#like milo kisses sweethearts forehead

[nanowatzophina]

Just some cozy cuddles.

[skunkox]

Redacted Kisses pt 2

Where the characters and their Listeners prefer to give them.

David: Forehead

Angel tucks themselves under David's arm a lot. Weather it's while they're standing or otherwise. Forhead kisses have proven to be the easiest way for David to show affection. At a pack meeting, Cooking together, while Angel is crafting away. Hell. Even when David is gardening and his hands are too dirty to hold them. He calls bonus points if Angel leans into him more after.

Angel: Cheek

David is a busy guy. Work with the pack, job, and home keeping has him buried is something near constantly. Angel tries not to bother him but sometimes it can't be helped. A quick peck to the cheek is enough to get them through another 30 minutes to an hour of time without bothering him. Damn near each time, David gets this shit eating grin that he desperately tries to hide and control.

Asher: Nose

Asher is well aware that his mate is a workaholic and a worrier. He's also aware that sometimes, you just gotta loosen up and maybe have a good laugh. What better way to do so than giving a peck or two in their nose. Weather, it's the tip bridge, oreven right between the eyes. Asher will dish out whatever he can to make Baaabe smile. The ease they find themselves in is what He's after. The sight alone makes his core hum.

Baaabe: Back

Baaabe often enough likes to big spoon. To be able to reach over and hold Asher like the teddy bear he is when he first gets to sleep. Said sleep still manages to be hard to come by. When he's struggling, Baaabe will pull him into themselves and press kisses onto his bare back and whisper sweet praises till they can hear him snore.

Milo: Back of Neck

Massages, regardless of duration, are slowly becoming a staple in their relationship. Seeing his mate relax under his touch is something Milo considers a gift. When it's all over, he'll kiss the back base of their neck. Sweetheart will squirm and laugh a little before eventually relaxing once again. That's how he knows his work is done.

Sweetheart: Biceps

Milo's tits are great, but his arms are too. Arms that defend and fight. Arms that comfort and support. Arms that carry Arrgo like a literal baby. Arms that are always opened and ready for Sweetheart. While getting dressed in the morning, Sweetheart will snake their arms around Milo. As he reaches up and back to hold them closer, they give his bicep a soft peck along with a string of encouraging words. Not even Christian can damper his mood.

[chaosgremlinmunson]

Crush on You/ You're Mine (if only in my mind)

For @steddie-week

Prompt:July 6: dizzy/drunk confessions/Crush on You by Bruce Springsteen

Some mature content, sexual talk. MDNI 18+

Eddie was feeling the burn of the whiskey down his throat, he was glaring out into the crowd as some tall punk let his hands run over Steve, grabbing his hips, that glorious ass that Eddie fantasized about. He turned back to the bartender, Julie something, a girl who'd become close with the group. Eddie originally planned to talk Robin up to her tonight since he had sensed some mutual pining between the two, always watching the other a flush high on their cheekbones. That got derailed when almost immediately reaching the bar the duo had been swept off by strangers and now Eddie was suffering watching someone else holding the man he'd loved for the past ten years now.

Julie came up to Eddie, a refill already in hand and tipped her chin towards the devastation behind him, “I see your friends are occupied tonight.”

Eddie dropped his head onto the bar then looked up at her, “Does it ever get easier?” He asked, “aching for someone you know you'll never have?”

Julie tsked at him, and reached a hand out, flicking him in the forehead. She reached beside her and pulled out a flier showing tonight's karaoke theme he'd forgotten all about, it started soon. He raised an eyebrow.

“You know his favorite singer, come up with something eddie-spaghetti. You don't know that you can't have him unless you try.”

Eddie sat with his drink and stared at the flier, after a couple more shots of whiskey he had a plan. Albeit a stupid plan, but a plan nonetheless.

He stood walking to the booth and whispered to the DJ who raised an eyebrow until Eddie explained the choice then smirked and nodded.

A few moments later Eddie was on stage, spotlight lit on him and every nerve trying to sweat it's way out of his body, and then the music started

The first few verses were shaky at best, and then he made eye contact with Steve who was beaming at Eddie bopping along to his favorite music. He belted out pointing at Steve as the world diminished to just the two of them.

“Well now she might be the talk of high society

She's probably got a lousy personality

She might be a heiress to Rockefeller

She might be a waitress or a bank teller

She makes the Venus de Milo look like she's got no style

She makes Sheena of the Jungle look meek and mild

I need a quick shot, Doc, knock me off my feet

Cause I'll be minding my own business walking down the street... watchout!”

He went to spin out as the energy finally consumed him when a dizzy spell hit and he pinwheeled off the stage straight into Steve's arms.

Eddie stared up into those beautiful hazel eyes as he looked over Eddie checking for new injuries. When he looked back to Eddie he smiled that shy small smile Eddie loved so much and carried him bridal style over to the booth to sit them down, but kept Eddie in his arms so he was now sitting squarely in his lap.

“Careful, sweetheart, your dancefloor Casanova might get the wrong idea you holding me in your arms.” Eddie grinned.

Steve snorted at Eddie, “My only Casanova I'd give a shit about is a nerdy ass metalhead who can't seem to take a hint” Steve said back pinching Eddie squarely on his butt who squeaked and jumped.

“Hey! I'll have you know, that, wait….what?” Eddie began and stopped, eyes wide.

“Yeah, Eddie, I've danced with other people but only because you never make a move. I told you I was bisexual, I've cuddled up to you in bed, not them, I go home with you no matter where we go, in fact have you ever even seen me kiss a dance partner?”

Eddie inhaled, “Well…no.”

Steve continued, “Right, and I've always made you the little spoon when we snuggle. I pull you into my lap, you've literally woken up with me rock hard against your back numerous times and I've not once ever acted guilty. I've fixed your hair, held your hand, made you breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and I even started listening to all your music and getting invested into all your hobbies. And still, you act as though I'd give a shit about anyone else, Eds? What next, I Tattoo “I'm down bad for Eddie Munson” on my lower back and show you?” Steve took a breath, “I've loved you since the boathouse, you were what made me realize I wasn't straight. I had inklings before, but you made it clear as crystals. I don't want anyone else, just you.” He leaned his forehead against Eddie's shoulder.

“So, does that mean I can keep you forever?” Eddie said after a moment his hands finding their way to comb through that glorious head of hair.

“What it means is unless you literally throw me over the nearest cliff I'm not going anywhere. You're mine Eddie Munson, I'm going to marry you one day and become Mr. Steven Munson, I'm gonna grow old drooling over you, choking on your cock whenever I can, and pinning you to any and all surfaces I can while I make you scream my name until the world knows it. Sound good?”

Eddie let out a squawk-like laugh and pulled Steve closer, “sounds good sunshine, can we start with the choking and pinning tonight?

“Anything for you.” Steve said looking back at him eyes molten before leaning in and capturing his mouth in a mind tingling kiss.

[qhoaaaa]

"Bit, uh, hung... isn't it, Sweetheart?"

Milo/Sweetheart - "One Size Fits All" Poll Winner!

18+ - MINORS DNI

CW: unprotected sex

Milo huffed as he sunk into the couch, body practically going limp against the cushions. The fire crackled in front of him, his mate nowhere to be found. Despite how tired he should be, having gotten back from a long job, he's feeling pretty energized. No wonder gigs always rack in during the winter, being Moonbound and all that. All that energy from the Solstice is still lingering, Milo closes his eyes and tries to lean into the couch, seeking any bit of relaxation. He grumbles when he hears the footsteps of his beloved. Their soft socks sliding against the wood floor, they stop in front of the fireplace and Milo peeks his eyes open. A devious smile creeps on his face as he watches them bend down, eyeing a certain ass, as they open the chain curtains to each side.

His eyes glaze over their body, outlining their thin sweats that catch at their knee, interrupted by the long cloth of their sweater. Though, his senses long to see some of their skin, his eyes don't catch any, much to his chagrin. His smile remains, softening, when they kneel and grab wood with their bare hand. There's another crackle and thud as the log is chucked into the fireplace. A rattle echos as they close the chains again, they check over their hand for splinters and finally stand up. His eyes shut as they turn to look at him.

They try not to notice his moving eyes under his eyelids, chuckling as they say, "Not your best work, Milo."

He groans, "Not my fault you've got such good eyes, Sweetheart."

He straightens himself on the couch, now looking at his mate. They smile at him, then walk to the couch. His hands are immediately on their waist as they sit, thick, warm hands felt through the fabric. He's practically laying on their chest, his hands sliding into a loose hug around them. He presses his cheek against their collarbone, a quick kiss at their skin. He feels their hands rub up and down on his back, resulting in a relaxed hum.

"Welcome home," they say, kissing his forehead as he shuffles even more, getting increasingly comfortable with them around now.

He mumbles from their neck, "Ya smell good," another lazy kiss at their jugular, "M'tired..."

