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javiersprincess · 8 months ago

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tags: 18+ minors dni / fem reader / fingering / reader is mexican / spanish / religious imagery / aftercare / hinted virginity loss / penetration /2.6k/ pwp - let me know if i miss something.

synopsis: javier escuella feels an all encompassing desire to have you. you feel it too, maybe even more.

Javier laughs into your lips, you are kissing him with the reverence of the faithful. You kiss sweetly, gently with the undercut of hunger he is all too happy to sate. Your form is soft beneath his hands, flesh pillabe like the strings on his guitar and the trigger of his revolver - the hollow of his palms filled with the curve of your hips. Javier nips at your lip until he can hear you hiss from the sting among your sighs from the pleasure of having him suck on your tongue.

“I can’t believe you - all I did was kiss you,” he stops to puff a breathe against your lips snickering at the dazed look on your face and the glistening spit on your lips, “and now you’re letting me fuck you.”

You whine, high and embarrassed but so unbearably needy and pressing yourself up against him like a cat in heat. There’s a little gold necklace threaded along the slopes of your collar - it glints against your untouched and unblemished skin like a comet, looping along your form in a circle until completion where it stays in perpetual orbit. Javier doesn’t know if he should be jealous of the thin necklace or not.

Your nightgown is off, spread out on the ground and Javier’s eyes are caught on the pendant that holds the face of La Virgen that glints in the lowlight of his tent - his eyes meet hers and he feels a shiver against his spine. Of course she would be there, looped above your too-good heart and appearing before him. It almost pains him to touch you, the holiness of your skin burning his palms that are too greedy to stay away.

You gasp his name and it brings him back to you - it brings his lips to your chest and you sigh as your hands twist on the fabric of his shirt clad shoulders like you are scared to touch him. You still have your bloomers, the white cotton stark against his tan hands and he presses another kiss right above your heart as it stutters tucked away in your ribs.

“Esta bien hermosa - you can touch me.” The pet name makes you tremble, whining when the word graces your flushed ears. Hermosa, meaning beautiful or gorgeous in the language your mother would sing you to when you were a girl. Your nostalgia brings desperation and it only serves to make you needier, wanting for more of the man above you like how priests desire the light of God. You think of that ill-stricken Reverend that wanders this camp and something aches in your chest as you let your hands go over the curve of his shoulders and anchor yourself there. Teeth aching with each suck on your tongue you don’t notice it when your bloomers are off until the brisk cool night breeze dances on your bare thighs. The skin there is hot and growing more so when he lets his hands settle on the smooth skin.

It’s almost comical how perfectly you fit in his roughed hands, his callouses from his knife so seamlessly accepted by the plush of your thighs. Like the velvet cushions rich men sit in their gilded train cars and golden stagecoaches. You go from velvet to wet silk with simple touches and you moan something sweetly into his ear as his face goes to your chest and his hands in between your thighs. The backs of his knuckles tease the wetness of your slick that leaks like honey and Javier lets his lips kiss the bud of your nipple softly but not without letting his teeth have their own kiss at the edge to make you whine.

“You are so wet, leaking for me - you’ll make a mess on my pants mi amor.” His teasing is endless and you can hear that smile you see whenever you blink. You jumble out a half-assed apology and it makes Javier laugh at you again. He must have you in quite the state if it’s making your perfectly trained manners fall off like wool when faced with sheep shears. His fingers have made their way to where you are the most needy - letting them pet along the slit and cup at your mound. You moan his name, oh so, softly when he squeezes gently, cradling your most delicate part the same way he cradles the neck of his guitar.

“Javi - please, please.” The shortened version of his name makes him grin, shivering pleasantly at how affection given only to him melts into his ears like syrup.

“Ya se, ya se. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you tonight.” Dark eyes are wicked at how they glint in the low orange light of his tent as he lets one finger slip in. He reclines himself back so he can watch how you take him.

Javier does not profess how he would take care of you every night for the rest of the nights you have in your life.

You whine thinly into the air, and it makes him hiss at how tight you are around his one finger.

“Relax, chiquita - I can’t take care of you when you’re all tense like this. Shh, shh,” he murmurs to you and in return you whine with a nod; pliable and sweet for him as you let your legs shuffle more open, working on letting him in and letting him deeper. One finger turns to two, and they curl into you cruelly without respite for how you weep and sniffle at the pleasure he tugs from you like music from his guitar strings. Your mouth is hanging open, drool shining on your lips as you let out thin little sounds.

You feel full, and pleasure dances along your spine as his thumb plays with the glimmering pearl of your clit. You whine - no sing his name like gospel and it makes something inside his stomach preen like a peacock.

Javier is dedicated, giving you an even pace and deep curls of his fingers to make you soft and loose for him. Dark brown eyes watch you with the precision of a predator - eagerly taking in how sweat drips down the middle of your breasts and how your jaw drops to make out little pants of his name just for him to hear. His fingers do just enough to bring you to the edge, and you stutter over your words as you push at his wrist with the desperation that is unbecoming of you. Etiquette and education are long gone from your mind as you beg him with an addled mind.

“Please, please not - not like that,” you stutter and let out soft little moans in between each word as Javier remains unmoved; letting his fingers stay inside you at their same pace, dark brown eyes taking in how even this almost makes you weep in pleasure. His cock stirs in his jeans at how it will be when he’s inside of you, filling you well beyond anything you’ve ever had.

“No, like this - it will hurt if you don’t cum now.” He mutters, voice thick with lust as he watches your hips twitch and jump when you have begun to hit the highest peak of your pleasure. Your body is eager for his fingers, tightening and fluttering around them as you leak down to his palm. Javier goes to shush you but you’re a good girl he realizes, watching you with a grin at how your hands shoot up to your mouth to muffle your long winded whines when you crash and cum for him. His voice is soft, reassuring you as you ride out your pleasure with the trembling of your hips and the quickened rising falls of your chest.

“Just like that - like that. There you go, there you go. Cum for me, give me this one and I’ll give you another.” He promises you, his accent thick as he watches your eyes go dark and unfocused as you burn with hot desire for him until he hears your broken voice mumble; “There’s more?”

He laughs. Teasingly, adoringly, lovingly and so many other words he can’t quite say.

“Si mi vida, there is always more with me. That I can promise you.”

Again, he laughs at the way he feels you twitch around his fingers that have stilled inside at the prospect of what more entails. He won’t admit to how his cock twitches in time with you tucked away in his pants.

You whine at the idea, hot at the image of being filled with all of him and whine again when his fingers slip out of you. Gossamer strands of your cum follow them, only to break and splatter along the inside of your flushed thighs. Javier smiles the same charming smile as when he sings and soothes you by rubbing your thigh with one hand while the other goes to undo his belt buckle.

You don’t see the length of him, only feel the heat of him against the petals of your cunt and it’s enough for you to yelp like some poor animal caught in a trap. Javier is bent over you, the build of his slim body covering you with his elbow supporting him above your head, eyes attuned to the half lit scene before him. You, sweating enough to make strands of your hair stick your flushed face with your eyes half lidded and mouth parted. His hips move without him thinking, coating his length in your glimmering release and rubbing against your still sensitive clit that it makes you flinch - mewling his name in a wet and defeated tone that makes him huff in half fondness-half teasing.

“Javi-” you whine, hotter than you have ever been and voice cracking when the head of his cock brushes past your entrance and makes its way in. You gasp into his mouth, one hand coming to cover your eyes and the other gripping at the fabric of his shoulder. Javier sighs against your lips and kisses you to muffle his own noises - higher pitched than he’d like to admit they are lost in between your two mouths as you take another inch of him. He is long, he knows this and you are tight ; tighter than anyone else he’s ever been with due to your lack of experience so he is slow with you despite how he wants to devour you entirely with one stroke.

Javier is tactical when he wants to be and is more than practical when he has to be so he controls himself, letting you have him inch by torturous inch. You are panting, throwing your head back in a way that lets him catch the tears that make it down your cheek and are uncovered by your hand. With one hand he bats away yours until your face - glistening and flushed is revealed to him as your mouth shines with drool from pleasure. His thumb goes to wipe away a tear and you move to feel the warmth of him more closely.

“Why are you crying hermosa, hm?” He asks you, sighing at how you take more of him so sweetly. You don’t respond only squealing and squeezing around him as you lose more of yourself on his cock. Half of him is seated inside you, enough for you to moan his name brokenly as you beg for more despite you wincing when he moves. Javier grunts and stops, letting the half of him that’s inside you stay still to let you breathe

“You can,” you pant, “you can put the whole thing in - please, please put it in.” You beg, and a thrill goes up his spine at the idea of seeing you weep from his cock being too much runs across his mind before he pushes it to the side. You are far too sweet, too delicate to be treated so roughly by him. You aren’t a working girl he can forget about come morning but the woman he wants to wake up to, which is why it’s easy for him to do what he thinks to be best.

He denies you.

“No, this is -” he sighs deeply at the way you feel around him - slick and wet and wanting for him to give you more until it aches. “This is enough. You’ll take the rest next time.” You whine at the thought and whine again when he pulls his slim hips back to fuck you like that. He gives you slow, careful thrusts with the hand that cradles your face sneaking down to rub at your pulsing clit with gentle precision. It’s almost too much for you, he notes and he feels bad that the sight of you weeping on half his cock, losing your mind with your eyes glassy from tears is doing it more for him than anything else.

You’ve always been a proper girl, ever since he saw you on your horse in the snow of Colter looking at him with the sweetest eyes framed by snowflakes. There’s a sick pleasure tugging at his stomach at how he has you now, manners gone and all you are now is debauched and drunk on him. It’s almost enough to make him finish and clearly it’s enough to get you there too by the way you weep out the little nickname you gave him.

