an empathetic smile on his lips as he extended his hand to reach for you.

“C’mere.”

“Matty…I…d-didn’t think you’d be home. Don’t you have that-”

“Angel, come here.”

Matt didn’t give you a chance to hesitate this time, lightly grasping onto your waist to pull you inside, gently tugging your purse away from your shoulder to toss onto the entry table as he shut the door with his foot. The moment he enveloped you tightly into his chest with his strong arms, you broke. 

It never failed to break Matt’s heart hearing you cry. You were sensitive, and sometimes crying was how you let it all out. He understood that about you, but it still pained him nonetheless. He wanted to protect you from everything; the monsters that hid in the shadows, and the ones that lurked in your mind.

Matt delicately cradled the back of your head against his chest while he held you, rubbing soothing circles along your lower back with his palm as he shushed you, pressing his lips firmly to the crown of your head while you cried into his dress shirt. He lightly swayed with you from side to side, which conjured the memory of the two of you dancing around the living room a few months ago with the aided technicolor lights of the billboard across the street. You had been so happy that night. Matt made a mental note to dance with you more often.

He allowed you a few moments of comfortable silence before speaking, keeping his voice quiet and gentle.

“Do you wanna talk about it, sweetheart?”

“Today was just…hard, Matty. I…don’t know how to-”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to. Did something happen? Or is it a little bit of everything?”

“Little bit of everything.”

Matt hummed in acknowledgement, slipping his fingers into your hair to lightly massage at the back of your scalp. He rested his chin on top of your head and closed his eyes, listening for your heartbeat to decrescendo into a calmer rhythm. He tightened his arm around your waist when you let out a heavy exhale, your entire body releasing the pent up stress along with it. It always made his chest swell with pride that you found a safe haven in his body as much as he did yours.

“I love my job…but it’s so…stressful sometimes. And I’m…I feel like I’m doing everything I can.”

“I know what you mean, honey.”

“Maybe I’m not g-”

“Don’t start that.”

Matt’s voice was firmer as he wrapped his hand around the back of your neck to give it a light squeeze, dipping his head down so that he could press his forehead against yours.

“You are good enough. You’re just having a rough day, sweetheart. It’ll pass. It always does, right? That’s what you tell me, isn’t it?”

“It’s different with you, Matty.”

“How do you mean, honey?”

“You’re…strong. You can handle it. Sometimes I think…I’m just too soft for all of it.”

A faint smile tugged at the corner of Matt’s mouth as he pulled back slightly to cup your face in his hands, brushing your tears away with his thumbs carefully. His blank eyes stared just above your head, and the smile on his lips split into a wider grin as he shook his head slowly.

“What?”

“It’s okay to be soft. That’s where I come in, honey. To be strong when you can’t. Whatever you feel like you can’t handle, just give to me. Let me have it. I’ll do whatever I can to make it better.”

A soft sigh escaped your mouth as you wrapped your hands around Matt’s wrists, leaning your face into his right palm. He could feel your eyes on him, and the way the corner of your mouth quirked up slightly.

“You know, you may be the Devil to everyone else, but you’re an angel to me. I’d tell you to change your name, but I don’t think ‘The Angel of Hell’s Kitchen’ would strike fear the same way.”

A deep laugh rumbled in Matt’s chest at your words, and his eyes crinkled as he grinned down at you.

“Probably not.”

“Besides, you look really good in red, Saint Matthew.”

“Duly noted, sweetheart.”

Matt flashed you a cheeky grin as he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. His warm breath fanned over your skin as he placed another kiss to the tip of your nose, one to both of your eyelids which caused you to giggle, and lingering ones to your cheeks before he finally met your lips in a soft kiss.

“What do you say we order in and take a bath, hm?”

“With bubbles?”

“All the bubbles you want.”

“All the bubbles I want? You spoil me, Matty.”

