#Fluffff

[yoursweetinoccentdreams]

Bottles, Balloons, and a Battle of Egos

pairing husband! Toji x Pregnant! female reader

synopsis: Toji Fushiguro and his pregnant wife host a baby shower filled with laughter, family, and sorcerer chaos until Gojo crashes the party with his usual antics, testing Toji's patience..

The late afternoon sun filtered through the white canopies set up in the backyard of the Fushiguro household. Strings of pastel-colored balloons swayed in the breeze, and a giant “Welcome Baby Fushiguro!” sign hung proudly above a table stacked with gifts. There were decorations everywhere—tiny shoes, rattles, and baby bottles, all themed in soft greens and yellows because neither you nor Toji wanted to know the baby's gender until they arrived.

You rubbed your swollen belly gently, smiling as you watched Tsumiki and Megumi run around the garden with Shiu Kong’s kids, all of them wearing party hats shaped like pacifiers. Tsumiki had helped pick the games, while Megumi had—begrudgingly—picked the cake (Vanilla, with a suspiciously violent amount of blue and pink sprinkles).

Toji had outdone himself, too. He was currently grilling under one of the gazebos, his signature smirk on full display, black t-shirt snug across his chest as he flipped skewers with casual ease. The man who once swore he’d never care about birthdays or parties had now coordinated a damn baby shower with surprising efficiency. You suspected Shiu’s wife had something to do with the color palette, though.

“Oi, babe,” Toji called across the yard, lifting his sunglasses just enough to look at you. “You sitting down? Don’t make me carry you again.”

You stuck your tongue out at him and waved him off, plopping down onto a plush lawn chair. “I’m fine! You’re the one who needs to sit down before you burn something!”

He grunted in mock annoyance, then grinned.

Shiu walked over, beer in hand, his usual smirk plastered across his face. “Man, you really traded in the assassin life for cupcakes and confetti.”

Toji rolled his eyes. “Don’t make me punch you in front of your kids.”

“Oh please,” Shiu snorted. “They’ve seen worse. Your son roundhouse kicked mine last week.”

“That’s Megumi’s way of saying hello.”

You giggled, then suddenly felt a shadow over you. You looked up—and of course, there he was.

“Y/N-chan,” came the sing-song voice you’d recognize anywhere.

Gojo Satoru.

He was wearing his usual blindfold, but you could feel the obnoxious grin practically radiating off him. His white hair stood out like a sore thumb among the muted pastel tones of the baby shower. He leaned down toward you, and you immediately knew he was up to no good.

“Hey there, mama. You’re glowing. And I don’t mean just the pregnancy glow—I mean like, goddess-level glow. Tell me, how’d a stone-faced grump like Toji land someone as divine as you?”

You laughed awkwardly. “Satoru…”

Across the yard, Toji paused mid-grill. His smirk vanished like a puff of smoke. Shiu, catching the sudden shift in mood, coughed into his fist.

“Oh boy. Here we go.”

Gojo continued, clearly loving the reaction. “You know, if things were different… maybe you and I could’ve ended up together, huh?”

You blinked. “Wha—”

“Don’t even,” came the growl from behind you.

Gojo raised his hands innocently, finally turning to face Toji, who had abandoned the grill completely and was stalking toward them, tongs in hand like a weapon.

“Relax, daddy-to-be,” Gojo teased. “I’m just congratulating the lady of the hour. You know—showering her with compliments at the baby shower.”

“I’ll shower you with my foot in your face,” Toji snapped, grabbing Gojo by the collar and yanking him down a few inches. “Back. Off.”

Gojo grinned wider. “So possessive. I like it.”

You placed a gentle hand on Toji’s arm, eyes warm but stern. “Toji. It’s fine. He’s just being annoying like always.”

Toji’s jaw ticked, but the feel of your fingers calmed him down slightly. He huffed and released Gojo with a final glare. “Stay away from her.”

“Noted,” Gojo said, still grinning like the smug menace he was.

Shiu wandered over with a second beer and handed it to Toji. “Here. You looked like you were about to commit a homicide in front of the bouncy castle.”

Toji took it without a word, popped the cap off with his thumb, and took a long swig.

