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fallen-gravity · 1 year

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Persistently Optimistic

Stanford Pines considers himself a man of many regrets.

One of which is feeling as though he never spent enough time with his great-niece

Notes:

I had the absolute biggest honor to write this piece for @gf10yearslaterzine!!!

This is the first time I've ever been able to write for one that made it all the way to the end goal, so this feels like a massive accomplishment for me! I'm really proud of myself and how far I've come, and I sincerely hope it shows through my work!

I decided not to go the route of a time-skip, but rather to focus on a dynamic that didn't get nearly enough love in canon. Ford and Mabel bonding will always be my beloved, and what better place to represent that in a love letter to the series itself?

Thank you, Gravity Falls, you've brought me unbelievable levels of joy over the years. I can't even begin to measure the people in my life that I've met as a result of my love for this show. Thank you, my lovely readers, who have supported me over the years and encouraged me to keep writing even when I've thought of giving up. Thank you to the wonderful crew of the show. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

AO3

For as long as he could remember, Ford was convinced that nothing in this world could make him happier than the thrill of discovery. In a world where he was always seen as the abnormality, nothing put a bigger smile on his face than knowing he wasn’t alone, that there were far weirder creatures out there than a geeky polydactyl scientist who played too many tabletop games.

He thought for sure that he would never find an outlet as comforting as research, as documented proof that there was a place where all the weirdos out there could fit in. And for decades he was right, and was sure research and oddities were the only positive consistencies he would ever have in his life.

But then came along Dipper and Mabel, and everything that was missing in his life just fell right back into place. Sure, he still finds unmeasurable joy in hunting down all the mythical creatures he’d been hearing about since his childhood, but now he’s just as happy to be back in Gravity Falls for the summer as he was doing research out at sea.

He smiles to himself at the thought, and continues on with unpacking his things. He’s only got one box left to unpack, and as long as nothing else distracts him he should be all finished and settled in within half an hour.

As if that train of thought was an invitation, Ford’s hand brushes across something bright pink and covered in glitter.

Mabel’s scrapbook.

He’d completely forgotten that he and Stan had taken it with them on their trip. She was the one who insisted they bring it in case Stan’s memory started acting up again, and no matter how much Ford had protested in fear of damaging or losing it, she just shrugged it off and insisted that she could always make a new one.

They hadn’t needed to use it nearly as much as Ford was originally thinking they would’ve, and for that he’s eternally grateful, but just the weight of it in his hands is enough to cause a rush of emotions to come flooding back to him.

Mabel Pines is something special.

Even when all the hope in the world was lost, even when everyone else around her was grieving for lost love, she persisted. When all science and logic pointed towards failure and heartbreak, she persisted. She believed with her heart and soul that the answer was to love and nurture, and she was right.

Ford takes a moment to flip through some of the pages, now that there’s no urgency or panic behind it. The more he flips through pages and pages of blurry photographs and paragraphs upon paragraphs written in glitter gel, the more he realizes just how exuberant and loving she is all the time, even through the written expression of her own private thoughts.

The more he reads, the more he realizes that...he doesn’t know as much about Mabel as he thought he did. They’d spoken quite a few times over the previous summer, and Mabel was always present during the video calls home when he and Stan were out at sea, but it’s hitting Ford that...he never really took the time to get to know her on a personal level like he had with Dipper.

...No. He closes the scrapbook and forces himself to stop that train of thought before the guilt has time to sneak its way in. There’s still time. There’s plenty of time. He gently places the scrapbook down on his desk, and makes his way up to Dipper and Mabel’s shared attic bedroom.

He knocks gently on the door as he enters. Dipper’s lying on his bed reading a book, and Mabel is lying down on the floor on her stomach as she scratches behind Waddles’ ears.

“Hi Grunkle Ford!” she beams, and Dipper lowers his book to wave hello. “What brings you here?”

“Well, I wanted to check in and see how unpacking was coming along, but it appears that you’re getting along just fine” he smiles, and takes a knee so he’ll be closer to her eye level. “Mabel, dear, would you like to get some lunch with me? My treat.”

