#WritingRequests

[k-verse-sachi]

Requests

Welcome to the Requests Page! Got an idea for a story or headcanon? Whether it’s from Danny Phantom, DC Comics, Naruto/Boruto, Voltron (Klance!), K-pop, or a custom reader insert, I’d love to hear it! Please read the updated rules below before submitting your request.

Rules for Requests

1. Creativity is Encouraged, Respect is Essential

Feel free to explore crossovers, alternate universes, or unique takes on characters! They don’t need to match their exact personalities or situations from the original show, series, or idol group. However, I won’t tolerate disrespectful comments, toxic takes, or content that disses other fandoms or groups. Let’s keep the community positive and fun!

2. No Smut for Underage Characters or Idols

I will not write explicit content for underage characters or idols. Please respect this boundary.

3. Inclusive Reader Inserts

I write for all readers—male, female, non-binary, or gender-neutral. Please specify your reader preference in your request.

4. Anonymous Requests Welcome

Feel free to submit your ideas anonymously!

5. Safe and Respectful Content

Requests must avoid disrespectful, harmful, or unsafe themes. This includes non-consensual acts, abuse, or extreme violence. Let’s keep it fun and uplifting!

6. Fandoms I Write For

Danny Phantom

DC Comics (Damijon, TimCon, Superbat)

Naruto/Boruto (Boruto x Mitsuki, Naruto x Sasuke)

Voltron: Legendary Defender (Klance)

K-Pop (BTS, Stray Kids, ENHYPEN, and more upon request!)

Reader Inserts (For any show, game, or fandom!)

If your fandom isn’t listed, feel free to ask—I'm always open to exploring new ones!

7. Genres and Themes

I write in a variety of genres, including romance, fluff, angst, adventure, fantasy, slice of life, and more. Let me know your preferred vibe!

8. Be Detailed and Creative

The more details you provide, the better I can bring your vision to life! Include character dynamics, plot ideas, or specific scenes you want to see.

9. Patience is Appreciated

Writing takes time, and I want to make sure every request gets the love and attention it deserves. I appreciate your patience while I work through the queue.

How to Submit Your Request

How to Submit Your Request

To make it easier, follow this example format when submitting your idea:

Name: (Optional) Fandom: Character(s): Reader Preference: Genre: Plot or Idea: Specific Scenes or Details: (optional)

Example Request Format:

Name: (Optional) Fandom: DC Comics Character(s): Damian Wayne x Jon Kent (Damijon) Reader Preference: Gender-neutral Genre: Fluff, Romance Plot or Idea: “Damian introduces Jon to his favorite art gallery for a quiet date.” Specific Scenes or Details: “Add a scene where Jon buys Damian a sketchbook.”

Submit Your Request:

How to Send Your Request

You can submit your request through:

Tumblr Ask Box

Submission Box

Direct Message (DM)

Thank you for trusting me with your ideas! I can’t wait to bring your favorite characters and ships to life. Let’s create something amazing together!

💜 Happy Reading and Requesting!

[whisperingsweet-sleeptoken]

I’m starting requests!!

Ok to all my followers (and people I follow), I think I finally have the hang of the prompt writes and how to take requests!! I’m starting a bit slow so if I miss any requests I receive my deepest apologies, but for now I’m open to all!!

What I will write about:

COD: König, Soap, Ghost, Roach

Transformers (ES, IDW, TFA): Starscream, Optimus, Prowl, Bee, Sentinel, Ultra Magnus, Jazz, Rodimus, Blitzwing, Megatron(getting used to him)

One Piece: Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Nami, Robin, Katakuri, King, Cracker, Smoothie, Ace, Law, and Yamato

MINORS DNI PLS THX YOU, I HAVE BLOCKED AT LEAST THREE PEOPLE IN DMS BC THEY SAID THEY WERE UNDERAGE YET LIED ON THEIR BLOGS, I AM 17 AND I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH

[disominous]

What exactly is the demand for original paid work? Because I am STRUGGLING in college debt and am a professional writer (including scripts) and would love to know if anyone would pay even a little bit to a patreon or smth for requests 😭😭 like idc what it's for ILL DO ITTTTT

[winter-soldier-vibes]

Can I request HSP + depression reader (who thinks they are just weak and being crybaby) x Bucky, please? I understand you are super busy right now and I didn’t mean to rush you or anything but I'm just struggling with both HSP and depression and couldn’t help but send it right now. No need to hurry, just when you are free and maybe when you had nothing to write. Thank you and I love you!