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[remuswriting]

hello! i just saw your matchup and would love to participate. i hope you had a wonderful day and take your time - don't feel rushed ❤️i would like a romantic matchup with a male haikyuu character. i am female, she/her, 17 years and questioning my sexuality.

my mbti is intj, i'm creative, confident - but also shy, mature, empathetic - but i have a hard time showing emotions, i'm a quick learner and hardworking. i'm also a dreamy person, introverted and rather quiet towards most people. i don't want to seem unfriendly at all, but i'm uncomfortable showing expressions (me working in a coffe shop: very awkward) i love wearing jewellery and pearl hair clips, nail polish and skirts. i have the urge to be "perfect" all the time, to be the prettiest, the smartest (that sounds unfriendly but i swear i just have an identity crisis) .

i speak my mind directly, always have my own opinion. i like to write, draw, kickbox - appreciate the beauty of art and the deepness of the world as well as the adrenaline rush, the feeling of fighting and letting my anger out. when i'm comfortable i'm very bubbly, playful, mischievous and flirty. but at first you'll only see my quiet side, telling you at the first meeting that your hair reminds me of cotton candy (i just go randomly "your smile is pretty" i feel like they should know that, no??! )

my type is someone who is smart. someone calm but not too quiet and gives me affirmations. should be protective, good at communicating (because i suck at it), possibly endure that i need 2 hours for my outfit. he should be a gentleman - but also someone who can surprise me, is playful and can help me get out of my struck up zone. someone who isn't afraid to show me his love. i love silent attention from people, and to walk through the city or an art gallery while being admired is quite appealing <3

my love languages: probably physical touch ( im touch starved and when i fall for someone im going to be clingy), acts of service

--> don't want to get paired with: bokuto, tanaka, ushijima

I believe Oikawa would be a good match for you!

HOW YOU MET

Your parents had enrolled you into a nice cram school to make sure your exam scores would be good enough to get you into any college.  Honestly, you think it’s a waste of money since you’re getting perfect scores on everything and are consecutively the number one spot for mock exams.  You’re just going to appease your parents until it’s the summer term, and you’re going for a very different reason.

The teacher called on you to answer a question, which you do and it’s right.  You’re 100% right, the teacher even told you so, but some kid had to ask a question that drove you up the wall.

“But sensei, it’s never been proven how many ships there were for voyages four through seven, so saying that the number of ships fluctuated over the voyages isn’t 100 percent accurate,” a voice said, and you turned around to see a guy with brown hair. “So, how would that be the correct answer?”

“We’re going based on the information we have,” the teacher said, and he didn’t look too pleased about someone talking to him like that.  You weren’t too pleased either that he was trying to prove you wrong when you weren’t.

Class went on without you or him saying anything.  You really tried to pay attention, truly you did, but you just couldn’t.  Usually, you try to not let things like that bother you and just take it out later when you go workout, but he had managed to get under your skin.  You took a deep breath and told yourself that you’d just let this go, because it wasn’t worth blowing up over.

After class, you’re leaving when someone stops in front of you outside the cram school.  It’s the guy from earlier.  “Can I help you?”

“Oikawa Tooru,” the guy said as he stuck his hand out, and you stared at it for a second, confused. “I’m a third-year at Seijoh.”

You nodded. “Okay?”

“You’re L/N, right?  The one whose usually number one on exams?” Oikawa asked, and you nodded again.  What did he want? “Well, just know that I’m going to be number one next time.”

Was he declaring an academic war on you?  Had that been what his intent was back in class?

“Alright,” you said.  You doubted he’d be able to do it. “Just don’t get upset when it doesn’t happen.”

Oikawa chuckled as he rolled his eyes. “I won’t be upset because I’ll beat you.”

You narrowed your eyes at him slightly.  Okay, he was definitely declaring an academic war.  You’d just have to show him he wasn’t going to be the one winning.  It would be you.

HEADCANONS

Oikawa loves holding your hand.  You’re walking around the city?  He’s holding your hand saying that it’s so you guys don’t get separated.  You’re studying together?  He’s holding your hand because he has to warm them up for you.

You’re usually prepared for class, but he carries around extra supplies just in case you forget to bring something.

You joke your first date was at a ramen shop you and Oikawa went to (the night he confessed he liked you), but Oikawa swears it’s the next time you went out to eat together.

Totally waited outside of the cram school before guys were friends and said it was because he always got there at the same time as you.  He actually just wanted to see you because he didn’t sit next to you.

You visited his practice once because you had a free day.  The classic experience where no one understands how Oikawa managed to get you to like him.

Oikawa makes time for you because he wants you to know you’re important to him.  He’s had some issues in the past with him not making time for people, and he doesn’t want to make the same mistake again.

One night, you two are talking and he smiles, and you compliment him.  He’s surprised because he sees the rivalry a little more intensely than you do.  He thanks you and is immediately running away because he’s blushing and doesn’t know why he’s blushing so much.

