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grxmreaperx · 7 months

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Professor Hoffman

Pairing: (professor!) Mark Hoffman x (f!) reader

Word count: 3.1k (oops)

Warnings: 18+!! this is absolute filth. Daddy kink, choking, oral (m! receiving), fingering (f! receiving), dirty talk, p in v penetration, creampie, age gap (everyone is over 18!!), praise/degradation. Mark being a bastard. I’m so sorry

Summary: You weren’t expecting much from your criminology class. But when you see your professor for the first time, you realize the class may be much more interesting than you were expecting.

I went so overboard with this. I do not know where this came from. I apologize for my actions. Also, all of my knowledge comes from Jim Can’t Swim and Explore With Us interrogation analysis videos, so don’t come for me if some of the criminology stuff is wrong!!

You walked into the lecture hall, bag digging into your shoulder after a long day, trying to find a seat. You sighed. Almost every seat was full, people congregating in the back. You set yourself down in the second row from the front, one of the few empty seats.

You pulled your laptop out of your bag, trying to keep yourself awake. This was your last class of the day and all you could think about was getting back to your apartment and having a nice dinner.

You stifled a yawn, eyes unfocused on your screen.

“Welcome, everyone.”

The deep voice jolted you from your haze, drawing your eyes up from your computer, and onto him.

You felt a jolt run through your body as you took him in. Dark hair neatly pushed back, full lips, chest straining at his suit.

“I’m Professor Hoffman. I’ll be your criminology instructor this semester.”

Shit, maybe you weren’t so ready to go home anymore.

That was the one class you didn’t find yourself dreading. Your other psychology and criminal justice classes were a bore, lecturers talking monotonously for an hour and twenty minutes as you tried desperately to stay awake. Professor Hoffman’s class was actually interesting, it challenged you, made you think. He didn’t force you all to listen to him talk the entire time, even if you wouldn’t have minded hearing that voice for hours on end. He had been a detective before switching to teaching a few years back, so he played interrogation tapes, having you all watch the body language, the word choice, the facial expressions of the suspect.

And it was nice to have something pretty to look at while he taught.

You were a bit embarrassed by how many times he had caught you staring at him. You had never looked at a professor as anything more than a teacher, a mentor, before now. But during his lecture, you found your mind drifting. What his voice would sound like in your ear, how his hands would feel roaming over you, the noises he would make.

You had had your fair share of adventures in college, going out with your friends and ending up in someone’s bed every once in a while. But none of them had been anything to brag about; frat boys only in it for themselves, guys who had no idea what they were doing, or didn’t know how to make it last.

You needed something more, something satisfying.

“So, tell me, do you think this suspect was guilty or not guilty? And tell me why.”

His voice shook you out of your daydream, bringing you back to your reality. Your eyes scanned over the screen, trying to remember bits and pieces of the interrogation you were supposed to have been watching.

You raised your hand; as much as you hated it, you wanted to impress the man. You wanted to show him that you were smart, that you knew what you were talking about. And that you were paying attention, not just staring at him the entire time.

He nodded towards you, telling you to go ahead. “Not guilty. He got angry when you accused him, which is a very typical response from someone who is being falsely accused. And he didn’t use any hedge words when he was talking, which would be unusual for a guilty person. And there’s no obvious motive.”

Your professor smirked, nodding along as you answered. “Very good. That’s exactly right. Another clue to tell you this was…”

You zoned out, trying to contain yourself at his praise.

He scolded himself, his gaze continuously falling onto you throughout every class.

He had left the police department a couple years ago, looking for a job with shorter hours, more time to relax, less frustration.

But now he had a different kind of frustration.

Every class, there you were. Sitting right in front of him, eyes watching him intently as he spoke. He saw the way your face changed every time he walked in the room, your tired face lighting up a bit. He saw the way your gaze lingered on him when you were supposed to be working on an assignment, or watching one of the interviews you were meant to be dissecting.

He noticed your attempts to impress him, always eager to answer his questions. You were always there early, even when others began to slowly fade out, showing up late or not showing up at all.

And, he had to admit, it was working. You were smart, and he could see how interested you were in this topic, even if you seemed to be a bit more interested in him than the class. He knew you’d make a great detective one day; your understanding of others’ minds would be a great asset to the force.

He almost wished he hadn’t left the department. He would give anything to still be in his position when you were first starting out in the field, eager to learn, to impress, to please. He would love for you to train under him, your frustration growing as he teased you, giving you smaller and smaller tasks, making you prove yourself.

He pulled himself away from his thoughts, shuffling his notes together before the start of class.

“Alright everyone, I’ve posted your grades for your last assignment. Some of you did very well, others seem to be a bit distracted in this course.” He purposefully shifted his gaze, meeting your eyes as he spoke this last part.

He suppressed a smirk as he saw your face flush.

“Now, the rational choice theory…”

“I really don’t know what I’m doing wrong in that class,” you sighed.

Your friend nodded. “I mean, he is a pretty tough grader. I don’t think I’ve gotten above a C on anything.”

“Yeah, but I feel like my work is good! Some of it he seems to really like, and then others he’s super harsh. But I thought this last paper was really good!”

“Maybe you should go talk to him about it. Maybe he could help you out, tell you what you’re doing wrong.”

“Yeah, I guess. I probably should. I really like this class; I want to do well in it.”

Your friend smirked. “Do you like the class, or do you like the hot professor?”

You lightly slapped their arm. “Shut up, I don’t think he’s hot.”

They laughed. “Of course you do! I see you staring at him all the time! It’s ok: he is pretty hot.”

You felt your face heating up. “Ok, maybe I think he’s kinda hot, but I like the class too!”

“I hear you.”

As class ended the next day, you took a breath. You shouldn’t be this nervous to talk to him, he was your professor, of course he would be willing to help you. You lingered in your seat for a few moments, taking longer than usual to stuff your laptop back in your bag. As people filed out of the room, you carefully approached his desk.

“Professor Hoffman?”

He looked up, smiling slightly as he met your eyes. “Yes, what can I do for you?”

“I was hoping that maybe you had time to talk to me about my last paper? I was wondering if you could tell me what I did wrong, or what I could improve next time?”

He regarded you for a moment and you couldn’t help but shift a bit under his gaze.

“Of course. I have another class in a few minutes, but I have time to meet tomorrow, if you’d like.”

You nodded, thanking him as he gave you a time and his office number. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

He smirked. “See you then. Don’t be late.”

“What are you all dressed up for?” your friend asked.

“What? I’m not dressed up. Do I look dressed up?”

“I mean, maybe not dressed up, but you look nice. What’s the occasion?”

“Nothing, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

They smiled. “Oh! Now I remember. You have your meeting with the hot professor today! That’s why you dressed so cute.”

“I did not!”

“I don’t believe you. You better hurry up, don’t you have to be there in a few minutes?”

You looked at your phone, cursing under your breath. They were right, you only had a couple minutes before your meeting. You sped up your pace, telling your friend you’d see them later as they walked to their class building.

“You better tell me all about it! Don’t do anything inappropriate, young lady!”

You hurried into the brick building that held Professor Hoffman’s office, trying to find the room number he had given you. Your eyes scanned the plaques next to each door, looking for the one engraved with his name. When you finally found it, the door was shut. You knocked softly, waiting patiently until you heard a voice tell you to come in.

You pushed the door open, examining his office as you entered. One wall was lined with bookshelves, filled with books on psychology, criminal justice, and what looked like case files. His desk sat in front of the window, his back to the light streaming in through the glass. He sat, leaned back in his desk chair, shirt slightly unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

“Take a seat,” he said, motioning to the chair in front of his desk. You quickly complied, smoothing your skirt as you sat down.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you when you walked into his office, closing the door behind you. He should have punished you right then for testing him like that: all dressed up for him, pretty skirt cutting off just above your knees, shirt lower cut than he had ever seen you wearing in class.

“So,” he started, trying to regain his composure. “You wanted to talk to me about your paper?”

You nodded. “Yes, sir.” Fuck. “I was wondering if you could tell me what I could have done better with this assignment. I thought I did really well on it, until I got my grade back.”

He cleared his throat. “Yes, well, it was very well-written. And you have the concepts down. But your job was to analyze the video, not just repeat what I had said in class. Even if you put it a bit more eloquently than I did.” He smiled. “I almost get the feeling that you’re a bit…distracted in my class.

He watched as you became flustered, a smile still on his lips. “Well, professor, I just – I just have a lot on my mind. Sometimes it wanders, you know?” Your eyes darted around, staring at your hands, your bag on the floor, the surface of his desk.

He nodded. “Wanders to what?”

He couldn’t help the smug look on his face as you struggled to answer. He knew what your mind wandered to, he could see it on your face when you were supposed to be paying attention to his lectures. He saw the blush on your face, the way your pupils were blown. And he knew exactly where your mind was wandering to.

“Well, you know, to other things I have to do.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Like me?”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

“You heard me. I see the way you stare at me, the look on your face when I catch you. You think I have no idea what you think about when you’re in my class? You think I can’t read you like a book, sweetheart?”

He tilted his head, watching as you took in his words. You looked like a deer in headlights, knowing he had figured out your secret. He saw the way your body stiffened at the pet name, your legs pressing together.

“I’ll tell you what,” he started, against his better judgement. “You really want to improve your grade?”

You nodded. He told himself to stop, to kick you out of his office before he put his career in jeopardy. But, God, the look on your face, so eager to hear what he had to say, pretty face flushed with embarrassment, legs squeezed together so tight he thought you might explode.

“Cmere,” he said in a low voice.

You slowly stood, making your way around his desk to stand in front of him. “Tell me, sweetheart,” he growled. “Where does your mind wander to during my class? I want to hear you tell me.”

“To you,” you said softly.

“Cmon, baby, you can do better than that.” He knew he was being a dick, he saw how flustered you were, how you were trying to work up the courage to answer his question. And he loved it.

“To you – to you…”

“To me fucking you?” he helped.

“Yes.” Your eyes were fixed on your hands.

“Look at me and say it.”

Your eyes met his. “My mind wanders to – to you fucking me.”

“Much better. Now, you really want to improve your grade, sweetheart?”

You nodded and he saw the eagerness in your eyes, waiting for him to tell you what to do.

“Then get on your fuckin’ knees.”

He smiled, chuckling as you quickly dropped to your knees in front of his chair, hands getting to work on his belt. He watched your eyes widen as you released him from his dress pants and couldn’t help the feeling of pride that swelled in his chest.

“Something wrong, baby?” he asked, cocky smile spreading across his face. You shook your head. “Then go on.”

He let out a deep groan as you took him into your mouth, placing a hand on the back of your head. He wrapped his hand in your hair, guiding you as his dick hit the back of your throat. “Such a good girl.” He leaned his head back against the chair, savoring the feeling of your head bobbing on his cock.

His looked back down at you, eyes darkening as he saw how eagerly you sucked him off, spit coating your lips, tears welling in your eyes every time you took him down your throat. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little distracted during classes too, picturing you just like this.

He pulled your head back by your hair until you were looking up at him. “Get up here, sweetheart,” he said, motioning to his lap.

You shakily got to your feet before straddling his lap, setting your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. He reached under your skirt, hands gripping your ass. He watched as you began to grind your clothed core on his dick, admiring the desperate look on your face.

“What’s the matter, baby?” he asked, hand slowly wrapping around your throat. “So desperate for me. No one been taking care of this pussy?”

You frantically shook your head, grinding down harder.

“Poor little slut. Take them off. I’ll take good care of you, sweetheart.”

You shifted on his lap, pulling your underwear down your legs and tossing them to the side. He slowly ran a finger through your folds, letting out a low hum. “God, baby, this all for me?” Your answer was cut off by him pushing two fingers inside of you, your words turning to a moan. He slowly pumped his fingers, curling them inside you while your ground down on his hand.

“Poor baby, those college boys don’t know how to make you feel good? You’re so fuckin’ desperate.” You quickly shook your head, too lost in the feeling of him working you to form words. You whined when he pulled his fingers out.

He lined himself up at your entrance, the other hand wrapping around your waist, holding you steady. “Go on, baby. Show me how needy you are.”

You slowly slid yourself down onto his cock, mouth falling open as he stretched you out. His head fell back onto his chair, eyes screwing shut, before quickly opening them again, taking in the sight of you full of his dick. He placed his hands on your hips, keeping you steady as you began to bounce. You quickly picked up the pace, grinding yourself down on him, eyes clouded from pleasure.

Your moans filled his ears, eyes roaming your body as you fucked yourself on his cock.

“God, baby, you look so fuckin’ pretty. Such a good little whore for me, hmm?”

“Yes, yes, just for you, Daddy!” you moaned, before quickly catching yourself. He saw your eyes widen, realizing what you had just said.

He wrapped his strong arm around your waist, standing from his chair, still buried deep inside you, before setting you on his desk. He wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing slightly and pushing your back down onto the surface. “Say it again.”

“I’m all yours, Daddy,” you said softly.

“That’s fuckin’ right baby.” He set a fast pace, roughly fucking into you, one hand still around your throat, the other gripping your hip so hard he knew it would probably leave marks.

He let out a groan at the sight of you underneath him, skirt bunched around your waist, mouth hanging open, hands gripping his arms. He watched your back arch off the table, squeezing your eyes shut.

He froze, abruptly stopping his thrusts. “Look at me when you cum on my dick, baby. Fuckin’ look at me or I’ll stop again. Understand?”

“Yes sir,” you cried, eyes locked on his.

“Much better.” His fingers found their way to your clit as he continued burying himself in you. “Cum for me baby, show me how much you love my cock.”

Your nails dug into his arm as your legs shook around him, moaning loudly as you reached your high. He felt his own end coming on. He leaned down, his face inches from yours. “Tell me sweetheart, where do you want me to cum?”

“Inside…” was all you could manage, still overcome with pleasure.

He smiled. “You want me to fill you up, baby?” You nodded, begging him to fill you.

His pace faltered as he came, gripping your hips tightly. He let go of you, placing his hands on his desk, catching his breath. He slowly pulled out of you, pulling his pants back up and tossing you your underwear. You carefully sat up, legs still shaking slightly.

He settled himself back in his chair, leaning back and running a hand through his hair. He smirked at you, sitting on his desk, completely undone.

“I suppose I can raise your grade on that paper,” he started. “But I do think we should have weekly tutoring sessions. You obviously need some more help with this.” He smirked at you. “Does that sound good to you?”

You never agreed to something faster in your life.

I really liked writing this, if y’all like it I may give you a part 2👀

#mark hoffman x reader #mark hoffman #fanfiction #fanfic #smut #saw #saw franchise

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preeningpisces · 27 days

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JJK Men & Their Love Languages

I’m of the belief everyone feels/gives love with all 5, but I'm picking their top ones for giving & receiving.

