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⤿ DICK GRAYSON has been your husband for years, and yet he still finds ways to make you fall more and more in love with him every day.
!! no warnings. fluff. fem!reader. established marriage. mom!reader. pregnant reader. DILF GRAYSON HUBBA HUBBA. dick being 10/10 husband and dad. domestic fluff. ENJOY. COMMENTS ENCOURAGED.
The morning sun filtered through the kitchen curtains, casting golden stripes across the countertop where you were attempting to make pancakes. Attempting being the key word, because your daughter had very specific opinions about the shape they should be.
"Mama, that one looks like a blob," your daughter, Lily, announced from her perch on the kitchen stool, her dark hair (which she got from her father) still mussed from sleep.
"A blob can be a shape," you defended, flipping the admittedly misshapen pancake.
"Not a good one."
You were about to respond when a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind, and lips pressed against your neck. "I think your blobs are perfect," Dick murmured against your skin, his voice still rough with sleep.
"You're biased," you teased, but you were already melting back against his chest, the familiar warmth of him seeping through your thin sleep shirt.
"Oh definitely," he agreed, spinning you around with the easy grace that never quite left him, even in domestic moments like these. Even after seven years of marriage, three years of parenthood, and countless mornings exactly like this one, your breath still caught when those blue eyes focused on you like you were the only person in the world. "Biased toward my beautiful wife who's making breakfast for our family. Sue me."
"Daddy, you're being gross," Lily groaned at him, though she was grinning.
"Gross?" Dick gasped in mock offense, releasing you to scoop Lily up in one fluid motion, flipping her upside down as she shrieked with laughter. "I'll show you gross, little miss."
You watched them with a smile, turning back to rescue the pancakes before they burned. This was your favorite version of Dick Grayson â not Nightwing, not even the charming socialite he could be when the situation called for it, but this one. The one barefoot in pajama pants and an old Gotham Knights t-shirt, hair sticking up in every direction, making your daughter giggle so hard she could barely breathe.
"Dick, the baby," you warned, and he immediately righted Lily, settling her back on her stool with an apologetic kiss to her forehead.
"Sorry, Mama's right. Gotta be careful with the little guy." His hand found your hip, thumb stroking absently over the small bump barely visible beneath your shirt. Four months along, and he still looked at you like you'd hung the moon.
"Or girl," you reminded him, plating the pancakes.
"Or girl," he agreed, stealing a piece of bacon from the plate. You swatted his hand, but he caught your wrist, bringing it to his lips. "Have I mentioned you're gorgeous this morning?"
"You mentioned I make good blobs."
"The best blobs." He grinned, that devastating smile that had made you fall in love with him in the first place. "But seriously, you're glowing."
"That's sweat from standing over a hot stove, babe."
"Nope, definitely glowing." He released your wrist to cup your face, thumb brushing your cheek. "Most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
"You said that last night." You shook your head a bit sheepishly and nudged his arm
"I'll say it tonight too." He leaned in, and you met him halfway, the kiss soft and sweet and tasting like stolen bacon.
"Still gross!" Lily announced, but she was smiling around a mouthful of pancake.
The morning continued in comfortable chaos. Dick helping Lily get dressed while you cleaned up breakfast, the three of you negotiating what constituted appropriate clothing for a trip to the park. (Lily wanted to wear her tutu. Dick supported this decision. You were outnumbered, and you didn't mind because she looked so damn cute.)
By the time you made it to the park, the sun was high and warm, and Lily was racing toward the playground with the boundless energy of childhood. Dick's hand found yours automatically, fingers lacing together as you walked.
"Think we'll be able to keep up with two of them?" you asked, watching Lily scale the climbing structure with an ease that spoke to her genetics.
"Are you kidding? We're going to be outnumbered and exhausted." Dick brought your joined hands to his lips, the biggest grin on those lips of his. "I can't wait."
You laughed, leaning into his side. "You're insane."
"About you? Absolutely." He tugged you closer, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Have been since the day we met."
