raven-selfships

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If you want, and still taking like drabbles, that one voice like from rev where he says "I wish there was more time to spend with you" sounds so cute! and maybe him murmuring it after getting fucked by the reader and he is a bit needy and affectionate, and touch starved--post sex cuddles basically bc I'm just like in a soft mood for rev

Oops got a bit long and sappy.

Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Revenant/Reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: Rated T, MENTIONS of sex but nOTHING explicitly mentioned, suggestive, fluffy, v soft.

Words: 700

Heat. Warmth, not unbearable, spreading across your body and down to your very fingertips. Your lips part from the taste of metal machinery, your very breath fanning across the false mouth before you. A silicone lower lip would not flush like your own, the metal face plate to resemble a skull would neither as well. And yet, you still smile down at the person beneath you and sigh, “You’re so beautiful.”

You receive a soft grunt in reply, the best response you could have gotten from Revenant as you let out a soft laugh. You kiss the corner of the mouth again, your naked body sliding from the heated material beneath your own.

Satisfaction runs through your veins; Warmth being quelled by the cool air surrounding the two of you. The moonlight brings a cold tinge to the room through the window nearby, opened just a touch to let the breeze filter in. You roll to your side, eyes half lidded and heart having settled down, but the heat across your face remaining.

~Rest Under The Cut~

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Au where Bow is real and is your boyfriend

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not a prompt. well kinda. pls THINK about gibby and the "you want me to wear that?" line. like, my heart can't take it. he'd be so cute in lingerie or fishnets or even just a string, maybe heels. all blushy, trying to hide but getting flustered when you tell him how good and cute he looks

Oops I made this a full fic!!!! Tysm for suggesting Gibraltar bc I’m in LOVE with him!!!

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Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Gibraltar/Reader

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reader is gender neutral/gender ambiguous, fluff, lingerie, Gibraltar likes being called pretty and has a praise kink, just very fluffy and soft nothing too bad just explicit!!!

Words: 1.8k

Makoa Gibraltar was a romantic at heart.

It wasn’t hard to fall for him- c'mon, just look at him. Built like a real-life giant teddy bear with a kind smile and a contagious laugh. You’d met because you were one of the lead medics on standby in the medical bay for when legends would fall, or when they would become champion and need to limp their way back. You were specialized in both the robotics and the flesh that came through here, so you were scheduled to work quite frequently when a season was going on.

More than once you’d serviced him. Checking his vitals and going through the motions. Normally he’d crack jokes to you, ask how you were doing, all while he ignored the likely searing pain in his body. Sometimes he’d wince, but then beam up at you, dimples and all and go, “Ey, ain’t nothin’ I ain’t had worse of. You’ll fix me right up, right, doc?” And he always said it like he trusted everything in you and your heart would pound, you’d flush, and try to come up with something back.

You should have realized he’d been flirting. You should have realized it long before he’d asked you out all whilst rubbing the back of his neck and mumbling that maybe in the med-bay wasn’t the most ROMANTIC area to ask you out, but he couldn’t catch you off work.

You’d been so startled trying to catch what he had said that once your brain caught up, you’d finally shouted ‘yes’ a bit too loudly and enthusiastically. But, at least it made him laugh?

~Rest under the cut~

Now you were six months strong and found yourself watching the screens with more nervousness when Makoa was in the arena. You knew death didn’t happen in the arena, no, but the pain and fear were just as real. Yet, he was always so kind, big smiles and enthusiasm. One time when he’d been champion, he’d blown a kiss at the camera and said it had been for you. You hadn’t been able to talk straight for an hour.

Such a sweetheart.

Some days he was Makoa Gibraltar, Apex Legend, Apex champion, a face to be seen on a screen and to be admired.  

And some days? Some days he was just Makoa. Your boyfriend who liked to hog the blankets and squeeze you tight in the morning so you’d whine about having to go pee and laugh at you as you tried to squirm away.

Today? Today he was Makoa.

“You want me to...to wear that?”

You beam brightly, nodding your head enthusiastically as you look over at the outfit you’d lain out on a chair. Said outfit he was looking at couldn’t even count as an outfit. It was a soft baby pink baby doll, a split right beneath the chest to fan out in gorgeous lace. It came with a thong, one you’re sure wouldn’t hold him and the idea made you want to drool. You’d also lain out white fishnets and four-inch black stilettos.

