#i feel like im doing so much but im just having fun

[pazziescapism]

Break Our Ice - Chapter 3

pairing: paige x azzi

wc: 4.3k

au fic what??, figureskater!Azzi x icehockeyplayer!Paige

fake dating, just like playful banter teasing relationship to lovers, basically paige and azzi dancing around each other

a/n: chapterrrr threeee!! this chapter is kinda pretty much fluff and idk why it took me so long tbh, as always, thanks for reaching i hope u all enjoy :))

It’s in the interest of getting to know each other better that Azzi finds herself at a bar, two weeks into their fake relationship, sharing a book with Jana, Ice, and Nika. KK hadn’t been able to make it, leaving Nika slightly bored with no one around to take her mind off the pair sitting across from her.

(Azzi has a little too much pride to admit that she likes the group of them after all but can acknowledge that they aren’t the worst company she’s ever had on a weekend. Even with the occasional interrogations from Nika.)

“I have a question.” Nika says, just as Azzi takes a sip of her drink. “didn’t you say that hockey was a sport for people who were cocky and thought they were too good at skating and football so they decided they should do both at the same time?”

Azzi chokes on the alcohol going down her throat,

“Must have been someone else. I would never say that” she says, wiping her mouth. “I actually have a lot of respect for the career of..uh…hitting people with big sticks believe it or not.”

“We hit people with big sticks for money” Nika says dryly. “While I assume, from Paige’s experiences at least, that you do it just for fun.”

“You assume correctly,” Azzi says, smiling sweetly. “On an unrelated note, I’m going to take this knife and go into the car park for a minute.”

Paige’s arms wrap around her as she moves to stand. Azzi is pulled down with a yelp, one had landing heavily on the edge of the table, her ass falling directly into Paige’s lap.

“No slashing tires,” Paige says, giggling. “Nika doesn’t play when it comes to her car.”

Azzi thinks she must be flushed all the way from her chest up to her hairline, but she doesn’t move out of Paige’s lap, just shifts to ger more comfortable. “I wasn’t going to slash her tires,” she sniffs. “I was going to key her car. With a knife.”

Paige presses a kiss against the nape of her neck, right where it meets her shoulder. “No property damage.”

Azzi feels unbearably hot, the press of Paige’s chest around the curve of her spine is impossible to ignore. She’s starting to feel like she’ll have to kill someone by the end of this, even if that someone ends up being herself.

“This is a booth,” Nika says. “Are you aware we have to look at you?”

“Should have brought your boyfriend” Azzi says, red in the face and smug and spoiled.

“Im just glad your finally dating,” Jana says, halfway through the food she was previously devouring.

“Yeah” Ice agrees. “I was getting a little tired of all that flirting before and everything.”

“All that flirting?” Azzi echoes, sitting up straighter in Paige’s lap. She hadn’t started flirting with Paige until two weeks ago. “What flirting? I don’t flirt with people, they flirt with me.”

“You know,” Jana says, even though Azzi definitely does not know. Jana turns her attention to Paige who was finally paying attention to something other than the girl in her lap. “You were always talking to her, and calling her across the room, and making little jokes with each other. Every time she was there, you’d start looking for her.”

“That wasn’t- we-” Paige splutters. “I was teasing her.

“Right,” Jana says carefully, biting into another wing. “If you say so.”

“Az,” Paige says, turning determinedly to Azzi, who winces upon hearing her name called. “Explain to them that I was teasing you”

Azzi presses a kiss to her cheek placatingly. “And you were doing such a good job, baby.”

“Whatever. You guys are crazy,” Paige says, leaning back in her sea, only slightly mollified. “That’s crazy.”

They stumble out of the bar at nightfall, and Azzi has only had two drinks, but she feels drunk, nonetheless, blindingly happy with the comfort of Paige’s company, always touching, always in close contact.

As if on cue, a rough hand settling into the dip of her waist, strong arm moulding itself along her back like it belongs there. She smiles to herself, and turn to look at Paige, unable to hold back a shiver at the warm weight of her arm around her.

“Are you cold?” Paige asks immediately, her eyebrows furrowing in concern. “You should have brought a thicker jacket, or at least a scarf. Do you even own a scarf? I’ve never seen you wear a scarf.”

Azzi hasn’t even had time to say anything in defence before Paige had draped her own jacket around Azz’s shoulders. And, well, once it’s there, what’s she’s going to say? No, I’m not actually cold, please take your incredibly nice-smelling jacket back, even though like how it drapes over my shoulders? As if.

“I’m freezing actually,” she says instead, forgetting instantaneously about the discussion that the rest of their group had been having. “My hands are really cold, too.”

This is true, because Azzi’s never been gifted with great circulation. More importantly, it’s an incredibly transparent excuse to get Paige to hold her hands.

Paige seems to catch on, raising on disbelieving eyebrow at Azzi, who only bats her eyelashes, aiming for guileless and landing somewhere around pouty.

She takes Azzi’s hands anyway, and flinches as she holds them, sandwiched between hers. “Jesus, you weren’t kidding.”

“P, would I lie to you?” Azzi lilts, her eyes fixed on where their hands are joined.

“Yes,” Paige responds, and Azzi has just opened her mouth to complain, when Paige brings their hands up to her mouth, and blows on Azzi’s hands. 

“I- um,” Azzi stammers, and hopes it doesn’t sound as shrill out loud as it did in her head. She’s unable to look away from Paige’s mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ right next to where she’s holding Azzi’s hands. “I resent that. What are you doing?”

Paige looks up at her through her eyelashes, her head still bent over Azzi’s  hands. “This? My mom used to do this to me when I was a kid.”

“Oh,” Azzi  says, slightly disoriented. “Of course.”

“Do your hands feel warmer now?” Paige asks, her mouth moving away. 

The answer is no, because the instant she had started doing that, all the blood in Azz’s body had rushed straight to Azzi’s head. Mostly she feels dizzy.

“Are you guys finished?” Nika asks, considerably more irritable than she had been five minutes ago. Conversation with Jana and Ice can do that to a person, Azzi thinks, and tries to smile appreciatively at Nika.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Nika says instead of appreciating it. “It makes me feel like you’re planning something.”

“Alright, that's it,” Azzi snarls, but Paige’s still got one of her hands held captive, and she doesn’t let go. Instead, she turns her hand, until her fingers slide between Azzi’s, her thumb stroking over the back of her knuckles.

“We’re heading back now,” she tells Nika, who is watching them with fascination. “See you guys later.”

Azzi is quiet on the way back to the car, subdued into silence by the firm grip Paige has on her hand. She remembers those same hands holding her above her head, fingers interlocked as Paige had fucked her on tangled bedsheets, sweat beading on her brow. 

“You know,” she says, as Paige presses unlock on her car keys, “I was just kidding about the hockey thing. I like to watch your guys’ games sometimes.”

“Trust me,” Paige says, smiling at her “I know. Your presence was noted. And loud.”

“Just letting you know,” Azzi says, her voice fading into an almost whisper. Paige is stepping closer and closer towards her, and Azzi allows herself to be backed up against the car door, her back hitting the metal gently. “So you don’t think I’m, like, a hockey hater.”

