#700 celebration !!

[butchkaramazov]

GooD Old fashioned Loverboy with raghveer unsing 'their breath hitching whenever the other gets a little closer' prompt please?

A/N: ask and you shall receive, my princess, meri nafz. i got a little bit carried away with this and it could’ve developed into full-blown smut had i not controlled my hand. enjoy <3

It was nearly midnight. One more minute and Ranveer knew he’d feel that familiar buzz of his mother calling him. He slumped into the sofa, exhaling through his nose. “We need to work on that, Raghav. Chalo, one more time.”

Raghav grimaced. “I genuinely can’t do this anymore.”

“Nonsense,” Ranveer said. “I’ve seen you dance, dude. You can do anything.”

Raghav glanced at Ranveer, trying to pick apart whatever he had just said. Since when did Ranveer turn so soft? He couldn’t help but notice a gentleness in his eyes whenever he looked at him—or, again, that softness could be entirely hallucinated—he tended to imagine all sorts of things when it came to Ranveer.

Ranveer heaved himself off the couch, feigning a look of mock disapproval. “Tu ruk jaa. First see how I do it.”

Raghav was only too glad to relax his stretched arms, choosing instead to see exactly how Ranveer proposed to help him. That pompous bastard. The most annoying of the lot, with his face so beautiful it made Raghav feel stupid, those lips stretched in a perfect Cupid’s bow, those upturned eyes lined with tiny freckles—

So very annoying.

“Dekh—” Ranveer’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts—“hold your arm out at an angle, like this, with the mudra like this.”

“Aise?” Raghav asked, copying Ranveer’s movements. He stretched his arm out, perpendicular to the surface of the wall, his fingers instinctively forming a random mudra.

Ranveer grimaced. “Uffo, don’t be so stiff—what’s up with you today?”

Raghav swallowed. 

Ranveer massaged the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. “Chal thik hai, hota hai. I’ll help.”

“You’ve already helped me enough by showing me all the steps, how else—”

His mouth snapped shut as Ranveer’s arms wrapped around his slight frame, one of his hands stretching alongside Raghav’s outstretched arm, bending slightly at the elbow to gently lift his wrist. So that’s how he’d help. “Oho, look how tensed up you are. There we go.”

Raghav felt his breath hitch in his throat. He nodded slowly, feeling his arms relax into Ranveer’s hold, his back pressed against his chest—their bodies fitting together exactly at the right angles. 

“That’s better,” Ranveer murmured, his warm breath brushing against Raghav’s earlobe. 

Raghav’s lips parted instinctively at the feel of Ranveer’s thigh pressing against his waist. He was so close—so, so close. He could turn around and smash his lips into his. He could break free of his grasp and run out of the room. He could guide his hands to where he needed them the most. He could turn around and yell at him for overstepping his personal boundaries. He could press against Ranveer’s body and slowly grind against his thigh. He could turn around and cup his face in his hands and cry and tell him that he wasn’t the most annoying boy in the world, he was Raghav’s most annoying boy in the world. He could tell him—he could show him, in that moment itself, that he was his, that he had made him his without even trying to, that he had never fallen as hard for anyone else, that looking at him made him feel like all the stars in the universe could come crashing down and yet none would be brighter than Ranveer. 

In that moment, with Ranveer’s cheeks against his shoulders, his muscles tightening as he guided Raghav’s hands against his own, Raghav decided he would be ruined by him.

“Haan, there we go,” Ranveer exhaled softly against the nape of Raghav’s neck. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? I told you you’re an amazing dancer.”

“Ranveer, I—”

“Ruk jaa, ek second, Maa is calling,” Ranveer said, pulling away. Raghav felt his knees buckle. He grabbed onto the armrest of the couch to steady himself.

Ranveer sent a curious glance his way, a look that made it seem like he was almost concerned, before he looked at his phone once again and forgot entirely about Raghav’s existence. “Haan, Maa, I’m coming home in five minutes. Don’t worry, Maa, it’s only twelve, I’ll be home before you know it.”

Raghav looked at Ranveer, his dark skin glowing in the lights of the green room, sweat glistening through the thin silk of his shirt. He could feel his rib tighten, a flower grow in the pit of his stomach. 

He really needed to get over how touch-deprived he was.

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[natti-ice]

Hi! Congrats on 700 followers. You are so talented 💜

I would like to request #1 "You're a lot more flexible than I thought." from the smut list with Eddie please

Hope you have a great day!

Thank you so much!!

18+ mdni

Eddie’s hands gripped onto your ankles, holding your legs up in the air as he gives you long deep strokes. You can feel your pussy clenching his cock tighter with each pump, your moans escape your mouth with ease. He chuckles softly as he watches your face contort in pleasure, he slowly starts to spread your legs even wider and starts to increase his speed. “Good girl… let’s see how far you can go” without waiting for a response he pushes your legs back even further, you whimper softly in pain but he’s fucking you so good you don’t wanna stop. “Fuck, you’re a lot more flexible than I thought.” His grip on your ankles tightens as he continues to pound into you harder.

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[morning-star-joy]

hiiiiii. i literally want allllllll of the smut prompts to take place in the ASHWAH (😌) universe. i’m struggling to request one so i’m going to request a combined one and pray others request the rest 🙏

sooo i’m thinking a combined lingerie and breeding kink drabble. like reader finds it while on patrol and surprises joel with it and he’s a lil feral about it or something like that?? or literally just any of the smut prompts if you don’t like this one 😩

Hiiiii!! I understand completely, I swear I am going to write for these two until the ideas run out or my fingers fall off. Tysm for requesting the lingerie one because I've been thinking about ASHWAH Reader in lingerie for a while! Had lots of fun with this.

Pairing: Joel x F!Reader, established relationship, set in the ASHWAH universe

Warnings: Lingerie, Reader feels self-conscious, Joel is reassuring, thigh riding, multiple orgasms, unprotected p in v, praise kink, breeding kink, creampie, pet names for Reader: sweetheart, darlin', baby, mi luna

Wordcount: 2.6k

Part of my 700 follower celebration. If you want to send in a request for a drabble, check out the prompt list here! And tagging @thetriumphantpanda who also requested a breeding kink drabble

You had never felt so ridiculous.

Dark red lace covered your skin, spreading across your stomach, cupping your breasts and accentuating your curves. Your fingers reached down, fiddling with the part that barely covered your pussy, turning around to glance over your shoulder at how your ass was completely bare in the back.

