#sweet fluff

[imaniwriting]

Can you write an imagine with a lot of fluff abt rafe or jj dealing with reader while she is on her period and is having cramps and stuff like that?? Love your writing btw. ❤️

(Guys sorry I’ve been so slow answering requests I’ve had an immense headache for like 3 days straight also I’m working on the requests rn. Might do a rafe version of this if someone requests it!)

𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐬

Warnings: intentions of sex, swearing and super sweet fluff I can’t-

Summary: you are on your period and jj is the best boyfriend ever.

Genre : fluff

You had been having cramps all day and they were getting progressively worse by the second. You asked everybody in your family for pain killers but none of them had any left so you were forced to just curl up in your bed and try and wish the pain away.

Right when you got the two seconds of relief someone knocked at your window and instantly you knew who it was. “JJ,” you breathed out while standing up and opening the window. “Hey Baby,” JJ whispered before pulling you in to kiss.

You melted into the kiss not even noticing that he was pushing you up against the bed. “How ya doin,” he whispered while kissing along your neck pulling at your shirt. “JJ-“ you started being cut off by him nibbling at your sweet spot. His hands slid down to your sweat pants trying to pull them down.

“Stop, JJ” you said while taking his hands off your pants. He immediately backs off worried that he did something that made you uncomfortable. “What? Did I do something? I’m sorry” he began to ramble.

“No, god JJ you didn’t do anything I promise it’s just that-“ you started watching as his face fell in relief. “Uhm,” you continued not knowing how to tell him that you had your period since you still had to get used to talking openly about it.

“What? What’s wrong baby?” JJ asked sitting down beside you softly grabbing your face to force you to look at him. As you were about to answer a cramp started building up in your stomach making you hunch over grabbing it.

“is everything alright?” He asked his eyes scanning over you rapidly. “You’re not dying are you?” JJ asked sure that something big was up. “That would not be so bad right now” you gritted out.

“Im on my period.” You admitted making JJ sigh in Relief. “Fuck I thought you had cancer or something” he breathed out a laugh escaping your lips at his concern. You stood up and climbed onto your bed. “You wanna join?” You asked holding up the blanket for him to join you.

He nodded and crawled under the covers. His arms automatically wrapped around you while you leaned into him. “Does it hurt?” He asked seeing as you were curled up in his arms not budging. All you did is nod and he understood the pain of the situation.

He started to rub your sides in a relaxing way making you let out a low moan. He kissed your temple a couple times before leaning down to kiss your ear. “Hey y/n” he asked softly while gently nudging your head with his nose. You hummed softly in response waiting for his questions.

“When can we fuck again?” He asked making you laugh and push him jokingly. “JJ!” You exclaimed shaking your head “way to ruin a moment JJ.” You said pushing his head away when he tried to bury it in your neck.

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[mayoonn]

omgomg glad ure willing to write for them!! can i request a domtop!sugar daddy arlecchino x subbttm!sugarbaby m reader? i cant think of any plot rn soo the plot is up to yoou :D have a great daay dear ♡

Thank you for the request, dear! I hope you have a wonderful day ♡

I'm a sucker for arlecchino, especially if it's sugar daddy/baby dynamics. If you have another in mind, dear then please do tell me because I'm glad to do another (*´▽｀)ﾉﾉ ♥︎

(Domtop! Arlecchino, Subbttm! Male reader, male reader can be trans or cis, sugar daddy/baby dynamics, sweet fluff, mention of your past/trauma, mention of abuse and SA)

Arlecchino always smothered you with gifts and jewelry whether it's expensive or not. Not only that she is the best at giving pleasure, it's always so romantic with her that she never failed to make you fall for her harder. It was shocking someone like her could love someone like you or so you assumed. You're only there with arlecchino because she bought you at the auction. So pretty and sweet with that cute red lingerie, of course arlecchino bought you, you're a perfect match for her. When you're on the stage, she noticed how there are small bruises here and there and you're quivering in fear like a rabbit that's ready to flee at any moment. You couldn't because of the chain between your neck and your leg, oh poor you! Don't worry! Arlecchino is here now, dear.

Once you were sold to her, she went backstage. Of course, the men there didn't care about you! Always so rough on you and pushes you to her, she would've killed them right there if you weren't shivering and clinging to her body. She did not want to know what the men had done to your body, all she knows is that you're in her safe hands. Arlecchino just narrowed her eyes at the men as she covered your body with her coat and gently guided you out of that disgusting place.

You didn't know what to do, all you were taught was to accept any of your daddy's order and just be obedient. One, you were afraid that you would get caught escaping from her. Arlecchino didn't know that the disgusting place over there was such a scammer! Sure you could just live with her forever but you believe from a very young age that if you would stay with anyone longer than a month or so, you'll end up good as dead. You didn't want that, you also don't have anywhere to go so you go back to that place..

For a month, you don't trust arlecchino even if she's showering you with gentle love and gifts. You accepted it but you didn't return it. You believe everyone, men or not, they'll always use your body and dump you in dark, cold places. The more you get showered, the flustered you get. Arlecchino never forces you to bed with her, never forces you to wear lingerie or anything that is uncomfortable and it confuses you. What if it's her plan and she's just waiting for you to drop down your guard so she can break you!? It bothered you so much that you finally confronted her.

Your cheeks puffed out as you were ready to defend yourself whenever it goes ugly. Your brows furrowed and you're looking down at arlecchino with your arms crossed, yet arlecchino stared up at you with amusement. She chuckled and you started to blush, it was embarrassing when she's dressing you with the finest clothes and here you are, demanding an explanation from her when she kneels down for you. "Why? Such a doll you are, sweetie. Always behaving well, don't you think you deserve better from me?" There it is, you blushed harder than before. You swear you could faint from her stares and her smirks. Oh, why does she have to be so romantic with you?

You are beginning to drop your guard down around her once a while, sometimes you actually want to be with her all the time. You spend all your moments with her, whether she's doing her work, eating, sleeping, you're always there with her. You actually enjoy her company, her gentle touch, her kisses and even when she's spoiling you rotten. One of your favorite moments is her aftercare, you on her lap while she kisses your swollen lips over and over again. She appreciated your love, she wanted to show it to you.

"Still so sensitive? I'm so sorry, baby but I can't help when you're begging for daddy" she smirked as she rubbed your thigh and gave you a kiss. You pouted, your arms wrapped around her neck and hid your face in her breasts. Your body is filled with bite marks and lipstick marks while her body is filled with your scratch marks. Sometimes she teases you, comparing yourself to a small kitten and that flustered you so much! Oh how lucky you are to have her, you wonder if you could be with her forever.. Maybe you could propose to her one day and have a family together, you smiled to yourself at the thought of it ♡

#bottom male reader #x bottom male reader #arlecchino #arlecchino x reader #arlecchino x male reader #sugar daddy/baby dynamics #genshin impact x reader #for request ♡♡ #subbottom reader #domtop arlecchino #sweet fluff #anon!

[tomssexdoll]

Haii :3 no clue if you already did this or not..but can you do a Bill Kaulitz smut fic of like Bill having a crush on the reader in class and they get assigned a project to work together on & they decide to do it at Bills house and end up doing the freaky freak freak 👅👅👅🔥🔥🔥

OOO YES

crush

PAIRINGS: Bill 2007 x Female reader

CONTENT: FLUFF + SMUT

SYPNOSIS: Bill has a MASSIVE crush on y/n and has for years, one day the teacher announces that she would be pairing them up for a group project, Bill hoped to be paired with y/n and was surprised when he was, multiple opportunities racing through his head. Y/N goes to Bill's house to complete and tension is filled in the air then they freak duh

A/N: this photo omg.

WARNINGS: dom!bill, sub!reader, p in v (missionary), fingering

I've had a crush on this girl called y/n for years, she transferred to our school in 2nd grade and when I first layed my eyes on her, I was in love. She had such beautiful features, beautiful doe eyes, silky smooth hair and smelled amazing.

Throughout the years I've been trying to get her attention, sometimes she'd laugh at the jokes I made, any little bit of attention she gave me made me fall for her even more.

The teacher announced in class that we'd be having a group project and that she'd he picking the pairs. I crossed my fingers, praying for it to be Y/N.

She called out the last set of pairs and my head flew up as I heard "y/n and Bill", I tried to act cool on the outside and I sat next to her casually, but inside I was freaking the fuck out, she was so beautiful up close, her eyes hypnotizing.

"Do you want to come to my house after school and complete it?" I said, stumbling over my words, her presence making me super flustered. She nodded and smiled brightly "of course! I'll meet you at the school gates at 3pm and we can walk together" her smile could make anyones day better, she was such a smart and kind girl, always caring for others.

We continued to talk for the rest of the lesson, getting to know each other. I was so mesmerised by her, staring at her in awe.

As the end of the school day rolled by, I saw Y/N waiting for me at the school entrance, her beautiful hair flowing in the wind. "Hey gorgeous" I smirked, tapping her shoulder. She turned around and blushed softly, "hey! Let's go!" she grabbed my arm and started to walk.

I noticed as we walked she was slightly shivering, the cold air getting to her. "Hey..take this" I smiled and took my jacket off, wrapping it around her shoulders, the black leather complimenting her.

"Oh! Thanks..." she chuckled nervously, obviously flustered. I grinned to myself, everything was going so well.

As we arrived to my house, I brought her to my room and set out all the things we needed. We laid on the bed and worked on the project, researching and discussing the topic, our teacher made us do our assignment about rocks and it was so boring.

After a while we took a break, watching a movie. I slowly wrapped my arms around her shoulder, pulling her a bit closer. Out of the corner of my eye I saw as she smiled softly, resting her head on me.

During the movie I placed my hand on her thigh softly, my thumb running the skin. "What are you doing?" She suddenly spoke up, my eyes widened and I retracted my hand "sorry! I just...I" I stuttered, scared that I had taken things too far.

"oh no it's ok Bill!" She giggled and kissed my cheek softly, wrapping her arms around my waist and resting her head on my chest.

I felt my cheeks get hotter, I had never been this close to her before. I noticed my pants tightening a little bit. 'Shit shit shit not now!' I thought to myself, hoping she wouldn't notice.

She moved her arm a little and brushed over my erection, earning a small gasp out of me. She turned her head up to me, a look of concern plastered on her pretty face "what's wrong? Did I do something?" she pouted, I chuckled and shook my head "no..uh..it's nothing" she nodded and sighed, moving her arm again and noticing the mountain in my pants.

"Bill..are you...?" She looked back at me again, her eyes wide. I sighed and nodded in defeat "I'm sorry gorgeous I just... I can't help it...you're so-" suddenly, I was interrupted by a soft kissed being placed on my lips.

My eyes widened in shock, slithering my hand around the back of her head and kissing her passionately. "Mm.." she moaned into the kiss, palming my cock.

