#MOAR fluff

[roosterbox]

October Almost-Drabbles 10/15: Chill and Fog

Pairing: Cherik

Word Count: 958

Additional tags: alternate universe, First Class aged Cherik, the inherent creep factor of walking home alone at night, Cherik is together but they don’t live together yet, gratuitous cuddling, implied future cuddling, I’m back on my fluff bullshit again

Side note: two prompts again. Not quite as long as the last one, but it’s long enough for a cut. Was initially going to be angsty, if you can believe it. However, I can never seem to stop the fluff when I get myself going, lol.

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Charles shuddered and pulled his coat tighter around him. The path through the park was clear enough, but the fog curling around his ankles and through the trees lent everything an eerie feeling. His way was lit by moonlight, also reflecting off the pond to his right, and he counted his lucky stars that tonight’s moon was full.

In any other circumstances - if it was his sister walking home, for example - he might have suggested a different route. Or just tell her to ask for a ride. But Charles was nothing if not stubborn. The early afternoon had been lovely, a perfect autumn day for a walk. Which he had done. But actions have consequences, and he was reaping them now.

Several times throughout, Charles could have sworn he’d seen a shadow in the mist. The vaguest shape of a man. Or a beast. Perhaps a bit of both. He was no stranger to men who acted in a beastly manner. The cold October breeze whipped through, making him pull his coat tighter once again. It was mostly thick, but a bit threadbare in some places. He didn’t want to admit that Erik had been right when he suggested (demanded, more like) Charles buy a new one, but… Erik had been right. I’ll tell him that as soon as I see him again. Good lord, he’ll be insufferable about it.

Something rustled beside him in the underbrush. He froze. After a few seconds, a dark shape darted out. It stopped to look at him, and he let out a nervous breath he’d been holding. Just a cat. Mostly black, but with a few light patches here and there. It made no sound, but stared at him as if daring him to make the first move. Or any move.

“Pardon me,” Charles said and continued walking, giving the animal a wide berth. It stayed there in the middle of the path, watching him, until he had put a few more yards between them. By the time he looked back again, it was gone. He hoped, wherever the cat was heading, that they would be warm and safe. And that a surprise appearance by a small furry creature would be the most excitement he would see on his trek back home.

He turned out to be right. The journey, about ten minutes long post-cat encounter, was delightfully uneventful. The worst thing about it by far was the breeze, sporadic but biting. His hands felt frozen despite him trying to keep them tucked away whenever he could. So much so that he fumbled with his keys on his doorstep, dropping them twice before he managed to find the building key. After that, he made his way through the lobby and up the stairs to his second level flat.

The minute he opened the door, he was hit by a blast of pleasant warmth. The heaters were running. They had been for a while. Charles hadn’t expected this. Nor did he expect a familiar face to poke out from around the corner.

“Erik?”

A smile. “Hello, old friend.”

Charles scoffed at the endearment. Old was hardly a term he’d have used to describe either of them, but the sentiment was one he shared.

“Hello, love.” He hung up his coat before crossing the distance and planting a kiss on the other man’s (warm! So warm!) lips. Erik frowned, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend.

“You’re freezing, Charles!”

Charles could only nod, and tuck his face into Erik’s neck. “‘S cold.”

To his credit, Erik didn’t flinch away from the ice cube of a nose rubbing against his skin. Instead, he pulled Charles closer. “Happy to be your personal heater, of course, but maybe next time you’ll let me come pick you up. Or better still, take your own car.”

Charles shook his head slowly. The feeling was coming back to his extremities, bringing with it pinpricks of tingling sensation. “Want an excuse to cuddle,” he mumbled.

Erik chuckled. “No excuse necessary, liebling. I’d just rather you be warm and comfortable when I stop by.”

“Warmer now.”

It was physically impossible for Erik to pull Charles any closer to him, but by G-d he tried. He’d have carved room into his ribcage just so that Charles would have a space to be safe and cared for forever. He always was the dramatic one between them. With that thought in mind he shifted a little, looking at Charles’ flushed face.

“Come on,” he tugged him towards the sofa. “Sit with me. I’ve got the good blankets. And a book I know you love. Maybe even some tea, if you can stand to be out of my arms for a few minutes?”

Charles considered this. Seemed to find it a good and reasonable suggestion. Nodded.

“Alright then. You go get comfortable. I’ll grab the Earl Grey. And we’ll sit and get you all warmed up together, hm?”

His partner hummed his approval, tilting his head back expectantly. Erik rolled his eyes, but felt a bloom of affection in his chest.

“So demanding,” he deadpanned before leaning down and kissing him again. And again. On the third pass, Charles attempted to deepen the kiss, which Erik allowed. For a moment at least, before pulling back, ignoring the other man’s quiet whine at the loss. “You’re a menace, my love. Still a cold one, though. Go on.”

He pushed a pouting Charles in the direction of the living area, towards the ratty old couch that’s needed replacing for months but they could never seem to find the time. As for himself, he made his way to the kitchen. There was a box of tea in there with both of their names on it, after all.

[elentary]

Worth a tragedy - Nyariewen - Good Omens (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Worth a tragedy

Nyariewen

Summary:

Crowley is thwarted by his own miracle and he "endure" a tragedy on a stage. However it may be worth it.

Fluffbruary 2023: MORE FLUFF! @fluffbruary

14th September: theatre

Notes:

To be honest, it's been a while since I want to a theatre...

... I have to fix this.

N.B.: I wrote and posted this on the 14th but I completely forgot to make a post on Tumblr, of course!

[princessniitza]

[The English fic] A (Second) Year In The Life (1/4)

Fandom: The English

Pairing: Eli Whipp/Cornelia Locke

Rating: Teen

Word count: ~ 800 words (of ~ 4000 words)

Tags / Warnings: Alternate Universe – Modern Setting, Alternate Universe – Reincarnation, Alternate Universe – College/University, Established Relationship, Birthday Fluff, Sickfic, Home, Fluff, Humor

Summary:

4 seasons & 4 glimpses into Eli and Cornelia’s second year of graduate school.