Thank you for the request, I’m sorry it’s been a difficult time for you! I’m here if you need me and I hope that this helps!!! 

It’s called empathy

Bucky x reader

Word count: 1981

Warnings: depression, HSP (highly sensitive person), low self worth, negative self talk, swearing (that’s normal for me but this one’s a little extra), angst (more so internal idk if that needs a warning), fluff/comfort

Taglist: @buckys2thicc @babydaddy-buckybarnes @barnesplums @peggycarter-steverogers @mardema @abitgryffindorky @buckys-blue-eyes @strawberrimae @thatfangirl42 @freigeistundanderes @bucks-bunny @broadwaybabe18 @im-sick-of-failing

Taglist     Masterlist

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Breathe in

Breathe out

In 

Out 

...in…

You felt a tear escape your eyes

Goddamn it

You didn’t want to cry, you couldn’t let yourself. It was stupid, it was just some shitty remark from someone when they were in a shitty mood, it wasn’t your fault, all that bullshit you tried to tell yourself. It never worked.

You were trying to control your breathing, looking up at the ceiling trying to will the tears away, biting your lip. You would not cry, not over this. Not over something that wasn’t worth your tears

Not when you didn’t even know what exactly you were crying over. 

Yet here you were, gripping the edge of the bathroom sink with white knuckles, looking up at the ceiling trying to keep the tears at bay. And it wasn’t working.

Weak sensitive piece of shit. 

What good were you to the team if you cry in the bathroom like a baby every time something remotely stressful happens? People usually cry when they're in pain or when they’re grieving - the only excuse you had was you were stressed or sad. 

You felt another few tears escape and you angrily swiped them away, cursing yourself for being so weak. 

You hated this, you hated yourself. You were so numb most of the time, especially when you were alone. You found yourself alone in your room with racing thoughts feeling like you were falling apart. Yet when you were alone you could only stare at the ceiling wondering if it would get any worse. 

The answer was usually yes.

Whenever you would go on missions with the team, you were able to push aside your stress. You had a job to do and you would do it. But when the mission was over and you were walking back through the rubble - seeing all the blood, destruction, fear - then it would start to get to you. You would panic, you would feel tears cloud your vision. Tears for those you were leaving behind, and those who had nowhere to go, those who lost someone. That was understandable. 

It seemed to affect you more than the others though. It was understandable to be moved by so much destruction. But for you everyone felt like someone you had known and loved. 

You could feel the grief in those left behind, feel the sadness and pain that they were going through. 

The same was true when you weren’t on missions. When those who were on them would come back. Whether they were injured or their eyes were saddened - you knew when a mission was rough. You would listen, you would be there for people. It was easy to talk to you, and you were very wise. 

But it still overwhelmed you. You couldn’t say no, you didn’t want to. You wanted to help but it would be so emotionally taxing for you. So behind closed doors, you would break. Be there for others, listen when they need to talk, others come first - you took their emotional pain onto yourself. 

You were grateful that you could help - but in the process it was hurting you. 

You allowed yourself to feel sad when you were alone in your room. No one could see you be weak in the dark of your room. But you never cried much just from the pure exhaustion of your thoughts. Sometimes you wanted to, just feeling so incredibly empty that you just wanted to have an ugly crying session curled up in bed.

But you didn’t get to make that choice.

The crying wouldn’t come until the absolute worst times. If you had messed up on a mission, if Tony said something a little too harshly because to him everything was a joke, seeing something gruesome on a mission- whenever it came to someone else getting involved, the tears would come. Hell sometimes even being overwhelmed in public would be enough to start the waterworks. 

