#sweetheart reader

[heart-writesss]

some would say connie’s type in the past has been girls that fall under the category “bitchy”. girls with stank attitudes that he’d have to constantly stop from fighting in public. it’s just what he’s also attracted until one day he met you.

it was a pretty day and you were at the quiet little boutique you worked at. you had worked a morning shift and it was now 3 in the afternoon so you were heading out. “bye girls! are you sure you don’t need me to stay because i’d be happy to?” you ask the younger employees taking over for the night shift. they reassure you that they’ve got it covered and you grab your tote bag and head out. you live in a loft apartment not too far from your job so you walk on days like today. you begin walking down the sidewalk when your stomach starts to grumble lowly making you remember that you’d only eaten a bagel for breakfast and sipped on water. “ugh i don’t feel like cooking.” you mumbled to yourself so you decided to stop at a local pizzeria for a quick slice.

connie and eren were in connie’s black benz truck heading to one of their favorite places, benny’s pizzeria. “what’s going on with you and ole girl con? haven’t seen her since she was getting carried out of the club a few months ago.” eren questioned connie. connie huffed dramatically thinking back to that night. the girl he was referring to was one of his short term flings with big time anger problems. it was never a peaceful moment with her and after her major club blowout including her getting detained connie had wiped his hands clean of her. he just couldn’t handle the constant bickering and fighting and embarrassment that came with it. “nah man that’s been done for. i’m off women for while.” connie says as he parks the car.

you finally make it to benny’s and walk right in and breathe in the saucy aroma in the air. it was quite empty inside. just you and a young couple sitting together. seeing the couple together giggling makes you remember your lack of romance in your life today. lately it’s been just work and home with an occasional hangout with your friends. you’re content with life currently but sometimes it would be nice to have someone to hold at night and to go on dates with. you’re snapped out of your daydreaming state when you hear the doorbell ring and not long after a body trips into yours.

“oh my god i’m sorry i wasn’t paying attention.” you exclaimed as you turned around to see the man who was standing behind you. as you turned around you were met with a tall man covered in patchwork tattoos and a buzzcut. your insides were freaking out just from looking at him. maybe it was the tattoos or the hair or the way he was looking at you or that deep voice or even all the above but his aura was captivating.

“no i’m sorry. didn’t mean to almost knock you down.” he states while taking in your appearance. you were around 5’7 with big curly hair all over framing your face perfectly, big black frames over your eyes, a white tee with a pair of blue jeans on, and a pair of pink sambas on your feet. you were gorgeous. before connie could find any other words you gave him a sweet smile and headed to the counter to order. “you can stop staring now.” eren jokes at the table they sat at. ever since your interaction connie hadn’t taken his eyes off you for more than 15 minutes at a time. he couldn’t let you leave without saying something else to you. he didn’t know what but he had to say something. the soft look in your eyes made him feel all jumbled around inside. but he liked it.

you ordered your food to-go and waited till your number was called. super cute buzzcut man was inside and you could feel his eyes on you from time to time but you just ignored it. once your number was called you grabbed your bag and dropped a $10 dollar bill in the tip jar and headed out the door. on the inside you were wishing for mysterious buzzcut guy to say something to you or maybe even you gain the courage to say something to him but it didn’t seem like your day.

as you head down the street towards your apartment you hear yelling and footsteps trailing behind you. curiosity won the best of you and you turned around only to find buzzcut guy seemingly trying to flag you down. in seconds he’s standing in front of you smiling. “we didn’t properly introduce ourselves a moment ago. i’m connie.” he says and reaches his hand out to shake yours. “and i’m y/n.” you couldn’t stop the big smile from spreading across your face. “well y/n i wanted to ask if i could have your number and-“ before he could even finish you had said “yes!” leaving connie surprised he was used to the chase of it all with his past flings. you exchanged numbers and were prepared to go yalls separate ways. you say to connie before heading home finally, “it was nice meeting you connie. hopefully we’ll get to talk again soon.” you turn your back to connie no longer having to contain your giddiness.

as connie returns to the restaurant he thinks about you and just how kind you were. it was something new he’d never been on the receiving end of. an image of your smile keeps flashing in his head. when he sits back down eren goes “well are you actually gonna call her?” looking at his friend curiously.

“yeah i am. she seems different than the others y’know. she seems sweet.”

part 2

[mariasont]

not exactly vacation material

hotch reluctantly admits he doesn't know how to vacation, and you're determined to help.

pairing: aaron hotchner x sweetheart!reader warnings: fem!reader, flangst, hotch opening up just a smidge prompt: here wc: 1.1k

“I still can’t believe Garcia actually dragged Rossi into a psychic reading booth.” Your voice trails off into a bubbly, disbelieving giggle.

Beside you, Hotch makes a sound of amusement that you secretly cherish way more than you probably should. The team had practically sprinted in different directions the second you got to the boardwalk, and somehow, you’d found yourself gravitating toward Hotch.

Or maybe he’d gravitated toward you. 

Either way, both of you quickly (and silently, always silently) established that sugary clouds of cotton candy and sketchy predictions about love and wealth weren’t exactly your thing.

Or rather, they were absolutely your thing, just not in front of Hotch. You just couldn't really bear the thought of him watching you get sugar-coated fingertips and a strawberry-stained tongue.

And you certainly weren't about to have a stranger peer into your future and hint knowingly at your absurd crush on your boss.

No, some vulnerabilities aren't meant to be shared, so instead you're here — strolling side-by-side, sneaking careful glances at his profile glowing in the quickly dying sunlight, pretending your heart isn’t beating double-time whenever your elbows brush.

It's not helping, though, that Hotch seems distant tonight — not cold, of course, he could never be cold — but thoughtful in that deeply, faraway way of his. It’s the kind of quietness that makes your fingers itch to smooth out whatever’s creasing his brow.

But that would be inappropriate, so you opt for nudging his shoulder lightly, hoping it feels playful instead of anxious. 

