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poisonouswritings · 2 years
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Hello, Ozzy. I hope you are doing well and doing magic, as usual.
I have a perhaps a little silly request. Would you write some head canons of the M4 reacting to a MC who just told them (seriously) they are beautiful?
I don't know if you find the subject suitable, but anyway thank you. Love your writings.🌸
I still have several of your asks in my drafts I'm so sorry aofeiuhferpofhuearoifj
GN!Reader, short and sweet, I think this post also more or less fits the criteria aside from it doesn't include Rime
Felix Escellun
Felix has been studying all day. You're not entirely sure what for - something about a spell for harnessing the power of emotions? You're 77% sure that he's trying to find a way to prank Escell - but he's hyperfixating hard. You try to make sure he takes breaks but he's hesitant to pull himself away from his desk unless it's to get a tome from the bookshelf.
So you carry on without him. Do your studying on the floor, practice your spells in the hallway, feed Stella in the kitchen, that sort of thing. You even managed to squeeze in a nap on the couch.
Sometimes you look over to see what he's doing. Different emotions seem to lead to different colored magic. Happy is yellow, sad is blue, angry is red, love is pink, so on and so on. But from what you can tell, this is all only in theory. He hasn't gotten it to work in practice just yet.
Now the moon is high in the sky and you wanna go to bed. But it won't be easy to pull Felix away from his work.
You go over. Squat down beside him and lean your elbows on the desk so you can see his face.
He looks tired. He is tired. He's been at his desk for the last, what, 14 hours? Give or take. That's just how he gets when he's really invested in something. It's admirable that he can have that much dedication, but it's also,, not,,, healthy to be staying up like that. And from the way his brows are furrowed, he's clearly determined to push through the exhaustion.
While he never pulls his eyes away from the paper, he fluffs the tip of his quill against your nose.
"I know what you're about to say. I'll be along just as soon as I can. I know I saw a formula somewhere in this infernal book, and I will find it!"
"Wouldn't it be easier to find it if you were more awake? You look like you're about to drop."
"I most... certainly..." - he pauses to yawn, half-heartedly covering his mouth. His glasses slide down the tip of his nose, and he rubs his eyes before pushing them back into place - "am not falling asleep."
His hair is hanging loose around his head. It really is getting long. You tuck a single soft strand back behind his ear. You can see his eyes starting to close before he jolts himself back awake. So you lean closer and kiss his cheek.
"Alright, alright. You know yourself better than I do. I just think it'd be good to get some beauty sleep - but you're already so beautiful, I guess you don't need it."
..... *strangled noise of mortification*
A light yellow ball of energy - streaked with pink - sparks at his fingertips, surprising both of you.
........ :)
His silver eyes widen as the sudden breakthrough wakes him up. He's positively beaming in excitement as he grabs his quill again, frantically scribbling notes.
"MC, you're absolutely brilliant!"
"I didn't do anything?"
Felix turns deftly in his seat and puts his hands on your shoulders. The bags under his eyes are deep and dark and stubborn, but at least he doesn't seem like he's about to faceplant anymore. He does seem surprisingly open though.
"You were honest. That's more than enough."
"Then I honestly think you should go to bed and get back to this in the morning."
"... Five minutes?"
You get up to your feet, kiss his cheek again in goodnight, and head over to your shared room to get some sleep. It'll be an hour at least before he finally gives in to sleepiness, but at least he's happy.
Meanwhile he spends the next ten minutes burying his face in his arms because he's so flustered that he seriously had that strong of a reaction to being complimented like that.
Anisa Anka
Sometimes you like to watch Anisa train.
Actually you always like to watch her train, but usually visitors aren't allowed on the training grounds or you're busy with Felix and Sage or Saaros.
But anyways today is a day you get to hang out with your amazing super strong girlfriend! Yay!
So you're sitting off to the side. Drinking water does not help your thirst™
Anisa,,, in her armor,,,, swinging her sword around,,,,, flipping her opponents over her shoulder,,,,, she's so strong,,,,,,,,,, hehehehe
Oh I'm so gay for her
It doesn't take too much longer for her to finish up. After she gives her troops a few more rousing words and officially takes them off-duty, she comes over to you. Her cheeks are a little flushed, but you can't tell if that's from over-exertion or embarrassment at how adoringly you're staring at her.