You always felt so fucking weak for it. The slightest environmental stressor could stress you out too much and move you to tears. You had no reason to be upset most of the time. But you would get angry at yourself for being upset, which would make you more upset that you couldn’t control it, making it harder to control.

It was a vicious cycle.

Lately it had been popping up more and more recently. Smaller things were upsetting you more than usual. You were becoming more sensitive to external stimuli and as a result, you spent as much time as you could in your room. You were embarrassed by yourself. Both by your emotions and by your inability to control them. 

This time you were just upset that you were upset. It had been a long night the day prior, just a lot of paperwork to do. There had been a mission earlier this week that you hadn’t been assigned to, but it had been brutal for everyone who had gone. So far today had been a normal day by anyone’s terms, an emotionally exhausting one for you. One of those where you woke up tired and the thoughts of another day were enough to draw you to tears. Nothing had even happened, but apparently nothing needed to happen. 

Your emotions came and went without your consent. 

You knew deep down it was probably some sort of emotional build up - that whole quote about bottling things up until they got to be too much - it happened every time but you still thought you could handle yourself better than that. You didn’t want to vent or be a problem to anyone. But when you are the emotional support for most of the team and you haven’t been able to get enough sleep or take time for yourself - you didn’t have much of a say as to when the bottle overflows.

A few more tears fell and you slammed your hand on the counter, wiping your tears angrily once more. “God fucking damn it why can’t you just stop fucking crying!” you exclaimed, feeling a few more tears falling “Weak piece of shit!” 

There was knocking on the door, pulling you out of your self deprecating thoughts. You gasped lightly, wiping your face again. 

Knock knock

You jumped a little, gasping slightly. No one was supposed to be here, it was the middle of the night. 

“Y/n? What’s going on in there? Are you alright?”

You took a shaky breath. Of course it would be Bucky who heard you. Why would it be anyone else?

“I’m fine Bucky, it’s late, you should go to sleep.”

“Then why are you still awake?” Bucky responded. You heard him sigh a little outside the door. “Come out here and tell me you’re okay.”

“Really Bucky?”

“Unless you want me to come in there, but I don’t think Stark would appreciate me breaking your door.”

You took a small breath and walked over to the door, opening it. You crossed your arms and met Bucky’s concerned eyes. “I’m fine, Bucky.”

Bucky sighed, taking in your appearance. Red eyes, flushed face, your hair was messy - you were definitely crying. He hated when you wouldn’t admit that you weren’t ok. “You know you don’t have to be, right?”

You clenched your jaw, trying to keep fresh tears from clouding your vision. “What?”

“You say you’re fine, you always say that you’re fine until you break. I heard you crying, I can see that you’re not feeling okay yet still you try to keep a brave face. And I just want you to know that you don’t have to always be okay.”

You let out a breath. “I - i…” you looked down and shook your head, lost for words. 

“Y/n, I’m not here to judge you. Can you try to tell me what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” you said looking up at him “It’s literally so stupid, Bucky.”

“Y/n, nothing you say right now is going to sound stupid. 

You shrugged your shoulders, still not quite meeting his eyes. “I don’t know, I just get so worked up sometimes, but it’s stupid. I tell myself I’m not going to be bothered and then I freak out again. The smallest things bother me and I get stressed out and then I cry like some stupid weak bitch. People have it worse than me, God, you have it worse than me. Everyone here has some sort of traumatic awful thing happen to them and then there’s me and I get sad because I see other people sad,” you were crying again and you wiped at your face, covering your eyes. “God Im so fucking stupid I -”

Bucky pulled you into his chest as you let out a sob. “You’re not stupid, y/n.”

“YES I AM. I get worked up over the smallest shit, I don’t listen when people tell me to take breaks, I take everything too personally and I can’t stop fucking crying when I don’t even know what the fuck is wrong!” you exclaimed, trying to push yourself away, ashamed.

Bucky held you tightly, not letting you go. “That’s not your fault. It’s not up to you how your feelings show up.”

“But I cry at the most stupid shit and I can’t control it.”