“Javi, Javi, ’m going to -” He cuts you off with a punched out exhale, grinding his molders to keep from cumming inside by how you keep tightening around him like a vice.

“Go let go for me, mi amor - you’ve been so good.” With that you break, voice so ruined it cracks when you whine out babbles of precious thank yous in his ear as you come to completion a second and last time for the night. It’s painful, the last drag he gets of your cunt before he tugs at his sticky and slick cock to shoot his spend against the mound of your cunt. The sight of him dripping down to your twitching lower half more than makes up for it and he is more than willing to bend back over you to press gentle kiss after kiss on your panting lips. Your eyes had fluttered close and you babbled mindlessly under his gentle touches as you slowly came back down to look up at him with blearily eyes. Javier smiles at you with all the tenderness of the world when you wrap your arms around his neck - he manages to settle on his side with you in his arms and you tuck your face into his neck. You nuzzle the skin and sight softly, eyes red and half lidded tired from all he has pulled for you. Javier is soft with you, spoiling you by letting his nails scratch your scalp the way you like.

“Rest mi vida, I’ll clean you up.” he murmurs into your hair, presses a kiss to the crown of your head. You hum, murmur his name and a soft little confession of love before your eyes slip shut. You shiver when the soft fabric of a pocket square wipes at the mess of your swollen cunt and whine when you are moved to have your nightgown pulled over your head. Through your fussing Javier remains gentle, whispering praise as he settles you to his chest to sleep. When you awake you’ll be faced with teasing you thought you were quiet enough to avoid but that can wait. Now your eyes are heavy and Javier’s heartbeat is soothing - anything else can wait as for now you want for nothing else.

#lamb.writes #javier escuella x reader #javier escuella smut #rdr2 x reader #red dead redemption x reader #rdr2 smut

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gard3nias · 7 months ago

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Amor tam pulcher | KTH - masterlist

❁pairing: senior!taehyung x junior!oc

❁description: a love story revolving around a butterfly and its favourite flower

❁synopsis:

if he could, he'd write poems on how pretty she looked, on how perfect she was. He'd probably make the next Catullus or even better, he'd dare say. Everyone would love to read about her and how she makes him feel. He even wonders how she isn't loved, worshipped in fact, by everyone but he's glad he's the only one whom she hops to whenever class is dismissed, the only one to have her cheeks explore all possible shades of red, the only one whose arms she'd willingly fall asleep in between.

❁genre: romance, fluff, smut, angst

❁wc: 120.59k

❁date: 30/03/2024

❁warning: mature content, mdi

❁notes: strangers-to-lovers, teen love story, lots of fluff, smut, senior!taehyung (taehyung is like super smart), junior!oc (academic weapon, she loves herself an excellent academic performance), a lil angst, taehyung is head over heels for oc, nature lovers (oc loves flowers, taehyung loves butterflies), countryside (looks like Italy because that is the only type of countryside I know and love), oc has a lovely family, taehyung has daddy issues, jimin and jungkook are taehyung's besties( they also have other two girls as best friends); oc has a girl best friend (childhood best friend) and three boys as best friends); oc is so fucking prettyyy, like girl pretty; cross-posted on wattpad and ao3

❁chapters (status - ongoing) ⇀ updates every two Fridays, midnight

latest — 02/11

❀ ❛prologue❜ - 1.52k

Rewriting the story of Daphne and Apollo ⇀ «A love that drives me crazy, a lovely crazy, a sexy crazy, an amazing crazy»

❀ 01 ❛love is all around❜ - 4.24k

On a chilly summer morning, a bouncy curly-haired sun rose up and shone above the flower ⇀ «If only you knew how special it feels to be special to someone...»

❀ 02 ❛ying yang❜ - 4.28k

Photosynthesis: the sun shines bright above the flower providing it with energy which will be transformed into nutrients ⇀ «Always thought my match would look like me but two pieces of the same puzzle can't be equal»

❀ 03 ❛the exploratory stage❜ - 5.48k

As the sun shines in its might, it brightens the way for a little flower to see over the horizon ⇀ «This is who I am now or maybe who I always was but forgot to be»

❀ 04 ❛just like old times❜ - 6.70k

The bright rays of the sun show the way to the flower, introducing it to an innocent little bear, a ferret and a little wasp ⇀ «He's pretty. No wait! Heavenly. Gorgeous. God's favourite for sure... and mine too»

❀ 05 ❛a monarch butterfly❜ - 4.17k

There, going back home, was an unusual combination of subjects: a cricket, a wing-man, a monarch butterfly, a little pika and a puppy ⇀ «They say mental exhaustion is greater than the physical one and yet I feel dead up there and no different when it comes to my body»

❀ 06 ❛venus❜ - 4.82k

Who could have ever thought that a flower could grow in space? Who? No one surely and yet... there it was, standing upright in its beauty ⇀ «Whenever she walked in, time would slow down and my pupils would expand, all for me to sip in her majestic beauty without missing anything»

❀ 07 ❛a laurel❜ - 4.92k

He knew he wasn't meant to fly to space because he physically couldn't but this thought wouldn't stop him. Was he being pretentious? Trying to exceed his limits? ⇀ «Like you a little, don't want no riddle. Say it, say it back, oh, say it ditto. Can't wait 'til the morning, so say it, ditto»

❀ 08 ❛fuck you!❜ - 6.10k

Normally, flowers are in people's gardens or on a bed of green grass so... what the hell is one singular one doing in the middle of the ocean. Does it know, does anyone know, that too much water will cause it harm... especially when the water is salty? ⇀ «I see her in the back of my mind all the time like a fever, like I'm burning alive»

❀ 09 ❛en route❜ - 5.07k

With its six tiny feet into proper boots, a good protective shield over his wings and an astronaut helmet on, the monarch butterfly embarks on a life-threatening journey, one believed to be a one-way ticket travel ⇀ «If only he knew... if only she knew...»

❀ 10 ❛who we are, what we do❜ - 6.01k

Flowers don't have eyes, yeah, and neither does a pika glow even during the day. The flower is used to seeing only the sun shine during the day. The little pika walking by is unusual. ⇀ «They say not to believe what you see online. "The beauty you could find there is so surreal that it can't be real", they say. But what happens when it's standing just a few feet away from you, glowing like the moon on a starless night? How do you withstand it?»

❀ 11 ❛an overly ambitious hedonistic seductress❜ - 6.04k

Cleopatra is the modern definition of the term "femme fatale"; she's known for ruling in ancient Egypt but also for her relationship with Ceaser and Mark Antony ⇀ «Chiquitita, tell me the truth. I'm a shoulder you can cry on. Your best friend, I'm the one you must rely on»

❀ 12 ❛the butterfly, the cricket and the wing-man❜ - 4.49k

A butterfly, a cricket and a wing-man all have wings somewhat. The first does fly, the second mostly leaps and the last doesn't fly unless the first two do. ⇀ «Life itself has nothing to give you. Lay in your bed all day and you'll get the point. Life starts making sense and having a shape when you start doing something, when you meet the right people»

❀ 13 ❛the Titanic❜ - 7.31k

Between the night of the 14th and the 15th, in 1912, one of the biggest ships of its time sank, going against the expectations but did it? At the time, there was a little competition between countries so when it sank it wasn't so surprising: something so big with very few resources would have never made it across the ocean. ⇀ «There's a monster in the water. It clawing into the ship. I'm sinking»

❀ 14 ❛from five to ten❜ - 11.44k

Brighten the mood. Increase the energy. Make a downturned flower rise high and flunt its beautiful petals for others to see. ⇀ «'Temptare', handle, try, test»

❀ 15 ❛bold, red and underlined❜ - 14.70k

“You know? That party I wanted to host at mine? You’re so invited. In fact, you’re the first one on my guest list and I’ll underline your name in red as in ‘in great and urgent need of pussy’—” ⇀ «XOXO, Gossip Girl»

❀ 16 ❛«it's Daphne»❜ - 11.30k

A monarch butterfly sees a lot of flowers in its short span of life but never has this one, nor its ancestors, seen a flower as pretty as the one ahead. The flower was there, living beautifully in space. ⇀ «I'll be your piece, your ART»

❀ 17 ❛hesperiidae❜ - 6.41k

Right when the sun faded away and the dark clouds took over, the little butterfly's wings fluttered less as it lost hope until something caught his eye, a gleam slicing through the gloom and focusing on a flower. ⇀ «Who would have ever thought that something so little would warm me up so much? An it's just a smile at that»

❀ 18❛opposites attract❜ - 5.59k

Winter and the Wind of the West come to destroy but nothing can touch a flower when it's under a shelter, something that will prevent it from dying in the cold or losing its beautiful petals. ⇀ «He could swear he'd seen a new galaxy in her eyes, one that has never been discovered yet»

❀ 19 ❛peek-a-boo (boo boo)❜

❀ 20 ❛lifejacket❜

❀ 21 ❛monarch and blue morpho butterflies❜

❀ 22 ❛rosy cheeks❜

❀ 23 ❛caramel macchiato❜

❀ 24 ❛butterflies, flowers... and butterflies❜

❀ 25 ❛hwiparam❜

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chilewithcarnage · 2 months ago

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this new wave of polyamory hatred is so funny cause it seems like we're just doomed to have 'kink at pride' adjacent discourse forever and ever. this reminds me of that time blizzy mcguire on Twitter made a post saying that she's 'never seen an attractive poly amorous person' that had hundreds of people retweeting in agreement and even one person psychoanalyzing claiming that poly people are always ugly because they couldn't pull anybody when they were young so theyre making up for it and that poly people are never 9s and 10s just groups of 4s and 5s. that and the seattle polycule jokes and the kinky polycules are secretly cults jokes, poly people are all socially awkward geeks etc. Like yall are just doing varying degrees of ableist, fatphobic, homophobic and trans phobic cringe culture bullshit again. its no surprise that a lot of people that think this way also turn out to be biphobic as well. it's clear that your only interpretation of a poly amorous person is like a sitcom level stereotype. the cishet mormon man with sister wives or the stereotypical emotionally manipulative boyfriend who wants a pass to cheat. and like you know these are the results of patriarchy and misogyny right. that mormon man doesn't truly love his multiple wives he has multiple wives because he subscribes to a religion where a tennent of the belief is treating women like subservient breeding stock. and in the case of the manipulative boyfriend he's just a cheating asshole. y'all having 'bad experiences' with poly relationships is because you were partenered with bad selfish uncaring people it had nothing to do with being poly. polyamory is literally a morally neutral behavior. and I don't understand how y'all can be the same people that be on tinder and grindr 24/7 having casual sex with different people back to back like your bedroom has a revolving door but talk shit on people who are multi-partenered. like it makes no sense. does having sex with different people suddenly become cringe when you put a name to it or involve some other form of commitment? also acting like this isn't something that people, especially queer/trans people of different genders, sexualities, racial and social backgrounds havent been doing for literal decades, centuries even.

