#hearthomed

[hearthome-culture-is]

hearthome culture is opening up google earth, typing in your hearthome's name, and crying

[ofcerberus]

@hearthomed, cont'd.

there's an initial tension that surfaces that first moment his hands spread over her back. once they start kneading into the muscles of her back, though... oh, she's melting. "mmm, that's nice," she murmurs, closing her eyes and enjoying his touch so much, she doesn't try hiding the smile curling the corners of her lips. moby rarely realizes how much stress she's actually carrying in the muscles she spends so much time exercising. not until days like these when they are pushed well-passed what she considers normal or even uncomfortable and someone else has to point it out for her.

but maybe she should allow sylus to point it out more often if this is what it gets her.

his lips tickle her skin and she feels the heat rush to her cheeks, darkening her face and the tips of her ears. "moon's mighty big, sweet thing," she says softly, a trace of doubt teetering between her words even though she knew sylus meant every word he said. he wasn't a liar and he didn't exaggerate. and yet, what had she done to deserve such devotion? (but what wouldn't she do for him?)

the relief brought on by his fingertips make her sigh with contentment, wriggling under him as if to nestle further into the comforts of his bedding. maybe she doesn't have to think about all that right now and can just... enjoy him, chuckling when she feels another kiss brushing behind her ear. she peeks an eye open to smile at him over her shoulder. "hm, relax, yeah~? 's that all you want me to do with you right now?" a beat of silence follows, smile faltering some. "... but... you can rely on me, too."

[memovia-moved]

( @constellaris )

Both hands lifted, grabbing onto the collar of Sylus' shirt without an ounce of hesitation. No one else would dare to touch him in such a way, let alone even get near him, but Harin had ... Special privileges, so to speak. Tugging him downward lips met his in an almost surprisingly gentle kiss, lingering for a few moments before withdrawing to offer a smile up to the man she loved.

" Mephi told me you'd been lost in your own thoughts for a while , so I thought you could use a distraction ~ " She giggled softly, eyes never once leaving his face. " And I had something important to tell you anyway , something that couldn't just be said over text or call . "

Releasing his collar her hands instead came to cradle his cheeks, another kiss gifted before she whispered. " I love you , Sylus ... "

unprompted. | always accepting!

❖◇ ▪ ― His love is not so easily attained or comprehended by many. Like a shadow that could conform to one's worst fears, a fiend with many identities, yet none at all— others could seemingly reach for him but would eventually realise... that he is someone simply out of their touch. But when Harin holds onto him, she will find that she reaches him easily. His sleeve, his hand and his monstrous heart; all of them yearning to be touched by her, so surprisingly soft when bared.

He leans into her kisses, piercing red eyes grow gentle— fluttering close at how soft her lips are against his. Arms come up to wrap around her waist, pulling Harin closer. Sylus chuckles into her skin, gaze meeting hers as the man leans in for a third kiss. The thought of Harin no longer occupies his mind, since the real deal has finally appeared before him.

❝ Then you should come by more often to tell me— sweetie. ❞

Sylus does not divulge his inner machinations, only encourages hints that could spur his 'plan' forward— which is to see her more often. The tip of his nose brushes against hers, tone raspy and low.

❝ I love you too. ❞

...More than you will ever know.

No matter where I look, I see you, @hearthomed— tell me, do you look into the darkest corners and see me?

[lovepathed]

@hearthomed , cont'd.

she's happy to look at him, teeth digging softly into her bottom lip as her eyes flick between sylus' eyes and mouth -- caught between two sensory desires. wants to cherish that glint in his eyes that gestures toward a thrilling danger, but she wants just as much to taste him, devour him whole.

"trying...? i think i've succeeded, don't you?" verene is precisely where she wants to be as she leans against his marbled countertop, trapped between rock and a hard place. she shoves down the giggle that nearly erupts from her chest. "do i need to be more thorough?" as if to prove her point, she grabs his hips and pulls him closer until they stand flush together. and maybe verene pretends not to pay any mind to the way she's pressing into him, hungry and eager. "we can postpone dinner, can't we? 'dessert' first, huh?"

[hearthome-culture-is]

Fictional hearthome culture is being upset that you can't replicate the feeling of home IRL and constantly feeling out of place because of it

Hearthome culture is...

[hearthome-culture-is]

Autistic Hearthome culture is really loving your home until you're actually in it and you get a bunch of sensory overload over even the little things. Like you still love it and it still feels like home but sometimes you genuinely can't stand to be in it

Hearthome culture is...

[hearthome-culture-is]

hearthome culture is missing the feeling of hitting the ground in your hearthome. missing the feeling of scraping your knee on the ground that is nowhere else.

[lovemeant]

@hearthomed, cont'd.

"i know that," it's a hiss against her mouth, desperate and hungry. for harin, for her flesh, her heart, for everything in his hands that's his. "they don't. they should." and caleb plans to make that perfectly clear one way or another:

dry lips pepper kisses in a line from her mouth, to her chin and neck -firmer, harder than they should be- until they're sitting on her neck. right beneath the line of her jaw, that smooth dip located above her uniform's neat little collar. his breathing is heavier as the tip of his tongue laves over that sweet spot, feeling lost in the taste of her and this closeness between them. he'd held himself back for so long, waiting and waiting... and now? now someone she works with thinks all it takes is a drink? they don't know harin. they don't know her like he knows her.

there's a greed to his touch as he nibbles down on her skin, leather-clad hand cupping the other side of her face and swiping his thumb reassuringly over the swell of her cheek. caleb tastes his mark again, kisses it like an apology and looks at her face-- presses another kiss to her bottom lip, thumb sweeping over her brow this time. "what do you think, pips?"