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Everytime I see posts like this I get filled with such profound sadness

Cause you know who has the same brainrot as you? The same unhinged feelings as you after you've read the fic? The person who always wants to scream about the fic with you?

THE PERSON WHO WROTE IT

I never used to leave comments but since I got into the habit of commenting on everything i enjoy it's been incredible. Especially when the author gets back to me about it and we get to have a discussion of what other ideas they had. One writer replied to my comment with a 5 paragraph essay detailing the Floorplan of the building the characters lived in and it was incredible

Anyways this is all to say that if you find a fic that just makes you want to scream from the rooftops, leave a comment saying that to the author and maybe they will join you and you can scream incoherently together

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guy sitting in front of me in class was vandalizing wikipedia and i kept reverting his edits as soon as he made them and he couldn't figure out why it was happening

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i just read the fic, and oh my god. good fucking god, i'm going to be thinking about that all day... THANK YOU, very worth the wait...

I'm so glad you like it!!! thank you for waiting so long 💀💀💀

#andy shouts

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IT'S DONE AND ITS UP ON AO3 !!!!!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/55287592 I'll put it on Tumblr later today I am so sorry it took this long ☹️☹️

checking up on the latest gideon fic again. i hope you're doing okay.

it is so close to being done i just don't know what to do for the actual sex 💀 four whole pages of setup and stuff oh my god it's killing me. i am doing like really bad though 😭 plus its eoc season and im really stressed over bio. it will be done soon maybe even tonight

#andy shouts #gideon graves x reader #gideon graves smut

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checking up on the latest gideon fic again. i hope you're doing okay.

it is so close to being done i just don't know what to do for the actual sex 💀 four whole pages of setup and stuff oh my god it's killing me. i am doing like really bad though 😭 plus its eoc season and im really stressed over bio. it will be done soon maybe even tonight

#andy shouts

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Team Sonic, Dark, Rose and Chaotix at the team selection screen in Sonic Heroes (2003)

#im chlling with the chaotix

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did you ever finish that gideon mind control fic? i don't mean to rush at all, i am just curious! i hope you are well, aside from me asking.

NO THANK YOU FOR ASKING BECAUSE I COMPLETELY FORGOT. I WILL START ON IT SOON OH MY GOF 😭😭😭😭😭 THANK YOU FOR REMINDING ME

#andy shouts

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Scream this is iconic….

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*THIS WAS SENT TO A FRIEND. NOT ME*

the friend who received this is too nice to say something about it but i have reached a point now where i have seen them receive so many messages like this that i just can't keep my mouth shut anymore

this is straight up evil behaviour. whatever lighthearted tone this anon thought they were sending this with, i don't care. it's gross in every sense.

i'm speaking directly to whoever sent this now and frankly, if you follow me, non, unfollow me right fucking now because i don't want this energy anywhere near my blog. it hurts enough that you've targeted my friends with it.

listen up because apparently it bears repeating for the millionth fucking time -

FANFICTION AUTHORS ARE HUMAN BEINGS. they have lives and jobs and school and things they struggle with. maybe they've even spoken publicly about their struggles in the hopes their readers would understand them a bit better because at the end of the day this is a community and they have every right to use this space however they fucking want to.

"don't start a fic you can't finish" - literally shut up. shut up! we are not paid to do this, i will start and not finish whatever the fuck i want.

and holy shit, anon. as if this message wasn't disgusting enough, please let me state plainly something you "desperately" need to hear: no robot can give you what a human writer can. and the fact that you even threatened to just go to AI at this point shows how little you care about storytellers and all they provide for you.

again, i don't care if every word of this message was sent in jest or meant to be read playfully. it's not fucking cute. this shit hurts writers and ya'll need to realize that.

if you take time out of your life to send messages like this, you're a bad person. period. this is not how fanfic works, it's not how the world works. if you can wait two-three years for a movie or a new season of your favourite tv show, you can wait a few months for a fanfic to update. or you can wait forever. we literally owe you nothing.

i'm done sugarcoating it, ya'll. disrespectfully, grow up. grow up! enough is enough.

anyway

#small enough to not have to deal with this shit #plus i only do oneshots bcuz i know i cant commit but #wowie zowie thats crazy #if that ever happens to me and yall arent on anon yall are getting blocked 😭

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slippery people.

max shows up at your door randomly one afternoon. (1,941 words.) (proper punctuation + capitalization in the fic.) (fic named after slippery people by the talking heads.) (character is aged up.)

