#fluttery fluffy goodness

[sophiacloud28]

Omg omg omg I just saw this!! I love that you’re doing the ask game!

Can I please ask for number 6) you love me? With a future rise Donnie?

I’m going to be so chill about this. I promise…not! Xx

🫶🫂💜

Hmmmm... Let's go for main timeline, just aged up? 'Cause I can't see Donnie even looking during the Apocalypse.

One-shot, fluff, Rise Donatello

That — That...

What?

He had to have heard that wrong. He must have. There's absolutely no way.

... Is there?

He turns around to watch you talk with S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. He blinks as you laugh at whatever the drone tells you. And he frowns as he tries to get back to his work as he said he would only for the thought to keep him away from it as it pings and pongs throughout his skull.

This can't wait. He has to revise the fashion plates before they're sent in for printing. There's no time.

But...

He grabs his phone and types a message he hopes he doesn't regret later only to sigh in relief when he gets a positive answer. He then pockets it and looks at you again.

And while he doesn't like admitting it, he has to pause to swallow down his heart while watching you dance with S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. He's compelled to smile as you laugh some more and he can't but wonder...

He shakes his head. He calls your name and watches you stop along with his drone as the words slam back into the forefront of his mind. He has no idea how to approach the subject, but...

"Did you mean that?"

If he follows the cues his youngest brother has left him with...

"Mean what?"

Then he should get the answers he seeks.

"You... love me?"

However, he can only hope it's in your smile. That it's in your steps that near him. Or that it's... in the soft kiss you give him that you then use to bring your foreheads together.

"Always."

Although there's no denying your words and the way it makes the world shift, just a little.

An illusion, for sure. There's no way it would actually move and he could notice. But for the first time, with the way he can feel his heart try to beat its way out of his plastron...

"I think I love you, too."

And with the way it makes you giggle and kiss his cheek as he wraps his arms around your waist...

He wants to believe it.

taglist: @thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos, @thelaundrybitch, @luckycharms1701

[starsenha]

COME OVER? / P.S

Pairing ◊ sub!reader x softdom!Sunghoon

Genre ◊ SMUT, fluff, reader and hoon are in a situationship

Warnings ◊ SMUT (minors dni), making out, cursing, kinda jealous hoon??, fingering, rough, softdom!hoon, petnames, unprotected sex (wrap it up), bits of dry humping, mild degradation? (tell me if i missed one!)

Word count ◊ 3,4k

Summary ◊ You and Sunghoon were in a sorta situationship, you agreed at the beginning to keep it no strings attached. But one day, you came over, pretending it was to see his dog Gaeul, but you really wanted to see him.

a/n: not proofread, enjoy!

You stood outside Sunghoon’s apartment, nervously shifting from foot to foot. You'd been here a million times, but tonight felt different. Your heart raced, and you mentally cursed yourself for being so transparent. Your heart was doing that annoying fluttery thing every time you see him. It was infuriating, really.

With a deep breath, you knocked on the door. Almost immediately, it swung open, revealing Sunghoon’s smiling face. “Hey,” he greeted, his eyes twinkling mischievously. He crossed his arms over his chest, leaving you admiring his toned biceps, emphasized by his gray tank top. “Here to see Gaeul, I assume?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress a grin. “Of course, Hoon. Who else would I be here for?”

He stepped aside to let you in, shaking his head with an exaggerated sigh. “Gaeul! Your favorite human is here!” he called out.

You were barely inside when Gaeul, his fluffy white dog, bounded over to you, tail wagging furiously. You crouched down, giving her all your attention. “Hey, pretty girl! Missed you so much!” you cooed, scratching behind her ears.

Sunghoon stood above you, arms crossed, smirking. “You know, I’m starting to get jealous of my own dog.”

You straightened up, flipping your hair dramatically. “Well, maybe if you were as cute as Gaeul, you’d get the same treatment.”

“Ouch,” he said, clutching his chest. “Right in the heart.” You laughed and he guided to to his living room, his space tidy and clean, like usual. “So, how’s your day been? Or should I ask Gaeul that too?”

You plopped down on the couch, Gaeul jumping up beside you. “It’s been fine. Busy, but fine. How about you?”

He flopped down next to you, close enough that your knees touched. “Same old, same old. But I’ve been looking forward to seeing you. I mean, Gaeul has.”

You snorted. “Sure, Hoonie. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

He grinned, reaching over to tousle your hair. “You’re such a brat, you know that?”

“Yeah, but you love it,” you shot back, winking at him.

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Maybe I do.”

Your breath hitched slightly, but you quickly masked it with a laugh. “You wish.”

You were sprawled out on Sunghoon’s couch, Gaeul curled up beside you, her head resting on your lap. As you absentmindedly stroked her soft fur, you noticed Sunghoon shifting beside you, his attention clearly divided between you and the movie you decided to put on.

“Gaeulie, you’re such a good girl,” you cooed, scratching behind her ears again, you knew it was her favorite spot. “I missed you so much.”

Sunghoon huffed dramatically, throwing his arm over the back of the couch. “You know, I’m here too. Just saying.”

You glanced at him, a smirk playing on your lips. “Oh, really? I hadn’t noticed.”

He rolled his eyes, leaning closer until his shoulder brushed against yours. “Yeah, I can tell. Gaeul’s getting all the love tonight.”

“She deserves it,” you said, kissing the dog’s head. “She’s the cutest.”

He poked your side, making you squirm. “Hey, I’m cute too. At least, that’s what my mom says.”

You laughed, playfully swatting his hand away. “Your mom has to say that. It’s in the Mom Rulebook.”

Sunghoon narrowed his eyes, feigning hurt. “You wound me. Seriously, though, can I get a little attention over here?”

You continued to pet Gaeul, pretending to ponder. “Hmm, I don’t know. Gaeul’s pretty demanding.”

His pout deepened, and before you knew it, he grabbed your hand, pulling you up from the couch. “Okay, that’s it. Come with me.”

“Hey, what are you doing?” you protested, though your protests were more for show than anything.

He didn’t reply, just led you down the hallway to his bedroom. Once inside, he closed the door behind you and sat on the edge of his bed, patting his lap. “Come here.”

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “Oh, so now you want my attention?”

“Yes,” he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “And I’m not sharing it with Gaeul this time. Now, come here.”

You sighed dramatically but couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at your lips. “Fine, fine.”

You straddled his lap, your knees on either side of his hips. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer. “That’s better,” he murmured, his voice low.

Your heart raced as you leaned in, your lips inches from his. “You’re so needy, Hoon.”

“Only for you,” he whispered before closing the distance between you.

His lips met yours in a soft, lingering kiss that quickly deepened. One of his hands slid up your back, tangling in your hair, while the other stayed firmly on your waist, grounding you to him. You responded eagerly, your fingers threading through his hair as you kissed him back with equal fervor.

The kiss grew more intense, your breaths mingling as you lost yourselves in each other. Sunghoon’s tongue teased your lips before slipping inside, exploring your mouth with a familiarity that sent shivers down your spine. You could feel his smile against your lips, the playful edge never quite disappearing, even in moments like these. He pressed you harder against him, and you could feel his boner underneath you, making you squirm. 

He broke the kiss for a moment, his eyes dark with a mix of lust and determination. “You’re such a tease, you know that?” he murmured, his voice low and rough.

You smirked, running your fingers through his hair. “Only because you love it, Hoonie.”

He growled softly, a sound that sent shivers down your spine. “You’re right. I do.” His hands slid up your back, under your shirt, his touch firm and possessive. “But you need to learn when to shut that pretty little mouth of yours.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but he captured your lips again, his kiss silencing you effectively. His tongue invaded your mouth, demanding and unyielding, and you couldn’t help but let go as you melted into his arms. He knew excalty how to make you putty in his hands. 

When he pulled back, his eyes bore into yours. “That’s better,” he said, his tone low. “I like you quiet.”

You pouted playfully, but your breath hitched as his hands roamed your body, exploring every inch with a confident touch, going from your breast to your sides to the small of your back. “Hoonie,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly.

He smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. “Yes, baby?” He tilted your head back, his lips attacking your neck with a series of hot, open-mouthed kisses. You gasped, your hands clutching his shoulders as he sucked and nipped at your sensitive skin. You moaned his name slightly, and you could feel his smug smirk on your neck. 

“Good girl,” he murmured against your skin. “I love hearing you like this.”

You shivered at his words, a thrill of excitement running through you. You loved his pet names and how he made you feel cherished and desired. It was addicting. 

“You’re so needy,” he teased, his lips brushing against your ear. “You can’t get enough, can you?”

You shook your head, your breath coming in short gasps. “No, I can’t.”

He chuckled darkly, his hands sliding under your shirt and lifting it over your head. “That’s what I thought.” He tossed your shirt aside, his eyes raking over your exposed skin. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his hands exploring your curves.

You shivered under his touch, your hands moving to unbutton his shirt. “You too, Hoonie.”

He allowed you to remove his shirt, his muscles flexing under your touch. “You’re being awfully good tonight,” he noted, a teasing edge to his voice.

You smirked, leaning in to kiss his jaw, making him sigh in pleasure. “Don’t get used to it.”

He laughed, a deep, rich sound that made your heart skip a beat. “I wouldn’t dream of it, pretty.” His hands moved to your bra, deftly unclasping it and tossing it aside. You opened your mouth to retort, but his hands on your breasts silenced you, a moan escaping your lips instead. He kneaded your soft flesh, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through you.

As Sunghoon’s hands roamed your bare breasts, kneading and teasing, he shifted his grip, guiding your hips to grind against his. You could feel his hardness through his jeans, and the friction sent jolts of pleasure through your body.

“You like this, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice dripping with arrogance.

You moaned loudly in response, your hands clutching his shoulders for support. He chuckled, the sound low and smug. “That’s what I thought. Such a good girl for me.”

His hands never left your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, making you arch into his touch. Every time you moved, he applied just enough pressure to make you gasp, your hips grinding against him more desperately.

“You’re so sensitive,” he said, his eyes dark with desire and amusement. 

Your breath came in short, ragged gasps, your body completely at his mercy. “Hoon, please…”

“Please what?” he teased, his fingers tweaking your nipples just enough to make you cry out.

“Please… more,” you begged, your voice barely more than a whimper.

Sunghoon's eyes gleamed with satisfaction, and his smirk grew even more arrogant. "More, huh? You want more?"

Before you could respond, his hand slipped between your legs, deftly undoing the button and zipper of your jeans. He slid his hand inside, his fingers finding their way to your core through the thin fabric of your panties. The anticipation made you shiver.

“I know exactly what you need,” he murmured, his fingers teasing you through the damp fabric.

With one swift motion, he pushed your panties aside and slid a finger inside you. You gasped at the sudden intrusion, your body arching into his touch. He added another finger, thrusting them roughly, setting a fast pace that made you cry out.

“Fuck, Hoon,” you moaned, your hands gripping his shoulders for support.

“You like that, baby?” he asked, his voice a low growl. “You like my fingers inside you, mmh?”

“Yes fuck,” you breathed, your body trembling with pleasure. “Please don’t stop.”

He chuckled, a dark, satisfied sound that sent shivers down your spine. His fingers moved expertly, curling inside you just right, hitting that sweet spot that made you see stars. He knew your body like the back of his hand, every movement calculated to drive you wild. His thumb found your clit, rubbing it in rough, circular motions that made your moans grow louder.

“Look at you,” he said, his tone a mix of arrogance and affection. “Such a good girl, taking my fingers so well.”

You bit your lip, trying to stifle the moans that kept escaping your lips, but it was impossible. He was too good, too skilled. He knew exactly how to touch you, how to push you to the brink of ecstasy.

“Don’t hold back,” he commanded, his fingers thrusting even faster. “I want to hear you.”

You couldn’t hold back if you tried anyway. Your moans filled the room, your body trembling with the intensity of your approaching climax. “Hoonie, I’m so close,” you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“I know, baby,” he murmured, his voice soothing yet commanding. He started attacking your neck, leaving purple marks all over your neck and collarbone. “Let go for me. Cum for me.”

With a final, skillful twist of his fingers, he pushed you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, leaving you breathless and trembling in his arms. You cried out his name, your body shaking with the force of your release.

He held you through it, his fingers slowing but never stopping, prolonging your pleasure until you were a quivering mess in his lap. “That’s it,” he whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction. “Good girl.”

As you trembled in his lap, your body still reeling from the intense orgasm he had given you, Sunghoon’s eyes darkened with raw desire. He watched you with a predatory gaze, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin.

“You’re so hot when you cum,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside you.”

You shivered at his words, the anticipation making your heart race. “Hoonie…”

He silenced you with a searing kiss, his hands moving to rid himself of his jeans and boxers. You could feel his hardness pressing against you, and the thought of him inside you made your core ache with need.

“I’m going to make you feel so good,” he whispered against your lips, his voice dripping with confidence. “You’re mine.”

You nodded, your brain already turning to mush from his touch and words. With a low growl, he positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock teasing your wet folds. “Ready, baby?”

“Yes,” you breathed, your hands clutching his shoulders. “Please, Hoonie.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement. In one swift motion, he thrust into you, filling you completely. You cried out, the sensation of him stretching you overwhelming and exquisite.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he began to move. “So fucking perfect.”

Your mind went blank as he set a fast and rough pace, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body. You could barely form coherent thoughts, let alone words. All you could do was cling to him and moan his name.

“Sunghoon,” you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders. “So good… Hoonie…”

He smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. “I know, baby.”

His words only heightened your arousal, your body responding eagerly to his control. He pounded into you with a fierce intensity, each movement pushing you closer to the edge.

“You like that?” he asked, his voice a mix of cockiness and affection. “You like it when I fuck you hard, huh?”