He makes a loud grumble, eyes closed against their skin, breathing slow. He's not asleep, just enjoying their comfort. They hear the intake of air as he tries to defend himself not being tired, but quickly shuts his mouth, pressing his face closer into them. Now that he's relaxed, they finally acknowledge the scene. They observe the melted spots on the floor: snow. His sodden work boots clumsily stacked over each other at the foot of the couch, a wet puddle formed around them, and his embroidered jacket thrown carelessly on the ground, a seemingly makeshift attempt to throw it on the coffee table. Their hands press down on his shirt, of which he squirms at. Its a regular black long-sleeved shirt, with the gold stitches noticeable at the collar, shoulders and wrists. They smell his signature cologne, citrus and pine, now washed off with a hint of petrichor.

Their hands continue to press his sides, he stirs, "What'cha doing, Sweetheart?" They relish in the fact that he doesn't pull away from them, how safe he must feel in their arms. They can't help a smile grow on their face.

"Were you in the snow?"

"As astute as ever, baby."

They snort, fingers moving to tickle him. He grunts, rather dog-like, noises sputtering into a laugh as his Sweetheart mercilessly tickles his sides. His hands blindly reach for their wrists, he stammers quips of surrender. Seconds later, they stop and Milo removes his face from their neck, looking up at them with glossy eyes and a smile that could light up this damn living room if the fire wasn't on. It's a look that speaks a thousand words, of love, admiration, security, any kind of sappiness Milo would usually make fun of. But with Milo, every word is sincere. Every action solidifies that, especially when it comes to his mate.

He chuckles into their kisses as they lean down, lips pressing, teeth biting and eventually the two get lost in each other's kisses. Both of them feel heated, ears burning, touches getting more sensitive with Milo's cold body and his mate's warm embrace - their gasps give away all of that. They didn't expect him to be so reactive tonight, but that would have to be saved for later. Milo draws out a hot sigh from them as his hands reach under their shirt, the cold of his palms making them shiver, either from arousal or temperature, they can't tell. Their body arches into him, Milo feels the curve of their skin bump into his chest, he can't help but let out a delicious groan. Milo reaches up to plant his lips right at the middle of their neck, he feels them swallow as his canines poke into them. Their head is leaned back, eyes dark with need and affection, looking at the ceiling. The room is scarcely aglow with fire, darkness and heat is all they need to drive each other to their limits. And how those limits have been tested before, well, they will be tested again tonight. Their hands grip his waist upon feeling him bite a little harder. They pat his side, he registers this and pulls away, soothing the bite with kisses. They pant as they pull away from each other, regulating their breathing as Sweetheart still pats his shirt.

Milo scoffs, voice high in amusement, "What else are you looking for? I mean if you want me to take off my shirt, just ask me, baby."

Then, they find it. Wet spots all over the front of his shirt and on the hem of his pants. They don't know how they didn't catch it sooner, though his lips are a very good distraction.

They sigh, "What did you do today?" Theres a hint of laughter in their tone, mixed with their confusion of how wet their werewolf is.

"Eh, we had some kinda wedding gig out in the snow. Whatever maniacs decided to get hitched in the cold is beyond me. Hell, I swear I saw a kid ready to hurl a snowball at the groom! And not to mention, Asher was his detail, so I don't know if he would've let the thing fly like Bard with the Black Arrow or what!? Luckily, the little menace saw David and freaked out. But at the afterparty, I was expecting them all to finally get inside the damn venue but no! That same kid got a snowball and threw it at Asher! So, lo and behold, your man is here all wet and freezing because Ash decided to have a wedding-wide snowball fight. Even got the officiant in it too, geez!"

Sweetheart laughs along with Milo, following his story about how someone objected to the wedding because the groom was "too short". Milo snaps back with that his height could be compensating for something else. The two of them swap stories for their day, Sweetheart got home after work and took care of things around the house while waiting for Milo to come home. Upon mention, Aggro is sleeping soundly somewhere around the house. There's the scent of melted candles scattered around as well, Sweetheart figured it would be a long day for Milo with how early he left this morning, so they lit candles to help the ambiance. Milo has always appreciated their care for things, be it a candle or something even more minuscule, they'll do their most to make Milo feel at ease at home, with them. And he's always given his best to return those favors, it's acts of service that make this pair of mates match together so well. It seems like they've been talking for hours when its time to head to bed. Their bed, together. The fire has dimmed to embers at this point, so they leave it to die down. Sweetheart kisses his cheek and moves to get up, mentioning that they're going to clean up before heading to bed.

Milo tries to argue, saying that the pools of melted snow are his mess, but they're already up before he can grab them and pull them into his lap. He has no choice but to watch them walk around the house with a smile on their face, as they grab his boots and jacket, putting them away and getting other objects to clean. Milo looks out the screen door, watching the snow fall. He hears the shuffle of their socks against the floor as they move around. He observes the small mountain of snow outside in their backyard, smirking at it. Maybe he thought of having his own snowball fight with his mate. Him poorly hiding behind one of the heaters as his mate lands a snowball at his shoulder. Him running to them, shoving them into the mountain of snow. And maybe a few kisses after that, who knows? His thoughts grow as the shuffling behind him stops. A crackle of the wood brings him back and he turns around. There they are, his Sweetheart, his mate, standing there with a smile. Its just as warming as a fire, the glow of the fickle flames dancing in their eyes. Milo could melt on the spot, his Core swelling with pride and love. His life changed that day he caught them sneaking into his apartment. It changed for the better once he asked them to be his mate. All these years later and he wouldn't change a thing.

They reach a hand out for him, "Lets go to bed, yeah?"

Sweetheart is waiting for Milo in bed, laying on top of the sheets, reading a book. There's a lamp on their side of the bed, illuminating just enough for them to read. Milo is finishing up brushing his teeth, baring his teeth to eye his canines. He slides his tongue over them, closing his jaw with a satisfied noise. He washes his face and walks into the bedroom, the both of them have already changed for sleep. He eyes Sweetheart, watching their eyes flicker across the page, their eyebrows raise slightly from something from the book. Milo flicks the bathroom light off, approaching the bed. Sweetheart's smile grows as they see him approach from the corner of their eye.

"Hi, handsome."

"What are ya doing?"

"Reading."

"I see that. Thought you were tired?"

They look up at him. The book closes with a small thud and they place it somewhere on the bed, away from them.

With a sly smile, they say, "Moonbound, won't be tired for a while."

"Is that so?" Milo looks down at them, interest in his eyes.

They laugh, "You should know. What do you think happened last Solstice? We made quite a mess of that loft, if I remember correctly."

He rolls his head, "Mmm, yeah, I remember. You, uh, alluding to something, Sweetheart?"

They don't answer, giving a silent laugh as Milo inspects them closely. They're wearing the same sweater as they were earlier. Its loose and knitted, and he can see small openings of the fabric, welcoming his eyes to small windows of their skin. They aren't wearing anything under, just a pair of sleep shorts, his ears flush with heat just at their clothes alone, intention very much noticed. His eyes go up, eyeing their neck and the small pokes he left earlier.

"You gonna look, or are you gonna do something?"

Don't have to tell him twice. Milo slowly walks around the bed and gets on, landing on the space between their legs, pushed up right against their ass. He pushes the book off of the bed, hands creeping up to his mate's loose sweater. His hands go under, feeling their soft skin. They roll their shoulders, smiling at his touch. He feels them roll their hips, and he slides his hands down to their sides. They bark a laugh as he tickles them, rolling their hips even more, rubbing against a certain spot on his crotch. He knows what he's doing. He stops, moving to remove his shirt and tossing it on the floor. He's left in sweats, while his mate has too many clothes on. While taking off his shirt, Milo's chain catches on the cloth and he takes that off. He debates for a quick second, if he should put it on the nightstand or on them. His train of thought is broken when Sweetheart calls his name. He looks at them and reaches over, pressing a kiss to their ear and jaw as he slides the chain onto them. He whispers an "I love you" right in their ear, making them shiver almost instantaneously. Milo plants a hand on the bed, near their shoulder as his mate kisses him softly. They pull back with a smile, of which he replies with knocking his forehead against theirs. He chuckles as he covers their cheek in kisses, then sits back up. He keeps eyeing their sweater, and then gets an idea.

Milo grabs the sweater again, and then drags it over him. It takes him a bit but soon he and his mate are fitted in the same sweater. Sweetheart laughs at the commotion of Milo mumbling to himself at the size of the thing. His shuffling stops and they jump a little when they hear him whisper, "Think you can flip over, baby?" They nod and, although awkward, they flip over onto their back. Seeing their face, Milo kisses them properly, a groan releasing from his throat. Sweetheart grazes their fingers against his cheek as he deepens the kiss. Eyes closing, Milo and Sweetheart adjust their bodies to each other. Milo has his thighs encompassing theirs, perfect for him to grind his growing hard on into them. Their legs are up, hand holding Milo's cheek while the other is held down by one of his hands. His grip isn't hard, but just enough for him to assert how this is going to play out... or so he thought.

When Milo pulls away, he bites their lip quickly, pulling the skin gently. A teasing nip as they pant, eyes glossy as they look all over him. They move their head up, exposing their neck to Milo. He presses a wet kiss right under their ear, trailing down the vein. He can hear their heartbeat with every kiss, and it quickens when he starts to grind into them. He's earned a light gasp, but that's not enough for him. He wants more, to hear more, to make them sweat and moan under him. He sighs in their ear, wanting them to hear how fucked up they get him. How they ruin him, spoil him with their love. The grinding gets intense, deeper and rougher thrusts. He can feel their thighs tense inside his crotch, squeezing right near the thick bulge beneath his briefs and sweats. They're much closer now, skin to skin, arms around each other as Milo's thrusts stutter in pace for a bit. Sighs and gasps now turned into words of affection and moans of desire.

