#the kiss is not meant as a show of vulnerability or honestly

[kougaonn]

the fact that crowley kisses aziraphale with his sunglasses on is haunting me

#the kiss is not meant as a show of vulnerability or honestly #even love. it's crowley's attempt to make aziraphale decide not to go to heaven again. it's his last ditch attempt #text #good omens #go2 spoilers #considering that the sunglasses become an indicator of vulnerability #crowley putting them back on before the kiss just adds more fuel to the fire of #and it makes me crazy #MY TAGS

[twilightcitysky]

Everything Is Meant (long S2 analysis, part 3)

Part one

Part two

There's SO MUCH excellent meta out there right now, and I'm going to try not to reinvent the wheel too much, but I want to keep going with tying the episodes/ elements up together because on first watch it wasn't entirely clear how everything fit. I also strongly recommend a rewatch, no matter what you felt about the ending... if you need to stop it 10 minutes early, do that, but you pick up so much more the second time around.

So: Maggie and Nina. I spent most of my first watch wondering why we were bothering with them, honestly. Later in the season Nina, and then Maggie and Nina, gave Crowley some insightful advice, but their actual relationship didn't progress despite all the meddling, and the amount of emotional investment BOTH Aziraphale and Crowley had in making them get together was frankly strange.

I started thinking in terms of mirror couples, since that was such a big deal in S1 and that's clearly what they were set up to be, but I made the mistake that all of us made on first watch: that Nina was Crowley and Maggie was Aziraphale. It still wasn't really coming together.

Then I put the psych hat back on and started to think about displacement. Displacement is a defense mechanism, and it consists of satisfying an impulse (usually an unconscious one) with a substitute object. At the beginning of the season, Aziraphale and Crowley aren't really in a good place, and I think on some level they know that. Aziraphale is trying to SHOW Crowley that he wants to take the next step through all the casual touches and phone calls and inviting him in, and feeling frustrated because Crowley doesn't seem to be taking the bait. (I absolutely think that Aziraphale tried to get Crowley to stay with him at the bookshop instead of living in his CAR, and Crowley said no. That's a whole other meta.) Meanwhile, Crowley, I think, is waiting for a Grand Gesture. Where did he go, as soon as Aziraphale brought up trying to get two humans to fall in love? Romantic tropes. Getting caught in the rain under an awning. A dramatic kiss that opens someone's eyes. That's the sort of thing he's always done, right? Big rescues, impassioned pleas on the street, fancy dinners, "give you a lift anywhere you want to go". He's defensive and guarded and unlikely to let someone in unless he's CERTAIN he won't be rejected, and Aziraphale's approaches are just too... quiet. No one's fault, they just don't speak the same language.

Then, they're handed the opportunity to make two humans fall in love, and they're both All In immediately. Look at Crowley's face when he summons the rainstorm. This is HUGE for him. Why? Because of displacement. Look at Aziraphale arranging the ball and being borderline deranged about it. They're both desperate to demonstrate what they think it takes for two people to move past their misunderstandings and fall in love. They can't do it for each other because the stakes are too high, and if either of them shows their cards unequivocally the vulnerability feels life-shattering. They're codependent and terrified of rejection and also, importantly, have no idea what they're doing when it comes to love. "Saw it in a film", Crowley says. Aziraphale's read about it in books. But they have zero practical experience.

Instead of learning to communicate, they try to say what they want to say through the medium of Maggie and Nina, up to and including the questionable moral decision to exert control over people's actions and thoughts during the ball. If I can just make this come out right, they both think, then things between us will be alright too. It HAS to come out right. They're attempting to gain some control over their own lives, over something that feels so overwhelming and shattering they can't look directly at it.

It doesn't come out right. Nina's relationship falls apart, but that doesn't mean she's in love with Maggie. While Crowley's stress-cleaning the bookshop to the music that played when Aziraphale got his books back in 1941 (just fuck me up David Arnold), they come in and tell him so. "I don't understand", says Crowley. Because it should have worked. Why didn't it work?

They tell him, of course. "You need to talk to each other. Say what you're really thinking." But here's the thing about communication: you have to learn it. You need to get the hang of expressing your feelings without blaming your partner, and separating intent from impact, and staying away from getting defensive and lashing out. No one has ever taught Aziraphale and Crowley how to do this. It's like Maggie and Nina put Crowley in front of a loom and asked him to recreate the Bayeux Tapestry. He doesn't have the skills; he's always going to get it wrong, even if he tries his hardest.

And he does try. But that's where Maggie and Nina the mirror couple, rather than Maggie and Nina the displacement relationship or Maggie and Nina the Greek chorus, come in. Aziraphale, as Nina, has just ended an incredibly toxic, invasive relationship with Heaven. A relationship that invaded every facet of his life, isolated him, and prevented him from being close to anyone else. "Rebound mess," Nina says. Aziraphale is a rebound mess. He's transferred the responsibility for his emotional wellness to Crowley. Crowley is the person he calls when he's in trouble, or (and this is key) when he wants to report a clever/ good thing he's done, or when he's bored. (At no point did Crowley reference Aziraphale calling him for a solicitous reason-- another problem.) Crowley is meant to take care of him. He forgets, I think, that Crowley is a person with his own wants and needs, just like Maggie and Nina are people with their own wants and needs who don't appreciate being messed with. (I think things would have been much different had Aziraphale BEEN THERE for Maggie and Nina's talk with Crowley, but he wasn't.)

And Maggie-as-Crowley? Lonely. Behind on rent, at risk of being evicted (it's important to note that Aziraphale saves Maggie from losing her record shop, as he couldn't save Crowley from losing his flat). Pining. Awkward. Revolving around Nina like a planet, to the extent that we don't get much of an impression of her otherwise. They realize, there at the end, that they both need to round themselves out before jumping into a relationship. Aziraphale and Crowley need that too. They need to take time apart and learn to be healthy on their own. Unfortunately they don't have the skills to get to that conclusion in a healthy way, so it all explodes in their faces and everything falls apart.

Aziraphale tries to teach Nina and Maggie to dance as a substitute for communication. Nina and Maggie try to teach Crowley communication as a substitute for the dance they've been doing around each other. That's the reason they're a part of the plot: they exist to demonstrate the way Aziraphale and Crowley might have succeeded in forging a better dynamic. Sadly, the boys' dance is too practiced and they got sucked right back into it.

It's okay, I think, that Nina and Maggie's storyline never really went anywhere. It wasn't supposed to. It's an allegory, not something that needs to stand alone.

#good omens #good omens meta #good omens analysis #good omens season 2 #gos2 #good omens season two #crowley #aziraphale #maggie #nina #defense mechanisms #the psychology of good omens #everything is meant #ineffable husbands

[jujutsukatsuki]

Katsuki Bakugou wasn’t raised to be loving. Masaru tried his best to be a doting father and teach love. But,,, Mitsuki is stuck in her ways.

But you. You showed up, seemingly out of no where and loved him. You loved Bakugou Katsuki and weren’t afraid to scream it to the world.

That scared him.

The idea of being vulnerable with another person in a romantic way? Bakugou has fought against criminals, against the LOV, not much scared him.

But here you were with your pretty smile, the most gorgeous laugh, an amazing personality. I mean you were you and you are pretty amazing.

It took awhile before bakugou would eventually soften up. Let himself open up and be vulnerable with you. Eventually he let you see things that no one else did.

His fear of being kidnapped. His fear of losing. His fear of being nothing.

Now of course, you could only fix him to an extend. Encourage him to be better, to be vulnerable, to love more things in life.

Bakugou smiled as he watched you walk around a farmers market. A wicker basket in hand, a bright pink sundress hugging your frame with a pretty hat to protect you from the sun. You and Bakugou were meeting up at the farmers market. He hadn’t arrived yet, or so you thought.

He took a moment to admire how beautiful you were, the way your eyes lit up as you looked at some cute handmade decorations at one of the booths. He took a picture. Katsuki wasn’t normally one to stop and take pictures, but you were living breathing art. He had too.

Eventually, you felt arms around your waist and a husky voice in your ear. “Hello sweet girl.” He hummed. You smiled wide and spun in his arms to hug him tight. “Suki!” You giggled as you were picked up just so your feet were off the ground.

He couldn’t help himself, he spun you around, letting out a small laugh as you squealed and put a hand on top of your sunhat to keep it from blowing away as a gust of wind seemingly had perfect timing.

“Suki!” You laughed as he put you down, this drew a bit of attention, most people recognizing the pro hero but chose not to do anything. He was with his loved one. And a lot of people were still scared of him.

That day was one of the best Bakugou had. He loved the way you’d giggle at anything, loved the way you’d hold his hand tightly. Loved the way that if you were going through a crowd, you’d let him hold your waist and guide you through it.

While being sat at his house, a glass of wine in your hand, some comfy clothes replaced your sundress and a blanket was thrown over the two of you. Thighs brushed against one another, his arm around your shoulders. A random show on tv.

“I love you Y/n.” He didn’t dare look at you for the fear of rejection. What if he mistook all the moments you two had shared? What if he wasn’t good enough? Wasn’t vulnerable enough?

You giggle and gently grab his jaw to make him look at you.

