#sending you lots of warm hugs 💖

[tiny-pretty-sana]

gf sana | headcanons

warning: nsfw content (+18), men and minors dni

sfw

sana is a ray of sunshine, the type of person that lights up a room as soon as she gets in

she’s welcoming, warm, and full of energy like having a coffee in a winter morning

she’s a dangerous combination of cute and sexy, she’s aware and she takes advantage of that. she knows exactly what to say and how to act to get her way

sana the type of girl that gets princess treatment without having to ask for it

you get her flowers, open the door for her, give her your jacket, carry her bag and you will do everything it takes to get the plushie she wants at the fair

she is aware of everything you do for her, she appreciates it and gives you all that love back

she is very empathetic. it helps to solve conflicts most of the time, but sometimes it can really affect her to see you upset and she cries with you the same way she celebrates your achievements as if they are her own

she’s an it girl, she’s up to date with the latest fashion trends, likes designer clothes and has an amazing fashion sense. since she's your girlfriend you've started to dress better

she takes you shopping and chooses your outfits on special occasions but her favorite thing is to wear subtle matching outfits with you

her love language is physical touch, so expect a huge amount of skinship

she clings to you, kisses you, hugs you, holds your hand, caresses you, plays with your hair, strokes you… she always has her hands all over you

she doesn’t mind pda to the point it can be too much and you sometimes have to stop her because things can get too cheesy or heated

she showers you with love and she wants everyone to know how much she loves you and how special you are

she posts ig stories of you with cute emojis or texts, photo dumps of your dates and she will randomly bring you up in conversation when you aren’t there

she will ask you to take a lot photos of her when you go on dates

her gifts are always expensive, luxurious, useful and she never misses

sana has a flirtatious personality, it’s something that just comes natural to her. she’s playful, she enjoys teasing you and likes seeing you get nervous but if you respond with the same energy you will have her blushing and giggling

she likes the attention and sometimes she might be flirty with her friends or strangers but you don’t really mind, you know she just likes attention and having a bit of fun

however don’t you dare to flirt with anyone that isn't her because she’s possessive and the jealous type of girlfriend. she’s been clear about that since the beginning and you actually love seeing this side of her

you can easily tell when she's jealous/mad because she looks like she’s about to slit the throat of anyone that gets too close or too touchy with you for her liking with her perfectly done nails

when she's jealous not even her empathy can save you. she won’t say anything, she will give you a cold shoulder until you apologize or convince her that she’s the only one for you

she always sends you mirror photos when she’s in the changing room, when she likes her outfit or when she tries a new make up even if you’re in the same room

when you aren't together she's the type of girlfriend that sends you a bunch of texts with a bunch of emojis and a bunch of exclamation marks

"good morning baby!💟" "have a great dayyy!!!🩷" "have you eaten yet?" "💗💗💗💗💗" "drink water!!! 😡💗" "i miss youuu!!! > < 💗" "good night babyyyy!!! 💖"

nsfw

as someone that expresses her love mostly through physical touch being intimate isn't essential or the center of your relationship, but it's important to her

she likes to make the best of these moments whether they are planned, spontaneous, rushed, soft and slow or fast and rough she will make you feel special, loved, desired, wanted and even worshiped

sana is a passionate, skilled and generous lover

that dangerous mix of cuteness and sexiness is also present in the room she might blush, giggle and cover her face and the next second she's whispering the filthiest things that she wants you to do to her in your ear

when you call her "princess" something just clicks in her brain

she is pretty much a switch in every sense of the word she enjoys bottoming, topping, being in charge and letting you have control

she's possessive, so of course she likes to mark you up and leave hickeys and bites all over your neck and other hidden places. luckily they're subtle enough so they can only be noticed if someone gets a litter too close

sana is usually so touchy that it is hard to tell apart when she is being her usual needy self and when she is just being a brat and is teasing you

casual touches on your thighs, kisses too close to the mouth, glances that undress you, praises that get a little too suggestive…

she's a tease, she likes attention and also praising, so sending you pictures of her cute outfits is not the only thing she does. when you're at work or out with coworkers or friend it's likely that you'll receive pictures of sana in underwear or lingerie if she feels like behaving because if she isn't she will be completely naked doing ungodly poses

she's a kinky girl, open to try new things and isn't shy about it, in fact she has made a few great suggestions that now are part of your routine

her main kinks are praising, degradation, bondage and orgasm control

she loves mix of praising and degradation "you're such a good slut for me, aren't you?" "taking me so well like the little whore you are" "my pretty slut"

she loves when you use the strap on her and she has recently started wearing the strap as well and you can't choose if she is better at giving or receiving

when you're using the strap she loves to do this thing . you lay on your back, she gets between your legs and her hand starts teasing you with strokes on your inner thighs, then she slides a finger between your folds and as soon as she feels your wetness she wraps her lips around the tip of the strap locking her eyes with yours if you're strong enough to look at her

she loves teasing but she hates being teased

if you tease her in an inappropriate place or at an inappropriate time when she can't do anything about it when you finally get home she'll make you sit in a chair in front of the bed and will make you watch while she touches herself

when this happens there are clear rules: 1. you can’t touch her 2. you can’t touch yourself

she is very vocal. she tells you what she wants, where to touch her and how to do it but she also moans without restraining herself and always lets you know how close she is and how good it feels

aftercare is just a long intimate session of cuddles and kisses

[muiitoloko]

Hi! First of all, i love all of your works <3 your works make my day a lot better!

Can i ask if you ok with daddy kink or not? or maybe sugar daddy/baby girl?

If yes, do you have plan to write any Alan characters with this plot? (I would love to read about Frank🫣)

Title: By His Command

Summary: Frank’s commanding nature is matched only by his desire to please and protect you. A night of teasing turns into an exploration of trust and passion.

Pairing: Frank Benson × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, Daddy kink

Author's Notes: Hi there! 😊 Thank you so much for your lovely words—they truly make my day brighter! 💖 Regarding your question, I’m open to exploring daddy kink and sugar daddy/baby girl dynamics in my stories. In fact, I’ve been thinking about incorporating these themes with some of the Alan characters, including Frank! 🫣 Your enthusiasm and support mean the world to me, and I’d love to create something special for you and other fans. Stay tuned, and thanks again for the awesome suggestion! 🥰✨

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Frank sat at the kitchen table, attempting to focus on his dinner, but his attention kept straying to you. The clinking of pots and pans as you washed up only drew his gaze back again and again, especially with those tiny denim shorts hugging your curves like a second skin. Every movement you made was unintentional torture—the way you leaned forward, your hips swaying slightly, your thighs exposed, your perfect ass practically calling to him.

He gripped his fork tighter, his hazel eyes narrowing as he tried to tear his gaze away and focus on the plate in front of him. But his hand itched, the urge building with each passing second. Frank had always prided himself on his discipline, but tonight it was wearing thin.

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. He set his fork down with deliberate precision, his baritone voice breaking the comfortable silence. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me, sweetheart?”

You paused, glancing over your shoulder with an innocent smile. “What do you mean, Frank?” you asked, your tone sweet but knowing, as if you were fully aware of the effect you were having on him.

Frank’s hazel eyes darkened, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You know damn well what I mean,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous, sending a shiver down your spine.

You turned back to the sink, a mischievous glint in your eye as you reached for another pot. “I’m just cleaning up, Daddy,” you said innocently, using the title you knew would ignite something primal in him.

Frank pushed his chair back, the sound of it scraping against the floor making your heart race. You could hear his heavy, deliberate footsteps approaching, and before you could say another word, his large hand came down hard on your ass, the sound echoing in the kitchen.

“Frank!” you gasped, half in surprise, half in delight, as the sting spread deliciously across your skin.

He leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear as he growled, “That’s for teasing me, baby girl. Wearing those tiny shorts, swaying your hips like that… you know exactly what you’re doing.”

You bit your lip, your cheeks flushing as you turned to face him, your back pressed against the counter. His hands came to rest on either side of you, trapping you in, his broad chest just inches from yours. His hazel eyes bore into yours, filled with a mix of frustration and desire.

“I think you like driving me mad,” he muttered, his hooked nose brushing against yours as he leaned in closer. “But you forget who’s in charge here.”

You swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper. “You are, Daddy.”

“That’s right,” he murmured, his hand trailing up your thigh, rough and possessive, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “And if you keep acting like a naughty little girl, I’m going to have to remind you exactly what happens to brats like you.”

Your breath hitched as his fingers traced the edge of your shorts, his touch firm yet teasing. “Maybe I like being reminded,” you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation.

Frank let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. “Oh, you like it, do you?” he said, his voice dripping with dark amusement. His hand slid up further, cupping your ass through the thin denim. “Then you’d better be ready for what’s coming.”