A thong style for the bottom, but the real name of the connected piece of lingerie was lost on you. Never an expert on this kind of thing, you had found the seductive lace on a recent patrol, sitting in a box wrapped with a ribbon, never even worn.

Part of you had wanted to just leave it there, shove it back into the closet of that long abandoned house.

But your fingers had brushed against the lingerie, marveling at how the burgundy looked against your skin, and you sighed to yourself, gingerly lifting up the piece and tucking it carefully into your backpack.

For weeks that lingerie had stayed in your pack, too afraid to take it out and put it anywhere in the bedroom you now shared with Joel, not wanting him to see it and draw conclusions.

What conclusions, though? That you were trying to seduce him?

You didn’t have to try to do that. The two of you had hardly been able to stop fucking since you started, and your sex life had only turned up in temperature once you both accepted your feelings for each other, even if you never explicitly stated said feelings.

No confession was needed. You both understood each other even better than yourselves, and knew what you had together was real. Being with each other was all you needed.

So then why had you taken the lingerie?

You observed yourself in the mirror, tilting your head as you ran your fingers over the lace again, wondering if you looked…pretty.

Joel was a man of few words, even now. But he wasn’t shy either—he had no issues calling you beautiful whenever he was inside of you.

Outside of sex, though, you could probably count on one hand the times he had complimented you on your looks. One such time had been at the holiday party, and you remembered how much your heart had raced, feeling so happy at the idea that he saw you that way, like you were something beautiful.

You weren’t shy either, by any means. In fact, you could be arrogant as fuck at times. You were confident when it came to sex, not caring what you looked like.

But Joel made you care.

With a sigh, you grabbed the t-shirt that belonged to Joel that you had brought into the bathroom with you, pulling it over your head and tugging the hem down, making sure it was long enough to cover up the lingerie so that you would be able to chicken out without him ever knowing what you wore if you couldn’t build up the courage to show him.

Stepping out of the bathroom, you closed the door behind you, smiling to yourself at the sight of Joel leaning back against the headboard, reading glasses perched on his nose as he read the book on outer space he had been trying to get through for Ellie.

“Hey,” you murmured after you had walked around the bed and climbed in beside him, careful to make sure the t-shirt still covered your body as you kissed his cheek.

Joel hummed, turning his head to meet your lips in a chaste kiss before going back to reading his book.

You sat in content like that, tucking your legs under yourself with the t-shirt covering your thighs, hiding any hint of lace as your heart raced in your chest at the thought of what you were wearing, and how he had no idea.

As you rested your head on his shoulder, you read the book with him, enjoying the topic of outer space as it reminded you of your sister. Every now and then one of you would remark on some little fun fact, and when Joel turned the page after you confirmed you were done reading a passage, his hand came to rest on your leg above your knee, drawing lazy patterns against your skin.

So drawn into comfort by the moment, you didn’t notice as his hand rose higher, callused fingers dancing across the soft skin of your thigh until it brushed against the lace resting on your hip right above it.

Joel’s hand paused in the same moment you froze at the sensation you both felt of his hand resting over a part of your lingerie.

His head turned then, glancing down at you as your breath quickened, avoiding his gaze to stare stubbornly at the page even as his fingers danced higher, spreading across the lace on your stomach as his breath hitched.

“What’s this?” he mumbled, his voice husky as he turned to look down at you better, sucking in a sharp breath as he saw just a hint of the red lace on your skin from where his hand had pushed up the t-shirt slightly.

“Joel—”

“Are you wearing lingerie for me, darlin’?” his voice came out in a rumble, eyes flashing up to meet yours, darkening with a familiar desire that seemed deeper, hungrier than how he usually looked at you.

“Uh—” you cleared your throat, feeling your cheeks heat up as your eyes darted away again.

At your hesitancy, Joel’s hand froze from where it was sliding up towards your breasts under the shirt. He pulled back, shifting to sit up and forcing you to do so as well, glancing over your face with a frown.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked quietly, concern mixing with the hunger in his gaze, his affection for you winning over his lust. “You don’t gotta wear anything like that if you don’t wanna, you know.”

“No, I know,” you said quickly, wanting to assure him you didn’t feel like you had to.

But it was hard to admit that you wanted to, that you wanted him to call you pretty. That you wanted him to worship you.

Biting your lip, you glanced away, eyes darting around the room before Joel gently took your chin and directed your gaze back to meet his again.

“Talk to me, mi luna,” he whispered, and you sighed, melting at the fond name he had for you that dripped from his lips in his most affectionate moments with you. “What’s wrong?”

“I just—” you groaned, dropping your face into your hands. “It’s…embarrassing.”

“Oh, darlin’,” Joel sighed, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you gently into his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, murmuring against your hair, “You don’t ever have to be embarrassed around me.”

He pulled back, leaning his forehead against yours, gazing deeply into your eyes as he added, “I’d like to see you, if you’d let me. But you’re always beautiful, lingerie or not.”

Your eyelashes fluttered, breath hitching as your chest warmed with fondness before you leaned up to meet his lips in a deep kiss that you poured the depth of your emotions into.

Joel moaned quietly into the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth for something deeper until he pulled back with a rasp of, “Will you let me see you, darlin’?”

With a nod, you pushed yourself back, rising from the bed as Joel tossed the book and reading glasses onto the bedside table before he moved to sit on the edge of it. You grabbed the hemline of the shirt, bringing it over your head to land on the floor, completely forgotten as Joel took you in.

“Sweet God,” he whispered, voice thick with longing as his brown gaze darkened so much it was nearly black, fingers twitching from where he grabbed the edge of the bed. Wanting to touch you, but wanting to appreciate the way the lace looked on you first. “Turn around for me, sweetheart. Let me see all of you.”

You did as he requested, heart racing as desire pooled between your legs when he saw your ass and groaned.

“Fuck,” Joel mumbled, and you gasped quietly as you felt the rough palm of his hand against your ass, grabbing your soft flesh and bringing moans from both of your lips.

He was grabbing your hips then, turning you around so he could see you from the front again, large hands spreading across the lace on your body, taking in the texture pressed to your skin as he cupped your breasts in his palms. His thumbs rubbed over your nipples, bringing them to peaks that showed through the burgundy lace as you moaned, and Joel exhaled heavily at the sound.

“C’mere,” he murmured, grabbing your hip and tugging you forward, and you collapsed down into his lap, meeting his lips in a desperate kiss as you both fell back onto the bed together.

