#because fluff

tw: pregnancy, suggestive themes, s*x, so much fluff I die, typos, sh*tty grammar

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“And all I am is a man I want the world in my hands I hate the beach But I stand in California with my toes in the sand”

How did Yuta got so incredibly lucky? He honestly had no idea, he only knew that upon glancing at you for the first time, exactly ten years ago on a strangely chilly autumnal day, he couldn’t get you out of his head. Your beautiful smile that brightened everyone’s day, your eyes sparkled amongst the stars, your laughter was a gentle melody that tinkled in his ears, making the usually down boy smile genuinely. It was love at first sight and though he wouldn’t told anyone about it, Yuta had a hunch that one day, you two would be standing here, by the ocean, with white gold rings on your fingers, kicking the water with your bare feet, not caring about the cold breeze. The waves caressed your feet, making you both laugh with joy, despite you both being tired after travelling all night long to get here on time. After your wedding, Yuta decided to purchase a house by the ocean, in order to have a place for your family vacations. It was an average beach house, not too big, not too small, the foundation was strong, so it could withhold the occasionally problematic weather. Yuta and you worked a lot on this house to make it cosy, it was like a blank canvas, you only had to paint, furnish and decorate otherwise everything was good. You had your arguments here and there, but in the end, the house reflected both of your taste. It was a home. Your home.

The Sun just rose in the horizon, waking the sleepy residents of the small town not too far away, at least this is what Yuta assumed, as he was an early riser and liked to believe that everyone was the same, but you just laughed at him, when he shared this thought.

-Silly, it’s not school day, the students are probably asleep, just as their parents. –You pecked his lips, making the nearly thirty year old man blush. –You should do the same sometimes, y’know?

Yuta just shrugged and lead you to the sandy shore.

-I think it’s enough for now, don’t let your feet be too cold, a uti wouldn’t be too fortunate, considering the circumstances. –He shone a sweet smile towards you.

You sighed but agreed. Nowadays Yuta is desperately trying to keep you safe, healthy and satisfied, not that it would be a problem or anything, but you really wouldn’t want to be a burden to him.

“Use the sleeves of my sweater Let's have an adventure Head in the clouds but my gravity centered Touch my neck and I'll touch yours You in those little high waisted shorts, oh”

-Come, Y/n, I still need to pack our stuff, you just rest a bit, then we could go to the festival if you’d like to and feel well.

- Let me help you. –You offered but Yuta shook his head and escorted into the bedroom downstairs. –Absolutely not!

-I’m not a porcelain doll, you know? Lifting such light things wouldn’t hurt me.- You pouted but Yuta was relentless.

-Let me take care of it, love, you just rest a bit, you’re probably sleepy.

-I slept in the car, you were the one driving for six hours just to arrive on time. Please, let me do something, I feel so useless nowadays. –You sighed sadly at the man, whose deep blue puppy eyes didn’t work this time. He should admit, he was way too careful with you in the past three months, not that he wasn’t before. But he had his reasons that you just ignore, which sometimes make him annoyed. However, according to you, he’s way too much of a mother hen, so you argued about it, but in the end, you usually gave in, making the black haired male relieved. He could be such a worrywart.

-Please, love, -He sighed deeply. Yuta couldn’t help but feel worried, always, because he just loves you too much and after telling him you’re expecting, his world became an anxious, yet happy mess, constant images of your cute baby occupied his mind. He cried during your first ultrasound, holding your hand, promising that he would make you and the baby the happiest. He showed around the pictures to his close friends, but deep inside, he wanted to show the whole world just what a beautiful thing you two created together, the tiny fruit of your great love. You were just about to find out its gender, but he had a list consisting of 50 boy, 50 girl and 50 gender neutral names, you just laughed at him, reassuring that he does an amazing job, but he should relax a bit.

-Are you feeling comfy in those shorts?

Your eyes widen and Yuta already regretted saying anything at all.

-You say I’m fat?? –A pregnant woman’s wrath is more terrifying than anything. Yuta Okkutsu could handle special grade curses without trouble, but you? Handling an emotional, probably insecure pregnant woman’s feelings? Oh boy.

-No. I could never.

