#all those muscles and power but he looks soft and cuddly

[wildsaltair]

Maximus was constructed of husband material to my exact specifications

[bitsandbobsofwriting]

I don’t imagine this is something you’ve ever really thought about cause it doesn’t seem your style but do you think Mordred ever had a crush on any of the knights/Merlin/Morgana along the lines of how some students get a crush on teachers (as opposed to something serious cause like he’s baby). Or do you think it’s always been a little too much awe/fear initially depending on the person for that to ever manifest past serious admiration and then friendship

(Headcanon Masterlist) (Full Masterlist)

I keep meaning to finish off other pieces, and y'all keep sending me hilarious asks that I just HAVE to answer straight away. I don't know if you intended this anon, but the idea of Mordred having a schoolboy crush on someone in the gang is absolutely sending me😅😂

Also, let's pretend, as we do normally, that everything is perfectly fine and happy and smooshy :D

Ok so, he never has a crush on Arthur, because he takes one look at him (when he comes back as a 16/17ish year old) and goes "Dad?? Uncle??? Brother maybe?? I'm not sure. It's one of those, anyway." It's a little cute honestly, and Merlin and Morgana always take the piss.

It's similar with Merlin and Morgana, except there's a decent amount of HeroWorship™ in there as well, though that quickly ends when he sees Merlin step in a bucket and trip down three flights of stairs, with his only complaint being that he dropped the flower Gwen gave him, and he sees Morgana snort in a very unladylike manner and then choke on her own spit for a good three minutes, specifically at Merlin falling down the stairs.

With the others it's... a different story.

Percival is too big and stronk for our little boy, he's mostly just intimidated. When he finds out how much of a softy he is, intimidation turns into finding it weirdly cute and sweet? But also big and soft and safe?? Mordred is but a kitten, Percival, a soft-mouthed and cuddly but terrifying looking Rottweiler, here to pick him up by the scruff and carry him to safety.

He takes one look at Gwaine and Elyan and panics a little bit because..... why do..es his.... stomach... fee...l like.... thisss. It's an awakening moment for sure. Swishy hair,,,, smooth skin,,,, cheeky, carefree grins,,,,, muscles. This is the initial gut reaction, of all the ones he has towards The Gang, that takes the longest time to lessen, especially because it turns out that they're also super nice people, even amidst all the pranks. He has like... a weird friend crush on them, in that he views them as more friends than crushes, and he would never, could never, actually follow through on it, even if they felt the same, because it would just be too weird. He... look, he just thinks they're neat, ok? And don't we all, really?

It's kinda sad, but he's a little scared of Leon at first. The guy is a big deal, if you forget the magic shit, he's the biggest deal of all of them besides Arthur. And he's the only one there who used to work directly under Uther, and he was obviously good at it otherwise he wouldn't have got where he is. He's also a little too old for Mordred (poor Mor' obviously doesn't realise that Gwaine and Leon are around the same age. If anyone ever tells him, he'll die). Once he gets to know him and he's obviously not genocidal towards magic like Uther was, just a little wary and scared, he warms up to him a lot, and thinks he's super cool and powerful.

Gwen. Is. So Cool. He's a little in love with her, in the way that he can't speak to her without blushing and stuttering. But it's like... the same way I have a "crush" on Emma Thompson: if I ever met her, I would freeze up completely before telling her how incredible she is and beginning to ramble and repeatedly apologise and just generally embarrass myself. But, once again, wouldn't we all react that way upon meeting Gwen (or Emma Thompson)?

Lancelot is, at first, bit of a crush, then the moment he opens his mouth it's "Oh. Oh ok. Dad number two, coming right up." like the switch is immediate. Merlin and Morgana also take the piss out of this. Actually, they take the piss out of all of it. They are the older siblings and Mordred is babey. It's a requirement.

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Anyway. That was fun, and I hope that was what you were after anon, I love you😅

Keep an eye out today guys, there's some more stuff coming😉

[j0ne-jjk]

Sex with the Members

Pairing: OT7 Characters: Seokjin, Hoseok, Taehyung, Jimin, Yoongi, Namjoon, Jungkook Genre: Smut Rating: M 

I originally put this together for an adult BTS group in another location online and it was so popular there, I wanted to post it here for posterity. 

As a reminder: these are OPINIONS. I do not know the guys, nor do I claim to have any actual knowledge of their intimate styles. So if you don’t like it, don’t come at me. 

Seokjin

Jin ultimately wants to ensure his significant other feels safe, comfortable, and desired. He makes it his priority to communicate to his partner how beautiful he finds them.

Jin would be kind and gentle, enjoying slow, sensual love-making over rough and fierce sex. He is constantly checking in with is partner, making sure they are doing okay and still feeling good.

Eventually, he would recognize that he has a praise kink - both for giving and receiving. 

Though not a deal-breaker, Jin would prefer his partner be shorter/smaller than he is so he can feel physically protective. 

To Jin, sex is just another way to express his love to his significant other. He would be willing to explore different kinks, seeing that as a time to create a deeper, more meaningful, trust-filled bond with his partner. 

During kink exploration, he would realize that he likes being choked, so that’s fun... 

Jin’s moans would be loud and slightly nasally. Lots of romantic pet names. He would love to hear his significant other’s moans as well and would encourage them to make noise. 

SEX PLAYLIST: sweet, sappy, Korean ballads.

Hoseok

Hoseok is made of pure sunshine and is always ready with a smile and gentle, encouraging word for his significant other. He would love the times they can laugh together until their sides ache. Hobi’s primary love language is Quality Time, and he would thrive on evening walks along a quiet riverbank, hand in hand, stealing kisses in the privacy of a grove of trees. 

In the bedroom, his sunny personality would continue to shine. Hobi would shower his partner with praise and find little opportunities for giggles throughout sex (slight tickling kink??). He would enjoy making up cute nicknames for his partner and himself in addition to the cute, sappy classics like “jagiya”. 

Hoseok is naturally humble and selfless and prefers to focus on his partner’s pleasure first, while forgetting about his own. When his significant other makes a move to return the favor, Hobi would break out in his signature heart-shaped smile, eyes twinkling with affection. 

Now, our sunshine isn’t necessarily vanilla. Don’t forget, this man is hella flexible, fit, and has killer dancer’s hips. Hoseok would use all of these to his advantage to alternate between pounding into his partner and rolling his hips at just the right angle to hit their sweet spot. 

Hobi’s moans would start out surprisingly low, back in his throat but move higher and more desperate as he gets closer to his release. 

SEX PLAYLIST: 90s rap.

Taehyung

Taehyung is a Daddy Dom, no doubt about it. 

He’s strict, regal, classy, and expects a well-mannered sub. Taehyung would be called Sir and would call his sub kitten or little one. 

He likes seeing his sub in rope or leather bondage and sometimes blindfolded. Taehyung enjoys using toys and light degradation (though nothing too extreme of course, he’s no savage). He will train his sub in edging and orgasm denial, loving the feeling of complete control that he has over them. 

Taehyung would be relatively quiet in the bedroom, more focused on giving instruction and listening to his sub. His moans would be deep and gravelly, much like his singing voice. 

Like any good Dom, Taehyung understands the importance of good aftercare and always tends to his significant other after sex, ensuring they return to a safe emotional space. As soon as the scene is over, Taehyung’s personality changes from demanding Dom to cuddly bear, ready to care for his darling. 

Outside of the bedroom, Taehyung is attentive and doting to his significant other. Of course, he can also be slightly pouty at times, but that can always be fixed with well-timed snuggles, hugs, and forehead kisses.   

SEX PLAYLIST: moody jazz.

Jimin

Listen to me when I tell you: Jimin is a freak in the sheets. It is a fact and no one can tell me otherwise. Some days he would want to be in charge, telling his partner exactly how to please him (power bottom, anyone?), and some days he would be the picture perfect pillow princess. 

Jimin would be willing to try pretty much anything, as long as it wasn’t gross. If he was with a girl, it wouldn’t be long into the relationship before Jimin would bring up his interest in pegging and strap-ons. 

Not shy, Jimin is the kind to send suggestive messages, nude photos, and even videos of himself playing when he’s away from his partner. 

He also loves getting head. Jimin will use his puppy eyes to ask for a blow job at the most inconvenient times. All he needs is a dark corner or broom closet and fifteen minutes and he’ll have his partner convinced and on their knees for him in no time. 

Though his hands are small, he knows how to use his pretty mouth to get his significant other off. Jimin is a fan of teasing and overstimulation (best of both worlds?) and is more than happy to spend quality time with his mouth between his partner’s legs.

Jimin’s moans would be loud, clear, and high, just like his voice. He would babble praises and curse continually, begging his partner to keep going as he nears his climax.

SEX PLAYLIST: dirty, sexy pop music.

Yoongi

It’s no secret that Yoongi is introverted but desires deep emotional and physical connection. He takes his time getting to know his significant other well enough to reach the point of physical intimacy. 

PDA is kept to a minimum, with the exception of hand holding- Yoongi loves holding hands. His large, piano-player hands fit perfectly around those of his significant other, his thumb rubbing gently over their knuckles, fingers squeezing occasionally as a soft reminder of, “I’m still here.” 

The best date is an evening in the Genius Lab, sitting side by side, shoulders touching, taking frequent kiss breaks (it “helps with the writers block”, he claims). Since music is the most important thing to Yoongi, sharing it with his partner is almost as intimate as physical contact. The first time Yoongi shares a new, unfinished song with his significant other, his hands and sweating and his body is trembling like the first time he had sex. 

In the bedroom, Yoongi is attentive, intentional and deliberate. He takes his time to learn everything he possibly can about his partner’s body and pleasure. Sex is slow and sensual, with both bodies pressed fully together to feel as much skin-to-skin contact as possible. 

Yoongi would be relatively quiet during sex, more likely to let out deep gasps and low groans. Occasionally as he reaches his high, his voice cracks in a particularly high-pitched moan, causing a blush to spread across cheeks. Being more of an auditory person, Yoongi would revel in his partner’s moans, encouraging them to make noise. 

Though he appreciates a good blow job, Yoongi actually prefers hand jobs because he can still kiss his partner. 

And of course, I’m not going to let you forget about that Tongue Technology... 

SEX PLAYLIST: underground Korean rap.

Namjoon

Namjoon’s main desire is to express his love for his significant other. Whether it’s a sweet mid morning text, a surprise lunch delivery, or (an attempt at) freshly baked cookies, Joon is always looking for ways to show his partner how much they mean to him. He’s the epitome of romantic. 

With Namjoon, it’s not “sex” but “making love”, and it is sure to be romantic and sensual. Joon wants to make sure his significant other feels beautiful, and enjoys body worship, both given and received. 

Kink exploration is somewhat rare, but Namjoon will try things out if his partner asks. He draws the line at anything that causes pain because it worries him to think that his clumsiness could surface, causing real harm to his partner. 

Aftercare is as important as the actual sex to Joon. He wants to bathe or shower and then cuddle while either talking quietly, watching a movie, or going to sleep.

Namjoon’s moans are deep and low, and during intimacy, his speaking voice is so deep it almost disappears. He speaks in both English and Korean, and groans out so many curse words, it’s almost like he’s invented some of his own. 

SEX PLAYLIST: 90s R&B and slow jams.

Jungkook

Jungkook sheds both his oversized clothing and bad boy stage persona in the bedroom. Always the maknae, he would want to be taken care of during sex. He would love being called “baby boy” or “baby bun” and thrives on praise. Degradation and harsh words would crush him and ruin the mood almost immediately. 

Sometimes bratty (by choice, of course), Jungkook would occasionally inform his significant other that “Kookie needs to be punished.” His favorite punishments include edging and orgasm denial, spanking, and choking. 

Of course, he did work hard for those muscles and has a strength kink for sure. One of his favorite positions is holding his significant other up either pressed up against the wall or with their legs wrapped around his slim waist, while slamming into them. 

Oral is another favorite activity, and Jungkook absolutely loves eating his partner out. It makes his heart so giddy to know that he is the one completely responsible for the pleasure his significant other is feeling. Getting head often makes him cum embarrassingly fast, turning him into a blushing, whining mess.

Jungkook would be very vocal during sex, begging, moaning, and whimpering. His sounds would be high and sweet, with lots of heavy breathing and gasps included. 

SEX PLAYLIST: Ariana Grande or dark, moody music.

[fenristheorem]

Hi! Can you make part 2 of Guardienne and Lance relationship, the first one was so cute got me curious for more

Hello there! No problem at all, I know of a few more headcanons that you may like!😊

*Very minor NSFW in this (pretty non-descriptive except for maybe a few small parts).

~Under the cut~

Lance and Guardienne’s relationship - Part 2:

I’ll start out small: terms of endearment. Now Lance probably isn’t one to use cuddly words like ‘sugar, honey, etc.’, but I could definitely see him using the occasional ‘dear, darling, my love’ on Guardiennne, because let’s be honest; he’s a hardened warrior who probably enjoys witty banter and sensuality more than bubble baths and sugar-coated words. These terms of affection may be used far and few in between, but he’d definitely still use them on occasion.

However, he’d be much more likely to use endearing terms to describe her��when complimenting her - especially when she’s feeling a bit subdued as of late. He’ll call her things like ‘cute, adorable, beautiful’ and the whole rest of that spectrum. These sudden bouts of compliments can happen at the most random of moments, as well.

Guardienne may be taking off her shirt to change - in their shared room of course - with Lance doing his own thing. Her back will be towards him when she’ll suddenly hear “fucking gorgeous” from behind her, and she’ll look over her shoulder to cast an amused glare at him as he gifts her with a wolfish grin. This can happen at almost any time; as she changes, steps out of the shower, undresses for an intimate moment - the possibilities are nearly endless provided it’s an appropriate moment.

Other times she’ll be doing her own thing - feeding her companion, organizing her clothing, redecorating her room - and he’ll come to her and wrap his arms around her, littering small, playful kisses along her cheek and neck while muttering things like “beautiful,” “my gorgeous woman,” “perfect,” “you’re a living goddess” as she blushes and squeals in his grasp.

Terms like ‘precious, adorable, and cute’ are typically used in teasing moments - like when he’s trying to get a rise out of her, or while they’re having one of their many intimate moments. Seeing her face flush as she bites her lip and squirms underneath him, completely unable to shoot back a witty statement in retaliation of his fervid comment, really does something to him that he likes to indulge in on occasion. 

He’ll certainly compliment her attitude and intelligence as well. However, this is usually under a different scenario, like when they’re talking over, planning, or debating something. This’ll be primarily when she mentions something that hadn’t occurred to him, but he also certainly likes to give her chances to express a thoroughly thought out idea - whether he agrees with it or not - and he loves to stress his approving opinion on her wisdom and perceptiveness when she expresses her detailed decision. Of course, she definitely has times where her thoughts and decisions are... incomprehensible for Lance, but he still makes sure to show when he’s impressed by her.

He doesn’t compliment her too often, but when he does she knows it’s sincere, and he certainly makes sure it won’t be missed by her. The last thing he wants is to compliment her but for it to be forgotten because it was just a small, passing comment.

That’s also why he makes sure to compliment her when he’s having a random bout of intense affection. Lance is very inconsistent on when he sparks affectionate moments, but occasionally the feeling will hit him where he’s just so overwhelmingly happy to be in a relationship with such a powerful, respectable woman that he needs to stress to her how deep his affections run. This will likely only happen later in the relationship - when he knows she won’t run from him for being so incredibly emotional about her - and once he feels safe to express himself in such intense ways she’ll basically be spoiled rotten. Occasionally he’ll come back with flowers or a small trinket as a gift, but it’s much more common for him to take a day off to spend it solely with her, wrapped up in her arms underneath the blankets as they cuddle the day away. He’ll touch her whenever he has a chance, hold her whenever he can get his hands on her, kiss her whenever the moment presents itself and refuse to let her go - so long as she agreed to spend the day with him. Lance will know how to spoil her without being too clingy if she needs to spend the day working, but if she did agree to spend her whole day with him then she should expect to spend the whole day with him. Seriously - he won’t let her go.

This leads to how they cuddle then, and this can range from soft, gentle, and sensual to... basically pinning the other down and refusing to let them up. On a normal day it’ll be soft nuzzles while they hold each other in their arms, quietly talking or not talking at all as they embrace the rise and fall of their partner’s chest. These moments are calm, but can’t begin to rival the comfort of after-sex cuddling. In those moments, as their harsh breathing calms and dewy sweat cools on their skin, they’ll hold each other so close that they can feel the other’s pulse, and every breath they take threatens to suffocate them as there’s absolutely no space left between the two. Guardienne will fall into Lance’s strong, broad chest and rest her head over his heart to enjoy the alluring rhythm while the dragon will pull her tight against him, letting his hand run over the outer side of the leg hooked over his waist as his other arm pulls her close. These gentle caresses after sex are laced with moments of Guardienne brushing her fingers along his chest and abdomen, pressing gentle, sensual kisses to his skin as Lance tangles his fingers in her hair and curls an arm around her waist to keep her close. On the other end of the spectrum, they partake in a lot of aggressive cuddling, and this can be provoked by either Guardienne or Lance when they’re feeling aggressively playful or a bit territorial with the other. Lance may be feeling a bit jealous one day - there are many faeries who like Guardienne due to her valiant effort at saving Eldarya, and while he doesn’t blame them for doing so, she’s still his now and he will fight any rival - and will be seeking her attention, so he’ll pick her up and lay on her the bed... and lie down on top of her - literally. Only for a moment though, he’ll adjust himself to be only half lying on top of her as he wraps both arms - and both legs for the hell of it - around her and gently squeeze as he nuzzles into her neck. Guardienne can fight all she wants, but it’ll be no use. Lance’s strength overwhelms her’s without question, so whatever struggle she may try to put up to escape from him, it’ll feel no different than a leaf fighting the wind to Lance. Of course, there are times where Guardienne sparks this aggressive cuddling as well. She might be feeling particularly aggressive one day, and - knowing that her rough mannerisms is, to Lance, the equivalent of a Musarose batting at a door - she won’t be afraid to grab him and drag him to the bed or couch - and he’s only moving because he’s allowing himself to be moved - shoving him onto it before laying atop him. Now Lance could easily get up, but he loves when Guardienne has her aggressive, territorial moments (provided no one is hurt because of it, which is unlikely anyways) so he’ll humor her by poking fun at her demanding attitude or by just allowing her to express her affections via death grip. Occasionally he’ll be even more aggressive in turn and they’ll have a contest on who can be most aggressively affectionate towards the other.

