#i will be cooking something up today 😛

[munybagd]

i have plans that i can not share with you right now because the haters will sabotage me .. 😏

why is everyone afraid of writing drunk and nasty nanami content (100% consensual and communicated previously between himself and reader)? it’s literally confirmed that he drinks quite often. where is the wasted on brown liquor DISGUSTING nanami fics? like him sitting at home, manspreading and drunk? watching your every move? work attire still on, sleeves rolled up, tie loose, HAND ON BELT. WHERE ARE THE WRITERS? GET YOUR LAPTOPS.

[luvergirl-866]

I think you'd cook a one short one about the first time Paige saw Azzi's belly button piercing

don’t need to breathe (when you look at me)

pairing - paige bueckers x azzi fudd

word count - 5.3k

c/w - language, needles, FLUFF, smut

a/n - this is my fourth time trying to upload. lately, whenever i try to upload anything more than 100 or so words, tumblr gets slow and then crashes and i lose the whole thing!! it sucksss 😩. pls send help. anyway, hope you like!

Azzi absolutely hates needles.

It’s something she’s always known about herself—when she was getting her four-year-old vaccines, she fought the nurses holding her down and ripped the needle out of her leg while screaming like a banshee.

Safe to say, whenever she finds herself around needles, it’s usually against her will.

Which is exactly why she wasn’t brave enough to get her ears pierced until she was fifteen. It’s also exactly why, when her mother brings up a belly button piercing the summer before college, her reply is an immediate and adamant no.

“Why not?” Katie asks, as if she doesn’t know her daughter at all. “I had one when I was around your age.”

Azzi shudders at the mere thought of a piece of metal forced through the inches of skin between her navel and belly button. “No way, Mom.”

“I gotta say, I agree,” her dad pipes up, and usually Azzi doesn’t favor his opinions on these things (crop tops were a no until she was thirteen) but today, she smiles gratefully at him. “She doesn’t need nothing like that ‘till she’s older.”

“Tim,” Katie says exasperatedly, “she’s an adult.”

“Yeah, but not really,” Tim says, throwing his arm around Azzi’s shoulders. Azzi burrows into her dad’s chest in an attempt to hide from her scary mom with the scary needles.

“It was just a suggestion,” Katie sighs, reaching into the oven to pull out the pot pie. “You don’t have to if you don’t want it. They’re just cute, is all.” Placing the hot pan on the stove, Katie turns back to the two of them, smiling slyly at Azzi. “I’m sure your girlfriend would think so, too.”

Admittedly, that thought itself has the cogs in Azzi’s mind turning.

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Later that same day, at around 10:00, Azzi’s phone buzzes with a text from none other than Paige Bueckers, also known as Azzi’s aforementioned girlfriend.

I miss you

The two of them had woken up on FaceTime that morning, and had been texting throughout the day, but it’s been a few hours since their last conversation so of course it’s the first thing Paige would say to her. She’s never liked conventional conversation starters, anyway.

Before Azzi can respond, three other texts come in tandem:

send me pics

WHOAAA pause, not those kinda pics. I just miss looking at u or whatever

but if you wanna send those kinda pics i wont complain 😛

Azzi rolls her eyes, albeit affectionately, at her phone screen. A pang of longing shoots through her stomach, reminding her just how much she misses her stupid, dorky girlfriend.

Typing quickly so that Paige won’t beat her to it, Azzi types: I miss you too p

And then, you’re like a teenage boy btw

The response comes fast: rudeee I just wanna see my girlfriend’s beautiful face

are you ovulating or something?

whoa howd you know

Once again, Azzi rolls her eyes. And then her thumb hovers over the camera app before she opts for Facetime instead, pressing the button and smiling when Paige answers halfway through the first ring.

“—out of my room, seriously!” Azzi catches the second half of Paige’s sentence, and immediately knows who she’s talking to—that tone is reserved for one particular little boy.

“Hi,” Azzi says, and Paige’s attention snaps down to her phone, eyes crinkling with a smile.

“Hi, baby,” she says softly, and then there’s giggling in the background and Paige looks away again. “Drew, for real, leave me alone!”

“I wanna say hi to Azzi, too,” Drew’s playful whine comes distantly over the speaker.

“Aw, let him say hi,” Azzi argues.

Paige glares down at her, but then Azzi gives her a stern look—she’s a firm believer that Paige needs to be nicer to perfect little Drew, even though she herself isn’t a saint to her own brothers by any stretch. Sighing dramatically, Paige passes the phone over to Drew, whose smiling little face appears on the screen. “Hi, Azzi!”

“Hey, Drewski,” Azzi replies, ignoring Paige’s mumbling in the background. “How’ve you been?”

“Good. Today I beat Paigey in 1v1 and then she beat me up and knocked my tooth out.”

“Drew!” in a second, the phone is ripped away from him and back to Paige, who’s looking urgently at the phone. “He’s lying, he lost that tooth naturally.” She looks up, presumably at her hysterically laughing little brother. “And you didn’t beat me, I let you win.”

“Hey! I’m gonna tell Dad you said that!”

“He can’t do anything to me, I’m an adult.”

“I’m gonna tell him you said that, too!”

“Well I’ma tell him you’re bothering me if you don’t get out my room!”

Finally, there’s the aggressive sound of the door slamming shut, and Paige smiles triumphantly down at the phone.

Azzi leans back against her pillows, shaking her head. “Fighting with him as if he isn’t seven years old.”

“Hey, I gotta do what I gotta do,” Paige replies, the background changing as she moves across her room to set the phone on her desk. “I’on like him around when we call.”

“Why not?” Azzi asks, even though she already knows the answer to that.

“‘Cus sometimes I wanna say things to you that nobody else should hear.” Paige grins devilishly, but there’s something a little heavier in her eyes, and that longing curls a little more dangerously in Azzi’s stomach now.

It’s been a long time, but they’ve yet to resort to phone sex. With Stewie curled at her feet and her brothers in the next rooms, Azzi decides she’d like to keep it that way.

“Again, teenage boy,” she teases, and it successfully changes the atmosphere.

Paige gasps and plops down in her desk chair in order to get a closer look at her. “That’s actually offensive.”

“Uh-huh,” Azzi says, watching as Paige fiddles with something on her desk before picking up her gaming headset, and her mouth drops. “You’re not about to game while we’re on call right now.”

Freezing, Paige stares at her, slowly setting the headset down, “What? No, ‘course not.”

Azzi would call Paige a teenage boy again but she thinks it might actually give her a complex, so she decides against it. “Hey,” she says, already feeling her palms get sweaty at the thought of what her mom said earlier, “what do you think about belly piercings?”

“For you or for me?”

“In general.”

Paige shrugs, leaning back in her chair. “I dunno. They’re cute. Why?”

Azzi bites her lip. “My mom thinks I should get one.”

“Yeah?” Paige wiggles her eyebrows at her. “That’d be hot.”

“You think?”

Paige nods decidedly. “Yeah, I do. But you’d never get one, right? I mean, you cried last time you had to get your blood drawn.”

Azzi waves her off. “That was a long time ago.”

“That was four months ago, baby.”

“Okay, whatever.” Azzi flushes at the memory, how she and Paige had gone together for their physicals and how Azzi had been shaking with nerves while Paige sat cool as a fucking cucumber. Paige had teased her about it when the tears started, but she still wiped them away tenderly and later, Azzi heard her asking the nurse if they really had to do the needles. “Maybe I will do it.”

Paige looks at her with this doubt in her eyes that she hates. “You will, huh?”

“Maybe,” Azzi reiterates a little nervously, because she can’t promise anything, not when it comes to a long-ass needle going through her flesh. Okay, so, maybe not.

But Paige is almost smirking now and so she says, “I’m seriously thinking about it.”

Paige nods at her, clearly bemused. “Sure, sure. You, the girl who has a scar on her thigh from ripping a needle out of it—“

“I was four!”

“Still,” Paige laughs. “No way you’re getting that piercing. Maybe stick with a lil nose stud, that’d be cute.”

Deep down, Azzi feels a certain tug of competitiveness—all too familiar when it comes to her girlfriend. And, in this case, dangerous, because when Paige challenges her to something, she refuses to lose.

But, this isn’t a challenge. This is just Paige being Paige. It’s not a challenge until someone says—

“I’ll bet you twenty bucks you get a belly piercing,” Paige jokes. And dread curls in Azzi’s abdomen. Because there it is.

Scary needles and crushing anxiety aside—suddenly, Azzi needs that twenty dollars. And she will absolutely not be losing it.

————————————

Azzi is in her room, trying and failing for the third time this week to pack for college, when her mother appears in the doorway. “Hey, Az.”

“Yeah?” Azzi asks without looking up.

“Can you come help me unload the groceries? I can’t carry them all by myself.”

“Uh,” Azzi glances at her suitcase—which needs to have her whole life packed away inside it within the week—and decides it can wait, “yeah, sure.”

She doesn’t notice the twinkle in Katie’s eye as she gets up and heads out into the hallway. As she walks down it, she registers the muttered sounds of her family and realizes she hasn’t heard the dogs in a few moments. Turning back to her mom, she says, “Where are the dogs?”

“Oh, we put ‘em in our room,” Katie says, taking Azzi by the shoulders and ushering her down the hallway.

Azzi furrows her brow. “Why?”

Katie pushes her out into the living room and the first thing she notices is her brothers and dad all gathered there, watching her with—excitement? Anticipation? And she’s about to ask why when Katie takes her by the shoulders once again and turns her so she’s facing the front door, and there’s Paige, knelt down, focused on untying her shoes.

Azzi doesn’t move, because is this real? This has gotta be an stress-induced hallucination, right?

But, no. It’s real. She knows because Paige, her perfect, oblivious girlfriend, hasn’t noticed her yet, and is chattering away like she always does: “So then I was like, yo, it’s not my fault you didn’t buy an extra seat, so like, why would I give you mine? And usually I would’ve given it up but I told her, I was like, I gotta see my girl, I can’t get off this plane. Because that’s serious to me, you know? And I…”

Paige’s rambling trails off only when she finishes taking off her shoes and finally glances up, to find Azzi standing a little awestruck a couple feet away.

“Oh,” she says, smiling almost sheepishly at her as she straightens up, “hey.”

For some reason, that’s what snaps Azzi out of her Paige-induced trance and she sort of forgets about the rest of her family watching them as she crosses the few steps it takes to launch herself into Paige’s arms, nearly sobbing with relief of a weight she didn’t know was there being lifted off her shoulders as she’s wrapped up in an all-too-familiar embrace.

“You’re here,” Azzi breathes, almost unable to believe it. “Why’re you here?”

Paige squeezes her tight, leans down to bury her face in the crook between her shoulder and neck. “Couldn’t wait any longer,” is all she says, and Azzi hasn’t ever agreed with anything more.

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It’s not until later—after a celebratory lunch and family board games and then a celebratory dinner and family movie night, completed with ice cream sundaes—that they get a moment alone.

As soon as they’re stepping into Azzi’s bedroom, Paige is on her in a second, holding her tight by the waist and inhaling deeply into her hair. It’s almost instinctual the way Azzi reciprocates, her body moving on its own accord to wrap her arms around Paige’s broad shoulders and hold her close. It’s not for a few more moments that Paige says something. “Missed you so much, Az.”

“I know,” Azzi nods, pulling away just enough to get a good look at her girlfriend’s face, and though they’ve spent half the day together she still marvels at the fact that she’s looking at her without the barrier of a shitty internet connection, hearing her without the interruption of cackling speakers. “‘M happy you’re here, baby.”

“Me too,” Paige replies, leaning forward so their noses are touching. “We should never do that again, yeah?”

“What? Spend the summer apart?”

“Uh-huh,” Paige replies, her eyes drifting shut as her lips brush up against Azzi’s. “Hated every second of it.”

“Me too,” Azzi breathes, closing her eyes as well at the feeling of Paige’s breath up against her lips, her hands running slowly up and down her back before moving to her stomach, pushing against her. Azzi gasps as her back hits the bedroom door, eyes opening to study her girlfriend’s face, to find her staring back. Her pale cheeks are already a little flushed, and Azzi must be wearing a similar expression because Paige chuckles softly before leaning down and finally pressing their lips together in a soft, tender kiss. Chaste enough but nothing like the few pecks they shared today—this is intimate and weighted and altogether not meant for her family to see.

“Azzi,” Paige mumbles needily against her lips and it’s almost embarrassing how quickly she’s getting wet, just from a closed-mouth kiss and roaming hands on her stomach and an utterance of her name.

But she can’t really bring herself to be embarrassed. Because this is Paige. And it’s been so much longer than either of them can bear.

“Az,” Paige repeats, pressing soft kisses against the corner of her mouth now, “I…can we?” she pulls back and Azzi’s legs nearly give out at the hot, desperate look in Paige’s eyes. “Need you,” she insists.

Azzi glances over her shoulder, at the closed door and the hallway she knows is beyond, her family separated only by square meters and walls. It’s not an ideal situation.

But neither is holding off for another day. Even another hour might destroy her, if the damp spot growing on her panties has anything to say about it.

So, Azzi nods, untangling her arms from around Paige’s neck in order to reach back and lock the door. She can’t help but smile at the excitement in Paige’s eyes when she turns back to her, and at the same time she gives her a look that’s all warning. “We gotta be quiet, though.”

“Got it,” Paige nods, already walking them backwards toward the bed.

“And no strap,” Azzi continues, then squeals as quietly as possible when Paige pushes her down onto the bed.

