#tried to repot

[deadhoneybee]

My cactus is currently growing at an angle,, nothing helps,, last ditch effort is a yellow bouncy ball for morale.

[wilyserpentofeden]

I wish Crowley was real so I could ask him how to brutally murder all fungus gnats in houseplants forever and always permanently with no possibility of return ever in the history of the world if anyone has Crowley level plant knowledge please advise if there is a solution to be rid of them even more effective than re-potting, checking for root rot, and thoroughly washing the pots or killing each one directly with my bare hands bc these horrible bastards keep coming back somehow and I'm soooooo fucking mad about it!!! Leave my baby succulents ALONE. OR ELSE.

[littledragonkana]

So this is how it feels like to separate conjoined twins 🤔

[confines]

me and my cousin i'm barely on speaking terms with (but in a relatively casual way) repotted her deceased grandmother's pothos today. this was our first time actually properly repotting it bc last summer it was in such a fragile state and we were so scared to hurt it that we just lifted it out of its pot and placed it in a bigger one but this go round we basically dismantled it entirely. we got eight discrete plants and placed it into four different pots!! in nine months it went from the edge of death to that many plants and like ninety leaves altogether. so if you're bad with plants but still wanna fool with them, i guess you should get a pothos.

[trollrider1111]

Making ocs is an art that i think was lost on me, to do that i think you need to be able to figure out a life and in order to do THAT i need experience in making ocs. Dammit i gotta do this badly, scared and for the first time

[sweaters-and-vertigo]

i love these little side adventures. not everyone has the chance to experience this.

[steampoweredskeleton]

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Ignore

[garry-oak-pkmn-master]

Monstera update: it's decided it's gonna try another leaf again I guess ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

[canisalbus]

This has nothing to do with anything but I'm in the middle of a houseplant fixation and I'm having a lot of fun. I've always had indoor plants, sometimes more, sometimes less, but it's starting to feel like I might've finally figured out some of the more advanced stuff, like personalized substrate mixes, different pot types, fertilization, growth lights and humidity.

My plants are doing really well now! I've repotted a few, trimmed the ones that took damage during the winter (or got hit by a thrips infestation late last year) and propped the cuttings, and they're putting out roots! I've never tried propagating anything before, it's exciting times. I'm going to plant them soon, maybe later this week.

Every morning and every night I do a little routine plant tour, simultaneously marveling at them and endlessly worrying about whether they're happy and thriving or not. They're making so many big, shiny new leaves right now and it's driving me to the brink of tears.

Very stressful but also tremendously rewarding. Just felt like sharing, since I've been mostly inactive or focused on complaining about health woes lately.

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀(𝐑)𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑

summary: ever since dating sebek, it seems you have not just landed yourself a boyfriend but also a personal knight

pairings: sebek x gn! reader

warnings: just fluff

a/n: a small blurb to air my feelings for the croc while i wait for my wrists to get better, so i can tackle bigger projects; i wanted to make this a hc-style post but i think i unlearned how to do that

twisted wonderland masterlist

Sebek is your knight in shining armour and, well, he definitely gives the job his utmost dedication. In terms of priorities, you’re right up there with Malleus, Lilia and Silver. Not that he’d ever -willingly- tell you that out loud, but it’s pretty obvious to everyone with eyes.

In terms of gentlemanliness, he brings out the big guns. True to textbook and the teachings of Lilia and Baur, Sebek will carry your bag(s) or textbooks without accepting much protest. He’s a personal guard for the great Malleus-sama, a weight as little as this is trivial to him! It’s best to just accept his service with a smile and a thanks.

The same goes for him holding doors open for you or protecting your head with his hand when you bend down to pick something up. While Sebek usually takes some time to read the room or grasp the context of a conversation at hand, he is very attentive when it comes to you. Not only does he take note of your preferences, he also makes sure you don’t forget or neglect to eat and drink enough. Given his training as a knight, he’s well acquainted with a healthy diet and keeps an eye on if you meet the recommended nutrient intake too. And Seven help the person who has the gall to actually disrespect you, Sebek will raise hell, his weapon and his volume if that’s what it takes to defend you.

By spending enough time with you, he also memorises your routines, almost without actually intending to. Sebek also listens to you intently, taking some matters more seriously than you even, and checks in on you throughout the day, especially when you told him about certain appointments. When it comes to any changes in your mental health, he might not pick up on it as fast as on any physical injuries, but you bet he is just as protective about it. His attempts to cheer you up might be a little clumsy, but they’re so genuine it already makes you feel better just through his effort alone. If he could physically fight your doubts and insecurities, you can bet that he would without hesitation.

At the end of the day, Sebek would try to help you with nearly everything to the best of his abilities, even if what you’re asking of him is outside of his strengths. You want to wear your hair a certain way? He has never tried to do anyone’s hair before but he will try to recreate the tutorial you have shown him, even if his fingers shake. Sure, he has never repotted a plant or taken care of one for longer periods of time, but just tell him what to do and he will follow your instructions. With his earnestness and determination to learn and his drive to help you, his attempts turn out at least decent in the majority of cases. Just don’t tease him when he doesn’t get it quite right the first time around.

For Sebek, his behaviour goes without saying. He’s your partner, of course he wants to support you in any way he can and to consider your welfare and feelings in what he does. Anything else would be ludicrous and inexcusable for someone of his standing. If you, however, show him any kind of affection in return for his attentiveness, he becomes utterly bashful. Tell him how much you appreciate his help or give him a grateful kiss on the cheek and watch him turn beet red as he stutters through his next sentence. In the literal heat of the moment, Sebek might blurt out something nonsensical but please know that your endorsement means everything to him and warms his heart. It may also boost his ego juuuuuust a smidge~

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[ms-snape]

Hello, can you just write severu x reader? Some angst but fluff at the end? She’s try several times makes first move but he is just Severus. He won’t realize until she stop with trying to get to him. Thank you.

Title: Too Late?

