#and then i randomly get hit with ✨the feels✨

[ace-dodo]

Tw for mentions of suicide 😔👊 (I'm not gonna kms, actually the opposite)

Two year anniversary of my almost attempt

Because life didn't end at 15

Sometimes I wonder if my experience even counts seeing that it was an almost attempt.

But it was real, it does count

Two years ago today I sat at the edge of my bed, with pills in one hand and water in the other. I remember I was crying and shaking so bad, then, I just left them to the side and watched amphibia's final.

I kept thinking about doing it again, but I kept finding excuses, oh I can't today I have scouts tomorrow, oh not today cuz tomorrow I'm hanging with friends. Then slowly, life went by.

I didn't process it, I don't think I have yet, but it happened, I still cry when I talk about it. Most people don't know, my parents don't know, my sister and friends forgot about it, and sometimes I also do.

Life kept going, I went to the camp I was preparing so hard for, I celebrated my birthday, I celebrated Christmas, I stared at the sky in new year's eve trying to hold back tears because I genuinely couldn't believe I was there to witness it.

And eventually the voices got quieter, they weren't telling me to end my life, they never did again, it's a thought that never crossed my head in such a serious way again. I don't think most people think I actually mean it when I tell them my story.

But I'm so glad that today I'm the one sitting down with a candle to celebrate something as stupid as a two year anniversary of me not doing it instead of my parents and friends sitting down at my grave for the two year anniversary of me doing it.

[pbaz7]

SOFT SPOT: CHAPTER 5

paige x azzi

word count: 9.3k

a/n: i’ve probably been slowly writing this chapter over the course of a few days because i randomly wrote here and there on vacation. may have also been a little drunk when writing some of it so bare with me ✨. i think people will like this chapter tho. as always leave any reactions/ thoughts or comments that you can!! thank you for reading.

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It had been about two weeks since the fight, and Paige was finally starting to feel like herself again…Ish. The swelling and cuts were mostly gone and the bruises on her side faded into yellowish marks. The relentless throbbing in her temples had eased a few days and now that she wasn’t grimacing every two seconds or wincing just from opening her eyes, the quiet anger she’d been too sore to entertain was beginning to bubble back up.

With the physical pain not being able to dull her thoughts or distract her anymore the humiliation she seemed to feel was sharper and it pissed her off.

She tried to watch the fight back a few times on different devices. Once with her phone propped up in her room, another in the living room with her remote in hand. Each time her heart started to beat faster every second she watched it and ultimately each attempt ended the same: disgust curling in her gut by the second round, mumbling “What the fuck was that?” to herself before turning it off. She hadn’t made it through the whole thing once yet.

Trying to subside her agitation she spent the last few days in the gym. Even though her body still wasn’t at a hundred percent she couldn’t sit still. Couldn’t let herself marinate in her version of a loss or the thoughts swirling around in her head about the fight. So she kept herself moving. She shadowboxed, hit some of the lighter bags. But seeing herself in the mirror was less forgiving than the fight footage.

She just felt stuck. Agitated. Claustrophobic in her own skin. So she did what any semi-sane person with too much money and not enough distractions would do; made plans to get the hell out of town.

Her fingers hovered over her phone screen for a moment before she typed a text:

Paige [10:47 AM]:

about that date

A few minutes passed before Azzi replied.

Azzi [10:54 AM]:

What about it?

Paige looked at the screen for a second with her thumbs hovering over the screen.

Paige [10:55 AM]:

i wanna take you on one

Azzi’s reply came back faster this time.

Azzi [10:56AM]:

Oh?

Tell me more

Paige smirked at her phone a little, pulling one knee up as she thought through how to present what she wanted to ask.

Paige [10:56 AM]:

you have a few days off before playoffs start right?

Azzi [10:57 AM]:

Yeah. Why?

Paige [10:57 AM]:

how you feel about leaving the state for a first date?

There was a longer pause than before. Then Azzi responded in the way Paige figured she would.

Azzi [10:59 AM]:

Excuse me?

You sure you aren’t still concussed?

Paige [11:00 AM]:

i’m sure

There was a short pause, then another message popped up.

Azzi [11:01 AM]:

Where are we going and for how long?

Paige [11:01 AM]:

pack a bag for two days

Azzi [11:01 AM]:

Okay…what am I packing?

Paige [11:03AM]:

something comfortable, swimsuits, clothes for an actual date

Azzi [11:03 AM]:

Ohh, so leaving the state isn’t the actual date?

Got it

Paige [11:04AM]:

no

i’m not a bum

Azzi [11:05AM]:

I don’t think a bum would take me to a different state under the guise of a first date so no worries

Paige [11:05AM]:

text me when you’re ready

The conversation ended after that.

…

The next thing Azzi knew she was back on a plane. It was the same private plane she’d taken to Paige’s fight a couple of weeks ago but this time, it was just the two of them on it.

The hum of the jet was steady and the cabin was dim. Paige was slouched comfortably in a Essentials sweatsuit with her hood up and her legs stretched out. Her hands were tucked in the pockets of the joggers.

“You got a deal with Essentials or you just hoard every color?”

Paige turned her head towards Azzi, chuckling a little. “Both.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, holding back a smile. “Gotta be cozy to keep secrets?”

Paige raised one of her eyebrows. “What secret?”

Azzi leaned forward putting her chin in her palm. “You know what secret. Where are we going, Narnia?”

Paige chuckled letting out a groan as she stretched, crossing her ankles when she was done. “Somewhere.”

“Oh wow,” Azzi said, completely deadpan. “Thanks, that really clears it up. You’re so generous.”

“I try.”

Azzi tilted her head. “Is it tropical?”

“Do we have tropical states?”

Azzi narrowed her eyes. “Paige.”

Paige grinned a little wider this time. “Bringin’ out the government name now?”

“I always do when I’m not getting what I want,” Azzi said. “And you’re keeping secrets.”

“I’m taking you on a date. Not smuggling you. Just relax.”

Azzi leaned back and Paige thought she finally gave up until she said, “So…is there a lot of sun?”

Paige didn’t answer.

“Water?”

Paige still didn’t answer so Azzi pouted. There was a short pause as Paige just looked at her. Then she sighed and said, “Maybe.”

“You suck.”

Paige shrugged. “You’ll like it.”

“I better. I packed a red bikini.”

Paige’s eyes flicked over to her hearing that. “You tryna threaten me or reward me? M’gettin mixed signals with that statement.”

Azzi grinned. “Depends on how fast you tell me where we’re going.”

Paige stared at her for a moment considering just telling her to end the interrogation but then she just let her head fall back against the seat. “You’re annoying.”

Azzi huffed and decided to leave it alone for now.

For the rest of the plane ride neither of them said much. There was just the sound of the engines. Eventually, Paige closed her eyes again and the tension from earlier slowly drained from her shoulders.

Azzi glanced over and watched her for some time before pulling out her phone and settling into her seat. While Paige slipped into sleep, Azzi worked on a few things she was planning to do before she was met with an impromptu trip. When she was done she sent a quick message to her group chat.

Azzi [4:13 PM]:

Don’t bother me unless someone dies

She glanced over again, catching Paige’s hoodie rising and falling and smiled to herself before turning her screen brightness down and putting her phone away deciding to get some sleep herself.

When the plane touched down, the sky was a muted gray that stretched over the open land. It wasn’t freezing, but it was colder than what Azzi expected after being told to bring a swimsuit. Cool enough to make her grateful when Paige pulled her hoodie over her head and handed it to her.

The drive from the airport had long stretches of trees and winding back roads that offered a silence and the kind of stillness you couldn’t find in the city. Eventually, the car rolled into a gravel driveway that opened to a wide clearing.

Azzi stepped out of the car first, her shoes crunching against the stones. “Okay…this is definitely not what I expected.”

Paige led her toward the entrance, carrying both of their bags like it was second nature. “That a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Definitely not bad.”

Just beyond the tree-lined driveway was a more modern cabin. It had floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over a glassy lake. The water stretched endlessly and was framed by trees that swayed gently in with the breeze; some starting to lose their leaves. The cabin itself had high wood-beamed ceilings, an open layout on the first floor, soft light coming from the large windows. When they stepped through the front door, it smelled like cedar and fresh linen, like someone was doing laundry earlier in the day and it was warm from pre-set heat.

Azzi’s eyes wandered past the living room, through the back windows. She saw a hot tub on the deck overlooking the lake and just below that, an infinity pool with a perfect view of the water beyond the cabin.

She blinked at Paige in confusion despite how impressed she was. “Where are we?”

“Minnesota,” Paige answered plainly, dropping the bags by the stairs.

Azzi gave her a look. “Yes, thank you captain obvious. I meant here.”

“Family cabin,” she said, laughing a little. “It was one of the first things I bought cause it helps me stay connected to home.”

Azzi looked around again, this time a little slower with the new information. Everything about the layout felt purposeful. It was warm, quiet, had touches of Paige’s personal life tucked into each corner. “So this is like a special place?”

Paige gave a small shrug, like it wasn’t a big deal. “Guess so.”

Azzi folded her arms, her eyes sweeping across the cabin one more time before looking back at Paige. “Kinda crazy for a first date.”

“Don’t get a big head,” Paige mumbled. “Just didn’t want you thinking I was a sore loser who couldn’t follow through on a bet before I left LA.”

Azzi scoffed, walking slowly toward the windows. “Righttt. So you text me on a Thursday morning, tell me to pack a bag, fly me halfway across the country…to your family’s cabin...just to settle a bet?”

Paige looked at her for a moment, Her expression giving nothing away. Then, without answering, she chuckled a little and moved toward the kitchen. “You want something to drink?” she said over her shoulder.

Azzi shook her head, smiling despite her best effort. “Unbelievable.”

Paige’s voice floated back. “I got wine. All the wine you could think of probably. Tequila, beer, some tea I think.”

Azzi trailed into the kitchen. “Wine is fine.”

Paige glanced over her shoulder. “You got a preference?”

Azzi leaned her hip against the counter. “Surprise me like you’ve been doing all day.”

Paige shook her head, the corner of her mouth twitching up as she reached for a bottle of Chardonnay. “You’re annoying.”

“You’ll grow to love it.”

Paige didn’t respond, just pulled two glasses down from the cabinet. The soft clink of glass echoed slightly in the kitchen as she sat them on the counter. She uncorked the bottle and poured a generous amount into both glasses.

Azzi watched her do all of this, still half in disbelief that this was real. Paige handing her a glass of wine. In Minnesota. At her family’s cabin that she willingly .

“So…” Azzi said, raising her glass a little. “To first dates that start with mystery texts and end in the woods…?”

Paige tapped her glass lightly against Azzi’s. “Don’t make it weird.”

Azzi grinned saying, “Too late,” before taking a sip of the Chardonnay.

After a sip of her drink, Paige nodded toward the rest of the house. “Come on, I’ll show you around before it gets too dark.”

Azzi followed her through the cabin, their footsteps being heard against the wooden floors. The place was new but somehow gave off a rustic vibe with its vaulted ceilings and thick wooden beams. Paige moved through the house without thinking much, clearly familiar with the space.

They passed the open kitchen and a den before Paige led Azzi up the stairs and down a hallway. “Couple bedrooms down here. This one’s mine,” she said, tapping on the door. “You can pick whichever room…or you know, whatever.”

Azzi raised her eyebrow, pausing with her wine glass mid-sip. “Whatever?”

Paige cleared her throat. “Just pick a room.”

Azzi smirked. “Mmm, okay.”

Paige didn’t take the bait, just turned and kept walking, opening another door and motioning lazily. “Bathroom’s here. There’s another one in one of the guest rooms and there’s one downstairs too. Shower sucks in that one for some reason though.”

They kept walking through the cabin, the comfort between them a little easier than any other time they’ve been together. Azzi brushed her hand along a wooden railing, admiring the space as they walked. “You’re definitely looking less wincey than last week when I saw you.”

Paige chuckled at the word. “I’m still sore in the mornings,” she admitted. “But my head doesn’t feel like shit anymore, so...progress.”

Azzi nodded. “That’s good.”

Paige glanced back at her. “You good?”

Azzi shrugged one shoulder. “Just trying to stay in game shape. First round’s in a few days. Should be easy though.”

Paige gave her a look. “Don’t jinx yourself.”

Azzi held up her free hand. “Alright, knock on wood.”

They stepped onto the back deck, the cool air wrapping around them. The lake was beautiful up close. String lights were wrapped around the wooden beams and they twinkled overhead, casting a hue across the deck.

Paige gestured with her glass. “Not bad, right?”

Azzi gave a small smile. “Not bad at all.”

Paige leaned on the railing next to her, the moment stretching just enough as Azzi looked out towards the lake before Paige said, “Come on. One more thing.”

She led Azzi down a set of steps and around the side of the cabin to a small building tucked against the tree line. She pushed open the door and flipped on the lights to reveal another fully-equipped home gym. Punching bags, racks, mirrors, everything Paige needed to get through a workout. It was simpler than her one back in LA, but it was clearly still made custom to what Paige needed.

Azzi smiled a little. “Okay, so this is probably where you’d disappear to if you decided to ghost for a few days.”

Paige grinned. “I had it added last year. I needed somewhere quiet to train without being bothered all the time.”

Azzi walked in fully, her eyes scanning the space. “It’s very you.”

Paige smirked. “Is that a compliment?”

Azzi looked over her shoulder. “Depends. You gonna train on our date?”

Paige tilted her head. “Mmm. Depends on if you’ll join me.”

Azzi laughed, walking back toward her. “I’ll think about it.”

By the time they made it back into the main cabin, the sun had dipped lower and it cast shadows through the trees and turned the lake a deep slate-blue color. Paige kicked off her shoes by the door and moved around the kitchen casually, topping off both their wine glasses before sliding one toward Azzi.

Azzi took hers with a quiet “thanks,” sipping as she leaned against the counter. Azzi didn’t even last five minutes before her eyes drifted toward the stairs that led back out to the gym. “I actually kinda wanna workout now.”

Paige raised an eyebrow as she sipped her wine. “Of course you do.”

Azzi smiled. “Only today though, tomorrow I won’t touch the gym if you don’t want me to.”

Paige gave a small grin, setting her glass down. “Alright. I’ll change.”

It didn’t take long for both of them to change and meet in the gym. Azzi had pulled her hair into a bun, already thinking about what she was going to do as she scrolled through her playlists and laid out some resistance bands. Paige was moving more slowly, stretching out her shoulder before wrapping her hands and putting on gloves before moving toward the heavy bag.

The space filled with the music from Azzi’s phone that she connected to the gym speaker. Azzi moved through a circuit. Some jump rope to start and warm herself up. She barely seemed to notice the time as she zoned into her workout.

Meanwhile, Paige worked the bag with a slower rhythm, testing her body, finding where the soreness still lingered and where it didn’t.

“Your form’s terrible today,” Azzi teased mid-lunge.

Paige laughed a little. “Thanks, coach.”

They shared a small grin before both of them returned to their workouts.

The whole workout passed like that. There was light conversation here and there, a comment tossed between sets, a playful insult when one of them slowed down. But mostly, they worked in tandem, both of them comfortable in the silence as they worked on their craft. It was the kind of peace only two athletes could understand as they both let the world fall away in a home gym in Minnesota.

Azzi slowed down eventually, her last round of the circuit tapering into stretches as her focus drifted across the gym. Paige was still at the bag, each of her hits landing cleaner than they were when she first started.

Azzi leaned back on her palms, letting her breathing settle as she watched.

There was something almost hypnotic about watching her. Paige’s shoulder blades were flexing underneath her sports bra and the controlled rotation of her core was visible as she pivoted through each punch. Her arms were glistening and every once in a while she exhaled just loud enough for Azzi to bring her attention back to her. Sweat slid down her neck and traced the lines of her back beneath the fabric of her bra.

Azzi found herself staring for who knows how long. Eventually she stepped back from the bag for a moment to shake out her arms, and her eyes drifted over and she caught Azzi watching and raised an eyebrow. “You wanna try?”

Azzi blinked out of her daze, a little caught off guard. “Me?”

Paige nodded, already walking toward the shelf where she kept extra gloves and wraps. “Unless you’re just gonna sit there drooling.”

Azzi scoffed. “I was not staring.”

Paige didn’t even turn around. “Right.”

Azzi stood up slowly, wiping her hands on her thighs. “I’ve never even thrown a punch.”

Paige glanced over her shoulder. “You probably couldn’t have a better teacher then princess.”

Azzi hesitated, rolling her lips together. “Promise you won’t laugh?”

Paige turned around holding wrap and gloves. “Scout’s honor.”

Azzi eyed her, skeptically. “I’m almost 100% sure you were never a scout.”

Paige shrugged. “Still counts.”

That earned a reluctant smile from Azzi as she walked over. “Alright. Let’s see what the hype’s about.”

Paige gestured for her to sit on the bench while she knelt in front of her. “Left hand first.”

Azzi held it out and watched silently as Paige began wrapping her hand. Her fingers were warm as she worked the wrap around Azzi’s hand and despite the teasing, Paige’s touch was careful, almost gentle, as she checked for tightness and comfort as she went.

“You nervous?” Paige said without looking up.

Azzi tilted her head. “Little bit.”

Paige glanced up with a faint grin. “Don’t be. I’ll go easy on you.”

Azzi just smiled at that as Paige continued to wrap Azzi’s hands. When she was done she slid the gloves on for her, tightening the straps just enough to be snug but comfortable. Once she was done, she sat back lifting her eyes.

“Good?”

Azzi nodded, holding her hands up awkwardly.

Paige smiled at her, rising to her feet. “Alright. Over here.”

She nodded toward one of the lighter bags, and Azzi followed her even though her movements were a bit hesitant. Paige motioned for her to square up when she got in front of the bag.

“Ight put your feet about shoulder-width apart,” she said, circling behind her. “Back foot slightly turned out. Yeah—like that.”

Azzi adjusted, and Paige stepped closer.

