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catierambles · 1 year

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Pairing: August Walker x Megan Jacobs (OFC) x Syverson

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Warnings: Spousal abuse, mentions infidelity, and shower smut (mfm threesome)

@brattymum96 , @ouroboros113 , @peaches1958 , @summersong69 , @henryownsme , also @raccoon-eyed-rebel because this ho (affectionate) is horny on main no mood board because I couldn't find enough images I liked for one.

Megan walked into the office quickly, pretending not to hear people say good morning to her as she went past, schooling her expression into one of concentration. Going over to her desk, she set her bag down and started up her computer, sitting down in the chair heavily and dropping her forehead into her hand with a sigh.

“You’re late, Jacobs.” She heard but didn’t look up.

“Your powers of observation are astounding, Syverson.” She said and there was a pause.

“You okay, doll?” Shit. She may have been a little too aggressive with her comeback.

“I’m fine, Sy.” She said, “Just tired.”

“Hubby keep you up late last night?” It was said with a playful tone, but she ignored it, not really in the mood for banter. “No smartass comeback? Now I know something’s wrong.”

“Like I said,” Megan said, “Tired.” She heard his heavy footsteps come up behind her and he leaned against her desk, arms crossed over his chest as he looked down at her and she was once again clueless about how the dress shirts he wore didn’t burst at the seams when he did that. Life in the Army had clearly ingrained a disciplined workout regime that he still carried on even after leaving.

“What’s up?” He asked and she looked up at him briefly, taking the sunglasses from her face.

“I’m fine.” She said again but he wasn’t having it.

“You’re not--”

“Sy, can you please drop it?” She asked, looking up at him again.

“Whoa, hold on.” Reaching down, he gently brushed the fringe of hair away from her face. “Doll…” His jaw tightened.

“Shit.” She apparently hadn’t covered the bruise up well enough with makeup this morning as she thought.

“With me.”

“Sy, it’s--”

“Now, Megan.” There was a moment of hesitation before she stood, following him down the hall to another office. He walked in without knocking and the man behind the desk looked up at him with an arched brow.

“Sy.” August said and his eyes went to her as she stepped out behind him. “And Megan?”

“Close the door, doll.” Sy said and she did with a grimace.

“Mind telling me what’s going on?” August asked.

“Come here and take a look at her.” Sy said and August got up from the desk, going to her and looking her over.

“Okay?”

“Right cheek, under the eye.” He said and she was very still as he reached up, taking her chin in his hand and turning her face to the side gently.

“I don’t--”

“Look closer.” Sy said and he squinted a bit before realization came over his handsome features. “You did a good job trying to hide it, Megs, but I know what a bruise looks like when it’s covered by makeup.”

“What happened?” August asked, releasing her chin.

“It’s--”

“Megan.” August said and she sighed, closing her eyes.

“I confronted Jake about the fact that he hid an Apple Air tracker thingy in my car, badly I might add, and his response was to, invariably, punch me in the face.” She said, “As was his right. I looked it up in the domestic violence desk reference and everything.”

“Megan…” Sy sighed, running his hand over his buzzed hair. “I know humor is your defense and all, but now’s not the time.”

“You’re leaving him.” August said, “And I don’t want to hear anything to the contrary. I’ll get you set up with a good lawyer, but I won’t force you to press charges if you don’t want to.”

“I was already planning on it.” Megan said, “I was going to pack my things when I got home tonight.”

“You’re packing your things now. He’s at work?” August asked.

“Should be, yeah.” Megan said with a nod.

“We’re going with you in case he tries to play hookey.”

“Guys…”

“Megan.” August said, putting his hands on her shoulders. “Let us help you.”

“I know we had that open…thing in college, but really, you don't have to.” Megan said and both men sighed.

“We’ll stay in the car, but we’re still coming with you.” August said and she gave him a look.

“Fine.” She said and they left the office, heading down to the garage and getting into August's sleek black sedan. Megan sat in the back after giving August the address to punch into the navigation and the trip was made in silence.

"Car in the driveway." Sy said and she leaned forward into the center console.

"Ah hell." She said.

"Babe?" Sy asked.

"He's home." She said, "Probably to catch me doing exactly what I'm doing."

"Well, we're not staying in the car." Sy said and August hummed in agreement as he parked outside, turning off the engine. They got out of the car and the front door opened, her husband standing in the doorway. Whatever bluster he had vanished at the sight of the two much larger men flanking her and she would admit to holding her chin just a little higher as Sy’s hand settled on her low back.

“Megan, I--” Jake started but she cut him off with a hand.

“I’m packing my things, Jake, and yes, I’m leaving you.” She said and they pushed past him into the house, August staying with Jake as Sy followed her up into the bedroom, watching as she started to pack some of her things. She would only take the essentials for now and would come back for the rest later once divorce proceedings had started. With a sigh, she sat down on the edge of the bed, looking around the bedroom. Ten years. Almost ten years they had been together, marrying after they both got out of college. Sy had gone into the Army officer's program right after graduation and August disappeared into some shady government job, leaving her behind as she was a year behind them. What they had hadn’t been serious, but she still had missed them terribly. Had she settled with Jake? Maybe. Needing some kind of companionship since the two giant masculine presences in her life were gone.

“Doll.” Sy said and she looked at him, her eyes starting to burn. “Shit.” He went over to the bed, sitting down next to her, and wrapping his arm around her shoulders, pulling her against him. “Is this the first time?”

“He’s shoved me before.” Megan admitted, “But he never actually hit me until last night.”

“Shoving is still violence, darlin.”

“I know that I do, I just…”

“I know.” Sy said.

“He was getting better, though.” She said, “It was rough when we first got married, seeing as all our friends knew that I had been seeing both you and August in school. I tried to reassure him that it was over and you two were gone, moved on with your lives, it was a college fling nothing more. I don’t think he believed me.”

“Controlling?”

“Kinda.” Megan said, “Didn’t like when I went out after work with friends, didn’t actively try to stop me, but he was pissed when I got back. A lot of yelling back then, a lot of accusations. Things evened out the more time went on, but then…”

“Then?”

“August got in touch with me and told me that you and he started up a security firm and needed a business manager. I jumped at the chance, not because it was you two, although that didn’t hurt because I knew you two, but because it was a big upgrade from where I had been and would actually be using my degree.” Megan said, “Jake didn’t like that. I didn’t tell him it was you two at first because I knew how he would react, but then the party happened and he saw who my new bosses were.”

“Damnit.” Sy said.

“It’s not your fault, and it’s not August’s fault. You couldn’t have known.” She said, “I think…I think Jake was always a bit insecure given who my last two partners were. You guys cast a big shadow.”

“Yeah, gettin’ that feelin’.” Sy said and there was a bang from downstairs making them jump up from the bed. Heading down the stairs, August had Jake face first against the wall, his arm twisted behind his back.

“What the hell happened?” Megan demanded.

“He attacked me!” Jake said.

“Bullshit, he took a swing at me.” August said evenly.

“Jake, with your recent behavior, I’m more inclined to believe August than I am you.” Megan said, “August, let him go.” He did, pushing away from him and Jake stepped away from the wall, holding his arm. “Explain.”

“Jakey-boy here started making accusations.” August said, “Saying that you were sleeping with me and Sy again. I told him he was wrong, and he called me a damn liar and swung at me.”

“Jake, I have never been unfaithful to you.” Megan said, “I’m not you.”

“He cheated on her.” Sy said, “You hear that August? He cheated on her.”

“I heard it.” August said.

“Well, maybe if she--” Jake cut off as August took a step forward, Sy moving to him and keeping him back with a hand against his chest.

“He’s not worth the police report, Walker.” Sy said.

“As if they’d find him.” August said, his tone even and Jake paled somewhat. “Are you finished packing?”

“Almost.” Megan said.

“Go ahead and finish up, we’re okay here.” August said and looked over at her as she hesitated, his gaze softening somewhat. “Really, it’s fine.”

“Sy,” He heard her ask as they turned to go back up the stairs, “What exactly did August do in his government job?”

