#ss: i wanna hold your hand

[arieslost]

you have pushed me to ask so here I go

I present my idea of motorcyclist!oscar and his gf who is afraid of motorcycles. He convinces her to try it onc3 and BOOM hands around him holding on the dear life.

I want to hold on to him

I can't stop thinking about that tiktok

here's a ss I took from the tiktok edit

what a yummy man

the entire time i wrote this i kept coming back to look at this picture because oh my goodness gracious. i hope this lives up to ur expectations <33 definitely wanna write more biker!osc after this

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hold on tight | op81

“Just one time?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No way.”

“Do you even love me at all?” Oscar asks dramatically, jutting his lower lip out for extra effect. 

“That’s not going to work on me, Piastri.” You shake your head vehemently. “I refuse to get on that death machine. It’s bad enough that you ride it all the time.”

“Come onnnn,” he whines, tugging you up off of the bed and into his arms. 

The two of you look like polar opposites— him with his leather jacket and riding gloves still on, smelling faintly of exhaust, and you in plaid pajama pants and one of his worn out t-shirts. You suppose that’s what makes your relationship work so well, opposites attract and whatever. All relationships take compromise though, and this is one “compromise” that, thus far, you’ve refused to make. 

In your eyes, it’s not a compromise. But Oscar has been asking you to be his “backpack” practically since the two of you met. 

“What do I have to do to convince you?” He’s asking, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. 

“Hmm, nothing.” You smile up at him, and it fades just as fast when you see the excitement in his eyes. “Because it’s never going to happen. I like being alive, thank you very much.”

“Baby, you know you’ll be safe with me. I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.” He says sincerely, his pleading tone now gone. “I’ve been riding my entire life. I did all the crashing before I got my license. Haven’t crashed since.”

“Yeah, that makes me feel better.” You mutter, hiding your face in his chest so he can’t see your resolve slowly starting to crumble. 

“It would be so fun,” he continues, arms tightening around your frame as he starts to sway you both side to side a little. “All you’d have to do is hold on to me. I’ll do all the work. You trust me, don’t you?” 

“With all things except the death machine,” you say, voice muffled by the material of his jacket. 

“I love you, but I’m gonna need you to stop calling her ‘the death machine,’ honey.”

“Her?” You look up at him, affronted. “I’m definitely not doing it now. Wouldn’t want to get between you and the other woman in your life.” 

Oscar laughs. His laugh has always been more of a giggle around you, which is such a contrast to his outward appearance that it never fails to make you melt. 

“You’re the only woman for me, which is why you’re the only woman I’ve ever asked to be my backpack.” He says. 

“Don’t try to butter me up with the whole backpack thing again.” You roll your eyes and try to pull away from him, but he somehow manages to twirl you and bring you right back into him. 

“It’s not me buttering you up, I’m just telling the truth. Come on, baby.” he leans in and gives you a long kiss that leaves your head spinning a little. “One time. And if you don’t like it, I promise I won’t ask again.” 

You let out a frustrated groan, because he has to know that he’s won at this point. That kiss was nothing but tactical. “Fine. Fine. But you can’t just kiss me like that every time you want something from me, it’s unfair.” 

“Yes, yes!” He squeezes you into him, kissing the top of your head over and over. “You won’t regret this.”

“I already am a little bit.” You grumble. 

That’s how you find yourself standing on the sidewalk with Oscar in front of you adjusting a helmet on your head. 

“This is making me claustrophobic,” you complain as he flips the visor up so he can see your face. 

“I’m just making sure you’re safe, baby.” When you furrow your eyebrows, he sighs and drops his hands to his sides. “If you really don’t want to do this, you don’t have to, okay?”

This makes you relent a little bit. “Osc, I’m sorry. I’m just scared. I don’t like motorcycles, like, at all.” You smile as best you can with the helmet on, hoping it goes to your eyes so he can see it. “I want to do this. You just… you really have to help me.” 

He nods, the tension in his shoulders dissipating. “Of course, honey. C’mon.”

He takes your hand and leads you over to his motorcycle. While you’re terrified just looking at it, you can’t deny that it’s absolutely beautiful. Streamlined and sleek, like he literally just bought it, even though you know he’d already had it for a year when you first met him. 

He looks almost the same as he did when you first met— all black getup, signature leather jacket, riding gloves, and of course, his strangely colorful helmet that doesn’t match the rest of him. His hair was long when you met him, and you still remember being absolutely starstruck when you saw his face for the first time. It had felt like everything went into slow motion when he took his helmet off, pushed his hair back, and instantly made eye contact with you from where you were just exiting the bookstore. 

Needless to say, you were done for. And now here you are, a year later, letting him help you onto the death machine. 

He never said you had to stop calling it (sorry, her) that if you were thinking it to yourself. 

“You okay? Comfy?” Oscar asks, reaching to adjust your helmet one more time. 

“Yup. Mhmm. Totally.” You nod, not even trying to sound convincing considering your heart is in your throat and he hasn’t even started the engine yet. 

“Great,” he kisses the top of your helmet and smiles at you cutely before climbing onto the bike so he’s seated in front of you. “Just hold on tight, okay baby? Like this.” 

He reaches behind him, grabbing your hands that had been anxiously scratching at the material of your jeans and pulling you forward so your arms are wrapped around his waist. He doesn’t have to say anything else– you’re quick to tighten your hold around him, fingers clutching at the material of his open jacket. You immediately feel your anxieties begin to dissipate as soon as you’re holding onto him, and you shift your whole body forward on the seat so your front is pressed as close as it can be to his back. When he lets out a quiet grunt, you release your grip a little. 

“I’m sorry! Am I holding you too tight?” “No, no,” he huffs out a laugh, patting your thigh. “Do whatever you need to do. Just warn me if you’re planning to suffocate me at all.”

“Listen, Piastri–” you begin, and he cuts you off by twisting around to look at you.

“Okay, I get it, I’m sorry.” He’s giggling now, and you let go of him to smack his helmet. “I’m done, I promise. As long as you feel safe, honey.”

“Come on, let’s go before I chicken out.” You say, quickly reassuming your hold.

It’s times like these where you appreciate just how buff your boyfriend is. He has something of a sleeper build, so one quick glance at him wouldn’t really reveal much, but when you’re pressed up against him like this, you can feel the muscles in his back and shoulders and his abs through his shirt when your hand slips past his jacket. He’s warm and solid against you, and that in itself is comforting enough that you don’t go flying off the seat when he starts up the engine and you instantly feel your whole body start to vibrate from the force of it.

“I’ll check in with you, okay?” He says over the loud rumbling. “Hit me in the head or something and I’ll pull over. Sound good?” Having him to hold on to is nice, but your throat is still dry thinking about all the dastardly possibilities that could occur when the bike starts moving, so you have to swallow a couple times in order for him to hear you over the engine. “Yeah, sounds good.”

Your heart falls out of your ass and lands on the pavement when he pulls out onto the road, the engine roaring as he accelerates. 

“God, please spare me,” you say out loud, grateful that Oscar can’t hear you over the engine. 

As soon as he gets onto the freeway, that’s when you realize just how much fun you’ve been missing out on.

It’s never been a secret to you that Oscar loves going fast. There have been plenty of occasions where you’ll drive somewhere, do whatever it is you have planned, and then you’ll turn to him and ask if he wants to drive home just to give him some peace of mind knowing that the journey back will be cut down by a few minutes at least. Being in the car is fun enough, but being on the back of his motorcycle is different.

You thought you’d be more scared. You’re terrified, sure, but even though you can feel the wind whipping against your clothes and you’re flying past cars on either side of the freeway, you’re holding on to Oscar, and you could easily do that forever. You’re quickly warming up to the concept of being his backpack, and you can feel yourself relaxing your death grip around him. This is actually kind of fun. Okay, really fun. You actually can’t believe you were so adamantly refusing to do this this whole time. 

Every so often, he reaches back with one hand and rubs your thigh, or holds one of your hands that is now tucked comfortably into his jacket pocket. You thought you’d be freaking out about him taking a hand off the handlebars, but he exudes confidence on the bike, and he never wavers no matter what he’s doing with his hands. 

He doesn’t go very far; the whole ride lasts maybe 20 minutes, but it feels like half that with how quick the bike is. Your arms ache from all the muscles in them working the whole time, and when he helps you off the back of the bike your legs feel like jello.

“How was it?” He asks, helping you pull the bulky helmet off your head. 

Your hair falls in your face and he brushes it away for you before you can even lift your hands. He cups your cheeks, a small smile on his face as he admires you.

“We are definitely doing that again.” 

His smile grows, and he places a sweet, adoring kiss on your lips. “I knew I finally found my backpack.” 

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[gilverrwrites]

Some of many (entirely self indulgent) fluffy/domestic Dick Grayson headcanons just because I love him.

He ADORES having a passenger prince/ss, someone to chat to, to point out cute dogs, and to sing along to Spotify with.

However, of the entire family, he is the worst driver.

Damian doesn’t even know how to drive yet, and somehow Dick is still worse.

It's not so bad in the car. He's known to ‘accidentally’ drive above the speed limit, take a few risky sharp turns and whatnot, but that’s about it.

But if you’re ever on the back of a batcycle, hold on for dear life.

He really doesn’t get enough credit for being the family's resident daredevil type.

He’s drifting, doing wheelies WITH NO HANDS.

Of course, he wouldn’t do it if he wasn’t 110% certain of your safety, but if you get scared he will tease.

You’ve gotta be able to stand a certain degree of teasing with Dick.

More often than not he outright does not respond to being called Dick by you. Cute pet names only, please. Dickie at a minimum. “Dick? Whose Dick? I only know Bubba.”

And vice versa, say goodbye to your actual name unless he’s mad at you.

His wardrobe is yours (within reason obviously, can’t have you parading around in his Nightwing suit).

He especially likes seeing you in his boxers and t-shirts, or especially his dress shirts the morning after a fancy event.

But he also raids your wardrobe, does not matter if you’re considerably smaller than him. He’ll wear your tees like crop tops in the summer, and won’t hesitate to squeeze your socks over his feet if he doesn’t have any clean ones.

And unless you do his laundry, or he’s been back to the manor recently, he rarely has clean socks.

Leaves you his cologne bottle if he’s ever has to go away for more than a few nights so you can spray whatever you like to be reminded of him.

Big on PDA, always draping himself on you when you’re out places. Arms around your shoulders on walks, plays footsie with you under tables. Will dance with you in the streets when you’re walking home drunk or kiss you in the rain.

Unless he’s around family, in which case it’s like a switch. Their teasing is relentless, and he doesn’t mind too much when it’s just him, but it really gets under his skin when they make jokes at your expense, even if they don’t mean anything by it.

Not to mention he’s leading by example, he doesn’t wanna see his younger siblings sucking face with anyone up close, so he’s not gonna subject them to watch him do it.

