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n0n-sen-se · 9 months

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I just found you today and Im in love with your writing! If you don't mind could I request some relationship Headcannons with Kyojuro and Sanemi! (separate)

If you write this thank you in advance! <3

-🍷

tysm ♡ i sincerely appreciate it :') and on another note: for these headcannons i decided to add a little bit of everything i could think of! Hope you enjoy them!

𝐊𝐍�� 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬!

includes ;; kyojuro. sanemi. content ;; fluff. like a dash of angst. domestic fluff. a/n ;; this turned out. like i mean there's a ton of hcs but (in my defense) i did try to include a bit of everything!

☆☆☆ # kyojuro rengoku !

kyojuro is one of the most open people you'd ever meet (especially with his s/o) why hide anything? he pretty much wears his heart on his sleeve!

compliments you a ton! and doesn't just dump them on you, they're always genuine things he notices: how amazing your hair looks in the sun, your smile, the way you light up when you talk about something you like. . . all the good things

pretty decent cook, the food will taste amazing just. . . the kitchen is now a hazard zone.

(if your soft spoken ♡) his hearing is a little shot. he'd be so embarrassed of himself for asking you to repeat yourself over and over again (like it has his heart-racing and ears burning) ❛god your precious❜

oh my goodness, kyojuro would write you so many letters when he's away (or even before your relationship) he'd add little dried flowers for you. the best was probably the primrose!

hugging you is a comfort, so sometimes he'll just quietly walk up to you and hold you.

always smiles and brightens up when your around

rengoku nuzzling his nose into your face when he's happy, like literally trying to bury his face into yours

is wholly protective of you, and 100% speaks his mind if he feels someone is mistreating you/doesn't let anyone lay their hands on you (threatening to break their wrists move) also note that he doesn't like to resort to violence.

always opens doors for you, or holds your hand when you stepping down stairs.

it would take a whole lot to witness him cry. and he'll never cry for himself. not when he's hurt. not when somethings weighing on his mind. nothing. except when it comes to you and your happiness.

when fights or arguments happen he needs a moment (a long moment) to think and reflect. . . he puts himself in your position until he finds out what he needs to do.

he comforts you to no end though if your upset, lots of hugs and communication

☆☆☆ # sanemi shinazugawa !

i feel like he doesn't just casually kiss you (?) when you're around him he just holds you, firmly. sanemi always has a hand resting on you: shoulder, lower-back, linking his pinky with yours. at some point he (and probably you) wouldn't even notice the habit it anymore.

when he does kiss you its a whole ordeal, lifts your chin up, slow, passionate to full blown make-out session. usually never just a ❛quick kiss❜

the love aggression he'd feel sometimes-! just watching you. . . exist is so overwhelmingly adorable (he'd never say that exactly) just clenches his fists together and strings together a bunch of frustrated, mumbled swears

honestly, he's very competitive if you two were to play a game together. (a sore winner and loser)

when you're sick his way of comforting you is just quality time, he'll get your favorite snacks and make you as warm as possible, even laying down with you to keep you company. ask him for anything and he'll get it for you or make it better (maybe just this once)

(first) date ideas? none. he'll bring you somewhere that means a lot to him, even somewhere quiet where you can just. . . talk. if sanemi opens up a bit he'd be up for some fun (which usually involves danger or mischief) call it. . . part two of the date!

sometimes you'd just catch him smiling at you, a subtle peaceful stare with the ghost of a smile on his lips. (god, how did he get so lucky?)

fights would be the toughest. not usually because of the initial argument, but because of his inability to talk to you afterwards. disagreements get him frustrated for all the wrong reasons (usually at himself), and instead of dealing with them, he'd rather ignore them.

best thing he considers: is waking up with you next to him, just resting your head on his arm.

ooohh, actually after a while he wouldn't be able to sleep without you. ❛slept like shit❜

all relationships require work, and its definitely worth it! you're already his entire world, he just needs to learn how to show it more

and by god, this man would fight for you. need I explain? he worships you.

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bellewintersroe · 11 months

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Carlos Sainz x Celebrity OC… Part 3

Part 3!! Here’s the link for part 2. Woop, woop, we’re back and this chapter continues on from the first chapter, the last chapter was just a recollection of Carlos and Jenna’s first interaction. Thank you for reading, hope you enjoy! This is just a cute filler chapter, the next one will be spicyyyy 🌶️ Jenna’s first day at the Emilia Romagna GP goes down a treat with both celebrities and the general public. Twitter and TikTok are popping off about her being there, and some fans even notice the semi-strange interaction between her and a particular driver.

There was no partying for me tonight. I was exhausted and dipped after two hours, feeling the urge to unwind by myself in the luxurious hotel room Sky had paid for me to be in. It had never felt better to be in bed, my eyes closing for a few moments as I mentally recapped my day. It was a whirlwind from start to end and I was overwhelmingly excited to do it all again in Portugal. I knew my team were extremely happy with what I’d done, and I was popular amongst the drivers and many teams I’d spent the whole day talking to, but there was one group of people I was particularly interested in. The general public.

My heart would always skip a beat whenever I searched myself on Twitter. It was a scary place, and I always expected it to be a lot worse than what it ever was, so I found myself scared to read through the countless tweets about me. Some of the top were update pages, posting pictures of me with supportive comments, before I scrolled down, relieved at the lack of hateful comments. Jenna Ashley looking BEAUTIFUL on the grid today wearing Gucci! Dress and shoes are tagged below. Miss Ashley proves to be a complete hit with all the F1 Drivers.

You can’t tell me Pierre wasn’t staring at Jenna Ashley’s tits that whole interview 🫤🫤🫤🫤

Jenna Ashley for Playboy 2019

Anybody notice the tension between Carlos Sainz and Jenna Ashley?!? I can’t be the only one that saw his reaction

My eyes furrowed, clicking on the tweet that had been liked thousands of times. I was intrigued, looking back at the pictures of us both in the interview.

Omg she’s blushing

Carlos has deffo pulled our girl nah I think her and Max are a thing, did you see how friendly they were?

Carlos looks in LOVE and ohmygodddd same Carlos I’d be just as nervous around her He’s so nervous around her omfgggg

I clicked my phone shut, staring back to a blank screen with brows raised. Was it that obvious? I mean there always was going to be speculation, I’d been trained for that, but how do you react when speculation ends up being true? That sent me on a whole spiral, going onto Carlos’s Instagram and noticing the option to ‘follow back’. “Oh my god.” I dramatically sat up, clicking the icon to follow him back. He most likely didn’t even run his social media accounts, but I sure as hell was acting like he did.

I was guilty of doing a small stalk, well, not so small. He’d been single (from what the internet said) since 2019, two years ago now, and from what I had seen was super unproblematic. Of course, I recognised who his dad was, but his whole family looked like they came from old money. They looked rich, all beautiful and dressed up. Most of all, Carlos’ instagram was beautiful. The man looked like a model, or even a Greek god, sculpted by the gods. That evening he ignited a fire inside of me, leading to me a never ending path of pure lust and obsession for the Spanish driver.

*******

“Hello and welcome to Monaco!!” A woman greeted as I stepped off the plane. “Thank you!” I exclaimed, mouth dropping at the beauty of the small country I’d landed in. It was my first time in Monaco, and I already guaranteed it wouldn’t be my last.

“My name is Amanda, I am a chaperone here with Sky, I will be showing you to your apartment.” “Oh, amazing! Thank you.” I nodded, holding my hair down due to the blustering of the plane jets that were slowing down gradually. I was here to run through some interviews with a couple of the drivers, showing some behind the scenes footage of the race tracks and practice. I was just as intrigued as everybody else, I had so many questions I wanted to ask, and so many places I wanted to venture into.

“Are you ready for your meal tonight, yes?” She asked as I looked at her, smile still lifted on my face. “Meal? Are we- are we going out?!”

“Yes. To Le Louis XV-Alain Ducasse à l'Hôtel de Paris…”

It was safe to say the resteraunt really lived up to his name. I felt out of place as I was guided through the overwhelmingly large hallways, decorated with the most beautiful, expensive paintings and designs known to man. They even had their own Lobster pool, c’mon. This felt too fancy for me, and I made several panicked Tik Tok’s in the process of wondering around.

I alongside the other Sky reporters, had been invited for a meal with some of the other reporters, team principles, CEO’s, men with big amounts of money- and most interesting of all, drivers. I couldn’t lie, I had no idea why I was here, it felt like I’d stumbled in during a Royal family having their Christmas dinner, everybody was sat straight up, borderline like statues as I nervously rubbed my clammy palms along the fabric of my sleek black dress. No wonder they’d dressed me up so classy.

Everybody’s accents were fancy, and not to forget their names. Oh god, there was so many names and faces to go around, I was so overwhelmed by it all that I drunk my champagne a little too quickly. Once we were seated, I almost choked on my drink seeing who I was sat across from.

Carlos Sainz Jr.

The whole 50 or so people that filled this room and I was seated across from a man I’d slept with only weeks prior?! My eyes were focused on his name card on the table before I actually realised he was looking at me. His eyes roamed up my front, lingering over my face, mid sentence as he seemed to pause from pure surprise. Poor guy probably felt awkward.

“Hello.” I cleared my throat, gaining several other greetings in response. Carlos smiled and nodded towards me, taking his glass of Estrella and smiling down to it. He was dressed very smart, like all the other men here, his hair was tidied and he was cleanly shaved, playing his role here perfectly. “I’m glad you’re sat next to me.” Anise whispered as I nodded, relieved to have the comfort of my friend nearby. “Thank god. I’m scared I’m going to spill something.” “I’m scared I’m going to sneeze!” She dramatically whispered as we both giggled, earning a few glances from the posh looking men around us, including Carlos. I felt intimidated under his stare, I was fidgeting and biting down on my lip, chewing the inside of it nervously. I’d felt embarrassed whenever my eye caught his, the way he made my heart race was humiliating. Worst of all, my mind easily wandered to places it shouldn’t have. His fingers that tapped quietly on the table were the same ones that had brought my to orgasm, the same ones that had been in my mouth, running over my breasts… I was getting distracted from the conversation I initiated with Anise and another young woman sat across from us. Next to Carlos. She was very pretty. “I am from Spain.” She smiled. “Ah no way, hablo un poco de español!” (I speak a little Spanish). “Ah!” She excitedly spoke, grabbing Carlos’s arm, my eyebrow twitched slightly. “¡¿Vives ahí?!” (Do you live there?!” “No, no, soy de Inglaterra. Mis abuelos eran españoles.” (No, no I am from England. My grandparents were Spanish). I glanced back to Carlos who was now listening, eyes lingering over my face. “Uh-“ I stammered, losing my Spanish as I looked back to the girl besides him. “They taught us.” I then added as the young woman smiled. “You are Jenna? Yes?” She smiled, offering her hand over the table. I reached forwards, wobbling my empty wine glass as I shook her hand gently. “Yeah.”

“Nice to meet you, I am Blanca. You have met my brother, Carlos?” Oh. Oh!! My eyes landed on the dark featured man who was smiling back to me, shame on me for ever thinking his sister was anything other than that.

“Ah, yeah, we met in Italy.” My hand tan over the back of my bare shoulder nervously. I heard Anise let out a soft laugh, kicking me from under the table. Way to make it obvious! “Carlos told me-“ Blanca began, a low smirk stretching as Carlos’ mouth opened to cut her off, but the waiters began heading through the doors, endless trays of foot plated up for us. I glanced back to the brother and sister, watching him mutter something to her before the dishes were set in front of us, trays covering the food below. I was starving, border lining ravenous.

“Thank you.” I told the waiter, watching him pull the tray off my food. The disappointment must have been obvious because I heard a slight grunt of laughter from across from me. Carlos had noticed and pursed his lips, I shared a moment of eye contact, only breaking it when I felt an amused grin attempting to reveal itself on my face. Don’t get me wrong, the foot made my taste buds literally orgasm, but there was such a tiny amount, so was the next plate, and then the next one, and then the fourth and final plate which left me rather confused. Everybody was using a different knife and fork, digging into their small chocolate contraption as I realised I didn’t have the right fork and spoon people were using.

