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Just had a thot imagine yn is cherry and she breaks up with harry and begins to dat henry or vice versa and they meet up at an award show or smth and she is also a singer and shes singing a song she wrote for her ex maybe come back be here and its very love triangle. Anyways that made no sense im sleepy and all too well is too powerful
Henry x Reader: Chérie
Tags: angst, past reader x harry, emotional cheating (not from henry), happy ending (not for Harry)
Coming to this award show was not the best idea you had ever hand. It’s not like you wanted to come here, it was just part of your responsibility to take the prestigious award to be given to you tonight. It would be rude to be MIA when you were the one meant to accept the biggest award of the night and it could send a bad message to the people behind the show and put you on their blacklist which would be a nightmare for your team.
So, here you are, smiling through gritted teeth.
You had opted to shy away from the media, and even wrote this album to be awarded while in isolation in London after a very messy and public breakup with your ex-boyfriend. It had been a nightmare and you swore off any public events from then on, limiting yourself to radio interviews here and there but nothing else. It was a miracle your album had been as successful as it is now.
It was in this isolation that you had met the love of your life, and the one who pulled you out of the gutter. The man that is currently gently rubbing your back to soothe you, giving you small kisses every time he felt you tensing up and getting fussy because of the crowd.
“You wanna go home, darling?” Henry whispered to your ears, eyeing how tightly you were gripping the silver trophy that was meant to praise your album.You had just accepted the award moments ago and you were jittery from your nerves.
You swallowed, forcing a smile up to him. God, he was wonderful and perfect, and so so good. Whatever you did to deserve him, you didn’t know, but you hope to God he is here to stay. “Please?”
Henry nodded, giving you a kiss, “Let me say goodbye to a few people and then we can go.”
You took his warm hand and gave his knuckles a kiss as thanks. That should’ve been your job but Henry knows how much you hated talking to strangers and acquaintances alike. As a movie star himself he was used to excusing himself and was definitely better in not getting roped to pointless small talk with others.
You followed him with your eyes, mingling with a couple of people and tying loose ends for you. He knew how tense and stressed out you had been for your first public event after almost two years of hiding but also mostly because the muse of your break-up album was also currently in the same room as you.
Poking on a healed but still sore bruise in your heart.
“... presenting his biggest hit in his sophomore album, Fine Line. Help me welcome, Harry Styles, with his song Cherry!”
You could feel your blood go cold at the name. You had managed to avoid him for the past two years even when you came back home to America with Henry and even during the red carpet, opting to arrive earlier than expected to avoid any crowds and especially him.You had blocked him in every social media accounts and changed your number the moment you had seen the photo of him being handsy with his ex-girlfriend in some cafe.
(Don't you call him "baby"
We're not talking lately
Don't you call him what you used to call me )
He swore up and down it was just a friendly brunch but the way he looked at her and leaned into her personal space said different. And it was the fact that you had to find out on twitter instead of him telling you himself that buried the final nail to the coffin of your relationship.
( I, I confess
I can tell that you are at your best
I'm selfish so I'm hating it)
You looked behind you, praying to God Henry was finished with saying his goodbyes so he can get you out of here. You might not love Harry anymore but the pain of what he had done was still aching in your chest. It was not just the emotional cheating but it was the fact that his insensitive actions had made you question your self-worth and your entire relationship with him. For that you would never be able to forgive him.
(I notice that
There's a piece of you in how I dress
Take it as a compliment )
Finding Henry still gone, you couldn’t help but look back up the stage, eyes widening when you immediately caught his. The familiar green hues that used to make the butterflies in your stomach flutter in adoration now made it sink in sadness.
(Don't you call him "baby"
We're not talking lately
Don't you call him what you used to call me)
His hair was longer, his curls more prominent as it traveled down the nape of his neck. It had been the first time you saw him in person and it kinda makes you sad at what the two of you had become. If everything had gone right you would’ve been backstage hands wrapped around each other and tears of pride in your eyes but now ... now, you are nothing more than each other’s tragic muse. A caricature of the relationship the two of you had.
