I’m So Happy You Were Born

"𝓦𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓶𝓮?"

💫𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: (DMC5) Dante x Gender-neutral reader

💫𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: Dante can't help but feel a little insecure when his body is losing itself at his old age

💫𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Fluff, 1k word count & Spelling Mistakes

💫𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈: I had to make another one

💫𝒟𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒 “𝒮𝑜𝓃 𝒪𝒻 𝒟𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒹𝒶”

Every day with you felt like a dream—waking up to you, while ignoring the countless calls ringing downstairs, eating with you. At the same time, you complain about his everlasting diet (boasts about having good skin even now), 

hanging out with you, when he should be doing work and adulting so that the devil may cry office does lose its power again since he can’t take on any job that doesn’t interest—he’s got standards he tells you, he’s not some easy man who’ll take any job that comes his way, it’s an insult that you would think that way about him.

At the beginning of the night, he takes off his boot, coat thrown somewhere that can keep it from falling from the floor—it ends up falling onto the floor anyway, in the middle of the night—The way you’d sigh and elbow him for hogging the blankets, the way he’d pull you closer anyway, muttering something about "have some chivalry" as if he were some kind of sleeping beauty.

You spent as long as you can remember with him in this cycle, going through many phases together. 

.

Now that he gets older, he can't help but get nostalgic. Back in the day, back when he was majestic (and still is), he looked like he was meant to be in Baywatch—and it isn’t his insane ego talking for him (it is). He remembered how you used to swoon over him (his words, not yours), watching with a look in your eyes that made your pupils look like hearts.

Which, in your interpretation, you don’t exactly remember you being as desperate and love-struck as he claims, though you did have a habit of lingering a little too long—but in your defence, that’s because you were worried about him. And he certainly won’t admit that he was projecting how he used to act onto you.

Ah. Those were the days he misses at times, yet somehow, you look even more attractive now than you did back then—something he’d say out loud, of course. (more differently and obnoxiously of saying it, "Guess my good looks finally rubbed off on you."). Even now, he still acts like the love-struck teenager he was back then.

But one of the few downsides of getting older was that he was prone to gaining a bit of weight, his body had the abs…just a little weight added onto (those pizzas were beginning to catch up with him in his 40s), staring at the mirror for a little. He usually would pout and try to get some reassurance from you, which you always gave. 

But today, he just felt strangely insecure over it, more than usual, so he finds himself not mentioning it to you.

He stands there a little longer than usual, fingers pressing against the slight softness where hard edges used to be. The mirror doesn’t lie—but then again, neither does time. He scowls at his reflection, as if sheer force of will could carve the years away.

“What are you doing?” 

You already knew what he was doing, but still had the courtesy to ask him, raising an eyebrow as you came out of the shower freshly clean and the smell of the body wash you use still radiating off.

Walking past Dante was in front of the full-length mirror—sitting on the edge of the bed as you take some lotion to put on your skin.

Dante huffs, crossing his arms as he finally tears his gaze away from the mirror. "Just admiring the view," he says, flashing you that same roguish grin that’s charmed you for decades—though now, the look in his eyes is similar to whenever he gets nightmares and he tries to persuade you otherwise.

Setting the lotion aside, you stand and cross the short distance between you, your fingers brushing his arm before sliding down to intertwine with his.  

"Admiring the view, huh?" you murmur, tilting your head. "Funny, because I was just thinking the same thing." Your other hand is going to cup his stubble cheek.

His smirk softens at your touch, the tension in his shoulders easing just slightly. He leans into your palm, the roughness of his stubble pricks against your skin like tiny dull needles.  

"Cheesy," he mutters, but there's no bite to it—just that quiet, rare fondness he reserves only for you. His fingers tighten around yours, thumb brushing over your knuckles in a slow, absent rhythm. 

“Takes one to know one.”

You press a kiss to his jaw, right where the stubble is the softest, and feel the way his breath hitches—just slightly, just enough for you to notice.  

Dante exhales through his nose, turning his head to catch your lips properly, his free hand coming up to tangle in your damp hair. He can't help but bring his lips pressed tightly against your lips.

His stubble scrapes against your skin, and it’s rough; you can’t help the small sigh that escapes you. Dante swallows it greedily, his other hand sliding down to grip your waist, fingers pressing into the dip of your spine like the desperate maiden he is.

Your free hand goes to the little space between you and traces the slight softness where his abs used to be more defined. 

