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avocado-writing · 3 months

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Could I request headcanons for Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor react to his gn crush who is so oblivious that they told him with confidence that no one would be interested in them romantically?

yes of course lovely, it’s always a pleasure writing your prompt lists 😊💕

Astarion

definitely thinks you’re joking at first.

laughs, then sees the defeated lag of your shoulders, the way you can’t tear your gaze from the ground.

wants to do his usual blasé retort, but is torn because well. he really cares for you.

I think, after a moment of silence, he reaches out and takes your hand. threads his fingers through yours.

“darling… there is so much of you to love, it’s mesmerising.”

he can’t look at you while he admits this of course, but he feels the way you squeeze his hand in yours and his dead heart skips a beat. 💕

Gale

utterly baffled.

of course someone would love you romantically?

from a practical point of view he just starts listing things off: you’re kind, a good leader, big-hearted, have a strong moral compass…

and then he just lapses into the things he likes about you.

that you’re so lovely. so good-looking. that your hair is nice and your eyes are spellbinding.

only realises he’s gone off on a tangent when he sees you grinning at him, then gets a little embarrassed…

gives you the confidence to press a kiss to his cheek though, and after that he’s beaming for the whole day 🥰

Wyll

shocked. shocked and appalled that you think that way about yourself.

takes you out for a stroll, just the two of you, and ends up waxing lyrical about all the things you have going for you.

he tries not to turn it into a confession but my man is a romantic, and soon he ends up spilling everything.

the way every time you smile at him his heart speeds up and his cheeks get hot. how you deserve someone who’ll be by your side through everything, and he’s not afraid to be that someone despite everything you’ve faced on the road.

he’d keep going if you didn’t muster up your courage and pull him into a long kiss 💕

Halsin

is old enough to understand self-doubt doesn’t just go away in one day. he’s admired you for a while so he tries to start actively courting you.

little gifts appear for you. carvings of your favourite animals, flowers you’ve mentioned liking the perfume of.

he finds a reason to be by your side every day. always tries to make you smile and laugh.

and eventually you realise… oh, what you believed before? about nobody ever feeling romantic love towards you? that was totally wrong. because there is your Druid and you’ve just realised his heart is totally devoted to you.

when you have this moment you immediately run to find him and throw yourself into his arms rom-com style lmfao ❤️

Dammon

“that’s… that’s not true! there would be plenty of people who’d love you.”

you look up into his eyes. they’re soft and sweet, and there’s a desperation behind them as the words come tumbling out of his mouth, too late to stop them.

“I’d love you. I do love you.”

a moment passes. he’s worried he’s messed up.

then you stride across the room to bring him into a kiss and his face gets hot enough to rival his forge… 🔥

Rolan

”don’t be so foolish.”

you’re utterly gobsmacked, because you were being so vulnerable, admitting your worry. “excuse me?!”

he tries to backtrack and make it look like he didn’t just insult you, lol

”there’s nothing wrong with you. you’re… wonderful. anyone would be lucky to have you.”

cheeks a bright crimson, and he’s so bad at hiding his emotions that you clock what this is instantly. it’s a confession.

“oh…” “don’t worry, forget it, I didn’t say anything—!” “rolan, would you like to get a drink tonight?”

he might combust. but he squeaks out a “yes.” because honestly? he was worried about the exact same thing you came to him to confide…

Zevlor

is firm in how silly you’re being, but kind.

holds your face in your hands to get you to look at him.

swears how lovely you are, his words like a pledge. like a prayer.

and when this paladin tells you all this? how could you believe him to be wrong.

maybe someone would love you romantically. gazing into his warm eyes, maybe someone does.

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bby-deerling · 5 months

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Could I request Luffy Zoro and Sanji with an s/o that collects things? Like bottle caps and can tabs? I feel like that would be super cute!!

Tyy <33

awwww anon this is so so cute!!! ty for sending this in!

monster trio with a s/o that collects trinkets

ft. luffy, zoro, sanji

masterlist

luffy

when you first introduce him to your hobby, he seems a bit bored, but once a couple of your more shiny and interesting pieces catch his eye, he is suddenly very interested and wants to learn more.

will start amassing a collection to rival yours, and gets really invested in it. he lowkey gets competitive about it too; if he finds a specific object that is fairly rare, it will take a significant amount of pouting and begging to get him to give it up to you.

if he sees something that could be potentially added to either of your hoards of trinkets, he will drop everything he is currently doing and run off to go retrieve it, even if he is currently in the middle of something seemingly important.

zoro

will intently listen as you show him your collection. he is quiet and does not say much, but he mentally takes notes of which objects are your favorites and files that information away for future use.

when gets lost, he always comes back with some new trinket for your collection. sometimes he subtly slips it into the palm of your hand, other times, he silently leaves it on your dresser; the object he returns with usually becomes your new favorite.

sometimes, he finds something he just knows you’ll really love, and pockets it to save for a special occasion (birthdays, holidays, etc.). he may not verbalize it often, but he thinks forward into the future with you more than you may realize!

sanji

devotes his brainpower to becoming an absolute expert in whatever type of collection you have. he wants to be able to discuss and bond with you over it!

is totally not above caving a man’s chest in with his boot if it means getting you an object you’ve been wanting for a while. you deserve the best, and he doesn’t think twice about doing whatever is necessary to give that to you.

will occasionally call you silly, sappy pet names (chipmunk, magpie, etc.) related to you collecting trinkets. at times it makes you the teeniest bit embarrassed, but he means it with all the love in the world—he loves your unique hobby and wants to make sure you’re aware of it.

#one piece x reader #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x you #roronoa zoro x you #luffy x reader #monkey d luffy x reader #luffy x you #monkey d luffy x you #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #sanji x you #x reader #one piece scenario #one piece headcanons

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love-toxin · 1 year

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re4remake leon got me acting like a WHORE. i want that man carnally.

(cws: the nasty, coming home sex, barely teetering on the edge of obsessive!leon, gn!pov)

ok but re4make Leon gets me extra hard bc he's in that stage where if someone comes on to him/asks about his lovelife he just grins and tells them he's got the prettiest little thing waiting for him back home, he mentions you by name every so often and recounts a story or two now and again to Ashley or Luis while they're venturing around bc usually he's thinking of you when he's not occupied with the mission. so people get this image of you as this little angel that could do no wrong and is absolutely the purest thing alive, it's adorable even when one of them sneaks a look at his wallet to see his photo of you/it gets taken or falls out of his pocket, and how annoyed and possessive he gets as he fights to get it back--Leon's obviously whipped, so he must treat you like an absolute princess or prince or just plain royalty. even Ada's jealousy is a little palpable when he mentions your name bc you know he's dodging her advances like the plague out of pure respect and devotion to you.

but then he goes home to you and just absolutely goes feral on your poor body--I'm talking barely a hello on his way in, slamming the door shut, throwing you on the bed and moaning an "I missed you so damn much" into your mouth as he starts tearing off your clothes and his. he just totally takes you to the cleaners and doesn't let go of you long enough even to breathe; he's constantly losing air and having to pant to catch his breath in between kisses, but dives right back in because he just can't get close enough. you have no idea just how bad he missed you, how many times he wanted to just say fuck it to the mission and come right back home to you--but you'll get a picture of it once he's folding your legs back and straining to fit his cock as deep as he can go, his mumbling filthy and downright obsessive as he comments on how tight you are and how he knows you haven't been looking for someone else in his absence--"you're such a good partner, you know that? you're the most loyal and you deserve the world and I never want anyone else but you. how can you be so sweet and fuck me so good too? you're perfect. you're my perfect angel and you're mine for as long as you live."

and even when he's cumming and has his forehead pressed to yours, sweaty and chest heaving as he plants his hips firm and makes you take every warm, thick shot he has for you, Leon doesn't slow down as the afterglow sets in and pulls out only so he can spread you apart with his fingers and watch his cum leak out of you. he's strong, he knows he can give you more, more to the point of making you pass out where you lay. but to see you have no qualms about that and pull on his shoulders to tug him back up, for you to peck him on his kiss-swollen lips and ask him if he can remind you one more time of how dearly you were missed--Leon couldn't be more in love. the sex is always great and he always misses it when he's away, but nothing compares to how sincerely he adores you in the purest way, and how lost he knows he would be if he could never come back to you like this.

he meant what he said; you're his forever, and nothing short of hell swallowing up the world will ever break him apart from you. hell, even then, he'd find a way to get back to you--if he can survive RC, Plagas, and every other shit thing that's happened in his short life just to survive, then he can battle an apocalypse for the sake of someone he dreams every night of waking up next to.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #re4make #resident evil 4 #resident evil #spicy writing #ellie writes #anons

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nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos · 7 months

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Short break from the ask request because I was almost finished with this.

And I've already done Mihawk, Shanks, and Zoro's so...

Sanji's turn!! 💙💙💙

Honestly chef whites have never looked better on anyone.

Ever.

(Please don't tell my husband he's a chef)

(Also he wants us to watch OPLA together, please send a prayer for my tainted soul)

(Gonna be twitching like I've downed two pots of coffee through all of Sanji and Mihawk's scenes)

And also HOW DARE NAMI NOT GIVE THIS MAN A HUG?? The actual AUDACITY??

Absolutely uncalled for 😒

Deep breath.

Anyway. Here's the headcanon thing.

Spicy, super fluffy, NSFW.

ABC's of Romance

A — Afterglow (How are they after sex?)

Absolutely, totally and hopelessly devoted to making sure you know just how much of a goddess you are.

Kissing you all over—your neck, your shoulders, your chest, your jaw and your lips.

Praising you endlessly.

"You're so perfect. I don't know how I ever lived without you."

Leaving you only long enough to prepare a quick snack, likely something like a fruit and cheese board paired with a light and tart Rosé wine.

Bonus points if you let him feed you.

He wants to pamper you like the queen you are, so just let him and he'll be in heaven.

B — Backrubs? (Do they like them? Like giving them?)

Yes and yes, and also *yes*.

Any reason to have his hands on you.

Obviously works with his hands all the time, and they are absolute magic.

One can get pretty sore being bent over a cutting board and a stove half the day, so if you get behind him and start rubbing his shoulders, he's going to melt right into your hands.

"Oh, my love, what did I ever do to deserve you?"

