#fluff ?

[etherealkdy]

[02:37] gamerboyfriend!jeno whips his headset at you, effectively hitting you in the head, when you tell him to go to sleep.

[mrs-chonk]

When ur at 600 words but you barely even started the fic ...

sevika x reader , you will be released to the public soon ,, I PINKY SWEAR

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A/N : I wasn't creative enough to name people :')

As if the breakup wasn't bad. As if he and his ex weren't best friends. As if he can't meet them. They were still in the same school. Except for Gojo, Nanami and Megumi and Nobara didn't know about all this. Even Sukuna because now they were separate bodies and not in the same body and shit. He even met her outside and ran up to her without a second thought. [not that his friends are clueless same for Gojo, Nanami and Sukuna-] “C’mon, please. For old time’s sake?” Itadori pleaded, his eyes sad as they looked at their former partner. “I’m not asking for a date. I’m just asking to hang out as friends.” [Not his friends being like bish what-] She stared at Itadori, biting their lip as their heart twisted. She wanted that date. They wanted Itadori back so badly. But…he had moved on now. He was with someone else. “Sure.” “R-really?” Itadori asked, eyes widening in relief and surprise at her compliance. “Yeah,” she mumbled, turning away from them as they fought back to blink back tears. She missed Itadori so much… “Just as friends.” “Of course. As friends.” “As friends.” BONUS: Panda stood in the background of this, fuming. “CAN YOU TWO JUST MAKE UP AND MAKE OUT ALREADY.”

[ardently-fond]

Kisses

“Scared, Potter?”

“You wish.” Draco grins as Harry answers with as much confident that he has, even though it’s crystal clear that the Chosen One is quite nervous.

“Then kiss me.”

Harry settles gingerly on Draco’s lap, face basically two inches from the blond boy, his knees digging into the sofa as Draco’s hands move to circle Harry’s waist. The grey orbs, once again, captivate the green, not challenging, for once Draco strives for reassuring. Harry can’t quite move his gaze from the boy in front tof him –the sharp jaw, the high cheekbones, the pointy chin, the slender long pale throat, sharp grey eyes, pink lucious lips –they are just another feature to add to his good look, another thing that sharpen his beauty. Harry sighs softly, his breath warming Draco’s cupid bow. Draco looks gorgeous from the close distance.

“Are you sure?” Harry asks quietly, wanting to make sure Draco knows what he’s doing, and yet at the same time wanting to pull himself out of this awkward, embarassing situation. Harry drops his gaze to Draco’s chest, refusing to look at him as he can feel his cheeks and ears redden immensely. Suddenly he can feel fingers on his chin, forcing him to once again stare at Draco.

“I have never been more certain about anything in my life.” Draco says just as quiet. “You’re the one in control. Kiss me.” He closes his eyes, relaxing his body into the sofa, giving Harry the complete control of his vulnerable state. Harry can leave, of course, but then, Harry can also stay and kiss Draco like he has been imagining for quite a long time. Merlin, help him. This is his first kiss, Draco’s the one that’s supposed to teach him on what to do, right? Oh Merlin’s tits, screw it, let’s just do this.

And so Harry lets his eyes flutter shut as he leans forward slowly, cautiously.

Wait. No, this won’t do. What if he leans and he can’t capture Draco’s lips? What if he closes his eyes and kisses Draco’s nose instead? Oh God, he’s going to be sick. Fuck, he can’t do this, not on his own. Draco can feel how the body above him goes so tense and rigid, and so he pops his left eye open.

“You okay?” Draco asks, a tinge of concern colors his voice. “We can stop, you know. It’s okay if you’re not ready.” Draco’s fingers that stays on Potter’s waist start making a soothing, calming circle.

“No, no, it’s okay. I’m fine. I can do this.” Draco rolls his eyes with a small smile.

“Ever the Gryffindor, Potter.” then he goes back to his relax stance, eyes closed, hands slotting home at Harry’s back.

This time Harry puts both of his palms on Draco, covering his jaw, neck, and some part of his cheeks. His thumb instinctively caressing Draco’s cheek softly, trying to convince himself that this will turn out not so badly. He wants to kiss him, this is his chance. He leans forward once again, letting his lips ghost over Draco’s lips for a few moment, collecting all the courage that he got in his body, until finally he closes his eyes and leans forward a little bit more, covering the lips of the other boy with his own. Harry kisses him gently, softly, cautiously. Draco’s lips move to kiss him back, just as soft, just as sweet.

Harry can feel what Draco wants him to understand. This is Draco Malfoy, as vulnerable as he can be, lying bare under the control of Harry Potter’s lips. Harry can feel Draco’s heartbeats gradually speeding up under his palm, he can feel how soft Draco’s blond locks sliding between his fingers, he can feel the fuzzy warmth blooming from the pit of his stomach, slowly wrapping him inside this warm cocoon that make him tingles from head to toe. The kiss is gentle, almost heart wrenchingly sweet as Draco’s lips moves leissurely under Harry’s, pliant as ever.

