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cbncb0280 · 2 years ago

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His Saviour Or Savage? (Tom Riddle X Ravenclaw Reader - Smut)

Author's notes:~

Also, this is ideally a 15+ post just to warn ya lot. But under 15s are allowed to interact and read dis. And I don't like using sexual words such as 'dick', 'clit' and so on cus for sum reason, it makes me wanna cringe. So hopefully, you'll know what I mean when I describe them in here. I'm also not the best at writing smut since I'm a virgin, lol.

Welp, despite all dis from above, enjoy everyone. >;-)

P.S. Here's a drawing of him I edited. It isn't mine, it's just been given the sunlight effect by me.

This wasn't on. You were not gonna let him get away with this. Not your boyfriend. He was already succeeding by creating his first horcrux, killing Murtle by accident and gathering his first gang of secret Death Eaters. Now you knew that he wanted to become the darkest and most powerful wizard in the world.

You had only just recently discovered all this by reading something in his diary and his plans. Even though there was nothing in there, you just so happened to come across a note that told you everything.

The reason you had read his diary was because you were concerned about him since he had started becoming strangely distant from you. This made you curious and after you read his diary, you had began to wander if he wanted to carry on maintaining the relationship with you or not.

No. Not your most precious Tom... no... surely not...

You had both been together for about a year and had been friends ever since your second year. He was literally obsessed over you and didn't want any other boys except himself to be in your presence, ever. This is how pathetic it truly became.

Over time, you just ignored him, even when he tried to get you to speak several times. He hated the way he was failing. Passionately hated it. What was going on in that brain of yours? These were his horrible thoughts.

You questioned yourself the same thing about him, as though his mind was going absolutely insane. What were you going to do now that you had decided to ignore him completely since the past month? Just what?

Another month later, it was April and your 6th year. You had big exams coming up so life was getting very busy for you and everyone in your year.

You and your friend, Carolina, were studying Astrology predictions together in the library. Having said that, Carolina didn't believe in Astrology at all, even though both her Sun Sign, Aquarius and Moon Sign, Cancer really suited her.

This reminded you of whether Tom suited his sign, Capricorn or not. Same with Carolina as she had an obvious crush on him and you told her that you two had split up.

"Y/N, speaking of Tom, do you think he suits his zodiac sign? Capricorn, isn't it?" She squealed excitedly.

"Hush, Carol, not too loud," you answered miserably.

"Oh... okay then... well... if you don't mind me asking, how exactly did you and Tom break up?"

"Erm, never mind. Just... can we not talk about it please?"

You felt forced to hide your tears and struggled to prevent them deeply.

In the end, you just had to leave.

"Carol, can I go please?"

"Why?"

"Just... please..."

"Oh. Alright then."

You exited the library and ran to the Ravenclaw Common Room.

Carolina was the only person you had spoken to since your breakup with Tom and you now had some form of Depression.

Once you found your room, you shut the curtains on your bes then began to cry. Your books automatically fell off your bed and you interpreted it as a symbol of your low mood.

You also got out a knife you had sneaked from somewhere totally random, and began to cut your arms and legs for comfort. But subconsciously, it was because you wanted to see if Tom truly cared for you or not. You wanted to be his saviour and to stop him from his dreadful plans...

Thankfully, you somehow had a room of your own.

Why would Tom do this? And why would he wanna be with someone like you? A weird nerd, like yourself?

As for Tom, he was wandering why the hell you would leave him in such a way. And this time round, he was gonna make you tell him the answer. He hadn't spoken to you for over a month due to the way you acted around him. He also didn't wanna upset you.

Gah, he would never ever have been so soft around anyone else. He always gets what he wants, whether he remains a secret manipulator or not.

So this is partly what made you his greatest weakness. You were savage to him. And he wanted to rule the world with you. Just you and him, together. Everyone would bow down to you two and you would both be immortal. That was his dream.

Since he was now in the Slytherin Common Room on his bed, he was lost in his thoughts. He was reflecting on how you hang out with that crazy Gryffindor, Carolina who also loved him. Then he thought of you. How he first met you, how unusual, studious and amazing you truly seemed to him, your first kiss in the Room of Requirement (wow, that was really passionate), your secret dates roaming around the castle at night. Now he had lost you and wanted you back.

However, there was something else he was pretty desperate to do with you... perhaps... making out for the first time... no, he couldn't do that... he could easily get you pregnant and you and him would both be in a lot of trouble for that... no, no way...

But he still wanted to try it on you. He dreamed about it all the time nowadays. Also, the thought of you leaving him actually let out a tear from his eye...

In the end, he became so moody and frustrated that he just marched out of his room to go to the Ravenclaw Common Room to meet you.

He knew the password as he was a prefect.

When he found the doorstep to your room, he felt nervous. What if you didn't answer.

Bravely, he knocked on the door.

"Go away!" You shouted rudely.

Uh oh, what the hell was gonna happen now?

"Please Y/N, I wanna talk to you."

Without hesitation, you opened the door to see the face of your ex-boyfriend who you wanted back so desperately. You knew it was him all along.

It broke him when he saw your face looking so... down and depressed as if all emotion had left you.

He had never seen you in a state like that before. It shocked him.

"Y/N, please. Why have you been ignoring me?" He asked you so softly.

You couldn't answer. He'd probably go mad.

"Y/N, please. I want to know. What's bothering you?"

"Erm..." you paused as you really didn't know what to say.

"Y/N," Tom stroked your cheek while trying to comfort you.

You allowed him to continue and you desperately needed a hug, despite everything.

"Do you need a hug, Y/N?" Tom asked you gently.

You didn't answer, but instead, you wrapped yourself around him tightly and buried yourself into his neck. You were quite a few inches shorter than him, so he placed his head on top of yours.

He began to stroke your hair and give your head a massage with his hand. He shut his eyes and kissed the top of your head as he heard you cry on him.

"It's alright, Y/N. I'm not going to harm you. But I need to know. Why have you been ignoring me?"

Finally, you gave some kind of answer rather quietly.

"I'll tell you if we can do one thing we've both always wanted to do."

"Alright."

It was just as well that Tom accepted that. You had been in some form of depression for the past two months because of him. To overcome it, you needed to make out with him, like so desperately.

It was also not your time of the month when you were fertile either. You told Tom that and he was very relieved and pleased.

With that, both of you began to kiss really hard, the hardest you had ever done in your life. Tom gave your back a massage before lifting your shirt up as you removed his cloak.

You felt his hands touching your private part through your underwear and rubbing it ever so gently. It made you release some chemical that you had released while you imagined doing this thing with him.

He pushed you onto your bed, ignoring the open door since it was all the way upstairs and away from everyone else. Barely anyone went up there, thankfully.

So while he removed your trousers and the rest of your clothes, you did the same to him and he simply lover the sight of you.

"T-Tom... I need you..."

"Shhh, I know. I do too," he whispered in your ear.

And for the first time in your life, he began to give you a slow thrust which made you release more and more chemicals.

He heard you moan then began to kiss your neck. This made you moan even more as you felt his tongue licking everywhere and his lips slowly travelling from your neck to your breasts.

You clung onto him and as he continued to thrust inside of you, and the way he licked and sucked those ever so desperate parts of you made you need him so so much.

Eventually, he made it all the way through you while he kissed your stomach area. Yes, it did feel pretty painful, but you very bravely survived it.

A few minutes later, a sudden amazement of this new found feeling really excited you and made you kiss him hardly on the lips. Passion and movement continued as you carried on messing around with each other. Your necks, lips, cheeks and chests received a lot of kissing and along with your extra-sensitive breasts being given a lot of fascinating pleasure.

Chemicals were coming out of both of you and these funny sensations in your back were being super active. Tom kept thrusting in and out of you and this felt like... the most amazing thing you had ever felt in your whole life.

Eventually, he pulled out of you to your disappointment, but he kinda shocked you yet deeply surprised you when he slowly began to lick that part of you he messed around with a lot.

Woahhhhh.... this really was truly pleasurable. The feeling of his tongue licking that most sensitive and private area of yours?

A few of the sex chemicals did approach him, but then he came back up to you and thrusted inside of you again.

"Tom. That was amazing!" You whispered.

"You feel amazing," he smirked as he rubbed that needy area of yours and put his finger inside of it as he carried on thrusting in and out of you.

The thrusting lasted for quite a long time and you two especially loved kissing each other's necks, chests and lips in particular. Bleh, it even got a bit 'too' much...

Your nerves in your private part were perhaps more sensitive than many other girls which truly increased your desire for sex even more so than them... it felt just super nice and as though it was a drug to you...

He felt very warm and wet inside of you, yet it kinda tickled, but in a good way. You both considered it to be paradise.

Sadly for you both, you got tired and the smut eventually came to an end. But you slept together during the night after Tom shut the open door. And of course, you likewise, cuddled. Completely naked.

The next morning, you woke up in Tom's arms which were holding onto you tightly. You wanted to smut with him again. Thankfully, it was the weekend so no one would find out about what you two did last night, hopefully.

Slowly, you brought your private thingy to Tom's so that you may put yourself around it, but then he woke up and gave you a kiss.

He tugged you in even closer and more tightly than before, allowing himself to give another thrust inside of you. And flashes and flashes of excitement and pleasure came to you two.

Tom released many more chemicals inside of you and so did you around him, but then he whispered something in your ear. He actually sounded pretty afraid.

"Y/N, help me, please. I'm turning... crazy. I need you. Have you left me because-"

He was too scared to answer, and especially that you two were still having an amazing smut...

This made your tears come out with pure joy and excitement.

"Tom, I know your plans anyway. I'm really sorry but I read your diary out of concern since you were ignoring me. But I cannot approve of them. You broke my heart, like seriously. So I decided to ignore you throughout the past two months. I didn't really feel like talking to anyone except Carolina and I- I kinda harmed myself a little to comfort myself."

Tom was horrified to realise that he never noticed these cuts on your arms. So you had been self harming and in some form of depression because of him?

"Y/N! Why- why the hell would you do this?" He began to shed a few tears and hugged you deeply, burying his head into your collarbone and making his private part sink into you more deeply.

That made you and him smile a little while you both cried.

"Y/N. Listen very clearly here. I love you so very much and I can't do anything without someone like you. I don't want a plain, popular, common girl like that Carolina friend of yours. Forgive me here. But you are one unusual and perfect girl for me. You taught me to love when I have never experienced it before. I was going insane and felt that the whole world was against me. I needed to take power and control over others... until... you came along."

Tom cried on you and you couldn't believe what he just said. This warmed your heart so much that it beat really fast. You truly loved Tom and had never felt so in love before.

You massaged his back and stroked his cheek to comfort him as you kinda laughed as he released some more cum inside of you. This feeling really, really helped you as you talked to him very softly and comforting. He struggled to look into your beautiful, piercing eyes, but he eventually did during your most touching speech.

"Tom, you're everything I've ever wanted. I've loved you ever since I first met you. Your intellect, your passions, well, apart from the world dominance one, your handsomeness, your charm, everything. I've always loved you, and I truly promise that nothing can tear us apart. And when I make an actual, real promise, I never ever go back on my word."

You stroked Tom's cheek and hugged him as he smiled at you and buried his head in your neck again. Neither of you had ever felt this happy in your lives, ever.

"I love you Tom, so much. Stay with me and I'll always be here for you."

"Y/N. I love you so very much too. And I promise you I'll never leave you either, forever."

Suddenly, your lips crashed onto each other's so hardly and passionately. All your nerves in your lips were unstoppable to feel so good and then you two began to rock around everywhere.

You repeated your smut. You loved the way he licked you in that sensitive area of yours, same with sucking, licking and playing with those two 'you-know-what-I-means' on your chest. He loved the way you kissed his neck and stomach too, which even resulted in you sucking his- never mind...

After one last super-sensitive thrust which was your best and most fantastic one, you both decided to wash each other in the bathrooms were you two made out again...

This all lasted for the next few days and you two were most certainly back together again. And that was all thanks to sex.

Thankfully, Tom never got you pregnant, yet he still wandered whether to consider you his amazing, beautiful and most loveable saviour, or his savage spy who had secretly discovered his locked-up plans...

Nahhh, you were his saviour. His one and true saviour who had taught him to love.

