♡ "home is where you are, whether it is here, in the deepest ocean or hottest desert, you are my home."
♡ slow and curious first kiss, both characters seemingly nervous, blush painting their faces.
♡ stolen glances across the room.
♡ "the gods took their time with you."
♡ wearing their heart on their sleeves around each other.
♡ character A's face blushing as B smootheres them in compliments even years into their relationship with character B.
♡ quiet murmurs of affection.
♡ “i missed you.” “i was gone for two hours.”
♡ coffee shop and bookstore dates.
➣ HARD LOVE
♡ guttural rain confessions.*
♡ "do you not get it? every second i spend in the absence of your presence pains me."
♡ harsh and passionate first kisses.
♡ "i fucking yearn for you and you haven't so much as spared me a glance in years!"
♡ walls that they have each spent years building crumbling in the presence of one another.
♡ heated arguments turned into heated confessions.
♡ "i hate you! i hate you so much i can't bear to be near you." "you are walking a fine line between hate and desire, love."
♡ both being far too stubborn to admit their feelings, their hearts both caged deep within them.
♡ (years/months) of pent up emotions being aired in an argument and when the dust settles the only emotion left is their desire for each other.
♡ “do you think i want this? do you think i want to be stuck in this endless cycle of wanting you? do you truly think i enjoy waking up every morning realizing you’re not there?”
♡ tears spilling as they finally give in and proclaim their feelings.
♡ “i am not an easy person to love.” “i think i’ve got the hang of it.”
Warnings: SMUT! Cowgirl position, unprotected piv, Steve is lowk pathetic oops, reader is a lil mean, I think that's all
The heavy breathing cuts through the silence of Steve's bedroom.
The two of you were talking about anything under the sun, laughing and being all cute. That was until your boyfriend decided he wanted to kiss down your neck, run his hands up and down your body, and pull you into his lap.
Now, your lips are all over his, kissing him deep while your fingers tug at his hair. You let out a soft laugh when Steve ruts his hips up against yours, looking for any friction through the fabric of his pajama pants.
"Don't laugh." He practically whines, his hands grasping at your sides in something close to desperation. "C'mon, baby..." He whispers as your tongue slides around his. "Need you."
You let out a little hum, but you make no effort to do anything more right now. You run your hands down his chest, reaching the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head.
He pulls your shirt off next, throwing it haphazardly somewhere in his room. He reaches up to touch at your breasts, covered by your bra, but you take his wrists and press them into the mattress. He lets out a whimper. A real whimper at your teasing, looking up at you with wide eyes.
"Oh, what's wrong, Steve?" You coo at him, grinding down against him and smiling slyly at the gasp he lets out. "Please, please, baby. Please, I need you." He pants, gripping at the mattress and trying not to just cream his pants right now.
You cup his cheek and lean down to kiss his lips again, still grinding against him. The whimpers Steve lets out make your head spin. He's so adorable like this, it makes you wonder why you don't do this more.
"Ae, you poor thing. So needy, aren't you?" You coo again, smiling as he pulls away from the kiss to look up at you with big, desperate eyes. "What's gotten into y--" You kiss him again, and he immediately melts into it.
"Don't know." You mumble against his lips, still rocking against him just enough to make him feel good but not enough to get him off just yet. He grabs at your hips, letting out moans against your lips.
"Please... please, please, please." He gasps into your mouth, and you decide you can't tease him for much longer. Not when he's begging so sweetly and already so pent up.
You run your hands down his chest and crawl off his lap while you unbutton his jeans and slowly unzip them. He lets out a shaky breath, lifting his hips off the mattress when you start tugging on his jeans and boxers.
You pull them both off, Steve's heavy cock slapping against his stomach and leaking precum. He's already throbbing, absolutely aching for you. You throw the rest of your own clothes off and immediately go to line his tip up with your glistening entrance.
Steve is about to tell you he wants to get you ready for him first, but you sink down all the way in one motion, moaning out as your arms wrap around Steve's neck.
It takes everything in him to not come on the spot, his head tipped back as you begin moving up and down. It feels like he's splitting you open, but it also feels so amazing.
