#big thanks to the cozy corner specifically

[staarboyyy]

thank you all so much for the endless support !! <3

for this little milestone i wanted to do a mini poll to see what you guys would be interested in my account having in the future!

[lecsainz]

I didn't know you take requests about Seb too 😭😭 I don't have any specific request right now but can you write something about him... Just don't make it angst I need my fluff right now 😭😭

WINTER VISIT

parings: sebastian vettel x girlfriend!reader

authors note: I loved writing this, can we talk about how Seb must be a DREAM of a boyfriend?

summary: the one where you go on a super chilly winter holiday date with your boyfriend for a mini getaway to meet his parents.

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It was a crisp winter day, and Y/N found herself on an exciting adventure with her boyfriend, Sebastian Vettel. He had invited her to visit his parents in their cozy home in Heppenheim during his winter break. Y/N, however, wasn't exactly prepared for the chilly German weather.

As the snowflakes gently fell from the dark sky, Y/N shivered in her light dress, cursing herself for not packing warmer clothes. She glanced at her boyfriend, who was behind the wheel, his warm moletom hugging his frame.

"Seb, it's freezing!" Y/N exclaimed, rubbing her arms vigorously.

Sebastian chuckled, his eyes never leaving the road. "I did tell you to dress warmly, love."

Y/N pouted, but her annoyance melted away as Sebastian reached over and placed his hand on hers, intertwining their fingers. The warmth of his touch sent a pleasant tingle through her.

"Here," he said, unzipping his moletom. "Take this. I won't let my girl freeze."

Gratefully, Y/N slipped into Sebastian's hoodie, reveling in the comforting scent of his cologne. It was the perfect blend of warmth and his unique essence. She couldn't help but smile as she zipped it up, feeling a sense of closeness to him.

Seb resumed his driving, the car gliding smoothly through the snowy landscape. He reached out and held Y/N's hand, intertwining their fingers. "Better now?"

Y/N nodded, her heart fluttering at the simple gesture. "Much better. Thanks, love."

He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Anything for you, darling."

Y/N glanced out at the winter wonderland passing by, her breath forming little clouds on the window. She couldn't help but feel a rush of contentment and glanced over at Sebastian, who was looking at her with a soft smile.

"What's on your mind?" he asked, his thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand.

Y/N's heart fluttered at his touch. "Just how lucky I am to be here with you," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

He's smile widened, and he brought her hand to his lips, planting a gentle kiss on her knuckles. "I feel the same way," he confessed.

The two of them fell into a comfortable silence, the only sound in the car being the soft hum of the engine and the occasional crackling of the radio. Y/N couldn't resist the urge to break the silence, and she began to sing along to Taylor Swift's "Love Story" playing on the radio, her voice sweet and melodic.

Seb joined in, his voice harmonizing with hers, creating a sweet melody in the cozy confines of the car.

"You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess!" She sang, laughing as she exaggerated the lyrics.

He joined in with a grin, "It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"!"

They both erupted into laughter, the shared moment warming their hearts more than the moletom ever could.

As they approached Sebastian's childhood home, Y/N felt a mix of excitement and nerves. Meeting her boyfriend's parents for the first time was a big step, but with Seb by her side, she knew everything would be okay.

Sebastian parked the car, and they sat there for a moment, still holding hands. "You ready, love?"

Y/N nodded, a determined look on her face. "I am. Let's do this."

He leaned over and placed a sweet kiss on her lips. "That's my girl."

[the-kr8tor]

Could we get some chill fluffy writing/hcs of hobie with an S/o that likes hanging out with minimal talking? Yknow just sharing their space and feeling safe :3? ❤️❤️❤️

S'cute!! Thank you for requesting! ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, FLUFF!

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You enter his workspace with a blanket trailing behind you, a thick encyclopedia-like book in the crook of your arm, and two mugs of steaming tea. The door was already open, a sign that Hobie openly invites you in. He feels your presence immediately, taking his eyes off from the contraption he's been tinkering with for hours, he senses that you want to be near him without interrupting his flow of work. To which he's most grateful for, he'd hug you if not for the high voltage tech he's handling.

“Plannin’ on stayin’, lovie?” Hobie asks, goggles fitted on his eyes, rubber gloves on his hands that he silently curses at because he can't hold you with it on— and because of the electricity coursing through his tools.

“Mm-hmm.” You nod, placing his cup on another table, safe from all his tools and thingamabobs. “Can I?”

“‘course.” You smile sweetly, leaning slightly, lips puckered up and head tilting questioningly. Hobie chuckles, and without another word, he purses his lips to meet with yours.

Your lips feel slightly tingly, you guess it's from the electricity. Nonetheless, you gladly kiss back even though it was quicker than you'd like. It's for your own good you bet as he beams up at you, goggles making him look a thousand times cuter than he already is. (which you thought was impossible at first) His brown eyes are all big and round, a sight that has you giggling and wanting to kiss him more. But alas, he has to continue working so that you have the rest of the day with him.

“I'll be there in a bit, yeah?” He whispers to you, matching your energy, and you immediately want to kiss him back for it. Fighting the urge to hold you, he returns to his work.

You nod, walking quietly to the cozy armchair that he specifically placed for you. It's a deep green colour, just looking at it brings you at peace. Laying your mug in the cup holder (which he installed for you) you wrap yourself with the blanket, perfectly tucking yourself in. With your book opened on your lap, you begin to relax whilst the soft whirs of Hobie's tools fills your ears.

You read while he works quietly, just two people living in comfortable silence. And loving each other in the same room but in different corners of it, it's love all the same.

Mug now empty, and belly fully warmed up, you're on page 210 when you feel him snuggle up to you. Hobie sits on the arm of the seat, body slightly folded to accommodate for your own; chin tucked atop your shoulder, lips brushing along your cheek. His arm finds its place wrapped along your middle, palm splayed over your stomach that he has since moved the blanket and your shirt over to feel you closer. Skin still warm, skin still making you giddy after all these years. His other hand meets with the other, fingers linking together, properly warming you up and embracing you like a burrito.

You lean close to Hobie, pulling him impossibly closer by the ribbons on his sweatpants. He chuckles against your skin, pressing a quick affectionate peck on your shoulder. You inhale his presence, he smells of steel and the green tea you've made him earlier.

For a minute, you two just sit there, you read and he watches your expression change depending on the paragraph you're reading. You suddenly sigh longingly, curious, Hobie follows your line of sight, reading it silently with you.

Hobie scoffs in place, rolling his eyes at the passage you're currently on. He points at the exact sentence that's full of pining and longing from the main character. You look at him as he points to himself right after, making a face that says ‘can’t be me, love’ and his hand gesturing a slash across his neck.

You raise an eyebrow, wordlessly saying, ‘you sure about that?’ Poking his chest, you shake your head with a smile and then you point at the same passage in the book repeatedly. ‘this was literally you, Hobie’

He shakes his head, mirroring you, ‘no, ‘m not.’

You correct him with a simple gesture that you know will have him melting into you further. And you winning the ‘argument’ Holding his cheek with one hand, thumb pressing softly on his chin, you lean forward, eyes slowly shutting close, lips reaching for his own.

Of course he'd chase your lips, especially when you flutter your eyelashes at him like that! His hands fly towards your own face, tenderly holding you close. Your lips brush along his, but before he could finally close the small distance, you move away with a smug smile. Hobie's mouth is agape, feigning offense. He follows where your finger points at the book where the main character literally did what he just did, chasing down his love interest’s lips like a thirsty man stranded in the desert.

You lovingly poke him again. ‘it’s you’

He sighs, defeated, ‘it's me.’

You're not a monster, so with all your heart, you continue what you didn't do just a moment ago. Wrapping your arms around him just like he did to you, you kiss him just like in the books you devour, you devour him also. To which Hobie clearly indulges himself in.

[yesitsmewhataboutit]

Hello , love your blog 😭✨🥰 may I request something like your “vacation” post but with bakugou x reader instead ?? Please & tysm

New Beginnings

Alpha!Bakugo x Omega!Reader

➤You like Bakugo, he likes you, but you don’t know that. And then you end up sharing a cabin. How does life always get you in these situations? You’ll never know

»»——⍟——««A/n: Aww thanks. Glad you liked it, hope this is good enough too. This isn’t nearly as long as vacation but I hope you like it

Warnings⚠️: hurt/comfort, light smut, cockwarming, there’s other people in the room,

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Vacation

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Your favorite thing about planning and having a specific plan is the outcome. Like now, your planning made it possible for all the car groups to drive up at the same time and be together and a -somewhat- fair chance at choosing what cabin they want to be in and share.

Everyone parks and exit their cars, getting all the luggage and all other bags needed before officially meeting in front of all the cabins. "Hey, Mina!" you smile and hug the omega. She'd been in the car with Kirishima (alpha), Bakugo (alpha), Kaminari (alpha), and Tsuyu (beta) while you were with Todoroki (alpha), Midoriya (alpha), Momo (omega), and Uraraka (omega).

"Hey, Y/n, could you put all the snacks by the fire pit while we move all the bags?" Uraraka asks.

"Yeah, course."

It's already midday. The sun's starting to set, meaning soon it'd be time to start a fire and make smores. You move the bags of supplies to one of the benches near the fire pit and make it neat before turning to join everyone else.

When you turn around, you see everyone disappeared into cabins, meaning you get whatever spot's unclaimed. Not that you care. You don't mind who you end up bunking with, preferably Bakugo, but who cares?

You never care what bed you get on these trips. The cabins have a small kitchen, a bathroom, a fireplace with a few chairs to sit around, and one bedroom that fits three people. The bedrooms have a bunk bed in the corner of the room and a regular full bed a few feet from it. The room isn't that big, but you're all friends, and it's cozy and can be fun, and always is.

You can hear Mina's giggling from Cabin 2, so you go toward and push open the door. You walk toward the room and see Mina, Bakugo, Momo, and Shoto standing talking.

"Oh! Good, Y/n. You're going to have to bunk here," Mina tells you.

"Really?" you ask, a little skeptical. Sure, you're happy you're in the same cabin as Bakugo, but why you? Why not Kirishima or one of the other alphas?

"Yeah! He said Kirishima and Denki snore, and I quote 'Deku is Deku,' so you're the best option," she says with a smile and shrug.

"Oh. Ok," you smile and nod.

There is really nothing to complain about since you're with Bakugo. You don't necessarily have a crush on him, but his scent always calms you. It's no secret to you that you get drawn to his scent, but you control yourself. He's Bakugo Katsuki. You're just you, his classmate and fellow pro-hero that he hangs with along with his other former classmates, only cause his best friend makes him. You're nothing special, so you won't try to be.

"Hope that's alright. Since Todoroki and Momo are mated, now they're just going to share." You nod, agreeing. "Ok, guys, I'm going to set my stuff down. I'll meet everyone out by the fire pit, yeah?"

"Yeah," you, Momo, and Todoroki all say, Bakugo ignoring her and looking at his phone. Mina leaves, and you turn to Bakugo as Momo and Shoto unpack their things.

"You want the top or bottom bunk?" Bakugo asks, pulling your attention.

"Uh, I can take the bottom," you say. Bakugo nods and throws his bag up on the bunk before jumping and sitting, starting to unpack. You unpack, putting your pillow and blanket on the bed.

