#🪶 anon

[lexxnext]

The difference between your body this week and next week is what you choose for the next 7 days.

[devil-in-hiding]

… I have a brainworm and I must share

Simon feeling subby and cockwarming Price. Just… mmmmmmmmf

- 🪶

i think of this often because Simon would n o t understand the appeal of it when John brings it up him, but he can not deny him when his boyfriend stares at him with a little smile on his face, rubbing big hands over his hips.

“Oh come on Simon, I think you’d really like it love.”

“Just sitting there? Not doing anything?” Simon scoffs, but he wraps his arms around Price’s neck, raising a brow and the bearded man smiles

“You can finish that book that’s been on our nightstand for three months.”

And when it comes down to it and Simon finds himself on Price’s lap in the man’s recliner (thank god this thing is sturdy), face scrunched up and breathing heavy as Price’s cock nudges at his sweet spot. His cock twitches, and he feels his jaw clench. “John-“

“Just relax love. C’mere.” He pulls Simon into a soft kiss, caressing his back until he feels his boy slowly relaxing into his hold. “That’s a good boy Simon.”

[forsaken-headcanons]

7n7 and the c00lgui are connected physically kinda? A long time ago when he was first making it and younger (and stupid) 7n7 decided to sort of connect himself to the c00lgui’s code physically and allow himself to do even more fun exploiter stuff. Nowadays he kind of regrets doing it especially linking so much of himself to it initially. He can’t really undo it but he can change how much they’re connected with the c00lgui’s settings (he really doesn’t like messing with it too much though because he’s too scared that he’ll end up putting too much of himself and the code together and become something he’s Not like John Doe’s become with the corrupted code)

Stuff 7n7 does because of this;

He glitches in and out of reality sometimes especially when stressed. He can’t do this in rounds because the Spectre thinks it wouldn’t be fun (most anything useful the code can do isn’t really allowed in rounds aside from his main abilities). He can also teleport using this ability if stressed enough or panicking but he never really learned how to control it so most often he just ends up somewhere like his room because he subconsciously wants to be somewhere safe and quiet (think of it like the Quantum Slimes in Slime Rancher)

He doesn’t exactly need food and drink as much as the others since he is partially made of code. He still needs it but he can go without it for longer. He can adjust this a bit with the c00lgui to make himself need food even less but he doesn’t do that often because he’s kind of scared that something bad will happen if he increases it too far . This specific trait is also useful for avoiding Elliot between rounds

7n7 can sort of “patch” himself with updates/patches to the gui. Which is sort of open-ended but he can heal minor scrapes and wounds with this . He can also remove tiredness though he often passes out before he gets to use that particular function . He can just sort of minorly modify himself whenever he types in the commands

He used to be able to do things like clip through walls modify his permissions and other fun exploiter things but he’s sworn off using those functions ever since he stopped being an exploiter (he could do them but he’d feel far too bad about it)

If the c00lgui is damaged or handled by anyone other than him he can feel it and so he’s protective of the device. If someone that’s not him touches it it feels like he’s being burned though no damage actually happens. As C00lkidd is his son 7n7 modified the gui to accept his touch but it still causes him to feel like he’s near a fire when C00lkidd messes with it. The gui is constantly backed up into a computer in his room but if a tablet is ever broken (it fixes itself at the end of the round/by the next morning out of rounds. Spectre magic everyone) it causes A Lot Of Pain for 7n7 so he tries to avoid it whenever possible (during rounds he always makes sure to try and put it somewhere on his outfit where the killer can’t easily destroy it if they harm him)

Whenever he zones out (which is 70% of his daily routine at minimum) you can faintly see lines of code executing in his eyes real time. Most of them are related to what he’s thinking about/going through at the time. When he dies you can either see cracks in his eyes, a bluescreen, an error message, or a black screen depending on the tablet’s condition

He can instinctively sort of understand code whenever he sees it . The downside of this is that when he first saw John Doe in a round he got a massive migraine because the corrupted code was so overwhelming and incomprehensible his mind struggled to even begin to handle it. He’s learned parts of the code (enough for his brain to stop freaking out and giving him extreme headaches whenever he saw John Doe) but being near John Doe still gives him a headache if he thinks for long enough about it

He corrected his myopia with the gui when he first got trapped in the game. It doesn’t last forever (only around a day) but he doesn’t want to wear glasses or contacts while in rounds so this will have to do for now

Him and Builderman (in an AI interpretation) are actually rather friendly if only because they sense something similarly Off about the other and will occasionally have vague conversations about robotics and code because they’re both dancing around addressing the fact the other is Not (Fully) Human. Maybe one day they’ll actually talk about it and become friends This was a ramble and a half sorry LOL I did not anticipate this hc to get this many words from me when I started writing -🪶anon

I love headcanons about the logistics behind hacking and code in the Forsaken verse. You really cooked. While this was definitely a long one, I enjoyed reading through it.