“Bring your hands up,” Paige said, tapping gently beneath Azzi’s elbows. “Higher. To protect your face.”

Azzi tried and her form was stiff. Paige chuckled under her breath before reaching out to nudge her arms into place.

“Here relax your shoulders,” she said, fingertips brushing over Azzi’s shoulder blades as she softened the tension there. “You’re not about to fight a bear. It’s just a bag, it won’t hit you back.”

Azzi huffed out a quiet laugh. “Feels like I’m bracing for war.”

Paige moved around to Azzi’s side, resting her palm lightly on her lower back. “You’re a hooper. You know how to move your body. Think of this as new muscle memory.”

Azzi gave her a sideways look. “Didn’t know you were gonna whisper sweet encouragements in my ear.”

Paige ignored Azzi trying to flirt but her mouth twitched. “You want to learn or not?”

Azzi smirked. “I’m listening, coach.”

Paige rolled her eyes but stayed close. “Throw a light jab with your dominant hand. Just test it out.”

Azzi did, and the glove landed against the bag with a gentle thud. Paige nodded. “Not bad. Do it again.”

Azzi reset her stance and this time it looked like she had a little more confidence as she threw another jab. The sound of her glove against the bag was harder, but Paige tilted her head slightly, trying to figure out the best advice to give her.

“You’re not bad,” Paige said, stepping in. “You’re throwing with just your arm though. You gotta turn into it. Use your hips, your shoulders. The power’s not going to be in the punch itself, it’s in the movement.”

Azzi gave her a confused look over her shoulder. “What does that even mean Paige?”

Paige sighed, a small smirk tugging at her lips. “C’mere.”

Before Azzi could respond, Paige was behind her with one of her hands resting gently on Azzi’s hip, the other on her upper arm.

“Alright,” Paige mumbled, her voice suddenly much closer to Azzi’s ear. “When you go to jab, turn this,” she said, nudging Azzi’s hip lightly, “just a little, like this.” She moved with her, guiding her body through the motion. Her chest brushed against Azzi’s back, and the space between them all but disappeared as Paige tried to show her what to do. Azzi blinked, suddenly hyper-aware of the rhythm of Paige’s breath behind her, the weight of her hands, how still everything else felt.

Paige didn’t seem fazed in the slightest, her voice stayed even the entire time. “See? It’s not a huge movement. You just need enough rotation to transfer your weight. That’s where the power comes from.”

Azzi nodded, but it was distracted. “Uh-huh. Got it,” she mumbled, even though it clearly sounded a little dazed.

Paige paused just long enough to notice, her eyes moving towards Azzi’s face. “You good, or did I break you or something?”

Azzi let out a breathy laugh. “I’m good. It’s just the unsolicited back hugs. Kinda distracting.”

Paige grinned, stepping back slightly to give her space. “Focus.”

Azzi turned her head, her brown eyes meeting Paige’s over her shoulder. “I’m trying.”

There was a lingering look between them. Then Paige nodded toward the bag again.

“Show me.”

Azzi threw a few more punches with her eyebrows slightly furrowed in concentration. The impact on the bag wasn’t perfect, but it was getting cleaner. Paige stood a few feet away with her arms crossed, watching her the entire time.

“Better,” she said, nodding. “But drop your shoulder a little—yeah, right there. Keep your chin tucked too. You’re not tryin’ to get hit if this was a real person remember?”

Azzi exhaled, adjusting, then threw a few more punches. She pulled back, glancing at Paige, searching for her expression.

Paige raised an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth twitching. “I don’t know. I might need to get you in the cage soon.”

Azzi laughed, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet. “Relax. I just figured out how to throw a punch.”

Paige walked closer to her. “Mmhm. I can’t tell, definitely got me feeling some typa way.”

Azzi blinked. “Excuse me?”

Before she could say more, Paige was behind her again, her hand gently skimming down Azzi’s arm under the guise of adjusting the position of her glove.

“I’m just saying,” Paige said, her mouth unironically warm by Azzi’s ear. “Feels like you doing some of this on purpose. Like you know somebody watching or somethin.”

Azzi’s breath caught in her throat a little bit, from the words, how Paige’s fingers lingered and from the slight press of her body into Azzi's again.

Azzi turned her head toward Paige, her smirk returning once she gathered herself. “And are you?”

Paige’s lips quirked as she squinted her eyes at Azzi a little. “Always.” Then she stepped away again, nodding toward the bag like she hadn’t just said what she said. “Alright, again.”

Azzi shook her head, smiling as she squared up again. “You’re ridiculous.”

Paige just shrugged. “Little bit.”

Azzi threw a few more punches and the sound of the gloves hitting the bag echoed through the gym, more rhythmic and steady this time around. Paige leaned against the wall that was nearby watching her closely.

“You’re still kinda stiff. Relax your shoulders.” She stepped forward, her hand grazing Azzi’s bicep before sliding down to adjust her elbow. “And bend just a little more in your knees.”

Azzi glanced back over her shoulder. “You sure this isn’t just an excuse to touch me?”

Paige didn’t even blink. “Would that be a bad thing?”

Azzi faltered again for half a second before she looked away, resetting her stance with a soft laugh. Paige smiled to herself, stepping back behind her.

“Okay, try it again.”

Azzi did and this time she got more hits in before Paige spoke up.

“You wanna remember to keep this hand a little higher, protect your face, remember?” Paige said.

“Feels like I should be paying you for this lesson.”

Paige chuckled. “Nah, first one’s free.”

Azzi shifted into the motion, punching the bag again, this time with a little more power. The sound made Paige nod in approval.

“There she is,” Paige murmured.

Azzi turned her head, catching Paige’s eye over her shoulder. “Guess it just depends on the coach.”

Paige smiled. “Good answer.”

They held eye contact before Paige stepped back, giving Azzi her space again. “Alright, again. Let’s see if the muscle memory sticks.”

They stayed in the gym for maybe thirty more minutes, the time passing without either of them really noticing. Paige kept her word. No laughing the entire time, not even when Azzi’s punch slipped a little and sent her stumbling forward into the bag. She caught herself, mumbling something under her breath, but Paige just walked over, nodding like it was no big deal.

“Keep your weight a little more balanced,” she said, crouching slightly to tap at Azzi’s back foot with her own. “You’re leaning too far forward.”

Azzi reset, adjusted, and went again, and with the slight adjustment her movements were cleaner. Paige watched her with a glint of quiet pride in her eyes, offering occasional comments. “Better…Don’t forget your guard…There you go. That one felt good, huh?”

Of course, it wasn’t all business. Azzi couldn’t help but toss a few comments in, especially when Paige came behind her again to adjust something miniscule. “You sure this is standard coaching?” Paige just hid her smile and said, “Nah this for special clients.”

Azzi rolled her eyes at Paige’s tone, but kept swinging.

By the time they wrapped up, both of them were a little flushed, sweaty, and grinning slightly for completely different reasons. Paige pulled off Azzi’s gloves for her and unwrapped her hands while Azzi stretched out her arms, exhaling hard.

“Okay, I get why you’re so into this now,” Azzi said, redoing her bun that had fallen a little too much. “Kinda makes you feel like a badass.”

Paige gave her a quiet laugh. “Told you.”

“You were right.”

“I usually am.”

Azzi nudged her. “Don’t push it.”

Paige smirked but didn’t say anything back. They lingered in silence while Paige finished unwrapping Azzi’s hands.

When she was done Azzi asked, “Hot tub now?”

Paige wiped the sweat off of her face with a towel. “Thought you’d never ask. Lemme hop in the shower first tho.”

Azzi took her time in the shower, letting the hot water soothe her muscles after the impromptu workout. By the time she made her way back into the living room, her hair was damp on the ends and pulled into another loose bun. She walked barefoot toward the kitchen, where she saw Paige at the counter with her head bowed slightly.

Azzi tilted her head. “I didn’t know you smoked.”

Paige glanced up, the flicker of a grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Occasionally.”

Azzi hummed, leaning on the counter with her elbows, watching her break the buds into the paper. “What’s occasionally? Like, once a week? After every workout? Only when you drag someone across the country?”

Paige chuckled under her breath, her eyes going back to her hands. “More like...when I feel like I earned it. So…rare.”

Azzi smirked, but her eyes were trained on Paige’s lips and the way they parted slightly as she rolled. Her tongue flicked to wet the paper and Azzi caught herself staring. Everything Paige was doing was slow and perfectly in place. Too slow, maybe, because Azzi’s brain had gone a little quiet as she watched.

“You smoke?” Paige asked without looking up.

Azzi didn’t answer right away. She was still watching, a little dazed as Paige’s mouth twisted and sealed the end.

“Azzi.”

The way Paige said her name snapped her out of it.

“Huh? Oh.” Azzi blinked quickly, standing up straighter. “What?”

Paige exhaled slowly, moving her eyes up to meet Azzi’s. “I said, do you smoke?”

Azzi cleared her throat, trying to act casual. “Not often, no. But...I mean, I could be convinced.”

Paige let out a laugh, moving her eyes back to the j. “We’ll see,” she said before flicking the lighter against the paper to finish sealing it. She held it up like a promise, then stood and nodded toward the patio doors. “Come on.”

Azzi grabbed the nearly-finished bottle of wine from the fridge and two more glasses from the cabinet, before she followed Paige outside. The sliding glass door opened with a soft creak, letting in the cool bite of a September night in Minnesota. It wasn’t frigid yet but the air was crisp enough to make the steam rising from the bubbling jacuzzi seem like a heavenly invitation.

Paige stepped in first, letting out a long exhale as the heat traced up her skin. She sank back against the edge, spread her arms to the side, and tilted her head just slightly to take it all in. Her hoodie and sweats were gone now, replaced by a black bikini top that contrasted against the paleness of her skin. Strands of her blonde hair curling slightly at the ends as they touched the water.

Azzi set the wine and glasses down with a clink on the edge of the jacuzzi, her fingers brushing her thigh as she stepped up onto the jacuzzi’s edge. She caught the way Paige’s blue eyes followed her unashamed. She didn’t look away once, even as Azzi sank into the water across from her, letting the heat settle over her skin.

For a moment, Paige watched her. Not saying much of anything. Once again like she was trying to figure Azzi out, or like she had already figured Azzi out and was trying to figure out what to do with the information.

Azzi raised her eyebrow after a while of Paige just staring and not saying anything, a soft smile on her lips as she said, “Good?”

Paige gave her a subtle nod, her jaw ticking slightly as the steam curled around her face. The warmth from the porch lights reflected in her blue eyes making them look even softer than usual, but her expression stayed unreadable.

Azzi tilted her head, still smiling out of shyness a little, “What’re you looking at?”

“You.”

Azzi let out a soft, “hm” at that, before she turned to pour the wine to distract herself from the light butterflies in her stomach. Her smile lingered as she reached for the bottle, but her eyes drifted back once, just quick enough to catch Paige lighting the blunt, her lips pulling from it effortlessly like she’d done it hundreds of times before. The faint glow from the cherry lit up the sharp lines of her face. She leaned back slightly, tipping her head to the stars as the smoke curled up from her lips.

It was honestly unfair how good she looked all the time. It was in the kind of way Azzi had no defense against. Like the brown haired girl wasn’t used to being this attracted to a person, let alone for such an extended period of time.

Paige took another pull then glanced back over, catching Azzi watching her again. “You just gonna stare or…?”

Azzi rolled her eyes, handing her a glass of wine before accepting the blunt Paige was oddering. She took it, her fingers brushing Paige’s just slightly in the process. “Getting me crossed on the first date?” she teased as she brought it to her lips.

Paige chuckled, her eyes already becoming a little low. “This isn’t the date.”

Azzi raised her eyebrow, inhaling again before passing it back. “No?”

“Nah,” Paige said. “Promise I’mma take you on one tomorrow, though. Don’t trip.”

Azzi leaned back with her wine glass in hand. “Who said I’m tripping?”

Paige laughed again, taking a second pull before passing it back. “Just a phrase, princess.”

The whir of the jacuzzi filled the silence of the night air, bubbles breaking the surface in gentle bursts. A cool breeze swept in from the lake, but the warm water countered the chill, steam rising in tendrils into the air. The light blue glow of the jacuzzi lights gave everything a softer hue.

Paige leaned back, stretching her arms along the ledge behind her. Blue eyes were half-lidded as she watched the way Azzi brought the blunt to her lips.

“You roll good,” Azzi murmured as she exhaled before she passed it back.

Paige grinned. “What, you thought I was gonna be bad at this too?”

Azzi smiled, swirling her condensation wine glass. “Nah. I’m just surprised you’re not more of a control freak about how I’m pulling it.”

“I’m healing,” Paige said dryly, taking a hit. The smoke curled up around her face, catching in the blue light, softening her features.

Azzi watched her a second before reaching for the joint again to distract herself. “You ever bring anyone else here?”

Paige shook her head, eyes still on her. “Outside of my family? Nope. Just you.”

Azzi raised her eyebrow, lifting the glass to her lips to hide the involuntary smile that was growing. “Hm. Should I feel special or concerned at how easy it was to get you to invite me here?”

“Both,” Paige said with a crooked smile as she took a long pull. “Balance, right?”

They settled into a comfortable rhythm. Smoke, sip, tease, repeat. Their conversations drifted from music to movies to random memories, the kind of stuff that didn’t need full context to laugh at. The night stretched on intimately as the warm water wrapped around them in contrast to the sky above that was wide open.

When the blunt burned down to the end, the last of its embers dimmed as Azzi flicked it into the nearby ashtray Paige had set on the edge. She let her head fall back as her eyes scanned the dark silhouettes of trees surrounding the cabin, the sky above streaked with stars she could never see in the city. The moment was peaceful in a way she wasn’t used to. There was nothing urgent tonight, nothing loud. Just a simple calmness in a Minnesota cabin with a blonde girl who somehow made her mind calm and chaotic at the same time.

Across from her, Paige looked like she belonged in this kind of silence. Her head was tilted back too, her eyes closed, arms stretched casually over the ledge behind her, her expression looked relaxed and her skin glistened with the mix of steam, wine and whatever haze lingered between them.

Azzi's gaze lingered on her. She took in the slope of her jaw, the flutter of her long lashes, the relaxed set of her usually clenched mouth. She wasn’t sure how long she stared before she finally said, quietly, “Paige.”

Without opening her eyes, Paige replied, “Hm?”

Azzi hesitated, exhaling softly through her nose. She didn’t want a half-aware hum. She wanted her attention more than usual. So she pushed herself up and moved slowly through the water until she was in front of her.

The movement caused ripples that lapped at Paige’s skin. Azzi stood in front of her, directly in front of one of the lights that cast a glow across her curves. “Look at me,” she said.

Paige’s eyes slowly opened. They were rimmed in red from the wine and the weed, as she processed how close Azzi was. Her gaze swept over Azzi’s long curls, some of them damp as they framing her face. She looked at the water glistening on her collarbone, the way the wet red bikini clung to her skin, the quiet confidence in the way she stood directly in front of her. This was probably the longest Paige had ever looked at Azzi and she shamelessly let her eyes travel across every portion of the girl in front of her.

Azzi tilted her head, catching the weight of the look in Paige’s eye. “Why you looking at me like that?”

Paige’s lips twitched. “You told me to.”

That made Azzi smile as she moved forward again, now standing between Paige’s legs that naturally opened to make room for her.

“You always do what you’re told?” Azzi asked, lowering her voice on purpose as her eyes met Paige’s.

Paige looked her up and down again, not bothering to hide the way her gaze lingered on her chest, on the silver piece of jewelry resting near her belly button. Her voice was quiet when she answered. “Depends who’s telling me.”

Azzi quirked her head to the side at this. “If it’s me?”

Paige didn’t look away from her. “Then maybe.”

Azzi let a beat pass between them before taking a small step closer, her thighs brushing Paige’s. “Only maybe?”

Paige’s eyes dropped to her mouth for a second, then back up. Her voice dropped too, a little raspier now as she said, “You gotta earn the ‘always’ from me.”

Azzi huffed out a soft laugh, tilting her head as if she was considering that information. “That right?”

Paige nodded once. “Mhm.”

There was silence between them again. This version was thick, more intimate than their stretches of silence usually are. The water bubbled against them, steam curling upward making the moment seem...warmer. They were close enough to feel each other’s breath, their intoxication slowing everything down, making it heavier.

Azzi's hands moved beneath the water, her warm fingers gliding over Paige’s forearms before gently guiding her hands to her waist. Paige’s grip settled there naturally, her thumbs brushed over Azzi’s skin as she invited her closer with a soft pull.

Azzi let her legs drift, slotting herself against Paige until she was nearly straddling her in the water, knees brushing each side of Paige’s body. Her arms came up, looping around Paige’s neck, her wet fingertips tracing the damp edges of her hair. Neither of them still not offering any words.

The only sounds were the bubbling of the jacuzzi and the occasional noise of a grasshopper in the woods around the house.

Azzi leaned in slightly, keeping her eyes on Paige’s. All of her movements were slow, partly from the intoxication, partly from giving Paige time. Permission. An out if she didn’t want her in this way.

But Paige didn’t move away, contrarily Azzi noticed the way her gaze dropped to her lips, lingering there as she moved closer.

So Azzi closed the distance, her lips brushing Paige’s in a kiss that was slow, but not in a way that was hesitant. They just weren’t rushing, just the slowness of two people feeling out something new and inevitable. Paige’s hands held her waist while Azzi kissed her like she’d been waiting to, like she was learning the shape of her mouth, the rhythm of her breath.

The kiss deepened slightly, but stayed gentle, their lips moving in sync, intoxication softening the edges of everything around them, making them more attuned to the moment, to what they were feeling. Allowing the kiss to melt into something fuller, their mouths parting just enough for breaths to hitch and warmth to spill between them. Paige’s grip on Azzi’s waist tightened slightly, when Azzi tugged on her lip softly, but it wasn’t possessive. It was careful in a way that caught Azzi off guard.

