#breanna's fluff

[pbnbucks]

Smut prompts Fluff prompts Angst prompts

PBNBUCKS WORKS ꨄ

𐐂 Las Vegas Aces

Aja Wilson

$ no works yet…

𐐂 Indiana fever

Caitlin Clark

・My Bad / SUGGESTIVE

・Christmas Morning / FLUFF

・What Happens In Bora Bora Stays In Bora Bora / SUGGESTIVE

・Sit On It? / SUGGESTIVE

・Jealousy Head Cannons / NSFW

・Are You Serious / NSFW

・Sweet Heart / FLUFF

・Girl Kisser / FLUFF

・Short Head Canons / NSFW

・Melting / FLUFF

・Only For Tonight / ANGST

・Needed You / NSFW

・Sessions / FLUFF

Nalyssa Smith

・Head Cannons / FLUFF

Sydney Colson

$ no works yet…

𐐂 Seattle Storm

Nika Muhl

・The Storm / FLUFF

・Camera / SUGGESTIVE

・Whats Your Problem? / NSFW

・Good Intentions / NSFW

・The Transfer Student / NSFW

・We Could Be Better / NSFW

・Cause Where Toxic Baby / NSFW

・Im Sorry / NSFW

・Lovers Day / FLUFF

・Love You / FLUFF

・Parking Lot / NSFW

・Injured / FLUFF

・Short Head Canons / NSFW

・Dynamite / ANGST

Sue Bird

$ no works yet…

Skylar Diggins-Smith

$ no works yet…

Gabby Williams

・Maybe / SUGGESTIVE

・Head Canons / NSFW

𐐂 New York Liberty

Breanna Stewart

・Jealous / NSFW

・Cheering For Me? / NSFW

・Only You / NSFW

・Bad Game / NSFW

Sabrina Ionescu

$ no works yet…

𐐂 Chicago Sky

Chennedy Carter

$ no works yet…

Angel Reese

・Only / FLUFF

𐐂 Phoenix Mercury

Diana Taurasi

・High On You / NSFW

・Drunk In Love / NSFW

・Head Cannons / NSFW

・Baby Fever / FLUFF

・Extreme aggressor / NSFW

𐐂 Washington Mystics

Aaliyah Edwards

・Head Cannons / FLUFF

𐐂 Golden State Valkyries

Kate Martin

・Strangers, Friends, Lovers, Strangers Again. / ANGST

・Knee Deep In Love / FLUFF

𐐂 Los Angeles Sparks

Kelsey Plum

$ no works yet…

𐐂 Atlanta Dream

Brittney Griner

・Headcannons / NSFW

・Can You Move? / FLUFF

・I Love You / FLUFF

・Nasty / NSFW

・Short Head Cannons / NSFW

・Ginuwine / NSFW

request are always open!

[breannasfluff]

Danny is halfway through wrapping his chest when someone gasps.

“Babypop? Who the fuck did that to you?”

Danny whirls, one hand holding the bandage roll and the other gathering ectoplasm in his palm. Ember stands, guitar missing, and stares. Glancing down, Danny registers that he’s mostly naked, his new burns on full display.

His eyes flare green and there’s an angry echo in his voice when he says, “What’s it matter to you?”

“That’s serious shit, dipstick. Did a ghost do that to you?”

“No. Now get lost.”

“You aren’t scaring me into leaving.” Ignoring the warning glow of energy, she walks closer.

Danny’s breath hisses between his teeth, ghost sense triggering too late. He’s cornered, vulnerable, and in pain. Ember isn’t getting the hint. 

He hurls a ball of ectoenergy, aiming just to the left of her foot. “Leave me alone, Ember.” 

This, finally, stops her and she stares back, eyes wide. “Ghosts didn’t do that to you. Humans did. Danny…are you safe at home?”

First Lancer and now Ember? Why can’t people just leave him alone? “I don’t want to talk about it!”

Ember raises a hand and he flinches on instinct, memories of Maddie getting ready to slap him overlaying the present. And then it’s just the ghost again, face crumpling. 

“Oh, babypop.” Rather than pulling back, she sits on the floor, hugging her knees. “I’m so, so sorry.”

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[patscorner]

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[About Pat]

♡it's the rainy days that give us love for the sun♡

Requests: open | Asks: open

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Won't write~

Smut, any strange kinks, incest or step-cest, rape, or any weird shit

Will write~

Fluff, angst, suggestive, NSFW content, mental health (whatever I'm comfortable with)

Who I write for:

->Paige Bueckers, KK Arnold, Nika Mühl, Kate Martin, Azzi Fudd, Ice Brady, Aubrey Griffin, Iñes Bettencourt, KK Harvey, Georgia Amoore, Breanna Stewart, Morgan Cheli, Cameron Brink

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[klaus-littlestwolf]

Random Thought:Klaus Mikaelson

I know most people probably don’t know what Leverage is but if you do please tell me you agree cause this has been in my head for a LONG time.