Always says he wants more chill dates where the two of you just relax at home and watch a film or something but that never happens. In the event that he isn’t needed elsewhere he either

Gets touchy 5 minutes in and you spend the night doing it instead.

Complains that you need a very specific type of snack or something, and takes you shopping at the only supermarket at does it, then there’s a great fast food joint you’ve gotta try, oh and he knows a rooftop nearby that has a great view you have to let him show you, come on.

He’s restless!

The only times your stay-at-home and chill dates succeed are when gaming is involved. Keep his hands and brain occupied.

Does not enjoy cleaning or cooking, but he’s not completely incapable. He often plays up his ‘inability to cook’ at home cause he knows the responsibility of cooking for everyone will fall on him should Alfred be unable/away, and god knows he’s a people pleaser. He won’t say no, so prevent them from asking.

He’ll cook for you though, it’s nothing special but he’ll do it.

Chores often take twice as long with him around because he’s always getting distracted dancing to the radio with you, or just touching you, he can't help it, you’re just so great, you’re a perfect little domestic team together.

[deadghosy]

Mattheo, Theodore, Lorenzo x male reader (Group/poly)

Where they’re werewolves? — super protective & scenting their mate all the time

WEREWOLF! MATTHEO, THEODORE & LORENZO X MALE! READER

You didn’t know how this happened. All you did was be yourself around your housemates in Slytherin. Not knowing 3 of them were werewolves, and now. You’re their mate. Their scent all over you, always are around you. They look like bodyguards as mattheo and Theodore are by your side while as Lorenzo is behind you when walking to class or anywhere.

Some might say you are very protected, which is true. Your boys love you well to the point they get kinda aggressive when they deem someone as a threat to the relationship the four of you have. Mattheo almost got a boy into a coma, all because the student didn’t “back off”. Theodore goes with verbal abuse and confrontation. He knows how to scare people away. And then there’s Lorenzo who’s a devil in disguise. Doing small little curses at the person. Making them go crazy.

Sometimes you can’t even catch your own breath around those 3. When relaxing in the common room, mattheo is on your left, Theodore is on your right, and Lorenzo is just sitting in front of your legs and in between them. His head leaning back so you could scratch his scalp. The boys are always begging for you to scratch their scalp. The way you do it just makes them wanna claim you all over again.

When you scratch mattheo, his head is all in your neck. Pressing soft kisses, he’ll even do small nips at it as he rubs your hips. For when you scratch Theodore, his tall body is leaning down on you. Making you having to lay on something as Theodore is literally rubbing his face in your neck. Masking his scent again on you over, and over. Lorenzo is slightly tamed as he just smile while giving your wrist soft kisses. Your boys love you very well.

Sometimes you play little jokes on them. Mattheo would try to find you when you had sprayed your fragrance you use a lot on a hoodie so you can trick the riddle werewolf that you were in your room. When really you were outside in the yard. Mattheo found you an hour later and was absolutely touch starved. Immediately hugging you and kissing your face with those beautiful eyes of his tracking your whole body to make sure you were okay.

Lorenzo is practically the most softest of them all. He’s the one who follows you the most. Rubbing your stomach when lying down together, holding your hands.

And when the full moon hits. They can’t help but transform into their wolves and lick your hands and face. Their licks to your face is basically kisses as they try to speak only to growl in admiration at how you aren’t scared of them. Mattheo is a dark wolf, Theodore is a mixture of light brown and brown fur, and Lorenzo is just a bright brown color. So you’re lucky to know which one is which.

Right as of now, you are in what muggles call a dog pile. Lorenzo is on your stomach, mattheo is on your right, and Theodore is on your left. Cuddling you with their body heat as the slight broken heater in your room was heating it up against the cold night. Lorenzo was half asleep as he just cuddled deeper against your belly. Sometimes Lorenzo had “urges” deeper than the other boys surprisingly. Mattheo was playing with your fingers as Theodore was playing with your hair. “Darling..when is the next moon?” Lorenzo asks, his voice a little husky from drowsiness. You took a deep breath in and look over at the calendar.

“Oh my…it’s tonight…” you say, sitting up a little as your boys groaned annoyed. They hated turning into wolves. More or so reasons because they can’t hold you properly or ki ss you properly. They find it mostly annoying how you baby them when they pamper you so much in their regular form.

“I hate it..” Lorenzo said. Nuzzling his messy bed hair against your stomach before pouting up at you. “I know dear.” You said with a soft voice. You started to scratch his scalp, making him let out a sigh of relief. Your two boys only relaxed in your presence. Minutes passed and they could feel themselves wanting to transform.

“Can I kiss you before we transform?”

“Could I still lay on you??”

“Can I hug you right now?”

Questions were just thrown out in the air. You weren’t overwhelmed of course, just thrown off at how quick your boys wanted you before they transformed. You kissed mattheo gently, you let Theodore hug you. His dark wood scent clinging into you. And you nodded yes to Lorenzo who smiled still. Just happy to stay lay on you. Again, a few minutes pass and mattheo is the first one to transform. His dark black fur covering your eyes of Theodore and Lorenzo following suit. Now you felt a wolf’s nose on your stomach. Whimpering as Theodore and mattheo just snuggle into your arms.

“Awww Lorenzo..it’s just for tonight love.” You say that but the poor werewolf has his ears pushed back. It seems mattheo is laughing at the other werewolf. Because Theodore then smacks the dark wolf with his paw. Making mattheo growl a little. “Hey! No fighting on my bed you gits.” You give them a pointed look. Making your three boys nuzzle against you.

They licked your face, making you giggle. Your giggle made it even more known at how sweet and apiece you were and are to them.

They are your boys.

[inside-lees-mind]

Hii!! I love your writing and was wondering if you could write something w the k13 + ss and whether or not they would catch you if you fell. Mybe also if you jumped into their arms, like that one trend a while back (like if they were holding something but you jump at them, what would they do)/and maybe how they are with trust falls!

Would they catch you if you fell?

This’ll be short and sweet

Naruto Uzumaki

He would catch you if you jumped, but he doesn’t even realize he did.

Then he’s confused because… what just happened?

He slowly puts you down

He’d always catch people in a trust fall too, but he can’t bring himself to fall back when doing a trust fall.

He wants to trust, but he can’t.

Sasuke Uchiha

Depends…

He might step out of the way if he’s not in a good mood or didn’t even process what you were doing.

If he likes you, he’ll likely catch you. Then complain.

Doesn’t trust anybody for a trust fall, but he’ll catch you if you do a trust fall.

Sakura Haruno

Catches you with full intention to do so.

She’ll hold you for a second cuz she’s strong and you don’t bother her.

When she does put you do, she asks what you did that for.

She’ll trust you for a trust fall. She doesn’t trust just anybody, so that’s a compliment.

And of course, she’ll catch you.

Sai

Catches you.

Tells you he read about something like this.

Tells you what it means.

If that’s not what you mean, or if it’s outlandish, you choose rather you slap him or explain to him how that’s not okay. Then probably slap him for his response (I don’t agree with slapping ppl, but canon typical violence guys)

He’ll catch you if you do a trust fall. Thinks it’s good for bonding so he’ll fall too!

Shikamaru Nara

Catches you, but is shocked and like “what??”

Puts you down like immediately.

Somewhere in there, he said “what a drag.”

He’s not doing a trust fall, he doesn’t care.

But if you screamed, “trust fall” and just fell back, he’ll catch you.

Choji Akimichi

Catches you without question. He didn’t fully realize what was going on, but he would do it over and purposely catch you too.

He will carry you around if you want afterwards.

Always catches you in a trust fall.

He trusts you and Shikamaru to catch him in a trust fall, but Shikamaru always loudly complains about it so more so you.

Ino Yamanaka

She catches you, but probably scolds you for just jumping on her.

Like give her some warning??

Especially if she had anything in her hands.

She can’t bring herself to fall back in a trust fall, even if she trusts the person. She’ll shout about not wanting to do it, but eventually she’ll do it to prove herself.

She always catches you, but some people will get dropped if they try.

Kiba Inuzuka

He probably does the same thing to you.

Like “CATCH ME” and a man that is way too big and buff is flying through the air, right at you.

So yeah he’d always catch you, but it comes with a cocky comment about how much you wanna be in his arms. Beware.

Randomly springs trust falls on everybody and gets pissed if they let him fall.

He will catch you.

Shino Aburame

He’ll catch you… but he’s so confused.

Don’t do that again…

He’s a little scared?

Might think something is wrong, but he kinda finds it cute when he finds out there is no real reason for it. Like you jumped in HIS arms? 🥹

He’s not up for the trust fall shit, but he’ll catch you if you do it anyways.

Hinata Hyuga

Catches you, but she is nervous and startled.

She probably says something heroic sounding like “I will never drop you.”

She’s sad when you get down out of her arms.

She’ll trust you in a trust fall and catch you too.

Neji Hyuga

Probably steps back and then gets just a little upset that he didn’t catch you, especially if you get hurt.

That or you knock you both down to the ground.

He’ll tell you that you shouldn’t have done that, but he’s sorry.

Same goes for trust falls.

He’s not doing them though, not unless you annoy him half to death to do it.

Rock Lee

He catches you enthusiastically, probably hugs you tightly too.

Now he’s got an idea, and next time, when you least expect it, he’s gonna do the same thing. He ends up knocking you both to the ground because at the speed he jumped, even if you catch him, you’re both going down…

Another type to scream “TRUST FALL!” And fall, and expect you to catch him. He will get up like nothing and say “let’s try again!” If you don’t catch him

He’ll always catch you though.

Tenten

Catches you and wraps her arms around you as she processes what you did.

She’s startled and maybe even a little alert, but when she pieces it together and realizes it’s you, she slowly puts you down.

She’s willing to do trust falls. She’ll catch you if you catch her. But if you prank her, she will give you that energy back.

Gaara of the Sand

He got startled and the sand blocked you…

He apologizes and probably lightly warns or scolds you about not jumping at him suddenly.

Tells you that you can try again.

He won’t do trust falls, but he’ll catch you with his sand if you do one.

Kankuro of the Sand

He let you fall.

Thought it’d be funny at first, but he’d feel like a total dickhead if you get hurt.

He won’t apologize though, but it’ll be obvious he regrets his decision.

Probably still tells you not to do sudden things like that, or more so, stop putting yourself in danger.

He’s not doing trust falls. If it’s the first time you attempt to jump or fall, again, he’s letting you fall.

Temari of the Sand

She’ll catch you, but immediately puts you down.

Tells you not to jump so suddenly.

Won’t do trust falls, even if she trusts you. Thinks it’s stupid and definitely not happening.

She’ll catch you though, then scold you for doing it.