“Would I?” she beams, and she’s already dragging Ford out of the room before he has any time to explain why. “Free food and an afternoon with the smartest Grunkle in the world? Let’s go!”

Ford can’t help but smile fondly at her enthusiasm, and simply follows as she leads him by the hand out of the Shack. She practically skips along the sidewalk as they go, quietly humming a tune to herself. Even as she drags along someone at least twice her size, nothing slows her step for even a moment.

“So, what’s the catch?” she asks once they’re about halfway to the diner, cutting into his thoughts. Ford is initially taken aback by the question, but he finds relief in the smirk spreading across his niece’s face. “Are you finally going to give me my invitation letter to wizard school?” She claps her hands together, her smirk growing ever so slightly mischievous. “Ooh, Dipper isn’t here! Are you about to tell me that I’m your favorite nibling? It’s okay, I promise I won’t tell.” She gently nudges at his side with her elbow, and a chuckle escapes Ford as he ruffles up her hair.

“I’m afraid it’s a no on the wizard school, kiddo” he smirks, attempting to mirror her own. “You just missed the enrollment period by a few days.”

“Oh, boo” Mabel pouts, crossing her arms over her chest. “Just when I’d started knitting my own wizard’s robe, too”

“I’ll be sure to put an extra good word for you next semester, then,” he smiles, and gently places a hand on her shoulder. “However, there is something I wanted to discuss with you in private”

The mischievous grin doesn’t waver on her face for even a moment. “Ooh, mysterious author-y secrets! Even better!” she tugs on his hand as she pulls him along at a faster pace, which only causes the smile on Ford’s face to soften even more. He’d figured he wouldn’t get very far conversation wise on the way there, but leave it to Mabel Pines to make even a walk to the local diner twice as enjoyable as he ever could’ve imagined it.

…Even more of a reason to regret not trying to make a personal connection with her sooner, he supposes.

He does his best to keep that train of thought to himself, and spends the rest of the time on the walk to the diner just allowing himself to enjoy her company.

“So…” Mabel begins once they’re settled into their table at Greasy’s. “What’s up?” She places her elbows on the table, and rests her chin on her hands. “I can’t imagine what you could possibly find so important that you insist we talk about it privately, yet so tame that you insist on bringing me to the most popular restaurant in town”

Ford chuckles. “It’s one of the only restaurants in town at all, dear. I’d say that title is pretty moot in this case.” He scratches at his chin, suddenly finding that now that he has the opening he’d wanted to talk about things that he’s feeling much more anxious about addressing them than he’d originally thought. “In all seriousness, Mabel, this is less about keeping secrets, or anything overly exciting like you were probably hoping, and more on the line of something…personal that I wanted to express with you”

“Oh, ho ho!” She beams, mischievously rubbing her hands together. “Grunkle Ford, have you finally come around on my matchmaking services? I know at least a dozen old ladies who would find you at least twice as attractive as Grunkle Stan, if you promise never to tell him I told you that!”

Ford’s cheeks burn bright red, but he waves a dismissive hand before she can go any further with that conversation. “Th-that’s very kind of you to offer, but…no” he clears his throat, hoping to clear the blush from his face as well. “I was thinking more on the lines of discussing what happened last summer”

“...Oh” Mabel’s mischievous smile slips from her face. “You mean with the scrapbook? I already told you that it’s no big deal”

Ford shakes his head. “It is a big deal, Mabel. I’m not sure Stan would’ve ever been the same again if it hadn’t been for your persistent optimism and quick thinking”

“Aww, shucks, Grunkle Ford” Mabel waves a hand, a light blush forming on her cheeks. “You know that’s just how I am”

“But it’s so much more than that, Mabel” Ford reaches across the table and takes Mabel’s hands in his own. “You’re a brilliant young girl that never gives up on her hopes and dreams in even the most dire of circumstances, but…” he casts his glance elsewhere to avoid eye contact with her, “I only wish I’d been able to see that sooner. I neglected you in favor of your brother last summer, and I want to make it up to you. I’m sorry”

Silence, save for the sound of Mabel getting up from her seat. Ford sighs, and prepares to stand to follow her out the door to further explain, but before he can so much as scoot a single inch out of his booth, there are a pair of tiny arms around him.

