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[ssupanova]

Cuddling sick!abby

Cuddling with Abby, and she’s engulfed in your arms.

Both legs tangled between one another, limbs loosely intertwined like you’ve done this a thousand times before.

You knew you shouldn’t be this close when she’s sick but her eyes were so soft, quietly pleading. And how could you say no to her? You never take these moments for granted. It took you to long to get her comfortable around you like this in the first place.

Her head rests peacefully on your chest, her breaths slow and even.Body heat from her fever diffuses between you, leaving a thin layer of sweat on your skin, but you don’t mind. Her flyaways stick gently to her forehead, .

With careful fingers, you undo her braid, letting her hair fall loose and free. Tenderly cradling her head in your hand, the other caressing her taut muscles, brushing the strands away from her face to see it in all its glory .

leaning down you press a gentle tender kiss to her temple witch causes her to shift, only slightly.

The world fades slowly after that. Her breathing, the soft weight of her against you, the stillness, it pulls you with her.

And soon, you also fall into rhythym of deep sleep yourself.

[marianne-in-wonder1and]

Fireworks and Malleus:

Tags: Fluff, romance, kissing

Twisted Wonderland:

It was finally New Year— the time to celebrate the beginning of a brand new year, as well as Lilia's (supposed) birthday! During New Year, Malleus and Lilia would often take a trip back to Briar Valley to look over things and celebrate Lilia's birthday, but this time, the two were at NRC since Lilia missed his club mates and other friends! Surely, a year away from Briar Valley wouldn't hurt, right?

So, this new year, he spent it with you on his lap, his arms wrapped around you as he idly stroked your hair after Lilia's birthday celebrations. Even the sight of you brought a smile to his face. Surrounded by his warm aura, you didn't even notice when you were pulled into dreamland. Not for long, though!

The sound of loud fireworks and the emptiness next to you woke you up, your eyes noticing Malleus standing at the terrace of his room, his sword clutched in his hands. Fireflies illuminated the area around him like fallen stars, his back towards you. As you made your way to him, you noticed his astonished expression. "Malleus?"

His lime eyes flicked to you, an ephemeral glint in them as he lowered his sheathed sword. "Child of Human. What's the matter?"

You softly scooted closer, looking at the beginning of the hour long firework show. "I noticed you weren't beside me when I had awoken, so I found you here and came to see you. Is everything alright?"

He looked away from your beautiful gaze, choosing to look at the glittering welkins above. "I mistook these colourful blasts in the skies for war blasts. My deepest apologies for causing you worry, dearest."

Your eyes glinted with affection at his nonchalant yet grumpy face, betrayed only by his twitching, reddened pointed ears. Instead of passing a comment, you decided to let him watch it instead. As you waited in silence, large fireworks littered the skies like a colourful tapestry, making intricate patterns in the skies. Malleus' eyes widened, his mouth falling slightly open as he gazed at the display. "Marvelous. Such unrivaled perfection. What is this beauty?"

You beamed at his expression, his pointed ears perking up slightly as he carefully gazed at the fireworks. "They're known as fireworks! Every year, the entirety of Twisted Wonderland does firework displays to celebrate new year. Have you not seen this before?"

His eyes widened with an almost child-like excitement, before he masked it with his usual expression. "No. This never happens in Briar Valley, for it is a land of eternal darkness. Fireworks, you say? They're... absolutely stunning."

His eyes darted from one firework to the other, his pointed ears bending slightly to lessen the loudness. "Dare I be so bold to utter that I wish to try this?"

Your eyes widened in excitement. "As in, try to light fireworks? I want to do so too!"

He placed his sword away, returning to your side as he cracked his neck. Then, taking a deep inhale, Malleus let out a gust of green flames, a low growl escaping as well. Your eyes widened before you burst out laughing. As he noticed the flames reach the skies, he turned to you, a proud smirk on his face as he pointed to his little display. "Look. Child of Human. Fireworks."

You wiped your tears as you looked at him. "How unconventional of you."

Then, one of the rarest expressions crossed his face. A pure, unadulterated grin as he swept you into his arms. "Unconventional, I agree. If anything, this makes me wish to witness everything with you again. I wish to have all your firsts. I want to create our own reality."

You embraced him back, placing a kiss to his jaw. He turned his head, capturing your lips in a fierce yet passionate kiss. It was then, he knew two things for sure. The fact that he found a new thing to do with you on new year, and the realization that the hollowness of his heart had been filled by your ethereal presence. And third, that Lilia arranged the fireworks this year!

Thank you for reading this short fic! I got inspired by 7th Time Loop's episode in which Arnold told Rishe that fireflies reminded him of war torches. It just suited Malleus so much! I had to do it. Malleus sends you some ice cream🍦. Do send requests for more! 💚

[miyasstan]

Sakusa (I absolutely loathe people) kiyoomi starts calling atsumu "love" once he's comfortable and miya (flirting was invented by me) atsumu turns into tomato every single time 😭😭

PS: Shy tsumu actually screamed for 2 hours on a call with samu when it happened for the first time and blunt Omi who just shrugged at Motoya because yes love is atsumu and atsumu is his love (I love them)

Okay I should get some sleep now sigh sksk

[fandomtookoverlife]

Does anyone else every get tired of finding good fics on ao3? Like is it rewarding? YES. But it’s also a gamble sometimes, you never really know what you are signing up for

On a completely unrelated note, does anyone have fluffy Witcher recs?