“No?” Paige hums, and she lets go of Azzi ‘s hand to cover her waist, her hands slipping down the dip, over her hips and back around to her ass. Her thumbs run in small circles over Azzi’s hipbones, slow and petrifyingly intimate. “What’s your favourite part?”

Her lips press against Azzi’s, gentle, almost timid. It’s a brush of a kiss, feather light, before pulling away. Azzi follows her instinctively, her neck straining, but Paige is already stepping away, outside of her space entirely.

“Well?” She asks, back to a normal volume, a corner of her mouth tilting upwards, and Azzi scowls.

“I like it when the other people hit you in the face,” she says, waspish. “Are you going to fuck me or not?”

Paige’s mouth opens and then closes again. “Jesus, you’re vulgar,” she says, half shocked and half laughing.

“I’m vulgar?” Azzi says, her own jaw dropping. “Remember when you literally told me to beg-”

Paige slams her hands over her ears, her collarbones glowing a red that’s visible even under the dim orange streetlights. 

“I can’t hear you,” she says loudly. 

“Oh, fine time to be embarrassed,” Azzi says, entertained beyond measure. “But not last night when I was-”

“You’re awful,” Paige interrupts, taking a hand off her ears to point an accusing finger at her. “We’re in public!”

“Oh yeah?” Azzi says, her smile stretching wider as she leans a little closer to Paige. “Are you going to teach me a lesson?”

“My god,” Paige says, mock scandalized or possibly real scandalized. “Who raised you?”

“Have I been-” Azzi chokes trying to hold back her own laughter enough to finish the sentence. “Have I been a bad, baby?” She manages to gasp out, her ribs aching.

Paige makes a noise that’s more feeling than word, something like ‘Gah!’, already moving to the driver’s seat of the car. 

Still laughing to herself, Azzi gets in the passenger seat. 

Paige complains on the way back that Azzi is unbelievable and awful, but she smiles when Azzi laughs, and her hand keeps a soft, firm grip on Azzi ‘s thigh. Azzi counts this as a victory.

She takes them both back to her apartment, and then insists on making them both tea, despite Azzi’s persistent attempts to take her clothes off. 

(“I can tell you think this is sexy,” Paige tells her when Azzi sticks her hands up her shirt. “But your hands are so fucking cold. I’m a little concerned for your health.”)

Now, she’s padding around the bedroom in bare feet, packing up equipment and clothes, setting them aside in different drawers. Azzi had never thought she could be so attracted to seeing a girl do laundry.

“You are so impatient,” Paige says, watching her wiggle restlessly on the bed.

Paige’s laugh is nice, Azzi thinks helplessly, watching her throw her head back. It fills up the room, the sound of it dissolving the tension in Azzi’s shoulders. 

“You’re just stalling a lot,” Azzi says, watching Paige approach the bed. “If you’re feeling tired, I can do all the work.”

“Thanks for the offer,” Paige says, so close to Azzi now, but not near enough to touch. Her lips are curving upwards in a way that makes Azzi squirm unconsciously, sparks of heat starting up in her gut and spreading.

“Paige,” she says, and then stops because Paige is taking off her shirt.

“You were so brave a minute ago,” Paige croons, peeling off that button up to reveal a white cropped tank that clings to defined muscles, highlighting the pale skin of her shoulders in a way that makes Azzi’s eyes widen. “Where’d all your big talk go?”

Azzi hates being out of control probably the most in the world, hates not knowing exactly what’s going to happen in any given situation, and still, she can’t convince herself to move from the bed. She just watches Paige approach, the bright lighting of her bedroom room buzzing softly as it dances across her figure at strange angles. 

“Paige,” she says again, but she doesn’t have the will to go past that, unwilling to take any steps that will mean the broad expanse of Paige’s muscled arms moving further away from her.

Azzi’s trying to work up the nerve to place her hands on Paige’s arms, when Paige grabs her by the waist and, with a grunt of effort, shoves her off the bed.

Paige pokes her head over the edge of the bed, her smile almost impish. “What were you saying earlier?”

Azzi landed on her knees, her hands splaying against the floor automatically to brace her fall. Then she leaps back on the bed and tries to drive her elbow into Paige’s stomach. 

Paige’s arms come up fast enough to deflect her but she succeeds in knocking her flat on her back, and abandons the first plan in favour of straddling her thighs and slamming a thick pillow over her face.

“Suffocate,” she crows, willing the flush that’s risen to her cheeks to go away.

Paige makes a muffled sort of yell under the pillow and Azzi presses down harder. Hands come up to land heavily on Azzi’s thighs and that’s all the warning she gets before Paige is twisting to get Azzi off her, forcing Azzi to release the pillow as her back meets the mattress, driving all the air out of her lungs.

Somewhere between trying (and failing) to judo flip Paige off the bed and trying (and succeeding) at pinning her to the mattress, Azzis realizes she’s laughing. High, shrieking breathless laughter, her cheeks warm with colour, and her lungs aching. Worse, she realizes Paige’s laughing, her smile flashing attractively, and gets a pillow to her face for her distraction. 

In the end, the two of them are lying, breathing heavy, on the now dishevelled bed. The sheets are slipping off the corners, gathering under their bodies, and the thick comforter has fallen to the ground completely. Paige is spread flat on her back, head on the bed’s single remaining pillow. Azzi’s head is on top of Paige’s stomach, one arm wrapping around Paige’s waist, tracing warm skin where her shirt has risen up. Her feet dangle off the edge of the bed.

Paige’s hand nestles comfortably in Azzi’s hair, careful fingers threading gently through the strands.

"‘m cold,” Azzi mumbles, after a few minutes.

"Get the blanket then.” Paige’s words slur at the edges, a sure sign that she’s slipping into sleep, her fingers having already stilled their movement through Azzi’s hair

“Yeah,” Azzi replies, but only buries her closer into Paige’s stomach and keeps her eyes closed. 

She wakes up during the night in a start and realizes that her feet have become bricks of ice. It’s only two in the morning, she thinks, staring blearily at the alarm clock on the nightstand, the bright green of its lighting giving her a headache. 

Azzi closes her eyes briefly and then opens them again to Paige’s soft features, peaceful in her sleep, outlined in silver from the moonlight streaming through a crack in the curtain. She doesn’t move for a moment, fearful of waking her. She doesn’t think she would be able to hide her affection just then, rising in her barefaced and unashamed under the cover of the night. 

When she moves, she disentangles herself from Paige’s body carefully, hissing at the loss of warmth, and leans over the edge of the bed, hand fumbling around on the floor to find the lost comforter. 

Finding it, she pulls it and herself back up. She can’t be bothered to grab the other pillows, so she just tucks her head on Paige’s chest, under her chin and spreads the blanket over the both of them. Paige’s arm wraps around her immediately, like it’s instinct, and Azzi feels her body relax into the mattress, sleep returning to her once more.

When she wakes up again, she’s alone in Paige’s bed. The bed, like the rest of Paige’s apartment, is nauseatingly cozy. The sheets are soft in a way that suggests they’re expensive, the comforter huge and downy, pillows upon pillows piled on the bed, the mattress soft enough to sink fully into. Azzi thinks that if she opened the hall closet, she’d find extra blankets stacked, one on top of the other. The windows next to the bed are huge, sunlight streaming in through the translucent curtains, falling lightly over Azzi’s body, warming the bed. 

