#except its like blanket material

[spacedhead]

me getting pissed off about there being weird shit in my mouth when im the one constantly biting blankets and sleeves of hoodies

[panuccispizza]

I'm fucking sick of work wear becoming fashion trends. literally every new Carhartt jacket I touch feels like it's getting softer. what happened to the roughness in the denim of my jeans and jackets? why do we allow clothes to get worse. I was lucky with my doc martens lasting me this long but I'm not going to be lucky like that again. I want clothes that don't cost $300, don't let the weather in, and are made of quality material that only gets softer with 3+ years of wear.

[berrieluv]

hold me, love me, touch me, be the first who ever did. a short blurb about james potter being boyfriend material.

It goes without saying that James Potter is definitely the best boyfriend, person, friend there was.

He cared so deeply for you and made you feel so loved all the time, you really couldn't complain, not for once has he ever make you feel unrequited.

And for someone who spent most of its life thinking loving them was hard, James Potter was quite the gift. There was something about his way, maybe it was his personality or the professing love he felt for you that made him act that way, whatever it was, you don't think of changing it for a mere second.

For summer break, James invited you to his house – more like his mansion –, it would be fun. Remus and Sirius would catch you there a few weeks later so you had plenty of time to get to know his parents better, and the alone time you would spend together. You were looking forward to it.

Except for the nights. You knew your nights were odd, no one really had this routine for it, you got to lower it down, your mom and dad always making sure it was fine.

"James?" You murmured in the middle of the night. You tried to push your needs as much as you could but it was getting imposible. James was facing the opposite side of you, one of his legs was on top of your body but it allowed you to sit "Jamie..."

"Mmh?"

"Did you closed the door?"

"S'closed, baby. See?" He said, extending his arms to the bedroom door.

"The principal door"

"I didn't. M'sure someone else did, s'fine"

James had a really thick accent, and he spoke too fast very often. In a daily and normal basis it was hard to keep the track of what he was saying, now sleeping it was even harder"

"What if no one did?" You asked, looking at his curls falling on his forehead, his pretty face illuminated by the peaks of moonlight entering through the window "Can we check?"

"I'm sure someone did, baby. There's many people living here"

"What if someones breaks in?"

"That won't happen baby"

You played with your fingers for a few seconds, you trusted James. He lived in a nice neighborhood. Entering was hard and the people around seemed nice enough to not go through their neighbors.

But still. You. Needed. To. Check.

"Can we go check?"

"Can you go back to sleep?"

He answered back with a smile, trying to push you to the mattress but your eyes were fixated to the door, thinking. You won't be able to sleep if you don't go and check that. You know it.

"Jamie..." He responded with a sleepy 'Mmh' before you said something else "Please, can we go check?"

"Alright" He said, taking the blankets off and revealing his naked torso. You knew he liked to sleep like that, in fact, those pajama pants were too many clothes for his liking – and yours too –, but you were at his parents' house, you should show respect "Hand"

You take James' hand and let him help you out of the bed, he waits for you to put on your slippers and starts walking to the stairs.

The big brown, beautiful principal door is standing right in front of you, closed. James stands at the edge of the stairs and waits for you to see it, not counting on you wanting to go and really check if its closed.

Still, he walks down with you, still holding hands and yawning.

"See?" He says when your hand meets the locker and check that it's locked. "Back to sleep now, baby"

But you were already downstairs. And the oven was just too close to go back to the room. "What about the oven?"

"The oven is in the kitchen"

You frown; "Is it off?"

"Of course it is"

You say nothing, but the eager look in your eyes directing to the kitchen makes James sigh and start walking with you.

Even if you could see the oven off you still kneeled a bit in front of it, just watching it. James couldn't be more confused, but what could he say? If checking the oven and the door would make his girl happy, count him in.

"Is off"

He smiles "See, baby? No harm as long as you're with your man"

And you smile back. Because what kind of guy would drag himself off bed and walk downstairs at 2:30 in the morning to just check if the door was closed.

When you exit the kitchen, the principal door is looking at you again, and suddenly you can't remember if you did a good inspection in there. Your body and James' is already four stairs up, but you had to check it.

You let go of James hand for the first time since you got out of bed and run to the door, check the look again and smile to yourself now that is locked.

"S'alright. We checked good the first time"

"Thank you"

You murmur and he just smiles and kisses your forehead.

After that day, James Potter goes through the whole house, holding hands with you, checking if everything is in order to go to sleep. Of course there's time you need to double check in the middle of the night, often he would try to help you to control it, but sometimes you really need to double check.

[another-lost-mc]

Hospitality

No one makes better tea than Barbatos.

BARBATOS x afab!Reader 0.9k words | NSFW | Yandere | Non-con somnophilia Content warnings: Yandere thoughts/behaviours, non-con somnophilia, drugging, stalking. The Creepy Castle AU [Part 2] PREVIOUS | NEXT

When you enter the guest room provided for you at the Demon Lord's castle, there’s a steaming cup of tea on the nightstand. It’s not the first time Barbatos surprised you like this during one of your visits, and the kind gesture makes you smile.

You pick up the delicate porcelain cup and inhale the fragrant aroma - it’s sweet and slightly herbal, a blend of Devildom berries and flowers you can’t identify yet by smell.

You purse your lips and blow gently across the top. The murky red liquid ripples gently as you cool your drink. Your first sip is hesitant, but you hum appreciatively at the light, honeyed taste. You take another generous sip before setting the cup back down onto its saucer.

There’s a folded piece of clothing on the bedspread. When you lift it in front of you, you realize it’s a nightgown; the fabric is soft and semi-sheer, dyed a beautiful shade of dark blue. It falls just above your knees. You can tell by the feel of it that it’s luxurious, nothing that you would ever buy for yourself and certainly not to sleep in.

You attended a ball earlier this evening at Diavolo’s castle. Lucifer and his brothers insisted you join them. Diavolo welcomed you tonight with open arms.

The night was a blur of dancing and drinking and jubilant conversation. By the time the last guests departed, it was well past midnight and Lucifer readily accepted Diavolo’s offer to stay at the castle. Walking back to the House of Lamentation was a daunting proposition; more than one of his brothers drank too much tonight. 

Lucifer and his brothers wandered off to their nearby guest rooms to sleep. Barbatos led you further down the hall and showed you to an exquisite room for your own use. He explained he prepared it for you at Diavolo’s request, to ensure your privacy and comfort. He wished you a good evening before he walked away.

You have nothing with you except a small purse and the dress on your back, purchased earlier that day with Asmodeus. If you twist oh so carefully, you can just reach the zipper and tug it down. The dress slides off your shoulders and glides lazily to the floor and pools at your feet. You drape the dress carefully over the back of an armchair so it doesn’t wrinkle too terribly by morning.

The cool castle air chills your skin and you can feel your bare nipples harden. It might not be appropriate to sleep mostly-naked when you’re a guest of the young prince. You feel ill-prepared for a night away from the comforts of home, but then you glance at the gift on your bed.

The nightgown fits perfectly and the material is silky against your skin. You pull back the blankets and slide into bed, sitting against the headboard with a tired sigh. You cradle the teacup in your palm and take more small sips. The warm liquid relaxes you, and soon you’re sleepy and can drink no more. You set the nearly-empty cup back on the nightstand and shimmy down the mattress to get comfortable. Once your head rests on the soft, cloud-like pillow, you close your weary eyes.

When your breathing slows and you descend into deep sleep, the candles that light the room blow out. The shadows come alive when you're bathed in darkness. Sin slips through the cracks of stone, the walls giving way so no more barriers exist between you.

Greedy eyes drink in your sleeping form and the sheets are tugged away, revealing your soft, touchable skin draped in midnight blue. The sheer fabric clings to each dip and groove and curve when you breathe.

He knew you would look lovely in this.

He dares to reach towards your sleeping face - his once-steady hands now shaking with anticipation, the urge to explore too overwhelming to resist. Beneath the supple leather gloves he wears, he can still feel the warmth of your skin that makes the craving he feels for you bloom deep in his belly.

His hand traces the fragile column of your throat and over the slope of your breasts, fingers gliding over the dips and curves of your chest and waist. The swell of your hip fits so perfectly in his hand. He dares to trail his thumb along the top of your thigh and into the warm space between your legs. Wandering fingers skim the lacy underwear you left on. He feels a hint of dampness there, and he wonders what sinful dreams his tea has given you.

He shifts the fabric aside and your light scent is even stronger now, sweet and musky and all his. He teases the edge of your folds and revels in how soft and warm you are. His movements are gentle, smoothed by the barest traces of slick gathering on his gloves. He wonders how greedy he can be tonight–

You squirm in your sleep and he pulls away quickly as though burned by the temptation of getting too close. You unconsciously rub your thighs together and he already misses his place between them. He savors his consolation prize when he slips his fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean until he’s devoured every last drop of you. He barely suppresses the urge to moan.

He needs to go, now, or he never will.

He slips back into the hidden passageway buried within the castle walls and becomes nothing but a shadow once more. He leaves no trace behind, except for the dregs of sleeping herbs in the bottom of your teacup.

[cherrycrushes]

freeze the picture - oneshot

lucifer morningstar x reader.

a/n: its like 1am but i was sobbing over mamma mia now im listening to low by flo rida and i cant sleep im so dizzy

“hey y/n?”

“yeah luci?”

“i love you.”

you both were on the envy ring’s beach. relaxing on a picnic blanket surrounded by glasses of wine, two rubber ducks that resembled both of you, and flowers. not to forget the charcuterie board of the finest finger food in hell.

lucifer laid on your lap as you stroked his hair. his eyes were half lidded, showing you his slightly smudged eyeshadow rubbed by his hands. it might’ve been due to the ring you were in- but you were slightly envious of how long and full his lashes were. the king of hell’s jacket was lain across his lap almost like a blanket. his sleeves rolled up.