“Yes, fuck,” you moaned, your head falling back as you surrendered to the pleasure.

“That’s my good fucking girl,” he growled, his grip on your hips tightening as he thrust even harder. “Take it all.”

You were completely at his mercy, your body a trembling, needy mess. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, but you didn’t want it to stop. You needed him, every inch of him.

“Hoonie,” you whimpered, your voice barely more than a whisper. “I’m so close.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “Cum for me, baby,” he whispered, his voice commanding and soothing all at once. “Cum all over my cock.”

His words sent you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you with a force that left you breathless. You cried out his name, your body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure washed over you.

Sunghoon groaned, the tightness of your orgasm pushing him to his own climax. With a few more powerful thrusts, he came inside you, filling you with his warmth. He held you close, his breath ragged and his grip firm, as you both rode out the aftershocks of your pleasure.

As you slowly came down from your high, you collapsed against him, your body spent and trembling. He held you gently, his hands soothing as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

As you both started to breathe normally again, Sunghoon gently lifted you off his lap and guided you to lie down beside him on his bed. He pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you, his body warm and comforting against yours. The room was quiet, save for the soft sounds of your breathing and the faint rustle of the sheets.

You nestled into his embrace, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. His hand traced lazy circles on your back, the simple touch grounding you in the afterglow of your shared intimacy. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest as he took deep breaths, his heart beating steadily against your cheek.

For a while, neither of you spoke, content to just be in each other’s presence. But then, Sunghoon shifted slightly, his fingers stilling on your back. He took a deep breath, his chest expanding under your head, and you sensed he was gearing up to say something important.

“Hey,” he began, his voice soft and hesitant. “Can… I ask you something?”

You tilted your head up to look at him, your eyes meeting his. “Of course, Hoonie. What’s on your mind?”

He hesitated, his brows furrowing slightly as he searched for the right words. “I’ve been thinking… about us.”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you kept your tone light and playful. “Oh? Is this about how I’m your favorite person to cuddle with?”

He chuckled, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Well, there’s that too.” His expression grew more serious, though, and he continued, “But no, I mean… about us being more than just… whatever we are now.” He took another deep breath, his eyes locking onto yours. “I’m not really good at this, talking about my feelings and all, but… I want to be with you. For real.”

Your playful smile softened, and you reached up to cup his cheek. “Hoonie…”

“I mean it,” he said, his voice earnest. “I want us to be a couple, not just whatever this is. I want you to be my girlfriend. I’ve wanted to tell you for a while, but… I didn’t know how.”

You could see the vulnerability in his eyes, and it made your heart swell with affection. “You’re doing just fine,” you assured him, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “But, are you sure you can handle all of this?

He looked at you, confusion flickering in his eyes. “What do you mean?”

You sighed, nestling closer to him, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your cheek. “Our lives are really busy, Hoonie. College, work, everything. The reason we kept things no-strings originally was because neither of us were ready to commit to anything serious. Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

Sunghoon’s expression softened, and he brushed a strand of hair away from your face. “I know things are crazy right now. But I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I’m ready to make time for us. I want to be with you, even if it’s not always easy.”

You looked up at him, searching his eyes for any doubt. “It’s going to be tough. We won’t always have time for each other, and it might get frustrating.”

He nodded, his eyes earnest. “I know. But I’d rather have you in my life, even if it means we’re both busy and stressed sometimes, than not have you at all. I’ve been feeling this way for a while, and I can’t keep pretending I don’t.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “You really mean that?”

“Absolutely,” he said, his voice steady and sure. “I love you, y/n. I’ve loved you for a long time, and I don’t want to hide that anymore. I’m ready to commit, to make it work, no matter what.”

Your heart swelled at his words, the sincerity in his voice touching you deeply. “I love you too, Hoonie. I just want to make sure we’re both ready for this. I don’t want either of us to feel pressured or overwhelmed.”

He leaned in, kissing you tenderly. “We’ll take it one day at a time. And if things get tough, we’ll talk about it. We’ll figure it out together.”

You nodded, feeling a sense of peace wash over you. “Okay. Let’s do this.”

He smiled, his eyes lighting up with happiness. “Really?”

“Really,” you confirmed, snuggling closer to him. “But you have to promise me something.”

“What’s that?” he asked, his arms tightening around you.

“You have to promise that we’ll still be playful and tease each other. I don’t want us to change just because we’re official now.”

He smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Deal. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You spent the next few moments in comfortable silence, simply enjoying the closeness. Sunghoon’s fingers resumed their gentle tracing on your back, and you felt a sense of contentment settle over you.

“I’m really glad you’re here,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Me too,” you replied, pressing a kiss to his chest. “You make me happy, Hoonie.”

He kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering against your hair. “And you make me happy. So, I guess we’re pretty good for each other.”

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “I guess we are.”

As you lay there in his arms, you knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, you’d face them together. And that was all that mattered.

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💭 ׄ ︵͡ obediant little thing, k. taehyun

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𝗧𝗔𝗘𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗡’𝗦 voice echoed off the walls, soft and deliciously smooth as he bore down at you, one hand beside your messy head of hair, the other holding the base of his cock, guiding it teasingly toward your pussy. Your legs spread wide just as he instructed you to, your eyes wide and mind fluttery as if you could only see stars. Everything felt floaty after almost two hours of pried orgasms from your body, all under the rouse of Taehyun needing it from you— like a drug. His drug. Each time he prompted you to orgasm with his thick, vein ridden hands, you'd obviously obey. Your cute princess parts would have no choice; you were trained too well to not do as you were told.

Now, Taehyun was determined to have that same outcome from you just coaxed by his dick. He was itching to sink into your cunt, but he could practically smell how lustful you were. Each time his pink, thick tip would poke at your swollen slit you'd whine about how badly you need it— how it was unfair.

It was unfair, Taehyun thought in agreement, yet the torturous foreplay never ended. Taehyun knew he'd eventually give you exactly what you want; he could never tease you for too long, he could never deny his princess what she desired.

Taehyun bent to your face, inches away and breathless, ears red and tongue sharp as he opened his mouth with a mean smirk, "Aw, baby, look at you... I could just slip right in, yeah? You're so fucking wet, it'd be so easy, wouldn't it?"

Your hands rested on his shoulders, eyes almost tearful as a choked out (desperate) sob consumed you, coming out in whines and coughs, "Daddy, oh, please! I need you— You're the only one w-who can make me f-feel good, ah..." you bit your lip, eyes fallen to the place where his dick slid between your folds with ease, collecting the clear arousal.

"Shh, I know, I know," Taehyun cupped your cheek, opting to rest his cock in the crook of your cunt, resting on your overstimulated, swollen clit, making your grip on him tighten, "Just a little more... be patient. You can do that can't you? You can be daddy's good girl for me, right?"

You met his eyes, chocolate irises seemingly glowing as if he was holding the galaxy in them. Thick rolls of sweat glided down his face, claiming solace at his chin until they dripped down to your tits; his soft pink, fluffy hair falling in a makeshift curtain to the sides of his face, making him seem darker than he really was. Taehyun’s pretty smile was on show, but right now it seemed so mean and taunting, so cruel on your poor body. You had bruises on your tummy and hips from his hands forcing your rutting hips down in the shape of fingerprints; soft red marks along your tits and collarbone from his lips, etching into your skin like a burning tattoo; even tainted bite marks that seemingly seared your skin in the form of canine shapes.

Your body felt so dirty and sticky, covered in cum and sweat that stuck to you. Face covered in your boyfriends own spit he'd smeared all over your face along with your peach lipgloss. He loved that flavor so much— so much so he had to see it smashed into your skin and your pretty face all ruined with sin.

You finally nodded once the stars shot past your vision, finally allowing you to speak somewhat coherently, "Yes, daddy..."

Taehyun pecked your swollen lips, "That's my good girl."

Taehyun slipped his cock up and down your soaked folds, the feeling almost dizzying. Your mind was threatening to crumble, his cock just as desperate as you were. However, he needed to savor the feeling. Make the image of you underneath him, writhing and covered in mess, a permanent memory.

You whimpered softly, allowing him to rut into the soft plush of your cunt until your mind melted into mush. Fucked dumb before he was even inside your gummy pink walls.

Before you could even say anything, he was gripped your thighs, pulling them apart with ease, eyes full of intention. You watched, eager to see the grand show he was about to give you. Taehyun’s cock looked so pretty covered in your own precum; the tip was a fiery shade of red, thick indecent globs of cum running down the shaft as he finally took it by the base, aligning your sexes.

"Such a good... girl," Taehyun moaned shakily, not realizing how badly he needed you in that moment until his tip sunk in, just sitting there, stretching you out just enough to hear your moans, "So obedient and patient... might just reward you. Might have to breed this pretty pussy, yeah, bubs?"

You were quick to nod, inhaling sharply as you tried your best to keep your eyes open. However, he never sunk in further, steady as he stood there with his cock barely inside of you. You grew frustrated, nails digging into his skin as your teeth ground together to keep your sudden wave of brattiness in check. You watched him smirk, twisting his hair out of his face as he stared down at your clenching walls.

"Tyun, please! No— no more teasing!" You begged, more sobs leaving your chest in quick breaths, a wave of tears rushing down your cheeks and into your ears, "Just— just fuck me, please, can't— I can't—!"

Taehyun pitied you, cooing as he bent forward to your lips again, close enough to feel your breath hitch.

"Okay, okay, I won't tease anymore, princess," Taehyun bent to capture your lips, but stopped halfway, mouth upturning into an attractive smirk. Just before reaching your lips, his cock filled you up in one quick thrust, already painfully wet walls stretching out in an instant. You moaned out long and loud, letting him hear the pure pleasure he was bringing you. Taehyun admired your look, eyes almost crossed and shiny with tears, lips glossed and red, "There ya go, pretty... all full now... just like you wanted, baby."

You continued to moan, clenching and on the verge of unwinding like a spool of yarn. Your back arched, his position deep and hitting your favorite places; every vein of his dick pressed into you and molding to your walls.

"Aw, what's wrong? Can you take it, Angel?" He asked so coyly, knowing you would never admit it. Your eyes shot wide and you moaned out a 'no' that sent shivers down your poor, aching body, "No? So you want me to move... you want me to fuck you dumb with my cum until you're all full and round with my baby? Want me to make you a mommy, princess? Is that it?"

He was putting words in your mouth but all of them were true. You nodded eagerly, a fat tear streaming down your face. Taehyun moaned and kissed it away, easing your pain before his hips rutted into yours. More fluttery moans, desperate and breathy as he slowly began moving.

"Say it. Say it for me, baby."

"Fuck me— fuck me till I'm all full, n-need you!"

And so Taehyun did. Making sure that in the process you felt every inch of him. Every ounce of pleasure he could offer you. Taehyun smiled, pecking over your sensitive features, collecting the tears between his lips as he gave you exactly what you wanted. Finally.

[bamboobooshark]

LOGAN HOWLETT X READER

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🧸 ⋅ ˚✮ SQUISHY (1) : 866 WRDS

( PART TWO HERE )

A/N : Rambling warning! An amazing reader recently asked if I could write a series with Steven and Jake, but I declined due to lack of skill for writing plots. “Squishy” will be an experimental, practice miniseries in which Logan is the (implied plus-sized) reader’s father figure, and care giver for when they regress. I SWEAR I will eventually write some Logan stuff that isn’t fatherly/platonic!

You wake up and are still in a pretty stressed state. Last night you argued with your best friend, and they ended up blocking you. It wasn’t like them to do that. All that time the two of you spent together, every deep conversation, every moment of vulnerability soured just because of a disagreement. You never would’ve expected it, but here you were, sulking as your mind was screaming at you.

It was hard to think. It was hard to do anything. It was just hard.

Thank god for Logan Howlett, though. He came into your room with cautious steps and a worried look. “Hey, kid. I noticed you didn’t come down for breakfast,” he said with a soft voice. His gaze lingered on the outline of you under your blanket while patiently awaiting a response. “Just let me know if you end up getting hungry. I’ll make you something, okay? In the meantime I’ll be in my room,” he told you with a tone that pleaded for a response. After standing in the awkward silence of your room, he slowly walked out.

You weren’t really hungry. You’d lost your appetite. You didn’t want to do anything. But Logan’s tone tugged at your heart and flipped a switch in your brain after you sat there for a while and processed his words. You felt your stomach get fluttery and your bottom lip pushed out in a bit of a pout. You needed to get to him as soon as possible.

As much as your body didn’t want to, your mind convinced it to drag itself out of bed and go down the hall to Logan’s room. You knocked while holding your favorite stuffed animal against your chest. You felt a bit nervous seeking out his affection and care after you completely ignored him. Realistically, you’d probably end up crying if you didn’t get what your heart ached for.

Your slightly trembling hand reached to knock on his door. “Papa? Can I come in, please? I want cuddles,” you called to him. Logan smiled to himself softly. Mostly because you finally came to talk to him, but also because he loved caring for you when you regressed. “Yeah! You can open the door, babydoll. I ain’t doing anything,” he said with an optimistic tone. You giggled softly, your hand gripping your stuffed animal a little tighter out of excitement.

You peeked into his room before fully stepping in. Logan was lying on his bed, one leg on top of the other, cigar in hand, and wearing his usual attire. His hand scratched at his fluffy jaw while leaning his head against his forearm. He smiled when you made your way into his room. “Come on, kid. I might bite, but I won’t bite you,” he joked. He put out his cigar while exhaling deeply, the smoke curling up against his face.

His old bedframe squeaked as you climbed onto his mattress. “There you go, little one,” he cooed softly. He wrapped one arm around your side while the other rested on his stomach. A soft hum came from his throat as he carefully grabbed your stomach rolls. “My squishy little doll,” he whispered to you.