Paige is shaking her shoulder, unconcerned about the violent thoughts Azzi is trying to send in her direction, keeping her head buried in a lump of blanket.

“I hate you,” Azzi says into the blanket. “I hate you and I wish you were dead. Consider our fake relationship terminated.”

“Boohoo,” Paige says. “Get up, I’m making breakfast.” 

Azzi sticks her head out of the blankets, squinting suspiciously at Paige’s face. She looks- clean. Fresh out the shower, drops of water drying on her thin t-shirt, sweatpants hanging low around her hips. 

“Breakfast?” She asks. “Like, actual breakfast? Not just coffee?”

“There’s pancakes,” Paige says. “Though I’m beginning to question if you deserve them.”

Azzi ignores the last sentence, already bounding out of bed. “Should have said that to start.”

When she steps into the kitchen, freshly cleaned and showered, wearing borrowed pyjamas, it’s to the sight of Paige’s back facing her, the smell of pancakes and syrup in the air. 

Azzi can’t remember the last time someone had cooked for her that wasn’t her mother. She can’t remember the last time she had done this, let herself into another person’s house, learned their space, their routine. She toys with the image in her mind, of herself here, knowing which drawers keep the spoons, and which cabinet stores the spices. Learning the shape of Paige’s life and adjusting hers to fit within it, until it became as familiar as her own.

“Can I help?” She asks, and Paige turns around to look at her, two plates of pancakes already set out. 

“You can wash some fruit,” she tells her. “There’s knives in the drawer by the sink, and berries in the fridge.”

Azzi obligingly rinses off some raspberries, and slices up a bowl of strawberries to go along with it. She finds the kettle and makes tea, finds some mugs and pours the cups- adds sugar but no milk for herself, and adds both for Paige. 

Paige washes the dishes afterwards, and Azzi sits on her counter to dry them. There’s flour dried in a small patchy circle on Paige’s temple and Azzi resists the urge to press her lips to the spot.

“Come here,” she says instead, and uses her thumb to rub away the splotch, leaving slightly red skin behind, and Paige’s eyes watching her, smiling slightly.

“Stop that,” Azzi says nonsensically and pokes her finger at the indent on Paige’s left cheek. 

“Can I help you?” Paige asks, and Azzi watches in fascination as her finger moves along with the motions of Paige’s mouth. 

“Yes,” Azzi says. “I want to stick my tongue in it.”

It’s hard to catch Paige blushing, Azzi’s learned, but she’s also learned where to look for it, and it’s with a smug satisfaction that she watches the tips of Paige’s ears start to burn. 

“Do not,” Paige says warningly.

“Sounds like a challenge,” Azzi responds. 

“Heathen,” Paige says, batting Azzi’s hands away, leaving soap where she touches. “Take your sexcapades somewhere else.”

“Are you trying to seduce me by using words that you know I’ll make fun of you for using?” Azzi asks. “I didn’t realize people actually said sexcapade out loud.”

“I think you’re too easily seduced,” Paige tells her, and passes her another plate to dry. 

“Oh, Azzi, you’re on the floor,” Sarah says later that day, stepping over her on her way into the changing room. 

“Yes,” Azzi agrees. “I definitely am.”

“Any particular reason?” 

“Not really,” Azzi says. “I think I’m getting bacteria in my hair.”

“One way you could fix that is by getting off the floor,” Sarah tells her. 

Azzi shrugs, as well as she can with her back flat on the floor. “What’s a little bacteria?”

She’d meant to do this at her own house, but Kaitlyn had become increasingly comfortable with simply barging into her apartment now that Azzi had given her a spare key. Azzi didn’t have the courage to explain her emotions today. She didn’t think she even had the words.

“Yeah,” Sarah says, like this is perfectly reasonable, and possibly even understandable. “Have you tried writing your issues down? I keep a journal with my theories about the end of the world as we know it. Helps me not lie down on the floor and cry about it.”

“Really?” Azzi asks, lifting her head up to squint. “Wait, theories, plural?” 

“Would you like to read it?” Sarah asks, peeling her practice shirt off of her body. She sounds almost enthusiastic, which Azzi hadn’t thought she was capable of. 

She considers replying with a withering ‘no’. “Sure,” she says instead. “Does that actually help?” 

“You know,” Sarah says vaguely, “sorrow on the bosom of the earth, or whatever.” 

Azzi lets her head fall back on the floor with a thunk. “Totally.” 

That evening, Azzi gets a text from Paige of a shaved poodle crossing the street. The picture is blurry but Azzi can make out that the dog is wearing a pink bonnet and a patterned button up pyjama shirt, its tongue hanging happily out of its mouth. 

Paige💗: this is literally what you dress like 

Azzi stares at her phone. Then she sighs and goes to search for a notebook. 

Paige is busy the next week, as hockey season begins to take off in earnest, thrown into long practices in anticipation of the real games beginning. 

“Hey,” she says to Azzi, half-asleep and sweaty under the shitty buzz of Azzi’s terrible ceiling lights. “Come to our game on Wednesday.”

“You know I have things to do right?” Azzi asks, though she isn’t sure who the token defense is for. Something a little ravenous keeps building in her whenever the two of them do this, and she’s been having a hard time pushing it down recently. “I can’t just come out to every one of your fifty million games.”

Paige presses a kiss to the curve of Azzi’s shoulder, unoffended. “Please?” 

And well, Azzi thinks, what is there to say to that?

“Well,” Caroline says as Azzi approaches her ahead of the stands. “Don’t you look-”

“I have very sharp figure skates in my bag and I will throw them at your head,” Azzi warns.

Caroline raises her hands in mocking surrender. “Romantic. I was going to say romantic.”

Azzi looks down at the autographed jersey she was wearing a little larger than she would normally wear, slipping slightly over her collarbones. Paige’s name was printed across the back, right above the number 5.

KK had pressed it into her hands before the game had started with a whispered ‘trust me’ and a wink, beaming so brightly at her that Azzi hadn’t been able to refuse. 

“Look,” Caroline says, apparently deciding to be unhelpful, pointing at a group of teenage girls streaming in. “You guys are matching.” 

"Die,” Azzi says, unamused. “Come on, we have seats in the front.”

“Seats in the front,” Caroline says, pretending to swoon slightly. “The things you get for sleeping with the players.”

Azzi feels a little shy, unused to being so close to the front. The jersey feels strange too, bringing with it a sense of belonging that was verging on too real for the fakeness of their relationship. 

It wears off.

“Bad call!” Azzi yells, almost lost in the booing around her. “Are you blind?!”

She’s not sure but she thinks Caroline is filming her.

“Someone tell Number 14 to pull her head out of her ass!” Someone jeers behind her, and only Caroline pressing her shoulder down with one heavy hand keeps her from turning around and jumping over the seats to defend Paige’s team.

“Why do I still come to these with you?” Caroline says, to no one in particular. “Do you think I’m a masochist?”

“Stop trying to curse that woman and pay attention,” her hand lowering cautiously. 

“No,” Azzi says petulantly. “I hope she dies.”

She’s distracted by the sight of Paige colliding with a player from the other team, sending both of them crashing to the ground. The referee whistles, and the other player is sent to the penalty box, much to the ire of their supporters.

