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Toji gives the wettest kisses. The type of kisses where you have to wipe off the glossy spit with your palm when he moves away, giggling out his name that has Toji pulling right back in.
"Don't ya like my kisses, doll?" He'd say right against your skin. He'd hold your wrists, licking his lips, before he kisses just off from where the first kiss was placed. "What're yer wipin' them away for?"
If Toji sees you walking around your home in just your underwear and his oversized sweatshirt he will be overwhelmed with the need to bite you.
He'll come up to you whilst mumbling words of affection. Words that are barely coherent in the deep rumble of his voice. Little requests for you to let him; little pleas and voiced wants. Toji would wrap his large arms around you with his face hanging limply besides yours whilst guiding you backwards towards the couch or the bed or whatever is closest. He'd lay you down slowly, almost too languidly, before settling between your legs and sinking his teeth into your pudgy flesh.
He'd nuzzle against the skin, nose against the inside of your thigh that spreads heat with every exhale, leaving little kisses and grunts that rumble against your nerves. The tickling sensation makes you giggle. Something gentle that brings more of his weight against you.
And if you chuckle his name, a soft laugh in your tone, Toji will only want to bite you harder.
Sleepy Reader x the Uzuis where you come home all exhausted, perhaps Tengen carries you home, and all you want to do is sleep but you're covered in mud and grime and it just doesn't feel right. So when you do get home the wives take over. Makio gets you a clean set of clothes and some towels whilst Suma prepares a bath of you. They help you bathe; strip you from the dirty uniform. The two of them are so gentle with you. Lifting your arms for you. Cleaning you well. It's alright, you can fall asleep. They will take care of you whilst bickering in hushed whispers.
All whilst Hinatsuru makes you something quick and easy to eat and Tengen prepares a bed. He's there to lift you out when Makio and Suma finish, letting them dress you and cooing at how your head slumps softly. He carries you to your room and holds you as Hina takes the time to feed you. She's careful. She tells you to open your mouth and praises you for each bite you take. And when you're finished she pats your lips clean.
They take care of you and you sleep soundly that night, safe in the mixture of their body heat.
Toji tries to be soft with you because that's the sort of treatment he knows you deserve. He's a big, rough guy and yet he will hold you so gently. He'll mumble his petnames against your skin. "Baby", "Doll", "Ma". He always looks so out of place doing such stuff. Squeezing your body. Kissing over your eyelids. He's so loving towards you and he will be for as long as you have him.
Imagine scratching Ganondorf's beard. You're sitting there on his lap, supported by his arms and hands that cup your body, as he lazily listens to the plea of some random Hylian that had the misfortune of voicing his village's needs. The words are only half registering in his mind. They echo against one ear only to ring against the jewellery as his attention is split elsewhere. Body focussed on you. Mind focussed on you. Perhaps he'd be a little more sadistic and a little bit more cruel towards the man had it not been for your hands on his face.
He'd never admit to the softness. Ganondorf isn't soft. And yet despite himself he leans into your touch as your fingers scratch boldly at the sides of his jaw. They run so nicely against the red hair and he has to stop himself from grumbling at the feeling. You don't coo, you wouldn't dare to, but you want to. He's acting like a big cat. His lips are pressed in a tight, controlled line and his amber eyes are zone out on a distant pillar. Pupils dilated. Your ministrations have his fingers tapping against the length of your thighs. A slow rapping motion as if he's contemplating.
No blood taints the floor that night. No screams are blown in the draft of the palace walls and no wrath bubbles in his chest. It doesn't dare to, not when your touch acts like a sedative. Especially not when your touch is so pleasurable.
Sanemi doesn't hesitate to peel an orange for you. He stops whatever he is doing and sets his sword down when you present him the fruit. His skin is glossy from training and his sparring partner is gawking at the sudden shift in energy, but Sanemi doesn't care about that. He takes the fruit from your hands and peels it for you. He doesn't even bat an eye when some of the juice trickles down to his elbows. He hands it back to you when he's done and simply asks if there's anything else.
And when you come back five minutes later with another one? He peels it for you with zero hesitation.
Sleeping beside Toji means that your head will always be touching some part of his body. It's intentional. Toji will not allow for anything else. He will have you cradled on top of him where you are lulled by the rise and fall of his chest. Each breath strong, powerful, and undoubtedly peaceful. He will have you glued to his side with your head nestled against his shoulder, his hand digging protectively into your skin as it wedges you closer. He will have you use his bicep as a pillow with a single leg tangled against yours to keep a hold of you. Drool all over him if you must, he will not care. As long as he can feel the weight of your head against some part of him, all is fine. You are not going anywhere.
Modern AU Sanemi would absolutely lose his mind when the two of you get married. He'd be clingy in a way he wouldn't admit out loud and definitely protective. Although... the difference between before and after the vows wouldn't be obvious. Not really. Sanemi was already protective.
But that's not what would get him. It wouldn't be the fact you now share his name. It wouldn't be the fact that you are his and he is yours.
It's the ring.
Sanemi would be staring down at it any chance he gets, the glimmer of metal enchanting. It makes his chest feel hot. He seems like the type to rub his thumb over the surface whenever the two of you are holding hands. Fidgeting with it. Taking it in as truth. He'd probably kiss it if the thought didn't seem too embarrassing. Maybe when you're asleep, hand in his, he'd push himself to leave a tender kiss against it.