C — Cuddling (Do they enjoy cuddling a lot ot only at certain moments?)

Super clingy.

Like super super clingy.

He would probably just glue you to his side if the option presented itself.

Forever coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around you, kissing the top of your head and your cheek.

Nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

Any moment he isn’t holding you is a moment wasted.

D — Dance (Are they good at it? Do they enjoy it?)

Being a good dancer sort of goes hand in hand with being a hopeless romantic.

And again, he never gets tired of being close to you. Any reason is a good reason.

Seeing you in an evening gown or a cocktail dress is going to floor him absolutely every time.

"You look absolutely stunning, darling. Not that you aren't always stunning."

Lacing his fingers with yours, wrapping his other hand around your waist and rubbing his thumb there in slow little circles.

Resting his forehead against yours so he can gaze into your eyes the whole time.

Curling an arm around your back to dip you, and using it as an excuse to oh-so-subtly brush his lips to your neck.

E — Extravagant Gestures (Things they do to make you feel loved)

Preparing a surprise full-course candlelight dinner for just the two of you (and locking the rest of the crew out of the kitchen to ensure you won't be bothered, very much to Luffy's irritation).

Buying you little presents literally all the time, potentially to the point of financial ruin if you can't convince him to stop.

Laying out a blanket and pillows at the helm of the ship in the evening so you can watch the sunset or stargaze with a bottle of wine or mixed drinks.

F — Fighting (How do they handle arguments/apologies?)

Absolutely endless apologizing.

Literally begging on his knees if he has to.

Doesn't matter if he was in the wrong or not, he just can't stomach you being angry with him for any length of time.

"Please, love, just tell me what I can do to fix this. I'll do anything."

He's going to brush it off if you apologize because he just wants it to be over and done with.

Holding you close and cradling your head against him, kissing your forehead and assuring you he isn't upset.

G — Getting Hot (What do they do to turn you on?)

Full-on seduction.

Moving in behind you and brushing your hair behind your ear, his knuckles across your neck.

Rubbing his his hands up and down your waist, grazing his fingertipa across your stomach.

Trailing soft kisses up and down your shoulder and neck, soft little purr in your ear.

"Do you have any idea how badly I want you?"

Pulling you gently back against him and turning your head to gaze into your eyes.

Caressing his thumb across your cheek and brushing his lips slowly against yours.

H — Heartache (How would they handle it if you broke up with them?)

Oh dear. Let's not do that.

It would absolutely shatter his entire world.

He will do anything in his power to fix whatever is wrong.

He is absolutely not above begging you to take him back.

And if you don't, well, you're his whole universe, and he'll almost definitely fall straight into a depression and refuse to get out of bed ever again.

I — Intimacy (When are they intimate with you? And how often?)

When isn't he?

The rest of the crew is constantly cringing and rolling their eyes.

Keeping his arm around your waist any time he has the chance.

Pulling you close and playing with your hair while he kisses you slowly.

Sneaking up behind you to lift you off your feet and ravish your neck and jaw with kisses.

It can honestly get to be a little much sometimes, but you really can't stand seeing how pitiful he gets when you shoo him off or tell him you're busy.

J — Joker (How do they make you laugh)

His relentless flirting makes you giggle more than anything.

The way he acts like he's still trying to win you over.

His little pout when you tease him about it.

"Well, who in their right mind wouldn't shower the most beautiful woman in the world with praise and affection?"

K — Kissing (How good? How often?)

All the time, and all over.

Your lips, your neck, your shoulders, your chest, your cheeks, your forehead.

Rubbing his hands up and down your waist, tilting his head in to kiss you slowly and deeply.

Lightly brushing his tongue across your lips, letting you set the pace.

Absolutely losing his cool when you deepen the kiss, pulling you flush against him, picking you up and backing you up onto the nearest counter or table.

He absolutely doesn't care if there's anyone else around, because the rest of the world just melts away when your lips are on his.

L — Lay down (How do they sleep with you? Are they cuddler or do they prefer their space?)

He wants you absolutely flush against him.

Facing you with one arm under your neck and his other around your waist, cradling your head under his chin.

Pressing his lips to the crown of your hair.

Always making sure to tell you how much he loves and cherishes you before you fall asleep.

"I love you. So much. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me. I wouldn't ever trade this for anything."

Maybe more than once.

M — Making babies (Do they want to settle down and have kids?)

Yes, yes, a thousand times yes.

Maybe not right this moment, but starting a family with you would be an absolute dream come true.

Two or three kids, your own ship, searching for the All Blue together.

He literally daydreams about it.

N — Nervous? (How confident are they when it comes to romance?)

He was absolutely confident about winning your heart...

But he's a little nervous about keeping it.

That's why he's more than a little clingy. He wants to make absolutely sure that you know how devoted he is to you.

To your happiness, your hopes and dreams, your pleasure.

He wants you to know, every moment of every day, that he is absolutely and hopelessly in love with you.

O — Oral Fixation (Giving or recieving? And how good are they?)

Absolute giver, through and through.

Would gladly suffocate to death between your thighs, as long as the last sounds he heard were your moans.

He's going to eat you out like a man dying of thirst in the desert and you're the first water source he's seen in weeks.

Gripping at your thighs and your hips to pull you closer, his tongue working a steady rhythm, his eyes rolling back when you grip at his hair and moan.

Just living vicariously through your pleasure.

Kissing around your thighs and your stomach when you orgasm, before going right back in to get you there all over again.

You're going to have to tell him to stop, because he could literally do this all night.

He's not going to complain if you return the favor.

Watching you the entire time, his breath shuddering and his fingers combing through your hair, biting the side of his fist.

"O—oh god—oh god yes, love, you're so perfect...."

Absolutely losing his mind when you gaze up at him through your eyelashes and swirl your tongue around his cock.

Gripping at the bedsheets and pushing his hips up, swearing under his breath.

P — Pet Peeves (Things they don't like in a partner)

Being disrespectful toward hospitality workers (wait staff, line cooks, hosts, etc)—big pet peeve for anyone in the culinary industry, and he absolutely will not abide it.

Being inderect/aloof. He's more than happy to give you anything you want or need, so just tell him and he will.

Flirting with Zoro. Just don't, for god's sake. He'll kick that moss-head's face in.

Q — Quiet Time (How much alone time do they need, or do they want to be with you 24/7?)

Just let him glue you to his side already.

He wants to be with you every minute of every day, and he's going to make it known.

Every second of downtime he has, he wants to spend it with you.

Cuddling, kissing, making love, he doesn't care.

What you're doing together is completely on your terms, as long as you're together.

R — Romance (How romantic are they? Do they have to force it or does it come natural?)

Sanji is the most hopeless romantic you have ever met in your life.

It's impossible to count how many times he tells you he loves you throughout the course of a day.

It's also impossible not to believe him, the way he pulls you close and gazes into your eyes.

Cradles your head in his hands and curls his fingers in your hair and kisses you like might never have the chance to kiss you again.

S — Spending Money (How much do they like to spend on you?)

Too much.

No, literally too much. If you don't stop him he's not going to have any money left for basic needs.

Hide his wallet, for heaven's sake.

T — Trust (Are they trusting of you? Jealous?)

Yes, on both accounts.

Sanji absolutely trusts you.

But he gets jealous pretty easily. He does not abide anyone else trying to flirt with you.

He's not going to get upset with you about it. He wholly understands that you're the most beautiful being in the entire universe and that men are going to flock toward you.

But he's going to make sure that they know they can't have you.

U — Underwear (What kind do they wear, and what kind do they like on you?)

He tends toward boxer briefs, but if you told him you wanted to see him in a thong he probably wouldn't object.

You could wear a trash bag and he'd still be ga-ga over your.

But he still loves seeing you in soft, feminine things.

Lace and satin and silk.

Seeing you in any kind of lingerie is almost enough to give him a heart attack.

V — Vulnerable (How vulnerable are they with you? Is it easy for them to open up to you?)

Sanji is a complete open book with you.

Wants you to know that it's perfectly safe for you to be open with him, and the best way is for him to be open with you.

Even if it's a difficult subject, he will bite the bullet and be completely honest.

Even if it's harder for you to be vulnerable, he will be without question.

Because he wants you to know that he'll be there to listen and understand wheneveryou feel like you can be.

W — Wine and Dine (Do they prefer meals at home or going out with you? Who does more of the cooking?)

Both, honestly.

He wants to take you out to lavish five star restaurants where he can focus all of his time and energy on you.

But he's always thrilled to cook for you.

The best answer is that he would prefer to cook with you.

Asking him if you can help in the kitchen melts him into a puddle.

X — X-Rated (How good are they in bed? What do they like?)

Absolutely hellbent on making you feel like a goddess, and he definitely knows how to.

While Sanji is a relentless flirt, he doesn't tend to jump into bed with just anyone, prefering that sex have both a physical and an emotional connection.

Slow, tender, and loving, making sure that you know he worships every single inch of you, inside and out.

Fingertips caressing up and down your inner thigh while he kisses you slowly.

His lips slipping away to trail down your neck, fingers trailing higher up your thigh, across your soft folds, rubbing your clit in slow, gentle circles.

His breath catching a little when you moan or arch your hips arch toward his touch.

Every sound you make, every moan amd whimper amd gasp, is like music to his ears.

Trailing his lips lower, kissing and caressing every square inch of your chest.

His lips and his fingers brushing across your nipples.

Circling them with his tongue.

Alternating between rubbing your clit amd pushing two fingers inside you to focus on your g-spot.

Keeping a steady, perfect pace that sends you over the edge in a matter of minutes, over and over again.

Trailing soft kisses back up your neck, murmuring against your ear and gently stroking your wet folds.

"You're so beautiful when you're moaning."

Brushing his lips to yours in a slow, tender kiss before sitting up, gently pulling you with him by your waist and hand.

Pulling you flush against him so your thighs straddle his hips.

Slow, deep kisses, breath shuddering as he grinds his cock slowly against you.

Gripping your hips and lifting you up slightly on your knees, lowering you back down slowly.

Drawing in a sharp breath and moaning quietly against your lips as he slides into you.

Tightening his grip on your hip and your waist, fighting the urge to thrust right into you, wanting to savor the feeling of your tight inner walls slowly enveloping his cock.

