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xndrexcruz · 9 months ago

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When You Get Shipped With Another Player | FC BARCELONA

✮- summary: how they react to fans shipping you with another barca player

✮- warnings: none i don’t think

Requests are open

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João Félix

“How come fans think you’re a better match with Marc Guiu than with me?” João grumbled, throwing his bag down by the door.

You glanced up at him from your book, raising an eyebrow. “Fans are just being fans, João. They see what they want to see, you know how it is.”

He walked over to you and plopped down besides you, a pout forming on his puffy lips. “Mas não é justo. Somos perfeitos juntos.” (“It’s not fair though. We’re perfect together.”)

You slightly chuckled, putting your book aside and leaning closer to your boyfriend. “We know that, but they don’t. They just enjoy making up different scenarios, nothing serious.”

“Yeah, but why Marc? I mean he’s a pretty good guy and all, but he’s obviously not me,” João insisted, wrapping his arms around you possessively.

You pressed a kiss to his lips and then trailed a line of kisses along his jaw. “Maybe just maybe, they can’t handle how perfect we are together.” You whispered in between kisses, “They need some drama to entertain themselves.”

João signed, his body relaxing under your soft touch. “I just really hate seeing those comments. It makes me want to scream to the world that you’re mine and I’m yours.”

“One day, I promise. For now, let’s just enjoy what we have now,” you whispered, kissing him deeply.

“Yeah, you’re right, João murmured against your lips, his jealousy melting away. “As long as we know the truth right, that’s all that matters.”

Pablo Gavi

“I swear, if I see one more post shipping you with Héctor, i’m actually going to lose it,” Gavi fumed, pacing around the room.

You signed, shutting your laptop closed. “Pablo, it’s just fans having fun. They don’t mean any harm.”

He stopped pacing and looked at you, frustration evident when you looked at him in the eyes. “But it bothers me. They think you two would be a quote on quote amazing couple.”

You stood up and walked over to him, placing your hands on his chest. “Do you really I care about what they think? I’m with you because I’m head over heels for you.”

Gavin’s expression softened at your words, but he still seemed restless. "Es difícil ignorarlo, ¿sabes? Quiero que todos sepan que eres mi novia". (“It’s just hard to ignore, you know? I want everyone to know you’re my girlfriend.”)

You kissed his lips and then both his cheeks, feeling him shiver at the contact. “I know, trust me I know, but we had both agreed to keep things private in the meantime. We just have to trust that our love for one another is strong enough.”

He signed at your words, wrapping his arms around you and putting his head in the crook of your neck. “It is. I’m sorry for getting frustrated. It’s not on purpose.”

You smiled, leaning your head to kiss him. “It’s okay. I just want you to remember that you’re the one I choose every single day, just you.”

Pedri González

“I don’t understand why people think you and João would make such a power couple,” Pedri muttered, scrolling through his phone.

You rolled your eyes, setting you coffee mug down on the coffee table. “Because they don’t about the two of us, Pedri. They’re only speculating.”

He looked up at you, concern written across his face. “But it still bothers me. I want them to see how perfect I am for you.”

You walked over and sat next to him, taking his hands into yours. “I know it must be hard, but it’s just make believe, I’m with you not João. We know what’s actually real.”

Pedri only let out a huff, squeezing your hands. “Sinceramente, odio la idea de que alguien más que no sea yo pueda estar contigo”. (“I just honestly hate the thought of anyone else being with you who isn't me.”)

You leaned in, kissing him lovingly before moving to his neck. “You have absolutely nothing to worry about. I’m all yours Pedri.”

A smile started forming on his lips. “You’re right, of course you are. It only matters that you and I know the truth no one else matters.”

“Exactly,” you murmured, kissing his lips again.

Fermín López

“We could always let our relationship go public to stop the rumors about you and Lamine,” Fermín suggested, frustration evident in his voice.

You looked at him in surprise. “You do remember you were the one who wanted to keep our relationship hidden from the public to protect us, right?”

He let out a breath, running a hand through his combed hair. “Lo sé, pero es duro ver a los fans pensar que tú y él son más adecuados el uno para el otro”. (“I know, but it’s hard seeing fans think you and him are better suited for each other.”)

You laid your head on his chest before speaking. “It’s just rumors. They don’t mean anything.”

Fermín pulled you closer into him, kissing the top of your head. “It’s just annoying. I always see those type of comments.”

You tilted your head up to see him, kissing his adam’s apple. “It doesn’t matter what the fans think. We’re the ones together.”

He nodded his head, sighing as he relaxed his head on top of yours. “You’re right Y/n. I’m sorry for getting so worked up over that.”

You gave him a small smile. “It’s okay. As long as I’m with you.”

Héctor Fort

“Why do fans seem to think you’d be better with Pedri than you would be with me?” Héctor annoyingly grumbled, tossing his phone aside.

You looked up from the movie you had been watching. “Héctor they don’t know any better. The fans are just imagining things, they would think differently if they knew we were dating.”

He walked over and sat next to you, while wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I just want every person to know that you’re mine, not anybody else’s.”

You leaned against his shoulder, leaving a kiss on his cheek. “One day they all will. But for now, let’s enjoy our relationship as it is, okay?”

Héctor nodded, resting his head over yours to find comfort in your touch. "Bé. Em molesta tant veure comentaris com que m'irrita molt.” (“Okay. It just bothers me so much seeing comments like that it really irritates me.””

You moved off his shoulder, placing you hand on his defined jawline. “Just don’t let it get to you. Because nothing will change the fact that I’m your girlfriend Héctor.”

He smiled, leaning down to kiss you softly. “I won’t, not anymore.”

Lamine Yamal

"Of all the players, they think you'd go out with Fermín," Lamine muttered, scrolling through his phone.

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Fans will ship anyone with anyone. It doesn't mean anything, you should know that."

He looked at you, concern clear in his eyes. "Doesn’t change the fact that it’s annoying. They should know I’m your boyfriend."

You walked over and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Maybe but at least we know that you are my incredible and loving boyfriend."

Lamine cracked a small smile, pulling you closer. "No puedo esperar hasta el día en que el mundo sepa que estamos juntos. Entonces, esto hará que dejemos de emparejarte con otras personas que no son tus novios.” (“I can’t wait till the day the world knows that we’re together. Then this will stop all the shipping you with other people who aren’t your boyfriend.")

You kissed his neck, feeling him relax. "Don’t let it get to you. Soon enough everyone will know, I promise Lamine."

He smiled, kissing you softly. "You better keep your promise"

Marc Guiu

"How am I supposed to ignore the fans shipping you with Gavi?" Marc exclaimed, frustration clear in his voice as he spoke.

You sighed, looking up from your phone. "It’s just rumors. They don’t know what they’re talking about half the time."

He looked at you, concern etched on his face. "Però em molesta molt. Sé que tu i en Gavi no esteu passant res, però només pensar-hi em molesta molt". ("But it really bothers me. I know that you and Gavi don’t have anything going on but just thinking about it annoys me so much.")

You walked over and wrapped your arms around his waist. "Exactly. So don’t worry about something that silly."

Marc sighed, pulling you closer. "I just hate seeing people think Gavi could do a better job at being your boyfriend than I can."

You kissed his neck, feeling his body starting to relax. "Don’t let it get to you. We know that you are the only boy for me."

"That you’re right about." He smirked, as he kissed your lips.

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danikamariewrites · 1 year ago

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She Belongs To Me

Mob!Azriel x reader AU

A/n: sorry it’s been forever since I added to this little series. I think this is my favorite story I’ve written for mob!Az so far and I’m really proud of how it turned out!

Warnings: possessive Az, uncomfortable interactions with a man

Twirling once more in front of the floor length mirror you smile, your signature mini black dress hugging every curve perfectly. You pull your lipstick from your mini purse to touch up the darker shade that paints your lips. You decided to go with a clean simple look for the night. You were probably going to sweat it all off later anyway, but you still wanted to look cute for Az.

You were finally going to the club in Velaris Azriel just bought ownership in with Eris Vanserra. A new business deal between the two families. If you had tried to go to this place with Feyre and Mor before you started dating Az you would’ve been turned away at the door, but tonight you’re V.I.P’s. Not that you three ever cared about that stuff before. Just one of the few perks you get.

Azriel exited the lengthy walk-in closet you now share, sliding his usual black suit jacket on. The top buttons of his crisp white shirt undone, showing off his swirling tattoos. Popping your lips and capping the lipstick you turn to face Az, giving him a small smile. He returned your look with a smirk that conveyed his admiration and want for you.

Striding over to you Azriel holds your chin between his beautifully scarred fingers. His eyes dart over your face as they always do. Like he’s committing every part of you to his memory. “Breathtaking. You look breathtakingly beautiful as always, my love.” Azriel says softly. You smile brightly at him. Taking his other hand in yours you give it a loving squeeze. Running your thumb over the ridges of his scars.

“You look breathtakingly handsome as well, baby.” Azriel smiled bashfully, dipping his head to prevent you from seeing his obvious blush. Resting a hand against his strong chest, pushing up on your tiptoes you press a kiss to his freshly shaven jaw. You hold your lips against his skin longer than you normally would, taking in his scent and the feel of his soft skin.

Pulling away you make sure to check that you left behind a lipstick stain. Marking him as yours as he’s done for you on a o many nights. Azriel’s smile hasn’t left his lips, the want gone from his eyes and replaced with pure, unfiltered love. Without hesitating he grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers. “Let’s go,” his voice airy as he pulls you out of the bedroom.

Entering the club you couldn’t help but be in awe of it. The place was nothing like the shitty college bars the three of you went to. The music was appropriately loud, a V.I.P section, a bar stocked with expensive liquor bottles with names you’ve never even heard of before. The lighting perfectly dim, bright enough to navigate your way through the crowd.

Azriel pulls you towards the V.I.P section. Climbing the platform you spot Mor and Feyre with Rhys already enjoying bottle service and a comically large plate of nachos. You notice Rhys giving Azriel a tight lipped look, like he’s not happy to give Azriel the news he’s about to deliver. Azriel slips his hand from yours, kissing your temple. “Go sit love, I’ll be right there.” He whispers.

Without another thought you throw yourself onto the booth between your friends. You start a mindless conversation, Feyre bitching and making fun of how Gavin has been acting since you left. Cassian joins you, coming in from parking the car. Feyre eyes his muscular figure. You know she’s been taken with Cass since the day he picked you up for your first date with Az. And you’ve been trying to push them together for months now, tired of the obvious flirting.

“Hello ladies,” he says seductively, “where are my brothers?” He asks, taking Feyre’s glass from her to take a swig of her drink. She lets out a dramatic gasp, reaching for her drink back. “Over there,” she giggles as Cass pokes at her.

The four of you look over to find the two having an animated conversation. You could tell Azriel was tense from the way he kept rolling his neck. Az made his way over to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek, whispering, “I need to take care of some business with Eris. I’ll be back before you know it.” When he pulls back you give him a small smile and nod. He turns and Rhys follows. Cassian gives him a nod, knowing what his duties are while Azriel is away.

Cassian stood, hands clasped in front of him with that stoic ‘don’t you dare fuck with me look’. The fun, carefree boy gone. You loved pushing Cass and Rhys’s buttons when they’re acting as your bodyguards. Hiding from them in department stores, pretending to run from them. Tonight, however, was not the night for your shenanigans. Cass would never risk the girls and neither would you.

For a little over half an hour you, Mor, and Feyre enjoyed drinks and endless nachos and chicken fingers. Cassian, with his hawk like gaze, notices you looking for your waitress. “What do you want?” He asks, holding his hand out to keep you seated. You smile at his overprotective nature. “Just another drink,” you shake your empty glass at him, clinking the ice.

”I’ll get it for you.” Cassian says, desperate for you to stay put. You give him an exasperated look, “I’m a big girl, Cass. I can get it.” Before he can protest you head over to the bar for the V.I.P section.

Ordering your drink you check the time on your phone. It’s been almost an hour. Eris has never dragged a meeting on this long, even if it was urgent. Letting out a sigh you lean on the bar, tapping your manicured nails on beat with the music pulsing through the club.

A throat clearing sounds next to you, making your shoulders tense like Azriel’s when he receives unpleasant news. With lowered brows you turn to face the source of the grating noise. A man, of course, in a wrinkled button up shirt and dress pants that clearly aren’t tailored. His proximity and scent of his cologne making your nose wrinkle.

