#physical affection

[love-romance-relationships]

[wynnd-citrus]

Italian dad forehead kisses hehehehehe I love them

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[incognitopolls]

Would you cuddle platonically with someone?

Yes

Yes, but only with VERY specific friends/people

Only in some very specific circumstance

No– I'm touch averse/don't like cuddling

No– I would cuddle with a partner but not a platonic friend/I'd find it weird

No– other reason

I'm not sure

Voting ended onDec 21, 2025

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[valentinesxoxo]

hiii! can you do how the gachiakuta boys/men would cuddle/lay with you? pretty pretty pleaseeee!🥹

── ❨ ⸝⸝ 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑. ❩ how the gachiakuta men love to cuddle with you!

ೀ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 - nothing, just pure fluff, physical touch/affection, & pet names.

⊹ ⸝⸝ .ᐟ - rudo┆ enjin ┆tamsy┆zanka┆corvus ┆august┆ gris┆ follo┆fu ┆zodyl┆jabber

𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐂 -

rudo barely said anything when he climbed into bed beside you, exhausted from another long day, but the moment you opened your arms for him, he immediately folded himself against you like he’d been holding himself together for too long.

he pulled you close — so close it almost felt desperate.

one arm wrapped tightly around your waist while the other stayed pressed against your back, keeping you against his chest like he was afraid you’d disappear if he loosened his grip for even a second. his face buried itself into the crook of your neck, messy hair tickling your skin while his breathing slowly started calming down.

rudo wasn’t usually the type to admit when he was scared. he hated feeling weak. hated remembering the people he couldn’t protect. but with you, it slipped out in small ways instead.

the tighter he held you after nightmares. (CHE reference.. ifykyk)

the way his fingers would twitch if you moved too far away, how he’d quietly pull you back against him even in his sleep.

“stay,” he muttered softly, voice rough with exhaustion. not demanding, almost pleading.

his grip tightened again when you gently rubbed his back, and for a moment he just stayed there, silent, listening to your heartbeat like it was proof you were still here. still alive. still his.

because losing someone once had already carved something painful into rudo’s chest. the thought of going through it again terrified him more than he’d ever admit out loud.

𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 -

the second you sat down on the couch or laid in bed, he was already pulling you into his lap with a lazy grin on his face, wrapping himself around you like he had no intention of letting go for the rest of the night.

“where d’you think you’re goin’, sweetheart?” he’d tease the second you even tried shifting away.

he loved touching you constantly during cuddles. his hands never stayed still for long — rubbing slow circles into your waist, tracing your arms, playing with your fingers, anything just to feel connected to you. sometimes he’d nuzzle his face into your neck dramatically just to hear you laugh before kissing your jaw over and over.

and enjin absolutely adored hearing your reactions.

little giggles, sleepy complaints, quiet sighs when he squeezed you tighter.

he lived for it.

if you were laying on his chest, he’d happily keep you there for hours, one arm around your waist while the other played with your hair. but half the time he preferred being the one clinging onto you instead, practically glued to your side with his head resting against your chest while he lazily talked about random things that happened during the day.

“you’re comfy,” he’d mumble.

then five minutes later: “don’t move.”

even when he fell asleep, he stayed attached somehow. one leg thrown over yours, arms locked around your middle, face buried into your shoulder. if you tried getting up too early in the morning, he’d groan tiredly and drag you right back down against him without even opening his eyes.

“too early,” he’d mutter. “c’mere, baby.”

𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 -

the second your fingers slipped into his hair while it was down, he completely melted.

his entire body would relax against you almost instantly, shoulders losing their tension while his eyes slowly shut from how comforting it felt. he loved when you played with his hair — loved it more than he could properly explain.

especially after long days, especially when it was quiet.

he’d rest his head on your lap or against your chest while you gently combed your fingers through the soft strands, sometimes twisting little pieces around your fingers absentmindedly. and every single time, tamsy would let out the softest sigh without meaning to.

“keep doing that…” he’d mumble quietly.

his voice always sounded lower when he was sleepy.

more vulnerable.

he wasn’t overly clingy, but he became surprisingly affectionate during moments like this. one hand would stay wrapped around your waist while the other lazily held onto your wrist anytime you tried pulling away too soon.