Includes: Choso, Geto, Gojo, Nanami and Toji

Let me know your thoughts 🩷

Below the cut! Pure fluff

Choso

Giving: Acts of Service

♡ Choso is fiercly protective and doting, it only makes sense that his way of expressing affection is doing everything he can to make your life better. Being loved by Choso is becoming a bit of a princess LOL he will offer to do just about everything for you. Oh, you forgot your phone in the other room? Sit back down he'll get it. You need to carry in groceries? Don't worry about it, he'll bring them all in and put them away. He feels the need to take care of the people he loves

Receiving: Physical Touch

♡ His body is brand new! Like Gojo he's touch-starved, but because it's all new to him it amazes him that you choose to be with him. Not just in the sexual way, but simply the act of hugging him, or playing with his hair makes him feel loved and cherished. Grounds him in his body. He can’t separate physical from emotional, sees them as one in the same when it comes to love & intimacy

Geto

Giving: Quality Time

♡ Making an effort to seek you out and spend time with you is a sign he’s into you, because he really enjoys his alone time! Love from him is taking time/effort to plan dates/hang outs, prioritizing you & not making you feel like you’re just getting his leftover time. It shows his attentiveness, that he knows what you enjoy doing. He isn’t the type that invites you over & just plays video games the whole time—he always has something in mind that you’ll both enjoy, even if it’s as simple as watching a show together. Or just something you enjoy! As long as it makes you happy

Receiving: Gift Giving

♡ I think this one might come as a shock but hear me out. Gifts don't have to be bought, they can be as simple as seeing a cool rock and giving it to your partner. For Geto the reminder that you're thinking about him when he's not around, and that you know what he likes makes him feel loved. Honestly, non-material things are usually more his speed. Sending song recs, funny memes, sending updates about your day, facts you think he'll find cool, etc. He’s very considerate & observant of the ppl he loves, having it reciprocated means a lot to him

Gojo

Giving: Physical Touch

♡ Physical touch doesn’t equal sex. For Gojo, being in love means being vulnerable, and allowing himself to turn off limitless. Because he has so much space between him and the world, he’s pretty touch-starved, and is almost clingy with you. Always wants a hand or arm around you, cuddling, etc. Gojo is kind of emotionally constipated, so he's better at expressing affection physically than verbally. Childish in the way he likes to pester you affectionately, like poking or pinching you. Prepare for bear hugs where he squeezes the shit out of you

Receiving: Quality Tme

♡ Gojo is a living legend, it's almost like the name Satoru Gojo doesn't even refer to him as a person anymore--just the Strongest. Because of this, Gojo feels loved when you see him for him, and want to spend time with him because you like him for just being Satoru. Inviting him over to watch a movie, or hell, just play on your phones in each others presence makes him feel wanted. It’s his presence you want, not his name

Nanami

Giving: Gift giving

♡ You know he fucks w/ you if he’s spending his $$ on you. He shows his love quietly, and through his actions. Love from him is picking up your favorite pastry when he gets bread for himself, buying the shirt you pointed out in the window shop & surprising you with it; he doesn’t make a show of giving it to you, instead he’ll just leave it folded where you can find it. Secretly enjoys when you make a big deal about it tho. It shows he always has you on his mind, and pays attention to the things you like. He just likes to see you happy and smiling!

Receiving: Acts Of Service

♡ Nanami is the type to bear others’ burdens. We hear him say things like ‘leave it to me,’ ‘I’ll take care of it,’ etc. Someone who wants to take care of him makes his heart leap. Someone who is concerned about his wellbeing, and checks up on him. Someone who will offload some of his stress simply because they care, and aren’t looking for something in return. Knowing what he needs and how to help him without needing to be asked

Toji:

Giving: Acts of Service

♡ I’ve touched on this before but Toji takes care of you when he’s in love. Very passively, similar to Nanami, but I think he gets more embarrassed if you make a big deal of it. He’s the type to go put gas in your car for you, or wake up early to scrape the ice off your windows & shovel the driveway so you aren’t late for work.

Receiving: Words of Affirmation

♡ Toji was raised to believe he’s trash & not good enough, I think hearing encouragement & being appreciated verbally means a lot to him. Telling him you need and want him makes him feel loved. Not necessarily sappy things, more of appreciative commentary/observations if that makes sense—things that are grounded in reality. Saying he’s the moon to your stars or something isn’t going to mean shit to him. But telling him you couldn’t have done X without him? That’s what makes him feel loved. Lowkey has low self-esteem, pls tell this man he's means the world to you :(

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house-of-slayterr · 4 months

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beloved <3 what are you Halsin headcanons??

ps do you also like the polymance w Astarion? i wanna know your takes!! <3

Omg ok it’s happening!!! Ahhhh!

Halsin:

Halsin attempts to be a gentle man in his conscious actions. He wants to be soft and cause as little unnecessary harm as possible. That being said, with his size that’s a difficult thing to be. I feel he grows frustrated easy when he accidentally breaks things (or people). But on the flip side, if you unleash his rage, this hardly a way to put a lid on it. He’s a large beast, and as such, it seems so are his emotional states. He is terrifying to the enemy and it’s such a harsh contrast to him off the battle field when he’s safe and happy. It’s something I think sets him aside more than the other companions.

Halsin is also a patient man. It takes a lot of patients and self control to be someone with his gifts. The world is lucky his quicker to compassion than to draw his claws, and bear his teeth. I feel like he’s one to give several warnings.

He’s a very goofey guy. This man has a full belly laugh like good old American Santa Klaus. All of camp can hear it when you make him laugh. The best place to be in the world is with him lying on his back, and you on top of him during a sunset as you try to tell little stories to feel his chest rumble. It lulls you to sleep like a purring cat after awhile, like a sleeping agent for your heart, calming it in all the chaos. (Bear cubs can purr like cats sometimes and it’s adorable)

He’s an old romantic. I feel like this man like to try to play things by the book in his head. He knows what relationships are supposed to look like and sound like and he sounds so stiff when he starts off by using his “script” it works because by the gods does he have that shit down to pretty much a sex science at this point, knowing exactly what to say to get what he wants. But that’s not what draws you in. It’s the potential of getting the spontaneity out of him. Getting him to say things he normally wouldn’t, how he normally wouldn’t. Add people he normally wouldn’t. He’s a very flexible man, he’s happy as long as you’re happy. But his best flirting comes when he’s tried, or angry, or those rare moment he gets jealous. Lord help you if Halsin is jealous and the solution is he can’t just have both of you- good luck walking anytime soon.

He’s very in tune with his emotions. He’s a sensitive guy. I mean he loves ducks for fucks sake. This man is precious. He will treat you as if you are such too. Everyone is small and fragile compared to him. He’ll protect your body, mind, soul and feelings with his life. Defend you with his last breath, do anything just to bring a smile to your face. This man is nothing if not devoted 100% to what he does. He starts to become in touch with your emotions too. Being able to sense them from halfway across camp and always comes running ready to be your Druid in shining armour

Now Astarion is a different beast literally , literally… he is a vampire. I wouldn’t say there’s much in common between vampires and Bears. I’d say other than their insatiable appetites. This spritely little elf is more akin to a cat than a bear.

The dynamic is different apart of course, but if you’re with Halsin first, he’ll notice. He’s not an idiot, far from it actually. He pays close attention to his darling and their needs and wants. Especially when it comes to body language. He wouldn’t exactly be mad you’re attracted to Astarion, he can’t blame you. He’d be more upset the longer he observed this attraction grow and you either said or did nothing about it.

I know I said earlier Halsin is a patient man, but one thing he’s not patient for is watching you “suffer” which might be a dramatic word in this case (Astarion would find it quite fitting, you suffering without his love) he will call you out on this attraction quite quickly and ask as politely and openly as possibly what you want to do about it. It’s no secret the wood elf may also find said vampire attractive.

Astarion would agree too it, not without some fuss at first, calming theatrics of wanting you all to himself but it’s fine to share with some “oaf” as if he too is not attracted to the Druid. Honestly if you keep your sanity during this phase of the relationship, congratulations love, you’ve survived the hardest hardship in all of Baulder’s gate.

But once that awkward phase is over. RIP your legs again. RIP your everything actually. Bestie are you sure you want to do this? A bear and a vampire. In love and obsessed with you… wanting to ravage you body at your earliest convince pretty much multiple times a day when they can? Yeah yeah- you’re totally sane, totally cool, totally normal. The rest of your companions aren’t looking at you like you’re the scariest motherfucker to ever walk this earth. Between the bite marks and the claw marks, and let’s be honest now you’ve probably dislocated a hip at least once- how are you feeling? Truly. That being said, they do go easy on you sometimes and give you a break and let you watch them go at each other , and boy is that a sight. (I’m not drooling, you’re drooling)

It’s the after sex but that’s really what you carve though. The part that makes you feel safe and whole and loved. They wouldn’t dare part from you even if the entire camp was engulfed in flames in that moment. Nothing could pry them from their lovers side. They look at you like you put the moon on the sky, the your he very reason their hearts beat, like you’re the only reason they’re still fighting (probably half the reason they’re still standing, let’s be honest, you’ve saved they’re asses more than enough times and they’re so greatful for that) but it’s these moments that you crave. There simple, full of love and lust and simple honest words and looks and touches. Everything so easy, and feels right.

It would be a moment like this one of your boys would choose to make this arrangement permanent. Perhaps Astarion with an off handed comment. Something about “well maybe we should just wed eternally, I hear honeymoon sex is even better” he would grin like a vampire at a blood bank. And it would be silly, but it would be genuine. Halsin would make him try again and give you something proper later if you asked. Or on the flip side, after a hard battle, Halsin would scoop you both up in his arms kissing you each deeply and say “we ahh like join our hearts as one, so we never fear one it’s like to be apart” and even though the situations not ideal and you may be exhausted and covered and dirt and blood and whatever else, it’s the three of you and that’s what matters.

The sleeping arrangements are simple. It’s always Halsin’s tent. That man in massive. Astarion won’t admit it but he creeps into his tent about halfway through each night, never wanting to start on his arms but always craving them. And you sleep happily on top of him, squishing both your boys as close to you as possible. And they wouldn’t have it any other way. They love you and you love them, it’s plain for all the world to see.

AN: sorry if this is bad, I don’t own the game, all I have to go on is fan fics, behind the scenes, fan info, and watching my friends play the game and info dump about it. If anything is inaccurate I’m so sorry 😭 I tried based on how I view them at least.

#Halsin #baulders gate 3 #halsin x astarion #astarion x reader #halsin x reader #bg3 headcanons #polycule

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worldofheroes · 7 months

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Teach You a Lesson

pete “maverick” mitchell x fem!reader

summary: you and maverick continue to tease each other, and maverick finally does something about it.

warnings: 18+, language, unprotected sex

wc: 1.2k

a/n: based on this request! hope you enjoy.

“Jesus, Mav, get off of me,” you say over the comms, annoyed that you can’t shake him.

“I’ll get off of you when I’m done with you,” he tells you.

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“Scared?”

“Not at all,” you say, maneuvering your jet so you fall behind Maverick’s.

“Oh, you’re not getting on top,” Maverick says in almost a growl.

The unexpected change in demeanor makes you jerk your plane to the right.

“Shit!” you exclaim, trying to recover.

“You forgot about the private comms, didn’t you?” Maverick teases.

“I wasn’t expecting my instructor to talk like that,” you say over the private comms.

“Mm, well, I like it when you’re under me, so we’ll have to change that,” Maverick says, and his jet moves in a backwards leapfrog maneuver.

“Fuck, Mav, you can’t talk like that!”

You hear tone.

“Fuck you!” you exclaim over comms.

“Knock it off.”

You land your plane and go over the post-flight checklist when Maverick walks up to you.

“You’re a good pilot, y/c/s,” Maverick states.

You don’t say anything.

“I’ll see you inside.”

During the debrief, you can’t focus. Your thoughts are filled with Maverick, and you can’t help but check him out the entire time.

Every so often, Maverick will catch you and shoot you a look, warning you to stop. Of course, you don’t.

Maverick takes another glance at you, and you drop your eyes to his crotch and back up, biting your lip. Maverick immediately breaks eye contact and you can see him set his jaw, trying not to react to you. You’re having fun teasing him like this during class.

Maverick dismisses the class an hour later.

“Y/c/s,” Maverick calls out.

You turn. “Yes Captain?”

“I wanna talk about what happened up there.”

“Sure,” you say, walking to the front of the classroom.

Maverick leans against the podium.

“You don’t like to follow rules, do you?” Maverick asks.

“Funny question coming from you,” you retort.

“I know what you’re doing.”

“What am I doing?” you ask, taking a step closer and running a hand up his arm.

Maverick clenches his jaw. “You can’t do this here.”

“I believe you started it.”

“Watch your attitude.”

You bite your lip, dropping your hand from his arm.

“Just be careful,” Maverick says, standing up straight.

He walks past you, but pauses beside you.

“Come to my place tonight, 8pm. Some… disciplinary action needs to be taken,” he whispers.

You cock your head. “Is that so?”

Maverick nods as he walks away from you.

You watch him leave the classroom, surprised by the interaction that just happened.

Sure, you had a crush on your instructor, but you never thought he would do anything… you never thought he would say the things he did to you or invite you over.

Later that night, you park about a block away from Maverick’s and walk there.

When you knock on the door, he opens it instantly, pulling you in and shutting the door.

“Not even a hi?” you ask.

“I don’t want anyone to see us,” Maverick peeks out the blinds.

“No one’s around, Mav, no one saw me.”

Maverick nods and turns his full attention to you.

“Those things you did today were not nice,” Maverick says as he walks up to you.

“Mm, I barely did anything,” you tell him.

Maverick pushes you against the wall.

“I need to teach you a lesson.”

Maverick pauses for just a moment before he kisses you. His hands desperately touch you as his kiss deteriorates into open mouth kisses on your jaw and neck.

“Mav,” you sigh, your hands running through his hair.

“You were very naughty during class today,” he says into your skin.

“I was just paying attention to my teacher.”

“I think you were daydreaming about me.”

“And if I was?”

“I guess I’m gonna make your dreams come true.”

Maverick returns to kissing your lips, and your hands wander his body, desperately learning every curve and muscle.

“Mm,” he hums. “I think we need to change location.”

“Where to, Captain?”

“I think you know where,” he whispers.

You melt against him as he guides you backwards to his bedroom.

He gently pushes you down on the bed, and he takes his shirt off. He helps you with yours.

Maverick’s eyes scan your body.

“What?” you ask him.

“Nothing,” he says. “You’re just so pretty.”

You feel your face get hot.

“But enough of this, we need to get to your lesson,” Maverick almost growls.

“Shit,” you moan, closing your eyes.

Maverick works at your pants, kissing across your lower abdomen.

He hums against your skin as he pushes your legs open.

Your panties still clothe you, but you’re afraid they’re embarrassingly wet.

Maverick kisses your inner thigh, lightly sucking at your skin.

“Mav,” you whine in anticipation.

You feel Maverick smile against you. He places a gentle kiss on the fabric of your panties.

You bite your lip.

Maverick roughly pulls your panties down, and immediately goes back in, licking your wet cunt.

“Mav!” you exclaim with pleasure.

He hums against you, as his tongue circles your clit. He presses a finger against your slit, then pushes it in, making you moan loudly.

He continues to work at you with his mouth, and you are squirming beneath his touch.

Just as you feel yourself building to that edge, he stops.

“Mav,” you complain.

“Not yet,” he says, sitting up.

You watch him as he takes his pants and boxers off. You bite your lip, anticipating what’s about to happen next.

“Flip over,” he practically orders you, and you comply.

He wraps his own hand around his cock, giving it a few strokes as he teases you with his tip, gathering your slick as lube.

Maverick pushes into you, and a loud moan escapes you.

“Are you going to continue to give me attitude?” he asks you as he moves his hips painfully slow.

“No, s-sir,” you stammer.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you sigh. “Oh yes, Mav, please just fuck me.”

“You need to promise me you’ll be a good girl.”

“Yes, I promise I’ll be a good girl!”

Maverick starts thrusting, and the room fills with moans from both you and him.

It feels so good. Maverick is definitely an experienced lover, and it’s something you’ve never experienced before.

Maverick works faster and harder, the noise of your bodies slapping together getting louder. Your moans fill the air, and Maverick can’t contain himself. You feel and sound so good.

“Shit,” Maverick mumbles, pace slightly faltering.

“Mav, I need more… almost there…” you moan into the mattress.

He’s able to hold on a little longer, thrusting hard into you, continuing to make you feel good.

“Mav!” you cry out as your orgasm washes over you.

Maverick groans loudly as his cum spills into you. He places gentle kisses on your back as you both come down from your highs.

Maverick moves to lay beside you, opening his arms for you to snuggle into, which you do happily.

He wraps his arms around you and gently kisses your forehead.

“Did you learn your lesson?” he chuckles softly.

“I don’t think so, you might have to teach me it again,” you tease.

Maverick smiles. “You’re bad.”

“I’m not the one fucking my student.”

“I’m not the one who didn’t try to stop it.”

You laugh, and wiggle in his arms to get comfortable, closing your eyes and dozing off in his arms.

#tom cruise x reader #tom cruise imagine #top gun x reader #pete mitchell x reader #maverick x reader #pete maverick mitchell imagine #pete maverick mitchell x reader #pete mitchell imagine

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monsterinmyboxers · 1 year

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jake being a little shit and reader taming him in the forest 🫶🏾

⠀⠀ humbling a brat.

pairing. jake sully x top male reader.

dni. fem-aligned and minors.

author’s note. changed the format again a bit bc my lil meow meow is so hh also im adding titles bc

content. pre-established relationship, jake being a brat and a masochist, under-negotiated kinks, choking, spanking, fingering, overstimulation, degradation, praise, and a singular ‘sir’.