Preferably geraskier but really anything works

Like I want the most fluffy, sickly cute fluff, that has ever fluffed, anyone have one of those?

[wintersxldiers]

HEYYYY

I rlly loved your Bucky Barnes fanfic and I had a request for another one

I was jus' listening to this is me from the greatest showman and thought how would Bucky react to his girl being su!cidal and h@rming herself and all that

please jus say if your uncomfortable with this ask <333

Heyyy to my fellow Winter's child!

This was a really good idea so thanks for requesting. I hope you like this but I don't know if I really did this justice.

Warnings: Talk about SH, fluff, comforting Bucky (LMK if I missed any)

(Thank you @lafleshlumpeater for Proofreading, forever grateful for you mylove <33) ------------------------------------------------------------

You had done it again. You relapsed. You promised Bucky you wouldn't do it again but here you are with your arms scattered with tiny cuts. You threw on a large sweatshirt and leggings hoping Bucky wouldn't realise. 

"Hey Doll" Bucky greeted you as you walked out of your bedroom. "Hi" you replied then making your way over to bury your head into his chest and listen to his rhythmic heartbeat. "Doll? Are you OK?" he questioned, feeling a deep feeling of concern for you. 

He looked at the sweatshirt you were wearing and then it clicked in his head. It was the end of August so what were you doing wearing a sweatshirt? "Baby you promised you wouldn't. What happened?" he said while rubbing your arms hoping to relieve the pain from you. "Baby please." Bucky begged, he needed to know what happened to his girl. 

He paused for a second and hurt muffled sobbing, he looked down and it was you. "Hey don't cry Doll, what happened?" he whispered and cupped your cheeks in his hands. "I tried Jamie, I really tried. I didn't know what to do." you said, your voice cracking with every word and even more tears threatening to come out. "Hey it's ok, don't worry. You wanna tell me what was going on?" Bucky said, wrapping his arms around you as you sniffled against his chest. You shook her head no violently and Bucky took that as a sign to suggest a movie night with lots of snacks and cuddles. 

" Would you like that Doll?" Bucky said, already knowing your answer. "Sure Buck." you nodded and led him to the sofa where you both sat snuggled up against each other. His metal arm spread across the sofa, behind your head. "I love you Bucky, thank you." 

"It's nothing Doll and I love you too, you're amazing but I hate seeing you like this. I hate seeing you in pain." his voice cracked  at the last sentence. You looked at his face and his eyes had tears in them. Tears that were too afraid to come out. "Bucky, please don't." you said, raking your fingers through his locks. "Please don't do this to yourself Doll." Bucky pleaded with you. "Just promise me every time you feel like doing it, you tell me and we talk through it and I treat you extra yeah?" he said, his hand rubbing circles over your hand softly. You nodded while little tears fell down your face.

Of course your supersoldier noticed and panicked" Doll what happened. Baby please don't cry. " you felt an ache in your chest and said" I hate that you're so concerned for me because I'm just a burden on you. Why are you even with me?" Bucky looked at you like you had gone mad because in his eyes you had.

" Why am I with you?! Doll I think you’ve gone mad. You're amazing in every way, your personality, your face, everything. You're literally perfect. Is that what all this is about? Were you feeling insecure?” Bucky said, wrapping his arms around you, cradling you. You nodded harshly because of the feeling of having to say it was embarrassing.

“I’m sorry baby, I shoulda done more to help you not feel like this, this is all my fault.” Bucky said while you burrowed your head into the crook of his neck and mumbled “It’s not your fault Buck, I don’t know why I let people get to me in the first place. ”He stroked your hair softly while you inhaled his scent deeply, you had always loved the smell of his cologne and now that he knew you did he made sure he sprayed it everyday. “ I love you Jamie” you whispered as you drifted off to sleep because of today's emotional events, you had become worn out. “‘Love you too Angel.” Bucky returned, his fingers not leaving your soft hair.

[mischuchay]

so... i finally finished it, i'm not really feeling well these past few days so i hope y'all still like this ZoSan modern au that i made, hehe

*credits to this ZoSan fan art

twitter: Ell @shiodraws

[melancholicreaper]

Got a little thoughty thought for this Oneshot

"Um Mr. Potter? What on earth are you doing," Harry flinched at Professor McGonagall's tone. "What is that book doing on Malfoy's head?"

"I-" Harry stuttered no excuse coming to mind. "He- I-"

"Is Mr. Malfoy sleeping?" She asked calmly.

"Would you believe me if i said he wasn't?"

"No," She waved her wand and the book slipped out of his hand onto the table.

"Detention for both of you tomorrow," Harry hung his head in defeat, what he got for helping the shoddy prick.

"Yes professor," he gently shook Malfoy awake.

"Draco," both Slytherin and Gryffindor turned at that. Harry Potter call Draco Malfoy by his first name????

"N'yeah?"

"We got detention,"

"The hell did you do and why does it involve me," Draco raised his head, hair tousled.

