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its-deputy-caleb · 2 years

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omg i saw requests are open!!! can we get some kiss HCS for some of the far cry 6 crew! thank you so much!

i've had the most chaotic week :'')))) so i really enjoyed writing these HCs! i might be slowing down on requests for a little bit, i'm still gonna be writing when i can but i might just work on some self indulgent fics to cheer myself up! but for now pls enjoy these soft head cannons and i've decided to do a few extra characters

and yes i'm permanently adding carlos now, i'm a simp and i know i aint alone so ya'll are stuck with me and my questionable taste in men :) <3

Dani Rojas

Ever since the first time you kissed Dani, she’s been more than enthusiastic about kisses and general public displays of affection.

It was a spontaneous spur of the moment, liberating the cathedral in Esperanza when you’d thrown your arms around her shoulders and kissed her right on the lips.

Dani is never shy when it comes to asking for kisses, whether its good luck smooches before her missions or returning home tired, sweaty and in need to of some lovin’.

She’ll definitely tell you that she loves all your kisses but her favourite type has to be in the early morning as you pepper sleepy kisses along her jaw and collarbones whilst you cuddle.

Of course, this is Yara and as Clara’s best and brightest Dani has her fair share of injuries from her time on the road. But that only means you get to kiss over her bandages and make her feel better with a daily dose of affection.

Clara García

Clara’s definitely not shy when it comes to kisses, in fact she’s rather confident when she kisses you in the centre of her camp.

The first time you had kissed her was almost a matter of necessity. You had returned to Clara’s command center after a narrow miss with Castillo’s special forces, and there was nothing you wanted more than to fall into her arms. She held you tightly as you kissed her gently and the two of you have never looked back.

Clara doesn’t have to ask for kisses, not only is she la Jefa, but you’re always by her side to fight the revolution and give her kisses in-between.

Her favourite types of kisses are on her hands, palms or knuckles. She loves the public display of affection when you take her hand and litter kisses on her hand after she’s addressed her people or you’re about to head off to a mission.

On the rare occasion the two of you get a night off together, Clara will always take you to a quiet area to snuggle and watch the boats race across the water. Whilst her arms are snug around you and you chat softly, there’s a string of kisses all over temples and forehead.

Juan Cortez

Please give this man all the kisses because he’s stubborn and has an ego that’s too high for him to properly ask for them. It’s not that Juan is embarrassed to ask for affection, he just doesn’t know how unless he’s in his sappy drunk state where he won’t stop asking for kisses.

The first time you’d kissed Juan, his brain went into a malfunction. He’d just shown you his latest supremo design, flexing all the cool new gadgets and poison dispenser to fuck with the FND when you moved his drawings to the side and kissed him squarely on the mouth.

Juan’s never been keen on relationships over his string of one night stands, so asking for any affection is new to him. But when it’s just the two of you in his bunker or out on a mission he will happily ask for his fair share of love.

His favourite kind of kisses are on the bridge of his nose. Juan just melts when you hold his face in your hands and press gentle kisses along his nose.

After you all made a move on the capital, storming the Torre Del León to take down Castillo. The two of you were standing on the balcony over looking the city of Esperanza, your arms are wrapped tightly around his torso in a hug as you place kisses along his cheeks.

Camila ‘Espada’ Montero

Camila can absolutely take on anything the FND throw at her, but when it comes of public affection she ends up rather flustered.

She went bright red with a flush you’ve never seen on her before when you first kissed her in front of everyone at the Montero Farm after a day of attacking tobacco fields in Aguas Lindas (Philly totally cheered for you two whilst Carlos threatened to skin you like a croc if you mistreated his daughter)

It’s definitely difficult for Camila to ask for things she wants, maybe it was from being the oldest Montero but she slowly learns to ask for your affection. Of which, you’re more than happy to provide as you smother her with smooches.

Her favourite kisses from you are always after dinner or a big feast. It started off with you kissing away some sauce on her cheek but now you finish each meal with a cheesy kiss and jokes that she’s your dessert.

Camila has her fair share of stress around the farm, leading new recruits and trying to keep the peace between her brother and the rest of the residents so you do your best to keep her sane. That of course involves you dragging her away from work or her practice post to give her lots of kisses all over her face.

Philly Barzaga

Philly is probably over-enthusiastic for his daily dose of kisses, and almost always going to be flirty in his classic Philly magic style.

He couldn’t stop dancing and cheering when you had first kissed him. It was down at his workshop, the two of you working on designs for diesel daisy and sharing a cerveza to finish the night off. Of course, that lead you to kiss him gently and you watched as his face lit up like fireworks.

Asking for kisses is a walk in the park for Philly and he totally pulls out all his cards. Whenever he’s in need for some extra smooches he holds chorizo up and the two of them make puppy dog eyes until you cave and pamper him.

His favourite type of kisses are on the back of his neck. He just loves when you surprise him by wrapping your arms around him from behind (hopefully whilst there’s no sharp tools in his hands) and pepper his neck with kisses as you squeeze him lovingly.

Of course, Philly has his moments which leave him shaken whether that’s trying to save Ale or freaking out from his fear of flying. In those moments he just needs all your love and support so you never fail to kiss his forehead and hold him close.

Bembé Alvarez

Bembé is totally confident in his ability to deliver kisses, I mean common the man knows he’s sexy and he’s been told how good of a kisser he is.

He was definitely caught of guard when you kissed him first (it was his plan to make you flustered not the other way around). You had just finished a raid, snatching the profit from the Gulov twins on behalf of Bembé. It was late at night, and you were on your way home from his church as you bid him goodnight with a soft kiss to his lips.

From that first kiss, Bembé is more than happy to ask for kisses. He loves showing affection in front of others but he will also ask for a peck over intimate dinners and moments alone with you.

Don’t tell anyone but his favourite types of kisses are the really tender forehead kisses. He has to be in the right mood for them, preferably right before he falls asleep with you in his arms but Bembé will show you his softer side and expect lots of soft kisses on his brow-line, forehead and temple.

Bembé loves the quiet moments with you on the roof of his church. His head can rest in your lap as he runs through his numbers in some peace whilst you occasionally bend down to kiss him.

Carlos Montero

Carlos Montero has a lot of pride in his work, however he’s lost touch with any sort of romance over the years which has led to a certain shyness when it comes to kisses and public displays of affection.

