#the fluff is so fluffy aaaahhhhh

[babyjakes]

sweet surprise. [blurb.]

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event | august '23 general requests blurb night

summary | ransom has a surprise encounter with your little niece.

pairing | soft!ransom drysdale x auntie!reader (+ reader's baby!niece)

warnings | SOFT RANSOM IS BACK. just soooo fluffy, like unbearable amounts of fluff hehe. written from reader's pov, but most of it is just ran & da baby <3

word count | 689

requested by @brandycranby | hiiiiii eun ✨💕 for blurb night, maybe we could see a fluff or hurt/comfort + unexpectedly soft!ransom + baby? like a teeny tiny chubby wubby baby 🥺

an | aaaahhhhh i'm so glad you sent in this request brandy bby, i've been DYING to write soft!ran lately and this is just the sweetest idea ever ever, hope you enjoy sweet friend and thank you for the amazing idea!!

You don't hear Ransom as he returns home from work, tossing his bag beside the door with a quiet grumble. As always, he's not in the best mood after spending nearly six hours at his grandfather's, helping the old writer with the logistics of his business. He can't wait to spend time with you, the sunshine that always brightens his day and erases any worries that might be floating around in his mind. He doesn't see you as he looks around the living room, but what he does see catches him off guard. On the floor, across the room, sits a strange-looking contraption— some sort of swing. He lets out a gasp as he sees what's sitting inside: a tiny baby whose big, bright eyes are looking over at him with a darling sense of curiosity.

"Oh my," Ransom hums to himself. He stands frozen for a few moments, looking around the room again. You're nowhere to be found. "Now what are you doing here all alone?" he hums softly, finally building up the courage to start making his way over to the swing.

He stops several feet away, just observing the tiny being. Judging by the sweet pink lettering on her jumper that spells out Mama's Girl, he's able to easily guess the infant's gender. "My goodness," the large man whispers, his face softening as the sweet little girl smiles at the sound of his voice, "you're so tiny. What're you doing here, hmm? Was y/n looking after you this afternoon?"

He sits down cross-legged on the floor, scooting himself up a bit more as the baby sways gently in the swing, clapping her tiny hands together clumsily to show the stranger that she's happy to see him. Ransom bites back a smile, reaching out a hand to brush back the little one's thin tufts of hair. "Hi there, pretty girl," he murmurs, "Are you clappin' for me? That's so nice of you, sweetheart. What a smart girl you are."

The infant claps a few more times, giggling softly as a defeated smile finally crosses the brown-haired man's face. "You're too sweet," he admits, stroking the baby's chubby little cheek. "I wonder where y/n is, hmm? Have you seen her?" he asks comically, his grin widening as the baby just continues to wiggle and smile in the swing. "You wanna come out, sweetheart? C'mere, let me hold you."

His hands are steady and careful as he gently unbuckles her from the swing, being sure to support her neck and head as he lifts her up and brings her to his chest. "Oh my," his voice flutters as she tucks her tiny head against his shoulder, snuggling right up to him. "There you go, angel. I got you," he whispers, stroking her hair as he bounces her gently in his arms.

"Welcome home," you giggle as you enter the doorway to the kitchen, your heart swelling at the sight of the giant man holding the tiny baby so carefully, as if she's the most precious thing in the world.

"Look, there's y/n!" Ransom coos excitedly to the little one, causing her to look over at you and offer you a huge, toothless smile. "I bet she missed you!"

"Looks like you're Uncle Ran, huh?" you joke as you join the two on the floor, rubbing the tiny girl's back as Ransom sways and cradles her. "Never knew you liked babies."

"Me neither," the man chuckles, looking down at your niece with the gentlest smile. "But I think this little one might've changed my mind. Look at how tiny she is. So tiny and precious, aren't you?" he fusses her again, earning a chorus of giggles from the baby as he messes her hair carefully. "How long is she staying?" Ransom asks, looking back up at you. "Can we see her again soon? I'll take off work, Harlen won't mind— we should bring her over to see him! He loves kids."

"Hey, hey, slow down," you laugh, leaning over to kiss the sweet man's forehead as you remind him, "I haven't even told you her name yet."

[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).

[michelleleewise]

AAAAHHHHH!!!!!! the fluff!!!!!!

This is absolutely beautiful....and that gif....oof!!!

“The…uh…the dress. The dress is quite beautiful. Oh, not to say that you’re not beautiful. You are! You’re beautiful. In the dress. Oh, God. Please tell me I haven’t botched this up completely?” He stuttered, hiding his face in his palm. You laughed and squeezed his hand.

The thought of him being so completely tongue tied and falling over himself is the most adorable thing!!! Just.....🥰🥰🥰

“Thank you. You, too. Me too. I-I mean I hope so,” Tom stumbled on his words. You smiled at him once again, heading inside, leaving him to stare after you.

"Smooth,” Chris said, clapping Tom on his shoulder. “Real smooth.”

“Ugh, I’m a complete knob!”

“Ah, I wouldn’t worry about it. I don’t think she noticed,” Chris said laughing.

Chris is definitely the big brother hahaha of course I'd be making fun of him too......js hahaha

“The same look I had on my face when I caught you.”

“And what was that?” you giggled.

