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seneon · 11 months ago

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where they like to kiss you ──── blue lock various.

featuring. isagi, bachira, chigiri, nagi, itoshi brothers.

notes. i might write a part two with others characters but idk 😭 all fluffy headcanons. gn! reader.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ISAGI YOICHI

yoichi loves to kiss your forehead. it also really depends if you have bangs or not. if you have bangs, he'll shift them up or pull them away to peck a quick kiss on your forehead. he's very sweet with kissing your forehead too... you can tell that he's intimate and he's showing his least (which is really a lot) amount of love through kisses on your forehead. the way you'd lean forward to let him kiss is also very cute to him!

𖥔 ݁ ˖ BACHIRA MEGURU

all over your face. i don't make the rules. you know this guy will not stop kissing until he kisses every part of your face. especially the part where you're most insecure about. your nose? he'll kiss it a hundred times. the acne scars? he'll kiss it a thousand times. meguru wants you to feel loved and appreciated ALWAYS. so he never leaves a single spot out. i feel he kisses your belly a lot too... idk 💯💯

𖥔 ݁ ˖ CHIGIRI HYOMA

hyoma adores your hands. super gentle with your hands. he's like those pretty prince charming that steals a hand kiss. this boy probably does hand care so don't be surprise is his hands are like prettier or better looking than yours. that doesn't stop him from also doing hand care on you though. he's so gentle and sweet, he kisses so intimately between your fingers and brings your palm next to his face so he can kiss it even more while smiling sweetly at you. wskjahsjs he's so...

𖥔 ݁ ˖ NAGI SEISHIRO

definitely kisses your jaw a lot. seishiro's super lazy, he leans or cuddles you ALL THE TIME .in result to that, expect a loooootttt of jaw or neck kisses. he doesn't even make it sexual, it's so natural and innocent as if he's appreciating you through his kisses. he's so koala core, very huggable. he's twice your size (probably) and a big baby. bro clings onto you and gives you hugs from the back too. and from those back hugs, he'll just... smooch your jaw. probably thinks your jaw/neck is so kissable...

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ITOSHI RIN

cheeks. rin doesn't really know how to be intimate with you. so when he saw his dad kissing his mom on her cheeks, he took that and does it to you. because his mom giggles, and you giggle, he believes that it works. to see your cheek flushed red is also an enjoyable sight for him. rin feels completed every single time he leans in to peck your cheeks. definitely would trick you into kissing your lips then pecking your cheeks because that's just who rin is.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ITOSHI SAE

classically enough, sae loves to kiss your lips the most. of course he kisses elsewhere, but he finds lips to be the most affectionate. the older itoshi probably won't kiss elsewhere other than your lips, mainly because he finds kissing elsewhere pretty nonsensical. and he just loves the way your lips feel. he makes out with you a lot. just saying!!! the kissing session will be so romantic too like wow wdym wine candles soft music dim lighting warm atmosphere perfect scenery below... sae the man you are..

TAGS 𖥔 ݁ ˖ @hyoismbbg @saewako @kaiser1ns @noirflms @cheqorb @sakireiz

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vampirehoon · 1 year ago

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w.c. ⟢ 1.1k

pairing ⟢ husband!sunghoon x fem!reader

synopsis ⟢ it’s been a battle between your new kitten and your husband, sunghoon being bothered by the bundle of joy and him not understanding “shoo” and understanding “play”. one evening it is apparent that sunghoon wasn’t adoring his son which you have to make him understand that he is a cat dad now.

a/n ⟢ hi! i’m new to this fanfiction world on tumblr but from the looks of liking of my last post i thought to try and post a longer fic i’ve been working on. thank you so(x2) much for the likes and i hope i can create some more content for the engenes to read. thx again! ✮⋆˙

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“love, could you grab this cat?” your husband calls from his office, his voice communicating irritation.

you head into his office from the kitchen to witness the cutest interaction. sunghoon is trying to shoo away your new family member but the kitten thinks he’s playing with him.

you make your way over to them, kneeling beside sunghoon’s arm chair.

“you know,” you hold the kitten in your hands. “he is your son.”

sunghoon scoffs. “he looks nothing like me.”

“oh really?” you turn your head, repositioning yourself to be turned towards him.

the kitten sits in your hands as you raise him to be right up to sunghoon’s cheek. their cute faces are identical. you fond over the resemblance.

“identical.” you smile ear to ear.

sunghoon watches at you, admiring secretly. he doesn’t let that adorable smile on your face ruin his stubbornness.

“son’s take after their mothers.” your heart flutters, only slightly, as sunghoon takes the kitten into his hold. His hands could almost crush him but his hold is gentle. same as you did to him, he presses the cat up against your cheek, amused already.

he nods to himself while he ping pongs his eyes between you two.

“same nose,” He taps both of your noses.

“same eyes,” He looks at both of your eyes.

“same whiskers.” he plays with the kittens, and pretends you have them as well.

“whiskers?!” you scoff, which sunghoon broke into an adorable laugh when he realized he teased you successfully.

you steal the kitten back.

“you meanie.” you give his shoulder a soft push before striding away, offended.

“you enjoy it.” you hear the smirk in his voice as your back is turned.

“yeah right.” you return back to the kitchen, definitely sulking, and letting your kitten sit on the counter top with you. you pet the kitten and he purrs as you mumble that you don’t and will never have whiskers.

later in the evening, sunghoon had finished his work in his office and came out to find you preparing dinner. you looked huggable but he knew he couldn’t startle you so he asked what you were making before he approached.

“something simple.” you kept it simple in replying as well. sunghoon could tell he bothered you earlier and eased his way over behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on the shoulder.

“forgive me, my love.” he says this with a deep sigh. the last thing he’d want to cause is an argument between the two of you or a distance. he loves to get a rise of you and see your cute reactions but he knows he can be unaware of how it affects you.

and that is why you’re always back in his arms every night, kissing his moles and insisting that he’s the most perfect human being. you turn your head to meet his lips, kissing him sweetly. a kiss where you close your eyes to really feel each other’s lips. you speak over his lips, the breath tickling his lips. “i always do.” and another peck, just for good measure.

sunghoon knew you were watching what you were cooking but couldn’t help wanting to kiss you longer and somewhere more comfortable.

his hands took your legs to lift you on his hips. you held your legs around his back and had your hands grip the back of his neck. he walked you from the kitchen to the couch, ignoring the dinner plans, and made you lay down below him.

you looked unreal. the moonlight shined through the windows of the living room and painted you a soft blue with the moon in your eyes. he wouldn’t have been able to let himself stop if it wasn’t for a cry from the bedroom.

groaning, sunghoon drops onto in the couch, letting you run to get him but you dragged him with you. sunghoon and you end up at the door, your kitten was crying for his parents. sunghoon focused his eyes on where the kitten was and it was crawling from his side of the bed with what looks like a small blanket covering him.

to say he was unimpressed that a cat got its own blanket before he fully ever got one at night was an understatement. H

he scoffed at the kitten’s baby treatment.

“he has his own bed, love.” and in your defense, you let sunghoon know it was just this one time.

you go claim your kitten and hand him over to sunghoon.

“take him to his water bowl or our dinner is going to be ruined.” you smiled softly at the two of them and patted sunghoon’s shoulder as you walked past him in the doorframe to get back to the vegetables.

now father and son are sitting at the water bowl. sunghoon watches as the kitten’s tail wiggles when he drinks. sunghoon laughs to himself, pulling out his phone to take a video. dinner is ready and you wipe your hands dry and go to call over sunghoon but catch the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

sunghoon’s tapping his nails on the ground like a spider for the kitten to attack. smiling brightly at the cat he, earlier, wasn’t the biggest fan of. this sure brings tears to your eyes. you speak up a big grin.

“father-son bonding time i see?” you tease, expecting sunghoon to get defensive but he picks up the kitten and makes his way over to you.

“i guess i never understood cats. they are quite cute.” he places the innocent fur ball on the counter and watches it walk, being extra cautious of the edge of the counter.

you have never been so proud to see this flip in him. you come around the counter and plant a kiss on his cheek.

“i knew you’d come around, you’re a natural.” sunghoon kisses you back and you two begin dinner.

the night ended with sunghoon putting the sleeping kitten to bed, placing the tiny blanket over him. he crawls into bed and into your arms. like tradition, you run your fingers through his hair and kiss his moles.

“i. love. you.” spacing the sentence with kissing a new mole. sunghoon hums with a soft smile. he opens his eyes slowly and gazes up at you. adoring his wife in front of him, he takes his fingers behind your ear to push back your hair and gently rubs your cheek.

“i love you so much.” “and your ability to keep me this in love with you.” sunghoon said as he leans into you. your noses brushing against each other as you stop right before connect his lips with yours.

“you’re the hottest cat dad i know.” you say, to possibly continue the kiss that could have happened on the couch.

“oh really?” the way he spoke those words sent chills down your spine and giggles up your throat. he meet your lips, kissing them satisfyingly.

𓉸ྀི ©vampirehoon

#vampireh𝜗𝜚n #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon x female reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen fanfiction #husband!sunghoon

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nickistuffs · 12 days ago

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Teasing and Warm Embraces

Pairing: Harry x Designer reader (curvy or plus size whatever you feel they should look like. This is my preference 😌)

Summary: Pastries and endless cuddles turns into playful teasing as Y/N clings to Harry

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: None. just fluff

✨masterlist✨ read the rest of Harry x Designer Reader there

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You and Harry hadn’t been able to meet up the other day, but while scrolling through one of his fan sites, you came across a video of him out with a friend. The first thing that crossed your mind—aside from how weird it was that someone had secretly filmed your boyfriend during a private conversation—was just how cozy he looked. Wrapped up in his puffer jacket, slightly hunched against the cold, he looked like the definition of warmth and comfort.