When you first kissed him it was rather unplanned. He had narrowly escaped the attack of José in Verdera and in a state of panic and relief you held his face in your hands and kissed him gently.

Despite his reluctance for romantic activities, you slowly help build up that confidence which was always there. Carlos eventually asks you for kisses around camp or whilst you’re driving around Madrugada in his truck.

His favourite type of kisses has to be when you kiss the corner of his mouth or his chin. Carlos adores walking around Sirena Bay with you, his arm looped over your shoulder whilst you cuddle close and kiss the bottom of his lip.

Whenever there are big celebrations in the Montero Farm, with lots of drinks, singing and dancing, Carlos always takes your hand and asks you to dance under the fairy lights in the middle of camp. Everyone watches the two of you, cheering as you sway together and place gentle kisses along each other’s cheeks.

#far cry 6 #fc6 #fc6 headcannons #fc6 writing #far cry #dani rojas #dani rojas x reader #clara garcia #clara garcia x reader #juan cortez #juan cortez x reader #camila montero #camila montero x reader #philly barzaga #philly barzaga x reader #bembe alvarez #bembe alvarez x reader #carlos montero #carlos montero x reader

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impunkster-syndrome · 3 months

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I keep thinking about FND as a possibility instead of epilepsy because of something weird going on internally.

I'm hyperphantasic, so things I see in my mind are incredibly realistic at times and this can get out of control fast. We usually try to keep things cartoony due to that.

But flashing lights internally and seeing them still has some amount of an effect on me. It's similar to an aura. Even the living computer that will stand and show me flashing lights until I freeze and my thoughts go blank impacts me.

#cripplepunk #madpunk #neuropunk #fnd #epilepsy #functional neurological disorder

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saltygilmores · 7 months

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THOUGHTS WHILE WATCHING GILMORE GIRLS-SEASON 3, EPISODE 1: LAZY HAZY CRAZY DAYS (PART 2)

Anyone seen Jess lately? Eh, we already know what (who) he's been into this summer. But yeah that was definitely Jess. Winter, spring, summer, fall. even with a broken foot, Taylor Doose does not cease, yield, desist, nor take a break from his quest to line his pockets with the money of the citizens of Stars Hollow, under the guise of some sort of charity event. Fun! Let me guess, the Bridge again?

Sounds like a good excuse for Jess Mariano to wear short sleeves and engage in some tonsil hockey underneath a tree.

Mmm, Window Doritos. Luke and Lorelai still haven't made up. She's been avoiding him and the diner the entire freaking summer? There's no way. Without Luke providing her daily supply of supermarket Folger's, she would wither away and die.

Scenes that take place outside of The Hollow are usually the most fun but I predict this is going to be lame. They got some early 2000's politicans to make cameos in this one, people I'm sure the 16 year olds watching this show when it aired (or ever) cared about.

Who's this putz? *squints at nametag* Nice to meet you...James. He looks like a nice normal generically handsome dude, maybe for once Rory could stand to go on a date with a handsome dullard who won't kick up any leaves, kinda like that time Richard and Emily tried to hook Lorelai up with this guy's father.

Paris Geller for President, Rory Gilmore as her first lady.

You don't have a prayer with either of them Jamesy. Ohhhhh. James is JAMIE. Of course. I remember this generically cute, mass-manufactured piece of untoasted WonderBread now. The one who...takes Paris' virginity. Welp I guess I have to take back the whole "You don't have a prayer" thing then.

Paris agrees to dinner plans with UTWB (Untoasted White Bread), not realizing she agreed to a date, and Rory has to tell her what happened, and when Rory is more knowledgable about dating and relationships than you are, you know you have work to do. So what we have here is a fine blend: one part Paris being unable to relate to people, one part confusion about her sexuality, a subject that this show will refuse to ever touch on, and one part realizing she agreed to a date with a boy who is a bottle of human Nyquil, throw this all in a blender and you've got a recipe for a Paris Geller nuclear anxiety attack.

Kirk our neurodivergent king.

You do not, don't lie to him like that. Lorelai did invent a vanishing cream though. She slathers it on every time she leaves work in the middle of the day. Lorelai: Don't cows eat hay? Kirk: Yes, but "Grass There" is a bad name. LOL, that got a good laugh out of me. We love you Kirk. Keep being you. Lorelai and Emily have a pointless debate on the phone about what date Rory was supposed to be arriving home, Lorelai says she's coming home on Saturday whereas Emily insists she was misled to believe she would be home in time for FND tomorrow. Jesus Christ, Emily. Can't you let that poor girl decompress and have some time to herself after being away from home all summer? Can you let her skip one FND? Rotten. Emily wants to know where Crusty is and Lorelai says Satan is "Away on business". "Away on Business"=In the firey shrieking depths of hell (Boston?) Emily wants her beloved Crusty to join FND tomorrow. I swear to god if I have to fast forward past yet another Crusty FND I'm gonna scream.

No no no no. NO. Where is Alex? Bring me Alex! #SaltyIsAnAlexStan #PossiblyTheOnlyAlexStan

JarPad has a real talent for making every thing Dean says sound so ominous and serial-killer like. Rory: That gives me three hours to look presentable. Should I go blond?

He should want her to go blond because it'll be easier to conceal her identity when he kidnaps her and takes her on the run. Not only does Emily want to wrench Rory off her flight in mid air to force her into FND but she's agreed to meet Dean immediately after his plane touches down only 3 hours after her own?! Not only that, it's September 3rd, which means a new school year is starting next week, she's trying to talk Paris down from a nuclear anxiety attack and get her ready for her first date, I'd say that I don't know how Rory is acting so calm under all this pressure but we know she's bottling it up inside like a powder keg ready to explode and it's just a matter of time. Is this his home or a hotel room? It looks like a serial kiler's motel room on the side of abandoned highway. That chair is made of human skin. That's totally a serial killer's old tv, one where he holes up watching America's Most Wanted and grainy news reports about his own escape from justice. "My plane is arrving at 6" he says, unaware that the police tapped his phone lines. That shirt looks like something he took off of one of his victim's or bought from a dying K-Mart in some small town, where there's a cashier named Phyllis who's been working there for 30 years, he paid cash, tried to avoid looking directly into the store's security cameras, Phyllis just smacks her gum as she rings up his serial killer polo shirt, gallon of bleach, tarps and rubber gloves. To be fair, Jess threatens to murder Dean and dump his body in a ditch not long after he's already murdered Shane and fed her to the swans in this season. All the more reason Dean and Jess should call a truce, realize they have more in common than they think, and leave Rory alone.

