Current Obession: HOTD and GOT @serotoninandespresso - Tumblr Blog

Introduction:

Fandoms: HOTD, GOT, Modern Family, Resident Evil (games not the Netflix series.), Detroit Become Human, Stardew Valley, JJK, Solo Leveling, Frieren, DAN DA DAN, Black Clover, Demon Slayer, Dungeon Meshi, Superman (David Corenswet), Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, more to be added… (characters aged up where applicable cause some of them are in high school or teen aged.)

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Taken Anons ♥️:

Angel (👼) anon, 🌙 anon , ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇-😇🪽 anon⋇⋆✦⋆⋇, 🌻 anon, 🐈‍⬛ anon, age anon, 🐰 anon

Master List~

Heyy are u planing to continue the HOTD series with jacaerys??

Hi pookie!!

Yes I am!!

With the release of season 3 I will inevitably be ripping my hair out because HBO writers are somehow incapable of writing well, or following canon without thinking they need to be quirky and change somethings to stand out

So I will try to slip chapter 17 in at some point!! I don’t know if Chapter 17 will be the last chapter before the epilogue but we will see!! ♥️

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HEY POOKIE <3

Hope you're doing good n that writing isn't taking too much of a toll!

The song 'Super Trouper' by ABBA randomly came on shuffle the other day and i literally just couldn't stop thinking about your Alpha footballer Jacarys series. Hope you don't mind the little ramble below xoxo

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Just imagine that even though Jace always tries to join (y/n) on tour, he isn't consistently able to 'cause of training camp and games. When (y/n) started touring early in his career it was great! Joined by friends and a crowd who loved him. But tasting heaven by touring with Jacarys, knowing he was watching him on stage and cheering him on (plus the dates and insane sex afterwards), touring without JAce now just felt like a drag. (Y/n) would just drag through shows and go back to his hotel room after a meal with his friends, like bro just wants to home to his Alpha (and kids oop-).

But then, on a random show in Europe, as you put on a smile to go on stage, the big screens pan to a VIP booth and show Jace and the kids cheering you on. (Y/n) couldn't feel blue, like always, 'cause somewhere in the crowd were the most important people in the world to him.

HI MY BELOVED 😘♥️

I’m doing good!! This Superman req you blessed me with is coming together!! 😭

(Y/n) Kyle…son of Selina Kyle and Bruce Wayne…he’s a thief like his mom…he gets into some things for sure 🤭

I literally never— NEVER— mind babes it makes me so happy to see you mention it ♥️😭

oh (Y/n) would literally be so spoiled by Jacaerys and the kids being on tour with him…(Y/n) would hate it when his tour dates happen to be when Jacaerys has training camps and games like BADLY

(Y/n) would literally probably only fall asleep after FaceTiming Jacaerys to say hi to the kids and him, and then actually fall asleep on FaceTime with Jacaerys…

and Jacaerys being a real lover boy doesn’t hang up, he falls asleep too, so he can be the first one to say good morning…

(Y/n)’s team would be so confused cause he’d for sure be annoyed and not as up beat because Jacaerys isn’t waiting for him, and then BOOM!! The energy switches up once (Y/n) hits the stage…

(Y/n) would def cry on stage once the camera pans and he sees Jacaerys and the kids…(Y/n) would be a fucking mess…then he’d kill it, and when they’re back stage he’s tackling them all and making sure they know how much he missed them.

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gabisart

On sweat-dripping cedar

Do you know it's good for me too? ♨

(og version on patreon! 🥕 )

#Hnnngghhhgnnngghh #Love my autistic coded king oh my god #serotoninandespresso talks

been a lurker for quite a while<3

PLEASEEEEEE LMFAOOO

hi pookie 🫰🏽😭

Trust!! It’s coming 🙂‍↕️

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brooo, just finished the Jaehaerys’ part on F&B and I gotta say… Aemon is🤌🏻

He really would’ve made a great king. And, Rhaenys would be his heir. Imagine…

(All credits to the artist)

HONESTLY!!