And you were the only he would ever truly be able to love due to your magical ability to unlock his ability to release the emotion. After all, he was conceived under a love potion and had no parents to look after him. He was in a horrible muggle orphanage since the day he was born, until he escaped to Hogwarts.

Probably just as well otherwise he would never have met his saviour...

A/N: Helloooooo! Ty all sooooo much for reading. This is my second proper smut I have ever written. Sorry if it sounded kinda rushed as I do tend to want to get things done quickly at times, even while writing. But I hope y'all enjoyed it. Love y'all. :-D

#dating tom riddle #tom riddle #tom riddle smut #lord voldemort #voldemort x reader #harry potter #voldemort

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txmbstone · 1 year ago

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Thank you for your writing!!

Can you do Ringo and Curly Bill first date with reader?🙏

ahh of course! this would have been out sooner but the holidays got the better of me lol

Curly Bill Brocius

This man is excited

He’ll go on for days leading up to the date all the ideas he wants to do with you

It takes Ike nearly bashing in his skull for him to settle down and really think

While he’s the life of the party, he wants something for just the two of you. He can get very possessive when he wants, and he doesn’t want to leave anything to chance, especially when it comes to his future relationship with you

So he opts for a picnic out in the country. He picks a few small things up from a shop and maybe a bottle of whiskey (or wine, if you prefer) and takes you for a trail ride

The whole way he’s pointing out the animals you two encounter, and tells you the time he mistook a Gila Monster for a Longnose snake and nearly got bit. He’ll point out the kinds of flowers that grow best in the spring after the thaw, and which plants heal sunburns best.

When you arrive, you see that he’s taken you to a small little spring tucked away in the mountains, where the both of you listen to the water and get to know one another better

Johnny Ringo

He chooses quieter locations, but knows with his reputation it’d be best for your peace of mind to be out in the open

He takes you a quiet little restaurant on the edge of town, just far enough out not to have Cowboys hounding the both of you constantly, but close enough you feel like he isn’t going to just up and have his way with you (as if he would ever do that, his mother would rise from her grave and beat him with a wooden spoon)

Dinner’s a teasing affair. While he’s with the Cowboys, Johnny’s usually reserved and quiet, never speaking unless spoken to. But with you? On your own? The man’s an absolute tease. He’ll pick tables that are just a little too short and will playfully grab fistfuls of your clothing and run it between his fingers just to watch you struggle to keep your composure. He’ll teach you phrases in Latin and sport the biggest grin when he translates the naughty sentence and watch your face burn bright red. It’s all in good fun, though. If he notices you aren’t comfortable with it, he stops

After dinner he’ll take you on a walk, and the two of you will point out the constellations you see

#imagine #johnny peter ringo #johnny ringo imagine #johnny ringo #tombstone 1993 #curly bill brocius

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darkestrellar · 2 years ago

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SENSES AND OTHER SPECIFIC HEADCANONS

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE? I normally struggle at this question orz ... I think he either smells like not much in particular or often kinda sweaty from being active lol. It does depend a lot on where he's been hanging out and what kind of ambient smells were in the area, though.

WHAT DO YOUR MUSE’S HANDS FEEL LIKE? Another one that's tricky for me to answer because I haven't given it that much thought. Bro they feel like hands 😭 not suuuper rough but not like baby untouched soft? He climbs trees n stuff with them. He also likes wearing gloves though.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY EAT IN A DAY? Okay, well, first let me go on a tangent about his eating habits in general. You know Svern's deal with not feeling very much? Yeah that extends to his appetite too. He eats when he sees or has access to something he wants, or when he's hungry hungry, but he also just. Will skip eating sometimes. Because it doesn't bother him enough and he's not bothered to eat, at that moment. (He's lazy. What else is new.) Still, he'll usually eat at least 1-2 decent serves of something in a day. What exactly that is depends, usually whatever he has easiest access to that he likes best - easy prep/instant food, prepackaged, takeout or just eating out. He can be motivated to eat more by things he likes which is mostly spicy foods. He likes spicy foods.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE A GOOD SINGING VOICE? If he puts effort into it? It's probably pretty decent. I'm not sure if he'd have trained it at any point (if so, then it'll be better). He's just as likely to just put as much volume into it as possible, though, without caring whether it sounds good or not... if he's singing around others, anyway... he wants those complaints/criticisms.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY BAD HABITS OR NERVOUS TICKS? You mean besides his entire attitude in general or getting into stupid situations? No. Any nervous habits or mannerisms you see from him are manufactured.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY LOOK LIKE / WEAR? Svern's "fashion sense" varies wildly depending on his whims. I normally draw him in basic boring clothes which... fair... he likes a good old hoodie/jacket... but he also does a lot more than that! Jumping between very drab colour schemes and colours IN your face (outfit tag), or casual, to questionable, to more conventionally chic and stylish, he will wear almost anything. He will also pick up clothes from anywhere. BUT THAT'S JUST THE CLOTHING SIDE! You may know by now that his favourite look (messy auburn hair, amber eyes) isn't his natural look. While yes it is the "default", he's not limited to it, at all. This guy likes playing with looks. Tomorrow he's going to be decked out in nothing but hot pink, hair and irises included.

IS YOUR MUSE AFFECTIONATE? HOW SO? He might act it sometimes, in an over-exaggerated way, but the reality is that he isn't. Svern's true affection, the one you can trust to reflect his real feelings, is quiet and understated, and almost never spoken aloud. It's reserved for people he really, genuinely likes/cares about, and those are... few and far between. It's silent things like him spending more time around you, or the trinket-giving I've mentioned. Real physical affection from Svern is also rare and usually limited to just being in close proximity. Probably one of the softest things he can do is if he actually seeks out physical closeness.

WHAT POSITION DOES YOUR MUSE SLEEP IN? Any way he can contort himself. You might not believe it's comfortable but he's fine with it. He's got himself twisted with his hips facing one way and his head the other and also his arm lifted and draped weirdly over the top. Additionally, he sleeps wherever the hell he feels like. (Though it helps that he doesn't tend to sleep unless he's actually tired and then he passes out pretty easily.) For some reason, he seems to prefer surfaces that aren't too soft versus softer ones.

COULD YOU HEAR YOUR MUSE IN THE HALLWAY FROM ANOTHER ROOM? Generally speaking yeah because he's loud as heck. But if he doesn't want to be heard for whatever reason? Nope. He sneaky.

Tagged by @technodromes! Thank you very much! Tagging @jocundcompany @evoblue anyone else Please steal it and tag me the beta editor is being so evil about these tagging sections lately

#point your finger and deny (dash games)#boredom is so terrible; it's like a dread disease (headcanon)

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painted-blackbird · 1 year ago

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It’s time to introduce the full cast of primary characters! This will be split into two parts, part 1 is protagonists/unaligned.

Dawnflame - Primary protagonist/POV character

Age: Early 20s

Personality: Feisty, emotional, stubborn

Lore: Born to parents who didn’t really care whether she came home alive or not, or at all, Dawnflame had a rough childhood. She was a gangly kid, without access to the spectacular mana reserves she’d tap into as a teen, so she was bullied by the stronger and more powerful kids. Dawnflame joined up with the army as soon as she was able, determined to protect her court from her own treatment as a child. Aided by unusually high mana reserves, Dawnflame rapidly climbed the ranks and eventually fought proudly on the front lines of the Colored Tides War, earning the nickname Daybreaker for her explosive fighting style, as well as a reputation as the most powerful soldier produced by The Court of Tides.

She’s killed by Moondance in this war, and on her deathbed she recognizes the whole affair as nothing more than two petty bullies pulling everyone into a mess that never should have started. This is of course, never recorded, so Tawnyfrost brings her back from the dead expecting the loyal (if fiery) soldier, and instead gets a woman who tries to kill her within 45 seconds of being alive again, all the while declaring her hatred of Tawnyfrost. Dawnflame was never known for her subtly lol.

Moondance - Secondary protagonist

Age: Early 30s

Personality: Calm, quick-witted, ruthless

Lore: As the eternal big brother/protector figure ever since he was young (by his own choice, he just enjoys looking after people), Moondance joins the army as an adult to do that protecting on a larger scale. As a result, he gains a reputation for his unfaltering loyalty and “no one left behind” attitude, which also gains him loyalty from the younger soldiers. Like Dawnflame, Moondance fought proudly on the frontlines of the Colored Tides war, proving himself a brilliant and ruthless tactician, with an uncanny ability to lay traps and ambushes and then adapt them on the fly when required. It’s that sharp mind that’s enables him to take out Dawnflame near the end of the war.

He never lives to see the end, however, as he dies not long after that battle. Assassinated by his own leader in a fit of anger that he can no longer fight, courtesy of Dawnflame’s dying explosion. That betrayal causes him to reevaluate the war and his place in it. His official cause of death is listed as mana fever, but it’s an open secret that that’s a coverup for something. Tawnyfrost chooses to bring Moondance back from the dead for his mind and his loyalty, and since Moondance is known for his subtly so he has not told Tawnyfrost he hates her. He does, however, approach Dawnflame with the prospect of rebellion. Which she readily accepts.

Lichenfang - ???

Age: Mid 20s

Personality: Quiet, stoic, dry

Lore: Orphaned when she was barely old enough to fend for herself, Lichenfang spent her early years as a street rat, learning that the strong survived and the weak died. As a young teen, she was taken in by one of the reigning lords in the area, Lord Blackleaf, after he witnessed her taking mana blasts far better than her peers during a scrap with her fellow street rats. What followed was Lichenfang being turned into Blackleaf’s personal bodyguard/hitwoman, the person who did all his dirty work. Blackleaf demanded absolute obedience and punished disobedience with death, Lichen was no exception. She quickly learned to keep her head down, not to speak unless spoken too, not to offer opinions, and to do as she was told without hesitation or argument.

She was killed in the same battle as Lord Blackleaf, when the other lords and ladies decided they’d had enough of him as their neighbor. She dies before he does, and most of the information on her is lost to time. But Blackleaf’s title for her sticks around, Mana-Thief. Tawnyfrost knows she pulled a gamble choosing to bring Lichenfang back, but it payed off. Lichenfang wasn’t called Mana-Thief for nothing.

#bird caws #perennial #fairie #dawnflame #moondance #lichenfang #now that I’m getting all these guys introduced #I can finally start posting the sillier stuff living in my brain #incorrect quotes here I come XD #oc #ocs #fairy #fantasy

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blueteller · 2 years ago

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For the WIP game. Selectively Mute KRS au? Omg, imagine if the first words that'd come out of his mouth when he talks to LSH is "I trust you, Hyung". Can I please know more about itt?

The concept begins with OG Cale waking up as KRS in Korea. The first big difference the team immediately notices about him is that he talks normally. Turns out, the God of Death forgot to tell him that KRS is very.... reserved with his words, it seems.

It's not that KRS is actually mute. His vocal chords are just fine. But because of his childhood, he learned to never speak unless he was spoken to (his abusive uncle, the oprhanage, unsympathetic teachers et cetera). He can talk – where business is concerned. He was able to ask people their orders when he worked at a restaurant, no problem.

...Except then, the monster apocalypse happened. And KRS saw too many people get eaten by mosters because they were being too loud to ever forget it. So that added extra trauma onto his already busy plate. Joining the Company and getting adopted by LSH and CJS was very good for him, of course – those two and the rest of the team naturally helped him come out of his shell.

...Except then, the unranked monster happened. And KRS's ablity to talk freely was set back yet again. People doubted that he'd be able to take care of Team 1 in his condition, but somehow, he managed. He wrote most of the stuff down, explaining his plans in detail beforehand, and in battle he mostly used gestures and one-word commands. It didn't stay that way forever, 10 years passed and KRS made progress again. However, he was only able to talk freely when he talked about things concerning work (and scamming for money, lol). Any other conversations, he just participated by body language, hums and single-word replies. He especially never talks about his feelings.

You can imagine how much he drew his team crazy with worry. He's even more reserved than in canon because of it. No one can tell what he's thinking.

So OG Cale being his normal-talking self was a BIG shock. OG Cale is quick on his feet, though, so he dialed it down, then gradually build up his "speaking improvement" so that it wouldn't be too suspicious. The others are too relieved to question it too much – and they attribute the change mostly to the fact that he adopted a child.