You couldn’t help but smile, your heart swelling with affection. All you wanted in that moment was to cuddle up with him, bury your face in his chest, and let his arms wrap around you, keeping you safe in his embrace.

"So cute," you murmured to yourself, grinning at the thought.

Just then, your phone buzzed with a notification.

Harry ☺️: Y/N, got us some pastries! I’ll be over in 20 mins. See you 😍🥐

Your smile widened as you quickly typed back.

Y/N 😗: Okie! Be safe on the road. 🫡😗

Harry ☺️: 😌👌

Setting your phone down, you stared up at the ceiling, still thinking about that video. The way Harry looked all bundled up in his puffer jacket reminded you so much of Snoopy—soft, round, and utterly huggable. You let out a little laugh, recalling the memes fans had already made comparing him to the beloved cartoon dog. They weren’t wrong.

You could already picture him showing up at your door, a bag of pastries in hand, his cheeks slightly pink from the cold, and that familiar smile lighting up his face. The thought alone made your heart flutter.

Moments like this made you realize just how much you loved him.

After watching the video and giggling over the Snoopy memes, you decided to change Harry’s caller ID photo. He called you often, and with people occasionally snooping through your phone, it felt better to have something more subtle—just in case.

Just as you finished, a knock at your door pulled you from your thoughts. You didn’t even hesitate, rushing to open it.

The moment Harry stood before you, bundled up in his puffer jacket, cheeks rosy from the cold, you couldn’t hold back. You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss that made him stumble back a step.

"Oof—" he chuckled against your lips, steadying himself. "I see I was missed."

You hummed in response, still holding onto him tightly. "Hi, love. Sorry I didn’t see you yesterday," he murmured softly.

"It’s fine. You’re here now." You refused to let go, your arms staying firmly wrapped around him.

Harry quickly caught on that you had no plans of releasing him anytime soon, so with a small laugh, he adjusted his grip, waddling both of you inside while still holding you close. He managed to drop the bag of pastries onto the nearest table before wrapping his arms around you properly.

"Hi," he whispered, pressing his face into the crook of your neck.

You sighed happily, doing the same, inhaling his familiar scent. The two of you swayed gently, neither wanting to let go just yet. The warmth of his embrace, the soft fabric of his jacket against your skin—it was perfect.

"You are so cute, Harry."

He tensed for a moment before burying his face deeper into your shoulder, the tips of his ears turning pink. "Thank you… You’re cute as well, Y/N."

You smiled against him, feeling his warmth seep into you. This was all you needed.

After a few more moments of peaceful swaying, Harry pulled back just enough to look at you, his green eyes soft with affection. His hands rested at your waist, thumbs tracing small circles against your sweater.

"So… did you eat yet?" he asked, tilting his head.

You shook your head. "Was waiting for you."

Harry's lips curled into a smile. "Good thing I brought pastries, then."

Reluctantly, you let him go as he grabbed the paper bag and walked toward your kitchen. You trailed after him, watching as he unpacked the treats—flaky croissants, a couple of fruit danishes, and a cinnamon roll that you were sure he had picked just for you.

He handed you the cinnamon roll with a knowing smirk. "Figured you'd want this one."

You gasped dramatically. "You do love me."

Harry chuckled, bumping his hip against yours playfully. "Took you this long to figure that out?"

Grinning, you took a bite, the warm cinnamon melting in your mouth. You let out a satisfied hum, making Harry watch you with a fond expression before he picked up his own croissant and leaned against the counter.

As you both ate in comfortable silence, you pulled out your phone, showing him the Snoopy meme that had made you laugh earlier.

"By the way, look at this—it's you."

Harry wiped his fingers on a napkin before taking your phone. The moment he saw the side-by-side comparison of himself in his puffer jacket and Snoopy, his mouth fell open.

"No way." He let out a disbelieving laugh. "I don't look like that."

You burst into laughter. "You do! Look at the stance! The shape! The absolute coziness!"

Harry groaned, shaking his head with a smile. "My own girlfriend bullying me... unbelievable."

"It’s not bullying, it’s appreciation." You poked his cheek. "I love cozy Harry."

He sighed dramatically but couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across his face. "Fine. If you love cozy Harry so much, you should be honored to receive—" before you could react, he lunged forward, wrapping you in his puffer-jacket-covered arms and smothering you against his chest.

You shrieked, laughing as he dramatically wobbled side to side, squeezing you tighter. "I take it back! I take it back—you're too warm!"

Harry only held you tighter, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Nope. You're stuck with me now."

You sighed in defeat, but in reality, there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

After the playful attack of cozy Harry, you both finally settled down at the kitchen table, snacking on the pastries he brought. The warmth of the tea in your hands and the comforting presence of Harry beside you made everything feel even cozier.

Harry took a slow sip of his tea, then smirked as he reached for his phone. "By the way, Y/N… you say I look like Snoopy, but you look like this."

He turned his screen toward you, revealing a picture of Mei Mei and Abby from Turning Red—one of them clinging onto the other like an overly affectionate koala.

Your jaw dropped. "Excuse me?"

Harry burst into laughter. "It's literally you! Look—" he zoomed in, pointing. "The way you latch onto me like a koala? Check. The round, squishable cheeks? Also, check."

You narrowed your eyes at him, but before you could protest, he gently pinched your cheeks.

"So cute and round, I wanna bite them," he teased, tugging at them playfully.

You swatted his hands away, dramatically rubbing your cheeks. "Well, if I’m Abby, then you’re Snoopy!"

Harry gasped, feigning offense. "I am not—"

"Oh, you are," you cut him off, grabbing your phone and quickly pulling up the meme again. "Look at the resemblance! You are my Snoopy, and I am Abby. Case closed."

Harry groaned, shaking his head, but the wide grin on his face betrayed him. "I can’t believe I’m dating a gremlin."

"You love it."

"Unfortunately, I do." He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before mumbling, "My little cutie."

You tried to fight the smile spreading across your face but failed miserably. With a satisfied sip of your tea, you knew one thing for sure—this was your kind of perfect.

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I live for the puffer jacket =)

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0310s · 10 months ago

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boynextdoor with a fashionable s/o ⊹๋࣭⭑

members: bnd legal line x gender neutral reader

genre & tags: fluff, established relationship

wc: 1.9k

a/n: as someone who adores dressing up, i just thought this was something i eventually had to write! i've slowly been building my closet these past few months, looking for thrifted clothes and jewelry i can add to my rotation! it's been fulfilling and i get a lot of energy from the outfits i wear (∩˃o˂∩)♡

🍎🍓🍊🍋🍐🍏🫐🍇

ᯓ★ sungho

🍀 what style does he prefer? 🍀

i personally think sungho is attracted to people who wear more feminine styles of clothing. he just enjoys how pretty and delicate everything looks! he also likes someone with a cozy style—basically anything soft and huggable. the closest style i can think of would be coquette! think oversized cardigans, knit sweaters, pleated or tiered skirts, ribbons, mary janes, and cute hats (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

🐬 shopping with his s/o 🐬

sungho would definitely be an enthusiastic partner if you asked him to accompany you to shop. he looks at each item with an careful eye, assessing the item’s quality in comparison to the price point. i also believe sungho has your wardrobe memorized, so if you show him something similar to what you already have, he’ll point that out so you can look for something else. plus he’ll be a big help calculating costs when you’re shopping on a budget! he’s definitely your voice of reason if you feel indecisive, listing down the pros and cons of each piece. and he’d definitely hold you back if you wanted to buy items out of your budget ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

🍧 couple items and coordinating outfits 🍧

sungho would def be shy about couple items that are too obvious, so he’d settle for matching necklaces/bracelets with subtle, delicate designs. sungho also tries to match your energy for the day—if you’re going for something lowkey, he’ll do the same, and when you put more effort into your outfit for the day he’ll dress up more! but he'll make sure to never outshine you... he wants everyone to see how pretty you are and focus their attention on you.

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ᯓ★ riwoo

🍀 what style does he prefer? 🍀

riwoo would most likely be attracted to someone who has a quirky and interesting style. the closest style i can think of would be that of 90s harajuku streetwear (think fruits magazine!). he’d like someone who has a strong sense of personal style and someone who’s knowledgeable about clothing materials. plus someone who knows how to layer and experiments/is willing to take risks! i can imagine him thinking someone with colored hair, bright makeup, and who accessorizes is cool (∩˃o˂∩)♡

🐬 shopping with his s/o 🐬

as the most fashionable member in bnd, riwoo would definitely possess a more critical eye when it comes to shopping with you. you’d have dates where you spend all day browsing clothing shops, especially thrift or vintage stores! riwoo makes sure to point out unique pieces or items with good silhouettes. he also thinks about layering and helps you pick items that go well together with your existing closet. he definitely considers durability as a priority—if the piece looks too flimsy, it’s not going home with you.

and if there’s something you really, really want but is out of your budget, he’d most likely buy it for you behind your back, then quietly gifts it to you before the day ends. (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) he would buy items you’re both interested in, mostly accessories and outerwear, so you can share them!