“You’re not supposed to know how to control it,” he said, pulling back to look at you. “Emotions can’t be controlled. They just happen and it’s rarely convenient.”

“Then why do I feel so weak? If this,” you gestured to yourself “is so goddamn normal then why isn’t everyone else breaking down every other day?” 

Bucky brushed some hair out of your face. “Your emotions are yours, no one else’s. No one has the right to tell you how to feel. Think of it this way - you can’t expect everyone to have the same amount of strength or stamina - no one has the same emotional response either. And that doesn’t make you weak, it makes you you.”

You shook your head. “I just feel so weak all the time.” 

“And I’m here to remind you that crying isn’t weak. You are not a weak person, you are not a bad person, you’re not any of those things your mind tells you. You’re a kind and thoughtful person. You put your heart into everything you do. You help everyone you can. Mourning someone else’s loss isn’t weakness. It’s called empathy.”

You took a small breath. “Then why does it hurt so goddamn much?”

“”I don’t know. And I can’t say for certain that you won’t always feel that way. But I know I can tell you that you aren’t weak, and I’ll be here every time you feel that you are.” 

You nodded your head slightly. “You don’t think I’m weak?” you asked quietly.

He pulled you back into a hug. “Not in the slightest, y/n.”

[kmariewritesss]

And you deserve someone who can’t wait to talk to you and spend time with you; wants to get to know the real you and fall in love with you unconditionally. To be treated with great respect and cherished with selfless love and care for the right reasons - someone who makes promises and follows up with actions to prove it. You deserve to be loved by someone who promises you the world and vow to cherish and take care of and protect you against any troublesome or greedy hands of others. A loved one that promises you a future, a family and kids together; promise a ring. And you deserve someone who follows up with these words by their actions. Someone who is proud to be with you and continues to show their excitement of how they can’t wait to put a ring on it and call you their “wifey or husband,” their “rock.” So, stop settling for halfhearted, indecisive, selfish men or women. Don’t settle for someone who sweet-talked into your heart and begged to be with you - only to be repeating the same thing with other people because they are “lonely,” and don’t know what they want.

kmn // you deserve to be loved wholeheartedly

[stylennyisvalid]

so, um-

first post here we go-

I mEAN-

🌟 Welcome to my blog! 🌟

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My name is Nicole, but you can call me Niki or Nick, I don't mind.

I don't take drawing requests (yet) but I do take request writing, heacanons and advice prompts if you need it, mostly about ships.

Here is a little list about the fandoms I'm in (with, of course, the ships I would and wouldn't write about):

Voltron (mostly Klance, but you can also ask something else, I'll let you know if I will write that particular ship or not- just,, not Allura and Lance and Shiro and Keith, I don't like them)

South Park (stylenny and creek, of course, but I like a lot of other ships, so feel free to request- THE ONLY SHIP I ASK YOU NOT TO REQUEST IS KYMAN. Or any ship Cartman related. The only one I can stand is Heiman and maybe Candy,, but nothing else.)

Musicals (Heathers, DEH, Hamilton, BMC, ask right away. The only ship I don't really like is Zoe and Evan, the rest is okay, ig??)

My Little Pony EG (LET'S BE CLEAR. I will do JUST the Equestria Girls requests, not the pony ones. I'm not a brony. Almost any ship is okay, tbh. I'm not picky on this.)

Animes (this is way too long, but ask right away! I really don't mind, and if I don't know the one you request, I'm sorry.)

SKAM (for now, I only watched Italy, France and Norway, but I'll probably watch all of them since I love the shows and all their remakes.)

Camp Camp (um,, you can ask any ship here too. NOT MAXVID. A Dadvid one-shot is okay, BUT NOT MAXVID.)

She-ra (canon couples only. No Glimmadora or ships like that.)

The Owl House (Mostly Lumity, but also other ships. Just,, not EdaxLuz or EdaxLilith or EdaxKing or EldricxElmira. Please.)

These are the main fandoms, otps and notps I will accept/not accept.

Don't be scared to ask me to rp, too! I love rping, and I'd be soooo happy to do that!

