#FINALLY caught up. v excited about this development. EXPLODING about it even

[safyresky]

Crystal Springs FACT of the day: there are 2 (two) reasons Winter doesn't normally freeze dry/snow blow her hair.

One is, of course, reminders of past trauma.

But the second one, which is the BIG one, is that it does not last. The MOMENT she is in Blaise's near vicinity, it's melting.

Jacqueline finds herself afflicted with this exact same plight whenever she's around Dite 🤔

[otonymous]

If its not to much trouble could you please do some gavin x mc (from loves choice) firsts? Please and thank you!!

Hi lovely Anon!  It is certainly no trouble AT ALL when I’m in love with Mr Love: Queen’s Choice!  Here are some firsts for everyone’s favourite Aerial Sweetheart™, Gavin! 💖

Warnings: NSFW/18+: explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised.  Minor spoilers for Gavin’s story in the game.  Please note that I’ve only reached Chapter 8 in the game at the time of writing, so hopefully the man doesn’t seem out of character.  That being said, hope you all enjoy!

Fast Times At Loveland High: Gavin’s Firsts (NSFW Headcanon)

Love Me Do: Your Relationship With Gavin:

This man has loved you since forever, literally

Ever since the day he saw you walking to school, with your hair in two long braids, thick coke-bottle glasses, braces, and white socks worn beneath the shin-length skirt of your school uniform, he’s been intrigued

“Who the hell is this nerdy-looking chick?”  He thinks, leaning against a fence and trying to ignore the thumping in his chest and increasingly sweaty palms

And when he sees you remove your glasses to wipe the rain from the lenses with your Hello Kitty cleaning cloth, it’s Game Over for Gavin

You’ve been his #1 Crush since then (and #2, #3, etc….Gavin hasn’t even so much as looked at another person in that manner)

The boy was devastated to learn you were scared out of your wits in his presence

He’s been watching over you since god knows when, and even if you weren’t an item anymore, this much wouldn’t change

Deliberately revs his motorcycle or propels you through midair without warning just to get you to cling onto him (the man will 10000% discretely smile as he does so)

He loves it when you rely on him, when you tell him that you need him, that he makes you feel safe and secure when you’re in his strong arms and capable hands

The man gets as much satisfaction out of lining up for two hours in order to procure limited edition boxed lunches for you as he does saving your life

You’re constantly on his mind: he’ll be calling/texting you throughout the day just to make sure you’re doing ok, that you haven’t forgotten to eat despite being busy, that you’re happy

You’ve rarely felt so comfortable with another person, especially when you’re stuffing your face

But his rock hard body makes your heart race

And you love a man in uniform

And yes, he’s more than happy to comply if you asked him to keep it on in bed

Don’t forget the handcuffs

Also his UNLOADED pistol (safety first, y’all!)

To be honest, this man will do pretty much anything to make you happy (He won’t say no if you wanted to play cops and robbers for a day.  You can even wear his uniform.  In fact, Gavin insists that you do.)

First Kiss:

You’ve invited Gavin up to your apartment, insisting that he let you clean and bandage a wound on his neck that he incurred while protecting you

Sitting on the couch, you gently disinfect the wound and cover it with gauze.  Then, when you start to pull away, you realize his hair is caught on a link of the ginkgo leaf bracelet he gave you for protection

Moving closer, you apologize as you awkwardly try to disentangle his soft strands from your wrist

“Got it!” You say excitedly when you succeed, finally looking up at him

But then you realize just how close your face is to his: you hold each other’s gaze, no one daring to even breathe in the minuscule space between your lips

You’re taken aback by the way Gavin is staring at you: hazel eyes wide and full of some raw, unspoken emotion.  The intensity of it excites and intimidates you at the same time

After what seems like an eternity, you finally think to back away, but before you get very far, Gavin has leaned forward and closed the distance

In contrast to his calloused fingers, Gavin’s lips are much softer than you ever imagined as they press against yours