Link to the fic: Fall |

[rainbowpopeworld]

Yesssss 🥹 I need more fluff on my tv with my blorbos

I am AGGRESSIVELY rattling at the bars of my cage, RTD, PLEASE. I COULD WATCH AN ENTIRE SEASON OF JUST 14 AND DONNA HAVING AN UNINTERRUPTED CONVERSATION ABOUT STUFF. In like a NORMAL context like a fucking bar or a coffee shop or in Donna's living room. DoctorDonna IKEA trip. I don't give a FUCK just let me watch these two communicate and talk and hug and gossip and shit forever I DO NOT CARE

[helloliriels]

Raise glasses and be up standing ...

And the Award goes to ...

@inevitably-johnlocked

The fandom’s librarian, archivist extraordinaire, fic reccie wrangler (and all-around great person!) 😭 this lifetime achievement award, for saving us all many a tear and heartache over a lost fic! We couldn't love you more, Steph!

Nominated for award honours by @7-percent

Check out the blog critics are calling: "LEGENDARY!", "A light in the fandom", "THE source!", "A safe space", "always so kind and helpful!", "the first blog I made SURE to follow!", "in awe of how well maintained ... the playlists ... plus your art ... and the meta!", "I always come here when I need something GOOD", "A johnlock beacon", "thank you, Thank You, THANK YOU!!!!"

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[thegildedbee]

fluffbruary days 27 & 28: from the mixed-up files of mrs. h [complete]

[Chapter 15: The Secret About Secrets] and [Chapter 16: Inhabiting the Palace of Memory] :: From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Francis E. Hudson

Here are the final chapters :-) The fic is now complete! Thank you to Fluffbruary's lovely readers and thank you to the @fluffbruary deities for another fun ride via their much-appreciated work on behalf of fandomhood :-) Sherlock and John manage to liberate the correct file about Angel, and as a result Mrs. Hudson strikes an extraordinary bargain with the two runaways in exchange for the details of their escapade. Plus: it turns out there's still a bit more to learn about secrets beyond Angel's creation -- from Mrs. Hudson to John and Sherlock about the essence of secrets, from Sherlock and John (as overheard by Mrs. Hudson's driver), and from Mrs. Hudson, in her last letter to Mr. Thatcher.

A continuation of my contribution to @fluffbruary 2023, through the sherlockization of E.L. Konigsburg's children's literature classic, From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler.

Fluffbruary Prompts: Day 27 --market; friend; photograph || Day 28: bonus prompt: birthday [prompt list] Fluffbruary may have ended on the 28th, but the fluffbruarians invited the fluffery to continue throughout the year with the 14th of each month as a focal point. With this "the-fic-is-finally-complete-post" arriving on May 14th, I'm dedicating the last two chapters as contributions to the "fluffbruary: the expanded addition" prompts. For May: I've used pillow and silk.

@totallysilvergirl @mydogwatson @calaisreno @elwinglyre @keirgreeneyes @momma2boys @helloliriels @blogstandbygo @fluffbruary [and, no worries, let me know if you'd prefer not to have me contribute to your inbox clutter!]

[i01-xcl]

redid my taggggZzz <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠> !

[redsrooftopprincess]

Sunlight

MOAR FLUFF. I'm sorry, I just can't help it. I love soft Raph 😭😭😭

Raphael x gn reader

I promise I'll have some spicy stuff soon. 🤞🏻😅

You arrive at the farmhouse to prepare for Casey and April's wedding. The boys pile out of the truck quickly. They've been waiting for this. Once they pass out of the garage, they pause, just to bask in the sunlight for the first time in months. You feel a warm smile blossom on your face. It seems like a weight has been lifted, and it has. They don't have to hide here.

Raphael seems so much lighter, and the way the sun catches his scales is unlike anything you've ever seen. It looks almost like mica, shimmering and flashing as his body moves. He opens his eyes and catches you staring. The way he smiles at you...

Your breath catches in your throat as his amber eyes catch the sunlight. He looks like something ancient. Like some sacred statue you might find in the middle of a forest, covered in moss, adorned with a red sash tied in prayer. Strength and wisdom and primal magic. This is how he is supposed to be. Shining.

You offer him a warm smile in return, very grateful all of that was said inside your head, before you busy yourself with unpacking the car.

When you step out from the garage into the sunlight, he forgets how to breathe. He feels like he's seeing you for the first time. The way the sun makes your skin glow. The way it gathers in your hair. Shines within your eyes. He's never seen you in daylight before and he is awestruck. You are too busy carrying a load of decorations inside house to notice.

He was almost angry at the sun. It got to see you like this all the time.

...

You and Donatello are working on centerpieces, while Leo is going over the itinerary for the millionth time. Raph sits back like a lazy cat and watches everything, one arm slung almost entirely across the back of the couch. An alarm goes off on Donnie's smart watch.

"Guys," he says, and they all fall in line and make their way to the front porch. Slightly confused, you walk out after them into a violent sunset. Bright pink and orange streak across the sky, and the whole world looks like something magical is about to happen.

The boys have settled in various places, Raphael on the front steps, and you walk over to sit beside him. They are all watching the sunset in reverence. You look up at the turtle beside you, and it's your turn to look on in reverence.

Blazing in greens and reds and golds, he looks like a forest fire. A force of destruction that leaves the earth better for it. You think back on how you met, what kind of place you were in, and where you are now. He'd ruined your life, and made it so much better. You take his hand and turn toward the sunset.

When you hand finds his, he looks over at you. You are ethereal. The gold light catches in your hair like a halo. How the hell did he manage this? He knows that nothing will ever come of his feelings for you, but he gets to be the one sitting beside an angel watching the sunset. So, as far as he's concerned, he's the luckiest guy in the world.

....

The morning mist scatters the dawn into a soft blanket of light that swirls around you all as you begin setting up.

You're watching Raphael joke and laugh with Mikey about some show they used to watch as kids, and you are brought near enough to tears that you have to busy yourself with place settings so you won't cry. You've NEVER seen him like this, completely at ease, and he is so damn beautiful.

Moments later, you squeak as you're suddenly pulled backwards by two large hands around your waist. When you hit shell, he wraps his arms around you in a hug. Even if he did feel the same, he would never let you give up the human world for him. He'd sooner never speak to you again. So, you let yourself have this. Just for a moment. You rest your arms atop his and lean back into him, letting this new softness envelope you.

