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drluvsick · 4 months ago

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hello!!! I read lots of your work and must I say it is very delicious omnomnomnom, is it okay if I request an either sanemi x reader or tengen x reader bcs I'm down bad for both sjshshs where the reader looooveeeessss physical touch and kind of likes pda and how would you think sanemi/tengen would handle that? thank youuu have a nice day!!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒/𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐃𝐀 — 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐳𝐮𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚

headcannons of tengen & sanemi with a s/o who loves physical touch and pda. 📝 gn! reader. loooved this!! oh, and i didn’t know if you wanted the wives included with tengen, so i just left them out— but send an ask if you want ‘em in! i hope you have a nice day as well! :]

word count : 450+

𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙄𝙉𝙂 . . . 𝘚𝘏𝘖𝘞 𝘔𝘌 𝘏𝘖𝘞 — 𝘔𝘌𝘕 𝘐 𝘛𝘙𝘜𝘚𝘛

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐈

— he’s so on board. physical touch? he’ll be clingy asf upon hearing that. hugs, random kisses, letting you feel his muscles— major ego boost for him.

— and just setting aside him being suggestive in some of these touches, he’s definitely holding your hand or keeping a firm grip on your hip in public to let others know that you’re already called for. not only that, but he’ll sometimes have you sit on his lap (if you’re comfortable with it) and just hug you in that position.

— when you both are mad at each other, distancing yourselves is the worst punishment for the both of you. it never lasts more than a day, because how are you two going to sleep without each other’s arms and “i love you”s?

— does every type of kiss on you. eskimo kisses, french kissing, you name it. will do his research and come home to try them out.

— calls you nicknames in public from intimate ones to outright silly ones (honey bunchkins, just to embarrass you a bit <3).

— cannot keep his hands off of you in public i swear, everyone has to know that you’re his or else someone’s going to come up to you and try to sweep you off your feet before he can do anything about it!

— physical touch ✔️, pda ✔️, this man is one to love those as well!

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀

— he has a rough & tough exterior to keep up! you can’t just go up to him and hug him from behind to watch his face turn red— it ruins everything!

— that being said, the first time you wrapped your arms around him from the front (despite his gruff talk about hating these kinds of “cringey couple actions”) his opinions turned a full 360 without him noticing it.

— he’d grown to love your unexpected kisses, even though he’d tsk at you anytime you’d do it.

— and after getting back from a long, bothersome mission? he’d be the one to initiate the hugging and cuddles because he’s too tired to care about your teasing of him being needy.

— not too big on pda, he’d rather let himself indulge in you at home where you’re both safe from prying eyes. but if someone’s looking at you like they want you for themselves? hooo boy… sanemi will absolutely show that you’re taken. whether it be by hugging, kissing, simple gestures/nicknames— that person looking at you has no chance.

— when you tease him for it he either denies it and sticks with that or just flatly admits that yeah, maybe he was a little jealous.

— this guy will be your stuffed animal if you want him to be

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pandapetals · 4 days ago

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PDA

You and Logan are infamous for showing your affection much to everyone's annoyance.

professor logan howlett x professor fem!reader - established relationship (y'all married), cute, fluff, teasing, no y/n used, no reader description, your an english professor, logan is a history professor - imagine days of future past logan with the white streaks in his hair

read on ao3 or find more parts for the series: here

"Logan…" you chuckled, feeling his arms wrap firmly around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he stood behind you in the kitchen. His touch was warm and unbothered by the fact that you were in the middle of the common area. "Someone could come in," you warned, your voice teasing but half-serious, though you were used to this by now.

Logan just shrugged, completely unfazed, his chest rumbling with a low, amused sound as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. "We ain’t doin’ anything wrong, sweetheart," he muttered, his lips brushing lightly against your ear in that familiar way that sent a shiver through you. "Just standin’ here... holdin’ my wife."

You could feel the smirk in his voice, that gruff edge of playfulness that never went away, no matter how many years passed. The warmth of his breath against your skin had your pulse quickening, and you instinctively leaned back into him, despite your mock protests. You weren’t exactly trying to resist him.