“i love you too.”

you voiced, a grin growing across your face. lucifer looked up to you, mirroring your expression. it was almost like puppy love, except both frozen in the youth of eternity. the corner of you sundress slightly lifted up, as hell’s hot air breezed past the both of you. the “sun,” illuminated the side of lucifer’s and the front of your’s face.

“i think it’s best we start heading home soon, my love. it may be getting dark.”

the king of hell groaned almost childishly as he stuffed his face into the rolls of your tummy.

“but my dear, the drive from envy to pride is soooo long!”

it wasn’t. being the king of hell and all, the drive was a maximum of ten minutes. you let out a slight chuckle at the sight of him.

“i supposed we can wait a bit.”

time flew by and it was almost completely pitch black now. the red ocean’s waves got harsher and ypu could’ve sworn you saw two glowing eyes in the water. lucifer’s soft snores escaped his mouth, finding himself too comfortable in the warmth of your body.

you slightly shook him, and kept going when he didn’t wake up. you hated disrupting his well needed, and deserved, nap but you had to. he stirred slightly, even mumbling something that sounded like five more minutes.

“but luciii, i have a surprise whipped up back at the palacee,” you softly sang and you booped his nose.

despite the occasion being just a date, you wanted to give back to him. so, you made him a bouquet of paper flowers. the material being a copy of a book he reads out loud to you before bed (the version he reads was signed by the author). in addition, you baked him a resort of apple flavored desserts and even got him a huge duck plushie.

yeah, you liked to spoil your beautiful husband. the one that decided to wake up and sit up for once. you truly wished you could freeze time just to admire his disheveled state,

“you know i wouldn’t miss that for the world, darling.”

[hystixia]

I THINK SHE WANNA LOVE.

FEATURING 、JEFF THE KILLER X F!READER

WARNINGS 、DUBCON, BIRTHDAY SEX, FINGERING (M -> F), SOMNOPHILIA, DACRYPHILIA, DEGRADATION, HAND KINK, BELLY BULGE, CHOKING, OVERSTIM, PANTY STEALING, BLOOD, CREAMPIE, ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP

It’s late into the night when he shows up. You’re already fast asleep, there’s tired bags under your eyes and the thought of you trying your best to stay up to see him crosses his mind as he peers into your dark bedroom through your window. If he had a heart he’d feel a little bad for making you wait but Jeffery isn’t one to feel anything close to sympathy for others.

He slides the window up, a smirk crosses his features at the fact it was unlocked to begin with and he slips in without much of sound except for the small thud of his boots touching your bedroom floor. For anyone else it would be nearly impossible to see in this darkness but he’s awfully familiar with the layout of your entire house and that would be extremely alarming to know if he ever told you.

He closes the window quietly and quickly. He plans on staying a little longer this time, plans on making his presence known this time.

He’s skilled in laying on your bed without much effort needed, your much smaller form shifting and curling up under the soft blanket as the bed moves just the slightest with him as he leans over you to look at your face. He’s not trying to hide his obsession with you this time. His hand sliding up and down your side after removing the blanket from your figure. Tracing the exposed skin until he reaches your exposed tummy, the shirt you had on riding up your chest and barely covering your pretty breasts from his creeping view. This was a sight to behold but his attention moves over to your desk that has a few colorful bags, half wrapped boxes and cards on and his eyes narrow at the objects.

Who gave you those?

He stares for a bit before he considers the fact you had family come over and gift those to you and not some fucker that would be dead soon if he ever found out about it (he would.). He made it very clear you weren’t allowed to see anyone but him, keep conversations with others short if you wanted them to live another day. That’s what he had told you one night as you stared up at him with fear in your doe eyes, it was an addicting look he couldn’t get enough of when it came from you.

His hands grab at all your exposed skin before getting adventurous and impatient, fingers tugging at the hem of your cotton shorts and pulling them down your legs. He swore he saw your legs move to give him more access but maybe that was his own hands pushing them apart. Your pretty pink panties are something that catches his eye, the lacy material something he’s never seen you wear ever. He’d definitely be taking those, for safekeeping of course.

A sound leaves you when he runs his index over your clothed sex. His eyes trained on your expressions in your sleep when he taps his finger against your covered clit, a small gasp leaves you and your head twists a little at the contact.

He could eat you alive if he wanted to.

He tugs the thin material of your underwear down until its completely off you much like the cotton shorts that lie somewhere on the floor in the dark. He’s not too caring with his placement for your panties either but he remembers where he’s thrown them to take when he leaves later.

His cold hands slide up your thighs and a shiver racks through your body as a small hum of discomfort slips past your lips. His hands inch closer to your heat until one is gripping your plush thigh and pulling it until he has full access to your pretty pussy, his eyes stare for way too long at the sight and he feels his dick pulse in his pants as he moves to roll his thumb around your clit. He’s well aware his hand could fully cup your cunt and maybe he’ll mention that fact another time to embarrass you and leave you squirming when he’s gone. Leave you wishing he was the one touching you when you’re “alone” in your room with no creeping Jeff around to help.

A small whimper bubbles in your throat and your face scrunches up in pleasure as he lazily rubs his thumb in circles over your small bundle of nerves, a breathy sound spills from your lips and it sounds akin to his name but it’s hard to tell.

Your needy pussy clenches around nothing as he builds you up, your hips stuttering that he’s quick to stop with his hand gripping the soft flesh tight to the mattress. Your legs shaking lightly as your back tries to arch off the bed and your whines rise in pitch.

“haah, J-, ooo, Jeff!” You cry out, eyes squeezed shut as your body trembles against the bed. Your orgasm is fast, the unknown knot in your belly snapping as he leans his head against your thigh to keep it from closing. Your juices coating his hand and as you pant he doesn’t bother to stop and clean your mess. Instead he inserts two long and thick fingers into your pulsing hole and a high pitched gasp leaves you making him grin against your skin.

Visiting you in the night and doing this to while you weren’t aware always got him going. It was entertaining to watch your face contort in pleasure, how you begged for him even while asleep. He was the only thing left in your fucked out brain most nights and he couldn’t get enough of it.

“Gonna give me another one?” He hums lowly, a whisper against the smooth skin of your flesh as your warm walls flutter around his fingers that rub against that gummy spot that has your hips jerking forward at the contact. His thumb on your puffy pearl plus the added fullness of his fingers has whimpers and moans falling from your open mouth freely now. Your hand instinctively grabs at his that’s cupping your drooling cunt and he grins at how the tips of your fingers cant reach each other as you grip his wrist for support.

You’re panting, your body feels hot and your brows are knitted together as your eyes flutter and he stares up curiously at your face.

Were you awake already?

He coos softly at your messy pussy as another orgasm floods your senses, a silent scream leaving you as you arch off the bed. Your heart thumps wildly against your chest like you’ve run a marathon and your lungs struggle to take in air as you finally flutter those pretty lashes and open those doe eyes that stare at the ceiling in a daze as you come down from the suffocating high.

He’s pulling his hand from your sticky cunt, a smirk on his face at the sight of your pussy so messy and all because of him. Your eyes go glossy when you finally look at him, his fingers that shimmer with your juices being swiped over with his tongue. Those bloody scars seeming to tug upwards slightly as he smiles at you.

“The birthday girl ‘s awake now.” He cackles at you. Your pupils blown wide as you stare at him with need, desperation to have him now. He remembered the date. He knows your birthday somehow.

“Jeff,” It comes out breathy, needier than you intended but it reaches him regardless. Those icy blue eyes staring back teasingly before he’s leaning over you, your body shrinking against the sheets as he stares down with hunger in his eyes. Jeff felt like toying with you tonight though.

“What do ya want, sweetheart?” He grins down at you. So small under him, face heated not only from embarrassment but from the arousal pooling hot in your belly. Your pretty doe eyes staring up at him pleadingly before he brings a hand up to rest against your headboard but he doesn’t fail to notice the way your eyes sparkle with interest at the position he’s cramping you into. “Gotta beg for it, pretty girl. You know this,”

“Please, Jeff,” You whine out and there’s pretty tears in your eyes. He wants them to slip down your face, a shimmery glow added to your skin from the lines they’ll create as they stream down your soft cheeks. “I want it,”

“Want what?” He teases, a small chuckle rumbling in his chest at the pout on your face. It’s like you forget he’s a serial killer and could gut you open if he wanted to.

“I want you.. wan’ your cock. Jeff, please,” You beg, hands grabbing at the sheets as your pussy clenches around nothing over the thought of being filled up.

He hums and you stare at the painful cuts in his face, wondering for a short moment if they hurt him before thinking about how they fit him perfectly in a fucked up and twisted way. You yelp as your legs are grabbed roughly, a faint smile tugging at your lips as he pushes them up to your chest and you hold them there without being told to as you watch him unbuckle his belt. You’d be lying if the sound of it jingling and the zipper being tugged down didn’t excite you a little.

You practically drool at the sight of his cock, angry red tip and curving just right to hit all your spots. He’s big and veiny making you swallow thickly as you try to prepare yourself to take him like you have many times before.

He growls when his sticky tip touches your messy slit. His eyes trained on the sight of your exposed and already stimulated cunt as he pushes his tip past your folds into the overwhelming heat of your slick sex.

A whine bubbles in your throat at the intrusion but he’s quick to wrap a large hand around your throat. His eyes giving you a warning glare.