He loved feeling all the soft bits of your flesh. Anytime the two of you cuddled or had “sleepovers” in the living room, he’d grab a chunk of whatever he could. Your thighs, your stomach, your waist. Anything he could.

You curled up into his side, sandwiching your stuffed animal between you and Logan. “You brought a little friend with you. They’re so cute, aren’t they,” he asks sweetly. You smile and nod against his chest.

He reaches the hand that’s on his stomach to your thigh and moves it to rest on his hips. He pats the skin softly before he gives your thigh a good squeeze like he did to your stomach. “You are just so soft and amazing, kid. You know that,” he asks before kissing your forehead. You nod in agreement once more while letting out a soft squeak from all the affection. “Squishy, squishy, squishy,” he hums softly to you.

Logan nuzzles his face against the top of your head, his beard brushing your forehead gently. He keeps his hands where they are as they still slightly grasp your body. The two of you stay lying there for a moment. You can hear his heart beating steadily accompanied by his deep breathing. Wind whistles against the glass of Logan’s window. The sheets rustle every so often when he repositions his hand or kisses your forehead again. This whole moment almost lulls you back to sleep.

Until Logan gives you a little tickle. “Papa! That’s mean,” you pout softly. He chuckles at your disruption to the silence. “I’m sorry, doll! I couldn’t resist. You expect me to not do that when I’ve got my hand right here on your stomach,” he asks playfully while getting a tighter grasp on the flesh. You squeal at the feeling, unaware that he didn’t even mean to tickle you that time. Nonetheless, he keeps a playful grin on his face. He pats your side and sighs deeply. “How about some breakfast, kid?”

[arminsumi]

Hello! My boyfriend of 8 years just broke up with me and my birthday is tomorrow I was wondering if you could possibly write a Suguru fluff. Thank you!

★ Chef student!Suguru feeding you pancakes

Geto すぐる

Note : i'm so sorry to hear that! i hope it is not too hard to cope 💗🥞 take care of yourself!

The smell of pancakes wafts up into the air.

It's funny, you're watching such a big and muscular man wearing a pink Hello Kitty apron while he flips pancakes.

And he flips these pancakes with the utmost delicateness and gentleness — as if the pancakes have feelings.

He piles up the best pancakes onto your plate and gives himself the floppier, less appetizing ones.

"Honey or syrup?" Suguru asks.

"Who would have syrup on their pancakes?" you scrunch your face up, "Pancakes are meant to be eaten with honey."

"What! No — syrup is way better!" he responds, one hand firmly gripping a pink spatula.

The spatula is not just pink. It's also too big for the pan. The pan is also tiny. But it's stick-free, and there is a joy to be had in flipping pancakes with a stick-free pan of that size with a pink spatula.

"Syrup is not better. It's too sweet." you argue.

Suguru keeps piling up the fluffiest pancakes on your plate. They're golden and puffing with steam, hot off the pan.

"Well, you're too sweet but I still love kissing your sugar lips." he flirts.

"Oh Sugu!" you roll your eyes. He's made your cheeks burn again.

He leans down for a small kiss. The smack between yours and his lips and little wetness makes him fluttery.

"You're ridiculous. And that apron is also ridiculous." you say. "What if your school saw you wearing that to the next class?"

"I think they'd appoint me as Head Chef and give me Michelin stars right away. Then I can be your Michelin-starred Suguru."

"Ah, you make it sound like your sole purpose to drag through culinary school is to be a chef boyfriend." you laugh.

He grins at you and prepares to circle honey over your pancakes. He grips the honey dipper gently, pinching it between his thumb and index fingers, and lets it slowly drip honey onto your fluffy pancakes.

"Anyways, don't you mock the Hello Kitty apron." he says with faux seriousness. "It's not a joke. It will bring me good luck."

"Sorry, Chef Geto." you play along.

He smirks and lifts the plate, forks a honey-smothered pancake piece and raises it to level with your mouth.

"Open wide, birthday girl." Suguru coos.

You open wide and Suguru feeds you a bite. Instantly, your face melts at the buttery, fluffy taste.

"Are they good?" he asks, just to lure a compliment out of you about his cooking.

"Mhm. I always love your cooking, Sugu. It tastes like a gentle man made it." you nod, happily taking the plate and stuffing another piece of pancake into your mouth.

Suguru feels a bit smug about his cooking now.

The compliments he gets from you get stored into his mind for safekeeping — he'll remember this one for years and his heart will flutter. Even when he's become a real chef at a restaurant, every compliment will never mean as much as this one you made over birthday pancakes.

He tastes his own pancakes, with the syrup on top.

Suguru hums contemplatively while chewing. You intently watch his sharp jawline as he chews. How can he make the act of eating seem so alluring?

"Tastes good — but not as good as you." he flirts.

"Stop flirting or I'll stuff your mouth with honey pancakes." you grumble cutely.

"Oh no! Honey pancakes; my worst enemy..." he murmurs and leans down to you for a soft kiss.

You taste the syrup on Suguru's lips and he tastes the honey on yours.

© arminsumi

I do not permit the copying/reposting/translation/plagiarism of my works. Do not steal what I've worked hard to create.

This is fictional work.

[katsu28]

Steve and hugging from behind would be so cute 🥺

anything for u my dear nova <33 the hugging from behind part is literally just a speck in all this fluff oopsie but pls enjoy

steve harrington x reader, 1.4k

There was something about Steve Harrington that made you unbelievably nervous. A good kind of nervous, of course—the kind that sent your stomach into a fluttery mess and made your fingertips tingle every time he touched you.

You shouldn’t be nervous around him, but you’d been together for three months and still found yourself fighting the urge to unabashedly stare at him whenever you spent time with each other. 

Another reason to be nervous—you were spending the night at his place for the very first time.

It wasn’t unusual for the two of you to spend a whole day together, but you always went home at the end of the night (much to Steve’s dismay). So a few hours ago when he casually suggested you just stay the night instead of leaving and coming back in the morning, you almost freaked out. 

Now you were here, standing in his bathroom fresh out of the shower, staring at yourself in the fogged up mirror and willing yourself to just be normal. It was Steve. There was nothing to worry about. 

Steve was sprawled out on his bed when you finally mustered up the courage to make your way to his room, tossing a raggedy baseball above his head and catching it.

Well, trying to catch it was a more apt description. His focus immediately shifted to you as you padded in, the ball bouncing off the mattress next to his head and nearly hitting him in the face in the process before rolling onto the floor. He scrambled to his feet, ball forgotten. 

“Hi.” He said softly, smiling at you with the brightness that rivaled the sun. You echoed his greeting, clutching at the towel around you. “Uh, here. This is for you.” He held out a well worn looking shirt, soft cotton brushing against your fingers as you took it gratefully. “I can—I’ll turn around while you get dressed.” 

“Thanks, Steve,” You mumbled, suddenly feeling shy. There were those damn nerves again. Steve turned around like he said he would, rocking back and forth on his heels while you pulled the shirt over your body. It smelled like laundry detergent and cologne and so very Steve you decided right then and there you were definitely keeping this shirt. “You can turn around now.” 

He whirled back around, letting himself take in the sight of you in his clothes. It was something straight out of a dream he’d had a few times. “You’re so pretty.” 

“You’re not so bad looking yourself.” 

Steve preened at the compliment, looking mighty pleased. He’d already changed while you were in the bathroom, clad in only a pair of old Hawkins High sweatpants slung low on his hips. 

His chestnut hair was free of product, fluffy and a little all over the place with a artful curl hanging over his brow. You had to fight the urge to brush it out of his eyes, though you suspected he probably wouldn’t have minded one bit if you did. 

“C’mere,” He murmured, stretching out an arm towards you. The look in his eyes held so much warmth, so fond and sickly sweet you wouldn’t be surprised if you’d ended up with a toothache come morning time. It spurred you forward, folding yourself into Steve’s embrace like it was second nature. Like it was where you belonged. His nose dipped into your hair and he inhaled, arms wrapping around you tight. 

“Did you just sniff me?”

“You smell really nice.” He defended meekly, cheeks turning an embarrassed pink. You kissed him to remedy it, smiling against his lips when he kissed you back immediately. His hand rubbed along your back whilst he maneuvered the two of you towards the bed without managing to break the kiss, but the need for air unfortunately won out. 

Steve pulled the covers over the two of you swiftly, settling close—but not too close, in case you liked to have your own space while you slept. 

You tucked yourself snug against his side instead, cheek pressed against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you again, and you were content there. The sound of his heartbeat hammered a million miles a minute in your ear, and it made you feel a little better knowing that he was just as nervous as you were. It actually eased your own nerves a tenfold. 

“Is this okay? Are you comfy?” Steve asked worriedly. It was cute how attentive he was. You wanted to tell him that being wrapped in his arms was one of the comfiest places in the world, but just opted for a nod, nuzzling a little closer to him in lieu of an answer. Steve still got the message loud and clear, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

It didn’t take long for either of you to fall asleep, you because of the steady rise and fall of Steve’s chest, and him because of the soothing warmth you radiated. He could fall asleep like this every night and still never get tired of it. 

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You were expecting Steve to be next to you when you woke up the next morning. But when you opened your eyes and rolled over to look at him, the space beside you was empty. 

He was in the kitchen when you finally found him, standing at the stove when you padded in, humming along to the song playing softly from the radio over on the other counter. His back was towards you as he poured batter into a pan on the stove. 

A sizeable stack of perfect pancakes sat on a plate beside him, with crispy edges, just the way you liked it. You wondered how he knew that, seeing as you’d never told him before. Then again, Steve always seemed to know what you liked. 

You crossed the room quiet as a mouse, sliding your arms around him once you were close enough. 

Letting out a surprised noise at the feeling of your embrace, it only took him a second to realize it was you.

“Morning, sweetheart.” He hummed, settling his free hand over your linked ones at his navel. You pressed your forehead between his shoulder blades, reveling in the warmth of his freckled skin and stayed there for a while, feeling him inhale and exhale with every breath he took. It was quite soothing. “How’d you sleep?” 

“Good. Really good.” 

“Sure sounded like it, what with the way you were snoring in my ear the whole night.” 

“I was not!” You gasped, rearing back. Steve’s body shook with laughter, and you realized he was just poking fun at you. “You’re an asshole.” 

“An asshole who’s making you breakfast right now.” He pointed out, flipping the pancake for good measure.

“True. You’ve been promoted to just a little shit then.” 

“Lucky me.” Steve snorted. “As much as I love this, you’re kinda cramping my style. I don’t wanna accidentally elbow you when I try to wow you with my triple pancake flip. Go sit at the counter and do what you do best—look pretty.” 

You obliged, but not before sighing overdramatically. “Trying to get rid of me already, Harrington?” 

“Dunno…is it working?” 

“Just for that comment, no, it isn’t working.” You huffed, propping your chin up in your hand. 

“Oh, good. Was kinda planning on keeping you around for a while.” 

“Just a while?” 

Steve shrugged without turning around. “Maybe forever.” 

You sat in silence with his words, maybe a little longer than you meant to, because Steve whirled around, brows crinkled with worry. 

“I’m sorry. Was that—that was too much, wasn’t it?” He blurted, shuffling over to where you were. “Did I just make things super weird? I didn’t mean like forever forever, I just thought it sounded smooth. Which, obviously it didn’t ‘cause—” 

Leaning over the counter, you slid your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. This one was sweet and firm and had Steve melting faster than the pad of butter he’d placed atop the pancake stack. 

You let your forehead press against his when you pulled away. “I like forever.” 

“I do too.” He grinned, nearly going cross-eyed trying to look at you up close. He dotted another kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Y’know, I’m really enjoying the whole shutting me up with kisses thing you’ve got going on lately. I think you should keep doing it.” 

“Oh, do you?” You chuckled, sitting back down in your seat. Steve came around the counter to slide onto the stool next to you, scooting your own stool close enough to his that his knees bracketed yours. Now it was his turn to bring you in for a kiss instead of an answer. 

Forever with Steve suddenly seemed like the best idea in the world, especially if it meant you’d get to have mornings like this all the time. 

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[luvyblossom]

Love Me (not) - Part 5

Hello Lovelies!

Here is the long awaited part 5. I've been MIA but school has been crazy!

I had a bit of writer's block with this part and I feel like it's not the best but I hope you like it :/. Please send me some requests so that I can work on other stuff when I do get writer's block!

Hope y'all enjoy!!!!

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Genre: Friends to lovers, college au, jealousy, SMUT, some mutual pining, fighting/angst

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Pairing: Hyunjin x y/n, Felix x y/n (AFAB)

Warnings: This work contains content that is 18+. Minors DNI. Perv Hyunjin, intercourse, oral, masturbation, somnophilia and mild noncon, dom and sub (reader), Very minor self-depreciation/ insecurities

Let me know if I missed anything

I love you.

The words echoed in your ears. Your eyes were still locked with Felix but you weren’t there, looking back at him, not really. Your heart was pounding, you had a fluttery feeling in your stomach. It wasn’t quite like butterflies but not exactly like anxiety either. Was this how it was supposed to feel?

Your focus was on the words alone, having never heard them said to you romantically before. You’d had heard tons of ‘love yous’ from family and friends, it seemed so easy to return the words then. But this, it felt different. You felt like you should be able to say the words back but they were heavy, laced with a much more complex connotation that weighed on your heart.

Unable to get the words out, you instead leaned into him and gave him a soft but deep kiss. Felix pulled away, chuckling as your lips chased his. “I think we need a shower baby.”

You calmed down once the warm water hit your skin, the heaviness of those words melting away as Felix lathered your body in shower gel. Every time he touched you he was so gentle. After getting both of you clean, he massaged soothing circles into your back. You leaned back against him, eyes feeling heavy as the lack of sleep from the previous night caught up to you.