“Fuck off, she should’ve just watched where she was going!” The man behind Azzi yells, and Azzi swears that she just might hold the title for the most self-control.

Paige’s cheek is still sticky with sweat as Azzi presses her own against it. “You did so good,” she babbles, caught up in the rush of the game. “Holy shit, you were so impressive, that last shot- I was ready to scream-”

“Thank you,” Paige says, and sets her back down, her voice slightly muffled by how hard Azzi is pressing them together. 

Paige gives in and laughs, bringing Azzi back to her with a hand on the back of her head, and Azzi goes eagerly, burying her face in Paige’s neck.

“You smell awful,” she says, but she’s smiling too hard for Paige to take her seriously, jittery with adrenaline and affection.

“Dude!” Someone calls, sounding slightly panicked, and Azzi pulls her face away from Paige with a frown-

Cameras go off in front of them, lights flashing so bright Azzi can’t see anything else for a second, the sound of clicking shutters too loud to hear anything else. When her sight readjusts, it’s just in time to see Paige jolt backwards, like she’s brushed too close to Azzi and gotten burned, her features unreadable features unreadable for a moment, before they twist into panic.

[lovebyhyun]

surprise

genre: fluff, established relationship, hyunjin x gn!reader

synopsis: you thought your boyfriends absence will ruin your whole birthday party, little do you know there is an unexpected guest on his way there.

warnings: mentions of drinking and crying

a/n: hi!!! this is my first time ever publishing something on tumblr so please be nice to me :( im very scared but lets go!

masterlist

This was supposed to be a fun evening. All of your friends, birthday cake, music, overall fun. Yet, everything was ruined by a single message from your beloved boyfriend, who said that he won’t be able to make it. You knew weeks ahead of the party, yes, but it still stung.

You tried to have fun, took shots with your friends, danced to music, but nothing felt as good as it would if Hyunjin was right by your side.

Maybe you were a little dramatic, but you just wanted him to be there. All of your worries were gone the moment he was next to you, he made you happy. What were you supposed to do once you were without him? That thought actually never crossed your mind. It didn’t have to, since you and Hyunjin were basically one person at this point.

So there you were, in your own bathroom, tears staining your cheeks at your own birthday party. It was not so fun after all. You calmed down a little bit, composing yourself to get back to your guests, trying to make yourself look more stable than you actually were.

Immediately after stepping back into your garden where the party was happening, you notice people giggling and whispering. The music stopped and everything went quiet. Just as you thought that this day couldn’t get any worse and that your friends hate you, a fmailiar beat started playing. “So good” by your own boyfriend. You turn around and you freeze.

A huge jiniret mascot enters your view and you try to figure out what the fuck is going on. The huge ferret starts dancing and moving around to the music, not missing a single beat. All of his moves, the way he flawlessly swayed to the rhytm, it all looked too familair for it to be a random person under the costume.

You start to relax, a ton of tension leaving your body just enough for you to enjoy your party again.

The pathetic performance ended and the crowd made out of your friends erupted into cheer and applause. You were still in a bit of shock, but you lived jiniret so much, you just couldn’t resist running up to him and hugging him tightly with a huge grin on your face.

You pull back from the hug only to look up at the animal’s huge eyes staring down at you like you’re an artwork which belongs in a museum. At this point, you knew who was hinding under that stupidly cute costume.

“I love you” You whisper, loud enough just for him to hear.

In that moment, it felt like it was only the two of you, and it was more than enough to make you feel like the luckiest in the world.

Because you were.

[kylos-starlight]

So I ran out of tags so I'm posting it here! ITS LONG IM SORRY BUT WHEN SOMEONE ASKS I NEED TO START YAPPING!

You had me under spell right from the start; -> Kylo and Kaden. They're song lyrics from one of mine and kylos main songs but also applies to us and me irl he literally had me right from the start I just didn't know it. Its a long story in which I'd be happy to tell sometime if anyone wanted to know. (But its pretty real)

The Hands of Time; ⌛ -> Cesar and Kaden. Again song lyrics to one of our main songs but it's also a double play because he can literally stop time! :D

Broken to Bonded -> Sackler and Kaden. This has quite a long story behind it as it involves my lore with him, again happy to talk about it if anyone is interested!

Beyond Us; Only Darkness -> Anakin and Kaden. Title of one of our main songs but also give you a glance into our relationship in my bad timeline with him. If you know ani you know why I chose this name for us.

Starbound Companions -> Obi-Wan and Kaden. Well technically this is a name that was around back when I only had him as a friend but something something oops I fell in love but anyways, the name is light and fun! We travel a lot through space! lol

Moonlit Veil -> Revan and Kaden. This name actually has to do with my self-insert if I'm being honest. okay, so the first part is just because I'm a selenophile and love the moon so that in of itself represents me but the veil is because I find it really hard when things get too serious and I downplay or joke or deflect whenever something serious like romantic types of serious gets involved I hide behind a veil so to speak!

Just let me adore you -> Charlie and Kaden. Pretty simple and straight forward. He just wants to adore me! but also because at the start he couldn't really show it well because we were screens apart again if anyone wants to know the lore feel free to asks!!!

Cosmic Malfunction -> Matt(The Radar Technician) and Kaden. We're so fucking clumsy between the two of us.. enough said lmao

Under a Falling Sky -> Mills and Kaden. One of our main songs but also doubles as story telling. Mills and Kaden were visitors (along with their now adopted daughter Koa) on earth 65 million years ago before humans were even a thing and dinosaurs held reign over the planet. We were around and escaped just before the meteor that took out the dinosaurs hit! We were literally under a falling sky!! (also please please please everyone my ship with mills is one of my favourites so if you ever have ANY questions I'm happy to talk about them! its one of my sleeper agent ships haha)

The Sparrow and the Rogue -> Lorenzo and Kaden. kind of self explanatory. Lorenzo is a rogue and meets Kaden, he adored their they don't give a frick attitude and started to call them his little sparrow because it irritated Kaden at first but eventually they came to adore the nickname and would actively get upset if he called them anything else lskdjflds

Those Who Slay Together Stay Together -> Ronnie and Kaden. We have to deal with zombies... I think the name speaks for itself~ hehe

moons and metaphors -> Paterson and Kaden. Again the first part is representing of me and the metaphors are representation of Paterson because he is a poet!!

Chaotic Twinflame -> Phillip and Kaden. We're very much a like in similar ways and we can both been deemed chaotic or hard to be with.

Running in The night With You -> Luke(Ryder) and Kaden. One of my newer ships that I desperately want to talk about more. Basically there is a darkness that makes people vanish (which realy sucks because I'm a huge nyctophile!) and so I am literally running in the night with him and its one of our main songs that ties into our story!!!

