#it get you hooked since the beggining

[overtaken-stream]

Chrollo Lucilfer.. the devil himself

0bserve And C0nnect

Chrollo Lucilfer x F!Hunter!Reader

I'm truly sorry to the person who requested the plot because I've lost the original request, so I have been going off on this from my memory! I deeply apologize! Also it's been a long time since I have watched hxh so if this seems ooc I'm sorry for that too!

Summary: The man feels both familiar and unknown, as if he exists in the space between memories and the midnight, his effortless charm draws you in so that just a single word from him sends you spiraling into a chasm beyond madness, beyond reason—into a place where no words can truly capture what you feel.

Warnings: incorrect mechanical stuff, mild tempering of memories, untidiness.

The door makes a clicking sound as you jammed the key into the keyway, twisting it and opening the gate to the comfort of your own house. Your legs tremble as you step inside the abandoned apartment. Every breath you take is loud in the stillness of the room, like the melodies of bugs in the company of the midnight sky. The planks creak under your weight as you slowly make your way toward the bedroom, if one might call it that. You don't often see the familiar tears of dull wallpaper. Each room is devoid of a human presence. Your absence let the thin layer of dust cover each surface your eyes can see. It's not your main source of worry. The untidiness does not compare to your most shameful traits.

Quiet drips continue to fall on the metal sink, unbeknownst to your consciousness.

Nudging the door open, you're met with the sight of a mattress tossed on the ground, dented in a place where one might sit, the color worn away, just as you'd left it.

On top of it rests a closed piece of technology, a futile computer and you barely take in the sight of a tiny Ladybug USB tossed unconcernedly, the haze of liqour still in your system. The blanket is on the floor, soaking in the liquid leaking from a place only you could find it. Its clear base covering the wooden floor boards.

To anyone else it's a mess they couldn't find the beggining or the end of, to you it's a masterpiece that ever was.

Countless wires lead from it to a wall opposite the bed, and the quiet hum of hard disks and fans fills the air.

You move to sluggishly grab the USB and then take careful steps towards one of the two brains that the computer holds, remaining mindful of the wires you wouldn't want to pull. You've done this innumerable times, to the point that you can do it with your eyes closed. Perhaps a reason for this habit is the fact that ever since you built it you've never tried to move anything out of place.

No amount of intoxication can make you forget the layout of this room.

The soles of your shoes stick to the ground so everytime you take a step you can't help but grimace at the obnoxious and the disgusting sound of two different surfaces seperating.

Drip.

You get in an awkward crouching position next to the core, sticking the USB between the wall and the massive fan inside, your hands instinctively find the hidden opening.

The design of your masterpiece does not need eyes for the builder to use. The hidden crevices between metal and deadly operating systems are your playground, unlike someone who might try something.

Plugging in the USB, you sigh out the air you were withholding.

Drip.

You slugglishly make your way over to where the makeshift screen is, instructing and letting the information be sucked out and stored in the USB.

All it needs is a minute now.

Drip.

You've always known what led you to work in this profession, work in a field next to Hunters and the bottom of the barrel alike.

Every job has it's pros and cons. It just so happened that the upside to being an info-broken is the financial side, a river of money that never truly slows down and only continues forward, info-brokers such as you have to catch each banknote with a rod and a hook.

If you take a gamble you might even be able to pull out a cash strip if you're lucky.

For some, the risk of losing a livelihood is a horrifying thought, and they can't be blamed for disagreeing with the gray morality and equal exchange of this world. For you, though, the risk and money are different sides of the same golden coin.

So why don't people try their luck for once in their miserable lives?

You can't be intimidated by a couple of eyes that follow and observe your every movement, not now anyway. Years ago, you got used to them pretty quickly, made the uncomfortable gazes your turf. You won't be intimidated.

What you're doing now is just speeding up the job, wishing for it to end quickly before the case got too out of your hands.

Drip.

Many long for your sufforage, however they could never murder a valuable source of information such as you.

Including whoever was it that followed you in the bar an hour or so ago.

Drip.

You never seem ready during these situations.

A soft beep makes you snap out from the screen, making your way over to the side and unplugging the USB you let the red colored technology rest in your palm, your eyes squeezing shut as you tightly grip it's surface. You can only hope that the protection the insect symbolizes graces you and the machine you've built.

