#it’s not even that i dislike them as a pair i think it’s cute enough but im just kind of allergic to overt romantic overtures i think

[butchsucker]

THREE'S A CROWD (dina is pretty certain her girlfriend's best friend is jealous. she has an idea on how to fix that.)

pairing: ellie/dina/abby

contents: dom!dina, sub!abby, switch!ellie, threesome, childhood friends!ellabs, established relationship!dellie, unrequited feelings that are not unrequited, getting together, pussy eating, strap-on use, finger fucking, face sitting, scissoring, they all have two hands for a reason!

word count: 8,370

Dina can't prove it, but she's reasonably sure Abby wants to fuck her girlfriend.

Not just in a fleeting, passing-thought kind of way either. No, Dina suspects it's deeper than that. Something closer to devotion. Maybe even the slow, aching kind of love people write songs about. But all she has to go on is vibes and gut instinct. Circumstantial evidence. Nothing she'd take to court, but enough to keep her attention trained.

It's in the way Abby always finds reasons to need Ellie—stuff she could obviously handle herself. Picking up furniture. Running errands. Driving out to grab mulch or soil or god-knows-what for her garden. She always phrases it like she’s doing Ellie a favor, like Ellie is the one who'd be lost without her, but Dina sees through it. Sees how easily the two of them slide back into their rhythm—private jokes passed over Dina’s head, stories with gaps filled by shared memory, the kind of shorthand that only exists between people who’ve known each other long enough to see every version of the other.

At first, Dina thought it was sweet. Cute, even. She knows they’ve been close since forever, thick as thieves since middle school or whatever. Survived heartbreaks, bad haircuts, car crashes, college parties, all of it. That kind of bond doesn’t just go away. She gets that.

But the real giveaway is how Abby looks at Ellie. Soft, unguarded, like her whole chest cracks open when Ellie laughs too hard or sings along to the radio off-key. And Dina doesn't even think Abby realizes it. Doesn’t know she wears her heart on her damn face every time Ellie walks into the room.

Still, Dina doesn’t get mad. Not really. Not when she doesn't need to be.

She and Ellie are more than solid. Solid enough to have dabbled in the occasional three-way and remained exactly the same. Abby would be a different story entirely, though. Messy and unpredictable and entirely impossible to extricate from their lives.

So Dina lets it be. Doesn't poke the sleeping dog.

Not until Ellie asks her to come along on the summer trip.

It’s a tradition, she's learned—two weeks every July up at Abby’s family farmhouse. Just the two of them. Fresh air, hiking trails, river swims. A little cabin in the woods where they go to "connect with nature"—Ellie’s words, not hers. Dina’s seen the pictures, though. Golden light. Dusty porches. Ellie with a tan that makes her freckles pop and this relaxed grin she doesn’t wear in the city. She always comes back looking kissed by sunlight and hungry in a way that only Dina gets to satisfy.

It’s Dina’s favorite time of year for entirely selfish reasons.

So when Ellie says, out of nowhere, “You wanna come along this year?” while curled up with her head on Dina’s stomach, it throws her a little.

Dina pauses, her fingers stilled in Ellie’s hair. “You sure?”

Ellie nods without hesitation. “Yeah. I think you’d like it. There’s horses.”

“Hm.” Dina arches a brow, still half-scanning her phone. “Tempting. But I don’t think Abby’s gonna be thrilled.”

Ellie frowns. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Dina drawls, dragging her fingers lightly through Ellie’s hair, “I’ll be cutting into her precious Ellie time. She already doesn’t like me.”

“What?” Ellie props herself up enough to kiss her. “Abby loves you, babe.”

Dina raises a skeptical brow.

“No, seriously,” Ellie insists. “She thinks you’re cool as hell. You’re, like, scientifically impossible to dislike. Mathematically and shit.”

"Shut the fuck up," Dina says, laughing. "I mean, fine. If it's cool with you guys, I could do with some fresh air."

A few weeks pass in the slow, steady creep of real life. Work, errands, dinner dates, laundry. But the trip starts bleeding into everything. Ellie keeps texting Abby in bursts, group chat blowing up with hiking trail suggestions and “Should we bring board games or is that lame?” polls, like she isn’t absolutely bringing board games no matter what anyone says.

Dina finds that Abby is a lot friendlier via text than she is in person. Distantly, she considers if she's just shy.

They spend a whole Sunday packing, or trying to. Ellie gets distracted every fifteen minutes, trying to wrestle Dina onto the bed or suggestively leaning against the door way in invitation. Dina eventually has to bribe her with placating kisses and the promise of road trip playlists to get any actual work done.

Their cat—Joel Jr., a fuzzy little tyrant Ellie found in a box behind a diner two years ago—watches from the windowsill with the usual amount of disdain. They find a sitter on Rover who seems nice enough, and Dina leaves an overly detailed note just in case. She’s not worried about the cat. She’s worried about Ellie worrying about the cat.

The week before they leave, Dina catches herself double-checking her own packing list way more than she usually would. Extra socks, tampons, charging cables, extra film for her camera. Sunscreen. Strap.

It’s probably overkill.

It’s definitely overkill.

Before she knows it, they’re piling everything into Abby’s Jeep. Ever the chivalrous type, Abby hoists their bags into the trunk without a word of complaint. Ellie offers to help exactly once before getting distracted by the snack bag and putting dibs on all her favorite additions.

Somehow Dina ends up in the front seat. She half-expects Ellie to argue for it, but she's content to sprawl in the back and play DJ.

The drive’s a long one, just under five hours, and for the first half Dina’s animated, chatting, laughing, stealing sips of Ellie’s gas station soda. But eventually the sun and motion lull her into quiet. She dozes off somewhere past the halfway mark, boots tucked up on the dash. When she wakes, the Jeep is bumping up a gravel driveway, and Ellie’s flannel is folded under her head like a makeshift pillow. She doesn’t remember asking for it.

They pull up to the farmhouse just as the sun starts its lazy descent behind the trees, drenching everything in soft gold. The house is bigger than Dina expected—two stories with white paneling and navy shutters, a wide wrap-around porch, and a side garage. Stables sit a short walk away, nestled at the base of a low, grassy hill. A horse neighs in the distance like it’s welcoming them. It's very hallmark postcard.

Abby parks with the practiced ease of someone who’s done this a hundred times, then hops out and opens the trunk like a damn valet. “Rooms are the same as always,” she calls out as she grabs her own duffel. Dina nods like she knows what that means and lets Ellie lead the way.

The inside of the house smells like wood polish and linen. Cool despite the heat. Dina drags her suitcase upstairs while Ellie pokes around, flipping on lights, shouting commentary over her shoulder about what Jerry's changed around since last year.

Their room is cozy, all sun-washed walls and an old ceiling fan that creaks a little when Dina gives the chain a tug. There’s a double bed pushed up against the window and a bookshelf crammed with paperbacks and dusty board games.

Ellie kicks off her sneakers and immediately sprawls out, arms flung wide like she owns the place. Dina sits beside her, peeling off her jacket and letting her eyes fall shut for a minute. They lie like that for a while, trading lazy kisses, bodies barely touching, soaking in the silence.

It’s peaceful. Disarmingly so.

Until Abby calls up the stairs, “Lake in thirty, pack whatever you need!”

Dina blinks her eyes open and groans dramatically. “We just got here.”

Ellie nudges her thigh with a socked foot. “Abby's big on doing stuff. You'll get used to it.”

“Fiiine,” Dina grumbles, but she’s already unzipping her bag.

She changes into her swimsuit and throws a sheer cover-up on over it. Ellie’s not subtle about watching her. Not even a little. By the time they’re downstairs, Ellie’s hand is hovering at the small of her back, fingertips brushing bare skin under the hem of the cover.

“You look ridiculous right now,” Ellie murmurs, eyes tracing her legs.

“Ridiculously hot?”

“Obviously.”

By the front door, Dina presses Ellie up against the wall, grinning as she steals a kiss. Ellie kisses back eagerly, hands skimming her hips like she’s got nowhere else to be.

Then someone clears their throat. Loudly.

They break apart to find Abby standing near the doorway with a folded towel under one arm and a cooler in the other. There’s a very specific kind of pink blooming across her cheekbones and the tips of her ears.

Dina smirks. “We’re coming, don’t get your swimsuit in a twist.”

Abby rolls her eyes and turns away, muttering something that sounds like unbelievable under her breath.

Dina catches Ellie’s gaze and raises a brow. “Looks like someone's jealous.”

Ellie snorts, grabs the sunscreen, and says, “You’re a menace.”

“Not denying it.”

The lake’s maybe a ten-minute walk downhill, tucked into a little clearing with a rickety wooden dock stretching out over still water. There’s a few plastic Adirondack chairs pulled up near the edge, clearly weathered from years of use, and rope tied securely to a tree for swinging.

The sun’s low now, casting everything in that buttery, pre-sunset glow. Dina feels a little like she’s wandered into a stock photo for "summer getaway."

Abby kicks open the cooler and tosses them beers, except for Ellie—who gets a tall can of something aggressively pink with cartoon fruit on it.

“What in the Lisa Frank hell is that?” Dina asks, eyebrow raised as she cracks her beer.

“Passionfruit lime vodka spritz,” Abby says, straight-faced. “Your girlfriend likes to cosplay being a beer drinker. That's actually her fave.”

Ellie snorts. “Don’t knock it ‘til you taste it.”

Dina gives her a look. “Abby, that is dangerously girlfriend material behavior.”

Abby shrugs and settles into a chair, stretching her long legs out. “It’s just being a good friend.”

“Mm-hm. Sure.”

Abby tips her beer up to hide a smirk, which only encourages Dina more.

Ellie, clearly bored of being the center of attention, starts digging through her bag for rolling papers. “They taste even better after one of these,” she says, laying everything out in her lap like she’s setting up camp.

Her fingers move with practiced ease, fast and a little showy, and Dina watches her for a minute, openly admiring the casual hotness of it all.

Once the joint’s rolled and lit, Ellie takes the first hit and leans back with a satisfied sigh. “Here,” she says, handing it off to Abby.

Dina watches with interest. “I thought you didn't smoke, Abby.” She recalls the few times Abby has turned down the offer.

Abby takes it without hesitation, puffing like it's nothing new. “Special occasion,” she replies after exhaling, voice a little rougher.

Ellie snickers. “Yeah, this is her two-week sabbatical from being a functional adult.”

Dina grins, already turning that over in her mind. “Oh? You get bad?”

Abby shrugs again, but her ears are starting to go red. “Not that bad.”

Ellie’s already halfway to giggling. “Last year, she got so drunk I found her passed out in the stables.”

“That was one time,” Abby says, flustered now, and Dina could absolutely bottle this feeling. She lives for how easy it is to get under her skin. Easier than Ellie, which is saying something.

"Don't let Ellie make fun of you," Dina says, shaking her head. "This is the same girl who got drunk and cried because I was asleep. In the same house as her."

Ellie shoves her lightly. "Don't go spilling all my embarrassing secrets like that. I have a reputation to uphold."

"You get weepy," Abby says with a shrug. "That's a well-known secret."

And for while that's the energy, a comfortable back and forth and swapping of playful jabs and reminiscing. Dina can already see why Ellie loves taking this trip.

Eventually, Dina pushes up out of her chair and stretches with a lazy groan. “I’m swimming,” she announces. “Before I drink more and forget how to use my legs.”

“I’ll come,” Abby says, already standing.

Ellie barely cracks an eye open. “Have fun.”

They don’t even look at each other before both Abby and Dina say, in perfect unison, “Put your sunscreen on.”

"That was so fucking freaky," Ellie says, shuddering dramatically. “The sun’s barely out.”

Dina pads over, pops the cap on the bottle, and smears a dollop on her fingertips. “But it is out. Yes?” She straddles Ellie’s thighs and starts rubbing it into her face, despite the way she twists and turns to get away.

Dina only backs off when she's satisfied with her job.

Ellie mutters something rude and takes another sip of her drink.

By the time they make it to the dock, Dina’s peeled off her cover-up.

She dives in, cool water rushing over her skin like a jolt. When she surfaces, Abby’s already in behind her, slicking her hair back with both hands. The two of them float for a while in peaceful silence, accompanied only by the faint chirp of insects and the occasional flow of water.

“This is really beautiful,” Dina says, softer now, just for Abby.

Abby glances over at her and offers a lazy smile. “Yeah. I like it here," she says. "I'm glad you could make it."

“Thanks for inviting me,” Dina adds, and it’s honest. “I know it was probably a little weird.”

Abby pauses, then: “Ellie said…you thought I didn’t like you.”

Dina blinks, surprised by the directness. “Fuckin' Ellie," she says with an exasperated laugh.

“I do like you. For the record,” Abby says, and it’s quiet, but not hesitant. “You’re really cool. And I'm sorry if I made you feel like I didn't think so.”

Dina floats for a second, just letting that settle in. Letting herself absorb how sincere it is.

She’s going to ask Ellie if she wants to fuck Abby. Together. Like, tonight. Okay. Maybe tonight is a bit much.

“Thanks,” Dina says, her tone light and unreadable. “You’re alright, too. Definitely not as cool as me, but that's a high bar.”

-

Dina wakes to the gentle hush of morning, the kind that feels like the house itself is still half-asleep. Pale sunlight filters in through gauzy curtains, warm across the blanket tangled around her legs. Ellie’s still out cold beside her, sprawled face-down and mouth-open, one arm slung across the empty side of the bed like she was reaching for her in her sleep.

It makes Dina smile, fond and stupid, and she kisses the back of Ellie’s shoulder before slipping out from under the covers.

She pads quietly through the upstairs hall, trying not to step on the one floorboard that creaks, and makes her way down to the kitchen, stretching as she goes. Her body feels good—well-rested, loose from yesterday’s swim.

She’s expecting to find the kitchen dark and empty, but there’s already a faint clink of ceramic and the rich smell of coffee wafting through the space.

Abby’s perched at the kitchen island, fully dressed like she’s been up for hours. Her braid is neat and tight, not a single hair out of place, and she’s hunched slightly over her phone, scrolling with the kind of practiced thumb-swipe that says she’s not even really reading.

“Wow,” Dina says, voice low but smug as she rounds the corner. “Up, dressed, caffeinated? What time do you usually wake up, soldier?”

Abby jumps and nearly knocks her coffee over.

Dina grins. “Shit, sorry. Didn't mean to spook you.”

Abby sets her mug down with a soft thunk and gives her a withering look that fails to land. “You're up early."

“Always am,” Dina says, moving toward the counter. “Ooh is that coffee?”

Abby leans back against the counter, arms crossed, and nods toward the machine. “Want me to make you some?”

“Sweet and creamy,” Dina says, cheeky. “Like me.”

Abby actually snorts. It's a full-on, nose-wrinkling thing and Dina feels a small burst of pride about it.

“Sweet and creamy,” Abby echoes under her breath, already grabbing a second mug and pouring carefully. She slides it over once it’s been sufficiently doctored, with sugar and that hazelnut creamer Dina spotted in the fridge yesterday.

Dina sips, makes a satisfied little hum, and hops up to sit on one of the stools at the island. “Mm. You're the best, Abby.”

“I do what I can,” Abby mutters, sipping her own and finally setting her phone down. “Ellie still out?”

“Dead to the world,” Dina confirms, swinging her legs slightly. “It's almost impressive how long she can sleep.”

Abby's mouth lifts in the corners a bit. "Yeah."

There’s a comfortable quiet that settles between them, filled with nothing but birdsong and the tick of the old clock on the wall. It’s easy, surprisingly so, and Dina lets it be for a moment before asking, “You got any plans for today?”

Abby shrugs, running her thumb around the rim of her mug. “I usually hike in the mornings. There’s a trail behind the stables—nothing intense. Just gets the blood flowing.”

Dina arches a brow. “A sunrise hike and black coffee? I see why Joel like you so much."

“Oh god, not you, too.” Abby says flatly.

"Fine, I'll leave you alone, grandpa." Dina grins. “You ever get Ellie on these little hikes?”

