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happy74827 · 5 months
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The Little Things
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[Gideon Graves x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: Sometimes all it takes is a little bit of love to turn things around.
WC: 2756
Category: Heavy Angst, Happy Ending
I’m actually very proud at how this turned out.
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Gideon had always been a character that you were fascinated by. He was mysterious, powerful, and, of course, had an ego to match. Despite how he seemed to others, you always saw something else behind that sly smile of his. You always felt like there was something about him that you were missing. Something that drew you to him like a magnet.
Oddly enough, the two of you had met through Ramona, and though you were intrigued, you also hated him. The moment you two met, you couldn't get away from him quick enough. The guy just rubbed you the wrong way.
However, you couldn't deny that he had a charm to him. As much as you hated it, you found yourself staring at him sometimes. You couldn't help it when he was around. His aura always made you feel nervous.
Julia had told you that you were living a true "life of the cliche,” and as much as you wanted to tell her that she was full of shit, there was some truth to what she said.
There was something about the man that always made you look twice. You didn't understand what it was, but he made you feel some type of way. It didn’t help when he would seek you out, going as far as to con his way into being with you.
He knew how to push your buttons. So, you knew it would only be a certain amount of time before he found a way in. And thus, that enemies-to-lovers story was written.
The two of you had started off rocky, of course. You always fought, mostly about little things and the occasional heavy blowout. It didn't help that you and Gideon had very different personalities or the fact that he was the most narcissistic person you knew.
But right when you started to smooth out those cracks, it all changed come after the events with Ramona and his league of assholes. He became more work-driven. Less of the Gideon you were used to. You were kind of proud of him for that, but at the same time, you hated that he changed so drastically.
The Gideon you knew was full of snarky remarks, a subtle asshole with a sense of humor, and of course, the constant flirting. You liked to think that that was the Gideon you liked and knew.
The man in front of you now didn't give a shit about anything that wasn't work. He worked until he passed out and only stopped when someone dragged him away from his desk. He even slept there sometimes.
You didn't like how he had become. It hurt you. He wasn't the man you knew anymore. The man you knew was gone, and it made your chest ache.
"Hey," you say softly, coming up behind him and setting a cup of coffee on his desk. He turns his head, his gaze falling on you. You watch as his brows furrow before he looks at the cup of coffee.
"What's this?" He asks, raising a brow.
"It's just a cup of coffee." You reply, sitting across from him at his desk and pulling a sketchbook out of your bag.
"A cup of coffee?" He repeats, picking it up and taking a sip. His brows furrow as he continues to stare at it. He grimaces.
"Too hot, but yeah, coffee. It's the liquid gold of the earth." You smile.
"Liquid gold?" He asks, taking another sip and wincing. "I don't see it."
You shrug, flipping to a blank page in your sketchbook. The old him would’ve said something witty back. He would've made a joke at the expense of your taste in coffee. He’d probably be looking you up and down and saying something about how he knew what he liked in his coffee.
Instead, he was silent, his attention going back to his screen. You look at him for a moment, his fingers flying across his keyboard.
"Do you even sleep?" You ask him, and you swear that you hear him sigh.
"Not when I can help it." He replies, not bothering to look at you.
"Gideon-"
"You shouldn't be here." He cuts you off. You purse your lips together, sighing. When he looked at you for a split second, just a fraction of a second, you could tell that there was something wrong. He had deep bags under his eyes, and it was obvious that he was exhausted. He looked pale like he was sick. You don't think he's slept for the past few days.
"Why don't we go home?" You ask him. "We can work tomorrow."
"No," he says, not even bothering to look up at you.
"You can't keep doing this to yourself," you tell him, standing up and setting your hand on his shoulder. He flinches. "You can't keep pushing yourself to the point of collapse."
"I'm fine," he replies.
"You aren't." You insist. You glance around his office, seeing papers scattered everywhere. He didn't even try to hide the fact that he was overworked.
"I am, and I can't keep this up." He replies.
"Keep what up?" You ask, and when you glance at him, he looks tired. You can see the dark circles under his eyes and his brow furrow as he types away.
"I can't keep you up." He says after a moment, not looking at you. You blink a few times, furrowing your brow.
"What do you mean?" You might ask, but you're already pretty sure what he's referring to. He sighs, running a hand through his hair, stopping it midway, and shaking his head. He slouches in his seat.
"I mean that this is all pointless, isn't it? Why try when the world is ending? Why try when I'll just die alone? When there is no one who cares about me and no one who gives a shit about me." He says, his words bitter, laced with exhaustion. You can see his expression fall. His hands go back to the keyboard, and you furrow your brow as you watch him.
"Gideon..."
"I don't want you to care about me," he snaps. "Why would you want to?"
"I want to because I do care," you tell him. You sigh softly. "Unlike Ramona, I don't see you like that."
"Do not mention her to me. Don't." His tone changes drastically. You watch as he shakes his head. "Don't talk to me."
"Gideon, what's wrong?" You ask, kneeling down beside his desk. You reach out to him, but he smacks your hand away, a look of fury on his face. He glares at you, but you can tell there's something behind his glare. You can see how broken he looks. How much he needs someone right now.
"You're useless," he says bitterly, and it hurts you more than it should. You open your mouth to respond, but he stops you, not wanting to hear it. "Don't say anything."
"I don't want to leave you like this." You tell him, and you can see the way his expression falls.
"I don't care what you want," he tells you, but you can see the way his lips part and the way he looks at you. You watch as he averts his gaze from you. He stares at his screen, his brow furrowed. "Go home."
"Gideon-"
"Please," he says, and the desperation is in his voice. "Just... go."
You watch him for a moment, the pencil in your hands still. You let out a heavy breath, looking down. He wasn’t going to budge; you knew that now. He was set in his ways, and he wasn't going to let you in. You know him well enough to know when he's set in stone.
You sigh, setting your sketchbook and pencil back into your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. You shake your head at him, your gaze soft. "You know where I'll be if you change your mind."
He doesn't reply to you. You press your lips together as you turn on your heel, walking away. You know that he isn't going to find you. He's going to sit there all alone and work himself to death.
You know that no matter how you try, he's going to find a way to push you away. You know that he's going to do what he wants, and he's going to be stubborn.
So you decide to give him his space. You decide to go home and leave him alone. You don't know what you were thinking, coming into his office with coffee. He would never say it but you were hoping you could help.
Maybe if he let his walls down, he would feel better about himself. You know it was too much to ask, but it's what you wanted.
You decide to let him work. You'll just be here, waiting for him to come to you. It's all you can do. It's all you can do to show that you care for him.