Paige is back on her as soon as she’s lying down, kneeling on the bed to hover over her, and the pout on her face contrasts almost comically with the heat in her eyes. “But I brought it for us.”

Azzi isn’t all that surprised—of course Paige would bring their neglected dildo to her surprise visit at Azzi’s parent’s house. But Paige becomes sort of feral when that thing comes on and Azzi is no better, often unable to hold in the noises that rip their way out her throat while Paige pounds her.

As Azzi scoots back until her head hits the pillows, wrapping her arms around Paige’s neck so she follows, she knows tonight isn’t the night for rough and filthy. The longing in her belly is heated, sure, the arousal leaking from her downright sinful—but there’s something almost innocent in the way she needs Paige tonight. She needs her as if she’s a piece of her that’s been missing too long, and it’s only natural to come back together like this.

“Paige,” she whispers, pulling her down, “please, just—don’t need any of that. Just need you, right now.”

Something softens almost immediately in Paige’s expression at that, the arousal clouding her gaze clearing just a bit and making way for pure, unadulterated love.

“Aight, baby,” Paige mutters, kissing Azzi again, and this time Azzi opens up for her, salivating when Paige’s tongue meets hers, pushing past to enter her mouth and lick around inside like she’s looking for something. Azzi’s legs go instinctively around Paige’s waist, hands tightening around her neck, anything to bring them as close as possible.

Paige pulls back when Azzi’s breath gets shaky, string of saliva connecting their lips until Paige licks it away. “I gotchu,” she reassures, one hand finding its way from where it’s bracing her on the bed to stroke down her cheek, to her collarbone. “Just relax, baby.”

“‘S been a long time,” Azzi replies, figuring that’s the reason for the lump of anxiety in her throat, the way she’s grasping at Paige as if she’ll disappear. And, sure, it’s only been three months—what’s three months, when plenty couples go years without seeing each other?—but for Paige and Azzi, it felt like an eternity. And Azzi realizes it’s a little overwhelming coming back to something so familiar all at once.

“I know,” Paige says, leaning down to trail her lips delicately against her jawline. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Uh-huh,” Azzi replies, a little breathily now that Paige is moving to that sweet spot on her neck. And when she gets there, she sucks, not quite hard enough to leave a bruise but hard enough for her to feel it. “Paige,” she murmurs, her own hands going to the hem of her sweater, “Wanna—take this off.”

“Okay,” Paige replies, helping Azzi sit up just enough to pull the piece of clothing off and toss it somewhere across the room. It’s dimly lit, only the moonlight and the lamp on Azzi’s bedside table to illuminate the room, but it’s plenty enough for Paige to take in Azzi’s bare torso, eyes flickering from her collarbones to her chest to her face, then back to her chest again where her gaze lingers—Azzi reminds herself to make fun of her for that later—and then, finally, Azzi watches her girlfriend’s gaze travel down the bare expanse of her stomach, to her navel, where her eyes widen and her jaw drops just slightly when she sees the new piercing sitting there.

“You…” Paige mumbles, never ripping her eyes from the piercing, and Azzi giggles. “You actually got it.”

“Had to,” Azzi says, pleased with the reaction. “You owe me twenty, by the way.”

Paige looks up at her then, and her free hand travels down Azzi’s stomach to cautiously touch the stud. “Did it hurt?”

Azzi nods. “Yeah. But it was worth it.”

Paige nods along with her. “Definitely worth it.”

Her lips reattach to her neck, but they don’t linger there, moving quickly down to the dip between her collarbones, her fingers still delicately playing with her piercing. “Got it a couple days after our FaceTime. You remember?”

Paige nips at her collarbone. “Yeah. Thought there was no way in hell you’d get it.”

“‘S why I did,” Azzi replies, tone going a little unsteady again as Paige’s lips travel lower, reminding her of the pulsing that’s beginning to ache between her legs. “Knew you’d like it.”

“I was right, though,” Paige replies, a little muffled as she kisses the pillowy flesh of Azzi’s chest, “it is hot.”

“Tha-anks,” Azzi moans out, clutching Paige’s hair as she finally attaches to a nipple. Her head falls back, relishing in the way Paige flicks her tongue, feeling so much better than Azzi’s own fingers ever could. She’s resorted many times to playing with herself while thinking of Paige, but it’s never the same. And maybe the knowledge of how good Paige is had begun slipping away from her, but it comes back now with sharp clarity as Paige suckles and then smooths down with the flat of her tongue.

Paige moves over to Azzi’s other breast, making sure to litter a few marks across her chest on the way, and she busies herself with removing Paige’s ponytail, fingers fumbling a few times around the hair tie before she gets it off. Paige chuckles against her when her hair falls loose around her shoulders, and Azzi smiles, too, watching through hooded eyes as Paige lifts her head to place a chaste kiss on her lips. “Can we take these off?” she asks, tugging at the waistband of Azzi’s sleep shorts.

Azzi nods, lifting her hips while Paige pulls them down, leaving her underwear on. It’s not exactly a cute pair—she didn’t prepare for sex when she woke up completely Paige-less this morning—but she can’t bring herself to be self-conscious about it.

“Mm,” Paige hums, dragging her lips down Azzi’s chest, to her navel, where the tip of her tongue pokes out, licking around her piercing. Turns out she likes it even more than Azzi thought she would. Azzi watches, lazily, while Paige presses open-mouthed kisses against her. She wants to urge her on but at the same time knows she needs to be patient, needs to let Paige take her time with her.

“Fuck,” Paige mumbles against her skin, then licks down to the hem of her underwear, kissing along it to nip at her hipbone. “Missed this so fucking much.”

“Baby,” Azzi breathes, watching Paige open her legs enough to settle between them, breathing hot and purposeful over Azzi’s clothed core.

“I know,” Paige mumbles, eyes locked on the wet patch on Azzi’s panties. She takes her bottom lip between her teeth as she brings a thumb to rub gently over Azzi’s clit, and it makes her hips push up for more. “I’ma eat you now, okay?” Paige says, looking up at her.

Azzi nods. “Please, P.”

Paige licks her lips, then presses them to the plush skin of her inner thigh, making quick work of pulling the panties off. As soon as she does, she spreads her open even wider, eyes hooded and mouth slightly open when she takes two fingers and spreads her folds. “Look at that,” she breathes, licking her thumb before using it to rub her clit in little circles. “She’s cryin’ for me, huh?”

“Fuck,” Azzi moans breathily when Paige nuzzles her nose up into her. Paige uses her free hand to press down on her abdomen, partly to keep her still and partly to make it feel better, and she tries to stay steady, resisting the urge to arch her hips up.

“Hold my hair, mama,” Paige says, and with shaking hands Azzi does, gathering her long hair away from her face. Glancing up at her, Paige licks a long stripe up her cunt as a reward. Azzi gasps desperately, gripping her hair a little more tightly and pulling her closer, urging her to do that thing she loves. And Paige gets it, smirking against her pussy before dipping her tongue into her hole, effectively drinking her up while her nose bumps against her clit. Head lulling back against the sheets, Azzi throws an arm over her face in a feeble attempt to keep quiet.

“Tastes so good,” Paige moans into her, mouth wide open as she sucks her folds into her mouth. “Missed this shit so bad, mama.”

“Mm-hmm,” Azzi whines, unable to respond or even really register the words with the way Paige is making such a mess of her, spit mixing with Azzi’s own juices, leaking down onto the bed.

Paige licks into her entrance again, the warm muscle exploring that spongy spot inside her and then going up to her clit and sucking it harshly into her mouth. Azzi bites down on her hand—otherwise, she’d sob.

When Paige looks up and catches her struggle, she smirks and wraps her arms around Azzi’s thighs, situating them over her shoulders and pressing a few tender kisses to Azzi’s clit. “So pretty, baby,” she mutters, and Azzi shivers when her hot breath hits her cunt. “Wanna do this forever.” She works her jaw, and Azzi barely has time to register what she’s doing before Paige spits on her, using her hand to rub it in, and then going in and licking it back up.

“P—“ Azzi chokes, scratching her nails roughly through Paige’s hair, holding her head close enough that she doesn’t move when her hips cant up. That warmth in her belly becomes tense, a familiar knot forming there, and her legs begin to shake.

“Close?” Paige asks, knowing all her tells.

Azzi nods urgently, pulling Paige’s head back down, gasping as she presses the flat of her tongue against her clit before flicking it at an impossible speed, her hips grinding up as she rides Paige’s face, head turning to the side to bury into her pillow.

“God, Paige—gonna come,” she says urgently, the feeling of Paige nodding against her only hurdling her closer, “fuck, love you so much. Love you so fucking much, gonna make me come, fu-uckkk!”

She thrashes, legs shaking impossibly hard as Paige licks her through it, her hand rubbing furiously at Azzi’s poor clit while she slurps up the arousal gushing from her, and she doesn’t stop until Azzi’s heels are kicking against her back, palm of her hand pushing at her forehead.

Even then, Paige gives her a last kiss on her clit before surging up to meet her lips, the kiss they share far too tender for what just happened.

“Missed that,” Paige whispers, smiling down at her when they separate.

“Fuck,” Azzi sighs, looking up at her girlfriend almost in disbelief. “Me, too.”

She combs her fingers gently through Paige’s hair, getting the knots, and Paige’s eyes flutter shut. Slowly, she lets her hands wander, down her shoulders, her chest, to her stomach. “Baby,” she whispers, watching Paige open her eyes slowly, “need to see you.”

Paige hesitates and for a moment Azzi thinks she might be too tired, but the next second she’s reaching behind her and pulling her t-shirt off. Azzi’s hands immediately go to those toned abs she loves so much, then up to Paige’s sports bra. “This, too.”

Obediently, Paige pulls the tight material over her head, tossing it along with the rest of their clothes. Azzi doesn’t take her time—can’t bring herself to, not now—bringing her hands up to Paige’s tits and squeezing them. Paige inches up, encouraging her, and Azzi lifts her mouth to one of her hands, separating her fingers to expose a nipple and taking it between her lips. Paige is quick to react, bracing herself on Azzi’s shoulders while she grinds down onto one of her thighs, and Azzi can feel the wetness through her sweats.

While her tongue works over the pert nipple, she lets her other hand wander back down Paige’s stomach, under her sweatpants, and when Paige grinds down encouragingly, she dips her fingers into her boxers. Using her pointer and ring fingers, she spreads her folds, then drags her middle finger up her sopping slit, groaning into her breast at the sheer amount of wetness she feels there.

“Az,” Paige breathes, bearing down on Azzi’s hand, but the angle is all wrong and she pulls of her tit with a pop.

Urging Paige off her lap, Azzi flips them over, knowing Paige would resist if she wanted to. But Paige is needy, hair a mess and lips swollen, chin still a little wet with Azzi’s arousal, baby blue’s wide as she stares reverently at her. “Lay back, baby,” she mutters, making quick work of the rest of Paige’s clothes once the girl obeys.

As soon as she’s naked, Azzi crawls over her, dipping her hand back between her legs, warm heat pooling at her fingers. “So wet, P. I make you like this?”

“Fuck, yes,” Paige replies, and it’s her turn to wrap her arms around Azzi’s shoulders, nails scratching a little when Azzi dips a finger into her hole.

“You want it?” Azzi asks, teasing, rubbing her thumb over Paige’s clit before going back down to her entrance.

“Need it,” Paige insists.

“Gonna be good for me?” Azzi murmurs, leaning down so she’s right by her ear, making Paige shiver. “Gonna be quiet, right?”

“Uh-huh,” Paige says, the submissive tone in her voice rare and so fucking sexy, “promise, baby.”

“Mm,” Azzi hums, relishing in the little noise Paige makes as she slides a finger inside her. Paige arches forward, burying her head in Azzi’s neck, and Azzi presses comforting kisses to her shoulder, shushing her gently. She pumps in and out a few times, getting her ready, before sliding another one in, and she loves the way Paige curls even further into her—not an inch of space between them. She wishes they could stay like this forever.

Starting out slow, Azzi goes in an out, spreading her fingers against the impossible tightness surrounding her fingers. She glances down between their bodies, but it’s hard to see—still, she can just make out Paige’s cunt sucking her fingers in eagerly, and she moans maybe a little too loud.

“Oh, oh,” Paige whines into her neck, clinging onto her as Azzi picks up speed, “don’t stop, so good.”

Azzi bites her lip, concentrating, and on her next thrust she hooks her fingers upward on the way out, letting them drag against that spongy spot deep inside, and Paige sobs, nodding feverishly.

Azzi pulls away, forcing Paige’s head out of her neck so they can look at each other. She uses her free hand to brush a damp strand of hair from Paige’s face. “Right there?”

“Yeah,” Paige breathes, obviously doing her best to be quiet, and Azzi thinks they’ll need to empty out the house tomorrow so they can do this again without so many restraints.

Azzi repeats the motion once, twice, and Paige’s eyes roll to the back of her head. Her thighs clench around Azzi’s hand, abs tightening—she’s getting close.

Nuzzling their noses together, Azzi brings her thumb to Paige’s clit and starts rubbing hard.

Paige cries out weakly. Azzi presses their lips together, regretfully swallowing every noise Paige makes, arm growing tired as she works her over, thrusting fast and hard now. Paige is writhing, hands keeping Azzi close as if she’s going to up and leave.

“Not going anywhere,” Azzi murmurs against her lips. “You okay?”

Paige moans. “Getting close—just…stay right here.”

“Okay, baby,” Azzi whispers. “Just relax, I got you. You’re okay.”

