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[yuri-is-online]

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Can I ask for prompt 5 with Floyd, Idia and Leona?

Thank you<3

5. Jealousy pt.1- seeing their partner wearing someone else's jacket

（＾ワ＾） thank you annon, your words mean a lot. Of course you can! how did i know Floyd was gonna get this prompt

notes: they/them pronouns used for Yuu, miscommunication and jealousy but everything ends happy. Check out the rest of the event requests here.

Floyd

Floyd unceremoniously dumps you off his in a secluded corner of the gymnasium hallway.   “Shrimpy…" he whines, yanking on the hem of the used gym shirt you are wearing as he uses his other arm to cage you against the wall "where did you get that shirt?” “From the laundry basket in your room this morning?”  He had stolen your blazer a few days ago to as a joke so you had impulsively decided to pay him back by snatching something of his. He's always whining about wanting you to wear is clothes anyway, why is he so upset? “It’s yours isn’t it?” “Nah.” Floyd's lips purse in displeasure.  “Nah, that's Jade’s not mine.  If ya look, he has his name written in stupid little letters on the tag.”  Oh.  OH.  Well, now you just feel stupid and fix your eyes firmly on his shoes. How could you be so stupid? Of course, some of Jade's clothes would be in the room's ONE laundry basket. Hell, you aren't actually sure Floyd uses the hamper now that you think about it. You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for the teasing as you look up prepared to apologize, only to completely lose your train of thought at the sight of Floyd yanking his jersey over his head. “FLOYD!”

“Huh?  What’s wrong lil shrimpy?" A very sharp grin emerges from the cloth, though he doesn't bother to take his arms out of the shirt just yet. "I'm on the bench aaaaaaaany way ‘s not like I need it.” “You’ll be cold!” It's the wrong argument to make when he practically has you pinned to the wall. “No I won’t,” he giggles, good mood blown back to life by the flames of your embarrassment “and if you’re that worried just stay here and squeeze me.”

Idia

"You're seriously too unaware for your own good." Idia mutters, wrapping himself further into Jack's jacket as you try to hide yourself in his hoodie. The outline of his hair flickers a gentle pink as the two of you try your best to avoid looking at each other.

"He was just worried about me being cold because I wouldn't stop sneezing during class." Idia's sweatshirt smells surprisingly nice, and once you get the courage to look up at your boyfriend he doesn't look bad in the regular uniform jacket either. Though you have to admit, he is at his cutest when he is comfortable and he definitely is not right now.

"We aren't in the same classes so I miss out on time limited quests like that, huh." He mutters, reaching up to fidget with his headphones while you wonder if touching him would spook him too much. "It's almost like everyone forgets we're together."

"I'd never let them do that!" You decide to risk it, wrapping your arms around Idia's torso in a loose embrace he can escape if he needs to. It forces him to really look you over, taking in the full sight of you in his hoodie and a deep, deep breath.

It makes his hair explode into a beautiful hot pink display.

"On second thought take it off." He squeaks, jumping back from your hug and burying his face in his hands.

"Idia-"

"Quick, I can't handle this much agrro!"

Leona

There is an angel at rest in the furthest corner of the NRC library. Their head is firmly smashed against a text book, leaving a clear dent in their cheek that is threatening to turn into a series of paper cuts. Anyone would look at them and be drawn in...

Which was precisely the problem. Someone had forgotten they had a much more comfortable place to nap and a much more comfortable partner than a stack of old books, and hadn't gone looking for him, forcing Leona to do some work for once. And good thing he decided to go on patrol too, some small brained herbivore had decided to try and push in on his territory. As if sensing his presence, you stir in your sleep slightly and Leona suppresses a smile. Barely.

"Oy." Leona bats the offending jacket off from around your shoulders, resisting the urge to turn it to sand, reminding himself that would be petty and beneath him.

Exactly where that jacket was right now.

"Leona?" You murmur sleepily, trying to resist the temptation to rub your eyes. His heart clenches painfully in denial of how cute you are.

"What are you some sort of cub? Making me come looking for you like this." His insults make you smile for some reason as you reach to shove your books back into your bag blissfully unaware of the jealousy storming behind them.

"Let's go take a nap," you hum, well aware those are some of Leona's favorite words "I had a really nice dream about you, wanna actually wake up in your arms next time." Well now, Leona certainly isn't going to argue with that.

[sorchathered]

Heartbreaks & Happy Birthdays

Happy sleepover Saturday y’all, I thought I’d kick it off with a miracle, yes you are seeing this right I wrote a fic for Bradley! @roosterforme I know you are somewhere victory dancing 😂. Hope you guys enjoy it!

Pairing- Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x reader

Warnings- drinking, allusions to smut, language, angst.

Summary- you throw Bradley a birthday party and it ends in disaster, can you move past it or is it time to let him go?

It had started out as such a good weekend, for the life of him he couldn’t figure out when it went wrong.

Bradley had turned 37 on Thursday and you’d agreed to spend the weekend with him, getting off of work early Thursday to cook his favorite dinner (a recipe of Carole’s you’d found in storage) and treating him to a fancy new lingerie set that had been an absolute hit, you even let him take some pictures and videos for his next deployment which he couldn’t wait to watch over and over again on nights when he couldn’t hold you close. You were his sweet quiet girl and although the two of you couldn’t be more different it just made sense when you were together, he brought out a side of you that no one else could, he was a live wire, his bright smile and infectious energy captivated everyone who interacted with him but when he was with you? It was like puzzle pieces snapping in to place, a perfect mix of yin and yang that just fit seamlessly.

You and a few members of his squad had been planning him a surprise party for weeks, you’d mostly let Phoenix handle all the invites and had thrown yourself into decorating and finding a caterer, even Jake had helped by asking one of his buddies to dj for the night, the country club the boys played golf at had graciously let you rent the conference room and it was sure to be an evening to remember.

Friday night came and you had convinced him that he was just going out for dinner at the restaurant in the clubhouse with a few of his friends, dressed in a floral button down with some black slacks he looked like he’d stepped right out of a magazine, you were having trouble keeping your thoughts together as he pulled into the lot in his shiny blue bronco, swollen biceps stretching the soft material from all the pushups he’d been doing lately. You hadn’t even realized he’d been talking to you until he stroked your cheek, eyebrow cocked and a knowing smile on his face, of course he could see right through you, he knew you’d been checking him out. “Oh Bradley I’m so sorry, I don’t know where my head was, what did you say?” He chuckled as he unbuckled you and pulled you across the bench seat by your waist, rucking up the sides of your sundress as you went, using his massive left hand to curl around your jaw and the back of your neck as he kissed you breathless, running the other hand up your back and shoulder as he ran his tongue along your lips and you opened for him with a breathy moan, tongues tangled together and reducing you to a puddle. He pulled away much sooner than you would have liked, causing a whine to tear from your throat as you chased his lips. “I know it, I’m gonna take my time with you later sweetness but you did all this planning for dinner so let’s go eat and then I can have my dessert.”

When you made a sharp turn towards the conference room he scrunched his eyebrows in confusion, but quickly realized what you were up to as the doors were thrown open to everyone yelling surprise at him. He’d never had a surprise party, hell he hadn’t had a birthday party since he was a kid, he couldn’t believe that everyone had pulled this together under his nose, the boys quickly drug him away for a drink and you and Phoenix just laughed at how excited he looked. It looked like just about everyone Bradley worked with was here, including quite a few people you’d never seen before, but it was expected really; your boyfriend never seemed to meet a stranger and that much was evident by the wall to wall crowd dancing the night away. Somehow he’d pulled you into the middle of the dance floor, twirling you around the floor and kissing you breathless amongst the sweaty bodies and flashing lights, it should have been overwhelming but he always seemed to make you feel comfortable in the most vulnerable situations.

You finally excused yourself and headed for the rest room, you were sure you looked a mess and as you checked yourself over in the mirror you were definitely right. Kiss swollen lips and smudged lipstick, hair all in disarray and you giggled to yourself at the thought of what was to come later that night. As you stepped into the stall you heard a group coming in behind you, no doubt doing the same as you but when you heard them talking you realized they were gossiping about you. “I really don’t get it, she’s a librarian or something right? Could she be any more boring looking?” One said to the other and you could hear her friend agreeing, “I mean at least when you guys were hooking up it made sense, you both have so much in common, I’m sure he’ll get bored eventually Lisa don’t even worry about it, she can’t honestly think they’re going to last.”

You were so humiliated, had you really come off as plain and uninteresting? Was Bradley bored of you? You thought things were going so well and yes you had honestly been thinking about what a future with him might hold, it had only been six months but you’d never felt so loved by anyone. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as you waited for them to leave, finally it got quiet and the booming music filtered through the room as someone opened the door, unlocking the stall you made your way out of the door only to realize the girl who had apparently hooked up with your boyfriend was still preening over herself in the mirror. You swiped your eyes with a tissue as you felt your skin flush and prickle, knowing her eyes were on you. She capped her lipstick and fussed with her hair, giving you a once over as she stepped towards the door. “No offense sweet pea, you seem nice but what Bradley needs is someone wild; a big personality to match his and you just aren’t that. You won’t be enough, he needs more than just a quiet wallflower to keep his attention, I’d enjoy it while it lasts if I were you.”