Dante tenses for just a second—that split-second hesitation that betrays him more than any words could. But then your fingers spread wide, pressing possessively against the warm skin of his stomach, and something in his posture shifts. 

"Still feels the same," you murmur against his lips, dragging your hand up to feel the solid muscle beneath. 

His hands can’t help but be influenced by your own when his hand goes under the waistband of your clothing.

"You," you murmur against his mouth, "are still my favorite view."

Dante barely gives you a second to breathe before he’s kissing you harder, rough and desperate, his hands sliding under your clothes like he can’t get close enough.

"You’re gonna kill me one day," he mutters, pulling your hand off his cheek, grinning as he presses his face right in your neck—the hairs pricking your neck nicely.

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Hi! Can I have maybe a head canons or scenarios request for Dante (DMC 5 and Netflix version) with a fem s/o who's loyal towards him and very caring towards him.

As if the reader would do everything they can to make him happy and show how they love him or cared for him. What would both versions react about this?

I don't just write for Dante, yall can send in requests of Vergil, or V or Nero >3

Thank you for this, it's so cuuuute

DMC5 Dante absolutely loves it.

♡ His s/o is a morning person. Always up before him unless he hadn't went to sleep in the first place, or he makes her sleep in with him. She'll show her love to him with acts of kindness.

♡ Keeping the place clean is one of them. Dante knows not to dirty something reader has cleaned unless he wants to be the one to reclean it. One time, he had to mop the whole place from stepping in with mud.

♡ By the end of that day, the two of you were dancing to the music you had playing to help motivate him. The floor didn't get clean, but that was okay. A memory with Dante that's filled with smiles and laughter, shared kisses... that meant more.

♡ Definitely has a habit of showering him with kisses on the daily. Doesn't matter what he is doing - as long as their are safe - she'll walk up to him, cup his scruffy face in her hands and pepper kisses all over his face. Each time saying something so tooth rotting sweet.

"handsome," kiss "strong" kiss "you always do such a good job" kiss "I love you."

♡ Surprises him with strawberry sundaes. And most of you money goes to pizza - but that's fine. You're not the one in debt.

♡ What really gets him is when he's noticed how nothings went out yet. Electricity, his water, it's all still on even though he knows he hasn't paid it in months. Tries to ask Morrison about it, but all he gets is, "You have someone who cares, Dante."

♡ Shaving. He doesn't do it often, since how fast it grows back. But when he does shave - you're more than happy to do it for him. Settling upon his lap with the cutest expression of focus as she is careful with shaving him. When done, she can't help but to rub her check with his affectionately. Reminding him of a cat.

♡ You practically do everything for him, it's how you show your love. But don't get it wrong, Dante tries his best to show you that kind of love in return. Except, his comes in the way he practically worships you.

2025 Dante doesn't feel like he deserves it.

♡ His S/0 is someone he's known for a long time. Having started out as friends until he decided he would try. Just for her. He's scared to become attached to anyone, and this shows whenever he subconsciously pulls away from you.

♡ You're patient though. And with every action you do, you make sure to poor every ounce of care and love into it. Making him know he is truly loved.

♡ Not a hunter, but you're not defenseless. For from it. When his s/o has discovered what he does, she spent the whole night learning what she could from him. Every now and then, you'll try to sneak up on him, but he always knows it's you.

His hands automatically gripped beneath your thighs when you jumped on his back. Hands covering over his eyes as you tried to change your voice, failing. "I'm robbing you!"

The silliest grin appears on his face. "Oh, yeah? What're you taking then, pretty?"

You groan, before smiling. Removing your hands and leaning more over his shoulder. Hands cupping his face. You declare, "You're heart!" before kissing him.

♡ He appreciates your loyalty. He see's it in how you reject any other man who wished to be with you. In how you stay by his side no matter the dangers. even when he's having a difficult day and say's something he shouldn't have.

♡ You love him in the way you would start a warm bath or shower whenever he returns home a completely mess. In how you join him and wash the gunk from his hair. And he feels it when you hold him at night. Fingers running through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp. In how you whisper, "I love you..." In such a soft, sweet whisper.

♡ Dante doesn't like caring. Always makes it a point not to. When in reality, he cares the most. And even though it is still difficult for him to voice or show this, he tries his damn hardest. Just for you.

"AND YOU LOVE THAT, RIGHT?"

