#nothing but fluff

[vamp4kaulitz]

MORNINGS W GRUMPY BILL

no pronouns pacifically used can be seen as any gender

2006-2008 bill , will make a 2023 one i promise

Bill had a real busy schedule today, so you guys had to wake up early. Of course you knew Bill wasn’t a morning person, so it was hard with your mornings with him. You usually woke up earlier than him (if you don’t pretend shhh). You tossed and turned in bed and then yawned. You turned over and saw Bill sleeping. “How can someone be so fine when sleeping?” You thought. Only Bill Kaulitz can. You smiled and then got up and brushed your teeth before you went and woke up him.

“Bill?” You softly said while shaking him a bit. “Hmmm…” He whined while turning away from you. “Bill, we have to get ready. You have a very busy schedule today.” You said and Bill slowly opened his eyes. “A few more minutes.” He spoke and then fell back asleep. You chuckled and then hugged him. “Bill, come on..” “Schatz..Please..” He whined while wiggling around. “Fine, I’m gonna go get georg.” You smirked because you knew georg will definitely wake him up. As soon as he heard georg’s name he woke tf up.

“Meine Liebe you’re such a meanie!” Bill complained and then got up and went to brush his teeth and stuff. You also got ready and packed some of you guys stuff you’ll definitely need.

Once you guys had got on the bus, Bill was ignoring the fuck out of you. You knew he wasn’t a morning person, so of course he had his little tantrums in the morning. “Bill can you—“ “No!” “I didn’t even finish my sentence!!” “Nooo!” He whined while wiggling away from you and turning to the window. You sighed and shook your head. The whole ride he ignored you and when you tried to put your head on his shoulder he’d whine and shrug you off him. Bill didn’t care who he lashed out on, he just wanted to sleep more.

“That’s what you get for sleeping at 2 in the morning Bill.” You would say when he whined about wanting to sleep and being tired.

Of course his little tantrums and whiny mood disappeared once it was the afternoon. You would explain to him how he acted and he would be so upset at himself for pushing you away. “Meine Liebe!!” He whined while hugging you. “I’m sorry!! You know how I can act in the morning..” He pouted and you chuckled. “Don’t worry baby, I’m used to it by now.” No matter how your used to it, you found it cute every time.

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[salaimoi]

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ thank you. ♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

short fluffy gojo satoru x fem reader for a change ᵔᴗᵔ

wc: 363

Satoru always knew just what to say when you were on your period—aching with cramps and headaches. you’d usually tough it out and refuse to take any medicine to aid with the pain and that bothered him.

he knew you refused to take them so you wouldn’t seem “weak” in front of him. you could’ve lost an arm in the most brutal way but you would still put up a front for him.

he’d plant small kisses on your forehead while he massaged your shoulders and repeated a million i love you’s. he was too caring for his own good, putting others over him—especially you—because he had a soft spot for his pretty girl.

you were the epitome of divinity in his eyes. your aura alone made you irresistible to someone like him—someone who didn’t believe in love because it never ended the same way it did in the movies. he always witnessed how the guy got the girl, and they lived happily ever after, but that never happened to him—until you.

the heavens must have finally smiled upon him for a change when you bumped into him that fated day and spilled fresh roasted coffee on his expensive clothes. the embarrassed smile that adorned your face as you apologized to him for being so careless—the redness stained your face like paint to a canvas. he reassured it was okay, but you knew deep down that you made yourself look like a fool in front of such a handsome man like satoru.

ever since that day, you made sure to not let him see you in such a vulnerable state because of how passive he became around you. he never said no to you or even raised his voice at you—you were too precious to him for him to do so.

you were his everything. you planted a kidney bean that later sprouted inside him, turning all his hatred and bitterness into love and benevolence.

he could spend a thousand years thanking you for doing so, but even then it wouldn’t be enough. you personified the promise that things would get better when he was beginning to fall into despair.

you saved him.

