#fluffff

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.

Robby and Jack are so excited to spoil their boy on valentine’s day, they research the perfect restaurant and call in their reservation two months in advance. They find the perfect flower shop and pick out the most amazing bouquet easily. Safe to say they're excited.

Which is why waking up just the two of them in bed valentines morning is so devastating. "Do you think he left?" Jack is sitting up, voice rough.

"I don't know, I thought things were going great." Robby has a confused frown on his face that would be adorable in any other circumstance.

The couple are so in their heads they can't smell the pancakes wafting through the house. Jack with his crutch and Robby in his slippers head sulkily to the kitchen, murmuring back and forth about what they might've done wrong.

Obviously the pair are stopped dead in their tracks by the sight of Dennis Whitaker in the couples kitchen naked as the day he was born, flipping pancakes.

He's humming some Sabrina Carpenter song as he bends to check on the heart shaped cinnamon rolls in the oven. Unknowingly wiggling his ass at the couple in tune to the song. Dennis leans up for a moment to grab his kitten paw mitts and Dear god this boy is gonna kill them.

As soon as Dennis lifts back up holding the cinnamon roll pan, the final blow to the old men is revealed. Dennis is wearing his collar. The one the trio went shopping for just weeks ago, sparkly and pink with a heart shaped clip attached to the front.

Jack and Robby are on him in seconds; their sweet boy didn't leave, quite the opposite in fact. He beat them to the celebrations.

Jack is sliding his hands up Dennis' bare sides from the front while Robby puts his hands around his chest from behind.

"Oh! You guys scared me. Happy Valentines Day! I made-"

The scent of wisteria always felt heavier around the Butterfly Mansion, a thick, sweet perfume that usually signaled safety. For you, however, it was the backdrop to a quiet internal storm. You sat on the edge of the engawa, your fingers tracing the frayed edge of your uniform. You were never one for loud proclamations or the boisterous energy that seemed to define the Demon Slayer Corps. You were a whisper in a room full of shouts.

"Ah, there you are! My little flower!"

The booming voice of Rengoku preceded him by only a second. He landed in the courtyard with a grace that defied his sheer volume, his cape fluttering like trapped flames. Behind him, Tengen strolled in, looking characteristically flamboyant.

"Still as quiet as a mouse," Tengen remarked, leaning against a pillar and looking down at you with a smirk that was surprisingly soft. "You know, if you don't speak up, people might forget you’re even here. Though, with a face that serene, I highly doubt it."

You looked up, offering a small, shy smile that barely reached your eyes. You didn't know how to respond to their brightness. Rengoku crouched down to your eye level, his expression turning earnest. "Have you eaten? You look like a stiff breeze could carry you away! I have sweet potatoes!"

Before you could murmur a polite refusal, Sanemi stomped past, clicking his tongue. He didn't look at you directly—he rarely did—but he dropped a small, wrapped parcel of ohagi onto the wood beside you. "Eat it," he grunted, his voice gravelly. "You're useless if you faint on a mission."

He walked away before you could thank him, but the way his ears were slightly pink told you enough. To the world, they were pillars of steel; to you, they were a whirlwind of protective, almost hovering energy. They respected your silence, but they hovered like moths to a very quiet flame.

And then, there was Giyuu.

He was standing at the edge of the pond, partially hidden by the weeping willow. He didn't approach. He didn't shout. He simply existed in the same space as you, a calm tide receding from the shore. When the others finally dispersed—Rengoku to a mission, Tengen to his wives, and Sanemi to his training—Giyuu remained. ________________________________________________________________

The moon was a thin silver sliver over the Water Estate. You had been sent there to deliver a message from Shinobu, but the quiet of the night had tempted you to stay a moment longer on the stone path.

Giyuu appeared beside you. There was no sound to his footsteps, just the sudden presence of a cooling breeze. He didn't say a word. He didn't ask why you were still there. He simply fell into step with you as you walked toward the gate.

When you were with the others, you felt the need to shrink, to hide away from their intensity. But with Giyuu, your silence felt like a shared language. He didn't demand a "yes" or a "no." He didn't need you to be anything other than the quiet soul you were.

You tripped slightly on an uneven stone. Before you could even gasp, Giyuu’s hand was there, steadying your elbow. His grip was firm but remarkably gentle, as if he were holding something made of thin glass. He didn't let go immediately. Instead, he adjusted his pace to be exactly half a step behind you—a silent vow of protection.

"The stars," you whispered, the first words you had spoken in hours.

Giyuu looked up. He didn't nod or agree with a "Yes." He simply breathed out, a soft exhale that mirrored the wind in the trees. He reached out and tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear. It was a gesture so intimate, so devoid of his usual stoicism, that you felt your heart skip. He didn't pull his hand away; his fingers lingered near your temple for a heartbeat longer than necessary.

In that moment, the cold Hashira was gone. There was only a man who found peace in the same silence you called home.