Right as you finish, Bakugo does too, turning to head toward the firepit, knowing everyone else is starting to gather for smores. You follow him, walking close behind as you leave the cabin to find Mina, Kirishima, and Kaminari all gathered already starting.

"Hi!" you say as you sit next to Kaminari.

"Hey, girl!" Kaminari smiles and playfully puts his arm around you as Bakugo sits on the bench across from you on the other side of the firepit.

"Heard you're in with Bakugo," Kaminari starts, "don't let him scare you too much." Denki finishes with a whisper but still says it loud enough for Bakugo to hear, causing him to look up and glare.

"Don't worry. I'm not scared of Bakugo," you laugh and scoff. Bakugo shakes his head and rolls his eyes, stuffing a marshmallow in his mouth.

Everyone else joins and starts roasting marshmallows and talking. Everything is normal. With a few sneak comments and jokes directed at Mina and Kirishima, it's no secret to everyone that he started courting her, so of course, they can't help but tease him a little.

It's been a long day, so you're not surprised when your eyes start drooping. You're tired, but part of you doesn't want to sleep, and you know exactly why.

After another hour, only you and Mina left is left, everyone else took their chances to leave and go to bed, but you kept avoiding it.

"Alright, I'm going to sleep. Swimming tomorrow?" Mina asks as she gets up, everything else having been packed and helped clean a few minutes prior.

You frown slightly but nod. "Yeah, of course, have a goodnight," Mina smiles and walks toward her cabin.

"Night," you mumble.

It takes a second, but you finally get up and walk toward your cabin. You enter quietly, making it to the bedroom and noticing everyone deep in slumber. You make it quick, getting your sleep clothes and changing in the bathroom before laying in bed.

You lay down, staring at the bottom of the top bunk, tired but unable to sleep. It figures the urge to nest hits right when you can't. You're far from comfortable nesting in the same cabin, let alone room, as the alphas.

You settle for curling up in your blanket and trying to push the feeling down. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to let the soft sounds of Bakugo's breathing above you lull you to sleep.

At first, you feel like it works. But soon enough, your eyes are opening again, and you let out a soft sigh. You turn on your side and let your eyes wander.

The room is small, plain, nothing special about it. It's dark, and the only real things that stand out are the bags. You can only see your's and Bakugo's bags from where you are. You'd laid yours on the floor by the end of your bunk. Bakugo's thrown on the floor near your head. You can guess that's where he'd thrown it when Katsuki unpacked earlier.

Your eyes can't help but land on his hoodie. He took it everywhere, but you can tell he probably had it earlier and put it to the side for when he needs it later. It has to be smothered in his scent.

Before you can fully get the thought, your hand's stretched out toward the hoodie. You take it in your hand and bring it to your chest, curling up around it. You burry your nose in it, inhaling Bakugo's strong scent, a smile growing on your lips. Soon, your eyes feel heavy and close as you fall unconscious, his scent doing what it always does, relaxing you.

You wake in the morning, rubbing your eyes and yawning, stretching under the warm blanket. You peek open your eyes, seeing the sun coming into the room and lighting it with natural light.

Your attention goes to your hand, seeing it still clenched around Bakugo's hoodie. You can't help but bury your nose in it again, taking one more deep inhale before pushing it back to his bag, not wanting him to know you used it to help you sleep. That it's his scent that you love.

After a few minutes, you get out of bed and walk toward the firepit, knowing everyone should be there for breakfast. They are, everyone except Bakugo and Midoirya, so you sit to join them. You sit next to Uraraka, watching her make eggs over the fire they started.

"Morning, Y/n," Kaminari says through a yawn.

"Morning," you smile.

"Was there anything you guys had planned for today?" Mina asks from between Mina and Tsuyu.

"I think Kirishima mentioned wanting to go fishing?" you turn to him to confirm, "right?"

"Oh, yeah! Got some new fishing rods, and Of course, the manly thing to do would be to catch a nice fish dinner for us all tonight." He ends the sentence by flashing a million-dollar smile, making you laugh, everyone else smiling.

"Ok! Well, it's settled then. Fishing it is," Mina says.

Hours later, you're on a lake, in a circle of canoes with everyone either fishing or like you, there for moral support. You're not a fan of water, big bodies of water. You like pools but don't know how to swim, so a lake -anything bigger than a pool- isn't usually on your itinerary.

Bakugo didn't know how you felt, but he did notice the slight change in your scent, how you seemed more uncomfortable, and you got tense, sitting more secure and not moving from the spot you sat at the beginning. He could guess pretty quickly that you probably couldn’t swim, or at the least was just uncomfortable around water.

He purposely moves closer, not making it noticeable, but close enough so if you need comfort -or happened to fall- he can catch you. He even makes subtle movements to make his scent stronger but more relaxing. Still going unnoticed by you, but still relaxing you.

Everyone has a good time. The only ones who're actually fishing are Kirishima, Denki, Deku, and Uraraka. They're all in a canoe together. Then you, Bakugo, Mina, and Todoroki are in the other canoe with the rest of the supplies. Tsuyu and Momo decided to swim.

Since you're not fishing, the canoe you're in has all the extra supplies like food, towels, dry clothes, and anything you guys might need. You even had one of Momo's books since she begs you to bring them if she gets bored. You can't blame her. Sometimes the boys like to go out adventuring, so you have to go along.

"Hey, Y/n!" You hear Denki yell, grabbing your attention, so you look up at him. "Toss me a soda?"

"Oh, yeah, sure," you say, digging in the bag near your feet. You pick what you know Kaminari likes and tosses it across the water, him catching it with ease.

"Were you cold at all last night, Y/n?" Mina asks you, pulling your gaze from Denki to her.

You shake your head. "No, not really. I only had a little trouble sleeping since I didn't make a nest." That peeks Bakugo's ears. "But I was fine," you lower your voice, "Bakugo's scent was all through the room, and it helped." You slightly shrug as she moves to sit next to you on the small canoe seat.

"Awww," she coos, "you guys are so cute!"

You bump her side with your elbow. "Hush. You know it's not like that," you laugh.

Bakugo acts like he doesn't hear what you said but still speaks up. "Y/n if you get cold, I brought an extra blanket you can use. I always run hot anyways," he mumbles, sounding a little out of character considering it Bakugo.

"Oh. Ok. Thanks," you smile. How could you decline? His scent would be all over it...

"Y/n!" Denki howling your name again, pulls you from your thought.

"Hm?" you look up at him.

"Here, catch."

Kaminari throws his empty can at you. Reacting immediately, you go to catch it, stretching your body up a few inches since he threw it too far above your head. You knew you could get it, and you did, but you also lost your balance as you tried to sit back on the seat, underestimating the distance by a few inches and hitting the edge of the canoe, startling you and making you fall back, directly into the water.

You knew it was happening the second you started going over, but you still could do anything to react quick enough. Your eyes went wide, and your mouth fell into a gasp as your body connected with the semi-cold water.

Your arms immediately flailed, and you tried to grab on to something, anything. There was nothing. At times like these, your mind moves a mile a minute, going through scenarios as you try to find a way out. You don't know how long you'd been in the water, but you already flashed through enough scenes to know there's no way out. Unless someone saves you, or you miraculously can suddenly figure out how to swim.

In reality, it was barely two seconds before Bakugo jumped into action. He knew you couldn't swim, so the second you started falling over, his instincts skyrocketed, and he jumped in after you without a second thought.

His hand went out for the first thing he could grab, which happened to be your wrist. He grips it firmly, pulling you up to his chest and wrapping his arm around your waist as he pushes to swim back up.

You could feel him grab you, and you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck and clung to him when he pulled you against his body. Bakugo curls his hand around the side of the canoe, making it tilt as he pulls himself up and over the edge of it, sitting back on the seat and holding you to his chest as you cough, shaking from the cold.

"Y/n!"

"Y/n! Are you alright?!"

Everyone shouts your name, stopping what they're doing and having fear in their eyes for you. Scared chirps fall from your lips as you curl into Bakugo's lap, his arms wrapping around you and pressing you to his chest, wanting to share some of his body heat.

"Here, Y/n, I can use my left side t-"

"Back off icy hot," Bakugo snaps, making him stop in his tracks. Todoroki had stepped a few steps closer, wanting to help, but obviously, Bakugo's not letting that happen. He had it under control.

You're not one to usually get so startled easily, but something like this doesn't just pass over your head easily. You could feel the endless water, the absence of air around you. It could've been so easy for everything to slip away.

"What are you idiots looking at?" Bakugo looks up at everyone, "turn this thing around and take us back!" Everyone went into action, Momo and Tsuyu getting back in the canoe, then everyone turned the canoes around and headed back to land.

The second they hit land, Bakugo was up, with you in his arms, heading to the cabin. He sat down on your bed, wrapping your blanket around your shoulders and letting you melt into the warmth.

"Thank you," you finally whisper.

"Yeah, yeah, just rest; you'll be fine," Bakugo says.

You both stay in that position for a few minutes. Katsuki thinks you've fallen asleep, so he begins to move slowly, trying to lay you down and slip from the room.

"W-wait!" you say, grabbing his shirt and making him pause his movements. "You're warm," you mumble, settling back, "will you stay?"

"Yeah. Sure." He gets comfortable again, staying still until you fall asleep, your sweet scent making his eyes feel heavy.

Hours later, you wake with your head on a pillow. Alone. In the cabin. You sit up, looking to see it's now dark. You sigh, wishing Bakugo had stayed but knowing it must have been a long shot. He's a hero. He was only helping you cause that's what he's supposed to do. Any of the rest of them would've done the same.

You push yourself up, wanting more sleep, but also knowing you should eat so you don't wake during the night starving more. You walk out of the cabin, seeing everyone grouped at the firepit.

"Hey! Y/n, how ya doing?" Kirishima asks, being the first to see you coming.

"I'm fine," you mumble, playing with your hands.

"Y/n, I'm really, really sorry. I shouldn't have thrown it so hard," Kaminari says, walking up to you.

"It's fine. I know it was an accident. No hard feelings."

"Hey." You look up and see Bakugo walking toward you with a plate. "I was making you a plate. You should go and keep resting. Don't know how much water you inhaled," he says lowly.

So, he hadn't just left you. "Oh, it's ok. I don't mind. I can sit out here a while." You extend your hand and take the plate. "Thank you, though, Katsuki," you smile at him.

After you eat, everyone talks for a bit, and soon it's time to retire to bed again. You do the same as before, getting ready for bed and under the blankets, but once again, not able to sleep.

You sigh, pushing yourself up and standing on your mattress, peeking over the bunk to Bakugo. "Hey, Bakugo, you awake?" you ask quietly, and you get a quiet grunt as an answer. "I'm still a little cold. Could I maybe come up there?" you ask shyly.

Again, he doesn't answer, but he shuffles over, making room and opening the covers for you. A little grin spreads your lips, and you push onto his bed, getting under the covers and laying next to him with your back to him.

You feel him snake his hand around your waist and pull you to his chest, warmth spreading around your whole body as you melt into him. He lays his head near your neck, your scent clear and strong invading his nose as he tries to slip into slumber.

It's quiet for a few minutes, and you almost think he fell asleep. That's until he speaks up again. "Your heat is coming soon. I can smell it," he mumbles against your shoulder.

You feel your heart rate increase at the comment, immediately feeling embarrassed. "U-uh, yeah."

It stays quiet for a few more minutes, and you continue to try to get comfortable so you can sleep. "Stop squirmin," Bakugo finally says, shifting a bit himself.