“why’d you stop?” he’d ask with half-lidded eyes.

if you scratched lightly against his scalp or played near the back of his neck, it got even worse. he’d practically sink into you, looking so peaceful compared to how he usually carried himself. sometimes he’d even press little kisses against your stomach or wrist while you continued playing with his hair, too comfortable to move anywhere else.

and if he ended up falling asleep, yeah it’s completely done for.

his face buried against you, hair messy between your fingers while he held onto you in his sleep like you were the only thing grounding him after a long day.

𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐀 𝐍𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐔 -

if you asked him to lay down with you, he’d sigh dramatically and mutter things like, “you’re too needy,” while still walking over anyway. he always tried acting unaffected, like having you curled against him wasn’t secretly becoming his favorite part of the day.

but the truth was painfully obvious.

because every single time you tried getting up, his arm tightened around your waist immediately.

every. single. time.

he’d lay there with one arm behind his head while the other stayed wrapped around you, pretending to pay attention to something else even though his thumb kept rubbing against your side absentmindedly. and whenever you rested your head against his chest, he’d go strangely quiet for a while.

comfortable quiet. the kind he only had around you.

“you done?” he’d grumble after a long silence, yet he still wouldn’t let go.

sometimes you’d catch him pulling you closer in his sleep too, face buried into your hair while his body naturally sought out your warmth without him realizing it. then the next morning he’d wake up practically wrapped around you and immediately act annoyed about it.

“move,” he’d mumble tiredly.

but instead of pushing you away, he’d just pull the blanket higher over both of you and keep holding you there.

zanka especially loved when you touched him first during cuddles, though he’d never admit that either. your fingers tracing slow patterns against his chest, rubbing his back, or resting in his hair always made him noticeably softer without realizing it. his usual sharp attitude dulled down until he was just… warm.

and on the rare nights he came home exhausted or overwhelmed, he became even clingier without meaning to. he’d silently lay beside you before pulling you against him, arms tight around your body while he rested his face against your shoulder.

no teasing, no sarcastic comments.

𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐕𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐇𝐀 -

he never rushed into your space. but he’d quietly open his arms for you first, letting you decide how close you wanted to be before wrapping you up against him with the softest smile.

and once you were there, you weren’t moving for a while.

he’d make sure you were comfortable before anything else, adjusting blankets around you, fixing your pillow, brushing your hair away from your face with slow fingers while asking things like, “is this alright, darling?” in that calm voice of his.

he loved holding you against his chest while he rested his chin gently on top of your head, one hand rubbing your back in slow soothing motions that could put you to sleep embarrassingly fast.

sometimes he’d quietly talk to you about his day while listening to yours in return, completely content just hearing your voice while you relaxed together.

and corvus was very affectionate in subtle ways.

soft kisses against your forehead, your knuckles, the top of your head.

he’d do it absentmindedly while holding you close like it was the most natural thing in the world.

if you ever fell asleep on him, he’d absolutely refuse to wake you up too. even if his arm went numb, even if he needed something across the room, he’d just stay there quietly because he couldn’t bear disturbing you.

“rest, sweetheart,” he’d whisper softly if you stirred awake. “i’ve got you.”

he also had this habit of holding your hand during cuddles no matter what position you were in. fingers intertwined beneath blankets, thumb brushing across your skin every few seconds without thought. it made you feel cherished in the smallest ways possible.

and honestly.. corvus looked at you during cuddles like you were something beautiful.

just soft admiration in his eyes whenever you smiled sleepily at him or tucked yourself closer into his chest. like he still couldn’t fully believe he was lucky enough to have you here with him.

𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐙𝐀 -

the moment he decided he wanted your attention, there was no warning—just a sudden weight dropping onto you as he flopped dramatically across your lap or wrapped himself around your waist like he had no concept of personal space.

“there you are!” he’d announce way too loudly, even if you were sitting right next to him the whole time.

and once he was attached? good luck escaping.

he’d cling to you like a giant, overly affectionate problem, arms locked around your middle while he talked nonstop about anything and everything. his voice was always energetic, bouncing between topics like he couldn’t sit still even while cuddling.