“Is that what this is about?” Mabel’s words are muffled as she hugs him. “Grunkle Ford, you big softie!” she gives him a big squeeze before she releases and returns to her seat across from him. “I’m always happy to have an excuse to spend some private time with my favorite Grunkles, but you don’t need to feel bad about anything!”

Ford blinks. That was…certainly not the reaction he was expecting. “Really?”

“Of course!” she beams. “All that it means is that you have the pleasure of getting to know me now!” She offers a hand in his direction. “It’s nice to meet you, Grunkle Ford”

There’s something inexplicably contagious about the way she smiles. Ford can’t help but offer a warm smile in return as he shakes her hand. “The pleasure’s all mine,” he replies, which only widens her smile even further.

“So is there anything in particular that you were hoping to question me about? I know you said that it didn’t have anything to do with letting you borrow the scrapbook for the winter, but I’ve been told that my methods of seeking out scrapbook-ortunities are…questionable”

Ford can’t help but laugh. “No, I assure you that I’m not here to criticize the means of which you organize your scrapbook without your explicit permission” he places a hand to his chest in mock offense. “As a fellow author, I’m horrified at the thought”

That gets a laugh out of Mabel, and she relaxes into her seat. Ford knows he can’t stall this conversation forever, though, so he reaches across the table and takes her hand again. “In all seriousness, Mabel, this…does have a bit to do with your scrapbook, but not in the way you may be expecting”

“Oh?” Mabel raises an eyebrow. “How so?”

“I mean…” Ford sighs. “There’s so much love in you, Mabel. I’ve only had the time to read a portion of your scrapbook, and I feel as though I was able to gather more about your personality from reading those entries than any of the efforts I made last summer”

Ford twiddles with his thumbs anxiously, but continues before she has the chance to cut him off. “You’re so optimistic, even when you’re face to face with the direst of circumstances. You’re so full of hope and love that you’re able to continuously push against the obstacles in your way to make sure that everyone on both sides of a problem can be happy.”

He shakes his head in disbelief, but a small smile forms on his face nonetheless. “Mabel, in a world where I grew up being told that you have to rely on logic and smarts to get anywhere useful, you managed to fight back with the power of love and come out of that fight victorious”

His gaze falls towards the table, suddenly finding that he’s far too embarrassed to meet her eyes. “In other words…” he pauses for the briefest of moments “…thank you for proving me wrong.”

There’s another bout of silence, but this one doesn’t feel nearly as heavy as the previous one. Ford finally finds the courage to lift his gaze from the table and back towards Mabel, and her eyes are shining brighter than anything he’s ever encountered in the multiverse. “Grunkle Ford, that’s so sweet!” she squeals, excitedly kicking her feet against her seat. “This is even better than wizard school!”

“It’s my pleasure, dear,” he smiles warmly in response. Her happiness truly is the most contagious thing in the universe. “It’s why I regret not taking the time to get to know you sooner. I know you’ve already told me I don’t need to apologize, but the honest truth is that I feel like there’s a lot I can learn from you”

“Is that what this is about?” she replies, though her beaming smile stays where it is on her face. “Grunkle Ford, do you think that I think you’re all cold and uncaring?”

Ford rubs awkwardly at the back of his neck. “Not necessarily you specifically, but…” he pauses for a moment to try and gather the proper way to phrase things, “I’ve never found myself able to approach things with the same sort of caring, optimistic attitude that you seem to carry around with you on a daily basis, and I really admire that about you”

“Aww, but you don’t have to try and force yourself to be like that! Grunkle Ford, you’re one of the most caring people I know! You’re so protective, and you care a lot about your research, and about me and Dipper, and even Stan! I don’t know what happened between you two when Bill had you captured in that…pyramid prison thing, but look how far you’ve gotten! You couldn’t even look each other in the eyes last summer, and now you’re sailing all over the world together! You don’t need kindness lessons from me; you’ve got plenty of it already!”