Lifting a hand to cradle your head, his thumb brushing your hair behind your ear.

Lips slipping away from yours with a slow sigh once he's fully inside you, gazing into your eyes.

"Oh, you feel like heaven, love."

Lips brushing against your neck and your collarbone as he rolls his hips to meet yours in long, deep strokes.

One hand on your hip to guide your movement and his other trailing up your waist, caressing your stomach, your breasts, tangling in your hair as the pace increases steadily.

Lying you back on the bed and lacing his fingers through yours, gripping your hand to keep himself under control.

Kissing your neck and shoulder and caressing your thigh, grianing quietly, whispering in your ear that he loves you, how perfect you are, his beautiful goddess.

Pressing his lips to yours when you come again, your moans and the tight contractions of your orgasm driving him over the edge.

Thrusting fully into you and coming deep inside you, hands gripping your thigh and your hair, his moans answering yours amid a deep, passionate kiss.

Y — Yearning (How long will they pursue the person they're interested in before losing interest?)

Literally to the ends of the earth.

Sanji is a little obsessed with you. Just a little.

He isn't going to try to push you into anything you don't want, but the flirting will be utterly incessant.

He can't help it, it's his default setting.

He worships the ground you walk on and will stop at nothing to make sure you know it.

Z — Zen (What do they do to wind down and relax? Do they prefer to do it alone or with you?)

Always, always with you.

If it's coming up with a new recipe, he wants your input.

If it's lounging back on a lazy afternoon, he wants you lounging back against his chest so he can play with your hair and breathe in your perfume.

You are his peace.

#sanji #sanji x reader #one piece fanfiction #opla #fanfic #fluff #smut #sanji opla #opla fanfiction #one piece headcanons #opla headcanons #headcanon

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the-marshals-wife · 1 year

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The Bad Batch Having a Token of Their Love For You Would Include (Bad Batch x Reader)

A/N: I love these boys so much and I thought of this instead of going to sleep all week. I really hope y'all like my idea for Echo's especially. He deserves the galaxy and more.❤️ (I also had extra ideas that are definitely still in character but probably "anachronistic", so I just labeled them bonus. I mean we have finally 'caf'' aka coffee in SW canon, so maybe there's hope for hoodies 🤭)

Description: Bad Batch x Fem!Reader | Warnings: none, just lots fluff and kisses

★ Bad Batch Tag List ★ @dantes-devil-huntress @sageislostinspring (comment to be added!)

Gif credit: user mutantfactor

Hunter

He would get a tattoo of your name

Hunter did not need his heightened senses to be certain that he had fallen in love with you - if anything, they just strengthened his conviction that you were the one he was meant to find

Being the intensely devoted and thoughtful man he is, you were on his mind constantly, and he wanted a symbol of his love to be as a part of him as you had become

He didn't even tell you at first because he wanted it to be surprise

It wasn't until he changed into plainclothes for an undercover mission that you noticed the new black ink on his right bicep

You grabbed his arm and stared at the Aurebesh letters spelling your name

"You like it?" he asked, a little nervous

Speechless, you pulled him into a kiss

"I'll take that as a yes" he smiled, before getting another embrace filled with kisses

Whenever you have time alone together, you love to slowly trace the letters with your finger and listen as he dreamily talks about the future

Later in your relationship, he would want to add to it with a portrait of you, and someday, the names of your children

Bonus: he would keep anything you gave him like a pendant or a ring and wear it whenever he could (this man would totally wear one of your scrunchies and make it look hot - a product of his 'girl dad' powers that you find very attractive)

Wrecker

He would keep your shirt to cuddle with

The only thing Wrecker has ever been discreet about in his entire life is his feelings as he was falling for you

It wasn't for lack of trying. He had been officially head over heels for months, but every time he tried to tell you, his words suddenly came out wrong

You thought it was adorable, and you were sure he'd figure out how to say what he was feeling when he was ready. It just gave you more opportunity to realize you were falling for him too

What you couldn't figure out, however, was where your favorite shirt had disappeared to

That is until, after days of searching, you finally caught a glimpse of it tucked beneath the pillow in Wrecker's bunk

You were stifling a giggle when he walked up behind you, looking nothing less than mortified

"Oh, Y/N! That! I uh...I found it on the floor and I was going to give it back to you! But it smelled really nice, and pretty...like you, and um, then I forgot..." he stammered, his face bright red

You smiled and kissed him on the cheek, "Keep it."

In the weeks following, you would refresh it with a spray of your perfume every so often when he wasn't looking

He would also draw doodles of you whenever he had downtime

You were all on a mission not long after the discovery of that day, and during his watch, you rolled over to see him drawing in the sand with a stick. He'd scribbled your initials together within a heart, surrounded by a dozen tinier hearts.

Suffice to say he was not the only one feeling absolutely smitten from then on

Bonus: speaking of shirts, you would absolutely be the couple with the "If lost, return to ___ + I'm ___" tees (likely worn with your matching homemade 'friendship' bracelets)

Tech

He would keep a recording of your voice and laughter

Tech is a private person when it comes to his emotions, but he feels very deeply, even if he isn't sure how to best express his growing affection for you (he thinks it's obvious, after all)

It's this very reason why you doubted that he returned your feelings at first, until you walked by him one day and heard the sound of your own laughter, playing over and over

"What's that?" you questioned, now recognizing the moment that had caused your sides to nearly split (Wrecker had just taken the most dramatic fall into mud you'd ever seen, immediately after bragging he was 'too heavy' to slip)

Tech muted the sound and kept his stare on the datapad, "I capture auditory recordings of all of my interactions for analysis, and file away important data for later reference."

"My laughing is 'important data'?" you smirked as he hesitated for only a moment

"Well, no. Not technically. It is, however, a pleasant sound that reminds me of you, and one that I would like not to forget. By that reasoning, it is important to me," he stated, calmly meeting your awe-struck gaze

It took all your strength not throw yourself into his arms right then and there. He went back to filing his recordings, oblivious to the fact that he had just irreversibly won your heart

He'd also incorporate you into some of his private passcodes

Anything from your initials to your eye color to your favorite flower - just some of the many details that he associates with you and remind him of how much he cares for you

Bonus: if he had a lockscreen/background, it would definitely be a picture of you. He would also be the type to make you a playlist of your favorite songs all from memory because he knows you that well

Crosshair

He would engrave your name on his rifle

Crosshair is a man of conviction and loyalty, and when he was certain that he could trust you with his heart, he wanted to display his loyalty in turn

Modifying his rifle in any way at all is significant, so ingraining your name on the scope is a very personal gesture to him

He caught you completely by surprise on a mission, casually showing it to you while you had watch together

You were stunned to see your name glistening in the firelight, every letter expertly etched into the smooth metal, "Cross, I can't believe you would do that for me..."

"Your love makes my aim true," he replied, wholly sincere

This one remark sealed your fate, giving you both the courage to lean in and share your first kiss

"Then you will never miss," you whispered afterward

You spent the rest of your watch sitting close together in soothing silence under the stars

He would also carve your initials into the wall of his bunk

Wherever he would go, you would be there also. His devotion is unyielding, and you have a partner until the galaxy itself burns up

Bonus: a huge sign of his affection would be letting you wear his clothes. He may act disgruntled, but it's all in jest because would be the boyfriend that's extremely proud to see you walking around in his hoodie

Echo

He would have your handprint on his armor

It seemed like a lifetime since he'd had the handprint from Captain Rex on his chestplate that had meant so much to him through those long years of war

When Echo is sure of something, nothing can move him from it. Not much time was required for him to know that he wanted to share his life with you, and that he wanted your handprint on his armor

He confided in you quite a bit about his past in the GAR, and you knew about the original print, but you never dreamed that he would ask you to replicate it

"Are you sure?" you asked in disbelief

"I am, Y/N. There's no one else whose mark I'd rather carry with me, and no one I want by my side more. On and off the battlefield," he confessed, taking your hand in his

Tears welling in your eyes, you dipped your other hand into the red paint on the table, placed it carefully onto his chest, and pressed your lips to his

More than a symbol of love, you both knew this was a vow to keep fighting for a free galaxy where you could build a future together

He would also have a photo of you in his personal things

He's not afraid of letting his relationship with you be known around his brothers, but his horrifying experiences imprisoned by the Separatists have made him extra cautious in all things. He keeps his photo of you safely tucked away and never brings it on missions, not wanting to risk it falling into the hands of anyone who would ever want to harm you

Instead, whenever you're apart, he holds his hand to his chest before he drifts to sleep and dreams of you. The nightmares are all but gone

Bonus: you two would totally have matching caf mugs with snarky sayings. "Grumpy parents in the morning" vibes all the way

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18, daddy kink, pregnancy kink, baby girl

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When you finally found out you were pregnant, Patrick couldn't hide his excitement because he had waited so long for this to happen. He loved everything about the way your body was changing, especially your cute bump and curvy hips.

Bateman became so overprotective of you and your future child that he followed you around and helped you with everything you did, even when it came to taking a bath.

"Honey, get down a bit lower," Patrick murmured, sitting behind you in the tub. "You like that?"

You just purred in return as he gently washed your back. Chuckling, he couldn't take his eyes off of your pretty little form.

"God, you're so beautiful," his raspy voice sent shivers down your spine. "So juicy, so round."

Patrick let out a guttural growl when he saw your soaped pussy as you bent over even more. Biting his lower lip, he placed his large palm on your buttock, barely caressing it, but then his thin finger made a long stroke along your delicate petals, causing a loud gasp to escape your lips.

"Daddy...a-aww!" You frowned as his long digit slid up and down your feverish slit, teasing your clit with light rubs.

The lewd sounds you were making evoked something primal in his gut, and now he couldn't control his urge to be inside that little tight pussy. Slowly, Bateman pushed his index finger into your succulent cunt, inducing your toes to curl. Mewling, you turned to face him, his brown eyes now full of lust.

"No, no, no, baby girl. Don't look at me like that," he groaned when he saw your innocent glance. "I'm gonna treat that pussy right, just like she deserves."

Licking his lips briefly, he shoved his finger further into your blushing cleft, curling and twisting it a bit, your soft walls beginning to spasm almost instantly.

