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givemequeen · 1 year

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I want everyone to know that you’re mine: George Harrison x reader

request(s): - can you write a smut about George being like possessive and wanting the reader to be loud during sex bc “I want everyone to know that you’re mine” and if possible have it happen bc maybe the reader was getting hit on by the others and George wanted to reiterate who she was with? Thanks so much! - Can you write something smutty for George? - pls i need more george smut 🥺🥺🥺 im in love w him 🥺🥺🥺🥺 (aren’t well all) a/n: do any other authors get horny when writing smut or... pairing: George Harrison x reader summary: teasing George (just realised i put in the wrong summary! it is correct now tho, whoops!) warnings: sexy time! dirty sexy time! orgasm denial (female) oral (male receiving). unprotected sex (remember to wrap it before you tap it, lads). ass smacking. kinda harsh sex but not too harsh. jealous!george word count: 3651

George always got off the stage horny. He said it was a combination of a lot things but you knew the roar of the crowd and the fact you were there watching and waiting for him was what really got him going. He wanted you to see his success, just like you wanted to show how proud you were of him. He had, after all, worked so hard to get where he was. So, you never missed a show.

Tonight was no different, George, despite being engrossed by his performance, couldn’t stop looking backstage to look at you. You had worn a short dress today and no underwear. You had whispered this delicate information to him just as he was getting on stage and when it was too late for him to do anything about it. But the look on his face was priceless, pure shock and desire.

As soon as the last song was over, he bolted off stage, not even waiting for their final bow, and rushed towards you, nearly toppling you over. He picked you up, hands flying to your ass, and spun you around.

“Fuck, I’m so hard, I’ve been waiting all night for this.” He growled in your ear, pushing his boner against you. “Let’s go baby, please.” You laughed and placed your hand on his chest, pushing him back.

“We can’t leave, there’s the after party.” You winked before walking away to congratulate the other boys with a polite kiss on their cheeks.

Once their instruments were safely set to the side the five of you headed outside to your cars. George followed close behind you, his hand low on the small of your back, finger feeling the fabric to remind himself you weren’t wearing any underwear. You got into two cars, You, George, and Paul on one and Ringo and John on the other.

The cars sped away from the crowds of fans and headed to the hotel you were all staying at. The hotel had organised a party for the band in their presidential suite. It was going to be filled with roadies, journalists, music producers, and models, and you couldn’t wait to use this opportunity to tease George.

You were sat between the two boys with one of your hands on George’s thigh, your slim fingers drawing circles in his inner thighs.

“That’s driving me wild, I’m going to fuck you when we get to the room.” George muttered as he pressed his lips to your ear.

“So, did you like the show?” Paul asked, oblivious to what was going on. He had light a cigarette and was offering some to you and George. George accepted, placing it between his lips and lighting it. Something about him lighting a fag drove you wild and you couldn’t wait to fuck him once you go to the hotel but the game you were playing wasn’t going to end soon.

“Of course, you were amazing tonight.” you said, momentarily placing a hand on his knee and removing the one you had on George’s thigh.

George sat up and you smiled, knowing he had taken the bait. Paul smiled happily and thanked you.

“You look great tonight, love.” Paul smirked. “That dress... is it new?” You could hear George practically growl next to you.

“Yes!”

“Looks stunning on you, love.” he met your eyes and smiled that charming smile of his. “You look stunning tonight.”

“Back off McCartney.” George said, placing a protective arm around you.

“C’mon Georgie, don’t be ridiculous.” you said, pushing off of him.

“Yeah, Georgie.” Paul teased as the car came to a stop, having finally reached the hotel.

George reached over to him but Paul jumped out of the car. Cameras immediately starting flashing, fans were yelling the boy’s names all around you. You kissed George’s cheek before getting out, pressing your ass into him as you moved over him. George grabbed your waist and pulled you to him, pressing his boner against you.

“Behave, I see what you are doing.” he said before letting you go.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” you smiled, grabbing his hand and walking into the hotel through the screaming crowds.

Once in the suite you headed off to find your group of friends. They were an assortment of journalists and roadies who followed the band around. Naturally, you spent a lot of time with them which caused a friendship to flourish. In this group of friends was a specific roadie who George hated as George claimed he had flirted with you. Your boyfriend wouldn’t listen to reason since you repeatedly told him he was gay and was more interested in him than in you.

“Thats just an excuse to touch your boobs.” George had said, pouting.

“No because he surprisingly does not touch my boobs.” you had rolled your eyes and left it at that.

But you could now feel George’s eyes on you across the room as you sipped on a drink, lounging on one of the velvet sofas, and talked to said roadie. George had been starting at you the entire time you were there but he had been caught in a conversation with some music producer.

John came over to join you, sitting by your side and placing his arm on the sofa behind you. He started mumbling about the concert and the party but he was so drunk you couldn’t understand him so you simply patted his shoulder and nodded. You could feel George watching you and suddenly an idea came onto mind.

You stood up and sat back down across John’s lap. He smiled up at you and hugged you, clearly ready to sleep. You ran your fingers through his hair and glanced up at where George had last been but he was gone. You glanced around, suddenly worried that you couldn’t find him.

“Love.” George said from behind you. You jumped, startled by his sudden appearance. You looked back and smiled, George was upside down!