The rest of the party carried on with far less drama, thankfully. There were games (including one where the adults had to guess baby food flavors blindfolded, which Shiu failed spectacularly). There was laughter and gifts and little Megumi sitting quietly beside you, one hand resting protectively on your belly while Tsumiki showed the baby photo album to Gojo’s confused but entertained students.

When it was time to cut the cake, Toji pulled you close, kissing your temple gently.

“I know I give Gojo a lot of crap,” he murmured. “But if he ever really tried anything, he wouldn’t live long enough to regret it.”

You smiled, snuggling into his side. “I know. But I also know he’s just poking at you to be annoying.”

“To be fair,” Shiu chimed in, mouth full of cake, “he’s got a point. Y/N’s way outta your league.”

Toji flicked a sprinkle at his forehead.

Later that night, after the kids were in bed and the guests were gone, you and Toji curled up on the couch, your belly pressed to his side. His hand rested over the swell, fingers stroking the skin with surprising gentleness.

“You know,” you whispered, “You were really sweet today. I think you’re actually excited.”

He kissed your shoulder. “Course I’m excited. This baby’s gonna have the strongest, scariest, most beautiful mom ever.”

You chuckled. “And the scariest dad.”

“Damn right.”

There was a pause.

“…But if Gojo ever flirts with you again, I’m putting a pacifier in his mouth and taping it shut.”

You burst out laughing, and somewhere down beneath your skin, the baby kicked.

AN: TYSM FOR 1K ON MY LAST TOJI POST THAT WAS UNEXPECTED!

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Silent comfort | ShinoGiyuu

Theme: Hurt/comfort??  Note: for no reason, i've suddenly been drawn back to ShinoGiyuu again-

Shinobu sat in a panicked state, her back pressed against the wall of her room, her hand to her chest. Her breathing was heavy and she blinked rapidly, trying to stop the tears from forming in her eyes.

Calm down, calm down, calm down.

It was like a mantra as she repeated it over and over in her head. 

Nightmares are for children. Calm. Down.

That was a lie. But the worse she felt about it, the more she would will herself to stop having them.

Calm down, you can't let this keep happening, calm down.

It had happened time and time again. Sometimes, she was afraid to sleep. To dream. She would stay awake, staring at the curtains barely containing the midday sunlight from seeping through. 

Count to ten, she would tell herself. She wished she wasn't so childish. So idiotic. Why was she like this? She only had so much time to rest, why was she wasting it on panicking? God, how incompetent was she? 

She vaguely registered the click of a door opening, footsteps. 

She let out a shaky breath, her bangs slipping over her eyes. Her knees were drawn up to her chest and she sat there, curled up. She felt constricted, her ribcage closing around her heart, her lungs, and then-

A steady hand on her upper arm brought her to a lilting sense of reality. She blinked up at whoever it was. At first, their face glazed from her gaze and she didn't recognize them. But she caught the green and yellow hexgonal pattern printed upon fabric that brushed her leg as the hand moved up to her shoulder, tightening comfortingly. 

She blinked again, tears she was holding back blurring her vision. 

"T...Tomioka-San?" she mumbled, biting her lip to keep her emotions from spilling over. Why was he here?

"Kocho...," Giyuu murmured. He had knelt down in front of her, eyebrows creased in worry. It was the most emotion she had seen on his face before and it startled her. She forgot herself for a moment, until she felt a drop sliding down her cheek. 

She mentally cursed herself, waiting for the inevitable nag from Giyuu to pull herself together. Only it didn't come. Instead, his hand rested upon her jaw, thumb grazing her cheek. She held her breath, slowly raising her gaze to meet his.

Giyuu's eyes were intent, the blue dark from the lack of light. "Are you alright?" he asked quietly. His hand still rested on the side of her face, drawing circles on her cheek. 

"I... What're you...?" Her question trailed off, unsure where it was going. What was he doing here? What was he doing?

"You told me to come for a check-up. Aoi directed me here when I arrived," he said simply, gaze searching her face for an answer to his own un-asked question.

"I'm... sorry," Shinobu said, letting out a breath. She had forgotten about that. She was being stupid, now. Humiliating herself in front of him, making him comfort her.