And he is soft, not a single drop of tension. You turn in his arms to look up at him grinning down at you. The mist that has collected on his pebbled skin sparkles in the pale light like diamonds, and his golden eyes hold a hearth fire, warm and comforting.

Soon they would have to return to the real world, but the farmhouse wasn't the real world. He bows slightly and places his forehead against yours. Your eyes fall closed, and the blanket of morning light settles around you as you both indulge in something impossible, if only for a moment.

...

After an incredible week, you're fast asleep as the garbage truck barrels down the highway. Your head is in Raphael's lap, and he strokes your hair gently.

He looks up to see where they are and sighs quietly to himself, preparing for the inevitable tension that always hits like a truck when they leave the countryside. He's surprised when it doesn't hit as hard as he's expecting.

He looks down at you, asleep in his lap, and smiles as a passing streetlight illuminates your face.

Maybe, this time, he's taking a little sunlight home with him.

[justmediocrewriting]

“BEACH DAZE,” {v.s}

A/n: I owe so many thanks to @heartfully10 for this beautiful idea. Madam, please, feed me moar!! I read your idea and my brain fucking zoomed I tell you, it zoomed!!! I need more inspos like that <3

Summary: you were a fool to think the day couldn’t get any more perfect, because of course your handsome chef would make sure it did

Genre: fluff with spice

Pairing: Sanji x fem!reader

Requested: ❌ (suggested, requests are open!)

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings/tags: some spicy themes, massages, established relationship, mixer!sanji, the man’s a chef of course the dude can mix drinks too, flirting, just two people being madly in love on the beach, crew bonding, whipped!sanji, whipped!reader, sensual application of sunscreen, teasing, fluff, it’s just really lovey y’all (and a bit more spicy than I originally intended)

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The sun’s harsh glare was tapered by the shadow casted by the umbrella above you, its warm rays only able to caress the skin of your ankles to your toes. Pounding feet over shifting sand, lapping waves, loud splashes, the squeals and laughter of children and adults alike, and the cries of gulls harmonized together to create a symphony that bled nostalgia from your heart — you missed this.

Your eyes had slipped closed some time ago, the warm, lively atmosphere of the beach settling deep into your bones and relaxing you from within, so the arrival of another person in front of you was only detectable by the sudden coolness their shadow offered your toes.

“You seem pretty comfortable there, sweetheart.”

A smile found its way to your face immediately, the smooth timbre of that voice slithering into your ears pleasantly and melting your already sun-baked brain. With a simple flutter of your eyes you were greeted with one of the best sights of your life; clad in only patterned swim shorts and skin glistening with a sheen of perspiration, one hand casting a shadow over his blue eyes and the other holding a sweating glass of something, stood Sanji. Your skin heated ever so slightly and your gut stirred, but you pushed away the sensations and merely patted the space beside you.

“Towel is big enough for two, if you're curious to see how comfortable it is.” You teased silkily, and Sanji’s lips immediately pulled into a smirk. Further prompting was unnecessary, the blond man sinking down almost immediately beside you without a word. You eyed the glass in his hand, curiosity brimming at the oddly brightly colored liquid within.

“What’s that?” You asked, propping yourself up to rest your weight on your elbows and procure a better look at the drink. Sanji glanced down at the drink before shooting you a dazzling smile.

“It’s a drink I made. I call it ‘Little South Blue’.”

“The name fits.” You murmured, eyes taking in the ombré blue of the liquid, neon bright at the top and abyssal black towards the bottom. Flicking your eyes back up to meet Sanji’s, you asked, “what was your inspiration?”

“Have a taste first, love, and see if you can guess.” Sanji tutted, bringing the rim of the glass to your lips. You opened willingly, maintaining eye contact with him as the liquid slowly coated your tongue. Despite its blue color, it carried a heady citrus taste, not tangy enough to be off-putting but just enough to leave a bit of an aftertaste. There were sweet undertones in the current, too, something reminiscent of vanilla buttercream. All in all, it was a perfect blend of flavors, with none overshadowing the next, or standing out blatantly in a way that made the drink hard to swallow.

Once you swallowed down the generous amount Sanji had given you he pulled the rim from your mouth, eyebrows raised and lips quirked in a challenge. You licked the remainder of liquid from your lips, the action of which Sanji immediately zeroed in on, the look in his eyes fanning the ever-glowing embers of desire in your gut, and you pretended to consider.

“It’s sweet, with a citrus aftertaste… rather fruity, if you ask me. Which leads me to believe your inspiration was…” you trailed off, furrowing your delicate brows and jutting your lower lip out ever so slightly in that pout you knew drove Sanji crazy and got you anything you wanted out of the chef, and then sighed deeply.

“Nami.” You deadpanned, amusement zipping through your chest at the look of pure disbelief that overcame Sanji’s features — it was like watching sunlight glisten off of a rainbow trout’s scales, the colors shifting with such speed that the human eye couldn’t dare to identify where or when the shift started or ended.

“I’m speechless, love,” Sanji jested, scooting his body closer to yours and placing a large hand atop your plush thigh. “That you would assume I could even think of another woman when I have all of this right in front of me, any time I want it.” Sanji ended this statement with a firm, yet gentle squeeze of your thigh, sending various feelings and thoughts rushing to the forefront of your mind — memories of similar touches in the dark, picking you apart molecule by molecule and then gluing you back together again, simultaneously.

You sucked in a sharp breath and pushed your thighs together, the habitual movement not escaping Sanji’s watchful eye, and he smirked, skimming his fingers along your flesh. Your skin pimpled despite the heat of the day, and those embers once more flared hotter — gods, how you wanted him right now.

It was dizzying how quickly Sanji was able to alter your moods — with one well placed sentence or touch, Sanji could turn you into a dripping puddle of want, no matter what emotion you could have been feeling at the time, nor the strength of it. It was the same story for every emotion, the man able to influence them so easily, as if they were attached to strings and he were the puppet master pulling them.

And, to be frank, you loved it.

You looked down to Sanji’s hand on your thigh, bringing your own hand up to run your fingers over the bumps of his knuckles. Glancing up at him through your eyelashes, you dropped your voice to a low murmur, the volume prompting Sanji to lean in towards you to hear your words.

“You shouldn’t tease me unless you plan on seeing it through.”

