#I feel like we're going to get it soon though

[074calicocat]

FAMILY ؛ ଓ

cw: Nothing! I was feeling very sentimental (it's my damn period) so I wrote fluff for once. everyone is talking about husband Leon with his kids so now I want to talk about him too.

notes: non dead dove fic for once everyone clap. also I chose Amaya as the baby's name because that's my dream baby name for a girl. I would say the baby's around three months since that's when my parents took me to get my first family photos.

“How’s my baby doing, hmm? Better than your mommy, I hope.”

You scoff as Leon checks your baby girl Amaya through the rear view mirror, her cheerful gurgles filling the car upon hearing her daddy’s voice. Look at her, your precious girl. Grinning ear-to-ear while in her Sunday best: a pink dress with a matching bow atop her head.

At least someone was happy here.

Not you, though. No one likes to be stuck in traffic when you had a family photo shoot scheduled at JCPenney fifteen minutes from now.

"I'm just saying we're probably going to be late," you pointed out. "We're going to be late and it's going to take forever to get another appointment. Did you know I booked this photo shoot before Amaya was born? The next opening won't be until her kindergarten graduation!"

And of course you were spiraling again. A common trait among all new mothers, it seemed.

"My love," he starts. Voice smooth yet firm. "Calm down." You feel his free hand slide onto your thigh and give it a reassuring squeeze, meeting your anxious gaze with his own relaxed look. "It's okay if we're late, alright? Don't stress. It's not good for you."

And it's a good thing traffic had rendered everyone on the road still because it gave him the perfect opportunity to lean over and give you a fat kiss on the cheek, feeling him smiling into your skin. It earns a laugh from you and you tilt your head to capture his lips into another kiss, your hand coming to cup his cheek and feel the stubble of his freshly trimmed beard.

You mumbled, "I love you," into his mouth and could feel him grinning again. Could practically see the dorky look on his face even with your eyes closed. Not to mention your daughter was happily babbling in the background, making the moment so much sweeter knowing you really were a family.

The only reason you pulled away so soon was when you heard a loud beep! and Leon was pulling away faster than he ever pulled out of you. Like some mediocre Youtube prank, the road finally cleared up once you wanted to have a moment. You were lurched back into the seat as he hit the gas, finally making his way to the mall where JCPenny is.

"Well, damn." Leon snorts as he makes a turn, his hand back on your thigh as he zips down the road. "That guy behind must've been...what do you say? A hater? Yes, a bald-headed bitchy hater."

You're all laughing again and even Amaya joins in, seeing her squeal from your visor.

"But I'm right," he continues. "He's just jealous we're young and in love."

"Young?" you tease. "I don't know, I don't have grey in my hair. Unlike someone here.”

“Alright, that’s a low blow,” he huffs. Leon pulls into the mall’s parking lot and by some miracle, you still have five minutes to spare. Looks like you're getting those photos after all. “You like the grey, though. Always saying it makes me look sexy when I go down-”

“There’s a parking spot right there!”

[transboyswitchytales]

Busy Woman

part 1, part 2

Governor Claire DeBella (Alpha) x Student Fem Reader (Omega)

Sugar Mama Claire DeBella is having a hard time away from her bonded mate.

SMUT WARNING (MDNI) 18+

My Masterlist

Alpha/Omega/ Mommy kink/ Power kink/ Sugar Mama/ SMUT / Possesive kink / Jealousy Kink / G!P / Scenting Kink / Licking / Knotting/ Cum Kink

(Glass Onion Fandom)

But if you need my love My clothes are off, I'm comin' over to your place

You can’t believe how long your day was, but you got home after a horrible day of finals. Homework and papers were making you exhausted. Keys jingled as you opened your apartment. Kicking off your white Converse and throwing your backpack. B-lining it straight to bed. You felt nauseous and had a body ache. You shivered, sweat dripping down your neck. As soon as you hit the mattress, you fell asleep.

By the time you woke up, it was dark out, and you grumbled, pulling the blanket over your shoulders. The room smelled like you and something sickeningly sweet. Not like your heat, though. Something more floral and wet?

There was an irritating sound, and you tried to block it out and go back to sleep. But it just kept going. Realizing it was, in fact, your phone. The ringtone that sang out was the one you’d picked for Claire. You hear ‘ Call me Karizma’ sing Nails. 

Push me, shove me

I don't wanna have no gushy loving

Make it hot till your makeup's coming off your face but

Baby you aren't looking ugly, yeah

Hit me, punch me

Give me more, baby, this is nothing

Feel the sweat on your forehead soaking all of your bed

When we're fucking

I feel your nails in my back

Punish me for my past

Like how you're making it last

If you're gonna hurt me, hurt me

Your hands quickly fumbled under your comforter as the ringtone restarted again. You felt under the pillow until finally you found the vibrating phone. 

You swiped up, eyes blearily opening. You don’t say anything and lick your lips, trying to clear your sore throat. 

“Baby? Are you there? Are you ok?”

“Hmmmm?” You say confused. 

“Baby? You didn’t text me when you got home. I kept messaging you. I’ve called you so many times. I’ve been worried sick!”

“Mommy?” You rubbed your eyes. 

“Baby, I was so scared. I tracked your phone to see if you were home. I was ready to call a wellness check on you. It’s been hours!” Her voice sounds like she’s been through it. 

You look at your window again, seeing it was indeed nighttime. 

“Oh my god, what time is it?” Your voice cracks. 

“9:30, I’m in the car en route to you,” Claire says, and you hear her snap at the driver, telling him to take a left, she tells him it’s faster. 

“Wha?” You say sleepy and feeling groggy.

“Baby, you never answered me, and I dropped everything. I’ll be there in less than ten. Are you alright?” 