“Unless you don’t want to sleep at night, you don’t want to know.” Sy said and August grinned a little, turning his eyes back to Jake who had paled even further, having also heard the exchange. He kept him locked in place with a steady gaze until they came back down the stairs, each holding a suitcase.

“You’ll be hearing from her lawyer, Jake.” August said, “Don’t make it any harder than it has to be.”

“Fuckhead.” Sy muttered as they went past him and they left the house, putting the suitcases in the back of the car.

“I don’t even know where I’m going to stay.” Megan said as she settled into the back seat of the car again, August behind the wheel as Sy rode shotgun.

“You can stay in my downtown penthouse.” August said, “Not having you stay in a hotel.”

“I couldn’t--”

“Accept it, doll.” Sy said, “Let us look after you.”

“Okay.” Megan said after a pause and watched the world go past out of the car window as they left the suburbs and went into the city. August parked in the garage of a highrise and they got out, him and Sy taking her bags from the trunk. She followed them into the building, the receptionist greeting them as they went past and the elevator ride was made in silence after August swiped his keycard for the top floor.

“Get comfortable, sweetheart.” August said once they were in the apartment, “Don’t worry about work, I’ll put some time off in the books for you.”

“Thank you.” She said quietly and he sighed, going to her and pulling her against his chest.

“It’s going to be okay, Megs.” August said, “It doesn’t feel like it, but it will. We’ll get through this and it’ll just be a bad memory.”

“Good thing I never joined our bank accounts.” Megan said, “Every time I thought about it, I just got a bad feeling and kept them separate.”

“Good.” Sy said, “You trusted your gut. That way he can’t fuck you over financially.”

“I paid all the bills anyway, so there’s that.” She said.

“Oh, so not only is he an asshole, but he’s a useless asshole. Good to know.” Sy said and she gave a humorless snort, patting August’s low back as she pulled away from him.

“I need to take a shower, get into something comfortable. Maybe eat a gallon of ice cream.” She said and August reached up, holding the side of her face briefly.

“We’ll be out here if you need us.” He said.

“No, you guys should head back, I’ll be fine by myself.” Megan said but he shook his head.

“Not leaving you alone, not right now.” He said and she opened her mouth to argue, but he silenced her with a finger on her lips. “End of story.”

“Fine.” She said, batting his hand away. Going over to a suitcase, she unzipped it and pulled out her toiletries and pajamas, heading into the bathroom after August gave her directions.

“Let’s see if the game is on, at least.” Sy said and they sat down on the couch, turning on the TV as they heard the shower start.

Quite a bit of time went by but the shower never turned off and Sy pushed up from the couch, heading into the bathroom to check on her. The bathroom was filled with steam, the mirror fogged over and he could see her standing in the stall, her head down as she let the hot water flow over her, her form distorted by the textured glass.

“You okay, doll?” He asked and her head picked up.

“Yeah, I’m…fuck it, no, I’m not. I’m not fine. I’m not fine at all.” She said and he hesitated a moment before pulling off his clothes and stepping into the stall with her. She looked up at him as he stood in front of her, her eyes red and he hissed as he saw the bruise now that the makeup was washed away. It was large and ugly, deep blue and purple at the center and fading out to sickly yellows and greens around the edges.

“Oh, babe.” He said, holding the side of her face gently, his thumb moving over the bruise. Tears gathered in her eyes again and he pulled her against him as she started to sob quietly, her arms wrapping around his waist. Sy held her as she cried, a hand at the back of her head keeping her against his chest. He pulled away only so much as to look at her and she turned her eyes up to him, hiccupping slightly. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to the bruise lightly, then to a tear as it fell from her eye, tracing it down to the corner of her mouth. Her gasp pulled him in tighter and he groaned, kissing her and holding the back of her neck. There was a moment where she did nothing, but then she relaxed against him, her hands sliding up his back as she surrendered to him. Sy parted her lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth and catching the moan she gave, the sound shivering down his spine. “Fuck.” He said, pulling away and breathing heavily. “This is a bad idea, you’re vulnerable right now, darlin’, and I--”

“Sy…” She pressed her lips to his collarbone, moving them up his neck.

“Fuck, doll. When’s the last time someone made you feel beautiful?” He asked and she looked up at him.

“Not since you guys.”

“Fuckin’ criminal.” He said and kissed her again, pulling her against him as he turned and pressed her against the stall wall, picking her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. “I have an idea.”

“I know that look, haven’t seen it in a while, but I know it.” She said and he turned his head to the side.

“Walker!” He called out and the door opened. He must have been right outside. “Get the fuck in here!” There was a pause before the stall door opened and August stepped in, having shed his clothes as well. They were bigger than she remembered, heavy muscle giving them highly masculine forms with wide shoulders and narrow waists. She could feel the strength of Sy’s core through her thighs and he lifted her higher, his biceps bulging as he pressed his lips to her neck. August came in closer, capturing her lips in a kiss, his mustache rasping over her top lip as he deepened it. “Let go of me, babe.” Her legs dropped from around his waist and he turned her to face August, the other man looking down at her with dark eyes. Pulling her hips towards him, he kicked her feet apart gently, palming her backside in his large hands and squeezing, making her eyes close. “Fuck, you’re just as pretty as I remember.” August’s hands went to her waist as her own pressed against his chest, fingers curling against his skin as she felt Sy run his fingertips between her legs. “Fuckin’ gorgeous.” He whispered and she gave a small mewling sound as he slid two fingers into her, her lips parting and her eyes closing.

“Look at me, sweetheart.” August said and she opened her eyes, looking up at him as Sy started pumping his fingers slowly. His fingers turned inside her and his thumb pressed against her clit, moving around it in circles. August held the side of her face, tugging her up into a kiss, catching her soft cries as Sy pushed her further and further into arousal. “She’s ready, Sy.” August said, looking into her eyes as she panted against his lips. His fingers leaving her made her whimper, but then she felt the wide head of him move through her folds and press against her entrance. “Easy does it, I have a feeling it’s been a while.”

“Ah, fuck!” Sy gasped as he started pushing into her, her eyes closing tight as he stretched her open. After what seemed like an eternity, his hips were pressed against her and he ran his hands over her thighs. “She’s still so fuckin’ tight.”

"Make her feel good, Sy. Then it's my turn." August said and he held her face in his hands as Sy started a steady pace, his hips meeting her backside with every push. Pleasure shivered up her spine from the feeling of him moving inside her and August reached down, feeling between her legs and rubbing at her clit in tight circles. "So wet for us, baby. Just like old times."

"Only…" She cut off with a moan as Sy shifted, running over the spot inside her. "Only you two can make me feel like this."

"You hear that, Sy?" August asked. "Only we can make her feel this good."

"I heard her." Sy panted, "Never should have fuckin left her, never should have let that asshole get anywhere near her." He punctuated his words with heavy thrusts making her cry out each time he slid home. "You feel like a fuckin dream, doll."

"Fuck, Sy, don't stop." She gasped, August's fingertips still moving in circles around her clit. "Don't stop touching me, August."

"She's going to come." August said, "Take her home." His strokes lengthened almost pulling from her completely before sliding into her to the hilt, his jaw clenching in concentration, and she gave a cry, her fingers curling against August's chest.

"Fuck!" Sy exclaimed, slamming into her one last time before he emptied himself in her. "Shit." He pulled out of her and August tugged her to standing, capturing her lips and picking her up. Turning he pressed her against the wall, her legs wrapping around his waist and there was a moment of adjustment before he pushed into her, his head falling back at the feeling of her inner muscles still quivering from her orgasm.

"So fucking beautiful." He said as he started moving, her eyes rolling back at the feeling. "You always could take us one after the other."

"Missed you so fucking much." She said, weaving her fingers into August's hair.

"You hear that, Walker? She missed us."

"I heard it. Missed you too, Princess. Missed this pussy of yours, this gorgeous body, the way you look when we make you come." August said, "No one is ever going to touch you again, hear me? Just us. Sy's right, we never should have fucking left you. Ten. Fucking. Years." He accented it with particularly hard thrusts making her have to cling to him, "Ten fucking years we wasted. No more. Should have bent you over my desk the first time you walked into my office, called Sy in to have a go when I was done. Left you fucked out and sated."