[lostmyremembrall]

Come study/work with Ominis Gaunt in the Library!

So I've been studying to this for the past month, slowly adjusting the audio files, ambience... And I think it's ready!

Sweet Ominis will...

ask you to take a break at 50 minutes.

give words of encouragement

engage in chatter about Sebastian

eat snacks with you

tell you about his potion assignment

subtly ask you out to Hogsmeade

fall asleep in front of you

The timestamp for all his lines is in the youtube video description. Hope you guys enjoy! (This is my first time with AI voice and video editing, so any feedback is welcome!)

[3-2-whump]

Long Weekend

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The premise: The mafia boss is away on a long business trip; and he asks Nico to look after Khaled for the weekend.

I know my handwriting is crap, so text reads as follows:

K: Can you believe it? A long weekend business trip! A whole Friday, Saturday, and Sunday to do whatever we want to do! I was thinking we could start with a movie, maybe go to the beach, play some soccer- N: -All of that is entirely possible, but first, I gotta pick up a friend... K: Wait, this isn't the same friend that gave me a pint of beer that one time, is it? N: No, it's him. J: What? You gonna start on all the fun without me? K: Julio! Wait, you two know each other? Okay, how did that happen? J: Uh- N: Doesn't matter! Now, about that movie you wanted to see...

How They Spent Their Long Weekend:

Movie Scene:

N: *has seen Spirited Away +100 times by now, still cries every time* K: *seeing Spirited Away for the first time, already loves it* J: *has seen Spirited Away ~5 times (?), is currently enjoying the popcorn*

Hookah Scene:

N: This is really nice. We should come back here some day, like maybe for your birthday.

Keep-Away Scene:

N: Wait, why am I in the middle? J: Because, Mr. 'Real Football,' Khaled and I know what to do with our feet!

High AF Scene:

N: Duuuuuuuude, you have got to bring those pot brownies again J: 'mkay K: *asleep already*

Pride Fest:

*no dialogue*

Cleaning House:

N: I'm back from the liquor store! God damn, the Boss has some expensive tastes... J: You know, of all the ways I thought we'd spend our last day of our epic weekend together, cleaning this bastard's apartment for free was not what I imagined. K: Less bitching, more vacuuming! Unless you want to use your tongue to clean the floors! (You don't btw, it sucks :P)

Mainly this was because I wanted to draw the trio in fun and fluffy situations before shit gets real. I'm sorry/not sorry I didn't outline and color the whole thing, but I put my whole pussy into that first page and was like "nope" for the rest tbh.

(Plus drinking and outlining do not mix, apparently)

Enjoy the long weekend my OCs desperately deserve, and Happy (Near End of) Pride Month! 🏳️‍🌈

Le Tag List: @kabie-whump @rainydaywhump @whumped-by-glitter @skittles-the-whumpee @generic-whumperz

@bamber344 @there-will-always-be-blood @morning-star-whump @a-la-whump @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees

[rookieoneil]

*lucy rambling*

Tim interrupting her: Will you marry me?

Lucy: what?

Tim: just looking for something to shut you up

Lucy:

Lucy: ask me for real

[sacrficialspork]

A short xiaoven scene… 🦋🍃🥰

“Where does it hurt?”

“Everywhere.”

“Where doesn’t it hurt?”

(7-4-2023)

- - -

Venti opened the door, spilling a sliver of moonlight into the room with a soft creak, and padded over to the bed. Gingerly, he set down a bowl of hot water and a washcloth, glancing at the state of his lover’s bandages. He sighed in relief — he had changed them three times already, and finally the blood seemed to have stopped seeping through. There were just a few more small cuts and bruises that looked like they could use some extra care.

Xiao cracked an eye open at the rustle of silk and the sensation of a warm cloth being pressed to his cheek. His aching fingers twitched, grasping for his spear, searching desperately through thin air. But instead of his weapon, fingers, warm and light, found his palm, and a hand slid into his own, a thumb caressing his bruised knuckles. He opened his eyes fully to see the face of his lover, and he felt the sigh of a gentle breeze run through the room.

