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𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞

𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐢’𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬

𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥

➸ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐜 ➸ 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐜

➸ 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐜 ➸ 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐜 ➸ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐜

𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜, 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞: 𝐬.𝐛. 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐜

𝐡𝐩

𝐬.𝐛. - 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 | 𝐣.𝐩 - 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐫.𝐥 - 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧

𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐦 - 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 | 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐰 - 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫

𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐣 - 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐣𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 | 𝐫.𝐛 - 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

𝐞.𝐫 - 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 | 𝐥.𝐞 - 𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬

𝐝.𝐦𝐰 - 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐬 | 𝐦.𝐦 - 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐜𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝

𝐦.𝐦𝐤 - 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧 | 𝐭.𝐫 - 𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

𝐛.𝐳 - 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐢 | 𝐭.𝐧 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭 | 𝐝.𝐦. - 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲

𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐦.𝐚 - 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐨𝐧 | 𝐰.𝐚 - 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐨𝐧

𝐝.𝐣 - 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 | 𝐛.𝐥 - 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬 | 𝐬.𝐦 - 𝐬𝐭𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐠 - 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞

𝐞.𝐦 - 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 | 𝐬.𝐡. - 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

𝐜.𝐜 - 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦 | 𝐫.𝐛 - 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲

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reputationmunson · 1 year

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Incandescent Glow | s.h. x fem!reader

summary: late night swimming with your boyfriend, steve

content: SMUT (18+ ONLY), oral (fem rec), mentions of riding and spooning position, you and steve being so in love it hurts, fluff, pet names, no use of y/n, food mentions

word count: 2.5k

a/n: thank you so much @lilacletter for reading this and for your kind words. ily <3

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Anxiety courses through your veins when your phone rings at nearly midnight.

Who would be calling this late if it wasn’t some sort of emergency?

You quickly make your way to the telephone and pick it up. “Hello?” you answer, voice filled with concern.

“Hi, pretty girl” You let out a sigh of relief when you hear your boyfriend's voice. “Hi, Stevie. Is everything okay?”

“Nope. Far from okay” he replies and your stomach drops. “w-what’s wrong?” you stammer.

“I miss my girl.” he says, sighing dramatically and making you chuckle. “I thought you were hurt, dummy!” you lightly scold.

“I am hurt. Even more now that you didn’t say you miss me too” he whines. “I haven’t seen you all week, you know I miss you, too. A lot.” you reply honestly.

A week might not seem like a long time to most, but for you and Steve, it felt like a lifetime. It was the longest you’d gone without seeing each other since you started dating almost three months ago.

You weren’t ashamed of how much the two of you cling to one another, not one bit. You loved how he always had his hand on your thigh, his arm around your waist, or even just his pinkie looped with yours. Showing you affection was like second nature to Steve. Every touch or glances at each other in a crowded room was a reminder of how much you loved each other, even if you haven’t officially said those three words yet.

His friends always say he’s “disgustingly obsessed with you” and he always tells them “you would be too if you had a girl like her”. Though his friends like to make fun of how soft he is for you, they love how happy you make him. They especially love that they don’t have to listen to anymore stories of failed dates with girls that left him feeling hopeless.

“Can you come over?” He asks and fiddles with the phone cord while waiting for your response. “What’s in it for me?” you joke. “Unlimited kisses, obviously, and I’ll make you breakfast in the morning.” he promises.

“You’ll make your special pancakes?” you ask.“I’ll make my special pancakes.” he affirms.

Steve’s ‘special’ pancakes were just normal pancakes. Sometimes he would add blueberries or chocolate chips, but that isn’t what made them special. What made them special is how domestic it felt when you made them together or when he surprises you with breakfast in bed. Anything Steve does is special, even if it’s something as simple as pancakes.

“You’re very convincing, Harrington.” you say in a sing-song voice.“Does that mean you’re convinced?” you can practically hear him grin.

“I would’ve said yes even without the pancakes.” you tell him and he chuckles. “I know. I just like to spoil you. Do you want me to pick you up?” he offers. “It’s alright, I’ll drive. I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes, okay?”

“Bring a swimsuit.” he tells you. “Why?” you question. “I wanna go for a late night swim with my girl. If you want to”

“Yeah, that sounds fun! I’ll be there soon”

“I’ll be counting down the minutes.”