“Can I help you?” Your voice flat and uninterested. The man smirked as he leaned on the bar next to you. “Just thought I’d come say hi. I saw you with your pretty friends over there, maybe you’d like to join us.” He gestures to a booth behind yours. No drinks, so they must’ve just arrived. Being with Azriel has taught you be very perceptive of people and your surroundings. Not that your boyfriend was paranoid, he just wanted you to be able to spot danger.

You roll your eyes you look back at the man in front of you. “No thanks.” You say curtly, no longer interested in entertaining this man's delusions.

His eyes roam over your body, one of his brows rising as he smirks. The look made you want to vomit on his cheap shoes. “Come on now sweetheart,” he brushes a finger down your cheek and you quickly take two steps back, his touch slimy and foreign. His demeanor changes quickly, anger flashing across his face as he steps toward you. No must be a word he never hears, whether that be his selective hearing or not.

Out of the corner of your eye a dark mass moves with lightning speed. Gripping the man's arm Azriel twists and pins him to the sleek wooden bar. The man lets out a whimper of pain. Pathetic.

“Do you know who I am?” He growled. “Answer me,” Azriel said with more aggression, shoving the man further into the bar. “Yes,” his voice barely above a whisper thanks to how squished his face is.

“Then you know I protect what’s mine. If I ever see you in my club again you will regret it. Get out.” Azriel let go and Rhys swooped in, guiding the man and his friends to the exit before a fight could break out.

You fling yourself into Azriel’s arms, shaken by what just happened and the what ifs had Azriel not shown up. He ran a gentle hand up and down your spine, holding you tightly to his body. “It’s alright, my love. I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” He coos. Taking a deep inhale of his comforting, warm scent you look up at him.

“Are you alright?” He asks, worry clouding his warm hazel eyes as he takes you in. Searching his memory of you from earlier that night to make sure nothing was out of place. “I’m ok. My dark knight came to the rescue.” A genuine smile pulling at your lips as your fear melts away. The comfort of Azriel’s familiar touch washing away the memory of the unnamed man.

“Do you want to go home? I can have Cass bring the car-’’ You press your finger to his lips to stop him. “Absolutely not. I haven’t danced with you yet and we’re having fun. I’m not going to let some asshole ruin what’s supposed to be a celebration tonight.” The guilt for not being glued to your side hasn’t left Azriel’s face yet. “I promise my dear, I am fine.”

Azriel finally relaxed, pressing his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry Eris kept me for so long. I’m yours for the rest of the night, I swear it, my love.” Azriel slowly kisses you. Wrapping his arm around you Az leads you back to the booth.

Sitting, he pulls you on to his lap, trapping you with his arms as he kisses and bites at your jawline. Making sure he’s marked you appropriately, the twin to your still vibrant lipstick stain decorating his tan skin.

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar reader fic #acotar reader imagine #acotar imagine #azriel x reader #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x you #azriel fic #azriel imagine #azriel au #azriel fanfic #acotar azriel #azriel #mob!azriel #mob!azriel au

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jinxedshapeshifter · 5 months ago

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I think the vibes between prosecutors vs defense attorneys in Ace Attorney is incredibly funny. Most defense attorneys are pretty normal but then you get to the prosecutors:

Edgeworth is obsessed with the Steel Samurai, looks like a fucking zombie if you kill one of his arguments, left a note saying "Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth chooses death" not expecting people to take it as a suicide note then finding it weird when people get mad it him for leaving what FEELS like a suicide note when he goes to Europe, has staring contests WITH HIMSELF in reflective surfaces, and has a chess table set up to where it's just a bunch of Edgeworths surrounding a Phoenix, among other things.

MVK killed a man over a win record, reveals his ATM PIN in court, and suggests cross-examining a parrot and doesn't expect the defense to actually do it (despite having known Phoenix for more than a day AND PREPARING FOR IT). There might be more in Turnabout Goodbyes that I'm not remembering or more in Investigations that I don't know about because I haven't played Investigations.

Franziska became a prosecutor at the age of 13, has a perfect win record which means she won against ADULT DEFENSE ATTORNEYS in Germany for 5 years, carries a whip with her everywhere she goes, and gets upset when a 9 year old gets mad at her for prosecuting her cousin.

Godot allows himself SEVENTEEN CUPS OF COFFEE A TRIAL (how is he still alive, how has he not died from a caffeine overdose), was woken from a coma by the scent of coffee, usually reserves the pet name "kitten" for pretty women but calls a male defendant kitten multiple times, FLIRTS with the aforementioned defendant, assaults Phoenix with coffee multiple times, speaks in cryptic coffee metaphors all the time, and has such bad trust issues that he didn't tell Phoenix about a plan he made with Misty and Iris (and telling Phoenix about this plan could've cut down on the amount of bullshit that happened in Bridge to the Turnabout).

Klavier is a rockstar who acts like he's more focused on his music than being a prosecutor but actually isn't, is a perfectionist to the level that he got pissed about Daryan missing a cue and is so gay for Apollo that Apollo shows up and he lights up IMMEDIATELY, assumed Apollo set his guitar on fire, uses two massive speakers as desks in his office, has a floor to ceiling filing cabinet for some reason, and is somehow the more normal of the Gavin bros.

Barok is all but stated to be a vampire, HE HAS BATS IN HIS OFFICE, he's so particular about how his office is organized that he won't let anyone touch his chalices, wine bottles, or wine casks, he throws wine bottles into the gallery behind him, slams the prosecutor’s bench WITH HIS LEG if you upset him enough, accuses Ryunosuke of being the reason he smashes his crystal chalices, and does not seem to care about Ryunosuke taking a 10 year old to investigate a murder with him, among other things.

The Paynes (including Taketsuchi Auchi). Just everything about them all but especially the fact that they have some variant of "this man is the most incompetent prosecutor I've ever fucking met" in their court record profiles

I haven't met Blackquill or Nahyuta yet but based purely on vibes and what I DO know about them I'm assuming they fit into the "prosecutors are really fucking weird" trope Ace Attorney loves so much.

In comparison the defense attorneys are incredibly normal (although still not really normal) and it's hilarious

#ace attorney #the great ace attorney #miles edgeworth #franziska von karma

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aimedis · 7 months ago

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gavin & freelancer headcanons ♂🎀

"you're my sky, deviant.. the space between my stars..."

gavin and freelancer are nonsense by sabrina carpenter

gavin and freelancer go on walks every so often and pick flowers to put in each other’s hair and they giggle like little kids

sometimes when freelancer does anything gavin finds remotely cute, he just softly kisses all over their face.

gavin never fails to fluster freelancer by flirting with them

however, for an incubus, gavin gets flustered quite easily. freelancer ruffles his hair and kisses the tip of his nose? he's blushing. freelancer tells him he's beautiful? he's blushing. freelancer laughs a little too hard at a joke he made? he's fucking blushing

they get insufferable if they’re not around each other for more than a day

they can have little conversations without actually saying anything, just by making little faces at each other (damien sees them do it all the time and he's so confused)

freelancer likes wrapping their fingers around gavin’s pinkie (when they’re on dates, at home, in bed, while hanging out with the gang etc.) and gavin thinks it’s cute as hell

whenever freelancer feels uncomfortable or hurt by anything, they almost never say anything about it. they just ignore whatever it was by laughing and move on

gavin can tell (because he's a demon but also because he's just that observant with them) and stops what he's doing immediately to figure out what's wrong

caelum likes asking freelancer about gavin because of the smile that overtakes their face when talking about him

gavin feels like a part of him is missing when freelancer is gone for too long (and immediately returns to normal after they return) ((damn squad witnessed how bored he was the entire two days they were away once and the second he saw them again, he was all smiles))

freelancer also gets really down whenever gavin is away from them for too long (dear deadass thought they were depressed the first time they witnessed it but gavin hugged them once and they were back to normal)

freelancer and gavin have necklaces with the other’s initial/name on it

sometimes gavin lays awake at night just staring lovingly at freelancer while they sleep, admiring how far they’ve come and how he got so lucky with them (canon)

freelancer’s hand is always on gavin’s chest (when they’re cuddling, tapping him to get his attention, pushing him away when he’s being annoying or just touching and feeling up on it)

gavin is a clingy baby when he’s half asleep and freelancer always laughs at him

freelancer is also really clingy when they're tired and gavin makes fun of them too

gavin is scared of spiders (i believe that many demons are scared of bugs) and freelancer has to kill them

"grown ass demon scared of a little bug, everyone"

they bully each other lovingly all the time

freelancer never fucking drinks water, gavin always has to remind them

freelancer is always in gavin's lap

the crew always jokes that they "wish someone would look at me the way gavin looks at freelancer" (he looks at them with heart eyes i swear)

i will never stop thinking about how many people's lives were saved because freelancer and gavin love each other that much

gavin is always trying to distract freelancer from studying or doing their homework (he hides their textbook)

gavin and freelancer both take any opportunity to slap/fondle the other’s ass

freelancer has a habit of saying "is it casual?" whenever gavin kisses or does something romantic for/to them and gavin hates it so much because it is very much not casual

they argue every once in a while, mostly small pet peeves (such as gavin leaving his shoes everywhere, freelancer's lack of self-care, just getting annoyed with each other) that escalate into bigger fights

they usually resolve them quickly just by talking because the both of them are excellent communicators

they don't ever yell at each other when they're angry

however, freelancer gets very petty when they're mad and they can stay mad for a while. so even when they're no longer fighting with him, they can stay angry (pouty) for like an hour

gavin doesn't mind, he knows they're not really upset and he takes the opportunity to tease them

sometimes gavin scolds freelancer for not caring about their health or their personal needs. he does it very gently while rubbing their back or massaging some part of their body and without sounding like a parent. freelancer pouts the entire time but they try to listen to him i was in such a specific mood when i wrote this oh my god

both of them get babied by the other when one is having a bad day (or even just for no reason)

freelancer bakes for gavin whenever he's upset or stressed. gavin loves eating freelancer's desserts

freelancer loves teaching gavin children's hand games (like rock paper scissors, patty cake etc.) and they have a handshake

the first time gavin witnessed afab!freelancer on their period, he genuinely thought they were going to die

freelancer isn't allowed to say "it's because you hate me and want me to die" even as a joke (because gavin will get upset, he takes their mortality so seriously)

whenever freelancer laughs, gavin stops just to stare at them with the fondest look in his eyes

freelancer calls gavin a lovesick puppy. gavin wears the name with pride

gavin's eyes glow pink ever so slightly whenever he talks to or thinks about freelancer

freelancer gets irritated quite easily and doesn't even realize it sometimes. gavin finds it funny and just nudges them a little to whisper, "you're so mad right now"

they make out at least three times a day

everytime they're in the pool at damien and huxley's house, they're kissing away in a corner because "he's so sexy with water all of over his body" (the crew is so tired of them)

they're borderline codependent (not in an unhealthy way), freelancer comes home early from classes all the time because they miss gavin

gavin gives freelancer anything they want. if they want snacks or an item or need something fixed, he has it done before they can even finish the sentence. they mention something once and suddenly there's twenty of them on the counter

no matter how many times he does this, freelancer is still surprised

gavin has all of freelancer's favourite songs memorized because they're always singing around him

freelancer forgets they have magic sometimes and asks gavin to grab things for them. gavin taps their head lightly to demonstrate their psychokinesis for a while until they go "oh" and laugh

freelancer says "i love you" for everything, they use it almost as sentence filler

they are both such homebodies (when gavin's not looking for some poor soul to fluster)

gavin helps freelancer dye their hair all the time

freelancer says gavin's name a hundred times a day (he counted) ((it's because they 'gavin' like 10 times at once to get his attention))

it's worse on text (they spam his name)

freelancer used to s3lf-h4rm and they relapsed right after the inversion. gavin always found them and cleaned them up while reassuring them he wasn't mad and they deserved to heal

they feel so comfortable and safe with each other, they don't ever hide their struggles/relapses. always seek the other out for help and comfort

they go on double dates with damien and huxley all the time

freelancer loves making gavin try their favourite foods

gavin loves telling freelancer they're funny

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted gavin #redacted freelancer #redacted headcanons #redacted asmr headcanons #i didn't even write that many and i got word-count blocked #i'm making a part two bitch #eventually lmao #kae's headcanons

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tiredandkindaoverworked · 11 days ago

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Gavin is Satisfaction.

Satisfaction was pretty much Gavin’s entire purpose when he coalesced. Sure, he was a demon and could do a laundry list of cool things with his magic, but he was an incubus first.

He knew lust like the back of his hand. Attraction was nothing new to him, but somehow, they always came with the same look in their eyes. Eager and excited, sure. But always just a little devoid of something. Warmth. Affection. Love?