It felt like you’d been slapped, you couldn’t even bring yourself to respond as more tears came, you needed to get out of here; the room was spinning and you couldn’t get a deep breath, you stumbled out into the crowded space only to see that same girl with her hand on Bradley’s arm, you didn’t stick around to see anything else, your heart couldn’t bear it. Opening the ride share app you typed in your address and thanked the stars that there was only a two minute wait, typing out a half ass apology about feeling sick to Bradley and Natasha as you cried all the way home.

By the time Bradley got your message you were long gone, he had been wandering around looking for you but no one seemed to know where you’d been. He stepped outside and called you immediately but it went to voicemail, trying again with the same result. He messaged you ask if you needed him to come to you, but you replied that he should enjoy the party and that you needed to sleep, and as torn as he was he trusted that everything was ok, promising to bring you breakfast in the morning and spend the day with you. You’d cried until you couldn’t anymore and then had the worst sleep you’d had in ages, waking up to a pounding headache and knocking at your door. It was nearly 10 am, you weren’t the sleeping in type and when you checked your phone you had a litany of missed calls and texts. You groaned as you trudged down the hall to your door, not bothering to see who it was before you opened it, only to be met with the honey brown eyes of your ridiculously handsome boyfriend, coffee and a donut from your favorite shop in hand as he looked you over. “Oh baby you look like you feel awful, come on let’s get you back in bed, dr. Bradshaw has exactly what you need.” He’d said with a wink, he was acting as though everything was normal but you couldn’t bring yourself to reciprocate, just shrugging lightly and letting him usher you back to bed.

You’d let him in and settled into bed with him as he turned on a movie, but your smile wasn’t meeting your eyes and he could barely get a word out of you. He was really starting to worry that he’d done something wrong, but no matter how he wracked his brain he was coming up with nothing.

He’d told you once that when you smiled at him it was like you held all the answers in the universe in that one look, like you could solve any problem with a kiss and make everything ok. He wanted to be that for you, but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out what was wrong. You’d all but turned away from him in bed and fallen asleep halfway through the movie, leaving him even more confused than before, you’d planned him an elaborate party and now you wanted nothing to do with him? What the hell was going on?

When you woke a few hours later you felt more yourself, but turning over in bed to find it empty sent worry through you all over again. “Bradley?” You called as you came down the hall, hearing the drone of the tv you sighed in relief as you found him texting on his phone while some basketball game played in the background. He gave you a small smile and held his arms out for you, but you hesitated; and he noticed. “Ok, you gotta talk to me baby I’m completely lost here, what is going on with you? We were aces yesterday and now you don’t want to touch me, I can’t fix it if I don’t know why it’s broken honey, you gotta give me something.” Your eyes welled up with tears again as you plopped down on the couch, if Bradley had been confused he was even more so now. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I know I probably ruined everything. I know I’m not the prettiest or the most fun to hang out with but I want so badly to be enough for you and I’m worried that you’ll get tired of me.” You couldn’t meet his gaze, and he was looking at you like you’d grown a third eye, his handsome features scrunched up in confusion as he tried to process what you meant. “Baby have I been making you feel like that? Shit if I have I’m so sorry-“

“Wha-no! You haven’t at all, it’s just there was this girl last night at the party, she said you guys had dated and that I wasn’t your type, and then I saw you talking with her at the party and I just- I couldn’t stand it. Thinking that I was holding you back from being who you are, I never want to be that to you.” You were staring very intently at your hands when you saw his come in to view and wrap them around you, pulling you to face him. “That girl that you’re talking about, was it Lisa?” You nodded and he rolled his eyes and clenched his jaw so hard it looked like he might snap it. “Honey I never dated her, we had a drunken hookup one time and I told her she wasn’t my type, I don’t know what the hell she said to you but she’s dead wrong. You’re everything to me, and if you’d waited around long enough last night you would’ve seen the surprise I had planned for you.”

Now it was your turn to look confused, why would he have planned something for you on his birthday? But as you looked up at him he knelt on the floor, producing a small box from his pocket. “I mean it sweet girl, you’re everything I want and I had planned on asking you this last night but you vaporized before I got the chance. I don’t need some wild free spirit, I need someone to keep me on solid ground, someone who loves me for who I really am and not the persona I have to put out to everyone around me. I want quiet nights and dancing in the kitchen and maybe one day a house full of little ones but I want it with you. So if you still want that, will you be my wife?” He was crying now too, this perfect man was everything you’d ever dreamed of and you’d nearly let something so trivial take it from you. You didn’t have to think of an answer, surging forward into his arms as you both toppled to the floor, laughing and kissing as he placed his mother’s engagement ring on your finger. All he needed was right here, warmth and love and happiness, he couldn’t think of a better birthday present than you.

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[lovelettersforthedamned]

thinking about peter trying to teach you something for class but you are too distracted by him (idk if it did this right)

peter tries so hard to help you succeed because he loves you so much, and how could he not help his baby out when she's struggling?? especially when he's acing organic chemistry, and you are very clearly not.

since peter's always over, or vice versa, it was easy to incorporate an hour of tutoring. he would whip out the textbooks, the notebooks, and even old tests of his to show you how he went through each question.

and while you absolutely loved his company, organic chemistry is extremely boring. how do you distract yourself? by romantically staring at your boyfriend in front of you. duh!!

god his arms...

he was wearing a plain old t-shirt, but peter had the habit of making simple attire look so good. the way the sleeve of the shirt squeezes his muscles...sighhhh.

your distracted state was visible, because peter had to stop his explanation and call out your name to catch your attention. causing you to jump.

"were you listening to anything i just said?"

"oh-uh yeah totally!"

"uh huh, okay...then what was it?"

your face starts to warm at being caught red handed. peter can't help but chuckle, "yeah that's what i thought, bug."

it only took another fifteen minutes of studying for peter to finally come to a deal with you. 'if you could actively pay attention and not eye fuck him for the next ten minutes, then you'll get a kiss'.

and suddenly, organic chemistry became the most interesting thing you've ever heard.

[winterrrnight]

always? always.

PAIRING: frat!rafe cameron x gn!ex bsf!reader

SUMMARY: you and rafe were best friends, but you parted ways in high school for reasons unknown. but what happens when you get a text from him, asking you to come over?

WARNINGS: abuse, ward being a shitty dad, swearing, bruises, cuts, blood, hurt/comfort. it talks explicitly about physical and emotional abuse!

EDITH SPEAKS: so. this is actually one of my works for my 300 followers celly and it was requested by @bejeweledreverie, but I accidentally posted their request without any actual content in it 🥲 so anyways, Annie, I hope you enjoy reading! <3

I got a little carried away, and usually I don't write themes like this, I think it turned out pretty good! Let me know any thoughts you may have 💞 this is set right in the beginning of S1!

PROMPT REQUESTED: "you came." "you called."

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This is strange. This is never supposed to happen. Rafe Cameron, out of all the people, has texted you if you can come over if you aren’t busy.

Where is this coming from?

You stare at the text for minutes, trying to figure out maybe there’s something which will show you this is all just a bluff. But it seems genuine. Really genuine.

And that’s what is concerning you.

You have known Rafe since basically forever, and you were close when you were little. But something happened in high school, something which you still haven’t figured out exactly what it is, that he basically refuses to do anything but detest you. You’ve tried to understand what it is; tried your level best to separate each strand of the situation to figure what exactly did you do that made him act this way. But you returned with no luck, and the best thing you could do was accept it, and move on from it.

As you think more and more about the text, the more it bothers you. It tugs on your heartstrings and you start to feel concerned for him. Fuck it, you whisper to yourself and get up from your bed to go to him.

As you’re driving to his place, you turn the situation over and over in your head. Maybe it is a prank, maybe it’s just some practical joke.

Or maybe, just maybe, he actually does need your help.

Even though the last one seems the one which has the least probability to happen, yet you’re on your way, as if you’re still his best friend.

You park your car right outside Tannyhill and make your way to its porch. You take a deep breath, trying your level best to calm down your nerves, and then you ring the bell.

The moment swells as you wait for someone to open the door for you, the only thing audible in your ears being your own heartbeat. Finally the door opens, and Rafe is standing right opposite you, in a condition that makes you gasp.

His nose is bloody and there’s a deep cut on his right cheek. Sweat and sticky tears shine on his face, and he’s almost trembling when he’s standing, holding the door open for you.

“Rafe?” You mumble softly, your breathing erratic and your eyes wide as you try to comprehend the situation at hand. Rafe Cameron texted you to come over, and when you do, you see he’s beat up.

Rafe isn’t one to back up from a fight and you know that. If a fight breaks out at school, you know, no matter what, the other person is going to be the one left with bruises all over them. Not Rafe.

It’s never Rafe.

But right now, he’s almost on the verge of breaking down, all covered in blood, and you know exactly who’s the cause of it.

Ward.

It’s been happening since you’ve known him. Ward has never been satisfied with him. He has always had a sense of control over Rafe that gives him a superiority complex and makes him think he can do whatever his heart desires.