Steve lets out little pants, moans, and whimpers as you bounce on his cock, your tits right in front of his face nearly driving him insane. "Baby, you're so-- f-ah..." He tries to get a sentence out. He really does, but you just feel too good. He can't think straight.
"You like that?" You moan out, holding his jaw as he looks up at you with his eyes already glossed over. He nods, looking up at you and nearly passing away right then and there.
You look into his dark brown eyes, smiling softly as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. "So big, Steve. Fillin' me up so good." You moan, using your free hand to hold his shoulder for leverage.
"Please. M'not gonna last long. Not-- Not like this." Steve whimpers, sliding his hands over your body for a moment before wrapping his arms around you and holding you tight.
"Just-- Hold on a bit longer.." You pant, leaning forward more to bounce faster, your tits right in front of Steve's face. He immediately presses kisses to your hot skin, letting out the sweetest little whimpers against you.
Knowing now that you're not as close as he is, he slides a free hand down your body, his thumb finding your clit as he looks up at you, looking for approval. "F-feel good?" He whimpers, rubbing it fast but not hard.
You nod, still holding his jaw as he looks up at you. His eyes are wide, staring at your face while his hair bounces, the bed creaking and his hips beginning to move in time with yours.
"Love you... I love you, I love you, I love you, I l--omph." You press your lips to his, sliding your hands into his perfect hair. The slapping sound of your ass against his thighs over and over fills the room.
"M'close, Stevie." You moan against his lips, and Steve pulls away from the kiss to lean his head back.
You kiss down his neck, and Steve can't help it anymore. He's so desperate, so in love with you, so pleasured by every little thing you do. He lets out a loud moan, burying his face against your shoulder as hot ropes of cum fill you up. You slow down, but Steve shakes his head.
"Don't stop. Don't, please. N-not until you-- until you come too." He gasps, eyes glazed over with impending overstimulation. You continue to move, and Steve's thumb rubs faster and harder over your clit.
"Keep-- umf-- just like that, just like that, just like that, ju-" You cut him off with a kiss once again, pulling away with a little breathy giggle. "You talk too much, handsome." You whisper, and he can't help but smile at your teasing.
"M'sorry, you're just-- ah-- so perfect." He groans, his dark eyes wide as your legs begin to shake and your movements start to falter. "Gonna come, baby. Gonna-- mhm..." You moan, your movements growing rougher for a moment before they stutter and then stop as your orgasm hits you like a train.
You gush around Steve's sensitive cock, riding through the waves of pleasure before the two of you both slump together. You move off of his lap, letting out a shaky little sigh as Steve slips out of you. He slides down against the pillows, laying flat on his back and turning only his head to look at you.
You lay down next, turned on your side with your head and hand resting on Steve's chest. "You can get mean, baby. A damn tease." He says with a soft laugh, his hand finding your lower back and running his hand over your skin.
"Sorry. I don't know what got into me, honestly. I was just--" "No, no. I liked it. That was so damn hot." Steve cuts you off, a drowsy smile on his face.
"I love you, baby." Steve whispers, running his hand up your back to cradle your head against his sticky chest. "Love you too, Steve." You whisper back just as softly.
"And you're hot when you're pleading." You add, feeling Steve's skin heat up and letting out a little laugh. "You're a bully, y'know that?" He smiles, stroking over your hair and already about to doze off.
Okay do we like this? I thought it was decent so yeah ^-^
Synopsis: When's the best time to ask him for a new addition to the household? When he's in the middle of loving you obviously.
Warnings: SMUT 🔞. Unprotected sex. A bit rough then sweet, fluff fluff, a bit of humour, pet names.
Minors do no interact!!!
Note: Sorry for my inactivity, I've been busy with work and things, I didn't get much time to write. Here's a quick short one shot I came up with when waiting for the train.
If this isn't your thing, you're more than welcome to skip it. Reblogs, likes, comments and feedbacks are always appreciated.
Soft rain drops pattered gently against the windows, a soothing lullaby in the background of your dimly lit shared bedroom.
The air was thick with sex and love, sheets tangled around your bodies, skin to skin, breath on breath, limbs twined like muscle memory.
It wasn't a rough night but rather slow and sweet, the kind of night when even silence felt like a conversation.
Chan was hovering over you, his weight carefully bracing on his arm while his other hand held you, rocking his hips, letting out a gentle growl.