🍧 couple items and coordinating outfits 🍧

rather than owning couple items, riwoo and you would borrow from each other's closets! you share accessories like scarves, necklaces, rings, hats, brooches, belts, and even glasses, as well as jackets or layering pieces like vests or button downs. at the rate you nab items from each other, you practically have a shared closet. as for coordinating outfits, riwoo thinks it’s a fun challenge to match your outfits based on materials and patterns! your outfits won’t look similar, but they’ll look like they come from the same collection. i'm sure you and riwoo have a highly popular, shared instagram where you post your looks—you'd definitely be considered a "power couple"!

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ᯓ★ jaehyun

🍀 what style does he prefer? 🍀

i feel like jaehyun wouldn’t have any specific preference as to style, but i think he’d still like a well-dressed s/o! jaehyun would be fine with anything casual and comfortable—clothing that come to mind include cropped tees or button downs, baggy jeans, oversized varsity jackets, and chunky sneakers! but if you’d prefer something more feminine or dressy, he’ll be your #1 hype man ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ) he thinks you look pretty in anything you wear because you’re you!

🐬 shopping with his s/o 🐬

jaehyun definitely likes to wander around, but he tries his best to stay Focused when you’re out shopping with him! he’s honest about whether something looks good on you or not. sometimes it results to petty arguments when you’re very insistent about buying a certain item he doesn’t like… but he’ll cave in when you give him your absolutely convincing puppy eyes ૮ ◕ ﻌ ◕ ა. it’ll be very obvious if he likes something—when you come out from the dressing room in a great outfit, he’ll look like he’s just seen his spouse in wedding attire for the first time, jaw drop and all ᰔᩚ૮ ᴖﻌᴖა. he’ll be so full of praise for you it gets a bit embarrassing when there are others in the fitting room area!

🍧 couple items and coordinating outfits 🍧

i strongly believe jaehyun is a sucker for obvious couple outfits or items—he wants everyone to know you belong to each other!!! ૮ ・ﻌ・აᯓᡣ𐭩 he’d definitely love matching jackets or hoodies, something that’ll be comfortable for the both of you! but he’ll also want to have matching necklaces for sure, something to remind you both of each other when you’re apart ₊˚⊹♡ similarly, jaehyun loves coordinating your outfits for special dates! like sungho, he’ll match your vibe for the day—if you’re going for a comfy look, he’ll follow suit; if you want to spend your day in baggy streetwear, he’ll do the same.

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ᯓ★ taesan

🍀 what style does he prefer? 🍀

taesan would prefer someone with an opposite style from him, so he’d find a feminine style appealing and interesting! your style could be goth, alt, coquette, or even none of those—honestly, it doesn’t really matter to him. he thinks skirts are very pretty though, whether they be mini skirts with stockings, patterned midi skirts, or flowy maxi skirts.

taesan also likes how your nails are so perfect and meticulously done and considers getting his own nails painted. plus, he’s amazed at how you’re a master at your makeup routine and the amount of effort you put into it, so he watches makeup tutorials in his own time to surprise you by replicating your makeup routine on you (∩˃o˂∩)♡ he would also love taking fit pictures with you with a digicam, and he’d love snapping pictures of you as you pose along the street.

🐬 shopping with his s/o 🐬

taesan loves shopping with his s/o. it’s a time for him to observe his s/o’s preferences and what makes your face light up. when you see an item that makes you gasp in delight, he tries hard to hide a smile at your enthused reaction and silently takes note. he's pretty fashionable, so he’ll be reliable when you ask him for fashion advice! when you shop together, taesan will be honest about what suits you and what doesn’t. when you hold up an item that doesn’t look that nice, he’ll have that pensive look on his face if he’s not into it. he’ll help you look for alternatives when an item you want isn’t in stock. taesan also offers you tips on how to layer jewelry!

taesan is also the type to see an item he thinks would suit you and buy it for you. he ends up accumulating so much that it fills an entire box—when you ask him what he’s bought you so many clothes for, he turns red and shyly tells you how they reminded him of you… which makes you flustered and sooo happy (˶ ᵔ ̫ ᵔ ˶) ♡

🍧 couple items and coordinating outfits 🍧

taesan would secretly adore matching items. you bring it up in passing but are too nervous to directly initiate anything… (づ>/////<)♡ he's initially shy at the thought of it, but when he does his own research, he grows attached to the idea of having matching items with you, someone he dearly cares for. so one day, he gifts you with matching earrings while shyly mentioning he’d love to wear them together! from then on, you'd have fun looking for matching jewelry together.

like riwoo, he’d love to coordinate outfits based on materials and patterns. in particular, he’d love to coordinate a mix of knit, denim, leather, or plaid, typically in neutral/dark colors like off-white, gray, black, or dark red. still, the outfits wouldn’t look exactly the same and would leave room for you to experiment with your individual styles!

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ᯓ★ leehan

🍀 what style does he prefer? 🍀

i think leehan has no particular preference when it comes to fashion, anything goes really! he’s very supportive and content to see how happy you are with the clothes you wear. he wouldn’t mind anyone with a different style from him. at the very least, he’d want you to be comfortable and warm in your outfit. he brings bandaids, safety pins, and a little sewing kit around with him in case any accidents happen—he’d definitely trade his sneakers for yours if your feet start hurting in your shoes ૮ - ﻌ • ა leehan saves every fit pic you send him and uses them as his wallpaper, and he'd take candid pics of you too and swoon at how cute and pretty and cool you are in your outfit.

🐬 shopping with his s/o 🐬

while he’s not particular about his s/o’s fashion, he’d want to be there while his s/o shops or chooses what outfit to wear for the day. leehan loves quality time with his s/o! but don’t rely on him for fashion advice or expect it to be a productive time; he thinks you look pretty in everything and will let you know. he’s so sincere about it too that you can’t even get mad at him.

but one thing leehan will be insistent about is you wearing fish or marine-themed clothing. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 he makes you fit the most atrocious fish-patterned polo that looks like something your granddad would wear and thinks you look hot. he sees this cap that goes “fish love me, women fear me” and full-on begs you to buy it. and you know what? you do—because how can you refuse the pleading of a pretty boy like leehan? (ㅅ´ ˘ `) he's just happy to see you dressed up in something he has an interest in.

🍧 couple items and coordinating outfits 🍧

leehan would definitely buy you matching alien plush keychains to attach to your bags or belt loops 👽⋆｡°✩ he’d feel giddy looking at your matching charms and how cute they look on you… it’s like you bring a part of him everywhere you go 🛸 and i stand by this—leehan would definitely have custom shirts printed for the both of you that say “i love fish and my s/o”. deep inside you’re embarrassed at how the design looks like it’s been shoddily done on microsoft powerpoint, but when leehan proudly admits he made it himself, you just shut up and wear it… anything for him i guess (๑>؂•̀๑)

something i’ve also observed is how in the bnd content online, leehan wears long sleeves almost all the time! so rather than have coordinating outfits, leehan would lend you his outerwear. he’s a man with a plan—but is veeeery sneaky about it. he accidentally “forgets” his sweaters at your place. he also lends you his jacket with the excuse of “adding layers” to your outfit (something he learned from you!!!). and somehow, his clothes make their way into your closet—you’re highly puzzled, but you’re not complaining (❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡

🍎🍓🍊🍋🍐🍏🫐🍇

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bunnyinvanilla · 2 months ago

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ideaaaa

older!price with his little bunny girl. he’s out one day and sees a bunny jelly at at the store and immediately buys it for her. ofc she HAS to show him how grateful she is after!

just i little idea!

- 🪽

oh my gosh im kicking my feet at the thought, need old!daddy price to gift me a bunny jellycat :(

the way you were beaming up at him with dollish, doe eyes, blinking with soft flutters of your eyelashes made john think you were the actual bunny plushie, and not the one he was hiding behind his back with a smug grin underneath his thick beard.

“what did you get me, daddy?” your question sounded so lovable, so sugary sweet, you hadn’t spoken with a tone laced with greedy expectation, but rather with a genuine and sincere shyness and gratitude for his thoughtfulness — that’s what made him want to spoil you even more, shower you with gifts until your sweetness rotted to the core.

“saw this at the store doll, reminded me of you” and when he stretched his arm and handed you the soft, plushy bunny stuffie, you gasped, forgetting how to exhale — you let out a happy, chirping little sound, your porcelain cheeks red and warm and your eyes sparkling like glitters.

it was so pretty, the fabric on the inside of its ears decorated with embroidered flowers, the button of his nose rosy and pointy, its legs and arms perfectly huggable — if you had been a plushie, you would’ve definitely been this one.

“oh my gosh daddy! it’s a jellycat!” you almost squeaked, taking the beautiful, pretty stuffie in your hands and admiring it — he probably had no idea how trendy those were among young girls, he must’ve simply seen a cute bunny that had reminded him of his bunny, and imagined she would like it, hence way, he'd just ended up buying it “thank you so so much sir, it’s so cute, i love it! thank you!”

he gave you a half lazy smile, enjoying seeing his little girl happy over such tiny things, and tucked a loose string of hair behind your ear, “you’re welcome, angel, im glad princess likes it”

you’d been wanting one for so long, you thought, as you pushed out your bottom lip and looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, keeping the stuffie close to your chest — you wanted to show him how grateful and thankful you were, but he never let you, claiming that was simply his duty as your daddy, as your man. you stood on your tippy toes, planting a heavy, yet soft kiss on his mouth, and another one, and another one, smiling fondly against his lips “thank you, sir, love you”

you lowered yourself, but this time, you placed your hands gently on his hard, muscular abdomen, and slowly tried to push him towards the couch, until the back of his knees hit the edge of it and he plopped down with a heavy thud, giving you a questioning look,

soon, that look was replaced by a warmer, hazy expression, as he let out a deep, low and gruff chuckle, watching you sinking down on your knees with your new precious bunny tucked underneath your forearm,

“doll, no need to repay daddy, wanted to give my baby a gift, love, to make you happy, sweetheart” he said that, but spread his thighs wider, parting his legs and throwing his arm behind the sofa’s head — he bucked his hips, and you gently rested your cheek on his clothed thigh, giving him the sweetest, most innocent look “then can i make you happy like you made me happy, daddy?”

how could he say not to his little one? with a lazy, amused tug of his mustache, he brushed his thumb over your puffy lips, sitting comfortably. “aight, love, s’yours after all, doll. do whatever you want”

then, the sound of his zipper being pulled down.

you were going to name the bunny cupcake.