That's all you can do, right?
A couple of hours pass by, and you're sitting in your bed, a mug of tea in your hands. Your sketchbook is open in front of you, and you sigh, pressing your fingers to your temple.
You really need to draw something to get out of your headspace, but it doesn't help. It's been an hour, and there are still no new pages of art. The most recent drawing is still the one you drew of Gideon.
He was in his usual attire with his katana against his shoulder. His eyes were glued to the ground in it, a small smile on his lips.
You drew it back when he was still… him. The old him. You were scared to give it to him at the fear of him laughing in your face. Now, you were afraid that he wouldn’t even care.
You sigh softly. You know you have to face the reality that the man you've always liked won't be the man he was again. Not for a while, anyway.
"What am I going to do with you, Gideon?" You murmur, your voice thick with sadness. The tea you were drinking didn't taste as good as you hoped it would. It tasted bitter to you now, and it didn't sit right with you.
You let out a soft sigh and lean back against the headboard of your bed, closing your eyes. You lay there in silence, waiting for the morning to come.
It wouldn't come.
Not with Gideon still overworking himself at his desk. At least, not until he noticed a small piece of paper beside his keyboard. It turns out that when you opened your sketchbook, an old drawing came tumbling out without your knowledge.
It was a super old one, probably one of the first you did of him. You weren’t even talking at that point, just staring from afar as you tried to figure out why you were so attracted to this guy.
You still don't understand, honestly.
But as Gideon stared at the drawing, the insane amount of stress that was on his shoulders seemed to lift for a moment. He glanced towards the door before going back to the drawing, staring at it.
The amount of detail that you put in the drawing shocked him. He almost felt as though he was looking in a mirror—a mirror of his old self.
You got everything right. His hair length, the outfit, the color of his eyes, even the tiny scratches on the lens of his glasses. It was almost eerie how much you got right.
It's the little things you notice about people. The little things you remember.
He remembered that you said that.
You had been in a rather philosophical mood that day. He remembered it because it stuck with him. He'd forgotten that.
"Damn it.” He murmured, folding up the drawing as he glanced at the door. He stared at it for a moment before gently setting the drawing in his pocket. "Why am I like this?"
He knew that you were probably asleep by now, maybe curled up with a cup of tea, but he sighed, reaching over for the telephone.
He was right; of course, you were asleep. But you weren't asleep long.
"You always did have an eye for detail."
He spoke to himself, but you heard enough to know it was him. You didn't move from your place, however. You stayed still as a statue, your eyes closed.
"Gideon?” Your voice was a soft, almost fragile whisper. It was soft, yet it felt like it echoed throughout the entire room. He smiled, but you couldn't see that.
He fell silent for a long time. It seemed like forever, but you knew what he was trying to do. He wanted to hear your voice.
He was desperate for it.
“Yeah,” he replied, a hint of vulnerability in his tone. “Yeah, it’s me.”
There was a slight pause. You didn't reply for a long time. You lay there in the dark, the quiet and the sound of static being the only thing you heard.
But when you spoke, you sounded the same way he did, almost a bit fragile and broken, your tone thick with sadness.
"Why are you different? Why?" You ask, your voice wavering and cracking. You sit up, setting your sketchbook to the side, your fingers gripping your comforter as you wait for him to reply.
He did, and after a moment, his voice was quiet, soft. "I— I don’t know. I really don't."
There was a moment when you couldn't breathe. He sounded so broken and so desperate to be around someone. You wanted to drive back where he was. You wanted to give him the hug you knew he wanted.
"Come home." You say softly.
There was a moment of silence, not an uncomfortable silence, but more of a thoughtfulness. You weren't sure what he was thinking or if he would respond. You were about to pull the phone away from your ear, but you heard his voice again.
"Okay."
It was such a simple answer, but it meant so much to you. It made your heart skip a beat. Your lips parted slightly, but no words came out. It was like you were in shock, frozen solid as you sat in bed.
"For what it’s worth,” he said softly. You can almost picture him looking up at the ceiling with that look in his eye. The one you always saw when he thought about the past. The one where he was vulnerable. Where he didn't feel like the strongest man on earth.
Where he didn't have a mask on.
“I didn’t mean it when I said you were useless. You're not… useless. You're the only one who cares enough to try, and I didn't realize how much that mattered to me."
“Gid-"
"I don’t… say this often, but when I’m wrong, I'm wrong." He says, and you feel your chest ache. He pauses. "So, uh, I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry," you murmured.
"You deserve better than what I've given you." He tells you, his voice soft.
"Yeah, I do, but I also want you." You confess. "I just want the you I knew before all this bullshit. Even if you were a bit of a dick.”
He laughed softly at your response. "Oh, trust me, I'm still plenty of that."
You laughed softly. You felt yourself relax slightly. He was starting to come back to you, slowly but surely. You smiled softly as you settled back in your bed.
"Forgiven?” He asked after a moment.
"Forgiven." You confirm, and you hear him sigh softly. He's relieved.
You can picture the grin on his face. The one that he wore when he thought he had you wrapped around his finger. It's a nice grin. It makes your heart flutter.
"Hurry up and get back to me." You tell him. "I wanna sleep. You woke me up."
"Alright, alright, fine. I'll see you soon, love." He replied, the nickname making your cheeks flush. He always seemed to know exactly what to say, but now you feel like he's letting his walls down.
"I love you too," you say, and you swear that you hear him sigh softly like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders. He hung up, but now you didn’t mind because he was coming back to you. The old him was coming back to you.
And you couldn’t wait for it.
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noanziexx · 5 months
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literally my wallpaper not even joking
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twiixr4kidz · 5 months
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Hey I hear you do Ramona's Evil Exes x Reader so I have a Request I don't know if anyone ask this but the Evil Exes Reaction to their S/o wearing their clothes I got this idea from a boyfriend scenario on Wattpad and I thought it might be cute🥰
sorry it took so long to get to this :( i went on a hiatus and got caught up with a lot of asks so i'm finally getting around to finishing them all. hope this was worth the wait!!
matthew patel:
okay, we know mattie.
he's obsessed with literally everything you do and this is no different
when he sees you in his clothes, he MELTS
literally merges with the floor
"hey babe....... you uh, you look really, uh, you-"
he cannot get a proper sentence out of his mouth but just know he's going to be thinking about this FOREVER
lucas lee:
tch, whatever
just kidding HELLO O___O
at first he wasn't paying attention, but now.......