Whew. There's so much to unpack in just these two sentences. Just like all the dead bodies Dean Forester has to unpack from his trunk.

That's what his victims say before he leads them to their demise. Rory has to hang up on Dean Wayne Gacy because Paris is melting down as her date with Nyquil approaches. Dean has to hang up because the SWAT team is about to bust down his door.

Rory's reaction to Dean saying "I Love You". She doesn't say it back. Stay tuned for part 3.

#gilmore girls #denise rewatches gilmore girls #gilmore girls season 3 #rory gilmore #lorelai gilmore #paris geller #kirk gleason #Anti Dean Forester #lazy hazy crazy days #Alex Stan #Phyllis #Kmart #Human Skin Chair #Blood Stained Striped Polo Shirt #Salty's Crime Podcast

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conradscrime · 7 months

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The Murder of Peter Fabiano

October 30, 2023

On October 31, 1957, Halloween night, in Sun Valley, California, a 35 year old hairdresser named Peter Fabiano answered his door shortly after 11 pm. Peter, being a little annoyed due to the late trick or treaters, said, "It's a little late for this, isn't it?"

The person standing on the other side of the door was not a child -- the person was taller, with a "grotesque" painted face, domino mask and wearing men's clothing including blue jeans, a khaki jacket and red gloves.

The trick or treater replied in a deep voice, "No" and held up a paper bag with a gun inside it. Then a gunshot was heard, and Peter's wife, Betty, and her teenaged daughter, Judy ran to the door to discover the shooter had already ran off and Peter was lying on his back.

Judy ran to the neighbours house, Bud Alper, who worked for the Los Angeles Police. In no time, officers were at the Fabiano's.

Peter was transferred to the Sun Valley Receiving Hospital where he later died from massive bleeding.

Peter was born in 1923, and after serving in World War II, was an extremely successful hairdresser in the area, and him and his wife Betty appeared to be a perfect couple, owning two beauty salons in LA. Betty claimed she was 36 years old and had two teenagers from a previous marriage. She had married Peter in 1955.

Betty had said that she, Peter and Judy had just went to bed shortly before the doorbell rang that night after 11pm. When Peter went to the door, Betty heard two adult voices, one that sounded masculine and the other sounded like a man impersonating a woman.

The murder of Peter Fabiano was known as the "Trick or Treat Murder" in the media, but who would commit this heinous crime?

A 43 year old woman named Goldyne Pizer was a medical secretary and described as "matronly." She graduated from Los Angeles High School in 1934 and had gotten married in the 1940's, but was either widowed or divorced it's unclear. In 1957, Goldyne met a 40 year old woman, Joan Rabel, who lived only 1 mile from Goldyne's house near the Sunset Strip in Hollywood.

Joan is more of a mystery. Some sources claim she was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and came to the US from Lithuania. Joan was a photographer and writer, often travelling to Hawaii for inspiration it's claimed. In 1957, Joan was also divorced and working for Peter Fabiano in his salon.

It was working for Peter that Joan met Betty, and the two hit it off. Joan considered herself a good friend to both Fabiano's. Eventually, Joan claimed that Betty told her Peter was abusive and controlling, and Joan began to obsess about the idea of getting Betty out of this life with Peter. Betty had even left Peter for a short period of time and stayed with Joan.

Joan would often discuss the Fabiano's to Goldyne, calling Peter "pure evil." The two would talk about Peter and Betty over coffee, and over a 3 month period, somehow, Joan had convinced Goldyne to become a hitwoman for her. She did not pay Goldyne for the actual hit, however she provided her money for a gun and borrowed a getaway car from another friend.

After the murder on Halloween, Goldyne was driven home by Joan who told her, "Forget you ever knew me."

On November 1, 1957, the next morning, Goldyne discovered she had not disposed of the gun, Joan had left those instructions out. Goldyne took the gun to Bullock's flagship store and put it in a storage locker.

It only took 2 weeks for the police to fnd this gun and question Goldyne, who confessed immediately. Both women were arrested for the murder.

In court, Goldyne was crying and showing obvious remorse, but Joan was stone cold, showing no emotion except for sometimes smiling. Goldyne plead not guilty by reason of insanity, claiming that Joan had cast some sort of spell on her that was impossible to resist.

On March 11, 1958, Goldyne and Joan pleaded guilty to second degree murder to avoid trial. Both women were sentenced to 5 years to life in prison, however no one knows how much time each of them served.

There are many rumours over this case and whether or not there was any lesbian relationships involved. Some believe that Joan and Betty's dynamic was strange, and the two were lovers. Others believe that Joan was in love with Betty, and needed to get rid of Peter as he was in the way. There has never been any definitive proof of this, and there's never been any proof that Peter was abusive to Betty.

It was claimed that Peter had asked Betty to end her friendship with Joan, which she did.

Goldyne died in 1998 in Los Angeles. Betty sold the beauty salon after Peter died and remarried in 1966. Betty died in 1999, at the age of 81 in Palm Desert, California. However, this age means that at the time of Peter's death Betty had been 39, not 36 like she claimed or those believed.

The real mystery is that no one knows what happened to Joan. She disappeared and no one was ever able to say where she went or who she became.

#true crime #crime #unsolved mysteries #unsolved #murder #homicide #unsolved murder #unsolved case #solved #mystery #halloween

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mrsdanirojas · 2 years

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Just Us Here – Dani Rojas x F!Reader

Summary: No one ever talks about how being a guerrilla can also be dreadfully boring.

So, one afternoon you and your favorite guerrilla escape to a lookout bunker and decide to play your classic favorite game (you know the one: in how many public places around Yara can you two get away with a good, quick fuck?). To your frustration, and then to your delight, she's brought along a surprise.

Notes: Here's the deal: There is no plot here. The plot is Dani Rojas straps you silly during a not-so-quickie in a semi-private place.

Also, apologies in advance for the veritable air-drop into this depraved scene…it was supposed to be a short headcanon that clearly got out of hand. Oh yeah and like,, general apologies since this is my first longer-form smut lmao.