What a tragic story the two of you were meant to fulfill.
( I, I just miss
I just miss your accent and your friends
Did you know I still talk to them?
Does he take you walking 'round his parents' gallery?)
You couldn’t help but give him a sad smile, not missing the slight jab of Henry taking you on a date in one of his family’s gallery. It was the first photo the two of you had together and it took the world by storm.
In a way you were still thankful for Harry. Whether you liked to admit it or not he had given you some of the happiest moments of your life. He had loved you and taught you how to love others and yourself. And even when it crashed and burned in the end it did lead you to the right person -- to your Henry. The person who had loved you in ways you had never even dreamed off. In ways you didn’t think you deserved.
You felt your phone buzzing in your purse, Henry’s name popping up in your message.
‘Home?’
You looked behind you, seeing Henry by the archway that would lead outside, an understanding but grim smile on his face. He knew of your history with Harry, but who didn’t. Still, you wanted nothing more but wipe the hint of sadness and insecurity in his eyes that he tries very hard to hide.
You want to let him know that he has you. Wholly has you. And you will always come home to him.
(Don't you call him "baby"
We're not talking lately
Don't you call him what you used to call me )
You stood up from your seat as subtly as possible, not trying to take any attention off of Harry’s performance but it proved to be difficult when his eyes were permanently trained on you. You took big but slow steps towards Henry, ignoring the eyes nosily looking at you as Harry’s voice echoed throughout the dome sounding like he begging you not to leave.
To look back.
To give the two of you another chance.
But you didn’t.
You had accepted what Harry was still trying to swallow a long time ago. The two of you were done. The fairytale the two of you were living in was nothing but just that -- a happy memory from the past. And you plan to remember it that way.
You plan to remember the happy memories and the soft and gentle kisses that was full of naivety and pure love. Not this -- not where he had broken your heart and destroyed your relationship beyond repair and not this memory of you finally turning your back on him and leaving him to crumble in your past.
You were now right in front of Henry, giving him a smile and accepting his outstretched hand.
He was warm, and good, and deserving of all your love.
He was your home now.
And this time you were going to protect it.
“I love you,” you confessed, leaning up to give him a deep kiss. “It will always be you.”
Henry smiled, kissing your cheeks and your jaw, sneakily eyeing the man on stage that had that misfortune of losing you for him to find. Harry could’ve loved you for the rest of his life, he was sure of it. If you had forgiven him and gone back to him the two of you could’ve had a happy life and he could’ve made you happier than you had ever been -- the way you deserve to be.
But Harry lost you.
You didn’t look back.
And Henry wasn’t honorable enough to give you back.
Not even when Harry’s anguished screams echoed across the hall to end the song dedicated you. Opting to ignore it and focused on peppering your knuckles with kisses to make you laugh, eyes beaming up at him in a way that fills him with unexplained warmth.
He can send his sympathies to the poor soul who had the misfortune to lose you. But unfortunately for him Henry doesn’t plan on committing the same mistakes.
He will be the one to love you -- to be loved by you.
And he will be the one take you home.
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Beautiful, beautiful, oh and did i mention beautiful! Absolutely adored this series. This whole chapter you had me nervous though darlin 😅 but I was happy to see they ended in such a lovely place! It really was amazing! 🧡
mob!Henry x Reader:Money, power, glory. (3/3)
Plot: The one where you get stolen from the world.
Warning: Contains sensitive topics, please leave if you are not of legal age.
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That was….just wow! I feel like that’s the perfect engagement for them!!!! Their fight literally made me cry but let’s not talk about that. I’ve forgotten to mention, but the addition of Chris in this series is just perfect. I’m just in love with these characters and the dynamics that they have 🧡
mob!Henry x Reader: Two for the show (2/3)
Plot: The one where he gets you back.
TW: ARE YOU FUCJKIN READY WHORES?, (no), subject of death, violence, emotional hurting, pls go to a relationship counselor, if the two of you would just taLK, henry gets punched ehehe, guns, tasteless jokes, i think its too cheesy
mob! Henry Series - for the rest of the chapters
Note: This chapter is set 5 YEARS AGO for the most part (except at the end). Please check the timestamps.