“You know, if you’re secretly dying to witness Morgan on the Ferris wheel, we still have time to turn back,” you say, smiling up at him through your lashes, “Or,” you pause, suddenly feeling emboldened, “we could talk about what’s bothering you. No pressure, though. This is a totally judgment-free walk.”

There’s a pause, and then Hotch looks at you in a way that nearly sends you face-first into the wooden boards beneath your feet. You really need to invest in coordination lessons if you’re going to keep hanging around him like this. 

Golden hour has never felt more cruelly intentional, spilling liquid gold across his features that blur every hard line you wanted to smooth away, turning them into something irresistibly gentle.

You do your best not to openly gawk.

“I’m just —” he begins cautiously, as though the words aren’t quite fitting right in his mouth, “not used to vacations, or downtime, really. Feels a bit foreign to me.”

It’s not every day that Aaron Hotchner actually admits he’s uncomfortable, and the blunt honesty hits you with enough force to knock you sideways.

Almost.

Your first instinct is to lean into gentle reassurance, maybe even squeeze his hand or say something profoundly comforting, but you’re fairly certain that might send him sprinting back to emotional lockdown at record speed.

So, you pivot, smiling instead.

“Could’ve fooled me,” you tease. “Hotch, I’ve seen you triple-check the Airbnb reservations and wake up at six a.m. just to get a good spot on the beach. You're basically the poster boy for dad-on-vacation.” Your grin broadens. “All you’re missing is the Hawaiian shirt and socks with sandals.”

You earn a laugh from him, and your heart practically cartwheels in triumph. Excessive, yes, but entirely justified. 

Hotch glances sideways at you. “I’ll have to draw the line at socks with sandals.”

“So, the Hawaiian shirt still has potential. Very interesting development.”

The silence that follows is gentle, akin to the warm breeze threading through your hair. It’s comfortable. Peaceful without trying too hard.

Your shoulders brush occasionally — definitely accidental, obviously innocent, totally nothing worth overthinking (though you’re already doing exactly that) — but then it’s his arm brushing yours again. One might be an accident. Twice feels a little more intentional.

You both politely pretend not to notice.

Then your fingers collide, a hesitant meeting of fingertips. This time, neither of you pretend. You let them stay.

“Do you travel much?”

His question interrupts your quiet contemplation, startling you enough to nearly pull your fingers away, but you don’t. Instead, you lift your eyebrows, pretending shock at the very idea.

"Vacation? Bold of you to assume I'm allowed days off. I've got this super serious boss who frowns upon relaxation. Maybe you've met him?"

He shoots you a knowing look that melts your defenses, pulling a soft, almost shy laugh from your throat.

"Okay, okay, yeah, I traveled a lot growing up," you admit. “My parents were always off somewhere fancy for conferences or vacations. Figured if I didn't travel to them, I'd probably forget what they looked like.”

You regret the accidental seriousness the instant the words leave your mouth, feeling Hotch’s fingers gently retreat from yours. It's subtle, barely there — but enough to remind you of who you're talking to.

He knows your father, after all, and you’ve just inadvertently thrown the age difference (and everything complicated about this) right back in his face.

“Suddenly, your fixation on the thread count of the house’s sheets makes a lot more sense,” Hotch says, dry humor tugging lightly at the corner of his mouth, one eyebrow arching gently upward.

Yet your sharp eyes catch the subtle tightening of his jaw, the almost imperceptible stiffening — a clear indication your mention of family grazed a sensitive spot.

It’s a tiny sign that maybe you’ve stepped a little closer to a line he wasn’t ready to cross.

"Okay," you say, laughing a bit to cover the awkward flutter of nerves still dancing in your chest., "I'm sensing some judgment here, but for your information, my so-called fixation didn't stop me from backpacking through Europe and willingly sleeping on sheets that probably hadn’t been washed since the previous decade." You pause, looking to him. “You know, I actually think you’d really enjoy Europe.”

“I’ve been,” he replies, eyes distant and thoughtful in a way that has you holding your breath. “But only for endless hotel-to-meeting-room cycles.” He hesitates before adding, “Honestly, I wish I’d made time for real vacations earlier. Feels like I missed a lot of chances to just... slow down.”

Your mind stumbles a little, suddenly alert. It’s a small admission, so small anyone else might overlook it, but you know better. Because you know what he’s hinting at. You’re careful not to react too obviously.

“You've got plenty of time to catch up,” you reassure, “Honestly, anyone who packs extra sunscreen just in case already understands the basics of vacation-mode better than they think. Just gotta lean into it.”

Hotch chuckles quietly, tension easing from his posture as he catches your eyes. “I’m not sure packing extra sunscreen counts as vacation expertise, but I appreciate your generous interpretation.”

“You’re welcome,” you reply, letting your voice hang somewhere between playful and sincere.

For a moment the comfortable quiet returns, filled only by your shared footsteps. You're aware of every tiny touch — accidental, intentional, completely uncertain — and wonder briefly, a little hopefully, if Rossi's psychic could predict what would happen next.

Probably not, but it's nice to pretend.

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[jadastarkey]

I could be

celebritycrush!drew x sweetheart!actress!reader

warnings: flirting? idk if that's a warning tho

genre: fluff

sypnosis: an interviewer let's actress!reader choose someone to be interviewed with her and she chooses drew, who happens to be her celebrity crush

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"y/n over here!" an interviewer called, holding out a microphone for you.

you smiled and walked over grabbing the mic.

"Hey, how are you today?"

"oh my god, hi, I'm so great, thank you. how're you?"