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH DANTE

Pov: He feels different after his demonic awakening and you confort him ❤

I hope you like it! 💛😌☝

It had been a week since Dante had his demonic awakening.

During that time, he'd been quite distant from you, as if he didn't consider you worthy of your attention.

You decided to talk to him.

You walked over to where he was staring out the window of his shabby apartment and wrapped your arms around his waist, making him smile.

"Hey, baby," he whispered, his husky voice making you shiver, as it always did when he spoke to you with that tone so gentle yet firm.

"Hey," you murmured, placing a kiss on the back of his neck. "Hey, we need to talk."

He turned quickly, thinking he'd done something wrong that had caused you to get angry with him.

"What's wrong?" he asked, looking at you intensely. "Is this about the hunt the other day?" Next time I promise not to kill those demons so quickly and leave a couple for yourself.

"It's nothing like that," you murmured. "It's just that since you had your awakening, I've noticed you've been distant with me, different," you explained. He tilted his head to the outside before looking at you again. "You know you're still the same, right?" He nodded silently. "And you know that I still love you, right?"

"Even though I occasionally transform into a demon with huge red wings?"

"Even so," you smiled. "Besides, I…" You stopped due to the embarrassment you suddenly felt. He smiled crookedly.

"What were you going to say, precious?" He whispered, placing his hands on your hips to pull you closer to him.

"I…" You swallowed hard. "I was going to say that I like your wings." He raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised.

"Oh yeah?" "He asked. You nodded. "Why?"

"I don't know… maybe it's because… they make you look bigger than you already are."

"And you love that, right?" He murmured, turning you so that you were now leaning against the wall. "Do you like feeling small compared to me?" He whispered, smiling crookedly. "Next time I transform, I'll wrap my wings around you," he promised. "Is that what you want?"

"Yes," you almost gasped. "But now I want you to kiss me."

"Not so fast, darling," he smiled, tracing your lower lip with his thumb. "I'll have a little fun with you first."

I really thought that Miguel was a vampire, but even if that's wrong, no one ever said that he can't do Edward

Imagine Helping Dante Shave

Dante X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Suggestive themes, steam

Word Count: 1.2k

(A/N:) Had this idea and it was just too yummy to pass up! So the Dante brainrot continues! Stay tuned for more as I continue to obsess! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Dante squirmed in his chair, his blue eyes staring straight into yours. He wasn't expecting to be placed in such a situation, not that he was complaining but you needed him to sit still. And you were the reason that was being a difficult task for him to accomplish.

"Dante stop moving," you grumbled keeping a sturdy grip on his scruffy chin.

"It's difficult for me with you sitting on me like that," Dante groaned, placing his hands on your hips. He just wiggled more causing the razor to lift from his cheek.

"Dante!"

"I don't want scalped babe," he whined.

"Then stop moving," you replied taking another strip of hair with the razor.

With you sitting on his lap, your legs straddling him it was enough to fluster the man. It wasn't that he was uncomfortable with the seating arrangement and your body being placed upon his so inviting. Nope not uncomfortable at all, but you said not to touch you anywhere but your hips so he wouldn't distract you from your task. That was what he was struggling with, with your gorgeous face so close to his you were temptation wrapped in a perfect package.

"I can see that brain of your working behind those eyes," you teased him while wiping the razor clean.

"So you admit I actually have a brain," he purred moving his hands back some to cup your rear.

You slapped his hands and he immediately obeyed placing them back to where he was allowed. He pouted but didn't say a word.

"When it benefits you, now behave so I can finish this up."

"Do I get a treat when you're finished with me?"

"I'll think about it," you grinned before placing a kiss on his brow.

So in light of his possible reward after his shave, Dante remained quiet and kept his hands in place. Though he couldn't stop his thumbs from rubbing circles into your shirt. His gaze watched your every move and he couldn't help but grin whenever you would tilt his face. It was only when you would grow uncomfortable that you would abandon your task to flick his nose or give him a glare. It would only make Dante chuckle and sneak a quick kiss before retreating. But you could only shake your head and let him do what he wanted.

