#ok now that that's ''settled''. don't let this all distract you from the fact that the simple act of SWITCHING TO THE SHADING LAYER

[peridots-pixiwolf]

[Start ID. A drawing of two scavengers from Rain World, one labelled Sanic and the other one Shrek. Sanic's fur is light brown, with darker extremities, a messy row of pale green spines down its back, and bright blue eyes. They sit contentedly, staring at the screen, with a couple grenades by its feet. Shrek has pale fur, a green head, hands, and feet, and brown eyes. It's facing to the right, with their arms splayed out and an explosive spear on their back. Beside each scavenger are a few woefully-compressed screencaps of their in-game appearance. End ID]

An ode to these silly beasts, who accompanied me on my second visits to Industrial and Chimney

[utahimeow]

SEX101 — kageyama tobio [lesson 3.]

summary — your virgin best friend asks you to teach him how to have sex.

pairing — kageyama x f!reader

warnings — nsfw content. minors dni. oral (m and f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, possessive reader, fluff

word count — 4.6k

author’s note — it only took three and a half months but the final part is finally here !! hope u enjoy <3

read part one here and part two here!

When Kageyama texts you that he's on his way to Ayumi's house for the night, you don't respond. In fact you have to throw your phone away from yourself so you don't text him something too spiteful.

What you don't know is that Kageyama is fighting the urge to cancel his date because the only person he wants to see right now is you. He's not sure when the initial spark of excitement about Ayumi faded away when it had only been two weeks since he had even met her, but all that's running through his mind is that it's still not too late and that he still has time to tell her that his brother got in a car accident (he doesn't have a brother).

But Kageyama’s too much of a pussy. ‘How bad could it be, anyway?’ he thinks. Who’s to say it won’t go super well, and he’ll want to see Ayumi again? The poor, unassuming Ayumi, whose face in Kageyama’s mind will undoubtedly be replaced by yours tonight. 

You probably should turn your phone off and watch some show or movie that’ll distract you from thinking about your best friend, but the more reckless part of your brain tells you to pick up your phone and scroll through your social media just in case of something. A text. A call. Whether it’s good or bad. Anything that will feed your restless mind.

Less than an hour after Kageyama’s initial text you get another from him. Manifestation indeed works.

hi. i’m on my way to yours

You frown as you type back to him, overflowing with questions in your thoughts. This can’t be a sign of anything good, but despite that there’s a selfish feeling of excitement looming over you.

okay

are u ok??

yes

Unfortunately the thumbs up emoji he sends is not enough to reassure you.

Kageyama shows up at your house twenty minutes later with an expression that gives no hint to his sudden arrival. There's a small pout on his lips, as is standard for the boy, but other than that, he stares at you blankly. 

"Tobio? What happened?" you ask, beckoning him inside. Ever the mystery, he's quiet as he follows behind you on the way up to your room, a little closer than you expect from him.

This time, he hardly hesitates when he lands on your bed next to you. In fact he sits so close to you that your legs touch, and he doesn't shrivel away at the contact.

"...Things went bad, didn't they?" you ask. Your hand settles on his muscular thigh in a test of waters. Kageyama's shoulders fall in a slow sigh.

"Ayumi told me to leave."

"Why?" you near-shout.

Kageyama swallows hard. He hesitates, eyes flicking up to yours before they drop back down to your hand where your fingers are drawing small shapes against him now.

After a long pause, he finally speaks. "I couldn't get hard."

Your hand stops. You sit up straighter, boring your eyes into his, searching for some sort of hint that he’s kidding. Your jaw drops as you search for something to say–you want to console him but no matter how hard you try you can’t seem to push away the overwhelming rage that stirs within you.

"Are you serious?" you ask, quietly. 

Kageyama nods, shoulders slumped. His irises are dull with shame. Your body starts to boil, and your jaw clenches. The sight of him lights a fire within you, a dark flame of regret that you even let her get the chance to have him. You're half tempted to ask for his phone so you can give the girl a piece of your mind.

You pull yourself out of your spiral though, fingers tenderly lifting Kageyama's head by his chin so that his eyes meet yours. You're almost scared you'll hurt him like this, fingertips just barely brushing over his soft skin.

"You better not be blaming yourself, you hear me?" you say, and despite the demanding nature of your words, you say them softly. "If she really liked you she wouldn’t have had a problem waiting for you."

He nods his head, still pensive, but his features slowly start to fill with a recognisable clarity.

And along with your rage, a sense of pride grows inside you too–it’s the last thing that you should be thinking about, but your kisses worked. Your touches worked. He got hard just from touching your boobs. He lasted as quickly as you wrapped your lips around him. Perhaps you should feel ashamed, the fact that you technically 'ruined' Kageyama's chances with his date. However his ever-intense gaze at you quashes any guilt before it can bloom into anything significant.

You swear there's relief in how he stares at you.

"What's on your mind?" you ask, but you doubt you'll get much of a response. Mostly it's your way of prying at him to show you rather than tell you.

Dark blue eyes flicker from your stare down to your mouth.

"I really want to kiss," he admits quietly, swallowing hard. 

It's so unexpected from him that even your heart leaps and your breath hitches and your head starts to spin a little. From the way his cheeks burn, you think that he didn’t expect it from himself either.

"Then kiss me, Tobio."

And he falls forward into you before your mind can even comprehend what's happening. The breath is knocked out of your lungs, both from the force that he smashes his mouth to yours with and the shock from the entire ordeal that leaves you reeling.

It takes a moment for you to come to your bearings enough to kiss him back. It's hardly enough to keep up with the fervent movement of his lips against yours though. His warm tongue prods at your bottom lip, reserved yet somehow he's simultaneously so demanding. He licks into your mouth like he's hungry, like he's desperate. 

Rough hands make their way to cup your face, drawing you impossibly closer against him. Him being so much larger than you means it takes him hardly any effort to push you gently backwards against the mattress. One hand plants itself beside your head to keep him hovering above your body, the other glued to your jaw while your mouths mingle in a mess of saliva.

Then he’s trailing along your curves with a feather-light touch, ghosting his fingers over your thighs, squeezing gently. Still he touches you with a sweet curiosity because he’s still learning everything about you, but his usual hesitation is replaced with a gentle confidence. It’s a big development from your first lesson (hookup) with him, where he looked as though he was going to pass out when you guided his hand to your body. 

You stuff your hands beneath his sweater so you can shove the article upwards and help him shrug it over his head. His lips land back on yours the moment he’s shirtless, and it can’t be unreasonable for you to mourn the fact that you can’t see his toned abdomen right now. But his kisses are so addicting that it makes your brain fuzzy and your disappointment is soon forgotten.

Right as Kageyama’s fingers dip beneath the elastic of your leggings, you grab his wrist abruptly. 

He looks so frightened that you can’t help but laugh in his face, but at least it assures him that he hadn’t done something wrong.

“Babe,” you start. And the word slips out, but it feels right and yours and Kageyama’s lack of acknowledgement of it indicates everything. “I still owe you from the other night.”

It’s your hand that makes its way south this time. You reach between both your bodies, slyly settling against his clothed crotch. To your lack of surprise, Kageyama is rock hard.

He swallows hard as his eyes grow distant and his gaze becomes concentrated. You’re familiar with this expression. He’s thinking hard. Contemplating. Weighing his options. It’s practically his default expression when he’s playing volleyball.

“Tobio,” you say, interrupting his thoughts. “Just let me take care of you, dummy.”

Your fingers squeeze at his cock through his jeans and in an instant he melts. He relaxes against you, lets you shove at his chest until he’s on his back and you’re between his legs and you’re practically licking your lips at the sight of his defined muscles all splayed out for you. 

Ever so teasing, you decide to bend forward, dropping your mouth to his neck instead of touching his cock again. And this time, you don’t hold yourself back from nipping softly at his flesh. The way his breathing stops as your teeth graze over his sensitive spots has you grinning, lips curling even wider once you pull away to admire your work. He looks gorgeous, marked up with faint lovebites, indicators of you on him.

Swiftly, you pull your own t-shirt over your head and toss it onto the floor and your leggings follow it not long after.

Your gaze is locked on him the entire time you fiddle with the button of his pants, before you move onto the zipper, before you’re pulling his jeans down his long legs and he’s so relieved that you’re done teasing him. Fingers crawling past the band of his boxers, you tug them off him hurriedly, growing just as impatient as Kageyama. 

The sight of his cock never disappoints. Everything about this boy is so pretty. The veins along his shaft match the ones on his arms and all you can think is how it was made for your mouth. 

One of your hands curls around his thickness, gives a few pumps, and then your tongue darts out to swirl around his tip. There’s a slight saltiness from the pre-cum that drools from his slit. Kageyama shudders instantly, forever in awe and doubtful that he’ll ever get used to the warm and wet sensation. 

Just to torture him a little, you tap his cock against your tongue a few times, an image so lewd that Kageyama can’t help but moan out loud. He’s in disbelief again, struggling to grasp how on earth he got this lucky. When your mouth finally envelops him, it takes everything in him to not thrust into you uncontrollably–he knows that even if you let him, he’d cum then and there. 

His fingers curl into the bedsheets below him, an attempt to control himself. Even if it’s futile, even if he knows he’ll be on the verge of losing his very last grip on reality with the way you move your mouth up and down him–he’s determined to hang on.

It’s why you go a little slower, take your time. It’s not a lesson anymore. It’s ‘payback’, technically, but that’s shoved to the back of your mind and replaced with an eagerness to make your sweet best friend see stars. You don’t take him all the way to the base just yet, focusing on his tip, getting him worked up. Well, more worked up than he already is. 

Every wet flick of your tongue against Kageyama’s tip is met with a hiss or a shuddered gasp. The hand you have wrapped around his thick base starts to pump up and down, ever so slowly, ever so lightly. Saliva slips out of the corners of your mouth as you suckle at his head. Your hand smears it all along the rest of his length, the slick noise it makes sparking a heat deep in your core. 

Your eyes flicker up to your best friend’s face with a flash of deviousness behind them as you slowly start to swallow the remainder of his length. Every bob of your head you bring your mouth lower, choking on his cock before you’re even halfway. 

Kageyama’s thighs tremble. Perfectly straight teeth clamp down on his bottom lip while his eyes roll into the back of his head. You have to remind yourself to keep going, to physically force yourself to not pause and stare because he looks like a god among men.

You still haven’t worked the entirety of his cock into your mouth when it twitches, and with a guttural moan as your only warning, he spills his load down your throat. Salty warmth fills your mouth before you swallow it down happily, but when you peer up at Kageyama, he’s got his face buried in his hands.

“Fuck. I did it again,” he groans. “I’m so sorry.”

“Tobi-”

He doesn’t give you a chance to reassure him, flipping you onto your back like you’re weightless before you even comprehend what’s happening. 

“Can I make it up to you?” His hand trails up your thigh, inching closer to your panties, making you shudder. He’s barely even had the time to recover from his orgasm, yet his eyes are eager, like a dog ready to play fetch. 

“Please,” you say, surprised by how breathless you are.

In an instant your underwear is torn down your legs, your dripping pussy exposed to him. Kageyama presses a light kiss to the inside of your thigh, moves to the other side and kisses it again, and again, and again, switching from leg to leg until he’s hovering above your heat. 

Finally, he’s diving into your cunt, sliding his tongue between your folds without an ounce of hesitation. He makes his home there, already familiar with it.

While his tongue glides over your clit, two of his fingers prod at your entrance, sliding in with ease from the way you’re soaked with arousal from your getting him off. All of his self-control evaporates. He doesn’t want to tease you, no. He wants to see you writhe. Your hand tangles into his hair like an instinct, clinging to his locks when a swipe of his tongue sends pinpricks of pleasure shooting through your veins.

“Mmh, Tobio,” you whine, tossing your head back. It makes his concentrated gaze shoot up to meet yours when you say it. His ocean eyes are almost black from how dilated they are, sparkling apologetically.

With his fingers knuckle-deep inside you, Kageyama reaches your spongy sensitive spot with no effort and has you moaning out swears every second. His fingertips reach it with every pump of his digits and along with his lips that wrap around your clit and suck, it’s no surprise that you feel him bringing you closer and closer to the edge with every passing second.

His fingers keep working your hole when he pulls his mouth away from you despite your harsh grip in his hair, and your curiosity is curbed when he lets a wad of spit dribble down to your clit. You’ll question him about where he learned that later, but right now your eyes are rolling back and your hands are grasping at the sheets beneath you when he then continues to swipe his tongue over your throbbing heat. You're shocked, really, that you haven't cum yet from the way this boy puts his soul into eating your pussy.

By now, each thrust of Kageyama’s fingers comes with an obscene squelch from the mixture of spit and slick that drips out of you.  That's when you notice it—his hips are moving back and forth against the mattress. Like he didn't just cum.

"Oh, fuck, Tobio," you start as your pussy pulses around his fingers. "I'm close, baby."

You don't need to say anymore. He's curling his fingers inside you, thrusting them in and out of you impossibly fast as his mouth slurps and sucks at your sensitive bud relentlessly.

Before long your vision turns white. Your back arches off the bed as your orgasm sinks into every one of your muscles, making you sob out high-pitched moans. Your legs quiver as Kageyama finger-fucks you through your climax, after which you sink into the bed, still gasping for air.

When you peer up at him as he rises to his knees, you’re met with the sight of his cock–standing straight up in all its intimidating glory.

“You’re hard again?” you ask, eyes wide as you gaze up at him.

Kageyama’s cheeks burn and he curls into himself a little. “Making you feel good makes me feel good,” he admits, shrugging.

You’re beaming up at him like a smitten fool, but how can anyone possibly blame you? 

It’s easy to assume that Kageyama is heartless. Most people do–from how standoffish and rude he is at times, many don’t bother to look past that. It pisses you off. 

They don’t know that he gives you his umbrella in torrential rain. That he gives you his lunch when you forget to bring yours. That he lets you hog the one blanket you’re sharing at a sleepover so that you’re not cold. That he cusses out the idiots who are making fun of you. Yeah, he’s mean, and awkward, and short-tempered… but he’s also sweet, and kind, and he cares. It’s his nature.

“Wanna try be on top this time?” you say, raking your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. He nods with certainty, leaning down to kiss you with a tenderness that makes you melt into the mattress. 

After he pulls away, he stares at you with a tiny smile, then reaches a hand in between your smushed-together bodies so he can guide his cock to your hole–it’s just begging to be filled, and how could he possibly deprive your sweet pussy of its needs?

This time, Kageyama knows to take it slow. He pushes the tip against your opening gently, cat-like eyes fixed on your face in search of the slightest hint of discomfort. He sinks into your warmth slowly, inch by inch, in spite of the stinging sensitivity in his cock from his previous climax. 

Once he’s fully sheathed inside of you and his pelvis is pressed against yours, a high-pitched whine leaves your throat, so sudden that Kageyama’s face drops and he thinks he’s hurt you. Then he sees your face, coiled up into pleasure and he relaxes again. He remembers how you rode him, the way you rocked your hips and took all of him with no issues–with a smile on your face and your eyelashes batting, and he realises he’s a fool for thinking you couldn’t handle him.

“Gonna move, yeah?” he breathes out, fixing the position of his hands where they’re next to your head.

“Yes, Tobio,” you say, whining again. Your voice like this makes his cock jump. It’s dangerous.

Kageyama pulls out until just his tip remains, then slams back inside you in a way that knocks the breath out of your lungs. Within seconds he finds his pace, hard and fast and earnest, and it sends you reeling, giving you no room to breathe.

The way his cock stretches out your walls is heavenly, like he’s reaching every last part of you. Meanwhile the feeling of you wrapped around him, warm and tight as you suck him in, makes Kageyama think he would give up the world for you. He’s truly and utterly addicted. It’s no wonder he’d spent the last few weeks falling asleep thinking of your mouth, your hands, your tits, your cunt. You’ve got him under a spell. He’d spend an eternity buried inside you if he could.