Through the noise; we found quiet -> Toby and Kaden. another newer ship of mine that I wouldn't mind talk about either... His life is so chaotic and spontaneous in a way as is my life but in totally different ways. His is literally chaotic, you can see it my chaotic is more inside my head but when we come together.... I can help him slow down physically and he can hush the things running rampant in my mind. So within our respective noises we found a peaceful quiet within each other~

SELFSHIPPERS!! Reblog with your ship name! I’d love to hear about it

Is it a mix of your names, two words that represents you, or maybe just emojis? Bonus points if you share the meaning behind it or how you came up with it! ☆

[yslbooten]

ㅤ۫ ‎ ೀ Slick situation

⠀ ͎꒷ pairing : conquest x strong!fem reader

⠀ ͎꒷ idea : conquest having a bit of fun with his “kitten” before heading off to fight mark

⠀ ͎꒷ warning : nsfw 18+, mdni petnames and breeding, prob more tbh..

ass up and head down, your moans would be muffled from the white sheets beneath you and your partner. the sinful sound his hips meeting yours bounced off the rooms wall, and so did your sultry moans “ k-keep fucking going “ your hoarse throat could barely even let you say something after the throat fuck he gave you. “ dont you dare stop! “ the pitch in your voice getting higher, like your squeals had combined with the sentences you had yelled out. “ im not stopping anytime sooner, you’ll take my seed like you always do in the end “ conquest groaned out, lowering his head to yours whispering such dirty things. he had knew you were weak to his dirty talk especially in bed, oh how you were like the back of his hand. everything you did and reacted to in the bed was taken a note of the way you’d twitch from the way he thrusts his hips, or when he rolls his hips around you tighten up in a certain way. “ i ruined my kitten up so much didnt i? who will forgive me doing such “ he whispered wrapping both of his arms around your body jerking you back so his thick veiny cock gets to go deeper. “mgh mfuckkk “ sweat glistened above your forehead eyes rolling up from the sensation of the tip of his cock hitting your G-spot, you couldn't run away but you didn’t want to anyway. “ you’re just the cutest when you’re like this, small, fragile, and just so fucking hot “ moving one of his arms to wrap around your neck. this was the hottest part for you, choking while he moved himself in and out your sloppy used cunt. “ i wan moree.. just give me more! “ chucking conquest knew you were always greedy, and greedy you are. this is the best dick you’ve had in a while of your life, only meeting conquest from your battles with him turned into frequent night stands. “ can you handle more, can you really take what i’ll give you “ thrusts getting rougher from every word he had said in his sentence. “ yess! i’ll take it.. i wont run i wont do anythingg but take it “ you sounded dumb, looked the part too but god you couldnt help it when he talked down on you like this, ruining you like youre just a common street hooker. “ then fucking take it “ grabbing onto your two arms and arching you up, his pace got faster. plunging his hips faster and rough into you. both of your highs were close, chests heaving like you both had ran the most longest race of you life of course you were the first one to come, you guys been at it for atleast the whole day “ im gonna..gonna OH! “ your orgasm hitting you like a bullet, the bullet being the end of your attempt to not release. your white oozing cum coating his cock as he had still continued to hammer inside of you “ dont worry little girl im almost there “ his grip on your arms tightening his last final thrusts being the roughest out of the ones he’d previously gave you. “ take it.. take IT “ squealing out you could feel the overflow of his cum taming your walls making you feel more stuffed. you and him werent done, you knew it.

[strawbrryvyy]

Could you assign Aespa members with a romance trope? I'd love to hear your thoughts ^^

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Aespa as lovetropes ࿐ྂ

pairings-ot4!Aespa x gn!reader

genre-fluff

tw:chenle as a brother, none really

a/n:OMG LOVELY THANKYOU FOR REQUESTING THIS IT WAS FUN TO WRITE!!!

not proofread

Karina

Ceo x employee

I can just picture karina, with an office romance that starts with your job interview.Like immediately shes like “oml i NEED to hire them” not only cuz your resume was top tier but, so was the way she had already envisioned your future together.She definitely makes the first move by giving you extra breaks, and buying you coffee before whisper sweet enchanments of love into your ear.

Giselle

Mean girl x nerd

I feel like Giselle has that “she wants to corrupt the innocent” aspect within her.Like beware when shes pulling your hair and calling you profanities in real life , in her mind shes giving you kisses and professions of love. i feel like shed finally confess when she realises the toll her bullying took on you, and now instead of breaking your glasses, and ripping your books.shes getting customised glasses and offering to pay for your tuition.(okay mommmy!)

Winter

Friends to lovers

Minjeong SCREAMS friends to lovers.i can see her having so much fun with you her best friend when you do your weekly movie nights as normal. Theres  something different though, maybe your hair, maybe the way your eyes sparkle more , or maybe just the way her heart speeds up around you.she wouldn’t confess unless she knew you liked her back, but when she does she makes sure its so romantic, maybe in the beach , surrunded by the waves and just eachother.

Ningning

Brothers bestfriend

Youve known her since you were a kid.Shes always been there with your brother chenle and almost everyone thought theyd end up together.SO IMAGINE everyone shock when during a game of truth or dare mixed with soju she confesses “i think….yknow i think im in love with y/n) AND YOURE JUST SITIING THERE LIKE WHAT??!! Anyways after that things get awkward until you randomly just go up to her when she was over for chenle and smack your lips onto hers, leaving your brother there to witness his sister and bestfriend having a very heavy makeout session.

[goldfades]

would love to see more of golden girl and melo. also what are our thoughts on anthony edwards?? like he's cocky and kinda divalicious but also the definition of non-chalant

hiii love, okay so im just gonna write about their dynamic cause i already have the in the drafts -- also YES. anthony edwards is soooo delicious ✨✨ i rly like him hes so sexy<3

--

their dynamic is everything bc it’s so effortlessly them. like they’re competitive in the best way—constantly pushing each other, talking shit, but there’s this underlying fondness in everything they do. they’re the type to be in the gym together at 6 a.m., but also the type to be arguing over who gets the last fry at dinner

melo loves to get under her skin, just for the fun of it. he’ll be like, “you still got that weak left hand,” just to see her roll her eyes and spend the next 20 minutes proving him wrong. but it’s never serious—he respects the hell out of her game, and he loves watching her play. like, adores it. he’ll sit courtside and be all chill at first, but the second she does something crazy, he’s up out of his seat, talking his own shit to the other team like he’s on payroll lmao

she, on the other hand, keeps him humble. she’s not phased by the nba superstar thing—like, yeah, he’s him, but she’s her. if he ever starts feeling himself too much, she’ll be like, “relax, you’re still the same dude that air-balled a free throw last week,” and he can’t even be mad bc she’s right 💀. but she also grounds him—she knows when to gas him up, when to tell him what he needs to hear, and that balance is what makes them work.

but the chemistry??? insane. like the tension is always there, whether they’re hooping together, arguing over what movie to watch, or just chilling. he’ll say something slick under his breath, she’ll give him a look, and suddenly it’s like. oh. they’re just very aware of each other in that way, even in the smallest interactions.

but at the end of the day, they’re best friends first. like, they genuinely enjoy each other’s company. they clown each other constantly, but they’re also each other’s safe space. she’s one of the few people that really gets him, and vice versa. they both know what it’s like to have all eyes on them, to have to constantly prove themselves, and that unspoken understanding is what ties everything together.

so yeah, their dynamic is elite. they’re playful, competitive, and so locked in with each other, but underneath all of that, it’s just real

[elodieunderglass]

In terms of "nerdy stuff that Derek would love and Killie would find completely confusing and possibly threatening", where would playing escape rooms fall? Killie seems like he'd have a hit-or-miss relationship with puzzles and riddles while Derek seems like he had a formative relationship with The Hobbit's 'Riddles in the Dark' scene

(Killie the OC)

You’re so right bestie!! Killie was something of an asset in the competitive nerd gaming circumstances they met in; as you say, a hit-or-miss thing. The nerds wanted him on their team for a lot of reasons besides his nice bum. He’s very good at math, spatial reasoning, and things like calculating odds. I’m currently picturing a sort of Lord of the Rings themed reality show in which teams competed outdoors to get points, and it was useful having at least one person as a strong practical and physical presence, even one with zero trope awareness.