"I'm alright, thanks for asking. if you dont mind, we're gonna do things a little differently today," the interviewer said as you nodded "we want you to choose anyone on the carpet right now to be interviewed with you"

"really?" you asked, looking over your shoulder

"yeah, choose anyone" she replied with a chuckle.

you smirked and put your finger up to your lip, your eyes hunting for the man they'd been set on all night, the man you could recognise from a mile away, the man whose movies you'd binged most nights when you were bored and it didn't take long at all to find that familiar face.

you passed the microphone back to the interviewer and walked over to him, your footsteps small as your dress was tight.

your courage slowly dropped. there were people already talking to him, the cameras were flashing, more than likely to catch any embarrassment and post it everywhere and suddenly any courage you once held was gone.

you took a deep breath and tapped on his shoulder. "uh, drew?" you asked politely like a child telling her mom she dropped the ice cream she just got from the ice cream man.

there was barely any time to run away and die as he turned around the second your fingers touched his shoulder "hey.. you're y/n y/l/n? I didn't know you were here"

you let out a nervous giggle "y-yeah, I am."

he grinned

"I was just at an interview and she said I could choose someone to be interviewed with me and I was wondering if you'd wanna do it with me?" you asked, hope glimmering in your eyes

"yeah of course I will" he answered almost too quick but a yes is a yes and you let out a sigh of relief

"Okay, uh follow me, I guess"

you led him back to the interviewer and tool your mic back. you put it between the two of you, as you thought you were sharing one but you didn't see the interviewer holding another one out for you. drew thought you were handing it to him and wrapped his hand around it, his fingers brushing yours.

you were yet again embarrassing yourself infront of the drew starkey, the man who gave you a reason to start acting.

you let him take it and awkwardly took the other one.

"quite the partner, y/n. drew, how's your night going"

"It's going... okay. I'm just a little nervous. im sure I'll be fine, though. "

"let's hope so." she said before looking down at a list of questions in her hand "y/n, drew, your movies are going up against eachother, and you yourselves are nominated in the same categories multiple times. do you think either of your wins or losses could affect a future friendship?"

"no, It's a competition and not everyone can win. there's 7 people that'll lose and that's okay. we just have to support whoever does win" drew answered

"yeah, there's a possibility neither of us will win and its okay" you said, looking up at him again.

"that's good. we don't need anymore drama in this world. y/n, a lot of your fans have noticed you've been a little happier recently. is there anyone behind that, maybe a special someone?"

yu giggled, biting down on your bottom lip slightly "Well, no but I'm open to it" you smiled, taking a small glance toward drew to meet his eyes for a second. you quickly turned away and tried to hide the pink dusting your cheeks.

the interviewer saw the tension and used it to her advantage "do you think drew could be that special someone?"

the air got caught in your throat, not expecting such a blunt question but before you could answer or even regain some confidence drew chimed in with a smooth "I could be"

the interviewers eyebrows raised and drew continued "how about if I win, I can get your number and take you out on a date somewhere?"

your mouth opened but no words came out. you just nodded.

"but what if she wins?" She asked

"we'll have to see" he replied before waving goodbye to the camera and skimming his hand over your waist to get past you and back onto the carpet.

your eyes followed him hut you were frozen in place out of shock for a while.

when you'd come to your senses, you thanked the interviewer for her time and continued on your night, though the interaction never left your mind

~°•☆•°~

a/n sorry if this is bad I'm still getting used to writing

I might make a pt 2 to this

[prettypup188]

“Swing sets & ocean breeze”

(Conrad x fem reader)

(Creds 4 gif: @sisistringer )

(Fluff! + a lil bit of angst, belly being a bit jelly(tehehehe that rhythms), reader is neighbors w/ the fishers. This is surrounding the Fourth of July episode🇺🇸❤️, hints of jealousy, reader being a sweetheart, a bit of cursing, pls enjoy!)

-1.1k word count-

Your pov:

“Do you think we need more tomatoes?”, Conrad asked trailing beside you. You both were grocery shopping for the Fisher’s yearly bbq, you pushed the shopping cart slowly eyeing the different watermelons for the right one. “Get two more, I’m gonna make my famous tomato bagels for lunch.”, he hummed stuffing two plump tomatoes in the plastic bag dropping it into the cart, you finally finished found the perfect watermelon knocking your knuckles against it to hear how hollow it was, you posted at it, “This is the one.”, Conrad picked it up carefully placing it in the cart turning to head to the register.

You both loaded up Jeremiah’s jeep and got in driving home, the summer sun beamed overhead glaring into the open sun roof and Clario played in the background, Conrad rested a hand on your thigh his blond hair messily sprawled across his forehead, you looked over at him with a smile, “You ready for the best Fourth of July ever, June bug?”, he asked you nodded throwing up your hands, “Hell yeah!”

When you both finally made it, Susannah and Laurel were out front putting up lasting decorations, Conrad honked making Steven and Jeremiah come out from the back gate to help unload the groceries. You got out to greet the two moms, “ Hi, Mrs Susannah.”, you said beaming giving her a hug she looked at you in complete awe, “Y/n, I haven’t seen you in a whole year you keep becoming more beautiful each time I see you.”, you smiled, “Thank you, is there anything I can do to help?”, you asked as you three went inside the house was decorated head to toe in American flags and red,white and blue bouquets. Susannah shook her head, “Just go relax, you’ve done more than enough to help.”, you smiled nodding Conrad appearing next to me, “Connie, can you get my bag out of my car so you can go change.”, he nodded leaving out of the house.

“Don’t you have legs, y/n.”, said a familiar voice you looked over to see Belly standing at the bottom of the stairs with a fake smile Laurel shot a stern look making her look away. “Be nice.”, she said softly before walking into the kitchen after Susannah you smiled at her, “Um, I brought you something, I’m sorry if I got on your bad side.”, Belly rolled her eyes, Conrad came back on with your duffle bag slug over his shoulder, you grabbed the bag and headed upstairs pasting her and going onto Conrad’s room.

Conrad pov:

“What the hell is your problem, belly.”, he said annoyed, combing his hair through his hair. She grumbled, “Your so stupid Conrad, I’ve always been the one to love you but you chose her instead.”, Conrad’s eyes widened, “Your like a sister to me, and quite frankly y/n is someone who I adore so you need to deal with it.”, she scoffed folding her arms as she passed him going into the backyard.