Finally – special, special thanks to @its-deputy-caleb and @aexelle for reading, kind words, and great feedback. 💕

Content notes: Explicit so minors SCRAM. Also semi-public sex, strap-on use, hair pulling, nipple play. Um, and lack of plot.

Words: 1877

On AO3.

It began innocently enough, as a game you two had created during the long hours standing watch.

Well – no, it hadn't begun innocently at all, but what had started out playfully soon became a foolhardy pastime neither of you had the slightest intention of stopping.

The game is simple.

Which is how you find yourself here, in a recently-cleared FND bunker, straddling Dani Rojas on the only weathered metal folding chair in the place, head thrown back, hands lost in her sweaty hair, riding for dear life.

"Eso, mamita," she murmurs, guiding your rolling hips and driving her cherished emerald green strap into you at a steady yet deliberate pace, hypnotizing rhythm between your legs threatening to send you into orbit embarrassingly quickly. That Dani's smooth, sweet voice brushing against your ear never fails to make you ache with want isn’t helping in the slightest.

The squeak of the stout metal chair cuts through the soft wet sounds of you riding the strap. The slap of your bare, flushed skin rings out inside the bunker, and probably outside of it, too. Your ragged gasps hang in the air, interspersed with Dani's occasional groans as the domino etched on her hand disappears under your thighs and ass to lift and better support you. Just outside and down the hill, a rumbling truck ambles by on the service road, reminding you where the fuck you are.

Though that particular emerald green strap (sinfully girthy; silicone; long enough to torment you in whatever position Dani feels like that day) is your favorite too, she's never had the gall to bring it with her out into the field – fully on and ready, no less – so you'd nearly ripped her a new one when she backed you up to the bunker wall.

"You can't be carrying around distractions all day. You could get hurt, Dani," you'd hissed.

Dani had simply sighed. "Ay, mami, how do I say this?" she began, stopping to run a hand through her hair and cup your warm cheek, thumb unconsciously stroking your cheekbone. "If we're working together, then I don't need to put on a strap to be carrying around a distraction all day." She wiggled her eyebrows knowingly, and you fought back a smile as your stomach did a small flip.

You hadn't pressed the issue, both because you adored the idea that you were distraction enough for the lethal guerrilla, and because the supple head of Dani's strap coming to rest on your exposed thigh promptly short-circuited your brain. She hadn't let you think twice before summarily disposing of your jeans, underwear, and top to boot, leaving them splayed across the dingy floor of the bunker in a heady race to pin you exactly where she wanted you. It was exactly where you wanted, too, considering how unbearably good she looked, inked-up arms straining out of her torn tank, thick strap swinging out of the fly of her pants. So that's why they were so baggy today.

Now, that same strap is stretching you out, Dani filling you up completely in the way you so often crave, gradually teasing the sensual depths of your heat with especial cruelty. You hold Dani's glowing face with both hands, running a thumb along your favorite scar on her eyebrow, as she in turn holds your gaze with luminous eyes and fucks you, her need growing in tandem with yours. Somewhere, in the recesses of your mind, you figure she must have chosen the color to match her gorgeous eyes, before a deliciously deep thrust brings you back.

"Fuck," you whimper, closing your eyes and letting your forehead fall against hers as you continue grinding on top of her.

As is always the case during this game, you want to lose yourself wholly to Dani's whims, but you force yourself to stay grounded enough to glance out of the bunker's small opening for passersby. You don’t see anyone. Just outside the shelter, thin dark palm shadows dance about the lower foliage, itself fluttering in the bright sun. A wary dragonfly pauses, suspended mid-flight, then flits away. You become dimly aware of the stream trickling some feet away, and the dry rustle of old discarded documents flapping in the warm breeze.

Picking up on your preoccupation, Dani shoots you a breathless grin through her own escalating arousal. Supporting your waist now with just one arm, she takes a messy fistful of your hair and carefully pulls your head back until you're arching your neck and looking up at the low concrete ceiling. Oh. The gesture, and the vulnerability of your new position, sends shockwaves down the back of your neck through to your throbbing core. You let out a weak sigh and watch the ceiling approach and recede as you slide on Dani’s strap, relishing her near-absolute control of your body and the roughness of her grasp.

Then the arm around your waist pulls you in closer, angling you so Dani can now directly pound into your sweet spot, all teasing unequivocally out the bunker window. You’ve barely completed one sharp intake of breath before another replaces it – still holding your head back firmly, Dani takes the tender flesh of your right nipple between her teeth, at once suckling gently and increasing the intoxicating pace she’d set earlier. You gasp, hands falling to Dani's shoulders for support, nails raking the defined muscles rippling through her soaked tank, making her hum with delight. You can feel the slick warmth of her tongue trace salacious circles on your skin, can feel every inch of the strap as it plumbs your depths, sliding almost all the way out before driving back in to the hilt.

"Ay, Dani," you whine to the ceiling, successfully driven past the point of caring about anyone or anything outside the bunker. Your hand finds the back of her head, caresses the damp hair as you revel in the sensation of her teeth pulling gently on your sensitive nipples in between rough sucks and wide licks.

“That’s a good girl. It’s just us here, mi amor,” she mumbles around your turgid flesh still caught between her lips, tightening her punishing grip on your hair. At her praise, another jolt of searing heat burns through you, eclipsing the burning in your legs. All you can do is repeat her name to the room as she continues mercilessly rutting into you, marking up your breasts, until the pleasure courses through your limbs like liquid fire. Of their own volition, your thighs tighten around her waist, desperate to relieve the mounting pressure between your legs. Though you can't look down, you can feel yourself dripping onto her lap.

Guiding your head by the hair still in her relentless grip, Dani brings your mouth back down to hers so she can drink in your free-flowing moans as she fucks you fast and hard, knowing from your tightening clutch on her worn shirt that this particular tempo is going to bring you to your bliss.

She knows you well. Your eyes flutter, then close as your mouth opens. You gasp into her breaths fluttering across your lips, grateful to have her close again as the room spirals around you. You feel your walls wrap themselves around the thick strap, and you roll faster, deeper, into Dani’s furiously working hips.