For someone who fought for a living, Paige’s touch was unexpectedly soft. Her hands held Azzi like she might break her, her thumbs tracing gentle circles along her hips beneath the water. Azzi had expected heat and intensity the first time she got Paige like this. And it was there but it was wrapped in a kind of reverence that made her stomach flutter. The feeling had her in heaven but sick to her stomach at the same time from the feelings drifting from deep in her chest to her brain.

Azzi felt like Paige was kissing her like she was learning her mouth by heart. Each tilt of her head, each brush of her tongue was gradual but still somehow reflected the want she felt. Azzi responded in kind, one hand moving to tangle in the damp strands of Paige’s hair, the other still looped loosely behind her neck as she pressed a little closer, the water gently rocking around them at the movement.

They stayed like that for a while, tangled in each other, kissing like they had all the time in the world.

Azzi’s lips parted from Paige’s just barely, her breath ghosting over pale wet skin as she trailed soft kisses down the line of Paige’s jaw and to the curve of her neck. Paige’s eyes fluttered closed again, tipping her head back as her arms stretched out along the edge of the jacuzzi, giving Azzi full access to her exposed skin—silent permission to keep going.

Azzi smiled against Paige’s skin, her lips brushing the slope of her neck as she whispered, “You enjoying yourself?”

Paige let out a low hum. “Mmhmm.”

Azzi kept her lips moving slowly, before she pulled back just enough to look at her. “Good. But just so you know,” she added playfully, eyes flicking to Paige’s that had opened, “I don’t sleep with people on the first date. So don’t get any ideas.”

Paige couldn't help the smirk that formed, her eyes barely open as she looked up at Azzi. “That’s funny. I thought you wanted to sleep with me the first day we met.”

Azzi laughed against Paige’s skin, her lips brushing along her collarbone as she started to kiss her neck again. “That so?”

“Yup.”

Azzi pulled back again, just enough to glance at her with raised eyebrows, hands still loosely wrapped around Paige’s neck. “What gave you that impression?”

“Maybe all the eye-fucking you were doing from the bench before I was even introduced to you.”

Azzi scoffed, a disbelieving laugh coming out of her as she pressed her forehead to Paige’s shoulder thinking about it. “No I wasn’t.”

Paige tilted her head, smiling wider now. “Sure.”

Azzi smiled against her skin again, biting back her next laugh—because she kind of was now that she thought about it further.

Azzi lingered there for a beat, forehead resting against Paige’s shoulder, her breath warming her skin as she forced the warmth from the tips of her ears. Her fingers lightly traced over Paige’s collarbone, nails dragging just faintly against the skin. “You’re really full of yourself, huh?”

Paige’s hands slipped lower on Azzi’s waist beneath the water. “Just calling it how I saw it.”

Azzi tilted her head inwards, her mouth barely an inch from Paige’s jaw deciding to flip the script. “What are you seeing right now?” she whispered as her lips ghosted her skin but not quite kissing it.

Paige’s breath caught subtly, Azzi wouldn’t have noticed if Paige’s hands didn’t tighten slightly on her waist. “Feelin a lot more than I’m seeing.”

Azzi grinned, then kissed her again, deeper this time, a touch needier. There was still that slow intoxicated rhythm to it, but now it simmered with more tension. Azzi shifted in the water, straddling Paige properly, her body pressing in just enough to make them both feel it.

Paige’s hands slid up from her waist to the curve of her lower back, holding her in place. Her lips were soft. Patient in a way but leading them at the same time, coaxing Azzi to give more, as Azzi’s fingers threaded through the back of her damp hair, her hips instinctively rolling just once before she caught herself and pulled back slightly with a breathless laugh.

“Easy,” she whispered, resting her forehead against Paige’s again.

“I’m not doing anything,” Paige said, as she smiled a little, showing the amusement mixed in with her desire.

“Your hands are saying otherwise.”

Paige smirked, her fingers gliding back down to Azzi’s hips under the water. “Don’t matter. You didn’t sleep with people on the first date, remember.”

Azzi smiled at this. “This isn’t the date, remember? Makes things a little hazy”

Paige leaned in, brushing her lips along Azzi’s jaw, clearly distracted as she mumbleed. “Then what rules do I gotta follow?”

Azzi exhaled softly, her eyes fluttering shut as Paige’s lips hovered over the sensitive spot beneath her ear. “Shhh,” she whispered, one hand sliding into Paige’s hair as she guided her mouth lower, pressing Paige’s lips to the sensitive part of her neck.

Paige obliged, her lips finding Azzi’s pulse point as Azzi tilted her head to the side, giving her more to work with. She melted into it, her breath catching every so often as Paige’s mouth moved slowly, tracing Azzi’s pulse points with her tongue and teeth. When Paige bit down gently Azzi rocked further into her, a soft sound catching in her throat.

Each time Azzi rolled her hips closer, grinding against Paige she felt the perfect amount of pressure that was only heightened when Paige helped her press down further causing the water to lap around them.

They repeated this for nearly ten minutes. Azzi’s body straddled Paige’s, her fingers drawing patterns over her shoulders as she pushed herself into the blonde. Paige’s hands stayed low on Azzi’s back, then drifted lower when she sensed Azzi getting a little needier, her fingers playing idly with the string of her red bikini bottoms beneath the water. The way she toyed with the string was intentional. She was teasing Azzi but staying patient, waiting for the girl on her lap to make whatever decision she wanted.

Azzi felt the tension coiling in her stomach, breaking the kiss and hovering her lips near Paige’s ear. She was about to tell her breathily to take it off but then Paige’s phone buzzed against the ledge behind them.

Azzi stilled but Paige didn’t even lift her head from Azzi’s neck. “Ignore it.”

Azzi easily gave in, leaning back in to kiss her again, her mouth finding Paige’s. Paige slipped one hand up to cradle the back of Azzi’s neck and pulled her closer.

But then the phone rang again and for some reason in this moment it seemed louder…more insistent than usual.

Azzi laughed against Paige’s lips, pulling back to look at her as Paige chased her a little. “You sure I’m the one who was thirsty?” she teased.

Paige tilted her head back, closed her eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. “Unreal.”

Azzi smiled softly as she slid her hands down Paige’s chest and gave one last lingering kiss to the corner of her mouth before whispering, “Good night, Paige.”

Paige opened her eyes just as Azzi stepped out of the jacuzzi, steam curling around her silhouette in the cool air. Paige watched her go with her lips parted.

And the fucking phone was still ringing.

Paige let out a long sigh as she reluctantly snatched it off the ledge and swiped to answer when she saw the name Cam glowing across the screen. “What.”

“Hi to you too, grumpy.”

Paige leaned her head back again, the steam from the jacuzzi curling around her face as she exhaled, clearly annoyed. “What, Cam?”

“I was just checking on you. I hadn’t heard from you in a few days.”

Paige’s tone was dry. “I’m alive.”

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, then Cam asked, “What are you doing?”

Paige groaned at the pointless conversation, “You cockblocked me.”

There was a beat of silence before Cam burst into laughter. “What?!”

Paige pinched the bridge of her nose, her patience wearing thin. “Do you need something Cameron?”

Cam hummed dramatically. “I don’t know…maybe just to hear my annoying sister’s voice.”

That pulled a soft chuckle out of Paige as she ran a hand through her damp hair and shifted her weight in the water. “Hi, Cam.”

She could hear the grin on Cam’s face through the phone as she said, “There we go.”

There was a brief pause before Cam’s tone turned curious. “So...who ya with?”

Paige snorted. “Mind your business.”

Cam gasped. “I’m almost 100% sure it’s Azzi so you might as well tell me.”

“What makes you say that?”

“She texted the group chat and told us all to leave her alone unless somebody died. That was like...six hours ago.”

Paige couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her lips as she leaned her head back against the ledge again. “Hm.”

The two of them talked a bit more, Cam giving her updates on Ben and her mom’s latest antics, Paige tossed in a few dry comments here and there to entertain Cam.

Mid-conversation, Paige’s eyes drifted up toward the second floor of the cabin and she saw Azzi moving past the window before pausing when she saw Paige looking. Her hair was pulled over one shoulder as she looked down at Paige.

Paige smirked as she tilted her head, silently inviting Azzi back downstairs with a playful look in her eyes.

Azzi arched an eyebrow.

Paige gave her best version of a pout, mouthing please.

Azzi rolled her eyes, her lips twitching at the corners before she exaggeratedly mouthed, no and walked away.

Paige sighed, but the smirk never left her face as Cam kept talking in her ear.

…

Much later that night, Azzi was in bed, restlessly kicking at the sheets. The air in the room she picked felt too warm and no matter how many times she flipped her pillow or changed positions, she couldn’t get comfortable. Her body felt tense…unsettled in a way she couldn’t just ignore to fall asleep. She was uncomfortable and needy.

With a frustrated sigh, she pushed the covers off and sat up. The silence of the large cabin settled around her and it was broken by the creak of floorboards as she walked barefoot down the stairs. The dim lighting from the moon spilled in through the large windows lighting up the open space just enough for her to see. She walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass, filling it with cold water from the fridge.

She stood there a moment, sipping slowly, trying to calm herself down. Her eyes drifted to the sky outside. It was clear and scattered with more stars than she could count. She ran a hand up her neck, exhaling through her nose before pulling her shirt over her head, revealing a thin tank top that clung to her skin. Her small pajama shorts rode high on her thighs, and she tugged at the waistband out of habit as she redid her messy bun, a few stubborn curls falling loose around her face.

For a few minutes, she tried to focus on the quietness, on her breathing, on the cool glass against her lips but it didn’t work. Eventually, she gave up.

Setting her glass down on the counter with a soft clink, she turned and moved through the hall. Her knuckles hovered over Paige’s door for just a second before she knocked.

Paige heard the knock and stirred, blinking slowly as she registered the sound. She groaned softly, pushing the covers off and rubbing at her face before swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. Her body moved on autopilot as she moved across the room and opened the door still half-asleep.

Azzi stood there, her silhouette illuminated by the moonlight spilling in from down the hall. Paige blinked, her sleepy eyes scanning down the thin tank top clinging to Azzi’s body and the pajama shorts that left little to the imagination.

Paige blinked again, slower this time. “…Wassup? You good?” she asked, her voice rough from sleep.

Azzi shifted her weight, her lips pressing together for a second. “I’m hot,” she said simply, then added, “and I can’t sleep.”

Paige raised her eyebrows, a slow smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth as she tilted her head at Azzi’s choice of words. But she didn’t say anything, just stepped aside, opening the door further. “Come in.”

Azzi hesitated for a moment at the threshold as Paige moved back into the room. The cool air from Paige’s room brushing over her skin and making her exhale softly. It was a relief from the stuffy heat of her own room so she stepped inside, quietly closing the door behind her.

Paige was already crawling back in bed, flopping onto her stomach with a tired groan as she buried half her face back into a pillow. The sheet dipped slightly as her weight settled, the muscles in her back flexing faintly as she got adjusted.

Azzi walked over and carefully slid under the covers next to her, lying on her side as she looked at Paige.

“You always sleep like that?” she asked quietly.

Paige hummed. “Mmhmm.”

Azzi smiled a little. “Looks uncomfortable.”

“It’s not,” Paige mumbled into the pillow.

They were quiet for a moment before Azzi spoke again. “You okay with me being in here?”

Paige’s eyes stayed closed, but she shifted, turning her head toward Azzi. “Yeah.”

Azzi let out a slow breath, her body starting to relax as melted into the bed. “It’s freezing in here,” she added playfully.

“Better than melting,” Paige mumbled. After a pause, she added, “C’mere then.”

Azzi didn’t respond; she just smiled to herself before drifting closer under the covers and turning the other way. Paige shifted to her side and wrapped her arms around Azzi, pulling her in. Azzi immediately felt the heat from Paige’s skin and it was comforting; seeping into Azzi’s own skin and soothing the restlessness she'd been fighting all night.

Azzi whispered, “Thank you.”

“Mhmm.”

For a few moments, it was quiet. Paige’s breath was steady against the back of Azzi’s neck as she started to easily slip back into sleep.

But Azzi’s mind hadn’t settled. She spoke again, almost like a thought of hers slipped out without permission. “You sleep like this often? Holding people?”

Paige hummed. “Nope.”

Azzi smiled a little, her fingers brushing Paige’s forearm. “So, what I’m special?”

Paige gave a lazy, “Yup.”

Azzi kept going. “You’re warm...like stupid warm. I feel like I’m melting now…in a good way though”

“You’re welcome.”

Azzi chuckled under her breath, but when she opened her mouth again, Paige interrupted with a tired, “Azzi…”

Azzi paused, then tried to turn a little to face her. “Hm?”

Paige’s arms tightened around her, pulling her back into place as she mumbled against Azzi’s shoulder, “Go to sleep for me.”

Azzi was about to protest, but Paige somehow managed to pull her closer, her head gently resting on top of Azzi’s. One of her hands slipped under Azzi’s tanktop and her fingers drew patterns on her waist.

Azzi let out a quiet breath, her protest completely forgotten as she whispered, “Okay.” Her eyes finally fluttering closed.

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Your writing is mwah 💕 if you ever want, can you do a spoiled bratty femme who's possessive (for example: gripping abby's chin, leaving kiss marks, hickeys, sitting on abby's lap etc), mouthy, playful x possessive!dom!abby too? it starts sfw (with a light 'fight/argument' between them being both jealous and then turn into nsfw? ilyyyy 🫶🏼✨

also abby is too fuckin hot to handle ah...i need her carnally

content: 18+ content, possessive bratty reader/possessive dom abby (toxic duo), fem reader, hickies, nail scratches, and lipstick stains left on each other, mentions of possessive behavior at parties and during sex, reader likes to stalk abby's socials, ellie cameo (she is a friend of reader who abby is jealous of), argument and insults leading to rough sex, grinding, manhandling, clit stim & fingering (r! receiving), groping (tits and ass), strap-on sex, petnames (princess, 'abs')

word count: 2.7k

You don’t enjoy getting jealous, but it can’t be helped at times. Especially not the times when you are harmlessly stalking Instagram comments left on Abby's posts and see girls flirting with her in them. Not that she’d ever entertain it, of course. It's the fact that the comments are there is what gets you irrationally mad. You wonder if she has read them. You wish she would just take them down instead of leaving them up for your own humiliation, for others to see the way cherryvalentine_90 spams filthy things under your girlfriend's gym pictures.

Simply sitting on your couch, adorned in baggy pajamas and humble mismatched underwear, you spend your time sabotaging by taking deep dives through Abby's instagram. You eventually reach the bottom of her page, but not before you end up bitter. Reruns of an old tv show are only existing in the background now, leaving a tense feeling throughout the room that poor Abby is unaware of in her own house, probably thinking sweet thoughts of her pretty girl. 

You nearly drop your phone when Abby randomly calls you. Your brain goes through a small, impulsive thought process. You hit the red circle, and go back to doom scrolling. Your instagram reels are all shitty regurgitated tiktoks and you’ve never even cared to watch them before, but you’re hardly paying attention now anyways. You know Abby is going to worry. She will call again and text until she inevitably knocks on the door, and then the familiar cycle will pan out.

You don’t mean to be jealous. 

It’s rare in the past that you cared this much about trivial matters involving your partner. With Abby though? Things are entirely different. You feel the need to always kiss and love on her when you’re in public and other girls are staring, like at a party last week when she had her hands spread out around your waist the entire time as you sat on her lap to keep other girls from even looking at her. The constant need to remind her that she is yours lives within you, and it isn't a subtle one, either. But is it really so bad to cover your girlfriend's lovely tits in a hickey or two? Is it really the worst if you stalk her instagram, and often find yourself cupping her face while you look so intensely at her pouty lips, smashing yours onto them to imprint your own name into them through kisses?

Abby isn't a saint, either. Often will you feel her lips ghost over your neck, leaving dark purple marks and whispering to allege that you’re hers and nobody else’s. Reminding you that not another soul gets to touch you or fuck you, and not a single person in this party will be leaving with you but her. At the same time, Abby loves to make fun of you for getting jealous while she feels the same bouts of possessiveness. The only difference is, she is subtle and quiet about it. You don’t hesitate to make a scene over another girl even glancing Abby’s way.

You can’t be too surprised by the terse knock on your front door. You stand up, heading to the door with attitude-filled defenses prepared. 

You open the door to an Abby with her arms crossed, in a tank top that makes you want to pull her in and forget all about the grievances (of absolutely nothing), but you are unfortunately too much of a brat for that. 

“What did I do this time?” Abby asks, already sounding utterly exasperated. 

“Nothing you did, of course. I just don’t appreciate it when you don’t delete the countless comments other women leave on your posts. You must like the attention.” You state in a fake nonchalant tone, though you’re far from anything calm. Abby knows this, too.

Abby scoffs at you, but almost seems amused at your reasoning for acting out. “Seriously? You know I don’t check my comments like you do, babe. I don’t even entertain that shit, and neither should you.” 

“Oh, but when my friend Ellie commented on my post, you told me to delete it.” You argue back. 

“That was because I felt like Ellie was into you!” Abby retorts, getting more defensive now. She walks right past you and into your home, sighing. “You always get way too in your head, babe. I’ll delete the comments if they make you that upset, but I’m not putting up with the attitude.” 

You feel a little childish now, standing in front of her after a major meltdown. Still, you can’t help but push. “Yeah, well Ellie would have deleted them months ago.” 

Abby’s intentions quickly change from “we can work this out” to crazy, possessive thoughts of just fucking the name Ellie out of your system. She wants to make you forget Ellie even exists. So, she does what she probably shouldn’t do on impulse. She steps forward, entering into your space. 

“You really think Ellie is better than me?” She asks, voice low and almost dangerous. When you don’t reply, suddenly obedient, she instead finds it disrespectful. Abby leans in closer, lips nearly brushing against yours. The tension heightens by multiple levels. “If you really want Ellie so much, be my guest. But don’t come crawling back the next day begging me to fuck you when she can’t get you off. If you want me, I’ll fuck you right there on your couch, no bratty attention needed.” 