"August." She whimpered, holding onto him and burying her face against his shoulder. "Love you two, so fucking much."

"Love you too, doll." Sy said, "Never should have left you. No one else ever compared."

"Megan, look at me." August said and she picked her head up. "You're ours, you hear me? Now and forever." She nodded and he kissed her, parting her lips and sliding his tongue into her mouth. "Now come for me, my love. Let me feel you." Her eyes rolled back again as her second orgasm hit her and August rode her through it before speeding up his hips only to push into her to the base, spilling inside her with a groan. "Fuck." He sighed, dropping his head to her chest and he felt her cheek press to his hair. "Sy, turn the water off. I'm taking our girl to bed."

"You got it." Sy said and August carried her out of the shower and into the bedroom, laying her down and catching her whimper with his lips as he slipped from her.

"Walking is going to be an adventure." She giggled and he smiled, climbing into bed and settling a hand on her waist. She reached up, running her fingertips over his face as if memorizing him again and he pressed his lips to them. Sy got into bed behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her back against his chest. She giggled again as he nuzzled her neck. "Your beard tickles."

"Not as bad as Mr. Porn-stache over there." Sy said and August scowled at him.

"Get some rest, love." August said, "We have a decade to make up for."

"Not nearly done with you yet, doll."

"Love you two," She said, "So much. I'm sorry it took me this long to realize it."

"We're sorry it took this long to get back to you." Sy said, "Should have never left you alone."

#henry cavill #captain syverson #august walker #ours #my writing

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drake-walker-appreciation · 10 months

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Drake's Birthday Celebration!

We have set Drake's birthday celebration for August and hope you'll join us with fics, drabbles, artwork and more! Special thanks to @aussiegurl1234 for the graphic!

The event will take place from August 1st through August 12th of 2023.

RULES:

All mediums accepted! Fanfiction, fan art, mood boards, HC's, whatever you've got!

Must be themed/centered around Drake's birthday and present him positively.

You must tag @drake-walker-appreciation

The deadline is 11:59 p.m. CST on August 12th, 2023.

A couple of important points:

The event is in August, but you may place his birthday in whatever month you HC it is!

Throwbacks featuring Drake's birthday are more than welcome!

Please reach out to this blog, @angelasscribbles or @karahalloway with any questions or suggestions!

We know his birthday, much like most of the PB timeline is nebulous so for anyone interested, here's the thought process about its placement, under the cut:

I think it’s common knowledge that PB’s timeline is total crap.

MC is told that the social season is a “few months” long, but if you follow the actual time stops given in the stoy…. “the next day…”, “a few days later…” etc, then the timeline is two and half weeks-ish. It’s like day 11 by time stops when MC is told that the season is “more than half over” despite the season being several months long. The Apple Blossom Festival is immediately after this, and Drake’s birthday happens during it.

We obviously can’t depend on anything about this timeline to tell us when his birthday falls.

Instead, we can look at the timeline that the actual social season in England follows. There is ample proof that plenty of the details of how royalty and the social season work in TRR are based on England, so this feels like a good option.

Besides, they left us no choice but to figure it out on our own, so any method you chose to use is valid since this is fiction. I personally did a deep dive into the social season in England both historically and in modern times.

The social season is four months long, starting in early April and ending on the Twelfth of August aka the start of the shooting season.

Applewood and the Apple Blossom Festival happen just before the Beaumont Bash, which is canonically the last official event of the social season. Therefore, I place the bash in the first half of August. MC drives from the festival events at Applewood directly to Ramsford so we can assume those activities take place at the end of July or beginning of August.

The next clue comes with the very title of this festival: Apple Blossom Festival. It’s not a harvest festival, so it doesn’t take place in the fall. (Apples are typically harvested in the last week of August and September, some even later, which is after the social season concludes at any rate.)

Apples blossom from early spring to late summer depending on the variety of apple. Most blossom in April or May but since the festival takes place at the end of the season, we have to assume that the Cordonian Ruby is a late-blooming variety. A very late blooming variety. (This is possible because when they bloom has more to do with the temperature of the region than the time of year. Since there was skiing and ice skating in April, we can assume it stays cold there well into spring.)

In conclusion, based on all of the above, I feel confident that Drake’s birthday falls somewhere at the end of July or in the first half of August.

That said, I’m not here to gatekeep anyone's HC’s so with that in mind, even though the event is in August, you may place Drake’s birthday whenever you like in your story. Put it in February, put it in October. The important part is that you have fun with it. That’s it.

Happy writing!

#drake walker appreciation #drake walker #drake's birthday #the royal romance #trr drake

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adrienaugust · 2 years

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Adrien August 2022 calendar is finally here!

There’s no specific theme for this year, but we still retain a one prompt every other day to give the participants a breather.

Below the cut is the list of the prompts.

But before that, here are the ground rules:

This is an Adrien-centric event. You can submit art, fics, gifs, edits, mood boards, or even cosplay pictures based on the prompts as long as the main focus is Adrien.

No character or ship hate. All salt entries will not be reblogged or retweeted. If you’re unsure of your entry or AUs, you can PM or send us an Ask and we’ll respond to you in private.

N/S/F/W are allowed as long as the characters are aged-up. Make sure to put your entries under Read More with a disclaimer “Passion Fruit” before the cut and on the tag

Please @ this blog (or if you have a twitter account, tag @/adrienaugreste) and use the tags #adrienaugust or #adrienaugreste if you’re going to follow the calendar prompts above; that way we can easily track your entries and reblog/retweet them. If we haven’t reblogged/retweeted your posts within 24-48 hours, kindly PM us so we can reblog/retweet it ASAP

Who I Am

Memories

Family

Expectations

Best Friend

Masks

Partner

Fairytale

Mother

Bad Day

Camembert

Swap

Cat Walker

Risk Taker

Freedom

Healing

Other questions and inquiries, send us an ask here.

We hope that ya’ll have a paw-some experience! Stay miraculous!

#ml #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #adrienaugust #adrienaugreste #adrien appreciation month #ml fandom event #ml calendar prompts #signal boost

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lxttle-bxrd · 3 years

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Oh to be having a picnic with Sy in the woods... 💞

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nuggsmum · 3 years

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Guys. GUYSSSSSS. LOOK.

The amazing @luna-aestas made me a mood board for Unexpected and I might faint. It’s PERFECT! Thank you darling!

#august walker x plus sized ofc #unexpected #I’m freaking out #I love it #perfection #Henry cavill #mood board

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hertzwritings · 2 years

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Yes, professor part 4

A/N: You are all horny goblins and I love it, because so am I. This is not going to be a story with a lot of plot, just… So much smut. Not sorry. This one is both BDSM heavy and SO SO SO SO SO dirty, so please, read with caution! We’ve got suspension, double play, gagging… All of the good (bad?) stuff. Also I’m not going to apologize for the length, y’all are filthy (like me).

Anyway, feedback feeds the soul and requests are always open! Nothing is off limits!

I also have to give the BIGGEST shoutout to @cooldreamlandsandwich who made an edit for me that made me clasp my pearls and inspired a big part of this chapter. HOLY HELL.

MASTERLIST

SERIES MASTERLIST

ASK ME ANYTHING/REQUESTS

Pairing: Cap. Syverson x reader (and surprise guest, August Walker)

Warnings: Smut, MINORS DNI (please), gagging, oral (M and F receiving), fingering, anal, dom/sub, double play, suspension, ropeplay, toys, cream pies, breathplay, BDSM, nippleclamps, language

Wordcount: 5.246 (not sorry)

Yes, baby

You couldn’t help the slight smirk on your lips as you watched Sy walk back and forth in front of the class, his large thighs being the sole focus of your eyes; it should be illegal to look like that when teaching. You felt Annalise bump her knee against yours and you turned to her. “Hm?” “Stop drooling.” She hissed with a knowing grin. “You’re literally slobbering over him.” “Oh, shut up.” You felt your cheeks heat up but couldn’t help yourself as you turned to face him again, biting your lip as his eyes found yours. He raised his eyebrows in a silent warning. “Now, boys and girls, we’re getting’ close to the break, so I’m going to try to avoid givin’ y’all too much shit to do.” He stated, leaning against his desk. You heard the slight exhale of the group of students. “I’m feeling charitable, so all I’m going to ask is that you read up on the cold wars effects on modern war, and we’ll leave it at that.” He checked his watch.