Their cuddling and aggressive affection can depend on - or even help her with - her menstrual cycle as well, and, frankly, he’s become a master of pleasing a temperamental, hissy-fit woman who can be taken down only by blood loss when he needs to be. Lance knows how to keep himself calm under heavy pressure and anger from another person, so her futile attempts at getting a rise out of him will... really only get a rise out of her as she realizes he won’t throw a tantrum as easily as her. Any cramps she has? Well, he may be an ice dragon but he knows basics in controlling fire, so he’s certainly not against raising the temperature of his hand to rest on her abdomen and ease the cramps via makeshift heating pack. If she experiences hot flashes - or nausea flashes if the cold helps her with those - he’ll do the opposite and bring his body temperature down until he serves as a cool pillow for her to rest on. Those aggressive cuddles I mentioned before help ease any of her aching muscles as he holds her tight, and any aggressive affection he’ll shower her with - when not irritating her, as she’s pretty unstable between loving and hating this intense attention - will remind her that she’s not alone going through her torment and that’s he’s there to help bring her comfort if she wishes to utilize him.

He’ll take good care of her overall during her periods; making sure she’s hydrated, bringing her anything she needs, and certainly isn’t afraid of retrieving sanitary products (pads, tampons, whatever she uses) from the market if she needs him to. Lance will bless her with massages, random fits of aggressive affection or gentle loving, and will happily carry her around the room if she needs something but is feeling too pained, fatigued, etc. to actually be able to walk around. If she’s having a day where she wants to be left alone? No problem, he can basically ignore her by distracting himself with work until she comes crawling along to start irritating him for attention, and when that happens he’s usually quite fine with wrapping up whatever he’s working on and providing his affection to her. Of course, this isn’t to say that Guardienne can’t take care of herself during her menstrual cycles, but it shows that Lance is very prominent in helping her if she needs help during these times.

Knowing all of this, it's easy to imagine how restless they can get when the other goes on a long mission. Usually when Guardienne goes on a mission, Lance is sent with her for safety purposes (how could anyone forget her tendency of getting hurt?), but there is the occasion where she's sent without him. Lance, of course, will worry about her the whole time she's gone; wondering if he should have pressured Huang Hua more to send him with her, fretting that she's already hurt and alone somewhere, hell - even worrying that she's alright but another man in a foreign land is trying to court her, regardless of if she's interested or not, but frankly he's not sure if he'd be more disturbed if she is into romancing another man or of she isn't but is living through that forced experience anyways. Goodness so many things he doesn't know while she's gone!

When he's not worrying about her, he might be spending his time restlessly trying to distract himself. His partner is gone for an amount of time in which he only has a rough idea, so he’s left without anyone close to him to hang out with. Suddenly he finds that he’s very bored very often... He’ll occupy himself with work, basically; starting from the most important daily things and continuing until he retires for the night or until he’s done every task possible until there’s basically nothing left to do for the day. In the case where the Obsidian guard has basically nothing else to do in terms of daily tasks, he’ll take to planning things, or scheduling, or re-scheduling, or gathering information from other Obsidians, or running errands for Huang Hua, taking on extra missions, taking on a mission that will send him away for as long as she’s away, anything to keep himself busy. Mathieu has proven a bit helpful in these times - the young human is almost always happy to spend time training or just hanging out with Lance - but, of course, he’s not always available, and Lance can’t spend all his time with one person who’s not his partner. He does get a bit fed up with others once in a while after spending too long around them.

At night, or at times where he would usually find himself curled up with Guardienne, he’ll pacify his drowning ache to feel her in his arms by digging through her clothing drawer and taking a few items that smell like her to curl up with instead. He’ll bury his face in his partner’s pillow and sleep on her side of the bed, sometimes even taking her pillow - or a pillow in general - and placing one of her stronger scented shirts over it to hold close to him at night so he can breathe in her scent as he sleeps. Guardienne has come back to this sight many times - it’s quite adorable to find Lance passed out on her side of the bed, laying on her pillow with her shirt on another pillow clenched tightly in his arms. On the topic of clothing; he won’t wear her clothing, but he may keep a shirt or coat of hers over his shoulder in the daytime as he walks around their room - never doing as such outside of the room, though. When he’s outside of their room he’s distracting himself from her existence by working himself, but when he’s inside their room he’s indulging in her scent and memories until her fateful return. He makes sure to keep what happens outside his room versus inside his room separate.

When she finally returns she’ll be flooded with affection and attention like she wouldn’t believe, specifically being held captive in his arms for countless hours when they have time alone together as Lance does his best to express how much he truly enjoys her company and misses her when she’s gone.

Guardienne has a tendency to do very similar things when Lance leaves on a long mission; working herself more, sleeping on his side of the bed, taking other missions. However, she has friends that she hangs out with a bit more when he's gone. She certainly makes time to hang around them in general - she knows how to balance her relationships - but since Lance is gone, all her social time is now spent with her friends. Of course, that changes when night falls and she retires to her room, remembering that she's now alone until Lance's eventual return. Guardienne doesn't really like sleeping alone after so many nights with the warm dragon, but she's found ways to counter the cold loneliness that overtakes her. Like mentioned before, she’ll sleep on his side of the bed, burying her face in his pillow to drink in his scent, but she also has a tendency to dig through his shirt drawer and wear one of his stronger smelling shirts when she’s alone or as she sleeps. Throughout the day - when she finds herself missing his presence even more so - she’ll make a point of keeping anything he gifted around her more. Any jewelry, trinkets, ornaments, gems - basically anything he gave her - will be kept around her to ward off loneliness. She’ll also wear clothing he gifted her, and then wear one of his shirts over that. However, once again, those habits are usually restricted to inside the room. She’ll wear gifted jewelry and clothing in public, but that’s the extent of it.

Her reaction when Lance returns isn't too far off of his reaction upon her return, except when he finally relieves her of loneliness she'll throw herself onto him and kiss him in a passionate, desperate manner. Only in private though. If she meets him in public - at the gates of the guard, or something - she'll throw herself into his arms and embrace him in a tight hug before likely trailing him all the way back to their room to help him settle back in. Either way, the first night they spend together in a long time will be an endless night filled with heated touches and lustful whispers.

These were quite fun to write, so I hope you like them as much as I do! Since these are general relationship headcanons, I still have more that I could write about. There’s so many different aspects to relationships that it’s hard to run out of thing to write, haha. Happy to write a part 3 if anyone would like to request. 😊

Also happy to write a scenario on their aggressive cuddling, although I may do that as a special un-requested scenario anyways. (Perhaps as a 100, 200, 300 followers thank you sort of thing. I nearing 200 now and I want to do something special eventually 😉)

Have a request? Ask them here!

But first, please read the rules list for asks!

[peachy-cream-writer]

Cuddly S/O - Mammon - Levi - Beel - Belphie

Warnings ~ none (^ - ^)

This is my first piece of writing and I hope you enjoy it, I certainly loved making it - especially for these cuties! (๑>◡<๑)

Mammon

❀ He would never admit it

❀ EVER

❀ But this cute boy loves his cuddles

❀ He adores it when you surprise him by putting yourself in his lap and nuzzling against his chest.

❀ His brothers tease him about his soft side for you, and of course his own lack of acceptance towards it

❀ Mammon’s favourite place to cuddle with you is definitely in your own rooms, that way he can be lovey dovey with you in a more secret sense

❀ Whenever you come over to his room he sets up heaps of blankets and pillows so that you can spend the whole time snuggling with eachother

❀ It kills him every time you fall asleep whilst cuddling him, you just look so adorable

❀ But then there are also times where he falls asleep whilst you, his mouth is slightly open, soft snores leaving his lips as he growls and mutters in his dreams

❀ But if you pet his hair and keep holding him close, he will feel like he’s had the best nap ever

Leviathan

❀ Levi loves cuddles but he’s kinda shy about it, similar to Mammon he doesn’t exactly brag about his love for cuddling

❀ But when you wrap him up in a cosy cuddle, arms around his chest or waist, head buried in the crook of his neck or torso

❀ His heart melts and his cheeks glow red

❀ Since then he always demands cuddles in private

❀ But he absolutely adores it when you cuddle him whilst he’s playing his new favourite game

❀ You’ll lay in his lap, nuzzled close to him whilst he sits with a heavy blush on his cheeks, eyes trying to stay focused on the screen

❀ Which isn’t very easy when you’re being so cute

❀ Lets just say you’re often the reason he looses certain levels, your cuteness is too Over powered in his words

Beelzebub

❀ Beel is the softest giant 🥺

❀ Your cuddles mean the world to him, they hold as much value as food to him

❀ Beelzebub loves all of your cuddles, no matter how they come, he just craves your affection

❀ Sometimes you’ll wrap your arms around his waist and pull yourself into his strong back, nuzzling your head on the soft muscles

❀ Othertimes you curl up into his arms and doze off in his strong grip

❀ His arms are perfect for cuddles, especially if you like being held close

❀ Sometimes Beel has you on his lap, legs straddling his, arms wrapped around his chest, head either buried in the crook of his neck or snuggled against his chest. All as he has a few snacks.

❀ Those kind of cuddles are especially his favourite

❀ Usually Beel is the big spoon

❀ But when he’s in a sad mood he’s more than happy to let you dote on him, pressing kisses to his pretty hair as you stroke his cheek and let him fall asleep against you

Belphegor

❀ Aww this sleepy baby adores nighttime cuddles

❀ Sometimes you’ll curl up in his arms and let yourself drift off into dream land, your own arms attached firmly around Belphies waist

❀ Belphegor seems to be the type who adores being a little spoon often

❀ Much like his brother he does like being doted on now and then

❀ You gladly agree, often times letting him snuggle in your arms

❀ Even Beel has caught you both curled up in eachothers arms, wrapped in a blanket burrito, squished togther in a warm cuddle

❀ He snapped the cute photo and sent it to you the second you woke up

[wolfs-hunt1]

Wolf Kisses 3

Pairing: Stucky x Shapeshifter reader

Word count: 1897

Warnings: none on this chapter, sorry for any typo.

A/N: ok ... I think I already know where I want this fic to go. I have currently 3 more chapters planned, but since I got stuck writing this (it covers only half of what I had planed for this specific chapter) I might take longer with the others. I’m just publishing this one like this because I feel like I’ve been stuck long enough and I might need a new perspective. I hope you all like it!

Tag lis is OPEN

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Part 2

You were in the communal kitchen, having breakfast with Bucky and Steve when Tony walks in and stops when he looks at you. he whistles slowly and looks between the two men.

"You go Capsicle, finally getting on with the times I see." he winks at them and slaps Bucky on the shoulder when he passes him on the kitchen, going in for the coffee pot to make himself a cup. This makes Steve choke on his coffee and a scowl to appear on Bucky's face.

"What is that supposed to mean, tin man?" Bucky grumbles, turning on his seat to look at Tony. Tony merely looks at the three of you and makes an obscene sign with his fingers, making a collective groan to leave you all.

"First of, eww, we're still eating!" you say "And second of, I'm still recovering from an injured leg, I don't think those activities are advisable." you sass back, looking at Tony's shocked face when you tell him you're the injured wolf the two super soldiers brought home.

"What? But…"

"Wolf got your tongue?" you are now openly laughing at his reaction, with Steve and Bucky snickering beside you. "By the way, I have some really strong words for you if you think I'll let you do any testing in me without me bitting back." you are glaring at him by the end of your sentence, making sure he knows you don't want any probes anywhere near you whatsoever.

"Will a bite from you make me turn?"

"I'm not a werewolf, I'm a shapeshifter."

"Sure thing Lupin, whatever you say." he picks his cup and leaves the kitchen, trowing that comment over his shoulder.

Tony didn't talked more to you that morning. But in the afternoon you did got a manila folder under Steve's door with information about your species, that Tony had collected from one of Shield's servers, along with a written note that a room would be prepared for you that same afternoon so you wouldn't have to sleep on Steve's couch. Yeah… like you had been doing that anyway. But maybe a room would be nice. You would be able to give them their space and you could have yours.

You have dinner alone with them in their apartment that night, and after, you are shown to your new room. There were some clothes set out for you, that seamed about your size, so you wouldn't need to keep wearing Steve's and Bucky's oversized shirts, although to be honest, they were quite comfortable.

You take your precious time in the bath that day, making sure you are thoroughly clean and relaxed before sleeping on some clothes and flopping belly up on the bed, just staring at the ceiling. The soft shadows caused by the lights from the buildings outside made the room appear cold, dark, and empty. Made you feel alone. When did you stop feeling like you were alone in the first place? You had barely noticed it… but now that it was missing, you craved it once more.

You didn't want cold and dark and alone.

You wanted toasty warm, and cuddly. You wanted the comfort both men provided without really asking it of them. You wanted the security they gave and how they made you feel like you didn't have to be alone ever again.

You get up and walk to the door before stopping abruptly. No. You couldn't. You had intruded on their lives enough already. And now you had your own room, and not even one excuse to go and see them. You were alone once more and you had to live with it. So you crawled back to bed and pulled the comforter atop your head, hiding underneath them to keep warm.

Your night was restless, you got little sleep, and had sore muscles from the lack of rest. Your eyes were still a bit puffy from the time you burst out crying with no idea what you were even crying about. Overall, you looked like a freshly crawled out of a grave zombie. That was plainly clear when Tony and Sam spent the entirety of breakfast teasing you.

"So… where's Steve and Bucky?" you ask, not having seen them yet that morning.

"Last I saw them was when we went on our morning run." answered Sam, between bites of his toast.

"FRIDAY, were are Capsicle and Barnes?" Tony quips from his seat, eyes never leaving his tabled and occasionally sipping his coffee.

You looked at him weirdly until a disembodied voice ranged all around you. "Captain Rogers and Sargent Barnes are currently on the training floor."

"What was that?" you ask a bit startled with the voice that came from thing air.

"That was the AI that powers this building. You can ask her anything if you ever need help around here. She'll also let you know what floors you have access to and what floors are off-limits." that could come in handy.

"Cool… do I have access to the training floor?" Tony merely hummed, and so you went back to finish your breakfast. Sam comes with you to the training room when you both finish breakfast, him going to the locker room first to change to something lighter than the sweater he was wearing.

You go ahead and open the door, the sound of flesh hitting flesh and grunting could be heard right away, the overpowering smell of the leather of the machines hitting your nose with the slight tang of sweat. You can see both men in a sparing mat, trowing and dodging punches right and left, with barely time to take a breath.

You don't want to distract them, so you lean against the wall, just watching them. Roling muscles expanding and coiling with each new movement an entrancing sight. Sam shows up a few minutes later, wearing a black t-shirt with the Avengers logo on it… subtle. He walks up to you and smiles.

"Do you spar?"

"Oh… not really. I only fight when others get too close for comfort. And even then I have sharp teeth and claws to help me out. Like this, " you point with a hand at your body, "I'm basically useless." he chuckles at you and nods at one of the punching bags.

"Care to help?" you nod, following him and grabbing the bag so it wouldn't move too much whenever he punched it. You could feel the strength of his punches traveling through the bag, and you could also tell he was holding back, maybe so he wouldn't make you fall down. "So… wolf girl. What's it like to live as a wolf?"

"It's thrilling. The rush I get when turning, when running or hunting, it's amazing. The power flowing through my veins, making me faster and stronger, making me be able to see better in the dark, and to ear and smell more enhanced than when I'm human? It's addictive really." you can see the fascinating in his eyes with every word you say, his focus on punching the bag slipping away so he could better hear your story. " But all extremely draining, the more time I spend as a wolf the weeker I progressively became, and if I get injured, my body can't even turn back."

"So like, you can only be a certain amount of hours turned?" he asks, resuming his punchings when he notices he had fully stopped his training to look at you.

"No, with experience, and by pushing my limits I get to extend that time. The most I've staying turned was about three weeks, it was during a blizzard, and honestly, being human in that situation would have killed me." a loud bang reverberates in the room, making the both of you look over to the two super soldiers. Steve was pinned to the ground, whit Bucky's metal arm in his throat pushing him to stay down while he straddled the blond's hips, also pinning his legs so he couldn't move.

"Ready to give up, Stevie?" Bucky taunted, leaning furder down to whisper something on his ear, making him shift his head softly to look in yours and Sam's direction before looking back at Bucky.

"I can do this all day." Steve manages to topple Bucky over and get the upper hand, pinning him now to the floor mats. Gripping Buckys arms to the side of his head, sitting on his thighs.

"Get a room you two." Sam throws at them, making you laugh at the light blushes on their faces when Steve helps Bucky up.

"No need to get jealous birdbrain, we can share you between us." Bucky quips back, just to rile up Sam. Your friendly bickering is stoped when Natasha walks in, with a serious face.

"Fury is calling all of us for a meeting. Now." she leaves the training room without waiting for an answer.

"(Y/N), why don't you go up to your room and order something for lunch from FRIDAY, we'll probably take a long while at the meeting." Sam leads you to the door, while the three of them go to the locker room to change before the meeting.

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Being cooped up in this fancy room wasn't your idea of fun. In fact, you've been living so long on the wild that being in this place as long as you have is starting to make you climb the walls. Almost literally.

Maybe you should have taken Sam's offer to throw some punches and let out some pent up anxiety. Maybe a walk outside would help you calm your nerves. You walk to the elevator and after some awkwardly pacing around, you speak up.

"FRIDAY, can you take me to the ground floor please?" you can feel the moment the elevator starts to move, and a short few minutes later the doors open up to a massive lobby. "Thank you." you step out and walk along the vast space, boots making some squeaky noises every few steps. The doorman tipped his hat at you and opened the door, bidding you farewell.

The air outside was warm, but the cool wind that was blowing felt refreshing on your skin. You pick a direction and start walking, not caring much about where you're going. The streets were busy, but no one really paied any attention to you, making you blend in naturally with the city.

You are so distracted by your own thoughts that the next thing you know you are walking at a park, the lush green canopies of the trees making the air cooler and more refreshing. You walk to a bench and sit there, looking at the small playground infront of it, watching the children playing.

You longed to be able to run as a wolf once more, but it wouldn't be smart to do it here, the bystanders would only call for the authorities and you would be shot on sight. So running freely would have to wait. You wondered how the meeting was going, what they were talking about, and if it involved you. You where living there rent-free after all, and with a questionable background to warrant you lots of questions about it, none of the superheroes were doing.

Taking a deep breath once again you decide to return to the tower, you had been away for far too long without having told anyone.

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Part 4

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[clonewarslover55]

hi! i was wondering if you could do a relationship hc’s for commander neyo please? my boi doesn’t get enough content. i love all your works btw! <3

Yessss!!!! I did Bacara here, now it’s time to do my other psycho hubby 

Commander Neyo relationship headcanons //SFW and NSFW//

SFW

If you even get Neyo to talk to you then you deserve a medal 

Neyo hardly ever talks, and if you piss him off he’ll probably spit in your face 

So be careful of what you say around this Commander. He isn’t the nicest 

If you do happen to get him to talk he won’t say much 

You learn he’s very interested in other species, so you talk about that with him

He doesn’t enjoy talking, so he’ll nod and other things to express himself 

When Neyo talks it’s mostly cuss words anyways 

When Neyo begins to like you, everyone knows immediately

Neyo will talk to you?? And you’re not a clone or his general?? Crazy.  