Before you could respond, Frank’s lips were on yours, claiming you with a hunger that made your knees weak. His kiss was firm, demanding, his hands roaming over your body as if he couldn’t get enough of you. When he pulled back, his hazel eyes were blazing with desire.

“Bedroom. Now,” he commanded, his voice a low growl that sent a thrill through you.

You nodded, your heart pounding as you turned to obey, but Frank stopped you with a sharp slap to your ass. “Not so fast,” he murmured, pulling you back against him. “You think I’m letting you off that easy? I’ve got plans for you, baby girl.”

His hands gripped your hips, guiding you toward the table instead. “Bend over,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Your cheeks flushed as you complied, leaning over the table, your tiny shorts riding up even higher. Frank’s hands roamed over your ass, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts and pulling them down slowly, savoring the sight of you exposed before him.

“You’ve been teasing me all night,” he muttered, his baritone voice rough with desire. “Now, it’s my turn.”

His lips trailed down your spine, his hands kneading your hips as he took his time, making you squirm beneath his touch. “Such a perfect little thing,” he murmured, his fingers brushing over your skin. “All mine.”

You let out a soft moan, arching your back as his touch grew more insistent. “Daddy, please…” you whispered, your voice trembling with need.

Frank smirked, his hands gripping your hips firmly as he leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear. “Oh, you’re going to beg, baby girl,” he murmured, his voice a sinful promise. “And I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”

Frank’s first slap landed sharply on your ass, the sound echoing in the kitchen. You let out a soft gasp, wincing at the sting. “Frank!” you whined, glancing over your shoulder at him. His hazel eyes gleamed with a mixture of discipline and amusement, his baritone voice calm but firm.

“Quiet,” he commanded, his large hand smoothing over the spot he’d just struck, only to bring it down again, harder this time. “You don’t get to tease me all night and not face the consequences, baby girl.”

Each slap was deliberate, measured, the sharp sting spreading warmth through your skin as you squirmed against the table. “Daddy, please…” you whimpered, your voice trembling with both protest and anticipation.

Frank chuckled darkly, his hooked nose brushing against the back of your neck as he leaned down. “Oh no, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice a low growl. “You don’t get to beg your way out of this. Not yet.” His hand came down again, the sting radiating through your body, leaving your ass cheeks tinged with red.

You whimpered, your fingers gripping the edge of the table as his punishment continued, each slap igniting a mix of pain and pleasure that sent heat pooling low in your belly. “Frank…” you moaned, your voice breathy as you writhed under his hand.

He finally stopped, his hand resting on your heated skin, fingers tracing soothing circles over the red marks he’d left. “There’s my good girl,” he murmured, his tone softening as he leaned down to press a kiss to the small of your back. “You took that so well for me.”

Sliding his hands under your thighs, he helped you stand upright, his strong arms supporting you as you steadied yourself. He tugged your tiny shorts back up, his fingers lingering on your hips as he adjusted the waistband. “Go upstairs,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding. “Get ready for me. You’ve got five minutes.”

Your heart raced at his words, knowing exactly what he meant. Without hesitation, you turned and made your way up the stairs, your legs trembling slightly from the intensity of the moment. Behind you, Frank stayed in the kitchen, his hazel eyes following your retreating form with a possessive gleam.

He reached down to adjust the gun tucked securely into the waistband of his pants, a weapon he never went without, a habit born from years of discipline and responsibility. He carefully set it on the counter, the cool metal glinting under the kitchen lights. Despite his rough exterior and commanding demeanor, Frank was meticulous in everything he did. Like the disciplined soldier he had always been, he moved with purpose, setting the table, wiping it down, and putting away the leftovers from his dinner.

With the kitchen spotless, Frank stood for a moment, his white hair damp from sweat, his chubby frame exuding a quiet strength. He ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath before heading upstairs, his steps slow and deliberate, the anticipation building with each step.

When he entered the bedroom, he found you exactly as he expected—kneeling at the foot of the bed, your hands resting on your thighs, your head bowed slightly in submission. The sight sent a surge of heat through him, his hazel eyes darkening as they roamed over your body.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his baritone voice low and thick with desire as he stepped closer. “My perfect little girl, always so eager to please her daddy.”

You lifted your head, meeting his gaze with wide, adoring eyes. “I’m ready for you, Daddy,” you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation.

Frank smirked, his hooked nose casting a shadow as he tilted his head, taking in every inch of you. “Good,” he said simply, his voice a rumble that sent shivers down your spine. He reached out, his fingers trailing over your cheek before slipping under your chin, tilting your face up to meet his. “You know what to do.”

You nodded, your heart racing as you leaned forward, your hands moving to the waistband of his pants. As you began to unfasten them, Frank’s hand came to rest on the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he watched you with a mixture of patience and hunger.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me tonight,” he murmured, his voice dripping with approval. “Let’s see if you can keep it up.”

His words sent a thrill through you, and as you worked to please him, you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love for the man who had always taken such good care of you. Despite his rough edges and commanding demeanor, Frank’s devotion to you was unwavering, and in moments like these, you felt it more deeply than ever.

As you knelt before Frank, your hands gripping his thighs for balance, you looked up to find him completely lost in the pleasure you were giving him. His hazel eyes fluttered closed, his head tilted slightly back, and his jaw slackened, though he quickly caught himself and straightened, his hand tightening its grip in your hair. A small, stifled sound escaped his throat, and you felt a thrill knowing you had almost broken through his carefully maintained composure.

Frank’s outdated sense of masculinity still clung to him like his uniform—a constant reminder of his discipline and control. He believed men shouldn’t moan in bed, shouldn’t let go entirely, but you had made it your personal mission to shatter that illusion. The suppressed groans rumbling in his chest only spurred you on, your tongue swirling around him as your lips slid down his length.

“Goddammit, girl,” he muttered, his baritone voice thick with desire as he glanced down at you, his hazel eyes dark and burning with barely restrained lust. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

You smirked, your lips still wrapped around him, the vibrations from your hum sending a shiver through his body. His fingers tangled tighter in your hair, pulling you slightly closer as he tried to maintain his control. “That mouth of yours,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, “is far too skilled for your own good, little one.”

You pulled back slightly, letting him slide out with an audible pop, your eyes locked on his as you licked your lips. “Is that so, Daddy?” you whispered, your voice soft and teasing. “Maybe I’m just trying to make you lose that control you’re so proud of.”

Frank chuckled darkly, though the sound was strained, his arousal evident in the way his chest rose and fell with each labored breath. “Oh, you like pushing your luck, don’t you?” he growled, his hand tightening in your hair as he tilted your head back to force you to meet his gaze. “Be careful, little girl. You’re playing a dangerous game.”

Your smile widened, and you leaned forward again, brushing your lips over the sensitive head of his cock. “Maybe I like playing with fire,” you murmured, your tongue flicking out to taste him. “Especially when it’s you, Daddy.”

His breath hitched, and for a brief moment, his composure cracked, a low, guttural groan escaping him before he clenched his jaw, stifling the sound. You saw the flicker of frustration in his eyes as he regained control, his grip on your hair firm but not painful.

“You’re a menace,” he muttered, his hooked nose flaring slightly as he inhaled deeply, his chest rising and falling with effort. “Always testing me, always pushing.” His other hand reached down, cupping your chin as his thumb traced over your swollen lips. “But you’re mine, aren’t you?”

You nodded, your voice breathy as you whispered, “Yes, Daddy. Always yours.”

“Good girl,” he said, his voice softening slightly, though the dominant edge remained. “Now get back to it. I’m not done with you yet.”

You obeyed without hesitation, taking him into your mouth again, hollowing your cheeks as you slid down his length. His fingers tightened in your hair, his hips rocking forward slightly, his breath catching as he watched you work. Each flick of your tongue, each moan you let out around him, pushed him closer to the edge, his control slipping bit by bit.

“Christ, you’re perfect,” he muttered, his voice a low rasp as his hazel eyes burned with desire. “The way you look at me… the way you take me…” He trailed off, his jaw clenching again as another moan threatened to escape. “Fuck,” he growled under his breath, his frustration with himself evident as he struggled to maintain his composure.

You pulled back once more, your lips glistening as you looked up at him, your voice a soft, teasing whisper. “Let go, Frank. Let me hear you.”

His hazel eyes met yours, a flicker of hesitation flashing across his face before it melted away, replaced by something raw and primal. With a low growl, he cupped your face in both hands, pulling you to your feet in one swift motion. His lips crashed against yours, demanding and hungry, as he backed you toward the bed.

