#anyway you are all wolcome

[clarakiki]

In the heat of the moment

Sabine x reader

warning: just shameless making out, marks, scars (Sabines scars on her face)

disclaimer: gn! reader, height difference, sorry for the english (it’s not my native language)

word count: 547

notes: Hi! wolcome to my first fanfic here on tumblr. It’s just making out with Sabine, nothing more nothing less. I also have another, longer fanfic in the making so you can be excited for that, but it will take a while (I am busy with school and don’t have the time). 

I will be thankfull for any likes and reblogs and constructive critisism. If you don’t like what I write just don’t read it and don’t be rude please.

I hope you enjoy.

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Sabine backs you against the wall, her hands on your shoulders. Sweat is beading on your forehead and sticks your shirt to your skin. You have just ended your race. You lost, as always, but something in the mood shifted anyway. Now, with adrenaline still bubbling under your skin and heart wildly racing in your chest, you look at your rival.

She is so close, that you can feel her breath on your cheek, her large frame enveloping you, shielding you from the outside world.

“You-” she starts but something stops her. Sabine's eyes dart between your gaze and your lips. She is beautiful and up close you can see all that makes her so. The texture of her skin, the red lines of her scars, the high regal arch of her brow and the always angry gleam in her eyes. 

Something in her expression changes. It’s a kind of realization, a surprise and soft acceptance. Sabine's hands move to hold your face. “Tell me you don’t want this,” it’s a whisper of a lie. She knows your answer and she knows her own. She can’t stop this now. “You know what this would mean. We can’t.” she says again. It’s a powerfull feeling to have such a strong woman crumbling before you. But you know that, in the end, you will go down with her.

“I know,” you say, but it is too late now. Your body moves on its own, now your noses are almost touching. “Kiss me anyway.”

And she does. Sabine's lips smash into yours. It’s the same like everything else she does. It’s fast and hot, red and hard and somewhat angry. At the world, at you, at herself.

Her hands are still holding your cheeks, while yours travel behind her neck. Sabine is rough all over, from the tips of her fingers to her lips. It hurts in the best way possible.

Sabine finally moves. One hand now rests on you waist, hoisting you even closer to her, the other supports her on the wall. You have to stand on the tips of your toes to reach her. You feel the texture of her scar against your lips.

She whispers your name and you hers and the world is slipping away. You ding your nails into her braid, ruffeling it. 

Sabine grunts and moves onto your neck. She is biting and sucking and kissing you all over and you can feel her marks on your skin. They will stay there for a long time. While it makes you feel good, it reminds you of your friends. It’s against everything you want right now, but you have to say it anyway, even just for your sense of loyalty. “They’ll be here soon.”

Sabine grunts against your collarbone in agreement. “Do you want to stop?”

“No.”

But she pulls away anyway. It’s what you have to do, you both know it. 

“I’ll come again, tomorrow,” you promise. “To race.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything else,” after that she cautiously looks around, but the room is still just hay and wood, and softly kisses you. 

You melt into her once again, not wanting to let go, but Sabine pryes you away. “See you tomorrow.” 

She lingers still, but in the end, you are left alone.

#sso #star stable online #sso x reader #Sabine x reader #fanfiction #I am so excited to post this #I want to kiss Sabine #and hold her hand #clar posts

[dietraumerei]

Weekly Writing and Reading Update

Hello from the Big Dark! I’m going to walk and look at Christmas lights later because holy shitsticks is the season kind of hitting hard. On the other hand, I’m drinking cocoa and looking out at the beautiful tree covered in moss and lichen in my building’s courtyard, and things could be worse.

Writing

*takes a deep breath and dives in*

bikeGirlsSadCrowley: me: ha ha I think I’ll just make it a silly sexy series where they have fun sex and adventures that end in someone(s) in A&E cos disaster lesbians and sexy h/c!!! Tender kisses on bandages is the best!!! also me, reading older stories: shit there’s actually good, emotional stuff here. Autistic Aziraphale is the best ever and I want to write more about Crowley and her wonderful Crowley-ness. me once again putting on my clown shoes: gets a really good idea for a story about boundaries and love and relationships. me, finally: maybe it...can be both? Disaster Lesbians who are in love and careful with each other and talk about their feelings??? And who also wind up in A&E on the regular but boy do they have fun getting there. (And fun afterwards, too!)

(I truly do not know if I can reconcile these two tones, but I’m going to work at it. Also I promise Crowley isn’t that sad, she just starts out being a little hurt. Emotionally, I mean. For a change.)

Wolcom Yule: It’s completed as of this morning, with chapter 4 probably going up on Tuesday. Chapter 3 up today! Also this probably wins as my most meta story.

christmas2020: I miss writing my canon angel and demon! This is kind of sad, because 2020, but I hope it’s hopeful too. It’s a sad year, but light in the darkness, etc. I’ll post it on Christmas Eve.

Crowley and the Perfect Picnic: A Comedy of Errors : Very sexy, very cute Bike Girls story. Someday Aziraphale will get her picnic! I mean, probably. (Despite my essay up there, I want to write ten more stories all exactly like this one. Cakes and hyperfixations amirite?)

aromanticStuff: writing fic is cheaper than therapy. Look, I’m trying to fund an IRA here so I can pretend to retire someday, so please enjoy my self-insert writing.

reversebang: I want to finish this within the next week so I can start editing and rewriting as needed; I think I’m like 2/3rds there? 4/5ths? I should...probably check what the schedule is, actually.

Reading

Nothing finished. DNF for A Game of Birds and Wolves: The Ingenious Young Women Whose Secret Board Game Helped Win World War II, which I have decided just makes me angry AF. This is a Dad Book. It’s about WWII so it’s sort of automatically a Dad Book, but it’s like someone wrote a Dad Book and tried to make it about women but failed utterly and completely. I gave up like...2/3rds of the way through? And there was like one chapter devoted to glossing the life of the founder of the Wrens and maybe half a chapter about some other Wrens and the rest was a meticulous recreation of approximately One Million Military Men and I was so disgusted and sick of it I gave up. It’s not actually about women as far as I can tell! Which is what! I wanted! To read about! And which was implied! BY THE FUCKING TITLEAAAAAHHHHH.

Also the meticulous, detailed, highly personal LONG passages where you spend time in the psyche of the Nazi U-Boat captains were definitely a thing I could have done without. Again, this is a Dad Book wearing the mask of a book about clever women, and now I’m annoyed all over again.

(Also it opens with a survivor’s HIDEOUSLY DETAILED account of the sinking of City of Benares which again! Could have lived without!!)

Anyway, reading the Goodreads reviews I am glad I’m not the only one who’s unimpressed with the mismatch between the title and the actual contents. Also I’m revising my rating down to 1 star.

#weekly update