Meanwhile, Cale has an entire jounrey of actual healing and improvement to make. He is able to talk as Cale, because he considers this a "life or death situation" – if he doesn't speak, they might suspect him and kill him. However, his group quickly figures out that Cale doesn't like to talk. Once the dust settles (around the time Cale buys the Magic Tower), he relaxed enough that he returns to his usual, quiet self. Once the war stars, he gains a different nickname: "the Silent Commander". Once Choi Han recieves CJS's memories, he learns the entire sign-language-like code that KRS used to communicate with his teammates. That raises Cale's comfort a lot, being able to express himself without having to use words.

By the end of Part 1, Cale truly makes progress in healing. He's able to talk to the children, Choi Han, Alberu and the Henituses without any problems. Most of his allies, he's able to speak comfortably with, as well.

You can imagine how much more important is for everyone, when Cale uses the rare word of "Hyung". Alberu managing to get Cale to say it once was like a life achievement for him.

(Also, the line: "I finally think that my life is a little bit precious" is one of the first times he EVER expresses such a deep sentiment.)

#tcf #trash of the count's family #lcf #lout of the count’s family #my writing #tcf fanfic #au ideas #q&a #replies

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xxatinyminionxx · 3 years ago

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Enhypen as Participants on a Korean Dating Show

Genre: Fluff, Headcanon

Requested?: Nope! This was an important executive decision!

Warnings: OT7; May be spoiler-y if you haven't watched dating shows before.

A/N: Based on watching all three seasons of Heart Signal 😅😅

Context: The reality tv dating show has all of the participants living in the same house for a month. During that time, participants are to get to know each other and make moves to go on dates with whoever interests them.

Heeseung

First impression — Intimidating and mysterious

Doesn’t talk much at first unless spoken to

Hidden ace that eventually almost everyone falls for a few episodes into the season

Finds his confidence throughout the show and puts in effort to win over his love interest (may or may not succeed)

Jay

First impression — Formal and VERY attractive

The cook that either gets the attention or gets no attention at all--except for when it’s time to eat or he needs more hands in the kitchen helping him

Uses his cooking and other romantic/thoughtful ideas to attract his love interest

Will pick to go for his first love interest until the end even if it doesn’t work out

Jake

First impression — Nice guy with a cool aura

The sweetheart that helps out with everything the other participants need (ex. Jay's assistant chef though a bit clumsy)

Participants love that he has a dog and often asks for pictures (Layla is eventually brought to the dating house!)

His presence in the show might be forgotten from time to time

Lots of scenes in the show where Jake can be seen hugging and petting Layla for comfort or while happy he got a date with someone he likes

He gets more competitive to find love in the second half of the show and butts heads with Heeseung and Sunghoon A LOT

Sunghoon

First impression — HANDSOME and cute smile

The shy, popular one that is actually careful and smart when it comes to asking people on dates

A BIG flirt when he likes a person that happens to be into him too

Humble despite popularity but still competitive against Heeseung and soon Jake

Definitely the center of a love triangle or square

Has some trouble deciding who to go for and unintentionally hurts feelings along the way

Happy by the end with someone he likes

Sunoo

First impression — Reserved but cute

The one who talks to or observes people for others, and gives advice

Spends more time helping others develop their relationships than finding a relationship himself

Gets more talkative during the show

Makes the other participants laugh and smile

Eventually has a date with someone he gets along with and falls for them quickly

Expects this person’s attention until the end but may be disappointed

Jungwon

First impression — Kind, cute, and well-spoken

His maturity, cuteness, and coolness wins over everyone’s hearts at first

Eventually there is only one participant that remains interested in him since the hyungs are so competitive

The relationship stays strong and indestructible throughout the show

Smart and knows how to get what he wants out of the experience

He has a significant other by the end and it's so cute when they walk off-camera holding handsss <3

Niki

First impression — Handsome and youthful (he keeps flipping/spinning the throw pillows on the couch in his hands and it happens a lot during the season when he's nervous lol)

The playful one that ends up getting close to another person with a bubbly personality

His dates with this participant go well

Falls HARD for this person and asks for Sunoo’s help a lot and even makes an alliance with him; the alliance is an agreement to check up on the other's love interest for them. If it turns out they like the same person, Niki will ask another hyung for an alliance

Gets a little too possessive and nosy for his love interest’s liking so they’re distant for an episode or two :((

Participant comes back to Niki and their relationship is off and on until the end of the show

Either leaves this show with a S/O or a comfortable platonic relationship with that person

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#minion works #minion soft hours #enhypen fluff #enhypen headcanons #enhypen imagines #heart signal #heeseung #jay #jake #sunghoon #sunoo #jungwon #niki #kpop imagines #kpop fluff #kpop headcanons #kpop soft hours #kpop

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itsyourstarboy · 2 years ago

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✨Cutie OC✨

Furthering my quest to draw my redacted listeners! Here we have Cutie, and though I’m still a little mad about his last video, I love him.

Also, I’m sure it’s pretty obvious by now, but all of my listener ocs are gnc icons lol. Otherwise they’d all be cishet and that’s boring /j

Info about him under the cut!

Behold my kidcore love child >:)

My Cutie is named Harper and uses he/him pronouns (big shocker at this point, I know)

He is, yes, you guessed it, trans

5’4”

❤️💙💛KIDCORE💛💙❤️

He wears whatever he wants, clothes don’t have gender ✋🙄

His closet is mostly comprised of multicolored articles of clothing

He definitely owns one of those multicolored Teddy Fresh hoodies.

He definitely got it in an XL, and Geordi definitely steals it sometimes.

Always a bottom, but not always a sub ;)))

Usually calm and reserved, but forever internally screaming

Can’t fight for shit, but can and will blackmail you

👽autism coded👽 (fight me, you won’t)

Very shy around new people; very open and loud with known people

He tends to be a bit of an open book, not exactly afraid of expressing himself

Not to mention he can hear everyone’s thoughts, so he doesn’t really worry about what people think of him. Besides he’ll just tell your wife you’re sleeping with her mom if you make him upset

He grew up with zero privacy, practically raised without shame.

“Did you just wipe your greasy hands off on your pants?”

“Ye”

He talks A LOT to fill in the dead air. If there is silence, he is FILLING IT

Only time he doesn’t talk is when others are speaking. He listens carefully to everything, spoken aloud or not.

Most of his brain is just other people’s thoughts to be honest.

40% cute (obviously); 30% affectionate; 30% horny

Don’t give him candy unless you’re prepared to put him on a leash.

This boy runs on skittles and energy drinks and sugar packets he steal from local coffee houses, which he then proceeds to practically snort throughout the day like its some sort of drug

He’s chaotic, okay?

His bloodstream is mostly composed of artificial flavors.

Kind of an over thinker, and his way to cope with that is to listen to someone else’s thoughts in favor of his own.

Geordi is his favorite channel to tune in to 👌

They’re both messes

He struggles to form relationships (he’s usually too closed off or too forward), so it’s a wonder he and Geordi ever made it this far

Geordi probably met him in a grocery store

He saw Harper contemplating if he should start eating the pack of Swedish fish he hadn’t paid for yet, and he was in love.

⚠️

CW: self harm mention

He has a problem of unconsciously hurting himself when he’s upset.

He won’t even realize after the fact, until Geordi starts freaking out because, “Jesus Christ you just slammed your arm against the corner of the wall and it’s already bruising”.

He also has OCD, which doesn’t help with his self harming tendencies.

Geordi once had to stop him from banging the left side of his head against the wall because only the right side had a headache.

When overwhelmed, he gets loud; like raised voice, fists hitting table, throwing something at the wall

Anything to overpower the noise in his head

On the basis of pet names, he usually just calls Geordi his name, but sometimes calls him “Pretty/Lover Boy” (and on rare occasion, “Punkin”)

He basically doesn’t sleep.

It’s like he’s battery operated or something, cause he could go without sleep for 42 straight hours and seem fine until he faceplants on his way to the couch

Because of this, he usually falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow.

Caffeine can only do so much for ones tired body.

Though sometimes he’s able to stay awake and cuddle Geordi as they both drift to sleep, which leads to slurred conversations in his half-asleep state.

Which is when he starts calling Geordi “Punkin”

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spencersawkward · 4 years ago

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if you feel comfortable with it, I’d love a prof Spence where reader is a student and goes to office hours to initiate ~smutty goodness~ but Spencer is reluctant at first bc his job but they flirt more and eventually sleep together

me n my professor kink when i saw this: 😏 anyway yes i am quite comfortable writing about this lol. i took some ✨creative liberties✨ with your request so i'm sorry if it isn't exactly what you wanted!

summary: reader is a student in Dr. Reid’s class, but she’s been something of a poor student-- office hours are the only solution.

relationship: Fem!Reader/Professor!Spencer

content warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, fingering, rough sex, super brief hair-pulling, creampie, dirty talk, spanking, age gap, degradation-- he gets pretty dominant oops.

word count: 4.5k

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popping in a piece of gum, I make my way to the back of the hall. there are a few people here already, but it's a little early. I'm never early. in fact, I'm usually late; my other class is on the other side of campus, and getting here involves a lot of embarrassing speed-walking.

but here I am, five minutes ahead of schedule and actually in a decent seat. as I flip open my textbook and pull my laptop out of my bag to prepare to take notes, my gaze slides down to the corner of the room, where Dr. Reid is standing up with a pile of papers. he walks over to the girl in the front row, handing her the stack and gesturing for her to pass it along.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. he's a total luddite. the first day, Dr. Reid spent about ten minutes rambling about the importance of reading from a physical book rather than online sources-- which, although I definitely agree with, means a lot more lugging around folders and organizing all the readings he gives out. if he wasn't so hot, I would have switched into another course.

and I know it's wrong to be daydreaming about my professor slamming me into a wall while he discusses the intricacies of quantum theory. the complete cliché of it is embarrassing. but still, I just can't stop thinking about him: how his fingers would feel around my throat, the smooth wooden surface of his desk against my cheek as he bends me over and pulls my panties to the side--

"glad to see you've decided to join us, today, Ms. Y/L/N." Dr. Reid's voice startles me out of my thoughts. he's standing towards the front of the room while students file in. his hands are resting in his pockets with his eyebrows pleasantly raised.

"glad to see you've noticed." I retort, too irritated with his comment to care about being polite.

a couple people look at me. even though I'm generally not on time, he tends to just glance my way when I walk in and leaves it at that. I know he doesn't like it, although I personally don't care. I hate this course.

he seems visibly surprised by my response but doesn't reply, gaze lingering on mine before he turns to speak to a student trying to get his attention. I bite back a smile. fucking asshole.

as usual, Dr. Reid writes in his thin, messy lettering on the board while wandering around the front of the room. he's quite fidgety, even though his voice doesn't betray any sort of nervousness. it's like he's naturally overactive.

every word out of his mouth is enunciated, sometimes spoken faster when he gets particularly impassioned by the subject. he's interesting to look at, too. messy curls and a nice suit, stubble that straddles the line between refinement and ruggedness.

I type quickly, but it isn't fast enough and the strange illustrations he does on the board only complicate things. I try to write them down in my notebook, but my handwriting is jagged; sometimes it's hard to read. when a student raises her hand for a clarification, I take the opportunity to catch up.

my head jerks up as soon as I'm finished and he's looking at me while he speaks. even from so many feet away, the intensity strikes me. he's gesticulating and crossing the room. I hold eye contact.

I wonder if he dates often; a couple of the girls in my row always stare at him throughout the lectures. he seems to be completely unaware of the effect he has on people. sometimes I'll see him in the hallway and he has his nose buried in a book, or a to-go cup of coffee, or both. either way, there seems to be no more room in that head of his for romance.

which, naturally, makes me curious about how he looks when he's on the edge of orgasm. if that composure is replaced with a contorted pleasure. I want to break him.

it's like he can read my thoughts, because Dr. Reid averts his gaze. my stomach twists with a strange anticipation. he avoids looking my way for the rest of the time.

towards the end of class, I start to pack my things to go. I have three papers to write, and my utter lack of interest in this is making me eager to leave. I shove my textbook into my bag the second my professor starts to make closing remarks.

