#that waist always looks so huggable

[mewkwota]

Various drawings of Rihi-tan Kakkoi-Fighter Berumondo-kun in varying levels of seriousness because he really has that range. They're also from different points of time in my sketchbook whenever I felt like drawing this boy, with the last one being the most recent.

I think I may have finally gotten that balance on his body size with the SotN look, since it's normally drawn so, uh... thin in Kojima's works. That makes it tough for me to adapt such a fitted outfit.

But I know what I am going for when I draw that look. He is like an untended garden, growing out of control while also being controlled. I want to get that look especially in that hair-- it's too fitting to the idea.

Otherwise, much of this is keeping that waist body shape consistent.

[thebestsetter]

Isagi loves your thighs. And even though he isn't the type of guy to answer "personality" when asked "Boobs, thighs or ass?", he doesn't want to outright say how attracted he feels to them, mainly because he doesn't want you to think he only cares about your body (even though you know he doesn't).

So, imagine how heavenly it felt the first time he got to sleep on your lap. He remembers it as if it happened yesterday.

He had come home after a tough day of practice, in which his coach seemed even more angry than usual and just determined to make the whole team's day a living hell. Everything in him was aching, from his back to his feet, and he could swear he had a fever or something, because his head was starting to throb too. All Isagi wanted to do was get home and lay down, even if it means sleeping without showering (which shows just how tired he was).

"Honey? You're home!" he heard you saying from the kitchen "Welcome home!"

He tried to answer your sweet voice welcoming him home. He really did. But his mouth just wouldn't answer his brain's commands. So, he was just standing, staring at you with his mouth wide open, looking like an idiot.

"Isagi? Are you feeling alright?"

He couldn't even register what he was doing, but the next thing he knew, he walked closer to you. His body was just moving on it's own, as if being as close to you as possible was as natural for him as breathing.

"Sweetie, you're starting to scare me. Do you need to go to the doctor? Did something happen today at practice?"

He couldn't resist the urge to hug you anymore, even though he was trying to restrain himself because he was still stinky from practice and he knew just how much you hated it when he hugged or kissed you without showering first. He couldn't explain it, but you looked so huggable at the moment! He took a step closer, hugging you tight and burying his face in the crook of your neck, innaling deeply and letting out a satisfied sigh. One of his hands was travelling your waist while the other was playing with the hem of your shirt.

"Yoichi!" you exclaimed, voice worried yet still not loud enough to make his head ache even more (he doesn't even think your voice will ever be capable of doing him any harm) "You're burning up! You have a fever! I can't believe it, I told you to take better care of yourself!"

Ah. So he was right. He had a fever. That's why training was so hard today.

"Hm" he muttered, still with his head in your neck. He closed his eyes, enjoying the moment you both were having.

"Stay at the couch, I'll go grab some medicine at the bathroom."

"Noooo, don't leave me here" he said, clearly affected by his sickness. It looks like his mouth finally started to work again. "I don't want to be away from youuuu"

"Yoichi, my honey, you're clearly not thinking straight right now. But I won't go away! I'll be back in like 30 seconds. Sit on the couch and count, I swear it won't take long"

He sighed, but complied anyway, sitting at the couch and waiting (im)patiently.

You were right, because in almost no time you came back with pills and a cup of water. If there was a sport where the champion had to be the person who brought a glass of water and medicine to their sick boyfriend the fastest, you would win, Isagi thought (and that thought made him strangely proud).

"Here. Drink it up" he obeyed

"Everything hurts"

"I know it does, love. What you need right now is sleep. Come here" you said, patting your lap. If Yoichi was in his right mind, he would've blushed hard and maybe even denied at first, but he wasn't. He just wanted to rest, and he always dreamed about laying in your lap. So, he quickly grasped the opportunity.

And boy was it as good as he imagined it would be. Even better, actually. Your thighs were fluffier than any other pillows he had ever used before, and he felt like he could hibernate there. And as if it couldn't get any better, you started playing with his hair. He was in heaven. He couldn't even fell the pain anymore, and he was sure it wasn't just the medicine doings.

"I love your thighs" he admitted, a honesty he wouldn't have when he was healthy, which made you chuckle "And I love you too. Thank you." He kissed the inner part of your thigh to show you just how serious he was about it

"I love you too, Yoichi. Now, rest. We don't want the best striker of the world to be sick all week, do we?"

"If it means getting to lay on your lap everyday, I would be sick my whole life"

"You're silly"

"And you're the love of my life"

"Good night, Isagi"

"Good night, my love"

Masterlist

[vampirehoon]

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

[jakesangel]

late night drive with jake ꣑୧ - requested

notes : there you go bby @yunjaeda >.< i hope it's as good as you thoight i would make it <3 - not proofread i’m sorry :/

it's 10 pm and as your about to turn the lights off, you hear your front door ringing. knowing it can only be one person, at this late hour, you happily open the door already smiling thinking of jake making you an unnoticed surprise. hello, my love, he says as he hugs you tight. your precious boyfriend is only wearing his large hoodie paired w his sweatpants, but with his cute bare face and messy hairstyle, he looks more huggable than ever. i couldn't help til tomorrow to see you, he murmured in your hair, as he hugs you impossibly tighter. you can only chuckle and pet his hair as you know his embrace last usually long. the silence is comfortable, jake small pecks on your neck making you laugh from time to time earning to feel his smile on ur your skin. when he finally thinks his daily quota of hugging you is reached, he pulls back in a jump, too eager to tell you tonight's plan, actually i'm not staying here tonight, BUT before you pout at me and i'll give you everything, he starts teasing you, i have a surprise. follow me ?

and here you are, in the passenger seat, you know jake loves when you touch his hair, so as you wait for him to get ready, you brush the hair on his nap, making him slow down in his movement and hum as he enjoys your touch. he closes his eyes, and softly smile, silently thanking you for your sudden affection. he takes your hand away, and kiss it before putting it back on your leg, as much as i love it, i need to focus baby, he sadly say, finally starting the engine, where are we going btw ? you ask. he softly chuckle, eyes still on the road, no where baby, i just want to spend time with you. like late night drive ? oh by the way, can you connect my phone to the car, i made a playlist specially for this. his eyes rapidly move from the road to you, as he wants to see your reaction to his well thought playlist. his smile gets wider as he sees yours, happy to make you happy. car rides with the one who drives me crazy ? jake- you laugh, you're unbelivable, as you keep on laughing, what ? you always drive me crazy baby~ he replies back, his flirty side coming out. come on put it on !

the car ride goes smoothly, the car filled with laugher, the front windows rolled down, making your hair and his, fly around, making the atmosphere even funnier I PASS THE MIC, YOU STAY STILL YOU STAY YOU STAY, you guys sing-scream along the loud beat. your happy jake took a road far away from the city, the both of you would have waken up everyone. you laugh as you're done singing, followed my jake who slows the car. oh ? why are you slowing down ? you nevoursly ask, i thought we were having fun ? he juts looks at you with his trustful smile of his. he takes your hand in his, and hold it along the hand brake, don't worry baby, my surprise isn't just a car drive. aren't you wondering why we're so far away from the city ?

after stoping the engine, he goes around the car really fast, opening your door and offering his hand to help you, after you my lady, he playfully says. he then leads you to the back of the car, and open the truck only for you to see a plaid beautifully laid in it along with fairy light and snacks he thoughtfully paid. i thoight we could also stargaze, he turns you around and lower himself to look deeply in your eyes. what do you think ? he says with a smile hiding a hint of overthinking. jake- you're so... ? you're found speechless, his affection filling your body. you have the most thoughtful and caring boyfriend and he still show signs of insecurity, you're unbelievable, jake. you finally say as you hug him by the neck tight. you're so perfect, i love you, you whisper to his ear, not knowing what else to say but gets you're currently feeling. and hearing this makes him wrap his arm tighter around your waist and dig his head further into your neck, feeling proud of himself but mostly feeling joy as he knows and feels you love him.