It works, Paige softening around the edges, jaw unclenching and legs falling open, eyes hooded and searching as they look into Azzi’s. Azzi nods at her, kissing her lips and then the tip of her nose, not once slowing the pace of her fingers. “Doing good, baby. Gonna come?”

“Yeah,” Paige breathes, nodding fervently. “So close.”

Azzi punctuates it with a particularly hard thrust, loving the way Paige whines for her. “Missed making you come,” Azzi groans, forehead dropping onto Paige’s. “Missed fucking you.”

Paige swallows thickly, supposedly swallowing down a particularly loud sound, and Azzi rubs at her clit to the point of abuse. Paige opens her mouth as if she’s about to say something but then her jaw goes slack and her eyebrows furrow and she’s coming, hard, choking on a moan, bottom lip trembling like she might cry.

Enthralled, Azzi watches, trying to commit everything to memory—the way Paige’s tits arch up, the way she throws her head back, the way she bites her swollen lips, the way tears form at the corners of her eyes but don’t fall. Azzi hadn’t realized quite how much she missed this until just now.

As Paige comes down, pushing Azzi’s wrist so she’ll pull out, Azzi settles herself gently on top of her, pressing kisses to her face and neck. Paige’s arms soothe down her back then back up, chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.

“Good?” Azzi asks, giggling tiredly when Paige stares at her as if she hung the stars in the sky.

“Perfect,” Paige corrects, watching as Azzi lazily licks at her fingers, cleaning them off. “We can never be apart again, okay?”

“I can’t promise that.”

“I’ma—like, sneak you into my suitcase if I ever have to leave,” Paige insists, pulling Azzi down so she’s lying fully on top of her. “Gonna fuck you every day, I’on care.”

Azzi laughs, resting her cheek on Paige’s chest. “You’re an idiot.”

“Be quiet,” Paige says, pushing half-heartedly at her shoulder.

“Shit,” she says after a moment.

Azzi lifts her head to look quizzically at her. “What?”

“I really love your belly piercing.”

[lunaekalenda]

Hihi! I had an idea for a joo jaekyung ask!

so basically, after kyung yelled at you for making a mistake, you took it upon yourself to go over to heesungs place, knowing that heesung has wanted you for a while. After venting to heesung, one thing leads to another and you end up sleeping with him. Next morning, heesung drops you off at kyungs place. Once you enter, you knew you were gonna be in serious trouble😛

This has been on my mind for decades I need it to happen🙏🏾

hiii!! i hope you like it!! (and that i understood it correctly)

warnings: semi public sex, mutual masturbation, cheating (?), oral f!receiving, reader is gender neutral but feminine body!

"I was supposed to be having vegetables today, honey."

His brow is up as he drops the fork on the plate, the pasta untouched and judged by his sharp eyes. The way he called you - honey .- wasn't the same as always. It was hard and rude, but not in the seductive and playful way. He's angry. And it's not your fault.

You know he's stressed, who wouldn't be? Match after match, win after win, paparazzis following him from the gym to his apartment, strict diets and regular controls, and a terrible pain on his shoulder that doesn't let him sleep most of the nights, when he leaves the bed thinking you're asleep and you feel the cold on the bed when he stands up. You sigh.

You're not even a thing. You don't know what you are. Friends? Not at all. Friends with benefits? Dubious. Some kinda only-sex thing? Probably, but not that. You take a deep breath.

"The menu Namwook sent me said carbohydrates for today." you take the paper from the magnet that hangs it on his fridge, giving it to him. He takes it and looks at it without interest.

"Yosep said vegetables early this morning." was his answer. You can't help but laugh sarcastically.

"And how the fuck was I supposed to know? I don't go to your trainings with you." Jaekyung takes his hands to his head, massaging his temple.

"Then maybe it's time for you to start doing so, if you wanna keep up this stupid play you're doing." He crumples the menu before throwing it somewhere behind you. "Cooking for me? Cleaning my apartment? Sleeping with me? For what? Fame? Money? Feelings? Y'all are the same. It bores me." With that being said, he stands up and takes his jacket. "Don't wait for me awake, or don't wait here at all, whatever you want. Since you like disobeying so much." With a bang, he leaves you alone at his apartment. His plate lies cold on the kitchen table, and you take it, in pure anger, throwing everything to the trash can. Who he thinks he is? You owe him nothing. Not money, not thanks, not even loyalty.

Your phone rings on the exact moment you take off the apron you used to avoid your clothes getting dirty from sauce. Heesung's face pops near a text.

"Are you free tonight or are you gonna ditch me again? I'll start to think Jaekyung has you captive for his own pleasure."

An idea crosses your mind. He'll get angry, He'll get so, so angry. A timid smile pulls your mouth as you answer Heesung, before getting your shoes and leaving the apartment.

He kisses so differently from him. Heesung likes to play, to tease, to lick, to bite. He likes to do things calmly, without rush, as if the night had no end. The way he touches is delicate, but confident: he knows exactly what he's doing, and he likes to spend time on it.

You don't even know how it happened: you were having dinner, one next to the other, sharing a nice conversation until he was too close and his lips were too attractive. And now, both lying on his bed, hands under clothes and almost no words between you, you're starting to get lost on him.

He feels good, for sure, everything he does: from his fingers caressing your thighs to his mouth licking your body, but you're still missing something. There's a tiny reminder, in the back of your head, that brings him up. That brings Jaekyung.

And although you're enjoying Heesung, you know he doesn't feel like Kyung. And thinking about him gets you angry, but, at the same time, extremely horny. Oh, you would pay to be with him right now. To be his strong hands, hardened after so much training, the ones opening your legs to the sides. To be his dark hair the one going down on your body, slowly, until he reaches your wetness and you reach his locks to guide him. You moan when he licks, and your eyes shut, pleasure coming in waves while he works on you with his mouth. Jaekyung would mock you, would laugh at how you moaned so quick but still ask you to do it again for him. And he would gr-

"Like this?" Heesung's voice sounds muffled when he speaks, still between licks, and you feel your face hot from shame. Oh, godess, he's on you while you think about Jaekyung.

As a response, you bury his head deeper between your legs, arching your back when he arrives to the spot you wanted him in. But it doesn't feel the same.

His hands don't feel the same.

His mouth doesn't feel the same.

His thrusts don't feel the same.

It was fun, yeah, and it was good, but it wasn't enough to make you forget him.

And you hate it. Lying in his luxurious bed, with Heesung asleep next to you, you find yourself thinking again about him.

Next morning, Heesung drops you at Jaekyung's. He talks before letting you get out of the car.

"He sent me a text yesterday. He was looking for you. I promised him I would bring you back early. It was fun, but I don't think it'll happen again." he smiles before letting you get out, and you take a deep breath before walking towards the expensive apartment. Surprisingly, Jaekyung is waiting at the main door: black cap, big sunglasses and a mask, but still recognizable. At least, for you. You walk towards him at a slow pace, teasing him, but he leans against the marble pillar, waiting patiently. Although patience is not one of his strong points.

"Good morning, Jaekyung." you mumble next to him. He follows you with big steps.

"Did you had fun?" he asks. He doesn't sound mad, he's teasing. As if he was mocking you.

"I had a lot, thanks for asking. Hope you had the same with the panties I forgot to wash and your stupid hand." you smile delicately at him while waiting for the elevator. He giggles.

"Who says I spent the night alone?" he moves towards the elevator door, getting face to face. He takes the mask down and the glasses away, sliding them in his trousers' pocket.

"I can pretty much tell by your absolute good humor." you hum, entering the elevator without waiting for him. He follows at big steps, and the doors close. You still have a very long ride until you arrive to the very last floor.

"Tell me, does he kiss better than me?" his question breaks the silent. You avoid to answer.

"I thought you didn't care, since yesterday you asked me to leave to lovingly." he smiles for himself, somehow, satisfied with the empty answer. The elevator music can be listened softly, mixed with your breath and the rhythmic tap of his fingers on the wall he's resting against. He looks at your body, slowly, scanning from your legs to your hips, to your waist, to your breasts and your shoulders. He raises a brow in silent judgement.

"What?" he shakes his head. The stupid grin of superiority is starting to bother you.

"Wow, honey, your humor is so bad today. Bet you didn't came yesterday after all this days doing it at least twice. Is he that bad?" Your cheeks feel hot as he looks at the front. Is it written on your face? Does he really care about your sexual satisfaction? What the fuck is wrong with this man?

"If you cared that much about if I came or I didn't, you would have done it yourself." you hear him laugh under his breath. He gets closer, eyes darkened, breath stronger.

"Bet I could do it with just two fingers." he takes your hand in his, showing the big difference between his fingers and your owns. Goddess, were his hands always this big?

"You could shove them up your ass." he laughs, raising a brow. He gets close, dangerously close, like a hunter does with its prey. He cages you between his body and the elevator wall. His hand finds your hip, and the other rests on the wall, above your head. His two fingers - his two damn long fingers. - caress your hips in circular motions. The same exact way he usually does. You look directly at his eyes, like a challenge, but his gaze softens. He gives a quick look to the floor indicator. "Still almost all the ride left. Bet I can make you cum before we arrive. I'm sure that asshole couldn't even having all night to himself." Your brow rises this time, and you can't help but laugh.

"Not even you and your glorious fingers would be able to do so." And it's true. As it is that you might be turned on by the conversation. His hand slips inside your jeans, grabbing your ass. He gets even closer, your breaths mixing, his scent - so sweet, and yet so fierce. - intoxicating you. His other hand leaves the wall and finds its way to the zipper of the jean, quickly undoing it. You're suddenly aware of how hot his fingers are, how rough against your skin, how handsome he looks bitting his lip and how hard he is. Jaekyung's fingers are hardened by years and years of boxing, of training and winning. And they feel too damn good when they slip inside your panties.

"Already this wet? It really seems like you've missed me tonight." his fingers caress your skin before curling, patiently teasing your entrance. Your hips move on its own before Jaekyung's knee pushes your leg. "Stay quiet, honey. I don't need any help." And, after the final word escapes his lips, his fingers are inside.

His lips are now on your neck, sucking, licking, kissing; his breath against your collarbone, his fingers caressing in circles around your entrance and his own hardness pressing against your thighs. Jaekyung sighs, before licking from your neck to your jaw. Your hand travels to his gym shorts, pressing your palm against him, making Jaekyung groan. "Are you turning this into a competition? I would recommend you don't." he sighs again when you squeeze him on top of the clothing. "Unless you wanna end getting railed in this exactt spot." his laugh is deep, and it makes you clench around his fingers. "Here, where someone could enter, and find you like this, hm?" his voice turns darker as he speaks, this time, getting closer to your lips, his breath mixing with your soft moans. "And I would have to explain them how I am the only one able to satisfy you." His finger hit the spot, making you grip his arm and search more friction against him, slipping your hand inside his underwear on the process. Yes, it's indecent, and yes, anyone could enter, but goddess, you need him to fuck you here and now. Your fingers, cold from being against the metallic walls, find his skin, making him moan agaimst your lips.

"Enough." were his only words before your jeans got violently slid down, giving him way more room for his fingers. His free hand rips your panties, sliding them inside the pocket of his trousers. You smile.

"Perverted" he laughs, while you get closer to him, pecking his lips while taking away his shorts. He sighs.

"I don't wanna leave any proof." next, you slide down his underwear, releasing his already hard cock. Jaekyung moans softly, biting his lips. Your hand starts to move on his shaft at the same pace his fingers work on you. He sighs.

"When we arrive... Oh, god, I won't let you sleep. I'll fuck you in every single surface we find." his mouth opens releasing a long groan, his hips softly moving against your fist. "On the kitchen counter, with your legs open, me kneeling between them." his finger goes faster, the sound of your juices echoing on the walls. "On the table, making you bend over, showing me that pretty ass. I didn't forget where and with who you spent the night. I think a couple punishments will avoid those things to happen again." your hand catches his rhythm quickly, mimicking it on him. His cock twitches on your hand. "On... on the mirror, so you can see those lewd expressions when I enter, the way your juices run down your thighs, how nicely you take me." The silence of the elevator is only broken by your quick breaths and moans, the sound of your hands working on each other, the wet sounds of his fingers and his cock. He smiles, moisturizing his lips with his tongue. "On the living room floor, making you ride me. On the bed, on the shower, on the balcony." his fingers move quickly, but hitting all the right spots, with his thumb caressing your clit with sweet circles, as you copy on his tip. "I wanna make you mine in every room." His words make you wetter than you already are, and his hips fuck your fist quickier. Jaekyung smiles, with that feline expression that makes you feel like his prey. "You want that, hm? It seems like you liked the idea, am I wrong?" Your mouth opens on a silent moan, lifting your leg as much as possible to give him better access.

"Please, Jaekyung. Do it." Your words seem to make him laugh. He shakes his head, once, twice. His fingers slow down on you.

"Patience, honey. We're only a couple floors away. I'll make sure to make you cum all the times he couldn't as soon as we close the door."

[sansaorgana]

Hi! It's anon from the period thoughts hehe! I think you're spot on with all of that! Thank you :) Any chance you can do a fic with it?

Gale w/a girlfriend or wife that's having awful period cramps/day?

hiii 😘 guess who started her period today? ME 🤣 when I realised this request is next in the line to be written I laughed 😛 because it's something I'm going through at the moment, I got a bit carried away and it's quite long for a cute little fic like that haha 🥰

I have about 10 MOTA requests to write in my inbox 😅 so please, go easy with them for a while 👉🏻👈🏻 especially that requests for Feyd are open now, too 🤩

You were laying on the couch under a blanket, mindlessly watching the TV with your eyes hazy from the painkiller you had taken. Unfortunately, it wasn’t working for the pain but it was making you feel even more dazed out.