“okay, listen, today was insane—wait, don’t move, i’m not done talking—also you’re comfy, stay right there.”

if you tried adjusting even slightly, he’d tighten his grip immediately like it was a personal offense.

“hey! where are you going?? i didn’t say you could leave my cuddle zone!”

he treated cuddling like a shared event you had no choice but to participate in, except he was genuinely delighted about it. he’d laugh loudly if you complained, bury his face against your shoulder for a second just to get closer, then pop back up again like nothing happened.

and august was hands-on about affection.

he’d ruffle your hair constantly, poke your cheek just to get your attention, or pull you back down if you tried sitting up too early. sometimes he’d even dramatically declare things like, “you are now legally required to stay here with me forever,” like it was completely normal.

if you got quiet, though, he’d notice instantly. his tone would soften just a little.

“hey,” he’d say, still holding you tight, but less chaotic now. “you okay? you can stay right here. i’ve got you.”

but the softness never lasted long.

because five seconds later he’d be back to clinging, laughing, and squeezing you again like he couldn’t help how much he liked having you close.

“okay BUT you’re not allowed to leave yet,” he’d insist, like it was the most important rule in the world.

and somehow… you usually didn’t.

𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐔𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐍 -

he’d slowly ease into your space like he was making sure you were okay with it every step of the way.

“is this alright?” he’d always ask first, voice soft, eyes searching yours for permission.

and only when you nodded would he finally relax.

gris loved cuddling in the quietest, most gentle way possible.

he’d sit beside you first, then gradually lean closer until your shoulders touched, like he was testing the distance between you. once you didn’t move away, he’d carefully wrap an arm around you and pull you in just enough so you were resting against him.

never tight, never overwhelming, just close.

comfortable.

he liked having you tucked against his side while his fingers absentmindedly traced slow patterns on your arm or held your hand in his lap. sometimes he’d rest his head lightly against yours, breathing steady and calm like being near you helped him unwind from everything else.

and gris smiled a lot during moments like this.

small, soft smiles.

the kind he didn’t even realize he was doing when you leaned into him or let your head rest on his shoulder.

“you’re warm,” he’d murmur quietly, like it was a simple observation that meant more than he said out loud.

if you got sleepy, he’d immediately become more careful with you. pulling the blanket over both of you, adjusting your position so you were comfortable, making sure you didn’t strain anything while you rested against him. he’d stay completely still if he had to, just so you could keep sleeping peacefully.

and if you shifted closer on your own? his whole expression would soften even more.

he’d gently press a kiss to your forehead without saying anything, then quietly tighten his hold just a little—still gentle, still careful, but a bit more secure this time.

like he was quietly admitting he didn’t want you going anywhere either.

𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎 𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐎 -

follo was the type to treat cuddling like something he had to do right. not rushed. not careless. and definitely not without making sure you were completely okay first.

he’d stand there for a moment before sitting down, almost like he was mentally preparing himself, then glance at you with that quiet, slightly awkward expression of his.

“…can i sit with you?”

and only after you said yes would he actually relax enough to come closer.

once he was beside you, follo was extremely attentive. he’d adjust the blanket before you even asked, shift the pillow behind your back, and carefully guide you into a position that looked comfortable before he ever settled in himself.

“tell me if anything feels off,” he’d say quietly, like it mattered more than anything else.

and when you finally leaned against him, he went still for a second—like he was processing the fact that you actually chose to be there with him.

then, slowly, he’d wrap an arm around you. like he didn’t want to disturb the moment.

follo wasn’t overly touchy, but he was consistent. his hand would rest on your shoulder or waist, grounding you without ever gripping too tightly. sometimes he’d lightly check in without words—just a small glance at your face, making sure you were still comfortable, still okay.

if you shifted even a little, he’d immediately adjust for you.

“like this better?” he’d ask, already fixing whatever needed fixing.

and once you got sleepy, he became even more gentle. lowering his voice, pulling the blanket higher, keeping his movements slow so nothing would startle you. he’d let you rest on him without complaint, even if he had things to do.

if you murmured something or reached for him in your sleep, he’d carefully hold your hand, thumb brushing over your knuckles in a slow, reassuring rhythm.

and if anyone saw him like that—soft, focused entirely on making sure you were okay—they probably wouldn’t recognize him at first.