It’s still not a lot of words but it’s some 

It’s a lot of work to get into a relationship with Neyo, but it’s worth it 

You quickly pick up on his habits because he trusts you enough to allow you to follow him around

Neyo is pretty similar to Bacara, he works out a lot. But not in the same way 

Neyo runs instead of lifting a lot. 

He doesn’t go out for drinks or anything when he’s on leave 

So he runs. A lot. 

If you bug him enough about it he’ll eventually mess up his schedule and come to your home 

He’s obviously very OCD so it takes a lot of bugging to get him to come over

Neyo is fucking awkward at first. He just stands in the center of your living room looking around

You have to shove him to the couch and distract him by a holomovie or whatever 

He relaxes after a few minutes and eventually leans into your touch

Neyo is very awkward on the whole touching thing. He also doesn’t know anything about relationships either 

So it takes a while for him to be fully comfortable around you 

Neyo never came to your place unless you asked him to, but as your relationship progressed that changed 

After one particularly stressful mission he showed up at your house in full armor 

He basically moved in with you at this time. So you bought him comfy sleeping clothes 

Neyo will not admit that he loves the fuzzy socks or comfortable sweatpants 

It’s obvious though 

Neyo doesn’t flirt, but he shows off some. 

When he runs and you watch he makes sure to run extra fast, just simple things like that

When he basically moved in with you he’d wear the sweatpants and nothing else

The sweats were a little too tight they showed off his goods and very muscular legs

The asshole knows this and loves it when you stare at him. 

When he’s that comfortable around you he still hardly talks, he just doesn’t want to 

Neyo never takes you out anywhere unless it’s on a walk at nighttime. 

He always brings you to his favorite rooftop on the upper levels of Coruscant and watch the ships 

He’ll go to restaurants if you want him to, but he’ll be awkward and very very tense 

He hates being in public without his armor 

If he does go out in public with you he will always be touching you. He is very possessive 

This means he gets jealous easily. If someone looks at you or tries to touch you Neyo sees red 

Neyo will kill people over you and not bat an eye. 

Luckily for those pervs, you can relax your angry psycho boyfriend  

That’s why most of your dates are you two just relaxing on your couch 

You’ll have to climb onto him for him to cuddle you at first

He’s so touch starved that he doesn’t really know how to cuddle or anything 

You have to teach him how to relax and such when you lay on him

He ends up loving it 

Sometimes he’ll just pick you up and plop down so he can hold you 

Neyo seems like a hard ass but if you pout and give him puppy eyes he breaks 

It’s his weakness. 

Since he doesn’t talk much you learn his body language easily

It’s harder than it sounds 

Neyo really misses you when he’s away on missions, so he may comm you sometimes 

He’ll come back and just want cuddles because he missed you. 

It’s really sweet. If you say it’s sweet he will scowl at you. 

Neyo’s hair is a little longer than most clones, so he slicks it back 

It keeps it out of his face when he’s wearing his helmet 

He doesn’t slick it back when he’s on leave 

Neyo lets you play with his curly mess of black hair and he loves it 

He has more tattoos then the one on his face 

You made him stand naked in your bedroom while you examined his many scars and tattoos 

He had two sleeves that connect along his chest and back, all with some odd patterns 

The patterns somehow reminded you of death, in a weird way 

The pattern moves down his spine and splits down his lean hips, stopping at his V line

When you asked if the linked tattoos were pointing to his dick he just shrugged and smirked 

Neyo has an odd personality, much like Bacara’s

He can do something absolutely hilarious and keep a straight face 

Neyo doesn’t show too many facial expressions anyways, he’s very good at keeping a mask

If you make him smile it makes your day 

The asshole will mess with you. He loves teasing you in his own way 

You’ll ask him a serious question and shrug, his dark seemly soulless eyes shining 

Neyo doesn’t sleep well and doesn’t seem to like sleeping 

He has terrible nightmares, mostly plagued by his own thoughts 

Neyo really enjoys killing, he enjoys the control.

 He would never hurt you but he still worries. 

He sleeps better with you in his arms, or with his head on your chest 

He’ll still wake up in a cold sweat some nights and will flinch at your touch 

It takes a minute to get him to relax but eventually he’ll calm down 

He just curls up against you, shaking slightly, while you whisper sweet nothings to him

Neyo never thought he could ever show so much weakness, but he loves you 

He’ll probably say it first, like right out of the blue 

When his gruff voice says the three words your heart nearly stops with joy 

Neyo may seem soulless to many, but to you he’s your cuddly lover

NSFW

Help him. He is so awkward 

You have to show him and teach him the first few times 

Once he relaxes and memorizes your body(Very quickly) He doesn’t need anymore teaching 

Once he’s more confident he’ll fuck your brains out 

Neyo is into rough sex, like very into it 

You learn he’d rather fuck you hard that you can’t move than to run. It’s his new favorite exercise

Neyo seemed very dominant at first, he was so primal about it 

You quickly learned that if you tried hard enough you could flip the positions 

He loves wrestling with you for the dominant role, it becomes foreplay for you two 

You two rarely have those slow and soft intimate nights, unless he’s feeling tired or needy 

If you ask though, giving him the pouty face and eyes, he’ll do whatever you want

No matter how hard you two fuck, he’s still making you cum as much as he can 

He loves watching you as you cum, he especially enjoys the noises 

Neyo isn’t the biggest fan of quickies, but he���ll do them

Neyo will totally do public sex. He wants everyone to know how much pleasure he gives you 

Neyo will tease the fuck out of you in so many differnet ways 

He loves the noises you make so he’ll tease for as long as he pleases 

His self control is fucking nuts 

You didn’t know Neyo was kinky until the night you came home and he was sitting on your bed, naked, and holding a few lengths of soft fabric 

He loves to tie you up. 

Neyo also loves choking and spanking, you learned that the hard way

You also learned that Neyo is very into anal, as a surprise of course 

He won’t ever bring up his kinks but he’ll do whatever you want 

Neyo will fill out your deepest darkest desires. He whispered this to you once and it nearly killed you 

Neyo doesn’t dirty talk but he growls deeply, he’s very vocal with his groans and growls 

It’s really hot actually 

If he ever mumbles your name or some words, his voice is extra gruff from not being used often. The tone is hot as fuck. 

If he says a word to you during sex you’ll probsbly cum immediately 

Neyo will mark the fuck out of you. He bites and nips, he wants everyone to know that he controls your pleasure 

He’ll make you go to work sometimes with your thighs still covered in his cum 

Neyo is Very very possessive.

If he ever draws blood with his bites he’ll lick it off. He has a big blood kink 

I mentioned how he shows off with the too tight sweatpants? Well….

He’ll sit in a man spread and pat his thigh. He loves watching you ride his muscular thigh 

Neyo has very muscular and powerful legs. If you trace his leg muscles he tenses and shivers as lighting bolts of pleasure shoot straight to his cock

If you trace his tattoos or scars he melts, he loves it. 

Worship his body then dom him, he loves it. He’ll moan louder than ever if he’s being ridden or pegged/dick downed.

If you mention your sex life to anyone else you don’t even know what he’d do

It’s strictly between the two of you(Unless y'all sometimes have a friend or two over if that’s your thing)

Neyo always surprises you with what he’ll do 

He woke you up one time by giving you oral 

His mouth is incredibly talented, he made you forget your name with just his tongue 

If you give him oral prepare for him to fuck your face 

He’ll use you as his personal fuck toy unless he’s tied down 

He secretly loves being teased till he nearly begs. He never begs by the way, you’ll get a snarl 

You begging on the other hand? He fucking loves it 

If you say his name, call him commander, or call him sir then you better be ready to be fucked extra hard 

Neyo is a little weird about aftercare

He wants you covered in his sweat and cum as you fall asleep in his arms 

He wants you marked for as long as possible 

You can talk him into a shower with you though, he really enjoys those 

No matter what, you’re falling asleep in the embrace of you big “Mean” cuddly commanders arms 

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[1zashreena1]

Trading Trauma -13

18+, m/f, technically OCxDiego Jimenez [Power]

Summary:  They share the rough stuff while trying to figure out how to be gentle with each other. And an antagonist?

WARNINGS: Ridiculous descriptions and ‘the code is more like guidelines’ outlook on grammar. Is it OOC if the character was given essentially zero development in canon???

Detailed discussion of abuse in all forms- Physical-Mental-Emotional-Verbal*** SERIOSULY HEED THIS WARNING Anxiety attacks, vague hinting at mental-behavioral health disorders, plus size woman+fit man, This one is all feels and 

I Am So Sorry.

A/N:  Princess took on a life of her own and has essentially become an OC. There are infrequent mentions of her description (specifically as plus size) and her actual name in later pieces (its Bicki). She started as self-insert so she looks like me (plus size, white, short, blue eyes, curly hair). If that is not your thing, I totally understand. And do not feel obligated to read this, I will not be offended!

I’m not a fan of “plot” so be aware that most of this series is just meandering through their relationship, angst-fluff-smut whiplash style. But with dick jokes.

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I believe gif came from @girlpornparadise​ 

Its a Friday like any other and Bastian picks you up like always. Only, something is wrong. You can tell because Bastian is silent; absolutely, completely, dead silent.

"So," You try from the passenger seat, "What the fuck is going on that you don't want to tell me?" Its raining and everything in New York is shaded in tones of gray. The gray buildings pass by, people in gray coats with gray umbrellas trudge along the sidewalk, even this SUV is gray. It still has new car smell. What happened that he bought a new SUV?

A muscle tics in Bastian's jaw as he tenses under your attention. Pale green eyes dart to you, then back to the road. Finally, Bastian speaks, "Alicia was here today." 

Your jaw drops. "What? Why? Is he okay?" Your immediate concern is Diego, both his physical safety and his mental well-being. Bastian's silence is an obvious negative. After staring at him for an indeterminate amount of time and receiving no further details you go back to the windshield. "We can order food later, just take me to him."

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Diego is stationed on the sectional when you arrive, working on his laptop. Bastian places your bag just inside the penthouse then retreats back into the elevator. That's never a good sign.

Diego looks up and smiles, its blindingly gorgeous and your heart stutters. The laptop gets dumped to the side in favor of grabby hands going for your curves. You climb into his lap, knees outside his hips, loop your arms around his neck, and fold him down into your softness. With a huge sigh, Diego melts into you.

"Princess. Missed you." His rumble is soft and quiet against your neck. He wraps you up tighter and squeezes your squishy middle. "Stay. Please." What started as an order ended as a plea in under two words. 

You stroke over his hair, kissing his forehead and nodding gently. "I'm here, baby. Are you okay?" The likelihood of getting a straight answer is slim but you have to ask. You need him to know that you care, that you want to take care of him. 

He nods into your neck and settles further. Apparently this is where I sit now. His breathing is normal, he doesn't flinch or jump wherever you pet him, and his clothing is in place. As far as you can tell, he is physically well. The only thing out of place here is his hidden face.

He is surprisingly cuddly in private, your Murder Panther rather enjoys petting, but he has never hidden from you. Its concerning, especially in conjunction with Bastian's hushed announcement in the car. 

"What do you need me to do?" You keep your voice even and quiet because you're not sure how upset he really is. Broad shoulders shrug under you, he seems almost defeated. You try a different tact and ask, "Okay, when did you last eat?" 

"Dish mornin." Diego mumbles into your skin like a kid. In truth, he is like a large child a lot of the time. He gets easily distracted by activity and is frequently lost in whatever task happens to be most interesting to him at that exact moment. He fidgets minutely under you, a tiny bit of his normal reaction to your presence is evident. 

You turn to smirk into his cheek, "I meant food, but if that's what you need, well, it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make." His deep chuckle shakes your entire body. "Where's my phone? Lemme order dinner before you go after dessert."

Diego pulls your phone out of the back pocket of your jeggings and passes it to you, then replaces it with a huge hand. You laugh but proceed to order from that steakhouse you like in Brooklyn.

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By the time dinner has been completed Diego is relaxed and loose-limbed, sprawled on his back across your lap in the corner of the sectional. He is still quiet, but if you keep both hands on your tablet a little too long he makes his displeasure known with a growly whine. You’ve been absent-mindedly petting him for some time when you decide to try again.

"So, can I do anything to help you? Listen? Massage? Cuddle? Err, cuddle more intensely?" You don't look at him in an attempt to not make him uncomfortable. 

Diego heaves a sigh and holds your hand flat to his chest. You can feel his heart, its picking up speed and you feel a little guilty. He licks his lips and finally speaks, "Alicia was waiting for me when we came back from a meeting this morning. She has been questioning my books. I suppose she doubts my math." Diego waves a dismissive hand in the air.

You have seen this man complete statistical mathematical analysis in his head, everyone knows his math isn't a problem. 

"Um. First of all, no. Secondly, n-o-o-o." You draw the word out in your sarcasm and Diego snorts with amusement. "Why do you think she was really here?" You ask soberly.

"It is the math. I need to redistribute my surplus. What is that saying? Use it or lose it?" Diego looks up at you from under raised brows, waiting for you to confirm or correct his language. 

That is fucking adorable. Your chest tightens with his easy familiarity with you and his trust that you have his back in all things, even something as small as a possible mistranslation. You nod in confirmation, but also need some clarification. "So, help me understand here, you have a surplus of what? Profit?" 

Diego nods succinctly. "Technically, it is a deficit of expenses. However, the expenses are paid out of the profits, so I simply hadn't moved the profit surplus into the expense account, which would have highlighted the cost deficit. I attempted to not draw any undue attention to it, but that failed. I must find somewhere to funnel the excess money that would not arouse suspicion."

It takes you a minute to process that whole thing. Diego watches you mentally work through it with amused patience. You now have more questions than answers. "Okay, wait. Rewind further back. Why do you have extra money? Are you not spending as much?"  What is happening? 

"It is two folds," Diego holds up a hand with one finger raised, you don't bother correcting him this time, "I am not consuming my own product, therefore selling more and netting more profits." He raises a second finger and continues, "I am spending substantially less on incidental costs. Not so many bottles or strippers or whatever. So saving more." 

He stares at his own raised fingers in bemusement before muttering thoughtfully, "Julio always led me to believe that women are expensive to keep but you have been saving me money. Hmm." He glances up at you with a small smile, tentative and cautious, so very not Diego-like. 

Your shrug is exaggerated, but your flush is not. "Glad I could help? I mean, its my fault this extra money is sitting around, so its my fault she noticed and then came here. I'm sorry, baby." Sometimes when you open your mouth everyone goes on a surprise trip, including you. It wasn't meant to turn self-deprecating, but here you are. You really do feel guilty. My presence has altered his lifestyle and its a problem.

The worry must be obvious on your features because Diego catches it immediately. He rushes to soothe you, "No, Princess. I chose to do these things, or rather to not. You have done nothing wrong. I would rather have you and this problem than to not have you and not this." His right hand comes up to cradle your cheek and direct your gaze down to him. Those beautiful brown eyes are molten, fierce with some emotion you don't want to analyze. It still fucks you up.

You swallow hard and lick your lips, "So what do we do?" Diego follows the path of your tongue with his thumb while his lips curl up in pleasure at your choice of wording. The way he looks at you sometimes, like he might try to move heaven and earth for you, it hurts. You can't decide if you like it or not.

"We must spend the money." He winks at you. "I will invest some and hide it in offshore accounts. If anything happens it will come to you." His air of finality is chilling.

Looking him over, you can feel tears welling up. "I don't want the money. I mean, don't get me wrong, I enjoy being spoiled, because duh. But if I have to make some ultimate choice between money or Murder Panther?" Your hands fling around with impassioned gesticulation. 

Diego chuckles, "What does," he imitates your sharp movements, "mean, Princess?" His eyes sparkle with the city lights twinkling in through the windows, but so far he is succeeding in suppressing his smile.

"It means, you know!" You flail your hands around faster, as if that will make your point. 

Diego does it back faster, so you interject with even faster movements, and Diego rebuts the same way until you grab his hands to stop him. The both of you dissolve into almost hysterical giggles.

He uses your joined hands to pull your forehead down to his. You can see a dizzying array of emotions swirling in his eyes, its breathtaking. His breathing hitches, brows draw down, and then his eyes close. 

"Baby." You sigh, cupping his cheeks gently, "What?" The question is soft, tentative. He doesn't release the hold on your wrists, but allows you enough space to pet him minutely. 

"When I have you here it blocks out everything else." Long fingers spasm on your forearms as Diego pauses to drag in a ragged breath, he continues, "I want to keep you here."

I don't know what to say. You're dumbfounded. "What? What does that mean?"  Your voice has shrunk down to a quavering whisper.

Diego opens his eyes to look up at you and they are deep enough for drowning. "You are coddling me and I like it. I want you here every day. Give me this whenever I want it." He whispers roughly. Diego studies your form as though committing your features to memory. "You should," that raspy voice hesitates and Diego grips your arms tighter, "You should quit your job and move in with me."  He stares up at you in complete sincerity. 

You're trying to keep it together. Diego is the one who had a bad day here. You're supposed to be helping him, not having your very own freak out. Think rationally about this. He isn’t here all the time, sometimes he's in LA. I'm not hot enough to be a trophy wife. What would I do all day? Just help him? Wouldn't that just be a different job? Oh my god, if I say yes to this… what if he asks me to go to LA? What if--

"PRINCESS!" Diego's bark cuts through your mental tornado and you blink back to awareness. He is still in your lap, cupping your jaw in one giant hand, while he watches you silently freak the fuck out. 

"I'm sorry," you gasp, "I didn't mean to just. Just. Zone out." Your breathing is shallow and you can feel your heart racing. 

Diego just watches you, unreadable. You glance down at him then look away. One of the coffee mugs is missing from the tree. Must be in the dishwasher.

"Hey." That rumble is soft and you cannot ignore it. Your eyes shoot down to his again, then away, and you shake your head 'no' minutely. Diego shifts to sit up (Via only abdominal muscles, your entire pelvis helpfully informs you) but keeps a hand on you. He sits back into the corner of the sectional and beckons to you. When you move toward him Diego spins you so your back is to his chest while you sit in his lap.

He wants to maintain contact but not overwhelm me by being in my face. I wonder if he’s been researching again.

Its enough to crack your heart open a little.

His long legs bracket your hips and you smile fondly, it reminds you of all the times spent in the jacuzzi tub. Diego rests his prickly chin on your left shoulder, wraps huge hands around your middle, and just sits there. Your hands pet over his thighs, his knees, then inward to cover the grip on your rounded stomach. 

"Logically," you clear your throat, "I know you don't mean it this way. But. I, well, I basically gave up my entire self once before and, as you know, it did not go well." Your voice is clear but soft as you continue, "You're not him. You are so very not him. But I still have… scars." Your hands are shaking noticeably so you stuff them under his. Diego laces his fingers with yours and steadies you.

"You never told me what he did to you. I want to know everything about you, Princess. Let us make a deal, huh?" Diego is always just a little bit greedy and you can only respect that as a fellow hedonist.