"Oh, sorry," you whisper, moving one last time to snuggle into him and fully capture his warmth. You move your body to melt with his, and that's when you feel it. Something hard pressed in your back, the very apparent arousal of the alpha behind you.

"It's your fault, ya know," he speaks up. "Comin in my bed, knowing you're going into heat soon. Ridiculous," he grumbles.

"You could've said no," you argue, suddenly having to focus on your own breathing, feeling yourself get more nervous.

"Yeah. I could've," he leans in, his lips right next to your ear, his voice low, "but who am I to deny my omega some time."

"Your omega?"

"We alpha's have sharp hearing, Y/n. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out how much you like my scent. How you always stay near me and look for my clothes and items when you need to relax. I've known for a while, omega. You can't get enough of me."

As he talks, he trails his hand down your body, speaking lowly and pressing into you. "Say the word," he whispers, "and I'll stop."

"K-Katsuki- Todoroki and Momo are right over there!" you whisper sharply.

"Then be quiet so they don't wake."

You let out a slow breath, feeling Bakugo push your pants and underwear down, his fingers massaging your clit, making you wetter by the second. As much as you knew it was wrong, you knew you should stop, you found yourself reaching toward him, your hand wrapping around his stiff cock, stroking it slowly.

You felt Bakugo's breath on your skin, next to your scent gland. "Mark me." The words slipped from your mouth before you could think, but you didn't regret it. You knew he'd have to bite again eventually, but you didn't care. You knew for a fact you wanted to be mated with Katsuki.

Bakugo felt the same, part of him was surprised, but the other part was happy and jumped at the opportunity. Bakugo took his hand, wrapping it around your mouth and then opening his mouth, letting his fangs grow, and he grazed them over your neck, giving a few light bites before fully sinking them into your neck. You let out a loud whimper that's muffled by his hand, your body tensing as the feeling of him marking you washes through your body in waves.

Once you calm down, you melt back into him, he pulls his mouth from you, and you lay your head back on his shoulder. Before he can make another move, you grip his cock again, pulling it from his sweats and shifting so you can push it into your pussy. It's a stretch, he's big, so it stings, but you keep going until he bottoms out.

"O-Oh, omega-" he groans into your neck, trying not to move yet, "you're so tight. How are you so tight? God."

"Stay like this alpha. Just wanna feel you," you say, tilting your head back slightly.

You can feel him slowly inhaling, trying to get his grounds and gain better control, wanting to do as you say, but you feel so good, he can almost feel his control slipping.

"Ya know omega, your heat is coming soon, and my rut is only recently just passed." You knew what that meant. That meant he could easily fall back into rut. It's a warning.

"Soon, alpha. Soon, just wanna wait until after the trip," you tell him.

"Yeah. After the trip," you can feel his cock twitching inside you as he speaks, "soon, I'll finally get to have my way with you."

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[ghoul-slime]

Mushy May Day 2 - Late Night Snacks (Aether/Dew)

Day two of my attempt at an all-Dewther Mushy May! Thanks again to @forlorn-crows for organizing this! I'm having a lot of fun and this has helped me get into the swing of writing again.

Day 2: Late Night Snacks (Aether/Dew), word count: 614, no warnings

It’s become their own personal tour ritual. Once a week, after all the other ghouls have gone to sleep, Aether and Dew will build out a nest in one of their bunks. They drag all their pillows and blankets out and combine them into one, a perfect little movie-watching hideout for them to curl up into while the bus rumbles down the dark highway, off to another far away destination. 

While Dew fusses over the nest, Aether raids the tiny bus kitchen, gathering as many snacks and drinks as he can carry in his arms. Candies and sodas and salty chips. A beer or two to pass back and forth between themselves. Dew insists they stock those big bags of pre-popped popcorn specifically for these nights.

Aether gets back to the bunk just as Dew is propping up his laptop at the far end of the mattress. The little ghoul has everything set up perfectly, as always - blankets and pillows lining the walls, reading light dimmed to a warm glow, he’s even got Aether’s water bottle tucked into the corner of the bunk waiting for him.

Aether dumps their snack spoils onto the sheets and climbs in, settling himself back against the wall and into Dew’s fluffy body pillow, arranged meticulously into a perfect U-shape for him to tuck himself comfortably into.

As soon as Aether settles, Dew pulls the privacy curtain closed, queues up the movie, and hits play.

“Frankenhooker?” Aether questions with a raised eyebrow.

Dew adjusts the volume and scoots down until his back is resting against Aether’s chest, tucked perfectly between his legs.

“Trust me,” Dew assures him with a brilliant grin. “It’s a classic.”

And of course he does. Dew picks the movie every week and has never once steered them wrong. Aether plants a kiss to the crown of his head, settling in with his arms wrapped around the smaller ghoul. He passes him the bag of popcorn and Dew wastes no time tearing it open and cramming a fistful into his mouth.

He presses another kiss to Dew’s head before helping himself to a bag of chips, one arm still slung across the fire ghoul’s middle.

“If you get potato chip crumbs in my hair, I’m gonna bite you,” Dew warns half-jokingly before taking a swig of beer.

Aether laughs. “Don’t worry, if I do, I’ll just pick them out and eat them later. Like a chimpanzee.” He makes a show of pretending to pick bits out of Dew’s hair, smacking his lips as he pretends to eat them.

Dew twists around to look up at Aether incredulously.

“Gross?” He answers, pretty face scrunching up into a grimace.

But Aether can see a little smile already working its way across his lips as soon he turns back to the movie and lays his head down on Aether’s chest, getting comfortable.

And this is what Aether really loves about their movie nights. It’s not the candy or the beer or the trashy horror movies. It’s getting to sit back, hidden away from everyone with his favorite ghoul in his arms. Watching him watch the movie. Admiring the way his eyes crinkle up at the corners when he laughs. How he tells Aether “Watch this, this is my favorite part!” no less than 10 times throughout any given movie. It’s the way Dew lets himself get completely comfortable, unguarded and relaxed in his arms. Sharing all his favorite things with Aether.

Dew watches the movie, and Aether watches Dew.

Later, he dozes off with a belly full of snacks and a cozy little fire ghoul purring contentedly in his lap as the credits begin to roll.

(Frankenhooker IS a classic, and you should definitely watch it)

[seramilla]

If / whenever Odette proposes to Verosika— it’s not something big or grand. Instead it’s intimate and quiet when Odette shows the ring to verosika, it’s a beautiful ring— it had probably cost Odette a pretty penny. No one had seen it coming, not even Carmilla—who knows her girls like the palm of her hand.

Odette and Verosika have talked about marriage before. It's to be expected after watching, and participating in, Carmilla and Sera's wedding. Theirs had been an extravagant, social affair, thanks to Zestial and Lucifer, with every blue-blood in Hell who was on good terms with them present. But to the girls, neither really finds those kinds of huge public expressions of love appealing.

Verosika has to put on a show every day, so she'd told Odette, if and when it happens for her, she wants it to be more real. Not during one of her shows, and certainly not on stage; just something small between herself and her beloved. Odette can't say she disagrees. In fact, that's exactly what she'd hoped Verosika would say. Because that's exactly what she'd been planning.

Verosika already has everything a demon could want, and then some. So does Odette, honestly, and while both demons can afford to give each other the world, that's not really what Verosika wants, or what Odette wants, either. She desires to make it special, but also not too over-the-top. She decides to get Ozzie's advice on the right way to approach this. He is, of course, very helpful...but mostly about the honeymoon, and all the fun things that can come after.

He does know the name of a jewelsmith in Greed, though, and after some conversations with them back and forth over the phone, Odette orders a personalized pink diamond in a gold band, fit exactly to Odette's specifications. Not a big one...it's honestly rather small, but still worth a small fortune, she comes to find out. She still thinks it's more than enough to make Verosika happy. Odette hopes so, anyway.

Odette chooses to ask her on a night after Verosika gets back from a tour. They'd already had a date at Ozzie's planned. The king of Lust didn't have any other shows planned, and just reserved a small corner of the showroom for the two of them, allowing the musical stylings of Fizzarolli to complement their dinner of something Odette is too nervous to eat at the moment.

Verosika seems to notice Odette's not eating. Her girlfriend does have a hard time remembering to feed herself sometimes, and she brings it up to Odette, who is quickly shocked out of her state of internalized anxiety.

"Babydoll, you going to eat anything? You look pale."

"Oh! Yes! Sorry! Umm...shit. I was just thinking."

Verosika takes a sip of her wine. They'd only ordered one bottle; Odette wanted to be sober for the events yet to come.

"Thinking about what?"

Verosika reaches across the cozy table to touch Odette's hand. Odette's other hand is fumbling with the small box tucked safely into her pants pocket. Fizz has finished his last musical number, and walks off-stage to take a break. If there's any moment to act, Odette thinks, it's now. Taking a breath, she stands, and moves toward Verosika, before kneeling on one knee at her feet.

"Verosika Mayday...!" Odette starts, pausing more out of anxiety than dramatic effect. She hopes it makes her look cool, and not anxious, at any rate. "Ever since I met you, here, after what seems like a lifetime ago...my world has never been the same. I never imagined a literal pop star would ever look my way, let alone talk to me. You've taught me so much about actually living, and loving...and to never take anything for granted."

Odette pauses again, getting the box ready in her pocket.

"You've also taught me patience, and to love myself, and to never judge a book by its cover. You're my best friend. My confidant. My north star. I want to spend the rest of eternity with you, for however long that lasts. So, um, will you do me the honor of, uh...hold on..."

After a few fumbling attempts and only a little blushing, Odette manages to take the box out of her pocket, and opens in it front of Verosika. The succubus is wide-eyed, the pink of the diamond shining back at Odette through her eyes. Odette finishes her question with only a little bit of a flush on her face. She hopes Verosika will forgive her awkwardness.

"Will you marry me, Verosika?"

Odette doesn't even have to wait for an answer. One minute, she's kneeling at Verosika's feet, and the next, Verosika is lifting her off the ground, and placing her on the table on her back. The rest of their food and drink be damned. It gets everywhere. Odette's glad she's not wearing one of her lab coats, because it's soaking into the black pants suit she wore for the occassion. She puts the ring down on the table, before she drops it.

Verosika kisses her, full and flagrant, forcefully on the lips, and pulls away with a smack! She only lifts from Odette long enough to screech into the room, "Yes! Fuck, Odette, yes! I will!" before she's kissing her again, pushing Odette even more into the table. Odette worries they might be causing a scene. Unfortunately, her fears are confirmed, because Fizzarolli's already making obscene hand gestures behind the stage, grinning with his tongue out the side of his mouth.

So much for being discrete.

Fuck it, Odette thinks. Let him watch. She brings Verosika down further on top of her, and really starts sucking face with her girlfriend -- no, her fiancé -- right there on the table. Ozzie and Fizz give them two pairs of thumbs up, but neither of them notice. They're too busy celebrating, in their own little world, ignoring the captive audience behind them.

[alrightbuckaroo]

ada!!! i was thinking about your post with poems you think the lone star characters would love, and for nice ask week i was wondering if you have any others you’d add to that list? or if there’s any you really love that you think capture certain characters/relationships on the show? always love to see your recs :’) <3 —maddie/reyesstrand

Maddie!! I love this question so much so thank you for asking it!! <3

I actually planned to make a part two, especially since it's National Poetry Month, but it got a bit away from me so I'm taking this opportunity to just ramble (godspeed to whoever reads this):

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver is one of the most Carlos-coded poems you'll ever have the pleasure of reading. Or maybe it's not, but after using it as basically a thesis for tender eyes that shine, I've decided that it was written for him. Especially:

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

Hello?? That's Carlos Tomás Reyes in his purest form!