Unfortunately the locked-in-a-room aspect of escape rooms, while obvious to anyone else, would not necessarily enhance the abilities of someone who is mentally kind of a wild horse.

He’s sort of emitting a stressed-out frequency audible only to bees and Charlie. It feels like High C, or perhaps a fork in a microwave. He’s fine though. Cool. Chill, even. He’s participating. Just out of interest: would anyone object to him having the door open. Or breaking it open? maybe. Yeah. No, no, carry on with the things and stuff.

It’s just that Killie has kind of a thing about stealing - well not so much stealing horses as moving them around a bit, with certain amounts of doors or gates or latches or morals or checks upon one’s impulses in the way being sort of academic, if there’s a Situation - and he suddenly fancies stealing himself.

Not that it’s a SITUATION

yet

but TWENTY MINUTES, DEREK, OR I BREAK THE -

(Quick shout to the escape room staff: he doesn’t mean it)

I DO MEAN IT

(He’s having fun)

IM - IM HAVING FUN

[sineala]

Greetings!!!

I have another question, this time a relationship kind.

Tony and Steve have “main” love interest in their comics (quotations for Tony because the writers either kills or spirit away his supporting casts). For the purpose of this ask, we’ll focus on Steve rogers/sharon carter and Tony stark/fujikawa Rumiko, and then we’ll get to the part of shipping Steve rogers/tony stark.

First part: in canon, Steve and Tony being a pair romantically won’t happen (I hope they will tho😮‍💨) and they’ll likely be with Sharon and “Rumiko” respectively. In fanon however (and as Stony lovers), we can make it so that there’s a possibility of Stony happening, granted that both have broken up with their girlfriends and are single. Now, the question is, what canon basis would lead to them breaking up with their girlfriends or their girlfriends breaking up with them? I wouldn’t want them to break up just for the sake of it, you know?

Second part: as stated previously, both Steve and Tony have love interests. What part of Steve/Tony ship is compelling for you that you ship these two characters and not their canon ones? And if there was a canon basis that lead to them breaking up with Sharon and Rumiko, will they be able to avoid the same fate with each other?

Thanks for answering in advance! Have a good day!!

Thank you for asking! These are fun questions! Sorry it is taking me so long to get around to answering them!

So I'm going to start here by cordially disagreeing with your premise -- because, speaking for myself, I don't actually want Steve/Tony to become 616 canon. I'd be happy to have it in an AU, although ideally a gayer AU than 3490 and something that is more than one panel. Like, a miniseries, or a nice Ults-sized universe. But not 616. Would I be happy if they were canonically queer? Hell, yes. Do I want them together? Probably not.

Look, I know what happens to canon Marvel couples. We all know what happens. If they got together in 616, if we were lucky, maybe we would get a nice special commemorative issue, but probably only if they actually got married. Then we would get, like, six months of them being happy and then Tony would start cheating on Steve with Hydra Steve and we would probably hold Civil War III: Now With Real Divorce and then Tony would sell their entire relationship to Mephisto. Sure, if you like darkfic, you might enjoy reading that fic. But then you'd close the AO3 tab and go back to your much happier canon. Except then this would be canon and we'd be stuck with it until they got back together in ten years. For like a year. Then they'd do it all again.

(Plus, if they put them together in a miniseries or small spin-off universe, they might actually get a shot at staying together for the length of the series, and Marvel editorial might actually let someone do it in the first place. Especially with Steve, who would I think be the sticking point here. I feel like the odds of them being okay with canonically queering up any version of Tony (who is, let's be honest, like 75% of the way there already) is, like, a thousand times higher than the odds of them letting Steve fall in love with a man because blah blah Captain America blah.)

While, since Ed Brubaker's run, Steve/Sharon has basically been Marvel's default pairing for Steve -- although Sharon was dead for, like, fifteen years and they didn't date again for ten more years after that -- I would, sadly, have to say that Tony probably doesn't have a canonical pairing in the same way, given that Rumiko has been dead for over twenty years, has been mentioned maybe once since then, and no writer has ever indicated that they want to bring her back, as far as I know. The current IM writer says he has no plans. So I think Ru means more to fandom than she does to Marvel.

Anyway, in both of these cases, the thing that has canonically led to both of these relationships breaking up is Sharon and Rumiko dying. Sharon eventually came back; Rumiko never has, and for maximum tragedy, Tony was going to propose to her and also she was murdered by someone in Tony's armor so she presumably died thinking Tony killed her.

Superhero comics generally tend to just… be that dramatic. Either that or the hero's girlfriend just, you know, says "ok bye" in about the span of a page (looking at you, Cantwell tanking Tony/Jan) and the hero is now conveniently single and ready for his next girlfriend. Steve also tends to canonically ruin his relationships by prioritizing superheroing over them and/or generally alarming the civilians he dates by being in a lot of danger all the time. Tony also dates straight-up villains more than once and that doesn't… work out. Because they usually try to kill him. So I think Steve/Tony would avoid several of those pitfalls by probably not dying permanently, probably not trying to kill each other (again), and also understanding that being a superhero is a priority.

I do want to clarify that I also enjoy reading about their canon relationships. Sure, yeah, Steve/Tony is my OTP, but that doesn't mean that, like, I wasn't having fun reading all the Tony/Jan in the Slott run, or all Tony/Emma in Duggan's IM run (the fact that Tony has dated multiple telepaths is really fascinating to me) because I absolutely was enjoying this. (Or Steve/Bernie, my favorite Steve canon relationship. I also find Steve and Sharon's relationship fascinating because they seem to have almost no emotional intimacy and yet it's clearly working for them.) So it's not so much "why do I ship Steve/Tony and not their canon relationships" because I like their canon relationships too. But if I want their canon relationships I can… read canon. If I want Steve/Tony, I can't just pick up a comic book about them dating (and, again, I wouldn't really want to).

But why do I ship Steve/Tony? I don't know what to say, really. I read The Confession and got to the end of it and I was like "oh, they love each other. That's why people ship it."

I like stories about queer relationships. I think Steve and Tony are interesting because they understand each other well and have a lot of similar values and at this point a lot of shared history (like, they are committed), and they have a lot of very strong feelings about each other (I mean, not always good, but that makes it fun) as well as an amount of emotional access that they don't really give other people; they clearly get to see each other's real selves, not just the public persona. And this is a combination of things they don't have with other characters, even their other friends. Like, with their other friends, if they get upset with each other, they will probably stop talking for a bit, take a break, think things over. Exhibit reasonably normal behavior. Steve and Tony? They need to be in the same room even if they can only scream at each other. They just… feel compelled to keep offering each other their personal feelings, even when they really should not. They are just massively intensely into each other.