“You want me to let go?” he murmured against your lips, his voice a dark, sinful promise. “Fine. But don’t think for a second you’re in control here.”

Frank’s hands gripped your shoulders firmly as he pushed you gently back onto the bed, his hazel eyes locking onto yours with a possessive, almost predatory gleam. His baritone voice, calm and commanding, sent a shiver down your spine as he murmured, “You’ve been testing me all night, sweetheart. Now it’s time I remind you who’s in charge.”

Your breath caught as he leaned over you, his hooked nose brushing against your cheek as he inhaled deeply, his lips grazing your ear. “Daddy’s been far too patient with you, hasn’t he?” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “Letting you push, letting you tease. But that ends now.”

You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper as you replied, “Yes, Daddy.” The words sent a thrill through you, your body already trembling with anticipation as his large hands slid down your sides, exploring every curve as though staking his claim.

Frank chuckled softly, the sound rumbling deep in his chest as his fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down slowly, deliberately, his gaze never leaving yours. “Such a pretty little thing,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Always so eager for me.”

As he knelt between your legs, his hands gripped your thighs firmly, spreading you wide beneath him. His eyes roamed over you, taking in every inch, every detail, his expression filled with dark appreciation. “Look at you,” he said, his voice a low growl. “So perfect, so needy. All mine.”

You moaned softly as his fingers brushed over your sensitive folds, teasing you, making you squirm beneath his touch. “Please, Daddy,” you whispered, your voice trembling with need. “I need you.”

He smirked, his thumb pressing lightly against your clit, drawing a gasp from your lips as he leaned in closer. “You need me, do you?” he murmured, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “Then show me how much, baby girl. Beg for it.”

Your cheeks flushed, but the words spilled from your lips without hesitation. “Please, Daddy. Please touch me. I need you inside me. I can’t take it anymore.”

Frank’s hazel eyes darkened with satisfaction as he slid a finger inside you, his movements slow and deliberate, drawing out every gasp and whimper as he explored you. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice a soft growl. “So wet for me. So ready.”

His finger moved with practiced precision, each curl and stroke sending waves of pleasure through you, but he didn’t let you get too close, pulling back just as your hips bucked against him. “Not yet, baby girl,” he said, his voice firm but teasing. “You don’t get to cum until I say so.”

You whimpered, your body aching with need as he withdrew his hand, his fingers glistening with your arousal. He brought them to his lips, tasting you with a low hum of approval before leaning down to capture your lips in a heated kiss. The taste of yourself on him only fueled your desire, and you reached out, your hands gripping his shirt as you pulled him closer.

Frank pulled back just enough to smirk down at you, his hooked nose casting shadows over his flushed face. “Impatient little thing, aren’t you?” he murmured, his voice laced with amusement. “Don’t worry, baby girl. Daddy’s going to take care of you.”

He undressed slowly, his white hair catching the soft light of the room as he bared himself to you, his chubby frame exuding strength and authority. When he finally settled over you, his weight pressing you into the mattress, you felt a sense of safety and anticipation all at once.

Frank reached between you, guiding himself to your entrance, his hazel eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. “Ready, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice softer now, a hint of tenderness breaking through his commanding tone.

“Yes, Daddy,” you whispered, your legs wrapping around his waist as you pulled him closer. “Please… I need you.”

With a low groan, Frank pushed inside you, his movements slow and deliberate, letting you feel every inch of him as he filled you completely. “Fuck, baby girl,” he muttered, his voice rough with desire. “You feel so good… so tight.”

You gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move, his thrusts deep and measured, each one igniting sparks of pleasure that made your body arch against him. “That’s it,” he murmured, his lips brushing over your neck as he found a steady rhythm. “Take me, baby girl. Take all of me.”

His pace quickened, his control slipping as he lost himself in you, his breaths coming in ragged gasps against your ear. “You drive me fucking mad,” he growled, his voice a low rumble. “The way you feel, the way you moan for me… you’re perfect.”

“Daddy…” you whimpered, your body trembling beneath him as you felt yourself nearing the edge, your hips bucking against his as you chased your release. “Please… I’m so close.”

Frank’s hand slid between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and pressing firmly, his movements sending you spiraling over the edge. You cried out, your body tightening around him as your orgasm washed over you, leaving you breathless and trembling in his arms.

The sensation pushed Frank over the edge as well, a low, guttural groan escaping him as he buried himself deep inside you, his release filling you as he shuddered against you. “That’s my good girl,” he murmured, his voice rough and satisfied as he collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms.

As you lay together, his fingers tracing lazy circles over your back, Frank pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice filled with both possessiveness and affection. “Always mine.”

Frank let out a low, contented sigh as he pulled you into his arms, his large hand stroking your back in slow, soothing circles. You nestled closer, feeling the comforting weight of his body beside yours. For a moment, the world felt perfectly still, just the sound of your breaths mingling in the quiet bedroom. But Frank’s discipline always loomed—never letting him linger too long in any state of vulnerability.

He shifted beneath you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before murmuring, “Stay here, sweetheart. I need to clean up.”

You whined softly, clutching at his arm. “But I like you here. Don’t leave yet, Daddy.”

Frank chuckled, the deep timbre of his baritone voice rumbling through you. “I’m not going far,” he assured you, his hazel eyes warm with affection. “Let me take care of you.”

Reluctantly, you let him go, watching as he pulled himself up with a quiet grunt, his slightly chubby frame moving with surprising grace. He disappeared into the bathroom, returning moments later with a damp, warm cloth. You couldn’t help but smile as he knelt beside you, carefully cleaning the evidence of your shared passion from your skin. His touch was tender, almost reverent, as though cherishing every moment of caring for you.

“This side of you,” you murmured, brushing a hand over his hooked nose and down to his cheek. “So in charge, yet so soft. I love it.”

He smirked, his lips curling in that way that always made your heart flutter. “I take care of what’s mine,” he said simply, his baritone voice steady and assured. “Always.”

Once he was satisfied, he tucked you back under the covers, pressing a kiss to your temple before pulling on his pants. Your brows knit together as you watched him. “Where are you going?” you asked, your voice tinged with concern.

Frank reached for his shirt, his expression calm but resolute. “I left my gun downstairs,” he stated matter-of-factly, already buttoning his pants. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

You frowned, sitting up in bed. “Frank, can’t it wait? Come back to bed with me. The house is secure—nothing’s going to happen.”

He paused, turning to face you, his hazel eyes softening just a fraction. “Sweetheart,” he began, his voice gentle but firm, “I know you feel safe here, and that’s good. But it’s my job to make sure you stay safe. Always. I don’t leave my weapon out of reach—ever.”

You pouted, crossing your arms. “You’re too careful sometimes.”

“And that’s why you’re here, safe and sound,” he countered, his hooked nose flaring slightly as he exhaled. “Discipline, love. A military man never lets his guard down. Even in a quiet neighborhood like this, security is everything.”

As he headed for the bedroom door, you called after him, your voice laced with playful defiance. “You’re ridiculous. Who walks around their own house with a gun at night?”

Frank paused, looking over his shoulder with a knowing smirk. “A man who loves his girl and wants her to sleep soundly. That’s who.” His tone softened as he added, “I’ll check the doors and windows while I’m at it. Be right back, baby girl.”

You sighed, sinking back into the pillows, a mix of exasperation and admiration coursing through you. Frank’s protectiveness was frustrating at times, but it was also one of the reasons you felt so loved, so cherished.

Downstairs, you could hear his deliberate footsteps moving through the house. You imagined him walking from room to room, his sharp hazel eyes scanning every lock, every latch, his hand brushing over the cool metal of his gun as he ensured everything was secure. The thought of him taking his role as protector so seriously sent a warmth spreading through your chest.

When he returned, his broad shoulders silhouetted in the doorway, you couldn’t help but smile. “All clear, Lieutenant General?” you teased, your tone light but affectionate.

He set his gun on the bedside table, his gaze softening as he climbed back into bed beside you. “All clear,” he confirmed, pulling you into his arms once more. “Now, where were we?”

You nestled against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “You’re impossible,” you murmured, your words muffled against his skin.

“And you wouldn’t have me any other way,” he replied, his voice a low rumble as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

You sighed contentedly, letting his warmth and strength surround you, feeling safer than ever in the arms of the man who would do anything to protect you.

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Don't Speak 45

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating, dissociation, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)

Character: librarian!Andy Barber

Note: took a while.

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When Ann leaves, you don’t move. You can’t. The ceiling light shines down on you, glimmering with your tears as they tremble along your eyelids. 