“She’s allergic to uphill,” Abby replies dryly. “She’ll do it if I bribe her, but mostly she just sleeps in.”

Dina nods thoughtfully. “Well, I wouldn’t mind tagging along. If you don’t mind having me.”

Abby blinks once, like she wasn’t expecting that.

“I mean, unless this is a sacred alone time sort of thing,” Dina adds, tone light but probing.

“No. No, it’s not. I’d like the company,” Abby says, too quickly. She clears her throat. “If you’re sure.”

“Positive,” Dina says, finishing her coffee. “But I’m not doing cardio on an empty stomach. Feed me first, and I’ll consider it.”

Abby, ever the provider, throws together a quick breakfast for them. Dina offers to help and is immediately shooed away, so she perches on the counter and steals berries while Abby cooks.

They eat at the island again, easy and quiet, Abby already having pulled out a plate and slid it into the microwave for Ellie, like she’s done it a hundred times. Dina pretends not to clock the domesticity of it.

Afterward, she hops into the shower upstairs, savoring the water pressure and the citrusy shampoo Abby must use (which she definitely, absolutely does not steal a handful of). She gets dressed—bike shorts, tank top, zip-up hoodie tied around her waist—and throws the essentials into a small backpack. Sunscreen. Water. Bug spray.

They set out through the stables, the trailhead just past a crumbling old fence. The path is mostly shaded, winding gently uphill with patches of sunlight peeking through the trees. The air is crisp and clean, smelling like pine and fresh dirt. Birds chirp, bugs buzz.

They fall into an easy rhythm. Dina’s not much for morning conversation, but Abby talks just enough to fill the quiet—commenting on the plants, pointing out deer tracks, telling her about the one time a raccoon tried to follow her home.

They talk about movies, music, stupid high school shit. Ellie comes up more than once, always with this unspoken fondness hovering in the background. But it’s not just Ellie. It’s them. Dina and Abby, side by side, feet kicking up dust and shoulders occasionally bumping. It feels natural. Surprisingly so.

At the peak, the trees fall away to a wide overlook, revealing miles of rolling green hills and the glitter of the lake far below. They stand there for a moment, catching their breath.

“Okay,” Dina says, pulling out her phone. “Picture time.”

Abby blinks at her. “Want me to take it for you?”

Dina rolls her eyes. "No, idiot. Get in here."

Abby hesitates—adorably, of course—before leaning in. Dina snaps a few, flicking through until she finds the one she likes.

She sends it to Ellie with the caption: proof of life. also, ur gf is a surprisingly tolerable hiking buddy.

Ellie replies in seconds: dina pls. if she's anybody's gf rn, it's urs.

also i cannot believe u let her drag u on the torture trail.

Dina: joke’s on you. i volunteered.

Ellie: psycho behavior. come back. i’m bored.

Dina laughs under her breath and tucks her phone away. “Ellie says we’re psychos.”

“She’s not wrong,” Abby says, stretching her arms overhead, shirt rising just enough to reveal toned muscle and a trail of skin that Dina absolutely does not ogle. For too long.

They start the descent, chatting about what they’ll do for lunch and how Ellie is probably still in bed. And then Dina steps weird on a loose bit of rock—her ankle rolls and pain shoots up her leg, sharp and sudden.

“Shit—fuck—” she gasps, catching herself on a nearby tree.

Abby’s on her in a heartbeat, crouched in front of her like some disaster-response. “Hey, hey—what happened?”

“My ankle has betrayed me,” Dina says through clenched teeth, trying to breathe through it. “God, I am so pissed. I was doing great.”

“Can I see?”

Dina nods, and Abby reaches out—huge hands gentle as she cups her foot and peels off her sneaker. Her palm wraps around Dina’s ankle entirely, warm and firm and careful, and Dina almost blacks out for an entirely different reason.

“Not swelling,” Abby mutters. “Not hot to the touch. Probably just strained.”

Dina makes a sound that is absolutely not a whimper. “You’re very competent.”

Abby blinks up at her. “Uh. Thanks?”

“I’m just saying,” Dina continues, trying for casual and failing. “You're like the first person I've ever met who I could describe with the word dreamy.”

Abby’s ears go pink again.

After helping her back up, Abby wordlessly takes Dina’s bag from her and slings it over one shoulder. She slows her pace on the way back, always staying just half a step beside her, offering a hand when the path gets uneven.

By the time they make it back to the house, Dina’s ankle is just sore enough to be annoying. Not bad enough to limp dramatically, but noticeable if you know what to look for—and of course, Ellie does.

She’s padding down the stairs in a sleep-rumpled t-shirt and boyshorts, hair a mess, a half-eaten protein bar in her hand. The second her eyes land on Dina’s gait, she frowns.

“Why are you walking like someone’s dad who just mowed the lawn?”

Dina smirks, easing herself onto the couch. “Wow. Thanks, babe. I twisted my ankle a little on the trail.”

Ellie’s brows shoot up. “What the fuck? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Dina assures her. “Just sore.”

Ellie points a dramatic finger. “Sit. Don’t move.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Dina says, dropping back against the cushions with a sigh. “I feel so cared for.”

Ellie disappears into the kitchen and calls out, “Honestly surprised Abby didn’t insist on carrying you down in her arms. She loves showing off."

Dina’s halfway through a laugh when Abby’s voice floats down the hallway, dry and just loud enough. “Bold of you to say that when you literally whined and begged until I carried you down last time. Nothing was even wrong with you.”

Ellie freezes mid-step with two water bottles and a bag of chips in hand. “That’s slander.”

“Uh-huh,” Abby replies from the stairs.

Dina bursts out laughing, especially at the scandalized look on Ellie’s face.

“I was tired,” Ellie insists, handing Dina the water. “And my feet hurt. And I was on my period.”

“You were being a big baby,” Abby says, already disappearing into the bathroom.

Ellie glares in her direction. “I hope you slip in the shower, traitor.”

Abby flips her off before the door swings shut, and Dina is thoroughly entertained.

“You guys are ridiculous,” she says, cracking open the water bottle.

“You knew what this was when you signed up,” Ellie grins, then crouches at the end of the couch and takes Dina’s ankle into her hands. “Seriously though, does it hurt a lot?”

“Nah. It’s already better,” Dina says, watching Ellie’s fingers rub gently at the skin just above her sock. “You’re such a good nurse. This is why I keep you around.”

“Yeah, I’m very versatile,” Ellie deadpans. “Like a Swiss Army girlfriend.”

Dina laughs again, her smile lingering—until the moment stretches just long enough to shift from soft to weighted. She eyes Ellie, thumb lazily running over her knuckles, and decides not to waste time dancing around it.

“So,” she starts casually, “how would you feel about fucking Abby?”

Ellie blinks. “Jesus, Dina.”

“What?” She asks, giggling.

Ellie sits back a little, mouth twitching like she’s fighting a grin. “What the hell happened on that hike?”

Dina shrugs, smirking. “Nothing, really. The thought came to me, and it would be a mutually beneficial series of orgasms.”

“You're so benevolent.”

“I know right?” Dina agrees. “It's like, at first I thought she just wanted you but my eyes have been opened."

Ellie raises her brows. “I mean, she isn't exactly subtle. The acts of service really give her away every time.”

“Exactly,” Dina says, pointing at her.

Ellie chews on her bottom lip thoughtfully. “I mean...yeah, I’d be down. She’s hot. I’ve always said that.”

“You're so easy, El,” Dina teases.

“For you? Hell yeah." Ellie says, jerking her chin in the direction of the bathroom. "Abby on the other hand, not so much. There’s no way she goes for it.”

“Oh, ye of little faith,” Dina says, resting her head back against the couch. “Watch and learn.”

Ellie laughs. “You're so hot when you're hatching plans.”

“Thank you,” Dina says with a grin. “I try.”

-

Their two weeks at the farmhouse pass in a haze of sunlight and slow mornings. Lake days bleed into barefoot evenings, skin sun-warmed and speckled with freckles. They ride horses out through tall grass trails, pack picnic lunches with too much bread and not enough utensils, and get used to the constant soundtrack of cicadas and distant birdsong. Nights are for shared meals and low conversation, the occasional competitive game of cards or dominoes, and one particularly tipsy bonfire where Ellie regales them with (badly) improvised songs on her guitar.

Dina’s favorite is “Dina’s Nice Rack.”

By all accounts, it’s kind of perfect.

And now it’s their last night.

Dina knows, almost from the beginning, that she’s going to wait for this exact moment. One final evening, when the comfort is thick and earned, and whatever happens doesn’t have to be carried awkwardly into another breakfast or trail ride. If it goes bad, they’ll pack up and pretend it never happened. If it goes well…well. They’ll figure that out later.

She finds Abby in the den, curled into the worn leather couch, watching something she clearly isn’t invested in. Her chin’s propped on one fist, the other hand slowly demolishing a bowl of kettle corn.

“Hey,” Dina says, casually leaning in the doorway. She’s dressed for bed—or something like it—in just a black bralette and underwear, a thin robe tied over it all. A treat for later, maybe. For now, she plays it casual.

Abby looks up. “Hey.”

“You wanna come play a game?” Dina asks, tilting her head. “Ellie and I are doing truth or drink, but it’s not as fun with just two people.”

Abby arches a brow, skeptical. “Truth or drink?”

“It’s like truth or dare for people who are too lazy to do dares. A little baring of the soul, if you will.” Dina grins, all teeth and trouble.

Abby hesitates for a beat, then shrugs. She sets the popcorn aside and stands. “Sure. Why not?”

The farmhouse creaks underfoot as they climb the stairs. The bedroom Ellie and Dina have claimed is warm with lamplight and smells faintly of eucalyptus and sandalwood. Ellie’s already sprawled across the bed in boxers and a ribbed tank top, hair piled messily on her head, one knee hitched as she scrolls lazily through her phone. She looks up when they enter and grins like she’s been expecting this all night.

“Look who I found,” Dina announces, voice sing-song.

Ellie’s grin widens. “Knew you’d cave.”

Abby gives her a dry look as she toes off her shoes. “Didn’t realize I was being hunted.”

“Oh, Abby,” Ellie says, tossing her phone aside, “always assume you’re being hunted.”

Dina snorts and pats the mattress. “Come on, sit. You’re in the middle. Ellie gets wandering hands.”

Abby hesitates again, visibly debating whether she’s about to make a poor life choice. Then she climbs up, careful but casual, and settles between them—clearly trying not to think too hard about the fact that Dina is basically in lingerie and Ellie’s arm rests on Abby's thigh like an armrest.

Dina smiles to herself and reaches for the little tray on the nightstand, where three short glasses sit already filled with mixed drinks. Sweet with a kick, just enough to blur the edges if things get sharp.

“It’s peach tea and whiskey,” Dina says, settling cross-legged on the bed with a satisfied little wriggle. “Don’t look so scared.”

“I’m not scared,” Abby replies, taking a sip.

Ellie raises a brow. “That sounds like something a scared person would say.”

“Alright,” Dina interrupts, clapping once. “Ground rules: answer honestly or take a drink. No skipping, no whining, no pleading the fifth.”

“And no deflecting with a question,” Ellie adds, still lounging like a smug little cat.

“Got it.” Abby leans back against the headboard and crosses her arms.

“Okay,” Dina says, leaning forward. “Ellie, you start. Make it a good one.”

Ellie grins, toothy and mischievous, and turns to Abby. “Alright, Abs. When’s the last time you got off?”

Abby chokes slightly on her drink. “Wow.”

Dina throws her head back laughing. “Straight to the filth. No foreplay.”

“I don’t waste time,” Ellie says with a shrug. “So?”

Abby’s ears are definitely pink. She glances at her drink like she might use it as a shield, but then shrugs. “Couple nights ago. Shower.”

“Ohhh,” Dina coos. “Quick clean up. Efficient.”

“Don’t ask what I was thinking about,” Abby mutters, mostly to her glass.

“Oh, we’re definitely circling back to that,” Ellie says. “But go ahead. Your turn.”

Abby exhales, clearly trying to seem unaffected. “Fine. Dina. Have you ever had a threesome?”

Dina doesn’t blink. “Yes.”

Ellie grins, looking very happy with herself. “I was there!”

“Last time was a while ago,” Dina adds with a shrug. “Roommate. Bad idea. Don’t recommend.”

Abby’s face is unreadable, but her hand tightens just a little on her glass.

Ellie nudges her. “Are you really surprised? Don’t be surprised.”

Dina points her glass at Ellie. “Got one for you, babe. How many people in this room would you kiss?”

“Myself excluded, but I would if I could,” Ellie says, sipping slowly. “Two.”

Abby's brows furrow and Dina sees that she only relaxes once she sees Dina smiling. "Interesting," she says. "Your turn."

“Alright,” Ellie says. “Abby. Be honest, have you ever thought about me while touching yourself?”

There’s a beat of silence.

Abby blinks.

Dina watches her like a cat watches a mouse, not out of malice, just hunger. Abby’s mouth opens, then closes. Her gaze flicks between the two of them. She hesitates.

And then, slowly, she lifts her glass and takes a drink.

“Damn,” Ellie says, delighted. “A non-answer is so an answer.”

“You’re awful,” Abby mutters, but her mouth quirks.

“I’m a delight,” Ellie counters, leaning back on one elbow. “Dina, your turn.”

Dina looks at Abby, letting the moment sit heavy between them.

“Abby,” she says sweetly. “Do you want to kiss me?”

Ellie lets out a tiny, surprised breath.

Abby goes still.

The fizzing energy in the room spikes into something bright and sharp. For a second, no one moves. Then Abby licks her lips. Her eyes flick to Ellie, who doesn’t look surprised. A little interested, very amused.

Dina watches the way her throat bobs when she swallows.

And then Abby says, softly, “Yeah.”

Dina’s smile curves slow and warm. “Good.”

Dina shifts forward before Abby can overthink it. Her glass clinks softly on the nightstand as she sets it down, then she reaches out, slow and deliberate, fingers brushing Abby’s jaw.

“C’mere,” she murmurs.

Abby doesn’t move at first, like she’s waiting for the joke to land. But Dina’s thumb is already sliding along her cheekbone, steady and coaxing, and Ellie doesn’t say a word—just watches with parted lips and something bright in her eyes.

So Abby leans in.

The kiss starts careful. Dina’s mouth is warm, soft, tasting faintly like peach and whiskey. Abby kisses like she lifts weights: all control, focus, the barest tremble of tension in the hands that rest on her thighs, like she’s holding herself back from grabbing. Dina lets it simmer a second before she deepens it, tilting her head and letting her teeth graze Abby’s lower lip.

Abby makes a sound, low and involuntary, and Dina feels the shiver of it down her spine.

She pulls back just enough to whisper, “Still good?”

Abby nods, a little breathless. “Yeah. Fuck. Yeah.”

Ellie’s voice slides in behind them, low and teasing. “Jesus. That was hot.”

Abby looks over, flushed and still catching her breath—and that’s all the invitation Ellie needs.

She leans in and kisses Abby too.

Abby stutters a little in surprise, but Ellie’s hand is already on her knee, her mouth soft and coaxing. This kiss is different—less testing, more knowing. Like they’ve imagined it enough times that the rhythm comes naturally. Abby’s hand rises, hesitant, and settles lightly on Ellie’s hip.

When Ellie pulls back, her smile is wicked. “You're pretty good at that.”

Dina laughs, genuinely delighted, and pulls Ellie into a kiss over Abby's lap. Her hand rests on the column of Ellie's throat, squeezing the barest amount as she keeps her just where she wants her. When Ellie moans into it, Abby makes another noise under her breath, and Dina grins without breaking the kiss.

She pulls away, half-leaning over one of Abby's thighs now, robe slipping open just enough to tease.

“So,” Dina says. “Still think you’re not the one being hunted?”

Abby laughs once, breathy and amazed. “I might’ve been wrong.”

“Yeah,” Ellie adds, crawling in closer to bracket Abby’s other side. “You totally are.”