He groans, "Fuck... haah, look what you're doing to me, Sweetheart... Ohh, shit, I gotta stop, I don't wanna-!"

He yelps as Sweetheart somehow manages to flip their position, rolling on the bed until he's under them now. Milo pants as he sees them on top, his cock missing the friction but also enjoying the rush. He closes his thighs, he swears that if there's any more foreplay, he's gonna bust without having actually done anything. That's the affect they have on him, and he savors it like no other. He sees his chain dangle around their neck, licking his lips.

He cracks a smile at them, "What are... what are you gonna do, Detective?" He looks up at them with expectation, their mate bond flourishing in heat as they say, "Inspect every inch of you, with my hands, my tongue, my teeth," they lean into his ear, "I'll see what I can do until you're spent. Are you gonna be good for me, Milo?" He nods vigorously as they pull away, staring down at him with piercing eyes, the same eyes that he's fallen for, the same eyes that make him weak in the knees.

They press an innocent kiss to his nose, they both laugh, his heart beating faster as he watches them move down, kissing all over his chest. He hisses at the feel of the cold chain against his skin, beaming with heat. He lets out a loud gasp when their lips close against a nipple. He tries to look down at them but he can't, the damn sweater blocking that gorgeous view of his mate going down on him. He pants as their tongue swirls around his nipple, whispering their name when they suck on it. A pop sound is heard as they pull away, kissing his pec and then moving on to the other nipple. He squirms under them, getting louder at the feel of their hand trailing fingernails down his torso, abdomen and then over his bulge. He whispers their name over and over, feeling their hand squeeze and start to rub his bulge through his sweats. They remove their mouth from his nipple, both sopping wet with their saliva. Their eyes meet as they rub him, his hands laid back near his head, not even moving as he's overcome with pleasure. Dark eyes, deep with lust reflect onto each other. Without looking, Sweetheart moves their hand under his sweats, pressing their thumb at a wet spot, circling it. He groans louder, eyes not leaving theirs.

He's giving it all to them, leaving his pleasure on display for his mate, like how they've done for him so many times, and he fucking loves it.

He nearly whimpers when they remove their hand, crawling back up to kiss him sloppily. He groans into their mouth, rewarding them with noise. Because they've earned it, they've so fucking earned it. He requests for them to take off his sweats, whispering in need for more than touch, he needs to be inside them. But if they want to be on top, then who is he to deny them. They acknowledge his request, before going down once more. Milo sees their body flicker, then turn fully invisible. He chuckles, delightfully overwhelmed with how they are tonight. He feels the hem of his sweats get pulled and then snap against his thigh, he jolts at the impact and raises his hips. He watches his sweats and briefs get pulled off, so slowly that it makes him ache. He hears echos of their chuckles, as if their voice had been thrown across the room. He sucks through his teeth as his cock, full and erect, is exposed to the chill air. There's a brief pause, he can't see them so he doesn't know what they're doing.

"Are ya teasing me, Sweetheart? Come on, hah, or uh, am I too big for you? Bit, uh, hung... isn't it, Sweetheart?" He stares off at the space where he hopes they're at, but any thoughts of his are dissipated as he feels a warmth swallow his cock.

He groans loudly, feeling himself pulse and throb inside. Fucking finally. He growls as he scarcely sees his cock get wet deeper and deeper, pitch heightening as he feels something wet along the underside. Its their mouth, and their tongue. He feels a vibration coming from their mouth, it just riles him up even more. He feels like he's on fire, but also electric. He manages to slide the sweater off of him, dropping it off the bed and sees his mate in their fully glory. He sees their body come back into view when they deep throat his cock, then fade away again when they bob up. Its like a ripple, he can't help but get lost in his senses. During these flickers, his eyes try to explore any part of skin he can see from them and his need for them heightens when he sees them playing with themself. He feels like he's on the edge now after seeing that.

He muffles a groan as he says, "Swe- wait, Sweetheart, I'm gonna..."

They remove themself from his cock, lapping at the tip before rippling back into view once more. He gapes at their face, saliva around their mouth, pupils blown wide and legs twitching as they continue to play with themself.

"You look so fucking beautiful, baby..." He stammers, taking in everything. Their scent, the messy way they look, the hunger in their eyes.

They huff, catching their breath, "You ready, Milo?" He chuckles, "Fuck yes..."

They come back down for more kisses, they don't even bother to wipe off their saliva. His hungry lips nip at their neck once they're in range, touching their body like its the last thing he'll ever do. Once they're both ready, Sweetheart coos, "I love you." He breaks into a wide smile, "Mmm, I love you too." Milo lays back down and Sweetheart sits up, hovering above his cock, legs around his for support. Milo looks down at his cock, wet and pristine and throbbing for release.

"You... you gonna ride me, Sweetheart? Mmm? Claim me? Claim this wolf as yours?" He huffs, looking expectantly at them.

They place a hand on his chest, above his heart and his fingers grip their wrist, "Yes."

Milo fights to not cum immediately as they lower themself onto him. They keep their hand at his heart, he whispers words of affirmation that they can take him, all of him. Soon, they're all the way at the base. He whispers, "Sweetheart?" They look at him, nodding that they're okay. Milo remarks at their own wetness, which prompts them to use their fingers to play with their own tip. As they bounce on his cock, he notices their legs shaking, they've been denying themself to cum as well. Then, Sweetheart leans forward, using their hips to roughly fuck down on him. Their voice shakes in and out of sound itself, face hovering over Milo's as he witnesses them unravel on top of him, for him. They both aren't going to last much longer.

Milo uses his hips to fuck into his mate, both rewarding the other with noises that could shatter the damn windows. Milo groans louder when a wet smacking sound comes into play, he looks down to see that their on the edge, wetness splayed all over each other's thighs and cores. They move faster, Milo starts huffing and groaning when they both approach their climax. Sweetheart kisses him deeply for the final thrusts, tongue swirling in his mouth, his hands holding them close as their bodies shiver and shake, their throats only echo their noises in each other's heads.

"Thank you for that, Sweetheart. Fucking amazing, every time."

After a few minutes of cooling down, Sweetheart pulls away and removes themself off of his cock. They shudder as his cum spills a little from inside of them. They roll down onto the bed, spent and panting. Milo is the same, he catches his breath and smiles when he hears them start to giggle. He rolls over and cuddles them, holding their waist loosely. His fingers slide over their abdomen, their body twitches at the contact. He spends a few minutes rubbing and touching their body, easing them down from such a performance. They look back at him, happy but also tired, eyes blinking with a smile on their cute face. They shuffle closer to him, protected in his arms. They turn their head to nuzzle into his hair, "Can't even move my legs." Milo chuckles, "Mmm, good thing we don't have anything to do tomorrow then. I'll spend all day pampering you this time, Sweetheart." He presses a kiss to their jaw, hand on their torso, watching it rise and fall as their breathing steadies. He smirks, "What a way to warm up, eh?" They loosely try to hit him, resulting in light laughter and him grabbing their hand to kiss their palm and wrist.

Milo and Sweetheart clean up, with Milo getting up to grab a towel and for any other necessities. When they come back to bed, Milo has his head leaned on their shoulder. They stand right at the bed frame, he cups their face and softly kisses them. They smile at him and tap his chest, telling him to get in bed. They cuddle once more, now cleaned up but still naked in each other's arms. Right before Sweetheart falls asleep, Milo says:

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Happy Leap Day (released right at 11:59 💀)yall lmaoo 💜😊 hope you enjoy n whatnot

[anexistingexistence]

Some one shot ideas for the more motivated fic authors of the fandom: Smut Prompt Turned Fluff Prompt Edition.

●Sam and Darlin taking a bath together and being all fluffy and soft and tender with each other.

●Angel and David going on vacation and booking a hotel room and when they get there Angel is like "OmG, ThEre iS OnLy oNE BeD, WhaTEvEr WiLl wE dO???" And then they cuddle and David gives forehead kisses and they fall asleep in each other's arms.

●Gavin pulling out all the stops with his innuendos while he and Freelancer do the laundry.

●Huxley giving Damien a massage.

●Starlight giving Avior a tour of their home leads to the two of them taking a well-earned nap on their bed.

●Sweetheart drops something on the other side of the counter/couch/[whatever tf] and is too lazy to walk around it, so they just bend over it. Milo sees and lays himself on top of them, Aggro joins in and they move to the couch/bed for cuddles with the fluff ball.

●Honey comes back from the gym/a run and is very sweaty. Guy runs them a bath and prepares dinner with/for them while giving them all the kisses.

●Asher and Baabe doing body painting and being silly throughout.

[Please let me know if anyone writes anything based on this, I'd love to read it!! My brain is fluff-starved ;-;]

[its-still-cuppi-cakes]

⚠️ NSFW CONTENT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.⚠️

(I miss my boy <3)

Milo NSFW headcannons

I feel like Milo is very giving in bed. He's always wanting Sweetheart to have the pleasure they need, which in return, gives him pleasure.