"For?"

Her eyes flit down, not wanting to see his expression. It would be blank, no doubt. Uncaring. Or would it be mocking? Thinly-veiled disgust? She couldn't blame him. She was a Hashira, for god's sake. Yet here she was, crying over a stupid nightmare. Pathetic, that's hat she was.

"No... Nothing. Give me a minute, we can get to your check-up now," she mumbled, sucking in a shaky breath, trying to pull herself together.

There was movement, though she didn't know exactly what. Then Giyuu was sitting next to her, side by side. He took her hand, which had rested previously on her knee, cradling it. 

"Tomi... What?" she said, surprised. This wasn't the response she had expected.

She glanced at him, but he had drawn his knees up like she had, hands holding the one of hers tenderly. He entwined his hand with hers, clasping it gently.

She watched him, his face slack but soothing. She didn't understand. Why was he being so kind to her?

"You don't have to talk," he said quietly, noticing her staring at him. 

"Your... check-up?" she said meekly. 

He shook his head and said nothing more, his thumb circling on the back of her hand. It sparked a memory in Shinobu's mind, bringing her tears to the near edge.

Kanae, hugging her after their parents died. Kanae, telling her it would be alright before Final Selection. Kanae, holding her hand like this, comforting her after she had gotten injured. Kanae, her quite presence as her life slowly faded. 

Shinobu looked down, resting her forehead on her knees. Her breath was harsh again and she fought the urge to cry. She had embarrassed herself enough in front of Giyuu. 

Yet Giyuu seemed to notice this, lifting her hand so she turned her attention to him, pursing her lips together to contain herself. 

"You... don't have to hold back," he murmured. "It's okay."

And somehow, those words brought her to her limit, tears quivering as they slowly slipped down, creating crevices in the thinly layered make up she had put on earlier. 

Giyuu nodded then changed their positions carefully, scooting closer and drawing her onto his lap so she was curled up in his arms. He rubbed her back, resting his head against hers.

"It's okay," he repeated. "It's okay." 

She nodded to his words, silent sobs breaking through. And suddenly it wasn't because of her nightmares anymore. She didn't know what it was. But she felt safe there, for a moment. For once, after so long, she felt that he wasn't lying. The words didn't seem like an empty promise right now. 

His thumb, though hardened from the years of fighting, wiped her tears away so tenderly. She leaned her face into his palm, her eyes fluttering close. He led her through breathing, helping her calm herself. 

He breathed in carefully and she copied him, her breath stuttering with a hiccup. He rubbed her back, leading her through breathing out. In and out, in and out. 

She leaned against his body, his arms wrapping around her. 

"Thank you," she murmured. 

He didn't answer, instead placing his lips carefully on her forehead. It felt... right. She didn't know how, it just did. So she let him, let him hug her, let him comfort her. Let herself enjoy it, eyes closed.

"You should rest," he said softly.

She didn't protest, feeling somehow both emotionally and physically exhausted. As she drifted off to sleep, she thought she heard him say something, though she couldn't be certain of it.

"It'll be fine," he whispered. "I love you."

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By far my favorite oneshot i have written recently :333

[bearw-me]

Hellooooo! You write Lute so well (the best in my humble opinion), sooo I figured you'd be the best person to bring this request to🖤

Could i request a lute x girlfriend!reader where they used to be long-term best friends, but during the friendship reader was convinced she was straight bc she'd never been attracted to a woman before Lute.

Now they're in a new relationship and Lute is helping her girlfriend come to terms with her sexual orientation/identity as a bisexual. Or a lute-sexual considering Lute's still the only woman she's ever had an attraction to 💀

*Bonus points if reader expresses that she's afraid she won't be a good girlfriend considering she'd only been with 1 man before her and doesn't know how to "properly treat" a woman (She treats Lute great as a gf and a friend, poor thing's just new to this)*

Lmbo imagine reader just having bi-panic anytime she interacted with Lute during their friendship Or getting flustered anytime Lute did anything remotely attractive during their relationship

Thank youuuuu! Also random question: who's your fav character in Hazbin?

ty for such kind words! :')