#john price #john price x f!reader #john price x female reader #john price imagine #captain price x female reader #price x female reader

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educatedsimps · 11 months ago

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Hi! Saw your requests were open and I just had to stop by! Could I request a (not exactly angst bc the idea is funny but definitely in character for him) Bokuto x reader where he's ranting to a friend about how he loves to hug the reader and his friend just makes an offhand comment about how he'll probably crush her since he's a pretty big guy and he goes all emo mode about it. He doesn't want to hurt anyone :( Obviously we gotta add some comfort at the end for the silly guy

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bokuto kōtarō x f!reader

a/n: omg of course!! i haven't had the chance to write for bokuto and yes i agree this is literally perfect for him 🥰

cw: timeskip spoilers, atsumu being stupid, some hurt/comfort, msby crack

"I can’t wait to go home after this. I’m exhausted," Sakusa sighed.

"It’s not useful practice if it’s not exhausting, Omi-Omi. Be glad you’ve got teammates like us," Atsumu drawled, winking at his teammate and earning a disgusted glare from across the table.

"I thought today’s practice was fun! We got to try the new unorthodox version of our quick attack, and we've almost got it!" Hinata chirped next to Atsumu, with bits of his food flying from his mouth.

"I'm fine with it as long as you guys don't overexert yourselves during training," Lisa, Atsumu's girlfriend and the team's physiotherapist, chimed in from Atsumu's other side.

"What are you guys planning to do when you get home?" Meian asked, stuffing a rice ball in his mouth.

"Shower," was Sakusa's immediate answer.

"Probably do a little bit of meditation," Hinata mused.

"Call my brother to ask for more meal prep bentos," Atsumu said. An amused scoff came from his girlfriend.

"What about you, Bokuto?"

Having been focused on his food the whole time, Bokuto nearly choked on his rice when called upon by his captain. With tempura crumbs coating his lips, he smiled widely and announced, "I'm going home to give y/n a big hug!"

"You sure love hugging y/n, Bokuto-san!" Hinata chuckled, popping a salmon nigiri in his mouth.

"Of course I do! I love hugging her! She's so huggable and I just wanna squeeze her so tight all the time and transfer all of my love for her," Bokuto said, with with his fists in the air. "You guys should all hug your girlfriends tight! The tighter you hug her the more she'll know you love her!"

Shooting Lisa a lovesick smile, Atsumu stated, "We all love hugging our girlfriends, but I won't accidentally crush 'er to bits like someone." He nodded towards Bokuto.

Bokuto stilled, staring at Atsumu with confusion.

"Miya..." Meian warned under his breath.

"What? I mean, have ya seen the guy? He's huge! Could prob'ly flatten 'er if he wanted to," Atsumu continued, chortling at the thought. He stopped short as he noticed the glares from Meian and Sakusa. "What? What'd I say?"

By then, Bokuto was already in a completely different headspace. He had a blank expression on his face and a faraway look in his eyes. His shoulders were slightly hunched and his usually spiky hair seemed to droop at the edges.

Sakusa sighed what was probably the heaviest sigh in the history of mankind as Hinata stage-whispered to his teammate, "Atsumu-san, I think you hurt Bokuto's feelings."

Wide eyed, the blonde setter started to defend himself. "WHA-?! no, i- I DIDN'T EVEN-"

Sensing Bokuto's incoming emotinal shut down (or emotional episode, in this case), Lisa quickly tried to divert their attention. "Please, 'Tsumu. You wish you were as strong as Bokuto-san. Your spikes are weak as shit-"

" 'Cause I'm literally a setter!"

"-and not an all-rounder, which is why Kageyama-kun is ranked first in the country and you're second."

"BABE-"

"Maybe I shouldn't hug her anymore. I don't wanna hurt her. What if I really crush her one day? Then she'll really be flattened like a piece of bread. I don't wanna hurt her. So this means I can't hug her anymore. But I like hugging her. But does she even like my hugs?" Came Bokuto's voice. His brows were now furrowed and his face was etched with worry.

"Of course she does, Bokuto-san! I'm sure she loves your hugs, and you love her too much to ever hurt her, right?" Hinata and Lisa attempted to cheer up the saddened spiker.

Finishing the last of his food, Sakusa stood up, muttering, "I'm exhausted, I can't deal with this right now. My partner's here to pick me up anyway," As he walked past the other side of the table, he spoke to Atsumu in a low voice. "Only a jerk like you would say something like that to Bokuto, of all people."

"SHUT UP, OMI.”

"I’m home…"

Your ears perked up at the sound of Bokuto’s voice and you immediately noticed his dejected tone. Closing your laptop, you got up from your desk and bounced over to the front door to greet him.

Sticking your head round the corner, you saw him place his stuff down by the counter before staring into space. His face was blank and devoid of emotion but his eyes were filled with inexplicable sadness. Seeing him like this tugged on your heartstrings and you knew he was going through one of his emotional episodes. You just didn’t know why.

"Hey, Kō! How was your day?" Slowly walking towards him, you reached out your arms to give him a hug but stopped short when he cried out.

"NO, DON’T HUG ME. I’LL CRUSH YOU."

You froze with your arms mid-air before you dropped them back to your side. He had one hand held out to stop you from coming closer and his face was tucked into his other arm. You could hear quiet sniffles coming from him and your heart broke seeing how upset he was.

"But you already have a crush on me, baby. And I have a crush on you too! I thought we’ve already established that?" You joked, trying to lighten the mood.

It didn’t work. It was like he didn’t even hear you, so you decided to give him some space (like Akaashi had advised). You guided him to sit on the couch while you went about the house finishing up your chores. After several minutes, he seemed to feel a little better and you decided to talk to him (also like Akaashi had advised).

Sitting by his side on the couch, you reached out and held his hands in your own. His eyes were downcast and he was avoiding your gaze as if his life depended on it.

"Kō? What's wrong?"

"Nothin'."

"Look at me, baby. Please? I wanna see your cute face," you cooed. He pouted for a while more (which was adorable, by the way) before he finally caved.

"Tsum-Tsum said I'll crush you if I hug you too tight 'cause I'm so much bigger and stronger than you. And I don't wanna crush you, I promise! It just made me sacred to think I might not know my own strength and end up hurting you in the process. That's why I'm scared of accidentally hurting you when I’m excited and I know that if I did, you wouldn't say anything which is why I don't wanna accidentally hurt you with my hugs in the first place-" He swallowed the rest of his words as you pressed your lips to his.

"Kō, I love your hugs. They're the warmest hugs anyone has ever given me. Don't tell my mom, but sometimes your hugs are even better than hers," You giggled softly. A small smile appeared on his face as he looked at you. "And it's not a bad thing that you're so strong. It makes your arms really nice to hug! I promise you'll never be able to crush me. I'm stronger than you think, you know?"

"Really? You really like my hugs?" He asked, hope in his eyes.

"Really. A hundred per cent. A thousand per cent. I wouldn't like it any other way, Kō," You reassured him, kissing him sweetly once more. Within seconds, his entire mood had shifted and he was now beaming.

"Okay! I can hug you now!" He cheered. Before you could process anything, you were held in your favourite set of arms and wrapped up in the warmest hug on earth. You hugged him back tightly and felt his soft lips press against the crown of your head. Snuggling into his warmth, you felt so lucky to have him.

"Oh my god, anyone who says your hugs aren't perfect are clearly stupid," You sighed happily.

"Tsum-Tsum is pretty stupid sometimes," Kotaro hummed.

You pulled away, gasping in faux shock. "Really?"

"Pfft, yeah. Even Lisa says so!" He guffawed.

Before you could reply, your phone buzzed with an incoming message.

Lisa: “hey girl! hope everything’s ok with bokuto. my boyfriend’s kinda stupid sometimes so he doesn’t think before he says stuff. hope bokuto’s not feeling too down!”

Y/n: “it’s all good! managed to cheer him up pretty quickly today, haha”

Lisa: “that’s good to hear. you’re the only one who can cheer him up like that, y/n! anyway, rest well, you two. see ya next week!”

Reacting to her message with a heart, you put your phone down and turned back to your boyfriend.

"So, you gonna hug me or not?"

a/n: UM I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY??? pls lmk what u think 😭

#educated.simps #haikyuu x reader #lyssa.writes #simps.write #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff #bokuto kotaro #bokuto x reader #bokuto kotaro x reader #bokuto fluff #bokuto x reader fluff

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kryannoy · 6 months ago

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wanna cuddle the bear, the bear in question : sitetampo

genre: fluff

a/n: i'm still obsessed with him. oh! and i was playing wuwa while putting his live in the background to pretend like i'm in a discord chat with him and his friend, and it felt nice! i don't watch his live but i just wanna hear his voice. would definitely do it again <3

He looks so cuddlyyyyy

You can't help it!

Every chance you get, you'd throw yourself onto him, not caring yet caring if he gets hurt from the impact.