“Be quiet.” And you do. With glassy eyes as he pushes more of his length inside you, it feels like he’s in your guts already when he reaches halfway and with a low groan that has your legs shaking he thrusts the rest in. Impatient as he tries to wait for you to accommodate to him.

He gives you a manic smile that sends a shiver down your spine before he’s grabbing the headboard, his dark hair tickling your skin as he stares down at you and you take notice of the red on his hands and arms now, your eyes widening in alarm at the sight you should be used to by now.

“Happy birthday, doll.” He breathes out before pulling back and then slamming into your heat. Your eyes threaten to roll back but he squeezes your throat, a silent warning. Keep your eyes on his own icy blues. He likes to watch your reactions through your pretty hues.

His tip bumps your cervix repeatedly, your body rocking against the bed as his hand around your throat holds you in place beneath him as a choked moan falls from your soft lips and he takes the opportunity to lean down until his lips are against yours and his tongue is exploring your mouth.

You whimper at the contact, eyes squeezed shut as he thrusts roughly into you without any mercy for your poor cunt that squelches lewdly around his cock. There’s already a creamy ring around the base of it and his thumb pushes your chin up and further into the kiss before he releases you as you gasp for air.

His hand lets go of your neck, a faint mark around it as his hand slides down your body until it rests against your exposed lower tummy, pressing down against it and making you aware of what’s now faintly bumping against his hand.

“You feel me right here, doll?” He teases in your ear, staring down with you at the small bump that reappears with each thrust into your spent pussy and your head lolls to the side with a moan at the sight. It felt like he was in your guts to begin with but this is just evidence of it being true.

His big hand squeezes at your hip as you try to move against him, pushing you down into the mattress and you can barely hear the headboard hitting the wall over his few groans accompanied by heavy breathing. Your body felt like it was on fire and there was a knot forming in your stomach and overstimulation in your poor cunt has tears beginning to fall down your cheeks.

“Aw, ‘t’s too much?” He coos at the sight. You nod slightly, his hips snapping particularly rougher at that as a wide grin spreads across his scarred face.

“I hope it’s too much.” He laughs at the pathetic way your eyes roll into the back of your skull, tongue peeking past your swollen lips as he hits that sticky spot that has you keening into him. “I hope you can’t handle it.”

“Jeff— Fuck, ngh, ‘m gonna cum!” You sob out, words slurred as you feel pressure build up in your core, threatening to spill over as you stare up at him with begging eyes.

“Yeah? Gonna cum on my cock like a dumb slut?” He hums when your walls squeeze around him tighter. “Ya gonna cream around me like the dirty whore you are?”

“Please, please, please!” You don’t know what you’re begging for now. Maybe it’s your release, perhaps it’s even for him to slow down so you can handle it but tingles spark in your body as his thumb taps against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your mouth in a ‘o’ shape as your legs tremble and you feel his hot seed spurt into you. That’s what it takes for your orgasm to come, you don’t know how many times he had you cum before this but you felt weak and dizzy from it all regardless. Your mouth hung open as your eyes almost cross and your back arched. It was so overwhelming you could scream but no sound came out as he panted above you before resting his head against your shoulder.

There’s a bit of silence afterwards before he pulls out with slight hesitance, fixing his pants back up before staring at the mesmerizing sight of your spent pussy drooling his cum. If he had the time he’d fuck you again, but he’s going to miss his only opening to leave soon if he doesn’t speed this up. It would be a shame to get rid of your parents after you had begged him so prettily to let them live.

He feels better now as he pushes the mixture of your sticky essence and his warm seed back into your quivering cunt before leaning over your heated face and kissing you by surprise. He doesn’t miss the way your eyes widen at the act or how your hands seem to cling to his hoodie stained with red. It’s addicting to leave you wanting more from him like this, he can’t get enough of you and your reactions.

He pulls away leaving you to want him and his touch in silence before glancing down at your bare body in embarrassment. Isn’t that cute?

“I’ll come back soon, sweetheart.” He promises. He always does and he always will. When you’re asleep, sometimes when you’re awake and studying late into the night and see him knocking on your window.

You nod hopefully at him, a sparkle in your eyes at his words as you tug the sheets up your cold body and curl into them, aware of the mess leaking down your inner thigh at the movement.

He bends down in the ground but it’s hard to tell what he’s doing in the darkness before he’s standing up and slipping back out your window.

You mutter his name, quiet and soft but he halts his hands from pulling down the window and instead leans on the sill with a low hum.

“Thank you,” You’re sincere and it’s laughable to him, amusing to see someone actually thank a killer such as himself but he grins back at you regardless of how stupid you were.

“Happy birthday, doll.” He says it for the second time that night and with that he pulls the window closed and stalks off into the cover of night.

You giggle to yourself, a smile on your face that almost leaves your cheeks feeling sore as you touch your heated face and think over the whole thing. Did that really happen? Were you just dreaming right now? The ache between your legs is enough of a reminder of your reality and if you could you’d kick your shaking legs around like a school girl. You’d wait expectantly for his arrival like always, falling asleep well into the night to be woken up to his tainted touch like always.

You’re in a fantasy smiling dreamily while he’s sneaking past houses and back into the woods with a sinister smirk on his face.

A familiar pair of lacy pink panties clutched in his dirty hand, a bloody knife in the other as he disappears into the night.

[in-another-april]

─ movie date | s.r

summary/prompt - spencer invites you to his apartment to watch one of his russian sci-fi films with him | fluff

warnings - small mention of burns

wc - 735

notes - this was inspired by me rewatching and falling in love with awkward early seasons spencer all over again 😭

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 You sink deeper into the brown leather couch as the alarm of the microwave rings out behind you. Tilting your head back, you watch as Spencer empties the freshly popped popcorn into a bowl. You let out a soft chuckle as you see him holding the steaming bag as gingerly as possible to avoid burning his hand, a practically inevitable occurrence whenever he prepares food, his clumsy nature almost never failing to bring a fond smile onto your face.

“Need any help?” Your question makes him look from over his shoulder at you.

“Oh, I got it.” He shakes his head before pausing. “Thank you, though.” He rushes to add with an awkward smile, hoping you can’t tell how painfully out of his element he was.

So far, you two had been seeing each other outside of work for a few weeks, but you had yet to meet up at either of your respective apartments. He’d like to think he presented himself as “cool and collected” as Derek had coached him to be when you first suggested the idea of going to his place for a movie date, but he knew he was done for as soon as you mentioned wanting to watch the Russian sci-fi film he had been eagerly rambling about on the jet. He finds himself struggling to even think about the way your eyes light up with genuine curiosity whenever he goes on one his tangents without his face heating up. You’re going to be the death of him, he swears.

You can’t help the cheerful smile that makes its way onto your face as Spencer finally sits down next to you, after some fiddling with the TV and disc. You think for a moment before offering the other half of the blanket laid on your lap to him. His face turns red as he stares dumbly for a moment before happily accepting his side of the soft material, sliding closer to you. He’s eager to start the movie, in hopes it’ll serve enough of a distraction so you don’t notice the blush on his face getting brighter from simply being in your proximity.

He almost forgets he’s supposed to be translating for you until he sees the expectant look on your face after the first few lines pass. He mutters a quick apology before clearing his throat and reciting the words as they come, voice low as to minimize the disruption to the experience as much as possible. As the minutes pass, Spencer feels his nerves calm and breathing steady as he finds himself slotted securely back into his comfort zone: rattling off information regarding subjects he’s passionate about.

That is, until he feels the slight weight of your head against his shoulder, cuddling up to him like it’s second nature. His body instinctively tenses up under the contact, halting his translations as he stares off into space, cogs turning in his head as he tries to understand how his mind can feel blank while simultaneously housing so many rushing thoughts.

You lift your head off him slightly, turning to meet his eyes. “Oh, I didn’t mean to make you comfortable, I’m sorry.” You say, cursing yourself for being too forward. “I can move-”

“No!” Spencer interjects quickly, cringing at how desperate it made him come off. “I- sorry, I didn’t mean to sound so, uh, I just meant to say…” The deep breath he takes only serves to fluster him more as it ends up being just a whiff of your perfume. “You don’t have to move, I don’t mind.” Is what he settles on, trying his best to read your expression as he stares up at you.

“Are you sure?” You’re not sure why you ask, but you still revel in the sweetness of his answer.

“I’m positive. I’d… prefer it, really.” He shyly admits, looking everywhere except your eyes. “O-Only if you want to, of course.”

He’s happy to see that answer satisfied you, returning to your position leaning against him. You don’t think it’s possible for your smile to grow bigger, but you prove yourself wrong as you feel him hesitantly wrap his arm around you, pressing his head against yours. He resumes his whisper translations, but you’d have to admit that the movie is lost in the back of your mind as you opt to focus your attention on the man sitting next to you.

[irregular-child]

Ok so...

me and @whitetape were hanging out the other day, and all of a sudden he pops up and asks me...

"Is it taboo to have a picture of an omega in their nest?"

Yes, my loves, we're discussing the omegaverse!

