tuggoffelees oneshots

thirty eight: f l u f f

hi this is just a short cuddling and sweet-nothing's that mean everything ok

human au

misto pov
"bedtime?" i ask once the credits of a fish documentary roll, leaving all the creepy creatures of the unknown behind.
"only if i get to carry you." tugger smirks, already moving to slink his arms under my legs.
i roll my eyes, smiling playfully. i let him lift me almost effortlessly, placing my thighs on his hips. i nestle my face in the crook of his neck.
he sets me down on the bed as gently as you would a baby. i expected him to pull away and go to the other side of it, but he clearly had other plans.
he holds himself above me, the collar of his shirt hanging down. i gently place my hands on either side of his face feeling how soft his skin is under my fingertips. tugger props himself on his knees, straddling me, and takes my left hand. he brings it to his lips and kisses my knuckles. he whispers "my king." and i think i could probably melt.