The kiss is so gentle, the pressure featherlight, as if he’s afraid of breaking you

You don’t realize it, but you’ve stopped breathing

After a while, he pulls back to study you, and for an instant, he looks like the boy you remembered back in high school, a touch of innocence about his face that even a tough exterior couldn’t hide.  Trepidation colours his features as he frets about how you’ll react to this sudden development

When he sees a small, bashful smile light up your face, he’ll be on you again so fast you don’t even see him coming (fast like the wind 😉), pressing you into the couch as the first aid supplies tumble from your lap, bottles rolling every which way on the floor

He tastes sweet, the flavour faintly reminiscent of the red bean paste that filled the steamed buns he lined up around the block to get for you, the very ones you were sharing in the park before you were attacked

At this point, his tall frame is straddling your lap, the force of his kiss pressing you up against the couch cushions

Gavin is ravenous: his tongue is licking at the seam of your lips, and when there’s the slightest give, he’s fervently exploring your mouth, tongue sliding against your own

He’s sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and gently nibbling at it just to hear you gasp.  And when you do, you swear you can feel the corner of his lips pull into a smile

His chest is pressed in a tight line against yours, and you can feel his heart beating so fast and strong, it almost resounds in your ears

His hands are likewise engaged and equally overwhelming, roaming freely over your body: they’re running up and down your back, sliding along the length of your arms, cupping your face, combing through your hair, tracing the swell of your hips — but, ever the gentleman, they remain above your waist (for now)

The boy’s mind is BLOWN: he’s been dreaming of this moment for ages, ever since the day he took off the blazer of his uniform to shield you from the downpour outside the school gates.  And now, he can hardly believe it’s really happening

Don’t get freaked out, but the man has touched you before in the form of a gentle breeze that caressed your cheeks and tousled your hair (he has always kept it PG!) — he would feel extremely guilty after the fact for days on end

But that didn’t even come close to how you actually feel beneath his fingers: the warmth of your blood running below the surface of your skin is enough to make him cry

Those Three Little Words:

“I love you.”

Gavin blurts it straight out of nowhere as he’s busy adding watercress to the communal hot pot you guys are sharing for dinner in a packed restaurant  

So THAT’S why he shooed Minor away when he wanted to join you guys

You almost choke on the half-chewed fish ball in your mouth when he says this

You look up, wondering if you misheard him.  Gavin’s eyes are focused on the contents of the hot pot, long fingers deftly handling the chopsticks and strainer as he checks to see if the meat is thoroughly cooked

But the tips of his ears are bright red and his cheeks flushed abnormally pink, even for the heat of the steam rolling off the boiling soup

“Don’t make me say it again.  At least…not here.”  He lowers his voice as he serves more food onto your plate

His hazel eyes fix on yours when your foot finds his beneath the table, and you watch his eyes darken with desire as you proceed to slide it up his calf before saying, “Me too.”

Your ovaries explode when his face suddenly transforms into an expression of pure, unadulterated joy.  But only for a moment.  He soon clears his throat and turns his attention back to checking the contents of the hot pot, the smallest hint of a smile remaining on his face

At Last: Your First Time With Gavin:

The sweetest experience of your life: for the very first time, you’ll truly know what it’s like to be made love to

The man cannot stop kissing you: his tongue is gently sliding against yours, exploring your mouth.  He is sucking your tongue into his mouth, dropping soft kisses on your eyelids when they close in ecstasy, leaving secret marks along your chest and collarbone and licking up the column of your neck, sucking on your ear lobe

15/10 will nuzzle his nose against yours even as his hands are busy sliding along the contours of your body

He’s burying his face into your hair, the crook of your neck, between your breasts and inhaling deeply.  The scent of your unadorned flesh is deeply nostalgic for Gavin, for although it only lasted a moment, the way you smelled faintly of soap as you took shelter under his blazer that fateful day has stayed with him till now

“I’m so glad…I found you again….So, so happy…we’re together…,” he’ll confess breathlessly in between kisses