[bellewintersroe]

Hey, there! I have a BoB headcanons request that is a bit angsty/heavy so if you don’t feel like doing it, I completely understand! I was just wondering how the easy boys would go about trying to comfort a reader with guilt/trauma from either killing a German soldier (like Winters when he shoots that one SS soldier) or not being able to save a fellow soldier if you’d like to go the nurse route. I’d just love some Winters and Eugene comfort!! Thank you!🫶

Heyyy so sorry for the slow reply!! Thank you, this is such a good request!!! I’ve combined both your ideas for the diff guys- I hope you enjoy!

Tw - talks of death, guilt, trauma, ptsd, war, etc.

BoB Headcanons - How they comfort you

Eugene Roe:

As a fellow medic, Gene understands completely what you’re doing when you start shutting yourself away.

After leaving Bastogne you didn’t actually think things could get much worse, but when you lose Jackson in the dingy basement in the middle of Haguenau - let’s just say you don’t take it well.

“It woulda’ happened anyway… it’s not your fault.” Gene would remind.

You’d sigh with a heavy heart and attempt to leave any kind of confrontation.

“Gene you weren’t the one assigned to take care of them. He died under my watch, I didn’t do good enough.”

Not only are you heavily burdened by Jackson’s death, but you’re also exhausted and cold and hungry. Gene at first would watch from afar with a furrow between his brow until enough was enough and he confronted you.

He’d find a way to pull you back in, he’d wrap blankets around your shoulders when you’re just sat staring into space. Or he’d force Hershey bars into your pocket, practically begging you to eat.

“It’s my fault.” You’d tell him.

Gene just takes the honest route, he knows that’s better than blatantly trying to soften the blow with anything else.

“Jackson woulda died anyway. I saw what happened and… you could’ve tried everything n’ he wouldn’t have made it…”

If you need him to go into technical medical talk he would. He’d do anything, he’s the type of guy to sit talking with you for hours.

Huge empathetic so cannot stand the idea of you being troubled by this or taking the blame.

If the two of you aren’t already together then he’s a little more careful to not overstep boundaries, but he 1000% keeps the blanket wrapped over your shoulders in place by holding it there with an arm over you. Even if his hand is freezing.

Dick Winters:

It maybe happens around Bastogne? You happen to fire at the Germans and when you guys go look after, one of them is just a kid.

Let’s say he’s nowhere near older than twenty, still in his teens, and you’re absolutely horrified from the second you find this out.

It makes you freak tf out and the men bundle you back to the line pretty fast, they all know what it feels like, that guilt ravishing them alive. And Winters especially understands the exact thing you’ve been through.

I feel like he’d find out pretty fast, the two of you are in a private relationship that can’t be openly shown out on the field.

He’d take a sensible approach, despite being oh so worried.

Has you come sit in his and Lewis’ tent at CP.

Would offer you a drink, food, another coat, new boots, worries that you need feminine products? Idk the man just wants to take care of u ok.

When it comes to it and you say no to everything he simply sits besides you and just looks over your face.

Then he opens up about Holland and how he shot another soldier, just a kid. It’s relatable and the feelings he talks about are exactly what you’re experiencing.

If you get upset he can’t engulf you into the hug he wants, but he deffo squeezes you with an arm around you, encouraging you to know this isn’t your fault.

Extremely mindful of you for the following days after. If you wanna go off the line then he does that, if you wanna go for a walk then he makes somebody’s with you at all times.

Super super emotionally intelligent and would support you through anything.

Joe Liebgott:

Probs walks into the quiet aid station all loud mouthed and hollering about something irrelevant. He knew you were on shift tonight with one other nurse who’s occupied upstairs in the building. Your arrival in Austria luckily called for a lot less gruesome wounds and gory deaths- but every now and then, someone slipped through your fingers.

Your head snaps up, away from the patient who lay still before you. Your eyes are full of tears and at the sight of Joe, you begin to sob.

“What is it-” immediately goes to run forwards, but then he clicks when he noticed the bloodied man below you. Your hands are covered in crimson, trembling and it’s smeared all over your uniform.

Realises pretty quick what’s happened.

“I couldn’t save him, Joe.” You wept. “Nobody came to help.”

Understandably Joes first reaction is to throw a fit that nobody else was here to help you- but then he takes in your broken expression once more and remembers where they were. Things like this just happened out here.

“Okay, baby.” He’d sooth, approaching you as carefully as possible. He’d take your hands in his and meet your gaze. “Let me help you.”

You can’t tell me that he wouldn’t be the biggest sweetheart ever?

He’d wash your hands for you, rubbing his thumb gently over each patch of skin, then he’d get help from another medic, a little pissed that nobody came to help. After that he’d tell whoever’s in charge you’re done off shift and take you back to your room (screw fraternisation rules, Joe doesn’t follow them, not when it comes to you).

He’d pretty soon find out that the guy on the table had a burst artery, whilst he’s undressing you from your stained uniform, he’d tut to himself gently.

“Somethin’ like that happens n’ they’re gone. There wasn’t anything you coulda’ done.”

“No but- I could’ve tried! If somebody helped then I could’ve done it! We’re not in Bastogne anymore I should’ve been able to help!”

“Y/n, you know you can’t think like that.”

Wouldn’t allow it for a second that you blamed yourself, it physically pains him that you’re sobbing and shaking, Joe holds you close and just lets you get it all out, feeling pretty revengeful for whoever left you alone that night.

“It’s all my fault, Joe…”

“No… no, sweetheart. C’mere, the guy was a dead man the second he got hit..”

The best with comforting you with words, if he needs to be a little harsh to get it through to you that it’s not your fault he will- but he won’t allow it for a second that you take any form of blame for this.

It hurts him to know it’s hurting you.

[lalunanymph]

okay p!ss kink...hear me out - rin 1000% because imagine his drooling habit combined with his cvm AND p!ss all over you, just all of him inside and drenching you all over. i just. rin. spit. cvm. p!ss. just his or yours, or both mixing together in a mess. i also headcanon he releases hands-free on the instance that you accidentally pee a little when he eats you out - eye-rolling euphoria

god just messy sex with rin where he's wrecking you real good and you give him a surprise he can't forget 𖦹 ´ ᯅ ` 𖦹

tw. spit kink, sq*irting, p!ss kink, oral s[e]x, unprotected s[e]x, daddy kink, dirty talk, boyfriend!rin, hints of overstimulation, c*m eating, rin is a messy boy

the scent of musk fills the air, and the heat of two bodies writhing in ecstasy paints the room with shades of breathy moans and groans.

loud squelches fill the space, masking any semblance of modesty between you and rin. the feel of his thick girth splits you in two, and if you tense a single muscle, you were sure you would break.

his eyes have a faraway look though they're locked intensely onto yours. it feels like he could unearth the dirtiest parts of your soul with a single stare; burn you inside and out with the force of his desire.

"rin," you mewl, your head lolling back, hair bleeding into the pillows. "feels s'good. you feel—mhm—so good..." your whines touch his ears, and he grunts.

"yeah? s'all for you, baby."

your boyfriend is not a man of many words, but the way how he hitches your thighs higher up his waist speaks volumes of his desire for you.

a desire to devour every single inch of you.

you see it during days when you're curled up in his arms, watching a horror movie. or when you sit in his car, pretty dress riding up your thighs. he looks like he could swallow you whole, and if you observe closely, you could almost imagine the trickle of drool that slips past his lips whenever his eyes cloud over with the obscene thoughts he has of you.

but, rin holds back with you. his words, his actions. he doesn't want to scare you with the monster churning under his skin.

truth be told, he didn't scare you. you've grown to love every single part of him; the dark and the light. you want rin in his entirety. so, you decide to goad the horrors within him to ravish you.

parting your mouth, you pant out, "rin-rin... spit in my mouth—please." his thrusts slow, the furrow in his brow pronounced.

"w-what?"

you keen and lock your eyes with him, begging with your desperate gaze. "wanna feel it." you zero in on the line of drool making its way down his parted lips. he was so messy in the best of ways. "spit in my mouth... please."

he groans, low and lustful. the sound comes from the depths of his chest, where his heart clangs and tremours just for you.

his rough fingers grab a hold of your chin, and he tilts your head up, teal eyes searing through your soul. you hold his gaze, eager and waiting. his thumb pries your mouth further apart, and you feel the steel rod of his cock throb painfully within your walls.

rin's throat moves, and he hums lowly, pursing his lips. silvery and thin, his spit trickles from his plush, swollen lips and in a single, viscous line. it lands on the tip of your tongue, and your eyes roll back into your head when the first strands of his flavor coat your tastebuds. every pore was saturated with him, and you swallow eagerly, parting your mouth for more.

he grunts and picks up his pace, the furrow in his brow deepening, his mouth falling slack. more drool pools from the open cavity, and you wait with your own mouth open, catching the strands as they fall with your eager tongue.

the sounds of your sexes sloppily meeting in the room were enough to sear you through with embarrassment, but all you felt was a sense of it being so right.

rin's taste was heavy in your own mouth, and you were shamelessly lapping at his chin, your hands clawing on his shoulders. he shudders when you rake your nails down his milky skin, leaving red lines in the wake. god, he was embarrassingly close.

ripping himself from your swollen walls, your indignant cry was smothered when he positioned himself in between your thighs. rin eyed your flushed folds and soaked hole, groaning in appreciation when your pretty little nub twitched so perfectly for him. like she knows exactly who treats her so goddamn well.

his mouth was a welcome warmth on your clit, and he suckles desperately as if he were trying to coax more pleasure out from your already wrecked body.

your high-pitch moans and shaking limbs entrances him, and rin tunes himself to your lust when you twine your fingers in his hair, smushing his face closer to your divine cunt.

his tongue runs hotly in between your folds, tasting you, plunging deep into your walls, and fucking you over and over again until you can't help but scream his name. his large palms hold you wide open, grabbing at your asscheeks and kneading the flesh obscenely.

"rin! mhm-mhmmmm..." your glossy hiccups graze his ears. "g-god, no—" you start to buckle and twitch. "r-rin! let up, please! i n-need to, fuck—" you flush, hiding your face behind your palms. the pressure in your bladder was too much, too soon. you were close to exploding.

"mhm-what?" he mumbles, nuzzling your clit with his pursed lips. "what do you need, baby?"

the forbidden feeling was welling up in you, holding you hostage. it felt too damn good to ignore.

"a-ah—pee!" you managed to choke out when he started to tongue-fuck you again. "rin lemme go to the toilet—ah!" he sucked your clit hard, and if it were any harder, it would leave a hickey behind. "rinnnn."

your sobs fuel him to be meaner, and he breathes out a chuckle when your thighs clamp around his head. his chin is wet with a combination of his own spit and your slick; his heavy cock drags against the thin bedsheets, finding any friction he could get.

fuck, you were immaculate for him. itoshi rin was so fucking in love with you.

he should've known he was playing with fire. or, in this case, goading the waves.

one: you were always truthful with him. you tell him things others don't dare, just to keep things honest between you both.

two: he should believe you when you tell him these things because...

three: you squirt all into his mouth and over his face.