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petalos-y-parrafos · 8 months ago

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¿Cuánto más tengo que perder para encontrarme?

Amor revólver, Loreto Sesma

#tumblr #beautiful #frases #quotes #love #citas #amor #citas tristes #sola #loreto sesma #amor revolver #español #citas en español #libros #poesia #spanish #book quotes

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skywalker1dream · 6 months ago

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Title: web of obsession

part one | part two Note: my Carlos obsession is back and it seems I can't stop writing about him.:3 hope you are having good day or night, drink water, eat healthy, if you have any requests I'm all ears <3

Summary:When you move into a charming new neighborhood, you catch the eye of Carlos Sainz, your next-door neighbor. What starts as friendly attention quickly spirals into a dark, possessive obsession. As Carlos’s behavior becomes increasingly intense and controlling, you realize you are trapped in the web of his dangerous love. Can you escape his clutches, or will his obsession consume you both?

Warnings: Dark themes, Possessive/obsessive behavior, Stalking, Manipulation, Emotional distress, Implied non-consensual control,Dubious consent, Stockholm syndrome

You had just moved into your new apartment, excited to start a new chapter in your life. The neighborhood was charming, with cobblestone streets and blooming flowers adorning the windowsills. It was a refreshing change from the bustling city you had left behind. As you unpacked the last of your boxes, you couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and optimism about your future here.

Little did you know, someone had been watching you closely ever since you arrived. Carlos Sainz, your next-door neighbor, had noticed you the moment you stepped foot in the building. From his window, he observed you carrying boxes, arranging furniture, and finally, the way you smiled with satisfaction once everything was in place. He found himself drawn to you, your innocence and naivety awakening something dark and possessive within him.

Carlos had always been a private person, his life revolving around the high-speed world of Formula 1 racing. But there was something about you that captivated him. Your purity and unawareness of his growing obsession made you irresistible. He had to have you. He needed to protect you, to make sure no one else could ever come close to you.

One evening, as you were settling in with a cup of tea and a good book, you heard a knock on your door. Surprised, you opened it to find Carlos standing there, a charming smile on his face.

"Hi, I'm Carlos, your neighbor. I thought I'd come by and introduce myself," he said, his voice smooth and inviting.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you, Carlos. I'm [your name]," you replied, offering a shy smile.

"I noticed you moved in recently. If you need anything or have any questions about the area, feel free to ask," he offered, his eyes darkening slightly as he took in your innocent expression.

"Thank you, that's very kind of you," you said, genuinely appreciative of his offer.

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Over the next few days, Carlos made a habit of stopping by, offering to help with small tasks, bringing you groceries, and even inviting you out for coffee. You found his attention flattering and appreciated his kindness, unaware of the storm brewing within him.

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One night, as you were walking back to your apartment after a late shift at work, you felt a presence behind you. Turning around, you saw Carlos, his eyes intense and focused on you.

"Carlos, you scared me!" you exclaimed, your heart racing.

"I’m sorry, (Y/N). I was just making sure you got home safely. It's not safe for someone like you to be out alone at this hour," he said, his voice laced with a possessive edge that sent a shiver down your spine.

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As the weeks passed, Carlos's behavior grew increasingly intense. He would show up unannounced, his eyes filled with a dark hunger that made you uneasy. He would call you constantly, checking up on you, demanding to know where you were and who you were with.

One evening, you decided to confront him. "Carlos, I appreciate your concern, but I feel like you're becoming too... controlling. I need some space," you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

His eyes narrowed, and he took a step closer to you, his presence overwhelming. "You don’t understand, Mi amor. I’m doing this for you. I need to protect you. You’re mine," he growled, his voice dangerously low.

Fear gripped you as you realized the depth of his obsession. "Carlos, please, I need you to leave," you said, backing away.

But Carlos didn’t budge. Instead, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you close to him. "You don’t get it, do you? I can't let you go. I won't let anyone else have you," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to break free from his grasp. "Carlos, this isn't right. You’re scaring me," you cried out, hoping to reach the man you once thought was kind and gentle.

But Carlos was beyond reason. His obsession had consumed him entirely, and he was determined to make you his, no matter the cost. "You belong to me, cariño. And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, even if it means locking you away where no one else can touch you," he declared, his eyes gleaming with a manic intensity.

You realized then that you were trapped, caught in the web of Carlos's dark and possessive love. And as he pulled you closer, you knew that your life would never be the same again.

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The next day, you woke up to find your phone missing. Frantically, you searched your apartment, but it was nowhere to be found. You decided to ask Carlos if he had seen it, even though you had your suspicions.

When you knocked on his door, he answered almost immediately, as if he had been waiting for you. "Carlos, have you seen my phone? I can't find it anywhere," you asked, trying to keep your voice calm.

He smiled, a chilling smile that sent a wave of dread through you. "No, I haven't seen it. Maybe you misplaced it," he said, but there was something in his eyes that told you he was lying.

You knew you needed to get away, to find help. But without your phone, you felt isolated and vulnerable. The next few days were a blur of Carlos's increasingly invasive presence and your mounting fear. He seemed to be everywhere, watching you, controlling your every move.

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One evening, as you were cooking dinner, Carlos let himself into your apartment with a spare key you didn’t know he had. He stood in the doorway, watching you with a dark intensity.

"Carlos, you can't just come in here uninvited," you said, trying to muster the courage to stand up to him.

"I told you, Mi amor, I'm doing this for you. I need to protect you," he replied, his voice eerily calm.

You felt a chill run down your spine. "Protect me from what? You're the one scaring me," you said, your voice trembling.

Carlos stepped closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "You don't understand, cariño. You need me. Without me, you're vulnerable. Anyone could hurt you," he said, his voice taking on a desperate edge.

"You're the one hurting me, Carlos. This isn't love, this is obsession," you cried out, tears streaming down your face.

Carlos's expression hardened, and he grabbed your arm, pulling you close. "You don't get to decide what's best for you. I do. And I will keep you safe, even if it means keeping you here with me forever," he said, his voice a dangerous whisper.

Desperation surged through you, and you struggled against his grip. "Carlos, please, let me go," you begged, but his hold only tightened.

In a moment of sheer panic, you managed to break free and ran for the door. But Carlos was faster. He caught you, pinning you against the wall, his breath hot and ragged against your ear.

"Don't you see, cariño? You're mine. And I'll never let you go," he whispered, his voice filled with a terrifying mix of love and madness.

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Days turned into weeks, and Carlos's hold on you only tightened. He controlled every aspect of your life. You were not allowed to leave the apartment without him. He provided everything you needed, but it came at the cost of your freedom.

At first, you resisted, your spirit unbroken despite his oppressive behavior. But Carlos was relentless. He showered you with affection in his twisted way, blurring the lines between love and captivity. His touches became more intimate, more demanding, yet he always framed them as acts of love and protection.

One night, after a particularly intense confrontation, you found yourself in his arms, the weight of your fear and isolation bearing down on you. His hand gently stroked your hair as you lay against his chest, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to disappear.

"Cariño? you know I only do this because I love you," he murmured, his voice soft and soothing.

"Love shouldn't feel like this," you whispered, tears slipping down your cheeks.

Carlos tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "It’s the only way to keep you safe. You have to trust me," he insisted, his eyes dark and intense.

You wanted to scream, to push him away, but a part of you, worn down by the constant pressure, began to waver. His touch, once a source of fear, started to feel comforting in your desperate state. The line between captor and protector blurred further with each passing day.

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One evening, Carlos returned home to find you sitting on the couch, your expression distant. He knelt before you, taking your hands in his. "What's on your mind, mi amor?" he asked, his voice tender.

"I don't know what's real anymore," you confessed, your voice shaking. "I feel like I'm losing myself."

Carlos's grip tightened. "You're not losing yourself. You're finding your true place, with me. I’ll take care of you."

"I’ll take care of you, and you'll see that this is where you belong," Carlos whispered, his voice soothing yet laced with an unsettling authority.

You tried to pull your hands away, but his grip was firm. He moved closer, his eyes locked onto yours. There was an intensity there, a burning need that frightened you, yet you couldn’t tear yourself away from his gaze.

"Carlos, this isn't right," you said weakly, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Shh, mi amor. You just need to relax and let me take care of everything," he murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

His lips lingered, trailing down your face, planting kisses on your cheeks and finally your lips. You froze, the mixture of fear and a strange sense of comfort paralyzing you. Carlos deepened the kiss, his hands moving to cradle your face, his touch both possessive and gentle.