He didn’t need to experience those things. He was built to pleasure people, to give people a bit of fun, both for their enjoyment and his next meal. So, imagine his surprise when a foolish Freelancer walks in on him getting blown in a dingy 7-11 to ask for directions. Are they serious?

The next time he meets this freelancer, they’re studying for their History of Magic class. Yawn. He knows of a lot of things that are much more fun than studying. He sarcastically quips about their hoodie and their newfound place in the magic world. He feels their feelings of neutrality quickly turn to shame as they turn back toward their book. Shit.

Over the next few months, he finds himself coming back to the freelancer. Sure, there’s the sex. The sex is great. He’ll never turn down a chance to sink his cock deep into them, feeling them shudder under him or the early mornings when he wakes up to their lips around him.

But it’s not just that. Not with them.

One day, he watches them squirm under his touch. They look so beautiful, captive under his magic. So sweet, so earnest, so… trusting. God, they really do look beautiful. When did they start trusting him so deeply? When did he start trusting them so deeply?

No, this has to stop here. He can’t keep lying to himself like this. He feels confusion, nervous, worry coming off of them, not dissimilar to what he’s feeling now, but there’s one more feeling there. Fear. Fear? Why are they fearful? Of him? Of the situation they’re in? No. No more dancing around this subject.

“Wait, I-I need a minute. I need to stop. I need to stop.”

A snap.

“I need to talk to you. Not as a dom or as an incubus. As Gavin.”

He never stayed more than the awkward morning after. No, the morning after was never awkward for them. Tangled limbs and messy hair and warm looks with a feeling that radiated off of them like the sun.

Warmth. Affection. Love.

He was a fool, madly in love with his Freelancer. They never wanted him to adjust his form, never expected him to change how he acted. They didn’t care that he was an incubus and while they at most gave a mildly disapproving frown when he spoke of his little teasing adventures throughout the day, he knew that there was nothing but care for him behind those eyes.

Being an incubus was fun and all, he’d never deny that. Sex was an integral part of him and he enjoyed it immensely. With Freelancer, he now knew that it didn’t just have to be lust. They showed him grace, showed him love. He knew that they were satisfied with spending the rest of their life with him and, honestly? He was pretty satisfied with that too.

Gavin is satisfaction personified.

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A/N: I was actually gonna do Guy first, but I’ve been true to my name and overworked for like the last 3 days so my brain is fried. Writing Gavvy is easier for me and I saw @chimckenns’s post about choosing Gavin first, so that inspired this one today LOLOL

back 2 da grind

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted gavin

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samsxowboyhat · 7 months ago

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Since it’s kinktober here’s some redacted headcannons

TW: includes sexual themes, 16+

Sam can go for HOURS on end without stopping unless Darlin has enough constantly checking on them leaving them with bite marks and bruises in the morning

Angel and David have definitely explored choking with praise with David wrapping his hands around their neck applying slight pressure not enough to stop them from breathing but enough to make them feel it

DAMN crew has definitely heard or caught each other fucking more than once

Baabe and Asher most definitely had car sex before whether Asher was top or bottom he didn’t really care

Gavin has nipple piercings and it’s his most sensitive spot making FL flick him there to tease him

Milo and Sweetheart have had sex while Milo was playing with David and Asher with sweetheart underneath Milo’s desk grinning up at him as he desperately tried not to moan into the mic

Sam has a size kink hes a southern county man of course he’d put his cowboy hat on darlin while they’re riding him with an obvious belly bulge making him grip onto their hips and slam them down harder

Lasko has once jerked off thinking about dear, the image of them half naked or riding him sending him over the edge and making him cum all over his hands(his cheeks were so flushed and he felt dirty afterwards before quickly cleaning up before they got home

The second Angel feels insecure, David has no problem fucking them stupid until they’re a mumbling mess about how pretty they are already on their 3rd orgasm

Sweetheart would cloak themselves whenever they were in the mood and Milo would have to come search for them if they were found Milo was topping that night if they weren’t then they could try something new(they definitely tried bondage and denied orgasm before making Milo a whimpering mess begging for sweetheart to move)

OKAY IM DONE GN

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted #redacted headcanons #redacted darlin #redacted asher #redacted lovely #redacted david #redacted freelancer

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trulyumai · 7 months ago

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Fall Baking

pairing: eddie munson / gf! reader

synopsis: it was finally fall. more rain, more sweaters. this also meant the return of the infamous, ‘Hawkins Fair.’ eddie could care less about it really, but you were ecstatic.

warnings: none, fluff only!

A/N: im baking like crazy right now so this automatically came to my head. I’m ready to drown in pumpkin bread and warm coffee.

Eddie knew you loved the fall.

When the leafs started to turn, the weather getting colder and sbittier than normal, yeah, that was when that thing happened to your eyes.

They’d get all shiny and well, cute.

He was the opposite. He could do without the hindrance of rain bearing against him anytime he wanted to take out the trash or walk to the corner store.

But seeing you so happy about little sprinkles of condensation made the man weak.

So he detested the cold weather a little less for you.

And you know what the cold weather brought?

Fall excursions.

Aka: The Fair.

“Guys, you’re not gonna believe this!” Slamming your lunch down on the table, your body molded against his in one solid motion.

Eddie grunted out in surprise, but it didn’t stop you from talking about the surprise you had in store.

“The fair is coming back!”

Only stares were given, Gaven looked over at Jeff who was returning the same empty, confused look.

Eddie jumped in with a clearing of his throat, being the best boyfriend ever he had to save the day, right?

“No way, baby!”

“Way!” You giggled, relaxing into Eddies hold as you dug out the celery sticks in your little box.

“And, the school is accepting student stalls, that’s gonna be so much fun!”

“Why is that fun— ow!” With a harsh kick to Gavin’s knee, Eddie changed the subject.

“That’s cool babe, you could do a baking themed one. Your treats are to dieeeee for.”

“Oh yeah! Been a while since I got the iconic Mrs. Munson brownies,” Gavin sighed out. Already imagining the pillowy, chocolaty goodness that was always oozing with warmth.

“That’s not what I named them.” You laughed, “Buuuut if you boys help me out with the stall I promise to bake one thing if your choosing!”

This garnered the attention of the hellfire club fast. Eddie was almost jealous at how entranced you got everyone.

“Anything?”

“Can you do cakes?”

“Ooooh the brownieees!” Almost everyone talked over one another, already fantasizing about the treats they’ll ask for.

“Uhhhh babe?” Eddies rings were cold against your thighs, your dark green skirt rid up against the tops of his legs, showcasing your pretty and soft skin.

“Mhm?” You replied, already turning towards your wild haired boyfriend.

“And what do I get? I mean I love your baking, obviously! but I can get that anytime.”

That was… true.

Damn it you thought you had everyone sinched into the plan. But of course Eddie would try to sneak something else into play.

“Well ummm,” he stumped you this time.

Furrowing your brows, you bit lightly on the inside of your cheek. Thoroughly searching your brain for anything Eddie might approve of.

Clothes? No, Eddie only wore his favorite staples anyway. Maybe you could offer to clean his room? No, you just did that last weekend when he was too busy snoring on the couch.

Think, think!—

“I knooow what I want.”

You knew that tone. That deep drawl that makes his voice come out in a low, teasing hush.

Eddie indicated you closer with just a wag of his index finger.

You felt the weight of his breath hit the side of your face, warm and light.

“I want,” he breathed in this time, dragging his lips closer and closer until they brushed against the side of your jaw.

“You, to spend the night, every nite this week.”

“Eddie!” Rolling your orbs you pushed his face away. “That’s kinda impossible. You know how my parents are—“

“Pretty please, sweetheart? It’s been forever!”

“I just spent the night on saturday!”

“That was literally forever ago.”

“Eddie.” Your fingers brushed with his temple, lightly pushing against them.

“That was two days ago.”

He only shook his head in rebuttal, moving his legs until your frame was once again close to his.

“My point still stands. Forever ago! And you need my help, who will keep these idiots in check?”

“Hey!” A few club mates responded back, but quickly went into their own baking conversations.

“Not all week. Two days,”

“Three!” Eddie challenged. With a mocking squint to your eyes you huffed out a breath.

“Fine! You win. Three days.”

“Yes!” Eddie cheered, smothering a sloppy kiss on your cheek and raised a hand to high five Gavin.

What a dork.

“You won’t regret this baby. I just got new snacks, cleaned my room—“

“You cleaned your room?”

Eddie cleared his throat and his long fingers came up to play with the loose hair around your neck.

“Well.. no, but it’s still clean from when you did it— ouch!”

Grabbing the man’s soft cheek, you began to pull.

“Hey hey, easy easy, I was just joking!—“

“Sooooo funny, Eddie.” Laughing, you watched as his fingers came up to the pinched spot, rubbing it with a soft tenderness like you had plucked the skin right off his face.

Grabbing at your celery you joined into the groups conversation. Trying to remember each and every goodie the gang wanted you to bake.

This is gonna be a long week.

But at least it’s fall, right?

….

Right..?

#fluff #x reader #fanfiction #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie x you #eddie x reader #eddie #eddie munson #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn #netflix series

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dannydoesthisthing27 · 1 month ago

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Gavin not being real is criminal, so I'm making some headcanons

Gavin loves having his demonic features on display. He doesn't do it often in public. However at home and with the crew, he'll keep his horns and tail on display. He'll deny it, but his tail betrays his emotions like a cats would

Gavins favorite thing to wear is FL's clothes. Second to that is his casual clothing. (his definition of casual is a cropped shirt with fishnets and cut leggings plus fuzzy socks)

He does love an excuse to dress up though,and will do it often as possible. Movie theater trips will have him dressing up. The time he and Damien met up early, he was in black leather platforms, a short blue/purple/black space themed skirt, black fishnet leggings, a purple tank top, and a dark blue off the shoulder sweater (rose tinted sunglasses optional)

Gavin loves flowers and plants. He enjoys Huxley and Damiens house almost as much as he loves his and FLs apartment because of all the plants they keep

Out of all of their friends, Gavin feels closest to Damien. A big part of that is Damiens empathy and ability to understand what Gavin is really saying. FL is great at it, but Damien has a sense of objectivity when it comes to how he and Gavin speak to each other. Gavin also just likes fucking with Damien because he had the best reactions and he knows undoubtedly where the line of joking versus serious conversation lays

Gavin and Huxley work out together. I've talked about this before, but the two of them click like puzzle pieces when it comes to working together. Gavin is the best spotter Huxley has ever had, and actually feels comfortable pushing himself to his limit when lifting because he has Gavin to help him out. Gavin himself just likes spending time with Hux. However, on occasion when he'd at the gym, he likes to do bodyweight and freeweight workouts

Gavin and Lasko go shopping together once a week. Gavin pushes the cart so Lasko can flit around the store at his own pace. Usually Gavin will have to reign Lasko in and remind him that it is just a weekly grocery shop, and there's no reason to buy 7 bunches of bananas because there's no way they'd all get eaten (based on a real life interaction I've had. The bananas were on sale)

Lasko also likes it when Gavin comes around D.A.M.N just to hang around his office

Gavin likes things that are warm. Whether it's drinks, meals, clothes, blankets, or homes. He doesn't care. He just likes to be warm because when he first coalesced (im pretty sure that's what it's called when demons come into existence), it was cold. He was whatever the astral planes equivalent of freezing is. Not just because it was cold temperature wise but because his steward felt nothing towards him. He was just another incubus who needed to learn how to wring energy out of humans like water out of a towel. While Gavin claims to not remember most of the people he's slept with, he does remember the first human he was with. They were fresh off of the high of graduating from D.A.M.N, and Gavins steward chose them specifically because they looked like they'd give Gavin a reality check of how humans are. (Early Gavin was kind of naive and wanted to know about how humans were not just how they could feed him. That in and of itself was taboo. When Gavin refused to change his appearance to the humans preference, his steward abandoned him almost immediately, leaving a confused human and a frightened starving incubus behind. The human understood that Gavin was incredibly inexperienced so far and would only have basic instinct to go off of, so they offered an opportunity to take it slow. That was the first time Gavin felt warm. Wrapped in the arms of a person who let him experiment and try things in a way that could actually help him learn. Instead of just throwing him in the deep end and expecting him to float. He kept that person as a charge for several years before they had to move away with their pack.