𝐅𝐔 𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑 -

he’d stand a little too close to you without meaning to, then step back like he realized it too late. then repeat it again a minute later, like his body kept deciding for him before his mind could catch up.

cuddling with him started the same way. slow, careful, like almost uncertain.

“um…” he’d start quietly, fidgeting with his sleeves. “is it okay if i… sit here?”

and even after you said yes, he wouldn’t fully relax right away. he’d sit at the edge of the space beside you like he was still deciding if he was allowed to stay, hands resting in his lap, posture a little stiff.

but the moment you leaned into him first?

he froze, just for a second. like his brain stopped working.

then very, very carefully, he’d lift his arm and let it rest around you, unsure at first—barely touching—until you didn’t pull away. that’s when he’d slowly settle in, tension easing out of his shoulders little by little.

fu was quiet during cuddles.

not because he didn’t want to talk, but because he was thinking too much about everything he was doing right.

“sorry…” he’d murmur sometimes, even if he hadn’t done anything wrong. “am i… okay like this?”

and if you reassured him, he’d go even softer.

his grip would become steadier, but still gentle—like he was afraid being too firm might break the moment. he liked when you guided him a little, when you adjusted his hand or pulled him closer yourself. it helped him understand he wasn’t doing anything wrong.

when you got comfortable against him, he’d slowly start to relax too. his breathing would even out. his shoulders would drop.

and his head would tilt slightly toward yours like he couldn’t help but lean in just a bit more.

if you fell asleep, fu wouldn’t move at all for a long time. he’d just sit there, carefully holding you like you were something fragile and important, occasionally glancing down to make sure you were still okay.

and if you shifted closer in your sleep, he’d quietly whisper, almost to himself,

“…okay.”

like he was finally allowed to stay.

𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐘𝐋 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍 -

zodyl didn’t show affection in obvious ways. he never really had the words for it, and even his expression stayed the same most of the time—quiet, unreadable way.

but with you, his actions said more than anything he could’ve spoken.

cuddling with him usually started without a word. he’d just sit down near you, pause for a moment like he was deciding something, then gently tug you closer with a calm, almost careful motion.

no hesitation after that, just certainty.

once you were in his arms, zodyl would adjust you quietly—pulling you against his chest, shifting your position so you were comfortable, making sure your head wasn’t tilted awkwardly or your arms weren’t strained. he paid attention to everything, even if he never said it out loud.

his arms would stay around you, firm but not restrictive. grounding. steady. like he was anchoring you there beside him in a way that felt instinctive rather than planned.

but he didn’t talk much during these moments. he’d observed.

if you were tense, his grip would subtly loosen or shift to something softer. if you relaxed, he’d stay exactly like that, remembering it without needing confirmation. sometimes his hand would slowly move up and down your back in a quiet, repetitive motion—almost like he was trying to communicate calm through touch alone.

and if you leaned into him more, he’d notice immediately.

his head would tilt slightly toward you, and after a few seconds of stillness, he’d adjust again—pulling you a little closer without making a big deal out of it. like it was the most natural thing in the world.

zodyl wasn’t expressive, but he was consistent.

if you fell asleep against him, he wouldn’t move unless he absolutely had to. even then, it would be slow, careful, deliberate. like he was trying not to disrupt something important.

and if anyone looked closely, they’d notice the smallest things—how he kept you close even in silence, how his hand never fully left you, how he always positioned himself in a way that shielded you, even while sitting still.

he didn’t say he cared.

he just made sure you were always safe, warm, and close enough that leaving didn’t feel like an option in the first place.

𝐉𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 -

he’d pull you into his lap or drag you down beside him like it was the most natural thing in the world, arms wrapping around you tightly before you could even fully process what was happening.

“c’mere, ma,” he’d mutter, like it was an instruction you were expected to follow.

and once you were there, he definitely wasn’t letting go.

jabber was clingy in a way that felt constant. one arm always around your waist, hand resting somewhere on you like he needed to confirm you were still there every few seconds. if you shifted even slightly, his grip would tighten instinctively.

not rough, just really possessive. like he didn’t trust the idea of you being too far away.