"That's not what you said when we met. I believe your exact words were 'nice to meet you' and then you spilled coffee on my shoes."
"I was distracted by your smile," he defended. "And I bought you new shoes."
"You bought me very expensive new shoes and then asked me to dinner."
"Best investment I ever made." His arm slipped around your waist, hand splaying possessively over your hip. "Look at me now. Beautiful wife, amazing daughter, another baby on the way, and I still get to come home to you every night."
You tilted your head up to look at him, finding his expression soft and open in the way it only was with you and Lily. "You're really happy?"
"Happy?" He stopped walking, turning to face you fully. Both hands came up to frame your face, and the intensity in his eyes made your heart skip. "I'm so far beyond happy I don't think there's a word for it. You're everything, you know that? You and Lily are my whole world."
"Dick," you breathed, and he kissed you again, deeper this time, pouring years and years of love and devotion into it until you were dizzy.
"Mama! Daddy! Watch me!" Lily's voice broke through, and you pulled apart, both turning to watch her hang upside down from the monkey bars.
"Very impressive, baby!" you called, and Dick whistled his approval.
"She gets that from me," he said proudly.
"The showing off or the acrobatics?" Your eyebrows raised, accompanied by a wink and a smile.
"Both." He grinned proudly at that. "Come on, I'll push her on the swings. You can sit and look beautiful."
"I can push my own daughter on the swings."
"I know you can. You can do anything." His hand squeezed yours. "But you're growing a whole human, so let me take care of you both. Please?"
The please got you, the way it always did. You let him lead you to the bench near the swings, settling down with a sigh you hadn't realized you'd been holding. Pregnancy was easier the second time in some ways, harder in others, but having Dick by your side made everything better.
You watched him push Lily, his laughter mixing with hers as she demanded "higher, Daddy, higher!" He obliged, of course, because Dick Grayson had never been able to deny his girls anything. The sun caught in his dark hair that was greying at the roots, and his smile was bright and unguarded, and your chest ached with how much you loved him.
Later, after the park, after lunch, after Lily had been coaxed into a nap with promises of ice cream later, you found yourself in Dick's arms on the couch. His hand was tracing lazy patterns on your stomach, and you were playing with his hair, and everything was perfect and quiet and right.
"Thank you," he said suddenly, voice soft.
"For what?"
"This. All of this." He shifted to look at you, and there was something vulnerable in his expression. "I know I'm not always here," he continued. "I know some nights I come home late, or bruised, or..."
You pressed your fingers to his lips, stopping him. "You're here now. You're here every morning and every moment you can be. You're an amazing husband and an incredible father. I knew who I was marrying, and I love every part of you." You smiled at him, your head tilted to rest on your arm. You meant every word, truly, and you knew he did too.
"Plus, it's not like you're out late doing bullshit, you're out late being a literal superhero, vigilantes.. whatever you wanna call it." You couldn't help the teasing smile that came to your lips with that.
His eyes shimmered, and he caught your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm. "How did I get so lucky?"
"I ask myself the same thing." You smiled, cupping his cheek. "Though I think it might have something to do with you being charming and handsome and making me laugh even when I want to strangle you."
"I am pretty charming," he agreed, and you laughed, the sound making him grin. "And handsome. Don't forget handsome."
"Impossible to forget." You kissed him, slow and sweet. "You're also so humble."
"My best quality." He pulled you closer, until you were practically in his lap, his arms wrapped securely around you. "I love you. So much it scares me sometimes."
feat. jason todd x gn!reader â fluff, comfort (1.5k)
summary: in which jason todd learns that with you, itâs irrevocably love.
â nana's note: jason todd, you beautiful man who deserves only beautiful love. i can't guys, i love him so much. i thank him for getting me to pump out a piece i'm genuinely proud of. hope my love for him is palpable in it.