"Help you,"

"Did i ask,"

"Silently,"

"W-"

"Mr. Malfoy I'd like you're attention on the lesson currently being held instead of your lover's quarrel if you mind."

"Sorry Professor,"

Arghiauniyniyiosmq love them so much. I got the picture from Pinterest here

Edits: @sowoyp for the art 🎨 ✨️

[roses-ink-dipped-pen]

DINNER 👹

Would You Love Me if I was a Worm?

this one is short and sweet!

“Would you love me if I was a worm?”

“…what?” Villain asked.

Hero repeated the question, snuggling closer to Villain on the couch.

“Would you love me if I was a worm?”

Villain looked down at them, and a sly grin crossed their features.

“Why don't we find out?” they asked coyly.

Villain moved lighting-quick, grabbing blankets from a basket near the side of the couch.

“Villain, what are you- ack!”

Villain wrapped Hero snugly into a layered blanket burrito. Hero squirmed from inside it, looking quite wormy.

“Hey! Let me out!” Hero pouted.

“Hmm,” Villain said, tapping their finger against their chin.

Villain pulled Hero in close and kissed them. Hero blinked, blushing profusely.

“Yes, my little worm, I still love you,” Villain chuckled.

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[cyanide-sodapop]

smiling uncontrollably from the amount of fluffiness emanating from the fic I’m reading

[jarofstyles]

Can we have another breeding blurb miss jars? Please please pleaseeee

Hm. Yes you may because you asked nicely 😚

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Fair warning this is pure filth! straight up.. idk what just possessed me

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“Just lay there.” He grunted, watching in awe as his cock stretched the puffy lips of her slick cunt open, the thickness of him making her shiver slightly. “And let me fuck my cum into you.”

He had already given her his load, but that wasn’t enough. No, he had to make sure it stayed there. “Let Daddy help it stick. Let me get it deep.” He was so deep Y/N could feel it in her stomach, but she wasn’t about to complain.” Such a cute, messy little pussy…” he cooed, thumb brushing the swollen clit that buzzed with sensitivity. At her whine, her hips bucked up and pushed his cock further in making the pair inhale sharply. “Oh, she’s sensitive, hm? Only came one time f’me.” He clicked his tongue. “Still achy from last night?”

Harry was a man on a mission when it came to getting Y/N pregnant. Every day, he was following the tips from books and online forums, obsessed with getting her as slick and filthy and full of his spunk as often as he could. As soon as she had uttered the sentence about ‘being ready to try for a little one’, he had been on her. Mounting her like he was in heat, insistent on trying every possible thing.

Including this. The filthy, erotic, nasty act of fucking his cum into her. Pumping his hips and burying his prick all the way inside, the slick squelch of their wet skin filling the air. Something about it made him a man possessed. His body was thrumming, balls emptied inside of her but still rearing to go.

And his love, she was so good. His best girl, laying there and whining as her watery eyes looked up at him. Almost dumb, as she always seemed to be in awe every time he filled her up, brain reduced to ash as soon as she could feel the creamy cum being worked back inside of her. All she could focus on was being good for him, helping him get her pregnant.

“D’you think it’s catching?” She slurred, messy halo of hair tangled around her head as he held her legs up against his shoulders. He sat on his knees, watching his creamy length slip back inside of her methodically. “I want a baby. I really want a baby, Daddy.” She pleaded, tightening up around him as he filled her back to the brim.

“M’working on it, sweetheart.” He crooned, eyes dark and hot as he glanced at her face before going back to his objective. “Just shut up and let me work. Tryin’ to make you a mama, and I can’t do that if y’keep running that pretty mouth.” He scolded. The tight heat of her cunt was milking every single drop of cum into her, the daily occurrence never getting old for him. He was obsessed with it, watching the mess he made and the slight froth from how wet she got and the mix of their cum. She was a bit of a cumslut and would want to keep it in her for a bit. “Should get you a proper plug to keep you full. Hm? Think M’gonna do it.” He mumbled. “My pussy anyways, isn’t it? I can do whatever I want to it and you’ll just cry for my cum. My sweet little baby.” Harry loved her so much, but there was a special type of love that came when they got dirty like this. Intimate.

She was a good girl, deciding to stay quiet but nodding insistently. Of course she would do it. His Love did anything he asked if it led to this- just like he did for her. He could feel the messy mix start to drip down his balls, the sac wet and slightly sticky as it lazily thumped against her ass. The pulsing slowed, but he was using her hole to empty every drop. “Don’t worry, baby. As soon as you’re pregnant, I’ll let you swallow it again. Know how much you love it, but I can’t waste a single drop when m’trying to get you full of our baby.” He smoothed her hair back, looking at her sweaty face with tenderness. “My perfect girl.”

[miyasstan]

Sakusa (touch me and you'll die) kiyoomi actually likes cuddling and Miya (physical touch is in my DNA) atsumu always turns into a flustered mess. His heartbeat would go erratic because the way Omi randomly but fondly snuggles with him and caresses his hair will always leave him breathless.