And that’s what made Rafe so cold.

So cold from love, and touch.

But with you, he used to be relaxed. You were just kids, but you’d be comforting him, letting him know he’s okay.

But when your separation happened, you never knew how he’s been doing, but never also asked him, because Rafe never really responded well to you.

But now that he’s asked you to come, after not being close for years, you know this is something huge.

Rafe is avoiding all sorts of eye contact with you, his gaze drifting to his shoes. You are still standing at the porch, your eyes desperately trying to find his.

“You came,” he softly mumbles, his gaze fixated at the floor.

“You called,” you breathe out.

His eyes train up to yours, blue eyes – which aren’t icy how you usually see them, but soft and full of hurt. Your heart almost breaks seeing him in this condition.

He silently steps aside to make way for you. You enter inside Tannyhill, and you realize you haven't been in here in the last few years except for occasionally at a party Rafe has thrown which your friend has dragged you to. You had almost forgotten the hugeness of the mansion, and how silent it feels when there’s not many people in it.

Rafe walks ahead of you and climbs up his stairs and up to his room. You silently follow him, even though your mind remembers all the paths like the back of your hand.

Rafe reaches his room and he grips onto the door knob, and you notice his knuckles are bloody too; definitely from punching something a little too hard. You peel your gaze away from him, the blood and the bruises making you a little uncomfortable.

Rafe opens the door and you both walk inside. The room is completely disheveled; the pillows thrown around, the duvet all wrinkly and messed up, a cluttered desk, and the worst: a hole in the wall. You’re quick to connect the dots when you realize the hole and his bleeding knuckles are connected.

Rafe is now sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands and his fingers are pulling on his hair strands. You sigh at the sight and sit next to him, a small distance between you two. Rafe has never been one to like physical touch, so you’re careful to not touch him in any way, when your heart is breaking at the sight and all you want to do is softly caress his back.

He looks up from his hand towards you. “I’m sorry for calling you at such a short notice,” he mumbles. “I- I didn’t have anyone else to call,”

You shake your head at him, a sympathetic look in your eyes. “It’s okay Rafe. What happened?”

He breaks your eye contact and looks at the floor, his gaze not wavering. His forehead is creased from stress, and you can see his chest heaving as he’s taking deep breaths.

“It’s getting worse,” he whispers so faintly, the words get lost in the air around you. “So much worse,”

“Where is he right now?” you softly ask.

“Cameron Development,” he sniffs. “It’s just, I can’t fight back. When it's him, I can never fight back. I feel like a little boy, completely lost and vulnerable. He plays with my feelings. One day he’s telling me he’s proud of me, and the next? Hitting me like I’m some toy,” he whispers. “I’m, I’m done with this shit.” He looks up at you, his eyes boring into yours. “And you’re the only one who knows about it,”

You intake a sharp breath at his words, them striking a chord in you. You have never known what to exactly do in these situations, all you do is help him calm down, listen to what he has to say, clean up his wounds, and ask him to just hope for it all to end. But it's been years. It hasn’t ended yet. Why will it ever end any time soon?

You feel your own eyes pricked by tears, but you try your best to not let them fall. Rafe is so good at hiding his true feelings behind a carefully curated façade, no one ever suspects him to be going through so much shit.

“Apparently I need to get my shit together,” he chuckles dryly, when you both know there is nothing humorous about this situation. “Because if I don’t, I’ll be a shitty heir to the family business. I won’t deserve it,”

“Rafe, I know for a fact you won’t be a shitty heir. You’ll be good, heck, you’ll be great,” you say. “I have so much faith in you. That’s just how Ward is. I don’t want you listening to him, okay? He’s fucked in the head. He doesn’t know what he’s saying.” You get up from his bed and stand in front of him, letting out your hand for him. “Come on, I’ll clean you up, yeah? All that blood and stuff,”

He only nods at your words and takes your hand, and he gets up. You walk to his bathroom where he has a first aid kit kept. Rafe sits on the sink and you stand in front of him, the first aid kit in your hand.

You firstly take a wet towel to clean the dried up blood from his face. You rub it gently over his face, cleaning all the blood and sweat off him.

His breathing starts to slow, and his muscles start to visibly relax as he’s letting you carefully patch him up. You can see his eyes are fluttered close, the creases in his forehead now completely absent, and he looks relaxed.

“Listen…” You mumble softly, as you're preparing a cotton pad with some antiseptic on top of it. “You don’t have long left before you can move out, yeah? It’s all almost done. You’re almost done with it.” You smile gently, as you very carefully start to dab the cotton pad on his bruises. “You’ve been so strong all your life, and now, it’s almost done. You’ll live far away from Ward, where he can’t say anything to you, yeah?”

He winces a little as the antiseptic burns him, but he doesn’t push you away. He stays fixed in his seat, his eyes closed, as he hears your words and lets you treat him.

A silence falls around you both as you start to put the band aids where they are needed. You take a step back to look if you’ve covered him okay, and it looks like you have.

“All done,” You smile, screwing the cap of the antiseptic back and keeping it in the box. Rafe opens his eyes, a soft look taking over his features as he watches you clean everything up and set it all aside.

“I’m, I’m sorry…” he whispers quietly. You look at him with a confused expression on your face.

“What for?” You mutter, not really knowing where he’s coming from.

“For pushing you away, I didn’t want to do that. It was the shittiest thing I’ve ever done. You’re the only one who understands me, who listens to me. Everyone just thinks I’m this privileged boy with a shit ton of money,” he shakes his head. “But you, you’ve seen it all through it. And I don’t think I can ever be this way with anyone else.”

You sigh at him, his words starting to sink in me. “I just want to know why you pushed me away.” You whisper. “We were best friends, Rafe,”

“I- I hated seeing you hanging out with the Pogues,” he mutters quietly. “I didn’t like losing you to them.”

You think hard about what he’s saying, and you realize he’s right. When you started at a new high school, it was overwhelming to say the very least. Pope was one of your study buddies in your class, and through him you met the rest of his friend group. To say they were living their life to the fullest is an understatement. They were enjoying every single moment of it.

“I know they live on the edge, they like doing adventurous things, and you’ve always seeked adventure just like that,” he continues, “it just hurts so much seeing you get with them. We parted ways, and the only thing I thought I could’ve done was to hate you. And, now that I think about it, I was just being petty, I know. I just, I just wish to have you back,”

The tears start to roll down your cheeks, your eyes red and your heart loud. You instantly wrap your arms around Rafe, clutching him tightly to you.

“I’m sorry,” You whisper, my head in the crook of his neck. “I’m really sorry I did that. It’s my fault we separated. It’s all my fault and I’m really sorry about that,”

Rafe’s hands reach for your back as he gently rubs it, the motion soothing and relaxing. “It’s okay, it really is. I was being a little child,” he softly chuckles. He holds onto your shoulders and gently pulls you back, looking into your eyes. “Just, don’t leave me again, yeah? I can’t do this life thing without you,”

You nod your head at his words, a soft smile taking over you as you feel your tears coming to a stop. “I promise to be by your side.” you say, your words firm.

“Always?” He asks, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

You sigh at his words, your smile still tugging on the corners of your lips.

“Always.”

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[ssaaaronmontgomery]

Can I get Hotch accompanying a very nervous/anxious reader to the hospital? Either they’ve fallen sick at work or had an accident in the field but basically they shyly ask hotch to come with because he’s so sweet and kind and good at holding their hand when they need it ♥️

Hospitals

Warnings: Hospitals, injured ankle, reader feels a bit anxious, Hotch being sweet 🤭

Word count: 568

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader (no pronouns used)

A/n: Hehe yes my love<33. I'm not entirely happy with how this came out but I'm not entirely disappointed in the outcome either 😂. This was not proofread so there may be some mistakes.

Forever tags: @greg-montgomery @boredelle @hotchsdoormat @ssahotchnerr @criminalskies @beardedhotchh @hotchnerbau (I think I got you all 😂🩷)

The unsub had been successfully caught. The only issue was that you'd stumbled when you tackled him and twisted your ankle in the process. And it hurts like hell. No one had really noticed it during the take down.

Hospitals sort of freaked you out a bit. You didn't really like the idea of going to the hospital in the first place, let alone going by yourself. So who better to ask than Aaron Hotchner? Someone you've always been able to rely on since starting at the BAU and has for some reason always had a soft spot for you.

You'd been limping and wincing as you made your way over to Hotch. He was talking to Rossi about something so of course you waited patiently. Even though this definitely does not call for patience on your end.

Dave notices you first and points to you, causing Aaron to turn and face you. "Hotch uh, I sort of fell and um...could you come to the hospital with me please? I think I messed up my ankle. I don't want to go by myself." You mumbled it shyly. Upon hearing this, Hotch immediately had concern written all over his features. He moved closer and put a hand on your lower back then looked to see which leg you were currently favouring over the other. Supporting most of your weight on one foot. He moved your arm around his neck and helped support you with his arm now wrapped around your shoulders.

"Of course. Can you walk to the SUV?" You give him a small nod. Neither of you thought it really called for using the ambulance when there was at least one injury that was far worse than yours.