Hope this made things clear of who I am!

Can't wait to see your requests! ♡

[a-tamed-dragon]

Taking Writing Requests Again

If anyone has a request either comment here or dm me! 

Word limit to around 500 or so, unless it turns into a multi-chapter thing ( you never know)

So if you want to read anything specific that I could write to help you get through this quarantine feel free to reach out!

-Prue

[littlerainykitten]

(Little_Rainy_Kitten on Archive of Our Own)

I'm taking requests! Specifically, requests for YouTube oneshots/YouTuber pairings. Read the post tags to see what I'm open to! When requesting, please specify if you want a platonic or romantic version of the pairing. I am open to Reader Inserts.

Below I will provide a list of single-sentence prompts. Feel free to include any of your own ideas when requesting! The written prompts will be posted seperately here on Tumblr before being put in a compiled book for AO3. When requesting, just ask for the number, as they'll be labelled in numerical order.

Before I give you the one-line prompt ideas, remember that I am open for roleplaying! You'll find the post containing my roleplay rules on this blog.

List of Prompt Ideas (Open to Requests) (I am NOT taking requests for sexual prompts.)

#1: " How could you do this to me?!"

#2: "I hate you!"

#3: "I really think you're going to regret this."

#4: "I'm not hungry."

#5: "Stop! That tickles!"

#6: "I'm just tired, that's all."

#7: "I'm sorry."

#8: "Don't talk to me."

#9: "I've given you plenty of chances to improve."

#10: "This stops right here, right now."

#11: "Wanna dance with me?"

#12: "I love the way you smile."

#13: "Stop staring, you're making me nervous."

#14: "I'm not a baby!"

#15: "What are you looking at?"

#16: "Look out!"

#17: "Stop, that hurts!"

#18: "I really don't want to work today."

#19: "I'm not feeling too good."

#20: "I need your help."

#21: "Is it gay to ask for a hug?"

#22: "You're an idiot."

#23: "I'm not crying, you are."

#24: "This is a bad idea."

#25: "Please, forgive me."

#26: "I just want you to hold me."

#27: "I can't find it!"

#28: "I'm so lonely."

#29: "I'm not undressing in front of you."

#30: "It's so beautiful here."

#31: "I'm freezing!"

#32: "You make me so angry sometimes!"

#33: "I love you too much to hate you."

#34: "I did something awful".

#35: "I'm pregnant!"

#36: "What's your biggest fear?"

#37: "I want to draw something for you."

#38: "I wrote a song for you."

#39: "I'm scared off the dark."

#40: "I feel like I can't breathe.

And there you have it! Once again, these prompts are specifically for YouTubers and YouTuber pairings. I'll do anything that isn't NSFW. If you have any questions or concerns, you can reach out to me at any time. I do highly recommend that you check out my stories on AO3 if you haven't already. Thank you so much and have a great day!

-Rain

[stargrwl]

requests uwu

(￣▽￣) send me your story (privately or publicly, your preference), and i’ll write you poetry/writings for free!

just go to the “ask me questions” button and shoot! 

(￣▽￣)

[haileygarciasunshine]

Let’s celebrate the New Year, with some writing requests❣️❣️🥳🎊🎉2️⃣0️⃣2️⃣1️⃣

Prompt List

Created: 04/06/20

Last Updated: 12/17/20

A/N: It’s not necessary to send a request with any of these, however they’re just here to help add to your idea! Also please note these are a hodge-podge of prompts I put together that I found on the internet.

Keep reading

[estimatedperson-blog]

Writing Requests

I’ll take really anything. I’m not the best at the smuts but I’ll try my best if that’s what you want *wink wonk*.

Really just send me any request. If i don’t know what you’re talking about or requesting I might ignore you or ask you to specify/give me a link to learn more. I do have the right to refuse to write something, so don’t get pissed at me for not writing something that makes me uncomfortable or if I don’t get to it soon enough for you’re liking. Fun fact: I’m in a good amount of fandoms so if you ask me to write about a certain fandom, a might know it. If not, I’ll look it up.