Anise was occupied, delving into the food, so was Blanca. My panic was only resolved when Carlos held out his clean fork for me. “Ah.” I gently spoke seeing him let out a small breath of laughter causing a few people to glance over in confusion. People were so snooty, it was scary.

“Thank you.” I whispered, offering him a flirtatious smile for the first time since we’d seen one another in the bar. Carlos nodded, swallowing harshly as my fingers grazed over his, taking the fork to eat my two bite desert with.

At the end of it, there was a few speeches, in many different languages. All I could think about was how hungry I was. The food was 10/10 but the portion sizes were crazy small and it was more like eating four appetisers. After, I stood outside, waiting for a car, borderline desperate to get out of there. Somebody cleared their throat behind me, so when I turned, I was startled to see it was Carlos, lingering around. “Where are you going?” He asked as my lips tugged up, hand resting against my chest. “Um… McDonald’s.” I quietly admitted seeing his eyebrows perk, an amused laugh escaped his lips, catching me off guard.

“I’m really hungry.” I then spoke. “Oh, that is a good idea.” He sighed after a bout of laughter, I nervously laughed, tucking my hair behind my ear as I watched over the Spanish man. “Can I come?” Carlos asked, glancing back to me as I cocked my head to the side.

“Yeah. You like Mconalds?” I for some reason found it super amusing, watching him strip his tie off with a satisfied groan, one that sounded very familiar to-

“Who doesn’t?” “Maybe the people we just ate with.” I shyly joked hearing him snigger again. “No me sorprendería.” (It would not surprise me). He added on unbuttoning his top button. His blazer was slung on his arm, his movement causing the scent of his cologne to float in my direction. I felt weak in the knees.

“You never told me you were- ah what’s the word, reporting on the grids?” He then spoke as I smiled again, back in his direction. “You never asked.” I quietly spoke, hoping my comment came off more flirtatious.

“Estaba un poco ... distraído.” (I was a little… distracted). I only seemed to blush harder at his words, pursing my lips. “Miss, miss, excuse me miss!” A man called out, hurrying from the inside, just as my car began pulling up. “You forgot this.” He panted, handing me over a piece of paper. “Oh-“ I didn’t have time to respond before he scurried off back inside.

I could feel Carlos’ eyes lingering over me, so I frowned, opening it up.

tu español es impresionante llámame

(Your Spanish is impressive… call me).

I gasped in amusement, reading the number scattered on the paper below, the driver pulling up as Carlos opened the door for me. “Thank you.” I giggled, still a little amused from the note I’d just received, but it was fair to say my eyes were only on the man who climbed into the seat next to me. “You left a paper?” He pointed, a little confused.

“It’s somebody’s number.” I awkwardly laughed, handing it over. He furrowed his brows reading over the small piece of paper. He let out a soft laugh, handing it back to me with a hand sliding over the back of his hair.

“Ahora me siento bajo presión... ¿puedo darte el mío antes de que tomes este?“ (Now I feel under pressure… can I give you mine before you take this one?) I sat up straighter, a large grin beaming on my face as he looked away, clearly nervous as he awaited my answer. I would never have imagined a man like him to be shy.

“Sí. Yes.” I giggled, pulling out my phone, forgetting all about the paper number that I’d accidentally dropped onto the seat besides me. “Yes?” Carlos repeated as I nodded, seeing him attempting to bite back a smile whilst pulling out his phone from his back pocket. “Perfect.”

#carlos sainz jr x reader #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz #carlos sainz x reader

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intotheelliwoods · 7 months

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I HAVE A QUESTION!!!! So I've noticed Sprout picks up Poptart like a lot (who wouldn't he a little guy) and I know he'd never hurt Poptart on purpose but he's not treating Poptart like glass either. Is that because he remembers his family treating him like glass and not liking it? They were treating him differently and Sprout didn't want that. I remember the comic when Sprout was trying to walk and Raph found him and Sprout just yelled at Raph not to help him cause he wanted to do it himself.

I don't remember Peepaw ever carrying Sprout around like Sprout has done for Poptart. Peepaw acted more like a father figure and mentor while Sprout is trying to emulate Peepaw like a little kid trying to fill his dad's shoes and is coming across more like an older brother for Poptart. (Granted Sprout has been through almost exactly what Poptart has been through just with a different older Leo so he understands way more about Poptart's whole situation than Peepaw did with Sprout since he lost his arm when he was a bit older and in the middle of an apocalypse)

I've just really noticed that Sprout like carrying around Poptart like a little rag doll, even if he's being gentle about it, and I don't remember Peepaw ever doing the same. Is Sprout trying to keep Poptart from feeling like he's any different? Like he's not made of glass and won't shatter from a little rough housing. Is that what he's doing?

❤️💜💙🧡

Actually this ask deserves its own separate post because🥺 oh. oh ok.

Yknow when I was making Sprout more willing to approach Poptart, than Big Leo was with Sprout, I put thought into it but not THAT much thought oh my gosh???? oh. oh ok.

My thought behind the detail was, Sprout was very comfortable going up to Big Leo for whatever reason (a hug, to use as a climbing tree, to hold his hand, to tug on his pants ect) since he was just so approachable and mellow. So with Poptart he has the same mindset of fellow Leo = approachable, he is just massive now and by this point forgot how long it took him to warm up to his older self in the first place haha. He is just, overwhelmingly happy to be around another Leo again and this time around uses his size to his advantage :)

Big Leo: oh... oh hes so small, I need to be careful with him oh hes so small... Sprout: OH ANOTHER LEO AGAIN!! IVE MISSED HAVING A FELLOW LEO!!!! OH IM SO HAPPY!!!! *excited puppy dragging his little leo around like a chew toy

So this ^ now adding in your reasoning? I am in shambles, absolute shambles. god.

#asks #2 arms left

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galene-gothic · 2 years

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Who has a crush on you?

PAID SERVICES

Pile 1

I'm getting a quieter person having a crush on you. I'm getting them being pretty popular though. I just heard that audio 'walks like an angel, talks like an angel.' I feel like it describes their perception of you and also their own way of carrying themselves and going about charming others. They might be an air or water rising. I'm getting for some of you this person might have a really unique name. Someone's name starts or has something to do with an 'R'. This person seems to have it easier in life, I mean ofcourse they have their own fair share but they seem to be really lucky. I feel like if you found out that this person likes you, you'd be all happy. I'm getting you dressing really well and making sure you look even better than you always do to meet this person. Lmfao, I'm getting a different energy here, it might be the same person or a different one but this seems to be someone who's mean to you 😭 (heavy on the enemies/rivals to lovers.) "I'm the sweetest girl in town so why are you so mean?" I'm getting both of them being popular among the opposite sex that is if they're different people. I feel like you'll be overwhelmingly loved by either one or both of these people, maybe you're just not used to receiving affection. "This song reminded me of you." They smile while thinking about you whenever you cross their minds. You're kind of their escape, they're surviving solely on daydreams about you. Someone might have a wrist fetish ☠️ (I think it's one of them.)

Hints: blue sweater/jumper, sketching, strawberries, love notes, red jacket, pocky, Harry styles, 505, holding hands, platform or combat boots.

Pile 2

This person is probably on the quieter side too but not with you ☠️. Others might be like "they're so cold", "they're really introverted" or "they're really quiet" and you're just there like "what? They literally never shut up..." They might find the corny relationship stuff really cringe but not if you're the one in question. They seem to admire you as a person. They're a simp for you. It might as well be your best friend or something 😭. I feel like both of you are really comfortable with each other. "He/she's my home" energy is really strong here. You make each other feel like you're not alone. I love this pile, it's so soft. You're the only one for them. It'd be really shocking if you had no clue. This person seems to be someone who's seen you crumble completely and rise again, stronger than ever. They see you as an angel. I love this pile ahhh. One or both of you seem to have a swan like presence (I feel like it's you.) You're really really elegant. "Rosewater runs through my bloodstream and my heart is quartz."

Hints: gold chain, roses, mirror, writing, tattoos, second chances?, rings, cigarettes, japan, mint green, mint chocolate, high on green tea, "oh to have a friend like you."

Pile 3

One of you might love or like the moon or just space in general. They think of you while looking at the moon. Ah... This person has family issues, I feel like they simply adore you since they think you'd be someone who could actually love them and be there for them the way their family should've been. It's sad because I feel like this person still unconditionally loves their family (especially their mother.) Oh my god, this is so soft, this might be your crush/partner or atleast someone you show a little affection to. 'POV' by Ariana Grande is coming through as their feelings. "Cause nobody ever loved me like you do, I'd love to see me from your point of view." I feel like they knew from the start that you'd grow into someone important to them. This person finds effort really attractive and you seem to be the type to put some effort into your connection with this person regardless of whether it's platonic or romantic. "God created my family and sent Y/N as an apology." For them, if it's not you, it's not anyone. This person likes your eyes/eyelashes/eyebrows and might have even pointed it out. You give them so many butterflies. They seem to ride or die for you. You might value this person's intensity.

Or you might have had a seperation with this person already. Pisces and Taurus are coming through. To them you're ethereal, almost ghostly. No matter how much time passes by, they simply don't seem to get over you.

Hints: black hoodie, blue iPhone, 777, 17, 7, August, unconditional love, park Ave, yellow hearts, "cross oceans for you", falling in love - cigarettes after sex.

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idv-sunsxin3 · 28 days

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Rody Lamoree // Random Dating HCs

{Dead Plate and characters belong to Studio Investigrave}

Note// He is like, 80% my type... I love him, though, dhdbdb I guess it's gn for s/o. I'm kinda a straight girl (who loves bl and yuri---), so sorry if I sound too straight./ih

•He is clingy, extremely affectionate, and touch starved... Relationships didn't end well with him because of that. But you managed to soften that by giving him plenty of love and attention when you both make time for each other. You can't say no to his puppy eyes;;;

•Can't cook for his life, is either you teach him how to cook or you both order takeout. If you do decide to teach him, he might fail miserably once in a while like injuring himself somehow or burn water--- he'll feel so bad that he is the reason you're carrying burden through the process but he'll sob more once he notices how patient, caring, and supportive you are while guiding him...

Rody// *sobs while looking at Y/N as if they're god*

Y/N // you okay there, babe?

•He'll die peacefully when he gets called pretty boy, Honey, hunny bunny, puppy, darling- no matter how cheesy or weirdly cute, it is Honey, him feel so giddy amazing 🥺✨️

•He is canonly buff and strong, so I can't help but imagine he is more than happy to carry you around on his shoulder or in bridal style to the point you don't even need to walk at all when he's with you/ih

•He'll compliment you a lot. He is your #1 fan. He'll quickly notice the changes in your appearance in one glance.

•New Haircut? Worshipping you right now. You wore something new? He'll take pictures of you in different angles, including selfies of both of you - red carpet material. You did your nails? Oh god, slay... Oh, what's this? A keychain you bought? That is so cool. He'll be so dramatic about it that it's so funny;😭

•Like man-- he's so supportive. Overwhelmingly supportive. He won't deny anything you decide and just support you till the end-- Like he's too in love to even care. He wouldn't even help but smush your cheeks together and say, "WTH WHY ARE YOU SO PRETTY AUGHHH;;;" (thx to the sketch Rachel made;;;)

•He'll usually respond to you whenever you text him - or even as soon as possible to respond back through letters. He always loves your voice, so there would be times he asks if you can call each other. Having him lean to the side of the wall as he is blushing by the soft whispering in his ear you make through the phone.

•He'll do all his power to spoil you with gifts and expensive dates despite being broke. He'll go the extra mile to always do something so special in your anniversaries.

•Even in Valentine's Day, to the point he may forget to treat himself... you gotta remind him that his birthday is your pride and joy. Like, it's the day god blessed you for letting a beautiful being like him spawn/lh

•HEAR ME OUT- I'm looking respectfully.... No one should deny that this man is pretty muscular ♥️ He is so bashful when you praise his strength. You would also have the privilege to touch his biceps or lean your head on his chest,,,(I swear I'm normal). Just the feeling of you tracing his arm, shoulder, spine, and chest makes him go crazy and so down bad -

•He won't stop talking about you once a question related to you comes up - the victim will never hear the end of it -

•Canonly when you date him, He'll give you flowers that are plucked out of the ground since he cannot afford to bye a prettier bouquet from a flower shop...