“Tired?” He asked in his deep voice, breath brushing against your ear.

“Mhm,” you replied, “your hands feel nice.” Felix shut off the shower and wrapped you quickly in a fluffy towel before drying himself. He took your hand guiding you back to bed, holding the covers for you and climbing in after you were comfortable. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your back to his chest. You fell asleep in a matter of seconds.

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You woke up to the sun shining between the blinds. You turned to find the bed empty next to you. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you debated leaving the warmth of the bed to look for Felix. Your phone rang before you could pull yourself out of bed.

“Good morning!” Hyunjin’s cheery voice said over the phone.

“You’ve been calling me more than my mom.”

“You didn’t reply to any of my texts!” Hyunjin complained.

“I was sleeping, I’m still kind of sleeping,” you replied, not ready to be cheerful.

“Are you free tonight?” Hyunjin asked, adding bitingly, “since I have to ask for you availability.”

“I don’t have anything particular planned. Why?” You chose to ignore his snide remark.

“Let’s do a movie night. I’ll cook”

“What’s-” you were cut off by a voice at the door.

“You’re up love?” Felix smiled at you, holding 2 mugs.

“Good morning!” You smiled at him as he walked over and handed you the coffee. Sitting down next to you quietly when he noticed you were on the phone.

“What are you dooooingggg,” Hyunjin was whining over the phone as your attention had been averted.

“Felix is here. Say hi to eachother!” You put the phone on speaker.

Felix reluctantly said a hello, getting an annoyed look on his face at the fact that Hyunjin was once again calling you. Hyunjin replied with a quiet hi back.

You put the phone to your ear, “okay don’t get so chatty you two,” you said sarcastically while eyeing Felix as well. “As I was asking before, what’s the special occasion?”

“Nothing. Does it have to be a special occasion for me to want to hang out with you?” He asked sounding irritated.

“No of course not,” you heard the edge in his voice, “I was just teasing. And you know if never turn down a meal from chef Hyunjin.”

“Are you home now?”

“No I’m at Felix’s. But I’ll be back in time for movie night.”

“Why are you there so early? Why were you sleeping?” The questions were pouring from Hyunjin’s mouth without much thought put into them.

“I stayed over silly. You know I never wake up early.”

The line was silent for a bit. You almost thought he had hung up, “Hyunjin? Are you there?”

“Yeah, I’ll be at your place at 4.”

“Byeeeee!” Hyunjin cut off the call before he returned your bye.

You put down the phone and turned to your boyfriend, “thank you,” you held up your mug.

Felix gave you a smile and brought you close to kiss your forehead. You leaned against his chest and he wrapped his arm around you. “Of course love.”

The nickname brought back the previous night. ‘Love’ was no longer a pet name, it was how he felt about you. That weird feeling returned as you tried to sip your coffee- you weren’t sure if it felt good or not.

“Do you have plans with Hyunjin?” Felix tried to sound nonchalant.

You were happy for the opportunity to get your mind off those words, “yeah we’re doing a movie night. It really has been a while, I guess I didn’t think about it.”

“He’s been calling so much, I feel like he’s here.” Felix said.

You laughed off his comment, not thinking it held any malice. “What do you think you’ll do tonight?”

“Well, since my girlfriend doesn’t have time for me tonight I guess I’ll have to come up with some plans,” Felix said, letting out a dramatic sigh. “I think I’ll hang out with some friends.” He laughed, answering the question. “Now, let’s have some breakfast.”

“Oh my god!! You have a cat?” You ran toward the orange cat lounging on the kitchen counter, gently petting its head to make sure it wasn’t spooked away. “WHAT IS THIS ANGELS NAME?”

“Soonie,” Minho said turning the corner into the kitchen. He was holding a smaller tabby cat and another orange cat followed at his feet and jumped up onto the counter as well. “This is Dori, she’s the baby.” He held up the tabby, then nodding towards the other orange cat, “that’s Doongie.” This was the most Minho had spoken to you since you’d met him. He gave you a smile as he watched you gush over the cats.

“Are they yours? I love them all!” You tried to slowly pick up Doongie, scared that he might run away. He let you pick him up and you hugged him close to you as the cat nuzzled your face.

“It’s breakfast time for them,” Minho said setting up their food bowls.

“It’s breakfast time for you too,” Felix said handing you a plate.

"A man after my heart," you commented as you took your food and sat down across the counter from him.

Felix leaned over the counter so that he was eye level with you, getting closer to you in the process. "You already have mine, Love. I don't mind working for yours," his said this so earnestly, a thousand emotions playing behind his eyes. He left you speechless but with that same bubbling feeling in your chest that you had experienced the night before.

“Ew,” Minho scoffed from the corner, “get a room.” He walked out leaving you both alone. Luckily his comment had lightened the atmosphere as both of you burst into laughter.

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"What time will your movie night end?" Felix had his arms wrapped firmly around you as you both cuddled in the couch.

"It'll go late baby. Now let go, I'm already late!" You had been wrestling with Felix for a good 10 minutes trying to get up so you could head out.

Felix nuzzled into your neck placing soft kisses along your skin. "I don't want you to go love," his deep voice sent shivers through you. He was definitely making it hard for you to go.

"Baby, I promise I'll see you tomorrow." You giggled as his soft kisses tickled your neck.

"Promise to miss me?"

“Of course, I’ll miss you soooooooo much,” you spread your arms wide, showing him just how much you’d miss him before wrapping them around him and returning his kisses.

“Fine, if you must go,” Felix finally released his hold on you and you got up, gathering your things and heading towards the door.

Felix followed you, grabbing his keys until you stopped him.

"It's so nice outside, I think I'll walk," you admired the sun pouring in through his windows.

Felix slipped on his shoes, taking your hand despite your refusals. "I want to spend as much time with you as I can." His words painted a blush across your cheeks. You weren't sure if you would ever get used to his sweet words, they always made you shy and giggly.

You both walked hand in hand enjoying the pleasant weather. You tensed when your building came into view, hoping Felix would leave you at the entrance. Instead he lead you to the elevator. Hyunjin would probably already be there and boy's meetings so far had not been friendly.

You turned to Felix when you reached the door, "bye baby," you leaned in to peck his lips. He didn't leave. You opened the door and Felix followed you in.

"You're finally here!" Hyunjin shouted as he rounded the corner. You burst out laughing when you saw him. He stood in your small pink apron, sleeves rolled up, hair messily pulled back with something staining his tshirt. The same thing, maybe some sort of sauce was also smeared on the side of his face.

"How did you get so messy?" you asked between giggles. You walked up to him, swiping some of the food off his face and putting the finger in your mouth. Hyunjin was left speechless after your actions, locking eyes with yours as you brought your finger between your lips and sucked. The thoughts that ran through his mind made his mouth feel dry as he watched you suck on your finger.

"It tastes good!" you grinned at him, turning and going back to the door where Felix stood. It took Hyunjin a second to register that your 'boyfriend' was there. They locked gazes, hostility brewing between the both of them.

You walked up to Felix, giving him a kiss on the cheek you said, “thanks for dropping me off. I’ll call you later.”

You were suddenly swept up into a deep kiss with Felix. His hand wrapped behind your neck, pulling you closer. You let out an embarrassing whimper as you felt him harden against your stomach. Much too soon Felix pulled away. Giving you a small smirk and saying, "Goodbye Love," before swiftly going out the door. You stood there stunned and horny.

“Ewwww” Hyunjin snapped you from your daze. “Please don’t make me have to witness that again.”

You rolled your eyes, "go clean yourself up."

"I thought you were already doing that for me," Hyunjin grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.

You felt your cheeks turning a deep shade of scarlet. Not knowing what to say you rushed past him to assess the state of your kitchen. As aspected, Hyunjin had been cooking up a storm and the kitchen looked like it.

"How can I clean you up when I have to deal with the mess you left?" You quipped back. In the past you would have been too flustered to be able to reply to Hyunjin's comment but recently you had been able to work past your shyness. Perhaps this is what a friendship was supposed to be, not all the rush of feelings you used to feel before. Those feelings were confusing, sending butterflies throughout your body anytime he would move close. Those feelings stung, pushing daggers through you whenever he had a new girl on his arm. Those feelings had stopped... definitely.

Hyunjin skipped in as you started on the dishes. "I promise dinner is good enough to justify this mess. But let's eat now!!"

"Hyunjin I just want to finish and be done with it," You replied.

A moment of silence -

You jumped.

Hyunjin spoke softly from behind you, "Dinner will get cold and I don't want to leave you with work. I'll clean up later but now I just want to spend time with you."

You felt a shiver run through you as his breath tickled your ear.

You felt warmth spread over you as his hand wrapped around your waist and gently pulled you away from the sink and into him.

You felt the hardness of his chest against your back as you saw his hand reach out and turn off the tap.

You felt your thumping heart as his hand left your waist and his arms engulfed you completely. He dried your hands with a kitchen towel.

You felt cold as he pulled away from behind you.

"Come on, I already set plates for us!"

You felt yourself begin to breathe again as you followed his figure into your living room.

He had decorated your coffee table with pretty purple candles, filling the room with the scent of lilac. Cushions and blankets were set up on the floor in front of the couch and 2 plates next to a dish full of your favourite mac and cheese were waiting for you. A vase of pink roses rested in the centre of the table.

Hyunjin sat down, settling into the cushions and patting the spot next to him gesturing for you to join him. You sat stiffly next to him, trying to take in your surroundings.

You looked at Hyunjin. The room was dimly lit by a lamp in the side of the room and the soft glow of the candles. He was busy plating the mac and cheese for the both of you. His hair fell forward, covering part of his pretty face but you resisted the urge to reach out and fix it.

He met your eyes and smiled, pulling a smile from you as well. The soft light in the room highlighted the shadows of his face making his smile all the more striking.

"What is it?" Hyunjin's voice pierced through your haze of feelings.

"I-," you paused to breath, remembering that it was something you needed to do. "I'm just surprised," You looked away.

Hyunjin's fingers grazed your chin, turning you to face him once again. "If you look at me like that I'm gonna make sure to surprise you more often."

His words hung in the air. He let go of your chin, both of you looking at your plates, hiding blushes from one another. You distracted yourself from the fluttering in your stomach by turning on the TV and flipping through shows to watch. Arguments over how you could not possibly watch the princess diaries again quickly filled the air that had hung between you both.

Dinner finished and now settled cuddled against Hyunjin your mind drifted to the words Felix had said to you the night before. It must have been a in the rush of the moment because it was too soon. And you didn't know what the feeling in the pit of your stomach was that bubbled uncomfortably everytime you thought of those three words. Was it nerves?

"What ya thinking about?" Hyunjin pulled you from your thoughts.

"It's nothing," you didn't need get Hyunjin grumpy over your boyfriend once again.

"Now my bestfriend won't even share stuff with me anymore. Have I really been replaced so quickly," Hyunjin dramatically sighed, draping himself over you while pouting.

"Ahhh you're too heavy." You attempted to push him off with no success, instead Hyunjin wrapped his arms around you making sure you couldn't move away from him.

He locked eyes with you now, "Seriously y/n. What is it? You've been way too quiet and I'm missing getting tired of you talking during movies."

You broke eye contact quickly, taking a deep breath, "Felix just said something to me and it's just been on my mind."

Hyunjin scowled, "what did he say?"

You hesitated once again, causing Hyunjin to force your face towards him, "Y/n, what did he say?" He said it more sternly this time, anger building behind his chocolate eyes getting ready for a fight if that guy had said anything to hurt you.

"He told me he loves me."

Hyunjin dropped his hand from your face, staring at you open mouthed in shock. A million emotions ran through him, above all was anger. He stared. Opened his mouth as if to say something and then closed it again. His brows furrowed and you sat in silence, waiting for him to react.

Finally Hyunjin asked, "did you say it back?" Hyunjins heart was pounding, blocking out all sound to the point that he had to try to read your lips to hear your answer.

"No."

Hyunjin let the breath he had been holding out. His heart calmed down and he felt almost at ease once again. You hadn't said it back. You didn't love him. And that was good.

"But you're still with him?" Hyunjin asked this time, trying to understand why you were sticking around with this guy. A guy who loved you, who you didn't love back. For some reason that brought him so much joy.

"Yes I'm still with him!" You looked at Hyunjin incredulously.

"But you don't love him."

"I didn't say that!"

Once again his pulse picked up. "You do love him?"

"I don't know!" You practically shouted, burying your face in your hands, overwhelmed with feelings you couldn't identify. You began to sob, feeling far too overwhelmed to do anything else.

You felt Hyunjin's hands wrap around yours and bring them away from your face. He leaned down so he could looked at your tear stricken face and gently wipe away the tears that were falling. He pulled you into his chest, letting you take your time to gather your thoughts and stop your sobs. No matter how much he pushed you, he always knew what you needed at the end of the day. There would be no more questions from him unless you were ready to share.

You pulled away from him, "I didn't say I love you back but I still like him and I'm not sure how I feel and I think it's so soon. Honestly he probably just said it in the heat of the moment so I'm just overthinking it but I don't know. Should I have said it back? I don't know."

Hyunjin didn't want to think too hard about whatever moment you had shared with Felix. And he didn't want you to want to tell Felix that you loved him. But he was a sucker for your tears and they had wiped away his anger. "It's okay." He soothed, "you don't have to say anything if you're not ready. And did he pressure you?"

"No he didn't even mention it. I should have just said it back."

"Do you love him?" Hyunjin could feel himself shake as he asked the question.

"Ugh," you buried yourself into Hyunjin this time, his arms happily wrapping around you, "I don't know. When he said it I just kind of didn't know what to feel and then since I've just got this weird feeling."