Leverage

I know this one is really different and idk how many people will even know what I’m talking about but I thought I would write it since it’s been in my head for literally 2 years now after the first episode dropped July 2021.

I was In Love with a show called Leverage when I was a kid, it started when I was like 11 and ran for 5 seasons where they worked in Boston and Portland and other places but Leverage Redemption is set in New Orleans…you know where I’m going with this!

I have a near constant fanfic playing in my head where Klaus Mikaelson meets the Leverage team and it’s awesome!

Sophie would be so intrigued by him, and his accent! She would be asking him a BILLION questions about fine art! Klaus would enjoy the ability to talk to her in depth as she’s so intelligent when it comes to historical art.

Parker would love that he’s indestructible! She would push him off buildings like Hardison…just without the harness. I believe Klaus would enjoy how insane Parker is and he would learn everything he could about being a thief from her. And don’t tell me she wouldn’t be obsessed with his ability to compel people.

Hardison would be frustrated that he doesn’t have ANY internet presence, he’s a literally ghost and it irks him! Hardison would amuse Klaus and he would absolutely use him to make him fake IDs from then on.

Harry would be terrified of him and you cannot change my mind, he would avoid Klaus like the plague and our Hybrid would have so much fun fucking with him, scaring him almost constantly. Eventually I think he would chill out but it would take a while…poor Harry.

And Breanna? Klaus would be Breannas new best friend! She would Love to play pranks with him, teach him all kinds of video games, she would show him all the gadgets she makes and teach him about hacking. I truly believe he would come to view her like his child the way he did Marcel, I want to see them interact more than Anything!

Eliot is the only mystery to me honestly, it could go several ways where he never trusts him or where they grow to be friends. Personally I believe he would be cautious, of course. Eliot wouldn’t trust Klaus for a second and Klaus would feel the same. Eliot knows he’s a vampire and he does all the research he can into Klaus’ past, legends about him and such and what he finds doesn’t calm him. Seeing how much Breanna, Parker and Sophie love him would ease his worries a bit, clearly Klaus has no intention of harming them but he doesn’t trust him. I believe Klaus would slowly grow on him, especially the first time Klaus heals him from his painful injuries after a bad job.

Klaus would enjoy the team a lot! He would love to watch them con corrupt assholes and even try to be of assistance when they allowed it.

I want to write a fic about another member of the team and Klaus falling for her, I think him being inducted into their little Found Family would be the most precious thing in the world!

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[lucy-frostblades]

my leverage gift exchange fic!!!

word count: 435

pairings: hardison/eliot/parker, leverage team as a family

no archive warnings apply

taglist under cut

@leveragegiftexchange @blueskiesandstarrynights @katbratsupernaturalwhore @genuine-possum @someguyiguess @depressedtransguy @thedragonemperess @thedrowningpoetofdionysus (lemme know if you want to be added or removed)

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WNBA CHAMPS ───── LUKA DONCIC (crashout couple)

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⟢ ┈ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | (request for my baby jo, @wanderlusturous) luka and reader at the wnba finals after the liberty win it for the very first time

⟢ ┈ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | nothing but fluff!!! luka being a proud husband<3

You don’t hear the buzzer. Not really.

Not over the chaos, the explosion of sound from the packed Barclays Center, not over your own blood rushing in your ears, drowning out everything except the echo of the shot you just made.

A logo three. Your logo three.

Ball arcing high, perfect rotation, the kind of shot that makes the crowd inhale as one—and then the net barely ripples as it drops through. Clean. Filthy. Forever.

It takes a second for reality to catch up, for the scoreboard to register what you already know in your bones: it’s over. Liberty, WNBA Champions.

And then everything breaks.

Your teammates hit you like a tidal wave. Someone tackles you—Sabrina? Betnijah?—and you go down, the weight of a whole franchise crashing over you in screams and tears and flying water bottles. The confetti starts before you can even process it, gold and seafoam raining from the ceiling, getting caught in your lashes, in your braids, in the sweat still cooling on your skin.

Your chest is heaving, heart sprinting, and when you finally claw your way out of the dogpile, searching for the first person you need to see, he’s already there.

Luka.

Front row, arms flung so wide it’s like he’s trying to grab the whole damn moment in his hands. His mouth is open, screaming something you can’t hear but absolutely feel, something loud and ridiculous, probably in Slovenian, probably something that’ll get clipped and memed by tomorrow morning.