“You said you wanted to get more in touch with your feminine side,” You gleefully state, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and hardly being able to lock your fingers together around him. You nose just below his shoulders where you can reach, giving him a squeeze. “Besides, you said you wanted to try wearing this sorta thing, why not start now? It’s in your size- isn't it preeeetty?”

“Ya must be the devil, baby.” Makoa laughs, causing your body to vibrate with the motion. He sounds embarrassed, and you just know his face is flushed and burning red.  

“Sooo...is that a yes?”

“For you, my love? Anything.”

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You left your home for a little due to a call for work just to do a check up on Pathfinder’s processors. Not a problem, you lived close to the compound and it wasn’t anything difficult to walk to and from. Pathfinder is as chipper and thankful as ever, mentioning something about overheating but you’d checked his processors and they were all good to go. You offered for him to maybe lay off any activities that may be causing him to heat up, accepting his thumbs up of approval, and went on your way.

When you came home, the smell of Makoa’s shampoo was the first thing that hits you. He’d obviously had a shower a little bit ago when the warmth and humidity rolling out of the bathroom hits you as you pass it. And once you enter your bedroom, you figure out why. Not that, of course, you couldn’t take the hint but...

The outfit fit him perfectly. Right down to the heels. Makoa is sat on the edge of the bed, one powerful leg over the other, hands folded in his lap and face flushed red. His hair is down, showing the few streaks of gray from where he’d pulled his wavy hair over to one side to let it frame his face beautifully. His skin is still glowing from his shower, his tattoos all on display and making you bite your bottom lip.

“You look beautiful, baby.” You breathe out, dropping your bag on the floor next to the door and kicking off your socks and shoes. You pad over to where he is, watching him peek up from where he’d been looking at his lap and he offers you one of those award-winning smiles. Though it’s a bit crooked as if he’s shy.

“Can you stand up and do a twirl?” You playfully speak once you’re close enough, gently resting a hand over his thigh and leaning in to get a peek at his face. Immediately Makoa laughs, hands unfolding so he can cup your face adoringly between both of his warmed hands.

“Now ya just being selfish.” He playfully responds back, bringing you closer until his full lips can cover your own. You’re both smiling into the kiss, your nails lightly pressing to his thigh as you stand on your tiptoes to get a better angle for him.

Once you part, you bop your nose affectionately to his with a small laugh, “Aw, c’mon, didn’t you just say earlier that I could have anything?”

The reminder makes his eyes open, deep pools of brown that narrow playfully at his own words being twisted. You offer a grin in turn, bouncing your eyebrows twice to effectively make him laugh and shoo you back and offering you his seat.

You plop onto the bed like an excited child. Smiling brightly up at him as he stands in front of you, four inches taller than he normally is and near marking him at 7 foot. You don’t mask your attraction nor excitement as you bite your bottom lip, hands in your lap and practically bouncing in place.

You eagerly make a ‘go ahead’ motion with your head and that makes Makoa chuckle, rolling his eyes dramatically at you before doing a spin for you. He even goes so far as to grab the chair you’d had resting in the middle of your room where you most certainly did not have it JUST to put the clean clothed you didn’t want to fold into.

Okay maybe, but that wasn’t the point.

The point was now he’s bent over. Bent completely over, grasping the edge of the chair, legs splayed a bit, and showing you all his features. How his ass looks in the fishnets and thong, you’re right about the thong not being able to hold him, but seems the fishnets were doing a pretty good job in helping secure his cock to his body. His powerful, long legs look ever the more defined in heels and oh how his soft, muscular padding looked in the baby doll from the front was already beautiful, but now you get to see the strength in his arms flex from behind.

“Oh, Makoa...” You breathe out again, letting your eyes rake over his form and a whine blossoming from your throat. “Oh, this was such a good idea.”

You watch his shoulders shake briefly with a quiet laugh, only to watch them seize up when you shift off the bed. You let your hands wander down over his thick ass, squeezing appreciatively at his thighs and sliding one hand between his legs to cup at the bulge in his thong.

Makoa’s breath wavers, head falling forward and a small shake added to his body. You coo about how pretty he is again as you let both hands come up to grab at the top of his tights, rolling them down his ass with his thong and groaning at the sight of him.

Hearing his breath pick up as you slide your hands back between his thighs, you gently pat and make him spread his legs wider. His cock hangs between his legs, a thick girth rivaling your wrist. He’s a good seven inches and half chubbed up right now, he’s proportional to his body with his hair kept trimmed in this area. His balls are a good handful, heavy in your palm where you gently squeeze and roll them now just to hear him choke out a sound.

