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Milton being touch starved would include :

(Woooo more prompts! Woooo Milton 😍 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

-Him feeling his heart race and starting to stutter out an apology whenever you’d accidentally touch/brush against each other for quite some time, only to smile shyly as you’d reassure him that it’s fine

-Him blushing whenever you’d put your hand over his and pull him over to go out and all, somewhat stunned over how casual you are

-Him being willing to give you anything you want the moment he feels you cupping his cheeks, feeling so loved and cared for for once in his life

-Him relaxing and finding the courage to snuggle up to you the moment you’d stroke his hair so casually and pull him closer to yourself

-Him unable to keep his eyes off of you whenever you’d tend to his injuries or try to relax him by massaging his hands, stunned by how caring you can be

-Him being quite speechless whenever you’d kiss him, whether it be his cheeks, his nose or his lips, he’d just be so amazed by how much you can shower him with affection

-Him having quite a tight grip on you whenever you’d hug him, not wanting the moment to end too soon

-Him feeling himself starting to get more greedy and clingy over your slight touches, wanting nothing more than to feel your hand over him

-Him expressing nothing but his love for you whenever you’d touch him and keep your hands all over him as you’d have sex

-Him explaining to you in great details about his past and how reserved he was and such, admitting to you how grateful he is to have you now

oh, to be loved softly

a bunch of soft, fluffy prompts! maybe some angst, just a lil. first person bc i want that pretentious, elegant, wealthy vibe bc hot damn

oh, to be:

  • so close that i can look into their eyes and flicker my gaze to their lips, barely daring to breathe
  • raking my hands through their hair as they lounge against me in a quiet room
  • caught up in the moment, forgetting to quiet our raucous laughter
  • holding their hand on the table, thumb massaging their palm, as if that will soothe their wounds
  • in their arms for hours, to feel their weight against me, to tangle ourselves together
  • joined by their voice in singing something a little off-key, to sing softly and badly, something that we would call our song
  • gifted with trinkets, odds and ends, pieces of nature, that reminded them of me
  • able to walk into a room and see them so quietly happy, and for that happiness to stay as i move into their space
  • running in a field, our voices as loud as we can manage, trying not to trip on our way down a hill
  • sitting alone and feeling my mood lighten at their presence
  • quietly rambling to them, trailing off and restarting, jumping from topic to topic, for them to stay. for them to listen, even if they're not really listening. for them to not feel the need to get up and leave or shut me up with a kiss. to stay.
  • dressed up and turning around to see their eyes glide over me, taking in the effort to look presentable for the occasion
  • confident in their presence, to feel reassured and safe
  • taking care and taken care of. gentle distractions, water bottles, and warm soup. stories being softly read when the screen is too bright for my eyes
  • in a corner of a room, as they crouch closely to me, helping as much as they are able, while my breaths come too fast and too short, while my world seems to collapse in on itself
  • sharing our food, feeding each other, taking fruit in between our teeth and holding it like a prize
  • on a couch, leaning against them as we watch a movie or show, to make witty jokes, scathing criticisms, and innuendos during, to grasp their shoulders and shake them as the 'good part' comes up
  • steadying their face with my hand, carefully drawing eyeliner around their eye, trying desperately not to poke them, to do it anyways and end up with annoyed whines that are met with firm shushes and reassurances
  • loved so, to not be deathly afraid of annoyances and arguments, to experience prolonged tenderness, to have moments of joy and to have them often, to have adoration and affection pouring out

me when the f/o is there and i see the f/o and they are there and i see them and i see them in my sight and my f/o i see them on screen they are there on the screen and i see them and they are there (my f/o)

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Soft Domestic Fluff

Your F/O melts when they wake up to you curled into their side. They trace lazy patterns on your skin, press a soft kiss to your forehead, and whisper, “I love you.” It’s quiet, but in this moment, nothing else in the world matters.

PROSHIP/DARKSHIP DNI

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thing is self shipping is inherently self serving and if youre not doing everything in this for yourself and your happiness then it Will start to bother you. you cant do any of it for the approval of others

need more rep for selfshippers taller than their f/o. who want to pull their f/o into their lap, to pick up their f/o in a nice hug, to place kisses atop their f/o's head :( wheres the love for short f/o's :(

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