[jareaulamontagnes]

going to start to use my tumblr more for writing purposes. using imagines, short fics i come up with, new fics that might or might not be exclusive to tumblr and not on wattpad and just any other random writing plots that you might suggest for other fandoms you might be apart of. so for now, get requesting with anything you would like for me to write and thank you for reading 🤍 - hope you all are having the best day.

[mothbiite]

My friend Mew’s taking writing requests! She’s extremely talented, so feel free to check out her work and submit a request! ✨

So I've got nothing to write about. If anyone wants to request something for me to write, go off! But first, rules:

1) No NSFW (reserved only for select people)

2) I'm only accepting fanfiction requests for the following: BNA, LWA, Houseki no Kuni, Keep Your Hands off Eizouken!, Stardew Valley, and My Time at Portia

3) If you request a piece abt an OC, tell me a little bit about them so I can write them properly :D

4) I have the right to refuse any request if I'm uncomfortable with it.

[winter-soldier-vibes]

Leave requests here!

Hey everyone!!! As you can tell, I write fanfiction and I ejoy it a lot. I write a lot based on either experience or I am inspired by song lyrics. I have plenty more ideas and there’s more coming (I write daily), but if anyone has any ideas, prompts, or one-liners feel free to comment on this post or message me and I’ll write for you! Currently I write mostly Marvel/Marvel cast (I love you Bucky/Sebastian), Criminal Minds, and Newsies fanfiction, but I’d be down to branch out as well. I need shows and movies to watch! Call it research ;-) Just let me know what y’all would like to read! xoxo

[kmariewritesss]

When you start to realize what is going on, her texts started to become shorter and shorter. She stopped texting you first thing in the morning, stopped asking you how your day was. You lost her slowly, but you didn’t even notice. She made everything easy, she didn’t play games or treated you terribly, and she went above and beyond to make you happy. She was everything you wanted and needed and you didn’t even know it. You stopped being everything she needed and pushed her to the point that you became everything she didn’t want.

kmn // the absence of her presence pt. 3

[teamred]

sweet nothings

requested by: anonymous | org. post

summary: day or night, your best friend, now current boyfriend, always keeps you enraptured. however, one morning is a little sweeter than the rest due to a small confession.  pairing: tom holland x reader  warnings: smut, unprotected sex, mention of thigh riding, fluff word count: 1.2k words

gif created by me | please credit if used

Saturday’s sun rays peeked through the window shades, making their way over the pillows and hovered you and your new lover’s faces. Your eyes twitched from the touch of the warmth before you awakened to flip your phone over to check the time. 

Tom may have been your newest lover and latest partner, but he definitely wasn’t a stranger to your bed, nor your life. 

It had been about a month since you two officially started to date. No one ever tells you what happens when you begin to date your best friend. The lead-up is the same—the flirting, the touches, the lightbulb moment—but the tension is so, so much different. You nearly jumped his bones at the end of the first date in the front seat of his car (inevitably, both of you made your way to the backseat later that evening). 

A smile blossomed upon your face as you turned to Tom, still sleeping peacefully. You carefully brushed a piece of loose hair away from his face. 

“Mmm, good morning, love,” he mumbled against your touch. 

Then, his eyes slowly peered open to take in the beautiful sight in front of him. Wanting him to be next to you, you turned over and pushed the back of your body against his. Warm, toned arms slinked above your waist before he fulfilled his goal; the intertwining of your fingers with his. 

“Did you sleep well?” 

You nodded and hummed to yourself while he kissed your shoulder. Biting your lip, you noted the rising pressure against your behind. Blurry flashbacks of last night played within your mind. 

Your back pushed up against the bedroom wall. Hands roamed from your neck, to your waist, to your thighs, and, of course, to your warmth. Fingers inside you, played with you until you unraveled. He was the conductor, and you were the loud orchestra following his lead. A few orgasms escaped, staining the walls with sin, even prior to you two reaching the bed. 