"I hope I gave you a good show."
There's a teasing lilt in her voice and a grin on her lips. You hold one hand out, doing the little grabby-grab motion until she sets her hand in yours. You gently brush your lips along her knuckles, all the while looking up at her.
"You certainly did, Beautiful."
...... *hair poof*
Her eyes search your face to see if you're joking. You're not. So she looks away, clearing her throat like she's trying to keep any semblance of professionalism about her that she can.
"Not at work."
Her protest doesn't sound very genuine, though.
You laugh and finally get up from your seat, looping your arms around her waist and tugging her close. She smells like roses. You nuzzle into her neck, kissing the bottom of her chin.
"I thought you were off-duty?"
She opens her mouth but all that comes out is a little sigh as she holds you tight.
"You're incorrigible."
"Well thank you very much."
Sage Lesath
Sage is still wearing his eyepatch. Even when it's just the two of you.
No matter how much you reassure him, he's self-conscious about it. You can't exactly blame him. Not when you know the two things he associates with it; getting mutilated by the Corrupted in the sewers (he says what upsets him most about that is the fact he couldn't protect you, but you're pretty damn sure that's not the reason he wakes up gasping and clutching his body in pain some nights - he went through something horrible and traumatic and he doesn't want to admit it. You're always there for him, though, and that helps) and being corrupted.
So. Eyepatch.
He'll take it off if you ask nicely enough, but even then his hair usually curtains the eye. Or he looks away from you. Or he just keeps it closed.
The rebuild of Porrima is slow-going. People are hesitant to stay in the open for too long. Always anxious to go into the crumbling remains of buildings for fear of finding familiar faces that never got to see the sun one more time.
It happens more often than anyone wants to think about.
Luckily, the castle itself wasn't damaged (of course Mike took good care of it, he needed it for dramatic flair), so the survivors have been able to use it as their base of operation. It gives them access to a medical wing, plenty of supplies, and a safe space to breathe (once Felix and Rime and other surviving mages have purged the last of the corruption out of the building).
Sage never really liked the castle though. It was always too fancy, full of nobility that judged him and rules of etiquette he didn't see the need for. So he prefers to stay in Fathom.
(So does Tulsi, although you think she mostly just wants to stay close so he doesn't vanish again)
The familiarity is helpful. Once Sage has scent-marked everything in the room, he's more willing to sit still and relax.
Meaning you have an easier time convincing him that you wanna see his eye.
It's one of those types of nights. Sage is curled up beside you, arm thrown over your waist and cheek mushed into your shoulder. You're combing your fingers through his hair, carefully scratching behind his ears. You're talking softly about nothing of real importance. Just,,, being together. That's all.
"Hey. Sage."
"Mm?"
"Can I see it?"
In the old days, he would have grinned and stroked his tail up your thigh and brushed his fangs along your collarbone and asked you what, specifically, you wanna see.
Now he just pouts a little.
"Why?"
You lean down and kiss the top of his head, just slightly favoring his left ear in the spot he likes the most. While you keep your tone casual, your words are genuine and clear.
"Because you're beautiful, and seeing you makes me happy."
........ he presses his face further into the crook of your neck. There's a whine in his words, but it's decidedly more light-hearted than anything.
"You... You always manage to surprise me, y'know."
He slowly shifts off of you, ignoring your self-satisfied grin in favor of carefully undoing the strip of fabric. He spends much longer than necessary foucing on it, winding it up around his fingers neatly. It's fraying pretty badly. He should probably replace it soon. Maybe with a proper patch this time?
Then he buries his face in your chest and shyly peeks up at you, gauging your reaction. His hair covers his eye.
You carefully brush the strands away so you can get a good look. Smile. Smooch his forehead.
"Pretty Kitty."
His content purr vibrates your chest.
Rime Varela
Rime doesn't sleep much.
He says it has something to do with dying, or maybe it was the way Felix wrenched him back. All he really needs is an hour or two a night. Maybe three if he's been doing a lot of intense magic.
So what does he do while everyone else is asleep?
Sometimes it's studying. Other times it's practicing what he's studying.
And then other times it's a very rigorous skincare routine.