…Now Ford’s the one with a blush rising to his cheeks. “Thank you, dear, that means a lot to me”

“Of course!” She reaches her hands across the table once more. “I love you just the way you are, Grunkle Ford” she smiles softly, a mischievous twinkle shining in her eyes. “But if you’re still willing to take me out to free lunch and go on private little adventures after this amazing pep talk I just gave you, I won’t complain”

Ford can’t help the chuckle that escapes him. “It’d be an honor, dear”

#my writing #gravity falls #gf10yearslater #gravity falls 10 years later #ford pines #mabel pines #ford and mabel bonding #mabes and fordsy

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diamantdog · 7 months

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instead of writing either “old wives’ tale” or “tall tale”, my brain just mashed up those two phrases and made me write “tall wives’ tale”.

#writing #writing problems #mabe makes a post #no one asked but you’re going to hear about my life from me!!!#writer problems

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badmoodbatflowers · 3 months

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*running breathless to your ask* wyclair odyssey?

hehe so this is definitely the most ambitious of my wyclair wips (hence the name)

I had intended it for the kink bingo prompt ‘drugging’, but there’s kinda a lot of plot that needs to happen before I can get to the smut, which is why it’s been on the back burner for a while now

Here’s a snippet!

She could barely stand to watch as Enid stroked his face, wiping his tears—but equally, she didn’t dare turn away. Enid’s hands were gentle, and Tyler’s big, wet eyes watched her with a surprised kind of softness, an innocence Wednesday had seen there before. An innocence she herself had fallen for, unsuspecting excitement in his face as she had stepped slowly towards him in the Weathervane, having finally allowed herself to give in to the pull that kept tugging her thoughts back to him.

Alongside her wounded pride, she felt a fierce protectiveness swelling in her chest. She couldn’t let Enid be tricked as she had, couldn’t stand for more of the manipulation. But as she stepped forward, intent on wrenching Enid away from him for her own good, Tyler breathed a shaky sigh, lowering his head to rest his brow against her temple, whispering something Wednesday couldn’t hear.

#mabe #batty writes #wyclair #wip ask game

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pettyprocrastination · 2 years

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#tj talks #wantinh to write this as mabe a halloween month one shot?? cause i dont have the time to start yet another whole fic but #expeirement cannibal woman x a certain man <3<3<3

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mrfoox · 1 year

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I wish i found texting and messaging more natural, I'm so sorry to everyone who I communicate to in this way...

#miranda talking shit #I know how i want to communicate but only two or mabe two i can do that with...#So i just have to think so much when i do it with anyone else and thus my reply is slow and often... Idk weird #I love writing bc i feel i can write my thoughts better than speak them but its so much easier to misunderstand when someone cant see my #Face or hear my tone... ): curse my asd ass please i feel so unnatural and i end up avoiding answering messages for hours or days bc of it #Its not you its me .... Im sorry /:

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weewoow-2060307 · 1 year

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Random thing but y'know how Byler antis always say that Mike couldn't have chased El cus he didn't know where El went/ couldn't chase a bus. Well he likely had an idea as to where she would be, c'mon, how many places could she be really? And! He chased Will without knowing exactly where he was.

And mans was wrong! Will wasn't at his house so he went to the next most likely place Will would be. Castle Byers.

#stranger things #byler #will byers #mike wheeler #Mabe im reading into it too much #but cmon #why did they write that?#Mike not knowing exactly where Will is but going anyways #And getting it WRONG #so what does he do?#doesnt go home and mope thats for sure #he goes to the next most likely place Will would be #and Will prolly had more places he could be over El #El would have been at her house or Max's #and- yeah Mike prolly didnt know where Max lived #but if he really wanted to find her we would have been shown him asking or making an effort to find El #again. could be reading too much into it but 🤷

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magpiewritings · 2 months

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it has been much too long since i’ve last been here.

