#soft puffy in love i’m 🥺🥺🥺🥺

[wonyopout]

(cw: somno, cnc, basically wony thinks readers asleep but she’s not..)

pervy loser best friend wony?? well, yes! 😁😁 this came to me in a vision… but not really

meeting wony on campus/in a class you both happen to share and becoming fast friends. wonyoung getting a lil attached to you since she struggles to make friends on campus,, and bc you were so pretty and she kinda couldn’t believe how much attention she was getting from you.. but you just thought she was the cutest thing and loved saying so! getting so much enjoyment out of seeing the tips of her ears go bright red when you called her cute hehe. even when you’re surrounded by your other friends she’s the one you wanna spend all your time with 🥺🥺 wony practically tripping over her feet when you call her over to sit with you, she’s such a loser hehe. drops everything whenever you call her and ask her to stay over. pulling her into a bear hug the second you open your door and see her in her cute pajama set, she’s just your innocent nerdy best friend who you can’t resist 😋 well, she’s innocent as far as you’re concerned..

you’re not completely oblivious to the effect you have on her though. you’re close enough to the point that you’ve changed in front of her countless times, she always says she looks away but you’ve caught her enough times to know that’s a blatant lie. feigns ignorance when you ask her why her face is so flushed and her pupils are blown wide. will stare at your tits during casual conversations too, looks up to meet your eyes and doesn’t even try deny it! just looks away while mumbling a sorry. soooo maybe she’s a pervy loser but she’s Your pervy loser!! it’s just that whenever she spends the night you wake up in the morning to weirder and weirder circumstances.. like waking up with your tits out covered in hickies with your nipples wet, or your underwear pulled down or hanging off one of your ankles, your cunt all messy and sensitive..

it’s so obvious it’s wony who made you this way but you don’t wanna bring it up all of the sudden and get her embarrassed, or risk her feeling guilty when she knows she’s been found out. it’s not like you hated the idea of the girl having her way with you… you just wished she’d do it when you were awake too 🤭 trying to figure out a way to send little hints or get the point across that you wanted wonyoung to fuck you without scaring her off, so you invite her to spend the night more often. going to bed in only an oversized sleep shirt to give her easier access hehe. being so excited you just can’t get yourself to fall asleep. an hour or so passes before you finally feel wonyoung shift and turn over to face you, having to hold back a sigh when you feel her caressing the inside of your thighs. you hear her inhale deeply before letting out a shaking breath as she puts her face in the crook of your neck, taking in your scent. leaves light kisses all along your neck before sucking marks into your skin. hearing her gasp when she moves her hand up and makes direct contact with your bare pussy. you can tell she’s excited, or nervous, when you feel the slight shake in her hands as she unbuttons your sleep shirt, exposing you fully. you contemplate letting her know you’re awake then,, but you can’t risk her stopping now…

“y/nnie i’m sorry, can’t help it… so soft..”, is all she says under her breath as she runs her hands across your tummy to your chest, cupping your plush tits. plays with your nipples with her thumbs, her hands gentle but firm when she starts kneading your tits. having to bite your tongue to stop yourself from whining when she pinches one of your nipples, soothing it by dipping her head down to suckle and lap at it. she gives the other one the same treatment and this time you really do whine. thankfully wony chalks this up to you responding to her touches in your sleep. softly kisses across your chest as she trails her hand down to your soaked core, rubbing agonizingly slow circles around your puffy clit.

opening your eyes a bit to peek at her and seeing her eyes shut as she moans quietly, her mouth still on your breast as she sucks soundly. hearing slick sounds coming from your cunt as wonyoung alternates between playing with your clit and pressing her fingers into your tight hole down to the knuckle, massaging your g-spot each time 🥴🥴 picking up the pace of her thrusts has her palm slapping against your clit, your jaw dropping open in a silent moan. fingers drilling inside you, wony so focused on your pussy swallowing them up she doesn’t even notice the white knuckle grip you have on the bedsheets 😵‍💫 humming to herself as you cum around her fingers, gradually slowing her thrusts before pulling her fingers out of you, sucking them clean. you’ve got no idea how you’ve been sleeping through her bullying your pussy like this, let alone making you cum so hard your legs start shaking 😵‍💫😵‍💫 you can tell wony really does feel bad, well at least a little, about taking advantage of you by the way she mumbles out apologies as she leaves wet kisses down your body.. whispers “i’ll make you cum lots so don’t be mad please..” as she settles between your legs, her warm breath fanning across your wet lips making you squirm. takes a second to just look at your cunt all messy and clenching around nothing before giving kitten licks all over your lips, cleaning you up and humming at the taste. licks a long stripe against you before she starts messily making out with your cunt, every so often plunging her tongue into your core. your mind getting hazy as she goes from tongue fucking you to sucking on your clit 🥴

at this point you really can’t take it anymore 😣 whining out a, “f-fuck wony”, before reaching your hand down and carding your fingers through her hair, trying to push her deeper into your cunt. wonyoungs eyes going wide when she realizes you’re awake.

“y/n! i-i’m sorry really i can expl- mmMf-!”

she can’t even finish her sentence before you’re shoving her face back in between your legs. bucking your hips while holding her in place, clit bumping against her nose as you use her tongue to get yourself off 🥴 wonyoungs initial shock wears off in almost an instant as she lets you use her mouth, moaning against you as your grip on her hair gets tighter the closer you get to your release. wony lapping up everything you give her as you cum in her mouth, letting out whines nonstop.

wonyoung wiping at her mouth a bit as she climbs up the bed to sit beside you. looking over at her after you’ve come down from your high to see baby’s eyes welled up with tears 🥺 doesn’t even give you a second to question what’s wrong before she’s spluttering out an apology promising she’ll never take advantage of you again, begging you to forgive her ☹️☹️ you don’t mean to but you really can’t help but laugh at her a little! her face wet from her tears and your cum, and her cute little pout like she just looks so silly

“honey… wony, baby you can’t actually think i’m upset with you right now..?”

“uhmm…. you’re not?”

not even bothering to answer as you push her to lie down on her back, keeping her in place as you straddle her. leaning forward to kiss her soundly, watching her try to chase your lips as you pull back 🤭🤭 wonys got a looong night ahead of her hehe

#girl group smut #girl group x reader #ive imagines #ive smut #ive x reader #jang wonyoung smut #jang wonyoung x reader #wonyoung smut #jang wonyoung x fem reader #wonyopout

[forever-rogue]

Okay but imagine when (nurse!steve) reader gives birth and literally all of the nurses are so excited because todays the day!!!!

It's a long and painful labour but once the baby girl's here and checked over and the two of you have spent some time bonding with her - reader rolls her eyes and says "go on, go show her off" and steve whispers that they'll be right back and he cradles baby against his chest, carrying her out to his ward with hot tears rolling down his cheeks.

Literally all of the nurses gush over her and it distrupts the entire hospital, everyone wanting to get a glimps of Baby Harrington. Steve cries the whole time and just can't believe how lucky he is.

AN | Nurse Steve finally getting to meet his baby girl and getting to show her off! What a dream, I am so soft 🥺

Warnings | Mild Language, Nondescript mentions of labor/delivery

Pairing | Nurse!Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.4k

Masterlist | Steve, Main, Nurse Steve

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Steve thought he’d prepared for this moment. Really, he’d done a lot of reading, research, and mental preparation. He’d been in on several emergency births and c-sections, and was sure he had seen it all. 

But it all was so incredibly different when it was his wife in labor, when it was his baby girl being born. 

It was like everything in his mind had flown out the window and he was learning everything for the first time. All he could do now was to hope he was being a good and supportive husband.

“You are never touching me again.”

Okay, maybe he could do a better job. Or maybe it was the fact that you’d been in labor for several hours and seemed to be in a lot of pain and stress. Understandably, of course.

“You’re doing so well, angel,” he was sitting at your side and holding your hand, wishing there was something he could, “you’re almost there - she’s almost here.”

“Steven,” you turned your head to look at him, a pathetic little expression, “I don’t want to do this - I can’t do this. I’m not ready for her.”

“You can do this,” he insisted softly, “I have no doubt about that.”

“I can’t be a mom,” you ran a hand over your tired face, grimacing as another contraction came on, “I’m scared.”

“I know it’s scary,” he cooed as he touched your face, gently stroking your cheek, “and we’ll fuck it up along the way but that’s okay. None of that matter because we’ll always try and there will always be love.”

“Do you think she’ll like us?”

“She’ll love us,” he assured you as you smiled softly, “you’re going to be the best mom.”

“And you’re already the best dad,” you squeezed his hand particularly harshly and he tried to keep his expression neutral, “Stevie, I-”

“Alright,” you found the doctor looking at you with excited eyes, “time to start pushing!”

“Stevie?”

“You’ve got this, angel,” maybe he was right…maybe you could do this, “it’ll all be over soon.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

And….that turned out to be a lie. Not by choice, but circumstances. Life happens. 

Once you started pushing, you had a nagging feeling in your gut. And yeah, it was several hours and a lot of pushing and tears and pain later before you finally got to meet your baby girl.

But as soon as you laid your eyes on her, it was all worth it. All the months of morning sickness, back pain, heartburn, shortness of breath, and lack of sleep were worth it. You fell in love all over again as soon as you got to hold the little blob of a grumpy looking potato that was placed in your arms. All things considered, she was pretty damn cute in your little pink hat and blanket. 

“Look at her,” you were exhausted and wanted to do nothing more than to try and get a few hours of sleep. You knew that your sleep schedule wasn’t going to be consistent anymore, not for some time anyway, “we made her. She’s all ours.”

“Our Camila,” his eyes were puffy and red-rimmed and he looked just as exhausted as you. He’d been a wreck since he realized you were in labor and as soon as he’d laid eyes on her he was a goner. He reached over and gently touched her chubby, splotchy little cheek, “she’s perfect.”

“She is,” you leaned into Steve’s touch when you felt him wipe away your tears, “I hope that she knows we’ll always love and try to do right by her.”

“She will, she’s going to be so spoiled with love,”  you couldn’t even imagine all the excitement that was going to overwhelm once she was at home. You knew that everyone was waiting to meet her. Steve, naturally, had called everyone (you swore it could have been everyone he’d ever met) once you got to the hospital. And of course, his coworkers and half the hospital were eagerly waiting for the good news and to see the new addition to the family, “she’s going to have everyone wrapped around her little finger.”

“She’s already got you,” you teased, but it wasn't denying anything.

“So does her mother,” the way you beamed at him made him practically melt, “I love you. So much.”

“I love you too,” you whispered back, “so, so much.”

You laid back in the uncomfy, hard bed already dreaming of going back to your own bed. You watched as Steve looked at Cami, clearly trying to memorize every detail about her. She was still in your arms but as you leaned back you angled her towards him, “go on.”

“Hmm?” he raised his eyebrows but eagerly took her from your arms, holding her securely against his chest. He’d practiced this and readied him for this moment, but he still grew nervous. He was holding her like she was made of glass, “do you want to get some rest, angel?”

“I do,” you admitted, “but I also know you, my love. Go on and take her. Show her off to everyone.”

“A-are you sure?” there was a spark in his eye and you nodded. If there was anyone you trusted, it was him. Plus, you couldn’t lie, you kind of wanted him to show her off, “I don’t want to take her if you’re not comfortable with it.”

“I’m sure,” you promised, “go and gloat about Baby Harrington. I know they’re dying to see her just as much as you’re dying to show her off.”

“I won’t be gone too long,” he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I’ll be extra careful with Blob - Cami!”

“HA!” you grinned through a yawn, “I told you it would stick. Cami the Blob. I love it, it’s perfect.”

“We’re not…fine,” he laughed softly as Cami made a few small sounds as if she was trying to make her opinion known, “oh Cami girl, I’m afraid your nickname will also forever be Blob. Until your sibling comes along and then they can be Blob.”

“Bold of you to assume I’m doing this again,” you snorted in amusement, “and even bolder to assume they would also look like a blob! Maybe they’d be scrunkly or something!”

“I’m not even going to pretend I have any clue what you just said,” he pecked your lips a few times, “get some rest, mama. We’ll be back soon.”

“Love you both,” your eyes were already closing as you watched him leave the room. You loved them both terribly…but you were ready for a little rest before the chaos truly started.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Steve practically had a spring in his step as he walked out of the room with his daughter - his daughter! - and went to look around for his fellow nurses. As soon as he’d stepped foot out the door, he was stopped by one of the doctors. By now everyone had heard about the arrival of Baby Harrington and everyone was eager for a look at her. 

“She’s beautiful,” the doctor was on her way to another room but took a few moments to stop and admire the baby. Steve felt every bit the proud father, “well done to both of you, but mainly your wife!”

“She did do all the hard work,” he agreed softly with a wink, “but I’ll let her know.”

Before going downstairs to the ER, where he knew his partner was working, he popped his head into the breakroom, finding curious eyes on him, “I’ve got a little visitor!”