He's also a tease.

He'll give Sweetheart whatever they want, all they have to do is ask. Use their words. Simple. :)

When he's on top, hovering over his mate, his hands are either at the side(s) of or on their head, hand on the headboard or wall, or pinning sweetheart's hips down as he's rocking his hips back and forth.

Before the solstice vacations and shit, Sweetheart was not into the whole,, hotel sex thing. Then one night after a few drinks for Milo and too many drinks for Sweetheart, they decided they can't keep their hands off each other.

Sweetheart definitely cried after their first time. Before Milo, they never felt that good from anyone.

Has definitely told Sweetheart "You can take it, Baby"

Does the chin lift to them also when they're looking down. He's so gentle when he wants to be💕

Aftercare!!

He doesn't leave hickeys, he leaves bite and hand marks.

He is so encouraging. So much praise. So many gentle touches AND CAN FIGHT ME ON THAT! Listen to that one part in his 2nd BA where he's like "You're too fucking cute~". You can't tell me he isn't holding their face somehow.

He's the king of comfort after sex. He's getting out their favorite body butter, candles, and comfy clothes

And Aggro cuddles

He talks softly as he's rubbing their back

He helps clean up. If he cleans sweetheart up and they're still sensitive, he makes sure to be extra gentle with them

Says sweet nothings in their ear as they slooooowly drift off to sleep

Morning after,, he's cooking. And Sweetheart is staying in bed. Doesn't matter if they have to work soon.

This man can cook. Let him cook.

Always checking in to see what Sweetheart did and didn't like

Forehead kisses💕💕

[no-see-um-incorrect]

I’m in the mood for David. It feels like a David Shaw kind of day. Here’s some Davey and Angel headcannons  some sweet, some kinda sad.. maybe even spicy.

: after their first date, he went into work with the biggest smile Asher and Milo have seen on him since before his dad passed away. He obviously denied it. And didn’t tell them about angel until the relationship got serious 

: The first time they saw each other shirtless, they both kind of stopped for a minute, and just stared in aw of the other person 

: David will sometimes “thank the universe” for bringing them two together……little does he know he’s actually  thanking someone (💋 A forehead kiss to caelum)

: one time angel got into a small car accident. we’re talking nobody was hurt just minor damage to both cars. But the way David was acting you would think it was life-threatening. He could barely sleep. He would cling to angel for days after.  overall just in the panic zone.

: his D!ck is BIG 

: he has piercings he just doesn’t put them in, unless it’s a special occasion. Both for professionalism and so they don’t snag on things

: Asher called Angel “Pack Queen”(queen, being a gender neutral term in this case) and now on occasion, David will call Angel his queen (he kinda joking. kinda not)

: David likes to gently brag to angel, about how just his presence and name can scare the shit out of people. (take my poor Sam for example)

: angel will have David bend down acting like they’re trying to whisper something in his ear….. when in reality, they’re just trying to look down his shirt (get a peek at the man titties ya know)

: David sometimes gets nightmares about his dad’s accident  and when he wakes up, he’s in a bit of a panic and Angel helps him through it.

“I know baby… I know…”

“there’s nothing you could’ve done Davey”

“our brains make us spiral into 1 million hypotheticals. What we could’ve done, what we could’ve done differently. But…. it was out of your control”

: angel has spent months trying to talk David into getting a pet. But it all comes down to the same thing.

“would it be weird for a werewolf to adopt a dog?

“we’re not getting a dog angel”

“Milo‘s mate needed some help with something so I went over to their house and saw Milo‘s cat aggro….. he’s really sweet and fluffy…”

“angel if you want to get a cat, be my guest, but you’re not going to catch me cleaning its litter box”

Let’s just say they’re still working on an agreement 

: their contact names for each each other

😏Davey💙 & little snot💘 respectfully

: angel will send a suggestive light on clothing (wearing almost nothing but one of David’s hoodies) photo to David while he’s at work…….he knows he can’t leave work…… and so does Angel. So round five minutes later, Angel will get a text.

“You are so DONE When I get home”

: their favorite Disney movie to watch together is Hercules 

: when David was talking to the other pack members about their treatment of Milo. Angel had their ear up to the door. so if Milo doesn’t give sweetheart a play-by-play angel will.

That’s all for right now. Hope you guys enjoyed. Forgive me if there’s any typos, my glasses are STILL BROKEN 



[geordikisser]

PART 1 : pregame: the smash tournament !

☆ a/n: gender neutral language, suggestive language, a sprinkle of implied family problems & domestic life ☆

pairings : david + angel, milo + sweetheart, asher + baaabe & sam + darlin’ [ different povs for each ]

asher stands in the other room setting up the names. babe is in the kitchen bundling up snacks with angel as they gossp. “he’s so fine like, he may be stupid,,” babe starts. “& ugly, won’t take his uniform magical practices class & a man.” angel ‘mentions’ as the other falls silent. “ok. what about ur little puppy then, hm?” babe snorts.

angel let’s out a laugh. “he’s been behaving.” angel starts. “he knows better now than to do something stupid now,,, unless he wanted a one way trip to the man upstairs.” they laugh in unison. “you’re naughty!” babe cries as angel snickers. “oh please.”

david smiles to himself as he hears them getting along. “darlin’, why don’t you go talk with them?” sam smiles at them, shortly being met with a sigh. “,,oh? no—,, uhm i’m comfy here,,,” you chuckle awkwardly. “they’ve always been a bit awkward despite their bright and colorful nature.” milo rolls his eyes. “yeah yeah, better than whatever you did when we were kids. shortshit.” darlin’ mumbles quickly under their breath, earning a laugh from milo. “yup. there’s that short temper from when we were kids.” david smirks to himself.

sweetheart was walking around the place honestly. they went to the bathroom but decided to take a side quest,,, milo didn’t question it, everytime he did— it was followed up with a earful on, “why are you in my business” with the bathroom so he knew better than to inquire,,,

darlin’ leans onto sam as they pull out their phone and samuel gets a glimpse of their homescreen. “hey— you changed your wallpaper?” sam whispers to them. “o-oh. yeah i did,,, do you like it?” it was a photo of sam and them at the solstice together for the first time with those ridiculous (according to sam) filters. hearts around it and the their anniversary date in the bottom.

sam analyzes these details and a small blush appears onto his pale skin. “but your old one? it was—“ “yeah. it was me and my sibling as kids,” darlin’ turns off their phone and looks up at sam. “but i have better things to want for now. like you,,” they smile softly at him. sadness haunts their eyes ever since quinn and the inversion & samuel wishes he could read why.

babe comes out with the snacks and a grin. “here’s the snacks everyone! ^_^” they exclaim. “someone’s chipper.” david raises his brow as he grabs some grapes. “excited to kick ass in this tournament, mr. shaw.” they smirk cockily. “that’s my babe! smack that talk!!” asher calls from the other room.

sweetheart finds their way into the kitchen hungry as HAIL! “hey, the food out yet?” they ask. angel nods. “yup, mind helping with the drinks?” angel asks with a smile as sweetheart smirks. “i have a better idea.” they take a step backwards and next thing you know it, angel hears a scream come from milo in the living room.

angel lets out a giggle as they walk out to the living room with all the drinks. placing the drinks down onto the coffee table and promptly taking a seat on the couch on their designated spot besides david. “ hey angel,,,” david smiles softly. “can i get a kiss?” he whispers as angel obliges with a sweet smile on their face.

darlin’s grip began to tighten on sam as they sigh, snuggling closely to him. sam looks over them with a smile. “getting comfy,,?” he gently caresses their arm as he pulls them closer as well. “i love you sam,,,,” they coo softly as they close their eyes within the embrace. “i love you more darlin’ forever and always” he kisses their forehead as he leans back into their touch as well. a smile creeping onto darlin’s face.

“so yall tryna play rock paper scissors or what” babe snickers as angel and sweetheart burst into laughter. “that wasn’t even that funny yall are so fake.” babe huffs as angel throws a pillow at them. “oh stop we laughed don’t play.”

“jesus sweetheart!” milo exclaims as his partner has practically eaten the entire snack tray. “when i come out there, there better be some sandwiches left!” asher calls out as everyone went silent. “:D soooo.” sweetheart puts the tray down. “what do we do.” they clear their throat.

“bro you ate it all not us,,, 😭” angel begins to cackle. “big and greedy ass bro oh my god.” babe puts their head in their hands and starts laughing and falls over. “oh fuck you!! stop laughing and help me!!” sweetheart whines as milo begins laughing too. “milo!!” they growl at their stupid werewolf bf.

“maybe we can make a quick stop at subway,,,” darlin’ suggests as they get up. sweetheart cheers. “late night shop and stop!! hooray!” sweetheart zips to darlin’. “i’ll get your bag!” they squeak as they nod. “and my coat please!” darlin’ calls. “so who’s driving?” babe asked as they stretch up. “driving? baby i’m a werewolf.” darlin’ snickers.

babes eyes widen with a glow in them. “WE’RE GONNA RIDE YOU??” they exclaimed excitedly. everyone fell silent to that statement. “what.” david’s brows furrowed at the statement. “ok guys man up.” earning a laugh from everyone in the room.