He spent a long time after that trying to find warmth again, but eventually realized the lesson his steward expected him to learn all those years ago. Humans hurt. He'd all but given up on warmth when all of a sudden approaching him in a 7/11 asking for directions, they were back. Nearly the exact same down to the way their core felt. At first he refused to acknowledge anything about them as significant. He couldn't afford for it to happen again, but slowly, he started feeling warm again. He started lingering in bed a little longer. He showed up a little earlier. He listened a little more attentively. He realized that somehow, some way, the warmth had come back without any effort at all. He realized he was happy, and for once, he wasn't scared to let himself feel it

#they can never take the cursed to live doomed to die trope from me #they fall in love in every life #in every universe #no matter what #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted damien #redacted huxley #redacted lasko #redacted freelancer #redacted fandom #redacted verse

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junedenim · 12 days ago

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the heartbeat's at its peak

party

warnings: barely smut and an affliction of sweat

word count: 3.5k

Kirsty and Gavin have been kissing for the last hour. You wonder if they’ll ever come up for air or if they plan on suffocating themselves. You wonder how long you’ll sit here and watch them in some abstractionist’s form of self-harm.

Staring is probably creepy but it’s like an exhibitionist act and it’s not like their eyes are ever open enough to see you. You aren’t the only one staring either. “It’s fucking disgusting,” you moan to your friends. You slump back on the couch in the hopes the cushions will suck you in.

“I actually think they’re quite cute,” Hannah says. You eye her and she quickly corrects herself, “But they don’t have to be so in your face about it. Get a room!”

She takes the pressuring gloom off the situation. You giggle and lean into her, taking comfort in her warmth. You’re tempted to leave this party if your lack of presence wouldn’t be more alarming. You refuse to give those two idiots the satisfaction. Maybe you’re crediting yourself too much for them to be even giving a second thought to you. Clearly, they don’t care, considering the display.

A weight slumps into the couch beside you. He’s there—scruffy, red-eyed, melancholic. “Hi, Al,” you mumble. You both sit with your eyes trained on Kirsty and Gavin.

“Drink,” he offers, handing you a cup.

You accept it with little questioning, neither of you bother to look at one another. You sip on its bitterness hoping it will balm some of your inner rancor. “It’s like they’re eating each other,” you spit.

Alex slouches, placing his chin into his chest. He sits his cup on his thigh, the liquid leaving a lasting wet mark. “I feel like me eyes are burning.”

“It’s the antichrist being born,” you say. You will yourself to sit up and look at his sagging figure. “I can’t look at this anymore. I’m being burned from the inside out. Come with?”

He sighs as he hoists himself off of the black hole couch. “Let’s go vomit outside.”

A giggle ripples through you, a smile peeks on your face for the first time that night. You walk through the suffocation of people together until you reach the fresh air, a rush of cold air peppering your skin. It is easier to breathe out here, fewer people and fewer Kirsty and Gavin to stare at.

“When they go at it, they really…go at it,” Alex said. He was flustered, something not out of the ordinary for his demeanor, but you tried to discern the origin of his discomposure—if it started in front of you or in front of her.

“Yeah,” you agreed. “Never kissed me like that.” You scoffed, completely disgusted with yourself. “I shouldn’t be saying things like that.”

He shrugged with his hands in his pockets. “I don’t mind.”

You smiled pleasingly at him. “I know you don’t. I shouldn’t be obsessing over them. It makes me into such a loser.”

“I’m a loser too, then.”

You shook your head. “You’re not a loser,” you promise him. He eyed you with a rhetorical smirk. “Fair point.”

Alex faced the house and waved it off as if it had come to life and he was wishing it farewell. “Let’s forget about all that. I’m sick about thinking of Gavin…and Kirsty.”

“You miss her?”

He put his chin to his chest and gave a pre-verbal response in a grunt, signalling he didn’t really want to talk about it. He raised his head and put his shoulders back, no longer looking so mopey. “Do you miss him?”

“Maybe. I think I’m more jealous that he never treated me that way, but then again, I’m not the kind of person who likes to make out in the middle of a crowded room.”

Alex gagged. “Yuck! It’s like a mama bird feeding a baby bird.”

The tension dissolved into giggles and the two of you slowly moved further from the house. “He was never a good kisser.”

“Nah, her either. Her mouth was too wet.”

“His was always too dry! Like rubbing your lips against sandpaper. They must be a match made in heaven.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “You don’t think they’ll actually stay together?”

“Why not?”

“Because they’re Kirsty and—and G-Gavin.”

“So, you want to get back together with her?”

“No.”

“Sounds like you do.”

“No. Maybe. I don’t know.” He’s rubbing his face now, trying to wash away all the emotions playing out on his face.

“It’s okay.” You pull out a cigarette and slot it between her lips. You mindlessly offer the pack to him, and he takes one for himself. He pulls out his lighter, giving it to you first and then lighting his own. It’s as if you’ve done this before, and maybe you have at some party you can’t remember, but this feels like the first of many times. “I miss him too. It’s okay.”

He drops his head, not wanting to look ahead. “Doesn’t feel right. I dumped her.”

“Do you actually want her back or is it a possessive thing?”

He thinks about this. You don’t think the thought has ever crossed his mind before. It’s been all feelings up until this point and now he is finally thinking logically. “I just didn’t think she’d go for Gavin. Or that Gavin would go for her.”

You scoff. “Gavin always had the eyes for her. Even when you were with her and I with him.”

“Well, then, I don’t think she ever had the hots for him back then. I think she’s doing it to make me jealous.”

“Maybe. Or maybe they love each other.”

His head snaps over to you, full of worry and loneliness, like everyone is riding off into the sunset and leaving him behind in the shadows.

“I’m kidding.” You laugh at him. “Or maybe I’m not. It shouldn’t matter to us. We can’t think about them as if they are thinking about us. We could be the thing they’re picturing when they kiss each other, or they could never think of us again.”

“Mum always said girls were more mature,” he compliments.

His elbow knocks yours by accident and shiver goes down it. “I can’t take the credit. Hannah told me all that.”

“Well, a girl nonetheless.”

The conversation lulls and you’ve moved far enough into the house’s backyard that the party’s music has grown faint and you can hear the sound of crickets up ahead. You could move further into the woods or venture back into the house.

You stare at the lights glaring out of the house. Every other house on the street is dark. Part of the world has gone to sleep and you should probably follow suit, but you don’t think you could fall asleep now. You’ve been too stirred awake, prodded with smoke, alcohol, talking, and emotions.

“We should date,” you say.

Alex drops his cigarette but doesn’t put it out. “What? Like dinner and a movie?”

“If you want,” you offer. “Get all dressed up, kiss in the back of the theatre.”

“Suit and tie or button-down.”

You leaned closer curiously. “Do you have a suit?”

“Well…no.”

“You’d be very impressive if you were a teenage boy who owned a tuxedo.” You drop your cigarette and put yours and his out with your shoe. “You’d be a bigshot. Our very own Joe Millionaire.”

“Shut up,” he says with a mouthful of laughter. “I’d pick you up in slacks and a T-shirt.”

“Slacks. That’s pretty impressive. Gavin wore track bottoms on our first date. I don’t think they had ever been washed.”

“Wow. Sounds like a real catch.”

You realize you’ve been unconsciously walking back toward the house just to have somewhere for your feet to take you while you talk. “He did buy me flowers.”

“Pft,” Alex sounds, “Any old bloke can buy you flowers.”

“What would you buy me?” The conversation is light. It could barely qualify as flirting other than the topic. The tone is playful and you’re pretty sure you could kiss him right now and he’d reciprocate, but you’re not sure if it would be in character or a true, genuine kiss.

He scratches his chin with one finger and you notice a faint pimple scar. “I’d get you seeds, then you could grow flowers for as long as you wanted.”

You mimic a laugh because you think he is telling a joke, but the sentiment itself touches you and leaves your cheeks pink. You’re increasingly thankful that both of your focuses have remained on the house. You’d only blush more if he were to look at you now. “And then we’d go to dinner?”

“No, we’d do the movie first so we could talk about it over dinner.”

“Okay. What are we getting for dinner?”

He hums and scratches at his chin some more. You imagine if he had a long beard he would be twirling it right now. The thought of him with a long grey beard only makes you giggle more. “Italian,” he says. “Cheap, but fancy.”

“We’d get table service but not have to leave a big tip.”

“Yeah, I’ll take you to Rose Garden so we can get our drinks spilled on us and get our meal comped.” That had happened to Danny and Hannah last year. We all started going because we’re all dirt poor and usually piss drunk. It never happened so we just got shitty food for too much money.

“Then we’d get drunk on the cheap free wine they give us.”

“And eat too many of the comped chips.”

“And we’d end up tossing it all in the bushes outside.” You were consumed with laughter and it felt like the first time you had laughed in a long time. You were relearning how to do it as you spoke to one another. You had feared so long that sadness had taken up your final year at college and you hated yourself for allowing that.

“We’d go back to your place to brush our teeth,” he said.

“And then I’d kiss you once our breath was minty fresh.”

“And I’d faint and hit my head on the sink.”

Your cheeks hurt from laughing so hard and you could fall into him. His humour is so cheesy, but so charming, nothing like those stupid boyish fart jokes Gavin used to make. “And the phone line would be out so I couldn’t call for help, and I have to stitch you up with a needle and thread.”

He hisses as if a needle is poking through his skin as you speak. “And I’d come back to life through true love’s first kiss.”

You bump into him, not being able to control your orientation. “And you’d come onto me but I’d insist we couldn’t because of your head trauma.”

“And I’d take your hand.” He reaches down and grabs your hand, stopping you in your tracks. You feel like you're in a play or The Truman Show, unable to figure out the reality of the situation.

“And I’d place it over the wound.” He lifts your hand and guides your fingers on the back of his head, slowly grazing his scalp. You could run your fingers through his hair if you stretched your digits apart and combed your fingers through the strands.

“And you would feel no scar.” Just like real life, nothing beneath your fingers but his smooth hair and his dry scalp. You wonder if you’re supposed to do something more, like scratch it or agree or hum along. You wonder if you’re playing your role right.

“And I’d tell you it was ‘cause of true love’s first kiss.” His eyes glance down. It’s close, so close, too close. When he moves, you think he’s coming in for a lip smacker, but instead, he drops your head and keeps moving.

You follow beside him, not wanting to seem out of line. “And I’d say you were a dork.”

“A magical dork,” he corrects.

You oblige him, “A magical dork. Did you want to be a wizard when you grew up?”

“No, I wanted to be a magician,” he says with no hiccup of humor.

“Seriously?”

He nods.

“Like a rabbit in a hat or cards?”

“I never got that far, but I always wanted to do the rings. You know, the ones you have to slide apart.”

“It’s never too late to pursue your dreams,” you tease.

He takes it in stride and chuckles, never finding your comments to be malicious. “I think it might be too late for that dream. But never say never. You could be my assistant.”

“I’m already magic. Haven’t you seen my disappearing act?”

Before you can move, he grabs your hand. “Don’t disappear on me now.”

“Alright.” A feeling churns in your stomach and you don’t think you’re playing pretend anymore. “After our magical first kiss we’d probably have sex.”

“Yeah,” he agrees casually, even though he’s still holding your hand and this feels less and less like pretending. “But they never get to that part in the fairy tales.”

“If true love’s first kiss can heal your cut then a shag would probably cause world peace.”

“In that case, we might as well do it in the grass right here.” He drops to the ground and pulls you to sit down next to him. Neither of you put the moves on but it feels like your storybook has come to an end. The grass is mostly dead here with scatterings of empty dirty patches and dry grass that crunches under your shoes.

Alex picks up a blade and rips it between his fingers. “Do you think they’re still kissing?”

You laugh, even though you don’t want to talk about them anymore. “Probably. Do you want to go back inside?”

“Not if they’re doing that.”

“You’re going to have to get over—”

“I am over it.”

You don’t believe him but you don’t fight him. You let him tell himself what he needs to believe. “I thought this party would be fun,” you complain looking at the house. The only sign of partying is the booming music. Everyone seems to be standing around idly.

“I’m having fun,” he claims.

You roll your eyes and lean back onto your elbows. “You look like the sad dwarf.”

“There is no sad dwarf.” He looks down at your, his frown replaced by a grin.

“Yes, there is,” you fight back. “He cries all the time and he has a tissue.”

“Sneezy has the tissue.”

“Sneezing doesn’t make you sad.”

“Because there’s no sad dwarf. What would he be called Saddy? They all end in ‘y.’”

“No. Doc doesn’t.”

“Fine. Everyone except Doc.”

“Bashful doesn’t.”