He’s been a problem all night. Worn your jersey like he was on the team, talked shit to the refs, nearly got ejected from his courtside seat after he and Breanna Stewart’s wife started chirping in Spanish at each other in the third.

And now, he looks—god—he looks like he just won, too.

Like you just hit that shot for him.

Like you’d do it all over again if it meant seeing him like this.

Your legs move before your mind does. You shove past the cameras, the interviewers, the mob of celebration, sprinting full-speed toward the sideline, Luka already stepping over security like they don’t even exist. He barely has time to open his arms before you’re in them, legs wrapping tight around his waist, his arms locking around you like there’s nowhere else on earth you belong.

"You saw that?" you gasp against his ear, laughing, crying, shaking.

"I saw everything."

Luka is shaking.

Not in the way you’ve seen on the court—bouncing with adrenaline after a game-winner, vibrating with the last remnants of competition. No, this is something else entirely.

His grip on you is tight, almost desperate, like he’s afraid if he lets go, you’ll disappear into the confetti storm, into the chaos of cameras and screaming fans. His chest rises and falls in uneven bursts beneath your hands, like he can’t catch his breath. Like he just ran the length of the court in your shoes.

You pull back just enough to see his face, to take in the way his eyes shine under the bright arena lights. Luka never cries. Not after wins, not after losses. He swears he did once—after the 2018 EuroLeague championship—but you’ve never seen it yourself, only heard the story in passing, a rare glimpse at the part of him that cares so much it hurts.

But right now?

Right now, there’s a dampness at the corners of his eyes, his lips parted in something between awe and disbelief, his whole body still buzzing, like he doesn’t know what to do with all the love, all the pride, all of you.

"You really did it," he breathes, voice thick, uneven.

"You doubted me?" you tease, but your own voice shakes at the edges.

His fingers curl into the fabric of your jersey, gripping at your waist like he needs to hold onto something real, something solid. "Never," he murmurs, shaking his head, pressing his forehead against yours. His skin is warm, damp from the heat of the arena, and for a second—just a second—it’s just the two of you. No cameras, no noise, no legacy-defining moment. Just Luka and you, caught in something bigger than either of you can name.

And then—before you can say anything else, before you can laugh or cry or whisper some smartass comment about how he’s gonna be even more unbearable now that you’ve got a ring—he moves.

Luka lifts you.

Easily, effortlessly, like you don’t weigh a damn thing, arms locked under your thighs as he spins you in the air, laughing through the crack in his voice. The world tilts, gold and green and electric, and you let yourself go with it, throwing your head back, hands tangling in his hair as he carries you in a wide circle, parading you like his trophy, like he just won right alongside you.

"You’re a fucking champion!" he shouts, voice breaking mid-sentence, too full of joy to care. "The best! The best!"

It’s ridiculous. It’s over-the-top.

It’s him.

And when he finally stops spinning, when he sets you down, eyes wild with something uncontainable, you barely have a second to react before he’s cupping your face and kissing you.

It’s not neat. Not soft.

It’s everything.

A crash of lips and teeth and breathless laughter, his hands shaking where they frame your face, your own fingers curled in the fabric of his t-shirt, holding him there, here. The arena is screaming, your teammates calling for you, the trophy waiting, but for this moment—this one, infinite moment—it’s just Luka and you, caught in the aftermath of something neither of you can control.

"You’re gonna be insufferable about this," you gasp when you finally pull away, forehead resting against his.

He grins, dimple deep and cocky. "Oh, you have no idea."

You roll your eyes, pressing one last kiss to the corner of his mouth before shoving at his chest. "Alright, alright—I gotta go celebrate with my actual teammates."

Luka groans, dramatic, swiping at his eyes like he wasn’t just on the verge of tears. "Fine. Go. Leave me here. Broken. Forgotten."

"Jesus Christ," you mutter, but you’re laughing as you backpedal, fingers lingering in his grip for just a second longer before you let go, let yourself be swallowed back into the mass of bodies waiting for you.

The last thing you see before you disappear into the sea of jerseys and cameras is Luka, standing courtside, watching you with that same stunned, stupidly in-love expression.

Like he already knows—win or lose, on or off the court—you and him?

You’re always playing for the same team.

ESPN | “WNBA HISTORY: NEW YORK LIBERTY CLINCH FIRST TITLE IN THRILLING FINALS WIN—L/N SEALS IT WITH LOGO THREE” Barclays erupts as Liberty star delivers championship moment—husband Luka Dončić loses his mind courtside.

Luka Dončić doesn’t stop smiling.

Not once.