Knock knock. That's strange. You weren't expecting anyone today. Maybe it's someone looking for your mom? You walk over to the door, opening the door when who do you see but- "Hey, Max. Uh, what brings you here?" He wrings his hands anxiously, giving you a small smile. "Just bored, I suppose. Have any plans?" "Uh, no, I guess I don't. Guess I could use some company. Come on in." You move out of the way, letting him in. He looks around as if he's committing every detail to memory, nodding to himself. It's honestly quite awkward. "Um, could I get you anything? Something to drink?" He ponders your question for a moment, before turning and nodding to you. "Just some water would be nice." He follows you to the kitchen, watching your every move. His gaze is intense, and you nearly drop the cup just from how anxious he's making you. You hand him the water, walking over to the record player in your living room. You flip through your vinyl collection before grabbing Speaking In Tongues. Max sits next to you, hands placed politely in his lap. Something's off about him. He's already normally strange, but there's something especially up with him. You put on the record, turning towards him. You guys just stare at each other. The eye contact lasts for several minutes. It's extremely awkward. You have nothing to say and he just doesn't want to say anything. Despite how uncomfortable the situation is, you can't help but notice how pretty his eyes are. There's an aching pain buried deep inside them, something weighing him down severely. Ever so gently, you reach out and cup his face, stroking his cheek gently with your thumb. He looks confused, but eases into the touch extremely quickly. "Max... What hurt you? Who hurt you?" He simply sniffles, closing his eyes. He blushes cherry red and he whimpers. He whimpers. "Stay with me. Please. I don't wanna be alone right now." You nod, pulling him into a hug. You stay like that for a little while, just listening to music and holding each other, basically cradling him in your arms. Max stares up at you, those pretty eyes nearly begging you for… something. “Y’know… you look so pretty right now…” You’re immediately taken aback from his words, since you’ve never really been complimented too much. “Uh… does that make me look like my mom?” You joke but he scoffs and shakes his head. “I’ve moved on. Je suis fou de toi…” You just kinda stare at him, confused. He smiles and shakes his head. He moves up to pin you beneath him, glasses magically staying on his nose without sliding down. “I see you don’t take french?” You shake your head no, he nods, giving you an almost condescending look. “That’s alright, mon amour. I hope you don’t mind me using it…” He gently leans in, holding your chin betwixt his pointer and thumb. You, albeit confused, aren’t necessarily apprehensive. You’ve always thought he was pretty, and although being dorky, it's kind of in a cute way. You lean in to go to kiss him, but he moves up to kiss your forehead, fooling you. He lets out a small chuckle, enjoying how you blush. “Do you wanna make out?” Max’s eyes widen. “Wh- pardon?”