#mabing thoughts #regarding #writings #february 2024

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kokyuchusei · 9 months

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OOC: I'm still so fucking pissed at this episode it's hindering everything I wanna do. Also because I'll have little time starting tomorrow so I really wanted to do everything I could today... but all I do is rage inside

#write with me please. mabe that'll calm me down #tbd #out of bullets

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blood-injections · 7 months

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Made a new playlist becase i was listening to one day robots will cry and thinking about battery city and the androids and destroya and my frankenghoul au where he believes in destroya and stuff bc he grew up with androids and just. Ugh. feeling things

Anyway do you guys see my vision. The first like ten songs mainly but the rest is still the vibe. Androids, loneliness, destroya, the graffiti bible, belonging hoping praying etc

#im starting to feel like no one feels as insane about like the bat city android culture as i do #i could and would and mabe will write a fuckinng essay in it #haunted and holy #ttlotfk #every time one day robots will cry comes on which is. multiple times a day bc its one of my few downloaded audios that i have on repeat.#every time it comes on im screaming crying sobbing whatevr. ive known you in every life ive lived. and like. red and blue andlike. the andr #oids and how they think of souls and love and huma thinfs theyre not allowed to have and destroya versus the phoenix witch and AUGHH #in our dreams we can be complete. im gonna wrie a fucking thesis paper and title it that i swear #Spotify

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sulumuns-dootah · 4 months

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25.12. Beelzebub - Sampling icing (18+)

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⟡ Masterlist ⟡

₊˚⊹.* The Yule festival of Hell *.⊹˚₊

‎‧₊˚✧ 18+ Minors Do Not Interact‎ ✧˚₊‧

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“Try this one, it's blueberry.” a spatula with a blue tinted buttercream is handed to you by a tan hand belonging to nobody else than Beelzebub. You've been the taste tester for some of his new holiday recipes, many of which were just different icings and frostings.

There is some strange erotic energy to all of this. Maybe because he's wearing an apron with a picture of hanging meat and the words 'Well Hung' on it, making a rather obvious innuendo. Or maybe it's because he's not wearing any top underneath. Maybe not even pants, but you can't tell since that part of him is hidden by the kitchen island you're sitting at.

You've never eaten anything from him before and for a good reason. Everyone did warn you to never eat the things he makes, as they usually have grave consequences. Beel doesn't seem to mind that other demons refuse his cooking, but you still felt kinda bad about turning him down.

Now you're kinda glad you accepted. His cooking is good, but the mood in the room is so electric you can't help but feel an ever growing excitement in your lower belly. Hopefully your tasting will soon be over so you can go back to your room and take care of your need.

“I like the consistency of this one more, though. It also nicely stays on the skin.” Beelzebub grabs a piping bag filled with with pink frosting and writes the words 'Eat me' on the inner side of his arm. He shows it to you more clearly and the sudden wave of wanting to lick it all off hits you like a truck. You bite your lip and hum, trying to look like nothing's wrong, which causes him to chuckle a bit.

“You okay, sweetie?” he grins at you with a wink.

“Uh.. Yeah... It's just that the shade of pink looks good with your skin color.” you blush at his endearment and and run a hand through your hair to elevate the building tension in your body. If that's not the last icing, you won't be able to think clearly soon.

Beel sets the piping bag down and walks around the kitchen island and stands behind you. He softly takes a whiff of your neck and hums while chuckling. Before you can ask him what he's doing, his inner arm is held in front of your face. “Have some, tastes better than it looks.”

The sudden closeness to him makes the air feel more electric, like he's the cause of this whole arousing energy. You're not sure if he was serious, but you still lover your head and lick part of the 'E'. The flavor explodes on your tongue and travels straight to your pussy. The involuntary moan you let out seems to amuse Beel and prompts you to taste more. With a few more licks and moans the frosting is off his skin and the wetness you feel in your underwear is undeniable now.