Her words send a wave of butterflies through your lower stomach and make your cheeks hot with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. You still can’t find your voice, tongue-tied by how quickly she shut you down. Words aren’t needed, anyway. In only seconds, your lips are on hers, your arms are wrapping around the back of her neck to allow for you to mold your body against hers. She kisses you back with equal intensity, a kiss that isn’t as sweet and tender as the previous, but instead a result of two very jealous people. 

Her hands slide down to cup your ass through your pajamas, earning herself a soft, desperate whine that she can swallow from your lips. Her tongue flicks at yours before just opting to suck on it, loving how you react to every little thing she does. 

Kisses grow more and more frenzied until Abby has enough of the touchy-feely. Her hands find your legs, hitching them up to wrap around her waist, and pick you up. You let out a surprised squeak, but don’t complain, and certainly don’t break the kiss. You crash down onto the couch in a heap, entangled, with hands roaming all over each other’s bodies. 

You are both possessive and desperate. Abby’s hands massage your hips and trail up to grope your tits through the thin fabric of your tank top, her lips nibbling on your bottom one. Your pink acrylic nails are digging into her back, scratching it up so that anyone who sees it knows she belongs to you. 

“Fuckin’ brat,” Abby says against your lips before attacking your neck. You moan, tilting your head back for more and tugging at her blonde braid, nearly yanking it when she sinks her teeth into your soft skin. She groans, leaning up above you to grab your wrists and pin them to your sides. She looks down at you with red, freckled cheeks. “Tell me what you need, princess.” 

You try to buck your hips to show her, but she tuts, firmly pressing her hips down to keep you from moving. “With words, princess. Tell me what you want, or I’ll just bend you over my knee and have my way with your ass before I fuck you.” 

You swallow at the threat. Part of you wants it, but another is too impatient. “I want you to fuck me right now.” You don’t plead your words nor grow shy on her yet, but you typically never do. No, with Abby you grow incoherent for different reasons. The dumber you grow dumber the more the evokes desperation within you, not shyer. 

Abby smiles, a hint of pride within the expression. She flips you onto her lap, your legs on each side of her waist. You don’t hesitate to grind on her lap, trying to feel friction. Along with that, you suddenly feel something in her pants. You pause, and she scoffs playfully. “What? I know you, baby. I knew how this little visit was gonna end.” She simply says, guiding your hips to move against it, making you breathless. 

“W-Well, I wasn’t exactly thinking about that.” You reply back defensively, leaning down to bury your face in her neck. You purposely suck hickies all over the expanse of skin until she pries your mouth off of her like a kitten being held up by its scruff, dragging your face to hers. 

Abby kisses you to distract you from her hand dipping into the waistband of your pajama pants. When you suddenly feel two fingers teasing your clit through your panties, you jolt and let out a shaky moan into her mouth. Abby teases, rubbing circles over the slightly swollen bud. When she trails her fingers down just an inch, all she can feel is wetness. Your panties stick to your pussy, and Abby can only imagine the lewd imprint of your folds against the fabric. 

She pulls away from your lips, but not too far. “You want me to fuck you? Wanna ride my fingers, get yourself ready to be split open?” You eagerly nod against her forehead, but she only cups your pussy. “Words, princess. Say you want me to fuck you.” 

“I want you to fuck me, abs. Please.” You plead the words, hips moving against her hand to find friction. Abby is too impatient to tease you any longer, yanking your pajamas down along with your panties and sliding her fingers through your folds. You wantonly moan, stabilizing yourself by placing your palms flat on her chest so you can grind your clit against her fingers. 

Soon, you feel two fingers dip into your pussy, opening your hole up and prepping it for her cock with scissoring motions. You just helplessly take it, letting out short pants as she fucks you open. You could cum so quickly with just this, and she isn’t even trying to feel for your g-spot. 

“Who does this pussy belong to?” She asks demandingly. You gasp when she reaches down to give your clit a soft tug, rolling it between her fingers and relishing in the way you try to squirm away as if it’s too much. 

“It belongs, fuck!, it belongs to you, Abby. I’m so wet for you, abs..” You assure her, shamelessly desperate. Abby seems pleased by this answer, letting her fingers grow soaked with your juices that drip down her wrist until she flips you onto your back, making haste with unzipping her pants and taking out her cock, grasping it in her hand. You make a confused sound, reeling with her manhandling. 

“Belongs to me. Not Ellie, not some random bitch from a party, no. Just me.” She affirms this statement by letting the tip of the strap catch on your clit, pressing it upward teasingly. But her voice isn’t teasing–rather a dark, possessive tone she only uses when you have her riled up. 

Abby’s jealousy runs just as deeply as yours does, if not more. The only difference is time management. The when. When Abby isn’t in the most dominant mood and the both of you are simply making out, she will happily let you smother her skin in your lipstick stains, knowing you’re going through some possessive fit over her. She isn’t intending to go sing your name in the streets covered in red lipstick stains, but she doesn’t complain when you post pictures of the incident on your story for other people to understand that Abby is yours. 

Abby, however, doesn’t need to post the way your pussy wraps around the girth of her strap. She doesn’t tend to be as publicly explicit. But, when you rile her up, you receive what you ask for. You cannot count on your fingers the times that Abby has had you crying with the raw feeling of overstimulation because you pushed her so far with the bratty act, neither can you recall the instances of being denied orgasm after orgasm for even mentioning another woman’s name. 

So, you can’t be surprised when Abby’s girthy strap abruptly finds its way into your pussy, stretching you out, forcing more in inch by beautiful inch. You can’t be surprised by the way she forces your legs around her hips, that way she can feel connected and entangled to every inch of you. She wants you to feel her from the tips of your toes to the hairs on your head. 

Abby’s hips draw back, leaving just the artificial tip in you. Then she slams forward, burying herself to the hilt inside you. You cry out, but to no avail. 

“Bet Ellie wouldn’t fuck you like this. She couldn’t even make you cum once.” She spits, and the bitter tones in her words make your pussy wetter, easier for her to slide in and out of. She finds your clit with her fingers, harshly rubbing it but with a level of skill that leaves you already unable to take it despite not even cumming yet.

“S-So much, fuck!” You cry when you can feel her stroke your cushy insides, just where your sweet, vulnerable spot lay hidden. Her hands rest on both sides of your head, holding herself up. She starts fucking you at a relentless pace, slamming back and then into you to make your that gooey spot deep within you feel it. Nobody else gets to have you like this, and nobody gets fucked by Abby like you get to be.

“Ellie couldn’t handle you, not with the way you’re clenching around me.” Abby laughs, and she swears she can see the outline of her dick in your lower stomach when she glances down. She is in a trance watching the satisfying way the unnaturally colored dick simply gets swallowed up by your pussy. You have to glance down to see what all the fuss is about. 

Abby looks back up, leaning down to leave kisses on your collarbone. “None of those girls on instagram get fucked like this. Only mine.” 

"Abby, please. Need to cum for you, please..” You mumble in her ear, scratching up her back with your nails just to hear her breath hitch for you. Your words grow more incoherent, and you can only hope that she can understand you and give you what you're craving.

“Cum for me, princess. I wanna feel you make a mess on this couch.” Abby tells you, picking up the pace with her strokes. It only takes Abby’s possessive remarks of “mine” muttered repeatedly in your ear to get you to the finish line. You cum around the toy, walls pulsing rhythmically. 

“Fuckkk,” Abby curses when your orgasm triggers her down, and you can feel her cum dripping onto your own pussy through the harness. She buries herself as deeply inside of you as she can, and you just feel her grind into you, trying to feel more and more sensations on her clit. Abby rides out the orgasm until you feel her come back down to Earth, breathless and sweaty. Your legs squeeze around her hips, and she soon lays on top of you like a weighted blanket. 

The silence that follows the intense sex is peaceful, Abby’s weight comforting, and your hands roaming over her biceps and back in a soothing manner calming her down back to Earth. Both of you simply bask in the aftermath of the chaos, and now the old-timey show in the background is rather comforting, not as tense. 

“Next time I do something stupid that you don’t like, just tell me please.” Abby mumbles in your ear, tone softer than previously. 

“I’m sorry for freaking out, I promise.” You say, kissing her cheek. 

Abby shakes her head, nuzzling into your neck. “I don’t mind your brattiness. Just tell me forreal, though. Don’t ignore my calls.” 

You nod, squeezing her tightly. Don’t ignore calls, got it. But that doesn’t mean you can’t have an attitude over said phone call..

[11cupids-tarot11]

How would your future spouse treat you on your moon cycle? <3

I was having such bad cramps when this question suddenly hit me and I figured we'd all love to know, right? Even though I get very cranky and like to be alone during my time of the month hehe.

1 -> 2

3 -> 4

Pile 1- Wheel of fortune, queen of wands, queen of swords.

So this person will literally try to pamper you, whatever that may look like for you. I'm hearing they'll respect all of your boundaries and will grant all of your wishes, they're very supportive. I'm hearing they don't like seeing you in pain and they understand how uncomfortable this time frame is for you.

I think this person is naturally caring and easily can read human emotions and they're giving therapists vibes tbh like they could work in that field or maybe for some I'm picking up on massage therapists, this person just seems like they know humans enough like maybe they studied it or it could just means they've studied you so well they know what you need (I said 'want' at first but was directed to switch it to 'need'. Someone's fs here likes being in charge lol) . Either way, I think they'd love to be your massage therapist around this time. I'm hearing anything to make you feel good.

THEY WILL LITERALLY TREAT YOU LIKE A QUEEN, pamper you, spoil you.

I'm hearing for some, around your moon cycle you get mood swings maybe? Your entire energy changes enough for this person to catch on and they'll know before/when you're on your period because of this. Maybe you're usually very chill and calm and around this time you're just more cranky than usual like me lol and your person will try very hard to just make sure your okay and not taking their head off? Lol, the way your person talks is very funny, they're very funny and so so sweet!

I think this person will treat you so well simply because they love you, you're their baby and they respect you so much. You're literally their queen. They love you so so much 😍 they want me to leave this rose emoji for you 🌹 (I think they're very giving, it's just in their nature 😭)

Other messages- my sweet girl, lots of chocolate and warm towels, hugs and I'm picking up on those who would rather be left alone for moments at a time they understand, they'll check up on you occasionally and will still be very affectionate (u can't refuse their hugs I'm hearing no escape lol 🤣😭 they're very cute. I think they like compliments? They might blush and smile a lot?) The type to randomly kiss ur forehead or cheek when ur literally just ✨chillin✨ just because.

Let me know how it resonates in the comments below! Leave a suggestion for the next pick a pile!

Pile 2- Ace of swords, temperance, the fool and the hermit.

So I think this person actually doesn't know much about a women's cycle, I think for a specific few they're the only child or maybe they just didn't grow up around a lot of feminine energy so this just isn't their field but I'm hearing they'd try damn hard to make sure everything's okay!

They'd follow your lead on this, like they prefer to maybe watch you from afar during this time? Like sometimes they don't know if they should bother or if they could help at all so they'll probably just straight up ask if there's anything they can do. This person isn't immature about it, but they do feel a bit awkward during those days? (I'm actually dying at ur person, they hardly know how to describe anything?)

Okay, for example, say you're having very bad stomach cramps and you've been in bed all day complaining, they would probably let you stay in bed as long as you'd like and would peek their head in the doorway to silently check up on you because they don't know if they should disturb you or not.

I think they'd love it if you just told them or ask for anything you need, I think they'd rather you rest and use them as a servant 😜 (ur person wanted me to add that, they felt very serious until now? I'm dying) until you feel better, they'll try different approaches tho, I don't think it'll always be this awkward. I think when you two have been together for awhile they'll pick up. I think then they'd mix up their own home remedies, and their own strategies by now, they're not very specific on what this could be or what it could look like because I think this person doesn't really want you to know?

They really want you to feel cared for and like they're there for you as much as possible so they're constantly thinking of new ideas for you!

This is not an 18+ reading and take it how it resonates but I think a very selective few wouldn't mind having intercourse on their moon cycle? 👀

Let me know how it resonates in the comments below! Leave a suggestion for the next pick a pile!

Pile 3- Death, Ace of coins, The tower, Page of wands

This pile feels different, I was getting the energy of your person being shy and excited to have their turn for the reading 🤣 maybe this person isn't someone who you see romantically at first, could be a roommate a friend but you do know this person or they will come into your life at some point and you guys will have some kind of friendship from the start. It's giving secret admirer tho.

With the death card I'm thinking y'all could've just made it official, it feels like this is something new to them. Maybe it makes them feel a step closer to you? They think it's very cool you're trusting them enough at a time like this. They really value it.

I think they'll be the type to really go all in, ask you probably 20x a day "What do you need?" I saw that scene from Aladdin, when the genie is explaining how tired he is of being in the lamp and he's like "What do you need?Poof! What do you need? Poof!"

This person is trying to charm you and maybe show you they really care for you by doing this, I'm hearing 365 days a year they'll be like this tho, not only when you're on your moon cycle. I think they want you to be vulnerable with them or can't wait to see more vulnerable sides of you.

Let me know how it resonates in the comments below! Leave a suggestion for the next pick a pile!

Pile 4- The moon, Kight of coins, Temperance, Kight of swords.

My pile 4's energy is different, I think this person could be older than you? This person overall isn't someone who's very cuddly or could even be very hard to read so moments like these really show that side of them in their own way?

For example, say you ran out of pads but your stomach hurts too bad to go get them yourself, your person wouldn't be thrilled to shop in the women's section but for YOU they will, they'll go get your pads and make sure they're the right size and everything (I'm hearing he'll literally call you and ask what size he should get).

They're very serious when it comes to you, they have dedication and it shows in the oddest ways possible.

So for your time of the month they'd be very chill about, the other piles felt all jittery and nervous like they were scared to mess up but your person is smart, he'll break down those walls for you, if you just want to cuddle in bed they'll hold you as long as you like. I'm hearing they're actually kind of "softer" at the right times (I'm sorry I can't think of a better word right now)

You'll love how this person will treat you and your needs and I'm hearing symptoms as well, they're very comfortable and reliable. He's like your big giant teddy bear! 🧸

Let me know how it resonates in the comments below! Leave a suggestion for the next pick a pile!

[sanktjosiah]

So with the upcoming Mighty Nein animated series I thought I'd compose a list of moments I'd like to see in the show. These do not include Big Emotional Moments or Important Plot Points because then the list would be way too long and those moments should have a list of their own if anything, this is really just a collection of my personal favorite smaller moments that I find funny, cool or endearing.

My wishlist of The Mighty Nein moments for the animated series in no particular order (spoilers for the whole campaign):

- Sprinkle being shown surviving in the background of M9's shenanigans Scrat from Ice Age style

- Jester's Sendings having the exact same style, tone and energy as they had in the campaign

- also getting to actually see the reactions of the people on the other side

- The Ring of Fire Resistance

- that moment when Beau gets swallowed by the remorhaz and Jester kills it with a ✨flavored✨ Guiding Bolt

- The M9 actually getting to meet Verin this time

- Yasha using Skingorger as a snowboard

- that moment when the M9 teleports to Rosohna in bathrobes and Caleb later uses Seeming to make it look like everyone but Fjord is wearing their normal clothes

- that moment when they're trying to water ski to get within spellcasting range of the dragon turtle and Caleb slips and bounces off of the water like a skipping stone

- The Bone Flute

- Caleb wearing octopus-Frumpkin on his head during the entire tense conversation with Fjord in Dashilla's lair

- Sheepleb

- Caleb turning into a T-Rex on a boat

- Capeleb grabbing Essek and showing him in the clerics' faces like a broken doll demanding him to be fixed

- Caduceus bitchslapping the boat

- Molly's "plan" on infiltrating the hospital

-Jester's hamster unicorn Spirit Guardians getting more and more buff as she levels up

- The Bad Luck Bandits

- Fjord nearly getting killed by a turtle

- Allura calling Yussa a fool after he gets trapped in the Happy Fun Ball

- M9 asking Halas if he has a sex golem

- that moment in the Cognouza fight when Jester hits Lucien with a giant egg dick that she wills into existence

- "Marius, have you killed anyone yet?"

- the M9 girls getting drunk and tattooed while the boys are just chilling and eating fish and chips

- Essek's stress hot whisky cocoa

- *sigh* "Do you have a bucket?"

- also Caduceus peer pressuring Astrid and Eadwulf into gardening

- the M9 discussing illegal shit in front of Bryce

- Veth and Ottis tetris folding themselves trying to hide behind Fjord

- Beau dumping drugs in the monster baby's stomach

- Beau being trailed by the zhelezo while trying to be inconspicuous with a cart full of fireworks

- Tracy

- Tusk Love both being given by Jester to various people to read or just randomly popping up throughout the show in unexpected places

- Yasha "casting" Message to talk to Veth

- the fey cats getting progressively more and more exasperated at Caleb's elaborate requests

- that one dragonborn who risked blowing up his cover and went to a party because he was bored in his exile

- The Gentleman franticaly cleaning up and hiding the illegal shit in his hideout before Marion shows up

- Yasha being sucked into the upside-down waterfall at Rumblecusp and jettisoned into the air Looney Tunes style

- The Chair™

- Fluffernutter

- not a single one of Essek's jokes landing

- Essek bringing up his fists at the frost giants while slowly backing up into a corner

- Beau punching Artagan in the face

- Fjord trying to intimidate a forest and getting eaten by a plant immediately afterwards

Feel free to add your own!

[elllisaaa]

hi lovie✨✨💘💘 ur blog is so cute! May I request a Joshua hong from seventeen bf!thoughts😇🎀 ur Scoups one is AMAZING seriously the level of detail was so lovely

thank you so much !! i'm glad you love my aesthetic as well as my writing, i hope you'll love this too <3

BF!JOSHUA who's literally the definition of a gentleman and who would do quite anything for you if you ask for it.

joshua always does little acts that proves how mindful and attentive to your every move he is : putting his hands over the corners of tables, counters or cupboards when you bend down to get something, opening doors and things like bags of candies and water bottles for you, doing your shoelaces or helping you put on your heels and taking them off, refilling your snacks at your apartment and always carrying something for you. all of that comes to him so naturally, like he doesn't even think about it only because you're always on his mind, his number one priority. when you're talking, he's focused entirely on you, eye contacts and all to make sure that you know he's listening to you intently. plus, he always remembers all the little details you mention. that means that joshua is very aware of your emotions, so if you're tense, he will definitely notice it and offer you a massage to help you relax.

