#sugary sugary fluff

[pollenallergie]

Thinking about Eddie just showing up at your house unexpectedly, walking through the front door like he owns the place, and flopping down next to you on the couch before turning to you with the most somber expression he can possibly muster and simply saying something like, “I regret to inform you, my love, that my tummy hurts.” He’s completely serious as he says it too, delivering the line like he’s vying for a goddamn Oscar, despite it truly being nothing more than a thinly veiled attempt at getting you to rub his belly. How could you possibly say no to him? (Spoiler alert: you can’t, it’s impossible). <3

#he 1000% says it in a softer version of his DM voice #because eddie is a thespian #we all know this to be true #eddie is like the newfoundland of boyfriends #slightly intimidating exterior #sugary sweet interior #a total softie #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson thoughts #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson hc #eddie munson x plus size reader #stranger things hc #stranger things vol 4 #pol’s greatest hits

[rookthorne]

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 | 𝐉.𝐁.𝐁

Pairing ➷ Baker!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader Word Count ➷ 965 Warnings ➷ Fluff, pet names Author's Note ➷ My third and final submission for @the-slumberparty's week 2 creator challenge - and it is also my late contribution to Valentine's Day... so happy Valentine's Day to y'all!

Slumberparty Masterlist

𝑪𝑶𝑶𝑲𝑰𝑬 𝑻𝑰𝑵  : ̗̀➛ a sweet biscuit having a fairly soft, chewy texture and typically containing pieces of chocolate or fruit.

There were very few plans you had come up in your life with that rivalled the sheer brilliance of what you decided to do - ‘twas the belated day for it, anyway. 

Time had slipped through your fingers, so much so you hadn’t realised Valentines Day had already passed by with not even as little as a notice, nor a message. It was the curse of working so hard; late nights, early mornings, so on and so forth. 

Your morning commute didn’t differ in its crowds - people bustling back and forth, rushing to get to their 9 to 5 jobs, or rushing to get to class on time. Though, you did not mind, your thoughts were too occupied on whether you truly were going to pull off such a brazen idea.

It wasn’t reckless per se, but it was out of your norm. A bakery on your usual route to work had signs out, declaring their cookies and treats to be the best in Brooklyn. You didn’t disagree whatsoever, but it wasn’t thoughts of the baked goods that your mind was clouded with, no–it was the baker that occupied the counter. His smile was beautiful, bright enough to light up even the dreariest days, and you couldn’t help but be pulled under the swell of his ocean blue eyes. 

Subconsciously, or instinctually, you found yourself before the very doors to that bakery with no recollection how you had got there, though you weren’t sour for the thought. You could see him talking with customers, bagging up fresh loaves of bread and slices of cakes with that same damn smile that enchanted you. 

The door opened with a whoosh and a tinkling of the bell, and you were inside.

“Have a nice day, ma’am,” he said, his voice smooth. The woman smiled and waved, leaving the bakery with bags and bags of sweet treats.

Another customer stepped forward to be served and you browsed the selection, a little overwhelmed; chocolate this and chocolate that, strawberry this and strawberry that, it was a wonder there were so many ways to use the same flavour in entirely new ways. You were no connoisseur, but you knew baking was an art. 

“Hey,” he called. “Whatcha after today?”

You turned and smiled brightly, trying to will your heart to slow the tattoo it beat against your ribs. “I’m not sure actually,” you offered, sheepish. “I lost track of time and…” A better idea struck you. “I didn’t have time to get a gift before Valentine's Day, so I have to make up for that.”

The man laughed and rounded the counter. “Alright, now that is something I can help with. My name is Bucky, by the way.” You offered yours, and Bucky smiled. “What does your partner like?”

“I want to surprise them, see, they don’t have a favourite–I just know that they love your sweets.” It was a wonder you kept a straight face at the admission, your plan depended on it, and the delighted smile on Bucky’s lips almost broke your facade. 

“The choc chip is by far the most popular, and not to be biassed–one of my favourites.” Bucky directed you towards the clear glass jars where a label was connected with twine, neat script defined ‘chocolate chip’. “And then there’s these,” Bucky continued, pointing towards a cream coloured biscuit with a heart shaped indent, filled to the brim with jam. “They are a safe, but still loved, classic for Valentine’s; even if it is belated.”