He rolls his eyes but his smile tells a different story of his exasperation. “You’re a Seven Dwarfs historian but you can’t recall that there isn’t a sadness dwarf.”

“Do you think it’s offensive that the only dwarf that can’t speak is called Dopey?”

He falls onto his back in a peal of laughter. He lies next to you and counts on his fingers. “Okay, we have four dwarves: Sneezy, Doc, Bashful, and Dopey. What are the other three?”

“The sad one.”

His face turns towards you. You can feel the sensation of his breath on your neck. “Will you shut up about sadness?” You both cut into each other with laughter. Your bodies rock and knock against one another, becoming an entanglement. “Who else?”

“Grumpy and Happy.”

“And then…”

“The sad one!” You exclaim, sitting up.

“There’s no sad one,” he argues, following suit.

“Then, who’s left?”

His lips stay shut. He holds up a finger. “Hold on.”

You cross your arms. “Exactly.”

“I can’t think of it, that doesn’t mean it’s ‘The Sad One.’” He places air quotes around the moniker you’ve made up.

You lean over to him. “But it is.”

He kisses you then because arguing is so dull in the grand scheme. It’s an awkward kiss, your noses rubbing against one another, and little movement. You pull away and rub your lips with the back of your hand. He sighs and hunches over himself again, picking at the grass. “That was pretty bad.”

“Yeah.” You laugh forgivingly.

“Give me another try?”

“Yeah.”

“You go left and I go right.”

“We’d be going the same direction then.”

He chuckles at himself awkwardly. “Right.”

“Right,” you agree.

You both nervously laugh together before he places his hands on your cheeks. He moves in slowly, too slowly. You close the distance and land your lips on his. It’s an improvement but it feels stiff like two statues kissing on another.

You pull his hands off your cheeks and he pulls away from you. “Sorry.”

You shake your head. “Keep going,” you urge him, leaning your forehead against his.

He moves in more forcefully. You place his hands on your hips and he moves further, pushing you onto your back into the grass. His hand drags up your side, slightly pushing your shirt up. His thumb smooths over the last rung of your ribs.

You pull back. “Mighty improvement, but you can’t feel me up in a patch of grass. No matter how nice it is.”

He smiles into the alcove of your neck. His lips graze over the sliver of skin before he removes himself, standing up over you. He reaches a hand down to you. Alex pulls you off the ground and you make your way back toward the house.

You return to the couch where the group has gathered, stuck in the depths of conversation and drunkenness, to notice that Alex and you have come back hand in hand. Alex asks if you want a drink. You nod and he squeezes your hand before he goes. The upturn of his lips burned into your memory.

You take a seat on the arm of the couch and try to keep up with whatever argument is going on between Pete and Kenny. Alex comes back, standing beside you, and hands you a cup. You whisper commentary of the fight to him until it dies down when Kirsty and Gavin come over to the group.

“Hey,” Kirsty sheepishly says, waving to the group, but mostly to Alex. She and Gavin walk closer to you and Alex as the group eagerly watches the drama. “I don’t want this to be awkward for anyone.”

“It’s not awkward,” you say, your lips skimming over the rim of your plastic cup.

Kirsty’s eyes move over to you as if you’ve threatened her with a knife. You suppose the comment was directed toward Alex and not Gavin’s former counterpart. “Just…we’re all friends, Al. We’ve shared things and I don’t want to have to avoid each other.”

Alex shrugs and looks at the liquor in his cup instead of Kirsty. “We’re not avoiding each other. We’re talking now.”

“Right.” Kirsty slowly nods, picking at the edge of her dress. “Still, I don’t want anything to change.”

Gavin maliciously corrects, “Well, other than Kirsty and I being together now.”

“Are you two together? Like together together?” You ask.

Gavin smugly raises his eyebrows. “Yeah. You stared enough to figure that out.”

Refusing to let him embarrass you, you shrug and focus on your cup. “I just wasn’t sure if you were just sleeping with one another.”

“We’re sleeping with one another too. If you’re so curious,” he says accusatively.

Before anybody could respond in defense, Alex shouts out, “Sleepy is the seventh dwarf!”

And while everybody else stares in complete confusion, you and Alex burst out laughing. You shake your head at him and stand up from the couch. “Have a nice night, guys,” you say to the couple as Alex and you exit the house, going back to the grass.

Alex’s skin feels hot. There’s a coat of sweat on his forehead that feels uncontrollable. At the start, he wiped it away but now he doesn’t want to disrupt his rhythm by lifting his arm and collapsing on top of you. But he feels disgusting. He’s convinced beads of sweat are going to drop on you and you’ll yelp in disgust and make him leave.

However, he’s been focusing so much now that he’s distracted from the actual act of fucking you, prompting you to say, “Are you okay?”

“Me?” He questions like there are other people in the room you could be talking to. “Yeah. Yeah. Are you? Is it not good? Sorry. I’m just sweating so much.”

You softly giggle at his rambling and reach over to your bedside table, grabbing a tissue and handing it to him. He wipes over his forehead and discards the tissue by shooting it into your wastebasket. “You okay now?”

“Yeah. Yeah. Sorry. Should I keep going?” His heart beats against his ribs so harshly that it could make the house shake. No matter how many deep breaths he takes, he can’t calm it.

You lift yourself up and kiss his cheek. “Yeah. You can keep going if you want.”

His smile is achingly sweet. “Yeah. I want to. Of course I want to.” And suddenly, he can breathe just fine.

a/n: i don't believe in sex anymore. i'm a nun.

#alex turner #alex turner fic #alex turner x fem!reader #alex turner x oc #alex turner x reader #alex turner x y/n #alex turner x you #alex turner smut #junedenim

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dahlia-tourism-board · 2 months ago

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How the DAMN Crew dress in the winter

Damien

He switches from tank-tops and shorts to t-shirts and jeans in the fall

He has a dark grey denim jacket that he uses for as long as he can get away with

If it's really cold (Like it's a talking point on the news cold), he has a cheap peacoat he bought in the 2010s. It looks warm to an outside observer, but it's flimsy enough that it doesn't bother him, heat-wise (Huxley thinks he looks sophisticated in it)

His mother drilled the importance of keeping covert into him, so he's generally really good at finding clothes that look warm but still breathe enough for him to keep cool

Huxley

He has a collection of cozy crewneck sweatshirts, mostly from school, but a few he picked up on family vacations too

However, he is wearing cargo shorts until it gets below freezing (Much to Damien's mother-henning chagrin)

He is also never wearing a hat, scarf, or gloves. He doesn't mean to, he just always forgets (And Damien can always hold his hand to keep him warm)

I feel like he has a thick, sturdy, old-school aviator jacket (Damien thinks he looks heroic in it, and may or may not swoon over it)

Lasko

He busts out the sweaters and cardigans the moment the fall breeze gets a little too brisk, partly because he likes fall clothes, and partly because I feel like he gets cold real easy

Once winter hits, he busts out a big puffer jacket, scarf, hat, etc, all in blues and greys

He also has those finger less gloves that have the adjustable mitten part

Fuzzy socks :)

Gavin

Doesn't need to care about the weather, but does care about Fashion[TM]

Always looks like he walked off the gayest runway imaginable, all very loud in a very high-fashion sort of way

Black Leather gloves, for the vibes

Uses a scarf only so he can dramatically flip it over his shoulder (It makes freelancer laugh)

Still wears sunglasses, even if the sun starts setting at 2pm

Freelancer

I feel like Freelancer has a medium cold tolerance, so sensible jackets and a hat. No scarf or gloves though, a bit too much of a hassle

They do have a DAMN beanie, because they like feeling that school spirit (and it reminds them of their lil found family)

Actually, they have a mustard yellow jacket. Still sensible, but they like a bit of color in their winter wardrobe

They wear thigh-highs under their pants for the warmth (Gavin thinks it's both funny to use them for practical purposes, and hot that he knows Freelancer is wearing them under a perfectly ordinary outfit)

Dear

Has only a slightly higher cold tolerance than Lasko, so still busts out the sweaters fairly soon

A lot of pastels and delicate knits. All of their sweaters are super soft to the touch

Also has a puffer jacket, hats, gloves, scarves, etc, all thick and fluffy, and all in different pastel shades

All of their hats have pom-poms :)

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted damn crew #redacted damien #redacted damihux #redacted huxley #redacted lasko #redacted gavin #redacted freelancer #redacted dear #original post #cherry headcanons

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sneakyparsnipslicer · 1 year ago

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Power Play

It was never meant to have happened, but in all fairness I'm glad it did. I do have an unspoken duty of care after all.

I'm Gavin, 22, studying at Uni for theatre. Friends have always said I've got an uncanny talent for acting, able to hide how I'm feeling, telling the most convincing lies, but despite that I do have an earnest care for my friends and for some that's a big deal.

So, it all happened one Friday night, some of the girl friends were hosting a house party. Alcohol, music, conversation, the usual. My friend Janice had asked if I was free earlier and invited me. I hadn't seen her all week so the chance to catch up is always welcome. I put on my best clothes and headed off to the house which thankfully wasn't too far from my own place. I brought along some Amaretto for the party and got to mingling with others. I arrived quite early so there weren't too many people around and I got the chance to meet the partygoers and meet up with Janice.

'Hey Gav, glad you could make it! Got some pretty big news!' whispered Janice excitedly in my ear.

'Really? What is it?' I asked eagerly. She waved her left hand in front of my face, a gold ring on her finger. My jaw dropped.

'Tina proposed to me, we're getting married in the New Year!' she cried. I smiled and hugged her. Tina was a friend of ours and had confided to me in secrecy that she had a crush on Janice, and over the space of a year it looks like they'd both hit it off really well.

'Congrats, that's awesome!' I cried. 'Is Teen here tonight?'.

'Yeah she's just over in the other room, I'll go get her' said Janice, and she made her way through to the kitchen. I sat down on the sofa and waited a while. More and more partygoers arrived and as the night went on I forgot about Janice and Tina.

Getting progressively tipsy and humming along to 'Tainted Love', someone slumped down on the sofa next to me.

'Fuck them lesbians' sighed a voice. I opened my eyes and looked to my right, there sat a guy that looked about 30 with a bottle of Budweiser in his hand, shaking his head.

'What's up?' I asked, looking to him in concern. The guy looked to me and shrugged.

'Same fucking story everywhere I go, I see a cute girl, magically they're gay. Swear every fucker's gay these days' he said, taking a sip of his drink. I didn't say anything, took a sip of my drink and looked across the room. I could see past the crowd by the doorway was Janice. She was consoling Tina, who was crying. We caught eachother's eyes and I tilted my head subtly to the guy next to me, she nodded and kissed Tina on the head. I understood the situation.

'So how about you my man? You smashing some puss tonight?' the guy asked, looking me up and down. I turned to him and smiled.

'Nah mate, I'm more for the buss!' I replied, winking. The guy almost spat his drink out.

'Fuck off mate, you ain't gay!' he said laughing. I sighed.

'Oh sorry, were you expecting something more like this?' I asked, dangling my wrist and swiping the air camply. He laughed again, looking at me in disbelief.

'For a moment there I could've sworn you were straight' he said.

'Well you know, not all of us act camp, I like what I like but keep it on the down low' I replied, to which he nodded. I felt like I needed to move this along.

'Say, do you work out?' I asked, looking to his arms. He looked and flexed his right arm.

'Ah, you like what you see?' he asked smugly, grinning. I nodded and took another sip of my drink. He chuckled softly.

'You know, I've never tried a guy before' he said quietly, leaning in a little closer.

'Might be your lucky night' I suggested. He started nodding and bit his lower lip, taking a good look at me. I could have cackled at how easy it was to get him invested.

'What do you say we go find somewhere quiet to… break some new ground?' he asked, chuckling. I could have suplexed myself from the eye roll I wanted to do, but I had to keep my composure and giggled.

'Well, my place is just down the road, should give us a chance to get to know eachother better' I smiled. He drank the last of his drink and stood up. I happened to catch sight of his bulge as he offered a hand to lift me up, predictable. I tenderly placed my hand in his and he hoisted me up onto my feet, grinning.

'Let's get going then!' he said, heading off out of the house. I followed behind him, giving Janice a quick thumbs up and a wink as she nodded understandingly, mouthing the words 'Thank you'.

We returned to my place, him squeezing my ass and getting excited all the while. I unlocked the front door and invited him in. As soon as I was done locking the door, he made his move, pinning me to the door and burying his nose in my shoulder blade, taking a deep sniff.

'Mmm, you smell good!' he said. I rolled my eyes.