His mouth met the hollow of your throat, then your collarbones, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses as your legs wrapped loosely around his waist.
"So fucking good for me baby," his voice rumbled across your chest and you pulled him deeper, your walls fluttering around the thick length of his cock disappearing inside of your sloppy cunt.
A moan escaped your throat, nails dragging across his shoulder blades, the warmth between you building like the night had nowhere else to be.
You loved when he was like this. Focused. Gentle. Making love to you like he had all the time in the world.
Your wrapped your arms around his neck, making his eyes lock with yours, before you leaned up, pressing your lips on his, slipping your tongue past in, swallowing his sounds of pleasure.
You pulled back just a bit, to look back into his whiskey eyes, before the question that has been going through your mind for the last few days slipped out.
"Channie," you mumbled between a moan and a breathless giggle, voice quiet against the sound of flesh against flesh.
"Hmm?" His brows furrowed gently, lips lightly swollen.
“If I let you finish,” you murmured, barely holding back a smile, “can I get a cat?”
He blinked. Then froze mid thrust. Like he was trying to compute whether he heard you right while still buried inside you.
“…What?”
"Pretty please?" You cooed, raking your fingers through his sweat damp hair. "A small Ragdoll or a Persian or even an orange one. You can choose," you clenched around him involuntarily making him grunt as you spoke.
"Can we get a kitty?"
Chan was still frozen above you, blinking like his brain had just bluescreened. You watched, amused, as about five different emotions flickered across his face in rapid succession.
“…Did you just bribe me with sex for a cat?” he asked, breathless, hips twitching as if debating whether to punish you or pull out and give you a full interrogation.
You gave a small, devilish grin. “Depends. Is it working?”
He let out a groan—half frustration, half admiration—and pressed above you, still careful not to crush you with this weight, nose brushing yours. “You’re unbelievable,” he mumbled into your cheek, but you could feel the smile pulling at his lips.
“And yet,” you teased, "you’re still inside me."
His laugh was muffled against your throat. “I swear, you only pull this kind of shit when I’m literally balls deep in you.” He nipped at your jaw lightly, then pulled back just enough to look into your eyes again.
“A cat, baby?”
Before you could reply, his hips snapped forward in a hard thrust that made you gasp loudly, making you arch into him and he continued, tearing another gasp.
"You,"—thrust—"want a cat?" He pushed again then stopped mid thrust, making you whimper for breaking his pace.
"Yeah, I want a cat. We can—ah—," he slammed into you before you could finish the sentence. Your walls hugged him tighter, making him half moan and growl as he drilled harder into your greedy cunt.
"Go on, you were saying baby?" Chan drawled, voice smug and wrecked at the same time. His thrusts slowed to a cruel pace, pulling all the way out until only the tip teased your entrance, then sliding back in with a languid grind that had your toes curling.
You clutched at his shoulders, barely able to breathe, let alone speak. “I—Chan—”
His grin turned devilish. “Come on, I wanna hear it. Tell me all about this kitty you want while I’m buried deep in this sweet little pussy.”
“Fuck—” you choked on the curse as he angled his hips and hit that spot inside you that made your vision blur.
He groaned low, cock twitching from how tightly your walls hugged him. “You feel that? No kitty talk eh? Only dick.”
You could’ve cried from how good it felt, from how ridiculous he was, from the fact that you knew he’d say yes in the end and was just dragging this out to mess with you.
“I-It could sleep at the end of the bed,” you gasped out stubbornly, clawing at his back. “It wouldn’t bother you—”
He snorted. “You think anything could sleep when you sound like this under me? You want that innocent creature to watch you get wrecked or what?"
To prove his point, he pistoned into you again, faster now, his rhythm building with every slick, filthy slap of skin against skin.
You let out a loud breathy moan, your nails digging crescents into his back as your hips bucked instinctively to meet his thrusts.
Each roll of his hips was deeper, filthier, like he was determined to fuck the idea of a cat right out of your brain.
It was working. Or maybe not.
“Chan—Channie—”
“What, baby?” he panted, voice husky. “That little cat still on your mind? Or is your brain too dumbed out from my cock to remember what you were bribing me for?”