“Do you like them?” You asked, peering closer at the dusted sugar and how it sparkled under the soft lighting. 

Bucky nodded next to you. “It was my ma’s recipe.”

“Perfect,” you sighed happily. “I’ll take some choc chip ones and these,” you pointed towards the heart biscuits. “Thanks, Bucky.”

“No worries, doll,” Bucky grinned. Oh, the things you would do to see that smile all the time. 

A few moments later you met Bucky at the counter to pay, a shy smile on your face when you felt the slight crinkle of paper in your hand. Under the guise of digging through your bag, you wrote your phone number on a loose piece of paper and prayed to whoever would listen that this would work. 

Bucky gave you the total with a happy smile and you waved your card. “Here you are,” Bucky said, handing you the bag full of the sweets he had ever so carefully packed. “I hope they like them, be sure to give my thanks for such high praise.”

“I will,” you rushed, grabbing the bag. Bucky turned to the box behind him and fiddled with something, and you took your chance; the slip of paper with your number fell neatly on top of the sealed boxes, its placement obvious and impossible to miss. “Actually, Bucky?”

“Yeah?” Bucky said, turning with a raised brow. “What’s up?”

Taking a deep breath, you offered the bag back to him. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Bucky stared. Shock, bewilderment, and amusement flashed in his pretty eyes as they flicked between you and the offered bag, before finally settling on endearment; a smile and wide eyes softening his features. 

“Oh, doll,” Bucky breathed, taking the bag back and brushing his fingers against yours. His gaze flicked into the bag and his eyes grew even wider. 

Before he could say anymore, you squeaked and skipped to the door. “Enjoy!”

Not even ten minutes later, your phone chimed as you walked through crowds to get to work. You pulled it free and let out a breath. It was an unknown number and an attachment, though what it contained told you exactly who had messaged. 

Thank you for that, sugar. 😘

The attachment, much to your utter delight, was a selfie of Bucky’s bright smile, blue eyes, and he was holding up the piece of paper with your number. You floated on cloud nine for the rest of the day as you worked; giddy, excited, and happy.

↠  𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ↞

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes drabble #navy and roo's sleepover #rookthorne’s works #Sugary Sweet

[son1c]

it would be so beautifully ironic if teddy's favorite movies were hallmark movies or whatever the sonic world's equivalent of hallmark movies are. yeah. i think i'm just gonna go ahead and make that canon.

#like it makes sense. his taste in movies is sugary sweet fluff lol #snowpoint sonic

[sweetracha]

First Sleep Over with Stray Kids

Sleepy Bunny

Sugar Content: Sugary Sweet (Fluff), Sour Sweet (Slight Angst)

Allergy Warnings: Mentions of fighting, hints to a panic attack.

You shivered as the cool breeze settled on your skin. The sun had started to set and soon you’d be in darkness. The only thing illuminating your surroundings was Changbin's picture on your phone. Who else were you meant to call? Yet again another night with your boyfriend, ex-boyfriend as of now, ended in an argument. This time funny enough it was over the man you were calling to your resecure. Your boyfriend was jealous of your relationship with Bin. You two knew everything about each other. He knew you had to sleep with a light on because you were afraid of the dark. You understood that getting in between him and food was never a good idea. Every emotion, every feeling, every moment, every sight, smell, sound, touch, and taste linked back to Changbin…maybe your boyfriend, ex, was right to be jealous.

“Bunny…bun..Y/N!” Yelling broke you out of your thoughts.

“I'm here sorry Im here” He couldn’t tell if you sniffled because of tears or the cold. Either way, your ex was a dead man.

“I am almost there, are you standing under the same streetlight?” That's when it hit you. Same street light, the same one that your Binnie picked you up from so many times before. The routine is always the same. He picks you up, you calm him down so he doesn't get an assault charge against him, you two rant over fast food, then he takes you home and tucks you in. 

“You must be freezing, get over here” Soon a large hoodie was thrown over you. When did it start to rain? “Where is that moth–” “Not tonight Binnie please…not tonight” 

He ended his routine early, tonight was different, you were different, and this was different. 