[sheawritesstuff]

Heavenly Body

[Milo "Body Worshipper" Greer x Sweetheart]

[Suggestive Fluff (?) - 1614 words]

[It's literally just body worship - that's pretty much the whole fic, I don't know what else to tell you - Though it is pretty suggestive there is nothing explicit - do with that information what you will]

Milo stood in front of the mirror, tucking and re-tucking his shirt into his pants, struggling to get it to look right. He huffed out of his nose and pulled the shirt out again, about ready to give up. Soft footsteps came into the room behind him, shifting his attention away from the task at hand. He looked over his shoulder in the mirror and saw his Sweetheart wrapped in a towel and making their way over to the closet after their shower.

“Oh damn, Sweetheart,” Milo muttered, shamelessly staring at his lover’s scantily clad form. He spun around to look at them properly, watching them drop the towel and slip into their underwear. He swaggered up behind them, eyes feasting on the delicious meal in front of him. A quick smack to their ass led to a nice firm squeeze. Sweetheart, seemingly unaffected, started sorting through their closet to find something to wear for their little date night.

Milo’s hands flattened out as he dragged them up their back toward their shoulders. His fingertips traced the outlines of faded scars and stretch marks, mapping out the beautiful constellations of their body. When he reached a particularly sensitive spot, he’d drag his nails across the soft expanse of skin, eliciting sweet sounds from his mate. His hands traveled down their sides, following the contours of their torso down to their belly. Milo’s palms laid flush against Sweetheart’s lower stomach, almost cradling their tummy in his strong hands. They lingered there as he peppered kisses down the side of their neck and over their gradually relaxing shoulders. 

“I need to get dressed Milo,” they half hummed, tilting their head to the side. “We have a reservation to get to.” His hands drifted to their hips, gripping and pulling to get their body as close to his as possible. They melted against him, bringing their hands up on top of his and squeezing them just slightly. 

“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll have plenty of time to get dressed, I promise.” His voice was low against their ear, barely above a whisper. He pressed slow, intimate kisses along their jaw, reveling in the way they reacted to his touch. His hands dipped down to their strong, muscular legs, teasing the sensitive skin of their upper thighs. They began drifting up, approaching the warmth between when Sweetheart grabbed his wrists firmly.

“After dinner, Mr. Greer,” Sweetheart warned. Milo whined in response, dropping his head against their shoulder. He looked up at them with his best puppy dog eyes, trying to copy Asher’s notoriously pathetic expression with debatable success. His mate craned their neck to peer down at him, eyebrow raised expectantly. “Don’t act like you can’t be patient.” 

“Just because I can doesn’t mean I want to,” he groaned. He freed his hands from their grasp and wrapped his arms around their waist. He stared into the closet, eyes scanning the various fabrics. “You know what you’re gonna wear yet?” They shook their head and huffed. He pulled away from them just enough to spin around and stand in front of them, hands still holding their waist. Looking them up and down quickly, he grinned. 

“What do you say to me picking out your outfit and helping you get dressed?” He came in close again and looked into their perfect eyes. “I mean, it’s kind of a win-win. You get to wear something that makes you look fantastic, and I get a little more time to admire this gorgeous body of yours.” He gave them a peck on the lips as his hands rubbed up and down their sides. “So, can I?”

Sweetheart glanced back and forth from Milo to the closet, considering his proposal. They hummed and leaned close to him, almost pressing their foreheads together but stopping short. They stared at him for a long moment in total silence, deciding if they should trust him to choose an outfit from scratch. 

“Ok, fine,” they finally said. “But you gotta make me a promise first.” 

“Anything for you, baby.”

“You have to pick actual clothes. Ones that won’t get me arrested for public indecency.” Milo rolled his eyes, feigning annoyance. 

“UGH, fine! If I really have to, I guess I will.” He smiled and kissed them again. “I’ll pick something good for ya. Go sit that fine ass down for me, alright?” They did as instructed and sat down on the edge of the bed, watching Milo sift through their wardrobe. He picked a few things out, looked them over, and put them back. He clicked his tongue as he pushed through their clothes in search of something fitting for the occasion. After a few minutes, he finally stepped away from the closet with a full outfit in hand.

He set the little pile on the bed next to them and pulled out a pair of black, lacy socks first. He got down on his knees in front of them, gingerly pulling socks over their feet and up over their ankles. He pressed a small kiss to the inside of each ankle before reaching up to grab the sleek black pants. He unbuttoned the top and scrunched up the legs to more easily slide his mate’s legs into them. He kissed up their inner leg as he pulled the pants up to about their mid-thigh. He paused and kissed up to their hips, rubbing the side of his face against their tummy as he held the pants in place. 

He tapped the side of their thigh. “Can you lift up for me, Sweetheart?” They straightened their arms and pushed up against the bed to let Milo slip the pants up over their hips. He stood up, looming over them as he tugged the top of the pants into place. A kiss to their lips as he buttoned and zipped their pants for them served as an incentive to keep working with him. Sweetheart sat back down while he unfolded the delicate mesh-sleeved shirt. He held it behind them and helped them aim their arms into the sleeves. He adjusted the shirt so it was laying comfortably over their shoulders, ready to be buttoned. 

He pushed them back onto the bed by their shoulders and bent down between their legs again. He started at the bottom of the shirt, just above their waistband. He slowly trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses up their stomach, following his mouth with his hands and buttoning the shirt on his way up. Milo savored the way they squirmed beneath him, drinking in the soft breathy sounds escaping their lips. He skipped the top few buttons to leave a nice view of their chest. He stared up at them with half-lidded eyes as he nipped lightly at their collarbones. 

“You don’t understand how bad I wanna mark you up right now,” he growled. “Show everybody who you belong to.” Sweetheart moaned, gripping the sheets beneath them. He grinned against their skin and kissed up their neck, across their jawline, and eventually back up to their lips. He put his hands on top of theirs and pulled them up above their head, pinning them in place without ever pulling away from the kiss. At this point, he was sitting on top of them, straddling their hips as he kept them still against the bed.

He pulled away but kept his face close enough that they could feel his breath. “But we’ve got a nice, fancy dinner to go to, don’t we Sweetheart?” He grinned as they writhed beneath him, letting out a frustrated groan at his incessant teasing. He let go of their hands and followed their arms down to their shoulders and up to their neck with his fingertips. His thumbs rubbed soft circles against their cheeks as he looked down at their desperate expression. One last kiss was shared before Milo was up off the bed and reaching his arms out to help his lover up to their feet. 

“You’re a dick, you know that?” As annoyed as they sounded, they ended their statement with an exasperated sort of giggle. They laid still for a few more seconds, just staring up at the ceiling before sitting up and grabbing Milo’s outstretched hands. Together, they hefted Sweetheart up out of bed. Milo knelt and placed the boots he picked out for them in a spot where they could step right into them. They held onto his shoulder for balance and did just that, carefully zipping the side of one before sliding on the other. 

He inspected with a subtle smirk tugging at the side of his mouth. He went to the dresser, more specifically the jewelry box on top of it, and pulled out a pair of familiar gold necklaces. The final touch that always brought the look together. He unlatched one and carefully put it around his lover’s neck, positioning it so it fell just below their collarbones, perfectly highlighting their exposed chest. Sweetheart did the same with Milo’s, expertly clasping it behind his neck with a soft smile. 

Noticing the wolf’s shirt was still untucked, they took it upon themself to tuck it into his pants, tugging it in all the right places to make it look just right. They stood in front of the mirror together, taking in the beauty of the power couple staring back at them. 

“Damn we look good,” Milo said, pulling Sweetheart against his side. He looked them over one last time and leaned close to their ear. “And you’ll look just as good when I get to strip you down again.” A shiver shot up the stealth’s spine as he turned and gently guided them toward the door.

[stupd000]

So according to the timeline, Sweetheart knew Gabe Shaw for a short amount of time. So, I imagine loosing an Alpha of a pack you’ve been in all your life can be pretty hard, so I made a fanfic about Sweetheart comforting Milo🙏

Milo and Sweetheart walk into their apartment. They had just gotten back from Gabe’s funeral, Milo’s eyes were red and puffy from crying

Gabe was like a father to Milo, he was there when his own father wasn’t. He was a source of safety, and security.Now that security was gone, all because of one drunk asshole.

Sweetheart closes the door behind Milo, their other hand resting on his back.

Sh-“Let’s go sit down, yeah?”

Sweetheart takes off his jacket. It was cold and wet outside, just like the night he died.

Milo nods as he allows Sweetheart to take his jacket off, he walks to the couch and flops down onto the corner of the couch.

Milo inhales shakily, trying not to start crying again.

Sweetheart sits next to him, opening their arms, suggesting a hug

Milo falls into there arms, he buries his face in the crook of their arm as they both lean back

M-“He meant a lot to me Sweetheart.”

Sh-“I know.”

M-“And david- How is he gonna handle this?”

Sh-“I don’t know baby.”

Sweetheart buries their face in his hair,

Sh-“What can I do Milo?”