Hyunjin just held you tight, not knowing what to say. All those feelings you described were rushing through him. He felt sick as he heard you ponder whether you were in love with your boyfriend or not. He just wanted to hear a solid no from you. Any other guy would be fine, well not any other guy. A guy who was deserving of your time and he was convinced that Felix was definitely not that.

Hyunjin knew it was best to probably say nothing but the devil on his shoulder won, " You don't need to worry. You're right he said it really early. "

You looked up at him, ready to listen , so Hyunjin continued, "Are you sure about him Y/n. He does have a reputation and maybe he just said it cause he wants to sleep with you."

You let out a chuckle, "I love that you worry about me Hyunnie. But I don't think he said it because of that."

" No you don't know what guys are like!" He persisted.

"What I'm saying is that it was kind of past the point for that to be his reasoning," you giggled as you saw the wheels turn in Hyunjin's head. He turned as red as a tomato. Give it up to Hyunjin to be a playboy and still get embarrassed talking about sex.

Hyunjin was red, but not out of embarrassment. You fucked him? He wanted to ask more, but he also didn't want to know. What. The. Fuck. Hyunjin was steaming. That man was not good enough to be around you, let alone put his hands over you. Hyunjin retreated into himself as these thoughts bounced around his head.

That night Hyunjin slept turned away from you. Except he didn't sleep. He was so preoccupied with your words and the idea of Felix touching you. It made him angry, and sad, and honestly you weren't supposed to be letting men touch you like that. Hyunjin grumbled to himself, tossing and turning and wanting to cuddle up to you. But he kept his distance now because being close to you just made him think of someone else being that near you, and that made him sick to the core.

Hyunjin did eventually fall asleep, and he awoke to find the bed empty next to him. He got out of bed, still half asleep, rubbing his eyes as he whined out your name. He regretted not holding you last night and he was ready to take a nap on you.

As he enters the brightly lit living room all he hears is a deep voice growl out, "Seriously?"

Next thing he knows, Felix is standing in front of him and then pain shoots up his right jaw.

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This is an original work. I do not permit the republishing of this work in any form including translations.

© LuvyBlossom

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[natt-writes]

Romance prompts

Here are some cute fluffy things that you can use in your books/fics. I literally love writing fluff smmmm!

Character A, half asleep, being carried into their house by character B. They are laid down in their bed and tucked in. B peppers their face with a few fluttery kisses just for good measure. A yawns and curls up under the thick layer of blankets. Just as B is about to leave A grabs their hand and pulls them back over to the bed. “Can you stay?” They ask softy. B sits on the bed and runs a comforting hand through A’s hair. “Of course,” they reply as their partners eyes start to close.

Character B is sick with the flu. They haven’t showered in days and their skin is sticky from sweat. Person A has been taking care of them, bringing them food, wiping their forehead, taking their temperature, even helping them to walk to the bathroom. Person B is I awe of how kind A is Being. No one has ever treated them like this before. A comes into the room with a bowl of soup. “It’s chicken noodle, your favourite.” They say as they gently pass the bowl to B. B starts to cry a bit and A starts freaking out thinking they did something wrong. B quickly assures them they are not upset, in fact they are happy. Happy that their partner loves them so much.

A and B are on a date, while they are out A gets a call. Their hands start shaking a bit as they read who the caller is yet they answer anyway. The next few minutes are filled with A franticly apologizing as they get screamed at through a phone. B mouths “who is it?” A mouthes back “it’s my mother/father.” B lets out an angry sigh and grabs the phone from A’s hands. They tell A’s parent that A is amazing and sweet and smart and that they have no right talking to them like that. Then they hang up. A stares at B in shock for a moment before hugging B tightly and thanking them for telling their parent off.

[venusjaynie]

lil dad!billy drabble

billy hargrove x pregnant!fem!reader

warnings: mentions of: pregnancy, labour, babies etc. 99.9% fluffy fluff!

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"Honey? I'm home!" Billy grins to himself at his cheesy opener as he walks through the front door. He expects to hear your laugh in response, but he isn't greeted with such a reaction. Confused, he calls your name a few times, and then he calls for the twins, but is again met with silence.

Billy walks through the downstairs of your house, and then he does a quick check upstairs. No sign of you, Amber or Cassidy. However, when he looks through your bedroom window, overlooking the garden, he sees you watching your daughters as they run around the garden.

Billy makes his way downstairs, stopping in the kitchen to grab a can of lemonade for himself, a bottle of water for you and a capri-sun for each of the girls, and then heading outside. He hears the girls before he actually sees them.

"Daddy!" It's Cass that greets him first, as she runs up to him and he has just enough time to set the drinks down on the grass before gathering her in his arms.

"Hey, Cassy girl. You okay?" He presses his lips to her temple and she wraps her little arms around his neck, squeezing tight and burying her head into his shoulder. Billy feels a little tug on his jacket sleeve, and he looks down to see Amber standing at his feet. He bends down so he's eye-level with her, and Cass stands beside him.

"Hi, baby." He says softly.

"Hi daddy." Amber, the shy little thing, raises her arms slightly to indicate that she wants picked up, and Billy, of course, complies. He lifts her so gently as you walk over to greet him.

"Hey, Billy."

"Hi, sweetheart, how was your day?" You pick up Cassy as you walk to Billy, and you plant a soft kiss on his lips when you reach him.

"Good. How was yours?"

"Good, but I missed my girls." You smile up at him, and he kisses you again until he's interrupted by Amber.

"Daddy, I drew you a picture today." Billy lets out an exaggerated gasp, and tells Amber he can't wait to see it and that she should go inside and show him there. Both her and Cassy run into the house to get their drawings from earlier on and Billy turns back to face you. He kneels down so he's eye-level with your belly, and he puts his hand on your small bump.

"Hi, bug." He kisses your stomach, and you think he can probably feel the butterflies fluttery around in there as he does so. "So, any ideas for a name yet?" You laugh.

"Billy, the baby's only 14 weeks, we have plenty of time. Besides, we don't even know if we're having a girl or a boy." He rolls his eyes playfully.

"Alright, alright. I've been brainstorming all day though."

"Oh, really? And what are your ideas so far."

"For a boy, how about Evan?" You tilt your head while you think.

"It's nice, but he doesn't feel like an Evan ." You reply nonchalantly, but quickly realise your mistake. "I mean, he or she." Billy stares at you, and you swear you see his eyes glistening.

"Are you serious? Are we having a boy?" You nod at him with a sheepish smile. He laughs breathlessly and wraps his arms around your waits, making sure to not squeeze too hard on your bump. "Holy shit, I'm having a boy."

"Yeah, baby, we're having a boy." He kisses you, hard, and you can't help but smile. "Hey, c'mon, let's go check out these pictures."

He follows you inside, and you find your girls on the sofa surrounded by colourful pages filled with stickers and glitter.

"Daddy, look! It's me and you and mommy and amber!" Cass runs up to the two of you with a page in hand, and points out all the members of your little family to both you and Billy, and you can't help but notice Billy's fond smile as he listens to her intently. Amber is a little more shy when showing her creations, but Billy listens all the same when she quietly explains her drawings, and he declares that both his babies artwork deserve a spot right in the middle of the fridge.

After pinning them up, the girls run off toward their playroom and Billy walks over to you, a cheeky grin playing at the lips.

"I can't believe we're having a boy."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you before."

"Sweetheart, don't apologise. We're havin' a boy, I'm gonna have a fuckin' son."

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this is so short and rushed im sorry 😭

but anyways dad!billy 🫶🫶

[grapejuicestyless]

Endless Empathy(People Pleaser pt.2)

Harry Styles x fem!reader

Summery: A continuation of the People pleaser short writing that is both linked in my master list on my page and on the top of this part!!! This Can be Read separately!

Angst to fluffy(kinda!)

Read part 1 here!

If you asked Y/n Y/l/n what her favorite feeling in the world was, it wouldn’t even be a second thought as to what her answer would be. It was so obvious to everyone who was lucky enough to be consistently surrounded by her energy. Y/n loved love.

It wasn’t necessarily the feeling of being loved. The girl, as much as she had drifted off into daydreams, fantasizing about her silky white wedding dress and her ideal bridesmaids, her desire for the feeling of love cut much deeper.

It was the knowing feeling that she could give back to someone who needed it. The fuzziness she gained every time she could provide a sense of reliability to someone close to her. The idea she was able to earn their trust because they were just that close made her feel less alone on the nights she spent across the world from her home.

Y/n loved that feeling. The way it would spread from her chest and expand into the pit of her stomach, making it all fluttery and warm. So much so, she found herself altering herself to fit the impossible standards she held herself to.

She found herself doing things she really had no desire to, her passive aggressiveness only grumbling through her lips when she was sure enough she was alone, out of ear shot. Quickly, her lack of want would be overtaken by that euphoria she felt again, the intense sense of happiness making up for her discomfort she subjected herself to.

From afar, it looked like an addiction. The girl constantly itching to do good, to be better. To be the best version of herself in order to lift those up around her, to make everyone proud of her. She wanted people to not feel ashamed when her name came up in conversation. An addiction so bad, the girls need for approval and longing to please everyone at once, her body often moved before her mouth could catch up. Her mind could be screaming no, but she would already have said yes.

It’s not like it had a cure. How can you cure a pathological people pleaser? You can dote on them and smother them as much as you want. Do anything they need, go out of your way to make their life easier, but ultimately your effort will only make it worse. Devoting your time to someone who doesn’t want it in that way. They begin to feel like a chore, an inconvenience that they need to make up for. And the cycle begins again.

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A burden is often what I felt like these days. Feet swung over the arm of the couch, head pressed back on the cushion that was Harry’s lap. His hands brushed between my hair, which had been stuck on my forehead in an intense sweat that I had broken into while rehearsing for our upcoming show in Cardiff.

We’d only reached As It Was by the time Harry decided it was time for us to conclude our soundcheck.

It was confusing, the way he said it. Almost like it was directed towards me. He sounded like he had been worried, eyes focused in on mine carefully.

Maybe it was because of the scene I’d caused just the show prior or the fact I was sure I was probably shining under the stage lights in my pooling sweat that caused an uneasiness to rise in Harry’s mind.

“Y/n? You ready to call it?” I blinked rapidly, opening my mouth, I was a fish out of water. Sentences became impossible to correctly piece together as an extra layer of heat covers my face. A blanket of blush covering my already irritated face, I felt embarrassed.

Why would he stop such a crucial part of each show for me? What if something had happened during our closing songs tonight? The unsettling lump in my throat expanded into what felt like vomit rising, even with my throat completely dry. The idea that something could be jeopardized, ruining the great experience that is Love On Tour, could all be caused by my inability to keep pushing for just a few more songs made me sick.

Yet, the look Harry gave me as his hands slipped around my waist, lips caught in a worried line sent an all familiar struggle in my bones.

I wanted to make it right, make sure everything was double checked. There would be no issues and everyone could have their two hours of love promised by Harry and the love band, but I also longed to make sure Harry was content, constantly unbothered. If I continued to push the bile down hard enough, I could focus on doing what’s best for one person, forget about everyone else involved.

So it became a blurry mess, between the moment Harry called soundcheck quits to where we found ourselves now. Cuddled up in the relief that was well filtered air conditioner. Harry’s hands tangling and detangling between my hair, pulling lightly on my scalp to relieve any possible pressure, his eyes fixated on the TV which played some ninety’s sitcom with a beautiful group of friends that the public was made to believe were considered average.

While he seemed content in the position he was in, in the moment, I couldn’t put my mind to ease, the anxiety that I could do exactly what I feared most poisoning any sense of relaxation I had previously.

How do you make everyone happy at once when nobody seems to be on the same page? How can you spread love evenly when you’ve already spread yourself so thin? My face was greyed, mind plagued by my deepest fears. My harshest wounds.

Realistically, Harry’s final decision had benefitted the entire crew greatly. Everyone tired and worn from the continuous heat wave that was a blanket over the earth at the moment. But the way it was phrased, the way I was shot sympathetic smiles made me uneasy. As if their benefit was more of a loss and a waste of time.

Looking up at Harry, I studied his face carefully. He seemed at ease. Unbothered by it all. His eyes trained on the screen, a soft laugh escaping his throat. Completely relaxed. Like he didn’t realize I was just barely a foot below his eye level, eyes watering as I slowly died. I promised him to stop being such a push over, such a people pleaser, but you can’t cure a sickness that’s not truly an illness.

How can you love someone you don’t know is sick?

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I wish I could say I stuck to my word. Continued to be the person I vowed to become after my incident weeks ago. Stopped being a push over, stopped forgetting about myself. Stopped putting on other peoples shoes before my own. But I’m not a liar.

The air was thick, the humidity unforgiving and unrelenting all morning. Everything felt off from the minute my foot left the hotel room booked for the crew. Yet, I took no time to dwell on my own feelings, pushing back the unsettling pit in my stomach and focusing on the day ahead.

Elin sent a quick text to our band group chat. An old one we’d made without Harry to surprise him for his birthday. It was short and simple. The flags were there, ruby red and waving in the wind. The fact that the request was hidden from the one person who pushed back for me. The only person who could say, “no” for me without anyone protesting.

She wrote, “Hey, y/n/n! I’m running a bit late. Would you mind picking up some coffee and treats for everyone? I’ll send the address for the shop!” It was less of question, I realized, reading it back. More of a request or even a demand. Still, it was short and a simple task. Nothing unmanageable.

She sent the location, and only then did I fully recognize my regret. The shop was almost thirty minutes away from the arena, without traffic. Considering morning rush hour was in place, I could count on being late.

But I had agreed. The guilt of being late ate at me, but even the thought of letting everyone down was nauseating. Making my head spin and eyes water at even the slightest vision of their frowning faces and furrowed brows.

