#fluff???

[y0url0cal-idi0t]

July 5th, 1958.

Time: 12:04 PM

Setting: Bowers's Farm.

Weather: Storms rolling in

Hennessy 'Henley' Bowers sat with Bip and Bop, sighing. Bip was nibbling on her fingers, and Bop was asleep in her lap. Regina 'Snatch' Huggins sat next to her, chewing idly on a cherry lollipop, scratching at her legs with sharp nails painted a navy blue.

Victoria 'Vicky' Criss sat on a fencepost, unlike her friends, who were seated on the ground. Victoria absentmindedly rotated a splint that was on her left pinky finger, medical tape stretching in protest.

She'd sprained it in the Rock War, then later broke it after she picked up a cup too hard that same day. She tossed her long black ponytail back over her shoulder, shaking her head. Damn Losers. Her pretty head started hurt just thinking about it.

A dog barked somewhere in the distance. Henley's mind briefly flashed back to Mr. Chips. Bustling the pigs off her lap, she stood. Taking Regina's lollipop out of her mouth, she sucked on it, tilting her head in thought. Then, she turned towards her girls, voice soft as the oncoming droplets of rain.

"Girls," she began, handing the lollipop back to Regina, who sucked on it again, "let's go for a walk." She suggested, but really demanded, and without waiting for an answer, nor stopping to feel for oncoming rain, she began walking.

As always, though, her girls were right behind her, like puppies unable to be shaken off. This was not one of Henley's concerns; her girls were always right behind her and would be until their deaths in August.

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July 5th, 1958.

Time: 12:57 PM

Setting: Denbrough Residence

Weather: Pouring Rain

Wilma 'Billie' Denbrough tossed a baseball at the wall of the her bedroom, letting it bounce back into her hand before repeating the motion. Rachel sat with her, smoking cigarettes and drawing on the foggy windows in Billie's bedroom with her pointer finger.

The rain thudded hard against the windows, rapping like an angry knock. Rachel put her chin in her palm as she stared out at the harsh weather. Her big heart felt sorry for someone, if anyone, had to walk in that.

As she thought idly, listening to a soft thud and Billie's 'ow!' in the background, she saw movement. Three figures, tall, two with long black hair, the third with dirty blonde hair styled in a way that reminded Rachel of Marilynn Monroe. They were jogging through the rain, looking around. The blonde had a hat pulled down, covering her eyes. They looked around a bit. One, wearing a little skirt and a pink leather motorcycle jacket noticed the house in the distance.

Seemingly without thinking, she gestured to her friends, and then started rushing towards the front door.

A few seconds later, Billie sat up to the sound of a knock on the wooden door, and the angry yell of Henley Bowers, "LET US IN!"

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Okay so I was drawing while listening to ‘Would You Fall in Love with Me Again’ from Epic and I just remembered that Tech is basically immortal and would likely outlive everyone. What if Rev dies and reincarnates, meeting and falling in love with Tech in every lifetime

Imagine this version of Rev has always felt that something was missing in his life, his dreams filled with visions of a strange coyote that he had never met. When he sees Tech in a coffee shop (Tech probably retired after the next gen of Loonatics took over), he feels drawn to him like a magnet (ha. Pun.). When Rev approaches him and tries to talk to him, he’s talking rapidly (not as fast as before but still as dorky and all over the place) but Tech immediately knows it’s his mate.

Tech had spent years by himself, mourning the one roadrunner that drove him crazy. He hoped that maybe, just maybe, he could see Rev one more time, love him once again. And now here he was, years later and still the same idiot as always. The wait was finally over.

… I am not okay-

Also I’m kinda making a rough animatic(I think???) with this song and TechRev. I used to animate when I was younger, Loonatics makes me wanna get back into it

[innocent-cat]

You wanted NSFW? here you go. Percy kinks and Headcanons, go!