“Así, mamita, I got you,” Dani pants against your parted mouth, softly but herself clearly close to her own peak. She pulls you closer, just in time, because you cry out, legs seizing her waist, now clenching fistfuls of her hair with both hands as the first waves of your orgasm rock you. Your cunt spasms around her, and Dani maintains her pace through the pain in her scalp, grunting in ruthless pursuit of her own release. “Coño. Shit.”

“Oh my god, Dani – así, así,” you sob into her lush lips, before they sweep yours into a blazing kiss. You tremble as your entire world is reduced to the length of the strap deep inside you, plowing you now with short, forceful thrusts, thick head bullying further into you as you pulsate around it. You want the pleasure of such out-and-out, deep-down, toes-curling fucking to never ever end, and at the same time you’re not sure you can possibly hang on another moment. Mercifully, your wave breaks, languid warmth flooding you as you come, moaning in Dani's mouth.

“Mierda,” Dani growls in response to your wanton sounds, hips rolling a fraction more slowly to lock into her own imminent release. She rides her own high as you manage to hold on, one arm now thrown around her shoulders and the other running through her hair again in pure post-fuck adoration.

In your sex-addled state you admire Dani, her own head thrown back now, small braid in her hair swinging as she rides the base of the strap still destroying you through the ebbing of your peak. Another moan escapes you, the rhythm and her conviction rekindling the fire you thought you’d just finished swallowing whole. The urgency of her arousal, electrifying and palpable as she continues to thrust into you, is enough to bring you to a second, sweeter crest with her. She groans, eyes squeezing shut, suddenly yanking your hair back again as she comes with a snarl. You cry out, second orgasm positively heightened by the motion of your head whipping back at her whim.

Chest heaving, brow dripping, Dani tenderly releases your hair to cradle and massage the back of your head as you lean back and drift in her arms. If you had managed to keep your eyes open, you would have caught her green eyes gazing at you with an almost pained reverence. You don’t realize you’re still grinding lazy, infinitesimal circles on her strap, chasing the recent memory of the all-consuming pleasure in your heat, and you barely register the soft slick of the strap sliding out of you, until it releases with a small wet sound. You whine, already missing the sensation.

Again, a stray thought materializes in the back of your mind – in the frightfully small space not consumed with the perpetual carnal urge to ride your guerrilla until the wheels fall off – you positively marvel at Dani’s stamina.

Dani hums, content. “So, beat-up old squeaky bunker, huh? Check?” she smirks, wiping you down carefully, but you're still floating down from the clouds of your bliss.

“How…” you begin when you can finally speak, still breathless, cunt still twitching steadily. Your eyes flutter open, hazy and sated, and meet hers.

“Hmm?” Dani asks, absentmindedly caressing your cheek once more.

“How do you make that seem so easy?” you ask, placing an unsteady hand flat on her chest, toying with the neckline of her tank, unable to stop replaying the memory of her toned hips sustaining their dizzying tempo through her own orgasm.

Dani laughs, the sound renewing the flood of warmth between your bruised thighs. You smile, make a decision then and there.

“Coño, you think I lug around three rifles and a pistol every day just to help free Yara?” Dani winks, giving your sore hips a commanding squeeze.

It's your turn to laugh. “Let’s do some training then, guerrilla,” you say, pulling her in again.

#dani rojas x reader #dani rojas x f!reader #smut #smutty smut #dani rojas #dani rojas fc6 #far cry 6 #writings #holyyyy shit what have I done #ty for reading/stopping by

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autisticethanmorgan · 6 months

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(^in reference to me saying Ethan has FND) @bettyweir

WHY THANK YOU FOR ASKING

FND stands for function neurological disorder which is basically a problem where your brain sometimes sends and receives signals wrong (freestyles as I like to say) which can cause things like twitches, seizures, lapse of attention and chronic headaches

It’s thought to be potentially caused by significant early childhood stress, and stress causes symptoms to worsen

The way Ethan blanks out during visions reminded me of absense seizures and lapse of attention and also he’s just like me fr so he can have my disorder too

#I AM NO EXPERT #just a haver #bro the headacges… the acheys bro #and the zoning out… and the twitching.#ethan morgan

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love-me-love-my-weirdness · 5 months

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hello! sorry if these are invasive questions and feel free to not answer any of them if they make you uncomfortable, i just can't find any good sources that aren't just about old people

why/when do you use crutches?

do you think your crutches are more helpful than your cane?

any tips on talking to a doctor about using mobility aids?

Hi! I don’t mind any questions at all. I use crutches because of my FND, which, for me, causes a lot of stiffness, pain and fatigue. I use crutches when I’m walking longer distances or when I find it too hard to stand without any support.

My crutches definitely provide more support than my cane. You can balance out your weight on them and put far more support on them. I use my cane when I can mostly walk but I need a little support going up hills or towards the end of a walk. They’re both helpful in different ways. Crutches can carry more of my weight and my cane takes up less space.

I also use crutches around the house if I’m needing a wheelchair but can still walk a little way purely for convenience (wheelchairs are hard to manoeuvre in bathrooms for instance).

The first people who checked me out advised against mobility aids because they worried I’d become too reliant on them. When I met my first physiotherapist, she immediately gave me crutches because I couldn’t walk at all without support.

You can buy your own mobility aids pretty cheap and start using them when you see fit. You can mention to the doctor “hey I started using a mobility aids recently and it’s been helpful for these reasons”.

If you want your doctors approval or advice, I’d recommend being straight forward and saying “look I really struggle with my walking especially long distances/standing/uphill/whatever you’re struggling with and I thought perhaps a mobility aid would be helpful for me”. A good doctor will at least hear you out.

Mobility aids are amazing. They help me live my life everyday. If you’re ever questioning if you need one just go for it. You’re never too young and you’re never “not disabled enough”. Make sure to keep yourself safe and if it’s hurting you find alternative aids if you can. I hope that the outcome is positive for you.

Best of luck

#anon ask #mobility aid #advice

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valcaira · 1 year

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About me

Hello folks! you can call me Cyrus or Cy. I'm 20 years old and I blog about many kind of things including disability, queerness, jewishness, art, fandom and politics.

I'm transmasc bigender nonbinary butch demiboy faggot dude and use he/him pronouns. I'm also german-belarusian and practice witchcraft.

I am vehemently kink positive and will tag posts where i'm lusting over blood, cannibalism and guts as #bloodthirst so filter out that tag if it makes you uncomfortable.