It's four in the morning when you're woken up by ice creeping up your spine. A glance over your shoulder shows it's Rime crawling into bed behind you, hugging you against his chest and resting his chin on your shoulder.
"You've been busy."
You can hear the smile in his voice.
"All this doesn't come naturally, darling."
You twist around to face him, cupping his cheeks in your palms and using the tips of your fingers to gently pin his ears back against his hair.
"Well, I've always said you're drop dead gorgeous."
....
He tries to glare at you. But you're smiling like you just told the best joke in the universe - even though you make that joke at least once a week - and he can't help but laugh.
"I'm serious!" You protest, but you're laughing too. You drop your hands but he picks them back up and nuzzles his cheeks into your palms.
"You're always serious."
You sweep your thumb along the swath of freckles that bridge his nose.
"You're always beautiful," you reply with a casual shrug.
His nose twitches and his ears flick once before relaxing.
"... Dork."
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thatsinozzie · 2 days
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"Heya Ozzie" - @just-a-performer
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"Froggy!! How are ya doing?"
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mayday396 · 1 month
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Hello how are you how are you doing I miss you and I have only like a minute to send this so I have to do it fast
Cookies? 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪
-✨anon✨
C O O K I E S
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ozzy698 · 9 months
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DD2 is good I take it?
it's so good it's killing my pc lol, but it will be a worthy death
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crispyliza · 2 months
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Serious question: were all the souls that went to hell in Hazbin Hotel mosterfuckers in life???? Is that one of the criteria???? Did their tastes just adjust to their new environment or is it bc other demons are their only option so they make do???
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dewdropdinosaur · 3 days
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Rubber Ducky, You're the One
LUCIFER X READER
Summary: Lucifer has had a hell of a week, no pun intended. But you know just what he needs to relax.
Warnings: Implied nakedness, cussing. Rating: PG-13
For the wonderful @anon-of-the-void
REQUESTS OPEN
In the depths of Hell, amidst the chaos and cacophony of damned souls, Lucifer Morningstar, the charismatic and somewhat prideful King of Hell, found himself buried under the weight of his responsibilities. Yes, the King did actually work despite his duck inventing hyper focus. From managing the unruly demons to negotiating with powerful overlords and complaints from citizens, his days were consumed by the ceaseless demands of ruling the underworld. And as if that wasn't enough, the relentless manifestations of the seven deadly sins only added to his burdens(Mammon is a right pain in the arse) 
Each day seemed to blend into the next, the weight of his crown growing heavier with every passing moment. Despite his unparalleled charm and wit, even Lucifer had his limits.
One particularly exhausting day, Lucifer trudged back to his imposing castle, his shoulders slumped with weariness. His mind buzzed with the endless tasks that awaited him, and his steps echoed with the weight of his concerns. The grand halls of his fortress felt suffocating, the shadows whispering reminders of his never-ending duties. His shoulders slumped with exhaustion, his usually vibrant demeanor dulled by the weight of his burdens.
As he entered his private chambers, he took off his top hat and sat his cane to prop against the adjacent wall. Walking to his desk and plopping down on the plush office chair, he groaned into his hands and buried his head in them. 
Only when the small creak of his door sounded did he look up after what felt like hours. He was met with a sight that momentarily lifted the heavy veil of stress from his soul. There, amidst the dim glow of flickering candles, stood his beloved Y/N, radiant and serene, a gentle smile gracing her lips. They had been together for quite some time - the Hellish monarch getting a second chance at love despite thinking that the time for him was long passed. 
"Welcome home, ducky," she greeted him, her voice like a soothing melody amidst the chaos of Hell.
Lucifer's heart swelled with warmth at the sight of her. Despite the darkness that surrounded them, Y/N was his beacon of light, his solace in the storm.
"Y/N," he murmured, his voice softened by the tenderness that enveloped him in her presence despite his tiredness still coming through.
"What are you doing here?"
Y/N stepped forward, her gaze unwavering as she reached out to take his hand. "I could tell you needed a break," she replied, her touch gentle yet reassuring. "And so, I thought I might help if you’ll allow me?"
“No, no darling. I’m alright.”
“Bullshit Luci.”
“You don’t have to take care of me.”