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AHHH, SO MANY EMOTIONS 😭😭😭
mob!Henry x Reader: One for the money. (1/3)
Plot: The one where he lost you.
Tags: here we go, DEATH, canon violence, violence on women (MEN AINT SHIT), blood, lots of blood, emotional suffering, idk why i wrote this it hurted, men who can’t communicate their feelings, mob!henry pls go to therapy, 10k+ words, i too need therapy
mob! Henry Series - for the rest of the chapters
Part 2 - the one where he got you back.
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Oh my!!! I seriously can’t get enough. I’d like to say how much I love their dynamic again. The Madam seems like a real pain, but I love her anyways 😂 your writing is so impressive and I can’t wait to read more!! 🧡
Henry x Reader: I’m your national anthem.
Part 1 - In the darkest little paradise. - (you don’t need to read it to understand but hey …. if you want more mob!Henry content)
Plot: The one where Henry controls everything behind the scenes but you control him.
Tags: aight, daddy kink, mean stuff, cunnilingus, implied use of drugs, spitting kink, threats, 18+
[A/N; HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY TO @october505 THIS ONE IS FOR YOU BABY]
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Wow wow wow, and did I mention wow? Absolutely love the dynamic between henry and the reader here. I have a feeling it’s going to be a late night while I binge the rest of this. Your writing is stunning doll! 🧡🎉
mob!Henry x Reader: In the darkest little paradise.
Plot: The one where Henry owns the world but he always comes back home to you.
Tags: *cracks knuckles*, daddy kink, biting kink, size kink, dick too big it kinda hurts, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP KIDS), blood kink (?), dom-sub stuff, rough-ish sex, spit play (??? kinda), murder, torture, poisoning attempt, dark stuff,18+
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CAPTAIN SYVERSON in Sand Castle (2017)
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Man what I wouldn’t give 😅���� loved it darlin!
Hey, freya! Who among henry's characters do you think would like a squirter?
Definitely Sy, he would spend days and nights learning how to properly get a girl to squirt, make it his soul purpose.
Smut under the cut ;)
Warning: Oral, fingering, squirting.
Imagine him holding you spread open on the kitchen table, his tongue laving your little pearl, his fingers delving deep, he is pumping in and out of your core and suckling at your clit at the same time.
You are begging him to stop, too scared of the pressure inside you, the ecstasy is too much but he is unrelenting, curling his fingers within you until suddenly you explode.
Your entire body feels like fire, your cheeks blaze too with a tinge of embarrassment as you realise what have you done.
But Sy reassures you with a smile and a kiss on your hip.
“That’s my good girl”
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Hottttt damn miss ma’am!!! 🔥🔥🔥
I loved every second of that! Your writing is so enchanting and I just don’t even have the right words to describe how much I adore it!! 🧡
i just can’t stop thinking about having to repopulate the post apocalyptic zombie world with bucky, maybe having aggressive love making on shower with him choking away my worries, squeezing my neck with his metal arm
I'm up for that challenge, nonnie! Between this ask and that ask, I was inspired. Two days in a row I wrote something. Yay! Is choking and/or shower sex to repetitive with me? Sorry, lovelies.❤️
Remind Me
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Word Count: Over 1.3k
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), shower sex, possessive behavior, slight choking kink, slight breeding kink, Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?), porn with feels (it’s me).
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You were silent as you stepped into the shower, the water hitting your skin as you turned it on. You didn't even register how hot or cold it was. Would it burn you? Make you shiver? It didn’t matter. Cleanliness was a necessity, but it felt like a luxury after everything went to shit.
How many had fallen since the virus spread? How many loved ones did you lose? You closed your eyes as you tried to process your emotions. It was better to do so when no one was looking. And the water could wash away your tears.
As if on cue, you felt a warm presence at your back. One person was by your side through it all... the man you wanted a family with. But the comfort felt short-lived. Would you lose Bucky? Or would he lose you? The thought of you leaving him alone in this made your heart ache… and made you mad.