They all gathered around him, quietly and leaving some room so they wouldn’t disturb the sleeping baby. How she managed to still be asleep was besides him. They call cooed over her, throwing in their well wishes and congratulations. Everyone loved Steve - he was a likable guy after all - and naturally they loved anyone associated with him. 

This kid was to be a little star at the hospital. Then again, people were still in love with how the two of you had met there; all because of a silly broken ankle. It was the best injury of your life, despite the mess it created. It had given you the best thing in your life and together the two of you had created the next best thing. 

Once he made it out of the breakroom, he made his way downstairs to where he knew his partner would be. If there was anyone he wanted to share this moment with, it was her.

Luckily, he didn’t have to go far. Word had already gotten to his fellow nurse and she caught him just as he came back into the hallway. Her entire face lit up as she took in the small, soft looking bundle in his arms.

“Is that who I think it is?” she asked softly as Steve eagerly nodded. She wanted to squeeze him in a big hug, but didn’t want to crush the baby either. Instead, she gently peeked at the sleeping baby and made a quiet sound of delight, “Steve! She’s beautiful.”

“Thanks,” he grinned at her, his heart full to bursting, “I have to admit, I’m pretty scared right now. I don’t wanna mess up this whole dad thing.”

“Steve,” she touched his cheek, her tone melting into the sweetness she often reserved for him, “I’ve watched you grow from a brand new wide-eyed nurse into the wonderful husband - and father - you are now. You have such a good heart, and you’re a good kid. You’re going to screw it up sometimes, trust me when I say we all do, but if there’s anyone that’s going to do this thing right, it’s you. And you know that if you need anything, you’ve got plenty of people that are willing to help. You know you can call me day or night, anytime for anything.”

“Thank you,” he was teary eyed for what felt like the hundredth time that day as he managed to give her a side hug, “you’re amazing, Brenda. I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“We certainly wouldn’t be here right now,” she teased; she was the one that had finally convinced Steve to ask you out, despite his initial hesitation with the whole patient-caretaker thing. But she was right - if he hadn’t listened to her, none of this would have been possible, “tell you what, try and get some rest while you’re still here and one of the other nurses will look after her. The two of you are in for quite a change.”

“Another good idea,” he snickered, “among your many.”

“I know,” she winked at him before stealing a last look at the baby that had already won over so many hearts, “tell your wonderful wife I say hello and congratulations. When you get settled at home, let me know and I’ll bring over some food. Cooking is going to be the last thing on your mind.”

“I will.”

“Promise?”

“Pinky,” he grinned. 

He was still scared and worried, but somehow he knew that this would all be okay. He’d always wanted to be a father, and now he was. What a world, a wonderful, weird world.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was a few days later when you were finally home and had started to settle into a routine. As much of a routine that a newborn allowed for that was. 

It was a wonderful strangeness that having a baby brought into your home. It was no longer a quiet, pristine place, but a perfectly chaotic house. You liked it; it felt like things were falling into place as they were meant to.

And Steve, wonderful amazing Steve, made everything so much better. He was definitely hands on and helped with Camila just as much as you did. He claimed that you did all the hard work and she was the result of both of you not just one of you, so why would you do everything. He was definitely the opposite of a lot of fathers, but then again, you’d always known he was special and that you were lucky. There was still a lot to learn and navigate but you had no doubt that the two of you would figure it out. 

You came back from the bathroom after taking a much needed shower and padded into the bedroom, ready to catch a bit of sleep for however long you were able to. You found Steve in bed, Cami curled up on his chest as he stroked her back gently. She was asleep, and he was getting there too. 

“Hey,” you whispered as he looked over and gave you a sleepy smile. He still managed to look at you as though you’d hung the moon and all the stairs. You crawled into bed next to him, curling into his side, “you got her to sleep!”

“Didn’t take much this time,” he admitted with a small laugh, “gave her some milk and down she went.” 

“I’m ready for a nap too,” you yawned, “I think we all are. I can put her in the bassinet?”

“Nah,” she shook his head gently, “she’s okay right here. I’ll be careful…you get some sleep and we can trade off later on.”

“Are you sure, love?” you peeked an eye at him, but he just nodded, “you can take a nap first-”

“I’m sure,” he reached over and touched your cheek gently before kissing your forehead, “you need some rest, mama. I’ll probably just read for a bit.”

“Will you read to me?” you asked softly as he beamed at you, your own personal ray of sunshine, “just until I fall asleep. I won’t sleep for too long.”

“You’ll sleep for however long you need,” he insisted sweetly, “but of course, I’ll always read to you.”

“You’re the best,” your eyes were already closed and you knew that it wasn’t going to be long until you were asleep, “I love you so much, Stevie. And you too, Cami girl.”

“I love you too,” he grabbed his book and started to read out loud softly, so he wouldn’t disturb either of his girls. 

It wasn’t more than a few minutes before he read you snoring softly, along with Cami’s deep breaths.

Yeah, this wasn’t so bad after all. 

Steve had his girls and all the love in the world.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington one shot #nurse!steve #joe keery #st

[babyjakes]

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event | april '23 ddlg-themed blurb night

requested by @brandycranby | ahhh bb eu 🥺 was just thinking of ari and his thick beard aaaa 💕✨️🩷🍒 for ur blurb night if u have room, soft!daddy!ari + crying?

warnings | ddlg. ari is soft and little dark, pushing baby way past her limits (dub/noncon). oral (f receiving). clit play, real puff puff behavior. overstimualtion. mocking/degredation, praise, dumbification. forced orgasms. squirting.

word count | 531

as punishing as the trash stache is, i’m of the controversial belief that ari is probably the oral king when it comes to facial hair. like there’s just so much of it, and he totally knows how to weaponize it against you and your poor little pussy.

maybe he’s got you spread out on the couch, arms resting over your knees and big hands holding your thighs right in place. you’re not going anywhere, no matter how much you beg and cry😌

he takes his time with you like always, teasing you with his lips and fingers, enjoying your soft moans and hums of initial approval. the first orgasm is of course a fine and grand ordeal, though it’s not the main event.

that would come after, as he’s overworking your poor, puffy folds. after cumming so hard, you’re a drippy, drooly mess, your little clit now fully exposed and engorged with blood. ari knows, he knows it’s so sensitive now. throbbing. hot. achy. needy, as your daddy puts it. which justifies what comes next: the torment of your overstimulated pussy, especially your precious little button that ari loves oh so much.

“c’mon baby, just look at it. so swollen n’ angry lookin’, needs daddy to take care of it.” using a hand to pull back the skin around it, bringing his tongue down to dip into your sore cunt as his nose and mustache scratch against the aching bead of nerves. dragging the wetness of your last orgasm up to roll over it, earning soft sobs from you as you cry into your hands.

“please daddy, t-too much, please don’t—”

he pulls back to look at you with false concern. “honey, daddy’s just taking care of you. know your little baby pussy gets so sensitive after you cum, doesn’t it?” he brings a single finger up to rub over your poor nub as he speaks, worsening your tears to his delight. “see? can feel it throbbing against me. think you need to cum again for me, sweetheart. your body’s begging for it”

you struggle against his hold but it’s no use 😖 he coos at your pathetic attempt, soothing, “shhh baby, don’t cry. daddy’ll be real gentle, promise” but he’s not fooling either of you, you both know he’s loving this. the tears, the resistance, the abuse of your poor cunt

his mouth returns to its spot between your trembling legs, his tongue licking a fat stripe up from your dripping hole to your clit as he circles in on it with skillful precision, eventually easing the bud back into his mouth as he presses two fingers against your opening

“that’s it, baby. i know, i know sweet girl,” his voice comes out so patronizing through his sucking and kissing. he doesn’t fail to notice the way your whole body’s tensing up in preparation for your next climax. “almost there, angel,” he breathes against your burning button, nursing lovingly on it as you tumble over the edge. he groans and moans against you as you cum, the vibrations of his deep voice sending pleasure and pain shooting up through you as you squirt into his awaiting mouth—

yuh huh!! yum!!😌🫶

#eun's writing #eun's blurb nights #april ‘23 blurb night #ari levinson #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson smut #daddy!ari levinson #ari levinson x little!reader #ari levinson headcanon #ari levinson blurb #ari levinson drabble #ari levinson one shot #ari levinson imagine #dark!ari levinson #the red sea diving resort #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans fanfiction #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x you #ari levinson x y/n

[taintedcigs]

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

“Can’t you just— can’t you just go?” “I’m not leaving you alone until you’re okay.”

with stevie? bc i know my ass would say some dumb shit to push him away just to see if he’d choose to stay🫣🥺

ily hunny!!!

who could stay?

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

word count: 700+

warnings: nothing rlly, steve comforting u, reader having a bad day anndd just some fluff! a little kiss, and VV cheesy!

a/n: kait you're so real for this and this prompt is just so arghhh and cute i wanna d word i love steve sm and i def feel u bc i would so do this and i hope i did it justice bb ily <33 also i listened to the archer when writing this it is heavily inspired by it lmao💗😭

join my birthday celebration!

you never knew what came over you when you were upset, ready to push away anything and anyone, at the expense of your own happiness.

you knew you didn't want to be alone, you knew you wanted someone to be there for you, comforting you, taking care of you.

but you couldn't help but push everyone away, just to see if they would see through you, if they could see through the cold front you put up, just to see if they would stay, even when you asked them to leave.

"'m fine..." you muttered, your eyes glossy as you avoided his, steve was gentle with how he treated you, sat next to you as his knees softly brushed against yours, his hand comfortingly placed on your thighs for reassurance.

he shook his head, he didn't believe you, he knew something was wrong, he knew something had upset you, and he wasn't going to leave until he was sure everything was okay.

he studied your face, taking all of your features in, his mind fuzzy with how beautiful you were, and worry took over him as he saw how your face soured and fell, he wanted to be there for you.

"you don't look fine, sweetheart." his voice was dipped in honey, ever so sweet and the nickname was enough to have your heart pounding out of your chest, but you didn't want him to see you like this, you didn't want to break down in front of him.

"you don't have to worry about it." your voice was cold, tone barely audible, but steve didn't mind.

and you hated that he didn't mind it, you didn't want to hurt him, you didn't want to ruin him with your own fucked up mind, you had a lot of bad days and you never wanted to drag him down with you, he deserved better than that, he didn't deserve to be sucked up in your own darkness.

"honey..." his hand was quick to caress your cheeks, "are you kidding me?" his tone was mellow as his finger tips gently grazed against your chin, lifting up to make you face him.

his dreamy eyes met your glossy ones, his brows furrowed with worry as he saw your bottom lip jutting out, smudged mascara and your puffy nose giving you away.

his heart ached at the sight of you, he wanted to help you, make you feel seen, take care of you.

"i will always worry about you, sweetheart." you winced when he said that, even though his words were warming your heart, you didn't want him to go through your pain.

"i don't want you to." your tone was avoidant, your eyes were anything but, you were wishing he could pick up on it, wishing he could see how hurt you were, but the words that escaped your lips wanted to push him away.

"can't you just..." you tried to stop your words, you knew the last thing you wanted was for him to leave, you wanted him to stay more than anything, but you didn't know how to ask for help.

"can't you just leave." you faced away from him, harshly, and steve's stomach twisted with how you were acting, he knew you didn't mean it, he knew you needed him, he saw right through you, even though you didn't realize it.

you expected him to leave you, you expected him to sigh at your stand off-ish attitude, leaving you all alone.

what you didn't expect was, "no." leaving steve's pouty lips as he shook his head at you. "i'm not leaving you alone, not until you're okay." his gaze was sympathetic, his tone soft and hands squeezing yours in a comforting manner.

"i'll be silent if you need me to, but i'm not leaving you alone, you're trying to push me away, but i won't let you, not until i know you are okay." his brows furrowed in worry again, not blinking as he observed you.

you couldn't help the small smile your lips twitched into, beaming at the fact that steve had chosen to stay, that steve didn't leave you alone. he saw you.

you couldn't help the sobs that escaped your lips, so raw and gut-wrenching that steve immediately wrapped his arms around you, his heart aching with sympathy as he engulfed you with his warmth.

you embraced him, and you let him take care of you, "thank you, stevie." you murmured into his chest between your sobs, he understood you in a way no one could.

"anything for you, honey." his touch was tender as he pressed kisses into your hair, telling you everything he loved about you as he murmured affections into your hair.

his sickly sweet tone and his comforting grip on you making you realize that, steve was there for you, always.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fics #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington blurbs #steve harrington drabbles

[simonrillleyyysss]

plushieobsessed!reader and köni when she has a nightmare 🥺🥺 i love them sm she’s literally me i can’t-

love this!!

when his darling suddenly lets out a soft gasp of air and a yelp, it made königs eyes dart from the book crooked on his lap, to your frantic face—clinging to the blankets; before bursting into tears.