Bury your hands in his hair and pull him closer to you, wrap your legs tightly around his waist, let him feel how much you love him: Gavin needs reassurance that you want him as much as he desires you (as much as he brushes it off like it’s no big deal, he’s still a bit hung up on your past misconceptions of him)

He cannot help but smirk when he notices the dumbstruck expression on your face as he strips before you (the man works hard for his chiseled body and knows it’s a masterpiece).  Your eyes are hypnotically drawn from his broad, muscular shoulders to his firm pecs, then finally towards the muscular V of his groin, moving lower until you reach his…

Nice cock: Gavin is cut, with above-average length and average girth.  He curves slightly upwards, and you’re already anticipating how heavenly it’ll feel hitting all the right spots deep within you

You’ve lost count of whether he has a 6- or 8-pack by the time he’s approached you and you won’t even realize you’ve had your mouth hanging open until he slips his tongue in as he’s pushing you back onto the bed

The tension in the air is thick as he slowly removes your clothing: there’s a slight tremble in his fingers when he unbuttons your blouse and unties the bow at the front, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savouring the act of unwrapping a present.  

He’s carefully pulling down the zipper of your skirt — large, strong hands slipping around to cup your ass as he slides your skirt down your legs, his eyes widening as if entranced as he follows the path of unveiled flesh

And when you are completely bared, the first thing he will do is bend over you, his chest a hair’s breadth from touching the burning skin of your breasts. Taking your necklace between his teeth, he moves the sapphire stone aside with a shake of his head so that he can press a soft kiss to the notch of your neck.  It’ll take all his self-control not to fill you up immediately when you let out a soft moan in response

He’ll lay his hands gently atop your breasts, the touch of his calloused fingertips incredibly arousing as they run over your nipples before gathering them between his thumb and forefinger to gently pinch and pull

Every now and then, he’s looking up into your eyes as he licks and sucks on your breasts, the tender expression on his face so incredibly erotic it drives you half mad with the desire to have him stretching your walls ASAP

When he’s finally had his fill, you’ll be mesmerized as you watch him lick along the length of his index and middle fingers before bringing them down to stroke your pussy

He’ll let out a shaky breath when he realizes how wet you already are

“Tell me if it hurts,” he whispers in your ear as his fingers slide in after rubbing a few gentle circles about your clit

He’s planting kisses on your neck, shoulders, arms and stomach as his fingers curl within you

And when you finally start to shake from his touch, his fingers getting pulled deeper within you with every convulsion, his lips are on yours, greedily swallowing your screams for himself

He removes his fingers, and you see him admiring the way your arousal has dripped down to his wrists.  He licks the palm of his hand, smiling as he tastes your release before bringing it down to stroke up and down his cock and slowly rub the head

“Breathe, baby,” Gavin tells you, his forehead pressed against yours as he rests between your thighs, insistently pushing against you

He inhales sharply when he finally slides in, his hips remaining still as he’s completely sheathed within your wet warmth, kissing you deeply while the two of you acclimate to the sensation

The man will keep his beautiful eyes wide open as he fucks you, first slow and gently, then fast and relentless — he wants to catch every reaction of your body joined to his, sear this moment into his mind, relish the fact that his dream is coming true

You feel so much better than he’s ever imagined, and he’s imagined this moment so many, many times with his hand on his cock

His hips are moving so incredibly fast you begin to pant

Will ask for your permission to cum in you (this man is a giant fan of creampies…and here you thought YOU were the foodie)

Afterwards, there will be reports on Loveland News about a strange wind storm that came from out of nowhere and lasted for roughly the three hours Gavin spent making love to you

Aftercare: the Aerial Sweetheart™ will gently clean you off and slip out to buy your favourite treats from the street stand on the corner while you shower.  Be prepared to be pampered for the rest of the day (and the rest of your life)