We chatted for a while and came to the following conclusions

TABOOS:

It is not taboo to have a picture of an omega in their nest, if the omega consented

An empty nest without an omega in it , with the omega's consent, is ok but looked at weird

It is ok to post a picture of an omega in their nest, but is seen as nsfw and more conservative types think its not ok, irregardless of the omega's state of dress

It's seen as never ok to post an empty nest outside of a nsfw/fetish context

BUT

There are parts of the internet where people post nest pics in an aesthetic way

Advice columns/reddit asks/etc

Though these are usually nests posted by the omegas that own them

There are some exceptions, such as non-omega parents with omega children

These are usually asking for advice or help with helping their children build nests

BEHAVIOR:

Nests were traditionally seen as an omega only thing, and kinda still are, but as time goes on, acceptance grows for non-omegas building nests

There are usually children of omegas who miss the sensation of nesting with their dams, or people very close to their omegas with the same motivation

The acceptance exists but non-omegas nesting seen as different to omegas nesting

The act of nesting for omegas is inherently instinct driven behavior

While the act of nesting for non-omegas is seen as more of a comforting act, the same as a child sucking their thumb

CULTURAL NORMS:

The typical timeline of an omega inviting their partner into their nest varies from omega to omega

But culturally in the west, the typical expected timeline is 3-4 months into the relationship

There are some non-omegas, generally alphas, who are pushy about it since its commonly seen as a trust thing

Though the real shitbags will twist it into a "you don't love me" thing

This 3-4 month mark is where a lot of people end relationships

For those who make it past that, the 2 1/2-3 year mark is usually when the omega allows their partner to start referring to it as "their nest" instead of just the omega's

This could happen as early as 1 year into the relationship, some couples go 10 years together without talking about it, but 2 1/2-3 years is the norm

Most omegas take the subtle approach of slipping it into conversation, as to not spook their partners for various reasons

Though some do prefer to have a conversation about it

NESTS:

Typically, nests are made of the basic materials of blankets, pillows, and scented clothes

The scents may be from a romantic partner, close friends, family members, pack members, etc

It just has to be from someone the omega holds dear

Other materials/nest behaviors vary on an omega to omega basis

Some omegas like having stuffed animals in their nest, some see it as childish

Some omegas keep any important items, no matter the material (laptops, notebooks, water bottes, meds, etc), others have a strictly soft items nest

Some omegas eat in their nests, others don't even drink water in their nests

Some omegas clean all nests materials at once, others stagger different materials at different times

Some omegas allow pets in their nests, others keep them out

These preferences can also cause the end of relationships, especially in omega/omega relationships

A good portion of omega/omega relationships sleep in separate nests/beds/rooms

Other than partners, generally only dams and younger, non-omega siblings are allowed in an omega's nest

However, behavior towards non-omegas being in nests are finnicky in general

Betas are generally ok, up to presentation

Alphas are generally kicked out around age 7, since its the age when gender roles are more heavily cemented in children

We will be back folks! Next time with presentation worldbuilding! :D

[suzukiblu]

Ko-fi thank-you sentences for @primtheamazing, @beatrice-otter, @qwertynerd97, and LadyLeocadia, who all picked the same WIP; Kara gets to Earth on time and the Kents get a two-for-one special on free kids.

Ma and Pa take her and Kal to a quaint little brick building and lead them inside. It's full of things Kara can't identify, but also racks and racks of clothes and dishware and furniture. She's briefly bewildered by the place, unsure if it's just a very unusual tailor shop or . . . what, exactly. Then she realizes–Smoll-Veel is a Laborer settlement, so this is probably just a clothing shop. She's never been to one before–the House of El always uses tailors–but Laborers must wear through their clothes much faster and need replacements for those clothes much faster, so of course they wouldn't always have time to wait for a tailor, when they just need to get back to work. And Laborers' work clothes must be much plainer than most tailors would be interested in making anyway, really. No demonstration of skill or fashion or anything similar. Nothing to really interest a real Artisan.

Ma guides Kara through the oddly-arranged racks of clothing and starts taking different items off them, and Pa disappears somewhere else when Kara is distracted by a particularly soft and pretty dress that Ma holds up to her. It worries her for a moment, for no good reason. Like he's just vanished from the universe and won't ever come back; like he's just dust and ash and dead and gone–

Kara forces herself not to think about it and smiles at Ma, who smiles back. Kal burbles and tries to stick his whole fist in his mouth, and Ma laughs fondly at the sight. Kara wants to cry. Instead she presses a kiss to his hair and holds him just a tiny, tiny bit tighter. He giggles and smacks her in the face with his spit-sticky hand.

She needs to take care of him. Needs to protect him. Needs to keep him safe.

He's the only thing she has left to keep safe.

The only thing she has left at all, except for their smashed-up ships and the clothes she came here wearing and the blanket he's all wrapped up in.

Kara tries not to think too much, and smiles at another pretty dress as Ma holds it up too. Ma picks out a few more things–a skirt or two, a pair of pants made of the same sturdy blue material as the jacket Kara's wearing, some strange tops with very short sleeves–and it's all soft and unstructured and very peculiar-looking, to be honest, but it seems to please Ma to pick them out with her and also beggars really can't be choosers.

And Kara does think the dresses are pretty.

Pa comes back with his arms full of–toys, maybe? They look like toys. Kara blinks in confusion. Why is he . . .

Pa holds up one of the toys, a soft little thing that looks a bit like a dog and is even white and floppy-eared like Krypto was, and offers it to Kal. His little face lights up in unabashed delight as he reaches for it, and Kara nearly cries.

Kal squishes the toy in a hug and then starts chewing on one of those floppy ears. Kara nearly cries again.

Ma and Pa really are just that kind, she thinks. Feeding them and giving her clothes is already so much, but they didn't need to offer Kal a toy. That's . . .

They didn't need to do that.

Or any of this.

Ma makes an approving sound; Pa looks pleased. Kal coos happily at his toy.

Kara keeps not crying, but it's getting harder and harder to manage.

She can't possibly repay them for this. They must know that. How could she? She's not from this planet; she doesn't speak its language or know anything about it. She can try to be another "Kent" for them, maybe, but that's all she could possibly do: basic Laborer work, not even anything specialized. Certainly nothing with any real experience necessary to it.

And even if she did, it'd be more so she could take care of Kal than to repay them anyway, so . . .

She doesn't understand why they're being so kind.

Ma takes the pile of clothes and leads the way to a little row of curtained doors off to the side of the shop. Kara isn't sure, for a moment, but thinks–are they fitting rooms, maybe? Though there aren't any tailors in them, when she peeks into the one Ma is hanging up all those clothes in. She can only assume she's just supposed to try them on and see if they fit. Which seems like a time-consuming process, really, but is admittedly much less time-consuming than a tailor making a full wardrobe's worth of custom pieces from scratch.

Kara takes Kal into the fitting room with her and tries on the clothes while he plays with his new toy, and she can mostly breathe as long as she keeps an eye on him. She probably should've left him outside with Ma and Pa instead of having him sit on the floor in here while she goes through all the clothes one by one, but with the curtain drawn she wouldn't have been able to see him and then . . .

She exhales. Tries on another skirt. It's pretty. Soft and shapeless, but with interesting pleats in it and a bright blue and yellow pattern.

She thinks her mother would've liked it, and then tries not to think.

She's been trying not to think a lot, at this point.

Kal is so little. So small and defenseless and she's not even come of age, technically, she's only–

Well, no, Kara realizes. She must be sixteen by now. After the sleep-stasis in the ship on the way here . . .

She swallows. Reaches for another skirt to try on. It's pink.

She's sixteen, and her parents are dead.

She's sixteen and her parents have been dead.

And so are Kal’s, and she's the only thing he has in the universe.

Kal giggles. Baps her leg with his soft toy and makes a playful growling sound.

Kara buries her face in the skirt and sobs in silence, all hitched breaths and messy, painful tears.

She wants her mom.

[fireinmoonshot]

one giving the other their jacket / covering them with it when they fall asleep with hangman please?

It hadn’t been his idea to have a beach bonfire on one of the coldest nights in winter. The wind chill from the sea was adding to the cold air, and while the bonfire had done the trick for most of the night in keeping him, his squadron and the others who had attended warm, it was wearing off now that the bonfire was starting to get smaller.

You, being his best friend, had sat beside him for most of the night except for when you’d gotten up to chat to others or get a drink or a snack. But when the night started getting cooler, you’d happily settled down on the chair right beside Jake, enjoying the comfort of his warmth.

Jake turned to you a little after 11pm when it started to get noticeably cooler. You were snug into his side, one of his arms wrapped around your shoulders to keep you close so you didn’t get too cold.

It was just a friendly thing to do, he thought.

As if he’d do it with anyone else but you.

“You warm enough?” He asked. “I got a blanket somewhere in the car if you want me to run and get it? Or I can start saying my goodbyes and drive you home?”

He’d decided not to drink as much tonight – only a couple at the start of the night, which was hours ago by now so they’d mostly worn out of his system – so that he could drive you home and you wouldn’t have to worry about getting a lift with someone else. It was a rare occasion for Jake not to be drinking, but he’d never forgive himself if you didn’t get home safe . He wanted you to be able to rely on him.

You shook your head. “Nah, I’m fine. I’m warm enough right here. We can stay longer.”

Jake nodded and tugged you closer into his side. That was when he noticed that you’d started shivering. You tried your best to stop it, not wanting him to notice, but it was too late.

“You liar,” Jake narrowed his eyes at you, a playful glint in them. “You’re shivering. Okay, you stay right here and I’m gonna go and get the blanket from the car.” He started to stand up, fully intending on getting the blanket for you, when you stopped him by grabbing his arm gently, tugging him back.

“I’m gonna be colder if you go, so sit your ass back down. I’ll live.”

He wasn’t going to give up that easily though. He huffed and sat down beside you, starting to pull off his jacket. It was one of his best winter jackets, fluffy and warm on the inside and wind proof on the outside. And Jake… well, he was hot enough to stay warm without it.

He turned to face you and gently draped his jacket over your shoulders, pulling it close around you to make sure it wasn’t going to fall off and would do its job at keeping you warm.

“That better?” 

The warmth was immediate from the second he put the jacket on you. Both from the material itself and the lingering body heat from Jake. You snuggled down inside the jacket and buried your chin into its warmth. “I’m toasty now.”