Abby opens her mouth to reply—but Dina grips her jaw and pulls her into a kiss that's all hunger and pent up want. No more hesitation. She tangles her fingers into Abby's hair and tugs as she takes exactly what she's been wanting for the past two weeks. And Abby lets her, one of those strong hands coming to rest on her waist, curling into the silky fabric of her robe.

Ellie kisses along Abby’s jaw, then down her throat, slow and reverent. Dina squeezes her thigh together in a bid to relieve some of the burning arousal; she kisses her until Abby is warm all over, breathing like she’s run a sprint.

And when Dina finally whispers against her lips, “Take your hoodie off,” Abby obeys like it’s gospel.

Dina finds that she likes how easily Abby listens, how she looks to her so blatantly seeking approval. Ellie usually requires more effort, a push and pull for that well-earned control. Abby, it seems, is just eager to please.

Ellie wastes no time shoving her hand under Abby's shirt and pawing wherever she can reach. Abby gasps and arches into the touch and Dina quickly undoes her robe and tosses it over the side of the bed.

Ellie grins, all teeth and delight, and hooks her fingers under the hem of Abby’s shirt. “Arms up, big girl.”

Abby rolls her eyes but does it, lifting her arms obediently, and Ellie peels the shirt up and over in one smooth motion until Abby is bare from the waist up, flushed and breathing harder than before.

“Fuck,” Ellie murmurs, immediately leaning in to mouth at Abby’s chest, tongue wet and lazy. “Look what she's been keeping from us,” she says to Dina.

"How selfish."

Abby starts to answer, probably something sarcastic but the words die the second Ellie’s teeth scrape gently over one nipple, then soothe the bite with a hot, open-mouthed kiss.

Dina’s hand strokes slowly down Abby’s torso, fingers brushing over the newly exposed skin, tracing lines from sternum to stomach. She presses a few soft kisses under Abby’s ribs as she goes, watching the way Abby’s abdomen flinches beneath the attention. It makes her grin.

“I've never seen you so shaken, Abby,” Dina says softly. “It’s a good look on you.”

Abby makes another sound—part whimper, part laugh—and her hands flex against the sheets.

Ellie’s lips are shiny when she looks up. “I don’t think she knows what to do with both of us at once.”

“Not yet,” Dina agrees, and hooks her fingers into the waistband of Abby’s shorts. “But she’s gonna learn.”

She leans in to kiss lower, just above the hem, while slowly sliding the shorts and underwear down together. She does it deliberately, the backs of her knuckles brushing against the tender inside of Abby’s thighs as she peels the last layers off. Ellie helps by lifting Abby’s hips just enough so Dina can tug them down fully and toss them away.

And then Abby’s naked. Laid out in front of them. Gorgeous and already wrecked from nothing but teasing touches and two hungry mouths.

Dina sits back for a second just to take her in. “Look at you,” she murmurs. “Beautiful.”

Ellie hums her agreement, dragging her teeth along Abby’s shoulder. “All laid out for us. So fucking hot.”

Abby groans, slaps a hand over her face and then gasps when Dina kisses the inside of her knee and works her way up with slow, open-mouthed heat.

“I swear to God,” Abby breathes.

“You like the praise, don’t you?” Dina grins against her skin. “Get all squirmy when we talk about how hot you are.”

Abby tries to glare at her but it doesn’t stick, not with Ellie’s hand teasing slow circles near her hip and Dina’s mouth inching ever closer between her thighs.

Abby’s already trembling when Dina finally licks into her hot and slow. She moans, a sharp broken sound, and Ellie actually laughs, low and delighted, as she lays beside Abby. Her fingers still idly massaging her tits.

“Jesus, Dina,” Abby gasps, hips twitching. “Fuck—”

“Mm,” Ellie hums, grinning down at her. “You don’t even know. That’s her being nice.”

Dina doesn’t answer. Doesn’t even look up. She’s too busy burying her face between Abby’s thighs, hands gripping firm hips to hold her in place as she licks again—this time slower, deeper, like she’s savoring the taste. Her fingers dig in as Abby writhes, and the pleased noise Dina makes in response sends another full-body shiver through her.

Ellie raises a hand, brushes hair back from Abby’s sweaty temple. “You’re so fucking lucky,” she murmurs, eyes shining. “She usually makes me beg for it. Beg and then explain myself. Like, ‘why do you deserve to come, Ellie?’ And if the answer’s not good enough, she’ll stop.”

Abby whimpers. Her hands fly to Dina’s shoulders, not to push her away, just to hold on.

Dina pulls back just barely—mouth slick, smile positively sinful. “I'm being nice. Just this once,” she says against Abby’s thigh, then kisses her clit with a wet smack. “You should be grateful.”

“I am,” Abby pants. “I fucking am.”

Dina hums in satisfaction and dives back in, tonguing her open with the kind of practiced confidence that makes Abby keen. Her tongue moves slow at first, then faster, learning what Abby likes and giving her more. One of Dina’s hands sneaks between her own legs without thinking, fingertips working as she grinds against her palm, helplessly turned on by the sounds Abby makes—those desperate, involuntary cries as she bucks under the attention.

Ellie’s voice floats above them, almost dreamy. “She gets so into it. Look at her—Dina’s gonna come just from eating you out.”

Abby squeezes her eyes shut, head tipped back, every muscle straining.

“Look at her,” Ellie whispers again, hand stroking slow and possessive down Abby’s torso. “Look at what you’re doing to her.”

Abby forces her eyes open—just for a second—and the sight almost ends her.

Dina’s eyes are closed, her face completely buried between Abby’s thighs. She’s moaning into it like it’s the best meal of her life, grinding herself down hard against her hand. Her hair's all messy, cheeks flushed, and Abby realizes she’s not holding back at all. She’s gone on it. Obsessed. Her fingers dig bruises into Abby’s hips as she fucks her with her mouth, relentless and wild.

And Abby can’t take it. The image burns behind her eyes as her thighs clamp tighter around Dina’s head and she finally, finally breaks apart with a sob.

She comes hard, gasping through it, one hand fisting in Dina’s hair and the other gripping Ellie’s forearm like she might float off the bed otherwise.

And Dina doesn’t stop—not right away. She licks her through it, working her down slow, like she’s reluctant to give it up. Like she could stay there forever.

When she finally pulls away, face slick and eyes still dark with hunger, she looks up and grins.

“Well,” she says hoarsely, catching her breath. “That was fun.”

Ellie barks a laugh and strokes a hand down Abby’s side. “She’s such a show-off.”

“I’m just efficient,” Dina says, crawling back up to slot herself against Abby’s side. She presses a kiss to her shoulder. “And maybe a little obsessed.”

Abby is still catching her breath, totally wrecked. “Fuck.”

“Eloquent,” Ellie teases, kissing her flushed cheek. “And you haven’t even gotten to the really fun part yet.”

After discarding her underwear over the side of the bed, Dina leans in close and murmurs something in Ellie's ear. Whatever it is makes Ellie’s breath stutter, her eyes flick down to Abby, still dazed, still pliant, skin flushed and glistening with sweat.

“Oh,” Ellie says, voice a little hoarse. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

She shifts off the bed long enough to peel her boxers down and toss them to the floor, leaving her in just the ribbed tank. Her thighs are already slick, muscles tensing with anticipation as she climbs back up and swings one leg over Abby’s chest, then slowly inches backwards until she's straddling her face.

She can't see Abby's face like this, but she can imagine it well enough. “This good?” Ellie asks, already lowering her hips.

Abby doesn’t answer with words, she grabs Ellie’s thighs and pulls her down like it’s the only thing she’s ever wanted. Ellie moans, loud and unfiltered, grinding down gently against Abby’s mouth. “Oh fuck—fuck, okay.”

Dina just watches, greedy and delighted, before crawling between Abby's legs.

“Look at you,” Dina says, dragging her fingers lightly up Ellie's sides, making her twitch. “You're taking her so good, baby.”

Ellie whines, hips rocking forward. "God, she’s—fuck, she’s really good at this.”

“Oh, I know,” Dina purrs. “Our girl's a pleaser.”

Ellie laughs breathlessly as Abby redoubles her efforts. She braces one hand on Abby's toned stomach, the other coming up to cup Dina’s cheek as they meet in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. Dina licks into her, slow and deep, and throws one of her legs over Abby's. It gives her the perfect angle to grind their pussies together; she whines into Ellie's mouth as the sensation overtakes her.

Abby groans into Ellie, and the vibration makes Ellie shiver.

“Shit,” she pants. “Shit, Dina.”

“I’ve got you,” Dina murmurs, breath hot against her lips. “Just ride her. Let her make you come.”

Ellie does, grinding slow and firm, lost in it. Her fingers tangle in Dina’s hair again as they kiss, filthy and heated and desperate. Her thighs tremble around Abby’s head.

And all the while, Dina keeps her hips working, keeps Abby’s and her own slick centers sliding together, over and over. Abby’s body is caught between them, mouth busy, hips jerking with every slow drag of friction. Her whimpers are muffled but constant—needy, overwhelmed, into it.

“You’re doing so good,” Ellie whispers, breath shaking. “Fuck—so good, Abs.”

“She loves it,” Dina says, teeth grazing Ellie’s lower lip. “You can hear how wet she is, right?”

Ellie moans in agreement, burying her face against Dina’s neck as her hips stutter. “I’m—fuck! M'gonna come.”

“Good,” Dina whispers, one hand cradling Ellie’s jaw. “Come for me, baby. Come on her mouth.”

That does it.

Ellie cries out, thighs clenching around Abby’s face as she bucks through it. Her whole body trembles with it—every muscle pulled taut, fingers gripping Dina like a lifeline. And Abby holds her there, doesn’t stop licking even when Ellie starts to squirm and gasp.

Dina kisses the side of Ellie’s face, murmuring sweet filth against her skin, and focuses on chasing her own pleasure. She grinds down fast and hard, and Abby does her best to answer each of her movements with her own. It doesn't take long before Dina is throwing her head back and digging her nails into tanned, freckled skin.

Beneath them, Abby is panting, chest heaving, eyes wild and so ready for more.

Dina sits up a little and glances across the room, fingers trailing teasingly between Ellie’s thighs, just to make her whimper.

“Hey, Abs,” Dina calls, already shifting to reach for the bedside drawer. She comes up with the harness and dildo in hand, dangling it by the strap like a promise. “Put this on?"

Abby, flushed and wide-eyed, hesitates for just a second—then swallows hard and nods. “Yeah. Okay.”

Dina Abby’s strong hands make quick work of the buckles, and soon the strap is snug low on her hips, thick cock jutting out heavy and ready. She runs a hand along it like she’s testing the weight.

Dina bites her lip, gaze raking over her. “God, look at you.”

Then she lays back again, guiding Ellie to reposition—twisting around so she’s nearly upside-down on top of Dina, her mouth hovering just above Dina’s slick center. Dina spreads her thighs wide, one arm wrapping around Ellie’s middle, the other hand reaching down to slip two fingers into her with practiced ease. Ellie keens, arching into her.

“All good?” Dina checks, glancing down at Ellie’s flushed face between her legs.

Ellie groans. “So good. Fuck, Dina.”

“Good.” Then she lifts her chin, locks eyes with Abby, and adds, “Come here, babe.”

Abby climbs up onto the bed, kneeling between Dina’s spread thighs. Her hands settle at Dina’s hips, waiting for the final go-ahead.

Dina lets her fingers curl just right inside Ellie, making her twitch. “Slow at first. Let me feel it stretch.”

Abby nods, positioning the strap. “Yeah. Got it.”

The first push makes Dina suck in a breath and she keeps her fingers moving inside Ellie as Abby fills her, slow and steady.

“Yes,” Dina groans. “That’s it, Abs. Just like that.”

Ellie moans against her, and then—ever the overachiever—dips her head and starts licking, her tongue and nose brushing Dina’s clit. Her hips twitch at the sensation, caught in the middle of perfect stimulation, stretched full and wrecked in the best way.

“Holy fuck,” she breathes, flexing her fingers inside Ellie as she rocks her hips up. “That feels so fucking good. My good girls."

Abby starts thrusting a little harder, finding her rhythm, hands firm on Dina’s waist. Her eyes are locked on where they’re joined, like she’s mesmerized.

“You’re so tight,” Abby groans. “Fuck, Dina.”

“Yeah?” Dina pants. “You like fucking me like this? Like doing a good job for me?”

"I do. I really do." Abby tightens her grip on Dina's waist and fucks into her harder, bordering on desperate.

Ellie moans helplessly against her, hips rolling. Dina curls her fingers just right again and grins when Ellie chokes out a noise.

“She’s so close already,” Dina says, breathless. “You feel that, Abs? How I squeeze around you when she moans like that?”

Abby groans, pace faltering for a moment, overwhelmed.

“Keep going,” Dina says sharply, nails digging into Abby’s hip. “You’re doing so good. Make me come.”

Abby thrusts harder, deeper now, the sound of skin on skin obscene. Ellie’s licking faster too, breath ragged and desperate. Dina is caught in the middle of it, taking and giving and thriving.

Her back arches, every nerve alive. “Just like that, don’t you dare stop—”

And then it all crashes over her. Pleasure sparking up her spine, thighs clamping around Ellie’s head, a groan ripped from her throat as she comes hard around Abby’s cock.

Ellie cries out too, stuttering on her tongue, grinding against Dina’s mouth as she comes seconds later, shaking apart.

And Abby, gasping, still fucking her through it, can’t tear her eyes away. Dina lies back, spent and smug, one hand lazily stroking Ellie’s thigh.

-

Eventually, the three of them manage to collect themselves.

There’s soft laughter as Ellie trips over her own shorts trying to get them on, and a sharp yelp when Abby yanks them up for her. Dina barely bothers tying her robe back up, content to wander half-naked between the bathroom and the bedroom, passing out water and kisses like party favors.

They wash off the sweat and slick with quick, sleepy showers. They’re all bare-faced and quiet by the time they crawl into Abby’s bed, limbs tangled, hearts loud in their chests.

Abby’s room is bigger, the mattress softer, the blankets kicked halfway off by the time they settle. Dina ends up in the middle this time, Ellie pinned half under her, Abby curled protectively along her other side. Someone’s hand finds her waist. Someone else’s fingers are laced with hers.

For a long, peaceful moment, nobody says anything.

Then Ellie sighs, muffled into Dina’s shoulder. “Guys. Don't be mad but I gotta piss again.”

[sugardollyxoxo]

Dolly's guide to a bimbolicious summer pt 2

pt 1

Appearance

Pale pink lip gloss, fluffy curls, bombshell bras, pink mini skirts, dolly lashes, body glitter. Being a bimbo is about expressing your inner femininity that society has tried to suppress and shame for far too long. Reject conformity & embracing individuality.

Define your persona- Who is she, really? What’s her color palette? soft pastels or chic neutrals. Is she a sultry video vixen or a sweet dolly princess? Who are her icons? What does a day in her life look like, from how she gets ready to what she wears when she runs errands or lounges at home?

Closet clean out- Put on your favorite playlist, light a candle, and set the mood. When I'm cleaning out my closet I like to imagine it as one of those makeover montages from those 2000s movies.

The easiest part is getting rid of anything you truly dislike. Old baggy tees, cargo pants you never wear, sneakers you don’t love, your brother’s hand me downs Let. Them. Go.

And I know we all have that pair of jeans or sweater with sentimental value that we just can’t let go. That's okay! fold it up and tuck it away in a keepsake box. Out of sight, out of your new aesthetic.

When I’m deciding on what to keep, I like to ask myself:

Does this have potential?

Can I crop it, accessorize it, or layer it?

Does it match anything on my Pinterest board?

I always keep plenty of basics, they can be zhuzhed up later or personally, I like to wear them on gym days or on low effort days when I still want to look cute without doing too much.

Shopping smart- This is the fun part, but also where it’s super easy to fumble. Do not impulse buy the first cute thing you see, or you’ll end up with a piece that’s impossible to style with anything else in your closet.