So, I got in my car, ignoring every text as I broke every law of the road to reach the coffee shop as quickly as possible. Eyes squinting at the morning sun and arms sticky from condensation.

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When I arrived to the arena, it was bustling. The stage crew rushing around to find parts of equipment needed for the upcoming soundcheck, managing security debriefing down the hall for barricade procedures. The heat almost unbearable in each hallway.

It all led to the one room that everyone gathered in. A larger dressing room that was more of a living room. Colder than most of the building and more decorated too.

Laughter filtered through the cracked double doors, cold hair slipping through like a small taste of what heaven felt like in that moment. You could see everyone standing in a circle, cups of water held loosely in each one’s hand as they joked around as a tight knit group of friends would.

They must of smelled the goods, it must have wafted because without even a noise being made, Nyoh, Pauli and Mitch were looking straight at me. Smiles painted on their faces wide and welcoming, reflecting their actions as I was swarmed by every single band member at once. Hands grabbing at the donut box and tray of coffee all but ripped out of the palm of my unsteady hand.

Their gratefulness was overwhelming at first. Supplying me with that addictive euphoria I longed for with each task I put myself through. They hustled around to take a peak at what I had bought. Ready to stuff their faces with a little of each as I settled in for the day.

Silence fell over the room suddenly, a deep breath being inhaled only to be held. Almost as if someone was trying to find something to say, but had come short. Unable to figure out the right articulation of their statement.

“What, is something wrong?” I smiled sweetly, walking over to the table. Sarah shrugged, turning to me with a sweet smile, hand on my shoulder almost like it was a support for what was about to be said.

“Oh, nothing. We just don’t really like these flavors.” Nyoh shared bravely, smiling halfway, still focused on the opened and not crinkled donut box.

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry guys, I wasn’t told if you guys wanted anything specific. I can run back and get some more?” Somehow, even in my greatest efforts, I still came short. Guilt eating at me that I had probably ruined their morning. Delaying their breakfast because I had to be a screw up. It made me sicker than the pit in my stomach this morning had made me.

“No, no. It’s okay. I’ll just order some online. It’ll be here quick.” My face looked just as blank as my mind was.

In that moment, I lacked all ability to respond. Thoughts running wild, much to fast to say anything except a pathetic squeak.

“Oh.” Is what I said. If I wasn’t such a coward, such a push over, a walking talking door mat, I would’ve yelled. Ripped the hair from my scalp.

“Why did you make me drive all the way there this morning if you could just order it? What about the money I spent? Are you going to pay me back or is this just another involuntary favor I’ve gone out of my way to complete?” If I was Harry, which I’m not, I would’ve said that. I would’ve yelled and cried and defended my name with all my willpower. Not letting anyone interrupt. I’d have some self respect but that wasn’t me.

I am Y/n Y/l/n. The girl who sits in the back of the stage, doing so much for so little. The girl who gives up everything for everyone because she can’t control it. Because she’s sick in the head.

So I said, “Oh.” Like an idiot. My throat dry and my eyes watery. I nodded, firm and short. Ready to make my exit.

Everyone turned back to their circle, laughing again as the order was placed. In a room full of my brothers and sisters I couldn’t help but feel out of place. Unappreciated. Suddenly, it was like my endless empathy and compassion wasn’t enough for them. It wasn’t good enough. And if that wasn’t good enough, I wasn’t good enough.

And as I disappeared behind the double doors, not a soul called back for me. A ghost to everyone. Unappreciated and unaware of the intense heartbreak I was facing.

In this moment, I believe it’s where it got bad. Worse than ever before. My brain no longer silently resisting as my entire being longed for that nod of approval and the appreciative conversations that came after it.

It continued, like this, all day. My feet padding against the pavement and onto the tiles of the hallways. Sweat sticking to my forehead and dripping down my neck. It looked in my shirt.

All day I’d been running around helping. The itch to be better, to do better overwhelming. If it was fetching a water bottle for the sound guys or searching up and down religiously for a missing headset for the lighting crew, I was first on the scene to assist in every way possible.

Each nod and smile sent my way fueling my addiction. Each action I pursued further breaking my promise to Harry more and more. I felt myself slipping away.

I just wanted to be good. Longed for it every waking minute. Like if I kept pushing, kept reaching that desired feeling, achieving each goal to make another persons life easier, I lost more and more of myself. Stress building like a ton of bricks throw on my shoulders. The weight unbearable. Heavier and heavier each minute.

Harry had finally shown up, ready to begin soundcheck. His in ears hung around his neck carelessly. White shirt stuck to his body in sweat. The words crinkled to a point where they were unrecognizable. His shorts were short and shoes light on the floor. He looked satisfied, light and well rested. The opposite of everything I felt.

“Hey, angel!” He called enthusiastically.

For the first time that day, my cheeks lifted from a genuine smile. Not one caused by a success in helping another person, or a result of devoting all my time and energy to another. But because someone who never asked anything of me and still held as much if not more appreciation for me had welcomed me into his arms without any requests.

I let myself melt into his touch, eyebrows relaxing and heartbeat slowing for the first time all day. His lips rested flat against the top of my head, arms held tight around mine, chest pressed against mine. We were a sweaty tangled mess but I couldn’t have been happier.

“Ready to do some test runs?” He questioned, moving back to brush away beads of sweat that had collected on my rosy face. I nodded eagerly, though inside I felt weary and panicked at the idea of having yet another long task to do.

Another swift peck was delivered to my forehead, Harry’s hold retreating from my body. He led the way to the stage before stopping.

“Shit, I forgot the waters. Y/n, would you mind grabbing them? I left them by the water fountain.” I nodded, blinking harshly. My feet pivoting away from him, shoulders hunched and muscles tensed.

My feet moved quick, running down the halls to find the pack of water bottles Harry had instructed me to grab.

The plastic was soon in my line of vision. Full and cool to the touch. They were heavy. Nothing I couldn’t carry normally, but the unforgiving tension within my muscles made it hard to move. Multiple times I stopped to set it down, breath jagged and heavy. Hands slipping away from the plastic cover as my palms were lathered in sweat and leaking water from inside the package.

And suddenly, the hallways that was once so short became longer and longer. A never ending straightaway that only felt hotter and hotter with each step. My mind weighed me down. Pulling me into a spiral of negative thoughts and emotions. I began to believe I couldn’t do it. No, I knew I couldn’t do it.

No matter how much I wished, longed to do the only thing Harry, my best friend, my lover, had ever asked of me, I couldn’t physically continue. The bricks building finally reaching the maximum and breaking the camels back. This final request dealing my final blow. And each thought, each straining muscle crashing underneath it.

The crash was loud, when I went down. Knees hitting the floor, the sound of bones hitting concrete muffled by the squeak of water exploding throughout the thin passageway. The plastic breaking and the singular packages of the liquid bouncing around. Running off and away.

Only then did the panic reach an all time high. As if the severity of it couldn’t get worse. It did. My hands reaching out to grasp at any stray bottles. Holding them close to my chest. Keeping the few I could reach close to my body. I shook, unable to breathe suddenly.

Maybe it was the humidity, or the heat. Maybe it was another heat stroke. But no, to anyone passing by, or anyone who could have seen it from an outside perspective, it was clear that this was not the weather. This was deeper than that. This was pure panic. Something I’d buried for years all surfacing at once like a tsunami of pain washing over my lungs and drowning me in it.

A sob racked through my body, the cry escaping my clenched jaw with such force, my throat burned after. The rising nausea Id felt all morning turning out to only be a lump of anxiety that had grown ten times its size and finally escaped its cage.

Everything hurt, in that moment. My lungs on fire and my eyes crying themselves a river. The tips of my finger scratched at my throat. The only breaths that manages to get in and out being the gasps for air between each sob. I tried to grab my throat, grab my chest. Anything to make it easier to breathe. Yet, my hands were locked around the water like a vise. I couldn’t pry myself away from it if I had tried.

My head pounded, my body growing weaker, aching into less of a dull pain and more of a searing sensation pricking across my skin like pins and needles.

My ears were ringing, downing out everything other than the heaviness of my breathing and volume of my cries. So much so, I hadn’t heard the heavy footsteps rushing in my direction. I hadn’t seen Harry in a full sprint rushing to my aid.

No, in my full blown panic attack, I hadn’t even been able to process he was there with me until his fingers curled around my shoulders and his green eyes looked into mine.

I watched his mouth move rapidly, but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. Still unable to hear, eyes moving too fast to read his lips.

“H-Harry I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe.” I all but yelled. My breathing loud, sounding of a wheeze.

Even in my state, the dining intense and my body still burning, I understood he was doing his best to calm me. Familiar with the feelings that had overtaken my body.

In the mess, he has somehow managed to rip the water from my grasp. My hands flying to his shoulders, head buried between his shoulder and neck. His shirt wet with my tears.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” The words came out like a prayer.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

I didn’t know why I was sorry. Maybe for not doing my job I promised him. Maybe for adding stress to his already full plate. Maybe it was me convincing myself I was only becoming more of an inconvenience to him. Either way, I felt him shake his head.

“Don’t say that. No, stop apologizing. Fuck, stop it.” He begged gently, hands rubbing along my spine in an attempt to soothe me.

In some ways, it worked. The ringing fading into the background and my lungs becoming a little less tender. But the burning was still there and breathing was still a struggle.

I shook my head against his skin, eyes shut in embarrassment.

“I’ll pick it all up. I’ll clean everything that spilled. I’ll-I can fix this.” I pleaded, more for myself than for him. He held me tighter.

“No. No you won’t. It’s not your problem. Y/n, stop. Stop. Please, listen to me.” He sounded more stern than calm now. A different approach being taken to get me to snap out of it.

“Y/n you did everything you could and that was more than enough. You are more than enough. Please, believe me. Please, try to understand my perspective.” By now, my eyes were dry, all my tears used up. My breathing heavy but manageable. The gasps fading into soft hitches of breath from my intense sobbing.

“You promised me, you promised that you would stop doing this. Stop overworking yourself for the benefit of others. And I believed you, but I shouldn’t have. I shouldn’t have because I know you. I know you better than anyone here, so I know you’ll never change.” I looked at him through my eyelashes, slouching further into myself, I sat away from him. Head pulling itself off of his shoulder to face him.

“I’m so-“ He cut me off, not wanting to hear another apology slip past my lips.

“I wish. I wish you could see what I see. How everyone else sees you. How you’re more than enough even without all these extravagant attempts to ease our stress. Y/n, you do so much more for us in one week than we could ever hope to do in one year. You put yourself last in every single situation. You’re selfless and the most empathetic person I have ever had the privilege to know. You’re brave, a-and passionate about everyone. How can you not see that? That this enough? You just being here is enough?” It was like the roles were swapped. My eyes drying while Harry’s filled with tears. Filled to the brim along his waterline. He blinked them away, my thumb quick to find the few that fell past his eyelashes and wipe it from his skin.

“I wish I could promise you that I’ll change, Harry. I wish I could tell you I’ll never do this again, but if I’m completely honest, just for a second, I can’t do that. It’s like, my brain is wired specifically to aid to everyone else’s issues. I can’t rest until I’ve done everything I can, Harry. I just can’t. And my chest hurts. It physically hurts me not being able to make everyone happy. I just feel like I’m always doing something wrong. Like I’m disappointing everyone.” I ripped myself open completely with my confession, showing a vulnerability I hadn’t even had the courage to admit six inches away from a mirror.

“I don’t expect you to change, love. I just hope that one day, you’ll be able to see what we all see. What we all recognize everyday. That you’ll figure it out.” His hands held mine. His steady hands drilling my shaky ones.

My eyebrows furrowed into a sad expression, but it was a good sad. One that needed to be expressed.

“I love you.” It was quiet, barely a whimper. My throat dry and eyes puffy. He smiled, sighing softly. Not out of irritation, but admiration. A soft smile playing on his face.

“I love you more.”

In that moment I felt less of a failure and more like a success. Like ultimately, even if I had failed myself in more ways than I could possibly count out loud, ultimately, in some odd, twisted way, I had won. Guilt continued to eat at me and my stomach would always twist at the idea of letting someone down, but it was lesser than before. Being told I was more than enough sparked something small inside of my brain. I couldn’t promise to change, I couldn’t promise to stop overthinking and pushing myself down. But I knew I could get better. I could work on it. I know that, and I’m thankful for that.

[missamyrisa2]

can you write some more clit tickles please? I loved some of your teases where you used fluffy brushes and feathers but I can’t find some of them anymore!!

What if I just tickled your girl button until you can't think straight and you're nothing but a blubbering melted wanting needing gasping gigglegasmed mess, still begging for more ~ how about that? Oooh I think I have a giggle glutton on my hands ~ are you a giggly girly giggle glutton? I know what youuu neeed ~ I know what youuu wahahhannt! Awww I know, I know it's so hard to ask for it ~ you just want all that loving attention on your adorable pearl ~ you want to be teasy spoiled and snuggled by my tickles and made to feel sooo good don't youuu~

Now make with the pants ~ that's right, give them to meee~

Oh no, keep your panties on. We're gonna get you allll desperate and wanting first ~

Funny thing, the lightest little scratch with my nail right along your royal parts is all it takes to start this fire ~ scritchy scritchy up your cute panties, tracing the lips riiight to where your button sits ~ yes, the little royal cradle mmmhmm. And ooh yes, you can try to fight it, try to ignore it. I know these sensations are getting in, you feel that soft material rubbing on your girly bits, just ever so lightly working away ~ I know you already preheated that oven when I took your pants, didn't you? Such a naughty thing ~ My nail can just glide right here, up and down, and I know your cute little button will come out to play ~ Tickle, tickle ~

Aww, it's so bad isn't it? All that touchy tickly attention on your pearl? Yesss I'm just going to touch and tickle and tease and taunt your royal button until you're nothing but a giggly pile ~ and I think it's time for you to make with the panties now ~ mmmhm. Take them offf ~ let's let the breeeeze just settle on your hot little nubbin shall we? Oh? I guess that's not the breeze, just my little puffs of air muuuuah my little air kissies for your adorable clitty ~

Are you ready? I have my feather ~ here she comes, all up your thigh and fluttering in between there and your royal spot ~ Ooh, such a stiff quill ~ I picked her specially for you today ~ and you'll see whyyy ~ let's trace those lips first though ~ yahh, your royal lipssyyy ~ ahh, look at you quiver ~ I'll bet you want to be naughty huh? You want to touch your girly parts for me don't you? Don't you dareee ~ but I know you won't ~ you want your Amy tickles sooo badly you'll do anything I ask huh?