“Let’s call it a day, I’m not in the mood to look at your sad faces anymore.” He said with a smirk. “Enjoy the break, kiddos!” He yelled over the bustle of people packing up. His eyes fell on yours. “Are you going to do stuff over the break?” Annalise looked devious and squinted at you. You rolled your eyes. “Maybe, maybe not.” “You’re a shitty liar, you know. Have fun with the hunk of man, Y/N!” She whispered playfully and grabbed her things, winking at you, before she left hurriedly. You glanced at Sy, who was talking to a girl – Maisy – at his desk. He looked wildly uninterested in her, as she leaned over and pushed her chest out, clearly trying to get something out of him.

“Professor, I just really need some help understanding the full depth…” She tried and he looked up at her with a cold stare. “Darlin’, unless you want me to tell the board what you’re trying to imply, I’d suggest you leave.” She huffed, her face falling. “But…” “No buts. Have a fun break.” You slowly gathered your things, trying to seem inconspicuous as Maisy walked past you with narrowed eyes. “It won’t work, whatever you’re thinking.” She mumbled. “I’m not thinking anything. Just packing.” You answered with a tight smile. She rolled her eyes and left, the door closing with a loud bang behind her. Sy quickly went over to the door and locked it, sighing deeply.

“Goddamn needy kids.” He groaned, locking eyes with you. A smile, one, you hadn’t really gotten used to yet graced his lips. You smiled back and stuffed your things into your bag. “But not you, you’re my needy girl, aren’t you?” he said in a low voice, walking slowly to you. You bit your lip – how the hell could he make you feel like this with a simple sentence? “Yes, sir.” You whispered. He was in front of you, filling the space around you completely, and his giant hand found your chin, nudging your face up. He smirked. “Any plans for the break, baby?” He asked softly, keeping you locked in position in front of him. “Nope.” You popped the P and looked into his eyes. “None whatsoever.” He hummed, his thumb stroking your cheek. “Wanna get plans?” You smiled. “With you?” you asked slowly. “For more than a night?” He nodded, his lips slowly getting closer to yours. “Mhhm. Maybe even the entire week.” You sighed against his lips, as he pressed them gently to yours. “An entire week with you?” You whispered, letting your hands find purpose against his neck. “Yeah, baby.” He kissed you softly. “If you want.” You fell into the kiss and got lost in the feeling of his lips and stubble on you. “When should I be ready?” You mumbled against his lips. He grinned. “I’ll be at your place at seven.”

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You looked at your bag, considering if you needed to pack more or less – he hadn’t been clear about where you were going, other than it would be somewhere else than his home, so you were contemplating if you should pack more than you already had. You hummed and packed one final thing; a bodysuit that hugged your curves and you felt amazing in it. You zipped the bag and grabbed your shoes, pulling them on and glancing at the clock – ten minutes. He was never late. You quickly put some lipstick on and looked at yourself in the mirror, finding some weird comfort in the way you looked. You turned off the lights in different rooms, grabbed your bag and double checked that everything was turned off, before you left the apartment and locked the door behind you.

You didn’t need to wait for long before his large car pulled up to the curb and you quickly threw your bag onto the backseat before you crawled into the passenger side and buckled yourself in. “Hi.” You breathed and smiled at him as he started the engine and drove away from your apartment. He grinned deviously at you. “Damn.” His hand found your thigh and squeezed harshly, sending lightning straight to your core. “You look fuckin’ amazing.” He said, his eyes darting back to you. “Thank you.” You answered and grabbed his hand, weaving your fingers between his. “Where are we going?” You asked with a smile, as you felt his thumb stroke your thigh. “I’ve got a cabin upstate, we’re pullin’ the plug from the world for a little. You good with that, darling?” You nodded. “I’ve got a question for you.” He said with a soft smirk on his lips. You knew that smile, and it made you squirm. “Oh?” He nodded, turning the car down a small, gravel road. “Yeah. I’ve got a buddy of mine that would love to come over, we, uh…” He sent you another absolutely devious smile. “We go way back and normally we go fishin’ this time of year.” You nodded, feeling like he was hiding something. “Oh…Kay?” You said slowly. “I mean, wouldn’t he mind the fact that a college-girl is taking away from fishing?” He chuckled lowly.

“Oh, sweetheart, absolutely not.”

He pulled into the driveway of a pretty sizable log-cabin, and you glanced at it, as you got out of the car. It was beautiful and very much Sy. A great lake sat behind it, surrounded by huge pines and a dense layer of ferns, a small, wooden boat dock leading out to the water. The cabin itself was pretty – dark woods, a plethora of different wildflowers, ferns and plants overflowing around it. “Come on, baby.” He grabbed you by the waist and led you inside. You smiled at the dark interior – it was way more his style than his home, and you had a feeling that he spent more time here than in his own house. “It’s beautiful.” You said, flinging your bag on the nearest chair, shrugging your coat off. He grinned at you and quickly grabbed two beers from the fridge, handing you one, before settling in the heavy leather couch and popping his own open. “Built it myself when I got back from tour.” He said. You sat down next to him, leaning against him and he folded his arm around you. “Really?” He nodded. “Mhm. I needed to do somethin’ with my hands, and this seemed like a better choice than fightin’ anything with a pulse.” You nodded, looking around. “Well, I knew you were good with your hands…” You grinned at him, and his eyes darkened as a smile crept onto his lips. “Now, did you really?” He whispered, grabbing the bottle of beer from your hand, and put it down with his own on the heavy, wooden table in front of the couch. You nodded. He pulled at you, and you followed his hands until you were seated on his lap. His thick fingers grabbed the beltloops of your jeans and pulled you closer to him. “I better show my girl just how good, huh?” he grinned. You didn’t answer, but rolled your hips lightly, eliciting a groan from the older man under you. “Shit, girl…” His voice was gravely, just the way you liked it, and he bit his lip. “Get up, pants off, baby.” You nodded once and stood, quickly undoing your jeans and slid them down your legs hastily, before you went to straddle his lap again. “Oh, you’re fucking needy today, aren’t you?” he chuckled, his large thumb sliding over the waistband of your panties. You mewled. “yes, sir…” You moaned, rolling your hips again. He growled. “Gotta take care of my girl…” He whispered. You didn’t answer, but grabbed his face and pressed your lips to his, relishing in the feeling of his stubble against your face. His fingers pushed your panties down lightly, and he gently slid a finger over your wet folds with a silent chuckle, that vibrated in his chest. “Fucking hell, woman, already so wet for me, huh?” You moaned. “Yes… Just for you…” His free hand went to your ass and spanked it once, the palm of his hand falling harshly on your exposed cheek. You whimpered and fell against him, and he rutted up, letting you feel just how ready he was for you. “Luke…” You moaned his name and a swift sting from his palm fell on your cheek. “Not my name, baby.” He whispered. “Sir!” You gasped as two of his thick fingers dipped between your folds, coating him in your slick. You mewled at the feeling of his fingers teasing your dripping hole, and your hips bucked on their own as he chuckled. “Down on your back.” He almost pushed you off of him, but you followed orders, laying down on the couch on your back, and he made quick work of your underwear, leaving you in nothing but your sweater. He grinned at you mischievously. “Rule. No underwear while we’re here, got it?” You nodded feverishly, desperate for his fingers again. “Desperate, babygirl?” You mewled. “Yes, sir, please…” Your core was throbbing, and heat was burning you from the inside. He chuckled before moving his lips down to your thighs, kissing and biting hard enough to leave bruises. Fuck, you loved it when he marked you.