Warning: Angst

Words Count: 3000+

Masterlist

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Professor Y/N L/N loved the quiet, the calm of the Hogwarts greenhouse. The smell of damp earth and the soft rustle of leaves were her comfort. It was a sanctuary, a place where she could lose herself in the careful tending of magical plants, and a place where she could allow her thoughts to wander — especially to him.

Severus Snape.

She didn’t quite know when it had happened, or how it had grown so deeply rooted in her heart, but somewhere between the late-night faculty meetings, the shared glances in the staff room, and the way his voice lingered just a bit longer than necessary when addressing her, Y/N had found herself hopelessly in love with him.

It was ridiculous, really. She, the soft-spoken Herbology professor, with her love for nature and her quiet kindness, had fallen for the cold, brooding Potions Master. He was a man of sharp words, dark eyes, and a demeanor so cold it could freeze the very air around him. His silences spoke volumes, and his gaze could pierce you, if you weren’t careful.

Yet despite the distance, despite his icy exterior, she had tried. Tried, again and again, to show him that she was different. That she could be something more. That she cared. But he didn't seem to notice.... Or at least pretended not to....

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It was a Tuesday morning, and Y/N was working diligently in the greenhouse, tending to the mandrakes. The plants had been quite active lately, and their cries were always a challenge. She hummed softly as she carefully repotted one of the mandrakes, the soft clink of her trowel against the ceramic pot soothing in the otherwise quiet room.

She hadn’t heard him approach.

"Professor L/N," came his voice, low and familiar.

Y/N’s heart stuttered. She straightened quickly, wiping her hands on her apron, trying to hide the flutter of nervousness in her chest.

"Professor Snape," she said, smiling a little too brightly. "I didn’t hear you come in. How can I help you?"

His black robes swished around him as he stepped into the greenhouse, his eyes narrowing slightly as they scanned the plants. His gaze flicked over the mandrakes, the fanged geraniums, the bubotubers. He was a master of his craft, of course, but the world of Herbology wasn’t one he usually paid attention to. Y/N couldn’t help but feel a rush of warmth when he stood so close.

"I’m just inspecting your work," he said, his tone sharp but not unkind. "You’ve been… diligent."

She nodded eagerly, pleased by his praise, though she wasn’t sure if it was meant as one. "I’m always happy to share what I know, Professor Snape. Perhaps I could show you some of the more—"

"No need." His voice was clipped, dismissive. "You are doing fine. Just make sure the plants don’t become too… unruly."

She bit her lip, her smile faltering, but she kept her voice steady. "Of course. I’ll keep an eye on them. Would you like to join me for a cup of tea after your rounds? I’ve been experimenting with a new blend of chamomile and valerian root. It’s quite calming."

The words hung in the air between them like a delicate thread, fragile and vulnerable.

Severus Snape didn’t respond immediately. His eyes flicked over her face, as if searching for something in her expression. His lips were thin, his brow furrowed slightly.

"I do not have time for tea, miss Y/L/N." His tone softened, but it was still cold. "I suggest you spend more time with your plants than offering tea to your colleagues."

She blinked, feeling a pang of hurt pierce her chest, though she quickly masked it with a polite nod. "Of course. I understand. Maybe some other time, then."

He didn’t say anything more. He simply turned and walked away, his black robes sweeping behind him like a shadow.

Y/N stood in the middle of the greenhouse, staring after him, her heart sinking. It had been the same every time.

A week had passed since that encounter in the greenhouse. The morning had been busy with classes, and now Y/N found herself in the staff room, going through some notes and preparing for the afternoon lesson. It was always the same. She would prepare, she would smile, and yet the reactions from Severus were always cold.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the door opened, and Severus stepped into the room. His black eyes flickered over her, but he didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. They both knew why he was here — the weekly staff meeting was starting soon.

Y/N straightened and greeted him with a polite smile, as always. "Good afternoon, Severu. How was your morning?"

He gave her a curt nod. "Uneventful."

The silence stretched between them, thick and uncomfortable. Y/N had tried to fill it once with a conversation about a rare plant she had recently discovered, but he had barely acknowledged it. His eyes were always distant, always elsewhere.

She didn’t know why she kept trying. Why she kept hoping that one day, he might see her. That he might realize that she wasn’t just another colleague, another face in the crowd. She didn’t know why she thought her kindness might be enough to break through the fortress he’d built around himself.

But despite it all, she kept trying.

As the staff meeting started, she sat across from him, her attention on the various discussions about upcoming events, but her thoughts were elsewhere — on him. Always on him. His sharp profile, the way his fingers drummed on the armrest of his chair, the occasional glance in her direction.

She could feel his eyes on her at times, though she couldn’t be sure if it was just her imagination. She didn’t have the courage to look up and meet his gaze, but she always felt the weight of it, a silent pressure.

A few days later, after another failed attempt to make him notice her — a carefully chosen compliment, a smile, a lingering look — Y/N had had enough. She had poured her heart into her attempts, trying to show him that she wasn’t like the others. That she could understand him, if only he would let her. But he wouldn’t.

He wouldn’t let anyone in.

It was a quiet night in the castle, and Y/N found herself walking through the hallways toward her quarters. She had spent the entire day in the greenhouse, putting in extra hours, hoping to take her mind off the frustration of the past few weeks.

The door to her room creaked as she entered, and the warmth of the fire that crackled in the hearth greeted her. She closed the door softly behind her, leaning against it for a moment, her heart heavy.

She had tried. She had been so kind, so patient, so open. But Severus would never look at her the way she had hoped.

Tears stung her eyes, though she didn’t let them fall. She wiped her face quickly, determined not to let the hurt consume her. She wasn’t going to chase someone who couldn’t even acknowledge her efforts.

No more trying.

The next day, Y/N was different. She kept to herself more than usual, focusing entirely on her work, her plants, the students. She had stopped making any attempt to speak with Severus, stopped offering him tea or trying to catch his eye.

And it didn’t take long for Severus to notice.