If you use Zionist as an insult, to categotize Jews into "good" and "bad", only get your sources from antizionists and refuse to listen to Jewish people who keep telling you it's a complex ideology with many facets and doesn't mean what you think it does - you are both wrong and stupid.

I also make image and video descriptions when I'm able to.

Further information under the cut:

Other Socials:

Twitter: @/sweetcarotid

Instagram: @/valcaira_art

AO3: valcaira

BYF:

My blog is a MOGAI friendly space.

I'm disabled and chronically ill. I have rheumatoid arthritis, POTS, FND with hemiparesis, a tic disorder, BPD, NPD, dpdr, psychosis and CPTSD. I'm also autistic.

In terms of political stances I consider myself left wing and a democratic socialist. Democracy is non-negotiable. I'm pro-European Union. Anti-authoritarianism. The lives and wellbeing of humans stand above all else, especially capitalism. If you're a western tankie or Russia lover don't even attempt trying to "convince" me of your ideology. I'm Belarusian. I know more than you.

If your support for minorities stops at Jewish and Romani people you might as well hurl yourself into the sun while you're at it.

I'm also an artist and have tons of OCs. If you want to talk about them and yours go ahead!

While I do allow minors to interact with my blog, I wouldn't call it strictly SFW since I make sexual jokes and make the occasional "hell yeah penis" post. I have a sideblog for hornyposting, although visit it with care as it can be very distressing to a lot of people due to it being gore centered. @bleeding-aorta

If I'm on your dni and you interact/follow me first I'm going to ignore it. I'm still open to chill with people who have different stances.

Stances:

- anti TERF, anti TIRF, anti radfem, anti bioessentialism

- pro democracy, pro european union, anti facist, anti tankie

- "narcissistic abuse" isn't a real thing and just reinforces ableism

- Transandrophobia exists

- pro mpec lesbians and gays + contradictory labels, radinclus

- professional transmed/truscum hater

- anti radqueer, anti transid

- pro para anti contact paraphile

- pro fiction. Don't harass people over what they consume in fiction. Thought crimes are not a thing and you don't automatically endorse in reality what you enjoy in fiction. Antis are free to interact but do behave please. I have horrible experiences with your group (including being sent death and rape threats).

- fuck off if you follow/support/reblog from heritageposts, brendanicus or lesbianchemicalplant. I won't tolerate tankies, NK apologists or antisemities.

- neutral on Zionism

- pro Jewish self-determination

- If you identify with the term "Asperger's" I am very likely to block you.

- attacking people for creating Harry Potter fanworks isn't helping anyone. Don't give money to JKR, enjoy your fanfic and ships. I still like reading Snarry fanfic despite not engaging with the source material anymore.

Wiccans are on thin ice.

My stance on the Israel-Palestine conflict is quite clear: Palestinians deserve their own independent state, homeland and the atrocities need to stop. Netanyahu and his Likud party is a colonizing piece of shit that needs to go. Hamas are terrorists, not "freedom fighters" and are utterly despicable. If you support Hamas in any way, shape or form stay the fuck away from me. October 7th happened and this atrocity from Hamas must not be denied. I believe in a two-state solution, as Israel deserves to exist. Jews and Palestinians are indigenous to the Levant and not a single one deserves to be hounded out of their homes. If you're ignorant about the history of Judea, Arab colonialism and the creation of Palestine by the Romans you should shut up and educate yourself. Zionism is a complicated ideology with a complicated history and I do not trust Zionist or anti-Zionist goyim. My stance on Zionism is a deeply personal thing. The atrocities and needless killing of human beings need to stop, no matter what "side" they're on. This makes me both Pro Palestine and Pro Israel. People aren't their governments. Everyone deserves to live together in peace.

Am Yisrael Chai

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nopeferatu · 9 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

OOF...well, since most of my favorite pieces of writing are eternal wips, I guess I'll just post the snippets here, haha. Please bear in mind that nearly all of them are over a year old, and none of them are very good—I do draw more than I write, after all. But I do dabble here and there and so yeah! This is some of that!

5. Untitled WIP

This is suuuper old, one of the first things I wrote after watching the movie again in early 2022 and falling deep down the rabbit hole. It's actually not that great and is pretty sad in it's entirety, so I tried to grab the better chunk, haha. Try, if you can, to mind the first person pov—I know better now.

It's been years and I still really miss you, Jack. All I known in life is the feeling a missing you. You think I'd get used to the feeling, what with all them months and miles between us in the before times, but this missing you runs so much deeper than these tired bones have ever known before.

Yanno how you said your Mama believed in the Pentecost? She ever tell you 'bout that Bible story, how God made Adam and Eve? It goes like this—the Lord took a big pile a sand and breathed into it to make Adam, then he took Adam's rib and from it, went on to make Eve.

Was thinking on it the other day and figured, what if that's how God made the two a us? What if he breathed life into a pile a horse shit, then when I came up, took my rib, put it in a rodeo fuck up and sent the two a us out to the world, pair a deuces trying to fnd their way? I always thought maybe this hurt was emptiness, where my heart went missing after you were gone 'cause you'd taken it like you took my shirt. Now I'm thinking, what if the pain's from that ol' rib coming back after you died to settle in where it don't belong no more? Tryna rearrange all my insides that gone without for so long, and my body's rejecting it like a horse rejecting rider 'cause it knows it don't belong to me no more, never did, neither.

Then again, maybe it's just busted up in there. Maybe it has been since the summer a '63, and I just ain't taken notice 'til you went on and met your maker.

Maybe this ol' heart's just broken.

Know I shouldn't be asking shit from you considering all the ways I took and didn't give you nothing but hurts in return, but I’m asking as a man who never asked for nothing from you, neither—you wait for me, Jack Twist, just a little longer. Used to say that I couldn't wait to see you again, but you helped give me a second shot, try and fix up what I didn’t think I could hardly stand no more. Now I know I can bid my time here a while longer, being a daddy and granddaddy, living out some a the life that you didn't get to have.

So you wait for me… even if it's just so I can tell you how God damn sorry I am for it all.

I love ya, little darlin'. Reckon I always have, reckon I always will. You enjoy them whiskey rivers, but make sure to save the last round for me.