Sanji’s eyes widened fractionally before they clouded with barely-contained interest, orbs darting down to trace the shape of your lips. You mirrored his actions, eyes falling to his lips, electricity skirting along the flesh of your own as you imagined pressing them to Sanji’s. Their dance would be fluid and familiar, as always, consumed by the ever-present hunger you held for one another.

“This is a public beach. Get a room.”

The sudden onslaught of words sliced through the tension swirling around you, and you whipped your body around to face the source; you inadvertently knocked your elbow into Sanji’s arm, dislodging his hand from your thigh and upsetting his balance slightly. You snapped your eyes up to meet the face of Zoro, who wore an expression of mixed discomfort and amusement.

You couldn’t help but flush slightly. You’d been so wrapped up in Sanji that you’d completely lost awareness to your surroundings. That wasn’t much of a surprise, if you were being honest. It had happened many a time on the Going Merry, and you just knew it would continue to happen going forward. That was the effect Sanji had on you. You glanced around to see if your little personal moment with Sanji had drawn the attention of anyone else, but thankfully, everyone on the beach were too busy in their own worlds to really pay you any mind.

“Go mind your own business, mosshead. Take a swim, or something. You need a bath anyway.” Sanji retorted back, but the relaxation of the day must have affected Sanji in some way too, for his words lacked their usual heat. Zoro rolled his eyes but stalked away regardless; Sanji focused his attention on you once more, but Zoro’s appearance had bursted that bubble of intimacy around the two of you, and you couldn’t find a way to work up the same level of desire you had felt just seconds prior. You gave Sanji a morose smile, and the message was conveyed clearly to the man, who simply shook his head with a smile on his face.

No worries.

Despite no longer feeling the urge to clamber into Sanji’s lap and ride him til the sun set, you still felt the need to be physically close to him, so you once again closed the distance between the two of you. Your thighs and sides were bow flush against one another, and you looked out across the span of the beach and rested your head on his shoulder. Sanji responded by wrapping an arm around your waist and placing his chin atop your head. A perfect embrace, one that had your chest feeling light and fluttery.

“This reminds me of home, you know.” You said suddenly, blurting out the same thought you’d had since the Going Merry had docked on the island. Sanji hummed and fiddled with the knot on the side of your swimsuit bottoms.

“You mean back in the South Blue?”

You nodded mutely, lips pulling into a smile as waves of nostalgia crashed over you. “Mhmm. Many islands in the South Blue are a lot like this one; hot, sunny and sandy. Coconut trees as far as the eye can see and enough tiki bars that even Zoro couldn’t drink an island dry.”

Sanji chuckled at your analogy and released his hold on the knot, now tracing shapes into the skin of your hip with his fingertips. Pleasant pimples dotted across your skin from the sensation.

“Was your island like this one?” Sanji asked, using his free hand to bring his drink, Little South Blue, to his lips. You could feel the undulation of his jawline and throat as he swallowed.

You shifted your body closer to his, crossing your right ankle over his left and digging your foot between his. The heat was near scorching, and the proximity of your bodies wasn’t helping, but it felt too nice to not link your skin in some way.

“Somewhat. There’s a lot of activities that I’ve noticed are exclusive to the South Blue — surfing, beach volleyball, free diving. But there’s a couple here that I recognize from my island. The tiki bars, for example, and the sunbathing.”

You pointed to a group of women to the left, splayed out on large beach towels and soaking up the sun’s rays like hungry plants. Sanji made a strange sound, a mixture between a grunt and a chuckle, and before you could question its origins he said,

“Won’t they just burn? It doesn’t even look like they’re wearing sun screen.”

You narrowed your eyes and looked closer at the women; it was hard to discern from the distance, but you could just barely notice the lack of the tell-tale shine of sunscreen. You hummed deep in your throat.

“They probably forgot to reapply it. It does dry up, eventually.”

“Did you put some on?” Sanji asked, palm flattening around your hip and rubbing, as if he were trying to feel the slick oil on your skin. You burrowed your side deeper into his and reached across his lap to pluck the drink from his hand. Sanji unhooked his chin from your head so that you could pull a drink from the rim. That sweet vanilla-citrus bloomed over your tongue again, and you found yourself quite liking the taste.

“I rubbed some in earlier. It’s not too big of a deal for me, since I’m in the shade. This is actually pretty good, by the way.” You took another slow, purposeful drink, letting the liquid linger in your tongue for a few moments before swallowing.

Sanji clicked his tongue, and his other hand, now freed of its previous burden, slid over to connect to your thigh once more. He stroked the plush flesh with his thumb as he rumbled, “of course it’s good. Its creation was inspired by the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

You looked up at Sanji with wide, doe-y eyes, voice sickly sweet as you teased, “awww, that’s going to flatter Nami to the moon!”

Sanji rolled his eyes and pursed his lips, though you could see no real agitation in his expression when he reached forward and slipped the drink from your hand. With a light smack to your thigh Sanji ordered, “alright, that’s enough. Lay on your stomach.”

“What?” You said smartly, amusement flattening quickly to confusion.

“On your stomach. You said it’s been a while since you’ve put on any sunscreen, and there is no way I’m going to let the sun do any damage to your beautiful skin.”

You raised a brow and pointed up at the umbrella. “I’m under the shade.”

“I’m not taking any chances. Now lay down and tell me where the sunscreen is.” Sanji huffed, and you rolled your eyes but complied, rearranging yourself to spread out on your stomach. Sanji’s skilled hands rubbing sunscreen into your skin actually didn’t sound half bad.

“It’s in my bag.” You said softly, crossing your arms in front of you and resting your chin atop them.

Sanji shuffled through your bag for a few seconds before grasping and pulling out the circular container of your sunscreen. Sanji unscrewed the lid and placed the container gently near the side of your head, its strong vanilla fragrance quickly rushing into your nostrils.

Vanilla…

Sanji shuffled beside you then stood, placing either foot on each side of your legs before squatting down to cage your calves beneath his thighs; Sanji made sure to put most of the pressure and body weight onto the backs of his own feet so that he didn’t squash your legs, a rather gentle and endearing consideration of his. Silver glinted in your periphery as Sanji dipped his fingers into the container and scooped out a generous amount — a lot more than you’d personally use, but you didn’t utter an objection to it — and anticipation spiked in your gut when you heard the unmistakable sound of Sanji slathering his hands in the substance.