Your mouth waters at the sight of his ass. The flush of his hole makes you want to lick and suck and kiss and make him whine about how embarrassing it was for you to touch there. You bite your lip at the thought, tempted to, but you save the thought for later.

“You’re so pretty, sweetheart.” You murmur again, dropping to your knees with a dull thud behind him so you can roll his tights down a little more to really get a good look at him. You sigh at the way his cock jerks at the praise, running a finger along the underside just to watch it lazily jerk again.

Makoa shudders, hanging his head. His voice is tight when he finally speaks, just as you wrap a loose hand around his cock. “N-not that I don’t like being-” He pauses to take a sharp breath in when you hum happily, swiping a thumb over the drooling head to smear the bead of precum. “-expo—exposed for you like this but the heels are a little-”

His voice shakes again when your other hand cups his balls, gently squeezing and distracting him. From behind him, you grin deviously, but you press a kiss to the back of his thigh. ”You wanna sit down instead?”

He immediately nods, making you release him and helping him get out of his heels, undoing the strap around his ankle and pulling it off each foot before guiding him to sit down on the bed.

You scoot on your knees to rest between his splayed out thighs. Watching Makoa’s fingers flex on his thighs and smiling as you lean up to nuzzle at his inner thigh, helping him pull off his tights and thong so he’d stay in just his baby doll.

“Just relax and let me take care of you tonight, sweetheart.” You murmur.

A tease of a grin edges his lips, fluttering his lashes.

“Anything for you, my love.”

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Do you have any headcanons about a/b/o for apex? I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea but I was wondering if you had any thoughts cause I appreciate that your fics are consensual and respectful which is always important for a/b/o au’s

Yup yup yup!! I used to have an old list but bc of new characters lemme make you a new one bc these will be brief explanations!!

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Bangalore: Alpha. She uses her class in order to push past the sexism of the world and work her way up to the top. She’s, in actuality, a big sweetie who blushes if you call her a pet name.

Bloodhound: Omega. Don’t let that fool you. They use an alpha scent over their glands so no one can assume anything about them. But they do not use suppressants because they feel that would be cruel to deny their body it’s natural nature.

Caustic: Beta. His presence can be very calming or very intimidating depending on the way he is trying to project himself. 

Crypto: Omega. He uses a beta scent over his glands so that way no one can have an opinion based on alpha or omega of him. He also projects himself more Intimidating than he actually feels due to paranoia.

Gibraltar: Alpha. He’s so fucking laid back and chill and can calm down any scenario so he’s more like a beta. But he uses his class sometimes to get people to stop being fucking shitheads to omegas- especially any other legends being harassed. Big Papa Energy.

Lifeline: Alpha. She knows her class and has used it to get top of her field. That, and of course her parents being loaded. She thought when she went on E that it might mellow out her hormones, but now instead of being grumbly near her rut, she’s now just more interested in Nesting. Funny side effect.

Loba: Beta. Her attitude suggests otherwise that she might be an alpha, but in all actuality she’s neutral. She does have the tendency to be snappy and possessive about things or Who is hers. So you might get the wrong impression until you scent her.

Mirage: Alpha. Much like Bloodhound, he uses a beta scent to even him out so people don’t automatically Assume a personality of his. He prefers to be someone that someone can confide in and find comfort rather than feel the need for him to protect them or be the one being Protected.

Octane: Alpha. He’s a spoiled fucking brat and he acts Exactly like a cliche alpha. He knows he can get his way in and out of things and uses this to his leverage. 

Pathfinder: If he did have scent glands, he’d probably be a beta! He’s programmed TO be a beta so it’s in his nature to calm scenarios around him as well as be an aura of relaxation. Except he’s a little shit sometimes who likes to sass the wrong people.

Revenant: [Redacted FILE CORRUPTED] 

Wattson: Omega. She does NOT act like it. You’d think beta, maybe edging into alpha, but she’s a happy-go-lucky kinda gal! Her suit hides most of her scent anyhow, and she mostly smells of burnt paper most times, but she does have some habits of say, taking her partner’s clothing to nest with them.

Wraith: [Redacted]. She sometimes finds herself [redacted] during her [redacted]. Though her scent implies [redacted], sometimes it changes and can imply [redacted] instead. Seems to change depending on the day, but that could be because of her [redacted].

