#you called me sweetheart

[togrowoldinv]

*Y/n, snuggling up to Natasha*

Natasha: Sweetheart, can you give me a minute please?

Y/n: Oh, I’ll just be over there

Natasha, reaching for y/n’s hand: I just get too distracted by you to get any work done. You’re so beautiful that I lose my focus.

Y/n, blushing really hard: Oh

[chamomileteainabuttercup]

I like Eddie calling Steve "sweetheart" very much; I also currently like the idea of Steve's reciprocal endearment for Eddie being "sunshine," because a) we have seen Eddie smile, the reason is obvious, b) their pet-names for each other need to be sort of old-timey and sentimental for some reason, and c) it's a gentle bit of teasing about Eddie's edgy dark image when in fact he is adorable.

[hunterbunter3000]

Sweetheart and Konig share one of those giant stuffed bears (Djungelskog?) cuddle sessions after tough missions

STOP THATS SO CUTE

AND LOOK HOW BIG IT ISSSSSS

I want one

But omg, you know they do - when Sweetheart purses her lips to König and her eyes are heavy with her eyebrows tugged up a bit, he knows it's cuddling time with Mr. Brownie. (That's the bear's name-- Sweetheart named it ♡) Mr. Brownie stays in König's room because Sweetheart has too much stuff in hers, so they get cleaned and meet up at his room, and as König is getting Mr. Brownie out of his closet, Sweetheart is already under his covers waiting for him.

König's heart swells when he sees her in his bed. Ugh and he gets so excited when he sees her arms out wide and hands grabbing the air for him. AND THE LITTLE WHINE THAT SHE DOES WHEN SHES IMPATIENT FOR KÖNIG IS JUST-- SO CUTE OMG

He walks over to her and gives her Mr. Brownie, and he's shaking-- fighting the urge to take a picture of her snuggling up to this big ole bear with a soft smile on her face. She waves her hand to him to get in the bed and yk he immediately does. He squeezes in, under the covers with Sweets and scoops her up in his big arms. His head is resting on Mr. Brownie, and his hands are holding her close, so close that he can smell her shampoo and her cocoa butter lotion. God, he's in heaven.

König was about to fall asleep but he felt a tug on his hood. "Off..." Sweetheart mumbles with a whine, "Take it off, King."

He chuckles at her sleepy talk, sliding the hood off his head (the one that she made for him) "That better, süßer Kuchen?" He whispers to her. She shivers from his low, raspy voice, yet smiles as she sees his soft expression. She hums, hand going up to his scarred and stubbled cheek as her thumb caresses his skin. He melts in her touch, his hands holding her even closer. Their eyes slowly flutter shut, breathing in sync as Mr. Brownie watches over them.

[aeb-art]

soooo… i did another comic with geo (who of course belongs to @8um8le)! it ending up stretching the page quite a bit, so the rest is under the cut o7

and geo proceeded to win every single round of pool that night, the end, thank you for reading this far 🙇

i'm still not super confident in writing for geo, but i had too much fun with this to care ehehe 🥰 this is the year of indulgence, everyone!

edit: i just realized that I PUT THE CICUITS ON THE WRONG ARM! it's supposed to be on my right not my left, oh i'm so mad 😭💔

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

hi dove!! congrats on 100 followers!! ┌⁠(⁠・⁠。⁠・⁠)⁠┘⁠♪ if it's not already taken, i'd like to request the "long-distance relationship" prompt and 🥺🌃📞 with jade (bc im obvious)? for backup, maybe "stargazing" and 🌠🙏⛺ with deuce? as always, you don't have to write it if you don't want to

thanks for always spreading joy and chaos on my feed hahaha, you're such a sweetheart ʕ⁠っ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠っ

Long-Distance Relationship; Jade Leech

Content; Gender-neutral reader, hurt/comfort

Word Count; 800 (on the dot)

AN; The final drabble for the 100-follower event, and the third Jade drabble! I hope you like the direction I took this in, Rinna! *hands you a tissue just in case* As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

It felt weird, being back home. Being in your bedroom, the one that had all your personal belongings. Your clothes. Your memories. You were back, no longer in Twisted Wonderland, which you dared not share with anyone else save they question you, or worse off, it wasn’t real. But it was real, the photos showed that much. Photos of your friends. Photos of all of the different events. Photos of the man that had captured your heart. A coy smile, a glint in his mismatched eyes, and hands that would gently hold yours. You missed Twisted Wonderland, you missed Jade.