Keep your Pinterest board open while you shop and make a list of your essentials. Stick to a clear color theme that matches your new vibe, this helps keep your wardrobe cohesive and makes styling way easier.

Now, when it comes to actually shopping I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE thrifting. It’s not only sustainable and budget-friendly, but it makes your aesthetic more authentic.

Let's be real, so many of our fav Y2K brands are now shadows of their former selves and websites like Depop, Poshmark, and Whatnot have so many of those vintage pieces for reasonable prices. If you’re lucky enough to have local thrift stores go! You never know what gems you’ll find between worn denim and random graphic tees. That perfect low-rise mini or baby tee might be waiting for you on a $3 rack.

REMEMBER Your closet becomes an authentic version of you, not just a copy-paste of what’s trending so shop with intent.

Dolly maintenance- Think of yourself as your own personal doll. You would never want your favorite doll to have messy hair, chipped nails, or dull skin right? So treat yourself with the same love and care.

In addition to your daily routines, make time for weekly or monthly beauty appointments. Whether that’s getting your nails done, refreshing your hair, or getting a wax. These rituals keep your inner doll glowing.

Also, make room for spa days at home. Put on a cute robe, light a candle, and pamper yourself with a hydrating sheet face mask, exfoliation, hair treatments, and body oils. Being high maintenance isn’t a flaw. It’s a lifestyle 🤏🏽 🤏🏽 🤏🏽

Posture- Your posture is one of the first things people notice, it silently communicates who you are before you even speak. Slouching expresses shyness & insecurity. Standing tall and open radiates confidence and power. Even the most plain outfit can be elevated simply by the way you sit and walk.

Think of yourself as honey: slow, and intentional. You are not a stick !!! Shoulders back, chin up, and sway those hips. Your posture is not about perfection it’s about presence.

Other tips♡

-Full maximalism I wholeheartedly believe minimalism will be the death of society. So apply that glitter like there’s no tomorrow, wear that statement outfit, none of that “clean girl” around here.

-Even on your off days wear causal outfits in your favorite color

-Find your signature scent. Our smell and memory are closely related, so even if someone doesn't remember your face, that association with your scent can evoke strong emotions.

-Incorporate gua sha and other lymphatic drainage massages into your skincare & body care routine

🎀 TAKE UP SPACE, NEVER apologize for being sexy, girly, soft, loud, or sparkly🎀

[sparkly-sediment]

Tf2 bedtime Headcanons

Pjs and more 😛

Scout:

Boxers

T shirt ot tank top optional

Sprawls like a child after field day

Slight nest going on in his bedroom

Think messy bed with a bunch of shit on it that he moves off at night so he can burrow

Experiences sleep paralysis once and was horrified to see his demon looks like Medic

(Scout is overthinking why he dreams about men)

Soldier:

Cock out and ready to rock

Rips off his clothes and and puts them right back on in the morning

Prefers top sheet to blanket

Snores like a chain saw if he’s on his back

He has prophetic dreams but seldom heeds their warnings

Pyro:

Keeps the mask on

Either a onsie on over the suit OR a very hasty suit to onsie change

Self care routine before bed >^.^<

Sleeps at the foot of a self-made shrine of the other mercs. She made little dollies of them with spit and gum as adhesive

Engineer

Boxers and a t shirt

Pretty chill guy rubbing his sleepy eyes 🥰

He wears the glove up until he gets in bed

Sets it on the nightstand like a pair of glasses

You will NEVER see him walking around in his comfy clothes. Engi is very self conscious outside of his uniform and he gets nervy when exposed

Curls up in a little ball

Honk shmhshsmshs honk shsmsmshsmsms

Demo

A variety!

Naked, boxers, basket ball shorts and shirt combo, the man is full of surprises

Can pass out anywhere

There have been a few mornings where he wakes up with a horrible hangover and is lost in the New Mexican desert

If he isn’t trudging back to base at 7 am he’s having fitful sleep until his alarm goes off

Unless he is drunk Demo is a very light sleeper!! He uses alcohol as a sleeping aid

Wakes up to thunder piss around 1 am

Heavy

He sleeps ready to run. An adolescence consumed by war shapes a man, and Heavy will never sleep without knowing his shoes are next to the bed

Sleep shorts or jammie pants and a shirt

He dislikes the sensation of a sheet against his back and so almost exclusively sleeps with a shirt on

Only exception is after sex because he likes skin to skin afterwards 😃😄 emotional connections!

A light and deep sleeper. Bro will be in the most restful slumber but if you walk past his room his eyes flash open and his body tenses hard af

Restless leg syndrome

Can sleep sitting up (it lowkey scares literally everyone because why does he do that???)

Genuinely wakes up refreshed

Medic

Fleece pajamas and he does button them

Or boxers and a t shirt/tank top but he PREFERS his fancy fashions

Keeps fuzzy slippers next to the bed but will never wear them out of the medbay

He made tiny accessories for his doves, including a cute little night cap!!

He has a bedtime routine for his doves and does it nightly. He feeds them, coos them, holds every single one and gives a little smooch, and then bedtime

Will fucking kill you if you wake him up without good reason

Scout comes into the medbay with a serious wound? He’s like a dad when their kids is in the door way “i frew up”

Soldier and Demo drunkenly stumble in and are fucking around? Medic chews their ass nasty style

Straight up disrespectful if his sleep is messed

Spy

Satin pajamas

At least a shirt. He prefers to he covered

Spy dressed modestly and it needs more discussion. I also think he is secretly shy AND I WILL ELABORATE LATER

It’s giving sorrowful sleeper

He goes over every life mistake each night before bed. Really tears himself up before he falls alseep

The night is when he thinks about Scout’s ma the most. And the fact he abandoned a child but he represses that a bit more

He was very afraid of the dark as a kid and still always sleeps with a layer on for protection

can’t sleep without a fan going for noise

He can stay awake for a long time. Like, a really long time. But unlike Medic or Engineer or even Sniper, Spy is NOT productive when staying up

Stares at a wall with a befallen look when he changes into his pjs

Holds a pillow

Sniper

Sleeps with a white beater and boxers

Or completely naked

Or in his work clothes if he’s tired enough

Sniper sleeps like a new mom. Anytime he can, he will, and he is deeply paranoid

Look man, weird shit happens in the outback. There’s a reason aboriginal peoples are warded as fuck against evil in the bush. Sniper is constantly on the look out, even at night

Brother fears the sandwalkers fr

He sleeps much better with someone else nearby. They don’t have to be in bed with him but the presence feels safer. Less vulnerable to predators

A notoriously light sleeper. Wakes up constantly and is always a bit exhausted

Has dreams that are warning him of days to come and unlike Soldier he takes that shit SERIOUSLY

[lieslab]

Just come home

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Pairing: Han X gn reader

Summary: Being overweight, you're constantly fighting an internal battle and this time, your boyfriend confronts you.

Genre: Comfort/hurt

Word Count: 2.1K

Eating disorder resources

Trigger warning: Mentions of weight, implied eating disorder, body insecurities, low self-esteem, brief mention of diets, not eating, and meanspo

A/N: I feel like this isn't enough requestee. I literally need to grab your face and physically comfort you. I need to tell you that things will be okay and just because you look a certain way, it doesn't mean people secretly dislike you. The people that really love you will be there no matter what.

Comparison will destroy you in this life if you let it. Love will find you and despite whatever you think, you still deserve to eat good food. That goes for all of you, you are worthy of food, no matter what you look like. Please take care of yourselves <3

_ _ _

In this life, a body is everything. Every shape, every size, and every way the clothes sit. Do they hang or are they tight? Should a body have curves or be thin enough to see the rib cage? To have a body is beautiful, but too many people tend to forget that. 

The comments and whispers from people. The poor self-perception that you drown in when you see the mirror. The way the fat in your body lays in the wrong spots. The stomach that juts out and the flab on the end of your arms that hangs. There is always something and lately, it just felt like you were a victim of your own body. 

Everyone deserves to feel comfortable in their body, but when was the last time that you truly felt valid when you looked in the mirror? When was the last time that you realized the shirt you were wearing was cute? When was the last time you liked the way your face looked when you smiled? The roundness was something to be embraced instead of hated. 

Has there ever been a swell of gentleness within you? Had you ever wrapped yourself in a hug and reminded yourself that you were worthy of things, even when your brain pushed those thoughts away because of the way you looked? If it were anyone else, you’d remind them that they were loved. 

It didn’t matter if there was extra fat upon their hip bones or if their stomach pushed out over their waistline. Nobody deserves to be hated for how they look. Change can always occur and while change happens, people don’t have to hate themselves. They can embrace their flaws and yet, when you looked in the mirror, your flaws were all you could see. 

The way the shirt curled around your stomach. The way your chest looked wrong. Every time you shifted an arm, so much fat shifted with it. Your neck was too big and your face was too round. Your collarbone was invisible and when was the last time you saw it?

Taking photographs and going out, it seemed impossible like this. Insecurities clouded your head and they were all you could think about. You were a painting gone wrong. Your body was flawed and nobody could save you from your internal combustion. 

The numbers on the scale were all you thought about and you were toying with a deadly game. What was the quickest way to lose weight? The easiest? How long could you go without eating? How fast could the scale drop the numbers? You just wanted to shrink. 

Clothes shopping was a nightmare. When you went out and finally found your size, you expected it to fit, but the dressing rooms were always full of tears. Shirts didn’t cover the bottom of your stomach. The fabric was too tight around the top of your arms. 

Pants only went up so far and wouldn’t tug up over your thighs. Maybe you could get them on and just when you thought you had the perfect pair, the button wouldn’t button. The zipper wouldn’t go up any higher and you were left defeated. 

Your body was a tomb and you were a soul waiting on the next one. Maybe the next body would be smaller. Maybe you’d be able to see your collarbone and your wrists would be dainty. You would be able to wear the necklace without the necklace extender. 

In the next life, if you were lucky, your insecurities wouldn’t force you into long sleeves in the uncomfortable heat. You wouldn’t have to hide in baggy pants and oversized t-shirts. Your shape would be something to show off and not something that felt like you had to hide.

They say embrace insecurities, but at this weight, it was impossible. Shame filled your body and your bones. The whispers of doctors warning about higher risks of diseases laced your ears at night. The embarrassment at the doctor’s office when they weighed you steered you away from routine checkups. 

Lately, you couldn’t be bothered to go outside. You pulled away from your friends and the things you tried to enjoy, you couldn’t do it anymore. You were silent about your struggles, but you were crumbling inside. Everything was being torn apart and there was nothing that you could do. 

And lately, your boyfriend was starting to notice it. The first time he noticed you pulling away from a kiss, he thought he did something wrong. A frown sat on Han’s face and he watched you disappear with confusion in his eyes. 

Did he say something wrong? Were you realizing he was flawed? Did he do something that made you feel like you weren’t good enough? 

And then you pulled away from him when the two of you were in bed spooning. You rolled away, mumbling that it was too hot and you didn’t want to cuddle, but the two of you always cuddled. Hurt filled his heart and he mumbled an agreement as he turned his back to you, still wondering what he did wrong. 

The third time, you pulled away from him, the two of you were outside. You were holding hands and heading to a nearby cafe. Occasionally, the two of you would indulge in a sweet treat and an evening walk. That night turned into one of those nights, but you let go of his hand. 

Instead of walking beside him on the sidewalk, you let go of his hand and moved behind him. He reached back for your hand, but you pulled away and mumbled something about how the sidewalk felt too big for the both of you, but he didn’t understand. The two of you always walked side-by-side on the sidewalk, so what was wrong? 

And that’s when he began pulling away from you. He didn’t have the courage to try to ask you what was wrong. He knew it deep down, you probably found someone better. Maybe he was too much and you couldn’t take it anymore. 

Every day that passed, it seemed like the two of you were playing some sort of game. Time was ticking and he was waiting for you to pull the plug. He waited for the call at work and he checked for a break up text, but it never came. 

“Hyung, are you sure they’re not struggling with something?” 

It was Felix that caused him to snap out of his daze at work. He was feeling down and Felix noticed it first. When Han began describing your behavior, Felix began to worry, not about Han, but about you. Han’s behavior had been perfectly normal, but yours was so unlike you. 

Felix’s words haunted his head all day and when he got home, he couldn’t stand it. You were scrolling through your phone when he got home. Desperation hit its peak with you and it took your mentality to the darkest corners of the internet. 

Pinterest boards with skinny bodies and dainty fingers. Faceless photos of people that you wanted to look like. All the outfits you wanted to recreate when you finally reached your goal weight. The hairstyles you’d try and all the trips and adventures you’d indulge in once you were finally camera ready. 

Hundreds and hundreds of meanspo quotes. Every time you thought about cheating on your diet, they appeared in your brain. You were training yourself to deny food, even when your body needed it to survive; a soldier turning the gun on themselves in the front line of a war. 

“We need to talk.” 

Han’s words sent fear vibrating through your body. As you turned off your phone and looked up, your heart sank. He’d finally seen you like you saw yourself, you just knew it. Tonight would be the night he’d pack up his items and leave. 

You sat on the plush couch paralyzed by that fear. You couldn’t speak, so you were forced to listen as he spoke. You held your breath and waited and waited and waited, but it never came. 

“Um, listen.” Han began to pace upon the beige carpet, unable to meet your eyes. “I just want to ask if you’re okay. I-I’m starting to think that maybe I did something wrong and maybe I hurt your feelings somehow.” 

“And if I did, I’m really sorry. It feels like you’re pulling away from me and I-I don’t like that. I love you,” he nervously glanced up and then looked back down. “I love you a lot and if there’s something I can do to fix that, I-” 

“What?” Your voice came out hoarse and your eyes clouded with tears. 

“I don’t know. You just… you just seem like you don’t love me anymore. Over these past two weeks, you seem different and I need to know if it’s me.” He walked over towards you and slumped to his knees. His hands found yours and he gently squeezed them. 

“If it’s me, please tell me what I did. I don’t like the way you’re acting lately. I don’t want to see you so detached and so quiet. I miss you so much.” 

You couldn’t see him as tears fell from your cheeks. You sucked in a deep breath and wiped away your tears. “It’s not you. It’s not that I don’t love you, I swear.” 

“Then what is it?” 

“I don’t love me.” 

“What?” 

“Look at me, Han. Truly and seriously look at me! I look like a whale!” A lump formed in your throat, but you kept going. “How are you not embarrassed to be around me? To be photographed with me? To be seen around me? I’m almost double your size and-” 

His head shook frantically and he squeezed your hands again. “Baby, no. Don’t say that about yourself. Is that how you see yourself? Sweetheart, no.” 

“Shut up!” You snapped angrily. You ripped your hands away and stood up. He jerked backwards and stared at you with wide eyes. 

“Look at me! How can you even love me when I look like this? You should be ashamed of me! I don’t look right! Look at this body!” 

It killed him. Something inside of him broke. Through the ways of the twisted world and through your self-hatred, you couldn’t see how he viewed you. You couldn’t see how much he loved you and it cut his heart straight in two. 

He scrambled to his feet and reached out. Gently, he cupped your cheeks in his hands. “I never want to hear yourself talk about that way ever again. Not a peep. You are one of the most beautiful people that I have ever laid my eyes upon and I will do whatever it takes to make you understand that.” 

“If I didn’t love you, if I didn’t like the way you looked, I’d never be with you.” Your face scrunched up as he went on. “But I’ll always love you. If you choose to lose weight or even if you gain more, I will continue to love you.” 

“We’re in a relationship and your struggles are also my struggles. How many times have you told me that?” His eyes searched yours desperately. He leaned forward and pressed the warmth of his forehead against yours. 

“So why-” His voice cracked. “If you’re struggling with this so much, why didn’t you bring it up? Why did you suffer in silence for so long?” 

“Because I’m so afraid that if you really see me for how I look, you’ll leave,” you finally whispered. 

“Never. I see you every day. I try to hold you every day, but I really haven’t been able to do that for the past two weeks. Do you want the truth? The truth is that I miss you. I miss you so much.” 