“Enjoying yourself? I knew you'd like this one. Mabe I should also have a little taste. I bet you taste sweeter than any icing out there.” he whispers into your ear and nibbles on it while you're processing what he's just said. So he knew what he was doing and it wasn't just your imagination. The erotic vibe really was there. Wait... Is that why everyone avoids his cooking?

A deep moan coming from Beel interrupts your thinking. His hands are now on your hips and kneading the meat they're holding. Some of his fingers are under the waistband of your shorts that is slowly moving down. His touch is hot, unlike any demon you've met before.

“So what do you say, do I get to taste your icing?” he asks again, making sure you know what he meant.

The only way you're able to respond is a nod, which sets so much things into motion. All the bowls and utensils previously on the kitchen island are thrown on the ground and replaced by you, without your shorts. How and when they came off of you is a great mystery unknown to mankind to this day.

The barstool you've been sitting on this whole time is now across the room and in its place is kneeling Beel, still in that damn apron. Seeing him now whole you find out, he rally wasn't even wearing pants. He must've planned this from the beginning. He's licking his lips and trying to brush his hair out of the way.

Only now you realise how cold the marble countertop is, but not for long because the hungry demon before you spreads your legs and moans at the sight alone. You would do the same, but you're still shaken from your sudden transition from sitting on a stool to being the main course yourself.

You're expecting him to delve straight in with how eagerly he disregarded everything in the way of him getting what he wants, but to your surprise he reaches for the piping bag and writes something on your inner thighs. You push yourself up higher and try to peek down, but the angle isn't just right an all you can see from your angle is a mess of icing.

“Wondering what I've written? Oh, just marking my territory...” Beel snaps a quick photo on his phone that appeared out of thin air, or so you guess. There's no way he would have it on him, since the apron has no pockets and he's not wearing anything else.

He shows you the photo and the photo itself turns you on even more. It shows that he's written 'King's property' on your legs. But what draws your attention more is how dripping wet you are. That frosting really did a number on you.

When Beel sees your reaction, he's quick to set the phone aside and start licking the frosting off your legs. Many of his licks are followed by a bite to keep the words on your skin even after he's done with devouring you. It's already enough to make you come, but you desperately try to hold off.

Finally licking off the last bit, Beel's head rises slightly to make sure you're watching him dive into your aching pussy. His eyes are so clouded with lust you're surprised he can still contain himself. The apron is covering him fully, but there's no way his dick isn't aching too.

The moan that comes out of you once his tongue finally makes a contact with your clit was probably loud enough to be heard by anyone in the castle, but you don't care. There's no shame in being pleased by the king himself. If you were clearly thinking, you might feel a slightest tinge of shame, but not now. All you care about now is to come on his tongue.

You both seem to have that goal in common, with how feverishly he's lapping at your folds and sucking on your clit. The wet sounds making their way to your ears have you shaking with pleasure and bringing you much closer than you'd like to be. You try oh so desperately to last, but it's almost like Beel want the right opposite.

Despite your attempts at delaying your orgasm as much as you can, you come fast and with a scream, that surely woke up even Amon. The feeling of your pussy squirting is unmistakable and Beel rewards you with multiple moans and grunts while drinking everything up.

“Just like I expected. You're sweeter than any icing out there.” Beel gets up and takes off the apron to uncover his dripping cock, slowly stroking it.

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But wait, this demon also has a gift for you!

"I've made some cupcakes with inspiration from restraurants in Abaddon, want to help me find out what they do?"

#what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad?#whb beelzebub #whb smut #the yule festival of hell

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sinfulwrites · 7 months

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Could u mabe do a nsfw alphabet for asa bc i love my beautiful bug babygirl🙏🙏🙏🙏 +i love ur writing oml

Hello there anon! Thank you so much!!

While my requests are closed, I simply can't say no to a bug man request. I love and value all my fellow Asa enjoyers.

Here you are! I hope you enjoy it!