Oh yes, my feather is already up to your button. Tiny tiny fluttery tickles on that adorably swelling pearl ~ let's see how throbby we can get you ~ coochie coooo ~ you can shake your thighs and buck your hips alll you like. It's not gonna stop ~ my feather tip can just caress and kiss and glide on your button and you'll take all my tickles won't you? All these tickles? Right on your girly royal button? There we gooo ~ and we'll take the feather riiight to the underside of your clitty and now we piiiiivot ~ and I can hold this feather riiight here and keep you right where I want you, so my little supple detail brush can take over ~

Mmhmmm. Let it all out. Does it just tickle so bad? My feather lightly trembling under your clitty while my soft soft brush paints your captured button with dancing little twirls~ brushy brushy on your clitty? Moan it out darling, get all those giggles, all those fun sounds out ~ I'm going to take them alll ~ and now we swiiitch and the brush can rest under your clitty daring you to let it down while the feather strokes and strokes and strokes ~ aren't tickle tools so much fun?~

Ahh, still so needy huh? I think you need the brushy snuggle ~ I know what you need ~ this is a brush tickle for wanting girly girls ~ my two glittery handled blush brushes are gonna snuggle that clitty until you fall apart for me now ~ Yes, one blush brush on this side and oooh yeah, another blush brush on the other side and we sliiiip together ~ and mmhmm twist and fluff and brush and stroke ~ all over that tickly tickly button ~ no no you can't escape this precious ~ you want your tiiickles and here they areee~

And guess what? When you gigglecum for me, when you give me all those girly giggledrops ~ ~ we're doing it all over again~! Yeahh let's see if we can get you there even faster the next time around ~<3

By the way, if you are looking for a specific tease you can also visit my dA page. I post most of my teases there too and it's easier to browse through or search than on tumblr. https://www.deviantart.com/missamyrisa

[mrsdeliberatecreater]

The most detailed sub I have ever made! Phew!

I think I'll listen to just this overnight tonight...Let me know if you test it and/or if my edit looks better or worse <3

Bennies:

Flawless, striking, picture-perfect, stunning, camera-ready, immaculate, radiant, ideal, gorgeous, mesmerizing beauty ++

Voluminous, wispy, extremely long, fluttery, curled, dark, big, full, fluffy lashes

Soft, luscious, silky, satin, lustrous, shiny, glossy, thick, dense, bouncy, luxurious, satiny, sleek hair ++

Features suit face, facial harmony ++

Ideal perfect symmetrical eyes, bright & sparkly eyes ++

Ideal perfect symmetrical eyebrows ++

Perfect ideal desired symmetric nose bridge, nostrils, nose tip, nasal bridge, nasal base, columella and nose length ++

Symmetrical, plump, juicy, nourished, plush, full-bodied, full, lush, dewy, glazed looking pink lips ++

Clear, crystal clear, flawless, bright, radiant, hydrated, dewy, smooth, glass skin ++

Symmetrical, sharp, chiseled, defined, sculpted jawline ++

Ideal perfect symmetrical ears.

Ideal perfect chin.

Ideally perfectly aligned, healthy, clean teeth, charming, beaming smile & healthy pink tongue.

Straight, symmetrical, healthy, white teeth & healthy enamel ++

Naturally clean & Minty fresh breath ++

Look good from all angles ++

Perfect facial features and facial structures ++

Perfect submental

Symmetrical face

Extremely perfect & photogenic face

Extremely gorgeous & videogenic face.

Defined, sharp, sculpted face ++

Eliminate unwanted face f/9t. ++

Eliminate unwanted facial hair ++

Visibly become more and more beautiful, gorgeous, pretty, ethereal, attractive, appealing, alluring, ideal, perfect

Eyes, nose, lips, eyebrows, cheekbones, jawline ++ become more perfect every time you chew, swallow, drink, shower, bathe, brush your teeth, eat, sleep.

Healthy facial muscles, tissues, skin, skin barrier, nerves, cells, bones ++

Stunning, bewitching, elegant, graceful beauty ++

Pretty privilege ++

Princess treatment, constant compliments, gifts ++

Self confidence & self worth

Built in booster

As always instant, visible, ideal, desired, permanent results only.

*Note: ++ means that particular topic is extremely detailed and has a ton of simple but specific affs.

[bellatrixobsessed1]

I Am Blackened Bones (Part 23)

Azula finds herself a spot on Appa’s saddle. Frankly she wants to sit where the Avatar sits, right upon the bison’s fluffy head. But the Avatar is worried that she will fall. He says that he would trust the other Azula more because she isn’t as fidgety.

You lack common sense and you act like a child, says her human counterpart, of course he doesn't  want you sitting next to him. You’ll jump off of the bison and get us both killed. She concludes. Unfairly, the spirit thinks.

Azula is particularly cranky today and the spirit is certain that it is because she is terrified. Azula gets moody when she becomes afraid. And so the spirit decides not to take her commentary too personally even though it is quite personal. 

“All set, Azula?” Katara asks. 

Azula’s heart gives a little leap. It usually does when the waterbender talks to her. She can’t explain it but she feels lighter, more fluttery when she talks to Katara than when she talks to anyone else. She thinks that it might be because Katara has done so many nice things for her. And her smile is warmer and more cheerful—prettier too—than everyone else’s. 

She has tried to ask human Azula what that means but human Azula only tells her that she is being ridiculous and should stop reading so much into things.

“Azula?”

Azula jumps. 

“Are you ready to take off? We’ve got a few more hours to fly.”

Azula nods. “I’m ready.” 

“Great!” There’s that smile. The one that makes Azula’s cheeks all warm. Azula returns that smile with one of her own. She hopes that her smile makes Katara feel fluttery and joyful. 

.oOo.

She knows that they are getting close when the spirit retreats into the dark place and she comes to the physical world. She is terribly tired of weathering all of the pain and discomforts on its behalf—not that it won’t feel the things that she does. Making this retreat has all the efficacy of hiding from the monsters under a blanket. Stupid creature that spirit is.

Today the spirit has left her in a more comfortable positon, unlike two days ago when she had re-emerged to dripping hair and soaked undergarments. Today she is propped up against Katara’s shoulder and looking up at the clouds. She sighs, she may as well enjoy the leisurely time while she has it.

“Are you doing okay?” Katara asks. 

“Well enough, I suppose.” Azula replies. This time even she can’t tell if she is being truthful or not. She has certainly seen worse days but her predicament still stands and it is constantly nagging at her even in moments of very relative comfort. She would, for once, just like to be truly content in life again…or possibly for the very first time. 

“Which Azula are you right now?” 

“The real one.” 

“Good!” Exclaims from his own little corner. “I was hoping to talk to you before we reach the Fire Nation.”

“What do you want to talk about, Zuzu?”

“What things are going to look like when you get home.”

“If I get home.” Azula mumbles. “It is perfectly possible that I will have to live out the rest of my days in the Earth Kingdom or one of the Water Tribes.” Without her firebending…

Her stomach sinks. She misses it terribly, misses how powerful it makes her feel. Misses how much stress it relieves to run through familiar routines. But she is so out of practice now. So much so that it might even be embarrassing to try to get back to it.

Now she is getting ahead of herself.

“Well if you get home there are going to be some changes…”

“There have already been plenty of those, Zuko.”

“You aren’t going to treat me like I’m beneath you. And you…”

“Have I been doing that recently?” She replies. 

“I…” He furrows his brows. “No. But…”

“Yes?” She quirks a brow. 

“Are you only treating me better because you’re in a pretty vulnerable position right now?”

A jolt of anxiety slices through her, leaving a fluttering sensation in her belly in its passing. She takes herself a subtle but drawn inhale. With her exhale some of the tickles subside. She hums, “possibly.” She hadn’t really put much thought into why she behaves the way that she does. Why she feels what she feels. Just that she has her behaviors and feelings and that there are some patterns to them. Patterns that have been disrupted by the spirit enough for them to become muddled. “I suppose that, that could be a part of it, yes.” She can’t place fondness for Zuko on the spirit’s emotions because the spirit seems to have a bigger distaste and mistrust for him than Azula herself. “Or maybe it’s because you’re the only one who seems to prefer the real me.” She looks from one face to the next. Sokka is rather shameless and open in that he knows that what she said is true, she supposes that she can respect him for his honesty. Toph, Katara, and, especially, Aang wear grimaces of varying intensities. Aang’s expression conveys the most guilt.

Azula shrugs. “It’s fine, I don’t really care.” 

But you do. The spirit informs her. It hurts a lot. I can feel it. You know it. I know it.

It both scares and comforts her that the spirit sometimes talks like her. 

“Do you want us to like you?” Toph asks. 

Azula furrows her brows and considers. “I haven’t decided yet.” She wants to be angry at them, but for what? With the exception of Sokka, none of them had particularly done her any wrong. They’d faced her in combat but she can’t say that any of it was truly personal. They had been on opposing sides and they’d done what they needed to do the same as she. 

And they have taken care of her. 

Taken care of her and treated her rather well, all things considered. 

“You don’t want to be alone anymore.” Katara says softly.

“I’m not alone. I have a highly agitating spirit to keep me company at all times.” But of course that isn’t the same as having several highly agitating friends to keep her company. She finds herself absently brushing her thumb over the polished spearhead in her pocket. “But I suppose that it would be nice to speak to someone who isn’t me now and then.” She has been alone for so, so long.

Zuko nods. “Yeah, it’s hard being alone.”

“You’ve always had uncle.” 

“Except for that one time that I made him really mad…and that other time when I outright pissed him off. He won’t admit that he was pissed but I could tell.” 

“When you took my side in the Crystal Catacombs?” She guesses. 

He nods. “I was alone then.”

“You had Mai. TyLee too.” And her. He had her. But she holds her tongue on that one, she doubts that he remembers. If he does remember, she doubts that he views her company and kinder words as genuine. “You were never alone, alone Zuzu. You would be worse off if you had been.” He would be like her. 

Her stomach is full of fluttermoths again, this time birthed by a sense of loss, loss over what she could have had. How things could have been.

“Yeah.” He agrees. “I guess so.”

And the conversation is through.

Through and ended with a lack of closure that she cannot quite place.

You thought that he was going to tell you that you wouldn’t be alone anymore. The spirit helpfully informs her. 

She unhelpfully tells it to keep itself quiet unless it wants  to come back to the forefront.

.oOo.

Azula begins complaining about an ache some fifteen minutes before the skyline comes into view. She says that it usually starts in her head or her stomach, precisely where she used to feel the energy from her fire chakra. Katara supposes that it only makes sense that her fire chakra flare.

And for it, Azula has taken to laying on her side, bunched in on herself, and tightly clutching her middle. Her grip only grows tighter as the skyline comes closer into view. And by the time that they can make it out clearly there are tears in her eyes and an occasional tremor throughout her body. Katara can’t decipher if the shudders are the product of pain or anticipation of pain to come. 

And the look on her face…Katara cringes. She has grown to hate that look. The torment that shows so unveiled upon her face in the crease of her brow and the gritting of her teeth. In the way that her fists clench ironclad and with the whites of her knuckles showing. 

“Can I…do you mind if I hold you?” Katara offers. The spirit loves her cuddles. She hadn’t been so sure about Azula until the woman dragged herself right into her lap. With the princess so close comes a new sense of knowing; a better ability to gauge her level of distress.

Proximity grants her the feeling of Azula’s trembles, the less violent shakes. It grants her the ability to hear Azula’s softer, shakier breaths. 

She wonders how the spirit is faring, tucked away into Azula’s mind. If Azula is scared then the poor thing is probably terrified. 

Azula gives a shaky hum of unrest and Katara holds her hand out. She almost regrets offering the princess her hand; that ironclad grip of hers threatens to shatter bone.

At least she isn’t screaming yet. 

Her screams are always so bone chilling.

“How are you holding up?” Zuko asks. 

Azula only shakes her head. 

That in itself is answer enough. 

She is doing just dreadful and growing worse with every inch of travel. 

And then they make it past the point that they’d turned back the last time.

“Please no.” Katara gets the sense that those whispered words were meant for Azula’s own ears rather than hers. “Please no.” She repeats. It becomes a steady mantra until finally the princess cries out. 

The first one is always the worst; it is startling and usually the loudest. 

Katara squeezes her closer. 

They push onwards. 

And Azula writhes in her arms. 

Her fingers clench and unclench. One hand squeezes Katara’s, the other grips at the loose fabric of Katara’s shirt. Her face is hot and red with strain and tension. Her cheek is pressed very firmly against Katara’s chest. 

Katara’s own heart hammers hard. 

She wishes that the princess would just pass out and spare herself the suffering. Katara thinks that she would have done so several minutes ago if it had been her. But Azula has a remarkable pain tolerance threshold, that or she is willfully stubborn like nobody else.

“We’re almost there.” Katara says.