You knew you should resist, that you should push him away, but his words and actions had begun to wear down your resolve. You felt a strange, unsettling warmth spreading through you, a part of your mind beginning to believe his twisted version of love.

Carlos sensed your hesitation and took advantage, his kisses becoming more urgent, his hands moving to your shoulders and down your arms, pulling you closer. Your heart pounded in your chest as he guided you to lie back on the couch, his body pressing against yours.

"Just let go, cariño. Let me love you," he whispered against your lips, his breath hot and intoxicating.

You whimpered softly, torn between the instinct to flee and the growing sense of submission. Carlos's hands roamed your body, his touch igniting a confusing mix of fear and desire. He was relentless, his need for control evident in every movement.

He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands slipped beneath your shirt. You gasped, the sensation both foreign and electrifying. Carlos's kisses trailed down your neck, his lips leaving a burning path as he whispered sweet yet possessive words against your skin.

"I've dreamed of this, of having you all to myself," he murmured, his hands exploring your body with a fervent possessiveness. "You're mine, cariño, mine. No one else can ever have you."

Your mind screamed at you to push him away, to fight back, but your body betrayed you, responding to his touch in ways you couldn't control. His hands found their way to your waistband, and he deftly unbuttoned your jeans, sliding them down with a practiced ease. He kissed your stomach, his lips moving lower, and you shivered, torn between fear and a perverse sense of anticipation.

"Carlos, please," you whimpered, unsure whether you were begging him to stop or to continue.

He paused, looking up at you with a dark, intense gaze. "Please what, mi amor? Tell me what you want."

"I... I don't know," you admitted, tears streaming down your cheeks.

Carlos's expression softened, and he climbed back up to kiss away your tears. "It's okay, cariño. I'll make you understand. I'll show you how much I love you," he promised, his voice a dangerous mix of tenderness and possessiveness.

He captured your lips in another searing kiss, his hands resuming their exploration of your body. Your resistance crumbled further with each passing second, the lines between right and wrong blurring in the haze of his relentless attention.

Carlos was methodical, his actions deliberate and consuming. He undressed you with a slow, practiced ease, each piece of clothing falling away to reveal more of your vulnerable form. His kisses trailed down your body, igniting a fire within you that you couldn't ignore.

You felt helpless, trapped in his web of obsession, yet a part of you craved his touch, his approval. He made you feel wanted, cherished in his own twisted way, and that was a feeling you hadn't experienced in so long.

Carlos's hands found their way to your most intimate places, and you gasped, your body reacting instinctively to his touch. He watched your every expression, his eyes dark and hungry.

"See, cariño ? This is how it should be. Just you and me, together," he murmured, his voice hypnotic.

You closed your eyes, surrendering to the inevitable, your mind and body betraying you in the most intimate of ways. Carlos took you with a possessive passion, his love both a prison and a twisted form of salvation.

As the night wore on, you found yourself clinging to him, your emotions a chaotic whirlwind of fear, desire, and a growing sense of dependence. Carlos's obsession had consumed you both, binding you to him in a dark and inescapable embrace.

In the depths of your mind, a small voice screamed for freedom, but it was drowned out by the overwhelming force of Carlos's love. You were his, and he would never let you go.

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Reader cheating on her boyfriend with Gavi? Pleaseee

SEVILLE - GAVI

summary: you cheat on your boyfriend with Gavi.

a/n: this is my favorite fanfic ive ever written.

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warning: smut 18+

2010

"INIESTA, GOAL INIESTA!" Gavi jumped up and immediately started celebrating. You also joined him and that led the two of you to jump around together in the middle of the living room.

Your parents and his parents were sitting on the couch, celebrating but smiling because Spain won the World Cup.

"Mama, did Spain win?" You asked and looked over to your mother. Gavi then turned to face you and then looked at the TV again.

"Mira, they won, we won, somos campeones del mundo!" Gavi then grabbed your shoulder and then the two little children you were, started jumping around again.

"Campeones del mundo!" Gavi and you celebrated. Your parents were watching in awe as their two children were getting along so well. You two were truly made for each other.

"I want to be a world champion too." Gavi then turned to face you and you smiled as you put your hands on your hips.

"What about me?" You then crossed your arms and let your head sink. Gavi then took a step closer to you and hugged you.

"You're gonna be there to watch me. I promise." Gavi then lifted your head with his hands and then kissed your cheek.

He promised.

2022

"It's okay, you did your best." You held Gavi close to yourself as you stood in the middle of his hotel room. His arms wrapped tightly around your body while his face was buried in the crook of your neck, soft sobs coming from his mouth.

"I wanted to win, I wanted to win it for us," Gavi mumbled but you shook your head, your hand slowly moved up to his head, going through his soft curls and twisting them around your finger.

"You did more than enough, you played amazing, it's okay. You'll win it next time." You tried to calm him down again. He then lifted up his head and kissed your forehead in the pitch dark you two were standing in.

"Thank you for being here with me. I promise I'll win it next time." He said in just above a whisper to which you responded with a nod.

He promised.

2023

"Amor, we're going, come on!" Your boyfriend Paulo yelled through the entire apartment.

You pushed yourself away from your makeup table and grabbed your phone from the charger. Then you made your way towards the living room and saw your boyfriend standing there.

"My god, why do you always take so long?" He complained in a harsh tone. You just shrugged it off, it wasn't the first time he complained about you.

People would say your relationship is toxic. Because there just have to be fights every single day and if not then you didn't talk that day.

He somehow always found something to complain about and be mad at you about.

Most of those arguments were caused by Gavi, well not really Gavi himself. Paulo has always had a problem with him. it was either "Every girl has a crush on him, I know you do too." or it was "Go and cheat on me with Gavi".

He always had to give his opinion on what Gavi did and everything revolving around him.

You of course protected Gavi with your life, after all, he is your best friend, you had known him since you were born and you wouldn't step out of contact with him because of your boyfriend.

Like now, Paulo drove you to your parents' house to spend the weekend there. Just what he didn't know is that you wouldn't spend the weekend at your parents but at Gavi's place.

After he dropped you off in front of the door you waited 10 minutes before you called Gavi and told him to pick you up.

You couldn't help but smile as soon as you saw his car drive up to you.

"Hola preciosa, que tal?" Gavi smiled as soon as you sat into the passengers seat.

"Soy bien, y tu?" You asked, you two got into a conversation quickly about how annoying Paulo is and how you should drop him.

You then told Gavi that you did plan to drop him and he said that he'd support your decision no matter what.

You two then went to his house and then sat down on the couch. "Oh by the way, I have to show you my room, I got a new bed." gavi turned his head towards you.

You grinned a bit and then nodded your head. "Show me then." You both made your way up the stairs and while you walked uo front of Gavi, he couldn't help but look at your ass, he didn't know what he felt but it was a weirdly sexual attraction towards you.

He didn't know where it came from either, but he had to do something about or against it.

As soon as you stepped foot into his room you smiled and sat down on the bed. "It's fancy isn't it?" Gavi asked as he looked at the black bed with white sheets.

"It's cool yeah, I like it." You whispered and watched as he sat down next to you. You two sat in a few seconds of silence.

"It concerns you, doesn't it? The whole thing with Paulo." Gavi finally spoke up and you turned your head to look at him and push his hair out of his face.

"It does, I just wanna be with someone who loves me and can handle me the right way. I hate to admit it, but I miss having fun while having sex." You groaned and Gavi nodded his head as he looked onto the floor. Then Gavi looked up at you again, and for a second you felt like you felt the connection between the two of you.

In the next seconds, Gavis lips were on yours and his hands were all over your body. Your hands were running through his hair while he pushed you down on the bed.

He then started tugging at your shirt and you pulled it off almost immediately, revealing your black bra. He looked down at your tits sitting perfectly in the black bra. The thought of him about to sleep with the girl he has known his entire life turned him on and you felt as he got even harder in his pants.

"Take off your clothes," Gavi commanded and you did as he said, you took off your pants too while Gavi stood back and took off his shirt and pants too.

You were left in your panties and bra as you were sitting up on his new bed. Gavi had his hand on his dick that was visibly hard in his boxers.

"Come here" You invited him and opened up your legs for him. You pulled his face closer to yours and began making out with him again, he put his body down on yours and his hands moved to your hips.

"We shouldn't-" You said in a whimper as Gavi started planting sloppy kisses along your neck.

"Then stop it" Gavi mumbled as he kept sucking on the slightly red spot on your neck.

"I can't" You whispered and

Your hand traveled down to his boxer shorts and he pulled away. "You really wanna have sex?" Gavi looked at you with a concerned look.

"Yes, please, I just need to feel you inside of me." You mumbled and Gavi nodded as he pulled down his boxershorts and you quickly pulled down your panties. You couldn't keep your eyes off of his dick, you had known him for so long and you never would have thought that he would end up naked in front of you.

"Lie back amor," Gavi said and you lied back down. He crawled over you and held himself up with his hands.

You looked down at his dick as he aligned himself with you. "look at me." He whispered and you did as he asked.

As soon as you two held eye contact he pushed himself into you and you immediately whimpered.

He was way bigger than Paulo and you weren't used to him yet. "Fuck you're so tight" Gavi groaned and you relaxed a bit so you wouldn't clench around him anymore.

As soon as you got adjusted to his size he asked for a confirming look and you just gave him a nod.

He then started pushing himself in and out of you at a rapid speed while you arched up against him.

He groaned and hid his face in the crook of your neck while he kept moving his hips. He felt you so tightly wrapped around his cock that he could have come any second.