His tongue slipped into your mouth as you kissed, hot and desperate, saliva exchanging between you as you shifted so you straddled his thigh. You grinded down against him with a moan, finding delicious friction in the lace rubbing against your clit as he cupped the back of your neck with a large hand.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you wanna ride my thigh?” Joel whispered as he leaned back, head falling back against the bed as you nodded, rolling your hips so you could continue to get sweet friction on your throbbing clit. “Go on, then. I want to see you soak through that pretty little lace until you’re coming on my thigh.”

You whimpered, nodding again as you humped his thigh faster, lips parting with fast breaths, chest heaving as Joel intently watched your body roll with the grinding.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” Joel whispered, lifting his leg so he could bounce it gently, meeting your ministrations and nudging your clit in the perfect way, making the sensation even more delicious as you hurtled towards the edge. “Come on, you can do it. Drip all over me, sweetheart, cum for me.”

Your head tossed back, crying out as your body followed his command without a second thought, hips weakly gyrating against his thigh as you rode out the orgasm on his leg.

“Fuck, look at you,” Joel mumbled, using his hand still on the back of your neck to pull you down into a hard, passionate kiss. “Soaked my thigh, darlin’. Might have ruined that pretty little lace of yours, too.”

Joel lifted you up so he could rid himself of the boxers that were containing his erection, fabric now stained with your release from where you rode his thigh. You watched his cock hit his stomach, tip already leaking with precum as he situated you above him.

He curled his fingers around the soaked lace of your lingerie, dragging it away from your pussy with a moan at the obscene, wet sound of it pulling from your folds.

“Would look even better if my cum was on there too,” Joel whispered, and your eyelashes fluttered, feeling the ache for another orgasm begin to fill your lower stomach as his hand found his cock to guide along your folds and collect your release. “Fuck, you’d look so good with my cum leaking out of your pussy, with only this slutty little lace to keep it in.”

“Oh fuck, Joel,” you gasped, head rolling back between your shoulders as he pushed the head of his cock into you, inching inside of you in slow, sensual thrusts until he was bottomed out with your ass pressed to his balls from where you were now sitting on top of his thighs.

When you pulled your head back up to look down at him, you saw his dark gaze fixed on where the lingerie still covered your stomach, and with his previous words, an idea began to swirl through your mind.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Joel?” you whispered huskily, grabbing one of his hands to place it on your stomach, your other hand resting on the bed next to his face as you leaned down to hover your lips inches above his. “You’d like to put your baby in me, hm?”

Joel’s breath hitched, eyes wide as they met yours from underneath you, and for a moment you worried you had taken it too far.

Your mouth opened, about to apologize, when he breathed out a desperate moan of, “God, yes.”

A moan slipped past your own mouth, still open and letting out a steady stream of whimpers and expletives now as Joel lifted his knees up, placing his feet against the mattress so he could fuck up into you.

“Jesus, is that what you want, sweetheart?” Joel grunted, bucking up into you with his hands grabbing your waist tightly, pulling you down to meet each hard stroke. “You want me to fill you up until you’re having my baby?”

You cried out from pleasure as he rotated his hips, hitting that sweet spot inside you that made you lose any coherent thought other than the realization that yes, yes, “Yes!”

“Oh fuck,” Joel moaned, his balls slapping against your ass each time he bucked into you, the obscene sounds of your hard sex filling your shared bedroom. “Fuck yes, baby. Take it, take my cock until you make me cum inside of you.”

“Joel, please,” you whimpered, rolling your hips to meet his movements, and one of his hands left your hip to find that sensitive bundle of nerves between your thighs that was begging to be touched.

“Gonna fill you up, sweetheart,” Joel moaned and whimpered as you stared wide-eyed at the ceiling while he fucked you, vision blurring until you were nearly blind as his thumb rubbing mercilessly over your clit brought you to another orgasm. 

“Gonna give you my baby,” Joel gasped, his thrusts turning sloppy, desperate as his hips rolled underneath you while you grabbed at his knees to try and keep your boneless body up with the aftershocks of your climax rocking through you. “And you’re gonna wear this little piece again. I wanna see your tits spilling over this lace when I get you knocked up for me.”

“Do it, Joel,” you whisper hoarsely, falling forward to brace your arms on the bed around his head, wide gaze meeting his as he bucked up into you. “Cum inside me, fill me up, make me yours.”

“Jesus, sweetheart, fuck!” Joel moaned until he nearly cried out the last curse, pulling you down to meet his hard thrusts once, twice, before his cum began to shoot inside of you, coating your walls as he seated himself as deep inside you as he could so you took it all.

You were both panting heavily, two sets of glazed over eyes meeting in pure bliss as his cock continued to pulse inside of you, filling you up even more than you would have thought until the feeling of the hot cum shooting into you subsided.

Still, you both stayed like that, foreheads resting together as your lips met his in lazy kisses, again and again until his cock began to soften inside of you, and he pulled out with a groan.

“Fuck,” Joel panted, looking down at where his cum immediately began to drip back out of your pussy, coating your thighs as he pulled the lace of the lingerie back into place, moaning as his release mixed with yours on the dark red fabric.

“I guess you really liked this little number, huh?” you teased breathlessly, and Joel laughed softly, rolling you over so he was on top of you, showering your face with affectionate kisses until his lips met yours in a slow, soft kiss that said all you needed to know of how much he cared for you.

Still, he whispered quietly, “you’re so beautiful,” as his face nuzzled into your neck, and you sighed happily, knowing now that you would never feel embarrassed to show yourself off like this for him again.

In fact, it seemed like you may have to find a few new pieces of lingerie now.

[webdollzz]

PLEASE WELCOME...PROFESSOR!RAFE💐

INTRODUCTION ᡴꪫ‎

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who was quite often grumpy, walking into class with a cup of stale cafeteria coffee, a deep frown set on his face.

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who had a bad day everyday. that was until you started auditing his class. a pretty lil' student who was interested in the literature he was teaching. of course, he didn't completely lighten up. but he was intrigued.

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe spent a few months of watching you in class, seeing you blush and get giddy whenever he praises your correct answers and brilliant questions, he called you back to stay after class for catch up work. which is when he pinned you between him and his desk, hand on the nape of your neck as he kissed you — whispering about how long he's been wanting to do this.

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who, from then onwards, was fucking you every chance he got. teachers lounge during class hours, after class, in the library in the dusty aisle no one ventures to.

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who will sit you in his lap as he grades your paper, lecturing you for every bad thing you did. "I mean, what type of grammar is this? do you even pay attention during my classes or are you too busy thinkin' about my dick?"

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who on a good day he'll let you cockwarm him as he grades papers, immediately failing anybody with a name he recognises from the times you've cried about how they were so mean to you.