“where you goin’, mames?” he’d ask lowly if you tried moving, even if you were just reaching for something nearby.

he liked having you close enough that your back was against his chest or your head rested under his chin. and if you tried sitting up, he’d just pull you right back down without hesitation, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“stay right here,” he’d say, voice quieter now but still firm. “don’t move.”

jabber also got noticeably more intense the longer you stayed with him. his hand would trace slow, repetitive patterns over your skin—your arm, your waist, your shoulder—like he was marking time through touch. sometimes he’d press his face into your neck or shoulder, staying there longer than necessary just to breathe you in.

and the pet names never stopped.

“ma.” “mames.”

“mine,” sometimes muttered under his breath when he thought you couldn’t hear him.

if you laughed at him for it, he’d just stare for a second before pulling you even closer, expression unreadable but grip unmistakably tighter.

“…don’t get loud,” he’d say quietly, but there was no real warning behind it. just him settling back into you like he belonged there.

[angelfleurry]

THH Boys Physical Affection Headcanons!!

It’s a blend of what they like and what they exhibit towards you!!🤍

(Gender neutral reader but may subconsciously lean towards more feminine dynamics as I am a woman LMAO.)

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⋆˙⟡Makoto Naegi:⋆˙⟡

♡ He is a very snuggly boy.

♡ Gets very flustered, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want physical affection.

♡ Loves head scratches. Please please PLEASE scratch his head, smooth over his hair, just play around. He LOVES it.

♡ It’s something that makes all speech leave him.

♡ Makoto could be mid sentence and all you’d need to do is take a hand to his head to make him speechless.

♡ He kind of stammers over his words for a brief moment before completely pausing, which you’ve always found super adorable.

♡ That being said, he also gives you the exact same treatment.

♡ Loves being curled up in a cuddle with you. Usually on the sofa watching some sort of media together, but before bed is also an appreciated time for it.

♡ Tends to be the one resting his head on your shoulder.

♡ Likes holding hands a lot, makes him feel secure.

⋆˙⟡Byakuya Togami:⋆˙⟡

♡ Byakuya’s very stiff when it comes to showing affection, especially if it’s physical.

♡ This is why I feel it’s very important for you to look at subtle things, such as proximity.

♡ His manner of showing his affections for you tends to be done through sitting beside you, newspaper/book in hand, posture so straight you have to squint to see he’s slightly angled towards you.

♡ There are times, when it is solely the two of you, he’ll have your hand in his.

♡ Said hand remains incredibly still, bordering the definition of frozen, except for the moment he decides to tighten just a little.

♡ That little, almost missable, squeeze says it all.

♡ Will do it in the morning when you both awake as well, always followed by a groggy greeting.

♡ He won’t crack much of a smile, let alone a laugh, but he appreciates it when you kiss him on the cheek.

♡ In private, of course. Please don’t do it in the company of others.

♡ He stares at you a lot. Not to be judgemental, not to show regret, but simply to observe - admire.

♡ Watching as you busy yourself with some sort of task or past time, taking in the expressions you make, how your body moves. He sees it all, thinks you too enamouring to move away from.

♡ Until you catch him looking, then he’ll either try to smoothly conceal himself, or he’ll wait for you to say something.

♡ Don’t let his coldness fool you, Byakuya does indeed cherish you. Expressing it in any way beyond materialistic pleasantries is a difficult thing for him to do, but he’s grown desperately fond of you.

♡ He’ll make sure you’re well taken care of, ensures you always have a cup next to his own (coffee or not), speak your name with what can only be described as warmth even despite his stoic exterior.

♡ He won’t say it, but he loves you.

♡ I think you can tell.

⋆˙⟡ Leon Kuwata:⋆˙⟡

♡ He loves a bit of physical affection!

♡ An arm round your shoulders, a hand round your waist, a good-luck kiss before a game, he loves it all!

♡ Loves it when you initiate!

♡ Cling to him, he’ll be so chuffed.

♡ Idle situations always leave room for him to hold you in some way.

♡ Sat down for a chat with friends? He’s right next to you with an arm pulling you close. Waiting in line for something? There’s a hand on your waist bro. It’s happening.