He decided against it and that it was his goal to make you cum first.

"Do you like that? Wrapped around my cock like it's your hobby?" Gavi then whispered into your ear. "I can feel your walls clenching around me so tight."

Gavi's dirty talk only made the heat in your lower stomach grow and he noticed when your moans became louder.

"Come all around my cock, you nasty bitch. Taking it all at once like the good slut you are." It only took a few thrusts from there on.

"Gavi-" You moaned out loudly and came. He trusted inside of you two more times before he came inside of you.

"Joder you're so hot, my cum dripping out of your pussy." Gavi looked down at your pussy immediately after he pulled out and saw his cum dripping from your hole.

He took his two fingers and pushed it inside again, just to tease you, he decided to curl up his fingers inside of you.

You who was obviously still sensible from coming and your legs were shaking, you yelled his name.

"That's what I like." Gavi then laid down next to you in bed and looked at you. He pushed a strand of hair out of your face as you were staring up at the ceiling, coming down from your high.

"Are you okay?" Gavi asked and you shook your head.

"That was the best sex I have ever had." You mumbled and Gavi couldn't help but smile. He then leaned down to your boobs and left a few hickeys on them.

"Do you regret it?" Gavi looked at you again while he was still sucking on your boobs. You put your hand into his hair and messed it up a bit.

"No, I don't." You said in all honesty and he went back up to your face.

"How would you tell them that when you were supposed to visit your parents, not even two hours later you were laid out naked on my bed with my cum dripping out of your pussy?" Gavi asked and your stomach cramped at what he said.

He was turning you on so much, you've never seen this side of him before and you were loving it.

"I'll break up with him" You decided and he nodded his head. Then he leaned closer to you again and you two began making out.

After you pulled away to breathe since you were so out of breath Gavi's hand slipped down to your clit.

He started rubbing it and slowly he slipped two fingers inside of you, then he leaned in for a slow make out session.

As he was pumping his fingers in and out of you, you moaned into his mouth. That made you feel his erection against your hip and you then pulled away.

"Can we do another round?" You asked him and he smiled as he pulled out his fingers and pumped his hand up and down his dick a few times.

"Are you ready?" He looked up at you as he leaned over you and pushed his tip in.

"Yeah," You nodded and he pushed himself inside of you again. You whined a bit at his size, this time you didn't need that long to adjust so Gavi started thrusting in and out of you faster than he did before. He then moved down his hand to your clit and started rubbing it at a rapid speed.

"Fuck, Gavi" You held onto his back and your nails ran along his back. Gavi felt that they were gonna leave marks but it turned him on so much.

So after both of you finished, he suggested a shower together. You of course agreed but the shower started with Gavi fucking you against the shower wall.

Sometime later

Just as Gavi walked inside the locker room to get changed for the practice session, Pedri smiled at him.

"Hola Hermano, que tal?" He asked and took off his shirt, Gavi also took his shirt off.

"What the fuck is that?" Pedri asked just as Gavi turned his back towards him.

"What?" Gavi asked confused and it took him a few seconds to realize that there were still your nail scratches on his back.

He cursed himself mentally and turned around. "I fell while working out." He said in all seriousness and Pedri nodded his head with a huge smile.

"Sure Gavi" Pedri said, before he could have continued Fermin walked into the dressing room too.

"Hola chicos qué tal?" Fermin put down his bag next to Pedris and as he walked past Gavi he saw the red marks on his back.

"Damn, what did you do hermano?" Fermin immediately asked and Pedri gave Gavi a look.

"Gavi had a chick over" Pedri pushed back Gavi's shoulder slightly to which he only responded with a small smile.

"Damn, who?" Fermin pulled out his shorts and his shirt and also his shoes. Gavi shook his head and covered his face with his hands.

"I can't tell you" He mumbled and took the shirt to pull it over. Since it was a sleeveless shirt there were still some slightly visible marks on his shoulders.

"Mira, Mira." Pedri stood in front of him and put both of his hands on his shoulders. "Hermano, you tell me and Fermin who it is, and we will cover your lie that you fell while working out."

Pedris smile spread across his lips as he heard Gavi scoff. Fermin was just sitting on the bench, listening carefully.

Gavi did have to admit that that was a good deal.

"Joder" Gavi muttered under his breath and pushed back his hair. Meanwhile, Pedri leaned back a bit and crossed his arms.

"Just say it, except she's my cousin." Pedri laughed and looked at Fermin who stood up and also walked up to his two friends.

"I can't, You're gonna kill me." Gavi mumbled but Pedri gave him an angry look, then he inhaled sharply and looked the canarian in the eyes.

"It's Y/n" He mumbled and Pedri's and Fermin's jaw dropped. Both of their eyes widened and Fermin laughed out while he sat down again.

"You slept with Y/n?!" Pedri asked and his wide open mouth curved up into a smile.

He truly couldn't believe it, he expected him to sleep with some random chick, a one-night stand kinda type.

"You mean the Y/n, the girl whose parents are best friends with your parents?" Gavi nodded. "The girl who is your childhood best friend?" Gavi nodded. "The girl who's best friend with Aurora, your sister?" Gavi nodded, once again. "The girl whose dad is best friends with our coach?" Gavi nodded.

"The girl who has a boyfriend?" Gavi nodded one final time and Pedri shook his head.

"You have lost your whole mind." Pedri said and Fermin burst out laughing.

"You're crazy hermano, loco" Fermin poked Gavis head with his own finger.

"Is she at least good in bed?" Fermin pushed back Gavi's shoulder slightly and Gavis eyes widened at the question.

"Dude, she's my best friend!" Gavi said and Pedri shook his head while he smiled.

"Yeah and you fucked her, so is she good or nah?" Pedri pressured Gavi into telling him. Gavi wouldn't even have to think twice to answer that question.

"Why do you even ask that?" Gavi laughed out awkwardly, he wasted time in the hope that someone forgot something and come in to get it.

"So Fermin can know if his fantasies are true or not, now tell us." Pedri started getting impatient and put both of his hands on Gavi's shoulders. Fermin laughed out as Gavi looked to his left.

"Yeah, she's good." Gavi muttered and Pedri's lips curled up into a smile.

"Was she on top?" Pedri asked but Gavi shook his head. Fermin was honestly just standing next to them and listening to their conversation.

"No, what the hell, no she wasn't. I'm done with talking about how I slept with Y/n, get ready." Gavi ended the conversation and Pedri gave him a wink while turning around and putting on his shoes.

Gavi knew this practice session would be horror.

While Gavi was at practice, you were at home, hanging out on the couch. So without really anything to do, you were scrolling on TikTok.

I mean you were until the doors opened. Inside came the only other person who had access to your apartment, Paolo.

"Hola Amor." He smiled at you while he walked over to the couch and sat down next to you.

"Hey" He grabbed your jaw and turned your head to look at him, he was still very gentle with you. Then he leaned forward to kiss your lips but you pulled away.

"What's wrong?" He asked but you fake coughed. You scratched your neck and then stood up to go to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

Just in that second, you received a text.

[GAVI:] Can you come over to my place tonight? Aurora will cover for you.

You smiled a little and texted back a simple okay.

"Ay Paolo" You walked back to the couch and then looked at him. "Me and Aurora want to have a sleepover, I'll stay at hers tonight. Just so you know, in case you planned to sleep here." You told him and almost walked away when he spoke up.

"Oh, that's okay, but you're staying at Aurora's house right?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Of course?!" You lied and smiled at him. Then you went to pack together the things you needed and then walked downstairs again.

"I'll see you, bye." You locked the door before he could have even responded and then basically sprinted to your car. You wanted to get some five guys before you went to Gavis.

Paolo usually didn't allow you to eat that kind of fast food since he said it's greasy, this was your chance.

After a successful stop at Five Guys you drove to Gavi's house. However, you decided to go to Aurora's house and leave the car there.

"Gavi?" you asked as he picked up the phone.

"Where are you dude, I'm bored." He groaned immediately and you jumped out of the car.

"Come and get me from Aurora's house, please. I left my car here for safety. " Gavi immediately stood up after he heard that and then you two hung up.

So you waited outside until you saw Gavi's car drive by. You sat inside and pulled him into a hug.

"Hey, how are you?" Gavi asked, admiring your eyes like always.

"Awesome, what about you? Did something interesting happen at practice?" You asked, genuinely interested in his answer. Gavi was afraid of that question, ever since he texted you, he was afraid that you'd ask.

"Pedri and Fermin know, they saw the marks on my back." He muttered while keeping his eyes straight on the road.

"Oh, okay." You answered in the most calmest tone ever, Gavi turned his head to look at you with a weird face.

"Okay? Aren't you scared that your boyfriend Paulo is gonna find out?" He raised his brows and then looked at you for a second after parting his eyes from the road.

"Well, I'll break up with him next week, since I'm gonna visit my grandparents in Seville on the weekend. He won't be there harass me there if he gets mad."

Gavi pulled into the driveway and you turned to look at him.

"Sounds good" He mumbled and you smiled. Then the two of you went inside and you decided to cook something.

"What do you wanna cook?" Gavi leaned onto the countertop, his biceps flexing as he held onto the edge of the counter.

"Let's make Paella or something" You suggested and he raised his brows.

"Paella? you wanna be here until tomorrow?"

"Please, your mom always made that amazing Paella. I miss it" You pleaded and eventually, he gave in.

"Fine, you're helping me clean up tho." His finger was pointed at you to which you just gave him a smile and a friendly nod.

After about 1 and a half hours you two were sitting at the dinner table, the two pans in front of you.