Naked and used, you melt into the mattress, a part of it, a thing just like it. You don’t know how long you stay like that. The white ceiling turns your vision spotty as your eyes go out of focus. No sounds can reach you as your ears close to the world. Your existence is empty. You are the toy Ann claimed you as. 

Your eyes close out of sheer exhaustion. Your head thumps with the shallow sleep that falls upon you. It’s less than restful, more an unfeeling trance, as you stay torturously chained to your reality. 

There’s a creak and a click. You feel a shift and something warm touches your arm. A rustle sends a shiver across your body and warmth settles over you. Your eyes roll open as a figure sits at the edge of the bed. You wince as Steve’s large hand closes around your shoulder. He squeezes as he gazes down at you. 

“You need anything, sweetie?” He asks softly. 

You don’t answer. You just blink. He exhales and lets you go as he stands. He turns on the lamp and retreats to shut off the overhead light. He returns to you as a hazy shadow. 

He lowers himself again, the bed dipping beneath him. You struggle to move your stiff arms, hugging yourself beneath the blanket as your teeth chatter. He tickles along your forehead and hums. 

“I’m sorry about Ann,” he says, “she shouldn’t have said all that.” 

You stare up at him. It’s okay. Is it? You don’t know. 

“I... you know you’re more to me than that, right?” He pets your cheek. His touch doesn’t make your skin crawl like Ann’s. His body heat melds into you, enshrining you. You can’t help but lean into his hand. “You liked it, didn’t you? You wanted it? I felt you. I felt how much you liked it.” 

You lower your lashes and wiggle your nose. You nod. Even then, a flicker of the thrill rises in you at the though of him inside of you. It wasn’t bad at all. Scary but not bad. Not compared to Andy. 

“I shouldn’t have run away like that, honey--” 

You flinch and grab his hand. You latch on tightly and shake your head, “don’t... don’t call me honey.” 

His cheeks dimple and his eyes brows slant. His expression softens and he nods, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” 

“It’s okay,” you croak, clinging to his hand as you feel his thick fingers. He’s so much bigger than you but it doesn’t scare you. 

“I meant to stay. I wanted to. To hold you but I... Ann can be a lot, can’t she?” 

Your eyes round and you clamp your lips shut. You don’t say a word. He curls his fingers around the tips of yours. 

“Did she hurt you?” He rasps. 

You look at him. He’s so handsome. Just as handsome as always. 

“A little,” you murmur. 

His face falls and he dips his head down. He lets out a long breath, “I won’t let her do that again.” 

“Okay,” your eyes wander over to watch his hand. The way he holds onto you makes your insides dance. 

“Sweetie,” he intones, “can I.... can I hold you now?” 

Your gaze flits back to him. You quiver as you bob your head up and down, “please.” 

A soft smile curls his lips. He shifts carefully and reluctantly untangles his hand from yours. He lifts the edge of the blanket as he angles his body straight, parallel to yours. He wears only a pair of boxers and a dark red tee. 

As he rests on his shoulder, he leans back to the lamp and flicks the switch. The room darkens as he rolls back to you. He slides his arm beneath you, jostling you just a little. He presses flush to your side and rests his other hand on your stomach. 

“How’s that, sweetie?” 

You shiver and turn onto your side. You loop your arm around him and nestle your head against his chest. You wiggle closer, desperately holding onto him as you close your eyes.  

“I like it,” you inhale his scent, the faint medley of cologne and his sweat. 

“I like it too,” he runs his hand up and down your back.  

You press your hand to his back, “next time... can it just be us?” 

He’s quiet. You can hear his heart beat and your own. His hand crawls up to pet your head. 

“Sure, sweetie, we can figure it out.” 

🕊️

You’re awaken as Steve lets in a flow of cold air. Your arm slips limply onto the bed as he stands in the pale dim, the curtains lit by early morning. You murmur and rub your sleepy eyes as you sit up. 

“Sweetie,” he reaches to tug the blanket up your torso, “you should cover up.” 

You hug the blanket in embarrassment and keep it above your chest. He pushes his hair back and sniffs, inhaling deeply before huffing it out. You shimmy to the edge of the bed as he backs away. 

“Steve?” You babble dumbly. 

“Gotta get breakfast for the kids,” he keeps his voice low. He stops near the foot of the bed, “you should stay in here. I’ll bring you some.” 

“Oh?” You utter. 

“You had a long night,” he says, “and they’re loud in the mornings. Once Ann takes them off to school, we can... we can be together.” 

You hang your head, “okay.” 

“Promise,” he avows, “you need to sleep, huh?” 

You nod and lay back down. He clears his throat and you listen to his footfalls retreat to the door. He opens and shuts it softly. You curl up on your side and watch the shadows that line the baseboards. 

You just need to wait. That’s all. He’ll be back and then you can be together. Just you two. 

Your breath catches as the night before flood into your mind. Ann’s dusky voice tickles up the shell of your ear and her words make you shrink. The way she spoke, not just what she said, it made you feel so small, like nothing. To her, you were just a thing to be used and that’s what she did. 

You close your eyes and pull the blanket tight. You think of Steve and the warmth of him chases away the icy memories. You remember how his cheeks were slightly rosy and the way he felt buried in you. You made him like that. You made him grunt and groan and then he... finished. Inside of you. 

You reach down between your legs and delve your fingers between your folds. You bite your lip and hum. You press your fingers against your clit as it thrums and clamp your hand between your thighs. You keep it there as your body relaxes. Thoughts of Steve coax you back into a half-sleep. 

Between fantasies of his hands and his chest and his smile, you hear voices. Some chirpy, some even, all muffled on the other side of the walls and your subconscious. You sway on the tide of your fatigue, letting it carry you away from the turmoil storming at the back of your mind. 

When you’re next awoken, it’s Steve. As promised, he has breakfast. He sets a plate on the night table and pulls open the curtains tot let in the day. You sit up and the blanket once more unveils your nakedness. It doesn’t bother you like it used to. 

“Sweetie,” he sighs. 

He goes around the bed and finds your duffle on the chair. He takes out one of your shirts and brings it to you. You look down meekly and pull it on. 

“Hope you like pancakes,” he says as he sits on the edge of the bed and takes the plate. He puts it in your lap as you grip it by the edges. You look down at the little flapjacks stamped with the image of a cartoon dog. It makes you feel strange. He has kids... 

“Yeah, I like them,” you sniff and let the plate balance on your legs. You take the cutlery and cut into the fluffy batter. 

“Admittedly, I’m a low effort cook,” he chuckles as he puts his hand on your knee, squeezing through the quilt, “but the syrup’s from Quebec and the blueberries are straight from the grove. Ann and her ladies go berry picking on Sundays.” 

At the mention of his wife, you shrink. You focus on eating as you stomach strips itself from the inside. Before, your appetite was barely a tickle, now it’s vociferous. You’d mostly pushed around the dinner they served last night. 

“That’s nice,” you wisp. 

He’s quiet, rubbing your leg as you chew. 

“What’s going on? You okay?” 

You swallow and take another bite. You need time to figure that out. You don’t think you’ll do that any time soon. 

“I just want to be with you,” you say as you raise your chin, your eyes meeting his. 

He considers you, his lips thinning and slanting. 

“I know. And... I know this isn’t exactly how you pictured it.” 

“Why didn’t...” you begin, pausing to cute another square of pancake. You dab it in the syrup as you bite down on your courage, “why didn’t you tell me you’re married?” 

He’s quiet again. You peek up at him as he stares down. You look at his hand. A golden ring wraps around his finger. You point the fork at it. 

“You never wore that.” 

He tilts his head and takes a deep breath. He meets your eyes. He looks afraid. Of you. No one’s ever looked at you like that. 

“I know. I don’t wear it during session. I’m supposed to ask the questions so I try to be a non-entity with my patients. I’m there to listen,” he pinches the band and twists it, “and it’s... lighter without it.” 

You shove more pancake into your mouth. You frown. You look around the room; a house, a wife, kids... you don’t fit into any of it. 

“I should go home,” your voice cracks with the statement. It’s his turn to wince. 

“Home? You can’t go back to Andy.” 

“No, not there,” you say. 

A vee divets between his brows, “to Amber? No, I don’t think you’re ready for that.” 

“But this place--” 

“You’re welcome here, sweetie.” 

You deflate and poke at the pancakes. You’re not hungry anymore. You scrape the tines of the fork so the flapjack shreds to fluffy strips. 

“I’m just the same as I was anywhere. A burden.” 

“You’re not--” 

“I don’t want to do that again,” you snap. “Last night was... was.... scary.” 

“I know it was new, sweetie, but you had fun, didn’t you?” 

You part your lips and shrug. 

“You came. I felt it. You felt me too, didn’t you?” 