•When he's sad, you have to give him words of assurance or hold him close... You can even order any kind of fast/junk food, and he'll be so happy that you would do that for him😭🥺

•If you happen to be smaller than him, he would find the opportunity to hover over you and wrap you up with his hoodie or coat before pulling you to an embrace. Kinda like shoving your head inside the coat;;;

•Besides writing songs and playing the guitar for you, he would also try to sing for you if he wasn't so hella shy about it. hhh;(he sings surprisingly decently tho!!!)

•He loves having a bike ride with you- he once promised that if he ever affords a car, you'll always get the passenger princess treatment, no buts!!!

#dead plate fanfic #dead plate rody #dead plate #dead plate x reader #rody lamoree #rody lamoree x reader

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unexpectedbrickattack · 10 months

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heehee

heeheehee

Adding some more hcs here bc its under a readmore and therefore confined to the Secret Thoughts box. Obviously suggestive but mostly relationship stuff bc i cannot help myself 😔

So i feel like i am an outlier that really enjoys noise/noisette like i think they are sooo cute…they are just silly guys ! So no this is not ANYONE cheating i must make this soooo clear i am so touchy about this subject; this is my heehee haha safe space LMAO i want to keep that kind of drama faaaar away from me.

A quick tldr for noise (that i will start calling theo bc i think its a cute name LOL i dunno where it came from but i love it im taking it) is that: hes a nepo baby that was able to start a business and brand w that money, and then stayed in a bubble for the rest of his life bc his image and branding is too important to lose. He hung out w the same rich people to network properly and maintain status. He didnt have the time and courage to go into the circles he WANTED to go into.

I had a whole essay written but this is supposed to be a little tldr lmao basically. Hes bi and curious and gus is always extremely overwhelmingly happy and eager to mess around w anyone (also bi) if it means peppino will be there and peppino is like FINE but ur going to get attached to the rat and thats not going to be my fault. This would be after theo starts behaving, as in, starts respecting peppinos boundaries. And he gets to hang out w him peacefully enough times to work up the courage to poke the bear (lol) and ask questions. Bc hes nosy and curious 🥺 they look like they have so much fun at the bar and w whoever they pickup like. Way more fun than he has w his stuffy rich friends. He wants to be there, he wants to have fun 🥺

Anyway he gets to be peppino and gustavos third and it leaves him like this ->💥💥💥💥💥 and gus thinks its so cute lol like this poor possum is worn the hell out 😭 needs to conk out and sleep forever. ‘ONE. That was fun. That was FUN. I want hazel to do that to me’ peppino, wide eyed but like clearly flabbergasted and smiling incredulously: ‘YEAH? REALLY ? I MEAN. DIDNT UH. DIDNT KNOW SHE HAD THAT IN HER. OR WHATEVER.’

‘TWO. Would u do this again? Like that was fun. That was FUN. I wanna do that again. I think im too busy this week and next week but like. Is that an option? I can push stuff around so it can fit in ur schedule??’ And peppino LAUGHS like full body laughing hard enough that gus comes back w a water looking so confused. Hes like oh my god. You dont have to cancel shit for a dick appointment !!! You dont!! Oh my god!!! Hes like crying laughing at the thought of theo having to cancel an appointment so he can squeeze in his threesome 😭😭😭 and theo cant help but look A LITTLE red bc okay it sounds silly BUT no one said no and he will run w that lol

Also convinces hazel to get a strap at some point. Which i think is so funny bc i have a scene in my head of noise being so smarmy w peppino and gus like ooohhh so u needed dick to be normal again and not be rude? Was that all it took? And now theo is thinking back to what he said as hes laying down in bed after getting thoroughly pegged by his gf and hes like oughhgh……i get it……

#chattin #answered #saucy #hey this is a fucking essay. dont look at me 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#i dunno what to even tag this. im leaving it open #i have been thinking about them too much im setting this free into the wilds #maybe i will draw something for this #this also comes off as like incoherent bc i have no written characterization for noise n noisette #like how i feel like shes be down for anything bc he is similar to gus in that they both are free spirited #and are always up to try something new and have a good time 😊#and how i see noise as someone who WANTS to be that free but is confined to the brand and image HE made for himself #and the persona he has is close to the whimsy he wants to achieve irl #anyway #i truly hope thay image of the tags blocks the image beneath the readmore lmao #<- said through gritted teeth #okay i was chatty today and it made me feel nice and happy again #last thing im posting today i love yall mwah

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sunshine-for-serotonin · 1 year

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Can I get Headcannons of Erik with a voice kink, auralism, or scent kink please, Mlle. Sunshine? Thank youuuuu!!!

Why not all three? This is cannon now in my opinion-

Warnings: yandere Erik, stalking, male masturbation, desperate Erik, clothes stealing, general kinkiness, unestablished relationship shenanigans, Erik’s mommy kink makes a brief appearance, I think that’s it

VOICE KINK

Let’s start off with the voice kink aspect, shall we?

Erik loves your voice no matter what! It’s so uniquely you, he finds it addictive to listen to you talk about anything and everything.

Come up behind him and speak into his ear. Watch Erik squirm, trying not to give away the fact you turned him on and how his pants feel unbearably tight.

He’s embarrassed to admit that even just you saying “yes?” In a certain way is enough to make him needy for you.

Call yourself mommy for any reason and he’s coming undone, the poor man can’t handle how sultry your voice is and you’re just feeding into his fantasies at this point.

You could literally just read a dictionary out loud and Erik’s curled up with you mentally ranting about how much he loves you and your voice while looking up at you like you hung the stars.

We already know Erik likes pet names, but have I ever told you his reaction when you first called him sugar in a teasing tone? No? Ok-

I N S T A N T T U R N O N

Erik had to excuse himself saying he forgot something somewhere and that it may take him a few minutes to find it. His actual reason? He had a raging boner.

Erik locked himself in his chambers and started pumping himself like his life depended on it, the sound of your voice overwhelmingly seductive in Erik’s mind. Biting down on his hand to keep gasps and moans from escaping his mouth, rhythmic wet sounds filled the room as precum was smeared up and down Erik’s cock, only halting as your voice echoed through his door.

“Erik, sugar, are you ok?”

Oh God- Erik knew continuing while you were right outside the door was risky at best, but he couldn’t deny the throbbing heat in his cock as you called for him so sweetly.

“O-Oui, yes, I am w-well!”

Slowly, Erik resumed making twisting strokes around his dick, doing his best to muffle any sounds he made and swiping his thumb across the slit of his tip every so often as his climax started to build once more.

“Are you so sure, sugar? I can help you if you need it.”

Erik knew you weren’t talking about his current ‘situation’, but God- did he wish you were. Your voice sounded so alluring when you called him sugar, and Erik wanted nothing more than to let you in and let you do with him whatever you pleased.

Letting out a shaky reply, Erik listened as your footsteps faded from his door before going absolutely feral, shoving his fingers into his mouth to suck on and once again stroking himself rapidly.

So yeah- Erik really, really, likes your voice, and that’s just one of an uncountable number of times he’s cum to the sound of you. AURALISM

Auralism is next!!! WARNING: Erik watches you having solo sexy time without your knowledge!

Erik honestly discovered this kink by accident. He was really missing you, but when he had asked you to come visit him you politely yet firmly told Erik to wait about an hour.

Erik is nothing if not impatient when it comes to his time with you, he needs to be with you during his every waking moment, even if you’re not aware of it.

Erik watched from the shadows as you stole away to your room, your fingers massaging your neck to try and relieve some of the pain in the stiff muscles, something Erik would be more than happy to do for you if given the chance, he thought to himself.

From his passage way inside your rooms mirror, Erik let out a gasp and his face turned red as you began to strip before him.

While Erik was thankful for the view you were giving him, he was puzzled. You had been wearing clothes that were fine for visiting in and it certainly wouldn’t have taken you an hour to put on new ones, but the realization hit him like the sky fell on him as you laid your nude form onto your bed.

Oh. Oh. Erik was all too aware that his pulse was dangerously high and that his blood was violently thrumming beneath the surface of his skin further down, begging for him too touch himself.

His eyes were glued to your frame as Erik took himself out of his pants doing his best to be quiet and avoid your detection, only for you to get up and blow out most of the candles in your room.

Erik felt like he was on the verge of a meltdown as darkness obscured his vision of you, that was until he realized how much better he could hear you.

Every little breath sent shivers down Erik’s body, and you hadn’t even truly started touching yourself yet. He could hear you lay back on your bed as Erik’s hand instinctively traveled lower, a small whimper leaving his throat as he traced his tip with featherlight touches.

And then it started. Erik listened as your hand traced the curves of your body, the sound of your skin igniting all the erectile tissue in Erik’s body.

He felt his eyes flutter closed as he gripped himself fully and bit his lip, slowly moving his hand up and down with the image of you in his head.

If the sound of you tracing your skin was having such a profound effect on Erik, the sound of you beginning to gasp and moan was nothing other than heavenly. Desperately slapping a hand over his mouth Erik started to time his hand in sync with every vocalization you made, fantasizing that it was him making you feel so good.

Focusing his hearing even more if possible, Erik picked up on the final noise he needed to push him over the edge. Goosebumps rose on his skin and he flushed further as Erik picked up on the wet, lewd, sounds of you fingering yourself.

A chorus of ‘ah!’s And ‘mhmm!’s were muffled behind Erik’s palm as his orgasm rocked his body, tears leaving his eyes at the sheer amount of pleasure.

Embarrassed and ashamed after, but now he’s figured out that your sounds take his pleasure to another level, so this will not be just a one time experience.

Eriks favorite sound is definitely a tie between your moans and any wet noise you make.

SCENT KINK

Oh boy-

Erik is admittedly gross with the extent he enjoys your scent.

To the point where he has to keep a pair of your dirty underwear on him or he gets anxious because he can’t smell you.

Erik steals your perfume, clothes, pillows, even things like your hairbrush, just so he can enjoy himself and assuage his negative emotions when they get too volatile.

He gets off while holding your underwear to his face ninety-five percent of the time, and he will wear your clothes no matter how badly they fit him.

Because of how often he masturbates with things that smell like you, Erik actually begins to develop a bit of a Pavlov response. What I mean by that is now whenever he catches your scent, he gets aroused. On that note, since most of Erik ‘sessions’ have drawn out imagines of him eating you out, he starts to salivate and needs something to put in his mouth to hold him over.

Hold Erik over to what exactly? Hold him over until he’s alone and he can put your underwear in his mouth sucking like his life depends on it and his hips rolling into the air desperately seeking friction.

Is definitely one to sneak into your room when you aren’t around so he can bask in being surrounded by things that smell like you, letting out happy little hums all the while.

Stole your sheets one day and replaced them with his own, leaving a note to make you think that your room was just cleaned by management. Eriks on cloud nine, this does lead to him having frequent wet dreams about you, however. Not that he’s complaining-

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@sloppyzengarden

Thats all for now darlings! Enjoy!!!

#Yandere Erik Destler #erik destler #erik destler smut #phantom of the opera #poto x reader #yandere poto #fem darling #phantom of the opera smut

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this is me trying | g.d. | 5

Ex!Gale Dekarios x fem!tav

Acceptance –individuals come to terms with the reality of the loss and begin to adjust to life without the presence of what or who has been lost. It's important to note that acceptance does not necessarily mean feeling okay or happy about the loss; rather, it's about finding a way to live with it.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Confrontations but otherwise none

Series Masterlist | Talk to Me! | AO3

Tav takes a painfully deep breath as she steps out of the dimension door Withers produced. Wyll stands beside her with her arm in his, and Shadowheart is close behind with Astarion. The four of them are not the first people to arrive –Halsin and Jaheira are chatting already, and Halsin has brought Scratch and Bite, to which Tav feels overwhelmingly excited to see. Scratch notices them first, then Bite, and the two run over and practically throw themselves at the four latest arrivals. Bite is too big, and knocks her down, but Tav laughs properly for the first time in months as she accepts the love from her animal companions.

“Oh, I’ve missed you too,” she promises, pressing kisses to both of their heads as Wyll helps her up.