His tongue slid against your folds, parting them perfectly for him, and he hummed at the taste of you. He licked at you, his tongue firm against your clit and his fingers teasing at your entrance; you writhed under him, wanting nothing more than his fingers in you. “Shh…” He shushed you with a devilish grin and he let one finger slide in to the first knuckle., You moaned loudly as he blew air on your exposed clit. “Ask nicely, baby.” You huffed and gasped as he curled his finger, his eyes on yours. “Please, please, please…. Sir, please, fuck me…” You moaned wantonly and bucked your hips again. He chuckled and dipped back, his tongue hitting your clit at the same time as he slammed two fingers into you with fervor. You gasped at the intrusion, and he lapped at you as he moved his fingers at a steady pace, curling up and finding that one spot, that made you see stars. You shouted his name as he picked up speed, the sounds of your wet pleasure on his tongue filling the room. You were sweating, the heat building to an almost uncomfortable degree, your legs tight and the coil in your stomach felt moments from snapping.

“Does my good girl want to come?” he whispered against your clit, his teeth catching it and tugged lightly. You screamed in pleasure and pain; your hands clenched around a pillow above you. “Yes, yes, yes, please…” “Come on, then, you fucking slut, soak me.” He spat out, his fingers moving rapidly in and out of you. “Fucking cum.” He whispered harshly before his lips were on you again, lapping every single drop from you. You exploded around him, your legs shaking, and you saw stars as the coil in you snapped into a thousand pieces, you moaned his name and rolled your hips as you felt yourself soak him and the couch under you as you came undone around his fingers and under his tongue. Fuck, it felt good.

As you came down, you tried to grab for him to pull him up so you could get some of his clothes off, but he simply withdrew his fingers and kissed you chastely, an eyebrow cocked. “Love to, darlin’, but we’ve got a visitor.” He nodded to the door and you felt heat pool in your cheeks as you looked at the tall, broad, man in the doorway, who was palming himself slightly over his pants.

“Oh, don’t stop on my account.” His voice was as deep as Sy’s, and he looked like he could split you in two. You scrambled to get your legs together, but Sy kept them open with his body in between them, as he grinned to the man in the door. “August, meet Y/N. Pet, meet August.” You almost moaned at the new nickname but contained yourself as you waved shyly to the man in the door.

He was gorgeous. Normally you weren’t a fan of moustaches, but this one fit – August’s face was clearly built for it. His hair was dark, and he had the most devious smile on his lips, that made you feel even more self-conscious than moments before, as his eyes roamed your body. Sy finally moved, and you quickly stood, pulling your sweater down over your exposed, slick pussy, heat in your cheeks.

“Hi, August.” “Hi, pet.” He answered. He looked at Sy, who sat on the couch with a smirk on his lips and arms crossed. “Beer, brother?” Sy asked, standing – his erection was clear against the fabric of his pants still. August nodded, his eyes still on you. “Thanks.” You tip-toed to the open door leading to the bedroom, grabbing your bag on the way.

“Oh, sweetheart, you won’t need that.” Sy said with a wicked grin, pointing to your bag. “I’ve got something laid out for you.” You nodded once and felt your pussy flutter; whatever he had planned, you wanted in on.

“She’s… A sight.” You heard August say as you closed the door to the bedroom. “A little young, though.” Sy laughed. “Oh, Auggie, you’ve got no fuckin’ idea. Glad you could come.” A clink of bottles sounded. “I’m getting happier by the minute, that I agreed.”

You turned to the bed and saw what could only be described at strings laid out on the bed. Your breath hitched as you looked at it. No fucking way you’d wear this in front of his friend. It was probably supposed to be lingerie of some kind, but to you, it looked like nothing more than BDSM ropes. You heard a soft knock on the door.

“Yeah?” Sy popped his head in and looked at you with a smile. “You like it?” He asked, stepping fully into the room. “Uhm… Yes, for when I’m with you not with company.” He hummed and walked to you, his stance intimidating as he stilled in front of you. “Babygirl, you wanted to be watched, right?” Oh. You closed your eyes at the idea. “Maybe… You’d want something more than being watched?” He whispered, his fingers sliding over your neck before wrapping around your throat. “I think my girl wants to be fucking full.” You mewled as his grip on your throat tightened. “I think you want him to watch you choke on my cock, then you’d want to let the two of us fill you completely.” You couldn’t help but moan at the idea. “That’s what I thought.” He chuckled and let you go, turning you slightly to him and kissed you softly.

“Please wear it. Put a dress over if you need to. I think August likes the chase.” He winked at you before leaving the room, throwing your bag on the bed. Holy fucking shit.

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All three of you sat around the dining table, the sun had finally set, and you were heated. The two big men filled the otherwise wide space fully, and they kept touching you. Sy had his fingers against your inner thigh, while August had slid his hand under the skirt of your dress. Both of them seemed completely unbothered by the fact that you were squirming and dripping wet – they were talking about good, old days, and you couldn’t focus.

“Pet…” Sy’s voice was smoot as whiskey, and you turned to him with blazing cheeks. “Are you listening?” He asked, danger lacing his words. A silent chuckle came from your left, where August squeezed his hand around your thigh. You gulped. “Sorry, sir.” He tutted and narrowed his eyes. “Baby, that’s rude to our guest…” You swallowed a moan as Sy’s fingers moved higher, almost touching your exposed heat. The fucking lingerie did nothing to hide you away under the dress, and you felt like you were burning up. “I’m sorry, sir.” He chuckled and looked to August.

“Knees.” He whispered. Your pussy throbbed at his demand, and a slight insecurity washed over you at the thought of August watching you. It made you feel several things, actually. Sy sensed your hesitation and searched your eyes. You nodded once, the willingness to satisfy – and see August’s reaction – overtaking any doubt in your mind. He grinned. “Good girl.” You stood up, moving from your seat to the middle of the floor, where you dropped to your knees. August had turned in his chair, looking at you with legs spread wide, bulge prominent in his tight pants. You couldn’t help but look. Sy stood up, and walked behind you, gently grabbing the zipper on the back of your dress, pulling it slowly until your dress fell around you, exposing your lingerie. “Fucking hell, Sy, where did you find this one?” August breathed as his eyes roamed over you. Your nipples poked through the strings, and barely anything was covered by the black strings that made out the lingerie on your body. “In my class, right baby?” Sy asked, circling you like a predator. “Yes, sir.” You answered breathlessly. Sy grinned and stopped in front of you.

“Stay where you are. August, keep her entertained.” He walked to the heavy table in the living room, where he flipped the top up as August walked to you with a fucking illegal smile on his face. His fingers grabbed at your hair. “What’s…” You didn’t finish your sentence, as August’s finger slid into your mouth and you hummed around the digit, sucking it gently. “Fuck…” He groaned at the feeling. You heard Sy chuckle.

“Keep her still.” You saw Sy walk to you with wide strides, his hands full of robe. You felt yourself get wetter at the thought of being tied up with these two men doing whatever they wanted to with you. “Arms on your back.” Sy’s voice was possessive as you followed orders, your mouth preoccupied by August’s finger. He hummed and moved in front of you fully, his free hand opening his pants. “Mind?” He asked Sy casually. “Nah, go right ahead.” Sy’s voice was amused behind you, and you moaned as he tightened the rope slightly. August chuckled and let his pants fall around his ankles – you sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of him. He was just as big as Sy, though slightly wider in girth, and you felt yourself salivate at the sight of him and your pussy throb. He stood in front of you, erection right in your face. “Open up, pet.” His voice was like honey, and you followed orders, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out as Sy tied the rope around your legs, your arms flush against your body. “Good girl…” August pressed the head of his cock against your tongue, coating himself in your saliva, before pushing inside of your mouth. He groaned as his head hit the back of your throat, and you realized that he wasn’t even halfway in; you moaned around it, and he pushed further, making you gag around him. “Fucking hell…” Sy had stilled his movements behind you, his lips on your neck. You felt his teeth sink into the sensitive skin at the junction between your neck and shoulder and you moaned at the feeling, which August used to his advantage; he pushed all the way in and stilled. You gagged, spit drippling from your chin and tears welled up in your eyes, as he grabbed your head and held you in place as he slowly began to fuck your mouth. You heard Sy growl, his fingers on your lower abdomen. “Shit, your mouth is good, pet…” August moaned, picking up speed. Sy’s fingers found your soaking slit and dipped his fingers inside, not even bothering to start with one, fully coating two fingers in you. “God, you love this, huh, babygirl?” he whispered against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You tried to moan, but choked on the large cock in your throat, another round of tears spilling from your eyes as August fucked your mouth. He was grunting sinfully, and you almost wanted your arms free to stabilize yourself on his massive thighs, but the ropes held you back and you whimpered against August’s cock. Sy chuckled and picked up his pace too. “Fucking hell, you’re loving getting mouthfucked, aren’t you?” You nodded once, his fingers burying deeply in you as August hammered his cock against your throat.

