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helping toji work out always gets a little distracting. . .
“c’mon, you gotta count, doll.”
toji’s lying flat on the floor, hands behind his head as he starts another set of crunches. you’re sitting comfortably on his hips to keep him in place, but you’re clearly not taking your job very seriously.
every time he sits up, instead of calling out the next number, you lean in and give him a quick kiss.
“that was… um…” you mumble, tapping your chin like you’re actually thinking. “three? no… wait— four?”
he comes up again— another kiss.
“you forgot already?” he says, clicking his tongue after.
“…maybe.”
another crunch. another kiss.
he smirks, finally catching on.
“you’re not even trying to help me work out here.”
“i am!”
“nice try.” he raises a brow. “you’ve had me on the same rep for two minutes.”
you try your hardest to look innocent, but the smile on your face gives you away.
“i just keep losing count..”
“mhm.”
he comes up again, stopping just inches from your face before you can steal another kiss.
“if you want a kiss,” he says, that smug grin spreading further across his face, “you just ask, hm?”
“but this is more fun..” you pout.
he sighs, but one hand settles on your waist.
“fine.”
this time, he leans in first, stealing a kiss before dropping back down.
“…now count for real.”
“one..” you start counting again.
he sits up again— you kiss him.
“…one,” you repeat.
toji just looks at you for a second before letting out a laugh.
helping toji work out always gets a little distracting. . .
“c’mon, you gotta count, doll.”
toji’s lying flat on the floor, hands behind his head as he starts another set of crunches. you’re sitting comfortably on his hips to keep him in place, but you’re clearly not taking your job very seriously.
every time he sits up, instead of calling out the next number, you lean in and give him a quick kiss.
“that was… um…” you mumble, tapping your chin like you’re actually thinking. “three? no… wait— four?”
he comes up again— another kiss.
“you forgot already?” he says, clicking his tongue after.
“…maybe.”
another crunch. another kiss.
he smirks, finally catching on.
“you’re not even trying to help me work out here.”
“i am!”
“nice try.” he raises a brow. “you’ve had me on the same rep for two minutes.”
you try your hardest to look innocent, but the smile on your face gives you away.
“i just keep losing count..”
“mhm.”
he comes up again, stopping just inches from your face before you can steal another kiss.
“if you want a kiss,” he says, that smug grin spreading further across his face, “you just ask, hm?”
“but this is more fun..” you pout.
he sighs, but one hand settles on your waist.
“fine.”
this time, he leans in first, stealing a kiss before dropping back down.
“…now count for real.”
“one..” you start counting again.
he sits up again— you kiss him.
“…one,” you repeat.
toji just looks at you for a second before letting out a laugh.
helping toji work out always gets a little distracting. . .
“c’mon, you gotta count, doll.”
toji’s lying flat on the floor, hands behind his head as he starts another set of crunches. you’re sitting comfortably on his hips to keep him in place, but you’re clearly not taking your job very seriously.
every time he sits up, instead of calling out the next number, you lean in and give him a quick kiss.
“that was… um…” you mumble, tapping your chin like you’re actually thinking. “three? no… wait— four?”
he comes up again— another kiss.
“you forgot already?” he says, clicking his tongue after.
“…maybe.”
another crunch. another kiss.
he smirks, finally catching on.
“you’re not even trying to help me work out here.”
“i am!”
“nice try.” he raises a brow. “you’ve had me on the same rep for two minutes.”
you try your hardest to look innocent, but the smile on your face gives you away.
“i just keep losing count..”
“mhm.”
he comes up again, stopping just inches from your face before you can steal another kiss.
“if you want a kiss,” he says, that smug grin spreading further across his face, “you just ask, hm?”
“but this is more fun..” you pout.
he sighs, but one hand settles on your waist.
“fine.”
this time, he leans in first, stealing a kiss before dropping back down.
“…now count for real.”
“one..” you start counting again.
he sits up again— you kiss him.