“Does it feel okay?” he asks, as if your parted mouth and your nonstop moans don’t give him his answer. But he craves communication. He wants to hear you say it–only then would he be satisfied.

For a second you forget that this is his first time actually fucking someone. You spared him from doing the work last time, so the way he rocks his hips against you makes you wonder just how much porn he’s been watching. He refuses to let you forget he’s an athlete with his strokes, so precise, nothing short of perfect. All he’s known his entire life is flawless, polished movements, and it shows.

“Feels so good, Tobio,” you reply, high-pitched and needy. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper. He feels it too, gives a low grunt when his cock sinks into you even further at a brand new angle that makes you both feel dizzy.

Your hands, locked at the back of Kageyama’s neck, pull his face towards you until his lips are on yours. He can’t help the way his hips slow just a little as your tongue shoves against his–it’s too much for him to handle. The way you kiss him with insatiable greed overwhelms his senses, making him wish he could melt into you. He’s so close to you, but still not close enough. 

After you pull away so you can breathe, Kageyama rests his forehead on yours, both of you sweaty and boiling hot. He’s able to pick up his pace again, this time ramming into you even harder when he peers into your blown-out eyes. They’re so dreamy as you stare back at him, glimmering with want and wonder. He has no idea how he went all those years without kissing you.

His head drops to your neck, leaving soft, wet kisses against it because he remembers you doing that to him. You clench around him instantly, giving a soft, breathy gasp as shivers run through your entire body. 

“Doing so- ah- so well, baby. Gonna cum soon,” you manage, but it’s half-moaned. Your nails rake down the toned expanse of his back, urging him on. Kageyama’s cock throbs at your praise and he shoots up, sitting back on his heels, ploughing through you with abandon, with no thoughts in his mind other than to make you climax. 

His dark eyes are aflame with an intimidating concentration and his jaw clenches. Blunt nails dig into your hips, pinching into your flesh so hard but you can’t even think about the bruises that will undoubtedly form. He uses his grip on you to drag you along his cock, abandoning all morals as he fucks into you so intensely that your eyes begin to brim with tears.

You jolt when his thumb lands on your swollen clit. He begins to twirl it in rapid circles and you’re squirming immediately, arching your back off the bed with obscene noises dripping from your mouth. He’s feeding the flame in your lower abdomen with every push and pull of his hips, every flick of his finger against your sensitive bud dragging you closer and closer to your edge.

It’s only a few more seconds before your orgasm comes hurtling towards you, crashing into you like a wave that makes your limbs go taut. Your mind is blank–all you know is the warm pleasure pulsing deep in your core, flowing all the way to the tips of your fingers and making you scream. 

It doesn’t help that Kageyama hasn’t slowed down. Even as your pussy spasms and clenches around him, he’s relentlessly pounding away, chasing his own climax now.

“Want you to cum for me, Tobio,” you pant, still recovering from your high.

“I-inside? Can I?”

“Mhm,” you say, nodding, giving him a sweet, fucked out smile. Your walls squeeze around him, squelching with every stroke as if it were begging to be filled up and he obeys, of course. 

Kageyama gives a resounding groan as he buries himself as deep as he possibly can inside you and pumps you full. His cock twitches with every spurt, abdomen muscles tensing and his hands grabbing at the flesh of your waist, hips, thighs. Small, shuddered gasps leave his swollen lips until he’s given all that he can give and his broad shoulders heave as he tries to catch his breath. 

And despite how he’s literally inside you and how you’re filled to the brim with his cum, it’s not enough. You’re tugging at his hands until he leans forward, puzzled as to what you’re up to until you bring his lips to yours. It’s sloppy and sweet–just the way you like it. 

You hum against his mouth, satisfied–although that’s an understatement. You’re in heaven. With your arms wrapped around Kageyama’s shoulders, you drag him down to the mattress next to you, grinning blissfully. Like instinct, his arms wrap around your waist and he pulls your body flush against his, both of you too content to be concerned about being covered in sweat. 

“You were so good, Tobio. So so good,” you tell him, pressing a kiss to his pec where you lay. “You’re getting so much better already. You’re a quick learner, you know.”

“I am?” he asks, ever so clueless. It’s adorable.

“Yes.” 

Silence fills the air as Kageyama ponders what you said. He knows he’s gotten better since the first time you helped him, obviously. But he also knows very well that he still has a lot to learn. And when he gazes down at you, your eyes fluttering shut from fatigue, he’s determined to be better for you. 

“Can I ask you a question?” he says in a small tone. 

You blink up at him, nodding with a gentle smile. “Ask me.”

“Are we… like… boyfriend and girlfriend? Or like- I don’t- how does-”

Your giggles cut off his rambling and that’s when he thinks he’s fucked up everything. His blood turns cold with dread. How stupid could he be?

“Do you want to be boyfriend and girlfriend?” is what you ask, with warmth blooming your chest. You bite back from smirking.

“Well- yeah, but only if you do,” he says. 

As if your nude body is not pressed against him, as if you’re not leaking his cum, which–yes, perhaps to some means little to nothing. But you touch each other with something other than lust. When whispers of his name turn to cries, it’s not only with need, but with adoration. Ever since your first time with him, it’s been so much more. 

“Obviously I do, dumbass,” you say, flicking his nipple. “When you told me you had a date I…” You pause. ‘Wanted her dead?’ No, that’s too much. “I was so jealous of her. And I had no idea why, because you were just supposed to be my best friend.”

“So, all my teammates were right? You remember how often they’d mistake you for my girlfriend?”

Your mouth drops, opening and closing repeatedly as your face burns. “Okay, but- that wasn’t- I didn’t know I had feelings for you then! Man, have I had feelings for you that long?”

You’re brought back to yours and Kageyama’s first year at Karasuno, when you cursed the building down during one of his matches against Seijoh–more specifically against Oikawa. And when you jumped into a teary-eyed Kageyama’s arms to comfort him after his team’s loss, eyebrows certainly raised (it was only when you got a boyfriend in second year that they believed that you weren’t dating Kageyama. Except you broke up with him three weeks later because you ‘lost feelings for him’ and now you realise it’s because he wasn’t Kageyama).

“God, we’re idiots,” you say, smacking your hand over your face. When you peer up at your boyfriend, you find him staring at the ceiling. 

“Hey, we should go to the aquarium tomorrow,” he says. 

You snort, expecting nothing less from him. “Don’t you have practice tomorrow?”

“Yeah, but I have a girlfriend now. She’s more important.” He’s grinning, all lopsided and cheesy.

You scoff at him, but really your tummy is fluttering and your heart is racing and you’re so warm with love. 

“Fine. We’ll go to the aquarium, but don’t make skipping practise a regular thing, you hear me?”

“We’ve been dating for five minutes and you’re already telling me what to do,” he teases.

“It’ll be no longer than five minutes if you don’t shut your mouth, Kageyama.”

tags — @tobiote @ushiwhacka

[cowboydisaster]

welcome back! if you are still taking requests for your christmas countdown, maybe a lil fic about reader and arthur’s first christmas together after leaving the gang? this could be fluffy, spicy, or both. whatever you’re feeling!

* ˚ ✦ Snowblind * ˚ ✦

pairing: arthur morgan x f! reader

word count: 2.2k

a/n: I loved this prompt! I kinda took it in my own direction so I hope that's ok!!

tw: pregnancy

cowboydisaster's christmas countdown: FIVE days 'till christmas!

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The kitchen appears as if a bomb of flour has exploded, sending white dust across the countertops, sprinkled onto the floor and spattered on the walls. As much as the mess is stressing you out, you can’t find it within you to care too much. The phonograph situated under the living room window is playing a classical christmas record. You’d picked it up in town, finding that it’s helpful in drowning out the sound of the cold wind outside. 

“Oh, baby, let me help.” You cringe at the sight of your daughter spilling dribbles of milk onto the counter instead of into the mixing bowl. 

“I do it, Momma.” Aspen says, her little fingers trying to steady the jar. You wipe your hands on your apron, coming up behind her and holding your hands over hers to help. 

“You’re doing a very good job. Momma’s just gonna help, is all.” You reassure, smiling as Aspen helps you add the ingredients. Once the milk is all poured in, she takes the spoon and begins to stir the ingredients together. You glance up at the window by the front door, noting that the blue hills in the distance are no longer visible. In fact nothing is visible. All that you can see is white. Snowblind. It’s far below freezing outside, and you worry for anyone left out in the hellstorm. Your heart seizes in your chest, but when your daughter's worried eyes land on you, you smile. Pushing down any worry. 

“Daddy?” Aspen asks, her sad, worried, little blue eyes glancing towards the door. You curse yourself for putting your worry onto her. Her little heart is far too innocent for such troubles. 

“Daddy will be home from work soon, baby. Why don't we get these cookies done so we can surprise him, okay?” 

“Okay.” She smiles again. That perfect little smile, identical to Arthur's. 

Aspen helps you roll the dough out and cut it into her requested little shapes. She had wanted to make her daddy a deer, but when that proved to be too difficult for even you, she had settled on snowflakes, horses, crosses, and stars. 

Once all the cookies are cut, you send Aspen into the living room with Bear. She’s within eyeshot, and you smile at the sight of her sitting on the floor with the black newfoundland. She’s trying to read him her favorite storybook. Her legs are crossed, with Bear’s head resting in her lap as she tries to recall the story. She can’t read yet, but by God, your little girl is trying. 

You place the raw cookies down into the Dutch oven before covering it in glowing red coals. A quick glance at your pocket watch, and your gut sinks. It's a quarter ‘till five already, and your husband was supposed to be home at four. The light from the window is fading, the white light going dull as day turns to dusk. 

This is your first Christmas here. Your first Christmas away from the gang, from that life. Aspen has a chance at a normal life now, you all do, and you’ll be damned if some hellish forces try to take that from your family. 

All that you can do now is keep yourself distracted. Years ago you would have run out into the storm, leaped onto Sugar and galloped towards town looking for him, but you have more than Arthur to worry about now. As much as it kills you to sit here, you can’t leave her, and you surely can’t take her. 

To distract yourself from the sticky black cloud of thoughts, you clean the kitchen, wiping up all of the flour and washing all of the dishes in the dish bin. The phonogram switches to the next song as you finish up, and you check your watch to confirm that the cookies are done. 

“Aspen, wanna help?” You call towards the living room. Her brown curls bounce as she turns her head towards you, blue eyes filled with excitement.

“Uh-huh!” Aspen hums, flipping her book to the next page and placing it in front of Bear’s paws, “You read now, puppy.” She whispers, offering him a sweet pat to the head before she’s running back into the kitchen. 

You pull the Dutch oven out of the fire, removing the lid with potholders so you can peek inside. 

“Remember, don’t touch. This is hot.” You tell her, and Aspen nods her head, taking your instruction with the utmost seriousness. 

“Hot.” She repeats, keeping her little hands far away. When you pull the cookies out, she gasps with wonder. 

“Wow!” She smiles, eyes going wide with joy. Her little hands clasp together, “Cookies for Daddy! Them are so pretty, huh, Momma?”

“Very pretty.” You struggle to contain your smile, placing the cookies onto glassware to set out for when Arthur returns home. Of course, you set a few out for Santa Claus, too. 

As Aspen drools over the cookies (and sneaks one to Bear), you check on the roast. You purposely hold your breath as you lift the lid, knowing that the smell will make you sick. You deem it done, and then return to the cookies. Just as you’re about to take one for yourself, Bear barks. 

“Daddy’s home!” Aspen’s eyes light up, and your eyes flicker to the door hopefully. The door opens quickly, and in emerges your husband, wrapped in his ancient, blue winter coat. The hat on his head is covered in snow, and when he pulls it away from his head, you see how pink his cheeks are. As miserable as he must be, he shows nothing but happiness. 

“There’s my girls! C’mere.” Arthur says as Aspen erupts into giggles, nearly tripping over her dress as she runs into his arms. He shrugs his coat off just in time to scoop her wiggly little body up. He sits Aspen on his waist, and as she wraps her arms around his neck, he looks to you. 

“Oh, Arthur, I was so worried. You must be frozen.” You whisper, eyebrows drawing together in concern. 

“I’m just fine now, sweetheart.” He smiles, extending his arm to pull you into his open side. His eyes look to yours, melting away any trace of worry that you’re clinging to from the day. Your eyes slip shut, and you let out a long breath as Arthur holds you and Aspen against him. Aspen wraps her hands around you both, effectively creating a hug between all three of you. 

“Love you, darlin’.” Arthur whispers to you, and you look up, placing a small kiss to his lips. 

“S’ Christmas Eve.” Arthur smirks, “Santa comin’ tonight?” 

You pull away from Arthur, keeping your hands intertwined as you bring him towards the kitchen. Aspen nods profusely, small fingers twirling her curls nervously, “Mhm! I listened to Momma and you, I'm on the good list, Daddy.”

“I know you are, baby. I’m sure he’ll be comin’ tonight.” You reassure, “Well,” You divert your attention to Arthur who must be starving, “We have been very busy today.” 

— — — 

“She’s asleep.” Arthur whispers, closing Aspen’s bedroom door, being extra careful to not let the door creak, “Bear’s up in bed with her.” He cracks a smile, momentarily glancing to the Christmas tree, and under it, where a few presents signed from Santa sit for Aspen. You look up from your seat on the couch, putting down your embroidery to extend your hand to Arthur. 

“Come here.” You request. His much larger, rough hand slips into yours effortlessly, and he sits beside you on the couch. Naturally, you curl up against him, cherishing his warmth, his love. 

The fireplace holds a decent sized fire, and flames lick the mantle, emitting a steady warmth onto the two of you. The crackle and pop of embers is soothing, and your eyes slip closed as you fall into a comfortable quiet. 

“Thanks for puttin’ her to sleep.” You whisper. 

“‘Course. I missed her. I hate bein’ away from you both.” Arthur shakes his head, “I don’t like leavin’ you out here. And trust me– I know you can handle your own, I just… don't like bein’ away.” Arthur admits, and you rest your head against him. 

“I know. It’s not forever, though. We’ll be okay.” 

Arthur hums, and then raises an eyebrow, as if remembering something. 

“I got you somethin’ for Christmas. S’just little.” 

Your interest is piqued, and you scoot forward on the couch to peek as he reaches into his leather satchel on the floor. 

“Arthur, you didn’t have to–” You start, your voice quickly dying as you see what he’s pulling out. 

A little leather-bound journal is extended to you. Your eyebrows furrow, and you hesitate to take it, but Arthur nods. 

“Is this…? How did you– Where?” You struggle to organize your thoughts, words failing as you take the book, as you flip through the pages. Your questions become more muddled as you realize that this is Arthur’s journal. The one that he’d documented everything in. The one that he’d lost in the escape from Beaver Hollow. Your jaw falls slack, confusion and nostalgia, loss and love swirling together in your head, “How…?” You whisper, tears filling your eyes as you glance to Arthur, then down to the page where he’d documented the day Aspen was born. 

“Called in a favor from an old friend.” Arthur smirks, but turns serious, tapping the book page, “I want you to have this, considerin’ most of these entries are about you.”

Your heart swells, tears dripping down your cheeks as you hold his journal close to your heart. 

“I love it, Arthur. I- I love you.” You whimper, emotionally. He smiles, warm and loving, his thumb wiping a tear from your cheek. 

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

He holds you against him for a long while, the two of you flipping through old memories, good and bad. You recount the day you got married, the day Aspen was born. The most haunting entry is the last one. The day Arthur had begged you, forced you to take Aspen and Sugar, to flee Beaver Hollow and get as far away as possible. You’ll never forget turning around and seeing the place go up in flames, not knowing if you’d ever see your husband again. When Arthur made it out that day, he had left nearly everything– including his journal. You both had assumed it burned in the fire, and any hope that it didn’t was crushed by the fact that you can’t go back there.

After a while of flipping, the anxiety in your stomach finally quells, and you speak up, “I have a little surprise for you too.” You whisper, closing the journal and setting it on the coffee table. Arthur’s eyebrows draw together, and he sits up straighter on the couch as you turn to face him. Your hands toy with each other, and Arthur takes them in his own to quell the bad habit. 