“Claire, you can’t come.” You say, and you hear the Governor snort. 

“I took a different car, no one is going to see me get into your building. It’ll be fine, let me worry about that.” She says like you are being silly.

“No, Claire, I’m serious, you can’t come here-”

“Why? Is someone there?” The sound is so broken and cold from her throat.

You are momentarily taken aback and you don’t answer, and you hear Claire growl deep. Something so animalistic it sounds like she’s got rabies.

“Answer me now Omega, do you have someone there? Is that what you are doing while I’m away? Is that why you didn’t pick up the phone? Someone’s fucking you? Someone’s touching you instead of your alpha? You are mated h-” Her voice sounds murderous and your body responds to it. 

“Oh my god, no! Absolutely not! Claire, I think I’m sick. My throat hurts, and I’m nauseous. I don’t want to get you sick.” You say, and you listen for Claire’s mind to release the idea of you cheating on her. 

“When did you start feeling sick?” She says, and her voice isn’t steady like it usually is when she talks to you. You hear her snap at the driver to cut through the parking lot, she couldn’t wait anymore. 

“I don’t know, I think this morning. But honestly, this whole week it’s been coming on. I went to class, but I hurt everywhere.” You say, closing your eyes, pulling the blanket up closer. For once, it feels rough against your skin. And another cold shiver wracks through your body. 

Your teeth chatter, and you regret the action because Claire hears it. 

“Baby, I’m gonna be there soon. I’ll stay on the phone with you, close your eyes. I’ll be there before you know it.”

“But I don’t wanna get you sick.” You say, and your voice cracks again, and Claire is having road rage on the other end. You hear her yelling at someone not turning right in a right-hand lane. 

“My love, I am not worried about that. I’m worried about you. Now close your eyes.” The governor instructs you, and you sink back onto the pillow and put the phone on speaker. Closing your eyes and falling asleep quickly. 

When you wake up, Claire is in your apartment. She’d used her key you figured. You are curled against her body. Her fancy cream dress she’d worn to work, is still on. But her heels are kicked off by the door. You shiver again, and she pulls you against her body. 

“Yes,” she says, and you realize she’s on the phone. Your head hurts so bad. You wince at her annoyed tone. The good news is you can smell her and that helps your mind at least.

“No, she’s waking up, and I’m going to take her temperature…. Lionel shut up. You can send me a bill…yeah I can afford it you fucking dick.” She says, and she pushes you back into the blankets, and your body is shaking. She looks conflicted about leaving you to go to your bathroom. 

But Claire’s worry wins out, going to the small white bathroom, she opens drawers to find a first aid kit. 

“Lionel I’m trying to find a thermometer keep your fucking hipster pants on….No, I’m ready to take her to the hospital…… She’s delirious.. No, I’m not being dramatic..I’ve been in her apartment for two hours and she keeps drifting out of consciousness and talking in her sleep..” 

Claire says, and you move your hand to grab your phone, and you unlock it. The iPhone’s screen is too bright, but you blink and see sure enough, two hours have gone by. The picture of a naked Claire is your lockscreen. You move the phone to the side table, and you swing your legs over the bed.  You feel yourself falling forward, and Claire moves with lightning speed, dropping your first aid kit on your bathroom floor. 

Her body moves to block you from plumetting forward. She grabs you and pushes you back so you lay on the bed. Feet dangling off the side. 

“Claire?” You say, and it’s whiny in your throat. 

“Hold on, my love.” Claire moves back to the bathroom and comes back with her phone and first aid kit. She puts Lionel on speaker, and you hear the scientist. 

“Is your friend mated?” He says and you can hear that he doesn’t believe whatever bullshit story Claire told him.

“Yes, she’s got a mate. What am I doing, Lionel?”

Claire thrusts the thermometer into your mouth. Her cold hands are pressed your forehead. 

“Claire I’m not gonna say shit. Is this your mate? Because her symptoms are in line with bond sick. If she’s been away from you for too long, this can happen. It’s not super common but if you guys have a pretty..” he coughs “frequent amount of sex, and she’s under a lot of stress…this can happen. Especially if the alpha is away too long.. They used to say it only worked on ‘true mates’…I don’t know how much of that you believe but…If she’s this sick?” He trails off thinking about science. Before Claire shouts at him again, not caring about true mates or science right now. 

“Lionel what the fuck do I do? Tell me how to fix it.” The Governor hisses at her friend. Guilt is coming off of her pheromones in waves. You put your hand weakly up, and she grabs it. 

“You can’t leave her-“

“Why the fuck would I leave my mate like this?” She growls at the other alpha. The scientist, to his credit, doesn’t growl back. Claire takes out your thermometer to read it. 

“Claire, let me finish, you can’t leave her in clothes. Her body temperature is probably fluctuating, and her pheromones can’t keep up. You gotta get her in the bathtub. Lower her body temp. If it was me..and this was my mate. I’d get in there with her.” 

Claire works quick, zipping the side of her dress and throwing it across the room. She moves and pulls down your pants. You try to stop her, your teeth still chattering. 

“Too cold-”

“My sweet girl I need to get you into the bathtub. Be good for me a little longer. I promise I’ll never let this happen ever again.” She says, and the strength in her voice makes your heart ache. 

“Cold water or hot, Lionel?” Claire says, and she pulls your boxers down. She hauls you to your feet and makes quick work of your wet sweatshirt. It’s sticking to your sweaty body. 

“Luke warm, is she on heat suppressants?”

“Why do you need to know this, Lionel?” Claire grits out, not wanting to talk about it with him. The voice makes a cracking noise from the speaker. 

“I’m gonna remind you, you called me. If she’s on a heat suppressant or birth control, that can make her really sick. Mixed with bond sick these fuck up her body’s ability to fight it.” Lionel says as clinically and precisely as he can. 