After telling Rossi to inform the team of what was going on, Hotch helped you get in the backseat and into a good position before driving you to the nearest hospital. It was a local case so he knew exactly where he was going.

Once you'd made it to the hospital and you had been placed in a room awaiting the results of the x-ray, Aaron could see how nervous you were about being there. He didn't know why and he didn't want to pry for information. So instead he gently grabbed your hand and squeezed it, offering a small smile.

"How are you doing? Apart from the ankle."

"I'm alright. I'm just nervous. Hospitals...they aren't really my thing, you know?" Hotch gives a sympathetic nod and another gentle squeeze. "I understand that. Is there anything I can do to help?" You look away for a moment as you think and then turn back to him. "Could I have a hug?" He gives you a slightly bigger smile this time and leans in close to wrap his arms around you. "You can always have a hug, y/n." You both stay like this for a few seconds and then he pulls back, taking your hand in his again.

"Any better?"

"Very much. Thank you, Hotch. For coming here and sitting with me. And putting me at ease. You didn't have to but thank you for doing it anyway."

"I didn't have to, but I wanted to. I'm glad to."

Exchanging smiles once again, you're feeling much better now. Aaron has a way of calming you down and you're always grateful that he's willing to do so without hesitation.

[underoospeterparker]

🫶 - HEART for which marauder you think would fit it! But like reader is embarrassed to take her medicine in front of whomever you pick. How would that go 🤔💕

welcome to my 300 celebration! (i chose james!)

James made his way into the kitchen, reaching up to see if you had any snacks in some of your drawers or cupboards. He took to the drawers first, and found absolutely nothing. "Sweetheart," he called out to the bedroom, "do we have anything to eat in here?"

It was a half-joke, but you responded, "maybe in one of the higher cupboards?"

He reached up eagerly, looking through your cupboards until he found one that made him stop. It was filled with, mostly empty, pill bottles, and he grew curious. Before he could stop himself, he grabbed one of the bottles closest to him and looked at the label. Sure enough, it had been addressed directly to you, to have twice a day. It looked like anxiety medication, which he knew because Remus took similar ones.

He made his way into your shared bedroom, leaning against the doorframe until you finally met his eyes. "Did you find-"

You got up from your chair and snatched the bottle from his extended hand. Your gaze left his to focus on a spot on the floor that wasn't half as interesting as him.

"Honey," he murmured, voice soft and quiet. "You wanna tell me why you've been hiding these?"

You were still fixated on the floor, now more on your matching fluffy socks. His large hands cupped your face, tilting it up to meet his eyes. "Hey," he cooed, when your eyes started to water. "Sweetheart, it's okay," he murmured, hands leaving your face to wrap his arms around you.

He pressed several kisses in your hair as you started to murmur something into his sweatshirt. You pulled away, knowing he couldn't possibly hear you when you were talking like that. "I don't know," you answered his earlier question, "why I've been hiding them from you." You paused. "Maybe I thought you wouldn't be okay with it."

You didn't elaborate, and his hold on you tightened slightly, just enough for you to notice. "You can't help it," he said. "Don't let anyone ever tell you that it's not okay. Promise me that," he added.

His gaze was serious. "I promise," you responded, leaning back into his warm hug.

"Good girl," he murmured into your hair. "Now, I'll get you a cup of water to have your medicine and we can watch a movie?"

You gave him a huge smile and a kiss on his cheek as he guided you out of the bedroom. "Sounds perfect."

[winniethewife]

🎉🥳 Happy 300 Winnie!!!! 🥳🎉

Any HCs for our precious Duke? Maybe how he'd react to reader being unable to sleep or waking up from a nightmare?

Thank you Rally!!

Duke Leto Sleep-Wake Head canons

If you can't sleep The Duke will do whatever is in his power to help you sleep

you need to take a sedative? He's calling the Doctor

you need cuddles? His chest is your pillow and your engulfed in his arms

you need some white noise? he'll open the window so you can hear the waves on the coast in the distance

you need some calming tea? he'll send for it immediately

you need someone to talk to you untill you fall asleep? he'll tell you the most mundane story about politics, his soothing voice lulling you to sleep.

If you have a nightmare The Duke is by your side soothing you.

He woke the second you started to toss in your sleep, when you woke his arms were already around you and he was gently caressing your face, trying to gently wake you.

He'll ask if you want to talk about it, and will listen intently if you do, but if you don't he'll just be happy to hold you for as long as you need

if you need to get up and walk around he's happy to accompany you through the halls of the castle.

anything you need to feel better he's there for it.

~

300 follower celebration

Masterlist

[momojedi]

Could I have #88 and #97 with Captain Rex, pretty please...??

JUST MARRIED PAIRING: Captain Rex x GN! Reader

#88 | “Don’t panic but I think we might have accidentally gotten married…” #97 | “I want you and I know you want me too.”

GENRE: Fluff WARNING: none A/N: Since I got prompted #88 by an anon who asked for no one in particular, I mixed up your request with theirs. Thanks for requesting!

MASTERLIST | MOMOJEDI'S 300 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION

"Mhi solus tome,

Mhi solus dar’tome.

Mhi me’dinui an,

Mhi ba’juri verde."

Intense concentration furrows my brow as I massage my temples, striving to translate the unfamiliar words. "For fuck's sake," I mutter, frustration punctuating each syllable as I kick a nearby pebble with surprising strength, eliciting a muffled groan and the metallic clang of beskar as it ricochets off a distant helmet.

Two weeks may not seem long, especially when operating undercover among a terrorist faction whilst the galaxy is engulfed in war. It would probably be advisable to keep a cool head and avoid making a big deal out of insignificant subjects—such as unfamiliar phrases. However, when those words escape the lips of your longtime crush, delivered with an unexpected fervor while locking passionate eyes with you in a language foreign to your ears...

Well, needless to say, I've devoted more time to overthinking it than I care to admit.

When General Skywalker tasked us with shadowing Death Watch until the Jedi Council reached more intel, I hadn't given it much thought... admittedly, he hadn't specified that by "us" he didn't mean Ahsoka and me, as usual, but rather the captain of the 501st and myself—the very someone I've harboured feelings for since the day we met.

Nevertheless, I maintained my composure, played my part, and stayed under the radar, much like Rex, until Death Watch proposed an elaborate ceremony—a ceremony whose name I could barely pronounce, let alone understand its significance. Before any suspicion could arise, Rex quickly agreed in my place, and now here I am, entangled in some eerie ritual with a military captain whose gaze seemed entranced, so intense was his focus.

"If I had my datapad right now...," I hiss under my breath, casting blame on whoever decided I should leave my sole translation device behind. Likely Skywalker.

The crunch of gravel under heavy boots interrupts my daydreaming. I spin around sharply, only to find the very man haunting my mind approaching. "I figured I'd find you here," Rex hums as he settles beside me. "Yeah," I reply with a dry laugh, brushing the dust off my hands. "Sorry, I suppose I just needed... alone time. After everything yesterday, you know?" Rex's eyes widen almost comically, and he sheepishly scratches the back of his neck. "Oh... yeah."

The ensuing silence gnaws at my nerves, prompting me to pop the question after another agonising five minutes. "Hey, about that... what did those words mean, anyway?" "I'm not sure what you're referring to," Rex responds, avoiding my gaze. I gulp. He can't have forgotten, can he? "Come on, Rex... It seemed significant." After a moment's hesitation, Rex sighs, running a hand over his buzzcut before raising his head to face me, though still evading it. "I..." "Yes?" "Alright, fine. [Name], don't panic, but... we might have accidentally... gotten married."

...

"WHAT?"

"Shh!" Rex quiets me with a gentle hand over my mouth, his eyes darting cautiously around us before he releases me. I shake my head slowly, puzzled. "Sorry, but what?" "The, um, the words... they were Mandalorian wedding vows," he admits, his tone tinged with uncertainty. I can't help but laugh. Married? Us? "You're joking." "Unfortunately not," he replies, a slight smile tugging at his lips, before his expression shifts to sheepishness as he rubs the back of his neck. "Though I do believe you'd make an excellent partner." Suppressing a chuckle, I ignore the warmth creeping into my cheeks.

"Actually, I realized we needed a distraction when I overheard some members gossiping behind our backs. They were growing suspicious, so I thought perhaps they'd relax if we participated in some traditions." Rex sighs, examining a pebble he's picked up. I shoot him a hopeful sidelong glance before quickly looking away, feeling my heart quicken.

Force, this man is captivating.

Silence envelops us once more as we both drift deeper into our own thoughts. When I sense the gravel shifting under his weight, I raise an eyebrow. "It wouldn't bother me, you know?" A lump forms in my throat, causing a series of coughs to escape at his words. "Wh-what?" "Being with you." Suddenly, his warm yet weighty hand finds mine. Sweat prickles at my heated skin as I keep my gaze fixed ahead.

"R-rex, are you suggesting...?" "[Name]," he interrupts, turning to face me. Before I can evade his gaze, he gently lifts my chin, compelling me to meet his eyes. I run my tongue over my dry lips, which his gaze is now fixated on. "I want you. And I know you want me, too." His proximity sends shivers down my spine as goosebumps ripple over my arms and back. His newfound confidence is palpable. "I've noticed the way you look at me, how you stare. I know, [name]," he murmurs against my lips, "what do you think?"