-I’m carrying your child, Yuta Okkutsu, you hear me? And you say you’re disgusted by me? That I can’t wear shorts because my body that carries your child sicken people? That’s what you’re saying?- You bawled your eyes out and Yuta had no idea what to do. He would never think you’re disgusting. No matter how much weight you gain, to him, you’re the most beautiful, thin, thick, does it matter? But he understood you, after all he himself was not a confident person, and he knew how shallow this world could be, judging people by their look. Also, he hears so many people breaking up after pregnancy, because the mother gained weight, or neglects her husband. Yuta knew that would happen to you too, but he didn’t mind. He wanted to have a family with you, and yes, things would change, you’d both be more tired, emotional, and sure there would be not as much opportunity to enjoy each other’s company as before. However, despite the seemingly negative things, there would be a little bundle of joy running around, calling him daddy, you could see the baby’s first steps, hear their first words and your heart would just burst with so much happiness, that this little creature is the perfect symbol of your everlasting love.

He walked towards you, embraced your smaller figure into his strong arms, gently stroking your back. This deed full of love surprised you, the crying stopped eventually and you looked sheepishly at your husband.

-I’m sorry I reacted this way. –You mumbled, too embarrassed to say it out loud. These random emotional moments were more and more common, leaving you with guilt and regrets, as Yuta managed to become the victim of your outburst all the time. But he bore with all of it, reassuring you gently, or just hugging you, making you feel the luckiest woman on Earth.

He playfully kissed your nose.

-You know, dear wife –He unbuttoned your shorts-  Actually, I just wanted to enjoy the sight. –Such a tease...You laughed at Yuta, who was occupied with taking off your shorts when the alarm rang, implying that the festival would start soon. You drove all the way from Tokyo to here, to unwind a bit, after this hard period.

-We should get ready.- You whispered into his mouth as he was kissing you.

“Oh, she knows what I think about And what I think about One love, two mouths One love, one house No shirt, no blouse Just us, you find out Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no”

-Yeah, you’re right, he replied, but couldn’t break the kiss, your sweet lips didn’t let him. Even after being together for ten years, he couldn’t get enough of you.

He dragged you to the bed, gently pushing you, you already knew where it would lead, so you helped him a bit by taking off your shorts. He climbed on top of you, wanting more of your gorgeous lips. Yuta could never stop kissing you, it made him delirious, greedy, wanting more and more. Now one kiss is not enough, he needs more. Yes, Yuta was a sweetheart...usually. But in bed however...

Breathy moans, grunts, sweet confessions were heard during your romantic time, despite wanting to be careful not to hurt the baby, the black haired man couldn’t help himself, he’s a passionate lover, which you enjoy very much!

You snuggled closer to him, smiling satisfied, Yuta mirrored his own delight, as he pulled you closer so you could rest your head on his chest, listening to his still fast heartbeat, your bodies melting together under the sheets. The festival had started, but maybe it was better to be like this...probably.

You enjoyed being here, ever since the house was purchased, the renovations had started, you felt like this would be the perfect place to live in. Tokyo could offer so much things that a town like this couldn’t, but still, you couldn’t help but wonder if you could live here. Unbeknownst to you, Yuta had been thinking about the same for a while, hence he brought you here today, not exactly because of the festival, not just for relaxing, but to talk about this possibility. You’d leave your old life behind, but there’s so much opportunity here as well, like, there are curses everywhere, and occasionally you would still travel to Tokyo to meet with your friends, to work and such. It’s not that far away.

“And if I may just take your breath away I don't mind if there's not much to say Sometimes the silence guides a mind To move to a place so far away The goosebumps start to raise The minute that my left hand meets your waist And then I watch your face”

Despite the morning being sunny, the weather in autumn can change so quickly, so instead of the white fluff, dark coloured cotton candy clouds covered the sky, meaning it’s going to rain soon. You looked out of the window silently acknowledged the fact that even though you wanted to go to the festival, you wouldn’t, well, then, nothing you can do about it. You went back to Yuta, who was on the verge of falling asleep, but even in his state, he still begged with sapphire eyes that you’d accompany him, which you gladly did.

Yuta were not sure how long he’d been asleep, when he looked out the rain was still pouring, creating a relaxing background sound, no wonder he fell into a deep slumber, next to him, you were still sleeping, nose scrunched in such a cute way, Yuta couldn’t help but planted a sweet kiss on it. Your eyes fluttered open, looking confusedly at him, your sweet husband, who laughed at your cuteness and hugged you closer.

