Howdy there! you can call me Rott or Gavin, either or works !! They’re online aliases so I don’t really mind.
I’m 22 years old , I’m transmasc & queer , married irl. I yearn to look like ur older sisters douchey boyfriend circa 2005.
I mainly use He / It pronouns. You can use them interchangeably or just stick with one, honestly i’m not picky! Just no feminine pronouns please.
Time zone — Pacific Daylight Time zone — I work night shift. So the best times to reach me would be between 2 PM and- 3:30 AM!
You can also contact me on discord! My user is @/gavinsdemise ! I do role-play but usually my spots are pretty limited because I tend to write a bunch LMAO. But feel free to hmu :)
I’m very chatty! You can absolutely use the asks just to talk! I’m in several different fandoms (EMH , DBH , FNaF , MLP , D&D , CreepyPasta , Furries , Criminal Minds , MHA / BNHA , tba) So I’m down to just chat!
I’m also really into music! Bands like — Fall Out Boy , Dayseeker , My Chemical Romance , Pierce The Veil , Breaking Benjamin , Sleep Theory , Bad Omens , WesGhost , Set It Off , Hollywood Undead , Vormentus , Velvet Collapse , etc;
I am just coming out of writers block LMAO. So I’m going to do what I can whenever I can! but my requests always open for ideas! And constructive criticism for my writing is always appreciated!
This is unfortunately a sideblog LMAOOO I probably should have changed it to my primary or smthn but I forgor and didn’t ☹️ so if @deadboyritual doesn’t follow you back but @gavinsdemise does, it’s just me LMAO
If you’re a piece of shit do not interact with my account. ( pedos , zoophiles , transphobes , homophobes, racists , ableist , maga , incest accounts , dark-shippers , pro-shippers , etc; ) ur bullshit is not tolerated here.
what i will write .ᐟ.ᐟ
— 🎱 . NSFW / 18+.
— 🎱 . A lot of different kinks such as - petplay , bondage , overstimm , edging , dacryphilia , praise , degradation , knife play , biting , a/b/o , tba.
— 🎱 . You can request who / what you want me to write! I’ll probably save it in my ideas safe and write about it when I have the time!
— 🎱 . I do write for male , female , and gender neutral ! just make sure to specify in any requests for a femme reader or masc. reader. But most of my works will be gender neutral.
— 🎱 . My masterlist is here ! <3
Please do not steal, copy, plagiarize or claim my writing as your own. You will be blocked.
what i will not write .ᐟ.ᐟ
— 🎱 . Certain kinks such as - scat , piss , necrophilia , torture , inflation , feet , drugging , ageplay , incest , race play , tba.
— 🎱 . Transphobia / Homophobia.
— 🎱 . Racism.
— 🎱 . Domestic violence , & Abuse.
— 🎱 . I do have the right to not write a specific request for a myriad of reasons. Especially if it makes me uncomfortable.
I'm null and void 💔💔 I got my name changed a bit ago and am in the process of getting all my old, useless ID's updated and they're TAKING SO LONG!!! The worst part about all of this is I can't get any piercings in this time.
So I'm taking it out on Evan. Giving him a tongue piercing, and he's drooling all over the clamp. Or piercings Habit's dick. AGHHHHH I WANT MY PIERCING!!!!!!!!!
-🦎
NOOOOO I’m so sorry ☹️ That sounds like absolute torture, I hope they can get it sorted soon! 💔💔
Evan is sitting there, he says he doesn’t need to hold your hand. He’s got this.
It’s got tears prickling at his lash line and he’s drooling all over himself. He is so fucking fine jesus.
He is pissed afterwards when he realizes with the care instructions that he’s not allowed to make out with you.
He can still give you soft pecks and everything, but he can’t full on sloppy make out with you.
He’s sitting on the couch, all grumpy, eating soup and apple sauce while contemplating his life decisions.
The only way to make him feel better is to sit on his lap and pepper his face in kisses until he’s laughing.
Or you can suck him off and listen to him make those pretty moans and whines while he bucks his hips up into your mouth.
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Habit takes his piercing like a champ. I’m pretty sure he loves the pain of it. By the end he’s actually contemplating on getting another one just because of it.
But afterwards he’s absolutely livid over the fact that you won’t give him a blowjob. Just because the care instructions say not too.
And then he realizes he has to wait for it to fully heal, approximately 8-12 weeks. And man, he is not taking it well.