You came down oblivious to the heated transaction, Conrad looked at you in awe at your American flag bathing suit and blue jean shorts with your hair neatly wrapped in a bandana (I don’t want to specify so it can be assessable to all hair types 💗). “Surprise.”, you said with a smirk he smiled warmly, “You matched with me?”, he asked gesturing to his fourth of July print swim trunks. You nodded, kissing his forehead heading into the backyard to find Steven and Jeremiah playing volleyball in the pool and Taylor reading a magazine with Belly clearly venting with her about something hence the two looking directly at you.

Your pov:

“ I’ll go talk with the girls.”, you said heading over to them but Conrad grabbed your arm, “You sure?”, you nodded.

You walked over to the lounge chairs and sat down next to them holding two small white boxes, “Look, belly I know that you don’t like me because I’m with Conrad but I just want to try and be friends.”, you said softly giving the box to her, “This is an early birthday gift.”, you handed the other to Taylor who took it with a small smile, they both opened it with widened eyes, “I asked Conrad and Steven what you two liked and I got you personally made friendship bracelets.”, Taylor was quick to put it on thanking you but Belly looked down at it eventually putting it on, “Sorry, y/n I just really liked Conrad for a long time and never thought that you both would get together.”, you gave her a sympathetic look placing a hand on her thigh, “I get it, I was just as surprised.”, just then a loud yell from the kitchen ripped through the laughter.

Everyone quickly made it inside to find Susannah standing in front of a smashed glass and cake mix on the ground Laurel was quickly grabbing towels and a broom and Mr. Fisher standing in shock, “Mom,what happened?”, asked Jeremiah, “I think I need to lay down.”, she said quietly walking out Mr. Fisher going after her but Conrad grabbed his arm, “Not now, dad.”, Mr. Fisher nodded, after cleaning up the mess everyone tried to go back to before but there was still a small bit of tension in the air.

Later on, everyone sat on the beach eating dinner and playing uno, you and Conrad decided to take a swim while Jeremiah and Mr.Conklin put together the fireworks, Conrad held you by your hips quieter than before you could tell he was uneasy because of his dad’s appearance. “You okay?”, he nodded brushing his nose against your neck kissing your cheek, the smell of the water was salty and warm as the evening sun beamed dipping leaving a orangish pink in the sky. Once it became dark, you two settled on the back deck watching the firework show. Conrad rubbed his thumb aimlessly against your thigh as your now sweater wrapped arm rested against his arm, your head rested on his shoulder. “This was a lot of fun.”, you said softly, “Really? This was a disaster for me.”, he said humorously you shook your head looking at him; “I really enjoyed my time, especially getting to see your family and Conklin’s all together.”, he smiled placing a hand on your cheek kissing you, “I’m glad, sweetheart.”, you smiled kissing him back.

You two finally ended the night, in his room after a nice shower you laid in his bed snuggled against him in a pair of shorts and his oversized hoodie as you listened to his breathing while he slept. You combed through his hair softly, feeling your eyes become heavy and falling asleep.

(Hope u enjoy! I did write this before season 3 came out but hope u enjoy! Mwah ❤️🇺🇸)

[a-998h]

hi!! May I request rye cookie x kind/sweetheart and shy/quiet fem reader?

bonus if first meeting is included!

READER IS THREATENED AND GETS KIDNAPPED WILD WEST STYLE!

It all started when she walked into the saloon you worked at. You were a saloon girl there. The staff and customers love you, as you were so kind to everyone who deserved. Though, you were also shy and quiet so most customers didn't pay you too much mind. The cookies who knew you well were so taken by your kindness that they gave you a nickname, Sweetie girl. Your shyness meant you somewhat relied on your co workers if someone was bothering you, which is how you ended up in the situation you're currently in.

It was a regular evening. Juice was flowing, people were merry, and things had been relatively calm. They a cookie with a long ponytail the color of grain walked in. The Wild Gun they called her. She took her seat at a corner table and ordered a juice on the rocks. The other saloon girls were busy so you'd have to be the one to deliver the drink. Gulping down the saliva forming in your throat, you approached the Wild Gun's table.

"Well, thanks for the drink, darlin' " she says as you place the glass on the table.

You get a bit flustered and scurry off to serve another patron. Rye cookie couldn't help by chuckle. She had been coming to this saloon for a good while but she never paid too much attention to you or the other saloon girls. She was a decent customer, but not overly friendly or chatty while on the job. That's why she was here after.

Pulling the crumble wanted poster from her pocket she scans the saloon for a cookie matching the description of a well known gun slinger that terrorized these parts. So, she drank her juice and waited for him to show his face.

Well, she didn't have to wait long as the outlaw bursts through the saloon doors, causing deathly silence to settle over the once rowdy saloon. He walks over to the booth Rye Cookie is sitting at, glaring down at her.

"Move it! This is my table," he demands.

Rye Cookie smirks under her hat as she stays right where she is. The outlaw gets angry, slamming his fists on the table as he shouts at Rye Cookie to move. When she doesn't he begrudgingly sits at a different table, demanding a drink.

The energy slowly comes back, though not as cheerful as it was moments before. You're the unfortunate soul who has to deliver him his drink, so you just stay quiet and place the drink on the table before going to scurry off. He grabs you, asking you to stay and chat for a bit. You try to get away but his grip is unrelenting. Rye Cookie stands up and walks over to the table, looking at the outlaw.

"Now, I do believe that darlin' asked you to let her get backed to work. So, let her go and we won't have a problem," she says, her accent and low voice making your face turn the color of a sugar gnomes' mustache.

"Or what?" The outlaw mockingly asks.

Rye Cookie looks him dead in and eyes and she can see the fear and recognition within them. She smirks, demanding the outlaw come quietly. He doesn't listen, instead he pulls out his gun as he pulls you against him. Tears start to leak from your eyes as the outlaw backs his way to his waiting horse. Rye Cookie follows behind carefully, waiting as he ties you up before tossing you onto his horse. She gets on her own horse and starts following the moment he takes off.