“didn’t know someone could be more hardheaded than me.” a laugh came from jake sully, who was smirking, showing off his fangs.

your ears would press flat against your head, eyebrows twitching out of frustration. you had transferred into your avatar recently after the war had ended, being one of the few humans that decided to stay on pandora, and are just now learning the na'vi language. even though you were doing better than expected, jake would tease you nonstop every time you slipped up. he seemed to completely ignore the fact you were doing much better than he had at first.

it annoyed you, even more than his typical bickering did. everyone could tell, neytiri sensing your increasing anger no matter how hard you tried to hide it. she thought he had taken it too far, considering how tense you became. but, you knew what he was trying to do, what game he was trying to play. you’ve dealt with him long enough to see through him.

he follows after you as neytiri provides guidance, teaching you whilst zoning out jakes taunts, something you couldn’t do. but, that was only because they were directed towards you. and with every comment, he’d brush past you, tail gliding against you whenever it could, taking every chance to touch you without a second thought.

he wanted something, that something being you. your attention. your eyes traveling his body. maybe, he was jealous of how you weren’t giving him an form of regard. your reactions were what he yearned for, and not receiving any in the last few hours was clearly something he could not allow.

so, as a result, he’d talk shit just to spite you. enrage you. make you give in to him. and surprisingly, he was successful. you were pissed off. it gave him such a thrill to see how worked up you were, glaring at him, eyes clouded with what he could only imagine was lust.

he never attempted to stop and think about if he should shut his mouth. not once. per usual, he didn’t think about the consequences to his actions.

you’d do something about that soon.

after your lesson with neytiri was over, without any hesitation, you brought jake out into the forest, where neither of you could be heard by other na'vi. hopefully.

“you really need to learn when to shut the hell up.” the sudden outburst made jakes ears twitch downward, yet he still kept that assured demeanor on display. “aw, did i hurt someone’s feelings?” it’s like he was incapable of taking anything, or anyone seriously.

“jake, i’m going to,” you were quickly interrupted, “to what? fight me? i doubt you could even land a punch. you’re still getting used to your body — i’m already settled into mine. you don’t know what you’re doing, i do.” he said more, he always does, but you just blocked him out. you focused on his face.

how his lips move, how wide his puppy eyes were, how even in this body you could still easily tell that he was your boyfriend. your annoying, overconfident, bratty, beautiful boyfriend.

you let him talk for a moment more, before running a hand up his slim waist. that made him pause, stumble over his words, ears fluttering with interest. you didn’t spare another glance towards his face, paying more attention to how his lower half swayed — as if on instinct.

“weren’t, weren’t you just mad at me?” his tone was less cocky now, yet his confidence didn’t falter. “still am.” you spoke, then suddenly shoved him against the nearest tree. he loses his footing, but fortunately doesn’t fall, grunting once his back hit the trunk.

your name was said, but you didn’t listen, rather pressing your palm against his adams apple and wrapping your fingers around his throat.

you didn’t squeeze, never dared to put more pressure onto his neck, but the mere presence of your hand there had him struggling to breathe. “what, are you doing?” his heart skips a beat as your fingers dance along where his jaw and neck connect. you had such an affect on him, and you haven’t done very much.

“you’re, a dick. you know that? so much so that i, want to push you against the dirt,” you leaned in closer, lips nearly touching his ears. “and fuck you raw.” his tail twitched, almost wagging at your words. he wanted just that, you both knew by then. and, you were going to give it to him — but in your own way.

he’d turn his head a bit, an attempt to look at you head on. it was difficult to do with the current position he was in, so you’d back up only slightly.

“what’s stopping you?” that’d set you off, amusement pulling at your lips before you pressed them against his. the kiss was nowhere near innocent, tongues clashing within seconds. that battle was won by you, his mouth submitting to yours, letting you do as you please. you like this side of him. so bratty until you confront him, a show off until you touch him, give him the treatment he wanted — he deserved.

you pulled away when you couldn’t breathe, both of you panting softly before you move your palm, one gripping his hair and the other on his hip. you rearranged this position, only pleased once his back was facing you, his cheek and hands pushed against the tree. rather rough, he thought you were, the situation uncomfortable for him. though, you didn’t really care at the moment, and honestly, he didn’t either.

he wanted to be used, that’s why he started this shit in the first place. you were so focused on something that wasn’t him, and he couldn’t tolerate it, not for long.

as he was lost in thought, you had slid his loincloth down those thighs, ones that you adored, exposing him for only you to see. it’s not like the thin piece of clothing hid much, anyway. you couldn’t see his dick, but you were sure it was hard, straining, yearning for release. that much was obvious when he whined, quietly demanding that you get on with it; as if he had any control over you or what you determine to do with him.

you almost laughed, jake trying his best to be dominant and at the same time deliberately showing off his ass, back arching and tail lifting. in his head, he still held some kind of authority, while his body presented itself to you.

you would shift his stance, spreading his legs further, then taking your middle and ring finger and placing them onto his bottom lip. at first, he didn’t exactly get the message, until he curiously opened his mouth and you shoved your fingers inside. he let out a low gag, then allowed his tongue to lick between and along your digits.

he hollowed out his cheeks, beginning to suck as if it were your cock between his lips, choking whenever your finger tips hit the back of his throat. once you thought they were wet enough, you pull them out, watching as only a thread of spit connected you and him.

he seemed disappointed as you did this. he’s learned, because of you, that he enjoys oral more than he originally thought. but, that’s a story for another time.

your dry hand massaged his hip, the other rubbing just around where he wanted your fingers most. annoyance got to jake quick, giving you a snarky tone. “hurry up.”

this sudden change in attitude was unexpected, and your eyebrows furrowed. you thought he had given up this front already, and just let you take care of him. apparently, you were wrong.

“fuckin’, come on—” he could barely get the phrase out before he felt a stinging pain on his ass. he yelped, bordering on a damn whimper. you’ve never done that before, and shit, he wish that you had.

you felt a moment of regret, not sure how he would react to that as it was a heat of the moment thing — but your thoughts were shut down quickly.

“that- that all you got?” you let out a silent sigh of relief, jaw clenching a bit before bringing your hand down again. the smack was audible, his body jolting on impact. the moan he let out was choked on, his hands now gripping the bark of the tree he was stabilizing himself on.

he readied himself for another painful sensation, but instead felt something prod at and enter his hole. as no warning was given, jakes chest forced out a keen, tensing for a second before welcoming the intrusion.

you didn’t wait to add your other finger, making the man inhale sharply. no matter how tight he was, you found a way to move in and out, not giving him a break — a moment to take air into his lungs. his mouth was wide open, not caring for any noise that escaped him, or the drool that fell onto his chin and lower.

you played with him throughout, separating your fingers and stretching him out, easily finding and thrusting onto the source of his sensitivity. you unraveled him so fast, too fast, heat building in his stomach. he had no restraint, hand going down to his dick. which you, evidently, didn’t like, spanking him once more.

“don’t you fuckin’ dare.” he whimpered so loud at your tone, deciding to touch you instead. grabbing your biceps, forearms, anything in his reach. “‘m gonna cuh-come, g-gonna come,” barely understanding the stuttered words, you hum, one that rumbled, coming from deep within your chest — effecting him greatly, seeing as he came right then and there.

this was new. you wouldn’t go this far with fingering, making him come and all. you only bothered to finger him for preparation, as requested by him. he didn’t like wasting time on things other than your dick.

jake is rather vanilla when it comes to sex, sticking with the stuff he was familiar with, especially since you were his first ever boyfriend and he was almost intimidated by the other possibilities.

though, you have been talking about how you wanted to go further, try new things, push his boundaries — with his consent. he had to think about it, but in the end, he agreed. so, you took this chance, prolonging your time together, testing both yours and his patience.

you stroked your nails along his prostate, having him experience this orgasm for as long as possible. you stopped when he became lightheaded, body slowly going limp. and as his vision was clearing, you began to pull out.

he thought you’d finally fuck him then, a toothy grin complementing his face once he was conscious enough to do so.

though, he couldn’t get too excited, since you only shoved your fingers back into him. you instantly curl them, earning a wobbled moan, and gasps of protest, “no, no, cock, need your dih-dick, n-need it,” he tried to convince you, but you paid him no mind.

“i don’t think you deserve it.” at that, he sobs. degradation was something you found interesting. you’ve never seen jake, someone so stubborn and prideful, in such a state of distress over something so dirty. you should do this more often.

it was hard to argue with you constantly abusing his insides, but he somehow managed. even though he’s lost his ego, he hasn’t lost his determination. “i’m- i’m sorry, so sorry, plea-please. was doing, for attention, didn’ mean eh-it! promise, promise, pinky prom- fuh-uck!” tears were shed, jake coughing as he inhaled his own spit. god, he was a mess.

your motions were relentless, mind wondering how many orgasms you could get out of him with just your fingers. two? three? four? you wanted to find out. yet, you knew you wouldn’t be able to wait much longer, noticing how hard you’ve become over time. so, you made up your mind, wrist moving back and forth to support your fingers.

“one more, come again and you’ll get my dick.” he barely heard you, trying to regain his composure again and again and failing each time. his lack of response worried you, slowing down and allowing that demanding facade to fade away, leaning in close. “did you hear me, jake?”

it took him a few seconds, but the sudden pause in stimulation got him to concentrate. “ye-yes, sir. can do it,” the title made your tail lash side to side, lips pressing gentle kisses against his jaw. “that’s it, good boy, so obedient for me.” his body twitches, an already existing blush spreading to his ears. the check-in ended shortly, hand getting back to work on jakes approaching orgasm.

with the mix of overstimulation and you whispering praises, he didn’t last very long. “gonna, come, ah-gain, again,” no sentence was left uninterrupted, jake now relying on you to keep him up, trembling arms extending back and wrapping around your neck, nails reaching and scratching at your upper back. he needed something to grip onto, to remind himself that this was real.

yellow eyes were blown wide, pupils dilated as he came again, painting the tree in front of him. you, once again, drew out this feeling of euphoria. this time, you pulled out completely, letting him calm down from his high. he breathed in deeply, something he couldn’t seem to do for the last hour, then exhaled like he was shivering.

embarrassment eventually washed over him, jake hiding his flushed face in the crook of your neck. “dick.” it was stifled, but you knew what he said nonetheless. “you askin’ for it or are you callin’ me one?” that earned you a smack on the arm, since that was the only part of your body he could get to.

you hum, then shrugged him off, jake landing on the wood in front of him. he clung onto the tree, using anything as leverage so he wouldn’t collapse. finally, you’d take your loincloth off, letting out a sigh of relief once you were freed of your confinements.

as expected, you were hard, pre-cum gathering on your tip. you curse under your breath, inching forward and resting your dick on jakes ass. the weight made him gasp softly, a whine following, him now using one hand to grab hold of his ass and spread himself open. you could hear how he gulped, and the unsteady sigh after. he was flushed, nothing hiding how heat spread out from his face to his shoulders. he was hot all over, really.

his eagerness made an appearance, tail whipping around like a dogs would. though, it would stop, but just to wrap around your thigh. you snort, soon grabbing at his braid, tugging at it. he lets out a string of pleas; he’s already waited so long.

you pretend to think about it, an inquisitive hum given, just to draw things out. you would come to a conclusion, mumbling a soft “alright,” before rubbing your head along his rim. he attempts to move, to try and get you into him, but he was only met with a now familiar pain on his ass. he quivers under your touch, cussing you out in his head, not having the balls to be an asshole out loud anymore.

only a few more seconds pass as you decide to give in, spitting down onto your base and rubbing it along your shaft, up to the tip. you’d then press forward, putting more and more stress onto his hole until you sunk inside.

it was a slow process, you making it that way just to tease him, watching as he took you in inch by inch, piece by piece. he heaves, feeling every vein on your cock graze his walls. and while it was torture to never know when his ass was going to touch your hips, he still had a cock-drunk smile on his face. sharp teeth bit his lower lip, biceps flexing as he gripped a nearby vine.

eventually, you bottom out, jake clamping down on you as a response. he tried his very best to relax so you had easy access, but couldn’t help it once you were fully inside him, filling him. he never wanted you to leave.

“if you wanna get fucked, you’re gonna need to ease up on the clenching.” he felt unnaturally shy, your words making his ears fold back and redden. despite that, he loosened up, expecting you to start thrusting then.

but, nothing happened.

you didn’t move, only chuckling softly as he tried to look back at you. “are you going to move?” you beat him to it, jakes eyebrows raising. he knew what you were implying.

a soft cry came from him, hips shifting before he moved away from you, half of your dick dragging out of him. he’d sink back down, moaning out loud — and repeating this action.

it was difficult to go at the faster and rougher pace that he oh so craved, as his legs couldn’t even carry his own muscle by themselves at the moment. once he gave up on being independent, his hips go even slower so he could try and talk successfully, “need, h-help. can’t, can’t do it.” he felt almost ashamed to admit it.

but, that feeling quickly subsided as you combed your fingers through his locks, the soft touch contrasting greatly with how roughly you pounded into him.

he sounded so — vulnerable. it strengthened that urge to ravage him, making it impossible to ignore. your hips switch directions, looking for that specific bundle of nerves once more. it didn’t take long to find it, jake releasing a sob once you did, your thrusts ceaseless as you practically bruise his prostate.

his body presses forward with the force you use, chest scratching the skin of the tree, but he couldn’t focus on that now. the only thing he could think about was how deep you were; the sound of himself, you, and your pelvis hitting his ass filled his ears.

you came in close, breath skimming the side of his neck while you panted, with occasional growls that you weren’t even aware of given as well. they came without your permission, as if you didn’t have power over your own vocal cords. they only turned jake on even more.

maybe a little too much, even.

cum shot out of his dick, creating another mess over his previous ones. though this time, the liquid was thinner, almost losing color. overstimulation caught on fast, jake crying out, “so much, t-too much, can’t, too muh-ch!” you shush him, your rhythm slowing in pity. “i’m right there, jake. you’ve been so good, so good. be a slut for a few more seconds, will you?” your voice held empathy, thrusts becoming shallow.

he gave a mere nod. you continue your movement, relishing in how his warmth sheathed your cock. you words were proven true, it only taking seconds for you to empty inside him, thick cum stuffing him to the brim. a final, rather weak moan was elicited from him, eyes closing as you drain yourself.

after finishing, you both pant heavily, “jake,” you spoke, nose poking at his nape. though, he didn’t respond. “..jake.” no response. “jake?” you worried that he may have passed out, but to your relief, he hummed right before you began to panic.

“you okay?” your hands rub his hips and sides, gliding down his curves, soothing him. “mhm.” he couldn’t say much else, it looked like. yet, you still decided to ask, “did you enjoy it?”

he took a moment, gulping heavily before chuckling. it was a silent one, the sole reason you knew he laughed was by how his shoulders shook. “..hell yeah.”

#fics by jj #jake sully #jake sully x male reader #avatar #avatar: the way of water #dom male reader #top male reader

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prettyyoungandbored · 9 months

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Be Careful

Pairing: Johnny Knoxville x Reader

Warnings: language, slight fluff, female reader, idk

Author’s Note: I have no business writing this, but I did. So yeah.

NOT MY GIF

The alarm clock read 1:15 A.M. as Y/N exhaled softly.

Her eyes darted back to the television where some black and white movie played. She was half paying attention to it, her mind elsewhere and eyes mostly shifting between the clock and her cell phone.

She was invited to go to the bar with the guys, but she declined, exhausted from spending the day organizing their medical records. She shouldn’t have offered, but considering how frequent the trips to the hospital were, she figured it would be useful for each of them to have a binder that contained important medical documents in the event of an emergency.

Jeff was beyond thankful for it and she was happy to help considering Johnny wouldn’t let her do any stunts lately.

Even though Johnny was a pro at what he did, she still worried. Going through his medical binder was a kick in the stomach for her. His was the most personal considering he was her fiancé. She often worried when she got calls from the guys if it was going to be that “one call.” When they called “action” and she watched Johnny begin, she said a mental prayer begging for him to make it out alive.

