bridgescribble | The Nightmare meme

You're having a nightmare, and you aren't alone. Someone is here with you in tonight's strange, dark dreamscape--for better or for worse.

Chased: Bears, tentacly monsters, giant vengeful wasps. You need to escape from it but you can't find a way.
Trapped: Elevator, sinking ship, cave. You're in and you can't get out.
Performance: It's often quoted that people fear public speaking more than they fear death. You don't know the script, you've never seen this Powerpoint, the teleprompter is blurry as hell... forget falling, you're about to die on stage.
Hated: You know those dreams where everyone you know accuses you of something terrible and they all hate you now? Yeah. It's that one tonight.
Disaster! You're on an island and a volcano erupts! You're next to a river and it floods! Never mind how geologically, climatologically, or physically likely it would be in this location in real life, it's happening now.
Haunting past: Your bad memories are just waiting for you to let your guard down, and what's more unguarded than sleep?
Wildcard: There are infinite nightmares in infinite combinations... why not put together your own?

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"Mmmmm, it's sexy when you say things like quantum entangled." He teases before kissing him again. And again. Buzzing from the weed, a little warm and tipsy from the booze, he is loving the lazy touching and kissing while they talk. "You won't ever be without it. Whatever you need or want from me, it's yours."

"You think it's sexy when I say anything," he chuckled, pulling Ash close again and snuggling into him with a happy, content laugh. He loved Ash like this, when they were soft and gentle and tangled in each other and wanting just to be able to hold each other. "I want these clothes out of the way," Ganymede laughed. "I want to touch you all over."

"I think it's sexy when you breathe." His lips bump along his jaw and down his neck. Hands slide under his shirt and push it up his chest and then over his head. Ash finds his favorite spot, where his neck and shoulder meet, and bites gently. The warm, tan skin is rolled between his teeth and sucked with enough force to leave a mark.

Ganymede chuckled and tilted his head when Ash kissed his shoulder, and gasped gently when those teeth set into his flesh, fingers curling in his husband's hair. "Gonna leave a mark, baby," he murmured, lip between his teeth as he sighed, but didn't move away at all.

"Of course I am going to leave a mark. Lots of them." That skin was back between his teeth. This time he applied more pressure, letting his sharpened canines appear and gently poke at his skin.

He made a funny noise at the pokes from Ashley's canines, though Ganymede just flexed his arms tighter around Ashley's shoulders when he felt the pressure begin to turn to discomfort, almost pain. "Are you biting me?" he asked softly, holding tightly with his eyes just barely slitted open. Even if all he could see was the edge of Ashley's hairline and the back of his neck, he didn't want to be in the dark.

"Marking." He mumbled. Repositioning his mouth he bit another mark into his skin. "You're mine."

"Always," Ganymede murmured softly, though after that second bite he pulled back just a little bit. "Let me see you like this. I can feel the differences."

"See me like what?" His eyes open as he looks up at Ganymede. They are bright and gold. "What can you feel?"

"See you exactly as you are right now," Ganymede murmured, reaching up to trace his fingertips over Ashley's eyebrows, touching soft and gentle. "I love your eyes. When they're blue they're more placid than the ocean, deep and calm, and when they're yellow they're exactly like you are as a wolf."

He smiles slow and serene at the question. "I can feel your teeth. Your claws, your breath on my skin. Your hands on my waist."

"After I found out about your scars and how you got them I was scared to let you see that side of me." He bumps his nose against the end of his loves. "I never wanted you to look at me and feel afraid." Ash cups his face and brushes his thumbs under his dark eyes. "Your eyes are so fucking beautiful."

"I have never been afraid of you like this. Afraid, yes, but never of you as a man. Not even when you're not a man," Ganymede tells him softly.

"You are what has made me love my eyes. And my scars. Just as they are, nothing else needed." No covering up, no augmentation, just him. As he was always.

"Promise?" That was one of his biggest fears. Ganymede being afraid of him, of what he is.

Ash kisses him between his eyes and sighs softly. "Good. I love every damn thing about you. You should too."

"I promise, sweetheart. I love you because of what you are. Not in spite of it, and not around it. It is you."

Ganymede hums, smiling softly as his husband kissed his forehead. "You make me see myself like I never have before, baby."

"You better see yourself like I do. I have perfect vision and incredible taste." His lips brushed over the bridge of his nose and he sighed. "And I'm completely obsessed with you and these god damn freckles."

"How many did you say I had?" he teased, tilting his love's head down to kiss him soft and slow. "I feel beautiful when you look at me, baby boy. I've never felt more loved in my entire life, Ashley."

"I better recount. Just to make sure." There is a soft whimper when their lips meet. God he loves the way he kisses. "Let me show you how much I love you." When he kisses him again it's with heat and hunger. His hands slide into his hair to tilt his head and deepen the embrace.

"I adore the way you love me," he murmurs, skimming his fingers over Ashley's shoulders and down his biceps as he tilted to follow Ashley whatever way he took them. "You're so sweet to me, baby boy."

The Nightmare meme

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