TROPE

Rivals-to-Lovers

Continuing from your meeting.  Oikawa does, in fact, score higher than you on the next exam.  In your defense, you had been helping a friend out at her family’s store for a couple of days and hadn’t been able to study like you normally had.  After that exam, you two are constantly competing for top spot.  You guys never fight, but you both slowly start liking each other because someone is on your level.  After a while, you guys are studying together at the library near the cram school, eating together after class, and hanging out together because you want to.

RUNNERUP: Akaashi!

I really hope you like this!  Have a good day!

#remuswriting matchups

[violentinecrl]

For all the people you've hurt

Kamilah Sayeed x Mc (Lenore)

Warning: smut at the end (also, I am not sure if that is a good ending, I got stuck there for a while but I mean I've been told it looks good like this so if you don't like it blame the people tagged below 😂)

Rating: Mature

This happens right after Mc goes after Gaius on her own on book 3, and brings him back to the group so he can help them defeat Rheya. However, Kamilah is not as calm as she was in the game... her fear of losing Mc once again gets the best of her, her walls crumbling down...

Thank you @tyrilblue for correcting my english, and thank you @neversleepgaius, @supercorpstuff and @rainbows-ampersand-sunshine for reading this cringe thing ❤️

@choicesficwriterscreations

“So listen, and listen well. This is not your redemption story. You do not get to become some hero in the last act. One good deed does not undo millennia of evil. So we will take your help. Because we need it. But when this is done, you’ll pay for your sins. For all the people you’ve hurt! Understand?!” Kamilah’s voice came out rough, harsher than Lenore had ever heard it. There was no doubt in those words.

“I do.” After a moment of hesitation Gaius answered, his voice fragile, all the anger, hatred, all the violence gone.

As Jax walked over to Gaius, ready to speak his own piece of mind, Kamilah’s eyes darted in Adrian’s direction, as one of her fingers pointed straight at the newest ally of the group, the rest of the room a simple blur to her, the words Jax was now yelling at Gaius drowned in her anger.

“Keep an eye on him! Any kind of suspicious movement and I mean any kind, you strike! I’ll have a word with her!” she said, grabbing Mc’s hand strongly enough for her to understand that Kamilah was not happy, but not strongly enough to hurt her.

And yet, Lenore was not putting them at risk, she believed in Gaius' intentions, she had to if they wanted to finally defeat Rheya. Kamilah needed to trust her just this once. His mind was… polluted, a disorganized mix of dark, evil webs hiding his own thoughts, desires, the true Gaius. That didn’t erase all of the things he’d done, it didn’t erase the sword that had trespassed her chest, taking her last human breath. And even if it didn’t, they needed his help, the real Gaius’ help. They needed his desire for revenge and the regret that now clouded his mind even if no one knew that.

As Lenore was being dragged through the bar to the small and quiet room, the only space that could give them privacy right now, all the arguments she would have to use were running through her mind directionless, confused. Kamilah’s reluctance to work with the person that had hurt her so much was understandable, but there wasn’t any other option. “He’s being honest, I saw it!” she would have to repeat, “I wouldn’t have brought him here, to you, if I wasn’t 100% sure it was safe!”

Finally, as they reached the room, Kamilah harshly opened the door, getting Lenore inside and following after, closing it as aggressively as she had opened it. It was the same room, but it felt colder than it had the night before.

Lenore focused on the other woman’s heart. It was beating fast, drumming inside of her. Had it been like that before, when she first saw Gaius entering the bar? At first, Kamilah just stood there, fists clenched, and eyes shut, trying to calm her breathing and slow her heart.

“Kamilah, listen to me! I-“

But there was no time to talk, Kamilah immediately cut her off, her voice begging for answers, her eyes searching for them.

“What were you thinking?!” she asked slowly, without breaking the distance that separated the two girls.

“Ka, he won’t hurt us, I can assure you that he is-“ she tried to say, remembering all the arguments that had crossed her mind on the way to the room.

“You don’t get it, Lenore, do you? You don’t get it…”

“I do, I do get it!” Lenore got a little closer trying to reach for Kamilah, her voice low and calm, and yet pleading for the other woman’s comprehension, “I understand that you don’t like this idea and don’t trust him, I don’t like it either, I get it, but he will help. We will kee-“

“I don’t give a shit about that! I can see he’s going to help, I’ll kill him myself if he doesn’t! But how did you get to him, Lenore?! Did he come here without any of us noticing? Did he take you with him?! Did he, Lenore?!”