M-“Just…stay.”

Milo closes his eyes, he exhales shakily.

After a few minutes, Milo’s fallen asleep, snoring softly as sweetheart runs their hand up and down his arm.

They stay like this for an hour or two, then Sweetheart realizes that Milo hasn’t eaten, all day.

Sweetheart shakes Milo gently, not wanting to wake him too harshly.

M-“hm..?”

Sh-“Hey baby, want me to make you some dinner?”

M-“ ‘m not hungry.”

Milo curls up into Sweethearts lap, trying to get them to lay back down.

Sh-“You gotta eat Babe.”

Milo sighs, knowing he won’t win this battle.

M-“Alright.”

Milo grunts as he sits up

Sh-“I’ll make dinner, you just …relax, okay?”

Milo inhales,

M-“Alright.”

Sweetheart places a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him in to kiss his forehead

Sh-“I’ll make your favorite.”

Milo nods, laying back down.

Sweetheart goes into the kitchen, making dinner. Milo loved Sweethearts cooking, They could only cook a few things, but those few things were his favorite.

Once Sweetheart finishes dinner, they walk back to Milo, whose fallen back asleep at this point. They shake his shoulder gently after setting down the food.

Sh-“Dinners ready.”

Milo nods, grabbing the plate from Sweetheart gently,

M-“Thank you sweetheart, y-you didn’t have too.”

Sweetheart sits back down next to him, leaning on his shoulder.

Sh-“I wanted to Milo, I love you.”

M-“..I love you too.”

[agentplutonium]

take this very small Milo/Sweetheart scenario that I imagined, because i am unwell over it

Milo got home earlier than he was usually, calling out for Sweetheart once the door was closed. He got no answer, but he heard the TV going in the other room and figured they were too absorbed to pay attention to him. He smiled softly as he made his way through the house to him, petting Aggro in greeting on his way by. Sure enough, Sweetheart was curled up on the couch under a blanket, in the middle of a Hunger Games binge. He chuckled, leaning against the back of the couch to look at them. Immediately their core reacted to him being there, Milo feeling it practically reach out for him.

“What are you doing?” He asked quietly.

“Shh,” Sweetheart hushed him. “Katniss is about to blow up the arena.”

“Uhhuh. How long have you been sitting here, exactly?”

“Long enough to watch the first and second movie,” Sweetheart replied smartly.

“So you haven’t eaten in four hours.”

“I… snacked,” Sweetheart said distractedly.

“Uhhuh,” Milo said again. He leant forward, pressing his lips against their forehead before slipping off into the kitchen. Milo was aware that Sweetheart wouldn’t want to stop to eat a full meal, but he probably could throw together a meal-adjacent snack that they could munch on while finishing their binge.

“Milo!” Sweetheart called from the living room, “it’s the Haymitch scene, Milo!”

“Uhhuh,” Milo called with a chuckle, “that’s what happens at the end of that movie.”

Sweetheart shuffled into the kitchen, wrapped in a blanket, dejectedly. “Why do these movies do this to me,” they whined.

“This is a great question,” Milo teased.

“It’s not even like I’m watching it for the first time,” Sweetheart complained. They opened the fridge, digging around for their go to drink. “Are you going to finish the movies with me?” They asked, sidling up against him, resting their chin on his shoulder.

“I will if you promise me you’ll eat the food I’m giving you.” Milo said, turning towards them.

Seeetheart grinned up at him, pushing forward to kiss him. Milo didn’t let them get away, reaching over to hold their face in place. He’s gone too long without their lips on his, he wasn’t about to let them go just yet.

“Go sit down, I’ll be in in a sec,” Milo said finally, smiling.

Sweetheart smiled back, almost mischievously, before slipping away, hand trailing his waist until the last second. “You better hurry, I want to finish the last two tonight.”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t get all in a twist,” Milo teased.

Sweetheart was curled up once again when Milo returned. They scooted out of the way as he rounded the corner, letting him take his usual spot so that they could bury them into his side. Milo grinned at the way that they clung to him, only to laugh at how they snatched at the food on the snack plate a second later.

“Don’t laugh at me,” Sweetheart mumbled, “I’m hungrier than I thought I was.”

“Just start the movie,” Milo said, kissing the top of their head again.

[annahxredaxted]

Ease The Tension

Characters: Milo/Sweetheart

Tw: NONE— FLUFFY🧡

(Read under the cut)

Sweetheart walked through the front door, the scent of teriyaki sauce hitting their nose almost immediately.

They walked into the kitchen, after kicking their shoes off and hanging up their keys.

“Hi Milo.” They smiled widely while kissing his cheek. He stood over the stove, stirring a pan of boneless chicken wings.

He smiled back, giving them a kiss on their lips after they pulled away, holding them close for a minute and just breathing.

“Hi Sweetheart..” he hugged them, holding the back of their head, giving them a quick forehead kiss.

They sighed and melted into his touch, the feeling of him scratching their scalp and kissing their face making their head blur.

He chuckled. “Long day?” He asked, as if it was obvious. His hand trailed down to their waist, resting their.

Sweetheart nodded, leaning their head on his shoulder. They smiled as they looked over to see the stove. He was making their favorite meal for dinner.

“Awh milo you shouldn’t have..” sweetheart sighed and smiled, kissing his cheek really quickly, before shaking their jacket off.

Milo shrugged and smirked “it’s almost like I knew you needed it!” He laughed and kissed their cheek before excusing them to the bedroom to get in more comfortable clothes.

Sweetheart giggled and walked into the bedroom, shutting the door behind them. They got into some sweatpants and a tank top.

Sweetheart sighed and and walked into their shared bathroom. They washed their face, getting a little soap in their eye, and instantly wiping their eye with a towel.

They glanced at their now red and irritated eye, before splashing some cold water on it and shrugging at their reflection.

Sweetheart walked back into the kitchen, looking down as they tied their pant lace.

Before they could say anything they notice milo was already at the dining table, plates set scrolling on his phone.

“Hey this looks good.. thanks for making it.” Sweetheart mumbled before yawning quietly.

Milo smiled and nodded

“Tired are we?” He asked before handing them a napkin across the table. They nodded and shrugged

“Just a little bit I guess..” they smiled and bit into their meal, getting sauce on the side of their mouth.

•••

“Thanks for making dinner Milo.” Sweetheart said standing over the sink and loading the dinner dishes into the dishwasher.

“Yeah it’s no problem- I’m happy to do it baby.” He said lightheartedly while wiping the counter.

They smiled, looking back at him slightly before turning back to the sink. They rose their arms and folded them above their head to stretch. They groaned and sighed.

“Jesus..” they mumbled before picking up a plate to wash and load.

Milo looked at the back of them for a minute before shaking his head and going back to wiping.

Milo finished wiping the counters. He put the dirty rag in the laundry room. He walked up behind sweetheart and wrapped his arms gently around them, his head resting on their shoulder.

“Hey, are you okay sweetheart?” He asked in no more than a whisper. Milo left a soft kiss on their neck, waiting for their answer.

They shrugged again.

“I’m okay just tired I guess.” Sweetheart mumbled while setting the last dish in the dishwasher.

Milo moved his hands to their waist rubbing soft circles along their sides.

He grinned before leaning back near their ear,

“Do you want a massage?” He said with a light tone, smiling the whole time.

They muttered a few things about how “they were really okay” and “he didn’t have to” “it’s not a huge deal,” etc.

He rose his brows and picked them up, nearly throwing them over his shoulder and dropping them, but he didn’t.

With a loud chuckle at the almost incident sweetheart smacked his head- while still his his grasp.

“Milo Greer put me down this instant.” They demanded before milo took them over to the couch.

Milo didn’t like to see his sweetheart in pain. And he knew they were to damn stubborn to ask for help when they weren’t their best self. So that meant sometimes he had to do it by force.

He gently plopped them down on the couch, belly down. He placed a pillow under their chin.

“Milo I’m seriously okay—,” he placed his hand over their mouth and shushed them. Milo shook his head and put their head down. They settled down and slightly relaxed at his touch.

With a sigh they closed their eyes and just let him help them.

“Can you take your shirt off? Is that okay?” He asked gently, rubbing their back over their shirt.

They hesitated before nodding. They sat up and pulled it off before laying back down.

Milo smiled. Glad how much he trusted them with this kind of intimacy. Sure he’d seen them shirtless before- I mean very very frequently. But to just see them like this and not have any motives other than to help them was so peaceful and calm.

Milo cleared his throat and put on Sleepless in Seattle. A favorite of the couple.

He trailed his hands over their steady back, his fingers digging into their tight muscles, soothing it out gently but efficiently. Milo took extra time on their shoulders- knowing that those always felt coiled up to them, rough and tense from the workload of the week.

He always made it a priority to take care of his sweetheart. Making sure they felt taken care of as well. He always did it with a smile too. Even if it’s not something he’s particularly fond of doing. If they asked him to he would have nothing but joy on his face.

They groaned quickly and he stopped.

“Are you okay sweetheart? Was that to much?” He asked before rubbing the previous spot he’d been digging into.

They shook their head, eyes still closed.

“It’s okay, feels good.” They mumbled with a yawn. They honestly looked like they were gonna pass out any minute now.