after this heartfelt moment, he takes your hand again to help you jump in the truck, careful princess, he says as he put a hand on your forehead. he follows you, and bring you close to him, your head in between his laid arm n his chest. he hums in contentment, like always when he is in contact with you. as the silent falls comfortly between the two of you, you look up to him and his good looking side profile. tho the stars is beautiful, your boyfriend's agape lips is prettier to look at. his tall nose always digging into your neck, or his lips always saying sweet things to you. the said lips finally break into a laugh, jake's embarrassment coming out of his body, why are you looking at me, the show is ahead of you, he says, finally looking at you, i have a prettier star to look at, earning a shy laugh from him. it's rare occurrence you flirt with jake as he is usually the one making you fold, but everytime you do so, his shyness comes out. you're gonna be the death of me, his eyes falls on your lips, which doesn't go unnoticed from you. you come closer to jake, your hand coming up to his chest, signaling him to kiss you, which he totally gives in, his hand coming to your cheeks before diving in.

the kiss starts slow and soft, him wanting to pour nothing but his love for you. his thumb stroking your skin softly and his i love you's, fills you with nothing but warmth. it's only when he is out of breath, chasing your lips when you try to bake away, he breaks the kiss, but keeping you close, his forehead on yours, god i love you so much, y/n.

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[doukeshi-kun]

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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[harufluff]

types of hugs with txt

warnings - none

genre - fluff, txt x gn!reader, established or unestablished relationship au

wc - 0.7k

CHOI SOOBIN

the type of hugs that just engulf you. the hugs that feel just so comforting so much so that you want to cry. the hugs that only come from your loved ones.

soobin’s hugs are the types that you long for in the morning. straight out of bed, and to the kitchen, you see him standing there in a simple white shirt and sweatpants. he looks so soft and cuddly.

you wrap your arms around his waist and rest your forehead on his back. you feel him flinch a bit just at the surprise. he turns around slowly and hugs you back.

‘g’mornin, love.’

CHOI YEONJUN

the type of hugs that not only make you feel safe, but also at home. the type of hugs that feel like it’s straight out of a romcom tv show. his hugs feel like you’re the only ones in the world.

yeonjun’s hugs are like the ones that you can’t help but smile in. the types of hugs that you can be coming back from a date at a restaurant and are the most comforting.

you walk back to the car, hand in hand with each other smiling in the moonlight. he stops walking and started staring up at the moon.

you questioned why he stopped, until he pulled you into his embrace and tucked your head into his neck. it was peaceful. and despite not being anywhere near home, it was home to you.

‘tonight was nice. thank you, babe.’

CHOI BEOMGYU

the types of hugs that have so much warmth. the hugs that quite literally feel like a human heater. the kind of hugs that feel like a summer afternoon spent in pajamas.

beomgyu’s hugs we’re like hugging a teddy bear. soft and fluffy almost as if hugging a cloud. his hugs are those shared best in a comfy spot on the coach.

not doing anything for any specific reason at all. just basking in each others presence. guy’s arms warped around your torso with the back of your head lying against his broad chest.

no need for any words in moments like these. everything that you would need to say he knows just through that fact that you’re there.

no need for any words maybe except for…

‘i wish we could stay like this forever.’

KANG TAEHYUN

the types of hugs that you want to be impossibly closer. the types of hugs that can only be expressed by yourselves. the kind of hugs that you never want to end. his hugs are the type that you can nuzzle your nose into.

hyun had the hugs of a friendly giant. although it doesn’t matter whatever the physical aspects are. his embraces have more love than any giants.

when taehyun comes back from the gym, tired and sort of sweaty still, is when you feel he looks most huggable. right when he walks into the house he drops his bag on the floor.

obviously you see this as your cue to run up to him and give him a big hug. his arms stay wide open until you come into his embrace.

you rub your nose into his chest which causes him to chuckle. you peek up at him and give him a small smile in which he returns happily.

‘glad to see me?’

HUENING KAI

the types of hugs that long conversations can take place in. hugs that are perfect for late night talks in the dark. the kind of hugs that give you the feeling you’re in the right place.

kai’s hugs are always available to you. no matter the circumstances, if you need a hug he will give it to you.

on nights like these where you come home from your long day just tired and worn out, are when he naturally knows that you need some cuddles.

he drags you to bed when you’re done getting ready to sleep and holds you in his arms. your arms hook onto his and his leg is thrown over your legs.

you’re head faces up at him as you talk about your day. venting about any little thing. you know in your heart that he will always be there for you when you come home.

‘tell me everything. i’m listening i promise’

©️harufluff 2023

a/n - i love kai 🫤🫤

[nor-4]

Taking care of Sick Geto

Geto Suguru x Reader

"Geto let go I'm gonna pee" You said as you tried shaking geto off, it's been around 8 hours ever since both of you found out that geto is sick.

After that it's like you are trapped in a cage since geto wanted to hug you all day. "Nooo.. Can you hold it for a minute?" he murmured in your chest as he held you waist a bit tighter which makes you wanna take a pee more.

"I'm sweating bullets, it's already hot and you decided to hug me.." You tried reasoning as you try to shake of from his arms, "Not my fault you looks so huggable" He said as he readjusted his arms almost hitting the bowl from the night table that is filled with soup from earlier morning that you made so the medicine will be more effective for him.

Once geto re adjusted you took the advantage to get up from the bed which made the bed rise a little.

You and getou's shared house is not too fancy like those houses you find on pinterest, but sure is cozy and warm that makes you feel really welcome. A type of house that you will be comfortable to have a sleep over with, pantries filled with foods and snacks that geto sure will be nagging about when both of you are out for grocery, those neat looking kitchen that those Asian moms would love.

The living room that kids love because of those consoles and games that geto own, it's a safe place for both of you when all you just wanted was to hug each other while watching.

"I think I'm gonna die.." Geto said looking at you as he was sitting on the floor on the door of the bathroom like a kid as you do your business on the bathroom, "You're not don't worry." You said as you are scrolling through your phone.

"what's taking you so long? Are you shitting?" he nagged you again while giggling, his voice is a bit deeper, more raspy and airy than his normal voice. You always tease him about that because you said that he sound like a kid Justin bieber.

"Maybe you wouldn't know." You shrugged as you wash your self up and flushed the toilet really quick so geto wouldn't even try to take a peak, "Ewww it stinks" Geto acted as he pinch his nose as you walk by.

"Stop acting, you won't act like that later on when you couldn't breath on your other nostril." You said as you headed down stairs to make both of you a meal, this will be the third time that both of you eat. It's very rare for both of you to eat more than three time a day, you guys only did this when either both of you are sick.

Geto followed you like a lost kid as he walk lazily around the house, "I'm not feeling vegetables right now" he complained as he sat down near the stove so he will still be near you.

"Then don't eat, might as well make your cold worse." You stated as you started chopping the vegetables as geto sang lazily to the song you played, it's a habit of you to play music while cooking. Geto remembers the time when he wasn't sick he would dance around just to annoy you or just to enjoy the time with you.

You remembered the time where geto memorized the whole choreo of water by tyla just for you to watch him dance the whole song.

Your mind didn't have the capacity of a phone nor the smartest person on earth. But you remember every detail of it, you remember how much he made you so happy, how much effort he did just to make you laugh after a very busy and stressful week.

"God you're so beautiful.." Geto whispered as you looked at him seeing him looking at you with agape mouth, "I think I should marry you for the 100 times... Noo it's not enough, I should marry you on every chance I get. You know if you are sick, like really sick that there is no other cure than for me to die. I would rather die happy that I get to be loved by you."

Geto said this the time you said yes to him being your beloved of your life forever. He still remembers every detail even the tone he had while saying this, he always have a deja vu everytime he says this it was a good deja ju. A euphoria of the time where he vowed to never make you feel unwanted, unloved or anything that will make you sad. The time he vowed to love you in every aspect of your life, the time he said gratefully that he will love you even as a worm.

"You're being-" you are about to talk but geto keeps shushing you, "Oh girl now let's not ruin the moment." he sassed as you giggled while handling him the plate.