Tilting your head to the left, you lean your cheek against his nose, then answer warily, "I'm listening…"  You can feel Diego's smirk.

"I will tell you what happened when I was little and you will tell me what happened during that 'relationship'. An even exchange." He stares at you from a few centimeters away and you return the calculating look from the corner of your eye.

Your lips purse while you consider, then offer a caveat, "Only if I can write it out and not speak it." You turn to face him fully. He looks so… soft.

Diego licks his lips, "Deal. Now kiss." 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You write out everything you can remember from your ex.

How no one was allowed to know you existed, you could have no title, that it wasn't a 'relationship' despite living together for eight years. 

You worked full time, you cooked, you cleaned, you kept a household budget even when it meant emptying your savings account to pay for his bankruptcy filing. 

The way you paid all the bills but your name was only listed on the lease, the three cases of beer you had to buy every week no matter how tight money was for groceries, you weren't permitted to hang anything on the walls so your ex could cover them with posters of girls half your size. 

You kept your hair dyed strawberry blonde because that was what he liked, because then he would touch you without sneering. The other girls you poached for him to sleep with instead of you. How you were supposed to be grateful that a man would even deem to fuck you at your size.

The wake up call when you argued back the first time after all those years. How he had backed you up to the top of the steep stairs in your second floor apartment and then loomed over you. The way you teetered on the precipice before diving under one of his arms and escaping to the bathroom, the only door with a lock.

How one day while he was at work you stuffed everything that would fit into your car and just left. The way you had to start over from scratch with no credit history or savings. The court proceedings for the restraining order, that you had to recount everything in front of your family, a judge, and the ex himself.

. . . . .

You don't realize how badly your hands are shaking until Diego takes the tablet from them. He sets it down on the neighboring cushion and locks the screen dark before turning back to you. Those huge arms wrap around your middle, on top of your own arms hugging yourself, and pull your back flush to his chest. You ponder his largeness; his thighs are as long as your arms, the stupefyingly huge hands and feet are an endless source of fascination, the biceps are your favorite pillow. You grin dumbly. 

"What?" Even at a whisper his voice vibrates deep in your chest. Its not especially deep, but its so rough, it almost reminds you of a cat tongue. Diego watches your face from an inch away.

Left shoulder raising in a lazy shrug, you sigh, "I love sleeping next to you. And I don't like sharing a bed with anyone." You blush a bit with the confession, but its true. "I feel safe with you even though realistically I know it should feel the opposite. You won't hurt me and you won't let anyone else either." Its a direct contrast to what you were just writing about and you say it with absolute conviction. 

"Of course not! But, but if I do, accidentally obviously, you will tell me?" Diego sounds simultaneously aghast and condescending but not at all offended by your acknowledgement of his potential danger. Amazing.

You turn to face him and lean your forehead against his. Diego sighs softly and squeezes you tighter. "I mean, I might write it, but yeah." 

He makes that adorable scrunchy-thinky face that you love before announcing, "I'll allow it."

Your eyes roll fondly as you sigh, "Oh good. So glad that meets your approval."  His sly smile is mesmerizing. 

"So. Are you gonna read that or…?" You glance down to the tablet then back up at him. "No, wait," you interject before his open mouth can start making noise, "Tell me yours first. Please." You turn solemn as you consider how bad this might be. Watching his face gives you a hint; his forehead smooths and his eyes shutter while soft lips turn down at the corners. Its his poker face, he is hiding from you.

Diego clears his throat quietly and looks away before he begins, "Our mother died when I was young, before I started school. My Lita said she committed suicide, apparently she was depressed after I was born. Alicia blamed me." 

You knew he had grown up without a mom, all of his delighted reactions to your own mother knowing and hearing about him had suddenly made a hell of a lot more sense when he told you. And you already knew that he was close with his grandmother, Lita, that she had looked out for him. And now much of Alicia's behavior made sense, too.

"My earliest memory of Alicia is at age twelve for her. By that point she had convinced our father that it was my fault. I was four the first time he hit me with a belt. The buckle, of course." Diego's jaw grinds, you can see his right eye twitch. You want to reach out to him but he probably won't tolerate it right now. He frequently misreads sympathy for pity. I'm starting to understand why.

"When I was eight she said to get in the car, I was allowed to go to the grocery store with her. The nearest was the next town to the east. Halfway there she pulled over and told me to get out, then she left. A neighbor driving home from the store saw me and took me to Lita. I do not know how long I was out there but I was very hungry." Here Diego pauses and swallows, "Lita said I ate a pound of beans." His wry smile is bitter. 

Brown eyes turn to you, his face is closed and guarded at first. You keep your mouth shut and just look at him. Slowly but surely, Diego's big body relaxes behind you, his eyebrows flatten and his lips soften. 

"When I was ten she pushed me through an open window. He beat me with the metal frame from the broken screen. At twelve I burnt one of the kitchen cabinets trying to make food before they got home. It was a rake that time. Thirteen was a microwave, I did not know about the thing with aluminum foil so it sparked and it was ruined. Also, I somehow got a video tape tangled in the VCR, I have no idea how. I begged my friend not to leave, father would not do anything until we were alone. It only made it worse." You can't take it anymore, your right hand comes up to his far shoulder and strokes up to cup his jaw. 

Diego turns toward you, rests his forehead into your neck, then proceeds to give you more. "I was sixteen when father staged the coup and killed his uncle to take over the cartel. He and Alicia sent me on 'errands'. I learned that these were suicide missions when I turned nineteen. Each time I came home fucked up but alive they were furious. Every time the cartel experienced a setback Alicia convinced everyone it was my fault, that I somehow ruined everything I was given." The seismic effect of his voice has shrunk in correlation to his volume. You can clearly tell that this is the time period when Alicia cemented into his mind that he was a total fuckup. 

Rough beard sears your skin as Diego raises his head to rub a cheek on you. You shudder and fist his shirt in your hand. With a deep sigh he goes on, "I was twenty-two when I made my first deal with a cousin. It took three years but we arranged for a rival outfit to give information to the DEA and they took our father away. Alicia decided this was her chance to take over everything but the men did not all take her seriously as a woman. Thus, she finally had a use for me and so here I am still."

You lean into him, rubbing back. Diego is the first and only person with whom you have actively wanted and enjoyed cuddling. He always smells good to you, even when he should probably shower you still like to bury your nose in his hair and breathe deep. Its gotta be pheromones. 

"She doesn’t know that you made that deal, does she?" You question cautiously, wary of upsetting him. He shakes his head 'no' and brushes fleeting kisses up your neck to your cheek. You take it one step farther, "So could you potentially take over everything by yourself?"

Diego pauses to meet your gaze, his head cocks to the side just the tiniest bit. "Do… do you want me to do that?" His voice is hesitant, cautious even. 

"No." You whisper softly. "I just want you safe. As safe as possible. And I know you'll be safer if she is out of your life." Your smaller hands cup his jaw through their own volition, thumbs stroking over the silver patches in his goatee. Plunging straight into the deep end, you offer an alternative, "Or, if that isn't a viable option, maybe you could quote-unquote 'retire'?" You study his beautiful face as his eyes unfocus while he digests your words. His brow furrows and he purses his lips in concentration. 

"That is worth some deliberation, Princess." Diego admits. Then, with a visible shake, he comes back to the topic at hand. "But now, it is your turn. Turn back, huh? I'll read this." Big hands move you around like a ragdoll and you melt a little inside, I wonder if he could just carry me like a baby all day.

You snuggle back into thick torso and sigh with pleasure. Yes, you're still anxious about this but you trust Diego more. Knees drawing up, you hide in your thighs, he only squeezes you tighter. You can hear him picking up the tablet and. And.

Breathe. Just breathe. My jeggings are soft, the couch is slightly fuzzy, his pants are silky, the blanket is plush. I'm here, with Diego, right now. Safe. You practice the grounding techniques that have worked in the past while he reads silently. His stillness is killing you slowly.

Finally, the tablet goes back to the cushion and the second hand comes back to you. Diego grips your stomach tightly before speaking, "Princess. You understand that you are beautiful, yes? I said I love you because I meant it. You. Just like this. Round and soft and thick. With your glasses and your big dark eyes and these curls in so many shades of brown and silver. Smart, sarcastic, funny, ballsy. You are shrewd and sneaky, that's sexy!" He chuckles a bit and you laugh raggedly, trying to hold back tears. 

"But," he continues in a milder tone, "I understand why you were unnerved earlier. I did not mean to absorb you, or, or erase you. I only want to take care of you. Spoil you how you deserve it. You understand?" That dark voice directly in your ear is incredibly distracting, and then the words register in your consciousness. 

"I, I mean I understand but I don't get it. You know?" Your voice is raspy, you're so tired deep in your soul. This is everything you never allowed yourself to dream of and you're not entirely sure that maybe you aren't in a coma somewhere hallucinating all of this. It certainly feels real, you snort to yourself as you pet over Diego's muscled arms. 

Nuzzling into your neck, he sighs deeply, "Oh, I do. You have no criminal record, you rescue tiny baby animals, I have seen you buy food for other people when their card declines, you sort recycling, woman." Here he laughs wryly and you join him. You see his point, you're both from very different backgrounds and from the outside probably don't seem like a good fit. But still…

"Most of my insecurities come from my size and the way that has influenced other people's demeanor toward me. You have never behaved like that, you always treated me just like all other women. It's both confusing and freeing. Like, at times I don't know how to behave but other times I just run with it." Your confession comes out evenly and sounds logical. Huh, maybe I'm finally getting over some of this.

Diego hums thoughtfully from where he is pressed into your cheek. "And you have always treated me like a person, not a bank or just a good time. Or a path to power." His voice is raspy and low, full of emotion. "As though my feelings mattered. Even that first night. You regarded me as an equal." You chuckle with the memory of forcing him to come to you in the club when you first met. His dimpled smile of delight still has the same effect on you. Recalling the morning after when he wasn't at all fazed upon seeing you while sober and well-lit fills you with warmth, too.

Diego goes on, oblivious to your musings, "I want to take care of you as a partner, not take you over. I want you just as you are, I wouldn't have taken you home, or texted you later, or invited you back if I didn't. I will share everything with you. I have kept you from the business for your own safety, but I, but if, if you want to see or learn, I know you would be an exceptional addition. It would change your life drastically and I did not want to make that decision for you; that would not end well."

You can hear the restrained hope in his words. His serious consideration of leaving the business for you is a revelation. He really and truly wants to share his life with you; to make a life together, not simply add you to his own as an accessory. He values your input and observations but doesn't want to put you in a precarious or dangerous situation. Being with him like this already does that. I'm already in this far, I'm IN LOVE WITH HIM.

"I want to think about it. I can't lie, of course I like the idea of being taken care of, not having to worry about things. But I still need to be my own individual, not a dependent, you know?" Its easier when you can't see him, you're less likely to shutdown and go nonverbal. Diego clearly understands this, and therefore you. Its new and novel and comforting and terrifying. 

With a kiss to your cheek he leans back a bit to whisper, "That is understandable and reasonable. I have been doing research, reading on normal relationships and not so normal women. I have never done any of this before.  But know this: Everything I have, everything I am, is yours, Princess. My wealth, my connections, my power, me, my heart, this dick, all yours."

You snort through tears, "That's like a fucking hallmark card, baby." It hurts underneath your ribs, Is this what love is supposed to feel like or am I doing it wrong? He's certainly doing it right. You giggle unevenly before amending, "Except for the dick. That is all Diego."

His laugh is deep and soft. "I have never bought a card in my life. Is that really what they're like?" He asks incredulously. Your enthusiastic nod only makes him laugh harder, the hoarseness of it giving way to wheezing. "That is horrible!"

"I know!" You crow and then collapse back into him in helpless guffaws. Diego wheezes into your hair, grabbing your hands and holding tight. 

"But," he pauses to giggle briefly, "But, can we try? Will you at least consider more for me? I wasn't sure when to tell you, but... we are going to split the territory and the duties. I am going to stay here, in New York, full time." Diego declares haltingly, his voice quavers with the fear of rejection. "You can come here whenever you wish and I'll be able to reach you in two hours on any day. I want to be as close to you as possible, close for you."

You turn around slowly, openly gawking at him. His big brown eyes are wet, he blinks furiously and licks his lips in apprehension. This dangerous, powerful, stunning man is afraid of your refusal.

 "You… I. I don't know what. That's. No one has ever…" you trail off and gesture vaguely. Your question is thick with shock, "You're rearranging your life for me?"

Diego shrugs half-heartedly. "You are my priority,  Princess. I don't want a life without you. Please tell me that is ok-kay." His voice hitches. For this man that is practically begging. 

You can feel your throat closing up, its all you can do to nod and throw yourself into his arms. That big body sags with relief as Diego crushes you to him. Burrowing into his neck, you choke out fiercely, "I love you, Diego Jimenez." 

His choppy sigh, the soft, "Te amo, Princess." It all shatters you apart. When the pieces come back together again its Diego who fits them into place, Diego who holds you together, Diego who tries to set you free to thrive on your own terms. 

This is like the most ridiculously lovesick puzzle in the universe. Fucking feelings.

[dine-on-darling]

The Feeling of Being Full

It’s my babe Beelzebub’s turn to get a taste of Darling~

Soft, safe vore, similar size, willing prey

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Out of all the demon brothers, Darling found that Beelzebub was the most comfortable to lie on top of.

Darling flipped another page of her book, bouncing her foot idly on the bed behind her. Her whole body fit snuggly on top of Beel’s massive frame. Not only was he a solid two feet taller than her, but all the muscle he accumulated made him a certified giant compared to her. So she could prop herself up on the middle of his chest easily without slipping off to either side, the surface solid and warm underneath her, her weight on top of him wasn’t even something for him to blink at; the demon himself contently scrolling through the D.D.D held above his face, one hand on her back to ensure she was stable.

Hanging out like this was easy for the two of them. Beel was always so gentle with her, and so kind too, it hadn’t taken long at all for them to grow close. He was naturally very cuddly too, they could spend hours comfortably next to each other, so long as there were no interruptions, that is. Which, given that they were in a house full of rambunctious demons, there usually were.

Today, she’d only been in Beel’s room for a little bit, having stayed at school to take care of some stuff. She’d decided to stop by Hell’s Kitchen on her way back with Mammon, grabbing a sandwich for her self and a couple extra as a treat for her favorite gluttony demon. She knew how his hunger followed him everywhere, so she was glad to see his excited face whenever she brought him a snack. Of course, he’d torn through every sandwich in a second, and if she hadn’t eaten her own before coming to see him, he’d probably have given her puppy dog eyes until she handed it over. No doubt he’d be hungry again before long, though.

Speak of the devil, so to say, the comfortable silence was interrupted by a rumble that had Darling’s whole body vibrating for a moment, for the source was directly under her. She laughed lightly, poking a finger into Beel’s stomach. “I’d expected that poor sandwich to last you longer than, what, thirty minutes tops; guess I shouldn’t underestimate the power of the avatar of gluttony, eh?” She rolled off of him, and he patted his empty stomach with a shy smile.

“Sorry, I know you were comfortable like that.” He pushed himself up to a sitting position.

“It’s fine, big guy.” She lifted an arm to pat his bicep, still lying down. “If you want, I can run to the kitchen to get some snacks for you.”

“Really?” His eyes lit up.

“Sure, it’s no big deal. I can’t carry as much as you, but Luci would probably get upset with you for clearing out the fridge before dinner anyway, so I can get you enough to hold you over.”

Beel smiled as bright as Mammon when he’s starring at Goldie. He opened his mouth to say what Darling was sure would be an agreement, but then it looked like something occurred to him and his mouth closed. He looked off to the side, thinking about something.

Darling quirked an eyebrow; what was he hesitating for? Usually when it came to food he was all over any ideas, she couldn’t think of a reason he wouldn’t immediately take her up on her offer. “Beel?”

He looked back to her. “Ah, sorry.”

Darling sat up, turning to face the demon fully. “Is everything alright?”

He nodded. “Yeah, thinking about something, is all.”

“Do… you want to go get the snacks from the kitchen yourself?” Maybe he’d been weighing the pros and cons of getting less food vs facing Lucifer’s wrath?

“No, actually I was thinking about how what I want to eat isn’t in the kitchen.”

“Oh, so you want to run out somewhere, then?”

“There’ no need, it’s already in the house.” He looked almost shy, a blush tinting his cheeks.

Okay, now Darling was really confused, Beel hardly beat around the bush, especially when it came to food. His stomach rumbled again, and he furrowed his bros slightly in thought, this time looking right at her. There was a look in her eyes that she thought seemed familiar… oh, hold on a tick.

“Beel… you’re not talking about me, are you?”

The hunger in his eyes grew, and he nodded eagerly, like he was happy she was the one to say it.

It’d been a little over a week and a half ago that Mammon had first swallowed her. Since then, they’d done it again a couple more times. She’d been hesitant since it still felt like such a weird arrangement to her, but the thought of how comfortable it felt despite the strangeness made her much more willing. The first time, Mammon had been so caught up in the feeling that they hadn’t done much more than cuddle like that on the bed before he let her out. But that night at dinner she’d wished she could perform that shrinking spell on herself to hide her embarrassment as he loudly told the story to his brothers. She’d had her head ducked the whole time, so she could only assume that the glances she felt from the other boys had been curious and possibly judgmental, if only she’d looked then she might have known that that was the start of hungry ideas beginning to form. To her relief, the others hadn’t really said anything about it since then, except for a few teasing comments when Mammon decided to walk around and show everyone his Darling filled gut, much to her further embarrassment.

The only one she thought she’d noticed a subtle change in was Beel, like he was looking at her in a new light. Honestly, she’d expected the avatar of gluttony to start getting ideas, but he hadn’t actually said anything to her about it and treated her like normal, so she’d assumed at this point that he simply wasn’t interest in eating something he wouldn’t be allowed to digest. Now she saw he real reason: he was too worried about making her uncomfortable. In his eyes, it was one thing for Mammon, her guardian, to have that level of intimacy with her, but if he were to ask and she assumed he was merely thinking of her as another meal to satisfy his boundless appetite, if she thought back to all those careless comments about eating her all the demons had made that she only recently began taking seriously, then it might damage their friendship. Looking only at his surface, it’d be easy to write him off as merely a gluttonous muscle head, but Darling learned early on how emotionally tuned in he is.

Beel was still looking at her with that hungry, hopeful look in his eyes. His stomach groaned, and he placed a hand over it to settle it. Darling blushed, his stomach was rumbling because he was hungry for her. She wondered how much of his thoughts have been occupied by this lately.

He noticed her hesitation, leaning back to put some distance and frowning. “Sorry, I know it’s a weird request, I shouldn’t have-“

“Well…” Darling interrupted him. She chewed at her own lip, thinking about what she was about to say. “If it’s safe, like with that spell, then it’s fine.”