He wasn’t sure when it started. At first, he thought it was a fleeting thing, just another mood, another oddity in her usual demeanor. But when the days stretched into a week, and he saw her pulling away from him more and more, it began to gnaw at him.

He didn’t understand it.

Why did her absence bother him so much? Why did the sight of her avoiding him, walking past him without so much as a glance, make something in his chest tighten in a way he couldn’t explain?

He found himself watching her from afar, noting the way she no longer lingered in the staff room, no longer made small talk, no longer gave him those tentative smiles. The warmth that had always seemed to radiate from her was gone.

It bothered him more than he cared to admit.

Severus sat alone in his office late one night, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows across the stone walls. His mind was racing, and for once, the calm, measured pace of his thoughts seemed to have been interrupted by something… something unexpected.

Y/N.

Her absence.

Why did it matter? Why did it hurt?

He had spent years perfecting the art of indifference, of never allowing himself to feel anything that could be used against him. And yet, here he was, unable to focus, unable to keep his mind from wandering back to her.

The way her eyes sparkled when she spoke about her plants. The soft way she laughed. The way she cared for things. For him, in ways he couldn’t understand.

It was then, in the quiet solitude of his office, that Severus Snape realized something that terrified him.

He missed her.

And he had no idea how to fix it.

Severus Snape sat in his darkened office, staring into the flickering flames of the hearth, his mind a turbulent sea. The realization that he had been ignoring Y/N’s feelings — that he had pushed her away in his usual cold, dismissive manner — had only just hit him, and the weight of it was suffocating. He had been too absorbed in his own self-imposed isolation, too locked away in his fortress of bitterness and skepticism, to notice what had been so painfully clear to everyone else.

Y/N was gone.

Her warmth had disappeared from the corridors, from the staff room, from the greenhouse. And the coldness in his heart, which he had always managed to keep at bay, now gnawed at him like a hungry animal.

But he didn’t know how to fix it.

The door to his office creaked open, and Severus was momentarily startled from his thoughts. He raised his eyes, expecting to see the usual ghostly figure of one of the students needing a late-night potion or a missing assignment. Instead, it was Minerva McGonagall, her stern features softened by concern.

"Severus," she said, her tone unusually gentle, "I thought I might find you here."

"Minerva," he replied with a slight nod, though his voice was edged with weariness. "I trust there's a reason for this unannounced visit?"

Minerva didn’t immediately respond. She stepped inside and closed the door behind her, her movements deliberate, and her gaze sharp as always. She had been his colleague for years, and over that time, she had come to understand him more than most. But there was something different about her today, something perceptive in the way her eyes followed his every movement, as if weighing something heavy.

"I need to speak with you, Severus," she said, her voice quieter now. "And I believe you need to hear me out."

Severus tilted his head, his interest piqued. "I’m listening."

Minerva took a deep breath before sitting down opposite him. Her hands folded neatly in her lap as she began, carefully choosing her words.

"I've noticed the way things have been between you and Y/N lately," she started, her gaze steady but soft. "And I’m sure you’ve noticed, too. She’s been… distant not only to you but to everyone."

Severus stiffened, his chest tightening. "I hadn’t noticed," he replied, though even to his own ears, the words sounded hollow. He had noticed of course. How could he not? The absence of her smile, the quiet that surrounded her every time they crossed paths — it was impossible to ignore. He had simply been too afraid to confront it.

Minerva’s gaze softened with an almost imperceptible sigh. "Of course you noticed, Severus. But I don’t think you understand why she’s been avoiding you."

He frowned, his brows knitting together. "She has her reasons, no doubt. But if it’s something about my behavior, then it’s none of your concern."

Minerva leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping to a quieter, more direct tone. "Maybe not but it is your concern, Severus. Y/N has been avoiding you because she’s finally given up. She cares about you more than you realize — more than you’ve ever given her credit for. She’s been trying to show you that for months."

Severus recoiled slightly, as if struck. "What are you talking about?"

Minerva’s eyes softened, though there was an unmistakable firmness to her words. "Y/N is not the kind of person to wear her heart on her sleeve. But she’s a kind woman, a generous soul, and she’s been trying, in her own quiet way, to get your attention. She’s been patient, thoughtful, and kind, always offering you small gestures — a smile, an invitation, a word of encouragement — things she knew you needed, even if you didn’t ask for them. But you never noticed. You’ve always been so consumed by your own… distance, your own walls, that you failed to see how much she cared for you."

Severus felt something twist inside of him, sharp and painful. He thought of all the times he had dismissed her, all the times he had pushed her away. The little moments, the fleeting glances, the kindness she had shown him without asking for anything in return. The realization hit him like a jolt of electricity — he had been blind. Completely blind.

"She’s given up, Severus," Minerva continued, her voice full of quiet understanding. "She’s stopped trying. And that… that is what you’re feeling now. The absence of something you took for granted. But you need to realize something — it’s not too late. If you want her to stay, if you want her to know how much you care… then you need to show her. You need to show her before she walks away completely."

Her words hung in the air between them, heavy and undeniable. Severus’s mind was whirling, and his stomach churned with regret. He couldn’t let her go. Not like this. Not when he was finally starting to understand the depth of his own feelings.

Minerva stood up and placed a hand on his shoulder, her touch surprisingly gentle. "Don’t waste any more time, Severus. I’ve seen the way you look at her when you think no one’s watching. You’re not as good at hiding it as you think. She deserves to know how you feel. If you don’t tell her now, you may never get the chance again."

Severus nodded, his face grim but determined. He had no more excuses. He needed to act.

It was late in the evening when Severus finally made his way to the greenhouse. He had spent hours pacing his office, turning Minerva’s words over in his mind, until he had worked up the courage to do what he should have done weeks ago.

Y/N was there, as always, amidst the plants that seemed to bloom brighter in her presence. She was kneeling beside a potted plant, carefully tending to its roots, her back turned to the door.