The animals turn their attention to Shadowheart, who is just as excited to see them. Wyll tugs Tav forward as Astarion wanders off to find a bottle of wine, saying something to the lines of If I have to be social…Tav feels similarly, but there’s no sight of Gale and Tav wonders perhaps if she’ll get lucky and he won’t show up. Gods don’t come to mortal parties, right? If he succeeded, he has better things to do than come to a party.

“Tav, my friend –it is great to see you,” Halsin announces excitedly as he lumbers over and pulls her into his arms. He lifts her in the arm and she squeals in surprise, but laughs as she wraps her arms around his neck. “I have missed you greatly. I hope all is well and the Oak Father has blessed you.”

When he sets her down, she nods some in reassurance and smiles, though she does not answer how she’s been. “Can’t be as good as you –I heard that you’ve made great progress in the Shadow Lands.”

Halsin lights up and begins telling her about Thaniel’s healing, how the lands have been returned to what they once were. He’s so excited to talk about it that he seems to have forgotten that she never answered him, and Tav is totally fine with that. Astarion appears at her side with a glass of wine in both hands, holding one out to her. She takes it with a thankful smile, though it’s downed and empty before Halsin is done with his story. But the druid finishes up, claps Astarion on the shoulder (causing the vampire to spill his wine and Astarion is not happy), and hugs her one more time, asking her to visit.

She promises she will.

She means it too.

“Pardon me.”

She freezes beside Halsin and Astarion, who both go rigid as they also hear the familiar voice. Her hand grips her goblet a bit tighter, and Halsin puts his hand on her shoulder in a silent question. Are you okay? She nods once, taking a deep breath. Astarion hands her his glass of wine as he slips in front of her, blocking her from view. Halsin takes that as a sign to do the same.

It’s Lae’Zel’s voice she hears first –a bit disembodied because she couldn’t actually be there, but her voice nonetheless.

“I see you have failed then, wizard,” the Githyanki states, tone clipped. “You lost so much for nothing, it seems.”

Gale stammers a bit, and Tav peaks out from behind Halsin, watching as Wyll and Jaheira step forward as well to greet him.

“I wasn’t expecting you to make it,” Wyll says as he claps his hand on Gale’s shoulder. Tav notices that Wyll’s smile is the one he gives the public when he’s not actually interested.

Gale is still stammering, and his face is turning red and for a moment, Tav feels bad. Clearly, whatever he was after did not work out for him. Everything he put her through –everything he doesn’t even know he put her through, and he didn’t even get anything out of it. He’s still Gale of Waterdeep –living as a mortal in a life that will never be enough for him.

“Karma is a bitch,” Astarion mumbles into his empty goblet, sneering at Gale as he looks at the vampire and druid.

Gale catches her eye and she can see the briefest moment of excitement flash across his face. Then it disappears as he realizes she’s hiding from him. And now Tav realizes she’s hiding from him and that realization is ridiculous because it’s just Gale and he’s already hurt her, and she’s already processed it, and handled it. He cannot hurt her again.

She will not let him hurt her again.

So she steps out from behind Halsin, who glances down at her for a moment. Astarion peers over at her, brow furrowed, then she catches as he turns to Wyll and Shadowheart, who are watching intently as Tav steps forward. The eyes of their companions are all on them and Tav knows they want to make sure she’s okay, but this is not a conversation for the party to hear.

“Hello, Gale,” she greets with a soft, sad smile.

“Hello, Tav,” he replies, just as soft, just as sad.

“I think…everyone is expecting the worst,” she whispers. “I think I am too.”

“I am so sorry,” he finally says, reaching for her hands.

Tav puts her hands behind her back. She sees Wyll about to intervene, to prevent Gale from touching her, but she shakes her head at him. Then she nods away from the rest of the camp, walking away from the judging eyes. And they’re not judging her –she knows that very well. They’re judging Gale, and they’re scrutinizing every movement he makes to ensure he does not hurt her again.

When the two of them are away from the party and nosy friends (though she is certain they’re trying to listen), Tav takes another sip of her drink. Gale is rocking on his heels, uncomfortable with everything suddenly being against him. All their companions chose to support her, and there’s no reason why he should think they care about him after how he left Tav that day on the docks.

“What happened?” She finally asks, looking up at him. She is genuinely curious; she did almost give up her soul to reach Elysium to find him. Starved herself and thought herself worthless because of him. Grieved the loss of what could have been because of him.

She deserves to know why he is not a god.

Gale hesitates a moment, and she suddenly has another question burning on her tongue but she doesn’t know if she wants the answer. But the longer he takes to think of his response, the harder it is for her to bite back her morbid curiosity. So they speak at the same time.

“Four months ago –,”

“When did it happen?”

Tav stares at him blankly for a long moment, blinking a handful of times as she realizes he failed his quest two months into it –leaving her alone for four months. And her curiosity is replaced by hurt; he could have come home four months ago and he chose not to. He could have saved her from all of the hurt, and he chose not to.

“You…you failed two months into it,” she repeats, as if asking for clarification. But she doesn’t need anything clarified. She doesn’t even care what happened to him now, honestly.

Gale nods. “Tav, understand, I –,”

“I don’t need to understand anything, Gale,” she interrupts, shaking her head at him. “I…Gods, if you had come home within those two months, I think I would have accepted you with open arms and happy tears.”

“You still can,” he counters, reaching out to take her hands again. “Perhaps it’s different, and I know I hurt you, but we can start over –we can do this right –,”

But Tav shakes her head still, stepping back. “You’re right, you did hurt me. We can’t start over –we can’t just…I can’t just forget that you left me on that dock six months ago without so much as a good-bye. I grieved the loss of the life you promised me, Gale. I suffered for six painstaking months –for fuck’s sake, I tried to give Raphael my soul just to find a way into Elysium two months ago –only to find out that you had failed barely two months into the ordeal? I would have died had Raphael actually wanted my fucking soul –,”

“Why would you make a deal with him?” Gale asks, genuinely appalled by her admission. “Tav, I told you I would return –,”

“You would return a god, Gale, if you returned at all!” She reminds him, “What did you expect of me? To become a god as well? To be whatever you were for Mystra? I don’t hate myself enough to repeat history like that.”

He looks hurt by the admission, but Tav doesn’t care if he’s hurt because she’s done nothing but hurt for six months. He gets to be hurt now too.

“Raphael didn’t want my soul, and we are damned lucky he didn’t,” she continues, crossing her arms over her chest. “But I cannot look at you and tell you I love you the way I did when you left. You told me this world is not enough for you; that this life is not enough of you. Do you know what you said without actually saying it, Gale?”

He hesitates again but shakes his head. She isn’t sure he actually knows, or if he’s scared to answer her.

“You said I wasn’t enough for you.”

Gale opens his mouth to argue but she refuses to let him speak. He doesn’t get to explain his side, because she doesn’t actually want to hear his side. He gets to listen to her, he gets to feel the agony she felt. She has had six months to suffer, and grieve, and come to terms with her life as it was without him. The least he can do is listen to her.

“And I…I am enough. I am enough for me, I am enough for our friends, and I will be enough for the person who loves me next. But that person…that person is not you, Gale Dekarios.”

He doesn’t argue. He doesn’t reach for her. Gale simply nods in understanding, his eyes watery with tears as he takes a deep breath. Tav has nothing else to say to him, but Gale wants to say his peace and she supposes it’s only fair now to let him.

“I…I understand, Tav. I have done more harm than good for you, and I am…I am genuinely so sorry. My ambition, my desire for more…it got the best of me and that is not an excuse, and it will never be an excuse for what I put you through.

“I love you, and I will not stop loving you. But I understand that what I have done cannot be easily forgiven, if at all. I should have come home when I failed –I should have admitted my folly once more and begged for your forgiveness the moment it happened. But I was ashamed and embarrassed. And that’s no excuse for what I put you through, but I need you to know that I…I thought of you every day.

“I took advantage of the love you showed me and thought you would be waiting when the reality is that I hurt you, and you deserve more in life than someone like me.”

Gale takes one more look at Tav, who’s holding back tears. Then he smiles sadly and turns on his heel, stepping away from the party and away from her again, disappearing through the portal that Withers had opened for anyone wishing to leave.

Tav stands there shaking, fists balled at her sides, trying not to cry. Wyll, Shadowheart and Astarion are at her side without hesitation, making sure she’s okay. But Tav waves them off, trying not to sob like a fool at what is supposed to be a happy occasion. Wyll pulls her into a hug, and she doesn’t fight, instead wrapping her arms around him to cry into his chest. I’m so proud of you, he’s saying. Shadowheart’s I knew you would be okay and Asterion's You should have hit him are causing her to laugh through her tears.

She is not crying because Gale hurt her once again, but instead because she can’t believe she actually stood up to him instead of taking him back. Wyll and Shadowheart had mentioned their concern over her just…taking him back if he should appear tonight. Astarion had been the one that knew better than to think she would stoop so low. They had no idea she could hear them, and she hadn’t been sure their concerns were unfounded.

She isn’t crying because Gale hurt her.

She’s crying because she has finally accepted that her life will go on without him.

#baldur's gate 3 #lae'zel #shadowheart #halsin #gale of waterdeep x reader #gale x tav #astarion

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This has been done a million times before and no one asked but I decided to rank the songs from Nerdy Prudes Must Die.

Let's go Nighthawks!

15. Cool As I Think I Am

I actually do love this song but when I listen to the full album, it’s one of only two songs I sometimes skip. The sound of it is very sweet, just like Pete, and it’s a great song to establish his character and his conflict in stepping outside his set social role (also props for originating the “I’m not a loser” refrain that repeats several times throughout the show to great effect). It’s just maybe not as exciting as the rest of the songs on the list.

14. Bully the Bully

Very catchy and fun, and the “cool beans” verse holds a special place in my heart (as do Grace’s little spins). Half the fun of it are the (very cute) dance moves which makes this song a little less effective when just listening to it. I love the guitar riffs and hearing all the nerds teaming up and happy for the only scene in the entire show.

13. Bury the Bully

I don’t usually prefer the shorter reprise but this song is too unhinged for me not to love it. Some highlights: Grace’s immediate acceptance of the situation and detailed knowledge in disposing of a body (and the casual “how else he gonna fit?” like she’s not suggesting something absolutely psychotic), “oh god, she’s snapping again”, Ruth coming around faster than the rest of the nerds because she’s apparently only slightly less unhinged than Grace, the discordant slamming on the piano keys after every “hack all his limbs off”.

12. Dirty Dudes Must Die

Would be much higher if only it were longer. This was the heel-face turn I was waiting for and Angela absolutely kills it, the deranged energy is off the charts. Grace singing “who will pray for you” and pointing at the audience gives me chills as does that final “run”. It feels like another story is just beginning.

11. Go Go Nighthawks!

I love all the sounds in this song - the beats that sound like lockers closing, the school band drums and trumpets, the jocks grunting and the “caw caws” from the cheerleaders. They add so much and convey such a strong sense of the setting, a must for a show that doesn’t really have any sets lmao. Also, fuck Clivesdale!

10. The Best of You

This song is just super cute and it makes me happy to listen to - Lautski own my entire heart, I can’t help it. Many have pointed out the Disney channel sound of it but it also reminds me a lot like those mid 2000s pop punk British boybands (think McFly and Busted) and I think that was deliberate with the British accent Joey and Mariah put on a couple of the lines. Anyway, I love how overwhelmingly bright and happy this song sounds, because it almost rounds back to sinister as you just know this can’t be the end of the show - we don’t get endings this happy in Hatchetfield!

9. Just For Once

This is the other song I sometimes skip but only because it’s five minutes long and such a character piece that I’m not always in the mood for it. Lauren blows me away with her ability to perform in character. That switch from Ruth’s amateur acting in the verses to the more sincere chorus is so beautiful. And that ending, oof. “I used to dance”, gets me every time.

8. Hatchet Town

I love a good mob song and this is an all time favorite for me. The Hatchetverse has been successful in establishing a multitude of interesting side characters that make the world feel lived in and that really pays off here; the song works if you don’t know most of the characters but it’s so much better if you do.