Oh TK, our hopeless romantic self deprecating boy. I think I'm going to give him Molly Brodak by Molly Brodak, one of my favorite poems that makes me want to burst into tears each and every time I read it. When I think of him, I specifically think of the ending, but I think the whole thing could ring true to him:

I am a good man.  The amount of fear  I am ok with   is insane.   I love many people   who don't love me.   I don't actually know   if that is true.  This is love.   It is a mass of ice  melting. I can't hold   it and I have nowhere   to put it down. 

Nancy is absolutely getting Aileen Wuornos Takes A Lover Home by Olivia Gatwood because it's one of my favorites and Nancy's one of my favorites, it only makes sense! I think the ending would really get to her in a way she didn't expect, and I don't blame her, because this is the ending:

In a phone call tapped by police, Aileen called Tyria her right arm, her left arm, her breath, how all Tyria could say back was Please tell them, please say it out loud. But Aileen didn’t want to talk about it. She wanted to talk about love. So Tyria would hang up, unsuccessful, and the officer would tell her to Say it like this, tell her she’ll get off, tell her it won’t be so bad. But how, each time, for three days straight, the police listened to Aileen talk about love. About her right arm. Her left arm. Her breath. Her breath. Her breath.

Actually going to tag @sznofthesticks because I feel like you would love this poem as well, and you'll agree that Nancy would love it too.

This is cheating but this song is so poetic I'm going to call it a poem. Owen would listen to You Are Your Mother's Child by Conor Oberst and he would want to sob but then he'd get cry lines. I think the whole thing is so Owen-coded but this part especially:

Out on the diamond, and you're up to bat Chewing your Big League, adjusting your hat Taking a swing and hearing it crack Look at that apple fly Tears will dry if you give them time Life's a roller coaster, keep your arms inside Fear, that's a big emotion But you are your mother's child And she'll have you for a while But someday, you'll be grown Then you'll be on your own

You could tell me Judd wrote I Am Offering this Poem under the pseudonym Jimmy Santiago Baca and I'd believe you. I'd believe he wrote while looking at Grace when she wasn't even looking at him because it has Judd all over it like:

Keep it, treasure this as you would if you were lost, needing direction, in the wilderness life becomes when mature; and in the corner of your drawer, tucked away like a cabin or hogan in dense trees, come knocking, and I will answer, give you directions, and let you warm yourself by this fire, rest by this fire, and make you feel safe                         I love you,

That's Judd!

Tommy would adore Every Job Has A First Day by Rebecca Gayle Howell. There's a cozy feeling to it, but the final words hold such a heavy weight that I think Tommy would appreciate and carry with her:

I listened as he taught me to relax the hand just enough. They can smell, he said, the oils our pores release when we tense to catch. You have to believe it, he said. You don’t mean any harm.

Speaking of Rebecca's, Marjan is giving me You Are the Penultimate Love of My Life by Rebecca Hazelton vibes in the best way. Maybe it's the romanticizing of something that has an inevitable ending but I feel like this would be Marjan's approach to a break-up, especially this part:

                                             The garden you plant and I plant                               is tunneled through by voles,                                                              the vowels                                                              we speak aren’t vows,                but there’s something                               holding me here, for now,

I feel like Paul, like me, would love the work of Cameron Awkward Rich, but specifically The Child Formerly Known As____ and even more specifically, the ending:

 & in the end, isn’t that what we all want?                         To not feel so split?                          To carry an image of ourselves                                                 inside ourselves & know exactly what we mean             when we say I—         .                      I—                               .                              I— ?

I think Mate would love getting the chance to read Prayer for Werewolves by Stephanie Burt because I think he would see so much of himself in it. Stumbling and tumbling trying to find himself somewhere and eventually finding the place where he belongs. I also feel like he loves the supernatural and the first part of this poem would feel like a gut punch:

Someone will probably love you for who you are.    If not, you’ll still find friends, friends who, given time, or given warning,    will probably gather around you, hold your hands, and wrap you in soft coats and blankets till the violence    inside your body ends.

Finally, my beloved Grace, is things i want to ask you by Helga Flores because I feel like the poem is just a list of things running through Grace's mind when she only knew Judd by voice, but that first one in particular:

i want to ask you what god feels like.

You've reached the end of my exhaustive essay that would probably keep going if I didn't reign myself in. I hope you liked these, they're some of my favorites <3

[laylajeffany]

Thank you for always answering our questions, and since you said you have lots of free time here’s some more ;)

1) How did you come up with the idea for The Black Menagerie? As I’ve said before, it’s delightfully weird in the best way, I don’t think I’ve ever read an AU fic with a plot like this. I’m very much enjoying it though and look forward to the next chapter.

2) When you’re writing longer fics, how do you stop yourself from rushing the plot? If I try to write linear stories I always end up rushing to the part I’m looking forward to.

3) Do you think we could have a sneak peek at a page or two of the holy scriptures? Of stuff that you’ve already written, of course, just so we can see how the outline looks.

4) Do you have any other tv shows outside of Wednesday that you enjoy at the moment?

5) Who was your favourite character in the Wednesday series? Outside of your fic lmao.

6) Do you have any little rituals for when you write? Like a specific place or drinking coffee idk.

7) Not really a question in itself, but I have LOTS of questions about teaching and I’m deeply considering going into the education world. Do you think you could send me a private message so I can ask the questions there instead of pestering all your followers inbox? If you’re uncomfortable you don’t have to :)

Thanks again!

1 - The Black Menagerie is in part inspired by this print I’ve had in my house forever, Morgan Adams’ vlog on YouTube where she has had issue after issue with contractors trying to renovate her own house, and the first little beginning arc is inspired by real life in a big city - I live in one of the “top rattiest” cities in the US according to the 2023 Orkin data. It’s a daily occurrence to run into some sort of vermin here. This was an average day in my classroom last year:

They are not afraid of the kids, but they are afraid of loud music. The children requested Ozzy Osbourne and I’d turn the speaker at them and they’d go back in the pipes where they came from. (We have a new custodian this year and we have significantly fewer pests but I did have a cockroach go crawling over a kid having a meltdown already in the cozy corner in my classroom on Tuesday - that did not help the meltdown.) Rats are a huge problem on our playground and one day I heard bickering under the slide only to discover the children were fighting over who was going to get the ‘magic powers’ from a disembodied rat paw they found. I put it in the compost and still I’m waiting for it to come back to me in some way - I just don’t feel like I’ve seen the end of it.

But largely I just wanted to write something cute and different! Chapter two (just finished this morning) has some surprises so I won't give that away yet, but a little bit just inspired by the idea of local drama and tapping into Enid's vlogger side. AND ALSO - the Amy Adams and Emily Blunt 2008 movie "Sunshine Cleaning" ;) you'll see.

2 - I love to torture the reader first and foremost because it’s fun and I enjoy it, but also I LOVE building constant rising action and climax and then back to rising action. To me, character development is key and I can’t rush them through situations. That said, as I write my stories out of order I do often write the first draft of a scene that I’m looking forward to in order to get it out of my system, then I know what I need to do to ‘get them to that point.’

3 - Absolutely not lmfao my handwriting is atrocious and I’m not showing it off lol.

4 - Spirit High on Netflix was cool and I’m looking forward to the second season, I just finished Harley Quinn S4 on HBO, and I’m re-watching House, M.D. at the moment, and I often put on the OG Addams Family before I go to bed, it’s a 24/7 channel on Amazon Prime’s free TV service. I really don’t actually watch much TV ordinarily I have a hard time focusing on it if it’s not something I already have seen, I usually need to watch with Tracey to enjoy something new. 

5 - I hadn’t related to a character as much as I did to this interpretation of Wednesday in a long time (hence the 1.4 million word exploration of what was next for her) haha. I thought Eugene was cute. Hated what they did with Moritica, which again - is the resulting 1.4 million word story to fix that. Morticia is usually my favorite part of the franchise. 

6 - I write best in quiet, honestly “silence would be appreciated” - not even instrumental music playing in the background (though I’ve gotten better at tolerating that on the green music application). I also prefer to write in my bed against my skull reading pillow thing. And of course I need my Toasted Graham coffee from that awful “Seattle based-brand” I’m sure I’m supposed to be boycotting with just a splash of unsweetened oat milk in it in a 20 oz black Yeti rambler (NO HANDLE). I’m very exciting and…ritualistic haha. Honestly I /can/ write anywhere, I managed to write in my childhood bedroom that has since been painted a putrid shade of blue while my parents were arguing about how much money to pay the pastor for a funeral this morning. 

7 - Maybe, reply to this with an honest answer if you are 18+ (not that I’m asking for verification but I’d feel better lol). 

[moiraweaver]

Evening | A Moiraweaver NSFW one-shot

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52258153

Synopsis:

Moira and Niran enjoy an quiet evening together that ends up being not so quiet.

Niran watched as Moira’s hands worked swiftly on stirring the stew, he was surprised to hear that this doctor, someone who was nearly always inside a closed room working in her last research, was actually incredibly good at cooking. Just don’t ask her to bake anything, Niran learned it the hard way when he tried to taste her cookies. He sighed, watching the older woman’s every movement, resting his chin on his hand.

“I’m glad you’re finally letting loose,” Niran smiled, thinking back at how she would never have time to meet up before. For him, Moira was actually caring more about him than work. Sometimes she’d need a few days away, but Niran understood she was different from him. Moira was much more reserved, introverted, while Niran was much more outgoing and extroverted, but they somehow made this work so far.

“Whatever do you mean? I thought I was loose just fine before, however you enjoy pushing my limits Pruksamanee,” Moira looked back at him as she said so, smirking as if she actually enjoyed the changes that have been happening thanks to his presence, she then closed the lid of the pot where she was cooking one of her family’s stew, “I have bought some fine wine for this occasion,” Her shoes clacked on the ground as she went towards her fridge and grabbed a bottle of wine. Niran was surprised, widening his brown eyes.

“Isn’t that brand like… Super expensive? You really are going all out, O’deorain. If I didn’t know any better I might say you’re trying to charm me,” He chuckled, teasing her as she offered him a glass full of red wine. He took a sip and hummed, it was sour but sweet, just like wine should be for him. She took a glass for herself and shook her head, rolling her eyes.

“You truly are on a roll with your remarks this evening, Niran,” She took a sip herself and went ‘ahh’ at the taste, satisfied with her purchase. “The stew will most likely be done in around thirty minutes. Get off that uncomfortable chair and let us sit on the couch, I’m not sure why you have been at the table this entire time,” She noted, walking towards the living room, which was the room just next to her kitchen.

Moira’s apartment was cozy, is how Niran would best describe it. It was clean and neat, mostly because Moira spent so long away from home. In the living room, she had a big TV and a comfortable couch, along with a coffee table at the center where she kept some artificial plants. One of Niran’s favorite parts about this room was specifically the corner made for her pet centipede, who was fascinating to Niran, in ways that were different to Moira’s fascination with bugs.