"Good girl," Bateman praised you for the way your body responded to his ministrations as he pumped his engorged cock. "Fuck, seeing you like this, with your pregnancy bump, turns me on so bad. Did you know that?"

Damn, this kind of dirty talk was completely ruining your mind, making you forget about any self-respect, because you were such a slut for this man.

"Patrick, p-please!" You leaned against the edge of the tub as you felt him settle himself behind you.

With your eyes closed you could only moan and shiver as you were in his power. Thrilled, Patrick quickly pulled out his finger and sucked off your sweet flavor before giving your ass several light slaps.

"Stay still," he urged, pushing down on your back to bend you lower. "Mmm, what a view." Bateman crooned, rubbing his leaky tip along your swollen folds.

When your bodies finally bonded, you both gasped, feeling totally numb. His strong arms gave you no chance to pull away from him as he began to ram himself into you, opening your tight inner channel with each thrust of his sturdy hips, and the obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh inflamed you from the inside, bringing you to your release too quickly.

"Argh, fuck!" Bateman gasped, pulling his wet hair away from his beautiful face. "I... I can't wait to make you pregnant once again! Mmmhm-gonna drown this juicy little hole in my cum."

"Daddy! S-so deep...aww! It's so so deep! Mmmm..." You cried out, wriggling in his grip, not noticing the water splashing around you as he fucked you right into the edge of the bathtub.

"Awwww, it hurts? Too bad...you're going to keep taking it until I'm satisfied!" He pulled at your hair while his other hand was wrapped around your round belly for support. "Yes...take that dick like Daddy's obedient girl!"

Whimpering, you looked up at him and as your gazes locked, Bateman let out a moan of satisfaction and kissed your forehead as the pure devotion he saw in your eyes was taking him higher than any known drug.

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𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐋 𝐎𝐂! [ 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐈 ] 𝐱 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐔𝐏! 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

— [ 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ] ( full drawing at the end of post )

𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐌. This was the norm with idols. Nothing was wrong with such a premise you surmised, as only fools would believe their idols act the same on camera and behind. It was simple. They had an image and a personality, two completely different things in the entertainment world.

Hayate’s image was this brash, straight to the point, no nonsense person. A man who did not care much about looks, but was completely devoted to the art of music. A startling contrast to his angel like singing voice. Gap Moe, as his fans and manager would put it.

Hayate’s personality behind the cameras however, is what you would say an almost complete one-eighty.

The bi-colored haired boy was total skincare fanatic, he loved fashion, planning out his looks, journaling, and working out for the sake of keeping his body in shape. You say almost because he was incredulously meticulous either-way. You never met a man who was so passionate that it often infected you to do the same in your career and life. He enjoyed idol-work, breathed it, and deserved every bit of success he’d gotten so far.

He was also, still brash even behind the scenes.

“Why the hell would you be jealous of me?” To many, Hayate’s voice was intimidating — rough, and quite loud. It was jarring to see him switching from his speaking one to his singing. But to you who had spend far too long with this man, it was normal. And sometimes normal was something to crave for.

And boy did Hayate enjoy those normal moments between you two.

“Hayate, who wouldn’t be jealous of a man whose group had won several awards in their rookie years, now topping every chart.”

“A complete All-Kill, innit?” Your co-worker spoke from a couple of feet away. He was in charge of styling Hayate’s mess of a hair. The two of you are the only people capable of being physically close to him, aside from his members without being mauled. And you mean mauled in every sense of the term.

“Besides that, you’re just so motivated all the time. It’s like you have endless energy to do what you have to do.”

You noticed Hayate visibly relax, his tense posture almost escaping your eyes earlier. You make a mental note to bring him out to rest again one day. Most likely after your pay-day. Hayate always offered to pay for stuff you two bought on an outing but you just couldn’t do him like that.

Your co-worker chimed in again, “Meanwhile [Y/N] is here downing several [Fave Caffeinated Drink] just to get through the day.”

“Why are you here again?” You and Hayate deadpanned in sync, earning a laugh from all three of you in the room.

“I just . . . have a good. . . source of motivation.” The singer gave you a heavy, alluring stare. His muscle tee allowing you to view his neck slowly turning scarlet.

“He’s all red.”

“Fuck, I completely forgot to blend his neck! Wait, where’s my foundation brush?!” You screeched, running out to find wherever it could have gotten to in the building, knowing you most likely forgot it in the another member’s room. Either completely unaware of Hayate’s intense look, or simply too dense to understand the connotation of it.

Your colleague snorted as the door closed behind you, “You’re going to have to be more obvious than that lover boy, they’re worse than a brick wall.”

“. . .”

“Not even a sure, mate?” The British man sighed. It was always like this. Whenever you were out Hayate would just go silent. Only ever speaking to direct the stylist’s actions. You always insisted that your client saw you two as equal as you’ve never witnessed him acting this way, and every time the hair stylist spoke to you about it he could feel the menacing glare down his spine just provoking him to speak so that Hayate would pounce at an excuse to fire and sue him for defamation.

Once he was done styling the idol’s hair, Mr. Co-Worker backed off immediately. Knowing full well of the consequences of lingering around Hayate any longer.

“I’m back!” You hollered, a limp on your step due to a large man glomping you from behind.

“And who’s that behind you?” Your co-worker sighed. With you around his risk of dying goes down by at least 70%.

“Ehe.” But with Eve of all people to rile Hayate up, he’ll have to crank those chances back up again. The visual of the group had apparently stolen it earlier when he came by to do his daily dues in pushing Hayate one step further to an aneurysm. It was an important duty he had to fulfill as a member of Yesterday’s Dawn, and bringing you into the mix happened to annoy the vocalist the most.

“Don’t ehe me, Soo-bitch! Get the hell out of my make-up room!”

Eve smooches you on the cheek before promptly sticking his tongue out, “BLEGHHHHHH!!!”

You froze in response.

You see the veins protruding on Hayate’s temples and neck, reminding you of the job you came into the room to properly finish. Angry Hayate was something you haven’t seen in a while, but experienced has taught you not to react much and proceed with your job as if he isn’t planning several ways of mutilation at the moment.

It worked as moments later he calmed down and began chatting with you again.

Perhaps you should retract your judgment of his character. Hayate didn’t have sides he just had layers, and you his beloved make-up artist, were in the deepest one.

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Hayate was pretty much born from my weird obsession with working out and practicing the violin lately. My parents said that I look and sound hella constipated doing both and so an emotionally constipated yandere just came into mind.

also i “referenced” that one photo of jungkook holding a mirror to jimin’s meme face for this in case you thought the artwork looked familiar. tried using a new hair coloring style ehe.

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Mr. Mellark: Parental Failures in a Totalitarian Structure

I was talking with @vasilissadragomir last night about my opinions on Mr. Mellark. (Basically saying that while I would absolutely throw hands with Mrs. Mellark I still need to have some WORDS with Mr. Mellark because I have some SHIT to say to him.)

Consequently, someone on Reddit said something similar about Mr. Mellark so I took the opportunity to really dive into my thoughts about him.

I can understand and empathize with a man stuck in an unideal marriage in a district where, very likely, divorce wasn't possible. I can understand the situations that would have led to him feeling stuck, incapable of confrontation, incapable of changing his circumstances.

But, at the end of the day, we are beholden to the safety of the children brought into this world that have even less of a choice in their circumstances. Peeta (and likely his brothers) all deserved better. That is a point that cannot be refuted. And, in some ways, Mr. Mellark absolutely shares responsibility with his wife in the abuse that his children suffered. Silence is the strongest tool given to an oppressor.

And that's really a HUGE takeaway from the series. In the face of total oppression, the most vulnerable, our children, CANNOT be adequately protected.

Parents of the districts love their children, and yet are forced to watch them march off, year after year to be selected for slaughter, they are forced to watch their children starve, forced to offer up their children's names for slightly more food, forced to watch their children grow to break their bodies in dangerous work conditions, forced to watch them have more children and perpetuate the cycle. There is no such thing as familial protection in this world.

It's why Prim, arguably the most protected person in the COUNTRY died alongside the other most protected children of the country. The Capitol's children. There is no protecting the vulnerable in a state of war and violent oppression.

And here we have Mr. Mellark. Clearly a kind, gentle man. I can't imagine he is content to watch his children suffer. I can't imagine that he is okay with the abuse his wife puts on them. But he CANNOT AND WILL NOT protect them. And, in the world of the Hunger Games, that is BY DESIGN. Even the most loving and devoted parents cannot truly fight their own oppression.

He, and all of his circumstances, failed his sons.

Mr. Mellark failed his children. But I'd go one step further and say that he was specifically designed to fail his children.

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Malleus with a fat/chubby/plus-size MC

Warnings: none other than that this is not proofread! this is just complete fluff because I'm utterly in love with this dragon fae. I feel like I could totally write a part two to this if anyone wants it.

This man is irrefutably in awe of everything you do. Malleus would be a bit surprised if you ever told him you were insecure about a feature of yours because while he knows everyone has their insecurities (and he's well acquainted with his own for sure), he has always thought of you as absolutely breath taking.

Malleus definitely has a staring problem. Sneaking glances at you when you're oblivious to the tender eyes of love directed solely your way. You're so beautiful in all that you are.

When you're showing him your outfits, this man is your ultimate hype man. If you're going out with your other friends or running around NRC doing work for Crowley, Malleus always makes sure that he gets to see you because he never wants to miss out on seeing you. He always asks to see your outfits, especially when you dress up, and all he does is shower you in compliments

That color looks nothing short of heavenly on you, MC. When you prefer to wear super baggy clothing, he is equally as obsessed and in awe.

Your soft jawline? It's like something out of a classical painting; in fact, he wants to commission thousands of paintings of you. The graceful flow of your arms, that are nothing short of loving when you embrace him. your whole person that is joy incarnate. Days spent with you - loving you, showering you in praise, to feel this ardor and to have it returned by you - is bliss to Malleus.

It doesn't matter how being fat looks for you - he's in love with you in every way. From the tips of your fingers, to your hands and your wrists, the soft roundness of your shoulders, the stretch marks - Mr. I'm-in-love-with-mc-and-wish-to-never-be-parted-from-them-Malleus can go on and on about everything about you.