The door opened and Johnny appeared, smiling.

“Hey there, cutie,” he greeted her, before bending down to untie his red converse. “Thought you’d be asleep.”

“I tried but just couldn’t seem to keep them closed,” she said, reaching over to turn the light on for him. “Did you guys have fun?”

“Sure did,” he replied, throwing off his jacket and tossing it onto the chair in the corner. “You know how it is. I wish I could say you didn’t miss much, but we spent the night helping get Tyler the PA laid.”

She cracked a smile. “It’s the least you boys could do considering you made him mud wrestle Bam.”

He laughed. “That was the logic.”

He pulled down his jeans before crawling into bed beside her in his boxers and graphic tee. He propped his elbow up, resting his cheek against the palm of his hand.

“I really did miss you tonight,” he said, using his other hand to tuck her hair behind her ear. “I was a little bummed you didn’t come out with us.”

“I know.” She exhaled. “Honestly, I just needed to decompress.”

“Seemed like you were having an off day,” he noted. “You wanna talk about it?”

“I know you know what you’re doing and I trust you,” she said. “It’s important to me that you know that. It’s just, going through your medical records was a hard pill for me to swallow. I get worried that one prank will be one that either kills you or leaves you with some permanent injury or that these injuries eventually…”

She paused, realizing how pathetic she sounded. She closed her eyes. “I’m sorry. I-.”

“Don’t apologize for that,” he said. “I’m fucking serious. Don’t.”

“No but-.”

“No - hey, look at me. Open your eyes and look at me.”

She opened her eyes to find him smiling at her. The same smile that made her weak in the knees when she first saw it.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he said. “I know it’s a lot for you, and I can’t thank you enough for standing by me and putting up with this shit even when it’s hard to deal with.”

“It’s not that I deal with it. It’s just me getting worried because I love you.” She gave him a small smile. “I told you I’m not going anywhere and I meant it. No amount of concussions or broken limbs or any other injuries is gonna change that. All I ask that you be careful, ok?”

“I will,” he promised, kissing the top of her head. “But only because I think you’re cute.”

She snorted. “That’s the only reason, huh?”

He nodded. “Pretty much. It’s really the only reason I’m marrying you.”

She rolled her eyes. “Then I guess it’s ok for me to say I’m only marrying you because the sex is great.”

He shrugged. “Works for me. Now, c’mere.”

He pulled her body under his, peppering her face with quick kisses. “Just one more week then you and I head off to Vegas.”

“Having second thoughts?”

“Never. I’m all in, baby.” He pulled his head back for a sec. “Are you?”

“Not a chance, Clapp. I’m in it for the long haul.” She paused. “Unless, of course, I decide to marry the Elvis impersonator instead. I’ll figure it once we get there.”

#johnny knoxville #johnny knoxville x reader #jackass

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atinytinaa · 1 year

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Love From Italy | Part One

Pairing: Seonghwa X Reader

Genere: Fluff, love at first sight, Strangers to lovers.

Warnings: mentions of smoking, Indications that reader is Female

Word count: 2255K

a/n: Hello everyone! i hope you're doing amazing. This story is set in italy, i am not italian so i'm sorry if the language is not accurate or the setting but i did make sure to do my research.

Please like and reblog. feed back is high appreciated, thank you for reading :)

Love from Italy | Part Two

Park Seonghwa ran his hands through his freshly cut blonde hair. A cigarette resting between his pink plush lips as he leaned against the glass balcony door of his small apartment, he took in the dark, breathing out a sigh of relief.

The streets of his rome neighborhood were quiet except for the loud muffled music and the hectic shouting of his friends fighting over UNO coming from his living room.

Don't get the man wrong, he loves his friends, but, he sometimes needs to recharge his social batteries alone and with that, he lit the cigarette and leaned against the railing of his balcony, exhaling the smoke through his nose and letting his body relax.

The quietness of the night is suddenly disturbed by the sound of a melodious laugh ringing out through the night and the barking of an all familiar dog.

Seonghwa snaps his attention to the figure on the street in front of him cooing at the dog he has seen for years roaming around the neighborhood. The scenery brought a small smile to his lips and a beat to his "cold" heart for the first time in years.

His hard gaze softened when he was met with the most exquisite pair of eyes.

Your laughter rang out through the starry night as you made your way back to the house you're staying at.

It had been your dream since you were a child to come to the city of Rome and when your best friend had decided to have her wedding in italy you obviously couldn't shy away at her offer of paying for your ticket.

After a round of drinks with friends that live in the beautiful city , it was time for you to go home, but on your way you were joined by a dog trying to bite the flowing trail of your dress.

"Let's go!" you shouted to the stray dog as you ran down the cobble road for it to chase you.

The small dog ran after you, its tail wagging wildly from side to side ,barking from happiness as the dog caught up to you.

"Aww you caught me!" You squealed as the dog jumped and laid his paws on your waist as if it were hugging you.

You smiled down at the dog as it panted from happiness, sitting down in front of the K9, you scratched at the base of its ear making the animal flutter its eyes shut leaning into your touch, you cooed at the action and squealed when he started moving his paw.

"Carina" A deep smooth voice Spoke loudly.

You gasped in fright, scrambling to get to your feet, as you searched around for the voice, but a deep blush decorated your cheeks when you were met with the dark eyes of a stranger.

You stared up at the handsome man in front of you, watching as his muscular arms flexed, as he slowly stood to his full height, his sharp eyes not once leaving yours, he let out a chuckle of disbelief at what was happening.

It wasn't possible that Seonghwa had fallen in love at first sight. He didn't believe when his parents told him their story and he definitely didn't believe when his best friends Wooyoung and san spoke about how they fell in love when their eyes locked.

To him the thought of falling in love was a lie, his heart once being broken by the person he thought he would marry only for it to end.

But the way his body is reacting made him believe that maybe just maybe it was true, that maybe all the shit San spewed about destiny and soulmates was real.

A Strange feeling washed over you as your heart started beating faster, palms sweating and stomach squeezing from butterflies flying rapidly.

Little did you know the stranger in front of you was feeling the exact same way, he couldn't see or hear anything but you, he grabbed onto the railing, knuckles turning white from the force of his grip, making sure not to fall to his knees from the faintness that washed over him.

A few moments passed till you chuckled, snapping the man out of his daze.

You looked behind you, scratching your head, looking at anything but him, you let out a soft cough as you mustered up the courage to look back at his captivating eyes.

"um... i'm sorry i don't speak italian"

Seonghwa tensed at the sound of your voice.

"I said Cute," he replied in a deep english voice while taking a drag of the cigarette.

You blushed at his words and looked down at the dog who was now lying on his back. You hummed in reply to his words, bending down as you spoke out.

"Do you say that to all of the stray dogs?"

"No," He answered "only to cute strangers that like to play with dogs"

You stopped caressing the dog, your whole body freezing as a flush of warmth coursed through your body.

Clearing your throat, you gave the dog one last pat and got back to your feet.

A few moments of silence passed as you shyly glanced back at the stranger, only to realize he had already been looking at you, red covering both of your faces at being caught making eyes.

"Well" you started, "it was nice meeting you but it's getting late and i have to go"

You didn't want the night to end but you had to go back to your reality, you'd be leaving in a few days and you'd never see him again.

"Wait!" the boy exclaimed "let me walk you home"

"No, No it's literally just - " You protested, but before you could finish he had already put out the bud of his cigarette and made his way into his home.

A few seconds of silence passed when all of a sudden chanting could be heard through the open door, causing giggles to erupt from you.

A smaller boy with a big smile walked out onto the balcony, leaning against the railing to get a better look at you.

"Guys!" he Screeched looking behind him "she's real!" You stared up at the boy with wide eyes.

"Wooyoung get back in here!" came another voice, belonging to a blonde cat eyed boy. He grabbed his boyfriend by the ear and apologized for his actions while he dragged him back into the living room, the boy known as wooyoung, Whining to whoever else was in the apartment about how pretty you are.

Suddenly a door opens and there is Seonghwa in all of his glory, now sporting a black leather jacket.

"Hi" He Whispers as he stops in front of you.

" Hello" you whisper back, a small smile forming onto your face.

"You know, your friends are quite something" You said, your gaze slowly trailing up to his balcony.

The blonde boy looked at you confused, his eyes landing on the group of 7 boys looking down at both of you with amused smiles on their faces.

"I swear to god if you guys don't go back into the living room i'm making you clean the house for a month." Seonghwa threatened jokingly, making the boys scramble back into the house, not wanting to feel the wrath of the eldest.

"Are they always like that?" you questioned, your gaze scanning his side profile.

He sighed, placing his hands on his hips and throwing his head back.

"Annoying? yeah"

You chuckled at his response, making the boy smile, showing his pearly white teeth.

"Lead the way" He said, letting you walk in front of him.

You both walked side by side down the streets at a slow pace, Conversation coming easy as if you were friends seeing each other again after years apart and hearts feeling fuller than ever.

During the walk you both sat down on a park bench, in front of the house you're staying at.

"So," He started, "What brings you to rome?"

You glanced up at the night, hands by your side on the bench "I'm here for a wedding, my best friend is getting married".

He hummed at your answer, his hand slowly inching its way towards you "Congratulations to her, when's the big day?"

"A week from now" you smiled at the thought of seeing your friend get her happy ending.

Seonghwas chest swelled with happiness at your smile, he barely even knew you but he already knew he wanted to see that smile everyday.

“You’re boyfriend is one lucky man to be taking you to the wedding”

You glanced back at the boy who was waiting eagerly for your next words. "It's just me," you replied, moving your hand to push away a strand of her, making the boy pull his hand away without you noticing. “No boyfriend or anyone” you whispered the last few words.

You heard him let out a sigh of relief, making you raise your eyebrow, a small smirk gracing your face, you shook your head at the thought of the beautiful man wanting to take you to the wedding, remembering that you are strangers.

"Thank you for walking me home"

"The pleasure was mine," he replied with a smile.

Silently you both got up, hands brushing against each other. Timidly you wrapped your pinky with his, both of your breaths hitching at the feeling of electricity.

Once at your door he let go of your pinky, letting you fish out your keys.

"Carina" He whispered, Leaning in and giving you a soft peck on the cheek.

"May we meet again" He trailed his hand down your shoulder, to your forearm and last to your hand where he gripped it tightly before sliding his own down your finger tips as he walked backwards from you leaving both of your hands in the air for a second as you both brought it down slowly, eyes not once leaving till he turned around and tucked his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

You opened the door wish shaky hands, taking deep breaths as you closed it softly, making sure to not wake up your bestfriend and her fiance as they slept on the second floor

You leaned against the closed door, trying to get your racing heart to slow down, what had this man done to you?

you ran up the stairs to the room you're using and opened the balcony door slowly.

Only to see the blond still standing there with a big smile on his face.when suddenly threw his fist up in the air and did a little dance that made you chuckle.

You shook your head and closed the door, throwing yourself to your bed, When suddenly a feeling of pain blossomed in your chest at the thought of the man.

You forgot to ask his name.

Come on y/n! make a wish" Screamed your friend over the sound of bustling tourists and street music floating around the center of rome.

You sighed, turning your gaze to the perfectly carved statue of Neptune that sat above the waters of the infamous Trevi Fountain.

"You know i don't believe in that," you rolled your eyes, staring back at your hopeful friend, holding up a golden coin to you.

"Please?" She pouted, making bambi eyes at you.

You huffed out and snatched the coin from her awaiting hand, making her jump up and down from happiness.

"You know they say that if you throw two coins you will find love in Rome"

The girl slid another golden coin into your hands, giving you a little smile and a pat on your shoulder, walking away to her fiance who was taking a photo of the fountain. With a hint of sadness in your eyes you watched as she gave him a kiss on the cheek, making you caress your own at the thought of the soft lips that were there just a few hours ago.

You turned your back to the fountain, took a deep breath and closed your eyes.

What do I even wish for?

You wracked your brain for the most barbaric thing you could ask for just to prove once and for all to the universe that you weren't their favorite child.

You chuckled loudly to yourself once your thoughts landed on the blonde mysterious man from last night. You thought about the way he made you feel from just one look.

Maybe, just maybe if the gods granted you this one wish, you might just believe in love again.

You felt the wait of the second coin in your left hand, deciding to bring both coins into your right hand. You whispered your wish to yourself, kissed the coins and threw it over your left shoulder. Waiting for the sounds of the coins plopping into the water never came. You slowly opened your eyes, only for your breath to hitch, a big smile forming onto your face at the sight in front of you.

"Carina" Seonghwa smiled, taking off his sunglasses as he made his way towards.

"I'm Seonghwa"

He held his hand out for you to shake.

You stared into his eyes, searching for something in them, only to see a future full of love.

"I'm Y/N"

He smiled big at your name, leaning in he whispered lowly into your ear, making you shiver.

"I guess we have the Universe to thank for this moment”

He pulled away slightly, only to kiss your cheek once again.

a/n: This story was meant to be long but i decided to just write up to here. If anyone wants me to keep going, i'll make this into a mini series. Please remember that Tumblr works off of reblogs and please send in messages, it means alot to us writers.

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Love Triangle pt.3

Erling Haaland x (fem) reader x Jadon Sancho

Summary: A past relationship of yours broke you to the point that you weren't being yourself anymore, but what happens when your ex's best friend takes interest in you and he helps you take revenge ? Will it all just be a game for you or become more than friends ?

Word count: 5k

Notes: smut, angst, fluff

PARTS: 1.0 2.0 3.0

The fun at the party is simply getting better and better. Since your little body shots game with Jadon, he hasn't left your side much; only when he needed to deal with some party issues, and then he immediately returned to you. What you've seen is that he likes to keep you near and touch you, as if he's scared you'll be snatched at any minute. He generally has at least one of his arms wrapped around you or attempts to pull your face close, tormenting you by pretending to kiss you but then turning towards your ear to say something to you. At that moment, you don't care what he's saying since your pulse is racing from all the excitement and you're too buzzed to pay attention. It becomes worse when he gently massages your waist or the top of your thigh while you sit on his lap.

You're not used to it. Receiving this type of attention from someone in public is something you've always desired but never received. Who would have guessed that the person who would provide you that opportunity would be someone like Jadon?

If you were sober enough to consider how you both acted towards one other, drawing all eyes in the room to you, you don't know if you'd be able to live with it and all the implications. But you don't care right now; it's the first time in a long time, but you're having true fun and may have even caught a superb player for yourself. Most importantly, someone who is not afraid of the attraction between you, which helps you feel more confident in your decision.

Nonetheless, one thing you despise is how you find yourself occasionally glancing towards Erling, which only adds to your confusion and frustration. You understand that the purpose of your actions is to make him jealous and to prove something to him, but is that all? Is it only payback on your mind, or could it be something more...No way are you going to slip into this emotional labyrinth. You're done, no fuck this, you WERE done the moment you ended things with him, and you're not going to allow whatever remains of that fake shit destroy your enjoyable time.

His glares continue to burn holes in you and Jadon, as if he is ready to attack the both of you, especially Jadon since he is the one who is getting all touchy with you. You sneaked glances whenever you made sure his attention was diverted to his circle of friends so he wouldn't see you since you definitely didn't want to give him that gratification. His body language appears hostile as he is drinking and bringing his glass down on the counter with force, which honestly shocks you given how many times he has broken it.

You're not concerned about his act, since you know from firsthand experience that he hasn't previously and will never be open about his emotions for you in a room full of people from his social circle. He can act as disturbed as he wants, but you already know the reality. Finally, you decided not to waste any more time on him and instead focus on the birthday boy, who is currently conversing with Marcus and some other footballers. His arms are holding you from behind, and your back is resting comfortably on his chest.

Your head snaps as you hear your favourite music begin to play.

"Would anyone like to go dancing?" Jadon's low voice pierces your ear, and you smile at his excellent assessment. You spin around to face him, your heart pounding with excitement.

"Is that an invitation?"

"only if it's with you," his statement causes you to bite your lower lip to keep from smiling too much before taking his hand in yours to steer deeper into the swarm of bodies dancing.