“You’re so cheesy.” you giggle. “Bye, Stevie”

“Bye, honey”

Steve opens the front door before you even have a chance to knock. He wastes no time pulling you into him, wrapping his arms around you tightly and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Missed you, baby” he lets out a sigh of relief at the feeling of finally having you in his arms. “Missed you, too.” you respond, burying your face in his shirt and inhaling the scent of his cologne.

Steve can’t believe how happy he feels right now to have you with him. He’s almost embarrassed at how tightly he’s holding you, scared that if he lets up even a little you’ll disappear.

“C’mon, let’s go inside” he grabs your hand, not letting go until you reach his bedroom. “So, I’ll, uh, let you get changed. If you still wanna go for a swim” he nervously scratches the back of his neck and you can’t help but grin about the fact he gets nervous around you.

“Of course I do. What else is the point of having a boyfriend with a pool?” your arms wrap around his neck and his hands fall to your waist. “So, that’s all I’m good for then, hm?”

“That, and all the free movies from family video.” you kid and he playfully rolls his eyes. “You’re lucky you’re cute. I’m gonna get changed in the bathroom, then I’ll meet you out by the pool, kay?” he says and pecks your lips before exiting his bedroom.

Before changing, you take a moment to look around Steve’s room. You’d been in here many times, but usually only to sleep or steal borrow one of his shirts, and you’ve always been too tired to observe his bedroom.

The first thing you take notice of is the nightstand next to his side of the bed. His glasses that he refuses to wear in public lay on the stand out of their case, which you will gently remind him to put in the case when he isn’t wearing them.

“Baby, you gotta keep them in the case or they might break” you’d tell him, to which he’d reply “like that would be the worst thing in the world.” and honestly, it might just be the worst thing in the world. Not only does he need them, despite his protests, but he looks incredibly handsome in them. You also find it sweet that he’s comfortable enough to wear them around you.

Your heart grows about three sizes when you see the picture in the frame that he keeps next to his bed. The picture is the two of you at Robin’s birthday party. You’re both wearing goofy party hats and Steve’s cheeks are flushed due to the drinks he had that made him unbelievably lovey dovey (not that you’re complaining). You’re both smiling so big your cheeks hurt just from looking at it.

That was the night Steve asked you to officially be his girlfriend. You said yes, but kindly asked him if he’d ask again when he was sober. It was the first thing he did when he woke up the next morning.

In the bottom corner of the frame, there’s a polaroid of you he took a couple of weeks ago. He called you late, much like he did tonight, and asked if you wanted to go on a little adventure. You said yes without hesitation even though he gave you no context.

He took you to lovers lake, of course. You both jumped in the lake and quickly got out when you felt the freezing water, giggling all the way to shore. You laid on the ground while your clothes dried and looked at the stars. Steve insisted on taking a picture of you, saying he never wanted to forget how pretty you looked under the stars.

Setting down the picture frame, you realize you should probably change before Steve comes back and finds you snooping through his room. Not that he would mind.

You quickly change into a simple one piece that’s the color Steve loves you in and throw one of his shirts over the suit before heading downstairs.

Steve’s already in the pool once you get outside. He’s floating on his back, but he lifts his head once he hears you walking towards the pool.

“Hi, handsome. Don’t you look relaxed” you observe and sit on the edge of the pool. “Figured I’d get comfy since you were taking too long” he teases, swimming over to you and standing between your legs. “m’sorry. got distracted.”

You run your fingers through his damp hair, pushing it back so it’s out of his eyes. “You look so pretty right now” you say, still running your fingers through his hair. “Do you have a crush on me?” he dramatically gasps, causing you to laugh. “Maybe I do” you move your hand to cup his cheek and wipe off water droplets with your water droplets.

“Are you gonna join me or sit there and look pretty? I’m fine with either one” he says before pressing a kiss to your palm. “I’ll join you if we play marco polo” you jokingly bargain. “Only if I get to be polo” he counters. “You’re so on. Prepare to lose, Harrington.” you say before standing up to remove your t-shirt.

Steve lets out a whistle once your shirt is off and thrown onto a lounger. “You trying to kill me, honey?”

“What? This is, like, the most conservative bathing suit ever.” you chuckle. “You’d make a garbage bag look sexy, babe.”