â cw: very brief mentions of wounds, stitching.
jason todd was scared. he could admit that to himself. he knew this feeling, at least at its surface. it was weird, he thought. the shift in his brain, like he could feel the chemicals swimming in his body to alert him that something, whatever it may be, is off. or maybe nothing was peculiar, just at the very least different. but jason couldn't quite name this odd fear that coursed through his veins. so naturally, he was scared of succumbing to a feeling thatâdespite its palpablenessâhe couldn't explain. a feeling that encompassed his entire body, mind, and soul. how could something heâd never felt before be so⌠real?
jason remembers the first time he felt it. it was around you, as was with every other time. you patched him up after a particularly grueling patrol. the kind that made his limbs sluggish and rendered him mute. he was entirely worn, boots treading quietly into the familiar comfort of your apartment without so much as a knock. but you welcomed him with open arms and an already-opened first aid kit. he remember the sight made him smile, the first small quirk of his lips in hours. somehow you always managed to do that to him.
your careful hands guided him to the dining table, the furniture abnormally small next to his stature and immediately got to work. you stayed silent as well, only speaking up to make sure you weren't hurting him. he always shook his head with a small frown, humming a low denial at your quiet concern. when you got particularly worried, pulling away from his bodyâjason found himself reaching for you, a small touch of reassurance to your forearm, shoulder, head, anywhere he could touch to ground himself in you. and to make you believe.
itâs okay, you canât hurt me.Â
jason watched you. he loved the way your features slowly lost their tension. how they leaned into the truth that you were not hurting him.Â
you could never hurt me.
more often, he started to think about you in this light. he noticed his internal dialogue sounded like it was pulled straight out of those novels heâd read, the kind where characters slowly fall to their paradisiacal demise. the kind where devotion is absolute, bubbling between two souls. he could be doing anything: lying in bed at night, jumping over rooftop obstacles, simply stirring his morning coffee, his mind would still drift to you. and of course, these thoughts were strongest hereâwith you. despite his consistent self-protests and that persistent part of him that urged to keep you at a safe distance, jason thought of you almost poetically. you had infiltrated him mentally, what could he do? if his thoughts were spread across a page for people to read, itâd be easy to find its thoughtful rhythm and sincere connotation. without much effort needed to interpret his thoughts, anyone would undoubtedly label it asâ
he looked away. anywhere, just not at you. his distraction ended up being your window which was propped open by a few old trinkets. he forgot you had asked him to fix it for you. his frown etched deeper, fist slightly clenched in his lap where you were sat on a stool, making it easier to reach his wound. he made a note to get that done for you sooner rather than later. the crack allowed gotham's unmistakable night breeze to sneak in and jason wondered if the air was to blame for the bumps rising along his sweat-sheened skin. you had just finished suturing the skin beneath his ribs.
âhow does it feel?â you questioned, breaking the silence that was otherwise filled with his quiet, steady breaths.
jason stands up, twisting his torso for measure.
âwoahâwoah!â you stood up abruptly, hands now free of any supplies. âdid no one tell you to not move so much after a wound like that?â your brows were furrowed so tightly, eyes widened with a panic jason recognized all too well. with a soft shake of your head, your palms reached out for him and pressed against his abdomen lightly. your touch could mirror that of a feather, coaxing him back down onto the chair.Â
âsit, jason,â you said.
âmy bad,â he said.
if you didnât know him any better, his indifferent tone wouldâve made you roll your eyes. but tonight he was quiet, and that snarky lilt to his usual comments wasnât there. you didnât push for a reason. part of you could feel it, too: the shift in the room. like a slow realization you couldnât name.
the wood creaked under his weight and naturally, you followed him until you were standing between his spread thighs. like this, you were the one looking down at him. his eyes, full of something that made your heart lurched, peered up at you. another gust of wind flew in, causing the loose strands of your hair to brush against your cheek. in that moment, he felt his breath hitch and his throat close up. the two of you simply watched one another, an unnamable tension thick between your locked gazes. like your eyesâ were magnetic, stuck together and unable to look away.