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[pinballwvzard]

old friend || eggsy unwin

Request: 23, 55, 13, 100 with eggsy being the readers date to her sisters wedding (that she’s in)? Maybe some cute af fluffy stuff? Thank you! - for @marvel-ing-at-it-all 💜 Summary: fake dating au, you and eggsy are best friends and the only way you can get him into your sister’s wedding is by pretending you’ve (finally) started dating. [x reader, she/her pronouns] 100. “I adore you.” 13. “I could kiss you right now!” 23. “Just pretend to be my date.” 55. “I fell in love with my best friend.”  Warnings: alcohol ment, swearing (v minor).  Word Count: 1,637 Note: i’m SUCH a sucker for fake dating, thank you for requesting! Don’t forget to leave feedback!

“Just pretend to be my date,” you pouted at your best friend. “Please!”

Eggsy sat on the other side of the table, desperately trying to combat the major puppy eyes you were throwing his way. The two of you had been friends since high school. You stuck with Eggsy through all his highs and lows, just as he stuck with you through yours. You were like two peas in a pod, everyone always expected one after the other. 

Your sister would have invited him to her wedding if it weren’t for the fact that he had managed to tip the entire bowl of punch over her at the last event the three of your had been at. Well, that and the merciless teasing you both never failed to put her through. She had even put in a ‘no plus ones unless they’re your significant other’ rule in place to further ban him. It was a miracle she hadn’t outright banned you in the process. Instead, she had graciously allowed you into the Bridesmaid ranks. 

Even though you had an important role, you weren’t sure you could make it through this big an event without Eggsy by your side. You loved your sister but her friends were her friends and often left you feeling a little excluded. So, you had found a loophole. She couldn’t ban Eggsy if he ticked all the boxes. Besides, it couldn’t be too hard to pull off, most people just assumed you and Eggsy were dating anyway.

There was only the niggling thought at the back of your mind that told you that pretending to date him would ...actually make you develop feelings for him. You had pretended to date before but never for a wedding, of all things. That and things had started to change recently. You had tried to ignore it but it kept creeping back in. Often you caught him staring, or he would pull away suddenly when you got to close. 

“Aight,” Eggsy sighed, pulling you from your thoughts. I’ll do it.” 

Your whole face lit up and you let out a little squeal. You grabbed his hands across the table and stamped your feet in excitement, “I could kiss you right now!”

And there it was again, Eggsy pulled his hands from yours and let out a tense laugh. He glanced around at the disrupted coffee shop patrons with a sheepish look. The grin on your face slipped a little. 

Maybe this wasn’t as great a plan as you had initially thought.

…

The wedding approached with impossible speed. You had been extremely busy in the weeks following that conversation and so had Eggsy. The time you spent together was often short, and filled with making plans for the wedding. Part of you wished you had never asked. Eggsy had seemed distant and cold, throwing himself into work rather than spending every second of free time together like you usually did. Plus, it had been a mission and a half trying to convince your sister that you were actually dating, and not just using it as an excuse to bring Eggsy along. 

Thankfully, he had pulled it together to trudge through the wedding on good terms. He had even managed to let out a low whistle and call you gorgeous as he spun you around in your dress. You had to admit, he was so convincing that there were a few times during the day you forgot you weren’t together. He fit so perfectly as if he’d never been anything other than an established part of your family. He was wearing a beautifully tailored suit. You had no idea where he’d managed to wrangle it from but he looked incredible. More than once, you caught yourself gazing at him like some kind of lovestruck idiot. And every time you had to remind yourself that was Eggsy, your best friend and definitely not boyfriend. 

The service had been beautiful and joyous. It was hard to worry about anything when the whole day was filled with such happiness. Well, it was either the happiness or the tipsiness from the champagne you had been sipping from pretty much the minute you woke up. 

Right now you sat at your table taking a break from it all. Your feet were aching a little and you were dead tired, but content nevertheless. You surveyed the room, glancing from your sister and her partner slow dancing wistfully - apparently so wrapped in each other that they had failed to notice the high energy song playing - to your parents and your family all exploding into laughter at that moment. And then your eyes landed on Eggsy.