“I know but I choose to. Nothing in return is needed - I just want to dote on you.”
With a gentle tug, to which he did not fight against due to his weakened state, she led him to the grand marble bath that awaited them; its waters shimmering invitingly in the soft glow of candlelight. The sight of it stirred a sense of longing within Lucifer, a longing for respite, for a moment of peace amidst the chaos.
Wordlessly, Y/N began to undress him, her movements tender and deliberate. She stripped away the layers of his regal attire, each garment a symbol of the responsibilities he bore. And with each piece that fell away, Lucifer felt a weight lift from his soul, leaving him feeling vulnerable yet liberated in her presence. Y/N never failed to make the prideful demon shiver. Despite being the harbinger of sin himself, Lucifer always faltered under to gaze - making him feel so small in the best way. Like she could envelop him in her warm embrace and the world would all be alright; that he could be taken care of without fault or repayment(something he never felt with Lillith)
Once he was disrobed, Y/N guided him into the warm embrace of the bubbling waters, the scent of lavender and jasmine enveloping them both. With a soft sigh of contentment, Lucifer sank into the soothing depths, his muscles relaxing beneath the gentle caress of the water.
There, amidst the flickering candlelight, she began to test the water of the luxurious bubble bath with her finger, the scents filling the air with soothing lavender. And as he slipped into the steaming bath, surrounded by a frothy sea of bubbles, he felt the tension in his muscles melt away.
Y/N knelt beside the bath, a soft cloth in hand as she began to wash away the grime and tension that clung to his weary form. Her touch was firm, her hands moving with practiced care as she tended to him with unwavering devotion.
As she worked, Lucifer felt the knots of tension begin to unravel, his mind drifting into a state of blissful tranquility. In that moment, there was only the soothing warmth of the water, the gentle ministrations of Y/N, and the overwhelming sense of peace that washed over him like a cleansing tide. As Lucifer sank deeper into the soothing bubbles, he couldn't help but notice a playful glint in Y/N's eyes as she reached for something hidden behind her back.
"Darling," she said with a mischievous grin, "I have a surprise for you."
Intrigued, Lucifer raised an eyebrow as Y/N produced a bright yellow rubber ducky from behind her back, its cheery expression contrasting with the dark ambiance of the bath.
"A rubber ducky?" Lucifer chuckled, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten. "You never cease to amaze me, my dear."
Y/N giggled as she plopped the rubber ducky into the bathwater, its buoyant figure bobbing amidst the bubbles. "I thought it might lighten the mood," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
Lucifer couldn't help but laugh as he reached out to retrieve the rubber ducky, holding it aloft with a sense of childlike wonder. "Well, I must say, it's a rather dashing addition to our bath time routine."
With a playful grin, Y/N leaned forward to gently boop the rubber ducky on the nose, causing it to squeak in protest. The sound echoed off the marble walls of the bathroom, filling the room with a sense of whimsy.
As the evening wore on and the bathwater cooled, Lucifer and Y/N reluctantly emerged from the luxurious depths of their tub. Wrapped in plush towels, they made their way to the cozy confines of their living room, where a crackling fire danced merrily in the hearth.
With a contented sigh, Lucifer settled onto the plush couch, pulling Y/N into his arms as they nestled together beneath a soft blanket. The warmth of the fire enveloped them, casting a soft glow upon their entwined forms.
"Tonight was exactly what I needed," Lucifer murmured, pressing a tender kiss to Y/N's forehead. "Thank you, my love."
Y/N smiled sleepily, her eyes drifting closed as she snuggled closer to him. "Anytime, darling. I'm always here for you."
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ghotifishreads · 2 months
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Tim Rockford makes you wear his leather holster while you ride him so he can pull on the straps and really fuck up into you.
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Ozzieeeee. Who gave you the right to just drop that thot?! Thank you never stop please
Smutty. Unedited. Nonsensical ending. No warnings.
Pairing: Tim Rockford x afab! Reader
You hiss when the leather bites pleasingly into your skin, with Tim's firm first tug. His hands span your back beneath your shoulder blades, and his fingertips hook between your skin and the leather.
"You ok, sweetheart?"