"come here my love, i'm gonna help you feel better, yeah ? you can talk to me if you want, you know that i'm here for you anyway."

he always makes sure to show you that he's there for you in social outings by letting his hand rest against the small of your back or by wrapping his arm around your waist and keeping you close to him. and when you're away from each other, his eyes are always drawn back to you, a smile spreading on his face when he crosses your gaze. joshua also loves to do that to show everyone that you're his, and that he's proud of being yours. he would give so many compliments, literally all the time - about how pretty you look, about how smart you are, about how good the food you made that day tastes. anything you do is worth a praise in joshua's mind. knowing how easily you can blush and get flustered from his comments, he would love to tease you a little by whispering some compliments to you while you're with other people, grinning as your cheeks grow red and you hit his chest for making you shy again.

"what ? can't i tell my girlfriend that she's incredibly gorgeous ? you wound me love."

you would get so many random kisses from joshua. he just can't help it - when he's bypassing you at home or when you look too cute, no matter the place, he's going to kiss you as soon as he gets the urge to. he would kiss you anywhere he can reach - your nose, your temples, your cheeks, your forehead, your lips, the top of your head or even your shoulders if the outfit you're wearing allows it. these little marks of affection always make you melt, especially when it's followed by a new love confession that makes your heart skip another beat. joshua is the type to bring you flowers randomly because he says that he doesn't need a reason other than love to gift his girl flowers. you always try to keep them alive for as long as possible, and when they do die, he helps you dry them to keep them - and he falls even more deeper for you when he discovers that you've been doing this with all the bouquets he gave to you since you started dating. he also definitely loves to make you handmade gifts, and you have matching bracelets that he created with a meaning behind every charm and that you both wear all the time.

"i made this thinking of you, i hope you'll like it."

BF!JOSHUA who doesn't stop spoiling you when it comes to sex, on the contrary, it's even harder to stop him from giving you everything he got.

to me, he's 100% big on overstimulation. firstly, because joshua loves to smother you with his love and that making you cum as much as possible is a form of love to him, and secondly, because you're very pretty and cute when you're trying to push him away because he already made you cum on his tongue three times and you can't get any more. but joshua always entices you in giving him one more, and one more, and one more until you're shaking and moaning his name uncontrollably underneath him. he'll let you sit on his face whenever you want to, but once he starts, he doesn't let you go until you soaked him in your juices - because he likes how squirmy you get and also because he loves your taste a little too much. by the time he pushes his cock into you, you're already so fucked out that all joshua has to do is hit your sweet spot a few times for you to cum again, and he loves how sensitive you get after a few orgasms and how easy it becomes for him to bring you to the edge.

"that's it love, give me one more… yeah, just like that."

praises extend into the bedroom of course, every word leaving his lips during sex being compliments and basically he's worshipping you and your body like a goddess. joshua never stops himself from telling you that you look hot or pretty, or that you feel amazing, or that you're doing very good, perfect even. he knows you kind of seek out his approval, and he cannot resists the urge to compliment his little angel when you're sucking him off and you look up at him with your big doe eyes - of course he has to tell you that your mouth feels so good he might cum down your throat. joshua is even more high on praises when it's intimate, lazy, morning sex. he loves the feeling of waking up next to you, limbs entangled with each other's, and just making out with you slowly until both of you just need to feel even closer. it's always so romantic that joshua just feels the need to confess his love again and again. but he's also spurred on by the fact that his praises turn you on and make you go weak in the knees.

"you're doing so good baby, such a pretty good girl."

sometimes, joshua also enjoys laying back and letting you do all the work, but it's very rare, and you'll have to do a lot to convince him to not move a finger while you're the one spoiling him for once. he surely loves the feeling of having you being all over him and being taken care of by your sweet hands, but he prefers to be the one making you go crazy. joshua particularly loves it when the pleasure he gives you gets so intense that you can't control the noises you're making anymore, nor the words that are spilling out of your mouth. when you're getting dirty is when he knows that you're really into it. that also goes with the way you don't even notice how strong you're pulling on his hair sometimes, but joshua doesn't mind because it brings him a different kind of rush that he loves. however, his favourite is when you dig your nails into his back and scratch it, when you leave your marks all over him. he's not too fond of marking you himself, but the way you're silently claiming him plus the slight pain the next morning gets him going more than anything.

"don't feel guilty, i love it when you get freaky baby."

[sanesaviour]

K (oc), Sam, Ava and Luke

I wanted to draw them doing just regular stuff- u know, as completely normal teenagers

K - she is playing guitar (at first I wanted her to bassist but it would be too cliché have overly sassy and edgy character playing bass lol)… I think after getting her shit and mental health together she would go back to her hobbies she used to do before becoming vigilante, like I imagine while after being caught by S.H.I.E.L.D. she would become more cooperative thus Coulson would want her to attend the high school (even tho she’s been dropped out for half year) not because he would expect her to be academic weapon but he would want her to normalize a bit and spend time with people her age… she would probably randomly join band of someone from school and realize how much she missed playing music and stuff related to it (now I wanna draw the band, don’t know if they all would be ocs or some other characters from the show, Harry Osborn as bassist tho👀)

Sam - he skates everywhere, all the time, especially to school… and is always late, he could be on time if he used his nova powers but where is fun in that, right? Also he definitely designed bottom of his skateboard… also he only owns vans shoes, that’s my head canon

Ava - bookworm, I just can tell she would love dark romance or fantasy romance books, also I think even tho Danny and Peter both reads lot no one beats Ava, she can finish reading 300 page book in several hours, also I think they all read very different stuff… even tho Ava has resting b face,she is very expressive while reading, like she gasps and giggles all the time… Peter would once read one of her books and he would be so offended by some of the parts like “Is this what you read all the time?” or “Is it even allowed publish something like this?!” but she wouldn’t feel embarrassed about it she would just hit him with “girls who get it, get it✨”

Luke - I know it’s bit stereotypical to give black character basketball as hobby but I think in this case it’s so fitting, but I think he wouldn’t join school basketball team, he just enjoys the street basketball, or just practicing throws at basket during sunset hour while having deep conversations with his friends. I think others would join him regularly , not all at the same time, mostly one or two of them… I think it would be like some kind of therapy for them lol… I think Luke is very good at giving street smart advices, so they would just go practice with him and vent about life to him, probably Sam and Peter mostly… also to add more oc stuff I think K / Solarion would become agent of shield (very “willingly” lol) and she would also attend same high school as team but she would keep her distance from them, but I think Luke would be the fist one to just treat her in more friendly way (or less hostile way than others)and once just ask her if she wanna practice throws at basket just to make her feel more included I guess… she would go, and they would be silent 90% of time bc they don’t really know each other that well(and she is more talkative in group settings than in one on one scenario), but still she would enjoy it

[meizze-art]

Hello Meizze,

I´ve watched your blog here for maybe a year but finally I get courage to write you this appreciation message. I only would like to tell you that your art is simply amazing and my most favourite on the whole tumblr.

The essence of your Omi and Seb is just... breathtaking, magical, absolute perfection! For me there is no better artist than you in this fandom. No matter of this deboost bullshit - I´ve always find my way to your blog.

Please keep sharing your beautiful art with us, have plenty of wonderful (and hot) ideas and have a nice day.

Your fan Allilie

Oh Allilie, this truly made my day!

Thank you so, so much for your kind words. I’m still in awe, procesing the dopamine wave I can’t tell you how much it means to hear that! 💖 Knowing that my art still found its way to you despite the deboosting nonsense makes me feel incredibly grateful! ✨

I’ve never really shared this publicly, but maybe IT'S TIME! (especially for anyone who’s been feeling discouraged by poor reach, or frustrated watching lower-quality content blow up or perform better while your work gets buried):

Not many people know this, sadly, but it's not that you're doing it wrong or your art sucks: there’s NO such thing as one GLOBAL, FAIR algorithm for ALL users on most platforms. EVERY COUNTRY HAS A DIFFERENT ALGLORITHM (apparently, the moment you create your account, it gets permanently tied to the regulations and filtering systems of that country).

This means that visibility, censorship, and engagement can VARY DRASTICALLY between users depending on which region/country the account was created in.

Unfortunately, the algorithm tied to MY COUNTRY is one of the MOST CONTENT-CENSORING and VISIBILITY-LIMITING in all of Europe!

I used to believe EU-wide regulations were applied fairly across the entire European region, but nope, actually I’ve observed how easily artists from some Nordic countries (like Finland, Sweden, Norway, etc...) gain crazy engagementand and higher recommendation on people's feeds, even with quickly-done art pieces over the past few years, WHILE creators from France, Spain, Germany, Portugal, etc, struggle to be seen, no matter how much effort and details they put on their art. While SOME artists from those 'VIP' countries still love to think so big about themselves or believe that their reach is 100% talent, I’ve always suspected that it’s often just a lucky combo of their algorithmically privileged region/country + their opportunistic algorithm gaming account activity/management.

I sometimes wonder how certain artists' hyperboosted pieces would perform if I posted them from my own account... and vice versa! I bet the results would be kind of interesting and funny to see.

For example, right now, Japan currently enjoys the most favourable algorithm on X worldwide (and probably on some other platforms too). When an account is randomly blessed and benefits from their algorithm, it's posible for them to farm thousands of likes/followers easily within a short timeframe, even with simpler and minimal artistic effort (and for free! no premium account is needed for that extra boost). Also some people can post more 'questionable' content from their account while others get their posts automatically censored and deboosted by their country algorithm when posting a picture about a male chest!

While this is not anyone’s fault, it definitely makes the whole system feel pretty discriminatory and unfair! All because of bloody political decisions against self-employment and content creators! I really hope we’ll finally put a stop to this nonsense soon! (not to mention the content creators struggling financially because of this, without even knowing what’s causing it…)

Since January 2025, the changes have hit me harder than in previous years: my reach has gone down drastically, censorship has increased, and it’s really affected my commissions. I’ve had fewer clients than last year just for this reason!

I wouldn’t say I trust ChatGPT 100%, of course it has mistakes!, but just in case anyone is interested, this helped me piece everything together and the data about several countries aligns pretty well with my own research and what I’ve experienced myself (these screenshots talk about X):

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Thank you so much again, Allilie, for your kind words! I’ll definitely keep sharing as long as there are people like you who genuinely connect with what I do. Sending you all the love back 💫🖤

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That’s the Way the Cookie Crumbles

Pairing: Tim Bradford x Reader

Word count: 6.1k

Notes: Brought to you by my absolute DUMBASSERY. Sure Rhys, add another guy to the list of guys you write for why not

P.S yall all know what a themed Rhys writes means….. it’s time for a ✨mini series✨

“So why do we always stop here for coffee?”

Lucy looks up at the pink café sign swinging gently in the breeze. It’s got an adorable rabbit on it and the words “Bunny’s Bakery” underneath. It had a pretty steady stream of business except around this time which was when Tim usually stopped in.

It’s even got a cute little bow on its ear.

“They don’t burn the coffee.”

He gets out of the squad car, not bothering to wait for Lucy and she rolls her eyes and hops out with him, locking the doors behind her.

“Right… and it’s got nothing to do with the owner?”

Tim swings the door open and she jogs under his arm “It’s got everything to do with the owner. She doesn’t burn the coffee.”

“Did someone mention me?” You smile at the two cops walking in and give them a little wave.

“Hi, Lucy! Tim. You here for your usuals?” you walk behind the counter and smooth out the front of your cherry blossom pink apron. You’d even painted little branches and leaves on it.

Lucy reaches over the counter and grabs the bag of muffins you always set aside for them while you get to work on their coffees. She usually picked something a little more sweet, occasionally changing her order. While Tim always ordered the “Black Hare” a straight black coffee, with no bells or whistles.

“Wow, these are like, seriously good! It’s crazy we’ve never tried anything else. It’s crazy right?” She elbows Tim and he gives her a look.

“I guess.”

“We should try something different. You should ask Y/N what she recommends!”

“She’s right there. She heard you.” He gestures across the counter and you hit the steamer.

“Uhhh actually I didn’t hear a word!”

Lucy grins widely and wriggles her eyebrows. She nods her head over in your general direction and he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Uh- Y/N. What do you-“

“I have to use the bathroom! You guys chat! I’ll pay!!”

You set her coffee down and watch Lucy scurry off to the bathrooms with your eyes narrowed.

“You were saying?” You look up at Tim expectantly and he looks down at you. You like the way he looks at you, the way he softens a little, the way he gets closer to you.

“Apparently Officer Chen feels the need to be a little adventurous”

“So I shouldn’t tell her you stop in sometimes after your earlier shift before closing and get something for dessert?” You set his coffee down for him, there’s a little heart above the “I” in his name. You reach over and put a heart at the end of Lucy’s name.

He hesitates a little, a smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth and he nods.

“Yeah, it would be wise to keep that between us. What do you recommend?”

Okay so yeah he came in more than once sometimes, and sometimes he finds himself sitting at the table and making comfortable small talk while you mop… or counting the day's profits for you while you finished up prep for the opening shift tomorrow.

It was totally just to keep a citizen safe. It wasn’t safe for you to be alone at night. Anything could happen.

“I actually just made a batch of these babies last night.”

You walk over to the case and grab two of your best, ultra fudgy, extra chocolatey brownies and put them in little sleeves for him.

They were his favorite.

“I was actually hoping you’d stop by today. I figured you would for coffee, but. Um-”

You fidget with the front of your apron, pulling the hem up to tug at it.

“Um?”

He tries not to give you the intimidating cop stare, the one he’s perfected over time. But he can tell by the way a light blush blooms over your cheeks and you gulp nervously that he’s giving it anyway.

“You usually just randomly stop by. But- you know I just thought I’d invite you tonight! Well actually- I- I thought I would uh- invite you to my house tonight. I’ve got a few things I want to try for spring. And I’d really love to have your opinions on them.”

“You’re asking me to come over?” He schools his features hopefully enough to hide the utter shock on his face. Because why the hell does he have that weird feeling in the pit of his stomach? It’s warm and fluttery and he has to clear his throat and shift to his other foot to try and get it under control.

“I am! Y-you’re one of my most loyal customers and- well- I hope it’s not too presumptuous to say I consider you a friend. So you know yeah- it’s just you know laid back and like nothing big I just would like it if you came over. If you’re not busy that is! I wouldn’t want to interrupt any plans you had”

The only plan he ever had was to pass out in bed until his next shift.

“Is Eight okay? I know that’s a little late to be baking but I get off at 7:30 and depending on where you live-“

“Eight is perfect! But don’t you want to go home first? I mean we can also do this on a day you’re free you know it’s easy for me to-“

“No, no it’s perfectly fine for me. I can come straight over. I- I consider you a friend as well and I’d like to help if I can.

That sounds so embarrassingly eager. He shifts again.

“Okay! Well, here!” You turn to grab some paper to give him your address and that weird feeling comes back tenfold. He can’t hide the little smile on his lips when you turn back around and hand him the slip of paper.

“I’ll see you at Eight, Tim.”

He likes the way you say that, he likes the way your cheeks stay flushed.

“I’ll see you at Eight Y/N.”

“Are you wearing cologne?”

John looks up from the bench where he’s tying his shoes. Tim pulls his jeans up over his butt and scoffs while buttoning them.

“No.”

“Are you sure?” John looks around for whoever else it could freaking be and Tim shuts his locker.

“I’m sure.”

He slips on his shoes and grabs his bag from the bench, giving John a little salute, and spins on his heel to leave. John hops out behind him, fixing the back of his shoe and Tim sighs.

“Is that the one I got you for last Christmas? That one was nice.”

“I’m not-“ Tim whirls around and Angela comes out from the locker rooms. She looks between the two of them before giving Tim a once-over.

“Are you wearing the cologne John bought you for Christmas last year?”

“See! I knew he was!”

“What? A guy can’t wear cologne??” He puts his hands on his hips and Angela snorts and mimics his stance.

“A guy can! But you? And after work? I don’t think so. Maybe before but-“

“I accidentally sprayed it okay? Can I go now?”

“Why wouldn’t you just tell us that?” John and Angela follow him out to his car and he lets his head fall against the window

“You know you can’t hide this from me right? Like you do realize this? You might as well just tell me.”

“And consequently me, just because I’m nosy” John shrugs.

“You know it won’t go any further” Angela puts her hand on his arm, giving it a reassuring squeeze and he groans loudly into the glass.

“A friend just invited me over after work okay? Wanted me to try out some new recipes they were making.”

“What kind of recipes?” John asks, and he’s just being kind okay, he’s just- he’s just trying to show interest in his friends' life-

“I don’t know she didn’t mention-“

“She??” Angela interrupts him by shaking his arm off his body. “She??? Who is she?? Do I know her? Can I know her?”

She’s asking a million questions a minute and Tim is glaring daggers at John and this whole thing is just making him feel weird. He doesn’t want anyone to know who you are, and it’s not that he’s ashamed of you, no it’s actually quite the opposite really. Though there’s nothing between you two to even feel ashamed about. But you know if there was he wouldn’t be.

It’s the thought that counts.

“I’ll text you okay? I will text you.” Tim is pushing Angela into John’s arms and he’s holding her back so he can get into his SUV.

“If I don’t hear anything before the morning I’m going to your house and waking you up.”

It’s a threat that he believes too. He gives John one more threatening look before shutting the door and waving them away so he can just freaking leave.

He’s about to pull onto the street when he gets a text from John. He rolls his eyes but reads it anyway.

BobTheBuilder: I keep leaving the shears on the porch. Haven’t had time to trim the rose bushes.