When you heard the front door opening, you sensed the feeling of guilt forming a knot in your stomach. Buck was coming back home after work and not only his house hadn’t been cleaned but also there was no dinner waiting for him on the table. You hoped he’d survive on the sandwiches but you felt bad for him.

“I’m back!” He announced his arrival but you didn’t move. You simply couldn’t.

You heard him undressing and taking his shoes off before peeking into the living room and looking at the TV.

“You’re watching this?” He asked surprised. Well, the program was stupid as hell and you were aware of it.

“I don’t want to but I can’t move to turn it off,” you admitted in a raspy, tired voice.

“Are you okay?” Buck furrowed his brows and approached the TV. He crouched down and turned it off.

“Thank you, it was starting to give me a migraine,” you admitted with a sigh.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He turned around to face you. 

“I’m sorry, I have those days,” you explained.

“What days, love?”

“Ugh…” You winced at one of the cramps. “Code red, Gale. Those days,” you specified.

“Oh,” he straightened himself and put his hands on his hips, getting visibly awkward. “What can I do for you? Does it hurt a lot?”

“Yes, it does. Just leave me here alone…” You mumbled. “And don’t get angry at me because I haven’t done anything around the house. Haven’t cooked anything either,” you lowered your voice, a little scared of his reaction.

You didn’t expect your husband to be angry about such a thing. He was not like most men. But he still could get a little frustrated and irritated. You wouldn’t blame him for that but it would still feel awful to disappoint him like that.

“Hey, you don’t feel good, it’s fine,” Buck only said. “I can make myself sandwiches,” he shrugged his arms. “Have you eaten anything?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Not really, no,” you answered. “I took a painkiller but it’s not helping. It made me hazy, though.”

Buck stood there in silence for a while, looking as if he was thinking intensely about something.

“I have an idea,” he said finally. “Are you allowed to take baths in your state?” He asked and you laughed at him.

“Jesus, Gale, can you imagine not being allowed to take a bath when you’re bleeding for a few days straight?” You asked and he blushed adorably. It was quite cute how he was feeling uncomfortable with the subject of periods and how little he did know about them… yet, he still tried to help.

“Let’s run you a bath then,” he nodded.

“Gale, please…” You sighed. “Baby, you’re tired after work. Just make yourself sandwiches and get some rest, too,” you tried to stop him.

“I’m fine,” he assured you. “Come,” he approached you and picked you up bridal style with the blanket still around you. You squeezed it in your fist so it wouldn’t fall down and let him carry you to the bathroom upstairs.

Buck sat you carefully on the closed toilet seat and turned the faucet on to fill the bathtub with the warm water. He opened one of the drawers of your bathroom cabinet and hummed to himself.

“What kind of bath do you want?” He asked, unsurely.

“What do you mean by that?” You leaned back, resting your head on the cold bathroom tiles.

“You have all sorts of things here… Rose, lavender, vanilla…” He read the words on the bottles of your bath oils.

“Lavender helps,” you told him and Buck nodded his head.

He took the bottle out and you watched him carefully tilting it above the bathtub… only to pour half of it inside the water. You gasped.

“What?” He turned his head around, startled by the sound leaving your mouth.

“You’re supposed to add a few drops…” You sighed, too tired to get annoyed. Also, getting annoyed when he was trying so hard to help you would be simply unfair.

“I’m sorry… Should I run another bath now?” He asked.

“Don’t be crazy. You’ve no idea how much money you’ve just poured down there,” you let out a tired chuckle.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” Buck closed the lid and put the bottle back in the drawer. “But is it safe to bathe in it now?”

“Only one way to find out, is it?” You shrugged your arms.

Buck approached you to help you stand up but you shook your head.

“No, no,” you stood up by yourself on shaky legs. “I don’t… I don’t want you to see…” You explained shyly.

“It’s just some blood, I can handle it, baby,” he assured you but he was blushing again.

“Please, just leave me here and go downstairs to eat something,” you told him. “I’ll be fine.”

“Actually, I’ll go to the store,” he stated. “I’ll buy us some proper dinner and I’ll be back in twenty minutes. You won’t drown in the meantime, will you?”

“Don’t be daft, I’m not a baby,” you smiled at him and he nodded.

Buck left the bathroom and when you were left alone there, you allowed the blanket to fall down on the floor. Then you got rid of the rest of the clothes and went inside the bathtub, sighing out of relief at the feeling of the warm water.

You were sitting there for so long that the water turned cold, however you felt too comfortable to leave. It was Buck’s soft knocking upon the door that made you finally move.

“I’m back. Are you alive there?” He asked through the door.

“Yes, I’m about to leave now,” you answered.

“Alright. I have chicken,” he told you. “Do you want tea?”

“Yes, please.”

You heard his footsteps going downstairs as you watched the water go down the drain before you stood up, grabbed a towel and dried yourself before putting dark underwear, a black nightgown and a robe that you had in the bathroom cabinet. You put the dress and underwear you had been wearing earlier to the laundry bin and picked up the blanket to fold it and take it with you downstairs to put it back in the living room.

You felt so much better after your bath, you had to admit it. Your hair was wet but you didn’t bother with drying it. It was around six in the evening and you already looked like you were about to go to sleep but you knew that Buck wouldn’t mind that at all.

And indeed, when you walked inside the kitchen, he didn’t even ask about it nor furrowed his brows at your nighttime attire. There was a chicken with mashed potatoes and a salad on the table already, alongside the tea he had made for you.

“I bought more of that lavender oil so you don’t run out of it,” Buck pointed at the unpacked groceries on the kitchen counter. “And something sweet for you,” he added. “The lady at the store was nosy, she asked me why I was buying chicken for dinner and was my wife sick so I told her the truth and she told me women like sweets when they have… those days,” his cheeks turned pink as he moved the chair for you and you sat down with a smile.

“She was right,” you told him. 

“Oh, good, for a while I was scared she just wanted to swindle me to spend more money,” Buck chuckled and took a seat in front of you. “So, after all, she was helpful.”

“Yeah, I know what nosy lady you’re talking about,” you nodded at him. “She’s annoying but she’s also sweet. Hard to explain,” you giggled.

“And how do you feel now?”

“I feel much better, thank you,” you nodded and reached your hand out to caress his and give it a light squeeze before you both started to eat the chicken.

Buck was telling you about his day at work and you were listening with a slight smile. You would usually comment and ask questions or gasp at some things, demanding to know more gossip. But today you were just nodding your head and smiling, still listening but less attentively.

“I’m sorry, perhaps you’d rather eat in silence. You’ve mentioned getting a migraine before,” Buck shut his mouth suddenly.

“I would have told you if I wanted you to be quiet, baby. It’s fine,” you assured him. “And the migraine is gone now. The bath really helped me.”

“Well… I think I’ve already said everything anyway,” he laughed and stood up to get the empty plates from the table to put them in the sink. “I will wash them and you go upstairs and lay in bed. I’ll bring you the dessert when I’m done.”

“You’re absolutely the sweetest, you know that?” You asked him. 

“I’m only taking care of you, darling. Like husbands do. You take care of me, too. Every day,” he looked like he didn’t understand why you were so grateful and it was making him even more special.

And he didn’t even know.

You wondered if his heart was truly so pure that he had no idea how other men could treat their wives. Whenever someone would mention some dreadful story of this sort, Buck would always widen his eyes as if he found it hard to believe. Perhaps he was truly that innocent and oblivious. Or he just couldn’t imagine being so cruel. Either way, he was a gem.

“I just love you so much,” you whispered, getting emotional. Most likely from the hormones.

“I love you, too,” he answered, a bit surprised. “Go upstairs, baby. Do you want me to carry you?”

“No, I will manage,” you stood up and kissed his cheek before leaving the kitchen.

In fact, you’d love him to carry you. But you didn’t want to bother him too much. So you just went to the bedroom and then you sighed at the sight of the freshly put white sheets. You had changed them in the morning, stupidly forgetting about your period coming soon.

With a grunt, you started to take them off. Your moves were slow and when Buck joined you upstairs, you were almost done.

“What are you doing?” He widened his eyes and put the tray he had been holding in his hands down on the vanity table.

“I put them on this morning but I have to change them now. I don’t want to stain them with blood,” you explained.

“You should have waited for me, I’ll do that,” Buck approached you and took the sheets from your hands. “Give that to me.”

“Buck, you’re a sweetheart, but I’m not dying or sick. I can do that, really,” you tried to assure him. “It’s not like it’s my first time having those days,” you explained, carefully avoiding the word period around him because you could only imagine how uncomfortable it would make him feel.

“You can help,” he agreed. “Give me the sheets you want me to put on,” he pointed to the wardrobe with his chin and you rolled your eyes before opening it and handing him the dark navy blue sheets. He gave you back the white ones and you folded them before putting them back.

When the bed was made, you sat under the cover and rested on the pillow. Your husband placed the tray in front of you and you smiled at the sight of a cake and some ice cream.

“Is it alright?” Buck asked.

“Yes, yes, it is,” you nodded with a smile and started to eat.

“By the way, I’m totally getting you a dishwasher,” he sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed and caressed your wet hair.

“Are you crazy? They're expensive!” You protested.

“But it’s going to make your life easier,” Buck pinched your cheek playfully. “You can’t say no, by the way, I’ve already made my decision.”

You didn’t say anything then and just finished eating as he watched you with admiration in his eyes. You offered him a few bites and he agreed to take them but most of the dessert was yours to eat on your own. When you were finished, you laid down, ready to take a nap. Buck took the tray from the bed and leaned in to place a kiss upon your forehead.

“Sweet dreams, baby,” he whispered softly.

“Well, then, my dreams better be of you,” you smiled at him lovingly, “if you want them to be sweet.”

Buck winked at you and went back downstairs to take the tray down. You were starting to fall asleep by the time he was back to lay down next to you and hold you close, making you feel loved and taken care of.

MASTERLIST || BUCK MASTERLIST

[theyluv1moowa]

‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆ hottest people in blue lock

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ��꒷꒦

team z's training goes by in a blur. you're too exhausted to even remember half of it, only that kunigami looked like he was about to pass out at one point, bachira was still annoyingly energetic, and isagi was way too focused on whatever strategy he was cooking up in his head from the workout you left them, as their athletic trainer

but honestly? that's not what matters today.

because today, you get dragged into hell itself.

it all starts in the hottest people in blue lock group chat.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

🔥 THE HOTEST PEOPLE IN BLUE LOCK

shidou: yo losers 😛😛😛. we're doing something tonight. bachira: OOHWHATSTHEPLAN otoya: don't call me a loser when you didn't even last five minutes at the club shidou: FUCK YOU 😛😛😛😛😛🙏🙏🙏🙏 karasu: what's the plan then?? shidou: TRUTH OR DARE chigiri: this is gonna be a disaster. otoya: count me in. nagi: no. reo: yes. nagi: fine. sayuri: wait why am i only just seeing this sayuri: absolutely not yukimaya: absolutely yes bachira: YOUHAVENOCHOICE

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

and that's how you find yourself in a dimly lit lounge room, sitting in a circle with the worst group of people imaginable.

karasu, chigiri, shidou, kunigami, isagi, reo (who, of course, forced nagi to come), otoya, bachira, and yukimaya. all of them.

the air is thick with anticipation. you can already feel the impending chaos.

"alright, let's get this started," shidou grins, leaning forward with a look that can only mean trouble. "i'll go first."

no one protests, because honestly, he was probably going to take the first turn whether they wanted him to or not.

his eyes land on otoya. "truth or dare?"

"truth." otoya replies smoothly.

shidou smirks. "have you ever used football as a way to pick up girls?"

otoya doesn't even flinch. "obviously."

you snort. "you didn't even try to deny it."

"why would i?" otoya grins, shrugging.

next, it's kunigami's turn. he picks dare, as he seems brave like that.

"kunigami..." shidou smirks, and that's already a bad sign.

kunigami, bless his soul, tries to act unfazed. "yeah?"

"i dare you to kiss chigiri." shidou says, far too gleefully.

silence.

kunigami and chigiri both freeze.

"...what," kunigami says.

"huh?" chigiri blinks, staring at him.

"what's the matter, sunshine?" shidou grins, leaning forward. "scared?"

kunigami scowls. "no."

"then do it," otoya smirks, eyes flicking between the two of them.

bachira claps his hands together. "ooh, now this is good."

chigiri looks over at kunigami, shocked beyond his mind, as he suddenly looks down.

kunigami hesitates.

which is a bad idea.

because the second he shows an ounce of nervousness—

shidou pounces.

"OH, HE'S NERVOUS!" shidou howls. "HE'S NERVOUS! KUNIGAMI'S GOT A CRUSH!"

"I DO NOT!" kunigami snaps, face burning.

chigiri, to his credit, looks mostly unfazed—except for the slight pink dusting his cheeks. "if you don't wanna do it, just say so."

"i didn't say that." kunigami grumbles.

"so then do it." nagi yawns.

"fine," kunigami mutters, looking away. "let's just get this over with."

"oh my god," reo grins, shaking his head. "this is amazing."

"WAIT—" bachira brightens. "DO IT ON THE LIPS."

"NO!" kunigami immediately protests.

"YES!" shidou cheers.