(soft omi and shy tsumu has my heart <3)

[playstation-dreamcast]

i love ur hcs and ur wesker snowman fic to the point it probably became one of my all time favorites! you seem to get wesker so well esp when it comes to how he’d deal with his own feelings if he realized he had feelings for reader. and that’s why im here today because i want to ask the best wesker understander a specific thing!

how would (thinking about s.t.a.r.s scenario) wesker react to reader bringing to work an extra lunchbox for him? like, reader noticed he’s always working and never leaving his office to the point he mostly skips all of his meals and he refuses every invitation from others to go grab a bite during lunch bc he’s busy so reader starts bringing to work 2 lunchboxes: one for them and one for wesker. reader would definitely ask wesker beforehand why he doesn’t eat lunch and when his reply is the same “i’m too busy” everyday, they knew they had to do something about it and take care of their Captain!! and you better believe reader would bring a variety of different home cooked meals everyday: pasta, another time salmon and rice, lasagna, sandwich, wrap, broccoli and chicken salad…

Everyone in the s.t.a.r.s team is jealous and picking (jokingly) on wesker getting a delicious home made meal for free by the rookie (whom they know they have excellent culinary skills) along with other treats because reader not only brings him a lunchbox, but every morning when reader comes to work, they always bring a coffee and a little pastry that they drop at his office which is something they have been doing since they started working there

Oh, so what, ya think you can just rock up into my inbox and start singing my praises and I'm just gonna write whatever you want for you? Cause you're right, I will, that's exactly how it works around here thank you /playful

Couple: S.T.A.R.S era Wesker X GN! S.T.A.R.S Reader

Summary: If Wesker refuses to take his lunch breaks, then you have no other choice than to take matters into your own hands

Tags: Domestic fluff

“Are you sure?” You asked, concern dripping from your lips as you cocked your head at him. 

Wesker barely looked up from the paperwork in his hand. “Positive,” He muttered, looking at the next page in his hand, “Someone has to work around here.”

You didn’t like the tone of his voice, or how dismissive he was at the very notion of going to lunch with his coworkers. “You can’t work if you starve to death, you know.” you reminded him.

“I won’t starve,” He snorted, before pointedly looking up at you, “I had a danish this morning.” and then he went right back to what he was doing. You’d never told him directly, but Wesker was far from a stupid man. He knew that the coffee and warm pastry he found on his desk every morning was from the S.T.A.R.S team's very own culinary savant. 

You rolled your eyes at him. “It’s not good to skip meals you know.”

“I’ll live, I assure you.”

“Why don’t you just come with us?”

He waved you off this time. “I’m busy Rookie, end of discussion. Now go get lunch before the others leave you behind. You sighed, before leaving and joining the other S.T.A.R.S members, piling into Barry's. 

You sat next to Chris. “Let me guess, he said no?” 

You sighed, running your hand down your face. “He said he was busy.”

Chris was really really bad at hiding when he felt smug. “I told you, Rookie. Wesker’s been at war with lunch for as long as any of us have known him.”

 It was a conversation you’d had in some shape or form with your Captain every day. You had noticed not long into your new position as Alpha team’s medic that Wesker never left his desk, and never brought a lunch. Ever. And you’d never seen him come into work with a quick breakfast like you had the others either, not even a granola bar. You started to wonder if he skipped all of his meals. It was troubling, not just because Wesker was clearly a guy with pretty high caloric needs just judging by his build alone- but because you were a firm believer that no one should ever go hungry, no matter the circumstances. 

So you started bringing him breakfast. 

You’d always been a fan of baking and cooking. Even using it as a side hustle while you were getting your Doctorate degree. You were good at it, and you loved doing it so it only made sense to put your skills to work. You started waking up early Monday mornings and making various different breakfast pastries, leaving them along with a fresh coffee on Wesker’s desk every morning.

He questioned it at first, but didn’t think too much about it. Honestly, he assumed he was about to discover one of you guys had fucked up big time and were trying to suck up before he found out. But, after two weeks of it going on, baked goods on his desk every morning and not one mistake in sight, he had to admit someone was just bringing him breakfast. He automatically assumed it was you.

But, now you were starting to think it wasn’t enough. One baked good isn’t enough to run off of for an entire day. You decided, once again, if Wesker wasn’t going to take care of himself, you would just have to take care of him yourself. 

The next day you came into work with two lunch boxes. And at twelve P.M. on the dot, you waltzed into Wesker office and placed one of them on his desk.

He actually looked away from his computer monitor to look at it. “What is this?” He asked.

“It’s lunch!” You smiled, “Made it myself.”

He raised an eyebrow at you. “And it’s on my desk for what reason?” 

“Because it’s yours. I brought my own, it’s in the break room.” You explained

He blinked at it twice. “And why did you bring me lunch?”

Your grin only grew. “Because it’s already at your desk. You don’t have to leave or take a break. You have no excuse not to eat.”

He almost smirked at you. “You’re good.” 

You shrugged coyly, “I’ve played the game once or twice before.”

He gave in, finally reaching for the box and opening it. You saw the shock flash across his face for half a second before he looked up at you. “What is this?”

You tilted your head. “It’s lunch? It’s grilled salmon with wild rice. There should be a side salad there too.”

He fought the urge to roll his eyes. “Yeah, I see that, where did you find the time to make this?”

You simply shrugged. “A magician never reveals their secrets, Captain.”