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who has a soft spot for you, and only you. it shouldn't be noticeable, but people certainly saw it. he was less bossy, less rude. he gave you extensions.

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who will take it upon himself to spank you when you have the audacity to turn in something so, so bad, that it genuinely makes him mad. "the fuck were you thinking? did you proof-read at all?!"

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who takes time to tutor you after his spankings. starting by making you write a two page essay on something, knelt under his desk with his face buried between your thighs. everytime your eyes flutter away from your laptop screen, he pulls away from your dripping pussy to scold you.

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who does genuine tutoring with you too, wanting you to actually get better so you don't fail his class.

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who, before your history class begins, walks into the classroom to leave a single rose on your desk. he's a lover at heart.

ᨳິ‎english literature!professor who uses his profession to his advantage, leaving little love notes in your bag, desk, jacket, anywhere you'll find them, and others won't.

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who signs off all notes with a very, very indecipherable '- R.C' with a sloppy, uneven heart next to it.

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who will messily kiss you against the door of his classroom, two minutes until his class begins. the second he hears the chatter from the hall grow closer, he shoves you off, wiping your lips with his thumb to get rid of your messy, smudged lipstick. he then gently pushes you towards your seat, sitting at his desk and prepping for his lecture. he then throws you glances all the way through it, making sure not to stand face forward for too long so his other, suspecting students don't see how hard he is through his slacks.

ᨳິ‎possessive!professor!rafe who leaves marks all over your neck and your thighs constantly, for people to see out of your low cut blouses and plaited skirts.

ᨳິ‎overprotective!professor!rafe who has to bite his tongue to resist the urge to saunter up to any man who had the audacity to talk to you.

ᨳິ‎jealous!professor!rafe who pounds you from the back in his office, your chest on the smooth wood of his desk. his hand reaching forwards, pulling you up to his chest by your hair. "you think some fuckin' fratboy can fuck you like I can? hm? answer me."

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who is actually a complete sweetheart, on the inside, very, very deep down.

                                                

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[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Congratulations on your follower milestone!! You deserve all of them and more! I'm sorry it took me so long to send in a request! If it's too late, I totally understand.

I will request something with Hunter (Star Wars) and the quote: "It doesn't matter who you are or what you look like, so long as somebody loves you."

I hate to be picky, but I've been so emotional lately, maybe I could ask that it not be a sad one? There can be angst, as long as it's not a sad ending? If that doesn't work out, let me know!

Thank you!

Carol (@clonethirstingisreal)

@clonethirstingisreal I'm so sorry you've been emotional lately. So I've tried to write something with a bit of angst but a whole lot of fluff. So I hope you like it.

Sending you a big squishy hug.

Love oo.

I'm That Somebody

Warning: Tease, fluff, slight angst, self-doubt, questioning the other person's love, tenderness, kissing, hugs. I think that's it, if I miss anything please let me know.

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Hunter sat in front of the comm station of your ship, smiling to himself, his eyes closed as he swung the chair back and forth slightly with his foot. Enjoying the simple peace of a supply run. No bounty hunters. No Hemlock. No Empire. Just a simple supply run.

You smirked as you saw him in his element.

“What’s got you so happy?”

“Just enjoying the restful trip.”

“More like you’re enjoying the quiet, since Wrecker, Omega, and Crosshair all decided to stay behind.”

He opened one of his eyes slightly, taking your wrist in his hand as he pulled you close, getting you to sit on his lap as his arms wrapped around your waist holding you tight against him. 

“I’m enjoying being alone with you.”

“That’s because you’re a sucker.”

“No, that’s because I love you.” Hunter pressed his nose into your hair, smiling as he felt your hand gently rub his bicep, while your head gently rested on his.

You let out a huff, not quite believing him.

“What’s that for?” He asked, pulling back to look at you.

“What’s what for?”

“That scoff.”

A deep sigh escaped you, “I … I know you love me. I know.” You nodded softly, “But until when?”

“Until when what?”

“Until when are you going to love me?”

He looked at you confused and slightly hurt, “Wait.” He shifted you, so he could get a proper look at your face, “Do you think I’m going to get tired of you or something?”

“Aren’t you? I mean …” you closed your eyes, trying to tell your mouth to shut up, trying to get it to stop vomiting all your insecurities out into the open, “Let’s face it sweetie, I am not easy to deal with. I have insecurities. Issues. Anxieties…”

“And?” Hunter cut you off, “And that’s supposed to make me have a timer on my love.”

You opened your eyes, focusing on the floor of your shuttle, “Everyone else has.”

He let out a quiet sigh, “Do I look like everyone else?”

“No.”

“Do I look like I give in or call it quits like some weak civvie?”

“No, of course not.”

“Then why would I ever give up on you?”

Your eyes slowly shifted from the floor to look into his eyes, he looked hurt and vulnerable. It hit you how much you had hurt him, but your own insecurity, “I’m sorry… I … it’s not you…”

He gently pressed a finger to your lips, he could see how much your own mind was about to start spiralling and that’s the last thing he wanted. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, pulling you closer.

“Cyare, please listen,” he spoke into your ear, as his nose brushed against your hair, "It doesn't matter who you are or what you look like, so long as somebody loves you. And I'm that somebody. I love you because of you. You can be the most annoying person and I’ll still love you. You can be ruthless and cold, and I’ll still love you. You can balloon up to a 1000 pounds, and I’ll still love you. I love you because you are funny, sweet, kind, a little neurotic,” he chuckled lightly, “a little crazy, but it all combines into this amazing person that I get to hold in my arms. I love you because you look at me like I matter. I love you because you don’t look down at me just because I’m a clone. You look at me, like I exist.” 

He pulled back tilting your head slightly so he could kiss your neck, “I love you,” he pressed another kiss, “because you taste like my favourite fruit. I love you, because when you’re in my arms, I feel complete. That won’t change in two years, five years, 10, 20, until my last dying breath, how I feel about you will never change.” He pressed another kiss just behind your ear, pulling back to look at you. “So please don’t lose faith in me or think I’m like any of those other pieces of garbage that aren’t worthy of your love.”

As his hand cupped your cheek, you held it against you, leaning into his warmth as you closed your eyes and nodded. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to …”

“I know.”

“I love you. I love you so much, I wonder if I’m deserving of your love.”

“You are,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek and jawline, “you are more than deserving of my love. I’ll remind you every day, every hour, every minute if you need me to.”