You nod, blissed out from the previous orgasms that led to you now riding Tim's cock, wearing his holster, cuz, in his words, he "wasn't letting you get away," noting how much you liked fucking HIM when he wore it, he wanted to take it for a test drive on you.
"Doesn't hurt too much?"
Tim's stilled during this check in, but you roll your hips in a sinuous wave, feeling his cock throb inside you, despite his concern.
"No, hurts just-" your raise your self up slightly, palms spanning Tim's shoulders to brace yourself before drop yourself to fully engulf his cock in your pussy. "-right."
You both moan, and Tim keeps you from executing the same distracting move again, arms muscles on full display as he keeps the holster held fast."Ok, sweetheart. You know the safe word if it gets too much."
You nod, drinking in the sight of his sweat-glistening skin, hair curling at the ends and starting to plaster to his forehead from the room's warmth. His lips and facial hair still patchy with glimmers of your earlier release.
"Yes, Tim." you lean forward and push the mussed curls off his forehead. "please fuck me, baby," you say, voice sultry and fucked out.
Tim's hips buck up, heels pressing firmly against the mattress as he holds you fast with the holster, not letting you have any respite from the pulse of him inside you.
"not telling you to hold on, sweetheart. That's gonna be my job tonight."
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phykoha · 11 months
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We haven’t seen much of HEA Tello… what are they up to?
( don’t eat me tumblr please)
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He spends most of his time in his new lab... Building stuff and figuring out mystic energy.
Or at the Mystic Library. And making friend (singular).
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fox guy (aka Ozzi) belongs to my lovely buddy @kaysdenofchaos
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aoneclowncircus · 8 months
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I’m scared of making my own furblr blog because my collection is tiny and I don’t make cool customs :/
oh dont worry about all that! i follow people who just have one furb and they just take them around!! id love to see your furbs, they still deserve to be shown off!!
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spooksier · 3 months
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do u have a pandorica playlist?
YOU FUCKIN BETCHA!
its separated into 3 parts like the story (a sufjan stevens ambient track seperating each one. i am gay.) so if you want a peek into whats in store for our boy id check here first
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voxsremotec0ck · 20 days
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Reader: I want to fuck the Ozz-ussy.
Fizz: Like the literal one or the figurative one?
Reader: ... What do you mean 'the literal one'?
Reader: hold on your telling me…
Fizz: he’s intersex
Reader: …if you’ll excuse me for a second
Reader: *screams into a pillow with pure joy*
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poisonouswritings · 2 years
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Mc being to afriad to tell the LIs she loves them so she says it when she thinks they're alseep but theyve caught on and are only just pretending to sleep so they can hear it
Ajfigkda I love this trope so much 🥺
GN!Reader, sleepy times
Felix Escellun
Felix has noticed that you are,, a little more shy than normal. Certainly more affectionate but a little less talkative, a little less open.
At first he thinks something is wrong. Did he maybe do something? Are you alright?
But then one day you hug him from behind and nuzzle into the crook of your neck. Mumble something he doesn't catch into the skin of his shoulder. And when he asks you to repeat it you just squeeze him a little tighter.
That's when he first realizes what it is you really want to say.
Do you think,, he was the one to say it first to Rime? Because in my head I think Rime said it first, and I think that's how Felix kind of recognizes what you're up to.
But he wants to give you some space for it. So,,
It's been a long day of studying. You've been doing it again - starting to speak, pausing, shaking it off and sinking back into a mostly-comfortable silence.
Mostly comfortable. It's an itty bit awkward. The 'weight of unsaid words' and all that.
Well, wouldn't the best way to fix it be to get the words said? He thinks so. So that day, in the study, he makes a show of curling himself up in the armchair and leaving the blanket bunched around his waist before 'falling asleep'
It takes about ten minutes. Your footsteps are soft and light and gentle and he only hears them because he was listening. You pull the blanket up over his shoulders. Tuck it in a little. Brush some of the hair away from his face. He's trying really hard not to smile because you're being so soft. And then you lean down and whisper 'I love you' and his face is flaming red and then as soon as you leave the room he sinks down into the blanket and just makes a really quiet noise because yeah he was expecting but still-
Spends the next 20 minutes basically squealing into his blanket before getting himself together. The next time you come in he kisses your hand continues with his reading. Hopefully now that you've said it, you'll be brave enough to say it again
Anisa Anka
Anisa kind of sees it coming but she also doesn't want to jump the gun y'know? Cause like, if she says it first and you weren't ready to say it, then that's gonna pressure you into saying it. And she doesn't want that.