I'd love to!! Minors DNI. Or don't, I literally cant stop you lol

Percival De rolo x Reader Head canons

Warnings - Sexual themes

"Attraction of a Bloomed and Robust Carnation.", Percy x Reader

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He 100% tries to take it slow with you until you've told him it's okay to go fast

First few times? as romantic as it gets

Makes sure you're as comfortable as possible

"Pillow?" "Need a break?" "You alright?"

buzzes in your ear like a fly trying to make sure he's not hurting you

OF COURSE, after a few months of easing into your intimate parts of your relationship, you guys get a little rougher.

or. he gets rougher.

He 100% will hold your hands above your head with one hand and your leg up with the other

Being an inventor, he obviously has you test toys for him.

He loves watching you squirm when he's burying himself in you, or when you use the toys in front of him.

Of course, traveling in a group as your only constant, you guys have to be quiet, so there'll be the occasional "Suck on my fingers while I fuck your brains out" moment between the two of you so Vox Machina doesn't pretend you two don't exist for the next day or so

Fidgeting with his gun all the time, his finger game, HAS to be on point bro

playing you languorously like delicate strands to a violin he can and will make you finish on his fingers

will make eye contact with you while he licks his fingers off

he knows where the clit is, so, you're welcome for that

but if ur not a girl ignore that

the gunslinger is a chest guy because I said so

or thigh

he just loves your body, so everything counts

just esp your chest

Loves cockwarming.

He'll have you on him while he works at his desk, grunting at your occasional adjustment and dropping on him

Generally just loves the closeness of it, though

sweet Percy at heart

then, of course, he'll occasionally flip you over and practically ram you into the fucking workbench

occasional mask play,, if you asked

He'd use the silly little Plague Doctor mask duh

Definitely thought it was weird at first

it grew on him

a lot

Since you're the only one he let's in his workshop without knocking, there are often times where your little bursts of sexual intent occur

Like. You'll be throat deep on him and he'll just be working on a repair/upgrade on his gun

You don't move much on him though, he wouldn't be able to work on his gun otherwise

Definitely the type of guy to tuck his face into your neck while u gripped his back, whispering how good you are when you're about to snap

"Thats right.. just like that, dear."

"You're so gorgeous.."

"Fuck.. so good for me."

He also enjoys having his hair played with

Feel free to tug it when he's going down on you

he'll be so into it i swear

Oh, and he'll definitely drop a joke or two balls deep in you just to make sure the atmosphere isn't awkward and he didn't know

"Soooo.. how's the weather..?"

"Percy, wha-what the fuck??"

of course the both of you were giggling about it for a long time after

[thebluespacecow]

Just-just listen, okay? This is nothing, nothing at all. It’s not in character, or driven, or anything, but it still is. So, have it. Have my Izuku Midoriya (kind of)xReader blurb. (It was written in a car.) -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------                                   

You belong in seaside castles with wast, silent ballrooms. Sounds of the shore spilling into large, open windows. Your skin adorned with silvers and pearls, draped in linens.

Not here. Not in plain smothering meeting rooms with people who'll never see beyond your surface. Not with your elbows scraped raw, knees bloody and aching, having witnessed and done things you will never speak of outside of low murmurs in debriefings.

Fuck. Izuku thinks.

He doesn’t belong with you ether. Not in his office or on rooftops sharing little bits of yourselves over sweats and coffees he insisted you try. Not in his glass house, not quite a home, not in the one you speak about having back in your country. He shouldn't get to see it, not it's ancient doors and dented stone steps, not the soft and tender parts of yourself you must hold and leave there.

 Then why did you let him witness and handle some little, aching bit of your soul in the palms of his hands? Why did you wrap your fingers along his as they trembled, as if your eyes hadn't gone red and glassy by simply doing so? Why is he the one splayed along the arm of your couch, laughing with you into the quiet of night, something warm and fluttering filling his gut?

You are greatness and grace, an electrifying power hidden along the marrow in your bones. All wrapped in the wonder of knowing you, how your eyes feel tracing the non-existent pattern of his freckles. Eternally busy, at least he wishes you were. Maybe then you couldn't turn him stupid with a quirk of the corner of your lips, amused or questioning, it doesn’t matter.