When Dante had said something about how scruffy he was looking, you volunteered to shave him pretty quickly. Dante didn't let people do much for him, as he was just used to taking care of everything himself. That's why this moment felt important to you, Dante letting his guard down for just a second. You could see the man underneath that he kept hidden. Jokes and his devil may care attitude hid a brokenness he didn't want others to see. As you worked the razor carefully across his face, you took in his features. Eyes that would make the clearest bluest day jealous, a jaw that could cleave a demon in two, and hair that could rival the freshest snow. He was handsome and strong and kind. Your heart beat harder as the razor stilled in your hand causing Dante to look up. He could see your chest rising and falling more rapidly and he knew he was to blame. So he took that as a pass to break the rules.

He took the razor from your hands, setting it on his desk with a gentle thud against the wood. He looked comical with shaving cream still staining his cheeks but at the moment all you could notice was the look he had. He looked at you like a water starved man looked at an oasis a beast that hadn't fed in weeks. He cupped your cheeks, yours so much softer and the feminine fullness of your lips calling to him. His thumbs lazily stroked across your cheeks, Dante reveled at the soft skin under his callouses. Seconds passed and he was kissing you, his mouth on yours firmly taking what he wanted. You kissed him back, tongues clashing as you held onto his shirt, wadding it in your fist like you could pull him closer. The cotton fabric beneath your fingers a contrast to the hard muscles underneath Dante's skin. He was darkness and light, soft and hard. He was everything you could dream of as his humanity always stayed close to the surface, overpowering the devil inside. He held you tightly not wanting to release you as he tasted and took and craved. One hand moving to cup the back of your neck and the other moving to bury into your hair. His chair creaked as you shifted on top of Dante's lap and he groaned. Your scent mingling with the scent of shaving cream and the leather chair he sat on. You reached up, fingers tangling in the gray strands on his head before pulling away as your lungs screamed for air. You both sit there panting for much needed air before you smooth your hair and clear your throat.

"I think you got your reward early," you rasped.

Dante with kiss swollen lips started to laugh at the image before him. Cheeks flushed red, lips plumped by his frenzied caresses, and smears of shaving cream on your chin, nose, and cheeks.

"Am I shaving you next," Dante asked picking up a clean towel that you hadn't used yet. He wiped the cream away revealing your blushing cheeks.

"You would probably try to use Rebellion to shave me if I let you," you snorted.

"Cleanest shave you'll ever have," he licked his lips still tasting you.

"I'm not letting you shave me with Rebellion sweetheart," you got back to your task.

Dante sighed, "You never let me do anything fun."

"Oh I know I'm just terrible," you made the last swipe with the razor.

"Kiss me again and I'll forgive you," he grabbed you bringing you closer until you scooted further across his lap and your knees hit the back of the chair. Your breasts pressed against his warm chest. You refused to let him distract you again before you finished wiping the remaining shaving cream from him. He grabbed the towel tossing it away for it to land in the floor somewhere to be picked up later. Leaning in for more kisses, you stopped him with your hands on his cheeks. Dante yelped at the burn as you started patting aftershave against his freshly shaved skin.

"Much better," you laughed before twirling a strand of hair between your fingers. "Now you just need a haircut."

"Maybe later I'm craving something sweeter than strawberry sundaes," Dante purred. Embracing you again as he held onto you tighter. He pulled away his lips barely parted from yours. "I think I'll have you help me shave more often."

"I think I can handle that," you whispered.

Life could never be perfect but when you had Dante and he had you, life was as close to perfect as could be. His shop a little slice of heaven when you were around.

+ note: i intended this with dmc3 dante, but any version of him you desire works <33

minors dni!

dante sparda was an know for his appetite. he loved pizza, he loved strawberry sundaes. but what he most loved?

your pussy.

dante could spend hours between your thighs. he would beg for a lick, "just one, please?" you both knew that it would be way more than one. but how could you ever deny him?

he was messy, but skilled. one long, flat press of his tongue up your slit, fingers parting your lips as he dips his tongue in to lap at your walls.

he couldn't get enough!! his lips would wrap around your clit, tracing shapes and his name onto the sensitive bud. anything to get you to cum, anything to slurp up all your release.

dante never settled for one orgasm from you. no, he needed more. your thighs would be coated in your slick, release, and his drool, his chin wet, a puddle soaking into the bed or couch, where ever he could get you.

your legs would be slung over his shoulders, mouth desperately making out with your cunt, like he was starved for days.

he even asked you to not shower after work. he loved your natural scent, the taste of your day on you.

dante was a hungry, sloppy man, never satisfied. he craved you. it got him off watching you fall apart under him.

or better, on top of him. he loved having you sit on his face.

that's an understatement, he needed you to sit on his face. caging his head in between your thighs, rutting your hips against his mouth, it was heaven for the man.

his eyes would close in pure ecstasy, hands keeping your hips fully seated on his face as he slurps away. he doesn't do that hovering bullshit, he needs to feel you against him, on him.

dante has no shame using his devil trigger as well, fucking you with his long tongue, hot breath against your wet flesh. it was primal, he felt almost animalistic with the way he would get.

what could he say? dante really just loved the taste of you.