"I'd rather eat dick than eat vegetables all day.." Geto said raising his eyebrows on the vegetables, as you laugh smacking the sickness out of his system.

[sashi-ya]

THE JAKDF VANS hibino kafka x f! reader. +18. explicit

⋆ requested by: @southside-otaku Hiya lovey, I saw your slots were filled on the Kn8 event but was wondering if you could open one more for a fem reader and Kafka using a praise kink (it goes both ways and they just praise each other through the whole thing)? Thank you so much for all your writings! ~South ⋆ tw: mdni. explicit smut. oral. car (van :P) sex. nipple sucking. praising both, loving each other so much, expressing their love through sex. ⋆ wc: 2.5K // event masterlist // tagging: @kpopluvr95

A soft smile flies his way. A big smirk reaches you from the other side. With Kafka is always that way; his presence is enough to make you happy.

A chill night has fallen and covered the sky with its dark mantle. Little shiny dots blink on it, as embroidered with silver cosmic thread. Sore muscles, sleepy eyelids; still some energy to rest with your squad comrades.

It’s become a habit of you all, to hang on the hills until dinner time. The little vans of the JAKDF bring you to the top of the hills within the Tachikawa base, and they are often used for your sweaty anti kaiju suits to rest aside. Sometimes, even, allowing you to prepare some food in case you decide to have some little picnic after training. Tonight, however, one of those little vans, will be useful for yet another purpose…

When most of the crew has left for comforting baths and a so needed bed, two of you have decided to stay for a little longer.

“The night looks beautiful…” Kafka says, coming closer to you once the last van except yours have parted.

“Indeed ~” you purr, crawling on him. You’ve been waiting for this, for your frame to be finally surrounded by Kafka’s. You’ve been waiting for your nose to bury on the crook of his neck, and for your palm to slid under his black compression shirt. He got the habit of wearing them from Soshiro, and you are happy he did.

“But not as beautiful as you, (Name)” Kafka continues, laughing like a silly boy right after.

Oh, you dumb, big, huggable, kissable, biteable man… 

You nuzzle on him, inhaling the scent of his skin. Delicious traces of manly effort, to become the best, to be a good soldier, reaches your nose. A desperate need to bite invades you, and so you do.

“Nom” you joke, carving your teeth on his flesh.

An instant growl ripped out of his throat came with your biting. His hands squeezing your waist, pulling you closer to him; shortening the distance -if there is any at all- in between your hips and his crotch.

“What a naughty kitty…” he whispers, sliding his hands down your buttocks until your thighs. Seconds after you are lifted up, surrounding his hips with your legs, clamped at him as he helps you not to fall.

“I can’t help it, even sweaty you smell and taste so good, Kafka-kun” you murmur, biting and kissing more and more. 

A shiver runs through the Kaiju hybrid; those words… the praising, the love, the adoration he is only used to show, it is now being shown at him, by a woman as beautiful as you, as strong and amazing as you.

Kafka needs you, right now, completely naked, all for him. Feral instinct taking over, that’s not exactly from his Kaiju side, but from his most inner, deep, dark desires.

He turns around with you still in arms and kicks open the back door of the van. Absolutely amazed, you realized he has not only became stronger than before in his human form, but the way he acts right now has nothing to do with his usual funny, cute ways.

“Listen, I know you deserve a king-sized bed with every possible luxury in this world. And I promise you’ll have it, but now, love… allow me to make love to you”

“There is no bigger luxury than being yours, Kafka~”

He sighs, loudly and needy, and your lips seal one with the other’s. A passionate kiss, that’s the type of those being censored on movies, takes over. Tongues dancing, wet playing… so lustful, so needy.

Out of breath, he puts you down for some seconds so that he is able to close the doors of the van. Now, both of you are safe to let your inhibitions go free.

Kafka invites you to sit on the van seats, he is aware there isn’t much space, but it is better than the dusty back used for storage. He sits first on the passenger seat and then extends his arms to help you sit on his lap.

“There we go…” he murmurs, sitting you comfortably on top of his crotch, allowing your core to experience how hard he is.

You squirm a little bit on top of him, making him painfully grunt. The way your leggings graze his trousers must be considered both a torture and a pleasure.

You reach for his face, placing each palm on each of his cheeks. Squeezing just a little you pull him closer to your mouth as you bend to reach for his lips.

“Aren’t you the hottest? Aren’t you the best?” you whisper playfully, allowing that man to breath those words in before attacking your lips.

“That’s just a little bit of everything you are, baby” he answers back, praising everything you are. His goddess; the woman he doesn’t even think of standing right by, but always under to kiss her feet.

Surely and dominantly, he pulls down the zipper of your boiler suit. Obsessed, Kafka smirks; how comes you are wearing nothing underneath? You took the anti-kaiju suit and only slipped inside the coveralls?!

“You like what you see?” you purr, brushing his hair back as you watch him get lost into the turgor of your chest.

“Ngh… more than that, babe… I’m obsessed” he grunts, cupping your breasts into his hands to play with them, to take them to his lips, to squeeze them with precise pressure.

Your muscles tense as he begins sucking on your nipples; little bites on one of them while his fingers pinch the free one.

Every window, every glass surface on that van, gets steamed by the heat of your needy bodies. An extra hint of privacy you both didn’t notice for being so into each other’s bodies.

Your muscles tense, and so your hips do as well. You begin jumping, grazing, going back and forth over Kafka’s lap. Over Kafka’s hardness.

His fingers bury on your thighs and ass, helping you go up and specially down; he wants your sex pushed against his sex, as lust blurs his mind and leads the way.

You can feel the twitching underneath you; how desperately those pants get wet, precum stained, probably a mess. You wonder if it’s difficult for him to tame his inner beast, to stop his wild secret to be revealed, to take over the situation… to make you a victim, to be eaten by the monster he hides inside.

And you are getting eaten, but not exactly but his kaiju side. It is him, his humanity that’s desperate…

“Come here, allow me… ngh” his words cut short by unstoppable moaning coming from your continuous humping.

Kafka wants every piece of clothing off your body; like a butterfly gaining his wings, a metamorphosis to turn you into his nymph… naked, exposed, flesh ready to be ripped, tasted, devoured… no! bitten, softly! Think straight Kafka, this is you… not Number 8.

As the suit gets stuck on your hips, your feral lover lifts you up from his lap and deposits you next to him; it is a blessing those vans have one chunky seat joined for both the driver and the passenger side.

Turned to face him, he finally rips the legs part off. Spread wide opened by his big hands, he finally gets ready to taste your dripping core. Soft moonlight filters through steamed windows, shining silvery reflections on your smeared juices.

“Just… how can you be that perfect, love?” he asks, kissing your inner thigh with more than care; Kafka is moved by pure adoration, by pure devotion.

“I’m desperate for you, Kafka…” you moan, curling a chunk of his black hair in between your fingers.

He comes closer, more and more to your hot core. Inhaling your perfume, already gloating at what he is about to feast on.

Your right heel falls on his waist, as he is bent on the seat, to lift your hip enough for him to be comfortable. And you to be, exactly, on a silver platter.

Kafka slides his index from your clit to your entrance, as his lips purse and fall on your whole core. He sucks; using his tongue while he does to wander the ups and downs of your sexual lands.

Gripped to the steering wheel, your nails carve marks on the leather material as your hips lift even further. His mouth gets glued to your femininity; getting his chin completely messed up with your juices, and probably the tip of his nose as well.

His index, that soon also gets accompanied by his middle finger, are also inside you. Pumping, going in and out, in beckoning motions hitting your inner walls.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna mess the van- you- Kafka you do it so well- ngh…” you moan, pulling his hair to lift his face off your sex.

“Do it; I’ll clean it up” he mutters, cleaning from your arousal elixirs the commissure of his mouth with the tip of his tongue.  

You giggle; pulling him to top you completely.