I flush, gripping his wrist as I lock eyes with his warm gaze. "I think you're right." Rex chuckles deeply, resonating like a rumble in his chest. "Good." And before I realize it, his lips meet mine,

Time seems to slip away as I surrender completely to the kiss. Eventually, Rex pulls back, leaving me breathless, and flashes me a mischievous grin.

“So, about that wedding night…”

[coffeeandbatboys]

Hi Coffee! Thanks so much for hosting the celebration! 🥳 I‘ll glaldy request a fic! May I ask for Rex and Love will keep us alive? I always love the jedi general x rex trope and shy and akward Rex but feel free to write whatever comes to your mind! Thank you 💙

I started to write this all happy and then something happened. Idk what but now I have an excuse to use this gif.

Warnings: Pregnancy, angst, fluff, crying.

Love Will Keep Us Alive (Rex x Fem!Reader)

Your lightsaber had been long buried, your force connection severed when the pain of thousands of lives being lost burned in your head.

It had been a dark day. The republic fell, the 332nd’s attack cruiser was lost, and with it, the love of your life.

That was one of the main reasons you cut yourself off from the force. You’d been attached.

And then one day the sun burst back into your life. Rex had found a way to contact you. You almost didn’t think it was real until you saw him.

Like a dream come true, he held you and kissed you for the first time in what felt like a lifetime; promising to never leave your side again. You'd found a steady love with Rex.

So why were you so scared to tell him? What were you going to say?

"Hey, I know we're on the run from the empire but we're having a baby and it will probably be force sensitive?"

As if sensing your distress, Rex popped his head into the room.

"Hey mesh'la can yo-" he paused. "What's wrong?"

You took a shaky breath and faced him as he kneeled in front of you and held your hands.

"Rex, I...I don't know how to say it," you sobbed, falling forward on his shoulder."

He shushed you and rubbed your back for a few minutes, letting you get your tears out.

Finally, you sucked it up and told him.

"I'm pregnant."

You felt him go still against your chest. When he pulled back, you prepared yourself for the worst.

Instead, he cupped your face and forced you to look him in the eyes. Oh, those eyes held the most love and adoration in the galaxy.

"We're gonna be parents?"

You nodded with a relieved breath. His hand moved to your stomach as tears brimmed in his eyes.

"You...you're not scared?" you asked quietly.

"Oh, mesh'la. I'm kriffing terrified. But this is all I've ever wanted...as long as you do too."

"Yes." You cried, wrapping your arms around him again.

"Hey little one." Rex murmured to the child inside you. "Just wanted to say hi. Can't wait to meet you."

"Rex." you laughed breathily. He looked up at you like you hung the moons.

"Kriff, cyare. I love you so much."

Tears gathered in your eyes again.

"I love you too, Rex. We've got this."

"We got this." He echoed, kissing you senseless and pulling your forehead against his.

Love will keep the three of you alive.

[yuri-is-online]

Congrats on 300! You more than deserve it. If it’s alright, could you write Jealousy pt. 2 for Idia and Vil? Thanks <3

9. Jealousy pt. 2- someone from a rival school asks for your number

Thank you very much friend (╥﹏╥) Of course I can, I hope you like it!

notes: notes: they/them pronouns used for Yuu, mild RSA slander, reference to the events of chapter 5 (Vil). If you saw this post for the .3 seconds I posted it before it was done baking I am so sorry. Check out the rest of the event requests on my masterlist here.

Idia

"Thank you so much for showing me around." The RSA boy has been strangely polite to you and Idia ever since you intervened in their... "conversation." Not that he has been exactly paying attention to the very tall very blue boy who has been hovering around you looking for a good moment to cut in. "The NRC layout is just so different to what I'm used to." he laughs awkwardly and you involuntarily look at Idia.

"Hope it stays that way." He mutters and you try to avoid making any noise of agreement in hopes it doesn't provoke any more arguing between them. The RSA kid pretends not to notice, but the smile that spreads across his face suggests he thinks Idia's grumbling makes him look better somehow. You know his attempt at moving closer to you when you take out your phone certainty doesn't.

"Um, I'd like a chance to thank you properly, but I don't think we'll get a chance to see each other again during the fair..."

"Yeah I'm going to be pretty busy." You state, really hoping he gets the point.

[yuu] run

[idia] ???

[idia] and just leave u with sir scam a lot? nah

"Could I have your number then?" He asks, completely unaware that there are two introverts begging for the release of death in front of him.

"Nah sorry I don't have a phone." You can't find the meme you want to send Idia so you settle on a string of hearts while he tries to avoid laughing in the other guys extremely confused face.

[idia] cute

Vil

Vil has never once wished to be anyone other than exactly who he was. Why would he? The amount of work he had put in to commanding the attention he did would be pointless if he wanted to throw it all away and be somebody else. He should be secure in his position... he is secure in his position... that's why he finds this entire situation so... annoying.

"Yuu! I'm surprised you decided to participate in the VDC, you said you weren't going to." Neige had turned his attention to you as soon as he was done speaking to Rook, who looks just as flabbergasted as you do that the idol was speaking to you.

"I'm sorry but I don't think we've met?" You are clearly confused, and Vil wants to think entirely too concerned with his condition to spare the other boy a single thought. But still, like a worm working it's way to the core of an apple, Neige moves happily over to you trying to rot what little Vil can still claim as entirely his.

"I wasn't dressed as nicely last time sorry," he is clearly genuinely disappointed "we met when you came with the NRC Headmage to talk about the VDC, remember?" You blink, looking between Neige and Grim in increasing confusion. "I forgot to tell you my name, I've been thinking about it a lot... I really wanted to ask for your number so I could talk to you again."

"I don't really remember sorry, did you change your hair or something?" This is getting increasingly awkward for everyone but Neige who weathers it all with a smile as Vil tries to push down the implications of how pleased this development makes him feel.

Serves you right brat, Vil knows that Yuu will never forget meeting him.

[junipers-archive]

Omg!!! Congrats for the 300 followers and the more to come 🥳🍾 Could I ask for "I know what the world can do to a girl who only see's the beauty in it." w/ Spencer having mirror kink (is that the right term? lol) especially when reader is riding him.. 🫠🫠 or anything else that comes out of the beautiful brain of yours. Everything is just chef's kiss coming from you. Thank you😘

gahhh yes love it. I'm thinking maybe season 7 spence voyering a bit into more a dominant roleee (also thank you, love thisss please send more 😩)

"Fuck", Spencer couldn't help but hold back his groans as you bounced up and down on his cock, and you trying to hide your face in his neck couldn't either.

You had gone thrifting and found a large antique mirror to hang in your bedroom, which of course led to some of the best sex you've had in your life. Spencer had hung the mirror angled perfectly to see everything as he fucked you.

He was now sitting on the bed, guiding your hips roughly as you mewled, kissing his neck softly.

"M-more, please."you couldn't help but plead, he had slowed down to take in your beautiful body as it took him in but you'd already been so close.

"So greedy, thought you were my good girl?" he flips you over giving you what you asked for and taking you with your ass up, hitting your sweet spot at the perfect pace.

You moan loudly as you try to answer, "M'good girl", squirming under his tight grip that was sure to leave a mark.

"Yea? Well good girls use the things they buy, why don't you look at yourself in the mirror baby?" he pulls you upright then, supporting you by gripping your neck and squeezing slightly, causing you to whimper when you find the best view you've ever seen looking into a mirror.

Spencer was pounding in and out of you from behind, his hand was wrapped wonderfully around your throat and he was smirking as you clenched around him. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he sped up the pace making sure your gaze were on the two of you as you veered towards the edge of your orgasm with pleas of his name.

Ultimately it was his words that did you in, "Go ahead baby come for me, and look at yourself while you do it."

(Join the celebration!!)

[lovelettersforthedamned]

300 FOLLOWERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🤞+ "im just a girl" with peterrrr -🎀

--word count: 0.2k

--warnings: nothing, but fluff. one cheek kiss, but that's all:)

“I’m just a girl.” You’re lying on his chest while a random movie plays as background noise. 

Peter cocks his head back in confusion, slightly chuckling before he responds, “Uhh, what?” 

“I’m literally just a girl,” your expression is dead serious too, making Peter even more confused than he already was. 

“So,” his eyes darted back and forth, “you bite my arm, I yell out in shock, and then you respond with, ‘I’m just a girl’?”

Thinking about it for a second, just to make sure he got it all right, you respond, “Yep! Pretty much, baby!” You snuggle further into his chest as he decides to let it go, the movie distracting him from the rest of the conversation. 

Fifteen minutes pass before Peter speaks up again, “Wait, isn’t that kind of misogynistic and not cool?” 

You giggle, he’s obviously thinking too hard into the entire phrase, but mentally applaud him for looking out for you and all the women in his life. “If that’s what you’re really worrying about, it’s not I swear. If it was, I wouldn’t be saying it,” you look up at him, placing a kiss on his cheek, “but thanks for being a good guy and thinking about it in more ways than one.”