‘hase?’

he asked, slamming the book shut and placing it onto the bedside table, his arm moving to wrap around your waist, pulling you into his plush chest.

‘what is wrong, mein diamant ?’

the austrian cooed tensely, placing a hand on your cheek and gently brushing his rough thumb against the soft porcelain of your skin, patting your head as you hiccuped and whimpered into his chest, tears strolling down your cheeks.

‘the-‘

‘the dream!’

‘you were— you were gone, and there was this evil-‘

you said hysterically, clinging to his side like a koala would a tree, knees tucked up to your chin—his brows furrowing as he leant down to kiss your nose.

‘it’s nothing but a dream, gorgeous.’

‘i’m right here, am i not?’

könig stated, looking down at your puffy eyes, cheeks red and hiccups falling from your lips, nodding with a quick sniffle; with that, he leant over to grab minnie, placing the stuffie into your arm in hope of comfort, watching you snuggle against his side while squeezing the soft plushies fur, gently cradling you to sleep as he read.

#könig x reader #könig x you #könig modern warfare #könig x reader smut #könig fanfiction #könig x fem reader #könig x gender neutral reader #könig call of duty #könig fluff

[klttn]

Can we get some husk smut with a brat reader pretty please!!🥺

𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃’ 𝓁𝑜𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓅𝑜𝓅

pairing : husk x f!reader

content!! : smut! spanking. slapping. husk has a knot. shh don’t look at me like that. knotting and breeding.

summary : you just want husk to be rougher with you so angel gets you a little slutty and tipsy and lets husk deal with the aftermath and brattiness.

"angieee, are you sure about this?” you whined, slight buzz causing a little slur as you spoke.

angel smirked at you, “of course, honey, all men love a bit of skin, especially with tits and ass like yours,” he posed, imitating your figure, winking in the process.

you don't know how you let yourself be convinced into this, you just wanted to get to husk, make him jealous. but now, you were several shots in, that was just your pre drinks, and wearing a skirt so short and top so revealing, being naked would be more modest.

the tiny piece of fabric you had on barely touched the bottom of your ass, hugging it just so that you could see the faint outline of the lingerie set you had on underneath it. husk’s favourite set of yours.

the matching corset bra made your boobs look ravishing. husks favourite thing about it. the soft flesh of your tits spilling out of it oh so cutely. the tightness gripping you just so, drawing all the attention to the contrast of your waist.

you tried to convince angel you would need a top but he thought otherwise.

the look was finished off with sheer lacey stockings that only accentuated the curve of your thighs more and a pretty ribbon tangled into a bow in your hair, just the way husk liked it.

“baby, you look hot, hotter than me, hot.” angel sighed, dragging you out of your thoughts and handing you another shot which you gladly accepted. “now let’s get this show on the road, my moneys on we don’t even make it to the door.”

you giggled at angels exclamation before grabbing a candy lollipop to suck on, feeling more n more of the alcohol take over you. “you’re so silly, angie.”

he sent a cheesy smile your way as you let him take ahold of your hand to pull you down the stairs to where husk was tending the bar.

the closer you got the more nervous you got, the excitement of the alcohol mixing with the rush of what was to come.

that’s when you made eye contact with husk. you gulped tasting the sweet strawberry in your mouth.

“what the fuck.” it wasn’t a question that left husks mouth but a statement. “y/n what the fuck are you wearing.”

angel smirked and lent on a nearby wall, watching as you strutted over to husk.

“an outfit, dummy, do you like it?” you teased, twirling your hips, letting your skirt sway up just enough for him to see your ass.

husk more than liked it. “fuckin christ, have you been drinking?”

you moved your finger to your lips pulling out the red candy with a pop, giggling a little as you did so, “i’m going out with angie, wanted to look cute n we had some drinks in his room!!”

cute? you looked like pure sin. and husk was trying desperately not to imagine something else filling up where that stupid piece of candy rested.

you noticed husk eye your mouth as you slipped the treat back in, lips all puffy now from sucking. “so i have you to blame, huh?” he shifted his attention toward angel, eyeing him up in the corner.

“easy, big boy, she looks cute does she not?” angel asked, your eyes shifting to husks, hopeful and wide.

husk looked you up and down before cursing under his breath, “fuck, you know she does,” he almost whines, feeling the affect you had on him, “but you’re not going out looking like that.”

you huffed, rolling your eyes, “try n stop me, kitty,” you whispered to husk, leaning forward and kissing him, pushing the lolli past his lips and giving it to him before attempting to walk back to angel.

“that fuckin lollipop.” husk clicked his tongue, crunching the sweet and grabbing you by the hips, throwing you over his back, “you’re not going out looking like that because you’re coming to my room with me and you won’t be leaving it for the next few hours.” he spat, landing a few swats to your ass where it was resting on his shoulder.

angel rolled his eyes, smiling, “be gentle with her, would you huskie?”

“she’ll be lucky if every inch of her body isn’t covered by the time you get home.”

“laters, you kinky fucks,” angel winked at you, heading for the door as you feigned trying to escape… not that you actually could. husk was strong, far stronger than you.

“husk. let me go,” you demanded as he carried you to his room.

“you can go when you learn some fuckin respect.”

you made it to husks room in a flash, him opening and locking the door before you could even form another sentence.

he was pissed. maybe you overdid it. just a little.

he threw you on the soft, familiar mattress of his bed before leaning over you, stern eyes watching your every move.

“what the fuck has gotten into you, doll?” you wouldn’t even look at him, afraid you’ll break seeing him so assertive. “you’re being such a brat.”

“hmph, am not.”

husk scoffed, almost finding this cute, almost.

“first you come down in that little outfit, then you’re getting your entire ass out for me and then that damn sucker, you were practically deepthroating it,” he looked down at your lips, still stained red, “gave me a stupid fucking boner.”

a small smile formed on your face as you looked at him, “it did?” you sat up, biting your lip, moving your hand to cup his bulge, heart racing when you did.

husk nodded and sighed a little in relief from the touch, aching to be free from his trousers.

you took your attention to your feet, fiddling with the hem of your skirt with your spare hand. “wasn’t gonna go out like this.”

“damn right you weren’t.”

“just-“ you cut yourself off, stopping to sigh.

husk lifted your chin up with his finger, forcing you to look at him, “use your words, doll, i’m done playing games.”

your eyes were so big and round looking at him like this, so innocent compared to the lewdness of the rest of your body.

“just wanted to rile you up, huskie.”

husk chuckled almost sadistically, “you mean to tell me this little show was just to get me to lose my shit, baby? to make me mad?”

a small bit of bravery peered its way through, “it’s not my fault you treat me like i’ll break at every corner,” you sassed.

“oh. so that’s what this is about?” smirk now donning husks face. “you’re being a little brat because your mean old man of a boyfriend won’t hurt you?” husk took advantage from where he was stood and laced his hand through your hair, massaging softly, careful not to ruin the pretty bow, “is that it, sweet thing?”

“husk…” you breathed, slightly nuzzling into his palm he had in your hair.

without warning, his other hand landed a slap to your face, not too hard but enough to leave a pleasurable sting and red mark. your lips parted, small mewl leaving your mouth. he’d never done this to you before.

you’d begged so many times but he refused. ‘how could i ever hurt my sweet girl.’ you assured him he didn’t have to be mean, you just liked the way it felt. it wasn’t enough.

but now, sweet was the farthest thing you had been to him tonight, and him being so mean to you was everything you didn’t know you were craving.

“shit,” husk muttered so low you could barely hear him, “you actually like this don’t you? you want me to be mean to you? want me to hurt you, little girl?”

you keened, nodding your head, spreading your legs for him, “want you to be mean, want you to hurt me, please daddy.”

daddy? curse you, angel.

“you’re such a pretty lil thing, gettin off from me slapping you,” another slap landed on your face, “need your nasty ol’ daddy to be cruel to you huh?”

you’d never seen this side of husk before. it was thrilling, a whole new type of hot and pleasure and he seemed to like it too.

you started rolling your hips into the air, needing something to hump.

“we’re gonna try somethin, doll,” husk slid his thigh between your legs, rubbing up against your cunt, “hump.”

“but-“

“but what, baby?

“s’embarrassing,” you whispered.

“i know, doll, i wanna see you all pathetic n humpin daddy’s thigh,” his expression dark and sultry, “punishment for lookin like the adorable little slut you are n makin me have t’ teach you a lesson.”

your hips started jutting slowly, letting out little whimpers, face flushing bright red, “good girlll,” husk praised, spuring you on.

“y’know what would be even more pathetic, takin those panties off n having you make a mess all over these slacks of mine.”

a whine left your throat, getting more n more turned on. “do you like the sound of that, darlin?” husk mocked before lifting your ass up to remove the tiny piece of fabric and placing you right where you left off.

the grinding doubled in pleasure now feeling everything against your bare pussy, head being thrown back as your humps got more desperate. “that’s it, baby, make a mess.”

you could see all your juices soaking into husks thigh as his cock twitched at the sight of you, his own hand coming down to assault your clit as you humped. “gonna cum, daddy, hit me, please, need you to slap me.” SLAP. you whimpered cutely, body starting to shake, getting ready to cum.

just before the rush of an orgasm could come husk pulled his thigh from between yours and stopped everything he was doing, retracting his hand from between your folds.

you started begging profusely, gripping to his thigh with your arms, trying to get him back, so desperate to cum, to finally have release.

“brats don’t get to cum,” he warned.

you whined and huffed signalling your annoyance at husk as sat down next you on the bed, pulling his cock free and patting his lap, “over my knee.”

“wh-“

“be good for me and bend over my knee, baby.”

you crawled over husks lap, arching your back, ass in the air for him. “such a pretty ass,” his cock pulsed against your tummy, “think it’d look cuter with daddy’s hand prints on it, don’t you think?”

you wiggled your ass, just wanting him to spank you already. smack. smack. smack. three harsh swats landed on you, making you whimper and jolt forward.

“so cute,” three more smacks.

husks soothing hand rubbed over the redness forming on your butt, slowly sliding itself to your bare pussy, “what about here?” he teased, a few slighter slaps straight onto your clit.

high pitched whines came from your throat as you pushed back into the touch.

“fuck me, you really are such a desperate little thing for pain aren’t you?” he teased, leaving your clit a couple more smacks and moving to do the same back to your ass.

you were squirming in his lap now, all flustered, cunt dripping n ass cherry red. you had little tear droplets running down your cheeks from the pleasure.

soft circles were being rubbed into your butt as husk praised you for taking the slaps so well. slipping his fingers in your pussy after your relaxed into his touch. “so wet for me.”

a soft moan left your lips, slowly pushing yourself back to fuck yourself on his fingers. “so eager.” he muttered, “sit still, baby, need to stretch you so my cock fits.”

he pushes two more fingers into you, putting his other hand round to your mouth for you to suck on, doing so eagerly and drooling around them.

“is this what you needed, doll? fingers in your mouth n cunt so you can’t be a brat?” you moaned around his fingers.

“mmmf-“ you tried to speak but couldn’t.

he pulled his fingers out your mouth, spit attached as he did, “what was that, doll?”

“need your-“ the curling of his fingers inside you cut you off with a needy whine, pressing against your walls just right, “need your knot.”

husk paused, cock violently twitching at the idea before he sat you up with ease and shifted you into straddling his lap, leaning back to look at you.

“yeah?” husk asked, “look at you,” he mused, rubbing his fingers over your hard nipples through the bra, “how is it you look this adorable after i’ve done such disgusting things to you?” he squeezed his fingers over your nipples, “and now you want my knot?”

“please-“

“how do you want it baby?” he left a lick across one of your nipples and bit it softly.

your eyes rolled back, “dont care, jus’ need you.” your voice was hoarse and breathy.

husk hummed in thought, contemplating his options before moving his mouth to your neck. you tilted your head for him allowing him full access, him now sucking and biting harshly, watching you fall further apart in his lap as he did.

“gonna make you wait, you’re gonna cockwarm me whilst i mark you up, got it?” only temporarily coming up to speak before continuing his assault on your neck.

“no no no, ahh- daddy, need your cock mmm- please!”

“shhh shh baby, calm down, you’re gettin my cock,” he cooed, moving his lips to your collarbones and moving your hips to line himself up with your pussy.

he picked you up by your waist and slid you down his cock, grunting, “so fuckin tight.” you yelped at the stretch, pushing yourself down for husk to bottom out. “is this better, babygirl?”

you nodded frantically, husk moved his hands to the back of your bra and undid it, pulling the mesh fabric off your arms and discarding it somewhere in the room.