He pulled away with a roar and smacked your cheek hard, stars flying in front of your eyes as you gulped down air thankfully, while Sy kept his fingers working inside of you. You were so fucking close, your legs shaking. August squatted in front of you and held your chin with hard fingers, holding your face in place. His dominance was something entirely different from Sy’s, almost dangerous, as his eyes found yours. “You’re going to look at me when you cum.” He whispered, his fingers digging into your skin. You whimpered. “Please, Sir, please…” Sy chuckled. “Wanna cum, pet?” You nodded; your eyes trained on August. “Fucking cum.” Sy growled behind you. You exploded around his fingers, soaking him and your thighs as you came, your pussy throbbing and clenching around his fingers.

Without a word, Sy pulled his fingers from you and hoisted you to stand on shaky legs by the ropes, moving you to the middle of the living room – you were gasping, spit still hanging from your chin as he placed you and grabbed the ends of the rope, smiling wickedly. “Codes?” He asked softly. August’s eyes were burning you. “Green, go, yellow, pause, red, stop.” You said in a broken voice. “Smart girl.” Sy took the ends of the rope and flicked them around a thick hook on one of the beams running across the ceiling. Your eyes widened as you realized what he wanted to do; you felt yourself being lifted from the floor by the thick knot in the middle of your back, so your legs and arms weren’t stretched too much – you were hovering with one foot almost off the floor, the other tied against your thigh. You were already a panting, dripping mess. “Now… We’re gonna play, baby.” Sy whispered darkly, stripping himself of his clothes as August did the same. “You’re going to take us. Understood?” His voice was clear and dominant. You nodded and your eyes fell on the table – you moaned at the sight in front of you. Sy had quite the range of toys. August cocked his eyebrow and stood in front of you, his fingers tugging on your nipple. “You got any for this?” August called out and Sy chuckled, throwing a metal chain to August, who smiled wickedly. Fucking hell, clamps. You moaned at the feeling of them tightening on your nipples, the chain hanging loosely between your breasts and August tugged it gently, eliciting a mewl from you. Sy stood behind you and you heard the familiar snap of a cap opening, before you felt cool lube being smeared on your already wet pussy and your hole. You moaned wantonly as he dipped a finger inside, stepping in front of you. “And what do you do, sweetheart?” you moaned as he slapped lightly across your eated core with his palm. “Fuck!” “No, that’s our job.” He grinned as August walked to the table and grabbed a buttplug with a grin. “Ask permission, sir.” “Good girl.” Sy lined himself up with your aching pussy as August went behind you, his fingers coating the plug with lube. You felt anticipation in your core, and Sy grinned at you – his cock slid against your wet folds, and you moaned as the tip slid inside of your hole. August chuckled behind you. “I don’t even think you need this, sweet girl.” He said as he pushed the tip of the plug inside, and you screamed at the feeling of both it and Sy pressing inside of you. Sy groaned as he bottomed out and held you by the ropes, slowly letting you adjust. “No need to be slow about it, asshole.” He grunted at August, who were teasing the tip of the plug inside of you. “Oh?” He sounded fucking dangerous and without warning, he pushed it further. You mewled and tried to move away from the intrusion, but Sy kept you in place and began moving his hips, his thick cock dragging against your walls – you could feel the plug and him slide against each other, only a thin layer of so much sensitive wall between the two. August moaned at the sight of you swallowing the plug and you felt his fingers creep up along your hips until he found your clit. Sy grunted and sped up, his cock filling you perfectly. You were panting, slick dripping down your legs. “Please… Please…” You moaned, trying to buck your hips against Sy, but the ropes held you firmly. “I think she needs more…” Sy groaned at August, who pinched your clit between two fingers, causing you to yell out. “Fuck, yes, please, more… Please, I’m so close…” “You wanna cum with just me in you, baby?” Sy grinned and held your face with his wide hand, forcing you to look at him as he fucked you harder. “That’s. fucking. Rude. To. Our. Guest.” He punctuated every word with a hard thrust and you were so fucking close to exploding. “No! M’sorry, please…” you said, your head lolling as you tried to stave off your orgasm. August chuckled behind you, and you felt him turn and pump the plug in you. “She can come. Once.” You mewled and Sy chuckled, his fingers hard against your face. “Come, you fucking needy

bitch.” You exploded, the coil in your abdomen snapping at the same time as he rutted deeply in you, slick dripping down your legs. You felt the gush of wetness and almost wanted to cry in pleasure as Sy fucked you through your orgasm. If you weren’t tied up, you’d be on the floor.

August slowly and tantalizingly so, pulled the plug from your ass, before coating himself in your slick with a soft chuckle. “Oh, she squirts, huh?” He asked, his hand around your throat and the tip of his cock lined up against your puckered hole. You whimpered as you felt him slowly push against you, tightening the grip on your throat and cut off your air. “Fucking hell…” Sy moaned as he felt August’s thick cock slide inside of you, stretching you to the absolute max. You felt like you were about to split in half, the burn and stretch of the two men were insane and you almost came on the spot as August filled your ass completely. “Fuck…” You said in a broken voice, almost passing out as the two men bottomed out. “One rule, August. I get to cum in her, and only me.” Sy said in a dangerous voice, as he started to move slowly. Your eyes rolled back at the thought of being filled with Sy’s spend and you felt your pussy throb around him. “Your girl, man.” August grunted as he began to move as well.

You were in between the two men as they fucked you into oblivion, their massive cocks stretching every part of you. You didn’t even bother trying to support yourself on the one foot, that reached the ground, simply letting yourself hang in the rope as they fucked you hard. You saw spots as August tightened his grip on your throat and Sy moaned. “Fuck, are you about to cum, pretty pet?” He grunted. You nodded once, mewling as August slammed his thick cock as deeply as he could, inside of you. You couldn’t hold it back, even if you wanted to. “Shit, you’re fucking dirty, aren’t you, pet?” Sy asked with a groan, his cock slamming against your cervix. You nodded again. “Please… Please…” Your voice was broken and barely there as you begged for release. Sy groaned and looked at August behind you. “Whaddya say?” “Let her.” August moaned and his hand disappeared from your throat, letting a flow of air back into your lungs. You gasped as the orgasm toppled you, August’s hands bruising your hips and Sy’s eyes burning holes in you. You came undone with an explosion of fire in your entire being, every single nerve suspended in pleasure – you roared and moaned, gasping for air as you squirted over the two men. “Fucking hell…” August pulled out of you with a roar, and fisted his cock harshly, pumping his length as he watched Sy’s cock disappear in your heat. You were mewling, longing to feel filled by Sy. “Want your cum, please, sir…” You moaned and you felt Sy stutter in his movements, seemingly close as well. “Fuck.” He pulled out and stepped behind you, entering you again from behind and slammed his cock deeply inside of you as August went to your front, his cock pointed to your face. “Be a good girl and take it.” You opened your mouth and let your tongue hang out, hopeful to catch some of his hot seed as August roared and came, thick ropes of cum shooting from him. It was messy, landing on your breasts, chin and tongue and you lapped whatever you could, up. Sy groaned behind you and stilled as well, and you felt his thick cock swell within you, before he painted your needy walls white with his spend as well. You were moaning, panting and gasping as both men came down from their high and Sy slowly began to untangle you from the ropes, August holding your body in place with a surprisingly soft touch.

“Holy fuck…” You moaned as the ropes fell from your arms. August was supporting your entire weight and Sy kissed your sweat-slicked shoulder.

“No kiddin’.” August saw the cum leak from your spent pussy and fire flared behind his eyes. No fucking way he was ready again. “Now what?” You asked breathlessly. August and Sy looked at each other with wicked grins.

“Now we play, my pet.” Sy whispered dangerously.