You gape at him. A tingle flows through you as you barely save the plate from sliding off your lap. You grasp it and close your mouth. 

“You did,” he affirms, “you want to be together, don’t you?” 

“Yes,” you whisper. 

“This is how we can be together.” 

“But Ann...” 

“I don’t think you’re seeing this the right way, sweetheart,” he reaches for the plate and you let him take it. He puts it on the table and sidles up the bed. He takes your hand and pulls it towards him. “Don’t look at Ann as just my wife, okay? She’s ours. All three of us are a unit. Think about it.” 

You suck in air and hold it in. Your pulse beats in your temple as you scrunch up your face. You let out the breath slowly as your eyes fall to his hand on yours. It didn’t feel like that when Andy held your head. That felt like a snare, like a cuff around your wrist, a chain tying you down. But when Steve touches you, when he just looks at you, you’re giddy and bright and safe. 

“Really?” You look up at him, “how does that work, though?” 

“Well, she’s my wife but you could be my wife too,” he explains, “and she’s your wife, I’m your husband but I’m hers too. There’s just three of us, sweetie. That’s all. And the kids, they love you.” 

“B-but...” you gulp, “but they’re not mine and... you can’t have two--” 

“Maybe not legally but that’s just paperwork. What right does the government have to tell us who to love,” he covers your hand with his other, rubbing it, “how about tonight, we’ll take it a bit slower, huh? I'll tell Ann to take it easy. It’ll all be up to you, sweetie, okay? You’re in charge.” 

“I... I guess I could... try?” You sputter. 

“Good,” he purrs, “you know, Ann really loves you.” 

“She does?” 

“Oh yeah, of course, and I know you can love her too,” he raises your hand and kisses your knuckles, “because I love both of you.” 

You stare at him, fixating on his lips as he lets your hand back down. You don’t care about all that other stuff, the touching, the licking, the rutting. You just want the little things. 

“What?” He asks, “did I miss something?” He pulls a hand away and wipes his chin, “I kinda scarfed everything down with the kids.” 

“No,” you breathe, “Steve?” Your eyes ping up to his, “I just... I just... I want a kiss. From you. I—It's all I ever wanted. I dreamt about it--” 

“About kissing me?” He giggles. 

“Mhmm,” you nod as you bite your lip. “Ever since... well... I shouldn’t say it.” 

“Since?” He prompts. 

You grin devilishly, “...Thanksgiving.” 

“Thanksgiving?” He repeats, “wow, well, can I tell you a secret?” 

“What?” 

“That’s all I could think about too,” he shifts, moving closer, “come here.” 

He brings his hand up under your chin. He leans in and you quiver, closing your eyes. His lips meet yours and sparks fly, all doubts dissipating. You touch his chest, feeling along the cotton of his shirt. You open your mouth and he accepts the invitation, his tongue invading hungrily as he eats you up. You tilt your head back as you hook your other arm around his neck. 

He parts, his forehead against yours and you puff up at him as he licks his lips, “mm, maple.” 

[elixirfromthestars]

Hello everyone!! I am finally home, so now I have a chance to thank and welcome all my new lovelies who have joined my little corner of the internet 🫶🏼 I now have 800 of you with me 🥹💖 (expect a celebration event real soon 👀💕)

I always pose a question every milestone and share with you some of my written fics, but this time I’m going to pose a question with a poll 👀✨(that will help me greatly with my wips 🤭💖)

For the ones that have prior context, here are the links to my biker bucky & my detective bucky 🫶🏼💕

Sending lots of hugs to every single one of you!! 🫂❤️🫂❤️

[blissfullybubblez]

🌸💖 When You're Feeling Down: Little Tips for Lifting Your Spirits 💖🌸

Hello, my lovely friends! 🌈✨

We all have days when we're feeling a bit down, and that's perfectly okay. It's important to be gentle with ourselves and find ways to lift our spirits. Here are some little tips that might help you feel better when you're feeling blue:

Snuggle Your Stuffies 🧸💕: Hugging your favorite stuffed animals can provide a lot of comfort. Their softness and familiarity can help you feel safe and loved.

Coloring Time 🎨🖍️: Grab your coloring books and crayons! Getting lost in a world of colors and creativity can be a wonderful way to distract your mind and soothe your soul.

Watch a Comforting Show 📺🌈: Pop on your favorite cartoon or feel-good movie. Let the whimsical stories and characters transport you to a happier place.

Listen to Calming Music 🎶💤: Create a playlist of your favorite lullabies or gentle tunes. Music can be incredibly soothing and help ease anxious thoughts.

Take a Bubble Bath 🛁🫧: A warm, bubbly bath can be incredibly relaxing. Add some fun bath toys or scented bath bombs to make it extra special.

Cuddle Up in a Cozy Blanket 🛋️✨: Wrapping yourself in a soft, cozy blanket can make you feel secure and warm. Add your favorite pillow or stuffed animal for extra comfort.

Write in a Journal 📓🖊️: Sometimes, writing down your thoughts and feelings can help you process them. Use colorful pens and stickers to make it more fun!

Play with Toys 🧩🚗: Whether it's building with blocks, playing with dolls, or any other toys you love, playtime can help take your mind off things and bring a smile to your face.

Spend Time Outside 🌳🌼: If you can, take a short walk or sit in a garden. Nature has a wonderful way of calming us and making us feel more grounded.

Talk to a Loved One 🗣️💖: Sometimes, just talking to someone who understands and cares about you can make a big difference. Don't hesitate to reach out to a friend, family member, or your caregiver.

Remember, it's okay to have tough days. Be kind to yourself and give yourself the time and space you need to feel better. You're never alone, and there are always little things you can do to brighten your day. 🌟💕

Sending you all lots of love and warm hugs, Bubblez 🌼🦋

[bizarrelittlemew]

Hi. I’ve been following you for a while and I really appreciate all the OFMD gifs you make and how you add really good image descriptions. I’m pretty bad at social cues and I wanted to know if you have tips for how to thank gif makers? Do you have advice for how to word the thank you without accidentally sounding weird or rude? Is it OK for someone to thank a gif maker in their ask box if the asker doesn’t follow the gif maker? Any sort of advice like that would be appreciated, or sample scripts that are socially acceptable to send. I know gif makers work really hard and I want to say thanks without accidentally breaking unspoken social rules I don’t know about and I felt safest asking you. I hope that’s OK. Thank you very much.

hi anon 💗 first of all this is such a lovely message and sentiment, thank you 🥹 i'd say you're pretty well on your way already!

i think every gif maker i know would LOVE getting a thank you message! as you say it is hard work, and having that acknowledged will always be appreciated 💗 (no matter if you follow them or not)

here is my specific advice on how to thank gif makers:

reblog! we share the gifs we make because we want to share our love for the show/movie/actor/etc. with other people, and by reblogging, you help us do that. adding something nice in the tags, whether it's something like "this is gorgeous!" or "thank you for giffing this moment, op!", compliments on the coloring (like "love the coloring"/"wow you did such a good job brightening this dark scene!"/"these look so crisp/sharp!"), or commentary on what the gifs show (like "he looks so sad, i wanna give him a hug"/"this scene is so funny/heartbreaking/sweet"/"i never noticed this detail before"), or simply emojis (any combinations of 💖, 🫠, 🥹, 🥺, 😭, 😍 or whatever the gif makes you feel), any kind of reaction like that will be very much appreciated - for me, it's the highlight of making and sharing gifs!

as for sending an ask, i think any kind of thank you message would make gif makers extremely happy 🥹 here are some sample sentences - any variation and combination of these would be lovely to receive, i think (some ideas/options in [brackets]): "i love seeing your gifs on my dash" "thank you for [creating/posting/sharing] your gifs, they [bring so much joy/always make me happy to see]" "i love your coloring, it's so [warm/vibrant/gorgeous/bright and sharp/colorful]" "thank you for giffing [character/person/show], i really appreciate seeing gifs of [that/them]" "thank you for adding [alt text/image descriptions] to your gifs, it helps a lot!" "i really admire how [fast/talented/creative] you are at giffing" ok these are just a few ideas but i hope it's helpful! 💗

this is not a direct way of thanking gif makers (as it should be a given), but i wanna add it because it's important to me: give credit if you share our gifs in other ways than reblogging the original post. please please please do not repost/crosspost gifs without credit. if a gif maker doesn't want their gifs reposted/crossposted at all, please respect it. most, like me, will be fine with it if you credit properly. here are some ways to do that: if you want to use a gif in your own post on tumblr, you can use the Add GIF function, which automatically adds credit (and we get a lil notification), or tag the creator and/or link the original gifset in the post (e.g. "gif by @bizarrelittlemew"). if you want to post a gif to another platform, e.g. twitter, these are some examples on how to give credit: "gif by @/bizarrelittlemew on tumblr", "📸: @/bizarrelittlemew", "gif by @[twitter handle]", "gif source: [link]" and variations of these, written either in the post itself or in a reply right below. not only in the ALT text (as that is for, well, ALT text) and not by making a general note on your profile that "gifs are not my own"/"the gifs i post are from tumblr" or similar (as this won't be evident from the post itself and doesn't credit the gif maker). ok that got a bit long but hopefully it makes sense!