He likes to hold your hand and kiss your knuckles. Sometimes, he'll lift your hands up to cup his face and looks at you with a level of reverence that would frankly put Sebek into a coma. Malleus is also a fan of helping you put on/remove shoes; he likes to pepper kisses to your ankles and lift his head to lay in your lap. Oh? Are you shying away, MC? Does his boundless devotion fluster you? Good, you should know he's crazy over you

If you have boobs - the man is first of all, beyond respectful. He's a true gentleman and an absolute sweetheart. Secondly, he adores the stretch marks you may have around them. They look so soft and beyond perfect - the epitome of beauty really

Hip dips? Malleus like trailing a hand over them and up your waist. He believes Aphrodite couldn't hold a candle to you, that yours is the beauty people write poems about.

The elegant folds of your back, the soft plush of your thighs, the gentle strength your stature exudes - he literally can't get enough of you. And he lets you know that, and that's not just when you're feeling down about yourself.

Seeing you light up with confidence and take up space without any shame is so beautiful to him. He thinks you deserve to be happy more than anything, to believe in your own beauty and the irreplaceable place you have in the lives of everyone you allow into your space. There will never be another you, and Malleus always wants to be around you. He won't let you or anyone else downplay the space you have in his life in any capacity.

The amount of joy he feels just by being in your presence is adorable to see. Every part of him buzzes with love for you.

If you have trouble finding stuff in your size or ever tell him about the experience of being a fat person trying to find cute things in your size, Malleus will literally feel for this issue so much. Anything that has bothered you or made you feel like there isn't a place for you in the world - let alone a place where you can be happy and yourself - is something he takes issue with. So, he helps you out and personally makes a list of inclusive brands to check out with you.

He's there for you. He listens to when you're insecure or when someone says something about you or fat people in general that doesn't sit right with you. Malleus comforts you like a champ - he holds you and wipes your tears away with the sole desire of wanting you to feel how loved you are.

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Underneath the Christmas Tree (A.B.)

Type: one-shot, drabble-ish, floof

Pairing: Andy Barber x reader WC: 1100

Summary: Your Christmas might not be perfect, but the person you celebrate with is.

Warnings: 18+, nsfw for allusions to smut, clichés and huge amount of fluff, mentions of insecurity in reader, celebrating Christmas

A/N: a little something to raise the holiday spirits, in the honour of @stargazingfangirl18 who slipped into many inboxes to spread the hoeliday cheer 💕I hope she and all of you can profit from a sweet moment with one mister B🎄// divider by @firefly-graphics

“You’re being a grinch,” he teased you lightly, thick arm wrapping around your waist from behind to keep you flush to his front.

You only frowned harder as you placed the single box under your Christmas tree. It looked absurd among the five boxes from your lovely devoted irritating fiancé – of course you’d be a little grinchy about it.

This Christmas was supposed to be perfect – because Andy Barber was and he deserved nothing less than that in return. You had prepared three presents for Andy in total – or you had tried so. Until the most important one, one you ordered and had custom-made took longer than expected. You ordered two months in advance, so proud of yourself for figuring out the gift for the man who stole your heart without intention of ever giving it back… and then came December, than half of it went, and then the day before Christmas Day arrived, ten a.m., three p.m., eight p.m. and since the clock was about to struck midnight, something told you your package wasn’t about to arrive in time. All your insecurities about deserving the wonderful man momentarily soothing you in his generous embrace resurfaced, making you feel inadequate and just… not enough.

So yeah, you were scowling a little. Especially since Andy was maybe not laughing at your misery, but was definitely at least slightly amused by the way you were expressing it.

“It was supposed to be perfect,” you echoed your thoughts wearily, feeling the stupid tears gather in your eyes. Dammit.

It was just… Andy truly was your Prince Charming. Your one. A kind, caring man with the biggest heart you had ever encountered, a bit dorky, but with maturity most men at any age couldn’t even dream of, and with sweet, almost gentlemanly ways that went out of the window once the door of your bedroom closed behind you. Assuming you’d make it as far as the bedroom. Or even into your house.

He deserved everything that was good in this world and more and there were times when you doubted you were the one able to give it to him.

You felt him smile against your cheek as he pressed a soft kiss there, pulling you back from your thoughts – and to fall on your ass – to sit between his legs on the floor with a tiny yelp on your part.

“It is. ‘cause you are, sweetheart,” he whispered to your ear, causing you to side-glance him at his sappy ways.

A soft smile was playing on his lips indeed, serene face illuminated by the warm lights on your Christmas tree, eyes shining with contentment.

Your heart fluttered in your chest, suddenly at peace. Damn, he was gorgeous. Ruffled hair, pretty lips framed by his perfectly trimmed beard, white tee and simple grey sweats, like a god of domesticity and happiness in the most ordinary moments. How could you protest, how could you doubt anything at all when he was like that?

“I love you,” you said instead, earning a soft peck to your lips, a whispered declaration in return. “I just… I was really excited to give you the present you deserve.”

Andy’s plush lips stayed but a breath away, closing the distance again at your admission, last remnants of your gloomy mood evaporating as he kissed you again, this time slowly, deeply, loving.

Then, he inched away, your eyes fluttering open only to meet the mischievous sparkle in his eye.

Your heart skipped a beat. Ah-oh.

“What-“ He reached for the single gift you had placed under the three, pulling at the bow and stealing it for himself. “Andy!”

He laughed at your scandalized expression, taking your left hand – the one adorned by a charming ring he had placed there barely a month ago – and swiftly wrapped the ribbon around your wrist, tying another perfect bow.

Your shoulders sagged, your face probably revealing as much of your exasperation as adoration.

“Here. My perfect gift, in all its glory.”

“You, mister, are an old sap.”

He grinned. “And yet, you agreed to marry me.”

Your gaze flicked between the bow and the gorgeous diamond on your finger, the widest of smiles tugging at your lips. “Yeah, what was I even thinking-“

“Hey!” he protested, deft fingers sneaking under your silky bathrobe in a vicious attack at your most ticklish spots, having you try to squirm from his hold – only accomplishing changing your positions until he trapped you under him lied flat on the fluffy carpet, his weight on you as warm as his gaze.

“See? My perfect gift, now even lying under the Christmas tree, all mine to unwrap. I’m a lucky man, aren’t I?”

His fingers sneaked lower, brushing over your hips and to your thigh, his hand freezing. The sweet warm gaze turned heated, drawn to your lips as your tongue peeked out to wet them. You felt your face flush with heat, even as your chest puffed with pride.

Cat got his tongue now, did it?

“Sweetheart?”

“There’s… I thought we might cheat a little. I didn’t wrap this one,” you admitted, a little disappointed when his weight disappeared and he only straddled your thighs – but the feeling was quickly replaced by satisfaction when Andy tugged, peeling your robe off, eyes feasting on your body adorned with the new lingerie you had bought, your nipples instantly hardening under the see-though material under his appreciative gaze.

“So…” you hummed innocently, fully aware of the way his sweats barely hid his growing arousal, just like your excuse of panties couldn’t hope to hide the growing wetness of your core, “what do you think?”

Andy’s lip curled in a smirk that had you stomach somersault, his eyes dark as coal, soft fingertips trailing over the soft curve of your breast, brushing your nipple with clear intent.

“Well, sweetheart, I think you just almost made it to the naughty list,” he mused, his other hand toying with the little ribbons on the side of your panties, lightly puling on it until fell apart smoothly.

Your breath caught in your throat, heat pooling in your belly as his fingertips followed the pattern of lace above your mound.

“Almost?”

Andy’s smirk was positively devious as he leaned down to press a kiss to your cleavage, dextrous fingers undoing the bow on your other hip as well, baring you to his greedy touch.

“But when I’m done with all the things I want to do you, sweetheart, when you let me do every filthy thing I have on my mind now… I promise you that’s you’ll be right on the top it.”

And Andy Barber was a true gentleman; when he made a promise, he always always delivered on it.

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leincendiaire · 6 months

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anyways salty thoughts. dont expect me to be nice

this is the one problem not exclusive to the finale, god ed's character arc just. didnt do it for me at all. I excused it before cuz I thought it would pay off as the season went on but nope. he never had a genuine apology moment, just that youtuber apology like gag and the cat collar joke. like they literally show us how the crew was completely scarred by his actions but theyre later just completely fine with him on board???? and stede keeps being his biggest stan when I think he would have been like hey what the fuck!! im sorry I hurt you but I am not responsible for your actions and you hurt my crew whom I hold very dear!! I love ed but Fuck he really went too far those first episodes and he never makes up for it. they only ever focus on His Own self journey, not how he hurt and traumatized practically every other character.

"well, I think narratively izzy's death made sense but—" no!! no it fucking didnt!! im sorry but it was just lazy writing!! they didnt know what to do with him so whoops he gets shot in the dumbest way possible. like, this aint my first rodeo, it aint the first time ive seen a character start off on their character journey to happiness only for writers to give up on it and kill them off. it's a tiring fucking trope tbh and I really wish they hadnt fallen into this trap. like his death scene wasnt good either, if youre gonna do it at least focus on his relationship with the crew, you know, the people he came to accept as family? not the man Who Shot Off His Fucking Leg And Almost Killed Him? I know they had an important relationship but that shit should have been talked about way beforehand, it deserved closure. they should have acknowledged they werent good for each other and made peace with it. izzy deserved a death with people who actually made him happy. ALSO THEY BURY HIM ON FUCKING LAND?????? he spent his life at sea!!!! he is the most devoted out of everyone to being a pirate and you bury him next to your fucking inn???? fucking twats istg

lastly I swear they forgot stede is the main character. they forgot literally everything about how to write him. he gets No Focus in the finale, and every scene he is in is bullshit. I actually wanted to punch my screen every time there was a joke about him being incompetent or whatever. like, hello??? thought we left that shit in s1??? he had Multiple Episodes about learning to be a pirate and adjusting to his new life and gaining more skills but no. he is just silly old loserboy for his cool war criminal boyfriend now. literally no skills or experience whatsoever. ok sure yea thats totally how he acted the rest of the season. also the fuck is it with him staying behind to run the inn with ed?? wasnt the whole conflict last episode their different desires out of life, with ed wanting to start a normal life and stede wanting to be a pirate?? when the Fuck did he change his mind. who are you and have you done with my boy

honestly I feel bad because jenkins is actually a good writer and the whole fandom really expected a lot from a man making his second show, and I think there were a lot of budget cuts and production issues so I can see why it turned out this way. he is probably mad about this too, I bet the cast also, like even the acting in this episode didnt feel passionate, and thats saying a lot since these actors really love this show. im just frustrated. man. time to write fics ig

#our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd spoilers #ofmd s2 #stede bonnet #edward teach #izzy hands #stizzy #gentlehands #gentlebeard #blackbonnet

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Hellooo! Can I have a talentless reader who's a huge simp for Nagito and finally gathers the courage to ask him out on a date? Thank you! <3

♡ Talentless! Reader Asking Nagito on a Date!♡

Awwwh!! I love the idea of this one, I hope I did it justice!! Thank you for requesting, my lovely, feel free to come back anytime!! Have a wonderful day. <3

I went moreso off of a Non-Despair AU for this particular scenario. I feel like with the threat of the killing game there, his behaviour is more affected; so a Non-Despair AU seemed healthier to me. I did a little bit of backstory at the start to flesh it out, but I promise I wrote what you requested as well!! I really hope I did it well! I’m sorry it’s taken so long. College has been kicking me since I came back and I’ve had some other life stuff to attend to!! I am working on everyone’s requests though, I promise!