"rinnnnn!" your squeal is loud in the bedroom, tinier fists clenching hard on the white duvet. "i c-can't—ahh!"

there was a secret fourth reason which dragged him deeper into dark waters—itoshi rin was completely, utterly, and stupidly more in love with you now that you had soaked him from head to chest.

he laps at your slick sliding down his cheek, and groans at the flavor of you. sweet, tangy, musky—god he could drink you for days. he ignores your cries and flinches to dive back in between your thighs, drinking from the source itself. his cheeks burn, the humiliation snaking through him like a poisonous snake.

it should burn. it should make him feel degraded.

but, all your little show does is make him almost spill himself onto the sheets like he was damn a virgin all over again.

he manages to sit up, frantically fisting his cock, the loud slick sounds burning his ears. you aren't faring any better; your mouth was parted wide open, hips circling, hungry eyes latched onto the angry red tip of his weeping dick.

"fuck, baby, fuck," he curses. "g'na cum, baby. g'na—"

pretty, manicured fingers take over his primal pumping, dragging your soft palm from base to tip till his abs constricted and his breathing turned shallow.

"on me," you whimper, doe-eyes wide and begging for more of his ruination. "cum on me, rin-rin. make me so messy, daddy."

his favorite word coming from your mouth is enough to undo him.

rin pushes his too-long bangs out of his face, giving you a full view of his expression crumbling into white-hot pleasure.

stringy, hot ropes decorate your belly and chest, some of it flecking onto your chin. he watches, mesmerized and with a sort of desperation that makes him look almost unhinged, as you gather his cum with two shaky fingers and stick them into your mouth.

you give him a desperate look, one that shocks his cock back to life.

"more," you whimper, pumping him harder past the brink of stimulation. "give me more, daddy. give me all of you"

it's implicit—the silent plea that has his head spinning. the sheets aren't lined properly, and it's borderline degrading what he wants to do to you next. every fiber of his body fights against it.

no self-respecting man would do this to the woman he loves.

but, god, were you making it so hard for him.

your pretty nails rake over his balls, pressing right above his pelvis. over his bladder.

"please," you mumble wetly, licking your lips. "let me have it."

he decides to just delve off into the deep end.

rin's white knuckles fist the headboard and his entire body clenches. you speed up your movements around his swelling cock.

this time, instead of cum, a light stream of piss flows out, painting your chest and tits wetly. you cry out, half-ecstatic, half in surprise, and rin catches your hips undulating.

did you just... did you just experience a mini orgasm from him pissing on you...?

"oh god," you cry out feverishly, using one hand to smear his wetness all over your slick skin, mixing it with his cum. "i love you, daddy, i love you!"

"fuck." he descends onto you with a bone-deep hunger, lapping at your mouth, running his tongue over your teeth and gums to taste himself off you.

his aching hands run over your tacky skin, feeling the mess he left behind. the sheets are beyond ruined, and he's soaked with your slickness and sweat.

you part your mouth wider and let him—drinking his every obscene moan and desperate open-mouthed kiss.

the hot press of his body on yours is intoxicating. so is the sticky slip of his skin against your own.

sweat, slick, cum, piss, and spit smears between your writhing bodies and you turn your hazy eyes to the ceiling, exhaling a dazed chuckle when he starts to grind his half-hard dick against your twitching pussy again.

it seems like your boyfriend was not done with you yet.

a/n: biting through a wire rn thanks nonnie for this delicious thot. feedback and rbs are highly appreciated !!

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[minniesmutt]

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     Walking up to the apartment was a bit nerve-wracking. The last time Seungmin saw Y/n, she was drunk and texting him without knowing it was him. They talked things out over text but he was still nervous. Even more so when he knocked on the door. Pacing for a few times before the door opened. The two looked at each other for a moment before Y/n let him in.

     Once the door closed, that anxiety died down a bit, only when they sat down and started watching Marvel movies, joking around, laughing at the superheroes while enjoying dinner. Y/n paused their current movie, just as it started.

     “Why?” Seungmin asked.

     “Am I not allowed to clean up my home?” She asked him as she got up to clean her coffee table.

     “Do that later,” Seungmin whined as she walked into the kitchen with the empty take-out boxes and utensils.

     “Too bad,” Y/n called

     Seungmin followed her into the kitchen to at least help her clean up. “You can just sit on my couch you know. I’ll be back in a minute.”

     “Let me help.”

     “You bought dinner, that’s help enough.”

     Y/n turned around to him. Seungmin wrapped his arms around her waist. Y/n smiled as he pulled her close to him, laying her arms on his shoulders. Fingers reaching up to play with the hair on the back of his head.

     “I really am sorry for being a dick to you,” his voice was low when he spoke.

     “I like dick so its fine,” Y/n joked, which did make him laugh.

     “This is what I have now, huh?”

     “Yep,” Y/n smiled

     The two headed back to the sofa to finish their movie. It ended up with Y/n laying on her back and Seungmin on top of her as Homecoming played on the screen. Y/n carelessly played with his hair as he looked up at her. 

     “Can I kiss you?” Seungmin asked, making her look down at him. 

     “Yeah,” Y/n answered

     Seungmin scooted up a bit, slowly placing his lips on hers. Both smiled as their lips moved in sync before Seungmin pulled away. A quick kiss that made him want more.

     Diving back in with more vigor, his hands moving to grip her hips tightly as she held him close. Lips pressed roughly pressed against each other. Nights where they stayed up together talking about what they’d do when they met. Every time they tried something came up. The last thing they thought would happen was Y/n drunk texting him and accidentally exposing things and Seungmin putting the pieces together. 

     Seungmin moved his lips down to her jaw and neck. Leaving wet kisses down the column of her neck before he pulled back. Resting his head on her chest. 

     “Alright, bub?” Y/n asked

     “Don't give me cute nicknames,” Seungmin groaned as he moved his arms to wrap around her and hold her close. He didn't sound upset about it 

     “Why? Blushing?” Y/n giggled. He could hide his face but the tips of his ears and the shift of his hips told her a few things. 

     “What’s wrong?” she asked, massaging his scalp again 

     “Trying not to fuck you on the first date.” His answer was mumbled but she still heard him. 

     It also made her blush. She’d been well aware of his sexual side for months. Having sexted him for a while too. She’d known him to be more sarcastic and odd in class so this gentleman’s side of him had her blushing. 

     “How come you never show this gentleman’s side any other time?” Y/n asked

     “Don’t know what you mean,” Seungmin sighed

     “I don’t know. You’re holding back when last week you were telling me how you can’t wait to fuck me into a mattress till I was your brain-dead puppy.”

     “Maybe don’t tweet how you wanna be someone's brain-dead puppy,” Seungmin finally looked up at her again

     “Where else am I supposed to be horny? My main account?” 

     “Want everyone at school to know your secret a slut?” he smiled as he kissed her collarbone

     “Don’t be mean to me. I’ll cum.” 

     “You like when I'm mean,” he chuckled against her neck

     “I do,” Y/n chuckled before be brought his lips back up to hers

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[hymnalbedo]

Cuddling with genshin impact boys in a cold night *ੈ✩‧₊˚ღ

Hello! it's my first time making a blog so please tell me if i missed something.Probably will make a part 2 i use the color red twice for Diluc and Kazuha and sfw ofcourse^^ Mention of:fluff,cuddling,kissing,(character's name) being clingy to the reader and pet names beloved,sweetheart,mylove etc. Ft.Albedo,Diluc,Tighnari,Childe,Kazuha,Venti,Scaramouche x gn! reader

Albedo

You haven't seen Albedo in a while since he was always on his lab working. Tonight was cold, it was freezing cold on his office. He was finishing an experiment that literally took him weeks. He was shaking because on how cold it was.

"Beloved? can i come in?" you said gently while knocking on his door. His eyes went wide in excitement. "Yes my love, come in please.." he said rushing to his chair and waiting for you to open the door. And when you did, he opens his arms as he waits for you to come and embrace him

"Aw.. my love wants some warm hugs yes?" you said before going to his arms. He kissed your forehead before speaking. "Oh my love, i missed you so much, i missed your hugs so much.." Albedo said before kissing your lips softly and gently. You kissed back and touches his cheeks that made him lean on the way you touch his cheeks.

"I bought a scarf only for you my beloved" you showed him the scarf which was in his favorite color. "Oh! you have the perfect timing!" Albedo said chuckling before letting you wrap the scarf around his neck. "Oh my! Bedo you looks so so cute!" you said that made Albedo hide his face on the crook of your neck.

"I'll help you finish this tomorrow my love." You said brushing your thumb at his cheeks. "You will do that? really?" Albedo said "Thank you so much my loveee!" Albedo said kissing your face that made you giggle. He puts his arms on your waist and his other hand grabs yours and kissed the back of it.

"It's getting pretty late my prince/ss let's go sleep yeah?" Albedo carried you and lays you in your shared-room he turns off the light before laying beside you. "Goodnight my pretty baby. I'll be here when you wake up." he kissed your forehead,cheeks and your lips before keeping you safe on his chest.

Diluc

He was walking home after he visits the Dawn Winery. He didn't knew it will be cold tonight and he didn't bring a jacket. "Ooh.. it's cold tonight.." he said bringing his hands on his sides. While you, you were waiting for Diluc at the door since you knew he didn't bring a jacket.

You saw him and he was a little bit far but you didn't care. You removed your jacket and runs to him. "Luc, here have my jacket oh.. my poor 'Luc.." you said worried as you wrapped the jacket around him before hugging him. He quickly hugs you back "I missed you love.. I'm sorry i've been away for days.." he said almost crying that made you laugh.

"Oh.. my poor baby, don't cry it's okay. Come here we will go home and i'll cuddle you, and i'll make us a tea you like that?" you ask while holding his hands. You don't really care on how cold his hands was you just want him to be warm. "You're so warm my love.." Diluc said nuzzling on your neck while you two walk.

"We're here 'Luc you can go inside i'll make us tea and i'll warm you up" You said before kissing his cheeks. After you make some tea, you sits beside him before letting him on your chest. "Mmm.. so soft and warm.." DIluc said that made you chuckle. He takes a sip on the tea you made before going back to your chest before falling into a deep slumber. You slowly kissed his forehead and joined his slumber.

Tighnari 

It was a cold and silent night. Tighnari was tired as a forest watcher, it was tiring from him. Tighnari was walking to your place but even though he wore a Jacket, it was still cold. He saw you from afar and immediately hugs you "I missed you my baby.. Please warm me up, i wanna be cozy.." Tighnari said while hugging you as his ears perked up. You giggled and touch and scratch his ears.