“Georgie, you’re upside down!” you laughed.

“Are you drunk?” he asked, cocking his head sideways. His face was tense, clearly unhappy at the situation but you couldn’t care less, he had to live a little. “Get off his lap.”

“No, I’m just happy.” you threw your arms around his hips, dragging him towards you, and ignoring his second question. “And you?”

“Lets get out of here.” he whispered, leaning over and starting to pull you away from John, who just flopped backwards and promptly fell asleep.

“What? No! The night is young.” you whined before standing up and dragging George over to the dance floor.

Dozens of people had congregated in the centre of the room and were dancing widely. Arms were thrown up and hips were swung to the rhythm of the music. You pulled George to the centre and placed your arms on his shoulders. His hand went to your hips, pulling you close.

“You look gorgeous tonight.” George said, his lips chasing yours. “What were you doing on John?”

But you ignored him and allowed yourself to feel the music, the thumping of the bass resonated deep within you. You threw your head back and immediately George’s mouth went to your neck. He kissed and sucked on the skin there, surely leaving marks.

“Georgie, careful.” you frowned, chastising him.

“Lets go, my love, I want you.” he pressed himself against you. “I need you.”

“I can feel that.” you giggled.

“Do you want me to fuck you right here? Huh? In the middle of the room and let everyone see how well you take my cock?” his voice was low, its vibrations travelled all the way down between your legs.

“Fuck, Georgie.” you palmed him through the jeans, looking around to make sure no one could see but everyone was too high or drunk to notice.

“Lets go.” he wrapped his longer slender fingers around your wrist and pulled you towards the exit. A couple people tried to stop him to talk to him but he was a man on a mission and practically shoved them aside. Once outside the suite, George picked you up and pressed you against the wall.

He began kissing you like a starving man, hands slipping under your dress to grab your ass. You moaned as he pressed himself against you and you rocked your hips against him, desperate for some friction. George pressed himself further against you, preventing you from moving.

“No, you don’t get to do that after how you have behaved all night.” he sunk his teeth onto your flesh and you yelped, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“I’ve been good, Geo, what do you mean?” you lied, kissing his face.

“You and I both know thats a lie.” he grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him. “You’re gonna do as I say and if you’re good maybe I’ll cum in you.” George set you down and grabbed you, pulling you towards your room.

Once inside, he picked you back up and took you over to the bed, dropping you on it. You watched in anticipation as he slowly took his shirt off. You rubbed your thighs together, desperate for some friction.

“Stop that.” George snapped. “You don’t get to do that.” he shook his head and you.

Finally, his shirt came off. He threw it on the ground and unbuckled his belt. He dropped his trousers and took himself out of his pants. While staring right at you, George stroked himself. You bit your lower lip, eager to have him in you.

“Stand up.” he ordered, you did as he requested, your eyes sliding down to his erection. “Kneel.” you dropped to your knees and looked up at him.

“Now what?” you asked sweetly, trying your best not to look at it.

George stayed silent, he trailed his fingers through your hair and tugged it back so your mouth fell open. He grabbed himself and guided your mouth towards him. You stuck your tongue out, allowing his cock to rest on it, and closed your lips around him.

“Good girl.” he said, his other hand went to your chin, pushing it up so he could see better.

You closed your eyes and moved your head forward until his cock hit the back of your throat. You gagged slightly but remained there until tears formed in your eyes. You pulled back, gasped your air, and did it again. Slowly, you let your tongue explore him. It went over the ridges and veins of his cock, mapping out every inch of it.

One of your hands went to his hips for stability, the other going between your legs. You slipped two fingers inside of you and rocked your hips the same way you bobbed your head backwards and forwards. You moaned, the vibrations of your moan made him buck his hips forward.

He groaned and collected your hair into one hand. He pulled you back so only the tip of his cock was inside your mouth, and slowly pulled himself out. A single line of spit and pre-cum connected you and his dick. He grabbed his cock and placed it back into your mouth.

“Mouth open.” he slowly pushed his hips forward. You held your breath, fingers stopping inside of you, and felt your eyes roll to the back of your head as he made his way down your throat.

Then, at the same excruciatingly slow pace, slid himself back out. George did this a couple times before slamming into you with no warning. You choked on his cock but that didn’t stop him. He grabbed your jaw, hand so big his fingers nearly reaches your ears, and fucked your mouth.

“Fuck...” he groaned. “This is what you get for being a slut.” his eyes were trained on yours. “Stop fucking touching yourself, you think I don’t notice?” reluctantly you removed your fingers from yourself. “Now take my cum.” he pushed his hips into your mouth one last time before finishing inside of you. As his cum shot out, he rolled his hips, and you licked his cock, making sure every last drop came out.

Then, he slid himself out. You stuck your tongue out and blinked up at him. “Good girl.” he slid his finger down your cheek and shoved them into your mouth, reaching the very back and making you gag. “Swallow.” you did as you were told. “Now get up.”

“Yes, daddy.” you stood up and George’s mouth was immediately on yours. He reached behind you and pulled down the zipper to your dress. The short sleeves of the dress fell from your shoulders. George pulled it over your head, leaving you completely bare. He pushed you onto the bed, grabbed your ankles, pushing your legs apart, and dragged you to him.