"And what if someone does walk in?" you murmured, tilting your head just enough for his lips to graze your neck, enjoying the way his arms tightened around you in response.

As if on cue, you heard a voice behind you—Scott’s, dripping with his usual exasperation. "You know, some of us actually use this kitchen," he groaned from the doorway, his expression already tired as he looked at you two. "Is this really the place for… whatever it is you two are doing?"

Logan didn’t even flinch or loosen his grip on you. In fact, you felt him chuckle softly, his mouth grazing your ear again. "What’s your problem, Summers? Just showin’ a little affection to my wife." He drawled the words lazily, completely unbothered by Scott’s disapproving glare.

You bit back a laugh, turning your head to shoot Scott a playful look. "We’re just standing here, Scott," you said, echoing Logan’s words. "What’s wrong with a little love in the kitchen?"

Scott sighed, rolling his eyes, clearly not in the mood to argue. "Can’t you two keep it PG for five minutes?" he muttered as he rummaged through the fridge.

You grinned, feeling mischievous, and as Logan nuzzled his face into your neck, you casually let your hand slip down and gave his butt a firm squeeze.

Logan raised an eyebrow, his eyes darkening with a hint of surprise and amusement. "That how we’re playin’ it now?" he muttered into your ear, his voice thick with a low growl.

You couldn’t help but laugh, biting your lip as you tried to look innocent. "You make it hard to keep my hands to myself."

Scott groaned louder this time, his head still buried in the fridge. "Seriously? You two are impossible."

Before Scott could launch into another lecture, Jean entered the kitchen, casting a quick glance at the two of you before letting out an exaggerated sigh. "Honestly, you two," she said, but her smile betrayed her amusement. "Some of us don’t need to see all this PDA."

"Jealous?" you teased, grinning over Logan’s shoulder as his hands slid down to rest on your hips. "I’m sure Scott would be happy to show you some affection."

Jean gave Scott a sly smile, raising an eyebrow at him. "Oh, really?" she said, her tone playful. Scott, flustered and red-faced, sputtered some excuse about needing to find a snack before hurrying out of the room, much to Jean’s amusement.

With Scott out of earshot, Logan turned you around to face him, his hands never leaving your waist. His eyes softened just a fraction as he looked down at you, the teasing grin still tugging at his lips. "Let ‘em complain," he muttered, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I don’t care. Not about anyone else." His voice dropped lower, more intimate. "Just you."

You smiled, resting your hands on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palms. "You’re really not worried about them lecturing us?"

Logan huffed a laugh, shaking his head. "Not even a little bit." He tilted his head, eyeing you with that familiar glint of mischief. "Besides, if they don’t like it, they know where the door is."

You chuckled, knowing full well that no amount of teasing or groaning from the team would change a thing. You and Logan were a force of nature, and everyone in the mansion had come to accept it, even if it meant rolling their eyes every time you two were caught in one of your “moments.”

"Well, in that case," you said, your voice softening as you leaned in closer, your lips hovering just inches from his. "I guess we don’t have to hold back, do we?"

Logan’s grin widened, his hands tightening on your waist, pulling you flush against him. "Not for a second, darlin’."

His lips finally met yours, the world around you faded, leaving only the two of you. It didn’t matter who complained or who walked in—you and Logan were unapologetically in love, and no amount of groaning from the team would change that.

The next morning, as the sunlight streamed through the mansion’s large windows, you and Logan found yourselves in the kitchen again. This time, you were standing by the coffee maker, waiting for it to brew, when Logan came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist like it was second nature. His chin rested on your shoulder, his scruff tickling your neck as he pulled you back against his chest.

"Morning, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.

"Morning," you replied, leaning into him, smiling at the easy comfort of his touch.

It was one of those peaceful moments you loved—just you and Logan, the world quiet, everyone else still asleep or scattered throughout the mansion. Of course, it didn’t stay that way for long.

Jean strolled in, followed closely by Scott, both of them shooting you amused looks as they spotted the two of you wrapped up in each other. Jean rolled her eyes but grinned as she grabbed a mug from the cabinet. "You two really don’t waste any time, huh?"