Listening to the quiet hum of the machine, mouthing along with its robotic voice as it bids you farewell.

"M. O.

N. S.

T. E.

R. at youur servii-ce."

Multi-brained Omnipresent Network System, your masterpiece.

You need a window for your next step.

(It's tough outpacing polished criminals in this day and age.)

Walking out of the room and into the kitchen, listening to the stomach-twisting noise comings from the sticky oil on your shoes, you grab at the handle, pulling back the glass and setting the tiny machine on the glass.

pressing one of the digits on a singular black dot on the USB, you watch as it snaps its wings out of hiding before softly flying to its destination.

It's only a harmless little Ladybug now.

The tap drips as you drag your feet to a wooden chair, the sound echoing in your mind. Now in an almost sober state, you sit down on it with a groan like that of an elderly man. A sigh leaves your lips as your head tilts back toward the ceiling, where the damp patches are still visible. How is it that the neighbor above still hasn't had their pipes fixed, despite it being the subject of complaints for almost a decade before your visits to this apartment became rare?

You'll have to move soon, judging from how much Jenny's one job can get you—maybe a comfortable three-bedroom apartment for you and all the extra projects you can't bring yourself to deem useless. It would be hell to reconnect MONSTER, or to rebuild it in a different house.

"Such a hassle..." Your eyes remain half-closed, the invisible mist of sleepiness overcomes your being.

(This ordeal is no joke. It would have elicited a reaction from you and left you agasp at the hands of those who watched you today, if only you weren't so drained and surrendered to laziness.)

That is, if your goddess of luck blesses you with another day to live after this encounter... Your choice to bring a double aged sword to a gun fight is a miscalculation that makes you regret ever trying the Hunters exam in the first place.

Drip.

Perhaps this is the worst decision you've made, no this is definitely the worst decision you've made. Letting in an unknown man in your house who claims to be called by your neighbor to check out the broken pipes and practically dig your own grave has never felt this stretched out nor this mentally draining.

(Build Yourself A House Out Of Straw)

You're left to watch his back as he meddles with the pipes under the tap. He's built for agility and strength, muscles showing for moments as he moves his arms and therefore flexes his shoulder. He is no pipefitter.

And you are no fool.

Leaning against the entrance with your arms crossed, you answer any questions he may have, keeping your responses brief and tight-lipped under his hidden sidelong glance. The way he talks is interesting, his expressions are unshackled as he touches on the topic of your neighbor.

"How long has this been going on? The leak is quite bad."

"For a while." You haven't been living here, and there's not a single timeline in this universe where your lazy neighbor actually called someone to fix his pipes, and what are the chances that you happened to be in your house when the plumber knocked on the door. The coincidences aren't believable.

He is natural, a professional at his job. Any unsuspecting prey may fall into his trap without even knowing it was there in the first place. He is ordinary to the point of suspicion. He is unnatural.

Thieves aren't known for their patience; you're dealing with someone worse. There's a chance you've already interacted with him, though your gut tells you that you might not have been on the same side.

Your hooded eyes watch as he stands to his feet, turns toward you, and lets you get a good look at his face. The black eyes and dark hair would do him well to blend in with the shadows. The clothes seem ordinary and well-maintained, the kind that no one truly likes to wear. His facial features are as sharp as his jaw, captivating for maidens such as you.

"Would you mind if I take a look at the bathroom?" You squint at the thick wraps around his forehead. Familiar, very familiar. Attractive too.

"Sure." Was any effort put in a disguise?

You're not sure of the reason he'd want to see your bathroom, but what do you have to lose? That room ain't anything special.

You hear his footsteps following as you turn and lead the way. His lack of reaction to the untidiness is another suspicious behavior.

"Have you not been in the house, miss?" You stop in the hallway, lightly turning your head until his face is visible. The man who gave you the probably-false name remains unbothered, unjudgemental despite his question. He seems to be thinking, eyes pointing downwards as he silently follows.

"No, I haven't." You continue to trudge along the familiar walls. He is as quiet as a cat, his footsteps making no noise, similar to the paws of a calculating feline, his eyes ghost over and soak in everything in view. He remains behind you, out of sight.