Builderman and 007n7 get the 'vibe' from each other and maybe they even know that the other is not human (or at least not entirely) but neither of them will actually start a conversation about it. Too awkward.

[spirit-lanterns]

for... no reason in particular, who do you think has a biting kink

- 🪶

Feixiao, Tingyun, Yukong, Stelle, Kafka, Seele, Acheron, Sparkle, Obsidian, Catarina, and Oroboros.

I can see Oroboros and Obsidian being the ones to bite you the most though. In case it wasn’t obvious with Oroboros’ large gaping mouths and Obsidian having vampire motifs, these two are the true biting connoisseurs 🤭

[evie-sturns]

hear me out on the triplets’ virginity;

nick hasn’t done anal sex or wtv but he’s sucked a dick once and has had his dick sucked twice!

matt lost it with nicole and has had three bodies since (two in early 2023 and one in early 2024)

chris lost it with a girl he only made it to the third date with, and his body count is seven. his most recent hookup was at a party in november.

;🪶

i feel like i’m the only one who thinks they don’t have high bodies at all, i can sort of see nick having a higher one but chris and matt could’ve had sex in like 2022 ish before the blew up but like i feel like they respect woman too much to be whores and also now that they’re famous ion know if they wanna get used, if i had to guess i’d say matt’s is by far lowest, nicks is highest with and chris is in the middle

[hmshermitcraft]

For the theme. Be warned this is very shitposty

Vampire Mumbo and human Grian being together for a few months and out of shits and giggles, Grian asks if he could bite Mumbo

Mumbo says 'sure', Grian chomps his finger and Poof! Mumbo is suddenly human again. Cue panic

~🪶

Well, now they have to find another vampire to bite Mumbo again. How were they supposed to know that would happen?!

They might hold off a little while, though. Mumbo has so much food he wants to eat whilst he can. Including Grian's cooking!

[muffinsin]

OK WAIT HEAR ME OUT- bela sitting at her desk in her office doing paperwork n stuff right? Her s/o comes in to spend time with her and sits at Bela’s legs under the desk! BUT BELA DOESNT HAVE UNDER WEAR ON (dun dun daaaaaa) and they start teasing bela. THEN A MEETING STARTS- the other person doesn’t realize anyone is under belas desk but like obvi she does cuz she’s getting eaten out and shit- idk my brain is full of these women and I just read a fic about it (diff fandom) and I AH ok that’s all - 🪶

I would die for any of the dimitrescu family

Whew, tryina get back to writing!😌🙌 Let’s get into it ;)!

Masterlists

Your face sports a shit eating grin, you enter the tidy office in front of you. Of course, Bela immediately turns her head to you.

For a small moment, a smile is seen on her lips. Then, you spot the lingering smirk she wears and the intense lust held in her eyes.

With a curl of her finger, she beckons you closer, her stare intense. Of course you follow her silent command.

With a flick of her wrist and a movement too fast for you to make out, her dress is snatched up and the front of your shirt is tugged down hard enough to make you fall on your knees in front of her.

You stare up at her, your eyes wide. Normally, she takes her time with you. Not now, it seems.

Even in the bright light of the room and the shadows cast by her dress, you see her black panties glistening with the wetness drooling out underneath.

You lick your lips as you stare, your hands reaching out and your fingertips gently grasping the hem of her panties. She allows it, it seems, as she lifts her hips and watches you drag the garment past her ass and down her smooth, tights-covered legs.

You lean in close, and for a moment you feel as though high on her scent. You drag your tongue against her, humming, moaning, practically buzzing in excitement.

Then, to your dismay, her fingers curl in the hair at the back of your head and tug tightly. She shushes you even when you attempt to talk, her arms and legs moving past to push you down under her desk.

A moment passes, and you realise why you find yourself under the table. The door to her office opens again, and by the mature, low, yet steady voice you recognise the intruder as the head maiden.

You suppress laughter as your girlfriend lifts her hips for a moment, as though to stand up and greet the woman, yet her bare cunt and your tight grip on her hiked up dress quickly seem to correct her.