“Like you were the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

Aaaaaawwwww!!!! My heart!!!! This was so cute and fluffy!! I loved every minute of it!!! I will never have enough of your amazing and wonderful stories!!!! And all the congrats for you 1k!!!! You deserve ALL the followers dear!!!!! 💚💚💚💚🥰🥰🥰🥰

Congratulations!!🎉🎈🍾

Could you please do fluff prompt 48 You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen” with Tom and shorter reader?

Falling Star

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Summary: It's Hollywood's biggest night and Tom is hoping to win more than just an Oscar. A/N: Part of my 1k Celebration and @the-slumberparty week 3 writing challenge: Something New. I've never written short-reader trope before. Thank you to @lokisgoodgirl for being my BETA reader and @michelleleewise for some great ideas. I don't know how I could continue to write without your ladies' endless support 😘😘😘. And thank you to @huntress-artemiss for the request. Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader Word Count: 2.1K Warnings: Fluff Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Tom looked into the mirror as he rinsed the suds off his hands. Shaking off the excess water, he reached for a towel and dried them. He looked straight into his eyes, trying to keep the nervousness at bay.

It’s a big night for you. You’re going to do fine. You’re probably not going to win anyway, Tom sighed. Just focus on one thing and the rest of the night will go smoothly.

He ran his hands through his hair and pinched his bow tie one last time before he made his way out into the lobby. Focus on one thing, he repeated in his head.

These award shows always leave him a nervous wreck. He never expects to win. When he does, of course, it’s great, but then it brings on a whole new emotion of excitement and anxiety.

When he doesn’t win, it tends to be worse. He has to find that right balance of remorse and humbleness so that the media doesn’t portray him in an evil lie.

Oh, he could read the tabloids now, “And the Oscar goes to…, not Tom Hiddleston.” Or “Hiddles angry that he didn’t win his Oscar. Pictures and commentary on page 3.” He laughed about it internally, a smile on his face as he fixed his cufflinks.

“Come on man. Took you long enough,” Chris exclaimed patting his back. “I think they stuck most of us in the same row.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful. It’d be nice to see some familiar faces again.” Tom recounted the last time he saw anyone from The Avengers movie. The movie that brought together and cemented the friendship of seven individuals.

“I think Scarlet wants you to sit next to her.”

“Oh no. Does she?” Tom fretted.

“What?” Chris wondered.

“She’s been trying to set me up with one of her acquaintances,” Tom rolled his eyes.

“She can be quite persistent,” Hemsworth laughed.

Tom sighed as he accompanied Chris across the massive lobby. The plush red carpet matched the dramatic drapes hung from the ceiling. At the end of the hall was a grand staircase leading upstairs to the auditorium's main entrance.

The two friends stood in line waiting to ascend the stairs as photographers and reporters lined the banisters calling out their names, hoping to get an interview. Tom tried to drown out the noise. He tried to focus on one thing before he went crazy, and his anxiety took over. Tom took a deep breath. Just focus on one thing, he chanted in his head.

He opened his eyes and focused on the first thing he saw, an intricate design of beadwork and crystal that was in front of him. Tiny gold stars were scattered on a black sateen gown. They clustered at the top hem of the dress and sporadically fell towards the bottom. The back of the gown was secured by a beaded pin of a crescent moon, gracing your bare lower back. The whole gown looked like star fall plummeting in the night sky.

“Chris,” Tom whispered. “Is this whom I think it is?” Tom stared hard at your graceful figure. Not once taking his eyes off you. Chris gazed hard at you trying to see whom Tom was talking about.

“Ayee...yup. Yes, that’s her.”

“Didn’t she win the Oscar last year for…”

“Yes. I believe she did.” Chris mused.

“Is she up for anything tonight?”

“I think she’s presenting, actually.”

You gathered your dress, preparing to walk up the imposing staircase. Looking around you making sure you were not going to trip on your own outfit, you held your left hand out to steady yourself as you took that first step.

Tom, sensing you needed help, took your outstretched hand. “May I escort you up the stairs?”

The sudden voice and unexpected contact must have shocked you. You looked up at him with a startled expression and a blush on your face. A small smile graced his lips as he noted the sparkle in your eyes.

“Thank you,” you whispered, as photographers flashed their cameras at your interaction. Tom held your hand firmly as you gathered the rest of your dress in your other hand. Focused on making each step, Tom held on to you tightly, becoming the anchor you needed in such a cumbersome gown. “They must have altered this dress three times already just for me. But they can’t seem to get the length right. Even with me in heels,” you admitted shyly.

Tom laughed, finally noticing the height difference between you two. He was so used to towering over everyone, he never really gave it much thought.  “Well, it looks lovely on you. You look beautiful tonight.” You looked up suddenly at his compliment. Heat radiating down your skin. Your eyes arrested his thoughts and hitched his breathing, making him at a loss for words.

“The…uh…the dress. The dress is quite beautiful. Oh, not to say that you’re not beautiful. You are! You’re beautiful. In the dress. Oh, God. Please tell me I haven’t botched this up completely?” He stuttered, hiding his face in his palm. You laughed and squeezed his hand.

You almost fumbled at the top step, if it weren’t for him holding on to you so securely. “Thank you,” you said once again, and he reluctantly let go of you. “Good luck tonight. I hope you win,” you said, cheering him on.