“Do you- do you wanna make out?” You anxiously look around the room, eyes looking anywhere but his. Once more, silence. Nothing but the sound of your heartbeats, the heavy breathing. He leans in and kisses you deeply. It takes you a moment to kiss back, just from the sheer shock of his actions. Neither of you guys really know exactly how to kiss, but it’s amazing regardless. “Wow. That- um- that was nice.” Max just kind of nods, leaning down to kiss you once more. And then again. And a few more times for good measure. Next thing you know, you’re making out with him. It’s messy, but it's sweet. Eventually he pulls away, panting and flushed. “You look good underneath me.” As you glance away, he tilts your chin to make you look at him. “Do I look good on top of you?” You simply nod, unable to break eye contact. He gives you a toothy smile, braces glinting a bit in this lighting. He gives you another chaste kiss before lifting you up. Surprised, you squeak. With how he looks it's easy to forget he’s on the wrestling team. He lays you on your bed, getting back up on top of you, effectively pinning you to the bed. “Do you want this?” Max’s voice is breathy, he's very flushed. You scoff, and he shakes his head. “Words, I need words darling.” He taps your jaw, pressing small kisses to your neck. “Nh- yes, yes, I want you.” There's tears in your eyes, he’s gotten you so worked up, your heart is pounding. He nods, a grin as if he just won some type of game. He kisses you again, pulling unbuttoning your shirt. As Max pulls away, he leans down to suck on your nipples. You keen into his touch, back arching. You aren't used to this kind of feeling. He sucks like he's a man starved, tongue laving over the now hard bumps. He goes at it for a good while, pulling off the rest of your clothes and his. You run your hands along his sides after he detached from your chest, gently pinching his nipples. He gasps, looking totally blindsided by that. He grasps your wrist and slams you down once more. He kisses you forcefully again, pushing one finger into your hole, beginning to finger you. His fingers - while not thick - are very long and press perfectly into the spots that make you clench around him like a vice.

“Goddamn… you are fucking tight. You are completely untouched, huh…” You nod fervently, arching back into his hand as he adds another finger, curling into your insides perfectly. Max begins to stretch you out, pulling apart his fingers while still in you. He stretches you beautifully, groaning. He stares down at your cunt, looking nearly transfixed. “Damn… that's… beautiful. Gushing around my fingers like this, so damn tight. So… perfect.” It’s like a switch was flipped, he's suddenly far less dominant. More mellowed out. His praise gets to you in a heavy way, hips bucking up into his hand. He watches all of your expressions and movements in awe. Max pushes another finger into you, continuing to stretch you out. “You look… adorable.” You look up at him. His glasses are askew, lips parted and glistening, pupils blown extremely wide. He’s flushed, he’s… beautiful. He leans in and gives you another kiss. “Um- Do you think that you’re probably ready now?” You nod. “No, no, verbally. I need it to be verbal.” “Yeah. I- I want this.” You still nod as you say that. Taking his hands into yours, despite your slick on one of them. He nods, taking off his boxers. He’s decently sized, not very veiny but one long vein inching up from the base to the tip. His tip is slick with precum, and a very bright shade of pink. You slowly trace it with your pointer finger, eliciting a whine from him. He kisses you again, getting a condom out of his pocket. “Were you planning for this?” He chuckles a bit, shrugging. “Well, I guess I was hoping.” Max suddenly isn’t good at holding eye contact. He slides the condom onto his dick, lining himself up with your pussy, sliding himself between your folds. Gently, he holds your hand as he pushes in, making sure not to push in all at once so he doesn’t hurt you. You grip his hand, whining as you arch your back. Max rubs small circles onto your hand, soothing you. After you adjust properly, he begins to thrust into you. Slowly at first, though he quickly picks up the pace. He’s very noisy, whining as he praises you. You’re just as noisy as him, both moaning and whining from the pleasure and intimacy of the act. You’re both making out, messy and heated. He’s just the right size to hit your g-spot with every thrust.

“God, you feel so good, so good.” He rests his head in the crook of your neck as he begins to go quicker, acting like a dog in heat. “Max, Max, good god, fuck!” You clench around him like a vice, he just can’t hold himself back. Both you and Max are very sensitive. Max is close due to how good you feel, and you’re close because Max is pounding you like there’s no tomorrow. He’s slick with sweat, biting and kissing your neck possessively. He grips onto your hips hard enough to create little red crescent-moon indentations from his nails. You both lock eyes, knowing that both of you are extremely close. He kisses you deeply as he cums, with you coming just a moment or so after. Max pulls out quickly, making sure he removes the condom safely. You both help each other clean up and redress in silence. You both walk back downstairs, now softly chatting, just making small talk. You walk into the living room, meeting the angry gaze of your mother. “Ms. Cross, funny seeing you here…” Max’s voice comes off as embarrassed, but you can see in his expression that everything is going according to his plan. You don’t know what plan, but you know there is one. The love that was in his eyes just moments prior wasn’t for you. You can see in his gaze. It’s all for her. Your mother. You should have known better. He wouldn’t just show up at your house unannounced just wanting to hang out. He wanted something out of it, some sort of sick and twisted revenge and you fell for it. He looks over to you and gives you a smile, the exact opposite of genuine. It’s the kind of smile you give someone who you hate, a polite, disingenuous smile. Max knows you figured him out by now. He organized the whole thing. He truly is a phenomenal actor. He mouths a quick sorry and then turns back to face your mom, back with the embarrassed, anxious little dork face. Your mom’s gaze is set entirely on you, looking absolutely furious. “Max, you need to leave.”