also, if a gifset inspires you to write meta or make your own post about what the gifset depicts, we'd also be very happy if you linked it (like "this gifset reminded me of... / made me think about...") OR simply add it in a reblog of the gifset! the exception (for me, others may feel differently) is if the meta/comment "disagrees" with the gifset, like if the gifset shows "[character] being considerate" and the comment is something like "actually, i don't think this is [character] being considerate, i think they're manipulative". then making a separate post would be more welcome (i'd personally still appreciate a link to the gifset if you were inspired by it).

something that would be rude (since you ask how to avoid that) would be somehow criticizing the gifset in the comments/tags/replies, like disagreeing with the composition (e.g. "i don't think gif number X fits with this theme"), or being negative about the editing/giving unsolicited advice (e.g. "wish these gifs were brighter/sharper" or "hey op you should make your gifs slower/faster"), or talking about how you dislike the show/movie/characters (because the gif maker will see your tags/comments and they probably made the gifs out of love for the thing). as long as you avoid that, you should be fine! 💖

once again thank you for this lovely ask and for wanting to show your appreciation for gif makers 💗

[deliciousangelfestival]

hi!! i jst wanted to say i loved ur bucky n steve as babies and was wondering if u could do another version where bucky/steve (seperate) where they’re (well one of them, either both or jst one is fine) are dating Y/N and theyre jst clinging onto her and cries/whines/throws a tantrum evertime she tries to leave, u can completely ignore this if u want

Thank you so much. I'm so happy you like the short story. Even though there's a lot mistakes. 😅

Here it goes. I hope you like it, @leiluvs . 😘

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Drawing of baby Steve and Rogers : Drawing 1, Drawing 2, Drawing 3

Tiny Soldier

STEVE ROGERS

Captain America turned into a baby when he helped Dr. Strange.

The team was shocked, including Y/N. Steve's girlfriend. She was used to seeing Steve come with bruises. But she's not prepared when she sees Tony carrying her boyfriend.

Strange told Y/N the magic cast on Steve would last for a week, and then he would turn to normal.

That made Y/N relieved a bit. Then, her days with baby Steve started.

Baby Steve is gentle. He never makes a fuss. He only cries when he's hungry.

When she bathe and wash his hair, he is soft, fragrant, and very comfortable to hug. Everyone wants to hold him, but he only lets Y/N carry him.

Even though he's a baby, his eyes are only for Y/N. Whenever she goes, his eyes always follow her movement.

On the second day, he calls her "Y/N~." His child's voice makes him more cute since adult Steve always has his Captain voice when he talks but not towards Y/N.

Everyone was jealous. Tony and Natasha tried to persuade Steve to call their name. But baby Steve doesn't want to. He looks away, pretending not to hear them. Tony and Natasha felt annoyed a bit. They knew Steve could speak. But he only talks to Y/N.

When Y/N gave Steve milk, he handed half of his drink to her. "Y/N drink~." His small gesture made Y/N feel warm. Even though Steve became a baby, he wanted to share what he had.

Baby Steve will glare at anyone who stands closer to Y/N. He would slap an object near him or stomp his short leg.

Y/N thinks it's cute. But she misses her boyfriend in adult form.

When Steve turned back to adult, he felt dizzy. The first thing he did was hug Y/N. He felt safe and warm in her arms.

BUCKY BARNES

Poor Bucky was at the wrong time and location when Dr. Strange cast a magic spell. In a second, he became a baby.

Baby Bucky doesn't make a fuss, but he's active. He always sings, following the kid's channel. It was Tony's mistake who played the video.

Baby Bucky always hugs Y/N whenever he wants.

When someone tries to talk to Y/N, baby Bucky will immediately stand in front of her and open both of his arms. Like a barrier. With a frown face, he said, "My Y/N."

Baby Bucky is more possessive towards Y/N rather than adult Bucky.

When Bucky turns back into an adult, his first thought is to build a family with Y/N.

-end-

Author Note: Steve and Bucky readers must send a complaint letter to Dr. Strange. 🤣🤣🤣

Likes and Reblogs are appreciated. It helps me to get motivated. And if you can, could you leave a comment? I want to know what you think, and any feedback is welcome.💖

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Drawing of baby Steve and Rogers : Drawing 1, Drawing 2, Drawing 3

[gojoest]

more birthday messages below (i wasn’t able to respond to all of you yesterday and i apologize :,) to avoid spamming the dash i’ll attach them here bc your wishes are to keep forever !! thank you for taking the time to drop by and wish me a happy birthday 🥹🤍)

@purplegemadventures thank you so much beloved!!! 💝 he did his absolute best as always and we had a very lovely day 🙂‍↕️

@inazuman thank you so much cora for the beautiful wishes!!! 🤍 i hope this year brings you health, lots of joy and keeps your heart warm and happy!!! 💖💖

@sillysushi momo my dearest thank you!!!! 💖💖💖 no need to apologize 🥹 i hope life is treating you kindly, sending you lots of kisses!!! 😘😘😘

SALEM MY SWEETHEART MY MOST BELOVED 🤍🤍🤍 i am hugging you tightly, picking you up and spinning you like lovers do 💞💞💞 thank you so much!!! kissing your cheeks and nose and mouth and forehead, i hope life is being good to you!!!

@nagumoan LONI 🥹🤍 what if i cried 🤧 thank you so much!!!! may all your beautiful wishes return to you tenfold!!!! i am hugging you big big, love you 🤍🤍🤍 know that i’ll be carrying around your present wherever i go and tell everyone that a wonderful person gave it to me 🙂‍↕️🤍🤍

@tired-biscuit bisky thank you so so much!!!! 💖💖💖

@hoernypie-main AHHH THANK YOU BELOVED 💖💖 satoru breeding me 😭💖💖💖💖 stop this is the best wish in the world 🤧

@luffysprincess amira my lovely thank you!!! 🥹🤍🤍🤍 i love you bunches and i am so so lucky to have you as my friend!!! my dash would never be the same without you, please never go! 💗💗💗💗

THANK YOU DEAREST 🥹🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

@p00pdev1l JAZZ THANK YOU!!!! 💖💖💖 sending you a big hug!

AHH NONNIE 😭🤍 thank you so much!!! 💖💖💖💖

@existentialfailure thank you beloved!!!!!! 💗💗💗

[johnentwistlesbassguitar]

welcome to this awesome essay where I will explain why you are the most perfect boy and why I love you so much and EVERYONE ELSE SHOULD TOO

OK you're super duper lovely, kind and considerate, you have a big big heart and it's so beautiful and deserves all the care in the world🌎 I know you have courage and strength to make life better for yourself and I admire you so much for it, it makes me want to help you as much as I can and I wish to see you feel better and happier, because you're WORTH IT. one day you will have the life you've worked so hard for 🥰🥰🥰

it's so easy to love you I know many others love you too AND YOU DESERVE IT. you deserve all the affection and attention. the love in my heart is never ending for the loved ones in my life and that includes YOU💖 no matter what difficult times you go through I will always support and care about you 🫂 and during the good and easy times I will cheer with you and share your happiness 😇

I hope all kitties flocks to you and I hope you eat the yummiest meal and have the sweetest dreams🌜i hope the sun shines through your window and warms you, soon enough summer will be here 🌞 you deserve everything good and nice and beautiful in this world 🎆🎆🎆🎆🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷I wanna bake the best strawberry shortcake and chocolate cake and some cinnamon rolls too for you and give you a nice long hug 🫂 you're very dear to me I love you I love you I love you my most perfect bear boy🐻💖❤️💖❤️💖❤️

thank you for your time 🥰

OMMGJFHHSHQYS YOU ARE THE SWEETEST 🥺🥺🥹🥹🥹❤️💖❤️💖❤️💖❤️💖❤️ I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH AHHHUGHFHDHS

You're the best and your so so important to me I love you so much you've helped me through so many difficult things and I love you forever 🥺🫂🫂🫂🫂💖❤️💖❤️💖❤️ I wish I could hug you so bad rn I'd squeeze you so tight if I could 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

I'm sending all my love and happiness to you today and everyday you deserve only the best my love ❤️💖💖❤️💖💖❤️ you make me so happy I can't put it into words how much I love you but you've done so much for me and I appreciate you a lot a lot 🫂🫂🫂💕💕❤️💖❤️💖❤️💖❤️

Sending you an insane amount of love right NOW 💌💌💌 you deserve all of it and more, I love you so much ❤️💕❤️💕💖💖💕💖💖💖❤️💖❤️💖

[hotchs-big-hands]

feeling super down today 😞😞 idk why but i need comfort in a sexual and non sexual way so what Aaron say or do to make me feel better ?

also can i be 💝 anon pls 😇

Hiya 💝 babes, I'm so sorry you're feeling really down today :((( I'm sending you love and hugs right now and hope you have a better day tomorrow 💖💖💖💖💖 take good care of yourself today babes!