You looked towards the window, seeing the faintest hints of the thin curve of the moon, and only the brightest stars being visible due to all the light. There was no magic… and everything seemed more dull without it. Of course, you would be struck with all these thoughts in the dead of night, with only the barking of the neighbour’s dog and the sound of far-off sirens keeping you company. It was no use staring out the window, or worse, the ceiling, and yearning for a place you couldn’t return to. So you got up and went to your desk, to look through the photos that still moved. That gave you bright smiles… that reminded you that your heart was elsewhere.

You stalled on the one photograph; it was a photo of Jade on a mountaintop, looking at you as the sun set behind him.

“Prefect, let me help you up. Are you alright, it seems like you tripped over something,” you heard his voice play in your head. The photo played on a loop, of him turning around and giving you a kind yet playful look. Of a perfect moment in time.

You didn’t even have time to give him a proper goodbye, having been sucked through a mirror suddenly; much like your sudden arrival. “I miss you,” you whispered. 

Closing the photo album gently, you went to the window. Nothing had changed since you left. All of your trinkets from over the years were still in their places. And you don’t really know what compelled you, but you picked up the small snail shell that you picked up from a shop, and you held it to your ear.

If you hold a shell to your ear, you’ll hear the ocean. So you listened, and while it did remind you of the crashing waves at the beach, it reminded you of Jade. Only once you get close enough could you hear them, telling you his thoughts only once you had earned his trust. Earned his respect.

“I find it humorous,” you heard him hum, “how my unique magic is Shock the Heart, yet with you, it feels like it has been cast on me.” 

You brought the shell to your lips. “Please, I just want to see him again. To hear him… please.” But the only thing that happened was a breeze coming through the window screen.

There was no magic, so wishes don’t come true here, especially not such large and impossible ones.

I should try to get some sleep… So you crawled back under the covers, clutching a pillow to your chest as you fell into a black, dreamless sleep. But after what felt like only a few short moments, you were jolted awake by the sound of the phone ringing. That’s weird, I usually keep it on silent… UGH, WHY IS IT SO LOUD?! It’s too early for this.

You blindly groped around for your phone, but once you had it in hand you realized it wasn’t the source of the ringing. You checked the landline, which was also not the source. The ringing wasn’t coming from either of the phones. “Where the hell is it coming from,” you muttered. “It’s too early for this!” The sun wasn’t even up yet!

But you found what was making the ruckus; it was the shell. That shouldn’t be possible. It can’t be possible. Shells don’t ring. There’s no magic here that could do that. But you picked it up, holding your breath.

“Hello?” It was Jade. By some miracle, the voice on the other side of the… shell? Phone? Shell phone? Was Jade.

You felt like your centre of gravity had shifted. “Jade,” you choked out.

You heard a soft exhale on the other side of the line. “After so many attempts, I finally found you.” For the first time, you heard so many emotions at once just in his voice. “We never got the chance, but, Prefe-... Y/N, I love you, and somehow, we will meet again.”

He feels the same. He… loves me. “I love you too.”

And the connection between shells never broke, and one day, the two of you shall meet again.

[mitchellpete]

Kinktober Day 16 - Begging

pairing: pete “maverick” mitchell x f!reader

cw: established relationship, unprotected sex, teasing, begging, penetration

word count: 1623

kinktober masterlist here.

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

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You knew Maverick before your relationship blossomed. You knew the kind of man he was. You had known his peers more, had heard their stories about his arrogance and his ego. That was all before he’d finally approached you one night at the O Club, a smirk on his face like he’d already swept you off your feet from the first hello. It was proven to you instantly, how much of it was true. He had been so sure of himself that night, so convinced he was gonna take you home. And he had. There was nothing you could do to prevent yourself from liking him.

You’d expected your little fling to last maybe a week or two, had it already set in mind that he’d probably play you and then immediately move onto the next girl he laid eyes on at the bar. Or according to Slider, maybe replace you with Iceman, what with all the weird eye contact and all. 

Maverick was good looking; had a sweet, crooked smile and sharp eyebrows and the biggest green eyes. The kind of face that just drew you in. A lot of people looked at him. It wasn’t like he was gonna be yours to keep.

Except he totally was. 

And, as the weeks passed, you came to realize how much of his demeanor was simply a facade. Maybe not entirely, but to a certain extent. 

Frankly, Maverick was just extremely well-guarded. As he told you more and more about his past—years and years of foster care, not getting into the Academy like everybody else, his ongoing grief for the family he’d lost—you understood very well why he behaved the way he did. His defiance was freedom, invincibility. Something he could hold onto. 

He had you now too. 

With you, Maverick was able to let his guard down. Easily. He confided in you in ways you wouldn’t expect. He preferred your company over the San Diego nightlife. Skipped out on volleyball games and nights out drinking to cuddle on the couch watching shitty rentals and eating pizza with you. Simplicity went a long way for him, and you quickly grew accustomed to that side of him.