You were bent over, knees and hands on the bed. The smacks upon your bare ass echoed in the room. Tom had to ensure you knew you were his, and he was yours. Taking control, you changed it up and pushed him onto the bed.

The sensations of your clit against his thigh. Him pushing and angling his naked leg upward, creating more pressure and more pleasure. It was all too much, and you two were barely getting started. 

Looking down at him, grunting—”Fuck, I love your cock”—and riding said cock. Tom’s eyes switched between the view of his length being stroked by your perfect, wet pussy, your perfect tits bouncing, and your gorgeous face in ecstasy. You edged him, you edged him so God damn close. 

But it was his turn to change it up. Your man pinned you down, hands above your head, and rawed your pussy fast and hard before making your eyes roll to the back of your head one last time for the night. 

Unwillingly, but needing to stretch, Tom pulled away and pushed himself up, letting his upper body lean onto the headboard. Following suit and already missing his touch, you straddled the shirtless man and gave him a chaste peck on the lips. 

“Did you sleep well?” 

He nodded in response prior to grasping your neck, bringing you in for a sweet, deep kiss. You moaned softly, melting into it, and let your hands cup his cheeks. His morning wood never went away and became more prevalent adjacent to your own rising heat. Subconsciously, you began to grind into him in your panties. 

And moments later, like last night, you were on Tom’s cock again, except this time you wore his t-shirt and he sat up on the bed. The second he filled you, you sighed blissfully whilst leaning your head back. 

“Didn’t have enough of me last night, hm?” Tom remarked with a raise of an eyebrow. 

After you playfully smacked his arm, you held onto his shoulder as your other hand gripped the bedsheets for balance. You took your time, making sure he felt you on every inch of his cock with every movement. 

Taking advantage of your position, both of you crashed lips once again. There was no doubt the position increased intimacy, and the intimacy heightened the pleasure. No thoughts were needed; your hips fastened the pace. 

Now, you and Tom were forehead to forehead, panting on each other’s face between small, brief kisses between the riding. Somehow, your right hand found his left, linking together tightly. Tom used his free hand to cup your cheek, rubbing his thumb against your skin. 

“God, you’re so beautiful, y’know that?” 

Your body shrunk downwards a little bit, including your cheek, which relaxed deeper into his palm. How did he have such a way with words? 

So intoxicated and immersed, your body left inhibitions and suddenly, three little words slipped out from your lips. 

Something in you froze. Time stood still in the cracks of your mind, despite your physical self still going up and down with Tom inside of you.

Neither of you had really expressed your love to each other yet, but it wasn’t far fetched to do so. Although you started dating not long ago, you two were friends for a while. Were I love you’s really out of the question? 

But what if Tom didn’t love you back? Was this too soon? 

A second later, your doubts were cooled when Tom answered your question. 

He nonchalantly, and without a speck of hesitation, said:

“I love you, too.” 

The handsome figure freed your hand. His fingers trailed from behind your neck, then down your back, before he reached for your waist, thumbing your back tenderly. From a mixture of both the intimacy and your need to peak, you opted to pick up the pace. 

For better leverage, you came close to his body. So close, his face was in the crevice of your neck and hair. You always worried your sweat or hair would get in his way, but Tom didn’t care. He never did. As long as you were the one with him in these moments, he couldn’t care less. 

As if reading your mind, Tom continued speaking in between your bounces, “I don’t-ugh-care if it’s too-fuck-soon. I love you with all my heart.” 

Your body bursted at the sound of his words. 

“Tom, Tom, Tom,” you repeated his name, a mantra falling off your tongue due to partially from the sex, but mostly from the confession. A knot pulsed faster and hotter in your lower abdomen. You arched your body as you came undone on his cock.   

Not wanting him to be frustrated nor to be unfair, you finished him off soon after, having his come mark and drip down your thighs. 

After the clean-up, you two fell backwards, panting side by side on the bed. You locked eyes one more time.  

“I love you,” Tom reached over and the tip of his fingers curled with yours. 

You reciprocated softly, “And I love you.” 

You shared a kiss, one longer than usual, then both of you put on clothes and got ready for the day ahead of yourselves.