The first stroke across your shoulder blades had you sighing into the warm air, but when Sanji used his palms to smear in the sunscreen you were helpless to the sounds your lips released. Sanji put a gentle pressure into his hands, sliding his palms up and down your back — all the way from the tips of your shoulder blades to the dip of your lower back and back again — repetitive and slow, and your muscles were quickly turning to putty beneath his attention.

Sanji took immediate notice of this, and his intentions of applying sunscreen morphed into a delicate massage, splaying his thumbs so that they gently dug into the muscles close to your spine with every drag along the length of your back.

“You’re tense, love. How long has that been going on?” Sanji asked in a murmur, leaning his body over yours so that he could speak inches from your ear. The combination of sensations had your gut stirring, his deft hands turning your body to putty and his rumbling timbre doing the same to your brain.

“A little bit.” You answered breathily, eyes slipping closed as you allowed yourself to feel — to feel Sanji’s subtle weight against your legs, his hands on your skin, the breeze in the air, and the soft sand beneath the towel — it was a combination that made your chest feel floaty and full, the beach drawing out homesick nostalgia and Sanji’s presence supplying a different sense of home. A sense of home that you only felt with Sanji.

“You should have told me sooner, darling. I’d have been more than happy to massage you.” Sanji gently chastised, and in your dopey state, all you could do was hum in response. Sanji’s hands slipped up to your shoulder blades, his thumbs digging into the meatier sections with a gently firmness, and electricity exploded within your body — you could feel the tension melting out of your muscles, and it felt so good. Sanji repeated this action along the entirety of your back, rubbing and soothing out every kink in the muscles with hands that bordered on sinful.

“I’m sure you probably knew from the start, but Little South Blue’s creation was inspired by you.” Sanji wisped, hands never slowing or stopping their movements. “I’d read in a book long ago that citrus fruits were very common in the South Blue, and that they were the staple ingredient of all kinds of foods and drinks.”

You peeked open an eye just in time to see Sanji dipping his fingers back into the container of sunscreen before returning to your back — now his hands moved up further, grinding pleasantly into the muscle of your nape.

“Vanilla is your favorite scent, and you especially like the taste when it’s used in buttercream.”

Your heart constricted in your chest, adoration flaring strong and consuming. You remembered the vanilla-y undercurrent in the mouthfuls you’d swallowed previously, along with the tangy citrus.

“I decided to combine them in a base of your favorite alcohol; sweet rum. Then I named it after your home sea, so that you could have a little piece of it when we leave here.”

Your heart felt as if it would implode out of your chest; time and time again, Sanji was able to exceed any and all expectations with his generosity and romantic soul, but this felt like it was on another level — one that you were finding difficult to process at the moment. Sanji’s hands felt heavenly on your body, but if you didn’t get your lips on his this instant you were going to combust.

With Sanji essentially weightless on top of you, it was easy to roll onto your back quickly. The movement startled Sanji and he retracted his hands, still lathered in the sun screen, and you slipped your legs from underneath him and sat up on your knees. Grasping both sides of his handsome face you leaned in quickly, connecting your lips to his. As always, the contact sent ripples of electricity through your entire body, and when Sanji’s lips quickly responded by initiating a dance with yours, the chilled embers in your gut roared into an inferno.

You slid your tongue along his bottom lip, phantom traces of vanilla-citrus rewarding your movement, and you groaned against Sanji’s lips, which parted for you quickly. The beach and everything else faded into the background as you slipped your tongue against his, coaxing it into the same familiar dance you’d rehearsed time and time again. The flavor was even heavier on his tongue, and when understanding the very reason behind every ingredient, it tasted like pure heaven, enhancing the natural taste of Sanji that you’d come to love and crave.

You only pulled away when you found yourself getting a bit dizzy from lack of proper oxygen, and by that time you had subconsciously scrambled into Sanji’s lap and had your hands wrapped around the nape of his neck, fingers tangled in the blond strands at the base of his skull. Sanji’s pupils were blown and his eyes were hazy, a subtle hardness pushing into the flesh of your thigh, and you licked your lips.

“You taste a lot more like home than some drink, Sanji.”

Sanji smiled at you in a breathless daze, but the perfect, sensual moment was ruined by one phrase uttered with distaste from behind you,

“Seriously, get a room.”

{{:================================:}}

2 posts in under 24 hours??? I’m on a roll lmao. I just wanted to send a quick thank you to everyone who has sent in requests/suggestions. You guys really helped bring me inspiration and I appreciate it so much!! If you guys enjoyed this please consider liking/reblogging/commenting. Love you all and thanks for reading!

[mudkirby]

Pebbles In order of appearance.

@druidshollow lore lore lore Dune lore lore

@flickering-nightfall whole reason I draw Pebbles the way I do since first exposure

@toxictoxicities b u f f

@dennis7231 still waiting on them dropwigs >:)

@weepinglilvessel ant snooooot

@mudkirby me :> 🔫

@shkika love your Suns

@northflowerowo Sorry I shoved him so far down lol

Honourable mentions/ shout outs: @trashiiplant Howwow Knight and Wainwowld :D

@kelnexia is lurking.

@daszombes Thank you for explaining lore, giving us peak story telling and characters to simp for in the form of the Iterator Logs. What? No Pebbles? Don't care. You're on here now.

Druid's Hollow, the first time I ever saw your YouTube channel was with the Distant Frontier video after just having gotten into Iterator Logs. One of the most pivotal pieces of media you've made in my life was God- Jake Daniels. That single video alone gave me the push I needed to make my first Rainworld oc Parting Clouds. The stories surrounding your characters (and Dune) are creative beyond my ability to write stories. Keep up your top tier memery.

Flickering Nightfall, I'ma put this in a nutshell. Duckdance. After that I found your blog via Google before I made a Tumblr and became enthralled by your content. From something as obscure to me as Infinity Train to Pebbles ragdolling, you were essentially my gateway into liking Iterators. I love the purple. I need moar.

Vic, b u f f I haven't known your blog long and was introduced to you through the My Goodbye animation. Since I was sort of entirely new to Rainworld at that point, I had no idea what was happening. I just saw a well drawn thing and went "oooooo". I'm all for Suns' antenna twitches and NSH box head. Also, body pillow 💀

Dennis, one of the first blogs I found when I first started Tumblr. I found you through the @iterator-ask-blog and found bullying Pebbles hilarious. I love the way you draw the yellow things on his head and I just appreciate that you do digital in general. I do not, will not and proceeds to die if I must. I've seen quick progress with your art style as well. Keep going.