I kissed her harder, my lips continuously smashing into hers as her hands teased my clothed cock.

My hands fell down to her hips, lifting her delicate body and flipping us over, her underneath me. I rubbed my hard cock against her leg, unbuttoning her shirt and slowly taking it off to reveal her black lacey bra, "fuck.." my lips made their way to her chest and neck, kissing and sucking softly.

"you're so beautiful" I murmured against her skin, my hands trailing to her back, she arched her back and I fiddled with her bra, clipping it off and revealing her gorgeous tits. I groaned softly and latched onto one of her nipples, sucking sweetly.

Soft moans escaped her lips as her back arched higher, I slipped my fingers down her shorts and into her panties, finding her wet folds and rubbing up and down, teasing her.

"fuck...Bill..." she whimpered "put then in.." she looked up at me, her eyes desperate and urgent, I smirked and slowly slipped 2 digits into her, stretching her pussy out. "Oh fuck!" she moaned softly as I curled my fingers against her g spot, "so tight...gotta make you ready for me..." I kissed her roughly, thrusting harder.

I felt her hands scratch at my back, the pain weirdly pleasuring, making my cock ache for her. "So hard for you baby..need to be inside you" I moaned into her ear, my breath hot against her neck.

"Please...I need you" she winced, her hands flying to my pants, tugging them down. I helped her and pulled them off, along with my boxers.

She stared in shock at my length, "is that gonna fit?" her eyes darting to mine, I chuckled "don't worry baby, we can stop if it's too much" I kissed her neck softly, pulling her shorts and panties in a swift move.

I aligned myself at her entrance, slowly pushing in and stretching her out more, "a-ah!" she moaned loudly, digging her nails in my back again, this time way harsher. I knew she would leave a mark but it was so worth it, having her here with me was all I ever wanted.

I finally bottomed out, retracting my hips and slamming back into her, creating quite a harsh pace. Snapping my hips forward to pound into her hole, my tip drilling into her sweet spot.

Her moans were like music to my ears, sweet melodies I could listen to forever. She held onto me tightly, legs wrapping around my waist and pulling me closer.

She leaned forward and kissed my neck softly, leaving little marks everywhere. "I've liked you for years y/n..you're so fucking sexy, so caring and kind" I grunted, slamming my hips into hers.

She smiled softly, "i-mm...i've liked you too..f-fuck..for a long time.." she said, speaking to the best of her abilities, my cock slamming in and out of her didn't make things any better.

I chuckled, "that's all I need to hear baby" I reached my hand down, tracing soft circles on her clit "cum f'me baby..be a good girl" I muttered, my thrusts getting faster, eager for my release.

I felt tension building up in my stomach and with a tight clench of her pussy I shot my cum into her, coating her walls with my thick load.

I continued to thrust into her, her orgasm slowly approaching, her tight pussy teasing me immensley. "Fuckk!" she cried out, clenching tightly one more time and cumming all over my cock.

I fucked our highs out, a little ring of cum at the base of my cock, I slowly pulled out, our shared fluids dripping out slowly onto my bed.

I quickly grabbed a tissue from my nightstand and wiped her clean, laying beside her and holding her close, kissing the top of her head gently. "When are we going to finish that project?" she giggled, looking up at me, I shrugged "tomorrow, I want you to be in my arms for now, that's all that matters" kissing her gently.

"Did you mean it when you said you've liked me for years Bill?"

"Yes of course, I've liked you since the day I saw you, I've never liked anyone else" I chuckled, a little embarassed.

"Well, I thought of you as a friend for a while, until 7th grade, something just changed.." she sighed "you were just different to the other guys, more respectful, super kind and caring, the day you gave me your jacket when it was raining heavily is a memory I'll never forget" she smiled brightly, I tangled my fingers in her hair, playing with it "i'm glad you feel the same way, I can't believe it took us until our last year of high school to finally be where we are" I whispered sweetly in her ear, caressing her back with my other hand.

E/N: SORRY IF THIS IS BAD I'M JUST REALLY TIRED TONIGHT

tags: @tomscumdump @itsmealaiah

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[ateezlovely]

darling you

pairing: choi san x reader (genderneutral)

genre: angst + fluff

description: being away from you has left san feeling worried but your reassuring words remind him you are the only one for him. inspo from darl+ing by seventeen! (0.5k words)

a/n: not usually someone who reads or writes angst so I had to make it angst w sweet fluff ^_^

⏤

San felt exhausted, he felt nervous, and most of all he felt worried. He had been dating you for over a year now and this was his longest relationship yet. It has been good in the relationship but you had to move back home to take care of a family member that was not well. This has put a strain on the relationship and you had asked for a break until you were able to come back and fully focus on him and your relationship.

San missed you badly, it was hurting him so much to be away from you and not be there for you. It wasn’t like you guys stopped talking or you were broken up, it was more like you just needed some space, but San was worried. He was worried you wouldn’t come back to him and this would be the end of the relationship. These thoughts kept overwhelming San it was making his chest feel so heavy he thought it was going to cave in. You were his first serious relationship and he never wanted to let you go, his whole heart belonged to you.

Every day and night San waits for a text or call from you. Not wanting to be overbearing or a burden he doesn’t text you first until the end of every day, giving you time. Except when he knows you are in bed and have some time to focus on him, he can't help but dial your number to hear your voice. Just getting to talk to you makes him feel better, he feels less lonely and the weight on his chest lifts.

It was late at night and you were almost falling asleep on the phone. He laid in bed watching you through the screen with your hair in your face and eyes closed. He thought you looked so sweet and peaceful.

‘’Sweetheart?’’ he whispered, ‘’Darling?’’

You hummed saying, ‘’Yeah Sannie?’’

‘’I love you…and I care for you, a lot’’ he continued whispering not wanting you to be fully disturbed by him.

‘’I care and love you too baby’’ your eyebrows were slightly pinched together as if you were confused by his random words, ‘’I want to be with you forever and I can’t wait until I can be in your arms again’’

He smiled softly, feeling reassured and happy you said that. All he wished he could have right now was you in his arms and kissing you softly.

‘’I will never take you for granted,'' you breathed out, ''darling you are the one for me’’

Your honest and sincere words made San's heart beat fast and all his worries go away. There is no doubt that you are the person he wants by his side forever, he wants to fall into your warmth and never leave.

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[vijayasena]

Abhi na jao chod kar ke dil abhi bhara nahi.....

[ ram x female reader ]

summary - when your husband loves you too much that it started to get visible in every action of his and the heart cherishes the feeling of unconditional and hopeless long lasting bond you both share... [ fluff lots and lots of fluff ]

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No one's p.o.v.....

The sun started to set earlier than the usual in Delhi these days.

winters striked the capital quicker and the atmosphere was causing the bones to get freezed in the chilly air. it looked like mother nature was having mood swings these days.

the greenery of the distant rooftops shined because of pearl drops of dew covering them.

Green plants looked refreshed and newly bloomed flowers attracted bees in such a surreal way that the atmosphere looked heavenly .

Sun provided enough warmth but not that enough to get rid of the cold that was threatening to put the body on freeze.

Distant rooftops glowed like blush pink loaves of bread scattering the hue of reddish and orange tint across the wet pavement of the roads shined through the street lamps illuminating the wet cold roads, as if making it look like engulf in flames.

the faint noises of kids playing under the giant black sky .

and the mothers and women of houses wrapped up in warm shawls shared evening talks with a cup of chai in their hands while watching over their kids.

the capital looked quiet peaceful and it looked like everyone was contented and happy as a peaceful environment engulfed everything and everyone.

whereas the men were engrossed in talking about how the world was changing and the politics was taking place in the changing world of cultures and traditions.

the brown eyed man walked silently sighing taking a deep breath lost in the void of his mind the never ending silent thoughts of his made him get trapped inside his own head. as he came across the door of his house as he stepped inside taking a small shaky breath a sense of calm and serenity passed his quiet yet loud mind .

the smell of sandalwood and jasmine hit his nostrils making him feel very calm and relaxed all of a sudden as a big yet tired yet so beautiful smile spread across his face, as if his soul found its solace all of a sudden the smell always ready to send him in comfort providing so much comfort and warmth that he just wanted nothing but to immerse himself in it.

his exhausted eyelashes closed as his irises dilated a bit searching for certain someone he needed after such a tiring and bad day that was the person his heart craved the presence of and soul surrendered to. passing through the living room he sighed as the familiar warmth of his home the essence of his comfort zone fit in a comfortable silence echoed inside the walls of his house.

his eyes desperately and impatiently searched for his wife.. as he came inside the another room and passing through the dining hall he found her and his steps halted a bit, and breath hitched in his throat.

as if every time he saw her he fell in love with her all over again it was always visible in his actions and behavior that how much he loved his wife his ardhangini his better half and his forever.

he loved her so much that sometimes it physically hurted sometimes she was his heaven on earth and his only thing to be his everything. he always prayed and wished to vishwanath watching upon him to keep his wife safe and healthy he always prayed for her well being because she was all that mattered .

that always made sense' that only made and keep him sane no words in the world were capable and beautiful enough to describe the love Ram felt for his wife, if he could give her one thing in life it was always going to be the ability to see herself through his eyes only then she could be able to realize that how special she was for him. and what her existence meant in his life.

because at the end of the day she was the person he wanted to come home to, the person he wanted to tell how his day went, the person he wanted to share his happiness, sadness, the frustration and success the sorrows and everything with she was his comfort place after all.

they were arranged it was all just awkward and strange in the start but she was enough she was the one he always needed she was doing amazing things to him.

she had a smile that could easily change the world, that could do more than she could ever think of and more she was always more than she thought.

he knew he might not be able to tell her everyday but she meant the whole world to him the day she stepped her lakshmi like steps in his life changing everything for forever for something meaningful and beautiful .

he never realized how much she felt like home to him until he found himself thinking about ho much he wished she could be with him the times hadn't been.

thinking about how he wanted to experience every damn kind of emotions ups and downs and problems and adventures of the life, the fight he had for his land for his people for his nation with her by his side the saying -

" home is whenever i am with you" had never been more clearer to him . she as his home and he was homesick without her.

She made him feel human again, her touch, her laughter her breath everything showed him what it was like to be a person a living breathing human being.

she came into his life at a time when it looked like everything was going to be finished when everything was against him, everything would kill him. She showed him everything he had to live and fight for.

In that short period he called her his she made him feel like there were galaxies in his veins, and the stars made their home in his eyes.

He was forever grateful for the universe and the Vishwanath for bringing her to him for being his wife his better half his everything.

his hopelessly in love with my wife demeanor was factually visible in that sweet smile of his, the loose lazy relaxed walking and a calm look in his chocolaty brown eyes.

that seemed to shine even more now seeing his priyatama looking like an enchanting apsara.

she looked like a blooming flower refreshing and soothing despite coming from such a cold weather just entering in the house seeing his wife made all his senses wash away.

like a wave of sea taking away everything ready to hold him in the home of her arms kiss his forehead lovingly and hold his hands in hers never letting him go. saving him from the world saving him from himself. from the demons inside his own head.