Beel looked back at her with wide eyes, like he couldn’t believe she was actually entertaining him. “Are you sure?”

She smiled at the look on his face, he’s such a sweetheart. “Yeah, it’s fine, Beel; so long as you let me out before it’s time for dinner.”

He grinned at her, leaning forward to gently grab the back of her head and press his lips to her forehead. Like Mammon, he whispered more strange words, but it seemed slightly different. That same warm feeling washed over her, and she hummed in the back of her throat. She’d come to expect the shrinking to happen almost immediately after the warm feeling subsided, so she was surprised to find herself at exactly the same height still.

Beel picked up her hands delicately in his much larger ones and brought them up to his mouth.

“Wait!” She said.

He stopped right before her fingers passed through his lips, looking disappointed to be stopped, gazing at her through is lashes with puppy dog eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“A-Ah, well, aren’t you going to, y’know, shrink me first? Like Mammon does. I mean, you can’t actually fit me at this size, can you?”

He only smiled and reached over to ruffle her hair. “No underestimating the power of the avatar of gluttony, remember? Besides, you’re already so small compared to me, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t even be able to feel you if I shrunk you anymore.”

That made sense, she supposed. She still had her doubts, but he seemed confident in himself, looking at her with eyes asking for her permission to continue. She nodded her silent agreement, and he gladly raised her hands that last bit to push them into his mouth. The moment his tongue touched her skin and he got a proper taste of her, his eyes closing in bliss and an appreciative hum rising in his throat, she knew that there was no backing out of this now.

He seemed to be trying to go a lot slower than he’d normally eat out of consideration to her, taking the time to soak in her flavor. He pushed her hands in until she felt them touch the back of his throat. She tried her best not to shiver at the feeling.

Again, Beel brought a hand up to grab the back of her head, this time pushing it down a bit. This confused her, she knew she’d have to duck her head to get it into his mouth, but he still had most of her arms to work in before then. At least, she assumed so.

He pushed her hands in a little bit further so his throat could grasp them, and swallowed.

Darling couldn’t help the squeak that left her mouth as she was forcefully jerked forward, finding herself suddenly lodged up to her head inside Beel’s mouth. Her fingers fluttered, already at the entrance to his stomach. Holy shit, that’s one hell of a throat you’ve got there, Beel.

He paused to rub her back a moment, as though apologizing for startling her. His tongue flicked over her face, and she scrunched her eyes closed as it was coated in his saliva. It was interesting, she thought, being inside a mouth at her normal height rather than her shrunken height. It was much more cramped, and she’d been worried about Beel’s sharp fangs scrapping her as she went, but he was doing a remarkable job of keeping her unharmed; she could only barely feel them poking into her.

She could feel him trying to restrain himself from going too fast, but she could also feel the impatient rumble build from below her. His stomach wanted her badly, and Beel was often powerless to it’s command.

She would have expected her shoulders to pose a challenge, but at this point she’d given up on doubting his eating ability. His tongue gave her face a quick caress, before he worked his mouth to readjust her a bit, and gave another heavy swallow.

His throat was all too happy to pull her deeper in, quickly and without fuss guiding her along it’s course. Her head followed her arms, now causing a bump to start forming on Beel’s abdomen.

He placed one hand against his throat, relishing in the feeling her movements caused, and then settled it against where her head pushed against him, rubbing circles with his thumb.

It was now that he tilted his head back, raising her legs into the air so that he could use gravity to assist him. The odd feeling of being upside down like that made her kick her legs helplessly, and Beel used one hand to reassuringly grab her thigh to steady them.

He was losing his patience now, trembling at the feeling of her starting to fill out his stomach, but he needed more. Her clothes were getting in the way of her taste now anyway, and while he was a little disappointed by that, it made it easier for him to quickly proceed with his next swallow.

Her legs slide in easily like they were simply large noodles he was feasting on, and he was soon able to finally close his lips around the last part of her to enter his lips. He barely paused there to enjoy the feeling, swallowing hungrily again.

Darling’s body sloshed forward heavily as the rest of her landed in his stomach and she was sealed inside.

Beel’s hands straight away went to his stomach, roaming over the surface. He licked his lips to try and get more of her taste, letting out a moan of satisfaction. He could feel her moving around, trying to get comfortable. Despite having a full person within, Beel’s stomach wasn’t as protruding as much as one might expect. This was both due to their size difference and his rock wall of an abdomen helping to keep it held back. It was still very noticeable, but not something he’d have trouble moving around with.

“You okay?” Beelzebub asked.

Darling nodded. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“It’s not too cramped, is it?”

“No. I mean, it feels like a tighter fit than being in Mammon’s stomach, but the walls are all soft enough that it feels fine. Really, it’s comfortable.”

He smiled softly. “Good.” He carefully moved, trying not to jostle her too much, so his back was leaning against the bed’s headboard, continuing to massage his stomach. He watched it move as Darling shifted in place to find the best position to curl up in.

Inside, Darling experimentally stretched out her arms, getting a feel for the place. It certainly did feel different from Mammon’s, but not in a bad way. She almost wished there was a source of light in here so she could take a look around, maybe next time she’d bring her D.D.D with her, although she wasn’t sure if the protection spell would keep that safe as well. She noted how there was no trace of the food she’d watched Beel devour a mere half hour ago left in his stomach and became very glad for that spell.

They were both quiet as she found the most comfortable position she could and settled, Beel’s hands rubbing circles into her the whole while. Darling pressed her hands against what she was pretty sure was the front of his stomach and, almost out of habit at this point, started massaging back. Mammon loved having his belly rubbed so much that she figured Beel probably would as well. Judging by the steady purr that built up all around her and the way the space tightened around her, she was spot on.

Beelzebub felt like he was back in heaven. Not only did he actually feel pleasantly full for the first time in probably ever, he’d never had his food rub back at him. Then again, Darling wasn’t any regular food, she was someone very precious to him, and his purr grew louder as he thought about how nice it felt to have her tucked away safely like this. He wrapped his arms around his middle, trying to hug her ever tighter. Both of them relished in the comfortable warmth they felt.

Nice as they moment was, it was eventually interrupted by a few swift knocks on the door and it opening without the knocker waiting for permission. Which wasn’t surprising, seeing as it was Mammon who entered the room. “Yo, human, Satan said you were hanging out in here with- Hey!” Darling could hear his muffled shout, and then his voice got louder like he’d run closer. “Is that my human in there?!”

“Mhm.” Beel nodded.

“Not cool! What part of “my human” did you not get? Spit her up!”

Beel squeezed his stomach tighter. “Nope. I only swallowed her a minute ago. Besides, she agreed to do this.”

“Daaarliiing! How could you?!”

“Sorry, Mammon,” she called, not sure how well her voice could be heard through Beel’s flesh. “I’d say this is what you get for walking around with me despite me asking you not to, you’re the one who gave him the idea.”

Beel nodded happily. “Thanks, Mammon!”

“Gggrrr! Now I have to compete for this too?! This sucks!” Mammon scratched at his hair in frustration, scowling off to the side. He’d seen the looks on his brother’s faces; he should have seen this coming. It was only a matter of time before the others would try and get a taste as well. He sighed, crossing his arms. “Whatever, I was still your first. Oi, Beelzebub, you better cough her up by dinner, and I’m not letting you have her back today.”

Beel nodded. “Fine.”

Darling rolled her eyes at Mammon’s dramatics.

The door clicked shut again a moment later, Mammon no doubt going back to his own room to sulk.

“Sorry about him.” Darling said, patting the side of Beel’s stomach.

He laughed, patting back on the same spot. “It’s fine.”

Darling resumed her petting, and Beel sunk back further, closing his eyes with a smile to better enjoy the feeling. They’d stay like this until it was time for dinner. He was looking forward to the thought of eating, but he couldn’t help but wish all food would make him feel this way. Now that he knew what it was like to be full, there was no way he was letting this be the last time.  

[tri-point-bruiser]

Slaps raph on the ass hard "Nice ass big guy, How about you use all those muscles to fuck me straight through your mattress."

WARNING: GRAPHIC SMUT UNDER READ MORE Tags: Rough feral sex, animalistic behavior, Toys, graphic depictions of sexual content.

Catching Raphael by surprise wasn’t impossible, but it wasn’t something that happened easily or often. When he had invited Belle over to his place to relax he had not really planned for anything happening. At most he expected some possible cuddles as Belle was an affectionate cuddly sort that often ended up draped across his lap like a lap cat while he stroked her back. 

Since it was getting warm all Raph had on was his gym shorts and bandanna. He didn’t even have any gear strapped on him and his sai were on the side table where he had planned to sit. He was no stranger to how he looked in his shorts, but he wasn’t trying to attract or arouse Belle, he was just warm. 

None of that changed the look of shock on his face as he slowly turned to face his small friend who was just standing there looking rather proud of herself, though he could see from her eyes that she wasn’t joking. This wasn’t just a pick up line and he could smell her pheromones already. Belle was aroused, incredibly so, and he had done nothing to cause it that he was aware of. Hell she just arrived. 

“Uh….” Raph was actually at a loss for words, mostly because he had never been on the other side of this kind of situation. Usually it was him tossing out the often crude and overtly sexual pick up lines. Hell this wasn’t even a pick up line. She was straight up just asking him for sex. Closing his mouth again Raph realized that not only did his rather firm butt cheek tingle from where she slapped it, but his dick was hard and showing a bit through the shorts. He wasn’t even sure when the erection showed up, he was still a little bit in shock. 

Clearing his throat Raphael looked down at Belle, one brow raised as he caught her staring at his hard cock with clear want in her eyes. Whatever he had planned to say, whatever initial reaction he would have had was gone in that moment as he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder heading for the bedroom. All other plans forgotten. If she wanted to be fucked through his mattress, he was going to do exactly that.

Raphael wasn’t even aware of the growl in his throat as he stalked to his room and kicked the door open. Lifting Belle off of his shoulder Raph tossed her onto the bed and watched her tits jiggle as she bounced on the mattress. His eyes didn’t leave her as he tore off his shorts, his stare just on the edge of predatory as he crawled onto the large mattress as Belle looked up at him. She wasn’t scared, but she was shaking. He could scent her want, her need, her desperation as he grabbed her by the ankle and yanked her closer to him, her ass hitting his muscular thigh. 

The rumble in his chest grew louder as  Raph scented the air, checking to make sure there was still no fear in her scent. His large hand ran up her legs, groping her thighs. “Hope ya ain’t attached to yer clothes babe.” With a growl Raph used one hand to tear her shorts off her body, his other yanked off her shirt tossing the scraps of clothing aside. It wasn’t lost on him that she wasn’t wearing anything under her clothes. She was clearly prepared for this and that was all the consent he needed. 

Raging lust coursed through Raphael, stronger than he had felt in a while. It was rare for someone to be so forward, to take such liberties, to be so damn filthy and yet somehow still submissive. He honestly felt as if he had little to no control. Hungry eyes leered at her soft pale body as his rough hands groped and massaged her. He could feel her slickness against his thigh as his large fingers teased at her nipples, flicking and tugging them to tight little peaks. Despite the damn near complete lack of control, Raph was aware enough to know that he could kill her if he didn’t slow down. That was a little easier said than done in the moment. 

Along with the slickness he felt something else and looked down to see a patch of pastel pink between her thighs. A curious chirrup escaped his throat as he tilted his head and ran his finger down over her clit to spread her folds. For the second time Raph was stunned enough to freeze. Belle had something already inside her. Curiosity got the better of him and he slipped his finger around the pink circle of what he assumed was silicon by the feel of it. Tugging gently he felt resistance as Belle arched up into the sensation. 

Remaining as gentle as he possibly could while his control slipped faster and faster away from him, Raph tugged again, this time more firmly. The toy resisted for a moment more before there was a loud pop followed by a small gush as Belle moaned even louder. His eyes widened at the sight of her open, ready for him. What little control he had left was lost in that moment as his eyes went white and a possessive growl sounded from him.

Pushing her thighs open Raphael snarled as his cock lined up and pressed against her clenching opening. She was so hot and wet as the tip of his cock pushed into her with less resistance than he was used to. Groaning loudly, his voice deep and husky Raph continued to push inside of her until he couldn’t any more. Hunching down over her Raphael Gripped Belle by the ass and lifted her up a bit as he began to thrust into her. 

Soon the room was filled with loud wet sounds as Raphael rutted into Belle like a beast possessed. He wasn’t just fucking her, he was taking her, claiming her body as if it belonged to him. The sound of her loud passionate cries were almost drowned out by his groaning and growling. Raphael was never a quiet lover, but he rarely ever got this loud. Then again, he never let go like this as he fucked Belle with unrestrained passion. 

The Mattress began to creak as the reinforced bed frame rocked with the power of Raphael's thrusts. He was too far gone to even talk dirty like he normally would, he was simply fucking her like an animal in heat. He wasn’t even paying attention as the bed began to groan and sway in time with the fierce pounding. Raph was hardly aware enough to feel Belle orgasming as her core spasmed around him and she cried out loudly. He wasn’t even close to finished. 

A final creak and groan sounded before a  loud crack went through the room as the bed broke beneath them sending the mattress down hard. Raphael did not stop, he didn’t even seem to notice as he loomed over Belle, eyes bright white as he leaned down and grasped her neck with his teeth. The harder he fucked her the more his teeth bit into her flesh, not quite drawing blood yet but close to it. 

After a small eternity Raphael finally reached release, his teeth leaving marks on her skin as he pulled back with a loud roar. His cock swelling and pumping rope after rope of cum into her, filling her  so completely that a small bulge began to form in her abdomen. It was rare for Raphael to ejaculate quite so much, normally he would go multiple rounds, but this time was different. His hips jerked forward with each spurt as his orgasm continued well passed what a human ever could. His whole body was shaking as that same low rumble sounded through the room. 

Several minutes passed before the tension in his body began to relax, his cock still flexing as he continued to fill her, his orgasm finally beginning to taper off. His hands were braced against the bed  gripping the blankets on either side of her as he shook his head, starting to come back to himself. Blinking several times Raphael looked down at Belle with bright green eyes full of concern. He had never lost control like that before and felt a tightness in his throat. 

“B.. Belle.. I..”

[pokemonswshbutionlyplayedsword]

Oof poor Piers, poor Leon, I'm going to compensate and ask what the gym leaders + the Champion do to relax after a stressfull day if that's alright

Yeah, poor boys, but they’ll be alright. They’ve got the power of younger sibling love.

I love that you asked this. I had so much fun writing this, so I hope you enjoy it.

Milo:

-Soft, cuddly Wooloo make the best stress relievers. A quiet sit in the Wooloo pen will always rinse that frustration away.

-Milo’s home is full of houseplants. He loves each and every one of them, so taking care of them always makes him feel good.

-His favorite thing to do, though, is to go out to his personal garden and use fresh ingredients to cook his friends a pokemon a good meal. Something about food brings everyone together, and fresh ingredients are the best.

Nessa:

-If it’s a nice and sunny day, Nessa loves to head down to the beach to sunbathe. Basking in that warm light is what Hulbury’s all about. A nice swim in the sea is never opposed either.

-If it’s stormy and cold out, Nessa likes a nice warm bath, complete with scented candles, a bath bomb and a face mask. It’s called self care and no, she’s not turning into an ogre Raihan.

-The best way to end a day is curled up on the couch watching TV while her pokemon roam around and play. Snacks and a blanket are required. She watches the other leaders’ matches if they’re on, but she’s not picky about her TV.

Kabu:

-Kabu isn’t one for lazing about and slacking off. He’s a hard worker who would probably go crazy if he stayed on the couch for too long. No, he’d rather train.

-It’s a stress reliever in itself to take his frustration out of his equipment. He’s not a violent person, but it does feel good to take a few hits at a punching bag. His pokemon enjoy training as well, so they all work in the same room, bonding as they get stronger.

-Sometimes, Kabu meditates. He’s got a humidifier and an oil diffuser to make a relaxing space for him to focus on. He always feels refreshed when he’s finished. He says he has to train his mind as much as he does his body.

Bea:

-Like Kabu, Bea would rather blow off steam training than being lazy. You can hardly tell if she’s venting her anger or if she’s training just like any other day. The burn of her muscles the next day is satisfying. That sensation keeps her focused through the day.

-She aspires to be a master of as many martial arts as possible. One way to improve her skills is yoga. She started it as a way to improve her balance, but when she releases the tension of a difficult pose, it feels like she’s releasing her stress as well. People told her it was stress relief, but she never cared about that until now.

-Stow-on-Side is famous for rock climbing. It’s another vigorous exercise to Bea to focus on in her free time. She loves the accomplished feeling of looking down onto the city from her vantage point. There’s also just something so fresh about the air at the top of the stony hills. It’s good for when she needs to get out and spend some quiet time alone.

Allister:

-Allister is still pretty young, and doesn’t yet have effective stress management skills. Whenever someone notices him getting distressed on the field, they pull him out and end the day. Most trainers are pretty understanding. Any trainers who aren’t have to answer to Bea.

-Allister is a cuddle bug. He treasures all of the plushes in his room. They all surround him when he lounges on the floor and watched his favorite cartoons on his TV. When he’s done exceptionally well, he also gets his favorite dessert! His troubles melt away quickly.

-He loves ghost pokemon, but he loves his team the most. They’re never far from him, and that’s comforting to him. No matter what, his pokemon are there to keep him calm and safe. People thought it was unsafe to leave a child alone with a bunch of ghost pokemon, but when they tried to take them away one night, Allister cried until he threw up. Keep them near, please. He needs them.

Melony:

-Melony is a very level headed trainer. She doesn’t often get stressed, but when she does, she tends to leave work at work and home at home. That is, that stress is dropped at the door as soon as she walks in.

-Her kids never stress her out. No matter what they do, she loves them. Spending time with them is one of her favorite things to do. If it’s relatively nice out, she takes them all out for a walk. If not, they stay in and play a board game or watch a movie.

-Cooking is also a vice for her. There’s something so gratifying about turning a pile of raw foods into a delicious meal. Her favorite part, though, is watching her children wolf it down. They tell her every meal that it’s great and they love her cooking. No, there’s nothing that feels as good as being a mother.

Gordie:

-Gordie gets stressed quite easily. He’s very look oriented, so if he feels he doesn’t look his best, it throws off his entire day. It’s pretty easy to tell when he’s having a bad day. His hair is disheveled, his clothes aren’t as neat as usual, and his sunglasses are crooked. This only makes his mood worse.

-Going shopping helps. Picking up new clothes makes him feel cool again. Also, if he goes with friends, they’ll be sure to lift his spirits. He makes good money as a gym leader, so he’s got the cash to buy whatever he wants. His mother warns him not to spend so frivolously though.

-Despite his disputes with his mom, she’s always there to comfort him. If it’s a hug or a warm, home made meal, it’s always a big step to feeling better. They may not be as close as they used to be, but that doesn’t mean they don’t love each other.