Vessel, I barely know you. Who da heck are ye? I saw your art style once and knew I needed to follow. The way you draw Pebbles and Moon are so satisfying to stare at for minutes and I had way too much fun replicating that s n o o t. I don't know what you're up to with them aside from chaos. Murky Seas' story and design are fantastic. RIP

Shkika, I only found you through the @ask-looks-to-the-moon blog and love the way you draw the Iterators. It's very stylistic without straying too far. The three fingered hands to the goofy faces Moon expresses makes me smile. B a l l s. My Suns design was more so inspired by the way you make him as you were somehow the first Suns exposure. You're the only reason I can't see him without fluff. How did you make Pebbles cute kavvkatkcfadal

Northflowo, way back in 2022 in my first exposure to Hollow Knight, I found your channel through the Baby Mantis skin video with Nosk along with the lore in a nutshell video. Any other content I saw I forgor. In any case, your channel was there in my search for knowledge on that game. Fast-forward to the near conclusion of 2023 when I was first introduced to Rainworld. In my hunt for memes and more knowledge, I found the other lore in a nutshell video and realized you were the perfect channel for me as you had plenty of other content on that subject. Your art still manages to astound me, especially with the shot you did in the map Pliocene and the Warrior Cats redraws like with the waterfall. I'm trash at drawing backgrounds and might learn something from you.

And of great importance to me, @bornt-urnge/@zigmatism

@kitterjitters /@offended-dragon

Thank you for every moment of drawing from Pokemon to Kirby to Mire (oc) and anything else. You have made some of the largest impacts on my life, drawing, game choices and I've enjoyed every moment. I want to have more ridiculous sessions like that in the future and look forward to it.

Some of you have been around in my life for some time and others I've just found. All the same, every single art piece you've made has inspired me no matter how polished, memed or "trash". All of you have made an impact on me, no matter how miniscule. I look forward to the future with anticipation for all of your art. Have a terrific year, and with my deepest gratitude, thank you. Thank you for being here. Thank you for reading this.

[elentary]

Quiet, gentle and romantic - Nyariewen - Good Omens (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Quiet, gentle and romantic

Nyariewen

Summary:

It was probably the quiet, gentle and romantic moment Aziraphale had been waiting for the last sixty years (practically since the church bombing) but, instead of fully enjoying it, he was trying to not freak out.

It wasn't because Crowley was softly snoring on his couch with a little smile on his lips: that had happened many times before (and the angel was sure it would also happen in the future).

The "problem" was that the demon wasn't using his usual cushion to rest his head on: at that moment, Crowley was hugging a pillow that shouldn't exist at all.

Double challenge today!

Fluffbruary 2023 (@fluffbruary ) - MOAR FLUFF - May: Pillow

Ineffable May 13: Quiet, gentle and romantic

Notes:

Ok, double challenge for the single fic (didn't have enough time to do two, sorry)

[cereal-killahh]

moomin.

idk something is missing maybe...

that's nice but i feel like i need to add something.... maybe more fluff?

more...

I SAID MOAR!!!

perfect

[screams-in-writing]

Moar fluff snippets ‘cause I enjoy writing ‘em (and I need some more time to edit other wips):

13- cuddles of consolation (2nd pov)

You’re working at the cafe when Mr. Puzzles decided to visit out of the blue.

This wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, since he loved to find any excuse to spend time with you. It tended to translate to him wanting your undivided attention with Puzzles giving you his in return.

But today, instead of sauntering up to the counter to flirt outrageously with whatever film he decided to recently take inspiration from, the tv headed man was more subdued.

In fact, he didn’t even look in your direction as he slipped into the secluded area of the cafe in the back corner.

And stayed there.

Interesting, and perhaps a little concerning.

Once you finished up your shift about an hour later, you get yourself a snack and a drink before joining Mr. Puzzles in the small, quiet space in the usually bustling, lively cafe.

Upon entering the small alcove, you find Mr. Puzzles scrunched up on the seat closest to the wall.

Hearing you, the man raised his head to show off a worn-out expression across his screen.

Shoving the table away from Puzzles, you sat down alongside him, which he was quick to take advantage of.

As expected, he was seeking comfort, but not in a way you’d anticipated.

But honestly?

You ought to have expected this to happen at some point when Mr. Puzzles just removed his metal television head and gingerly set it down on your lap.

The rest of the man’s body held in place, as if uncertain what to do with itself.

While you caressed the edges of the screen and the antenna, Mr. Puzzles’ body finally moved.

It scooted closer to your side, pressing up to you while an arm went over your shoulders.

“So.” You glanced down at the tv screen, and see bits of static here and there with digital eyes closed, and a content technicolor smile. “I don’t suppose you did something to upset Smg4 or one of his friends, did you?”

The digital eyes flickered open then closed at once as Mr. Puzzles grumbled something through the static in his speakers.

“Did you deserve it?”

A long, exasperated sigh emitted before Puzzles twitched his exposed neck in a nod.

“What am I going to do with you?” You patted to the side of the bowler hat.

In answer, Mr. Puzzles lifted your hand back to his antenna with the arm not over your shoulders.

“It was a rhetorical question.” You stated, pinching the metal between your fingers and giving it a little yank.

Quiet static became an interested purr of electrical sputters.

You remembered to quick turn the dial on Mr. Puzzles volune to prevent his moan and ‘please, more’ to not echo into the cafe. As you did you let go of the antenna and after seeing the confused expression, smiled at the man, and turned his tv head to face away from you as you lean into his body’s side. You swat the hand trying to return the metal tv head to its rightful spot, but you just said ‘no’. There may have been a whine over that but it could have just been feedback from Mr. Puzzles speaker at a lowered volume. Shrugging off the man’s arm, you give his tv head a quick hug before placing it on the table, and sprawling yourself over Mr. Puzzles’ lap and chest.

Being poked and prodded gave no response nor encouraged you to move. Mr. Puzzles couldn’t turn up the volume on himself with where his head was, so you couldn’t quite hear what he was saying. But you got an idea when the body’s arms wrapped snugly around you and the neck nuzzled along your shoulder.