he's a pretty big guy so his clothes probably hang off of you
he acts very nonchalant about it but even the coolest skater boys have their weaknesses
this is his
he gets so handsy you're going to have to reprimand him
todd ingram:
this motherfucker gets so flustered
literally makes eye contact with you and he's STUNNED
"i see you went through my closet, huh?"
he will not stop staring at you
literally boring holes through your body because oh my GOD you look incredible
he's going insane
roxie richter:
"god DAMN!!!!!"
insert whistling noise
she will not stop complimenting you
insists that you keep whatever you're wearing because "it looks SOOOO much better on you!!!!!!"
also gets very handsy with you
in simplest terms, she's feeling you up
you're way too hot to keep her hands off of
you're a magnet and she's a bag of nails :3
kyle katayanagi:
"woah, hello there"
he's in deep thought
deep, DEEP thought
he's going to tease the shit out of you for this
but don't mistake that as him not enjoying it
he's eating it UP
ken katayanagi:
he doesn't say anything immediately
like he takes notice, but he's silent
sort of just smirks to himself
if you want any sort of reaction, you're going to have to point it out
"notice anything different?" "of course i did hun, you know i'm very attentive"
okay now that you've pointed it out, he's going to be annoying about it
constant teasing, "looks like somebody missed me"
gideon graves:
it takes a little for him to notice
"oh, nice shirt," he says, completely unaware of the fact that it's his shirt
actually it's the smell that makes him realize LMFAO
he wears a very specific cologne and when you walk by smelling like it, he's like "OH HELLO????"
slides over in his silly little desk chair, wraps his arms around your waist, and buries his face in your side
"never stop doing that" he mumbles
god he's so CUTE I LOVE HIM
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egotisticaleverything · 5 months
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Gideon Graves general HC/Drabbles
I’ve been in love with this man since I saw Scott Pilgrim vs the world at age 10 and the animated series has reactivated my attraction to him 🤭
This is unedited and as always NSFW BELOW THE CUT
SFW
- Definitely a little selfish at first, kinda just ignoring you in favour of doing producer shit until you finally give him a wake up call by basically dragging him away from his desk and talking to him intervention style.
- he feels bad, I mean considering his past now can he NOT feel bad?
- definitely the type of guy to buy you things as an apology
- “Babe I’m rich I can buy you whatever you want please stop crying”
- you kinda have to teach him how to be emotionally available and how to deal with emotions
- he still overworks himself
- it’s inevitable
- you’ve found him passed out at his desk multiple times
- he won’t say it aloud but he loves when you take care of him
NSFW:
- he’ll eat you out real sloppy style
- he does not care how much your thighs are shaking or how many times you came he will keep going
- sitting next to him in the chaos theatre n he just leans down to quietly whisper the dirtiest shit to you
- he’s a busy guy so multitasking is a big thing aka shower sex
- you crawl under his desk at home while is on the phone and he looks down and mouths “what”
- he didn’t hang up the phone either he was just struggling for his LIFE
- he won’t admit it but he likes when you take charge sometimes
- very much a groaner
- the master of dirty talk he basically has the term trademarked
- little degrading but mostly praise
- “good girl”
- thighs and ass guy for sure
- loves him some tiddies but he has his favourites
- he sees you in dolfin shorts and literally starts drooling
- he’s just like staring for a solid 10 minutes
- you ask if he’s good and he just goes “sit on my face… please” without looking away from your ass
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fluffvstheworld · 4 months
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Haii, how do you think each evil ex + scott would kiss? 💕
A/n: I'm sorry, but I don't write for Scott ;v; here are the exes, though!
How Each Evil Ex Kisses
Matthew Patel
Matthew’s kisses are quick and sweet
He’s way too awkward for his own good for them to be any longer, but he'll never admit it
Little pecks on your lips and cheeks are his go-to
Oh, and goodbye kisses are a must! His day gets instantly brighter with them
Lucas Lee
Lucas’s kisses aren’t quick but aren’t long lasting either
It’s a pretty good in between, enough for it to be sweet but not overbearing
He mostly enjoys forehead kisses since it's what he's used to doing
Todd Ingram
Todd’s kisses are extremely long lasting
This dude has never in his life have a short kiss, so sadly it's really the only way he knows how
So he’s always kind of stuck to it since he knows that's what he's good at
He mostly likes lip and neck kisses, though the latter is saved for specific moments
Roxie Richter
Roxie’s kisses are usually quite quick, but can last longer depending on the situation
If it’s a kiss on the lips, they usually last relatively long and tend to linger
Otherwise, she mostly likes cheek kisses since they’re quick to do and she gets to tease you about them all the time
Kyle Katayanagi
Kyle's more of a quick kisser, but can go slower depending on the moment
His kisses are quite common, especially when the two of you are out on a date
His favorite kisses are on your lips and shoulder
Ken Katayanagi
Ken's more of a slow kisser
His kisses are much more romantic, but much more rare
His favorite kisses are definitely on your lips and neck
Gideon Graves
Gideon’s kisses are short but lingering
Loves both shoulder and hand kisses, whether when you two are out in public or alone
His kisses are always very personal and romantic, or at least that's how he hopes they come off
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kniveschaudefender · 5 months
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heyyy!!!1!!! can u possibly do Gideon Graves like being clingy and attached to reader headcanons?? if so thanks :)))
Clingy! Gideon HCs !!
(gn!reader !!)
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I LOVE GIDEON REQUESTS SM !!! Theyre literally so fun to write and I had planned on writing this anyway but the request made it even better !!!! :D So thank you anon !!
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• I feel like after the whole thing with Ramona, he thought he’d never love some again
• Until he met you
• And when I tell you this man SWOONED over you I mean it
• He wants you at his side at ALL times
• Especially at work. For having such an ego and acting like he can do pretty much anything being him, he still gets oretty anxious sometimes
• So having you there making sure he’s okay mean so much to him
• GIFT GIVING. SO MUCH GIFT GIVING.
• I mean with all the money he has how could he not ??
• If you look at anything for more than five seconds, he’s already going to buy it. No objections.
• I feel like he wont admit it but he loves PDA
• like YES hold his hand, kiss him, hug him, they whole deal.
• Literally can not function without having u close
• Like he NEEDS you there to do anything.
• The company calms him down when he’s mad or stressed
• But overall, he loves having you there. He NEEDS you there.
• And he loves you alot, and he just wants you to love him the same
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rdiowx · 7 months
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MCR + GIDEON GRAVES AUDIO LIST
Mikey
Roommate Ghost mikey
“Watching” scary movies
He’s your popular college friend
Sigh, fucking your friends bother
Gerard
Fucking him, but hes sick
Fucking him, but YOU’RE sick
I think its cold in this audio?