âyou never answered me.â you broke the silence again, albeit barely with the softness of your syllables.
your eyes flickered down to his cut lip, back to his eyes, then back down. it was a split second, but with how close and attentively jason was watching you, heâd be an idiot to miss it. slowly, with a tentativeness that held jasonâs breath, your hand grazed the fresh stitches beneath his pectoral. his body tensedâyou almost moved away, to distance yourself as quickly as you had gotten in this position in the first placeâbut unlike the hesitancy it took you to touch him just now, jason felt your shift quick. he grabbed your hand before your body could catch up to your mind. before you could even decide. then, with a hesitancy that mirrored yours, he flattened your palm against his skin. you felt him; warm, damp, alive.Â
âsâgood,â he said, breathe barely enough to disrupt the air between your bodies. âyou did good. like always.â
your face burned, cheeks abnormally hot against the cool atmosphere in your kitchen. there was nothing cool about this, you were positively heating up and you knew your palm was undoubtedly adding to the sheen of his skin.Â
âyeah?â you whispered shakily, as your other hand reached up to cup his jaw. jason let you. he didnât freeze this time, his body welcomed thisâall of this with honesty. its then he realized that heâd let you do anything.
you swallowed dryly, moving to trace your fingers across his battle-worn face. over the shadowed lines and creases of a man whose faced it all. he leaned into your touch the slightest bit, exhaling through his nose with a sound full of comfort. and those goosebumps again, they danced along his arms thatâhe hadnât even noticed whenâwere holding you close, keeping you from moving, from pulling away from him.Â
he wanted to submerge in this, in you and never come up for air.
now, jason lets himself. itâs another night where he finds himself on the couch, freshly patched by the hands belonging to none other than you. one of his arms slings over your lap as you sit on the edge, carding a hand through his charcoal locks. he squeezes the flesh of your hip, humming a soft appreciative sound.
eyes closed, heâs completely at peace.
the wound doesnât hurt as much. they never did when youâre around because you had that special ability to take it all away, to share his pain with him as if it was your own. jason didnât know what he did in his past life to deserve someone who could shoulder him.Â
because with you, jason learned itâs okay to feel these emotions and bask in these reactions. that adrenaline that coursed through his veins whenever you stepped into the room? or when your eyes find his in the crowd? when you smile at him like no one else is around? it wasnât the same type he felt while chasing down criminals or reloading his firearmâleading a life that he tried so hard to keep you out of, no matter how far. but you did anyways, insisting to seep into his life and paint his life brighter than he ever saw. with you, the blues and blacks of gotham were a touch more bearable while the pinks and yellows of your love compared to nothing else. now he knew that his body and mind were experiencing a nurture it never had before.
he blinks open, meeting your gentle gaze. jason smiles, you were always watching him. the lines around his eyes soften, the creases around his ears soft under your touch.
âyou look comfy,â you purr, bending down to peck his lips.Â
âthat obvious?â he chuckles into the kiss, slipping a hand around your nape to keep you close. he never wanted you far.
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nana's note: please excuse any mischaracterizations haha i donât know most of them too well! iâm in the midst of watching the anime and reading the manga so hopefully i can improve whatever sucks xoxo i say slur btw because i literally do not know what uzuki is like but i can assume he is different from âslur." please enjoy! drabbles are inspired by prompts from this post.
content warnings: reader is shorter than gaku, uhh that's it i believe!
sakamoto is all about that domestic life, far far away from his past worldâheâd drop everything if it meant that your happiness was guaranteed, no doubt about it. but living with you, heâs grown to realize that not everything needs to be some grand gesture. simply being with you is perfect as well. either consciously or not, heâs adopted a meaningful habit of pressing a soft kiss against your shoulder, nape, or temple at each passing. be it in the kitchen, when heâs squeezing past to the other side, youâll feel his warm lips against your skin for a fleeting moment. or perhaps in the bathroom when youâve just woken upâsakamoto canât help but find your sleepy eyes adorable, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek in greeting. he wonât say much, or anything at all. but his face will soften into a kind smile when you kiss him right back.