♡ When Nagito first found out you didn’t possess an ultimate talent, you were genuinely rather scared as to how he’d react.

♡ You were friends with Hajime, and you’d heard from the man himself about how awkward things could get with Nagito on the topic of lacking a talent.

♡ You knew Nagito would eventually know, but you hadn’t actually met him.

♡ That was, until, the day the two found you by accident.

♡ You were in the local park making friendship bracelets when you looked up to see Hajime walking just a little bit away from you.

♡ He seemed to sense you looking, and turned to glance. With a smile, you nodded at him, not unable to wave due to the bracelet you were crafting.

♡ He gave a small, wave at you in response, and that’s when you noticed the person standing next to him.

♡ That must have been Nagito…

♡ You weren’t one for the myth of “love at first sight”, but you had to admit you were immediately drawn to him.

♡ That is, however, until he noticed you.

♡ Within a mere moment his eyes latched onto yours, the dulled out greens of them catching in the sunlight. In a surprised state, you gave him a smile.

♡ He seemed a little taken aback by this, eyes widening.

♡ Was that a bad idea?

♡ Sometime during your staring, the two seemed to have come over.

♡ Long story short, you were introduced, with context as to how Hajime knew you, and of course the realisation had occurred that you did not possess an ultimate.

♡ It honestly didn’t go as bad as you expected, with Nagito just pausing before quietly going “Oh, that’s a shame.”

♡ However, this seemed to prompt you to ask if he wanted a friendship bracelet. Stubborn determination, perhaps?

♡ To see you be so kind despite his comment towards you honestly touched Nagito to some degree. It made him feel a little guilty as well.

♡ That’s probably what prompted the soft spot he held for you.

♡ Fast forward sometime into the future, and you’d managed to somehow befriend Nagito. You’d text him pretty much everyday, show genuine interest in him as an individual, as well as actively aim to spend time with him whenever you could.

♡ Through the friendship you’d formed with Nagito, you’d gathered quite a bit of understanding for him. It was hard for a while, since he’s not the most clear in communicating, but you got there.

♡ Eventually, you began to realise you were beginning to develop a crush on the guy.

♡ This crush turned into sincere affection, which soon turned into love.

♡ Which brings us to the present.

♡ Honestly, you’ve become a total simp for Nagito. You’d do anything for him, and you do. You text him good morning and good night, you always hype him up, and you love bringing him little gifts whenever you can. You also just really enjoy talking to him.

♡ It confuses him greatly, and he’ll tell you that. He constantly goes on about how he doesn’t deserve such treatment, not from anyone.

♡ “I can’t understand why you’re so merciful, so gracious, to someone like me,” he’ll tell you, unprompted or prompted, “I don’t deserve such devotion…”

♡ “Well, I happen to think you do,” you’d say “I think you deserve the world.”

♡ Needless to say you absolutely devoted yourself to him. Somehow, you not possessing an Ultimate seemed to not be as much as an issue as you thought.

♡ If anything, it made him feel somewhat more comfortable around you. He seemed to feel slightly more at ease because a root cause of his inferiority was not there. Nagito’s always seen himself as worthless, below everyone he used to attend Hope’s Peak with, so for you to lack an Ultimate in a way made Nagito feel more on a level with you.

♡ You enjoyed his company, to say the least.

♡ However, there was a thought that had been nagging at your mind for a while now.

♡ You wanted to take him out.

♡ “Not…Not that sort of “take out”!” you remembered exclaiming, directing your self-correction towards Hajime as you threw yourself onto his beanbag, “I just wanna make him feel special…”

♡ You remember hanging your head bashfully at this, shaking it.

♡ Hajime idly shrugged, “Try it,” he told you, “Ask him.”

♡ “No,” you recalled yourself mumbling, “No, I couldn’t. I’m not exactly…”

♡ “Exactly what?”

♡ “His…Uhm…” you struggled, “Not exactly type, but…I don’t know. Even if I was, I just don’t think he’d ever consider me because of my plainness.”

♡ “Your plainness?” Hajime remarked, squinting, “As far as I’m concerned, the only plain thing about you is that you never attended Hope’s Peak as an Ultimate. You have a lot of life in you though and, if anything, I’m the plain one.”

♡ “Besides,” he added, “I think Nagito…cares about you, genuinely. With him and I, there was a lot of work that had to be done, but with you…”

♡ …

♡ “Well, he just seemed to latch onto you instantly, right? Sure, at first he was rocky because of our similarity, but…he let go of it a lot faster with you than he did for me.”

♡ “I’d personally go over everything between the two of you, mentally of course. I don’t see a reason why you couldn’t ask him out on a date.”

♡ So, that’s what you did. You thought things over, analysed everything, observed his dedication, observed your dedication.

♡ However, you just couldn’t shake the feeling that what you were planning to do would backfire horribly.

♡ There was always something at the back of your mind that made you anxious.

♡ You’d have everything planned out, rehearse what you wanted to say, and then when the time came you absolutely crumbled.

♡ You eventually decided maybe asking via text was better, rather than whenever you and Nagito managed to interact physically, but even then it was a struggle.

♡ On the other side of things, Nagito was beginning to get the sense there was something you wanted.

♡ I mean, you messaged him rather frequently, always seeming to want to say more than what was said.

♡ When he saw you in person, the air seemed a little shy.

♡ He wasn’t sure if it was something to do with his luck, either that or you were beginning to tire of him.

♡ Something about the latter theory made him ache in a way he didn’t think he quite could.

♡ It felt…nice, talking to you.

♡ Nagito struggled a lot with interacting, never quite understanding social cues, and often had his luck bail on him.

♡ However, this time around, it seemed to bless him.

♡ You were so patient with him, so kind to him, devoted even…

♡ It startled him. He didn’t expect, nor was he used to it.

♡ Yet still, you made yourself present, even after he’d judged you so harshly that first time he saw you…? Even though there were so many other people out there, so many people to befriend?

♡ Goodness me…

♡ He was flattered, of course, but back to the original point.

♡ He knew there was something on your mind and, eventually, he started trying to subtly ask about it.

♡ Either you didn’t understand his meaning, or you were intentionally ignoring the subject, it did not work and he was left wondering.

♡ Your choice to show consideration for him and befriend him immediately set in a newfound feeling of slight hope for Nagito which, in turn, created a soft spot. He really did care for you, and tried to do everything right. He didn’t know whether he was being a good friend, and he felt he likely wasn’t.

♡ But, truthfully, he cared dearly for you.

♡ You, on the other hand, weren’t sure if you were worthy of having his friendship; let alone the privilege of taking him out on a date.

♡ You kept trying to motivate yourself, going over what to say, but that question of anxiety kept appearing.

♡ It wasn’t even entirely about the fact you were talentless, you were just…scared.

♡ But you knew you had to bite the bullet someday. After all, you’d hung out with him plenty of times as a friend, so why would this be any different?

♡ Well…you supposed it would be a little different, but you’d already been alone with Nagito and you knew how to take his energy. In a similar fashion, he’d grown comfortable with yours.

♡ You just hoped he didn’t become cruel when you decided to ask.

♡ As you approached Nagito after a group hangout with Hajime, you were so frightened.

♡ It had been a month of you deliberating asking him and, with Hajime’s advice in mind, you decided to.

♡ Confidence had finally sided with you. You’d spent the past month planning, debating asking, searching for places he’d enjoy; or things he’d like to do. Nagito was most definitely the type of person to just happily let the other party make all the decisions, but you wanted it to be something he’d like too.

♡ Assuming he’d agree, anyway…

♡ Regardless, you knew you had to try at some point.

♡ Nervously, you caught up to him, calling out.

♡ When the time came to ask, your mind was so scrambled.

♡ There you were, middle of the park, struggling to find your words even though just five seconds ago they were so well-prepared.

♡ And there Nagito was, just standing there, oh so patiently waiting.

♡ His face displayed no irritation, no judgement, just mere curiosity.

♡ You had to take a moment.

♡ “Y/N,” you heard him say, voice gentle, though prompting, “Is…Is there something you need?”

♡ You looked at him, analysing his features. You took in the way his eyes glistened as he squinted, hues of grey and green catching in the sun.

♡ Inhaling sharply, you stared back at him.

♡ Oh, he was adorable…

♡ Sheepish nerves clung to you as your head dipped, fumbling with your hands once the words began to come out.

♡ “Well, it’s not exactly a need,” you began, glancing back up at him meekly, “It’s…Well, for me maybe but…not in that kind of…”

♡ You took a moment, apologising.

♡ Nagito laughed at this, which only seemed to make you shoot back into silence.

♡ “What is it, Y/N?” he asked, neither threatening or impatient, just curious, gentle.

♡ “Nagito,” you swallowed your panic, raising your head, “I don’t know if this is the right way of approaching this topic but…”

♡ “But…?”

♡ “I really value you as a friend. I love your company so very much but…but recently I’ve been starting to ponder on some things.”

♡ You took a second, gathering yourself.