4. Want

This snippet is also super old, and once again, forgive me for the first person pov. Ik a lot of ppl don't typically like it in fiction and I've also kind of grown unfond of it. I was young! I was dumb! I've learned I've learned I've learned!!!

As I'm crying and coughing up the blood from my lungs into my mouth, the second thought comes to mind: just how bad I want for Ennis to come find me, come and save me from what I know's coming next. But he weren't there. Never was, never would be. The tears came down harder 'cause a that one.

The very last impossible thing I wanted was something I dreamed of for a long time. Even though most everything I craved was outta reach, I always thought I could get it, somehow, some way if I tried hard enough. But from the very start I'd known this want was impossible, and yet sometimes I wanted it more than I wanted life itself.

Dying alone on the side a that hot Texas highway, all I wanted was to be nineteen again, close enough to touch the Heavens on Brokeback Mountain.

I thought I could hear Ennis hollering for me back at camp, and I smiled. I'm comin', cowboy.

Then I closed my eyes, and would never want for nothing again.

3. Untitled WIP

I really hope to finish this one, someday. I really like playing around with the other potential bad end of BBM, where Jack ditches Ennis for Randall after May 1983 because his hope and patience has run dry.

"Name's Randall. Educated type of fella, went to college, got him a job as foreman of the ranch down a ways from my place." Jack takes a deep breath, sighs it out. "Tells me he loves me more times 'n even Lureen's said it," he stays quiet a moment, kicks at the loose pebbles on the ground. "Tell you what—feels good to hear it, too. Man's gotta know he's loved ever now 'n' again, Ennis."

Ennis thinks of cold mountain nights filled with the bleating of sheep and illegal elk, of dozens of jobs taken and abandoned, of divorce; thinks of four years of missing and bruising kisses, of sixteen years of hands worshiping at the temple of a bull rider's broken body, and of every cold night in between filled with dreams about bright blue eyes and the warmth of a perfect smile. He thinks of the last twenty years he spent dropping everything at the siren call of a postcard, and for the first time in his life Ennis thinks about love; wonders what it might be, if not that.

But Ennis doesn't say so, just clenches his trembling fist even tighter into itself.

2. Five Boys that Jack Twist Had Liked (and One More Whom He Had Loved)

This one is another old one that I reaally hope to finish one day. I have a about 3 1/2 of the 6 part written, I just...need to find the gumption to get through the rest.

4. Andrew Peterson

Andrew had been one of his daddy's ranch hands, a boy who would've been two grades above him if Jack hadn't dropped out of high school his sophomore year. He had just graduated, was one of the lucky few whose parents didn't value his contribution to the family finances over his education, and was hired on for the summer in the hopes of making a little cash before heading out of their dead-end town and into the real world. It was a plan that Jack, at sixteen, had already been well acquainted with.

It wasn't often that the Twist Ranch hired hands around his age to help out around the place, and Jack, always the friendly type and more than just a little lonely, had been eager to make a new acquaintance. Andrew hadn't seemed to mind when Jack started taking his chores alongside him, appearing glad for the company, himself. They shared easy smiles and private jokes, becoming such good friends in such a short time that his Mama would tease about one of them losing their very shadow if the other wasn't around.

Just like with Stephen before him, Jack had been drawn to Andrew like a moth to a flame. He never understood what there was in a boy that drew his eye to them in a way that none of the fillies who flirted around with him ever did, until Andrew, after a tiring day mending the old fence posts that corralled the bulls in and about two months worth of dropping frustrated gestures and signals, had said, "Fuck it," pulled Jack out to his Daddy's feed barn and into a scalding kiss that left Jack weak in the knees.

Andrew hadn't been his first kiss—that honor had gone to lil' Miss Sharon King back in the first grade. Seeing as how Jack was well regarded amongst the ladies as a 'pretty boy', there'd been plenty of kisses after that, too. Andrew had, however, been the first kiss that finally had him understanding what all the fuss was about.

As if to slide it on home, later that summer he even made sure to be Jack's first fuck, rounding out on all the bases that left Jack with a whirlwind of questions about himself and even more feelings bursting inside than his young heart ever thought it could handle.

"Been savin' to go to school in Denver," Andrew started, breaking the silence one night out in the feed barn. They sat passing a cigarette and some of his daddy's stolen whiskey between them, riding out the residual high of a midnight roll in the literal hay. It had been dark out, and with only the full moon and the hot red cherry at the end of the cigarette bathing them in their glow, the two were effectively shielded from the scathing eyes of the light. "'m leavin' in a few months, splittin' before fall comes." His gaze was fixed somewhere on the black horizon, watching something that went unseen to Jack.

Jack felt his stomach sink like the stones he used to skip in the creek way out past his house.

"Denver? Ain't that a might bit far for some schoolin'?" He tried to laugh, but it came out sounding choked and strange. Instead, he looked down into the whiskey bottle in his hand and took a swig from it, willing its sweet burn to help him maintain an air of indifference. "What they got down there, anyway?"

Truth be told he didn't blame Andrew for wanting to go—he had been itching to leave Lightning Flat in the rearview, himself. Still, he was unsure that he wanted the conversation to continue. He didn't want to think about his new companion leaving so soon after this something between them had begun. Nevertheless, curiosity—slightly embittered—took hold and ultimately won out.

Andrew took a long drag out of the cigarette. Its hot cherry burned a bright, fiery red before dulling once more to an ashy gleam. "A chance for fellas like us," he finally breathed. The smoky tendrils made their escape past his lips, taking his words with them.

"Oh," Jack muttered after a beat of silence. He wasn't quite sure he understood, nor wanted to understand, what Andrew was getting at, but tried hard not to let his disappointment seep out into his tone regardless.

It hadn't worked. In a moment, Andrew smashed the lit butt out against the wall, leaving them cloaked in darkness once more before leaning over to kiss him sweetly. It had knocked the breath out of Jack, just like their kisses were wont to do.

"Maybe someday you can come pay me a visit. I dunno, it might just be a sweet life down there, yanno?" Andrew's smile, only barely visible under the glow of the full moon above, was easy and inviting.

For once all motormouth Jack could do was smile back before eager hands, warm like the end of the cigarette and the whiskey settled deep in his belly, were on him again, ready to reignite the fire that set Jack aglow.