“I love you too Katsuki Bakugou.” You pull his face closer to yours by the grip you have on the lower half of his face. You kiss gently.

Lips curled into smiles, heartbeats pounded against rip cages, palms sweated nitroglycerin.

Nervous. You made him nervous. But honestly? He wouldn’t have it any other way.

Bakugou Katsuki wasn’t raised with a lot of love in the household. He had to be taught what love meant. Feel what love meant. Understand what love meant.

And from what he learned, felt and understood.

He knew that he loved you.

#bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #Bakugo katsuki x reader #Bakugou katsuki x reader #my hero academia x reader #mha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #bnha x reader

[plussizeficchick]

Chubby Chaser!Gojo Headcannons

Happy Valentines Day guys💕💕since I got no valentine, gonna make Gojo want me👏🏾😂no but in all seriousness..

It’s time we talk about Chubby Chaser!Gojo

Chubby Chaser!Gojo who had to do a double take when he first caught sight of you in the infirmary with Shoko. You’re new.

Chubby Chaser!Gojo who makes it a point to introduce himself to you. He’s applying pressure, that’s for sure, but you’re familiar with his type. Talk a big game, can NEVER back it up. You wave off his attempts at flirtation and Gojo can already tell he has his work cut out for him.

That’s fine, he’s always loved a challenge.

Chubby Chaser!Gojo who greets you with an enthusiastic “hello (y/nn)!” with whatever treat he picked up from the bakery on his way to work. He tries, you’ll give him that, if there’s ever something you don’t like, he’ll take it for himself and gift you what he originally had. It’s cute, you’ll admit, but it’s gonna take more than baked goods to roll you over.

So he ups the ante.

Chubby Chaser!Gojo who purposely gets himself injured so he can see your cute chunky face more often. It’s comical to you honestly, one of the greatest sorcerers to exist and he allows himself to get hurt for the sake of seeing you. Okay, maybe he’s not as bad as you think.

Chubby Chaser!Gojo whose compliments become more and more authentic and thoughtful as you spend time together. What started with “you look beautiful today, (Y/N)” transitioned into “I feel safe being vulnerable with you.” It had taken you aback at first, the great Gojo Satoru doesn’t allow himself vulnerability, so for him to so openly admit that tugs on your heartstrings.

Chubby Chaser!Gojo who waits until it’s the most romantic day of the year to ask you on a date. He went all out, had the kids decorate the infirmary in a way that displayed how much you meant to him, but was also easy to work around. He was nervous, terrified if he was going to be honest with himself, before he realized that no matter how this turned out, you’d still be the best thing to ever happen to him.

Chubby Chaser!Gojo who feels the wind get knocked out of him when he sees you walk through the door. He swears every time he sees you he falls in love all over again. He can’t help but picture a life where it’s the two of you, no curses. You’re making coffee for the both of you as he has his arms wrapped around your waist, his head leaning on your shoulder. He’d kiss the roll of fat on your neck and nuzzle your chubby cheek as you giggled at his ministrations.

Chubby Chaser!Gojo who professes his love for you unapologetically. When he loves, he loves with everything in him and he’s never loved someone as much as he loves you.

Chubby Chaser!Gojo who releases the biggest sigh of relief when you agree to be with him. You’ll want for nothing and you’ll never have to question his love for you.

Chubby Chaser!Gojo who makes good on that promise. Who is insatiable in his thirst for you. If you thought he was a lot before, he’s an absolute menace now.

Chubby Chaser!Gojo who’s never been shy about his desires and has no problem voicing them to you. Or showing you either.

He’s got you propped up on his face. You were a bit apprehensive at first before you realized just who you were dealing with, then all hesitation went out the window.

He’s lapping up whatever juices he can gather from your hole, making a point to stiffen his tongue to fuck your hole with it. He’s got both hands holding your tits, pinching your nipples between his fingers. “G’nna cum for me, pretty? Gonna make a mess for me?” He mumbles into your cunt, looking up at you through his thick white lashes. He can’t get enough of your taste, your juices sweeter than any dessert he could buy. “Yeah, ‘toru. ‘M close, so close.” You whimper, fisting his snow, white hair. You grind your hole against his face, feeling your orgasm begin to wash over you. “Fuck! Fuck, ‘toru. ‘M gonna cum!” You practically shout. Satoru holds onto your thick thighs to help ground you as your orgasm pulses through you. You’re trembling, that being the hardest you’ve ever cum before, but you know the best is yet to come.

You collapse beside Gojo just as he licks his lips, cleaning the remnants of you from his face. You catch your breath as he climbs over you, hands running up and down your body, grabbing at your love handles.

“Think you can take both?”

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#x chubby reader #anime x chubby reader #anime x black!reader #gojo x chubby reader #jjk x chubby reader #gojo x reader #jjk x black reader #x black plus size reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x black reader #jujutsu kaisen x chubby reader #chubby reader #I feel like as the strongest he should have two cocks :( #satoru x chubby reader #chubby!reader #chubby chaser!gojo

[winterarmyy]

Behind The Facades | Part I

An unrequited pining over a certain super soldier.

Summary: In which Y/N is pining over Bucky while she watch him wrap his arms around someone else.

Navigation: Part I || Part II || Part III (end)

Words: 1.2k++

Pairings: avenger!bucky x female!reader

Warnings: angst. just pure angst and pain.

P/S: i'm feeling melancholy all of the sudden, therefore this idea was born. It's a very short one but I hope you enjoy!

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"Never let your true feelings show." was one and if not the most important lesson Y/N learned from where she was trained before becoming an agent under the avengers program.

It was so deeply etched within her very being, that the habit had became as natural as breathing the air into her lungs.

"Keep that mask on, and no one will be able ever break you." They said.

So, she did exactly that.

She giggled when Bucky told her about how he managed to make a fool of himself when he attempted to flirt a girl that he had fallen for at that bar he regularly went to.

He really shouldn't read those random top 10 pickuplines articles on Google anymore.

Tears were threaten to fall, as her shoulders shook in silent laughter, "Really, Barnes? I thought you were the ladies man back in the 40's"

"Exactly. 'Were' . Now, I am clearly not. Urghh, I can't believe I let that birdbrain convince me that these 'pickuplines' would do the trick."

Despite his gruff annoyance towards Sam, she could see a tinge of red shade on Bucky's cheek; probably feel embarrassed from what happened.

Gulping down whatever drink he had in his glass Bucky huffed, "Honestly, I don't think any sane person would even consider to approach me, let alone date me." His sharp gaze wavered into something more vulnerable.

Though he didn't mention anything about his history but when he shifted his view to the metal of his left hand, Y/N knew what he meant.

Y/N gaze softens, "I'm here with you. Am I not?" Her nails dug into the skin of her thighs as she held back from wanting to touch him, kiss him, hold him; to whisper sweet nothings in his ears in hopes that it would shut whatever doubts he has of himself even for just a moment.

There was a swift glaze over Bucky's eyes. As if he realized something but his words seems to deny his revelation, "I said 'sane person', Y/N."

Y/N gasped with an exaggerated perplex on her expression, "Sargent James Buchanan Barnes..." she purposely called him by his title, hoping it will remind him that he should have the reputation of a respectful man, "... are you accusing me of losing my sanity?"

Bucky shrugs with a face of pure innocence, "In this tower? We all are. But, especially you." a playful smirk tugged the corner of his lips as he waited to witness her reaction.

She stifled a laugh when she heard a knock on her door and then greeted by what looked like a mountain flower, and in between them was Bucky.

He had impulsively bought almost half a dozen bouquet of flowers because he couldn't decided which one of them is pretty enough for his date.

He shyly laughed it off when she told him "You could've face-timed me at the shop instead of ended up buying this much of flowers, Buck."

"God, you're right, doll. Why didn't I thought of that?" He frowned as he sighed.

"Because you're old and forgetful, that's why." Y/N teased as she leaned to the door frame, arms folded across her chest.

Bucky rolled his eyes before sending a glare towards her, "You're not going to stop mentioning my age in everything, are you?" he grumbled.

He might not know it but Y/N managed to noticed a tiny pout on his lips; something only, as they said, Steve can notice. That slight difference on his lowers lips; a very minimal protrude, barely noticable.

But secretly, she can see it too. And it was something she wished she could brag about, something she could tell the world; how lucky she was to be able to notice those little things about him.

She chuckled with an answer, "Never."

Another grumble escaped from Bucky somewhere behind the bouquets, before he presented a particular set towards Y/N, "Anyway, this is for you." He acts reluctant but she knew he was always sincere with actions.

Her eyes skimmed through the gorgeous arrangement of daisies; her favourite.

For a mere second, she let her heart flutter and a genuine smile bloomed on her lips; however the truth was not supposed to surface.

If Bucky was not blinded by the bouquet, he would've seen how the joyous glint her eyes faded even if her smile was still intact.

"Bribery is an act against the law, you do know that right, Sargent?" Nevertheless, her hands reached out to take the gift.

Bucky chuckled in response, "Yes, ma'am. I do."

She smiled when Bucky's love-struck gaze shines when he told her about his first kiss with that lucky lady, during one of those midnight coffee trips she share with him at the pantry.

He should've seen how beautiful he looked that night; free of worries and caught in pure joy.