“I miss holding your hand and being near you. I miss grabbing your cheeks and gently squishing them as I kiss you. I miss falling asleep to the scent of your shampoo and I miss holding you.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

He pulled away, shook his head, and gently wiped away your tears. “Don’t be sorry, just please let me love you. Let me hold you and if you want to cry about this in my arms, go ahead. If you need to scream, do it. Just please, stop shutting me out. I don’t want to lose you.” 

“I don’t deserve you,” you whispered. 

“You’ll always deserve me and so much more. I’ll always want you. I’ll always want your body. Do you know what you are for me? You might be a person, but to me, you’re not just that. Baby, you’re my home.” 

Entirely defeated from the emotional weight of the conversation, you didn’t fight as he tugged you to the couch. He sat down and pulled you on top of him. His arms wrapped around your body and you buried your face into the side of his neck. 

Back where you belonged, he internally reminded himself to text Felix and thank him later. 

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"Special and unique"

(CHAPTER 3)

The following days after your ninth birthday, you spent time locked in your room again, still quite sad and disappointed with how things had turned out.

You tried, you really did... You tried your best. That day, you tried to dress up enough to be a little cute, you went to pick Tim up yourself, and you waited until late at night for Bruce so he could come and eat cake with you. But in the end... Nothing you did was enough. You ruined things with Tim, and your father still didn't give you any of his time, even on your birthday.

What did you do wrong? You... You just wanted them to look at you with something other than anger or disgust. You just wanted them to be a real family to you.

Because... Mom's gone, your aunt and cousins aren't here either, you feel... alone. You want someone by your side, someone to tell you everything will be okay, that they love you and will take care of you. Someone who can comfort you every time you cry again because you miss your mother. But Bruce doesn't do that, much less Tim. Now you know that... You can't expect warmth from them; maybe they're too different from a little girl like you who's just looking for comfort and affection.

"Okay..." you sigh softly, finally starting to get out of bed. You can't stay locked up here forever, right? Even if you still feel a little bad, that doesn't mean you can't get better, even if it's just a little.

As you held Toti in your arms again... Your gaze focused on the mirror in the room, observing the reflection of your own appearance. You moved a little closer.

"Ah... Why do I keep looking like this? I really do seem like a nuisance, just like Tim said," you muttered to yourself, your voice trembling slightly as you looked at your messy appearance in the mirror... And now, you focused on looking at the reflection of your own eyes.

"Mis ojos... ¿Tal vez son demasiado raros? Son... ¿Feos? " You shuddered slightly at the thought, a shiver of fear running down your spine. "Maybe... Dad and Tim don't like my eyes? That's why they don't like me..."

You gritted your teeth slightly, not wanting your eyes to be the reason they don't approach you, but if they are... You should fix it then.

Without thinking twice, you grab a pair of scissors and... You start cutting some of your hair, creating bangs long enough to hide your eyes a bit. And, since you definitely don't know much about this, you just do your best, but your cut definitely isn't perfect.

"This... It'll be okay, right?" you smile to yourself as you look in the mirror. Now, your eyes are a little more hidden by the strands of hair covering your forehead, and a bit of your eyes too. So... Maybe now Dad will have time to talk to you, right? Maybe now Tim won't look at you with anger and disgust.

Shortly after your new change, feeling happier you decide to leave your room, running to the kitchen with the intention of showing Alfred your new change.

However, the bangs didn't allow you to see very well, so without realizing it, you ended up colliding with someone.

He gently takes your arm, keeping you from falling. When you look up, you find yourself staring into his face: he has beautiful blue eyes and black hair. You're thrilled when you recognize him—he's Dick, Bruce's oldest adopted son. You finally get to meet him.

You apologize for bumping into him, smiling brightly. You try to say more. You wanted to tell him your name and say you're happy to meet him, but then... He just pulls away from you, tries to smile kindly, and tells you he's busy, and that you can talk another time.

You watch him leave, feeling a pang of disappointment in your chest. But you shake your head, trying to shake off that feeling of disappointment. He... At least he was nice, right? He smiled at you and said he'd talk to you later, which means he doesn't dislike you. It means he doesn't dislike you. Excellent! That's a good start, you thought to yourself.

You went to Alfred and told him about your 'pleasant' first encounter with Dick. You told him excitedly, and he smiled, glad that at least Dick hadn't completely ignored you upon meeting you.

A few more days passed. Now you seemed happier, and you left your room more often, walking calmly through the mansion's long hallways regularly. This was because you realized that by going out and walking through the mansion, you were more likely to run into a family member and thus be able to get closer to one of your siblings.

Plus, after your first encounter with Dick, your hopes of getting along with the family members increased. You believed that if you tried, they might like you. Then, Tim and Bruce might forget your mistakes from past encounters and be nice to you too, and you'd be able to get along with everyone here... Your biggest dream.

Today, it almost seemed like there was a meeting in the kitchen, there were Bruce, Alfred, Tim, Dick and Barbara.

Alfred had mentioned Barbara to you, telling you that she was close to the family, so you might see her here at the mansion sometime soon. And that day was today.

You sigh softly, putting on your best expression as you walk into the kitchen. As you enter, Alfred smiles at you, and he introduces you to Barbara.

She just nods slightly, seeming completely uninterested and indifferent to you. You tense a little at the realization, and then you look over at the others, and realize that Tim, Dick, and Bruce aren't paying attention to you either. They're talking amongst themselves, completely ignoring you, as if you weren't even there... Alfred notices this, but before he can say anything, you stop him.

"Okay, Alfred... I have to go, I'll go back to my room" you smile slightly, trying to look calm as you turn and leave the kitchen.

When you reach your room, you close the door behind you. You sink to the floor, your eyes filling with tears once again.

Why... Does it seem like no one cares about you? Why do your brothers and your dad seem so indifferent toward you? They don't even look at you, not even once!

You grit your teeth. This time, what you feel is anger... Bruce doesn't see you. You're his daughter, but in the time you've been here, it seems like you don't even exist to him. Tim ignores you too, not to mention how hostile he was last time, even pushing you away. And Dick... He promised he'd talk to you later, but it's been days since that, and even when you saw him at the mansion again, he kept saying the same thing: "Sorry, kiddo. I'm busy. We can talk another time." No matter how much you insisted, he would just... Look away and say goodbye to you with a fake, kind smile on his face. And now... It seems Barbara will be as indifferent to you as they are.

It's not fair... You just wanted them to look at you at least once. And all you get is... Disdain, false promises, being brushed aside like you're invisible. You're literally just a little kid looking for her 'family'... But maybe they don't even see you as part of their family.

So... When you look out the window, your eyes observe a small monarch butterfly entering your room, flying calmly until it reaches you, landing on one of your hands.

Your expression softens at the sight of the butterfly, remembering something...

You were six years old, you were in the garden of your house with your mother, she was watering the plants in the garden while singing a song, her voice was always so sweet.

As you walked behind your mother, the warm sun shone down on both of you while colorful flowers adorned the small garden.

Then, a monarch butterfly flew in, and stopped right over your nose, at first you let out a little yelp of surprise, scared by the unexpected butterfly on your nose.

Your mother turned around when she heard you, and seeing your scared expression because of the butterfly she couldn't help but laugh slightly, but she quickly approached, gently removing the butterfly from your nose.

"Tranquila... No tengas miedo, es solo una mariposa, no te hará daño" She said, comforting you with a sweet and soft tone, gently caressing your cheek.

"Además... ¿Sabías que ese tipo de mariposas solo se acercan a personas buenas? Se dice que se acercan únicamente a niñas tan lindas como tú, y que esas mariposas siempre están ahí para guiar y consolar" your mother explained, making you smile instantly.

You remember what she told you that time years ago. Seeing the butterfly brings a small smile to your lips.

Definitely... You know what your mom said about those butterflies was just to make you feel better, but... Right now it seems like what she said was true. Because... How is it possible that a butterfly like this was also here in Gotham? And it literally flew into your room, as if it had been looking for you all along.

"Mamá dijo que era algo bueno tener cerca a una linda mariposa como tú" You murmured softly, your expression friendly as you watched the tiny butterfly in your hand.

For some reason, the presence of that butterfly in your room brought you great relief, even more so because it reminded you of your mother. You almost completely forgot how you felt about the way you were treated here, focusing solely on the presence of that butterfly.

You talked to her for a bit, as if she could hear you. After a while, you finally said goodbye and let her fly out the window.

You were still smiling as you watched her leave, you really hoped to see her again soon.

That night was the first night in this mansion that you were able to sleep well, without crying, without nightmares, without worry, without pain... Without sadness.

For some reason, the relief and comfort you found in the presence of the monarch butterfly was quite similar to the relief and tranquility that only one person could bring you: your mother.

❦: (Here is the third chapter, I hope you liked it :D).

[fangirl-problems101]

“I Don’t Lose”

“Bakugo and l/n–you’re sparring partners today.”

Our favorite hothead finds himself being challenged by the most annoyingly sunshiny girl (literally) he’s ever laid eyes on

katsuki bakugo x fem!reader wc: ≈1.3k

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The sun filtered in gently through the windows, the air so still you could see the dust peacefully wafting by--until Bakugo.

"OI, MOVE IT, DUNCE FACE!"

You sighed. 'For a moment, it was quiet.' You didn't bother opening your eyes as you heard the chair behind you scrap across the floor, opting to simply face the window next to you and bask in the glorious sunshine.

It wasn't that you disliked Bakugo, but sometimes the yelling was a bit excessive. You looked down at your fingers, twirling some of the light around them.

'Sure he's easy on the eyes, but how does someone get through life this long by just being cranky all the time??'

"Whatcha thinkin' about, Y/N?" Pink hair and a big grin pulled you from your thoughts.

You laughed, spinning some of the sunshine into a thin rubberband and braiding a small fringe of Mina's hair, "Just about how I'd go crazy without your positivity, Mina."

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Something Y/N didn't realize was that she was constantly being watched by two ruby red eyes.

"Dude, you're lowkey stalking at this point." Denki whispered.

Bakugo snapped his gaze to the living battery, "Why don't ya shut your face instead of spewin' crap?"

Kirishima popped his head over Kaminari's shoulder, "Bakubro, he DOES have a point. Maybe you should just do the manly thing and ask her out!"

"Tch. Get yer eyes fixed, both of you."

They opened their mouths to argue when Aizawa slunk into the room and they hurried back to their seats.

"For this period, you'll be split into pairs of my choosing for sparring. Please keep damage to a minimum today." Bakugo's eyes couldn't help but flit back to you as the listings got rattled off.

'I wonder what the chances would be. She'd be too easy to beat, just throwing sparkles or someth--'

“Bakugo and l/n–you’re sparring partners today.”

Both you and Katsuki's eyes widened.

'Well crap.'

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Standing in front of him, you couldn't help the competitive urge starting to thrum inside your chest. 'I WANT to beat him, I want to show him I can stand my ground.'

"Don't go gettin' any big ideas, idiot."

"And why's that?" You pouted, but Bakugo saw that glint of mischief and determination in your eyes. He knew that look well, but what he didn't know was how his heart would start beating faster seeing it on you.

He scoffed, looking away with a slight pink tinge on his ears, "Because I'm only holding back enough to not cause major damage. Don't need ya crying all the way to that old lady and wasting her time."

"...so what I'm hearing is that the all-powerful and illustrious Murder God Explosion Lord-"

"That was an absolute freaking butchering of my-"

"-is scared, and holding back."

His eyes narrowed. It didn't matter how cute you were, NOW you've got his blood starting to simmer.

"Yer gonna eat those words, Twinkle Toes." He growled.

A wicked grin stretched your lips, "Oh, sweet thing, I think you don't even realize what you're up against. Because I don't lose."

And just like that, the dance began.

The room was filled with bursts of light and smoke, of yells and cries and growls. You were practically twirling around his attacks. You hadn't even begun to use your quirk, merely dodging and evading his own attacks and gleefully watching him get more and more riled up.

"STOP MOVING FOR ONE FREAKING SECOND!!"

The entire time, you never stopped smiling, and then you activated your quirk. Your abilities were practically the opposite of Tokoyami's. While he had 'revelery in the dark,' you had a friend in anything that emitted light--including Bakugo's explosions (and even Denki's electricity and Aoyama's sparkles).

You flicked your finger.

His palms quickly fizzled with smoke, the explosions instead drawing into your own hands. The flames were unpredictable, but still a light source, so it was fairly easy to manipulate. You opted for more of a fluid approach, the fire looking like a smooth stream of water circling your arms. He gritted his teeth and kept trying to land a hit, kick, spark, anything on you, but each time, it just flowed right to your growing flood of fire and light.

You fluttered your eyelashes, "Still think I'm gonna run off crying, Katsuki?~"

He stuttered to a stop, a deep red growing on his cheeks. An opening.

All the fire you had kept snatching from him now rushed at him, physically tangible and blindingly bright. It swept him up by the back of his collar, bound up his wrists, and had him pinned to the wall in a matter of seconds.

"And that," his wide-eyed stare snapped to you, "is checkmate, sweetheart." Your lips curled into the sweetest smile, blowing him a kiss and a wink.

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Needless to say, the poor boy was humiliated, yet very much impressed and even more in love and in awe. He grumbled about how you hadn't sparred fair and that he had taken it easy on you, opting to walk away kicking the ground instead of arguing things further.

'How on earth does someone look so gorgeous while completely destroying me?'

He dragged his hand over his face, replaying how bright your smile was and the gleam that never left your eye, how you genuinely were having fun while he was tripping over his own feet and looking like a complete idiot in front of you and everyone else.

Yeah he intended on taking it easy on you, but you definitely started to get under his skin when he quickly realized how difficult it'd be to land any sort of hit on you. Not that he wanted to hit you, he just had a reputation to uphold. That was hardly sparring! No counters, no blocks, just avoidance and twirling and your wonderful laugh...

He shook his head. 'Knock it off. That's exactly why you were caught so off-guard.' This wouldn't do. He'd need to spar more often with you so he could figure out how to get the upper hand and not be distracted anymore.

A soft knock sounded from his door.

Bakugo grumbled under his breath and trudged over, "I already told you, hair-for-brains, just-"

But it wasn't Kirishima at the door. Instead, he was peering down at a bashful, fidgeting you.

Your hands were fiddling with the hem of your shirt, eyes peaking up at him with a nervous smile. "H-hey..."

"What, come to gloat? It was dumb luck, you overgrown nightlight." He grunted, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorway. His voice had no real sting to it though, more of a soft poke.

"I actually came to apologize... I was kinda maybe a bit of a brat-"

He raised a brow, "Maybe?"

You glared up at him, "Lemme finish before I change my mind and start a lightshow in your room whenever you try going to bed at 8-freaking-pm, old man."

"M'kay."

"As I was saying," you cleared your throat. "I'm sorry. Even though it was fun, and honestly kinda cute, seeing you so lost."

"So is this your way of confessing?" His smirk slowly grew into a grin.

A chill crept up your spine as your jaw dropped and a furious blush bloomed on your cheeks, "WAIT NO THAT'S NOT-"

"Because I accept. You're welcome."

Heat exploded in your chest, "W-wait, hang on-"

He leaned down and cupped your cheek, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead (also trying to hide his own red face), "You're mine now, 'sweetheart.' If I were you, I'd get used to it."