His fingers slid up your thighs at an excruciatingly slow pace, getting closer and closer to where you needed him the most. He looked up at you through his lashes, there was pure hunger in his eyes.

“Please Geo.” you whined.

“What do you want, my love?” he asked getting closer to you. You bit your lower lip and nodded. His fingers slid into you and you moaned. “Louder.” his fingers curled inside you and you moaned louder. He began working his magic inside of you, moving his fingers with such precision and rhythm that made you thank your lucky stars that he was a musician.

Your mouth hung open as you let moan after moan spill out of you. His thumb went to your clit, gently massaging it. Your thigh were threatening to close but George had placed his hands over them, pressing them down. You moaned his name and told him you were close.

“Good girl.” he said as he pulled his fingers away from you.

“What the fuck?” You groaned, dizzy from the pleasure and alcohol. You watched as he sat on the edge of the bed and patted his lap.

“Sit here.” You did as you were told and straddled his thigh.

“What now?”

“Get yourself off.” he shrugged.

Heat rose up to your cheeks. Get yourself off? On his thigh? You swallowed and nodded. You rocked your hips, a small whine escaping your lips at the sensation. His thigh was hard, the muscle under rubbing against you in the best way possible.

“You don’t think I want to fuck you?” he growled, his hands went to your hips gripping you tightly and urging to move faster. “You don’t think I want to shove my cock in you and make you come?”

“I know you do.” you moaned. “Oh, George...”

“Then why do you behave so naughtily? Flirting with Paul and John right in front of me? It’s like you’re begging to be punished.” he tutted, shaking his head.

One hand went to your breast, squeezing it harshly. You moaned his name as he licked your nipple. You rocked your hips against him faster, determined to orgasm.

“I wasn’t flirting.” you lied as you quickened your pace.

“Don’t fucking lie, slut.” George said grabbing your jaw. You looked at him and reached for his cock.

You jerked him off at the same pace you rocked against him. Each time you moaned his name his hips jerked. You moaned it louder and he kissed you, you moaned it even louder and he played with your breasts.

But George’s patience was wearing thin. He flipped you around, laying you on the bed and crawled over you. His mouth was on you, his kisses sloppy, and with no warning, he slammed into you. You gasped his name, unable to do much else, and squeezed your thighs around him and he relentlessly pounded into you.

“Louder, love. I want everyone to know that you’re mine. I want everyone to hear how well I fuck you.” he grabbed your hands and pinned them above you, exposing your neck.

His mouth attached itself to the soft skin there and began sucking. You went to complain but a sharp slam of his hips shut you up. Instead, you moaned and moaned. Each slam of his hips making you go louder. You yelled his name and his rhythm got sloppy.

George pulled out of you and turned you around with ease. He pulled your hips up, exposing your ass to him, and aligned himself, his dick pressed against you. He rubbed his tip against you slowly, almost as though taunting you. You pushed your hips back and he pulled away.

“Oh George, fuck me please, please.” you moaned.

He smacked your ass and slowly slid in to you. He quickly returned to the ruthless pace he had set before. His hand slapping your ass as you gripped the sheets. His fingers went around your hips, meeting your clit, and began drawing circles.

You were coming undone, the brutal slamming of his hips against yours filling the room with the sound of skin slapping against skin combined with the effortlessly skilled movement of his fingers against you was pleasantly overwhelming. He leaned over you, pressing his chest against your back and pulled your hair back.

“Are you going to come?” he groaned. “Come for daddy, you’ve been good. I want to hear you.”

You nodded and let yourself loose. The explosion of pleasure took over you, making your body go limp. George held you up as he continued fucking and fingering you. You unapologetically moaned his name over and over until your throat felt raw.

Just as you were coming down from your high George slammed his hips into you one last time and came inside you. His cum shooting into you felt delightfully familiar. You clenched around him and gripped the sheets so hard you wouldn’t be surprised if they ripped.

George collapsed on top of you, cock still inside you and weight crushing you. He gently kissed your shoulder, hand going around your body to squeeze your breast. His cock was still hard when he slipped it out. You rolled over and smiled at him but he was staring between your legs.

He licked his fingers and pushed his cum that had began leaking out of you and down your thighs back in. You winced at the wave of pleasure that crashed against you like aftershock.

“This pussy is mine.” he said, reaching down to kiss it.

Bonus:

George had returned from the bathroom and scooped your limp body in his arms. He had taken you into the bath and sat behind you, your back against his chest, wet bodies pressed together, as he gently cleaned you up. Then, he had tenderly dried you, taking extra care around your thighs, and taken you back into bed were you were now spooning.

“Was that good?” he whispered, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Very.” you mumbled.

“It wasn’t... too much?”

You turned your head to look at him and smiled, placing a hand over his cheek.

“I liked it. I love it when you’re possessive. It was very hot.” you gently kissed his cheek. “I love you.” you murmured and spun your whole body around to face his.

“I love you too.” he said, pressing his head into your hair.

You reached your hand down his pants and hesitated. George nodded and reached to pull your own underwear down. You wrapped your hands around him and felt as he got hard.