“Venti…”

“Hello dearest,” Venti cooed, placing his cloth at the bedside. “How are you feeling?”

“…hurts,” Xiao rasped.

“Hmm.. Where does it hurt?”

“Everywhere.”

A pause lingered between the two. Venti’s eyes shone a little brighter, moonlight reflecting off the tears forming.

With a feather-light stroke to his lover’s cheek, he grounded himself, “Where doesn’t it hurt?”

Xiao’s eyes softened, carefully raising his arm and pointing to his elbow, “Here.”

A bit of tension lifted from Venti’s shoulders, his pained expression melting into the tiniest of smiles. Leaning forward, he placed a small, loving peck on Xiao’s elbow.

“Where else?”

“Here,” Xiao pointed to the tip of his shoulder.

“Hm,” Venti leaned further forward, dropping a light kiss to his shoulder. A single shimmering drop fell onto his dearest’s bandaged chest.

Lifting his head and smoothing the skin of Xiao’s cheek once more, he whispered, “Where else?”

Xiao didn’t answer. But his eyes shone with renewed vitality, with affection, and with tears pricking at the corners.

Please.

Cupping his cheek with the utmost care, Venti leaned down and pressed a soft peck to his dearest’s lips. And then another. And then a few more for good measure.

“Stay with me tonight?”

“Of course, love. Always.”

[minhosimthings]

I wanna make something fluffy with Jeongin........and grapes.

Would anyone be interested in reading it?

[with-the-storms-aid]

A Silent Reunion

Warnings: none! Just fluff!

Extra: Hi! Welcome to my first post! This is a short story I created to go with my DND character, Bait, and his husband, William. This is the first drabble I wrote for them and is not where the story will officially begin, but will at least introduce you, slightly, to my characters! I hope you all love them as much as I do!

Word count: 440 words

Bugs chirp in the quiet summer air as a gentle breeze flows throughout the semi-avian city. The night was calm and quiet as a couple finally decided to head to bed. It felt like mere moments since the two found each other yet again, though it had, in reality, been several hours. The two men soon found themselves laying together, as an entanglement of limbs and cloth, on what felt like the most plush mattress in the world. No words were exchanged as honey gold and melted chocolate eyes stared into one another. Bait was never one for words, especially not in situations like this. He always found himself tripping over his own tongue, his brain rushing through the words like an avalanche as his tongue fell into the debris. Yet, this never stopped him from telling William his undying devotion towards him, even if it wasn’t spoken. Dark green hands found their way up to rest against William’s face. Rough, calloused fingers, covered in a myriad of small scars, traced across the pale skin as the two laid there. Bait’s fingers danced across his husband’s narrow features as if he were trying to memorize every divet, every small blemish in case he were to disappear again. He could do this for hours. He could lay there, doing nothing more then caress his husband’s face for days if he was allowed to. Bait saw the man in front of him as his everything. To him, William was nothing but perfection. The universe could not have created a more perfect being then the man who married him. As Bait continued to trace his face, he couldn’t help but imagine himself as the universe, slowly sculpting the narrow face of his own personal god. Suddenly, Bait was brought out of his thoughts as William turned to place a kiss in the palm of his hand. In that second, it was as if his brain short circuited, unsure of how to respond to the action. Twinkling laughter filled the room as the small goblin finally regained his senses. A goofy grin appeared on Bait’s face as he stared at the love of his life. The love of his life that was still here, that was somehow alive. The love of his life that he thought he would never see again, let alone be able to hold. As gold and brown eyes stare into one another with unspoken adoration, a silent agreement was made. They would love one another for the rest of the days they were granted. And they would never be forced apart like that again, not if they could help it.