“Shush, I want your dick inside of me…” you whisper, reaching for his now aching, desperate, about to burst bulge. “But first, I’d like to taste it… I’d like to feel the heat of it on my throat”

Detrimental for his mental health, those words were. If he still had some self-control, he had now lost it.

It was enough with your skilful hands to unbuckle the belt holding his pants up; a single swift motion freed him from that clothing jail. Toes to the rim of a completely messed up underwear, also enough to pull it down until strong thighs.

The perfect anatomy this man holds; the slight bump of his belly, so kissable, so deliciously tempting you to fall for deep maternal instincts… because he looks so much like the man you would love to give a child to.

“Let me give you pleasure, love. I – don’-“ he wants to argue, perhaps, on who deserves more than him. But you aren’t allowing it; if there is someone in this world who deserves to be praised and bathed in the most exquisite delights is none but him.

“Shh…” you giggle, surrounding his sex with your palm. There is something special on touching a man from underneath, with pumping motions coming in and out towards you; Kafka’s thighs begin to tremble, muscles spasming as your jerking off delight goes faster, increasing rhythm, increasing pleasure.

Slowly, but surely, you help him to sit back again. His forearm landing on top of his eyes, covering them, while his head gets thrown back.

You keep on pumping, up and down, with a palm coated in precum; with fingers drizzled as well. Kafka’s grunts and moans are like music to your ears, and now the tip of his dick is also a delight for your lips.

A stream of clear arousal forms in between the tip of your tongue and his purplish sex; Kafka’s eyes fix on it as you take some air to get ready to swallow his shaft entirely again.

“Babe… I won’t be able to hold…. Much longer” he grunts, trying to resist the urge to bury your head against his crotch.

Your eyes, teary from the many thrusts against your throat, meet his turquoise ones. Concupiscent look in yours, a frown tinted in depravity; like a demon, like a succubus, inviting that pure heart to sin.

“No, fuck it. Come here” he exclaims, taking the reins back again. He detaches you from his sex, helping you to straddle on top of him once again.

He hugs you, close enough to trap his hardness in between him and against your lower belly. A mess creating on your stomach, anticipating how warm it will feel once deep inside.

“I love you, my goddess” “I love you more, babe”

Almost without even trying and with a simple motion, his tip is already penetrating you. His chin, resting on your chest, right in the middle of your breasts. Pleading, and still dominant, he looks up at you. Your arms, pinned on the small of your back, held by one of his hands.

You begin to move, up and down, desperate. His hips wont let you do all the work by yourself, however. Thrusts destroying your insides, deliciously forcing your walls to spasm and milk his shaft.

Kafka attacks your nipples, out of control fucking you with no mercy. He doesn’t care if half Tachikawa hears your whines. In fact, he actually wants you to scream louder.

“God, you were made for me” he grunts, giving you the last few strikes. He can feel that indeed, your insides, were made for his sex.

You, about to lose control, can barely mumble syllables; Kafka is right, you feel like your insides were made exactly for him…

“Fill me up, love…” “Your wishes are orders, my sweet goddess”

[froggibus]

Hello! Was wondering if I could request headcanons about batboys (Dick, Jason and Tim) having a touchstarved (gn)best friend reader who likes giving them hugs? It could also include just general hcs about the batboys as your best friends. Hope it's not too much, thank you!

Batboys + Touch Starved Best Friend

Pairing: Dick Grayson x reader, Jason Todd x reader, Tim Drake x reader

Genre: fluff

CW: cuddling, general fluff, jason being a tsundere, kind of wholesome?

i was so excited to write this one! i feel like i rarely get batfam reqs so this makes me super happy!! i really hope it does our boys justice and that you enjoy it <3

ALSO sorry guys about slacking so hard on requests—life has been so chaotic and honestly I’ve been a little lazy. I’m gonna try and get some done this week while I have time off but I also have esports stuff coming up this weekend and next week

Dick Grayson:

this man is SO huggable 

like you could go up to him and just wrap your arms around him and he would not care 

i feel like he’s a very touchy/feely guy 

like he’s the type that’s just always touching the people close to him?

arm on the shoulder/waist, has his s/o on his lap

super respectful of boundaries though

if he’s your best friend, you won’t be touch starved for very long 

will hug you as much and as long as you want

and he’s a detective 

so if you’re too shy to ask or too sad or stuck in your own head

he will know and he will give you a hug 

chronic people pleaser so he’ll do anything to make you happy/feel better

Jason Todd:

tries to act like he doesn’t care/like he isn’t touch starved 

but he’s so down bad

it takes him a LONG time to get used to people and making contact with them 

and of course you love & respect him so no matter how touch starved you are, you won’t make him 

so one day when you’re especially needy and this man just randomly hugs you, you melt 

and from then on, you’ll just wrap your arms around him or lay on his lap on the couch

he acts like he doesn’t care but really his heart is racing and you’re just so warm 

once he’s used to you, he’ll reciprocate contact in any way he can

he especially loves to hold you against him to calm him down 

probably not as cuddly as Dick or as often

but when you’re needy, he’ll always be there to be your personal pillow

and when he’s needy, you’re more than happy to let him maul you 

he will NEVER admit to it or acknowledge it tho

Tim Drake:

this man is also incredibly touch starved 

he’s never been as close to Bruce as the other batboys/as close to his brothers 

and he doesn’t have tons and tons of friends either

so he doesn’t get much contact 

so if you just hug this man, it’s benefiting both of you

he’s probably a little awkward and stiff the first few times, but he really likes it

once he’s comfortable with you, expects lots of platonic cuddling

even sleepovers tbh 

you guys kinda connect over your loneliness and it makes you closer 

probably shows up at your door after patrol at least a few times a week just to hug you

also Tim can tell from just looking at you if you’re upset/lonely/touch starved

so sometimes he’ll just randomly pull you into him or lay his head on you

still gets a little flustered when you randomly hug him though

whenever you cry, he definitely holds you until you feel better too

[celestial-corner-of-desires]

Good day~ Reading that Dietfrid request of mine… I fell in love with your writing style. I appreciate it so much! You truy are a wonderful writer. May I request something else for him? More soft moments, maybe s/o hugging him from behind and burying the head against his back? Calm and soft moments, yes. I think, Dietfried is in dire need of something like that. Even though he is a difficult character with enough negative traits, I see them as a mask, I think he needs someone, with whom he can just drop that mask of an arrogant, cynical and cold person (after reading all VE novels, I think, he's actually not like that), and just accept some warmth, care and love into his life.

I'm happy to hear that you enjoyed it!

Sorry for taking long to write this, I wanted to add a little element of angst to spice things up. As always, I hope you will like this one as well.

"So, when I can expect you to be home?"

"I am not quite sure. Depending on the weather, I should return before the sun sets."

You watched as Dietfried dressed himself, buttoning up his shirt and straightening up his tie in the mirror. Deciding to admire your lover from behind, you lean yourself against the doorframe, mesmerized by his features. From his tall build, and broad shoulders that frame his body so perfectly, to his huggable waist that you like to hold tight when tackling him from behind for surprise cuddles. Until the memory from the previous night's activities flashes through your mind, remembering the intimacy and passion that Dietfried unleashed upon your body, imprinting himself all over you. As you got lost in his appealing appearance, Dietfried closed his eyes, before arrogantly smirking at how much your eyes were eating him up.

"Darling, I am trying to dress myself, no need to undress me. Unless…" You break out of your daydream as you hear his voice. Sighing, Dietfried turns around, slowly moving towards you. He wraps one of his arms around your waist, gently picking up your chin with his hand, to look at his crystalized emerald eyes, ignited by the light of his love for you. "You wish to repeat yesterday's events. I must say, I wouldn't have known that you enjoyed being pla-"

Flames cover your cheeks from his teasing, quickly moving your head out of his hand, only to bury your face in his neck. Your mind is melting from embarrassment. You suddenly hear Dietfried chuckling, before breaking down in laughter.

"You know how easy it is to play with your mind, don't you?"