You whimpered—part scandalized, part turned on beyond belief. Chan's mouth twitched at your reaction. He loved seeing you like this. Falling apart while still trying to argue.
“You were gonna say?” he prompted, cock grinding right into that spot again, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips. “Hmm? Something about how it’ll behave? Maybe we can train it to wait outside the room when you’re on your knees for me?”
Your eyes rolled back at the mental image, your body already trembling again from how close you were, feeling the tight knot down at the base of your spine close to snapping.
“You’re awful,” you breathed.
“And you,” he groaned, dipping to suck a bruise into your collarbone, “are a terrible negotiator. You bring up cats mid-fuck and expect me to say no?”
“Then say yes,” you moaned, clenching around him, your voice climbing pitch with every deep thrust. “Just say yes and I’ll—I’ll be good.”
He smirked against your skin, his thumb finding your clit and circling it lazily. “You’re already being so good for me, baby. Look at you, shaking under me and begging for a kitten while getting fucked.”
“Chan—!”
He didn’t let up, pushing into you so fast now it was maddening.
“You want a cat?” he whispered, nose brushing your cheek as he kissed the corner of your lips. “You'll get a cat. But you better come hard for me. Cream all over this cock, baby. Show me you really deserve it.”
The earlier gentle rolls of his hips now turned punishing and ruthless, pounding into you hard enough to bang the headboard against the wall.
You didn’t even have time to process the demand before it slammed into you, your orgasm ripped through you like lightning, thighs shaking, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes as your walls spasmed around him.
You let out a high, broken cry, nails clawing into his skin as your entire body writhed beneath him.
“Fuck, that’s it—fuck, baby, you’re so fucking pretty when you come,” Chan gritted through his teeth, barely holding on as he watched you fall apart.
“Gonna fill you up, yeah? Stuff you full and then we can go get you a kitten with my cum dripping down your thighs. How’s that sound?”
You whimpered something incoherent, your body too wrecked to argue. With one final thrust, Chan's head fell between your neck and shoulder, hot white ribbons painting your insides, his body twitching as he collapsed, breaths ragged from the force of it.
You held him close, inhaling the musky scent of his colonge clinging onto his sweaty skin, the two of you remained tangled in each other till you caught your breaths.
His cock was sheathed inside your warm cunt till the continuous twitching stopped, yet after he remained in as if he couldn't let you go.
After what was like long minutes, he slowly slid out, dropping to your side, pulling you into his chest.
He leaned forward, capturing your lips, all tongue, hot and messy, almost as if he couldn't get enough of the way your mouth tasted.
"So," you pulled back softly, "what are we going to name him?" You asked, tracing lazy circles over his chest.
Chan let out a groggy laugh, eyes closing, his arm snug around your waist. “You mean if he survives watching his owners rail each other into the mattress every night?”
You slapped his chest gently, giggling. “Stop. He’ll be innocent.”
“He’ll be traumatized,” Chan said without missing a beat, cracking one eye open to look at you. His gaze was soft, heavy-lidded, full of affection.
"I suppose I like the name Mochi." He said after a few seconds. "Round, sweet and soft, like his mommy."
Your cheeks bloomed in a faint shade of pink and you nuzzled close into Chan's chest, holding him as close as humanly possible.
"I like that name." You mumbled.
Chan kissed the top of your head, wrapping his arms tighter around you, smiling, mentally preparing himself to bring a new addition into the household.
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For the next few weeks, you and Chan rearranged your apartment to welcome a kitten and went to the local shelter to find a baby to give him a new home.
Today was finally the day to bring him home.
The shelter was quiet that morning, warm beams of sunlight spilling through the windows and casting soft glows on the tiled floors. You stood beside Chan, your fingers laced with his, the anticipation buzzing low in your chest like static.
“This is it,” you whispered, eyes flitting from one small enclosure to another, all filled with twitching whiskers, lazy stretches, and sleepy meows.
Chan gave your hand a small squeeze. “We’re really doing this.” He sounded a little in awe.
You walked slowly past each enclosure, the two of you crouching down now and then to coo at the kittens. There was a loud ginger tabby pouncing on its siblings, a jet-black ball of fluff who hissed at everything, and a quiet white one that refused to wake up.
Then you saw him.