“Where to tonight cinnamon bun?” A nickname he only called you when he needed to see you smile.

“Home” is all you said. 

Upon entering your apartment you walked straight to the bedroom. Landing face first into your clean linen sheets. You almost didn’t hear Bin walk in. 

“Come on bunny, you know the drill, pajamas first then we get you all comfy” With a huff you agreed. But when Changbin pulled out your favorite silk nightgown something felt wrong. You needed comfort tonight, comfort that the cold material wouldn’t bring you. You needed warmth, to feel small, to feel wrapped up and safe. You needed his sweatshirt, but the poor thing got soaked in the rain. Little did you know, your Binnie remembers everything. He saw the way you snuggled into the hood as you shivered in the car. The sound of you taking a deep breath of his spiced whisky cologne alerted him. However, the face of fear fell into one of deep love when he saw the way you smiled ever so softly and cuddled harder. Sleep and peace washed over your sad and sorrowful features. That was the bunny he knew. So as you took a shower he threw the hoodie in along with your favorite plush blanket. Little white bunnies were surrounded by a sea of gray-blue fluff, a gift from Changbin, a subtle reminder you'll always be his little bun.

“Looking for this sleepy head?” He pulled out the hoodie from behind him, still kept warm from the dryer. If you were any more awake you'd pounce but tonight you just put your arms up, like a child asking to be held. Without another word but a sweet smile on his face, he helped you into it. Bin couldn’t miss the opportunity to put the hood up and kiss your head, his sweet little bunny.

He pulled back your sheets and helped you under. They felt so cold against your skin. All of a sudden you were taken back. A cold house, yellings, screaming, crying, so much crying, and then rain. Cold stinging rain. 

“Binnie–” you said so softly, almost hoping he didn't hear, but he did. “Yes, bun?” 

“Stay” He began to grab the little overnight stash he kept in your room when he crashed on your couch. “With me…stay here with me tonight, please” His heart broke. How could he say no, as if he would ever say no? However, it took too long for him to get into bed and you began to worry. You jolted up about to apologize for everything when you saw him. 

“Silly bun, I'm just turning on the nightlight, lay back down love.” With that, he crawled in next to you and instantly pulled you in like a stuffed rabbit. He was determined to warm your freezing skin. With a smile to his chest and one last deep breath of his cologne, you drifted off.

“Home” you muttered to yourself, but he knew. He always knew.

Sleep Over Series Chan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, I.N

#changbin x reader #changbin fluff #stray kids fluff #stray kids #skz #sugary sweet #sour sweet

[litlunacy]

Had to go back and smooch the wife in the moonlight.

I love the soft way they smile at each other.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #karlach #karlach cliffgate #karlach x tav #oc: marika #rotting all my teeth with this sugary fluff #otp: ForestFire

[nevaryadl]

Taleena Fluff

Out of public eye…

Tanya poked her head out of the darkened hallway, peering down both ways as swiftly as she could manage without being spotted. There was a group walking away, murmuring in lower voices and heads bent as they discussed something at length and in depth, oblivious to her as she ducked back inside to look down and beam at Mileena, looking up at her with soft and adoring eyes that made Tanya's insides melt into smitten goo.

"I think we have a moment," Tanya whispered softly, "Before anyone haggard either of us for anything."

Mileena also poked her head out to quickly look down both ways, her far superior hearing being put more to use as she waited half a second, listening both ways, before ducking back into the shadows that obscured them. Tanya saw the crinkle to her eyes as she reached for the clasp for her mask, but always that shadow of self consciousness as she still eagerly fumbled the clasp to undo it and reveal her mouth. Tanya had tried chasing that shadow away as gently and persistently as she could manage, but she was not the one to undo the trauma that Mileena had associated with her mouth, she could only help Mileena unwind the pain knotted there, smiling brilliantly as the mask was pulled down and left to hang around her neck.

Even in the shadows, what little light there was glinted from her twisted and jagged teeth.