Tired gee 😸
Frank
I think this counts as puppy Frank
Church boy frank
Pretty sure you guys hook up in an alley in this one
Puppy frank 👍🏽
RAY
Incubus Ray!
More demon Ray
Needy ray
HE BAKES!
GIDEON
Now,,why did he start playing angry birds
Is this more somnophilia
G-man has to be his alternate personality
Enemies to lovers😔
Bonus audios i was gonna add but didnt know who for
I was sorta flabbergasted tbh
Even more mythos
Gulp
Alright im done now 🥳
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gideongravesbf · 5 months
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Yoo! i gotta request! Could u do Gideon graves dating hcs? He owns a place in my heart as well (also I’m the anon who requested the Wallace thing! loved it awesome work 🫶:3)
tysm :D im glad u liked it !!!! also YAYY I LOVE GIDEON i bet u guys didnt know that ^_^ <-- is the most obvious gideon fan everr
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gideon is a busy man. he is a ceo, he has a lot on his plate. he needs to be stern and ruthless. he needs to be cold and distant. he doesn't need attachments
is what he says when you're not around. when you're around he is immediately clinging onto you and seeking your affection.
he is so stubborn about it. he denies that he's soft around you. he denies that he acts different around you. most of all, he denies that he's more submissive around you.
but we all know the truth. we've seen how he is around julie. he loves when you tell him what to do. tell him to do the dishes and he'll respond with an obedient "anything for you, baby."
he loves the attention you give him. caress the sides of his face and he's melting in your hands. if he could purr, he would. brush back his fringe while making eye contact and you can practically see hearts in his eyes.
he is such a lap sitter. if you're sitting on the couch or a chair and you have nothing in your lap, he'll immediately sit down in your lap and nuzzle his face against your neck or cheek, looking for your affection. hell, even if you have something in your lap, he'd just push it out of your lap and sit there no matter how much you protest.
he probably lets you borrow his credit card to go shopping. he's filthy rich, he can afford for you to go on little shopping sprees with your friends, as long as it makes his baby happy. you have to show him what you got, though. he loves to see your shopping haul reviews. if you buy clothes, he's absolutely asking you to model each outfit for him. expect lots of praise and him telling you how cute you look in each outfit.
expect gideon to buy you clothes himself as well. he loves dressing you up, much like he did with envy in the comics. if he sees something he thinks you'll look good in, he'll buy it without a second thought and enjoys surprising you with it when he gets home. if you let him, he'd probably pick out your outfits everyday. but if you don't want him to do that, he understands but will beg you to let him pick out your date night outfits at least.
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can you do a gideon graves x gn!reader? any hcs (sfw or nsfw) about anything is fine :3
Dating Gideon Graves Would Include…
Pairing: Gideon Graves x GN! Reader.
Summary: Read the title.
Warnings: Both SFW and NSFW (sections are separated: SFW is first), You take Gideon to therapy because he needs it, Gideon is selfish, Oral sex, 69 position, Mentions of cum, Face-sitting, Face-fucking, Aftercare is necessary!
Writing Time: 30 minutes.
Word Count: 716.
A/N:
I think I went on a rant here… but it’s ok. Hope you enjoy!
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SFW
• Dating Gideon “G-Man” Graves… woah.
• You must be bold or something.
• If you’re not, I have no idea what you’re doing.
• Gideon is a little shit, most of the time.
• He loves to tease.
• He wants to see his lover look up to him with tremendous trust, respect and admiration.
• All things I think partners should look at each other with, but Gideon can definitely take it too far at times.
• He wants to submit to him in all ways.
• He’s your saviour and your kind, without him you would be nothing.
• Not very healthy at all.
• For example, he expects you to constantly ask him for permission for everyone.
• Generally he’ll always say yes and laugh at you even asking.
• But if you ever think you don’t need to ask, you’re wrong.
• Do something he’s always said yes to before without asking him prior and he’ll be upset.
• Gideon has got major issues.
• I think you could convince him to go to therapy, both on his own and with you (couples therapy).
• But it might take a couple asks.
• And when you do convince him, he’ll think he’s basically sacrificed himself for you.
• One session and he thinks he’s a new man and YOU owe him for going.
• Will absolutely expect some kind of reward.
• Gideon is a weirdo too.
• It’s normal for him to hang around outside while your taking a shower, kind of weird.
• Won’t join without an invite but it’s still weird as hell.
• Gideon loves to watch you do anything tbh.
• Cooking, cleaning, brushing your teeth, go to work, work, come back from work…
• The little everyday tasks everyone does is just a little more interesting to Gideon when he sees you doing it.
• He likes it if you watch him too, it’s kind of a weird form of love to him.
• Your therapist calls it abandonment and attachment issues.
• Gideon thinks that’s BS and claims he just loves to look at you.
• Which he does, but your therapist is still right though.
NSFW
• Most ‘rewards’ Gideon expects demands are sexual.
• You shouldn’t have to be even told to get on your hands and needs for him after he’s gone to therapy for you.
• Your place is either besides him or underneath him.
• Gideon’s preferred position is 69, don’t fight me on this on.
• In this position, you both get pleasure.
• And despite how selfish Gideon can be, he does want you to feel just as good as him.
• When he’s forcing his dick down your throat and slapping you in the face with his balls, you must surely be enjoying it just as much as him, right?
• And obviously he’ll go down on you afterwards, because that’s only fair.
• Gideon gives oral real lazy though.
• Expects you to just sit on his face but be careful of his hair and face.
• Gideon has definitely flipped out before and killed the mood when you once accidentally came on his face.
• Only in his mouth, inside of him or away from him where it won’t make a mess.
• But obviously he cums all over you, whenever he wants to.
• That’s one of his selfish needs.
• Gideon is surprisingly great at aftercare.
• He will bring you a towel or carry you to the shower, whatever you want.
• Clean you up himself and the toys too if you use them.
• And bring you some tea or water as well.
• Then cuddle you when your both all cleaned up.
• After sex is one of the rare times you’ll see Gideon being kind.
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onyxmilk · 5 months
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Can you do Gideon graves with a tard goth Y/N that is a kinda a bitchy and rude to Gideon but also protective (tsundere Y/N ewww)
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notes; i rlly had to look up what a Trad Goth was whoops tw; Reader uses They/Them pronouns!, wc; 0.2k
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Okay so at first Gideon thought ‘wow i cant handle this damn person for shit’.
Now he thinks ‘wow I can’t handle this damn person but I love them’.
Because [YourName], Gideon’s partner, was and still is a handful to deal with- but he wouldn’t have it any other way!