+ fav hazbin character isss- lets say husk (i feel a kinship with him lol, plus i LOVE keith davis's voice) i also adore angel and adam <3

𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬? — 𝐋𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐇𝐜𝐬

𐐒 ft : lute x girlfriend!reader 𐐒 cw : fluff, slight angst, lute makes you blush as per usual 𐐒 summary : lute assures you she's happy-more than happy- to be with you, despite being the first woman you've ever dated + drabble at the end :) 𐐒 note : lute-sexual is SO relatable

Lute just holding both sides of your face, squishing you while she reassures you that: "You are an amazing girlfriend"

She sighs, "Don't be stupid."

she's always trying to physically smoosh the sentiment into you, either with her kisses or by holding you down and affirming you.

Lute is very gentle, emotionally speaking. She understands the new-raw emotions you must be feeling, being in a relationship with a woman for the first time.

If you're having a hard time coming to terms with your sexuality, Lute can wait as long as it takes.

You're both in the same boat: She's never been in a relationship, and you've never been with a woman.

As her best-friend, you try to be there for her through laughs and sorrows.

Eyeing her curves and respecting her brilliance in battle. . . her ability to not be talked down to no matter the foe.

For all those years you lusted for her. . . you mistook the feelings for friendly support, ignoring the way you'd blush when you watched her come back from training: A sports bra, and long martial arts shorts adorning her heavenly body. The muscles around her back built to shoulder the burden of wings, and a strong core to match.

A literal form build by god. . . the sight making you tremble with nerves.

And. . . now you were with her.

Lute adores all the thoughtful gifts you give her throughout the day. It makes her smile, silently treasuring the things you buy or find for her.

In a relationship, I think Lute can already tell whenever you become flustered by her or overwhelmed.

For example: she takes her shirt off and turns to you, watching you tremble and bury your burning face into your hands, attempting to hide it from her but peeking through your fingers.

She thinks its the cutest fucking thing in the world.

"Lute? How can I even be a good girlfriend for you? I don't... I don't know how to..." You manage to spit out as she walks over to the bed your sitting on.

She smiles softly, crawling over to sit on your lap, cupping your face in her hands to stop you from hiding.

"Babe, you're a fucking great girlfriend," she assures you.

And Lute revels in your beauty, holding your face and running her thumbs over your cheeks, and committing every bump and blemish to memory.

"Kiss me?" You ask her happily, almost like a puppy.

And its Lute's turn to blush, her face bursting into a fiery red bliss, tackling you backward onto the bed in an attempt to distract.

[artingstarvist]

Paper Memories: Chp 4 Snippet

Hua Cheng sat back, his one discerning eye glued to His Highness.

His God was doing his best to appear tranquil and unbothered. Hua Cheng could still feel an undercurrent of nervousness behind that tepid smile. He could see the tightness around his eyes. What happened earlier this evening had shaken him badly. 

His Highness needed a distraction from all his worries. 

“Gege, did you know that spiritual energy is most efficiently exchanged mouth to mouth?”

His Highness choked and sputtered violently on his next sip of water.

Hua Cheng walked over and patted him gently on the back. 

“San Lang, really,” he said once he was able to catch his breath. 

“It’s true!” Hua Cheng said, taking His Highness's hand and intertwining their fingers, as he spun in front of him.

“We’ve been doing it palm to palm, but it takes much longer for the energy to transfer that way. It has to travel all the way up your arm first.”

His Highness actually rolled his eyes like Mu Qing and was now looking away, as if he wasn’t planning to humor him. Hua Cheng didn’t miss the subconscious swipe of his tongue over his bottom lip. 

“Gege thinks I’m making this up?” he asked in mock offense.

Those soft brown eyes finally found his again, and His Highness struggled against a smile.

[wordsmithwhumpsandfluff]

Just a lil bit of fluff to tide y'all over till the Spirit fic is done. Sry it's taking so long!!

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Felix’s hands moved skillfully as he sketched color onto a fire-colored mermaid gown, laying on his stomach on Atticus’s bed. His boyfriend was doing his own schoolwork at his dining table, playing background fall cafe music that was relaxing enough that it made Felix feel pleasantly sleepy, but he decided he’d finish his design first before taking a nap.