And Tanya refused to, as she had been since she first saw those deadly teeth, be deterred. She bent down slightly to make up their height difference, reverently cupping Mileena's jaw to tip the beauty's head up and press several soft and cautious kisses along those sharp teeth, deftly dancing around the jagged edges and skin shredding points, across Mileena's permanent predator's grin, from one side to the other. And after raining a flurry of kisses along Mileena's teeth, Tanya moved to rain them down on her nose, her cheeks, her eyelids, her forehead, her temples, between her eyes. Every bit of skin that she could reach and press her lips to worship against. She kissed and kissed and kissed until Mileena's wonderful face was ruddy and a deep, growling purr was thundering away in her chest, that shadow gone from her eyes and replaced with warmth, love and deep seated joy. Just the way she liked Mileena, though to be fair, she liked Mileena in all the ways.

"My wonder, my delight," Tanya cooed, pressing a final, firm kiss to what was left of Mileena's cupids bow.

"You'll make me useless for the rest of the day at this rate," Mileena purred softly, sweetly, "My dearest love."

"Nonsense!" Tanya huffed, mock offended for all of three seconds before they broke down into girlish giggles.

Between giggles, Tanya pulled Mileena's head in to kiss the top of her head, lips brushing through dense but soft hair before she pulled her dearest to her chest to revel in a quiet moment out of public eye.

#mk #mortal kombat #taleena #Tanya (Mortal Kombat) #Mileena (Mortal Kombat) #fluff #I was possessed to write these two today and I just had to spew sugary flurry about them

[sugarbeampop]

You know what they say! Laughter is a super duper yummy treat for your heart!

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc sona #self-ship #f/o #caine #caine x oc #KandiCaine #sugarbeampop #can yall tell im an absolute sucker for the most sugary sweet fluff that can be produced #absolute cringe but also absolutely free 😌 #also I'm pretty sure no ond actually says what's in the caption I actually pulled it out of journal entry I wrote months ago XD

[whumpshaped]

challenging you to write some sweet and fluffy comfort for a whumpee who desperately needs it :)

tw angst, implied death

"I can never do anything to help!" Whumpee sobbed. "I– I'm useless, I'm always too late, or too weak, or– or too unequipped–"

Caretaker drew them into a hug, holding them together as they were about to fall apart completely. They didn't say a word, just let Whumpee cry into their shoulder for as long as they wanted. Their embrace never once loosened, and Whumpee never clung less desperately to the back of their shirt.

"That's not true," Caretaker whispered. "That's not true at all. If it were, I wouldn't be here. Friend wouldn't be here. Whumpee, you have saved so many of us."

"I've lost so many people. Too many. I can't even count. I can't– I can't even look in the mirror anymore."

Caretaker gently pushed them away, looking them in the eye. "Then look at me. I can tell you exactly what you look like. You look fucking exhausted, because you've been working your ass off for others. You can't save everyone, Whumpee. But you can sure as hell get some rest before we continue taking care of the ones you have."

#ok maybe i cant fucking write fluff #or maybe im just in a mood #by the time this goes up i hope my dog is ok but fuck today im just not in a very fluffy sugary mood #so i wrote the comfort i needed #asks #distract me prompts #angst #emotional whump #implied death #whump #whump drabble

[redroomroaving]

A simple meal: Rolan x Geraldus (Explicit)

Geraldus cooks Rolan dinner despite Rolan's best efforts.

Another sugary lil smut one shot spun off from 'The Harper and the Tower'

#geraldus x rolan #rolan x geraldus #fic link #baldurs gate smut #smut #bit of sugary cooking smut #bg3 rolan #rolan #bg3 geraldus #harper geraldus #holy rolan empire #fluff and smut #the harper and the tower

[dancerofhyrule]

Soft and Warm

Waaaah hello guess who wrote something for the first time in like forever IT’S ME

And wouldn’t you know it it’s for SUGARY SPIRE holy shit

So. This is basically a headcanon of mine in the form of a short story. But hopefully y’all will enjoy it anyhow

Here be the AO3 link

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47043268

#sugary spire #pizzelle #confecti #My writing #fluff

[vael-fire]

Alonza might be experiencing the beginning of an Oath crisis. A sympathetic Halsin means to distract him for the afternoon but ends up just as distracted himself.