He simply nods, walking over to the door, wringing his hands. He leaves, but not before giving you one last look. He leaves you completely with the blame. Your mom wasn’t really all that mad, shockingly. She had thought that you guys hadn’t used protection, but upon hearing that you did, she just looked absolutely relieved. That night, you sit at your desk, not wanting to lay in your bed. You run your hands through your hair, falling asleep on your desk. When you wake up the next morning, there's a note left next to you. You recognise Max’s admittedly beautiful handwriting. It makes sense, as he's part of the calligraphy club. Maybe even the president. You’ve lost track of which ones he’s the president of at this point. “I would like to apologize formally to you for my actions yesterday. This anger, this revenge should not be set at you. I was angry, and I shouldn’t have taken advantage of your feelings to try and get back at your mother. It was childish. I may have feelings for your mother, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t have friends. Meet me at my house, 2pm on Sunday. Thank you.”

crossposted on my ao3.

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#andy shouts #max fischer/reader #max fischer smut #max fischer #rushmore #uughhh i dont wanna main tag it but i spent so long on this #single tear runs down my eye #btw - hes only aged up to 16 in my eyes since thats the age of consent where i live so.

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What’s a photo (Wes Anderson themed obvi 🤭) that makes you crumble to your knees

The raw masculine hotness cologne aftershave kinda stinky energy coming off this picture is crazy and it’s affecting me physically.

The Darjeeling Limited bts pic!

You already know what I’m thinking, let me be that motorbike right now. I NEED THEM ALL AT ONCE, I DONT CARE IF THAT WOULD HURT GIVE ME THEM

Okay..I got a little carried away there. Let’s talk about this photo a bit. Okay first off, Jason is so short it’s making me want to put him in my pocket. His hair in this movie never fails to make me laugh but also get on my knees and beg for him to notice me.

Secondly, Owen Wilson is looking pretty cutesy here..I mean he in the whole time but like he’s looking extra yummy in this movie. Smash.

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON ADRIEN BRODY..he can beat me up, degrade me, spit on me, piss on me, run me over, ANYTHING, and I would still want him in my bed. Him in this movie is just chefs kiss..

If you haven’t watched The Darjeeling Limited you should, it’s entertaining asf and I’ve watched it about 50 times not even joking.

#if i write this would yall be mad #its too late its bouncing in my brain 😞

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guys lucky flickerman coming soon be ready guys

#im not ready #brain is literally so full of him #i am so not ready i am so excited

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posession.

gideon wants everyone to know who you belong to. (1,056 words.) (proper capitalization and grammar in the fic.)