"no," kunigami repeats, firmly. "cheek. that's final."

shidou groans dramatically, flopping against otoya. "booooring."

but kunigami's already turning toward chigiri, who's still watching him with that unreadable look.

and, for some reason—

this feels like a bigger deal than it should.

his heart is pounding.

but he doesn't hesitate this time.

he leans in—

and presses a quick kiss to chigiri's cheek.

it's over in seconds.

but the room?

erupts.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH—"

"THEY DID IT!"

"OH MY GOD!"

"THEY'RE BLUSHING!"

"SO CUTE!"

kunigami groans, covering his face with his hands. "i hate all of you."

chigiri, though?

he simply looks down, frozen like a statue.

kunigami makes the mistake of looking at him—

and chigiri smiles at him.

he's going to die.

"ohhh, that was adorable." karasu grins, shaking his head.

"you're so red!" bachira cackles, pointing at kunigami.

"shut up..." kunigami mutters, avoiding everyone's very smug looks.

shidou, though, just grins, eyes gleaming.

"next time," he sing-songs, "we're making it on the lips."

kunigami chokes.

and then.

it happens. it's otoya's turn, and he decides he's not about to waste it.

otoya leans forward again, his grin absolutely wicked.

"sayuri."

your stomach sinks.

"truth or dare?"

you hesitate. you know whatever he has planned is going to be bad. but a dare from shidou sounds way worse than a truth.

"truth." you say reluctantly.

his grin widens. "if you had to date someone from blue lock, who would it be?"

your heart stops.

you knew he was going to pull something like this. he still wasn't going to let it go from last time, apparently.

immediately, the entire room goes silent.

every single pair of eyes locks onto you.

you hate this. you hate that they're all watching you, waiting for an answer, knowing that anything you say will be used against you.

your mind races. you could lie. you should lie. but you know they'll see right through it.

so, you try to make it casual.

"karasu," you say, forcing a small laugh. "i mean, we're close, he's a gentleman, and he's one of the few people here who isn't entirely insufferable."

the moment the words leave your mouth—

karasu freezes.

it's not obvious, at first. he's good at keeping his expression neutral, at making it seem like nothing phases him. but you're close enough to notice the way his fingers twitch against his knee, the way his jaw tenses ever so slightly.

his usual smirk? gone.

and for a fraction of a second, something flashes in his eyes—something sharp, something unreadable.

then, before you can process it—

he stands up.

"i'm getting water." he mutters, his voice quieter than usual, before abruptly turning and walking out of the room.

dead. silence.

for a long, long moment, nobody moves.

then—

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH—"

it's shidou who starts it, but everyone joins in.

"OH MY GOD."

"HE LEFT."

"HE FUCKING LEFT."

"HE SHORT-CIRCUITED."

"HE RAN AWAY FROM HIS FEELINGS."

"OH, THIS IS TOO GOOD."

bachira is cackling. otoya has his face buried in his hands, shaking with laughter. reo is pointing at the door like he's just seen an actual ghost. nagi—who has not cared about a single thing all night—actually sits up.

chigiri? he just leans into kunigami, laughing so hard he nearly falls over. kunigami, poor thing, looks like he has no idea how to handle any of this.

"you guys are OVERREACTING!!!" you snap, even though your face is burning.

"NO, WE'RE NOT," shidou howls. "HE GLITCHED. HE FULLY GLITCHED."

"you broke him," otoya wheezes. "holy shit."

"i did not," you argue, but your voice is weak. because, deep down, a tiny part of you is screaming the same thing.

karasu—who never takes anything seriously, who always teases and laughs things off—just left.

why?

why did he react like that?

"ohhh, this is huge," reo grins, shaking his head. "this is history."

"you guys are ridiculous," you mumble, crossing your arms.

"no," otoya smirks, "we're just right."

"i hate all of you," you mutter.

"no, you don't," chigiri smirks, finally recovering from his fit of laughter. "but you do love karasu~."

you choke. "I DO NOT—"

"ohhh my god," shidou throws himself onto the couch dramatically. "this is better than the club."

bachira grins, rocking on his heels. "you should probably go check on your boyfriend."

"HE'S NOT—"

before you can even attempt to get up, shidou grabs you by the wrist and yanks you back down.

"ohhhh, no you don't," he smirks. "you are staying right here."

"shidou," you warn, "let me go."

"nuh-uh," he shakes his head, grinning. "not happening, sweetheart."

"he literally just needed water..." you insist.

"nooo, he needed to go outside so he wouldn't explode in front of all of us," otoya corrects, smirking.

"he's so gone for you!" yukimaya singsongs.

you groan, dropping your head into your hands.

"you guys are—"

"—completely right?" reo finishes.

"—the worst." you grumble.

but the warmth in your face refuses to go away.

because no matter how much you deny it...

karasu left.

and you have no idea why.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

after that tiring game, you immediately set out to find karasu.

you search everywhere—the lunch room, the staff room, the pitch, even his own room. but he's nowhere. a lump forms in your throat as realization sets in.

you feel guilty.

you didn't mean it.

how were you supposed to tell him that?

your feet move faster, your chest tightening. you shouldn't feel this panicked, but you do. you have to find him.

then, finally—

you spot him by the water fountain. he's filling up his bottle, shoulders relaxed, gaze distant. you swallow the lump in your throat and step forward. "i'm sorry, karasu, i—"

"were you serious about what you said?" his voice is calm. but something about it makes your stomach twist. he looks ahead, something almost woeful in his eyes.

your breath catches as you freeze in place.

you don't know what to say. your lips part, then close. your face heats up.

it was a joke, right? why was he taking it so seriously?

karasu turns to you, the evening light catching his features perfectly - his thick eyebrows, beautiful pale skin, thick eyebrows, almost giving him an ethereal look. 

"don't play with my feelings like that, sayuri." karasu mutters, in such a way that is so intimate you feel the heat becoming more prominent. you don't know what to do.

his feelings?

did he have feelings for you too...?

you can't respond. you can't think straight. all you can think of is how beautiful he looks, his 'feelings', everything about him, his eyes, his nose, his skin, his lips- before you know it, you're suddenly leaning in towards him.

his breath hitches, just barely—so faint you might've imagined it. but he doesn't pull away.

your heart pounds. your fingers twitch at your sides. every muscle in your body feels locked in place.

then, finally—

your lips touch.

it's soft at first. tentative.

but then—karasu moves.

he cups the side of your face, thumb brushing against your cheek, and deepens the kiss.

his lips are warm. gentle. but there's something behind it—something more. like he's been holding this back for a long, long time.

your hands reach for him before you can stop yourself. one gripping the fabric of his shirt, the other curling against his shoulder. you feel the heat of his skin through the material.

he tilts his head slightly, pressing in just a little closer, and your knees nearly buckle.

you don't know how long it lasts.

it could've been seconds. it could've been hours.

but when he finally pulls back, your lips are tingling, your chest heaving, your mind spinning.

karasu stays close, forehead nearly brushing against yours.

his hand lingers against your face, thumb trailing lightly over your cheek.

he exhales, a breathless sort of chuckle, dark eyes searching yours.

"so you were serious." he murmurs.

you swallow hard. "i..."

he smirks, tilting his head. "speechless, huh?"

your face burns. "shut up."

he just laughs.

and this time—

when he leans in again, you let him.

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦

[bloodwrittenletters]

hi lovies, long time no seeeee, anyways, I'm not sick anymore!!! and currently working on a third part of the percy x mortal!reader fic which I desperately need to find a name for and while I cook that up i thought of showing y'all my drafts and you guys can pick which one will be getting published first (between today and tomorrow deepening on how this goes) there's a couple i don't have on tumblr (they were hand written) so I'll name them and you people let me know if you want it 💕💕 im also working on a request sooooo yeah! just thought this would be good to hold you guys over as I work my mastermind privately ^.^

1. kiss me harder — as you can seeeee, some percy loving a hades girl, this is kinda "but daddy I love him!" vibes???? like a tiny bit of that and some forbidden trope sort of thing it, ALSO it's very fluffy even with the slight nsfw (the making out part basically lolsies) like it's just percy jackson being himself (a lover boy 100% NAWT fake) 😋😋

2. fall in love — michael townsend the absolute lover of lovers and my babyyyyy, if you don't know who he is he's from The Naturals series and he's basically the best ever, this fic has a lot of humor (because he's funny as frick 😋😋😋) and it's very fluffy too (ps: where the michael lovers at?????)

3. puppy eyes — i don't know if y'all know but ive been recently getting into boys of tommen and i loveeeeeee joey, and gerard (aka gibsie) and johnny obvsss, im about 8 chapters deep with binding 13 butttttttt i just needed to do this, also because like Michael there's not a lot of content of this man in tumblr so i decided i would make it myself 😽😽 it's reader being captivated by Johnny's precious eyes and him being flustered about it (he loves his girl sooooo muchhhh)

4. heaven in your lips — my OLDEST fic. literally, it has been sitting in my drafts since I started on tumblr. it has percy and fem!reader being bestie with TONS of tension, percy smokes (which idk how I feel about bc i know in my soul he wouldn't do that but it's for the fic sooo..) and he blows cherry flavored smoke in reader's mouth 😛😛😛 very wes bennett of him ifykwim and if you guys do think this would be something you wanna read i had an idea of making a part two where percy and reader confess and all, also fyi this needs A LOT of fixing, like as you can tell it doesn't have my usual format because it IS ACCIENT

5. i heard you calling, i see you walking — jason todd x fem!reader headcanons, like the most adorable childhood friends to lovers and i might make this a blurb??? dunno yet

6. i wolf you — jason grace x fem!reader au where they are married and jason goes out to get groceries and comes back to their new Rome apartment with a baby wolf, and he says "he followed me here and then he got tired so he just looked at me and I picked him up and came here... he's basically my son!!!!!!!!! can we keep him?" and.... i haven't decided if reader caves in but it's a cute blurb

7. picking daisies — wes bennet x fem!reader woooooo!!! wes takes reader to a picnic date and starts making her crown flowers and just kisses her and kisses her and kisses her and then tells her something like "i love you more than the flowers love the soil" or something like that so cutesy and poetic in a silly way

y'all let me know which one you would rather have first!!!!

[jackfrombaskinrobbins]

baking contest w/ the avengers!!

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 1k

request: yes / no

original request: OMG CAN U PLS DO THE AVENGERS IF THEY HAD LIKE A COOKING OR BAKING CONTEST?

dynamic: avengers x teen!reader (teenage avenger series)

characters: reader, scott lang, nick fury, clint barton, harley keener, peter parker, miles morales, tony stark, pietro maximoff etc

a/n: HECK YEAH I CAN!!!! i loved this idea sm i was so excited to get this request :D i'm getting back into writing so sorry if it's a lil bad lol. also guys i'm gonna open requests again so feel free to submit!! i have a lot of muse for spiderverse stuff atm hehe so i may post again today!! tysm, hope u enjoy!!!

taglist: @shefollowedthestars @thecloudedmind @ayohitmanddaeng

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so there’s this thing that the avengers do

in order to do team bonding

they’ll assign partners in the beginning of the year

& each month, a new set of partners will choose something to do

and it’s always super fun

like that’s how u ended up at the trampoline park last month

& how scott ended up with a broken arm rip king

so this month had to be something a little less dangerous

kinda funny when u think about it like it’s literally the avengers they’re in dangerous situations all the time

and while you wanted to do something different, certain ~forces~ kept preventing that

like y’all were watching a movie a couple weeks ago

and fury came on the screen 

how he could hack into it idk hes nick fury dude he can do anything

but he just looked at the camera and said “no more dumbass trampoline parks”

HAH

so yeah it had to be something tame 

anyway so this month was you and scott!!!!

best duo ever!!!!!!

so you had to plan what to do

& scott refused to go skydiving bc that was your first choice

smh scott it would be so fun!!!!

his arm was still broken & he said that was why he wouldn’t go but like…. scott we know ur a scaredy-cat

anyway you were trying to decide when suddenly he was like

“y/n!!!! i totally forgot! the great british baking show just premiered and i promised clint we could watch it together!”

and that gave you an idea

scott LOVED it

but y’all needed a couple things before 

first of all, u needed baking supplies

when i say baking supplies i mean BAKING SUPPLIES

there’s like a thousand avengers at this point bruh :’)

scott almost got one of those instacart orders for it but u hated the thought of an instacart person getting ur crazy order

so it was store time :D 

let’s just say tony’s credit card was used very well that day 😛

then it was time to pick teams

not everyone had to participate

wanda said she wanted in

so pietro joined too which was slightly concerning

the man literally burnt a bowl of cereal once

and ur probably thinking “how—”

EXACTLY

only you and harley saw it and honestly it rendered u both speechless

tony joined too

but you and scott made sure he knew that there could be NO robots 

vision asked to be a judge

scott said “vis, we really appreciate that but… uh… don’t you like not eat?”

“ah! you are correct, scott. i do not consume food in the traditional way. however, given my vast knowledge & global database, i do believe that i would be a very good judge of presentation and overall ingredient chemistry.”