This is the first scene in the show that expands the story outside the school and the characters there, and it makes the danger feel all the more pressing, especially with how frantic and sinister it sounds. It’s also endlessly quotable; in a way, aren’t we all Dan Reynolds (with Action News, weekdays at 10 PM)?

7. Dirty Girl

Seems like I’m a much bigger fan of this song than many but I could never resist a musical theater song about sex. I love how weird and gross this song is while also containing some masterful lyrics. I love this bizarre look at sex through Grace’s warped, sheltered worldview. Most of all, I love that this is the first time we hear the line “will you pray for me” in the show and every time it appears after it’s in a wildly different context.

6. Cool As I Think I Am (Reprise)

This song makes me cry and I’m not afraid to admit it. It's the way Pete starts the song being so brave and so gentle as he convinces Steph to make an impossible choice, how they come together in the middle of it, finally completely honest with each other about their feelings, and how at the end the song slows as they’re both overwhelmed by the tragedy of the situation. “I’d have to let you go” let me go curl up and cry for a week, maybe.

5. High School Is Killing Me

A killer intro (heh). This is how you set the mood for a show! The slow start with Richie and Ruth is perfect and then the beat kicks in and I ascend to a higher level. A really strong aspect of the songs in this show are the harmonies and we get some incredible ones here - they sound so good together. This may also be the catchiest song on the soundtrack.

4. The Summoning

Oh my god this song!! First the intro with the chant, the trio’s bright voices underscored by the creepy whispers in the background, and then the descent into immediate chaos as soon as the Lords enter. I guess this is more of a “theatrical” song in that it’s not really something you listen to out of context of the musical but it works so incredibly well in context. Hearing all five of the lords together and taunting our protagonists is so insanely good. And I love how this song works musically, too, with the guitars and drums in the louder parts almost battling it out with the piano in the slower parts. Jeff Blim really popped off with this one.

3. Literal Monster

God, the foreboding atmosphere in this song is unmatched. The incredible build-up to our antagonist, managing to make a believable threat out of a cliched high school bully. Kim Whalen belting “He roars, and we cry” lives rent free in my mind. And then Will Branner shows up and lives up to every single expectation instantly.

2. Nerdy Prudes Must Die

Extremely basic opinion to think this song is great (the real unpopular take might be that it’s only number two) but what do you want me to say? That the similarities to the Halloween theme don’t make me wanna clap my hands with glee? That the music and lyrics don’t both absolutely slap? (“Will you pray for me” I will give you my entire life actually) That Jon Matteson belting “I’m not a loser” might not be the single greatest moment in the entire show? This is why they invented musical theater. I will take no further questions.

1. If I Loved You

Look I am Lautski trash, I will fully admit that, but this song is also just a bop. It’s the most fun song in the show to sing along to, by a mile. It is young, stubborn love boiled down to its most entertaining bits. It is two people almost coming together but missing each other by a hair and that hair is having too much pride to be the first to admit you’ve got a crush. This song has drama, it has fun, it has two characters vehemently denying their feelings for each other while insisting the other only deserves the best. “Don’t need a lover boy, need a lover man” marry me, Mariah Rose. How about that? Also, Joey Richter’s improvement as a singer has been severely underappreciated and this song shows his voice off perfectly.

I am ranting but that’s because I cannot coherently express how much I love this song. In a soundtrack filled with nothing but hits, this one hits me right in the heart.

#nerdy prudes must die #npmd #starkid #found this in my google docs #i wrote it like two months ago and i don't remember why i didn't post it then #i'm not 100% sure i still fuck with this ranking but it's close enough that i don't feel like changing it

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Rainbow after a Storm (P4)

Includes:

Mention of blood, rape, and self harm.

Characters:

Larissa Weems x female reader (principal x student)

Summary:

Larissa and Y/N’s relationship continues to evolve, getting bolder with each conversation. However another accident ends up with you in a place you didn’t want to be.

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As soon as you shut the door to Larissa’s office, you collapse against the corridor walls. You can feel your heart beating through your chest, hot with desire for her. You have no idea what brought on your sudden boldness, but it was worth it for the heavenly moan she let out, making your knees weak.

Regaining your shaking breath, you head back down to the library. Spotting Ajax in the same corner, you quickly slide into the seat next to him. “Y/N!” He exclaims in shock. “Shhhhh!” I say, looking over at Ms Thornhill who thankfully didn’t notice, still busy perusing books in the aisles. “Sorry, what the fuck’s going on Y/N? One minute I’m seeing you in class on Tuesday, happy as Larry. Next you’ve got a bandaged arm, haven’t been in class since Wednesday, moved out of your old dorm and what was all the ‘back’ to Principal Weems’ room about?” Ajax, puts his hand over yours comfortingly. “Y/N, I’m not mad, just really fucking concerned. Whats going on?”

“I was in Jericho on Wednesday when I got raped, when I got back to my dorm, Wednesday was out with Enid so I had the place to myself. I only wanted to hurt myself, because I blame myself for the rape happening again. But I lost control. Next thing I know I’m passing out from blood loss on the floor of my dorm, Lari- sorry, Principal Weems, found me and took me to the hospital. She didn’t feel safe letting me stay in my old dorm especially since she couldn’t ask Wednesday who’s already balancing school life, writing and spending time with Enid, to look after me. So I moved into her room.”

“Sorry rape? Again? Her room?” His head swirling with so many questions. “Yes, I got raped, I knew the guy who raped me. He was the one who raped me for the first time at 7 years old. Her room being Principal Weems’. Which is why I do keep slipping up and calling her Larissa because we agreed first name basis since I’m fully living in her room.” He nods slowly, trying to process the information.

“Righhhhht… so… My dear friend got raped in Jericho by the same person who did it to her when she was 7, self harms and nearly kills herself and now she’s living with our principal… totally normal.” You share a chuckle with him.

“Definitely not normal but yeah nice way of summing it all up.” Glancing down at your phone, 11.56am. “Shit! Larissa’s gonna kill me.” You say, aggressively standing up from your chair and bolting out of the library, finally alerting Ms Thornhill to your presence.

“MISS Y/L/N!” She yells after you as you sprint down the halls. God, why was the library so far away? It begins to get overwhelmingly hot and you rip your jacket off, not realising the zip getting caught on your arm. Wrapping it around your waist, you keep on running both to her office and out of breath. Reaching Larissa’s door, you open it, bolting through. 11.59am. “I made it.” Leaning back against the door, you grin, heavily breathing. You give her a thumbs up with your arm, a sharp electric shock pain emitting from your wounds as you do. Thats when you notice the blood stains seeping through the fabric. “Oh shit.”

Larissa is speechless, one minute mindlessly scrolling through unimportant emails, the next the door banging open to reveal you breathless and bleeding. Her mouth gapes open in shock. Though, she did have to give you props- you were back before 12. A chuckle escapes her as she stands up, walking over to you. “Good girl for making it on time… how about we go clean your arm up though because that doesn’t look particularly nice.” She says, referring to the fact your free hand is held underneath your arm, collecting drips of blood. You weren’t overly listening, you got a bit distracted by her first two words. Good girl… you can feel your legs already shaking. What you didn’t know was that she could too. She smirks, well aware you were blanking out.

“Y/N?” Shit, you just spaced out while staring at her tits.

“Hmm? Oh- yeah… not sure if blood dripping through bandages is too great.” You chuckle, as she looks at you with an unimpressed look, raising an eyebrow.

“Not funny darling. We may need to take you back to the hospital.” She says as she places her hands on your hips, guiding you through to your room to grab her keys. The hands on your hips, the darling… oh shit, you can feel yourself hot with desire as you struggle to keep upright. Leaning forward, she whispers in your ear. “Oh darling… are you that desperate for me that you’re almost falling over just from my words?”

You smirk. “Oh and the heavenly moan you let out yesterday just from me saying your name isn’t you being desperate?” She didn’t say anything. “Hmm? Larissa?” You continue, your voice deep and seductive. She stops, wrapping her arms around you, rubbing her face in the crook of your neck.

“Y/N darling…” Her voice coming out in a desperate sigh. Swallowing deeply, she guides you forwards again. “Let’s get your arm tended to at the hospital because this bleeding isn’t stopping. And then we’ll see if my self control is any better because right now the temptation to claim you as my own is growing unbearably strong.”

These words cause you to take a sharp breath. ‘Calm down Y/N.” You repeat in your head, over and over again, trying to ignore the throbbing heat from in between your legs. Getting to the door, she slips past you. “Wait here darling.” You lean against the doorframe as she grabs her purse hanging from the arm of the couch.

Walking back over to you, she takes off her jacket, handing it to you. “Put it on, it’ll stop people asking questions about your arm.” You reluctantly take it, looking up at her. “Its white, incase you haven’t noticed, I’m dripping red blood. Also don’t you think it’ll be a bit suspicious that I’m wearing your jacket?”

“I can get another jacket and I’d rather deal with that then people stopping us asking why you’re dripping blood and I’m sure you wouldn’t want that either. So put the damn thing on and lets go before you bleed to death again.” She says, helping you slip into it before opening the door, letting you walk through. Shutting it behind her, she takes off at a brisk pace, her long legs allowing her to cover ground quickly. You adjust your stride to fit hers as you hurriedly walk to the car.

As you reach her car, she walks ahead, unlocking the door and holding it open for you. As she gets in her side, you chuckle. “Larissa, you know I can open my own doors right?” She starts the car, placing her hand on your knee. “Yes but I’d rather you not. In case you’ve forgotten you are still heavily bleeding, I’d rather not have you die from blood loss in front of me again.” She gives your knee a comforting squeeze, not too sure which of us needed it more.

“Hold on, die? Again? The doctors said I just passed out?” You look at her, confused. In response, she shakes her head. “You died, Y/N. I’m terrified that that’s going to happen. I was terrified enough before… before whatever the fuck you’ve done to me. I’m not losing you Y/N.”

“Riss, I promise you won’t have to. I let myself give up the other day because I didn’t believe that anyone cared about me enough to be affected if I died. I realise now at least you do. I’m not giving up Riss. Not this time.” You place your hand over hers as she says this. “Though you can stop almost flying off the road at most corners. If you insist on going 150km/h, do you want to at least let me drive?”

She looks at you raising an eyebrow. “You’d better shut your mouth before I put you in your place.” You can’t help the smirk pulling at your lips. “And what, my dear, makes you think you could?” The car violently swerves as you say this, making you chuckle. She mutters something intelligible under her breath, readjusting her position in her seat.

A smile spreads across your face as she makes no further comment on your previous statement. Pulling into the hospital carpark, she quickly grabs her things as you both exit the car. “Y/N, stop using your arm.”

You look down, noticing a red stain slowly seeping through her jacket. A nervous laugh escapes you. “Why… is it still bleeding?”

She looks over and lets out a “fuck” under her breath, seeing the first of many drops of blood dripping from her coat. “Let’s go. Now.” She quickens her pace, entering the emergency room a good 10 metres ahead of you. By the time you catch up, the triage nurse is already looking at your arm in shock.

“Jesus fuck Riss, what did you tell her?” You awkwardly say as you’re rushed through the doors and into a room. Taking a seat on the bed, Larissa helps you get your jacket off as a doctor enters the room. “The truth. You had a few wounds restitched the other day and now you’ve bled through 3 bandages and a jacket in the past day and a half.”

“Well when you put it like that it sounds horrific.” You say, wincing as the doctor roughly unwraps the bandages. “Hey, you know you can be a bit gentler with that aye?”

“Sorry about this but you have lost an unusual amount of blood in not a lot of time and this bleeding isn’t stopping. We need to check what’s gone wrong.” The doctor says, the bandage turning a darker shade of red as he unwraps each layer.

“It sounds horrific because it is Y/N. I’m worried about you.” She says, placing her hand on yours as you watch the doctor unwrap the final layer.

“Holy shit.” The doctor curses as blood actively runs from a gash in your arm onto the floor. A gasp is heard from Larissa as she grasps your hand tighter. “That’s not a good holy shit is it?” You already know the answer, not at all surprised when the doctor shakes his head. He presses the emergency button above your bed. “Not at all.” He grabs a sheet off the bed before looking at Larissa. “I hope your prepared to be here for a while. She’s severed a vein and needs surgery. She already should’ve died from the amount she’s lost.” You feel her tense next to you.