Aaron is such a gentle and loving man. Like he has a lot of love to give and since he met you he finally feels able to open his heart for another.

So when he sees you're just having a really bad day? It hurts his heart and he will do anything to help you feel even the tiniest bit better. Comfort foods and snacks? He's on it. Whether that means him going to the store or staying home and ordering in if you're not wanting to be alone. Cuddles in bed or the couch? This man is like a teddy bear! Cling onto him as much as you need. His arms are around you holding you close and stroking your head, every so often kissing your crown.

He tells you all about how he's felt about you all this time, how when he first met you he felt his heart rate increase and his whole body felt warm and fuzzy. And when you started dating? He's felt like things are gonna be okay now. It's okay for him to open his heart to another person. You saved him 💖💖

He talks about his favourite little quirks about you, how beautiful and serene you look when he wakes before you and just sits there for a moment just admiring you. He used to just get up and go, but meeting you means his mornings start off more peacefully. He tells you he does not even want to consider the rest of his life without you, he needs you by his side. That he is so deeply in love with you.

And if you need more intimacy? Aaron is the king of giving. He's so gentle, as slow or fast as you want him to go. So, so many words of praise; you're breathtaking, pointing out his favourite aspects of your body and kissing them oh so tenderly. He makes sure you feel so good, helping you climax as much as you want, holding your hand tightly as he guides you through each mind-melting orgasm.

And he doesn't let go of your hands when he finally pushes his aching cock inside you, no matter the position you're in he has a hold of your hands. He makes sure you know how beautiful you are, how fucking attractive you are to him which has caused some... awkward situations for him. He'll tell you you're doing so well for him amidst moans and gasps of your name, pace increasing as he encourages you to clench around him as you cum one more time before he reaches his own climax, either pumping inside you or on his or your body.

He cleans the both of you up gently, making sure you laugh during the process and fixing the both of you something to eat and drink. You'll be tucked in in bed, wearing something cozy and he'll cuddle you again, either watching something or listening to your favourite music, chatting away to you about silly and fun things. He's always gonna make sure that when you are not feeling your best, regardless of if he's there or away, you can count on him. He loves you so so much 💖💖

[aurorawritestoescape]

Told you a while ago that you write the dirtiest most delicious smut & stories ever while you seem the sweetest person, and with this last fic that’s so soft and yet delicious you just proved once again your range in writing 👏 it takes a really talented person to be able to write both so masterfully. I bow down

Nonnie!!!!!!! Come here so I can hug you and smooch you!!😭🥹😭🥹🫂😘😘😘💖💖💖💖

Your kind words made my day and I thank you for your love, baby!! Of course I remember that ask, I keep your praise in my heart and think about it every time I doubt my writing🫂🩷 I love filth and I love soft fics and I’m happy that you find different stories of mine enjoyable!🙏🥹 Your support means so much to me! Thank you thank you THANK YOUUUUU😘I’m sending you lots of love and a warm hug! Happy Halloween, lovely!!🎃🫂😘💕💕💕💕

Craving You

[masquerade-of-misery]

RUNNING RUNNING RUNNING I MISSED YOUR BIRTHDAY NESSY AHHHHHH

Happy late birthday!!! 🥺🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 I was so surprised…I went to write something down in my calendar, and I so shocked to see your birthday there just a few days before 😭 Ahhh I hope you had a wonderful birthday! 🥳🙏💕🦇Crowley sends you 1 thaumark in the mail as a late present 🫡 spend it wisely 😆↕️

I’m wishing you and your loved ones all the best as always- lots of good health and spirit ☺️ You are both an inspiration and a ray of light to me Nessy✨🦇 I’m so happy to have met you through this fandom, your support has meant the world to me. I’m always cheering you and Lilia on! ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

KALLISTOOOO!!😭😭💞💞🤗🤗💖💖

Thank you so much for this lovely message, it really made my day!!

You know what's funny? When I opened your message this morning, the crows started cawing outside😄 I guess your husband wanted to give me his present in person😝🐦⬛ Aaaahh, and you have my birthday written in your calendar???😭😭 You are so sweet, I wish I could hug you!! ;w;❤️❤️❤️And don't worry about being late, it's alright! <3 I also have yours in mine ^w^ It's July 15, isn't it? I hope I got it right👉👈

My birthday was quite a calm and nice day, I could even leave work earlier than usual :3 And right now, my parents are here for the weekend, and the whole family will enjoy some nice cake tomorrow🤗🥳 My dad's birthday is a day before mine, and my mom's name day is on my birthday (name days are celebrated in most European countries, including Hungary😊) So, we are going to have a nice time! AFSGDHFGJHK I'M GOING TO CRY, KALLISTO!!😭😭 Thank you for your kind wishes, and it warms my heart that you see me in such light ;w;💖💖 I'm also very happy to have met you, and our interactions are always so fun and uplifting to me🥰🥰 Aaaahh, I always melt when you say such kind and supportive things about Lili and me🙈🦇🦇 I'm also constantly rooting for you and Crowley! I love seeing your selfship artworks; they are so sweet and wholesome😊💞

Sending you lots of hugs and love!!🤗💖💖

[wintergreenoreo]

Mya I am giving you soooooo many kisses for putting so much old man on my dash. Love you and keep going 🥹🥹🥹

Cofi honey omg i love you too 🥹 you have warmed my heart with this you are very welcome 💞💞 its been a rough day for me so i just distracted myself with nando content. I really needed this today so thank you sm and sending you lots of hugs and kisses 🥰💖

[megamagimugi]

Hey! You wouldn't think I was gonna leave you without an ask for the moots game! 😁

Of course you're LOTS of Green for me, dear friend, and also Orange and the Pink part that doesn't include smoochin'! 💚🧡🩷 You're such a wonderful person in every possible way, and I thank life every day that we met! 🥰

And since you sent me such a warm and intense hug, please have one back, dear Mugi! Love you so much! 💖💖💖

No waaay, your reply to my ask already looked like an answer to this in and of itself, but you still took the time to send me an actual ask too??

Wow Zahra, thank you. It's so kind of you to show me this much appreciation ❤️ You're literally the sweetest.

Also, I get Luigi with Daisy and Peach again, huh? Neat! It'd be good and fun company for sure, hehe.

(In reference to this ask game)

[bbynedtime]

Obsessed with switch Goodsir and I immediately am thinking about his relationship with Collins (who is 100% sad wet babie in my brain)!!!

Goodsir is canonically very gentle with Collins when he’s clearly struggling and I imagine he has the desire to be very reassuring regardless of his headspace.

He’s the type who would definitely age up if he thought Collins needed something and Macca spends a lot of time reassuring Harry that he’s perfectly comfortable with Harry being small and staying small even if Henry is having a hard day. Maybe he promises to ask Harry for help if he needs it and starts allowing Harry to help him care for Henry even when he’s small as well, because he knows Harry needs to feel like he’s helping. Cue MacDonald sending little Harry on Very Important Missions to find Henry’s favorite pacifier, pick a book for Macca to read to them both, or fetch the diaper bag.

When Goodsir isn’t feeling the need to be small everyone knows to get him as soon as Collins starts looking like he’s getting caught up in his own thoughts. Stanley sighs and makes snarky comments whenever Collins shows up and hovers just to be close to Harry but finds a reason to leave the sickbay so they can have some space. Harry always offers to hug Henry and hold him tight while he has a cry. Especially when they’re on Erebus without MacDonald Harry often finds himself refusing to be little because he doesn’t want to risk not being able to care for Henry if he needs it.

I think Bridgens is the unofficial oversight of all the Littles on board Erebus. He’s just naturally very tuned in to how people are feeling and it’s second nature to be scanning for problems and he always keeps track of how the Littles seem to be doing. This goes extra for Henry and there are days when the Second Ice Master is nearly constantly in his view as he seems on the verge of slipping little. I also think Bridgens would be the one to bring Henry to Goodsir for help cleaning up after he has an accident. He’d hold Henry’s hand and wipe his tears as they make their way to sickbay while Bridgens reassures him that his friend Dr Goodsir will get him all warm and dry again and offers to help take care of the laundry.