"don't forget that we have a midterm in two weeks!" he says in a slightly louder voice as people start to move around. "if you have any questions, my office hours are posted on the bulletin board outside."

at this, my eyebrows rise. I forgot about the midterm. I have a study calendar set up for all my subjects, but I've purposefully been putting this one off. I'm not super into math. and it doesn't help that most of my time is spent not listening. when I am, it doesn't make sense.

as I stand up and gather my stuff, I hear someone clearing their throat a couple feet away. my head turns to see Dr. Reid leaning against his desk.

"Ms. Y/L/N, can I see you for a second?"

my heart stutters in my chest. is this about my attitude? he's never asked to see me outside of lessons before.

I frown, making my way to him with a deliberate pace. the tension in the room builds as I watch the last of his students shuffle out of the room. my head turns from the door to him; my breath catches a little in my throat at the set of his jaw. part of me hopes I get yelled at.

"I'm concerned about your participation in this class." he says. his voice isn't cruel, but it is brutally honest— which is worse. participation? I feel my fist clench at my side. my professors don't usually say anything if you aren't doing things up to their expectations; if you aren't, then they give you a bad grade. simple as that.

"is this about me being late?" I ask. he lets out a sigh before answering. he sounds disappointed.

"you're constantly tardy, and when you hand in your homework, you barely seem to have put in the effort. it's messy."

"messy?" I start to get annoyed. I'm only doing this so that I can get my degree. it's a fucking requirement. even though I'm not the biggest fan of mathematics, I still do my best and hand in my assignments on time. plus, the latest I arrive is five minutes-- it's not like I'm stumbling in halfway through the lesson.

"you've never come to office hours to ask for help or explained your lateness, which I, as your professor, would have appreciated." he scolds. honestly, I don't know what to say. my eyes narrow.

"I have my studio class on the other side of campus." I explain. "I should have emailed about that and I'm sorry, but I'm also not being lax about my work."

he goes around to the other side of his desk and glances up at me while he organizes some loose documents to pack away. he looks way too good when he's exasperated: his hands tighten around the papers, his eyebrows come together in this cute way. his tie is a little crooked, too.

"are you struggling with the content?"

"sometimes, yeah. but I can handle reaching out for help if I need it." I reply. he's pissing me off with these questions. I can see from the expression on his face that he's surprised by my reaction.

"really?" he slides some books into his messenger bag. that was definitely sarcastic; I know it was. "because it doesn't really seem like you have."

"I like to find help on my own." I shoulder my bag and cross my arms over my chest. there's no way he's gonna talk to me like that and expect me to not respond in kind.

"I'm reserving a slot on Wednesday evening for you," he looks up and holds my gaze. hazel irises that dare me to challenge him further. "I want you in office hours so that we can figure out how you're gonna catch up before the midterm."

"fine." I turn on my heel and leave. I know I'm not supposed to talk to my professor like that, or even to behave with such apprehension. but something about him makes me angry in the kind of way that settles in my stomach. I hate that he's right. I'm not going to do well on that damn test if I don't get some help.

but that doesn't mean I can't have some fun with it.

when I rush into his office on Wednesday evening, the sun is just starting to set through his window. there's a pinkish glow that smooths over Dr. Reid's desk as he glances up at me. I had to run to get here.

"you're late." he nods to the clock on the wall. I roll my eyes.

"only one minute, though. I had another class."

he sighs and folds his hands on his desk. "how are you doing today, Ms. Y/L/N?" a strangely polite question for the look on his face. he's frustrated with me.

"I'm quite well, Dr. Reid." I smile brightly, slightly excited by the anger on his face, and sit at the chair in front of his desk.

"I didn't know you were interested in art." he says simply. I'm confused for a moment before I remember that I told him that the course before his is a studio lesson.

"I didn't know you cared."

"do you make a habit of that?" he quirks an eyebrow.

"of what?" my expression is saccharine.

"being rude to people who control your grades."

"unless you're considering being unethical in your practices and allowing your personal opinion of me to influence my grade, then no." I counter. he's silent for a moment, taking in my words like they've left a mark on him.

"well, you'd most likely fail if I asked you to leave my office hours right now. whose fault would that be?" he fidgets with his hands and leans forward just a bit, his voice dropping to a lower tone. I bite back a smile.

"you wouldn't."

"and why is that?" he baits.

"because you're not a shitty professor, Dr. Reid," I lean back in my chair and cross my legs. "as angry as you are, you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you kicked me— a struggling student— out of here for giving you a little attitude."

"a little attitude?" he scoffs. "you've spent the whole semester completely ambivalent."

"not completely." I shrug.

"Y/N, you draw all over your tests and leave at least one problem half-finished every time. you obviously aren't learning." he chuckles mirthlessly. I concede this point; I like to doodle when I'm bored. and there's absolutely nothing more boring to me than numbers.

"okay," I sit up and rest my elbows on the edge of his desk, staring at him. "then teach me."

Dr. Reid holds my gaze for a long moment. we're suspended, it seems, as his lips part and he finds himself speechless. the way I said the words obviously has another layer to it-- he just has to decide whether or not to take the bait.

"what are you struggling with?" he clears his throat and sits up a bit straighter in his seat. that answers my question, I guess. I poke my tongue between my teeth gently, but then pull out my notebook and flip it to a page with some problems outlined on it.

"these." I toss the thing onto his side and he begins to run through the assignment. I watch him pick up a pen and start to explain the steps, slipping into his usual educational tone. his shoulders relax a little as he writes.

I can't see right from the angle I'm at, so I stand and come around onto his side. I hear him pause his speaking for a moment at my proximity, but he doesn't move away.

"does that make sense?" he asks me once he's finished running through the first problem. he basically did all the work. the professor's head turns to gauge my reaction to the explanation, but his eye line is right at the hem of my skirt-- which is already pretty short. for all his attempts to be subtle, he gulps and looks up at me.

"mostly." I brush a piece of hair behind my ear and pretend to scratch at a spot on my upper thigh, dragging the edge of my skirt with it until he can see the smooth skin beneath, practically begging for his touch. "can I ask you a question?"

"sure." he keeps his eyes almost too focused on mine. I try to hide the smile tugging at my lips. now or never, I guess.

"what's your policy on professor/student relationships?"

"my-- my what?" this time, he's audibly scattered when he turns to me. his eyes are wide, dark. even he can't hide his feelings.

"you know," I run my fingertips over the tweed shoulder of his jacket. I can sense the tension beneath his clothes. "like, your policy on fucking a student."

"I--" his cheeks turn pink. he's flustered, albeit not rejecting my touch. "I've never had to think about it before."

"hmm," I look off to the side as if considering this point. his chair is fully turned to face me now, and I'm standing in front of him, almost completely his for the taking. all he has to do is close the gap. "well, what are you thinking about it right now?"

"it's wrong." he stumbles over the words.

"why?"

"well, I mean, you're a student--"

"for a semester that's almost over." I cut him off. he opens and closes his mouth. I take a deep breath, toying with the hem of my skirt. "I know you've been looking at me during class."

"w-what?"

"you're pretty good at hiding it, but you call on me a lot and you get all messed up when I hold eye contact too long during lectures." I say.

he looks down and back up apologetically. he's just sitting there, lap wide open. so I do what any sane girl in my position would do: I climb into it, straddling him and resting my arms around his neck. he sucks in a breath.

"you pretend I'm such a pain," I lean down by his ear, my core drawing over his pants. he tenses as I speak. "but you like that I'm your little problem."

"Y/N..." he trails off, but his hips are bucking up into mine.

"see?" I look between our bodies at his movements, then at him. I smirk as I look into those lust-darkened eyes. after a moment of him not speaking, I straighten. "look, I'll leave you alone if it really bothers you--"

as I start to get off his lap, he grabs me and pulls me back down. the force hits my center at just the right angle and I let out a slight mewl. he hears the sound and before I can register the pleasure, he grabs my face and yanks me closer to kiss him.

god, he feels so good. I rock my hips against his while our lips pass over each other hungrily. so much tension built up over the past few months, so many thoughts I've had of him, now coming to fruition. it's amazing.

"not so 'wrong' now, is it?" I chuckle against his mouth.

"shut up." he orders. one moment of broken contact to slide my top over my head and throw it on the floor.

I sigh as he starts to kiss across my jaw and down my throat. "I like when you talk like that, Dr. Reid."

one hand grips my hips tighter and he releases a groan against my skin.

"is that why you're such a fucking brat in my class?" he bites my collarbone and I moan. "because you want me to put you in your place?"

"mhmm." I hum. his fingertips move under my skirt, sliding up my thighs and toying with the waistband of my panties. he teases me by grazing my slit over the fabric, inhaling sharply at the wet patch.

"sitting in the back of my room, fucking dripping..." he mumbles to himself as he starts to rub me.

"touch me." I breathe out, trying to gain the friction that I need.

"not if you're gonna be a brat." he removes his hand and I let out a frustrated noise as I try to find the pressure I need elsewhere by grinding down on him. he grunts at the way I pant into his mouth, trying to kiss him with every chance I get. his lips are so smooth and sweet against mine. there's something affectionate about it even in its ferocity.

"I'll be good." I practically beg.

"that's what I thought." he slides his tongue over his bottom lip as he watches me whimper on top of him.

"come on, Spencer..." I use the name for the first time and he grabs my face in his hand, squeezing my cheeks.

"not my name, sweetheart." he stares into my eyes expectantly and I smirk.

"you're fucked up, doctor."

"so are you."

after he says that, he lifts me off his lap and stands up, pushing between my shoulder blades until my face is pressed onto the desk. I let out a needy whine, wiggle my ass back in hopes of finding his crotch, but he's not willing to give me that, yet.

instead, he gently touches my skirt, flipping it up so that he can see my ass. immediately, he starts to knead it. my palms are pressed flat against the desk with anticipation, silently thankful that my panties are still on. I think I'd be dripping down my thighs if they weren't.

"are you gonna be more respectful?" his voice is low, one hand tracing over my back. I shake.

"mhmm."

"I won't spank you if you don't use your words, sweetheart."

"yes." I choke out, no longer wanting to give any sort of resistance. I had no idea there was this side of him, and I love it.

he loves it too, apparently, because his hand comes down sharply on my ass. I yelp at the contact and he runs his fingers over the point of impact, rubbing the flesh gently.

"too hard, baby?" he checks.

"harder." I beg. I can't see his face, but I can sense his smile as if it's my own. his palm hits me again, and I gasp.

"you like being punished?"

"yes." strangled and desperate.

he slips his finger beneath the fabric of my panties, collecting my essence and letting out a quiet moan when he feels me. I push my hips against his fingers, partly expecting him to remove all the pressure, but he doesn't bother waiting.

he slips his index inside and I gasp. starts to push in and out, his silence proving his arousal. I can practically feel his eyes on me. the pace increases a bit and he slides in his middle finger. I buck against the desk.

"oh fuck!" I cry out as he starts to go faster. he curls them against my walls and I arch my back.

"two fingers and you're already breaking?" Spencer chuckles as he moves inside me. he keeps one hand on my ass while he does it, starting to finger me at a ridiculous speed while I pant and moan and cry.

"I--" I gulp down air. "I need you in it."

he bends down by my ear, never breaking his rhythm. my legs are shaking from the force. "you need my cock?"

"yes," I feel myself closing in around him. "god, yes."

"you're lucky I wanna fuck you so bad." he mutters. I grin as I hear the clink of his belt coming undone, the sliding through the belt loops, the sound of him stripping down to nothing. I can feel my excitement on the inside of my thighs, spread around by his reckless fingers as he removes my panties and skirt.

he grinds himself against my pussy, coating himself in me, while he releases low, longing moans. I suck in a breath when the head pushes in, every inch pushing me open a little more. I don't have the ability to form words, so I bite my lip and grip onto the edge of the desk until my knuckles turn white.

his breath stops for a moment before he groans.

"so ready for me."

he's not even all the way in, and he has to pause to let me adjust. when he taps the inside of my thigh for me to part them more, I do it quickly and beg him to fill me up. I can barely take the pressure between my hips, but it burns in an inviting way.

"keep going." I direct him. he runs his hands over the curve of my waist and starts to thrust into me at a rate that leaves me panting. it's not too fast or slow, just impatient and needy. every sound that spills from his lips turns me on more.