Then you'd nuzzle your face into his hair or his chest, arms wrapped around his waist, squeezing him tight until he groans out an "owwwww!" in pain.

You'd loosen your grip and look up at him. He has a smile, wide, until it bursts open and his chest vibrates from laughter.

Gosh, you love your life-size, realistic, huggable bear.

Sometimes you would even throw yourself onto him when he's on the bed playing video games and hug him tight, taking a big whiff of his scent before getting up, leaving him still groaning in pain, to continue the things you need to do.

When he's washing the dishes or making something and his back is empty and tempting, you'd still hug him from behind and nuzzle your face in between his shoulder blades.

He'd jump from your sudden assault but his hand finds its way to yours and gives a few thumb rubs before he continues doing what he's doing.

When he's done and you're still attached to him, he wipes his hands and turns around facing you to hug you back. He walks forward while you walk backwards. He'll make sure you don't stumble and he makes his way to the sofa and drops both of you onto the soft cushion. Still hugging, of course.

If he has the energy, he playfully wrestles you around. Because he's stronger than you, he'll manhandle you like a life-size teddy bear instead.

Let's say you wanna tease him.

When you hug him from behind and he's left vulnerable, your hands sneakily went under his shirt to feel his stomach around. Either that, or you lift his shirt just to see his cute, subtle abs. Of course both ways end up with him abruptly leaning forward—bumping you a little too hard in the process, but that's the price you get—and pulling his shirt back down while laughing.

He'll turn around and try to do the same to you so you can understand how he feels. But that ends up with him tickling you because it was ticklish when you did it.

Most of the time, he really doesn't understand why you do it—like, why you suddenly jump onto him and held him so tight he couldn't breathe just to leave him alone again :(

He kinda needs some explanation TT

#sitetampo #sitetampo x reader #sitetampo brawl stars #sitetampo fluff #sitetampo brainrot #brawl stars #brawl stars world finals 2024 #sitetampo headcanons

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saythatuwill · 9 days ago

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help i need android!noah x reader whose love language is physical touch. he’s your own personal teddy bear, resigned to his fate as yours to snuggle. ft. baby’s first time being the little spoon.

now playing: the craving (single version) // twenty one pilots

warnings: none!

pairing: android!noah x gn!reader

word count: 2.4k (like i said... definitely not mini.)

oh, isn't this so fucking cute?? help is on the way, dear! HELP IS ON THE WAAAY /ref

this was meant to be a mini fic but you inspired me so much that it is not even slightly "mini" and i gave it a LOT of extra-and-probably-unnecessary plot. WHOOPS! congrats for being my first ever request! i hope you love this, anon!

as always, likes, comments, and reblogs are always so appreciated! please enjoy!

tags: @concretejunglefm, @fadingangelwisp, @bloody-spades, @chey-h, @xmads-omensx

If there were a competition between who was most affectionate between you and Noah, the winner would surprisingly be you.

It wasn’t like you were clingy, per se. Nothing like Noah, who would sometimes follow you like a lost puppy around the house, refuse to sleep in the Sleep Mode pod you got installed just for him, or want to go everywhere you were going. No, what you were was more sweet, loving, and, well… affectionate.

Ever since Noah broke free from his programming, your relationship changed for the better. He wasn’t just your “companion android” anymore, he was your boyfriend. This didn’t quite flip your dynamic on its head, but it made you far more comfortable with displaying your love for him in the only way you knew how. Touch.

You’d woken up that morning feeling a little off, like you were sinking and needed some kind of lifeline. It wasn’t often you got like this, but you knew exactly what you needed. And if you had to guess, he was probably already hard at work. Despite the fact that it was 8 in the morning.

Rising from bed, you felt slower than usual. Sadder. Painfully lonely. You were certain that loving on your boyfriend would fix at least one of those problems.

Your feet padded against the wooden floors as you departed your bedroom, the automatic door opening and closing for you as you went. Up the little elevator, you stood before the room of the studio.

A neon sign glowed against your skin, reading “Recording In Progress”. It didn’t deter you, pressing your hand against the door until it recognized your hand print, the door sliding open for you without trouble. Just as you expected, there he was.

Noah didn’t notice you at first, his eyes fluttered shut as his lips hovered over the microphone. You couldn’t hear what he was singing since the booth was soundproof, but he was into it. His headphones were snug against his ears, one hand raised at shoulder level, making tapping motions in the air to keep his timing correct.

You smiled to yourself; another thing you adored about him now that he was free. His passion, his enthusiasm for what began as a forced career path. Now, he loved it, from writing the songs to recording them, to even playing them live. Noah had become a brand new android, no, person.

His eyes opened partly, half lidded as he poured his heart out, and only then did he see you from the corner of his eye. Noah was able to detect your presence in the room, but he’d been far too sucked in to notice. But you certainly looked gorgeous leaning against the wall, bed head and all, watching him like he was the only boy in the world.

Noah quickly exited the booth, arms tucked behind his back like they always were. He was dressed lazily for once, a white hoodie and black sweatpants. Somehow, to you, that made him look softer, huggable. You walked straight to him.

“Good morning,” Noah greeted with a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. “You’re not usually up this early. I'm not seeing anything on your calendar for this time. Are you alright?”

Your response was you wrapping your arms around him. He brought a hand to your back immediately, rubbing gentle circles into your skin. For a moment, there was silence. Comfortable silence that neither of you quite minded.

Noah was used to how you showed him love. You liked to touch him, whether it was just leaning your knee against his, or snuggling up to him on the couch. He didn't feel the need to question you on why you often did this, and you didn't feel the need to explain. It was fine that way.

“Mhm, just need to love you.” After what felt like forever, you answered. Your words were slightly muffled from your face against his chest. You felt the way his body warmed up and softened for you.

“You can stay here with me, if you'd like. I don't mind you being here. I'm just working on a new song, I think you’ll like this one, it's... different.” Noah ran a hand through your hair, careful not to get his fingers caught in any of the tangles.

“Sounds like a plan.” Reluctantly, you pull away from him, your hand lingering on his chest a moment too long. Only then do you pull up one of the desk chairs, rolling it over beside his.

For the first 15 minutes, you both quietly enjoyed each other's company, leaning your knee against his. He stared straight ahead at a holographic screen in front of his face. His brown eyes had a glowing ring of blue just outside of his brown irises. Tattooed fingers touched and slid around parts of the production on the screen, and you tiredly watched.

20 minutes in, you had begun to feel that the knee touch wasn't enough. So you rolled your chair even closer, resting your head on his shoulder. The screen flickered as if surprised by the action. Noah simply hummed in acknowledgement, not at all bothered by the contact.

But when that turned into you wrapping your arms around his left arm about 45 minutes in, he realized he would not be getting much work done if this continued. Not like it annoyed him, of course; he could call you annoying all he wanted but still not mean it.

“Hey,” Noah spoke up, his voice low and a bit on the monotone side. “I need my arms to be accessible to work.”

You wrapped your arms around him tighter with a huff. You didn't want to let go, why would you? His skin is surprisingly soft for being synthetic, his bicep is a perfect pillow for your head. Your eyelids had begun to droop more and more as time passed.

“I can detect that you're tired. Why don't you go rest? Don't force yourself to stay up, that's not good for your health.”

“Come with me.”

The screen turned off. Noah turned his head as best he could to look down at you. His brows were furrowed in confusion, face twitching as he tried to process what you meant. You'd never suggested this before.

“Come… with you.” He echoed, speaking slowly. For an intelligent android, he sure did have his moments.

“To bed. Come on.” You tugged at his arm like a child pulling at their parent's sleeve.

“But— (name) I have to finish this. I put this in my schedule, I—”

“Noah, you know you don't even need a schedule, right? You're free now. You can work on this later, it's only 9AM.” You stood up, looking at him expectantly. He paused, likely questioning whether or not he wanted to argue with you about this.

“Fine.” He heaved a heavy sigh, the sound similar to an air conditioner. You didn't miss the way he rolled his eyes. Some things truly would never change, like the fact he's still a prick when he wants to be.

Your hand in his, you pulled him along with you back down the elevator and into your bedroom. The bed was still unmade, the comforter in the perfect position to climb right back into bed and pull it over no problem.

Noah stood in the doorway as you climbed into bed, taking one of your pillows and placing it beside the one you typically sleep on. He found himself fidgeting, not quite sure what he was supposed to do. Sure, you'd both been together a while, but he figured your bedroom was a private space he didn't need to be in often. You were a private person, and he didn't mind that.

“What, are you a vampire? You don't need me to invite you in. Get in here.” You beckon him with a ‘come here’ motion. Good lord, was he your boyfriend or a really timid black cat?

He did as he was told, sitting at the edge of your bed, hands on his lap. Noah's eyes met yours, and his head tilted. That question was meant to be a joke, why was he actually like a fucking cat?

“Dude. I’m not going to bite you.” You pointed at the spot beside you, and quite honestly you didn't think you could get any more obvious about what you wanted from him.

The gears were turning in Noah's mind, you could tell by the way his face twitched, eyes flickered, brows furrowing and relaxing back and forth. But then he simply crawled over to where you wanted him, slowly lowering his head on the pillow.

“That's my boy.” You laid your own head down, turning to face him. Strands of his hair fell in his face, hiding one of his eyes. You reached over to move it out of the way.

Noah looked so sweet like this. You could already feel that off feeling fading away. Maybe you just needed him here. This was new territory for you both, but you liked being this close to him. Perhaps he was onto something with being fussy about that Sleep Mode pod?