"Ram?" he snapped out from the reverie of his thoughts upon hearing the sweet soothing voice reaching to his ear like honey being poured right into his ear drums.

he was definitely unconditionally, irrevocably, and hopelessly so in love with the woman standing there in a red saree.

he gave her a big beautiful smile of his which was only reserved for her to see. because no one else in this whole world had the capability of making ram feel such way the way his wife made him feel.

his heart swelled with joy, seeing her lips stretching in the same grin as soon as her eyes found her husband .

The one her heart and soul yearned for and the one she was surrendered to.

The red cotton fabric hugged her body as if the cloth was made only for her. increasing the vibrancy of her soft tan skin shining under the golden bulb of their bedroom.

And her eyes looked like flames engulfed in fire urging him to lost himself in those kohl decorated beautiful eyes.

putting the clothes down she was folding on the bed .and keeping the already folded ones in the closet she smiled softly at her husband.

walking towards him as he sighed taking a deep breath oh how he could do anything in his power to make her smile like that every moment for his life.

that damn smile his most favorite thing to witness in the whole world whenever she smiled it was like the universe was in peace.

" how was your day bangaram ?" he smiled softly before engulfing her in a sweet tight embrace closing his eyes taking a contended sigh.

the meaning of this hug was unexplainable as it held the emotions he was so bad at expressing sometimes, but was able to make her feel what he actually held for her in his heart.

the sweet smell of gandharraj and sandalwood the smell of her. that scent that was the reason for his peace of mind and there he stood holding his everything in his arms.

" shouldn't i be asking that question ?" she chuckled hugging him back with the same love and willingness that he did sighing in peace closing her eyes as well. The hug.

This hug... ram held her more tighter he had once read in a novel that it was just about one person . and one day there would be a person who was going to hug him in such a way that all his broken pieces would be fixed back together.

the female was sure of one thing nothing was more right nothing felt more home than being in his arms.

she had seen him she had been with him since day one . though it wasn't like same as now but still he was someone she could tell without doing or saying anything that she was blessed to have him as her partner. if he really thought that he could bear her for the rest of his life she as ready to surrender her soul that was his.

in his eyes she could see ruins of scarred heart mystery tragedies. but for her that was what made him beautiful the way he could bear replicas of his yesterdays, the way he put it in display making him present more vibrant and astonishing and as he was amidst every chaotic day. the one thing she was always fond of was his eyes.

Ram's eyes... those brown almond eyes, he had wonderful eyes not the type which always drowned her in, but the type which made her feel a little more alive.

the one's which always looked cold but deep inside give warmth they were beautiful they made her beautiful . but sometimes beneath those long lashes and brown irises she could see the emotions or the things which he never told.

some fears, and some regrets the silence narrated stories with the soft roaring waves, it held so many secrets so many lies as well which he hated to tell as well.

something that was imperfectly perfect for her she found herself falling like never before . she found something in his nothing something she needed to hold on some fears some tears and some illusions maybe that she never wanted to end.

she held him letting him take his time she knew he didn't like speaking all together but took time in pieces. so she just hugged him not saying anything letting him hold her. she caressed his hair locks running her soft fingers through them.

" had a bad day ?" she whispered softly rubbing his back soothingly while he just sighed nodding a bit pulling her more close if possible the woman in red smiled a bit " its okay you are okay everything is fine" she smiled.

her words calmed him down actually as he broke the hug holding her shoulders giving her a soft nod " what about you ?" he asked she knew he didnt wanted to talk about it, so she didn't forced him to.

that's the thing Ram admired most about her she never forced him or pestered him to do something he didn't wanted to, and always supported him in every decision of his . she knew when to stay silent when to not ask much about anything and when to just listen to him.

" working on a new article they are confiscating the plantation fields of farmers in eastern side making estate businesses for the company illegally that's what i am working on. "

she told him smiling a bit her eyes were tired but an exhausted smile still played on her lips. this was the another thing Ram loved about his wife she was independent.

and she knew to speak about bad and unjust he always supported her decision of working even when society didn't liked and let women work outside of the house.

so being the senior editor in newspaper publications . the male couldn't be more happier and proud of his wife. she was perfect in every possible way and working for better causes for their motherland in fact even encouraged other women as well .

he frowned a bit " are you tired bangaram ? is the work being too much ?" he asked in a soft tone caressing her cheek looking down at her.

she shook her head shaking her head " no i am fine don't worry " she chuckled giving him a reassuring look patting his cheek as he nodded a bit he knew she could get exhausted by working all day, and then doing the house chores as well .

Ram was never a person who acted like that dominant husband giving orders to their wives he was always so supportive and helpful.

he always helped his wife in household work and that increased the love and respect she had for him . More than she could ever imagine from cooking and cleaning to everything he always was a big help and the female couldn't be more lucky for having such a perfect man like Ram.

" you get fresh i will serve the dinner " she nodded walking towards the kitchen to serve the dinner, but he caught her wrist pulling her back shocking her through the core as she baffled looking at him with wide eyes .

" ram!' she exclaimed in surprise and shocked tone not expecting this from her usually shy husband he chuckled wrapping an arm around her waist .

" stay for a bit ?" he asked softly looking in her eyes giving her a tender smile before laying down on the bed putting his head on her lap. she looked down flushing more red sighing taking a deep breath running her hands through his hair giving him a smile .

" guess we both are tired ?" she asked looking down at him while he hid his face in her torso as her saree felt so comfortable isn't that what he wanted to live for all his life?

he felt so serene and calm . " we do" he nodded muttering softly while she chuckled " well my husband i need to prepare dinner let me go" she tried cupping his cheek .

while he looked up at her smiling looking at her with so much love and affection, that she turned away smiling slightly shaking her head as her cheeks turned a shade of red .

" god you look so beautiful when you blush " he whispered making her sigh " stop it now okay ?" she look at him as her lips threatening to break into a shy smile.

" can't help it when i got such gorgeous wife ?" he said tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear going all in awe with the beauty she possessed.

" ram please god " she looked at him giving him an amused smile " okay okay fine" he chuckled getting up sitting and looking at her . " go and get fresh i have put your clothes on the nearby cabinet of washroom" she rushed out so as to not show her blushing face making him laugh .

these small moments were the one's he always cherished . with all his might these moments were the one's that made their life more beautiful and she was the only thing that gave him a reason to live .

oh how his heart always started to throb in his chest whenever she was around and near him she was all he needed to live and survive.

" oh come on its nothing its just some vegetables i can cut them will you stop now ?"

The female put her hands on her hips shaking her head t her husband because he was so stubborn he never listened "its okay let me help its just some vegetables right ? Then what's wrong if I help?" he took the knife and plate from her as the brown eyed female huffed.

She knew he would never listen so she turned back towards the kitchen to fry the fresh pooris.

" You know I like helping you in household chores" she heard him saying as she sighed shaking her head with a smile " and you amuse me sometimes because of how good you are ?" She chuckled kneading a dough of the flour.

When a hand came to get her strands of Hair behind her ear a kiss was being planted on her right cheek. " I am no good I am just doing a normal thing and helping your wife isn't a big deal." he smiled as she turned to look at him her eyebrows raised.

The usual shy husband was acting so bold of a sudden what's wrong suddenly?

Her breath hitched in her throat as her hands stopped their moments and she turned to look at him only to find him already staring shaking her head at his antics. " there is something seriously wrong with you today "

she sighed as hearing that hearty chuckle erupted so many butterflies in her stomach she admired him for a moment. .

" I don't know just found you so pretty today" The female was compelled to roll her eyes to mask her blushing face at that moment . as she put the dough aside giving him a look and turned towards the cabinets to take some other stuff out.

" what do you mean? I don't look pretty any other day then?"

She bit down her lip to not smile as seeing his expressions changed all of a sudden she knew what he actually meant . but wanted to have some fun as well and tease him a bit.

he immediately shook his head in no " no ban-bangaram that's not what i meant" his voice was a bit shaky as the female in red chuckled .

" oh yeah ? then what did you meant ?" she turned to look at him raising her eyebrows leaning against the counter.

Ram's heart throbbed loudly against his chest this was the effect his wife had on him which always took him by surprise.

he sighed looking down opening his mouth to say something again but nothing came out that was when he heard her magical laugh. oh! that laugh he could die to hear that laugh again and again. as it felt like music to his ears.

this was the time of the day when he could easily forget the reality, the guilt, the self hatred, the disgust, all he had for himself. and just melt and surrender himself in the arms of his wife in such a way that reality used to fade like fog somewhere from where he didn't wanted to jump back in.

because that was the life he hated the reality. in which he was being a facade being something he didn't wanted to doing something he didn't had to, how much it took to be that. and how easy it was for the woman in front of him to accept him the way he was and made him feel human and alive again.

" i was pulling your leg jaan relax"

she chuckled shaking her head as a smile broke on his face as well . he didn't even remembered if he smiled as much as he as he did with her ever before.

his life was too much in a dark turmoil before her but she was there to save him to be his sun when he was drowning in rain.

she was mature, independent had a confident aura and a kind smile the most beautiful eyes and most generous and sweetest behavior he really was so lucky that he got a wife like her .

did he needed anything more when he had her ? The answer was no.

the sweet chiming of her anklets echoed in the atmosphere . as she silently served the dinner for both of them. while Ram help her set up the dinner table.

even after she said no countless times her husband was too much of concerned about her that he didn't even let her do the dishes.

all time she just wondered why he was so perfect ? and what she did to deserve someone as perfect and amazing as him.

standing near the window staring at the sky she wrapped her arms around herself .

when he came and hugged her from behind she smiled softly as soon as his arms wrapped around her waist and he put his chin on her shoulder " what is it that my wife is so lost about ?"

she leaned more on to him cupping his cheek from one hand . closing her eyes feeling all the love at the moment his arms were her home as well. whether he liked that or not but she always crave these long hugs.

" that how i got so lucky to have you as my partner of life ?" her voice so soft and slow while her heart increased its pace.

" isn't that something i should be thinking about?" his grip tightened while tone got more calm as if the universe was asleep.

" maybe we both should be thinking about that ?" she whispered turning in his arms putting her hands on his shoulder he took a deep breath before planting a sweet kiss on her forehead giving her a smile " maybe" he answered feeling bliss.

" maybe" she said back hugging him as well. and that was the moment she realized his love was visible in every action of his. and maybe she was just a little more lucky than him.