“alright, you do that buddy!”

also off topic but why do i just know that tony would give vision the nickname “chat gpt”

 sorry i had to get that out ANYWAYY

you got a few more people to participate 

sam and bucky wanted to be a team, and harley peter & miles wanted to be a team too

yknow what that was fine by you

so the day came.

you had turned one of the empty conference rooms into a crazy kitchen setup

thx party city for the confetti & balloons!!! ;)

in came your loyal hosts, scott & clint

(clint begged you and scott to let him host, he kept using a british accent until you said yes & just trust me it was good that he finally stopped)

you, natasha, and vision were the taste & presentation judges

you surveyed scott’s & your work, pretty proud of how it turned out

“ALRIGHTY THEN, READY, SET, OFF THE BLIMEY!!”

vision shot you a quizzical look, but you just shook your head.

scott & clint rly were a…. hosting duo

yep, the most… hosting duo of all time

the hostiest hosters to ever host

omg the funniest thing was that they kept eating the cookie dough from harley peter & miles’ station

they literally had to push them away

peter & miles webbed their hands shut HAHA

everyone else seemed to be doing pretty well though

aside from their usual arguing, bucky & sam seemed to actually be making something good

wanda was perfect as per usual

and pietro was zipping around the kitchen, causing tony’s flour to rise up in his face

steve came over, blowing a whistle and pointed at pietro

you and scott had enlisted him to be the referee

yes, cooking shows don’t normally have referees, but think abt the ppl we’re dealing with here 😀

anyways finally time was up!!!

but you and scott still had a trick up your sleeves.

“and now presenting our special guest judge… GIVE IT UP FOR NICK FURY!!”

yes that’s right, he had said yes to this

after you promised to finish a mission report for him

and bought him some new eyepatches

which was why he was wearing a navy blue one complete with rhinestones

pietro was up first, and he placed four slices of chocolate cake in front of all the judges.

“i gotta say p, this actually looks really good!” you spoke, and he beamed.

natasha didn’t look so sure

“as y/n says, it does look alright on the outside. however, it does seem like there’s some sort of… strange ingredient in the chemical makeup… i am going to analyze for a moment.” said vision

“aw, let’s just eat the damn thing already!” fury spoke, and so you all did.

“mm, it’s good!!” you said, and natasha nodded in agreement.

but did not have the same reaction. 

he had stopped chewing, and his eye had narrowed. he was giving pietro a death stare.

“uhm… fury? what is … jolly wrong with you?” scott asked, his british accent wavering.

“yeah… guv’nr?” said clint.

“who the hell puts hot sauce in a damn chocolate cake. you better start runnin’ maximoff, because i’m comin’ for you!!” fury spoke, getting progressively louder.

“that one was supposed to be for y/n- i mean vision! yeah! oops. um…” pietro spoke, before disappearing from the room in a quick streak.

after that, fury left. 

and that's why now cooking/baking competitions are banned on the premises of SHIELD!!

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[flashymoa]

REQUEST!

What if you wrote a sickfic about the picture of Kai sleeping on the floor that Soobin posted for his birthday, like Kai had been sick all day and Soobin found him on the floor in one of their rooms sleeping bc he was sick and didn’t want to be alone. Like a emeto fic, and they take care of him 😛

Sorry it took so long. It might be better than my other ones because my friend helped me with this one. I wanted to add humor but was struck, she helped me with that. And she suggested some sentence structures as well❤️

•°Upset Maknae°•

Huening Kai felt off from the moment practice began. It wasn’t something he could pinpoint exactly—just a vague unease that made his movements feel heavier than usual. Sweat rolled down his temples as he missed a step again, catching the faint glances of his members. Were they annoyed? Worried? He couldn’t tell, but he assumed annoyance was the more likely option. Why wouldn’t they be? After all, they’d been rehearsing for hours, perfecting every beat and angle, and here he was, struggling to keep up.

Kai gritted his teeth and pushed through. Yet, as the choreography grew more demanding, his stomach twisted uncomfortably with every sharp turn. He felt drained, his head starting to spin. The growing pain in his abdomen made it harder to focus. He just wanted to go home.

After arguing with himself for the hundredth time, he turned to the leader during a short break. “Hyung,” he muttered softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Can you ask the manager if I can leave early today?”

Soobin frowned, immediately sensing something wasn’t right. “What’s wrong?"

“I’m just… too tired.” Kai avoided meeting his eyes.

Before Soobin could respond, Beomgyu sauntered over, overhearing the conversation. “Tired?!” he said, narrowing his eyes. “Do you think we’re not tired too? We’ve all been dancing for hours. Come on, Kai, you can’t just leave because you’re tired. Pull yourself together.”

Kai flinched at the sharpness in Beomgyu’s voice. Before he could reply, Yeonjun stepped in, his tone gentler but firm. “I get that you’re tired, Kai, but Beomgyu’s right. We don’t have time to slack off. Just two more hours, and we’ll be done. You can rest then, okay?” He placed a reassuring hand on Kai’s back, as if to calm him.

Kai glanced at Taehyun, who stayed silent, simply observing the exchange with his usual sharp eyes. Turning back to Soobin, Kai silently pleaded for understanding.

Soobin hesitated for a moment, then placed a hand on Kai’s forehead. “You don’t have a fever,” he said, his voice sympathetic but firm. “And I don’t think the manager will let you off just because you’re tired.”

Reluctantly, Kai nodded and trudged back to practice, his stomach still in knots.

By the time practice ended, Kai was utterly spent. On the ride home, he leaned his head against the cool window, pretending to sleep to avoid conversation. His stomach churned uncomfortably, but he convinced himself it was nothing serious—just exhaustion.

The members, unaware of his state, chattered like usual around him. Beomgyu was the loudest, talking about a new gadget he wanted to buy. “I swear it’s life-changing,” he insisted, his hands moving dramatically. Yeonjun rolled his eyes. “You said the same thing about that waffle maker, and it broke in two weeks.”

Beomgyu gasped in mock offense. “That’s because Soobin-hyung tried to make kimchi pancakes in it!”

“I was experimenting!” Soobin shot back. "And it didn't turn out that bad though?"

Beomgyu made a face, a little bit overreacting, "Not that bad? It was terrible!" And Soobin playfully slapped his arm.

Taehyun chimed in taking Soobin's side cz beomgyu really annoyed the shit out of him earlier, "99% possibility is the waffle maker broke because it couldn’t handle Beomgyu-hyung's 'life-changing’ cooking skills.”

"Yah!"

Kai couldn’t help but smile faintly at their banter, even as he fought the wave of nausea creeping up. His breath hitching as the car bumped on speed breakers.

When they reached the dorms, Kai headed straight to his room, skipping dinner. He barely managed to lie down on the floor before sleep overtook him.

---

It was dinner time. Taehyun was setting up the plates, Yeonjun helping him serve food for the members. Soobin was the first one who noticed Kai's absence. “Where’s Kai?” he asked, glancing around the table.

“He went to his room,” Taehyun replied. “Should I check on him?”

Soobin shook his head. “I’ll go.”

He knocked on Kai’s door, but there was no response. “Kai?” he called out, knocking again. When silence greeted him, he slowly opened the door.

The sight of Kai asleep on the floor made him chuckle softly. “Aigoo, our maknae is too cute,” he murmured. But as he stepped closer, his smile faded. Kai’s brows were furrowed, his face pale and damp with sweat.

“Kai-ah,” Soobin said softly, crouching down and patting his shoulder. “Wake up. Taehyun made us dinner.”

Kai whimpered in his sleep, his hand latching onto Soobin’s arm like a lifeline. Soobin’s heart melted at the sight, and he gently stroked Kai’s hair. “Come on, Kai-ah, wake up,” he urged gently.

When Kai finally stirred, his eyes fluttered open, glassy and filled with unshed tears. “Hyung…” he whined weakly.

“Is something wrong, Kai-ah?”

Kai hesitated before whispering, “Stomach hurts.”

Soobin’s heart tightened at the confession. “Is it like a cramping pain or nausea?” he asked softly, brushing stray strands of hair away from Kai’s forehead.

“Both,” Kai admitted, his eyes closing again as he shifted to rest his head on Soobin’s lap. Soobin continued stroking his hair. “Should I get you some water? Maybe it’ll help.”

Kai shook his head faintly. “No… Just wanna lay down.”

“Okay,” Soobin murmured, his voice filled with quiet reassurance. “I’ll stay right here, okay? Just rest.”

Soobin’s fingers moved gently through Kai’s hair, offering the younger boy whatever comfort he could. The rhythmic stroking seemed to help, as Kai’s tense body relaxed ever so slightly. Soobin hoped the soothing motion could ease Kai’s pain or at least distract him. And it was working.

But not long after, Kai’s stomach flipped, a new wave of nausea crashing over him with unbearable force. His eyebrows furrowed deeply as he clutched his stomach, a pained whimper escaping his lips. He felt terrible. He thought staying still and taking deep breaths will help him calm down. But as time passed, the painful, nauseated feeling only worsened.

Suddenly, his entire body tensed, and he jolted upright. “Hyung—” he managed to gasp before darting out of the room, hitting the doorframe on one side in the process.

“Kai!” Soobin called, immediately chasing after him. The other members, still seated at the dining table, exchanged confused glances as they watched the two disappear. Beomgyu tilted his head in confusion, about to make a comment, but stopped when a faint, unmistakable sound met their ears—retching.

Their eyes widened in realization. “He was feeling sick all day,” Taehyun whispered, guilt flickering in his calm expression.

Yeonjun rubbed his face, groaning. “That’s why he wanted to go home earlier. Argh I shouldn't have scolded him.”

In the bathroom, Kai hovered over the toilet, clutching the edge of the porcelain bowl as his body convulsed. The first wave brought up a large stream of half-digested lunch, knocking the air out of him as he coughed violently. The coughs turned into a gag as he gripped the rim of the bowl tightly yet again.

Soobin winced in sympathy, "Let it out, Kai. It's okay, you'll be fine." His hand firmly rubbing the maknae’s back. The other hand rested on Kai’s shoulder, steadying him as the younger boy trembled.

Sweat coated his pale face, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. He gagged again, his stomach lurching violently as he retched into the toilet. The sheer force of it made his entire body shake, and Soobin felt the weight of Kai leaning more heavily onto him.

“Hyung,” Kai whimpered weakly between breaths, his voice barely audible. "It hurts," he sniffled.

“It'll be over soon, Kai-ah. Hold on just a little more. I'm here,” Soobin reassured, his voice steady despite the worry etched across his face. He pressed a bit harder against Kai’s back, offering support as another wave hit.

Kai trembled under the strain, his body visibly weakening as the retching continued. At one point, he began to slump forward, his arms losing their strength. Soobin acted quickly, gently pulling him back by the shoulders and keeping him upright. “Easy,” Soobin whispered, his voice calm but deeply worried. “Lean on me if you need to.”

Kai just nodded faintly but regretted at the next moment as it left a dizzy spell, so couldn't but lean on Soobin with full weight. The dizziness brought another wave of nausea as he gagged again, his stomach spasming painfully as another torrent of vomit spilled into the toilet.

Before he could inhale properly, another gag hit him, his stomach lurching painfully as he heaved into the toilet. The sound was raw, and the force of it made his body jerk forward uncontrollably. Tears welled up in his eyes, spilling down his flushed cheeks as his breaths turned into quiet, shuddering sobs.

Soobin’s heart broke at the sight. “Oh, Kai-ah…” he whispered, his voice trembling slightly. “Hyung is here. I know this feels awful, but you’re doing so well.” Without hesitation, he shifted closer, one arm wrapping around Kai’s shoulders to steady him as the younger boy leaned against him, trembling.

"Do you think you're done?" Soobin asked when Kai was just leaning against him, breathing shallow and no longer gagging. Kai's voice trembled as he answered, "I- I don't know. I feel so awful." Tears spilled from his eyes as he spoke. He was not only feeling sick but guilty because Soobin had to take care of him. "I'm sorry hyung," he cried out.

"Shh, it's okay. No need to apologise. It's not your fault." Soobin whispered as he brushed Kai's sweaty bangs, grabbed tissue papers and wetting it to wipe the younger's face.

At that moment, a shadow appeared in the doorway. Soobin looked up to see Yeonjun standing there, worry etched across his face.

“Is he okay?” Yeonjun asked, his voice quiet but filled with regret.

Soobin met his eyes, understanding the unspoken guilt behind the question. Yeonjun didn’t need to say it—Soobin knew he was kicking himself for being harsh on Kai earlier.

“He’ll be fine,” Soobin replied softly. “Can you grab some water for him?”

Yeonjun nodded immediately and hurried off, leaving Soobin to focus on Kai, who was still slumped over the toilet, exhausted and trembling.

“You did well, Kai,” Soobin whispered, continuing to rub his back. “It’s over now. Just breathe.”

Kai let out a shaky exhale, leaning further into Soobin for support as he closed his eyes, too drained to even respond.

Yeonjun was back with the water. He crouched down beside the duo, "Drink a little bit of water. You'll feel better." Kai's lips trembled as he looked at Yeonjun with teary eyes, "N-no, I'll just throw it back up." Yeonjun's heart sank as he realised how sick Kai was feeling that he was scared to even drink water.

"It's okay. Whenever you're ready." Soobin reassured.

In the end, Soobin had to carry him to bed. Although Kai didn't want to trouble Soobin more, he just let the elder take care of him.

[pupkashi]

HIIII~~ CONGRATULATIONS BABES ❤️❤️

Ok so was going through your prompts and something came in my mind from your flower prompt

blue salvia (i think of you) — “here. this made me think of you.”

A drabble for Gojo Satoru from jjk about this flower would be perfect

Like he comes back home after a long mission and the reader gives him or shows him this flower that she bought because it reminded her of him and like a while lot of fluff.