also George RR Martin is foul as fuck for how he did Alysanne…

like this part from F&B

Queen Alysanne reflected on his words. “He was wrong, I think,” she wrote, “for surely the Mother Above loved my children more. She took so many of them away from me.”

always has me fighting back tears because oh my god 😭

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Imagine a toxic situationship with a religious man, who believes that being gay is a sin

He liked spending time with you. He may not agree with your lifestyle, but the man couldn't deny that he enjoyed being around you. As prolonged looks and late-night talking slowly developed into blushing and touching, he could feel shame and excitement fight for dominance inside of him. It was unavoidable that one night, it escalated, and the two of you were in your bed, hands roaming each other's bodies as you made out.

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IN LOVE

Whiny, pathetically down bad, AND he’s still blowing your back out??

need 😭

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(;¬_¬) Not my problem - Nate Jacobs x male reader

Word Count: 2000

Plot: Repressing his sexuality led to Nate standing at the altar in front of Cassie, despite spending most nights in his high-school fuck-buddy's bed. But unlike everyone else, you don't entertain Nate's bullshit; you couldn't care less about him figuring himself out

Featuring: Top Nate x Bottom Male Reader

Note: Haven't touched Season 3 of Euphoria guys but wtf is this shit that I've seen on TikTok?? Basically all of S3 plot is irrelevant except Nate & Cassie being together, Nate getting his dads bussiness, and Cassie doing BTEC Only Fans

Warnings: amab m!reader / FDNI ~ MINORS DNI

The sound of skin smacking against skin was one of many sounds bouncing around your bedroom. The smell of musk and expensive men's aftershave was one of many things overwhelming your senses, and the feeling of hands roaming your body - from the small of your back, to your throat, to your ass - was one of many things you were experiencing. Out of all five of your senses, only sight was the least overwhelmed; that being because your eyes were currently tightly shut, so the only thing you could see was black, along with random patches of white spots appearing and then disappearing.

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OH MRM YOU ATE THAT!!

down bad Nate Jacobs…as he fucking should be! LMFAOOOO

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Loss

Alpha Toji x omega male reader

Author: I did in fact kiss this brick before I threw it. Please let me know what you guys think!

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The calloused fingers tracing the edge of the ceramic mug were too large for the delicate thing, though Toji handled it with surprising care. Steam curled lazily from the chamomile tea inside—too sweet, but he’d added the extra honey anyway, just how he liked it. The kitchen was quiet save for the hum of the refrigerator, the dim overhead stovelight casting small shadows across his knuckles where they gripped the cup.

Down the hall, the bedroom door was cracked open. He could see the edge of the comforter tangled halfway off the mattress, the way it always was when sleep turned restless. He didn’t need to step closer to know the sheets would smell like salt and exhaustion, the pillowcase damp in patches. His throat tightened, but he forced his feet forward, the mug radiating warmth against his palm.

"You’re supposed to be asleep," Toji murmured, nudging the door wider with his hip. The figure curled on the bed didn’t stir, but the hunch of his shoulders said enough.

The tea found its place on the nightstand, condensation already beading on the ceramic. Toji sat heavily on the edge of the mattress, the springs groaning softly under his weight. He reached out without thinking, fingers brushing against the back of his neck—cold and sweaty, despite the blanket pulled up to his chin.

Toji’s fingers lingered against the chilled skin of his omega’s neck, the contrast between his rough touch and the fragility beneath it sharper than ever. The scent of chamomile mixed with something sour—suppressed grief, maybe, or the remnants of tears wiped away too quickly. He exhaled through his nose, slow and deliberate, before sliding his hand down to rest between his husband’s shoulder blades. The ridge of spine beneath his palm felt too pronounced, as if the weight of the last few days had carved him hollow.

"Tea’s gonna get cold," Toji said, voice lower than he intended. The words weren’t about the tea, and they both knew it.

A shaky inhale. Then, muffled against the pillow: "I don’t want it."