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Could I request how loba and maybe rev if you want (not poly ) would react to seeing their s/o after being apart for a while due to the games . Would they spend the day cuddling and spoling them or should it take them a while to adjust to bring around then again.

Aw you picked the two of the most angsty characters for this sorta theme! Love it!

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Loba: Loba is all about family, family and spending time together. She realizes when she’s essentially forced into the games that the compound has no room for people who are not legends. Her first thought is to buy her way out, somehow find an escape- without you?! What is she supposed to do- what if you got hurt- what if someone came for you!?

Her panic and anxiety is gently addressed by you. That you and Jaime were together at home and you two could handle everything on your own! It’s a constant anxiety of hers and she calls home to check on you two after every match, quietly from her own room under hushed voices as to not draw attention from outsiders.

When the season breaks, Loba finds the quickest way home. She always looks so cool and badass in the arena, you’d think nothing of her to be so worried in her daily life. And yet, when she gets home, you’re immediately scooped into her arms and spun. Doesn’t matter how tall or how much you weigh, your ass is getting spun by Loba.

She holds onto you so tight, taking in your scent and nuzzling into your neck or hair- anywhere she can reach with murmurs about how much she missed you and how much she adores you, how she’s going to make up for lost time-

It’s promptly broken by Jaime clearing his throat and Loba shouting with joy and tackling him next.

Family means everything to her, being separated for so long is heart breaking.

Revenant: Revenant is really, really good at playing up the whole ‘angsty murder bot with a vendetta’. You wouldn’t think he had a home, let alone someone waiting for him. Nor would you think the reason half the time he’s pissed is because he can’t catch a fucking break without you tucked into his side and mumbling sweet nothings to him.

In the compound, his optics never shut off. He doesn’t need to shut down, but you’d taught him that shutting down was a comfort that little could have. He didn’t have you to wake him in the morning with your sleepy noises and pushing at him because he was heavy. One night he snarls, dialing you up just to have you on video call next to his bed so he can watch you.

If he had a heart it would throb when you answer, hair a mess and eyes sleepy as you smile so sleepily at him and nuzzle at your pillow with a mumble of, “Hey, grumpy, why the long face?” In a sleep-filled voice that makes him immediately feel comforted.

When the season is over, the Syndicate expects he has nowhere to go and is surprised when he’s booking a flgiht to go ‘visit’ a location. No problem, not their problem, go off murderbot. But when he makes it home to you, he’s immediately cupping your face, letting you do the same to bring him down and bump foreheads adoringly to which he replies, “Gross.”

And you smile big, “You don’t need to pretend to be scary to me, baby. You’re safe here.” And he just...melts.

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This is kinda unspecific but do you have any ideas / headcanons about loba . Like what's her ideal date is and dose she like pet names ect .

Listen man, ya gave me smth to work with and I appreciate that. Ap-peach-iate that if u will.

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Loba is the type to give you an enormous amount of pet names. Baby, babe, sweetheart, etc. If she’s being more teasing or playful then she breaks out nicknames like kitten/puppy, little thing, baby doll, baby girl/boy, etc! 

HOWEVER, if you call her a pet name? Or call her anything even remotely endearing? She gets flustered, trying to scoff or laugh it off, but her cheeks becoming reddened and her eyes looking everywhere but you is a good sign that she adores it. She’s just...not all too sure how to Take affection.

Loba wants to give the affection romantically, she’s very good at giving you everything you could desire. Giving it back to her results in her becoming flustered and embarrassed, because yes her parents were so loving, and yes the foster family they tried to keep her with were kind people, but there’s something in the back of her mind that stops her. The ‘what if’s. The what if you were taken from her suddenly, what if she forgets to kiss you goodbye or not hold onto you those three seconds more like she wanted? What if you- what if you suddenly vanish! What if someone comes for you for her own foolishness?! What if-

She has a lot of anxiety, most of the time she doesn’t let you see. But sometimes she’ll hold you a little too hard and bury her face in your neck, her voice straining as she murmurs, “I will keep you safe, my love, you know that right?” 

Prepare to treat her like a princess.

Dates! Dates I imagine can be this or that. She wants to go shopping and go out with you, show you off, do some shopping for clothes and the likes. She loves being out and about, but she also loves staying at home and marathoning shows with you- and Jaime if he’s around! She loves to feel like a family.