Not when he takes his seat, not when the reporters fire off their first questions about his game last night, not when someone brings up his recent dust-up with the refs—nothing. He’s all grin, his dimples carved deep, eyes still carrying the afterglow of something far more important than basketball.

It doesn’t take long for someone to bite.

“Luka, your wife just made history tonight,” one reporter starts, barely getting the sentence out before Luka practically vibrates in his seat. “What was it like watching her win her first ring?”

His whole face lights up.

“Bro.” He drags a hand down his face, like he still hasn’t fully processed it. “You don’t understand. I am—” He pauses, exhales sharply, shakes his head. “I am the happiest man alive.”

A chuckle ripples through the room. Luka leans forward, elbows on the table, still grinning like he won the damn championship himself.

“I lost my mind. Gone. Brain—poof.” He makes an explosion motion with his hands. “When she hit that shot? I was gone. Finished. I mean, you saw it, right? Best shot of the whole playoffs. Best player. Best moment. Ever.”

A few reporters laugh, already knowing this press conference has completely derailed.

“People are calling you the ultimate trophy husband after your reaction,” another journalist teases.

Luka beams. “Good! Yes! That’s me! Put it on a t-shirt—I’ll wear it to every game.”

The room cracks up. Someone asks if he’d actually wear a “Trophy Husband” shirt, and without missing a beat, Luka goes, “I’ll wear it to her ring ceremony. Front row. Say I won’t.”

The internet is already eating it up. Twitter is flooded with clips of his reaction, memes of him clapping like a proud PTA mom, videos of him looking like he was about to storm the court himself.

And he did almost storm the court.

--

You’re still on the floor, still in the haze of celebration, the weight of the championship sinking in by the second. The trophy’s been passed around, champagne’s already been popped, and your voice is hoarse from screaming—but you’re still looking for him.

It doesn’t take long.

Luka’s back on the court, despite security’s best efforts to keep him at bay. He’s already in your jersey—where the hell did he even get one that fast?—the name on the back stretched tight across his shoulders.

The moment you spot him, he spots you.

“MY WIFE’S A CHAMPION!” he bellows, arms wide, grin even wider.

“Oh my god,” you groan, but you’re already laughing, already jogging toward him as he moves fast in your direction, ducking past staff and reporters.

The second you reach him, he scoops you up like you weigh nothing, spinning you in the air again because once wasn’t enough, because he needs to hold you, needs you right there in his arms.

You cling to him, laughing, hands in his hair as he presses a long, over-the-top kiss to your cheek.

“MVP!” he yells, still holding you. “BEST IN THE WORLD! BETTER THAN ME! BETTER THAN EVERYONE!”

“Luka, put me down,” you giggle, swatting at him.

“No. No, you won, I won, we’re winning everything.”

“You didn’t win anything,” you tease.

“I won you!”

You groan, half-exasperated, half-melting because god, he’s ridiculous. Perfectly, beautifully ridiculous.

By the time he finally sets you down, you barely have a second to adjust before he cups your face again, tilting your chin up so you see every ounce of joy written across his.

“I’m so proud of you,” he murmurs, voice dipping lower, steadier. No more yelling, no more antics—just him. Just you. “So, so proud.”

Your chest tightens.

He’s seen you at your lowest, held you through every late-night doubt, every failure, every moment where you didn’t think you’d get here. And now—he’s still here, still holding you, still yours.

“I love you,” you whisper.

His whole face softens.

“Love you more, champ.”

You roll your eyes, but before you can argue, your teammates call for you, dragging you back into the celebrations, into the history you just made.

Luka watches you go, hands still outstretched like he wants to pull you back in.

Like he’ll never get tired of celebrating you.

Like he already knows—he’ll be right here, courtside, for the next one.

[taurasiluv]

you're an angel and im blessed! ⸝ ⸝ ⸝ b.stewart

「pairing」 breanna stewart x reader

「summary」 the small ways stewie shows her love for you.

「cw」 n/a fluff

「notes」 cutie soft stewie for the heart. hope this can cheer up some peoples day <3

opening the front door of your apartment to see flowers and an array of gifts sitting on your kitchen counter was not the sight you were expecting when you got home tonight. confused, you approached the counter, seeing your favorite flowers sitting in a pretty vase filled with water. a small smile sat on your face when you saw the note tucked perfectly in the middle of the bouquet of flowers. you plucked it out of the flowers and read it.

to my lover,

hi baby! got you some stuff because i am so proud of you, proud of you for being you, proud of you for how strong you are, and proud of you for putting up with me for so long.

and in very breanna fashion, a shitty drawing of an emoji was drawn next to her sentence before continuing the next one. you rolled your eyes and let out a small giggle at it before continuing.

i love you so much, enjoy your gifts and text me when you read this.

love, bre.

you set the note down and moved on to the array of poorly wrapped boxes on your counter, another breanna quirk that always made you smile.

as you opened the different gifts, you fell more and more in love with breanna. she always knew how to make you smile, and always showed her love in the nicest most thoughtful ways.

she always gave you the first bites of her food, without fail every time.