Toji’s jaw worked. He could’ve pushed—could’ve nudged the mug closer, reminded him that he had barely eaten since Friday–which was two days ago, that the hollows under his eyes were dark enough to bruise. Instead, he let his hand press a little firmer against his back, grounding. "Then don’t drink it," he conceded. "But you’re gonna sit up for me."

The mattress shifted as Toji leaned forward, his free hand sliding beneath his omega's shoulders to ease him upright. The movement was slow, deliberate—the way he'd handle a spooked animal, all measured pressure and no sudden motions. His husband's body resisted at first, limbs heavy with exhaustion, but eventually he relented, allowing himself to be guided up against the headboard. His face stayed turned away, the sharp line of his jaw clenched tight even as his fingers twisted weakly in the sheets.

Toji didn't comment on the damp streaks glistening on his cheeks. Instead, he reached for the mug again, pressing it gently into his omega's hands. The warmth seeped into his pale fingers immediately, his grip so loose Toji had to curl his own larger hands around them for a moment, just to make sure he wouldn't drop it. "There," he murmured, thumbs brushing over his knuckles. "Just hold it for now. Don't gotta drink."

A shuddering breath escaped his omega's lips, his shoulders curling inward as if the weight of the mug alone might crush him. The scent of honeyed chamomile wafted between them, undercut by something sharper—grief, thick enough to taste. Toji stayed close, his knee pressing into the mattress beside his hip, close enough that their body heat mingled in the scant space between them.

"Should've been stronger," his omega whispered finally, voice cracked at the edges. His fingers trembled around the ceramic. "I—I could've—"

Toji’s fingers tightened around his omega’s before he could stop himself—not enough to hurt, never enough to hurt, but enough to make the words stutter to a halt. The tea sloshed dangerously close to the rim of the mug, but neither of them moved to steady it. "Don’t," Toji growled, the sound rough but low. "Don’t fucking say that."

His omega flinched, but Toji didn’t let go. Instead, he shifted closer, his free hand cupping the back of his neck, forcing his forehead to rest against his own. The scent of salt and chamomile filled the space between them. "You think I give a single shit about ‘strong’?" Toji muttered, breath hot against his lips. "You’re here. That’s all that matters."

A broken noise escaped his omega’s throat, something between a sob and a laugh. "But—"

"No." Toji’s thumb brushed the hollow under his eye, smearing the dampness there. "Listen to me. This wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t you." The words came out sharper than he intended, but he needed them to stick, needed them to carve through the guilt festering in his husband’s chest. "You didn’t fail. You hear me? You didn’t."

Toji’s words hung heavy in the air, but they didn’t land—not really. His omega’s breath hitched, then fractured entirely, a wet, ragged sound tearing from his throat as his shoulders crumpled forward. The mug slipped from his grasp, tea splashing across the duvet, but Toji caught it before it could shatter against the floor, tossing it carelessly onto the nightstand. His hands were back on his husband in an instant, gripping his wrists as his omega’s fingers clawed at his own chest, like he could dig out the grief festering there.

"I felt it," his omega choked out, voice shredded. "I felt when—when it stopped." The last word cracked like a whip, and then he was sobbing, really sobbing, his entire body convulsing with the force of it. Toji hauled him forward, crushing him against his chest as his omega’s fists pounded weakly against his ribs—once, twice—before going limp, fingers twisting desperately in Toji’s shirt. "I hate this," he gasped, the words muffled against Toji’s collarbone. "I hate that I couldn’t—fuck—"

Toji’s arms tightened around him, one hand cradling the back of his head as his husband’s cries turned raw, guttural. He didn’t try to shush him. Didn’t tell him it would be okay. He just held him, let him scream into his shoulder, let him shake apart in his arms, his own jaw clenched so tight his teeth ached. The anger was there, simmering under his skin—not at him, never at him—but at the fucking universe for carving this pain into someone who deserved it least.