"where'd the attitude go, huh?" he digs his hips into mine. his cock hits my cervix and I squeak against the wood, but he holds my back down. I don't even try to argue with him, too overcome with the pleasure that's coursing through my limbs. he starts to build up his speed. "don't have much to say when you're getting fucked?"

"Dr. Reid--" I moan.

he plows into me so hard, the desk shifts on the floor and he grabs my ass with both hands.

"take it, baby. fucking take it."

I get up on my elbows to look behind me, just to glimpse how he looks as he gets closer. his curls have fallen more in his face, and his shirt is gone. I want to touch him desperately, to feel the lovely skin of his torso and arms and everything else, but he keeps me down for the most part. all I get is the sight of his mouth open and his hips moving quickly against mine.

"look at me, there you go." he grabs my face and holds me there, our eyes locked. mine are welling at the sheer overwhelming pleasure inside, but his are dark and intense. they search mine for something I can only hope to offer.

"that feels so good, Dr. Reid." I pant. he bites his lip as he watches my mouth hanging open in lecherous shock.

"I bet it does," he explores my body. "coming in here, hoping I fuck you like you deserve. you're lucky I'm going easy on you."

"thank you." I whine.

"you might need some extra lessons, yeah?" he grunts out, moving into me with a bruising force.

"yes, please." I whisper. my voice is practically gone at this point, my mind entirely focused on the knot building in my stomach.

"what was that, baby?" he pulls my hair gently.

"yes— fuck— yes, please, Dr. Reid."

"what a beautiful girl." he smirks. I whimper when he runs his fingernails down my ribcage. I can feel it coming from the way he starts to move tumultuously, every thrust pushing harder and seeking more release. it's fervent, how he takes me and grips my hips like the force itself will push him over the edge.

"I'm so close..." I breathe out as I try for as much friction as I can.

"show me," he drops down so his stomach is flush to my back. "show me how you cum, Y/N."

the way he says my name-- husky and warm and full of lust-- causes me to snap. I cry out as he reaches around to clamp a hand around my mouth, climaxing and pulsing around his dick as I drop down against the surface again. I want him to finish inside, so I do my best to keep him here. and his thrusts are getting more staccato as he chases the sensation my walls create.

"can I fill you, angel?" he asks. he's breathing right by my ear, and the feeling is sending shivers down my spine. I love how his weight feels.

"yes." I moan and he slides his fingers into my mouth. I suck on them while he orgasms, jerking into my pussy and letting out unholy sounds of ecstasy. he says unintelligible things in the throes of his orgasm. pounds into me until I'm sure I won't be able to walk tomorrow.

"jesus christ, Y/N." he slows to a stop. when he pulls his cock out of me, the absence makes me whine. I miss his body already.

"oh my god." I clench my hands into fists as I try to catch my breath. I'm still bent over the desk as though I've been completely sapped of all my energy. I suppose I have. he doesn't touch me for a moment in the spirit of letting me recover from the small shudders still running over my skin.

"that was great." he says after we've both had time to fill our lungs. I push myself onto my elbows again.

"correct." I grin and straighten up more until I'm standing. he stares at me, at the cum now dripping down my legs, entranced.

"let me get you something to clean up." he snaps out of it a little. I can't stop looking at him, either, in love with the way he moves and the way he breathes after exerting himself on my body.

"come here." I bite my lip. for some reason, despite what we just did, this is scarier than everything else. he steps closer and I reach up, kiss him softly. part of me worries that he'll pull away and be terrified. maybe that he'll tell me that I've read too much into this.

he's much gentler than before. our first kiss was full of need and primal desire, but this is more affectionate. I remove myself from his embrace.

"okay, you can go now." I giggle. his fingertips linger on my waist and he smiles. I push his shoulder. "I literally have your cum all over me-- go."

"fine." he starts to put his clothes on.

"does this mean I get an A?" I joke. Spencer shakes his head.

"nice try. when we're done cleaning you up, we're gonna sit down and figure this out."

I let out a whine, and he kisses my cheek before looking me in the eyes. "it'll be fun. I promise."

"math is not fun."

"I can't believe I like a girl who doesn't enjoy such a beautiful subject." he rolls his eyes and I giggle. he's perfect.

#spencer reid #spencer reid one shot #dr. reid #criminal minds #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #professor reid

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roscgcld · 4 years ago

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HEADCANONS + GOJO SATORU || sweet but ‘scary’ s/o

request: How would Satour react if crush/future s/o was sweet and caring person, but could turn into a deadly assassin badass when they need too?

note: i feel like you’re a returning requester because the of the typo for gojo’s name lol. I see you reappearing in my inbox so much. i’m chilled with it, it makes me happy that you enjoy my writing enough to come back c: i did change the request a little cause i couldn’t finish it after writing half of the headcanon lol - so i hope you don’t mind c:

i based this around this post!

pronouns: them/they

everyone knows you as the ‘sweet and warm sensei’ that everyone can turn to when things start to get too much

a parental figure that will listen to their issues without judgement, or feeling the need to give them advice; just someone who they can just rant to without needing to hear anything back in reply

on days where they are just overwhelmed with work, you’d come into the study room with bags of snacks, asking if they want to go to the rec room in their dorm for a well deserved break

you’re the same for your co-workers/fellow graduated classmates - when you were a student in the college, you are considered as the sweet and caring senpai who bakes snacks for everyone

so you cannot believe their shock when you had gotten together with gojo - to which everyone threatened gojo at least twice to take care of you; unless he wants to feel their wrath

and i headcanon that even though gojo always claims that he is the ‘strongest sorcerer alive’ - an angry shoko never fails to send shivers of fear up his spine

but in general, after awhile they realised that somehow, you managed to tame the ‘wild and rambunctious’ gojo satoru into becoming your doting and ever loving boyfriend. who is still a huge pain in the ass, but at least he is loyal lol

you’d help to do the group laundry on your off days because you hate the idea that everyone is running out of fresh clothes, whilst teaching nanami and haibara how to use the washer and dryer (cause nanami gotta learn how to be the perfect man from someone)

on days when you’re on dinner duty, no one misses them because you cook the best and most warmest meals for them all - makes them miss home a little less

although you always have this super sweet and caring front, there was a side to you that gojo had never told anyone of; it’s nothing bad. but when he first saw it, he was definitely taken back

he witnessed it when you are sent on a mission together - there were a group of troublemaker kids who had entered an abandoned hospital that had been inhabited by a Special Grade that seemed to be trapping them inside

so you two were sent to go and retrieving the kids if they are alive, but your job is to exorcise the curse no matter the outcome

gojo knew that you hated that answer, so he allows you to drag him about the many hallways of the school, trying to find the young kids before the curse gets to them

when you found them, your motherly side came out as you fussed over the sniffling and crying kids; using the small first aid kit you had on your person of all time to help them clean and bandage any scratches and wounds they had on their body

gojo was annoyed that you seemed so focused on the kids, but he still stood guard like you had asked him too; arms crossed and an annoyed pout resting on his face

he was about to whine to you again, asking when you’re done when he freeze at the sudden strong source of Cursed Energy that was radiating from somewhere

he had just turned to warn you when a sudden blur passed him, causing him to blink his eyes in shock as he glances over at where you were moments ago; only to be faced with equally shocked kids

“wha-” he mutters before he turned to poke his head out the classroom you had taken refuse in, just in time to see you with your weapon drawn and already stabbing the Curse without hesitation

he was stunned at the sight of his lover, his sweet and kind bunny, going absolutely ham on the Curse; exorcising it within a second

gojo just stared at you in shock, which was rare as it is; his mouth parted in awe as he watches as you dust yourself off and made your way back towards him; your kind smile painted on your features once more

“well - shall we leave then?”

gojo had gone back to the college with you after you had dropped the kids off with the cops; unsure of how to bring up at how different you were when you are serious and have your head in the game

because of this, he had never really told anyone about this side of you; since he really saw no reason to reveal it. he just learns to accept it, and that it is just another part of you that he loves as much as he loves you

fast forward a few years, now you and gojo have been together ever since the third year of high school; having raised megumi together as a couple, and had officially became one of the teachers of the school

many of the students had yet to see this ‘side’ side of yours. whilst people like nanami and ijichi had seen it first hand; and had both unanimously decided to never piss you off

however, your beloved students just saw you as the sweet sensei who made them muffins and cakes on their birthdays, who teaches them things they’d need to know to become an adult

you’re a familiar pillar that they can lean on during the darkest of times; so they never believe when Yaga-sensei or Nanami try to tell them that beneath that kindness there is something that they should watch out for

the students cannot imagine their kind and soft-spoken sensei to be this scary killing machine that is known to be one of the best sorcerers to deal with heavily infested areas

they had no reason to believe so - until Yaga-sensei had approved for them to shadow Gojo-sensei and you for your latest mission

they stood at the side with Nanami and another First Grade Sorcerer to watch as the both of you entered the abandoned office block on the outskirts of tokyo

you had noticed the students, and after giving them a warm smile and wave you and gojo made your way inside of the building as the curtain was completed; blocking the outside world from looking in

at first the students were not sure what they were actually waiting for, since they couldn’t really see any action from where they are standing - which was the entire reason for their trip

they questioned nanami as to why they had to stand at such a distance away, but nanami just held his hand out and told them to be patient and wait for a few more moments

suddenly there was a huge bang! before what seemed to be a figure shooting out from the exploding rubble; a manic glint in your eyes as you spun your weapon in your hand so it pointed downward as you started to fall

the students watched in horror and shock whilst you seemed to be having the time of your life, gojo just standing behind you with a soft grin as he protected your back; yet made no real move to get in your way

they watched in horror at the sigh of you exorcising the Curses around you without hesitation, a dark and determined look shining in your eyes. a far cry from the sweet smile you always have on your face

no one knew what to say as they continue to watch as you exorcise the masses of Curses. too shocked to really process everything happening before them. even megumi was stunned, since he had never seen this ‘dark’ side of you before

whilst gojo looks like he was having a blast, even cheering you on from the sidelines, nanami was just shaking his head with a tired sigh

“so much for ‘educational purposes’,” nanami hummed tiredly as he turned to the other first grade sorcerer, who just smiles back in response. “shall we grabbed some hot chocolate for the kids? there is a cafe that we passed whilst driving over here.”

when the other person agreed the two of them started to usher the kids away, nanami waving off gojo’s whine of how he was going to be missing the best parts

“you fawn over your lover by yourself, gojo - i am going to make sure the kids don’t go into further shock then they already are.”

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gossip-girl-of-middleearth · 4 years ago

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WHOMST IS THIS OC BAKER BOY ELF I SEE YOU SPEAKING ABOUT!???! DO TELL!!

~vaya

GAH YES I LOVE MY SOFT BAKER ELF BOY!!

He is one of my most favourite OC’s, because he is quite literally a cinnamon roll.

(him on the top left, not my art but my faceclaim, as found on Pinterest with no other link)

His name is “Oranor” (it means “Sunday” in Elvish—the day he was begetted on)

He’s from another one of my main stories, “Phony Matrimony”

Basically, he’s about the elven equivalent of 18 years old, and developed a strong childhood crush on Legolas after the war against Sauron, upon seeing him ride to Aragorn’s coronation atop a white steed (very swoon-worthy for a 6 year old gay-to-be)

When Legolas took over Ithilien, I headcanon he built his town in Emyn Arnen—a canon place which looks like the Shire, but more yellow.

(Emyn Arnen, Ithilien)

He’s a baker’s boy (originally born in mirkwood) who Legolas regularly orders from, and the story follows one big lie that Oranor accidentally orchestrated with his scheming older brother.

So, his parents perished in the war, so he and his brother are both taken in by their aunt, Bronwe.

His older brother, Remmirath (means “constellation”), is an...eccentric “El Dorado” type of fellow, always chasing one big adventure after another, or selling snake oil as “cures” to people—a total charlatan.

Remmi comes back one day to find his little brother heartbroken over Legolas being forced to choose a Sindar-blooded partner soon by Thranduil (Oranor himself is just a lowly silvan), and sees an opportunity to be set for life.

The brothers are both naturally brunette, but Remmi returns as a blonde, explaining that he found this “amazing flower” which can change your hair colour for a short amount of time (like polyjuice potion, but just for your hair), depending on which hued flower you pick.