He’s wondering if it was even worth it. He’s acting like he’s being tortured and dragged through the pits of hell.
Which for him, he pretty much is. No blowjobs or fucking you for 8-12 weeks sounds like hell.
But after it’s done healing, he can confidently say, it was 100% worth it.
Waiting for my straightener to heat up but Evan taking you on carnival dates. Specifically those pop-up fairs. Spends an absurd amount of money on rigged games trying to win you things and consumes so much junk food he's gonna have a stomach ache for the next four days. Says it's worth it but is it really Evan... Is it really
-🦎
You’re so right 🦎, I love the way you think. He will absolutely try to impress you and go
“Hey babe, watch this!”
And then misses completely. And he just mutters about how it’s rigged.
He will absolutely try and bribe the kid behind the counter to just give him one of the stuffed animals at the top while you’re not looking.
Somehow it works and you walk away with a giant stuffed animal of your favorite animal, none the wiser.
That man would eat so much funnel cake. He’s got powdered sugar on his nose and everything. That man is eating like three fried Oreos and those ridiculously expensive hot dogs with it.
He can’t go on the rides after that because he ate too much and he’s scared he’ll vomit.
He will absolutely be sick the next few days. But he says it was completely worth it.
🔪 ⋮ TW !! — NSFW , Knife play , Blood Play if you squint hard enough , Dirty talk , Intoxication (drinking) , Enemies with benefits , College au , Condescending praise , Sloppy makeout , Fingering, Penetration.
🔪 ⋮ Synopsis — It’s halloween night, you have nothing going on. So why not go to a halloween party with your friends? Surely you wouldn’t bump into anyone you absolutely hate, right?
🔪 ⋮ Pairing — GN!Reader x Evan Myers
🔪 ⋮ Word count — 1,636 words
🔪 ⋮ A/N — This was originally just gonna be a thot of the night. And it turned out to be a shorter fic / longer blurb. I hope it makes sense, I am insanely eepy rn. Anyways, enjoy! As always, constructive criticism is always welcome <3
🔪 ⋮ Credits — the header images were edited by me. | @/diviniyae for the gradient dividers.
It’s halloween night, you decided to say fuck it. Going to a halloween party with a couple of your friends. I mean, you have nothing else to do that night.
There’s loads of people there in costumes. Cats, vampires, zombies, Michael Myers, hell someone showed up as Dean Winchester. The normal costumes.
And, of course, the infamous ghost face. There were two people dressed up as ghost face. It’s a classic, sure. One of them was your friend, who thought they were so original and that they’d be the only ghost face.
Well, of course they were wrong. You were also pretty sure you saw like three on the way over here, but they just denied it. Their devastation was hilarious when they found out another person at the party had the same costume. It was comical.
Everyone had tried to forewarn of this. Trying to convince them to go as something different. Indiana Jones, Freddy Fazbear, hell even a damn dog. But they didn’t. Woops.
You were three drinks in. Whoever made that punch needed to be arrested. It was like 95% alcohol and 5% actual juice. But it was doing its job. And you weren’t actually driving home, so it was fine.
Besides, it’s halloween and a Saturday. A double whammy. You could indulge however much you’d like tonight. It wasn’t really an issue. You could get over the hangover by Monday. You think.
Before you know it, you’re making out with the other ghost face at the party. Pressed up against the wall. You checked to make sure it wasn’t your friend, before anything else.
You aren’t really dating right now. So it was fair game. The kiss was disgustingly sloppy. Spit smearing from both lips, the taste of that god awful punch shared between the two of you.
You didn’t know who was under the mask. You didn’t really care, the mask was covering the top half of their face, and it was pretty dark in the hallways anyways.
His hands on your waist, his body pressing yours into the wall. You had your arms slung over his shoulders, noses bumping slightly every time you came up for air. But it only lasted a few seconds before you both dived right back in.
"Y’wanna take this upstairs, dollface?"
He rasped out, lips hovering just above yours, a string of saliva keeping your lips just barely connected. The voice sounded familiar, but you were drunk enough to not really care.
"Sure, why not."
Then, he was pulling you upstairs. He wasn’t that rough with it. A hand on your lower back to keep you from stumbling and falling down the stairs. Even though you both seemed to have the same amount, drinks wise, he was a little more sound minded.
“What’s your name..?”