Jake smiled and leaned back into his chair, moving to wrap his arm back around your shoulders and pull you into his side again. You were still shivering, but as time went on he noticed that stopped as you got warmer. 

He didn’t notice, however, that you’d started to drift off onto his shoulder until Coyote walked past him and pointed it out to him. Jake glanced down at you, unable to move. It was like he had a cat on his lap and he couldn’t move out of fear of the cat moving off of him. The last thing he wanted to do was wake you up.

Then he saw that his jacket had started to fall off of your shoulder.

Gently, he raised the arm you weren’t leaning on and moved it to pull the jacket back up over your shoulder to try and keep you warm and hopefully fast asleep. You, luckily, didn’t stir at all and he was able to relax after fixing the jacket.

Jake smiled to himself and looked down at you, sleeping soundly on his shoulder. As long as you were warm and comfortable and as long as he didn’t wake you up, Jake would be happy.

[jiunngs]

CRUSH ON YOU ✶ P1HARMONY

ft. gn!reader x p1harmony (separate scenarios). warnings: none except for a minor mention of throwing up in intak's section wc 1.5k

desc ★ the moments they realised their feelings ran a little deeper than friendship.

기호 ☆ KEEHO

you were sharing headphones on the ride home from a day in the city, r&b playing in your ears as the train sped on. the two of you weren't speaking, but there was no need to. you were both content with just listening & sharing a comfortable silence.

he was just beginning to drift off himself when he felt something loll onto his shoulder, and froze up completely before realising it was you; soundly asleep with a pleasant look on your face as you dreamt. he felt his own face heat up a little at the proximity, and a smile made its way across his face. one of his hands shifted from its idle position in his lap to brush some hair back from where it'd fallen across your field of vision. he kept the hand in your hair after it had been fixed, thinking to himself that it would be nice if you could stay like this forever.

ah. well. that thought was a new one. but, surprisingly, not an unwelcome one. being domestic like this, waking up and falling asleep beside you, doing all the things that lovers did— it didn't seem so bad.

slowly, as not to disturb you from your dreams, he rested his head atop yours, closing his eyes and relaxing into the material of the chair behind him. there was the risk of missing your stop, but he couldn't really find it in him to care.

테오 ☆ THEO

it came after he began to notice all the little things you did for him. draping a blanket or your jacket over him when he'd fallen asleep on the sofa, leaving out his favourite foods or making him a hot drink whenever he hadn't had the best day, sitting and watching his favourite romance movies with him even when he knew they wouldn't be your first choice, and so much more.

maybe it'd been growing over time, the minor things that he'd appreciated building up to the one thing that really cemented it in place. and perhaps it wouldn't seem all that big to some people, but the night you'd made him dinner was something he still thought about to this day.

it was nothing particularly fancy, sharing space on the kitchen island as you ate together, legs and hands occasionally brushing against each other, but it was just the thought that you'd taken the time out of your day to do it all that really made it all fall into place for him, made him feel like he was someone that much more special to you— not that he doubted his worth in your eyes, but the act in itself was something reassuring.

he'd fallen into it after that, wanting you to be with him more and more until it finally all clicked into place. the moment was over quick at first, but it was only when he was lying in bed staring at the ceiling when it really sank it. he liked you, wanted to kiss you and hold your hand and take you on dates, do all the small things you did for him but returned tenfold.

지웅 ☆ JIUNG

in a practice room long after the sun had set, all daylight gone from the streets and leaving the clear moon to take it's place up above. the two of you were engaged in some impromptu dance battle, energetic hip-hop playing from the speakers as you faced off, the blonde making a playful 'i'm watching you' gesture with one hand.

you were in no way being serious, pulling any move you could think of to match the high-energy beat and to make jiung burst out into his raucous laughter, no doubt loud enough to reach the occupants of any neighbouring rooms, but neither of you finding it in yourselves to care. he'd replied in kind with his own parody of a proper routine, and then you were going back and forth until it devolved into the pair of you just laughing at each other.

that is, until a familiar song came on over the speakers. it was one you liked, and you told jiung as much as you slowly started to build up a proper rhythm with a grin.

it was then that he knew, while watching you really throw yourself into it and enjoy yourself, that what he felt for you was probably tipping the scale in the direction of the more romantic side of the spectrum. if anything it was more surprising that he wasn't surprised by the revelation, and instead welcomed it. somehow he felt like he'd always known, and this was just the instance he was coming to realise it.

인탁 ☆ INTAK

on a rollercoaster at the theme park, both your arms raised high and him screaming his lungs out while you laughed so hard you could feel tears pricking your eyes beside him.

he'd turned to face you in the midst of the excitement and felt the sight knock the breath out of him more than the never-ending loops and twists of the ride could ever; his yelling dying down as he simply took in the image of you laughing uncontrollably, hair windblown and eyes shining. oh.

you met his gaze when you noticed the distinct lack of noise from your best friend, and when you saw him looking wide-eyed and a little pale it was only natural for your first instinct to be panic.

"intak? you're looking kinda queasy, are you okay? oh god, if you're gonna throw up please do not get any on me— this is my nice jacket, man, you can't go and ruin it!"

it was then a rush to reassure you that he wasn't going to be sick, all while trying to process that fact that he maybe sort-of probably (definitely) had very real and romantic feelings for you. somehow it felt more like a rollercoaster than the one you were both still currently on.

소울 ☆ SOUL

a new arcade had just opened in your area, and so of course your first instinct was to drag shota along with you the second you could. so far it'd been an afternoon well spent, the pair of you making it your mission to play on every machine they had available, despite the hit your wallets would take.

currently the redhead was on one of the basketball games, throwing in ball after ball as quick as he could with a small smile present on his face. you took the chance to wander off to one of the claw machines while he was distracted and, when you spotted one with a character you knew he liked, were quick to rush over and insert a coin; eager to try and win it for him.

it took more than a few tries, all of which involved some curse word or another being muttered under your breath when you just missed the stuffed toy you were aiming for, but you eventually got it and cheered in celebration, rushing to grab it and rushing over to where shota was still happily shooting hoops.

he made a confused noise when you shoved it into his chest, but gently took it all the same and looked up to where you were grinning; clearly proud of your winnings. it hit him then— a soft feeling of ah. he liked seeing you like this, wanted you to be happy every second you were with him. the realisation only made him smile wider right back at you, taking your arm and dragging you back to the machines to try and win something for you this time, so you'd match.

종섭 ☆ JONGSEOB

it was while teaching you how to skate, sun setting overhead as the pair of you practiced over and over. he was in the process of showing you a trick, and called to you over his shoulder just before he did.

"like this. you get it?"

you nodded enthusiastically after his demonstration, eager to try it out for yourself. he smiled and stepped off, rolling it over to you and then standing back to watch.

unfortunately for you, your attempt didn't go as well as you would've hoped, and you went toppling to the concrete below before he could stop you. he was about to rush over and check you weren't hurt, but was stopped in his tracks by the sound of your laughter; loud and open in the evening air.

it struck him like lightening, a sudden rush of oh god oh god oh god, and he was left to desperately mediate between fanning his own red cheeks and helping you up from where you were still sprawled on the ground, the occasional giggle still escaping. it seemed his moment of self-discovery would do him more harm than good, if this was how he was going to react every time you so much as smiled at him, and he couldn't even begin to imagine the amount of teasing he would receive once he told the rest of his friends.

but, once he looked over at you again and caught sight of you still smiling widely at the abandoned skateboard; already wanting to go again, he found he didn't really mind.

✿ THESE WERE SO FUN I LOVE ALL OF THEM SM?!? but also jiung + theo were kinda hard x__X hope i didn't do them too much injustice lol :p gn!!

[ravencincaide]

A caring gesture 

Summary: “Okay, imagine it's Valentine day, and somehow dazai forget it was today (yes this smartass actually forget about it). But you did him the most incredible surprise when he gets back”

Pairing: reader x Dazai

Requested by: @avocate-assia-dazai Thank you so much for participating in Raven's special and sending me this request.

Warnings: Light cursing, Dazai fluff.

Hope you enjoy~

Dazai hated abroad missions; leaving early in the morning and coming home sometime in the wee hours of the night.  His body ached, bruised and beaten while his mind remained foggy, the lack of sleep and the jetlag that came with being awake for over forty eight hours. 

Ahh if only sleep deprivation could grant him the sweet release of death, then Dazai would never utter another complaint. Or maybe precious relief from this plagued life would appear just as his body finally made contact with the all-too welcoming couch of the ADA- the perfect place to slack the remainder of his shift before he could bounce away to your apartment. Yes, just another two steps- one step and Dazai flung his body onto the familiar couch, salvaged its sweet fragrance, soft cushions, fluffy blanket and red velvet material– wait why was it red? 

Instantly Dazai was up on his feet. 

His eyes narrowed as he stared down at the thing which replaced his all too familiar resting spot. Not only was this couch larger and covered in red velvet covers but it was filled with several fluffy blankets in white and pink. The precious space held several heart shaped pillows and on the armrest was a card yet-to-be-placed inside its matching envelope. Happy Valentines Day it said on the front of it, Valentines- Dazai’s eyes widened in realization and frustration as he ran a bandaged hand over his face. Of course, how could he have forgotten? You were talking about it just before he left for the mission, making plans for- for today. Hearing the door to the ADA open Dazai rubbed tiredly at his eyes; the sound of your click clack shoes made a part of him want to hide while another part of him dreaded seeing you. Tiredness washed over him like pulsating headache- hurting him almost as much as the difficult conversation he was expecting to have with you. 