Opal:

-Opal is of the mentality of “I’m old! I’ll do whatever I want!.” She barely gets stressed anymore. However, it does happen. Not usually at battles, though. It’s usually when she has to clean up after a mess in Ballonlea.

-Almost every night, she sits in her big comfy chair, sips a hot cup of tea and watches her favorite soap opera. She lives for the drama, and she doesn’t get out of her town enough to stir up any trouble of her own. She used to when she was younger, though. Oh, she loves to reminisce about her glory days.

-Watching the forest is always calming. It’s humbling. You could get lost in those woods forever and let it claim you. She’s always been careful to respect her forest and all the creatures that live in it. Besides, the glowing mushrooms are just so pretty tonight under the moonlight. She wishes he had someone to share those quiet moments with.

Piers:

-Piers is very busy. He gets stressed pretty easily. He gets his head clear with ration. “At least I’m not as busy as Leon.” He’s prone to anxiety attacks, but those are pretty rare. Usually, he just stops, takes a few deep breaths, and then continues what he’s doing.

-Marnie is his main source of comfort. She’s the closest to him, and she’s always there to help him calm down. She’s a companion for when the stressful day is over and he needs to vent. She’s a great listener, so she always engages and supports. Quiet company is good, too, in case Piers doesn’t feel like talking.

-His main passion and outlet is music. He’s got a couple scrap songs about the things he hates. Those will never be recorded, nor performed. Those are for him, his pokemon, and maybe Marnie if she’s lucky. Sometimes, he’ll head to the empty gym and scream into the microphone as loudly as possible. It’s called venting and no one in Spikemuth is allowed to say anything. One time, though, Raihan called and asked if everything was alright. He heard Piers from Hammerlocke.

Raihan:

-Raihan is stressed pretty often. It’s usually over trying to beat Leon. There’s no cure for this. It’s called obsessive idiot disease. He’s going to have to live with it until he beats Leon. If he ever does, that is.

-His pokemon are his closest companions. He plays with them, and they make sure he’s feeling okay. They know what’s best for him, and if he needs to put the social media down, Flygon will hide his phone somewhere he can’t reach. It makes him angry for a second, but he’s grateful for his companions.

-He loves history. The archives are always quiet. If Raihan has a stressful day, he’ll bounce back twice as strong and with a whole new collection of history facts. “Hey, did you know that Spikemuth was built as a bunker for the Darkest Day?”

Leon:

-Leon doesn’t get to be stressed. He’s got to be perfect. His publicity is everywhere. He can’t even go to the bathroom without being interviewed. At the end of the day, he kind of just collapses on the couch with the TV on until he falls asleep.

-Charizard does his best to keep Leon’s spirits up. The truth is, the Champion loves his position, but it’s just so much work. Leon does blow off some steam by training, but some days he wants to just lounge at home. He does get those times, but not often enough. On those days, no one is allowed to talk to Leon. He’s a social butterfly, but it’s quiet time, now. Today, he’s sleeping until noon.

-Hop. Hop makes everything better for Leon. Seeing his bright smile when training his pokemon is worth the world to the Champion. He loves his brother so much, and even though their bonding time is rare, it’s the best part of Leon’s day every time. He feels bad about not being as close with him as Piers is with Marnie, but Hop always makes sure to let him know that he’s not upset. Leon takes every chance he gets to see his brother.

[gascon-en-exil]

Mercilessly Judging the Men of Fòdlan: The Kingdom

It’s been a long time coming, over eight months in fact, but now that it may be assumed that the last of the DLC has been released and the fandom as a whole has settled comfortably into its various camps I think there’s no better time than now to answer that burning question: how raunchily, outrageously gay can the male cast of Three Houses possibly be? For those unfamiliar with this fun little series of mine, I’ve been applying my extensive knowledge and experience of gay male sex and hookup culture to the men of Fire Emblem, originally as a way of reckoning with the refusal of the games themselves to provide me with any worthwhile self-insert M/M content. I stand by that premise for FE16 - you all know how absolutely nothing appeals to me about m!Byleth or his prospects on that score - but in the years since my first outing of merciless judgment with Awakening that idea has expanded into something broader, an imaginative modern AU of sorts where all these guys are into men (if not always exclusively) and willing to put themselves out there in the lewd and semi-anonymous world of hookup apps in search of their preferred carnal delights.

A note on organization before we begin, as this material is too long to cram into one post. Excluding Byleth (as Avatars and their spawn always are for this project) there are twenty-one playable male characters in Three Houses. This makes for an even threeway division to preserve the eponymous conceit of the game, but not a particularly neat one. Aligned with the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus I therefore have below the male Lions, Kingdom knight and Azure Moon-exclusive Gilbert, and Faerghus-based underworld kingpin Yuri. As with all things concerning M/M outside of Byleth and his awkward S rank monologues, the Lions have it the most clear-cut.

The Empire

The Alliance

Dimitri

It’s rare that you can get a feeling for someone’s whole life story entirely from watching their presence in hookup spaces over time, but he’s an exception. Once a sweet, wide-eyed collegiate who looked eager to get dicked down by any reasonably polite and attractive top/vers, hard years have turned him grim and sad and just barely put together enough to be presentable for a clothed face pic, much less anything more revealing...and still eager to get dicked down. He’s been dealing with a lot lately, and even though he’s still game for a quickie from time to time (especially with muscle guys, a shallow weakness of his he’d blush to admit to out loud) a single roll in the sheets isn’t going to make him emotionally available. Apparently he’s already well-covered on that front as it is; with his charisma and open-minded way of looking at the world he’s made many friends and fuck buddies and companions who seem half like boyfriends and half like something indescribably beyond that, and a new trick would be hard-pressed to compete with that and likely wouldn’t want to if it means engaging with his demons. Still an enviable hookup partner though, with a full pert ass and a whole assortment of friends who love to play with him and anyone else who lands an invitation to his bed. His cock has left many a bottom drooling, but unfortunately he’s haunted by the memory of the time when he went too hard and nearly caused a medical emergency. Now he just takes it and doesn’t even let anyone ride him, but there are just as many men who aren’t complaining about that in the slightest. Has a very high chance of winding up in a tender and fulfilling poly marriage that’s still open on all sides - he’s got a lot of hot, sweaty love to give.

Favored erotic tea time subjects: body worship, muscle bears, group sex

Favored gift: a body pillow, on the infrequent occasions where he has to sleep alone with no one to cuddle

Dedue

One of those shy larger men who will never initiate conversation, because he’s been blown off one too many times for shallow reasons and isn’t expecting that to ever change. It doesn’t bother him greatly though, because as his profile states he’s in a relationship and he and his partner only play together so unless you’re only looking for friends - not impossible, as he’s got quite the array of engaging hobbies on display in his pics - you’ll have to accept that this bear has a cub...or something like that anyway. Bad at small talk and even a little embarrassed to talk about his expertise in the kitchen or the garden, it’s a completely different story when the lights are off where he’ll give cocky power bottoms and scoffing total tops exactly what they deserve. Sub bottoms on the other hand bring out his softer, cuddly side, and he’s more likely to be using his considerable weight to lovingly press them into the mattress as he opens them up with his tongue and eventually his dick. Is utterly devoted to his partner but enjoys watching him playing around with third parties, even if he’s almost never allowed to sit on the sidelines for the entire night. To the shock of everyone he’s actually a total vers, even if he leaves most tops stammering excuses and bending over for him anyway. He’s usually polite enough to stick to oral in those cases. He’ll never be the most sociable man, but he’s a real catch regardless in every other aspect and is no doubt looking forward to his inevitable wedding and only sometimes X-rated married life. Still fondly recalls the first time someone introduced him to the idea of sex while cooking, and now he takes it as a challenge (only when he’s cooking just for himself and his sexual partners, of course; he doesn’t want to be unsanitary).

Favored erotic tea time subjects: twunks, voyeurism, cum swapping

Favored gift: a chef’s apron short enough to let his junk hang free

Felix

Has a biting retort for every unsolicited nude and “looking?” ever sent to him, and he gets a lot of both when his pic is just enticing enough and his profile is full of enough acerbic wit to provoke the kinds of guys who actually read those things. Claims he’s vers, gets pissed whenever anyone tells him that’s just code for bottom, gets even more pissed after hookups when his partner points out that that’s totally true in his case. Prefers oral to conversation, both giving and getting, and he’s got a remarkable talent for handjobs that surprisingly doesn’t seem to be born from excessive masturbation. Not so great with fetishes - he punched the first guy to pull his hair while he was giving head, and passes made at him during his workouts leave him more annoyed at the interruption than aroused. Disarmed by anything too soft and cutesy so he’s not great with fems, but it’s unclear if this has anything to do with his lingering daddy issues that he’s not working out in the bedroom because they’re (probably) not like that. Not sentimental at all, but he’s probably got that one longtime slow burn affair he doesn’t bring up with his tricks. If anything ever comes of that he’ll vanish immediately from the app space, but until then he’s up for a 69 followed by a good long pounding - much longer than you’d expect from someone of his frame. Good thing too, because he loves making his partners cut loose and give it to him raw and hard.

Favored erotic tea time subjects: “straight” guys, dildos, pig sluts 

Favored gift: high-quality lube. and lots of it

Ashe

Everyone’s BFF, sweet and affable and able to bounce from friend group to friend group even without always having to take his clothes off. Usually finds himself as the token twink surrounded by men who are very much not that, because they value his friendship and reliability (and also his ass, as expected). Did not have the best home life and has probably had to do a few shady things to get by, but with all that mostly behind him anyone would be happy to date him or even just to take a walk with him, as he’s quite outdoorsy when he’s not taking care of relatives or less responsible friends. A bottom by expectation because there’s not much else one can infer when he shows up to bars and house parties alike in the company of guys twice his size who aren’t shy about being casually handsy with him. Still, has learned to be quite deft when the need arises and knows how to stimulate on multiple fronts, whether for one partner or several. His weakness for muscles is genuine too, and he loves a firm chest as much as taking some guy’s thick meat. Paradoxically doesn’t have a lot of patience for dumb jocks, but since he knows just about everyone worth knowing (and sleeping with) in his area and works the freckled fresh-faced young cutie angle with an artlessness that surprises some of his less gifted peers he’s bound to wind up in a comfortable relationship of some kind or another. Prefers to have sex with the lights on, and if given the option will cuddle for a long time afterward to avoid turning them off. His ass has freckles too, but he rolls his eyes when he gets asked that.

Favored erotic tea time subjects: gym sex, spit roasting, breaking in new bottoms

Favored gift: a sensible jockstrap, for workouts and for dates

Sylvain

Everyone you know has slept with him, but almost never more than once. You might have even met him in person long before you encounter his minimalist profile with its headless abs pic hitting you up with a shot of his erection measured against a beer can followed by an address. Gets a lot of action on that pic alone, but repeats are few and far between when he pulls out his phone right after pulling out of his guy of the hour and starts browsing through what’s on offer again and slow jerking. Not a big fan of FWBs met through hookups since he always feels like they’re being too clingy even if they just happened to get horny for him again a few weeks later. Does not like to talk, especially about his family, and he almost never extends an invitation to spend the night. Still, as callous as he is that cock is impressive and he knows how to put it to work. Good with his mouth too, and true to his cultivated total top persona he’d sooner rim than blow. He’s also successful and likeable enough in his personal life to have buddies who’ll play around with him, and he might even have some kind of nebulous long term thing going with one or two of them that they strictly don’t discuss. Bottoms only as a challenge, but he’s not great at it and doesn’t have the stamina to last very long while riding. Is on PreP and uses condoms religiously so he’s got that going for him, but testing after sex with him is still recommended because there’s really no telling how many other holes he’s filled that week. Likes twinks and twunks, but loudly refuses to ever be a sugar daddy no matter how desperate he might get in his later years assuming he doesn’t die of untreated syphilis or something equally appropriate and ridiculous.

Favored erotic tea time subjects: marathon fucking, double penetration, open relationships

Favored gift: a fleshlight molded into the shape of his favorite fuck buddy’s hole, for sentimentality

Gilbert

His pics are neither very current nor very flattering, and he doesn’t excel at small talk although he’s evidently been around long enough to know how to get an open-minded hookup over to his place from time to time. Encounters are fast and fumbling and drawn out more by his waning libido than anything else, and half the time he’ll settle for watching a guy play with himself in front of him while he makes an effort to get into it. It would be inaccurate to say that he’s not a romantic man; rather, it’s as though all his passion has been left behind in a difficult former life that he only reveals some of in long wistful moments over multiple encounters. Doesn’t get many repeats however on account of the lackluster performances, and also because his stubbornness bordering on self-righteousness about certain topics becomes very grating very quickly. Based on the stories he tells and the few pictures he has to show he was quite a catch in his earlier days, but circumstances and being closeted until much later in life kept him from exploring as much as he wanted. Has the potential to end up in a loving if not particularly sexual relationship with someone provided they’re extremely patient as he works through and/or learns to set aside his numerous hangups. There are worse fates...but never, ever call him daddy. It brings up a lot of bad memories, plus he just thinks it’s weird. Kink is something he left behind decades ago when he resigned himself to the knowledge that he wasn’t going to be getting much vanilla action, much less anything more exotic.

Favored erotic tea time subjects: mutual masturbation, actual straight guys, spooning

Favored gift: the balls to get some closure

Yuri

A consummate professional, albeit one whose marketing strategy carefully conceals that fact and also leaves no room for the kind of casual bigotry that flourishes on hookup apps - having a problem with “no fems” is expected from the build and the guyliner, but he’s all for equal opportunity sex even on top of that. Accustomed to the usual array of lonely and horny men who hit him up for pics and dirty chat and the occasional good time, and skilled enough in a variety of roles to perform whatever’s being asked of him. It’s not entirely clear where his own tastes lie; even the muscled closet cases who show up in his messages on the DL don’t seem to do all that much for him if they’re not paying. A former career in the arts has left him with an entertainer’s flair for pleasuring his clients both in and out of the bedroom along with an eclectic skill set that always finds a way to get put to work during sex. He can grind his hips, swirl his tongue, arch his back, and moan in the just the right ways to drive his partners wild, and all that experience also lends itself to his ability to patiently tutor even the clumsiest of lovers into something resembling competence, enough for them to get off if not himself. Bottoms more often than he tops, but he’s vers enough in skill and in preference to pivot when necessary and will probably have little trouble keeping this gig of his going later in life as well. He may not ever end in a proper relationship, but he’ll still do well for himself in an unorthodox way in keeping with the curiously world-weary optimism he sometimes espouses during pillow talk with guys who actually interest him enough for conversation.

Favored erotic tea time subjects: flip fucking, big top/small bottom, religious kink

Favored gift: creative restraints, for when he’s feeling acrobatic

[shanghai-ohmy]

MaoMaoctober Day 31: Mao Mao

This is it. The big one. Mao Mao finally confesses his love to Badgerclops.

AO3, under the cut, you know the deal by now. Huge massive thanks to my boyfriend @htodinth for his help both today and all month, and thank you to you all for reading!! It’s been a pleasure. If you’re somehow still craving more of my writing, I have two other Mao Mao fics up on AO3!

The sun hung low over Pure Heart Valley, soaking the sky in sweet orange hues. The air was soft, a perfect temperature for sitting outside. The occasional chirp of a cricket punctuated the evening quiet. Things were about as picturesque as they could possibly get.

Mao Mao observed it all from the cantilevered dojo beside their comfortable HQ. He was seated in the middle of the floor, having just finished training for the day. Badgerclops sat behind him, gently massaging his back. Things were peaceful right now. He couldn't believe he was actually enjoying the stillness; he'd always craved action over reflection. But then again, a lot had changed since he and Badgerclops had arrived here.

Badgerclops pressed his thumb into Mao Mao's back. He worked at the muscles while they were still loose from Mao Mao’s exercises. This had become a bit of a ritual over time. It was a way to remind Mao Mao to take breaks and rest his body, and it let him be a part of Mao Mao’s daily training. He looked out over the scenery, the dusty sunset light shimmering in his eye. "It's a nice evening, huh?"

"Yeah…" Mao Mao traced the ridge of silhouetted mountains fading into the dusk with his eyes. He felt a certain pressure in his chest. It was difficult to form words because of the ones he was trying so hard not to say. "Thank you for helping me with my back again, Badgerclops. You're… an excellent friend."

Badgerclops giggled. "Hehe, it's no problem, Mao! Sometimes it's nice to just… hang out, y'know?" He began to softly hum a tune that Mao Mao had come to know well. He hummed it often when they did things like this.

Mao Mao sighed. The massage felt so good. It was all so good. But his heart ached desperately. He wanted to tell Badgerclops what he'd slowly come to realize since they'd come to Pure Heart Valley. It was almost painful to hold it back. He wanted to tell Badgerclops everything, but he squeezed the feelings down as far as they would go instead. No matter how much he wanted to speak up, he couldn't.

He changed the subject instead. "How’s your arm?”

Badgerclops smirked. “Flesh or robot?”

“Robot.”

He flexed it tentatively. “It could use some cleaning, I guess. Why?”

“Well, you know, you’re always doing nice stuff for me, I just thought… I’d like to do something for you. I’m… I care about you.”

Mao Mao’s heart was screaming at him. You deserve love! Talk about your feelings! They were Ol' Blue's words, though he'd said them much more calmly. Open yourself up! Let him in! You can be happy!

His stomach twisted in knots. He wanted to say it so badly. He wanted to tell Badgerclops how he felt, and it was terrifying. Badgerclops might hate him, or run away and never come back, or—even worse—might stay but turn distant. Mao Mao didn't want to lose the best friendship he'd ever had. He wanted Badgerclops to stay with him like this. But he couldn't stand the pain of hiding it any longer! His heart felt like it was going to explode from the conflict.

Badgerclops removed his hands from Mao Mao’s back. There was a hint of reluctance in the motion. “I care about you too, Mao Mao…” The weight and tension in the silence tore at Mao Mao’s resolve. Badgerclops stood. “Let’s head inside.”

“Wait.”

Badgerclops blinked, surprised.

Mao Mao rose and turned to face him. Badgerclops was awash in the fading golden light, the wispy edges of his fur catching the sun like a glowing aura. Mao Mao’s breath caught in his throat as he stared at Badgerclops’s shape. He was so big. His powerful arms and massive claws betrayed his incredible strength, but gentle kindness radiated from his face. That was the face Mao Mao had fallen in love with. Those were the arms he wanted to hold him.

“Badgerclops, I...”

He’d shared so much with Badgerclops over the years. He was the first person Mao Mao had ever opened up to about his childhood. He was the one who helped him get over Bao Bao. He gave Mao Mao more second chances than anyone deserved. There was no one in the world Mao Mao had ever felt closer to, and he knew that he had to tell him how he felt. Even if it meant risking everything.

It’s okay to be vulnerable. It’s okay to want to be loved. It’s okay to talk about your feelings. He repeated it to himself. Everyone has needs, even heroes. Do what’s best for yourself, not your image.