nagumo is a well-put together man; clothes ironed, shoes polished, and hair tidy. that was most days, this morning he was in a bit of a rush and was hastily throwing on his clothes while the alarm insistently beeped on your bed side table. that, paired with how much he hated being up so early, he groaned loudly. to be honest, nagumo could care less at this hour what he looked like. but despite the ungodly hours he woke up for work, you were always right behind him with a prepared bento from the night before and a fresh cup of coffee in hand, still steaming. âdonât forget these,â you murmur softly, voice low like the sun that was slowly rising behind the apartment landscape. nagumo stops, a small grin growing on his face before placing a soft kiss on the crown of your head with a quiet thanks. and before he can step out the door, you call for him. his head tilts in questioning, eyes peering down at you as you move to adjust the collar of his button down. finally, with soft peck to your lips, he leaves with a soft squeeze to your waist. âcanât have your man looking messy, hm?â
shin knew you loved stealing his hoodies. something about how they fit better on you but really, your mind said it was because they smelled like him. so, itâs not unusual for him to find the odd one missing. his first thought was that itâs either on your body or in your closet. so when he seesâon your guysâ way out to sakamotoâsâthat youâre wearing his sky blue hoodie that was missing the past few days, he smiles with a ruffle to your head. âyouâre gonna mess up my hair,â you pout, laughing as you make your way out his apartment first. shin catches up quickly, arguably messing up your hair even more when he suddenly tugs the hood over your head. then, he rubs your shoulders up and down roughly, âheyâitâs cold! i donât care if itâs a short walk.â and with your hand in his coarse, but oh-so-warm one, the two of you head out.Â
heisuke is an energetic boy whoâll find himself doing almost anything with anyone. but when it comes to downtime, he wouldnât want to spend that time with anyone but you. lying face-to-face, heisuke smiles at you under the warmth of your blanket, hand in yours as piisuke sleeps soundly in his cage. âthis is the best, yo.â youâre not sure what exactly heâs implying to, and youâre too tired to really ask. just as sleep is about to take you, light fingers begin to trace soft pathways along the slope of your face; your forehead, temples, cheeks, nose, and lips. itâs relaxing, and when you mutter under your breath in a sound that suggests encouragement, heisuke suddenly uses his thumbs to brush your eyebrows back into place. almost roughly, pulling you away from sleepâs soothing grasp. âbeautiful,â he grins, laughing when you narrowly glare up at him with tired eyes. he bumps your nose with his in apology, forehead against his.
seba was working on another invention, something a little more mundane but he claimed was still necessary. he said it was gonna make life easier, though youâre watching him from the counter with a confused look as he fumbles around with the tools. his hoodie sleeves keep falling over his hands, slipping down past his knuckles and even covering his fingers at times. but instead of doing the obvious, seba only kept workingâtoo absorbed in his work to care about the obstruction. you sigh with a soft shake of your head, so much for making your life easier, natsuki. he hears your footsteps, acknowledging you with a hum but stopping altogether when your hands tug at his left sleeve, folding and rolling the fabric up a few times to keep it in place. âheyââ but heâs quickly interrupted when you move to repeat the same to his right sleeve. âdonât hey me, itâs torture watching you work like this.â heâs stunned for just a second, before smirking and pressing a soft kiss to your temple while youâre still bent down. âthanks.â
shishiba got you anything you craved. something sweet? sure, or maybe you wanted something savoury with a little tang. name a spot or ask him for one, heâs got that for you too. the two of you decided on dango, shishiba watching patiently as you chew the last bit of your dessert. you hum in delight, nibbling with your mouth strictly shut. a smile emerges on his face, noting how long its taking you to swallow the tender dessert. âhey, youâve got a little..â he starts, voice softer than it was with anyone else. his eyes crinkle as his smile grows, a hand coming up to wipe a bit of sweetened soy sauce from the corner of your mouth. â...sauce,â he finishes, moving to pinch your cheek gently. you grumble lightheartedly, but the action only makes him do it again.Â
slur had an air to him. cold, calculated, and careful. his skin and hair were nothing short of winter. before, it was enough to send a wake of goosebumps across your arms or at times, even send a shiver down your spine. now, youâve gotten use to such a man. still, it was a surprise to see how cold his hands were all the time. uzukiâs also grown use to you, the way youâd suddenly sandwich his hands between yours, calling them ice blocks with a nudge to his shoulder. most of the time, you didnât say a word thoughâonly applying pressure between your two palms before doing it with his other hand. uzuki was stuck, like your hold had him trapped. but he didnât mind, always letting you do it without a mind and with a little smile. âthank you,â heâd say. âall warm now, hm?â