©2025 spikesbunny- please do not repost/translate my works on other media sites ♡

as soon as gabby starts calling reader mom ugh i’m sure miguel starts thinking abt actually asking the reader to marry him

this is a part of my flower shop au, fics are linked in my masterlist in case you want to read them if you havent :)) (gn!reader who's called 'mom')

miguel is an emotional man

he was near tears when he heard gabi call you mom for the first time

it made him see you in a brighter light

one that highlighted your features and made your skin glow

ever since gabi called you mom, he's been thinking of how stunning you'd look in your wedding outfit

miguel can tell that gabi loves you dearly, I mean she called you mom for gods sake

but he loves thinking about the excited smile she'd have when she sees you in your pretty outfit walking down the isle

he can practically picture how he'd be crying the second he sees the door open

after dreaming about it and being slightly disheartened that there's no ring on his finger yet

he searches for hours on end for the perfect rings

wonders whether to get a big diamond or smth dainty and cute

also tries to discreetly measure your ring size

meaning he steals borrows one of your rings to take to a jeweler

//spiderverse 2 spoilers

⋆˚࿔ — TIRED ? YOU CAN JUST REST ON ME ; ➢ ; DANTE S .

☁︎ — wrote this for funsiess in a very tired state after work,, anyways need this to happen to me so bad,, 🙂‍↕️🫶 might be ooc dante, dividers by @/cafekitsune .

minor proof-read .

@shomatoriashi 💫

THE MOMENT you arrived at the doorstep of the all-too-familiar place around the late hours of the evening, the unwanted soreness sensation returns from within you, groaning out in a mixture of exhaustion and relief.

Relieved because finally— you could leave your workplace. It's not that all bad, to be fair. It wasn't so complicated, for you at least, but you're just glad to be back home and away from that exact place.

You didn't even bother to find him just yet; landing swiftly onto the quite old couch that's located nearby with a small sigh. God knows how much you wanted to rest up right now so bad, but you know that you needed to, at least, clean yourself up first.

But eh, maybe that could wait.

The bones and muscles within your body is almost seconds away from giving in— wanting to just shut down everything that's possibly existing within your own mind and even whatever's currently happening from the outside world.

Even without telling him directly still, Dante could immediately sense your arrival, despite of your efforts on not making too much noises, which is almost quite odd to him.

Usually, you would've at least greeted him in a cheery manner, even though you're actually tired. But today is a little different, and he took an immediate notice of it and tried to mentally think of ways on what to do and approach. It doesn't take long, however.

Because it is Dante we're talking about. He would know, regardless.

You're not even aware that the male had been standing near one of the room's doorframe, eyes observing over your fatigue form. It doesn't take long for him to actually, and effortlessly setting you down atop of his lap instead. You're too tired to care about your current position anyways.

At certain moments like these, Dante didn't really speak much. He somehow could sense the weariness radiating off from you alone, and so, he simply held you within his arms securely; as if protecting you so closely, and so dearly.

A soft sigh would escape from your lips, resting your head comfortably even more against his own; focusing on the way his heart beats right at this moment, the way one of his hands would hold you against him— the other would tenderly stroke your hair as a way to lull you even further into a state of slumber.

"I know you're exhausted.. Just rest up, okay? I'm here."

He would mumble several comforting words next to your ear, kissing the side of your head after while rocking you gently in that position, still. It didn't take long before you actually fall asleep on him, snoozing off with your mind elsewhere— feeling safe with him.

And even when you're asleep, he wouldn't stop holding you until you're properly awake later on.

— written by @luneariaa . reblogs are appreciated. do not repost; all rights reserved . 💫

insecurities is just the most common thing a human being can experience..no matter your power, strong will, immaculate self discipline, insecurities are normal and everyone goes through it once in a while.