George laid back, his hands on your hips guiding you over him. He comfortably slid into you, like a key into a lock, and you both happily sighed. You fell against him, bare chest against bare chest, and slowly rocked your hips. George wrapped his arms around you and met your movements half way.

“I’m sorry love, I can’t last any longer.” he groaned.

“Cum in me, Geo. Fill me up.” you whispered, your words driving him wild.

It was the most comfortable filling, his hips crashing against yours - once, twice, three times - as he came undone. Then, you remained like that, his cock buried deep in you and his mouth kissing your skin, until he softened. You pulled yourself away from him and he tucked himself back in.

He pulled you against him, his whole body wrapping around yours, and fell into a deep slumber.

BONUS BONUS:

The next morning you stumbled over to the wardrobe, George watching your naked behind body from the bed, and pulled on plaid trousers and a pink cardigan to match. He helped you as you got ready, kissing your cheek and neck or wherever he could reach.

You walked hand in hand towards the elevator and made your way down to the private room the hotel had given the band for their meals. Inside was John, Ringo, and Paul, all sat around a round table filled with food.

They all looked up as you entered and started laughing. Unsure, you cocked your head to the side and asked them what was so funny.

“Did you have a good night?” John said, wiggling his eyebrows, between fits of laughter.

Realisation dawned on you, they probably heard everything. You shut your eyes in embarrassment but George was having none of it. He pulled you to his side, arm going around your shoulders and led you to the table where breakfast was set.

“Piss off, you lot are just jealous.” he said, rolling his eyes and ignoring their howls of laughter.

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slamminslamminmcgill · 1 month

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Thoughts on Lalo and facials, sir 🎤

of course babe mwah

DEFINITELY a favorite of his. it’s either that or he’ll cum inside whichever hole he happens to be occupying at that moment

for him it’s the vulgarity and degradation. seeing your pretty face desecrated with him (especially if you’re wearing makeup and it all becomes a runny mess) is a massive ego boost. he loves seeing just how badly he can fucking ruin you

he’ll even grab some of your hair and use it to wipe the last few drops off his cock

once he’s done and you’re sufficiently plastered, he grabs you by the chin and scratches it like you’re a dog, “aw, ¡te pobrecito! (you poor thing!) so messy! you got lalo all over your face! lemme clean you up, baby boy…”

he’ll slurp it off your face and spit it back into your mouth. if you don’t think lalo salamanca loves the taste of his own cum block me right fuckin now did we watch the same show he’s NASTY!!!!!

he will abso-fucking-lutely do them in semi-public areas and not let you wipe it off. like you blow him in his car in the los pollos hermanos parking lot and he blasts all over your face. you know damn well he’s dragging you in there and making you talk to gus bc he’s insane

“hey, fring! where do you keep the napkins around here? my friend’s a bit of a messy eater, haha. have you guys met?”

meanwhile you’re mortified and just keeping your head down and letting the next generation of salamanca kids drip onto the floor

(perrito lore) while y’all are in prison together he’ll do this in the showers too and make you do a walk of shame with him. hey, c’mon, he’s proud of you!!! 🥺 he likes showing off his prize doggy to the other inmates. just flexing what a catch he has and they don’t, y’know? and only when you get back to your cell does he let you wash it off in the sink :3

he doesn’t like being too predictable tho. ofc he has to mix it up sometimes.

he’s blowing your back out, you’re on orgasm number… 4? maybe? whatever. you weren’t taking inventory. then suddenly he goes still. then his hand comes down onto your ass with a loud-

SMACK

-and a sharp sting ringing after it.

“on the floor. now.”

he doesn’t have to elaborate. you know what that means (or so you think). you assume the position, kneeling down, facing him, eyes closed, tongue out, waiting to feel him shoot onto your face.

and he at the very last second, he aims his cock down. you hear him cum with a deep, cathartic, satisfying groan, but you feel nothing. you crack an eye open, confused. did he somehow shoot a blank?

lalo smiles at your confusion, then points to the puddle of cum he just shot on the hardwood floor.

“lick it up.”

#anon #ask #better call saul x reader #bcs #better call saul #better call saul smut #bcs x reader #better call saul imagine #lalo salamanca x reader #better call saul hcs #better call saul headcanons #lalo salamanca #lalo salamanca smut #lalo salamanca imagine #lalo salamanca hcs #lalo salamanca headcanons #perrito

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look-at-the-soul · 2 years

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Congrats on 500 followers honey! I wanted to ask you if you'd like to write something fluffy about cillian comforting y/n bc theyre having a migraine. I'm sure you'll do an amazing job on this!!! 🥂to more followers in the future 💕

Ange!!

Thank you so much for sending this lovely idea! I read a lot about migraines and now I just want to hug whoever gets one 🥺 I’ve never had one, but recently I felt terrible and I’m sure Cill would make us all feel better.

This one goes for everyone who is sick, especially the ones dealing with a migraine. 💖

🌷A/N: I’m not doctor, nor I have experience with migraines, what I portray here might not work for everyone.

Put your arms around me

Cillian Murphy x reader (with migraine)

Baby I took over your basement for the day. Don’t come in unless the house is burning down, or something bad happens to Scout. Everything you need is right in front of you, or behind what’s in front of you. Love you. ♥️

Cillian left the note on the table and his keys on top of it. Y/N must have gotten yet another migraine.