“Riss, I told you. I’ll be ok. Like he said, I should’ve already been dead. Clearly, I have things keeping me alive now. Go back to the school and make sure Wednesday doesn’t kill herself or make sure Ms Thornhill doesn’t shove that tree branch further up her ass.” You say, giving her a comforting hand squeeze and a soft smile.

“Y/N, I told you I’m not going anywhere. The school can manage fine without me for the rest of today. I’m not leaving you.” She says as nurses come running in, hooking you up to IV lines as you’re being wheeled out of the room.

You must admit, you don’t remember much after that. Your minds a blur as you lie in the hospital bed, the beeping machines waking you from the anaesthetic. Slowly opening your eyes, you see the sleeping form of Larissa in a makeshift bed next to you. You grab your phone off of the table. 2.32am. Why the fuck is she not getting sleep back at the school? She has work in a matter of hours. Sitting up, you lean over the bed, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. The contact is enough to wake her, her eyes flying wide open as she realises its you.

“Y/N!” She breathes, standing up to come to your bedside. “Riss, no offense, but you look terrible. Go back to the school and sleep, you have work later.” You say, reaching out to hold her hand. She shakes her head. “I asked the teachers to hold everything together, I mentioned a mishap with a student meant I had to stay in the hospital overnight. It’s all sorted.” You relax a bit hearing this. “Well fuck this. Were going back anyways, I don’t wanna stay here with this stupid shit beeping and a needle in my arm. Where’s my nurse at?” You press the call button as you start pulling up the sticky tape holding your IV in. “Can you grab me a tissue please?”

She stares at you in shock, grabbing the tissue. “Y/N, what in the fuck are you thinking?” You fold the tissue up into a small square, placing it on the point where the needle enters you, sliding it out quickly and pressing the tissue down. “I’m thinking that this bed is uncomfortable, I don’t get cuddles, this beeping is pissing me off, and I hate hospital. I know you’re thinking the same and legally they can’t force me to be here so lets get the fuck outta here.”

The door opens as a nurse walks in. “Oh you’re awake, how are you feeling? Do you need any pain meds?” She asks, coming to your bedside. “Nah I’m great, I just want to go back to school and sleep so could I please have my discharge papers?” The nurse matches Larissa’s previous expression as you say this, staring at you with utter shock and disbelief. “You just got out of surgery, are you sure that’s the best idea?” She stumbles over her words as she says this.

“Well I’m feeling fine and I know I’d heal better in a comfortable bed that’s literally anywhere but here. Also you legally can not keep me here so I wish to have my discharge papers so I can head back.” Larissa’s forehead rests in her hand as she rubs her temples as she says this. Knowing she can’t stop you, she just sighs, the nurse doing the same. “Alright, I’ll go talk to your doctor.”

“Fucking hell Y/N. You’re a fucking brat sometimes you know that?” Larissa sighs, shaking her head. “Oh, I was going for all the time… sorry I’ll up it a bit.”

“Don’t do that. You already have detention with me all next week, brats deserved to be punished.” She says, a cheeky smirk pulling at her lips as her voice drips with seduction.

“I think I can handle it.” Your words earn an amused chuckle from her. “Oh my darling, I know you won’t.” Her eyes glinting with desire and lust for you. You sit up, your faces mere inches a part. “Do your worst.” You lean towards her ear as you whisper this.

It’s at this moment that the nurse returns, a handful of papers in hand. Coming over to your bed, she sighs. “Although I’m sure you won’t take much of this into consideration, the doctor highly suggests you wait at least 24 hours after your surgery till you go home but as we all know you’re not going to do that, we need you to sign these papers to say that if anything happens, it was your decision to leave.”

You nod. “Anything, just get me out of here.” She hands you the pen and papers for you to sign. Mindlessly writing in your signature, the doctor takes one sheet for her and gives you the rest of your papers. “Alright, I wish you both the best, and a speedy recovery Y/N.” Eagerly, you get out of bed, Larissa holding your injured hand so you don’t reopen the wounds like you seem to enjoy doing lately. “Thanks for your help.” Larissa smiles at her as you’re already halfway out the room. Leaving the nurse speechless in the room, you both walk down the hallway.

“You know, you shouldn’t even be coherent right now. Yet you’re literally discharging yourself from hospital, are you sure this is the best idea?” Larissa says skeptically as the hospital doors slide open, the fresh winters night air hitting your face. Both of you, now jacketless, walk closer together, her arm around your shoulders as you head towards the car. “Well from a medical point of view, probably not. But I’m not about spend all night on an uncomfortable hospital bed surrounded by beeping machines and screaming patients in agony. I’d much prefer to be asleep in a comfy bed thank you.” She lets a sigh escape her, unlocking the car as it comes into view. “What am I gonna do with you Y/N?” She opens your door as she asks this.

“Whatever you want, Larissa.” You graze your hand over her cheek as you get into the car, giving her a teasing wink. Shutting the door, she lets out a silent groan. “Don’t tempt me Y/N.” She mutters under her breath, knowing exactly what she’d do to you if you did.

Getting in the car, her hand back on your knee like it was on the drive here. She turns the heater on as she reverses out of the park. The drive back was in a comfortable silence, the two of you humming along to songs as they come on.

Pulling into the school grounds, you take one last moment of warmth as the car comes to a stop. Taking a deep breath, you both exit the car. “Agh fuck me, it’s cold.” You exclaim, smoke exiting your mouth with everything word. Larissa just nods, knowing she very gladly would fuck you, pulling you into her as you walk.

You quietly slip through the doors to the school and walk through the familiar corridors to your room, huddling into Larissa for extra warmth. The minute you enter the office, the both of you dash for the next room, needing the warmth of the fire you left going. As soon as you open the door, you can feel the change in temperature, both of your shivering dying down.

Quickly getting changed, Larissa pulls you into bed with her. Lying in each others warm embrace, you let your legs tangle themselves together. Her hand reaches up to stroke your hair as your head rests on her shoulder. “I’m so glad you’re ok darling.” She murmurs, resting her cheek on your head. You pull yourself closer to her, smiling against her soft skin. “I told you, I’ve got you to fight for. I’m not going anywhere, you can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“You better not.” She whispers and you hum against her skin. You let your eyes close as her warmth envelopes your body. She smiles as you relax against her skin, your snores echoing from behind her ear. “I can’t lose you Y/N.” She whispers, placing a kiss to your forehead as she pulls you closer, closing her eyes.

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hii you have no ideia how happy I am that you have your requests open, I LOVE your writing sm!! if it’s not too much trouble for you I would love to ask for a Doc. Roe smut where he just can’t resist the reader and is very vocal about the effects the reader has on him?? thank you sm 💞💞

You ask and you will receive 😈😈😈😈 Doc Roe smut seems to be the most popular of all my work.

18+ content below the cut, it’s smuttttt so be warned! This was a tricky one because I wasn’t sure if you meant vocal as in during sex??? Or before/ after? Kinda incorporated the two. This isn’t proof read so I hope it’s okay, I kinda wish I did something a little different with it but oh well!

Eugene Roe x fem reader smut.

“Gene.” I whined, feeling the soft of his hands sneaking across the smooth of my nursing corps uniform, over my hips. My boyfriends face was slowly nudging closer to my neck, bending his body ever so slightly over mine as I felt the pushing of his front against my back.

Eyes narrowing, I focused on folding the bandages ahead of me, but there was something overwhelmingly distracting about what was happening in Gene’s lower region. Oh my god. “Are you-“

“Mm love this uniform.” Never the most vocal normally, only when he really got comfortable and somewhat intimate, did Gene become more confident with his… well words and abilities. I could feel the warmth spread to my face. We were in a flimsy medical tent in the middle of Austria. Whilst the threat of instant danger was gone, there was little to no privacy.

Spinning around, my lower back hit the back of the table, gazing back over Gene’s gentle eyes. “Do you?” Half playfully, I questioned him, receiving a nod in return. “And I love you.” He pointed out, stepping closer with a hand stroking gently over my cheek, gazing over the sensitivity of my neck as a soft hum escaped my lips. “And I love you Gene, but-“ he’d cut me off my pressing a gentle, quick kiss upon my lips. Our eyes lingered over one another, there was the obvious lust filling his, a sight I didn’t often get to see throughout the war, we barely had anytime for intimacy. Now the war within Europe was over, we’d been making up for lost time. Unable to resist, I tip toed up to him, kissing him a little more firmly this time.

The kiss heated, his hands gripping me all over, pulling me closer to him with a desperation unlike no other. “God, Gene.” I gasped, overwhelmed with lust for the man, my hand resting on his lower stomach. Gene was breathing quickly, chest rising and falling at a fast rate as his much larger hand slid over my own, eyes cautiously wandering down.

“Feel what you do to me…” his voice came out as a whisper as I let out an uncontrolled moan, allowing him to nudge my hand over the hardness of his bulge. It was all for me, he was all for me. At the sound of my soft whine, his eyes snapped back up, watching me inquisitively as my hand remained over his bulge for a few seconds.

That was until the opening of the tent flap startled us both, our bodies jumping up to attention, Gene’s head snapping over his shoulder to look at the intruder. Curse you Babe Heffron.

“Hey, Eugene- oh! Shit, ah, sorry, I didn’t realise you’d both be… in here- doing… that.” Amused, and slightly embarrassed, Babe attempted to turn around to conceal his laughter.

“Oh we weren’t doing that!!!” The defence quickly left my mouth. “Babe, ain’t you heard of knocking?” Gene mumbled, turning back down to me.

“There ain’t nothin’ to knock on!” “What do you need?” Gene then cleared his throat, clearly happening his fellow soldier would leave. I was kinda hoping the same, now Gene had initiated some kinda control over the situation, I was aching for more.

“Ah- don’t worry ‘bout it. Nothin’ important, I’ll leave you to go get back to whatever you were doin’.” With a smirk, Babes voice quietened as he backed further out of the tent. The instant he was gone, Gene dropped his head with an amused breath of laughter. I, however, unswayed by the interaction, moved up to kiss his jawline sweetly.

The softness of my lips made him inwardly exhale, fingers softly travelling over the hem of my skirt, teasing and tugging in a manner that indicated he wanted it off. Not giving up yet, my lips deepened their attack on his neck, kissing, licking, sucking as he let out another manly breath, especially when I moved up to the shell of his ear.

Swiftly, Gene lifted me by the back of the thighs, jumping me up onto the table behind me and nudging my legs apart with his body. “Gene, not in here.” My lips parted from his neck. Redness trailed where my lips had been, a mixture of lipstick and love bites marking the spot.

“I need ya’, so bad.” He hummed into my ear, stepping further in so his crotch was flush against mine. The feeling of his erection grazing over my inner thigh was teasing, and whether he meant to do it on purpose, it made my core begin to ache for more and more. “Right here.” Gene then borderline moaned, hips grinding into my core as a stunned gasp left my lips.

“All cos a’ this outfit.” He smirked, borderline giggling as a cheeky smile grew on my face now, stroking over his cheeks before my fingers daringly ran down to the buckle of his belt. “Let’s go somewhere more private. Then we don’t gotta worry about how loud we are.” I informed. Red in the face, Gene didn’t hesitate to agree. I walked in front of him, every step, sneaking off to one of the abandoned Nazi houses in which privacy was easy to find. The houses stretched on for miles, it wasn’t hard to find an undiscovered one.

I let out a soft moan of satisfaction when I opened the French doors to overlook the balcony facing the Austrian lake. It was beautiful. “Wow.” Gene muttered, pressing himself behind me.

“Mmm, come on then Gene, now you can do whatever you want to me.” With a look of lust, one glance was enough before he’d pressed his lips upon mine, stumbling us backwards so I was pressed against the balcony edge. I’d dreamt of Gene and I making love on a balcony here, now my fantasies were playing out, it was all too exciting.

Gene wasn’t in the mood for a slow build up, he was quick to have his fingers sliding up my inner thigh, the desperate ache of my pussy now becoming nothing short of painful. He cupped me teasingly, a quiet hum escaping my lips as I shifted his fingers over my clit. “Please, no teasing.” I shyly admitted as he gazed down over me, running his fingers over my heat.