♡ Sat at home together doomscrolling? You’re on his lap or leaning into him whilst he reaches out to hold you.

♡ Makes sure he’s holding onto you when he goes to see his fans. It’s not spoken between you both, but you know it’s not being done solely for your own sense of security.

♡ He needs it too.

⋆˙⟡Chihiro Fujisaki:⋆˙⟡

♡ Snuggle buddy!!

♡ Cuddles and hugs are so so natural in your relationship. Neither you nor Chihiro have to think about it, it’s just instant.

♡ Sitting down next to each other? Cuddle time. Saying goodbye or greeting hello? Hug time! Feeling kind of restless, agitated or emotional? Cuddle time. Just feeling cute? HUGS GALORE.

♡ You love running up to him and holding him hostage.

♡ Chihiro, though sometimes surprised, will not complain.

♡ Hand-holding is a must as well. In public, skipping to where you wanna go, as you’re walking to a different room, even just for reassurance. Regardless of what, it’s happening.

♡ Kisses are becoming more frequent for you two! You both just love giving eachother happy little pecks wherever and whenever.

♡ It’s really very innocent. You’re both always so giggly afterwards.

♡ Tickling is also a thing between you two. Not enough to classify it as torture, just a quick little attack. Anything’s worth it for the laughter and smiles tbh.

♡ I just know your well-being has improved.

⋆˙⟡Mondo Owada:⋆˙⟡

♡ He’s not a PDA kind of guy, but it’s not unheard of for him to have an arm round your shoulder or a hand round your waist.

♡ Typically when stood idle to talk in a group of people, or to introduce you to someone.

♡ But that’s about it.

♡ Behind closed doors, however? You two are always in contact with each other in some sort of way.

♡ Whether it be you using him as a pillow, or him carrying you, a hand holding on to either you or him, there is always some element of touch.

♡ Kisses are only done in vulnerable moments. Very rarely are they used on the occasion of saying goodbye. They happen in private, when emotions have surfaced, when an extra step of support is needed.

⋆˙⟡Kiyotaka Ishimaru:⋆˙⟡

♡ It took a lot of confidence and commitment to get to this stage.

♡ Taka’s a gentleman in the way he physically presents his affection for you

♡ Gentle kisses to your hand, arm in arm, that sort of stuff.

♡ In public, it goes no further than that, on the occasion you both show public affection.

♡ You’re not a very physically affectionate couple in the public eye and that’s fine.

♡ He enjoys expressing his affection for you through noble gestures.

♡ Taking your coat when you enter a room, always setting out a cup for you to join him in tea, even linking your arm in his as you accompany him somewhere.

♡ He appreciates kisses, but only in private!

♡ Give him a peck to the cheek, and that’ll set him all fuzzy inside.

⋆˙⟡Hifumi Yamada:⋆˙⟡

♡ He’s literally obsessed with you. To him, you’re the sweetest, cutest, thing ever! He HAS to hold you.

♡ Tries to be your super awesome protector and this reflects in how he “handles” you per se.

♡ He props you in his lap, wrapping his arms around you as if you’re his teddy bear.

♡ Likes it when you lean your head against his shoulder, especially when you nestle your body in closer!

♡ Loves it even more when you’re both sat watching anime together!

♡ Do it when he’s working on Fanfiction; he’s a mix between flustered and smug.

♡ Still gets all giggly and awkward when it comes to kissing.

♡ He’s eager, will try to do it, freezes to panic, then he gets there. Rinse and repeat.

♡ Malfunctions when you initiate kisses. Doesn’t matter how long he’s been with you, it’ll make him trail off or blush INSTANTLY.

♡ Unironically refers to you as “M’lady”, “My Prince”, “My beloved”, etc.

♡ It’s very awkward, but so sweet. Can’t help but smile whenever any contact is initiated!

⋆˙⟡Yasuhiro Hagakure:⋆˙⟡

♡ You both just go along with the vibes.

♡ There’s no “What should a man do right now?”, no “What would be proper?”, not even uncertainty.

♡ You’re just both very confident, but in the breeziest of ways.

♡ Casual kisses are a common method of showing affection between the two of you.