“You didn’t have to–” He begins. 

“No, no,” You huff a laugh, “I didn’t spend any money.” 

His eyebrows draw further together as you bite your lip nervously. 

“Darlin? What is it?” Arthur asks, and you smile sheepishly. 

One deep breath, in and out, and you’ll tell him. He won’t be mad surely? Right? He couldn’t be… not your Arthur.

You take a breath, “I’m pregnant again.”

Arthur’s eyes go wide in surprise, and he stutters over his words for a moment. You search his eyes, his face for any sort of reaction, and in a moment his lips crack into a smile. 

“We’re– we’re havin’ another baby? You’re sure?” Arthur asks hopefully, hands squeezing yours. You nod. 

“I didn’t wanna tell you until I was sure, and… well, I’m sure now, Arthur. I'm pregnant.”

Arthur laughs, eyes locked onto yours, heart soaring with more emotion than he ever thought possible. He never thought he would love anyone again… and then he met you, and then he was sure he'd never love anyone as much as he loves you– and then you made him a father, twice now. Arthur's hands tighten around yours, and you finally break into a teary eyed smile, the anxiety gone now that you've managed to get the words out.

"We're havin’ another baby.” You repeat, smiling up at him with blurred vision.

Before you can say much else, Arthur’s hand gently grips your jaw, and he pulls you against his lips. Your hand still squeezes his as he moves against you, only pulling away to breathe. 

“You’re givin’ me everything I’ve ever wanted.” Arthur smiles, the deep kind, the kind that wrinkles the crows feet in the corners of his eyes. 

Arthur's hand snakes down to your stomach, and although there is no noticeable bump, it brings him comfort to rest his palm against it. He knows his baby is in there, your baby, and he wants to be close by. It’s a small habit he’d done when you were pregnant with Aspen too. 

“We made it, darlin’, we–” Arthur huffs, a smile on his lips, “I've got you here, in our home. Our daughter sleepin’ in her bed. Our dog. You're carryin' my baby again."

Arthur's tone grows serious, and he brings your hand up to his lips, kissing the top, “Thank you.”

“Merry Christmas, Arthur.” 

The snowstorm rages on outside, but it is far from able to outshine the joy and the warmth that is projecting from your four little walls this Christmas Eve.

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♡ DESCRIPTION : the status of your relationship has been up in the air for a while but now you have your answer.

♡ PAIRING : boyfriend!park jongseong x female reader

♡ WORD COUNT : 838

♡  AUTHOR’S NOTE: i enjoyed writing this one. hit the reblog, like, or comment. don't be shy!

“All right. Everyone did a great job today! A toast to the med students’ hard work and everyone who attended the medical school’s pub today! Cheers!” The student beside you makes a toast to liven up the mood. You raise your cup along with the other medical students in the restaurant before downing the shot in one go.

The bitter taste of soju makes you scowl but you accept another shot when the boy in front of you offers to pour you a drink. “I wanted to ask you, what’s your name?” he asks.

“I’m y/n.” you politely answer.

“Your name is as pretty as you look. Are you a freshman? What’s your major? Who invited you?” You’re actually not a freshman and definitely not a medical major. Before you get to answer, the one who invited you to the get together speaks up.

“Why do you have so many questions?” Jay challenges. 

“Oh, you’re Jay’s friend.” The boy in front of you gets the hint and laughs in an awkward manner. “There’s hard liquor at that table.” He moves to the table across the room in an attempt to escape Jay’s glare. Another student replaces him in the seat in front of you when the girl sitting across from Jay suggests playing a game.

“Playing a game will liven up the mood, right?” She elbows the boy sitting next to her. “Yeah, let’s play a game. How about the Game of Truth?” He chimes in. You and Jay nod in agreement while he stands to pick up the empty soju bottle on the table. He sets it down on the table and gives it a spin.

All eyes are focused on the bottle and the girl in front of Jay takes the opportunity to “accidentally” drop her fork on the ground. Both you and Jay fall for the distraction, not noticing the boy stopping the bottle and pointing it directly at her. “Goodness, it’s Jihui. Okay, pay attention. I’ll ask a question.” he calls out. 

“There’s someone I like here. Yes or no?” he asks. The girl named Jihui glances at Jay in front of her but hesitates to answer. “Say it! Say it!” The boy chants, encouraging her to finally reveal her crush. Jay notices her stare and comes to the realization of an impending confession from the girl.

“y/n. Help me.” He leans over and whispers in your ear. One look at Jihui and you too finally understand what’s going on.

“Well, I like … Park -”

“Ouch!” The confession is cut short when you suddenly stand up, hands clutching your stomach. “I have a sudden stomach ache.” you cry out. Jay snorts at your terrible but cute acting. He stands up, taking this as your cue to leave. “My girlfriend isn’t feeling well. We’ll get going.”

You both exit the restaurant and begin making your way home hand in hand. A feeling of happy confusion had settled over you since Jay made that very public declaration due to the fact that you guys have never defined your relationship. You had confessed to him a while back and although it took a while for him to reciprocate the feelings, you guys were now definitely more than just friends.

Friends don’t hold each other's hands. Friends don’t cuddle in bed. Friends don’t feed each other at every meal. Friends don’t kiss each other. Ok, you aren’t so sure if that kiss actually happened or if it was a dream. But nevertheless, you were in a dilemma as to where you stood with Jay.

“Jay, I have a question. Earlier, by any chance, did you really just call me your girlfriend?” you ask. “I mean, I’m not sure if I heard it right.” Jay stops walking to face you, hand still holding tightly to yours. 

“I did.” he says with a smile on his pretty face. You let out a surprised gasp and you can’t control the smile that forms on your lips.

“Since when? Since when was I your girlfriend?” He chuckles at your cuteness. “Since we kissed, dummy.” You think back to the foggy memory which you had mistaken for a dream. Ah, now you remember. 

You remember walking home together as usual after having drinks with a group of friends. You remember standing face to face along the path. You remember Jay placing his hands on either side of your face and pulling you in. You remember his soft lips touching yours. You remember closing your eyes thinking your fantasy was finally coming true.

Recalling the kiss makes you all giddy and you bring your hands up to your face to hide the blush creeping onto your cheeks. You look back up at Jay when you finally break out of your recollection. “Jay! My boyfriend!” you exclaim as you reach out to hug him.

“y/n, my lovely girlfriend.” He wraps his arms around your waist. Finally, the questions that have been flooding your mind recently have been silenced. The answer was in your arms.

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Shut The World Away (a Benjamin Denton x Richie fanfic)

I'm well and truly hooked on this ship now, so I'm making it everyone's problem. Have some soft Mavetoad where Richie has one of his frequent nightmares and turns to Benjamin for support

CONTENT WARNING: Nothing too steamy. But there is some making out and a bit of heavy-petting

Since escaping Royston Vasey, Benjamin and Richie had managed quite well. Blackbottom and London weren't exactly close, but it was enough for the journey by bus or car to not be too strenuous. Besides, they lived in the 21st century, so phones were very much still in fashion

While they usually settled on times and dates, there were the odd times where a surprise visit was necessary. Times where it simply couldn't wait. And that's how Richie ended up on Benjamin's porch, soaked to the bone from rain, at 10 'o'clock at night with a stony expression on his face

"Rich?" His boyfriend, dressed in striped pyjamas, wore his concern plainly "What happened?"

"I'm sorry." He said, slightly embarrassed by himself "I couldn't sleep."

Not saying a word, Benjamin let him in. Feeling a firm-but-gentle grip on his wrist, he felt himself being led up the stairs and into their bedroom. The door closed behind him. No other words needed to be spoken for Benjamin to understand

Richie still had problems owning up to having nightmares, that was most likely due to Pop drilling the idea of how a "man" should act into his head from a young age, but it wasn't hard to figure it out a pattern of behaviour: lots of late nights, random texts when he really should've been asleep (but, then again, Benjamin should've been too), and the fact he never denied it when he was asked about them

Even if he wanted to ask now, he didn't have time to. Because Richie had grabbed the back of Benjamin's head and pulled him into a deep kiss. The sort of kiss that somehow managed to be hard and lingering, yet carried a soft quality. Something inexplicably gentle that felt warm and lasting. Their bodies pressed together, less like a puzzle piece and more like a fusion of energies

Grabbing the back of Benjamin's head as if letting go would cause him to fall off the face of the Earth, Richie slowly moved backwards until he felt the edge of the bed bump against the back of his legs. Only when he sat down did he pull away for air, eyes closed and breath laboured

As Benjamin felt himself being pulled in again, he stopped himself. This caused him to lurch forward slightly, bracing himself by place both hands on each side of Richie, leaning against the bed

"Not if you're unsure."

"... What?"

"I mean, you're clearly upset. I don't want to take advantage of you or make you feel forced to do anything. You know, I want to make sure you're sure before you-"

"Ben, who led who to your bedroom?"

"... You led me to my bedroom."

"And who started the kiss?"

"You did."

"And whose still holding the back of whose head?"

"You're still holding the back of my head?"

"So, with all of that evidence in front of us, do you think I'm unsure?"

Benjamin tried to keep hold of his thoughts. OK yes, there was something very attractive about Richie being this assertive, but still, something didn't feel quite right. He sat down beside him, taking his hand in both of his

"I need a distraction, Ben." Richie sighed, his demeanour changing to one of genuine exhaustion, as if he hadn't slept for hours - which, Benjamin guessed, he hadn't "I don't want all of it, I'm not here for sex, I just know I'd rather be here than alone in my head." He felt Benjamin let go, and he looked down "If you don't want to, that's fine, I just-"

His words were quickly silenced by a light twist of his chin and a light press of lips to his mouth and he felt himself shifting closer, craving the comfort and groundedness that Benjamin subconciously knew how to give

It was long until they collided with the pillowy softness of the bed, shuffling so Richie could straddle Benjamin's stomach. He could feel his boyfriend groping slightly at his body from underneath him, his breathing coming out stuttery and needy

It was Benjamin that ripped away first, just for air, and looked up at Richie with eyes that seemed to sparkle. For a moment, nothing else existed. There was no rain outside, no fear, no past - no Royston Vasey or dysfunctional families. It was just them, just him

"Would be wrong to say you look nice?"

Richie furrowed his brows, head twitching to the side

"Just... would it be wrong, given the situation?"

"No."

Benjamin nodded, his breathing shaky, as he took Richie's hand and intertwined it with his own

This was responded to by Richie running a hand up Benjamin's shirt, making him gasp a little at the sudden feeling of warmth

As soon as the contact was made, Benjamin felt his body melting like snow as his breath escaped him. He could also feel the way Richie kissed his neck, as if he wanted to take his time undoing him fibre by fibre. Despite himself, Benjamin let out a gentle whimper

"Rich...?"

"Hm?"

"Is this... I mean, is it helping? Surely I should be doing this to you-"

"Benjamin," Richie said in that assertive, low voice that never failed to make his heart stammer "you're doing fine." He continued pressing his lips against Benjamin's neck, enjoying the soft sounds it brought out

"You're pretty..." Benjamin murmured before he could stop himself

"Pretty?" Richie repeated into his ear with a playful tone, his hand moving down to the hem of Benjamin's pyjama trousers "I thought I was nice."

For a moment, Benjamin's words faltered as he felt that warm sensation moving down further, palming at him with just the right amount of force for his back to arch slightly as he let out a slightly strangled moan

"You are." He gasped out "Pretty. Nice. All of it."

"Really?" Asked Richie innocently, applying just enough pressure to drag out a breathy whine from the man underneath him

Benjamin nodded with a soft smile

"You're a lot of things. Well, to me at least."

There was something about the other's company that seemed to make the past and the future shy away. An inexplicable wash of "something" that made the "nothing" feel less lonely and exposing

Instead, it felt like time was kind enough to stop for them, allowing them to bathe in that floating feeling for as long as they needed to

As their laboured breaths seemed to synchronise, Richie moved his hand slowly and let his head rest on Benjamin's forehead. No words passed their lips, none needed to

For both of them, this was enough

They were enough

[tohrules]

the AAN sanders sides theory. A lot g winded explanation

ok so first 2 things

1 this theory is one I thought up. I have not looked to see if this is already a theory or has a different name( AAN stands for assist, against, and names theory)

2. I do t know if thomas will ever see this but honestly if he does cool

Now rant under the cut

So this theory started by watching a video by Mathew mekkena (may be spelt wrong) on YouTube. Now I love this creator and he did a sanders sides video. Perfect meshing of a amazing creator and a hyperfixation. In the video he watches and reacts to the understanding/ accepting anxiety series.

This theory didn't start till Virgil revealed his name though.

[Patton]: Oh, but that doesn't end with "-an" or an "-on"... Mm, shouldn't it be something like, uh, Virgan?[Roman]: Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Seems like a normal joke till I thought of something else. Patton isn't wrong you'd expect his name to rhyme.....but the darks sides dont have their names end with an or on either.

I mean janus....and remus.....hu so we have the an sound and the us sound....and the il sound.

That's fine maybe the orange side will have an il name. But I don't think he will. I think the orange side will have a us name. Not only that but I think I might of puzzled 2 things out.

That the orange side will not be rage but instead will be way broder

And that Virgil was never ment to fit (alt name for theory is Virgil wasnt made to fit theory)

So why do I think the orange side will be broder than rage. We saw him when Logan got angry. When logic got angry. When logic was ruled by emotion.

I believe that the orange side will be emotion

ok but what's he proof. Well let's start with orange being introduced. Logan's eyes flash orange as he's getting mad. Or with the upsidown orange hello he's been there a lot. So far we have seen Patton and Logan with orange eyes but Logan is the main focus of this theory

he looks mad.

Then their is the opposite part of the theory or against. Creativity has intrusive thoughts. Morality deceit. But anxiety isn't really the opposite of logic. Not fully anyway. But there is something that is. Something that is partly associated with anxiety. Emotion.

Morality can be beaten by decent and decent can be beaten by mortality. Morals can beat the need to lie but lies can shift someone's moral compass.

Creativity can beat intrusive thoughts but intrusive thoughts can beat creativity. "Good creativity" can distract from "bad creativity" but "bad creativity" can make it harder to go after "good creativity"

Logic can beat emotion but emotion can beat logic. Logic can regulate emotion but if emotions get out of hand it can be hard to see a logical choice or option.

"but Virgil doesn't have one!"

I called it the virgil wasn't made to fit theory for a reason. He is the balance

Creativity- anxiety can stop you from taking chances

Intrusive thoughts- anxiety can make you less likely to act on things deemed morally wrong

Morality- personal morals can be thrown out if it anxiety says that it's in the best interest to go along with the group.

Deceit- harder to lie of your anxious about it

Logic- facts don't matter if your to focused on emotion to listen

Emotion- how can you feel a good emotion if your anxious all the time.

So what's the assist for?

Well it's simple.

Morality and emotion- emotions influence your moral compus and if you do good you're more likely to feel good

Deceit and creativity- more ideas easier to lie and acting is just professional lying

Intrusive thoughts and logic- logic can make intrusive thoughts more connected to reality and intrusive thoughts can make us curious enough to learn more.

"but Virgi-"

Yes yes one second

Creativity- anxiety can keep you going and make you less likely to settle for basic on the fear of not doing enough

Intrusive thoughts- if your constantly thinking of what could go wrong you'll have the idea of dropping yor phone. Or a baby. Or cutting of a finger.

Morality- you'll follow your morals more if your scared to stray from them

Deceit- fear of being caught can be a great motive to lie by emmition or otherwise

Logic- fear can cause you to need to know the facts of a situation and learn more

Emotion- other than anxiety being an emotion it also shows that those who can be in touch with their fear are more in touch with emotions in general

That's why orange will have an "us" name

Because Virgil isn't made to fit in. He's made to balance out the other sides. We've seen good and bad from all the sides and started with virgil. He is the gray area that's needed to balance the other sides.

I have one more piece of evidence for Virgil being a middle ground and it's comparing him to another charecter.