Moira sat down on the gray couch and patted next to her, motioning for Niran to sit down. He scoffed and placed his glass down on the coffee table before sitting next to her, “Shouldn’t you get off that formal attire right now? You really don’t have to look like that when we are just… You know, enjoying some time together at your house?” He pointed out, seeing as Moira had one of her many suits on and even shoes, pointy as usual. Not that Niran didn’t find it dashing and handsome, but he wasn’t sure why she had to keep up appearances.

“You came full of makeup to my house, I believe I’m allowed to dress up for my partner. Unless you are suggesting I undress for you, Niran,” Her words were full of sarcasm and teasing, but Niran could tell by now that was just her way of messing with him. He shoved her slightly, careful not to make her drop the wine.

“I think you’re quite dashing, but it’s different, I just have a blouse and capris on! I just enjoy feeling pretty even with simple clothes,” He threw his hair to the side and Moira couldn’t help but grin a little. Niran was particularly fond of taking care of himself and it rubbed off on Moira.

Before, she would barely sleep 4 hours a night. And got through the day with pure black coffee. After having the chance to connect with Niran, the doctor had been keeping a much healthier schedule overtime. Niran couldn’t help but appreciate the little details that had changed since they met each other.

Moira hummed and took a sip of her wine, “Have you truly decided to move on from your studies?” She brought up the topic suddenly, making Niran somewhat surprised. He thought this night was meant to be relaxing, not speak about topics he stressed over everyday. Though, for Moira, it was a simple question of course, she had troubles reading tone and moods. She lifted an eyebrow at him, waiting for an answer.

“I… Guess. But I just wish I didn’t have to worry about that. I love what I wanna do or wanted to do but it just started feeling like I was there more for my parents than myself and that’s not the life I wanna live, I mean… I have been made to do things for them since I was a kid. But I really think I shouldn’t need their approval anymore, I’m quite literally over thirty, I guess I shouldn’t live my life by other’s expectations. But I’m sure my parents might go insane over me wanting to chase acting and art instead of whatever they aimed for me,” He shrugged and took a long sip of his wine, breathing in and out as he finished. Moira frowned at him, clearly worried for whatever might happen. Her slender hand touched his thigh and made him look up at the older woman.

“I believe you should not force yourself to keep up appearances,” She wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him closer, leaning in to kiss his cheek softly. Niran whined softly at it, smiling a bit at the sudden affection, “Whatever does come to be true, I will be supporting your new choices. But don’t get too used to it, you’re very lucky I enjoy your presence so much,” She noted, as if Niran didn’t know she was head over heels for him.

“I will keep that noted, doctor,” He laughed and she smiled back as he quickly got himself on her lap, pressing down against her. He was leaning in for a kiss, but the older woman suddenly stopped him by putting a hand to his chest, “What is it?” He opened his eyes and asked, turning his head a little.

“The stew must be ready by now, Niran, shouldn’t we eat?” She let her hands travel to his waist, resting there with a soft squeeze. “I will give you whatever you like afterwards, but I’d rather we eat first, I did spend around five hours preparing this just for us after all,” She noted and Niran couldn’t help but pout as his plans were broken for a second. The man got off her lap and she grinned, getting up to go check the stew. She hummed as she saw the results, just as the recipe was meant to be. She grabbed two bowls, one for herself and one for Niran and quietly brought him. “Careful, it’s hot,” Moira noted as she sat down with her own bowl and started to appreciate her cooking.

Niran smiled, “You know… When I first met you, I never imagined you would make such great dishes,” He teased her and Moira rolled her eyes.

“What did you think I usually did? Ate air? Maybe ordered all the time? Or had a maid?” She teased back and he chuckled, shaking his head, “You should let me taste some of your own country’s food.”

“Oh dear, are you sure your irish roots will handle the spice?” Niran laughed at her and Moira simply didn’t comment. “I’m just joking! I can make you some of my favorite dishes, but you have to promise you won’t judge. I’m not exactly a househusband yet.”

“Yet,” Moira said in a sarcastic tone as she took more spoons of her bowl. They continued to eat happily and quietly, Niran humming now and then. It was becoming night by now and the soft lights inside the apartment added to the calm atmosphere. Niran thought that he would like to do this everyday if they could.

Once they finished their bowls, Moira grabbed them to put them away in the sink, however Niran promptly got up and grabbed them from her hands. “Let me do some work too, you have been cooking and preparing things all day,” He shoved her softly back down onto the couch and walked into the kitchen to put the bowls in the sink. Moira didn’t complain, she sat back and waited, spreading her legs and resting her head back on the couch, closing her eyes.

As she opened them, she felt Niran’s hands petting her ginger hair. She smirked back at him and he quietly hopped back onto the couch. “I suppose you had an enjoyable meal. I’m always happy to serve,” Even though they were together for months now, she continued to use such formal words around him and Niran thought, at first, that was odd, but now it was just part of her charm.

“Now… Maybe you can get out of that suit and tie?” Niran asked with a suggestive tone and Moira could only hum as he got on top of her, placing himself on her lap and started to undo her tie carefully. His hands were much softer than hers, Moira’s touch nearly always felt rough and possessive, but maybe that’s why he enjoyed it so much.

She observed his face as he undid her tie and couldn’t help but extend an arm to caress his cheek. He had very noticeable cheekbones, making his cheeks one of the most attractive parts of him to the doctor. Her long nails caressed him and sent shivers down his spine, making Niran whine back a little.

Once he undid her tie, she grabbed it and put it aside on the couch as Niran undid button by button of her black shirt. She pulled him closer by the hips, they were wider than hers, he was much more curvy and rounder, while she felt straight like a rule or like a box, one of their many differences, which made Niran just enjoy her even more.

“Are you sure we should be doing this here?” She pet his face as he got to the last button of her shirt and started to slide it off her slender shoulders. Moira was left with only her pants and a plain black bra on. Niran smirked and leaned in, feeling up her entire torso, making Moira softly grunt under her breath.

“Why wouldn't we? It’s not like we haven’t before,” He chuckled, leaning in to kiss her neck. He could feel how cold she was against his lips, one of Moira’s many particularities was how cold she felt so often, compared to him, who was a walking furnace, it was a dynamic that really went well together. “Besides… It’s not like your couch is the most risky place we have done it at, uhm?”

Moira rolled her eyes thinking about the times Niran had asked to be fucked at spots she would not have thought of. Personally, she enjoyed the thrill as well, the chances of getting caught and the feeling of dominance when he was being fucked by her somewhere unusual. But she never really had the chance to try this with previous partners, they were not as adventurous as Niran was. “Don’t remind me, last time you nearly got us caught, if I may bring it up again. You really need to learn volume control, Niran.”

Niran grinned mischievously as he undid her bra, exposing her chest. It was mostly flat, but Niran still enjoyed the sight. “You say that as if you didn’t like it,” He noted with a smirk as Moira started to slowly undress him as well. He only had a blouse on, so it was easy to take it off in one swift pull, throwing it by the same place her shirt and tie had gone to. Niran’s chest got exposed and instantly Moira couldn’t help but work on it.

She grasped his hips harder, making him arch his back and giving her a better view of his tits. They were bigger than hers , she always noted mentally. Moira grasped his chest with both hands, handling roughly from the get go. She knew what Niran enjoyed by now and didn’t want to ask, but she did anyway out of respect. “Do you want the usual? Tell me, how does it feel?”

Niran bit down on his lip and nodded, “Yeah, the usual. I like when you push me to my limits.”

Moira simply answered with a smirk as she started to rub him off through his khakis. He sighed heavily and clinged to her harder, the harder she rubbed. She knew how much he enjoyed being edged, but she knew how much he’d start to whine in a bit. “Let’s make a deal… If you are far too loud I will stop and I won’t give you what you want. If you want me to touch you, you must remain quiet. Is that clear?” Niran simply nodded, already abiding to the silence. Moira hummed, pleased with her boy toy.

She pushed him off her and onto the couch, leaning onto him and using her tongue to travel in between his chest to his toned abs. Niran squirmed as her warm tongue felt every inch of him and her hands squeezed his chest at the same time. He felt like he was already going to start panting, but tried his best to hold back. Moira knew this was a challenge for him, he was loud and very straightforward with his reactions, being much more expressive than she ever was.

Moira pulled down his pants and threw them aside, not caring where it landed. His bulge was exposed now and she got to work, clawing it and squeezing it more. “I see you already got some stains on you. Truly a pathetic boy, aren’t you?” Niran bit down on his lip and nodded hard, a pleasing sight for the older woman. “Will you be a good boy and wait while I grab what we need?” NIran nodded hard and Moira grabbed his chin, leaning in for a quick kiss, making him smile against her lips before she got up and went to get what was necessary.

She came back with her usual purple and veiny strap on, a bottle of lube and another of fake cum. She prepared the strap carefully, filling it with the fake cum. Niran was completely obsessed with the thought of being filled, so it was a must to have this for him. Moira found it fascinating how much he enjoyed the feeling.

As she put on the strap, Niran sat up and instantly started to jerk her off, looking up at her with pleading eyes. Moira felt as if she could get lost in his warm brown eyes sometimes, something that would’ve made past Moira puke, but now makes her feel warm inside. She ran her hand across his face as he leaned in to start sucking her, petting him while he bobbed his head on her strap. While she couldn’t feel the actual feeling of being sucked off, the motion, his small whines and the wet noises were more than enough for her to grunt under her breath with every bob of his head.

Moira grabbed part of his hair into her hand, forcing her dick in and out of his mouth. He smiled against her length and put more work into it, the strap now reaching deeper into his throat. That’s when Moira decided to get a bit more extreme, grabbing the sides of his face and starting to thrust relentlessly in and out, he moaned louder against her dick as she kept face fucking him. Niran grabbed onto her thighs and shut his eyes tight, feeling his throat getting a bump from her length hitting deep inside it.

He could feel his own dick twitching endlessly, his pre-cum had leaked all over the couch and floor by now, slowly descending through his thighs and the side of the couch. Moira smiled as she felt satisfied and pushed him away. Niran was blushing and breathing hard by the time she decided she was done and her strap was now glistening against the soft light in the room, his drool was all over the fake cock. Niran didn’t let her go just yet though, he grabbed the wet length and smiled, “You won’t leave me a parting gift?” He chuckled and Moira sighed at how needy he could be, letting him do his job. Niran jerked her off more, squeezing the strap on and finally getting what he wanted. Some of the fake cum had come inside his mouth with the movement, but he enjoyed himself by making it squirt over his chest and face.

The sight was enough to make Moira’s knees feel weak, breathing heavily at how he looked so fantastical receiving it like that. There was something about Niran that just made Moira want to grab him and fuck him senseless right after doing this warm up. And well, there was nothing stopping her currently.

Moira leaned in and kissed him, tasting some of the fake cum off his lip and then squeezing his chest with her hands at same time. “Get on your all fours right now,” She ordered as the kiss broke and Niran smiled, nodding as he knew what was about to come. Being the pillow prince he was, Niran got in position, but leaned onto the couch to lay his head and torso against it, with his ass continuing up.

Moira awkwardly got up and grabbed his hips, pulling him strongly towards her. He moaned slightly and she dug her long nails deeper into his skin, being sure to leave a mark later. Niran gave her several noises of approval, especially when she started to rub her dick against his entrance. “Will you just get in like that?” Niran wondered if she would use any lube.