You were just finishing the rice and Gavi waited for you to finish. "You eat with so much appetite, it's amazing to watch." Gavi smiled and you couldn't help but smile too.

"What do you mean by that?" The question was asked by you shyly.

"The way you eat, I don't know how to explain it-" You scoffed at him and shook your head.

"Oh my god okay." A small snicker escaped your lips and you then finished your food.

"Okay, let's go clean up" Gavi jumped up and walked into the kitchen. It only took you two almost 3 hours to clean up.

Not only that but the most difficult thing was trying to clean while Gavi kept coming closer to you.

"You look so hot." He whispered against your neck as he leaned over you from behind.

You were just cleaning the countertop with a wet sponge and he was being horny, or rather weird.

"Gavi, later." You pushed him back with your shoulder and just smiled to yourself. Gavi walked around you and stopped right next to you.

"Later? You promise?" He lifted up his pinky finger.

"Promise" You interlocked it with his.

So that's how you ended up not even 20 minutes later on his bed, half-naked.

"Take off your thong, show me how wet you are." Gavi told you and your hands immediately traveled to your waist.

Your fingers hooked into the waistband and pulled it down. His face was right in front of your throbbing pussy.

"Gavi-" You moaned out after his lips attached to your core, sucking slightly on it. Then he stuck out his tongue. "Keep still for me Amor." He punned down your tighs onto the bed and then started to lick your whole core. Then he slowly moved his fingers to your pussy and without a warning, pushed them inside.

You arched your back up against his face as he was still buried inside your pussy.

"Yes Gavi, ah yes-" You moaned and he started pumping his fingers faster than before.

Your moans became louder and your breath quicker. "Yeah, right there." You moaned and just as he licked up at your juices you came. Not only did you come, but you also squirted all over his face and his back.

He was covered in your juices as your legs were still shaking like crazy.

"I need you inside of me, please." You whimpered as the cold air hit your pussy and Gavi just smiled slightly. Your juices were all over his face, chest, stomach, and arms. He looked so hot.

"You want me that bad?" He chuckled and you gave him a look. He just laughed a bit and then pulled down his boxershorts, his awfully hard dick hitting his abdomen as he did so.

He pumped his hand up and down his dick after he spit on it and then leaned closer to you. After he aligned himself with you, he made eye contact and then pushed himself inside.

In his opinion watching you throw your head back and close your eyes was the hottest thing ever.

"You're so big, fuck" you whispered almost as he pushed himself even further inside. His cock stretches you out completely.

He waited a few seconds and after your breath slowed down he pulled himself out so that only his tip was inside of you.

Then he slammed himself inside, hard, you moaned loudly as he immediately hit your G-spot. He definitely knew what he was doing.

"You're doing so good." The praising made you clench around him, he then pushed down onto your lower stomach and you whimpered.

Then he moved his hand down to your clit and started rubbing it while he thrusted in and out of you at an even faster pace.

The hot knot in your stomach began to build up and your legs were shaking already. However, he kept going, and as his thrusts began to fall out of rhythm you realized that he was close.

"You look so beautiful right now." Gavi managed to make eye contact with you, since you were always closing your eyes shut it was a bit difficult.

Then his thrusts became sloppy and you felt as if he slowed down. Seconds later he came inside of you, you felt his cum filling you up as you waited for him to regain his strength. His groans were turning you on so much that you clenched around him

"Wait, I'll finish you off in a second." Gavi muttered and you nodded your head.

After a few seconds, Gavi stood upright again and began thrusting into you at a very fast pace.

His balls were hitting you as he slammed in and out of your pussy. His thumb rubbed your clit as you felt your orgasm approach.

You arched your back up against him and it took one final thrust for you to finish. Your legs began shaking like crazy and you whimpered as he pulled out of you.

He then pushed his cum back inside of you and pumped his hand up and down his dick while he looked at your wet pussy.

"You want me to finish you?" You asked and Gavi nodded his head but kept pumping his hand up and down.

He then crawled over to you and you turned to the side. You at first put your head on his tip, spreading your juices over it as you then slid your hand down further and put the tip into your mouth.

Gavi looked down at you as he held the back of your head, he was holding back your hair in a makeshift ponytail as you began to swirl your tongue around his tip.

He immediately began to push you down a bit further on his cock.

As his tip hit the back of your throat you coughed and he immediately let go of you. You pulled away and looked up at him with tears in your eyes while your tongue swirled around his tip again while both of your hands were pumping his dick.

You then eventually felt his dick twitch and took as much as you could of him into your mouth. The warm liquid hitting the back of your throat as Gavi groaned while he looked down at you.

After you swallowed everything he leaned down and cleaned the edges of your lips. "Open up" He mumbled and you opened your mouth. He stuck his finger inside and you sucked off the remaining cum.

"Good job" He then leaned down and kissed you again. You pulled him into a much deeper kiss and eventually, you pulled away.

"Do you want to take a shower?" Gavi suggested and you nodded your head.

"Gladly" He winked at you after you said that and then he slid his arms under your body to carry you to the bathroom.

So after you two were done showering he gave you one of his boxer shorts and an oversized shirt too.

"Thank you" You mumbled and he nodded his head as he flashed a smile.

After that, you quickly fell asleep as you were cuddled up in his arms.

24 hours later

You were now lying on your bed, wearing some shorts and an oversized white shirt. You were waiting for Paulo, he got off of work about 20 minutes ago. So as you predicted he walked into the room a few minutes later.

"Hey" you smiled and he flashed you a smile as he immediately started to get changed.

"Hello Love, how was the sleepover with Aurora?" Paulo asked as he then took off all his clothes and got into bed.

"It was amazing, thank you for asking." You smiled and he turned off the lights as he got into bed.

"No worries, by the way, when are you leaving for Sevilla?" He turned to face you in the dark.

"Friday evening" You answered as shortly as possible. You planned on telling him on Friday that you wanted to break up, but not that you were hooking up with Gavi.

He didn't need to know that.

"Ah okay, good night." He snuggled closer to you and sooner than you knew, his arms were wrapped around your body.

You tried to maintain some space between the two of you, even as his hands slid below your shorts and gave your ass a light squeeze.

Just a few seconds later, he froze. Then as fast as possible he turned to his nightstand and turned on the flashlight. He showed it as he pulled down your shorts and as you lifted up the blanket you saw that you were still wearing Gavi's boxershorts.

"What the fuck" Paulo turned to face you and immediately you thought of the only really logical thing to say in this situation.

"They're yours, what do you mean?" You raised your head, knowing damn well that you were lying.

"I'm gonna beat up whoever those are. Don't fucking lie to me, who did you cheat with?" Paulo looked at you, he had an angry expression on his face. His brows furrowed and his eyes dark.

"What are you talking about?" You acted confused, you obviously didn't want him to find out that you cheated on him with Gavi.

"Where did you stay yesterday?" He asked again, you flinched a bit as he came closer to you.

"At Aurora's?" You mumbled and Paulos expression suddenly changed. It was like something inside of his head clicked.

"I'm gonna kill that motherfucker." He whispered under his breath and then stormed out of the room.

You sat up confused but then called Gavi immediately just to make sure. "Gavi" He picked up immediately.

"Yes Princesa, are you feeling lonely tonight?" The smile on Gavis face could be noticed by the way he was talking.

"No, no, Paulo is on his way to your house I think, he found out that I'm cheating." You said at the fastest pace ever. You haven't been anxious for a very long but this time you were genuinely scared for him.

"Are you okay and healthy tho?" You couldn't help but smile at how much he cared for you.

"Yeah yeah I'm fine. Just act like you aren't home. Turn off the lights, close all the windows, and don't make any noise, also hide from the windows." You explained carefully to him.

"Or I'll just beat him up-"

"Gavi." You said in a harsh tone.

"Okay, your plan sounds better." You couldn't help but feel anxious after you heard the car drive away.

"I'll pack my things and go back to my apartment. Just be careful, please. Don't make any trouble." Gavi smiled a little while he walked around the house to turn off all the lights.

"Yeah, but it's sweet that you care for me Princesa" You rolled your eyes and also stood up to get dressed.

"You just shut up and do your job." You then pulled the phone away from your ear and hung up the phone.

Gavi grinned while he slid his phone back into his pocket and turned off the final light in the living room, then he walked over to the door and locked it.

He has that bad habit of forgetting to lock his door, that's why he has an automatic lock. But it only locks the door 10 minutes after it got closed and he came back 7 minutes ago. Pedri and him were driving around with his car to just hang out a bit and talk.

You on the other hand were already leaving the house and walking towards your car.

Just as Gavi wanted to text you to drive save, he heard a car pull up to his driveway.

He quickly walked to the staircase and sat down on it, it was out of sight of the windows, that's why he chose them.

So just a couple of seconds later he heard someone banging on his front door. "Gavi man, I know what you did with my girlfriend." Paulo yelled. Gavi sighed and rolled his eyes.

No matter how many times you told him that you're in love with Paulo, he always got annoyed.

Because to Gavi, Paulo was an absolute joke. He didn't have any idea of what he was doing and most importantly, he probably didn't have a brain.

"Gavi, you mother fucker, get out here!" Paulo kept yelling. Gavi snickered.

"You calling your girlfriend mother now?" He whispered quietly to himself and covered his mouth with his hand.

After about 5 minutes of waiting Paulo drove away with his car again.

So as you made your way towards your apartment again, you had an incoming call.

"Y/n," Paulos voice drung through the speajers of your car as you just made the turn to your apartment complex.

"Hm?" You hummed and then parked the car.

"Where are you?" He had calmed down now, his voice didn't seem so aggressive as it was before.

"I'm at my apartment." You mumbled. The car engine turned off after you turned the keys and you leaned back in your seat, waiting for him to speak.