As soon as you find your place on the dance floor, his hands move to your hips, carefully stroking them, just to be dragged into his front. You close your eyes and move to the beats of the song, as well as the delicate yet seductive touches of the man behind you. While grinding your ass against Jadon’s crotch, your hands swim along your body, feeling yourself. The act instantly prompts him to tighten his grasp on you while his face leans lower next to yours.

"You know you're killing me, right?" you smirk with satisfaction. You can feel how your movements influence his lower body, and you can't pretend that it's one-sided as Jadon alone can determine how wet you are by rubbing his fingers against your underwear. Both of you are turned on, and you are about to abandon everything to bring him back to your place and fuck him. God was the only one who knew how badly you want that.

Everyone reacts when all of the lights are gradually turned off and the music stops. A second later, a separate set of lights is turned on, providing a wonderful warm atmosphere within the club, while a group of people bearing a large cake with many candles on it appears to be approaching towards you and Jadon.

Obviously, you attempt to move away from Jadon to give him room while singing the birthday song with everyone else, but he refuses to let go. Instead, he throws his arm around your waist and keeps you with him the entire time. Shocked and flustered are among the least things you'd describe yourself as feeling at the time, yet in order to avoid further attention, you maintain your cheerful expression and smile.

Everyone, including you, cheers and applauds as the candles are blown out, but you are stunned once again by Jadon pressing you up against him just to kiss you on the cheek in front of everyone, all eyes on you. Your eyes widen as a result of his rapid behavior, and you can feel your face heating up as a result of all the shyness that consumes you.

The music is finally turned back on, and everyone dissipates to resume their former activities. You refuse to raise your gaze, knowing full well that there are still eyes on you, especially after Jadon's display of affection for you. You notice his face leaning above your shoulder and tilt your head to meet it.

"Do you want to know what I wished for?" he asks, maintaining his hand on your jawline and staying a close distance from your face.

You completely spin around to face his front whilst keeping eye contact and encircling your arms behind his neck.

"You do realize it's not going to happen if you say it, right?" You notice him smirking at your response and raising his hand to cup your face.

"Hmm...I don't know, I think my chances are pretty good," his playful comment makes you giggle, and you decide to play along.

"How are you so sure about it?" you question back bluntly, noting how his gaze darkens.

"Because I have been feeling you all night, baby, and I know you like it, don't you?" You fail to trust your own words after this, knowing full well that you will moan. Then he gently moves his face near to your ear as his hands compel your bodies to meet entirely.

"Come on, say it, baby girl. I’m gonna make you feel so good, you only need to say the word.” His statements are meant only to turn you on more. Your mind immediately fills with sensual thoughts, and your eyes close as his breath brushes against your skin.

One of your hands tries to slide down his chest, almost desperate to feel more of him, but you know it's not enough, and all you need to tell him is that for him to give you the release you are looking for. Something within you, though, makes you hesitate to respond positively, which bothers you terribly. You are obviously drawn to him, Jadon is definitely attracted to you, and he has clearly offered you a good time, so what's the problem?

“fuck Jadon i-”

You feel something liquid soak your shoulder down to the edge of your dress as you are abruptly shoved from the side. You let out a frantic gasp, taken off guard, as Jadon's grasp tightened on your hips to keep you from losing balance. You both turn your heads to greet the guy who interrupted you and destroyed your outfit, and you can't help but laugh at the irony.

It is the girl from the restroom who vented about Erling ghosting her, but she of course wasn't alone.

"Erlinggg, be careful, I just spilled my drink" her unpleasant whiny tone just makes you want to slap her even more after the incident.

"Yeah on fucking me," you speak with obvious rage in your voice as you stare at the both of them.

"Oops," she says cheerfully and without remorse. Erling is simply standing there with a tiny smile on his face, and that was just the icing on the cake for you.

"Halaand, make sure you teach your mop how to wet the floor, or better throw it away; I'm sure you have plenty of others to replace it with." You snap at him, forcing him and the girl to narrow their eyes. The girl is about to answer, but you don't give her time as you glance at Jadon and murmur a brief "I will be back" before heading out the bathroom.

When you enter the room, you are happy to see that no one is present since you would be humiliated to have to clean yourself in front of others. You quickly begin to repair yourself using water from one of the sinks and plenty of toilet paper.

You are furious with Erling; you believe he did it on purpose, which irritates you. He has no right to try to interject himself or ruin your enjoyment because he is envious or anything. On the one hand, you're pleased of making him feel that way, and it's one of the reasons you landed up at the party in the first place, but pulling jealousy acts like that on you after what he's done was outrageous. You are aware of his jealously tendencies, but you never expected him to be so petty.

Why bother caring in the first place when he was the one who ruined all you two had?

At the end of the day, you don't want to think about what’s her name either, since you've been very familiar with those girls and their nasty attitude due to your brother's environment, and you've had no problem standing up against them whenever the circumstances called for it. But, my God, the fact that she's involved with Erling irritates you and makes you low key envious, but you're not going to admit it to yourself.

You were so engrossed in your thoughts that you didn't see the person entering the bathroom or the click of the door locking.

"What do you think you're doing with Jadon?" Erling appears beside you, and you place your palms over your heart, taken off guard.

"Oh my God, what the hell are you doing here, it's the women's bathroom!" you shout quietly to avoid being heard outside the room.

"I fucking locked the door, no one will bother, answer the damn question."

He argues back, forcing you to narrow your eyes at him.

"What is it to you that I do with Jadon?"

"Because you're using him to get revenge on me." He has the audacity to call you out.

"Would you like to talk about revenge? How about that stunt you pulled with the bimbo?" You battled back, becoming increasingly irritated by his behaviour. He doesn't say anything else or try to make excuses for what happened; he knows you can see straight through him. In annoyance, he lets out a deep sigh and rubs the bridge of his nose.

"I have every right to know if it involves my ex and best friend," he says, raising his eyes once again.

"Oh, so I'm your ex now? I thought you mentioned me to your buddies as one of your one-night stands?" While folding your arms across your chest, you raise an eyebrow in questioning.

"We both agreed not to make it public, and you are aware of that."

"Then I'm sure you know that being in a relationship with someone doesn't involve any third parties, but you didn't seem to have an issue skipping over that part, did you?"

"I made a mistake and-"

"It sounded like more than a mistake," you say, and he appears to have become even more upset as it turned out. After he sighed, the tension went up drastically.

“Do you want to know the truth? Fine. It was only one time, and I understand I have no excuses, but all the guys were trying to link me up with girls because they were suspicious of the fact that I didn't want to do anything with any other girl. We got really drunk one night, and they ended up matching me with a random woman from the bar we ended up at once. We didn’t go all the way though as soon as i realized that it’s not you i pushed her away. I felt awful about it right away since I really wanted to be serious with you. Whatever ridiculous things I'd say to the boys were solely to cover us up." he adds as he walks closer to you, causing you to take steps back to maintain the gap; however you eventually hit the wall behind you, leaving your efforts useless.

"Is that supposed to make things better? because it doesn't, and it simply points to whatever we had ended because of you, so don't come interrogating me about what I'm doing with Jadon." Hearing his remarks makes you almost tear up. It's one thing to learn about it through his discussions with others, and quite another to hear him admit it to you. It's as if you went back in time and are now reliving the night you discovered the truth. He has now trapped you against the wall, with both arms on either side of you.

"Yes, I will because you are still important to me." His voice rises with intensity as he says it, looking deep into your eyes before shifting his sight lower to your lips for a second.

"I didn't want our relationship to end, but when it did, I tried to get over it and couldn't. Every time I had, I'd sleep with a new woman to convince myself that in the end, you meant nothing, but it's not fucking true, and I can't accept seeing you get all cozy with anyone else if it's not me."

"I like Jadon"

All of a sudden one arm wraps around your waist, while the other grasps your face, smashing your lips together. Your breath is instantly caught in your throat, and your eyes widen in surprise; you try to stop him by pushing your hands against his hard chest, but he is stronger than you as he deepens the kiss forcing you to finally give into it and kiss him back. While you lock your arms around his neck, he lets his hands wander down to your hips and legs before effortlessly pulling you up and bringing you onto the bathroom counter.

His lips are so smooth on yours and his his lips feel so amazing on yours, and his way of kissing you leaves you breathless as he moves his tongue with such dominance. You missed this...you missed him.

The feeling of his body pressing against you again gives you an unexplainable sense of relief and your heart pounds in your chest. Your fingers dance in his knotted hair, and your legs hang open from the counter with him standing in between them. His hands are teasing you by caressing your nude thighs and slowly approaching your center. Your body instinctively responds by providing him extra space with your legs, allowing him to have a better peek under your dress.

"Who is this for, baby; who made you so wet?"

He lets out a satisfied groan as he runs his fingers over your drenched thong, feeling how wet it is. You hesitate to respond, knowing it will only create problems, but your chin gets caught before you realize it, urging your closed eyes to meet his passionate stare.

"I asked you a question," his tone conveys control, and you immediately respond.

"Jadon," his brow furrows in displeasure but gradually transforms into an evil sneer.

"Let's change that," his lips sink down your neck, sucking and kissing all your sensitive parts, prompting you to groan and your hands to tighten around him. Your legs tremble with excitement for what is about to come.

Suddenly, he takes your arms and tugs them behind your back. "Keep them there," he warns you gently but the rough tone of his voice prickling at your ear, causes your breathing to become heavy. One of his hands moves beneath your dress, between your spread legs, towards your wet clothed center once more. His fingers pull down the top of your thong, while the other taps your ass twice, urging you to lift your hips.

Then you feel the little piece of clothes sliding down your legs while your dress rises to rest about your waist. The coldness of the surface underneath you causes goosebumps all over your body. It makes you clench around nothing alongside turning you on even more. While his fingers slowly rubbed on your wet clit, your lower half arches towards his muscular torso, desperate to feel more.

"Please," you plead him softly as you open your eyes to completely gaze at him. You honestly don't know what exactly you're pleading for. Maybe it's his fingers, his tongue, or perhaps, his big thick cock that always helped you reach a new level of high, or maybe it's everything that includes him on you while his words scream for you to fantasize and feel more of him.You want him and you know you're going to blame yourself later for it, but you don't care right now. Your body is hungry enough to disregard all rationality in your head.

"Tell me what you want, baby," he says calmly. Your head bends backwards to rest on the mirror behind you as you feel the influence of his fingers on your core, giving him a greater view of your body. Your words trails off as one of his fingers pushes inside you; his free hand now glides from your thigh to your waist, forcing your dress to rise even higher. His chest rumbles and he lets out an animalistic howl as he sees more of your nakedness.

"Fuck, tell me what you want, baby" His voice is deeper than before, which drives you crazy even more as he slips two more fingers into your tightened walls. You're struggling to keep your hands where he wants them right now because all you want to do is touch him, run your hands across his chest, and feel all of him against you.

As your hands try to grasp the surface behind you, you mutter his name. "I want to touch you," you reply. He just smirks at you before leaning closer until his face is only a few inches away from yours; his curious hand has now switched over to grip your hands, ensuring you stay place.

"Do you think you deserve it, hmm?" he asks, cupping your jaw and dragging your gaze to his.

"Have you been a good little girl?" You can only nod eagerly in answer.

You can only nod eagerly in answer, hoping that this would be enough to convince him.

"Nah baby, I don't think you were," he says smugly, since he loved to punish you in any way he could, but you whimpered in protest. You're wet down there, and the sound of your wetness being pushed by his long fingers makes you feel filthy, but you love it, and he does as well. His secret addiction is the way your body reacts and responds to his hands. His fingers slide back up to your clit and softly circle it, causing you to move your hips into him.

There were plenty of times when he would think about you to get himself off, or even if he wasn't alone, his mind would return to memories of you, how beautiful you looked under him and how perfectly you took him in every way you both desired. You're grinding faster and harder, a pout forming on your face as you feel yourself approaching your climax. "Fuck, Erling yes, yes"

“Come for me baby” his mouth dips to your ear to murmur, and your body quickly obeys his words on its own. You exhale a gasp as you reach your climax, your eyes rolling in the back, and one of your hands quickly moves to grasp his muscular arm.

You can still feel his fingers rubbing over your clit, which only creates little jerks to your body as you become overstimulated. Your silky walls continue to throb from your high, still in need of being filled. Your awareness returns to reality as you listen to his strong breathing next to you and lean against his torso. His head swings between the area where your neck meets your shoulder and begins to trace gentle kisses on your skin; his other hand, which was clutching your arms, is now tenderly caressing your hand.

When you've calmed down, you sift your posture back as he takes a step back to give you some space. You hesitate to look at him, afraid about what is going to happen after this. You start fixing your dress and you hair before you proceed to get off of the counter. Your stability seems to betray you though and you are about to fall down but Erling is fast enough to prevent that. As he holds by you waist he helps you steady yourself while maintaining a careful gaze on you.

You avoid looking him in the eyes once again worrying that you are going to end up crying in his arms and hate yourself even more since reality started hitting you. You are feeling so guilty and so lost at the same time. You didn’t know how to handle the situation but the only thing that keeps ringing in your mind is that you need to leave and fast.

As soon as you are back on your feet you push back his arms and resume to your efforts of making yourself seem somewhat presentable again. Several minutes pass by where you both say nothing; only difference is that he is still observing you and perhaps expecting you to talk to him but you know better than to start something unending. After you have cleaned yourself , you check yourself out once last time and you are glad to see no evidence of his kisses on your skin so you proceed to leave the room but the call of your name stops you on your tracks.

“We need to talk” he says and thats when you finally turn around to look at him. His face is covered by a slight frown, bothered by your avoidance towards him; meanwhile you are angry and frustrated with your behaviour. There were a million of other scenarios about how this night could turn out and you chose the most ridiculous one.

“It was a mistake Erling, there is nothing to talk about. You go back to your side chicks and i go on with my life” you hold a serious expression as you talk to him with determination on your voice which doesn’t go unnoticed by him but you get curious when you hear him chuckling while looking downwards. You raise your brow in question before you ask him what he is laughing for.

“You are never going to forgive me are you?” he asks you back instead and then his frowned gaze meets yours. Your eyes narrow at him, trying to detect any lie in this sad painful expression that he holds and to your surprise you find none; but you are not the one to believe him, not anymore. How is he still bothered over your break up?

You are definitely not over it and you proved that just a few minutes ago but how is he not? Especially since he cheated you would have expected him to have moved on to the next girl. Regardless of him being drunk or not when it happened, it still hurt.

Where you supposed to die with anxiety every time he would go out with his friends, praying that he doesn’t get drunk to the point of being with someone else? You are not willing to go down that road. You had agreed on dating secretly, wanting to be understanding and look where it got you.

You refuse to give him an answer or continue this unending conversation so you turn around to leave once again. You have just unlocked the door when you hear him call your name trying to get your attention back but you ignore him and finally open the door. As you exit the room you walk fast through the people inside the club wanting to get to the main entrance to leave. Your guiltiness is eating you up thinking about Jadon, you decide that you will have to text him about having left since you didn’t have the guts to face him right now.

On your way you hear your name being called from behind but assuming that its Erling, you ignore it and keep on walking. Once you have finally gotten yourself out of the club you feel a cold breeze of fresh air hit you and you exhale loudly, feeling like you can breath again. Wasting no more time you take your phone out to text your friend to come pick you up and thankfully she is quick enough to text you back telling you that she is on her way.

You let out another sigh, your chest feeling heavy from all the build up emotion. You want to cry, scream, anything to get rid of the frustration that is inside you, still in disbelief for what you did. You mind immediately goes back to Jadon and as you are about to text him, you hear your name being called and this time you turn around to face the person. Expecting it to be Erling you are ready to lash out and tell him to leave you alone but you surprised when you see Jadon instead.

“Not even a goodbye?” he teases you as he nears you to stand in front of you. He has he hands dipped inside his pockets as he looks at you with that playful smirk on his face.

“Jadon i-i am sorry, i was about to text you about leaving because something happene-“

“It’s Erling, isn’t it?” he interrupts you and you are immediately shocked by his words. You feel your stomach twist up as you think about him knowing what happened. Did he see you? or worse heard you while being in the bathroom? You are loss of words and after catching your hesitance in your expression he decides to speak up again.