"It was..." Bucky sighed in content; he was so happy he lost his words. As he tried to find the right description of the kiss, she could see his gaze softens.

Y/N knew he was recalling the kiss, but she couldn't help but to fall for him all over again; not that it's not a recurring event everyday but she really did felt as if her heart stopped for more than necessary.

'He's so happy.' She thought to herself. 'Then, I should be happy for him too'

So she did exactly how it supposed to be done.

"Mirror their feelings; that way your true feelings will never show."

Y/N did exactly that.

That one habit that had lead Y/N to countless of undercover missions.

The same missions that left Y/N with one of the highest rate of successful inflitration, unharmed.

And yet, the facade she wore seemed to failed her this time.

Why didn't work?

Why does it hurts?

The longer she kept the mask on, the more it burns from within.

"Keep that mask on, and no one will be able ever break you."

Then, why does her heart aches as if it was falling apart?

Y/N could feel how weak her knees were becoming, she had to lean on counter tops for support. The slow ballad filling the living room, leaking to the pantry from where she stood and watched.

Oh, she loved this song.

She wrapped her shivering hands around the warm cup of coffee that she made as she watched the couple danced. And the longer her longing gaze linger on Bucky, the blurrier her vision get.

"Y/N..." Natasha softly grazed the side of Y/N's arm. How could she not notice Natasha coming in. Must have been her widow effect.

"You're breaking, honey." Natasha was meaning to imply about Y/N's heart but she was so set on hiding her feelings she thought Natasha meant differently, "I know." She replied as she sipped on the warm drink.

Her facades are breaking.

Her hazy vision remained on the, now shadows of the dancing couple, "I will put up a new one." She didn't even notice how her own voice cracked.

Tears overflowed from the corner of her eyes, "Just let this one crumble." Her lips trembled as she told the truth, "Cause I don't think I can fix this."

Part II >>

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A/N: I'm thinking to have more of this couple; should i do it? Any thoughts?

#winterarmyyfics #behind the facades au #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #avenger!bucky #bucky angst

[butmakeitgayblog]

"Canon Clarke (I have theories)" may I ask 👀

Ok hear me out! I'm gonna try and explain this as best I can 😅

I believe that Clarke was extremely vocal in bed. If we look at the facts, Clarke has a big mouth and talks a lot. A lot. Often robustly, generally at inopportune times, and almost always out of turn. Girl just barely gave the tiniest of fucks at any given point in time. She did not shy away from saying exactly what she felt at any given time.

It's literally why we love her 🥺

And going off that you're not gonna tell me that didn't translate to the bedroom. How am I, a virgo lesbian with impeccable taste, meant to believe that that woman wasn't just as demonstrative in bed as she was outside of it? Just as vocal?

If you take into account the fact that after 307 everyone and their goddamn brother seemed to be aware of Clarke and Lexa's relationship, the logical question comes: How did they find out? How did literally everyone suddenly know about them without a doubt, to the point they felt comfortable speaking intimately about Lexa to Clarke? Yes Lexa wasn't subtle about her affections, but Clarke before them sleeping together was still very standoffish in her anger.

So what changed?

My theory: word of mouth.

I absolutely theorize that the guards/occupants of the surrounding tower floors quite literally heard Heda kom Body Glitter and Wanheda blowing each other's backs out, and then immediately started gossiping about it. Given the fact that their public interactions up until that point had been cloaked in so much pomp and ceremony, broken up with these strange, sporadic private moments of Clarke spending hours alone in the silence of Lexa's room as Lexa read and slept, to finally hear the sounds of them going full sapphic pauna on each other would've absolutely been something that any warrior would've gone on break and been like "biiiiiitch do you know what I just heard???" about immediately 🤷‍♀️

"Well what makes you think it was Clarke who was loud? Clarke was the one who fucked Lexa into a nap 🤨" you may ask.

To which I say: shut up and you're wrong.

Because, again, look at the facts. Lexa's love language was not only acts, but also she liiived for encouraging Clarke. Lexa was always Clarke biggest cheerleader. Her most ardent and vocal supporter. She was always the one stepping up and telling Clarke that she was capable and strong and everything else Clarke needed to hear in moments when she felt vulnerable. Do you honestly believe, after months of pining, when Lexa finally got the chance to make love to the woman who had stolen her heart and then spit in her face, that she wouldn't want to hear every single last sound of Clarke's pleasure? That she didn't encourage Clarke to completely lose herself in the pleasure of it? Do you honestly believe that when she rolled over and kissed Clarke, when she straddled her and made her writhe beneath her, when she licked through her folds and fucked her in her plush bed of furs, that she didn't ask Clarke if it felt good? If she liked this or that? That she didn't quietly beg into Clarke's ear for her to moan for her? Do you honestly believe that Lexa didn't pay attention to every twitch of Clarke's lips and gasp of her breath and use all those signals to make Clarke completely lose control? And that Clarke didn't give Lexa exactly what she wanted to hear? Willingly? Robustly? That she didn't want Lexa to hear exactly how much she made her feel? As far as either of them knew, this may be the only time they got to experience this intimacy together before their people pulled them apart. Do you really believe they didn't do exactly what they wanted to the fullest extent in those few hours they lay hidden from the world???

Clarke may not have been ready to tell Lexa that she loved her because of the anger and betrayal that lingered between them, but you're not going to ever make me believe that when she made love with Lexa she didn't do everything she could to show it

#sassymajesty #clexa #clarke Griffin #i also theorize that lexa was the only lover Clarke ever let herself be loud with #or felt the urge/ pleasure in being so #finn was the awkward rush of first love and sex #Niylah was comfort and solace #but Lexa? Lexa was love and passion #heartbreak and healing #yearning and fulfillment

[lovemari]

IMPORTANT: Hello! My old account, Lovemari, got deleted. Therefore, I had to make a new one. I'm honestly pretty upset about this so I'll take some time to recover! Thankfully, all my posts are saved as I write them in google docs before posting. Please like and reblog so I can reach my old followers and potentially new ones!

Cuddle, Stress and Safety - Wanderer x Reader

Reminder: I'm not an experienced writer so construction criticism is always welcome! Also, I write for fun. I just wanted to share my work around the world!

Pairing: Wanderer x Reader

Synopsis: Wanderer taking care of you in the cutest way ever.

Notes: I wrote this with myself in mind. I often feel skittish or easily frustrated. Also, I'm back from my very short hiatus. I just had a small writer's block haha!

You're quite timid, often stressing about small things or feeling alone and separate. You often break down easily or begin to act somewhat differently when you hear loud noises or sounds.

Recently, you've gone to your boyfriend for comfort and care in those bad times. You wanted to be held by someone you loved and cherished so dearly. Wanderer is your comfort.

Although, Wanderer is definitely rough and intimidating, often having his enemies cowering in fear the moment he attacks. His hands are tough and dominating, yet when he's with you, they're simply gentle and soft.

Wanderer has never comforted someone before, so he's often confused on how he should caress your hair or whisper sweet, soothing words. It was different, to say the least. Wanderer is so vulnerable and gentle with you. It's like he's another person completely.

The truth is, he just wants you to be happy. He knows how much your breakdowns affect you. He wants you to feel safe and pleased. You're his heart and he wouldn't change that for anything.

He'd often ask you, “Is this the right placement?” Or, “Want me to touch somewhere else?” during these peaceful moments. It shows that he truly cares for your well-being despite being such an adamant and unsettling individual.

Though, when he finishes asking numerous questions, you're already fast asleep. Wanderer would let out a quiet, light chuckle, followed by a smirk. He knows how pure and benevolent you are towards everyone and everything.

Wanderer would stay put for hours until you woke up, finding yourself in his arms. A simple, “Good morning, sleepy.” was enough to make you feel at home. Wanderer was addicted to your smile, as he knew a majority of them were meant for him.

Once you're fully awake, Wanderer will prepare your favorite dish. He would make sure everything was made right, as well as having a drop of love into his foods. It may sound corny, but it's true. All of his dishes are made with you in mind.

Wanderer would serve your food, as if you were royalty. Then he'd give you massages, even though he doesn't really know how to do them. This is because Wanderer wants you to feel loved. He doesn't want you to cry or have a meltdown.

Wanderer would watch over you every afternoon. Watching the sunset and having you on his chest made him feel loved, cherished and appreciated. He always hoped those feelings were mutual. After all, you come first, in his agenda.

When the day is over, Wanderer would tuck you in, before climbing into the bed himself. He would kiss your temple before wrapping his arms around you, giving you extra warmth.

Wanderer would watch over you, making sure danger wouldn't dare to come near you. He didn't require sleep, so it didn't hurt his mental wellbeing. After all, he got to make sure you're safe and secure.

You're the best thing that ever happened to him.

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[yxami]

i am in love with caleb and would love to see his more masochist tendencies during their “study sessions” 😏

description: yandere nerd x gn reader, masochism, yandere stuff, bullying mention, nsfw immediately under cut!

After the two of you got comfortable with having certain study sessions, lots of his dirty fantasies would be forced to be repeated out loud.

It wouldn’t take a lot for him to reveal what dirty thoughts he had been having of you. Just a grip on both of his wrists and being on top of him was enough for him to spill it with a red embarrassed face.