“I suppose you can enjoy some fingering,” Moira noted as she let go of him and he stayed in place, waiting for his top to grab the bottle she left on the table. She put some into two of her fingers that didn’t have long nails and went back behind Niran. With one hand she squeezed and spread his toned ass and with the other she rubbed his hole slowly, doing circles with her fingers. Niran whined under his breath but couldn’t take his eyes off the action, looking back at the older woman. “Eager, are we pet?” Moira asked and Niran couldn’t nod harder.

She kept on rubbing his hole till she felt as if it became soft enough to be fingered. Niran felt sensitive and ready for her, but he knew how much Moira liked to drag this out. He always felt on a rollercoaster, where his dick would get extremely hard and ready to cum, but once it did, she always went into doing something else, not fully committing. It drove him crazy in such a good way.

“You shall not cum, you hear me? If you do, I might have to leash you and you wouldn’t want that now, would you?” Moira asked in a serious tone, looking down at him. To which he just responded with a whine, it wasn’t clear if the idea was bad or good to him. 

Moira started to finger him slowly in and out, feeling his hole warm and tight around her two slender fingers. Her fingers were long enough to be able to stroke his prostate easily if she thrusted in hard enough, and so she did. Niran nearly screamed but held it back by biting down on a pillow, tears forming on his brown eyes as Moira started to finger him quickly, feeling like his hole was stretching more with each thrust of her fingers.

Niran couldn’t take this anymore, he had to release it and so he did. His loud moan was muffled against the pillow he was biting. Moira knew clearly that he had no chance now that she was hitting his spot directly and smirked at the sight, he came undone under her and made her couch extremely dirty. That was a problem future Moira would care about, because right now her mind was too into the thrill of making Niran come undone for her.

“You didn’t abide by my rules, pet. Now you should be leashed like the bad dog you are,” Moira slowly pulled out her fingers out his ass and let go of him as she got up and went to his face, “First, clean it up,” She saw that Niran had his mouth open from panting and shoved her fingers inside his mouth, making him moan in surprise, it still had some lube. Moira was pleased seeing how dirty her pet could be. Once her fingers were both coated in drool, she used her other hand to lightly pat his cheek and smirked as she went to her bedroom to grab one of their favorite if not favorite elements for sex. She came back with a pink collar and leash and a cock cage. Niran looked back at it, already looking somewhat exhausted, and let out a small whine at what was still about to come. “With this, you shall not disobey my orders,” She helped him sit up and carefully put the collar on him while Niran just turned his neck around so it became easier for her to put it on.

“Yes, master,” Is all he uttered with a warm face, but not helping himself when he caught himself staring down at her body. Moira proceeded to put on his pink cock cage and Niran felt the pressure against his dick instantly, it made him more aroused, but at same time his hard on was contained and he couldn’t cum now.

Moira petted his face and kissed his lips slowly. “I will destroy you,” The ginger woman said in a low, almost guttural voice that made Niran shake up to his core. She then grabbed him by the hip and forced him to turn around, leaning onto the back of the couch and with his ass facing towards her, who was still standing up. With his hole properly lubed and stretched, Moira spread his ass cheeks and shoved the tip of her dick inside, making Niran clench up and grunt.

She slowly made her way in his guts, her dick still felt huge no matter the amount of lube or times they had done this. Niran sighed heavily and bit down the couch to muffle his noises, but Moira grabbed the pink leash and pulled his head back.

“If you’re a good puppy, you should be able to quiet down without relying on biting things, hm?” She teased and Niran could only nod, not being sure how he’d do that, but trying anyway. When Moira started thrusting in and out, it felt like Niran was being taken to another plane of existence. He shut his eyes hard and enjoyed as every stroke of her dick hit his prostate hard. 

Moira moved her hips with certainty, slapping against Niran’s skin more and more. She didn’t take no mercy on him, knowing full well he could take this pace and that he loved every second of it. Niran felt like he could lose his mind right there, like he lost his thoughts and couldn’t think. That was his favorite part about being owned by Moira. Niran started to whine silently, tears wanting to go down his cheeks as she went in and out fast and hard. He felt as if he was being truly destroyed from inside, within seconds her length wasn’t all that bad to take considering how much she was pounding his ass.

The fake cum started to leak by itself inside of him, making the wet noises become louder and louder with every thrust. “M-Moira-Ahhh-Cum inside me, please,” He begged, biting down his lip and Moira couldn’t help but smirk. She felt lost herself, whenever she topped Niran this way it felt like an out of body experience for her, in different ways. Moira was obsessed with being on top, dominating and showing her dominance through making her partner weak this way. Niran is completely devoted to this, throwing his ass back and being the best bottom she could ask for.

Moira couldn’t help but abide by his wish. She pulled out her dick, only leaving the tip in and jerking it off, feeling as the cum started to go inside Niran and also drip out his hole, leaking. “That’s it, take every drop of it, we wouldn’t want to waste, pet,” She said slowly and Niran hummed, enjoying the feeling of the cum going inside him. Once she felt that the dildo had run out of cum, she thrusted back in with a wet noise. “Oh, you’re so filled now,” She noted with a smile and Niran nodded, looking back at her while panting. That sight was enough to make the older woman go crazy, feeling herself panting along.

She started to thrust in and out once more, Niran getting louder and louder as she used every force of her being to thrust inside him. Wet noises and skin slapping against each other filled the room, along with Niran’s loud moans. He couldn’t stop them now.

“That’s it, you’re going to cum for me, aren’t you? My dirty whore,” When Moira started to degrade him in her usual low voice when she felt horny, Niran couldn’t help himself. He came inside the cock cage and grabbed the couch so hard his knuckles were white. “That’s it, you’re such a good boy,” Moira gave a few more thrusts to help him ride out his orgasm, watching as the Thai man shook and arched his back, throwing his head back. She smiled and slowly pulled out of him, seeing as the fake cum leaked out his stretched hole, slowly making its way down his ass to the floor. Moira absolutely loved the sight.

“ ประณาม ,” Niran swore under his breath, feeling like he would fall down and sleep right there after cumming twice.

Moira was pleased with him, petting his back up and down, “Turn around, puppy,” She ordered and Niran slowly did, feeling like his legs had given up on him. “You had an astounding performance this time, good job,” She pet his face and then leaned in to take off the cock cage and then proceeded to take away the leash, but when she was about to take off the collar, Niran stopped her, “Would you rather keep it for now?” He nodded and the woman smirked, “You truly are into being mine, aren’t you?”

Niran could just smile back at her and pull her into a brief kiss before Moira took away their gear and took off her strap on. He sat there for a second, throwing his head back and spacing out, before the Irish woman helped him up from the couch.

“I shall clean that… later. I’m far too tired for this now, and so are you,” She led him to her room, where her bed was already prepared, helping him sit down and giving him a kiss, “I will make you some tea, does that sound appropriate?” Niran smiled and then started to laugh, but Moira wasn’t sure why, “What’s so funny?”

“I just like how you can be so mean but deep inside you’re just so nice to me,” He pointed out and Moira scoffed, looking away and putting on a new set of clothes as Niran watched her with attention, getting under her blankets. It smelled like Moira, which made it better.

“You’re quite lucky I enjoy your presence and your performance in bed, or I might poison your tea for saying such a thing,” If there was one thing Moira hated, or at least tried to hate, was how vulnerable she got around Niran. He knew she would never do anything like that, she was just embarrassed deep down. “I shall make tea and get our clothes in the dishwasher, why don’t you put on something on the TV while I go?” She handed him the controller and he nodded.

“Animal documentaries to cuddle to it is,” Niran smirked and started to browse the catalog of one of Moira’s subscriptions. Moira shook her head and left the room, feeling satisfied with the evening.

[hibernationsuit-remade]

hii red, i'm not sure which questions you already answered from the ask game so use this to answer the ones you are itching to fill for klara!! <33

AAAAA THANK UUU!!!!

oc emoji asks

🧁 - When is their birthday? How do they celebrate it, if at all?

FEBRUARY 14TH!!! valentine's day who, that is a klara day. JOKES ASIDE Klara usually has a rule on her birthdays that she does Not want to see anything heart shaped or pink, she usually hosts a small party at home and invites her close friends. After 30 the parties become smaller and shorter (bc their friends live in different places far from them), and she instead goes for a nice romantic dinner with Toby, or stay home and order something.

💙 - Describe their bedroom! Is it personalized, unchanged? Messy, neat?

During university Klara had this weird apartment that basically had a very large living room, with kitchen and bedroom on being on the "sides". Her bedroom was somewhat small and basically had her (big) bed, white wardrobe, dark brown desk and a big plush bear which Måns gave to her when she moved out to uni.

She usually has patterned bedding, but since making her bed is her number one thing she does when she wakes up (unless someone else is sleeping in the bed, looking at you toby), it's usually covered with dark green bed throw. There's a small bedside table where she keeps her everyday/most used meds, a book she's currently reading, a water bottle she drinks from at night & her phone.

She has dark grey blinds on the window, but also translucent curtains to block out some light/visibility (she lived on the second floor at that point). Her desk is right in front of window, and has a big monitor, some stationery, and currently used journals on it. Next to it is a small trolley shelf thing with more stationery, book she's currently reading, a tote bag collection and home workout stuff.

Klara & Toby's apartment described here hehe :] I also need to make a floorplan for their apartment wjjefjxjxjfj actually need floorplans for all oc apartments i think about a lot.

🗡️ - Does this oc have a signature object, accessory, or weapon?

YEAAAA lots. One is her necklace w snowy plover charm, a gift from her aunt when Klara was 6 or 7. She almost never takes it off :3

She also has this specific striped warm blanket she's had for soooo many years, it's in their cozy reading corner rn.

Klara has a small knife she tends to have around especially at work (her work days rarely get That dangerous but when they do, the enemy is usually close by and something quick is needed), and she's very good at using it. It's mostly used it by throwing it at someone. She's not really a gun person but if it's needed, she tends to opt for shotguns or sniper rifles.

🚷 - Tell one difference between yourself and this oc!

Klara can't spend a day without making a to-do list 😭 even a small one is needed or else she will feel So Bad. I personally like to-do lists but i have been living peacefully without them every now and then ajdbjcjckkfjf

[asterjennifer]

🎀 I'm stupid and did the question wrong, so I made a screenshot @princessjung lol 🎀

© @blossyay on Tumblr

Happy Hour

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Pairing: SE Saeran X Reader

Category: Fluff

Warnings: X

Word count: 1731

Summary: Some days the world's so heavy to carry around.

Other days were easier when being with the person that takes a lot of the burden by just being there.

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“Have you seen my book?” A smile tugged on the corners of your lips as you entered the room, wondering if he'd been the thief again who took your novel silently to stick his nose into it given his curious nature when it came to your shared shelves.

Although he proclaimed he's not very interested in your specific taste, he grabbed himself a book similar to your taste oddly often, quite suspicious if thinking about it. Saeran sat on his bed, body relaxed as he spread his legs over the mattress.

He looked up, wearing his usual pokerface with which you're having trouble reading to this day. The blueish eyes owning their green shimmer gazed over at your shape leaning in the door frame. “No?” Was all he offered before turning his head back down.

You huffed, considering the book you've been searching for a while by now was right there; held tightly between his hands. Having no words you instead took casual steps into his room. He'd never thrown you out before; he wouldn't do that today either.

“Then what's that between your fingers, hm?” You pointed to your belonging with one finger, raising your eyebrow in amused question. Saeran's eyes darted back and forth from the book to you until he stayed stuck at the pages again. “Nothing.”