“…one,” you repeat.
toji just looks at you for a second before letting out a laugh.
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valko has a habit of nuzzling you whenever he can ♡
he just cannot help himself, the moment you’re within reach, he’s leaning in.
he’ll rest his forehead on your shoulder for a second before rubbing his nose against you with the tiniest sigh, like he’s exactly where he wants to be.
“valko..?”
he only hums in response, nose now buried against the side of your neck, taking a deep breath in.
“…are you listening?” you try again.
he nuzzles you again, with a little more energy, smiling when you laugh and try to push his face away.
“ughh.. stop it!” you playfully whine.
but you lying in bed is always his favorite.
he’ll curl his arms around you, hiding his face against your hair or the crook of your neck, breathing you in like it’s the most comforting thing in the world.
his wolf ears relax the instant he settles against you, giving a content flick as you absentmindedly scratch behind one.
“…mm.” it’s barely a sound— more of a pleased rumble from him.
you smile, continuing to rub slow circles behind his ear.
behind him, his tail gives a slow, lazy swish across the bed.
“aww! your tail is wagging, you’re like a real puppy!” you say in complete awe.
the fluffy thing gives another thump against the mattress.
“…traitor,” he almost growls, but he isn’t talking to you— he’s talking to his tail.
his ears pin back with embarrassment while the traitorous thing keeps swaying behind him anyway, picking up speed the more you laugh.
“i can’t control it..” he huffs. “stop looking at it.”
he lets out the smallest groan before hiding his face even deeper against your neck.
a little silence passes, and after a bit he mumbles something into your skin.
“what was that?” you ask.
“…makes me feel better.” his ears lower slightly with embarrassment once again. “when you smell like me.”
you reach up to smooth a hand over one fluffy ear, smiling when it flicks happily beneath your fingers.
“then i guess i don’t mind.”
his tail, which had finally calmed down, immediately starts wagging again— faster this time, sweeping happily back and forth against the blankets.
husband!satoru gets a little too possessive of you on your beach vacation. . .
the beach had been your idea.
you wanted a relaxing day together— sunshine, fresh air, finally swimming in the cold ocean water. somehow, though, the moment you’d stepped out of the changing room wearing your bikini, the entire plan had fallen apart.
or rather, satoru had.
you barely make it to your spot on the sand you’ve been eyeing before he plants himself directly in front of your beach chair.
at first, you think nothing of it. he’s always clingy, always finding excuses to stay close. but after several minutes pass and he still hasn’t moved, you start narrowing your eyes.
“what are you doing?” you ask.
“hm?”
“why are you standing there?”
he shrugs, taking another sip of his drink. “just hanging out.”
“well, hang out without blocking my view!”
“don’t wanna.”
you look at him expectantly, thinking he’ll finally move, but he just smiles innocently behind his sunglasses.
seems that he knows exactly what he’s doing.
every time you try adjusting your chair, he somehow adjusts his positioning too. every time you glance toward the water, his massive frame ends up between you and the rest of the beach.
it turns ridiculous enough that you finally sit up and cross your arms.
“okay. what’s wrong with you?”
“nothing’s wrong.”
“satoru.”
he lets out a dramatic sigh before lowering himself onto the edge of your beach chair. his arm immediately wraps around your waist, pulling you closer against his side.
“you look too good.”
you raise an eyebrow. “what..?”
“you heard me.”
his jaw tightens slightly as his gaze drifts away, and toward the crowded shoreline. there are people everywhere, couples, groups of friends. just doing completely normal beach activity.
satoru, however, looks threatened by all of it.
“i was excited to bring you here,” he admits. “thought it’d be nice.”
“and?”
“and then you walked out wearing that.”
you let out a laugh. “it’s just a bikini..?
“i know.”
“that’s what most women wear at beach, no?”