gaku noticed your struggle immediately. you were reaching for some can of sauce in the storage, only problem was that kashima mustâve put it all the way in the back of the highest cabinet. you grumbled, fingers wiggling fruitlessly as you stretched to your bodyâs limit. âhold on,â your boyfriendâs voice called out, and you nearly jumped out of your skin. why was it like he could conceal his presence? âgaku, could you get theââ âalready on it,â he hums, caging you between the counter and his body with one hand holding your waist steady, the other reaching up and up and up. âannnndâgot it.â he smirks softly, putting the can in your grasp for you. you exhale softly, âthanks.â he grumbles, gives you a soft pinch of your cheek, before shoving his hands into his pockets and leaving you be.
nana's note: please excuse any mischaracterizations haha i donât know most of them too well! iâm in the midst of watching the anime and reading the manga so hopefully i can improve whatever sucks xoxo i say slur btw because i literally do not know what uzuki is like but i can assume he is different from âslur." please enjoy! drabbles are inspired by prompts from this post.
content warnings: reader is shorter than gaku, uhh that's it i believe!
sakamoto is all about that domestic life, far far away from his past worldâheâd drop everything if it meant that your happiness was guaranteed, no doubt about it. but living with you, heâs grown to realize that not everything needs to be some grand gesture. simply being with you is perfect as well. either consciously or not, heâs adopted a meaningful habit of pressing a soft kiss against your shoulder, nape, or temple at each passing. be it in the kitchen, when heâs squeezing past to the other side, youâll feel his warm lips against your skin for a fleeting moment. or perhaps in the bathroom when youâve just woken upâsakamoto canât help but find your sleepy eyes adorable, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek in greeting. he wonât say much, or anything at all. but his face will soften into a kind smile when you kiss him right back.
nagumo is a well-put together man; clothes ironed, shoes polished, and hair tidy. that was most days, this morning he was in a bit of a rush and was hastily throwing on his clothes while the alarm insistently beeped on your bed side table. that, paired with how much he hated being up so early, he groaned loudly. to be honest, nagumo could care less at this hour what he looked like. but despite the ungodly hours he woke up for work, you were always right behind him with a prepared bento from the night before and a fresh cup of coffee in hand, still steaming. âdonât forget these,â you murmur softly, voice low like the sun that was slowly rising behind the apartment landscape. nagumo stops, a small grin growing on his face before placing a soft kiss on the crown of your head with a quiet thanks. and before he can step out the door, you call for him. his head tilts in questioning, eyes peering down at you as you move to adjust the collar of his button down. finally, with soft peck to your lips, he leaves with a soft squeeze to your waist. âcanât have your man looking messy, hm?â
shin knew you loved stealing his hoodies. something about how they fit better on you but really, your mind said it was because they smelled like him. so, itâs not unusual for him to find the odd one missing. his first thought was that itâs either on your body or in your closet. so when he seesâon your guysâ way out to sakamotoâsâthat youâre wearing his sky blue hoodie that was missing the past few days, he smiles with a ruffle to your head. âyouâre gonna mess up my hair,â you pout, laughing as you make your way out his apartment first. shin catches up quickly, arguably messing up your hair even more when he suddenly tugs the hood over your head. then, he rubs your shoulders up and down roughly, âheyâitâs cold! i donât care if itâs a short walk.â and with your hand in his coarse, but oh-so-warm one, the two of you head out.Â
heisuke is an energetic boy whoâll find himself doing almost anything with anyone. but when it comes to downtime, he wouldnât want to spend that time with anyone but you. lying face-to-face, heisuke smiles at you under the warmth of your blanket, hand in yours as piisuke sleeps soundly in his cage. âthis is the best, yo.â youâre not sure what exactly heâs implying to, and youâre too tired to really ask. just as sleep is about to take you, light fingers begin to trace soft pathways along the slope of your face; your forehead, temples, cheeks, nose, and lips. itâs relaxing, and when you mutter under your breath in a sound that suggests encouragement, heisuke suddenly uses his thumbs to brush your eyebrows back into place. almost roughly, pulling you away from sleepâs soothing grasp. âbeautiful,â he grins, laughing when you narrowly glare up at him with tired eyes. he bumps your nose with his in apology, forehead against his.