Maverick was still Maverick, however. Unfolding himself for you didn’t mean that that mischievous little glint ever left his eye, nor did it mean he’d let you off the hook when it came to his games. He was the sweetest, most attentive boyfriend in the world, and somehow the most frustrating, too.

It’s almost humiliating, how desperate you get under his touch. He relishes in the excitement that courses through him every time you murmur a please. In fact, he loves it so much that he’s made it tonight’s little game; he’s not gonna touch you unless you beg him. Out loud, everything you want him to do to you. You nearly doubled over and groaned in frustration at his stupid demand. Maverick simply grinned at your exasperation. 

“I’m not begging,” you retort. “That’s humiliating.”

Maverick tsks with a slight tilt of his head. Theatrical. Toying with you. “Looks like we got naked for nothing, then.”

Unbelievable. 

Your clothes are indeed discarded on your floor. Maverick pretends to reach down to grab his shirt, and you stop him. Pulling his arm, you manage to roll him towards you. He hovers over you, a tantalizing smirk on his face. 

You pout and try to bat your lashes at him, hoping he takes pity on you. 

“You want me to pass you your clothes, dear?” he mocks instead, ignoring your pleading face. He wants words. 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” you groan. “Maverick, please.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Please what?”

Your hand wraps around the back of his neck, and you eagerly pull him down for a heated kiss. He lets you, moving his lips against yours with enthusiasm that only deepens your desire for him. You almost think you’ve got him as the kiss escalates, lips turning into mouth and tongue and teeth too. You’re wrong though, your eyes opening mid kiss when you feel the fabric of his shirt against your bare torso. He’d reached for it in the midst of the kiss, bunched it in his fist so that you’d feel it and then feel compelled to actually fucking beg before he pulled away to slip it on.

You push at his chest, lips disconnecting. “Maverick,” you whine, reaching for the shirt. 

He grins again, moves it out of your reach as you squirm around trying to grab it. 

You reach and reach and he moves it, up above your heads, to the side beyond your grasp. “Can you—stop it!” 

He tosses it to the ground again, leans down closer to you. “All you have to do is tell me what you want.”

You stare at him. Fuck. 

Fine.

“Please,” you whisper. “I want you to fuck me.”

You watch the intrigue in his eyes. He responds at an equally soft volume, “How bad?”

Your desire pools in between your legs, a small buzz beginning in the pit of your stomach. “Badly. Now.”

Maverick complies immediately, arm reaching in between your bodies to grab his cock in his fist. He squeezes around himself, groaning slightly at the feeling. Your hands gently cling onto his arms, but your nails dig into his biceps when he rubs the tip against the slick of your folds.

“Tell me again,” he hisses.

“Please,” you reiterate. “I need you now.”

“Hm.” He shifts to his knees, palms on either side of you, dog tags dangling above your face. He reaches down to stroke himself a few more times before aiming his dick against you again, pushing in slightly with a shallow thrust of his hips. 

You groan, eyes closed, feeling him stretch you open just an inch. 

You expect the sting to increase—there hadn’t been much foreplay, which was fine; you were aching for one another—but it doesn’t come. You open your eyes to the sight of him staring down at you, lips parted in shallow pants. Waiting. 

You exhale, frustrated. “Fuck me.”

Another shallow thrust of his hips, stretching you a bit more. He halts again, his other palm returning to the mattress on the other side of you. 

The buzz inside of you heightens, your breathing growing heavy. “Maverick, please. Please.”

Content with your pleading, he moans, allowing himself inside of you another inch. You can’t wrap your head around his persistence; how he’d gladly deny himself just to toy with you. He’s aching to fuck you hard into the mattress, but he’s taking his sweet time instead just to hear you beg. 

“Please, please,” you murmur under your breath, both hands squeezing around his arms. 

“Okay. Okay, sweetheart,” he breathes, pushing his hips forward in a swift motion to bury himself inside you entirely. 

You cry out, nails digging into the flesh of his arms again. “Oh, fuck.”

He leans down to capture your mouth in his, kissing you languidly as his hips meet yours. You inadvertently grab at his dog tags, keeping him close even when he pulls apart. Forehead to forehead, he hisses again, your tight heat enveloping him sweetly. Your legs come up around his waist to trap him there, to make sure he doesn’t back away and torture you further, but you realize he still wants to hear you when he remains situated inside of you, unmoving.

“You want it?” he asks.

“Yes,” you gasp, hips sputtering. An attempt to feel him move. “So bad.”

He moves slightly, eliciting a little happy sigh from you. Your body feels frozen from his relaxed, unhurried pace, and anything, any movement, feels like a burst of flames inside of you. 