♡ You’ll kiss before you get up to do something, or just before you both go to bed, perhaps even for unspoken reassurance. A majority of the time, it doesn’t need a reason.

♡ No pattern is followed, nothing needs to be said, you both simply do as you feel.

♡ You two like to feed each other.

♡ Sharing something together? You’re getting fed, or Yasuhiro’s getting fed by you.

♡ Grabbing a snack for yourself? You have to attempt to feed some to Yasuhiro, and vice versa.

♡ Cuddling up with him in silence is so nice. You’ve both dozed off like that before.

♡ It’s nice to be curled up together, bodies practically merged, as you listen to his stories and supposed paranormal experiences.

♡ You two are just very chilled out. We love that.

[creativepromptsforwriting]

seeking out physical affection

comparing hand-sizes to hold their hand against the other's and then just holding hands

leaning against the other one in close spaces

acting like they're cold to have an excuse to cuddle or share clothes or blankets

brushing a strand of hair away

grabbing each other's hands in crowds or when crossing the street to "be safe"

turning their cheek to get the other one to give them a peck

brushing their arm against the other's, hoping the other would finally catch their arm and hold it close

fixing the other's hairstyle to let their hands run through their partner's hair

draping the arm around their shoulder while sitting next to each other

lightly tickling the other one, almost hoping it gets retaliated

reaching out with their hand without saying anything, wanting the other one to grab it

linking arms when walking around together

trying to get the other to dance with them

bumping shoulders into each other

wrapping arms around the other's neck when standing behind them

[euthymiaaa]

— subtle physical affection prompts 𓆩♡𓆪

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pushing strands of their hair out of their face

brushing the dust of their clothes

wiping off a food stain near their lips (bonus: you lick it off your fingers)

briefly tracing the lines of their palms

patiently helping them put their shoes on

teasingly playing with the string of their hoodie

nose boops

comparing hand sizes

accidentally grazing their hands as both of you are reaching for the same object

gentle massages for their shoulders

delicately putting your hand on their back

playful stabs with your fingers onto the side of their waist

ever so light forehead pecks

[altrodent]

Summer Boy

Pairing: Waterboy X Fem!Reader

Content/Warnings: Use of waterboys real name, Slight swearing, change in POV’s, mostly just fluff with some kissing, and established friendship. Very Lazily proofread.

Summary: You and your favorite helpful hero spend a small evening at a beach together. 💧

A/N: hey… it’s been like forever. I’m not gonna keep making promises of more writing, but I’m happy to be making fics again. I’ve been busy and lord knows I’m just as lonely as the last time I wrote so… here u go! (Also, PS, if it wasn’t obvious. I LOVEEE Waterboy.)

The beach, a place to go to relax, meditate, and connect with some of natures finest works. It’s also a place where you first get to finally connect with your one and only- Waterboy. Your hero, saving grace, basically every cute name you could think of, that was just him all over.

You really didn’t think about it, but you’ve never seen him out of suit, nor have you gotten close to him- at least in the way you’ve wanted. He’d always come up with an excuse ‘I- I don’t- don’t wanna get your outfit a-all drenched!’ And if you brushed that off, he’d turn to the good old ‘I- I have to go! Sorry!’

He couldn’t escape it this time, but he’s been yearning, praying for contact. And with you? How could he pass it up. The only problem? As soon as he saw you in your bathing suit, all of Robert Robertson’s confidence training disappeared instantly. With that gone, in came the heavy breathing and stuttering, which was still cute in an odd way.

“Hey, Herm! You made it!” You waved him down, though it wasn’t really necessary as you glowed brighter than the sun… and the sun was blazing, telling by the pink already rising on his skin.

“Y-yeah, I… I wouldn’t miss this for anything. Y-you- you look- yeah… uhm- you look gor-great-! Wonderful!” He stuttered out, nervously wiping a hand over his mouth as he internally regretted having said anything at all. You simply smiled, moving in to hug him before he stepped away “Still no hug?”

He shook his head “n-no…” he put his bags down before his smile grew more “I need to put on sunscreen- but- I- this… this sounds weird, but I’d prefer it if you got in the water first. So I know I didn’t… I dunno, mess up something like always.”