"Keep this up, and not only are you going to be late for your meeting, but also sleep on the couch tonight, mister." You muffle into his neck, refusing to look at, him to avoid being more embarrassed.

"Haha, alright, alright, I will play nice." He places a soft kiss on your temple, before heading to put shoes on. By the time he tied his shoes, you took up his coat to put on him, before giving him his scarf and suitcase. It was getting chilly lately in Leidenschaftlich, and as much as you would like to take care of and nurse your sweet lover, you knew how much he hates to have extra work when he can avoid it.

"Please try to not overwork yourself today, ok dear? Dark bag eyes don't suit your handsome face."

"Heh, I will try my best, but can't promise too much. I will see you soon, my love."

Dietfied leans forward to give you a tender kiss on the lips, engraving the sweet feeling of your soft lips into his mind for an energy boost. He turns his heels towards the front door, opens the door, and walks out.

That was 9 hours ago.

Dietfried normally doesn't spend long hours at work unless he notifies you of his late arrival. However, no letter has come. It was already past 5:30 in the evening, as you started to pass around your home, wondering where your loved one could have been. You knew that there would be consequences when you started to date the naval captain of Leidenschaftlich. Even after the end of the war, there were still sections of enemy forces who wished to avenge their fallen nation. The assassination attempt wasn't out of the realm of possibilities. You recall the incident a few months ago when the group of enemy spies planted bombs on the bridge to cause catastrophe. Though they were stopped, that doesn't mean they couldn't try something more dangerous to cause even more casualties. The anxiety sank into your bones as if mercury had been injected into your body, turning your bones into icicles.

What happened? Why isn't he here? Why didn't he tell you if he was going to be late? What if something occurred during his work shift? Was he ambushed by the fallen enemy nation's rebellion spies? As you got lost in your thoughts of every worst-case scenario possible, you didn't hear the noise of the front door opening. A shadow walks through the door, placing the shoes on the shoe stand. Tears start to threaten to fall from your eyes, as the panic slowly kicks in. You shake your head, trying to calm yourself. Maybe some fresh air will cool you down, you thought. Yeah, don't panic. Just take a deep breath. You might be overreacting a bit.

Closing your eyes as you sighed, you turned towards the front door. As you opened your eyes, you saw something….

There stood Dietfried smiling, holding a bouquet of roses, decorated with bougainvilleas, bringing out devotion and admiration to your soul. Tears began to fall across your cheeks, feeling numb from the sight in front of you. Dietfried's bright eyes filled with concern, turning the beautiful bright green field into a sea of worry and anxiety. He walks up to you, wrapping both of his hands, while holding you with one arm and bouquet in the other, trying to ask what happened, only for you to wrap your arms around his neck, sinking into his warmth. The sudden sensation of relief washes over you. Your heart can't help but soar with bliss as it feels your loved one's heartbeat. The tranquility settles into your bones, finally feeling like the world's equilibrium has been restored.

Choosing to let you calm down before questioning you, Dietfried hugs you back. After working all day, Dietfried wanted to surprise you with some flowers and a nice walk out downtown. He would have gone home earlier, but the boutique of flowers that was carrying bougainvillea was on the other side of the city, forcing him to arrive a couple of hours late. As he walked back home, his heart was singing the melody, calling out for your heart so it could dance listening to songs of yours and his love. Each step he took was bringing him closer to your warm smile, your bubbly laughter, your gentle hold, and your sweet lips. There is not a day that goes by where Dietfried doesn't fall in love more than he did a day before. Heavens, even seconds ago. But as soon as he stepped into his house, and witnessed the tears streaming down your face, his instincts kicked in. Seeing the tears slowly dying out from your eyes, Dietfried picked up your chin, kissing both of your cheeks before planting a light kiss on your lips. He wanted to make sure that you were okay, as your sadness was his sadness as well. Taking a big sigh, you looked at Dietfried's eyes, as if you were trying to figure out if he was real or a ghost of your memory.

In a light tone, as if it was any higher the room would shatter like a glass, you whisper, "Where were you, my Dietfried?"

Shifting his hand from your chin to the top of your head, softly patting it, he whispered back, "I wanted to surprise you, but it seems to backfire a notch, wouldn't you agree?"

A faint giggle escapes your lips, "You had me worried sick, you big dummy! I thought you got in trouble or attacked by enemy spies. There wasn't any letter from you, so I assumed that something must have happened, and knowing how many people are willing to assassinate-"

"Hey, hey. Take a deep breath with me, wouldn't you dear?" Listening to his instructions, you simultaneously let out a fair sigh. Dietfried smiled at how relaxed your body became. "You know more than anyone, that nothing will prevent me from coming back home into your arms, right? It will take more than a hundred men to keep me away from your sweet love and kisses. I will always be yours, even if we are not physically together. Everything is perfect."

"Since when did you become a romantic poet, my love?"

"What do you mean? I am always lovely to you, my love."

Feeling a bit exhausted from all of the emotional rollercoaster, you almost forgot about the bouquet.

"So, what's the occasion? Are you taking me out for dinner tonight? Trying to bribe me to play around this evening? Remembered something you forgot to do, and now trying to apologize for it, hm?"

"Oh c'mon! Can't I bring my beloved one something without having any reason?" Smiling at him, you shake your head before burying your face in his neck. He smelled so angelic. Every moment you two shared the smallest intimate moment felt like the brightest colors of nature blossomed from your love for one another.

As the couple remained in each other’s embrace for some time, the time turned to late evening, leading to a couple preparing for the nighttime. Upon taking care of all of their night routines, you and Dietfried lay down in bed. As Dietfried turned off the light, and placed his head on the pillow, even before he got the chance to turn to you, you hugged him from behind, burying your face into his back.

"I love you."

He smiled, wrapping his hands around your smaller arms. "I love you you too." Feeling that you were fast asleep, Dietfried glanced at his jacket hanging on the dresser.

Next time, I will ask her.

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[pinklurkingcreature]

okay !!!!!! so with that in mind, for my request...

could i request kissing headcanons with callie, marina, and frye x a chubby reader? any pronouns is fine for 'em!!! i hope you have a good day/night!! :D

Okay! That'll be on the way once I stop doing anything but my asks T^T ouchie! But I'll work on it, promise promise! Innn fact it's right here! 0 < booyah!

Warnings: mentions of insecurity, slightly ed mention, fluff, slightly suggestive?, negative self talk

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𝐅𝗋𝗒𝖾𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ⋅ᡣ𐭩 ་༘࿐

- frye loves kisses, like loves them. Cod, she loves all affection and is bound to hug your randomly or kiss you even if your on the news with her or on stage (if your part of deep cut!)

- she doesn't really care about your size, the more to cuddle, the marrier! If you ever feel insecure about your size she'll say endless praises to why she loves you, small song or not! She can say a lot about why she loves you so much, don't get her started. If she knows your feeling upset or insecure she'll be trying to cheer you up every way she can! Hugs, kisses, petting her eels, songs, praises, your favorite things, anything.

- Now onto the main part this is about, kisses! Fry is usually one to iniate them, sometimes you know when she's about to kiss you sometimes you don't.

- Usually when you two kiss she tastes something like Mango, or some type of fruit. Most likely mango .. or the splatoon equivalent of mango! Definitely rubs your hips when you two kiss, or squeezes them. Lingers before she pulls away leaving the kiss feeling right.

- LOVES LOVES LOVES kissing your body all over, like smothering you in kisses, face neck, stomach, especially your stomach whilst complimenting and praising you after rough days and insecurities getting stronger.

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You'd sigh, staring yourself in the mirror with droopy eyes. A wave of insecurity had hit when you were feeling so confident in your new outfit. Cod.. why couldn't you look more like Shiver or any other inkling or squidling? As you sat in your shame on the bed, a heavy heart and mind spiraling you felt a hand on your shoulder. "I'm backk!" She'd pull you up with her strength and hug you. Blinking as she saw that look on your face. "Wait.. what's the matter?" She frowned. You couldn't keep things away from Frye, she'd pry it out of you..