“mhm,” he pouts, and his expression remains the same.
normally, satoru loves showing you off. he’ll throw an arm around your shoulder in public, kiss your cheek randomly, introduce you as his wife every chance he gets. he’s never been subtle about how proud he is to have you.
apparently, though, this situation has created some kind of internal conflict.
because on one hand, he clearly wants everyone to know just how pretty his wife is. on the other hand, he seems seconds away from carrying you back inside the hotel and locking every door.
“you’re jealous of.. strangers?”
“’m not jealous.”
his arm tightens around your waist as another group of people walks by. none of them are paying attention to either of you, but satoru tracks them anyway before immediately shifting closer.
you can practically feel the possessiveness radiating off him.
“you know,” you say, smiling, “if you’re that bothered, maybe you stop staring.”
he looks at you like you’ve said something absurd.
“how am i supposed to stop staring?”
he reaches up, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
“seriously…” his voice softens. “i can’t.”
the warmth of the sun, the sound of the waves, the distant chatter around you— it all fades into the background beneath the way he’s looking at you.
like you’re still the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
then his gaze flickers past you again, and his eyes narrow. “that guy looked over here.”
“toru!” you groan immediately. “you don’t even know if he was looking at me.”
before you can argue further, he stands up, grabs the beach umbrella beside your chair, and drags it several feet across the sand.
directly in front of you, and blocking your view of half the beach.
your mouth falls open. “okay. enough!”
“what?” he says innocently.
“move it.”
“nuh-uh.”
he squeezes back onto your chair, completely satisfied with himself as he throws an arm around your shoulders.
“now nobody can look.”
“seriously..?”
“as serious as can be,” he says, pulling you closer, then moving you onto his lap, “i feel way better.”
you bury your face in his shoulder to hide your giggles, and he takes the opportunity to press his lips against the top of your head.
after all, he still got exactly what he wants.
a beautiful beach, a sunny day..
and his wife all to himself.
wrote this after getting home from my beach trip >:) ugh i miss it already what is this unbearable heat rn..
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valko has a habit of nuzzling you whenever he can ♡
he just cannot help himself, the moment you’re within reach, he’s leaning in.
he’ll rest his forehead on your shoulder for a second before rubbing his nose against you with the tiniest sigh, like he’s exactly where he wants to be.
“valko..?”
he only hums in response, nose now buried against the side of your neck, taking a deep breath in.
“…are you listening?” you try again.
he nuzzles you again, with a little more energy, smiling when you laugh and try to push his face away.
“ughh.. stop it!” you playfully whine.
but you lying in bed is always his favorite.
he’ll curl his arms around you, hiding his face against your hair or the crook of your neck, breathing you in like it’s the most comforting thing in the world.
his wolf ears relax the instant he settles against you, giving a content flick as you absentmindedly scratch behind one.
“…mm.” it’s barely a sound— more of a pleased rumble from him.
you smile, continuing to rub slow circles behind his ear.
behind him, his tail gives a slow, lazy swish across the bed.
“aww! your tail is wagging, you’re like a real puppy!” you say in complete awe.
the fluffy thing gives another thump against the mattress.
“…traitor,” he almost growls, but he isn’t talking to you— he’s talking to his tail.
his ears pin back with embarrassment while the traitorous thing keeps swaying behind him anyway, picking up speed the more you laugh.
“i can’t control it..” he huffs. “stop looking at it.”
he lets out the smallest groan before hiding his face even deeper against your neck.
a little silence passes, and after a bit he mumbles something into your skin.
“what was that?” you ask.
“…makes me feel better.” his ears lower slightly with embarrassment once again. “when you smell like me.”
you reach up to smooth a hand over one fluffy ear, smiling when it flicks happily beneath your fingers.