-How can you be that adorable? –He whispered, kissing your cheeks, nose, lips, everywhere he could reach, feeling the soft skin of yours, smelling your unique scent which drove him crazy.

-I have the best husband, how could I not be adorable for him? –You winked at him, enjoying the sight of a faint blush creeping on his cheeks. –What time is it?

-I don’t know, but does it matter? It’s raining, I’m sorry, love, but the festival is probably delayed due to the weather, I know you wanted this...

-No, it’s okay, we could stay in our home, watch something...

The rest was inaudible for Yuta. “Our home” it echoed in his ears like a magic spell. “Our home” It sounded so...normal. Not “our house” in Tokyo. Our home. Here.

-I need to tell you something. –He looked deep in your eyes, emphasizing that it’s gonna be an important matter.

-What would you like to tell me? You look so serious.

-Yes, because I am serious. I brought you here for a reason and not just for the festival. I’ve been wanting to talk about this, but somehow I couldn’t find the perfect time, so...here we are.

You paled, anticipating the worst, like...he’s dying, cheating on you, you know, the usual negative thoughts.

He noticed it too and smiled at you.

-Don’t worry, I...I just have an idea. So, what if we moved here? I know it’s a lot of extra work and we’d have to travel a lot and...

-Say no more! –You exclaimed with happiness in your voice. – I’ve been thinking of the same. Imagine, this beautiful house would be our home, we could go to the beach every day, it’s such an amazing idea.

-I’m so relieved. I know it wouldn’t be easy at first but our possibilities are endless. Well, not endless, but still. I could be a sorcerer here as well, curses are present everywhere. I know what you want to say, don’t worry, until our baby reaches a certain age I’d only go on easier missions.

-Thank you.- You whispered gratefully.

So … we’re thinking that maybe February isn’t big enough to contain all the fluff of ever, so, we hereby declare the 14th of every month part of Fluffbruary. You’ll find a list of prompts below for April 14th through January 14th - three words, as before, plus an image. Use any of the words or the image, singly or in combination, to create a fluffy fanwork. Any fandom, any ship.

Please tag us so we can reblog your work!

Prompts under the cut because all those images make this post a bit long :)

They say where there’s smoke, there’s fire.

Dean thinks they’re full of shit because there isn’t a lick of smoke to warn him about the towering inferno that is a righteously pissed off Castiel, come back from the dead, again, tormenting Dean with his stupid hair and his stupid blue eyes and his constant devotion and loyalty and love.

Instead of the fight he expects, they share a melting embrace, Castiel’s lips drawing searing heat down his throat.

No, there was no warning; he didn’t see it coming, but damn if Dean’s not thrilled to be consumed by the flames.

~~OR~~

They say where there’s smoke, there’s fire.

Dean’s not so sure; like maybe sometimes the fire just starts, no warning, just a sudden explosive burst of heat and flame, and it consumes everything before it even has a chance to send up a signal. Sparks skitter across floors and flesh, igniting everything they touch, and Dean still isn’t sure how this inferno came alive in him, but he thinks it probably has something to do with lingering looks and plush lips and Cas’ stupid perpetually-crooked tie and insane bedhead.

A liddle gift for @your-gremlin-pal :3

Hò-an agus hò-an ò

Thug an geamhradh leis an crodh

Hò-an agus hò-an ò

Thug an geamhradh leis an nì

Summary: david bathing a sick matteo

David never thought he’d be comfortable enough to do what he was doing.

Yet, here he was, naked in a bathtub with a debatably conscious Matteo sitting between his legs and laying against his chest.  He was anxious when they’d stripped down and it had grown more and more whenever Matteo stayed dead silent, however, it had almost all slipped away when he cuddled up close without a second thought.

It definitely helped that Matteo was sick out of his mind.  After seeing him sick for three days straight, David decided he would never call a healthy Matteo lazy ever again. He’d never seen someone who was able to literally not move for three days.  Every time he left and returned, Matteo would be in the exact same spot in the exact same position.  But David was still doing his best to take care of him, making sure he was eating something and making sure he at least rolled over every 6 hours.