Again, I think if canon tried to interpret this in a romantic way, it would involve breaking them up a lot and making them not… be with each other. Which is not how this dynamic actually works when they don't get along, but, like I said, a lot of Marvel characters' romantic relationships fail in similar ways, which is why this is a thing I don't want canon to do, because I think they'd try to fit them into that mold. Fandom can make them have all the emotionally messy romance! Canon can just write them as emotional messes who can't stay away from each other. We can do the rest.

So the emotional access/intimacy isn't always good, but it's absolutely fun to read. I'm thinking of in early v4 when Steve and Tony are barely speaking to each other and not on the same team but Tony makes a special point of having someone tell Steve he of course already has the password for this drive full of instructions for how to deactivate Tony's RT. Like, these guys are barely talking and Tony thinks it is absolutely perfectly normal and a good idea for Steve to be able to turn off Tony's autonomic nervous system. No one else has this ability. No one at all really should have this ability and, yet, here they are. Meanwhile, Steve is not on Tony's team because he's off doing black ops -- he refused to be on the Avengers -- but yet he cannot stop showing up to Avengers missions and having a terrible relationship with Tony. They can't talk to each other but they also can't leave each other alone. It's fascinating.

Plus, there's so much canon that you can basically have your pick of character dynamics -- whatever the hell that was in v4 is canon, and them being BFFs is canon, and so on. As I think I have said, I love this thing they have going on a lot -- you can see it in the azure eyes issue -- where they have this mutual admiration society and mutual inferiority complex going on where they both think the other one is so great and they can't understand what this person who is so great sees in them. But they both believe this! I love it. So, yeah, if you want to see them as being totally happy, I would absolutely read that, and there are eras of canon where I would buy that; I think it just depends where you want to go with them. I mean, I also obviously write super sappy fic in addition to stories that are miserable piles of pain. But whatever happens, Steve and Tony are clearly not leaving each other for good.

[xwinterwidowx]

hi everyone!! its been like a good monthish since ive posted and i have a good reason. i got really roped up in this rp discord server and its so fun and i also got my phone taken away for like a week and a half so thats also a thing but yeah i added to one of my old fics and i hope you enjoy it! as always please comment and like if you enjoyed these fics!!

tw: attempted su!c!de, mentions of death, au where sonic is immortal

Sonic had become immortal a while back, because of the Chaos energy he'd absorbed. There was just so much of it that it overwhelmed his body and almost killed him. However, it didn't kill him. It just made him immortal for some reason. And this meant that Sonic had to watch as all of his friends slowly got old and passed away. And Shadow had to watch this happen. He had to watch the love of his life want to kill himself because of some stupid Prism. It was decades since he had been able to run with Knuckles, go out in nature with Amy, do anything with Tails, and he was sick of it. If he couldn't find a way to deal with it, he would join them. So he went on the roof and stood there, looking down. He just stood there. Shadow goes looking for him and comes to a full stop when he sees Sonic at the edge.

"Sonic, please, get down from there," Shadow pleads with him. "It won't work. Please." Shadow takes a step forward and Sonic does too. Shadow freezes immediately. "Sunshine, please don't do this. You're not alone."

"Yes I am! All of my friends died! And I can't! Do you know how that feels?!"

"Of course I do, Soni. I felt the same way when Maria died. Please just... come down. We can talk about this. You can feel better, I promise. I swear it."

"It won't. It can't get better, Shadow. I have nothing left."

"You have me. You'll always have me. Don't you remember when you said that? You said, 'You never have to worry about being alone, because you'll always have me, and I'll always be here for you.' Don't you remember when you said that?"

"I do," is all that he says.

"Let me help you. Please, just come here." Sonic looks back and lets out a sob. Shadow tentatively takes a step forward and Sonic walks into his arms. Shadow gently picks Sonic up and starts carrying him back to his room. He lays down on his bed with the blue hedgehog in his arms.

"I'm sorry..." Sonic sobs.

"It's okay... it's okay..." Shadow kisses his forehead and Sonic moves so he can hear Shadow's heartbeat.

"They're all gone," he sobs. "They're all-gone. I miss them..."

"I know. I do too."

"I wish Tails was here," Sonic whimpers, clutching Shadow's hand.

"I know, Soni. I wish Maria were here."

"How do you deal with this? It's so hard..." he squeezes his eyes shut.

"I know it is. But I just think about what she would have wanted for me. Think about Knuckles and Rouge and Amy and Tails. Think about Tom and Maddie and what they wanted."

"I just want them back."

"I know. I wish I could take your pain away. I would if I could."

"I just miss them."

"I know, sun-sun. I know." Shadow grabbed a nearby brush and started running it through Sonic's blue quills. He started to calm down and began purring softly so Shadow scratched his ears.

"M'tired..."

"I know. You can rest. I'm right here."

"Mm-mm. Not like that."

"Oh," is all Shadow says, closing his eyes.

"Shads?"

"Soni?"

"Im hungry..."

"Yeah? What do you want, sunshine?"

"Chili dogs," Sonic murmurs. Shadow smiles and nods.

"Ill make you some. You wanna stay here or come downstairs with me?"

"Stay here."

"Alright, sun-sun. Ill be back soon, okay?" Sonic nods and Shadow leaves him with a small kiss on the nose. He makes sure to wrap the blanket tightly around Sonic so it doesnt fall and make him cold. Shadow comes back about 15 minutes later with a plate full of chili dogs.

"I love you," Sonic mumbles, sitting up.

"Eat. I know you haven't eaten all day." Shadow rests the plate on his lap while Sonic eats one.

"Theyre so good. Thank you, Shads," Sonic smiles and rests his head on Shadow's shoulder. Shadow's arm snakes around his waist and pulls him closer. "I dont know what Id do without you, Shadow."

"Die of hunger, probably," Shadow teases.

"Did you just make a pun?" Sonic raises an eyebrow.

"The ultimate life form does what he wants."

Sonic smiles and gestures to the plate. "Have one." He nudges Shadow slightly.

"Are you sure? I dont want you to be hungry."

"Im sure. I promise." Shadow grabs one and bites into it.

"Youre right. Its good." Sonic gives a small smile and nods.

"Shadow? Will you... help me sleep?" Whenever Sonic asked that, it meant he wanted Shadow to hum to him.

"Of course, Soni. Ill put the chili dogs over here, okay?" Shadow puts the plate on the bedside table and moves to hold Sonic on top of him. Shadow begins to hum softly and scratch behind Sonic's ears.

"G'night, Shads..." Sonic yawns.

"Good night, Sonic. Ill always be here whenever you need me."

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

Pretty Girl

Kitten Braden x fem!reader 

Warnings: SMUT, pegging, strap ons, Kitten has gender dysphoria in the beginning, I think thats it

An: hey just a little something for Kitten! Fun fact this is my 134 fan fic posted to Tumbler! (Like always smut below the cut!)

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As you enter the bedroom, you expect to find Kitten in a happy mood while trying on her new dress. However, your anticipation is dashed as you find her standing in front of the mirror with a sad expression on her face.

"Kitty, what's wrong?" You ask gently, wrapping your arms around her waist.

She turns to me, her voice trembles as she confesses, "I don't feel good about myself. I don't think I look good in anything."