For a moment, Severus hesitated. His heart was pounding in his chest, and for the first time in a long while, he felt vulnerable. His pride had kept him distant for so long, but now, standing in front of her, it felt like he had nothing left but the raw truth of his feelings.

"Professor L/N," he said, his voice low but steady.

Y/N’s head snapped up in surprise. She looked at him for a long moment, her face unreadable. "Professor Snape," she replied quietly, her voice just as cold as it had been the past few weeks. "I wasn’t expecting you."

He swallowed hard, forcing himself to step closer, the sound of his boots on the stone floor loud in the silence. "I owe you an apology, Y/N."

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she stood, brushing her hands on her apron. "You owe me nothing, Professor."

Severus shook his head, the words rushing out before he could stop them. "No. I do owe you something. I’ve been… blind. I’ve ignored you, pushed you away, and I’ve been foolish. I’ve taken your kindness for granted and never once thought to reciprocate it. I never realized how much you… how much you meant to me." He paused, swallowing against the tightness in his throat. "You were trying, weren’t you? Trying to tell me how you felt, trying to show me you cared. And I—"

Y/N’s expression softened, though there was still a hint of sadness in her eyes. "Severus, you don’t have to do this," she said quietly, her voice trembling slightly. "It’s too late."

"No," he said, his voice more insistent now. "It’s not too late. I was a fool, and I’m sorry. I don’t expect forgiveness, but I can’t stand the thought of you walking away because I didn’t see what was right in front of me. Please. I—"

Y/N took a step closer, her eyes searching his face, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, Severus saw something in her eyes that wasn’t guarded. Something warm. Vulnerable.

"You don’t have to apologize," she said, her voice soft but steady. "I didn’t think you’d ever see me like that. I gave up, Severus. I thought you didn’t want me around."

Severus reached out, his hand hovering just in front of her as if afraid to touch her. "I was wrong. I was so wrong."

For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The only sound in the greenhouse was the soft rustling of leaves, the distant hum of magic in the air. Then, with a gentle but firm motion, Severus reached out and took her hand in his. His heart raced, and for the first time, he allowed himself to be vulnerable — to let her see what had been hidden behind the icy walls he had built for so long.

Y/N’s gaze softened, and she squeezed his hand, her lips parting slightly as if to speak, but instead, she just looked at him — with warmth, with understanding.

And for once, Severus didn’t feel alone.

[coffeeghoulie]

aeon sends swiss a photo of their hand (with the finger tape on) wrapped around their dick and swiss nearly passes out send tweet

had too many thoughts about this and made it a 2k fic. I’m not sorry.

contains blowjobs, a facial, aeon being a Menace, Swiss being Down Bad, and Mountain ever "suffering" for his horny packmates.

tagging @belle--ofthebrawl for a completed wip wednesday fic.

divider by @wrathofrats <3

He’s expecting a text from Rain, something about uniform fittings and practices and the sort, so when Swiss’s phone buzzes in his back pocket, he wipes the dirt from his fingers on the apron he’s loaned from Mountain and picks it up without question.

It’s not Rain.

Instead, Swiss feels his throat catch just at the tiny thumbnail of the attached image.

Insect: got something for you for when you’re done with mount <3

Swiss swallows hard, heat blooming at the base of his spine from just the suggestion. Eyes locked onto the high contrast of black against skin. He’s rooted to the spot just like the young tomato plants he’s been helping Mountain repot.

��I- Mount, something came up,” Swiss says, not taking his eyes away from his phone screen. He hasn’t even opened the message yet, just staring at the notification on his lockscreen. “’M sorry to bail-”

The earth ghoul chuckles. Swiss jolts, turns to face him. There’s a knowing smirk written across his face, tail swishing good-naturedly behind him. “I can handle the rest of them,” he laughs. “Go on, then.”

“Thanks,” he says, all of the blood in his body rushing southward as he starts to leave, yelping as Mountain’s tail playfully smacks his ass as he goes. Grumbling lightheartedly, Swiss turns and rushes out of the greenhouse and back towards the Abbey.

Along the way, he realizes he should probably at least open Aeon’s message and not just leave them on delivered. Figure out what exactly he’s rushing into. Because while the thumbnail of the image gave him a pretty fucking good idea, he knows it pales to the full glory of the whole image.

He tucks himself into an alcove in the hall leading to the ghoul wing, turns the brightness on his phone down enough he’s not going to give himself away. Unlocks his phone and opens their message.

“Fuck,” he groans, bringing his hand up to his mouth to muffle the sound. His cock throbs hard against his zipper, pressure growing and fast, and he sinks his fangs into the meat of his palm.

Aeon’s got their hand curled around their cock, hard and ruddy against the pale lavender skin of their fingers. The black tape they wear during Rituals is wrapped around the first knuckle of their ring and pointer finger, the contrast sharp and severe. The tape catches the light from the flash of their phone the exact same way that the pearl of precum bubbling from their tip does. He notices his own bedspread under the creamy skin of their thighs, mouth watering at the thought of sinking his teeth into the delicate skin there.

Swiss swallows hard. He locks his phone after pressing the little star at the bottom of the screen. “Fucking- Lucifer, buggy,” he mumbles to himself, running a hand over his locs and pushing them from his face. “Trying to give me a fucking heart attack, I swear to Satan-”

He tries desperately to compose himself; while this may be a church of sin, there’s still something that feels a little crass about walking around with a boner visible from space. Smooths his hands down the front of his shirt, shuts his eyes and takes a breath. Though, above all else, Swiss does not want to keep his buggy waiting.

He doesn’t run the rest of the way to the ghoul wing but it is a very close thing. Dew greets him groggily from where he’s sprawled out on top of Aether, the pair napping on the common room couch, but Swiss can barely hear him over the sound of the blood rushing in his ears. He says hello, doesn’t even look over as he rushes down the hallway. Of course the door he wants is at the very end of the hall, and he growls a little under his breath at the slightest frustration.