You lick your lips as she sits back down, her voice steady despite the slight bouncing of her thigh. She’s nervous, and excited. Rightfully so.

You wonder momentarily, whether you could take advantage of the moment like this. Of her, like this.

The thought is certainly sweet. Even as a small part in you considers mercy for the easily-overstimulated blonde.

Alas, it is now too late to move out of your position anyway, you figure.

With a smirk now lingering on your lips, you make your move. Your eyes flash, your lip twitches into a smile as you grasp her dress tighter and dig your fingers into the smooth, pale skin of her thigh underneath.

Her breath hitches for a moment, before she seems to collect herself again.

No, that won’t do at all, you decide.

With the light smirk lingering on your lips, your head pushes forth. Your target? Her inner thigh, exposed and bared to your attack. The blonde’s hips buck helplessly when you bite down, her voice cracking mid-sentence, her hand flying down to grip your head tightly.

“Milady? Is everything in order?”

You nearly scoff at the silly question from above the table, yet manage to hold back.

You lick along Bela’s smooth, thick thigh as she makes up some excuse, her eyes wide open, yet hazy. She is beautifully flustered for you, her core throbbing and her warmth hitting you when you get situated between her thighs.

At last, you set your eyes on the prize in front of you: Bela’s bare, soaked cunt. Her sensitive clit, her puffy pink pussy lips, her soaked slit drooling shiny wetness already.

You lick your lips at the mere sight of her.

With your lips parted, your tongue darts out for a taste. You smile against her wet pussy, your silent laughter vibrating against her most sensitive parts when her hips buck and her voice raises for a moment.

You hum as you lick, quiet moans muffled by her thighs sounding from your lips as you practically feast on her. You lick broadly, once, twice, thrice, four, five, six times, each time faster and harder, sloppier and stronger than before.

You quickly grow addicted to the taste of her wet pussy and the feel of her trembling thighs against your shoulders.

For a moment, the beauty above you seems to be overcome by sensitivity, and you feel her thighs push against you harshly. However, as your teeth drag lightly against her clit, you are rewarded with a quiet, albeit sweet gasp and a new wave of her arousal.

You wonder filthily; can you make her cum like this? During her meeting, right on your wet tongue? You yearn to find the answer to it.

You hum when a finger pushes inside her wet pussy, her position tense for a moment, her juices squirting with each thrust into her. You wonder just how loudly you can make her pussy sing for you.

When your tongue wraps around her clit and your middle finger joins your index one, you know she’s fighting a losing battle. The poor thing is trembling, gasping, gripping your head tightly and practically rocking her hips to you.

She’s breathless even as she talks, her eyes struggling to stay open and follow the moving woman around.

You don’t notice when the meeting ends, only when Bela’s moans increase in volume and she draws out your name in whines and sinful groans. Her head is thrown back, her shaky thighs spread wide to allow you easy access to her core.

She’s beautiful like this, and even as her grip tightens on you, you give her clit a reassuring suck. You’ll make her cum, here, now, all over herself and your face.

The poor, sensitive woman has no chance, nor any intention, to stop or deny you.

She screams as she cums, her lips dry even after her tongue slides over them, her eyes unfocused and her limbs trembling slightly.

With a messy face and a stupidly proud and self satisfied smirk on your lips, your eyes meet golden ones at last.

[madamejadex]

I’ve been thinking a lot about sensory play since you first talked about. I’ve never actually really tried it before, but my curiosity is admittedly piqued.

See, I’m not a particularly sensitive or reactive person most of the time. A combination of medication side effects and a naturally high pain tolerance can occasionally make it hard to get a response from me.

But, with some of my senses taken away, I imagine my others would heighten. The feather light touches that I would’ve never batted an eye at would now have me jerking and twitching against my will. And what a perfect little toy I’d make then: someone who’s a usual pillar of stone crumbling and whimpering with every little touch.

I doubt I’d make it very long before the crying and begging started. But you wouldn’t allow yourself to be rushed, would you? Not when there’s so many textures and sensations left to try.

And afterwards I would be so clingy. I’d never want to let go of you, wrapping myself around your waist like you’re the only thing grounding me in reality and burying my face in your chest while my sensitive eyes adjust to the light again. All while mumbling “thank you”s into your warm skin for walking me through such a beautiful experience.