BobTheBuilder: If you’re going in that direction.

Maybe it wouldn’t kill him if someone knew he had plans tonight.

He shows up at your place, 10 minutes late and it drives him up the wall. Freshly cut roses in hand (Bailey was on the porch waiting with them tied up in a newspaper) he makes his way up to your front door and knocks. It’s a gorgeous shade of blue, it contrasts the light blue exterior and white trim. It’s an overall beautiful house really. He’s staring at the heart-shaped garland on your door when it swings open.

“Hey! Come on in!” You step to the side and he wipes his shoes on the rainbow mat before walking in.

“You know that could have been anybody. You didn’t ask who it was first” He scolds you immediately and he’s not sure why that’s the first thing out of his mouth but you smile at him and shrug while he slips out of his shoes and goes to set them next to yours on the shoe rack.

“No one else I know knocks like a cop”

“…I don’t knock like a cop I knock like a normal person.” He mutters under his breath as he sets them down. You giggle at his pouting and there his stomach goes again, flip floppin’ all over the place.

He clears his throat and stands up straight. He thought you were short from behind the counter… but now here he is right in front of you, and you’re a tiny little thing. You’ve gotta be a good foot shorter than he is and that stirs something somewhere else for him. Your curves aren’t hidden by your apron anymore either and he’s almost embarrassed to admit he’d barely ever looked at them before. But damn if he isn’t looking now.

You’re in a purple tank top with a weird little cat-type thing with black ear hat thingies?? He doesn’t know, and he doesn’t care. Because he’s never seen so much of your thighs before. Even on the hotter days you just wore capris to still try and keep your legs mostly covered and he wasn’t able to see that gorgeous honeyed skin.

What a crime really.

Your wide hips nearly have him drooling, and the way those matching black shorts cling to you like they’re just a little too small almost gives him a whole-ass heart attack. You’d said before you liked to be comfortable when you were baking, but this? He didn’t expect… this.

He doesn’t even realize you’ve asked him a question until you tug at the end of the newspaper.

“Huh?” He says a little dazed and you tug again.

“I said, “Are these for me?” You really didn’t need to”

“I wanted to” He hands them to you and follows you into the kitchen “They’re freshly cut so be careful with the thorns.”

Bailey had shaved off as many as she could for him before he got there. He thanked her with a kiss on the cheek and raced over to you.

“They’re beautiful, Tim” You practically bury your nose in the stunning blooms and inhale slowly. They’re absolutely gorgeous and smell just as amazing. You grab a pink vase from the cabinet and start to fill it with water from the fridge.

“I hope you’re okay with pizza. I thought since I was making you come over after work I could at least have some sort of dinner for you.”

“You didn’t need to go through all that,” he notices the pizza boxes on top of the counter, next to your large steel mixing bowl.

“I wanted to” You repeat his answer from earlier and it’s his turn to smile now. You’d thought about him, even in this little way you’d thought about him.

“Do you know how long you can stay for?” You put the vase on the windowsill and bring over the boxes, you hand him a plate and open it for him, and his mouth waters.

“As long as you need me to” He takes a few slices and hands you the plate and you scowl at him playfully before handing him the second plate. You grab a couple of cokes from the fridge and hand one over to him and sit next to him on the island.

He’s got time to go over your place a bit while he eats because you have no problem absolutely devouring this in silence and neither does he. It doesn’t super surprise him that your cabinet bases are pink, but the rainbow-themed doors are really interesting. The stand mixer is pink, and most of your appliances are pink actually.

The sleek dual ovens to the side make perfect sense and he can see them all preheated, all of your baking stuff is lined up on the counter ready to use as soon as you’re done eating. The stovetop embedded in the island in front of him is what’s impressive, there’s a slab off to the side that he assumes covers it when it’s not in use, and that makes it even cooler. The little sink to the side of that is just so precious too and it’s full of different fruits that have been washed and set to dry.

He takes his plate from the counter and spins around in the chair and looks out at the rest of the main area. It’s bigger than he expected, but also smaller. At the same time.

“I had the kitchen extended” You turn to the side and grab a slice “My happy place is here you know? So I thought putting a little extra into it was the best idea.”

“Your kitchen is stunning, you definitely made the right choice”

“Thank you!” You’re beaming and you look pretty when you smile like that. He feels that flutter again and clears his throat before setting his plate down.

“So… you like colors” He gestured with his crust to the rest of the room and you giggle and nod.

“A bit yeah! I don’t like sticking to one color pallet if I can make multiple work together you know? Color theory is very important to me.”

“Are you an artist?” His eyes trail over the random paintings hanging, the bits of pottery around the room holding your babies (Plants. They’re all named).

“Not me, one of my sisters did some of the paintings and the other did the pottery”

“You have sisters?”

He likes the golden frame hanging over the TV, and your couch is the largest, softest, fluffiest thing he’s ever seen in his entire life. How you keep it so pristine he’ll never know.

“Two of ‘em! I don’t see them a lot but that’s been really good for our relationship I suppose.”

“Never got along huh?” He turns to you with a knowing smile and you nod back.

“Oh, it was chaos that’s for sure. But I guess I love them or whatever. You know not that I would ever tell them that to their faces.”

“Of course not, why would you do something like that? People might think you actually care about them.”

“That’s what I’m saying!!” You laugh and whack his arm and he laughs with you but- and god it’s cheesy as hell but that’s the first time you’ve touched him and he can feel the warmth of where your fingers brushed.

“You want any more? You can help yourself! I should probably get started if you wanna get out of here at a reasonable hour.” You hop down off the chair and dust off your hands, taking your plate and cup you walk past him and start to wash them in the sink.

“I should honestly probably save room for whatever you’re making so I can actually give it a fair chance.”

He brings his plate over and gives you a little nudge, taking the brush from you and washing his own plate.

“And I told you, I’m here as long as you need me to be. So don’t feel like you have to rush okay?”

Okay but who gave him the right to stare at you like that while saying something literally totally completely innocent in the moment? It’s wishful thinking to have wanted that to have a heavier meaning. But like hey a girl can dream, right?

You take his dish from him and put it in the rack to dry. He wipes his hands on the towel and hands it to you with a wink and you melt and do a little wiggle. Which you know hopefully that part was subtle and maybe it just looked like you were like… doing- something.

Yeah no the look on his face says he knows exactly why you did that and there’s no way in hell you can play it off.

You know what whatever. It’s your damn house, you can turn into a puddle if you want to.

“Anyway…” you crinkle your nose at him “Go sit down so I can get started.”

“Do you need help with anything? I mean if you want me to stay out of the way I can. But I don’t want to just sit here doing nothing while you do all the work.”

He’s not sure why he offered, because he slightly sucks at baking but you light up when he asks and he thinks maybe it’ll be fine.

“If you really want to! I’d love that! Here!” You hand him a laminated piece of paper with a recipe for iced shortbread cookies.

“These are going to have a hint of lavender and the icing will be lemon”

“You’ve never done anything like that before?” He takes the paper from you and looks it over, your handwriting is pretty. He almost misses the lack of hearts over the “i” in your words.

“Nope! Because let’s be real I’ve been terrified of lavender. It can be so strong it makes it taste like you’re eating a flower you know?”

You pull a stool out from inside the island, a built-in in, and step up on it while pulling the sugar over to you. He snorts and brings you the butter and you glare at him and start to measure out the sugar.

“Why didn’t you have the counters custom-made to your size?” He plops the butter in and turns on the mixer for you.

“Because in case you haven’t noticed, I’m only about five feet tall? And those would be some pretty short counters. So a stool was the best plan. Besides, my dad helped me plan this entire kitchen and he’s about as tall as you are.”

He’s thinking about your height again now, and the clear difference between the two of you. He hands you the scoops of flour but he’s not really paying attention again. Because his mind is wandering to things that it doesn’t normally and it’s making his face feel hotter. He hands you the eggs and takes in how soft your hands are, even if you work with them all day and he wonders what they’d feel like wrapped around his.

Your long lashes flutter again your cheekbones as you stare down into the bowl and watch it spin around. You look up at him suddenly and he flinches a little. Your sweet doe eyes sparkle up at him and he’s so gone for you, even if he doesn’t really understand it yet. He just knows, whatever you asked of him he’d do it for you.

“Tim? Hello?”

You wave your hand in front of his face and he blinks rapidly.

“Sorry. Sorry, what did you ask for?”

Your lips are so pouty and kissable, they’re so just perfectly plump.

“I said I needed the lavender extract?” You point to the little bottle behind him and he turns for it. “What were you thinking about?”

Putting you on the counter and showing you that they were actually the perfect height.

“Oh- just. Uh- just work stuff I guess. Nothin’ important.” He hands you the lavender and you put in the littlest tiny amount possible.

“Yo if this doesn’t work out I’m gonna blame you”

“What! Why?!”

“Because technically you’re the only variable here? Like I usually bake on my own soooo…”

“Right. Right and not the lavender that you just mentioned was super powerful.”

“Exactly”

You step off your stool bring your mixing bowl over to the counter and set it down. Tim kicks your stool over for you and you smile and step back up on it.

“Good work assistant”

“Uh huh, make your damn cookies”

Every time you’ve seen Tim, he’s always so serious and on the job, except for when he’s with you. He’s actually really funny, and sometimes sweet. He chalked it up to just keeping you safe during your closing but sometimes he’d help out. He put things away for you or counted the money, or put the chairs up.

You got butterflies every time he’d walk in with that authoritative swagger in his step and it always sent chills through your body.

But now he’s here and he’s in your house and he smells so good and he looks even better. This man just got off a shift?? You wished you looked that good after a shift at the bakery. Whenever he passes behind you he places his hand on your back and grabs whatever he needs and brings it back to you and if that hand touches you one more time, the way it’s sinking lower and lower you’re going to jettison off this planet.

He tosses flour across the countertop for you and you turn the dough out onto it.

“Oh! Wait I forgot to add the actual lavender! Hold on I have some from my Gar-“

You stumble over your own feet and nearly topple off the stool and he catches you. You let out a little “oof” and crash into his chest. He holds you against him and this feels like a damn K-drama, how long is he going to hold you for?? How long are you going to stare at him like an idiot? Why did they just film the exact same angle for 24 frames and why do you eat up every single one??

“You good?”

It takes a second for you to realize he’s talking and you blink rapidly

“Uh- shit- no yeah I’m- thank you! Thank- thank you for you know… catching me” you trail off awkwardly and he snorts

“It’s kinda my job.”

“I thought your job was to arrest bad guys”

“And help damsels in distress” He leans in and your cheeks burn hot.

“Oh, so I’m a damsel in distress huh?” You crinkle your nose and he leans forward more and gives you a gentle head-butt.

“Mhm, an annoying one too.”

He rights you on the stool and grabs your lavender for you. He crushes it into the bowl to release the oils and rinses out his hands before coming back.

He stands behind you this time though. His chest is solid against your back and your cheeks flush immediately. You adjust yourself against him and he steps closer and you gulp.

You work the dough together, just enough to bring it into a relative log shape. But your hands are shaking from the close proximity and the plastic wrap gets all tangled when you try and put it around it.

“Are you always accident prone or is this just a fluke?”

His voice is so close to your ear that you can feel his breath with each word. His hands come around your thick waist, purposely sliding over your sides, and rest on the counter for a moment. Just to cage you in on purpose.

He takes the messy piece of plastic wrap from your hands and smooths it out, then places it over your little log and starts to roll it closed.

“An accident. Probably your fault too.” And even if you don’t want it to your breath hitch, you can feel the deep chuckle reverberating through his chest like a purr and it sends shivers down your spine.

“Yeah, I’m such a distraction huh? You distracted by me, cookie girl?”

“I make so much more than cookies” you grumble and his hands come to rest on your hips.

“Yeah… yeah you do don’t you? Brownie girl” He places a soft kiss on your neck and your eyes nearly pop out of your head.

“Cupcake girl?” He trails hot kisses down your bare shoulder and his hands slowly turn you in his arms.

“Pie girl?” You offer and Tim pushes the cookie log out of the way and puts you up on the counter. You’re a dream up there, his dream. You look so soft and shy and just bouncy.

“What kinda pie?” He steps between your legs and drags his hands over your plush thighs, giving them a squeeze.

“Well, actually I have this really good Oreo Cream….pie” your voice trails off and he snorts and kisses your forehead.

“You walked me into that one” You narrow your eyes and pout and he could just kiss that look off your face.

So he does. He leans in and lets his lips gently brush over yours. He nips at your bottom lip and you squeak and flinch back just a little but he’s right there, cupping your cheek and keeping you close to him.

“I have to put the- the log. The dough into the fridge”

He brings his other hand up and runs his thumbs over your cheekbones before tilting your head up and kissing you. Your fingers wrap around the front of his shirt and tug him closer and he smiles against your mouth and deepens the kiss making you completely forget all about the thing.

He takes his time exploring your mouth, tangling his tongue with yours. You taste like the sweet lavender dough you kept stealing little bites of. You’re sugary and sweet and he’s drunk already and he hadn’t even accepted the glass you’d offered with dinner.

His hands fall to your waist again and he squeezes your hips and brings you to the edge of the counter. Your arms wrap around his neck and you chase after him a little when he pulls away.

“Do you want me to put this in the fridge or not?” He’s got a teasing smile and you just want to wipe it off his face.

“Okay but can’t you just take me with you?” You whine a little and it’s a complete joke but when you go to let him go he grabs the log and picks you up with him.

You shriek and cling to him as he tosses the log into the fridge and nudges the door shut with his foot. He adjusts his grip on you and starts to walk over to the couch.

“Happy?”

“Very… but I don’t think we’re going to get to the blueberry lavender scones”

“Was your plan to just add lavender to things and call it spring-themed?” He puts you down so you’re propped against the fluffy armrest and sinking into it. You reach for him and he places his body over yours, his knees slotted on either side of you.

“…It’s a really good plan okay! And technically I was going to have different glazes and decorations!! What else could be more springy than lavender?”

“Strawberries? You could make strawberries and cream scones. John and Juarez know a guy who would go wild for that. Works for the LAFD, I know he’d bring them all by”

“Mmmm I should have thought of that one”

“I’m really surprised you didn’t” Tim smirks and leans down, capturing your lips with his and you pull him close to you again. He slides his hands under your shirt and smooths his hands over your skin. You can feel his fingers brush the cup of your bra and your cheeks heat up. In fact, you feel your full body heat up as he pulls the material down under them.

It’s like, really provocative the way they sit so nicely on top of your cups and you’ve never been more glad you wore your nicer one today for this. He palms one of your tits and your breath hitches again, he loves that sound. He watches your face for a moment, relishing in the way your heart pounds in your chest and knowing that he’s the one causing it.

“Jesus you’re beautiful”

He reaches around and unhooks your bra. Your breath stalls in your chest and he smirks and pulls it away from your body and sets it nicely on the back of your couch.

“Just like this okay? I’ll stop here… we’ll work up to the rest later.”

“Later?” You ask breathlessly and he attacks your neck, sucking and biting a mark there and you moan softly and let your head fall to the side.

“We’re not going to have time to bake all of this tonight. Maybe you can have a new special every week. And every week… I come over here…” His fingers toy with the band of your Kuromi shorts and you look into his eyes.

“And we take off another item of clothing”

“O-okay” You whisper and he grins wickedly.

“It’s a date.”

You don’t know it yet, but Tim has decided he’s sleeping over. He’s not sure how he’s gonna swing it but he’s not leaving tonight. He’s pretty sure the way you’ve been making out on the couch this whole time that you’d agree to him staying.

His shirt is off and on the floor and you’ve been trailing your fingers over his muscles and his chest, just feeling him. He didn’t realize how nervous he was about your opinion until your breath caught in your throat when he sat up, straddling your waist, and pulled it off.

He’d worked on that move when he was younger.

Your eyes went wide and you hesitantly reached your hands out before pulling them back. He reached for them and placed them on his chest for you, purposely holding them there so you could get over your shyness.

It doesn’t work and he chuckles when your hands slap over your face.

“Oh come on… don’t be shy now cookie girl”

“Is that seriously what you’re gonna call me now?” You slide your hands down your face and look away immediately. Because it’s literally either staring into his eyes or into his chest and neither of those is an option.

“You got any ideas? I’d love to hear them.”

He holds your chin in his fingers and turns you to look at him anyway. His eyes are so pretty, he’s so pretty.

“I don’t know! Something… cute!”

He leans down and kisses you slowly, letting his tongue lavish your mouth. Taking his time to taste how sweet and innocent you are.

“Something cute huh? Do I seem like the kind of guy who does “cute” pet names?“ he sasses you and you whine and wriggle beneath him.

He’d been being so careful to keep that particular… issue away from you. He’d maneuvered his body so he didn’t accidentally rub against you. But with all your squirming your molten core brushes against the aching hard-on in his pants and your jaw drops.

Mans is packing.

“Holy shit” You breathe and he adjusts himself a little, finally allowing what his inner gentleman had been keeping from you all night.

The way he settles onto you now is downright sinful, he leans in and rubs his nose against yours before his hand goes back to work under your shirt. Teasing your nipples into hard peaks and devouring every little sound that comes from you.

Your hips buck involuntarily and you swear he growls in your ear. You feel him press you into the soft couch a little more and his hips move gently against yours. He knows yours was an accident, so he’s just… testing the waters.

“It’s getting late” You strain your head back to see the clock on your wall, any distraction will do for now as you try and fight your hips to stop moving. But he’s not stopping and so you can’t stop either.

“Is it? I hadn’t noticed.” His lips are back on your neck and your fingers tug at his short hair.

“U-uh huh… do you need to leave soon?”

He goes from hot, wet, kisses to gently kissing your jaw before looking at you. He could kiss you all day now honestly, since he’d finally gotten his taste of you.

“Do you want me to leave?” He pulls back a bit more to give you space, room to breathe in air that isn’t him and you miss him immediately. You pull him back to your chest, back to the warmth of whatever you two were creating.