“such cute tits, doll, gonna look even cuter when i mark ‘em.”

you could barely string a sentence together now, so far gone before he’d even started to fuck you. all you could do is whimper every time his teeth and tongue would touch your skin. and when he sucked, your pussy would squeeze around him always followed by a subtle thrust up of his cock.

you knew he couldn’t last much longer before he had to take you.

he pulled back from your boobs to look at his work, kissing over all the newly formed bruises. his hands then started sliding under your ass before flipping you over onto your back, dick slipping out in the process as he leaned over, dragging himself down your body, face inches away from your pussy.

you whimpered softly, feeling empty. “fuckin perfect,” husk said under his breath, taking your skirt off and spreading your thighs wider, placing himself inbetween. “such a cute cunt, baby.”

you whined louder, revelling in the words spilling out of husks mouth which were only heightened when he started kissing down your thighs. your hips bucked, needing the attention on your pussy, causing husk to bite, purple splotch forming where he rest.

“gonna fuck you now, okay doll? n i’m not gonna stop til my knot is splitting you open.” in an instant husk was hovering over you, cock already pushing against your cervix, balls deep and pounding into you.

“god baby, you feel so good.” your hair was messy, stockings half rolled down, body glistening with sweat and covered in hickeys.

all the tension from before making husks stamina falter, his release wasn’t far and the more he looked at you, the closer he got.

his thrusts were rough but steady, attacking that same spot with precision and he rut into you. “you’re fuckin mine.” husk growled, wings flailing out by his sides, booming power.

one of husks hands snaked around your neck, squeezing your throat. “my girl. only mine. that stupid slutty outfit, that bratty mouth, this fuckin body, all mine.” he was talking to himself at this point. you too fucked out to think or do anything but feel husks cock and your impending orgasm.

now holding your jaw, husk forced you to look at him, glassy eyes blown out and needy, he watched as your face contorted, noticing the new pleasure of his spare hand rubbing your clit.

lewd mewls left your lips and you felt your legs start to shake in anticipation, soso close.

“not so bratty now, are you? now you're cock drunk and ready to cum,” husks pace fastened, “so do it. cum for me.”

your hands latched onto husks chest, squeezing as you road out your high, husks cock finally relenting.

“shit,” husk whispered, you came down from your release, feeling husks throbbing knot growing in your pussy, stilling his movements n keeping himself planted deep inside you.

you smiled cutely, eyes closed n breathing still heavy, earning yourself a soft kiss on your collarbones as he scooped you up closer to him, husks big knot forcing you together.

he shifted you both so that you were laying down, still on him, legs either side with your head buried deep in his neck.

"im sorry for being bratty," you mumbled in the fur of his neck.

husk gently took your shoulders in his hands and pushed you back, sitting you up with care, a soft whimper falling from your lips, still filled to the brim. "oh darlin," he was rubbing circles into your back now, "don't worry about that, pretty girl,” he paused, “but besides, i think i got my revenge," he chuckled, hands travelling up your to your chest, smoothing over the dozens of marks left on your skin.

you hit husks chest softly, "think your the brat here… so possessive."

"oh yeah?" husks gaze making its way all over your body.

"mhm."

husk sighed, “you look so pretty like this. makes me wish i would’ve listened to you and done this sooner,” he raised a hand to move a strand of hair out of your face. “you know i just don’t wanna really hurt you, doll, ‘m not the overlord i used to be.”

you keened at husks softness, even after all the filthy things he had said to you and done to you, “i know, huskie.” you kissed his nose.

"now don't ever pull that shit again."

you giggled, “no promises, you look hot when you’re being mean,” falling back onto husks chest to make yourself comfy, waiting for husks knot to subdue. "so would've sold my soul to you for free in your overlord days."

husk sighed, letting out a small laugh, "silly girl."

A/N : okay okay so uhm this was a little wild and very long buuut i hope you liked it <3 this is for all my husk girlies

#mine ♡ #⁺˳✧༚ dolly’s drabbles #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk x reader #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel reader insert #husk x reader #husk x you #reader x husk #you x husk #husk

[shankschewtoy]

maybe romantic drabble 2 (giving you their jacket) with katakuri and/or mihawks? (separate)

i think it would be cute to see it reversed (bc they both have exposed clothing) and to just see you try and pile on all your winter clothes onto them; trying to wrap them up in your much smaller clothes bc you’re worried they’ll catch a cold. (and sitting very proudly afterwards in your tshirt while they drown in the excess fabric you dolled them up in)

you totally don’t have to follow that if you don’t want to though! do whatever your genius writer brain desires! hope your winter is well and you’re staying warm <3 love your work

a/n - no wait this is adorable 😭 imagine katakuri just proudly sitting with the tiniest jacket on 🥺🥺 tysm for requesting!!

drabbles prompt 2

Warnings ⚠️ - absolute fluff, g/n reader, smaller reader

—-//-—

It was snowing, softly, but you could still feel the little twinkle of cold on the tip of your nose when a snowflake fell onto it. It was a silent and peaceful bliss, you, and Katakuri, sitting together near a dimly lit lamppost. You couldn’t help but wonder if your lover was cold… He always wore such open clothes, even in the winter. The last thing you wanted was for him to get sick. You didn’t say a word, you simply took one of your puffy jackets and stood up, starting to put it around his shoulders. He was surprised, maybe shocked, just how much kinder could you get? You wrapped his scarf around his neck, making sure he was now a bit warmer. Sadly you were quite a bit smaller than him, so your coat didn’t fit him right. Katakuri didn’t seem to mind it, in fact, he carried himself differently. Wearing your coat was like a badge of honor to him, something that reminds him of how much you care about him. Just thinking about it made his cheeks turn pink. You saw his face turning pink, you knew it, he must’ve caught a cold from not wearing a jacket! “Kuri- you ok? Are you cold? Here I’ll give you another jacket-“ You started to say, already in the middle of taking off yours. Katakuri shook his head, making you put your jacket back on, “No, I’m not cold y/n.. Thank you for your jacket.” He said softly, wrapping his arm around you, letting you lean close to him. Even in this cold weather, his body was warm, comforting in the snow. You wrapped your arms around his torso, leaning on his chest which was now barely covered with your jacket. Yes, it did look kind of silly, but Katakuri would most likely kill someone if they said that. “You’re too kind to me y/n- I love you.”

—-//-—

Mihawk was one to like peaceful outdoor time with you. Of all seasons, winter was the one he most enjoyed spending with you. Seeing the trees painted white, the ground covered with fluffy snow, snowflakes floating in the air, landing in the middle of his palm, seconds before they melt. You both were sitting in front of your home, drinking hot tea to make sure you didn’t get too cold. The mug warmed your hands, a comforting warmth that you always loved. Mihawk was reading a book just beside you, wearing his usual open white dresshirt, it seemed as though even if the seasons change, his clothes do not. He coughed once which was extremely odd, was he catching a cold from this weather? You took off your scarf and started wrapping it around him, slightly spooking him. You put your jacket over his shoulders and sat back down, “I don’t want you to catch a cold.” You said with a smile. Your face brightened his days without fail, warming his heart from the inside out. Your thoughtfulness touched him in a way only you could. Your jacket was too small for him obviously, but mihawk didn’t care. The tiny jacket you gave him worked better than any other jacket in the world. He’s never felt so warm in his life until now. He had a soft smile on his face, your soft scarf wrapping around his neck comfortingly. He leaned down and kissed the top of your head, fixing the mittens on your hands so they weren’t cold. He gave you the cup of hot tea as well. All of his actions held so much love and care, nothing but compassion. “Thank you, love. I’ve never been warmer.”

a/n - im going to cry. this is so cute 😭

#one piece #one piece x reader #katakuri x reader #katakuri x y/n #charlotte katakuri #mihawk x reader #mihawk x y/n #dracule mihawk #EDAY450 #katakuri one piece #mihawk one piece #hawkeye mihawk

[fettuccin-e]

Hi!!!! Idk if you’re taking requests right now and it’s totally cool if you don’t but I was wondering if you could write the boys with aftercare?!?! One or all, writings choice! If you’d like with one of them maybe the reader safewords? If you’re not comfortable with that I completely understand ASDGHJKL

But anyway I love love love you’re writing you’re so fucking talented 🥺

ROMANA I LOVE YOU OMG YES

So we’re going to go with Marc on this one because I truly cannot imagine safewording with Steven (I mean he’s really hot, but a dork y’know, and I think he’s probably pretty vanilla? So I can’t imagine a scenario where you guys are having kinky enough sex to establish a safe word. He probably fixes you both tea after sex lol) and I could write for Jake but an idea came to me with our dear Marc Spector. I really hope you enjoy!!

(Tags: Marc Spector x Reader, overstimulation, safe word use, unprotected piv, afab!fem!reader, pretty fluffy, not a whole lot of angst!)

How Many Does It Take

You can’t really tell how many orgasms you’ve had by this point. Marc had started between your thighs, eating your pussy like a man starved, sucking at your clit until you had soaked his face not once, but twice.

He’d barely given you a change to breathe through the aftershocks before he had sunk two of his thick fingers into you, under the guise of stretching you out for his cock. But you know better. You know because he had immediately sought out your g-spot, pressing into it and chuckling like a bastard when you gasped and your hips twitched.

He’d worked you through two orgasms like that, his two fingers turning into three.

Your mind had already been hazy, your vision slightly blurred when he had sunk his cock into you. You were already so sensitive, and the way he had pounded unrelentingly into your g-spot had made it fucking worse. You had sobbed, hips twitching hard, but Marc held you steady, telling you how good you were. Telling you to cum on his cock. Telling you to cum again. 

And you had, clenching around him hard as you shook in his arms. He floods your pussy with his cum not long after that, and you breathe hard, exhausted and ready to wrap yourself around your boyfriend as you sleep like the dead.

But Marc pulls out of you and you feel his cum leak out of your sensitive pussy. And he takes those thick fingers that you hate to love, and pushes it back in.

He stuffs his cum back into your abused entrance, pressing two fingers into you all over again, and you want to scream when he presses them against your g-spot.

“Marc, ah, ‘s too sensitive. I’m so fucking, so fucking sensitive baby,” you whimper, hips attempting to jerk away, but Marc keeps a strong hand pressed to your lower stomach, holding you still as he plays with your messy cunt. 

“C’mon gorgeous, you can give me another one. So good, so pretty, you gotta give me another one,” he mutters, his muscles bulging as he works his fingers into you, ruthless and unrelenting. He feels it when you cum again, your pussy fluttering softly, and he smiles. “Good girl, baby. Good fucking girl. Another, c’mon. Another.”

You can only whine, tears slowly leaking down your puffy face. You can’t cum again, you can’t. The last one had hurt, a little bit, your stomach cramping up. It feels like he’s ripping orgasms out of you at this point, forceful and violent. He doesn’t understand, he doesn’t feel it the way you do. They’re not good orgasms anymore, there’s no satisfaction, only aching.

He leans down to pepper kisses under your jaw, soft pecks that are usually a source of comfort, but not now. Not now. He’s still playing with your g-spot, his thumb rubbing hard circles into your clit. You’re numb, but your body still clenches up involuntarily with another orgasm, and oh god, it hurts.

You’re whining high in the back of your throat, little mutters of “too much, ‘s too much Marc, oh fuck,” whispered between you both. But he isn’t stopping, doesn’t show any plans of stopping anytime soon, and another orgasm wracks your body, feeling like you’ve been struck by lightning. 

“Red, red, Marc, oh god, red,” you gasp, barely able to fucking breathe. You want to sob in relief when you feel his fingers immediately leave your puffy, abused cunt, but you immediately want to mourn again as his heavy body lifts off of you. His thick hands leave you, leaving you suddenly cold, and you whimper softly.

“Hey, hey,” Marc’s gruff voice filters into your ear, close to your face, but keeping his distance, not taking the chance of touching you when you don’t want it. “Hey, baby, are you hurt? Are you hurting anywhere?” You try to answer, but no sound comes out, your throat sticky and choked. “Just one word, baby, yes or no. Are you hurt?”

“No,”  you mutter, your voice breathy and ruined to your own ears. “Just,” you cough, “hold me?” 

Marc doesn’t hesitate, moving next to you and gathering you up against his naked body, his warm skin a comfort against yours. He’s a little sticky with sweat, but you know that you’re even stickier. You feel wrung dry, the area between your thighs too tacky with a mixture of you and Marc. You’ll need a shower later, but you content yourself with just breathing in Marc’s scent, warm and musky, with a hint of his woodsy deodorant. 

He holds you against him like you’ll disappear, tracing his fingers up your spine as you sync your breathing with his. Neither of you speak, simply existing together as you come back to yourself. You’re not sure how much time passes, only that Marc holds you steady, strong and unyielding in only the way that he can be.

“‘M sorry,” you mumble against his chest, and Marc jerks suddenly, arms hugging you tighter.

“No, baby,” he says, so vehement that you giggle softly. “You never apologize for using the safe word, okay?” You feel his hand come up to nudge your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. “I am so, so glad you felt safe enough to use it, okay? That took a lot of strength, and I am so proud of you.”

You can’t help how your eyes start to burn at his words, and you desperately want to bury yourself inside of this beautiful, strong, understanding man, and never come out.