The door is unlocked. The scent and sight of what’s waiting for him inside his own room both hit him at once like running straight into a brick wall.

Aeon’s laid out on his bed, wearing nothing but that black tape and the little silver earrings they always have in. One hand wrapped around their cock, painfully hard by the looks of it, the other tucked under their head. The rich scent of ozone and sweet blackberry hits him too, projecting smug arousal with pure force. The others must be able to smell it-

Aeon is his. They sent that picture to him. Swiss growls at the thought of the others seeing this.

Aeon turns languidly to take him in. “You sure got here fast,” they tease, giving themself a lazy stroke that they both know gives them no real pleasure. Too loose, all for show. “Thought you were helping Mounty in the greenhouse today?”

Swiss opens his mouth to throw their teasing tone right back at them, but finds himself unable to do much more than stammer. “He- He was just finishin’ up, bug.”

They raise an eyebrow in a near perfect arch, a laugh that sounds like a scoff ringing through Swiss’s skull. “Okay then, whatever you say, big guy,” they laugh. “I see you liked your gift.”

Swiss takes two steps towards the bed, their scent just getting stronger with every inch closer he gets to Aeon. “Liked it?” he says, swallowing hard as his mouth waters. Aeon squeezes around the base of their cock, another drip of precum spilling over the flare of their tip. Their eyes flutter for just a moment, teeth digging into their bottom lip and Swiss feels his cock kick, still trapped behind two layers of ever tightening fabric. “Buggy, baby, I don’t know if you know just how crazy you make me.”

“I know,” Aeon says, mismatched eyes bright even dilated dark with lust like this. Swiss wonders how long they’d been going before they decided to take a picture. ‘Believe me, I know. Could smell you the moment you walked into the den.”

Swiss groans, knees buckling. He makes it the rest of the way to the edge of the bed. His fingers twitch with the urge to reach out and caress the miles of smooth, lavender splotched skin on display. But he waits, meeting Aeon’s eyes.

“I’m yours, bug,” he says, flashing a boyish smile that Aeon eagerly returns. “Anything you want of me. Name it and it’s yours.”

Aeon runs the hand not loosely holding their dick through their hair, pushing their white forelock back. A little furrow forms in their brow, lips pursed in a pantomime of deep thought. Swiss and Aeon both know better though. Aeon wants, and Aeon hasn’t been shy about what they want for a very long time.

“I want your mouth on me,” they say, letting skinny thighs fall open, and they laugh as Swiss swallows, saliva flooding his mouth.

Swiss just smiles after he manages to compose himself some. “As my darling mate requests,” he says, finally allowing himself to reach forward and touch. The skin of Aeon’s thighs is soft and pale, and the flesh dimples as Swiss tightens his grip and pulls.

Aeon yelps, breaking into startled laughter as Swiss manhandles them how he’d like. Their ass just barely rests on the edge of the bed, and Swiss holds their legs open as he sinks fluidly to his knees. He doesn’t break eye contact the entire time.

Swiss sets one thigh and then the other over his shoulders, leans in to rub his cheek against their inner thigh. Aeon’s breath hitches, cock twitching as his stubble catches. “Smell so good, buggy,” he purrs, turning to nip at that spot until a dark bruise starts to bloom. Were he feeling a little more possessive, that bruise would have been a ring of toothmarks, a perfect print. But he’s content with this, scentdrunk after only a few moments.

Aeon, however, is not content. They huff, sitting up a little. Spindly fingers run through his braids. The edges of the tape, still a little tacky, catch a little on his hair. His attention flies back up to their face. “’M sure I taste better,” they say, guiding him to where they need him.

Swiss is happy to oblige. “Feed it to me, baby,” he says, letting his mouth fall open.

Aeon groans like they’ve been punched in the gut. Swiss’s cock throbs hard in time with his hammering pulse. He ignores it as Aeon wraps a hand around their shaft, so close that Swiss can almost taste them already.

They meet eyes as Aeon rests their tip on the flat of Swiss’s tongue. Pushes in until his nose presses against the sparse patch of hair between their thighs. He gags a little as the tip nestles into his throat, but he swallows around it just to draw another sweet noise from his mate’s lips.

“Fuck yes,” they groan, head lolling back as their fingers tighten in his hair. He swallows again, watching Aeon’s expression morph from mild impatience to sheer pleasure. “Love your fucking mouth.”

Swiss smiles the best he can with a mouthful of cock. He’s had a lot of practice doing so. His hands come up, worming their way under Aeon’s ass until he can get two good handfuls of fat and flesh.

He wants Aeon deeper. Needs them closer, needs them inside him so far that they tangle into one ghoul. He pushes their hips closer even though his lips are already sealed around the root of their cock, their balls pressed taut and tight against his chin. Precum drips straight down his throat as their dick twitches, and Swiss moans at the sensation, vibrating along sensitive skin.

Aeon’s fingers flex and tense in his hair, blunted claws scratching lightly at his scalp. Their hips buck, fucking their cock just the tiniest bit deeper down his throat until they physically can’t go any farther. “Lucifer, Swiss, baby,” they groan, a babbling mess. “Needed you so bad,” they admit. “Was gonna just get off but I wanted you.”

Swiss wants to respond with words, with “You have me” or “I’m here” or just “I love you,” but he’s admittedly too selfish to pull off of their cock to actually say them. He breathes deep through his nose, just getting drunker on their scent, and swallows again, keeping his eyes on theirs. Tears run down his cheeks as he fights what little gag reflex he has left.

It doesn’t take much longer, Aeon already so worked up from teasing themself for Lucifer knows how long. Their fingers tighten in Swiss’s hair almost to the point of real pain. He lets them pull him off of their dick, coughing a couple times. His chin is sopping wet with drool, their cock just as shiny with spit and pre.

“Baby?” he rasps, looking for anything in their expression. Worry seeps into his scent.

Aeon sits up, one hand still tight in Swiss’s braids, holding him in place. Their other flies to their spit-slick dick, jerking it furiously. “You- fuck- you mark me all the time, makin’ me yours and shit,” they huff, narrow chest heaving as they pant. “My turn.”