A light grey tabby kitten with darker stripes along its head and body and impossibly round eyes looking up at you both curiously. He blinked sleepily up at you, then gave a tiny chirp and trotted right to the front of the enclosure, pawing at the glass like he’d been waiting for you.
Your heart clenched.
“Chan,” you whispered, voice breaking into a smile. “It’s him.”
Chan crouched down beside you, eyes wide with gentle wonder. The kitten tilted his head, then flopped on his side dramatically, tiny pink paws stretching out as if to say, take me home already.
You giggled, wiping at the corner of your eye, surprised to find yourself tearing up. “I love him.”
Chan looked over at you, soft and still, then kissed your temple.
“Then he’s ours.”
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The ride back home was filled meows from the carrier and the sound of your giggles as Mochi pawed at the door, desperate to be let out.
Chan kept glancing over at you at red lights, his heart doing ridiculous things at the way you cooed and whispered to your new fur baby like he was the most precious thing in the world.
Once you reached home, Chan opened the door, letting Mochi step into his new home. The cat who was acting like he was in jail now took careful steps as he came out of the carrier, his big eyes curiously looking around his surroundings.
You and Chan sat cross-legged on the floor, watching as the little guy took his first tentative steps. He sniffed the rug, pawed at a plush toy, then turned and meowed—a soft, questioning little chirp before he walked towards Chan.
Your eyes widened as he pawed Chan’s knee, then—without hesitation—hopped onto his lap with all the confidence of a kitten who’d already chosen his favorite human.
Chan froze, mouth parted in disbelief. “Did I just get picked?”
You giggled, leaning your cheek against your knee as you watched the scene unfold. “He knows who the real pushover is.”
Chan scoffed, but his hand instinctively reached down, gently scratching behind Mochi’s tiny ears. The kitten let out a happy purr, quiet at first, then growing louder as he curled up into a little ball right in the center of Chan’s lap.
Your heart clenched at the sight, so much love unfolding that it felt overwhelming in the best way imaginable. You crawled closer and rested your head on his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as Chan wrapped an arm around you, careful not to disturb the sleeping kitten on his lap.
Mochi twitched once in his sleep, then purred continuing with his slumber, dreaming whatever cats dreamt of.
Chan turned slightly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You know, I never imagined this would be us. I didn’t think I’d be the guy sitting on the floor with a kitten asleep on my lap and my girl leaning on me like this.”
“And yet,” you murmured, eyes still closed, “here you are. Daddy.”
He groaned. “Please don’t call me that while the cat’s present.”
You laughed, and the sound made something flutter in his chest. Like everything was finally falling into place.
Eventually, you all ended up on the couch, the three of you tangled together, Chan stretched out with you curled next to him and Mochi sleeping contently on his chest, purring like a little engine.
“Hey,” he murmured.
“Mmh?”
“I’d let you bribe me a thousand times over if it means more nights like this.”
You smiled, pressing a long, soft kiss onto his cheek.
hello!! i’ve seen your post and writing i love it, can i request where the reader sits on the stardust crusaders lap because there is no space in the car?
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Pairing: sdc x reader
Content: In which theres no space in the car and your forced to sit in their lap !
Joseph⸝⸝
- He’s already complaining about his old bones as soon as you sit down.
- Because he is naturally so loud, nearly the whole ride you just hear him talking in your ear, which sounds less like his inside voice and more like his outside voice.
- He doesn't even know where to put his arms or anything, so most of the ride they’re just resting in this awkward position because he literally doesn't even know where else to put them.
- Surprisingly, he doesn't even seem all that phased by the situation; he’s kind of just like, “Oh my god, okay," and then he just sits down.
- He is also quite comfortable with you on his lap, despite the crammed car.
Avdol⸝⸝
- Avdol is more than a gentleman, so when they mention that the car seems a bit too small and you'll have to sit on his lap, he just accepts it.
- The whole ride he's asking you if you're okay or if you're uncomfortable with him resting his hands on your waist, since there doesn't seem to be much space in the car, considering that there are five buff men packed into one tiny car, like sardines in a can.
- We all know that Joseph's driving is almost enough to kill everyone in the car, so he just tries his best to keep you from sliding around.
- He keeps it more calm and composed despite the fact that you two are so close.