You’re giggling, finding an open, empty bedroom. It was a miracle that one was open, all the others were occupied. Hell even the small ass closet in the upstairs hallway was occupied.
“Why’d you wanna know?"
He’s making sure the door is locked. God forbid you guys get interrupted and have to stop. Because he was about to have his way with you. As long as that was okay with you. And, as drunk as you were, you were still coherent enough to consent and withdraw.
“So I know what to moan, obviously.”
You seemed genuinely offended by that. What else were you supposed to call him? Ghost face was hot, but at that point you would probably just end up moaning either ‘ghost’ or ‘face’. So an actual name would be more preferable.
The man didn’t answer instead he pushed you back against the bed. You were about to protest. He didn’t even answer your question! But your protests were cut off by his lips meeting yours.
"You still okay with this?"
He was breathless, fingers skimming over the waistband of your pants. He wasn’t hard as a rock in his own pants, but he needed to make sure this was okay with you first.
He watched you nod, but that wasn’t good enough for him. He quickly grabbed your chin, making you look at the face that was still half covered.
“Gonna need a yes or no.”
Your breath caught in your throat. Pulse quickening under your skin. Jesus christ, he was thorough, wasn’t he? But it made sense.
“Y.. yes. Please..”
Your voice cracked a little on that last part. His hands fumbled with the button on your pants. Trying to do it with no visual aid was a little difficult, but he persists. Yanking them off of you, wasting no time.
He carefully coated his fingers in spit, his other hand still gripping your chin, making you look at him dead in the eyes. His lips quirked up into a satisfied smile as your eyes rolled back.
His fingers pressed into you, crooking just right to hear a high whine rip from your throat.
“Right there? Yeah? That feel good?"
He knew you couldn’t answer. His fingers working inside of you, keeping a steady rhythm. In, out, in, crook, out. Over and over again. He watched you nod against the mattress, back arching up. Hips twitching into his hand.
He moved his hand from your chin to rip his mask off. Tossing it to the floor. You gasped, his fingers crooking into you just right at the same time.
Of course. Evan. You and him had been “enemies” since elementary school. Or at least that’s what you dubbed your relationship like. All because he won the stupid spelling bee over you.
He always held it over your head. Making fun of you and teasing you for it. Just because he liked getting you worked up and mad. He thought you were cute when you were mad. But it was kind of hard to be mad at him while his fingers were pumping in and out of you.
“Myers-”
You hissed, hips bucking up at a particularly rough thrust of his fingers. He tsk’d, shaking his head at that.
“Not my name, sweetheart.”
He was so damn smug for a man who was currently finger-fucking you into pure bliss. But he didn’t stop. Didn’t slow down, just kept going.
Eyes rolling into the back of your head, legs camping around his arm as your orgasm washed over you. A choked moan falling from your lips.
“There y’go. You look so much prettier like this.”
He cooed, fingers slowing, helping you through the first orgasm. He’s got that stupid smirk on his face. The one he always got whenever he got you pissed off.
You were breathless. Sweat sticking to your skin. hair splayed out, sticking to your forehead. You could hear his belt buckle echo in the room.
“You- asshole.”
You huffed out, still a little dazed. He just chuckled at that, maneuvering himself onto the bed. Spitting into his hand and stroking himself with it. He pouted at you.
“Awh. Well, that’s no way to talk to someone who’s about to rearrange your insides now, is it?”
You were going to answer, but you didn’t really have time to. He was already pushing inside of you. You immediately scrambled, gripping at his shoulders as he slid in. His pace painfully slow.
He stayed still for a moment. Allowing you time to adjust to him. Evan carefully reached over, grabbing something that he had set down earlier. His knife.
Normal people would have a fake knife with the costume. A stupid prop with a thick, cheap, plastic blade. But Evan was Evan, and had an actual knife with him. To ‘make it more fun’.
Evan slid your legs up onto his shoulders, pushing himself downward. He was practically folding you in half. Ankles by your ears as he positioned the knife against your neck.
It still had some distance between the blade and your skin. Mostly to make sure he didn’t accidentally nick one of your major arteries. Because he was not going to be going slow.
The pace he set was absolutely fucking brutal. Watching you twitch and moan under him. He was reaching in places you didn’t even know existed inside of you.
He had you gasping for air, nails raking down his back.
“Ghf… Evan- Fuck-”
Evan just hummed, hips meeting hips. He toyed around with the knife. Carefully pressing it just right into your neck. Not enough to draw blood, just enough to sting.