Scott groaned from behind her, rubbing his temples like he was already tired of the sight. "Seriously, can’t you wait until we’re all awake before you start with the PDA?"

You laughed, turning in Logan’s arms to face them. "What? We’re just standing here—again," you teased, though you made no attempt to step away from Logan’s embrace.

"Yeah," Logan added, his voice gruff but full of amusement. "We’re not hurtin’ anyone." He shot Scott a glance over your shoulder. "Maybe you should try it, Summers. Loosen up a bit."

Scott looked utterly unimpressed. "I’m perfectly loose, thanks."

Jean, pouring herself a cup of coffee, snorted. "Oh, please. You could take a few lessons."

Scott sputtered, opening his mouth to argue, but before he could get the words out, Bobby walked in, pausing as he took in the scene—Logan holding you close, Jean grinning, and Scott looking exasperated.

"Okay, seriously," Bobby said, gesturing to you and Logan as he grabbed a bowl for cereal. "Are you guys ever not all over each other?"

You grinned, shifting just enough to give Logan a playful nudge. "We could cool it down a little," you teased, glancing up at him. "Maybe tone it down when everyone’s around."

Logan huffed, tightening his hold on you slightly. "Why should we? It’s not like we’re doin’ anything wrong."

"True," you agreed, turning your head to shoot Bobby a mischievous look. "Besides, you know you’d miss it if we stopped."

Bobby groaned, his head falling back dramatically. "Oh God, no. Please, I’m begging you—stop. At least until after breakfast."

Jean chuckled into her coffee, and even Scott couldn’t hide the slight twitch of his lips. But it was Kurt who appeared next, his head popping into the kitchen with a teasing grin on his face. "I don’t know," he said with a wink, "I think it’s sweet. They remind me of teenagers in love."

Bobby groaned louder, pouring milk into his bowl. "Teenagers who need to get a room."

You exchanged a glance with Logan, smirking. "Or, you know, we could get our own place," you suggested casually, though the idea had been bouncing around in your mind for a while. With all the teasing, the idea of having a space just for you and Logan—without the constant commentary—was becoming more and more appealing.

Logan raised an eyebrow, considering it for a moment. "Hmm," he grunted, the idea clearly taking root in his mind. "Could be nice. No interruptions, no one complainin' every time I kiss ya in the hallway."

You grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Exactly. No more complaining, no more audience." You glanced over at the group, most of whom were pretending to be very interested in their breakfasts now. "Not that you guys aren’t fun and all."

Jean laughed, taking another sip of coffee. "I don’t know—what would the mansion do without you two acting like lovesick teenagers every day?"

Scott, still rubbing his temples, muttered, "We’d probably get a lot more done, for one."

"Hey, maybe it’s not such a bad idea," Bobby chimed in with a grin. "You two can get a place, we can visit, and then, when you’re not around, we can actually sit on the couch without worrying about walking in on something."

You couldn’t help but laugh, turning back to Logan. "See? They’re practically begging us to move."

Logan looked down at you, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. For a moment, you thought he might agree. A quiet place, just the two of you, sounded tempting—no constant interruptions, no team busting in when you least expected it. Just you and Logan.

But then, his eyes softened, and that familiar smirk returned. "Nah," he said, shaking his head. "I like it here."

You blinked, a little surprised. "Really?"

Logan nodded, his hand slipping up to gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin. "Sure, I could do without all the wisecracks," he said, his voice low and warm, "but... this place is home. And besides," he added with a small grin, "I like givin' ‘em somethin’ to complain about."

You laughed, leaning into his touch, feeling a wave of warmth wash over you. The mansion was home. It was chaotic, noisy, and full of interruptions, but it was your chaos. Your home and you wouldn’t trade that for anything.

"Okay," you said, smiling up at him. "We stay."

"Good," Logan murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Wouldn’t have it any other way."

"Of course, you wouldn’t," Bobby groaned from the table, though you could see the smile tugging at his lips. "We’re stuck with you two, aren’t we?"

Jean rolled her eyes but smiled. "Pretty much."

Logan smirked, pulling you tighter against him. "Damn right."

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