“Will you tell me what's wrong now?” Noah allowed you to push his hair away from his face. He closed his eyes as you did, savoring the feeling of your touch. He beat you to the punch with touch, grabbing one of your hands with careful consideration, like you were made of glass.

“Today just feels weird.” You sighed, interlocking your fingers with his. Both of you spoke in whispers, like telling secrets in quiet rooms. “I figured if I focused on how much I love you, I wouldn't be a bitch today.”

“You mean you're not usually a bitch?” Noah smirked at his own joke, but immediately faltered at the glare you gave him. “Sorry, that was rude. In all seriousness, I'm glad you sought me out. I don't mind you needing to touch me.”

His gaze fell on your joined hands, falling silent as he just stared. His gaze flickered over every detail, his own tattoos, the veins on your hands, the way you sometimes squeeze him like you're afraid his hand will up and vanish. He squeezes back just slightly.

He's not very good with words. You’ve never asked him to try harder, and he doesn't put the pressure on himself. And it's fine that way.

“Good, because I need you to turn over.” Ever the bossy one. Noah couldn't help but smile at that.

“Why do you need me to do that? Are you already tired of my face?” A half joke this time around, spoken with a chuckle but also with a hint of something like 'do you not like me right now?'

“Do you need to ask questions about everything? Turn over.”

Noah searched your face for an answer to his question anyway. Seeing none, he turned himself over, back facing you.

Then your arms were around his torso, your body pressed against his back. You were shorter than him, and it likely looked a little silly for you to be the big spoon. He certainly was confused.

“Spooning.” He stated the obvious, trying to look at you over his shoulder. “Aren't we doing this wrong?"

“We're not. This is exactly how it should be. You're a perfect teddy bear.” Your eyelids were already getting heavier by the moment, the warmth and softness of his form being enough to soothe you. How could you possibly go back to sending him to the pod at night?

You'd be calling M.I.N.D later that afternoon, requesting it be removed from your house as soon as possible. No need for it anymore, not when this is all you had ever wanted.

“Is this okay?” After a few beats of silence, you figured you’d ask. What if this made him uncomfortable? He could just be the type to hold others, and not like being held.

“You’re overthinking, I can feel it. Of course it’s okay. This is… nice. Do you want me to stay with you?” His body relaxed more into the mattress. One hand pushed down against the mattress, marveling at how soft it was. Comfortable. Squishy. He liked it.

“Please. Wanna hold you.” Your eyes fluttered closed despite your best efforts to keep them open. Noah was right; you were exhausted. Your words were beginning to slur, your breaths evening out.

“Love you. Thank you.” Was the last thing you had to say before you fell silent, falling victim to sleep as you held your boyfriend tight. Perfectly content in the way you were expressing how much you loved him.

Noah was silent for several minutes, listening to you breathe as you fell into a comfortable sleep. Reasonably, he could sneak out and get back on schedule, but your words rang in his head. You know you don't even need a schedule, right? You're free now.

You were right, but freedom was a tricky feeling. He’d grown used to his programming, the way he normally did things, and now that he was sentient he could truly do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. He just… wasn’t quite ready for that yet. Was there truly any harm in staying the same?

But you’re here holding him, softly snoring as you dreamed about what he assumed was something as beautiful and brilliant as you. He could go do his task, but he couldn’t bring himself to detach from you. He was likely supposed to be the big spoon, but he also couldn’t bring himself to roll over. Could he still protect you in this position?

Should he have asked if he was allowed to go into sleep mode here? Noah hadn’t asked for your permission, and it was part of his programming to assume he should stay awake.

You’re free now. There it is again, those three words that nagged at him. They repeated over and over like a broken record, until he made up his mind. He was free now, he was in your bed, and if he wanted to sleep beside you, he could. He would.

“I love you too, (name).” Noah finally replied, knowing that you definitely didn’t hear him. It was intentional, another threshold he hadn’t quite crossed; the first “I love you”. But he felt more at ease knowing he was able to get the words out, even if he didn’t have the guts to say it to your face yet.

With that, he switched his system into sleep mode, his own eyes fluttering shut as he went into a dormant state. Perhaps he could get used to this, to holding you, sleeping beside you, being your teddy bear. Noah could get used to being yours.

He wasn’t capable of having dreams, but he thought of you before powering off. That had to count for something.

#♡ sherry's work #♡ requests/thoughts #♡ au: androids #android!noah #anon #bad omens #noah sebastian #bad omens fanfiction #noah sebastian bad omens #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian fluff #noah sebastian fic

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fanon-elio · 7 months ago

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-*'Good Night, My Dear'*-

Von Lycaon x Gn!reader

Tag: Green Letter (Sfw)

A one shot inspired by Lycaon's trust events.

Warnings: None

Night has fallen over New Eridu, the suns departure having plunged the City into a familiar darkness. Even if no longer illuminated by the sun's rays, the city glows regardless, just as colorfull as during the day.

Similar, and yet completely different.

The colorfull lights of the buildings glittering like stars, while effectively drowning out the shine of the real ones. The only exception was the moon as it hung peacefully in the sky, its cold light basking whatever it touched in a melancholic light. It was Ironic that something so tranquil found its place right above a city that never once quieted down, always awake and thriving with life. Be it animals who also called the City their home, or people who were still out and about, either partying, or having just gotten off work.

A place where you had found yourself currently as you walked through the pedestrian area, your gaze being drawn to the skyline of the City time and time again. Work had exhausted, but never the less satisfied you, knowing that you had been very productive today.

And sometimes it's the small things that count.

You noticed a cat sitting just by the Kiosk, carefully observing you. Slowly you approached the small animal, kneeling down just a few steps away as not to frighten it, gently reaching out your index finger as if questioning it for its company. It sniffed your finger curiously before it approached you, rubbing its head against your hand. Slowly you scratched the cats chin, its puring being a welcome contrast to the sound of traffic or the chattering of other people. Soon a second cat joined much to your delight, as it approached to where you've been sitting. It reminded you of a good friend who always seemed to attract the attention of all the animals around him, as they approached in happy curiousity.

Something that happened quite often as Lycaon had told you, even though you always thought that the Wolf thiren himself was just as huggable. You and him had been friends for a long while now, having first met by chance on the street when you had helped him when a little girl had been awfully curious about his fluffy tail. You didn't know why you had felt obligated to step in, but he had definitely appreciated it.

After that both of you two had went your own ways until your paths would ultimately cross once again, only this time he was the one who had helped you out instead, when a scetchy vendor wanted to sell you fake jade pendants. As thanks you had invited him to a coffee, and later exchanged numbers when you realized how much you two had in common. After that you had met up with him regularely, finding great joy in eachothers company as you talked about whatever came to mind.

The cat in your lab flinched, seeming to have been spooked by a loud noise as it got up and ran away. You stood up and looked after it, suprised when the Wolf thiren you had thought about just now seemed to materialize right in front of you, his white fur almost gleeming like a ghost in the cold light of the moon as his gaze was cast into the sky.

You wondered what he was doing up so late, thinking that the issue could be his insomnia he struggled with from time to time as he had told you. His ear flicked, seeming to have noticed the sound of your shoes coming his way, and he turned to look at you. "It's an honor to meet you here so late" he responded, a tinge of surprise in his voice "hey Lycaon, what are you doing up so late?" You asked him, coming to a halt next to him "I had trouble sleeping, so I decieded to go on a little stroll" he responded "what about you? Are you out for a stroll at this hour of the night as well?" you scratched your neck sheepishly "actually I just got off work, I've done some overtime" you told him, and he pursed his lips "even though working hard is commendable, you also shouldn't overwork yourself" he gently scolded you, as you pondered of telling him the exact same thing. "I was just on my way home, but found myself captivated by the moon" you told him "so you're here for the moon, too" he asked you, and you nodded.

You two once again gazed into the sky above, a comfortable silence setteling between you two as you basked in eachothers company like you had done time and time again. It was only broken by Lycaon posing a question "Say, do you believe in fate?" a question that caught you off guard a little. "I do" you responded noting his lips as they formed a small smile "I do as well, just a moment earlier I had thought about you, and then suddenly you appeared" he said, an expression of suprise found its way onto your features "same here, I had thought about you as well" you responded, an answer he seemed to like.

He let out a small sigh "the moon does look beautiful tonight" his eye found the glowing sphere in the sky "You can get a spectacular view of the moon in New Eridu from this angle" he tells you "but everyone knows that the moon is actually battered and beaten... The moon is dead. What we see is its corpse" he spoke wistfully "someone I used to know told me once." His words sure surprised you, surely you hadn't taken him for the poetic type. But as your eyes followed his, noting the subtle otherwordly shimmer of the hollow that covered a part of the moon's surface, you couldn't help but agree. "It sounds kind of beautiful" you replied, and he chuckled a bit "your responses never fail to surprise... and amuse me" he fully turned to you, a question glittering behind his crimson iris "If I may be so bold to ask, would you accompany me somewhere? The view is beautiful at night, but it takes a little effort to get there" he asked offering you his hand, and you obliged "of course" you responded "thank you. If you'll please pardon my breach in etiquette." For a moment you fail to realize what is happening to you. "hold on tight" he spoke, low and gentle before a feeling of wheightlessness suddenly rushed up and you automatically screwed your eyes shut as you clung to Lycaon's shoulders, the gentle call of the night breeze rushing in your face.

When your eyes opened, you found yourself standing on solid ground again. "we are here" his voice sounded out before you finally saw where he had brought you.