“Whatever you say, loverboy.” you respond, sitting back on the edge of the pool and sliding into the water.

Once you’re within reach, Steve grabs your arm and pulls you close to him so that your chests are pressed up against each other. His arms wrap around your waist and your wrap around his shoulders, your hands linked together behind his neck.

His nose gently nudges yours before he finally kisses you over and over. The loving and soft brush of his lips over yours fills your stomach with butterflies. One of his hands slowly travels down until he reaches your butt, giving it a light squeeze and a small gasp escapes your lips.

“I thought” kiss “we were gonna” kiss “play” kiss “marco polo” you say in between kisses. Steve chuckles and slightly pulls back. “We can if you really want to” he responds.

“No” is all you say before capturing him in a breathtaking kiss. Your legs wrap around his waist and his hands grasp the underneath of your thighs. His tongue glides into your mouth causing you to moan.

“Fuck, baby” Steve sighs into your mouth. “I wanna taste you” he confesses and you whimper. “yeah? you like the thought of me eating your pussy, sweet girl?”

“yes” you moan, absentmindedly grinding against Steves’ bulge, causing him to groan.

Steve carries you all the way to the side of the pull, encouraging you to sit on the side and you oblige quickly.

Steve uses his large hands to part your thighs and a smirk appears on his face once your legs are spread. “You’d do anything I told you to, wouldn’t you?” he looks up at you, still grinning like a devil. “uh-huh” you nod swiftly.

Steve presses a kiss to the side of each of your knees. He begins kissing up the inside of your thighs, occasionally nipping and sucking at the skin. You let out a shaky sigh in anticipation and your fingers thread through his hair, giving him a slight tug.

Once he’s reached the top of your thigh, he presses a kiss to your clothed core. “Steve, please” you plead and he doesn’t think he can make you wait a second longer.

He moves the part of the bathing suit covering your core to the side and licks a fat stripe from your hole to your clit. Your hand that isn’t in his hair grips the edge of the pool to keep you steady when his lips wrap around your clit and he starts to gently suck. “Fuck, Stevie” you moan just loud enough for him to hear, not wanting to alert any neighbours what you’re up to.

His hands hook onto your thighs with a harsh grip and you hope it leaves a mark.

His tongue toys with your clit at a slow, excruciating pace. He loves to tease you, loves to hear you beg for him. He knows it’s a little mean, but you just sound so pretty when you’re begging.

“Faster, please” you whine and that’s all he needed to hear.

Steve doesn’t hold back, sucking and licking your clit like a man starved. Steve’s tongue dips into your entrance and his nose nudges your bud. You throw your head back as you feel your orgasm approaching. You start to grind your pussy on his face, chasing that high you need so badly.

“I’m so close, baby” you groan in pleasure. Steve would know you’re close even if you didn’t tell him. Your breaths have shortened, the grind of your hips has gotten faster, and you have a death grip on his hair.

He doesn’t change his pace or do anything different because he knows you’re about to cum and he’s not going to do anything that would mess up hearing you scream his name as you cum for him.

“Steve, yes!” you scream, neighbours be damned. “I-I’m gonna- fuck- gonna-” you stammer, unable to speak as your orgasm washes over you. The pace of your hips still and Steve works you through your high, pulling away once he knows you’re satisfied.

You collapse onto your back as you catch your breath. Steve hops out of the pool and sits next to you, taking in how beautifully blissed out you look.

He can’t seem to think straight when you turn your head and look at him, giving a loopy smile. Love has been something that’s scared him since he was a teenager. Well, not exactly love, but the vulnerability that comes with being in love. When it comes to you, he’s never felt scared. He’s not afraid to give you his heart or show you sides of him that no one has ever seen, good or bad. Steve feels something with you he was sure only existed in movies and he can’t go another second without telling you.

“Hey” Steve whispers. “Can I tell you something?”

“Yeah. anything” you say and sit up, scooting closer to him. You grab his hand and give it a loving squeeze and he squeezes back.

“I love you. So much. Almost too much. It’s kinda crazy, actually. Like, I’m always thinking about you and wanna be with you all the time. I hope that doesn’t freak you out or anything, but, yeah, I just really fucking love you.”