You wrap your arms around him, feeling his heartbeat against your chest, as the warmth from his body starts to settle against you, making you feel safe and protected. Hunter doesn’t hesitate as he wraps his arms around you and holds you tight. 

“I’m never letting you go, cyare. Never.”

“Promise?”

“Till every star burns out.”

You let out a soft wet chuckle, as the tears you’d been fighting and holding back started to emerge, “Good, because I’m never letting you go.”

Hunter smiled as he pressed another kiss to your neck, “I like it when you’re possessive,” he chuckled, “I love you. Don’t forget that. Ever. I’ll always be here for you.”

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This is a series of loosely connected arts & comics of wangxian in magical girl AU. I'll try to update every couple days!

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Hot Single Dad of The Neighborhood

Summary: It used to be benzos to take off the sharp pain of the day, this life- now it’s Joel fucking Miller.

Warnings: mdni, 18+, eventual smut (c’mon…wouldn’t be a celebration without it)

This is satire. Kinda. It’s me laughing at myself & my love for this fictional man. But you’re laughing along, because you get it. Let me know what you think!!

This is a part of my 700 follower’s celebration. Read the detailed description here 🩷

It all started with this:

Let me set the scene:

It’s 9:45pm on a Friday, and this is better than having the house to yourself. This is the time of week where we tuck our children (and husbands) in, and we gather around this shitty glass table as the tales are whispered through. It starts off with your usual: sugar-salted peach margaritas turned to two, a joint, and then the riveting conversation of, “now who would leave that dick?”

We call ourselves ‘Joel Miller’s Neighborhood Wives’. It’s a mouthful. But we like a mouthful. So- sit down, have a smoke, a wee little drink, and listen to the goss.

The neighborhood wives (Kat, Kali, Chloe on the right of you, Kit, Vic, Bug & Angela to the left) are all cuddled around Kat’s patio, enacting a dramatic retelling of ‘who the fuck is Joel Miller?’ Himself, somewhere across the street, wondering why every now and then he hears a chorus of squeals. Then, he smiles to himself and wishes he had the guts to grace y’all with his presence. He’s not invited though.

This is the first time you’ve hung out with them, and maybe the last, tbh. No way this Miller guy is worth all this fuss.

And, action.

It used to be benzos to take off the sharp pain of the day, this life- now it’s Joel fucking Miller. We take whatever we can get from him, between when we hear his truck two streets over, lightly running across the hollow wooden floors to put on our slippers. The low growl from his truck pipes (or yours) grows louder as he turns the corner onto the street. We watch as he drops out of the truck and thuds against the concrete, slamming that damn door closed. Probably how he lets all his ladies know he’s home. Our eyes follow his form, tapping all the way up to his front door before he takes those goddamn cowboy boots off. We stumble out of the front door and check the mail. Well, only for the third time that morning. What? We are all always expecting something, alright? You catch what you can before his shoulders disappear through the blue-chipped front door, right back into his house. We close the mailboxes simultaneously and sadly drip back to our front doors. No hello’s today.

Sometimes later in the night before supper, you’ll see the door shaped hole widen in the darkness, warmth boasting from behind as Joel’s form takes up the light, smiling as he pats Tommy on his way inside. Tommy usually drinks too much and stays the night, so we sit back and tend to the family. We ride our delusions in the meantime. Then, the cycle continues. It’s like… the cycle of life. You know?

He seems like your typical gentleman, Joel. A Southern-raised man, one who would let you be his nuclear-family sweetheart. Cook for him, clean for him, spread *it open for him, let his massive fucking hands feel any part of you they wanted. Especially if that meant they were to explore more under the stiff shirtwaist dresses. Or in. We would all rather him in.

Spread, what, exactly? Oh yeah dude, sorry. I meant: *Cunt, asshole, any part of you he wanted to look down the middle of and split open, really. We aren’t shy about it when it comes to talking to each other. Obviously.

The aforementioned Tommy?

That’s his brother, probably about seven or eight years younger. He is a beau too, but he doesn’t seem the type to really fuck it out of ya. I mean sure, he has done his fair share of fucking around with the moms’ of the neighborhood, too. Bug even whispered a tale of Tommy going after those mom’s college daughters, swooping in to help clean the pool before setting them gently on the concrete and swiping their panties to the side as he buried his face in them. He always made sure they were at least 22. This is only moments after the pretty younger girls make their way back into the pretty, white iron gates afront their parents' houses.

Fair enough, he has the same curls wrapping down the base of his neck, kissing the skin beneath them. He has the ‘Miller Smirk’ - what the town wives call it. The Miller brothers are known throughout the neighborhood for their distinct brand of charm. Both possess an effortless charisma that begs you to get on your knees. But they never let us. Sad. Their shared features aren’t few, but none are as similar and charming as their half-smiles. Grins always slightly tilted, as if they were sharing an inside joke with each other but not the rest of the world.

So of course Tommy is desired to an extent, physically, of course. Emotionally? Probably not. But shit, you’d have both if you could. Paris looks great this time of year. Anyways.

He wasn’t the Miller we all grappled over and wanted so deeply, despite a metal band around our fingers (or not). His competency and willingness. They way he looks at his daughter. Oh yeah…girl dad. The way he looks in the Texas heat. His back, flexed and sweating through his too-tight shirt. “The day that man wears a white shirt and it’s over 90 degrees- I will drop fucking dead. Someone take care of the kid for me,” Kat.

There’s been one story about Joel that is retold over and over like it’s fuckin’ Genesis Chapter 3, creation and all. The story on how, why, we all got here to begin with. No one can agree who first told it. Angela or Bug, shit…was it Chloe? Okay, okay, it really doesn’t matter at the moment. Just listen.

It was late August, three years ago. Hot and dripping with the dead-end heat of summer. Almost as if it was giving all it could before the last of it sputtered out and away, knowing Fall was right around the corner to take its place- happy to finally have a rest. A for sale sign that had been smiling at you for months was suddenly gone, the dirt still fresh from where it had been happily ripped. Joel Miller, Mr. Texas cowboy himself showed up one day as the crickets started singing, he kissed the cicadas goodbye for the season, unloaded the Miller Construction van and then he never left. A few weeks later after he and his brother fixed up the place, a little girl was running up the concrete to the front door. But there was no wife.

When he moved into the neighborhood, a new era dawned. It was one where the wives would rather mow the lawn, take the trash cans out on Wednesday nights, and tend to the long-forgotten garden. No really, all of our gardens are pristine now. Because somewhere not too far away there was a beautiful, muscular man with a mustache you wanted to wet, and God, his nose. A nose that was prominent even a few houses down, sun setting behind as it sat there strong and just uh- you knew a nose like that would be tickling your clit while he used his tongue other places. Or the other way around, whichever way you were sitting. Whatever way he wanted you to sit.