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this is my first time writing anything on here! i haven't written in a while, so I'm pretty rusty🥲

sorry if he's a bit ooc😖 wanted a fic of Bakugo learning what it feels like to be awestruck and get beaten by someone he's head over heels for

[starcurtain]

I read your "PhaiDei isn't like other hoyo mlm pairs" posts and I'm so confused because I didn't see it in the main story. AT ALL. Like I'm the n⁰1 "please keep queerbaiting us hoyo, I understand there is censorship" and even then I only thought of them as friends?? I was literally playing through amphoreus and saying "omg they're besties :)" I don't know why this has happened. I have to rewatch the missions with the yaoi glasses on. What is wrong with me

My fav hoyo ship is xingyun and one thing they recently did is that they made Xingqiu explicitly blush because Chongyun was flattering him, which I found very cute and thought to bring up since you mentioned it in your post

I also have a personal problem with renheng because Dan heng has stated multiple times he wants to move on from his past and that he isn't the same person as dan feng (maybe he was, at first, but he certainly isn't now), but I also dislike it because enemies to lovers isn't my cup of tea and Blade left a terrible first impression regarding Dan Heng when I met him

Now that I think about it, maybe I didn't see PhaiDei when I played it for a similar reason I didn't see RenHeng (I was genuinely surprised they shipped them together bc they seem so toxic to me, and after reading a bit about it, I came to the conclusion of the last paragraph regarding that ship), and that is that I really want to smooch Phainon myself, maybe not as much as I want to smooch Dan Heng but... lol

Ha ha well wanting to keep the character for yourself mighttttt influence things, yes. 😂

As for not seeing Phaidei, may I ask what language audio you play in? I play in Chinese, but I was recently watching a friend stream in English and I was genuinely shocked at Mydei's voice acting. No hate to the voice actor at all, because I think he has a very fine voice, but I feel like the voice director must have told him to like... sound pissed all the time. I was genuinely so confused listening to the lines because the delivery in Chinese seems completelyyyyy different in many places, and it feels to me that English Mydei has a more aggressive vibe in a lot of scenes. Maybe this affected your read of the characters a bit, if you play in English?

Love me some Xingyun, very cute ship. I was surprised by them adding the blush in the recent event! I think they were able to "get away with it" so to speak because the Traveler was there too; they can use the Traveler as their plausible deniability. But that scene was definitely grade A+ Xingyun bait, for real for real. (And the scene where Xingqiu said he'd have to run away to Chongyun's house and stay for weeks. I was like, "Sir, that's called eloping" lmao).

I fully respect your opinion on Renheng; "you ruined my life and I'm not over it" is definitely not a dynamic for everyone. My opinion is the dead opposite though, funnily enough; I love Renheng! ...But I tried to care about Yingxing/Dan Feng and I just have zero interest in it at all. I think I'm the only one in the entire fandom that prefers Renheng to Yingfeng lol. Enemies to lovers is my jam, although I can definitely see why not everyone likes it.

May your account be blessed with lots of Phainon to blow smooches to in the future!

[neowonderland]

kidnapping renjun pleasee he’s so cute i need him traumatized

Sorry it took me a while to get out! Hope you enjoy my first Renjun fic and thanks for the request! Here it is:

Pairings: Camboy! Renjun x Reader Warnings: 18+, smut, noncon or dubcon, stalking, kidnapping, drugging Wc: 0.6k

Your obsession with your newfound camboy isn’t exactly subtle. 

Renjun is the prettiest man you’ve ever seen, his body so elegant and pretty, his face looking like an angel, paired with his soft voice and pretty cock, you think he’s perfect. 

You have hard drives upon hard drives of Renjun. It’s neatly organized, separated into different folders: Renjun’s entire streams, favorite moments of Renjun’s streams, risque pictures of Renjun he sends out on his Twitter, and then pictures he posted on his Instagram. You’ve proudly never missed a stream, always finding yourself on his page, absentmindedly checking his schedules. And you’re his top donor, too, splurging on the pretty boy in front of the camera, spending hundreds upon thousands to have him say your name as he cums.

And those streams, clips, photos, those interactions are enough to satisfy your craving for him at the beginning, but with enough time, you start wanting more. 

You want to get to know your favorite camboy, you want to know his dislikes, his likes– you want to know everything you can about him, what he fears, what he wants, what he hopes for. And so you start digging. 

You find his hometown. You find his old school, his awkward yet cute yearbook photos from when he was young. You find his personal Instagram account along with his personal Twitter account, finding out he’s a college student struggling to pay his tuition. He had started streaming as a way to pay for it, but college is expensive, and bills are high. You find his current neighbor, then the apartment he currently lives in, a shabby place in an unsafe area with cheap rent, unfit for someone like him. 

And so you formulate a plan, a plan to rescue Renjun from his current circumstances. He’d be safe and happy living with you, in a modest place, in a safer area, away from everything that could harm him. He wouldn’t have to worry about the bills, since you’d be the one covering them. He would never have to lift a finger with you here; his only job is to sit still and look pretty.

 Renjun is a fighter when you take him, refusing your help even when he could no longer walk in a straight line, slurring the words “no” and “I’m okay” as you offered to help take him back home. He tries his best to fight you off as you drag him into the back seat of your car, preparing to drive away. 

But Renjun looks so tempting like this, eyes droopy and slurring his words in the backseat of your car, so helpless and vulnerable as he pleads with you to let him out. You’re a person with needs after all, and your body was screaming for Renjun. 

Renjun doesn’t try to fight it when you take his length out of his pants, the drugs fully taking effect and rendering him completely at your mercy. He’s soft, like you expected, and you have to pump him to full mast before you can finally ride him. 

You can feel yourself getting aroused as you move your hands up and down his length, feeling his cock harden and come to life as you continued to work on it. It felt nice, made you feel powerful, like Renjun was enjoying this and getting aroused from what you were doing to him. You could see him biting his lip, trying not to make a sound as you pleasured him. 

When he finally slips inside your welcoming heat, you can see his eyes roll into the back of his head, his eyelids fluttering as he feels you around him. And when you start to bounce up and down, he lets out little choked-out moans, seemingly lost in the pleasure. One of his hands even tries to move to your hips, almost as if he wanted to help guide you while riding him. 

And when he finally comes with a high-pitched moan, watery eyes glazed over, cum spurting into you, you decide he’s the prettiest like this, fucked out and ruined. 

[bestanimal]

Round 2 - Chordata - Myxini

(Sources - 1, 2, 3, 4)

The Myxini, commonly called “hagfish”, “slime eels”, or even “snot snakes”, is the most simple class of vertebrates. They have one order, the Myxiniformes, and 3 families.

Hagfish have a cartilaginous skull but no vertebral column, though they do have rudimentary vertebrae. They also have tooth-like structures composed of keratin. Species range from 4 cm (1.6 in) to 127 cm (4 ft 2 in) long. They have elongated, worm-like bodies, and paddle-like tails. The skin is naked and loose, attached only along the center ridge of the back and at the slime glands. They have simple eyespots which only detect light, six or eight barbels around the mouth, and a single nostril. Their jaws move horizontally rather than vertically like other vertebrates, projecting two pairs of horny, comb-shaped tooth plates that grasp food and pull it into the mouth. They are marine predators and/or scavengers.

Hagfish are most well-known for their defense mechanism: releasing copious amounts of slime from specialized mucous glands in their skin. The slime reacts to seawater, expanding to 10,000 times its original size in 0.4 seconds. This slime is flexible, more durable and retentive than the slime excreted by any other animals. If a predator is not deterred by the sudden mouthful of slime, hagfish can also tie themselves into a knot to scrape more slime off of their bodies, wiggling free from their captor while its gills are clogged. Hagfish will also use this traveling knot behavior to clean themselves of any excess mucous.

Very little is known about hagfish reproduction. They are split into males and females, with females usually outnumbering males. Depending on species, females lay from 1 to 30 tough, yolky eggs. The eggs stick together with velcro-like tufts at either end. They do not have a larval stage and hatch as miniature adults.

The oldest-known stem group hagfish are known from the Late Carboniferous, with modern forms first being recorded from the mid-Cretaceous.

Propaganda under the cut:

Hagfish thread keratin, the protein that make up their slime filaments, is under investigation as an alternative to spider silk for use in applications such as body armor.

Hagfish slime threads can also be used as ultra-strong fiber for clothing.

Hagfish skin, used in a variety of clothing accessories, is usually referred to as "eel skin". It produces a particularly durable leather used for wallets and belts.

Remember this?

In 2017, a truck carrying 7,500 pounds of live hagfish got into a road accident on U.S. Highway 101. The aggravated hagfish then released enough slime to cover the road and nearby cars. Horror movie situation tbh.

But why were several tons of hagfish being shipped in a truck? Well, they were on their way to Korea for seafood purposes. Yeah. They are eaten in Korea and Japan.

Hagfish have a sluggish metabolism and can survive months between feedings; this is likely due to the scarcity of food on the seafloor. When food is present, such as a dead whale, they can go into a feeding frenzy.

Here I am listing all these ways that humans use them, but hagfish are also an important part of the deep sea ecosystem. Plus… I think they’re cute and I too wish I could produce a bunch of slime when I don’t want people to touch me. I mean, Howl in “Howl’s Moving Castle” does it and people love him, so…

[vrystalius]

hello!!!! i hope you’ve been enjoying my boops 😔✋ also, i wanted to ask if you could do a akaza halloween post where you’re celebrating it with him 😚 thank youuu

Celebrating Halloween with Akaza

He felt like a doll, being dressed up and dragged along for the sake of your candy hunting. You’re lucky he loves you.

Pairing: Akaza x gn!reader

His whole face scrunched together in an attempt to not sneeze right at your face while you were padding setting power all over his face. After you finished, Akaza let out a couple of coughs and wanted to scratch his cheek, but you slapped his hand away. You just beautifully covered the blue stripes on your boyfriend’s face and added lots of cute blush, some stars and hearts, making him look all pretty. You even bought some pink mascara for his lashes, but the nasty look he gave you after presenting it to him was enough to not use it on him. Perhaps next year.

Akaza didn’t plan on joining you on your hunt for candy, instead keeping an eye on you from the safety of the rooftops, following you from up there and watching you have fun, but after begging and begging for hours, he finally gave into being dressed up. He refused to even touch any of the princess dresses you offered to him but tolerated wearing his signature pink haori and some pink baggy pants you gave him. After crowning him with a cheap, plastic tiara and changing into your own costume, you dragged your boyfriend by his arm to go out and get candy. Akaza was silently brooding the whole time, trailing behind you while also keeping a small distance. He was acting like he doesn’t want to be associated with you while also following behind you like a puppy.

He glared at every child and adult that stared at him for too long, balling his fists together and using you as a human shield to hide himself to be further stared at. You concluded that your trip to gather candy should be cut short, or else Akaza might get agitated or overstimulated by being around all these humans, his costume might adding to his embarrassment further.

You sat him down in your bathroom and wiped all the make-up away, him groaning loudly after finally being able to touch his own face normally again. He patted his cheeks lightly, feeling around for different textures. Glancing in the mirror, Akaza checked the mirror for the his stripes and checked if they’re all still there (where should they even go? You’re not sure how he got the idea of loosing his stripes by putting make-up on top of them).

“I don’t like Halloween. It’s stupid. Humans use the holiday as an excuse to send children out for candy.”

Halloween used to be celebrated to scare evil spirits away— now that you’re thinking about it, dressing him up and going outside to collect candy did manage to agitate Akaza to the point of wanting to leave and never return. He was not impressed by the amount of candy you managed to gather. His humiliation is not worth one sad pile of it. As some sort of compensation, your boyfriend rested his head on your thigh while you sat on your bed and sorted your treasures, relaxing against you and watching your hands hold sweets and inspecting them one by one.

Akaza stayed the whole night and held you in his arms, until you finally fell asleep after calming down from your sugar-rush. Although he dislikes Halloween and hates being dressed up even more, your boyfriend liked spending time with you, however you may want to spend it. Even if it is to practice your make-up skills on his face.

💠

I enjoyed your boops very much, I evil and super booped at you almost everytime you did I think! Also, I sadly won’t be able to write the request you send in a month ago (about Nicole from class 09) since I am not familiar with the character or the media, and after reading through her wiki, I found out that she is quite the complex character :,) I am so sorry! I hoped you enjoyed this though. This is the last Halloween post I’ll make, I promise! XD This just was too nice to pass up on!

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough <3

Take care of yourselves!

[luciemggio]

The Secretary

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Original Female Character (Val’s Secretary)

Setting: Thunderbolts* HQ, post-The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

Pairing: Thunderbolts* Bucky Barnes x freader

Warnings: mention of cancer, mention of death, fluff

Bucky Barnes didn’t like being handled. And working under Valentina Allegra de Fontaine felt a lot like being on a short leash held by a woman who liked to yank it just to prove she could.

So when she introduced her new secretary with a smug little smirk—“Everyone, meet Y/N. She’ll be keeping you all from missing your mandatory check-ins and imploding with testosterone”—Bucky had prepared himself to dislike her.

Y/N was nothing like what he expected. She was precise, organized, patient, and frustratingly kind. She made a habit of remembering everyone’s favorite coffee orders, slipped mints into their combat packs because “stress gives you bad breath,” and had a surprisingly dark sense of humor that made even Ghost laugh once.

But she didn’t take shit, either. When Walker snapped at her during a debrief, Y/N cut him off with a calm, “You can either yell at me or finish your report. I don’t multitask tantrums.”

He’d complied. Begrudgingly. Respectfully.

Y/N earned her place not by muscle or manipulation, but by showing up—every day, prepared, collected, unshaken by the chaos around her. They were trained killers, most of them, carrying enough baggage to sink a fleet. She held her own with a smile, a pen, and a folder full of accountability.

It started small. A glance. A shared joke. A moment of stillness in a world of motion.

Bucky didn’t know what made him stop by her desk the first time after hours. Maybe it was the light still glowing from her office. Maybe it was the way she always looked up when he passed, as if she was expecting him. Or maybe he was just looking for excuses.

“You know,” he said, leaning on the doorframe, “you don’t have to stay late every night.”

She looked up from her screen, a pencil tucked behind one ear. “Neither do you.”

He smiled despite himself. “Touché.”

She leaned back, stretching her arms overhead. “You ever think we’re the only normal ones here?”

Bucky barked a laugh. “I’ve killed people with my bare hands, Y/N.”

“And I schedule their dental appointments,” she replied dryly. “We’re both monsters in our own way.”

They grew closer in increments.

A lunch shared in the break room. A conversation about music—her playlist was full of vinyl-era blues and Motown. A quiet moment during a mission prep where he adjusted the scarf around her neck, the brush of his fingers lingering longer than it should have.

Yelena was the first to tease him about it.

“You like her,” she said one day, without looking up from cleaning her knife. “You get soft around her. Like a pudding.”

“I don’t get soft,” he grumbled.

“You do,” she said, then smirked. “It’s cute. You look less haunted.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, but he didn’t deny it.

He knew things were changing.

One night, during a routine recon debrief, Bucky found Y/N alone in the comms room. She was curled up on a chair, hair messy, fingers wrapped around a half-empty mug.

“You okay?” he asked quietly.

She nodded, then hesitated. “Just tired. My brother used to call around this time. He passed away last year. Cancer.”

Bucky crossed the room without thinking, sitting beside her. “I didn’t know.”

“I don’t talk about it much.”

They sat in silence. Not the awkward kind. The kind that holds weight. When she leaned her head on his shoulder, he didn’t move.

“I don’t sleep much,” he said finally. “Too many dreams.”

“Yeah,” she murmured. “Me too.”

It changed after that.

He found himself watching her more. Listening harder when she spoke. Noticing the little things—how she always wore perfume that reminded him of wildflowers, how her fingers drummed nervously when she was reading something tense, how she always offered comfort without expecting it back.

And when she touched his arm after a rough mission—just a hand, steady, grounding—something cracked in him.

He wanted her. But more than that, he trusted her. That was rarer. And scarier.

One night, after a mission that went sideways and left Bucky bruised and silent, she found him in the training room.

“I brought soup,” she said, holding up a container. “It’s chicken. Homemade.”

He looked at her, tired and raw. “You cook?”

“I do a lot of things,” she said softly. “And you haven’t eaten.”

He took the soup. Sat beside her on the mat. Ate in silence.

When he finished, she smiled a little. “See? Pudding.”

He stared at her. Then reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Her breath hitched.

“Y/N.”

She looked up at him, eyes wide and heart hammering in her chest

“I think I’m falling for you.”

She didn’t laugh. Didn’t look away. Just whispered, “Then fall.”