“You’re the most important person in my life, a-and I’m…” He clenched his fists. He was trying so hard to find the words. He wanted to tell him. He had to. “You mean a lot to me, and I want to stay together…”

Badgerclops furrowed his brow. He was clearly not sure what was happening.

Just say it! Say it say it say it!!! Mao Mao’s heart shrieked at him. He was starting to panic. This was the moment. He couldn’t stop now.

“I don’t want to just be friends! I… I love you!” The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could even process them.

Suddenly the world seemed deathly quiet. If the crickets were still chirping, Mao Mao couldn’t hear them. A massive weight lifted off his chest, but at the same time he felt like he might be sick. Every ounce of his attention was focused on Badgerclops, waiting for a response.

First was shock, of course. Badgerclops’s mouth opened slightly, along with his eye. He looked unwaveringly at Mao Mao. A tense moment passed; it felt like an hour to Mao Mao. He was barely breathing.

“Mao Mao…” His voice was so soft. So tender. Mao Mao waited with every hair on his body raised. He wanted love. He wanted it so badly. He wanted Badgerclops to say something.

Badgerclops shuffled awkwardly. “Do you… really feel that way about me?”

Mao Mao nodded slowly as his heart turned into a stone. This was going to be a rejection. He could feel it. A massive lump formed in his throat.

Then without warning, Badgerclops’s arms were around him, and he was swept off his feet and into a hug. “I love you too!” Badgerclops yelled, crushing him against his huge body. Mao Mao couldn’t believe it. This was too good to be true. Badgerclops was already crying, squeezing the remaining air from Mao Mao’s lungs as he hugged even harder.

Mao Mao pushed himself away slightly and gasped in a breath. Badgerclops realized that he’d gotten a little too zealous and gently set Mao Mao down on the ground.

It took a moment for Mao Mao to catch his breath. He looked up and saw that Badgerclops was bright red with blush, and grinning from ear to ear. Then he realized that he was too.

“Sorry, I…” Badgerclops started to laugh, and Mao Mao joined him. They were both still giddy from what had just occurred. Badgerclops thumped back down on the ground, throwing his arms behind him for support and tilting his head back as the nervous excitement poured out of him. Mao Mao sat down again too, facing him.

As soon as they could speak again, Mao Mao began interrogating him. “Why’d you ask me if I really meant what I said?? I thought you were about to turn me down!” He leaned back on his arms, breathing heavily to recover from the laughter.

Badgerclops looked embarrassed. “Dude, I’ve been in love with you since like, day three of traveling together. I was totally convinced you didn’t feel the same way about me. I mean, it’s been years, Mao! It just seemed like, way too good to be real, y’know?”

Mao Mao’s mouth dropped open. “You’ve been holding it in for YEARS?! I didn’t even have feelings until like six months ago and already I felt like I was going to burst!”

Badgerclops scratched the back of his head, embarrassed. “I mean, I didn’t really hide it. I was literally just giving you a massage and talking about how nice it is to spend time together. I just didn’t want to say anything because I thought if I did, you’d… not like me anymore.”

“Well, you’re never getting rid of me now.”

Badgerclops laughed. Mao Mao loved the sound of that laugh more than anything in the world.

“So, what do we do now?” Mao Mao asked. It wasn’t a rhetorical question; the world seemed more full of possibilities than it ever had before.

“Well,” Badgerclops said, scooting closer, “I’d really like to, uh… hold you a little more.”

Mao Mao’s chest flooded with nervous excitement. “I would enjoy that.”

Badgerclops wrapped him in a cuddly embrace, enrobing his body in comforting warmth. Mao Mao grabbed back, trying to push his body as close to Badgerclops’s as it would go. They laid back and watched the last of the light disappear from the sky, their arms and legs gleefully tangled together. And as the valley below them blazed with lighted windows, they quietly exchanged a kiss.

[tarotdeckshuffle]

Could I request a S/O who is surprisingly graceful and strong in battle despite seeming to be so soft and delicate with Chocobos, Ravus, Aranea, Luna and Ardyn?

Thanks for the request! This was pretty fun to write! I added a few bonuses just for kicks. Enjoy! ❤

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Noctis

Always wanted to protect you in battle.

You’re his little star; shining bright with a soft touch.

So cuddly, so sweet.

But a stormy rage comes to life within your body in battle.

You’re quick, light on your feet, with deadly accuracy.

Striking like lightning.

So powerful, you only need to strike an enemy once for them to go down.

Honestly, it’s terrifying and hot.

Noctis wants to match your grace, he wants to keep up with you.

He’s only able to do so by warping.

Sometimes, he finds himself staring, in awe of your skills.

He has total respect for you.

But is also a wee bit utterly terrified if you get mad at him.

He knows to keep out of your way on the field.

Prompto

You’re his little chocobo.

So soft, so cute!

He has all sorts of funny pet names for you.

Your laugh is his favorite thing in the whole world.

You always know just what to compliment to make him feel good.

But holy kupos captain!

When you’re on the battlefield, you’re a magician!

Do you ever hit the ground?

You’re above the enemy, landing with grace and striking with power.

Spinning, flipping in the air,

Only to bring wrath down upon your enemy.

Sometimes, Prompto forgets what he’s doing, stopping just to watch you.

Wow…just wow.

He’s entranced by how you move.

Getting dreamy eyed.

It takes the other men yelling at him to wake him from his daydream.

He gets childishly excited if you land in front of him.

Clapping, yelling, it’s adorable.

“YOU’RE SO COOL!”

Sure, Noctis is cool, too, but you do what you do without magic!

He loves everything about you and he wants you to know that.

Ignis

You take this man’s breath away.

Both on and off the battlefield.

You’re always helping him cook, asking questions about what he’s doing and why.

He loves teaching you.

You’re always saying the cutest things, too.

But your softness disappears in battle.

You have a dancer’s grace.

His breath is taken away,

Watching you glide effortlessly through the enemies,

Moving so fast that your feet are a blur.

Every movement is calculated and flowing,

Every strike hits with deadly force.

Where the men fight with bursts of power,

You seem to sweep,

Slicing through the battlefield, always in motion.

He always knows where you are,

But he truly wishes he could just stop and watch you.

He embarrassed you once in training,

By actually applauding you when the fight was over.

“Bravo!” He shouted.

You merely blushed.

Sure, maybe you claim you can’t dance,

But Ignis has seen you dance the most intricate and deadly performance of all.

Gladio

Gladio was trained with weapons and shields for his duties.

Sure, he can knock someone out cold with a single punch,

But he’s never mastered hand to hand combat like you.

Your gauntlets flash over the battlefield,

Moving so fast they seem to cover an enemy like flames.

Your whole body is a weapon.

Kicks mix with punches.

Harmonizing like the sounds of an orchestra.

He is so turned on by you.

Watching your every muscle work,

Your calculating eyes,

And your lightning fast movements.

It terrifies him how close you are to your enemies,

But not as much as it should terrify them.

When you’re alone, you’re his little bird.

So sweet, all giggles, and always getting lost.

You love to pepper him with kisses.

It’s such a stark difference to your grace and precision on the battlefield.

Gladio loves just watching you train.

He thinks that you are a complete work of art.

Ravus

Ravus has a presence that is both beautiful and terrifying.

And he knows it.

But you…you baffle him.

You are graceful and adorable, an odd combination.

Ever at his side, you are quiet, kind, gentle with him.

He would do anything to protect you.

But he truly doesn’t need to.

You have an acrobat’s grace and coordination on the battlefield.

Avoiding attacks in new and surprising ways.

Every battle is like a performance.

If Ravus were not so focused, he’d find your antics enjoyable.

Somehow, you know when danger approaches,

Avoiding it at the last minute in the most unexpected way.

Yet, you never seem to see how spectacular you are!

Once, just once, Ravus complimented your fighting technique.

You seemed flustered and just said that you could never compare to him.

Ravus strikes to end the fight quickly, but he finds your technique darkly seductive.

You dance with your enemies, tease them, seemingly disappear, only to come back to strike their weakest point.

He wishes he had your patience.

You are his beloved, graceful saint.

Luna

You are her everything.

Her sweet comfort.

Stealing kisses, making her laugh, holding back her fears.

But you become an image of divine retribution on the battlefield.

You fight from a distance, never leaving her side.

But your eyes are sharp and your aim is true.

Striking down whatever you gaze upon with incredible speed.

Your whole body takes on a perfect form,

Putting your very soul into ever shot.

You look absolutely sublime to Luna.

She could never match your speed or accuracy.

You have mastered the ancient and graceful technique of archers.

You’ve offered to teach her, but she’d rather watch you practice.

It amazes her that those eyes she can get lost in could be so sharp.

She is in awe of your skills.

She loves to brag about you.

Also, has utter faith in you, regardless of what you may think.

You are a being of divine justice to her.

Ardyn

Absolutely loves to watch you work.

Would totally just sit back and watch you.

“Are you going to help?”

“No, you look like you’ve got it handled.”

A seductive smile while he rests his head on his hand.

Sure, he can use magic to his liking,

But seem to be made of it!

It’s as though magic just flows from you on it’s own volition.

“You, my love, are absolutely breathtaking.” He kicks at a dead body. “And there’s the proof! There’s no breath left in them!”

He’s cheesy with you because he can be.

You roll your eyes at him, but pull him close for a kiss.

Your touch is soft and warm.

And compliments come readily.

But he loves to watch you gracefully slay all who stand in your way.

Aranea

She loves to tease you off the battlefield.

You blush easily and giggle often.

It’s so cute.

And you simply spoil her with such loving touches.

You’re sweet and readily accepted by her troops.

But on the battlefield…

“Damn…”

Aranea finds you undeniably seductive.

You move with the fury and grace of a blizzard.

Destroying all in your path.

Dancing with the danger before you.

You use whatever weapon at your disposal with expert hands and a calculating mind.

Aranea wants those hands on her, NOW.

There is something so sexy about seeing such grace and power.

Aranea will let you know where you screwed up,

But she’s also ready for much more.

Bonus:

Nyx

Finds grace on the battlefield to be utterly spectacular.

It’s not easy to be graceful and deadly.

So he’ll always compliment you on your technique.

And always try to coordinate with you.

But, man, it’s fun to watch you train.

He loves placing bets on you in training.

He knows his love can kick anyone’s butt.

Cor

Is also quite graceful in combat.

But doesn’t encounter such grace often.

So he loves fighting beside you.

It’d be utterly breathtaking to watch the two of you from the outside.

It’s a hurricane of blades and strength.

Won’t say much to compliment or criticize you,

But you know he respects you because he always chooses you to hunt with.

[adelheidvonschicksal]

Alpha!Midoriya x F!Omega!Reader | Late Bloomer

May I please have a so-called beta Izuku (dormant alpha) having his first ever rut sending his omega fem s/o into heat then things seriously escalate to NSFW territory from there? Maybe Izuku's hormone (testosterone) levels increased after winning a fight causing him to present (just a theory on why). Beta x omega would be taboo in omegaverse right? I also could totally see Izuku as a late blooming alpha. Thank U~

Warnings: fluff mostly! NSFW! It’s not noncon this time I swear! Dom!Deku

Hand holding with your boyfriend was your favorite part of walking to school together. You always were comforted with his fingers intertwined with your own. It made you more than content. You knew it was odd to others that you felt that way about a beta, but there was just something about having a sweet boyfriend who doted on you regardless of whether he had a strong scent or a knot.

Today, you were also feeling extra cuddly. You crooned and cuddled into his side, rubbing your scent into him as you buried your head to get any amount of his freshly cut grass scent in your nose. You cradled his arm against your chest, pulling fitfully while he blushed and stammered at the treatment and odd looks the two of you received.

Midoriya knew you couldn’t help your behavior though. For some reason, you tended to rub up against things around the same time every few months ever since you were pre-teens. It was a nightmare for your parents since you’d go around doing it to other kids, hugging them for far too long in a vice-like grip. He finally figured out why early on in your relationship though when you suddenly stopped attaching to friends and family and solely stuck to using him as your plush toy.

The overdose of affection was just a sign that your heat would come in a few days. It wasn’t unheard of for omegas and alphas to have pre-heat and rut signs: cramps, heat flashes, increased aggression, possessiveness, or nothing at all. He was just lucky that you had clingy. Even without being an alpha, he could really get behind this side of your omeganess. It was just so cute!

However, it was still a prelude to a bittersweet time that he didn’t know exactly how to feel about. Midoriya loved how sweet and needy you got for him when usually you were fairly independent. How you would cuddle him and run your hands through green hair. He couldn’t get enough when the two of you finally got alone.

Then, there was the leeward side of your heat.

The one where you doubled over in pain if you went without suppressants. It never seemed like he could properly satisfy you enough to kick you out of your heat early. It wasn’t that his size was the problem, he was surprisingly well-endowed in that department for a beta, or your pleasure since you always cried and spasmed around him each time, but rather his lack of a knot. Then, he was afraid that having sex might only serve to make your heat stall and last longer. So, you had to power through until it naturally declined and disappeared.

Midoriya couldn’t stand those days. It made him feel useless, and he couldn't really figure out what made you sign on for that when you started dating him at first. Two years later though, you were still here and cuddling into his side blissfully.

You had arrived at school early and decided to head to the canteen for breakfast. Your table was empty as you awaited the rest of your friend group to show up, but that didn’t matter to you since you were too busy feeling up a flustered bean and snuggling into his hair like he was your personal catnip.

“Deku~ you’re so flufffyyy,” you giggled as his hand shook around his spoon, milk and cereal spilling back into the bowl. You weren’t the only one who noticed the behavior as two burly older boys spotted you from the table over, amusedly watching the display of an omega in obvious pre-heat mode.

“(N-Name)-chan, you need to calm down, we’re at school,” he stammered, blush intensifying.

“No,” you cooed and licked his cheek, and he had to stop himself from falling over the edge of his seat in his embarrassment.

A laugh could be heard from the next table over. “Having trouble over there, buddy?” the taller of the two boys asked.

”Don’t let her jump you now! No still means no for omegas, too,” the other jokingly added.

“N-No, it’s fine!” Midoriya answered, pushing you down a little to stop you from climbing on top of him right there. “I got it covered.”

The two laughed, and the shorter one decided to invite himself over to your table to strike up a conversation or perhaps enjoy breakfast and a show. He stops though upon closer inspection. Your scent dominated over Midoriya, his completely erased with your own.

A scowl etched at his lips. “Are you two dating?”

“Mhm,” you hummed and inhaled deeply over Midoriya’s scent gland, too preoccupied to worry about the slight sneer the question was asked with.

“That’s just precious,” he said with a soft smile in your direction. Izuku smiled weakly and rubbed the back of his head, feeling a bit shy about the compliment until he opened his mouth again to mockingly state, “You must be the sweetest little omega to want to cozy up to a beta like that.”

Izuku tensed, smile dropping to a scowl. You followed suit, holding onto him, but your expression was less than friendly. Your good mood ruined.

The taller alpha tilted his head, furrowing his brows, his eyes squinting in thought. “No wonder she’s going crazy, she’s probably starving on beta cock,” he thought out loud, a genuinely confused personification of the “but why tho” meme, then addressed Midoriya, “Do you even know what to do with her?” he asked curiously.

”It’s none of your fucking business, piss off,” you grunted, hoping they’d drop the subject.

“We don’t mean anything by it, we just wanted to make sure you’re getting treated right,” the other says matter-of-factly, saving a softer tone for you than the scornful one he held for Midoriya.

It didn’t matter whether they meant offense or not. They caused it immediately when Midoriya pursed his lips and went quiet as he retreated into his own head.

You pouted, heart aching and anger growing at the way your boyfriend bowed his head. His hands clenched at his pants legs, and his teeth sunk hard into his bottom lip. You hugged your arms around his waist and settled your chin on his shoulder. “Just ignore him, Izu, he’s just jealous that the only action he’s getting is with his hand,” you say, throwing a sharp glare at him.

“What did you say to me, omega?”

Midoriya scowled. He clenched his fist as their attention directed towards you. He could deal with himself getting harassed, he’s had years of training in that department dealing with Katsuki and the other kids in middle school, but—

“You heard me, knothead. No one invited you over here in the first damn place,” you mouthed off again and gave a low growl.

—he was never one to let someone else get bullied or unfairly talked down to, especially not his girlfriend.

“Who the hell do you think you’re bucking at?”

“You, fuckface. Now back off before I lose my fucking temper.”

“Seriously, you want to fight? You have to be kidding me, your parents must be fucking dying at having a butch omega for a kid, no wonder you can't get an alpha,” he spats, and it’s the threatening growl that sets Deku off. He stood in front of you, arm held out low where you sat.

“Who do you think you are—talking to her like that! You don’t know anything about (Name) and don’t deserve to. You’re angry, acting out because you’re afraid to see people not feeding your ego by following your rules, and you can’t face the fact that no matter what you are; at the end of the day she still wouldn’t choose someone like you!”

You scowled behind Midoriya, glaring down at the intrusive alpha the same way Izuku did. There was a silence in the air for the few tables around you as they looked on, ready to see any sort of fight.

A fight is what they got when the resounding hit of a punch rang out, and you jumped up with a gasp as Midoriya stumbled back, clutching his hand to his nose. “Deku!”

“I’m fine!” he growled, swiping the back of his hand to wipe the blood away from the wound given to him. “It didn’t hurt!”

“You felt nothing yet, runt!” he spat and geared up to punch Midoriya again to show him how much his punches “didn’t hurt”.

You knew Deku was much smaller in frame than some of the other guys. You were a bit worried when green eyes met yours, but you had to remind yourself that even though he was small, he had muscles under that uniform blazer and could fuck someone up if need be, and everything burning inside him at once told him it was needed, much more so than usual as he blocked the punch and tackled down his rival.

Midoriya won’t deny the satisfying feeling and rush of power when his fist contacted bone and cartilage. It all went blank then. He ran on pure instinct, blocking out the yells and jeers around him. He kept enough sense to not use his quirk, but that didn’t slow him down from fighting with his own strength even after a hit broke through his barrage and nailed him in the face. Caught off guard, he was flipped over onto his back, becoming the submissive fighter now.

“Izuku!” you called to him, and his heart raced as you got closer to tear the bigger boy off him. You grabbed under one of his arms and moved to pin down the other, but his elbow came back mid-punch and nailed you in the cheek, and you backed off with a hissed, “Shit.”

You didn’t seem obviously hurt or much fazed by the hit other than your shock, but it didn’t matter when you got touched, when this asshole thought he could get away with that, to Midoriya’s omega.

Midoriya growled and thrusted the alpha off before pouncing to straddle him. “You’re going to pay for that!”

You winced with each hit, you’ve never seen him with that type of aggression. “Hey, Izuku…” He wasn’t paying attention. He was almost acting like a feral if you didn’t know better. It wasn’t normal, and you finally had enough when you heard the weak whimper from under him. “Izuku! Stop, I think he gets it!”