"eat." she would say, pointing the fork with food on it towards your mouth.

you would always gladly take it, appreciating the small gesture. taking the food into your mouth and telling her if it was good or not, no matter what you said, she still scarfed down the entire plate. if you did say it was good, she would always give you more bites, even if you never asked.

she always gave you her jacket, even if she secretly knew that you 'forgot' your jacket on purpose, an excuse to wear hers.

"bre, im cold." you pouted, giving her the puppy dog eyes.

"i told you to bring your jacket, babe." she rolled her eyes as she shrugged her jacket off, giving it to you.

you knew she wasn't actually mad by any means, just teasing you because she did tell you to bring your jacket, every time. but that didn't stop her from giving up her jacket the second you complained.

no matter what it was or when it was, breanna always found small ways to show her love for you.

one of the many things you loved about the girl.

[mrsarnold]

hi babyyy! could you do prompt 4 with stewie?? 🥰🥰

011. walking in the winter wonderland! . ۫ ꣑ৎ .

syn : going to a christmas town with stewie

pair : stewie x fem!reader

warn : fluffy fluff

note : um idk how to write for stewie well but i tried

The smell of vanilla and cinnamon filled the air as you and Breanna stepped into the small Christmas town. It was December 11th, and the snow was gently falling, dusting the streets and the rows of twinkling lights that lined every storefront. Breanna’s eyes lit up as she looked around, her gloved hand securely in yours.

“This is amazing,” she murmured, her voice filled with wonder.

You grinned, watching her take it all in. “I told you it would be worth the drive. I mean, it’s literally called Christmas Haven. How could it not be magical?”

She gave your hand a gentle squeeze, pulling you toward a stand selling steaming cups of hot cocoa. “Hot chocolate first, then skating,” she declared, already digging into her pocket for her wallet.

“Skating?” you teased. “I didn’t know WNBA players could risk a slip-and-fall like that.”

Breanna raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a playful smirk. “Oh, I’ll be fine. You’re the one I’m worried about.”

The challenge in her tone made you laugh, and you bumped her shoulder as the two of you joined the line for cocoa.

As you sipped your drinks and wandered through the town, every moment felt like it had been pulled straight from a holiday movie. Breanna’s laugh echoed as you tried to convince her to take a picture in front of a giant inflatable Santa. She refused at first, but you managed to sneak a shot of her next to it when she wasn’t looking.

Later, at the skating rink, she proved you wrong—of course. Breanna glided effortlessly across the ice, her long limbs making it look almost too easy. You, on the other hand, clung to the railing for dear life until she skated over and offered her hands.

“Trust me,” she said softly, her breath visible in the cold air.

You hesitated but let her pull you away from the edge. Her hands were steady, her confidence contagious, and soon you were laughing as she spun you gently around the ice.

By the time you left the rink, your cheeks were sore from smiling. The evening ended with a carriage ride through the town’s illuminated streets, wrapped in a warm blanket as Breanna draped her arm around your shoulders.

“Thanks for bringing me here,” she said, her voice low and sincere. “This is… perfect.”

You leaned into her, resting your head on her shoulder. “It’s even better with you here.”

She pressed a kiss to your temple, and in that moment, with the snow falling around you and the lights glowing softly in the background, it felt like the world had paused just for the two of you.

tags : @kamii-2 2 -2 2 @thaatdigitaldiary @sierrale8ne @cherryswisherz @pboogerswbb @st4rrzynight @yannasuniverse @heart4caitlin @latenighttalkinqwp @sweetluna20 @janaelalfysblunt @cosmopretty

[cephalog0d]

A Very Distinctive Drabble - "Naughty List"

((Day 15 of @fluff-cember, my first time actually writing Leverage characters, for @2dents))

“What’s…?” Harry nodded at Parker in the corner and gestured above his own head to indicate the extremely elaborately decorated Santa hat she was wearing.

“Parker Claus is checking her list,” Breanna said by way of explanation.

“I guess we do basically have a Naughty List, don’t we?”

“Yeah, but I think Santa’s is usually like ‘little Timmy threw a baseball through the neighbor’s window’, not ‘little Timmy decided to wipe out his employees' pensions to buy a yacht’.”

“Well, we’re not exactly delivering coal, either.”