At first he found their protectiveness quite strange, but then he found it attractive.
[YourName]’s makeup really interested Gideon, you feel?
He always watched them apply their makeup, watching as they did their morning routine when they’d accidentally wake him up in the mornings.
He absolutely loved it, but he’d never participate in it.
He tried interrupting once and they chewed him a new one.
The other evil exes have no idea how or why Gideon deals with [YourName].
Because to them, [YourName] is a total bitch and bosses Gideon around like he’s some dog.
But behind closed doors, [YourName] is an absolute sweetheart.
But he wouldn’t dare expose his darling [YourName] like that.
It made the exes be nicer to him when [YourName] is around because they really are not afraid to chew anyone a new one.
Not once does [YourName]’s character crumble in public.
It amazes Gideon. He loves it?
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gigglesandshits · 4 months
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Saw this on TikTok and immediately thought of Gideon
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happy74827 · 4 months
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I came to make present you a proposition: Gideon and Reader but they’re enemies to lovers, you know sexual tension, can’t be away from each other but are always butting heads, ironic but maybe not that ironic flirting completely over the top but neither want to swallow their pride and admit they wanna fuck
Yeah I think that’d be neat
Burning Rage
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[Gideon Graves x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: You swear you hate each other, but you can't help but find yourselves drawn to one another, despite all the arguing.
WC: 2701
Category: Enemies/Lovers, First Kiss
I'm so sorry this took so long. Life has been HECTIC, but I'm finally getting these fics done. Anyways, you’re absolutely right. This is neat and hopefully you like what I wrote (despite the fact that I am not proofreading it cuz I’m lazy 😁)
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You and Gideon… well, let’s just say your first meeting isn't a pleasant one.
He was a pretentious, egotistical prick with the personality of a bag of wet shit, and you absolutely despised him.
Not only was he an asshole, but he was an asshole who had the most infuriating ability to get under your skin and push all your buttons, no matter what you did to prevent it.
The man was like a disease; you tried to keep away from him as much as possible, but if you weren’t careful, you ended up coming into contact with him, and no matter how much you washed, you couldn’t quite seem to get him off your skin.
The worst thing about it all was that everyone was in love with him. He could do no wrong, and no matter what he said or did, the people around him hung off his every word and were practically tripping over themselves to do what he said.
He was so smug about it, too, the absolute bastard. He knew he had everyone in his clutches, and he reveled in it, basking in the attention and praise he got.
The man thought he was god's gift to humanity, and he made sure everyone else knew it.
It was sickening.
You were the only person he couldn’t quite break down and mold into his perfect little doll. No matter how hard he tried, no matter what he said, you never gave him the satisfaction of seeing your cave, even just a little.
No, you were stubborn and headstrong, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get his claws into you.
He'd be lying if he said that didn’t intrigue him.
You were the first person who had ever given him the cold shoulder, and it was frustrating him beyond belief. He'd always been able to make people bend to his will, whether it was through his natural charisma or by using the information he'd gathered on them to make their lives miserable if they didn't.
But you... You were a challenge, and he hated and loved it all at once.
It was so different. He had no control over what happened between the two of you, and while the concept was strange and unknown, he found himself becoming obsessed with trying to break you down and get a reaction out of you.
And so, it began.
The flirting started out as a joke. He didn’t mean anything by it at first. He just wanted to get a reaction out of you, see those pretty cheeks flush a deep shade of red, and hear you stutter and struggle to come up with a retort.
You were good, though; you always had a quick-witted reply ready to fire back at him, and he had to admit, it was fun.
It was a nice little game for the both of you, even if it was just to let out your frustrations with each other and try and gain some sort of upper hand over the other.
But then... The lines became blurred, and things got messy.
When you were alone, your words held more weight. Your insults weren't so lighthearted, and the way you said his name had his heart racing. He wondered if you realized how your voice dropped and sounded more breathless when you addressed him.
It was like you were whispering a dirty secret to him, and something about that excited him in ways that made him feel guilty and ashamed.
Your fights turned from petty squabbles to something that was almost... sensual in nature.
The way you stood so close, faces inches apart, the tension between the two of you almost palpable, and the way you looked at him... You were looking at him like you wanted to devour him, and that alone was enough to make him weak in the knees.
Your conversations were filled with hidden meanings and implications, and there was so much sexual tension he could have cut through it with a knife.
He was addicted, and he was certain that you felt the same way, from the way your eyes roamed his body, lingering on his lips, and the way your hands would ghost over his arms and chest whenever he was close.
He wanted you, and he was pretty sure you wanted him, too.
The only problem was neither of you was willing to admit it or give in, and so, the dance continued.
“I swear to god, Graves, if you don't quit following me around like a lost puppy, I'll break your fucking legs," You growled, glaring at the man trailing behind you, an unreadable expression on his face.
"Why, darling, you know you don't mean that. After all, I'm sure you'd miss my presence and my company, wouldn't you?" He hummed, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes and scream at him.
"I think I'd be able to find a way to survive without your charming presence," You snarked, turning on your heel and facing him, "Now, go and bother someone else because I have places to be."
You brushed past him, not sparing him another glance, and he chuckled before reaching out and grabbing your arm.
"Don't be like that. I just want to talk. Is that so wrong?" He murmured, his tone low and his gaze dark.
“Yes. Yes, it is. Let go of me, or I'll rip your fucking hand off," You tugged on your arm, trying to pull yourself free from his grasp, but his grip was tight and unyielding.
"You know I'm stronger than you, sweetheart.” He whispered gently, “Don't waste your energy.”
“You—” A sharp yank cut you off, and before you knew what was happening, Gideon was dragging you away from the busy street and into a dark alley.
He didn’t let go of you, not until the two of you were out of sight and away from prying eyes.
He stood with his back to the street, keeping his eyes trained on you, and you mirrored his actions, glaring daggers at him.
There was an uneasy silence, and neither of you dared to speak, too afraid that the wrong words would be the trigger to set the other off.
Finally, Gideon sighed and broke the silence, his tone tired and exasperated, "You never make things easy, do you? Why can't you just let things be easy?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hurt your feelings, Sweetheart?" You sneered, and he shook his head, "Maybe if you weren't such an arrogant, narcissistic bastard, I wouldn't have a problem with you."
"Maybe if you'd just let me talk to you without throwing a hissy fit, I wouldn't have to resort to drastic measures," He shot back, and you glared at him.
"Why should I? Everything out of your mouth is utter bullshit." You stepped towards him, and the two of you were chest to chest, his head tilted down, and your eyes locked on his.