These are so so delicious💖💖

Yeah, Bridgens would so love checking in on everyone, make sure (if they wear diapers) that they're stocked up and ask if they're hungry maybe or offer to read them a story... 🥰🥰 I HC that his voice really calms Henry down, so a story is a great way to get him to calm down when he's crying.

I'm also plagued by visions of aged up Goodsir/baby Collins/tired and annoyed Stanley...

Dr. Stanley entered the sick bay after dinner, to check if someone was waiting for him. He didn't expect anyone - not at this hour and not unless it's an emergency. And he bloody hoped there were no emergencies tonight. He needs sleep.

Instead of a patient, he found Goodsir and - to his annoyance - Collins, obviously during his little time and holding onto Harry's hand like a lifeline.

He sighed. "What's he doing here?"

"Just wants company." Harry didn't even look up from his book to greet him, only rubbed his thumb over Henry's knuckles and turned a page. "He won't be in the way."

Stanley eyed the unfortunate lad, who was hunched over in his chair and looking somewhere down towards the floor. His face was mostly hidden by hair, at least from where Stanley stood, but his near-to-tears frown was still visible.

If he starts crying he will throw them both out. "I sincirely doubt it, Mr. Goodsir... But if you insist."

Since he's there he might as well check on his supplies. It was mostly Goodsir's job to fill his cabinets at the end of each day, but sometimes he missed a shelf or just got lazy. It's better to check.

"Longer still? Alright." He heard Harry say behind him over the clattering of vials. "No, no, however long you need."

-=-=-

He closed the last cabinet with a sigh. It has been as long a day as any other. Meaning very very long. And he was most of all looking forward to his bed. Since there were still no patients (if Collins needed something, Goodsir would say it) he soon headed to his cabin. Before he left, though, he spared Collins a pat on the shoulder. "You should sleep as well."

Henry didn't seem to notice it at all. Perhaps his mind was far off again, unreachable. It wasn't for Stanley to know, of course. That isn't his problem, but Goodsir's.

Though, as he stepped over the threshhold of sick bay and began walking away, he heard Collins mutter something. What it was he didn't know. It wasn't aimed at him, most likely. Therefore he discarded it by the time he arrived to his cabin.

God, he needs sleep...

[acacia-may]

Hiya Acacia, I hope you’re doing well 🥰! Since you’re in a bit of a romantic mood, I thought I might ask for your thoughts on YuNeva and Zerilliam 👀? And for Platonic relationships how about Asta & Yuno and Fuegoleon & Nozel?

Sending you all the hugs and positive vibes in the world 🥰💜!

Aww Lyra! You're such a sweetheart! Thank you so much, dear! Sending you lots of love as well. 💕 I'd be thrilled to give you some ramblings. (Apologies in advance if they're too incoherent).

Zerilliam

I hope by now that you already know, but just in case you didn't, I absolutely adore this pairing! When I first started reading "Dandelion Wishes," I actually made my poor sister listen to me rant about how much I love this ship (and she hadn't even read the fic so she had no clue what I was talking about), and honestly I had more to say about them than most canon x canon Black Clover pairings, so needless to say, it is definitely canon in my mind.

William is such a sweetheart, and I can really imagine him as someone who has domestic dreams of finding love, settling down, and having a family so it warms my heart to see that he did get to have this (even if it ended in tragedy--which I will never get over. They deserved their happy ending! 😭 Even if I'll admit the angst is delicious, and their boy, Alistair, is just so precious to me).

Also, your backstory for how the two of them ended up together is just delightful. Honestly, "Dandelion Wishes" is one of my favorite fanfictions I've ever read in my life, and I have been so invested in it and in William and Zera's relationship from day one. They are so perfect for each other in my opinion, just absolutely made-for-each-other soulmates. I love how they share common interests but have a lot of balance in personality with Zera a little more headstrong and William a little more reserved. They really are in awe of each other's strengths too and have so much respect and admiration for their differences which I just adore.

Zera as a character is so vibrant and so real to me, as well. She just commands attention every time she appears, and every time she does pretty much anything, I can just vividly imagine William staring lovingly awestruck at her and zest for life with hearts in his eyes or floating around his head like in an old cartoon. (He's so in love! I'm going to cry!) Also, her quirks and the adorable way she names her plants is super endearing, and the fact that she is a florist only makes me love her more (but my family actually runs a flower shop (A/N: But I don't work there), so I think I'm very biased in this regard 😅).

I honestly don't get this intense about ships all that often, but I cannot describe to you in words how much I think about this pairing and how desperately I need them to kiss. And I mean desperately. To be perfectly honest with you, at this point, I am so invested in it that it's really hard for me to imagine William with anyone else...which concerns the more neutral, multi-shipper part of me, if I'm being honest, but this ship is just that good. Reading about them has made me laugh and cry and squeal just like (and in many cases more than) reading about any ship between canon characters, and I'm honestly just in awe of how compelling this ship and their story is. I really can't thank you enough for creating Zera, Zerilliam, and the masterpiece that is "Dandelion Wishes"! 💖

YuNeva

Aww they're cute. 😊 To be honest with you though (and I am very sorry to have to say this) in general ships with Yuno in them aren't really my cup of tea personally since I tend to see Yuno as someone who isn't all that interested in romance and (possibly) would just never really want that kind of relationship. That said, according to the Assorted Question Brigade in Vol. 31 he does have a “type” of person he likes...so who knows? Maybe someday he'll want to find love. If he did, I would definitely be supportive of that, and I'm not against the idea of shipping him. It's just not something I personally have ever given much thought to, and, for that reason, I feel pretty neutral towards Yuno ships in general and don't have many thoughts or opinions (Again, I'm sorry about that).

All of that said, if I was to imagine Yuno falling in love, YuNeva is a very sweet pairing, and they make me smile in your stories and posts about them. I really enjoyed them in COTF too! ^^ Going back to that Assorted Question Brigade I mentioned, Yuno himself described his "type" as "someone who's relaxing to be around," and that's something that really sticks out to me about his relationship with Neva. It's very comfortable and almost cozy. They just work so well together, and it feels effortless--like they just naturally gravitate towards each other and genuinely enjoy each other's company. I love that a lot, and I also love how their bond is built on mutual respect and admiration. They really support each other and the moments they can share their vulnerabilities are always very compelling to me. I also think Neva is just a great character on her own (especially her platonic bond with William. So wholesome!). I like her dynamic with Yuno a lot too and how they complement each other. I think I'm a little more invested in their friendship (because I'm weird like that), but I could definitely see them very happy together romantically and I definitely want good things for both of them, so I'd support them falling in love and think you’ve done a great job crafting their love story. 💕

Platonic Relationship Ramblings! Yay! Thank you so much for this, dear!

Asta & Yuno

Aww I adore them, and their brotherly bond. Their dynamic and rivalry which is built on a such a strong foundation of familial love and mutual respect was what initially hooked me in Black Clover, and it has been such a delight getting to watch their individual journeys and how they have supported each other through the series. I'm getting a little emotional just thinking about it, honestly. 🥹

One of my favorite things about them is just how wildly different they are as people. Asta has such a big personality, and Yuno is so reserved, but their differences are always respected and really help inspire each other. In that way, I love that their relationship is kind of a twist on the usual rivals dynamic because it isn't just Asta trying to live up to the (quite frankly very OP) Yuno but Yuno also views Asta as his rival as well because he has so much admiration for his passion, resilience, and determination. I was not expecting that when I first watched the anime and thought it was such a refreshing reveal. I love how Yuno's genuine admiration for Asta has been such a driving force for his character throughout the series.

Fuegoleon & Nozel

Yes! I love this dynamic! Nozel being tsundere about his friendship feelings is just so entertaining, and I love to see the trope used in a platonic way instead of just an explicitly romantic one. The love between friends is really important too and can also be difficult to express sometimes, so it was really great to see Nozel kind of struggle with that and struggle with how much Fuegoleon means to him and how much he admires and respects him even if he lacks the words to say it. And yes, it was kind of played for laughs sometimes, (and my sister and I made so many "tsundere besties" jokes about them while binging the anime), but even so, there is something really genuine and really wholesome about their friendship. Getting to see how Nozel reacted to Fuegoleon's injury and subsequent coma and how motivated he was by his respect and admiration for him was just really compelling, and I found the scene in the elf arc in which Nozel is thinking of their rivalry and how much Fuegoleon inspires him to be really moving. Definitely a solid BROTP!