--author's note: something silly because i say this all the time LOL. another sickly sweet ask from 🎀 anon!! liking, commenting, and reblogging really helps me as a writer btw!! don't forget, i have my 300 follower celebration going on, and if you would like...send something in!!! ok, ily bye<333.

[winterrrnight]

BESTIE, CONGRATS ON 300 !! i’m so freaking happy for you. you deserve this so so much 🤍. i’m so in love with all of the fics you’ve written so far.

i’m here to request: meet me in the hallway. choose out of drew, rafe, & zach + a prompt.

ofc i’m gonna choose my bby zach with #29

i luv uuu 🤍

thank you so so much anna!! I love you so much, thank you for all your love and support <3 this request has me on my knees with how cute it turned out to be, I hope you love reading it!

a beautiful, drunken mess

PAIRING: zach maclaren x gn!reader

SUMMARY: your best friend needs to call your knight in shining armor when you get a little too drunk

WARNINGS: alcohol consumption

EDITH SPEAKS: OH MY GOD yes we're kickstarting my 300 celly fic requests!! I've gotten so so many requests and I swear I'm so excited to write each one of them. I got late to starting on these because my hectic schedule and my writer's block got the best of me, but I'm back :))

Please reblog if you liked this!! feedback is always appreciated 🫂

PROMPT REQUESTED: "you sleep with the stuffed animal I got you?" "of course."

300 followers celebration || navigation

You've never been one to party hard and get so drunk you can't see clearly in front of yourself. But when you finally pass some of the toughest exams you've ever had to give, you knew you wanted to party till you can't breathe.

And that's what you did. The biggest frat party happening in a rich kid's home from your university has adrenaline coursing through your veins as you don't think twice before taking a shot.

In fact, you got carried away so much, that your best friend Tessa who is literally known to be the biggest party animal in your whole university, is concerned for you.

"Give me that," she grunts, taking the millionth cup you were about to down. You pout, trying to get it back, but the alcohol has made your mind all fuzzy and you aren't very sure what exactly you're trying to do.

"Who knew you had this hidden side?" Tessa says, shaking her head as she takes your hand and leads you out to the garden of the big house. You try your best to stop her from dragging you, but your drunken power is no match for her quite sober one.

"Tess come on! I'm not done yet," you huff, your arms crossed across your chest as you see Tessa is basically blocking the door.

"Nuh uh, not today," she says, pulling out her phone. "You need to get home, like right now,"

You groan out loud, and you attempt to simply walk on the lush grass you're both standing at, but you greatly miscalculate your steps and fall on the grass, head first.

Tessa rushes up to you, asking you over and over if you're okay. You just look up at her and start giggling constantly.

"I'm okay," you say in between your giggles, your own mistake having you amused. Tessa sighs at you and quickly finds the contact in her phone she was trying to find, before you decided to take a fall.

She impatiently taps her foot, waiting for the person who's supposedly on the end of the phone to pick up.

"Hello?"

Finally.

"Zach hi!"

"Tessa, you okay?"

"Yeah, I just need you to come and get your... thing," she says, looking at you lying on the ground and looking up the stars as you hum to a melody.

Zach laughs on the other end. "What happened?"

"Too drunk, can't even see straight," Tessa groans. "You need to come over right now."

"I'm on my way."

Tessa lets out a sigh of relief on hearing those words. She turns towards you, and lets her hand out for you to grab onto.

"Come on, Zach is coming to pick you up," she says, helping you stand up, in a not so graceful fashion.

Hearing the word 'Zach' lightens a light bulb in your head. "Zach? Where's Zach? I need my Zach," you slur, trying to run around the garden, as if he's standing right there and you just can't see him. Tessa has a hard time but she finally catches up to you, firmly grips your hand to make sure you don't run off and do something stupid again.

"He's coming, okay?" She huffs out, holding onto you tightly. She's expecting you to throw some sorts of tantrum, to complain how your boyfriend actually is here and she's just hiding him on purpose, but instead, you only nod obediently.

Tessa hears footsteps approaching you both, and just as she turns around, she swears she could've have cried out of happiness.

Zach is standing there, looking at the two of them with a smile on his face.

"Zach!" You yell excitedly, as you run (or, try to run) to him. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in a hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Hey baby," he mumbles, leaning in to kiss you on your lips. You sigh at the feeling of his soft lips on yours, your eyes fluttered close and a million butterflies prancing around in your stomach.

"Thank you Tessa, we'll be going home now," Zach acknowledges the girl standing at the back, letting you both enjoy your moment. She nods with a smile on her face and goes back inside to the rest of the party, and Zach leads you back out to his car.

He definitely has a struggle settling you in the car seat and buckling your seat belt, as you've never been this drunk before and it's also his first time taking care of super-drunk you.

But, he doesn't hate it or finds it to be a difficult task. You're sitting in the seat next to him, saying little cute things that have his heart racing.

"You're so cute Zach, you always take such good care of me," you pout, poking his bicep. He laughs at you, and you continue to praise him.

"You're just," you sigh, "perfect. I couldn't have someone as perfect as you."

You definitely weren't aware of what you were saying, but Zach knows you being drunk isn't the only time you'll say these words to him. You love to constantly drop little phrases to let him know you do appreciate him and every single thing he does for you.

Both of you being relatively a new couple, it does take a big toll on you both because you aren't used to saying or listening to such kind words so often, but you both also know you wouldn't want to share this with anyone else.

"We're home," he looks at you with a smile on his face, as he gets out of his car, runs up to your side and helps you out. With an arm looped around your shoulders to help you maintain your balance, he leads you in to your home.

He takes you in to your room, and gently lets you lay down on your bed. It's a bit of a struggle, but he finally gets you to remove your outfit and replace it with a more comfortable one.

"Thank you Zach," you say, as he tucks you in your warm duvet. He leans in to press a kiss to your nose, and makes a mental note to leave a glass of water and an advil on your bedside table before he leaves.

As he is about to walk out, you call him out and stop him from leaving.

"What happened?" He asks, his hand on the light switch.

"I, I need Arlo, can you find him please he isn't here," Zach is confused on hearing these words, but when he sees tears starting to brim in your eyes, he knows this Arlo is important.

"Arlo? Babe I'm afraid I don't understand," he asks you, walking closer to you.

"Can you check under the bed please?"

Zach isn't sure what he's looking for, but he'll do anything for you. He leans down on his knees and looks below the bed, and of course, he makes out a silhouette of some stuffed toy under the bed. He reaches his hand out to grab onto it, and when he sees it, he realises he knows exactly what it is.

For one of your first dates, Zach took you to your local city carnival. He was determined to get you a good toy from any game, just like any good boyfriend would (his words, not yours), and after loads of struggle, a lot of pennies and many comforting hugs and words from you, he finally wins you one.

It's a little brown colored dinosaur stuffed toy, and Zach had no idea how attached you would get to it.

"You sleep with the stuffed animal I got you?" He asks, handing it to you as you take it and brush off the dust off it.

"Of course, I love it," you smile, tucking in the dinosaur with you. Zach can't help but give you another kiss, gently caressing your cheek as his lips trace yours.

He leaves the room to get the water and the pill, and when he comes back, he sees you already passed out. Arlo is tucked safely under your arm, and Zach knows he can watch this for hours on end.

Because you're his beautiful, drunken mess, and he wouldn't want you in any other way. (Well, maybe not this drunk, but you know what he means.)

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[pedrito-friskito]

🦦🍑 I can’t get this idea out of my head. Imagine going on a road trip with Matt and he’s just going crazy being in a small space so all he can smell is you.

HI OK OK so I also couldn’t get this idea out my head (I apologize for taking so long but the struggle has been real but here we go!) and then it refused to leave and then it got really feral so this is definitely more 🍑 than 🦦 but THAT’S OKAY

thank you darling! ❣️

take me to church - matt murdock x fem!reader

warnings: a tinge of fluff, mostly porn w/ a smidge of plot, oral (f receiving), unprotected p-in-v (wrap ur shit this is a fantasy), matt’s a feral little fuck and I make no apologies

(I don’t remember where I got the gif and I’m sorry but FUCK)

✨kay’s 300 follower celebration✨

My lover’s got humour,

She’s a giggle at a funeral.

Knows everybody’s disapproval,

I should’ve worshipped her sooner.

Matt’s been distracted for hours. And the music? This music, the seductive tone of the singer, the echo of the piano reaching his ears and touching an itch in the back of his brain he didn’t realize needed scratching. It’s not helping. In fact, he’d wager it was making things exponentially worse.

Matt’s been preoccupied with how hard he’s been since he got in your car, basically, cooped up in the small space, unable to escape from the cloying, intoxicating scent of you. He can’t get away from it, can’t escape it, and the lure of you, how drawn he is to you on a regular day, only makes him want you more.

He doesn’t know what it is. Did you change your perfume, your laundry detergent? Has it just been too long since he’s been this close to you? He doubts the latter; he’d made you cum with his head between your thighs not twenty-four hours ago, slipping through your window on a break from his patrol, black mask discarded on your bedroom floor while he pulled you out of sleep in the most delicious of ways. If he thinks hard enough, he can still taste your slick on his tongue, feel and hear the rush of blood through your thighs hooked around his ears.