"You're so annoying," He grumbled, and you grinned, "Why can't you be like the rest of the women around here? They’re the ones with some common sense."
"Common sense? If they were smart, they'd stay the hell away from you."
"I don't know whether to take that as an insult or a compliment," He mused. He had a smug look on his face, and you were overcome with the urge to punch him.
"Shut up. I don't want to hear another word from you."
"That's a lie. You love hearing my voice; it's like a beautiful melody. It's what keeps you going, day after day," He drawled, and you could feel his warm breath tickling your face and making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. “A soft lullaby, a beautiful serenade, that has the power to captivate any audience. I bet my voice plays in your dreams every night, keeping you awake and leaving you wanting more."
"Shut. Up." You repeated, but this time, your words were much less convincing, and he chuckled, his eyes lighting up.
"You can deny it all you want, but we both know the truth. I could tell you what I know about you and what goes on inside that pretty little head of yours, but that would spoil the surprise and ruin the mystery," He leaned closer, his lips hovering above your ear, "And we can't have that, can we?"
"You're delusional, just like the idea that G-Man Media is the best there is. You're the one who has the delusion and fantasy of thinking the world succumbs to you. You are nothing, Graves; you are a pathetic, spineless, weak-minded man-child who can't even face reality.”
“Listen here, Buddy—”
“Oh, struck a nerve, did I? Do I need to remind you that no one, and I mean no one, wants to work with you? They do it because you have money, and if they want their business to succeed, they have to kiss your ass. But once that money runs out, and it will, you will be a nobody again, just like you were when you were a sad, lonely little boy, sitting in your room, crying and whining, and wondering why no one would play with you."
Gideon’s smooth expression fell, and for a moment, he was stunned into silence, his mouth open and his eyes wide.
"How... How dare you!" He snarled, his voice rising.
"How dare I? You're the one who dragged me down here and forced me to talk to you when I told you multiple times I didn't want to. If you didn’t want the truth, then you should have stayed away." You spat, and he scowled, his face twisted with rage.
"You—"
"I know. I'm an awful, terrible person, but at least I can admit it. Can you?"
He froze, his mouth open, but the words stuck in his throat, and he looked away, avoiding your gaze.
"That's what I thought," You smirked, "Don't worry, Graves, I won't hold it against you.”
You took this as your time to leave. He didn’t have a comeback, and he didn't seem interested in talking anymore. So, with his head turned away and his back to you, you started to walk away.
You were barely five steps away when you felt a hand on your wrist, and your heart jumped into your throat, your fight or flight instinct kicking in.
In one fluid motion, you swung your arm around to strike him, but he caught it with ease and grabbed the other one, his grip on your wrists strong and unyielding, no matter how hard you struggled.
No words were spoken, just a few pained grunts and strained gasps and the sound of shuffling and scuffing feet as you tried to pull away and escape his hold.
But you failed and gave up when you noticed that he wasn’t glaring at you anymore. Instead, he looked conflicted and lost, his eyes filled with a myriad of emotions and a troubled frown on his lips.
The two of you remained in that position, standing mere inches apart; the only sound filling the air was the sound of your heavy breathing and the occasional whimper or grunt that escaped one of you.
"Let me go, Graves." You whispered, and his grip tightened on your wrists, and his eyes met yours again, the look in them almost pleading.
"Let me go," You repeated, but your words were softer this time, and your tone was less forceful and more imploring.
He didn’t speak or make a sound, but his grip loosened. If you tugged just a little, you would be able to slip free. He would let you leave.
And yet, you didn’t.
Your body was telling you to leave, to put as much distance between the two of you as possible, but your mind and your heart were saying something else entirely.
His touch burned your skin, and it left a pleasant, tingling feeling wherever he touched.
You felt his breath on your face, and it made you shiver and your stomach churn as your brain tried to decipher what was happening and what it meant.
“Gideon…” You mumbled, and his eyes widened a tad, but he still didn’t say anything.
It was the first time you’d called him by his first name, and you didn't know why, but the atmosphere had changed. It was less hostile and more intimate, in a way.
"You're so infuriating," You whispered, "You're a smug, arrogant, conceited asshole, and I can't stand being around you."
"You're not exactly a joy to be around, either." He said, his tone lacking the usual venom and arrogance. His voice was soft, like that lullaby he'd mentioned earlier.
"But you're so..." You trailed off, unable to find the right word.
"I'm so what?" He prompted, but his question was more like a plea, and his eyes were hopeful and shining, a hint of something you couldn't quite identify hidden within their depths.
"You're just... So..." You bit your lip and looked away, unable to meet his intense, piercing gaze, "You're so..."
"So...?" He pressed, leaning in closer.
He was close, so close, the tips of your noses were almost touching, and the distance between your bodies was nearly non-existent.
He was waiting for your answer, his eyes searching yours, and his body frozen in place. He wasn't moving, not an inch, and neither were you.
You were at a crossroads, and no matter which direction you went in, there was a chance it would come back to bite you in the ass later on.
So, you made a decision.
You surged forward and crashed your lips against his, kissing him hard.
He was stunned for a moment, his hands releasing your wrists and his eyes wide, but after a moment, he seemed to relax and kissed you back, his hands gripping your waist and pulling you closer.
It was rough and messy, teeth and tongues clashing together, and lips and cheeks being bruised and bitten, as the two of you finally let loose and indulged in each other.
You didn't think and didn't stop to consider the implications of what was happening or how things would change afterward.
The only thing on your mind was Gideon, and the way his hands were roaming your body, and the way he tasted, and the way he made your skin tingle and your insides burn with desire.
You could only focus on the present and what was happening between the two of you as his tongue danced with yours and his teeth nibbled on your lower lip, sending a pleasant shudder through your body.
He broke the kiss and buried his face in the crook of your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your neck, and his hot breath against your skin was making you dizzy and lightheaded.
"Gideon," You whimpered, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging gently, on the dark locks as his lips sucked and nipped at your skin, and left a trail of dark red marks in their wake.
His glasses were pressing into your cheek, and he pulled away, his breath heavy and his hair a mess.
"Hold still," He said, and before you could respond, he reached up and pulled the offending articles off his face.
His eyes were a stunning shade of hazel, and they were filled with lust and desire, his pupils blown wide and a deep, dark look in them.
You were mesmerized, and he smiled softly as he brushed a stray strand of hair from your face and tucked it behind your ear.
"What did I say? I knew my voice would play a part in your dreams, one way or another," He hummed, a smug look on his face.
"I will break your nose and put you on your knees.” You spoke with your usual amount of venom.