He got excited and kissed your cheeks. "Come with me Nari, let's go warm you up and cuddle" you said leading him to your place while holding his hands. The both of you sat down on your small couch that Tighnari loves to sit on. You light up the small bonfire in the middle and sat beside Tighnari.

"You know my love, you look beautiful tonight no, everynight. You look beautiful everynight" Tighnari said kissing your lips. After kissing you, he lays on your chest and slowly puts his arms on your waist. He kissed your forehead softly and smiles.

"My Nari, are you cozy now?" you asks holding his hands "Oh yes my love, i'm getting cozy here beside you" He said nuzzling on the crook of his neck. You scratch his ears slowly and gently to not startle him as he gradually fell asleep.

Childe

He came home running towards you and when he did, he was full of cuts and bruises that startles you. "O-oh my ginger boy, what's wrong?" you asks confused while running your fingers on his hair. "I missed you so much, and it's cold outside.." he said while burrying his head on your neck.

"Is that so my dear? let me clean your wounds and we can cuddle is it okay for you my love?" you said caressing his cheeks. "Oh yes as long as you give me a kiss first." Childe says pointing on his lips. You giggle and slowly kissed his lips.

"Mhm.. so soft and delicious.." he mumbles between the kiss. He pull back and let you clean his wounds. He was looking at you while you clean his wounds which made you flustered.

"Childe, please stop staring i can't focus.." you said hiding your tomato-like face that made the ginger boy chuckles. "Oh why not enjoy your beauty my love? you are so beautiful i can stare at you for hours." Childe said kissing your forehead.

"And, we're done. We can cuddle now!" you said opening your arms. Childe jumped on your arms and kissed your neck "I missed you, i missed you, i missed you.." Childe repeats the same words over and over while kissing you.

"I'm sure you are tired, sleep now with me my love." you said as Childe nods his head. You caress his cheeks before giving him one last kiss on the cheeks before falling asleep.

Kaedehara Kazuha

He watches the moon while he endures the cold wind that hits his body. He was thinking about how lucky he was finding someone like you as you brought joy to Kazuha's life and he is grateful to have met someone like you. A smile slowly went visible on his lips.

"Hello Zuhaaa!" you said smiling before sitting down beside him. "Oh hello there, cutie pie. How are you darling?" he said smiling as you lay down on his chest. "I'm doing good, how are you?" you reply as he kissed your forehead.

"I'm fine, but my day got better when I saw you under the moonlight, my love." he said smiling at you. "Aw really? i love you Kazuha, so so much.." you said before leaning in to kiss his lips.

He slowly kissed back and pulls away. "Your lips are so soft love.." Kazuha said before poking and squeezing your cheeks. "Ihhh! your cheeks are so soft.." Kazuha said kissing, Squeezing and poking your soft cheeks.

You let him do whatever he wants on your cheeks since you love him so much you are willing to do anything or everything for him. "Can i lay on your chest my love..?" you asks smiling which Kazuha can't and won't deny. "Ofcourse my sweet baby, how can i deny that cute face of you hm?" He kissed your forehead and laid down on the cold green grass while you were on his chest.

He puts an arm on his head to make it a pillow while looking at you. "You look so sweet, look at you all cute just for me.." Kazuha said smiling at you. "Do you wanna cuddle while watching the moon?" you asks nuzzling on the crook of his neck as he nods.

He was about to speak when he saw you asleep on his chest. "Aw.. my baby.. Your Zuha is always here for you my love, sleep well." He kissed your cheeks and lips slowly and gently to not disturb you before drifting to a deep slumber.

Venti

You were waiting for Venti to come home and was a little worried because it's late in the midnight and it was cold. The door slowly creaked and Venti came inside.

"Hello windblume! how are you?" Venti said hugging you and kissing your forehead. "I'm doing good, how are you darling?" you said still clinging at him. He didn't answers and carried you in a bridal-style. He stares at you,smiles before kissing your lips.

He gently puts you on the bed and hugs you. "I won't plan on letting go windblume, sorry." Venti said nuzzling on your chest. "Oh really? i don't mind my love." you said giggling before running your fingers on his back.

He looked at you before kissing your lips. the remaining taste of the dandelion wine that Venti drank, you could taste it while you both are kissing softly. Venti pulls back and smiles. "Your lips tastes so delicious.." Venti said touching your lips with his thumb.

"Do you want to rest my love?" Venti said while hugging you gently. He lays on top of you and starts kissing your neck, "Mhm.. yum" Venti said chuckling while he lays on top of you and nuzzles his face on the crook of your neck.

He kissed your forehead and smiles "My love, do you want to sleep now?" he asks and chuckles softly as you nod your head. He position himself on top of you and nuzzles on the crook of your neck before kissing it.

Scaramouche

It was freezing cold outside and the only warm place Scaramouche know is your place. He loves the smell of your small house, and the way you smiles when he response with an annoyed tone. He doesn't want to admit that he enjoys your warm hugs.

You were reading a book on the couch while your scented candle is lit when you heared someone knocking at your door. You quickly puts the book down and opens the door to see Scaramouche.

"Oh Scaramouche? what are you doing here-" you were cutted off when he suddenly hugs you. "Don't speak, warm me up please." he said closing the door before throwing your body and the couch and climbing on top of you.

He nuzzles his face on your neck and kissed it. "Mine,mine." Scaramouche said while kissing your neck. His eyes were closed as he hums. He grabbed your arms and puts it on his back before kissing your lips.

"Let us sleep now, Scara." you said kissing his forehead. "Okay." he said before kissing your lips. "Your lips are so soft and warm." he said before nuzzling on the crook of your neck. He slowly snakes his arms on your waist before pulling you closer to him.

"You are only mine,mine got it?" he said while looking at you. A grin slowly appears on his lips and when you nods. "I'm so sleepy, let us sleep yeah?" you said before planting a soft kiss on Scara's forehead as you both fall in a deep slumber.

YAY IT'S FINALLY DONEE!! it took me almost 7 days to finish this :( but it's okay as long as you guys enjoy it!

[discodreaming]

characters: gladiolus amicita x reader

general warnings: none, it's fluff and kind of nsfw some parts. headcanon based mostly

You’d always known Gladio was a hopeless but passionate romantic; he always showered you with his seemingly limitless love. It was new for you; your other boyfriends couldn’t live up to Gladio’s level. He’d always go beyond the bare minimum, not by a little but by a lot. And every little thing he did sent a flutter of butterflies to roam through your chest and stomach, causing you to giggle and kick your feet happily. 

Gladio loved you and wasn’t afraid to show it, whether you be in public or even in private. His hands were on your waist, on your hips or even holding your hand as you walked through the streets of Lucis. He’d always be touching some part of you, especially if you weren’t comfortable with PDA.

If you were having a bad day, he’d be there in an instant - even if he was supposed to be dealing with Noctis. But he has been warned he was only to watch over Noctis, not fully babysit him. Besides, it was his day off when he came to your apartment, using the spare key he had to come right in. He’d have everything for you too, from the snacks, favorite drinks, blankets and even getting your favorite movie ready. His arm rubbing your back as he listens to you cry and vent out your problems. And if you didn’t feel like talking? Don’t worry he’s still gonna c uddle you and wait for you to talk as you two simply sit there together.

Even if Gladio is having a bad day, he does have somewhat of a habit of not wanting to talk about things. Especially since he was the one to take up the family mantle of the shield for the crown. But with gentle hands on his arm, his face and a little kiss he can find himself fully relaxing into your arms as he tells you what’s happened, his body falling lax as he lays his head on your stomach. 

Noctis and Prompto are most def jealous of Gladio being able to pick someone like you up so easily. Gladio having to listen to the way they rant. “One day you two will find someone.” he would always say as he sends a text to you, asking how you would like to go on a date that night. 

I wanna tell you how much he worships the ground you walk on, calling you his little prince(ss) sometimes. Or even his flower. My god this man if you were to marry him he’d go way above and beyond, even more so for you. 

Some angst: He’s always worried over you, protective over you especially when the fall happened. To which he does end up double texting you or he’ll go radio silent due to the issues happening. He always makes sure to reassure you everything will be okay, everything is alright, that you guys will get through this together. 

And Gladio is a family man, he’s very protective of those he does consider family. So he would be all for marriage, and having kids with you. And i’m not talking about just one or two, he would want a lot of them. But he’d be fine with one or two if that’s what you want. 

GIRL DAD CODED HE IS T H E GIRLDAD

He is WHIPPED FOR YOU. absolutely whipped, he has you as his background, especially with a cute picture of you two together. 

NSFW DOWN BELOW

Breeding kink.  Even if the two of you aren’t trying for a child, he’s very much still wanting to try and breed you, fill you up with everything that is him. So this could also count as a possessive kink too. 

He rarely ever fucks, he’s more of a passionate and love-making type of man. But if you do ask him nicely he is willing to be rough though.

He gets off to you being smaller than him ( which isn’t hard, man is 6’6. ) but only because he can see the bulge in your stomach and he likes pressing down onto it because of all your little reactions to it. 

Now for the rougher kinks? He likes to overstimulate you, likes to make sure you’re feeling good and that does mean he is giving you the upmost pleasure and won’t stop until he thinks you have had enough or you say a safe word. 

He’ll fuck you in the truck but as a treat and if you two are just too needy to help yourselves, but that’s mostly reserved for the special date nights in the back of his truck, especially picnics. 

Although he prefers slow love making, if you two need it he will go for a quickie and sometimes if you’re begging hard enough for it he will pound you and make sure you can feel it for days. 

[viktheviking1]

"Husky!!!!!!" Angel shouted as he stormed into the lobby of the hotel.

Spitting his drink in surprise, Husk wiped his mouth and turned around to see an angry spider marching towards him, a little piglet trotting just behind. Husk had been guzzling down more alcohol, sitting on a couch as he read a newspaper, a part of his routine in life that he had kept doing now that he was in hell, but the quiet was broken and his paper was drenched.

"The f**k do you want? I swear, I can't do anything in peace with you around." He grumbled back as he put the sopping wet mess on the coffee table.

Angel ignored the jab and shoved something colorful in the cat's face, "The f**k is this?"

It took a moment to register in Husk's brain what Angel was holding, ". . . It's a pan pride flag?"

"So, you do know what it is! I was half-hoping maybe you were just so old timey that you had it not knowing what it meant." Angel said in a strangely accusatory tone.

"Wait, did you get this from my room? What the hell were you doing in there?" Husk snatched the flag from his hands.

"Don't change the subject! Are you pansexual or aintcha?" Angel crossed one set of arms, and placed one hand on his hip as he dramatically pointed at him with the other.

Husk blushed a little; his sexuality wasn't exactly something he went around shouting to the world. He hadn't been in a relationship for a long time and he wasn't planning on entering one any time soon, so it really was no one's business. Honestly, he forgot he even had the flag. It was just something marked down in July, after pride month had passed, and he grabbed it as just a little something for himself. He was the only one he planned to let see it, just as a reminder that he was okay to be whoever he was and like whomever he wanted; something he was never allowed in life.