He would confess his fantasies of how he’d want you to mark and hurt him with bites and slaps. How he’d love for you to tie him up and edge him for as long as you wanted, maybe with a toy if you so desired!

He would ramble on and on about more until you shut him up with a kiss. You honestly never expected him to want all of this so this came out as a surprise to you! But that didn’t meant you weren’t interested in how it would play out.

You told him to sit still while you went somewhere to go look for some rope. He sat on your bed, nervously grabbing at the sheets wondering what you could possibly be looking for.

You made him come over for a study session but never specified if it was an actual one! It wasn’t like the last few were actual ones either.

Weekly study session turned into you teasing and playing with his body just like now. Caleb was tied up to your bed frame, comfortably leaning his back against it. What wasn’t comforting was the cold air touching his bare stomach as you lifted his shirt.

Your cold digits ran along his sides and it made him shiver. He whimpered that your hands were cold but you still continued. Touching more of his body would warm your hands up after-all!

You slid his pants lower to show more than just below his belly button. He closed his eyes, looking away. Being tied up and touched was probably one of his biggest fantasies with you but now that it was happening he was just a puddle of mess under your touch.

“Your skin is smooth” You mumbled, unintentionally complimenting him. It was warm too, your fingers quickly already accustomed to his body’s heat. You unbutton his pants and inch by inch slowly lowered his pants more.

His bulge poked against his pants and it almost sprung free once his pants were out of the way. Now it was just his boxers covering the sight.

“Tha-thank you” He managed to breath out in embarrassment. He was so vulnerable right now, you could do anything to him. And that only seemed to excite his cock even more.

You grabbed the vibrator you had bought for this occasion. You clicked something and it started buzzing. Caleb instinctively opened his eyes and started looking at you sitting on his lower thigh, ready to tease him.

“You’re-.. gonna use that?” He squirmed in anticipation for what was going to happen. His wrists felt a little sore from twisting them but he could only relish in the fact that it felt just like how you pinned him earlier, maybe that’s why he squirmed more.

“Mhm, are you gonna be able to handle it? Or are you gonna beg me to stop?” You grinned, pressing the vibrator against his thinly covered cock before he could respond.

He yelped, feeling the vibrating sensation against his cock as you teased his nipples. He whimpered and begged you to stop but he bucked into your touch and your vibrator. His body showed his true intentions while his mouth didn’t.

You shoved your fingers in his mouth while you pressed the vibrator against his tip, running it up and down. He desperately sucked on your fingers, panting as he drooled all over them.

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[softxsuki]

Heya! It's nice to see you again , (honestly I think I'm bothering you 😶 but I really enjoy your writing) I was wondering if you could do mitsuya with a s/o who has had a rough childhood and sometimes has flashbacks when they see people fighting. The reader also has really bad anxiety and isn't good with talking to people, they normally have panic attacks whenever the flashbacks starts. Thank you! I wrote this because I start back tmr and my parents fought really bad 😕

Mitsuya with A S/O Who Had A Rough Childhood

Pairing: Mitsuya x Gn!Reader

Warnings: mentions of traumatic childhood, PTSD responses, panic attacks, fighting, kissing

Genre: Comfort

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 820

Summary: In which you witness a fight and get thrown into a flashback which triggers your panic attack, so Mitsuya helps calm you down

[A/N: Hey, I'm sorry you're going through a rough time. Not sure what type of fighting you meant, but I hope this was okay. Enjoy <3]

Mitsuya:

Being Mitusya’s lover was nice most of the time

He was attentive and just a gentleman towards you in general, always hearing you out and going out of his way to make you happy

So despite having a rough past and knowing that Mitsuya was in a gang, things were going pretty great!

He of course never raised his voice at you; any disagreements you had together were always talked through very calmly

Even though Mitsuya was in a gang and fought for a living, he never directed that aggression towards you

You and his sisters were the most important people to him, he’d hate to see any of you scared or upset with him

So when you showed up at Toman’s headquarters one day to surprise Mitsuya (you were allowed to go since you were Mitsuya’s lover and everyone knew about you) a pretty violent scene awaited you

Toman were in the middle of a fight with another gang, and even though the fight was clearly almost over with Toman in the lead, the violent acts and aggressive screaming at one another sent you into one of your flashbacks

Young you at home, while your parents got into another one of their fights–anytime you witnessed any kind of fight, you’d be transported right back to that vulnerable moment where you were filled with the most fear

You drop to your knees, clutching your chest as you gasp for air, a panic attack beginning to bubble up within you

As the rival gang collected their men and ran off, easily defeated by Toman, your boyfriend finally caught eye of you on the ground and raced over to you, thinking maybe someone hurt you as you were kneeled on the floor looking frantic

“Y/N? What’s going on?” He’d ask with furrowed brows, kneeling down to get to your level

He was worried now, seeing you hyperventilate as he scanned you over for any injuries–there were none so this was clearly something a lot deeper

He’d bring you into his arms as he waves a hand for everyone to go away, giving you the privacy to cry and calm yourself down without their eyes on you

You could still see the images of your childhood flash before your eyes, still not aware that Mitsuya was in front of you now

So he repeats your name, still clutching you close to him, while peppering kisses to your arms and hands, anything to get your attention on him so he could calm you down

It takes a while, but once you’re able to feel him holding you and hear his voice again, the flashback finally leaves, and you’re able to come to a neutral state, only the stain of dried tears left on your face

“You’re okay,” he whispers in your hair, drawing small circles on your back with his thumb. “I’m here, everything will be okay.”

He’s insistent on figuring out why this happened so he knows how to prevent it or help you moving forward, so you end up confessing about your rough childhood and what happens whenever you see people fighting now

Mitsuya is very understanding, silently nodding along as you explain everything to him, glad that he personally, has never yelled or fought in front of you apart from presently

“I’ll make sure you never have to witness any fighting again. That seems like a decent task for me, don’t you think?” He smiles, trying to lighten the mood. “Though we do get into a few fights around here, so maybe next time I’ll text you when it’s safe to come over to visit our base here. You know you’re always welcome, Mikey said so himself, but from now on I want to make sure nothing will set you off again like today, so just tell me in advance.”

You felt bad for causing such a scene, especially in front of his fellow gang members, and he immediately sees that guilty look on your face

Reaching forwards, he cups your cheeks and presses a kiss to your lips

“Hey, don’t worry about today. These fools are always up to something ridiculous, no one will mention what happened here today. If anything, they were all worried for you as well. They all care for you, but no one will care for you as much as I do. I love you.” He whispers against your lips

He goes out of his way in the next few days to learn more about your past whenever you feel comfortable talking about it and makes sure to keep you away from any fights of all kinds

After all, he cares about you deeply and doesn't want to see you suffer like that–long term solutions are in the back of his mind and he’d make a point of bringing them up eventually…one step at a time is more than enough for now though

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 9/11/2023

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[rohansdisciple]

𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 ☁︎ …

read the first part here 🧛🏻 if you didn’t read it yet !

summary : the morning after ♥︎ .

warnings : romance / sfw . fem / afab reader . established relationship . pet names used . comfort and kisses for astarion . and i think that’s it ! tell me if i missed something ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ !

word count : about 560 *

reading time : about 3 minutes *

other : 14+ ** . i don’t have bg3 so i don’t play it however i think interpreted astarion character as well as i could so i’m proud of myself ! this is a continuation of the smut i wrote. may have some minor grammatical errors && the entire story is written in lower case and the punctuation has double spacing in between the words * .

a/n : not only do i want to fuck astarion very badly ☝🏾 … but i also want to comfort him and give him all the love i could possibly give it him because my pookie deserves it after all of the suffering he had to endure for two centuries <3 . so i wrote this short fluff piece to go with the smut , enjoy :3 !

credits to @ rookthornesartistry on tumblr and @ angelwhispersunknown for the dividers !

you awaken the next morning to the sounds of birds chirping and the sun beaming through the tree leaves . When you sit up and look around , you notice astarion standing in the sunniest spot , enjoying the warmth on his skin . he hears you moving around and then he turns his gaze to you . " well , good morning , my love , " astarion smiles . " did you sleep well ? " he asks as he walks over and hands you your clothes . 

" yup , i'm all refreshed ! " you say as you stretch . " that's good ... and here i thought you'd be exhausted after last night , " astarion teases . " haha , very funny - " you say jokingly as you get dressed . " shall we head back , darling ? " astarion asks you once he sees you've finished putting your clothes on . " mhm , let's head back , " you say to astarion before walking to him and holding onto his arm .

while you both are heading back to camp , you notice that astarion is unusually silent while you two walk , has a look of unease on his face , and appears to be deep in thought . you stop walking and ask , " what's the matter , my love ? You look troubled ... " " hm ? i was just thinking about things , " he responds . " can i tell you about my worries , y / n ... ? " astarion asks . " of course you can , astarion . you can always tell me how you're feeling , " you say to him with a reassuring smile . " well , now that we're dating and now that i have something real in my life after 200 years , i'm just afraid i'll mess up , and i just want to be enough for you ... " he admits to you in a quiet tone , but with a hint of vulnerability in it .

you stand there patiently listening to him , taking in the words that come out of his mouth , as he honestly expresses his feelings to you . when he's done speaking , you look him in the eyes and say , " you mean the world to me , astarion , and i love you more than anything else . you are perfect just the way you are , i love you for you , astarion , and a doubt anything will change that . " you continue. " and of course , you're enough for me ... i don't think i could ever see myself loving any man other than you , " you say tenderly , touching his pale face .

astarion stood there speechless . the look in your eyes as you spoke to him ; showed that you really meant every word you said . astarion then says , " sorry , that was silly of me to even think something like — " you cut him off before he could finish his sentence . " no , don't say that , Astarion ; your feelings are valid , even the negative ones , " you say to him . " i'll always listen to what you have to say nor will i be upset for you expressing yourself . " you add with a smile .