You grasped onto Izuku’s back, hugging him a little. He paused when your arms wrapped around him and your scent hit him so strongly for the first time in his life. He breathed heavily, gulping down at the bloody face under him before he gasped and quickly scrambled up onto his feet.

You pulled Izuku closer to the crowd, as he panted and calmed with the feel of your fingers slipping between his own. The taller Alpha ran up to his friend, kneeling and patting his cheek to coax him back to the conscious world. He groaned, and you were a bit relieved that he opened his eyes, even if he deserved it.

His friend smiled weakly before chuckling out at the bruised face of the student on the floor. “Dude…that little guy fucked you up.”

“Shut up, you dumbass!” the alpha cursed, popping up as the other students laughed. “You just fucking sat there and let it happen!”

“I thought you had it, really.”

You grimaced, holding onto Izuku tighter as you wondered what just happened. You didn’t have much time to consider it when you saw long black hair and a tired, irritated face breaking through the crowd.

Fuck.

The two of you sat alone in your desks in an empty classroom. You sighed, hating in school detention. You were supposed to be learning some really cool things in class today. Instead, you and Midoriya were both being punished. You didn’t use your quirks, so it lightened your sentence to three days of detention.

You glanced to Midoriya, still rigid at his desk. His nails dug against the edge impatiently. His expression tense and he himself silent, only groaning a bit when he would drop his head to his desk and rub against his forearm. You sighed. This is all that assholes fault.

Midoriya’s tension wasn’t from that though. He was more concerned about the boiling in his blood that had him physically sweating under his collar. He long tore off his blazer and undid a few buttons. Fighting for control, he focused on trying to keep his breathing steady, but oxygen suddenly felt too thick to swallow down while his stomach kept aching each time he inhaled your suddenly heavy scent. Always, you said your scent was like coconut, specifically the milk, and he never realized it smelled so good in his life until now, especially as you scooted your desk closer to his.

“Hey, I’m sorry I got us in trouble, Midoriya,” you mumbled and placed your hand on his shoulder. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

“No, I’m fine,” he huskily drawn out. You blinked at the deep, heavy voice given to you and leaned over to get a look at his face.

Midoriya didn’t know why he was suddenly thinking it now, but you looked good with your hair a little messy from the events of the day, and your thighs widening out against your seat, giving an exaggerated sense of fertile feminine curves. Your lips looked good enough to kiss and bruise red with bites right about now. He just really wanted to bend you over the desk and pound you raw until—shit, what is he thinking. You’re in school.

But when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and start your cuddling procedure again, your frame firm but soft against him, those thoughts all go out the window.

Midoriya reached out and clasped your face suddenly. You were pulled into a rough, uncontrolled kiss. Instead of growing more passionate, it started that way, hot and heavy as his tongue glanced over you.

“D-Deku?” you questioned, eyes widened as he pulled away and protectively slid the flat of his tongue across your cheek where you were hit like you were a preciously wounded animal that he had to take care of. You didn’t reject the attention, in fact, it was exciting, but you pushed away because of the odd behavior. “What’s gotten into you?”

“I-I don’t know,” he growled lowly against your lips, and you were shaking at the dropping octaves. He kissed you again, a bit more conscious and steadier as he stood and gripped your shoulders. The desperate grip almost hurt, but your whimper was swallowed down with hungry lips. His hold fell down your shoulders, rubbing up and down your biceps, slightly more comfortable. His chest rose heavy. Rapidly, it rose and fell against your own as he pulled away before rushing back to bite your bottom lip.

“I love you so much, (Name),” he whispered and smothered your neck in kisses.

“I lo—” you couldn’t get a word in edgewise as he kept kissing you, “ve, y-you, too,” you moaned and tilted your head. He took the opportunity to mark your neck, one spot at a time, though it didn’t take long to have a ring around you with the desperate speed he went at you.

“Deku,” you gasped when he fully squeezed your breasts through your school uniform, folding the fabric of your blazer in his hands before hastily undoing the buttons of both it and your shirt underneath. The ones that break off in his rush, lightly clacker against the floor and roll away to hidden corners.

Izuku pulled you up out of your seat, cupping your ass and hopping you up higher on his waist before settling you against the desk. “(Name), grind against me,” he demanded, nipping at your ear. You gave in easily to his demand, rocking your hips against his rock-solid cock. And fuck, you don’t know what’s gotten into him when he kisses and bites at the exposed tops of your tits but you’re not complaining when the smell of grass fills your nose again.

It was so…strong and heady and...Alpha.

So tantalizingly alpha as it mixed with something else your vaguely recognized. It had your body flooding with familiar hormones that had slick soaking through your panties. You didn’t think your heat would start so soon, you always had a few days in advance, but he was driving you mad. Your alluring smell only made him buck harder, and you yelped in his ear.

“(Name)-chan, you smell really good,” he said and tightened his hold around your back to get you physically close as possible. You think if he could melt into you, he would, and you’d gladly do the same.

He knew he was bad for your heat, but he couldn’t stop himself from pulling at his zipper and thrusting his pants midway down his thighs. You quickly sat back and did the same with your panties, letting them slide down your ankles. You didn’t bother to waste time kicking them off. You both needed each other now.

Your body trembled, and you gasped in the pleasure of having his much-needed cock inside you, immediately pulsing and ramming all the way back in one fluid jerk of his hips. “DEKU,” you screamed into his shoulder as he gripped on your hips and repeatedly buried himself inside your desperately clenching cunt.

You held onto him, bouncing back against the desk as he thrusted up into you. You always felt good during sex with him, but this time felt different in an exciting new way. From his sudden dominance to his thick scent, or guttural grunts, you didn’t know which and didn’t care as you finally kicked your undies to the floor and wrapped your legs around him. The room filled with the slapping of skin and smell of raw sex as your juices flowed in between your legs, squelching with every thrust. It was drowned out by both your moans as Izuku snapped his hips into yours, refusing to pull out of you for long before stretching you back out and making you cry with the quickly building force of your orgasm.

Something foreign drew against your body. It pressed against your entrance and ground against you with the rock of his hips. It wasn’t quite big yet and you moaned as it slid into you, locking for a moment before he pulled back out. You vaguely wondered if he was about to knot you.

It had to be impossible.

You whined as he pulled out of you, breathing heavy as he tried to catch his breath. You only had a small amount of time to gaze down at the base of his slick drenched cock. You clearly saw the bulb of his expanding base there. “Deku,” you breathed out, the dark look in his eyes said he’d figured it out, too.

“I’m sorry, (Name),” he huffed out, and you were unsure why he would apologize before he suddenly flipped you over the desk and onto your stomach. You cried out as he plunged back into you at a jackrabbit speed. “I-I can’t stop,” he apologized, squeezing you tighter as he closed his eyes and got lost in the feel of your walls hugging tight and wet around him.

Being bent over made everything squeeze and he felt twice as big going back inside you with one hand gripping your hip to tug you back against him and the other gripping the edge of the desk to steady himself as he pounded into you.

You felt pleasantly numb, as you buried your head in your arms to muffle your cries as you came around him. His first knot took a bit of time to swell up right, but once it did, you skipped past cloud nine, ten, and all the way to cloud 99 as it beat at your aching pussy before giving you what you needed—a full cock and knot burying balls deep inside you. Midoriya groaned, stilling and resting his forehead against your back as he spilled against your cervix.

“I’m sorry, (Name),” he panted, rubbing a sweaty forehead against your shoulder as he gently rubbed his fingers through your hair. “I didn’t know it would happen this way.”

“It’s okay, i-it felt amazing,” you sung out. “I didn’t think people presented so late.”

Midoriya nodded, not that you could see that or the bitter smile that followed. “I can finally make your heat go down now,” he commented jokingly, but you recognized the self-deprecation and the distance that rode on those words. Midoriya hated knowing at the end of the day, he was never able to make you this relaxed during without a near hour of build-up. He was relieved he finally could, but it also nagged at his mind that he really wasn’t good enough when he thought he was a beta.

“Deku, y-you know that didn’t matter, I’ve been in love with you since we were kids. It never mattered to me if you were an alpha or not, I just liked you because you were you and you made me happy,” you reassured him, wishing desperately that you could see his face more clearly as you turn your head to the side and look up at him from the corner of your eye. “And like you said, I’d would’ve chosen you over an alpha any day,” you smiled sweetly, and his cheeks darkened. “So, will you please kiss me now? I can’t really do it bent over like this.”

He nodded and pressed a kiss to the corner of your lips, gently combing through your hair in the meantime as he waited for his swelling to go down. Midoriya smiled weakly and rubbed his wrist at wet green eyes. He had no idea how he managed to get so lucky in life to have you. “I love you, (Name).”

“I love you, too, but I think we have some time to make up for,” you teased and rocked back against him again, making him moan as you spasmed around his knot.

“(Na-Name), you can’t do that so suddenly. I��m still not used to this,” he hissed and rutted back into you. “S-Shit,” Midoriya growled as his knot loosened and slipped out of you.

Watching you leak with a mix of your cum, he immediately burned with a foreign desire to knot you again and again. Fuck. He supposed he would have to spend the next few days in detention learning something. Practicing on fucking you through your heat seemed like the perfect lesson.

You licked your lips, wantonly, and refused to slow down as you wiggled against his lap. “I need your knot, Deku,” you whimpered, and his blood began to boil again.

“I-I won’t hold back then,” he replied before gripping onto your waist and giving you both what you needed.

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may i request miguel getting snuggled/hugged? because he's lovely and he just looks really huggable and aaa!

Aw, that’s so cute! Sure, here’s some Miggy snugs!

An interesting thing about Miguel is how much his body has changed over the years, and that he never really had a ‘soft’ or seemingly super-cuddly-shaped phase; he wasn’t a round child, instead being surprisingly skinny even in his youth, then growing into a lanky, tall-for-his-age adolescent, before becoming the tall, sculpted man of his adulthood. He never was pudgy or squishy or especially soft to the touch. Even now, post-spiderbite, clocking in at 6′2′’ and over 230 pounds of muscle, Miguel seems like he’d be at his least cuddly stage of life.

But this is actually when he’s his most cuddly, and getting snuggled, hugged, cuddled and kissed by his beloved every day.

For example…

It’s a quiet Saturday afternoon and Miguel doesn’t have to go into the lab, so he’s taken the day off to stay home. He’s laying in bed in his boxers, stretching so that his tight back pops a little, and when it does, he relaxes with a contented sigh. His sweetheart wanders into the bedroom from the living room, carrying a plate with a sandwich on it, and Miguel sits up on his elbows, smiling at her.

“Here you go,” she says, setting the plate on the bedside table nearest Miguel. “Thought you might be hungry. It’s nearly noon and–”

But instead of replying, instead of taking the sandwich, Miguel reaches for his beloved’s hands, twining their fingers together and tugging at her arm, pulling her towards the bed wordlessly. She follows his lead and allows him to guide her into a position where she’s cuddled up to his side, her head resting on his broad chest, their still entwined hands sitting on his hard stomach with his thumb gently tracing over the hills and ridges of her knuckles.

Miguel kisses the crown of her head and nuzzles into her hair, humming with pleasure as he smells her shampoo, smells the warm, singular scent of her, feels her heat radiating into his skin. He adjusts his free hand so that his arm encircles her shoulders and folds her closer to his chest, then skates his fingers up and down her side, tracing the curve of her waist.

His beloved smiles into his chest and nudges her nose against his collarbone, burrowing into the thick column of his neck lovingly, and Miguel makes a little shiver as a deep chuckle vibrates in his sternum, the tickling sensation of her breaths on his sensitive neck making him squirm a little.

“Mmm, Miggy,” she breathes, feeling Miguel once again writhe as her breath passes over his neck, “Has anyone ever told you what a good cuddler you are?”

“Not especially,” he replies. “I think I tried to hug a girl in college and she told me I was all elbows and shoulders and that it hurt to get snuggled by me; I think the phrase she used was “like trying to cuddle a pile of steel rebar”.”

At that, Miguel’s sweetheart coos in sympathy, freeing her hand to pat his chest lovingly before grazing her palms up and down his pectorals, noting the number of thin, pale-tan scars lining them. He has scars all over from his altercations throughout the years, scattered over his arms, legs, back, chest, and hands. He even has a few small ones on his face, but as she gazes at his chest, she can see a jagged scar arcing across his pectoral. It looks new. She eyes it, blinking slowly before making her reply.

“Well, I think you’re wonderful to hold, wonderful to be held by. I always feel safe and comfortable when you’re holding me, you know? Like everything is going to be okay. Plus,” she grins, looking up from his chest to meet his ruby-red eyes, “You’ve got… these to cuddle!”

She swings a leg over his abdomen and pulls herself into a sitting position abruptly, then throws her hands down onto Miguel’s prominent pecs, squeezing them and making him burst into resounding peals of laughter. He tosses his head on the pillow as she squishes his pecs around, listening to her comments on how comfy they are to rest on with a huge smile on his face.

“And don’t even get me started on that butt,” she teases. “Ooh, man, what a cuddly butt. Big Butt O’Hara, that’s you. King of the cake.”

“Stooop,” Miguel half-heartedly whines, batting his hand in the air like a faux-humble Southern belle. “You’re fit to make me blush.”

“And your big ole’ thighs! My goodness, how could I forget to mention the thighs!”

“Come on, down you get,” he says as he places his hands on her waist, squeezing softly. “We were cuddling so nicely, too, before you launched the compliment crusade.”

“But I wanna compliment you! You’re cute when you’re flustered!”

This gives Miguel pause, and as he looks up into the face of his lover, sees the sincerity in her eyes, the warmth of her smile, the sweetness of her gesture, he melts a little, and can feel heat flushing his cheeks. She bends down at the waist and gives him a soft, slow kiss, one that makes Miguel feel simultaneously excited and at ease, racing and relaxed at once.

His hand cups her cheek, then inches towards the nape of her neck, coasting up into her hair and tugging her in to deepen the kiss. A soft groan rumbles in his chest, and he feels her pull off to breathe as the last notes of the groan tumble out of his lips, making him sound disappointed that she’s stopped kissing him. He is, of course.

 But he feels comforted when he looks up into her warm eyes, seeing them glitter with mirth and enjoyment. Miguel cups her jaw and strokes along her cheekbone, admiring the shape of her face, the way the light reflects off her skin, the shapes her hair makes as it shifts with her movements. Miguel stops for a moment, holding her chin in his hand; he’s realized how large his hands are compared to her.

She looks so small, even as she sits above him, and Miguel caresses his hand down her chin, along her neck, across her shoulder, and down her arm to her hand, then lifts her hand up, comparing the size of their fingers, the breadth of their palms. He massively outspans her, practically able to fold his fingers over the height of hers, and he cocks his head to the side, looking at the union of their hands.

“You’re tiny,” he remarks.

“You’re big,” she replies. “You’re the outlier, here!”

“That’s fair,” Miguel says softly, not really paying attention to his words, more invested in comparing their sizes, noting the differences between them. “But you’re still absolutely tiny, in my opinion. I mean, look at this!”

He puts his large hands on the smallest part of her waist and lifts her up, raising her without strain. His powers make her lighter than a feather to him, and he flaunts how easily he can move her around, able to lift her like a toy.

“You’re a doll!,” he chuckles, holding her above him vertically. “I could put you in my pocket!”

“I’m a very normal-sized woman!”

But Miguel just continues smiling, setting her down on the bed and scooping her close to his side, rolling so that he’s turned to face her. They face one another and grow quiet as they settle down, a calmness re-entering the room, and soon each of them putting their hands on the other and slowly, experimentally, soothingly touching what they find on their partner.

Miguel’s hands seek out her skin, his fingertips brushing along her forearms, her shoulders, even up to her lips, where he traces his index and middle fingers along the sensitive skin, following their natural curvatures and delicate shapes. Her hands find his hair, finger-combing through his locks and gently tugging in the way she knows he adores. 

His hair is curlier than it used to be; he used to straighten it for appearances’ sake, embarrassed of his curls, but he’s been growing more confident in his natural state as of late, letting his curls come back in, and she couldn’t be happier. She loves the curls, but more so loves that Miguel is finally starting to love himself, too.

For Miguel, he strokes his hands along her body, feeling how wonderfully solid she is, how unfleeting, how real and present. He caresses his hand along the plateaus of her back, rubbing at the spots where he knows she carries tension. He wants to ease those aches she gets, and smiles to himself when she makes a relieved murmur as he rubs at a sore knot in her back. In thanks, she scrapes her nails along the underside of his cut jaw, scritching his growing stubble lovingly, as if he was a well-behaved pet getting his reward for being such a good boy.

They continue their ministrations for one another for several minutes before Miguel pauses, his hands stilling and rubbing small, barely noticeable circles into the small of her back. Breathing out through his lips, Miguel takes a long, slow survey of her face, then speaks.

“I love you.”

They’ve said it before– by now, Miguel must have said it hundreds of times– but he always feels something deep and intrinsically powerful whenever he tells her that. For so long he struggled to allow himself to love, much less to say it aloud to the object of his affections, but now, with her, he feels safe enough to do it. And he really, truly does love her; he hopes she knows that.

“I love you, too,” she murmurs back, leaning in to press her forehead against his, a sensation of protection coming over Miguel as she says the words he needed to hear.

He rubs her back hard, trying to ground himself in both the emotional and bodily experience of this moment, then pushes on her back so that she’s pressed against his body, intimately close. His arms wrap around her and he squeezes her in as near as he can get her, ducking his head into the crook of her neck. She raises her hand and gently passes over his hair, humming something as she soothingly brushes at his dense, red-brown curls.

“I love you, Miggy,” she repeats. “Always and infinitely.”

“Always and infinitely,” he mirrors, mumbling into her neck, nearly shy.

After a few minutes in that position, Miguel shifts, rolling her onto her back and crawling so that he’s hovering above her, staring down at her with a loving smile on his face, slightly tinged with mischief. She can see that glimmer of rapscallion in him, but lets it slide; Miguel is nothing if not playful. He lowers his head and kisses her, then, both of them melting into one another. She tangles her arms around his neck, and his hands find purchase on her, allowing them to deepen the kiss.

She’s beginning to lose herself to the sensations of his kissing when, slowly, Miguel’s hands leave her shoulders and trickle towards her waist in that tell-tale kind of lightness; she jolts and breaks the kiss as Miguel gives her his troublemaker smile.

“Don’t you da-ARE–”

But she can’t get it out in time; Miguel has already started tickling her sides furiously, making her shriek and wriggle as he locks her into a pinned position with his legs and arms.

“MI-G– MIGUEL!,” she screams, laughing wildly as she tosses and turns on the bed beneath him, writhing in tickled agony, “ST-OP IT!

He just bends down and kisses her face playfully, still ravaging her sides with tickles, and both of them know there’s nowhere else in the world they’d rather be than right here, in this moment, with the one they love.