You glance down. "Yknow just.. those days." Frye knew what you meant by that and gave you kisses all over your face. You tried to stop her, feeling your cheeks flush but you gave in. After each kiss she'd mutter a small praise, a compliment you've heard over and over but it never failed to make you smile anyways..

𝐌α𝗋𝗂𐓣α⋆⭒˚.⋆ ‧₊˚ ⋅

-Marina being on the more bashful side makes it that she's a bit more shy showing affection and kisses, but as she grows more confident she'll have a hand on your waist, holding your hand or give you small kisses in your face.

- she can sense when your feeling insecure and often spots your insecure actions if you haven't even noticed them yet. She loves your body, how huggable it is, loves squishing you in hugs in private.

- like Frye she kisses your stomach, but loves to lay her head on it like a pillow to, if it not on your chest it's on your stomach, both can be pillows! Her hands gently rubbing your body espically after shows is a thing that always happens.

-When you and Marina kiss she usually tastes like frosted cranberry or something along that. Maybe a wintery limited time flavor, she seems like that type of person!

𝐂αᥣᥣ𝗂𝖾 ♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊

- absolutely loves kisses! She loves them after tough days as an agent or when she's tired after a show! She loves to kiss you while hugging you tight, squeezing you! How else is she supposed to show her love?

- definitely tastes like cupcakes or something along those lines, maybe strawberry and cream if not that!

- always has a hand on your hip or around your waist, sometimes squeezing you lightly! Maybe a little bit too harshly if she gets happy about something.

- definitely can tell when your feeling insecure and always finds a way to make you smile, biggest ways being hugs, kisses, and singing your favorite squid sisters track to you!

- encourages you to eat healthy and not harm yourself always keeping an eye on your eating habits! She lives you too much too let you starve!

Booyah! Finally done, only took a few days! Sorry for the wait I was playing splatoon.. maybe I'm a little bit obsessed, also sorry to ditch the small stories I completely forgot about them💀

Anyways! Hope you enjoyed annni!

[ineffable-kelpie]

Robin Hood

Rating: G

Wordcount: 1,116

Prompt: A silent hug

Characters: Elspeth, Wee Morag

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Elspeth was in for it now. Two years she’d been on the streets, picking pockets, and she’d never had the coppers this close on her tail before. She had the advantage of being smaller than they were, so she could duck and weave and dash between obstacles to lose them. But she hadn’t lost them in the first few seconds, which meant that as they chased her they pointed and yelled, “Thief! Stop him!” and the crowds parted around the fleeing Elspeth. A man grabbed her collar as she passed, and she barely managed to tear herself free and keep running. This was no good. Elspeth was good for short sprints, but not long races like this. If she didn’t lose them fast, she was done for.

She swerved on her heel and ducked into an alley. Not quick enough. The coppers were right behind her. She turned into another narrow alley leading off of that one, but she knew they’d seen her come this way. If she could find someplace to hide—

A small hand waved at her from the shadows between one door and the next. Elspeth had enough sense to recognize help when it was being offered, so she ran for it and grabbed the hand. It pulled her into the shadows as another hand clapped over her mouth. Elspeth’s back was pressed flush against another body, one arm around her waist to hold her still, one hand still pressed over her mouth. “Shh,” said a voice barely above a whisper.

The coppers rounded the corner not a moment later. Elspeth held her breath, staying as still and silent as she knew how. Her rescuer did the same. They were hidden in a tiny gap between two houses, practically invisible unless you knew what to look for. Even Elspeth hadn’t known it was there.

The coppers passed their hiding place and reached the other end of the alley, where it emptied onto the street. “Where’d he go?” said one of them. “The little rat’s given us the slip.”

“Eh, we’ll get him sooner or later,” said the other. “These types don’t know how to quit. He’ll slip up eventually.”

The voices faded. Elspeth dared to breathe again. The arms around her loosened. The person they were attached to would probably be wanting a cut of the purse she’d just lifted. Elspeth knew better than to leave debts unsettled. She stepped away and turned to get a look at her rescuer.

And found herself looking into the face of an angel. Whatever she’d been about to say flew out of her head. Well, she hadn’t expected to go so soon, but if it was her time, so be it. Funny, she always thought they’d send someone from down below to bring her over.

“Are you really a thief?” the angel asked in a hushed voice.

This was a trap. Stealing was a sin, and lying was a sin, so there wasn’t any answer she could give that an angel would approve of. Elspeth kept her mouth shut.

The angel frowned. “Can you speak?”

“Course I can speak,” said Elspeth. “I’d just rather not answer ye.”

The angel let out a small laugh, which turned into a cough. Strange. Angels weren’t supposed to cough. Come to think of it, Elspeth didn’t think angels were normally as dirty and raggedly-dressed as this one, or as thin. Maybe she was just another urchin. An exceptionally pretty urchin. “What did they think you stole?” she asked.

Elspeth hesitated, then pulled out the purse she’d lifted earlier. It would be enough to split between the two of them, and still leave enough for Elspeth to buy dinner. “Nevermind whether I stole it or not.”

The other girl frowned in disapproval. “Stealing is a sin.”

Elspeth laughed. The other girl didn’t. “You’re serious?” said Elspeth. “If it’s such a sin, why’d you help me out, ‘stead of leaving me to the coppers?”

“To give you a chance to make it right.” The other girl reached out and folded Elspeth’s hand back over the purse. “Go find whoever you stole it from, and give it back. Otherwise, it’ll only catch up to you later.”

Elspeth’s face warmed, and she didn’t quite know why. She was much too hungry to worry about what was and wasn’t a sin. But this girl’s disapproval hit harder than she expected. She looked down at her hand, with the purse still in it. She’d be mad to go and give it back, though, after the trouble she’d been through to get it. The rich ponce she’d taken it from probably had ten times as much to draw from. He’d be fine whether she gave his money back or not. But for her and this girl, it could be the difference between life and death. “What about Robin Hood?” Elspeth asked, looking up.

The girl seemed surprised. “What?”

“Robin hood,” Elspeth repeated. “He was a thief. But also a hero. Stealing’s not a sin when he does it, is it?”

“Well…” the girl thought about it. “I suppose not. But he gave away what he stole to those who deserved it more.”

Elspeth nodded decisively and held out the wallet. “You take it, then.”

“What?” the girl tried to back away, but she was already against the wall.

“You’re surely more deserving than I am. I mean, you don’t even steal.” Though how she’d stayed alive on the streets with such a strict moral code was beyond Elspeth. “How long have you been out here?”

“Er…few months.”

“Then you haven’t seen a winter on the streets yet. Trust me, you’ll need this then.”

The girl reached for the wallet, but hesitated. “It’s stolen.”

“I never said whether it was stolen or not, did I?” Elspeth winked and pushed it towards her again. “Go on. Otherwise I’d just keep it for meself, which, as you’ve pointed out, would be a sin.”

Nervously, the girl took the wallet and opened it to see what was inside. Her eyes grew as round as coins. She snapped it shut and looked up at Elspeth. “I’m in your debt.”

Elspeth scoffed. “Hardly. You saved me from prison. I’m just making us even.”

The girl gave Elspeth a confused sort of smile. “What’s your name?”

“Elspeth McKinnon,” she said, with a silly little bow. For some reason, she couldn’t stop beaming. “And you are?”

“Folks call me Wee Morag.”

“Wee Morag,” Elspeth repeated, storing the name away in a way she usually didn’t bother doing. But she had a hope that that name would become important. Silently, she made a promise to Wee Morag: the next time I steal, it’ll be for you.