" you're right , thank you , my love , " he says as he strokes your cheek . " i love you , astarion , " you say once more . " now , c'mon , the others won't wait on us if we're not there before they wake up ! " you say , holding his hand . " okay , okay - " he chuckles , and you both start running to the camp , fingers entwined , and Astarion's affection for you growing by the second .

... 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 ☁︎ .

#bg3 #bauldur’s gate #bg3 astarion #astarion #bauldur's gate 3 #bauldur’s gate astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x female reader #astarion x black fem reader #astarion x black reader #astarion fluff #astarion x fem reader #baldurs gate 3 #astarion smut #dungeons and dragons #astarion bg3 #Spotify #rohans fanfics ☁︎ … #rohansdisciple

[paladin-heart5]

Hot/Cold

Leon Kennedy x reader

Summary: after your latest mission, when a bunch of things toss around, Leon realizes how much he cares about you.

CW: slight angst with a happy ending, little bit of sa but nothing too crazy, promise! drugging(it's a sedative)

Lmk if I missed anything, it's 2.4k words, enjoy!

Tonight was a very special night. After working together for about a year now, Leon actually wanted to know the real you. The DSO practically took you in as a young adult and raised you into a strong agent, just like Leon. Neither of you knew too much about each other, despite being partners for this long. He's been through a lot, letting another person in would scare him. So he kept his distance. And honestly, it makes you feel like you did something wrong. You liked Leon, he can be quite funny, and he genuinely cares for people. Sometimes, it seems like he doesn't care about you.

On Leon's side, he has to admit, he's grown attached to you somehow. You both took your jobs seriously, keeping everything professional. Yet, he feels like he can trust you. You remind him of Claire in a way. You're able to handle yourself well. And you let your kindness and humor shine through occasionally, despite your tough exterior. He just wasn't sure if he can handle building a relationship. In case something bad happens, and something did.

Flashback

On your latest mission, you both were sent undercover to find Russel Soto. He's a rich man known to be an old associate at umbrella, now he sells samples under the table. It's responsible for the smaller outbreaks in other countries. There was an event going on at a fancy hotel. You and Leon formed as a couple, trying to get more information on the samples. Leon saw you walk in in a knee-length violet dress, not too tight but your curves were definitely noticeable. Your hair, usually in a ponytail at work, is now let down and curled. You're gorgeous, how had he not noticed your beauty? I mean, he always found you attractive, especially with your skills. This though? Magnificent.

“Darling?” You called softly, already settling into the role. Leon quickly smacked himself out of his daze. You were up close now, and holding his hand. He cleared his throat and put on a smile. “Sorry, my love, I always get lost in your beauty.” He raised your hand to his lips, planting a kiss. You felt your cheeks heat up pretty fast. You knew he was charismatic sometimes, but it actually felt like he meant that. 

“You're too sweet, let's go dance.” You giggled softly before guiding him to the dance floor. You placed his left hand on your waist and took his right in yours. He felt slightly tense, but did his best to seem relaxed. You both swayed to the somber music as you both scanned around. “There he is, sitting at the table by the bar. Seems to be talking to a few people.” Leon spoke quietly before spinning you so you switch, you're able to see him now.

“Got it, maybe we can fake a fight, get his attention. If anything I might be able to get him alone.” You explain before looking at him, his face showing hesitation. “Are you crazy? We don't know what all he can do.” He states with a slightly stern tone. You raise a brow.

“Leon, you know me, I can handle it.” You smile a bit, he doesn't seem any more willing though. “Honestly, I don't feel like I know you.” He says softly, pulling you closer. You blink in surprise, you feel a bit caught off guard by his sudden vulnerability. “Do you want to?” You ask softly, not sure how to react to his stubbornness this time. Leon looked at you and thought for a moment, maybe it was time he opened himself up. You both walked on ice around each other when it was about anything besides work. He doesn't want that anymore. With a decision, he nodded.

“Well, how about after this, you come over and we can… hang out?” You suggest shyly, he seems to perk up at this. “Really? Yeah, that sounds.. nice.” You both smile, before remembering the reason you're here. 

“Now, let's try this plan. We have our comms, and if I'm in trouble, I'll call for you. I promise. Code word is… hot.” You squeeze his hand, a sweet smile appearing on the both of you. “Hot? Supposed that will fit into a casual sentence. Alright, fine, since you promised.” Leon chuckled before stepping back. 

“You're seriously going to do this? Here? Let's wait until we get home.” Leon started the ‘argument’ off by raising his voice, already grabbing everyone's attention.

“You seriously think this is gonna make up for how cold and distant you've been?” You shouted, crossing your arms. You're not bad at acting, but maybe digging some of your feelings out will help stir the pot.

“I know work has been busy, but trust me, I'm trying. I'm just..” He pauses, debating whether he should also bring out his true feelings.

“Just what? You push me away! It's like.. you don't actually care!” You snap, hearing this made him clench his fist.

“Of course I care! I care a lot, but I just keep-” His words are strong, but he's soon cut off by the rich man himself.

“Is everything okay over here, miss?” Russel asked as he approached you. You huff and frown, “no, not really.” 

“Aw, poor thing. Let me get you away from this mean man. You seem like you need a break.” His hand grabbed yours and quickly ushered you over to the bar. Leon furrowed his brows, a tinge of jealousy washed over him. He hoped this plan would work without something happening to you. Russel ordered a couple drinks before offering one to you. 

“I don't drink.” You politely decline, the older man smirked. “Good, pretty girls like you should be careful.” He chuckled, placing a hand on your lower back, making you tense a bit.

“Don't be shy, doll. What did you come for? Little vacation?” He asked as he began walking you up the stairs, probably to his room. He snapped his fingers, gesturing a couple of his goons to stand guard. You tried to look back to Leon, but Russel made you look at him. You smiled shyly. 

“Yeah, I suppose vacation is the right word. My husband missed our anniversary due to work. Guess this was his way of saying sorry.” You came up with a story on the spot, but it was very fitting to your argument earlier. Russel nodded sympathetically. “You don't deserve to be treated like that, you need a real man.” He then opened the door and basically dragged you inside.

“He's a wonderful man, I just miss him.” You sigh a bit as you take a scan of his room. It's one of the fancier suites for sure. There's a computer with a hard drive attached to it. That's exactly what you need, just have to find a subtle way to get it.

“You have needs, doll, and he can't fulfill them. I'd be happy to help.” Russel hummed lowly, next thing you know, you're pinned on the bed. You yelp and squirm as you feel him biting your neck. Your eyes widen as he covers your mouth, he's surprisingly strong considering he's got to be twenty years older than you. You do your best to push him off, and you're able to for a bit. 

“I- I think it's a little too- hot to be doing this.” You pray that Leon can hear you as you completely push the older man off. He looks at you offended, “don't tell me you don't want to be treated like a queen.” He states, growing irritated.

“If that's what it means to be treated like a queen, I'd rather not.” You hissed at him, standing up. He furrowed his brows and stomped towards you, making you back into the desk that has his computer. You're able to swipe the drive out behind you and safely tuck it into your dress pocket, thank goodness for those.

“I think I have something that will change your mind.” Russel has this creepy glow in his eyes as he takes out a syringe. “Don't worry, it's just a little sedative.” Your eyes widen before quickly kicking him back. He grunts and scowls at you before calling one of his goons in. A burly man steps in and grabs you, you try to wriggle out. Where is Leon?

“Just a pinch, my little doll.” Russel steps over and injects the sedative into your neck, making you yelp once more. You hate how fast you feel your body weakening, but luckily a handsome agent breaks in and saves you. Leon immediately shoots the large man holding you before aiming at Russel, who holds his hands up. Seeing the syringe and you on the ground, there's a snap in Leon's mind that doesn't make him hesitate. He shoots the rich man right in the chest, making him cry out as he falls. Leon quickly kneels to your and lifts you.

“Y/n?” He calls with worry clear in his tone as you mindlessly scan around. Your eyes land on his and your cheeks heat up. They look like the ocean, can be so scary but beautiful. “Woww, you're pretty.” You whisper, Leon blinks before letting a breath out. “Not too bad yourself, are you hurt?” He asks as he rushes you out of the hotel. You snuggle your head into his chest, he's so strong. You knew he had muscle, but feeling it was another level. 

“I don' thinkso, the bites were rough doe.” Your speech was slurring more and more. You start feeling more sleepy, you feel so relaxed. “Bites?” Leon stops and looks around your body before seeing bite marks form on your neck. The rage in his eyes are powerful at this point, how dare he touch you at all?! Especially like that!