Gideon is a possessive man. You know this. But today, he decided to take it one step further. He had you lying down on the bed, shirtless and face down. A small knife clutched in his hand as he slowly drags the tip down your back. You shiver at the feeling. You turn your head to look back at him, nervous. That's when he begins. Slicing into your flesh, creating a deep cut at the spot where your back connects to your back. You cry out, him reaching up to pet you in an attempt to help soothe you. "I know, it hurts... I've got you, it'll be all ok in just a few minutes. Just stay still for me baby." He slices in another side, making two to the first triangle. Tears begin to prick at your eyes, whining. He cuts in the last side of the first triangle. He continues to pet you as you softly cry, some of the blood dripping onto his hands. He chuckles, making the smaller triangle. He grins as you look back at him again, sucking some of the blood off his pointer finger with a pop, holding eye contact with you the entire time. He grins, going to cut in the smaller incisions. After a few moments, he finishes the symbol, a sign of him now ever present. There's a hunger in his eyes, one you haven't seen before. He places a kiss to the centre, gently leaning in and kissing the crook of your neck. You relax, letting your guard down as he shares this more tender moment. You softly sigh smiling over at him. He smiles back before suddenly biting into your neck. You cry out in pain and confusion. He bites hard, deep enough to pierce through your skin, drawing blood. You hiss, confused. "Wh- Gideon?" He licks up the blood that had spilled from his bite, a small whimper escaping your throat. He shushes you, biting in again. His hands grip onto your hips tight, nails digging in hard. It hurts, why the hell does it feel so good? He scratches at you as he continues to bite your neck, littering it with bites and dripping with blood. He stops after a few moments, flipping you onto your back. You hiss, gritting your teeth. Gideon chuckles, taking your face in his hands and kissing you deeply. You pull away, panting. "You look pathetic. It's fuckin' hot." He grins down at you, giving you another kiss. He murmurs gently, toying with the hem of your pants. You finally notice how hes painfully hard, bulge pressing up against you. He chuckles and grins at your reaction. "Hey. You still want this?" He tilts your chin up to look at him as you nod yes. "No, I need words, hon." He gently strokes your chin. "Y- Yeah, yeah, I want this." You look up at him pleadingly, nodding again softly. He gives you another kiss, taking off your pants. He flips you back onto your tummy, running his hands along your sides. He presses his bulge against you again, grinding onto you. You whimper, going to press back but he grips your hips, pressing them down and keeping you from doing so.

"Nuh-uh, pet. Keep still for me." The term makes you keel, blushing heavily. He smiles, gripping your hair and pulling it back, making your back arch. You moan out, tears pricking the corner of your eyes. GIdeon looks even more pleased at this, letting out a low hum. He leans in to whisper into your ear. "Hm, seems that my pet is a painslut. Does my pet want more? Hm?" You nod, whining still. Gideon nods, humming again. He drags his nails down your sides again, placing a gentle kiss on your temple. He suddenly tears your underwear off, a sharp yelp leaving your mouth. He rubs his fingers on the outside of your hole, getting your slick all over his hands as he begins to fingerfuck you. Moans spill over, voice nearly as loud as your hole. He absolutely adores these noises, pushing another finger in and easily finding the spot that makes you squirm. You whine and shiver as he relentlessly pushes on it. He scissors open your hole, eyes rolling back in pleasure. Pathetically, you're getting closer. You've never came without being touched, but you're pretty close to doing so. "F- Fuck, Gideon, please! W- Wanna cum, please!" He pulls his fingers out of you at that, a loud whine erupting from your throat. He softly chuckles, petting you again. "Aw, how pathetic. So desperate. Soon, my pet." He gives you a chaste kiss as he pulls his cock out. "Mkay. Be a good pet for me now." He lines up with your hole, pressing in slowly. You whine, clenching around him tight. He's pretty damn big, so he waits for you to adjust before doing anything. "You... You can move n-now..." Your voice sounds more whimpery than you'd like, but it gets the point across as Gideon begins to pound into you. He hits your spot without fail every singe thrust, and with how sensitive and close you were before, you begin to approach orgasm quicker than usual. Gideon's hands dig into your flesh, creating little crests from his nails, deep red spots where he claws at you. He's close to you, head in the crook of your neck. You're reduced to a squirming moaning mess beneath him, pleading through broken moans for him to let you cum. He nods against you, leaning in to bite on your neck. This sends you over the edge, crying out in pure bliss. Your vision blanks out, eyes rolling back. As you begin to come down from your high, you notice that he isn't stopping. You were already oversensitive, and with his continued rapid and strong thrusts, you are extremely overstimulated. It hurts horribly, but feels so fucking good. You writhe, beginning to cry. He tugs your hair, forcing you into an arch shape. You sob, shaking. His thrusts become more erratic, a clear sign of him nearing his orgasm. He cums, filling up your hole to the brim. He moans, shockingly, shivering as he gently pulls out. You're both left panting, sticky and kinda gross. "Alright. Let's go get you cleaned up."

forget to post??? never.....