Also irl too, everything blue reminds me of him... I'll be walking down the men's shirt aisle and would see a plain blue shirt and I'll go like " i should buy this for toru, he'll look pretty in these!" 😆

Btw just know this ain't my last request 😛

hi friend !! send in as many requests as you’d like !!! i too think of satoru every time i see the color blue :’ ) I just know he gets so giggly when he finds out that a whole color reminds you of him … then he goes out of his way to try and put blue everywhere so that “you’ll never forget him”

join the sleepover (turned day party)!

it had been two weeks that satoru was gone overseas on some mission, but it felt like much longer to you. you frowned at the emptiness of your home, missing how he played his videos too loudly and how he came up behind you while cooking to sneak a taste in.

you yawned as you walked to the kitchen, opening the curtains and getting ready for the day. as you opened the fridge to get some eggs out, you realized there were none left. you hummed, opting for some quick oatmeal before you changed to go to the grocery store.

it didn’t take long for you to get everything you needed for the house, the only reason grocery trips ever took long was because satoru stopped in every aisle when he found something he wanted to try.

as you walked to the cash register you saw the small flower area they had, your eyes catching the blue flower arrangement they had. you couldn’t help but get closer, staring at them with a small smile.

‘like satoru’s eyes huh’

the thought was enough for you to purchase the bouquet alongside your groceries, placing them gently on the table when you got home. before long they were displayed in a vase in the living room, making the space seem just a little less empty.

it’s only hours later when satoru comes through the door, a smile on his face as he says the words that had been itching at his throat from the moment he left.

“honey, I’m home!” he’s smiling as the words leave his lips, over the moon to finally be home, with you. he’s about to call out again when he sees your figure asleep on the couch.

“sweetheart? wake up! the love of your life is back” he teases, causing your eyes to open slowly before your brain finally processes what’s happening.

“toru!” you grin, throwing your arms around him and pulling him down onto the couch with you. “missed you so much” you mumble into his neck, peppering his face with kisses, which he gladly accepts.

“as much as i missed you, i smell terrible” he pouts, untangling himself from you and getting up, “how about we make some dinner and then cuddle? I’m starving” he’s smiling at the way you roll your eyes at his words, already knowing what you’re gonna reply with.

“‘we’? since when does satoru gojo cook dinner, something edible at least” you tease and satoru flashes you a dazzling smile, only giggling before running off to the restroom. you don’t mind though, especially after such a long mission.

it wasn’t long before the two of you were full and cuddling on the couch, a movie the two of you had been wanting to watch on the tv.

“when did you get those flowers?” he asks, trying his best to not act suspicious, jealousy crawling in his veins, afraid someone had given them to you.

“today at the grocery store actually” you chuckle, looking at the bouquet before looking at satorus eyes, smiling widely as you realized how nicely the blues of the flowers matched your lovers eyes.

“oh? you never buy flowers” he quips, you shrug, mumbling something he can’t decipher. “what was that sweets? could hear you,” he can feel you wiggling in his arms, a sign of you growing flustered.

“they made me think of you” you reply, a little louder this time and now it’s satoru’s turn to grow flustered.

his cheeks are dusted pink and his ears are burning hot. there’s nothing in the world that could wipe the smile on his face. he doesn’t say anything as he holds you tighter, pressing kisses to your cheeks, nose, forehead, anywhere he can. you’re laughing at his antics, shoving him off when he’s trying to kiss your neck, making you laugh even harder.

“you missed me so much didn’t you sweetheart” he teased and you roll your eyes, shrugging your shoulders. “bet you even missed how loud i play my videos” you’re quick to look at him, slapping his chest.

“what are you stalking me?” you tease and he chuckles, shaking his head.

“no, no, i just know you that well” he mumbles, not wasting time in connecting his lips with yours, the two of you smiling into the kiss as you fall backwards and settle into the cushions of the couch. the movie is long forgotten as you talk about your last couple days, satoru telling you all about his mission and how terribly boring it was for him.

you’re hooked on his every word, your eyes settling on his, and you can’t help but smile at the comforting blue irises you’ve grown so fond of.

[beadelmare]

hi. hello. its me.

sorry i was listening to adele while thinking of that, but hi!!!

6y slowburn warrior here with another bit of the reality i’ve been cooking 🔥

so, moonchaser was the remus x james ship name and i have a story for you

so i searched it up, and i said “aww!” cus i saw cute fan art right? i scroll down, and it’s about.. sexting? mood swing is actually crazy.. i verbally did “aw! ..oh..😨”

also, obi-wan is x himself because in clone wars he gets satine and she is huzz! and she is dead! 💜

mama theres a OBI WAN KENOBI behind you! 💜

i realized that my brothers name in my dr is grant, and so is a character from atyd and they dated remus.. i just imagined like

in the hallway

“grant, wait up!”

remus turns around with a horrified look on his face (“hes right behind me isnt he? 😨”)

and he wakes up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night: “somethings not right.”

so, for today’s little fun bit, ill say a song that is based off of the people in my drs relationship with me🥰

sirius:

paradise is very fragile — lana del rey

this love — taylor swift

dirty love — mt. joy

bad idea! — girl in red

gods & monsters — lana del rey

james:

thats so true — gracie abrams (when he and lily are dating..😔 like cmon “what’d she do to get you off? taking down her hair like “Oh My God!” taking off ur shirt i did that once.. or twice😬.. uhhhgh” im taking his shirt off first im sorry lily but i want your man AHSHDJAKDJSJJA )

in between — gracie abrams

fucking boyfriend — the bird and the bee

other woman — lana del rey

video games — lana del rey

lover, you shouldve come over — jeff buckley

remus:

no.1 party anthem — arctic monkeys

heroes — david bowie

touch tank — quinnie

there is a light that never goes out take 1 — the smiths

boys dont cry — the cure

bartender — lana del rey

moonage day dream — david bowie

like real people do — hozier

peter:

opera house — cigarettes after sex

sweet creature - harry styles

let the light in — lana del rey

forever winter — taylor swift

sailor song — gigi perez

lily:

lacy — olivia rodrigo

girl ive always been — olivia rodrigo

obsessed — olivia rodrigo

regulus:

champagne coast live — blood orange

work song — hozier

lucerne - richy mitch and the coal miners

cowboy like me — taylor swift

A&W — lana del rey

barty:

nothings gonna hurt you baby - cigarettes after sex

crush — ethel cain

my boy only breaks his favorite toys — taylor swift

f2f - sza

skin and bones — david kushner

only angel — harry styles

NFWMB — hozier

evan:

kiss it off me — cigarettes after sex

sextape — deftones

darling, i — tyler, the creator

piledriver waltz — arctic monkeys

the bolter — taylor swift

pandora:

babooshka — kate bush

rhiannon - fleetwood mac

love grows (where my rosemary goes) — edison lighthouse

dorcas:

vigilante shit — taylor swift

guilty pleasure — chappell roan

no body, no crime — taylor swift

+ alongside casual by chappell roan and bad idea right by olivia rodrigo for all of the huzz 😋😛

this took me longer than expected, but it was fun !! if you cant tell im a fein for lana del rey and taylor swift.. 😇

GIRL MB I DIDNT SEE THIS😭😭 im ngl i have no idea about that star wars bit but it's like one am so nothing makes sense anyways... ALSO GRANT CHAPMAN MENTIONED RAHGHGHHHGHG I LOVE HIM SM i'm actually gonna commit to this and listen to all these songs today cause i'm fully invested in this dr now lmaooo AND LANA AND TAYLOR ARE SO🤩

[jclolz22]

i don’t think i’ve ever spoken on your page (what a crime) but i’m loving this new release… gave it a bit to let some of them simmer and cook in the waitlist and i didn’t even realize there was a SCHMIDT BOT😛😛😛😛😛😛

like omg i love you for that??? i’ve loved new girl for years and i’ve somehow never thought to look for new girl bots and your schmidt one awoken something in me

like this was me when i finally scrolled to the last little section of your release post and saw the schmidt bot

anyway ur just so talented and i love you so much and just mwah mwah mwah🥰

you + maya and other bot creators i follow that released yesterday, day before or today are single-handedly keeping me going

LOL IT’S OKAY!!

girl ily like this is so sweet thank you😭😭

kisses and kisses and kisses

AND YES SCHMIDT BOT‼️‼️‼️ it’s unfortunately not showing up on my profile so only through the link can it be accessed 💔 i hope u love it because i love it. new girl is one of my all time favorite shows EVER!!!

I didn’t mean for the post to be so long but that’s what happens when I split it up by 5 fandoms

[0-r-a-y-0]

Morning Cuddles- Romantic #4

In which: Nick and Jasper cuddle in the morning

I’ve decided to keep Jasper as Nick’s boyfriend instead of making each oneshot a different guy 😛😛

Nick was always a morning person. He was always awake bright and early and the first out of his brothers to wake up for the day. But ever since he started dating this guy, Jasper, he learned that an extra five minutes of sleep wouldn’t do too much harm. (He, in fact, never sleeps for an extra five minutes). This was probably better for him, he always went to bed very late and only ever averaged in four to five hours of sleep.

It was early morning, the sound of rain still being heard from outside the quiet house. Nick laid on Jasper’s chest, most of his face being covered with the thick blanket. While Jasper hid his face in Nick’s messy blonde hair. Soft snores were traded between them as the rain only came down heavier.

A few minutes later, Nick stirs, his eyes fluttering open as he sits up. He rubs his eyes, taking a few moments to wake up a bit before getting out of bed.

“Where are you going?” Jasper asked, his voice hushed and groggily.

“I’m going to use the bathroom and make breakfast.” Nick yawned.

“Noooo! Come back to bed.” He whined, reaching his arm out to grab Nick’s but he was too far. “It’s so lonely without you here. And you know the rule, no getting out of bed if it’s raining. We’re relaxing today.”

Nick sighed, a gentle smile on his face as he walks back to bed. “Okay, but only for five minutes.”

“That’s a lie. You’ll never wake up again.” Jasper hummed.

“Yeah, I wish.” Nick replied, laying his head back on Jasper’s chest. He lets himself drift off again, his eyes fluttering open when he feels something in his hair.

“What are you doing?” He asked suspiciously.

“Playing with you hair.” Jasper simply replied. “Do you not like it?”

“It’s not that, I like it a lot…” Nick trailed off. “Just never had anyone really touch my hair.”

“It’s soft.” He commented, twirling a piece of his blonde hair around his finger gently.

“Mhm.” The other sleepily nodded. “Go back to sleep, you wanted me back in bed so badly.”

“Alright, alright.” Jasper complied, letting himself relax under Nick.

They fall back asleep, the blanket covering their cold bodies as the sound of rain filled the room again. It was peaceful, nobody bothered or disturbed them.

After what felt like moments (it was an hour), Nick’s door swung open. “NICKKK!” Chris yelled, startling the two boys out of their slumber.

“What?” He drowsily asked, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

“Oh, sorry Jasper.” He stated, processing what was happening beforehand. “Anyways, what do you want for breakfast?”

“I don’t care, I’ll make myself something when I wake up.” Nick said. “When do you ever cook anyways?”

“I’m not. Matt is.” Chris claimed.

“What?” The blonde questioned.

“Yeah. You know you’ve been sleeping for years if Matt is up before you.” He commented, leaving the bedroom.

“What the fuck?” Jasper asked, throwing himself back into the pillow.

“I don’t know, just Chris being Chris I guess.” Nick shrugged, covering himself up with the blanket again. “Why am I always so tired when I’m around you? Feels like I can sleep for an eternity.”

“Well, it is scientifically proven that when you’re around someone you love, your body releases melatonin and oxytocin which makes you more drowsy.” Jasper confirmed.

Nick stares at him, not understanding a word that came out of his mouth. He stays silent for a second, trying to come up with a response.

“Nah, I think you’re just so boring you make me fall asleep.” He joked, laying his head back on his chest.

“You know you love me.” The other said.

“Do I?” Nick sarcastically asked.

“Yeah, you do.” Jasper replied.

“I think you’re right.” The blonde stated.

“Aren’t I always?” He asked.

“No. I’m always right and that’s just a fact.” Nick argued.

“Okay, now that is true.” Jasper admitted, planting a gentle kiss on Nick’s cheek before enjoying the morning silence once again.

[quahogchowda-blog]

This was an experiment... "I didn't measure a single thing..." sourdough bread... 🤣 Even though I can't attach all of the images from the 4 days I wanted to save these posts from Facebook... because it was definitely a learning experience... And was very popular with my readers. Everyone seemed to enjoy it allot.

DAY 1...

So today when I got home from work... I realized I better feed my starters because it's been awhile and one of them had a really thick layer of hooch on top... After feeding the two of them (The only reason I have these two +1 more is because they're actually two different kinds)... Anyway... I had so much extra... but have ABSOLUTELY noooooo desire to actually bake anything with it today... Too tired from work... and I didn't want to throw it away... So what I did was... Literally started another experiment that I can bake in a couple days... I'm calling it my "I didn't measure a single thing loaf" 🤣🤣🤣 I didn't measure the starter... I didn't measure the water... and I have no clue how much flour I added I just kept adding flour till I thought it was good... I'll add a little more water and some salt in about an hour... But then throw it in the fridge... There's an enormous amount of starter in here so we shall see... Maybe it'll create a monster. And I'm quite certain this is the ONLY group I can post this in without getting completely razzed. I'll check back in a couple days with the results. 😛

DAY 1... Post 2...

Okay.... since I'm one of the most impatient persons in the world I know that I would be going crazy waiting for results... And since I wasn't quite ready for bed yet... I decided to do my stretch and folds tonight... which actually it turns out needed to be coil folds due to the hydration level. This has got to be the most hydrated dough I've ever made... But as you all know... we're never going to know exactly what the hydration level is... 😜😝🤪 I'm posting these current results... I'm actually quite pleased so far.... But now it's waaaay past my bedtime at 6:30 p.m. 🤣 So the rest is going to have to wait until tomorrow. I'm hoping it can go about 2 days before I have to cook it. Because I know I'm going to be just as tired tomorrow when I get home from work. But we shall see how it looks tomorrow. #IDidntMeasureAnythingLoaf

Day 2...