To most, it would sound like a threat, but Gideon was able to read between the lines, and with that familiar smirk on his lips, he pulled you closer, his hands cupping your cheeks and his face inches from yours.
"Is that a promise?"
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twiixr4kidz · 9 months
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Hii can you do like reader sleeping on seven evil exes lap hehe I Also love ur writing!!♡
tysm!!! also apologies for how late this is i was on a hiatus ;^;
sleeping on the evil exes!!
matthew patel
he tears up a little bit
one second, you're awake and talking to him and the next, you're knocked out and drooling on his leg
he thinks you look adorable (he didn't take a picture of you what are you talking about)
he's also like, uncontrollably giggling and smiling over the fact that YOU!! FELL ASLEEP!! ON HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!
lucas lee
on the outside, he's like "hell yeah this is awesome" but you know DAMNNNN well he's screaming internally
lucas has this habit of acting like a badass on the outside but any time you do something, he's filled with an overwhelming amount of joy
he sits there with you sleeping on him for as long as he can
eventually his legs start falling asleep, so he sneakily moves your head off of his lap and onto a pillow
he also covers you up with a blanket or his jacket or whatever is around just so you don't get cold
todd ingram
treats you like a sleeping kitten
if only you were awake to see the smile on his face when he realize you were asleep, you probably would've melted
he'll run his fingers through your hair as he mumbles something under his breath about how he wishes this moment could last forever
eventually, he falls asleep sitting up
bro is hella dedicated to keep you nice and comfortable!!!
roxie richter
she honestly doesn't notice at first
she's just talking to you, telling you about her day or something that happened in this show that she's been watching, and you're not responding
at first she's like "what the heck, y/n?" and then when she realizes you're asleep, she's like "OHHHHHH" and then she's like "OH?? OH MY GOD???"
note, she's whisper-screaming to herself because she doesn't wanna wake you up
she's the kind of girl who can fall asleep anywhere, so she gets comfy next to you and crashes too
kyle katayanagi
very similarly to roxie, he's probably telling one of his crazy party stories when he realizes you're asleep
instead of stopping, he lowers his voice and keeps talking
he'll just keep telling stories until he falls asleep or until you wake up
his hand is resting on your arms as he draws circles with his thumb on it
he's really enjoying the fact that you trust him enough to just pass out on his lap like that
and you're definitely gonna get an earful of it when you wake up, because who is kyle if NOT a tease??
ken katayanagi
he's usually reading, so it takes him a moment to realize you're out
he smiles to himself, softly saying how you should've gone to bed when he said, but he still thinks it's cute
ken'll start reading to you too
he isn't sure why he does it
maybe it's something about the soothing, intimate nature of reading a book to somebody, or maybe it's just because he's ken and that's what he does
he'll bring you to bed when he's done with the chapter
he wants you to sleep well and NOT have a sore neck when you wake up, how sweet :))
gideon graves
he's a very busy guy, so this isn't new
actually it happens quite a lot
he'll get home late and you'll be falling asleep on the couch waiting for him
he greets you sweetly, sitting down next to you and putting on your favorite show to watch together
he knows that when you rest your head on his lap, you're going to fall asleep and he's more than okay with it
as much as he does love it, he tries not to get home so late that it happens in the first place
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random-theater-kid · 5 months
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Anyway rant over. Truth be told the entire time I was jealous of Julie. THAT SHOULD BE ME
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egotisticaleverything · 2 months
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YOUR NSFW HCS FOR MATTHEW PATEL IS SO DELICIOUS AND YUMMY!!!!!!!!!!!! Can you do NSFW alphabet of him please
MATTHEW PATEL
NSFW ALPHABET
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NOTE: sorry for dying again lmao im BACK and with MULTIPLE requests for Matty’s NSFW alphabet here I AM!!
WARNING/CONTAINS: face sitting, degrading, praise, mentions of public sex, bondage and mostly DOM! Reader
NSFW UNDER THE CUT
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He’s so huffy and puffy. Completely worn out- but he’ll try his best to take care of you and clean up, make sure you’re okay and comfortable and definitely cuddle with you. (Slightly awkwardly but that’s just Matty for you)
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Partners: definitely a thigh guy, like he loves them. Like you’re lying on the couch and he just comes up and places his head between your thighs. He’s. Obsessed.
His: probably his hands, he’s really awkward but super handsy and touchy. At first not really but after a while he just needs to touch you constantly. All the time.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He’s super awkward so the first time you guys had sex and he came IN YOU he freaked out because he didn’t know if you wanted that or not. You assured you that was fine and that is probably his FAVOURITE place to cum. No debates.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He’s a little into degrading… like if you walk in on him jerking off and start teasing him calling him “pathetic” and stuff he’ll literally die.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He was 100% a virgin when you met. Look at him. Hes felt the touch of only one woman ever. That woman being his middle school girlfriend. But he tries his best! He wants to make you feel good and he’s willing to put his all into it.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Cowgirl. COWGIRL. He loves when you’re on top, maybe it’s just because he likes you being in charge and that’s the best position for you to do so in… but 100% will actually melt if you ride him.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He thought the clitoris was alien propaganda. Enough said.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He doesn’t grow that much hair except in his pubic area. He’s very well groomed but has a nice little happy trail leading up his lower torso.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He’s so lovey dovey, blubbering almost incoherent praise and whines. Just constant- “I love you”s and “so good- just like that” or “pleasepleaseplease” even if he’s not begging for anything
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Super loud. Constantly whining and whimpering while he does it even if he tries to be quiet he’s horrible at it. He can not keep his mouth shut for more than 30 seconds without letting out a pornographic moan or whine.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Smell. He LOVES your smell. He’s definitely jacked off while sniffing your underwear before just craves anything that has your sent lingering on it. Especially if you’re away.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Bed, he wants you to feel comfortable and safe and what’s more comfortable and safe than your own bedroom? Also because he’s too embarrassed for public/semi public sex or even doing it on the couch most of the time.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Call him a good boy. I dare you. Run your fingers through this man’s hair and call him a good boy and tell him how handsome he looks and how amazing he is. He’ll literally fall to his knees and worship you.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Piss. Shit. He’s scared. You’re scared. You’re both scared. Everyone is scared.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He loves giving it to you, he probably asked you to sit on his face atleast one time- really shyly obviously. He came up to you all quiet and stuttering while he asked. RECEIVING THO? he’ll praise you like you’re the second coming of Jesus Christ. “Just like that- so good” literally in love with the sight of you in your knees for him, his cock engulfed in your mouth.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
You usually take charge but when he does he’s kind of in the middle. He’s probably scared to go fast and rough- he’d be scared of hurting you or breaking something. He prefers slower or more paced sex. Very sensual and loving.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He doesn’t hate them but doesn’t love them. He much rather have you all to himself for an extended period of time, he just wants you for ever and ever!