Caswell Francis from yougioh zexal

The first thing that comes to mind with caswell is anxious.he is always worried and seems to have no chill. But he also has an interesting habit of switching from morally right and wrong. In the start we see him as a villan. Argues with the MC and seems to have something against him.

But then suddenly he's one of the MC's close friends and seems to be more than happy to help.

Then he blackmails a teacher to code for them to help find one of their "allies" and the magic goast.

Then he is complaining about how dangerous missions are.

It feels wishy washy till you realize why the line is so thin. His anxiety is a really good story element.

No real stakes and no villain well hell take that role. Got bother fish to fry well now he's a good guy. Need someone to seem evil well why not him. Need a straight man to balance out the groups dangerous and crazy ideas, well he's just to scared to do the dumb thing. Need humor, isn't it funny how this anxious charecter gets dragged into wacky adventures.

Virgil isn't to far off.

Need a villain well roman basically screams that anxiety is bad and treats him like he's evil. Oh now you've got bigger fish to fry. Well he's accepted into the group and shown to be a good guy. Need a connection to the two evil ones? Oh don't worry he actually was one of them so he can't be fully trusted again. Need humor, well he's super sassy and you'll love it.

tldr: Virgil doesn't fit because he balances all the other sides. The orange side will be emotion and have an us name.

[alaydabug2]

@sparklenarniawizard

Broken heart/Broken mind

Chapter Twenty-Two

(Human AU)

Sophie and Keefe met in the children's hospital when they were little. Because of how long they were confined to the four walls of the hospital, they became very close during their stay.

As the years pass, they wind up being in the same classroom together due to their physical conditions. This makes their bond deepen.

But are they able to handle when life gets tough, throwing problems and complications their way?

Keefe tapped Sophie on the shoulder. She turned around to face him.

"Ok, let's make a deal," he proposed.

"I'm listening," she told him. "Tell me."

"Ok, so," he pulled out the notes from English class. "I need help studying for the ELA test coming up. If my grade doesn't come up, my dad is going to kill me."

Sophie held up her hand to cut him off. "Hold on. Don't you have an eighty-nine in there?"

He nodded. "Like I said, it needs to come up. I remember you saying you were having trouble with the math concept we're learning right now. Soooo, I was wondering if I could come over and we could just swap our knowledge."

"That's fine." She placed her book in her locker. "Are you taking the bus, or do you want to ride with me."

"I'll ride with you, makes life easier," Keefe decided.

After school, they rode home together and settled in Sophie's room on the bed. Sophie was wedged in the corner her bed was pushed up against. Her knees were pulled up into her chest. Keefe was lying at the foot of the bed, holding his notebook above his face, just waiting for disaster.

"So," Sophie started. "The independent clause can stand on its own as a sentence. The dependent clause can't."

"And you connect them with a comma, right?" Keefe clarified.

"Correct. What do you use to connect two independent clauses?"

"Ummm," he pondered. "Colon?"

"You're close."

"Semi-colon!"

"Correct!" Sophie gave him a high five. "I think that's enough studying for ELA."

"Agreed," Keefe sighed. "I really don't like that class."

"Same with math." She reached across the bed to grab her notebook.

He tried to sit up, but instead, the notebook he was holding fell on his face. Sophie snorted. He rubbed his nose before finally sitting up.

Keefe scooted closer to her. Sophie put the calculator between them. They started to work out the problems together.

After the fifth confusing problem, Sophie groaned. "Ugh. I don't understand it. It doesn't make sense."

"Yes, it does," Keefe insisted. "Here." He took the pencil from her and reached over her arm to write out the problem.

"Ok, but how did you get something different? I did the same steps."

"Nope. I did it differently. See this step here?" He tapped on a specific part of the problem.

"Yeah, but..." She squinted and tilted her head. "That's not the steps the teacher taught."

"It's not," Keefe agreed. "But that just makes it confusing. I find this easier."

"Ok..." Sophie peered at her other notes. "This works on all of them?"

"Yup."

He grabbed the other scrap sheet to work out the other problems. He had scooted closer to Sophie.

They had been closer before, of course. But... holy crap, he had changed over the summer. She didn't mind it, besides the fact it distracted her sometimes.

If she looked too long, she was afraid of making it weird. But she made it weird anyway because the second they made eye contact, she'd look away.

She hated not knowing how to act around him anymore! It's not like anything changed. Did it?

No. It didn't.

He was still her best friend. Only. No more. There was no way he'd ever like her. Not that she liked him like that.

Did she?

He looked her in the eyes again as he explained the steps to the math problem. She felt her breath hitch.

She forced herself not to break eye contact until he went to look back at the problem.

Oh gosh. This was going to be an issue. Big time.

The next day, it was time for the ELA test. Sophie was able to see Keefe across the room during the test. It was almost adorable to see his little faces of understanding on the questions he was able to get right, now.

But Sophie was still stuck on another topic in her brain. She had always thought he was decent looking. But now that he had started to grow into his facial features, he looked really cute. She didn't know how to react to that.

Her best friend she'd known for nearly ten years. She was probably just going crazy, she'd snap out of it eventually.

Except she didn't. She only became hyper aware of it as weeks went on. She hated how awkward she felt around him now. It made it hard to joke with him like before.

Plenty of people in the grade were starting to date. Maybe she could find someone else to distract her from Keefe. But... that felt wrong, too.

What was she going to do?

[mooncherrv]

In Your Dreams - Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia

Character(s): Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x Doctor!Reader Genre: Fluff Summary: Mickey keeps seeing the same person over and over in his dreams but he knows for a fact he has never seen them before. He starts to wonder if it has more meaning than a simple dream. Author's Note: Fanboy my lil meow meow Masterlist

"Hey Bob, can I ask you something?" Fanboy said as he sat down next to Bob in the Hard Deck. "If this is going to be about a Star Wars debate again, then, no. If it's not then maybe." Bob said as he set his drink down. "It's not a Star Wars debate, I promise. I wanted to ask you if you think dreams can mean something." Fanboy laughs remembering going to Bob to settle the debate he had with Coyote over which Skywalker was the best. "Well, I think it depends on what kind of dream it is. Like, those dreams we have where everyone's skin is neon colours? No. Those are just dreams. Why? What kind of dreams are you having?" Bob questioned. "Don't laugh at this, but, I keep seeing this girl in my dreams. I've never seen her in my life but she keeps showing up in my dreams and I'm starting to think it might mean something but I don't know what it could be." Fanboy told the aviator. Bob smiled at him while Fanboy's face showed no other emotions but confusion. "That happened to my mom. She told me the only reason she agreed to date my dad was because she had seen him constantly in her dreams while she was growing up. They never met until college but once he asked her out she knew those dreams happened for a reason. Perhaps this dream girl is your soul mate and you'll meet her soon." Bob explained.

The dream conversation happened a few months ago yet it never left Fanboy's mind, and the girl continued to show up in his dreams. He was still very confused by everything and after about 6 months of the dreams occurring he convinced himself it meant nothing at all and Bob's story about his parents was merely a coincidence. That was until he ended up in the hospital and having her standing right in front of him. "How do you feel Mr. Garcia?" she asked as she looked up from her clipboard. "You can just call me Mickey but I feel fine. Nothing really feels out of the usual." he responded. "That's good to hear. Nothing looked concerning on your tests so you should be ok to go back to work tomorrow. Just try to take it easy, Mickey. If anything changes though come back and we'll see if we missed anything."

The following day Fanboy remained distracted, so much so that the rest of the crew began to notice how out of it he was. Normally he'd walk into work and strike up a conversation with Bob about some sci-fi show the two watched or he's once again try to convince Hangman that he should watch Star Trek (Which Hangman did in fact watch in his free time but would never let Fanboy have the pleasure of knowing.) Instead he simply sat at his desk filling out paperwork in silence. The entire day he barely spoke, constantly lost in his own thoughts. The other passed it off as him being tired considering he had an incident during training which landed him in the hospital the other day. The first person he spoke to that day was Bob, who was pleased to see his younger friend talk as he began to worry something had gone wrong. "Remember those dreams I told you about?" The younger boy asked. Bob's head tilted as he thought about the many conversations the two had. "The weird goo monsters dream or the recurring dreams about a girl?" He asked. "Bob, this is not the time for jokes. Yes, the dreams about a girl. I saw her yesterday. Like, saw her in person. I spoke to her and I know her name and she spoke back." Fanboy said, worry showing in his voice. "Shouldn't that be a good thing? You know she is real and now you can hopefully see her again." Bob smiled. "She was the doctor that assessed me. I doubt I would see her unless I was back at the hospital. Even then, it looked like she doesn't usually work in the ER, she had a teddy bear nametag and bright rainbow sneakers on." he responded it defeat. "Well obviously you just need to get a kid then and take them in for a checkup with your dream girl." Bob joked, earning a glare from Fanboy. "Jokes aside, if you keep seeing her in dreams and she really is supposed to be in your life you will see her again. Just wait for things to work themself out on their own." Bob told him. The issue with Bob's advice was that Mickey felt like he couldn't wait to see her again. So, despite all his morals he was raised with and how stupid it seemed, he faked injuries and specifically requested one specific doctor to see him.

"Mickey, this is the 5th time I have seen you this month." she said as she walked into the room. He had to admit this felt like a really low point in his life, faking injuries just to see a girl. "I fell and hit my arm on a crate at work. I think I might have dislocated my arm." Mickey says as he gives her a small smile. Rather than checking his arm she just sat in the chair in front of him and looked at him. "The last 4 times you showed up the alleged injuries you suffered were not there at all. I figured maybe it was just phantom pains from your incident the first time you came in but after the 4th visit it began to seen like you just enjoy hanging around in the emergency room. So, Michael Garcia, why do you keep coming into the ER and specifically requesting to be seen by a doctor that works in the pediatrics ward?" she asked. Mickey sighed in defeat before he spoke. "This might sound stupid, but, I kept seeing you in my dreams months before I had my first ER visit. After the first visit I could not stop thinking about you and I didn't know another way to see you again." The two sat in silence for a moment after he admitted that to her. The silence was broken when she let out a soft laugh and looked up and smiled at him. "I've also seen you in my dreams. I was surprised when I saw you the first time but I figured it happened for a reason since I usually don't work in the ER but I was covering a friend's shift since she was sick." she said. Mickey looked at her with a shocked expression. "I must admit though, you could have just came back to talk to me regularly. I admire your efforts though, it's sweet." she spoke once again. "So what does that mean now? Am I allowed to ask you out on a date then, doctor?" Mickey asked. "Technically, no. I think it might break patient and doctor rules, but, if you just so happened to run into me at the Hard Deck at" she paused to look down at her watch "maybe 8pm today I would no longer be on the clock." she smiled before standing up. "It was nice seeing you again, Mickey. Hopefully next time I see you it won't be for an alleged injury."

[thatmomwitchfriend]

I’ve never asked on a slumber party, could I get spin the bottle with all the tf boys. If possible 🫣

Oh my gosh, yes absolutely! I love a good game of spin the bottle! And, of course, I love the TF boys so much. .Who wouldn't?! You've left it pretty open, so I'm going to let this write itself, babe. I hope you enjoy it!

(please don't be mad I left Tom out)

"Who wants to play a game?" Benny crowed, already piss drunk. Everyone perked up from their spots, it was more of a gathering than a party. You had been asked over by Santiago, and he hadn't told you that the boys were coming over beforehand. You weren't exactly mad, you loved hanging out with his friends.

"What kind of game?" Frankie leaned in, elbows on his knees as he sipped from his bottle. The man was younger than his years, they all were. "I say we play spin the bottle." was the reply from the younger man. All of them stared at him for a second, they knew the game all right. They had all played it, Santiago himself had quite a history with the game; your eyebrows shot up as he nodded.

"Okay. Let's play. Youngest spins first. Sit down." As matter of fact as always. You didn't question his sudden enthusiasm, sitting right across from him, Will next to Santi, followed by Frankie, you, then Ben. Ben rolled his eyes, but leaned in and gave the bottle a sharp spin. "No backing out on this one." Santiago added in as the bottle slowed and came to a stop facing Fish. The boys erupted, Ben groaning.

"Why did I do this?" He sucked in a breath quickly and leaned over, planting a kiss to Frankies cheek. "There. Fish spins next." The others were still too busy giggling like fools, settling down shortly after. "Ok, ok. Here goes." His hand gripped the bottle, hesitating before letting it spin from his grasp. For some reason, the circle went quiet as everyone watched the bottle spin.

Slow.

Stop.

All eyes followed the point of the bottle, undeniably facing towards Santiago. They knew. Everyone knew that two had some sort of secret tryst while deployed together. But nobody knew how they acknowledged it between them now that they were retired from duty. Apparently, with confidence. Frankie leaned over the circle and gripped the others shirt in his fist, planting a generous kiss right to his lips before leaning back into his seat and taking a swig off his beer. "Your turn, hombre."

Santiago took his own drink off his bottle before leaning in and giving the game bottle a spin. You held your breath, secretly kind of green inside at the small bit of response that Frankie had gotten from your fiancé. Of course, you knew. The two of you had talked about it before, and everyone involved was at peace with it.

But, then again, the two of them hadn't been affectionate past a hug in years.

You were distracted from your thoughts by Santiagos warm hand on your jaw as he pulled you towards him gently. You turned to look at him, glancing at the bottle facing you on your way. Before another thought crossed your mind, his lips were against yours. Your body melted, the tension from watching the last round instantly gone as your hands moved to rest on his arms, leaning into his kiss. Your mouth formed a pout as he pulled away, smirking lightly when he noticed your expression. "Spin away, bebita." Your hand reached for the bottle letting it spin from your fingers, a chill running down your spine as Santi whispered into your ear, lips brushing the right spot.

"Conseguirás lo que quieras más tarde."

[be0mcore]

hiiii ok so this is like hyper specific but could u maybe write something about…like. txt reacting to their partner having eczema bc its so irritating (both metaphorically and literally) and idk hearing ab how theyd b ur emotional support during stupid flareups would b so nice ok im rambling LMAO sorry but please if u can could u write smth like that? thank u so much love ur work btw <333

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ txt reaction to your eczema

notes: omgg of course i can! what's funny is i have eczema too so i know how absolutely irritating it is. also apologies if this fic makes no sense, i'm currently sick so i'm lowkey losing my sanity. hope u enjoyed anon ily!!

genre: fluff tw: none

❥˗ˏˋyeonjun ´ˎ˗

◦ first time he sees your flareups, he instantly gets worried. your skin is all red and cracked and he's panicked that you might've hurt yourself. immediately asks you what you did to yourself with a concerned look on his face. you explain you have eczema and baby boy knows exactly what to do. he instantly goes out and buys you every moisturiser and hand cream on the shelf. he returns and runs you a warm bath to get yourself clean, and then offers to moisturise your flareups for you. he tries to kiss your flareups better but you won't let him don't touch the flareups, jun so instead he settles on peppering your lips with soft butterfly kisses !

❥˗ˏˋsoobin´ˎ˗

◦ mother soobs has arrived. he has a cousin with eczema i made that up, so he's on it straight away. opens his drawer to show you his expensive array of moisturisers, creams and treatments. if you need anything, he'll be on it immediately. need to go to the doctor? want some more moisturiser? need cuddles? he'll be by your side in an instant, making sure you're feeling okay. if you're getting too stressed about it, he'll tuck your head in his chest and rub soothing circles on your back, hoping that will make you feel better !

❥˗ˏˋbeomgyu´ˎ˗

◦ mans was absolutely perplexed when he saw your flare up. he has no idea what's going on and starts panicking right away. are you diseased? should he call someone? once you tell him it's just your eczema flare up, he relaxes a bit, but still can't help and feel worried. he's lowkey sad you didn't tell him about your flare ups earlier in the relationship so that he could've taken care of you sooner, so he decides to make up for it now. absolutely smothers you in bed and will not let you leave. cuddles you gently, being very careful not to touch the flareups. will probably ask you what he should do for next time, because you're his and he just wants to take care of you !