“Thank you. You, too. Me too. I-I mean I hope so,” Tom stumbled on his words. You smiled at him once again, heading inside, leaving him to stare after you.

“Smooth,” Chris said, clapping Tom on his shoulder. “Real smooth.”

“Ugh, I’m a complete knob!”

“Ah, I wouldn’t worry about it. I don’t think she noticed,” Chris said laughing.

Inside, the auditorium was stuffy and pompous. Two hours of everyone with their forged smiles and mock interests. Scarlet did manage to get Tom to sit next to her. She mentioned a friend of a friend who’s a writer for a late-night talk show in Los Angeles. Tom tried his best to be courteous but not commit to anything serious.

Minutes. Hours. They seem to drag by as the night continued up until it was time to announce Best Female Performance in a Leading Role. Tom knew you weren’t nominated for anything tonight, but that didn’t stop him from wondering where you were.

Were you sitting somewhere in the audience with other nominees? Or perhaps you were backstage mingling with some of tonight’s winners. It wouldn’t be long now till they got to the category he was nominated for, which made him nervous.

The heat in the room suddenly increased tenfold and the noise of the audience started to echo in his mind. Their clapping died down as the winner was announced and accepted her award. Focus on one thing. Focus on one thing. He closed his eyes as he took a lungful of air in. Breathing slowly.

Exhaling, Tom opened his eyes and suddenly everything else disappeared. Every sound went silent. Every light dimmed, focusing on a central spotlight on stage. And all he could see was you.

You walked out, unaccompanied, to the soundtrack of your award-winning movie. Tom watched you carefully, knowing full well that you were anxious about your dress and stumbling. With a cool look and a smile on your face, you hid your anxiety about tripping. You demonstrated exactly why you were worthy of that Oscar last year. Carefully taking a calculated step toward the podium and ignoring your long, imposing gown.

“Last year, I was very fortunate to stand up on this very stage and accept the award for Best Female Performance in a Leading Role…”

Tom tried to focus on you, instead of the nagging anxiety that was wracking his brain. Your gown had taken on a different hue under the bright spotlights. It had turned to a rich navy blue. The sequences on the stars shone brighter, glittering to gather everyone’s attention.

“This evening will be another night of firsts for me as I present the award for Best Male Performance in a Leading Role.” Tom was awestruck as he watched you on stage. Your smile was charming, and your laughter was contagious.

Tom heard you say his name twice that night. Once when you were reading the nominees. And the next, when you announced that he won. Chris and Scarlett patted him on the back and tried to wake him from his stupor.

“Mate, you better get up there,” Chris whispered, hugging him on his way. Tom was mesmerized. He couldn’t believe that he won. His nervousness threatened to eat him up whole as he stood up and made his way onstage. He remained focused on you instead, clapping for him as he made his way up more stairs.  You handed him his statue along with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

All at once, he faced the audience and didn’t know what to say. “I- uh…” Tom held on to the statue tightly and looked back at you.  You gave him a reassuring smile and he found that your calming presence helped alleviate his anxiety. “I wasn’t expecting to win tonight. Forgive me, I had no speech prepared,” Tom continued as the audience laughed.

He concluded his speech with thanks to the Academy, other nominees, and his friends and family for all their support.  

After a rousing applause, he made his way to follow you off the stage. He’d hoped to escort you like earlier and have another intimate moment with you. As you turned, your foot caught on the front of the dress causing you to fall forward.

In a heroic move, Tom sprinted to your side and caught you. His arms wrapped around your waist as you turned right-side up. He lunged forward before you fell to the floor, cradling your head.

There was a collective gasp from the audience as they watched the scene unfold. A heated blush spread throughout your body.

“Are you all right?” he asked, alarmed.

“Oh, my God. Yes! Thank you,” you stuttered, holding onto his lapels tightly.

“Of course, darling,” he said as he helped you stand back up.

“You seemed to be saving me a great deal tonight,” you gave him an apologetic look as you ran your hands over your dress. Tom offered his arm, and you gladly took it, hoping you wouldn’t trip again. “Oh, God. I’m so embarrassed. I must’ve looked like an idiot out there.”

“Nonsense, you look magnificent,” Tom replied, kissing your hand.

Tom sat in the dining area of the hotel room. Bright morning light shone through the windows as he read the newspapers and magazines sent to the room, along with the room service. It seemed that all anyone talked about was your tumble from last night and how he caught you. Rumors began to spread as everyone gave their opinions on the matter.

“Did Hiddleston win more than just an Oscar last night?” “Secret Relationship: How long have they been together?” “Was it staged?” These were not the headlines he was expecting to read this morning. A small smile crept on his face seeing all the pictures from different angles.

A soft moan stole his attention as you wrapped your arms around from behind him. “Come back to bed.” You gently kissed his neck, and he could still smell the lingering perfume in your hair.

“I ordered breakfast for us, darling,” he said with a soft whimper.

“How very thoughtful of you,” you teased. Tom grabbed your arm and pulled you around to sit on his lap. He noted that you were wearing nothing but his dress shirt from last night. The sleeves were rolled up and the tails sat just at your knees. You were swimming in his shirt, a look that he was starting to like more and more. Your tousled morning hair reminded him of the carnal way you both took each other last night.