- He's lowkey just chilling, so between the two of you, the vibe is quite peaceful and calm.
- He also talks quietly enough so that he's not too loud in your ear, unlike Joseph.
Jotaro⸝⸝
- In response to this whole ordeal, he just pulls his hat lower against his face and tries not to think about the fact that he’ll have a whole person in his lap for the whole ride.
- He just tends to look out the window the whole ride, but to be fair, he can't really look forward since you're in his lap.
- He keeps his hand on you, protecting you from moving around despite the bumpy roads, and he keeps it there the whole time. He doesn't move his hand or anything; it's just there, firm and tight against your hip.
- He doesn't even move the whole ride; he's as stiff as a board. You're not sure if it's because he's scared to move even an inch or just because he wants to make a better surface for you to sit on.
- He does even mind the situation all that much. He doesn't complain or huff and puff; he just accepts that this is how it's gonna be for a while, but of course he does say his famous “good grief” line, but it's not because he's annoyed, but because that's just what he says to everything.
Kakyoin ⸝⸝
- He just offers himself to be sat on because he's just a gentleman like that.
- The whole ride you can just feel his muscles tense with every bump in the road as he tries his best to stop you from going flying across the car, knowing how the old man drives.
- His grip is a lot more gentle, as he tries to keep you steady, making sure that you feel comfortable in the position you're sitting in.
- To ease the awkwardness of the ride, he’ll pull out something to keep the both of you entertained as he rests his chin against your shoulder.
- He's honestly flustered the whole time, but he tries his best to hide just how flustered he is.
Polnareff⸝⸝
- Somehow he treats this opportunity as an honor even if it is just a car ride for at least an hour.
- He's constantly moving and shifting around the whole time, whether it's because he's uncomfortable with the way he's sitting or because he just can't help it.
- He talks your ear off the whole time. And I mean the whole time. He's just yapping about different topics or just a recap on the journey that you've done so far.
- He does make sure that he keeps you steady against the bumps and turns of the roads, his hands pressed gently against your waist.
- He's really just full-on flirting, resting his chin on your shoulder to “get a better look at the outside," or he’ll just make smug remarks that show just how much he's enjoying his little incident, and deep down he just hopes it'll happen again.
ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 : 𝘔𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖 : 𝘚𝘔𝘈𝘜, 𝘭𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵
𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 : 𝘋𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱, 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 '𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘺', 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 '𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺'
A/N - Im so sorry, my dumbass accidentally deleted the Sabrina fic I was working on. Im so upset at myself. I made this short smau as an apology for the delay
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𐙚˖ ݁ Write however you want. This post isn’t meant to diminish other writing styles or tell anyone to write like I do. It’s just some advice I thought others might appreciate—and honestly, I just like putting my thoughts and opinions down on ‘paper.’
1. For Smut / Erotica
Don’t write for shock. Write for tension. Sex scenes should feel like a claim and a confession at the same time. Focus on what it feels like, not what it looks like.
Don’t say: He thrust into her faster and faster.
Try: He fucked her like he was trying to prove something. The bed creaked, her hand slipping against the sweat on his chest.
Think about rhythm. Short sentences hit harder. Fragments can feel like panting.
Example: His breath in your ear. Your name, again. The sound of skin. The silence right before he moves again.
Also make them talk. Dirty talk, praise, teasing, begging—whatever fits their dynamic. Dialogue gives your scene shape and personality(I'm a smut writer; trust me).
Example 1(dialogue):
“You can take it," [insert pronoun] murmur(s). “You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted me to fuck you dumb, fuck you raw. Wanted to feel me all the way here—”
“Feel me there, baby?”
You moan a broken “Yes.”
Example 2(dialogue + feeling):
“You can take it.” Her hand moves to the back of your neck, holding you down. “You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted me to fuck you dumb, fuck you raw. Wanted to feel me all the way here—” she slaps your lower stomach, just above your mound. “Feel me there, baby?”
You moan a broken “Yes.”
That’s better than paragraphs of anatomical detail.
2. For Fluff / Comfort / Non-Sexual Intimacy
You don’t have to write happiness like a Hallmark movie. Intimacy is in small, lived-in things. Write about touch that doesn’t lead anywhere. Care that doesn’t ask for anything back.