“God, I need you so bad.” He borderline growled, lips pressing roughly against my temple as my hands now fought against the buckle on his belt. His hand was struggling to get under my stockings, whereas I’d shoved my hand down the front of his pants with ease. “You’re so hard, it must hurt.” I whined, leaning back to gaze up to the handsome man.

“Fuck.” He muttered, his other hand moving up to tug down my stockings. Crack. Out of frustration, the material of my stockings had ripped over my crotch, he paused for a moment, doubting whether he should’ve done that, but the heat of the moment spurred us on and soon I was pressing my tongue and lips right back up against his again.

My fingers wrapped over his cock, feeling him pulsate with every stroke I made over his sensitive tip. I started a rhythm, one of Gene’s hands moving to drop over my own, moving with me as a guttural moan escaped his lips. “I like it when I can hear you.” I shyly admitted as Gene exhaled out shakily. “Yeah?”

“uh huh.” “Well I like it when I can actually get into your pants.” He struggled, before ripping my tights some more. I moaned, his fingers pushing my panties to one side as he scooped up my wetness. He looked mesmerised for a moment, gently sliding his fingers back and fourth over my wet pussy. I could hear how wet I was, fuck, I was so turned on.

“Oh my god.” He lowly moaned, head dropping onto me and eyes closing as I slowed my moment over his cock. “Let me taste you. You always taste so good.” He muttered, then, dropping to his knees and not hesitating to attach his lips to my core.

“Oh my god, Gene.” One hand gripped the balcony’s edge, whilst the other was in his hair. My head tilted back, staring up at the tranquil sky above as my other hand came to grip his arm which was resting over my bum. A guttural hum escaped his closed lips causing me to gasp out again, god everything about this moment was overwhelming.

The way he sucked and licked over my sensitive core, his tongue swiping over my clit, it had me tensed out, aching for release. One of Gene’s hands slid up my thigh, he sucked one finger, lubricating it before sliding it inside of me. “Fuck, fuck.” I whined, fists balling in his short hair as he let out a slight moan from the sensation.

“Does that feel good?” He borderline teased as I dropped my head to face him between my legs. “Feels so good, don’t stop. Don’t stop.” I whispered out as a soft smile grew on his face. “M’ not gonna stop… you look so good from down here.” He groaned, pressing a light kiss just above my pubic bone before he swiped his tongue over my pubic mound and back through my slit.

As the tension inside of me grew, Gene had booked one leg over his shoulder in order to give me more pleasure. I couldn’t help but squirm and jerk around as his movements got faster, using two of his fingers to hit the perfect spot. “Oh- Gene, oh my god, you’re gonna make me cum.” I gasped out as his eyes met mine. He hummed and nodded against me, my hands were now tightly balled around the stone balcony behind me, shaking and trembling desperately.

Quickly, I chased my high, coming down with a loud whine of his name, feeling like I’d lost all of my senses apart from the throbbing off my pussy below. My eyes were closed when Gene made his way back up, “was that good, sweetheart?” He knew it was good.

“Mmmmhhh.” I moaned, fluttering my eyes open as he wiped his mouth before moving down to kiss me. “That turned me on so much, having you cum all over my face like that.” Shocked by his words, my lips tugged up, pulling him in for a gentle make out session.

“Can’t keep my hands off you.” He grumbled, squeezing my ass as he bunched up my skirt. “Where do you want me, Gene?” I panted, desperately unbuckling his uniform pants fully now, pushing them down to the floor as his cock sprung up.

“Wherever you want me, sweetheart.” He muttered again, breathless as one of his hands moved down to stroke over his cock lightly. An idea sprung to mind as I turned around on the balcony, lifting my dress fully now as Gene sighed out happily. He’d tugged down my ripped stocking and underwear, swiping his cock over my wetness. “Need a condom, just gimme a sec.”

“No…” I arched my crotch further into his cock, allowing him to feel the bare of my pussy against himself. I heard a quick breath leave his mouth, knowing he was struggling to not sink into me right away. “Are ya’ sure?” He muttered, leaning over me, both hands on mine as I nodded.

“Yeah, please Gene.” “Fuck.” He seethed as his tip slid in with a gentle push. My mouth dropped and eyes closed as I enjoyed the sounds of his pleasure right up against my ear. “Ah, ya’ feel too good.” He groaned, feeling him fill his length up inside of me carefully.

“Gene.” I moaned, hand clamping backwards over his back as he sweetly pressed a kiss to my kiss. For the first few seconds he was super gentle, allowing me to get used to the sensation as he ran his hands all over me, my back, my hands, my hair, my ass. It felt like he couldn’t get enough of me and it felt amazing.

“Does it feel good?” I smiled, feeling the thrust of his hips slowly push into mine. “Too good.” He sighed out, pushing himself up so he could increase the pace ever so slightly.

“You can go harder.” “God, you’re so tight though.” He strained as I gasped out feeling his cock hit into my G spot. “Fuck.” He cursed out, pushing his hips right up against my ass. “I don’t care if you cum quick, I want it Gene, please!” With one last whine, he began fucking into me at a more solid rate. I attempted to muffle my moans at first, but I very quickly learnt there was absolutely nobody around, so I let myself go fully.

“Gene!” I panted. “I wanna hear you, I wanna hear you, please.” Arching upwards, I stood on my tip toes and he pulled me against himself, hands working on the buttons off my dress before eventually pulling it over my head. I was left in my skimpy under gown which Gene removed swiftly, hands gripping my bare tits as he panted and moaned out against me.

“Oh god, I love you.” He groaned into my neck, kissing and biting desperately as I yelled out in pleasure, feeling the harsh thrusts of his hips against mine. He was pushing his cock as far inside me as possible, fucking me at an overwhelmingly fast rate as the sound of our skin slapping together filled the air.

“Oh fuck.” He tensed, stopping his thrusts all together. “I love you too- why did you stop?”

“Cos I’m gonna cum…” he sheepishly admitted, pulling out slowly to give himself a break. “You can cum, it’s okay.” I spun around, reaching up to wrap my arms around the back of his neck in order to kiss him deeply.

“Not so soon.” He muttered as my hands wrapped over him, replacing his own as my left hand came to cup at his full balls. “God, you’re so hard for me.” I whispered into his ear as he let out a soft, breathy moan, head dropping against my own.

“Does it hurt Gene, how hard you are for me?” I teased. “Stop.” He whispered, indicating I needed to shut up. “Why? Cos you’re gonna cum?” I scanned over his facial expression, stopping my movements as my hand moved up to his tie, slackening and releasing it from him.

“Ya’ killing me, Angel.” He exhaled out, unbuttoning his shirt as a playful smile grew on my face. “Where d’ya want me Gene?” I slid his khaki shirt off him, enjoying him completely bare for me. This is where he got shy, telling me what he wanted, if it didn’t involve my pleasure, then he was worried about answering.

My hand began moving against his wet cock, kissing him lightly. “Hm?” “Want ya’ mouth.” He admitted as I let out a gentle gasp, scanning over his eyes before not hesitating to drop down onto my knees. Gene stepped back a little, giving me more room as he watched me with an anticipating look, just waiting for the pleasure to begin.

“Like this?” I teased, licking up a stripe on his veiny cock. “Or like this?” I sucked over the sensitivity of his balls as he let out a cry, fist tightening in my hair. He’d managed to drag me back up to my lips were open around his cock. “Ya’ need to stop teasing me.” He warned as I giggled, sucking on the tip of his cock.

“No I don’t.” I licked his precum spilling out as his other hand now pushed on my head, down onto his cock as I had to resist giggling. This is exactly what I wanted, the way he’d lost control and started fucking my mouth. Even when I stopped bobbing my head he was still thrusting desperately into the back of my throat.

When his choppy breaths turned into grunts and groans, that’s when I knew he was close to release. My hand was squeezing gently over his balls, playing with them as I took over, deep throating his large cock before he began choking out boyish moans.

“Cum in my mouth, Gene.” I jerked him off at a fast rate, his back arching over, one hand in my hair tightly, the other on the balcony behind me as he let out a strained, “fuck.” Before he began spilling out onto my tongue, shooting ropes of his cum over my mouth, chin and tits.

He was groaning out loud, panting, his vocal moans turning me on even more as I sucked the last of his cum from the tip of his cock. Fuck, we’d made a mess, but it was worth it. Gene looked like an Angel coming down from his high, and he sounded like one as well.

After a few moments he regained full attention and his hand that was once tugging on my hair began stroking gently. “Are you okay?” He breathlessly asked, a smile growing on my face as I wiped the cum off my chin sheepishly. “Yeah. Are you?” He helped wipe my face clean as I giggled a little, allowing him to pull me back onto my feet.

“I’m so good now…”

#Band of brothers smut #Gene roe x reader #eugene roe x reader #Eugene roe smut #Doc roe x reader #Band of brothers x reader

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So David making the show gayer and listening to his collaborators... is a bad thing. Even if you weren't twisting his words, you're not making the point you think you are.

I did never say anything like that, what I sad is that the show was never supposed to be so queer in the beginning and that pretty much all of the queer details about the characters came from the queer actors. My conclusion was not “David Jenkins bad because he didn’t want to make a queer show”, my conclusion was “it is beautiful that these queer people poured their hearts into it and created something with a lot of meaning for other queer people”.

Yes I also used phrases like “we were never even supposed to have what we got” and “This show was NEVER supposed to give us beautiful things and treat it’s queer characters with “kindness”! It was NEVER supposed to be for queer people!”, implying that I personally felt like s2 made some choices that I, with my personal experience as a queer person was disappointed in (such as cutting all the poly scenes and killing of the older queer characters right after giving him a coming out arc, in doing so removing an actor who is very vocally supportive of trans people which I, as a trans person appreciate and used the opportunity on convention panels to talk about queer rights and removing the only of the three most central characters in s2 actually played by a queer person, etc.).

But that was just a tiny and implied undertone in an overwhelmingly positive post, in which I praise the cast of the show. And for the record, I DO think that it is great that DJ made these adjustments, I work in theater and occasionally in film and know that it is also not uncommon or bad to make changes as the project evolves and actors flesh out the roles more. I simply pointed out that he is not the one who originally had the ideas to make it this queer and that he originally didn’t plan to let the main queer love story end with a happy ending. Firstly this is not a bad thing, there are a lot of shows out there that aren’t queer, no body is “required” to make queer shows. Secondly where the hell am I twisting his words, he LITERALLY said all of the things I listed as changes towards a more queer show himself and you can find all the interviews linked in the source I gave in my post! Again the over all tone of my post was “oh my god, look what crazy info I stumbled upon and isn’t it fucking fantastic that these gorgeous queers have turned this regular show into something that means so much to us”. And that you manage to take that positive post and read something sooooo negative into it, just because someone dares to say that maybe David isn’t this amazing queer rights activist that some fans make him out to be and didn’t plan on making a revolutionary queer show, is honestly baffling to me.

I am also not “trying to make any point”, this is my personal block with barely 30 followers where I described my personal feelings towards factually true information and my personal feelings are:

I fucking love Vico, I fucking love Con, I fucking love Kristian (also Nathan and every queer person who worked on this behind the scenes) but I’m not gonna kiss David Jenkins feet for something that wasn’t even his idea, I don’t “owe” a cis straight guy who dosnt understand half of why the things his queer cast came up with are so important, gratitude. I gladly and freely extend a big fucking chunk of gratitude to queer actors who put their heart and soul into their queer roles way more then they are required to. Hope this helps.