And he did. God only knows how bad he fell for her and how she fell for him too.

[84reedsy]

The Friend Date: Pt 2

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2239

Characters: Kevin Nash, Scott Hall, Brooklyn (FemOC)

Pairings: Kevin Nash/FemOC

Warnings: Smut, cursing, consensual infidelity

Missed part 1? Catch up here! The Friend Date

Tags: @suckdizkit 😘 @rose-bliss

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As Scott had predicted, Kevin and Brooklyn's relationship improved. They weren't constantly trading snide remarks, the contention was gone. It was a welcome relief, Scott no longer felt the anxiety he’d had knowing Kevin would stop by.

He honestly didn't mind nor felt any jealousy over what had happened, Brooklyn hadn’t been explicit with details, but he knew enough to get the gist of the date. Kevin had let some details slip as well. Scott had never been much of a jealous guy and Brooklyn still had quite the appetite for him. He didn’t feel threatened and if anything…a pinch hitter wouldn’t have been a terrible idea in the first place.

Kevin came over more often now that he wasn’t irritated or menaced by Brooklyn’s presence. He didn’t seek her out or seem to make it a point to see her - but clearly felt comfortable enough to spend more time around Scott, which he was thankful for.

Brooklyn didn’t know much about which basketball teams were playing, just that Kevin was coming over to watch the game with Scott. She had to assume one was Tennessee. She made sure both of their favorite beers were stocked in the fridge and even made a few snacks for them to munch on. Of all the sports, she disliked watching basketball on tv the most. Games in person were fun, but she would be watching baseball upstairs instead. Maybe she’d go for a swim. She didn’t impose much on their special male bonding time.

She tied on a bikini in case she decided to take a dip in the pool, topping it with a simple black cotton cover-up. She didn’t go out of her way to dress up or make herself attractive when Kevin visited, but she had to admit to her reflection that she looked pretty cute as she tied up her hair in a high ponytail.

“Not like I mind if he looks,” She mumbled to herself.

Their voices occasionally carried from the den as they disagreed with a call or cheered for the Tennessee Volunteers, Kevin’s alma mater. She sat at the counter, flipping through a magazine. The weather in Florida may have been beautiful, but a rain out in Chicago had changed her plans.

“Babe, do you mind bringing us two more?” Scott called from the den.

“Of course,” She answered back, marking her place on the page before grabbing two bottles from the fridge and opening them. She grabbed a third, opening it for herself as she carried the other two bottlenecks between her fingers.

She handed one to each man, who thanked her.

“Sure you don’t want to watch?” Scott invited her to sit down with them. She looked at the screen and shrugged.

“I guess, my game is delayed,” She plopped down next to Scott, lounging against his shoulder as he draped his arm around her.

“Who’s playing today?” Scott slowly swigged his beer.

“Hopefully the Cubs and the Brewers. If not they’ll switch to the Yankees,” She made a grimacing face, “How long has it been since you played for them, Kev?” she asked, gesturing toward the game, nudging his knee with her foot.

“Feels like forever,” He scoffed, “I guess it's been….” He thought, thinking the number had to be wrong, “20 years…”

“20 years, damn…I was just a baby,” She teased him more, “You guys really are old,”

“Hey now, I’m nearly a year older than him” Scott flicked his finger against her arm, “Watch it, girl,”

“And yet you both still act like 12 year old boys,” She taunted them.

“How the hell else do you expect me to keep up with you,” Scott’s voice deepened as he murmured in her ear. It made her shiver and he smirked at the reaction he was hoping for. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that Kevin glanced at her ass from where she was curled up on the couch, but looked away quickly.

She was fun to watch games with, she got involved vocally and understood the game at least. Though sometimes she was cheering for the wrong team with the orange of Syracuse confusing her occasionally.

Kevin took a long swig of his beer, emptying the bottle before standing, “Water bill,” He belched as he headed toward the hallway to the bathroom.

“Just so classy,” she joked, but her eyes followed him, suddenly remembering what he said he used to do every time he came over. She hadn’t noticed him excusing himself as much and it was his fourth beer, he could have actually needed to use the restroom. But something in her brain was telling her his departure was suspicious.

As if Scott read her mind, “Remember what you told me he said about jacking off all the time when he came over,” Scott looked toward the hallway, too.

“Yeah…but I haven’t seen him take off like he used to…I don’t think he’s been doing it still…” She deliberated the likelihood.

“...Why don’t you go check on him…” Scott suggested, doubting that she was right this time.

“Check on him?” She asked, incredulously, “What exactly do you want me to check? If his dick’s hard or not?”

“Would be a good start,” Scott shrugged, “Then you’ll know what to do…”

“Are you insinuating that I should do something with his dick if it is indeed hard?” she questioned with a sarcastic, accusing tone.

“You gonna sit there and tell me you haven’t thought about his dick since your date?” He vollied a playful accusation back at her, “You know he never told me much…but he said it really turned him on how wet you got for him,”

She felt that response already developing, squirming a little.

“Jesus Scott,” She rolled her eyes, “Like hell you’re not pimping me out to your friends,” She pinched his leg. After a moment, she huffed, but stood up as if irritated by the fact that she couldn’t resist the idea.

“Ow, damn girl!” He rubbed the spot on his leg, smirking as she stood, “Not at all…you’re just being a courteous host for your guests,” He teased as she shot him a warning glare over her shoulder, “Love you,” He called after her as she flipped him off in response.

Brooklyn walked as quiet as she could barefoot down the tiled hallway. The bathroom door was at the end of it, the light spilling onto the floor from underneath the closed door. She leaned her ear against it carefully, not hearing any noises or movements at first. But soon, a heavy, strained sigh made it through, a telltale sigh. The longer she listened the more subtle noises floated out.

She lifted her knuckles, knocking softly on the door, “Kevin?” She called softly, hoping to not startle him. She heard a whispered curse as he cleared his throat.

“Be right out,” Kevin tried to sound normal though his pulse was racing and he had worked himself up. He looked down at his pulsing shaft, interrupted from trying to rub one out. He hadn’t done this once since the date, but today she got to him. He imagined her in just the bikini earlier and that was enough to make him seek relief.

He felt his blood run cold as the knob to the door turned and it opened slowly. He quickly tried to conceal and put away his erection, but couldn’t manage to corral his monster member.

“Brooklyn, damn it,” He cursed as she slipped in the door and closed it behind her, “I said I’d be right out,”

“I kinda thought you didn’t do that anymore,” She gnawed on her lip, looking down at his cock, partially concealed by only his hand.

“Well, I hadn’t until today…” He said, annoyed at himself, “Do you mind?” He looked at the door, hoping she’d leave. He didn’t know what she was thinking, Scott was right down the hall.

“I don’t mind,” She said, but didn’t make a move to leave, “But I wouldn’t be a very good host if I didn’t take care of my guest,”

“What about Scott…” He asked, but his hand had already started to slowly move again.

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” She took a couple of steps towards him, “Something tells me I don’t think he’d mind,” Her eyes kept dropping to his large cock, remembering the intensity of it filling her.

“You don’t think so?” He was caring less and less about what Scott thought about it at all, “I think about our date a lot,” He admitted.

“Do you? Dinner was good,” She teased, approaching him. She replaced his hand with hers, stroking the rigid shaft slowly, “Dessert was even better,”

“Jesus, I need this,” He wheezed as he let her take over. He wanted something specific that he didn’t get last time, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask.

“Sit down,” She motioned to the edge of the tub, kneeling on the floor as if she were inside his head. Kevin let out a long, low moan as she slipped him in her warm mouth.

“That’s it, dirty girl, suck my cock,” He hissed as he slowly fucked her mouth back. His hand pressed her head downward, but she was already so eagerly trying to sink more of him in. He knew she’d never fit it all, it was physically impossible, but he was so turned on by her motivation, he nearly came. He gripped her hair and pulled her off his cock, her lips shining and her eyes teary, “Easy or you’ll choke to death on my dick,” He hummed at her.

He stood, slipping his shorts off, groaning as she stayed on her knees, greedily sucking on his balls. He was turned on more by her spirited enthusiasm. Feeling his balls tingling again, he pulled her up and perched her on the edge of the sink. Bad knees or not, he sunk to his in front of her, pushing up her dress and pulling the aqua fabric to the side.

“Jesus, yes, Kev, GOD YES,” She gripped against the counter, feeling his warm tongue sliding up and down her slit with a firm, quick force, “You lick my pussy so good, baby,” She whined, already wet from her own oral actions.

“Fuck I wanna make this pussy drip,” He growled against her aching clit. He slipped his tongue lower, fucking her with it as she writhed above him. He slipped his thumb over her clit, rubbing it roughly until she quickly came. He drank the wetness as it slid over his tongue, sucking her sensitive nub between his lips as she shuddered from the overstimulation.

“You did more than that,” She looked at him, her eyes half hooded, “Christ, I don’t know the last time I came so hard,”

Her words only enflamed his desire as he stood again, lifting her dress over her head and sliding her bikini top cups to the side. She leaned back just as he stepped between her legs and forced his cock into her aching cunt. She moaned loudly, letting her head fall back as he forced most of himself into her.

She gasped as he teased her threshold with insistent thrusts. She hugged her legs around his waist, whimpering as his hands groped her exposed chest, teasing and tugging at her peaking nipples. He slapped and gripped them tightly, making her suck her breath in sharply. He seemed to be in an abusive mood and she was game for it.

She looked down to see his cock stretching her pussy, shining with her juices as Kevin quickly

pumped into her. She reached down and massaged her clit, feeling an orgasm rushing forward.

“Cum on my dick, you dirty slut,” He seethed, his hand sliding up to her neck and wrapping around it. Her hands held onto his thick, flexed forearm as he shoved the last inch repeatedly in her. Her eyes rolled back as her pussy did indeed drip more wetness onto him.

She could breathe, but as she was on the edge of cumming again, she felt lightheaded, holding onto his arm desperately. She came as she felt his cock explode, physically at his complete control.

“FUCK! Yes yes yes…fill my pussy up,” She begged in a strained whimper.

Kevin hovered over her as he unloaded in her once again, his hair draped over her. He loosened his grip around her neck, his hand sliding slowly down her body. He felt the heat of his own seed surround his shaft in her sex, pumping short slow strokes as his release slowly waned.

Brooklyn winced a little as he withdrew slowly and he paused in concern.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked, his face etched with worry.

“No…no no no,” She reassured him, “You’re just…a lot,” She laughed a little as she tried to regain her composure.

Kevin leaned down to kiss her, surprisingly intense for post-orgasm.

“How the fuck is Scott not just inside of you all the time,” His husky voice mused as he pushed back into her a little, his hardness not lessening.

From the otherside of the closed door, Scott’s voice broke through their haze.

“Because sometimes my balls are literally dry because of her. I need you to come over more often,” Scott laughed as he walked away.

Kevin smiled, still hovering over her, “Oh, that can definitely be arranged,”

[hisui-dreamer]

Omg, rinna requests are open ^0^ (and don't worry, you can take as much time as you want) I'd like to request leona with a reader who plays a lot of sports and sucks at all of them 😀 (me. i mean me lmao) Have a great day 💕💕💕💕 AND I SAW YOUR ISEKAI JADE FIC I REFUSE TO SIMP FOR SLIMY EELS. WHY.

the chasing game

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x gn!reader

Synopsis: Leona's ego is a bit too strong, and oh dear, he thinks you have crush on him

Tags: fluff, misunderstandings (but they're cute), slight pining, leona is a tsundere

Word count: 707

Notes: my best friend and i had a lot of fun with this idea hehe, i hope you'll like it too hehe

Masterlist

Leona thinks you have some ulterior motive at first

why are you trying so hard at spelldrive??? you're not doing that well honestly

he finds no reason whatsoever you'd be so energetic when you're even performing that well

so he starts thinking... maybe you have an ulterior motive??

and somehow, probably because of his big ego he comes to the conclusion that you have a crush on him!!

after all, he is the captain of the spelldrive club

how else would you be able to get his attention?

in his mind, you're just a small little herbivore who's trying to get in his good graces

the smug lion is pretty amused by all this, and he can't say he minds having you around

you being that enthusiastic about playing sports, and the determination to get better no matter how many times you fail, is pretty impressive to him

though he sometimes cringes internally with how bad you're doing

by the time he can't take it, he'll saunter over to you and give you some advice

he'll sound like a jerk doing it, but if you read between the lines, he's giving you good advice

it's probably because he's been studying you for so long

so you listen to his advice, and oh? that shot went pretty well!!

you're jumping around all excited! finally there's some improvement!! maybe there are some sports cells in you after all

you get a bit too excited in thanking him and you throw your arms around him in the heat of the moment

he almost instantly pushes you away, obviously, saying you're sweaty and mumble grumbling

but there's no denying the way his tail is swishing around and the slightest hint of pink on his cheeks it's the sunset he says

from that point on, he'll occasionally join you as you practice, giving you advice and commenting on what you're doing wrong every time he feels like it

it also gives him a pretty good excuse to not actually participate in the sport

then again, he can't say he dislikes playing when you're in the audience

it usually ends up with you gushing over how impressive he was in the game, asking him if you could teach him how to do what he did, and in general just praise all throughout

this all but feeds into his pride, and he has the widest smirk on his face

he gets into an awful mood when you stop showing up for a while though

he becomes even more irritable, and there's more of a murderous aura about him when he's playing against the other guys

it doesn't take long for him to start asking around about where you've gone

epel is more than happy to solve this mystery for him so he'll stop beating people around

though he's pretty amazed by Leona actually putting effort into the games

and excuse me??? you're hanging around in the basketball club now??

little does he know, but you've merely shifted interest from spelldrive to basketball

but in his delusional misunderstood mind, this means you don't have a crush on him anymore

hah. that ended soon enough. he doesn't care at all.

... okay maybe he does actually care a bit

"Oi. Herbivore," Leona calls out to you in the hallway. You turn around and you're faced with his disgruntled expression. "Are ya not comin' to Spelldrive anymore?"

You blink at his question. "Oh! I think so? I got interested in basketball lately haha," you chuckle as you remember the little rivalry Ace started. "You don't mind, do you?"

"Hah. Why'd I mind?" he huffs, but there's something about his voice that makes you feel like he does mind.

"Leona," you close the distance between the two of you. "Would it be okay if I join you for lunch?" His eyes visibly widen at your request.

"I just really like the atmosphere in the garden, but I don't want to interrupt you."

He seems to contemplate it for a moment, emerald eyes shut and eyebrows furrowed. But when he opens his eyes again, there's a certain softness to them.

"Hmph. Do whatever you want." he says, turning around to leave, his tag swishing back and forth once again.

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[imtotallyokandnormal]

Hello!! May I request Sal Fisher x reader who is severely afraid of physical touch? Like to the point where it takes them a while to even touch someone with a piece of fabric in between their hand and the person. Also if the reader is seriously sarcastic, teasing and the type who laughs everything off but easily gets flustered at any sort of romance?

Maybe even the first time they touch Sal without some sort of fabric covering their hand.

Thank you!!

AH YAY MY FIRST SAL REQUEST!!! I'M SO EXCITED- okay so disclaimer first and foremost I am definitely not gonna pretend like I know what it's like to be afraid of physical touch, so I hope you enjoy this nonetheless. And if there's anything you'd want me to correct in this please let me know!

Reader: gn reader

Warnings: mentions of fears regarding touch (purposefully left vague), but don't worry it ends up in fluff, also sex joke I dunno if that counts for a warning

Image link: tell me about your guys' favorite holidays!

》☆Sal Fisher Dating a Touch Averse Reader☆《

- Sal hasn't ever seriously questioned why you didn't like to be touched. As far as he knew, whether it was a dislike or genuine fear or hatred, it wasn't his business and he didn't ever want to push you.

- One thing that drew him to you was your ability to take what you dish out. The way your sarcastic remarks could be met with the same intensity and it'd be laughed off and continued, an easy flow of lighthearted jabs. He liked that about you. There wasn't any malicious intent in the way you both joked, and you both understood.