It’s not that, no. Not that he’s ever had his fill of you, really and truly, but there is something different today. Maybe it’s the space. This is your first road-trip together, after all, and he’s never been in such tight quarters with you for so long before. He’s got one hand braced on his thigh, nails digging into his sweats so hard he’s surprised he hasn’t broken skin, and the other is slung across the console, fingers intertwined with yours.

You have your eyes on the road, apparently oblivious to the tent in his sweats and the flush up the back of his neck. You hum along to the song at first, one hand on the wheel while the one holding Matt’s rubs circles across his pulse, the pad of your thumb pressing down lightly. It makes his eyes flutter.

And then you start singing.

I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife.

Offer me that deathless death.

Oh, good God, let me give you my life.

If it’s possible, he strains harder. Your voice fills the space, bouncing off the padded walls of the car, a symphony in perfect time with the blood rushing through Matt’s head. His hand curls into a fist on his thigh and he lets his head thud back against the headrest.

The good God, that’s what got him. Your fingers wrap around his forearm and Matt can’t stop himself from groaning, hips lifting off the seat.

“Matty, you like this song?” you call, your words almost an echo. “What’s gotten into you?”

What little restraint he has left snaps, and he yanks at the seatbelt, keeping it in place but giving himself enough room to get close to you, reaching across the console to fit himself against your shoulder, head lolling into your neck. He grips the back of your seat with one hand, the other reaching down and fitting itself between your legs.

When he realizes you’re wearing shorts, the fabric flowy and dangerously soft against his hands, he moans into your ear, the sound unabashed and filled with lust. “What are you doing to me, sweetheart?”

Your breath hitches, and he hears it, along with the jump in your heartbeat as he drags his lips along your pulse. “Y-you should have said something,” you stutter out, moving your hands so they both grip the steering wheel tightly. “I could have pulled over a long time ago.”

“What’s stopping you now?”

“We’re almost there, Matthew,” you murmur, mouth dropping into a gasp when he moves his fingers up your hot thighs, dives right under the seam of your shorts. “Wouldn’t you rather have your way with me in a bed than in the backseat of my car?”

“Dunno if I can wait that long,” he whispers against your throat. “Need you so badly.”

The song is still playing.

That looks tasty.

That looks plenty.

This is hungry work.

You’re not wearing any underwear. 

“Are you joking?”

“T-ten — ah! — ten minutes, I swear.” The words cut off in place of a moan when he dips two fingers into your slit, finding you wet and hot and everything he’s been thinking about since the day he met you. Your thighs go tight around his hand, enough so that he can feel your muscle against his forearm. The pads of his fingers glance around your entrance, teasing enough to have you lifting your ass off the seat, chasing his hand. “Matthew Murdock, if you try and make me cum in this car, there is a very good chance we will crash, and that is not the way I wanna go.”

Matt pulls his hand back, lifting his fingers to his mouth and licking the taste from them before his hand settles on your thigh again, hot skin on hot skin.

“Ten minutes.”

He feels the shift in your leg, and the car accelerates a little faster. Matt grins against your throat.

Take me to church.

You kill the engine ten minutes later, as promised, and every one of Matt’s remaining senses kicks into overdrive. He’s out of the car in a moment, all but sprinting around to your side, pulling you out as soon as your door is open. You squeak as he hoists you into his arms, and Matt’s eyes roll back as the scent of you engulfs him like a tidal wave, the almost overwhelming smell of your arousal filling his nose.

The small cottage you’ve arrived at once belonged to your grandparents, has been in your family for years, and your parents were kind enough to lend it out so the two of you could have a weekend away out of the city. Later, there’ll be time for stories, for you to tell him about the summers you spent here when you were young, the games you played on the docks and the evenings spent out on the water.

There’ll be time for that later. Right now, he needs you. Desperately.

“Bedroom?” he asks as soon as he steps through the door, you still held easily in his arms, hands locked around his shoulders.

“Straight ahead,” you say, your head dropping into the curve of his neck, lips seeking out his pulse point. He groans when you sink your teeth in just enough, scraping along his jugular and letting your tongue soothe the ache it leaves behind. It’s a good ache, one that zips straight to his cock, making it twitch in his sweats as he carries you easily down the hallway, one hand trailed along the wall, the other holding you against him.

“Are you sure you’re not hungry or something?” you ask as he steps through the doorway, fingers folding over the door jamb. It’s a few feet to the bed, and Matt turns as he steps, sinking onto the edge of the mattress and adjusting his grip on you, both hands sliding down to your ass. “We were driving for a long time, I could—”

“No, no, you don’t understand, sweetheart,” he growls into your throat. His hands have gone from cupping your ass to squeezing, and he can feel the goosebumps rising on your skin, the chill that twists down your spine. “You are in my veins. I need to taste you. I need to feel you. Now.”

He dives his hands beneath the hem of your shorts, the fabric giving way against his knuckles, giving him access to the bare curve of your ass, long fingers deftly seeking out your warmth and heat as they had in the car. He groans to find you just as wet and wanting, and you reach up, pulling his glasses from his face and putting them somewhere safe. Your palms settle on his cheek, thumbs swiping the planes of his face, and Matt shudders when you start to trail kisses across his brow, eyes dropping closed as your lips caress his lids, making his lashes flutter.

“I woulda taken you on a road trip ages ago if I’d known it’d get you this hot and bothered,” you whisper between kisses, giggling as you speak. Matt grins, cocking his head back so he can kiss your cheek, your lips.

“You just smell so good,” he murmurs into you, savouring the gasp in your throat when one of his fingers finds your centre, dipping in just to the first knuckle. “And so wet, sweetheart, always so wet for me.”

“Uh-huh,” you whimper, your back arching as your hips try to chase his finger, desperate for more than what he’s giving you, but he moves with you, refusing to give you anything further just yet. “Matty, stop teasing.”

“And what were your intentions,” he retorts, mouth glancing along your jaw, a second finger joining the first, still just to his first knuckle, “wearing these little shorts and no panties, huh?”

Your words are gone now, turned to moans that echo behind his teeth as he sinks them into your bottom lip. He can hear the blood rushing through your body, your skin warming against his with every little touch he gives you. Your scent swirls through the room with every shift of your bodies, the richness of it sitting heavily in the back of his throat, making his tongue loll out of his mouth so he can taste it on the air.

Matt’s tired of waiting.

With no warning save for a sharp squeeze of your ass, he pushes both fingers in, straight to the hilt, pulling a keening noise from your throat that makes his chest swell with pride. No one else gets to hear you make those noises, just him. Just your Matty. It takes two thrusts for the pads of his fingers to drag along that spongy spot inside you, your slick easing his movements, your whole body stuttering as he caresses the spot.

Your hands dive into his hair as Matt stands, still holding you in his lap, fingers still deep inside you, and turns, tilting you back onto the bed a moment later. He bends at the waist, lowering his head between your thighs. He refuses to pull his fingers from you now, so he pulls the crotch of your shorts to the side, baring you to him, your scent hitting him like a truck with no barrier to stifle it.

You shout his name at the first touch of his tongue, and Matt’s eyes roll back in his head as his tastebuds explode with the tang and sweetness he’s only ever found between your legs. He moves his fingers in time with his tongue, laving and lapping at you like you’re the only thing on earth that could quench his thirst, could quell the lust and longing surging through his veins.

You are.

The orgasm hits you quick and hard, your knees locking around his head as you flood Matt’s fingers, the smell of you growing impossibly more intense. He groans into you, licking up whatever he can get, tongue coated with the very essence of you.

He pulls his fingers from you only to push them between his lips. He can feel you watching him, your elbows sliding against the blanket so you can prop yourself up and get a better angle. You use the break to shove your shorts off; Matt feels the mattress shift further, hears the whip of fabric past his head after a moment. Then you’re sliding closer to him, legs bracketing his knees, hands reaching for the band of his sweats. He hisses as you pull the band down over his ass, his cock springing free and slapping against his stomach. Your fingers trail along the length of it a second later, and he growls, the sound echoing through the room.

“Well, you’ve tasted me,” you say softly, your voice dripping with seduction and lust and everything that’s been swirling through Matt’s brain for…how long? He’s lost track of time at this point. “Don’t you want to feel me?”

Something in Matt snaps then, and now he’s genuinely tired of waiting, of teasing. He needs you right now, needs to feel you wrapped around him this instant. He might go mad if he doesn’t.

He curls a hand around your calf, yanking it across until you’re flipped onto your stomach. You catch on quick, sliding onto your knees and lifting your ass. Matt inhales sharply, leaning forward to plant his hands on either side of you, leaving a trail of kisses up your spine, breath stuttering as his cock drags along your slit.