That summer, Andrew had pressed red-hot marks into his flesh that would soon fade on the outside but sear into Jack's soul for a lifetime, forever branding him as the different sort of boy he had been both warned about and accused of being in the entirety of his short life.

Looking back, he realized he'd known what Andrew had meant all along. At sixteen years old Jack knew what queer was, and finally understood, with no room for doubt in his mind, that it was him. He reckoned that weren't nobody's business but his own, though.

After that summer, Jack never did see Andrew again.

Twenty-four years later, tucked cozy warm into his Colorado bed, Andrew would awake from a dream about blue eyes and wonder, not for the first time, what had ever happened to the kid who'd been his that one short summer before making the move that forever changed his life. Looking beside himself, into the handsome face that had laid dreaming beside him every night the past fifteen years, Andrew would smile and hope that, wherever Jack Twist was in the world, he had gotten out of Wyoming and been lucky enough to make his own bit of bliss out of the hard hand he'd been dealt.

1. Clipped

Summary: Tomorrow may tell another story, but for tonight, this man—with his baby blue eyes, sleepy, self-conscious grumbles, and beautiful clipped dick—was his, all his, and that was enough. It had to be enough.

Aaand here's a fic I've actually posted! Lol! Fun fact: this was actually the very first fic I wrote following watching bbm again in January 2022, and it remains like. The only thing I'm actually super duper proud of. It isn't even that good, but I'm just proud that I actually finished something for once lol.

Thanks for the ask, @alifeasvivid! :D

#brokeback mountain #ennis del mar #jack twist #still brokeback posting #my writing

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eadanga · 5 months

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The Blizzard

Kendra stood in the mirror admiring her red dress This looks amazing for the Christmas party She turns around when she hears Gabe’s voice

He walks into the room strengthening his tie “Babe are you ready for” He looks at her and his jaw drops

Kendra giggles “You were saying?”

“Holy shit” Gabe walks up to her and takes her hand “Turn around for me” Kendra turns around and Gabe whistles “You look absolutely gorgeous”

“I knew you’ll like it”

“I fucking love it” He wraps his arms around her waist whispering in her ear “Now I don’t even want to go the party why don’t we have our own party right here”

Kendra sighs with pleasure as he kisses her neck “Gabe we’re gonna be late”

“That’s fine” His hands grabs her breasts “And it’ll be your fault”

“Mine?”

“You shouldn’t be wearing something this sexy if you don’t want me to ravish you”

Kendra laughs “Ok can we compromise? How about we go then afterward we can have fun”

“I see your point counsellor and I accept these terms” He kisses her cheek before pulling away “Now let’s get our coats”

They walk into the living room and Kendra walks over to the window “Gabe?”

“Yes?”

“Should we even be going?”

Gabe returns from the closet with their coats “What do you mean?”

“Just look at this weather it look pretty bad out there"

Gabe looks out the window and sees the snow falling down heavily “Well I checked the weather they only said a couple of inches and it should stop by this evening” He hands her a coat “Now we should”

Suddenly the lights go out and everything goes black

“Gabe what happened to the power?”

“I don’t know hold on” He pulls out his phone and turns on his phone flashlight “Come on sit down” He guides her to the couch

“Thanks but your phone won’t last long”

“I know but I can still use it to check the weather report” He scrolls through his phone and frowns “Damn”

“What does it say?”

“There’s a huge blizzard that’s bringing 3 ft of snow and heavy winds everyone is advised to stay indoors till tomorrow”

“Well we can’t go to the party now” Kendra sighs “But what are we going to do without power and heat”

“I have some candles and blankets let me go find them”

“I’m coming with you”

“No Kendra it’s best that you stay here I don’t want you to fall or anything”

“But it’s creepy without the lights on haven’t you seen horror movies?”

Gabe chuckles “Kendra those are movies no one is gonna pop out and grab you”

Kendra stands “The fact that you just said that makes me not want to stay here”

Gabe laughs “Ok hold on to me and watch your step” Kendra squeezes his arm as she slowly follows him to the bedroom she sits on the bed as Gabe looks through the closet he grins “Fnd the box with the candles and blankets now we can” He trails off as he sees her taking off her dress he smirks “Kendra this is not a time for you to be teasing me”

“Have some control you horny mess!” She tosses a pillow at him which Gabe dodges as he laughs “I’m changing my clothes I’m not going to be sitting all night in this dress” She grabs her pjs of the bed

“That’s a great idea baby” Gabe quickly takes off his clothes and puts on his pjs

They head back to the living room and Gabe lights a few candles “There to give us some light want some hot chocolate baby?”

“That sounds awesome” Gabe makes two cups of hot chocolate and hands one to her Kendra takes a sip and smiles “This is good Gabe”

“Thank you my mom taught me how to make it” He moves closer to her wrapping arm around her waist “I love this very romantic” He kisses her cheek “Hope the storm doesn’t end”

Kendra smiles “I love this too and you know this is a good time to give you your Christmas present”

“Yes I’ve got something for you too” Gabe heads to the tree and gets the two gifts underneath it “For you beautiful”

Kendra smiles as she takes the gift and Gabe sits down “So who’s gonna open first”

Gabe smiles “Ladies first”

Kendra quickly unwraps her gift and opens the small box and sees the silver bracelet “Gabe…”

“Like it?”

“I love it this is beautiful”

“Look at what’s engraved”

Kendra turns the bracelet around and reads the inscription

Merry Christmas Kendra I love you so much

Kendra feels tears welling in her eyes “I love you too Gabe thank you” She kisses him softly “Now open your gift”

Gabe smiles as he opens his gift and sees a brand new laptop “Is this mine?”

Kendra giggles “Who else would it be for Gabe?” She touches his hand “You always said your computer runs out of storage this is a 1TB laptop”

“1TB? That’s a lot of storage I didn’t have time to go get another one but you went and got it” He grins as he pulls her in for a kiss “Thank you baby this is amazing”

“So are you”

“I got to say this blizzard isn’t so bad I’ve got a beautiful sexy girl here with me”

Kendra smiles “Merry Christmas Gabe I love you”

“I love you too Merry Christmas”

Tags: @indiacater @mfackenthal @the-soot-sprite @choicesgodfanatic

#choices fanfiction #choices fan fiction #choices fandom #laws of attraction #gabe x mc #gabe ricci

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