The chase is intense as Rye Cookie tails the outlaw like a bloodhound. She wants her bounty, but she also wants her new favorite saloon girl to be safe. She pulls out her lasso and manages to get the outlaw. Though, once he's pulled off the horse it stops and you're bond body falls and almost hits the group.

"I got ya darlin'" Rye Cookie reassures as she holds you bridal style in her arms.

Your face is red and tear stained by the time she brings you back to the saloon with her target in tow. Patrons and coworkers alike ask if you need anything and if you're OK. You reassure them, saying all you need is a moment to break and some water. A fellow saloon girl leads you to the back while the bartender makes you the fanciest water he can.

Rye Cookie has already collected her reward when she comes back to check on you. She saw you working as normal and sat down at a table. When you came by with her drink she asked if you were doing alright. You tell her you're fine and she softly chuckles.

"Whats so funny?" You ask.

"Nothin', it's just that you're such a sweetheart I thought you'd faint like a baby deer. Well, nice to know you're alright," Rye Cookie explains.

You giggle a bit and go to turn away but Rye Cookie gently grabs your first. Turning you nervously ask if everything's OK.

"Yeah, I was just winderin' if you'd want to go out sometime," she badly admits.

Your face is now a new shade of red as you cover it with your tray. Rye Cookie laughs, saying that your blush makes you look so much cuter. That makes you blush more but you do accept her invitation.

Now you have a loving cowgirl girlfriend who thinks you're the greatest bounty she's ever caught.

[heartssturniolo]

HIYAAAAA, fear i may have a request 😜😜

hockey! player matt x reader 🤔🤔 can be a headcanon, fic, blurb, anything, i js wanna see sum hockey player matt 😪😪

🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼- 🌷 anon

hockey player!matt x sweetheart!reader

making this a mini series (this couple) feel free to send in any scenarios you want!

(🌷 anon - i have your other request and plan on writing it in the future! you can send some scenarios for hockey player matt if you would like)

introduction & headcanons coming soon!!

taglist:

@joces-wrld @madisonsfavgirl

[edensrose]

. ۫ᯓᡣ𐭩 finally wrote smth for sweetheart .ᐟ reader x sukuna and i fear they're sooo fuck enemies guys like AH can't wait to post

[dallywisntonwife]

Sweetheart!reader! X Dallas Winston

Sweetheart! Reader is a soc, everything she owns is pink and girly, she never looks unpresentable and is the It girl of tusla. Dallas Winston is a no good hood who is constantly in trouble with the fuzz,always stealing, and doesn't have a soft spot for anybody, Until he and Sweetheart! reader cross paths and everything changes for Dallas.

[skyrigel]

Simon never heard his father say sorry, or please, or thank-you, or I love you.

In their house, when his mama would put down hot, heavy casseroles, her skin damp with sweat, eyes darting for some sweet words, his father never said one word of thanks, let alone 'some'. Only waved his thick, impatient hand.

His father never took the plates to the sink. Never noticed when she stayed up at night to sort the screws by size and purpose—organizing the chaos he left behind just to find one damn hammer.

His father never said ‘please can you—’ only grunted with that bitter mouth, glared with those unkind eyes when he needed something.

Simon never heard him say I love you. And he couldn’t believe his eyes the day his father plucked out his baby brother from his mama's arm, and didn’t spare one glance for his Ma. She didn't deserved that, did she? Her weak frail body, cracked murmuring lips — she should be celebrated with adoration, comfort, love.

Love, and an infinite of it.

His father never sat beside her just to drink tea. Never told her about his day. Never asked about hers — what she did, or liked, or wanted. Never reached out his thumb, however calloused it was, to wipe away the sprout on her chin. That he was grateful she's next to him, that he loved her.

So when life happened, and Simon was left to pick up his pieces and place them in a way he wanted to be—he thought whomever he will be, anything, but his father.

Anything but him.

And then life happened again but this time it arranged itself in beautiful ways. Because you came with it this time. You and all your silly lovely ways, you who kissed your knee before resting your chin, you who cheered up catching up with fridge' light switching off, you so beautiful, so kind, made up of sundust. His sunshine — lighting up his world.

And God, he was so, so grateful. Every moment, every day !

“I love you,” he’d say the moment he wakes up next to you. Pressing his love on your lips, on your shoulder, on your neck.

“I love you,” when you spill milk in the morning daze and stare at it like it might disappear.

“I love you,” when he wipes your chin and kisses your forehead.

“I love you,” when he takes your hand in his and rubs it between his palm, why ? Because he'll spend his whole life keeping your hands warm than anything else.

“I love you.” because he loves, loves, and loves you so much that it hurts, so much that it heals, so much that it's everything sweet ever happened to him.

“I love you.” for all the ways his father failed, and Simon too, as a son, as a brother — failed to save his mama and lil' brother. I love you, because in loving you he is allowing himself to be loved.

Masterlist

[kiyutuii]

Tangled Up

this took me 20 years my apologies

enjoy!!

close-ups:

[rafesangelita]

♡ ࣪when a movie night with your best friend ends with you and rafe naked underneath your blankets..

warnings: bsf!rafe, fluff, cuddling, sexual tension, reader is a little bold in this one, heavy petting, tit play, dirty talk, degradation, oral (m. & f. receiving), face sitting, face fucking, hair pulling, choking, biting, finger sucking, size kink, unprotected sex, rough sex, multiple orgasms

a/n: movie night dates are my fav <3

wc: 2.3k

“they have the whole twilight series on here..” rafe looked away from your tv, and at your bare legs as you stepped out of your bathroom, a pair of sleep shorts and one of his t-shirts adorning your body. “oooh, put it on!” you joined rafe under the covers, leaning into him as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. anyone from the outside would’ve looked at you and rafe and thought you two were a little too close to be best friends, and while they might be right, you and rafe loved being close like this.