“Just sweet revenge!” Parker added from her corner.

“Don't you mean justice?"

“Right, that.”

((Crossposted to AO3))

[kbbueckers]

get 2 know me!

hi, my name is kayla! i write for women's basketball and some of my other favorite women

who i mainly write for

paige bueckers

kk arnold

azzi fudd

aubrey griffin

anyone else on uconn (except q!! iykyk)

nika muhl (i LOVE nika muhl)

diana taurasi

breanna stewart

ellie williams

billie eilish

anyone else you wanna recommend!

please dni if you're

rascist

homophobic

transphobic

sexist

abelist

a trump supporter

other things about my page

• i usually proofread my stuff, but every now and then i get lazy

• i write [person] x reader (smut, fluff)

• i occasionally write player x player (fluff only)

i might start writing by next week, or sooner!

thank you for reading! please send writing recommendations under my "ask me anything" section on my page. tips on how to improve my writing would be amazing too!

-kbbueckersꨄ 💋

[pbnbucks]

rough sex with stewie after a tough loss pls

word count : 671

warnings : cussing, filth, strap game

summary : breanna lost a game and came home only to take your ability to walk.

your eyes wondered through out the living room waiting for breanna to get home already knowing the drill on what was going to happen.

there was nothing you could say to defend the way she played tonight, to say she played terrible was a understatement. there had to be something going through her head to reason why she played the way she played.

she wasn’t herself tonight, you have never seen her play that way. her and her teammates looked like lost puppy’s tonight.

you where shut out of your thoughts by the sound of the front door opening and shutting with a hard slam signaling it was breanna.

you made your way to her pulling her into a pitiful hug placing a kiss on her upper boob. “you tried your best bre” a lie, but you wanted her to be in a somewhat better mood.

“strip.” was her final words pulling you of her slender body stepping out of the way to view your body. you hesitated before slowly taking off every piece of clothing you had on before letting it pool at your feet.

she study’s your curves before picking you up as your legs wrap around her waist until she lays you on the bed before going to your shared dresser pulling the strap out of your designated panties drawer.

“be a good girl, and maybe ill be easy on you” her stern voice sending shivers down your spine as your hips buck at her command feeling your slick drip down your folds opening your legs wide begging for her touch.

“such a pretty thing” she says sliding the strap up her legs letting it rest tightly on her cream colored hips. she runs a finger through your folds siting at your entrance before removing it to replace it with her strap.

her pace starting out strong loosing feeling between your legs. your back arching off the bed only to be pushed back down by her large scrawny hand holding you in place.

her relentless thrust slamming into your guts as swears leave your mouth when your vison becomes blurry at the sight of breanna hovering over you.

her grunts getting louder filling with anger before placing sloppy kisses along your jawline before connecting with your lips.

“bre- fuck” you cry out as her body fills with a mix of anger and lust continues as the noise of your skin hitting against each other echoes the room.

her creamy colored skin now with a red tint as her ego works herself up minute by minute as your breath hitches.

your hands fly to her back as your finger nails dig into her soft skin forming red marks down her lanky back making her whine at the action.

“be a good girl and stay still, yeah?” she coos as you hum in response following her command as her hand wraps around your familiar neck.

“letting me ruin you so easily” she moans in your ear before placing a kiss on the side of your neck before returning to her spot above you.

“need to cum bre” you moan out from the gut wrenching feeling of breanna sliding into your guts repeatedly.

“go on baby, nobody’s stopping you” your liquids coat the strap that stretched you out perfectly helping you ride out your high before gently slipping out of you.

she bring you to your knees as the silicone sits in front of your twisted face initiating her wants “lick it clean pretty, suck” she demands bringing her hand to the back of your head shoving the silicone in to fill your mouth.

the toy hits the back of your throat as the tip of your nose hits breannas lower stomach before pulling away letting you catch your breath as your tongue twirls on the tip of the toy turning breanna on.

“always such a good girl for me” she whines out bringing you back to the bed as she tasted your liquids on your lips moaning into the deep kiss.

[breannasfluff]

When he phases through the wall, Ember is waiting, kicking her boots. “Thought you weren’t gonna show up.”

He shrugs one shoulder and floats over. “Had to wait for my parents to be deep asleep. It’s harder to sneak out now.”

Ember frowns, but holds up a jar and waves it. “Look what I got, babypop. Burn cream–the good stuff.” 

It glows faintly green and Danny squints at it. “Will that work on human skin?”

“Sure, my source said it would help humans or ghosts.” She unscrews the top and waves at his shirt. “Phase it off so we can get you gelled up.”

Danny hovers a few feet away, before manifesting his legs and settling on the floor. “You have a source?”