" . . . I don't gotta answer that. What's it to ya anyway? I didn't exactly take you to be a 'super straight'?" He mumbled as he used air quotes.

"That's exactly the problem!!!" Angel slumped over exasperated.

Husk didn't really get it, but he was absolutely done with whatever it was, so he stood up and jabbed a finger at the spider, "Look, I don't know what the f**k you're freaking out about Legs, it's got nothin' to do with you!"

Angel shifted his weight where he stood, "Well, you're right but I still wanna know!"

"Why the hell does it matter to you?" Husk stood up, glaring.

"I-I'm just curious is all. . ." Angel blushed a bit.

"Yeah, well, you can shove your curiosity up your *ss." He pushed.

"Why, you don't trust me or somethin?" Angel stood his ground.

"No, why the f**k would I?!" Husk raised his voice.

"Hey, what is your problem?!" Angel raised his back.

"I don't need to be judged by a drug addict pole dancer." He shoved.

"Oh wow, real mature. I'll have you know that pole dancing is an under-appreciated art." Angel defended.

"Well, I'm sure it's very appreciated by those freaks out there who drool all over you." He rolled his eyes.

"All this over a little flag and a simple yes or no question. Acting out like a scared little boy." Angel leaned down to glare at back at him.

Husk expected Angel to be happy. He expected a smug look on his face and maybe a 'see was that so hard?'. And Angel was happy for a moment, but then he looked sad. Then his face soured, and suddenly he was angry again all over again.

"Fine! I'm pan! I'm pansexual! I hate the stupid gender binary and I like people based on their personality. Ya happy now?!" He shouted.

"YOU MEAN I HAD A CHANCE THIS WHOLE TIME?!?!?!" Angel looked actually furious now.

". . . The f**k. . .?" Husk was very, very confused.

Angel took a few steps towards him and he took a couple steps back, "You mean to tell me that I've been throwing myself at you, half-jokingly, for so long . . ."

"Half-?" Husk started.

"I've teased you, I've pranked you, and strutted around you like a fool . . ." Angel pushed him down onto the couch, and blocked him in with all his arms, "And you weren't f**king straight?!?!"

". . . Look, I don't know what you're getting at, but-" Husk started.

"And you've just stared at me, like unflinching! So I figured, 'aw well, guess he's straight, may as well flirt with him, and see if I can't make him uncomfortable'. I've straight up told you how I pride myself on having great f**king gaydar! But then I get it wrong with you of all people?!" Angel turned around, covering his face with his top arms, "Do you know how embarrassing this is for me?!"

Angel was still covering his face, honestly unsure of what he had said in all of his rambling. He just wanted to crawl into his bed and die. Gentle hands curled around his wrists, and he didn't resist as they pulled his hands from his face.

Husk sat with his jaw agape for a moment, processing. He sighed, grabbing one of Angel's lower arms,"Sit your tall *ss down." and pulled him onto the couch, turning in his seat to face him.

" . . . Angel, would you open your eyes please?" Husk's voice was a quiet, sarcastic, but soothing tone.

"No, I feel humiliated enough. I don't need you to mock me right now." Angel said, covering his face again.

Husk chuckled and moved Angel's hands away again, "I'm not going to mock you, Legs."

"You're not going to wear your dumb, smug face, and tell me how you, a person who is attracted to people based on personality, could never like me, a self-absorbed idiot?" Angel rambled.

Husk snickered, "No, never that. Come on, Legs. Please?"

Angel slowly opened his eyes to see a warmest smile from Hell's grumpiest cat, "See? There you are."

Angel blushed and looked away, but Husk turned his chin back to him, "You think you can say all that and not face the consequences."

"C-consequences?" Angel stammered, blushing harder.

Husk blushed, "I mean, we have drinks together all the time, so I guess that's kind of stupid, but uh-"

Husk leaned back and sighed, scratching the back of his head, "Listen, I haven't - . . . I mean I don't- . . . Well, you know how- . . ." He sighed again, "I'm not very good at telling people how I feel, but uh. . . If you wanted to ever . . . We could have a drink sometime . . .?"

He was suddenly clobbered by a massive spider and fell backwards, "Yes! Yes, of course! That sounds great!"

They both laughed there for a moment, Angel on top of him, "What a f**kin' dumb*ss way to figure out we were crushin' on each other, huh?"

Husk chuckled at that, "I feel like it's mostly my fault. You were flirting with me constantly."

"Wellllll, I will admit I do flirt with lots of men. I guess," Angel sighed into his fur, "I just really meant it with you."

Again, they giggled together like little middle school lovers; giddy and drunk on reciprocated feelings, high on finally being understood.

Husk smiled as his face flushed, "Aren't we a pair?"

Angel started to get up when he realized that he was currently on top of a man who just asked him out.

He grinned a mischievous grin, "You know~" he held himself up with his lower hands adjusted his hair and loosened Husk's tie with the others, "We could-"

"Absolutely not." Husk said flatly.

Angel sat up, letting Husk do the same, but still pouted, "But why not? We like each other and . . ." He leaned in, resting his hands on Husk's legs, "I'm sure you're dying to know what you've been missing out on."

Husk was still just staring blankly, but now Angel started noticing things he hadn't noticed before, because he was so sure it was impossible. The slight flush of his cheeks, the dry swallow of his throat, the sweatiness of his palms as he gently pushed Angel away from him.

"I may be pan, but I'm still old fashioned." Husk stood up, picking up his wet newspaper to throw away, "Another time, babe."

Angel watched him leave, and it wasn't until he was sure he was fully out of range that he whispered to nugs, "Did he just say, another time? Did he just call me 'babe'?!"

Nifty would had run over and scolded him for it, but she was still kneeling behind the couch with her broom and dustpan frozen in place as she had been the entire time, accidentally stuck there eavesdropping.

Husk, once he was sure he was out of ear shot, grumbled to himself, "Babe. Babe?! Could I have said anything more lame?" He kicked over a trash bin.

Thanks for reading some HuskerDust. Sorry, it was self-edited / self-betad. If it's bad, you can blame that, or that I'm not used to writing these characters, or that I'm publishing it from my phone, or that the stars weren't aligned or whatever. Thanks for always supporting me and my writing!

". . .The f**k was that?"

[mommopurinn]

"The red of setting sun", Akira x Shoutarou SS

“I feel like the time has stopped. Like I’ll always be here with you, never ageing.”

“......”

“So I don’t mind if this sunset continues forever.”

“I wouldn’t mind it either. It’d be nice if the time has really stopped.”

Railway crossings with the lowered gates, the backs of tired people, the persimmon trees in someone’s garden were all passing by the train window, basking in the orange light.

I was looking at it standing by the door. Autumn was slowly taking its toll; it made me feel strangely relieved, and I let out a quiet sigh.

    

Akira-kun was standing right next to the Soshigaya station ticket gate.

His hair was even more ruffled than usual, and he was wearing round glasses, which didn’t suit him at all.

According to his words, all influential mangakas wore glasses, so he felt more motivated when wearing them.

This all meant that he had a deadline coming.

Of course, these glasses were fake and didn’t have lenses in them.

He pulled his hands out of the haramaki and opened them towards me.

“Welcome back, Shou-chan~!”

…But why did he sound like he was on the verge of tears?

When I slowly approached him, he hugged me tightly and started patting my head and shoulders.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“I came to pick you up!”

“Aren’t you busy drawing your manga?”

“I was so worried about you, I couldn’t do anything else…”

“You’re too anxious. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Nothing to be scared about.”

“That’s good to hear.”

But even when Akira-kun finished checking if I was okay, he still looked upset.

If I smile at him, he'll smile back.

With a forced and bitter smile, as radiant as the setting sun.

“Let’s go home together.”

We walked at a distance too small for friends, too big for lovers, but just enough for a family.

     

Actually, the world has been coloured by the sunset for two days already.

For some reason, the night hadn’t come after the evening yesterday, and, of course, without the night, the morning didn’t come either.

The hands of the clocks struck 12 or 7, but the landscape remained just as it was at sunset.

     

When I say ‘world’, I mean just the small place where I live. But for everyone else, it only happened in the Setagaya district.

“Can we stop by the greengrocer shop?”

“Sure. What d’you wanna buy?”

“I thought that yesterday’s curry would taste better with eggplants.”

“Shou-chan, you’re a genius.”

I didn’t understand why the sun wasn’t setting or why we were led to think so.

Strange events like this happened quite often and usually resolved by themselves without any explanation.

And that’s why people on the streets seemed to continue living by the clock with the usual expressions on their faces.

It was half past seven.

Hearing the trumpet of the ramen shop made me feel strange.

As if I were dozing off, and everything surrounding me has been a dream.

“I heard that nights when the sun doesn’t set are called white nights. Seems like they happen often near the South Pole.”

We bought a big autumn eggplant and were heading home when I started telling Akira-kun what I learnt today.

“They said so on the radio in the cafeteria where I went for lunch.”

“Nah, no way we’re gettin’ those in Tokyo.”

He hunched over more than usual, his chin dropped, and walked a bit uncomfortably.

He was the only one in the town who seemed to be nervous.

“It’s too creepy that the sun’s not goin’ down…”

“If you leave Setagaya and go to Shinjuku or Machida, the sky will go back to normal. And when you return to Setagaya, it’ll be sunset again.”

“It makes no sense, really~...”

“What if we’re seeing a rare natural occurrence now?”

“No way it’s natural…”

Not holding any worries like Akira-kun, I blinked slowly, looking at the strange sunset.

He became even more anxious, seeing how low my sense of danger was.

“Well, at least it’s not that troublesome that the night doesn’t come. You can just wrap yourself in the futon when sleeping, and the sun won’t bother you. And it feels good to wake up when it’s bright outside.”

“You’re too quick to adapt…”

“Do you really hate it that much?”

“‘Course I do… Night’s good because it’s night; mornin’s good because it’s mornin’.”

“And what’s good about the night?”

“At this season, the bell crickets are creaking. And the moon looks pretty. Yesterday, we couldn’t see it at all because of this sunset.”

“...”

“Sunset’s also good, but I don’t wanna miss other beautiful things ‘cause of it.”

“You sound just like a writer today.”

“Mangakas are writers too, y’know?! Our sensitivity is what sells our works!”

After that, Akira-kun scowled at the sunset.

But I still couldn’t see it as anything but dazzling and beautiful.

“Akira-kun, do you ever feel suffocated when looking at the setting sun? Sometimes I get scared by it. …But not today.”

“?”

“I finally understood why my chest hurts so much at sunset. The sinking sun and the day ending turn into loneliness, sorrow, and sentimentality, and it makes me feel miserable.”