“i’m surprised you’re wearing a sweatshirt,” you tugged at the soft material, “i like it.” rafe looked down at you, the corner of his lips quirking. “yeah?” he pulled you closer, his large palm splaying across your lower back. you hummed breathing in his cologne. he was so warm and just so big, you couldn’t help but snuggle into him more. the movie started playing, the soundtrack playing softly in the background as you two fell into a comfortable silence.

“these are the movies you watch strictly for the vibes, because the acting is terrible.” you gasped at rafe’s words, unintentionally moving against his front side. he cursed under his breath, backing away slightly so you couldn’t feel his hardening cock through his sweatpants. “it’s not that bad.” you giggled, backing up on him which only made rafe shut his eyes. he was trying his hardest to keep his cool right now, but with the way your shorts rode up past the curves of your ass, it was nearly impossible.

rafe was growing fidgety, his movements not going unnoticed by you. “are you okay?” you turned around, his cheeks flushed pink as a thin sheen of sweat coated his skin. “yeah— yes, i’m just uhm.. i’m burning up in this sweatshirt.” you took your bottom lip between your teeth, your fingers dancing along the hem of his shirt. “so take it off.” rafe swallowed thickly, feeling your nails graze just above his v-line. “what?” he laughed nervously, waiting for you to say you were kidding. “..take it off.” you repeated, watching the way rafe’s chest rose up and down with every breath.

even though you two constantly teetered the edge of what friends did and didn’t do, rafe always made sure to never cross the line.. unless you wanted to, of course. “a-are you sure?” rafe was already going through a mental battle, his jaw ticking when you took it upon yourself to pull his sweatshirt over his head. tonguing his cheek, you and rafe shared a glance before you averted your attention back to the tv. “can you hold me?” rafe knew he couldn’t say no to you, nor did he want to.

letting you rest your head on his bicep, he pulled you against his chest, his hand slipping under your, his, t-shirt. it was hard to focus with his hand on your tummy, his hard-on nestled between your cheeks while his breath fanned the back of your neck. you only lasted ten minutes like this, your hips moving on their own accord as rafe trailed his hand further up your torso. he froze when he felt the swells of your breasts against his thumb, a curse leaving his lips as he whispered in your ear.

“you’re fuckin’ killing me right now.” he groaned, taking one of your tits in his hand. you arched into him, reaching behind you to palm him through his pants. resting his head in the curve of your neck, rafe licked a stripe up against your skin, his tongue running over the sensitive spot of your flesh. you moaned, the sound making his cock stir. you’ve wanted rafe like this for so long, you couldn’t believe he was finally touching you the way you’ve wanted for so long.

craning your neck so you could see his face, you continued stroking him through his pants, his lips finding yours before he slipped his freehand under the waistband of your shorts. “no panties either? fuck, you were just begging for this cock weren’t you?” you whimpered a ‘mhmmm’, before you felt his middle and ring fingers dip between your folds. “what the fuck? you’re soaked..” he grazed your clit, your body jolting in pure unadulterated pleasure.

“when did that happen, huh? was it when you took my shirt off?” rafe slid his fingers down to your entrance, gathering the pool of wetness there before gliding his digits back up to your sensitive bundle of nerves, “or was it when you got under the covers and put your ass where i needed you most?” he whispered the last part, admiring the way your eyebrows knitted together in desperation, your lips glossy with his spit.

“please, i need you so bad, ray!” you cried, refraining from whining when he took his hand out of your shorts. bringing his digits up to your lips, you welcomed them in your mouth where rafe watched you suck your sweetness off of them. “you’re such a fuckin’ whore, i didn’t even need to ask you to do that.” he watched with a dark gaze, your tongue swirling around his fingers and sucking them as if it was something else. “you look so pretty when you’re cock hungry..” rafe teased, pulling away from you to take his sweats off.

you got on your knees, crawling to the edge of the bed where rafe stood fully naked. he was so hard, your mouth practically watered when he pulled you closer to him by your chin. “can i please taste you?” you gazed up at him with those watery eyes as he threaded his fingers through your hair. “oh, how sweet of you for asking,” he tugged at the hair on your scalp, his cock just centimeters away from your face, “do whatever you want with it, ‘pretty. it’s yours.”

you gave him that smile that made him fall in love with you all those months ago before licking a stripe up from the underside of his length, lapping up the pre cum that managed to dribble down his cock. rafe was mesmerized as he watched you, your pretty eyes never leaving his as you managed to wrap your lips around his sensitive tip. he was so big compared to you, he worried about how you’d be able to take it all. slowly, you kept lowering yourself until he bottomed out in your throat, the man above you in complete awe.

rafe was turned on beyond belief, the urge to just wrap his fists in your hair and fuck your face until you’re choking on it made him feral. you stilled, swallowing around him until he had to pull you off. “are you fucking with me right now? you want me to cum inside your mouth that bad?” he squeezed your cheeks together, landing a harsh smack to your ass. you yelped, nodding frantically as he pulled his t-shirt off of your body. with your tits now on full display, rafe balled your hair up and lowered you down onto his cock again.

you doubled over, your back arching as he thrusted into your mouth at an unforgiving speed. the sounds coming from between your lips were nothing short of obscene, heavy tears now rolling down your cheeks. rafe couldn’t formulate a single thought, his brain empty as he reveled in the feeling of your throat taking his cock. he fantasized about this for so many nights, wanting nothing more than to have you at his mercy and letting him take you however he wanted. fuck, he just knew you’d let him too. his pretty little best friend finally taking his cock, he could just cum at the thought.

as if rafe was brought back to earth from floating on cloud nine, he groaned when the band in his stomach snapped, his high washing over him in waves of pure ecstasy. his cum shot down your throat, the thick white ropes painting your tongue as his thrusts grew sloppy, his hold on your hair loosening as he let out a string of curses. “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..” rafe lost himself like never before, a hiss leaving his lips as you kept bobbing your head, desperate to take each drop.