'It's Playboy' I said passively. He pulled his nose out.

'That's what I'll call you! Playboy!' he said, smiling maniacally.

'Sure thing, umm' I said, looking to him for a name.

'Just call me Daddy you cocksucking bitch!' he growled, pinning me further into the door and kissing my neck. Daddy, how fucking predictable. I could just see how this was going to go down. He pulled away and exhaled, stroking my chest.

'I'll bet you're a right little slut aren't you, Playboy?' he asked, fiddling with my shirt buttons, slowly revealing my chest.

'Oh for sure!' I grinned, moving in to kiss him. He hesitated but proceeded to kiss me back. I moved my hands behind his shoulders, embracing him. I could feel his dick pressing against my leg, he was totally enjoying it.

'Fuck me!' he said, dazed.

'Don't you mean fuck ME, Daddy?' I asked. He started laughing and moved his hands down to my thighs.

'Didn't think I'd ever be doing this with a guy, it feels so good' he said, looking into my eyes, amazed.

'Well, let's enjoy this then' I said, taking him by the hands and guiding him to my bedroom.

We got into the room and he thrust me down on the bed, biting his lip.

'Alright, strip down Playboy, nice and slow' he said, stroking his own crotch. I sat smirking as I kicked off my shoes and undid the last buttons on my shirt, taking it off and throwing it away. I went to unbuckle my belt when he stopped me.

'Come over here, I wanna try something' he said. Walking over he turned me around and began to unbuckle my belt whilst his cock was grinding against my butt. Always so cute when first timers try to be all freaky.

'You like that?' he asked, resting his chin on my left shoulder, watching as he pulled my shorts down.

'Yes Daddy' I said breathily, trying not to laugh. He dropped my shorts and began rubbing my butt through my boxers with his hands.

'Oh that ass feels so good Playboy, can't wait to explore it!' he whispered.

'I sure hope Daddy's packing tonight' I replied. With that he turned me back to face him, pulled me into a passionate kiss and carried me over to the bed, laying me down on it. Getting on top of me, he looked down as I looked back up at him. I began to pull at his shirt and he took it off, revealing his muscular chest, I'll admit it wasn't half bad. Then I began to unbuckle his belt and pull his jeans down, which he kicked off and there we were on the bed in our boxers.

'Open Daddy's pants!' he ordered, and I nodded, slipping them down his thighs. His dick sprung free, big and girthy, just how I like them.

'Ooooh, Daddy's got a big one!' I remarked in surprise, looking at it. He placed a hand under my chin, lifting it up to face him.

'Suck it, Playboy' he said, and so I began to do so, placing it in my mouth and beginning the blowjob. As it went on, his face became more strained as he tried not to shoot his load.

'Shit, you're good!' he moaned, looking to the ceiling. Eventually he stopped me and turned me over, pulling my boxers down.

'Alright Playboy, going in!' he chuckled. I could have cackled there and then, but I had to withold on the irony of that line. He began to spread my ass cheeks and inserted the tip of his dick, which slipped in easily. Even he was shocked.

'Damn, I thought you'd be tighter!' he said.

'C'mon Daddy, I'm a whore remember? Don't ruin this for yourself' I replied, massaging his leg. He nodded and continued to ride my backside, shaking the bed doing so. I'll admit this guy fucked with feeling, and as it went on and he reached climax, he wasn't aware of what else was going on.

When he finally came, sweaty and panting, he whooped in amazement.

'Wow Playboy, that was amazing!' he laughed, pulling himself away, but he soon realised he couldn't remove his dick from my ass.

'What's the matter Daddy? Too balls deep in me to let go?' I asked, turning my head to look at him. To his horror, his hands were beginning to sink slowly into my back, his pelvic region already sunk furthest into mine, and our feet had merged.

'Yo, what the fuck's going on?!' he shouted, but he couldn't pull himself free, he continued to sink into me as I began to cackle.

'You just fucked your way into a whole lot of trouble my guy!' I replied, laughing as he struggled.

'Let me go you fucking freak!' he roared as our legs were fully joined and his arms had sunk in.

'You upset my friends tonight, 'Daddy'. The lesbians you were moaning about, they just got engaged and you just had to come along and ruin their day' I said coldly as his back and shoulders sank in, him yelling out for help.

'And for the record, the name's Gavin. Suits me well considering how many homophobic, misogynistic pricks like you I've been gathering up to stop my friends being harrassed' I explained. By now the guy's face had melted into the back of my head and his screams became more and more muffled. Eventually he was fully sunk inside me, his added mass stretching me out and I began jerking my own dick, getting off my bed and spunking a few heavy loads on the carpet, excising myself of him. I looked at the pool of cum as it began to dry into the carpet.

'That's all you ever were, just a stain on society's carpet. Thanks for the muscles though' I said, cracking my neck and massaging my new musculature, reaching for my clothes. Though I thought to slip on the guy's jeans, they fitted me pretty nicely.

Making my way back over to Janice's place, most of the partygoers were filling out of the house. I went back in and found Tina and Janice, their faces lit up.

'Gav! Did you take care of that bastard?' asked Janice hopefully.

'Hey, I'm wearing his jeans aren't I?' I asked, turning to show them off 'Plus he filled me out a bit'. Janice shook her head, but smiled.

'I don't know how you do it, but thank you' said Tina, bowing her head. I pulled them both into a hug.

'Forget about him, he won't be bothering anyone anymore. Nobody messes with my friends' I said, looking to them in admiration.

'You're definitely gonna be the Best Man at the wedding, you know that right?' asked Janice. I folded my arms and rolled my eyes.

'And here I was hoping to be Chief Bridesmaid, oh well!' I sighed, shrugging. Janice and Tina began chuckling as I turned my attention to cleaning up the empty bottles and beer cans that the guests had left.

#male tf #transformation #gay #merging

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 11 months ago

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End Game 4

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, stalking, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your gaming buddy asks to meet up but it doesn’t go exactly as planned.

Characters: Andy Barber

Note: I'm a sleepy babay.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Please do not just put ‘more’. I will block you.

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

There’s a finality to the tap of your thumb. You hold the block button for a moment before you let it go. The window pops up asking if you’re sure. Yes. Certain. This is just a mistake and when you’re older and wiser, you’ll be thankful you made it. If you even remember it.

You lay back and put your phone down. Done. Over. No more Jacob. No Andy.

Maybe you’ll go back and see Kara again, or she can come here, even if she hates this town. You can at least be thankful that it reconnected you two, and you have to be grateful to learn a hard lesson. Don’t mess with strangers online. You’re better off alone.

You close your eyes. You’re exhausted. Mentally, emotionally, and yes, physically. Who knew scooping ice cream could be so much work?

When you wake up, you’re sore and still groggy. The sun peers in at you brightly in the slat between the curtains. You groan and hide under the pillow. Your shift starts at noon. You can’t spend all morning doing nothing or the whole day is wasted.

You drag yourself out of bed. Your grandma is still asleep. You’re sure she was up until dawn with her latest haul from the used book store. You clean up the cluster of wrappers around her chair and tidy up the kitchen, dumping the old coffee and brewing a new pot.

You go to grab your phone and pause as you see an unusual notification. Your email? Huh. You don’t really use that besides for school. You open it up, thinking it might be about enrolment. No. It’s him. Andy. Holy moly.

You scroll up and down, skimming the blocks of text. Oh god. You hit delete. You’re not reading all that. You said what needed to be said.

You have your coffee and load the machine for whenever your mother gets out of bed. You eat and wash up, catching up on some Youtube before you make yourself get your uniform on. You head out, walking to work to enjoy the sunshine, and key in between tying on your apron and chatting with Gavin, the high schooler who does half-shifts every now and then.

He leaves at four and you have your complimentary cone just after five. Peanut butter chocolate; classic. You eat at the window as you watch the mostly empty street. Your phone vibrates and you slide it out, hoping to take advantage of the lull.

WhatsApp request? No way. The shammy recruiters always want a piece of you. At least you never fell for that.

You bite into the cone and your phone suddenly blows up with Insta notifications. Bots! Ugh. So annoying. Every new follower is faceless with some generated name. You mute the notifications and put your cell away. You really are a boring person.

As you look up, tires crush over a patch of gravel and your barely catch a glimpse of the car as it rolls just around the corner. You feel like you’ve missed something. Maybe your grandma is right about you always having your nose buried in a screen. Who is she to talk? She lives in her novels.

Your shift ends at eight. You lock up and stop by the convenience store down the block. Nothing special, just a tray of carbonara you can shove in the nuke. As you pay at the counter, the door chimes to signal another customer. You accept your meagre meal as the other patron strides into the aisle. You don’t look over as you go directly for the door. You’re starving for more than a scoop.

Your footsteps seem to echo through the dull streets. The frozen meal makes your hand hurt as your other holds your cell phone close. You text Kara as you finally get through the essay she wrote about Calvin’s latest antics. You wish you could convince her to play something. You feel aimless without an analog stick under your thumb.

There’s a scuff, close behind you, loud enough to make you jump. You fumble with your phone and glance over your shoulder. You don’t see anything but the thick oak outside Luella’s. Ugh. Alright, you need to eat and lay down. It hasn’t been a busy day but still a long one.

You pass through your grandma’s front door. She’s where she always is, in her chair, but something’s off. Something’s different. The smell of pollen hangs in the air and a pot stands on the coffee table with several white orchids tall in the soil. You frown. The last time you got her flowers, she didn’t even put them in a vase.

“Oh, those are pretty,” you say.

“Mph, not mine,” she grumbles, not looking up.

“Not... who’s...”

“Delivery man said your name. I didn’t read the card. I’m not a snoop.”

You nod, thankful at least that she isn’t nosy. You go to the table and examine the pot. Who would send you flowers?

You take the card off the tall pronged stick and open the envelope. You slide out the paper and unfold it.

‘I know I’ve told you a million times, so I’ll show you how sorry I am instead. Yours always, Andy.’

You nearly drop your handful. Your eyes flick up to the pot and you have to stop yourself from pushing it off the table. What the hell? How... how does he know where you live? You never even mentioned what town you’re from. He only knows your college and it’s so small, he wouldn’t have heard of it.

It’s enough to unsettle you. That he knows where you live is bad enough but the flowers themselves make a point. It’s not over. He’s not walking away but what else can you say to make him? Didn’t he get it? You think were pretty nice considering.

“You got some boy?” Your grandma raises her eyes from the page. You can’t remember the last time she even bothered looking at you.

“Not exactly,” you tuck the card away and put it in your pocket. “I’m going to make my dinner.”

“Eh,” she grumbles, “fine. Get them flowers somewhere else. They stink.”

You lift the vase, hugging it around the pot, and carry it from the room. You balance it against your hip and go into the kitchen. You use your free hand to pull open the freezer and put the pasta inside. You’re not so hungry anymore.

🎮

The irises are pretty. The pot they came in is fancy, probably expensive. It underlines once more the gap between you and the real Jacob. Between you and Andy.

It only reminds you of how ridiculous you must have sounded. So, you just can’t understand why he’s doing this? Why is he still trying? For you? A girl with dwindling hopes of even finishing her low-tier college degree.

You try to forget. You don’t have a shift that day but you can’t just sit around. Usually, you would. You’d hole up in your bedroom and play video games. Not anymore. He ruined that. You’re disappointed you’re letting him.

You got down to the library for a while and wander around. There’s nothing there you’re very interested in. They still haven’t got the latest release in the series you’d read in high school. Oh well, you’ll wait around until one day you learn the fate of those revolutionary spies.

You walk the main strip of the town. It isn’t very extensive. There’s a coffee shop and the used bookstore which also carries hobby supplies. There’s the same diner that’s been there since you were a kid and the interchangeable business that open and close year after year.

There’s a vibe in your pocket. It’s not Kara. Another WhatsApp request, more Insta bots, and Discord. You haven’t been on the server in ages. You couldn’t keep up with all the channels and most of it was arguing about mining strategies.

It’s Andy. Frig. You should’ve blocked him there too. You just hadn’t thought of it.

‘Did you like the flowers?’

You don’t answer but he’ll see that you read it. It isn’t long before he’s typing.

‘I am still very sorry. I wish you’d talk to me. Hear me out.’

Hear him out? He said everything. His son is dead and he lied to you. That’s not anything you can hash out.

‘I know you’re not working today. I’ll make a new world and we can chat there.’

No. That’s not going to happen. Over. O-V-E-R. It’s done. You’re not going to be like Kara. When you cut the cord, it’s snipped.