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He’d be so shy that he’d probably stay very vanilla until you pushed him out of his comfort zone. He’s so scared to ask for things he’s just a nervous wreck 99% of the time.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
You can and will overstimulate him. He can and will cry. Not in a bad way out of pleasure of course! He loves it though, he has good stamina you just live to see him whine and whimper under you sometimes… don’t we all?
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He’s not opposed. Definitely teased him with a vibrator before, tying his hands to the bed and resting it on the tip of his cock, watching him whine and beg for too to stop teasing him.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He doesn’t like to tease BUT he loves to BE teased. Always resting your hand on his upper thigh dangerously close to his crotch, subtly calling him the nicknames you call him in bed in public, ect ect. He pretends to be annoyed but LOVES IT.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Loud. LOUD. LOUD MAN. Whines, moans, grunts, whimpers, begging, dirty talk. He’s constantly blubbering incoherently he cannot and WILL NOT shut up. In a good way OFC!!
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Probably wears a headband to keep his hair out of his face while eating you out or sucking you off- ONE OF THESE:
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X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He’s not very muscular, slightly scrawny but not completely. I’d say he’s an in between, like half scrawny nerd half toned gym bro.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
He’s got a relatively normal sex drive, nothing crazy but he will complain if you guys are alone when he’s horny. 100%.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Almost instantly tbh. Right after clean up he’s OUT. Capoot. Gone.
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hi !! can you do a gideon graves x male!reader who owns a flowershop? (if you dont do male readers thats ok lol, gn!reader is good too)
Better than Any Boquet
(a Gideon Graves x male flowershop owner! reader)
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EEE MY FIRST REQUEST !! (TYSM ANON IM LITERALLY SO HAPPY ABOUT THIS) ALSO I DO ALL GENDER READERS !! SO MALE READER ISNT A PROBLEM AT ALL !!! ^_^ (ALSO I WILL SAY THAT THIS SUUUUUPER LONG. I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO MAKE IT ANY SHORTER BUT PLS DONT BLAME ME IM BARELY STARTING 🙁 ) BUT I RLLY DO HOPE U ENJOY BC THIS HONESTLY TOOK ME SO LONG TO PUT TOTHER. BUT THANK U AGAIN !!! <3333 (also this isnt proofread so)
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Gideon had been acting..strange lately. The league noticed, his employees noticed, even he noticed ! But, nobody could seem to pinpoint what exactly it was.
He had been going out more, being a little bit less harsh on certain people, and the biggest thing people noticed was the amount of flowers around now. Of course nobody dared to ask, heavens no ! But still, it was strange. It’s not like he was a big fan of the flowers himself, but for some reason he had so many around.
Eventually, it had started as a routine. Day after day he would do the exact same thing ! Saying he needs to go do something ‘important’ out, taking his leave, and ending up in the local flowershop. But why ? Its not like he was there for the flowers, no. He had a better reasons.
He walks in, his mind somewhere else before hearing something that completely snapped him out of it. A simple, “Good morning, Mr, Graves!”
< Thats > what he was here for.
The nice owner, thats what he was here for! How could we forget? How could he forget such a nice boy, the same boy who helps him every day no matter how many questions he asks or how many times he ends up repeating them. He even remembered his name! Not by the fact that he’s THE Gideon Graves, but by the fact that he comes in every day to his shop !
Will he ever admit its for him? Maybe later. But right now? Certainly not ! He can’t lose such a ‘friendship’ with this lovely boy he’s met ! For now, he simply comes in, looking for him at the desk in the front. Asking things such as “How do I take care of these?” or “What type of flowers would go best with this event ?” . Simple things to hide the fact that he’s only there to see him and to hear him talk.
After about an hour of mindless questions and small talk, he comes home, once again with a boquet of flowers in hand. He couldn’t help it ! He HAD to buy flowers every time he’d go in there, or he’d leave feeling a bit bad. So, there he goes, grabbing another empty vase and putting some water in it, then placing the flowers inside.
He sighed, looking around at all the flowers he now had. How long could he keep this up ? How long could he push his feelings for this boy away and just keep going and buying flowers, never making a move?
It honestly didn’t take long, he was running out of room for flowers and was so head over heels he couldn’t help himself anymore.
Though, for the first time he couldn’t help but feel a bit afraid. Would you like him? I mean yeah, he does have quite the name and ego, not to mention the billions he has in cash, but would you really find him attractive? He guessed he’d just have to find out.”
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He spent about a week thinking about this.
Infact, he spent the whole time trying to distract himself, he had forgotten to go to the flowershop. After the week, he had finally decided to go say something. Thats when he remembered. He spent the whole week away from YOUR presence after being there non-stop for a few months!
Now he was really worried. He probably made you sick thinking something must have happened since he stopped coming for a whole week!
So, off he went! Sprinting down the street to the flowershop, holding on to his glasses for life. His plan? Say everything through a letter. He couldnt get himself to say it to your face, no matter how big of an ego he had.
He comes in, pushing the door open, almost falling over as he catches his breath before looking up. And there you were, making direct eye contact with him as you out new fresh flowers in a certain section.
“Mr. Graves! There you are! I was wondering where you’d been.” You say, giving him that same, sweet smile.
“Please..call me Gideon.” He says, closing the door behind him as he comes in entirely. “I have something..a bit more important for you this time.” “Anything! What do you need, Gideon?” He liked how you had listened without a question.
“I need a boquet of roses, the best ones you’ve got, and I need you to put this letter in there. But, I’d like you to read it first.” He says, handing the note to him. “I need these by 5 p.m today, and I’d like for you to write me a reply on the letter of what you think.”
With that he mutters a “Thank you” and runs out quickly, not even giving you a chance to respond.
You stand there, a bit dumbfounded. But, there was no need to go chase him down and question him. It seemed simple enough. So, you grab the roses, picking the best ones as he’d asked. Then, the letter.
You grab the letter, opening it slowly, then is when you get met with something..suprising.
“Sorry about the leave, I couldn’t be here for this. All these visits were never about the flowers, it was about you. I wanted to get closer, but never knew how. I’ve liked you for all these months, and never knew how to truely say it. You were always too kind, and quite the handsome man too, giving me that smile every day I walked in, no matter how clueless I was about anything. Especially the flowers. But you always listened to me. But, I do love you and everything you do a lot. And I would love to have you by my side. Because to me, you’re better than any boquet.”
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