"Can I come over?"

"Look, its probably better if we dont see eachother for a while." You tried to make it sound as nice as possible. There was a few seconds of silence before Paulo spoke again.

"So we're breaking up?" His voice was shaking. Even tho you cheated on him, he wasn't mad at you, the only one he was mad at was Gavi. Because if Gavi wouldn't have come across your relationship, you two would've still been happy.

"Yep" You answered, Paulos expression dropped and it went from confused to sad.

This was the first time he was glad you couldn't see him.

"Okay" He answered and then hung uo the phone.

You on the other hand were still sat in your car, zoned out. You haven't felt save in that relationship since about 2 months, so you were happy that it was over. On the other hand you didn't know what to do now.

So you did the best possible thing that came to mind.

A few minutes of driving later, you were standing in front of Gavi's door. You rung the bell and heard him skipping down the stairs.

"Hey" His messy brown hair was hanging into his face as he opened the door. No matter how bad in a mood you were in earlier, you definitely felt better now.

"Hello" You smiled at him and walked closer. The door got closed shut by Gavi and seconds later you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I wanna be with you." As soon as you said that Gavi pulled away to look at you. "I wanna be together with you."

"Are you for real?" He asked to which you responded immediately with a nod.

"I didn't want anything more than to be with you." You repeated and he smiled.

"I want to be with you too." Gavi smiled and leaned closer to kiss you. But before he could put his lips on yours, you whispered something.

"I love you."

He crashed his lips into yours, he pulled your body closer to his and he gripped you even tighter.

A sudden stroke of adrenaline hit him and it felt like the only thing in this universe were you and him.

Then Gavi broke the kiss for a second as you two held eye contact. He pushed your hair behind your ear and cupped your face. "I love you too."

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magistralucis · 1 year ago

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Conflict in Literature + Necron Books

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Man vs. Nature - Devourer This is not the only necron vs. tyranid lit, but I thought the cover illustrated the conflict best. Out of all the horribad things in WH40K, the tyranids tend to be presented as the closest faction to a natural disaster; certainly in Devourer they do not logically justify their presence, nor can they be reasoned with, not by the Blood Angels or Anrakyr or the Tomb World he's trying to wake. Not mindless, but an amoral happenstance, like nature itself.

Man vs. Society - The Lords of Borsis Necron court intrigue played straight, with a sprinkle of delusion on the side. Since this story revolves entirely around the schemings and plottings of necron(tyr) society, with changes in dynastic hierarchy as the final objective, it fits best here.

Man vs. Technology - Indomitus This is an awkward placement, since Indomitus was not, well... a compelling story, with most of its tropes not being explored beyond their first introduction. But it is the most bare-bones way of describing this book's premise. Humans battling a robotic malignancy, albeit with a Bolivian Army Ending, which doesn't conclude the plot in either direction 😞

Man vs. Man - The Twice-Dead King: Ruin Ruin is an exceptionally deep novel, and fits every conflict listed here. It was the hardest one to place, because it's not so much choosing the one that goes best, rather crossing off every other conflict not central to the story. Both gods and the absence-of-gods are a problem in Ruin, as well as nature and technology, but they're not at the heart of Oltyx's problem. Society could be a big one, since Oltyx is an exile - but he’s not trying to antagonize his society throughout Ruin, he's trying to work with it, or at least save it from doom. Self and reality both count, but fit better with other stories in the Nate Crowley corpus. So man vs. man it is. His most important clashes are all with individuals ('man') - Djoseras, Unnas, Hemiun, arguably Yenekh in reserve - and by the end, his crownworld is overrun by the Imperium, who will become the antagonists for the second part of his tale. Man vs. 'Man', with a capital M.

Man vs. Self - The Twice-Dead King: Reign Again, this could have gone elsewhere. In man vs. reality, perhaps, or the god-related ones. But the self is where the conflict of Reign truly lies, since Oltyx's greatest obstacle is himself, and it is his inability to accept that which brings his dynasty close to destruction. Thank goodness he got over that one.

Man vs. Reality - Severed The emotional and philosophical core of this novella relies on it. Zahndrekh's inability to see the world as it is brings about the whole plot, and is at the centre of all of Obyron's musings. Interestingly, reality does not win at the end, at least not what necrons envision reality to be: a place of cold hard facts, with no room for emotion. Zahndrekh would rather dream the impossible dream, which might be the healthier way to deal with their situation.

Man vs. God - The Infinite and the Divine 🚨 𝔻𝕆 ℕ𝕆𝕋 𝔹𝔼 𝔻𝔼ℂ𝔼𝕀𝕍𝔼𝔻 🚨

Man vs. No God - Crusade: Pariah Nexus Not a novel, not 100% about necrons, not even out yet as of now (Dec 2023). This is an inherently problematic conflict for WH40K, because gods are very real and very present in that universe... here I'm only thinking about the necron perspective, and the civil war unfolding in their lore. They banded together in a shared purpose eons ago, destroying the Old Ones who oppressed them, and sundering the star gods who subjected them to biotransference. Now they are as antigod as they could be, and they did not retain their bonds, they have once again turned on each other. So it goes.

Man vs. Author - Codex: Necrons (10th Ed.) (Collector's Ed.) James Workshop knows what they did. 😑

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urfavmafioso · 6 months ago

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1 year of being in the mafia fandom. here’s a video and a thoughtful slab of text of how i got into mafia and the good memories of it :)

how it all happened:

so it all started on may 31st when @whizzwhizz (big_barbaro on instagram) told me to search up vito. after that, my life literally revolved to be ALL VITO. i ended up getting the whole vito outfit, getting custom vito merch, and much more vito shenanigans 😂 whizz/barbaro is probably afraid of what he’s done to me now HAHA. my whole family sees me as “the vito kid” LOL

i have so much nostalgia for may 31st and the month of june in 2023… i miss walking my dog on cloudy autumn days while listening to songs like ‘that’s amore’ and ‘soul man’ while being excited to learn more about mafia since i became involved and obsessed since day 1 😢 i remember coming home and straight away going on tumblr to look at cool photo edits of mafia. whizz/barbaro was also teaching me about mafia definitive edition on june 2nd and i remember thinking paulie was cool and silly! but this post is specifically mafia 2 since it was my first mafia experience 🥰

times feel so different now, sometimes i get truly upset about how much things have changed. the community for me didn’t end that well in 2024 as there has been some dramas that caused me many stressful days but i am always EXTREMELY grateful for the friends i made who helped create great memories and happiness. here’s a shoutout to some of the accounts i have had great interactions with!

my group chat 🥰🤎

@bearyyayay @otterscaletta @kitsune-azuyara @mafiamemesandedits @gamingcentral-mafia

other nice great people!

@honeymoon2011 @m3lani3s-dr3am @dagonich @viscalett @antioxron @svnsetblvd @cl0v3r-b1tch @emmanuelle-la-rosa @los-sanchos

i apologise if you weren’t listed, this is all i can think of from the top of my head right now. anyway, THANK YOU SO MUCH 🥹🤎 (edit: added more!)

#mafia game #mafia 2 #mafia ii #mafia trilogy #the mafia trilogy #vito scaletta #joe barbaro #henry tomasino

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directdogman · 1 year ago

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Hey dogman, idk if you answered this

Who, out of both DSAF and Dialtown, was your favourite to write and/or create?

It's very hard for me to pick favourites with my characters because I don't tend to give characters a lot of screen-time unless I find a character interesting or fun to write. You've caught me in a talkative mood, so warning, there's an onslaught of text coming!

DSaF: Dave was the most fun to write for, as I remember it. I mean, the guy is the walking personification of chaos and even when he's being constructive (eg, rigging robots to do insane stuff), it's usually in a destructive capacity. Dave will do LITERALLY ANYTHING but contribute to society in meaningful/valuable ways.

In terms of what character-writing I was most 'proud' of, I was also pretty happy with Dr Henry Miller, as a villain. Namely the research he embarked on, described in his logs in DSaF 3 (which the fandom evidently agreed with, as I got really strong feedback on those logs.)

One issue a lot of people (including myself) have with canon William Afton is that he's this kind of mad scientist character but his research doesn't really seem to be... idk, going anywhere? Other than using remnant (soul nectar?) to make kids possess robots, it's kind of a mystery how he got to this point he did from running a bad fast food restaurant. William gets fleshed out motivations in TSE and even then, it mainly revolves around his relationship with Henry Emily, iirc. It's actually pretty accurate to how real serial killers think, imo, but there's a pretty wide berth between this kind of serial killer and becoming a sci-fi fast-food mad scientist... So, I decided to try to bridge that gap.

DSaF Henry's logs actually mention where the idea for his research came from, namely the fact that he existed in a world with normal scientific rules just like ours and seemingly discovered something supernatural, and he approaches it like an amoral scientist would - trying to figure out how to figure out more about the fabric of reality using the newly discovered phenomenon of possession. The 'joy of creation' phrase people pulled from Golden Freddy's phone call in FNaF 1 is given context - Henry is trying to find out what's on the other side (and eventually, how existence itself formed.)

There's other aspects to his character that make him more interesting too, like the implication that his research is partially an excuse for him to act on an underlying sadism (with scenes implying that he inflicts damage on others than can't be justified as assisting with his research.) His background as a dissident/quack laughing-stock scientist (thanks to pushing his soul theory in a best-selling book, which is considered pseudoscience) BEFORE he embarked on his journey to become a fast food tycoon also makes it less farfetch'd that he'd be capable of y'know, harvesting human souls intentionally to continue his research?