“It’s okay to be angry.”
How the hell could he read you when he wasn't even looking at you? “Oh, it’s okay?" you snapped, keeping your back to him. “Thanks for the permission, Barnes. Much appreciated.”
It was irrational to take it out on him. None of this was his fault. Before you could apologize, he took you by surprise and spun you around. The sound of the running water echoed in the tiled room as you stared at each other. It wasn’t the first time you saw him naked, and it hopefully wouldn’t be the last, but the sight of him surrounded by the growing steam made you dizzy.
“You wanna take your anger out on them, go ahead. But don’t pull that shit with me. I’m on your side.”
The emotionless tone made fury boil to the surface before you could stop yourself. “You’re on my side as long as you get to keep your dick wet, right?”
His eyes narrowed as he invaded your space. It was a low blow to imply that he would use you as a means to an end. “In case you forgot, you’ve been keeping my dick wet long before things got fucked up,” his voice was dangerously low as your back hit the wall. “And you love it when I ruin you. Or do I need to give you a reminder?”
His metal fingers wrapped around your throat as you opened your mouth. You said with your eyes what you couldn’t say with your lips. I’m sorry. I know I mean everything to you, like you do to me. But you needed his fury along with his love. You wanted to forget this reality for a short time.
“Remind me,” you mouthed.
“Oh, beautiful…” his nose brushed yours as he breathed against your lips, “You know all I have to do is squeeze, right?”
His hand tightened just enough to make your thighs press together. They didn’t stay that way for long. Not when his other hand pried them apart.
“A little choke…” he whispered as his hand slid along your folds. “And you get soaked for me. I knew you were a slut for my dick, but this? Doesn’t matter if I choke you with my hand or cock, does it? I slide right in like I’m meant to. Because you trust me.”
I trust you with everything.
His hand stayed on your neck as his lips crashed against yours, instantly taking possession of your mouth. His kisses left you breathless and overwhelmed, whimpering when the pads of his fingers began to slowly move along your folds again. He smeared your wetness, a silent indication of what he did to you as you did your best to push your hips down and chase his touch.
“Bucky, fuck me,” you moaned as his metal fingers dragged down your chest.
“You’re gonna let me fuck you the way you need to be fucked,” he told you, leaving wet kisses along your jaw and neck. Your heart jumped when he groped your breast, toying with your nipple as water trickled along your skin. “Gonna fill you up the way you always beg me to.”
You reached for his cock, relishing in the growl he let out when you brushed your thumb over the dripping tip. It always felt hot when he came inside you. It was like he branded you… owned you. No one else could touch you when he had you like this.
“I won’t fuck the fight out of you completely…” he said through his teeth before he batted your hand away. “You still need it.”
His hands moved to your hips, lifting you so you could wrap your legs around his waist. You brushed the wet hair out of his eyes, twisting your fingers in the strands as you pulled him in for another deep kiss. He did his best to shut his emotions down, but his eyes told you everything. He craved this intimacy, maybe even more than you did.
You felt the blunt head of his cock slip inside as his hand gripped your throat again. It didn’t constrict your airway, but It was a gentle reminder of the power he had as you felt each inch push home. You tensed for a moment as he bottomed out. You would have collapsed if not for his firm body keeping you against the wall, stretched beyond belief as he stayed still.
“Don’t even think of looking away… you hear me, doll?”
You gave him a single nod, encouraging him to move as you gripped his broad shoulders. He snapped his hips up so forcefully that you choked on the sound of his name. You whined when he repeated the motion, your walls clenching selfishly around him.
“This what you need to survive? My cock wrecking you?” he grunted when you clamped down again.
“Yes!” you gasped, wishing you could keep him in the haven of your body forever. He made you feel alive. Why did you have to share him with this cruel world?
“I’m right here,” he swore, your breasts crushed against his chest as he pressed close. Did you say that last part out loud? “You think I don’t need you, too?”
“I’m right here,” you repeated, your heart clenching. He lost so much, too. It wasn’t fair.