You won’t answer. That’s just bait. He’ll keep nibbling if you do that. You press the chat settings and block. That’s better, you can’t breathe.

You put your phone on silent and back in your pocket. You wish you had the money to try the sushi place. It won’t last long in the bodunk town so you probably won’t ever get to. Oh well. Back on campus, they sell decent California rolls at the cafeteria. Decent, not necessarily good.

You go home. To your grandma’s house. It doesn’t always feel like home. You know she’s counting the days until you leave. You are too.

You wish you were brave enough to apologise. To say sorry your mom and dad didn’t want you. That she got stuck with you. It feels like saying it out loud would be worse. Just wallow in the unspoken resent, one day you won’t ever come back and maybe then you can both be happy.

In your room, you don’t know what to do with yourself. Your Switch taunts you from across the room. You want to mine or race or even scare yourself with some Hellblade. You can’t. More Youtube. More wasted time. That’s what people like you do; people from small towns with no one who loves them and no money; waste time.

The mindless videos help you relax but not forget. You just can’t get rid of the little tickle at the back of your head. There’s a tinge of shame that remains and a sliver of guilt. It will go. It has to, one day.

You catch yourself staring at the orchid. You can smell it. You want to throw it away but that feels rude. Even if Andy would never know, even if you shouldn’t care. He hurt you, didn’t he? He lied. Well, you could give it to Mahalia next door, she loves flowers.

You lay in indecision. You don’t want to do anything but lay there. Now that you’re still, you have no strength. Your day off is chipped away in your laziness.

The next day awaits you with another shift at the booth. And the day after and the day after.

Your fourth day in a row and you get a new Discord message. You know even before you open it, even by the blank avatar and nondescript username. It’s him. Just leave me alone. Let it go. Let me forget.

‘I know you don’t want to hear from me but I need you to hear me. I can’t stop thinking of you and what happened. I can do better. Please, let me apologise.’

Blocked. Again.

Work. Again.

You’re half asleep as you fill cones with soft serve. You smile and swallow yawns, faking it for the hyper children and cheerful couples.

When it slows, you work on cleaning the freezer, switching out empty containers with ones from the deep freeze. As you check the soft serve, there’s a tap on the open walk-up window. Oh shoot. You should’ve been paying better attention.

You turn back to greet the next customer but as you approach the window, your chest deflates. Frozen, like the tubs around you. You stare at Andy as he smiles at you. He wears a short-sleeve button up with blue, grey, and white stripes. His hair blows in the soft breeze.

“Do you have butterscotch ripple?” He asks brightly.

You blink and hesitate. You don’t know what to do. How did he get here? How did he find you? Why is he here?

You reach for the window and before he can stop you, you shut it. You lock it from the inside and step back. His face falls and his brow arches as he stands straight. He says your name, his voice muffled by the glass, and puts his palm to the barrier.

“Please,” he begs.

You shake your head and turn your back to him. If your manager was here, you’d be in shit. That’s a no-no. Never turn away a customer, only shut the window when you lock up.

You ignore him and go back to tidying. There could be a line up out there but you don’t care. Your hands are shaking and it’s not just the temperature.

You just can’t believe he’s there. You can’t believe he won’t just give up. You don’t want to believe it because you’re afraid. You’re terrified and he seems entirely clueless about how scary he’s being.

Flowers are one thing but showing up at your job? That’s a flaming red flag that even you can see. Not only because you told him plainly that you don’t want to talk to him again, but because he’s a grown man. Fortysomething and he can’t take a hint. Why would a man his age want to talk to someone as young as you? That’s another red flag on its own. As if catfishing you wasn’t enough.

#andy barber #dark andy barber #dark!andy barber #andy barber x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #end game #defending jacob

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jinxedshapeshifter · 6 months ago

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Something I think is really interesting about the Gavin bros is their color palettes and I 100% think that any potential symbolism from it was intentional.

Klavier's skin, hair, and eyes are all a bit darker than Kristoph's. Their hair colors are technically the same, but Klavier's appears darker because of how it's shaded. Klavier's eyes are a dark slate color, Kristoph's are lighter and more blue. Klavier's skin is tanner than Kristoph's.

This goes to their outfits too. Klavier always wears dark purple and black, while Kristoph wears blue, pink, and white. The darkest thing in Kristoph's outfit is the black waistcoat that's barely visible under his suit jacket, and Klavier similarly wears silver chains that really emphasize how dark everything else he wears is.

This is so interesting to me. Like it doesn't just create contrast in regards to them being siblings, it also creates contrast in regards to their morals and roles in the story. Klavier is a genuinely good guy, although he is a bit chaotic about it. Kristoph pretends to be a good guy, but is an attempted serial killer (successful serial killer in AJ:AA's bad ending) and only cares about himself and his reputation. Their color palettes, very likely by design, throw you off when you first meet them, not helped by the "antagonistic attorney" inversion; every defense attorney we've met before Apollo Justice is a genuinely good person, and every prosecutor starts off as a dick. That expectation is completely flipped on its head in Apollo Justice; you expect Kristoph to be a good guy, then he's the first murderer you get convicted, and you expect Klavier to be an unhelpful asshole but he's a harmless troll at worst (unlike every prosecutor prior to Apollo Justice. Klavier never intentionally tries to hurt Apollo or Apollo's case).

#ace attorney #klavier gavin #kristoph gavin #apollo justice ace attorney #i might start keeping count of every time i analyze klavier and kristoph. theyre fascinating to me

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Kryptonite(18+)

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Summary: ellie hated everyone, except you. You go out to the bar one night and some guy bothers you, she punched his ass ofc. You get into a small fight but then you guys go back to her place and things get freaky;)

Cw: fighting, drinking, smut, strap-on sucking, strap-on sex, scissoring, rough sex, degrading, praising, spanking, the tiniest bit of overstimulation

A/n: ooh this is seriously dirtyyy! 😭 sorry if I missed any content warnings but I really think that's all. Also, I've been going back to my previous fics and rereading and I just now realize I misspell so much and like forget words, so I'm sorry for all my grammar fuck ups lmao

Ellie Williams was many things, but nice was not one of them. People usually tried to steer clear of her, knowing her mood was negative more often than not. But of course, there was the occasional time when somebody made the mistake of trying to be friendly with her. It typically ended with Ellie cursing them out, or insulting them somehow. And then you'd come around, always calming her down and putting a smile on her face.

Everybody found it odd, from the minute you'd been welcomed to Jackson, Ellie was always so sweet to you. It honestly had jaw dropping, everyone was shocked to say the least. On top of that, it made no sense. I mean, some random girl comes into town and she just happened to be Ellie Williams kryptonite? Absolutely zero sense.

Nobody dared to question it though, and anytime they did Ellie had a lot to say. The main point she'd give was that it was simply 'none of their fucking business', among other things. You, yourself, found it a bit odd. You'd heard stories about Ellie from various people around town, and it was hard to believe she could be so harsh and mean. Was she really as cruel as they'd said? You'd never know, because she was nothing but kind to you.

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After deciding to get ballsy on patrol, Ellie was sentenced to the unbearable punishment of laundry duty for a week. The only good part of it being that she got to see you, you had been a clothing designer before all this apocalypse shit happened so you knew a lot about clothing. This being the reason for your permanent work assignment staying laundry duty, you'd requested that it be permanent. Maria had no issue doing thst for you, and you were beyond thankful. You and no interest in getting yourself into any kind of danger, doing patrol or something else.

Currently, Ellie was trying to figure out what the hell she was supposed to do with the laundry detergent. She looked at the various bottles, grabbing then to read the instructions on the back. After a minute of trying to comprehend what she was meant to do, she let out a frustrated sigh before slamming the yellow bottle back in its place on the shelf.

"I could help you out, you know?" A brunette boy suggested with a sweet smile, he was younger and very clearly meant no harm.

"Fuck off" She scoffed harshly, "I don't need your help." Her tone was aggressive as she walked back over to the baskets of clothing.

She decided to sort them by color instead, that was something she was capable of. Five minutes or so passed and you came in, late. Very unusual for you, you were one of those people who was either early or on time. But late, you were never late. Ellie's face immediately lit up when she saw you, she smiled from ear to ear as she ran over to pull you in for a hug.

"Oh, hi" You laughed, wrapping your own arms around the girl, "somebody missed me." You joked.

"Shut up" She smirked at you, rolling her eyes, "why are you late? You're never late." She asked, a hint of worry in her tone.

"Um, I was just talking to Gavin, guess I got caught up." Your cheeks flushed red, Gavin was the guy you had a crush on for weeks now.

Ellie couldn't wrap her head around why, he was such a dick. Not that you'd be able to figure that out by the way he acted. He pretended to be a nice, caring guy. But he wasn't either of those things. And since he had you in a chokehold, for some unknown reason, you'd have to find that out the hard way. Ellie tried to tell you, relaying stories she'd heard from friends who'd been with him. But you were just lovesick.

"Oh, k." Her smile dropped now, and she spoke monotonly as she had no interest in why you were so busy talking with Gavin.

You furrowed your brows slightly at her sudden change in demeanor, but ultimately you ignored it. Smiling, you walked over to greet Samuel, the brunette boy who'd usually help you out with laundry.

"Good afternoon, Samuel! How are you today?" You asked, but he seemed kinda down.

He hadn't given you an answer, just shrugged, so you walked over to him and asked what was up. He motioned for you to lean in, so that he could whisper in your ear. Samuel told you about how Ellie had told him to 'fuck off.' And you let out a dramatic gasp.

"Ellie Williams! Did you tell my sweet bo Samuel to fuck off?" You asked sternly, hands on you hips as you made your way over to the girl.

She bit her lip, her cheeks flushed red as she knew she'd been caught.

"Maybe... I'm sorry!" She apologized with a frown, looking at you with pleading eyes.

"Do not talk to my sweet little helper that way, he's my friend." You scolded her just a bit more, and she nodded in understanding.

"Oh, hey could you help me with the detergent? I'm not really sure what to use." She asked you, pointing her thumb in the direction of the shelf filled with various laundry detergents.

"Yes, if you promise to be nicer to my dear friend Samuel." You raised your brows.

"Promise..." She smiled with a playful eye roll.

You proceeded to help her with the detergent, making sure she'd remember for next time. Ellie would continue her work duties, bored out of her mind as she prayed to be let back onto patrol early for good behavior. At a certain point in the day, she'd just be eyeing the clock, counting down the hours until she could finally be free from this torture. You, however, didn't mind the job one bit. It actually brought you joy, helped you to relax even. It reminded you of the days before.. everything.

Once it did fall time to clock out, Ellie was quick to rush out of the laundry area, waiting for you outside. You'd chuckle to yourself and shake your head, she was so dramatic. On your way out, you waved a goodbye to Samuel then smiled as you found Ellie leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.

"Hey, wanna go to the bar?" She asked with a cheeky smile.

You sighed through your nose, hesitant as Ellie was a terrible drunk.

"Fine. But Ellie, please don't get too drunk." You asked, taking her hands in your own.

"Ok... come on." She smiled as she held your hand and walked the two of you to the bar.

Once you got there, you took seats at the bar and Ellie ordered for the both of you. Alcohol wasn't really your thing, but she seemed to know her way around it pretty well. And you trusted her, which was a good choice because when you took a sip of your drink it was absolutely delicious. After another drink and the passing of some time, Gavin had made an appearance.

You saw him and a smile spread across your face, your eyes lit up and your knees felt weak. Ellie took notice to your mood change, following your eyes to see the man himself. She rolled her eyes and let out a small groan as she rested her head in her hand. You turned back around, sipping from your drink and trying to act cool. Then, Gavin had come to sit beside you.

"Hey Y/n, how you doing?" He greeted, the sound of his voice had you giggling.

"Hi, I'm good. How are you?" You asked in return, playing with your hair a bit.

"Oh I'm doing just great. Who's your friend?" He asked, gesturing to Ellie who was now on her third drink.

You sucked in a breath through clenched teeth.

"Oh, this is-" Ellie had cut you off.

"I'm Ellie." She answered him with a harsh tone.

"Well, nice to meet ya Ellie" Gavins voice trailed off as he looked at the door, "I've gotta go." He sent a little wave your way.

You waved back with furrowed brows, then frowned as he was meeting a girl who just walked in. She was pretty, long blonde hair and a striking figure. You sighed, dropping your head down on the bar with a groan. Ellie sighed.

"What's wrong?" She asked in a soft tone, bringing a hand to rub up and down your back soothingly.