#gideon gordon graves #gideon graves x reader #gideon graves #gordon goose #scott pilgrim comic #and movie #so then #scott pilgrim vs the world #smut #that way people can block tags easy #bd/sm kink #kinda? #yea thumbs up

[r4gg3dy4ndy]

Good boy

Gideon Graves x F!Reader

WARNINGS/CONTAINS: dom/sub dynamic, sub! Gideon, dom! Reader, praise, degradation, name calling, swearing, unprotected sex, creampies, overstimulated Gideon, begging, slight description of blood, oral (F receiving), face sitting, mentions of collars, light bondage, reader being a BITCH, P in V sex, PORN WITHOUT PLOT !!

AUTHORS NOTE: I’m BACK and better than ever, I’ve gotten tons of requests for subby Gideon so I might aswell deliver on all of those in one go !! This is also very self indulgent because I’ve always had a thing for subby guys tbh.. NSFW below the cut (as always) ENJOYY !

“Please…” the desperate man sunk to his knees, gripping at my leg “pleasepleaseplease- I-I’ll do anything! I’ll be a good boy okay- you won’t even need to use the collar please-” Gideon pressed his head into the side of my leg, pulling at the sheer leggings I had on under my dress.

“You’re going to rip my tights get off me.” I kick him off me in one sharp motion, causing him to stumble back and let out a loud whine “good boys don’t embarrass me like you did” I scoff turning around and starting to walk off,

“Please- please god I’m sorry, please please forgive me baby I need you-“

knowing he was about to get up I stop myself and say- “stay on your knees. If you want me, crawl.” Before turning around and folding my arms over my chest,

“I-…Yes ma’am” he complies, making his way towards me and stopping at my feet to look up at me with puppy eyes.

“Someone’s finally learning to behave hmm?” I place a hand under his chin, guiding him to look up at me “god you’re pathetic”

He nods, leaning into my touch “please- please I’m nothing without you~ my love please-“

“What is it? Use your words Gideon.” I spit out, tightening my grip on his jaw,

“Pleasepleaseplease fuck me-“ he whines, almost clawing at my dress as the scrapes on his knees from the hard wooden floors begin to bleed and stain his expensive pants.

“God you’re fucking desperate,” I grab him by the tie, dragging him to the couch “you are gonna behave, okay? I’m gonna ride your fucking face until I cum then, and only then I’ll ride you for as long as I want, understand?”

He nods frantically as I throw him down on the couch,

“That means you’re gonna have to be a good boy hmm? Lie down you pathetic piece of shit.” I shove him down onto his back,

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou-“ he whimpers as I take off my tights and underwear and he places his glasses on the coffee table,

I get onto the couch, knees on each side of his head “ready?” I ask and he nods again

“Please” he whines, grabbing at my thighs.

“God you’re needy-“ I lower myself down onto his face and almost immediately feel the vibrations from his drawn out groan travel through my body as I do so, his tongue instantly darts to my wet folds as his hands grip my hips to bring me closer, I begin riding his face as his nose begins to bump against my clit, I tangle my hands in his hair. “Fuck- Gideon- good boy… mh-!” I groan as I slowly approach my climax, I speed up and Gideon’s grip on my thighs tighten as they clench around his head. I throw my head back in ecstasy letting out a loud groan, as Gideon continues to eat me through my high.

I pull myself off his face and look at the mess I created as he attempts to catch his breath, I slowly bring myself down to straddle his hips and unbuttoning his shirt as I go. I take his tie as I undo it and grab his wrists bonding them together as he lets out a whine in response.