❥˗ˏˋtaehyun´ˎ˗

◦ can't help but crack a joke the first time he sees the flare up. he doesn't do it out of malice though, it's said out of pure concern. he doesn't want to show how worried he really is, so he has to make a sarcastic comment to hide it. however, you quickly notice that he's always around you, lending you his treatments, running you baths more frequently, and so on. when you guys are cuddling he'll softly rake his fingers through your hair while telling you cool facts to distract you from the itch and pain !

❥˗ˏˋkai´ˎ˗

◦ mans was absolutely perplexed part 2. absolutely 0 clue on what to do. he can see that you're taking good care of yourself though, so he decides to comfort you in other ways. by this i mean: tummy rubs!!! and soft kisses!!! and warm cuddles!!! whispers in your ear how he thinks you're so cool and brave for getting through your flare ups and you're like kai it's just eczema lmao. he's still proud of you nonetheless, he knows it can be very very difficult !

[adoptedmadrigal2]

When you're husband can walk around in his boxers for a day...

Laundry day

Pepa pulled the large blue dress over her head. She hated the dress, but she had nothing else to wear since today was laundry day. 

She and Julieta were tasked with taking the family's clothes to the river to clean. Pepa gathered her basket and put on her old sandals. 

"Pepa are you ready to go? I have all of the girls' laundry,'' Julieta asked as she walked into the room wearing a much too big blue t-shirt that hung over her frame like a dress yet not hiding her nipples that poked out from the chill that blew through the house due to Pepa being annoyed with the fact she had to wear this stupid dress and wash clothes, instead of staying home and admiring Felix in his underwear.   

"Just a second Juli, I'm tying my hair up now," Pepa said as she pulled her red curls into a ponytail to keep it all held back so she didn't get it wet in the river. 

When pepa finally emerged from her room she yelled "Dolores! Camilo! Antonio!" 

"Here Mami, mine and Tonio's" Dolores said, setting two baskets down by the one pepa carried. 

"Camilo! Come on Tia Julieta and I would like to finish the clothes before dark," Pepa said as the boy rubbed his eyes sleepily. 

"Here, let Pa know I'm not coming out of my room today. I only have these underwear to wear and I surely don't want the town knowing I still ask mi prima to embroider chameleons on my underwear," Camilo said gesturing to the orange boxers with yellow chameleons sewn on. 

Mirabel emerged from her room stuffing a sheet into her basket that was on her mother's arm, telling Camilo 

"Hey, at least your boxers are a simple design, antonio wants jaguars and toucans and things, and if you knew anything about sewing those are not easy designs," Mirabel told 

"Ok if that's everything, then Pepa and I are gonna go. If your pa needs, there's a basket of arepas in the kitchen." Julieta reminds her 

"Ok Mami, see you later," Mirabel said skipping off to her room, likely to sew some more clothes or to embroider a pair of her underwear  

They left the house and took the walk to the river, setting up everything when they got there. 

Julieta settled on the riverside, her feet hanging into the flowing water. Pepa followed suit, letting her feet dip into the cool water and the two of them began working through the baskets full of laundry. 

"I hate laundry day," Pepa sighed 

"Why because you can't watch Felix walk around in his underwear all day," Julieta asked teasing her sister 

"Yes! It’s the one day he can walk about in his underwear without mama yelling at him and I can't look at him," Pepa vented. 

"He wouldn't get anything done, you'd be too horny to think straight, and you're not straight," 

Julieta reminded her, wringing the excess water out of her only bra. Honestly Pepa can’t blame her sister for having only one; it fits like a glove and doesn’t poke her all day. 

"Look just because I'm bi doesn't mean I would be so horny as to prevent Felix from doing what he needed to, I would've just been too horny to do anything I had to do," Pepa stated matter of factly.

"And you control the weather. It would've been to hot and humid due to you being turned on  all day at the thought of Felix that it would've been too hot for anyone to do anything, remember when you had your sexual awakening, it was humid for a week and all anybody could do was try to beat the heat of your newfound teenage pleasures," Julieta reminded her sister 

"We don't talk about that, I was 14, and I found out things felt really good when pressure was applied, plus how was i to know that the weather was hot and humid? my body got so hot i couldn’t differentiate what was weather or what was my blood flow trying to turn me into a torch," Pepa defended 

"And I was 13 reading erotic novels, yet it never distracted me," Julieta said, knowing she had her sister beat. 

"Fine, but my point still stands I wish it wasn't my turn to help with the laundry,"  Pepa huffed

"It's always your turn,'' Julieta said, attempting to scrub Isabela’s bedsheet free of the blood that adorned it. 

"Isabela got her period?" Pepa asked, looking curiously. 

"She's been stressed out and was nearly a week late. I expected her to stain either one of her dresses or her sheets if she got it this month,"  Julieta explained 

"Dios mio, what has she got to be stressed about? Is it anything we can help," Pepa asked her concern for her eldest niece growing. 

"She's been practicing control, since her abilities react to her mood like yours do, she's been trying to keep the from going as crazy when she gets excited," Julieta explained 

"And I take it it hasn't gone all that well for her," Pepa assumed. Pulling Dolores’s underwear from the basket. The sound wave pattern making it obvious they were hers. 

"It hasn't," Julieta confirmed reaching for Isabela’s blue dress from the basket 

"I'll have to talk to her, maybe I can help her since I know what it's like," Pepa said as she wrung a dress out.

"Maybe, have you had anything change in your weather? It's been almost 22 years since a weather change,"  Julieta asked 

"Nothing too significant, I finally stopped making short lightning storms when I…" Pepa trailed off, attempting to hide her blush behind a giant yellow bed sheet that belonged to Camilo.

"Oh good, maybe now Felix won't have to ask me for arepas every morning to heal his back from where you climaxed and struck him with lightning,"  Julieta said calmly waiting for her sister's mist and high pitched squeak. 

"About that, I've started to make hailstorms when i finish, which can be annoying when you roll over onto one trying to reposition,” pepa told losing all of her shame since it was her and Julieta alone at the river doing laundry. 

“I wonder why hail and not rain or a mini tornado,”  Julieta thought aloud 

“i have no idea, but the first time it happened one got Felix right in the back and it slid down and melted the whole way, he was absolutely shivering but somehow he didn’t get snatched out of the moment by the freezing cold ice ball that slid down his back, in fact i think he liked it,” pepa told 

“Didn’t need to know that. Now let’s head back and put the clothes on the line. After they’re hung we can tell the kids funny stories from our childhood so that they can dry,” julieta proposed, picking up her baskets with a bit of struggle.

Hope you enjoy ❤

[kuiilandtorch]

For the Author Commentary, a few snippets, all from A different kind of blood! (One from each chapter instead of a huge slug :P)

ch 1 Finishing his ministrations, Luke wiped the sticky, pungent residue of bacta from his hands and stowed the supplies back into the medkit.  Placing it back into his bag, he pulled out the canteen of water and considered how to compose his next offer, since all he had to go on were assumptions drawn from Grogu’s memories and the context of their parting on the cruiser.  In all of Grogu’s experiences, at least the ones he’d imparted to Luke, the Mandalorian had always worn his helmet, even on occasions where other parts of his armor were removed.  The fact that Grogu had asked to see his father’s face before leaving with Luke meant that he had never seen it. The Mandalorian’s decision to grant his son’s request had likely been as sacrificial as his choice to surrender him to Luke. Just for once…let me look on you with my own eyes. And Luke hadn’t turned away from it then, too caught up in his own memories and fighting to wrestle them under control, lest he show weakness at a crucial moment. ch 2 He’d promised Grogu he’d see him again, and while knowing it was at best a placating lie to comfort the child, perhaps one he’d forget if enough time passed, Din did not give his word lightly.  That was one thread he could grasp.  He’d thrown away his honor for the life of his foundling, and no matter how deeply the Creed was etched into his mind and spirit, somehow he could not imagine a universe in which it mattered more than that. ch 3 Grogu squealed with glee and made grabby hands for the canister, and Luke sighed in amusement.  “I guess Yoda didn’t have bad taste because he lived in a swamp, he just had bad taste.”  That you share, kiddo, he thought, but charitably kept that to himself.  He supposed he was one to talk — he thought womp rat tasted just fine in Aunt Beru’s stew, but he knew people outside Tatooine would be disgusted.  “We should probably take this outside so we don’t stink it up in here.”  He could see now, peering down into the canister, that it held some kind of fermented fish, which explained the intense odor. Sitting out on the walkway, Luke settled for some more of his own jerky, though the reeking fish had stolen any appetite he might have had.  He only kept up appearances so that Grogu wouldn’t be distracted from enjoying his meal.  The child tucked into the canister with gusto, digging his claws into the fishmeal, and Luke hoped he wouldn’t get it onto his smock, though he knew he probably wouldn’t be that lucky.  Unless Luke successfully managed to clean him up in whatever facilities were available in the room given to them, Din was going to have a very noxious son on his hands. “Did you know I went nineteen years without ever tasting fish?” Luke said, just to make idle conversation.  “The first time I ever tried some, I couldn’t get enough.  It was like the first time I’d seen rain and puddles of water after growing up in the desert where there was nothing but sand everywhere.”

OK- *rolling up sleeves*

Ch. 1: I will forever foam at the mouth at all the missed opportunities in the S2 finale, and the fact that we have to imply them ourselves. Like, don't even think about the crack shipping for a second, THEY MADE MR. STAR WAR HIMSELF STAND IN FRONT OF A GUY TAKING HIS HELMET OFF FOR HIS KID, SHARING THIS BLATANTLY EMOTIONAL MOMENT, AND YOU EXPECT ME TO BUY THAT HE TOOK THAT WITH A DEAD-INSIDE STRAIGHT CGI FACE?????????

That was the biggest, most painfully obvious parallel and all jokes aside, it would not have stolen the thunder from Din and Grogu connecting and it would have only enriched the moment to take a second to show Luke's facade cracking to show the haunted, bittersweet joy and grief you know he had to have been feeling witnessing this. No matter how many versions of this scene I rewrite into different WIPs, I always have to include this framing because it's essential and inescapable to me. Luke survived and the galaxy was saved because his father ultimately chose selfless love, and he saw that beauty again; he was inadvertently included in this extremely intimate, powerful moment and it's such a profound honor. And he had to hold himself together because he knew this guy giving up his kid was devastated enough, he didn't need the stranger he was trusting with Grogu to fall apart too. (At least, that's what he tells himself.)

That's really the driving motivation Luke has to do what he does for Din in this story - yes, he wants to be a compassionate Jedi, but like his father, Luke holds strong loyalty and love for specific people, and while he wouldn't or doesn't want to name it as such at this time, Luke already loves this man on a soul-deep level for being a selfless father to this traumatized child, even if he knows nothing about him, and if he can show kindness to him in any small way, he'll do it. He wants Din to feel appreciated for everything he had to go through and give up.

Ch. 2: ok here's the thing-

I get the face-value notion that when Din said those words, he really was determined to see Grogu again. For me personally, I think something very very important about the S2 finale - removed from anything that came afterwards - is viewing it through the lens of Din and Grogu mutually agreeing they need to separate for their own good, no matter how painful it is. Yes, we see Grogu being sad and clinging to Din's leg, but he's a kid, it's understandable, yet he's showing great maturity in being willing and ready to leave with the Jedi. He's the one who urges Din to let in whoever's on the other side of the blast doors. He's the one who mentally informs Luke that he wants Din's permission, not that he's resisting departure. And as badly as Din's heart is breaking, I think the pragmatist in him would be accepting the fact that this was likely the last time he'd ever see Grogu. He would at least be preparing himself for that. It was literally his quest: return the kid to his "kind," and then it's over.

Din is absolutely a man of honor who does his best to keep his word, and if somehow, some way later on he'd get the chance to reunite with Grogu, he wouldn't turn away from it. But I took the view that Din said that more as a reassurance to help Grogu feel better about leaving than anything else. That moment was about Grogu, that was the entire reason for him putting the final nail in the coffin of his creed and taking his helmet off right there, to grant the kid a parting gift of love and respect for his wish. Din realized and accepted that he loved Grogu more than his own soul, regardless of the fact that his own creed does hold children in the utmost importance. If he saw any contradiction in his principles, he was going to fall on the side of preserving an innocent life no matter what the cost, fuck himself and everything else.

But that's why Din was crying in that scene. He felt this was goodbye. He'd fulfilled his obligation, and it was tearing him apart, but this was what needed to happen, this was what was best for Grogu. The kid was still so little; he thought maybe, eventually, if he was content wherever he was, Din would just fade to a blip in his life and Grogu would move on to better things, and that would have to be okay.

The other parallel I don't see talked about nearly as much in this scene is that Din is Shmi Skywalker. Din is ripping his heart out of his chest and handing it over to a Jedi, and being as brave and reassuring as possible to his son to see him walk towards a more promising future, away from strife and misery.

Ch. 3: I COULDN'T NOT GIVE MANDALORIANS SPACE SURSTRÖMMING >:D

And look, for the record, I fall squarely in the "Luke is domestic enough to be functional in a rural capacity because you can't exist on a farm and not know basic useful life skills along with farm chores" camp. No, he's no chef, but he can skin and dress a varmint like nobody's business and make a decent stew and cheese because he wants to keep his aunt's memory alive. No, he's not much of a fashionista and he couldn't make couture, but he sure as fuck knows how to mend shit to keep it going and sew some basic patterns. He's fond of his fair share of pickled and fermented and dried and heavily spiced foods from back home, but nothing on Tatooine can touch Mando space surströmming, that's for sure. XD

I love to showcase Luke idly telling Grogu silly anecdotes about himself and trying to inject some fun into Jedi teaching because he just wants to make this kid happy, and it buoys him to see Grogu being happy at whatever, even if it's super stinky fish.

[mxchellesworld]

Lecture Notes

Spencer Reid x Reader

Synopsis; Where Spencer gets a little handsy in one of your classes

Warnings; age gap (no set age but reader is in early 20s), smut, fingering, degrading/praise, finger sucking??, slight nipple play, spencer being a little shit

a/n; clearly my thoughts were wondering when doing my history work lols i hope you enjoy this little sinful sunday piece!! let me know what you think :) also picturing this spence but i do happen to mention tara so don't mind the inaccuracy

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The worst part about doing school online was the fact that you had to sit yourself down and force yourself to watch the lectures. While yes it was a little more convenient than going to a class and sitting there for hours in a space filled with 40 other people, it was a little less convenient in the fact that it took away from time spent with your loving boyfriend.

Now Spencer was the most scholarly person you knew, Dr. Tara Lewis being a very close second (don't tell him that though), so it was only natural that you made a show of taking your notes. The various high lighters and pens which rivaled the collection Penelope had in her bat cave. Along with the aesthetically pleasing notebooks all matching a color scheme.

He thought it was cute. Always coming up behind you as you sat in your desk or at the kitchen counter, mumbling a my smart girl as he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

However that was only most of the time. The other half of the time he was the worst tease on the planet. At times you could feel his eyes lingering on from across the room. Since you didn't have to attend many zoom lectures majority of the time you were in a big shirt and panties, comfy yet modest enough from the waist up. You swore you could feel the heat on your thighs from where his vision was focused.

Other times the teasing came in the form of words. The usual kiss on the head would become a kiss on the cheek where he could easily linger and whisper in your ear, such a good girl taking your notes. Or if he was feeling a little bolder he'd go with if you finish within the hour I'll give you a reward. You swore your hand was cramping for the next few days at how fast you wrote to get things done.

But something about today had Spencer a little more on edge. A little more insatiable.

Since you had woken up snuggled in his arms, he had let his hands wander a little further down. Large palms cupping the cheeks of your behind as you were settled with one leg thrown over his. Begrudgingly you rose and went on with your morning routine. A new lecture had been posted for the week which meant an hour and a half of sitting and writing notes. You might as well get it out of the way.

Wrong. How could you when a certain someone was hounding you for attention. Again it was the same routine. Starts with the looks and ends with the crude comments.

But the pit in your belly was a sign he wasn't the only one in the mood for a distraction.