You huffed by the blunt response, despite a smile also trying to find its way over his face. “Is that so..” The words left you breathless, therefore with some laughter in between. “I suppose then I must sit here and read what you got there.” Saeran shot you a warning holding no weight as you sat down.

The edge of the bed sank under your pressure, smiling at the redhead before leaning in to see the pages of the novel better. With the little bedside lamp he somehow found comfortable to read with, his presence seemed warmer than normally.

Something soft even. Perhaps because there's a slight shade of red matching his hair whenever you slid closer into his space, maybe it's the fact his entire being caught some health thanks to Saeyoung and you looking out for Saeran more in the most discreet ways possible. Either way, his appearance is so very sweet and warm.

He lifted the book by reflex. “Hey,” His voice mumbled out. “Who said you can sit here?” Placing your arm over the bedframe didn't seem to be the answer he's waiting for.

“Getting comfortable to read with you.” Your enjoyment caused Saeran's eyes to narrow in doubt, which vanished fast while letting out a silent sigh. A frown covered your forehead when he turned back to stare at the letters inside the pages.

You could tell he's thinking about something you had no clue about. Thus you waited patiently in case he'd prefer if you leave for the time being and simply return your pastime once he's finished. But Saeran then made more space on the bed by shifting to the wall.

Caught off guard, your eyes widened the same moment his cheeks flushed deeply. “You should get comfortable as you said, so..” The air's a bit awkward and yet it didn't feel any more suffocating.

Only the beat of your heart increased by taking the opportunity he'd given you just now. “Thank you, Saeran.” He nodded short and let you pull the blanket over your lower body. The pillow he used as support for his back big enough for the both of you.

His bed's a bit stiff, so you made a mental note to remind Saeyoung later to get him a new mattress someday soon. Saeran watched until you showed a thumbs up. “I'm good now! Let's read together.”

You nearly beamed and Saeran released a deeper breath. “Not quite good.” That statement confused you because you'd just told him it's cozy beside him. The according stare you had on your face forced him into action when clicking his tongue behind his teeth. The blush reaching his ears.

Hesitant albeit determined he let go of one side of the book, reaching out his arm behind your shoulders. You felt your heart skip a beat when realizing what he's trying to convey. He tried keeping his neutral facial expression with his arm still in the air.

It then connected the dots; he's waiting for your consent. Saeran got problems with boundaries, everyone's aware of that. However, some or even most people didn't know that the worry about crossing lines liked to go both ways in his mind. Telling him to never do an action without getting clear confirmation.

Silly, you thought affectionate as you leaned back into his arm. That's enough for him to let the weight become like another blanket on your shoulders. “Is this better?” You asked, doing your best keeping the obvious happiness in check.

Saeran nudged his head into the direction of the book. “I can't flip the page.. Can you use your other hand?” A second of silence filled the air, thereby he cleared his throat.

It set you into motion. “Oh- yeah! Of course.” Your hand came around the other side of the cover, holding it up for you both to be able to read what's standing inside. He thanked you quietly. Your nerves decided it's fun not playing to your rules as they tingled.

It's not common for Saeran to openly hold you close in any possible way. The most he did was whispering some compliments here and there when asking him about either looks or creations which contributed to your favorite hobbies. Or he took your hand when it's cold, or no eyes were around to pry.

You put in effort respecting the fact he's not the most romantic person in the world. So whenever he did make a move into some intimate way, it's as if you're suffering a small heart attack since it happens at random times throughout your days together.

Regardless how you found to each other, it's always a wonder when thinking back to the past and first meeting him in person. Saeran had been so intimidating due to this dark aura he carried paired with the fitting clothes for his too thin body. It took no work to come to the conclusion he's layered like the books he read.

To this day; there's this tendency for you to both treat him like fine china and also take a step back when there's a dangerously low thread of patience on his part, which occured less the longer you're together. Sadly they did happen and it would he stupid to deny they couldn't be scary.

He'd knew as well, there's no chance to hide secrets behind your back. No matter how well kept you believe they were, he somehow found out at the end of the day. Probably some superpowers he picked up along his way of a hacker.

You closed your eyes for a second, inhaling the rather fresh scent of his room and the shower gel he used after coming out of the bathroom earlier. In combination they got something leaving the happiness in your stomach grow higher. It's fine once you're together, also on the days which weren't all rosy and easy.

Recovery took time and when seeing his face focused on the book, there's still a drained touch to his young features. Something mature; a weary part in the back of his head never finding rest. He described it like a curse after having a nightmare once.

A curse caused by outsiders and their hidden or brutal honest intentions. You couldn't tell what's it like to be wounded that deeply, not to his extend. That's why you wished for him to take the time and lead in everything. It seemed only fair towards him.

You leaned your head against his shoulder and felt his muscles stiff at the unfamiliar physical contact. You prepared for him to ask you to stop, nothing of that kind bubbled up though as he just breathed through to calm his body again. It sent another wide smile over your lips.

Sad you're having no windows in the bunker, you're able to perceive the distant sound of rain hitting the earth. Saeran must've picked up on it too as he put his hand on your shoulder to pull you closer. “This damn underground is always so cold...”

He mumbled almost annoyed, making you snicker out. “I think it's fine.” You flipped the page for him after he wiggled the book, pushing your nose closer to his neck. “Under the covers together it's warm..” Saeran squeezed your shoulder instead of using words to agree.

The idea to read with him slowly shattered since the heavy bones of yours suddenly demanded attention. A yawn left your mouth while cuddling deeper under the covers. “Hm.. If I fall asleep just wake me.” He shouldn't have to deal with a stringing shoulder just because you got sleepy.

Saeran hummed shortly and your eyelashes fluttered shut, convincing yourself to only rest in his arm but ending up falling asleep shortly afterwards anyways. Saeran felt the breathing becoming slow and even against his body which was enough prove.

Licking his dry lips, he put down the book on his lap in order to at least read a little bit further. He had to give you back the book soon, he should finish it while you're not being whiny and get it over with right now. Yet the warmth of you was quite the distraction.

After a couple of attempts to read the next sentences, which ended miserably, he closed the book. Your face's wrinkle free as you're dreaming of a scenario Saeran couldn't see happening. He closed his own eyes, difference was he didn't fall asleep.

Cuddling you close in total silence while you're not there to witness anything gave him more confidence to melt into the warmth that's now under the covers and next to his side. Saeran rubbed his eyes before leaning his head onto yours.

He couldn't sleep in that position, it didn't matter though. This was one way for him to recharge if you're already aware or not. He ran his hand through his hair next before letting it fall and try to sync his breathing with yours. The rain the slight background noise in the room and Saeran's feeling safe for once.

[darkfinch]

ik you're not here as much now (understandable) but while i wasn't as active in the leverage fandom as you (mostly reblogging stuff, wrote a couple fics a while back) but. i am also struggling with where to put my deep love for the show (it is? was? one of my favorite shows) with what i've read. is it okay to love something that caused active harm to so many people? and the answer i keep coming back to is, i don't know. i wish i didn't know about any of this, but that wouldn't undo any of the behavior or anything, and besides which, i do know, and i don't know what to do with any of this or how to feel about it and i miss what i thought the show was. we're in this together; you are not the only one struggling in light of learning this. sending love and good thoughts for you <333333

<3<3<3<3 hey, thank you, it’s. a rough and complicated time, what DO we do with all of that love. like the love’s still there it’s still THERE but where do i PUT it. where does it Go. sigh

honestly i think the big Wall i keep hitting re: this is…Redemption? like there’s an alternate universe here where this is a show that ended 10 years ago and was allegedly created in a really toxic, harmful environment, but which was created by a Lot of people who all contributed to creating something that ended up being really wonderful. and in this alternate universe, i can see being able to be like…okay, i’ve never watched this show Legally, i can be Aware of this and Talk about this and just continue to not give money to the creators, and not interact with the cast and crew, and maybe that would be enough

Except that now it’s not like…ah yes we collectively wish hutton a very [redacted], now it’s “these people who were fostering this entire Environment and harming people are all still employed and still work together on new projects, one of which is leverage redemption, which arguably came into being in part as a result of people contributing to fandom and sustaining Interest in this show”, which now duct tapes Fandom Interaction to the ongoing relevance of this media property and the continued employment of the specific people named in that article, and like, hhhhhhhhh that’s my brain making blender sounds thinking about all of it

i also wish i didn’t know, i am also glad that i do know, i also miss what i thought this show was (and not immediately seeing This when seeing these characters) (and not having to, like, stare blankly at a series of google docs like “which will drive me insane faster: trying to finish these for the sake of finishing them or Leaving Them Incomplete”) it’s. yeah. i don’t know. there was a rug it has been pulled etc

very glad (comforted? encouraged? sad?) to know other folks are also struggling with this (i.e. that it is Not just me), i know some people have jumped ship completely, some have gone on haitus, some are like “yeah this isn’t an issue for me” and are continuing as normal, i personally am sitting in the half-collapsed pillow fort i built in a cozy corner of this fandom and being very sad about it. what do we do with the love!!!!! i do not know.

very grim times, sending love & kind thoughts to u also thank you VERY much for your message and i hope things get easier for us <3

[jennycalendar]

“Huh?” Faith followed Spike’s vaguely gesticulating hand to the far side of the room. Sure enough, Giles was standing in the corner, handing a plate of fancy dessert to a cute little dark-haired lady that Faith didn’t know. “Holy shit. I haven’t seen him at one of these since, what, 2004?”

“Think the bird has anything to do with it?”

“I’m gonna find out,” said Faith, hopping off of her stool. 

it's the end! i wanna say something really profound here, but quite honestly, i have never finished a project like this one. ever. i am floored that it's done. there are so many plans (the jenny-centric sequel! the fics that bridge that time jump! the stuff after and before and in between!!!) so it's not like i am LEAVING this world per se, but this is still big and insane and i'm truly still processing it.

i would like to first of all say -- if you read this, kept up with this, commented, bugged me on tumblr about it, thank you so much. this has been from the very start a project that i was writing because it was something i really wanted to read and do, and as such it is NICHE AS ALL HELL, so getting all the nice words really sustained me and kept the chapters going! which is why i am OFFICIALLY extending this offer -- leave me a little prompt, here or on ao3, with any characters in this 'verse and/or specific situations that you might like to see (and i mean any. maybe it's more oc nonsense. maybe it's some other canon character who was not part of this fic. i wanna say thanks), and there is a non-zero chance i will scoop up your prompt and create a small collection of thank-you fics set in this particular world! especially since there is a very cozy collection of people reading this so i know this is a reasonable amount of writing to assign myself.

second -- keep your ear to the ground <3 though this installment is complete, there is very much another one on its way! not sure WHEN that will happen, because i think i'm going to force myself to take a break for a LITTLE while, but it will probably be sooner than we all expect. or later. who knows.

third -- thank you all again! this fic meant the world to write. crafting and sharing it was such a joy. having it be a whole complete entity is a little insane and i might have to lie down for a minute.

[scribbledquillz]

8 Videogames To Get To Know Me

Tagged by the lovely @shivunin to share some games I consider near and dear to my heart. Thank you for thinking of me!

Dragon Age: Origins - I love the whole series dearly, but Origins will always hold a special place in my heart. It has my favorite stories, characters and PC out of the three games. I found it during a very big transition point in my life (graduating college, first real apartment, moving permanently away from home etc) and it was a great comfort. Not to mention this game is the one that got me back into writing after more than a decade away.