It was something about that deep navy cotton shirt his chest and shoulders grace about once or twice a week. The other is some form of a Lakers’ tee, yellow or purple, love-worn but scrunched up and stretched in the right places. You’ll see. Maybe that in itself, how it wraps around his sun-bathed/loved/kissed skin is the reason for everyone’s fever induced fluster. Maybe it’s the drawl, and the fact he absolutely drips of sex.

Most interactions end with deep breaths leaning against the door, knocking on your chest. Or texting the group message (we’ll add you in a minute, it’s called JMW)((Joel Miller’s Whores)). He always has something to say, something to coo at you while you in turn try not to purr back… at least with your mouth. Although no, because you would purr around him with your mouth if he’d only ask for it.

But you? Metaphorically, denoting us all. No, he would never look down upon you, between his eyelashes and brooding smile, dark, tanned skin smelling of the day- “want you to pull the pretty dress up and get on your knees. I’m tired from the day, workin’ so hard for this family. Leas’ you could do is suck my cock, no?” And he didn’t know it, but he was right. He did work so hard for this family. He was your maladaptive daydreaming, he’s what you giggle at during fake conversations, he was the cock slipping between your hungry folds at night.

Instead, it was half-baked smiles and short waves in the drop off line in the morning. He walks Sarah in, every single day. She’s getting to the age where she seems like she’d deter the sweet action, but she doesn’t- she loves him that much. We never see him in the afternoon, his barely-present wife (he has to have a wife, right? Like Bug says, “I mean look at him”), was probably the one picking up Sarah. Probably taking her to some even bigger house on the richer side of town because it's her turn to watch her. How the hell could you leave someone like Joel?

But regardless, we never see her. Never have the entire time we’ve peeked out of our blinds, running to turn off the lamp so no one can see the strip of light coming from the window.

He has never brought a woman inside of that house, let alone has anyone left it. Once, Tommy brought a girl to their Thanksgiving dinner and Vic told Kit she had come alone, first, and hugged Joel. That “Joel was extra smiley to her.” Moral of the story, we don’t know for sure if he’s still married or he’s just somehow keeping that dick to himself.

Jesus, Kat retold that story for three fucking weeks. But, we don’t really blame her. It was how it all began.

Don’t get me wrong, Joel Miller is available- if that pesky little wasp hive directly atop your living room window is getting out of hand, and you just happen to be a single mom who so desperately needs a man’s touch. Not like that. Well, yeah like that. Then, you could count on Joel Miller to back up his old blue truck bed into your driveway, set up his ladder, and allow you to spend the next hour watching through the window as his shirt pulls up his stomach as he does his diligent work.

His v-lines kissed by veins and tufted black hair towards his middle, peeking up and saying hello every time his jeans got a little too low. Musta forgot his usual belt. Or maybe his work belt was a tad too heavy today. Uh, to take that pressure off of his back for him, and into your hands.

-

But him owing you? That’s a different kind of available. It was a week later, the morning before the mom gathering, and you had only seen Joel once. Yes… peaking through your blinds. Then you heard his voice.

“Hi ma’am,” he waved, turning your attention from where you were setting your bags in the car. “Sarah, ask the pretty lady what you wanted, don’t make her wait any longer in this heat.” He was loading his work tools into the bed of his pickup. Another bed of his you’d like to grace.

Shit. Maybe this Miller was worth the fuss.

-

Part 2 later this week babes <3 It will be an actual fic, hehe.

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Congrats again on your well deserved milestone, lovely! 🥳❤️

If it sparks the muse, I would LOVE a drabble of WAM!Steve and Cole. I was so intrigued by their first part and how you wrote their dynamic and how Steve was a low key motherhen. I’d love to see more of him teaching Cole how to vampire!! Thank you! 🙏🏻

Thank you, Siri!! I so appreciate your support. 💜💜

Oh, the muse sparked hard. I wrote this one in a blink. Their dynamic is so fun for me. I hope you enjoy!

This is a few years after Steve takes Cole in.

And Gentle Persuasion

Characters: Dark!Steve Rogers, Soft!Dark Cole Turner

Warnings: blood, death, mind control, talk of humans as food, vampire stuff

We're All Monsters

“Cole.”

Cole looked up from where he was kneeling over the dead body. Steve was leaning against the door to the small cell, looking exasperated. Cole grimaced. “I don’t know how this happened,” he said.

Steve sighed and crouched down in front of him. “Yes, you do,” he said. “Tell me what happened this time.”

Cole stroked a finger down the now-dead young man’s cheek. “I just– I told him I loved him and wanted us to be together, you know? I wanted him to be mine. And he freaked out and I was just trying to calm him down, and maybe feed on him just a little, to show him how good it could be, but I was upset too. That he was being so unreasonable. And I guess I lost control.” He gestured to the blood that covered him and the floor of the cell.

Steve closed his eyes for a moment and took a breath. When he opened his eyes again, he fixed Cole with a stern look. “So,” he said, “the same thing as last time. Why didn’t you just compel him to agree to it?”

Cole looked down, embarrassed. “I wanted it to be real.”

“Honey, we’ve talked about this. You’re still trying to hang onto your humanity, but it’s gone. You aren’t human anymore, you’re something so much better. You need to start acting like it, finally embrace it. Humans, they’re just animals. They’re food. Pets at the very most. They are here to serve us. We want something from them, we take it. Any vampire who treats them as equals has lost touch with what we are. Do you understand?”

Cole nodded. He did. Or he was trying to. Steve had been over it with him so many times. Cutter, too. Everyone here, really. But. He’d just– he’d always wanted to find the one when he’d been human and he never had. He thought maybe now that he was something more, that power was thrumming through his veins and Steve had taught him how to harness it, that he’d finally be able to find someone. But he still hadn’t. Maybe Steve was right, maybe he was looking in the wrong place.

Steve placed a gentle hand on Cole’s cheek, pulling him from his thoughts. “You know I’m only this upset because you keep doing this to menu items. We won’t have anything left to serve at the bar at this rate.”

Cole leaned into Steve’s hand. “I know,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” Steve said and stood up. “Come on, I’ll have someone come clean this up.”

Cole stood up too and started to leave the cell, not looking back at the body. “Cutter’s gonna be pissed.”