“Look if there is something going on betwe-”

“No there isn’t, i promise, its just complicated” the words rush out of your mouth before you can control them and you are honestly ready to explain everything to him right then and there but you are so overwhelmed that you feel as if you are about to cry. He nods along to your words and you are about to talk again but he stops you.

“I had fun with you tonight and I don’t know what happened between you two in the bathroom but you are obviously upset by him and i-” he doesn’t get to finish his sentence since he gets disrupted by a strong voice which catches both of your attention.

“Y/N” you see Erling shouting for you while standing right outside the entrance of the club. As soon as both of your gazes meet his expression softens but quickly switches to a glaring one when he notices Jadon with you. He nears you both and you close your eyes for a minute feeling yourself about to burst out.

"We didn't finish our conversation" He refers to you at first before he glances at Jadon besides him. "And what the fuck is he doing here again? What’s your deal with her huh?" he questions him with a threatening tone while stepping closer to him, enough until their chest almost meet.

Their height difference gives Erling the advantage to tower over him intimidatingly as he is glaring at him. His posture and behavior gives you the hint that he is ready to start a fight, but Jadon doesn’t seem to mind at all as he returns the same angry expression to him, indicating that he is not willing to back out either. The surprise comes when Jadon finally reacts by pushing Erling off of him.

"She isn't fucking yours so how about you leave her alone!" Jadon loudly protests and your eyes widen in shock by his action; knowing that a fight is about to start you move quickly in front of Erling in effort to put stop to it. His glare only looked more hateful after his supposedly best friend's move towards him and he would go up against him if it wasn't for your gentle hands to stop him from acting upon his thoughts.

"Erling you need to leave” you tell him seriously and at first he doesn’t respond nor looks at you but continues to threaten Jadon with his gaze.

When he finally shifts his eyesight to you, you notice how his eyes slightly soften over his frowned expression which instantly makes your heart melt but you refuse to allow any other emotion cross your face at this moment. After he holds eye contact with you for a minute or so he closes his eyes for a second and rubs his face with his hand as he looks anywhere but you.

“I’m not done with you” he tells you seriously after returning his focus back on you and you only nod at him as he finally steps back to leave but not before he gives another threatening look at Jadon.

You slowly turn around face Jadon and your mentally exhaustion already covers your face causing him to frown at you worriedly. He doesn’t get the chance to speak up as a horn behind you is heard and you both turn to look at your best friend inside her car. You give Jadon an apologizing look and quietly mutter to him that you’ve got to go. He nods at you in response and wishes you goodbye as he watches you enter the passenger seat and disappear inside the car.

#football imagines #erling haaland angst #erling haaland smut #erling haaland x reader #erling haaland imagine #erling haaland fic #erling haaland #jadon sancho x reader #jadon sancho fic #jadon sancho imagine #jadon sancho #jadon sancho fluff

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ohwhataniight · 1 month

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WIP - Chapter 2 of more than the world can contain

AO3 is down and I just finished a chapter of my new WIP so here's a teaser:

You tell me it ain't what it seems But baby, this is looking like a crime scene There's clothes thrown on the balcony And you smell like perfume out a magazine I'm throwing all your shit out of my window Telling you I wish that we had never spoke Baby, I already know Well, fight or flight, I'd rather die Than have to cry in front of you Fight or flight, I'd rather lie Than tell you I'm in love with you My eyes are welling up as you admit there's someone new It's my move, fight or flight

Fight or Flight - Conan Gray

Being Sherlock Holmes’s flatmate is... interesting, to say the least. The fact that a household - and our bodies - need groceries in order to function is beyond him. I provide food and stability, he provides body parts and flamboyance. He just sits on his armchair and points me to his credit card like a freakin sugar daddy (picking each other’s pockets must be the man’s love language) and when I return from the super market he lets me carry the bags upstairs without ever offering to help. As if that weren’t enough, I find him sitting lost deep in thought with his fingertips meeting under his chin, on my password protected laptop.

And yet, I stay.

Money is rough so I get a job at a surgery, quite effortlessly if I may say so myself. The doctor who interviews me is quite good looking, and I dare say flirtatious as well. Things seem to be looking up. Finally, something is happening to me.

I am lost deep into Moran’s case when John returns home, suggesting I hadn’t noticed he’d gone out. Of course I’d noticed, I notice everything. I simply found there is no point in stating the mundane, the meaningless. He went out, so what. Imagine if I start to comment on the man’s every action - the grocery shopping and the day job.

He’s gotten one. A day job. He announces his satisfaction by referring to it with a female pronoun. The dissonance catches my attention. Why would he feminize his job? Isn’t that a bit like people who give feminine names to their cars in order to establish the fact that they possess them? No, John isn’t like that. A person then, at the job. Pretty receptionist? No, it seems to be another doctor. I give no mind to that. Soon we’re standing in front of the billboard, cracking the code, and this is what it’s all about. The Work.

“Just formalities. Fingerprints, charge sheet, and I’ve got to be in magistrates’ court on Tuesday.”

“What?”

“Me, Sherlock! In court, on Tuesday! They’re giving me an ASBO!”

“Good, fine.”

“You wanna tell your little pal he’s welcome to go and own up anytime.”

I need a favour. SH

About time, brother mine. Have you finally decided to take up on my offer and visit my tailor? MH

Not really. Your tailor wants to have sex with me. SH

Astute observation, though he is far more skilled than yours. MH

Oh, so you have tested his skills. SH

I meant in his job. Unlike you, I have standards. MH

You get what you pay for, Sherlock. MH

John got an ASBO. He seems quite affected by it. SH

Will you be a dear? SH

I’m on it. MH

As long as you don't leave me alone at the next family dinner. MH

Fine. SH

Look at you. The things you'll do for John Watson. MH

It's endearing. MH

Shut up, Mycroft. SH

@gaylilsherlock @inevitably-johnlocked

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aliceinnaughtyland · 1 year

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HURT - PART. 2

Pairing: Takatora x Reader

Warnings: Smut (obviously), unprotected sex (be smarter than that!), inexperienced!Last Boss, experienced!reader, slightly sub!Last Boss, slightly dom!reader, begging, slight orgasm control, a little of angst

Word count: 2.1 K

Summary: Last Boss overthinked something he heard, leading to a really happy ending.

Author’s note: Guess who’s back, back again! Thank you all for being so kind and patient! This is a really soft smut, nothing to crazy, but I think it’s cute. I love this story but to be honest, it’s been a while since I have written anything and as English is not my native language, I think the grammar is a little less correct than usual. Feel free to correct me if needed! Also Niragi smut coming soon!

Nota bene: We do NOT condone Takatora’s actions as we do NOT condone rape! We only love the Shuntarô Yanagi’s interpretation of Last Boss. This is fantasies only! You do NOT deserve this! If you are a victim of violence, please get help as soon as possible: You are not alone. Staf safe xx

Same place, different day. The sun was high in the sky, which could only mean one thing: let’s hang out at the pool!

You were wearing your best bikini, looking like a goddamn Goddess as usual, as a guy approached you. You never saw him before, but you didn’t think too much of it. The Beach was a big place.

After the usual–and boring- pickup lines, as you were trying to find a polite way to leave, you heard a voice resonated behind you.

“Well, well, well, trying to get lucky tonight?” Niragi asked, the poor guy, the usual level of arrogance in his voice.

You turned around to see the armed guy staring at him, a playful look in his eyes as scaring people off amused him, all the militants behind him. The guy didn’t answer, so Niragi continued.

“Fuck off now, she’s Last Boss’ girl!”

The guy ran away before you could say anything, and now you were pissed. Obviously you weren’t interested in this guy, but who the fuck did Niragi think he was?

“Fuck off, Niragi! What the fuck? I’m no one’s girl, you hear me? Now get away from me!” you stormed off, letting Niragi confused.

As you left, you didn’t pay attention to Last Boss and didn’t see how his face contortioned with hurt. I mean, sure you two weren’t together, but you didn’t have to act so annoyed about people thinking it was the case.

Ok both of you never promised anything to each other. Fuck, you never even kiss! But you couldn’t convince him that there was absolutely nothing between you two.

You were always together!

He could recognize you just by the heat coming from your body. That’s how much you’ve been around each other recently.

He felt safe sleeping with you every night, even if that meant he had to share every aspect of his life and intimacy with you. That how comfortable he was around you.

So yeah, maybe you weren’t his girl, but fuck, you had to be something!

You getting so defensive over the fact that someone could have had thought that you were his-

His.

Fuck!

You had to be his!

This night was the first time in weeks he didn’t come to your room. No problem, you decided to go to his instead. You took all the things you needed for the night and headed through the corridor, ready to hang out. But arrived at his room, he was nowhere to be found.

You figured he just had some militant shit to do and just went back to your room, binge watching your last Netflix movie until you fell asleep.

Ok now that was clear. He was fucking ignoring you!

It has been days now, and that was fucking annoying. Hurtful even.

What the hell have you done for him to treat you like that suddenly?

You no longer saw him, and when you did catch him across the room, when you tried to reach out to him, he just raw away. Two fucking times.

Not only were you confused as fuck, because what the hell did you do to him for him to just erase you from his life, but this behaviour also hurt you. Even if it had only been three days, you were so used to his presence near you that this absence was remarkable. You were missing your friend.

Friends. That’s what you were right.! Right?

That’s normal for friends to hang out a lot. That’s what friends do.

Always searching for the other in a room? Friends.

Not accepting to let the other go to a game alone, even if that means risking your life? Very friendly way.

Sleeping together every night? Friends.

Cuddling after a nightmare? Obviously friends.

And wanting to hold his hand? Friends?

Imagining how soft his lips would be against yours? Okay-

Maybe the limits weren’t that clear to be honest.

But you never talked about it. Never even implied it. Never kissed.

Okay, since you’ve met him, no one else in the entire Beach ever caught your eyes.

Not that anyone dared to seduce you. Any times you entered a room, a dangerous killer was by your side.

Anyway, no matter what your situationship was, this little game of hide and seek needed to stop! You were determinate to confront him. And you needed this confrontation today!

You waited in the corner of the corridor, your eyes on his dorm, waiting for him. As he appeared, you followed him.

As you slammed the door behind you, Takatora quickly turned around, his katana soon pressing into your throat.

“Y/N what the actual fuck? I could have killed you”

“Hello to you too Takatora”

He didn’t answer you, the sound of his name on your tongue making his heart freeze a little.

“Are you going to lower that thing of yours or are you debating on actually killing me?” you continued.

The man sighed as he pushed his katana aside on the table beside you.

“What are you doing here?”

“Why are you ignoring me?”

He stayed silent so you continued.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, T?”

“What the fuck is wrong with me? Oh a lot of things are wrong with me Y/N! That’s why I’m trying to make sure you’re not seen with me! Wouldn’t want to embarrass you now, would we?”

He wasn’t screaming, but his tone was harsh and cold.

“What?” you asked in disbelief. Your eyebrows frowned. You didn’t even know how to react at this point.

“Oh cut the crap will you”

Cut the crap? Since when did Last Boss became so bitter. He was acting so out of character.

“You think I didn’t hear you the other day?” he continued “Making sure everyone knew we weren’t together”

“What?” you repeated

Your brain just ceased to function at this point, and all you did was try to comprehend the words that came out of his fucking mouth as he continued to ramble incoherently.

“Wait, wait! Just shut the fuck up, will you?” you interrupted him “You think I’m mad because Niragi said we were together?”

“Well-“

“I’m not mad at people thinking we’re together, Takatora. I’m mad because I want Niragi to respect me as a person and not as someone’s property. I want men to respect me because I said no, not because I’m a man’s wife. I want my no to be more important than another man's prize.”

“Oh”

“Yeah! Oh!” you imitated him.

Okay, now he was definitely ashamed. His eyes were scanning the ground as his life depended on it.

“I’m with you 24/7 T. Do you really think I give a fuck about what people think? Huh? And what would they think anyway?”

Your questions were meet with silence.

“What would they think, Takatora?” you repeated, much softer this time as you approached him.

Your hand found his cheek, pulling his face to finally look at you again.

“I don’t know” he whispered.

“I don’t know either”

Takatora was thinking. He needed to come with something. Quick. Something to change the subject. Fucking anything.

He tried his hardest, but his trail of thoughts was interrupted by someone getting too close to him. Not someone. You.

His eyes found yours and-

The kiss was sweet. Almost chaste. It was a kiss of pure love. At first.

Your arms soon found their way around his neck as he deepened the kiss. He caressed you, palms exploring the curves of your body.

His hands were trembling. Was it the nervousness about what was coming or the fear of losing you? He didn’t know himself.

His fingers became more urgent, slipping under your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin against his.

You raised your arms for him to take the hint and lift your shirt over your head, and he did, unable to resist. Meanwhile, one of your hand opened his hoodie while the other traced his newly uncovered chest.

“You’ll have to teach me” he panted against your lips.

“You’ve never-“

“No, I’ve never” he said as he kissed you again.

Soon enough, you were both on the bed, him laying down on his back, completely naked, you kneeling next to him, in nothing but your panties.

You were kissing his neck and he was already gone. Your body next to his, your warmth on his skin, your lips on his neck, your hand that was traveling south really fast and-

“Oh ! ” He panted as you grabbed him.

You lifted your eyebrows, silently asking him for permission and he nodded.

His strangle moans filled the room as you started sliding your hand up and down his cock. Who knew he was so noisy?

“You ignored me” you stated, your hand slowly moving around him.

“I’m sorry” he breathed.

“For three days”

“I’ll make anything for you to forgive me”

“Like what?”

“Any- Anything you want”

At this point, he couldn’t take it anymore. You were casually talking to him. While jerking him off. You were masturbating him so slowly, making sure it wasn’t enough for him to cum. But it was. And he was so close. He could almost feel it.

His hands were gripping the sheets beside him, not daring touching you. His eyes were elusive.

“Look at me”

“I can’t. You’re too perfect, I’m gonna cum” he panted, and you giggled.

“I’ll think about forgiving you then” you continued.

“Y/N” he whispered, gripping your wrist for you to stop your ministrations and sitting, making you sit with him, “I really am sorry”

This time, his eyes were on yours. It wasn’t about sex anymore. He really was searching for you. He wanted to be sure that you’ll forgive him.

You pushed him back, laying him down on the bed again.

You needed him now, but you still wanted to tease him. You wanted to be in control.

You stood beside the bed, taking off your panties and he audibly gasped, throwing his head back on the bed, though his eyes stayed on you the entire time.

You straddle his thighs, and he grunted, feeling your weight on him. You brushed his length with your knuckles and smirked at his reaction. But you wanted more. You wanted to make him go crazy. Crazy for you.

You leant toward him and kissed him deeply. And as you did, you readjusted yourself to sit on his dick.

You started to grin against him, rolling your hips on his length. Humping was always one of your favourites, but with Takatora beneath you, breathless and helpless, you knew you could become fucking addicted. Your clit rubbed against his navel at each of your motions, sending jolts of electricity to your core.

Takatora didn’t know what to do. This was the first time he ever had this kind of feeling, this kind of intimacy. And it was you. His brain couldn’t function anymore. But his body knew better. His hands gripped your hips, accompanying your movements without altering them. His eyes couldn’t leave you either. Your tummy, your breasts, your face. Everything about you was surreal. And the sounds. He could die a lucky man if the last sound he heard was your soft moans.

That was it. He was close.

“Ah fuck, I’m gonna- Fuck”

You stopped moving, and he groaned.

“Not yet T”

He wanted to ask you, to beg you. Anything that could encourage you to continue, to go faster. But he knew better than that. Oh well, fuck it-

“I want you to fuck me. Ride me. Use me to get off. Fuck. Give me anything. Please.”

These words only made your pussy throb against him. You knew he could feel it. There was something about having a dangerous man beneath you, helpless and begging for more.

The words were dirty, but the eyes, this was the look of love. He looked at you with so much adoration that you wished you could have for yourself half the love he had for you.

You didn’t want to lose any time anymore. You reached between you and grabbed his cock, asking him a last time if he was still ok with the experience. And after having the confirmation you needed, you sat on his cock. The strangled moan that came out of him at this exact moment was printed inside your brain. He fitted perfectly inside of you and you resumed your previous movements, this time feeling him inside of you.

“Fuck. Fuck. Y/N. Fuck”

Takatora knew he was coming sooner rather than later.