He can feel the smile blooming on Draco’s lips. He can taste the residue of firewhiskey just beneath his lips. He can feel the way their body melts into each other, just simply existing, just two souls simply imploring each other for something more.

But then suddenly he moves.

And then suddenly Draco moves, and so Harry’s world tilts on it’s axis, forcing Harry to understand that it was never gravity that holds him to his world.

The kiss suddenly take a sharp halt and then the table is turnt.

It is consuming. It feels like there’s a fire consuming Harry’s body, and Draco’s the only relief he can get from the heat. It feels like the world is fading into blurred lights, rapidly changing and yet the time never moves forward. It feels like being onslaught, rapidly assaulted by emotions that Harry might combust. It’s so overwhelming that Harry feels like he might not survive from the kiss and every emotions that attacks him right now. It feels like suddenly nothing else matter beside kissing Draco’s lips –not even breathing, Draco is his oxygen. Harry can feel Draco’s hands trapping his jaw, his fingers settling at the nape of Harry’s neck. His glasses fogs up and squeezes deep into his face, until suddenly it’s gone, being thrown somewhere on the floor. Harry can feel Draco’s lucious lips beneath his–demanding, coaxing, teasing, relentlessly taking everything that Harry can give and at the same time giving more than what Harry can take. Draco kisses like he flies –firm, strong, elegant. He’s graceful, he’s relentless, he’s free as a bird when he flies. That’s what kissing Draco feels like –free. So free that Harry can no longer differentiate reality as Draco’s kisses keep blurring the edge of Harry’s pheripheral vision, making Draco as the only concrete object for Harry to hold on.

The heady feelings, the divine taste of Draco’s lips, the shy pleads from his tongue, the warmth he emanates from his body just completely consume Harry as he tries to cling to reality, as he tries to not lose himself under the mere spell of Draco’s lips. And yet, little did he knows that Draco is not in a different situation. They are both consumed by their passion, they are both just a mere particle that will combust into nothingness in each other hand, a collateral beauty, a sight to behold as they collide and dissolve in raw passion. And so they try their hardest not to lose themselves under the wrap of each other fingers.

But the world just keeps spinning faster.

And time keeps fading into an abstract concept.

And so Harry, for once, gives in to the boy underneath him.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Until The Slytherin Prince becomes the death of The Boy Who Lived Twice.

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Is it weird that I don't really get what fluff is ? Or like if im writing it ?

[lunattik-12]

“It´ll be ok”

[magiimagines]

Can I get a scenario where judar is injured or he's hurt like after he fought Aladdin and his s/o scolds him but in the end is taking care of him fluff?

Judar

Judar hissed in pain as his s/o eased him down onto the bed. His s/o lightly tugged at the pillows under his back, letting him sit up more easily, but jostling him in the process.

“OWW! Be more careful will you?!” He yelled indignantly.

His gave him a glare which was sure to remind him that this was all his fault. HE was the one that refused to pull back. HE was the one who pushed himself past his limits. HE was the one who started the fight in the first place! Now he was (more or less) a living bruise and his s/o refused to take any of the blame. 

Of course they tended to his needs, albeit a tad more forcefully than they needed to be, but Judar was stubborn and wouldn’t learn otherwise. They pulled him forward by the shoulders, leaning his torso against theirs as they tried to pull his shirt off without hitting too many of his bruises. 

Judar was littered in deep purple marks and gashes. Thankfully none of the wounds were deep, but they would surely sting with every touch. His s/o’s anger softened. This was going to hurt, even if they were gentle.

Warning him, Judar’s s/o put their hand in his. They instructed him to squeeze it as hard as he needed while they apply ointment to his woulds. Coating the tip of their finger, Judar’s s/o tenderly applied it to the first gash.

Judar yelled. He yelled so loud that the entire palace was sure to have heard him. Squeezing his s/o’s hand as hard as he could, he swore at them, but they continued down his back until they reached the last injury. They eased him back onto the pillow, his cursing quieted into a mild but persistent grumbling.

Thankfully, Judar’s front was in much better shape. A few gashes on his arms and one on on his cheek. His s/o applied the ointment to his arms and Judar yelled less. Either they were getting better at treating him, or he was being less of a baby. Whichever it was, both appreciated it.

Only the cut on Judar’s cheek remained. Judar braced himself for the last sting…but it didn’t come. Instead, he felt his s/o’s soft lips against his cheek.

“A kiss to make it better” they said sweetly.

Judar almost smiled, letting his guard down before his s/o quick dabbed his cheek with ointment, making him reel back with a hiss. His s/o had to resist breaking down into laughter at the face he gave them, scrunching his nose in utter contempt.