Kamilah knew the answer to those questions… Lenore could see it in her eyes, in the way her mouth formed a thin line, the way Kamilah kept her hands closed in fists. And the realization hit. The problem was not bringing Gaius here to them, it was the fact that she had left, without telling anyone, to face the person that had once killed her, on her own.

“I- I had to… It had to be me. It was the perfect time, we couldn’t wait any longer. And it worked!” her head lifted, looking Kamilah in the eyes, hoping those last 3 words would make her worries cease.

But Kamilah just sighed, running her hands through her hair, eyes closing shut once again, harder than the first time as if to stop all the possible outcomes of Lenore’s actions from going through her head. The image of her dead body next to Gaius in the streets of Tokyo, without her knowing, while she slept with no clue that the next morning she would be alone again.

“But what if it hadn’t?” she said almost in a whisper, “What if it hadn’t, Lenore?!” her voice grew stronger, more desperate, eyes shooting open, pain flooding them, “You’re our only hope of defeating Rheya, and I don’t think you understand the fear that puts me through every day! Every day I fear for the moment we will face her and you’re there, in the front line! Every day I fear that I’ll have to watch you die right in front of my eyes, in my arms again and this time I won’t be able to do anything to bring you back to me! And yet you go out to fight against Gaius, on your own!”

Her eyes were now brighter as the tears started forming, dripping slowly down her face. She held herself, grabbing the sleeves of her suit hard as if trying to force the walls not to completely crumble once again, baring herself and her tears to the one she loved.

Lenore stood there, the weight of those words sinking in, her chest tight, and making it impossible for words to come out of her mouth.

“You should have told me”, continued Kamilah “I should have gone with you just to be sure you’d be safe, that I wouldn’t lose you again… I can’t lose you again, I can’t handle that feeling once again, Lenore! I have lived for 2000 years, I’ve suffered… but that feeling… that was agonizing…”

“Kamilah…” Lenore whispered more to herself than to the other woman, involving her in a tight hug. She had expected the hug not to be returned, but Kamilah’s hands traveled to her girlfriend’s back holding her tight… tighter than she had ever held her, the idea of losing her making it hard to breathe “I had to try… I was ready for it, it had to be now or never. And you forget that if I can avoid putting you in danger, I will… I know you’re strong, stronger than me, but I fear for your safety just as much as you fear for mine. I couldn’t drag you with me. I had to face him myself no matter the consequences.”

Kamilah's tears were now unashamedly falling down her face, soaking her flushed cheeks. Lenore had never seen her so vulnerable. Had she been like this when everyone thought she had died? Had Kamilah held her just as tightly when her limp, dead body rested in her arms? What about the next four days? Had she looked this beautiful crying for her to come back?

“When I saw you with him I started imagining what you had done, how you went to him alone, and all these thoughts of losing you… they just came all at once.” Kamilah swallowed her tears, bringing her face up high again, vulnerability hidden but still there, on those wet cheeks and slightly red eyes from where tears kept escaping, on the way her arms held Lenore as if she might vanish at any moment “So, no more «no matter the consequences». You listen to me girl, you do that once again, and I’m killing you myself” she said, but her eyes were kind, loving, her voice was firm but warm, her hands held Lenore tight but gently.

Lenore couldn’t stop a laugh from escaping her mouth, tears still covering her eyes “Yes, Mom. I’ll behave from now on, promise”.

Kamilah couldn’t handle not rolling her eyes at the sarcasm hidden in Lenore’s words, a little smirk forming on her lips. She was in love with a dumbass.

With her thumbs, she caressed the dark-haired girl, drying her wet cheeks gently, slowly feeling every inch of her hot and flushed skin. And that was the moment she got conscious of her own tears. She tried to reach for them, drying her cheeks as well, but Lenore stopped her, grabbing her wrists gently.

Taking her thumbs just like Kamilah had done, Lenore caressed her cheeks, tracing the path where the tears had flowed.

“You look pretty when you cry, did you know that?” she whispered, as she hid her face in the crook of Kamilah’s neck, breathing deeply, taking in all her sweet scent, her vampire senses making it even sweeter.