So what should she do? You keep blushing whenever you look at her for too long and ugh you're making it so obvious it's adorable
But she doesn't want to make things weird, doesn't wanna put any pressure on you. It's her job to protect you in this world. She can't abuse that position, not even accidentally.
Hm. This really is rather difficult to navigate around.
Once night she gets home late from her patrol. She creeps back into the apartment to see that you're in her bed, all bundled up and drooling on her pillow a little. She chuckles a little to herself as she changes out of her armor and into something more comfortable. Then she goes to sleep on the couch.
As she's laying there, trying to fall asleep, she hears soft footsteps. Your footsteps, she'd recognize them anywhere. You walk over and carefully nudge a pillow (not the one you drooled on, obviously) under Anisa's head. She's wide awake but she's feigning sleep, wanting to see what you do.
'...hey... Anisa. I love you.'
Her hair poofs a bit as she tries really, really hard not to smile like a fool.
'Wh- A-Anisa! You're not even asleep!'
She opens her eyes with a little laugh and lightly grabs your hand, keeping you from shyly scurrying away. She wants to see your face, after all. 'How could I possibly sleep when the person I'm in love with just said they love me?'
Your eyes are big and wide because Oh She Just Confessed To Loving You Back and she's just giggling because you look so cute. She also feels a little light-headed from a mix of happiness and adrenaline because She Really Likes You And Her Heart Is Racing.
You guys end up falling asleep in her bed. Together.
Sage Lesath
Y'know I don't think Sage sees it coming!! He's never been in love before and he's never stayed with any one person long enough for him to recognize the signs. No, I think that he knows something is up but he doesn't know what.
In fact, he probably thinks it's one of two things; either you're gonna hit on him for sex (which is unlikely with how shy you are, though he'd certainly love to experience that) or you're gonna tell him something bad. Probably that you want to go with Felix or Anisa instead. He wouldn't blame you if that was the case. You're too good for him anyways. This was always going to happen.
He just,, wishes he'd had a little more time.
I think he's a pretty cuddly person once you get to know him. So I feel like he would just platonically sleep in a friend's bed or something. And maybe it's wrong of him, but if you are going to dump him ('dump him' but you're not even together. Gods, how pathetic is he? You're not his, you never were) then he wants to spend as much time with you as he can before then. You mean a lot to him. You always will. He realizes that. And he just wants a few more happy memories.
So he's in your bed one night. Actually he does fall asleep. He only wakes up because you start petting him. But he doesn't reveal that he's awake because then you'd stop and he really doesn't want you to. So he pretends. Pretends he's asleep, pretends that he's yours, pretends he's worthy of you.
And then you lean down and kiss between his ears. He's surprised at that. Even holds his breath. His left ear flicks against your skin. And if you weren't whispering right into it he probably wouldn't have heard the quiet little 'I love you' that you hide in a soft sigh.
... anyways he bolts up because he wasn't expecting it and then he inadvertently headbutts you in the face so now you're holding your nose while he's bouncing between freaking out and trying to help you and freaking out because holy shit what did you say???? Did he hear you right???? He did???????? And then he just curls into a ball because You Just Confessed And He Promptly Fucking Smacked You In The Face Why Is He Like This
And you're just snickering because Super Suave Cat Man got all startled and shy because someone loves him hehe
You end up repeating it like,,, two dozen times because he keeps not believing you mean it because why would someone like you love someone like him of all people??? And you kiss his forehead and he suddenly Shuts Up while giving you Big Cat Eyes™ because I think you broke him a little bit. Good job.
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ozzyeelz · 8 months
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Help me. My absolutely horrid brain has thought of “Ooooooh, let’s make heavy skinny……..AND A FEMBOY” I am cursed with this mental image and so are you
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Good lird
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mayday396 · 6 months
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Helloooooooooooooo
:D
How are you today?