His omega’s nails dug into his back, sharp even through the fabric. "It’s not fair," he spat, the words ragged with fury. "We wanted them. We—god—we picked out names." The last syllable broke into a wail, and Toji’s grip on him turned bruising, his nose buried in his hair as his own vision blurred. He hadn’t cried. Not yet. But feeling him like this—the way his body heaved with every sob, the way his scent had gone sour with anguish—it was fucking breaking him.

"Let it out," Toji growled against his temple, his voice rough. "Fucking let it out." He didn’t care if the neighbors heard. Didn’t care if the whole goddamn world heard. His husband had been swallowing this grief for days, choking on it, and Toji would be damned if he didn’t let him scream it into the open air.

His omega went rigid for a moment, as if fighting the urge to collapse entirely.

Then he broke.

Completely shattered.

A sound tore from his throat—something primal, something wounded—and Toji felt it in his own ribs, a phantom ache. His husband clawed at his shoulders, his hips, anywhere he could reach, like he was trying to anchor himself. "Why us?" he gasped, forehead pressed hard against Toji’s sternum. "Why—why our baby?" The question was a blade, and Toji had no answer to give. Only the steady press of his palms against his back, the unyielding heat of his body.

The anger burned hotter then, sudden and vicious. His omega reared back, eyes wild, teeth bared. "I should’ve known," he snarled, fingers twisting in Toji’s shirt. "I should’ve—felt it sooner, done something—!" His voice cracked, and then his fists were slamming into Toji’s chest—once, twice—weak punches that barely registered before he collapsed forward again, his breath coming in sharp, wet hitches.

Toji caught his wrists, not to stop him, but to hold him together. "You couldn’t," he said, low and firm. "You hear me? You couldn’t." His omega whimpered, a broken sound, and Toji hauled him closer, tucking him under his chin. "This wasn’t your fault," he repeated, lips moving against his hair. "It wasn’t. It wasn’t."

His husband shuddered, then went still—too still. For a heartbeat, Toji thought he’d finally exhausted himself. Then, with a ragged inhale, his omega whispered, "But what if it was?" The words were so quiet, so small, that Toji barely caught them. His grip tightened instinctively. "What if—what if I did something wrong? What if I—"

"Stop." Toji’s voice was sharp, but his hands were gentle, framing his husband’s face. "Look at me." When he didn’t, Toji ducked his head, forcing their eyes to meet. His omega’s lashes were clumped with tears, his cheeks flushed and damp. "You didn’t," he said, each word deliberate. "You loved them. You wanted them. That’s all that fucking matters."

His omega stared at him, lips trembling. Then, with a ragged sob, he buried his face in Toji’s neck again, his body wracked with silent cries. Toji held him, one hand cradling the back of his head, the other splayed across his spine, as if he could press the shattered pieces of him back together through sheer will alone.

Minutes passed—or maybe hours. The room grew dimmer, the shadows stretching longer across the floor. Eventually, the sobs quieted to hiccups, then to uneven breaths. Toji didn’t move. Didn’t loosen his hold. Not until his omega shifted, his fingers uncurling from Toji’s shirt to press weakly against his chest.

"M’ sorry," he mumbled, voice hoarse. "I—I didn’t mean to—"

"Don’t." Toji’s hand slid down to cup his jaw, thumb brushing the redness of his cheek. "Don’t apologize. Not for this."

His omega swallowed hard, then nodded, his gaze dropping to where his fingers now rested limp on Toji’s chest. The silence between them wasn’t comfortable, but it wasn’t suffocating anymore—just heavy, like a shared weight.

Toji exhaled slowly, then reached for the discarded mug on the nightstand. The tea had gone cold, but he drained it in one gulp anyway, the bitterness of oversteeped chamomile coating his tongue. "We should eat," he said, setting the mug down with a clink.

His husband shook his head, pressing closer to Toji’s side as if he could disappear into him. "Not hungry."

"You will be." Toji pressed a kiss to his temple, then shifted to stand—only for his omega’s fingers to tighten in his shirt with surprising strength.

"Stay," he whispered, voice cracking. "Just—just a little longer."