"Y/n," Spencer all but whined out.

"Yes Spencer," you replied without lifting your head from your notebook.

"Why do you have to be so far. Just come do your lecture from the couch."

You sighed, pressing the space bar on your computer to pause the video, "I can't write over there. You know how neat I need to have these."

The clogs in Spencer's brain were practically screeching with how hard they were turning at a way to get you near him.

"Ok well what if I go over there. Just sit on my lap and do your work," he said getting up and walking over to you.

He placed his hands on your shoulders starting to gently massage the tense tissue, "Cmon love. Look you just have a few more minutes left. I just wanna be close to you angel."

Well how could you deny that.

"Fine," you sighed again.

Getting up from the arm chair you looked up and met his eyes with your own. Now you weren't a profiler but the look on his face was the one of a man with ulterior motives than just to cuddle listening to a biology lecture.

Once settled against his frame his hands wrapped around your middle, chin on your shoulder, ready to follow along with the class. You pressed play and went back to listening to the explanations of your professor.

Two minutes later and his hands left your middle. Instead they settled on your thighs. The warmth was something you were used to which barely made you question anything. Slowly they gained a rhythm running up and down, inches away from your most intimate parts.

Inch by inch his right hand snaked up to your clothed core. You took a deep breath through your nose at the sudden sensation. His fingers gliding up and down. Dropping your pen you let your head fall back on his shoulder to look up at him, a pleasurable murmur leaving your lips.

His left hand came up to squeeze your cheeks making your head face forward, “Nuh uh keep writing pretty girl. Be good and I’ll keep going.”

He puffed his chest up as a sign for you to sit back up and get to work again. It was just 10 minutes left you could do it.

Picking your pen back up you felt his fingers come back to to life. The soft motions enough to rile you up, your juices already making a wet patch form on your panties.

8 minutes.

When he felt he was done teasing he finally let his hand slide into your panties. Nimble fingers gathering your slick and spreading it through your folds.

You could taste the metal on your tongue from how hard your teeth had been sinking into your bottom lip to stop the whines from escaping. Each pass of his fingertips skimming over your sensitive bud had your mind swimming.

“Please Spencer,” you whimpered out.

“Tell me what you need baby. I’ll give you anything you want,” he whispered in your ear.

You groaned wiggling your hips back on him to gain any sort of friction. The curse he left was nothing short of sinful, large strained erection pressing against your back.

“Need your fingers,” you said desperately.

A noise of disappointment left your lips when his hand escaped the confines of your cotton underwear.

Instead they were brought up to your lips. Gently he tapped your bottom lip, a signal for you to open your mouth.

“Is this where you wanted them angel?” he said pressing the digits on your tongue. The taste of your arousal making you hum.

Slowly they slid back out, making their way under your shirt. Slick fingers tweaking and pinching your nipple.

“Need your fingers! Please Spence,” you mewled out.

Soon they were back on track to their original destination.

Instantly his hand went further south. Soft circles placed on your clit, making you jolt in pleasure. 6 minutes and 37 seconds left of the lecture long forgotten.

“M-more,” you whimpered out earning a low chuckle from the man behind you.

“Does my pretty girl need my fingers inside her?” he asked mockingly, “I know I know, you just need something to fill up this tight little cunt.”

All you could do was dumbly nod in agreement. Broken sighs and moans leaving your swollen lips.

With each pump of his fingers the closer the knot in your tummy was to breaking. Skilled digits knowing exactly where to hit the spongy spot inside of you having you see stars.

“Oh god I’m so close, Please!” you cursed into the air.

“Not god, just me.”

His left hand had been groping your breast left it’s spot to rub your aching bud. The combined simulation making your legs shake in pleasure.

“Cum for me angel,” he whispered in your ear.

With his permission you were driven over the edge. Your whole body writhing on top of his as you trembled off the edge of release.

Your moans drowned out the end of your lecture. You could hear and feel Spencer’s heavy breathes on the back of your neck. The wet spot on your lower back being an indicator of his enjoyment as well.

Once you caught your breath the lecture had ended and your paper was full of frantic scribbles. Meaning you’d have to watch the video again and redo your notes. This time hopefully without any distraction.

[hotforharrysheart]

The First Time

You'd started out as friends. You were flirty but Harry flirts with everyone. When he asked you out proper, you were surprised but flattered. You both agreed not to rush into anything but it was getting harder to pull away from his mouth every time you saw him.

You're in your living room, his hand on your tit under your shirt and his leg between yours rubbing up and down.

"Wan’ ya,” he rasps, breath hot on your lips.

You lean your head back and sigh. "I want you too. My room mate will be home soon."

His forehead presses to yours. "Room mate huh?"

"Hey! Not all of us are billionaire rock stars you know."

"I know. M'sorry." He kisses you again, cock grinding down against you. He pulls back. You're both breathless and panting. "Come away with me." He kisses you again quickly. "Please please come away with me."

"When?"

"This weekend."

"This weekend?"

"In fact, take the whole week off. Don't want any distractions." He kisses you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours. His cock is throbbing and your center is pulsing with need. "Pack a bag and just (kiss) come (kiss) comeawaywithme."

"Where would we go? For a week?"

"Just trust me - please I need you to come?"

"I know you keep saying that, but I'm not absolutely sure we're talking about the same thing."

He giggles and smirks. "Oh I bet money and your panties right now you know exactly what I'm talking about."

You hit his chest and lean in for a kiss.

"Come on, give 'em to me and I'll give 'em back to you in a week."

"You're serious aren't you?"

"As my next breath." He smirks and presses his lips to yours.

"Cover your eyes."

"Wha’? Why?"

"You want my panties don't you?"

"Ya don' have to. I mean that is unless ya wan’ to."

"Ok, let me up and cover those eyes." He smirks and looks amused but does as you ask. "No peeking mister." You wave your hand in front of his face and feel confident he can't see.

He can hear you unzip your jeans and wiggle them down your legs. "Killin' me. Know tha'?"

You finally get your panties off and your jeans pulled back up and you pull his hands from his eyes and put your panties in his hands. He tucks them in his pocket and grabs your wrist to pull you in for a kiss.

"Don’ worry they'll be safe wi’ me. So you'll come away with me?"

"Yes, ok. I'll come with you."

"Pack light an’ bring a swimsuit. There'll be a hot tub...or don' bring a swimsuit."

You let out a moan and say his name in a whisper.

"Plan on having ya naked all week. If you'll let me."

"We can do that here."

"Nope wanna take my time. No distractions remember? Wan’ ya all to myself."

You whisper "Ok, H."

"Baby I gotta go or I'll never leave."

"Ok, ok!" But you're still kissing him.

"Pick you up at noon tomorrow."

"I'll be waiting."

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It's been a long day waiting for this trip. You're nervous but excited. He finally told you this morning that he was taking you to Cornwall for the week. He's right on time and he smirks as he puts your bag in the boot.

"How long will it take to get to Cornwall?" You ask once you're settled in the car and on the way.

"Abou’ five hours."

You nod.

Surprisingly the trip went fast. Harry let his car breathe when he could and the English countryside was blurring by for much of the trip. You stop to get some wine and groceries. "Fridge is stocked bu’ let's get some other things we like," he'd said, kissing your temple. He settles you and the groceries in the car and points to a drug store stop. "I...uh...I'll just pop in there real quick. You can stay here." You're both blushing because you know why he's going. "Be right back." You admire his bum in those tight jeans as he's walking in. A few minutes later he's coming back and he smiles a shit eating grin at you. You don't miss the bulge in his jeans as he wipes the corners of his lips like he does with his thumb and forefinger. The cottage is picturesque.

"H, it's beautiful!"

"Come on I’ll show ya inside."

After a quick tour he asks if you want a glass of wine. You're nearly breathless with anticipation so you just nod. He pours you a glass and says, "Lemme go get the hot tub started...wanna go for a soak later."

You concentrate on breathing slowly. You're feeling shaky because you're so excited but also so nervous. He sees you fidgeting.

"Ya doing ok?"

You focus on putting the groceries away and try to stay calm. He wraps his arms around you and whispers, "Breathe. It's ok. I've got ya. Don' have to do anythin’ ya don't wan’ to."

"No, H that's not what I want."

He squeezes you tighter. "Then why don' ya go put on a swimsuit an’ we can relax a little."

"Ok." Deep breath. "Ok." You come back to the kitchen and he just looks at you for a good minute.

"Wow...you look...WOW." He shakes his head, grabs the tray, and sits it on the island. "Lemme go get changed. I'll bring the wine out wi’ me. Ya can get in or wait for me. Whatever ya like."

"Ok. I'll wait then."

He smiles. "Be right back."

He's back in a few minutes and he grabs the tray and you head out the back door. He steps in the hot tub and reaches his hand out to help you in. He sits down and you groan as the hot water envelops you. He looks up and blows out a big breath "swear to god."

"C'mere."

You move to sit between his thighs and he wraps his arms round you, placing a long kiss on your temple. You shiver, your wet hand reaching back to his neck. He's getting a great view of your tits. His cock twitches below your bum. You moan because he's so close you felt it. "Sorry bout tha’ - he seems to have a mind of his own tonight."

You turn your head and kiss him deeply.

"S'ok. I liked it."

His hands slide to your tits, fingers circling your nipples. He groans.

"Hmmmm. H."

"Feel good?"

You nod.

"Wanna touch ya. Can I touch ya?"

You nod. "No...gimme words."

"Mmmm, yes, please."

He slides a hand inside to cup your naked tit. "God these look so good."

"Fuck. Take it off. I wanna show you."

He kisses your neck, his hands moving to your shoulders and pushing the straps down your arms. "Gorgeous."

You turn around in his lap so you're facing him and you gasp as he tugs on your nipples.

"Are they sensitive, baby? Do ya feel me?"

You whimper in response. He stops to kiss you deeply and you suck on his tongue. He groans into your mouth, your hands in his hair, tugging on his curls. His kisses trail down your neck to your nipple and he takes it in his mouth. Your fingers scratch down his neck and shoulders and he's groaning against your nipple.

You whimper.

"More Harry! Touch me more."

"Where sweet girl?"

You grab his hand and pull it between your legs. "Here! I'm aching here."

"God baby, the water is warm, but you’re impossibly warmer here."

"Help me take it off, H." Together you push your swimsuit down and off. You grin and say, "teamwork."

He chuckles and you pull his hand back to your aching pussy.

"Mmmmm, not totally bare. I like this," he brushes his fingers through your little trimmed bush.

You gasp as you feel his fingers there. "Mmmm, me to. Don't stop!"

"Is this where it hurts?" He asks, stroking your clit.

"Fuck! Yes!"

"Your little clit is so swollen, baby."

"Yes," you pant out. "Touch me more. Please. Make me cum."

His fingers move to your entrance. "Fuck! Can feel ya clenching. Gonna cum for me?" He turns you back around so your back is to his chest. He spreads your legs and you tuck your feet behind his calves.

"Keep 'em open fo’ me." You're a breathless mess of nerve endings, but he's not ready to give you what you want just yet. He's touching you everywhere, kissing your neck and shoulders, hands running over your inner thighs. You're rubbing up and down his legs, up to his biceps, fingernails digging in slightly, creating crescents in his tattooed skin. He's still teasing you. His hands are on the inside of your thighs, thumbs getting closer and closer to your center. "You're gorgeous, know tha'?"

Your hips are bucking and you're panting. "H, please!"

"I love these legs." Kissing your mouth. "These hips." Kiss. Whispered, "this cunt."

You whimper, goosebumps breaking out on your skin. His thumb just barely runs up and down your clit. Your cunt clenching around nothing.

"Does this feel good?"

"Ahhhhh..." Your back arching.

"Show me how ya wanna be touched.”

You whisper, "Ok." You grab his wrist and guide his fingers over your clit showing him how you like to be touched. "I've never been this turned on before," you tell him.

"Feels good, mm?" He spreads his legs wider so you’re even more open.

"Oh god," you pant out.

"Ya ready fo’ me to touch ya inside?"

"Ahhhh...mmm...yes!"

He pushes his middle finger in and you're clenching around him already. "Babe you're so tight." He adds another finger very gently.

You don't realize you're holding your breath. "Breathe for me love."

You exhale and gasp at how good his fingers feel.

"Ya wi’ me? I've got ya. Tell me when I hit your spot," his breath hot on your neck. He curls his fingers.

"Oh my god....ah ah - rightthere!"

His other hand is on your stomach and your hands fly to cover his.

"Good girl. Listen to me love. This is our spot. Made fo’ you and me."

You feel a rush of wetness at his words and your orgasm bubbling in your stomach. Your back arches.

"Let go. Baby just go wi’ it."

Your hand tightens on his. "H! I-oh god!"

"There she is." He kisses your temple. "So sexy...Made me s’hard." He slowly closes his legs and you slump back against him to catch your breath. He turns your head and kisses you deeply. "Catch ya breath, baby."

"H...I want...I want..."

"Whaddya wan’ baby?"

"I want you to take me to bed."

"You sure?"

You nod.

"Don' have ta if ya don' wan’ to. Could have dinner-"

"No!" You shriek.

He laughs his breathy little laugh.

"I mean, no. "

He kisses you again. "Sex first? Food later? Think we can arrange tha’."

You giggle as he helps you out of the hot tub. "H...my swim suit. Get it." He hops back in with a giggle and smirks, tossing it onto the floor.

"Hey that's my favorite one!"

"Fuck baby I'Il buy ya one in every color when we get back. As naked as possible remember?" He dries you off quickly, bending down to get your legs and you gasp as he kisses your clit while he's there. "Jus' wanted a little taste, love."

You grab his shoulders as your knees buckle. He helps catch you. "Easy, love.Let's get ya inside."

"But you're still all wet. Let me help." You grab the towel. "I can help. Take your shorts off."

He smirks but slowly wiggles out of his swim trunks. You gulp and try not to look at him until you get to that part of him. You let an involuntary whimper/groan.

"Like what ya see love?"

You crouch down to dry off his legs, and then stand up and walk around to dry off his until you're standing in front of him. "You're perfect," you tell him, running your hands down his chest.

He gulps. "Let's get ya to bed huh?"

You nod. As he's locking up the door you wrap yourself round his back and run your hand down his happy trail. He turns around and nudges your head to the side so he can start kissing down your neck. You feel his whiskers press into your skin, brushing your collarbone and down to your nipple. His mouth latches onto your nipple, sucking hard. You're frantic. "Take me to bed! Take me to bed now!" You feel him growl against your breast and he releases your nipple with a loud pop. He grabs your hand and all but marches you to the bedroom. He moves to the dresser and lights several candles, all the while eyeing your nakedness. The smell of Mahogany Teakwood fills the air. You bite your lip taking his whole naked body in, bathed in the soft light of the candles. You pull the pin outta your hair. It falls around your shoulders like silk. You spot the condoms and lube and blush. His eyes meets yours and he smirks, dimples popping. He turns to you fully and picks you up, carrying you to the bed, hovering over you. "Need to taste ya, love."

You wiggle and squirm as he begins kissing up your leg. "H!" Breathless. Finally he licks one long stripe all the way up your slit. Your hands fly to his hair.

"My god, ya taste s’good."

Your legs try to close, but his hands push them open and he uses his thumbs to hold your folds open.

"Wanna see, love. Wanna see this pretty cunt. You're s’ soft and so, so wet." The tip of his tongue runs lightly over your clit and then he uses it to gather some of your juices and rub it around your clit.

You let out a high pitched moan.

“Tell me who are ya s’wet for? Hmmm?"

You let out a strangled cry. Is he really expecting me to talk? Is all you can think. "Youyouyouyou! Ahhh right there, H!"

He grabs your legs and wraps his arms around your thighs. "Can ya cum for me one more time then I'll give ya my cock?"

"Yes! Want..." Panting..."want your cock! Ahhh!" You're nearly shrieking. "Want it so bad. Fuck H please! Make me cum, make me cum, make me cum..."

He pulls you tighter against his mouth.