“What can I do?” he asked “Tell me what to do for you”

At that, you grabbed his hand and guided it to your core.

Takatora had no experience, and you knew it. So you just moved his fingers against your clit. He took over quickly, and you sped up one last time before your orgasm milked his.

You laid on him, your face on his neck, trying to regain a normal breathing pattern.

“I should ignore you more often”

"Don't you dare!"

#alice in borderland #alice in borderland fanfiction #alice in borderland imagine #alice in borderland smut #takatora #takatora imagine #last boss #last boss imagine #last boss smut #takatora smut

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irrelevantwriter · 2 years

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Sweet Talk, Sweet Motion

Pairing: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) x Female Reader/You

Rating: Explicit, 18+, NSFW

Warnings: Language, mentions of drug use, vaginal fingering, oral sex (male receiving), protected vaginal sex, mention of bodily fluids (y'all know the drill)

Word Count: 2242

Summary: Part 7. You and Eddie finally break that sexual tension.

A/N: Part seven and the last of my Flattery Will Get You Everywhere series has arrived! And they finally get to fuck (bless)! Check out the links below for previous chapters. I’ll be making a mini-masterlist for this series so you guys can find all the links easily. And I’ve got more Eddie content coming y’all’s way so stay tuned! Enjoy and share with your friends! Feedback is that good shit.💗

Disclaimer: As always, reader inserts are true reader inserts. If you find any specifics in regards to reader’s appearance, kindly let me know and I will fix that.

*Find previous and future chapters here

*Check out my other Eddie fics here

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Three songs had come and gone on the radio.

Nearly ten minutes worth of making out and Eddie was nowhere near ready to separate from you. In all fairness, you didn’t appear to be in a hurry either.

His confidence and boldness soared as he got to explore you in ways he’d only dreamed of. He listened to each sound you made and why you made it.

You whimpered when he nibbled at your neck.

You dug your nails into his shoulders when he trailed kisses down your cleavage.

You moaned when he shifted his weight above you, brushing against your hot center.

When you tried in vain to pull him closer, you both realized your skirt prohibited the action. You reached for the hem and shimmied the restricting material up your thighs. Eddie only watched as more gloriously soft skin was revealed to his hungry gaze.

“S’okay,” you soothed, taking one of his hands and trailing it up your thigh.

He could feel the heat radiating off you. Your hand abandoned his, but he couldn’t resist and continued on. You spread your thighs, wordlessly giving him permission. He bent down and kissed you as a thank you, tongues tangling sloppily.

When he didn’t feel fabric, he stopped. Until he realized what he was feeling. Soft hair and heated flesh, trickling with moisture.

“Oh Jesus, are you not wearing panties?” He laid his forehead against yours, overwhelmed with the idea of you not wearing panties all night.

“I couldn’t with this skirt,” you giggled, amused by his reaction.

He took a moment to control his breathing, hand still shoved up your skirt. You tilted your pelvis, silently telling him what you wanted. He resumed his path and confidently sought out your core. The minute he touched your flesh, you arched into him, eyes closed and head thrown back. He watched in awe as your breasts threatened to spill out of your bra.

Warm, wet heat met his fingers as he explored you. He’d only touched a girl like this a handful of times, but he used your body as his guide. Paying attention to what you needed from him. When his rings bumped your clit, you bit your lip.

“Inside…put your fingers inside me,” you pleaded.

He slipped two beyond your entrance, immediately met with sticky arousal. He rubbed his straining cock into your thigh at the feel of you.

“Fuck, you’re wet.”

“Mmm,” you moaned in return, your hands now massaging your breasts over your bra.

He was transfixed. His eyes bounced from your face to your tits and down to where his hand was buried deep in your cunt. Your brows knitted together, your lips pursed as you huffed.

“What? What do you need?” he asked, ready and willing to take you to that place.

“I need to take this off.” You gestured to your bra and without any words, you reached around and undid the clasp, pulling the material away.

“Holy shit…” he praised, taking in your naked breasts and how they bounced with his movements. He didn’t even have to think about it, he just attached his lips to your nipple, pulling sweet sounds from your lips.

“Like this?”

“Yes, yes…” you preened, holding his head there as his calloused finger found your clit.

He felt your walls grip him so he repeated his actions. He repeated them until you were nearly sobbing with pleasure. Your thighs began to shake and your pussy sucked him in as you gasped and then stiffened, body rolling against his. He felt every contraction as he sat still inside of you. He swore he could cum just by simply bearing witness to your climax.

When your body finally went limp, he very gently removed himself from your clutches. You hissed, but recovered when he took a moment to inspect his fingers. They were glossy and coated in your release, practically sealing his digits together. He did what felt natural and sucked them into his mouth.

You tasted like heaven.

The resounding notes of Kiss’ I Was Made for Lovin’ You began to play through his stereo speakers and he had to inwardly laugh at the irony of it. He hated the song. Couldn’t stand it most days, but in this moment, with you spread out like an angel below him, it was utter perfection.

Your thighs tightening around his waist pulled him back to the moment as your hands searched for his belt buckle, an eagerness now taking hold. He sat up onto his knees and quickly rid himself of his shirt while you undid his jeans.

You joined him on his knees, reaching behind you to unzip your skirt. He watched as the fabric pooled at your waist before you pushed it down. You were fully naked in front of him and he was stunned. You looked better than anything he could’ve dreamt or imagined. You were his fantasy come to life.

“Shit, you’re pretty.”

You beamed at his compliment and pulled his lips to yours. He let his hands glide over the soft curves of your body, feeling goosebumps rise up in his wake.

“I wanna do something for you. Can I?”

He could never say no to you.

“Uh, yeah…yeah.”

You directed him to lay on the bed, discarding your skirt. He did as you requested and watched as you knelt between his legs, his dick painfully throbbing at the sight. Your nimble fingers pulled the denim down and off until his cock was free and bobbing against his stomach. He swallowed, seeing your tits sway as you got into place and bent over him.

“Oh, motherfucker…” He sucked in a breath when your lips covered the head of his dick. He tried hard to remain still, fingers tangling into the sheets.

He watched you, feeling your mouth expertly work him over. His eyes rolled back into his head when you took him all the way in, the action causing your throat to bulge. You hummed around him and he jerked, causing you to pull back with a gasp.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you soothed, hand still gliding smoothly up and down his length.

You sat up some, garnering his attention as your free hand drifted between your legs. He nearly whined, seeing you dip a finger into your pussy. You added another, moaning as you pleasured yourself. He rocked his hips into your fist, unable to lay still.

Your eyes took in the bead of white that dotted his tip, a seemingly proud smile glossing your lips. You removed your fingers from yourself and let them join your other hand on his cock.

Eddie almost came.

Slick, soft and warm, coated him as you jerked him off. You touched him in ways he’d never been touched before. It was mind blowing and more intense than any fumbling encounter he’d had in the back of his van.

“Not yet, not yet,” he chanted breathlessly as you swiped your thumb over the head. He was so close to cumming and he knew if he did he wouldn’t likely recover any time soon. So he pushed your hand away.

You stopped, flashing him a coquettish smile as you straddled his hips. “You have something?”

It took his brain a minute to catch up and when it did he nodded and hurriedly produced a foil packet from his nightstand. You grabbed it, tearing the package open and lining the latex up on his cock perfectly. He breathed through his nose as you carefully rolled the condom on, mindful of your sharp nails.

“You ready?”

“God yes,” he admitted, sitting up so that he could have access to you in his lap.

You held him still as you began to sink down. Nothing but tight heat enveloped him. He clenched his jaw against the instinct to buck up into you. He let you set your own pace, watching the way you used him to get yourself off.

“Shit, Eddie…that feels amazing. So full,” you murmured into his neck, letting your walls get acclimated to him.

He was struggling against the chokehold your pussy had over him. His head was buried in your tits, trying to focus on anything but the squeezing of your inner muscles.

“Y-you feel good too. So good. Too good,” he mindlessly ranted, hoping he didn’t sound too pussy drunk.

You started out slow. Your hips rocking more than they were rising. He could feel you seeking him out on the downstroke, desperate for your clit to be stimulated. He ghosted his hands across your back and over your ass, gripping the flesh and spreading you.

“Oh, shit…”

“Did I hurt you?” He removed his hands immediately, afraid of what he’d done.

“No, no…not at all.”

You pressed your chest into his and pushed him back. You followed him, breasts pillowing above him as you gained purchase and started to ride him. The headboard began to slam against his wall, your momentum picking up the wetter you got.

He massaged your breasts while you bounced, your body letting him know you were on the precipice. You rode him like he’d only ever seen in porno movies, a hand stroking reverently at your clit. And as you whimpered and moaned and called his name, he knew he wanted this again and again and again.

He was addicted.

“Eddie, fuck…I’m gonna cum.”

No sooner had the words left your mouth, and you were coming undone on his cock. His fingers dug into your hips as you spasmed around him. You looked beautifully possessed by pleasure. Head thrown back and lips parted. Even through the condom he could feel you soak him.

He waited you out as you settled down and collapsed against his body. A soft hum left your lips when he traced your spine with a finger. He could feel residual contractions around his dick still embedded in you. He pushed up, testing your sensitivity.

You moaned. “Hmmm…however you want me. Do it,” you seductively whispered into his ear, nuzzling his hair.

Eddie thrust up at your words, feeling you stiffen. He rolled you onto your back and slowly started to roll his hips. You widened your legs and gripped his forearms, bracing for his attack.

The obnoxious sound of your cunt swallowing him made that tingle form at the base of his spine. He thrust harder and faster, enjoying the way your tits rocked with his actions. He moved to his knees to gain traction and fucked you like he’d never fucked anyone.

You took it all. And by the end of it you were begging for more.

He caught your hand snaking between your bodies, seeking your clit. He watched as you worked to cum again. Seeing you so fucked out made his body overheat. His primal brain took over as he slammed into you with a strength he usually reserved for his own hand. But you, you could handle it. And you did.

“Fuck, fucking fuck,” he chanted as he plunged deep, releasing into the condom at the same time you climaxed.

His vision nearly blacked out. His hearing felt like he’d been hit with a flash bang. He continued to thrust into you until he was sure he was milked dry. He collapsed atop you, much like you had him. His skin stuck to yours as sweat and cum made a mess between your bodies.

“Christ,” he breathed into your neck, feeling you shake beneath him as you laughed.

“Yeah, I agree.”

You both caught your breath, in no hurry to separate. When the radio switched to commercials, Eddie regrettably pulled away from you. You both grimaced as he freed himself from your body. He tried to discreetly dispose of the condom while you stretched, feline-like across his bed. He could see the glistening streaks of cum along your thighs, a satisfied yawn leaving your lips.

He was fucking doomed.

After tugging his jeans on and grabbing your abandoned beers and joint, he returned to see you snuggled into his sheets. He set the beers to the side and climbed into bed next to you, sparking up the joint.

You took it from him and puffed, passing it back with lazy movements.

“You okay?” he asked, feeling like had to. Though your sleepy grin would say otherwise. You looked more than okay.

“I’m great. Are you okay?” You shifted onto your side, the sheet falling away as you tucked your arms under your chin. He tried hard not to stare at your exposed breasts.

“Yeah. Very fucking okay.”

You laughed. “Good.”

“You can crash here if you want? Grab some breakfast in the morning,” he ventured to suggest.

You smiled and nodded, reaching for his hand as you moved to support yourself on an elbow. He took the hint and met your lips.

“Sounds great, Munson.”

You settled back into the sheets, nuzzling against his thigh as he continued to smoke. Occasionally he would reach out and trace your nose or lips, making you smile. He did that until you fell asleep. And then he spent the night watching you. Convinced that the moment he went to sleep you’d disappear.

Except you didn’t.

And after waking up and borrowing a shirt to wear, he took you to a diner just outside of town. You ordered the greasiest thing on the menu while he went for pancakes. It was, what he would consider, your first official date.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things

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lovesbiggerthanpride · 2 years

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Ok if Javi G doesn’t work how about Dieter getting stuck having to watch one of his own movies and you’re there for him

(Or if need be I could come up with something for Frankie or Peña)

Pairing: Dieter x Female reader

Note: A couple of “Baby”’s. Dieter being Dieter. :)

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“Welp. I’m fucked.”

Dieter’s appearance at this arthouse festival had been on the books and he thought it’d be a quick one. The usual wave, smile, and nod, vaguely comment about upcoming projects, a few photo ops, and leave immediately after. Back to his hotel room where he could smoke and have a juicy burger, maybe a few Kit-Kats for dessert.

He wasn’t expecting all of this.

The panel was so elated he came, they organized an impromptu viewing of his award-winning film. The announcement was made while Dieter was on stage with the host, so he had no time to plan an exit. This wasn’t supposed to be anything official. He was wearing a loose fitting flannel, jeans, and his “fancy” crocs, for fuck’s sake.

Dieter never watched his own movies. No exceptions. Usually, he was up for anything and everything, but for starters, he’d never get caught wearing wireless headphones, and revisiting the roles he played.

As the room erupted with applause after hearing they’d be in for a treat, Dieter was willing himself to not flip out. He searched for you, in the third row, equally panicked.

You mouthed, “It’s okay. Sit with me.”

As he sat among the crowd, he mumbled to you, “I should have brought an extra gummy. Maybe I can take a nap or call an Uber.”

Being the loyal friend and occasional date of Mr. Dieter Bravo whenever he was in town, you were also scrambling. The text you received from his agent, gave you clear instructions to keep the talent in the seat. You weren’t supposed to babysit for several hours. The plan was to hang out and catch up at the hotel, with reality tv playing and snacks to enjoy.

You watched Dieter’s lips pucker as he slouched in the chair, adjusting the signature tinted glasses to cover the disgust and embarrassment in his eyes.

“Baby, what am I suppose to do?”

“You can’t leave.”

“I know,” he answered sardonically. “It’s a bad look.”

Beyond the subtly cocky, I-don’t-give-the-slightest-fuck attitude, he was like everyone else, painfully aware of judging eyes, and constantly wanting approval. The Dieter only a few recognized off-camera, was starting to emerge.

“D. You gotta fix your face, everyone is going to see.” You looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to the movie’s star and his easy-to-read body language.

He pulled out his phone, checking messages, and remarked, “Who fucking cares? I don’t. This is some bullshit. I should just go.”

You tried to shush him, because his voice was rising, but the person in the row ahead of you, thankfully oblivious, turned around. “Mr. Bravo! I loved you in this one. You know the scene when—”

“No, I don’t, I do not watch my own shit, you should never watch your own shit.”

The fan gasped, “What? That’s no fun. What about all the premieres you attend?”

You knew your guy was starting to zone out; he was trying to focus, but the conversation was boring him. His arm was all up in his open shirt, rubbing his trapezius muscle.

“Mr. Bravo?”

He lifted his head, to find out what the person was asking again. Once he remembered, he smirked. “I’ll tell you a secret. I never stay for these things. I make arrangements, which I should have done for tonight.”

You grimaced at the thought of him being with anyone else, sneaking out, so he could be taken care of, whether it was a blowjob or a quick bump, or something else, more involved. Knowing you could not cross that line, at least not yet, you kept your cool and reassured him.

“Hey, D.”

“What?!”

You pulled back, with a glare that could make anyone immediately regret their action. That sharp, disrespectful tone that reached your ears was not going to fly with you. “Hey. None of that,” you sternly corrected. You had every right to get him in line, and remind him that he cannot talk to you that way. Ever.

Dieter apologized, rubbing your arm. “That was out of line. Forgive me.”

“Forgiven.”

He shook his head, lowering his glasses, so you could see those sad puppy eyes of his. “You would think after all this time, I wouldn’t get nervous. It’s one thing for everyone else to see me, but I don’t like seeing me. You can get fucked up overanalyzing everything you could have done or shouldn’t have done. That’s not good for me.”

You understood his thought process. But for his sake and your own, you were wishing this screening would end sooner than later. All you could do was be with him as you power through the awkwardness.

The lights were starting to dim, and he groaned. His go-to response? Raking his fingers through his floofy and soft curls that stick up and out. That’s when you know things were getting bad.