Aeon growls, and a bolt of pure heat shoots straight to Swiss’s neglected dick. It twitches hard, and he’s suddenly worried he’s about to cum just from having his throat fucked. But he can’t look away from their hand flying on their cock, eyes crossing as he tries to follow a single piece of tape. It’s a blur of motion against ruddy skin.

“Gonna fucking paint you,” Aeon groans. Swiss can see the way their balls draw up against their body. Without being told, he opens his mouth, lolls out his tongue. Doesn’t even look at their perfect cock or their perfect hands. Locks his eyes to theirs.

“Give it to me,” he whispers, soft and gentle like he hadn’t just been deepthroating them. “Cum f’r me, buggy.”

Aeon’s mouth falls open in a silent cry, eyes squeezing shut. Their body tenses, and relaxes, and tenses again. Swiss doesn’t flinch as the first rope of cum hits him, splatters thick and fire ghoul-hot between his eyes and over the bridge of his nose. The next one hits his cheek, the third catching in his eyebrow and starting to drip down.

Aeon’s hand never stops working their cock, and they find their voice with a low, panting moan. Their chest heaves as they aim their dick lower yet, and the next pulse stripes right over Swiss’s lips and tongue.

He moans as they paint him with their taste, rich and salty and bitter and perfect. He relaxes even as it pulls at the deathgrip Aeon has on his hair. He doesn’t swallow, not yet, holds himself there with the evidence of Aeon’s pleasure painted all over his face. Just stares up at his mate and watches them work through their long overdue orgasm.

When Aeon finally comes down, they ease their grip on Swiss’s hair. “Fuck, baby,” they laugh, still a little breathless. “Look so good covered in me.”

Swiss chuffs happily. Every sense is reduced to just Aeon, their taste, touch, scent, the sight and sound of them burnt into his brain. “Feelin’ good, baby?” he asks, fingers smoothing down the backs of their thighs. His voice sounds completely shot to his own ears. At least he doesn’t have to sing anytime soon. “This what you wanted when you sent me that picture?”

Aeon throws their head back and laughs, and Swiss wouldn’t trade this for anything. “This was better than anything I could have wanted.”

“You know I aim to please,” he says, some of his normal confidence seeping back into his tone.

“You always do,” Aeon shrugs. They reach down for Swiss’s hands, helping him up off of his knees. If Swiss struggles to get up for a moment, neither of them mention it. Aeon arranges him laying next to them, eyes still locked onto the mess they’d made of him. “Now, baby. Let me return the favor.”

[ultimate-chickennougat]

| Your Salaryman Husband | (Vol 1)

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Salaryman!Kento x Housewife!Reader;

Nanami puts on an apron to help his cute little housewife prepare dinner.

Word Count: 1k

CW: SFW, domestic fluff, fem!reader, newly married Nanami and Y/n,

A/n: First time writing for Kento... thanks for reading!

Your dear husband Kento Nanami was not one to come home late. Ever. 

Even though it had only been about two months since your marriage, the daily routine had already been set, and you couldn't imagine that happening in a decade, let alone on the next day. 

Of course that wouldn't be true in his past profession, as a Jujutsu Sorcerer, but he was back being a salaryman, never going to extra meetings or taking on any more jobs than his work contract required him to. Hence he rushed home, avoiding that dreaded overtime that the younger company members fought for. Even then it took a lot out of him.

Mr. Kento Nanami was a diligent worker from 9 o'clock in the morning to 5 o'clock in the afternoon. A senior manager at an investment company, his pure skill and dedication was the only way he could get that position. He never tried to do anything more than what he had to, which was providing customers with the best investment services he could. And you, the new Mrs. Nanami was his lovely housewife, always there to greet him when he got home. It was always the most comforting thought he had, while listening to the executives drone on about profits, and training the newcomers eager to reap those rewards as well. But then again, that is why he was in that business too, right? 

As per usual, he quickly packed up his things and headed to the elevator right after the hour hand hit 5 on his watch. Ideally he would be home in the next thirty minutes, far more eager than his other coworkers. A promotion was not awaiting him since his marriage, but that wasn’t a concern. He had enough saved up for an early retirement anyway, and, more importantly, one would take away from his precious time with you.

While his heart beat was steady, walking to the train station as he did everyday, yours was much more rampant.

Rushing around the kitchen, you hurriedly washed and cut vegetables, meat, and ground spices as fast as you could. Dinner was expected to be served at about 6:00 pm that night, and afterward would be a relaxing evening with your husband, who would be done for the week. While the daily routine was solidified, the speed of your cooking was not. Especially when your carefully laid out schedule of repotting the plants, cleaning the bathrooms, and doing laundry took a bit too long for each one. It was already 5:15, and you had just popped the tarts into the oven. 

Today's dinner consisted of a thick stew, crusty white bread, and miniature fruit tarts for dessert. With some preparations the day before, it was a plan that should have taken about two hours, most of which would be idle cooking time. That of course, did not happen. 

Your usual greeting of your husband at the door was foiled for the first time. He opened the door promptly at 5:33 PM, about the same time as every day, yet for once you weren't there.

Setting his briefcase down and removing his jacket, he walked through the living room into the kitchen, hearing your not-so-subtle whines of frustration, the scent of sweet fruit and grilled meat filling the air.

Married life is full of firsts, many of which were known to you and Nanami alike. Your first kiss being married, your first date being married, among other things. But what he didn't expect to focus on were the little ones he saw everyday. The first time you screwed up your daily routine, of course, and the first time he got to see you cooking his dinner in your cute little apron.

You quickly turned around hearing Nanami enter the kitchen. "Kento..!" you muttered, knife in hand chopping vegetables with great fervor. He chuckled softly, your knuckles had turned white from the grip, and carrots rolled off the cutting board.