[ayyy-pee]

waking up freezing and shivering, teeth chattering every night because your husband is a blanket hog. you know it's not on purpose. he just can't help it. doesn't even know he does it most times. you'd think after years together you'd be used to it, but waking up curled into the fetal position as you try to retain even a smidge of warmth is something you don't think you'll ever adjust to.

so you reach behind you, feeling your spouses large form wrapped snug as a bug in your shared blanket and you grip onto the fabric. you pull as hard as you can but you don't manage to move him even an inch. you try once more...same result.

"ken..." you whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself. no response. "kento..."

he doesn't budge. you're tempted to just get up and go grab another blanket, but your husband, despite his seriousness, can get quite pouty when you do that. so you tap him hard instead sure to jab him in the spot you know is his most sensitive. this seems to do the trick as he grunts in response.

"I'm cold," you tell nanami and he sits up quickly, realizing what he's done. his pajama top hangs off one shoulder. his blonde hair is pointing every which way and sleep is heavy on his eyelids, threatening to weigh him down again any minute.

"I'm sorry, love," nanami speaks, voice rough and deep with exhaustion, but the sincerity in his apology clear.

then he's throwing the blanket back over you both. only he adds in a little extra warmth as he wraps his arm around your waist and throws a large leg over your body.

nanami buries his face in your neck, adjusting himself so that he can be as close to you as possible. only a few seconds pass before you hear his light snoring behind you. and you know the warmth you feel is from more than just his touch.

[humanjarvis]

tantrum

synopsis: what makes sylus snap?

tags: fluff, sylus is tired and grumpy bc he misses you, he obliterates his phone with his evol, sunshine reader probably, cartoonish luke and kieran appearance (sorry boys) word count: 842

a/n: after that magnum opus line i really wanted to see sylus throw a tantrum and i kept mulling over what would actually make him do that because i can’t see him doing anything much worse than this. i think he’d find Actual grown man tantrums lame. anyway i don’t like this and will maybe delete? nvm but i had the writing urge so i sacrificed this concept from my wips. 

When you arrived at the base after your three-week business trip, your long-awaited homecoming was…tame, to say the least. You’d been expecting a teasing “How nice of you to join us, sweetie,” or a cocky yet vulnerable “I was beginning to think you’d run away.” But once you’d stepped through the front door, Sylus had barely said a word. A soft “Welcome home” and a kiss on the forehead, and before you knew it, you were cradled in his arms as he carried you to his office.

He’d sat you both down in his leather armchair, making you face him in a straddle. His tired eyes had searched yours, and a moment later, he’d buried his face into your neck, inhaling deeply. 

“I missed you,” you’d murmured into his ear, pressing a kiss to his hair. With a quiet groan, he’d tightened his grip on your hips and nuzzled into you even deeper.

That’d been 15 minutes ago. Basking in the comfortable silence, you’d traded kisses all the while—yours on his hair, his on your neck. 

But suddenly, a low buzzing noise cuts your reunion short: his phone is ringing.

When he makes no effort to answer, still breathing heavily in your embrace, you twist in his arms and accept the call before he can protest. 

A familiar voice crackles over the line. “Boss?” Kieran asks. “Next meeting’s in 10. The one about those stolen shipments from Linkon—we’ve been waiting to hear back for months. You coming?”

Sylus doesn’t answer.

“…Boss?” Kieran repeats. “Boss, you there? You oka—”

Red and black mist shreds the phone into pieces. 

“Sylus!” you yelp, jumping in his lap. “What’d you do that for? He’ll probably be worried. And how will I text you now?”

You pout up at him, and as you study his chronically calm expression, you see something unusual: Sylus’s eye twitches. Just for a millisecond, only moving a millimeter, but you catch it.

“I’ll have a new one delivered tomorrow. As for the meeting, I’ll stay here,” he says lightly, a tight, closed-lip smile on his face.

“But Kieran said it was important,” you reply in confusion. “Why don’t you want to go? Are you feeling sick?” you frown, starting to lift off of him.