About half an hour earlier, Atticus had tried working in the bedroom as well, but much to his frustration, he couldn’t focus without actually sitting at a table. Not to mention how badly he wanted to cuddle instead of studying.

Felix yawned, thinking about final touches for the design, grabbing his white gel pen to make some sparkle pattern on the side. He was focused on making the little details on the page when he heard a computer shut outside the bedroom, and Atticus came back in the bedroom just a few moments later.

“I wanna go on a date tonight,” Atticus stated, going to his closet and grabbing a hoodie.

Felix smiled a little. “Where do you want to go? Movies?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, pulling on the hoodie before flopping on the bed, sideways so his head rested on Felix’s lower back. “They’re showing some old movies tonight. ‘You’ve Got Mail‘ is one of them.”

Felix smiled wider at that. “Okay. When’s it showing?”

Atticus pulled his phone out of his pants pocket, tapping the screen before saying, “It’s at seven. We have two hours before that.”

Felix nodded. “Okay. I’ll finish this design and nap before then.”

“We can get snacks at the theater, but do you wanna order some dinner before we go?”

“Sure.”

“Are you almost done?”

“Almost.”

“Can we cuddle and nap together when you’re done?”

Felix’s smile became amused. He could feel Atticus’s eyes on the back of his head and could sense his boyfriend’s desire for attention. He decided to be a bit cheeky. “Hmmm. . . nope.”

He could imagine the look of surprise on Atticus’s face. “Whyyyy?” Atticus asked, a pout evident in his voice.

Chuckling, Felix looked over his shoulder, seeing his boyfriend’s pouty face. “I’m just joking, Atti. Of course we can cuddle.”

Atticus continued to pout, eyes narrowing. “You’re mean. Not funny.” He turned his head away, but stayed laying on Felix’s lower back, so his cheek rested on Felix’s ass and the blonde chuckled at his boyfriend’s attempt at seeming upset while still being clingy.

Still smiling, Felix continued to work on his design. His white gel pen smeared a little bit, so he spent a bit of time fixing the design, so focused that he didn’t hear his boyfriend ask him something. It wasn’t until Atticus literally bit his ass that Felix’s attention was broken and he let out a yelp, his red pencil flying out of his hand. “What the—”

“Pasta or subs for dinner?” Atticus asked casually, like he hadn’t just literally bit Felix’s ass.

“You just—”

“You weren’t listening to me,” Atticus stated, pouting again. “Pasta or subs?”

Felix’s face burned as he sighed, looking at his design and deciding he could add final touches later. Clearly, he had other things to take care of—more specifically, a needy and adorable boyfriend—so he shut his sketchbook and set it aside along with all his art supplies. “Pasta,” he said, turning onto his side and forcing Atticus to sit up on his elbows. “I want alfredo. And we can cuddle now.”

Atticus couldn’t help but smile, pout instantly vanishing, and quickly placing a DoorDash order on his phone before putting his phone down and moving so he could hug Felix’s waist and burry his face in the shorter man’s chest.

Felix kissed the top of Atticus’s head, fingers lazily running through Atticus’s hair. “You’re such a clingy baby, lovely,” he chuckled.

Simply shrugging, Atticus hugged Felix tighter. Voice slightly muffled my Felix’s shirt, Atticus suddenly stated, “For someone so flat, your ass is surprisingly squishy.”

The comment took a second to register in Felix’s slightly sleepy mind. When it did, he was quite literally speechless. “I-” he sputtered, somehow feeling both offended and flustered.

Atticus giggled at the reaction his comment got, snuggling closer and planting a kiss on Felix’s chest. “I love you,” he said, happy to be getting cuddled.

Deciding to let go of the comment—for now—Felix smiled softly again and closed his eyes, lips pressed to Atticus’s head. “I love you too. But if I have a bite mark on my arse, you’re getting one to match.”

[joffyworld]

FLUFFFYYYYYYYYYYY

How it would look like if Narinder kissed Lambert while they were wearing my version of the Berserker Fleece.

The answer is very fluffy.