“Ssss-ne-sne-eak-akky-yyy.”

A guttural, hoarse whisper choked out near your ear as what made up Mr. Puzzles neck lingered alongside your head.

“Your vocal cords from when you were fully human work?” You twisted in the man’s grip as you carefully run your hands along Puzzles wire-wrapped neck.

“Yeh-yeg-yes-esss.” A raspy breath. “Ddiv-diff-ifica-ga-ficul-icullttt.”

“I had no idea…” You’d felt the faint vibrations beneath your fingertips. “Does it hurt?”

“S-s-ssomm-omm-mme.” Mr. Puzzles admitted with a wheeze and even a cough.

“More difficult and painful here in my world versus yours?” You asked, petting the wires carefully down to Puzzles shoulders.

“Mmhmm.” Was verbalized mainly with a breath versus a voice.

“I’m sorry. Do you need to put your head back on?” You let go and leaned back. “I was just playing around with the volume. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“Iii-issss-all-all ri-ight-ghtt.” Mr. Puzzles’ hands gently squeezed you into his chest. “Can-cannn-annn leav-eave-eve but vol-lllum-ume-e up-p-p?”

“Of course!” You lean out of Puzzles’ embrace and reach around to fiddle with the dial as a slow sigh emits. You rest your hand on top of Mr. Puzzles’ metal head. “Sorry.”

“You didn’t know.” Mr. Puzzles said simply, no upset tone in his voice. If anything, he just sounded weary again. “Let me hold you?”

You leaned right back into Puzzles’ body’s waiting arms.

As the two of you snuggled, you fell asleep, closely followed by Mr. Puzzles.

It was proof to how much Puzzles needed the comfort and how tired you actually were that neither of you woke up to the gasps and stifled screams of some of your coworkers.

As it turned out, not all of them actually realized that Mr. Puzzles’ head came off of his body.

Another coworker, who just rolled with everything he saw, snapped a picture and printed it off on the printer up in the podcast room to leave it on the table for you and Mr. Puzzles to find.

You would snatch the photo up to put on your wall at home while Mr. Puzzles, with his metal head back where it belonged, mumbled under his breath about people needing to be more considerate of other’s privacy.

That tirade ended when you planted a kiss in the middle of Puzzles’ screen with a loud ‘mwah’ sound that made someone outside the alcove wolf whistle, and another loudly announce ‘hell yeah, kiss that tv man!’

Both you and Mr. Puzzles wore matching blushes when eventually emerging from the alcove despite doing nothing but cuddling and trading kisses with one another.

14- cuddles after being touch-starved (1st pov)

I wasn’t entirely certain about this.

It seemed much too fast, even if I desperately wanted to join you with the all but open invitation given to me.

The cozy, relaxed atmosphere and the soft material of pillows and blankets before me haphazardly tossed together in an inviting place to relax was so, so tempting.

But it was too good to be true, wasn’t it?

Was I lying to myself that you actually wanted me to spend time with you?

The doubt lingered as I stared at your living room floor, covered in a ridiculous amount of those pillows and blankets.

The invitation of comfort and company was something I yearned for, yet I couldn’t help but think it was meant to lower my guard. To hurt me in some way, when I wasn’t paying attention room to my surroundings.

I lifted my gaze from the soft items to see you sprawled on a patch of it, looking entirely relaxed and at peace with the world. I hesitated a moment longer, before I lowered myself into the comfy material, and lie on my side facing you while supporting my metal head with a pillow and a blanket shoved under my wire-wrapped neck.

Uncertain when or how it happened, I soon met you in the middle of the soft bedding, and went inert, craning my neck to meet your eyes with a wary static expression.

Was this really okay?

It was, for you, as you encouraged me to indulge in the thrilling sensation of holding another person in a loose hug, with no violence forthcoming.

I sagged with an internal sigh of relief as you ran your hands over my head, then down to my neck, where your fingers lingered. Shivering at the touch, I leaned into it as you trailed your hands down to my shoulders. Letting out a faint noise, I pressed back into your gentle caressing, before going still when you moved to my collarbones. I peeked at you with an undoubtedly flushed expression across my face, the screen dancing between a full on blush and a sheepish one when one of my speakers squeaked out a funny static.

You gave me an amused look at that, then continued to explore my collarbone before you abruptly placed both hands palm down on my chest.

I sucked in an unnecessary breath, then practically melted as I noted that you were listening, in a sense, to my heart beating with the aid of mechanics within to keep it beating with all the changes I’d made to myself over the years.

Your hands remained in place, and surely you noticed the quickening pace of the heart beneath.

I reached around you to clasp my hand over yours, then brought my other hand over to lightly grasp your wrists to lead you to my head again. Settling comfortably on the pillows and blankets I sighed wistfully as you brought your fingers to my screen to trace down along through the static fuzz that reacted to your skin’s touch.

Eventually, I was overstimulated from the static building up, and scooped you into my arms while I discharged it swiftly through my antenna with a sharp crack of electricity.

While you laughed at the unexpected sound, I happily drew you even closer to me.

This had been a good idea on your part; a quiet home, a comforting sensation of the soft bedding to rest on, and the feeling of being cared for.

I would have to give you the same care and attentiveness in return when I was feeling better and could devote my attention entirely to you.

For now, I would enjoy this quiet moment.

15- squeezing them tightly (1st pov)

(Note: I. Had fun. Interpreting this prompt after seeing the wotfi ‘24 trailer with Mr. Puzzles in the engine room and drafted this before the wotfi came out).

Tags: Sort of (?) suggestive content for this one. Cause. You know. Wires. But sfw here.

-

I believed that Smg4 and his friends would soon be rudely barging in an attempt to stop me.

Well, wouldn’t they be surprised to know that I was ready for them this time?

Without a sound, I used one of the trailing cables to snap up the intruder with ease. Already, I had plans forming in my mind with how to deal with whoever it was, as I brought my now-captive to be face to screen with me for better delivery of any threat or taunt to be had.

Instead, I froze up the moment my gaze landed on you.

I said your name shakily, static muffling my speakers. Swiftly, I loosened the cable wrapped around you. Shifting my face to a strained technicolor smile and worried digital eyes beneath a furrowed brow. My voice was as shaky as my smile was.