In his experience women did not handle missed valentines well. Surely you’d be no exception, 

“ Oh you’re back early ‘samu” you sounded almost awkward as you came closer and closer to him. Instead of wrapping your arms around him however you stopped a few paces away and let out a low disappointed sigh “ Damn and here I had hoped dinner would arrive before you got back” 

Your words made Dazai’s head snap up and turn to face you, only to see you holding a stack of paperwork in your hands. His paperwork. Which you carefully placed on the couch side table before taking a seat. 

The action made Dazai frown, unsure whether he was seeing the situation correctly. “ Belladonna?” he asked cautiously as he watched you sorting the papers, a concentrated frown on your lips. 

“ hmmm? Sorry, you’ll have to wait a little for dinner. BUT I think it will be here in an hour or so,do you wanna get some rest in the meantime?” he watched, the way you looked up and him a small reassuring smile before going back to the task at hand. 

Cautiously, like a wild animal Dazai inched closer before taking a seat beside you. Careful fingers trailed from your shoulder down your arm. His expression guarded “ It’s Valentine's day today” 

“ I know” you reply picking your next words carefully “ I also know you’ve just returned from abroad so I thought our grand plans could wait until the weekend when–” You didn’t get to finish your sentence as Dazai’s arms snaked around you before pulling you down with him into a lying position. Long legs intertwined with yours, face buried in the crook of your neck. His hold around you was tight, somehow more clingy than usual.

“ Thank you, Bella” Dazai whispered in a rare sign of vulnerable affection, “ Now stay like this while I sleep, I’ll make it up to you later.. please?” and all you could do was nod, not daring to shift in case you disturbed your already half-asleep lover. 

This was not how you two had planned to spend your Valentines together, but judging by Dazai’s actions he didn’t mind the change of plans too much. And neither did you. 

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[hwajin]

☆°. — doute | hhj

genre: smut, angst

pairing: hyunjin x chubby!fem!reader

wc: 2.2k

warnings: talk of insecurities, implied unprotected sex, implied cumming inside

req!

Perky hill beneath layers, Hyunjin entered the room to a view most pretty – he loved watching you when you thought to be alone, when body and mind were as though floating across the room carelessly, when you believed yourself to be in lonesome. A smile danced across his lips, one of adoration – you looked peaceful, and if he could, if he chose it he would stay watching you an eternity, in secrecy by the frame of the door.

You laid stomach down on the bed, a book propped on the pillow before you. Hyunjin knew your elbows were slightly sore by now, though you loved reading in said position there had never been a day where you haven’t complained about your elbows grazing against the mattress over time, how the material started to get rough beneath your skin, how it called for you to switch to your back, holding book uncomfortably above you. You always complained and never changed ways, and though Hyunjin had to be annoyed by it he never seemed to be. He loved seeing you quarrel, loved your lips pucker up beside the plush of your cheeks, your brows furrow in frustration. It had his mind in laps.

He came closer, quiet steps to not disturb you. Despite the warm temperatures you had draped over a light summer blanket, not as much as transparent silk, over your lower body – Hyunjin loved watching you when you thought to be alone, yet he couldn’t believe your self-consciousness expanded to moments even in lonesome.

Hyunjin would like to believe, would like to make others believe that the first time he had seen you, the first time he had laid eyes on you he had barely taken in your physical appearance, except the way you talked, alluring and soften words jumping off your lips like droplets of rain on a body of water, and your eyes that had looked at his so confidently until they haven’t been, until you’d converted them with a gaze shy, skin blushing. He liked to believe that said shyness, pretentious confidence, giddy nervousness hidden beneath, because you had committed later on that by then you had caught feelings already, and Hyunjin hadn’t been any better, that those things had been the only ones he remembered from first meeting you. From first talking, laughing, spending time with you.

But that would be a lie. The first time you had turned to face away from him, to grab something behind you, or to talk to the person that had entered the room, or for a reason Hyunjin couldn’t all too well remember, his eyes had found your bottom, for only two seconds before he’d noticed he was staring, yet noticing the way the material of your jeans hugged your body in a way that left him dizzy, that left the view of you from behind imprinted within him. Feeling dirty because his mind had started wandering, feeling guilty because after catching glimpse of your behind he had took notice of your body in its’ whole, couldn’t not. The way the materials of your cloths stretched over the expanse of you whenever you stretched, revealing curves barely visible behind shirt, revealing skin so plush it had gotten him blushing. Had only then noticed how your thighs grew in size whenever you sat which got his breath quickening, though noticing, too, how you’d been quick to hide them beneath jacket or sweater – having understood back then already that your body wasn’t a subject comfortable to you, having not understood back then, nor understanding now why, nevertheless. His mind had troubles reciprocating your very own view of yourself, one of frequent negativity, when his entire being feared to implode within each other if he as much as stole a glance of you. He thought you must be crazy for your body was a temple, in his eyes.

He reached you, plopping himself by the edge of the bed, hand on your covered bottom. You jumped in genuine surprise – whenever you read you were worlds away, and it amused Hyunjin anew and anew, making it oh so easy to dote at you, to tease at you. He chuckled at your reaction, making you blush in response – he loved seeing your skin darken at antics his very own; the more mundane the better, knowing it was him responsible for your fluster and shyness. He would never not find it adorable.

“Hi.”

A mumbled greeting before his lips met your temple, mouth pressing against skin and hand squeezing plush flesh – it was a gesture sweet though you jerked at it, hyperly aware of the placement of his hand.

It hasn’t been that long ago when you would have laughed at the idea of being so utterly comfortable with another person touching parts of your body you have deemed to be unworthy of outer attention. Would have laughed at the way Hyunjin would frequently obsesses over said parts, seemingly on purpose – whatever you’ve been most insecure, most conscious about he happened to love most, happened to be needing to touch and caress and dote on most often. Admittedly, his very loving had brought upon your comfort, so more often than not you were thankful.

Hyunjin also seemed to have never-ending knowledge of whenever you did, still, feel self-conscious. Though said times drastically decreased ever since with Hyunjin they yet didn’t cease to exist, much to your dismay – though, whenever Hyunjin sensed such moods, such lows, he was loving on you even harder than he normally was; so maybe your insecurities brought upon something good, after all.

Hyunjin’s lips made their way to your cheek, nearly nibbling at the skin until you protested in giggles, making him snicker and move towards your nape, mouth tracing wet patches across your body from behind. Teeth grazing ear – which you allowed this time around, sighing out at the feeling –, tongue darting out to lick up skin across shoulders, or neck, or upper back. You didn’t protest, let the feeling of his touch engulf you in most silken robes, in most quiet waters. He was determined yet slow, knowing his destination yet waiting to reach it, patient to arrive. Only after felt hours – it must have been two minutes, at best – Hyunjin lifted your shirt, exposing entire back, exposing the lack of a bra, exposing the shivers that had accustomed your body the moment he had touched you. Hyunjin’s lips found your skin as though they were destined to, kissing and tongue grazing against the expanse of it, biting down lovingly at the rolls created by the position you laid in. It alerted you, made you utterly aware of yourself, uncomfortably so – and then Hyunjin kept going, humming the further he went, wet kisses leaving shivering reminders of his love across your skin.

Then he draped the blanket off your lower body, hand finding bum anew, lips moving dangerously close towards it, and you whined out softly at attempted protest. Hyunjin stopped in his tracks, lips yet connected to your skin though eyes shooting up in hopes of finding yours, though you weren’t courageous enough to face him – knowing what he would say if you admitted to self-consciousness, predicting his reaction if you said the words. So you didn’t look at him, waited for him to break the silence.

“What is it?”

Words a whisper and you cringed at them – you hated explaining yourself, which Hyunjin knew yet never spared you; you knew it was for your best. Eyes finding his after all, utterly aware that his hand yet hasn’t left your derriere, nor would in near future – he was determined now more than ever, and a chunk of uncertainty disappeared altogether, merely at the way he looked at you; eyes boring into yours with an expression of thorough disbelief, as if your doubt was the strangest, most outer-wordly thing Hyunjin has ever heard. That alone, his genuine confusion, erased said doubt by ten-fold.

“Nothing, just a weird day. Feeling a bit… a little insecure, that’s it.”

Voice thin though Hyunjin heard you well enough, humming in response. Compassionate gaze holding yours, and you nearly broke apart beneath him, his touch.

“Can I keep going? Make you feel less… insecure, hm?”

Snickering from his side, a shy chuckle from yours, a nod, then. You hummed in agreement and Hyunjin’s lips were back to their antics, caressing the small of your back, biting at extra lush skin, second hand now finding your bottom, giving it a good squeeze before slender fingers hooked into the waistband of your underwear – you rarely wore shorts in summer –, watching as the flesh spilled out of the hem, overripe peach waiting to be devoured, voluptuous fruit hanging off on greenest tree. Though Hyunjin didn’t move further than that. Simply kept his fingers hooked in your panties, palms laying on softest flesh, lips wandering to kiss against the round of hips. His eyes were on you though you weren’t looking at him anymore, and it was clear what his intentions were – he wanted to get you impatient, wanted you to want him as much as he did this very moment. Wanted the need for him to overshadow any uncertainties that buzzed in your head in swarms of bees, wanted to take your mind off them by driving you to a point of desire, and lust. The same his own body was struck with the moment he had entered the room.

Hyunjin’s fingers unhooked themselves from your waistband again and caressed at your flesh instead, decreasing process from his plans before and you started squirming in his hold, impatiently. A dissatisfied whine leaving lips and you pushed back into him subtly, barely noticeable though it didn’t pass Hyunjin, a smile so knowing, so annoying on his face you’d want to smack it off if you only saw it. His hands groped a few more seconds before his lips accompanied them at your bottom, kissing plushest skin before biting down adoringly, eliciting a sigh from you, a hum from him. Fingers hooking into your waistband all anew, sliding off your underwear in one go, being left with the bare sight of you – thinking you must be wholly insane for letting doubt nestle within you for your body was the most beauteous thing Hyunjin had laid eyes upon.