They’ve tried every single remedy out there and nothing seemed to work, she even went to the hospital once to get stronger meds and monitoring for a day, but it only made her feel worse.

He now knew a migraine isn’t just a headache, it isn’t an excuse to have a day off, and it tore him apart to see the woman he loves suffering, it made him feel useless.

So he went to disconnect the telephone, the front door buzzer and let Scout out to the garden. Then he carefully took a cooking pot, filled it with water and took the pasta out of the bag, making sure he didn’t close any of the cabinets loudly, knowing she could hear every noise ten times the original sound. While the pasta was cooking, he mixed the rest of the ingredients in a bowl, they weren’t sure yet if cheese was a food that triggered the migraines so he changed his recipe a little bit and made the macaroni and cheese without cheese, instead he prepared a special cream full of avocado and spinach both approved by your doctor that provided a good amount of natural magnesium that helped you.

The salmon looked good in the grill and the smell was amazing.

He also cut some dark chocolate bars to give you as snack later, in the right dose, it was so helpful with the migraines too.

Walking down the stairs he opened the door to the basement slowly. Balancing the tray against his body he was proud he managed to make it to the spot where you were hiding under his hoodie with your sleeping mask on, your pillow on the floor, the room in total darkness.

Touching your leg gently to let you know he was near, you managed to crack a small smile.

“Hi.” You mouthed, your world lighting up as Cillian smiled at you, taking his place on the floor next you.

“Hello.” He mouthed back.

Reading lips was the perfect way to communicate while the migraines lasted.

Sometimes you didn’t even need words, just one look and you could see every feeling, every little thing he wanted to say, his eyes weren’t just beautiful and breathtaking, they also showed what was inside of him.

“Brought you some food.” He whispered.

As you were about to say you weren’t hungry, he gave you the look and you closed your mouth, accepting the plastic plate and fork, because the regular ones made so much noise for you to take at the moment.

Everything hurt; the light, the sound the steps makes against the floor, a car honking, sometimes you had vertigo, others you could see blind spots, or have nausea… sometimes however, it was all mixed at once. And all of that also caused you to feel anxious for not being able to control any of that.

But right now, Cillian was the best medicine you could have. He was just so thoughtful, it meant everything to you that he was now used to every single little thing that made you feel better, like not using his shoes around, so he just walked in wearing his colored socks, small things that actually meant everything. Helping you into a seating position, you started to eat the salmon and the pasta he made for you. It was incredible that you couldn’t even stand crunchy food, but the most amazing thing, is that Cillian knew everything by now about it, not like the first time you got a migraine with him and he was using the blender to make a smoothie, killing you for days and feeling guilty about it once he found out.

Cupping his face in your hands you touched his lips with a finger, announcing you were going to kiss him so he wouldn’t be surprised or kiss you back making a loud kiss noise.

Approaching him, your lips found his, feeling how incredible it was to have someone who understood what you were going through. Feeling his kiss back, you also felt his fingers pressing at the base of your skull for a few seconds, a point that might help to get rid of the migraine.

“Can I get you anything else?”

“Just put your arms around me, Cill.”

While your arms found their way around his body, he lifted up the hood to cover half of your face, then he wrapped you in his arms.

Feeling a little better after you ate, a sigh escaped your lips.

“Have some sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.” He whispered softly while rocking your body from side to side.

Cillian was giving you so much more than he could even imagine, by just putting his arms around you.

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speedystarshine · 2 years

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Hi hi! I was the Yan Manny and Yan matpat anon! And thank you so so much for doing them! They turned out fantastic u did such a good job 🥺🥺❤️❤️/gen!

If you don’t mind another ETN request (cuz beainrot lol) could you separate Yandere headcanons for Bretman, Oli, and Tana? Take as much time as you need!

(also can I be called 💋 anon)

Hi!! Ty for the kind words, and of course you can be called 💋 anon! Trying another format (again tee hee 🤡) so hope this came out okay!

Tana

-Soft yandere enjoyers pspspspspp

-I love her sm. Like actually you know yandere or not she would treat you right

-She's another yandere that would want to protect you from anything that could harm you :)

-The problem here however is that she want to protect you from EVERY little thing. You get a scrape and she acts like you just died/j

-She doesn't really like seeing people get hurt, preferring more if she could just be left alone with her darling but yk how some people are

-I feel like she would be very two-faced as a Yan.

-Soft and sweet around darling, but scarily stoic around those she deems a threat.

-only on rare occasions tho, she's not overall that violent

-oh and totally unrelated but she would absolutely give the best hugs backtotheheadcan-

-girl treats her kills like it's a normal thing or something you would be proud of (why aren't you proud of her? She did it for you... ☹️☹️)

-like actually just coming home covered in blood and being like "heyyy bby 🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️"

-more manipulative than physical, although not over the top since unless she sees a reason to she would prefer not to have conflict

-11/10 would recommend

Oli

-SCRUNJLY BLORBO OUR BELOVED

-why is everyone from etn so 🥰🥰🥰💗💗💓💓

-no but actually he's so nice and protective of you and ajskfjdkka

-poor guy has no idea what he wants to do because he feels all these things for you but doesn't really know how to process or act on them?