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It had been instinct, saving that old woman. If you had been a second slower, shown even the slightest hesitation, then she would have been killed by the oncoming truck. As it was, you ended up dropping your shopping all over the road and fracturing your ankle, but a few bumps and bruises were worth it if it meant saving someones life.

She had thanked you profusely, but eventually you had managed to escape her almost frantic gratitude, and slip away with the paramedics. You had thought that would be the end of it. 

Two days and a plane trip later, you were in another country, glad to be finally having the trip you had been looking forward to, even if you weren’t as mobile as you would have liked. Limping around was going to be a bother.

While you were carefully making your way down a side street, looking forward to resting in your motel room, you found yourself suddenly freezing in place. To your shock, the little old lady stepped into your line of sight, smiling happily at you.

“I wanted to thank you properly dear” The woman spoke, stepping closer to you.

You tried to speak in return, but your voice had been silenced and no matter what you did, you couldn’t move an inch. The woman smiled brightly, perking up.

“Now, what is it you desire hm? Wealth? hm no that’s not it, time? Close but no…” She murmured to herself. She didn’t seem to need you to speak, seemingly grasping the answers from elsewhere, and ignoring your rising panic.

“Love? Oh! A soulmate!” She perked up, practically bouncing in place. 

“Yes! Yes! Perfect! A life for a life! How fitting! Very well, a soulmate it shall be!” She tittered happily, appearance changing with every passing moment, no longer that of an old woman, but something…other.

The air seemed to thicken for a moment as she rolled her hands around each other, a strange thrumming power gathering and swirling around them, before abruptly slamming them into your chest. The world ripped itself apart from under you, sending you spinning and rushing through grasping darkness for what felt simultaneously like seconds and hours, before suddenly landing with a hard thump, uninjured, but sore.

As you groaned in pain and slowly opened your eyes, you found yourself staring up at someone you knew could not exist. They were a beloved favourite character of yours after all. Both of you shivered as something seemed to snap in place between you.

At least they looked just as bewildered as you felt. 

[quinni-shippi]

Yoooo

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Do you have any headcanons for when reader starts warming up to Bloodhound, Mirage, and Octane?

U know I do

Bloodhound

- Hound would be relieved.

- They don’t see taking you as kidnapping, but as speeding up the process of you finding your rightful place.

- They would initiate physical contact more frequently; asking for simple things like playing with your hair or tracing your skin with their fingers.

- If you’re then the one to start it, they’ll be even happier and most likely a bit stupefied. A near constant smile is hidden behind that mask.

- They loosen the reins a bit and even suggest you ease into joining them on outings. They would show off their hunting and tracking skills, trying to further prove that they are truly worthy of you.

- You have at last found your place beside them, it’s only natural they should seek to foster any sign of acceptance or a reciprocation of the love they feel for you.

Mirage

- Of course he loves you regardless of how stubborn you’ve acted in the past.

- But now, when you actually let him touch you and actually talk to him? You’re utterly perfect.

- Elliott makes a point of staying home more once you become a bit more agreeable. He might even take a season off from the games, just to make sure he gets a good dose of your affections (he considers it making up for lost time).

- No matter how subtle any display of you warming up is, he jumps on it.

- He’ll be greeting you every morning with a sloppy kiss whether you like it or not. You don’t hate him anymore, so naturally you should be enamoured with him instead.

Octane

- At first, he’s suspicious. He’ll question if you’re planning something or trying to butter him up to escape but once he realises you’re being genuine, he feels guilty.

- An apologetic cuddle session ensues, one he feels all too overjoyed to be partaking in.

- In a way he might use your newfound kindness as a way of getting what he wants. If you’re feeling snuggly, then you’ll be temporarily brushed off.

- He wants you eating out of his hand, it makes him all too excited to finally have your love, so he wants to make sure things stay that way.

- Octavio has always taken the high risk, high reward approach. This is no different; forcefully making you his paid off the second you did so much as smile or hold hands with him.

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@ickymicky88 / @undeadocto drew this amazing piece based off the Loba/Bloodhound idea 🥺 ♥️♥️ They’re super talented

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[shortythescreen]

Wraith for 'mind washing my back for me'??

Note(s): Gender neutral reader, nudity, technically NSFT beneath the cut. More suggestive than anything else. 