“If this is your way of escaping the subject, I have to warn you, you picked the wrong thing to say” even though Kamilah’s voice was serious, Lenore could feel how unexpected it had been for her to hear that, how her heart started beating faster. Not only had she seen those barriers crumble once again, with desperate tears, but she had found it pretty.

“Is it not working?” she teased, hand traveling from Kamilah’s cheeks to the back of her head, feeling her body tensing, as Lenore slid her fingers through her dark brown hair, getting their bodies closer.

“You w- “

Lenore didn’t let the older vampire finish, trailing her lips over Kamilah’s, ever so slightly, kissing her bottom lip once the words had gotten lost on her tongue.

“Trying a different escape route?” Kamilah asked, her voice so low only a vampire’s ears could catch the sound, her breath getting heavier, her lips trying to get closer to Lenore’s who smiled at the question, nodding, and teasingly pulling away.

Kamilah’s eyes flashed at the movement, hands grabbing her lover’s waist, pulling her impossibly close, her lips hovering over Lenore’s.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, girl” she whispered, her voice hoarse, all the emotion, fear, and adrenaline that she had gone through mixing up with the desire that was now lighting inside of her.

Hearing that, Lenore crashed their lips together, parting Kamilah’s, allowing her tongue to slide inside. Only that touch turned their heartbeat unsteady, uncontrolled, their breath caught in their throats. Their mouths hot and demanding, the kisses getting more and more feverish. The younger vampire’s hands were now all over the place, one of them grasping Kamilah’s hair hard, making a low groan escape through kisses, the other one trying to get rid of the blazer, get it away from the skin she so wanted to touch.

But a quick hand stopped Lenore from removing it completely, letting it hang on Kamilah’s arm, who was shaking her head disapprovingly.

“No, Lenore” Kamilah smirked at her and approached the girl, murmuring low in her ear “Get naked, now”.

That was enough to send a spike of electricity running from Lenore’s spine to her core, fire starting to burn deep down inside of her. Clumsy, she obeyed, taking her black dress off a little too fast for her own liking, but the desire was building just too fast for her to keep up, her eyes never leaving Kamilah’s. Those deep brown eyes followed her every movement, with unspoken desire, hungry as they always were for Lenore.

Finally, her bare body was in display for Kamilah to take in. The woman got closer taking one hand to Lenore’s hip, pushing her closer, leaning her head down to kiss her softly, teasingly. Then, suddenly, she pushed Lenore down on the bed, biting hard on her lower lip, trying to contain the yearning burning inside of her, trying not to devour ever single bit of that pale, white skin, calling for her. She ignored how her thighs started to tense, trying to press on each other to contain the powerful aching building up between them.

“Lay down” she demanded, walking slowly towards the bed, her eyes taking in every single inch of Lenore’s body bathed by the white light of the moon entering from the small window behind the bed “and spread your legs wide for me”.

Lenore gasped at the command, trying hard to spread her legs before Kamilah’s eyes but the desire was way too big, the need for friction screaming inside of her. Laying down, the vampire took one hand to her nipple pressing hard, moaning at the sensation, wishing it was Kamilah’s hand.

In front of her, Kamilah started undressing, not looking at what she was doing, but instead staring at the hand pressed against Lenore’s breast, how it started caressing the rest of her own body, wandering through the middle of her breasts, the length of her stomach, getting too close to where Lenore wanted Kamilah.

“Stop” Kamilah said as she slipped out of the last piece of clothing, head tilted to the side, breath becoming erratic.

Lenore groaned in frustration at the command, her legs starting to get closer, as the tension became unbearable “Please, Ka” she begged, brows furrowing, hands pulling on her skin, trying to get any kind of friction she could.

Kamilah smiled mischievously, getting in the bed, hands on either side of Lenore’s head, and one leg teasingly pressing at her core. Lenore’s hips bucked at the contact, starting to rub herself against it, a cry surging from deep within her “Kamilah…”.

The older vampire took her lips just under her ear, starting to trail kisses down her neck, biting and licking her, her hand pinching the hard nipple under her, grabbing the whole breast, while her leg kept pressing against Lenore.

She wanted to keep teasing the girl under her, to hear the sounds of frustration and desire as she rubbed against her, but the idea of tasting Lenore, after all the worry she had gone through that day was almost irresistible. She wanted to touch her, make her scream and beg for more.