Planet Zoo - sometimes you just need to sink 600+ hours into making the perfect habitat for your favorite critters... Before abandoning it halfway through as soon as you get another impulsive idea for a zoo theme.

Silent Hill, specifically 3 and The Room - Baby's first horror games. 🥰 These titles are what let me take my baby steps into my love of horror in games and stories. I might be a giant chicken who can't play them alone or have to watch them as let's plays, but I think the love still counts.

Project Zomboid / The Last Stand: Aftermath - technically cheating bc this is two separate series, but they hit the same corner of my video game preferences so I say it counts. I LOVE a good zombie apocalypse, and the survival challenge of Zomboid / combat system of Last Stand are just so darn fun.

Overwatch - yeah yeah yeah I know 2016 called. This is the one pvp game I play, and only with a select group of friends. It's for the socialization and shit-giving more than anything else. Lord knows their match making and monetization aren't what's keeping me around.

God of War - the whole series. The early games were a blast to play with the husband when we were in college, and the newest games (still playing Ragnarok) are just. Beautifully done stories that really delve into Kratos' attempts to do better by his son.

Red Dead Redemption 1 and 2 - again, emotionally powerful stories with gameplay that makes me willing to put hundreds of hours in for the sake of soaking up every last pixel.

Unpacking - this is just a delightful organization game with great unspoken visual storytelling. It feels cozy and warm and kiddo loves it too.

Honorable mentions - The Uncharted series, the Mass Effect series, Rollercoaster Tycoon, the Elder Scrolls: Oblivion, Overlord 1 and 2, Pokemon Yellow, Spyro, Horizon: Zero Dawn

Annnnd with that I'll tag: @heniareth , @siriskulksnerding , @darkspawntaxcollectors , @greypetrel , @malewifezevran , @jinakadaisy , @merlange , @melisusthewee , @darethshirl , @oxygenforthewicked and YOU 🥰 (no pressure ofc)

[zhimaqiu]

A little Good Omens fic because I was bored

*I did not firmly choose the angel's name. Idk if I'll continue this or no, but if I do then I'll take something more biblically accurate

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There are days when you just don't feel right. Your thoughts wander, tasks seem impossible to be done. The most recognizable feature of such days is a strange flow of time that seems to slow you down, but speed up everything else. It was such day for Aziraphale. He had invited Crowley to spend a relaxing evening together over a board of Ur, a game from ancient times, but it wasn't really going anywhere.

To play the game, they brought a small stool and put it between the sofa and the chair in front of Aziraphale's desk. The angel suggested sitting somewhere else, but Crowley argued that technically that sofa already belonged to him, considering how many times he sat, slept, drank and listened to Aziraphale's stories on it. If he was to die of embarrassment losing a board game with his angel, he wanted to do it on that specific furniture. The other place he accepted as his place of death was his Bentley of course, but after it burnt down, he wasn't entirely sure if the car he received after the end of the world could still be called that Bentley. And so they decided to make it look less elegant than Aziraphale would want it to look.

The board was cramped with four blue pieces. None waited to be put on the board, but three were already set aside. However, there wasn't even one white piece in the game nor aside. Aziraphale was turning one in his fingers and let Crowley throw the dice. A three which granted fourth blue piece to leave the board. Then Aziraphale's turn came. He rolled a zero again.

"This isn't very fun." Crowley leaned back on the sofa and crossed his arms. "You don't seem to be even slightly annoyed by this catastrophic luck. Almost seem like you do it on purpose."

"Ah, sorry. I didn't mean this evening to look like this. I'll make up for it. My mind is just somewhere else."

"That I can see," Crowley leaned over to him. "You don't have to force yourself, you know. A word and I will give you some space. For a time being."

Aziraphale smiled a little and offered Crowley a drink. Despite refusal he got up to make himself a calming cup of cocoa. This attempt of escape didn't went as well as he'd like. Crowley followed him and looked around the place. He never visited this room before, but it looked just like he imagined. Kitchen matched the rest of the bookstore: dusty, dark, cozy and small. Maybe a bit too small for two, but Crowley didn't seem to mind that Aziraphale kept brushing against him with his hips and belly as he moved around looking for ingredients. He opened a cabinet just above Crowley's head. Thanks to his flexible, sneak-like neck, the demon noticed there was a pinkish mug in a shape of a heart that stood out in the collection.

"Really?" He reached out for it and tossed it between his hands a few times. "Why would you get something as kitschy as this?"

"It's a gift." Aziraphale grabbed his hand and made him put it down on the crammed countertop. "From a girl who often visits my store and reads in a corner behind the sofa. Please be careful with it."

"Err okay." Crowley let go of the mug, but his hand stayed in Aziraphale's for a moment. It was warm. He wondered if it was natural, a neffect of stress or warmth of the other cup, now filled with water, cocoa powder and unhealthy, at least for a human, amount of sugar. "Why a heart though?"

The angel's smile was so wide that Crowley could see it even standing almost behind the angel as he stirred the cocoa.

"One time, she said I was like a second big brother to her. It's just a child's way of showing affection I think. It was the "second" that made me perturbed." He hid his lips, troubled. "Um... May I tell you something?"

"As long as it will help you get rid of this stern look of your face, yes." That's what Crowley almost said, but definitely thought. So let's rewind.

What actually came out of his mouth was more like a distorted, high-pitched "mhm."

"It's about her other big brother, you see," Aziraphale said siting back on the chair where they previously talked. "I found out she's got a guardian angel assigned. She's a golden child, really, but gets lost sometimes. Heavens thought someone could keep an eye on her. They believe she may be the next Marie Skłodowska-Curie." He laughed a little. "My concern is that they chose this... Daniel or someone."

"Daniel?" Crowley squinted. "That's a familiar name. I thought he's fallen."

Crowley stretched, taking space of the entire sofa. If a new customer walked in, he'd surely assume he must the host. If he ignored that Crowley, wearing all black, a leather jacket and tight trousers, within the visuals of the bookshop, looked absolutely out of place that is. But the demon always looked like he was the owner of every place he found himself at. Aziraphale on the other hand tried to take as little space as possible. Although lately he started to feel more relaxed around the demon. Earlier he wouldn't even imagine standing so close to him.

"Yahyahyah, I'm pretty sure he was floating a couple of feet away from me. Wings spread like two pieces of beacon on a pan. Kind of looked like enjoying himself."

Aziraphale took a loud sip of cocoa and put it down, next to the Ur board.

"I can't get it out of my head. Someone suggested he could redeem himself and they went with it."

"Suggested he could whot?"

"Redeem himself. Only because We are... They?? are short staffed at the moment. Honestly, I don't know what to think of my affiliation."

"Euh," Crowley waved his hand. "Pay no attention to that. But what's up the idea anyway? Heaven is quite unforgiving nowadays, so why? Demons are described as unforgivable. How is that guy any better?"

"Well, I do not know him yet so I don't want to judge. The Almighty must have reasons for allowing it... But I think you're the one more suitable for redemption. "

"Shut up," Crowley waved his hand and crossed arms again. Maybe if Aziraphale looked at him more carefully he'd be able to see a hint of red on the demon's face.

"In any case, it's probably an experiment. Tell me, have you ever seen that Daniel in Hell? Do you know something?"

"Not that I spend my free time in that stink-pit, but as far as I know the shit going on in there: no," he stood up and looked over the bookshelf to the entrance. He thought he heard the ring, but there was no one. Must have been the wind. Crowley continued as he turned back to Aziraphale. "What? Are you worried that he'll do something to that girl? She has her parents to look after her. There's no need for a guardian angel. Wasn't the idea abandoned 1900s? If this is a rebuild plan then it's a terrible start to chose a fallen angel as the first one if you ask me."

Aziraphale gave Crowley a worried smile.

"Oh. And what? He just took her in?"

"Yes. I can't help but feel responsible for her. In a way. She has spent so many days here. Probably more than in the orphanage. You know, when you told me that the bookshop burnt down, I thought of her. God bless everything is back to normal now and that she wasn't here when it happened."

Crowley looked at his friend carefully. He played with his hands and looked genuinely concerned, but Crowley couldn't grasp the idea of an attachment to a human. It was something he lost after the fall. The only person he became loyal to was Aziraphale, as strange as it sounds.

"What do you want to do about it?" he asked.

"It crossed my mind that maybe we could... oversee the case," Aziraphale replied glancing at him.

"We? " Crowley's eyebrows rose in surprise. "When did I sign a pact to be by your side in all of your shenanigans?"

Regardless of whether Crowley wanted it or not, his words stung the angel in the chest. He looked down again.

"Will you not help me then?"

"Of course I will!" Crowley mumbled the rest of the sentence: "Justsurprisedyoureallychose... ourside."

"Oh! That's wonderful." Aziraphale smiled brightly. "It eases my mind a bit. Thank you."

"Mm... Whatever, angel." Crowley look away for a moment then took off his sunglasses and moved the mug closer to Aziraphale. "Don't let your cocoa get cold." He knew the angel wouldn't drink it without a little stream of steam tickling his nose.

[monstersandmaw]

Idk if this I'd where to send wholesome things like the post said, since I'm fairly new to Tumblr, but it's getting a little closer to fall and it's what's keeping my head above the water rn. Specifically, I've been holding on to a really nice tea for a while, since it's a tea that would be especially perfect for cozy fall weather, and I'm very excited to be able to really enjoy it soon. It still tastes great, but doesn't hit the same in 90°F weather.

It's a tea called Red Plum, it's a Chinese red tea, meaning it brews a deep dark red color, with a rich maltyness with a small bit of astringency, which is the mouth drying bitter effect that tea has on your mouth after you swallow a drink. I'm not sure if you're familiar with tea or not, or know what these terms are so sorry if I come off as condescending.

Anyways, red plum specifically tastes like fall. Period. Besides the flavors and feelings that come with most red teas being warm and cozy in themselves, Red Plum tastes like roasted apples, sweet potatoes, and cinnamon; a tea which a friend described as "sitting on a lake front on cloudy, breezy, crisp fall day", which oddly enough made perfect sense. My favorite thing about tea is how many different flavors and experience you can get out of it, despite it only being leaves. The fact that some people over hundreds and thousands of years figured out how to make hot water with leaves in it taste like apples, cinnamon, and fall, or like steamed milk and strawberries, through sheer cultivation is absolutely baffling to me.

Experiencing tea and learning tea is something I've come to love and has brought me a lot of peace and tranquility where I otherwise wouldn't have any, and I hope sharing it with you might invoke a similar feeling. I'm a big fan of your work, and I'm sorry to hear that you aren't doing well, and thought I'd take the chance to give back while also getting a little self indulgent in my interests lol

Thank you for all that you do :)

This was such a beautiful message! Thank you! I do like tea very much, but sadly I’m kinda fussy when it comes to flavours… The way you described it so beautifully made me want to try it, so I’ll have to look out for it! I’d love to hear more tea recommendations from you if you have any :).

Thank you so much for taking the time to leave me this, and I hope you enjoy every autumnal sip of your magic tea! I have one that I really enjoy which is an Earl Grey/bergamot kind of mix, which I’ve just run out of, so I’ll have to get some more for autumn since it’s just around the corner. I’ll look for yours when I go too - autumn is my favourite favourite season, so a new tea to try would be great!