“Don't worry, love, we'll get you help.” Leon reassured softly as he laid you in the car as carefully as possible, despite his anger. You were precious to him, and fragile at the moment. “Why did I go along with this plan?” He sighs, wishing he did more to torture the bastard. His big hands clicked the seatbelt in, before heading to his side and starting the car. He quickly drives out of there and to the base. You tiredly looked at him, “Leon?” You mumbled low enough for only him to hear.

“What is it, love?” The way he called you that made your stomach do flips. “Do you really care about me?” You asks, your voice was wavery. You're vulnerable, and you can't help but wonder if he really wants to know you. His face confirms it though, his eyes are the softest you've ever seen, and you can see a small smile appear. A genuine one. “Of course I care about you, Y/n. More than anything.” He admits, he wasn't sure if you'll remember this, but he knows he needs to be open with you from now on. He also needs to think about how he's gonna scold you without triggering you after what just happened.

“But.. your always cold to me.” You whimper, trying to keep your eyes open. Leon frowns at this, does that mean the supposed fake argument was somewhat real? You think he dislikes you?

“I know, and I'm sorry. I was just afraid of getting attached to you, but not anymore. I promise.” He gently grabs your hand, he won't push anything in your state. He just wants to comfort you. And it works like a charm, because you smile before falling into a deep sleep.

And now Leon is standing outside your door, three days later. He has a small bouquet of flowers that consist of tulips and sunflowers, he could've sworn he heard you talk about them to Hunnigan. He hesitates for a moment before knocking on the apartment door. The area seems nice and secure, which is good. You guys’ job pays well. He hears the clicking of locks before the door opens to reveal your hair is down and slightly wet, must've just took a shower. You are dressed in a cute sweater and skirt, and you have glasses! You look like a completely different person. The blond can't help but stare and blush, you look adorable.

“Um, Leon?” You call nervously, adjusting your glasses. Leon quickly shook his head and smiled. “Hi, you look beautiful.” He says softly. You blush brightly. “I'm not exactly fancy dressed like on the mission.” You look down at your feet, feeling anxious.

“No, you look better.” He hums and holds the flowers out to you. “Got you these.” You look up and smile more, grabbing the flowers and smelling them. 

“You're so corny, but thank you, really. Please, come in.” You open the door wider to invite him in. He steps in and is greeted with the smell of lavender and a cozy place. You have cute decorations, and much more color compare to his place. You even have a polaroid wall, though it's a bit small. “Your place is very cozy.” He comments, feeling himself relax.

“Thank you, it's my safe space. I don't get to go out a lot outside of work so, gotta make the most of it ya know?” You grab him a glass of water and gesture him to sit on the couch.

“That's a great way to look at it, I guess I'm more of a… minimalist.” Leon chuckled before taking the glass and thanking you. You both make your way to the couch, and immediately your conversation soars into sharing each other's interests, and back stories. This goes on for hours.

“I'm gonna order pizza for us. How are you holding up by the way? After the mission.” Leon asks as he pulls out his phone and orders the pizza online. You frown a bit and think. “Honestly? I don't know.” You answer as your rub your neck where the bite marks are finally starting to fade. Leon looks back at you and frowns.

“It was a lot, I'm sorry I let that happen.” He frowns, feeling guilty that he didn't get there faster.

“It wasn't your fault, Leon. It was all me.” You say softly, playing with your hair nervously.

“Hey hey, don't blame yourself either. We did what we had to for the mission. I'm just so glad your safe. And you managed to get the drive? That's huge!” He says as he gently grabs your hands. You look into his eyes and smile.

“I'm safe thanks to you, dork.” You hug him. “I couldn't have asked for a better partner.” You whisper. Leon is taken back by your sudden affection, but he immediately melts into it, holding you close. “Me neither.” 

“And maybe soon, we can be more than that.” You giggle as you pull away enough to see his face. He blushes, but nods in agreement. “I'd like that.”

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #hurt/comfort #fanfic #id leon kennedy

[yanderes-galore]

Can you please do the yandere alphabet for Moxxi from Borderlands?

I can try, sure! Hope you like this! ^^ I wrote this a bit late at night so it's not fully proofread, there may be some spelling mistakes.

Yandere Alphabet - Mad Moxxi

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Flirting, Mentions/Hints of intimacy but obviously nothing actually happens, Manipulation, Jealousy, Kidnapping mention, Violence, Blood, Murder, Forced/Dubious relationship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Moxxi is a huge flirt, her obsession over you often dips into more intimate territory. She likes to be affectionate, as a result she can come off intense to those not used to such a thing. She's had a history with relationships and partners, but she really is looking for her life partner in you.

While she is "seductive" and flirtatious, she doesn't just want you for those kinds of things.

She feels you two could have something beautiful together... she just needs to have your approval.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Moxxi, as a person from Pandora, is used to violence and blood. She prefers not to do it herself but doesn't mind using some of the messier methods to get rid of someone around you.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Moxxi would be very accommodating if she ever decided to just kidnap you. She isn't a monster, she'll see to every one of your needs... if you see to hers.

Moxxi would not be mocking, you and her are meant to be partners, aren't you?

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

She tries not to, she wants you to reciprocate willingly.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Moxxi knows when to be vulnerable and when to not. She can show you her heart if she feels you're reciprocating enough. But she can also be reserved at times.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Disappointed... but she does like it when you're playing hard to get.

She'll try her best to resolve things between you though.

A little but does not really like you trying to escape.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

I can't think of many... but maybe her punishments? That or when she begins to isolate you so you just know and love her.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Marriage most likely, with some close moments in between everything.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Yes but she's learned to cope... for the most part.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Passionate, Protective, Possessive, Manipulative, Flirtatious, and Overly Affectionate.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Probably met you at her bar and decided to pursue you afterwards. She wants to know everything about you and encourages you to be a regular. You can bet she lays the flirting on thick.

She makes her intentions quite known... she feels you'll give in at some point... just give it time...

You don't know what you're missing, sugar~

Not really, but you are the one that has had a strong effect on her.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

When it comes to Moxxi... it has to be something with restraints, right? It just has to.

Her punishments may also have a "flirty" nature to them.

Honestly, leaving this one rather open.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Not many... unless she feels she's lose you.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

She's surprisingly very patient.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

She may have had a lot of relationships... but losing you still certainly has an effect on her. She would have to take a long time before moving on.

But maybe she will... or won't.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Yes and maybe. She doesn't really want to cage you too much. You should be able to be free, like a bird... but pet birds return to their owners, correct?

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Her past. Her relationship with Jack might have affected her more than she thinks.

She calls herself not a monster... but maybe the two are more similar than she thinks?

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

She tries to comfort you, despite her flirty behavior she is still "motherly" at heart. She'll pull you close to her and allow you to vent. She understands you may not like her...

As a result, Moxxi promises she'll try to improve for her dearest.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

SKIPPED

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Reciprocating easily. If you are more open and treat her once in awhile, she'll let you keep your freedoms. That'll prevent kidnapping, at least.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

No, she would not.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Moxxi is not a worship yandere, but she may actually like the idea of being praised by her darling instead a little big. She would go to great lengths to have you... she's patient and needs to ease you into her lifestyle.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

That's hard to say... Moxxi could probably pine for awhile. She's patient as she tries to flirt with you or coax you into something. Maybe she'll even wait a few years before snapping.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

No/Not intentionally.

#yandere borderlands #yandere mad moxxi #yandere borderlands moxxi

[bullet-prooflove]

Send me a made-up fic title and I'll tell you what I would write to go with it

5 Times That Matthew Keller Almost Said "I Love You" and the 1 Time He Finally Did

The first night he killed for you. He has no problem with putting a bullet in anyone or using a knife if it’s protecting his own interests. You were just another partner, someone he needed to help pull off the con, he shouldn’t give a shit about leaving you high and dry even if he is sleeping with you. But he finds himself lingering, waiting for you to exit the building and then you just don’t… So he does back in, he sees that security guard with his hands on you, touching you and honestly he loses his shit. This isn’t a reaction, it’s overkill. He shoots the fucker in the chest until the clip runs out, until the gun stops discharging bullets. It’s later that night when he’s fucking you, that the words almost roll off his lips. He’s looking into your eyes and he can’t stop thinking about the fear he felt in that moment, the rage and he realises that he would do anything for you, anything you god damn asked him.

There’s a night when he comes home from casing a job, you’re standing there in nothing but his shirt, painting on a canvas, it’s something you do for fun, to relax. You’re good at it, some of your work hangs in the indie galleries. It’s how you met, him studying your work during one of the shows he was vetting. He realises that he likes, coming home to you, watching you, being with you. He likes it a lot. When he comes to stand behind you, he wraps his arms around you, his face buried in your throat and he thinks this is home, this is the place he’s meant to be. He almost whispers it against your skin, but he stops himself. He always stops himself.

The morning he leaves. He wakes up beside you, it’s the third night in a row he’s told himself he’s going, the third night in a row he’s stayed. His thumb chases over the apple of your cheek and he finds himself smiling because you just look so beautiful when you sleep, his lips brush over yours and it is just the sweetest sensation. He almost says it then, I love you, I want to stay here with you but he catches himself because doing that means admitting he’s vulnerable and Keller, he just can’t allow himself to do that so he forces himself to leave, to sell the Degas and disappear to Europe.