"I'm a fucking idiot." Was all you muttered, not picking your head up until a minute later.

You turned around and honestly felt like you could cry when you saw the two of then dancing together, he had his hands on her waist and pulled her unbelievably closer. She laughed as her hands wrapped around the back of his neck. You turned back to look at Ellie, the pout on your face more evident than anything.

"Oh, come on, he's an asshole anyways" Ellie rolled her eyes, glancing over at the dancing pair, then she stood and reached out a hand, "come on baby, dance with me."

You smiled, placing your hand in hers and letting out a small laugh as she pulled you to stand with her. At first, you just held hands and bounced around to some faster songs. But then about two songs later, a slower song came on. Your cheeks flushed red and you took a step back, only for Ellie to snake a hand around your waist and pull you closer.

"Ellie.. what are you doing?" You whispered as she held your waist and pulled you in tight, so that you were practically hugging.

"Dancing." She whispered in return.

You giggled and brought your arms around her shoulders, leaning in so your head rested on one of them. Ellie smiled as her eyes fell shut, your perfume greeting her kindly. You sighed as you relaxed under her touch, nobody could make you feel the way she did. Her hands found their way to your lower back, rubbing small circles onto it. You'd nuzzle your face in her neck, smiling as you brought your hands to play with her hair.

"Fuck Y/n.." Ellie groaned under her breath.

You giggled, lifting your head to meet her eyes. She looked at you like you were the only girl in the world. You looked down at your feet, then back at her. Your breath hitched as your eyes couldn't seem to focus on hers anymore, but rather on her slightly chapped lips. She had to have noticed because a smirk slowly formed on her face. Before you'd do anything you would regret, you stepped back from her. The loss of her touch left you feeling empty, but you would ignore it and just smile as you excused yourself.

"I have to use the bathroom." You simply said, and she took a seat at the bar once again as you made your way to the restroom.

You didn't actually have to go, so instead you washed your hands underneath cold water. And you splashed some on your face for good measure, you'd been getting unbelievably hot during your dance with Ellie. Once you could no longer feel your heart beating in your ears, you left the bathroom to return to Ellie. Unfortunately, there had been someone waiting for you outside.

"Hey, you know you look really good tonight." Gavin spoke smugly as he leaned against the wall.

"Yeah? Thanks." You scoffed, "shouldn't you be getting back to your date?" You spoke matter of factly, trying to push past him.

Your efforts didn't get you much of anywhere, his hand now finding a tight grip on your forearm while the other went to hold your face. You rolled your eyes with a frustrated sigh.

"Ok, come on Gavin I'm really not in the mood." You spoke coldly, willing him to just take the hint and leave you alone.

He tsked, leaning down to whisper in your ear,

"Come on angel, just let me show you a good time." You shuddered at his words, disgusted.

That was your last straw and you found the energy to shove him off of you and into the wall with a hard thud. Then, you saw Ellie turning the corner, her fists balled at her sides as her brows knitted together with anger.

"The fucks going on here?" She asked gruffly.

"Ellie, it's nothing. I'm fine." You placed a hand on her chest, trying to convince her.

Of course it didn't work because the next thing you knew you were watching as she punched Gavin so hard he'd fallen over. Her knuckles were red, and his face began to bruise.

"Ellie!" You screamed as your hands went over your mouth in shock.

Before she could get any other hits in, you'd held her by her shoulders as you dragged her outside. She yelled at the poor guy the entire time. Sending a good amount of threats his way.

"What is wrong with you!" You shouted at the girl as the two of you now stood outside in the chilly night.

"Me? He deserved it and you know it!" She'd shouted back, gesturing with her hands, something she did often when she was angry.

"Yeah maybe, but still! You can't just go around punching every guy that bothers me, I can take care of myself you know?" Your hands were on your hips.

"Oh god, this again? I can't keep having this fucking conversation with you, Y/n!" She gritted her teeth.

"What conversation? The one where I have to constantly remind you that I'm a full grown adult, and I am entirely capable of taking care of and defening myself? I mean seriously Ellie, what's the problem? Do you think that I can't take care of myself?" You asked with a frustrated sigh.

"What, no! Of course I know you can, but I just- I care about you a lot and you shouldn't have to take care of yourself. It makes me feel good to defend you, I don't know why it just does. And I'm... sorry." Sge struggled to get the apology out.

"It's ok. Let's just go home, sleep it off." Your suggestion sounded good, but Ellie stopped you with a hand on your wrist.

"Wait." You looked at her with questioning eyes, wondering what else she had to say.

Turns out, she didn't have anything to say. Instead, she had brought one hand to your waist and the other to the back of your neck. She bit her lip, her eyes flickering between your own and your lips. After a minute or so had passed, she just couldn't resist. She pulled you in and connected her lips with yours, kissing you like it was the end of the world.

"Ellie~" You whined as you parted from the kiss for a moment, immediately diving back in.

This time, you pressed your tongue to her bottom lip. And she gladly let you in, opening her mouth wide so she could taste your tongue on hers. It was something from another world, you'd felt dizzy and giddy, and there was something else too. There was this heat between your legs, it almost hurt. You whimpered into her mouth at the unfamiliar feeling.

"What's wrong baby?" She asked, her forehead resting against yours.

"I don't know, 's all achy down there." You admitted, embarrassed as you'd only dare to stare down at her shoes.

Ellie let out a sinful chuckle,

"Well, I think I could help with that." She gave you one last kiss before taking you to her house.

You stood in her living room, your hand coming to scratch the back of your neck awkwardly as she rushed upstairs to grab 'a little something special' from her room. You'd wondered what she could be grabbing, but not for long as she returned swiftly without her bottoms now and a large black strap tightened around her hips. Your eyes widened at the sight of it, and you knew you wanted it inside of you. Your mouth watered at just the thought of her fucking your brains out.

She walked over to you with a smirk, pulling you in for yet another kiss. You smiled into it, letting out small moans here and there as the taste of her tongue felt so good against your own. You'd sighed as she pulled your top off, now placing kisses along your jaw and neck. It wasn't long before she was placing feather light kisses to the top of your boobs, then palming them roughly as she watched your face contort with pleasure.

"Get on your knees." She ordered after a minute, and you were quick to oblige.

Getting down on the floor, you looked up at Ellie with lustful eyes. She grabbed a fistful of your hair, taking a step closer to you as she held her strap in the other hand. You licked your lips before chewing slightly at your bottom one.

"Open that pretty little mouth of yours for me baby." She cooed, her hand tightening in your hair as you'd opened wide.

She chuckled as she pushed her cock into your mouth, watching with nothing but joy as she shoved it as far as it could go. You'd gagged, unable to help it, then you let out a small whimper which was muffled by her large cock. She groaned at this, tugging your hair a bit, which brought a lengthy moan from your lips.

"Fuck baby, look at you being a good little slut. Taking my cock down your throat so well. Good girl." The praise she'd given you had gotten you even wetter, if that was even possible.

Ellie would continue to move your head up and down for a bit longer until she was satisfied, carefully she removed her hand from your hair and let you pull back. Your lips left her cock with a satisfying pop sound and she smiled sinfully as she pulled you to stand. She brought a hand to your chin, wiping your saliva that had dripped down your chin while you were kept busy deep-throating her.

She'd snaked her hands around you now, gripping at your ass before giving it a harsh smack that made your body jolt with pleasure and excitement. Another kiss was brought to your lips by her, but not for long as you'd pulled away quickly.

"Ellie, please." You whimpered, she only let out a small chuckle.

"Please what? Use your words baby." She kept a finger under your chin.

"Please," another moan, "fuck me. Fuck me good and hard, please I need you." You were begging shamelessly now, and she loved it.

"Well, aren't you cute. Your wish is my command, princess." She smiled as she backed you up to the couch, lying down before pulling you on top of her.

You sat straddling her for a minute, she rubbed your thighs with her hands soothingly before ridding you of both your jeans and panties in just one motion. You bit your lip as she held your hips, lifting you so the head of her strap just grazed your dripping hole. She'd continue to tease you for what felt like ages, before you just couldn't take it anymore so you'd taken it upon yourself to lower down onto her cock. You threw your head back with a loud, pornagraphic moan as you felt the burning stretch inside of you.

Ellie scoffed,

"Did I say you could do that? Eager little slut, you're gonna regret that." She groaned as you continued making the sweetest sounds as she gripped your hips harder.

She'd waste no time, immediately thrusting into you roughly and at a fast pace that had your head spinning. Occasionally, she'd bring a hand up from your hip to place a firm smack against your ass, in the same spot every time. You were sure there'd be a mark, but you didn't care because it felt so fucking good. Then, she'd angled herself just ever so slightly differently and began to hit a spot that you didn't even know existed.

"Oh, oh god! Fuck yes, right there Ellie. Fuckk." You moaned as you called out her name, your hands finding their way to her chest as you began to grind your hips down against her.

"Oh yeah, you like that slut?" She asked, using the rather vulgar name that only got you hotter.

You nodded, feeling as if your vision went hot white at the pleasure you were feeling. It was so phenomenal, you almost thought you mightve been dreaming. But then, she stopped and held your hips tightly so you couldn't move an inch.

"Fucking answer me." She commanded.

"Yes yes. Yes I love it. Please keep going. Please." You whimpered, tears welling in your eyes.

"That's my girl." She smiled as she resumed her rough thrusts, loosening her grip on your hips so you could rut against her as well.

She bit back a moan as the strap had been hitting against her clit just right, that and the sight of you was more than enough to make her cum. The way your tits bounced underneath your scarlet red lace bra, and how beautiful your face looked as you moaned loudly. And oh the way you said her name was just so fucking sexy.

"Ellie- I'm gonna" your breath hitched with a gasp, "fuck 'm gonna cum." your moans got even louder somehow.

"Me too baby, come on cum with me. Come on baby." She'd finally let out a small moan and that sent you over the edge.

However you didn't just cum, you were gushing all over her beautifully long strap as well as her thighs. Ellie moaned louder at the sight of you squirting all over her cock, and then got her own release. She didn't stop pounding into you as she rode out her own high, and it didn't take long before you were feeling overstimulated. But you'd do anything to watch as her eyes squeezed shut with the pleasure of her orgasm.

"Mmn- fuck." She let out a small groan as she removed her cock from your hole, a small string of your slick connecting it still.

You let out a small sigh of exhaustion as you layed against her chest, smiling as her hands came to rub up and down your back. You lied there together for a minute or so before she finally spoke.

"Let's go to my room." She whispered, and you didn't say anything in return.

You'd just followed her upstairs and watched as she removed her strap, sitting on the bed and patting the spot next to her. You joined her and sat with your back against the headboard, leaning forward as she came to kiss you. You'd pulled at her shirt and giggled a bit as she ripped it off, revealing her black sports bra. Then, she'd used one hand to spread your legs before getting into position.

One of her legs straddled your hip, a hand on your shoulder and the other on your waist. Her eyes fell shut as she let out an airy moan when she'd ground her throbbing clit against your own, and you'd let out a similar sound.

"Fuck, baby. Your pussy feels so good against mine." She bit her lip, letting out more moans as she thrusted against you.

Sure, the way Ellie had pounded into you earlier was amazing and beyond pleasurable. But there was just something so euphoric about her sopping wet pussy gliding against your own. The feeling of your slicks mixing together just drove you insane. Apparently it had the same effect on Ellie because she was louder than ever, moaning and whimpering with great pleasure.

Your breath quickened as you felt yourself getting close again, and began to move your own hips against her as well. This made Ellie let out a guttural groan.

"Oh yeah, just like that baby." She said in an almost whisper, her eyes falling shut with pleasure.

And with a few more thrusts, the both of you reached yet another release. Now you weren't the only one making noise, Ellie was moaning while also letting out "thank you's and 'fuck's. After fully riding out your highs, Ellie lied down next to you. She brought a hand to wipe her forehead, it dribbled with sweat and her hair stuck to it a bit.

You felt your eyes vetting heavy, snuggling against Ellies side as you let them fall shut. She'd hold you for a minute before standing up.

"Don't fall asleep yet, baby. I wanna get you cleaned up first." She placed a kiss to your forehead, going to the bathroom then returning with a wet rag.

She wiped you down gently, placing soft kisses along your body on the way. Once she finished that, she'd given you a t-shirt of hers to wear to sleep. She climbed back into bed, pulling you to lay on her chest. You snuggled your head into the crook of her neck, bringing your hands to wrap around her shoulders.

"Goodnight Els." You said sleepily.

"Goodnight baby." She responded with a kiss on top of your head.

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