"H! I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

He's rutting into the bed seeking a little relief. Your fingers loosen in his hair but you're still babbling his name a little bit. "Come up here. Need you inside me, please."

He's panting too from the exertion of getting you off. "Gotta...shit...condom."  Grappling for the box. He's on his knees between your legs and silently holds up the lube.

You shake your head no.

He tears the package open with his teeth and pulls out a condom getting ready to slide it on. You watch licking your lips because even that is sexy. You say, “Let me. You're so hard, H." As you roll the condom on him.

He puts his hand on your cheek, smiling. "Ya made me this way."

You blush a little bit and lay back, maintaining eye contact. You look at him and nod, hands running down his arms to his wrists. His hand intertwined with yours.

He smirks, "Yeah?"

"Yeah. You promised," you whisper and giggle.

"Baby, put me inside ya." He slides in just a bit, and you place him at your entrance. Then your eyes meet as he slowly pushes in, and he leans in to kiss you. He stays still just lets you really feel him. "You feel me, love? Every inch of me?"

"Go slow, H you're really big." You sigh. "And it's so hard."

Once he's fully inside you, you both gasp with relief. He settles on his elbows and rests his forehead to yours. "How ya doin' baby?"

You kick your lips. "It's...It's so so good."

"Yeah? Ya feel s’good too. So fucking good."

You lift your legs a little higher and you both moan as he goes just that much deeper.

He pulls out and thrusts in slowly. "Move with me baby. Fuck! That's so good!"

"Harry..." Your free hand on the nape of his neck, tugging at his curls.

He brushes the hair outta your face, kissing down your collar. He's thrusting and grinding just right.

He takes a nipple in his mouth and you let out a high pitched moan.

He's squeezing your fingers because it feels so good. "Tha’ feel good love? Ya feel me?"

"I can feel you Harry ...inside my ....I feel you everywhere..."

"Doing s’good, baby. Your cunt is so perfect."

You shift a little and that's when he hits your spot. "Ohhh!"

"Did I hit our spot babe?"

Your hand slides to his shoulder, nails digging in. Breathless, "yes, yes, yes! So wet! 'M so wet for you!"

"Ya gonna cum for me? Hmm? Cum all over m’cock? Wish I were fucking you bare...fuck!" He reaches down to rub tight circles around your clit. "I want ya bare so bad!"

"Harry I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

"Yeah ya are. Can feel ya... Do it babe, come on... do it....let it go, baby girl."

The body shiver began in your pussy and spreads out all over.

"Oh shit baby I can't stop it....here I come baby girl...uuuuggghh"

You reach to grab his ass, using your heels to hold him in.

He's panting. "Sweetheart, I gotta move to get the condom off."

"No, just one more second. Don't want you to move yet."

He kisses you. "Did so good for me baby."

He pulls away and you shiver. "Ya cold darlin'?" He covers you with the duvet.

You can hear the water running in the bathroom. He comes back with a washcloth and gently cleans you up.

You're so in awe of this gesture. You blush and pull the cover up over your face.

"Hey...what's going on?"

"Never had anyone do that for me before. Thank you."

He smiles, moving back to lay close to and pull you close. "No, thank YOU."

You look up at him. "For what? For letting you fuck me?"

He laughs. "No. For this, for you, for your body, for this moment." He kisses you. "For doing so good. For taking me so well. Watching you come undone is like nothing I've ever witnessed...and I've seen you everyday for months, but this....but that moment ya shared with me...It pleases me so much."

"H...I don't know what to say...you've left me breathless. No one's ever been so passionate with me....or made me feel so sexy and ....we'll...cared for. Thank you for that."

He kisses you deeply.

"I'm so happy to be here with you."

"Me too baby, me too."

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

OFF WITH YOUR HEAD

PART 2 OF HEADS WILL ROLL

SYNOPSIS: Whenever school is in session, Eren will just keep finding new places to corner you.

PAIRING: BULLY! EREN x FEM! READER

DEDICATED TO: you guys, always you guys.

WARNINGS: unedited, slight dubcon, groping, degradation, bullying,

WORD COUNT: 2.4K

Gooooood Morning Paradis Birds! Remember to give a big round of applause to the football team for clutching the victory against reigning champion Marley High! We stay undefeated thanks to our excellent and hardworking team. Special shoutout to Captain Eren Yeager for guiding the team to another flawless victory-

You're half-heartedly paying attention to class, sleepily listening to the school announcements over the speaker until the mention of his name douses you like a shock of ice-cold water.

You can't catch the rest of the announcement because your class erupts into cheer, enthusiastically clapping their hands for the boy of the hour.

The only one not joining is you.

Eren's smile is brighter than 100 kilowatts. In the back of your mind, you wonder where he learned to smile like that. When his emotions became so practiced.

Mr.Berner tries to calm the kids down, especially Sasha who bangs on her desks and howls, creating even more hype and ruckus. The class, now in a chattier mode, excitedly breaks into little conversations.

"Man, thank god. That school is so pretentious, I'm glad we finally have something over them."

"Jeez, I know our team was good, but it's this good-?"

"-Bro, year of XXXX is stacked as fuck. It's literally never been this stacked before. We have a whole team of prodigies, it's insane-especially Eren. "

"Yepp. My dad went to Paradis too and he said shit like this never happened during his time. The academic comps were one thing, but these footballs wins? We're being put on the fucking map."

The announcements are still going on, but it's hard to hear over the noise. You're only able to catch the tail end, a useless tidbit about the word of the day.

pre·mo·ni·tion a strong feeling that something is about to happen, especially something unpleasant. Here is an example: "She had a premonition of imminent disaster" Have a good day folks, hope it's free of any premonitions!

Overhearing the unceasing praise of the boy who pinched your thighs until they bruise blue and purple was a little painful-but you were used to it. After all, he's putting Paradis on the map. Whatever the fuck that means.

While you didn't love sharing this class with him, he was seated far across the room and surrounded by a gaggle of friends. You might as well have been invisible, the way he did not acknowledge you. Maybe you should treat it as a small mercy.

Unwittingly, your eyelids grow heavy. You're sitting in the back of the class, no one would notice if you took a little nap right? Assured by the fact no one will notice, you lower your head into your folded arms and let your thoughts float.

You dream of vaguely nothing but shadows of smiles, tufts of dark hair, and the smell of the wind at sea until a noise confined to the shape of your name breaks the harmony.

"[y/n?]"

"[y/n?]"

You startle awake with pairs of eyes piercing their gazes at you. Swallowing thickly, you apologize to Mr.Berner who looks worried. He's a good teacher, and one of your favorites.

"I'm sorry Mr.Berner. I had a migraine so I laid my head down." You lie smoothly, with more grace than you knew you were capable of. Course, you could have just said you were taking an unprompted nap, but that would disappoint your lovely teacher.

He sighs, "Guess that can't be helped then. Go to the nurse ok?"

Bingo. The nurse was an understanding lady, she'd let you sleep the rest of the period off. You nod, and start to gather your materials, relieved the class' attention on you was beginning to dwindle.

"Wait, Mr.Berner, let me take her. What if she gets disoriented and falls in the hall?"

Fuuuuck. You should have known. You should have expected this because attached to the request dripping with faux concern was none other than the precious jewel of the kingdom. Eren's intrusion makes your peers perk up again at the scene unfolding in front of them.

You smile, lips tightly pressed, "I'll be fine. I don't want to distract anyone from the lesson and it's a short walk-

"It's still potentially dangerous.", Your teacher interrupts, pinching the bridge of the nose, "And while I'm completely surprised by Eren's sudden streak of altruism, he's right. Something could happen. He'll take you there safely."

A very convenient streak of altruism, all right. You think it over in your head, yeah the nurses' office is right down the hall, and once you're there, he'll leave. Sure, he'll taunt you but you can handle a few minutes worth of cruelty.

It's awkward getting up, and walking in front of the class while Eren props the door open like a gentleman. You know what a sharp contrast it must look like, you and him, you cowering into yourself, not meeting any eyes while he stands tall and confident.

"Do you have everything?" His tone is one of reassurance, and for the barest of the moments, feels too familiar. You know he's not being genuine right now, and for the first time, you question if he was genuine back then.

"You can hold onto my arm if you're too dizzy to walk." He says as you guys slip out of the classroom, purposefully a little too loudly. You hear coos from girls and a stray "She's so lucky!"

He must have heard it too, because he lowers his head to whisper into your ear, "Yeah, very lucky, aren't you?" Wisps of dark hair tickle your cheeks. You see the glint of tiny silver hoops and wonder when he had gotten his ears pierced. The illusion breaks and the performative charming prince's reassuring smile is replaced by a sneer.

"Didn't know you could lie like that, by the way. Some good girl you are if you're trying to ditch class like this." Fingers dig deep into your waist as he drags you along the empty hallway that seems to stretch on for miles.

Your breath gets stuck in your throat, "How did you know I was lying?"

Viridian eyes narrow, "I've seen you get migraines before." There's a knock on your heart. As if realizing he was talking about something far away ago, a vindictive edge laces into words pouring out of his mouth, "I bet you wanted this to happen, didn't you? Wanted to get us all alone."

He's trying to get a rise out of you, that much is obvious. So you ignore him to the best of your ability.

...which quickly proved to be futile, as you suddenly find your arm pinned to your back, and your front facing the nearest walls.

"I asked you a fucking question bitch." He's practically growling, "Fucking answer me."

If there was a world record for the shortest temper, best believe Eren Yeager will have collected that accolade too. He's getting too worked up, and you could definitely feel his harness poking the back on your ass, as he grinds into you.

You manage to crane your neck, wanting to have your face shoved into the wall, and then venomously spit out, "You're not looking for answers. You just want me to repeat whatever you think is true."

This position brings back flashbacks to the library when he caged you in against the bookshelves, and like then, he spins you around to face him quite abruptly.

His smile is full of sharp teeth, "No. I know I'm right."

You don't respond. He moves in closer, his breath fanning on your earlobes. Your body can't help but let an involuntary shudder, and you close your eyes, not wanting to see his pleased grin or the way the fluorescent light makes his hoops gleam like silver bullets.

One calloused finger flicks your nipple, "Do you want to know why I'm right?"

At your lack of response, the dark-haired boy rolls your nipple in between his fingers before pinching it painfully, eliciting a small whimper out of your fuckable lips. "N-no", you answer finally. You're wearing your thinnest bra because of the seasonal heat, and you can't help but regret that decision right now. The fact he's only paying attention to one of your nipples is driving you insane. Not that you want it, but you're so fucking sensitive right now. You struggle in his hold, causing him to hold you tighter, and by now his nails were probably embedded into your skin.

He chuckles at your honesty, rewarding you with a thick stripe of his tongue over the collared shirt of your uniform making you gasp. Did he just-, over your shirt too-, you look down and see a very visible wet spot.

Taking advantage of your distracted state, a eager hand snakes under your skirt until it settles in the middle of your panties. He licks your earlobe before speaking, his voice like ice under your heels.

"You were so fucking wet that day in the library while saying you hated me the entire time," he pauses as his fingers scissor you through your panties, as if to drive the message home, "About as wet as you are right now."

There's a wet spot there too, also caused by him. You crush your eyes shut, "Eren...please just take me to the nurse." You're not even struggling anymore, holding onto him out of your own accord, worried that if you don't hold onto anything-you'd fall on your knees.

The very headache you lied about having seemed not so non-existent after all.

Eren hooks his arms under the plush of your thighs, "Yeah. Of course, that's what I came to do, right?"

*

You had hoped you'd be granted a reprieve in the nurses' office but you'd forgotten that luck was never really in your favor. Because while you guys had entered the squeaky-clean office, the nurse was nowhere in sight.

Instead, a note sat on her desk in unassuming frilly cursive that Eren read with glee.

Sorry students! Minor emergency to take care of, and I'll be back by the middle of the next period. If you're badly hurt, see Mr.Ackerman in room 203. If not, just sit tight! Feel free to take up the beds.

Thank you,

Ms.Ral

Eren had turned to you with shining green eyes, "Since no one's here, I guess I'll have to keep you company. Don't want you to hurt yourself."

There was something claustrophobic about how Eren stood in front of the door as if to signify to get out of here, you had to get through him.

"Maybe I can get Mr.Ackerman..."

Eren's sudden bout of laughter makes you wince and retreat inside of yourself, "For what? A fake headache? You really wanna inconvenience him like that? Mr.Ackerman?"

You take slow steps backward until the back of your knees hit the school bed, making you stumble as you clumsily take a seat. Eren's been marching forward with every retreating step you took, and it's no surprise when he pushes you down the bed, strong hands on the side of your head, while his muscular legs force your thighs apart so he can settle himself in between.

"We have some time to kill, you know." Strands of dark hair fall into his eyes, and without thinking, you reach upwards to brush them aside.

He grips your wrist before you make it that far, nearly gritting out a "What are you doing?"

You just stare, not really knowing why that was your impulse either. Finally, you mouth out, "I want you to leave Eren."

The grip on your wrist is tighter than ever, and you very well know that you're going to have new finger-shaped bruises before the old ones even finish healing.

"And I want to stay." He punctuates each word slowly, and all you can think is how being pinned to a bed is much less painful than having the hard surface of wood digging onto your back.

You're fully aware of the heat in your core, and having Eren on top of you doesn't make this it any easier because fuck, he is attractive. Maddeningly so. And maybe you want him to go away so bad because you're afraid that if his fingers are caught inside of you, you'll thank him for it.

As if reading your mind, he lets go of your wrist (making a mental note of your sluggish movements and slipping resistance) and massages your warm hole from your panties.

"Eren please" You grit out. He merely chuckles, "What are you asking for, whore?"

You could feel tears threatening to fall. This was so embarrassing. Did you want this? Yes, yes. yes, yes. You were so wet right now and had enough of the teasing.

He alternated his kneading from slow and soft to fast and rough, and you couldn't help but let out the prettiest little moans Eren's ever heard. Since you lose all pretenses of resistance, his other hand roughly brushes against your hardened nipples, straining against the fabric of your shirt.

Okay, he decided. He's going to make you beg.

"Beg." It's announced like a command, and while you hear it, you don't really register it because your hips are busy chasing the heat, and it's all too much of an utter disappointment when his long thin fingers leave.

"I said beg slut."

"Eren, please, please. I need you so bad." You're blubbering and you don't care. You just want his pretty fingers to shove aside your panties and rub against your folds. You think back to the library, how wet you were, how the stupid fucking phone call from his coach interrupted him pumping his fingers inside of you. And you didn't know if you were happy or mad he left. But now, all you crave is the blissful wave of pleasure- the very pleasure he's been denying you.

Eren looks down at you, green eyes scrutinizing. After a long while of what it seems to be him just staring, he wipes his fingers on your skirt, brushes back his hair with a wayward hand.

"Looks like I should head back to class. See you later."

Too numb to say anything, you watch him leave with a smirk on his face. When you're sure he's walked away, you curl into yourself and cry.

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Diluc Ragnvindr - Yandere Profile

Yall are so kind and I am so undeserving hhhhh

If you stand idly by that flower girl in Mondstadt her idle line is something like "All I can think about is Diluc" And honestly same

This man exudes bde I'm sorry I just... It is a known FACT that Diluc is packing and I refuse to believe otherwise, lord have mercy I'm bout to SIMP

tws: yandere, mentions of violence

tws (below cut): noncon, kinda misogynistic in 1 part

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What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

Acutely aware, and in the beginning, frustrated with his own self. He's very much a loner type of guy, and he likes it that way -- in his mind, people are distractions.

He doesn't talk to you too much, but you'll slowly and subtly notice his presence with increasing frequency. He hovers. Silent, but intimidating. He's always there, in the background. Somehow, everywhere you go, you can spot him somewhere if you try, and even if you don't see him, you know someone is watching you, from the skin crawling feeling of eyes on you. It will never go away, and it's easily enough to drive you to paranoia.