Example: She wipes the sauce off your chin with her thumb. You laugh. She doesn’t.
That's care too.
Show comfort through routine. People show they care by doing: making coffee, fixing a shirt, holding a knee under the table.
Example: He tugs your blanket higher. You pretend you’re asleep. He knows you’re not.
He makes your coffee before you wake up. Always the right amount of sugar.
Show comfort through small actions, not speeches.
She tucks your hair behind your ear. You don’t even notice you’ve stopped crying.
Fluff isn’t about being “cute.” It’s about safety.
She leans into your touch like it’s something she’s been waiting for all week.
Keep it grounded. Readers connect when it feels real, not perfect.
3. For Angst
Don’t go for drama(do it). Go for ache. The best angst feels quiet—like something heavy sitting in the room.
Example: She says she’s fine. She’s been saying it all week. The word sounds smaller every time.
Use restraint. Don’t write every emotion—hint at what they can’t say.
Example: He stands in the doorway like he might come back in. He doesn’t.
Don’t write “sad,” write regret. That’s what actually hurts.
He almost calls your name. Almost.
Use silence. Pull back instead of over-explaining.
She says she’s fine. The cup in her hand shakes.
Focus on what’s missing. What used to be there.
The bed feels too wide now.
Let silence sit between them. Keep it grounded—real mistakes, real consequences. That’s what makes it sting.
Note: Reader/neighbour is gender neutral but implied afab
(This could be read as platonic or romantic!)
They were.. a little confused upon meeting this tiny new neighbour, they didn’t speak normally, they simply… Babbled! None of them even knew where this little thing came from, so all of them had questions!
"Where did they.. come from?" Frank asked, looking at the tiny thing in your arms
"Uh..well, it’s.." you trailed off, eager eyes were on you. Before you could speak, a few poured in some ideas.
"well clearly, they came from an egg! And they just hatched!" Howdy said confidently. Reaching down and gently tapping the baby’s nose, causing it to scrunch up and coo softly.
"Hm..nah, I think they were left in a basket at the neighbours door, like I was with my ma" Barnaby said, Julie shook her head at this nonsense. "no way José!" She said, she was pressed up right against your side, looking down at the little thing in your arms. "Who’s josé?-" Barnaby chuckled, Julie waved him off. "this little cutie patootie was clearly born from a flower!…I don’t know why the flowers didn’t tell me we were getting a new neighbour!…" she declared, mumbling off slightly before turning her gaze to you.
Everyone was gently pushed back by Eddie, bless his soul.
"now everybody, let’s not crowd em, they look exhausted and.." he glanced over at you, he didn’t wanna be rude, but you knew you looked awful. "…frankly, unwell, we should be given em space! Mkay?" he finished. The neighbours all looked at each other before nodding their heads, giving you more space. Eddie turned to look at you, you looked downright dreadful, you looked like you hadn’t slept and your hair was a mess, which was so unlike you. His concern for you was beyond anything, but he didn’t know what to say or what to do.
Headcanons
Poppy was constantly worrying about both of you. Her feathers nearly falling out if it wasn’t for your reassurance that you were both ok, every small, unfamiliar noise that came from the infant was met with nervousness.She watched how you were so gentle with the baby, you didn’t explain much, but from what you have said, the baby was more fragile than glass! Which made her so nervous… She couldn’t help but fuss over every little thing. She was so nervous yet so excited when you allowed her to hold the baby, you had her sit down on the grass outside her barn, your arms, gently supporting her wings as she gently held the tiny little thing. If she had a heart, it would be soaring with how excited yet terrified she was. Those big round eyes staring up at her with such trust, it made her feel so good.
Howdy eagerly took a chance to expand his inventory for baby products! Baby clothes, bibs, bottles, rattles, a baby carrier, a stroller, Binky’s/pacifiers, formula and such! He didn’t mind the little stinker, it reminded him fondly of the simpler times with his nephews, whenever you came in, he happily greeted you both! He may or may not shamelessly take your baby for decoration- just put them in a little bowl (of course that’s properly baby proofed!) with a fitted costume for his next sale! A little pumpkin for 'terror n treats' and an adorable little ornament for home warming! What can he say? Cuteness sells goods! His goods at least! He has a few nicknames for the babe. "Greenie", "lil bug", "Spotty" and that’s just to name a few!