“What happened, sweet girl? Just so I don’t do it again, okay? I just need to know,” he whispers, voice cracking just a little bit, and it breaks your heart. You lean up to press a comforting kiss against his lips.

“Just because I can cum multiple times Marc, doesn’t mean I should, okay handsome?” you croak out, and you watch Marc’s brows furrow. 

“You get so hyper-focused on making me cum, baby, and even though that is like, every girl's dream, it starts to hurt after a while, you know?” Marc nods at your explanation, and you smile softly at him. “You are so, so good in bed baby, but my body can’t really handle that many orgasms back to back. Maybe we can keep it to a maximum of four?”

Marc smooths his hand over your cheek before cupping the back of your head, guiding you into a soft kiss. “Okay, baby, four it is,” he mumbles into your mouth, and you giggle in response, bringing one of your hands up to brush a thumb over his stubbly cheek. 

“I love you Marc,” you whisper, and Marc whimpers softly, almost like he’s relieved.

“I love you too baby, so much. So fucking much,” he says against your lips. He kisses you softly, again and again, chaste and warm and loving.

“Think you could carry me to the shower, handsome?” you whisper after a few minutes. “Don’t think my legs are in working condition yet.”

Marc chuckles, before standing up off the bed and scooping you up into his strong arms. “Bath instead?” he asks, carrying you through the apartment.

Your heart swells, threatening to choke you. “You’re too good to me, Spector.”

“Well, a trusted source did tell me that I’m every girl's dream,” he chuckles. “Gotta live up to the name, right baby?”

“You already do.”

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[gurugirl]

just found out I have covid (again!) so I’m here to ask for some stepdad!H to get me through my isolation week, if not I completely understand and am sending my love always!

Of course anon! I'm sorry about you getting covid (again) (；′⌒`) I hope you feel better soon!!

This one is based off this anon request: Can I have soft sex with stepdad harry? Please? Pretty please ? I'm begging you. Im a Sucker for your stepdad au and I want some a sweet and soft harry. PLEASE ?🥺😭 3k words

Warning: Smut, inappropriate relationship between a stepdad and a stepdaughter (DON'T READ IF YOU'RE NOT INTO IT), cheating

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You were feeling a bit sad. Your period was due any minute, you were very bloated and sensitive emotionally, and now putting your bra on was a pain - a literal pain. Your breasts were a bit swollen and it was uncomfortable putting your bra on. It was frustrating. You were just sad and frustrated and emotional and puffy.

Then to top it off your mom had invited a friend over for dinner so you felt like going without a bra just wasn’t an option, even if it would have felt so much better. A guest also meant being sort of social and of all days, today you were not at your best and thinking of what to talk about and having to answer questions about yourself (everyone your mom's age always seemed to ask you a million questions about college and what your future plans are).

You slid your dress on over your head. At least the dress was comfortable and was one of your favorites. You stared at your reflection in the mirror and talked yourself up then sighed, here we go.

In the living room Harry and your mom were sat on the couch and your mom’s friend Cheryl was on the loveseat. They were laughing about something and you forced a smile as you joined them, sitting on the end of the couch.

Conversation went just as expected. Cheryl asked about your major and then what your plans were for when you graduate. Then she asked the one question that should be banned from all casual discussions; if you have a boyfriend.

You stayed polite and answered the questions but were relieved when Harry interrupted you before you could answer the boyfriend question. He changed the subject entirely and moved the spotlight off of you. You were definitely giving him heart eye after that. He could tell you were not feeling very well.

Dinner was actually very good. You were hungry and your mom and Harry made a really good meal that made the whole boyfriend interaction with Cheryl worth it.

But once you put the plates away you waved at your mom and Harry and said you were tired and so you were just gonna turn in for the night. You said goodbye to Cheryl and the moment your foot hit the stairs to head to your room and everyone was out of sight, you pulled your dress off over your head and then immediately plucked at the back of your bra and popped it off with a sigh of relief.

In your room with your door closed you put a t-shirt on and then laid onto your back on your bed and stared up at the ceiling.

You were woken up to a knock at your door, “Yes?” you spoke in a groggy voice.

“Hey, Cheryl and I are going out for some drinks and to have girl chat. You okay? You seemed a little sad at dinner,” your mom moved into the room and sat at the edge of your bed.

“I’m okay. Just PMS a little. Tired and grumpy,” you said as you turned your head to watch your mom as you stayed on your back.

“Awww, well, I have some Pamprin if you need it. It’s in the master bathroom, second drawer by the wall. Okay? Do you need anything else before I head out?”

You shook your head and your mom leaned down to give you a kiss to your forehead before leaving you alone in your room.

The moment she closed the door you began to cry. Because it was so overwhelming to have her being sweet to you when you were worth nothing more than the dirt on the bottom of her shoes. You were scum. Worse than scum.

You rolled to your side and let your tears pour out. You needed a good cry. Not only were you emotional because your period was coming, but you truly felt deep guilt for the things you were doing with Harry behind your mom’s back.

Not long after your mom had left the house grew quiet at her absence. And just like you knew it would happen, Harry came into your room.

“Not tonight, Harry,” you croaked as you wiped your face and tried to hide that you were crying.

He didn’t respond but you felt the bed dip behind you when he sat down, “Hey, are you okay?”

You sniffed and opened your eyes to see the dark sky and moonlight shining into your window, illuminating your bedroom.

“I just feel so off. I think my period is going to start soon and I’m pretty sensitive today. I just need to sleep.”

It was quiet for a moment but you knew Harry was still there because the bed hadn’t shifted under his movement to get up. That’s when you felt his palm on your back, slowly rubbing up and down your spine.

“That’s okay. I can be here for you too, you know. If you want. Maybe I can just hold you until you fall asleep?” Harry’s voice was soft.

You turned your body to finally get a look at him in the dark on your bed, “Yeah. Okay,” you nodded.

Harry moved deeper onto the bed and laid next to you before pushing one of his arms under you and then pulled you into his chest so your face was against his shirt and you could smell his cologne.

It was comforting and warm. Harry’s slow breaths in and out, the shallow rise and fall of his chest had you lulling off to sleep quickly.

When you woke up you were still in Harry’s arms, pressed against his body. It was a feeling that you adored. You hated that you liked it so much, but you couldn’t help it.

It seemed that Harry was asleep. His breaths were light and his limbs were heavy. You tilted your head back to look up toward him, not that you’d be able to see much in the dark but you certainly would try. You wiggled an arm upward and put a hand on his face, slowly running your fingers over his scruff.

“Hmmm…” Harry groaned sleepily.

“Didn’t mean to wake you,” you whispered.

“How do you feel?” Harry’s eyes finally opened as he spoke.

"A little better right now," and you were telling the truth. It really did feel good to be in Harry's arms. You rarely got to lie with him like this.

Harry shifted a bit and you felt his palm move over your thigh. He pulled your leg up over his hip and continued smoothing his hand on your skin. It felt nice to be like this with him; quiet and slow.

You still had your hands in between his body and yours and you were rubbing them over his shirt covered chest. You loved having your hands on his chest, feeling the muscles he worked hard for under his skin, so you lowered your hands to underneath his shirt and brought your flat hands upwards on his warm skin.

"Y'like touching my chest don't you, baby? I like when you touch me," he spoke softly.

"I do. Wish I could whenever I wanted," you let your fingertips lightly graze over his nipples and kept your eyes on his.

Harry's arm underneath your body was trapped but the hand he had smoothing over the skin on your bare thigh slowly dragged upward to your hip and then under your t-shirt. He rubbed your back gently and slowly.

Having his hands on your skin was doing things to you. Before you'd fallen asleep you weren't in the mood at all, but now you certainly were. You wiggled your hips and adjusted yourself so your center was pushed into Harry's. He was still wearing his pants. So you moved a hand downward toward his button and you kept your eyes on his.

Harry let out a soft laugh, "Want my pants off?"

You nodded, "Yeah."

Harry removed himself from you and sat up so he could undo his pants and he pulled them off his legs. You sat up and placed your hands on the tops of his thighs and moved them upward to the bottom hem of his boxer-briefs and Harry grasped your wrists, "What are you doing? I thought you just wanted rest?"

You furrowed your brow and opened your mouth to speak but couldn't find what you wanted to say. You were still frustrated and you knew that you wanted him inside of you but it felt like a lot to ask in that moment. You huffed and pouted.

"Is this what you want?" Harry spoke as he moved one of your hands upward over his crotch where you could feel him thickening underneath. His other hand he slide up your thigh and to the edge of your panties where he dragged his thumb along the elastic but not touching your warm center like you hoped.

You nodded and licked your lips, "Please."

Harry smiled and cocked his head to the side as he brought his hands up to your panties waistband to pull them down your hips and off your legs.

He gently nudged at you to lie down and he spread your legs, all in silence. When you noticed he was about to put his mouth onto your pussy you sat up, "Wait! I'm about to start my period, Harry. What if I'm bleeding a little?" You bit your lip.

Harry shook his head, "Do you really think that would stop me?" He put a finger through your labia and you were already slick for him. He rubbed over your clit and you keened when he hit that spot that worked so well for you.

"Look at that... you're already soaked and you're all swollen too, honey. Bet it's achy huh?"

You nodded, "But just... I want you inside of me. I need to feel really full right now and..." your breaths picked up when Harry didn't let up with his gesture over you clit, "... please."

Harry wouldn't say no, but he really did want to eat you out. He leaned over you and put his hands at the bottom of your t-shirt and lifted the material over your head. His warm palms massaged your tender breasts and you sucked in a sharp breath when you felt him squeeze.

"So tender. Poor baby. I'll be gentle," He spoke as he watched you and leaned in wrap his mouth around your left tit. Your nipples were already hard and his tongue darted around your pebbled skin and then he sucked at you. Moving to your right breast he palmed over your wetted one and rolled your nipple softly between his fingers as he sucked on the one in his mouth.

You moaned loud and bucked upward. You felt a storm of lust and need building in your tummy. You lifted your hips upward again and Harry released your nipple from his mouth with a laugh.

"Need Daddy's cock right now little one? Need me to make you feel good?" Harry pulled his briefs down his legs and then quickly put his hands back on your sore breasts.

You nodded, "Yes!"

"How do you want it? What feels best for you right now?" He was serious. He wanted to make sure you got whatever you wanted. Normally he'd take you how he wanted but right now you were sensitive and achy and needed special attention.

You laid back onto the soft bed and spread yourself, "Just like this. But slow, and soft. And deep inside of me so I feel you all the way up here," you slid your hand up your tummy to your belly button.

Harry groaned and put himself in between your legs and his cock was rock hard already. He loved feeling you around him. He'd never get tired of it. He'd never not want you.

With his eyes on yours and one hand holding his shaft, he nudged his tip to your entrance and slowly began penetrating your sensitive hole. You both moaned and gasped when he got past your tight opening. The initial plunge inward was always so tight but once his wide head was past your entry it was easier to glide into and out.

Your knees were bent, feet flat on the mattress, thighs spread wide as Harry worked himself into you slowly, in and out, and back in until he was pushed as deep as he could possibly go.

He kept a nice slow, languid pace, but he did pull back all the way so his tip was nearly out and then he'd slowly push back into you repeatedly. The way his thick cock traveled inside of you and stretched you when he pushed in, his tip grazing your g-spot each time he pulled out and pressed back in, you were moaning constantly from the pleasure he'd built in you.

"You need Daddy's cock so bad don't you?" Harry cooed at you as you whimpered at the slow, divine pace. You nodded and mumbled nonsense in response.

"I know, baby. I know. Gonna make you come on me and it'll help relieve that ache in your tummy, okay? Just let me take care of my girl," Harry spoke quietly and breathily. His own needs were being met as well. With you. Not just your pussy around him, slippery and tight, but with your coos and your eye contact. Your presence, your hands on him. He needed all of you.

The slow thrusts upward and his pelvis pressing into your clit had you quivering in lust. He felt so good inside of you, on top of you. His breathy moans meant something to you too. You loved that you made him feel good. You could tell he needed it too.

You grew wetter and wetter the more minutes that went on. With Harry's gently rocking into you it would take longer to orgasm, but you knew when you did, it would be explosive. Your bottom was wet with your arousal and Harry's long cock dipping into and out of your creamy cunt was hitting everything right.

Your bed barely moved under you, Harry's languid thrusts were so slow, but the noise of your wetness being fucked into and heavy breaths falling from your mouths filled your bedroom.

"Daddy!" You yelped when Harry thrusted in a little harder. He hadn't meant to do it but he was feeling so good and his orgasm was just around the corner so his motions became a little more irratic.

"Sorry baby. You just feel so fucking good. Gonna come on daddy's cock baby?" Harry gritted his teeth and grunted his words.

You smiled and nodded and Harry's slow thrusts became slightly faster, dipping in a little harder and deeper. The bed began to creak now as you both rounded the edge of your eventual highs.