#the gentlebeardies are at it again #now you can’t even compliment the actors anymore without being a hater #ofmd season 2 #ofmd drama #ofmd #ofmd s2 #ofmd discourse #fandom culture #why the fuck is this fandom so toxic #why are you going into peoples post just to tell them they like the wrong things about a show #I don’t purposefully search for gentlebeard posts just to yell at them that actually Stizzy is way better #If you disagree with a take based on actual show facts argue about it in a polite way #If you dislike a take ignore/block and move on but don’t come at people screeching “you’re wrong/not making the point you think you make”#our flag means death #toxic fandom #ofmd 2 #david jenkins

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brain thoughts whilst watching s2 ep1

if u saw me post some of these as their own posts no u didnt

-y'all are so smart for predicting that the steard HAD to be a fantasy/dream sequence

-"I never made you leave him. You did that yourself" *stede kills him* hmmmmmm definitely not a metaphor for stede trying to kill/silence the part(s) of himself and his actions that he hates and is ashamed of and that story arc DEFINITELY isn't a parallel to Ed's comatose dream journey we see later in ep 3 when he confronts Hornigold's ghost only to realize that it's actually a manifestation of Ed's self-hatred. this is just a silly little pirate show with silly little fake sword battles that's all :)

-Okay. We know this is a fantasy. We know this is a silly little pirate show. We know it's a haha funny comedy with two of the best comedic actors the world has ever seen in the starring roles. And Yet. The ungodly heartbreaking "Ed" that Stede yells the second time just before running to him is so gut-wrenching, so full of desperation, so overwhelmingly breathtaking in the undeniable agony laced throughout that one syllable, I wish god had put me in Izzy's place instead bc it would've been a thousand times less painful to literally be stabbed directly through my abdomen than to hear Stede say Ed's name like that while tears well up in his eyes

-watching stede and ed run like that gave me the ick im so sorry yall i wanted to be brave about it but i just cant be

-okay but WHY am i blushing when Ed looks directly into the camera for his lines in the fantasy sequence.........how in the hell did stede not spontaneously combust the second those stupidly big brown beautiful doe eyes made eye contact with him

-EVERYONE SHUT UP STEDE'S FACE AFTER HE AND ED COLLIDE AND ARE ROLLING AROUND IN THE SAND IS A LOOK OF ABJECT DESPERATION AND AGONY WHAT THE FUCK HE MISSES HIM SO MUCH AND FEELS SO GUILTY HE CAN'T EVEN BE TRULY HAPPY IN HIS OWN DREAMS

-"I knew you'd find me, babe" "You're not mad?" "I knew you'd find me, love" "So, we're good? About everything?" "Fuckin' love the beard, mate" Even in Stede's dreams Ed does not confirm that everything is alright between them. I'm starting to think this dream sequence is actually a nightmare sequence because he gets confronted by his fears by not only Izzy throwing it in his face that Stede left Ed of his own volition but Ed steadfastly refusing to answer Stede's questions about their relationship being okay

-in stede's dream ed has his full beard because that's a marker of the last time/era stede remembers being truly happy with ed before he ruined everything at the naval academy and broke ed's heart so severely it turned him into the very monster the rest of the world always wrongly made him out to be

-"can't be worse than you moaning 'ed, oh ed' all night long" black pete my beloved

-GOD stede's hair and scruff look so GOOD on him what the HELL

-WEE JOHN'S HAIR AND EYELINER AND PIERCINGS AND EVERYTHING LOOK SO GOD DAMN GOOD HE LOOKS SO GOD DAMN GOOD

-stede's silly little thumbs up to the swede as jackie makes him throw that ass in a circle reblog if u agree

-stede talking to the patrons at spanish jackie's is just a typical customer interaction working in the service industry

-ayo i think spanish jackie's is serving food now?? guess that overhead issue she mentioned to geraldo in s1 is no longer an issue bc that place is popping

-if ricky was able to clock stede immediately and doesn't think he's dead even after his very public and very loony-tunes-esque death then how many people in barbados actually believe he's dead??? does the whole town just kinda know he faked it and have accepted that he abandoned his family, became a pirate, came back home, drunkenly bisexualized his ex(??) wife's new boo thang, then faked his death so he could abandon his family again???

-"Demon? I'm the fuckin' Devil" I can't accurately put into words how hearing this line so softly spoken paired with seeing Ed's beautiful kohl-covered eyes as the guitar and xylophone from the song kicks in has affected me but I can say with 100% certainty it is the root cause of my new mental illness, whatever that may be

-fuck OFFFFFFFFFFFF EVERYONE LOOKS SO FUCKING GOOD ON THE KRAKEN CREW IT'S ACTUALLY INSANE

-LOVE LOVE LOVE the freeze frame with the day of the week overlay it is SUCH a visually excellent component of those scenes

-i know we're all supposed to be very sad and upset at ed shooting a guy (that was BASICALLY ALREADY DEAD) but for the love of GOD that man has never served so much princess babygirl gender in one cocking and shooting of a gun as he did in that scene

-JUST REALIZED ED IS WEARING A LONG TRENCH COAT JACKET THING IN THE SHOOTING SCENE AND THAT'S WHY THAT SHOT IS AFFECTING ME SO MUCH IT LOOKS LIKE A DRESS

-the immediate stoppage of the music with the smash cut to the crew trying to process the trauma that they've been through is so fucking funny, the editors have absolutely mastered the science of comedic timing

-"i dunno, i've never really been to a wedding before so i've got nothing to compare it to really" archie my beloved

-"i've never seen blackbeard like this. he didn't even bat an eye when ivan got killed" i don't have the energy to really put all my thoughts about this into coherent sentences, so all i'll say is that i'm really disappointed this is how they chose to deal with ivan not being in the show anymore. idk what went down with guz khan and whomever made the decision not to invite him back for s2, but at the very least i feel like they could've either written him off in some other way or simply not mentioned him at all. killing him off in one sentence that gets immediately interrupted with a comedic line just doesn't sit right with me

-"i lock the box and then i don't open it again" frenchie just like me fr

-i know stede did NOT just say "he's just blowing off some steam" in response to olu pointing out that ed has been committing so many crimes they literally had to start listing them on the back of the wanted posters. it's giving "girlfriend whose boyfriend acts like a massive asshole to her in front of her friends but she tells them he's actually soooo sweet when it's just the two of them together"

-"well, we can't turn up with any old ship. we need to look good" stede you literally haven't touched clean water in who knows how long, i think pulling up to the revenge in a dope af whip might need to be a little lower on your priority list babe

-the way ed gently strokes that cake topper before stuffing it in his jacket right above his heart like he used to do with the red silk bc stede's entire being eclipsed the silk when he became ed's whole heart. cinema

-i said it before and i'll say it again: izzy looks like a sad clown with his rudy giulliani lookin ass hair dye dripping down his face and the black panda rings around his eyes as a sad excuse for war paint

-when watching the first ep for the first time, i found myself becoming extremely uncomfortable and even anxious at times watching ed doing drugs and having a very public spiral that he takes out on the crew. massive props to taika and the writers for being able to make me genuinely a little terrified of Blackbeard in those scenes

-conathan o'neill. words cannot describe how enrapturing every single second of screentime you get is. every pixel of your performance is pure perfection. every tear that glimmers in your eye but refuses to fall is gloriously gut-wrenching. every laugh out of izzy's mouth is uniquely, ineffably uncomfortable in ways that should be futilely studied by science. also u look really hot when you're leaning on the rigging in the storm

-the swede shaking his head "no" at stede trying to warn him not to talk back to jackie when she steals their savings. he was trying to help his friends :(

-"i know that guy, we had breakfast together :D" "you'll be having a lot of breakfasts together" "oh okay :))" the swede my beloved

-buttons opening his mouth when it starts raining. buttons my beloved

-"im afraid your...your life is better without me" is SUCH an amazing line read from rhys, the way stede's voice hitches and you can hear the tears in his throat as he tries to voice his deepest fears is so incredibly moving which is why i got both the ick and medically diagnosed whiplash when he busts out that extraordinarily cringe ed voice to RESPOND TO HIMSELF. idk what's wrong with that man but it's not in ye olde DSM-5

-the fact that, once again, in stede's own imagination ed is not refuting stede's fears but is rather confirming them in the case of him talking to ed's wanted poster about how he's worried ed's life is better without stede in it and stede responding "could be...could be mate" in "ed's" voice is actually really desperately tragic and heartbreaking when you think about it ! :)

-"i know everything about you" i truly hate to say it but SOME of us, and im not saying who (me), are unfortunately extremely ricky-coded. it's giving "hi kevin" in spongebob

-"i, too, am a child of wealth" STOOOOPPPPPPPP I WAS ABSOLUTELY HOWLING AT THIS LINE IDK WHAT THE WRITERS ARE GETTING PAID BUT IT NEEDS TO BE ON PAR WITH WHATEVER RICHES RICKY WAS CLEARLY STRUGGLING WITH AS A CHILD VICTIM OF TOO MUCH MONEY

-someone smarter than me should do an analysis on how quickly stede's attitude towards ricky flipped once ricky told stede he was his hero and the gentleman pirate saved his life and how stede maybe saw a lot of his past self in ricky and is intimately aware of how the mundanity of living a life that's been prescribed to you from birth with expectations you could never live up to can drive you to the edge unless you choose to do something drastic to change your situation and how stede already feels like such a failure because of both the situation with his family/old life AND with ed/his new life that he took the opportunity to be the kind of gentle guide he could've used when he was starting out in the same situation ricky is before stede met ed and started to learn the ropes more. so if ur reading this please get on that thx <3

"my time with jackie has been the happiest of my life. her love has helped me locate parts of myself i didn't even know existed" (his prostate) "and reclaim others that i had long missed" (his teeth and nails)

-"but...i owe you a life debt and i am bound to honor it" something something mary telling stede "we made a contract in front of god and i am bound to honor that" something something stede being told by multiple people he cares about that the only reason they're dealing with him is because of societal convention

-i was gonna start this post off with "sorry" but i actually will not be apologizing for the unabated foaming-at-the-mouth level of hedonistic intoxication i experience every time i look at ed in his warpaint. if you have any issues with this that's between u and god buddy

-"i have...love for you, edward" actually made me gasp so hard i choked

-"i heard that you think the vibe here on the ship is poisonous" ed said VIBE CHECK and then took izzy's leg

-fang whimpering is actually illegal

-ed asking blackbeard about the vibes on the ship was such an incredibly well done performance from taika because i was genuinely so uncomfortable watching that go down i almost had to look away

-frenchie shaking his head "no" at izzy after izzy yells at ed to stop with his insane blackbeard monologue about the vibes on the ship is such a tiny moment but speaks VOLUMES about how trauma-bonded that crew has become under the kraken's rule. frenchie doesn't want to see izzy get even more hurt than he already does on a daily basis but i think he also knows it's already too late

-god the way ed just casually turns away and shoots izzy the second he hears the first "st" syllable of stede's name is so chilling

>>>side note: does ed look away because he can't watch himself actually hurt izzy THAT badly? he later turns his back to izzy in the hopes izzy will shoot him and when he doesn't, ed leaves before izzy shoots himself

-izzy's resigned inhale and small smile before starting to say "your feelings for stede bonnet" is so unbelievably heartbreaking because he knows. he knows he's about to get majorly fucked up for what he's about to say but he's tired of everyone walking on delicate shards of glass around ed

-the fucking joke of "how are you so good at this" because he's literally doing the swedish massage. credit goes to my friend shane for realizing this right away when it would've taken me 20 rewatches to come close to getting it

-"I can't believe how well this is going" black pete my beloved

-"this is where you went wrong with the whole gentleman pirate thing. details like this are important to build a brand" she's an influencer

-"i cant believe you guys robbed jackie. wow. so bad" the swede my beloved

-wee john covering his nose as jackie says she's about to get more noses for her nose jar

-"aint you that soup bitch" "im the money bitch" well im gay and i want them both to step on me

-"it's okay sexy dutchman"

-ed crying on the bow of the ship is sooooooooooo insane to me like i keep getting reminded of the fact that he's literally been crying every single night for MONTHS over stede

-"never going back to land. we're gonna sail, rob, and raise hell forever and ever without end" "sounds like a plan" frenchie's face as he realizes he's probably gonna spend the rest of his life on that ship may have actually caused heart damage

-HI THE TRANSITION FROM ED SAYING "FUCK YOU STEDE BONNET" AND LOOKING AT THE MOON TO STEDE LOOKING AT THE SAME MOON AND SAYING "GOODNIGHT ED TEACH" SHOULD EITHER BE GIVEN AN OSCAR OR CODIFIED AS A VIOLATION OF THE GENEVA CONVENTION I JUST DON'T KNOW WHICH ONE YET

#ofmd #our flag means death #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #edward teach #stede bonnet

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