“C’mon, Matty,” you say lowly, turning your head just as Matt sinks his teeth into the meat of your shoulder blade. “Enough with the teas—”

You never finish the sentence. Matt adjusts his hips against your ass, curling his tailbone, and sinks into your heat in one fell swoop. Your words turn to an almost-scream of his name, your head dropping between your shoulders ass he rolls his hips into you, his cock dragging along every drenched nerve within you. He slings one arm around your middle, keeping your back against his chest as he starts to thrust, the room filled with the sounds of skin-on-skin, the wet glide of his cock, and the hitches in your breath every time he slides inside.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he mumbles into your shoulder, his grip tight at your ribs, and after a moment, he straightens, pulling you up with him, both arms around you now, hips still canting against you, cock disappearing into you with every thrust. “Like you were made for me.”

“I was,” you breathe, your head tilting back on his shoulder. “You just took your sweet time finding me.” Your hands lift to cover his, and Matt gives you a sloppy kiss, following the warmth of your breath until he can taste it.

He holds you impossibly closer, kissing the breath from your lungs and tasting every moan you have to offer. Your hips roll back against his, sucking him deeper inside and Matt adjusts his grip, one arm banded around your waist, the other hand reaching up to curl around your throat, just tight enough to make you gasp.

“Well, I did find you,” he murmurs to you, mouth at your ear as he rocks into you, “and I’m gonna stay buried in you until the end of time, you hear me?”

It’s cheesy, and Matt can feel the grin on your face as you tilt your head to the ceiling. “That’s quite the confession, Matthew.”

He gives you a particularly harsh thrust, hips snapping into your ass, and his grip drops, hand moving to the wetness between your legs, deft fingers finding your clit like it’s a homing beacon. It’s overwhelming, the feeling. The scent and the taste and the push and the pull, it’s almost unbearable. Almost. Your bodies feed off each other like some sort of cosmic equation; he fits too perfectly, you hold him too exactly.

But you love him just right.

And it’s those three whispered words from your lips, drenched in adoration and a touch of desperation, that send him over the edge. Your fingers fold around his wrist as he rubs you just enough, pulling sounds from you that are a symphony to his ears. Muscles tensing, you nearly bow forward, but his grip on your throat keeps you in place. Matt buries his nose in your neck, inhaling deeply as the pheromones and sweat pour off your skin, landing on his tongue and filling his nose.

Matt cums harder than he ever has.

He’s pretty sure he blacks out, his body roiling with pleasure so intense he can’t tell up from down or left from right. He’s vaguely conscious of his forehead being pressed against your spine, hands gripping your hips like a lifeline while your fingers cover his.

“I’ve got you, Matty,” he hears you say. “I’ve always got you.”

He comes down from the high a few minutes later, dimly aware that you’ve manoeuvred him down onto the bed and into your arms, that your calf is slotted between his thighs, and you’re running your fingers through his hair, pushing the sweaty strands away from his forehead before dropping a kiss to his skin. He blinks slowly, leaning into your touch as much as possible, and you hum happily.

“We should go get cleaned up,” you say softly, but you make no move to get up, and Matt shakes his head.

“Not yet.”

“Okay,” you agree, dropping another kiss to his forehead. He sinks into your touch, revelling in it, wishing he could bottle the feeling and save it for a rainy day, for a time when you’re not within reach, when he can’t find this kind of euphoria.

You don’t stop your movements, and Matt swears he could fall asleep right then and there, but, teetering on the edge, he calls your name.

“Yeah?”

“I love you, too,” he says softly, and hears the happy pickup in your heart, the little squeak that echoes through your throat. “In case it wasn’t obvious.”

Good God, let me give you my life.

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[underoospeterparker]

hii hru?? ik u have a lot of requests but i was wondering if i could request a 🫶 with tasm!peter parker where gn!reader gets rly stressed and eventually it gets to the point where their hands are shaky all the time, and peter expresses concern & reminds them to take their anxiety meds🙃 sorry if ur not comfortable w writing the last part,, but yeah js peter hurt/comfort!! i love ur writing & hope ur having a great week!

hi sweetheart! i wrote something similar to this but I'm gonna write another one, kind of like a part 2 if you'd like that :)

part one, two

"Honey?" Peter's voice snapped you out of whatever it was you had just been thinking about, and you turned to him with a dazed expression on your face. You blinked, and your vision finally turned clear. The space between his eyebrows was creased, a concerned frown already on his face. "Are you okay?"

You tried your best to attempt a smile, but it was small and fake, and it didn't placate your boyfriend's worries. "Yes, I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

His frown lines became deeper, if that was even possible. "Your hands are shaking, sweetheart."

You looked down, and sure enough, Peter was right. He took your hands in his, squeezing them in his large, warm palms. "Did you take your meds today?"

The blank look on your face answered his question, and he got up from the sofa. You let go of his hands and they resumed their shaking, Peter's gaze not moving from them as he walked over to the kitchen to get you a glass of water.

He took his place next to you again, placing the cup on the coffee table before reaching out for the tablets wrapped in foil. "I know it's hard to remember, honey, but you have to take them," he said, voice demanding but still soft, because he could never find it in himself to yell at you.

He handed you the tablet, and lifted the glass to your mouth as you swallowed it, knowing water would have spilled if you'd done it yourself. "There we go, good job," he murmured, once you'd downed the entire glass, clearly thirsty since you hadn't drank anything since the morning.

"I'm sorry," you apologised, leaning into him as he opened his arms for you to cuddle.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, wrapping himself around your slightly smaller frame. He reached for your hands, still shaking but only in the slightest, something only he would have noticed. "There's nothing to be sorry about." His voice soothed you, even more than the medicine. "It must be tiring," he added, "to have to be worrying all the time."

You felt understood, more so than you'd ever felt. "So tiring," you agreed, head tucked in his chest. His heart broke and then healed, just a little, as you shuffled in closer to him.

"I know," he cooed, "you're okay now. Promise."

[winniethewife]

Thank you for the headcanons winnie😭❤️

You just give the best and most accurate headcanons ever!

Congratulations on the 300 followers, btw😍 You deserve more!

For the second request, I wanna throw off the boys😌

I mean what's the point of requesting if there won't be anything smutty right?!

So, gimme gimme *grabby hands* the headcanons about how our moon boys would react when they are mad and the reader gets turned on by that😃

*looks at the camera breaking the 4th wall* Y'all...Lets do this. Give Mani what she wants.

Pissed/Cross/Enojado

Moon-Knight Smut head canons (Female reader)

Warnings: Smut under the cut, Angry sex, phone sex, degradation, mild violence, general toxicity,

Marc

Marc was pissed off. He had just had a pointless fight over the phone with some guy about something. You weren't paying attention to details.

you were a little more focused on the tingling between your legs

Marc doesn't get mad very often, if ever. So you had no idea what his angry raised voice would do to you.

When he comes into the room he continues to rant and rave, trying to release some of the built up tension That's when he notices your squirming

"Baby are you...are you turned on right now?"

After you hesitantly tell him that yes you are turned on by his behavior, he's taken a back. He doesn't really know how to respond.

It isn't until the next time he's pissed off at something that it comes into play.

You heard him growl intensely as he walked through the door and before you can even ask what's wrong, your back is against the wall and his lips are on yours. His hands grabbing you like you're the answer to all his problems

There's nothing that's going to stop him from taking what he needs

Your pants torn off, his weeping cock at your entrance, as he bites at your neck.

"God...Fuck...Need this...Need you"

Steven

Steven Hardly ever gets Cross. Unless its about work, and Donna.

He was going on and on over the phone to you about how much he was done with Donna and all the shite he had to do as a giftshopist.

you couldn't help but enjoy his irate rambling. a little too much even.

your hand drifting down your body as you listen to his voice, coating your fingers in your slick as you rub your fingers between your damp folds

"And I told her that she should shove it where the light don't shine, or at least I wanted to but...Love? are you alright? it sounds like your whimpering?"

you stop in you tracks and try to figure out how to answer his question. you decide honesty is the best policy and tell him that your touching yourself.

You can hear his breath hitch. he couldn't help it the thought of your fingers inside of you.

"I can be at yours in half an hour. Don't move"

the phone line clicks. and you follow his orders. When he comes rushing in the door you can see the outline of his cock in his pants as he looks at you desperately.

"So...you need me that badly love? well. Let me help with that."

Jake

Jake, knew he had fucked up the second he had thrown that plate. but he was so angry.

as the plate had whizzed past your head you knew you should have been scared, but instead you found your cunt clenching around nothing and your mouth going dry.

"Dios mío, Sstás bien? I'm so sorry, I don't know...what came over me." Oh, my God, are you okay?

He rushes to hold you and be sure you are alright but wasn't expecting this reaction, the way you melted in his arms, the soft moan that escaped your lips as his hands touched your hips. at first he gets more mad, you are turned on by this? of all things?

His grip tightens on you and the way he huffs in anger before quickly bending you over the nearby counter. yanking down your pants as he starts to mutter curses under his breath.

"Putita, just want to be fucked is that it? you like this? You like me like this? well lets see how you feel after this. eh?"

he pushes two fingers into you with frustration, not caring that your not wet enough, not caring as you cry out from the stretch of your walls.

you cry out, the feeling is so good, but almost too much. As he finger fucks you he lets out all his anger on your poor little pussy. bringing you to your climax again and again and again.

"Te gusta cuando estoy enojado? Te mostraré enojado!" Do you like it when I'm angry? I'll show you angry!

~

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