"Such a good girl for Daddy. Taking his big cock with a smile. Baby I love you..." Harry paused his motions and he lifted himself a few inches and you saw the look on his face. He hadn't meant to say that.

Your own mouth dropped open and you smiled at him as you gasped your response, "Daddy I love you too!"

Harry panted and then dipped down to kiss your mouth and he picked up his cadence again, making the bed squeak and the springs bounce a little now.

He kept his mouth over yours and he grabbed your hands, intertwining your fingers as he continued fucking into you.

You opened your mouth for his tongue and you felt your heart swell and your pussy began to flutter around his large dick. Your orgasm was blinding. You gasped and moaned into Harry's mouth when you started to come and Harry finally felt that was his permission to really fuck into you faster, harder.

With the slick sounds of your hole being penetrated repeatedly and the bed squeaking under you Harry finally released into your tender and puffy pussy, allowing himself to completely fill you up. He pushed into you deeply and with his final pump of come of he stilled his hips and his breath was heavy, deep.

He backed away from the kiss and looked down at your face. He could feel how you'd soaked his entire groin area. His pubic hair, his balls, drenched.

With his hands still holding yours he brought one up and kissed the back of your knuckles, "I mean it. I love you. Was that okay?"

You watched him kiss over your knuckles and with a sigh and your heart hammering in your chest you responded, "Yes. And I meant it too. I love you. I love you, Harry."

As much as you both wanted to lie together and fall asleep wrapped up in one another, you couldn't. You understood why he couldn't stay in your room. You drifted off to sleep with smile on your face and relief in your body.

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[imyourbratzdoll]

Oke oke...creepy date smut sweetheart...please, please, please? 🥺💗

Rick saving you from a guy who is disgusting and yeah...🤭💗

Gosh I love you so much and your fics? The best 😫💗

hi, my little baby! I love you too, and I love your fics, also! plus, you're requests, they're always so good!

summary - your friends set you up on a blind date, who turns out to be some creepy guy, thankfully, the sheriff is in town.

warning - smut, creepy date, unwanted touches, swearing, public sex, creampie, and word whore being used both in a good and bad way.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You could feel his hands moving up your leg, his creepy stare locked with your frozen one. You had to keep yourself from making a face as you smelt his horrible breath. “You look really pretty tonight, baby. How bout we get out of here?” You shake your head before looking around, hoping to catch someone’s eye, and a breath leaves you as your gaze connects with a man with blue eyes. You blink, trying to calm yourself as your date moves closer, wondering why you had let your friend set you up on a blind date. You watch as the man you had been staring at stands and begins to walk your way, wondering if he’ll come to save you or turn out like the man beside you. 

Rick arrives at your table, fingers looped in his belt loops, staring down at you and the man. “Honey, there you are. Who’s your friend?” His voice is raspy, glaring at your date as the man tries to square his shoulders. Rick looks at you with a raised brow, beckoning you to get up. You go to move but are stopped by your date gripping your thigh. 

“She’s not going anywhere. She’s with me. It’s not my fault your girls a whore.” You whimper as his dirty nails dig into your flesh, causing Rick’s glare to sharpen and his jaw to clench. Slowly, he lifts his shirt enough to show off his badge and gun. Your date quickly jerks back, gets out of the chair and leaves without looking back. 

You stare at the badge, gun, and the flash of skin you see licking your lips. His throat clears, and you quickly look up, eyes connecting with his. “T–thank you!” Rick gestures for you to move over, and as you do, he slides in next to you, trapping you between his body and the chair. “I–I’m Y/n, and I can pay you for helping me?!” You whimper, rubbing your thighs together as his musky scent fills your senses. His hand slides onto your thigh as he takes one of your chips on your plate and eats it. 

“I’m Rick, darlin’, and there is one way you can repay me.” You stare at him with wide eyes, waiting for him to continue. He places his hand under your chin and gets close to your face, looking between your eyes and lips. “You’re going to come with me, and let me fuck you out in the alley against the wall, got it, darlin’.” You gulp, nod, and quickly follow him like a dumb little whore outside. Rick pushes you up against the wall, smirking, wrapping your leg around his hip. “You are a little whore aren’t you?” You nod, biting your plump bottom lip as he presses his bulge into your soaked core. “Is this okay?” 

“Yeah, yes.” You nod, whimpering and trying to grind your weeping cunt against him. “Need you, wan’ you so bad, please.” You beg and whine, gripping his arms. Your head leans against the brick wall as Rick pushes into you, kissing and biting your neck, soft moans fall from your plump lips as he rubs you through your knickers, and when he knows you are ready, he pulls them to the side. 

“You going to be quiet for me, darlin’? Don’t want anyone to know how much of a whore you are, do ya?” He grunts, staring at you with hooded eyes. Unzipping his jeans and pulling out his heavy cock, he grips your jaw with his other hand. “Don’t want anyone to know you like being fucked like a whore by a cop. Isn’t that right, darlin’? You wanna be my dirty little secret, huh?” You begin to babble as he rubs his leaking member against your folds. His tip hits your puffy clit before he lines his cock against your entrance, pushing into you slowly with a low growl. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight for a whore. My whore.” You nod, leaning forward to bite into his shoulder. Your walls flutter around him as he continues to push inside. “Feels good, huh?” 

“Y–yes, so good! So big!” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he slides all the way in, hitting spots you didn’t know you had. Rick begins to set a rough pace, slowly pulling out only to slam back in, one hand grips your hip, and the other rests behind your head, protecting it from hitting the wall as you bounce on his cock. “Oh, right there….” Rick growls, watching your face break into intense pleasure, your mouth hangs open, and your cunt squeezes his cock. He leans forward, bringing you into a rushed kiss, grunting into your mouth as he picks up the pace more. 

“I’m going to cum deep inside you, darlin’, and you're going to go home with me dripping into your cute little knickers you got on. I’m going to make a mess of you, and you will like it, won’t you, darlin’?” You nod, whimpering as he slams into your sweet spot, your vision going white from the pleasure. “Words, darlin’.” 

“Yes! Yes! Make a mess of me! Mark me as your whore!” Your back arches off the wall, squealing as you cum, arousal coating his thick cock and heavy balls. “Oh!”

“Fuck! Look at you! Cumming like the filthy whore you are!” He growls, thrusting harder and sloppier as his end nears. His fat mushroom tip throbs, and his balls tighten before he lets go, releasing thick amounts of cum deep inside your little cunt. “There ya go, darlin’, being such a good whore for me.” He huffs, resting his head against your forehead and closing his eyes as he catches his breath. Rick slowly pulls out, covering your dripping cunt with your knickers and tucking his softening cock into his jeans. “C’mon, I’ll take you home.” He lifts you, your legs wrap around his waist, and your head resting on his shoulder as your eyes drift closed. 

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[ssahotchnerr]

ice skating with aaron 🥺💗 and he’s grasping your hands tightly because you’re complaining that they’re cold <33 so he’s rubbing them gently and and and gosh he’d look so handsome bundled up in a scarf :’))) and one time when you feel yourself falling you blindly grab for whatever’s closest to you and that just happens to be him, and the two of you fall together i’m screaming this is so adorable bye i don’t even care if it’s cliche and okay i’m picturing this in an outdoor rink and it starts flurrying and there’s snowflakes in his hair and you’re sharing the gentlest softest sweetest kisses in the snow <33 i want this so bad 😭 where can i get an aaron hotchner

anyhoo that’s my soft aaron thought (i have plenty)

this is so 🥹

skating with aaron <333

cw; none!

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hehe one night aaron gets out of work early, he's getting home just as the sun has set for the day - at like 5 pm and it's ridiculously dark outside 🙄 hehe after peppering him with kisses because you've haven't seen him in what feels like forever (when it's only been a few hours hehe <33), you pitch the idea of a date night and of course he agrees 🥰

ice skating was a spur of the moment kinda thing- the two of you had just eaten dinner, and were walking around the lil plaza where the restaurant was located and there was a huge skating rink in the middle of it. you and aaron both eye it at the exact same time, he already knows what you're thinking, and sure enough, he turns his head only to see you giving him puppy dogs eyes hehe <3 and how can he say no to you?!?

when you step onto the ice, its a bit more slippery than you expected, causing you to trip instantly, but aaron immediately grabs ahold of your waist and steadies you, a small laugh escaping his lips as he teasingly reminds you to be careful🥰. once he's confident you've gotten to your bearings, he immediately takes ahold of your hand and tugs you along gently, beginning to skate alongside you 🥹 and he just looks so so so handsome 😭 snowflakes dusting his hair, scarf tied around his neck, a puffy winter jacket enveloping him <333

but you weren't as prepared for the cold in the slightest, and it doesn't help that it just started snowing again. after a while, you start shivering and your fingers go all numb, but you don't say anything because while you are freezing, you feel all warm and fuzzy inside because you're out enjoying a fun romantic night with the love of your life 🥰 but aaron knows all your tells - and your chattering teeth is a dead giveaway - so he guides you off to the side, takes off his scarf only to wrap it around yourself before he grabs ahold of both your hands, he makes another teasing comment on how you have icicles for fingers, before rubbing them gently to bring warmth back to them as well as blow some hot air onto them, and he gives your icicles for fingers some kisses as well <3333 your heart just melts at his sweetness 🥹 so the only thing you can do is lean up on your tiptoes and give him a thank you kiss <3

and AH right as the two of you are finishing skating for the night, aaron is the one who loses his footing his time, and since he has such a lock on you, you fall with him, landing right on top of him. concern instantly fills aaron, worried you've gotten hurt somehow, but the thought instantly disappears once he hears the sound of your laughter. he looks up at you with such a smile on his face, causing you to smile even more, and you have no other choice but to kiss him again right there in the snow 🥰<333

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[rogerswifesblog-updates]

Good morning and happy Valentine's Day!😘❤️

I hope the two super soldiers have already gotten up and starts preparing you a wonderful date :3

(And NO! I refuse the idea that they don't exist😤😤 They do! Just not in the same universe🤣 and we could occasionally visit their universe in our dreams🤣🤣

Hey, happy Valentine’s Day to you too!!🥺❤️

Yes of course the SuperSoldiers always prepare wonderful dates (yes, they totally exist and we can visit them😩)

What would contain a Valentine’s Day with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes;

Warinings: mentioned oral fr, mentioned creampie, oral mr, p in v, male masturbation, Stucky x Reader, threesome and otherwise a lot of fluff

You are woken with kisses all over your body and Bucky between your legs, while Steve lost in paper, rock, scissors because, yes, that’s how these grown ass men decide anything in life, with a game.

And Steve always loses, unknowingly choosing the same pattern every time. Bucky had noticed it before the war even started.

So now Steve had to make your favourite breakfast, listening to your moans and cries of pleasure, always screaming Buckys name out. To torture him (at least it felt like that) you’d often also say his name. Steve, god, wish you’d be here too. Bucky I think I’m-oh god, Bucky, yes-please- Fuck Steve, come here-fuck-

Steve nearly broke the plate when he put it on the counter, feeling as if all his blood rushed to his dick, completely making it unable to think straight.

But finally he finished the breakfast and it seemed like you and Bucky finished too. He’d hoped he’d be able to join at least for a few minutes, kiss his lovers and spend a lazy morning with you-but someone had to make breakfast to really spoil you today.

He grabbed a tray and walked into the bedroom.

You were laying on bucky’s sweaty chest, both of your breathings heavy. A beautiful pictures he’d love to draw sometime.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart-To you too, idiot”, he added, as Bucky opened his eyes. You grinned, pecking Bucky one more time on the cheek, before sitting up and waiting for the food-but then you grimaced slightly, as you felt Buckys cum leak out of your sensitive hole.

“Thank you, my favourite super Soldiers in the world”, you smiled, giving Bucky another kiss on the cheek, before looking up at Steve, who was still standing with the tray and only his boxershorts in front of you. You saw the outline of his hard cock straining the boxershorts, leaving a wet spot where his tip was behind. Grabbing the tray from Steve’s hands, you put it aside, crawling to the edge.

When the comforter fell from your body, a soft gasp escaped both men, as your whole body was revealed, covered in hickeys and soft bruises from their grips.

Steve watched as you slowly pulled down his boxershorts, revealing his hard cock, angry and neglected. You didn’t waste anytime, taking him in your mouth, swallowing around him. The bed dipped behind you and you felt two metal fingers pushing into your puffy pussy, making you moan around Steve’s length.

Bucky coated his fingers in your mixed releases, before holding his fingers out for Steve to taste. And boy did he taste them. You looked up when you heard Steve moan and suck around the metal digits. He looked down at you when you suckled at his leaking tip, before grabbing you hair and pulling you off of his dick. “Fuck I’ve listened to you two all morning, I can’t wait any second longer”, he mumbled, pushing you onto your back and spreading your legs.