[shu-box-puns]

Quick headcannon for our favourite little family. (Tsu'tey/Reader & Spider)

Tsu'tey, like the rest of his clan, is a professional weaver. He can make rugs, tapestries, baskets, anything you can think of. And he'll have it done in half the time you expect it to take. In comparison, Reader's skill equates to a teen learning for the very first time, how to make friendship bracelets with sewing thread instead of embroidery floss.

So of course, hilariously, Spider (age 4) decides to go to Reader out of both parents, and demand they teach him how to make jewellery. (Bonus points if Reader was already trying to make a piece for Tsu'tey and was near tears with how hard they were struggling).

And of course, like a good parent who does not want a scenario of the blind leading the blind, they suggest he waits for Tsu'tey to come home. To which Spider refuses, so they compromise with Reader showing him the basics (they can barely do it themselves) so that Tsu'tey can show him the more complicated stuff later. Unsurprisingly, Spider takes after Reader and can't weave for shit so the first attempt it laughable.

Tsu'tey doesn't seem to care though.

When he ducks into the compound, looking tired and content after a long day with the clan, he greets his mate and child with a warm smile and a hug. He has barely put down his bow before Spider is rushing up to him and brandishing his first weaving technique.

Of course, Tsu'tey looks at it with nothing but heart eyes.

<"For me?"> He asks, tail beginning to wag as Spider nods excitedly, toddling closer to push it into his Dad's hands, only for his little face to fall when he realises that the bracelet is WAY too small for Tsu'tey's big wrist.

Not missing a beat, Tsu'tey carefully plucks the bracelet from Spider's little hands and rolls it onto his second finger, before giving the fingers a wiggle. <"It fits perfectly, thank you my sweet."> He praises, bending to give Spider a raspberry to the forehead. Of course, Spider is immediately delighted and toddles off to go make MORE bracelets.

And like the proud father he is, Tsu'tey loves EVERYTHING Spider makes for him and I mean EVERYTHING! This man goes round decked out in brightly coloured jewellery with uneven beading and knot work, and he is PROUD to be seen in it all. He hoards Spider's projects like a human parent hoards drawings on the kitchen fridge.

And even years later, when Spider has significantly improved and is making pieces that rival all the other kids his age, Tsu'tey keeps everything his boy ever made him. Spider once demanded he remove all the shitty bracelets and burn them, looking embarrassed as he pressed a new piece into Tsu'tey's hands.

Of course, the new piece simply got added to Tsu'tey's attire, and he reluctantly removed the older pieces upon Spider's request, but kept them safely stored with his other possessions. What Spider doesn't know however, is that he keeps the very first bracelet/ring, hidden under his forearm guard, secured tightly with an additional leather strap so it will never go missing.

[littlebirdygirlywriting]

Hiii!!!! I got a fluffy thought for bbygurl Matt Murdock if your interested!

As someone who hoards a ton of blankets like a dragon with gold, I image she'd have to change some of them due to Matt's senses but that just means she gets to go on a shopping trip with her boyfriend for blankets of all things. It's a dream come true! Matt can hear the excitement in his girls voice as she's constantly asking him what textures he does like so she can bring some for him to pick and he's totally encouraging it with how happy she sounds. And once they get home, immediate cuddles with the new blankets to 'test them out' as Matt says.

Oh my gosh, yeasss!!! Fellow blanket hoarder here! 🥰 This is lowkey inspiring me for a fic, but until that happens, may I present:

She’s probably collected these blankets over many years. Birthdays, Christmas, an absolute STEAL at a Farmer’s Market.

As such, she probably has a lot of memories attached to them. (I can tell you exactly where I got each one of my blankets, from the Mexican-style picnic blanket in my vehicle down to the used-to-be-fluffy puppy blanket from my aunt for Christmas.)

She would be SO SAD to part with them, and I feel like Matt would actually understand that and try his hardest to tolerate them without a word of complaint.

But once she knows, she knows—and, of course, she wouldn’t want Matt to feel uncomfortable.

So, he catches her shoving them in a box one day, criss-cross on the floor, piles of neatly stacked blankets surrounding her.

“What are you doing, sweetheart?” “Boxing these blankets up.” “Why?”

He proceeds to sit on the floor next to her and tell her which textures he’s okay with and which ones offend his senses.