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[pocketseizure]

King Mode

Using his parachute cap, Luigi arrives at the final castle early only to find that it’s not set up yet. Bowser invites him to talk, and Luigi confesses his disappointment that his green hat has become synonymous with easy mode. Bowser puts this into perspective before making a confession of his own.

complete at 1,350 words . ( also on AO3 )

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Luigi glided to the upper balcony of the castle. As soon as his feet touched the ground, the green hat in his hands shrank down to its normal size. He pushed back his hair and replaced his hat on his head as he stepped across the threshold.

He expected to be met by traps, but instead he found a koopa and a shy guy sitting on a bench and eating sandwiches. The koopa greeted him with a wave.

“Hi Luigi! You’re here early,” she said. “We’re still getting set up. The boss is in the back. Just head down this hallway and take a right. It’s a bit of a mess, but you’ll be fine.”

Luigi didn’t know what he expected. “Okay,” he replied. “Thanks, I guess.”

“Nice place, isn’t it?” the shy guy added.    

It certainly was. Bowser’s team had been taking care of the castle flowers, which looked as healthy as they’d ever been, and the carpet running down the center of the stone floor was freshly shampooed.

“Yeah, it is nice,” Luigi agreed, not knowing how else to respond. “Well, enjoy your afternoon.”

He set off down the corridor. Piranha plants were already arranged along the walls. A few offered their snouts, and Luigi pet them absentmindedly. He took a right at the end of the corridor and abruptly found himself in a cavernous hall whose floor was submerged beneath a swamp of bright purple ooze.

This would have been a problem if he didn’t have a magical hat that doubled as a paraglider. While everyone else had to navigate obstacles by trial and error, Luigi could just glide and enjoy the scenery. That was why he was here early. So early, in fact, that the scaffolding over the poisonous pit hadn’t been removed yet. A few gnarly vines thumped lazily on the boards of the shaky wooden platform, but Luigi had the luxury of ignoring them as he crossed.

The throne room lay on the other side of the makeshift bridge. Aside from a thick jumble of electrical cables snaking across the floor, the chamber was empty. With nothing else to do, Luigi seated himself on one of the oversized plush chairs and made himself comfortable as he studied the colorful mess of objects occupying the room. He couldn’t make sense of most of it, but it was clear that Bowser intended to pull out all the stops for this performance.

If he waited long enough, Luigi decided, Bowser would show up eventually. Sure enough, as soon as the thought entered his mind, there was the man himself.

“Luigi! Good to see you,” Bowser called out. “I was just taking a break. Want some coffee?”

“Wouldn’t you prefer to battle to the death?” Luigi asked as he accepted a mug.

“Maybe later,” Bowser offered affably, seating himself on the throne next to Luigi’s.

Luigi tried the coffee. It was surprisingly good. “Is there any way I could convince you to give the Flower Kingdom back the… what was it you took this time?”

“Just their castle. Sure, I’ll give it back. But I’m not done with it yet.”

“Don’t people live here?”

“Would you want to live in a giant castle with bad plumbing built over a poisonous swamp? I’m telling you, this place was practically begging for renovations.”

“That’s a fair point. Sorry for getting here early, by the way.”

“Don’t apologize! It’s good to see you.” Bowser flashed his teeth. “And besides, the Yoshis have been running around the castle since this morning. They’re handy little buggers. Who do you think made this coffee?”

“Yoshis drink coffee?”

“Don’t dinosaurs drink coffee where you’re from? Listen, I want to show you something we’re installing on the lower level,” Bowser said as he passed Luigi an electrical panel adorned with a comically large red button.

“I’m not sure I should push this.”

“Come on, I’ve been working on it for weeks. You’re gonna love it.”

Luigi shrugged. What was the worst that could happen?

As soon as he pushed the button, a set of wall panels dropped to reveal cannon barrels. An explosive bang reverberated across the room as missiles fired into the room. They moved slowly, their flight governed by motion stabilizers. Each trailed a puffy cloud of rainbow-colored smoke.

Luigi considered how he might navigate this hazard. Jumping from missile to missile would require keen reflexes and precise timing. Or, as he had done up to that point, he could simply glide. Not much challenge there.

“That’s impressive,” Luigi said, doing his best to infuse his voice with enthusiasm.

“Damn right it is,” Bowser agreed. “You could even say these missiles pass with flying colors.”

Luigi nodded. “I like the rainbow. It’s always good to take a shot in the bright direction.”

The missiles hit the far wall, and the castle shook. Luigi cringed as the thick electrical cables hanging from the ceiling swayed with a menacing looseness.

“You don’t seem all that impressed,” Bowser observed. “I can take critique. Lay it on me.”

Luigi knew that Bowser could not, in fact, take critique. Mercifully, it wasn’t Bowser’s work that was the problem.

“I was just thinking about how it’s a classic combo, the bullet bridge over the poison swamp,” Luigi said. “It’s a fun obstacle course to navigate, if you have the skills, but that sort of thing always gives me trouble. I assumed I would get better, but I never did. Now I probably never will. I’m starting to feel bad for using my hat to bypass traps like this.”

“Why would you feel bad?”

Bowser seemed confused, so Luigi told him the truth. “It’s like I’m going through this on easy mode.”

“And what’s the matter with that?”

“It feels like cheating. And worse, I hate that it’s my green hat that’s become the symbol of just gliding through a level.”

“Hey, I worked on this project for years with the help of my staff and the entire Flower Kingdom. Don’t you think I want people to see as much of it as possible? No one is going to appreciate the full extent of my brilliance if they quit halfway.” Bowser laughed and clapped Luigi on the back. “You keep saying ‘easy mode,’ but I think they should call it king mode!”

“Don’t mind that I got here early?”

“Of course not. Junior’s away from the castle, and everyone’s busy with last-minute prep. I don’t have much to do until Mario and the princess get here, and I wanted to spend time with you. That’s why I made those adjustments to your hat. Didn’t I tell you?”

Luigi finished his coffee, savoring the moment. Bowser, who normally couldn’t keep his mouth shut, hadn’t said anything about this before now. Luigi supposed that he didn’t mind. In a world built for people like Mario, it was nice to feel welcome and included.

“So, now that I’m here,” Luigi prompted, “what do you want to do?”

“I was hoping you’d ask! Did you get a chance to try the wonder seeds on your way to the castle?”

“I took every chance I could get. Wonder seeds are way better than mushrooms. Back at home, there are so many mushrooms that I’m always tripping on them.”

Bowser snorted in approval. “I can see how that doesn’t leave mushroom for adventure. But wouldn’t you know it, I happen to have a high-quality batch of wonder seeds not available to the general public. This is the king’s own stash,” Bowser boasted as he presented Luigi with a velvet bag.

Luigi selected one of the chestnut husks and pulled its sprout, revealing a seed of an unusually brilliant turquoise blue. Something this neon couldn’t be healthy, but Luigi’s time in the Mushroom Kingdom had taught him not to be picky. With any luck, this wouldn’t be the strangest thing he’d put in his mouth before the day was over.

“Here’s to king mode!” Bowser toasted before emptying the bag of seeds into his mouth.

“Here’s to king mode,” Luigi agreed. He took a bite of the wonder seed and sat back to enjoy the show.

#Super Mario Bros #Super Mario Wonder #Luigi #Bowser #Bowser x Luigi #Bowuigi #sweet fluff #dad jokes #my fic

[wrrrenff]

Our First Valentines

Stardew Valley Elliot x F! reader. Synopsis: You and Elliot have been dating for a few months now. Being the romantic he is, Elliot went all out for the woman he loves of this special holiday. Warning: n/a

Valentine's day was approaching. Everyone with a partner in the valley was practically buzzing with excitement, speculating what plans their loved ones have planned for them and sharing what they themselves have planned. It was sweet. You had never really had a valentines day that was more than a 'fancy' (chili's) dinner and sex right after. Not that you hated that, it just wasn't anything magical. You were very happy to have probably the most loving boyfriend you ever had to spend the holiday with this year. Thinking about your time together, you started preparing you gifts for your man.

In his cabin, Elliot was busy at work making Valentine's preparations. He has always wanted to go above and beyond for his love and now was his chance. How could he not celebrate the greatest person he has ever met? You're the woman who changed his life, became his muse, inspired him to finish his novel! He got up extra early to begin preparing, going as far as to travel to Zuzu City to get supplies for today. After hours and hours of work, it was almost time to pick you up at the farm for the big night. Elliot walked over to his mirror, made some final adjustment to his outfit, and he was off.

Just as you finished up putting yourself together, there was a knock on the door. "Coming!" You put on your shoes and headed to the door. You were greeted with you devilishly handsome boyfriend. He was wearing a play on his normal attire. A sleek red blazer, a white button down, a vibrant green tie that paired nicely with his matching slacks and a pair of dress shoes. As you were taking him in, he was admiring you just as much. You decided you wear a beautifully fitted red dress that showed of all your best assets and a pair white heels that extenuated your legs. He wanted to drink you up, but he resisted like the gentleman he is. "My darling, you look incredible. Like a work of art." He took you hand in his and kissed it leaving you a blushing mess. "You look so handsome my dear." You replied, walking up close to him to give him a proper kiss. Elliot composed himself. You were not making it easy to control himself. He extended his arm to you. "Shall we?" You accepted him arm and you both headed off towards his home.

Arriving to his shack, he leads you in an you notices the lengths he went to celebrate your relationship tonight. Candles decorated the room, flower petals trailing around the room, the table set with a lavish meal, and the ting that impressed you the most, a bouquet of white lilies, apple blossoms, baby's breath, red camellia, honeysuckle, and of course, red roses. Elliot had told you about the language of flowers after researching it for his book. After this, you two would use this language to send each other meaningful messages. You were speechless. You turned to Elliot and captured him in an emotional hug. "You didn't have to do all of this. Thank you so much. I love you." Elliot pull back from the hug and locks his eyes onto yours. "I would walk to the ends of the earth if it would make you smile. This is nothing." You both laughed at his cheesiness.

"Now I feel like my gift to you is dumb." You looked at the ground feeling embarrassed. "You don't have to give me anything princess. You being here is plenty." Before you could worry much more over it, you handed him a carefully wrapped box. He opened it up to reveal a few bottles of squid ink. Now was Elliot's turn to be speechless. You worried he hated it so you started rambling. "I'm sorry. I know it's lame. I just remembered you mentioning when you got to try writing with squid ink but couldn't keep doing it due to the rarity and expense so I thought I'd raise some squid on my farm and-" Before you could realize it, Elliot and set down the gift and captured your lips. The kiss was filled with with so much love and adoration for you. It almost brought you to your knees. "Y/N, this is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me. You truly are the best thing to happen to me."