- Though, this attitude you have always seemed to be a possible double-edged sword. You may be able to laugh things off, but he knew it could be a curtain for you, to hide how you really felt about certain things. Especially when it came to touch. He always had a feeling there was something more to it than you were expressing. He knew those feelings all too well.

- So, he worked around it. Whenever you came over to the house he made sure everyone else knew you were coming, just to be sure any possible touchiness would be kept to a minimum. He gave you your own designated spot on the couch, or even your own chair to yourself.

- One thing he learned was that doing things for you felt just as good as any touch that he could give you. Making you a nice cup of your favorite drink, giving you dumb things that reminded him of your inside jokes, small things to show he cares. And trust me, he thinks it's very cute when you get embarrassed about it (he teases you lightly about it).

- It'd be a surprise if one day you wanted to try physical affection with him. Whatever your reasoning might have been, Sal would ask if that's really alright with you and it's definitely what you want. The last thing he would want is to cross a boundary.

- He'd suggest starting out slow with touching hands, maybe getting a pair of gloves for you both to wear. He figures from what he's learned about you it might be easier if the contact wasn't direct and had sort of a shield. He'd also suggest a kind of safeword (not the sexual kind, but you should totally pick on him for that).

- Oh, don't you worry about any reactions you might have during this either. Strong reactions, subtle, whether you flinch away slightly or start having big physical reactions to it, he'd be patient. No matter what it was, he spoke to you softly and drew away if it was too much.

- If you were alright with it, he'd gradually let you get used to his touch. This is only during times where you're prepared and he makes sure you can back out any time. Eventually, if you felt good about it, he'd ask you if you wanted to try touching hands with the gloves off.

- It didn't matter how much time it took. It didn't matter if it took forever. In every way, at every step of the way, Sal was so deeply proud of you. As soon as both of your hands met for the first time he couldn't hold back his smile, knowing that he'd earned your trust enough to do this with him.

- No matter how much physical contact you can handle, Sal makes sure to work with you every step of the way.

[astarsinthesky]

suguru x reader

— 🦦 mostly contains fluff!

"hi, baby!" suguru smiled as you walked towards him. he’s wearing his casual lunch date outfit, a white polo paired with loose brown pants, belt and white fitzwilliam shoes. on the other hand, you're wearing a brown long sleeved paired with white flared pants and brown heeled sandals.

you're currently inside a café, he already ordered for the two of you though he does not like coffee much but still insists on drinking since it is your favorite beverage.

"hello, bub!" you greeted him. he stands up and moves the chair behind you so you can sit down. "thanks, bub! you did not have to do that though" you pouted while getting the cup in front.

"you're always welcome. I do that all the time, are you still not used to it?" he laughed. his laugh was like music to your ears, you did not want this moment to end but of course it had to be interrupted by a sudden phone call.

"oh, I'll just take this, bub. you can go and drink your coffee." you said while carrying your phone to head to a more quiet place.

while talking to your boss outside, you noticed suguru had stood up from his seat and was heading towards the counter. you watched him, intently, counting his every move. everything this man does is attractive to you, guess you're madly in love, huh? you watched as he caressed his long black hair, his veiny hands showing, oh and his long pale fingers. while daydreaming about his handsome features, he glanced towards your direction and caught you staring at him. he was startled but smiled sweetly at you. all you can do was giggle while saying goodbye to your boss.

after your phone call, you started heading back to the café and went back to your seat. you saw two blueberry cheesecakes placed in front of you, this is your favorite dessert, and you did not even know if you told him about it. "oh wow, I love blueberry cheesecake!" you smiled happily while reaching for one and picking up the spoon beside it.

"I figured you liked this" he said while watching you eat so cutely, he wanted to kiss you right then and there.

"huh? I do not remember telling you that this is my favorite. did you look in my food cart again?" you questioned him, it wasn't unusual for you to know that he did.

"honey, I listed down every single thing that you ordered every time we went out so I don't need to look at your food cart anymore." he answered truthfully, it melted your heart because he made an effort to know what you like and even made a whole list for it.

"thank you, bub! I appreciate this very much" you whispered while trying not to cry, no one has ever given you this much effort and it's not even in high demand.

"you're welcome, I also listed everything that you liked and disliked, from clothes to environment. I want you to always have a wonderful time when you're with me" he whispered back, trying to wipe your tears that are already flowing down your cheeks.

"it's alright to cry, I understand your reason and finish your cheesecake, please. should we go to the amusement park after this?" he asked while wiping your cheeks and eyes with a handkerchief.

"I was going to ask you if we can, absolutely!" you geeked while trying to finish the other plate of cheesecake. "are you sure you don't want to eat this, bub?" you asked.

"I am, it looked like one plate wasn't enough so I ordered two. I knew you would eat both of them since one isn't enough for you" he smiled fondly.

"awhh! you know me so well, bub! thank you so much" you said while eating the last bite and finishing your coffee.

"there you go, good job, baby!" he cheered and stood up to clap. you were flustered by his sudden gesture but laughed anyway. oh, suguru, how lucky am I to have you.

plspls don't think abt the 3rd to the last dialogue being "rude" since he knew you'd want another plate of the cheesecake because you always do that whenever you're on a date.

[dismas-n-dismay]

Redacted Valenswap 2025!

The day they pry hozier songs from my hands is the day y'all will stop seeing me write on this website, swear.

Happy Valentines to all, and especially @ririchurl who i got for this year's valenswap! I hope you like my silly meet cute between Sweetie and Azmidi (and ignore any typos I failed to clean up, though I think I caught them all..) Happy first Valenswap gang!

word count: a smidge over 2k tags: sickfic, car ride home, delirious listener!sweetie, touch-starved azmidi, azmidi has a heavy snake-like lisp, azmidi has aquatic reptile demon traits, azmidi has claws and sharp teeth, shy azmidi, fear demon azmidi, comfort-fic, love at first sight --

The air of the ER was brisk against his deep grey scales, the “feeling” of it was hardly much at all. A poor copy of what it must have felt like against a form that could more properly process temperature. The webbed fins on the side of Azmidi’s head twitched idly in response as he padded through the bleak white room. 

At this time of night, it was either jam packed full of people who had ran in from various accidents or deathly silent and holding merely a few worried looking families. Today- he lifted his snout to sniff, a deep inhale, in search for food- was a latter day. 

His fangs clicked together in agitation. He could go scavenging through the hospital, it’s not as if he was picky…but he did try his best to avoid coming to the corporal plane as much as possible. There wasn’t much he could do with the variety of demon he was, and the discrimination he would face really only made his reluctance to stay strengthen. 

Still, the proximity to dread and anxiety left his body wanting for the succulent emotions. The longer I take, the hungrier I get, and the longer I have to stay here. The fear demon pleaded with himself, hoping to set aside his dislike of the current plane even temporarily. With a sigh, Azmidi scanned the room. It was the same crowd he’d came to expect of this particular hospital in Dahlia- one old woman at the front desk, a few nurses running in and out with their clipboards, and a tv playing whatever constituted as cable tv in the corner. The boredom of the ER was just enough to make him sight, slouching in the center of the room as he felt incoming air from the sliding doors of the ER opening again. 

Two humans walked in, one looking like hell on wheels and - Azmidi clicked his tongue, tasting the emotion deeply - feeling quite the extraordinary amount of pain. 

“Hi, uh this is my friend, we think they might have strep throat?”

Azmidi watched as the old receptionist raised a brow and handed the two a set of papers before gesturing to the seats for them to sit. “Bring these back after filling them out and we’ll get you situated as fast as possible.”

The taller of the pair groaned, leaving the shorter one to hush them. “I’ll do the paperwork Sweets, you just relax.”

“Sweets” whined, slumping into one of the small seats as their friend sat beside them. 

Azmidi tilted his head, pushing his long, kelp-like hair out of his eyes and crawling closer to the tall human. He observed as their eyes were squeezed shut in pain while he crouched in front of them, their pants for air frequent and shallow.

He licked his lips, a sharp toothed grin gaining on his face as the ebbing worry from their friend flushed towards him. It was subtle, light, in flavor but hefty enough to be satiating for now. 

Their eyes drifted open clumsily. “Hel-lo?” 

Azmidi’s brows shot up, no they couldn’t be talking to him. They were delirious, and not a single person in this wing of the hospital had a lick of magic in them. But as Sweets drifted forward, towards his face, putting them snout to nose, he was suddenly confronted with the idea of this being Very Wrong. 

“Whassup with you,” they winced, obviously pained by talking. “Got a weird costume on or some’n….” They trailed off and simply stared at him, dazed and out of it as their friend wrapped an arm around their shoulder to pull them back.

“Okay, I’m gonna go talk to the doctors and turn in your paperwork, Sweetie, okay?” They looked toward the patch of air where Azmidi would’ve been had they been able to see him. More worry flooded off of them there, reasonably, before they continued. “Just sit here and try not to use your voice too much, okay?”

“Mmh.” Sweetie nodded, glazed eyes meeting Azmidi’s once again. How peculiar. Their friend scampered off, leaving just the two of them, an odd demon and a sick human.

From deep in his seldom used throat, a greeting bellowed out. “.h…hello..” Unsurprisingly, though delayed with their sickness, Sweetie winced. He could only assume it had sounded similar to the noise one might make while awkwardly choking down water between gulps of air. He knitted his brows together, suddenly self conscious whether or not the human before him could see him. “S…ssorry…c…can you sssee me?” 

One after another their eyes blinked as they nodded. “Yuh huh…wh- COUGH who are you..?”

Azmidi pouted in thought for a minute. It was unusually rare for a person to see a cloaked demon of his caliber, and it wouldn’t exactly bode well if a human who wasn’t empowered knew his name and went around telling folks. Really this whole conversation was already breaching covert but- he peered back at Sweetie to see their forehead covered in sweat while they shivered painfully- really who could tell if they would remember. He shrugged, sitting down before them, hunched as he crossed his legs and laid his wide finned tail beside himself. 

“Azz…zzy.”

“Azzzzzy? L-like with allll the Zs or ‘s it just Azzy..?”

“Jussst…Az..zy..” he tried to control the way his tongue slipped against his teeth, poorly. There were many reasons he didn’t like his form on the corporeal plane and this was one of them, the way his tongue fit against his teeth was much more befitting a predator than a more communicative organism. Azmidi’s teeth were sharp and his forked tongue naturally followed suit, making it quite hard for him to speak in a more relaxed way.

Sweetie, however, didn’t seem to mind this in their sick state. They smiled in a way that made his scales flush warmly. 

“Azzy…cute. ‘M….i’m…uh…”

“Sssweetie..?”

They snapped their fingers clumsily. “Yeah! Sweetie! It’s a nickname cause I’m soooo sweet, hehehe…” They flopped back against their seat with a dopey smile that made Azmidi’s tail thump against the cold tiled floor of the ER. God this was so stupid. He was here to feed and go home and go about his business and instead here he was, fraternizing with barely conscious humans. 

“‘S so sssstupid…”

“I’m not stupid!” They replied indignantly and incredibly loud, leaving Azmidi to clutch his claws around his mouth as he saw both Sweetie’s friend and the older nurse behind the receptionist desk turn to stare at Sweetie’s outburst.  

Their friend cleared their throat, diverting attention back to themself, and whispering to the nurse once more. “Is there anything we can do to maybe speed up that test for my friend…”

If a demon could blush, which Azmidi was sure some could, he would’ve been the deepest shade of blue-grey possible.

“What are you? You’re like…a really funny fish…”

“I’m a d…uh…hm…” He stopped himself short.

“Duuuh? Come oooon, pleeease! Oh wait! I got it-“

Azmidi scoffed, crossing his arms playfully. “Oh? And what issss it that you think I am..?” He rasped, flashing his sharpened fangs and teeth that glinted in the full light of the emergency room.

Sweetie looked around, suspiciously before cupping their mouth and whispering towards his right ear fin which perk up as they came closer. 

“You’re my imaginary friend…” Their smile was ridiculously loopy, with their face being a deep and warm tint. Oh, they were definitely getting worse. 

Sweetie giggled into the palms of their hand, not seeming to notice how they were tilting out of their chair until Azmidi took the opportunity to press them back, standing up as he did so. 

Oh…no. Even at his hunched height, Azmidi was still among the taller than average heights for demons, especially since he rarely felt the need to adjust his corporeal height for others. Now he most definitely towered over Sweetie, even when hunching his back over peer at them easier. Anxiously, he clutched his hands and squeezed them together, too scared to meet their gaze but too stunned to avoid as they looked up at him with wide unreadable eyes.

As Azmidi gulped, they spoke. “Woah…big boy…” Their shaky hands went to graze against his face clumsily, the feeling of skin against cooled scale was…unbelievable. Azmidi shuddered, gulping down unneeded air to non-existent lungs. His mouth hung open, holding pearly sharp fangs just barely cracked by his lips- and for a moment he thought they were moving to touch them just as-

Two fingers snapped to the side of them both, “Sweets, come on, they’ve got your tests ready and your doctor- shouldn’t be more than 45 minutes okay?” Their friend grabbed a hold of their hand, dragging a dazed Sweetie behind them as Azmidi stood, stupefied. what…what.

He could only watch as they walked away towards the swinging doors of the emergency room.

—

Their hands were clammy- they were vaguely aware of it as they sat quietly in the backseat of their friend’s car. They were saying something but Sweetie really couldn’t focus enough to do anything but murmur. 

“We’ll be at your house soon, buddy, okay? I called off work for us both so I can watch you so don’t worry about any of your projects.” Their eyes flitted towards Sweetie through the car’s mirror, with an expression that Sweetie’s tired brain couldn’t make heads nor tails of. Under their breath, Sweetie murmured softly. “Sorry…”

A sigh came from the driver’s seat. “Don’t be, I just need you to take better care of yourself okay? A fever that high is bad enough, but if your throat had swollen up and I didn’t check on you it could’ve been so much worse. I just want you to be safe bud.”

“Mmh, i will.” 

The movement of the car was slow and soothing, with the rain drizzling outside it was just dreamy, perfect even. Sweetie shuffled closer to the middle of the seat, resting their head on Azmidi’s shoulders as they closed their eyes. He huffed, wrapping his finned tail along their legs- the total extent he’d allow himself to touch them any further. 

Azmidi inhaled, scenting each flavor of worry and anxiety in the vehicle, and in one swift sigh, took it away. A poor meal, with worry hardly being that much filling in comparison to true and genuine fear, but the anxiety of it was something nonetheless. And with the way Sweetie’s shoulders seemed to lose all that tense stress in their body, and their friend released their vice grip on the steering wheel…he had to guess it was worth it. Anything to be able to spend countless days and nights in the sweet presence of someone so lovely, for them he’d eat any amount of unfulfilling satisfaction and misery.

In his throat, a deep and loving rumble rose out just as Sweetie began to nuzzle closer. “I’ll keep you ssssafe…Don’t worry…”

A soft exhale was all the response he got before his hand began to hover closer to theirs. He wasn’t used to this- touch. It wasn’t often Azmidi even chose to stay in the human plane let alone truly interact there for more than mere moments but to find someone who could see him, someone who made him feel less dangerous and sharp, who made him feel wanted…he wanted to make them feel that way too. Not a burden or overwhelming or too afraid to reach out until things got too bad. 

He looked at them again, the sweat on Sweetie’s brow and the puffs of breath from their nose that became visible in the cold of the car, and placed a clawed hand atop theirs. Azmidi couldn’t claim he was too good at healing magic, it was something he seldom found any reason to use but he knew a majority of it was intent, and he intended to heal. That would be it.

From his claws emanated a soft, loving green glow from his finger tips to the cold hands of Sweetie, easing their pain effortlessly. He sighed as their breaths evened out and their shoulders sagged, uninhibited by the pain. 

Azmidi clutched their hands in his, and pressed his head atop theirs. “Ressst well, Ssssweetie.”

Outside, the rain pattered on, as a human and their demon dreamt endlessly.