“…Unnhh…” you moaned as he hoisted you against the wall. “Take this infernal dress off me. Please.” “With pleasure,” he snarled.

You sat with your legs over the handrest of the chair as you picked up the papers and read them. A scowl formed on your face the more you read. “I’m sorry, Tom. All this over me falling. I didn’t mean to take away from your big night.”

“That’s quite all right darling. As far as I’m concerned they can keep reporting it all they want.”

You looked at him through your lashes. His tall frame and long arms surround you, cherishing you.

“Why?” you asked coyly.

“Because in every picture, I get to see that mesmerizing look on your face.”

“What look?” you provoked.

“The same look I had on my face when I caught you.”

“And what was that?” you giggled.

“Like you were the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

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[gummydummy19]

Kinktober day 3: Anal play

three is a magic number

Summary: You wanna try something with your boyfriends Bucky and Steve.

Content Warnings: Smut, anal play (no full anal penetration), threesome (committed relationship), rimming, handjob, fingering (anal and vaginal) FLUFFY FLUFF FLUFF.

A/N: I seriously don't know how I managed to make something so filthy so fkn FLUFFY. This is my first Stucky fic and also the first fic where I include anal play. Pls let me know what you think!! (Also I named it 'three is a magic number because its day 3 of kinktober, they are having a threesome and exploring the third hole AND THOSE ARE ALSO THREE THINGS AND THREE IS ACTUALLY MY FAV NUMBER IRL AAAAHHHHH)

PS: thanks to @fictional-hooman for beta reading <333

Word Count: 1500+

"Will either of you dumbasses please say something before I have a panic attack, please?

Exactly 45seconds ago you had finally told your boys what you've been wanting to try.

Neither of them had said anything since.

"Uh, are you...are you sure?" Steve nervously asked.

"Ugh, I shouldn't have said anything," you sighed. Embarrassment flooded your system as you studied the baffled looks on their faces.

What did you expect? They were from the 30s for crying out loud. They must think you're crazy. Disgusting. Some sex-crazed nympho trying to-

"We just want you to be sure, Doll." Bucky stepped in, grabbing your hand.

"Are you sure we didn't make you feel pressured?" Steve asked.

Pressured?

"I mean we know we've been dropping some hints but..."

Hints???

"We really don't want you to do something you're not 100% comfortable with, I mean, we would never ever want to-"

"hold on," you interrupted their nervous ramble "Pressure? Dropping hints? I have no clue what you guys are talking about."

"I mean...we thought it was pretty clear how much we've both been wanting this," Bucky said.

"So you guys don't think I'm disgusting for even suggesting this?"

"What in the world would make you think that?" Steve asked with a confused face

"Well, I don't know? You guys are from the 30s and..."

They both burst out laughing at that.

"Honey, you do know we had sex in the 30s, right?" Steve said

"Of course but, maybe not like..."

"With each other, Doll." Bucky added

"I guess I just didn't know how you would react, is all." you shyly admitted

"Well, let's just say we really don't see a difference between each other's butthole or yours, baby." Bucky stated

"Buck!" Steve hit Bucky's shoulder, his face glowing bright red.

"Ouch! What? It's the truth!"

You giggled at their antics, feeling the anxiety from earlier leave your body.

"Okay so, you guys wanna do this then?"

"Lead the way, Doll."

"You guys go ahead and wait in the bedroom while I go wash up, okay? I'll be there in a minute."

When you entered the room, the boys were lazily making out in the middle of the bed. They were so invested in the moment that they didn't even hear you come in. You took a second to admire them. The way Stevie gently trailed his fingers through Buck's hair. How Bucky let his hands roam over Steve's shoulders. You could feel the love and adoration they had for each other flow off them and that warm, cloudy feeling nestled right in the pit of your stomach. There was no one else you'd rather explore this side of yourself with.

"Like what you see, Doll."

Bucky's voice pulled you from your thoughts. You didn't answer, instead, you just gave him a lovesick smile as you walked over to join them on the bed.

"You okay, hun?" Steve asked when you sat down. gently grabbing your hand and stroking your palm with his thumb.

"You guys really love each other, don't you?"

They looked at one another before turning back to you.

"Yeah, we do," Buck said "We love you just as much, though."

You gave him another lovesick smile before planting a kiss on his lips. The kiss slowly got more heated. You felt Steve's warm hand caressing your thigh, making you pull back from Bucky to give Stevie some love.

The situation got more and more heated by the second. kisses were planted, clothes came off and before long the three of you were a hot naked mess, tangled together on the large mattress.

"Just tell us when it's too much, okay?"

You took a deep breath.

"I wanna try it...but not all the way. Not yet."

"How about we start with tongue stuff? Maybe a finger if you feel like it?" Bucky proposed.

"Sounds good." You happily agreed.

As promised, you started off slow.

Steve kissed down your body. He started with your neck, taking his time around your breasts before he kissed over your tummy and arrived where he usually stopped, but not today. Today he finally went lower.

He settled in between your legs, putting his large hands under your hips to raise you up slightly. He put a pillow under your butt to help you stay in that position.

He placed some wet kisses on both of your inner thighs, but before he moved further south he looked up one more time.