But now I’m calm.

The never-ending sunset made me feel safe.

“I feel like the time has stopped. Like I’ll always be here with you, never ageing.”

“......”

“So I don’t mind if this sunset continues forever.”

“I wouldn’t mind it either. It’d be nice if the time has really stopped.”

“......”

“But it’s not like that, right? I still have my deadline tomorrow, and the trains still run on time.”

…He’s right.

I flipped the calendar, and the curry I ate in the morning tasted better than yesterday, having sat overnight.

“It’s boring to see the same scenery every day. I hope everything comes back to normal soon, so I can see different landscapes with you~”

“Akira-kun……”

“Even when the night comes and the morning comes after that, we’ll always be together. And, ‘course, even when we become old geezers.”

Akira-kun held my right hand.

His hand was hot after being warmed in the haramaki.

And his smile was soft—not bitter at all.

I thought that his vermilion-coloured cheeks were way more beautiful than the sunset.

Suddenly, the feeling of anxiety overcame me, and I dropped my head.

“...Usually things like this end quickly. Why does this one go on for two days already?”

“Well, maybe the guy who usually deals with all this got into some trouble?”

“That would be bad…”

“Or maybe they’re daydreaming like you just now.

“......”

“But they better come to their senses soon and do something about it!”

He raised his eyebrows and showed me a thin and comical smile, fitting for someone playing a supporting role.

I couldn’t help but smile in return.

“How’s your audition today?”

“Horrible.”

“Thought so. So I bought you a ‘get-better-pudding’.”

“I’m glad. Genuinely.”

“And if it went well, it would be a ‘celebration pudding’.”

“How convenient.”

“I also got a 'request pudding’... Can you help me put on solid colours when we get home…?”

“I’d do that even without the pudding.”

When we got closer to our house, the sun suddenly went down.

First Venus twinkled in the sky, then the bell crickets started creaking.

Curry was even better than in the morning; just as I thought, the sweetness of the roasted eggplant made the taste stand out.

Nothing happened—nothing at all. Just another day went down as usual.

     

Please, tell me if there are any mistakes or places that sound weird

[writeyouin]

How would the TFA autobots react to an Harley Quinn like character? Think about it! It would be so funny! They have deal with human villains before but never deal with an crazy and bad@ss girl before! Also she kidnapped Sari (for whatever reasons) and was broke up with an ex-boyfriend (can be either headcanons or scenario)

Transformers Animated / Reader Headcanons - Crazy Like Quinn

Optimus Prime

What is wrong with this human? Sari, is it normal for humans to be like... this? No?

Either way, it's up to Team Prime to stop them.

Preferably before they do more damage with that hammer.

Briefly, he thinks the fight might be over after disarming you, but no... there's another weapon. A bat.

He gets rid of that and then, a bazooka. WHERE did you pull that from? Never mind, he doesn't want to know.

Just once, can't a villain like this put their talents to good? How many people could you help if you put that speed, agility, and strength to good use?

Boss-bot is so tired.

Bumblebee

When Bumblebee saw you swinging that hammer... he was a little turned on.

Then you pulled out the many other weapons in your arsenal.

"Hey, this is just like the boss fight in my game!"

He is way too excited about this.

He speeds around you, "Do you like video games too? Is that where you learned those moves?"

You - "I learned those moves from my sweet puddin'"

Bumblebee

You- You're taken. He deflates slightly until you add that you add that you do like video games.

He wants to go back and forth with some witty banter because you're so much fun to play with, but Bulkhead gets involved, trying to grab you, and tells Bee not to get distracted.

Bulkhead

"Bumblebee, we're supposed to be fighting, not making friends."

Although Bulkhead says this, he sounds unsure of himself. You seemed nice when you weren't hitting stuff.

"Hey, clown-human, can we stop fighting, please?"

You put your hand to your cheek, playing coy, then... "NO!"

Bulkhead is beside himself.

Sari told him clowns were supposed to be fun.

He hurries to grab you again and finally manages to catch you in one clawed fist.

You up-kick him in the jaw plate and he reels back.

"No fair," He groans. "Humans aren't supposed to be that strong."

Prowl

While you're pointing and laughing at Bulkhead, Prowl sneaks up behind you.

He throws one of his stars, and you barely dodge it.

"HOLY SHIT! Where the hell did you come from?!"

Prowl attacks again, without passing comment.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"

"Let's get this over with," Prowl says with a sense of finality.

Yet, through the fight, he can't help but admire your skill. In a match of 1 V 5, you're holding your own remarkably well.

He has a grudging respect for you.

Ratchet

Ratchet doesn't care much for this fight. It's a young bot's game.

At first, he was doing what he could to assist the others.

Now, he's more concerned with stopping you from hurting civilians.

"Pull it together and get this over with, Prime," He gripes at the team leader as he uses his EMP to hold up the crumbling foundations of a building, just long enough for the civilians to escape.

He's already thinking about the repairs he's going to have to give the others when this is all over.

What he would give for an apprentice doctor at times like this.

Sari

This is totally cool. You are such a badass.

She says as much, giving you pause, "You guys fight villains all the time and you think I'm cool? Aww, cute kid."

"Heck yeah! I wish I could do that."

The bots are wondering whose side Sari is on.

"You wanna see something really cool, kid?"

Sari is practically bouncing. What are you going to do next.

You flip over to her and pick her up, hauling her over your shoulder.

"Get ready to see a cool villain base, girly. It's the hottest place to hang out."

Sari knows she should be mad about be ing kidnapped, but she's sure your base will be awesome. Besides, the Autobots will probably rescue her soon.

You throw a smoke-bomb down and are gone. It's a hurried call of "Autobots, Roll Out!" and they are gone to search for you and Sari.

[lushta1es0nm3]

Victon:

When you knew you shouldn’t have started teasing

So I started emptying out my stash. Better late than never, I was going to wait but considering the situations, I said fuck it, post that shit and try not to regret anything.

Not gonna talk about the fact that I been hiding and dealing with life for the past couple months

You knew you should've stopped earlier when he told you to, but you didn’t. You pushed your luck and provoked the man, now, here you were face down ass up, in his studio room, getting fucked stupid. There was no escaping, he had your arms pinned behind your back. You shouldn’t have thought it was a good idea to twerk on him when he said he was busy. You thought it was okay to play, pushing your soft ass on this man, knowing he hadn’t touched you in a minute.

“You’re so cute when you try to run like that, next time you won’t try this.”

“Fuck babe, I love it when you make that face.”

Next time you’ll think twice about teasing him in front of the other members. The whole time you were teasing he was only smiling at you, the look in his eyes told you to quit while you’re ahead. But no, you didn’t. Now here you were riding his dick, while he sat in a chair holding you by your hips making you go faster while he watched your face frown up trying not to cum too fast. A smirk on his face the whole time, said a thousand words.

This was fun and games up until a few moments ago, you took it upon yourself to indulge in this game of cat and mouse with Chan. You knew you shouldn’t have kept running and playing after you had accidentally fallen on top of him, your boobs almost came out of your shirt. He said he wanted to quit. But no, you looked back at him with those beautiful eyes, smirked and threw him a wink, before taking off.

Now he had you in a hidden room of the company, up against a wall, with one hand over your mouth to keep you from being too loud and the other on your hip. His grip was tight as he pounded away, his hot breath fanning your ear and neck.

“What’s the matter babe, cat got your tongue?”

“That’s right babe take it, I know you can.”

His words were followed by the sound of your ass getting smacked filled the room. His grip on your hips was tight as he pummeled you from the back, while you struggled to keep quiet.

How did you end up here? You thought it’d be alright to wear a dress with nothing underneath, just to get back at this man for playing a prank on you. Good thing he saw you before anyone else, he wasted no time grabbing you and pulling into the nearest empty room. He wanted to question you but a light bulb went off in his head, so he did what he had to do and that would be how you ended up here. After much protesting you gave up but now, here you were with tears of pleasure running down your face as he broke your back in and smacked your ass.

How the fuck did you end up with this man on top of you, eating at your neck, his lip piercing grazing your skin, while he took his sweet time fucking your lights out? Oh, that’s right, you thought it was a good idea to lick his tattoos after he told you to stop multiple times. You just wanted to taste them, to see if they were as sweet as he is. But that led to you being laid across the couch spread wide open. He was fucking you painfully slow, hard and deep.

“Babe, say the magic word and I’ll let you come.” He laughed at you, who’s eyes were closed tight. He knew how you liked it and he was doing a very good job mocking you.

You let out a whimper when the tall man had finally let you breathe from the kiss that he was giving you. He had you on top of a table, with one leg on his shoulder, while he railed you into oblivion. It started off innocent and sweet but you fucked up when you thought it’d be okay to try and lay marks on this mans neck. After he told you he had a shoot coming up, given that that part of his neck is sensitive to your touch.

“Show me how much you can take, I wanna see you cum.”

“Ssssshhh, it’ll be over soon, take it for me baby…….. just a little more”

The tv was flickering, a movie playing on it while you lay on your side, he was behind you, dicking you down. You thought all you’d be doing is watching a movie and cuddling. But no, the position was compromised when you fucked up and backed that ass up on him. He was already yearning for you when he saw you in those shorts and his shirt. The ones that were currently down passed your knees.

You should’ve known better, but by then it was too late and too much. With one hand on your hip and the other around your neck. Subin was flush against your back. You bit your bottom lip, he was going balls deep, hitting the mark every time, but he was struggling to hold you in place, because you were running. And you were struggling to be quiet considering the other members were in their rooms asleep and you didn’t want to get caught.

[thepringlesofblood]

the summoning choreography chart

lads the autism got me again. we're in npmd lockdown.

I finally managed to figure out which little 'dance' belongs to each Lord In Black in "The Summoning" bc its hard to tell and it was bugging me. here's a vid for reference.

wiggly - space invaders lookin shit probably meant to be emblematic of his mouth tentacles (0:58, 1:52)

nibbly - licks his lollipop - when others do this they mime licking their hand or any other prop they're holding (1:06, 1:15)

blinky - makes a little triangle w his fingers and looks through it (when pokey does this he looks through his mask) in a sweeping left to right motion (his left). (1:12, 4:53)

tinky - both arms out front and then both arms back cross-country skiing vibes (4:58)

pokey - alternates one arm up one arm down giving drama, michael jackson, disco vibes (1:01, 1:09, 1:19, 3:01)

they each start 'out of the depths of hell and back' doing their own dance and then switch around doing each others dances until 'you summon us once, you summon us twice'

when I compared it to the digital ticket version and I was able to determine the exact order of each Lord's choreography

so i made a chart for yall who wanna learn the summoning choreography under the cut.

i need to sleep

glossary of dance moves and the shorthand i used for them.

im not a choreographer. i am bad at describing how people move in space. so. I used timestamps from the reference video from before. please god do not follow my mediocre descriptions - watch the people in the video do it and copy them.