You blur at the edges, in the morning sun, between his fingers. Some part of you feels uncharted and yet still like something intimately known, like a sea of winking starts.

He imagines your water's warm, soft like milk, on his calves, staining his pants. He imagines you're warm and soft too, as is, not draped in linens and silks or infused with the sun. But just as you are, blood and bones, and greatness, held at your seams together with skin.

Would you let him? Hold, touch you. He thinks. Would you let him learn your softness? Burrow some bit of himself next to the parts of you that hurt, ache in their tenderness, the same as him. Press his forehead to yours like a bunny saying sorry, apologizing for simply being someone you know, at your feet, in your home, staring up at you as if compelled to by your sky’s.

Somehow, you've come to occupy the little cracks and spaces of himself he wasn't even aware were empty.

[airjemsfandump]

Working on 2 more ZayRaf fics (and four other WIPs, lol)🫰✨

[tadpolesonalgae]

I’m sorry… but are you writing… fluff😨?? Just kidding lol I love the fluff you’re writing. It kinda through me for a loop cause I’m so use to seeing you write some good ass smut. But I’m loving this fluff you are feeding us.

I get where you are coming from with dogs needing to go outside at the worst times. I have 2 dogs that will literally take off my blankets to get me out of bed to let them outside 😐😐

I know!! Curveballs are being thrown left, right, and centre!!

I did actually write some Nessian smut yesterday which is a sequel to Good Things Come In Threes (which I haven’t posted yet so spoilers???) So I’ve got some fun things queued up for you all, don’t worry!!

And I am so sorry about your dogs dragging you out of bed 😭

Dogs are so lovely, and so sweet, and so adorable but sometimes it would just be nice to be allowed to sleep through the night 🧡💛

(I say that, but I’m internally sighing with happiness at the thought of having two dogs—and also laughing very hard at the idea of your dogs pulling back your blankets and slipping on your shoes to get you to let them out in a Disney-like way)

[shineoko]

“Your Highness”

As you walked outside into the market to accompany you mother to sell apples a crowd of gasps and compliments flood your ears. Before you lies a gigantic crowd of people who live in your village.You wonder who so many people are crowded infront of your house but you somehow manage to peek over a few heads to see the crowned prince of the neighbouring kingdom on a horse surrounded by 2 bulky guards in the classic silver armour. You squint your eyes and take a step forward to see what he could be doing sat still for so long before you see your mother offering him a bag of apples. ‘No way’ you think . You take a few steps forward as you rub your eyes somehow getting through the crowd as smooth as silk.

Once you’ve finished rubbing your eyes for a bit you find that you’ve gotten pretty close to the scene so you decided to do what you were supposed to do when you got out of your house and slid right next to your mother.

“And who might you be?” Prince Kun askes abruptly as he swiftly notices your sudden appearance.

“I’m her daughter, your highness.” You reply as you point at your mother but as you squeeze the 4 fingers shut you can feel a tad bit of sweat glazing your palms.

“I see…” Kun says as he looks away from you and back to whatever he was looking at before.

You let out a sigh of relief that you never knew you were holding once he orders a guard to talks the bag of apples as he pays you mother.

“You girl, your coming with me.” Kun instructs as he points to you. You look at your sides and then point at yourself “Yes you, who else would I be talking to.”

It takes a moment for you to process what he’s actually saying but he soon grows impatient.

“Don’t worry about you mother of your belongings, just come with me” he says slightly frustrated

You oblige only because you feel like he’s verbally cornering you and if you say no there might be consequences.

You follow his horse until you’re out of the village and into the wooded area. Along the way the guards seem to have disappeared.

“Sweetheart.” He says tauntingly and you are visibly taken aback by the new nickname, “I haven’t learned your name yet. Please enlighten me.”

“My name is y/n l/n your highness” you blurt out while looking down to you feet.

“Thank you” he takes a huff of air then begins “And please do drop the whole ‘your highness’, I don’t want my future wife to think that we’re not on the same level.”

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