Toji hesitated, then sank back onto the mattress, pulling his husband into his lap. He didn’t speak—didn’t trust himself to say the right thing—but his arms wrapped around him all the same, solid and unyielding. His omega melted into the embrace, his forehead resting against Toji’s shoulder, his breath warm against his collarbone.

The silence stretched, thick with unsaid words. Then, a shuddering inhale. "I keep thinking—" His omega’s voice was raw, barely audible. "What if I dream about them? What if I see them and—and it hurts?" His fingers twisted in Toji’s shirt again, knuckles white. "I don’t want to forget, but I don’t want to remember either."

Toji’s throat tightened. He hadn’t considered that—the way grief could twist even sleep into a battlefield. His hand slid up his omega’s spine, fingers threading through his hair. "Then you wake me up," he said, voice rough. "Every time. You wake me up, and I’ll be here."

His omega made a sound—half a sob, half a laugh—and pressed closer, his nails digging into Toji’s back. "You can’t fix this," he murmured, the words muffled against his skin.

"I know." Toji’s grip tightened. "But I can be here."

“I’ll always be here.”

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Authors note: Well I’m back on a small steady track of posting stories. I hope to keep it going but generally we’ll see. Anyway I hoped you enjoyed, please leave any tips, comments, or suggestions down below.

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My heart 😭

#Oh—#My heart omg #omega male reader #angst #toji x male reader #alpha Toji

Heyyyy serooooo. When's the next chapter of scarlet solarium coming?👀

Hi babe!

I’m not too sure, but it will come soonish! I wanna do like alternating posts like a req next, and then a Scarlet Solarium chapter

It’s in the works though!!

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Scarlet Solarium: When the Sun Kneels — Chapter 1

A/n: (Y/n) Zatara. Son of Giovanni Zatara, brother to Zatanna Zatara, beloved friend of the Justice League. Also the axis on which reality turns, the balance by which creation weighs itself. (Y/n) Zatara, the Scarlet Witch, a being of unfathomable power, condensed into human shape.

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics (male reader is an omega, Clark Kent is an alpha), Graphic violence, Gore, Body Horror, Character Death, Mind Control, Body Manipulation, Child Injury (Done to (Y/n) in a flashback), Angst/Comfort

P.S: I had this in the tank for a while, please enjoy while I work on reqs 🫶🏽

Credits: banners/dividers are made by @/cafekitsune

Clark Kent/Superman (David Corenswet)

Key: Red means NSFW, so MDNI.

Series: Scarlet Solarium: When the Sun Kneels - 1

Oneshots:

Hey pooks!

YOURE BACK!! missed u dearly 😔

Can’t wait to see what you’ve cooked up and reblog also make sure you’re taking care of yourself!!

I MISSED YOU TOO POOKIE!! 🫶🏽♥️😭

stay tuned!! Cause the next fic in the chamber is your Superman one!

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Bro I started playing Detroit Become Human and it’s so fucking good😭 Hadn’t felt this way about a game since rdr

It’s amazing

YESS DBH IS SOOO GOOD

10/10!!

literally fell in love with it and Connor…Bryan dechart Connor’s mocap actor? Or just actor? Is soooo fine man 😭

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Special agent (Based on a photoset by Superhomme)

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Wolf Leon version

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#serotoninandespresso talks #serotoninandespresso reblog #Oh my fucking god #I swear I’m so normal about this

LOOK AT HIMMM!!!! HE LOOKS SO GOOD!

My beautiful king omg 😭

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kiss - valarr targaryen x male reader

valarr targaryen x male reader; a sweet first kiss that Valarr will remember for years to come

"Valarr… are you feeling all right? You're burning… Do you have a fever?"

The prince stepped back as if scalded by wildfire. [Name] from [House Name] stood a few steps away, looking at him worriedly.

"I'm fine. Nothing serious, anyway." Valarr muttered in response, putting down his sword. The servant took his weapon. He felt [Name's] burning gaze on him. His best friend was looking at him as if he were insane. Maybe he was, Valarr couldn't tell.

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