He simply sighed, not wanting your hard work to go to waste. Maybe he didn’t have to work through lunch today. “Well, thank you Doctor.”

You now had contextual evidence that it works. And as such, it became your daily routine. You'd sneak into his office to leave him breakfast in the morning, and deliver his lunch in the afternoon. Never the same thing twice in a row, and always incredible. While medicine and helping people has always been your number one passion, the culinary arts was a very close second. 

At some point, you’d taken to joining Wesker in his office for lunch, slowly coaxing him into taking an actual break as opposed to just multitasking: eating and working. Naturally, the others took notice. And predictably, Chris was the first one to say something.

“Man, I’ve heard of work spouses, but I didn’t know they came with home cooked meals. I thought you had to put a ring on a finger to get that kinda treatment,” He quipped as he saw you deliver yet another lunchbox to Wesker. You’d manage to convince him to actually eat in the break room today. You shot Chris a very pointed look, hoping he didn’t scare the captain away. 

“What?” He asked. 

“You don’t need to marry someone to get a home cooked lunch,” Wesker said flatly, “You just have to be charming. Something I know you struggle with.” 

“What about me?” Brad asked, somehow worse at hiding his jealousy than Chris was, “How do I get one?” 

Wesker scoffed, “Refer to the previous point about being charming.”

You rolled your eyes, “Guys come on. The captain wouldn’t eat lunch if it wasn’t brought to him.” 

“So it’s the incompetence that gets you lunch?” Jill asked. 

That caught his attention. If looks could kill, the look Wesker gave her would have been a hydrogen bomb. “Watch yourself Valentine.” 

Jill lazily put her hands up in defence before turning back to you. “Don’t worry Doctor, I’m not after your lunches. I’m after the home cooked pastries in the morning.”

“Yes!” Chris agreed, excitedly pointing at Jill, “You should make those for the whole team, it would boost team morale.”

You chuckled softly, honestly a little flustered by the whole display. “Maybe on Fridays.”

“I’ll take it!” Chris laughed, happy to accept the non committal answer. The five of you continued to joke around and enjoy your meal together. Wesker ignored how comfortable it was to be around the team. Or, he tried to at least. He’d refused to take lunches with everyone for so long because he knew the connections sharing meals together can form. He wanted to avoid it. 

But, it was too late for that now. He was already in too deep. He had accepted his fate. He’d cut you all out of his heart later, disconnect from it all and do what needed to be done. For now though, he might as well indulge himself in this new feeling. 

As the others filed out of the break room, Wesker stopped you. You looked up at him confused, worried that maybe you’d done something wrong. “Captain?” You asked.

He cleared his throat, and stood up a little straighter. “I’ve greatly appreciated the care you’ve shown me, Doctor. And I’d like to repay you. Can I take you to lunch this weekend?”

You smiled, warm and bright. You mom was right, the way to a man's heart really was through his stomach. “I’d like that Captain.”

Wesker gave you a soft smile. “Great. It’s a date.”

[ticklishraspberries]

Neck Kisses (Katniss/Peeta)

Summary: Peeta gives Katniss kisses over the years. (Week #4 of @august-anon's Tickletober prompts!! I've never written a Hunger Games fic before so let me know if y'all like it and/or want to see more!!)

The lights are blinding, and Katniss is struggling to keep that fake smile on her face. They’ve been standing, taking photos, being gawked at for what has felt like years.

Cinna has dressed her in gold. Peeta’s suit matches perfectly. He does look handsome, but she isn’t sure the color really does him any favors: The shimmer pops on her skin tone, compliments her dark hair and eyes, but Peeta’s pale and blonde and would probably suit silver more, she thinks. Not that she knows anything about fashion, nor does she care about how Peeta dresses. She only cares about how he’ll fight in the arena, and how his hand around her waist right now is really irritating. She wants nothing more than to shrug him off, to roll her eyes right at those cameras, to take all the stupid pins out of her hair.

Instead, she just stands and tries to look pretty.

Peeta’s head moves in her peripheral vision and she shoots him a confused glance, and then twitches when he presses a gentle kiss to her shoulder where the dress has left her skin exposed. No one has ever kissed her there, and goosebumps immediately spread over her skin. It doesn’t feel bad, but she still digs her elbow into his side in retaliation anyway, because he could have at least warned her that he and Haymitch were upping the affection quota.

When they’re finally free from the cameras and lights, and Katniss has shed most of her ridiculous outfit, Peeta comes and sits beside her, away from prying eyes.

“Sorry I kissed your shoulder,” he says, avoiding her eyes. “Haymitch and Effie have been trying to get me to…sell this whole love story thing. I should have asked you if that was okay first, I just had the idea in the moment and went for it.”

Katniss looks him up and down, the shyness in his body language and the genuinity in his tone, and her hard expression softens just a little. “It’s fine. Just…warn me next time.”

He nods, offering her a little smile. Then, after a moment of comfortable silence, he asks: “Did it tickle?”

“What?”

“When I kissed you. It seemed like it tickled.”

Katniss does roll her eyes now, ignoring the way her face feels suddenly warm under his scrutiny. “No, it just felt weird. And I wasn’t expecting it.”