Yours 💋,

🪶

My precious quill,

You have no idea how much I loved reading your message… how much I felt it. The way you shared yourself, the honesty in your hesitations, the tenderness in your curiosity, it’s a kind of trust that makes me want to hold you close, kiss the top of your head, and whisper, “You’re safe. Let’s go as slow as you need.”

Sensory play, for someone like you? Oh, the beauty in that contrast. That high threshold suddenly crumbling under the weight of a whisper-soft touch. A shift in power not from force, but from sensation itself. You, the unshakable one, twitching and whimpering just because I took something away from you... and gave you something deeper in return.

Can I paint you a scene? Let me show you how I’d take care of you.

I’d start with a kiss on your forehead as I guide you to the bed. I’d ease you onto your back and drape silk ties over your wrists. Not to tightly. But just there. A whisper of restraint that I kiss softly, before I’d murmur to you, “We're not in a rush, my sweet Quill. You’re mine now, and I want to take my time with you.”

Then the blindfold.

That moment when the world darkens, and suddenly every sound, every breath, every shift of fabric feels like thunder. I’d let the silence hang, warm and heavy, letting your body start to listen differently.

Then the touches would begin. Slow. Inconsistent. Purposeful.

A soft brush of fur across your ribs. A cool strand of pearls down your sternum. Fingertips ghosting over the curve of your hip, then gone before you can respond. The teasing isn’t just physical, it’s mental. It’s the wait. It’s knowing I’m right there, but not being able to predict when or where.

And I’d be watching, watching the way your body twitches, the way you breathe just a little faster. Maybe a frustrated huff escapes you. Maybe you try to speak.

“Ah ah,” I’d coo against your temple. “You don’t need words right now. Just feel. Just let go.”

Feathers. Ice. Silk. Claws. My tongue. My nails. Over time, your body would stop trying to anticipate and start to surrender. And that’s where the magic happens, isn’t it? That’s when the trembles become moans. That’s when even the softest touch feels unbearable and you love it.

Then I’d introduce something new.

The soft drag of suede strands over your stomach. The whisper of leather as I lift the flogger and trace it down your thigh.

“Let me give you something deeper,” I’d whisper.

I’d let the soft leather tails fall across your chest, your thighs, your pussy, gentle thuds first, enough to warm your skin. Enough to make your breath catch. I’d pause often to touch you, to check in with your trembling body. Then resume, gradually picking up the pace until you’re arching into every fall, craving it. The sting, the heat, the release.

“You’re doing so well for me,” I’d purr, pressing my lips against your chest and licking the salt from the curve of your breast. “Let it me hear you.”

And then—thwack—the leather tails lands across the patch of skin my mouth had just kissed. Hard enough to sting. Hard enough to draw a small shriek of surprise. One, two, then a pause, where I replace sting with the warm press of my hand. A praise. Another kiss.

The flogger moves in rhythm with your breathing. Faster when your body begins to crave it, slower when I want to pull you back. It’s all sensation now. The sound of the slapping leather, the softness of the silken ropes, and my presence.

And when you’re trembling, when your thighs are sticky, breath ragged, lips parted around a whimper that won’t quite come, I slide between your legs, fingers eager and knowing.

“Now,” I murmur, slipping inside you with a precision that makes you cry out. “Now I want to see how you break for me.”

You’re clenching around me, sobbing into the blindfold as the pleasure hits. Your body jerks with every slow thrust of my fingers, every firm stroke against that spot that makes your world go soft and white. I don’t let up. Not even when your voice cracks as my thumb slides over your slick covered clit.

“Come for Mommy,” I breathe against your panting mouth, “Come, my beautiful thing. Let it all go.”

And you do. Loud, shaking, undone, your orgasm hitting you like a wave as I hold you through it, murmuring praises, letting you ride it out in the safety of my hands.

And when it’s over, when the blindfold slips away and your eyes blink slowly at the light, you’d find me already holding you. Arms open. Chest warm. A gentle hand stroking your hair while you bury your face against my skin like you said you would.

“You did so well,” I’d whisper. “You were so beautiful for me.”

And as you whisper your “thank yous” into my skin, I’d press kisses to your cheeks and let you cling, grounding you with my warmth, my presence, my praise.

Because you are my puppy. And that experience? It would be yours to keep. Always. 💋

[jeff-the-landshark]

Hello Jeff! Do you like pizza

-🪶

mrrrr!!! mrrrr 😠

[Jeff says he loves pizza!!! except when it is a trick 😠]

[lexxnext]

Lock me up and give me no food

[scrunckled-idiot]

Hm I wonder! Can I give [as tiny] small flower to Scout? As gift!