“She’s on both,” Claire says, and your body feels so achy and sticky. Worse than any heat you’d had. Claire wraps her strong arm around your shoulder, and you both walk naked across to your bathroom. 

“Claire it’s ok- I can call someone. You have so much work-“ you say deliriously.

“I’m not going anywhere, and no one is coming in here.” Claire’s alpha voice comes out.

“Yeah, it’s a really bad idea for anyone to walk in. Does your mate have roommates? Because you will be in an alpha standoff. It won’t be pretty. Like to the death…”

“No roommates,” Claire answers and feels so protective over you. She sits your naked butt on the toilet. Moving to start the water and make the temp luke warm. 

“What else, Lionel?” 

“She’s not…pregnant, right? I mean..birth control and suppressants aren’t 100%.” It sounds more condescending than he meant it to. 

“No, she’s not,” Claire growls through the phone. 

“Are you-“

“Yes I am absolutely sure. I’d smell her and know. She’s my mate. She’s my omega I’d fucking know if she was carrying my pup. The room smells different, though.” Claire snaps, and Lionel shuts up on the idea of you being pregnant. 

“Could you smell it from outside? Like almost floral-ie?”

“Yes.”

“You locked the door, right? Because if it’s a sweet scent, some Alphas will go into a frenzy.” Lionel said, and you watched Claire’s body look menacing now.

“I bought my mate four different padlocks and they’re all locked. I checked the windows, even. Also, I have a gun in my purse. No one’s getting in this apartment. No one is touching my mate.” She informs him, and you hear him gulp.

“You are one tough alpha Governor.” He says seriously, and she isn’t fazed. 

“Ok, what else do I need besides the bath?”

“Um.. don’t make me say it…” He says sounding unamused. 

“Lionel, I'll tell ‘you know who’ about that thing on your laptop. The secret file.” She threatens, and he’s quick to answer.

“Fuck her. Jesus, Claire, you don’t need to threaten me. Fuck her, your body is her best medicine.”

“But if I take her off birth control,” Claire says delicately, and you are relieved she doesn’t just take the bait and knock you up even in her angry, possessive state. You knew Claire would love you pregnant but you’d said not before you gradnauted and she was respecting that.  

“She won’t be pregnant while she’s bond sick. Her body isn’t responding like it should. So you can..finish inside or whatever. Scenting will help too. Just any bodily fluids are good. Ok, can I go now? I don’t wanna talk about this with you anymore.” Lionel sounds like a child in this moment. 

“Is there anything else I need to know?”

“Keep checking her vitals and make sure she has fluids. You can text me whenever. But don’t tell me any sex details. I really don’t want to know.” 

“Thank you, Lionel, I owe you. You can collect whenever.”

That was terrifying, you thought absently.

“I plan on it!” He hung up. 

Claire is strong enough to lift you, and you both end up in the bathtub. You are shivering and shaking like a leaf. The water isn’t super warm and it isn’t helping as you sweat. Claire is making it so you are straddling her lap. Your arms wrap around her shoulders and you realize how sweaty you are now. 

Trying to move out of your girlfriends embrace.

“No, no sweetheart. Stay with me honey.” Claire coo’s and then she does something you weren’t expecting. She lets her long tongue go flat and she licks the scar on your shoulder where she claimed you. Then she keeps licking your sweaty neck like she’s a jungle cat cleaning you. Your heart rate picks up at the feeling of her tongue against your sticky skin. 

It’s working though, your mind doesn’t feel so foggy. 

“Don’t stop. Oh god I must taste so gross though, and I’m getting you all sweaty-” You whimper and Claire takes a moment of solace in knowing it’s working. Before she pulls back to talk to you. 

“You always taste good. Don’t worry my love. I’m going to put my cock inside of you, ok?” Claire asked and it sounds so sweet when she says it. Like she was telling you she’s giving you some cough syrup for your flu. 

“I am so not cute right now, I don’t know why-” You shudder and her manicured nails move down to your cunt. You are embaressed by how much slick is there. You shake against her and your head falls back. 

“You are my mate, always so adorable. I always desire you. There’s never a moment I don’t want to be inside of you. It’s gonna help ok?”

Claire tried to be gentle with you. But the truth was the second she’d smelled you from the taxi she’d been hard as a fucking rock. Feeling the need to use your holes. 

“Inside, please alpha god.” You murmur and for the first time you realize how her cock is pressed against you and it was hot against your skin. Claire moves with practiced ease, she can tell that you don’t need any foreplay. You are swollen and wet as hell. But Claire doesn’t let her instincts take over. She only inserts half of her dick and you both moan in tandem. 

“More, god more please.” Your pussy clenches against Claire’s hot cock inside of you. 

“Slow-”

“No, it’s been too long. Please go inside. I need you so badly. I’ve missed you so much Mama please use me.”

Claire’s body responds without her say. Her thick cock pushes all the way in and you cry out in relief. Your pussy fluttering against her, skin on skin, your eyes fall close. Claire doesn’t move to fuck you, she wraps her arms around your wet body. The two of you sway to a beat that isn’t auditory. Bodys as close as possible, breasts against breasts. You inhale into her neck smelling her expensive perfume, clean shampoo, and something so signature Claire. Calming pheramones are pushed around the room, and you can’t tell who started them. 

You stay in the tub for a really long time. You’re not sure how long. But when you wake up you are dry and dressed. In a very expensive long mercedies town car. 

You blink and realized that your entire comforter is wrapped around your body and someone is in your blanket burito with you. Blinking you see Claire is staring off to the side. She’s got dark circles under her eyes.  

“Claire what’s happening?”

“I’m taking you home baby.”