“I can tell.” Azula forces. Katara has never heard such strain in her voice. 

“We don’t have to do this.” Zuko mentions.

Azula lifts a rather limp hand and waves the comment off. “We’re already so close.” She pauses for a muffled whimper. “I haven’t gone through this for nothing.”

That she can still think coherently, let alone speak is an impressive feat in itself. 

“I can try some waterbending.” Katara suggests. “But I don’t know how much it will help. Your injury isn’t physical. It isn’t even particularly mental. It comes from a plain of existence that waterbending can’t touch. It doesn’t stop Katara from trying when Azula grants her permission. 

.oOo,

She derives no sense of soothing from Katara’s waterbending. It can’t even take the edge off. It is cool on her forehead but she swears that instead of granting some of that coolness to her forehead, her forehead brings the water to a boil. 

And so she returns to gripping at her erupting head and the roaring bemoaning the furnace in her belly.

If she didn’t know any better, she’d say that the skin of her arms and legs is peeling away. 

Maybe there is some merit to that because Katara does move the water to stretch over her right forearm.

Agni, it hurts! It is killing her! 

Maybe she will die. 

Can this kill her?

She looks below, they are close enough now to the Royal Plaza that she can clearly make out the people below. 

They are having their mid-afternood firebending practice.

She cackles to herself.

The looks on Katara and Zuko’s faces are almost comical. Comical and depressing.

She knows for certain that the pain is driving her half mad when she glances over at Zuko and mumbles, “well it was nice flying with you, Zuzu, enjoy your walk home and good luck with Mai.” 

She sees his lips moving but they don’t make a sound. She wants to assume that he is saying goodbye and wishing her luck with her endeavors. He has a fuzzy little halo of darkness around his head and it is closing in quickly until it consumes him entirely. 

And then she is back in the dark place, laying across from the spirit who is sitting cross-legged and staring at her with a tilted head. “We’re together.” She comments, somehow it sounds more like a question, as though the creature is too dumb to see what is in front of it. 

“Yeah…we’re together.” Azula grumbles. 

She supposes that she would rather be alone with this chipper, off-kilter version of herself than out there with searing sensation. 

“We’re together.” Her spirit self remarks again.

She holds out her hand.

Azula is too exhausted to take it.

Maybe she’s the clueless one.

[faerunsbest]

dammons chance to unwind

thanks @commander-krios

dammon spends all day by himself at the forge making every decision by himself. he does everything every little thing by himself alone, hes always in charge of his shop, his customers, his bills his everything.

good god how lives to be told what to do. when his days worn is near don, he can smell you approaching all perfumed and clean, waiting. soft fingertips stroking over the shell of his ear, it sends a thrill down his spine. he knows to bend his knee and lower himself for you to whisper in his ear

"ten minutes, then you wash."

he knows the game, is been done a million times and all the same hes so excited. Cant hurry then he'll make mistakes and take longer.

ten minutes and hes hurrying inside to throw his clothes into the hamper. he stand in his washroom throwing a waiting bucket of cold water over himself. a quick rinse before stepping into the hot bath you have waiting for him.

to have the day scrubbed from his skin, you're waiting, sitting on the edge of the tub. knee deep in the water when he steps in to sink down, Dammon curls against his knees. letting you scrub his back, kneading out knots as you go you hands glide upward, til your scrubbing his scalp. you bring up palmfuls of water to rinse the sweat and ilk of the day away. your gently washed him all over. before you begin a more through scrub of his skin, the body he so happily proffers to your skilled hands. You ignore his needy arousal as you clean his strong thighs, Dammon sighs almost dreamily against your touch.

getting ready takes so long but good god if he doesn't enjoy it, he rests his head against your thigh. he can see, feel and smell your arousal. Dammon cant help the way he turns his head, licking his lips, only for your finger to press against his jaw and turn him away.

not yet.

"you did everything i told you to, what a good boy."

you say as you step out of the bath and pull out a clean fluffy soft towel for him. he does as wordlessly commanded, stepping from the bath to let you wrap the towel around him. you kiss at his jaw and his cheek. up over his eye and at the base of his horn, soft fluttery kisses.

"Are you excited?"

"oh very much."

"You're happy about tonight? You want to do this with me?"

he needs to do this part every time, he needs to verbalize his consent, thats non negotiable.

"yes, i want you so much. i want you do this with me."

"good boy"

you leave him to dry himself off while you go to the bedroom and prepare the last little bits, some candles, feathers, a small tight riding crop. a bundle of bright red rope and the last few things he could decide about. a small vial of lubricant and a few toys...

[ultfreakme]

ok ok i have 2 things to say:

1) what do you think about yuuji being unaware to junpei having a crush on him?? like, from my part i think he wouldn't see the signs that junpei gave via attitude and corporal language until later. im curious about your takes

2) zukka having a date on the turtleduck pond....... the levels of fluff im dying

Thanks for the ask AAAAHHHHH!!!

Yuuji being oblivious can have two directions; one is that Junpei is trying to hidde all signs that he does have a crush on Yuuji and is failing very badly but literally everyone and their mother knows Junpei has a giant crush on Yuuji. Two is Junpei IS showing his affection, and Yuuji doesn't notice. In the first route, literally no one is having a fun time but Yuuji. Yuuji's like "wow Junpei's so nice, I wonder why he avoids me and acts weird sometimes" and tries to address it but Junpei's like" Me??? WEIRD????? HUH????No I'm not ahahahaha hey anyways wanna talk about this new DVD i got????" In the second, Yuuji has no idea anything is up. He just thinks Junpei is a very near and dear friend who has a lot of consideration for him. And personal hc, if Junpei lived, Yuuji-Junpei would've been the most closest friendship in the group. So now Yuuji's impression of "Best friendship" is Junpei making googly eyes at him, excessive physical contact, cuddling, going on solo hang-outs with the bro(they are basically dates). And everyone else is losing their goddamn minds because these two are practically dating already but Junpei won't CONFESS because he's insecure and scared Yuuji needs to be hit with a rock to figure this out. I think Yuuji, unconsciously, would be doing more romantic gestures and would also FEEL more romantic but he just has not put the label on it. "Oh yeah my heart beats fast around Junpei because I'm usually running to meet him" or "I feel all hot around the collar and blush because he's just so nice when he laughs like wdym you DON'T feel all fluttery too??? Look at him!!" And now Junpei is conflicted because wait is Yuuji....reciprocating? This clown show ends when Nobara and Megumi lock Yuuji and Junpei in their classroom and stage an intervention. Gojo is not helpful at all he keeps staring at them and makes ominous jokes(or threats, no one is sure- it's the Geto trauma getting to him).

2. ZUKKA DATE!!! omg Zuko would be so awkward and shy showing the place to him meanwhile Sokka is like "THE FLUFFIES!!". He's so confused as to why Zuko was acting like he was leading him down the plank just to show this place. It's pretty, it;s cute! Sokka is suffering from a bad case of the butterflies because Zuko's smiling really softly at the ducklings. Sokka is initially a little hesitant about holding them and Zuko thinks its cute how Sokka's like "oh my god, the little dude's nuzzling, they are happy in my hand!!" Zuko probably brought duck feed so they're also feeding them. And maybe it's a chill day so Sokka gets out his brushes and paper to start drawing. It's a terrible drawing but Zuko is on cloud nine because Sokka drew them holding hands and surrounded by the turtleducks. Sokka's trying so hard to make it look good for Zuko because he seems so excited to see it. They'd probably slump against each other under the shade of a tree and watch and relax, Sokka's 100% going to fall asleep on Zuko's shoulder because it's so.....peaceful.....and perfect and he feels safe and warm. Zuko is staying statue-still and admiring Sokka's slack face(literally no one but him thinks its cute, because Sokka sleeps with his mouth wide open and drooling and a little snoring).

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synopsis + other info- above A/N: YES i know you probably forgot you submit this but anyways @an-inkling-of ik ur more into other things and not mha by the time i answer this but UM im seriously late and am clearingout my whole blog ;-; and I HOPE THIS IS GOOD FOR U I THINK IT ISNT VERY GOOD AAAAAAAAAA enjoy

Bakugo growled in frustration, clicking on the video Kirishima had sent of him chugging a bottle of mango flavored Monster, the hardhead snorting and gagging in the process. Upon watching, a fluffy feeling overcame Bakugo like butterflies tickling his ribs. In stitches, he fell to the floor, giggling lightly and holding his stomach. After the brief moment, Bakugo had once again cursed himself for being so goddamn soft. For goodness sake, he was going to become the Number fucking One fucking Hero. Groaning sullenly, Bakugo went to bed, not long before opening Ticific, the number one.... dare I say it.... tickle fanfiction platform for Hero tickle fanfiction. As if that'd make him any more of a hard-ass. -------------1 DAY LATER--------------- His fluttery mood from yesterday were only further fueled by that damn site. Tickling was dumb and lame. His old friends, especially that damned Deku would constantly torment him with tingly sensation any chance they got. His dad would surprise him from behind by squeezing his sides. That was fluffy. An attempt to exploit a stupid weakness he had. But he wanted it. He wanted it, and he hated it. And somehow yelling profanities at his mild-mannered father for poking him in the stomach turned into his stomach churning at Mirko doing the same thing to Hawks in a pro-hero tickling fanfic. And just then, Bakugo Katsuki did the unthinkable. his clammy, slightly sparking hands tracing over his lower abdomen, while he giggled in a way that was both raspy yet high. He stifled the laughs, squeaking when he couldn't hold them in. God, this was embarrassing. Like a fool, he continued, sliding a finger into his own belly button and poking around like a damn five-year-old digging in a sandpit. Surprisingly, that made his laugh hitch up even more, and his face redder, sweat beads dripping down his hands and arms.

Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh GOD. His laugh. His weakness. His obsession. A burden. He wanted it out. He wanted- -KNOCK KNOCK- "KATSUKI GET YOUR ASS DOWN AND OPEN THE DOOR!!!!!" His mom yelled. Rubbing his eyes and throwing on the nearest clothing he could find (a Crimson Riot hoodie Kirishima had left the last time he visited), Bakugo tossed himself down the stairs to answer the door, impolitely swinging it open, regretting the decision immediately upon noticing who was outside. "Heya Bakubro! I left my Crimson Riot hoodie- Woah, what a coincidence. Red's good on you, keep it." Kirishima said, putting the hood over Bakugo and ruffling his strawlike hair. "Yeah, yeah, I know that. Bakugo said. I'll give it back." he replied. "Nah, I could stay for a while! Got no plans." Kiri deadpanned, smirking slightly. "Maybe I could wear one of your hoodies, blondie." "Don't go around thinking you can just rifle through my clothes like my room is some kinda thrift store." Bakugo remarked, with a rather calm tone, punching Kirishima's arm afterwards. ...... "Bakubro." "Bakubroooo!!!" "For the love of god, what, Shitty Hair!?" "Beep." Kirishima poked Bakugo's stomach, right over the belly button, making him squeak. Now, Bakugo knew Kirishima was a playful touchy-touchy type, but he wasn't. So he thought. "Aaah! Shit-gwa-DAMNIT! DON'T TOUCH!" He yelled, his face flushing.

"Bakugoooo... you said you weren't ticklish, right?" Silence, followed by loud squeals and giggles and curses and pushing while Kirishima kneaded into Bakugo's sides and making sure to poke every corner of his tummy, and drag his Quirk-enhanced nails along. "EhEhAHAAHA!! NO- (squeal) DAMNIT- GOD! I HAHATE THIS!" Kirishima halted. "You really do? I mean, everyone does, but did I go too- oh, you're sparking." Bakugo sweated literal bullets, looking away from his friend. "No. It's just this damned laugh." Kirishima moved his face directly in front of his, leaning in closer with a kindly but somehow threatening smile. "So you mean this damned laugh, right?" Kirishima tickled slowly along his lower torso- as he did to himself before. "Heheheh-yeaheheahes! (EEK) No- naha SHiH-iT!" Bakugo screamed, silently laughing in Kirishima's gentle and slight clutches. "Aw, this is actually really fun!" "(SQUEAL) (SQUEAL) Nohohot fun!" "Yeah, alright I'll stop it. Bakubro, your laugh is the best. Like, you never laugh." Pause. "You're stopping?" Bakugo said, regretting it immediately afterwards. "Oh, um I mean, Hairy Shit, um- FUCK you!" "So you're saying you want me to continue?" Bakugo nodded apprehensively, pointing to his belly-button and promptly covering his hands with his face. "Want me to getcha belly? Your lil tummy? The crap factory? The-" "Stop it, Shitty Ha- (SQUEAK) (SQUEAL)" "I literally have not started. Just want me to hold a finger up over here? Wiggle it on top?" Kirishima teased, knowing it would drive the blond boy crazy. "Nohoho- I wahant to-" "You want me to..." "LOOK, I KNOW YOU'LL THINK I'M NOT FUCKING MAN ENOUGH FOR YOU BUT I WANT TO BE TICKLED, DAMNIT!" Bakugo blew up. Figuratively. "Woah. Never said that, but sure. Just gonna go sloooow..." Kirishima swirled his finger round and round the vortex, causing Bakugo's breath to hitch- reaching its peak when his finger made it in. "Still going reeeallly slow..." Kirishima could still hear Bakugo repress hiccups of raspy laughter. Deep down, Bakugo wanted this to last forever, but all he would do is squirm in his seat and wait for it to end. Not like he wanted it to stop or anything, nevertheless his spiky-headed friend would quit doing the one thing he just dreamed of. And it was about to get even better. "Want me to stop tickling your giggle button now? We could like, go eat something." Giggle button. Giggle god damn button. Bakugo turned a feverish shade that could very well match Kiri's hair. As silent as a Bakugo could squeal, he mustered; "Keep doing it."