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Moodboards Masterlist

Henry Cavill

Date night

Argylle premier

Date in Italy

The one where you meet Henry Cavill and Chris Evans

Henry in his sluty era

Tea date

Geralt of Rivia

Geralt encounters a mysterious creature

Aretuza ball

Cozy day

Bathing with the Witcher

King Geralt x Queen Reader

Sherlock Holmes

Colonial era lovers (1)

Colonial era lovers (2)

Peacock encounter

Veena and violin

Beauty and the beast

Napoleon Solo

Two skillful thieves

August Walker

The one where he falls for someone he can't have

Part-2 of "The one where he falls for someone he can't have"

Captain Syverson

Dating Sy

Charles Brandon

King Charles x Queen Reader

Walter Marshall

Journalist reader

Robert Pattinson

Batman x Reader

Clark Kent/ August Walker/ Charles Brandon

The one where the wife is a serial killer

Gus March Phillips

Gus March Phillips x Spy Reader

Dividers by @saradika

#moodboard #sherlock holmes moodboard #henry cavill moodboard #august walker mood board #Napoleon Solo Moodboard #walter marshall moodboard #geralt of rivia moodboard #henry cavill #august walker #captain sy #geralt of rivia #the witcher #napoleon solo #charles brandon #desi!reader #desi tumblr

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ktficworld · 9 months

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August Walker masterlist:

Mood board:

Nothing comes before nation...

Swayamvar:

The king is holding a swayamvar for the princess of India very soon. You are invited.

#august walker x fem!reader #august walker x reader #august walker #august walker x you #august walker x y/n #henry cavil x desi! reader #henry cavil x y/n #henry cavil x reader #henry cavill

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Names

(no mood board for this because it's short and spawned from shower thoughts)

“What’s your name?” August looked up at the question.

“Don’t answer that.” Ethan said, not opening his eyes from where he was relaxing at the back of the van.

“Come on, Ethan.” She said, “Don’t you trust me around the new guy?”

“I don’t trust your nature.” Ethan said.

“There’s nothing wrong with him telling me his name.” She said and Ethan picked his head up, looking at her. “So, new guy, what’s your name?”

“Don’t answer that.” Ethan said again.

“August Walker.” August said and Ethan sighed.

“That’s not your name.” She said, “Your real name. All three of them.”

“Cait.”

“Ethan.” She said, looking at him briefly and turning her attention back to August. “Well?”

“Why do you want to know?” August asked and she shrugged.

“Curious.” She said, giving him a small smile. “Are you going to tell me?”

“Don’t.” Ethan said.

“August James Walker.” He said and Ethan sighed again.

“Son of a bitch.” He said and Cait pulled a wider smile.

“Don’t worry, Hunt. I won’t do anything with it. I just like to know.” Cait said, “As long as he doesn’t give me a reason to use it.”

“Use what?” August asked.

“I told you not to tell her.” Ethan said, “Cait is--”

“Ethan Matthew Hunt.” She said and he cut off with a choking sound. “Behave. That truth is not yours to share.” He suddenly coughed, wheezing slightly as he pulled in air. “Understood?”

“Yeah.” He wheezed, “Understood.”

#henry cavill #august walker

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drake-walker-appreciation · 1 year

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This blog is dedicated to Drake Walker from Choices: The Royal Romance.

2023 Events:

Drake Appreciation Week kicked off on Drake Appreciation Day Monday 02/27/2023 and ran through Sunday 03/05/2023. Masterlist available here.

National Drake Day was completely overlooked by us this year, but now that we know it exists, we won't make the same mistake next year! National Drake Day happens annually on March 10th.

World Whiskey Day was May 20th. Click the link for details!!

Drake's Birthday Celebration August 1st through August 12th.

We also want to promote Drake content all year long -- all of it! Artwork, mood boards, and stories that feature him. Basically, all things related to our favorite whiskey-drinking, 99-cent burger-appreciating, half-American, angsty, camping enthusiast, overprotective marshmallow!

To this end, we have started a few master lists to collate Drake content from across Tumblr (including from authors who may not be active anymore, so their fics are not being read):

DWAW 2023

Drake's Tight Pants Anthology

World Whiskey Day 2023

Drake Creators

Drake's Birthday Master List 2023

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A Decade Under The Influence Writing Challenge

As I recently hit 10K followers and I’m approaching my 10 year anniversary of running this blog, (okay so it’s in 2022… let’s just skim over that part quickly), I would’ve normally picked a theme surrounding the number ten as per my other challenges, ‘cause who doesn’t love a good theme, but I decided to concentrate this one around my te(e)nage years, and the music that shaped it.

If you’re not familiar with any of the bands/artists below, I strongly suggest checking them out! Disclaimer: I’m purposely trying to include the cliche things we did back in the MySpace days... and the mood board is supposed to be awful so don’t even call me out, I’m calling myself out 😂

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💕 Writers must be 18+ to participate.

💕 One creator per lyric choice. There is plenty to go around, but they will be given on a first come, first serve basis. So get yours in fast!

💕 Please send me an ask for your chosen lyric. My memory is like a sieve, I need to keep track of that shit.

💕 I have picked certain lyrics, but if you want to base your entry on the entire song, that’s fine. And if only the lyrics calls out to you then that’s all good too. Write where your inspiration takes you!

💕 End date is August 29th. Please get in touch if you need an extension closer to the time.

💕 Word count can be anything up to 4K. If you do need to go over (we’re talking a few hundred words, not by an extra 5K please!), let me know in advance. I only include this as I don’t have a lot of free time, and if something is super long, I can’t always read it all in one go.

💕 Anything over 500 words must be under a keep reading line break. And on that note, please include your “read more” line after a paragraph. Let’s keep everyone’s dashes nice and tidy.

💕 Story can be reader insert, OC, third person, gender neutral etc. This is the inclusion zone, we’re not here to exclude anybody.

💕 Submissions can be part of another challenge or bingo you are participating in, but not as an ongoing series. It will need to be read as a stand-alone.

💕 Characters “accepted” are:

- Jensen Ackles Characters: Dean Winchester or Soldier Boy.

- Jared Padalecki Characters: Sam Winchester or Cordell Walker.

- Chris Evans Characters: Steve Rogers, Ransom Drysdale or Andy Barber.

- Sebastian Stan Characters: Bucky Barnes, Lance Tucker or Lee Bodecker.

💕 No Stucky as a romantic pairing please. And while I do read RPF sometimes, this challenge is reserved for fictional characters only.

💕 A/B/O, every kind of AU and all other tropes are encouraged.

💕 Can be fluff, angst, smut, smangst, non-con, dub-con. Whatever makes your little heart happy, Honestly not a lot is off the table in this house… which leads me nicely onto my next point.

💕 The only things I won’t read are toilet stuff (yeah, I see you “Bucky has a piss kink” people… no thank you), lactation kink or paedophilia.

💕 That being said, please tag all of your warnings appropriately.

💕 You don’t have to be following me to participate.

💕 Tag me in your submissions! And use the tag #decadeundertheinfluencechallenge within the first FIVE tags. (If I haven’t liked your work within three days of your post date, please send me an ask or DM in case Tumblr has swallowed the notification. Please bear in mind that I like all fics to “bookmark” them so if I have done this, you don’t need to let me know it’s been posted).

💕 I reserve the right to not reblog any post if it goes against any of the rules stipulated.

💕 Please shoot me a message if anything doesn’t quite make sense, or you’d just like some clarification on any rules etc.

💕 Most importantly, have a blast!

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Note: I tried to pick the most popular songs by these artists, but some lyrics just didn’t translate in a fanfiction setting (for me anyway) so I picked others.