After being coerced (Remmirath just wants his brother to marry a royal so he can mooch off of them both), Oranor agrees to take the flower and turn blonde, as to convince Legolas and Thranduil that he, “Alfirin” (his new alias, quite literally means “white flower”), is actually Glorfindel’s illegitimate son, making him of noble blood, and consequently allowed to marry Legolas.

Big antics ensue with a “suitor competition”, as Thranduil calls in potential elves for Legolas to court, and now Oranor, under the guise of the blonde “Alfirin” has to make Legolas fall in love with him.

However, Legolas has actually been in love with the simple baker’s boy all along, and isn’t interested in any of the suitors, until “Alfirin” starts to remind him of Oranor, who has mysteriously skipped town.

An extract of chapter 2 underneath the cut!

I’ll get around to posting the story eventually lol

Also don’t mind Legolas being a little bit scandalous, he’s doing it to piss his father off (and rightfully so, too)

🥖🥖🥖🥖🥖🥖🥖🥖🥖🥖🥖🥖🥖🥖🥖🥖

Blowing a stray strand of his fringe out from his eyes, Oranor readied himself under his breath. Readjusting the crate underarm, he shifted his weight to one hip.

Muttering quietly to himself, the young elf further pushed the letter down behind the sticky buns. “You can do this, Oran. He will never know it’s you unless you reveal so to him. Don’t be a coward, for once in your life, don’t be just a little baker’s boy. All you have to do is—”

Halting his nervous tongue, Oranor heard voices on the other side of the door. They sounded heated and tense, clearly two males.

It was only with quite some strain on Oranor’s elven ears, that he recognised both Thranduil and Legolas’ voices.

The Elvenking was here, in Emyn Arnen?

Frightened out of his idea immediately, but still curious, Oranor pressed his ear flat against the wood, and listened closely.

“I ask this of you because I care about you, Legolas!”

“Ada, please! You only wish for me to court so you can have an heir begotten for you!”

“That is NOT true, and I resent your thoughts regarding so! Just study the list of names, Legolas. Some are male, too! I know you and your preferences.”

“My preference is to NOT get married right now! Especially to your presumptuous list! I’ll be sailing soon after Aragorn’s departure from our world, so what does it matter, Ada?”

“You will be lonely by yourself overseas! I want to ensure my son is spoken for before he goes.”

“Your son is speaking; you’re just not listening.”

“I could be a lot meaner, Legolas. I am allowing you to choose whom you marry freely, so long as they’re from my list. There are many names on there! You will see—love will find you swiftly.”

There was a short silence on the other side of the door, and Oranor imagined it was his usually reserved lord taking a moment to roll his eyes at his father. Once those few seconds had passed, Thranduil spoke up again—sterner this time, too.

“I am not being unreasonable, Legolas. I only ask two things of you; that you see to yourself being betrothed in the next few months, and that they be of Sindar lineage. There are many to choose from. I won’t hear another word about it—you are still my subject and heir, therefore I have the right to ask this of you.”

Oranor gulped down the nerves that rose in his throat, and made quick moves to retrieve the letter. Hastily, for he heard footsteps approaching from the other side of the door (most likely Legolas seeking to leave his father’s presence in a furious state), Oranor began to rip the letter in two.

He was blushing madly in humiliation. Of course he could never court Legolas. Legolas was a prince, and Sindar at that. Oranor himself was just a lowly Silvan of bakery origins. It was simply not meant to be.

Perhaps it hadn’t moved past a childish crush after all.

Feeling the tips of his ears turning red, Oranor anxiously glanced between the letter he was tearing in half, as well as the door.

He knew he could not hide both himself and the crate in time, for the angered steps were upon him. Glancing all around, Oranor spun on his heel a few times, as he hastily thought of where to flee and stash the crate.

There was a pot of fern to his right, but before he could throw the crate inside and finish tearing the letter, the door to Legolas’ large reading room opened.

A roaring fireplace soon met Oranor with its warmth, as it fought to fend off the winter snow’s cold, just outside the large windows of light running along one side of the room.

Oranor, shorter than his lord by at least a head, was soon met face-to-face with Legolas. They blinked at each other in shock for a moment, before Thranduil spoke up again.

Oranor peeked over the prince’s soldier, and saw the king rise from the long couch before the fire to chase after his son.

“Legolas, do not be such a child, it is very unbecoming of you to storm away—”

Thranduil, too, was stunned to find someone there. If he didn’t possess all the class in the world, Thranduil perhaps would have been embarrassed over someone having heard his conversation.

Formally, Oranor bowed his head to both Thranduil and Legolas, and greeted them by their respective titles. At the same time, he tucked the one half of the letter he’d managed to rip into his winter cloak’s pocket—partially grateful the rest was hidden down the side of the buns.

At least most of it was unintelligible now.

“Your majesty.” He moved his eyes away from Thranduil’s, and nervously met Legolas’. “My lord.”

“My delivery?” Legolas repeated back, offering a mustered smile to the baker’s boy. He also gave a brief nod down at the buns in gesture.

“Yes, my lord,” Oranor meekly replied, shifting the crate under his arm again, so that he brought it forwards with both hands.

“Amazing timing,” Legolas sincerely commended. He took the order and practically drooled over the scent of cinnamon and icing.

Turning on his heel, and ignoring his unimpressed father, Legolas walked over to the table set before the fire. He placed the crate down promptly, planning on curling up with a good book later on and divulging himself in the treats.

The crate was slightly messy, and icing soon covered the lord’s fingers. Extracting a low, quiet whine from the back of Oranor’s throat, he watched as Legolas licked the icing from his fingers, one by one.

Thranduil caught this, and narrowed his eyes in Oranor’s direction. The younger elf noticed the king’s scrutiny quickly, and averted his eyes from the blonde, who seemed to be cleaning each finger very slowly, almost aware of his audience.

“Legolas,” Thranduil ordered, pausing the lord’s tongue as he looked at his father innocently with blinking eyes. “Pay the baker, and then we shall discuss your betrothal plans further.”

With one finger still in his mouth, Legolas flickered his eyes on over at Oranor. The brunette could’ve sworn he spotted mischief behind the blue, and the slightest of smirks upon his lips.

Oranor shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, wishing more than anything to run upstairs in the bakery to his bedroom. It’d been a blessing since his older brother had left on another adventure, for privacy was entirely his in the shared room and bunk beds, and his alone.

“Of course, Ada,” Legolas replied, popping his finger from his mouth. “I was just about to.”

#lord of the rings #lotrdaily #lotr movies #the hobbit #elves #hobbit #mirkwood #legolas #Ithilien #lotr fanfic #lotr x oc #Legolas x oc

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redroomwidows · 4 years ago

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Hello! I was wondering if I could get a MCU ship?

I'm a heterosexual girl who's a gemini (I don't usually include my star sign but I saw it in the rules so I decided to put in 😂). I'm very much shy and quiet when you first get to know me and I usually don't speak up unless I'm spoken to, but that's because I usually have my walls up. Once I get comfortable and warm up to you, I become extremely bubbly and animated, often times enthusiastic and dorky.

I love to read books(anything will be good so long as the plot is excellent, same goes with movies and shows), to write about anything too from stories to essays, doing art (my skills aren't great but i love learning about them). I also love discussing things about history, philosophy, politics, and culture, but anything deep and not small talk is good!

My close friends and family often say I'm soft, sweet, empathetic (like a cinnamon roll), and I'm often the peacemaker of the group. I'm also a bit playful and can be teasing. I'm a bit of meme and klutz as well. Due to my curious nature, I'm a good listener and will give out advice, comfort, and support if needed. I love helping people out mainly because I just want to, and I look out for my friends and do my best to protect them at all costs. I usually hate it when someone gets bullied or is hurt since it really makes my patience lessen 😂.

I'm also academically inclined, so I love being educated on various topics and indulge myself into it. For music, I love listening to classical, rock, jazz, or anything from the past. Although, disney has a very special in my heart. Also, I apparently love stories so much that when someone is telling them they have my full and complete attention.

Lastly, my love language is words of affirmation and quality time.

Oh wow, that was a lot to type in, sorry in advance if this seems overwhelming btw :")

Thank you so much in advance! Hope you're doing well and staying safe! :))✨💗💐💫

maybe i’m in love with you

Also, honestly the star sign but is only there for if i’m really stuck and i see if people mention they’re like or not like them lol.

I ship you with Steve Rogers 💙

Honestly I’m just getting good vibes

He’d like that you were a bit quite and reserved and this man would try his best to fund out about you

he’d like start awkward conversations and hope for the best when you first meet

Then as your walls start to fall down he becomes more in love the more he learns

He totally reads a book at the same time as you to catch himself up with the modern world

mini competitions to see who could read a book the fastest

you catch him up on movies and tv

date nights are exceptional

long conversations

I feel like he’d live and relate to your need to help others

I think a relationship between you two would be super sweet and caring

like a couple you see in the shops and think ‘wow’ as you watch them laugh

You help him learn and he loves discovering new things with you

will totally tell you about his childhood and about the 20’s-40’s if you asked

#marvel ships #mcu ships #ships #steve rogers x reader #latte-is-late

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mvsicinthedvrk · 4 years ago

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mmm personality test sorting time !!

i’ve done one character a day for a while & now they’re all done, so: fun sorts for my characters alphabetically under the cut.

i took the 16 personalities test for the mbti, the eclectic energies test for the enneagram, for hogwarts house I was going to originally just choose based on instinct but i did end up using this knockoff pottermore test, and then I did the open psychometrics “which character are you statistically most like” quiz for the last one.

henry strauss--

mbti: INFP (the mediator) -- “Mediators may feel directionless or stuck unless they connect with a sense of purpose for their lives. For many Mediators, this purpose has something to do with helping and uplifting others. Empathetic by nature, these personalities may feel other people’s suffering as if it were their own“ lmfao oh henry

enneagram: oh he’s a type 4 for sure. I agree with that 200%. -- “Fours are emotionally complex and highly sensitive. They long to be understood and appreciated for their authentic selves, but easily feel misunderstood and unappreciated.”

hogwarts house: 42% hufflepuff (then in order: ravenclaw, gryffindor, slytherin)

which other characters are you most like:

#1: charlie from perks of being a wallflower (OUCH!!)

#2: wes gibbons from htgawm

#3: jonathan byers from stranger things

holland vosijk--

mbti: ISTJ (the logistician)-- “Logisticians have sharp, fact-based minds, and prefer autonomy and self-sufficiency to reliance on someone or something. Dependency on others is often seen by Logisticians as a weakness, and their passion for duty, dependability and impeccable personal integrity forbid falling into such a trap.” this is so funny to me. it’s very true.

enneagram: type 8-- “People of this personality type are essentially unwilling to be controlled, either by others or by their circumstances; they fully intend to be masters of their fate... Eights have a hard time lowering their defenses in intimate relationships. Intimacy involves emotional vulnerability and such vulnerability is one of the Eight's deepest fears” legit

hogwarts house: 40% slytherin (then in order: ravenclaw, gryffindor, hufflepuff)-- this actually surprises me because I would have guessed ravenclaw instead.

what other characters are you most like:

#1: carolyn martens from killing eve (i didn’t know who this was but apparently she’s “principled yet ruthless” and that tracks)

#2: severus snape from harry potter

#3: mr. darcy from pride and prejudice (lmfao)

kaz brekker--

mbti: ESTJ (the executive)-- I don’t know that this is accurate because the whole first paragraph of the description is about how executives understand right/wrong and embrace honesty and tradition BUT later in the description some of it aligns: “Executives don’t work alone, and they expect their reliability and work ethic to be reciprocated – people with this personality type meet their promises, and if partners or subordinates jeopardize them through incompetence or laziness, or worse still, dishonesty, they do not hesitate to show their wrath. This can earn them a reputation for inflexibility.”

enneagram: type 3-- “They are frequently hard working, competitive and are highly focused in the pursuit of their goals... They are often self-made and usually find some area in which they can excel... They know how to present themselves, are self-confident, practical, and driven... They are good networkers who know how to rise through the ranks.” THAT’S accurate.

hogwarts house: almost the same as holland, which is unsurprising-- 37% slytherin, then 30% ravenclaw with gryffindor and hufflepuff trailing far behind.

what other characters are you most like:

#1: amy dunne from gone girl (lmfaoooooo)