-he'll figure it out in the end don't worry

-he loves you sm but unlike other yandere's (mat) he'll be way more shyer and toned down with his affectionate

-he doesn't want to try anything but one thing you'll definitely notice is that he's always hovering around you

-the affection he does show (in public, at least) will be something subtle like holding your hand or sprinkling in little compliments here and there

-would probably have a heart attack if you got voted into a challenge

-you make him go "🥰🥰😳😣" but also "😰😱😖😵" if that makes sense

-mainly concerned for your safety tbh and aims mainly on keeping you out of it rather then defending you from it

-more physical than manipulative, no offense but bro wouldn't be able to manipulate a fly 🙄

-also gives great hugs, mans a walking body heater and no I don't take constructive criticism

-10/10

Bretman

-woah there power couple, chill 🙄

-he'd be more possessive/obsessive, because yeah he does worry sometimes a lot but he knows that you can kick ass if you were in a situation where needed

-don't take that the wrong way tho he wouldn't hesitate to step in if you want him to or he feels it's gone too far

-he'd help you with makeup and stuff like that for sure. I mean c'mon, he's literally a beauty influencer (normally)-

- he would be really good at hiding his yandere tendencies, no one really notices and those that do think it's just innocent

-bro usually comes to YOU for hugs bc like remember earlier when Oli was your human heater? It's your turn bestie

-he likes holding your hand because in a way it's kind of like a mark but subtler?

-akkwjs you two lock pinkies constantly and he almost starts crying bc he adores it sm <3

-he likes wearing lipstick sometimes so when he kisses you it stains

-lmao random hc that he did one time but you didn't know and when y'all came back to the group everyone was looking at you like '🤨'

-he mainly tends to manipulate than do the physical stuff, but he wouldn't hesitate if it came to it

-also 10/10 we stan a ...male?boss?

-iajsnajak sorry I'm not too sure I got his character right

There you go, 💋anon! Sorry it took so long, I was very busy today 😣 Hope you liked 'em!

#anon asks #escape the night #escape the night x reader #xgnreader #xreader #yandere escape the night x reader #brentman rock x reader #oli white x reader #tana mongeau x reader

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angelplummie · 2 years

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FUCK BOY CLASS 1A

CLASS 1A X READER

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warnings: suggestive, tiny but angsty, mostly rage inducing crack

part 1 part 2

DENKI:

• does the whole trust worthy goofy guy thing :|

•he just a funny silly guy 🤣 you’ll think “omg is it just me that thinks he’s actually really cute ...?”

• No. it’s not just you. it’s every girl on campus alright?

• he fucks anything and everything that comes his way, indefinitely. girl, boy, non binary, he plays them all

• i mean #gayrights but he’s a man whore

• thing is he’s not the worst of the bunch he’s just a huge slut that’s too dumb to realise other people have feelings

•fucks who he wants, when he wants bc he can

•somehow he always has ten thousand poor sods in love with him even though there’s nothing behind those pretty eyes

•if u decide to fuck around with him... best night of your life tbh but it’s not worth the embarrassment of crying over the fact he made out with 3 people at YOUR birthday party even after he cuddled you after he nutted in u :( u thought it meant at least something!

•naw that’s just how he rolls, u were warm and nice so he went for it. meant less than nothing to him

•always smells a little. like not enough that u don’t fuck him, but enough that u notice

•girl don’t cry over him he can’t remember ur name i’m so sorry

KIRISHIMA:

•lord help us all

• typical gym bro pussy pounder, all he can think of is Sport™️ and Nut™️

•He’s the type to have a really rowdy friend group but so he pulls the “woah guys, you’re scaring the lady, are you ok 😅😘🥺”

•And then you’ll go, omg this guy is so sweet and so different and so hot, i should definitely have sex with him, he’s definitely a nice guy

• Aha! you’ve fallen for his trap! you fool!

•he’s like a fake feminist :/

•if his friends say something misogynistic around girls he’ll be like “woah woah woah! that’s uhhhh that’s a little sexist!”

• his friends roll their eyes at his stupid ploy “yeah whatever man” but they don’t expose him, bro code or whateva

•the second you lovely ladies leave he’s like 10x worse

• “naw bro that girl was ugly” “no tits, no ass, what’s the point?” “she would be hot if it wasn’t for her face” “she’s a slut but id still hit, it’d be loose tho”

•every horrible thing you can imagine he has said. I despise him

•if he’s got his sights on u, he’s having you, end of.

• hell do anything to get you to sleep with him if u turn him down the first time, he loves a challenge

• honestly he’s a bit too proud of himself, his strategy is just being really hot in ur vicinity and hoping u crack, all while keeping up his nice guy shtick

•credit to him it works a lot of the time

•if that fails, he’ll join whatever study group ur in and mansplain to you, which surprisingly doesn’t work either

• his last resort is to actually learn stuff about u and have a real conversation, which is so yawn, but works when he brings up the fact that he volunteers at the local orphanage and “those kids are like my little brothers you know?”

•suddenly he’s balls deep in you and he sticks a finger in ur butt? okay

• got to admit, he is a good fuck he’s just the worst person ever. he really sucks.