After that, you both headed to the table to eat. You had complimented his cooking, surprised at how good it was considering Elliot claimed to be a terrible chef. Sheepishly, Elliot admitted to having Gus cater your dinner. It didn't matter at all to you though. Just the amount of thought put into the night was enough to solidify this is the man you were meant to spend your life with. The love and care he has shown you time and time again only supported this. After your incredible dinner, Elliot put a record on the vinyl and you two danced for a while. It felt perfect. Everything felt perfect with him. Swaying in his arms, you couldn't imagine anywhere else you'd rather be than here with him.

#fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #fanfic writing #my fanfic #stardew valley #ao3 writer #stardew elliott #stardew valley elliott #stardew #stardew farmer #stardew valley farmer #valentines day #valentines fanfic #fluff #one shot #sweet fluff #stardew fluff

[midnightfictionlibrary]

Adore You - Anthony Bridgerton x Fem!Reader - Epilogue

Anthony Bridgerton x Fem!Reader

Content : Love, family, adoration of your beloved

Summary : Anthony and y/n share a sweet moment in the nursery while looking over their perfect daughter.

Word Count : 619

A/N : hi everyone. This is part 3 and the epilogue to my Come Away With Me mini fic series. it is pure fluff, and it's a bit shorter than the others, but I think its extremely sweet all the same.

Read the previous part here

You hummed quietly to yourself, reading a book settled in one hand while the other rocked the small bassinet by your side. Your daughter slept peacefully, nestled inside. Her curly brown hair was just like her father’s, and you loved it. It gave you endless joy to know that you had given birth to a beautiful bundle of joy such as Lillian. She was everything you had ever dreamed of. You closed your book and set it down softly, leaning over as you watch Lillian’s brown eyes flutter open. 

You smile, stroking her soft face with your finger slightly, when you hear a contented hum from the doorway. You look up to see Anthony, and an even bigger smile forms on your face. Anthony returns your happiness and steps into the nursery, sliding behind you to squeeze you gently around the waist. He sets his chin lightly on your shoulder, rocking you slightly as you both gaze down at your child. 

“I have never witnessed anything so perfect until I witnessed you with our daughter, darling.” He whispers, pressing a sweet kiss to your neck. You nuzzle the side of your face into his cheek and laugh slightly. 

“I could very much say the same about you.” You bring a hand up to touch his face lightly and turn out of his grasp to pick your daughter up. She coos gently, her little hands reaching up and out towards her father. This makes you smile and you hand her over gently as your husband takes her. 

You start to tidy up around her nursery while you listen to Anthony speaking to the baby. You pick up her blanket and start to fold the delicate edges while Anthony sits on the floor, handing Lillian a rattle. His eyes are sparkling, full of love and light and he was speaking in a low tone. 

“Lillian, my sweet Lillian, I will always be here for you and your mama.” He paused to stroke the curly brown hair and smile. “You are the most beautiful, I know you will grow into an intelligent, fierce lady.” He leans over to kiss the baby’s forehead and she laughs, tossing her rattle at her father and clapping wildly. 

You smile to yourself, observing the two people you loved most in the world. Who would have thought that a late night walk in the garden would lead to such a perfect little family? You remember what he said to you that night and you turn to face your husband, lost in the little world your daughter had pulled him into. “Anthony?” 

He looks up at you, his brown eyes settling on you softly. “Yes, darling?” 

I would go through the very circles of hell to change your opinion of me. That was what he had said that night. 

“My opinion of you has completely changed. You are the most adoring, lovely man I have ever had the pleasure to know.” 

Anthony’s face softens completely and he stands up, handing the baby another toy before crossing the room to you and gathering you in his arms. 

“I adore you completely, and always have, darling.” He whispers. “I was too much a fool to act before that night in the garden. Now that we are bound to each other, I will spend the rest of my earthly days cherishing you.” 

You lean in, capturing his lips in yours. He slides a hand up your back to cradle your neck, and when you pull back he grins. 

“If you continue to kiss me so sweetly, we shall soon have another Lillian in the nursery.” 

You laugh loudly, shaking your head before bringing your beloved in for another sweet, adoring kiss.

#anthony bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton fanfiction #anthony bridgerton x reader #sweet fluff #loving #true love

[dragons-fangstic-hoard]

"Oh Biscuits! It's a baby"!

While on a practice flight/scrape run/ maybe hopefully date, Uzi and N come across a dying worker drone.

The dying drone entrusts the odd pair with their most precious thing in all the universe. a baby drone, this one does not look like normal pill drone baby's. it looks like an actual baby! and with a storm setting in, the pair have no choice but to hide out in an old home untill they can give the baby to the nursery....hopefully they don't get attached

what happens when Uzi and N are forced to look after a baby drone?

will sparks fly?

is romance in the air?

will Uzi be a better parent than her dad?

should N get a moustache

If you have any questions about this story so ask and please let me know what you think

A special thank you and credit to Nosferatank for the awesome disassembly drone vocalisation and behaviour headcanons.

#murder drones #murder drones fanfic #nuzi #biscuitbites #parents nuzi #murder drones oc #fluff #sweet fluff #tooth rotting fluff #uzi and n basically adopt a kid

[rockingrobin69]

Buttery Sweet

It wasn’t meant to happen like this—mismatched socks and ceaseless yawning, eyes glued half-shut, certainly not a morning person—coming out as a sigh, as an obviously, a bit of a joke and a bit far-too-serious. Potter stopped still, spatula vibrating in the air.

“What did you…?”

Draco blinked, suddenly aware of what he said, suddenly—shit, shit, shit—awake, gods bloody damn it, too late. “What?”

“No, you what. Did you mean that?”

“Oh. I don’t—just—” it was too bleeding early, and he didn’t get even three hours of sleep, with Potter’s hand always touching, just where he wanted it, didn’t want it, couldn’t, ahh, couldn’t—“Erm.”

Potter turned around, so slowly it was frightening, blurry in the soft light. Whatever smelled so good in the frying pan kept sizzling away happily. Apples, maybe. And butter. And—

“Draco.”

How can he make his name sound so menacing. Like a threat, a knife to his throat. And like a pillow, at the same time, soft and easy to sink into…

“Draco.”

Shit, he’s expected to answer. “I don’t… what’re you making?”

The frown deepened, twisting until it was almost a smile. “You’re not seriously trying—” then he sighed, shook his head. Made it look almost fond, somehow. Truly was a wizard, that man. “I’m not making anything, yet. Trying to bake those pastries you liked. They’re a fucking nightmare.”

He didn’t add, like you, although he could have, just as easily. Draco swallowed a lump in his throat, begged himself to be more awake, more—braver, better, something, damn it. He flung himself forward, not entirely on purpose, so he was only inches from Potter. Holding onto the counter for dear life, unsure what to do, what to say, how to be a fucking person about it—

“Draco,” Potter said again, laughing this time. Put his free hand on Draco’s bare shoulder, the most benevolent god to ever be fully dressed at six in the morning. “It’s okay. You don’t need to… we’ll have this conversation again later. Tonight. With some wine.” Then, to the look on his face, “Or not. It can wait, we don’t need… I mean… I don’t need, it’s not, I mean, I’m certainly not trying to—”

“Shut up,” Draco murmured, unintentionally(ish) grabbing him by the collar. “You’re—bloody gods above and below, I meant it, okay? ‘Course I did. Really thought I’d get out of bed so early if I didn’t… truly, Potter.”

“So grumpy in the morning,” he said, two hands sliding around Draco’s waist, his smile shining. Coming even closer, nose pressed against his. “You’re—I’m not as good as you. In keeping it down. You already know, don’t you? How I—”

“Shut up,” Draco repeated. Potter smelled like butter, like early morning and something frightening and terrific and apples and so much butter. This wasn’t how it’s meant to happen. They can talk when Draco’s more awake, when he’s coherent; for now, he kissed him, buttery-sunshinely-frighteningly-sweet.  

   (Day 5 of @flufftober​! Find all previous ficlets here, or on AO3!)  

#flufftober2022 #day 5 #Harry Potter #drarry fic #500 words #prompt: oh no you're a morning person #confessions in the early morning #sweet fluff #Harry's a god at baking obviously #rockingrobin'sflufftober #rockingrobin69 #casting: it's morning wherever you are

[industriallyinsecure]

May I request some domestic fluff headcanons with Risotto? Like casual stuff around the house he’d do with his s/o.

The softest risotto nero in the world brought to you by years of trauma and working in the mafia.

Pre VA:

He doesn’t have time for a relationship, but he makes it work. It’s difficult when the boss is breathing down his neck and his men are constantly on edge, but he finds time for you regardless of the circumstances.

You often get to be in the leather chair next to his desk or in his lap. Even if he’s busy all the time, he still likes to have you near to complain to or just to chat.

He hardly gets any sleep, so napping with you is the next best thing. He loves to hold you safe to his chest and mumble into the top of your head about anything and everything that comes to his mind. His chest pillows are a big bonus.

Post VA:

He loves to drape his much larger body over yours and squeeze you tight. It usually his way of getting you to bed if you get up early/go to bed late, or to express his love.

Risotto has a tendency to hover over you as you work. He often forgets he’s silent, but only feels a little bad when you yelp after noticing him. It’s cute to him.

LOVES COOKING! Sharing traditional Sicilian recipes with you makes his big heart flutter. He likes to dust flour over your nose and cheeks before returning to the dough on the counter.

If you’re interested, he’d gladly take you to Palermo and show you around. It’s far enough away from his childhood home so he wouldn’t encounter any of his family, but familiar enough to him for him to take you to his favorite places.

Doing chores around the house are less of a hassle now that he’s not the only one doing them. It makes him smile when you put on music and dance, which more often than not leads to the two of you dancing in the living room with the chores forgotten.

There have been times where you’ve had to bathe together to save on water. It was awkward at first, but now it’s easier to wash eachother. Risotto loves it when you scrub the shampoo into his scalp. You usually get an amazing shoulder massage out of it.

Having a home spa day is one of his guilty pleasures. He likes to be pampered, but will never admit it. It doesn’t matter if you’re just gently using a quartz roller on his face, cleansing it with an expensive product, or giving him an entire treatment, he’ll appreciate it all the same.

Home dates are your thing. You two will order in and put on something like a shitty horror movie, or just watch a favorite show. It ends the same way every time, with you two curled up together on the couch asleep.