"Green, orange, red. Okay, baby?" he said, looking you straight in the eyes so he knew you understood.

"Green, orange, red. I'm good, Stevie." You nodded.

That was the last thing he needed, before finally diving in.

He decided to start with your pussy. Partly because he wanted to get you relaxed and warmed up first, and partly because he just couldn't resist.

"Hmmm, Stevie!" You moaned, immediately tangling your fingers in his dirty-blond locks.

Bucky had moved to lay beside you, placing kisses on your neck and playing with your breasts. You felt his hard cock nudge against your side so you decided to help him out a bit. Softly stroking his cock as Steve continued to eat you out.

"Oh fuck, Doll! Such a sweetheart, huh? My sweet baby." Bucky cooed as you kept pleasuring him.

With the anticipation of what was yet to come coursing through your veins and the sight of your two naked supersoldiers hot and heavy in your bed, it didn't take long for your orgasm to start approaching.

"m' getting close, Stevie," you whined

Steve replaced his tongue with his thumb, continuing to rub slow circles on your clit.

You didn't have time to complain about the loss of his mouth on your core, because suddenly you felt a wet, hot lick.

Only this time it was somewhere else.

"Fuck." you moaned, taken aback by your body's response to the simple gesture.

"Good?" Steve asked

"Yes! Yeah, fuck, good, yes, green! More, Steve!" You rambled, desperate to feel more of what you just felt.

Steve chuckled before returning his attention to your hole. Properly starting to eat out your ass this time as his thumb kept rubbing circles over your clit.

"S' that feel good, baby?" Bucky mumbled in your ear

"Hmm yeah, yes! Feels so good, really good." You babbled, continuing to stroke Bucky's dripping cock as he started teasing your nipples again.

"Shit, Stevie, Buck, please don't stop!" you whined as you got closer and closer to tumbling over the edge.

The combination of Steve passionately eating out your ass while Bucky moaned in your ear from the pleasure you were simultaneously giving him was almost too much.

And just when you thought you couldn't take any more pleasure, you felt a soft, warm pressure against your asshole.

You looked down to see Steve, completely and utterly focused on your body, slipping a long, thick finger inside you.

It felt tighter than when he fingered your pussy. Different. Not necessarily worse or anything, just different.

All you knew is that it turned you on immensely.

It was strange because you were so used to having your pussy touched. That's where all the good stuff was. And he was so close, yet not hitting any of the spots you usually wanted him to. It was kinda frustrating, but that also made your body feel tingly in a whole different way.

He was touching you where you had never been touched before. It felt intimate yet so filthy. Kind of taboo.

Oh god.

He started moving his finger.

Slowly pumping in and out of you.

You knew he was looking at you. Looking at that part of you. At his finger slowly slipping in and out of your tight little hole.

You were feeling lots of things. Your mind was reeling.

Intimacy. Embarrassment. Love. Filth.

Was it getting hotter in here? Because you could swear you started running a fever about 3minutes ago.

You could vaguely feel the pressure of his finger inside your ass transferring through your walls and hitting your g-spot.

God, he was inside of you. Really inside your body. In a way no one had ever been.

As your grip tightened around Bucky's throbbing dick, he started moaning louder against your neck.

Every now and then Steve placed kisses on your thighs. But when he noticed both you and Buck climbing closer to the edge, he decided to go in for the big finish.

Steve's tongue found its way back to your clit and his hand reached for Bucky's balls while you still stroked his cock.

"FUCK STEVE!" You screamed "M'cumming!!!" You saw white as your bubble of pleasure finally exploded.

"Ah shit!! Good girl Good fucking girl!!" Bucky yelled out. "Make a mess on his hand, baby. Bet he can feel your tight little ass squeezing."

The two loves of his life touching him while wrapped up in a ball of pleasure, combined with his own filthy words pushed Bucky over the edge as well. He moaned out both of your names as he shot his hot, sticky release all over your tummy and your side.

After a few seconds of heavy breathing, Steve helped you and Bucky calm down. Softly snuggling in between the both of you and caressing your soft skin.

"You are both so pretty." Stevie cooed. "How was that, baby?"

"Really nice." You sighed with a happy, satisfied smile on your face.

"How about you Stevie? Gonna let us take care of you now?" Bucky suggested with a smirk.

"I uhm...I'm good..." Steve replied, his face glowing in embarrassment. You didn't really understand what he was so shy about, until you noticed the big wet stain on the sheets at the bottom of the bed....

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[bizarrebird]

Time for fluff week aaaahhhhh!!! I’m not going to have the most time to write this week, but I’m going to try to at least do a prompt of two and any I don’t get to, I’ll definitely try to write later on. Beneath the cut is my list of ‘will do’s, ‘maybe’s, and ‘will not do’s. Like with my angst war post, anyone who wants a few more prompts, go ahead and like this and I’ll try to send some!