UPDATE on the "I didn't measure a single thing" loaf dough... 🤣 Day 2... The plan is to leave it in the fridge until tomorrow when I get home from work at about 3 P.M. Then I'm going to take it out... let it warm up a little bit... form it and put it in the banneton... Leave overnight on the table to rise and then bake it first thing Friday morning. I think it's looking pretty good though... 😍 It definitely did a little something something in the fridge overnight and all day. 😊👍

DAY 3.... Post 1...

UPDATE... Day 3... On the "I didn't measure a single thing" loaf... 😂 Getting closer to "D" day... I'm not quite sure I'm going to be able to wait till the morning to bake it though. I hope so cuz I really don't want to stay up late or get up in the middle of the night. Not feeling the greatest today... But I don't think it's gonna make it much longer without running out of steam...

So today... When I got home from work I took it out of the refrigerator where it's been since day one... Left it on the counter for an hour and a half and I could already see... even though it was so cold from being in the fridge... it was rising some more... Gently plopped it out on the counter... sprinkled a tiny bit of flour just to make it easier to form... I'm not one of those bakers who likes to manhandle my dough so I try not to push too much of the gasses out... GENTLY formed it up... I folded two sides... One at a time to the middle... Well a little more than the middle... Then I folded the other two sides to the middle... And twisted it around a little bit to get the tension going. Talk about bubbles... there was a lot of fat bubbles poking out the sides... 😍 Maybe too many bubbles... Not sure... I popped them... 🤣🤪🤣Maybe in this case I should have been a little more aggressive with the forming... But I really didn't want to change anything more that I normally do except for the I didn't measure anything part. Now it's just waiting in the cool dark oven... out of the way... to rise enough to be baked... I was hoping to wait till the morning but I really don't want to put it back in the refrigerator.

I can honestly say this is been pretty kool so far. 😊🧊🥶❄️😃

DAY 3... Post 2...

It's finally baked...

Woohoo... UPDATE... 🍿🍿🍿 On the "I didn't measure a single thing loaf..." Lucky day for y'all waiting in the wings... Bread is finished baking... 😍 I definitely could not have waited till the morning... It would have most definitely been over proofed...

Almost final reveal... 😍 I'm going to have to call this a success though. Even though we won't see crumb shots till tomorrow... That will be the FINAL FINAL look at the actual success... This loaf was baked starting in a COLD cast iron Dutch Oven with the lid on... starting with a COLD oven and a temperature set at 455° for the first 55 minutes... Then I take the lid off and bake for another 10 minutes still at 455°. Final temperature of the bread 208.6°...

What do you all think of that???

I'm actually really very excited that this came out soooo well.

Once I plopped it into the Dutch oven and scored the top I started having doubts because it looked like the top was sinking in a little bit in spots and it was possibly overproofed... But looking at this now... even if the texture inside isn't all 100% sourdough perfection perfect with numerous holes and all that... I don't care. 🤣 Because it looks and smells amazing.

I would say this is absolute 100% proof that making sourdough bread... Does not at all have to be so scientific and exact... One should not stress out... One should have fun and break as many rules as possible... I do. 🤣🤣🤣

Day 4... FINAL CRUMB shots...

Crumb shot... "I didn't measure a single thing" loaf... I didn't measure the starter, I didn't measure the flour, I didn't measure the water, and I didn't even really measure the amount of salt I guesstimated by pouring it in my hand... And I literally fed the starter immediately before making the dough... That was after 2 weeks in the fridge without feeding... I let the loaf sit out overnight before cutting... I'm not 100% positive... but pretty sure this is the best crumb I've achieved so far... In all my years of making sourdough. I'm definitely quite pleased with this experiment and how it came out... Thank you all for the support it was fun. 😊😍👍

Also again...

Here's the links to the original few posts for those that want the whole story... 😍👍

Day 1 Post 1... https://m.facebook.com/groups/sourdoughrebelbaking/permalink/644412197756594/?mibextid=Nif5oz

Day 1 Post 2... https://www.facebook.com/groups/sourdoughrebelbaking/permalink/644463387751475/?mibextid=Nif5oz

Day 2...

https://www.facebook.com/groups/sourdoughrebelbaking/permalink/644966004367880/?mibextid=Nif5oz

Day 3... Post 1...

https://www.facebook.com/groups/sourdoughrebelbaking/permalink/645507320980415/?mibextid=Nif5oz

Day 3... post 2...

https://m.facebook.com/groups/sourdoughrebelbaking/permalink/645569687640845/?mibextid=Nif5oz

Day 4... Crumb shots here... 😍 https://m.facebook.com/groups/sourdoughrebelbaking/permalink/645819577615856/?mibextid=Nif5oz

NOTE: The first image is after 3.5 hours final rise after shaping... Sitting on the countertop... The second and third images is after the first 55 minutes of baking with the lid on... The remaining pictures are after it was completely finished baking...

Note for Tumblr... The images in this post are not exactly as they were in the Facebook posts... Since I'm only able to put 10 images here.

[greatspacedustbin]

Random askbox time: how are you, how was your day? What's the best thing that happened today and what was your best accomplishment today?

Wooohh! 😁 (someone's up late though.. 😛)

I'm very much enjoying not doing too much this weekend! Went to the market to get some cheese and fruit, watched quite a bit of tv (Sex Education, some cooking shows, and Strictly Come Dancing), did some reading and tried to get some chores done around the house.

No real highlights, but getting good cheese always makes me happy 😛, and I tried out the new mini blender I got, so I can finally make smoothies and sauce/dressing without the hassle of my old kitchen machine. It's the small things in life you know ;)

Best accomplishment... Finished another module in one of the online courses I'm following (I'm slowly trying to find another job, but that apparently takes some time and effort). So far I've been managing to do something for that nearly every day, so I'm quite proud of that

[floraltypes]

Hiiiii! 15 from the second list pretty please? “Washing the other’s hair” with Gibbs 😛

who - leroy jethro gibbs x reader

an - freaking out a bit cause it’s my first ask, thank you so very much <33 i love writing and would love to write more of these!

Everyone near you were all moving, busy with their own assignments. You all felt fortunate you didn’t have a case, but that didn’t mean no work. Rushing around to finish reports, someone dropped off a few packages at everyone’s desk.

Giddy as ever, you moved to pick up your own, shaking the box a bit.

“I haven’t had a package in years,” You silently mumbled to yourself, grabbing a pair of scissors and cutting it open. Gibbs looked at you from across the little area, sat at his own desk opening up his letters.

“Finally got the tickets to a new game,” Tony voiced, waving them in the air. “Don’t be so jealous, probie.”

“I’m not,” Tim responded, lifting up his own letter. “Got my letter for the confirmation of the gaming convention.”

“You both need to get your personal items sent to your homes.” Gibbs muttered, looking at his bills and writings from other higher ups.

“I shouldn���t have any letters,” Ziva recognized a anonymously signed letter on her desk, no stamp, must’ve been a personal one. She slowly opened it, watching a powder drift into the air.

“Not again,” Tony rolled his eyes, then watching Gibbs stand up and announce that a particle has entered the air and this area must now be checked.

You, McGee, Gibbs, Ziva, and Tony all ventured down to the showers, grabbing the showering products and towels, getting into the showers.

All of your showers were near each other’s, yours luckily being near Gibbs himself.

“Thanks a lot, Ziva, this is bringing back bad memories,” Tony spoke aloud as you removed some of your clothing, letting your hair down and soak in the water.

“How was I supposed to know? I wouldn’t have been surprised if you were the one to do it.”

“Why? To see me naked? Are you admitting to having wet dreams about me?!” Tony stuck his head out of his own shower area, as Ziva did the same, McGee in the middle of them, following in pursuit.

Gibbs took the opportunity of the three distracted, to make a quick slide over into your own stall, surprising you as you let a little gasp.

“Jethro?” You whispered, yours eyes wide as the two continued arguing.

“I really wanted today to be a easy day,” He rolled his eyes, picking up your shampoo and squirting some into his hand. “That way we could get home early.”

“Wanting to work on your boat, huh? That sounds fine to me, then we could get takeout,” The two of you kept your voices down, wide smiles taking over the both of your features.

“Don’t you want to make me something special, not order out?” He moved his hands to the top of your head, soon moisturizing the soap in.

“You know the type of cook I am,” You laughed a little, as he continued to put the product in your hair, making a weird shape out of it as you lightly hit his chest.

“What are you laughing about, L/n?” DiNozzo questioned, his head still peaking out. “Are you making fun of me?”

“Zip it, DiNozzo,” Gibbs answered for you, the man quickly moving to put his own product in his hair. “You’re welcome,” He kissed your forehead, helping you wash it out.

You grabbed some of your own product, lathering it in his own hair and rubbing it in as his hands landed on your waist. Being together for about a year, you’ve had many intimate moments that this one just seemed a bit more domestic.

“You need to slip back before one of them slips out,” You warned your boyfriend, watching him rinse his own hair out as you started to wash your body. His eyes followed your hands as they covered your body with soap. “Stop looking,” You joked, turning away.

“Nothing new,” He silently scoffed, placing a small hand on your back, leaning over your shoulder to kiss your cheek and sliding back into his original stall.

Once everyone finished up their showers they were able to get dress and tested. All of you guys were thrilled to hear it wasn’t anything life threatening and ended up being some weird faded out white glitter thing, precautions are important to take though.

“At least we didn’t have to do more paperwork,” Tony sighed, packing up his things.

“That was the only good thing out of this scare,” McGee added.

“Why don’t we all go out for drinks to celebrate?” Abby walked over by your desks with Ducky and Palmer trailing behind. “To celebrate the powder not being deadly!”

“Sounds fine with me.”

“I need one.”

“It could be a good scene for my book.”

“Yeah!”

You all turned to Gibbs, awaiting his answer. He just continued to pack up his things, not bidding any of you a eye. When he eventually let his attention fall onto the crowd of eyes, he looked at you, watching your small smile and the sparkle in your eyes.

You were happy for the free time out with people who were like a second family. It sounded like a enjoyable thing to do and you hadn’t hung out with people outside of work in a while, even if they ended up being your coworkers.

“The place better have strong drinks, not cheap ones,” Gibbs turned to the group as more lips turned upwards.

“Great!”

He walked over to you, letting everyone else go ahead of you all.

“Since I’m doing this, when we get home, maybe a nice bath would be nice,” He winked at you, walking a bit faster. You laughed to yourself as you caught up with him and the group, looking forward for the rest of the evening to commence.

[ssamorganhotchner]

I- I need a fuckin MOMENT after that last one. That’s so intimate but so sweet then it’s just hot af. Idk how to handle myself rn. ALSO IM DYING AT THAT LAST GIF. ASKDBFJSBXDJW HE IS SO FUCKIN HOT. Bro it’s gonna be 3am soon I need to stop being hot and fucking bothered rn.

Ok but I’m not gonna go to bed any time soon so like imma keep going lmao. Ok this is something that lives in my mind fully rent free. What if Hotch came up behind you as you were bent over/leaning on something (you know what I mean) and ran his hand over your ass but let his fingers pass over your core and then you’re all flustered and he’s playing innocent acting like he doesn’t know why you’d be so crazy

-🧚🏻‍♂️

He is INCREDIBLY hot and I will never understand how some people think otherwise. The man is sex on legs. 🥴

You know he would make any sweet moment very, very, sexy. Especially if he heard your sweet whimpers and moans.

Let’s say you were home cooking because the team was over for dinner. You’re minding your own business and just chilling, dancing to music, and drinking wine while cooking for them. Aaron comes up behind you, startling you, so you accidentally drop the spoon you were using. You bend down to pick it up, and he puts his hands on your ass. Gasping you drop the damn spoon… again. And that’s when he slides his other hand between your legs. You’re wearing slacks but they’re a very thin material and you just so happen to be wearing a thong today. Grazing his index and middle finger over your clothed pussy, you jump and involuntarily let out a whimper. You stand up and try to gather yourself and turn around to look at him. His hand stays at your hip but his other one moves to his pocket. So he’s standing there, jacket shed, sleeves rolled up, hand in his pocket, hair perfectly in place, looking delicious as fuck and acts like nothing just happened. He smirks “what?” And you slap him softly in the stomach “you know damn well what, Mr,” and his eyes darken “oh you mean this?” and he slides his hand in between your legs again. You swipe them away and you whisper-yell “Aaron we are in PUBLIC. In front of the team! Stop it!” and he says “that’s not my name, baby. say it right.” and your eyes grow wide… “Aaron no we are in public 😩😩 please don’t make me say it.” He leans in and nips at your earlobe “Say it, baby. Or else.” “But aaron.” “No buts kitten, say it. Now” he bites down on your neck. Stepping back he’s staring (Hotch Stare) at you now.. “Okay… I’m sorry… Daddy….” “That’s my good girl. And besides, I don’t recall you saying “stop daddy” in my office yesterday. And the blinds were wide open baby.” you’re like 😳😳 “You said they were closed!!” Grabbing your hands and putting them behind your back, he leans you against the bar and kisses you deeply… “I want people to know what’s mine, kitten” and he smirks at you, slaps your ass, and walks away. Leaving you breathless. 😛