After it’s all said and done, the apartment looks emptier. She still has some of her original blanket supply, but it’s limited, and Matt places a kiss on her temple before coming up with the idea to shop for more together.

When he whispers this idea in her ear, her entire face lights up, and they grab a quick bite to eat before heading out.

At the store, there are SO MANY options! Colours, textures—even different smells!

She bounces on the balls of her feet before dragging Matt to the first display.

And that’s, essentially, how the rest of their day goes. Her stacking blankets in his arms after he’s given them his approval. Taking his hand (or wrist, once the blankets pile up) and leading him through the aisles. Smiling after every nod of approval and hopping up on her toes to kiss him over the stack.

It’s 100% his favourite shopping trip, ever.

When they arrive at the apartment, the hoard is instantly piled all over the couch.

Matt pulls her in by her waist and flops onto the collection, feeling as she giggles and burrows herself into the blankets as if they were a nest.

They turn on a movie (with her describing the actions on screen, because her descriptions are better and way more fun than the monotone voice of the “described video”) until they both eventually drift off to sleep.

When they wake up later, the blankets would be all over the floor and couch. But hey! At least it was a very comfortable sleep.

This was the fluffiest thought EVER!!! Thank you so much for sending it to my inbox! MWAH! 😘🫶🏻♥️♥️

[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

I’m thinking about Marbit. But like, nothing specific, just Marbit in general. Someone please tell me a cute HC you have for them (or actually, just a HC for any cute relationship (platonic or romantic idc) in the outsiders. I just need cute fluffy things to think about)

[rueclfer]

UNPOPULAR OPINION ‼️

FLUFFTOBER>>>>>> KINKTOBER

they are all necessary for the tumblr spooktober equilibrium!!!!

flufftober

↗️ 🎃 ↘️

angsttober ⬅️ kinktober

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Sweet talk | {SabiGiyuu}

Theme: Fluff!

Note: Somewhat mutual agreement that they're dating (SabiGiyuu!) 

Choose their ages it's just mindless fluff activity no actual sense of time tbh

or AU lmao.. i just realized this could be a modern AU or a regular AU or anything you put your mind to- 

And this is short i'm sorry :'> i got stuck half way thru

Giyuu lay quietly on his futon, his eyes fluttering open every now and then, watching Sabito as they lay together in the room, their simple presence soothing their bodies and minds.

Sabito wasn't tired at all and ran his hand through the tangled mess of Giyuu's hair every so now and then in a gentle motion. 

"Giyuu?"

"Yes, Sabito?" Giyuu said, almost instantly though his voice was quite placid and drowsy.

"You're really cute when you're tired," Sabito said, not really thinking about what he was saying. His hand slipped down to Giyuu's jaw, stroking his cheek in slow motions.

Giyuu smiled at him. "I love you, Sabito."

"Hm...mhm, you're always cute though," he continued, moving closer and resting his forehead against Giyuu's. 

"Am I?" Giyuu asked, his eyes fluttering close again.

Sabito nodded, placing a gentle kiss on his boyfriend's jaw, hovering over his lips. "Very. I don't know how I managed to get myself such an adorable boyfriend," he teased.

Giyuu closed the distance between them, kissing him slowly and deliberately. When he pulled away, he opened his eyes, meeting Sabito's gaze. "Mmhm, but I have a hot boyfriend," he said, giggling. 

"...I do too!" Sabito said, huffing.

"No, you said yours was cute!" Giyuu pointed out.

"Well, he's also hot!" 

"He's not!" he protested.

Sabito kissed him then, pulling back a couple seconds later. "You are, Giyuu," he murmured. "Very."

Giyuu pouted but didn't say anything other, sleep clouding back into his mind.

"You should rest," Sabito said, noticing.

"I wanna talk with you more, Sabit...o," Giyuu mumbled, his eyes fluttering open then shutting again.

"We can talk in the morning, go to sleep," he said, kissing Giyuu's forehead, his hand entangling in the dark locks of Giyuu's hair. 

"Mm..." Giyuu moved, his arms wrapping around Sabito's waist. He buried his head in his boyfriend's chest, nuzzling him gently.

Sabito smiled, patting the other affectionately. "Love you, Giyuu," he said quietly.