Asa Emory NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

You won’t be wrapped up in his arms after Asa has finished with you, at most he will lay beside you and allow you to nestle into him. That’s the nicest he can be.

After sex, Asa likes to go over all the marks he left on your skin. Any irritation on your ass or thighs from the spankings, the red bumpy skin along your neck and shoulders from his bites, the scratch marks down your back and legs from his nails. He will run his fingers along them and press into any that make you flinch.

He will not help you bathe, he will instead order you to. Even if your legs haven’t gotten strength back, he will pull you to your feet and make you go into the bathroom and clean up. All while he watches you.

If he has done enough damage to cause bleeding, he will disinfect the area and bandage it after you have cleaned up. He wants you to scar, not run around with infections.

You will be locked back up in your trunk afterwards. If you were good enough to earn a bed outside of the trunk, you will be chained to one of the bed posts. Good luck earning such a luxury.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

To Asa, the human body has a lot to love. He is a shameless pervert for boobs, but he also is keen on legs. He is a penis enthusiast, and any man with broad shoulders and muscle can get him going. But when it boils down to it, no matter who you are, you have something he likes. Why do you think he chose you?

Now, on himself, Asa has nothing he could say he liked. Sure, he has strong arms and legs, he has a rather nice ass, some have said he has a nice chest. It's nothing he would write home about.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

In the heat of the moment, he will always cum inside.

If he wants to degrade you, he will cum on your face, or on your back.

If he's feeling especially mean, he will cum in your clothes and make you wear them for the rest of the day. Don't try and change, it'll only make him do it again, and this time with more consequences.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

When he was younger, Asa would frequent sex bars. This is where he found his love for BDSM. If anyone were to find this out, they'd quickly be dealt with. Asa doesn't need people spreading the word of how slutty he was in his youth.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

You couldn't find someone more experienced in sex than Asa Emory.

In terms of BDSM, he was practically a master. He knows how to bend someone to his whim without even trying. He knew how to hurt someone enough to make them beg for more. He knew how to make someone throw away their morals and self respect just so he could step on them even more.

With a long history of sex partners, it's no surprise he is so experienced. If any of his students or colleagues heard about this, they probably wouldn't believe it.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

As a bondage fiend, any position where you’re bound underneath him is his favorite.

Being hooked up to a sex swing is also a big favorite.

Without any ropes or cuffs, his next go to is doggy style.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Asa is the poster child for the word buzz kill. No laughing or fooling around here.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Asa is rather hairy under all of his clothes. Arm hair, chest hair, a lovely treasure trail, and of course he is hairy in the pubic area. While this is the case, he maintains his hair, often trimming it up before it gets out of hand. Like a trimmed hedge.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is not romantic.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Every so often, when the mood strikes him right, Asa will jerk off. Most of the time, though, when he is horny he prefers to indulge with another person.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

BDSM, and to the extreme. Gags, ropes, chains, clamps, blindfolds, whips, you name it. He has it.

Dom/Sub dynamics are also high on his list. He, being the dom of course.

While he carries himself as a composed, respectable man, he is a shameless voyeur at heart. He tends to lick his lips as he watches.

If you’re on your period, expect him to be between your legs for most of its duration. Your blood will be a mock face paint for him.

Asa has a marking kink, and while you won’t be seen by the general public, he likes to remind you who owns you with a bite on the neck. It will bleed.

Asa has a preference for anal.

Overstimulation is also a big one. He likes to make you beg for him to stop touching you after you’ve had multiple orgasms in a row. The answer is no.

On the opposite spectrum, he also loves to edge you. Make you beg for release. Whichever mood he’s in that day, it’s still pure sexual torture.

Spanking. The more marks on your ass and thighs, the better.

Choking. His hands always seem to find their way around your neck to give it a squeeze. Most times it threatens to be too tight.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Asa prefers to keep his sex contained to his specific space in either his home or his hotel. These spaces are typically decked out to the max with his toys and restraints. He doesn’t like to be far from them.