And like everyone else, you have your own insecurities. Being fat is something everyone seems to look down on. Everything is funnier and way easier to make fun of when you're fat. You hate looking at yourself and seeing your body. Your chubby tummy, your fat arms and squishy cheeks. They were the bare minimum of what you disliked about yourself, dare you say hate.

It will always befuddle you when you see your super handsome strong and admirable boyfriend. I mean he's well built, sexy, and damn was he just blatantly perfect. There's no point in pointing out small features about him when everything you seen was perfect. Anyone with eyes could see he is a walking piece of art perfectly made.

It hurts you to see that you're holding something like him down. It makes you feel terrible.

You're sulking in bed, you haven't moved since he's left this morning. It worries him terribly. It's normal for you to feel gross and icky but that doesn't mean it doesn't upset him as well. He hates seeing you cry, and when it gets this bad he can't help that stinging feeling he feels his heart give.

While you're hidden under the cover not bothering to lift your head up to see anything he slowly and quietly walked towards you, a small smile on his face as he climbed into bed behind you. You feel the extra dip in the bed added given his weight. you open your eyes beneath the cover before you swing the cover off of you whipping your head around to see your loving boyfriend.

Calm eyes full of love and adoration for you. He scoffs lightly and pulls you into a deep and tight hug causing you to whine. Small kisses are planted on top of your head while he holds you closely and you listen to his breath, his heart beating behind his chest.

“ ’s everything okay.”

It wasn't really a question but it was good to feel like he cared. Of course you knew he did, he cared so much and he made sure that you knew that....in his own weird ways.

You give a small nod before you try to scooch impossibly closer to him. He chuckled above you and sinks deeper into the comfort of the bed, not bothering to remove the clothes he was wearing after the long day he's had. Holding you was simply enough.

Sure he might not be done much of anything, but him just being near you was enough to make you feel loved. Like regardless of your weight, you're loved. He had a knack for that, he was a damn good person and an even better boyfriend. You were impossibly lucky, is all you could think.

“ I love you. y'know that.”

You nod again, he hums in disapproval above you his brows furrowing as he looks down at you giving the top of your head a rather aggressive kiss before he grabs you by your chin and cranes your head up to his so you can face him, he gives you a stern yet pouty look huffing as he stared down at you.

There is no way this big strong manly (for the most part) man was sitting here pouting. If only the world could see your man now. He was adorable that's for sure. You can't help the giggles and laughs that escape you as you stare up at him, admiring his handsome yet cute features. He truly was a work of art, the gods definitely took their precious time sculpting him and those abs.

“ I love you.”

He says once more while he continues to pout. You snicker and realize what's got him so peaved, he wants you to say 'i love you' back. You always say it back when he says it to you, mainly because it's true, you do love him as well. But another reason is because it makes you feel like he loves you just that little bit more when you say it.

For the fun of it, you decided you weren't gonna say it. Just to see how far you could really take it. A small displeased groan leaves him as he eyes you up and down eyes squinting at you as your teasing smile grows wider, you try your best not to crack but you can't help it. He's too cute, you burst out in laughter and let your head fall onto his chest.

He groans and kisses you all over, pouting and slightly annoyed with you but he can't deny the fact that he loves you far too much. You eventually tire yourselves out, small giggles leaving your two motionless and entwined bodies. Your arms draped over his body while his legs were in between yours, fingers locked together as you hold hands smiles on both of your tired faces.

He looks over to see your eyes closed, you weren't exactly asleep just in more of a dazed estate really thankful for what you have and how much love you feel even when you get in this mindset. A heavy sigh leaves him as he looks back up at the ceiling deciding he'll just do what he needs to in the morning. He quickly sheds his day clothes off and turns in for the night in only his boxers holding you close and kissing your temple, his hand on your tummy as he occasionally squeezes it, giving you a ticklish yet discomforting feeling.

You squirm at the touch and then to give him a warning look that he simply dismissed with a smirk and a roll of his eyes. He pulls you closer and chuckles in your ear lightly, you can feel his breath fan the side of your face as he sighs heavily.

It was hard to feel insecure about your body when regardless of what he does he managed to make you feel loved.

mha ➥ izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugou, EJIROU KIRISHIMA, mirio togata, denki kaminari silently.

hq ➥ HINATA SHOYOU, BOKUTO KOTAROU, atsumu miya, kuroo tetsuro, asahi azumane but quietly aswell.