#risotto nero x reader #risotto nero #jojo’s bizzare adventure x reader #la squadra x reader #fluffy #sweet fluff #domestic fluff

[mayoonn]

HELLO I HAVE A REQUEST :3

A cowboy comes to work on a ranch and is set up to live in the barn, at night the farmer sends out his oldest son (y/n) to bring the cowboy dinner, the two start to talk and drink a little, the farmer eventually calls his son back to the main house. The next day the cowboy offers to show y/n how to care for horses and they go on a ride together until it starts to rain and they wait out the rain under a bunch of trees but the two need to be huddled together to stay dry. There’s lightning and y/n is startled (not scared, they just weren’t expecting the noise) and holds onto the cowboy, then after staring at each other for a little they kiss

This makes no sense, I haven’t slept in 2 days

-🎱

Hello, dearest! Oh my, I hope you have your sleep, dear.. Sleep is very important but this is so cute, makes me giggle when I think about it (*>∇<)ﾉ ♥︎♥︎

Sorry , it took longer than I expected though I was sure the story is a little confusing. I was writing this while I went out earlier ꨄ

( Male reader! It can be cis or trans, very sweet fluff, mention of the reader being a tease, flirty reader, smitten cowboy, mention of the reader's father being protective)

You were helping out with your mama, feeding and cleaning the horses while your mama was cooking. You were used to people, specifically cowboys coming in and worked a bit for your father on the ranch for extra money. You heard a lot of their story, all while they're cool but they all had in common, confident and cocky. You huffed in amusement whenever they tried to get to you, flirting and wooing you but your father kept you away from them.

It's funny, really. You're not that handsome yourself like the others said or so you assumed. You're just like your mama, you suppose it's your charm that makes you attractive. Sometimes you entertain yourself, flirt with them back and give them a little hope, only to get crushed when you decline their sweet offers.

One evening, while you're washing the dishes while humming your favorite tune. You saw a cowboy come and talk with your father, at first you thought it was just another cowboy like any other though something about him caught your eyes. You can't look away from him, his horse is so pretty and elegant. It's like it was for royalties, it's odd for a cowboy like him to have a horse like that. You chuckle, it is quite funny. You were caught by the cowboy as he gave you a cheeky grin, of course you looked away in embarrassment as you continued your chores. You can't believe you get caught by the cowboy, you're not used to getting flustered.

You sighed, getting him off of your mind. You should probably finish your chores as soon as you can, your mama doesn't like slacking off. You get up and carefully bring the plates and the cutleries to your mama, tonight is special.

Tonight was the night that everybody took their breaks, whether drinking until sunset, playing bets and gamble. It's the busiest night, full of cowboys and girls all around the town. It's the night you like to have fun with them too. It's the best way you get your tips, sometimes you just want to have fun. You were bringing arms full of plates to the tables and gave them your signature smile with a wink. You were having fun, chatting (more like flirting) with your customers until your father had called you.

You waved them goodbye and giggled when they had this lovesick smile on their faces. Your father had told you to bring the dinner to your guest, you were surprised. You never bring food to your guests,usually it's your younger sisters or brothers. You were curious, who could it be? It wasn't shocking if it's a cowboy or a cowgirl but you were sure you gave them a little extra attention. You wonder if they're fun to play with. You bring dinner to the barn and when you enter with a smile on your face, you see it was him again. The cowboy tipped his hat at you and went to take his dinner. With his grin on his face, he invited you to sit down next to him.

Of course you agreed, you were intrigued by him for no reason, maybe it's because of his handsome face or he's so well mannered with you. "My father won't like it if I'm slacking with ya, mister" you smirked as the cowboy chuckled, continued eating his dinner and thanked you. You kept chatting with few flirting here and there while the cowboy looked at you with glint in his eyes. You actually don't mind, it's like you're slowly felt comfortable with him. It's been a while since anyone wants to talk to you without them trying to win you over.

It's nice, you stood up once you realized how late it was and you need to help your mama and father out before they get suspicious. You waved goodbye at him with a smile on your face, getting flustered that you would rather stay there with him.

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The next day, you were doing your chores like usual. It was fun while it lasted last night, you hoped you could talk to that cowboy again. You heard he'll be going off later or tomorrow morning, maybe you could give him something so he can be remembered. You were so focused on what charms to give him that you didn't notice the cowboy behind you. You flinched, surprised when someone tapped your shoulder as you turned around. It was that cowboy again, "hey darlin'.. Uhh I.. You wanna ride with me?" He shyly asked as he averted his eyes, you could see small tinted blush over his cheeks. This was the first, you never had anyone so shy with you.

You smirked, "to where? My father will-" you were cut off by him quickly with his face flushed redder than before. "I already asked ya' dad, he gave me permission.. Would ya'?" He looked at you as if he was trying to be serious and intimidating but he was failing, he's shy and screaming inside as he hoped you would accept his offer. You were shocked, not only from being cut off but your father giving him permission! You were a bit suspicious but you accepted, you don't want to turn down his offer.. It's a once in a lifetime, sure you often get this from the others but this cowboy is different. You walked past him, went to his horse and you swore you could hear him silently cheer to himself. You chuckle and wait for him next to his horse.

It's been a long time since you rode horses, especially when your father won't let you outside unless you were doing your chores. The cowboy helps you sit on his horse while he sits behind you with his hand hugging your waist and the other holding the lead. You didn't want to think about it, people hold your waist a lot whether it's to move you somewhere or to flirt with you so why were you flustered now when he does it?

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You were screamed in joy, laughing as you yelled at him to go fast. The hair flew as you shut your eyes, eyes filled with tears as you cheered. Soon, he slowed down as your laugh also slowed down. Your hands were up when you rambled to him about the experience earlier until you could feel the raindrops. You looked up to see grey clouds as the cowboy guided you under a bunch of trees. "It won't do much but at leas' it's betta' than outside in the rain, sugar" he said as he huddled with you, trying to warm you up as you shivered, startled by the sudden lightning. You nodded your head with a smile on your face, that makes him looked away flustered again.

You laughed at him as you leaned your head on his shoulder. Grinning to yourself and waiting for the rain to stop until the cowboy tilted your chin up, staring at you as you both slowly leaned closer. Your eyes slowly shut once both of your lips were together, he kissed you with gentle care. It was more romantic from what you expected to be your first kiss.. He moved away with his cheeks flushed red, he shyly smiled at you. He was smitten as you both huddled together, his horse laying its head down ♡

#bottom male reader #x bottom male reader #cowboy #cowboy x male reader #sweet fluff #ʚanon 🎱ɞ #so romantic!! ♥︎♥︎ #for request ♡♡ #anon ask #male x male reader #male x reader #trans male reader #oc? maybe #oc x male reader

[tomssexdoll]

Could you please do tomorrow headcannons like the ones you’ve done for bill recently. 🙏🙏🙏. Love your writing btw- also if you make it can you tag me..

yesss ofc love and ty for the support <3

Relationship headcannons Tom

NSFW MENTIONED!!!!!!!!

2008

You guys first started dating

Brags about you to anyone who will listen

Once you got to know him you realized how much of a softie he really is

He was very confident at first

Spoils you

Quickies behind stage at tours

You love playing with his dreads

Tugging on his braids during sex

2009

Suprised you with the braids

you love them ofc

Loves going on walks with you

Very affectionate

Super protective

Gets jealous easily

Slightly possessive

Hates when you wear skimpy clothing out

Always accompanies you at parties

Will hurt any guy if he has to

Gets you flowers a lot

2010

Takes you on the humanoid tour

Shouts you out in the crowd and brings you up to the stage

Stares at you while he's playing and flirts with you too

Quickie backstage ofc

Loves seeing you in his shirts when you go to sleep

Always gives you his jackets, hoodies, shirts

SUPER flirty

Teases you in public

Leaves hickeys everywhere for everyone to see

Smacks your ass playfully in public

2011

Cuddles are the best

Loves to go to the club with you

Still very protective

Jealousy issues calming down a little

Shows you off in interviews

Talks about you non stop in podcasts

Brings you to practice

Very loving and caring

Will drop everything just to make sure you're ok

Super close, very healthy relationship

2012-2014

Proposes to you finally

The proposal is beautiful, he takes you out to a fancy dinner and he gets the best spot and proposes to you under the stars

Showers you with gifts all the time

Gets you lunch when you're working hard

Loves to give you massages when you're stressed

Learnt how to cook for you

Talking about wanting a family

Cuddes and movies every second night

Partying like there's no tomorrow

Falling pregnant in late 2014 so the baby came after the wedding

2015

The wedding finally happens

The ceremony is beautiful

He smiles like an idiot when he sees you walking down the aisle, crying softly

Does the garter wedding tradition but tries to take your panties off instead

Dances with you sweetly at first

When you get drunk he grinds on you, dancing so sexually

He smashes his lips into yours when the priest declares you husband and wife

also picks you up and spins you around when after the kiss

Can't stop talking about how sexy you were at the wedding

Makes a wedding night sex tape with you LOL

Buying a house together

Baby finally arrives

2016-2019

A lot of renovating

More talks about having a big family

Tom upgrades the nursery

Best father EVER

Spoils you and the kids

Forces Bill to babysit for a couple nights so you guys can spend time together

Sex is amazing and always has been

Still very protective of you and especially your daughter

Fall pregnant again

2020

Find out you're having twins

tom jumps with joy after he finds out

Tells Bill and they are super happy

Tom buys you fresh flowers every week

When he takes the dogs for walks he'll always pick flowers for you

Loves taking your daughter to the park with you even though you're super pregant

Loves you unconditionally

Takes care of you so much during pregnancy and birth

Holds your hand at the hosptal

Sobs and holds the twins in his arms

Loves you for you

Reminds you everyday how beautiful and precious you are

Spoils the kids with junk food when you aren't there

2021-2024

Thinking of another kid

Very happy relationship and super close

Sex is amazing ofc

Buying you flowers every week ofc

Partying here and there

Loves home dates and spending time with you

Some nights he'll fall asleep on your chest

You love playing with his long hair and beard

Beard tickles you when he kisses you

He's careful not to give you carpet burn when eating you out

Loves washing your hair and making you feel relaxed

Runs baths for you to relax after a hard day

He helps with the cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc.

Best present giver

Super affectionate

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[astudyincontrasts]

Ok so my brain fog is real today bc awful pain but a friend and I were swapping Viktor headcanons one day specifically of musician!Viktor (and what else he could do with those hands 🤤) and now bass playing Viktor lives rent free in my head so do with that what you will if you feel so inclined. 😉 like idk maybe reader has been secretly watching him play at her favorite bar forever and has been pining….or it’s like a Judah/Princess Carolyn situation and reader has no idea he’s a musician on the side. ^_^

Here you go, Lyds!  I’m sorry it’s not terribly heavy on musical details, because while I love music I know precious damn little about making it.  

Just some sweet fluff, I decided to give reader a name bc I’m terribly tired of doing y/n stuff but it’s still reader perspective and limited name usage.

Musician!Viktor x Fem!Reader SFW

It was getting to the point you couldn't afford this. Neither your stretched thin budget, nor your sleep-deprived schedule. Not even your liver, to be honest. But each week, three times a week, you somehow managed to find a way to pay the cover charge, afford the three drink minimum, and drag yourself from bed the next morning and back off to work.