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The final winter frost was beginning to melt, leaving the mountain air crisp and biting. You were seated in a small clearing, resting after a grueling joint training session. Your breath hitched in the cold, coming out in small white puffs.

Giyuu approached, his mismatched haori swaying. He sat down next to you, leaving exactly a handful of space between your shoulders. In his hands, he held a cup of tea, the steam rising in lazy curls. He didn't offer it with words. He simply held it out until you took it, your cold fingers brushing against his warm ones.

You took a sip. It was exactly how you liked it—mild and earthy.

"You're tired," he said. It wasn't a question. He noticed the way your shoulders slumped, the way you blinked slowly.

"I'm fine, Tomioka-san," you murmured, your voice small.

He looked at you then. Truly looked at you. There was no "I love you" in his vocabulary; he was a man who believed he had nothing to offer but a sword and a legacy of loss. But the way his eyes softened—the way the sharp, icy blue turned into the color of a calm lake—spoke volumes.

He reached into the sleeve of his kimono and pulled out a small, dried flower. It was a snowdrop, pressed carefully so it wouldn't crumble. He placed it in your palm, his hand covering yours for a moment.

It was a confession. In the language of the quiet, it was everything. He was giving you a piece of something fragile he had managed to keep alive, just as he tried to keep the warmth in your chest alive.

You didn't say a word. You couldn't. Instead, you leaned your head, very slowly, until it brushed against his shoulder. It was a daring move for someone as shy as you, but the way Giyuu immediately tilted his head to rest against yours told you it was okay.

He didn't move. He didn't pull you into a frantic embrace or make promises of forever. He simply sat there, holding your hand over the small, dried flower. The silence between you wasn't empty; it was full. It was the sound of two people who had finally found a place where they didn't have to explain themselves.

Across the clearing, hidden behind the trees, Mitsuri squealed into her hands, her face flushed pink with joy. Obanai stood beside her, his arms crossed, his gaze sharp but surprisingly devoid of his usual jealousy. He knew, as the others did, that Giyuu didn't let anyone in.

But for you, Giyuu hadn't just opened the door; he had walked out into the cold to bring you inside.

As the sun began to set, casting long, golden shadows across the snow, Giyuu squeezed your hand. It was a rhythmic, steady pressure—one, two, three. A heartbeat. A silent acknowledgment.

You didn't need the words. You had the silence, and for the first time in your life, the silence was enough.

Silent comfort | ShinoGiyuu

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

We’re going through songs and land on My Girl by The Temptations. Come to find out, he’s heard that one before and starts silly dancing and singing along with it much to my surprise. Before long, I’ve joined in and it ends in total fluff. A slower dance and him whispering over and over in my ear, “my girl, my girl, my girl”. 🤭

It'd been a few days since the storm incident when you and Bucky were 'stuck' in the apartment and had a dance session, probably a few hickeys on your arms--

But it wasn't until you were making dinner in the community kitchen for the tower when Bucky strolled in, his brows furrowed in confusion as he stares at his phone.

"You look very disappointed in that phone." You snickered as you checked the pasta.

"I am." He rumbles, parking himself on the bar stool. "I can't believe Andrew Sister's aren't more popular."

"Hate to break it to you, Buck, but it's 2025."

"Wow, coulda fooled me." He nearly deadpanned as he fished a list out from his jeans pocket. "Sam's been on my case about catching up on new music."

"Whatcha have so far?" You leaned over the island, peering over his list scribbled onto notebook paper in his lopsided handwriting.

"He won't let me sleep till I've listened to Marvin Gaye,"

"That's Sam for ya." You grinned.

"I also have the Temptations, the Beach Boys and some guy called Charlie Daniels."

"Bucky, you're listening to My Girl by Temptations right now." You stated with a finger to the countertop. No questions.

"Alright, if you say so--"

"JARVIS, play My Girl by Temptations. We're gonna educate Sergeant Barnes." You grinned as you turned the pasta down so it wouldn't overcook.

The oozing tunes of the music came from the walls as Bucky listened with his head tilted to the side, his finger tapping with the slow beats.

You were mouthing the words as your shoulders bobbed to the music.

"My girl..my girl, ba da da daaa..."

You heard Bucky chuckle behind you before two mismatched hands encircled your waist-- very gently-- and his chin met your ear while he was humming with you.

"I actually listened to this song before, but Sam told me it was your favorite and I wanted to see your reaction." He whispered in his deep way as his metal fingers found your hand.

You felt a warmth creep up your stomach as he spun you around with the biggest grin on his face.

"You sneak." You scrunched your nose before he brought you closer, your ear pressed against his chest as you could hear his steady- yet fast- heartbeat. "You know that was really sweet of you."

"Anything for my girl."

You looked at him and bumped your forehead against him. "What am I gonna do with you?"

"Just keep dancing, sugar."

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.

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.