He strolled over to the cabinet, pulling out a simple white apron, not before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek from behind you. "I see you've been quite busy today, my love," he put the apron over his head and tied it in the back, before turning towards your work.

His knees dug into your thighs, as he reached around your body and grabbed the knife from your hand. "How about I finish this for you?" he asked, already starting to chop away. "Aren't you tired from work? You can go sit down, darling," you tried to move away from him, though he gripped your stomach lightly with his other arm, pausing his work. "It's not tiring at all, standing here with you, my cute wife."

He put his head on top of yours, enjoying your warmth and the scent of food cooking, what you've been toiling away with for the past few hours. “I might not be as good of a cook as you, my love, but I think my knife skills are decent enough.” He continued, making quick work of the pile of vegetables. "Darling, the tarts are burning," you gently pushed him away, rushing over to the oven and pulling them out.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there to greet you. I'll make sure to be there tomorrow." you spoke softly, lifting the tarts onto the cooling rack. "I was wondering where my wife's face was. I see you've had quite the predicament in here," Nanami scraped all the vegetables in the pot, and covered it with water as instructed. It would still be about half an hour until done, being finished only 15 minutes late thanks to his help. 

Nanami stared deeply as you joined him in the living room. Your fingers carefully undid the tie of your apron, as you started to take it off. "Have I ever told you how good you look in that?" He mentioned, standing up off the couch. You yelped, as he helped to pull it off your head. "...Thank you, darling. You look very dashing in one as well." You muttered, a subtle blush coating your cheeks. 

"I look forward to seeing you wear it tomorrow, my love." He chuckled as he sat down at the dining table, ready for the dinner you prepared together.

[a-araiguma-a]

When a Boy Falls in Love

No one in particular, just a boy from Hogwarts.

Summary: When a man pretends to be in love, he tries to be cheerful, gallant, and attentive. But if he is truly in love, he resembles a sheep.

At Hogwarts, among ancient castles, spells, and magical creatures, there was one such boy. He was in his fifth year and had already mastered many complex spells. Yet, no spell could help him in one tricky situation — when he realized he had fallen in love.

He first noticed her during Potions class. Her hair was always slightly tousled, and she often bit her lip when she was deep in thought. With each lesson, he noticed her more and more, until one day, he realized that his heart started beating faster whenever she was near.

At first, he tried to hide his feelings. Whenever she appeared, he tried to seem cheerful and carefree. But soon, it turned into a real comedy of errors. During one Potions class, when the professor asked the students to brew a complex potion, he decided to help her.

"Hi!" he tried to speak calmly, but his voice trembled slightly. "Need help with... um... weighing the ingredients?"

"Thanks," she replied with a smile. "That’s kind of you."

He nodded and began helping, but his hands betrayed him by shaking. As he weighed the powdered mandrake root, his hand slipped, and most of the powder spilled straight into the cauldron.

"Oops!" he exclaimed, trying to fix the situation. But instead, he only stirred the potion more, causing it to hiss and bubble violently.

"Oh no, be careful!" she stepped back, but her voice remained kind.

"Sorry," he mumbled, feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment.

After that incident, he resolved to be more careful. But every time he was near her, something went wrong. During one meal in the Great Hall, he decided to sit next to her. He spent a long time trying to find the right words to start a conversation, but when he finally gathered his thoughts and opened his mouth, what came out was:

"Do you... do you like... uh... do you like owls?"

She looked at him in surprise. "Owls? Well, yeah, they’re cute," she replied, laughing. "And you?"

He blushed even more and felt embarrassed, wondering how that sentence had slipped out of his mouth.

Sometimes he tried to be gallant, like in the novels he secretly read. Once, when they were heading to Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he decided to open the door for her but awkwardly got stuck in the doorway, and the door almost slammed shut on his fingers.

"Are you okay?" she asked, barely suppressing a laugh.

"Yeah, yeah, all good," he replied, quickly pulling his hand away and pretending nothing had happened.

This went on for weeks. He stuttered, tripped, dropped his textbooks, and even once knocked over an ornate vase in the corridor while trying to catch a parchment that had accidentally slipped from her hand.

Throughout all of this, she looked at him with warmth and understanding, though she couldn’t help but smile at times. She saw how hard he was trying, and she even found it endearing, though she didn’t show it immediately.

During a Herbology lesson, they were working together in the greenhouse, repotting mandrakes. He decided to take the initiative and help her dig up the plant.

"I’ll help you with this," he said, bending over the pot.

But as soon as he picked up the trowel, his hand shook, and the soil from the pot spilled all over her. Her robe and hair were covered in clumps of earth.

"Oh, sorry!" he rushed to brush the dirt off her shoulders.

At first, she stood there, surprised, but then she burst into laughter. "It’s okay! It’s just dirt."

However, he continued to apologize throughout the lesson, blushing every time their eyes met.

Another time, they decided to prepare for exams together in the library. He wanted to impress her with his knowledge, but instead, everything went awry.

When she asked him about a spell, he started explaining, but he got tangled up in the terminology and accidentally said the wrong spell out loud. As a result, his quill suddenly shot into the air, scattering ink all over the library.

She tried to suppress her laughter as ink splattered onto her nose.

"Oh, sorry, sorry!" he quickly pulled out his wand and tried to fix it. But now, the ink ended up not only on her but also on the nearby books.

One day after class, they decided to take a walk through the Forbidden Forest to get some fresh air. He, gathering his courage, offered to hold her hand so she wouldn’t trip over the tree roots. But instead, he tripped himself and nearly fell, struggling to keep his balance.

"Oh!" he exclaimed as he almost toppled onto her.

She caught his hand and, laughing, said, "Looks like you’re the one who needs help, not me."

They both laughed, and she held his hand tighter, now supporting him.

Despite all his mistakes and awkwardness, he gradually realized that she liked his sincerity. She didn’t laugh at him, but with him, supported him in difficult moments, and never scolded him for his mistakes. And every time he did something wrong, her warm smile helped him regain his confidence.