#2: walter white from breaking bad

#3: vicious from cowboy bepop

martin blackwood--

mbti: INFJ (the advocate)-- “Advocates generally strive to do what’s right – and they want to help create a world where others do the right thing as well... Advocates may be reserved, but they communicate in a way that is warm and sensitive... Advocates might find themselves feeling especially stressed in the face of conflict and criticism. These personalities tend to act with the best of intentions, and it can frustrate them when others don’t appreciate this.” awww that’s sweet I do like that for him.

enneagram: type 2, with 6 being a close second. I definitely called that. “People of this personality type essentially feel that they are worthy insofar as they are helpful to others... Twos are warm, emotional people who care a great deal about their personal relationships, devote an enormous amount of energy to them, and who expect to be appreciated for their efforts.”

hogwarts house: 39% hufflepuff, and then the others are all fundamentally tied around 20-21% each. I’d agree with that.

what other characters are you most like:

#1: landry clarke from friday night lights (initially i was like-- a football player? what? but then his wiki description is: “generally polite, awkward, and enjoys playing guitar” so lol ok)

#2: cameron james from 10 things i hate about you

#3: peeta mellark from the hunger games

melanie king--

mbti: ESTP (the entrepreneur)-- “Entrepreneurs keep their conversation energetic, with a good dose of intelligence, but they like to talk about what is – or better yet, to just go out and do it. Entrepreneurs leap before they look, fixing their mistakes as they go, rather than sitting idle, preparing contingencies and escape clauses.”

enneagram: like holland, she’s for sure a type 8: “Eights are strong willed, decisive, practical, tough minded and energetic.” I think the aggressive aspect of type eights is more obvious in her personality than his, though.

hogwarts house: 47% gryffindor! then, in order: slytherin, ravenclaw, hufflepuff.

what other characters are you most like:

#1: erica sinclair from stranger things

#2: max mayfield from stranger things

#3: lois lane from smallville (yessss)

orpheus--

mbti: INFP (the mediator)-- I was actually surprised he got introverted instead of extroverted, but here we are. “Mediators’ creativity and idealism can bloom even after the darkest of seasons. Although they know the world will never be perfect, Mediators still care about making it better however they can. This quiet belief in doing the right thing may explain why these personalities so often inspire compassion, kindness, and beauty wherever they go.”

enneagram: oh, yep, he’s a type 9-- “People of this personality type essentially feel a need for peace and harmony. They tend to avoid conflict at all costs, whether it be internal or interpersonal... Nines tend to adopt an optimistic approach to life; they are, for the most part, trusting people who see the best in others; they frequently have a deep seated faith that things will somehow work out.”

hogwarts house: my sweet son is 43% hufflepuff, then gryffindor, ravenclaw, and essentially no slytherin.

what other characters are you most like:

#1: flounder from the little mermaid (ok that’s sort of rude)

#2: snow white from snow white

#3: dorothy gale from the wizard of oz (that tracks)

patroclus--

mbti: INFJ (the advocate)-- so, same as martin. “Advocates can speak with great passion and conviction, especially when standing up for their ideals. At other times, however, they may choose to be soft-spoken and understated, preferring to keep the peace rather than challenge others.” i love him sm.

enneagram: he’s a type 2, also like martin, the helper type. this half-surprises me because i thought there was maybe a chance he’d be a type 6.

hogwarts house: it’s actually really close between hufflepuff and gryffindor? 31% and 32% respectively. then slytherin, then ravenclaw.

what other characters are you most like:

#1: eliza hamilton from hamilton

#2: glenn rhee from the walking dead

#3: ben hargreeves from the umbrella academy

wei wuxian--

mbti: ENFP (the campaigner)-- “Campaigners, like all their Diplomat cousins, are shaped by their Intuitive (N) quality, allowing them to read between the lines with curiosity and energy... Charming, independent, energetic and compassionate, the 7% of the population that they comprise can certainly be felt in any crowd.”

enneagram: he’s my only type 7. “They tend to be extroverted, multi-talented, creative and open minded... They often have an entrepreneurial spirit and are able to convey their enthusiasm to those with whom they come in contact. When they are able to focus their talents, they are often highly successful. Focusing does not always come easily for Sevens, however.”

hogwarts house: this test says he’s 29% slytherin, 27% gryffindor, 23% hufflepuff, and 21% ravenclaw.

what other characters are you most like:

#1: george weasley from harry potter (oh that’s genuinely really good)

#2: abby sciuto from ncis (that’s actually perfect too from what i know about ncis)

#3: nymphadora tonks from harry potter

yuri plisetsky--

mbti: ISTJ (the logistician), same as holland-- “Logistician personalities are no-nonsense, and when they’ve made a decision, they will relay the facts necessary to achieve their goal, expecting others to grasp the situation immediately and take action... To Logisticians, honesty is far more important than emotional considerations.”

enneagram: he’s type 3-- “People of this personality type need to be validated in order to feel worthy; they pursue success and want to be admired... When unhealthy, their narcissism takes an ugly turn and they can become cold blooded and ruthless in the pursuit of their goals.” lol

hogwarts house: 31% slytherin and 27% ravenclaw, then gryffindor and hufflepuff in last.

what other characters are you most like:

#1: cordelia chase from buffy the vampire slayer (once again, hilarious)

#2: amy march from little women

#3: tahani al-jamil from the good place

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theangriestpea · 5 years ago

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Submission | Sweet Pea

Summary: A week ago Sweet Pea spurned your advances to make your casual relationship more serious, but something makes him reconsider. <ao3> <kink masterlist>

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.9k+

Warnings: Smut, Spanking, Dom/Sub, Unprotected sex

A/N: Combining anon smut dialogue request with the Dom/Sub Relationship square on my @riverdalebingo Bingo card. Not my best but that's because I'm a little burnt out lol. writing 70k in two months will do that.

“Would you reconsider if I was sober?” You ask, voice hoarse with the pain of rejection. Sweet Pea stared down at you, trying to gauge how much you really wanted this type of relationship with him. While it wasn’t new to him, he knew it would be new to you. Any other Serpent would be jumping at the chance but he always had reservations about acting on desires when a partner was intoxicated. He didn’t like the hazy lines of consent.

“Y/N, I’m not discussing this with you right now. Let me drive you home instead so you can sleep it off.” He replied, not knowing what his actual answer to your question may be. He let out a tired sigh as tears finally started to cascade down your face, taking your makeup with them. He didn’t want to hurt you. That was the opposite of what he wanted. But what you were asking…

A week ago Sweet Pea had rejected your advances, and you’d be lying if you said it still didn’t hurt. You had previously had a casual sexual relationship with him but you wanted something more serious. Specifically you wanted to explore your kinkier side, however when you approached him about it he completely shut you down. He had barely spoken to you since and you knew he was avoiding you.

Toni had tried putting you back together multiple times, however the pieces never seemed to stick. Tonight you and the other Serpents were hanging out at the quarry, something you had done since you were teenagers. Most of you were in your early twenties now and finally acclimating to the real world. Sometimes you wished things could just be the way they were when you were in high school...uncomplicated.

“I’m sure I can get some kind of sexual gratification just from staring at him if I try hard enough.” You said to Toni as you sipped on your cup of water. You had opted to be one of the DDs tonight.

Your best friend groaned at you. Toni was at her wit’s end with this hopeless pining. She couldn’t stand to see you so miserable and yet so desperately horny. “I will go talk to him.” She said as she stood. “Stay here, okay? Christ, usually Cheryl is the one that plays matchmaker…”

You watched as she left, grumbling to herself as she approached her over-sized friend who was busy chatting with Fangs. You chewed on your bottom lip as you watched her, your heart thudding painfully if you chest. Uncertainty overwhelmed you and you were sure that you couldn’t handle another rejection from the man that you had had a hardcore crush on since you were fifteen.

“You need to go talk to her, Sweet Pea.” Toni said in a tone that dared him to defy her. “She has been moping since last Saturday! I know you have feelings for her too so stop with whatever bullshit game you’re playing and go apologize!”

“Apologize for what, Topaz?” Sweet Pea asked, clearly irritated. “For not wanting to dominate her while she was drunk? If anything she should be thanking me.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose, attempting to reign in her anger. “She’s not drunk now, so go talk to her already! I’m sick of listening to her pine over you knowing that you’re doing the same thing over her with Fogarty!”

Fangs grinned that signature smile, “She’s gotta point, man. You were literally just talking about how much you wanted to be balls deep in her right now.”

Sweet Pea punched him in the shoulder as a way to silence him, but Fangs just chuckled to himself. His gaze returned to Toni and he let out a heavy sigh of defeat. “Fine, Toni. I’ll go talk to her.”

He left his two friends and walked over to where you were by the fire. He sat down next to you on the log and pulled out a cigarette to smoke. After lighting it and taking a drag, he finally looked at you. You were shaking lightly in anticipation, your nerves so tightly screwed that you thought you may vomit. You wish you could have heard the conversation between him, Toni, and Fangs.

“So, you want to be my little sub?” He asked finally, exhaling smoke with his words. “Are you sure about that, princess? Things might get a little rough. I don’t want to hurt you unless you want me to.”

Your face was alight with embarrassment. It was one thing to talk about your desires while drunk, that was easy. Discussing it stone cold sober was incredibly different. “Y-Yes,” You managed to choke out. “Please, I want you to hurt me just...not by breaking my heart again.”

He turned to look at you, his expression softening as he observed the pained look on your face. “I wasn’t trying to break your heart, Y/N. You had just never talked about that kind of relationship before. I wasn’t about to go that route with you and then you regret it when you sobered up. A good dom never takes advantage of their sub, got it?”

You nodded your head, “So...will you do it?” You braved the question, wishing with all your might that he’d say yes. Your spirit seemed to soar when he answered it with a smug grin.

“You bet that tight ass, I will.” He said, putting an arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer to his body. “Let’s go back to my trailer. I’ve been dying to fuck you again since last Saturday.”

Sweet Pea stood, pulling you up with him and tossing his cigarette butt. You wrapped an arm around his waist. “Taking your bike?” You asked curiously, having always wanted to ride on the back of it.

His hand slid down to give your ass a playful squeeze. “Naturally.” He replied as you both approached his motorcycle. He handed you a helmet before getting on. You shoved it onto your head and straddled the seat behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso tightly.

He quickly made it back to his trailer and parked his bike. You took the helmet off before getting up and handing back to him. Sweet Pea took it in his hands and led you inside. You had only been inside his trailer a few times and never for longer than it took for you both to get off. You never made a habit of sleeping over as you knew he didn’t quite care for that sort of commitment.

Once inside of his trailer, he set the helmet down and looked you over. “And you’re sure this is what you want?” He asked again in a serious voice. “Will you tell me if it gets too much?”

“Of course.” You said with a small smile as you grabbed him by the denim vest and pulled him flush against you. “Safe word is cosmos.”

He chuckled lightly, “You’ve put a lot of thought into this, haven’t you?” He asked, his hands trailing slowly up your sides underneath your shirt. “Can’t stop fantasizing about me, can you? I bet you’re already soaking those panties of yours.”

“Who said I was wearing any?” You asked playfully as you looked up at him, batting your eyelashes.

His expression darkened, “Oh? No panties? That’s cause for punishment, baby girl. I hope you’re ready.” He whispered dangerously into your ear. You couldn’t help but melt against him, arousal pooling between your legs.

He pulled you closer against him, his large hands now on your bare rib cage. “Go into the bedroom and strip. I’ll be there in a moment.” He whispered dangerously before releasing his hold on you.

You nodded your head helplessly before going into his small bedroom and taking off your clothes for him. A few moments later, Sweet Pea walked in without his vest or flannel shirt. His plain white tank top still kept his chest and abs from view, but his biceps were a delicious enough sight that you didn’t need to see more.

“Bend over, baby girl.” Sweet Pea said, “this is going to hurt.”

You watch him twist his silver rings around his fingers, saliva flooding the inside of your mouth as you turn around. For him, bending over to display your ass to him. He rubbed one cheek with his palm. “Count.” He ordered before rearing his hand back and slapping you hard across the ass. You whimpered at the painful sting, body lurching forward from the force of it. Your grip on his bed sheets tightened to try and distract yourself.