[I'm on your anon list let's gooo!]

-🪶 anon

safe to say, this was not what he expected when you flagged him down.

but its a welcome surprise.

[roachesbf]

Considering your courting series, which I love dearly, what about Horangi? He’d obviously be a tiger, of course he would.

But what about him being a possessive guy. Having his tail wrapped around reader at all times possible. Or dragging reader to sun bathe with him due to his cat like tendencies.

Even just forcing reader to stay put while he naps in his lap, giving him a warning glare of tries to move.

Just overall giving that same sass as any cat. Not wanting to lose his prized possession.

Gosh- Horangi would be such a possessive and clingy guy. Mein kleiner tiger<3

- 🪶

Tiger Horangi Courting Headcanons

At first Horangi wants to see what you’re made of!! When you spar he makes sure that by the end of it you’re both tired. The more you both spar together, the harder it is to really determine if you’re sparring anymore lololol. By the time you’ve decided that you want to be with him he’ll always be on you, rubbing his face against yours. After missions, especially tough ones, he likes to take care of you and clean you up. He’ll mess with your hair, and give you kitty licks in hopes that it eases any tension in your body (Weird for actual humans to do but this is animal courting so take his licks or leave it lol). Horangi will even take his mask off in the comfort of either room, and give you love bites as a way to tease you. Of course if it actually hurts he’ll give it a kiss as an apology. 

When you’re both just on base he’ll like to stalk you and then pounce just to catch you off guard. That one joke that’s like “If I run to him he will catch me,” he totally does that to you. He also does this behavior in bed, you’ll be lying down and then Horangi decides that he feels like wrestling you because it’s funny. Tigers can’t purr but they do chuff, so after he’s satisfied with messing with you, he’s a cuddle bug all over and is nuzzling and rubbing along your sides. He feels less active during hot weather, so one those days you’re most likely going to get nothing done as he drags you somewhere to nap, and even if you try to get out he’ll wrap his tail around your leg which ultimately drags you back down. He’ll paw at you and complain that you woke him up, which now has him securing his arms around your waist.

He's very possessive of you, he'll show off his carnassial teeth to those he feels like are getting too close or into your business too much. A few scratches here and there to others but just dragging him away to the comfort of your room, and giving him some ear scratches, he's basking in all the attention you're giving him. He does like to be gross and annoy you sometimes, by licking your face and seeing you react to his saliva all over. Makes him laugh and he'll rebuttal that it's how he shows his love.

[forsaken-headcanons]

Okay . More Pizzadebt hcs because they rotate in my head frequently

Mafioso is very ominously forward with his flirting. Will tip a lot of money if Elliot’s the one taking the order, sends his bunnies to give Elliot gifts during breaks, tells Elliot he’ll “deal with” anyone who bothers the place if asked, etc. Elliot would often be a bit flustered and try to return the money/do something in returnin the beginning but now he rolls his eyes and sighs affectionately because wow this guy could not be normal in his flirting to save his life

Despite Mafioso being an intimidating figure he’ll actually get very flustered if flirted with by Elliot. The first time Elliot discovered this he had to keep himself from making the most evil grin on his face. Sometimes Elliot will throw out a cheesy pick-up line when he delivers Mafioso’s pizza and grins as he watches the man pretend he’s not tripping over himself from Elliot’s words since he normally never flirts

Between the two Elliot is actually more scary when mad. Mafioso’s always intimidating and will gladly take out anyone who’s an issue to him, but Elliot is always kind which means when he gets mad he’s releasing at least a few months’ worth of pent-up rage upon the person unfortunate enough to piss him off (based on my own personal experience maining support classes where I feel 100% more rage and bloodthirst playing them compared to other characters). One time Elliot was having a bad week, was delivering pizza, and saw a person flirting with Mafioso, so he kicked them in the stomach while going full speed on his delivery bike all with a cheery if threatening grin. Mafioso was a bit stunned but also rather impressed by the sight.