It was worth it. Viktor played beautifully. But it wasn't just the music, it was him. That first night you caught one of his regular sets at the bar was purely accidental. It was your favorite spot and once or twice a month you'd stop in, treat yourself, or else swing by with friends. He'd sat down quietly on the tall lone stool in the small cleared space that acted as a makeshift stage near the far end of the bar and in the solitary bright light in the warm, dimly lit space, simply began to play.

It was like that each time. No conversation, no introduction or rambling or belabored explanations of who he was or what each song was about. He simply sat, began to play, and one by one the conversations would hush or lower, the whole place wrapped up for the two hour stretch of each of his sets. He only ever sang along to the last song, and played the same one each time to wrap the set. It wasn't a language you understood, and he sang quiet and low, but oh how it haunted. Raised goosebumps across your skin each time, left scalp tingling deliciously without fail.  Mouth parted and breath tight, practically shivering, melting.

It had become like a drug.

The only thing that absorbed your week, the one thing you looked forward to and it was draining your accounts and pressing your time... but you needed it. Craved it. You'd even found the perfect spot, the perfect seat in the house to watch him play, relax and not be bothered by any other single barflies that might be looking for someone to make conversation with or flirt with. And most importantly, you were fairly sure he couldn't see you. Perfectly camouflaged in the sea of ever changing faces and other regulars.

Janna forbid he ever start looking up from that bass and caught you sitting there, rapt, with what you were very certain was an incredibly stupefied look of lovesick adoration on your face.

You knew this was stupid, one sided, and ridiculously parasocial. To entertain such an enormous and painful crush on a boy you knew nothing about - simply because he played so beautifully, looked so lovely sat perched there on that stool with the bass balanced on one lean thigh. He was all long, slim limbs, sharp cheekbones and cut of jaw. Heavy brows that would knit in concentration over the complicated parts of songs or lift in unapologetic joy at the lilting melodies.

The warmer nights he's roll up sleeves to his elbows. Rid himself of his tie. And you could sit there, nursing a cool drink as you watched the little trickle of a bead of sweat trace its unhurried path down his forehead, down between brows to roll along his nose and hang shivering off the end of it before dropping away.

To say nothing of the ones that ran down alongside his ear, trickling along the perfect hook of his jaw down along the lean column of his throat only to disappear into the dip of his collarbone just visible in the part of his shirt. Oh, to be able to chase such lucky things; to catch salt on your tongue and taste of skin. To have them drip down upon you with him braced upon elbows above, those narrow hips fitted neatly between spread thighs.

It embarrassed you, how much you wanted him.

You'd never had such a silly crush before. Never let yourself get so wrapped up in anyone that they were all you could think about, that you couldn't sleep at night without indulging in at least one little fantasy of them. He was ruining you, stealing your sleep from staying up late to catch each set and then even more, every night, moans soft across the pillow, thighs shivering out tension with no one between them, nothing but your own fingertips and the cycle of fevered fantasy of his mouth, his hands, his tongue.

His voice in your ear.

It was one of these sticky hot summer nights, and it had already got off to a terrible start. Held late at work, crosstown traffic terrible, a long line at the door of the bar. Your favorite spot had been taken, and you weren't sure how you were going to afford the three drink minimum tonight. You'd skipped your morning coffee and head had throbbed half the day to thank you for the caffeine withdrawal. It was time to accept you simply couldn't keep this up. It wasn't healthy, it would never go anywhere, and what had begun as a delightful indulgence had instead begun to hurt.

Glaring cold jealousy at the unassuming people who'd managed to nab your favorite spot you instead took a seat at the bar and ordered the most refreshing drink they had; laced with thin sliced cucumber and botanical infused vodka, positively crammed with ice and sparkling with the effervescence of charged water. You toyed with the little yellow nasturtium flower that came perched on the top of it and sipped slowly. Very slowly.

“That looks delicious.”  

Already having suffered a frustrating day, sitting in simmering in anger over having your comfortable plans ruined, miserable over being ready to shake off this silly crush and preparing to face the inevitable discomfort of having to stop all this madness, ween yourself back to a normal life, all of it compounded by the aggravating heat, you felt your temper spike hot and sudden at the nerve of some random man moving in to flirt with you.  Rolled eyes to yourself and clenched jaw before the hand holding the little yellow flower hit the bar and your turned sharply to tell the owner of that voice to piss off.

Only to be met by a soft, fox-sly tilt pair of golden amber eyes under familiar dark brows.

And your heart stopped.  Stumbled, stutter-started and tried very hard to both climb up into your throat and simultaneously drop into the pit of your stomach, leaving you reeling.  And he smiled, cupid bow shape of his mouth canting ever so slightly higher at the edge that a little beauty mark graced.  That soft gaze of his strayed to your glass before it rose to catch the bartender, and he lifted a single elegant finger to order the same drink for himself.

Apparently undeterred by your awkward silent ogling about ten inches away from his face, he turned back to you with that warm look again.  Your body forgot it had legs, limbs, internal organs or anything more than the panicked hammering of that treacherous heart and hard static buzz of your brain short circuiting.  He nodded at the little flower you held.

“Did you know those are edible?  My grandmother used to grow them in a little box outside her windowsill.”

Your attention strayed to the small flower whose stem you were currently crushing between thumb and forefinger.  And then that vaporlock finally broke in your brain.  Let you breathe a soft laugh that thankfully did not sound as unhinged as you felt.

“You’re putting me on.”

The bartender delivered his drink and Viktor plucked the little flower in his up, stared you dead in the face, dare accepted, and popped it whole into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully as that smile grew and you watched him incredulously.  Just waiting for him to give up the game, spit it out sputtering and laugh at having his bluff called.  Instead he swallowed happily, the lovely rise of that adam’s apple in his throat moving enticingly against the open part of his collar - no tie tonight - and took a slow sip of his drink.

You eyed your little flower and lifted it slowly, paused to narrow gaze at him before you bit one petal off.  It was edible.  Peppery, like bitter lettuce with a finish like fresh scrubbed carrots.  You felt your brows shoot up and heard him laugh warmly as he leaned an elbow on the bar beside you and took another long sip of his drink.

“See?”  

“Yes!  Its... they’re good!”  You took another nibble and he held out his free hand.

“I’m Viktor.”

You struggled with the half eaten flower, petal still hanging partway out your mouth, and finally dropped the flower back into your drink, covered your mouth with one hand and offered him the other.  Real smooth.  Just killing it.

“Yef. Imf.  Ahem.  Haha... I uh, I know.  I’m Tasha.”  

“Tasha.”  He took your hand, kindly ignoring all the awkwardness, or else actually mindboggingly charmed by it, “I’ve seen you here before I think?”

Oh damn.  Oh fuck.  

As delicious as the gentle fold of his hand was around yours, you tried to slide yours away and hide embarrassment at being caught out by turning back to your drink.  Instead he caught the tips of your fingers and held tight.  Not crushing, just enough tension to stop you, to draw your hand back toward him.  Had you blinking surprise as your heart decided its new job was to turn as many summersaults as possible in your chest instead of pump blood, leaving you feeling a little lightheaded. 

“Do you like my music?”  It was almost shy, the way he asked it.  As if he had no idea how good he was.

“Janna, yes.”  You breathed earnestly, before you could stop yourself.  Earned a delighted and open expression of surprise from him and a mortifyingly hot blush that swept from your throat to cheeks.  So much redder and undoubtedly less attractive than the sweet pale pink dusting in the hollows of his cheeks.  

He toyed a callused thumb at your fingertips he still held, gaze focused on them.  Oh no, you’d embarrassed him as well as yourself.  Good going.

“I’m...” You both began at once.  And then just like that the lights cut off.  A collective groan went up from the entirety of the packed bar.  Left only with the dim illumination of  the flickering small candles in their votives scattered on table tops.  It happened regularly out here on the city limits, so close to the drop off toward Zaun.  During the sweltering days of summer they kept the rolling blackouts random and confined to the edges, siphoning power into the wealthier, glittering city center to keep their lights on and fans running.  Just letting everyone stuck out here know their place, and weren’t you terribly grateful to get what you were given?  Imagine how bad it was a block or two over and a half mile down.  

The bartender threw his rag angrily upon the bar and people began tossing back their drinks and rising to head out into the night to somewhere less packed and stifling and perhaps left with power or in possession of a generator.  Viktor seemed only a little chagrined as he released your hand and settled unhurriedly on the barstool beside you to savor his cool drink in the dim light.

“Ah well.  No set tonight.”  He cast you a sly little glance that had your heart sinking.  He had noticed you, and not just as a vaguely familiar face.  He knew.  “Sorry I won’t be able to play for you tonight.”

Something in the way he said it, though perhaps it was just you reading too much into the cadence of his soft clipped accent; misunderstanding emphasis placed on certain words.  But it sounded... gods, it sounded like he really meant he was sorry he couldn’t play for you - just you.  No.  That was your silly one sided crush talking.  Stamp that idea out right now.  Intense foolishness.  Get a grip, girl.

“I don’t suppose...”  He’d turned away a little bit, toward the bar, thumb toying against the condensation beading and dripping off his drink in a way that made you jealous of the glass.  “I don’t suppose you’d like to go for a walk?”

Do what now?  Yes.  Yes you would.  Walk wherever.  Ends of the earth?  Straight into hell?  Yes indeed, lets go.  You managed not to choke on a swallow of your drink and nodded before voice found you.

“Yes.”  Could you possibly manage anything more than monosyllabic answers, please?  “Yes, I’d love to.”

There, was that so hard?

He brightened, and half turned back toward you.  As if you were the one doing him a favor here and not the other way around.  

The sweltering evening passed in a delicious little blur.  The two of you slowly finding footing in conversation at the bar, unhurried as you finished your drinks before turning out onto the streets.  The wandering was aimless and pleasantly slow as you chatted away, stopped at a street vendor to buy a few kebabs of  that unidentifiable but sumptuously delicious meat that was so common here and in Zaun.  Dripping with sweet spicy, sticky sauce that had you licking your fingers and him rubbing a smudge away from the corner of your mouth as you both sat on a stranger’s stoop to eat.

A little while later there was a second vendor, selling sweet iced milks, cardamom and cinnamon spiced, sweetened with honey and poured over shaved ice.  Viktor insisted on treating, absolutely thrilled to find this vendor out and about tonight, explained how he usually missed them.  Readily apparent the incredibly lean boy had a surprisingly raging sweet tooth.  

The cane had also been a surprise.  You’d noticed the slight limp and the brace that ran up his leg but had never seen him take more than a few steps onto and off the makeshift clearing of a stage at the bar.  It had you concerned at first about wearing him out with the walk, but he set a comfortably easy pace and you didn’t mind the meandering at all.  Though you did notice when he began to flag.  It couldn’t have been easy, along with the weight of his bass slung across his back.  