A moan escaped his throat as he saw the amount of cum drenching your folds, leaking out of your sensitive hole. A chuckle escaped him when he noticed how your pussy started throbbing, pushing some of Bucky's cum out. Such a beautiful picture.

Steve coated his fingers with Buckys and your juices, before spreading it all over his cock. “Buck was gentle with you today, huh?” While you nodded he looked back to his boyfriend, who was already pumping his hard cock in one hand. “Yeah we wanted for you to have a quiet morning…just taking care of you, making love to you…but you wouldn’t be mad, if we change it a bit huh? Would you like for me to fuck you? Hard?”, he grinned, grinding his hard cock between your folds, bumping your clit with every movement.

Nodding you moaned both of their names, spreading your legs even further. Steve chuckled at your desperate moans.

He buried his cock with one hard thrust in your pussy, the squelching noise obscure as he started pounding into you, not giving you time to get used to it. They both knew you liked it that way. Always loving the slight burn.

Bucky was the first to shoot his load all over his chest, still watching as Steve was fucking into you. You were a moaning and shaking mess, letting Steve do the work with his hard thrusts and circling your clit with his fingers. Since you were already so sensitive it only took a couple more thirsts till you finally came, nearly screaming their names.

After Steve spilled his load into you, he slowly pulled out of you, falling onto the bed next to you.

Heavy breathing you all laid there, not saying anything. Bucky was the one to move first, grabbing something to wipe away the cum from his chest, before he once again cuddled against you.

“Steve?”, you whispered. “Yeah, sweetheart?” “I’m hungry”, he grinned slightly, kissing your forehead and sitting up. “Okay, but you have to sit and I’ll give you the plate-“ “no, feed me.” “Feed you? But-“ “You heard our girl. Feed her-and me too”, Bucky grinned, leaning his head on his arm. Steve rolled his eyes, but there was still a grin on his lips. He started cutting the food, before giving each of you some bites, also eating himself a bit.

After that you all took a shower-or well, showers, separately, because otherwise it might’ve ended once again in bed. Not that you minded-but you had other plans for today.

When you walked into the bedroom-already wearing your pretty outfit, you giggled, watching the men find something to wear that (from what you heard) complemented their eyes. These two.

“You both look good in everything you wear-but if you really want to complement your eyes you should wear the baby blue colour, Steve, and Bucky you could go with the green one, it always makes your eyes shine nicely”, you walked up to them giving them each a kiss on the lips, before grabbing your jacket.

You spend a beautiful day with your boys, filled with museums, food and a wonderful mood. Not even a single person came up to ask for a photo or autograph. It’s like everyone was busy with their own lives, or maybe loved ones. It was definitely a nice change from usually being overwhelmed with all the people around you.

Your boys bought you flowers at nearly every flower shop you walked by, in return you bought them snacks, especially sweets.

They both had a sweet tooth, especially Steve, Everyone thought he was the healthy one, always drinking the green smoothies around the team but at home? He’d eat a whole cake in one go if you’d let him unsupervised. You knew. Because it already happened twice.

Bucky loves to cook, so he usually prepares all meals, occasionally with your help, but normally he just enjoys it alone. Creating something good with his hands. That’s what he once told you, when you insisted you could do the cooking, especially since they often have to train a lot and are tired.

But Bucky really liked cooking. It helped him cope. And he was also phenomenal.

“It’s getting dark, we should go home”, you said, looking at the sky. Steve chuckled. “Don’t worry sweetheart, you don’t have to be scared”, “yeah, we’d protect you”, Bucky added, only making you laugh. “Oh trust me, I know it. But you two-especially you Steve-should get in trouble again. Especially not on Valentine’s Day”, you grinned, already knowing both men blushed, without needing to look up. “You’re right, we should go home soon. We wanted to watch a movie anyway.”

So with that you discussed which movie you’d watch, while walking back home-normally it would be Steve’s turn to pick a movie, but he asked you to pick something for today, since it was a special day. Once again you felt your heart swell at how sweet you boys were.

Walking into your apartment you took off your shoes and jacket, going straight for the couch. “Buck, can you make popcorn? Steve always burns it”, you said, turning on the TV. “Yeah, doll. Steve, grab some beers and you can sit down, I’ll take care of the snacks”, you heard them talking for a while, before Steve came back, his lips rosy from being kissed. A smile spread over your lips, while you pulled him closer to you.

“Maybe we could watch a Rom-com? There’s this movie called ‘isn’t it romantic’, it’s kinda funny…”, Steve nodded, putting his arm around you. “Whatever you want baby, let’s wait for buck and then you can turn it on.”

Only a few minutes later bucky came back and sat down on the other side from you, leaning against you, till he was nearly laying on you. Grinning, you started brushing his hair with your free hand. “I love you both”, you whispered, giving them each a kiss. Having these two around was amazing. Every day felt like Valentine's Day with them. They were always sweet and attentive, surprising you with flowers or small gifts for no reason. Steve with his drawing and you with new baked goods, whenever he wanted to try out a new receipt. You couldn’t have imagined better partners than these two super soldiers. They listened and they cared. Not only about you, but also each other.

At first they had been a bit unsure about showing their affection for each other in front of you, but you assured them you wanted to see it. You wanted them to be happy. After that they kissed more often in front of you, hugged more, touched or just looked at each other with so much love, you felt it yourself. It was beautiful. They could finally be together, after so many years…so many ups and downs…

Some people didn’t understand your relationship. Three people in one relationship? Yeah, many thought it was weird and that it probably didn’t work…but it did. It was perfect like that.

“We love you too. So much…”

Happy Valentine’s Day!!!

I Hope you enjoyed reading this short one shot<3

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[valaruakars]

for the smut drabbles number 44 "You're really messing with my head here." and 80 "F-Fuck, I don't think I'm gonna last long if you keep doing that." with Viktor and Reader just having fun and being gentle with each other? 🥺

I hope you feel better soon and that the stress will go away 💕 I am already eternally grateful for the things you have written (especially LGP) and I wouldn't mind waiting a decade for an update

Ohoho, don't worry, the stress is now ✨gone✨ But more on that later! For now, some modern flavored spice for you and your endless patience w/ me 😘

Tags/Warnings: 18+, Viktor x AFAB Reader, modern!au, phone sex, dirty talk lite, mutual masturbation, he's on the sweeter, cheekier side for once

It starts with, “I miss you.”

Sweet and sad, you sigh it into the receiver the moment he picks up his phone. It’s hardly been twenty-four hours, but he understands the pull. He’d like you close too. Your love speaks loudest twined around him, in all those little touches—fingers in his hair, skin to skin—but this will have to suffice.

You talk and laugh and share your day, and, thinking back, he’s not entirely sure where the shift occurred. Was it the way your voice seemed to turn wistful and needy? Or how he could hear you shuffling around in bed? Was it when he started imagining you fresh out of the shower, curled naked between the sheets with your soft, damp skin after you innocently mentioned you’d just stepped out?

Though, come to think of it, that part wasn’t very innocent at all. 

Pretty soon, he can’t help that he’s palming himself through his boxers to the sound of your raw, sleepy voice; that he sighs into the line, but it sounds dangerously near a groan.

“You’re really messing with my head here,” you say abruptly, catching on. “Are… Are we really doing this…?”

Viktor huffs a little laugh and decides to push it. Same as he decides to slip his cock out all the way to stroke himself in earnest. “Doing what?” he asks, sweetly feigning ignorance.

He can hear how badly you don’t want to say it, how embarrassed you are in the heavy silence that follows. Or perhaps it’s that you’re scared to be wrong, but he realizes that too late for mercy.

Because you finally whisper, “Are you, um… Touching yourself too?”

“Mmhm,” he hums, and really pushes it. “Do your fingers feel as good as mine, miláčku?”

You breathe out, shaky, and he can only imagine that you’ve slipped in two to fuck yourself on. “They don’t. Not at all.”

“As I suspected. But you’ll do your best for me, no?”

“To what…?”

“To come like I’m touching you. Always so loud…” he muses. Lets his legs splay wider, thumbing languid circles into his cockhead. “I’d like to hear it.”

Confidence builds in your voice with each word. “You wanna know what I’m doing, too? What I’m thinking about?” you ask, and it has him twitching.

His nod is eager, as if you’re there to see it. Like it’s your pretty hand stroking him off in the darkness. “Tell me everything,” he begs, “please.”

Everything, so that he can conjure the perfect picture of you: Knees knocked wide, nipples teased to puffiness dragging along the sheets, prostrated with your ass in the air, though you’d rather be bent over his lap, apparently. Gives him access, the best angle to play with your pussy; to circle your clit with the flat of press of three fingers when you’re desperate for relief from his teasing. That’s what you wish was happening. What he wishes was happening, too, rather than listening as you rut against your hand and pant into the phone.

But it works and works well.

Especially when you whine his name.

“F-Fuck, I don't think I can last any longer if you keep doing that,” he warns, wound tight.

“I can’t—I can’t either,” you gasp, punctuated by the slick press of your fingers, in and out, so loud he can hear what a mess you’ve made of your cunt. “Vik, you don’t understand what your voice does to me.”

But with how you nearly sob your release into the receiver when he says, “Come for me, then,” he has a pretty good idea.

#viktor arcane #viktor x reader #mdni #arcane x reader #reader insert #my writing #no it's not necessarily lgp but uh the initial hesitance of this reader is.. fitting.. #2022 birthday prompts

[lovelaetter]

turned me on to perv!yeri that steals the members' panties when she's extra horny, masturbating with them in her face to one of the members' fancams.... she'd probably suck on them too

perv!yeri that asks the members if they want a massage and just feels them up if they say yes, occasionally cuddling with them just to touch herself with them in the same room because it brings risk to it.

an unsuspecting rene walking in on yeri touching herself all exposed on the bed, legs open like she was waiting for poor hyun to walk in 😪 probably moaning one of the members' names. she'd beg irene to help her finish, saying she's the only one that can make her feel so good, and irene listens. it becomes commonplace now, yeri touches herself in irene's bed because it smells good and she sleeps in it.

perv!yeri and gullible wendy sleeping in the same bed as each other, it doesn't take long to realize that wendy doesn't wear pants or a bra to sleep and she just can't help herself, playing with her puffy nipples over shirt and grinding against her ass. when wendy wakes up she'd just claim she was having a bad dream when in reality her panties are stuck to her cute little cunt and when wendy goes back to sleep she'll finish herself

i was trying not to make this too yerene centric but they're so hot... just imagine rene and yeri cuddling together and she can't stop herself from feeling irene up. irene notices, of course, she thinks it's cute, but yeri hasn't gone so far as to touch her under her clothes. which is exactly what she does this time, because she knows she can get away with it. yeri wakes her pretty mommy up to a warm mouth and soft lips around her nipple, sucking and licking until she can't help but to squeeze her thighs together. it's too late to ask yeri to stop, so when she awkwardly looks up at irene she just presses her baby's face back into her nipple and tells yeri she's a good girl, to keep touching her so she can feel good.

yeri calls irene her mommy when she's turned on and irene just loves it 😵‍💫 it eventually grows into yeri sleeping with rene every night, occasionally waking her up to a mouth on her nipples or clit and she just loves it, going to sleep hoping it'll happen. no thoughts just hyun waking up to yeri grinding on irene's pussy, not stopping till both of them cum. irene probably doesn't last long, and yeri would be numb from touching herself all day so you know who'd cum first, finishing off with a pleased yeri and a crying oversensitive irene because the sleepiness made her sensitive and she is already sensitive 🥺 what yeri asks yeri gets, and sometimes it's just having her clit played with when they cuddle and irene obliges.

possessive yeri and an irene that's busy.. she'd eat her mommy out from beneath the desk on a meeting because she's jealous her work needs time that's supposed to be her time! she isn't that bad though 🫠 i can see her falling asleep on irene's nipple or snuggled up to her often and (maybe) that's a redeeming quality for how high maintenance her pervy baby is

YOU ARE INSANE? I’M-

she would be so ashamed of the panties thing but it would be stronger than her, she wants to eat her unnies out so bad and it’s the closest thing she has of it :( it’s not that bad, she even washes and returns the pieces after!!

the thing about massages and cuddling with the members :( especially what you said about her and wendy… she tries so hard to stay quiet, bites her lip, the back of her hand. uses the “i move a lot on my sleep, sorry” excuse to slide her hand over the others, grope their tits and not be scolded in the morning a lot :( playing with her unnies nipples after finishing touching herself, her fingers still wet-

and don’t be afraid of the yerene content cause i love them!! irene being head over heels with yeri, she tries to hide it but if any of the others say something about yeri she’s quickly to jump in and defend her and say they always try to blame her for things 😭 yeri is a mommy’s girl fr, she always has her back. never denies her help but realizes it’s too much to keep with one day and starts to let the girl just use her if she needs when she’s asleep. loves when yeri plays with nipples and really think it’s cute how eagerly she sucks sometimes, furiously rubbing herself.

waking up to yeri awkwardly spreading her legs so they get in a scissoring position, pussy dripping from previously masturbating. slick sounds and moans in the quiet of the night, irene asking her to give her a break but yeri is to lost in pleasure to even hear.. :(

obsessed with the possessive yeri thing. her kneeling between irene’s thighs, looking up with big eyes before lowering her head to do her job… kinda want perv!yeri for me.