Julie is… A little disappointed that the baby can’t play her games yet, but that doesn’t mean she can’t make up new games that the little one can play! such as 'be a Rollie pollie!' and 'the cuteness competition!!' OR 'who can babble the best!'. She absolutely loves playing with your baby, you always have to remind her to be careful, however. It makes you a bit nervous every time she plays with them, but you know she’ll be careful. You know she wouldn’t want to hurt your baby! She also talks to the flowers with your baby, insisting to hear their opinions on them. Getting distressed when the baby put a flower in its mouth, she gently chastised the baby when that happened. "You silly little thing!! You’re not supposed to try and eat them! That was very rude!!" You gently had to remind her that the baby didn’t understand.
Barnaby was happy to try and show the baby tricks. He was rather pleased with himself when the baby finally figured out 'roll over' and 'sit'. He started walking on his all fours when the baby figured out how to crawl and he would follow them, playing a game of 'follow the leader.' he would gently tease them occasionally here or there, pretending to be miffed about not being the "littlest pooch anymore' but he promised it was all in good faith! When they would start throwing a tantrum, he would… Bark at them- what was he supposed to do? He thought they were just making some noise! Apparently that wasn’t the case…He would nap with them as well, he was a great napping spot he figured, plopping them up on his tummy as he watched them sleep, you would join in as well occasionally and it would be one big cuddle pile.
Frank didn’t know what to feel upon this new arrival, they asked a ton of questions, of course! What they could and couldn’t eat, making a schedule as well! Making everything 'just so'. They would observe a ton as well, helping where they could as well. They never realized how… Fragile humans could be, you were the first and only human they had ever met, they didn’t know what they expected for infancy of a human. They were deeply patient with the baby, knowing the baby didn’t understand well… Anything. They did speak to the baby as if it was an adult, saying it would 'improve their speech abilities' much faster than 'baby talk'. You thought it was funny. While they couldn’t carry the baby on their own (being as the baby is too heavy for their plush body), they happily would sit on their couch and read to them, they were sure they had a few children’s books on hand to read to them.
Eddie found them downright precious! Being a bit of the opposite of Frank and occasionally cooing to them. Playfully letting them wear his hat and being a 'junior mailman'. He liked spending time with them too when he wasn’t busy, playing a quick game of peekaboo or settling them down for a nap when you was tired, he didn’t realize how much work it took to be a parent! He did worry about you quite a bit, always willing to lend a hand so you could take a quick break. He would check in on you first on his mail route! Always making sure you knew that there was someone there for you, would you appreciate in quite a bit. He would talk to Frank a bit about you and the baby, he didn’t like some of the facts that Frank told him… Like how the baby didn’t have kneecaps yet- he didn’t know what they meant by yet…you had to explain that one-
Sally… she eagerly took in this new apprentice of the arts, babbling was now Shakespeare! Messes were masterpieces! You cannot convince her otherwise. She happily talks to the baby to "bounce ideas" for her next play. She also loves to make the costumes for the little one, you can’t leave them out! She loved thinking of ways to fit them into her plays! A sleepy little flower, a little lamb, a mouse, anything she can think of!! of course you’ll have to help with the baby and keeping them still enough so she can make the costumes with their measurements!.. maybe don’t let her watch the baby one on one for too long- you’re not sure if she will know what to do with a crying baby
And last, but certainly not least Wally darling! He certainly didn’t know what to think or what to do with this new tiny neighbour, staring at them was a common thing, they had big round eyes like him, he would talk to them as well. He didn’t understand the babbling that they made nor did he understand that they didn’t understand him. He liked holding them as well, sitting down on his chair and holding the little thing in his arms, they were so warm! Painting was another thing he liked doing with them, it was sure messy with them, but it was fun. Splatters of different colours mixing together. It was beautiful he likes to think.
And when it’s nap time? He is happy to help. Home brings down the shades, puts on a lullaby on the record and he quietly tells them a story as they fall asleep.
(sorry for this being so late, maybe it’s not the best but I am currently very sick and my tablet which I usually use to write killed itself on me-)