Hushed curse spilling past his lips before his mouth latched against your skin again, teething at your bum, fingers caressing wettened slit, sensitive clit. Slowly, patiently, though you were so far from it yourself �� you were squirming, lower body raised to grant better access, back arching into every of Hyunjin’s touches, every of his prodding finger at your entrance, every of his juxta-positioned kiss against the round of your bottom, the following bite as though you were his very own meal, his own to devour.

It had taken a couple minutes and then some when Hyunjin felt he had you where he wanted – you were writhing around almost helplessly, nearly begging if repeating his name frantically counted as such. All inhibitions gone – you were pushing into him, into his touch, asking him to make you feel better, to get you there faster, to give you altogether more than he was giving you now. Another hushed curse from beneath his breath, and he slid his own pants down, exposing hardened erection, prodding it at your entrance, one big hand against the small of your back.

“Can I?”

Voice feverish, and you nodded, head shaking nearly violently that Hyunjin was worried, only for a second, though – you pushed back into him, wetness grazing against him, and his head lulled into his neck, lips catching between his teeth. Sliding into you in one movement, and it was salvation for the both of you. Salvation in every sense the word could mean, like the first bite of a peach so overripe that juices drip down chins at first teething. You grinded back at Hyunjin, doing all the work yourself, so lost in thought, in need and wanting that all your worries from moments before were gone, all insecurities as though wiped clean from the surfaces of your very mind. Grinding back against him in waves of your hips, the dip by the small of your back appearing and disappearing faster than Hyunjin could focus on, before it appeared again, lulling him into its seduction. Flesh so plush it bounced against his body, bum recoiling with every thrust you took against his hips, thighs against his ones, thick and eliciting sounds so sinful you would have grown embarrassed if you had the mind to care.

And Hyunjin nearly smiled down at you. Keeping his hips in place, letting you use him to your liking. Watching your flesh bounce back and forth with every of your movement, a sight favourite of his. Watching you lose yourself in the feeling of him, in the feeling of your closeness, in the feeling of your forgotten doubts, uncertainties; dick twitching within you knowing he drove you to a state of self-enjoyment, that it was due to him you were so eager, chasing your high, letting go of inhibitions. Due to him you whined out when he finally did move against you, meeting you halfway, when back only arched further at rewarding words, repetitions of the same phrase, the same words – “so pretty, so fucking pretty” – falling off his lips. It was due to him your thighs shuddered moments later, your body contracted against his, fell forward to lay lazily, tiredly against dampened mattress, his own following seconds after. If boosting your ego meant this, you would never grow tired of it.

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[steviewashere]

Walking To The Bright Lights In Sorrow

Rating: Teen and Up CW: Major Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Discussions of the Death Penalty, Eddie's Death Seen as a Suicide (I think that's the only way I can describe it) Tags: Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, (Except Vecna Dies, Too), Angst, Mild Comfort, Dead Eddie Munson, Grieving Steve Harrington, Ghost Eddie Munson, Moving On, Goodbyes, Love Confessions, Eddie Moving on To the After Life, Steve Harrington Has Nightmares, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington, Missed Opportunity, Promises Title from "Grace" by Jeff Buckley For @steddieangstyaugust Day 2 Prompt: Ghost(s)

🪦—————🪦 In the hollow of night, woken fresh from a nightmare, Steve started to have conversations with the dead air in his bedroom. It started as short, assuring affirmations in a scratchy sort of mumbling, something to calm him down. But now, it’s to somebody.

Eddie Munson.

He’s not wearing the green vest or the combat boots or the black bandanna. He’s not covered in blood and looking beyond Steve’s shoulder. No, Eddie’s clean and vivacious and in his usual everyday—the black leather jacket and the Hellfire Club t-shirt and dark blue, near black denim jeans. All that’s missing is the vest, but Eddie has turned him down every single time he’s offered it up.

The vest was clean, Steve made sure of that. Every patch in its place. All the buttons, the pins were stabbed through the material; just as Eddie left it. Just as Eddie gave it to him. And Steve knew, within half-conversations with Dustin, that battle vests really meant something. It was armor, a safety blanket, a flag, and a promise. To stay true to oneself.

But it seemed like Eddie didn’t need Steve’s help on that front. Because he swore, beyond everything, that Eddie was alive in his room. He was speaking and flailing and grinning. He was joking and laughing and holding himself casually. Sometimes, he swore that Eddie would reach out to him, like he was gearing up to brush back his hair or soothe a palm down his tense bicep or hold his trembling hand, but then he’d hesitate with some awful, sour sort of realization. He’d give up right then and there.

It happens again tonight.

It’s four in the morning. The sun not up yet. Early December, almost Christmas, and Steve is somehow sweating himself out of his clothes. He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, gripping to the mattress with his aching fingers, looking at the carpet below his bare feet. And he notices when Eddie joins him because he settles on the mattress, too. Makes the bed dip. His weight barely anything, but Steve has known how to gauge him months ago.

“The bats,” Eddie’s voice croaks. It’s not a pretty sound. Almost a rasp, something on the verge of…death, but Steve makes himself stave that thought off. His voice echoes, too. Like a whisper in a cathedral. Hauntingly close.

Steve nods his head in response. Whispers, “I couldn’t stop them from getting to you…again.”

Eddie hums beside him. “You couldn’t stop them in the first place, Steve,” he states, “they came for me when you weren’t there.”

“I should’ve been”—

“No,” Eddie’s quick to murmur, “no, Steve. It was my choice. Nothing would’ve changed my mind, I promise you that.” It’s the same thing he says every time Steve has the nightmare about the demobats. It’s the same dismissive murmur. It’s the same factual thing. Steve hates it, but won’t say that. Doesn’t think he really can.

There’s silence in the room now. Tense and rigid and thick. He wants to cut it with a knife or tear it apart with his bare hands, but can’t even lift his fingers away from the mattress, can’t even make them curl into his own palms.

The mattress shifts next to him. Eddie’s cold, fog-heavy, wind-like presence icy on Steve’s arm. It’s the closest thing to touching they can get. All he wants is to rest his head on Eddie’s shoulder, wants to smell his hair, wants to trace his fingers over the soft parts of his cheeks where those wounds are noticeably not present. Though, part of him is petrified of what happens if he does. A part of him wonders if it’ll be like in Hollywood—the ghosts touching their loved ones and then disappearing into a nothingness. A yearning, empty nothingness.

“I passed by Dustin’s before I came over here,” Eddie breathes into the space. That echo ever present, ever stomach curdling. “He was sound asleep. All curled up under his blanket. He was…there was this faint smile on his face and it’s probably the best thing I’ve seen since his head banging during our crazy, alter-dimension performance. I didn’t stop inside, though. Didn’t want to wake him.”

He swallows. Doesn’t know why Eddie’s telling him this. But he just responds low and careful, “He’s been keeping himself busy with Hellfire. Got a lot of responsibility now, y’know? I watched him do that master stuff or whatever…he’s got a talent for it, at least I think so.”

“Dustin was always going to be my pick for when I graduated,” Eddie says, a soft smile present in his voice. It soothes something racing in Steve’s veins, but he’s not ready to sleep, not ready to see Eddie’s face close behind the blackness in his eyelids. “I’ve heard a bit here and there of his campaigns. He…uh…he makes me an NPC a lot, doesn’t he?”

Steve sucks in a sharp breath. Murmurs, voice crackling, “He always saves you. Always, Eds. You always join the party members as a companion. Sometimes, you’re the only one still standing.” He finally lifts his gaze from the floor to look into Eddie’s eyes. His dark, yet cold and ghastly eyes. “I don’t think he can handle you dying again,” he admits, “I don’t think anybody can. Not even me.”

Eddie blinks at that. His mouth barely twitching into a frown before going neutral again. Lets out a soft, aching sigh. “The only thing I regret about dying is that all of you guys are so hung up on it,” he says, voice gone flat. Devoid.

Cold.

“Jesus Christ, Eds. That’s”—

“Brutal?” He finishes. “Yeah, Steve, I know. But it’s the truth.” His body shifts again, crouching to stand. And in the blink of an eye, Steve is looking up at Eddie, at him standing and hovering. Hands on his hips, gaze pointed out to the backyard, watching the curtains shiver from the small opening in the window. “I was going to be sentenced to the death penalty, you know that? They were going to ask for my last meal. Which I’d say the same thing I requested—Honeycombs, YooHoo, maybe some beer if they’d allow it. Then they were going to execute me. I think that’s more brutal, don’t you?”

And then he stares directly into Steve. Into. His gaze burns. Despite the icy edge to his irises. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe—he doesn’t need to do that anymore anyway.

A moment later, he looks away and continues, “I didn’t want that. I wanted to go out on my own accord. And I wanted it to mean something. It did, in the end, it ended up saving the world.

“I, Eddie Munson, former freak of Hawkins and three time senior—I was a hero at the end of the day. Even though you told me not to. I know what you told me. But sometimes you gotta bend the rules in order to make things right.”

“But, Eds…Eddie, the town still thinks”—

“Fuck what they think, Steve. I know what I am.” He moves at that. Crouching on the ground in front of Steve. Down on his knees. Face looking up to Steve’s sad gaze. His hands hover over Steve’s bare knees. “I know what I am,” he repeats, a murmur. “I don’t regret my death. I don’t regret what had to be done. I just hate that all of you always remember, you guys are constantly mourning. Over me? You’re mourning over me? We hardly knew each other!”