Milo nodded, being even gentler than before. “I’ll be gentle don’t worry.” He leaned down and kissed their cheek before going back to their back.

Soon enough sweetheart was out of it. Milo hadn’t noticed until their breathing evened out and softened. Their body rising and falling slowly.

He smiled and brought his hand to their cheek, he thumbed over the Corner of their lip, soon leaving a small kiss there.

Milo sighed and picked them up yet again. Grabbing their shirt and throwing it over his shoulder.

He carried them into their bedroom and tucked them in gently. Kissing their forehead and throwing their shirt in the hamper.

He admired them for a while- he wasn’t quite tired yet, but he didn’t mind them being asleep. They looked so peaceful and he would be damned if anything was to disturb his sweetheart

“I love you baby..” he kissed their nose, which made them turn over and mumble into his arm, quieter than hearing a pin drop.

“I love you too milo..”

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Taglist!!

@itsdaifuku @darlincollins @verrverii @youisagayhooman @shellssstuff

[larz-barz]

Comfort in your arms

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Warning(s)/info: Milo is sick, thunderstorm comfort, Yuto is @ayunakatsukiwolfhashira’s oc, Milo Kocho au

Tagging: @ayunakatsukiwolfhashira @kimetsu-chan (idk why, just felt like tagging you for some reason ml)

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Yuto is gently holding Milo close to his chest, occasionally pressing soft kisses against her cheek as he gently rocks her back and forth to help her feel better.

Milo hasn’t been feeling well at all today and her loving boyfriend, Yuto, is there to take care of his angel.

His heart cracks at each small squeak of pain from Milo as the pain from her headache worsens.

“Shhh… it’s okay angel… I know it hurts, but you’re going to be okay… I promise…” He whispers to her then gently pulls her closer and presses a kiss to the crown of her head.

He smiles softly when he notices her start to fall asleep after hours of being unable to get any rest despite being in his comforting embrace.

He gently squeezes her and gazes at her lovingly. “I love you so much, my little angel… I love you so much more than you can ever imagine…”

Yuto’s smile grows slightly when he sees Milo shrink in his arms and nuzzle into his chest.

“I love you so much too, Yuyu….” Milo weakly mumbles into his chest and he blushes and smiles more, though the weakness in her voice saddens him.

A soft rumble of thunder rumbles off in the distance and Yuto frowns then tightens his arms around Milo as she tenses up from the sound.

He starts humming softly and continues to rock her back and forth as he cradles her tiny body in his arms.

Milo flinches awake at a particularly loud thunder clap then starts crying and trembling.

The fear and pain in her eyes is truly heartbreaking and Yuto desperately wishes he could just take all of her pain and sorrow away.

“Shh… I’ve got you, angel… You’re safe… I’m right here, sweetheart… Shhh…” He says in a gentle tone and holds her in one arm while using his other hand to gently scratch behind one of her cat ears.

He continues his movements while continuing to hum to help her calm down and to distract her from the raging storm occurring just outside the Wolf Estate.

He smiles when her eyes flutter closed as the storm ends and he leans down to press a gentle kiss on her forehead, his smile grows when he feels that her fever has gone down a bit.

“I’m so happy you’re feeling a little better, my little angel… I love you so much…” He whispers as he allows himself to drift off to sleep, finally able to rest easy knowing his angel is doing a bit better.

~the end~

I love themmmmm🥰🥰🥰

[isthatafuckinggayangel]

Eyes Like Moons

Pairing: Milo Greer/Sam Collins

Wordcount: ~1.1k

Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship, Milo showering Sam with compliments, Dorks in Love, Light Teasing, they're just being sweet that's the fic, reference to Sam's turning, Self-Indulgent

A/N: I've had this ship rattling around my brain for a couple weeks now and no one had written anything for it, so here I am with both a fic and a drawing. First Redacted fan art, fuck yeah

(Read on AO3)

Milo shifted bit, refocusing his gaze from Sam’s left eye to his right. “Shhh, I gotta memorize your eyes.”

He grinned. “What for?”

“Well for one, I can’t help it if I wanna stare into these gorgeous eyes all day.” He moved closer, thighs pressed tight on either side of Sam’s hips. “Second, I just gotta know. Gotta be able to picture ‘em in perfect detail whenever I wanna.”

Sam chuckled. “What are you doin’, darlin’?”

Milo had been straddling Sam’s legs for a while now, staring into his eyes while his fingers intermittently traced parts of Sam’s face and ran through his hair. He occasionally muttered under his breath, and while Sam could never catch all of it, what he could catch was always something sweet. Sam had instinctively grabbed Milo’s hips when he’d sat down on him where he'd been resting on the couch after trimming some of the low branches in the yard. Every time he caught him muttering something he would rub his thumbs back and forth over the skin his hands had landed on. He'd indulged him for a while, letting him do as he pleased since he didn't seem to be under any duress. It had been long enough without any explanation that he just had to ask.

Milo shifted bit, refocusing his gaze from Sam’s left eye to his right. “Shhh, I gotta memorize your eyes.”

He grinned, his silent laugh making his shoulders shake. “What for?”

“Well for one, I can’t help it if I wanna stare into these gorgeous eyes all day.” He moved closer, thighs pressed tight on either side of Sam’s hips. He pressed a quick kiss to Sam's lips before pulling back to focus on his goal again. “Second, I just gotta know. Gotta be able to picture ‘em in perfect detail whenever I wanna.”

Sam hummed, shaking his head slightly with a sweet, if not self-deprecating, smile. “Darlin’, these eyes ain’t nothin’ special. They’re just the same color as every other vamps’.”

“You may say they're the same color, but you have to at least admit the pattern is different.” Milo cupped Sam’s face in his right hand, his left trailing his index finger from Sam’s brow down to the tip of his nose before moving under his eye. “There’s not much of that red color in ‘em. Your left eye has a larger speck of it toward the bottom edge, closer to the outer corner of your eye than the center. The most beautiful silver color,” his finger moved from the center of his lower lid across to the corner and he pressed a kiss to his forehead, “the way light catches on them and makes ‘em practically glow,” a kiss to his brow, “these crows feet you’ve got from how much you smile,” cupping Sam's jaw and pressing a kiss to the corner of his eye.

Sam ducked his head into Milo's chest, a blush coloring his cheeks.

“Nooo, don’t hide those eyes from me, I’m not done.” Milo whined dramatically, gently holding Sam’s face in both of his hands and guiding him back to making eye contact. His thumbs rubbed back and forth across his cheekbones. Sam’s hands gripped his hips a bit tighter at the motion, trying to ground himself a bit. He still wasn't used to all of the sweet treatment Milo gave him despite how long they'd been together.

“You’re beautiful, sweetheart. Always takes my breath away.” He pressed another kiss to Sam’s cheek. “These eyes… god, they're practically moons, babe.”

Sam’s breath hitched and he buried his head in the crook of Milo’s neck.

“Sweetheart, please-“ Milo quietly begged.

“Just gimme a sec, alright darlin’? I just need… just a second. Please.” Sam spoke softly.

That comparison made his heart leap. The moon meant a lot to shifters as a whole, but especially so for Milo. Milo, who’d always ranted and raved about how the best things always happened when the moon was out, Milo who always wanted to shift during a full moon just for the fun of it, Milo who held certain traditions surrounding the moon so incredibly close to his heart because it made him feel closer to his wolf and the pack. Milo didn’t compare things to the moon lightly. Only the things he held closest to his heart got that honor.

He took a deep breath, then leaned back again to look Milo in the eye. Milo’s brow was furrowed, a concerned look on his face. Afraid he’d pushed too much.

“You alright, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, I’m good. You’re just too damn nice to me, darlin’.”

“No such thing.”

Sam smiled, a small thing, but one that held so much emotion. All the good he’s felt in being with his mate. He didn’t normally have the words to fully describe how he felt, often defaulting to physical affection or acts of service as a means to express his love. In this moment though, in light of Milo’s comparison, he knew exactly how to describe it. Something he used to hold just as close to his heart. Something he saw every time he looked at Milo.

“You’re my sun, you know.”

Milo raised his brow, a sly grin on his face. “I’m gonna kill ya if you’re around me too much?”

Sam lightly smacked his thigh with a laugh, his head once again burrowing in the crook of his neck for a moment. “You ass.”

“You love my ass and you know it.”

He looked up into Milo’s eyes. “Yeah. But I love you far more.”

Milo chuckled a bit, then seemed to get more serious. “Walk me through that one? I don’t know that I’m quite catchin’ your drift on it.”

Sam leaned back against the back of the couch and reached up to cup Milo’s cheek. “You light up my world, darlin’. You make everything feel… warm. Warm, and gentle, and so fuckin' sweet. It’s not something I’ve been able to feel for a while now. It's something I used to bask in every spare second I had. Be it a passing moment while I was swapping an engine or laying in the grass just for the fun of it. The sun was taken from me when…” he hesitated, “when I was turned. But you brought it back. You brought back that piece that I’ve been missing for so many years. Everything is… bright. Golden. Shining. All because of you. You’re my sun, Milo. Even if I can't go outside during the day to feel it, I feel it every time I get to hold you.”