Peeta has this stupid smile on his face that makes Katniss want to punch him. But, there are rules about tributes fighting, and she also doesn’t think she could really hurt him when he looks so innocent, so…She huffs and gets to her feet.

“So, you aren’t ticklish? I just think if we’re going to be allies, I should know your weaknesses, you know?” Peeta says, and he’s fully grinning now.

“Goodnight, Peeta,” she replies, refusing to turn back and let him see the way her lips have started to curl. Watching him try to find the light, the humor in this all, to get to know her even though it’s probable he will have to kill her…Well, those thoughts dampen her mood quite quickly.

The truth is, she is ticklish. Most of her experience with tickling has been her tickling Prim, and sometimes Gale tickling her, but she always fights him tooth and nail when he does it. He’s usually all rough hands squeezing her sides and scribbling behind her knees. What Peeta had done was different, it was gentle and made her stomach flutter…She supposes it would have felt nice, if they had been alone, and she had known he was going to do it, and could have prepared.

She falls asleep trying to ignore the little voice in her mind that wants him to do it again.

***

The sound of birds chirping outside the window is what wakes her.

Katniss blinks against the sunshine seeping into the room, and settles comfortably into Peeta’s arms that are wrapped around her waist. The morning is still, the children still sleeping instead of climbing into their bed with excited babbling as they do most mornings.

Peeta begins to stir beside her, and Katniss finds herself smiling as he nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck. “Morning,” he mumbles.

“Morning,” she replies softly.

Peeta’s lips press a soft kiss to the skin of her shoulder, and then continues to pepper those little kisses up to her jaw and back down again. She’s giggling in seconds, having been unprepared for such antics so early. She’s still stubborn as she was as a scrappy teenager in the Seam, and normally when Peeta tickles her, she holds her laughter in and fights back, turning the tables or running off into the grass. She doesn’t have that chance now, lovingly encased in his arms and still too sleepy to launch an escape plan.

She doesn’t even remember the first time he pressed his lips there, back before the first Games, on that stage with the blinding lights. That feels lifetimes away, has been buried under much worse memories, forgotten. They are making new memories now, better ones.

“Peeta, we’ll wake them,” she says, trying to keep her giggling to a low volume.

Peeta just grins. “They’ll be up soon anyway.”

And with that, he starts tickling her belly with ten fast fingers, and Katniss has no choice but to dissolve into laughter. It isn’t long until the children are roused by the sound, curious as to what their mama could be finding so funny.

Now, she starts her day with genuine smiles, laughter, and love.

[l0velysmut]

Is it ok if you do Neteyam X Metkayina!Reader with breeding kink?

neteyam x metkayina!reader ꧂

contains: aged!up neteyam, p in v, breeding kink, fluffy ending, neteyams literally perfect.

wc: 1.4k unedited

“Ugh, fuck!” He growls, drilling his length in and out of your tight hole. “Gonna fill this pussy over and over again until you’re all swollen with my baby. Can’t wait for you to be a mother, fuck, you’ll look so pretty… So fucking pretty.”

You moaned, one hand entangled with his braids while the other scratched at his shoulder. You could barely think straight; every time he opened his mouth to speak, nothing but pure filth fell out of it, causing your pussy to tighten around his cock. You could feel every vein, every throb, and you could almost feel every small bioluminescent freckle that was littered all over his cock.

His hips snapped against yours, his thighs hitting yours as he pushes them up against your chest.

Your mind was so foggy from how many times he had made you cum. He had said that you would only get pregnant if you came a few times which you knew was a complete lie, but you wanted to keep your mate satisfied.

“I’m gonna cum again.” He huffs, glancing down at where you two were connected, frustrated when he saw his own seed from the last couple rounds spilling out. He didn’t think too much about it, though, because he knew he would be able to fill you up again. “Fuck, I’m cumming!”

His thrust never slow or stop, and his hips never stutter, they just keep going at their relentlessly fast pace. The feeling of your gummy walls squeezing the cum out of his cock made his eyes roll back as he spilt his load deep inside of you, only then did his hips still. He kept his dick all the way inside of you, his tip kissing your cervix as more and more of his cum sloshed around inside of you.

He had came so many times inside of you, you could almost taste the saltiness of his cum.

Your legs shook in his grip, thighs pressing together, though it did nothing to keep him from pounding you.

Eywa, he couldn’t wait for you to get pregnant and for you to officially make him a father. He’d been dreaming about this for too long. Every night, he’d dream about your life together with a child. A type of child no one’s ever seen before.

A child mixed with omaticaya blood and metkayina blood. A child who could have your skin but his eyes, or your eyes and his skin. A child that everyone would admire and appreciate.

“T-Teyam..” You hiccup, rubbing his shoulder instead of scratching at it. “Please, can we take a break.”

He stares down at you, and is in shock of your beauty for a moment. The way your curly hair was all frizzy around your head like a halo, and the way your teal skin was flush with a tint of red made his head spin. There’s no way he could possibly stop breeding you now. Not when you looked so pretty.

“Lemme fill you to the brim one last time.” He says, pulling out only halfway. “One last time, yawne, I promise. Then we’ll stop, okay?” He takes his sweaty hand off the underside of your thigh, and holds your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Okay..” You say, and he smiles at you.