W - Wiggly (0:58, 1:52)

N - Nibbly (1:06, 1:15)

B - Blinky (1:12, 4:53)

T - Tinky (4:58)

P - Pokey (1:01, 1:09, 1:19, 3:01)

SS - shoulder shimmy (1:21, 4:05, 5:12) (the lords in black-ah, the lords in black-ah)

JN - jerky nod (1:25, 2:26, 5:06) (the devil has won it can't be undone)

KK - karate kid (wax on/wax off) (2:29)

KKT - karate kid tree edition - there’s one wax on for each side and then they do a thing in the middle that looks kinda like a tree. Idk how else to describe it thats why i add timestamps. (5:00)

WW - whatever we want (2:57)

TR - tra la la la (the skip they do on Stephanie has got a gun) (4:31) (it's hard to see in this version, i highly recommend checking out the digital ticket version if possible. they show this move first in the proshot bc they focus entirely on steph for the next line, but it does go second in order behind KK - you can see jon start to do KK at the transition into chunk 5 in the ref video, and at the end of the chunk he's bent forward bc he just got done doing the bowing part at the end of TR (you can see pokey doing that like 3 seconds earlier after nibbly does the skipping part)

i divided the song into chunks based on when the singing/dancing starts & stops.

Chunk 1 (0:58-1:31)

Chunk 2 (1:52-2:00)

Chunk 3 (2:26-2:32)

Chunk 4 (2:57-3:04)

(they don't dance on 'we don't give a shit about your phone' but it's b/w these two chunks in case you're interested)

Chunk 5 (4:31-4:37)

Chunk 6 (4:53-end)

The dance changes every two lines-ish, and each time they all change together. they all do the same thing for chunks 3-5 so I only included it on the first one (Pokey)

each lord in black does each move a lil differently so don't sweat if you can't do it the exact same way as the one (1) example I was able to find of x move in the proshot lol

Pokey Chunk 1

P

W

N

B

P

KKT

SS

JN

SS

Chunk 2

P

W

Chunk 3

JN

KK

Chunk 4

WW

P

Chunk 5 (Stephanie has got a gun)

KK

TR

Chunk 6

P

W

KKT

SS

JN

SS

Nibbly Chunk 1

N

B

P

W

T

N

KKT

SS

JN

SS

Chunk 2

N

B

3-5 are the same Chunk 6

N

B

KKT

SS

JN

SS

Wiggly Chunk 1

W

T

N

B

P

W

KKT

SS

JN

SS

Chunk 2

W

T

3-5 same

Chunk 6

W

T

KKT

SS

JN

SS

Blinky Chunk 1

B

P

W

N

T

B

KKT

SS

JN

SS

Chunk 2

B

P

3-5 same

Chunk 6

B

P

KKT

SS

JN

SS

Tinky (curt ATE in this role lets be real)

Chunk 1

T

N

B

P

W

T

KKT

SS

JN

SS

Chunk 2

T

N

3-5 same

Chunk 6

T

P (ooh a break w tradition rip nibbly tho)

KKT

SS

JN

SS

[azulera]

The Experiment

Pairing: Emile Smith Rowe x Black Reader

Summary: Emile's kisses require scientific investigation.

Notes: Scavenged this out of my drafts in honor of u21s winning euros 🎉 if only the 1st team could do the same, anyways can u tell how badly i wanna give ESR a k*ss … my yardie … arsepool is real

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After the first kiss, in the morning, his lips were still tingly, and you could taste the traces of cool mint toothpaste. He’d rolled from bed before you, up early for treatment, which may have sabotaged things from the start.

“You changed it?”

“Changed what?” He asked from the wardrobe, pulling his training kit top overhead.

“The toothpaste. It was cinnamon before, now it’s mint.”

“We were runnin out.” He shrugged. “But I didn’t mean to wake you. Be back around three later.”

You nodded, trying to shake the sleep from your body. “I probably won’t get out from the lab until six. So may I have another kiss, please? A proper one.”

“Needy girl” Emile tutted, but leaned down to meet you anyway, trying not to smile. You held on, turning his one soft peck into two more, and then holding your mouth to his, muffling his sound of surprise.

“I’ve gotta go, bab— baby, mm–”

“I know, just one — more.” You pulled back, with a deep sigh and Emile’s hand somehow tangled in the back of your sleep scarf. “There. Have a good day.”

When he stepped out the door, gently touching his mouth, you flopped back down on the bed. Grabbing your phone from the nightstand, you opened the notes app, and typed away.

~~~

The drive from the lab to Colney was a quick one, and you caught Emile just before lunch finished. He sat in the passenger seat with a smoothie in hand and questions in his eyes.

“What? I wanted to see you. Ain’t that allowed?”

His face was still frost-bitten from the cold, and his lips were redder than ever as they split around a smirk.

“Yeah. Just weren’t expecting you, is all.”

“Well, here I am. How’s the day going?”

You turned toward him in the seat, tuned in as he began the story of how he'd nutmegged Bukayo twice in the same rondo and then got him again later during five aside. You wrapped a hand behind the back of his neck, rubbing into the tendons as he mentioned his lack of playing time, and the frustrating conversations he’d had with the coaching staff concerning it. The hand moved around to cup his chin, thumb moving over his bottom lip when he’d finished speaking.

“Your lips are still so cold, Emi. Let me warm them up.”

“What?” You had leaned over the center console, bringing your other hand to catch along his cheek. “What do you mean?”

“I’m saying can I kiss you?”

“I mean,” Emile licked his lips, eyes darting around the empty training lot. “I mean, yeah.”

You grinned and leaned in, bringing your mouths together gently. A few brushes of tongue later, things were not so gentle, and you hummed when his hands came to grip around your waist, pulling you towards his lap.

“Hold on, this is mad,” He breathed. “Feel like I’m back in year 11.”

“You were snogging girls in the car in year 11?”

“Nah, no,” He kissed your cheek once, fingers still pressed into your hip. “Never. Was straight on football.”

“Right, whatever you say.” You had released him, and settled back into your seat. “How much time until you need to be back?”

“Like 15 minutes. But under 18s will be on that field right there in like five.”

“Okay,” You snuck one more kiss to the corner of his mouth, then revisited the notes app, while Emile checked his cheeks for lip gloss marks, and tried to regulate his breathing. “Tell me about the nutmeg again?”

~~~

By the time Emile disentangled himself from the final kiss, the fifth of the last five minutes, the twentieth of the day, he had developed some concerns. But they didn’t stop his chest from thumping, or blood from spreading warm through his veins, coloring his cheeks a rose tint that matched his lips. He licked over them once, and your eyes tracked the movement.

“Are you alright, babes? You’re mad … affectionate, today.”

“What you mean?” You questioned, halfhearted, already arcing back in towards his mouth. The wood of the dining chair creaked beneath your combined weight, finished dinner plates catching the overhead light.

“It’s just—“ He took a deep breath, trying to repress the tingles shooting down his spine from your nails along his collarbone. “You been sort of – all over me, innit. All day.”

“It’s a problem, then?” You frowned, your chests still pressed together, and noticing your own face was hot, around your ears and down through to your chest.

“Nah! No! Not at all, I’m just,” You pressed your lips to a spot just under his ear, and then his chin. “I was just sayin. An observation, you know.”

“Well, if you must know, it’s–” Your mind whirred, searching for some explanation beyond ‘I’m kind of obsessed with your lips’ or ‘I might be addicted to kissing you’. “It’s for science. Yeah, it’s all purely empirical. Wanted to know … when the best time to kiss you is– in the morning, afternoon, or night.”

You trailed a line of them along his jaw while you spoke, and felt him shiver.

“For science” he echoed, distracted but thinking back through the events of the day, and your generally nerdy tendencies, and saw how it made sense.

He didn’t, however, answer beyond that, as he was caught up again in the warm slide of your mouth. When he could, he cursed, and let out a shaky breath.

“S’like an experiment, innit.”

“Precisely.”

“So what’s the results?”

“Huh?” You asked, thoughts gone hazy, and bordering on annoyed at the continued gap between your mouth and his.

“The results of your experiment. When’s the best time?”

“Oh, um …” You bit your lip, not wanting to break the heated embrace to find your phone. The answer was simple anyway - all the day’s data pointed to one conclusion. “All the time. It’s always a good time to kiss you.”

Emile laughed, blushing an even darker pink, and sliding his hands up your thighs, “Yeah?”

“Yeah. But what do you think?”

He met your eyes, his baby blues full of amusement, and love, and something more. Then he stood up from the chair, carrying you along with him.

“Think I’ve got an idea for experiment number two.”

[bugjuicer]

Horizontal Asymptotes

my mom says the bags under my eyes

are lighter than they've been in years

the last time my face looked like i'd gotten

a full night's rest was that day at 3 o'clock

before my lungs swelled with fluid

in the third grade

before the doctors said I wouldn't make it to

christmas.

i didn't die, but i must have

i've been a ghost for years.

my mom says I look happier

my mom says I'm glowing

i slept for six hours last night and

i'm more rested than i've been in months

falling asleep presenting my poster

in second-period english

i started it with a raw red nose

my voice grating against the

inflammation in my throat

i don't believe in euthanasia, but in my case, it might be merciful

at least three laughs

that's a win in my book

after class, my english teacher drops

5 cough drops in my palm

sweet like candy, sugar coating my throat

in august, i run into an orange cat

on my walk home from school

he lets me pet him

but then he bites

i walk down the same alley

the next day

and the next

and he greets me every day

By october, I've named him garfield

and he forgets to remember to bite me

october and he runs up to me as soon as

he sees me.

october and i'm wearing your hoodie, and

the boy who loves me most

isn't who i thought it would be

in the hallway, the curly-haired boy

i called mine waves, and his hands accuse me.

selfish

yes, i know.

i'm sorry i couldn't love you as long as

i promised i would.

liar

yes, well, you lied too.

both our hands are too stained with sin

to hold each other

october and his hands accuse me

every 5-minute passing period

by january i will have forgotten

his hands left ravines in my skin

by january i won't remember that once,

all my roads lead back to him.

by january i will have forgotten.

october.

15 days with you have seemed

more real than 8 months painted blue

i am forgetting that

i loved the color blue

i am watching the world turn orange

i am watching my world turn yellow

you kiss me at the red light

and I'm singing along against your lips

in biology, we learn about

dendrites

and vacuoles

and 80 ss ribosomes

your arms around me,

my hands on yours,

my knees against the altar

my youth pastor tells you

this is the only allowable purple

i'm crying and

my smile reaches my eyes this time

how did I get this lucky?

you say it wasn't luck

your hoodie smells like bonfire smoke and

the thing is, i don't wanna die anymore and

i haven't for a long time

even on my bad days

i guess what I'm trying to say is

i love you

-bug juice