“What’s that, sweetheart? That feel good? I’m sure it does.”
Your back arched up under him, shoulders bowing off the bed. Well, as much as they could under his weight, anyways.
“C’mon. You can take more. I know y’can.”
You were completely dazed. Eyes glossed over, drool dripping from your lips, thighs shaking on Evans shoulders. Damn was he good, the way his hips moved just right. The way he adjusted when you begged for harder, faster, more.
“More? Well, aren’t y’greedy. You think you can handle that? Are y’sure?”
God he was being such a prick right now. But you couldn’t care less. You’d kick his ass for that later. Right now you were running up on your next orgasm. And you were in no mood to argue.
Not that you really could, with the position you were in. Literally and figuratively.
“Yes- god. Just- keep.. keep going."
You whined, listening to Evans grunts and moans as he neared the edge. Ever so carefully, he slid the blade of his knife against your shoulder. Making you sob and gasp at the same time. The cut was shallow, but still had blood beading up.
The feeling of Evan lapping up the blood from your cut had you going over the edge. Vision whiting out and legs clamping together. Moaning out Evans name as he followed right after.
Habit or evan being cowboys. in chaps. and a lasso. yeah i came.
sorry im insane for men in chaps rn i fucking love chaps i love cowboys i love
DON'T even get me started. Habit is an outlaw with an absolutely ridiculous bounty on his head, and Evan is a cowboy working on your father's ranch.
And Evan tells you not to sneak out of your house at night, but you do anyway. It, a lot of the time, ends up with you on the back of Evan's horse as he takes you to hidden spots just off the edge of your property. Carries you up to your room on the nights you fall asleep against his back, even if it means there's a chance of getting scolded in the morning.
But the other times you sneak out, and Evan's not available, you go to the Saloon just down a ways. A lot of the time, it's just for a quick conversation away from the small circle of people at the farm, maybe a drink and a dance if you're fed up enough. Safe, though. Until Habit walks through the doors, of course. He's sliding up to the bar and buying you a whisky he thinks will be too strong, and when you down it like a champ, he's taking his hat off and setting it on your head. Tells you that he's gonna want it back when he leaves town, and you better return it in pristine condition.
Put me in front of a historical AU and I'm locking in my god.
🪦 ⋮ TW !! — Mentions of mass casualties , Reader is dead but still interactive.
🪦 ⋮ Credits — the header images were edited by me. | @/diviniyae for the grey dividers.
Paranormal investigator!Evan.
He’s walking around an abandoned building. Got all of his gear on.
He’s looking around, checking room to room. The building has had several mass casualties, and rumors go around that it’s extremely haunted.
And you can corroborate those rumors, because you’re one of the few ghosts that actually haunt the building.
Evans joking around with one of his buddies, bumping them with his elbow and making remarks about different things.
Temperature drops, his EMF reader is going off the charts, they can hear some kind of scream or whisper in the distance.
“Hey man, check this shit out. Heard four people died in this room.”
However, Evan doesn’t understand that it’s just you. Following him around the building because christ that man is fine as hell.
And you’re purposely throwing off his readings. You purposely block other spirits from interacting with him.
You communicate as best as you can with him. Through the spirit box, the EMF reader, the REM pod. Everything he has, you purposely trigger it.
You can’t really get a sentence of coherent words out besides some garbled:
“Pretty” , “Evan” , “Dead”
Or it just gets garbled into random words and phrases. Like:
“Short” , “Engine” , “Box” , “Pickle”
You knock shit over with any strength and energy you have. But get really disappointed if it’s too heavy for you to move.
“Hey Ev, the ghost thinks you're cute.”
His friends would snicker. And Evan would just roll his eyes at that, trying to get a different response. But you just keep repeating phrases, getting more frustrated.
You let out a scream, which, surprisingly they could hear. But it sounded distant. Very faint, but hard to mistake for wind. All of them jump, startled.
Evan fumbles with the spirit box, panicking because damn, okay.
“Okay, okay! You’re.. cute too. Thank you.”
Is all he mumbles out. His friends will absolutely clown on him for that. But you? You’re insanely happy, because the pretty boy just called you cute.
And by the time he leaves, you’re sad. Wailing from inside the building. Hoping he comes back, because you want to see him more.
Maybe next time you’ll tether yourself to him. Haunt his home.