Three days in the same hoodie and sweats, however, was starting to make its statement and Matteo was beginning to smell like sweat with the faintest tinge of the vomit that hadn’t appeared since the first day. David was absolutely able to take a little bit of it, but he knew Matteo wasn’t bathing and it was becoming hard to bear.  So, after two hours of convincing and compromising, he managed to get Matteo in the bath.  As much as he loved him, David had already begun fantasizing about the shower he’d take afterward to wash off all of Matteo’s must.

But, for right now, he was content.  David cupped water in his hand and let it slide down Matteo’s chest and back.  It was a slow way to get him clean, but it was as efficient as it would get.  Matteo had no objections, he merely seemed to melt further into the water with each touch.  

Mindlessly, David pushed his hands through Matteo’s hair until it was all completely damp.  Then he grabbed the bottle of shampoo from the ledge of the tub, squeezing a little into his hand before slowly beginning to work it into Matteo’s hair.  For probably the first time in three days, Matteo looked up at him.  His lips were parted as he stared, seeming borderline drunk.  His blue eyes were cloudy with tears that threatened to spill, but it never seemed to stop his staring.

“You okay?” David whispered, kissing below Matteo’s ear.  Matteo nodded slightly and closed his eyes once more, letting David massage his scalp.  David was slightly convinced this was the best his hair had been washed in a year.

David used his wet hand to comb the soap from Matteo’s hair, pressing soft kisses to Matteo’s neck and shoulder when his head lulled to the side.  Matteo moaned low in his throat, his chest vibrating carefully with the noise.  David smiled and let his hands slide down Matteo’s body before reaching for the washcloth on the ledge.

“What are you doing?” Matteo asked hoarsely, a loose little smirk finding his face.

“Getting you clean,” David whispered, lathering soap into the washcloth and rubbing it against Matteo’s body.

“Mm, that’s it?”

“Absolutely.”

“Your intention is becoming blurry.” Matteo murmured.  David smiled.  This was the most he’d spoken in days and it was a really fucking good sound.  He slid the washcloth over his neck.

“You’re sick, I’m not doing anything.” David insisted.  Matteo hummed, rendering himself quiet again.  Water replaced the suds as David went back to cupping water and letting it fall over Matteo’s body.

When that was over, they sat there for a little while longer.  David continued playing with his hair, raking it back and smiling as it effortlessly stood up in a million different directions.  He closed his eyes and let himself embrace Matteo’s body on his.  He had fully expected this to do nothing if not make him feel self-conscious, but instead, he felt a little more in love with Matteo than he had before. It was almost overwhelming and he didn’t really understand what made it happen. He was just so…

David dragged his finger out of the water and up Matteo’s chest.  Matteo’s breath gets heavier and his cheeks turn red as David’s finger pressed against his jaw to turn his head to face him.  He nudged Matteo’s nose with his own before giving him a closed mouth kiss.  A handful of kisses were shared before Matteo just melted back into his chest.

“I don’t wanna get you sick.  I’m not good at babying.”

“You’re good at being babied.”

“No one’s ever babied me before,” Matteo admitted. David continued playing with strands of his hair.

“You mean to tell me every other time you’ve gotten sick, everyone just lets you lay in the same spot without eating for days?” David asked.  Matteo didn’t respond, just letting his eyes close.  David let out a small sighed and wrapped his arms around Matteo’s chest.

They stayed there until the water got cold.

David pulled Matteo out of the water and draped a towel around his shoulders, holding it closed at his chest.  He quickly dried himself off and got dressed before returning his attention back to Matteo who seemed to be falling asleep standing up.  David smiled effortlessly, drying him off and leaving a kiss here and there.  He helped Matteo pull on his boxers and his shirt, finishing it off with a loving kiss to the lips.

“I love babying you,” David whispered, holding his cheeks in his hand.  Matteo grabbed his wrists.

“I love you,” Matteo responded, leaning his head against his boyfriend’s.  David felt his cheeks heat up.  “I feel better.”

“You wanna go back to bed?” David wondered.  Matteo immediately nodded, earning a wide smile and a soft laugh.  It didn’t take long to find their way back to bed.

David pulled Matteo close once they laid down, cradling him against his chest just like he liked.  Everything in the world felt calm and he was endlessly thankful.  Even if that meant babying his lazy ass boyfriend for the rest of his life.

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