“That’s my good girl.” He leans down and presses his lips against yours in a fiery kiss filled with nothing but desire.

You melt into the kiss, but he catches you off guard when he begins to thrust into you again, causing you to whimper and throw your head back.

You could feel your limbs shivering and shaking, and you could feel your pussy convulsing around his cock with each thrust.

“You like being my good girl, huh? Letting me use you like this, letting me breed you.” He chuckles when you clench around him, his words effecting you more then you could ever imagine.

The word ‘breed’ made your toes curl and your back arch, creating goosebumps that littered all over your skin. You moaned and whimpered, tingles running up and down your body as you felt another harsh orgasm washing over you like a wave on the beach.

“Ah, fuck, taking me so well. So, so well, baby, such a good girl.” He slows his hips, allowing you to ride out your orgasm, but a needy whine leaves your lips and you hips buck up into his.

“What is it, baby? Use your words.” He says, his hips coming to a halt as he strokes your cheek.

“D-Don’t stop,” You whine. “Please don’t stop, I want you to fill me again. I wanna baby, please! I want you.. to breed me.”

Yours words make something boil inside of him, and his thrusts become harsher. You moan and a small smile rests on your hips as he pounds into you. He noticed the small smile and groans.

“This what you wanted? You wanted me to fuck you like an animal and breed this pussy? Huh?” He says, flipping you over on your stomach and slapping your ass. He pushes your thick tail towards the side, giving him a perfect view to your puckered hole.

You can’t physically bring yourself to reply with words, so you just moan in response, the new position allowing him to hit your g-spot every time he thrust into you.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” He says, rubbing the part of your ass that he had just marked with a red hand print. “Such a good girl, taking me and my cum so well.”

“Teyam!” You moan, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your back arched into the floor, your tits squished against it. “G-Gonna- Gonna c-cum!”

“Yeah, cum for me,” He groans. “Milk my fucking cock.”

Your thighs shake and yet another orgasm hits you. If it wasn’t for his strong grip on your hips, you would’ve fallen flat on the ground, but he pulled your ass up to him, continuing to pound until he began to moan loudly.

“Shit! Can’t wait to have a whole litter running around here, gonna fill you up with so many babies, people are gonna be so sick of us.” He says, then gives one last hard thrust before cunning inside of you. His cock pulsated and twitched as his tip spilled inside of you for the last time tonight.

He slowly pulls out, and watches in aggravation as your hole pushes out his seed. He pushes his finger into your hole, curling his fingers to make sure his cum stayed inside of you.

You breathed heavily against the floor, and your hips fell to the ground, your body laying completely flat.

And athough he was just as overstimulated as you, he found the strength in himself to pick you up bridal style off the floor and bring you towards your bed which was a thick, yet comfortable, woven mat on the floor with two pillows that the scientists (that you didn’t really like) had provided for your shared home.

He places you down and lays next to you, pulling you into his chest, not bothering to clean up your pussy since he wanted it to take. He pulled the thin sheet over your sweaty bodies, and kisses your forehead.

“You did so good for me, yawne.” He whispers, and you hum, wrapping your arm around him.

“Can’t wait for us to have our own little family. You’re gonna be such a good mama, and I’m gonna be there for you every step of the way.” He says, making you open your eyes and look at him with a smile and heated cheeks.

“If you have any weird food cravings, I’ll make it for you. If you are sore, I’ll give you a massage. Anything that you need, anything at all, Ma’Y/N, I will provide for you.” He holds your hand and kisses it, looking into your eyes lovingly before he brings his hand to your cheek and leans his face to yours.

He kissed your lips, and when you two pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours.

“I love you, Y/N.” He says to you, and you say it back, knowing that it was the truth. Ever since you two laid eyes on each other when he and his family first arrived, you knew there would be something between you two forever.

You grab your kuru and he’s quick to grab his. You both watch as the lilac tendrils of both of your queue’s wrap around each other, connecting every single bit of your souls together.

You both sigh happily and eventually fall asleep in each others embrace

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a/n: i hope this was good enough cuz idk if i like this or not 😭😭

[theblacksapphirecookie]

"Yep, see you later...!"

Black Sapphire heads back to his room.

”Every soul’s life is a story, his is already planted however I can always add more to that life of his, enabling his return…..the price? A soul……a soul for a soul is fair”

The Velvet Memokeeper

"... how do I do it?"

[melancholicreaper]

Drarry ofc (been in my drafts too long)

This fic takes place during 3rd year. Harry was having a class with Slytherin. Professor Lupin was teaching them about patronuses (daddy siri out lol, living with our dear Remmy illegally cus why not and because i said so🤭) he managed to get a hold of a boggart which he had transfigured into a dementor. 

Though it was not real it still had almost the same effect. Everyone went till it was left with Harry. He walked up to the dementor, he had done the spell a million times, in front of almost everyone, to the extent even first years know what his patronus looks like, a stag.

Hermione and Ron were the only ones who knew that the stag was his dad’s illegal animagus. 