“then i guess i don’t mind.”
his tail, which had finally calmed down, immediately starts wagging again— faster this time, sweeping happily back and forth against the blankets.
husband!satoru gets a little too possessive of you on your beach vacation. . .
the beach had been your idea.
you wanted a relaxing day together— sunshine, fresh air, finally swimming in the cold ocean water. somehow, though, the moment you’d stepped out of the changing room wearing your bikini, the entire plan had fallen apart.
or rather, satoru had.
you barely make it to your spot on the sand you’ve been eyeing before he plants himself directly in front of your beach chair.
at first, you think nothing of it. he’s always clingy, always finding excuses to stay close. but after several minutes pass and he still hasn’t moved, you start narrowing your eyes.
“what are you doing?” you ask.
“hm?”
“why are you standing there?”
he shrugs, taking another sip of his drink. “just hanging out.”
“well, hang out without blocking my view!”
“don’t wanna.”
you look at him expectantly, thinking he’ll finally move, but he just smiles innocently behind his sunglasses.
seems that he knows exactly what he’s doing.
every time you try adjusting your chair, he somehow adjusts his positioning too. every time you glance toward the water, his massive frame ends up between you and the rest of the beach.
it turns ridiculous enough that you finally sit up and cross your arms.
“okay. what’s wrong with you?”
“nothing’s wrong.”
“satoru.”
he lets out a dramatic sigh before lowering himself onto the edge of your beach chair. his arm immediately wraps around your waist, pulling you closer against his side.
“you look too good.”
you raise an eyebrow. “what..?”
“you heard me.”
his jaw tightens slightly as his gaze drifts away, and toward the crowded shoreline. there are people everywhere, couples, groups of friends. just doing completely normal beach activity.
satoru, however, looks threatened by all of it.
“i was excited to bring you here,” he admits. “thought it’d be nice.”
“and?”
“and then you walked out wearing that.”
you let out a laugh. “it’s just a bikini..?
“i know.”
“that’s what most women wear at beach, no?”
“mhm,” he pouts, and his expression remains the same.
normally, satoru loves showing you off. he’ll throw an arm around your shoulder in public, kiss your cheek randomly, introduce you as his wife every chance he gets. he’s never been subtle about how proud he is to have you.
apparently, though, this situation has created some kind of internal conflict.
because on one hand, he clearly wants everyone to know just how pretty his wife is. on the other hand, he seems seconds away from carrying you back inside the hotel and locking every door.
“you’re jealous of.. strangers?”
“’m not jealous.”
his arm tightens around your waist as another group of people walks by. none of them are paying attention to either of you, but satoru tracks them anyway before immediately shifting closer.
you can practically feel the possessiveness radiating off him.
“you know,” you say, smiling, “if you’re that bothered, maybe you stop staring.”
he looks at you like you’ve said something absurd.
“how am i supposed to stop staring?”
he reaches up, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
“seriously…” his voice softens. “i can’t.”
the warmth of the sun, the sound of the waves, the distant chatter around you— it all fades into the background beneath the way he’s looking at you.
like you’re still the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
then his gaze flickers past you again, and his eyes narrow. “that guy looked over here.”
“toru!” you groan immediately. “you don’t even know if he was looking at me.”
before you can argue further, he stands up, grabs the beach umbrella beside your chair, and drags it several feet across the sand.
directly in front of you, and blocking your view of half the beach.
your mouth falls open. “okay. enough!”
“what?” he says innocently.
“move it.”
“nuh-uh.”
he squeezes back onto your chair, completely satisfied with himself as he throws an arm around your shoulders.
“now nobody can look.”
“seriously..?”
“as serious as can be,” he says, pulling you closer, then moving you onto his lap, “i feel way better.”
you bury your face in his shoulder to hide your giggles, and he takes the opportunity to press his lips against the top of your head.
after all, he still got exactly what he wants.
a beautiful beach, a sunny day..
and his wife all to himself.
wrote this after getting home from my beach trip >:) ugh i miss it already what is this unbearable heat rn..
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i just want to say as an ace transmasc guy, i really appreciate that most of your fics don’t have gendered language (and if they do, very little) and that it’s all mostly fluff from what i can tell. Just wanna say thanks for inadvertently making your blog a safe space for me :3
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