“No” for once you tell him firmly. “No… I just don’t want to keep you here so late. I know you need your sleep for tomorrow and let’s be real… we kinda accidentally derailed this evening”

You giggle playfully and he eats it up. He nuzzles his face into your neck and gives you one more kiss. Before laying his head on your chest.

“What if I slept over? We can actually make these cookies, let ‘em cool and I’ll sleep over. I seriously don’t mind this couch.”

He makes a little show of getting comfy on it and you and it sends another burst of butterflies through your stomach.

“Y-you could… if- if you wanted. I wouldn’t mind.”

“I want to,” He tells you, looking up at you. His chin rests on your chest and boy do you see the appeal now, no wonder people like that.

“If you’re so set on cuddling-“ Who knew Tim Bradford was a cuddler? He sure didn’t. “Maybe you can just, you know, sleep with me. We’re adults! We can share a bed. Besides you need support, not just maximum fluff.”

“I think you’re lying about this couch not having support. This is the second best thing I’ve ever put my body on.”

“What was the first?” You snort at his sassiness and he grins lazily.

“You.”

You shove his face away and finally pull yourself from his warm embrace and he barks out a laugh.

“Oh come on!”

“That was corny and you know it!!”

“And you ate it up. Don’t lie to me, I’m an expert on seeing right through your ass, Pixy.”

He stands up and stretches out his spine, his arms raising high above his head. You come over and place your hands on his sides.

“What did you call me?” You look up at him through your lashes and he knows he finally hit a home run with that.

“Pixy? Like those powdery candy tube things, Pixy Stix? God, I haven’t had one of those in years.”

“Oh, well. That’s cute.” You’re as nonchalant as possible while he’s calling you cute names and cupping your neck.

He can’t keep his hands to himself and it’s almost embarrassing to him. Is he seriously this touch-starved? That he’s throwing himself at you like some sort of touch-starved, overworked, undervalued, slut.

He doesn’t even have a shirt on anymore. Is he gonna end up baking like those shirtless TikTok dudes that Lucy sends him videos of to ruin his algorithm???

“Do you want to finish these cookies and head to bed?” It’s already damn near midnight and you guys have gotten nothing down but exploring each other's personal space and the top half of your bodies.

He couldn’t wait for next week's menu item… he was hoping you’d want to speed the process up a bit.

“Yeah sure”

[quinloki]

Well since you said 2nd asks are ok.....

I got begging, licking and threesome for Izou, Beckman and just because I feel he deserves more love Buggy 😁 pretty please.

Hahahaha, I love this! Izou and Beckman have similar vibes to me, and then in come Buggy \o/ Clown Prince of Chaos \o/

Just throwing all the vibes into disarray XD

But alright, Begging, Licking, and Threesomes, let's do this =3

Benn Beckman:

Begging - Yes - Gods he wants you to beg for him. Maybe not all the tears, but definitely the whimpered, stuttering babble of someone who is entirely too edge or overstimmed or exhausted to manage much of anything else.

He wants to feel your fingers tremble against his arms, your legs shake uncontrollably against his thighs. Watching the desperation in your eyes as you beg him to stop, or beg him for permission to cum. He wants to know just how specific you can, what you want from him, and how you want it.

There's praise to be earned on the other side of that begging, and he wants to reward you well.

Licking - Sure - Beckman would rather use his hands, I think, but he's not against licking you. Certainly not against letting you lick him. It's just not much of a kink for him.

There are certainly places he'll use his tongue, and places he's happy to let you use yours, but no one really refers to those actions as *licking* XD But if you want him to lick you, or have him let you lick him, he's alright with it.

Threesomes - Yes - He's here for it. He's not as gungho about it as Shanks gets, but he's certainly not against it. It'll be your call for who the 3rd is, Beckman's not concerned with it, and whoever it is he'll still be able to maintain some control.

Even if it's captain. Or maybe especially when it's hit captain xD

(Beckman/Marco/Reader when? Crocodile/Beckman/Reader-- ahem).

Buggy:

Begging - Yes - He's good at it. Hell, he's GREAT at it - I don't think he's necessarily good at it because he enjoys it XD I think it's just a matter of survival.

That said, I do think he appreciates getting you to beg. He maybe doesn't get to terribly into it because he can't shake his own connection to the act.

Now, that said, a darker/eviler Buggy definitely enjoys making you beg him. He probably uses it as a way to forget his own particular short comings (real or imagined) and gets pretty flashy with it. Closer to a FUCK Yes at the very least.

Licking - Yes - He's not overly enthusiastic about it, but he's not against it. I think the preference is for YOU to lick him, more than the other way around.

The idea that he detaches his tongue and just wiggles it around you probably amuses him. He's not going to complain if you kiss and lick him randomly, he'll take some body worship, but I think he's a bit impatient in the bedroom. He wants that tongue somewhere else.

Threesomes - ✨Situational✨ - I don't think Buggy likes sharing in any real capacity. He might enjoy showing you off by pushing the boundaries of public sex and/or just taking you in the middle of his circus, but he doesn't like Sharing.

But I also see him ending up in situations where he's being shared.

And I'm not just talking about the possibilities of the Cross Guild, but I can also see him "Flashily" surrounded by ladies. (I mean, I mostly imagine said reader being sure he's surrounded because it's flashy, but the point is it happens). Buggy can't help but enjoy the attention, and he's not saying no to any hanky panky XD

But that also makes him a little more amenable to the idea of a threesome. He still doesn't like sharing though.

Izou:

Begging - Oh god you don’t even know - Oh you're going to beg for him, pretty flower, you can count on that. You'll beg him to spank you, you'll beg him to stop. You'll beg him to let you cum, you'll beg him to stop forcing you to orgasm.

You'll beg sweetly and softly, you'll beg with tears streaming down your face. You'll beg as he fucks the air out of your lungs, and beg while you're choking on his cock.

He'll move your hair aside so he can see you all the better while you do your best.

He'll ease you into the idea so sweetly that soon you'll be begging him to make you beg.

Licking - Sure - Licking or getting licked, he's okay with it. Well, he's more than *okay* with it, but it's not much of a kink for him. He loves the taste of you sure, but he'd rather have his tongue between your lips while his hands wander your body, than he would enjoy licking your body.

He's not against you licking him, but meandering hands and soft kisses are more alluring to him over all.

(I feel like I need to say I do think there are characters into Licking, just maybe not these three so much XD )

Threesomes - FUCK Yes - While I think he likes to stay in control of who is coming into things with you, he also wants to be sure it's someone you're comfortable having come into things. He's not going to just bring someone in mid-session or anything like that.

But he'll notice when your eyes linger on someone, and he'll handle the, er, negotiations for the most part. It's fun when you know he's talking to someone about letting them fuck you, without you being a part of it, and then seeing that person casually on the ship and trying not to get flustered thinking about it.

That part is almost more alluring to him than when the actual time of the threesome shows up.

How May I Kink Your Head Canon?

[spr1ngpvrinbwunnie]

💜✨ Pixel-William and His "Love Glitches" Every Headcanons ✨💜

Sometimes — especially when he’s deep in thought — William’s body just... stops.

No flickering. No glitching.

He turns into a completely frozen, dark silhouette, just a static purple-black shape with his white glowing eyes.

It’s unnerving because he looks like a dead sprite in a broken video game — like you should reach out and touch him and he would vanish.

(If you poke him during this time, he jolts violently back into movement — like a record scratch — and acts super grumpy about it: "Don't touch me when I’m buffering, you little gremlin.")

William has a dumb little habit of glitching objects when he’s jealous or bored.

If you’re giving something else (like a plush, or even a book) more attention than him, he’ll "steal" it with a glitch swipe — literally corrupting it so it "blips" out of your hands and appears in his.

He’ll stand there with your book/plush/phone in his arms, his expression smug and neutral like,

"Mine now. Should’ve paid attention to me, sweetheart."

And if you scold him? Tiny pouty pixel hearts start leaking from his body while he tries to look "evil."

William doesn’t laugh like normal anymore.

When he’s genuinely happy — like if you tell him a dumb joke, or you cuddle him out of nowhere — his voice can’t keep up with the emotion.

Instead of a normal laugh, it comes out as a broken, stuttering noise — a glitchy, low, hah-HHA-ha-HA that sounds so messy and human it makes your heart ache.

Sometimes it stutters so badly that his chest pixelates and his arms spark as if he’s about to crash.

(You always tell him he sounds like a broken record. He threatens to bite you. He never actually does.)

His Love Language: "Territorial Glitching." - William doesn’t know how to say "I love you" like a normal person.

Instead, he glitches his energy into anything he loves — meaning, you.

You’ll often find little harmless pixel 'marks' on your clothes, skin, and even your belongings — faint patches of purple static, tiny corrupted glitches that almost shimmer when the light hits them.

They don’t hurt you. They’re just... there.

His way of silently claiming you.

You’re his favorite "data." His most precious corruption.

If anyone else tries to get too close, he doesn’t even have to say anything — they just feel the glitching air, the wrongness, the distortion around you.

(You're his home, and he wants the whole world to know it without ever saying a word.)

He Can Make a Heart Shape But Pixelated

The heart-shaped glitches are completely involuntary. They don't appear unless William’s emotions spike way too high — specifically emotions he doesn't like to admit: affection, adoration, love.

They’re tiny, pixelated fragments — sharp and simple little hearts in hues of purple, lavender, and pink, like someone mashed together old 8-bit video game graphics with a Valentine’s card.

They usually drift lazily out of his chest or shoulders when he’s relaxed around you — especially during really vulnerable moments: cuddling, you kissing his forehead, you randomly saying "I love you" while half-asleep.

He hates them.

Not because he doesn’t feel the love — but because they expose him.

He can act stoic and smirking and teasing all he wants... until you see a literal cloud of floating hearts blinking out of him.

The first time you saw it happen, you laughed and reached out to touch one, and it popped with a soft "pwing!" sound against your fingers.

William glitched in pure embarrassment — full-body "bzt-bzt!" twitch — before snapping, "Forget that. Didn't happen. You’re hallucinating."

He’s absolutely the type to pretend he’s too cool for it: crossing his arms and sneering, "Pfft. Hearts? Me? Please."

But his pixels betray him — another heart will casually drift past his ear mid-sentence and you’ll just smirk knowingly.

You make it worse. You start calling them out when they appear:

"Ooh, another one!"

"Wow, look at this one! It’s extra pink, you sap!"

"You must really love me if you’re spawning whole flocks of hearts now, Will."

And every time, without fail, he’ll glitch harder — his form flickering slightly like a VHS tape rewinding too fast.

He pretends he's going to murder you for teasing him.

He’ll grumble and threaten all sorts of pixelated revenge — "Don’t make me short-circuit you, darling." — but he never actually pulls away.

If anything, he holds onto you tighter, like he’s trying to squeeze the hearts back inside his body.

When he’s really overwhelmed — like if you kiss his "mouth" and whisper something genuinely heartfelt — the heart glitches multiply and orbit around you both for a few seconds, like you’re standing in the middle of a broken, romantic snowfall.

Secretly, deep down? William doesn’t hate the glitches at all.

He cherishes them... because it means that despite everything — despite the static, the corruption, the brokenness — he still knows how to love you.

When He Blushing(?)

Because William’s body is this weird half-pixelated, glitched sprite made real, he doesn’t blush normally — like, no rosy cheeks or anything.

Instead... his glitches react to his emotions.

When he’s embarrassed, flustered, or overwhelmed with affection (especially because of you), here’s what happens:

His pixel colors “bleed” into softer shades. Normally, he’s dark purple and black — but when he gets flustered, there’s this faint pinkish-purple glow that starts leaking off the edges of his form, like his body's overheating and can’t keep the color boundaries sharp.

Tiny, rapid flickers. The pixels at his temples, the tops of his shoulders, and even the tips of his fingers will glitch faster, sparking in little unpredictable bursts like a short-circuit. (It's like he's trying to contain the feeling and failing miserably.)

Little heart-shaped pixel glitches. Sometimes, if he’s really destroyed emotionally (like if you kiss him unexpectedly or say something stupidly sweet), heart-shaped glitches will pop off of him without his control. The more he tries to suppress it, the worse it gets.

Body stiffening and awkward twitching. He'll lock up completely, trying to act like nothing is wrong — standing there with his arms crossed like a stubborn statue — but tiny tremors will keep betraying him: his fingers tapping rapidly against his arm, his foot tapping the floor. He freezes up even more, trying to hide the fact that he’s feeling all sorts of weird, human emotions. His whole form stiffens, pixels sparking like a malfunctioning game character. He’s totally frozen, just standing there, looking so unnervingly still, but his face (if you could see it properly) is glitching hard with bright purple/pink static.

His 'eyes' (the white pupils) flicker or widen. When he’s embarrassed, his blank white eyes get much wider (you know, the pixelated kind of "wide"), making him look like a deer caught in the headlights of affection. His body tries to hide it, but his eyes totally give him away. Because he doesn’t have normal pupils, when he’s flustered, they might "flicker" rapidly like a computer monitor trying to refresh — or even widen dramatically, giving him a huge, panicked deer-in-the-headlights look.

That stupid, angry, flustered growl. He growls not because he’s mad — he’s embarrassed. But because William refuses to have normal healthy emotions, he tries to cover up his feelings by acting irritated.

He hates it so much that he often tries to “reboot” the blush by sweeping a hand across his face, triggering a brief full-body glitch that almost erases the color—then flinches when he realizes it didn’t work.

Example: You: "Aww, you're blushing! You're cute when you get all melty like that~" William (sparking violently, covering his face): "SHUT YOUR BLOODY MOUTH, YOU DAFT—"

(He’s so gone, it’s actually pitiful.)

Cuddling Pixel William

First of all, William doesn’t really understand cuddling at first. His pixelated form isn’t made for delicate things — he’s used to glitching through walls, not curling around a human.

The first time you snuggle up to him, he goes completely stiff — like a blocky statue — his whole body buzzing anxiously with static. (You can almost hear the quiet internal screaming: "what do I do with my arms? what do I do with my legs??")

His texture is wild — up close, he feels like a mix between soft velvet, smooth LCD glass, and faint crackling static all at once. You can literally feel little vibrations running under his "skin," a constant low hum like he's alive at a different frequency than everything else around you.

When you nuzzle against his chest (well — approximate chest), you hear tiny electronic noises: soft beeps, distant white noise, occasional glitchy chimes, like you're lying against a living, broken computer.

He eventually, awkwardly, wraps his pixelated arms around you — and oh god, once he relaxes, it’s over.

His body warms up slowly as you cuddle — it starts cool but within minutes, he's radiating gentle heat, like an old computer left on overnight.

If you stay pressed to him long enough, the humming of his body syncs up faintly with your heartbeat — a subtle thrumming pulse that grows stronger when he’s happy or calm.

He doesn’t purr or make normal breathing sounds — but sometimes, when you squeeze him tighter, he lets out a tiny glitchy vibration, almost like a soft, broken laugh.

His "smile" stays the same, but his white eyes soften into a kind of glow — not brighter, just... gentler, less sharp. It's how you know he’s at peace.

And if you fall asleep against him? He’ll stay completely still, letting his static softly buzz around you like a protective blanket, warping reality a little just to keep you safe.

The next morning, your hair will be an absolute disaster — sticking up in every direction — and William will just tilt his head and smirk at you like, "My masterpiece."

🌟 BONUS: If he really adores you that night, little heart-shaped glitches — tiny pink and purple pixel fragments — sometimes float around him when you’re cuddling. He hates that you noticed it once and refuses to admit it happens.

Sweet Kisses & How a Kiss with Pixel William Feels

His face looks hard and jagged from a distance, like it’s made of glitching blocks and static, but when you touch him, it's surprisingly warm and semi-solid, almost like touching a heated hologram — there's give under your lips, a soft vibrating hum beneath the surface.

His "skin" feels like a mix of silky fabric and static electricity, constantly humming faintly against your mouth when you kiss him.

His smile — that permanent black crescent — doesn’t move normally, but when you kiss him, you can feel subtle tiny twitches, like he's trying to respond even though his corrupted body doesn’t allow a full smile movement anymore.

When your lips brush against the spot where his mouth should be, you sometimes feel tiny electrical flutters, like butterflies made of static skimming your mouth and your cheeks.

If he really leans into it (which he rarely does unless he’s very vulnerable or desperate for you), the glitching in his body slows down, almost purring softly, and for just a moment, you can feel the "pressure" of him kissing you back — the pressure of affection, even if it’s not a traditional human kiss.

Afterward, when you pull away, you sometimes get a faint tingle across your lips, almost like you’ve been lightly zapped — but it's a comforting sensation, not painful. It’s his way of leaving a mark on you.

You like to surprise him with kisses on his black grin. Sometimes you just lean up and peck the middle of it without warning, and he always glitches in surprise, like you short-circuited him for a second.

He acts like it's a nuisance ("Tch — was that really necessary?" he'd mutter), but he never pulls away — in fact, if you look closely, you can sometimes see the white glow of his pupils flickering faster, which is his version of blushing.

If he's in a particularly good mood, he might trap you after you kiss him — one blocky hand placed on either side of you — forcing you to accept a static-charged kiss in return, a rare thing that feels like a low thrum of pure energy flowing between you two.

Sometimes after especially affectionate moments, your hair sticks up slightly from the static he leaves behind, and he absolutely smirks at the sight.

Jealous Pixel-William

William doesn't get jealous like a normal person — he gets intensely, glitchily possessive.

If he sees someone flirting with you (or even thinking about it too much), the pixels around him start crackling harder, his whole form twitching at the edges, like he’s about to either phase out of reality or punch someone through a wall.

He won't immediately confront you about it — no, he'll just teleport-glitch closer to you, appearing suddenly right behind you, cold static kissing your shoulders, and then press his forehead to the side of your head, the way you’d claim a person with a touch. (You’d just hear that distorted voice low in your ear: "Mine." followed by a barely-there zap of static affection.)

