Hello! I’ve recently found ur blog and I love it. It’s very nice:D. Anyway, I was wondering if you could do a Moreau x clingy/cuddly reader, were they’re both cuddling and watching movies(most likely romantic ones lol ) But Moreau gets kinda shy that he’s getting so much affection from his s/o cuz he has never gotten all this attention/love? This fishy mans needs love-
(This made me soft, so I wrote something short. Somehow, Moreau came out as a little more insecure than shy, but I hope you Enjoy!)
Salvatore Moreau x Cuddly! Reader
Salvatore should probably be paying more attention to the movie.
It was one of your favorites, after all, and that mattered to him. All your favorite things mattered to him. He wanted to memorize every little facet of it, every facet of you, and carve the information into his soul just so he would never, could never forget it.
This wasn't unusual for you either. You were always close to him, always touching him, but movie nights were special. By the end of the night you always wound up in his lap, cuddled as close as him as you could possibly be.
It was still early, though. Now your touch, warm and electric, was pressed into his side, and he couldn't focus on the movie at all.
Your head rested snugly on his shoulder as the opening soundtrack's sweeping instrumentals started to play. Your arm was wrapped around his, while your free hand used your thumb and rubbed gentle circles into his forearm. The light from the television was just bright enough to highlight your features in the dark room, and as much as he tried to keep his attention on the plot, the gentle, relaxed joy on your face made his stomach flip.
You were so open with your affection towards him. Moreau didn't know it was possible to be so lucky. Sometimes, late at night, he wondered what you saw in him that made you want to be so close to him. He wondered if he would be able to return even a tenth of the affection you deserved.
Someone else would be able to do this better. A normal man could hold you right, kiss you softer, give you more. But you chose him. You loved him, despite his looks, and his memory, and his stupidity, and the other endless flaws he had. You loved him.
And he adored you. The Lord of The Reservoir was smitten. Overcome with emotion, he reached for the hand on his arm.
He wondered if it showed on his face--on his besotted, grotesque expression...
Salvatore pulled his hand away immediately, blustering out an apology that he knew didn't make any sense, but you just gave him a sweet smile and scooted impossibly closer. You reached out and grabbed it back, weaving your fingers together with his. Then you pressed you lips to the back of his hand and he--
(There had to be a limit on how many times he could fall in love with you, right?)
Finally finally finally, you swung your legs over his lap.
"This is my favorite part," You whispered, and Salvatore couldn't even bring himself to pretend he was looking at the screen when he responded.