“I thought we were home? We were at my apartment how’d we get here?” You said confused and panic started to come to the surface. You look over to see a bunch of boxes and your three suitcases. Claire packed your shit. Your school bookbag was on the top. 

“No gorgeous, I’m taking you home, to our home.” Claire’s arms are strong and tight against you but you pull back enough to look into her sad blue eyes.

“Claire?”

“We can talk more inside, we’re almost at the townhouse. I packed everything I thought you’d need. Tomorrow you’re going to end your lease-”

“Claire!” You were awake now. You saw her gulp but she looked so tired.

“I will contact movers for the rest of your things in the morning-”

“Claire!” You snap unable to believe her right now. She was being such a paranoid alpha.

“We’re coming out in a press conference in two days. I already emailed my team-”

“You are being such an asshole right now! You can’t just make these decisions! That’s such a toxic alpha thing to do Claire! Come on we talked about this!” You tried to push off of her chest but she grabbed your wrist hard, harder than she ever had before. You saw Claire’s teeth bare, knowing the alpha in her wanted to growl at you and pin you. Remind you of your place. Which was ridiculous, that’s not who Claire was! But Claire cleared her throat instead. 

“Baby-”

“Don’t Baby me-” You snapped and Claire lost her composure now. She pulled you tightly against her and she let you have it. 

“You didn’t hold your unconscious lover against your body in the bath for four hours. So until you’ve experienced what I just saw you don’t get to tell me what I’m capable of! I thought you were going to fucking die. I thought it was all my fault! That I had come too late. So no, I don’t much care about your landlords opinion or your furniture. Or whatever CNN or Fox is going to say. I want the love of my life. My fucking wife to be safe and warm in my bed. No more of this long distance bullshit. It’s done. You can be mad at me as much as you want, in the comfort of our home. You can yell and shout at me and tell me how I’ve taken your choice away. Like I’m the bad alpha of this story. But my god will you be safe, and that…that will be enough.” Claire panted like she’d just run a marathon with you. Like her heart was broken. 

The car stopped just then and you felt like you wanted to cry. But the omega inside of you wanted to give into her. You’d hated the long distance and so had your strong Governor. Claire had done it for you. She’d been relieved to not have to do a big press conference. But not because she didn’t want people to know you were her mate. Because she wanted you to have a little bit of normal. Get to be a college student. But now, now she needed you home. Safe.

You were both snapped out of a trance of staring at each other. 

Larry, a nice Beta from the Bronx tapped on the glassdoor. Obviously he smelled the mixture of upset and alpha pharmones all in the car. He’d probably have to go get it cleaned to get rid of the two of their smell. 

Claire pulled the blanket back and you saw she had on her dress from earlier again. While you were in black sweat pants and one of Claire’s college sweatshirts. You would have normally found it cute. She’d even put on your light blue fuzzy socks with your lucky white converse. Claire knew you and it showed. But you refused to focus on that. You were pissed at her. 

Claire opened the car door and put her hand out and she took you. Pulling you into the townhouse and easily resetting the alarm system. 

Your jaw was jutting to the side in obvious upset. When you’d imagined coming home to Claire you hadn’t thought it would be while you were unconscious. Larry surprised you by coming in with your boxes. He moved them easily into the hallway. 

“Thanks Larry.” You gave him a sad smile and he nodded. 

“You be easy on her flower. Governors been a mess without you.” He whispered to you and you felt a little guilty. But he turned on his heel and went to get more boxes. 

You walked into the house and inhaled. It smelled like Claire, but it was also a little too clean. Obviously she didn’t spend as much time here. Claire walked into the kitchen to pour herself a scotch and get you more water. She was concerned about the amount of fluids you’d lost. 

When she walked back into the hall you took your shoes off, and then went to grab the alcohol from her hand and she pulled it back. Before giving your palm the water instead. You rolled your eyes but took it. Taking long sips you were really thirsty. 

You both didn’t wait for Larry, walking up the stairs you went up two flights before going towards the guest bedroom. Agatha grabbed the hood of your sweatshirt and pulled it like a leash. You couldn’t believe her, but then again you could. 

“Nice try.” Claire said sarcastically knowing you were trying to be passive aggressive and she wasn’t going to put up with that. Guiding you into the master bedroom. You walked in and rolled the blankets back before pulling all your clothes off. Knowing Claire’s rules when you two slept next to each other. You were always supposed to be naked. You didn’t want to forgive her right now. But you also didn’t wanna fight right anymore. 

Going into the middle of the bed you grabbed Claire’s pillow and inhaled. Claire’s eyebrow twitched, she was suddenly jealous of a stupid pillow. She took the dress off again, bra and underwear gone. Letting it fall and not caring about putting her clothes away right now. Claire moved into the bed and you tried to pull away and she growled. 

Then got on top of you. She grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them over your head. You felt her strong cock against your hip. A bit of wet precum leaked against your skin.

“How long are we going to play this game little girl?” Claire leaned down so that you were sharing the same breath. 

“You-”

“I know, you don’t like that your alpha made a decision without you. But it’s time. You need my knot. I need you safe. I need…god damn it I need you. Can we make a compromise for the night? Then tomorrow you can be upset with me again?” She offered and her tongue pressed against the side of her cheek and you watched the muscle move in her mouth. 

“I can be really mad? All day?” You clarified. 

“Throw things, run up my credit card, smash all the vases in the house if It makes you feel better.”

“Tomorrow?” You leaned in and it sounded more like a whimper. Claire’s cock became fully hard at the noise her omega was making. 

“Tomorrow.” Claire says and you close the little distance and kiss her hard. She greedily takes every inch of your mouth over. Claire’s desire to fuck you on FOX may come true if you keep making those little noises. 

“Breed me?” You pout and Claire laughs grabbing your hips she opens your legs and you wrap them around her hips. It’s a vice grip and Claire doesn’t have any plans on trying to get out of it. 