[the-brown-midnight]

Birthday wish

A swanfire drabble

When she turns 21, Neal kisses her for the first time. He's been shy when it came to physical intimacy. She doesn't know why she's surprised. He lives in the streets too. People like them aren't touchy. But, she guesses, he looks huggable. Looks like he was made for hugs and kisses and simply never really experienced that side of himself. Or, she thinks, maybe he was touchy, but didn't want to scare her. Maybe he wanted to take his time in order to keep her from running away, afraid by too much affection. Either way, he doesn't kiss her after their first date. Neither does he kiss her after their second date. He holds her hand during the third one. He pretends to lead her somewhere and keeps his hand in hers afterwards, acting like he didn't even notice. She finds it oddly endearing, and his hand is warm in the cold of November anyway, so she doesn't let go. She marvels at how red his ears turn but doesn't comment on it. He starts holding her hands all the time. He adds other things. Putting his arm around her shoulders. Brushing her hair away from her face. Wiping food off of the corner of her mouth. Holding her by the waist. Putting a reassuring hand on the small of her back. He even offers her a massage once. Every single time, she feels giddy. Like one of those little girls with a crush in TV shows. Everywhere he touches her tingles and warmth spreads through her. One time, she says something that makes him laugh and he lifts his hand, caresses her cheek softly and tells her "I'm glad I met you", but she knows that's not what he wanted to say, truly, and she. Feels. Like. Bursting. He doesn't kiss her. Three months passe, four, ans he still didn't kiss her. She never kissed anyone. She wonders. What his lips would feel like. How could it possibly feel better than when he touched her cheek, she doesn't know. But she wants to find out. She's also terrified of finding out. What if this time, he actually kills her ? What if her heart truly explodes in her chest ? What if she doesn't know how to kiss back and he leaves her ? She'd survive, she always does, but damn, it would hurt. But time passes and he doesn't kiss her and she becomes obsessed with it. She wants to kiss him so bad. She wants to get it over with. She wants him to throw cautions to the wind and kiss her senseless and touch her all over. But he doesn't. So she does a thing, she never did before, ever. She takes the reins in their relationship. For her birthday, he gets her cake and lets her make a wish. She feels great. She's wearing a nice dress that she found in a donation box and judging by the way he's looking at her, she looks good in it. She's going to do it. She's going to be bold and sexy.

Wanna know what my wish was ? She asks. Her heart is beating so fast in her chest she feels like throwing up.

If you tell me, it won't become true ! He tells her. She gets a little mad. Does he not want to kiss her ? It seems that he gets the fact that he upset her. He smiles and suddenly changes his opinion.

You can take that risk if you want, though. So. That's the moment. She can tell him. "I wished my boyfriend would finally grow some balls and kiss me." But the words are stuck inside her throat. She can't say anything. What if he laughs? What if he tells her he's not her boyfriend? What if he does kiss her and regrets it? She feels a warm pressure on her chin, lifting her head up, and all she can see is him. His kind eyes and his smile.

What do you want, Emma? He asks. She answers without thinking. She feels safe with him. She can say things she holds secrets and share them with him without fear. She's almost scared of the trust she put in him. She should be wary. But she can't help it.

I want you to kiss me, she whispers. He doesn't even look surprised.

I thought you'd never ask, he says. He puts an arm around her waist, presses her close and kisses her. All her worries disappear. Her birthday wish came true for the first time in 21 years.

[soul-of-the-sanada]

Memories of Christmas - Clavis LeLouch - Chapter 1

Clavis’s Christmas event story, in his POV

Chapter 1 Part 1

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It was the time of year where the scenery of Rhodolite was dusted a beautiful, pure white.

It was Christmas Day—the day everyone had been waiting for with high spirits and cheerful faces.

The same festive spirit was in the air in the palace. In a well decorated room, a certain, rather handsome, prince was giving a Christmas present to his beloved, equally pretty, lady.

MC: This box is HUGE. What on earth did you get me?

Clavis: That’s for you to find out! You’re going to love it.

MC pulled on the ribbon wrapped around the box and cautiously removed the lid.

MC: Oh wow!

Clavis: It’s a life-size body pillow, designed to match my proportions perfectly!

Clavis: Now you’ll have something to keep the loneliness at bay while I’m away on official duties.

MC: Thank you, Clavis. I’m going to take really good care of it.

MC wrapped her arms around the pillow and hugged it tight. Her lips stretched in a broad grin.

MC: Hehe. It’s so huggable.

Clavis: That’s what I hoped you’d say. But right now, I’m still here. If you want to hug me, how about you try it out on the real thing?

I threw my arms wide open and she leapt into them with flushed cheeks.

MC: This is the best Christmas ever!

MC: I love you so much, Clavis!

Chapter 1 Part 2

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Clavis: So… How does that sound?

MC cocked an eyebrow and gave me an exhausted look of disbelief.

Clavis: Haha! Are you so touched that you can barely find the words? Don’t worry—that’s understandable.

MC: Oh, sure, I can barely find the words… but not because I’m touched. Do you really think I want a body pillow of you?

Clavis: Hmm, alright… Then what about some bedsheets with my face painted on them?

MC: How is that any better?!

The settled snow in the garden seemed to glitter like a treasure trove of jewels, each snowflake reflecting the sunlight.

MC and I were eating breakfast together as usual, and that beautiful landscape was what greeted us that morning.

We were alone together under the wintry sky, surrounded by snow.

My mind wandered and I found myself imagining what face Yves would make once he saw the change in the landscape. He was extremely weak to the cold.

Clavis: Aren’t you cold? We could huddle a little closer together.

I leaned over towards her, close enough that we could share our body heat.

She gave me a small smile and patted my arms as they wrapped around her waist.

MC: I’m okay, actually. The soup you made warmed me right up.

Clavis: Ooh, well, if you’re so warm… I can leech some of it off you.

Clavis: Ahh… You always feel so cozy and nice.

(It may have just been a spu-of-the-moment decision, but it’s actually rather nice to have breakfast outside in winter.)

Feeling the way MC relaxed in my arms, my smile widened without me realizing.

MC: Just so we’re clear, I really don’t need a body pillow shaped like you.

Clavis: Why not? You could even sleep with me on either side of you. Doesn’t that sound thrilling?

MC: I’ve already got my arms full with just one of you! And, besides…

MC: Nothing could ever come close to being a substitute for you. I miss YOU, not just the feeling of you in my arms.

I went silent for a moment, taken aback.

MC: So could you please think up some better ideas for a present?

MC: The weird face bedsheets are also a big ‘no,’ by the way.

Clavis: Ah–I get it now. The thing you want most in the world… is me in the flesh.

Chapter 1 Part 3

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Clavis: Ah–I get it now. The thing you want most in the world… is me in the flesh.

Clavis: How daring of you to ask for something so scandalous for Christmas!

MC: That’s not what I meant and you know it.

Clavis: But isn’t it what you meant?

In a lot of cases, MC didn’t have to say what she meant aloud. I was getting good at reading her.

That was why I decided to say outright what I thought she truly felt.

(I’ll be done for if she keeps piling on those sweet declarations of love for me, though. It’s still only the morning!)

I cleared my throat, trying to make myself seem more composed than I really was.

Clavis: In that case, maybe I should just ask exactly what you want.

MC: For Christmas, you mean?

I nodded, and she pursed her lips in deep thought.

Clavis: Any books you want to read? Something like that?

MC: I mean… Dure, there’s got to be some books I want. But since it’s Christmas, I feel like I should ask for something more special.

She stirred her soup around and around absentmindedly, thinking hard. Eventually, she gave an awkward laugh.

MC: Sorry. I rejected your body pillow and bedsheets idea so hard, but I can’t actually think of anything better.

Clavis: I’m a prince, remember? Even if it’s impossible, I might be able to make it happen.

MC: Haha. I guess I never really think of you as royalty, so I haven’t thought about asking for anything over-the-top before.

MC: Honestly, there’s nothing I want. Well—apart from…

Clavis: Apart from what?

Our gaze met as the air between us turned tense. She leaned forward and lowered her voice slightly.

MC: I want to spend Christmas with you—just like this. Nothing to do, nowhere to go… Just me and you.

(My heart is definitely going to give out before the day’s over.)

That was the second heartfelt declaration of love I’d received in the space of only a few minutes.

I began to sense that she was really looking forward to Christmas, which only magnified my enthusiasm.