Tears welled in Milo’s eyes. “ Christ, Sam. Really know how to make a guy emotional.” He chuckled as Sam ran his thumbs under his eyes, preventing the tears from falling. “And you said I'm too sweet to you.”

“Milo.”

“Samuel,” Milo teased back.

They both laughed quietly, wrapping each other in their arms and holding each other close. Kisses passed between lips.

“I love you, darlin’. More than anything.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. So damn much.”

[aestheticpearl]

— 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬

[𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫] milo greer

fuck your hand hurt, but honestly you felt like you deserved this. how could you be careless enough to grab a burning hot skillet? milo is never gonna let you live this down. a part of you is debating to just use healing magic for it and the other half is like you deserve this pain, which doesn’t really feel like that’s a healthy reaction. you can unpack that later, you decide to just apply some burn cream onto your hand to help with the pain when you hear the door open.

“sweetheart i’m home” you can hear milo kick off his heavy work boots. “hi aggro” he says softly to the feline and bends down to pet him. all you can think is that you can not let him know you stupidly burned your hand on a skillet. you have to hide, you’re great at hiding so obviously you quickly cloak.

“sweetheart you home?” he calls out.

“uhh yeah” you try to hide the nervousness in your voice.

“where are you? you cloaked again?” he starts looking around.

“maybe?”

“maybe? what do you mean maybe? it’s a yes or no question”

“yes”

“why are you cloaked?”

“cause um uh…” you’re digging your own grave here. you can’t think of an excuse and decide to just uncloak, milo jumps as per usual and you giggle at his reaction.

“quit doing that! you’re gonna gimme a heart attack” he glances down that the hand you’ve hidden behind your back. “what are you hiding from me?”

“nothing”

“why’s your hand wet?” you give him a confused look. “you’re standing in front of a mirror sweetheart, i can see behind you”

“i just washed my hands that’s why they’re wet, no other reason” you smile, thinking your reference was pretty funny and he stares at you deadpanned.

“let me see it” you sigh in defeat and show him your burned hand. “damn sweetheart what did you do?”

“i burned my hand on the skillet cooking. i wasn’t thinking and i touched it while it was hot” milo inspects the very red and ointment covered hand.

“what did you put on it?”

“burn cream”

“burn cream? you mean ointment? sweetheart why didn’t you just use your healing magic?” you look down at the ground in shame.

“i thought i deserved it for my stupidity”

“what? why would you think you deserve pain?”

“i don’t know, i didn’t wanna unpack all that”

“fuckin a, okay i’m gonna heal you then we can talk about it later when your ready. okay?”

“okay” milo gently takes the back of your hand a holds it up to use what little healing magic he knows to heal your throbbing hand. after he looks up at you to give you a quick kiss.

“no one deserves pain sweetheart, especially someone like you.” he places another swift kiss on your forehead before kissing your lips again.

“thank you”

“yeah yeah you nerd, now quit hurting yourself in dumb ways” you can’t help but smile and his lightly scolding.

“yes sir”

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how come when milo has a heavy north eastern accent he gets bitches, but when i have it i get none? where are my bitches?

.love always <3 pearl

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[yeastinfectionvale]

Brother Dearest, Boyfriend Dearest

"JUST GET TOMATOED FOR FUCKS SAKE" Guy screamed as he tossed tomatoes in Sweetheart’s general vicinity, missing and hitting a wall instead. Sweetheart phased in and out of view, a grin on their face.

Milo meets Sweetheart's brother and Guy bugs his sibling. Honey enjoys the company of their old roommate and their boyfriend.

SIBLING AU - Sweetheart and Guy are siblings. Featuring They/them Honey and Sweetheart.

“I don’t know about this Sweetheart,” Milo said, fiddling with his collar. “What happens if I slip up? What happens if I fuck up and accidentally shift?” Sweetheart walked over to their mate, enveloping his hands in theirs. Milo sighed as their foreheads touched, “you’re going to be fine. Think of it like a pack meeting.” He leaned back, face deadpan. They laughed before grabbing onto Milo’s collar, pulling him into a kiss.

“Kiss me like that again Sweetheart and I don’t think we’ll be able to get out the door,” he said, hands roaming their hips, fingertips dancing. 

“Milo Greer!” Sweetheart exclaimed, laughing, “don’t even try to get out of this dinner with my brother. Guy really wants to meet you. I want him to meet you.” Milo groaned before kissing Sweetheart softly, “okay baby, let me just put my shoes on.” They rubbed his left arm before heading off to put their own shoes on.

The car ride over was blissfully silent, the radio playing in the background as Milo’s thumb rubbed circles on Sweetheart’s thigh. 

Sweetheart and Milo stood in front of Guy’s front door, Milo looking at his mate fix their hair. He rested his hand on their cheek, pulling them towards him and into a kiss. Sweetheart carded their hands into his hair, not noticing the front door open. 

“EW!” Guy screamed as Milo and Sweetheart pulled away quickly. Guy continued to stare at the couple with disgust as Honey pushed their way under his arm, pulling their self-proclaimed sibling-in-law inside the house. Milo stood frozen under Guy’s scrutinising eyes. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” Guy said before ushering Milo inside.

The house smelt like onions and olives as Guy and Milo walked into the empty kitchen. Guy dragged a hand over his face, “So” he said leaning back against the counter, “you’re the guy fondling my sibling. So what are you, Daemon? Werewolf? Elemental? Vampire?” Milo choked on his spit. “Wha-what how?” Guy chuckled before opening the fridge, pulling out a bowl of tomatoes. “I’m guessing werewolf with the wet dog cologne. Don’t look at me like that, my sibling can become invisible, I may be ‘un-empowered’, but I got a good nose. Shame though, I was gonna make a bloody dick sucking joke.” He handed Milo the bowl, inspecting a tomato.

“I didn’t expect you to know, pretty dumb of me now that I think of it.” Milo mumbled looking at the bowl, “do you want help making tomato sauce or something?” Guy took the bowl back and started to walk into the living room, “no, just fulfilling a yearly tradition. Just some brotherly love.” Milo stood still confused, before he heard screaming.

"JUST GET TOMATOED FOR FUCKS SAKE" Guy screamed as he tossed tomatoes in Sweetheart’s general vicinity, missing and hitting a wall instead. Sweetheart phased in and out of view, a grin on their face. Honey held their head in their hands shouting, “MIND THE TABLE. DON’T HIT THE FOOD PLEASE.” Milo caught a stray tomato, jokingly offering it to Honey as he sat down on the sofa next to them. “Is he always like this?” Honey took the tomato, “are they always like this?” Milo smiled, nodding as Guy let out a frustrated scream. Honey spun the tomato, throwing it in an empty corner, hitting an invisible wall. 

Sweetheart materialised, seeds on their forehead and a scowl on their face. “Goddamn it” They said as Milo pulled them into his lap, lovingly wiping their forehead clean. Guy plopped himself into Honey’s lap with a huff. Honey shot Guy a look before turning to look at Sweetheart, “you can’t hide from the person who caught you stoned with a certain incubus when we used to be roommates.” 

Milo chuckled, arms snaking their way around Sweetheart’s waist. He leaned forward, whispering into their neck, “stoned with an incubus? How scandalous baby.” Guy gagged loudly, two fingers in his mouth. Sweetheart smacked his arm lightly.

“Did I ever tell you about the dog?” Guy asked nobody in particular all of a sudden. Sweetheart and Milo shook their heads. “So I deliver pizza to this one couple that live in the slightly haunted apartments in West Dahlia and they have a huge dog but I never see the dog and the guy together. It's so weird, the dog is like absolutely massive.” Sweetheart and Milo shared a look, “oh does he order chicken barbeque pizza with spicy wings?” Guy nodded, “yeah that’s Asher. He’s my pack mate, second in command of the pack actually.”

Honey’s eyebrows raised and Guy paused, “the dog is a man?” he asked himself. Milo nodded sympathetically, “the dog is a man who once cried after he forgot to get the name of a guy we played with on a Halo server last week. The guy was an ace though. Jammed to California Girls the whole time.” Guy high-fived Milo, the latter caught off-guard slightly, “DUDE!” Guy exclaimed, “that was me!” The two of them launched into a heated discussion of the game, Guy getting off Honey’s lap to start a quick round between the four of them.   

“Why don’t we have dinner first?” Honey asked hurriedly, hungry after a day of dinner preparations. Sweetheart mouthed a ‘thank you’ as the four of them moved to the table. Milo poured drinks and Honey served plates ladened with grilled chicken and roasted vegetables. “No pizza then?” Sweetheart said, kicking Guy’s leg. Honey groaned as they began to eat, light conversation sparking between bites. Milo reached out, holding Sweetheart’s hand, oblivious to Guy doing the same to Honey.

The night rolled to a close, Sweetheart leaning on Milo, half-asleep as they both stumbled out to the car. Guy watched him buckle them into the passenger seat of the car, kissing them lightly on the forehead before closing the door quietly to not wake them up. He waved to Guy and Honey before sitting in the driving seat.

“You happy?” Honey asked Guy, hugging him softly. He kissed the top of their head as he began to walk them both into their bedroom, “yeah. I’m happy.”