Kamilah took her leg from the middle of Lenore’s, who sucked in a heavy breath at the lack of contact “no…“. Lowering herself over Lenore, Kamilah started kissing along the valley of her breasts, hands roaming lower now, pressing her nails down her hips.

“What do you want, Lenore?” She asked looking up, spreading the girl’s legs wider apart, hands moving to her inner thighs, drawing small circles, slightly scratching her pale skin.

Lenore felt her breath quicken as the anticipation built up inside her, making it hard to speak “touch me…”.

Kamilah smiled “what did you say?” she asked, as her mouth left small kisses at the very top of Lenore’s thighs, so close to where she wanted to be, making the girl bulk her hips up, despair starting to build up.

“Please!” Lenore almost screamed, taking her hands to Kamilah’s hair, grabbing hard, begging for the contact “please, Ka…”

“Good girl” with a smirk Kamilah gave in. Leaving one last bite at her tight, the woman moved, grabbing Lenore’s hips, kissing her right at her core, brushing her tongue up and down her wet folds, tasting her.

As she felt Lenore’s wetness grow, the feeling of herself dripping for Lenore became too intense. The way the girl looked at her in between moans, the way her hand grabbed her hair hard sent sparks of electricity through her body, moans being muffled between Lenore’s thighs.

Kamilah kept tonguing her, slowly, low noises escaping her throat, Lenore bucking her hips against her mouth, her hand still on her brown hair keeping her head in place as she kept screaming Kamilah's name.

“Are you enjoying it, Lenore?”

“Ye-“ Lenore moaned loudly, not being able to finish answering, as Kamilah took her lips to her clit, sucking hard, pressing two fingers at her entering and sliding them inside. Feeling Lenore tighten around her fingers, she inserted one more, speeding up her pace.

“Don’t make a mess, babe, what will they think of you if they see the mess you did?” Kamilah teased, barely taking her lips off her center.

“W-what if I do?” Her voice was a mere murmur, hoarse, as Lenore looked down at Kamilah, her chest rising and falling with each breath she took. Her face was flushed, mouth open, eyes rolling back as Kamliah thrusted her fingers harder inside her.

All of the blood in Kamilah’s brain rushed directly to between her thighs, as she heard the provocation. She couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’mma fuck you so hard you won’t walk for the next week, love” she said, using her thumb to circle Lenore’s nub as her fingers curled inside of her. Her free hand traveled down her chest, to her belly and then lower. Keeping a perfect rhythm, her tongue lapping effortlessly against Lenore, Kamilah started working on herself, feeling how wet she was for the girl trembling under her, her fingers dripping with the evidence. Her back arched against the pleasure surging through her, moans leaving her lips, as she circled her own clit, rubbing faster and faster.

“Kamilah…” hearing her name the woman peaked, facing Lenore, never slowing her pace. Seeing her rosy face, the way Lenore breathed forced her to speed up her fingers, hips moving in rhythm, her legs starting to tremble. The anger and fear she had felt before, all turning into adrenaline as her body gave in to the sensations she couldn’t keep in any longer.

“I wanna see…”

Kamilah’s hips bucked up at the request, the idea of displaying herself to Lenore making it impossible to control herself. The woman could feel herself blush, her hand creating more friction against her core.

“no, you didn’t come yet…” kamilah whispered, because it was true, but also because the idea of Lenore looking at her while she played with herself… that was another level of vulnerability, it made butterflies come to her stomach, the aching between her thighs becoming even stronger.

“Please” the other woman mumbled, leaning on her elbows.

Kamilah eyed her, biting her lip. Slowly, the vampire moved, laying her back on some pillows, parting, shyly, her legs wide.

In front of her, Lenore’s chest was rising and falling faster, her nipples hard, cheeks flushed. Just the idea of what she was about to watch made all of her body tingle and ache, making controlling herself harder and harder by the time.

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“I love you, Kamilah. More than I’ve ever loved anyone, I hope you know that”.

Kamilah's breath caught in her chest. Hearing those words was never going to stop making her body go tense, her mind spiral, and her heart race like it couldn't spread enough blood through her whole body. She had heard those same 3 words so many times through her 2000 years of living, but Lenore’s… hers had power, felt magical, they would trap Kamilah in her own paradise, anytime, anywhere.

“I love you too, Lenore. I love you”

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