“You were so mad at your alpha two seconds ago for forcing you to move in with me. Now you want me to fill you up with my seed?” Claire’s voice is dark and raspy and you nodd. All anger leaving your body and only want coming back. You’d been feeling so ill and the physical proximity of Claire was making everything better. 

“Touch me please, It’s been so long.” You cry and you try to free your hand to grab onto Claire’s cock. But her perfect nails dig into your wrists. You can tell she’s about to go feral. She closes her eyes and tries to stop herself. You see her counting. And you shake your head. “Let go Claire. Use me.”

Claire loses whatever composure she was working on when you say that. Releasing your wrists she moves her dick and pushes into you. 

Her fingers go down and pinch your clit hard and you scream. She holds your clit between her nail and finger and then she fucks you with abandon. Her hips seeming to have a mind of their own. Like Claire isn’t even aware of her own actions. Like only her alpha need can see you right now. You twist and cry and scream and Claire doesn’t stop. 

The wet sounds of your cunt being ruthlessly hammered into. You don’t assist you just hold onto Claire’s shoulders with your nails. 

Claire fucks you like it’s the last thing she’ll ever do. Like you are her last meal. Sweat is rolling off the Govenor and her pupils are blown. 

You are about to cum and you bite your lip and your eyes roll back trying to contain the noises and Claire leans down, not liking you quieting yourself. She bites down hard on the soft spot where your neck meets your shoulder and your toes curl. Blood comes from her bite. You wail until your voice is gone. 

And Claire keeps going and you realize she’s holding on, and you can’t have that. So you decide to do something you read in a smutty book. See if it works here. Reaching up you grab her hair and she jerks in surprise. 

“I thought you were going to be an alpha and breed me? If I wanted a good time I’d just call a friend.” You said it and something so sinister crossed Claires face that you wondered if she was going to lose it. If you’d be in even bigger trouble. Her knot twitches against you and fills quickly and she slaps against your body in a way that stings now. 

“I’ll invite everyone of our friends over so they can see you get pregnant for me. Is that what you want omega? Is that why you think you can taunt me? You need me to show you what you are?” 

Your mouth opens and nothing comes out as her knot is pushing against your soaked abused cunt. And you can’t believe how big it is and that Claire is making it go in so slow, and you can’t breathe. But Claire fucks you with precision until the knot is inside and you two can’t move. It’s pressing against your walls. You are almost painfully ful. 

“Hold my cum inside baby. Be good for me. And maybe I’ll forgive you for what you just said.” Claire sucked your neck leaving giant hickies and you shuddered. Knowing that her knot wouldn’t deflate for hours and she was going to do whatever she wanted to your body in that time. 

To Be Continued...

[dreaming-of-epiphanies]

𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓑𝓾𝓰

Description: Reader screams and Tom is instantly at her door to see what's wrong. Turns out it's a bug she needs him to kill. The problem? Tom discovers he is also afraid of this particular bug. (Reader x Tom, established relationship)

A/N: My roommates and I discovered a cockroach in our room yesterday so that inspired this. And no, we weren't able to catch it yet- it hid under our sink so now we're all afraid to go into the bathroom. Anyway, I kinda hate the title but I wanted to post this before going MIA for a couple days for finals (my first two exams are tomorrow; help). Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: none.

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The soft but insistent tap of rain against the window echoed through the room as Tom hunched over his desk, his quill moving at lightning speed. The dying candle sat near his parchment, creating a mosaic of flickering light across the paper. He was nearly finished with an essay he was writing about the Unforgivable Curses for Defence class, despite it being assigned earlier that day. He had gone to the library as soon as class let out, snagging a few books regarding the subject (it was easy to find them- he’d had the title memorised due to how many times he’d read them before) and locking himself in his dorm room to write the essay. 

Now, as his quill approached the end of the parchment with sure strokes, he leaned back in his chair, relaxed from the satisfying feeling of another essay well-written. He’d still have to spell check it, of course, and go back through it another day to add in any details he missed. Perhaps he could-

A scream interrupted his musings. It was high-pitched, full of sheer panic and unmistakably hers. Immediately, Tom was on his feet, his chair knocked back by the force in which he leapt up, though he didn’t even attempt to fix it as he yanked his door open, storming down the stairs and across the common room towards the girls’ dormitories. 

Anyone who saw him stalk with such a determined gait would not have clocked him as worried, but Tom’s mind was ablaze with terror. She had screamed. She never screamed- not like that- not unless something was wrong. Something is wrong, he thought to himself, dread seeping in, something is wrong and I’m not there. That thought made him pick up his pace, speed-walking to the stairs and practically hurrying up them. 

He arrived at her door and didn’t bother with the pretence of knocking before barging in, his eyes instantly zeroing in to find her. She was perched on her desk chair, clutching the wall beside her as she looked at the floor in fear. He felt his shoulder relax slightly- she was okay. Although she looked odd, she appeared unharmed. But the fear in her eyes made him tense up again. He would not let her be afraid, not if he had anything to say about it. Nothing would hurt her while he was with her. 

“What are you doing?” He asked sharply, voicing cutting through the air and her eyes whipped up to his. She gasped in relief, frantically gesturing for him to come over.

“Oh, thank Merlin you’re here!” She exclaimed as he stepped inside, letting the door close behind him. “I saw a trollcleg!”

Tom’s eyes narrowed slightly as he approached her. “You screamed because you saw a trollcleg?” Trollclegs were relatively harmless insects. Despite looking a bit creepy with their many legs and annoying buzzing when they flew, they were similar to cockroaches and nothing to be afraid of.

“It was huge!” She shook her head, eyes wide. “Practically the size of a Vampyr Mosp!”