"Kitt you look amazing in everything and nothing..." You press kisses to the side if her face.

Kitten closes her eyes and leans into your kisses

"But I still see the male features on my body and it's bothering me..."

"baby stop with that talk..." You turn her so shes facing you "...you are the most beautiful woman i have ever met"

She looks down, avoiding eye contact "How can you say that when I'm not even fully a woman yet? My facial hair isn't gone and my voice still cracks sometimes..."

"Patricia look at me...."

She looks up at you, her eyes filled with doubt and a hint of tears

"Kitty you are more woman than any women i have ever met your brave, beautiful, and the sweetest most kind hearted person i have ever met..."

Kitten's bottom lip quivers as she listens to your words, her heart swelling with emotion. She takes a deep breath and tries to compose herself

"You really mean that? Even with my past?"

"yes even with your past... your past is why your so brave"

She throws her arms around you and hugs you tightly, burying her face in your neck

"Thank you, baby. I just... I get so insecure about myself. I'm scared that one day you'll realize that you could do better."

"im scared your too good for me Kitten..."

She pulls back and looks at you in disbelief

"What? No way! You're the one who deserves better, not me. You're so perfect in my eyes."

"your perfect in mine love! Past and all..."

Kitten blushes at your comment and smiles genuinely

"You always know what to say to make me feel better love you so much I'm sorry for being such a downer."

"ill take any chance to tell you how much i love you...you could never be a downer in my eyes love"

She giggles and wipes away the last of her tears

"You're such a charmer, darling. I love you too, now let's go show off my dress."

"i do love showing off my beautiful girlfriend...."

She blushes again and strikes a pose in the dress

"And I love being shown off by you."

You pull her in for a kiss She kisses you back, her hands resting on your hips as she kisses you deeply

"i love you so much Kitten..."

She smiles again and rests her forehead against yours

"I love you, too, I'm gonna take this dress off and get changed for our date now."

"or...you can take the dress off and we can reschedule our date and we can stay home instead so i can so you how much i love you..." You say slowly your hands make there way from her hips to her ass giving it a gentle squeeze

Her breath hitches and she moans softly

"Oh, that sounds tempting. You're trying to seduce me aren't you?"

"beautiful and smart there's nothing you can't do..."

She grins and pushes you down onto the bed

"You're right, I can't resist you. Especially when you call me that."

"tisk tisk my love let me take care of you...." You say pulling her down on top of you

She gasps and straddles you, her body pressed against yours

"Mmm, I like it when you take control sometimes."

Your hands go to her ass "tell me what you want love...do you want to fuck me or me fuck you with your choice of strap...,"

Kitten whimpers and grinds against you, feeling the pressure in her core

"I want you to take me. I want to feel you inside me."

"okay lovely go pick which one you want me to use"

She gets off the bed again and goes to the drawer where you keep your toys. She takes out a decent sized strap and shows it to you, waiting for further instructions.

You walk up to her taking the strap on and taking her hand leading Kitten to the bed lying her down on it

She lies down, her heart racing with anticipation and a hint of excitement. She watches as you put on the strap and crawl between her legs

You straddle her pressing kisses too her face And neck Kitten whines and tilts her head to give you more access to her neck, she grips the sheets tightly "you can touch me love I don't bite...to much...you tease sucking and leaning love bites on her neck

She moans and lets out a soft laugh

"You're such a tease, baby, just get on with it already." You  laugh and move down lifting her dress and caressing her cock through your panties "ill show you teasing..." 

She shivers at the feeling and bites her lip, looking down at you

"Oh, oh my god..."

You chuckle and rub her lightly through your now tight panties

Kitten's hips buck up, wanting more friction, she's already getting impatient

"please don't tease me like this"

You ignore her pressing kisses to her cock not removing the panties

She squirms and her hands go to your hair, trying to pull you up to look at her

"I said I want you inside me. Tease me there instead."

"fine..." You say pulling the panties off her and spread her legs

She's blushing furiously now and breathes out

"Thank you. Now hurry, I need you. Please."

You lean your face down pressing another kiss to her now bare cock before moving and licking her asshole

She gasps and arches her back at the unexpected feeling of your tongue on her ass, she grips the headboard.

"Ah! Oh wow, oh..."

"your the one who wants me inside you i need to prep you love..." She takes deep breaths and tries to calm down a bit

"Y-you're right. Just make it quick, my love..."

"or i can just shove the dildo in you with no prep...."

Her eyes widen and she gasps again, her voice laced with a mix of fear and thrill

"N-no, you can't. I want to be able to walk tomorrow."

"then be a good girl and let me take my time with you..." Kitten whines again and nods her head rapidly

"I'll be good, I promise. I'll do anything for you to please me properly."

You chuckle and move to eat her ass again slowly working your tounge in her tight hole

She moans and whimpers as you tongue her, she grabs a pillow and bites it to muffle her sounds

"let me heare you love..." You say now slowly inserting one finger in her

She quickly lets go of the pillow and lets her voice out, she rocks her hips back on your finger

"mmmmmm... feels so good."

"thats it love..." You add another finger and move then in a scissoring motion stretching her "think your ready to take me love...?"

She's a mess now, sweat glistening on her forehead, her body is trembling and she's a needy mess

"Yes, I'm ready! I'm ready to take you now."

You smile and sit up moving her legs over your shoulders as you slowly enter her ass

She gasps loudly as you enter, her toes curling and her hands grip your thighs

"Yes! Oh, I feel so full. You're so big."

"your pretty with my strap in you love..."

She blushes at your compliment, her eyes rolling back when you start to move slowly

"You always know how to make me feel so pretty and perfect. Faster, please." 

You move slightly faster and yout hand starts to pump Kittens cock in sync with your thrusts

She's a moaning mess, her body is overwhelmed with pleasure and she's getting close to her climax

"I'm gonna cum... don't stop, I'm so close."

"then cum love..."

She screams out your name as she cums hard, her body shaking violently. Her cum spurts out over her stomach and your hand.

"Fuck, fuck, I love you..."

"i love you too Kit...fuck were going to have to get you a new dress...." You say looking down seeing her also came on her dress

She giggles weakly and looks down at the mess on her dress

[surelystaggering]

currently doing a book annotation swap with a friend but i have no idea if im going overboard or not because i dont know them that well 😭

weve said whatever thoughts come into our head but like… im sort of all in when annotating books so

[dreamsy990]

drew some of my fav ody designs! wasnt originally meant to be also replicating the styles but thats sort of just how my brain works. except i didnt copy the lineart styles of anyone here so its DEFINITELY a bit uncanny for a couple of these (LOOKING AT YOU QINNY IM SO SORRY) but whatever

the designs featured here (from left to right) belong to: me, @gigizetz, @neal-illustrator, @irunaki, @bigidiotenergytm, @qinnyanimation, and @foopsie-daisy

[hinamie]

domain expansion

[stiffyck]

I WISH ARO HEADCANONS WERE MORE POPULAR IN FANDOMS

[moeblob]

So does he, Gallagher.

[greykolla-art]

I heard that our dear @beansprean was sick, so I thought it would be nice to dedicate to them a smutty little vampire comic!

(My dude-gender neutral- your stamina for creating so much awesome art and comics is inspiring as hell! I hope you take care of yourself!🖤)