“I... uhm... my place isn’t far.  If you want.  The power’s probably not on, but there’s a fire escape that usually has a nice breeze.  And the stuff in the icebox is probably still cool.  If you want to rest a bit.”  It all came out in a bit of a rush.  Had him stalling on the sidewalk as he leaned weight upon that cane a bit heavily.  Gaze inscrutable for a long moment that had you panicking that perhaps he thought you were making a clumsy move on him.  

And then a little rocking step brought him closer.  Close enough to get a little distracted by that second beauty mark under one golden eye and the scent of iced honey sweet on his breath.

“Alright.  Only if you promise once we get there you’ll let me kiss you.”  Those luminous eyes not on yours but trained lower, watching the shape of your mouth.  And you realized suddenly he’d been doing that all evening; attention flicking between eye contact and sliding away time and time again to watch you speak, eat... and now to catch your lower lip between the crush of teeth like you needed to hide it from that gently hungry gaze.

“W-what?”  You heard it practically squeak out of you.

“I’ve been trying to figure out how to all night.”  He admitted with remarkable honesty, catching you even more fully off guard.  “Please don’t invite me back to your place if...  if that’s not what you want.”

Like he was running out of patience with himself and unable to face it if all you were doing was humoring him, somehow just being kind and coolly friendly.

“You can... you can kiss me right now.”  Janna, it just came blurting out of you in a hot rush.  Stammered and eager and slightly choked.

Ah, how he smiled.  Slow and sweet before he rocked forward and caught your mouth.  Fingertips trailing little licking electric lines of tingling fire back in a sweep above your jaw before he hooked hand in a cradle and pulled you closer.

Soft little suckle of your lower lip started it all, pulled at it temptingly and you felt the tip of his tongue brush a little taste, just a little one, before teeth caught a tiny tug and then both your mouths were open and you were done for.  Hands reaching up to stroke along his throat, slide fingertips up into that soft mess of hair behind his ears.  He was terribly gentle for the way you could feel him practically trembling with want as you slid tongue a slow roll slick against his own, drew it into your mouth in invitation, small teases of licks leaving you breathless until you both had to break at last.  

Not that either of you wanted to - but the hooting cat calls of several passersby finally managed to penetrate the silent, muffled solitary universe the pair of you had descended into.  Viktor glanced after their retreating backs before turning back to you with a shy smile, letting his forehead come to rest against yours as he thumbed away the glistening wet he’d left along your lower lip.

“I’ve been trying to figure out how to do that for weeks.”  He admitted and it turned your world on its head.  Had you break down in a breathless little ragged laugh. 

“Me too.”

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[comet-ribbon]

A drabble fic

The toys’ future adventures concept headcanon. Prideyear edition.

A situation of them being in another outside place that isn’t home and plan to go back and some cute moments happens:

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"So we just have to get in that direction and I'll be taking cover from here. You guys will be going over that drawer."

Woody instructed. It looked intimidating, but after all those adventures they've been through, it felt like nothing would test them.

Both Jessie and Buzz nodded. Jessie was braver than before and she felt proud of it that she's sure that they'll get by.

"You'll follow Buzz, he knows what he's going to do." He said as he eyed him back with a smile.

Buzz smiled back at Woody fondly.

And thus the quest started.

Though for a small second, Buzz was slightly worried at him that the cowboy instantly noticed.

Just before he was going to say a word, the sheriff cut in.

"I'll be okay..." He said softly, looking at him with glowing eyes. "I'll be back there with you in no time."

The space ranger looked into him and he trusted him.

"Alright."

He gave him a quick peck on his lips as a sweet gesture, making Woody smile through the kiss. In mutual gratitude for their trust.

Jessie giggled silently by that adorable affectionate moment.

Buzz then went along and Jessie followed, not before she nodded at her brother with a smile.

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[pocketseizure]

A Hard Day’s Work

Koopa Castle may be a mighty fortress, but it’s not without its share of mundane problems. Luigi is happy to take any plumbing job that pays, and his expertise finds appreciation from an unlikely source – the Koopa King himself.

1,385 words · Rated G · (Also on AO3)

“All the sinks and drains on the east wing of the second level are overflowing,” Kamek explained, wringing his claws in agitation. “It’s not the lava, not this time. I’m afraid there might be something blocking the pipes.”

Luigi nodded in sympathy. “That sounds like a problem. I’ll see what I can do.”

“So I’ll leave you to it, then?” Kamek asked.

“I’d appreciate if you’d have someone escort me. I don’t know my way around the castle as well as, ah. Some people.”

“Oh! Yes. Of course, of course.”

Kamek adjusted his glasses and called for one of the guards, who gave Luigi a shallow bow before gesturing for him to follow. “I’ll send someone to check on you soon,” the wizard said before disappearing in a puff of light and glitter.

“Does he do that a lot?” Luigi asked the guard, who managed to keep a straight face for a few seconds before breaking into a grin.

“Gosh. Luigi, sir. It’s amazing to meet you!”

“Charmed, I’m sure.”

“I heard the boss called a plumber, but I never dreamed it would be, you know, a celebrity. Wow. Luigi himself, right here in this castle!”

The guard continued to chatter as he guided Luigi through a maze of stairs and corridors. Despite the brutal shock and awe of the first floor, the second level was actually quite pleasant. Or rather, it would have been were it not for the water flowing down the main hallway in murky trickles.

“I can take it from here, thanks.” It was rude to leave the guard behind so abruptly, but Luigi figured it was only a matter of time until the koopa began asking about Mario. In Luigi’s experience, the only people who treated him as though he was famous had ulterior motives. More often than not, they were not-so-subtly attempting to bask in the reflected glory of his brother. He’d been hurt by this before, but now he saw it coming a mile away and simply found it annoying.

Luigi followed the water to its source, a room dominated by a huge bath. The tub was so enormous that it was more of a swimming pool, really. Aside from a shallow pool of standing water at the bottom of the tiled basin, the floor was dry.  

No doubt about it. The blockage was in the pipe connected to this drain. Luigi set down his equipment, rolled up his sleeves, and got to work.

Less than ten minutes later, he’d managed to extract a Mario doll. What it was doing in this particular castle or how it got down this particular drain was anyone’s guess.

“Just can’t stop yourself from causing trouble, can you, brother?” Luigi muttered as he wrapped the battered doll in a waterproof sheet of plastic to be disposed of later. Once the stagnant water disappeared from the tub, he set out into the hallway to check the other drains.

There were no chains or spikes or lava pits in any of the bathrooms, which were shockingly normal despite being built to accommodate people of varying sizes. This wing of the castle must have been intended for guests, not that Luigi could imagine who those guests might be. He had little interest in Mario’s battles, but even he understood that the Koopa King wasn’t big on diplomacy.

As he tested the faucets in what he hoped was the last of the bathrooms, Luigi felt a chill on the back of his neck. He glanced into the mirror and was horrified by the sight that confronted him. A dark shadow towered in the doorway, its red eyes glowing.

“Can I help you?” Luigi asked, hoping against hope that whoever it was couldn’t hear the quiver in his voice.

“I came to check on you. You know, see if you need anything.”

Luigi summoned his courage and turned around. Just as he feared, the person Kamek had sent to check on him was Bowser himself, as tall as a mountain and just as wide.

“No. I’m, um. I’m done here. All finished. I’ll just be going… now.”

“Not so fast,” Bowser growled.

Luigi swallowed but couldn’t respond. His voice was frozen in his throat.

“Aren’t you going to write an invoice?” Bowser asked.

Luigi doubted he could write his own name at the moment. What did Bowser intend to do with him? With a sinking feeling, Luigi realized that he and Bowser were completely alone in an otherwise empty room on an otherwise empty floor.

“I’ll send you, um. I’ll put the invoice in the mail,” he stammered.

“Sure.” Bowser shrugged. “I’ll have my people keep an eye out. So what’s the damage?”

Luigi shot a glance at Bowser’s fangs. “The… damage?”

Bowser furrowed his massive eyebrows. “Is everything okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“A ghost?”

“Wait. You didn’t actually see a ghost, did you? Cause we got ghosts. Little buggers get into everything. We try to keep them in the basement, but there’s not much you can do if they decide they’re going places. Not like we can put gates on the stairs, right? You wouldn’t boo-lieve how much trouble they are.”

Bowser laughed at his own joke and exited the room. He held the door open for Luigi, who was beginning to entertain the possibility that he was not in fact on the verge of being murdered.

“I wouldn’t call it ‘damage,’ per se,” Luigi ventured, “but someone shoved a, um. I found a toy down one of the drains. It was the large bath down the hall.”

“That’ll be one of the kids. The castle is lousy with them. Wish I could stick them in the basement with the ghosts, but that’d be cruel to the ghosts.”

Luigi couldn’t tell whether Bowser was joking. He decided it was probably best if he didn’t know. “The toy was unsalvageable, but the drains are clear. You might want to open the windows and put some portable fans on the floor, if you have them. Mold spreads fast, even in dry air. You can’t be too careful.” A thought suddenly occurred to him. “No offense against mushrooms.”

Bowser laughed in appreciation. “You’re not bad, Luigi,” he said. “So what do we owe you?”

That was a tricky question. Back at home, a job like this was barely worth the price of a house call. What would a king expect him to charge? Was someone like him supposed to charge a king money to begin with? Bowser wasn’t the sort of clientele he was accustomed to, to say the least.

“Don’t worry about it,” Luigi replied. “It wasn’t any trouble. Let’s say this was a service, and you’ll know who to call the next time there’s a problem.”

“That doesn’t seem fair. You came all the way out from Toad Town.”

“I live in the suburbs, so the commute wasn’t bad. Besides, there’s not much use for money in a post-scarcity economy. I mean, ah.” Luigi glanced away, embarrassed to catch himself speaking as though Bowser was just another guy in Brooklyn.

“I hear you. A post-scarcity economy, I like that.” Bowser guffawed, flashing his teeth. “There’s enough bread and circus to go around. It’s nice to meet someone who appreciates that. We’ll call this a favor, then. I owe you one. How about you stay over for dinner tonight?”

Luigi was embarrassed to find himself blushing like a schoolgirl. “I’m not sure… I mean, that is to say…”

“Don’t worry about that brother of yours.” Bowser’s booming voice echoed down the hallway as he clapped Luigi on the back. “You can tell him I kidnapped you.”

It was hard for Luigi to say no with the warmth of Bowser’s smile aimed directly at him. Come to think of it, he was a little jealous of the princess. It might be nice to be kidnapped every once in a while. 

“All right, sure,” Luigi answered. “I’d like that. As long as you don’t serve mushrooms. I wouldn’t want to get you in… truffle?”

Bowser’s eyes widened in surprise before he burst into laughter. Luigi finally allowed himself to relax. Mario’s job might be more glamorous, sure, but his own work had its share of benefits. And like Bowser said, it was nice to be appreciated.

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