#otayuri fluff

[fanatical-san]

I high-key imagine Victuuri being protective parents ™ when Yurio first shows interest in/brings home Otabek, and Yurio cringing over all the questions they ask, etc. etc.

(I would write this as a fic/draw this as art, but I have like, zero time, so if anyone wants to pick this up, I would forever adore you)

[generalwitch-blr]

Street style Otayuri.

[laurasstarlight]

Meow

Otayuri in cat hoodies bc why not..

[somuchanemoia]

Let Me Take Care of You

By: @porkcutletbowltrash

“I’m almost as tall as—“ Yuri hissed as he pushed himself up off the couch and onto his throbbing feet, “I’m almost as tall as Viktor and I’m officially taller than Yuuri. They can both do quads.”

“But they already grew into their growth spurts, нәресте.” Otabek pushed himself up off the couch and followed after the blonde who was marching himself into the bathroom.

“I doubt the judges will take the added difference into consideration when doling out scores.”

Otabek hummed softly as he watched Yuri lean on the counter and roll his shoulder to release the building tension there. He came to stand behind his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around the blonde’s thin waist and laying his cheek in between Yuri’s shoulder blades, “You’re stressed…”

“And you’re not?”

Otabek shook his head softly and stood on tiptoes to lay his chin on over Yuri’s shoulder, “No, because I believe in you.”

Yuri smiled and rolled his eyes at Otabek’s reflection in the mirror, “That’s corny.”

“Call it what you want.” Otabek pressed a kiss to Yuri’s neck as he gazed at the blonde’s reflection, “I call it devotion.”

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[yours-julie]

Otayuri: “You fainted. Straight into my arms.”

This is a writing prompt my angel @victuri-oh-nice send to me ages ago and I forgot I had it sitting in my inbox. Baby, I’m so sorry I hope you will like this 💕 pairing: Otayuri word count: 876 warnings: fluff, sfw, Plisetsky language  prompt: “You fainted. Straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t had to go to such extremes.” Yuri groans and scrunches his closed eyes shut even tighter. There is a dull pain throbbing behind his forehead that makes him feel dizzy even in the darkness that’s currently surrounding him. Slowly he comes back to his senses. His mouth feels dry and his tongue is a little swollen, he would die for a glass of water right now. Furthermore, he realises that he must be lying down but he has no idea where. It’s uncomfortable and hard, his tailbone screaming at him to move into another position.

But his head lays softly, pillowed into firm warmness and a heavenly scent. His hair is getting played with, gentle fingers sliding over his temple in featherlight touches until they move down to glide through strands of blond… Wait. Someone is playing with his hair? Now he recognises that scent, of course he does. His heart jumps and he rips his eyes open. Otabek! He’s laying on the hardwood-floor with his head in Otabek’s lap and the fist thing he sees are Otabek’s chocolate eyes looking down at him with a mixture of worry and …affection? No, can’t be. Yuri swallows hard, mouth even dryer than before and now he feels dizzy for a different reason, his heart pounding harder than his head. He has no idea how he got into this dreamy situation and he should probably ask questions before things get awkward but Otabek won’t take his eyes off him. He’s so close that Yuri could count every single one of his unfairly long lashes if he would still possess the ability to think straight. But he can’t, Otabek’s scent, a mixture of spicy cologne, warm leather and sun-kissed skin, is too overwhelming up close to think straight. Ha! Enchanted, Yuri licks over his lips and Otabek’s eyes follow the movement or did Yuri imagine that? A voice inside his head screams to stop looking at him like a lovesick lamb in case this isn’t a dream but Yuri enjoys the moment way too much to actually listen. „Yuri?“ His dream-bubble bursts and if he’s honest, the hands in his hair and around his head had felt very real all along. His heartbeat picks up again. „Hm?“ He doesn’t trust his voice with more words right now.  „How are you feeling?“ Otabek asks. Desperately in love. But of course that’s not an option to say out loud, so he settles for, „Dizzy,“ because that’s the closest thing and also true. His head still hurst.