Will Do’s

Tucker centric

Blue team bonding

Reds and Blues found family stuff in general

Anything with Junior

Lieutenants stuff (shippy or gen, kinda ship them all together in various combos so whatever goes but bitttersmith is my fave)

Any Tucker ship especially tuckington, lucker, tuckalina, chucker, yucker, or mucker (only exception is tucklix, idk how to make that fluffy)

Stuff between s13 and 15

AUs (my existing ones or new ones)

Anything to do with Chorus

Everybody lives Freelancer stuff

Yorkimbalina

Any ship I’ve written before or, if you know me, I’ve expressed interest in (luckington, yuckalina, northnut etc)

Continuations of anything I’ve written before

Maybes

Grimmons

Grif centric

Locus centric (might be kinda hard to go fluffy here, but I’ll do my best)

BGC era stuff

Church centric

Wash centric

AI stuff

Post s15 things

Freelancer era stuff

Chex

Will Not Do

Tucklix (just don’t know how to make it fluffy sorry!)

Lolix and locington (again very hard for me to go fluffy here)

Nork and norkington (these ships just personally aren’t my cup of tea so I’d prefer not to)

Anything against the rules (non con, underage, incest etc)

Docnut (just not something I’m very familiar with writing so idk how it would turn out anyway)

Abusive relationships

Honestly anything with Felix (I can’t write him fluffy, just not gonna work)

If there’s something you wanna send that’s kinda between the lines here, as long as it’s not on my No list, I’ll probably give it a try!

[indigoimpulse]

Newmoon- 16 for the I love you prompt!! You can pick whether it's an angsty or fluffy way!! c:

djajsbdjdkd sorry this took so long to respond to b i was trying to fgure out whether i wanted it to be angsty or fluffy

it’s under the cut if anyone is actually interested

spoiler it’s fluff. i hate putting myself through the pain of angst especially if it’s one of my self ships

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‘oi, get up.’ i squatted above newt, nudging his midsection with my boot and rolling my eyes when he opened his halfway, looking somehow endearing.

'just a few more minutes…’

i huffed. 'a few more minutes my ass. get out of bed or you’ll miss breakfast.’

a sleepy smirk crawled up his lips.

'nah.’ newt grabbed my arm and pulled me onto the mattress to lie next to him. i protested briefly, sighing his name overdramatically until he wrapped his arms around my torso and it was obvious there was no way i was getting up.

'my food’s waitin’ for me, asshole.’ i grumbled, trying not to sound too unkind. Morning Newt was sensative to insults, but this morning he sussed my attempts were futile and somewhat insincere.

'minho’ll have eaten it all anyway, don’t kid yourself.’ newt mumbled into my back. the movement of his lips against my skin tickled and i arched my back, squealing. sensing he was onto something, newt pulled me closer and blew raspberries up and down my back. 

'goddamnit, asshole! s-top-’ i choked back laughter, letting a string of curses fly. tutting, newt put a hand over my mouth.

'tsk tsk tsk. and we were doin’ so well on the no-swears ban, too.’ he pretended to check a calender on the wall, his playful grin turned mocking. 'what was it, two weeks? come on, face me.’ newt grabbed me by the shoulder with his free hand and spun me round on my back to look at him dead in the eye.

his hand still over my mouth, asked me condescendingly 'are you sorry that you called me all manners of things that no ass in this glade would like to hear come out of a gentlelady such as yourself?’

pfft, no, i thought. but playing along with newt’s little games was fun so i begrudgingly nodded. and then, in a half-asleep and hungry burst of love, i tilted my head forward and kissed the palm of his hand. startled, newt pulled away, but not before i saw how red he had gone. gosh, how adorable… my insides bloomed thinking about it.

'god… you always make me blush so goddamn much.’ he mumbled, almost incoherently, as he grabbed me and pulled me right up close to him so our chests were touching. he smelt warm and sleepy and like the outdoors, and i melted.

'say somethin’ else to make me blush. i’m in the mood for bein’ pampered.’ he admitted, placing a quick peck on the tip of my nose. i laughed in response and racked my brains for the sappiest shit i could spew at him.

'well… first second i saw ya, i couldn’t get over how beautiful you were. i was scared an’ all set to land one in my pants, but somehow i thought 'that one there? he’s mine.“ i exhaled, closing my eyes and casting myself to the day i came up in the box. i was terrified out of my wits, breaths choking up in my throat and blood pounding in my head but some force of magic meant that the most charming and handsome boy in the entire world had been sent to be trapped in the same hell as me. 'that first smile ya shot my way … i didn’t know donkey’s ass about love and i still don’t, but you were the one.’

newt’s pupils dilated as he let out a strange, strangled half-shriek and hid his face from me, burying it in the pillow. 

'oh my goodness, you’re too cute.’ i started playing with his hair. 'i love you so much.’

'i love you more, you shit.’ newt grumbled, his supposed 'acclamation of love’ muffled by the pillow. 'aaaahhhhh…. i love you. i love you i love you i love you iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou-’

my stomach dipped, and i felt myself heating up. unfortunately, newt had already played the 'avoid eye contact with significant other’ card and bagged all the pillow space. 'alright, slim it. you’re makin’ me blush now.’ i muttered, shaking my head a little and smiling crookedly. wanting to see me vulnerable in order to have a chance to gloat, newt lifted his head up.

'ah, look at ya, bein’ all cute and not an asshole for once. want to come out to breakfast and show everyone you’re mine?’ he grinned, his eyes and nose crinkling cutely. resigned, i relaxed my body and let my limbs flop on the mattress.