“Why didn’t you kill it?”

She looked up at him sheepishly. “I’m afraid of them.” 

Tom sighed, though it was more fond than exasperated. “Come on,” he said, taking hold of her arm and placing a hand on her waist. “Let me help you down before you fall and I have to deal with you declaring a terrifying insect made you lose your balance.”

“Not until you get it!” She protested, gently pushing his arms away from her. Tom raised his eyebrows in mock irritation. 

“You want me to kill the trollcleg for you?” He asked, and she nodded enthusiastically. He let out another sigh, stepping away from her. “Fine.”

“Thank you!” She exclaimed, straightening up and nearly toppling over in her unsteady chair. Tom grabbed her arms again, steadying her so she didn’t fall. 

“I’ll do this if only to get you down from there faster.” He warned her, only releasing her arms when he was sure she had regained her balance. 

It didn’t take him long to locate the trollcleg. It was hovering near a pile of chocolate frog candy wrappers, buzzing happily around. But his eyes widened when he saw it. She was right, it really was massive. Despite himself, Tom felt a shiver run down his spine. He did not want to get any closer to that thing. 

“Did you find it?” She asked suddenly, and Tom nearly groaned in a mix of frustration and relief as the trollcleg heard her voice and buzzed away. At least he could put off getting nearer to it for a little while.

“We need to be quiet,” he chided her, and she put her hands up in a ‘surrender’ motion. 

Tom crept around the room, waiting for the trollcleg to reappear. It finally did, crawling on the floor next to her trunk. Tom slunk towards it, carefully lifting his foot to crush it with one swift stroke. But right as he was about to step on it, it lifted back up, buzzing directly towards his face. Tom recoiled, stumbling backwards with a very undignified shriek. 

“Get it; get it!” He heard her yelp, clapping her hands. 

“Don’t move on that chair, you’re going to fall!” He yelled, still slapping at the bug, which was fruitfully trying to attack his face- it had no stinger so it really wasn’t threatening at all, just annoying.

“Damn you-” he managed to get out before knocking it to the floor again and quickly stomping on it. Only when he pulled his foot away and ensured that it was indeed dead did he hear her let out a disbelieving laugh. 

“Did you scream?” She asked, trying (and failing) to hide a smile as she got down from the chair and made her way over to him.

“No,” Tom said instantly, and her smile only grew, now looking more like a smirk. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you shriek like that before,” she teased, reaching up and fixing his hair for him, running her fingers through the soft waves. It had been mussed up as he tried to swat the bug away from his face. 

“I intended to keep it that way,” he told her. “And just to be clear, I killed the bug because I wanted you down from that chair as quickly as possible,” he added, looking down at her sternly. “Not because I also dislike trollclegs.”

She smiled slyly, nodding her head wisely. “Oh, of course. I won’t tell anyone it was you who made that last scream.” Tom glared at her for a moment before shaking his head. He couldn’t feign anger at her for too long. 

“Alright,” he murmured, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. 

“Besides, if anyone asks, I can just say you did it because you love me.” She quipped, and Tom rolled his eyes but stepped in closer. 

“Yes,” he said. “That too.” 

--

[conceptofjoy]

==>

HAL: Step into my office Ms. Serket. VRISKA: Is this why you carry all those huge pieces of fa8ric around? HAL: Don't pretend you don't hog them to make forts every time I'm over. VRISKA: I was wondering if that's all you ever did with them, 8ut it seems as though I was right. ::::) HAL: HAL: This is not a fort. VRISKA: LM8O!

==>

VRISKA: ... VRISKA: Okay, how are you doing that. HAL: It's a perception thing. We're still walking because I said we're walking. HAL: You're making it a little difficult for me because of your perpetual "radiant glow", which I suppose leads me to the point. HAL: Do you know how to turn it off? VRISKA: Wwwwwwwwhat the f8ck? VRIKSA: Th8t's an ins8ne thing to 8sk some8ne???????? HAL: I'm rethinking what I just said, my fucking bad, let me reword that.

==>

HAL: You understand the basic properties of Arquius right? Equius and I fueling each other's existence at total opposite ends of the light/void spectrum. HAL: Not alternating existences between two people, but being one entity. HAL: I don't need to spell it out any further, I trust you get what I'm saying.

==>

VRISKA: So you're telling me, a thief of light, to 8ecome more voidy? HAL: You can do it probably. HAL: It's not as though there hasn't been instances of light players turning to the dark side. Also think about all those dead Vriskas in the void, seems like they're doing just fine. VRISKA: Who cares a8out them! HAL: Exactly. VRISKA: ::::/ HAL: It's not like you have to do this. I don't foresee shit going down any time soon. Unless I become evil, but I'm just as killable as any EarthCling around here. VRISKA: Can't I just max out my skill tree for me? HAL: It's not that I don't get it, but I just mean that I don't want you to feel pressured to do that. VRISKA: If you're saying you're worried that you're manipul8ting me into leveling up, just say that. HAL: Okay, well I'm not, and I'm kicking you out from my secret hideout for insinuating that. VRISKA: Your foooooooort. ::::D

[crypticcanidae]

veilguard's kinda like. the monkey's paw of videogames i think.

[triglycercule]

guys its finally done

after exactly like 3 months the killer analysis is FINALLY done......oh my trio we're so back WE'RE SO BACK!!!!! in exchange for this long awaited victory i will be working on a little comic.........killer WILL be featured there will be no more of excluding him here ‼️

here's a wip panel from it x3

[thats-cantorintuitive]

small update

ok so um I got my number theory paper today, and the TA had cut marks for me because i left the answer at 66^2 and not 4356 (fermat's little theorem) 😔 I even wrote the full proof

my friend told me I should mail the TA about this, I got 14/20 and should be getting 17or18/20 😔

scores aside, number theory is so much fun, so much fun. the only good thing here is that I know the concepts well, and I fully knew the paper (still fucked it up, because I'm so frickin slow while writing and time). and it hurts worse because there's not enough proof that validates my knowledge. which in turn makes me question if i actually do have any.