Rolling her eyes, Ember gives an exaggerated sigh. “Are you gonna let me help or not, dipstick?”

There’s a faint current of worry in her worse, though, and her shoulders are knotted tight. Her ponytail fire snaps like flames in the wind. As much as she’s trying to play it off, she’s worried. 

Danny phases out of his shirt and steps closer. She hasn't attacked today, but he’s skittish at the thought of someone helping.

Ember dabs some goop on her fingers and nods at the back of his hand. “Let me do a little there first and you can decide if you want more.”

The offer settles him slightly, as does the fact that she waits for him to reach out to her. Her fingers are light as they dab the goop over his burn. Almost instantly, it chills the burning and starts leeching the pain out.

Danny nearly crumples at the relief and Ember grabs him, flailing as she tries to find a safe spot to touch. 

“Does it hurt?”

“The opposite. It feels amazing. Please, keep going.”

Loosening at the assurance, Ember works her way up his arm. He shudders as she gets to the worst burns on his shoulder and chest, but the cool gel eases the pain.

“What is that stuff?”

“Special burn goop, I guess.” She tsks at a blister. “I called in a favor to get it made. One-of-a-kind Phantom special, how about that?”

“But…why? Not that I don’t appreciate it,” he rushes. “But you never seemed to care about me before this. What changed?”

Read the rest here!

[legend-of-thyme]

It's Breanna's birthday today, and she's requested as much Ravioli as possible. Happy birthday @breannasfluff! I hope it's been everything you hoped for and that you enjoy this little bit of fluff. <3

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"Mr. Hero," Ravio whispers quietly, pulling Legend from sleep. "Mr. Hero, wake up. I have something to show you".

Legend grumbles and closes his eyes more tightly. His partner doesn't sound upset so maybe he can get away with pretending to sleep a while longer. He must have slept more deeply than he has in years because it feels like only moments ago he'd crawled into bed relishing the feeling of being in his own room, in his own house, with his own husband at his side.

He rolls over to bury his face in Ravio's side and wonders with a sleepy sort of distance why the normally late riser is up at all.

A thin, frigid finger pokes him insistantly in the cheek and Legend jolts the rest of the way to wakefulness with a yelp. Ravio yelps too as he overbalances and tumbles over on top of Legend. They barely miss knocking their heads together but Ravio still laughs and kisses his cheek before pulling back just far enough to grin at him through the dark.

Wait. Why is it dark?

"What time is it?" He yawns and blinks trying to clear the fog from his mind.

Ravios grin only grows as he sits back upright pulls Legend with him. "Midnight," he says, far too brightly. "Happy birthday, bun!"

"Ravio" he say slowly. "Why am I awake at midnight?"

"Well I had to make sure I was the first person to wish you happy birthday, didn't I?" Ravio asks propping his hands on his hips and feigning indignation. It fails immediately as he disolves into laughter.

Adoration sweeps over Legend like a wave so strongly it would have knocked him off his feet if he were standing. Any residual disgruntlement at being woken in the middle of the night washes away in its wake. Ravio hides his face in his hands to muffle a snort and Legend hopes he can start every birthday this way for the rest of his life.

He pulls Ravio's hands away from his face and kisses him softly. "Thank you, Ravi. What was it you wanted to show me?"

Ravio brightens at the reminder and, distressingly, pulls his hands out of Legend’s own and moves to get up.

"Where are you going? It’s cold".

"I'll be right back," he calls over his shoulder. "Don't fall asleep!"

Legend grumbles but sits up straigher inching over towards Ravio's empty spot to chase his lost warmth.

Ravio doesn't keep him waiting long. He practically skips back into the room managing to avoid every creaky floorboard despite the plates in his hands.

The smell hits him all at once, warm and nostalgic. "Is that apple crumble?"

"Yes! It’s birthday tradition after all," Ravio hands him the plates and gently nudges him back over to his own side of the bed.

"You know Wild's going to be making a real cake later, right?"

"Of course, but you heard them all planning over dinner last night. Between Fable and your brothers today's going to be packed". Ravio hums contentedly as he digs into his crumble. "I wanted to have some for just the two of us," he finishes through a large mouthful.

Legend stops spoon half way to his mouth. "Do you not want to go out today? I can tell them all to free up this afternoon. They'd understand".

He hopes they would understand. Planning his birthday had turned into a bit of an ordeal as each of his brothers wanted him to experience their own birthday traditions. Hyrule turned out to be a goddessend, gently mediating and reminding them all that Legend would be happiest if they avoided surprises and let him take an active role in organizing the day.

His heart sinks wondering why Ravio hadn't said anything earlier. "If you want we can ditch the whole thing. You know I'd be just as happy to read by the pond with you all day".