“Steve…” you whisper, holding back happy tears “I really fucking love you too”

“Yeah?” he asks like it’s too good to be true. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re my favorite person.” you say and he smiles so big his nose scrunches. “You’re my favorite person too. Just don’t tell Robin or she’ll kill me”

“Deal. Now, should we go up to your room so I can show you how much I love you?”

Steve’s never moved faster in his life, practically sprinting inside while dragging you with him.

You rode him for as long as you could until you had no strength left in your legs. After that, you both laid on your sides as Steve fucked you from behind, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, not stopping until sunlight began to stream through the bedroom window.

You eventually fell asleep with your limbs intertwined with his, needing every inch of your body touching his.

Even though he was exhausted from barely sleeping, he still kept his promise to make you pancakes with an extra side of kisses when you woke up. It’s easily the best meal you’ve ever had.

thank you for reading :)

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morwaps-recs · 2 years

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𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞

𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥

➸ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐜 ➸ 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐜

➸ 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐜 ➸ 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐜 ➸ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐜

➸ 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜

𝐡𝐩

𝐬.𝐛. - 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 | 𝐣.𝐩 - 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐫.𝐥 - 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧

𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐦 - 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 | 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐰 - 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫

𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐣 - 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐣𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 | 𝐫.𝐛 - 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

𝐞.𝐫 - 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 | 𝐥.𝐞 - 𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬

𝐝.𝐦𝐰 - 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐬 | 𝐦.𝐦 - 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐜𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝

𝐦.𝐦𝐤 - 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧 | 𝐭.𝐫 - 𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

𝐛.𝐳 - 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐢 | 𝐭.𝐧 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭 | 𝐝.𝐦. - 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲

𝐡.𝐩 - 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐦.𝐚 - 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐨𝐧 | 𝐰.𝐚 - 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐨𝐧

𝐝.𝐣 - 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 | 𝐛.𝐥 - 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬 | 𝐬.𝐦 - 𝐬𝐭𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐠 - 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞

𝐞.𝐦 - 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 | 𝐬.𝐡. - 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 | 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐬 - 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞

𝐜.𝐜 - 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦 | 𝐫.𝐛 - 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲

#moots works ♡#morwaps smut rec #morwaps fluff rec #morwaps dark rec #t.n smut rec #s.b. fluff rec #s.b smut rec #r.b dark rec #r.b fluff rec #r.l. fluff rec #s.h. smut rec #d.m dark rec #l.e smut rec #r.l smut rec #e.m. smut rec #j.p fluff rec #e.m fluff rec #h.p smut rec #c.c smut rec

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𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞

𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐢’𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥

➸ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐜 ➸ 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐜 ➸ 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬

➸ 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐜 ➸ 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐜 ➸ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐜

➸ 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜

𝐡𝐩

➸ 𝐬.𝐛. - 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 ➸ 𝐣.𝐩 - 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 ➸ 𝐫.𝐥 - 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧

➸ 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐦 - 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 ➸ 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐰 - 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫

➸ 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐣 - 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐣𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 ➸ 𝐫.𝐛 - 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

➸ 𝐞.𝐫 - 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 ➸ 𝐥.𝐞 - 𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬

➸ 𝐝.𝐦𝐰 - 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐬 ➸ 𝐦.𝐦 - 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐜𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝

➸ 𝐦.𝐦𝐤 - 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧 ➸ 𝐭.𝐫 - 𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

➸ 𝐛.𝐳 - 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐢 ➸ 𝐭.𝐧 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭 ➸ 𝐝.𝐦. - 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲

𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

➸ 𝐦.𝐚 - 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐨𝐧 ➸ 𝐰.𝐚 - 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐨𝐧

➸ 𝐝.𝐣 - 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 ➸ 𝐛.𝐥 - 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬 ➸ 𝐬.𝐦 - 𝐬𝐭𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫

➸ 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐠 - 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞

➸ 𝐞.𝐦 - 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 ➸ 𝐬.𝐡. - 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

#morwaps smut rec #morwaps fluff rec #morwaps dark rec #morwaps angst rec #morwaps hurt/comfort recs #miscellaneous #moots works ♡#d.m dark rec #s.b smut rec #j.p. smut rec #r.b fluff rec #t.n smut rec #r.b dark rec #s.b. fluff rec #r.l. fluff rec #s.h. smut rec #l.e smut rec #r.l smut rec

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