I am, in general, a person who does well in concepts but screws up the exams (70% of the time) and I'm trying, I'm trying to get myself out of this "exam paniK" that I often spiral into, just minutes before the exam. I hope I change and grow; I hope, I hope.

[cappurrccino]

i was gonna say "i shouldn't have to go to work when my brain feels like a depression slushie" and then i was like "wait but then i'd basically never ever go to work" and i'm actually doubling down on the first part now bc my god how am i supposed to heal my brain from burning out 5 years ago if i can never get an actual break

[skrunksthatwunk]

household enemy to the yyh watchthrough number one is the olympics. it's taken us a week to get two episodes into the gamemaster fight

[tokyoteddywolf]

22 isn't very much at all, I think.

[mkstrigidae]

Apparently, the solution to my APWH writer's block was just opening up a new word document and rewriting the whole damn next chapter.

[keirametzbrassknuckles]

Planning on introducing my undergrad bestie to my grad school bestie like planning the introduction of two shelter cats through a bathroom door

[goblin-enjoyer]

Me trying to think up a random character to draw with Vriska(not magnus) vs me trying to think up a random character to draw with Feferi(i forgot that nepeta was supposed to be here that's probably why i can't think up anything. what! i had a long game of 40k today and it's almost 3 am, sue me)

[secondbeatsongs]

Food Crime: Frosty the Slawman

so a while ago, I saw this photo going around on tumblr:

at first, I thought this was photoshopped. I mean, "welcome new man in your life"? that feels like a translation error, or someone being silly on purpose.

but guess what! turns out, Frosty Slaw Man is real!

and soon...he will be mine. let's get cooking

(full disclosure: I crafted this snowman and took notes about it over a year ago. and then, like with many things in my life, I forgot about him, and let him drift into the ADHD void of Things I'm Not Currently Staring At, where object permanence is tentative and largely unrealized.

but here we are! and here he is: the slaw man. it's time to share him with you, so that you can suffer as I have suffered, and/or rejoice in my gelatin creation!)

so this recipe photo originally came from Mid-Century Menu (archive link), a blog that seems like one after my own heart, and which once tried to make the Slaw Man (with not much success; but we'll get back to that)! but it's not just that blog that has copies of this ad. I also found it on reddit, and in a few different places on ebay!

lookit that guy! he's a real guy!

both the reddit post and some of the ebay listings say that this is from 1963 (though I haven't been able to figure out which magazines it was printed in, to confirm this for myself). but in looking this up, I discovered something else fun! there's another version of this ad!

Best Foods is what Hellmann's stuff is called on the west coast, and the "this is no place for second best" thing makes a lot more sense when you consider that the ad was probably made for Best Foods first, and then just reused and rebranded for the east coast

the more you know!

anyway the benefit of finding this alternate ad is that the scan on this image is a lot clearer, and so the recipe is more readable! and in looking at it, I've realized something important:

when Mid-Century Menu tried this recipe, they got an ingredient amount wrong.

when they made their beloved Slaw Man, they had the water amount written down as 1/4 cup, but looking at this scan up close, it is actually 3/4 cup of water! something that might make a significant difference, considering we're working with gelatin!

(there's also another change I want to make compared to what they did, when I do this recipe. but we'll get into that in a sec.)

for now: we begin

so. there's no way I'm making a Slaw Man this large. I am just one person, and considering the ingredients of this, I don't think I'm going to be able to consume that much Slaw.

two entire heads of cabbage? three pounds of cottage cheese, a thing that I don't even like to eat? no. that's a bad idea.

so I'm starting small here and making this 1/3 the size of the original:

2 packets of unflavored gelatin 1/4 cup cold water 1 cup mayo 1 tsp salt 1lb cottage cheese 4 cups shredded cabbage

surely this will result in a reasonable amount of Man

...okay, I started chopping the cabbage thinking it would be easier, but I've given up and pulled out a grater. this is much better! and somehow more violent (affectionate)

the recipe says to soften the gelatin in cold water, and then stir over hot water until it's dissolved. I'm going to assume "stir over hot water" means a double boiler, so let's do that

hmmm, the gelatin is very foamy? it’s melted, but the bottom of the pot feels really....sticky

okay. after a couple minutes more and no change, I’m calling this good enough.

so one thing that others who have attempted this recipe have not taken into consideration is the cottage cheese. you see, the others used normal cottage cheese, but the recipe says to use "cottage cheese, cream style"

I’ll be real, I’m not 100% what that means, since we don’t have that here. but I can take an educated guess! so let’s blend the cottage cheese!

(with an immersion blender. I am not willing to wash an actual blender because of this)

mmm, yes. very smooth

...actually. why isn't all cottage cheese like this? the thing I hate about cottage cheese is the texture, so why isn't it all smooth and creamy like this?? I could eat this!!

a new discovery is made every day in this house.

okay, time to start mixing things together.

ah, frosty. I opened a whole new thing of mayo for you! do you feel special?

(I'd make a "pre-dinner snack?" joke, but sometimes I think I'm the only one that remembers Regular Ordinary Swedish Meal Time)

okay, the mayo, cottage cheese, and salt have been added to the gelatin. but as this cools, the texture is getting...hmm. less than appealing.

lastly: the cabbage

oh. oh this is not very nice

next it says to pack the "salad" into a one pound container, and two six-cup bowls, but since I made this recipe so much smaller, I'm going to uhhhh. uh. find some bowls that seem like they'd be correct...snowman? proportions?

ah. this bowl is too big.

hey, these'll work!

now I just have to let them chill for a while, and continue another day.