"What? No!" Ravio shakes his head furiously seeming genuinely surprised. "I know we usually do quiet celebrations, but I couldn't be happier to spend the whole day with your family". He bites his lip in a way Legend knows means he's thinking carefully about what to say next.

"Link," he meets his eyes soft and sure and sincere. "I wanted time for us and time with everyone else, not instead of time with everyone else". His smile is as sweet as apples and as warm as cinnamon. "You are so loved by so many people, my heart. Let us celebrate you the way you deserve".

[yourmommygay]

Mr and Mrs cupid 💘

(Sam is so cute in this picture also brunette Sam is just bomb omg 🥵🥵)

Pairing: Samuel golbach x Female OC, colby brock x Female OC

Warnings: swearing, teeth rotting Fluff, i think that's it.

"Babe!!" I heard sam call me from his bedroom I walked up the stairs and into his room, "Hey baby what's up?" I ask him going to sit by him at his desk. "I want to find colby a girlfriend I'm so tired of him moaning about being single" sam said running a hand through his beautiful freshly died locks.

"You want my help baby I think I know the perfect girl" I say playing with his hair now standing behind him, he turns to face me and puts his arms around my thighs still letting me play with his hair. "If you don't mind darling" he says nodding.

"I wouldn't have offed if I minded now would I sam?" I ask him. He shook his head leaning his head on my stomach pulling me closer. "Babe, you pull anymore I will fall on you" I say laughing, as a response he pulls me onto his lap.

"So who is the girl?" He asks me, I show him a picture on my phone. "She's one of new friends her name is Breanna but she likes to be called Anna, also she's a medium just like me so she will be more then happy to go ghost hunting with me, you and colby." I say putting an arm around his shoulders. "Great so I'm gonna call colby, he's at brennen's right now and ask if he's up for a blind date" sam said grabbing his phone from his desk while slipping his free hand around my back to hold my hips.

"Hey colby man, are you up for letting me and Eleanor set you up on a blind date?" Sam asked, "yeah........uh huh..........mhm........yeah, alright see you later.... bye" sam hung up and looked at me, "he's up for it, is Anna up for it?" He asks me I nodded and he put his phone back on the desk, "well we still have a few hours to ourselves so why don't we watch some movies downstairs in the theatre room?" He asks and I nodded. We went and watched movies.

*skip 5 months*

Anna and colby had really been hitting it off and me and Sam are going stronger then ever we've even been called Mr and Mrs cupid, our friends are ridiculous.

Hope you liked it a Sam smut is coming next as someone asked for one but I hope this was good.

[lu-fic-recommendation-of-the-day]

By @breannasfluff

Series Summary:

Exploring the chain with bird characteristics and wings.

Series Tags:

Angst

Hurt/Comfort

Injury

Dissociation

Wingfic

Alternate Universe--Wings

Panic

Comfort

Fluff

Platonic Cuddling

Preening

Family Bonding

Trust Issues

Happy Ending

Panic Attacks

LU Triple Threat

Anxiety

Slice of Life

Platonic Relationships

Bad Flirting

Domestic Fluff

Romance

Cuddles

Flock Behaviours

Past Torture

Family Feels

Team Bonding

Understanding

Blood and Injury

Canon-Typical Violence

Asexuality

Asexual Relationship

Asexuality Spectrum

Kissing

Flirting

Allosexual Ravio

Asexual Legend

Mild Hurt/Comfort

Support

Goats

Torture

Injury Recovery

Rescue

Developing Relationship

Wing Grooming

Massage

Relaxation

Mentioned Malon

Depression

Suicidal Thoughts

BAMF Hyrule

Lon Lon Ranch

Tooth-Rotting Fluff

Snowball Fight

Team as Family

Non-Sexual Intimacy

world building

Asexual Character

Warriors-centric

Word count: 117,493

Finished: No

[prettiestofpisces]

hello there

this is my second blog to write little fanfics & such..

i’m new to this so i’ll mostly do head cannons for now and work my way up to stories in their entirety but til then if y’all would send me ideas pretty please.. i would appreciate it

i would enjoy and prioritize writing about the following

--juju watkins

-kate martin

-breanna stewart

but all is welcome

i want to balance the more vulgar writings w fluff and more lighthearted reads bc these are real people with partners and kids of their own and i definitely think fan fiction can be taken a bit too far so please nothing too kinky or crazy…this is all just for fun :)

also feel free to vent and leave all types of stuff in my inbox whether it be edits, hot takes, etc. i just love to make friends and see what others are thinking about

one more thing pretty please leave feedback, i’d like to get better

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