In reality, he'd like to talk, really, but he doesn't know how. For the first time in his life, he actually has the urge to speak with someone, not for his own desire to speak so much as speak with you- to learn about you, to hear your voice. But the poor thing has no idea what to say. He's used to just going about his day and only speaking to others when they need something from him.

When he does talk to you, he finds himself even enjoying the silliest and most trivial of things you say. Normally he hates small talk, and he's normally annoyed by anything outside of very serious matters, but even if you're raving about something he has no interest in, he's happy to listen just because it's you.

He's fairly aware, too. Not a delusional for the most part, and he's honestly a bit afraid of rejection - he knows he's not the most pleasant or charming person to be around, and certainly not the best conversationalist. He tries to make up for it in thinking that his money, status, and protective ability can be something he can use to draw you in, so he makes sure to subtly and frequently remind you of those things.

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

Eventually, it's inevitable. It will happen, it's just a matter of time. His reasoning is less about your fragility and safety, even if he pretends it is, and more of a selfish thing. He doesn't want to be, and he'll certainly feel guilty for it, but he's a silently jealous person. Hearing you talk to others, seeing you smile at others, it drives him up the wall. Even during the day, he can't focus, thinking of what you're doing, who you're with, what you're doing with that person, and so on. He can't get anything accomplished, and people notice something is wrong with him. Really, it won't be a very long time at all.

He's not a very good manipulator, and he can't really think of a good reason to get you to walk into the winery backrooms on your own, so as barbaric as it may feel, he'll settle for the old fashioned way, just taking you, probably when you're walking all by yourself late at night. He is very intelligent, and will most likely formulate a way of making you seen responsible for some crime upon your disappearance, to discourage you from leaving, and to make it seem less mysterious when you disappear. People will assume that the darknight hero got to you. And, well, they’re not wrong.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape? 

Initially, he's watchful, staying at the winery so that you can't get far without him noticing. He'll cancel his plans elsewhere and make sure he's never more than sight distance away from the building. With time, he'll have to leave, and when he does, he'll probably invest in some very high quality locks to keep you in. Should that prove to not be enough, he'll have to use chains to keep you attached to the wall, instead. Needless to say, it's difficult.

If you manage an attempt, he'll be angry, sure, but he understands why. The first time, at least. Don't push it. If you manage to keep trying, his sympathy for you will slowly erode with each successive attempt, and soon he'll run out of mercy, and decide maybe just forgiving you isn't enough, and you actually need to learn a lesson to prevent this from happening again.

"Again? You really... Really don't give up, do you. This is the fourth time now... You've really pushed it, you know, I've tried to be nice. If you're not gonna get that, I'll make you understand."

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

Canonically speaking, he's fairly good at predicting the actions of others. He's clever like that. However, he's not the best at reading faces. As far as lies go, he will detect it maybe 80% of the time, but you can probably get away with a bit - once he catches you doing it once, though, he'll suspect you from there on out, and be much less likely to buy your lies.

When it comes to manipulation, he's one of the ones where it's like, he kinda knows, and lets it happen anyway, if it's for the sake of you being happy with him. That, and he's just flat out weak to your smiles and begging for little things. He's got his limits, though, so you'd be wise to only use this sparingly and not push it.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

Protective to the maximum degree. Probably the worst of genshin boys.

Absolutely zero contact with the outside. No family, no friends, he might even go to the extent of faking your death to ensure there's not even anyone who will look for you.

Unlike Childe, Zhongli, or Albedo that I've mentioned as allowing you for walks or outside visits... That's not happening with Diluc. No, he's insanely protective, to the point that you very well might not see sunlight again, except through a window.

And he gets that it can get depressing, he really does, it's just the one thing he can't do. He'll try to substitute it, get you nice large windows to let the sun in that you can sit in front of - provided he's there - and maybe after a while build a little screened-in porch for the winery that you can walk around on - again, provided he's right there. You really can't expect him to let you out there when you're alone. What if someone saw you and tried to hurt you?

You get the feeling it's less about keeping anything else out, and more about keeping you in, though.

He's actually good about letting you do things for yourself, though. He won't restrain you from cooking or kitchen utensils or anything like that, unless you do something stupid like try to hurt him or yourself, in which case it'll be a revoked privilege.

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

Initially, he tries to go easy on rules, as part of his attempt to make you more accepting. He'll keep you more restrained for the first little while, and later on you'll be allowed to walk, but certain sections of the building will be off limits. He's fairly simple - be obedient, stay inside, don't try to fight. He'll invent new ones based on your behaviors as time goes on, but for the most part, he doesn't want to control you too much.

He fears getting too mad and making you scared of him, so, he struggles to punish you initially. He's probably willing to let quite a bit slide, but once he senses you're taking advantage of that, he'll put an end to it. Once again, he can thank the fact that he's naturally intimidating - he'll grab your jaw and force you to look at him, and honestly, just the look on his face is enough to send chills down your spine. If you're persistent, he's not able to leave you all alone and isolate you, no, he can't handle being away from you for that long. He'll appeal to the punishment of boredom, tying you to one spot and giving you nothing to entertain yourself with will get you to crack in a fairly short amount of time.

Humiliation works well, too. You're all alone except for him, you don't need clothes. So if you want them, you'll have to behave.

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

This man only has to look at people to send them running. He's very grateful for his scowl once he realizes the power it holds. You'll be none the wiser as to why everyone you meet seems to end up avoiding you, why people get nervous when you approach, why you can walk into a public place and it will clear out within minutes of you walking through the door. It's ok, though, since you have him to go to for your problems. He'll shrug and tell you he doesn't know why it happens to you, but it's no big deal, you don't have to worry about it, because you don't need them anyway, right?

He's not above having chats with people either. If they're not driven off by the glares, he'll give them another chance by spelling out very clearly that they should back off.

With persistent offenders, though, he has to come up with other means. He's not a delusional, and he knows deep down that this is selfish, that they're not really doing anything wrong per se, but his anger is violent and ultimately overrides any guilt. He'll find a way to make them out to be criminals, spies, or some other form of bad person, and they'll meet their fate at the hands of Mondstadt's mysterious nighttime vigilante.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

His default personality is... Irritated. He scowls a lot, he gets exasperated easy - even if he tries to be a bit more pleasant for you. His irritation is so common that seeing genuine anger is a bit rarer.

When he does, though, it's one of the worst. To really, really make him mad, you'd have to be exceptionally, intentionally bratty to the point of antagonism - he's understanding and lucid enough to understand why you fight him, why you try to run, but do it over and over relentlessly, or just be a childish brat and ignore his warnings, and he'll snap. His voice bellows when he's mad, it's deep and terrifying and echoes off the walls, his eyes narrow and he stomps heavily with every step. He'll grab you by the arm hard enough to bruise, and if you refuse to follow and dig your heels in, he'll just roughly swing you onto his shoulder and carry you.

He has to exert the anger in some way, though. He's not like some yanderes that can be talked down or calmed, or are going to go easy on you if you apologize and beg. Once the anger is there, it's there until he physically takes it out in some way.

So they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

It depends, really, because he's highly lucid, so he has very little delusions about you. Unlike many of the others, he's willing to acknowledge your mental competence, and if you're intelligent and have life experience he'll acknowledge it. He won't recognize physical capability, though, since you're nothing compared to his strength. If you are a capable, independent person, he won't delude himself into thinking otherwise. It will, however, have a negative effect, probably the opposite of what you hope for - he's going to feel a bit intimidated by it, really, because if you're capable and independent, you don't need him as much. He's more likely to find ways to force your dependency on him, if so, but deep down he knows you're an equal on a mental level, and it's frustrating.

Now, otherwise - if you're a little more on the ditzy, airheaded side - it will be below. He's realistic, again, and if you genuinely do fall into the category of being naive and a bit dumb, he'll recognize it. He feels more secure in your dependency, and he's more likely to baby you this way, and will absolutely be more protective.

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

He really wants you to. He's not sure if he deserves it, though. He's acutely, painfully aware of how awful the things he's done are, and to top it all off, he knows that he should wish he was a better man that had self control, yet... He doesn't. He can't lie to himself and pretend to even have a shred of regret, even if he feels guilt. If he hadn't done all those things, you wouldn't be here with him like this, and even though he knows it's selfish, so very, very selfish, knowing that the horrible things he did got him the result he wanted makes it worth it. And given the opportunity to go back, he'd do it again.

He wants you to genuinely love him, and even though he struggles with human affection and communication, he'll try his best to be sweet to you, say nice things, try to be less irritable, try to talk more.

But if dependency, isolation-induced attachment love is the best he can get, well, that's still love.

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

He likes to just... Spend time in your presence. He's still ultimately not much for talking, he runs out of things to say very quickly and even if you're not talking, he's very very happy to be around you. If you're being cold towards him even, he wants to just sit there and be beside you, if you get up and sit on the other side of the room, or walk to another room (provided you have the privilege to do so), he'll follow you wherever like a little lost puppy and just silently sit right back down next to you again. He soaks in your presence like sunlight, it makes him happy.

If you show him affection, especially after an abduction or when stockholm syndrome starts to set in, it's one of the few times you'll see him smile. His smile is soft and faint, and it's less his mouth so much as his eyes that seem to light up. If you show him affection, you can eventually reach a very vulnerable, very soft side of him. He keeps up walls for everyone else, and he kind of desperately wants someone he doesn't have to do that with, so he'll crumble to your affection fairly quickly, once he's assured of your love.

Also, he's one of the ones who fully understands why you're mad. He gets it, he's lucid, and he honestly knows how awful what he's doing is. He still hopes you'll get over it, though, and if confinement and isolation except for him is what it takes to achieve that... So be it. Rather than justifying his actions, he acknowledges what he's done, but he's aware that psychologically, he's already long past the point of no return, and he can't bring himself to stop.

“I know this wasn’t... what you wanted, and, I know it’s, I know this was really, really bad, but I only did it for your sake. If you just... try to get used to it... maybe you can be happy, if you try.”

General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

High, but embarrassed as all hell. He likes to maintain a very respectable and serious image, and people knowing that behind that neutral poker face is a brain running through nasty, nasty fantasies would not be very conductive to that image.

And that's what he does - working the bar gets very, very slow sometimes, and there's not much to do but sit around and let his mind wander. The more bored he gets, the more involved in these fantasies he becomes, and sometimes you might have to tap him on the shoulder to snap him out of it.

He feels guilty, really, for how he feels about you, and he knows that it's wrong and violating... But. But if you don't know, it won't hurt you, now will it? Nothing about the fact that he just thinks about bending you over the bar tables and fucking you raw is going to actually do anything bad. It's harmless.

He won't be touchy or perverse towards you by any means, and while that's nice, it causes something of a... Buildup. A lot of urges and needs have gone unmet, a lot of desperation to just feel you skin that has never been filled, and the thing about buildups is that when you reach a certain point they'll eventually burst, which is going to be what happens once you're in your new home.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

He's moderate. He'd like you to want it, he's not highly sadistic and doesn't get off to your struggling/crying the way Childe or Kaeya would. But, in the end he's very set on what he wants, and if you're not open to it, he's not going to wait long. As aforementioned, he's got a lot of pent-up need that has gone unchecked, and while he normally strives for self control, at the point of kidnapping you, he's built up enough sexual frustration that he's not going to be very patient. Again, he's not going to be mean about it, he's more the type to just kiss your forehead and mutter a few reassuring things, even as you hiss at the pain of being impaled. That's another issue - he's convinced you might just be intimidated by the size, so he'll keep reassuring you that it's not going to last long, your body just needs time to adjust, even though you feel like you're being split in two.

He's content with knowing that, even if you mentally aren't wanting it, your bodily reactions show that you're clearly not repulsed or anything.

He's also another one to use that very thing against you, much like Albedo. He can feel you twitch and clamp down when you're close and he'll tell you that if you love him you'll cum, and if you don't love him, you won't. But no amount of trying to bring yourself down is enough to override the overwhelming stimulation.

He's also one to get rougher/more intense with time. At first, he's a bit afraid of hurting you, and he's not entirely familiar with how this all goes, and even can be a bit prudish and reserved. But the more he fucks you, the more and more he realizes he really likes having a sense of control and dominance over you, and just how nice it feels to come home when he's frustrated from a bad day and just fuck that energy out. Once he realizes you're not going to break or anything, you'll notice him gradually getting rougher and harder with time, until it becomes a norm.

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

Stomach bulging/size kink

He's not normally an outwardly prideful person. His pride is more of a silent aloof type of pride, rather than a smug showoff type. He's not one to emphasize his positive traits just to look good. But, fuck, if there isn't something very, very pleasing about being able to physically see his dick making a bulge on your stomach every time he fucks into you. He'll make sure you don't close your eyes, grab your hair and pull your head down so you're forced to watch it fill you more than you can take, over and over.

He doesn't want to hurt you, really, but of all the things to whimper about, you just had to squeal that it's too big, that it hits your cervix, that it's splitting you apart, and as much as he really wants to be a good guy, you're really making it difficult. Hearing that just breaks something primal in him and makes him want to fuck you harder.

It's one of the few things he can actually get smug about, watching you clutch your gut and whimper from bruising and soreness even long after, and as time goes on he might lose enough shame about it all to make a smug comment. He knows he should feel bad. But again, you make it hard to.

Breeding

It's a possession thing, really. There's something so utterly satisfying about just watching cum drip out of you, listening to you whimper whenever you feel it filling you up. It's kind of cute, when he tells you he'll cum inside you and you panic, you squeal and wriggle and unintentionally clench down hard enough to make that happen, you practically just milk the cum out of him when you do.

Forced feminization?/housewife kink/I dont know what to call it but hear me out dammit

He has in his brain this idea of a perfect little housewife and you're going to fit that model whether you want to or not. When he breaks into goes back to your old apartment to bring clothes for your new home he'll only pick the most frilly, feminine of all the things you owned, and if you don't have too many, he'll buy ones for you.

He just likes the idea of having a nice, sweet little wife to come back to, especially after being so stressed with whatever bullshit he's had to put up with that day. Really, any darling in captivity is kinda sorta filling that role, but he's got a very specific image in his mind of you being very... Domestic. Submissive. Frilly little clothes and aprons and cleaning things and making food, it's very cute and gives him a weird sense of dominance that will inevitably turn to arousal - something about the whole ownership and submission aspect of seeing you walk around in those clothes, doing your little chores makes him really want to grab you and bend you over the nearest surface and just - well, you get the idea.

And he's not gonna listen to your whining, either, even if you're a naturally tomboyish person. You could have been the roughest adventurer there was out there, all ragged and getting covered in scrapes and climbing mountains and fighting monsters, but that's in the past, now. Now, is time for you to give that lifestyle up, in favor of a better one, one that will make you happier... if you just let it. 

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

He's yes and no, but mostly yes in theory. It fits into his little housewife fantasy and he feels it would be a good way to keep you attached to him. It would make you less likely to leave, it would give you something to do all day, you'd be happy. He's a bit worried about his own capabilities, though. He's not super empathetic and he's not very talkative. Ultimately, it would probably end up an accident that results from the aforementioned breeding kink.

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

Another one kind of like Razor, he's not gonna think it out too much, but holy fuck, if he's mad, just fucking feels like a punishment in and of itself. You'll realize just how much he's holding back on the regular when you see what it's like when he hold nothing back. It's bruising, it's brutal, and it's a little frightening to witness that kind of raw strength. He'd be one to pick you up into the air completely, holding your whole body up with his arms, forcing you to cling to him so as to not fall while he bounces you up and down on him. And really, once you account for the affect of gravity, so it's slamming into you at unprecedented force, and fuck, it's likely horribly painful, even if that pleasure is still there.

If he's exceptionally mad, he's another one willing to belt you, and while he'll certainly get off to it, it's something he'll only do when he genuinely has a reason to punish you.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

Thighs. He likes hooking them over his shoulders, grabbing the fleshy soft parts with his hands, running his hands up and down the sides. One day, one you're comfortable enough, he'd really like to just lay his head down on them like a pillow, they look so soft. And he loves looking at them too, loves things that show just enough of the curve of your hips to your legs and the soft skin underneath.