If someone pushes too far, William will not hesitate to scare the absolute life out of them with a sudden, horrifying static-stuttered smile appearing right in their face — without ever touching them. Just existing wrongly enough near him is threat enough.

Later, when it’s just you and him, he'll pretend he wasn’t jealous. But if you press kisses against his black, pixelated smile and call him "jealous glitchy boyfriend," his entire body will crackle with embarrassed static — and he won’t deny it.

[kishabuns]

Face reveal!! + The “Forget You Manifested It” Method (And Why It Works Like Magic ✨)

(New method unlocked!!)

You know how you randomly think of someone, and then boom they text you? Or you casually wish for something, forget about it, and suddenly it happens out of nowhere? Yeah, that’s not a coincidence. It’s a technique.

Here’s the secret: When you want something too much, you create this desperate, anxious energy around it. But when you genuinely forget about it, your subconscious keeps working on it behind the scenes without your overthinking ruining the vibe.

How to do it:

1. Write it down like it’s already yours – No “I want” or “I wish.” Write, “I love my new car” or “I always get what I want.”

2. Feel the excitement for like 10 minutes max – Hype yourself up, visualize it, imagine how good it feels… and then?

3. Move on like you don’t even care – I’m serious. Act like you already have it, and then go live your best life.

4. Watch it sneak up on you – One day, you’ll be mid-latte sip, minding your business, and BOOM your manifestation will hit you out of nowhere.

Real-life success story?

I wrote down that I wanted a random, unexpected $500. I hyped myself up, visualized it, then completely forgot. A few weeks later, I was decluttering and found an old birthday card with $300 in it, and the next day, my friend paid me back $200 she forgot she owed me. I screamed.

Try it, then come back and tell me how fast it worked. You’ll be shocked.

[rhiannons-bird]

a sea change made me so happy (might’ve cried twice but still!) in so many ways I still can’t believe we actually got to have this, unorganised thoughts with spoilers under the cut:

- Matthew learning to let go of his guilt yes please

- I really liked that he got to properly grieve Christopher, or rather that we at least had a glimpse at his journey through his grief and its long-term consequences

(it resonated with me a lot because I too lost a person at a very traumatic time when there wasn’t much room to grieve and it was cathartic to read about the same process I went through)

- seeing Christopher was kind of a lot though ngl

- some of Matthew’s inner monologue is devastating but very accurate to how I imagined it and I’m just so grateful to finally get his POV

- the vampire theatre troupe speaks to the IWTV fan in me! (though they’re a lot less unhinged)

- I feel like Matthew matured in his relationship with downworld in a way that seems like a very natural progression from what he was already like at a younger age, and ofc he‘s the rare type of shadowhunter who understands the concept of verbal conflict resolution <3

- I feel like Cassie perfectly captured that sense of Matthew having changed but still being Matthew and continuing on his journey (not just in the literal sense), it feels both familiar and novel at once

- idc what anyone says he‘s fucking hilarious and Sylvain clearly agrees with me on this

- James and Cordelia consistently being mentioned aah

- nooooo not another sad parabatai story 😭

- I love Sylvain! I enjoyed the randomly peppered in bits of French way more than is sensible haha

(even completely separate from how he reminds me -and Matthew- of James, he’s genuinely great on his own)

- that being said, Heronchild nation was fed, yay!

- Vampire!Matthew reference who cheered

- Matthew running around unaware of his celebrity status is hilarious to me

- not Oscar immediately falling asleep after saving Matthew and completing random tasks for him lol (at least that means he slept through Math and Sylvain hooking up in the same room 😭)

- « MATHIEU » OMG I ADORE THEM

- this was a much needed addition to the ChoT ending, our golden boy deserves happiness and healing, I‘m just so happy for him

- but also on a more personal note, there‘s ✨reasons✨ I relate to Matthew so much, atp he genuinely motivates me to stay on the path of recovery, and some lines were incredibly hard hitting, I‘ll definitely carry them with me into a (hopefully) brighter future

[a-really-cool-blog-name]

Breaking Don au (TMNT 2012)

The plot of this au is that during the events of "The power inside her" April kiiinnndaa messes up badly when bringing Donnie back and it doesn't do it right, to put it lightly.

So now Donnie is basically split into two separate people, the vast majority of his soul who goes by Donatello and his body who goes by Dee. Now no one knows that April did this incorrectly except for the two halves because Dee has tiny parts of him that are based off of what April knows about Donnie so he looks almost completely right and since his soul is so close to him constantly it looks like it's just normal.

Eventually the two halves are going to form back into Donnie but that's at the end of the story this is just like an overview.

I phrased this kind of badly I'm simplifying to keep this shorter until you click the read more.

Art and more details down below 👇 (you want to click the read more button so badly 🌀)

Just a wee warning before we start-

this is also a TMNT 2012 rewrite in the background because uhhhhh I haven't...seen...the show? PUT DOWN THE TOMATOES! WAIT LET ME EXPLAIN! Okay so it all started when I was a wee child-

okay no I'm not going to do that bit it's just that I can't handle bad romance subplots or forced drama (I can handle drama just not forced weird type of drama that happens and some types of kid shows) and I've seen like clips of the show and I like a lot of parts of the show from what I've seen of it but honestly I think the love triangle would kill me and even if I didn't I'm scared I'll watch it and then not be able to enjoy the community anymore around it so this is actually just me being weird around media again, like I like other types of TMNT shows like I loved rise and I watched mutant mayhem and I liked that quite a bit and I like what I see of other shows I just haven't gotten around to watching them yet, so I kind of like TMNT 2012 like by proxy and I'm like "oh well I don't have any plans to watch the show so" and then like the community kind of like hit me over the head with a keyboard so now I'm a fan of like the community I don't know man I'm just here to have fun

"So why are you making an au of it if you've never even seen it fully?" It's fun. Idk man please correct me if I get any big details wrong I may watch the show eventually but right now I haven't.

Anyway on to the actual AU as opposed to me ranting about the ✨guilt✨ I feel randomly- (I'm coping)

Donatello! (Spirit)

"If- if I- I chop you up in a meat grinder and all that was left of you was only your eyeball, haha, you're probably dead! Haha! You are probably going to die! I mean not you specifically but-" -Donatello at some point before realizing how crazy he sounds.

"But that's not what a spirit in 2012 looks lik-" I KNOW IT'S FOR LORE (aka I think it looks cool and bonus I don't have to draw arms my beloathed)

He is the VAST MAJORITY of Donnie's soul and thinks he just is Donnie, he is VERY pissed about Dee "stealing" his body because of this.

He has (most of not all of) Donnie's memories and acts mostly like regular old Donnie with some minor exceptions that could also be attributed to the whole..."Being spilt into tiny atoms by one of his closest friends and then being brought back into awareness only to find some random guy piloting HIS body (it looks kinda weird from the whole turning to atoms thing but thankfully mostly back to normal) that thinks he's you with amnesia (he's for some reason not telling anyone he thinks he has amnesia) and he can't interact with anyone nor can anyone see him EXCEPT FOR THE 'IMPOSTER' WHO CAN'T EVEN GET HIS NAME RIGHT" thing, perchance.

Knows over time that the... "incident" wasn't April fault but Donatello can't help but freak out anytime he sees her.

Completely freaked out by how uncanny it is to see "yourself" doing things without you controlling, ESPECIALLY when Dee gets hurt.

MUCH stronger at spiritual stuff than Donnie because welllll- it's In the name

Can go to the astral plane briefly but it starts to hurt both him and Dee after like an hour or so (Donatello can't feel pain most of the time so it's REALLY strong as he ain't used to it as much) he talks with Tang Shen there, He calls her Mom because I think that's sweet. (She is a little confused and concerned about what exactly happened to him as he isn't constantly there, is really young, stays in the living relume most of the time somehow, he does not look like a normal spirit, and something about being split in half and his body still living 'normally'? The more she hears the more she wishes he would explain thoroughly) Donnie will retain this ability when recombined.

Over the course of the story he and Dee get much closer as he accepts that Dee isn't being malicious and ALSO never asked for this.

Later in the story he can pick up small items briefly and push items if they are close enough to Dee and he concentrates enough.

Dee! (Body)

"Don't be suspicious, don't be suspicious!" -Dee's life motto

Why did I put Donatello on a black background and Dee on a white one? Good question! Anyway-

He's supposed to be slightly paler then before only really noticeable when you're looking at a before and after image but very concerning when you are. (I might change what his eyes look like cuz it kind of didn't succeed on that part lmao)

As you can tell because you probably can see, he ties his mask up much shorter than Donnie did, his mask itself also came back a bit paler after it came back with him in the incident.

Still fully sapient due to April's memories of Donnie and a VERY small piece of his soul that stayed with him.

Doesn't really have any of Donnie's "memories" but does know some information about himself (ie who his brothers and friends are, some basic tech stuff, etc) mostly stuff April would know Donnie would know however he doesn't remember that his name should be Hamato Donatello instead of Donatello Hamato until Donatello gets pissed at him. (Mostly because April didn't connect that the surname goes first)

He is the only one who can see, hear, and interact at all with Donatello.

His brothers are concerned with how unaffected he seems to be about the disintegration and April getting possessed in general (He literally can't remember it)

Super anxious when it comes to someone finding out he's not the 'real Donnie' because despite the fact that he fully believes Donatello (mostly because well who has the memories here) that he is somehow a fake person who has taken over someone else's identity, he still loves his brothers and friends

Kinda meaner to Casey and dislikes him more than Donnie or Donatello at the beginning. (Casey grows on him after a while) Mostly because, once again, that's how April sees their relationship as just enemies.

Still loves to invent but doesn't have all the knowledge still, he tries to bounce ideas off of Donatello often, which Donatello (once he calms down more) will partake in.

Does kinda start to (I don't really know how to properly describe this) have 'his soul' (fraction) expand? In a way, idk how to phrase that well but I'm bullcraping a lot of lore here soooooo essentially souls will get "larger" in a way (not really like physical size but like experience that comes with more spiritual growth if you work on it and crap? Like how aging doesn't always mean getting more knowledge but it frequently comes with it and how you don't have to age a lot to get knowledge but like you can as well I don't know how to phrase this one, guys, good luck understanding me 🙏) I mean Donatello's does too but that was like expected.

Was VERY happy to learn later in the story that he did indeed have a part of Donnie in him and he's not just like, a random soulless guy accidentally impersonating him.

[Ending this section because I don't know how else to do it]

Sooo, yeah. I don't know how much I'll do for this au but I just wanted to get the designs down and make a post about it. I do have like one chapter the fanfiction in the works but don't get your hopes up.

You know what time it is now? BONUS IMAGES

Two alternative designs with Donatello because the smudge tool is fun

Alternative Dee with a bow! (Get it because bow and bo staff- I'll leave) I imagine Mikey probably did that for him.

[mylittlesecrethaven]

I'm Making Fluff Headcannons Cause I'm Sad: Octavinelle

Let's goooo.

This might be a little hard since the resident psycho and socio are in this post, but I'll get as fluffy as I can cause I need it cause Darling in the FRANXX is starting to hit my feels.

Azul:

So, we're aware that this mans pretends to be confident

And I know it's huge headcannon fodder to add him trying to be all suave

But

For me, I feel like Azul would turn that suaveness off for you

And you only

Like, he's not even this comfortable around the tweels

Once y'all are alone and work's done for the day, this man is a cuddle bug (octopus? idk)

Constantly wants to be near you or touching you

If you don't like physical touch that much, he'd be ok with only having cuddle sessions every now and then

But he needs them

If you make the physical touch a very special occasion type thing though, he's gonna feel so special and loved when you allow it

Also, if he has to act indifferent around you for whatever reason-

He apologizes for it so hard afterwards

No PDA

I beg

This poor mans

And his poor heart

Also, also also also

Because I love this headcannon

If you two have been together for a while (and I mean a while)

He would most def wants cuddles in his octo form

(as long as you don't say anything negative about his octo form)

(please praise him and call him pretty in his octo form)

Also, most def gives you discounts at Monstro Lounge

Jade:

First thing cause I think it's gonna be his biggest thing for his lover

Let's you mess with the mushrooms in the greenhouse

Without him around

Also, you both go on hikes

So often

And if you're not a hiking person,

Simply brings back his finds

Mans loves your smile

And he hopes you love his

(His genuine one, not his fake one)

(Also, if you could tell apart his fake one and his real one, he'd be so happy)

Trust me on this, you'll know every recipe under the sun and ✨under the sea✨ that has mushrooms in it

Personal bodyguard

Anybody on you? Call Jade

He'll be right there to take care of your problem

And mans can notice any change in your behavior

Are you nervous?

He knows

Are you happy?

He knows

Are you angry?

He knows

And he knows how to react to every emotion

Floyd:

Y'know how Jade has his mushrooms?

Floyd has his shoes

And he'll even let you touch them

I know, how scandalous

I feel like Floyd would most like someone who could match his energy

Like, you gotta be just as crazy as him

And if you're upset, he can so easily bring you outta that dump of a mood

But if you're chill, he'll just tease you

Also, another favorite headcannon of mine

If you're short, he just loves picking you up and carrying you around

If you're his height, he loves just staring eye to eye with you and randomly starting funny face contests

And if you're taller than him (which just seems near impossible), he loves to just wrap his arms around you and snuggle into you

Mans is not ashamed of PDA either

Will kiss/hug/whatever you want in front of other people

Absolutely loves kissing tho

Also likes it when you admire his teeth

Will compliment you without thinking twice and will not even mean to, he just thinks you're that pretty/handsome and smart and amazing

I hope these were ok..... It's been a minute since I did the last posts for this, so they might not be as good....

Lemme know what y'all think!

[ebonyslasher]

Hey I'm new to these requests so sorry if it's bad. Plus been reading ya stuff and I feel like you are the only one who can do this justice. But for some reason having the slashers react to their s/o having a decrepit version of their fit makes me laugh. Like they seem so excited to show them and it's just.. 👁️👄👁️bad. (Um I do see you're on hiatus so I'm sorry if this is an inconvenience or anything.) Also can this be the mask that Michael s/o has plz?

Hey! Thank you so much for reading my work and sending this in. That mask cracks me up

What the hell you got on?!! Slasher mask reaction:

Michael Myers

You saw that mask at a spirit halloween and had to get it

That specific one in Haddonfield couldn't sell the more accurate, original one anymore....mostly due to combined ptsd lol.

But, this would be great to use to try to get a reaction out of him...maybe a chuckle 🤭

It seems impossible but you were successful a few times, he just has....dark humor.

Knowing him, you had to just go ahead and out the costume on in the parking lot. That nigga be stalkin'.👀

You bust through the door🚪 with the whole fit on, confident as hell

😠Michael strides to the front door, figuring out why you making all that fuckin noise and slammin' doors in HIS house.

Michael sees you. And he stops.

You looking how you looking is looking at Michael and he's looking at you.

Girl...what the fuck you got on?

Michael knows he don't look like that y/n🫤, you look derpy. He looked intimidating- there's a difference!!!

He starts to walk past, acting unaffected. But, he swiftly pulls that shit off.

You're shocked 😲, he just scalped you! You start giggling.

"Michael that cost money!!!" 😩

Michael thinks, 'You shouldn't care, you were wasting it with this shit anyway.'

Stu +Billy

Oh, this shit was perfect.

You saw this while browsing on e-bay and thought that Stu and Billy would love this. And you got an old big ass block cordless phone too? Oh baby!✨

You went over their house to spend the night. And of course you hid the costume and mask in the spennanight bag 👜. Y'all were in the middle of the first blunt rotation. You excused your self to the bathroom so you could enact your grand plan.

Taking your personal fat ass weed 🍃pen, you hopped into the bathroom and put the costume on. You also smoked tf up out of the bathroom so you could have some smoke as a background.

Throwing open the door, you jump out and say, "Wassuppppp!!!!"

They look at you, shocked, before Stu and Billy double over. They are hollering.

Y'all all crying 😂 over the mask. The weed wasn't making things better

Stu and Billy both randomly say WASSUPPP😝 and point at each other as they laugh.

Honestly they love it. and your grand entrance ? Fantastic

Bubba Sawyer

Listen.... you don't know about putting someone else's skin on your face

If you want to do that, by all means. you strong as fuck. And fit right the fuck in with who you with.

But you find this mask for pretty cheap online, the others were....costly (like $100 + for the good ones, dayum!)

Once it's delivered, you run up into a random room and shut the door. You put it on and look in the mirror as you evaluate the mask.

Man, what the hell were these ears?🙃 It looks like someone tried to make earmuffs but didn't really know what they were.

Also this fucking hair? You looked like a fucked up lunch lady

It's huge asf on your head, balloon 🎈 ass mask. It's lopsided. Looking like you got hit and was turned halfway loose

Bubba comes in and spots you with the mask.

He starts, jumping and clapping❤️❤️. Bubba is bubbling and squealing at how cute you are.

Essentially he's like, "oh baby yay!" He loves it. Bubba doesn't think it looks bad! He's flattered! 🤗

It's like physical thing that represents you truly being a part of the family~

Pinhead

Well...Pinhead's face isn't a mask. It's his damn face. But it'd be a mask for you!

You gotta show your appreciation to yo mans!!! and mess with his ass. He's dramatically hilarious.

There were, surprisingly, a lot of masks made of Pinhead's face. It was a bit odd, but useful for what you needed. At least you didn't have to make one from scratch. 🤷🏿‍♀️

However, You still wanted to be a little creative. Dip a lil toe into your ✨craft era✨.

So, it was obvious you got one without the pins! Going to the store and seeing to most colorful 🎨 of pins was an automatic yes.

Now, this shit was not easy putting in. Some of them was bent every whichaway, the holes were uneven so some were drooping.🫠

You looked a mess, chile.

"Y/n...what is the meaning of this?" You snicker. "Babe, I'm You!"

"So, you attempt to mock ME! Blasphemy!"

"Not trying to mock you!! I was making this so I could be like you...and mess with you a little."

"Silly human....tsk tsk. I will have my comeuppance."