• honestly he probably won’t even talk degradingly about you to his friends, you weren’t particularly anything, he has sex with a lot of girls, ur not really special

• leaves hella hickeys bc he’s a dickhead

SERO:

• cunt

• blatant and obnoxious flirting

• wears chains religiously

• paints his nails black but he’s so shit at it

• smokes more than he shits, and he shits a lot

• makes tik tok thirst traps, and they’re annoyingly hot

• ur like omg cringe who does that lol but when he waddles his emo caboose up to u u fold immediately

• so annoying, so so so annoying

•like he’s just a little squirmy rat man, a little guy that makes u itch but u let him in ur pants anyway

• he’s so smug after the fact as well, always making sexual comments about u to ur face afterwards

•if u tell him ur uncomfortable he’ll just be like “what? you didn’t seem uncomfortable when i _____”

•he’s shit i want to hit him

• pukes at every party he goes to, fucking nerd

• says he’s a communist but he is most definitely not, he just likes leftist hoes

•got a stupid fucking tattoo of some dumb quote on his leg, something like “live fast die young” u know he gets that shit out every party

•takes way too long on his hair. no one cares that you got a mullet please stop talking about it

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andrewrenaissance · 2 years

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Okay but imagine like sort of an emma stone & andrew moment but with you ahha

Like you’ve just won an oscar, this is amazing, and you turn and see andrew the boy who you still love and secretly thank him with a smile

He obviously still feels the same, defo sad that you two had to separate bc of your busy schedules, and like how itd be at the after party… you two would talk and be so kind to eachother and maybe it would be like a moment where you both realize that you could make it work 🥺

Dude! This is kind of fucking heartbreaking.

Because that man would be hoping for you to win so much. Like sure, you're all broken up and maybe you haven't talked with each other since then, but that doesn't change anything about the fact that your performance there was incredible (and he also still kind of worships everything you touch in secret, but that's not why he believes you deserve the win okay). And before the ceremony he would find himself reaching for his phone a couple of times, contemplating to text you to congratulate you for the nomination and wish you good luck, but in the end he would always decide against it.

But hours later, he hears your name called out and he's already very much proud of you no matter what, okay? But this is a big moment and he is just filled with so much pride and joy on your behalf. He would watch you make your way to the stage, his throat tight and his heart beating fast because this is his girl and she had just achieved something wonderful and he couldn't be happier.

You obviously know he's there, but you didn't get to talk with him yet and don't know where exactly in the room he's even sitting. However, once you are up the stage, quickly trying to remember your speech (which you have put together mostly just for laughs because there was no fucking way you could actually win against the other actors), your eyes would somehow find him in the crowd pretty much right away. You would see him smiling at you, his hands still slightly raised up from the clapping and that would put you more into ease. That's just the effect he has. Always making you feel calm and warm. Whether he is holding your hand, or sitting however many rows away from you in a room full of people. You would send him a little smile before looking away, realising that you cannot stare at him the whole time and you would roll with your speech and then send him one last look before leaving the stage.

And at the after party there would be a lot of people coming your way to say their congratulations (some of them being honest, some only polite). All that is sweet and lovely, but you can't help but feel a tiny bit annoyed because they are in the way between you and him. You would have spotted him across the room a few times before, your eyes meeting as his feet would bring him closer but then someone else stepped in front of you and pretty much ruined your moment.

Maybe he would figure out that he would just call you later as to not to interrupt you and your celebrations, and he would shift his focus solely to some of his friends that are among the after party guests. A bit later you would manage to sneak your way over to him, tapping his shoulder just when he was going to get a new drink and his face would lit up when seeing you, laughing when you would make a joking comment about the vultures finally letting you go.

"Any chances you could say it a bit louder? I am not sure if everyone heard," he would point out teasingly, vaguealy gesturing around the room and the said vultures. No one seemed to have heard you though, and if yes they didn't do anything about it so you would just wave your hand a bit.

"Hey," he would finally greet your properly before you would both go in for a greeting hug. Both of you savouring the sense of familiarity and comfort in each others arms. He'd wonder what's the new smell that you are wearing, and you would smile at the fact that he still smells just the same. You could not spend the night away in such an embrace. Definitely not here and now but you would linger in there for a good while before reluctantly pulling away.

There would be a moment of silence next. During which you would just look at each other, smiling while quietly examine the other and anything that could have possibly changed when you were apart.

"You so deserve this one, Y/N," he would break the silence.

"I've missed you," you would blurt out at the same time to which he would smile somewhat sheepishly before he would let out a laugh.

"Thank God, I really didn't want to be the sappy idiot who says it first."

You would blink at him in a surprise. "Did you really just call me an idiot?"

"No. No," he would shake his head. "If I had said it, then I would have been one. You saying it is perfectly fine. You know I would never call you that."

"I am pretty sure you just did," you would state amusedly, piercing him with your eyes while he squirmed.

"Maybe you should get your hearing checked. It might be a bit off due to the applause earlier. Vultures got pretty loud."

"As if you weren't the one who clapped the loudest," you would tease him. "I think I heard a whistle too..."

"Did I say congratulations?" He would try to change the topic and his brows would furrow as he would try to recall.

"You didn't use that word specifically, but you kind of did," you would assure him, making him smile.

"Good."

"There is something you didn’t say though,” you trail off.