„You hit your head.“ Otabek explains while his eyes wander over Yuri’s face, probably looking for any sign of a bigger injury. Yuri feels his cheeks getting warmer. And now he remembers, he’s in Almaty, visiting his best friend and apparently doing a good job at embarrassing the fuck out of himself. He groans again. „What happened?“ „You fainted. Straight into my arms.“ Yuri’s cheeks get even redder. „Shut up, I didn’t!“ His voice sounds weak. Otabek grins. „You did and I caught you before you could crack your skull open.“ There is a glint of worry in his eyes too. Oh Beka, why didn’t you let me crack my head open? It would’ve saved me from this embarrassment! „Thanks.“ Yuri croaks out and wishes for the floor beneath him to open up and swallow him whole. „You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t had to go to such extremes.“ And yes, Yuri definitely must’ve hit his head harder than he thought because there was no way that Otabek was actually flirting with him. „Oh fuck you, Altin.“ A weak response but his head hurts, his heart leaps and he’s too flustered to be witty. „You scarred me.“ Otabek’s voice gets quieter, more serious. „I’m sorry.“ Yuri says without bite, raising his hand to rest against Otabek’s cheek. He only realises what he did once Otabek leans into the touch and another wave of warmth floods through his cheeks, right down into his chest and from there on through his entire body. Oh fuck, he has it bad for his best friend. „I will still drive you to the doctors though, you hit your head pretty hard and I wanna make sure that everything’s alright up there.“ He brushes his thumb against Yuri’s temple. Yuri pouts, he hates doctors and he doesn’t want to get up. „I feel like there was a hidden insult somewhere in there.“ Otabek laughs.“You’re imagining things, remember, you just hit your head.“ Yuri’s frown deepens as he crosses his arms over his chest.“You’re an asshole, Altin. I’m going nowhere with you.“ „You don’t have to.“ Otabek says and before Yuri knows what’s happening, he lifted him up into his arms and carries him bridal-style through his apartment. Yuri shrieks in surprise. „Let me down!“ „No way, with your talent you will mange to get dizzy again and fall down the stairs breaking your neck. I’m not gonna risk that.“ „Who’s imagining things now?“ Yuri grumbles but stops complaining then. Instead he wraps his arms around Otabek’s neck for security and leans against his chest, inhaling his heavenly scent while Otabek carries him. He hides his face against his shirt, pretending to sulk and smiles like a cheshire-cat. more of my writing on AO3 consider getting me a coffee?   💕

[ducky-tm]

Have any EXTREME otayuri fluff for my lonely-ass heart?

i gotchu boo. anything for you <3

yuri really loves music, like his own music, aside from the stuff otabek has shown him, and he loves to hum under his breath and every time beka hears him he just stops and listens until yura catches him and gets flustered and blushes and goes to “hit” beka but beka just holds him close and kisses the top of his nose and says “i love you my sweet” and yuri blushes even more

otabek and yuri love to bake together and it’s messy but cute like there’s flower on beka’s cheek and yuri giggles about it but then beka smears a bit of melted chocolate on yuri’s nose and it’s just domestic and cute

otabek just really loves yuri’s nose and boops and kisses it all the time 

yuri really loves otabek’s ears and will always touch them when they cuddle and kiss them and just really thinks they’re cute <3 

at some point beka wants to do the traditional romance thing and makes dinner there’s a rose on the table and sinatra playing in the background and after dinner he pulls yuri up and the slow dance around the apartment and it’s just full of pure love and nothing can touch them in that moment

fuck

[justhereforthefanartbean-blog]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Otabek tends not to think of Yuri as a tender person. He cares a lot. But it usually manifests itself in different ways. Not necessarily shouting. It is quite often shouting, but what he really means is that Yuri’s passionate. Nothing is ever half-hearted. Which is why, swimming up towards consciousness, it takes him several seconds to realise that Yuri has just woken him by kissing his forehead.

He must seem shocked, because Yuri turns his head, the frown hiding the blush.

“You looked... I should’ve just shaken you.”

Beka sits up, and leans in to kiss his cheek. He would have kissed his temple, but he can’t reach.

“Good morning to you too,” he says. Yuri relaxes.