The night he calls you from a hotel room in Europe. He’s drunk on an expensive bottle of wine and he’s just fucked another woman but he can’t stop thinking about you, how he wishes he was fucking you, sleeping with you. After she leaves he picks up the phone and calls you but he gets your voicemail and he almost says it then, he almost says I love you, I miss you but he doesn’t. Instead he listens to the sound of your voice over and over again until he falls asleep.

When he comes back. He stands on the balcony and he watches you fuck another man. He knows you’re teaching him a lesson, that he deserves it but it but it hurts like a hell. That night when he comes to you, when he submits to you, he almost tells you then. His hands are bound above his head and you’re riding him slowly, your gaze locked on his. There’s such an intimacy in that moment, such sensuality. He can’t explain what it does to him to be back here like this with you. You don’t understand how much I love you, he almost says, how much it scares me.

When he does say it, he’s holding you in his arms and there’s blood on your lips because Woodford, he figured it out, that you didn’t want him, that you didn’t love him so he shot you, he shot you in the chest. He left you to die in the bed where Matt made love to you this morning, where he kissed you goodbye before he moved millions for that man.

“I love you,” Matt whispers as he cradles you against to his chest. “Don’t you dare leave me here alone.”

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[moodymisty]

Hi! Ive read most of your darksiders content and I absolutely LOVE. IT.

I wanted to ask if you could write some smut for death? And while hes gentle with it to not hurt the fem! Reader he kinda cant cope on like how soft the reader is (as in,stroking his hair,telling Him nice things,checking every once in a while to see if hes comfortable) andhe knows she does that because she cares about him and the moment being so vulnerable he kinda cracks a little (what I mean by that is that he lets it show accidentally how positively overwhelmed he feels by her love)

Honestly,i just want death to feel loved.

Anyway,take your time and thanks in advance yo!.

Author’s Note: Let Death have a moment of peace and happiness, he deserves it. I love your prompt and did with it what I could while trying to keep it in line with what Death would allow. Because I feel like he would find some things demeaning, even if it's someone being caring.

Relationships: Death/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slightly NSFW, Death being a bitter git but not much else

The first thing you hear over the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears and labored breathing, is Death asking if you are well.

He always tries to be gentle- though not as much this time- even if he isn’t meant for it. It almost makes you smile.

“I should be asking you that too,” You say between breaths. Your skin brushes against his, significantly cooler. He gives a short grunt that you could consider a laugh, given who it's coming from.

“Is that because I’m old?”

You give Death the worst glare you can muster, rolling on your side closer to him in order to do so.

“Now isn’t the time for age jokes, Death.”

The Reaper gives you a dry chuckle, ignoring the way tour hands push down on the mattress beside him in order to push your torso upward. He does little more than cross his arms as he leans against the headboard. You wouldn’t call it casual- not relaxed either- but he is more at ease than usual.

“A pity then. I thought it was a good one.”

He distinctly ignores the irritation in your face as you come closer, now leaning over his torso to look him better in the eyes.

He’s still wearing the mask. It shadows his eyes and gives them an almost ghostly, glowing look. You’d never have the heart to ask him about taking it off, now knowing what it means. He’ll decide when, if ever.

It’s not as if it’s a hindrance for him, as he’s demonstrated.

“You need to just let someone care about you without turning it into an insult.”

As if he would ever; The reaper is clearly displeased with that statement, until you start to shift and rise upward. You get up onto your knees, moving until your straddle him at the hips. You sit down gently. Death looks at you, his height advantage making it so he doesn’t even have to look up at you.

He can feel your hands against his skin, scarred underneath your palms. He snatches one of your wrists before you've even moved more than few centimeters.

“Are you done fooling around?” He halfheartedly jokes, looking at you with a bemused and irritated expression. You tug your hand, and the reaper lets it go. You know he could easily not let you, but he's always been careful with it.

“Not yet.”

While Death might not always acquiesce on all of your silly, human ideas, he does here- much to your surprise. Maybe it's because this time he actually doesn't know what idea it is.

Though in reality it isn't one at all; It's just a fit of the moment desire to get Death to stop acting this way for once.

He continues to let you lay against him, gently pressing a kiss to the scratched and worn texture of his mask and the bit of his exposed jaw beneath it. He doesn't move, you feel his hair brush against your skin. You're surprised he's even allowed it this far, at least without complaint. Though when it comes to things a bit more complicated than you just being a tad annoying, Death tends to get almost eerily silent.

Your skin brushes against his more, you've yet to put any clothes on and the heated flush of your body presses against his significantly colder skin. You kiss his jaw again and he lets out a sigh.

As your body slides downward you can feel him tense underneath you, and though he doesn’t say a thing, you can tell that the idea of him being doted on is making him feel almost anxious. Any time you have in the past he's either masterfully turned the tables on you, or managed to distract you enough that you'd forgotten your original idea.

This time however, you aren't going to let that happen.

You can’t help but let out a shaky sigh as your heart begins to race again, only minutes after it finally managed to calm down. It’s amusing how the horseman of Death can do that to you, with even just a simple touch of your own making.

He feels the way you gently grind against him, looking at him like he’s the only thing in your world that matters. For you it’s true, but for him he dreads it. He knows nothing good will come of it, despite how good it might feel right now.

He grips your hip tight like it’s going to bruise. He can feel the warmth of your skin against his palm, polar opposite to him.

“Stop.”

He doesn’t mean it, his voice cracks just the tiniest bit. You stop, but look at him in a way that forces his eyes to advert away from you. You hate the way he so adamantly refuses to let himself feel any sort of positive affection even though it's clear he wants it, and so wish to change it. Even if he'll only let you do so for one night.

“Let someone else take the reins for a bit.”

#im not super proud of this one and feel like i could write it differently but whats done is done and i cant rewrite it anymore #death reader darksiders #darksiders death x reader #darksiders death/reader #darksiders x reader #darksiders death x you #reader insert #reader #mywriting

[thenightmarketofdathomir]

So. In a character study months ago I acquired this brainrotting idea and I have no idea where I can/want/whatsevengoingon to take it:

What’s Maul’s first time like xD Hnnnm with a partner or just some self TLC kekekeke The book discussions with bother on Darth Plagueis is bringing back the thots xD (“nocturnal haunts” “prowling the fringe of The Works” “…all he could do to not terrorize every being that caught his eye” sth sth brain shortcircuiting)

When. With what being(s). How much research for science he did prior. How does someone like him negotiate the vulnerability that might show up in such situation. What about the aftermath (or even, the risk of exposure? I’m thinking pre TPM apprentice Maul). Headcanons, a scene, I will take any and everything.

Thank you O Wishmonger 🖤

The Night Market is an interesting place inasmuch as the wards that bind it demand that I answer as honestly as I can.

What will you do, dear reader, if the answer is upsetting?

Will you shy away, or will you witness?

Let's hold his guard then. He deserved better. Especially under Sidious.

Pairing: Darth Maul x You (AFAB GN) Secondary Pairings (Unrequited): Maul x Kilindi Matako, Maul x Daleen, Maul x Eldra Kaitiss Rating: Explicit Warnings: Sidious, Dubcon, loss of virginity, depersonalization/objectification, sex work

Sex is a weapon or a weakness, and his first time is a lesson.

Do not give in.

Do not succumb.

Do not take pleasure because it can be blinding. The choice leaves him weak, shaking, uncertain of the circumstances that brought him to this place with this body beneath him — a collection of parts, both flesh and some modified components — but ultimately soft and yielding. Fingers leaving traceries around the shell of his ear that are too tender. Kisses to his nape. A well of feeling that he doesn't feel, not even as they turn and offer another angle, another vision, another aspect meant to free him of the understanding that a wet slit sliding down his semi-erect member is meant to tease him.

He catches the creature at their hip and flips them over so he can no longer give a face to the features.

Just a body. An open orifice that parts to reveal something he understands:

A sliver of darkness.

Warm, wet, and pliant beneath his hands and so easy to break when he examines the pieces spread before him as if the bed is an altar and the human is an offering. There were others, too -- a harem full of forms and shapes designed to titillate as if he might explore every figure before him to see which might be most distracting.

This is a test.

He's sure of it.

It's meant to distract him from the singular purpose of his mission. Any moment, his grip will slip, and the creature writhing beneath him when he presses his fingers into their hip will turn on him --

Perhaps his Master will appear behind him, and in his moment of ecstasy, sever what little feeling he has for anything other than his immediate mission.

It's hard to stay hard when he can hear his Master's voice in his ear, belittling those few moments where another feeling stirs in his gut:

Desire. Despair. Dread. Demand.

He must act.

He must perform again.

Is that what this is?

Because the body before him could have been a promise that meant something.

Maul thinks of Kilindi. Maul thinks of Daleen. Maul remembers the Twi'lek Jedi whose eyes so reminded him of an ocean he only ever imagined in dreams — so different from the red seas that burned through everything in the place of his training, when he was young still, and didn't know anything of artful constructions meant to debilitate and distract.