seba was working on another invention, something a little more mundane but he claimed was still necessary. he said it was gonna make life easier, though youâre watching him from the counter with a confused look as he fumbles around with the tools. his hoodie sleeves keep falling over his hands, slipping down past his knuckles and even covering his fingers at times. but instead of doing the obvious, seba only kept workingâtoo absorbed in his work to care about the obstruction. you sigh with a soft shake of your head, so much for making your life easier, natsuki. he hears your footsteps, acknowledging you with a hum but stopping altogether when your hands tug at his left sleeve, folding and rolling the fabric up a few times to keep it in place. âheyââ but heâs quickly interrupted when you move to repeat the same to his right sleeve. âdonât hey me, itâs torture watching you work like this.â heâs stunned for just a second, before smirking and pressing a soft kiss to your temple while youâre still bent down. âthanks.â
shishiba got you anything you craved. something sweet? sure, or maybe you wanted something savoury with a little tang. name a spot or ask him for one, heâs got that for you too. the two of you decided on dango, shishiba watching patiently as you chew the last bit of your dessert. you hum in delight, nibbling with your mouth strictly shut. a smile emerges on his face, noting how long its taking you to swallow the tender dessert. âhey, youâve got a little..â he starts, voice softer than it was with anyone else. his eyes crinkle as his smile grows, a hand coming up to wipe a bit of sweetened soy sauce from the corner of your mouth. â...sauce,â he finishes, moving to pinch your cheek gently. you grumble lightheartedly, but the action only makes him do it again.Â
slur had an air to him. cold, calculated, and careful. his skin and hair were nothing short of winter. before, it was enough to send a wake of goosebumps across your arms or at times, even send a shiver down your spine. now, youâve gotten use to such a man. still, it was a surprise to see how cold his hands were all the time. uzukiâs also grown use to you, the way youâd suddenly sandwich his hands between yours, calling them ice blocks with a nudge to his shoulder. most of the time, you didnât say a word thoughâonly applying pressure between your two palms before doing it with his other hand. uzuki was stuck, like your hold had him trapped. but he didnât mind, always letting you do it without a mind and with a little smile. âthank you,â heâd say. âall warm now, hm?â
gaku noticed your struggle immediately. you were reaching for some can of sauce in the storage, only problem was that kashima mustâve put it all the way in the back of the highest cabinet. you grumbled, fingers wiggling fruitlessly as you stretched to your bodyâs limit. âhold on,â your boyfriendâs voice called out, and you nearly jumped out of your skin. why was it like he could conceal his presence? âgaku, could you get theââ âalready on it,â he hums, caging you between the counter and his body with one hand holding your waist steady, the other reaching up and up and up. âannnndâgot it.â he smirks softly, putting the can in your grasp for you. you exhale softly, âthanks.â he grumbles, gives you a soft pinch of your cheek, before shoving his hands into his pockets and leaving you be.
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