Steve smiled, “Cutter’s always pissed. You leave her to me.” Cole took a few steps into the hallway before Steve stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, if it’s just a feed and a fuck you need, you come to me and I’ll get it for you. You know I’ll always take care of you.”

Cole gave him a bashful grin back. “Yeah, I know,” he said and thought for the millionth time how lucky he was that Steve had been the one to find him.

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Celebrate 700 followers with me!

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Congrats on the 700 followers love 🎉💗

May i have Eddie Munson x F!reader

"Our bodies fit so well together."

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"Your moans are my favourite sound."

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Thank you so much<33

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Eddie loves to be the big spoon because it makes it easier for him to slip his cock in you, he gently pulls your panties to the side and slides right into your tight hole. He groans softly as your warmth envelops his length, he grips your hip with his hand tightly and starts to fuck you slowly. “Our bodies fit so well together” he whispers in your ear causing you to let out a soft moan. He chuckles at your reaction and teasingly asks you “you like that baby? Does it feel good?”

You try to speak but can’t, the pleasure was too much to think straight and you could only respond with another moan. “Oh that’s my baby, your moans are my favorite sound” he places hot kisses up and down your neck as he continues to fuck you through the night.

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KISSES TO GET THEIR ATTENTION!!!!! For ASHWAH please I beg

AHHHH I love this one so much!! Thank you for sending it in, I hope you enjoy another little snapshot of their lives together!

Pairing: Joel x F!Reader, established relationship, set in the ASHWAH universe

Warnings: Pure fluff

Wordcount: 987

She had moved into Joel’s house the same way she moved into his heart; slowly, in such a way that neither of them even really noticed it until she went back to her house for the first time in three weeks.

“Where are you going?” Joel had asked her as she rose from her spot leaning into his side on the couch, his arm falling through empty air from where it had been resting around her shoulders while he was watching a dumb old action movie that she poked plot holes into every other scene.

“I have a few movies that are far better than yours,” she teased with a smirk, and Joel’s brow furrowed, her own doing the same to mirror his confusion before she clarified, “At my house.”

Joel’s confusion stayed for a moment before he slowly realized that she did have her own house, even if she hadn’t been living in it for weeks. He nodded then, not sure why it made his stomach twist that she hadn’t called his house her house, because suddenly, he realized that’s what it was to him.

Their house.

He realized again how intertwined their lives had become when he passed the living room where she had curled up under a blanket with one of his books in her lap, continuing a habit of making her way through the stories he had collected on his bookshelves.

“I didn’t think you were a big reader,” he had said the first time he caught her reading one, smiling to himself as she nearly blushed at his observation.

“I’m not,” she mumbled, yet she turned the page anyway, lifting the book to bury her nose in it and hiding the flush on her cheeks as his smile grew at how endearing it was that she was settling herself amongst his daily life at home.

She looked up now as Joel walked into the room, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her head and mumble, “I’m heading to the market to pick up some fruit.”

A hum of acknowledgment left her as she turned the page, and he gazed down at her for a moment, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, pulling her attention up to him with a softened gaze that made it hard not to stay right where he was and cover her face in kisses that he still couldn’t believe he could give her sometimes.

“Wanna come with?” Joel asked, arching an eyebrow in question as she blinked in surprise at the offer. “What?”

“That is painfully domestic,” she said slowly with a growing smirk, and he sighed, rolling his eyes as he moved away from her, but not before brushing the back of his thumb against her cheek in a small show of affection.

“You’re one to talk,” he replied, shooting a pointed look towards the book in her hands, chuckling under his breath as she tossed it away from herself with an endearing blush he so loved to see on her face because of him.

Joel grunted quietly as he leaned down to put his boots on, lacing them up when she appeared next to him to do the same.

“What?” She repeated his own short question from earlier as she laced up her own boots, straightening up and offering a hand to help him stand. “Who said I wasn’t going?”

That was the first time they embarked on the painfully domestic task of picking out fruit, a task Joel quickly realized she had no idea how to do. He explained the mundane intricacies of picking out a good batch of lemons or nectarines, enjoying the annoyed look on her face as she tried to take in the new information, an annoyance that would fade when she would glance up and see his soft smile that was reserved for her.

One day on a run to the small market in Jackson, she was distracted, brow furrowed as she tried to find the best apple in the bunch. So focused on her task, she didn’t notice Joel trying to show her one he had found from another small crate, and he soon found himself distracted from all the bustling bodies and conversation on Jackson’s streets by how fucking cute she looked so focused.

Suddenly, Joel remembered that he could do something about that now. He could kiss her. He could kiss her in front of everybody in Jackson and let them know that she’s his, that he’s hers.

And so he did.

Joel leaned down, kissing her on the cheek to get her attention, and she looked up in surprise, immediately focusing on him at the affectionate action that they hadn’t dared to do in a place this public, even as she had settled completely into his life.

“Joel—”

Then his lips were on hers as his name left that pretty mouth, kissing her fully as he leaned up and over her, his hand not holding the apple cupping her cheek to tilt her face up. It took no time for her to melt into it, and he smiled against her lips before pulling back to smirk down at her.

“Here,” Joel said, placing the perfectly shiny apple in her hand. “Just getting your attention, sweetheart.”

She snorted a laugh, but he could see her blushing again, as endearing as her little smile as they turned away from the stall. For a moment, he saw her stiffen, surely noticing the other attention Joel had gathered from being so publicly affectionate, but he found his chest filling with warmth as her free hand found his, their fingers intertwining as they walked to the next stand.

“Painfully domestic,” she murmured again, sinking into his side when he removed his hand from hers to wrap around her shoulder, pulling her closer as he leaned down to kiss her cheek again with a wider smile.

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Oh my gosh, thank you every 700 of you for following! :D

Can't believe it, I was keeping my eye out for 666 but missed it XD

I feel like I should do something special? But idk what, and I'm kinda in the middle of other drawings I promised, so... Hm, I'll think of something, but feel free to leave suggestions XD

Maybe I can take radioapple art requests for a day 🤔

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Heeeeey , how are you ? I hope your alright where you are 💚I had an idea but feel free to pass over tis one if you want. I wanted to ask you a fic about 99 , since there is not a lot of fics about him and that most of them have a bittersweet/sad ending (involving his death) and I wanted something sweet for him, with a Jedi reader , with theses prompts , if you please 😊

Thanks a lot , and have a good day/night 💕

@griffedeloup Thank you for requesting such a lovely fic idea for our favourite clone, 99.

I hope you enjoy this.