Clavis: You’d better look forward to CHristmas Day. I’ll whisper all sorts of sweet nothings in your ear all day long…

MC: That’s a step too far! My heart wouldn’t be able to take it.

She chuckled and looked away for a second only to look right back at me, her eyes widening as if she’d just remembered something.

MC: Wait, I thought I heard that you’ll be out on official duty on Christmas Day.

MC: Are you sure you can be making plans with me?

Clavis: Ah. Didn’t I tell you?

Clavis: Don’t fret a thing. This year will be far less busy than last, so I’ll be able to spend every waking second with you. Isn’t that wonderful?

I was currently in the process of adjusting my schedule and completing my work ahead of time so that we would be able to spend time together.

MC, however, said nothing.

Clavis: Hm? Why are you staring at me like that?

She gazed into my eyes, searching for something within them before eventually parting her lips.

Chapter 1 Part 4

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Clavis: Don’t fret a thing. This year will be far less busy than last, so I’ll be able to spend every waking second with you. Isn’t that wonderful?

I was currently in the process of adjusting my schedule and completing my work ahead of time so that we would be able to spend time together.

MC, however, said nothing.

Clavis: Hm? Why are you staring at me like that?

She gazed into my eyes, searching for something within them before eventually parting her lips.

MC: …You’re not working yourself too hard, are you?

Clavis: Is that what it seems like?

MC: No, but I know you. You push yourself a lot.

Indeed—she had seen me do it plenty of times before.

Part of me felt guilty that I’d caused her to worry, but in truth, I was happy that she cared about me.

Clavis: Are you truly worried? Aww. You must really love me. Feel free to get even more worried!

MC: Clavis, c’mon… I’m not kidding.

Clavis: Unfortunately, there’s no need for you to be concerned. I’m easily getting everything done without pushing myself.

Clavis: What about you?

MC: Me?

She blinked, confused. I referred back to what she’d told me a few days prior.

Clavis: Didn't the owner of the bookstore ask you to read to the children every day leading up to Christmas?

At this time of year, most shops trialed out all sorts of different activities in an effort to boost sales.

MC’s bookstore seemed to be aiming for parents—the logic being that if they took their children along to the story time session, they might also buy a book.

MC: Thanks for the concern, but I’m totally fine!

MC: In fact, I’m loving it. It’s been ages since I got to work at the store.

A soft smile graced her lips, perhaps thinking about the children she’d met.

Clavis: Sure, it’s always good to have a change of pace. But if it gets too stressful, don’t keep it to yourself. Okay?

Clavis: Making sure you relax is my job as your lover.

To prove my point, I hooked a finger under her chin…

Chapter 1 Part 5

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MC: Mm…

…and planted a chaste kiss on her lips.

Her eyes widened, taken off guard. But when I drew back to gaze at her face, they shone with adoration.

(And how lovely she is. What she doesn’t say with her voice, I can clearly see in her expression.)

My desire to give her the Christmas she wanted was intensifying by the second.

(I’ll most definitely spend the day with her. Now, I just need to think of a present…)

First times were always the most memorable.

And this Christmas was the first time we’d be spending it together.

As I strolled down the corridor drafting up ways to make my beloved MC smile…

Yves: Oh, Clavis. It’s you.

My eyes widened.

Having bumped into Yves just as I rounded the corner, an ingenious idea came to me.

(Ah-ha. Spending Christmas with your lover is important, but there’s one thing that’s even more crucial.)

(Besides… This seems like the perfect opportunity to do it.)

Yves narrowed his eyes at me and shuffled his way past, suspicious that I might play a trick on him somehow.

I suddenly turned on my heel and walked the same direction with purpose.

Yves: Wh-Why’re you following me?!

Clavis: Haha! Well, you see, I’d appreciate some advice…

Clavis: Would you mind joining me for a spot of tea? It’ll be absolutely hilarious.

ˋ°•*⁀➷Masterlist

[fourseasonsfigs]

Fig Fashion Week: Fendi Wolf Tail Zhe

This blog's Fig Fashion Week is all about the figs that celebrate our two favorites in their designer best. And who better to round out this week's series of posts than one of my favorites in this style!

This fig was part of the original 6-set Junzhe Fashion Show fig series I posted about back in October/ November of last year (wow, that seems like forever ago), but I didn't post about it then because I didn't have it. Like all of those figs, I missed this the first time it was on sale. Unlike those figs, this one was not easily available for a decent price by resellers on Xianyu, which was a huge bummer because it was my favorite one of the series! I finally found him for a slightly less unreasonable price bundled with some other items, so I snapped him up. Totally worth it! No surprise he was hard / expensive to find - I think a lot of people love this fig too.

And no wonder, when the inspiration for this fig is so fantastic.

(ooh these shoes!)

Do I love everything about this outfit on him? Yes. Did I save up every single picture of this outfit I could find? Yes! Can I stop posting pics? No!!

Well actually I am forced to stop now since I'm out of pics, which just means I need to switch over to video...

He looks fantastic. I'm not even sure I'd like this outfit on anyone else (well, aside from Gong Jun), but wow does he pull it off. It's just something with the very fitted pants through the hips that emphasizes his trim waist, while the softness of the sweater offsets the structured lines of the cropped jacket. This is my favorite type of look on Zhehan, where he looks out-of-this-world incredible and also very huggable. Strong yet soft!

The fig is so cute! No wonder he was so popular.All the little details plus the sweetest little smile!

Cats in the eyes are always a fan favorite in the Figthusiast household! I like having little pictures in the eyes. I have a whole series of dolls with intricate scenes in the eyes, which sounds a bit odd (and probably is!) but I think it is clever and adds so much interest. This particular look here is super cute.

He's holding the Fendi bag here that you can barely see in one of the pictures, of course upgraded with his own initials!

I'm going to have to find a better shot of the bag he's modeling. For the blog!

The fig maker did a great job with this entire fig, but I really like how they rendered his hair all the way around. The front is so cute with the silver-wrapped pieces, and same in the back.

He does stand up ok, enough to take pictures without a standee, anyway. He's another one of those figs that can stand but is not super stable, and if you accidentally bonked the end of a table he was on, he would definitely fall over.

He stands tall and handsome though, even with the big ol' cap, so this is some quality fig engineering for sure.

Fantastic job on the face and the soft little rose in the cheeks. I like the shininess of his shoes too, and the little shoe lace details.

The fig maker rendered the whole soft-yet-structured nature of this look beautifully. Fig Zhehan also pulls off this very elegant, soft slouchy style very well! And of course, his hair looks fantastic!

I'd love to have fig makers make more figs of this outfit! I'm really, really happy with this one.

This is a good shot to see how the hair comes off the neck and back in back.

And of course, his fancy ballcap, rocking his very own initials!

You might recognize the other 5 of the Junzhe Fashion Show in the series there! The box card didn't make it to me in my Xianyu purchase, which is a bit of a bummer but what can you do. It's not easy to buy from overseas, so I've learned to let many things go! Having the fig is what is most important.

Material: PVC

Fig Count: 335

Scene Count: 24

Rating: No big bad wolf here!

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

[kiankiwi]

(baby steps) when e is little and we notice that he finally looks like 70s e we always like to tickles the rolls that form in his waist or belly and when we hug e we're like "you're so soft baby" and e is a SUCKER for belly rubs and he's always like " 'ummy ubs" so we rub his belly and e is having a bottle. we always love it when his belly pokes out of his shirts or diaper bc he looks so soft

And eventually the press notices and is like "E let himself go" and it makes us so angry that we hold a press conference to just to yell at whoever made these comments because we're kinda in momma bear mode and we're like "don't you dare talk about my husband like that" and no one wants to see you mad because you're kinda scary when you're mad lol.

We constantly tell him he's soft and cuddly and huggable and such a teddy lol

He loves belly rubs, it becomes apart of your nightly routine and if you're not doing it, he'll grab your hand and put it on his stomach for you to get the hint. We love when he's wearing comfy clothes and you can see his belly popping out a little bit and we find ourselves just watching him because he looks so good