“I'm just a notch in your bedpost, you're just a line in a song” - Sugar We’re Goin’ Down: Fall Out Boy

"My hands are at your throat and I think I hate you" - Until The Day I Die: Story Of The Year

“My shadow's the only one that walks beside me. My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating” - Boulevard Of Broken Dreams: Green Day

“I don't love you like I loved you yesterday” - I Don’t Love You: My Chemical Romance

“How does it feel when you kiss when you know that I trust you? And do you think about me when he fucks you?” - Your Love Is A Lie: Simple Plan

“I don't want this moment to ever end, where everything's nothing without you” - With Me: Sum 41

“You want nothing to do with me. I, I don't know what to do with you 'cause you don't know what you do to me” - Beating Heart Baby: Head Automatica

“You were fake, I was great. Nothing personal” - Break Your Little Heart: All Time Low

“In sorrow I speak your name, and my voice mirrors my torment” - The End Of Heartache: Killswitch Engage

“She's a dwelling place for demons. She's a cage for every unclean spirit” - Beast And The Harlot: Avenged Sevenfold

“Will you still hold me when you see what I have done? Will you still kiss me the same when you taste my victim's blood?” - The Crimson: Atreyu

“I know you touched her with them, you make me fucking sick” - Death Car: Fightstar

“I've never been perfect, but neither have you” - Leave Out All The Rest: Linkin Park

“And I'm addicted to your punishment, and you're the master, and I am craving this disaster” - Getting Away With Murder: Papa Roach

“But I'm not sleeping and you're not here. The thought stops my heart. Do you notice I'm gone?” - Letters To You: Finch

“Would you be my thousand fucks?” - I’m A Fake: The Used

“I still press your letters to my lips, and cherish them in parts of me that savor every kiss. I couldn't face a life without your light, but all of that was ripped apart when you refused to fight” - Snuff: Slipknot

“When you tell me I'm a wreck, you say that I'm a mess. How could you expect anything less?” - Tell Me I’m A Wreck: Every Avenue

“You're so good at stretching the truth into a sugar-coated lie” - A Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing: This Providence

“Your lipstick, his collar. Don't bother, angel, I know exactly what goes on” - Cute Without The ‘E’: Taking Back Sunday

“But I was too in love with you to leave. You were too in love with having someone, someone you could form to fit your needs” - Saving Seats: Across Five Aprils

“If I was to have just one more day, I’d make sure that I spent it without you” - Nicotine And Alcohol Saved My Life: Deaf Havana

“Your promises, they look like lies. Your honesty, like a back that hides a knife” - Attack: 30 Seconds To Mars

“I'll be waiting in the dark to drive this blade straight through your heart” - Ride The Wings Of Pestilence: From First To Last

“You're like an angel but with broken wings. A heart so cold can never show mercy, and you've got me right where you want me” - You Stupid Girl: Framing Hanley

“Yet I'm nothing more than a line in your book” - Juneau: Funeral For A Friend

“Standing over him, he begged me not to do what I knew I had to do cause I'm so in love with you” - My Bloody Valentine: Good Charlotte

“I watched his wildest dreams come true. Not one of them involving you” - Misery Business: Paramore

“You were everything I wanted, but I just can't finish what I've started” - My Friends Over You: New Found Glory

“I can't find a way out. And the clocks are broken, leaking time. One more second, I may die 'cause my wounds are open bleeding life” - Decorating For Cinco De Mayo: Kenotia

“I'm not gonna hear your reasons and ‘please-just-take-me-backs.’ We never were right. Don't waste your breath” - How You Love Me Now: Hey Monday

“All this time you were pretending. So much for my happy ending” - My Happy Ending: Avril Lavigne

“Come on let me hold you, touch you, feel you. Always. Kiss you, taste you, all night. Always” - Always: Blink 182

“Stripped down to my naked core, the darkest corners of my mind are yours. That's where you live. That's where you breathe. So go on, infect me. Go on and scare me to death. Dare me to leave you, tell me I'd never forget“ - SOS: Apocalyptica ft. Cristina Scabbia

“Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer” - Thunder: Boys Like Girls

“I lived through the damage from the heart you took from me” - Line In The Sand: Bleeding Through

“There's a glossary of dirty words for people just like you” - Taste The Red Heads: Dead Poetic

“You don't know how you've betrayed me. And somehow you've got everybody fooled” - Everybody’s Fool: Evanescence

“Dressed to kill, you look so right. I am drunk with lust tonight. Your wounds are opening wide, and they might be just my size” - Side Walk When She Walks: Alexisonfire

“And I didn't mean to fall in love, but I did. And you didn't mean to love me back, but I know you did” - A Lonely September: Plain White T’s

“I'll keep you my dirty little secret. Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret” - Dirty Little Secret: The All-American Rejects

“So let me get this straight, say now you love me all along? What made you hesitate to tell me in words what you really feel?” - A Day Late: Anberlin

“I feel you on my fingertips, my tongue dances behind my lips for you” - All Around Me: Flyleaf

“I'll wait for you, but I can't wait forever” - Ohio Is For Lovers: Hawthorne Heights

“I've found a reason to show a side of me you didn't know. A reason for all that I do, and the reason is you” - The Reason: Hoobastank

“Is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you think about in bed? When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress? Then think of what you did, and how I hope to God he was worth it” - Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off: Panic! At The Disco

“And I have reasons to believe that I'm not the only one you spend this time with” - Smile In Your Sleep: Silverstein

“I always knew you were such a sucker for that” - A Boy Brushed Red... Living In Black And White: Underoath

“I know you're gonna break my heart, and my life without you in it is a life that's not worth living” - Here I Stand: Marina Lake

“I need to hear your voice to talk me back into existence” - The Only One: The Mile After

“Pain without love. Pain, I can't get enough. Pain, I like it rough. 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all” - Pain: Three Days Grace

“My broken heart's the only thing of value I have left” - Crystal Clear: Young Guns

“I hope you choke on every word you spoke when you were screaming at me” - Lovers and Liars: Matchbook Romance

“All the problems make me wanna go like a bad girl straight to video" - Straight To Video: Mindless Self Indulgence

“Remember when I said I love you? Well, forget it, I take it back. I was just a stupid kid back then. I take back every word that I said” - Stupid Kid: Alkaline Trio

“When you say those things in my ear, why do you always tell me what you wanna hear?” - All These Things I Hate: Bullet For My Valentine

“I know your type. Boy, you're dangerous. Yeah, you're that guy I'd be stupid to trust” - Good Girls Go Bad: Cobra Starship ft. Leighton Meester

“What if I can't forget you? I'll burn your name into my throat” - Caraphernelia: Pierce The Veil

“Every wound will shape me, every scar will build my throne” - Throne: Bring Me The Horizon

“Please send me anything but signals that are mixed, 'cause I can't read your rolling eyes” - Again I Go Unnoticed: Dashboard Confessional

“She's just a little girl. She knows nothing of this little game we like to play” - Sugar Skulls: Envy On The Coast

“A cloud hangs over and mutes my happiness. A thousand ships couldn't sail me back from distress” - Anna Molly: Incubus

“So just come back, we'll make it better. So just come back, I'll make it better than it ever was” - Maybe: Secondhand Serenade

“Tell me what you thought about when you were gone and so alone. The worst is over. You can have the best of me” - Best Of Me: The Starting Line

“Simply a look can break your heart” - Miss Murder: AFI

“But your love has never kept me warm when you weren't here” - My Darkest Hour: Scary Kids Scaring Kids

“They’ll tear us apart if you give them the chance” - Check Yes Juliet: We The Kings

Tagging a bunch of babes who might be/showed interested in taking part/could signal boost this: @winchest09 @deanwanddamons @sweeterthanthis @princessmisery666 @threeminutesoflife @letsby @waywardbaby @ozarkthedog @msmarvelwrites @avintagekiss24 @imanuglywombat @caffiend-queen @angrythingstarlight @stargazingfangirl18 @navybrat817 @river-soul @drabblewithfrannybarnes @the-iceni-bitch @myinconnelly1 @thinkinghardhardlythinking @jay-and-dean @fictionalabyss @impala-dreamer @kittenofdoomage @flamencodiva @sapphirescrolls @there-must-be-a-lock @downanddirtydean @katelynw93 @wonder-cole @deangirl93 @becs-bunker @watermelonlipstick @treat-winchesterswith-kindness @percywinchester27 @jensengirl83 @sams-sass @soaringeag1e @superfanficnatural @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog @buckyownsmylife @hysteria87 @hoboal87 @phoenixblack89 @viinchester @holylulusworld @honeysucklesteve @manawhaat

#a decade under the influence challenge #writing challenge

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