"A rooftop?" You questioned. "I come here whenever I can't sleep, just to feel the breeze" he explained taking a few steps towards the edge "there is no scientific way to corrobarate this, but this place that makes me feel at ease. I always find it easier to sleep after coming here" you took a few steps towards him as you took in the view "you can walk around and take in the view... if you're not afraid of heights." Up here New Eridu stretched as far as the eye could see, the lights of the buildings glittering as they were reflected in the water. Just below you the night life was still buzzing with people enjoying their evening, while you enjoyed yours up here.

You looked at Lycaon, noticing that something seemed to be on his mind as he chewed on his bottom lip absentmindedly. "Are you alright? You seem bothered by something?" You ask him and he clears his throat, seemingly in embarassment "not necessarily bothered, however..." he trailed off seeming to internally brawl with himself "It is just-" if you didn't know any better you'd think that he was flustered by something "- Y/n, if I may be so bold to ask" he started "would you give me the honor of going out with me sometime" he asked, clearly surprising you. He stepped closer to you and put a hand on your shoulder, his touch soft and caring "You are incredibly important to me, and that's something that will never change" his voice held so much honesty and emotion, it made your heart swell with a strong new feeling.

"I absolutely want to go out with you" you beamed at him, and his tail started to wag "you are very important to me as well Lycaon, I greatly enjoy spending time with you" you said, a small blush creeping its way onto your face "with you more so than with any other" you confessed, his tail picking up speed. For some time you two just looked at eachother, once again just enjoying the moment beneath the moon. The faint rustling of Lycaon's tail filled the silence between you before you spoke up mirthfully "Oh look your tail is wagging" you exclaimed "and your ears were moving too" his gaze found yours before he once again cleared his throat "...you must be mistaken" he says, discreetly grabbing the traitorous appendage with the hand behind his back. You give him an amused smile, but chose not to further tease him about it. You two continued your conversation, setting the plans for your future date in stone as the hours melted away.

After enjoying the breeze on the rooftop for a bit with Lycaon, you miraculously start to feel tired. You yawned and rubbed your eye, which gained his attention "It's already very late. Let me take you home" he said, offering you his hand again, which you once again took. He gently picked you up again and held you close while you burried your face in the crook of his neck as the feeling of weightlessness once again washed over you. Lycaon jumped over the roofs, the metallic sound of his prosthetics filling your ears, and the closeness to him erasing your fear of the immense height. His grip on you was firm but gentle, and you knew that he'd never drop you.

As soon as the familiar sense of weightlessness wore off again, you were greeted by the entrance of your apartment. Your feet met solid ground again as Lycaon carefully put you down "have a pleasant night. I hope you enjoyed yourself tonight" he spoke "may you have a good night's rest. You deserve it after having worked so hard today" he finished, placing his right hand to his chest before leaning down to bow gracefully. You smile and took a step towards him, placing a small kiss on his cheek " I wish you a good night as well, and text me once you're home" you spoke and his gaze found yours, his tail picking up speed again. "I will, thank you y/n" you stepped into your apartment and gave him one last look, smiling at him before closing the door.

Now a smile found its way on Lycaon's features as well, tracing his cheek with his fingers before he turned on his heel and made his way back home.

He knew tonight, he would sleep very well.

-*'♡'*-

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angel-of-the-moons · 20 days ago

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Bugs in A Rug

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Fluff! Fluffy stuff! Cuteness! Nudity (somewhat) but nothing sexual. Possibly autistic!reader, implied soft-bodied Steven and Reader, self consciousness.

A/N: this came to me because I hate sleeping with clothes on because of how they make my skin feel all weird n junk so enjoy this very short blurb lol

You and Steven had been dating for a while. The two of you had your dates; you shared tea, snacks and the occasional documentary binge snuggled on your sofa.

You hadn't been intimate--nothing more than a kiss or a cuddle session--you hadn't even seen each other undressed. It's not that either of you weren't ready, per se... you were both so painfully awkward and self-conscious about it.

Poor Steven felt a little embarrassed of how soft his tummy had gotten as of late, the muscles far less defined than they used to thanks to Marc allowing him to "fatten them up", as Marc had jokingly claimed.

No matter how many times you had told him how cute and huggable it made them look, he always got so embarrassed about it. You inwardly cursed society's standards on how they pressured men to be cut like underwear models and body-building thirst traps.

But, at the same time... You felt ashamed and embarrassed about your own body. Too pudgy in the tummy, cellulite in your thick thighs, stretch marks across your delicate skin... Your breasts weren't even as perky as many other women's seemed to be. Wearing bras for long hours pained your shoulders and back and irritated your skin.

Steven caught you looking at yourself in one of his many mirrors (Marc and Jake, too, of course), looking at the soft rolls on your body, a frown crossing your sweet lips as you tugged your shirt down to hang not so tightly against you... And, just like you'd cursed social standards of beauty for men, Steven cursed them on your behalf, too. Society pressured everyone to be beautiful, to be "perfect" no matter that "perfect" was an unattainable goal mortals couldn't gain.

It wasn't easy, but you both tried to build each other up, brick by crumbling brick. Steven became more at ease with his softening physique, and you became slightly more comfortable with the angry lines crisscrossing parts of your body.

Maybe, in time, because of your shared love, you'd be comfortable enough to have sex with each other. But giving time and most definitely consent was the biggest things the two of you focused on. There was time enough to be intimate later on, what mattered more was the two of you feeling safe enough to do it. To be more than physical.

That mattered more.

Tonight, Steven was at your place. You decided it was far more comfortable to sleep in (and far less clutter to clean. Poor guy always felt sheepish of his "messy" flat.).

He placed his duffel on the chair next to your bed, and made a little "ooo" sound at how he sunk into your mattress, squishing his hand down on the comfy foam.

"Pff... I take it you approve?" You laughed sweetly at him.

"Yes, actually! 's like a big marshmallow!" He grinned at you, "I like it. I think I need to buy one... Might help the crick in my neck!"

"I got it on sale, I sleep like a baby on that thing." You smiled, your eyes twinkling in a cute, undeniably adorable way that made Steven's breath catch in his throat.

"I don't get why they say that." Steven snorted, shaking his head as he reached down to fix the top of his sock so it sat more comfortably on his calf. He was already dressed in his "pyjamas"; a t-shirt and some sweatpants, you were still dressed in your day clothes.

"Say what?" You asked.

"Sleep like a baby." He emphasized, "Babies wake up almost every two hours, I hear. Dreadful."

You snorted into your hand at his dramatic shudder, "Well, I mean..."

"Y' should say you sleep like a... a capybara, or a sloth, or something." He added, grinning when you erupted into full blown laughter.

"You're such a dork." You sigh, turning on your telly to pick some idle thing to play for background noise as you both drifted off to sleep.

Steven leaned down, remembering to grab his vapor rub--his allergies were killing him, lately--from his duffel next to your bed.

"So, I was thinking," He started as he screwed the cap off, "that tomorrow, we can head out to the--"

He nearly dropped the jar of jelly when he watched as you just--oh, so casually just--just pulled your top and bra off in one go; your soft breasts dropping free of their confines.

You gasped when he did, indeed, finally drop it, and that's when your brain kicked in.

You were home. But you weren't alone. Steven was here--and you just basically stripped in front of him!

You made an undignified noise and dropped to your knees, hiding behind the edge of your mattress to conceal yourself; your brain too embarrassed to simply tell you to pull your shirt back on.

"Oh, god!" You moaned in shame, "I--I'm sorry! I... When I get ready for bed, I--I usually... I don't sleep well when--I don't wear clothes to bed because they--they feel weird on my skin and I get hot and I--"

Steven placed the jar of vapor rub on the bed and turned, smiling at you patiently, still flushed with embarrassment.

"Love..."

"I'm sorry." You blurt, feeling a knot of anxiety lodge in your throat.

"Love, no, it's okay?" He tried, lowering his voice like he was trying to coax a scared kitten from behind a dumpster. "I understand, you're used to a routine, not used to it bein' interrupted. Your brain kind of went into autopilot, I know you didn't mean anything by it, sweet'art."

You peeked up at him, still cringing with unnecessary shame, as he continued, "Babygirl... I... You don't have to be ashamed. How about--ah! Waitaminute."

You watched as Steven awkwardly fumbled, almost tripping, really; as he pulled his shirt off, his messy curls tumbling over his forehead. He then reached down and tugged his sweatpants off, revealing boxers with cute little kittens and cups of tea on them. Calicos, black cats, tabbys...

It was so... Steven.

He still wore his calf-high fuzzy socks, the hairs on his legs poking through here and there as he grinned sheepishly at you, "There! That way, you sleep in your undies, I sleep in mine. If we're dressed the same, it's less awkward, yeah?"

Your heart squeezed in your chest at his gesture. You looked at him--and how he waited so patiently for your answer, his face a little reddened as he pushed some of his stray dark locks out of his forehead; looking at you with those adorable, wet puppy-dog eyes of his.

Finally, you move to stand, swallowing the lump in your throat as Steven watched you. His eyes weren't heavy with any intent, just pleading. Still patient, and oh so loving.

You drop your shirt and bra, turning your gaze towards the TV, waiting for something else... some sort of verbal blow that you logically knew wasn't going to come, but had come from partners in the past.

You watched him once again as he sat on your bed, his back to you as he applied the vapor rub carefully around his nostrils, and then one by one pulled his socks off to rub the jelly on his feet before putting them back on.

You felt... at ease. Happy, thankful.

You hesitantly wiggled your jeans down your legs and quickly sat down on your bed before yanking the covers up to your chin, looking at Steven as he, himself got comfy in bed.

He turned on his side to look at you, and smiled, "See? Can't say I've ever had to listen to a dress code to sleep, but..."