Have some cookies!! 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪
-Your friendly neighborhood munchkin ❤️
NOM NOM NOM
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thatseventiesbitch · 4 months
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What do you think eric and Donnas sex life is like? like who is the top there and who is the bottom haha
Well. We actually know quite a bit about their sex life, canonically.
First of all, it's... er. Frequent. 🤣 After they work through the awkwardness of their first time, Eric and Donna spend the rest of the series unable to keep their hands off each other.
By S3xE19 "Eric's Naughty No-No", they had already done it 100 times (thanks to Eric keeping count ). By S6xE13 "Won't Get Fooled Again", he tells Pastor Dan that he's lost count/his tracking system became unwieldly, but that the number is now in the 'zillions' 🤣. There are multiple episodes where they can't stop having sex: S3xE11 "Who Wants It More?", S6xE2 "Join Together". At one point they take a vow of celibacy due to a pregnancy scare, but that only lasts a few episodes before they break it in S6xE22 "Sparks". We even know that both Eric and Donna masturbate, thanks to S6xE17, "Happy Jack"!
We also know a lot about when Eric and Donna took different intimate steps in their relationship. They had their first time, of course, in the aptly titled S2xE16 "The First Time". But they also:
French kissed/tongue kissed for the first time in S1xE9 "Thanksgiving"
Made out for the first time in S1xE8 "Drive In"
Went to second base for the first time in S1xE22 "Punk Chick"
Went to third base for the first time in S2xE8 "Sleepover (This one is implied rather than completely explicit, but to paraphrase Nikki and Ozzie from T90S, 'Cuddling under a blanket usually = touching 'it', it's simple sex math' 🤣, plus they both told their friends they did some new stuff).
So, there's a bunch of information for you. I don't know if it answered your questions, but it's probably the best I can do. *lol*
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operationnope · 8 months
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Listen, maybe it’s just that I’ve done almost every slow burn route this game has ever thrown at us (Jake, Noah, Finn, now Ozzy, I also went for Oliver who was a last minute LI in S4), but I’m kind of… hopeful still? I won’t lie lmao, that hurt. It really hurt for a minute there. But at the end of the day, after you get a minute to sit back on it, it’s kind of understandable.
I seriously don’t get why people can do whatever they want in this game (MC included), but, if Ozzy does it, he’s the villain. Was what he did great? No. But was he hurt and confused and just made a mistake? Yeah. It’s actually not that different from what Grace did in CA, just less intentional. And I don’t know about you, but I don’t think Grace is a bad person. She’s not my favorite (I won’t lie), but she’s a good gal. So, I get it (I still have to get completely over it myself), but let’s not talk about Ozzy like he’s this bad person, please.
He’s no Suresh. More than anything, Ozzy gives Noah vibes with an even softer personality, more baggage AND more insecurities.
MC was absolutely right to be mad at Ozzy right about now, but personally I also defended him from Marshall and Grace, because what was that. The hypocrisy (Grace), the gall (Marshall).
Also, I see that a lot of people are forgetting this is Love Island and Ozzy had no obligation to anyone at the time in which CA happened. We have every right to be upset, of course, but he’s no snake or player. Personally, I kind of just want to hug him.
Again, MC is completely right to be mad at Ozzy now (though I’ll admit, I’m already dying for the two of them to sort things through), but the fact that Ozzy was spiralling so bad he went for a three-way kiss while skinny dipping (when we know how he feels about intimacy) absolutely broke my heart.
(Not to mention, when Ozzy said he immediately regretted that night and was beating himself up about it, I swear I felt his words down in my soul. Plus, he’s the only one who owned up to his own mistakes. That, in my opinion, is more important than not making them at all.)
ALL 👏 OF 👏 THIS 👏
Fact: We weren’t in a couple with Ozzy
Fact: As MC, you can make so many choices throughout the game (kissing, bits, lap dances, etc.) that you get away with
Fact: It stung, but I still love Ozzy
Maybe we are all just making excuses for him, but I really don’t think he’s a bad guy. He owned up to it and seemed so remorseful. Grace was unapologetic for kissing Hamish, which I don’t really care about, but then she’s livid about Ozzy. I like her but I’m over her antics.
At the end of the day, I’ve put up with much worse in this game- Cherrygate, Blake, S5 to name a few. We’ll get over this, too 💖💖
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