“Keep those pretty eyes on me,” his thumb brushing along your skin delicately.
You obeyed, getting lost in his intense gaze. Your hitched moans, his hard breathing and the sound of skin slapping together echoed in the small space. Your eyes burned as he shifted, his cock hammering harder into you. He thrust so deeply you were helpless to do anything except take it all. The dig of your nails in his shoulders was a wordless urge to give you more… to give you everything.
“Don’t forget who you belong to.”
You felt out of control, your pussy quivering as he continued to drive into you. As if you’d ever forget. “I’m yours, Bucky.”
“Then beg me to come inside you,” he smirked, his tone smug because he knew you would.
“Come inside me,” you cried as he cock hit that sweet spot relentlessly. Yes, yes, there. Please. You weren’t going to last much longer.
“You come first,” he ordered, his hand squeezing as your eyes went wide. “Then I’ll breed you.”
Your body tensed almost uncontrollably as all the rage, sadness, need, everything finally snapped in a swirl of ecstasy. It tore you apart as you cried out and, as he reminded you before, you loved every second of it. His pace was frantic before he faltered, coating your insides with an animalistic growl before you came down from your high. Watching him let go was a vision.
He moved his hand to the back of your neck as he stayed inside you, both of you breathing heavily as his other hand kept you in place. Moments like this, you could both forget and remember. You forgot the pain of the world and you remembered that your world was right in front of you.
“Bucky?” you asked after a few seconds when he didn’t lower your feet to the floor.
“Get comfortable, beautiful. Not done breeding your cunt by a longshot.”
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So sweet 🥺🧡
August makes an odd request of wanting to be the little spoon....
(GIF by @demivampirew)
Warning: A mixture of angst and Soft!August. Male POV.
Title: Angel, can you hold me?
Demons and ghouls still haunt me to this day, their echos reverberating between the walls of my skull, taunting, degrading, gnawing their teeth in the matter of my brain.
“I have nothing left”, she said with eyes red of tragedy, though I was still there. August, her only child.
She never looked at me again after that day.
As a child I would lay at night wondering if she’d rather it was me in his stead, sometimes I still wake up from these nightmares wishing it was. He would be here, and mom would be happy. No more suffering, no more tears.
But then I feel the soft weight pushing onto my shoulder. Her delicate hands curled up onto my chest in a fetal position while she sleeps so soundly. I make her feel safe, don’t I? My angel knows I will never let anyone or anything do her harm.
Still heaving from another nightmare, my eyes fall on the sleeping beauty. Soft as swan-feathers, I allow my knuckles to graze her cheek.
“Angel...?” I murmur groggily, peering at her as she squints and let out a small moan.
“Aug...” she asks, shifting gently on top of me, “what’s wrong, wolf-cub?”
My finger runs beneath her chin, tilting her head to study that loving gaze. There is nothing there but trust and devotion, swaying harmonically in the many hues of her irises.
“Nothing, pet, I just...”
My sight darkens, black tendrils of painful memories hinge at my brain. An abandoned little kid, sitting outside the door with his hands covering his ears and his face damp with salty tears.
“Angel, can you hold me?”
Gracious as she is, she lifts herself from my body. Mercy and sadness well in her glossy eyes, and she nods without asking any questions. I turn on my side, letting her climb behind me and press against my back. Smaller than me, she wraps her slender limbs around my body. Her legs engulf my torso, her lips rest at my temple, planting a ghost of a kiss.
“Better, my love?” she asks and kisses me again, tightening her grip around my chest as if we will both fall if she doesn’t hold me.
I grab onto her wrists and smile to myself as the warmth of solace fills my empty chest.
“It’s always better when you’re here.”
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okay the first part was the perfect start to my morning, just wowie 🥺 I think imma make some chocolate chip cookies now. but now I’m stressed that I’ve read the last bit and ahhhhhhhhh woman why?! why can’t our girl just be happy ya know? 🥺
Not Your Forever - Chapter 3
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Reader, Clark Kent/Reader
Word Count: 2,403
Summary: Steve Rogers made a choice…and it wasn’t you.