“Herm.”

“Y-yeah?”

“We’re at the beach. I’m gonna get wet either way.”

“Oh. Yeah.”

You chuckled, but reluctantly you headed for the water, sneaking a few peaks back at him. Seeing him now out of his suit and in his cute little swim trunks warmed your heart. And it would be lying to say he wasn’t checking you out as well, but not in a creepy way- he rather adored everything about you, and seeing you in the bathing suit let him see more of you.

He stood by the shore line waiting for his sunscreen to dry as you stood in hip-deep water. “I’d complain… but I don’t want you to get sunburn, and I’m practicing patience.” He chuckled “my timer s-says I only have… uh- two more minutes.” You nodded waiting it out, asking about his day and vice versa- even though you saw each other the day prior. You are both so oblivious to the fact that you live rent free in his head as he is in yours, but then again, it wouldn’t be love if everything was spelt out.

His timer went off, and the song was familiar. It wasn’t one of Prisms, but it was a song you sent him. It seems your taste has really rubbed off on him (I could make a funny joke here, but I won’t- I’m better than that… not.)

He took a deep breath before smiling at you, moving into the water quickly and clumsily, which you could only blame on his tall and thin figure that you adored. As soon as the ocean around you two slowly reached up to your elbows through tides, he almost lunged through the water, wrapping his hands ever so delicately around you, like you’d break if he held you too tight- or like you’d disappear if he didn’t hold you at all.

The gesture was heart melting, and you’d be damned if you didn’t return his hug. As your arms curled up and held onto him, he let out a quiet hum. It was contentment, a soft sound that was followed by slightly less soft squeeze. “H-hey?” He called in a hushed tone.

“Yeah, Hermy?” He shuddered at the nickname. The team knew his name, but only you called him that, it was special to him.

“D-don’t… don’t let me go.” He whispered, burying his face into your neck, the plastic of his goggles gently rubbing against your partly wet hair.

The two of you just stood there for a while, a metaphorical wave of bliss washing over you two like never before. Your legs tangled under the surface, it’s a lovely feeling. The feeling of being one with someone, and especially with someone who loves you more than you could possibly imagine.

“Everyday I thank Robert for putting me on the team… if he didn’t, I wouldn’t be here with you right now.” His words flowed with such succulent sincerity, your heart felt like it was going to rise straight from your chest.

Unsure of how it happened, a kiss made its way from your lips to his temple, a quiet whimper of relief leaving his chest. He didn’t care if it was embarrassing, or awkward, he’s never had someone to hold onto- not in the way you do. “Y-You always ask me for hugs when you’re perfectly dry… don’t you get- worry about getting all… wet?”

You shook your head “I’ve told you a million times Hermy, I don’t mind at all. I just can’t believe it’s taken you this long.” Though you teased, he took the matter seriously- maybe more than necessary, “I just wanted everything to be- be perfect.”

“Perfect for what?”

He froze his head tilting only slightly as he took in more of your scent to calm himself. “I wan- would- would like and app-appreciate it if… maybe… we could go out and do something with me some time.”

Tilting your head in confusion, you responded “Aren’t we doing something right now?” He chuckled softly, finding your answer sweet, but admittedly it made his job harder as he had to spell it out.

“I- I mean… would you… please go out with me!” He pulled back, his hands holding onto your upper arms as he does so, neck craning downward to meet your gaze. With a couple of blinks it finally clicked, and you giggled excitedly “like… a date? Just the two of us?” Herman nodded in equal excitement, “w-what do you think?”

Water clung to your hands as you reached up and held his face. “I’ve waited for too damn long to hear you say those words.” Before you could do anything, he quickly “runs” back to shore- as fast as he can in water “HEY-?! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!” You called out confused

“I need to go get ready! I have a lot of planning for our date, I must away!” He quickly grabbed his bag and suit that laid on top “But-!” “IGOTTAGO,LOVEYOU,BYE!”

His words came out quicker than anticipated, but instead of apologizing he kept running. Internally, both of you were absolutely screaming with joy. He got the date he always wanted, and you’ve finally gotten to hear those sweet words you’ve begged for.

And more than that- you finally got that hug. A wins a win.