a tweet destroyed me so thoroughly I figured out how to do the backstory for the atticwife au oh my god. fuck. man. Fuck
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i see you liked the hurt/comfort Mal drabble I did :3
Mal is afraid of thunder storms and such because of the loud sounds and bright flashes reminding him of when he was dismantled by the programmer :,)
AU GH NO MY BOY :(((((((((
HDSJHDJSHD I WA N HOLD HIMB CLOSE AND KEEP HIM SAFE AND K ILL THE FUCKING PROGRAMMER ALL OVER AGAIN FOR WHAT HE DID TO MY POOR MAN :((((((((((((((
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a/n: i'm gonna start reposting my shit that i can salvage from ao3 and they're probably all going to be up in the next couple days, but i don't have the energy to tag rn. u have been warned ts is just going into my big vague ass tags before i get my shit together. anyway this one's that short asf asra one tho we're so back
the faint scent of cloves and cinnamon wafts in from the kitchen through the air behind you as you slink back into bed. sunlight peeks through the tiny holes in worn out curtains, casting soft shadows across your lover’s face.
getting comfortable under the sheets, you study asra’s relaxed features: long, pale lashes, smooth tanned skin, soft, plush lips that draw you in like a siren’s call.
the kiss is gentle enough that he sleeps through it, a picture of serenity. the soft huffs of asra’s breathing and the rise and fall of his chest are almost enough to lull you back to sleep, to forget once again about breakfast and the morning and the world outside your small room. until he shifts.
warm hands wrap around your waist, pulling you in. he’s still asleep as his legs sling over your hips, as if he moves on instinct alone. only when you’re pressed up against him, with your face buried in his chest as he clings to you, do you feel it.
your thigh is slick with wetness from the moment he touches it, settling himself comfortably in your embrace. gods, you can hear it, when he moves against you.
curiosity overtakes comfort, and you start to slide slowly down his figure, over his soft stomach and hips before you slip under the blanket and the last bit of light from behind the curtains is blotted out.
you don’t need the light as you shimmy your way between his legs. closing your eyes, you press a soft kiss to the inside of his thigh. as slowly as you can bear, you lick a wide stripe over his sex. above the blanket, you hear the steady breathing hitch.
rubbing a saliva-coated finger at his entrance, you discover he’s still loose from last night. as you press against his hole with your fingers, your tongue finds its mark over his clit. you jump when thighs squeeze around your head. he’s definitely awake now, but you can’t find it in yourself to be apologetic while you’re sucking on his clit and slipping another finger past his folds.
asra cums on your fingers surprisingly quick with a quiet gasp, grinding down on your face as he rides out his orgasm. as soon as his thighs release your head, you move to try and lick up the slick dripping out of him. but he’s quicker than you, yanking you up and over him by the chin into a kiss with those perfect soft lips.
“you want me this early?” he wonders breathlessly, with a grin tugging on the corners of his mouth. such a pretty mouth.
“i always want you.”
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honest to god having shawarma cravings so strong that i am seeing visions of wraps all around me like a starved man in the desert
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too disabled to do shit and yet not disabled enough to get accommodations. many such cases
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this picture this picture this picture this picture
https://instagram.com/stories/picsbyandri/3066241595741141382?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=
WHYYYYYYYYY
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lads can i ask for nice things in my inbox if you feel so inclined ;-; can be fics or pet pics or comfort videos literally anything <3 having a bit of a rough evening is all!
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sometimes a halo can be a dog collar
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