♡ “I really do enjoy the times we have together, Nagito. You’re wonderful, and it’s because of this that I was wondering, and you can say no, but I was wondering if you’d…”

♡ …

♡ “Would you like to go out on a date with me?”

♡ …

♡ You hung your head for a second, terrified, before hearing quiet laughter from in front of you.

♡ You slowly looked up, anxious to see his reaction, only to see that Nagito’s face was glowing.

♡ His lips had slowly grown into a relieved smile, flattery ever present through the red that adorned his pale skin.

♡ He looked at you softly, tilting his head, eyebrows dipped in a sympathetic manner.

♡ Overall he seemed…happy. Grateful, even.

♡ It surprised you, but as you looked at him, his laughter faded.

♡ With it, came a steady, but certain, nod.

♡ You felt yourself grin, the terror leaving your body.

♡ And Nagito seemed to know.

#danganronpa imagines #danganronpa scenarios #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #x reader #goodbye despair #nagito komeada x reader #nagito komaeda #talentless! reader

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sunflowersandsapphires · 4 months

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All This World Could Give Me

Of Oak and Ivy, Chapter 4

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pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader

summary: In college, Matt Murdock had two best friends, Foggy Nelson and you. However, life had no intention of letting you graduate with him. When he reconnects with you in adulthood, he is troubled to see the hand God has dealt you and vows to use every tool at his disposal to save you from damnation.

warnings: swearing, possessive/slightly pervy Matt (he’s 18 y’all, cut him some slack), implied sexual activity, non-graphic descriptions of masturbation, religious conversations and catholic imagery

I’m ignoring canon a bit here and pretending Matt and Lantom were already close. Sue me.

a/n: I know it's been too long since I posted for this WIP and this is the last chapter I have finished writing so I'm posting it an hour early. But I'm going to try really hard to update this one more consistently because I know it's a fan favorite. As always, comments and reblogs are much appreciated! They give me fuel to write.

w/c: 3.7k (Next chapter is much longer, I promise)

Matt had known you for 11 weeks. Less than 80 days in his life and his heart had practically carved you an altar, ready to worship a new God. His devotion to you was ardent—and it terrified him.

You deserved more than he could provide, that much was still true, but he couldn’t help the searing pain in his chest when you talked about your new boyfriend. Everett. Just mentioning his name sparked twin blooms of heat in your cheeks and waves of arousal to cloud around you. It was enough to make Matt nauseous.

A few weeks ago, your new beau had been no more than an unknown peer to the three of you, but it had taken him all of three days to coil around you like a serpent–prying you from Matt’s undying grasp. The two of you had met at Oscar’s homecoming house party and had apparently “totally hit it off”. Two days after that, you’d excitedly reconnected at a Civil Procedure study session that he’d spearheaded with your own TA. After an hour of flirty glances and pointed compliments bouncing between the pair of you, he’d offered to take you out for a late dinner. Stupidly, Matt had assumed you’d invite him and Foggy along, like you had when your last suitor had asked you out, but you’d bid a hasty goodbye to your friends before letting Everett escort you to his favorite diner.

In the 2 weeks since then, your friends had barely seen you. Dates with Everett had become so frequent that you’d been skipping or rescheduling your semi-weekly study sessions and miscellaneous hangouts were shorter than ever. Characteristically, Foggy had been much more understanding of the shift in your behavior.

“Cut her some slack, Murdock. This is her first adult relationship. She’s excited!” The blond reasoned, nudging Matt’s slumped shoulder with a knowing smirk.

“I don’t know, Fog. Something’s…off about him.”

Snorting, Foggy rolled his eyes. “The only thing ‘off’ about it is that our little jitterbug is dating him instead of you.” His accusation was only a murmur, but the sentiment still hit Matt like a truck.

Your involvement with someone should’ve been a blessing. An opportunity for him to get over his unrequited feelings and move on with his life without jeopardizing one of the two friendships he’d ever had. Still, he couldn’t shake the unease he felt around the guy. They’d only interacted once, when you’d introduced them during the study session, but one short conversation was all Matt’s conscience needed to condemn the man.

Though he was well aware that you preferred to show your love through kind words and soft touches, the sound of your pulse skipping when you'd entangled your hand with Everett’s continued to haunt him. Your intentions were as sweet as ever, but he couldn’t help but worry about your counterpart. His senses were bombarded with pheromones whenever he was around you, and the majority of them were not yours. It was like the guy knew exactly how to get under Matt’s skin and had taken to coating you in his cologne before allowing you out of his sight.

If it was possible, his mind was more occupied with thoughts of you than ever. Being in the same room with you was torturous, every molecule in his body buzzing with indignation at the thought that someone else had claimed you. Every mention of your relationship had him biting his tongue until it bled.

Amazingly, he’d been able to restrain his frustration at the beginning of your relationship, preventing himself from snapping at you. However, given that he was only human, his willpower could only withstand so much. The last straw was the fresh bruising on your neck that had appeared the morning after a “study date” with Everett. It couldn’t have taken much effort to disguise, but Matt could still feel the heat pooling in three mouth-shaped marks along your satiny skin.

As you sat beside him at the bookstore counter, you absentmindedly ran a finger over the neckline of your shirt, your heart fluttering as a nail scraped over the highest of the imprints. If Matt hadn’t been so in tune with you and your body, he wouldn’t have thought twice about the tiny sigh that escaped your lips–but he knew you like the back of his own hand, and the sound nearly broke him.

Noticing the way he stiffened, your brow furrowed. “You ok?” You asked kindly, shifting nearer to him.

Normally, he savored the warmth of your proximity, but today the combination of your closeness and the metallic taste of blood emanating from your various hickeys ignited a fury within him.

“Fine.” He muttered, turning the page of his book.

“Ok, let me rephrase. Did you want to talk about whatever is obviously bothering you?” You reached out to run a hand along his arm, wafting a cloud of spicy cologne towards him.

Jerking away from your touch, and nearly careening out of his seat in the process, Matt shook his head. “No. I’m good, thanks.”

Your breathing stuttered, but you shook it off quickly. “Alright, let me know if you change your mind.” Matt desperately tried to ignore the twist in his gut at the hurt that flooded your tone, to no avail.

The two of you stewed in the silence, pretending to study until the bell chimed—signaling a new presence. Matt had been so tangled up in his own guilt and regret that he hadn't noticed the familiar man approaching the store. Surely, God was laughing at his misfortune about now—his bad luck had to be cosmic.

“Evs!” You squealed, rushing out from behind the counter to hug him. After exchanging a nauseatingly lengthy kiss, you wrapped an arm around his waist and gestured to the other boy, still sitting by the register. “You remember Matt, right?”

“Uh yah. How's it goin', man?” Everett gave a rigid nod in Matt's direction, not diverting an ounce of his attention from where it rested on you.

Plastering on his phoniest smile, Matt lifted his hand in a wave. “Not too bad. You?“

”Oh you know, same old.“ The older student brushed off Matt's polite question in favor of pulling you more tightly against him. With a giggle, you let him kiss you again, standing on your tiptoes to reach him.

”What are you doing here?“ You chuckled, tilting your head to the side as his lips traveled over the bruises he'd left the night before. Matt's stomach rolled at the resulting haze of arousal around you.

”Came to see you. Missed you so much, baby.“ Everett murmured between pecks.

“I missed you too. But I'm working for another two hours.” You pushed his chest, breaking the seal of his lips along your skin.

“That's ok, I'm a very patient man.” Your paramour purred, stepping away to let you take your seat again.

Giggling, you leaned forward on the counter. Everett, as classy as ever, didn't hide the way his eyes drifted straight to your cleavage. Didn't he know that you were more than an object for his use and pleasure?

“Want to sit with us? We're reading for Torts. I can get you a chair...“ You trailed off, craning your neck to find a spare stool for him.

Clearing his throat, Matt stood. ”He can have mine. I forgot, I have plans tonight.“

You pursed your lips, studying your friend as he packed up his things. Unperturbed, Everett quickly slid in beside you. ”Thanks, bro.”

“No problem, bro.” Matt mimicked, shouldering his bag and tipping his head towards you. “See you tomorrow.”

“Um, ok. Have a good night, Matty.” You offered, relaxing slightly when he smiled back at you.

“You too, bug.” As he escaped the harrowing atmosphere, he heard Everett's seemingly innocent question.

“Bug?” The pure envy dripping from the word was enough to break Matt's face into a proud smirk.

Seemingly unaware of the budding rivalry, you laughed. 'It's a long story.“

Swiping his cane along the ground forcefully, Matt gulped in the chilly autumn air in an attempt to soothe his pounding heart. The scent of your and Everett’s combined arousal lingered on his coat, in his nose, across his tongue. Every inhale fueled his rage, and he needed to let it out.

Thankfully, there was a place that could offer him solace despite the late hour.

Plastic tapping along asphalt, he masterfully wove through the crowds and down the streets until reaching the musty building he'd been searching for. The door was ajar, propped open with a mop bucket. Steel hinges creaked as he pried open the door, stepping around the cleaning supplies and into the familiar space.

Taking careful steps across the damp concrete, he let his eyes fall closed as the sounds of swinging chains and the ever-present scent of sweat brought him back to his childhood. Blurry images of men with comically red gloves and worn vinyl punching bags flashed through his mind, interspersed with a fading picture of his late father. Swallowing roughly, he continued his march into the empty space, running a hand over the eroded ropes in the center of the room.

”Sorry kid, we're closed,“ A gruff voice broke through the silence.

Shuffling away from the boxing ring, Matt raised a hand in apology. “Sorry, uh, it's been a while since I—“

“You're Battlin' Jack's boy, ain't ya?” The older man cut him off, stepping towards Matt and giving him a once over.

Matt's jaw trembled with emotion, but he nodded slowly. “Uh, yes sir, I am.”

“Been a long time since I've seen ya 'round, kid. Life been good to ya?“ The janitor asked, swiping the mop head across the floor and diverting his gaze from Matt.

”It's been alright. The gym doing ok?“ Shifting from foot to foot, Matt suddenly felt exposed. It had been foolish to assume this place would welcome him back in the middle of the night.

”Not too bad, had to cut our hours though. Ya know how it is.“

Matt nodded politely. ”I understand. I'm sorry to intrude,“ Grasping his cane, he started for the door but the older man stopped him.