"You... You don't have to."

"But I want to." He insisted, "I love you, sweet'art. You always tell me to love myself, but I catch you acting the same way I do with myself towards your own body. You're gorgeous."

He reaches out to caress a knuckle down your cheek, the scent of the vapor rub clinging to his finger; the menthol making your nasal cavities tingle.

"And technically speaking.... I mean... It's sort of similar to seeing someone in their swimsuit, innit? Like, imagine I'm in my swim trunks, and you're...." His face twitched, his nose crinkling as he tried to think.

"You're wearing a bikini. And... And a seagull or something flew off with your top?"

You choke on a laugh, "A seagull? Really, Steven?"

"Hey! It's the best I could think of!" He grins, wiggling his hand beneath the blanket to poke at your tummy playfully.

"Or, maybe you undid your top to get a sun tan or... something?"

You laugh again, squirming away from his fingers as he tries to tickle you.

"You're really not uncomfortable?" You peeped.

"I could never be uncomfortable around you, babygirl." He says to you gently, his voice low and calm. "We're just going to snuggle like we do every other day, alright? That's all."

You smile, nodding.

Finally, you relent, tucking yourself against Steven, resting your head on his chest and arm over his midsection as you both sink into your plus mattress; Steven's hand idly stroking the skin of your shoulder as you both drifted off to sleep, watching the documentary you'd picked.

You didn't know why you ever feared Steven would be repulsed or nervous about your body.

And, well... his kitty cat boxers were adorable...

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ilostdoor-itgone-ohno · 10 days ago

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ranking hermits and friends based on how scary they are (to me)

explanations under the cut :)

Okay starting off: Not all hermits are here, not all friends are here. these are only my opinions, you may think otherwise and that's fine. Also Cleo is scarier than JoeHills but they still belong in the same category.

ZombieCleo: terrifying. Absolutely terrifying. I feel like if I even accidently upset them I would be punched with NO hesitation. It may not be Cleo that punches me but I will get punched regardless. But also total badass and I think they would be huggable if you hang out enough.

JoeHills: petrifying. From what I've seen (and I haven't seen much) this guy is certainly smart enough to raise an army of followers then find out all my information (he wouldn't send them anywhere but he'd let me know he's got 'em (please don't take my social security number)). Also really cool glasses :)

LDShadowLady: Scary but it's mostly Joel being scary around her lol but also she and Stampy got me into watching Minecraft youtubers <3

SMajor: I've watched enough life series and Minecraft escape rooms to know this dude is unhinged. He wouldn't even think about hurting me but he's so chill and friendly and I think he may be huggable

Grian: Behind those soulless eyes is deranged dude, behind the deranged dude is a softie that just wants his mending book.

GeminiTay: So scary, so huggable, cool af, amazing taste in games and fashion. GeminiSlay, total savage, determined to win in any game.

PearlescentMoon: Both scary and huggable, 5am Pearl could kill me straight off but normal Pearl? Absolute sweetheart, just a lil' silly goose, wouldn't even hurt a fly.

SmallishBeans: So British, his accent cracks me up every time. His reactions are so explosive and that's the part that scares me but very entertaining.

InTheLittleWood: This guy over here is so freaking funny, still scary but I'd die of laughter before he even got the door ajar

Docm77: I'm going to be honest here, I haven't watched much Doc content but from Grian's perspective he's scary.

Mumbo Jumbo: The guy is a big softie, let's be real. Also his hermitcraft stuff that I've seen is so adorable.

GoodTimesWithScar: he's just so cute <3 definitely huggable but not a dad, he's just so silly <3

SolidarityGaming: he'll never be scary after watching that one stream after he goes skiing and its essentially just him falling down constantly in the background of Kristy looking amazing.

RenDog: he's just cool, not scary at all.

ImpulseSV: Dad #1

Skizzelman: Dad #2

Tango Tek: Dad #3

BDoubleO100: Dad #4

The Dads: 100% huggable. They could even be classed as a safe space. We love the dads <3

Ethoslab: Not a dad but still huggable.

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doukeshi-kun · 11 months ago

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Dad Nikolai is definitely the type of dad to walk around shirtless all the time especially during the summer. Like he's the dad that while all the kids are outside playing, he's chilling, not a shirt in sight. Sun's out, tiddies out. Gimme his breasts pls 🙏

𝙙𝙖𝙙!𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 + 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨

replies ✥ oh hell yea tiddies outttt

contents ✥ fluff, suggestive , oc kids (yuri, mari, karol), fem!reader

Nikolai treats you like a queen.

His words and manners are enough proof that he sees you as one. You could not remember how many times have you felt so down about your appearance, especially after three pregnancies. But Nikolai would always be there, hands slithering on your body, tracing your curves and folds and fleshes and bones, with his lips uttering how beautiful you are.

And he is such a great father as well. He makes sure your children all tell you how beautiful and pretty and cute you are. Yuri is a good boy—he always says nice things to you. Mari wants to be as pretty as you—she said. And Karol... Well, he often compares you with his favourite Hot Wheels cars, so you take it as a compliment.

It's summer. The sun is bright outside. It is a little windy, it is such a nice weather to chill. You are standing right outside your house, monitoring Yuri and Mari who are gardening. They seem to be focused on choosing between succulents. Yuri has taken a new interest these days and you are more than happy to support him—and Nikolai is always eager to play with Yuri, despite the boy's annoyance.

“Dad, dad! Bell man gonna come! Just waaatch!”

“I don't understand you, Karol...”

You hear your husband's voice and you turn to the side, seeing Nikolai's pinky getting pulled by Karol who is excited about some 'bell man'. Nikolai notices you and mouthes 'Help me' with a pleading pout.

However, your eyes are wandering away.

You know Nikolai likes to be shirtless—and this man is a nudist after 2AM—but there is just something else about his look right now.

Shirtless, black shorts, hair in a bun. His chest is toned, with lines of his muscles. His shoulders are just as broad as you remember.

You do not know if it is hormones or you are just attracted by how good of a father he is, but he definitely stirs something in you. You find yourself to be staring hard at his physique—has he exercised or something? Why do his arms look so strong and firm? Why does his waist look so huggable? Are his muscles already looked that toned and visible?

“Pervert alert.”

You swallow nervously when you realize that he is standing beside you. A timidity creeps up, and it feels like you two are young again. Nikolai grins, leaning closer to you. You feel your cheeks heat up and you lightly shove him by his chest, although it does nothing to nudge an inch of him.

“Aww, you shy now?” He teases again, holding your wrist and keeping your hand close to his body. Your fingers are brushing against his bare skin—he is slightly sweaty and he feels warm. Nikolai smirks, pressing your hand so you would palm his chest. “Come on, don't be shy. We've been together for years, my love.”

You pout, pinching his chest lightly. Instead of wincing, Nikolai only laughs, enjoying your reaction. “You’re so fun to tease. Always the same face. Never get tired of it, you know?” He says as he gives your ass a light smack, which you do not mind as much—he is always touchy. But his hand is lingering on your rear for a little too long.

He gives your ass a good squeeze, causing you to squirm and hitting his chest lightly. “D-Don't do that here... The kids—”

“Kids, go inside right now!” Suddenly Nikolai shouts at them and they immediately turn to both of you. You click your tongue in annoyance, attempting to pinch his stomach, but God—his body is firm.

“Don't listen to your dad. He's being stupid again.” You reply, assuring your kids that Nikolai is just joking. Both Mari and Karol are clearly confused but Yuri has the nastiest look on his face, which makes Nikolai cracks a wheeze of laughter.

“Isn't he always stupid though?” Yuri says. Karol gasps, looking at his big brother in disbelief.

“He is?!”

“He is.”

“I don't think daddy is stupid! I think he's just... mmm... selective smart!” Mari says and Nikolai cheers. He gets to his little princess and carries her up.

“Oh, my little flower! You really are your daddy's defender! Mwah!” He kisses her cheek, making Mari giggle. You smile to yourself but your smile falters into a shriek of embarrassment when Nikolai suddenly turns to you, saying, “It's okay, love. I'll carry you like this too.” He winks.

“Stop it,” You huff but your mind is already wandering elsewhere when you are starting to imagine how nice it feels when he wraps his strong arms around you. Your face heats up and you gaze away, trying not to look at your husband's flirtatious smile any longer.

“Bell man!” Karol suddenly shouts excitedly and both you and Nikolai turn to the gate, seeing Karol waddling to see an ice cream bike passing just in front of the house. The man on the bike is ringing a bell—a gesture to attract attention.

“Karol, don't go to the road!” Nikolai barks sternly as he puts down Mari. Yuri is already on his way to hold back his little brother who is excited for some ice cream when the ice cream man parks his bike right outside your yard. Mari looks at both you and Nikolai before grinning and following his brothers, seeming to want an ice cream too.

“Well, guess I have to buy ice cream for everyone,” Nikolai mumbles to himself. “Look after them for a while, sweetheart. I'm gonna get my wallet.”

“And... get your shirt,” You playfully smacks his chest, squeezing it. “Don't wanna have those aunties gawk their eyes on my husband now, do we?”

“Possessive, I like that,” Nikolai smirks as he slaps your butt lightly. “This is all yours, honey. No one has a chance, alright?” You giggle as you shove him back lightly, urging him to get inside and get dressed. Nikolai still has that perverted grin on his face as he walks into the house.

You turn to your kids, expecting a wholesome scenery of your kids choosing ice cream for each other, but all you see is Karol standing on the bike with the ice cream man—not even Yuri or Mari is stopping him.

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