He took a deep breath. “Expecto Patronum” 

Silver mist erupted from his wand, the windows had been shut prior to enabling them to see even the faintest ones. He lit up the entire room, in the corner of his eye he locked eyes with Drace. Draco had a proud look on his face. Harry wanted to smile back at him. Till he heard a couple gasps. He directed his attention to his corporeal patronus. It wasn’t a stag…

It was a dragon. It was tall, its neck long and its scales were visible. The Dragon chuffed at the students before disappearing. Whispers and mumbles filled the room. 

“Wasn’t his patronus a deer?”

“It was a stag you oaf and yeah it was,”

“Dragon in Latin is Draco,”

“And?”

“Sir-” Harry started shutting everyone up. “Is it possible for patronus’ to change?”

“Uh,”  Professor Lupin cleared his throat. “Yes it is quite possible,” The professor thought to say something but the bell went and students shuffled out the door. He was about to call out to Harry till he noticed how Harry was walking behind everyone.

With Draco

Harry and Draco turned a corner before disappearing. 

Strange

Shortly after as he was preparing for his next class Hermione and Ron came by. 

“Professor, have you seen Harry?” 

Professor Lupin shook his head. “Last I saw he was walking with Malfoy, find Draco find Harry,” 

The duo are stunned. 

Harry walking with Draco

They both leave and retrace their steps, Hermione casts a spell and a smoke trail of green appears.

“Come on Ron,”

“What’s he doing with that git Malfoy,”

They follow the trail of green till it turns a corner, Hermione and Ron hold their wands at the ready. Only to find Draco and Harry, Harry pinning Draco towards the wall. His wand at his throat a bit sloppily. Hermione thought as she was about to raise her wand when Harry leans in and kisses him. 

“What were you on about again Malfoy,”

“I-”, Malfoy, the boy with a quick retort for everything, was speechless. 

“Hmm?” Harry asks, feigning innocence. 

“What was that,”

“I- nothing at all,” Draco sucked in a deep breath. "Uh…" 

“So?”

“Fine, I lose I'll stop hexing Ron behind his back,” Ron opened his mouth but Hermione shot him a look and he abruptly shut up.

“Promise,”

“I promise Harry,”  Ron’s mouth is agap. He’s about to say something again when Hermione grabs him by his collar and with a flick of her wrist they are invisible and silent. 

“Good, now about yesterday,”

“I was hexed, Pansy,”

“She hexed you on the day of our date,”

“Full body binding curse, do you know how hard and embarrassing that was to get out of, I have never felt more humiliated and I-” Harry leans in and kisses Draco. 

“Easy, Draco, you might get a wrinkle,” Draci snorts and shoves Harry. 

“I think you have enough wrinkles for the both of us,” Harry just smiles and lets him go. 

“Ready to pretend to the whole of Hogwarts that we hate each other,”

“I’d rather stay here kissing my boyfriend till our next class but alright sure,” They pass by the two crouched behind the wall. 

“You go that way, I got this way yeah,” 

“Sure honey buns,”

“Potter, I’ll hex you,” 

After the two leave, Hermione and Ron both escape to the grand hall. 

“Did we just-”

“Kissing,”

“Boyfriend,”

“Draco”

“Harry,”

“Together,”

“Oi!,”

“They turned to find Fred behind them,”

“What rubbish,”

“Hey Fred what’s up,” George says as he stops on the same step as his brother. 

“These two say Malfoy and Harry were snogging,”

“Snogging?” Angelina says as she passes by. 

“Malfoy and Potter,”

The news of Harry and Draco's relationship quickly spread across the school, and soon everyone was talking about it. From the Gryffindors to the Slytherins.Everyone was shocked to hear about the relationship between the two rivals. However Harry and Draco were oblivious to this. Harry walked in from one side of the Hall and Draco from the other, there was a silent anticipation as the two walked past each other without a word. 

“Why is everyone so off.”

“HA-” Before Ron could say anything, George burst out from the end of the table. 

“You shag ‘im yet?

"What are you on about George?" George just fluttered his eyelashes towards the slytherin table. 

Harry and Draco locked eyes and it seemed the same thing was happening there. Draco rose and held his wand at Crabbe as he leaned in and whispered something. Crabbe immediately straightened up and nodded furiously. 

Draco then rose and walked over to the Gryffindor table. Eyes were on him. He stopped before you actually reached Harry. 

"What you lot gawking at you'd think I'm about to curse someone," he snarled. He slumped in-between Harry and Ron turning to face Harry. 

"The jig is up," He said as he grabbed a plate of crème de la something. "Might as well indulge the public." 

An owl landed on the table and stuck its leg out, a daily Prophet owl. Harry paid it and started to read the paper like a normal day. He would say something about an article and Draco would comment on it. 

The whole Hall was still in shock, once Draco was done eating and Harry was done reading. Harry reached over and wiped a smudge on his cheek and Hermione swore she saw a faint blush on Draco's cheek.

"Thanks love,"

"Meh," 

"Blimey," Ron said, breaking the silence.

 Draco pecked him on the side of his lips and went back to his own table.

"Blimey, he's lost it, the both of 'em"

One day, during a Quidditch match, Harry and Draco exchanged a purposely passionate kiss on the pitch, confirming to the entire school what everyone was already whispering about. The crowd was in shock and the match had to be stopped, Harry caught the snitch anyway so meh.