“Hey,” you decided to quickly run your hand on these wild strands. From everyone’s perspective, you were making sure he looked presentable. But you and Dieter knew he loved being touched and this was an easy distraction. “I’m right here.”

Squeezing your hand, he replied, “Thank you.”

Before the opening scene, you nudged him and whispered, “Thirty minutes. If it’s too much, we will leave. Hold my hand? Or if you want, you can put your head on my shoulder. How’s that?”

You waited for him to respond, hoping this plan can work for the both of you. Hoping he doesn’t see your own nerves, as you inched closer towards the intersection of friends and lovers. It wasn’t the spicy level of fun he was used to, but maybe this could go in the right direction.

He kissed your cheek and genuinely smiled. The smile you knew and adored. You could tell his attitude was shifting, because he took off the shades.

“I love that idea. Thanks, baby.”

Tagging: @moralesfish, @heythere-mel, @oogaboogasphincter, @thefuckinsandes

#Dieter Bravo #Dieter Bravo x reader #Dieter Bravo x you #the bubble #dieter bravo x f!reader #Dieter Bravo x female reader #Dieter Bravo fanfiction #Mellie’s fics #nicolethered

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danses-with-dogmeat · 2 years

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We are given so little to work with for the fallout 3 companions, I feel any content with them is at least 60% headcanon at this point. So what are your fallout 3 companion headcanons?

Omg it's true 😞 whenever I pick up FO3 I realize how much I miss the companions quests and all the dialogue we get with NV and especially with 4.

I'll be pretty brief (I'm lying to you), but here's just a tidbit of my own ideas on each of the FO3 folks that help me with characterization and such.

Butch:

He's a lot of talk. And not just when it comes to bragging and fighting, but with everything. He likes to overexaggerate, and it comes to him so naturally that he often doesn't even realize he's doing it.

Butch is an incredibly loyal friend. If the two of you don't know each other well, he couldn't really give two shits, but if he's known you a long time? If he considers you a good friend? He'd give you the jacket off his back or lend you a hand any day. He'll stand up for you too, even if it gets the both of you into a fight, he considers it worth it.

On that same note, he doesn't take insults lightly. Words have a lot of meaning to him, and even if he is a lot of talk himself, he'd rather land a few punches than be insulted in a real, genuine way, especially with someone who knows a lot about him, and can use the truth to hurt his (or his friends') reputation(s).

Charon:

He feels every emotion very deeply. Outwardly, he doesn't seem to express it too much, but his words say a lot about what he's truly thinking and feeling, if you know what to listen for. Same thing goes for body language. He's just very particular, but once you start to understand him, he actually is pretty open and honest.

Charon tends to catastrophize in his mind, which is one of the many reasons he tries not to get attached to his employers. He's lost quite a few of them, and the other half of them turned out to be complete assholes, so forgive him if he doesn't get attached right away, no matter how many caps you spent or how many favors you did to get him under your employment.

He loathes the fact that he isn't in charge of his own life, but there's a part of him-- a very small part, mind you-- that is relieved that he doesn't get to choose the people he spends time with. The few employers that Charon's felt any affection at all for, that he's lost, been responsible for losing, have left a big enough hole in him. It's easier to be stuck with people you don't care about, and it's easy to commit atrocities in their name, rather than his own... like he was doing before the contract. Employers just make a good scapegoat, both with his actions and his emotions.

Clover:

She's loyal to a fault. Even at great cost to herself, Clover puts the one(s) she cares for above her own needs and wants. It's almost a survival instinct at this point, the way she does everything for everyone else, they way she makes sure she's always needed, so they can't just throw her away when they get bored or find someone new to pay attention to.

Sweet people freak her out. Clover is so used to being surrounded by assholes who are only out for their own selfish gain, who pay her feelings little to no mind at all, and who choose to be cruel over all other options. So selfless people? Kind-hearted, compassionate, generous people? She can't trust them and she never believes they're being genuine. It takes her a long time to warm up to anyone like that.

There's a lot of inner turmoil within Clover. She's constantly at war with being too dependent on others, or being too independent. She likes to have people in her life to take care of her, to protect and provide for her, but she's also tough as nails. She's had to look out for herself for most of her life, and independence is hard to come by as a slave, so she revels in it when she has it, but... she doesn't like to be alone. It's difficult for her, no matter what she does, she loses. If she fights back and gains independence, then she's forced to face the wastes alone, but if she remains compliant, her life belongs to everyone but herself. She usually opts for the latter, sadly enough, because, at least then, at least as a possession, she feels like she's needed and noticed. Clover has a lot she needs to work through, and her upbringing was pretty fucked up, so her world view always seems to keep her tethered to the awful past she's been trying to escape since she was young.

Cross:

This woman does not know how to retire. She'll stay in the Brotherhood until her last breath, even if it means she's just mopping the floors of the Citadel (which other members of the BOS would never let her do, since she's a Star Paladin, but still, to her, it's better than retiring.)

She's a busy body whose always been married to her work, and ever since her injuries, and the cybernetic replacements she's had done, she feels less than human, less than worthy of the esteemed position she's in, and finds that she wants to work twice as hard to prove herself, despite the fact that she already has. A dozen times over, or more.

Cross feels personally responsible for the Lone Wanderer, especially after James's death, and if she dies looking after them? The Star Paladin would consider it an honor.

I find that she and Danse have many similarities: in speech pattern, personality, background, and values; and I feel as though, when Danse was at the Citadel, he really looked up to Cross, but was always a little nervous to bother her. Even though the young Knight was bound to have a million questions for one of the heroes of the Brotherhood.

Fawkes:

He loves philosophy. Those deep, 3am "meaning of life" conversations are his absolute favorite, and he's genuinely curious about other people's world views.

Fawkes has a mental list of facts he wants to look into or prove, ones that he read about on his monitor in the vault. Sometimes he'll wander off towards a specific building, plant, or animal and really study it as he looks to make sense of the world he's read so much about, but hardly experienced for himself.

He may be a supermutant, but Fawkes is as gentle as they come. He's much more of a pacifist than anything, and though he believes in standing up for what's right, he tries to avoid conflict as much as possible.

He's also immeasurably grateful to any humans who chose to trust him. He's seen what his brothers are capable of, and knows how difficult it must be to refrain from passing immediate, violent judgement. And he's sure to voice how much he really does appreciate your trust in him.

He also LOVES complimenting people. It's his favorite thing to see the way he can make someone smile. His brothers in the vault never did respond to his kind words, so it's a nice change of pace.

Jericho:

Jericho loved being a raider. In his youth, he thought he was the baddest shit, and it felt good to be apart of something, even if that something was just a ragtag group of criminal assholes, he was one of them. That being said... There are days he regrets that he never really retired from it.

If he'd gotten out earlier, maybe he coulda settled down a bit. As much as that sounds pretty fucking awful to him, and as much as he makes it seem like that's the last thing he'd ever want, he doesn't know... Maybe his life wouldn't be so shit now if he had somethin' to fall back on. Sure, he could go back out into the wastes and die in a blaze of glory instead of living these boring days in Megaton, but the way he wouldn't be leaving any bit of him behind would get to him. He doesn't like the idea of just being reduced to nothing once he's gone. Though he knows it ain't really true, he'd like to think his life was worth somethin' in the end.

Young people piss him off. That's what he says. And he acts like he really means it, but that shit ain't true either. Sure, their wide-eyed wonder and incessant optimism get on his nerves, but the truth is, he finds it really refreshing to be around people like that. He acts like it annoys the hell out of him, but really, it gives him a new lust for life he'd never thought he'd have again.

Okay, this was really fun to do. I really love these guys, and though we weren't given all that much to work with, I think there's a bit of beauty in that. This way, the characters really have a lot of wiggle room and there's more space to be creative with their backgrounds and true thoughts on the world and on the Lone Wanderer in fics and reacts, so, I actually find that really nice.

Plus, there's less dialogue in their scripts to sift through when doing research on them 😅😅

#thanks for the ask!#fallout ask #fallout 3 #fanfic writers questions #fallout fanfic #i got carried away #whoops #fallout 3 headcannons #fo3 #fallout 3 companions

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zee-has-commitment-issues · 2 years

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Let me propose an idea that lives in my head rent free. Ok so August and Sara😤Majority of the fandom hate them but me..

Ok hear me out; both of them are so complex. When you really pay attention to August you can see that he’s really just lost. He tried talking about his dad with Wille when they’re both outside peeing but Wille ignores him going on about Erik(understandable, he literally just died) and at the parents day lunch when someone assumes his step dad is his dad he gets so defensive. He’s clearly not past his dad committing sewerslide, and possibly hasn’t even had the opportunity to really open up about it. I can’t even imagine what kind of a toll that would take on you and he probably has many different thoughts regarding it. (Guilt,anger, etc) That could be why he started using, I assume. His relationship with his mom clearly isn’t great, and Erik said that Hillerska is basically his entire life now. The combination of the drugs, and School being the only thing going for him makes it very reasonable why he’s so serious and amped up about everything. Especially being apart of the Royal family. Outside of those things he literally doesn’t think he has anything. It makes sense why his character would take it so seriously. Now the whole video thing, I don’t really want to get into that bc I’m really high and I’m already using all the braincells I have to compel this. He did that out of spite of Wille telling everyone he was broke. I think it hit something in him mentally which fused him to leak the video. That in no way justifies it whatsoever. Afterwards though, you can tell he’s guilty. In his little actions/body language, you can tell. He looks like a clown but you can tell. Ok here’s my idea tho I kinda just went into an August deep dive without meaning to.

I think he’s redeemable, not forgivable. I’ve watched so many series that go on for a good amount of seasons, where in the last season the most loved character was the most hated in the first one. It happens so often in storytelling. I have a theory that he is actually genuinely gonna fall for Sara. Sara may or may not reciprocate deep feelings, maybe just minor or wanting to be with someone. And rewatching season 1 there’s this scene in I think episode two where August was trying to get Felice to go on a date with him, and she is talking to Stella and Fredrika about it after. They’re talking about how bad August is as a guy and Fredrika says “Real love can actually change you” that kinda seemed like foreshadowing to me idk. I’m so intrigued by Sara and Augusts dynamic. At first it was confusing and kinda icky but after all the rewatches I started to maybe kind of get it. August needs to be heard. I really think that’s it. Sara listened to him when she confronts him, let’s him vent and say how he really feels. And after all of that, after knowing he did something terrible, she tells him how she feels and what she wants, and then kisses him. If I were August in that situation I would feel accepted, heard, and maybe even understood. And like wait you want to kiss me after I just admitted all that? Sara was the first person that we have seen actually listen to his thoughts. It would so make sense if he actually falls for her. He’s clearly intrigued by her before that scene also, as she’s different from other girls he’s been with or talked to. If we have a season 3 or more I wouldn’t be surprised at all if we see a huge arc for him. I don’t think Sara will be his main storyline in this arc, just to make myself clear. It will need to be with Wille. Wille and Simon, as they’re the ones he fucked over. I don’t know where Lisa and the writers are going with him but I wouldn’t be surprised at all if something like this happens with his storyline. Who fucking knows, but if I’m actually onto something I’m gonna eat that shit up. Ok thank you for your time❤️🤩

Ok, hi bestie. I like where your head is. I think a lot of the same, too. In fact, I was just telling people the other day that the reason August is such a good villain is because he's not one. He's just a superbly fucked up kid. He's nuanced. He's not completely bad and not evil. He's just incredibly fucked in the head and he's drowning.

I honestly cannot wait to see where they go with his character. It's bound to be interesting. As much as I hate him, I cannot stop thinking about August and all the different layers of his character.

I've actually had a couple of posts recently about this type of stuff, so I'm going to link them:

Is August redeemable.

my thoughts on Sara/August.

my thoughts on August's attachment issues.

Happy reading, anon.

#ask #anon #august of årnas #young royals

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excitingrbl · 1 year

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(is it) happy mother's day?

yesterday I read someone state that mother's day is for everyone and no one should be excluded. before anyone runs to list all of the women that should be included, that isn't what that person was referring to. YES, ALL mothers should be acknowledged. this person was saying mother's day is for children, husbands, boyfriends, grandfathers, uncles, and everyone else who doesn't have children too. it was... absurd. I also acknowledge that people think trolling is an olympic sport and just be saying wild ass shit to see who it'll upset.

regardless, I see and hear similar sentiments DAILY that center everyone BUT the person the actual day is about... so I don't think everyone is doing it for lulz. mothers grow and carry human life in our bodies, while risking their own lives for months, then accept the bulk of parenting this tiny human BUT we MUST share this one day with EVERYONE. we really can't have shit, huh? LOL I have to laugh at things like that because people's fucking self-centeredness knows no bounds.

I want to be excited every year that mother's day rolls around but... my joy around the day is waning.

I'm not going to give a speech on capitalism despite the abuse of that system being at the core of most shit that aint lit. I will say that mother's day is a reminder of how much people don't really give a fuck about mothers. some might be confused like, wouldn't this day be a reminder of how much people care? I get the confusion but consider this... there are 364 days in the year but some of us have to wait FOR ONE FUCKING DAY to be acknowledged as worthy, important, and appreciated. it's giving performative. it aint giving genuine.

and it isn't that a regular ass person cannot understand what I'm saying. but just in case someone wants to feign ignorance, check this out. imagine your birthday... it's ONE DAY out of 365. imagine THAT being the ONLY time there's an outpouring of adoration, love, respect, consideration, kindness, and care. the display itself says people CAN do these things any other time of the year YET, they only value you enough to do it ONCE A YEAR. where is the value in that?

and before anyone swoops in to say, "be grateful", to that I say fuck you and this raggedy ass bread crumb of a performance. seriously. you don't think people deserve this more than once a year? ACKNOWLEDGEMENT BEYOND WORDS. yes, I'm aware this aint everybody love language so pay attention to what is and I'm saying, you only think they need that ONCE A GOTDAM YEAR?

what do you require to feel seen? loved? wanted? appreciated? imagine knowing that if you don't get it no other day from those around you, you'll definitely get it on ONE day out the year. that one day should sustain you until the following year so enjoy it while it lasts and BE GRATEFUL! the more you mull this over in your mind, if you don't see the problem with it, I have to question your levels of empathy and concern for others...and your damn self.

I guess what I'm saying is that since I've never been a fan of performative behaviors that don't align with day-to-day actions, I've drastically tempered my response to mother's day. this also aligns with my overall adjusting of expectations. people don't want you to expect much of anything from them yet, when you don't, they're upset. "you don't think I'm capable???" it isn't that I don't think people aren't capable BECAUSE THEY ARE. it's that there's no consistent track record that THIS is what they value being capable of doing.

I expect to be treated like the decent human being that I am and if someone can't give me that modicum of attention and respect, I adjust my expectations of and for them. they don't get my enthusiasm about something that has yet to happen because, will it? survey says: it hasn't consistently been a priority of theirs so move accordingly.

and that's what I will continue to do. if a different result is wanted, start doing something different to get the desired result. it isn't rocket science.

being a mother is important to me. if it wasn't, I would have given up on this role within the first two years when my sanity said this shit is for the fucking birds. I am not speaking from anyone elses place of motherhood; I'm speaking from where I was, where I am, and the rest of the journey I have to travel with the little support that I have. I fully understand that motherhood isn't solely about me. I'm a mother BECAUSE there is someone relying on me to do what I committed to when I decided to have a full-term pregnancy. I honor that commitment on a level that I wished others would acknowledge not just with "Happy Mother's Day!" but with the community needed to sustain the growth of myself and the amazing supernova I gave birth to 14 years ago. I've adjusted so much of my thinking that I can now acknowledge this commitment really aint got shit to do with nobody but me and the person I committed to... the kiddo.

it doesn't get any easier but that saying "it is what it is" definitely applies. the saying also allows me to center what's most important... and it definitely aint the lack.

so is it a happy mother's day? for some of us, no. for some of us, yes. and for some of us, we eagerly await the day of more balance and harmony within and around motherhood.

happy mother's day to every mother who needs to still hear and see it. happy mother's day to every mother that gains a little more fuel to move forward when it's said. happy mother's day even to mothers like me because at the end of the day our mothering doesn't end unless we want it to... and we're mothers 365 days of every year.

#happy mother's day #motherhood #parenting #LIFE #community #acknowledge

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