“One,” You gasped. While it hurt profoundly, especially the places where his rings connected with your flesh, there was an undeniable sense of release to it. It was not just painful but arousing as well.

He hit you again, this time taking aim on the other side. “Two,” you said in a mewling whimper. Again and again, until he reached five. He stopped and ran his fingers over the red hand prints to soothe them.

“Good job,” He murmured to you softly. “You did so amazing, babe. I’m so proud of you.” He kissed the back of your neck tenderly. “Would you like to stop?” He wanted to make sure that this hadn’t been too much for you. He didn’t know your limits yet.

But you didn’t want to stop, The high from the spanking just made you all the more needy and his gentle touches and kind words only drove your desires even more wild. “No, please no.” You begged. “I need you to fuck me, Sweets.” You added. “Please just fuck me down into this mattress until I can’t stand.”

Sweet Pea a was a little taken aback by your request, but nonetheless happy to oblige. He stripped off his remaining clothing, his cock already rock hard from punishing you before.

Your upper body was laying on the bed while your legs were keeping your hips and ass upright. He spat into his hand and rubbed it along his shaft to lubricate it, the sound making your toes curl with anticipation.

He pressed his tip against your soaking core, slipping inside of you easily due to how aroused you were. He let out a grunt of satisfaction as you moaned helplessly into the sheets. He pushed all the way in, balls deep as he mentioned to Fangs earlier, reveling in the feeling of your tight pussy around his thick dick.

His hands gripped your hips tightly and really they were the only things that were keeping them upright at the perfect angle. He started to slam into you hard, loving the sounds that were spilling from your mouth. The incoherent begs for more as he moved faster and faster. He didn’t let up, not even when you showed signs of coming undone. Your screams were high pitched, crying for God as he moved relentlessly with what you felt to be god-like strength.

It didn’t take long for you to come hard around him, your walls tensing and fluttering around him in a way that made him moan out curse after curse. He rode out your high, pumping into you until you were whimpering into the mattress. When your voice had finally gone down to its normal decibel, he released inside of you.

Sweet Pea laid down on his bed and pulled you up beside him. His finger trailed down your back in order to go back to your ass. He wanted to help soothe the faint bruises that were starting to form. You were speechless, laying next to him in a state of half-sleep. The sex had drained every last drop of energy from you and you found it hard to stay awake in the blissful afterglow.

He was humming you a lullaby as he continued to trace shapes into your sensitive skin. The deep sound melodious to your ears, easing you into some of the best sleep you had ever had.

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vaguely-concerned · 5 years ago

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I rewatched the mandalorian episode 8 and boy have I got feels for you

- lol gideon’s callouts to all of them though... you have ‘hey cara remember how we blew up your entire planet and killed your fellow soldiers’ and ‘hey din djarin yeah I know who you are lol the mysterious stranger thing doesn’t work on me remember how we apparently murdered a bunch of mandalorian children in one night’ (that’s how I’m taking ‘mandalorian recruits’ anyway) and then finally there’s just ‘greef karga. you’re really old enough to know better.’

- oh bb!din doesn’t cry at any point during the whole flashback :((( bb boy. he’s of course terrified but there are no tears. I’m guessing he’s in shock/dissociated the entire time. (probably also due to having a child actor but I think it makes a lot of sense in-universe too! to put on my trauma hat for a moment he’s always read to me as a combined freeze/flight type; he either dissociates or loses himself in work. I suppose he got started early)

- the look on Papa Djarin’s (I mean I assume) face as tiny din reaches out for him and he knows he has to turn away and leave to save him :) exquisite burning agony

I still wonder so much what his parents did for a living. those red robes look almost like uniforms/religious garb to me or it might of course just be the fashion in this place, people in the background seem to be wearing similar things.

- I LOVE the mando who saves him as a kid because that’s apparently the same actor who’s in the mando suit when it’s not pedro pascal or another stuntman (brendan wayne, I think it is?) so it gives this wonderful feeling that you get now where a lot of din’s body language and general bearing comes from but there’s also just enough difference that it’s clearly another person. with din there’s always this edge of reserve and a slight stiffness no matter how relaxed he is, and this guy has the same basic steadiness as him but seems a bit more open just from these few short shots. (there might be a little bit of character design in this as well -- din’s shoulder pauldrons are naturally uh ‘higher’ than this guy’s, who has smoother/flatter and more rounded shapes, giving the feeling of shoulders just slightly raised and relaxed down respectively)

it’s nice to see the mandos as a protective force even if they have the death watch symbol there to make you go ‘?!?!?!’, there wasn’t a lot of that in clone wars but it’s an ill wind and so on I guess

- this confused jawa looking at the dead stormtroopers is everything. don’t worry you’re doing amazing sweetie

- the context for why din picks up the e-web (channeling the spirit of baze malbus, a man who also didn’t let the fact that his weapon was really meant to be mounted on a tank stop him :’) ) makes it even better: he sees that IG-11 has the baby and that he’s getting overwhelmed and he literally grabs the biggest gun he can find and goes to town to let him get away.

- “I haven’t heard that name spoken since I was a child” ooof but also what are the logistics of that? I’m wondering if it might be the ‘Djarin’ part, if that’s his family name? maybe there hasn’t been a use for that among the mandos? surely someone has needed to call him by name somehow at some point in the last 30+ years lol

- one of the reasons gideon works so well as a villain is that he can get past the beskar. he knows exactly how to kill mandalorians because he’s done it before. he’s not only a huge threat emotionally -- he wants the baby and he’s done some fucked up shit to din’s culture -- he’s also one of the few people who can nullify the physical protection of our main boi in the helmet. and that scares me. because he’s my dad and I love him.

- I’m fairly sure din is properly unconscious for almost half a minute there. (which is very very bad. always go see a doctor if you lose consciousness after hitting your head if an IG unit with appropriate training and equipment is not on hand)

- baby yoda passing out after doing one (admittedly spectacular) thing is a wholeass mood, #same buddy ilu

- din is the first person to explicitly call the baby a foundling ;____;

- poor cara she’s already lost so much and her new bro is trying to convince her to let him throw himself on any sword made available to him. (I do love that neither she nor IG-11 buy mando’s bullshit for a moment here tho lol they’re openly saying they’ll take him with them anyway while he’s listening)

- oh. oh din starting to jumble his words even as the gun remains rock steady in his hand is hitting me really hard this time. ow.

- I think the baby can sense din and IG coming (he gives a little sound right before they show up)

- when cara checks in with him in the tunnel she touches her fingers to his chest so very lightly and he almost falls over backwards sdfaksdljhf

- well he definitely is trembling while picking up that helmet from the pile. so have fun knowing that with me

it’s so messed up too because there’s not that many of them left; he’s all but guaranteed to have known every single one of them.

- this image of him on his knees in front of this pile of the empty armor of the dead feels. I don’t know how to describe it but like a repeat. like he has been here before, this isn’t the first time and it’s hitting him all over again. (considering how things have been going for the mandos recently that might very well be true too. metaphorically this is essentially what’s going on in the background of the entire show, anyway. Friends I think mando Saw Some Shit during the night of a thousand tears or a similar event)

maybe what gives me this feeling is how clearly he is in another time in some way during this part, before the armorer diagnoses him with Dad and brings him properly back. he’s trying to send them away with the baby, who’s like. basically the symbol of his will to live at this point. “I can’t leave it this way”, he can’t leave the dead behind and be alive, some part of him wants to stay with them.

you can see this from how he talks about the baby too: in the scene where he’s hurt and trying to get them to leave he consistently calls him the child or the baby (not to mention the first foundling we get!) and focuses very specifically on keeping him safe. in this triggered state the baby briefly becomes it again and he doesn’t even mention him, he just tells them to take his ship and leave. in that moment all he wants to do is fight and probably die on behalf of those who are already gone. (I think bessel van der kolk has called PTSD ‘a profound loyalty to that which is lost’ or something like that. that rings very true to me here)

the talk with the armorer is basically a very short debate between ol’ coping mechanism!din being like ‘hey I just remembered before all this I was doing my very best to work myself to an early and likely shallow grave, I should get back to that’ and Papa Wolf!din being like ‘except this is my son so we’re not doing that we’re gonna have to improvise something new on the fly here’. bless.

(all of this is so subjective and probably me reading things into it that don’t really exist so don’t quote me on any of this but his anger at greef karga sounds to me like that of a younger, emotionally rawer man too, it’s so openly hurt and... active? I guess? these days when he gets angry he seems to tend more towards getting deathly quiet. then again this is one of the most genuinely upsetting things in the whole show so it could just be that)

- hahahahahaha greef rests his hand on his gun before he follows them into the armorer’s workshop; it would seem he did not think it guaranteed either she or maybe especially mando wouldn’t try to shoot him

- the way the armorer’s voice gains a brightness/warmth when she sees the child! the mandalorian ‘protect babies’ instinct in action haha, she’s like ‘oh this is why you did this bugfuck insane thing. perfectly reasonable, keep up the good work’. the foundlings are the future is not just lip service it really is a central tenet of their culture even when it’s inconvenient

there’s this sense that... in the face of his hurt she’s basically telling him to go be alive, to raise this child, to choose surviving and healing. I think she understands him very very well, I wonder how long they’ve known each other. (she had the mould for his signet ready <3)

- he sounds so crestfallen and lost when he asks if the baby is an enemy. and then she’s just fondly like ‘no it’s your son you absolute dummy’ and he’s like ‘...yeah I know’

- I. love that in these scenes he’s hurt (and not just physically) and other people are there to carry the baby until he can pick him up at the end fully as a father would.

- I have talked about it before but I must restate how hilarious and endearing I find it that mando conscientiously leans the thing he tries to pry the boat loose with against the wall again while cara shoots the place up. one is never too busy to mind one’s manners. (this scene really showcases each of the characters too. greef: just keep fuckn pushing! mando: briefly kicks the thing with a growl then tries attacking the problem from a new angle. cara: GUN.)

- oh the absolute sweetness of how IG says “And you will live”. there’s so much emotion in his droid voice there and all of it is peaceful and affectionate. I agree with din IG don’t goooooooo don’t leave us we need an adult

I keep whispering ‘pls someone think to shield the baby’s eyes’ through my tears in this scene, he didn’t need to see that happen D:

- I really need to repeat that despite what IG-11 says, he goes ahead with his plan anyway even though mando never satisfies his ‘programming’s’ demand. droid’s got free will and a huge big heart Y___________Y anyway... droid rights in the star wars universe when (...it would be very funny if din became embroiled in that fight somehow after this, oh how the turntables)

- another continuity error: mando puts the jetpack on, then we get a shot of cara shooting and he’s standing there with it in his hands again haha. unless he realized he put it on upside down the first time around or something that seems unlikely. (he’s also lying in slightly different positions between cuts in the scene where IG-11 heals him, but that’s so small and subtle I don’t even really count it)

- the jetpack scene is a beautiful encapsulation of din’s fighting style. he flails and gets jerked around a lot. he nearly blows himself up. I don’t think he’s fully in control of anything that whole time. and yet he gets the job done yet again. a disaster, but a glorious disaster still standing at the end of it all. one simply must stan.

- a) I think din remembered how to take off better than he remembered how to land haha and b) BABY’S HAPPY LITTLE FACE WATCHING HIS DAD COME BACK DOWN c) THE BABY & MANDO MUSIC PLAYING WHEN DIN NOTICES THE BABY CLUTCHING HIS LEG *elmo surrounded by flames gif* (it’s a calmer/more grounded version of the same song that plays when they have that moment of connection right before the other mandos come to the rescue in ep 3 and also a few other times)

- baby’s joyful little trilling sound when his dad turns his head to check on him 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 and he strokes the cape with such contentment because it’s a safe familiar texture because this is his dAD (officially and legally too now, mandalorian-wise :’) im so happy)

- the unsympathetic comedy stormtroopers at the beginning could conceivably have survived (if not uh happily lol). if they become a recurring duo who show up and get more and more screwed every time I wouldn’t be mad haha

- I support these jawas in everything they do, I feel a great kinship with these lil goblins

- anyway I love this show so much and I hope season 2 is good too and knows it holds my fragile heart in its hands

#star wars #the mandalorian #meta #get ready to be rambled at haha #can I even tell how much sense I'm making anymore? no but I'm having a lot of fun #the mandalorian meta

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