Every now and then, though, the couch will do. He’s got restraints hidden under it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If you are sassing Asa, or simply giving him a hard time, it fuels his motivation to put you in your place.

If you’re on your period, he is like a feral dog chasing a bitch in heat. It’s the most sexually active you’ll ever see him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Don’t call him master. Call him sir.

His line is at scat.

He would prefer it if you did not puke on him. If you do though, it’s not the end of the world. But it’s certainly the end of sex.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

With Asa, you’re the one giving. Your place is on your knees between his legs, and he will make sure to remind you if you forget.

When you're giving Asa head, be prepared for him to grab your head and fuck your throat. It's his favorite.

He will eat you out on your period, though. It’s like a reward.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Rough and drawn out. Sex is not a one and done event with Asa, you will be with him for hours at a time without a moment to rest. Only after he is finished will you get the chance to catch your breath.

By the time you are done, you will be sore and will be covered in bruises. Don’t forget the bite marks.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies with Asa are very rare, if not nonexistent. As stated, he prefers long, drawn out sessions. One orgasm isn’t enough for him.

If you’re not his captive, and the mood strikes him, he may drag you into a quickie. It may still be an hour long, though.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Asa loves to push limits and see how far he can take it with you.

As long as the risk doesn’t include outing himself to the public, he would be willing to take it.

With all the toys he has and the filthy thoughts in his head, you will be his sex guinea pig, so to speak.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

His personal record is five orgasms in one day.

In terms of endurance, Asa has trained himself well not to cum prematurely, he can practically cum on command. Rest assured, you will have cum multiple times before he has once.

Let that be a gauge of how long sex lasts.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Asa practically owns a sex shop with the amount of toys he has.

Dildos, vibrators, anal toys, BDSM gear, even down to things he has made himself, he has it. And he is not afraid to use them. He will use them.

Asa is not shy to use toys on himself, but that is usually when he is on his own. Now and then, he may use a cock ring on himself with you. Just because he enjoys it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

It’s borderline torture with how much teasing he will do to you. You will be sobbing and begging before he finally gives you relief; if you’re lucky.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is less of a moaner, and more of a talker. Talking down to you while he fucks you is his go to.

“Look at you taking my cock so easily. Slut.”

“You didn’t even try to stop me. Disgusting.”

While he doesn’t moan, he will growl. Especially when he cums, but also if you do something to disappoint him. If you hear it, you’re in trouble.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

This is a man with two jobs; an entomology professor and an exterminator.

While his extermination job is purely to scope out new victims, it is nonetheless, a job.

While this could lead one to think he is well off, he typically blows all his money on his hoarding- I mean, collecting.

With his night hobby at the hotel, along with a busy day schedule, he typically forgets to eat and sleep. You’d never know it by looking at him, though.

Asa hand makes all of his traps, leading one to the conclusion that he is experienced with welding and iron work, along with carpentry and electrical work. He is very handy.

He has a long list of talents one wouldn’t expect. You didn’t think he could knit, could you? Think again.

This man suffers from several mental illnesses. The trauma of his childhood certainly haunts him and keeps him awake. His horrible insomnia also doesn’t help his mood.

Thanksgiving is a very bad time for him. You will not be able to find him. Don’t even ask about his plans to celebrate; there are none.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Asa is pretty average when it comes to length, coming to 6 inches. Though he is slightly thicker than the average size. Don’t worry though, he knows exactly how to use it.

Asa is also circumcised.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

While Asa is a sex fiend, it’s typically only on his own terms. His libido is quite low, meaning you will probably only get it from him now and then. Unless the mood strikes.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Asa is never one to fall asleep after sex unless he was truly that tired beforehand.

You’d never know the answer though, as you’re usually locked back in your trunk after he is done.

If you’re not a captive, you’re sent on your way once you’re cleaned up. Or he leaves if he is at your place.

Having two day jobs along with a long night hobby, his sleep schedule is already all over the place as it is. Who knows when he actually fits in time to sleep.

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