”Wait, wait. I ain't gonna kick ya out, kid. You're practically family, come here whenever ya'd like.“

”Are you sure? I don't want to impose.“

”Course I'm sure. I've gotta head home—just lock up for me, will ya?”

Heavy steps shuffled closer to Matt, an outstretched hand offering a worn key. Accepting the jagged brass object, a bloom of warmth filled Matt's chest. “Oh I...I mean—”

The man laughed heartily. ”It ain't gonna bite ya. Just don't leave the lights on too long and we're golden.“

”I'm sure that won't be a problem.“ Matt snorted.

Chuckling deeply, the other man clapped him on the shoulder. ”Fair enough. Use the key whenever you'd like, kid. Don't be a stranger.“

”Thank you, um...“

”Ron, Ron Clark. Nice to see ya again.“

”Thank you, Ron. Have a good night.“

”You too.“ Another squeeze of Matt's shoulder and the other man headed out.

Standing still for a moment, Matt turned the key over in his palm, savoring the swell of pride and gratitude before slipping the chunk of metal into his pocket and stripping out of his coat.

It hadn't been too long since he'd trained, but he was definitely rusty. His muscles practically shrieked beneath his skin as he ran through some exercises Stick used to drill him with, stationed at a spare punching bag. The punches he threw were wobbly and his stance was crooked, but the repetitive motion still began to drain the tension from his shoulders.

Adjusting his position, the corners of his mouth twitched upwards as he fell back into a familiar rhythm. The solid weight of the sand against his knuckles chipped away at the darkness that had been swirling around him for days. Each hit was deliberate and, telling himself it was just to work on his accuracy, he started envisioning Everett's face being pummeled by his fists. Though he'd never seen it, Matt was more than happy bombarding the vague idea of your boyfriend with precise hits.

Everett. Evs. The boy who swept you off your feet before Matt could even work up the nerve to tell you how he felt. A man who simultaneously paid Matt no mind and was far too invested in the blind man's connection to you. Were his feelings for you so obvious that your boyfriend felt the need to drive a wedge between the pair of you?

You never seemed to mind Matt's flirting and general touchiness, though he wasn't sure if you were aware that you drew that side of him out more often than anyone else. Everett seemed to know, given the way he had so easily marked your delicate skin.

Growling, Matt drove his hands into the swinging cylinder with more force. Was Everett the only guy allowed to hangout with you? To hug you? To rest your head against his shoulder? He could mark you up all he wanted, it wouldn't stop Matt from holding your hand or kissing your cheek or thinking about kissing every goddamn inch of you as your heart pounded.

Anger churned in his gut at the thought of the cocky 3rd year claiming every inch of you, drawing sounds out of you that Matt could only imagine.

His cock twitched as he fantasized. What would it be like to claim you as his, have you wrapped around him—underneath him. Would you sound like any of the other girls he'd been with? There was no doubt you'd sound sweeter. Mewling at his touches, screaming his name when he inevitably made you climax.

Panting breathlessly as phantom cries of pleasure ricocheted off the perimeter of his skull, Matt's logic and consideration flew out the window as he ripped off his tight jeans—all thoughts centered on your gorgeous figure and how you already responded to him.

Your past relationships had been so underwhelming that a few hickeys got you riled up? Matt could blow that out of the water. He doubted Everett was a very giving partner, he'd have to make that up to you. Would you want him to please you? To taste you? Matt was sure you tasted divine.

His back arched off of the cool concrete as he came, hand unwittingly wrapped around his cock. As his arousal faded, guilt came crashing in. He couldn't help if thoughts of you slipped in when he touched himself in the comforts of his room but coming in public at the idea of tasting you? He needed help.

Blushing furiously, he ran to the locker rooms to clean himself up.

Shaking her head at the sound of mischievous giggling, Maggie pinched out the last of the candles and began walking toward the double doors. “You know, this is your last chance to leave the chapel before the ghosts arrive.” She spoke calmly, not turning her head toward the two boys crouched behind a pew to her left.

A small, hesitant voice piped up. ”Ghosts?“ The other boy shushed the first, resulting in a small scuffle.

Stifling a smile, she nodded gravely, pausing by an empty pew within eyesight of the troublemakers. “That's right. Darn building is full of them. Nasty little spirits who like to haunt little boys.”

“They what!!?” One of the boys asked, horrified.

“Yep. They like to chase them around, pull out their hair, and force them to eat vegetables.”

Shrieking, the young boys darted out from behind the bench and ran quickly out the door towards the dormitory.

Preening at her accomplishment, she was about to lock up when a new voice startled her.

“Still using the ghost method, huh?”

Whirling around, she brought a hand up to rest on her heart when she recognized the young man before her. Huffing out an irritated breath, she greeted him. “Matthew.”

Nervously, he returned the curt nod she gave him. “Sister.”

“It's nice to see you, though I will be the first to tell you we do not have space to board grown men.”

Chuckling, Matt adjusted his grip on his cane. “Your faith in me is endless, Sister. I still have a place to live, I just came for confession.”

Crossing her arms, Maggie raised a brow. “It's a bit late for confession, Matthew. Come back tomorrow.”

”I know it's late, I just—“

“Matthew,” Father Lantom appeared in the entrance to the chapel, expression and tone much more appreciative of Matt's presence than Maggie seemed. “It's nice to see you, son. How is it out there?”

Smiling proudly, Matt leaned into the hand Lantom placed on his shoulder. “It's wonderful, Father. I'm sorry to have disturbed you, I'll come back tomorrow like Sister Maggie suggested.” The Father's grasp on his arm tightened marginally.

”Nonsense. You are always welcome here. Did you want to sit in the Confessional, or can I offer you a cup of tea first?“

Jaw tightening as his ears rang with Maggie's incredulous scoff, he shook his head. “No, I shouldn't have come, I—“

“Maggie, would you mind lighting a few candles? Matthew, have a seat. I'll be back with something for you to drink. Is chamomile ok?”

Nodding apprehensively, Matt shuffled over to a bench and sat down, turning the foam handle of his cane in his palms as Lantom headed off.

His pulse pounded in the tense silence as Maggie lit three of the lanterns closest to him.

“I'm sorry, Sister, I wasn't thinking—”

“You weren't. Though it seems the Father is still happy to indulge your whims, even if you aren't our responsibility any more.”

Ducking his head in embarrassment, Matt chewed the inside of his cheek, the Sister's scolding stoking his towering flames of guilt. “I can still leave.”

“I think the time for that has passed, Matthew.” Sitting at the opposite end of the pew, she sighed. “Is school everything you hoped for?”

The question was an obvious olive branch, and Matt accepted it gratefully. “It's a very different environment. Full of sin, you'd hate it.”

Maggie chuckled, weaving her fingers together and studying the boy. He looked well enough, apprehensive and ashamed, sure, but fed and rested. He'd clearly been taking decent care of himself, which is more than she could've asked for.

Firm steps echoed in the cavernous building as Lantom returned, holding a carefully balanced tray of three ceramic cups. “Maggie, I assume you'll be joining us?” He gave her a pointed look and she resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

“I'd love to.” She smiled, accepting one of the steaming cups.

Matt smirked at her exaggerated apathy, accepting his own drink. “Thank you both. I'm sorry for my timing.”

“Our doors are always open for you, Matthew. What did you feel the need to confess?”

Blushing at the reminder of his unholy actions, he sighed. “I've been...preoccupied as of late, with...impure thoughts. And I'm not quite sure how to reconcile that.”

Listening to Maggie's heart stutter, it seemed she was equally uncomfortable with her presence in this conversation, yet she made no attempt to leave.

Father Lantom, on the other hand, nodded thoughtfully. “Sinful thoughts are different from sinful actions Matthew. Our minds cannot be controlled to the same degree.”

“I know that, it's just...” Scrubbing a hand over his face, Matt grit his teeth in frustration. “These thoughts, they're mostly about one girl. And they've become more frequent since she began dating someone else.”

“You're close with this girl?” Lantom asked, tilting his head in brief understanding.

Matt nodded mournfully, raking fingers through his hair. “Very. She's one of two friends I have and one of the best people I've ever known. But, lately, I can't even be in the same room as her without getting angry because...because she's not mine.”

Maggie blew out an exasperated breath. “Women are not possessions, Matthew.”

“I know that! I just mean,I—” Spluttering, Matt failed to find the words to justify his admission. God, he was just as bad as Everett.

“Take a breath, my child.” Father Lantom instructed. “Have you told this girl how you feel?”

Shaking his head, eyes wide, Matt's words were more forceful than intended. “No, God no!”

“Language.” Maggie scolded.

“Forgive me, Sister. I'm just...terrified that I'll lose her. And I feel like I can no longer control myself, which means I might lose her anyways.” Blinking rapidly to dry the tears forming in his eyes, Matt snapped his jaw shut before his emotions began to crack the steadiness of his voice.

“Quite the predicament you've landed yourself in, poor boy.” Lantom squeezed Matt's forearm reassuringly, gazing upwards in thought. “As uncertain as it can seem, His plan for us is often for our own good, Matthew. Perhaps, your friend's involvement with another is a path for you to settle for the friendship you have, at least for the time being.”

“If that was his plan, then why does it feel like she's slipping away?” His words were quiet, dense with fear and shame.

“Love makes people do stupid things, Matthew,” Maggie remarked. “Does she know that you think she's been distant?”

“No,” Matt admitted.

“Tell her then, you ridiculous boy.” Maggie encouraged, voice softening as she added, “If she chooses to change her behavior, well, it's up to you how to proceed.”

Lantom nodded, “As for your own thoughts, that's a bit tricky. Speaking with her and focusing on a platonic relationship might help, it might not. Remember that God searches the heart and tests the mind, this might simply be a test of your connection to this woman or of your own patience.”

“He is definitely testing my patience.” Matt muttered, drawing laughs out of both Maggie and Lantom. “Thank you both for listening, and for your assistance. I'll get out of your hair now.”

“It was lovely to see you, Matthew. We can discuss the outcome of your conversation the next time you attend Mass.” The pastor stood, allowing Matt to exit the pew.

“Take care, Matthew.” Maggie lifted a hand in goodbye as the two watched the younger boy retreat.

Thank you for reading my lovelies!

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