“What are you-“ I spluttered to a halt, paused. “Why are you here?” I eventually demanded, the worry trickling into my tone. “I could have hurt you!” Anger came next, covering my fear. “You shouldn’t be here! I didn’t…why are you here?!” I unintentionally gave the cable around you a squeeze while I went about frantically barricading the engine room.

Oh, this wasn’t good.

I couldn’t-

You made a tiny noise.

My metal head snapped to attention in your direction, worried again that I’d possibly hurt you, but what I found instead was rather…interesting.

Telling.

You were flushed in the face and looking mortified about it.

“Oh?” I loomed closer while using the cable to bring you closer. A hooded look with a sly multicolored grin planted itself on my screen. “Do you happen to like this current form of mine, my dear?” I growled the last bit in a deeper tone while my smile turned into a giant, eager grin at your deepening blush. Loose cables rustled restlessly around the engine room as I reached up with a hand to go beneath you. Carefully, I settled you on my palm, but instead of freeing you from the cable around your middle, I instead playfully directed a few more cables to wind around your legs and arms. I unwound them now and again, amusing myself by making different patterns around you while you wriggled in my grasp. You did an adorable flail when I removed all the wires but the one around your middle that you finally grasped in your hands.

My laughter, the less manic kind, rang out in the large room as I slowly lowered my head closer while waiting to see what you’d do next. The entire room rattled again when I reacted to you carefully biting the wire.

Oh?

“Be careful, my dear.” I chuckled lowly and curled my fingers around you to make it so you only saw the wide grin on my screen. “I’ve got the upper hand right now. And much more.” I raised the cables and lowered them while staring directly at you.

Another bite, and a defiant expression with the blush that remained.

I didn’t know it, but I was also blushing, along with a heart rate across my face and eventual heart eyes at another bite that went straight to my body despite the cable that just question protruded out of my back.

Digital eyes met yours.

I forgot about Smg4 and the others for a moment while I lavished attention on you, and received pets to my screen that was currently much bigger than you in return.

-

Smg4 was understandably traumatized by the sight of you and Mr. Puzzles, in a bigger form connected to the engine room, making out as best the both of you could with one of you only having a screen as a face. Not to mention you were much smaller than the screen so it looked like you were trying to hug Mr. Puzzles’ screen as he held you with one hand to said screen, and one carefully cupping beneath you to make sure you didn’t fall from such a high height.

Smg4 was quick to retreat, leaving the doors open a crack, suddenly very content to wait for Mr. Puzzles to notice that he and Mario had made it to the engine room. While Smg4 was questioning his life choices up until this point, Mario just lifted a phone, eyes crossed, and took a picture. With a brighter flash than the phone ought to have had.

On one hand, it got Mr. Puzzles’ attention.

On the other hand, fighting was made incredibly difficult because Mr. Puzzles really, really didn’t want to let go of you.

In the end, you ended up being brought outside the engine room to revolve the matter. It was luck that Mr. Puzzles didn’t end up getting destroyed along with the engine room, but you wouldn’t get to see the man for awhile after he was arrested for all he’d done to Smg4 and the others.

At least you were able to visit Mr. Puzzles now and again, eventually.

[laughingfcx]

BLUE LOCK MASTERLIST

untitled chatfic — S. NAGI

gender neutral reader, fluff, smau, crack.

not-a-love-story through texts

UNORDINARY — R. ITOSHI

gender neutral reader, fluff, drabble

silly bed things (NOT sex)

SECOND MALE LEAD — R. ITOSHI

chapter fic, female reader, fluff, au

so rin gets isekai'd into YOUR favourite manhwa. and then you do too! how can the two of you possibly escape?

TOUGH LOVE (LIE) — R. MIKAGE

crack, fluff

everyone knows that reo mikage likes you. you know that reo mikage likes you. he knows that you know, too. yet he won't make a single move on you. under the pretext of "tough love", you torture him into asking you out and not being scared of everything.

NO REGRETS — S. ITOSHI

drabble? gn reader.

just a silly piece w/ no dialogue.

GOING PUBLIC W/ YOUR RELATIONSHIP

RIN || ISAGI

gender neutral reader .

moar otw. maybe idk.

[gloomiegalaxie]

Just a shot in the dark here, but if it's not too much trouble do you know any creators who make bug and insect themed custom content? Often I find myself using your antennas for my bug sims but can't find any neck fluff for moths and such. Thank you either way in advance ^^'

there's not a lot out there, sadly. there's a few options though :3

fluffs:

saruin's paolumu set

valhallansims's fur collar

grimguide's fluffy mohawk

other buggy acc:

grimguide antenna

bellassims wings

insect wings

sp-creates animated wings

genetics:

insect skin (original post here, website is a mess to dl from)

moth antenna

pyxiidis' interstellar overlay

zaneida's snail eyes

zaneida's extra eyes

pyxiidis' extra eyes

presets:

ssspringroll's bug feet

grimguide's 3 finger hand preset

ssspringroll's eye presets

other bits n pieces:

aurummusik's feather should acc (TSR)

grimguide + ssspringroll's halloween set

grimguide's flick set (horns n tail)

moar of grimguide's stuff

feathery accessories from astya's Oct 2022 set

sewersim's insect mandibles

sewersim's bog witch claws

sewersims's talons

sewersim's gnarly spikes

ssspringroll's antenna

i hope this is helpful, i have bug cc planned as well beyond antenna that will hopefully come to be soon.

[sars-wulf]

MOAR FLUFF

“You don’t want me. I’m broken,” Anne murmured sadly. She tried to pull away from Sasha, but she kept her still.

“Then I’ll spend the rest of my life putting you back together.” Sasha said, pulling Anne in for another soft kiss.

She kissed her on the lips, on her cheeks, her forehead, anywhere she could reach. Anne softly giggled.

Both girls froze. It was the first time Anne had laughed and it wasn’t in a negative way.

“I love it when you laugh,” Sasha said softly.

“You do?” Anne asked breathlessly.

“It’s like the tinkling of bells. I love it. I can’t get enough of it. Of you.”

“You’re acting like you’re addicted to a drug.” Anne said with a smile.

“Yeah. You.” Sasha smiled back, and leaned her head into Anne’s neck.