“y/n—” he shuddered, pushing you away before you could keep going. overstimulated and out of breath, rafe pulled you up to look at your face. “i’m so sorry, i didn’t think i was going to finish that fast..” he was slightly embarrassed, but even more confused as you shook your head. “it’s okay!” you pecked his lips, batting your eyelashes at him as if he didn’t just cum in your mouth without permission. “where is it?” he cupped your cheeks, your mouth clean of any cum.

“what?” you whispered, equally as confused until rafe’s eyes widened in realization. “did you fuckin’ swallow it?” his thumbs hooked between your lips, opening your mouth to check for himself. he couldn’t put into words how bad he wanted you right now, the simple fact that you took what he gave you so eagerly made him tackle you back down on your sheets, his lips melting against yours in an instant. you welcomed him between your thighs, moaning in his mouth as he took your shorts off.

“sit on my face.” he rolled over, pulling you on top of him. you didn’t have any time to process what was happening before he pulled your thighs down on either sides of his head. rafe wasted no time, his tongue flicking between your folds. you gasped, scrambling to grip his arms as he dragged your hips across his mouth. “you taste amazing, holy fuck.” he circled your clit, sucking the sensitive bud before digging his fingers into your skin.

you cried out, eyes fluttering shut as you clenched around nothing. “f-feels so good, rafe!” the man beneath you moaned, his chest filling with pride as you writhed on top of him. despite his mouth working wonders on your soaked cunt, you felt so empty, wanting nothing more than to feel the delicious stretch of his cock. “need you inside, ray,” you looked down at him, “please fuck me.” grunting at your words, rafe gave you a nod.

standing up on shaky legs, rafe sat up against your headboard before pulling you back down on his lap. “wait— i don’t have any condoms.” rafe was panting, his lips glistening with your slick. “so?” you kissed him, grinding helplessly on his cock. “you’re okay with that? if i don’t use one?” you hummed, trailing kissing across his toned chest. “fuck— okay, baby.” rafe wrapped an arm around your waist, lifting you up as you reached down and lined him up with entrance. making sure you were looking at his face, rafe lowered you slowly, both of you moaning as you sunk down on his length.

you felt so warm and tight wrapped around him like this, both of you shuddering once he filled you to the hilt. “you okay?” his voice was gentle as he spoke to you, his fingers stroking your chin as you nodded. “yes, i just feel so full.” you whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck. “listen to me,” rafe started, “you’re not just my best friend after this. me and you? we’re together, alright?” you blinked, a smile gracing your features as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “really?” you felt giddy, your small laugh being cut short when he moved his hips.

“yes, really..” he trailed off, “i need you to know that i love and respect you, because the way i’m gonna fuck you right now? you just might forget.” you were about to question what he meant when he bear hugged you and started thrusting into you from below, your lips parting as a shriek ripped itself from your throat. “oh, fuck!” you rarely cursed, the word throwing rafe for a loop before he smirked to himself. “you cussing now, angel? is the dick that good?” you buried your face in his chest, unintentionally biting down on the flesh as his thighs smacked the bottoms of your ass.

rafe’s force was brutal, his tip kissing your cervix with every movement of his hips. “yes! yes, it’s so good!” you cried, holding onto him for dear life. “i’ve thought about doing this for so long,” he groaned, “just’ wanted you to be mine already.” rafe looked up at you as if you weren’t real, like you’d disappear into thin air if he didn’t hold you tight. he continued like this, leaving open mouth kisses between your neck and shoulder, your head knocking against the headboard.

“shit— sorry.” he laid you down, pinning your knees to your chest before slamming back into you again. nothing could top this, you were sure of it. with rafe pounding into you like there was no tomorrow, and his fingers now rubbing your clit, it wasn’t long before you were sobbing out, both you and rafe kissing each other as your orgasm hit you, quite literally stealing your breath away. rafe came twice, unaware that he could even do that within a fifteen minute time span.

your stomach caved in as you attempted to breathe, your heart beating in your ears as your back arched off of your sheets. “..rafe,” your voice just barely above a whisper before you gasped, the man on top of you cradling your head as he watched you come undone beneath him. you were crying, moaning hysterically as your high came over you, rendering you speechless while rafe marveled at the sight. “too much?” you nodded, rafe pulling out before shushing you with a peck to your lips.

you were still going through the aftershocks of your orgasm when he pulled the blanket over you two, both of you flushed against each other as he eased you down from your high. as if the moment couldn’t get any better with you shyly smiling at each other, the song ‘roslyn’ started playing from the movie, both of you stroking the other’s skin. “are we really together now, or were you just thinking with your other head?” rafe laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist. “no i meant it.” he traced the curve of your lips, admiring you until you fell asleep.

[mariasont]

guysss hey hi i wanna do some headcannons … does anyone (perchance) wanna send me some thangssss (prob not) but i am so #bored

[catbolt]

sylus x "sweetheart"

He rolls over in the middle of the night, his arm reaching across the bed into empty, cool sheets. "Sweetheart?" He mumbles softly into the quiet room, blinking the sleep from his eyes as he half-raises his head off the pillow, searching the darkness for you with bleary focus. He hears the light flick on in the bathroom and his muscles relax as he snuggles back under the covers, trying hard to fight off sleep so he can welcome you back into his arms once you return to bed.

"Sweetheart..." he draws out each syllable playfully as he leans agains the front door with a bemused expression. a smirk playing across his lips as he watches your frantic movements. "We're gonna be late." You're scrambling around the foyer looking for your keys. He thinks to himself for a moment, and then his smirk deepens. "Did you leave them in the lock again?" He lets out a soft chuckle as an embarrassed, knowing flush rises to your cheeks, already pulling open the door to check. sure enough— stuck straight in the lock. "You've really got to stop doing that."