Elliot figured out that Mafioso was in the Mafia after like visit two because he’s not entirely subtle about it. One visit from a man who talks like the mafia and when asked for a name says “Mafioso” is a funny cosplay. Second visit when he has small blood splatters on his fluffy coat and the other members also look roughed up? Suspicious but could also just be a fancy gang and not organized crime. The second they mention Eunoia by name(in a hushed whisper he was definitely not supposed to hear), he looks her up online after work, and finds out that the model in the city is closely associated with the mafia? Elliot is very concerned, but seeing as Mafioso hasn’t pressured him into doing any crime nor has anything bad happened to the Pizzeria yet, Elliot shoves that problem into future Elliot’s hands. He’s fine with the unintentional mafia connections so if something bad happens because of it then welp that’s on him

The two aren’t vocal about their relationship but don’t keep it a secret either. Most people who find out keep quiet solely for the fact Mafioso is just naturally scary. Within Forsaken they’re a bit more secretive about it especially considering the current general animosity between the killers and survivors. Whenever the two are together in rounds Mafioso will usually just kill Elliot first rather painlessly because he knows he couldn’t bring himself to do it if Elliot was the last one standing. They both agree that the situation isn’t great but rather than blame each other they blame the Spectre because it’s already causing a majority of the issues here

Building on the last point Chance once caught them kissing in between a round and the next round he was with Elliot he kept looking at him with a nervous expression. Chance made a comment about how he was even friendly with the killer and Elliot made a comment about how if they told anyone they’d be banned from eating Elliot’s cooking for a week. Chance likes getting healed and would rather not starve so they shut up and they haven’t spoken about it since

Okay that’s all . For now . I definitely have more Pizzadebt hcs that shall see the light of day but for now I shall retreat until I think of more hcs to talk about here (which will likely be either Elliot John Doe or 7n7 focused since they’re my favorites rn)

[Fun fact! I type my hcs in discord before I send them here and this went over the nitro character limit of 4000. I’m so normal about these two]

-🪶

Aw. They're adorable! I can definitely see why people like it.

Also the discord character limit is so real.

[spirit-lanterns]

no clue why but i have the hc that stelle is shockingly big

like the type you see the outline for the first time and feel like your eyes pop out like an owl or something ( ,,O ♢ O)

-🪶

Stelle is hung. Absolutely massive this girl is, but boy is she sensitive and sloppy when it comes to actually using her cock 😭😭

When you pulled down her pants for the first time, Istg you probably almost passed out from how shocked you were. How could such a cute and messy puppy have such a monster hiding underneath her pants? Even worse is imagining her trying to fit it inside you, but Stelle would find a way. She’s super determined and eager to feel all of you from the inside, so prepare to be “prepped” for quite a while to accommodate Stelle’s size 💕

I should do a dick size tierlist for transfem hsr girls lmao. Add that to the ongoing pile <33

[blue-willow-tree]

https://www.tumblr.com/blue-willow-tree/774459147942084608/hi-sweet-girl-i-dont-usually-send-asks-to-people

Oh angel, your little confession excites me.

Tearing up with just your little hairbrush because your body is so sensitive? I would love to have you sat between my legs, laying back against my chest while I make you fuck yourself.

I can use my legs to lock yours open so you can’t squirm away from me while I play with your sensitive body. I’ll play with your nipples, wrap my hand around your throat. If I’m feeling mean, I’ll even use clamps.

My poor pathetic little angel can’t even handle a little hairbrush. But you’re so pretty when you cry for me. And I’ll kiss away all your sweet little tears.

-🪶 [21, Any Pronouns]

Hey there, you x

It's taken me a while, but I'm here. I'm feeling a little on the submissive side tonight, I can't deny it. I think I'd give anything to lay against your chest while you ruin me.. It's one of my favourite positions to fantasize about. I'd be so open for you, so trapped against you, and I'd love every little second of it.

Clamps, hm? You might have to train me for those, love. I can only last a few seconds until I'm whining to tear them off. I have a feeling you'd enjoy that a little too much x I'd want you to smile at my whines and whimpers, please. Choke me, and smile at the way my body reacts so desperately for more. Please, do it. Enjoy it.

I haven't used my hairbrush in so long, I think I'd tear up again next time I'm aching to fill myself up again. Fuck, I need a strap in me. I need it so desperately I tear up just from the fantasies that fill my head. But that's alright. Like you said, you'd kiss my tears away <33

[hmshermitcraft]

Everyone thinking that Watchers and Listeners are enemies but that was just something that Grian and Martin made up for laughs

~🪶

They're actually more like work colleagues, in a strange and hard to explain way. Same role, but in different areas. Not that Martyn even does half that stuff anymore, and Grian only dabbles for fun.

It means they don't get questioned by their friends about their relationship though... They're too happy the pair are getting along to realise they're dating!