#asks #red velvet smut #yeri smut #yerene smut

[sessakag]

Since guest reviews aren’t allowed at the moment I hope you don’t mind me commandeering your ask box for fic commenting purposes-🍥☀️🍥☀️ (Butterfly chapter 10)

[Her puffy eyes shifted to that part of her Naruto had touched, peering hard at her flesh as though her eyes could detect a spectrum of light that would reveal the shape and color of the warmth his hand had left on hers.] I’m not articulate enough to express why certain lines hit for me beyond saying “wow I really liked that!” so, wow I really liked that!

Hinata cataloging her physiological responses to Naruto made me smile a lot ❤️. Someone help our girl out and explain what a crush is.

Also!!! “Naruto-flutters” is THE CUTEST THING I’VE EVER HEARD!!!!!!! 🥺🥺🥺. When I saw that phrase I had to walk it off as if I was experiencing them myself.

But the part of the chapter that really got me was Hinata experiencing the feeling of safety for the first time. Goddddddd I have so many emotions about that. Honestly as I type this out, I’m tearing up again. [As though there was a shield between her and the things that hurt.] Like????????? This is too much for me 😭.

I have a pretty huge trust kink and the feeling of safety is such a large part of that so you really hit all the right buttons for me. It’s devastating that the reason Hinata isn’t aware of what safety feels like comes from the people who should most have wanted to keep her safe ☹️. But it’s also beautiful seeing her get to experience it with Naruto. I’m so happy for her 💕💕💕💕. Hinata’s panicked response at almost losing that feeling was heartbreaking, but at the same time I’m delighted at how that speaks to her growing affection and need for Naruto.

Sai mention!!! Sai is soooo underrated in my opinion. I have such a soft spot for him. Him interacting with Hinata will either be a huge disaster or a shocking success, with no in between. I love that for him 💕. His bluntness is really reassuring in some ways, and if nothing else, Hinata can’t possibly feel like a social disaster when compared to him 😭. Sai and Hinata being art buddies would be cute! Hopefully they get to interact soon and well.

[Smiling wasn’t the only thing she couldn’t remember doing, laughing was another. Naruto was a well of new experiences for her, and the urge to laugh was one of those newfound, slowly developing experiences he was slowly coaxing from her.] 💔💔💔💕💕💕. Here’s to hoping for many more new experiences together 🙏.

Shikamaru!!!! Another favorite of mine 🥰. I love how cool he was about Hinata’s stutter, to the point of not even mentioning it even though he was aware of it. That’s so very him.

[“How the hell do you know about that?!” Naruto finally burst, piercing the stunned silence, scaring her in the process, though he was too caught up in giving his friend the third degree to notice.] Hmmmmmmn Naruto does get aggressively loud sometimes and I can imagine how scary that must be for Hinata. I wonder if we’ll be seeing more of this situation 👀👀👀.

Hinata hesitating to join in on the conversation was painful and relatable, but I’m so proud she did 💕. She is just as much an inspiration here as Naruto was for her in canon. I hope next time she’ll be able to ask Kurenai for what she wants. Small steps but she’ll get there 💪💪💪.

I’m so curious about Naruto’s pov on the whole court appointed guardian thing. Does he get the full implications of what that means for Hinata and her home life? I feel like at that age hearing something like that, I wouldn’t have wanted to think too deeply into it. But also I’m pretty far removed from high school now so who knows 😂.

The Kurenai-Minato relationship is an interesting one! I wonder if it’ll lead to some fun interactions.

Excellent chapter as usual, thanks for writing.

Of course, as soon as you drop a review, AO3 turned comments back on, lol. But thanks so much for dropping it here! You're one of the ones I was so upset about possibly missing out on! 😭But the crisis is over for now it seems, so you are free to comment again! 💕which I am sooooo happy about! I like getting messages here, but I prefer them on the story that way I can go back and reread them again and again 🙈 when I need a boost to keep going 💪🏾Writing is tough work 😤

Funny thing about this line: [Her puffy eyes shifted to that part of her Naruto had touched, peering hard at her flesh as though her eyes could detect a spectrum of light that would reveal the shape and color of the warmth his hand had left on hers.] It's a Byakugan reference🤭

Right! Poor Hina is clueless, lol. I've been wanting Hinata to switch place with Naruto in a story for a while, having her unable to recognize her own feelings like canon Naruto struggled. I think it's really cute 🙈💕Probably not the reason for her lack of emotional acuity but the concept of it.

Naruto-flutters are so adorable to me too, and it's like ahhhh, omg Hinata do you know what those little flutters mean???🙈she doesn't of course and somehow that makes it even cuter!! 💕💕

Riiiiiiggggghhhtttt, like I love Naruto making her feel all safe, and it hits so much harder because he has no idea what he's truly giving this girl! Like how much he's shining down on this poor wilting water lily🥹💞

Lmao, that is so true! Either Hinata is gonna get a new friend or Naruto's gonna upper cut him through the school roof🙈let's hope Sai makes a wise decision🤭Art buddies would be so adorable! Though Sai would definitely be brutally honest and who knows how Hinata will take that🙈

Here's to more new experiences! 💕💕

Shikamaru's so chill and go with the flow, he was the perfect first initiation into socializing outside Naruto🥰

I cannot express how hype and excited I get when readers catch those little details I put in there🤩Naruto is indeed a very loud, pretty liberally aggressive guy. Perhaps that will factor in again later🫢Naruto's learning gentleness and patience, but maybe there's a few more tricks Hinata can teach him 🤭

Right! And that's what I wanted to get across with Butterfly! Strength is subjective, it's not a one size fits all, and every obstacle a person overcomes is just as important than any other obstacle whether its physical, mental, emotional, psychological, whatever! Hinata struggles with things others take for granted, but she keeps trying, and that's not weakness, that's strength, bravery, determination and just as you said, just as inspiring as Naruto! 😤

He'll revisit the convo about it at some point, don't worry! Its very reminiscent of his past self though, when he was a boy in the woods and didn't really understand the significance of his meeting with Hinata🥹

Kurenai-Minato may or may not have more significance later on, we shall see 🤭

Lovely comment!! Thank you sooo much for coming through!! You are really one of the people I cannot wait to hear from! 🙈you truly make my day!!💕always so thorough and detailed, I love seeing your reactions and being privy to your thoughts on the chapter, and you're consistent support and you don't know how much that means to me 😭Thank you sooooo much!!🦋💕

#Butterfly 🦋 #review #naruhina #I love you anon!! 😍 #ask #answer

[shankschewtoy]

Dead ass crying 😭 That “ terminally ill s/o“ story was so heartbreaking. I will get on my hands and knee and start begging, please can you make a part 2 where the boys and all like depressed and stuff but like their s/o visits them but like as a  Angel and tells them to move etc? Or can you do something where the s/o survived the sickness somehow?

Anyway that story was amazing 🥲 have a wonderful day!

a/n - you don’t have to beg I was gonna make a part two anyways 😭 I’m going to put the happy, reader survives part in a different post later :) Tysm for the request and your patience!

Warnings ⚠️ - depression, g/n reader, pain 😭

Law

- He’d never be the same without the love of his life

- Yes he’d go to your funeral, but he wouldn’t say any words, and he wouldn’t cry in front of everyone

- Maybe he looked cold and heartless, but inside he was a mess

- He didn’t even know what to say or what to think, you were the glue to this broken machine of a man

- Without the glue he’s broken

- He’d be sleeping, and usually, he cries himself to sleep, silent sobs being muffled by his pillow

- The only thing catching and wiping his tears were his tattooed hands

- The tissues made the skin underneath his eyes irritated with the countless times he’s wiped them dry

- Tonight was no different, laying awake, struggling to get himself to stop crying

- He felt a familiar presence behind him, a dip in the bed appearing behind him from a body

- He turned around, puffy, dark, and tired eyes trying to see what it was

- He was shocked, it looked like you, a spitting image of you

- You smiled at him, holding his hands with yours like you used to

- But he noticed something, why was there no warmth in your hands? Where was the familiar soft feeling that made him so happy?

- He managed to smile, your face made his soul feel at ease, perfectly complete

- But somehow, he knew that maybe, you weren’t actually here with him

- He fell asleep holding your hand, your gentle fingers tracing the tattoos on his fingers

- He never wanted to open his eyes and realize you weren’t there in front of him

- But when he did, he felt a consuming emptiness that which you could only fill

- (god this is angsty for the emo man- 😭)

Ace

- You were his everything

- And when you left him? What else did he have left??

- A part of him was missing now

- And he didn’t know if anything could ever fix him like you did

- He couldn’t go to your funeral, he didn’t even want to think about seeing your corpse in that damned coffin

- Seeing your face so calm and pale, lovely as usual

- He couldn’t bear it

- Ace cried a lot, so much so that he was wondering just where these tears were even coming from, he was unsure of how he still had tears to cry

- he often went to your favorite spot to camp out and just relax with him when you were still around

- He usually talked to himself as if you were right next to him, talking about his day and how he annoyed Marco and his crew mates

- He never expected a response, until he saw you smiling next to him

- That same gaze that you gave him when you listened to him talk about his days

- It made him stop talking altogether, was he seeing things?

- you didn’t speak at all, but he continued talking with an excited flame in his eyes

- When he finished, and he looked at you, he saw your hand waving goodbye to him as he stood up

- he smiled at you, ignoring that this was obviously not real

- He waved goodbye, telling you that he’d be back soon

- After that, Ace visited that same spot everyday, explaining his days and activities even if he didn’t see your ghost that day

- 🥺 this boy. I swear he loves you so much

Smoker

- He had trouble getting back to work knowing that he wouldn’t come home to your loving presence

- Just knowing that he would never see you again pained him so much

- Secretly, he always kept a photo of you in his pocket, and whenever he’d have a break, he’d look at it and be motivated to come back home to you 🥺

- He never told you about it, but now that you were gone, he looked at your photo every single moment he thought about you, which was all the time

- Smoker was good at hiding his emotions, but sometimes he couldn’t fake it anymore, he was obviously not fine

- Whenever he’d come home, he sometimes broke down, hugging the picture of you close to him, desperately trying to think of it as you

- He’s a strong man, but without you, why was it so hard to be strong again?

- Crouching down on the floor, struggling to stop his tears, he felt warm arms around him

- He looked up, vision blurry from the tears in his eyes

- He saw… you

- You were wrapping your arms around him, patting his head gently like you used to, running your fingers through his white, soft, cloud-like hair

- He clutched onto your back, collapsing into your warm embrace

- His face resting in the crook of your neck, basking in your love

- He was silently crying, only the soft uneven breaths able to be heard from the man

- You didn’t speak a word, you only comforted your lover like the countless times before

- Smoker didn’t believe in god, but maybe just this once, he did

- Because how else would he be sobbing into your chest?

- (a/n - I had to take a break bec this is too angsty I’m gonna cry 😭)

Zoro

- He was the one that doesn’t usually cry, because he’s such a hardened soul

- He’s dealt with loss before, yet this was different

- You were different

- Where did you go?..

- One minute you were here, and the next you weren’t

- Zoro didn’t know what to think or say

- He couldn’t get out of bed or talk to anyone for a while, he was so lost in his empty mind that was filled of memories of you

- The fact that you were now a memory.. And not the person he loved so much killed him every single waking moment

- Whenever he woke up from a nap, why didn’t he feel your head resting on his shoulders?

- Why didn’t he see you sitting by him when he trained?

- Why weren’t you ever beside him in your shared bed?

- Zoro drank a lot more than usual to try and distract himself

- This feeling. It broke him, shattered him and then pieced him back together, only to break him yet again

- When he downed yet another bottle of that same old sake he’d drink so often, he felt a hand around his wrist, almost telling him to stop drinking his sorrows

- “The hell?”

- He stopped, his one eye opening to see your figure in front of him

- He almost opened his other eye just to see if this was real or not

- He immediately threw the bottle to the side, pulling you close and wrapping his bulky, strong arms around you

- He was clutching desperately onto the backs of your clothes

- He never wanted to let you go, his hands shaking, trying to hold onto you as tightly as he could

- “Where the hell did you go-? Y/n?”

- He cherished this moment, he was holding the person he cherished most in this world again

- For the first time in forever, he smiled, not a smirk, but such a relieved smile, as if an Angel has graced their compassion onto him

- It was true, an Angel had graced him with their love 💜

- (god I’m gonna go cry in a corner now-)

a/n - I’m so sorry for the pain 😭 I’m sorry for the wait anon! I hope you like this 💜

<3

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