"Love you too," Giyuu said, his voice muffled by Sabito's chest.

The room lapsed into silence—a comfortable one, though—and Sabito held onto Giyuu protectively, listening to the soft sound of their breathing as Giyuu drifted off to sleep.

A couple minutes later, Giyuu's breathing slowed in sign that he'd fallen asleep. Sabito was drifting off as well, his hand swimming through the tangled black locks of Giyuu's hair in comforting motions, his eyes fluttering close.

"I love you so much, Giyuu," Sabito whispered into Giyuu's embrace. "You're wonderful and amazing and I want to spend my whole life with you. I just... care for you so much. You're the best person I've ever met and I wish I could keep you for myself always, never share you with anyone. But I want you to be happy. I want you to live your best life and I'll do anything to protect you from anything making it otherwise." 

He went quiet again, opening his eyes and kissing Giyuu's forehead gently again. "I wish I could tell you just how much I love you," he murmured, closing his eyes again and letting himself drift off to sleep.

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I was using this LMAO 😭 I just used random things from this to write the fluff BC IT'S SO FREAKING CUTE ARHGH

[jiyongssi]

G - Dragon Dorothy 🩰✨️

[frostwyrhm]

I finally got around to hunting for a Slither Wing and I FOUND them and they're BEAUTIFUL. Their name is Millagazor, like the fire hawk from WoW. They're baby. You can hug them. (this was meant to be a warmup scribble and it got so out of hand)

[goayda]

Healing (part 2)

First part here:

The lute music stopped and when he slowly turned his head, Izzy finally saw Frenchie, sitting on a chair by the bed.

“How are you feeling, Izzy?” Frenchie whispered, smiling kindly at him.

Izzy tried to speak but his throat felt too dry to get the words out and he groaned in frustration. Stede stirred lightly by his side, but he didn’t wake up and his hand only gripped Izzy’s tighter.

“Don’t wake him up, babe, he deserves a nap,” Frenchie said without raising his voice. “He’s been worried sick about you the whole time. He just fell asleep a few minutes ago.”

“H-how long?” Izzy managed to croak out.

“Over a day. You’ve been quite out of it for most of it so you probably don’t remember much,” Frenchie said with a shrug. “I think Roach might have overdone it a bit with the laudanum, but man, you needed quite a lot of stitches there.”

Izzy grimaced. He could only feel a dull pain on his back at the moment, but that was probably going to change soon when the effect of the laudanum disappeared completely.

“Don’t worry, babe, we’ll take care of you. All of us, but very especially the captain, as it seems,” Frenchie added with a smirk.

“W-why this?” Izzy tried to ask, shaking his hand with Stede’s still grasped around it. “C’ptain should be resting in ‘s cabin.”

“Well, that’s actually on you, Izzy,” Frenchie replied, amused. “You were the one who took his hand while Roach was sewing you up. The captain simply didn’t let go once you fell asleep. He refused to leave at all.”

“WHAT!”

The squeak even in his hoarse voice was enough to finally wake Stede up and when Izzy turned to look at the face of the captain, he saw a smile bloom on his face when he noticed Izzy was awake.

“Izzy, are you alright?” Stede asked, immediately growing concerned. “What a stupid question, my apologies, I’m sure you’re feeling awful at the moment. Can I bring you something? Some water maybe-?”

Stede seemed to notice their intertwined hands then and stopped abruptly and Izzy thought he was about let go of his hand immediately, as if it burned him, probably ashamed, maybe even disgusted, and he braced himself for the disappointment that he was already starting to feel without even knowing why.

Stede smiled and simply put his other hand over them. That maniac.

“I’m so glad you’re safe, Izzy, I was so worried there for a moment,” Stede said, both his hands squeezing Izzy’s lightly.

And all Izzy could do was stare wide-eyed at him as Frenchie chuckled lightly beside them.

[heartsoftruth]

Guess which Dutchie is going to THE GP you have to go to as a Lewis fan: MEEEE😭😭🙌🏽

Silverstone here I come 🥳

I’m keeping my fingers crossed that I meet my fave Hamilton man: Roscoes 🥺🥺♥️

[lurinoodle]