'ya said yourself minho would’ve eaten my portion anyway. besides, i’d rather stay with you here and cuddle.’

chuckling, newt threw out a spare arm to grab the duvet and lay it across our tangled bodies. he pressed a long kiss on my forehead and murmured against my skin.

'i reckon i like your plan better, darlin’.’

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this is literally for self indulgent purposes which is why it’s badly written but eh. we cuddled and embarrassed newt appeared so that’s good enough for me

[andyfrills]

Andy’s FanFic Log 28/02/2017

Hello again! This log is a bit shorter than the last since I was away for my cousin’s wedding on the weekend. But I felt the log was at a good point to post, so here we are anyway! Btw I don’t think I mentioned this last time, but feel free to shriek at me about how wonderful fics are/yell at me to read a certain thing. Both are good icebreakers in my opinion and are most welcome in my ask box~!

Fic Count: 20 Fandoms this Log: Yuri!!! on Ice, Voltron

Now onto the customary warnings before we get into it~

I end up reading a lot of random shit. Until I’m a bit more comfortable I might censor a few things out, but there will be explicit fics, darker themes, crazy plots, and insane ships amongst all the sugar and fluff I find around the place. So the really important thing is to carefully read the warnings that I occasionally give & that are on the fic itself, and back away if it’s not for you.

Other posts in this little series can be found under the read fanfiction tag on my page~

Alright! Here we go~!

Yuri!!! on Ice

play that song again, ‘cause we were in love by Piyo13 Words: 1.1k, Rating: Teen, Status: Complete Relationship(s): ChulaCometti (Phichit/Christophe), Victuuri (Viktor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki), Unrequited Vichris & Phichuuri “Of course you are,” Chris replies smoothly. “We’re their best friends and their best men, and look at them. It’d be a crime not to be happy for them.” Phichit raises his eyebrows at the change in person. “So,” he says. “Like recognizes like?”

Very Versatile by Marks Words: 1.8k, Rating: Mature, Status: Complete Relationship(s): ChulaCometti The one where Phichit is really observant when it comes to everything and also Christophe, and Ciao Ciao probably steals a whole tray of mini-pizzas. ~ Not entirely sure of my thoughts on this one. But I kind of liked it, so someone else might enjoy it too.

Now, Take My Hands (Come On) by mintables Words: 3.8k, Rating: No Rating (Mature imo for some sexy times), Status: Complete Relationship(s): ChulaCometti (Along with mentions of other pairs) It begins, as most things in their lives do, at the banquet. Or, Phichit isn’t sure when he began falling for Chris, but maybe he was there the whole time. ~ This is amazing and beautiful! I almost couldn’t stop myself from crying at the fluff. <333</i>

Oh My God, Finally by Halrloprillalar (prillalar) Words: 1.7k, Rating: Explicit, Status: Complete Relationship(s): ChulaCometti, Victuuri At the GPF post-banquet after-party, Chris and Phichit do a little roleplay. ~ The rp was much implemented much better than I was anticipating, but I’m not sure how I feel about the ending. In any case it was still well done so someone else might enjoy it.

Unexpected and Eager by novocaine_sea Words: 3.6k, Rating: Explicit, Status: Complete Relationship(s): ChulaCometti (Anyone guess by now what tag I’ve been going through?) Now that Victor was off with Yuuri, Christophe really had nobody to have fun with after hours. “Christophe!” A cheerful voice called from behind him, almost as if on cue. Christophe turned, champagne flute still twisting in hand. Phichit Chulanont was heading his way with a bright smile on his face. Maybe this banquet wouldn’t be so boring after all. ~ A very sweet lemon~ <3</i>

Liquid Courage by vivaldis_lover Words: 1.5k, Rating: G, Status: Complete Relationship(s): ChulaCometti It’s Phichit’s turn to get drunk at the banquet, but unfortunately for Chris, no pole dancing is involved this year. He will get his reward for taking care of the young skater, though. ~ Just a little bit of drunken fluff <3</i>

Anything Could Happen by Creepikat Words: 7.1k, Rating: Teen, Status: Complete Relationship(s): ChulaCometti, Victuuri, Leo de la Iglasia/Ji Guang-Hong (I have no clue what their ship name is, but they are so cute~~) After two years Viktor and Yuuri finally get married. They rent a Hotel near Detroit, in a beautiful and snowy place. Everyone’s here. The future husbands are idiots. Phichit is a best man. Christophe too. And somehow he’s even more dashing than usual. This is gonna be a merry mess. ~ I love relationship establishing fics like this~ I really love when things like this are continued (alas this is not) but this initial type of fluff gives me life. <33</i>

A Sequence for You by wisia Words: 4.7k, Rating: Teen, Status: Wip Relationship(s): Victuuri Yuuri Katsuki retired from ice skating without any medals or breaking any records. It’s fine. He couldn’t have made it anyway. So, why was Victor Nikiforov asking him to be his coach? ~ This seems like a good roll reversal so far. I think it’ll be interesting to see where it goes.

fire on ice by indianchai Words: 11k, Rating: Teen, Status: Wip Relationship(s): Victuuri All figure skaters were water users. Never in the history of the sport was there professional ice skater that didn’t have water as their elemental affinity. Katsuki Yuri had a well-guarded secret that he can’t have anyone find out about. ~ This is amazing! I love fantasy and mystic type things, so this is right up my alley. Can’t wait to read more!