I had more for the character on paper that people haven't seen but some of it wasn't revealed due to it feeling a bit too disturbing to publish. None of the contents would've been all that controversial, more just too tonally disturbing when written about in detail (like a omitted part from his backstory/lore post where he managed to pick up a hazy audio of his wife + son's crying from the radio of the car his wife/son drowned in and reacted with genuine elation upon realizing he'd discovered a new scientific phenomenon (as this was the first time Henry witnessed soul-possession.)) Yeah.

I don't feel much of a need to revisit Henry as a character because as a series villain, he was pretty thoroughly-written and he did his job effectively... And his fate was well earned! (He even got an epilogue short-story a few years back, further cementing his fate!)

Dialtown: From the characters/writing that the fandom has seen? Tough to say. I genuinely really like every DT character. Gingi and Mayor Mingus are two of my favourite characters to write for because they're both really insistent and react to adversity in a really comically indignant way. Mingus is more like Gingi than she cares to admit in very specific ways, which is the core hypocrisy of her character - she's one of the most abnormal things IN Dialtown, and spends the game on a quest opposing abnormality that she, herself, can't stand.

Many absolute rulers have debilitating physical and/or mental cruxes and despite that, usually have the final say on what is/isn't okay, often guided by arbitrary preferences. It's funny to remember all of the ancient kings and emperors who dictated how others should act, talk and even think, when very many of them themselves were anything except a good reflection of their own subjects! It's an irony I quite enjoy and leads to a fun character to write for!

My favourite DT writing is probably some of my Callum Crown speech drafts. I have a definite bias here since Crown's character is based on many figures I've encountered in my own reading (and his story relates to topics I enjoy reading about.) A lot of that is real nerd shit that wouldn't be interesting to 99.9% of DT fans (like a long conversation where Crown + Milt discuss a campaign speech Milt wrote for Crown and they bicker about if the wording/arguments used are truly honest.) Again, not super relevant to Dialtown-proper, but it explains a lot about why the world of DT ended up the way it did.

Realistically, the story of Dialtown itself is basically a weird little epilogue to a story that ended decades upon decades ago, centered around a bunch of small-town nobodies circling around the carcass of the last surviving main character of the old story.

I'm also very happy with Gingi's character partially because I know more about Gingi's past/future than you guys do. Gingi has such rotten memory that Gingi's backstory before DT's story begins is basically a complete mystery. Thanks to Gingi never getting close enough to any humans before laying its eggs, there's nobody in Gingi's life that can fill in the gaps. Companionship means so much to Gingi because prior to meeting The Gang, Gingi is aware of a massive and unknown block of time that's a complete mystery precisely because Gingi had nobody in its life. To Gingi, this time was basically akin to being non-sentient or dead, and Gingi would never go back.

While I was making DSaF, I drafted a ton of other stories on paper. I considered making most of them, but decided not to for various reasons, despite getting some solid feedback from collaborators. Bits of almost all of those project ideas made it into DT, with Gingi having traits from several other main characters I prototyped years and years ago. This includes where Gingi came from and what exactly Gingi is. I don't want to mislead people into thinking Gingi is more important than it is, like Gingi is the key to unlocking DT lore (I promise there's a LOT of aimless scuttling/devouring in Gingi's past and relatively little else!) BUT: Of everything from those old scrapped projects, Gingi is what I decided deserved to survive the most. And that has to count for something.

One day I'd love to make sequels to DT and perhaps explore some of the stuff I've described above, like why the hell the world of DT is the way it is or maybe where the hell Gingi spawned from. Thanks

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Just wanted to start off by saying how much I love your writing! It made waiting for season 2 a lot more bearable 🥰

I imagine before a relationship with the reader the batchers would fantasize a bit. What would there go to fantasy be?

If you do this one thanks! If not no problem I imagine you've got a lot on your plate 😊

Aloha!

Thank you! Always happy to read that 🤗 Oh indeed, I think that's one of the most intriguing things before a relationship, the fantasies!

You didn't say if you wanted the romancy, fluffy fantasies or the spicy ones, so I thought I'd do both, hope that's okay 😁

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - More Than A Fantasy

Warnings: Sexual Content/Suggestive/18+/Fluff

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Hunter

Fluff

He likes to be your hero. In his imagination he is your protector, your savior whom you adore with a love-struck gaze.

Hunter imagines him rescuing you from all sorts of situations, and you dreamily snuggle up to him, grateful and smitten. He is the rock in the storm, always there when you need him.

One of his most elaborate fantasies is that he lands with you on a wild planet, where he protects you and impresses you with his survival skills. In this fantasy you are quite dependent on him to survive, he is your hero, and he loves this fantasy that he frequently visits in his daydreams.

Spice

His imagination is quite wild, he is in control, his hand in your hair, his lips demanding on yours. His body pressed against yours, naked skin on naked skin.

Hunter likes to indulge in fantasies where he is dominant, and you are submissive in moments of self-care. Not because he necessarily really wants to dominate you (although if you like that he'll be glad to tend to this need of yours with pleasure), he respects you no matter what fantasies he has. He would never impose himself on you, before that he would chop off his hands.

Prone bone, with you lying on your stomach, on your knees, or you wedged between his body and the wall, these are his favorite fantasies that heat him up incredibly.

Echo

Fluff

He dreams of cooking for you, pampering you and impressing you with his cooking skills as well as with his empathetic, caring nature. Echo is a born provider, or he would like to be, so this is what he imagines.

His favorite fantasy is feeling your unconditional trust, smiling lovingly at him when he brings you flowers and cooking and fooling around in the kitchen together with him.

Romantic picnics, cuddly movie nights in which you snuggle up to him in love and feeling safe are his comfort, amorous dreams he indulges in. He would like nothing better than to be the man with whom you feel absolutely safe and loved, without whom you no longer want to be.

Spice

As tame and shy as Echo may seem in love matters at first, he has quite a vivid and daring imagination.

When he masturbates, he likes to imagine himself sitting on the edge of a bed, and you're kneeling between his thighs. You look up at him adoringly as you work him with your hand and mouth, closing your lips around his hard length, letting your tongue dance over his tip to tease him.

He caresses your face and praises you, spurs you on. The icing on the cake of his fantasy: you make him come on your face while you look up at him in admiration, tongue outstretched, as if you can't get enough of him.

Wrecker

Fluff

It's all about fun! Wrecker wants to make you laugh, impress you, be the guy you can have fun with anytime. In his imaginations, he takes you to amusement parks, and fairs. He protects you on the scary attractions, where you cling to his strong arm for shelter. He holds you tenderly in his arms on the romantic rides and impresses you at the shooting range and of course the hammer, no one is stronger than Wrecker.

His fluffy imaginations always revolve around having fun with you, seeing you laugh and smile, and earning your admiration. Wrecker can hardly imagine anything better than being responsible for your happiness and well-being.

In his imagination, he turns your saddest and most devastating moments into your most beautiful ones.

Spice

The honey pot you're hiding in your panties has an uncanny appeal to Wrecker. One of his favorite performances is to taste it and put you in absolute ecstasy. In his imagination, he buries his face between your thighs and tastes said honey pot.

In Wrecker's imagination you are loud, moaning, whimpering, sighing, in absolute arousal. He elicits sounds from you that you don't even know are inside you. He imagines your thighs quivering around his head, your fingers clawing into the sheet, and you're writhing with pleasure and ecstasy.

Just the thought of ever being able to get close to such a situation makes him hard.

Tech

Fluff

He is your problem solver. Tech likes to imagine that he can answer all your questions and how you listen to him attentively. In his imagination he explains the universe to you, and you hang enthusiastically on his lips.

He fixes things for you, solves your problems, answers your questions and is your very own hero of life. He imagines that you fully rely on him and admire him for all the things he knows and can do. You are always an enthusiastic listener.

All the things that make him special, that he knows and can do, are for your benefit, and you adore him for it. You learn from him, and he enthusiastically follows your successes brought about by him.

Spice

He may appear shy and reserved, but his imagination is very vivid and creative. In the moments when he gives free rein to his imagination, he is very experimental.

Toys play a big role, some of them self-invented. The exploration of your body is an adventure that he always wants to experience anew in his imagination.

Tech imagines to bring you to dizzy heights of arousal, with his toys and his body. Not infrequently, his imagination deals with your behind. Especially on days when you wear tight clothes, he imagines the wildest things in the evening. He wants to caress you, penetrate you and bring you to absolute ecstasy.

One of his favorite go to fantasies is to insert a plug into your backdoor, rub your clit and penetrate your pussy with his hard length. However, it takes quite a long time for him to reveal this fantasy to you at some point when you become a couple.

Crosshair

Fluff

His main fantasy deals with the perfect appearance. The perfect entrance. Crosshair walks into a room, loose, casual, a toothpick between his lips while your eyes are fixed on him in admiration.

Another fantasy is about you admiring him on the shooting range. In absolute amazement and admiration, you see him hitting every target, every trick shot. He gives you a little smirk that makes you putty in his hands.

This look, this admiration, this is what he wants from you. Crosshair wants to be your hero, the person you trust absolutely, the person you adore. In his mind, you do just that.

Spice

He has a weakness for clothing on you that exposes a lot, but not everything. He loves the charm of suggestion without revealing everything.

His fingers slip under the fabric and elicit sighs and moans from you. You loll under his touch, you obey him. You are submissive, but also naughty and demanding. He shows you the highest heights of intimacy, and you give yourself to him enthusiastically.

Whether he pushes you into the pillows, the sheets or against a wall, you stretch towards him willingly and greedily take him up inside you. Drooling and moaning, you let him take you, moaning his name in dizzy arousal.

For Crosshair, there is no hotter imagination than your aroused surrender when he is allowed to dominate you.

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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