“What?”

“If you have missed me too, or not?”

Those words hit him and he could feel his heart sinking a bit. Did you really have to be asking that?

It was his fault, he knew it was, even though you had told him countless of times that it was not that case at all. He was not the only one working. He could still remember the words you told him back then... “If at least only one of us loved our job a little less, things would be much easier.”

His love for art hasn’t faltered by any means. But neither has faltered his love for you. He kept waking up every morning hoping that maybe today would be the day when you wouldn’t cross his mind and he wouldn’t miss you. That day hasn’t arrived yet, and maybe that day was never supposed to come at all.

“I think it was very much implied,” he would answer, eyeing you with a soft expression on his face-

“It was,” you would agree. “But it would be nice to actually hear it.”

(someone take this away from me or I am going to write a follow-up fic)

#answered #andrew garfield x reader #andrew garfield fanfic #andrew garfield #andrew garfield fic #andrew garfield concept

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a-libra-writes · 3 years

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I’m so so happy you liked my Stannis headcanons bc he is such a difficult character for me to write and you know him so well. I’m flattered you even considered them!~

I have so many Ramsay hcs my actual cinnamonroll. There isn't nearly enough headcanon about his mother or childhood. And I have a soft place in my heart for child hc in general. So if anyone here 💗s him as much as I do, I made some..

Ramsay was known around the village for being ill-tempered and cruel toward the other children

Mostly they stayed away from him and didn’t include him in any of their games :(

Occasionally he played with the sons of the village smith and fishermen, only because they were the roughest children of the village

He spent almost all of his time outdoors exploring in the forest and making snares to trap small animals

Sometimes he would bring back the game he had killed to his mother. Ive seen this hc other places and love it so much. It was then that he received the greatest amount of attention from her

When Ramsay was old enough he had to help his mother around the mill. He was also expected to help with the cooking and tidying things in the cottage

His mother tried to teach him not to break things in anger or throw stones at cripples ☺️ but that didn't work

She hit him when he acted like a brat

Most of the time he was well behaved. Sometimes though when he wanted attention he would do things to purposely make his mother angry just to get her to punish him 🥺

Occasionally his pouting worked on her, and then she would give him what he wanted and dote on him

She was likely an inconsistent parent. He would never know how she would act each day

He hated not getting his own way, and would storm off to be sullen if something happened like he didn't win at a game. He was definitely a sulky child

For some reason I wanted to attempt a few childhood!Stannis hcs too so..~

Your idea of Stannis having a repetitive hobby and being fasciated by How It's Made omg I remember that show from childhood is perfect. I feel like as a child he was interested in things like model airplanes and 3D wood puzzles, like smart toys

He liked watching shows and documentaries on nature/history/war from PBS and the Discovery Channel too

He would have been on the honor roll and won academic awards throughout school, which made his parents vv proud

I feel like his handwriting was always a messy scrawl, but he took lots of notes in class and filled more notebooks with the things he researched on his own

Although he grew up in a wealthy household, he wasn't spoiled. His parents had class and were not at all flashy with their money; I feel like they would be the kind of people who drive normal cars and wear tasteful, understated clothing

They definitely taught him the value of working vv hard and having a drive to achieve great things in life, which he did

I'm so sorry this is so long but hcs are so fcking fun to write

If I can share more on your page I will but I completely understand if they're annoying

And I adore your work (⊃｡^‿^｡)⊃

OMG yesssss so all this Ramsay is so good. I rlly love him playing with the "bad" kids of the village, but of course... Ramsay is probably worse. Probs a really bad influence on them. I can see there being an "incidient" and then his mother forbids him from being around the village boys. She doesn't want to get run out of town.

I wanna to add that she was probs a not great parent, like "inconsistent" is her at her best, she probs got worse when he got older. Probably when he started to look like Roose, and when his acting out was getting worse. I totally agree about him wanting any kind of attention, even negative. It's the exact same deal with his future wife!reader, tho obvs he's more obsessive.

are we just agreeing that Ramsay is basically a violent unloved pouty child sjdfjsjgfsgs

oh oh one more thing, totes agree that he'd bring her dead animals. like thats SUCH a red flag for questionable behavior in kids but they were poor AF and oftentimes the rabbit he caught was all they'd eat that night, and he felt so proud!!!! she actually approved. she might even have smiled or patted his head that night. she'd get angry if he brought a mangled cat or mauled rat so he learned which ones she liked best. he was doing more for sport than survival, after all ..... . ... also imagine his pride when Wife is pleased he brought her something she wanted to eat, like a big stag or boar. She smiles and says thank you. Eats it up. He actually gets a heart boner instead of a regular one maybe regular one later???

I def love all that for Stannis :D also Cassana and Steffon were totally that good sort of parent haha. I feel like for all the encouragment and resposibility only Stannis became their "successful" kid like modern AU robert and renly are a mess. Renly is an insufferable west coast millenial + probs a fucking instagrammer and robert is a divorced mess still thinking hes that hot football star from college

#lets have cassana and steffon be alive in modern au bc otherwise :(#i want to date modern stannis so bad even if hes so out of my league alskdkdk #also howd you send such long messages over anon are you a wizard????#ramsay bolton x reader #libra headcanons #anon headcanon

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