"Your credits will only get you so far. You only bought an hour." The voice scythes through his memories, pulling back the veil that remains, leaving things gauzy and soft. He hates it. He hates the inability to do anything other than what he's told --

He presses the face into the mattress. He smothers its features, holding it in place like he might control the parameters of a circumstance meant to undo him, to leave him weak and vulnerable to anything at all that might infiltrate his defenses.

One sure stroke is all it takes. He feels the pressure, the quake of trembling flesh around him, but most of all, he senses what he did not expect —

A trickle of something beneath the moaning body beneath him (an act meant to encourage that falls short when he digs in his fingers) --

Something whole. Something pure. Something he understands at last.

Maul bends over, his hearts thumping out a cadence as he surveys the entrance to a room where privacy should be afforded, but one can take no chances.

"What was that, dear?" he whispers, sinking himself to fullness where the body sheathes him. Trembles around him. Quivers.

He thrusts as he would his lightsaber into an opponent, and Maul understands what is offered at its simplest:

Surrender.

And better when he starts to fuck the body in earnest:

Fear.

#Darth Maul x Reader #Darth Maul x You #Maul x Reader #Maul x You #Darth Maul Smut #The Wrath of Darth Maul #Darth Maul x Kilindi Matako #Darth Maul x Daleen #Darth Maul x Eldra Kaitiss

[areyoudoingthis]

Ed makes his way back to Stede after watching the ships burn. - Something settles into place within him as he hacks and slashes his way back to Stede. He doesn't want to do this anymore, he's certain of that. But maybe he doesn't have to burn his bridges to get to where he's going. Maybe everything he's capable of can serve him well sometimes, maybe there's some middle ground between fisherman and pirate.

Stede.

The panic sets in like a sudden tropical storm that's caught him leagues from shore with full sails unfurled, sending his brain into a tailspin.

He fucked up. He fucked up so badly. He asked to take it slow and then he let himself get carried away. Everything was so nightmarishly terrible all of a sudden. The quiet ease he was slipping into turning poison into positivity shattered into pieces by that fucking joker with an axe to grind, and then Stede... Stede pushing a man overboard, sweet, gentle Stede embodying the fucked up caricature of violence he showed Ed in that book when they first met, like it was fucking aspirational. He remembers the words to this day. "If I could be just be like Blackbeard, even just for a moment, honestly I would give all of this away." He never wanted Stede to give up a single fucking thing for him. The fine fabrics and the books and the two chandeliers made him happy, and Ed's wanted to be happy with him in a world full of soft things ever since that first morning they woke up together, high above the horizon and the shit that was dragging them both down for years, bathed in golden light and eager promises.

And after everything they both went through last night, after watching Low stick a hot poker in him and thinking this was it for them, after the fear and the adrenaline and the boundless amounts of love and sorrow he felt when he knocked on the cabin door... When Stede sought his comfort in Ed's body by pushing him against a wall and asking without words to kiss him, eyes full of unshed tears, Ed couldn't deny him. It's not like he wasn't dying for it himself, not like he hasn't wanted to allow himself to come apart with Stede since bread with marmalade on the crow's nest.

But he still doesn't know who he is or who he wants to become, where the fuck he fits in this world, in Stede's life. He knows he doesn't want to be a pirate anymore, and Stede becoming all the things he once claimed not to like in Ed... it messed him up to watch that happen.

Having sex with Stede the way they did was a mistake, but not for the reasons Stede probably thought he meant when he said it. He thinks about having to hear those same words from Stede without an explanation and he wants to run on water to get back to the Republic as soon as possible, find him and actually try to explain this time. Loving him isn't a mistake, it's taking such a huge step and making himself vulnerable like that when he was dying three days ago and he still feels lost all the time that was a fuck up.

And then he fucking panicked, and he told Stede - fuck, he started that conversation out okay and spiraled out of control within two sentences, rambling about fishermen and pirates without ever actually saying the words that were eating up at his insides, gnawing on his heart like hungry moths. I gave myself over to you. I'm ready for us to build a life together. I don't want to put you in danger again. I don't want to be a monster. I don't want you to become like me.

He's never actually told Stede how he feels, has he? Stede was so sweet at Anne and Mary's, and Ed never said it back. He wasn't ready to stay it, still isn't sure he is, even after everything. But he's ready to say something, ready to promise to stay and ask for time to say the rest when he can.

If Stede is even there to be found. What the fuck is going on, why is the entire bay on fire? Is the Revenge among the burning ships. Are their friends safe. Where is Stede. Please let him be okay. Please let him still be alive so Ed can explain to him, so he can hold his hands and give all the warmth he has brought to Ed's life back to him, so he can try to get his words to come out right this time. Give him one more chance. He won't waste it again.

Finding the leathers he does on purpose. Finding the letter is a surprise. Stede told him he'd sent him messages in bottles, but what were the fucking odds of ever finding them in the immensity of the ocean. Slim, apparently. Just like their chances of ever finding each other. And yet they did, and they keep doing it again and again like there's a string pulling them together across the vastness of the sea.

He finds out from the letter that Stede was always thinking about him, even when he left, even when he ran away and took Ed's heart with him. He came back to find him. Not to find piracy, but to find Ed. He stands in the surf reading it over and over, wet leathers back on and pulling heavily on his limbs for what he hopes will be one last time, and makes the decision to give his heart over to Stede for good.

He's all in for real this time. No more running away, no more panicking. He will find Stede and he will be alive and they will talk and work things out and they will never be separated again. Fuck the British and the Spanish and the French, fuck every navy in the world and every washed out pirate with a grudge. Fuck his own fears that live in a huge chasm inside him and claw at his throat and make the words he needs to say get stuck there like knives.

Stede is it for him. He will ask him for space to figure himself out, but he wants that space to be by Stede's side, in Stede's arms, in the home they will share every day and every night for their remaining years. He will be better at asking for what he needs. He can't lose Stede.

There is no Ed without Stede anymore. It has been too late for that for a while.

He makes his way to Stede mostly on instinct, trusting his legs to carry him and his arms to fight for him and his heart not to stop beating the second he emerges on the shore and sees him surrounded by British uniforms on the beach, fighting five to one.

Something settles into place within him as he hacks and slashes his way back to him. He doesn't want to do this anymore, he's certain of that. But maybe he doesn't have to burn his bridges to get to where he's going. Maybe everything he's capable of can serve him well sometimes, maybe there's some middle ground between fisherman and pirate. Maybe the man and the monster are one and the same and it doesn't matter, because the monster has always been just a man doing his best to stay afloat, a man kicking and screaming against the weights dragging him down into the deep black waters, and he can let go of him now without hating him for keeping him alive all these years. He brought him to where he is now and to Stede, after all.

Hasn't Stede seen him for the entirety of who he is since the early days of their relationship? He thinks as he slides on one knee across the black sand, every slice of his sword bringing him closer to the man he loves. Hasn't he been trying to tell Ed that he loves everything about him all along? Maybe it's time Ed learned to say those things to himself, too.

He crashes into Stede the second the last soldier is down, drags him into his arms with a desperation that could put a hurricane to shame.

"Ed!" Stede's voice floods into him and he soars.

"I'm sorry. You're okay. I'm sorry," he says, breathless, clings to him like he will run out of air and his lungs will collapse if every inch of them isn't touching.

"You came back."

"Never left, mate. Or no - I did. I'm sorry. This was the last time, I promise. I don't want to be anywhere else." His entire body knows this, his bones and his muscles and his marrow. He could never take a permanent step away from Stede again without coming undone.

Stede holds him tight, like he too was afraid they'd never see each other again and the hurtful things they flung at each other would be the last words they ever exchanged, like he was afraid that their life together would end before it even had a chance to start.

"I'm sorry I called you a coward."

Ed winces. That one stung a little, probably because it was true.

"I'm sorry I told you that night was a mistake without explaining what I meant." He feels Stede tense and then relax, like those words have been weighing on him as much as Ed feared they might have.

"Sorry I called your fish whatever," Stede says, voice soft and tender. "I loved the fish."

Ed smiles against his chest. They're going to be okay. He wasn't too late and they're going to be okay. Stede is safe and they're talking and everything is going to be fine. The world can burn and they will find a way to make it out of the inferno as long as they're together.

"Sorry I didn't stay to celebrate your first immolation," he jokes.

"Fuck that. Turned out to be a fickle crowd, too."

Ed suspects there's more there that he isn't saying, but perhaps a beach littered with dead and wounded British isn't the place to be discussing this. They'll have time. They're not leaving again, no more running off for either of them. This time it's for good.

"Tell me later?" He slides his hands down Stede's chest, draws in for a welcome back kiss that he can already taste sweet on his lips.

Stede runs his hand down his arm, caresses his elbow delicately with his warm palm and leans into him and they're finally going to kiss again when they hear a shout.

"Help, guys!" a voice calls out from across the beach. Stede turns and groans when he spots the woman slashing into soldiers like they're butter, but still covered in them like sharp spikes.

"Who's your friend?" Ed asks. "Should we go help?"

Stede closes his eyes, sighs and nods.

"Yeah, we'd better."

When they run this time, it's together.

#blackbonnet #gentlebeard #our flag means death #ofmd #edward teach #my fic #today has been all about ed for me #this is the fic version of the meta