You started spending the night at Wraith’s apartment relatively early into your relationship. Granted, you sleep on the couch, but the concept of waking up to your girlfriend had been so appealing that when she shyly asked if you wouldn’t mind taking the bed alone, you responded by telling her the couch was yours and she would just have to deal with it.

You two haven’t broken that tradition despite introducing sex into your relationship. You’re not one to pressure Wraith into anything and she hadn’t brought up sleeping in the same bed -- so neither had you.  

You’ve still managed to leave a lot of shit at her place. It started with some clothes -- hoodies that she would steal and you would come over to find her lounging in them. Then came important shit you usually had to turn around for -- like your wallet, or your keys.  

The thing that you notice right now is your toiletries. Your shampoos and conditioners and body washes line her shower wall, tucked neatly into the opposite side of her shower caddy. Considering how often you’re at her place, it makes life a hell of a lot simpler. 

You’re in the middle of rinsing your hair of soap, under the warm, foggy steam of the hot water. Your muscles are relaxed, pores opening, clearing the longer you stand under the spray. You could stay here all night. 

Just as you finish up squeezing out the rest of the shampoo, the shower curtain rings clink over the metal rod. Your eyes snap open, instantly on high alert, only to find your very beautiful, very naked girlfriend stepping into the shower with you. 

Her hair is down for once, jet black tresses tumbling to the middle of her back. Her head is bowed a little forward, some of the heavy strands hanging around her face -- like she’s hiding from you. She peers up at you from beneath the curtain of her hair, a shy smile pulling across her lips. 

“Hey,” she says. 

“Hi,” you say, unable to keep the surprise from your voice. “You, uh... you want something babe?” 

Your eyes drag over her body, helpless to the porcelain expanse of skin she’s revealed to you. Wraith is so fucking pretty, with violin shaped hips that create little dips between her tummy and her legs. Scars line her body, from times before, and you’ve made it your mission to commit each one to memory. 

Her breasts aren’t huge, fitting perfectly into your hand, and topped with small, dusky colored nipples that you could spend all night tasting, and touching, and loving. You love her so fucking much. She’s so hot. Fuck. 

“You always take forever in here,” she tells you, breaking you from your admiring trance. “So I thought I’d join you.” 

“Right,” you say. “Well, uh... mind washing my back for me?” 

Your goal when it comes to touch between you and your -- beautiful, stunning, gorgeous -- girlfriend is to give her agency. Even though you would like nothing more than to back her up against the shower wall, hitch her legs up over your shoulders and eat her perfect cunt until she’s trembling, you know it’s important to let her hold the reigns. 

She nods at you, lips twitching upwards, and you step out from beneath the spray, closing some of the distance between you, before you turn your back to her. 

You don’t hear her pop open the cap of your liquid body soap, or shuffle forward to touch you. If it weren’t for the fact she couldn’t get out without having to open the curtain, you would almost think she wasn’t there at all. Suddenly, her cold hands find purchase on your sides, sliding around your body and slipping down to fondle you. Your lips part in a gasp as she nestles herself against your body, pressing those dusky nipples against your back. 

“I want to do other things,” she murmurs into your ear, nipping the shell of it and making you shudder. Yeah, okay. You can work with that. 

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@ickymicky88 / @undeadocto drew this amazing piece based off the Loba/Bloodhound idea 🥺 ♥️♥️ They’re super talented

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me @ like the 4 other apex selfshippers-I love you

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What are your hc for some cuddles with Bloodhound?

DEEEEEP INHALE

Depending on how far into the relationship you are, they may act different. Cuddling leaves them very vulnerable, in an area they aren’t used to.

In the beginning, they sit up and let you rest your head in their lap while running fingers through your hair idly. Bulky pajamas, lower faced mask. They don’t sleep with you, fearing your comfort and their own. But they do sleep in a chair near the bed.

Deeper in the relationship, they adore being the big spoon. Holding you close to their chest, strong arms holding you firmly. Their nose buried in your nape or hair to take in your scent. You calm their nerves.

But, sometimes they prefer to be little spoon. Wrapped up in your arms, fingers holding your arm as if afraid you’ll move over. Or leave them.

Vulnerable like this, they rest in comfortable clothing. Normally too big of sweatshirts and lounge pants, no mask. Their long hair is their favorite to be played with and braided. They relax around you, no longer tense.

Cuddling is very important in showing how they care about you. They’re almost shy in romantic approaches like that.