Chapter Summary: A brief chat leaves you with some questions.
No Steve in this chapter, lovelies. Sorry! This is not beta read and any and all mistakes are my own.
Please let me know if you’d like to be added (or removed) from tags! Divider by @whimsicalrogers .
“Rise and shine,” you heard as you opened your eyes. The smell of chocolate chip cookies hit you, which put a smile on your face as you remembered how you met Clark.
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damn 🥺
usually im a Steve Rogers girl all the way, but wowie Clark Kent is really stealing my heart away right now. love this whole story so far girlie! im so excited to read more, and fall more in love with Mr. Kent, and probably end up hating Steve’s guts by the end of it 😂😘
Not Your Forever - Chapter 2
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Reader, Clark Kent/Reader
Word Count: 2,588
Summary: Steve Rogers made a choice…and it wasn’t you.
I can’t believe the positive reaction this received and I just had to continue. I feel like it won’t live up to expectations (haha), but I hope you enjoy!
This is not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own!
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The silence lasted a second. Then it stretched to another. And another. Your former lover’s gaze was drawn to your engagement ring as he tried to find the words. It wasn’t flashy or over the top, but the diamond seemed to glow under the sudden attention.
“You’re engaged?” Steve asked, his voice even in contrast to the storm in his eyes.
“I am,” you said proudly.
“How did this happen?”
“Well,” Clark began. “We had a romantic dinner, I got down one knee and after-”
“I don’t think that’s what he meant, Clark,” you interrupted, trying not to smile at his humor.
“Sorry. My mistake.”
The Captain’s gaze was calculating as it swept over your fiance. “You’re funny.”
“Hope thinks I am.”
“Hope?” Steve repeated in confusion.
“It’s a nickname for me,” you clarified. “It’s…well, it’s an inside joke.”
The hurt look reappeared on the Captain’s face. There was no denying the fondness in your tone or the tenderness in Clark’s eyes. Maybe he thought you were both making a joke at his expense. Frankly, you weren’t in the mood to ease his worries.
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oh. my. god. 🥺🧡🔥
im so scared and so excited to read more!
Not Your Forever
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Reader
Word Count: 1,740
Summary: Steve Rogers made a choice…and it wasn’t you.
Hey! Not sure if this will turn into a series or not. Maybe if people want more? This was inspired by @donutloverxo @captain-a-rogerss and @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho Week 4 Challenge!
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Part of you had known from the beginning that your relationship with Steve was doomed to fail. You ignored that nagging voice in your mind though because you were happy. He gave you hope, even with how dark the world had been. He made you laugh and smile like no one else could. And you thought that maybe…you were enough for him. But you never were.
How could you be enough when his heart was never yours? His heart had already been given away long ago. It was easy to blame yourself for getting in too deep, but you never thought he would have a chance to go back. And…you naively never thought he would take the opportunity if it came up.
The moment he asked to talk to you alone before returning the stones, you knew. It was the beginning of the end. He paced slowly as he tried to speak. Silently, you waited until you couldn’t take the quiet any longer.
“You’re not coming back…are you?”
Steve slowly shook his head as he faced you. “No…I’m not.”
You nodded as tears filled your eyes. “So…this is it then, is it?”
“It’s…I never meant to hurt you,” he swore when you began to cry.
“Yes, you did,” you whispered.
“No,” he said, looking stricken as he dropped down in front of you and took your hand. “The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you. If I had met you first…”
You quickly pulled your hand away. “So because you met her FIRST, that makes a difference? You said she had a life. A family. She moved on.”
Steve’s jaw clenched a bit, not responding.
“She’s good enough to have a life with, but I’m not?” you asked as you began to openly sob. “Why am I not enough?”