Ridiculous, beautiful, perfect man. Half of me wanted to shake him and make him repeat affirmations for the rest of the afternoon: /I am good enough, I am smart enough, and Alonza wants to bang me constantly and thoroughly/. The other half just needed to kiss him. -Alonza

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Chapter 3 of this smutty fluff-fest coming at you, this time with 80% more Poetic Ruminations While Blowing a DILFy Elf Druid taggage.

#bg3 #halsin #halsin silverbough #alonza #named tav #tav #halsin x tav #fanfic #fic #bg3 fic #smutty fluff #fluffy smut #it's all the rage around here let me tell you these two #we're getting to bottom halsin I promise #tender fucking and sweet talking all day tho #and maybe a little bit of kink eventually but sugary AF

[skloomdumpster]

you know what: self declaring myself as a fluff hater. kill bite stab stab

#every time i see an overly fluffy take of a character a part of me dies #sorry but none of these characters are meant for sugary sweet fluff #mild fluff removed from the story maybe #au maybe #canon toothache fluff? gimme a break #to be deleted possibly

[hymbeauxs]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Red Valley (Podcast) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Warren Godby/Gordon Porlock Characters: Warren Godby, Gordon Porlock Additional Tags: Getting Together, Two Shot, During Canon, Not-Quite Christmas

"...you know, I’m actually a fairly good dancer.” - Gordon decides to try and do something nice after Warren's first hypersleep, but spiked eggnog and a weakness for gingers isn't helping him handle the undeniable charm of the not-holidays.

#oh man time to join the fluff train #it's sugary sweet and stupid #red valley podcast #rvp #warren godby #gordon porlock

[sweetracha]

First Sleep Over with Stray Kids

Sweet Dreams: Bang Chan

Sugar Content: Sugary Sweet (Fluff)

Allergy Warnings: N/A

Late nights in the studio were commonplace for Chan. The worn leather chair and wooden desk might as well be his bed and pillow at this point. Glowing desktop screens serve as his nightlight. However, while Chan feels at home, you certainly do not. Working early morning meant early bedtimes. Sadly it also meant many days away from your Channie. When he asked you to come listen to the demo track for their new comeback, how could you say no? So here you were, heavy eyelids slowly blinking. You try to get comfortable on the couch as you can tell this might take a while..it always takes a while. The world goes black around you until you feel a slight breeze on your face. Eyes open every so slightly to see what caused the disturbance. To your surprise you see a dream standing in front of you, a Bang Chan finished with his work. 

“Hello my sleepy baby,” he says with a slight giggle as he pets your messy hair down. Too tired to respond you just grumble instead.

“I think I should be getting us home” Christopher picks you up easily. He kisses your cheek and notices no reaction. You were out cold, dead to the world around you. To him, you couldn't have looked any more precious. 

You vaguely remember the sound of a car door shutting. Potholes shook you slightly. If you were more aware you would have known that Chris passed your apartment 5 minutes ago. You would have recognized the route he took. But being asleep meant you didn’t notice the door he entered was to the dorms and not your own. The bed would have seemed off to you, stark black sheets that combated your own. The room should have clued you in. No longer were you surrounded by sugary peaches but instead the musk of vanilla and tobacco. All of this would have set off your alarms if it wasn’t for the feeling of warmth under your head. The soft rhythmic thumbing acting as a lullaby. Slow deep breaths rocking you sweetly. Gentle arms blanketing you carefully. 

“Goodnight baby, I love you,” said softly into your hair followed by a kiss would be a confession only Chan heard, but he knew he’d be saying it for the rest of his life.

Sleep Over Series Chan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, I.N

#bang chan x reader #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #bang chan fluff #stray kids x reader #sugary sweet

[strawberryclementine]

Looking at my recent fanfic again and I'm finally at the level of sugary sweetness for Tenma and Gillen that I've wanted to read... Victory is mine

#it's fun to be angsty but the sugary sugary cavity-inducing fluff is yummy too #both kinds of reading and writing are cathartic in different ways #i dont usually write things as sugary as that and now when i want to read something so sweet it already exists yknow #🍓🍊 writes

[indestinatus]

question: does anyone have requests for tiva fics

#the inspiration is non existent #pls help a fellow soldier #idk what would you like to read? #funny / sad / character depths / angry / sex / sugary fluff #choose a fight and i'll maybe write it??? #sofia babbles