It sparks a restless urge in you, and you suddenly remember his demand to know your every want. How that alone will fulfill you.

“Need you to cum inside me,” you blurt out, strained and shaky, back arching off the bed.

Maverick moans, your words edging him on, and he responds with a sharp slam of his hips. 

That does it, and he can hardly hold back anymore. Sudden hard thrusts take you by surprise, your heels digging into his lower back as he makes it his mission to give you what you’ve asked for.

You cry out again, and more and more as he fucks into you with the fervor he’d been holding back all along. He’s got his own limits, after all. 

He leans down entirely at one point, off his palms and onto his forearms instead to cup your head in his arms and kiss you. His mouth is sweet against yours, tongue prying at your lips to slip inside. His tongue against yours only adds to the overwhelming parcel of sensations coursing through your body. 

When he feels himself close to the edge, he grunts against your mouth. “Where?” he pants. “Where do you want it?”

He knows. He just wants to hear you say it again.

You whine, loud and unstable. “Nngh—inside,” you wail. “Please.”

Maverick’s sounds get stuck in his throat, and the sight of his flushed, dazed face pushes you over. It’s when he cums too that a string of repeated moans and whines spill next to your ear, intensifying your orgasm. It’s shaky and feels incredibly overdue, your body releasing tons and tons of tension from the torturous prolongment. 

Your throat almost feels dry from having begged and cried for him, but the glowy aftermath leaves you content. 

Maverick eventually pulls out, his release dripping out of you. He takes a 2 minute breather, collapsed beside you with an arm thrown over your waist, and then gets up to clean you up. 

You smile warmly. You love both sides of him.

[sans-guy]

butch lore.. but with romantic jazz music

-I know it kind of sucks but butch will not instantly fall in love with someone (u can pretend tho its ok.) -It's gotta be someone he's known for a bit, or at least knows quite a bit about, enough to want to care about them even platonically. -This part isn't really an admirable quality, but he's emotionally withdrawn. He doesn't like people that try to crack open his brain or.. like.. the best way i can say this is he hates therapists most of this technicality stuff existed even before his questionable actions, since he was raised to be that way. What he does really only amplifies it, so trust between him and whoever is a massive factor. not like he tells the people he loves what he does, but still, maybe they would hate him a little less than everyone else if they found out.

ok fluff time -he loves doing things for people, cooking, building stuff, cleaning. all you really have to do is recognize a job well done. or a job done. or partly done. sometimes he's too tired to do it all the way, its the thought that counts -he likes the praise ok. -he loves holding hands and all that. he's too proud to ask verbally for physical touch so you just have to learn to recognize when he wants it. -he will speak up and comment on things a little more around people he likes, and especially around the one he loves. yes he is a serial jokester (runs in the skelly dna) but they're ones you gotta think about instead of puns or whatever (he'll still make those tho) -compliment him enough in high succession and he will be rendered a useless mess probably

[dark-elf-writes]

Older woman calls me a pet name: 🥰😊💚🩷🌸✨

Someone online calls me a pet name: 🥰😊💚🩷🌸✨

Older man calls me a pet name: ❌🤬🙅🏻⚰️🔪🪓🧨

[sol-em-gemeos]

[p0rk-guts]

Let me call you sweetheart, I'm in love with you <3

[jackals-ships]

"So. Human affection, yes? No? What's the vibes here dii fahdon?"

"Vomdinok. Uncertain. We shall have to..repeat your experiment."

how to domestic the world ending god-dragon, step one: give him a little kissy on the snout. step two: profit

[vulpinesaint]

talking the way that i do (metric ton of endearments in every sentence) is so silly and so inconvenient in daily life. like man you can't be calling this girl you've spoken to exactly one time in class "my darling" as you're coordinating this project over text. rewrite that message. you're going to make people uncomfortable 😭

[j-wilson-md]

supernatural au where amara also resurrect john and adam (+michael)

[clairenatural]

so sorry but it does throw me off when i see cas calling dean "baby"

[jimmymcchill]

no your honor, you don't understand!!! he's just a friend of the cartel because he wanted to buy a ranch in montana so the love of his life could own the home she never had as a child and could also fulfill her dream of buying horses and going on long rides in the sunset!!! i do believe that makes him an innocent man!!!

[efingcod]

Just a reminder that Woods isn't an unfeeling asshole. If you write him that way, uh, fine I guess, I'm not gonna read it. But it's in the damn games that he's not. And ok, I get this is only one scene, but given how brief CoD campaigns are, they pack in quite a lot. Why include this line unless they're trying to say something about Woods' character? Why have him run up to the kid to check if he's all right? (spoilers he's not - RIP kid who's name changes every game)

Watch it here I even started it at the beginning of the mission for you ⬆️