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A little motivation/distraction :)
Hey y’all! So I haven’t posted in a little while, mainly because life is really complicated and messy right now. I want to get back into the swing of things, so if you guys have requests, please send them my way! It would be greatly appreciated and I think that’s the thing that’ll get me motivated to get in the writing headspace again. I write for Henry Cavill, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Dacre Montgomery, Adam Driver, Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, and a lot of their characters! I really don’t even know if there is anyone here anymore (if there ever was lol) because of the inactivity but just know that if you are here, I’m so very thankful for you and I hope your day is amazing and that you are staying happy and healthy. Thanks again y’all!
#henry cavill#chris evans#sebastian stan#dacre montgomery#adam driver#jared padalecki#jensen ackels#reader#writing is hard#sorry yall
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Sweatshirt
Sebastian Stan x reader (313 words)
Crisp autumn air surrounded you, and you may have been enjoying it if it weren’t so fucking cold. You’d forgotten your jacket at home and were seriously regretting it. Your boyfriend, Sebastian, had not, and he was definitely rubbing it in. His hoodie looked phenomenal on him, but you were just wishing it was on you. The largeness of it would drown you but in the best way possible.
“Babe…” you beamed at him with the best puppy eyes you could muster “do you think, just maybe, that I could wear your sweatshirt for a minute?” Your hands were already numb and with every passing second your will to stay outside and look at the city lights was wearing. It was supposed to be a romantic date night and in this moment, it seemed like the worst idea you’d ever had.
“You’re the one who forgot your jacket on the date that YOU planned.”
“Pretty please?”
He gazed into your eyes and put his hand on the side of your cheek. Instinctively you leaned into his touch, the warmth of his hand mixed with the loving brush of his thumb on your cheek was familiar and welcoming. His gentle touches like this reminded you of how much you really loved the man “Give me a ten to think about it”
“God damnit Seb! Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie! I am your partner after all, and you never fail to remind me of how much you love me!” you pleaded with him “Babe, please! Just five minutes with the sweatshirt!”
He must have been in the mood to tease because the only thing he said was “I don’t know Y/n, you see it’s just so warm and fuzzy, we’ll just have to see” you were honestly worried for what you were going to have to do for that damn sweatshirt.
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A/n: Hey ya’ll, it’s short and is kind of a piece of shit but there’s actually some smut in this one. 18+ only please! Read at your own risk. Also not my gif lol
Henry Cavill x reader (453 words)
You watched as your boyfriend experitally moved around the kitchen. Chopping this, stirring that, and all the other mundane things that came with cooking. But there was something so captivating about watching Henry do it, that made it fascinating in a way. His hands working tirelessly to make you a delicious homemade meal, in all honesty you were hoping for something a bit more homemade, you know?
Nothing turned you on like his hands. The way they moved, how big they were, how every little thing he did with them was so skillfully thought out and executed. He made the most humdrum things exquisite. “God I love your hands” you purred. Loving the way his eyebrow raised and chuckled at you while he continued cutting the carrots in front of you. You continued to stare and sip your wine as he finished cutting them down into equal sized pieces.
He shook his head and wordlessly put down his knife on the cutting board before making his way to the sink. You gazed as he lazily flicked the faucet on and washed his hands with the steaming hot water. He was teasing you, you were sure of it. He dried his hands off, making sure to get every drop that he possibly could before he eyed you fiercely “Let’s put them to good use then”.
Three steps later he roughly grabbed your waist and hoisted you up, instinctively you wrapped your legs around his hips. His muscular arms tightened around you as he carried you to the couch. Your teeth clicking together as you kissed in a messy, fiery passion. He set you down with a huff and quickly got to work removing your clothes as you shivered from both the temperature change and the desire that was diffusing off of the both of you.
One of his hands came up to pin your wrists together, while the other started playing with your wetness. He stayed like that for a moment, just teasing you with the tips of his fingers before he finally sank them into your soaked folds. He worked you over with frantic movements and you bit back moans as best as you could. You could feel the coil in your gut ready to burst. His harsh movements continued and he released his grip on your wrists, trusting you to keep them there and moved his hand down straight to your clit. His movements on both your clit and the way his fingers were plunging in and out of you brought you over the edge with a loud yelp.
If that was a hint in any way for how the rest of your night was going to go, you were beyond ready.
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