“You’re lucky I even let you hold my thighs you desperate prick” I scoff, shoving his hands behind his head

“Yes ma’am… sorry ma’am” he whimpers

“Good boy” I leave a small peck on the side of his mouth, slowly trailing down his chest “keep behaving, m’kay?” I tilt my head teasingly

“Mhm!” He nods desperately as I unbutton his pants and palm him through his boxers,

“God you really are pitiful…” I chuckle darkly as I haul down his pants swiftly moving to position myself above his erect cock,

“Please- I’ve been trying to be good for you please I’ve behaved and-and done everything you asked” Gideon began to ramble in desperation as I hovered above him “god please- I’ll do anything, god I’ll buy you anything if that’s what you want- I’ll have everyone I embarrassed you in front of killed so no one knows what happened- god I’ll do anything I’ll give you anything-“ his monologue was cut off by me lowering myself onto his cock, causing him to let out a loud moan, his hands still bonded by his tie as his back arched in pleasure.

“God you’re so pent up it’s laughable” I place my hand on his chest and begin to move and gain a pattern, Gideon’s eyes squeeze shut as his breath becomes heavier along with his hands becoming fidgety.

“Please- holy-holy fuck please I need to touch you” he begs as I pick up my pace,

“Maybe you could touch me if you weren’t such an embarrassment to me today…” I spit slightly angry “now for the last time” I suddenly slow down to a painful pace “behave.” He whines and I speed back up

“F-fuck- oh fuck- ‘m gonna cumm-“ he sputters out as his back arches forward again “please c-can I cum-?” He mewls out

“I don’t know.. can you?” I tease

“F-fuck- m-may I cum?” He cries defeated “please please- I’m fucking desperate I need to cum in you-ah” his eyes roll back in his head as his body stiffens and I feel his warm release seeping inside of me,

“Good boy, using his words” I tease as I continue to ride him, not caring to slow down the pace.

“Fuck s-slow down for a sec” he complains “please m-s-sensitive..!” He cries as I speed up,

“I told you-I’m gonna keep goin’” I whisper into his ear mockingly, seconds later his second release occurs as he lets out an ear piercing whine.

“Please I can’t- I’m sorry I can’t not anymore-“ he starts tearing up “s’too much-!”

“Gideon- fuckin close just- just shut up” I grip his shoulders, nails scratching at his pale skin as I continue my frantic movements, leading up to my climax.

“F-FUU-uUCK-..!” Gideon practically screams out my name as his third orgasm destroys him, his body shudders as the teary eyes had turned to full cries of pleasurable torture as the blubbering man below me practically sobbed in painful ecstasy, seconds later I came to my climax shuddering and collapsing onto his chest as we both struggled to catch our breath.

“Am I forgiven?” He chuckles

“Maybe”

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#OOH. OOOOOOOHHHH...... #you are forgiven (you are forgiveen !!!)

[r4gg3dy4ndy]

So idk if you're requests are open but if they are imagine a sub gideon graves with a partner who's taller than him.

oooooohhhhh maybe especially since jason schwartzman (actor for him in the movies) is 5'6 and is only 5'8 in the comics so it would be pretty perfect....

#andy shouts

[r4gg3dy4ndy]

Not sure if you take requests, but a Gideon fic with mind control would be pretty hot if you do.

you are actually so fucking correct I will get started on this tomorrow oh my god I'm crying that's an amazing idea

#andy shouts

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pathetic.

wheres gideon? (proper capitalization and grammar in the fic.) (983 words.)