He was in the middle of the dancefloor (always the life of the party) surrounded by what had to be every child in the venue. They were teaching him dance moves and giggling at how ridiculous he looked getting all the moves horribly wrong. You smiled to yourself softly; it was highly likely he was getting them wrong to earn a laugh from his little audience. Eggsy certainly knew how and when to play the right cards. The song changed into a slow one and he lifted his eyes directly to you, his face lighting up with a goofy smile when he met your gaze. Excusing himself from his sea of followers, he made his way to you. 

“May I have this dance,” he said with his hand extended. His cheeks were a little flushed from the dancing and his smile reached all the way to his eyes. It felt good to have him back in your court, you felt so tired after weeks of tension. So, you took his hand and let him lead you to the dancefloor. 

Other couples were now making their way over, and some of the kids were still keeping up the earlier dance party on the edge. Eggsy wrapped his hands around your waist, not low enough to be unsavoury but you still shivered a little at the contact. In turn, you wrapped yours around his neck. Not wanting to make eye contact, you rested your head against his chest and let him guide you. You felt safe like this, warm and cosy. Almost as if wrapped in Eggsy’s arms was where you were always meant to have ended up. 

“Hey,” Eggsy whispered in your ear. His warm breath sending sparks down your spine. “Can we talk?” 

You pulled back to frown at him, “now?” 

“Yeah now, I have to do it now,” he said, pulling you off the dancefloor swiftly. You glanced back to see your sister watching him sweep you away with a raised eyebrow. 

He led you down a hallway off the main room. Stopping about halfway down, he placed you with your back against the wall to face him. Then, he patted you on the arms and took a step back. It was as if he was positioning you like an object in a presentation. He then spun on his heels and paced three steps back down the hall, and then turned again and paced back. You wrapped your arms around yourself, feeling cold and exposed. 

“So?” The word came out smaller than you meant it. To be honest, Eggsy being so fidgety was unnerving. Usually, he was the epitome of cool, calm and collected. 

“Okay, okay! Okay. I have-” he stopped, his brain reworking the words. “I’ve been meaning to say this for a while, um, well i-”

He looked at you, almost for guidance. But was only met with your confused and expectant face. He knew these were words he had to get out himself. 

“Shit!” he swore, spinning to the wall behind him. He wrung his whole body out, shaking his hands. You would have laughed at how ridiculous he was being if you were so nervous about what he had to say. 

What did he have to say that made him so jittery? Was it about how weird he had been acting? Was he moving away? Had he met someone and was worried about telling you? Was he sick? Was he-

Your thoughts were stopped in their tracks as Eggsy spun back to face you and then he began all at once as if the words couldn’t come out fast enough;

“y/n, look, I’ve been so distant and it’s killing me. I’m just scared, I’m scared ‘cause I adore you, I always have and I always will. And i- I always thought it was like friend adoration, and maybe it was but,” he took a deep and shaky breath. “Somewhere along the line, I fell in love with my best friend.” 

It’s like getting hit in the face with a brick wall, or a refreshing spray of cool water. You’re not sure. You’re not sure because you’re struggling to process the words. Eggsy’s staring at you, waiting for your response with an anxious expression. Whatever you say next will make or break him. He knows that, and you know that, and he knows that you know that. But you can’t think at all. 

I fell in love with my best friend. 

In love! 

Everything snaps into place for you. The weirdness you had felt around him; the hitched breaths and warm embraces. Your face splits into a grin. 

“I think I might have done the same thing,” you say a little breathlessly. 

The worry ebbs away from Eggsy’s face, the corners of his mouth turning up to mirror your own. But he still doesn’t touch you. His hands flutter like he wants to, but you can tell he’s unsure. You couldn’t blame him, this changed everything.

“What? Really? You mean-” 

“Yeah, really.” you’re still grinning. 

“Can I kiss you?” he asks. 

He barely waits for you to nod before he’s pressing his lips to yours. 

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