You're walking down the busy sidewalk alone, tote bag over your shoulder as Sylus' voice echoes through your earbuds. "Hey, sweetheart. You look nice today." "Huh? I haven't even seen you today." "That's true. but I'm pretty sure I'm seeing you right now." You whirl around, searching the crowd, until you see the the familiar silhouette of a sleek black car slowly creeping down the street, matching your pace. Sylus rolls the window down, just enough for you to see the tops of his fingers as he gives a casual, flirtatious wave. a car honks in irritation behind him. He murmurs into the receiver. "You gonna make me hold up traffic like this much longer? This guy behind me's about to start seeing red."

"Sweetheart," he says in that husky low voice that makes you weak in the knees as he's pulling the strap of your nightdress down, inching it lower and lower on your shoulder as the movie plays in the background. His fingers are rough, his hands slightly calloused, but the motion of the touch itself is somehow silk-soft. "You're so warm," he whispers, his breath ghosting over the sharp ledge of your collarbone, fingers momentarily moving to trace its edge. "You sure you don't wanna keep watching?" You almost roll your eyes at the ridiculous question. "Fuck no, not when you're looking at me like that."

[shotmrmiller]

being called simon's work wife by johnny is all fun and games til you start spotting the man you've never formally met in the corner of your eye.

imagine being told by a pig-headed superior to make yourself useful and go get him some coffee only to immediately start apologizing, words spilling out of his pathetic mouth like water because your johnny-proclaimed husband's looming right behind you in guard dog mode.

you mumble out a thank you, even though you're not sure what for and he just tugs your name tag.

no one talks to my wife like that.

(forget about trying to clarify that it's work wife, he's got selective hearing.)

i think it's cute til it's not. til you're at a bar, drunk, and he shows up and takes you home. you wake up in a bed that smells of gunpowder and carbolic soap, in a shirt 3x your size and a pair of oversized sweats. when you check your phone, your friend's text reads, your husband is a scary man.

(there's a fucking ring on your finger, too.)

[gh0stsp1d3r]

stained

TikTok inspo

Warnings: sweetheart!influencer!reader x Rafe (:

You practically shoved your phone in Rafes face as soon as you saw the video, him quirking an eyebrow at you.

“Okay…?” He replied to it. “What are you asking for?” He asked with a sigh, already knowing that look in your eyes.

You beamed, “You should let me do this with you!”

He huffed, shaking his head and narrowing his eyes. “Nah, baby, sorry. Not this time.” He was not about to have you post him shirtless, with lipstick stains all over his body. No way.

Your lips formed a pout, staring up at him with pleasing eyes. “Rafey, please! My followers would adore it! They’d eat that shit up!”

“Your followers will be perfectly fine without it.”

“You hate me, don’t you?” You asked him with your arms now folded over your chest, a frown on your face.

“I never said that, baby.”

“You hate me so much. I should post about how much my boyfriend hates me. Yup.” You pulled out your phone, him groaning and snatching it from your hands.

“No, I don’t.”

“If you love me, then you’ll do the video. If you hate me… you won’t.”

He groaned in annoyance again, handing you back your phone. “Fine. I’ll do it.” He grumbled.

“Yay! Oh my god, I love you, I love you.” You repeated, kissing him on his cheeks already.

“Jesus- okay, okay- love you too.”

So there he laid, while you kissed his back, his biceps, his neck, until most of his body was looking like it was covered in lipstick stains. You practically squealed when you grabbed the camera, finding a Lana del Rey sound before pushing record.

“This is so stupid.” He mumbled into the pillow, you giggling while holding his wrist down.

He sat up when you were pleased with it, watching the video with you. You hit post with the caption “I made him do this.”

The both of you laid in bed and watched as it blew up, watching people randomly comment.

TheywantTop

how do you tame him so well? ❤️ 8074

rafecam replied: she doesn’t.

y/n replied: rafe stop.

rafecam: 🫡

theywantTop replied to rafecam: you’re whipped

rafecam: jealous you can’t get any. ❤️200

User1:

I need him.

rafecam replied: you need a shower. ❤️3001

y/n replied to rafecam: I love you 😭 😭

user3 replied to rafecam: LMFAOO HES SO SASSY

Kelc33!

can I steal him from you

y/n replied: you already do every weekend ):

rafecam replied: dude.

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[sabxynsweet]

more sweetheart!reader with mattheo

You’re sitting on the chair next to Mattheo, a chair that once belonged to Theodore Nott who was now sitting off to the side with Enzo and Blaise as they watched you lean all your body weight on the hand that rested on Mattheo's desk.

"Did you do something different with your hair?" You ask, peering up at him through your eyelashes.

"Hmm?" He looks down at you.

"Your hair, it looks a bit different." You watch in adoration as he runs his fingers through his hair, only for his curls to fall perfectly back in place.

"Good different?" He smirks.

"Very good different." You say quickly, making him laugh.

The two of you don't hear Theo, Blaise and Enzo snickering at them a few seats away.

"That is a girl in love." Pansy says, frowning at her friend, “It's almost hard to watch."

"Mattheo is going to break the poor girl's heart." Blaise says, always amused.

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Theo chuckles, "the other day, I was talking about this movie and he casually says 'yn loves that movie'."

"So? That's normal. By now, they’re friends, aren't they?" Enzo asks, Theo rolls his eyes.

"Okay, first of all, Mattheo isn't friends with girls." He points to Pansy. "Unless they're his friends' girlfriends or whatever."

Pansy grins, and throws her feet on Blaise's lap.

"And secondly, Mattheo knew her favourite. movie." Theo emphasises.

The group nod and gasp in agreement.

“You’re kidding! I’ve known him for 3 years and he still can’t remember my birthday!” Enzo complains.

“Sorry, Enzo, you’re not his girl.” Blaise snickers.

"Should we be worried that they can hear us?" They turn their attention to the pair sitting a couple seats away.

You were in a fit of giggles over something Mattheo was saying, his entire presence making you giddy. Their focus was set on you two, your focus was set on each other.

"Yeah, I don't think we have to worry about that."

to the two people who sent me asks - they’re in my drafts!! coming so soon, i promise. i have so many drafts of situationship!mattheo i might just skip this awkward “friends” stage