gideon graves x reader

"Hey, I'm home!" You wait for Gideon to rush you like he normally does when you get home, but there's not even a responce. Weird. You had just begun to get used to it. You walk further into your home, noticing it's cleaned up. Gideon must have cleaned for you. You walk into the living room to thank him, but... he's not in there either. Strange. He must be in the bathroom, then. You hang up your bags, coat and such and walk over to the record player, going to put on some music, but the album you were looking for isn't in the holder. Must be in your room. You walk over to your room when you hear... soft whines? You crack open the door just a little to see whats happening, when you see him. Gideon Gordon Graves, pathetically humping the mattress in your bed, laying in your bedsheets, with your name falling from his lips. How did you not hear him before? He's loud, moaning and whimpering like a dog in heat. He buryed his face in your pillow, and he's turned the other way, so he doesn't see you as you watch him. You feel kinda perverted for watching him like this (as well as actively enjoying it), but he is basically fucking your mattress. You sneak up behind him and due to how loud his moans are he doesn't hear you, completely caught up in the moment. It's cute, in a way. "Gideon." He immediately freezes up, stilling his motions completely. The tips of his ears burn red at how he was caught. You take his shoulders, flipping him around to face you. All he does is stare up at you, slackjawed. "Well? Got anything to say?" He begins to splutter out a response, but he keeps stuttering and gives up after just a moment. "S- Sorry..." He looks genuinely terrified - Oh god, he probably thinks you're gonna kick him out. You climb into the bed with him, taking his face in your hands. You place a gentle kiss on his forehead. He looks absolutely shocked, blushing so hard. It's... honestly, fucking adorable. "I'm not gonna kick you out, kay? You can still stay. You... want me to help you out?" He nods quickly, looking up at you in the most pleading way. Does he really want you that bad? You both shuffle, him moving to sit up, kneeling on the bed in front of you. "Ah... Could you... Can I r- ride your thigh?" He bites his lip, voice quivery. You nod, and he nearly pounces onto you, positioning himself in the way that would be easiest for him to fuck onto you. He moans like a bitch, head in the crook of your neck. You grip onto his hips, making him go slower. He looks over at you, whining. He looks so confused, panting and groaning.

"Why- Why'd you s- stop me?" You chuckle a bit, condecendingly. "Aww, pretty thing... Did you really think that you got to control this?" You pet him, grinning. He stammers a bit and blushes harder, realizing the direction you're going. He's quick to give in, letting you control him. He moans louder, seeming to enjoy it way more when you control him. You force him to come to a complete stop. He whines again, trying to grind into you more but you don't let him. "Nuh-uh, sweet thing... if you wanna keep going, you're gonna beg." It's as if a switch is flipped in his head, immidiately beginning to beg. His pathetic little whines and begs are adorable. "Please! F- fuck, I need it, need you, please, please! Le- Let me cum! Please!" He's tearing up. You act as if you're contemplating it, before shaking your head no. He looks so desperate, now beginning to cry. You've never felt more turned on by something like this. You act as if you're annoyed, pressing him down onto bed beneath you. You pull off his pants, taking his cock out. He arches his back up into your hold, having to press him back down into the mattress. He tries to keep his hip down as you slowly begin to stroke him, his cock wet with precum. You lean down betwixt his thighs, taking his cock into your mouth. You hum, taking him in deep. He's crying even harder, moaning loudly, nearly shouting your name as you begin to suck him off. He tries to grab your hair, so you slide it out of your mouth with a small pop. You pin his hands down to the bed, tears rolling down his cheeks. You pause. "Hey... Do you want me to stop?" He shakes his head no. You tap his chin, wanting him say it. "N- No, no, please, keep going..." He whines, wanting more. You nod, going over to the closet for just a sec. He sits up for a moment, before seeing you pull out a pair of padded handcuffs. You shackle him to the handboard, going back down to suck his cock. You do so fervently, him hitting the back of your throat. He's moaning loudly, pulling against the cuffs roughly. You can feel his cock twitch in your mouth, pulling back off. He nearly screams, lifting his hips up off the bed in a vain attempt to get the stimulation back. "Please! No, no, I was so- ngh- so close!" He sniffles cutely. You chuckle, deciding to give him what he wants. You go back down to suck him off, still keeping him pressed onto the mattress. He cums down your throat, screaming out, eyes rolling back in pure bliss. You run your hands through his hair as he comes down from his high. "Thank you..." You nod, kissing his forehead. You undo the handcuffs as he presses you down onto the mattress. "My turn."

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