Remedy by Ishxallxgood Words: 1.8k, Rating: Not Rated (G? Maybe just above for the feels), Status: Complete Relationship(s): Victuuri Those 48 hours these two spent apart were the worst. Viktor finds comfort from that gaping hole in his soul via one Hiroko Katsuki, who loves him as much as she loves her own son. And Yuuri, well Viktor is his remedy, always and forever. ~ A really beautiful hurt/comfort fic <3 Have I mentioned this is a songfic btw?</i>

Turn Backwards on Go by inkwellofstars Words: 5.3k, Rating: Not Rated (G), Status: Wip Relationship(s): Victuuri In which Yuuri and Victor, happily married and retired, find themselves thrown into the past and proceed to mess with everyone. ~ This is a bit of fun, unlike most of the time travel aus which are filled with angst. Can’t wait to see how the two of them are going to continue to mess with everyone!

Only You by quesadiaz Words: 27k, Rating: Teen, Status: Wip Relationship(s): Victuuri In the year 2021, Victor Nikiforov, retired professional figure skater and Number One Husband, steps into a taxi to make his way home from the grocery store, arm full of vegetables and fruits to bring home to his beautiful husband and loyal old dog. A sharp sound and a blur of color is the only warning before Victor wakes up in the year 2016, sitting in a first class seat on an ascending airplane headed for Fukuoka, Japan. ~ I’m mostly enjoying this. A large part of me is just like “I hope everything will be okay T^T” This is also from Yuuri’s pov, a companion fic is going to be released when this one is done.

Gods of Circumstance by Ritequette Words: 15k, Rating: Mature, Status: Wip Relationship(s): Victuuri During his Free Program at the 2016 Barcelona Grand Prix Finals, Yuuri suffers a freak equipment malfunction and falls, hitting his head on the ice.When he wakes up, surprisingly not dead, he finds himself in the last place he expected… the 2015 Sochi Grand Prix Finals. Again.~ Aaaahhhhh, this is an amazing time travel fic! So much feeling! I really want to see how it unfolds.

Dancing Daffodils by greyclouds Words: 40k, Rating: Mature, Status: Wip Relationship(s): Victuuri  "As Love gently wipes away the tears that trail down his cheeks something within Victor quakes, its tremors resonating throughout his entire being like a deafening echo.  He is in the arms of a god.“ A god falls for a man. ~ I’m really enjoying this one!

I have no heart, for you long ago stole it by exile_wrath Words: 4k, Rating: G, Status: Complete Relationship(s): Victuuri In which Eros, one of the six gods of love, falls for a mortal who thinks he’s unlovable. Or in which Yuuri goes to the Temple of Eros to plea for help and ends up being courted by the god himself instead. ~ An interesting fic to say the least. I kinda wish it went on for longer, just so we could see some more development.

On My Love by RikoJasmine Words: 48k, Rating: Teen, Status: Wip Relationship(s): Victuuri Yuuri often thinks of his life as Before and After Viktor Nikiforov, the marking point being the day Viktor swept into his life and turned his world upside-down. After many years together, an accident leads to Yuuri suddenly waking up in the Before—back in Detroit, before the GPF, before he ever knew Viktor as anything other than his childhood idol. As if it had all been just a dream. ~ Holy shit this fic. I’ve cried a couple of times with it already and I’m really looking forward to reading more! <3</i>

Voltron

An Everglow Feeling by BleuSarcelle Words: 3.4k, Rating: Teen, Status: Wip Relationship(s): Klance (Keith/Lance) The one where Lance acquires magic healing powers for being the first human to be inside a cry-pod and it turns out to be a dangerous thing, especially when said abilities are connected with his energy life force and Keith’s bleeding on his arms. ~ This is good! I’m looking forward to seeing where it goes~!

The Hundred Dollar Bill by AQuinton Words: 7.1k, Rating: G, Status: Complete Relationship(s): Klance, Shallura (Shiro/Allura) Shiro convinced Keith to participate in a date auction for charity and now he has to go on a date with Lance. Lots of fluff and ridiculous text conversations ensue. ~ Very, very cute and fluffy~! I was grinning and loving it the whole way through. <33</i>

Roar by CrzyFun Words: 8.7k, Rating: G, Status: Wip Relationship(s): Blue Lion/Red Lion (Well, that was strange to type - no others so far) Lance met them while surfing just off the coast of Cuba. Hunk met him while helping out at his mothers’ restaurant. Pidge met her while solving puzzles with her brother. Shiro met him after leading his soccer team to victory. Keith… Well, Keith had always known her. Which is why he was completely unsurprised to find out the cats were more than they seemed. ~ Interesting concept and a nice fic so far.

Objects in Motion (When Unbalanced) by Mytay Words: 37k, Rating: Teen, Status: Complete Relationship(s): Klance Lance and Keith are constantly being mistaken for a couple. Lance is highly offended. Keith is quietly outraged. Pidge decides if she can’t have peace, then she can write an epic scientific dissertation on the romantic failings of two exceptionally dense paladins. ~ Very nicely written, well paced, and cute. It left me with a rather contented feeling, and it’s definitely one I’d recommend over and over. <3</i>