Steve sniffs. His lips wobble when he opens them to speak. There are tears sitting in his waterlines, hot and spiky and ready to spill. “I wanted to know you, Eds. I like when you’re here. I like dreaming about you because then we can talk and I can”—

“Baby,” Eddie coos sadly, “baby, this isn’t doing you any good.”

“It is!” Steve crows, “it is and now…now that you saw me tonight, I can go back to sleep and it’ll be fine.” He even scoots up the mattress, carefully, and situates himself under his blanket. “See? Cozy and warm. I’ll go to sleep and everything will be fine. I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

There’s a stunned, slow moment of silence. Eddie isn’t on the floor anymore, instead sitting on the edge of the mattress. All his movements hidden in between blinks, when Steve’s shifting and can’t see him. He can hear Eddie audibly swallow, hard enough that it sounds like he’s consuming rocks. But he doesn’t speak.

“Right?” Steve asks again, soft this time. So soft that it nearly gets lost on its way over the comforter. “I’ll see you tomorrow night. I’ve got a funny story to tell you and we can”—

“Steve,” Eddie finally breathes. He looks over. Dark eyes hauntingly crestfallen. Piercing Steve like the sharp end of that stupid syringe. It makes him ache in all the worst ways. Just on the cusp of a heart attack. Eddie’s right hand shifts from his lap, moving slow over the blanket, hovering on the left side of Steve’s face. Contemplating. “Steve, I want to go. I…I’ve seen all I need to. You’re the last one.”

“Eds,” he murmurs.

“I want to go home, sweetheart. I want to see my mom. I want…I want to be in my childhood home. I want to dance with her. I want to go. Please.” And with the faintest of touch, he swipes his cold, ghostly thumb under Steve’s eye, into his hairline, over the top of his ear. He doesn’t disappear, but Steve doesn’t even want to blink. “I’ll still be in here, when you want me,” he says, tapping at Steve’s temple. “But I can’t be in here anymore,” and he states that with a wide arm gesturing around the bedroom.

He blinks, finally. Tears spilling hot and fast over his cheeks. Lips trembling. Nose stuffed up and snotty. Eddie’s still not gone, not yet, at least. “Okay,” he squeaks. “I just…I think I”—

“I know,” Eddie whispers, “I know, baby. I feel the same way.” His touch gets heavier, firmer on Steve’s cheek. In slow motion, his legs begin to wisp away. Steve hates that he was right about this part. “I love you, too, Stevie. I’ve had so much fun with you all these nights. I just want to rest, too.”

Steve closes his eyes so he doesn’t have to see Eddie go, but he nods his head slow against his pillow. Sinking into the last bit of touch Eddie will ever give him. “Promise me something?”

“Anything,” Eddie breathes, voice far away.

“Save me a spot?”

His thumb presses hard into Steve’s cheek. There’s a smile to his voice again, “Always, Stevie.”

“Okay,” Steve sighs, relaxing into his mattress. “Goodnight, Eds.”

The only response is the faint brush of wind from the window.

It’s almost like a kiss.

🪦—————🪦

[blackdollette]

kinktober day 5.

10.09 - BLOOD PLAY | KAPPA!

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previous: 10.07 - KNIFE PLAY

female!reader x kappa

word count: 1.0k

contents: period sex, oral (f receiving), slight overstimulation, house invasion

the home invasion scene became the highlight of your relationship with kappa. he’d always appear whenever during the loneliest time of night and fuck you until sunrise. too bad your period had to roll around on the night of halloween, ruining any plans that you had for him.

you lay in your bed, wearing a dark red nightgown as you felt yourself drowning in a pool of your own blood. the excruciating pain inside of you was unbearable, but there was nothing you could do. you were sprawled over your blanket, listening to the sound of your clock ticking as each second passed.

there was a red glow outside, one that only reminded you of the blood that was rapidly coming out of your body. your gorey thoughts were interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. this was normal, except for the absence of your glass window breaking, which he’d stopped breaking once you made him pay for the repairs.

the footsteps grew louder as they neared your bedroom. your body was too weak to get yourself presentable for his visit, so you remained in your position and waited for him to get to you. your door swung open, the frame holding the silhouette of his heavily adorned figure. kappa walked over to you, seeing the state that you were in.

he walked right up to your bed, looking down at you in a condescending yet caring way. he firmly gripped your chin with a hand, forcing you to look up at him. he gently stroked your flushed cheek with his thumb. his motions were hypnotic, sending a wave of heat right to your core. you squirmed, sending that you wanted it just as much as he did.

he climbed on top of you, pushing your frame into the mattress as his own covered you, his lips finding your neck and peppering soft kisses all over it. his hand snaked down the soft, silky material of your nightgown, his fingers creeping underneath the bottom of the gown. your legs parted slightly, welcoming him in between them but you quickly closed them before all hell could break loose.

“i’m on my period…” you felt a little sheepish saying this, hating the fact that you had to turn him down because of something like this. he had sunken a little lower down, his head right above your stomach as he gazed up at you. “doesn’t bother me, sugar…” he pulled the dress up to your waist, starting to suck on your skin until he reached your thighs.

you opened your mouth to speak, but your protest was swallowed once he grabbed you and flipped you around so that your head was in the pillow and your hips were up in the air. your lacy panties were exposed, leaving you as a flustered mess. he slipped the fabric to the side, pulling out your tampon by its white string. “won’t be needing this anymore.” 

as much as you wanted to stop him from what you knew he was about to do, a feeling of desire had grown to an ungodly point inside your stomach. you felt blood rushing through your core. you tried your best to hold it in, but kappa shoved two fingers inside of you, causing you to scream out and coat his fingers with your blood.

“makin’ such a mess for me, sugar…” he pumped his fingers in and out of you at a torturing pace. you couldn't help but roll your hips into his touch, desperate for more movement. as much as you wanted to curse yourself for acting like such a whore at a time like this, the feeling of his fingers so deep inside of you eliminated every sensible thought from your mind.

kappa stared intently at the way your pussy glistened with your ruby-red blood. the sight was so alluring that he simply couldn’t help himself, connecting his lips with your throbbing bud. you whimpered into the pillow as he swirled his tongue all around your dripping wet folds. you could hear how wet you were, the mixture of your cum and blood turning into a slurry that melted onto his thirsty tongue.

his rhythm was perfect, the way he thrusted his fingers into you and how each pattern he drew with his tongue brought you closer to your climax. your back arched as you gripped the pillow from dear life, your tight pussy clenching around his fingers. he chuckled softly, “you’re crushing my fingers, doll… look how wet you are.” he cooed as your liquids dripped from his chin.

blood was running down your legs as you cried into the pillow. your legs were shaking as he used his tongue to fuck your sensitive little hole. he was completely infatuated with your taste, continuing even after you hit your climax. your body trembled as you grinded your cunt on his tongue, painting his face with your blood.

your noises, your taste, and the way you had submitted to him so easily were all it took for him to drench himself in his pants, palming himself with his free hand as his cock throbbed. you were a sobbing mess, your body quaked until he finally ceased the assault on your swollen cunt, stepping back to look at the mess he had made.

you turned your head to look back at him. the bottom half of his face dripped with blood, making it look like a whole crime scene. you panted as you regained your composure, trying to calm yourself down after realizing what you had just done. you were slightly worried that kappa would think you were disgusting after doing such a bold thing with you, but he scooped you up in his arms and started carrying you into the washroom. 

“let’s get you cleaned up, sugar. then i can stay with you for the night.” you and him were both covered in blood, but considering everything else you had ever done together, that was nothing out of the ordinary.

author's note: sorry this came out so late yall, im never using the schedule thing again :(( im planning on posting another bonus fic this week too. hope yall enjoyed this one!

[fandomsandfeminism]

Maybe it's just a lack of perspective thing, but when I see "blue state"* liberals making blanket statements about "red states"* and how how they are getting what they deserve etc etc for voting for Republicans, I'm just like.... why do you think Republicans being in power in these states is a bad thing?

(* caveat to remind people that there are no blue/red states. All states are politically blended and no president carries any state by even 70% and its an illusion made by first past the post winner take all elections.)

Like, who do you think is actually, tangibly, materially hurt by Ted Cruz?

Because if Ted Cruz contributes to voting down universal health care, or federal protections for trans people, or recognition for same sex marriage- that will not affect those of yall in "blue" states. Blue states with blue govenors and blue legislators will and have passed state laws and state protections at a state level for these things. Blue states will double down on abortion access and voting access and trans health care. They have! Trans people in California aren't impacted by any fucking nonsense that comes out if Ted Cruz's mouth except for the inherent psychic damage of hearing his voice.

It's those of us in "red" states, who can't rely on state protections, who suffer when federal protections fail. Who's access to health care is limited, who's protections from discrimination are stripped, who have abortions banned and birth control threatened, who have government officials threatening to make registries of trans people and chip away at voting access again and again and again. Greg Hot Wheels Pointy Boots Abbott is actively out to get us, and without federal protections, he can do what he wants.

(The maybe one big exception here is climate change actions, where lack of federal action is in fact bad for everyone. )

But for the most part, the people who are actually harmed by Republicans in power are the people who live in the states where they have power. It's the queer people and women and nonwhite folks in "red" states who are actually harmed.

So it is deeply stupid to decry those politicians AND then write off *all the people who are actually hurt by those politicians* as "deserving it."

(Yes, REGARDLESS of who they actually voted for. I can wax poetic all day about how damn gerrymandered and voter suppressed Texas is, but at the end of the day, my republican voting neighbors are hurt by this shit too, and I don't think they deserve it either.)