Love oo

Always Something Left To Love

Warnings: person with disabilities, rapid ageing, limited mobility, self-doubt, desire to be like everyone else, Jedi!reader implied, I think that's it, if I miss anything please let me know.

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99 slowly moved down the hallway of Kamino as he cleaned the area close to the training rooms. He stood watching his fellow brothers running their drills. His hand held the broom a little tighter as he watched squad after squad accomplish what he couldn’t. There were times when he’d close his eyes at night, and he’d dream of running the training facility with his brothers, crouching down beside them, shooting the droids shoulder to shoulder, climbing over the barriers, and jumping for joy when they won. 

A silent tear slid down his cheek as he watched group after group graduate and leave to fulfil their duties while he remained. He was nothing like them. He’d never be nothing like them. 

It didn’t take the force to see how much he wanted to be a part of a team, to be included amongst his brothers. 

“99?” You stood by the entrance as you saw him.

He cleared his throat before turning to look at you, “Yes, Commander?”

“99, you don’t have to call me Commander. We’re friends aren’t we?”

“I prefer calling you , Commander.”

You smiled and nodded, “Alright. So what are we watching?” You walked up beside him, looking over the railing.

“Charlie Squad.”

“How are they doing?”

“Not bad. Although it seems CT-5211 keeps trying to take charge.”

“That won’t bode well on the field. What would you do differently?”

“If I had a chance, I’d have him run his own mission, on the side. Rather than have him follow the leader. They’ll just keep budding heads.”

“Hmmmm, interesting. You have a good eye.”

“At least I have that,” he chuckled lightly. 

“You know you’re appreciated and valued.”

He nodded as he limped away, “Thank you, Commander. I have to get back to my duties.”

You watched him walk away, you could feel his sadness through the force; you’ve always admired 99, even though he was different from others with his limited mobility and rapid ageing. The Kaminoans made a mistake when making 99, they claimed it was just a glitch in the system, but you had a sneaking suspicion they were trying to alter his genetic makeup. 

Despite his differences he had more heart than any of the other clones you knew. You couldn’t help your smile as you watched him. 

- - - - - - - - -

“99 please come to the training ground” you called for him.

“On my way, Commander.” 

99 had a soft spot in his heart for you, he was fascinated when he watched you train with the cadets, as General Shaak Ti’s assistant. You were a Jedi Knight, a former padawan of General Ti’s, it was your job to  train the Commanders. 

He made his way to the training ground, slowly carrying his supplies. He froze when he saw you standing outside. 

“Commander?”

You beamed as you looked at him, your smile reaching from one ear to the other, “Welcome 99.”

“Commander, why are you outside?”

“Well, I have a surprise for you.”

“For me?”

You nodded and motioned with your head for him to follow you, “Come on.” You both entered the training room, you stood as you watched Fox, Rex, Wolffe and Cody all standing ready for your orders, “What do you say wanna help us run a simulation?”

“Uh …” 99 looked from his brothers to you, “You… you did this for me?”

“You are part of this family.” Rex spoke moving closer. 

“That’s right we’re all brothers.” Fox added.

“What do you say? Help us take down the Commander.” Cody offered holding out a blaster.

Wolff nodded as he looked at 99. 

“Why did you do all this for me? I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.” 99 tried to reason within himself. No one had done anything this kind or wonderful; he looked into your eyes, wanting to understand why you’d go to such lengths for him.

Your hand gently rested on his shoulder as you looked at him, smiling brightly, “99, you have been my friend, that in itself is a tremendous thing. I don’t have many friends in the Jedi Order. As you know my ideas aren’t viewed with the greatest welcome, but you have always been there for me, listening to my ideas even when they’re nonsense.”

“They’re not nonsense.”

“And that’s why we’re friends. So what do you say, wanna take me down with your brothers?”

99 smiled, loading the blaster with a power clip, “Locked and loaded.”

Three hours later, 99 was waving the winning flag. You smiled watching Rex and Cody lift him up, celebrating their win. It brought a smile to your face seeing him live out one of his dreams. 

You saw him sitting in the locker room, smiling to himself, “Good day?” You sat beside him.

“The best. I … I can’t believe you did this when … when there’s nothing worthy about me.”

“What? Who says?”

“Everyone.”

“Well that’s not true, I don’t say that. Rex, Cody, Fox and Wolffe didn’t say that. In fact, they all appreciated what you did. Master Ti doesn’t say that either. Anyone who doesn’t see you as someone worthy is someone not worth knowing.”

“No. It’s because there isn’t anything to love about me.”

You looked at him, shaking your head, “There is always something left to love, 99. There’s plenty of you to love. You’re sweet, kind, warm, funny …” you bumped his shoulder, “it’s not about what’s on the outside, 99. It’s about what is on the inside. There’s plenty to love on the inside 99, you prove that time and time again. After all, you think there’s plenty of me to love. Right?”

- - - - - - - - - - 

99 remembered that moment as the best day in his life, his only regret was that he wished he could’ve told you how much he did love you, when he heard you didn’t make it back from your mission, it had been his greatest regret. He stood in front of your portrait, one of the cadets had drawn it in honour of your passing.

“Hello cyar’ika,” 99 gently touched the portrait, “Been a while since I stopped by, things are getting out of hand, we’re getting ready for an attack on Kamino…” he let out a sigh, “I have a feeling I might be seeing you soon. You asked me once if I loved you. This is what I wanted to say but I couldn’t, ‘Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.’ When I see you, I’ll be sure to tell you.”

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congratulations on 700 followers, you deserve it!!🩷

could i please get talking about future plans when cuddling with charles. please & thank you!!

AWW thank you rach 💗

"so" Charles started.

"so?" You asked, as he layed his head on your chest as you played with his hair.

"do you ever think about getting married?" He looked up at you with puppy eyes.

"all the time, do you?" You responded fingers tangled in his hair.

"yea, we would have a small outdoor spring wedding"

"with flowers?" You asked.

"yes lots and lots of flowers, y/f/f of course," you smiled at that. "You'd wear a princess dress with lace trimming, the most beautiful girl in the world."

A silence fell over you two, and you smiled, "we'd have 2 kids, one boy one girl, or 2 little girls." You sighed, "and we'd love here, in Monaco, they would grow up to be just like their father, in love with go karts and race cars."

Charles laughed at that, "I'll buy us a big house y/n/n, where we can watch our kids grow up, and we could still go to races on free weekends, and we could spend summer evenings on the boat."

"I'd like that, I'd really like that." you hummed, resting your head on his head.

Charles' fingers collided with yours, your hands intertwined, as you laid there in your bed together, thinking about your future.