“No,” comes his too-quick reply. “It’s just…the twins can go in my stead,” he decides simply, moving to lean into you again.

But before he can move an inch, a rhythmic sequence of knocks sounds at the door.

“Come in!” you chirp happily, too excited to see the faces you’d missed the last few weeks to notice Sylus stiffening under you.

Immediately, the door swings open, revealing two masked figures. 

“Hi Luke, hi Kieran!” you beam, and they wave back at you eagerly.

“Long time no see,” Kieran begins. “Boss, did you lose signal or something? I tried calling you about the meeting, but I think it disconnected. Anyway, we’re about to head down and—”

“Cancel it,” a frustrated growl rings out.

You all freeze.

Somehow, you’d been too wrapped up in your excitement to feel Sylus's body shaking—no, quaking—beneath you.

“W-what? But they’re already here!” Luke sputters.

“Cancel. It.” Sylus grits out the words as if holding back a snarl, and the power in his voice leaves no room for argument. 

“O…kay,” the boys say in unison, and as they back away slowly, you shoot them a sympathetic look.

Red tendrils wrench the door shut behind them, and when you’re alone once more, it’s like the man under you deflates.

His head returns to the crevice of your neck with a soft but unceremonious thud, and his deep exhales and burning hot skin tell you he’s trying to calm himself down. 

Uncertain and a little amazed—you’d never seen him lose his composure—you give his cheek a gentle poke. “Sylus,” you whisper. Nothing. 

“Psst. Sylus,” you try again, and there’s some force behind your poke this time. With bated breath, you watch as your finger sinks into the space under his cheekbone, sighing in relief when the corner of his mouth twitches upwards. 

Lifting his head up to make eye contact, you smile at him softly. “Hi.”

“…Hi,” he rumbles, and as his crimson gaze softens, the remaining annoyance dissolves from his face.

“Are you upset?” you prod gently. 

A brazen scoff precedes the dry chuckles that fall from his lips. “And what makes you say that, kitten?”

A squint and a slight tilt of your head is all it takes. 

“I haven’t had you to myself in a while,” he begins cautiously. “Three weeks is…a long time. The longest we’ve been apart. And then the moment I have you in my arms, well…” he trails off, gesturing to the shards of phone on the table. “I just want to enjoy you right now. Undisturbed.”

“Oh, I see,” you coo, cupping his face in your hands. “Is this your way of saying you missed me too?” you quirk a brow.

“Yes,” he responds through squished cheeks, honest and unabashed. “Now, won’t you stay with me like this for a little longer?”

[urfriendlywriter]

specific tropes in romance that always heal something in me that it never broke

like, forehead kisses, soft love confessions, peppering kisses all over the lover's face. promises that are kept, hands those are held with a gentle love, and hugs that engulf the heart too.

or when they rest their head on your chest, or lean on you for support.

"your tears kill me," kinda thing. or when a sunshine character finally cries and bawls their entire life's hurt out into their comfort grumpy character (plus point, if the grump feels guilty thinking if they had done something to trigger this emotional outburst)

communication. no matter hard the topic is, how big your differences are.

listening to the other person yap

admiring their facial features and seeing not just the outer structure but the person that they really are.

them getting angry on ur behalf

cradling each other in hugs basically

feeling emotional walls break when you're with that one person particularly

gentle communication. yearning to do more for your lover (!!!!)

affectionate smiles and eyes crinkling with a smile that's directed specially at you.

finding their laugh contagious.

the feeling of being accepted, despite flaws and all

silent domestic acts like being in the kitchen together, dressing up together, them drying ur hair while u sit between their legs

occasionally stolen kisses

or one deep kiss that just lights your world and fulfills your soul and heart.

sleepily nuzzling into each other!!

reaching for each other despite being asleep, with mumbled endearments and whispers of need!!!