One day, after class, he gathered all his courage and approached her.

Feeling his voice tremble again, he said, "I... I need to tell you something."

She stopped and looked at him, tilting her head slightly.

"I... I’ve wanted to say this for a while..." He took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts. "I like you. A lot."

She paused for a moment, and then her face lit up with a warm smile.

"I like you too," she said softly.

His heart leaped when she stepped closer and gently kissed him on the cheek. It was a light, almost imperceptible kiss, but to him, it meant the world.

"Maybe we can go to the next Quidditch practice together?" she suggested, smiling.

"Yes, of course!" he replied, his face breaking into a wide grin.

Now, as they walked through the corridors of Hogwarts together, he no longer felt awkward. He no longer stumbled or stuttered. Everything had fallen into place.

[om-nom-snom]

[Domestic Chores]

Rika x Reader, Leon x Reader, Steven x Reader

Rika <3

Rika is very on top of household chores, despite her relaxed nature

We all have that one chore we hate having to do around the house, however, even esteemed members of the elite four

Rika hates washing the dishes

Honestly, she'd be happy to eat exclusively off paper plates

You bet that every time it's her turn to wash up she insists on you keeping her company

"You can't leave your ol' pal to suffer through this alone..."

"You're my girlfriend Rika, not my pal-"

Rika is not above picking you up and setting you down on the counter beside her

She tries to kiss you until you have push her away and remind her to clean

Absolutely puts on some quiet music and insists you tell her about your day

And, naturally, she blows soap bubbles at you if you get distracted or silent

Expect plenty of dishwash bubble fights with her around

If there's anything that makes washing up fun for Rika, it's having you around

Leon <3

Leon is a domestic king

Real husband material right there

Unfortunately, there's one chore he can't be trusted to do alone

Grocery shopping

After multiple failed attempts in the past, it became a mutual agreement that grocery shopping would be a joint outing

He tries to make it like a mini weekly date, though

Buys you both drinks beforehand, coffee or bubble tea are Leons go-to choices

As you go through the store Leon is often in charge of the shopping list

He does always keep a hand on the trolley as you steer it, and him, through the store

"Oh, we forgot onions, I'll run back and grab them! ...Stop giving me that look."

He has good intentions but as soon as he's out of your sight it'll be hours before you find him again

Exactly why he needs to either hold you or the trolley

Leon is also definitely the type to slip extra goodies into the shopping when you aren't looking, usually things he knows you like

Steven <3

Steven has never had any issues staying on top of chores, when he is home

Having a regular cleaner that comes in a couple times a month certainly helps with that

Though, something he insists on caring for himself are the houseplants

What started as an off hand joke Wallace made has now turned into a new hobby for Steven

He does include you in it too, from shopping to repotting to watering

After his extensive houseplant research he'll point out and id any plant he sees

"Look at that one! Most people would think it's a monstera but it's actually a pothos, did you know they can have fenestrated leaves too?"

He gets you both matching Pokémon watering cans too

Steven has a wailmer one and he got you a load one

Before he goes on trips he entrusts you with plants care, too

Steven asks how they are when you two call, and when he gets back you can expect a very sweet 'thank you' kiss from the champion

[se-sissy-lina04]

Sissy’s Masterlist

The plant battalion

Zee gets so many plants. And she names every single one of them after a clone.

It starts innocently enough. A little potted snake plant. Quiet. Resilient. Doesn’t die when neglected for a week.

Zee: “You’re a survivor. You shall be called… Cody.”

🌿 The Collection Grows…

Before long, her apartment starts to resemble a small jungle. Every available surface—windowsills, corners, shelves, bathroom sink—is colonized by greenery.

And every plant has a handwritten name tag.

🪴 Clone-Plant Pairings (as chosen by Zee):

Fox – Zamioculcas zamiifolia (ZZ plant):

—> Tough, survives anything, thrives in the dark, looks like he’s brooding even when he’s photosynthesizing.

Cody – Sansevieria (Snake plant):

—>Stubborn, upright, impossible to kill, always judging you silently from a corner.

Kix – Aloe Vera:

—>Heals your wounds, kind of spiky, and always standing by in the kitchen “just in case.”

Fives – Pothos:

—>Fast-growing, impossible to contain, climbs absolutely everything. Also kind of dramatic when thirsty.

Tup – Fern:

—>Sensitive, a little moody, but flourishing under the right care. Gets misted daily with love.

Hardcase – Spider Plant:

—>Shoots off babies constantly. Zee is sure it’s planning to take over her desk.

Wolffe – Cactus:

—>Spiky. Dangerous. Looks mad. Still thriving in the corner. Zee swears it likes when she talks to it.

Thorn – Red Aglaonema:

—>Has a slight red tint. Somehow always looks like it’s standing at attention.

Jesse – Calathea:

—>Gorgeous. Fussy. Demands filtered water and indirect light or he throws a fit.

Dogma – Succulent in a geometric pot:

—>Uptight, symmetrical, and always perfectly aligned on her windowsill.

Tech – Orchid:

—>Complicated. High-maintenance. Extremely intelligent. Occasionally blooms like a god.

🪴 The Boys Find Out

They were going to tease her—until they realize how much she cares for each plant.

Zee: “I repotted Rex today. He’s doing so well. Look at those roots!”

Fox, squinting: “…What do you mean you repotted Rex?”

Zee: “Not human Rex. Plant Rex.”

Jesse: “I’m not fussy.”

Kix: “You cried when your hair gel ran out.”

Jesse: “It had aloe.”

🧪 Bonus Shenanigans:

Tech takes it personally when his orchid drops a bloom.

“Clearly I am not being misted correctly.”

Zee: “…You’re not even the plant, Tech.”

Fives tries to swing his pothos vine from her curtain rod.

Zee kicks him out of the plant room for a week.

Wolffe: “If my cactus dies, we riot.”

Zee: “I talk to it every morning, commander.”

Wolffe: “Good. Keep doing it.”