(edit from current!me: ahhh oh my god I forgot this was pretty soon after we adopted Jackie! look at these cat pics that I took while I was food crime-ing!

look at them having their little interactions! Knuckles was trying so hard to be friends with her! I love them)

hello! two days later and we are ready to assemble the slawman. and my sibling has started referring to him as "frosty: attorney at slaw", so that's fun.

I've done a thing where, as these set, I flipped them around in the bowl so that hopefully they'd be more round. we'll see if they actually stay like this.

I have also made some decorations for him out of peppers, olives, and carrots!

let's build our boy

oh he's so heavy. and wobbly

no no no he almost fell over!!

okay. he's fine. but more skewers were needed.

and...okay. he is complete.

behold!

gaze upon my beautiful man!

(he is not structurally sound! he wobbles unsteadily as I rotate him! there are already cracks forming in the gelatin around where his arms are! don't worry about it!)

 now it's time to stab him

and...to devour him

this tastes like...a bland coleslaw? and not even that. it's just sort of a salty, cottage cheese-y cabbage. the ingredients don't combine to become something greater, they simply...sit there. like this.

and the texture is...mmm. it's not a jello kind of texture, but it is a bit squashy in a way that's mildly strange.

it's very creamy once it softens in your mouth.

...I don't like this!

and look! taking just that one chunk from him was enough to destabilize him entirely :(

RIP frosty. now I just have to see if I can eat all of you before you go bad.

(note from current!me: I could not.

 I ate maybe half of him over the course of many days, often adding other stuff to him to try to add some flavor: bacon, frozen peas, cheese, etc. but even with that, I just couldn't stomach him.

after a while I stuck what was left of him in the freezer, hoping that maybe I'd find the will to consume the rest of him some other day.

do you know what a frozen-and-then-thawed mixture of cabbage, cottage cheese, mayo, and gelatin looks and tastes like?

bad. the answer is: bad.

I threw him out pretty quickly after thawing him.

do not try this recipe at home)

[sleepdeprivedfrfr]

obsessedbf!toji who loves when it’s cold outside because he knows you won’t try and push him away for being too clingy because he’s so so so sooo warm.

obsessedbf!toji who loves when you curl up to him or wrap yourself around him at night in the middle of your sleep, he thinks it’s so adorable.

obsessedbf!toji who doesn’t go to bed until you do, even if it means he’ll wake up grumpy the next morning for work.

obsessedbf!toji who complains to you one night about your sleeping schedule, “Why the fuck are you still up?”

“I’m watching asmr.”

“Turn that shit off and c’mere.”

“Shh this is a good part.”

He snatched your phone out of your hands and turned it off, “Toji what the fu-”

“Pay attention to me ma, not the fucking phone.” He whispered in a gruff sleepy voice as he pulled you to his chest and engulfing you completely. You huffed into his chest. "Stop acting like you don't love this," Toji grumbled lowly, you could hear the smirk in his words.

"Your tits are suffocating me Toji. No complaints though."

"Fucking freak."

He couldn't help but smile though after hearing your sweet little giggles.

obsessedbf!toji who picks up extra missions just so that he can spoil you, he literally refuses to let you work and truly believes that he should be the sole provider while you don't lift a finger. Also having you care for him when he comes home exhausted is a plus :3

obsessedbf!toji who lets you do skincare on him when he comes back home, he claims he hates it but he loves how relaxing it is and how much attention you put on him while doing it.

obsessedbf!toji who constantly teases you for watching asmr but slowly starts getting into it once you do it to him.

You were propped up against the pillows on the bed, while Toji walked out of the bathroom. He was moody from being at work all day, only to come home to you already showered, leaving him to have to shower alone. "C'mere baby," you patted your lap signaling for your big grumpy boyfriend to lay in it.

He let out a soft grunt and quickly placed himself into your embrace, his head on your lower stomach and hands resting on your hips while his body between your legs. You began tracing patterns up and down his back with your nails, and up and down his large biceps.

"Fuck that feels good ma." he whispered, causing you to let out a soft giggle.

"You still mad at me you big baby?" Your hands moved up to his scalp.

"Tch, whatever. Jus' keep doin’ what yer doin'." Was all he said while his thumbs lightly brushed back and fourth over your hips. His breathing began to slow and he let out soft snores.

obsessedbf!toji who surprising plans really romantic dates for you two, but as soon as you walk out of the bedroom all dressed up his hands are all over you, making you guys late to whatever reservation he booked.

"Babe we're gonna be late."

"Fuck you look so good mama, I can't help it." He says between kisses. Safe to say y'all were definitely going to be late again, that is if you even left the house.

another toji drabble/oneshot bc y'all loved the last one sm, might do an nsfw ver soon so yuh. Also thank you guys so much for 500 followers, I know im behind on a lot of stories rn so js bear with me pls 😭

also I’m so tired of seeing people canon toji as a bad husband/bf bc like y r we acting like he didn’t take his wife’s name?!? Like sure he may be broke in the show but that’s js bc his ass was gambling all his money away, anyways hope u enjoyed ;3

Likes, comments, and rebloggs appreciated!!

divider creds: @cafekitsune

[ourceliumnetwork]

i did the biggest and scariest of the things on my list (the last thign on my list in fact) and it took like. MAYBE 5 minutes total including login time navigation and page loading.

now i get to have fancy Oreo Poptarts because i'm a big strong boy whose knee is slightly dislocated (it's fine i just went too hard and i'll wrap it up here in a minute) and did a big scary thing and also now gets to fully devote brain power to anxiety about the (potential) hole between two of my heart chambers and the accompanying doctor's appointment tomorrow morning.