laughter coming easily by their side, like happiness is just another day to day thing (this can also be about self love. when u truly love urself and prioritize your own rights and cherish the fact that you're you. happiness becomes beautiful even in solitude)

their fingers buried deep in yo- OOPS.?! :)

[lostmyremembrall]

a sneak peek👀

[muisley]

just otasune fluff :) their love language is bothering each other

[cyber333angel]

sevika definitely loves when you wear dainty things like this around the house and to bed, she quite literally fights the urge to salivate at the mouth when she gets home and sees you wearing it..

it’s just something about it, how it teases the nakedness of your skin from the sheer fabric and how much the color compliments your skin tone, framing your tits just for sevika to see. it’s guaranteed that she will eat you out for hours on end just because of how cute you look, getting herself all worked up and ending up with having to rock her hips against the bed for some friction and having her (by now soaked) clit slide against the fabric of her pants. moaning into your pussy because you taste so good and complimenting you between breaths..bonus if your pulling her hair and scratching her back at her like some kitten bc she absolutely loves that.

and sending her picture of you wearing it all perked up and sounding so needy while texting is a crazy thing to do. it makes her so ticked off at work because she just wants to go home and everyone is slacking off like her pretty girl isn’t waiting for her all pouty and wet at home!! and she buys so many of them for you to wear with her gambling money and you always tell her that you don’t need anymore but it doesn’t matter because she stubborn and buys it anyway bc she just loves how you look in them especially bc you wear them for her which really adds to it, the fact that your hers.

[exoras-deus]

Just the normal amount of relief upon seeing your best friend is still alive after the summer holidays.

Prongsfoot being dramatic at the train station, as usual (get a room)(they're platonic)(or are they)(knowing Sirius' parents the dramatics are justified)

This one's just a quick thing, because life is getting in the way. How dare they try to make me work :|

Just to clarify, this is James and Sirius being one of the strongest bonds in the marauders era, whether you want to interpret it as platonic or romantic is up to you, I like it either way

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

sometimes katsuki gets really dramatic (but let’s be fr when isn’t he) and acts like you ghosted him when you don’t respond to his texts in thirty minutes. not in a creepy way, just in a dramatic, needy way.

he’s not worried or anything, he checks his phone every few minutes to see if any texts from you have come in. it’s a force of habit, because you usually respond pretty quickly but after a while it gets a little weird. and then he sends you a text and another one and unconsciously he starts spamming you a bit. again, not in a creepy way. just an annoying needy whiny dramatic baby, way.

“what’s up, bakubro ? you keep checking your phone.” katsuki doesn’t look at kirishima, eyes glued to his phone when he just grunts out an “‘m fine.”

and then kaminari just has to open his big mouth. his voice playful as he speaks “uh oh, trouble in paradiseee~?” katsuki scoffs, telling the blonde to fuck off.

and he isn’t worried..not at all. until he thinks about it and maybe there was trouble in paradise ?? were you maybe ignoring him ? what’d he do ?

you look up from your notebook at the sound of your phone vibrating. oh, it’s katsuki ! you smile just seeing his contact pop up.

“hi, katsu !”

silence, no response. you try again.

“…hello ?”

you hear a scoff from the other end, and some shuffling before your boyfriend graces you with an answer. “look at your phone, you idiot.”

“hello, katsu.” you snort. “yeah, yeah. hi.” you can practically hear the roll of his eyes through the phone, you giggle and your boyfriend huffs through the speaker.

it’s then that you see the wall of texts from him “oh, did you text me ? my bad i was studying.”

there’s a faint sigh of relief “‘s fine.”

“were you worried ?” you tease.

“fuck no. just—“ a sudden pause then katsuki grumbles “answer my texts next time, moron. bye. don’t overdo it while studying or i’ll kill you.”

“meanie !” you giggle, and when he hangs up you send him a text.

we can study together next time, just so you don’t flip out again 💗😚

katsuki scoffs a mean laugh, then sends you a middle finger.