The man lowers his gaze to a single door that you didn’t bat an eye at, passing by it without breaking your stride. The smell of oily odor is stronger now that he is closer to the source. It’s incredible how you don’t seem to be in hiding. He quickly returns his gaze to your back, he no longer needs to arouse any more suspicion, so he keeps up with you.

The smell is nostalgic, reminding him of the unpleasantness that clings to him and that place from the past. It seems that you are used to the metallic odor, no doubt, spending time with such technology does that to a person, numbing their valuable senses so these meager details. If you knew him, truly had him memorized, prioritized, you would not have opened the door. You would have slipped through the window and ended up in his hands all the same.

The troupe left no way for you to evade him.

There's only one word to describe a man such as him: beautiful. Beautiful in a way one might consider a dark, chilling forest, or a black-feathered crow that brings a bad omen with the flap of its wings. Similar to a redback spider, his beauty is poisonous. His bite is worse than his bark, his venom makes you sweat at the red wound and spill your pain along with your sanity. He possesses all the charm and resources needed to ensnare his victims, leaving them helpless in his web of deceit.

(Let It Be Blown Away By A Wolf)

His beauty is alluring, much like elements of nature that can captivate yet harm. It makes you salvate, the itch that his unassuming clothes leave is impossible to ignore. On the surface, he is naught but a simple worker, one who wishes to get paid quickly as he twist the pipes and steps away from the source of his curiosity hidden behind a washed down door. You're sure he must have his assumptions, however the man doesn't act on it. It's the only fact that gives you some security under his observing gaze.

He's good at hiding in plain sight.

It's exhausting just waiting for him to come out.

You've never been a good host to the guests anyway.

Thieves can only uphold a half-assed disguise for so long before curiosity will get the best of them.

It's unclear even to you whether you expected to be locked in the bathroom. You know that a thief's fingers are nimble and light, it wouldn't take much for him to lock the door handle behind you and disappear into the smoke. They would buy time for whatever crime they're planning to commit. Besides, it's not like you own anything luxurious, except MONSTER. But even then, its system doesn't have gold and emeralds embedded inside, not to mention that you programmed the network to be understood only by you. Whatever information he might be after won't be found because, first, you haven't gathered it, and second, the network isn't designed to retain any digital information for this exact reason.

(And Watch It Be Burned)

If he's not after any information, well, MONSTER is made of junk from that horrid place. You had to rebuild and redesign any purchased parts to avoid raising suspicion. Overall, MONSTER doesn't cost much (technically, it shouldn't cost any money), but if the man decides to destroy it for whatever reason, you wouldn't be too affected. Its messy blueprints are safe and sound somewhere far from this apartment, the heartache would only come from the time you spent building your masterpiece.

But no, he doesn't make his move yet, only staring and meddling with the pipes present, forcing the stillness and anxious mood onto you.

You try not to look too intensely at his face, half hidden by the hair and the bandages on his forehead. It's quite a ridiculous detail that makes him stand out, it makes you think that maybe you are still somewhat drunk, otherwise why would you want to speak more to this beast in here's den?

"Those bandages." He hums in acknowledgement and you can't hold back your smirk, so instead your hand comes up to hide it away.

"You slipped and hit your head or something?"

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't." His tone was... Unnaturally lighthearted.

Perhaps you were the one who slipped and hit your head, because this is no place for jokes.

Your eyes glance at the forgotten place, swiftly moving to the mirror before the man moves to stand.

You have to give him credit, because in the aftermath that lasted for only a second, the weak shield you've put up shatters as if it never existed.

He holds the door open before lightly bowing.

"Ladies first." And you turn your back to him, there's no going back now.

There's a sense of dread as you wake, your mind immediately going haywire, searching for the last moments as if the memories have slipped through your fingers as you tried to grasp them. An itch crawls beneath your skin, and the goosebumps make it uncomfortable for you to stand on the thick oil coating the floor.

(Into Ashes)

"Are you aware that the neighbors below have been complaining about a mysterious liquid leaking from this room for quite some time?"

No. No, you are not aware, because you haven't been living here.

The man in front of you has his back turned, staring at your masterpiece, captivated by its brilliance. Yet, despite this, his commanding presence holds your attention, stealing the answers from your mind.

"Such work you've put into this. Neither my abilities nor Shalnark have been able to figure it out."

You can’t see clearly through the numb feeling settling in your gut. You can’t tell if he's caressing the screen or even looking at it—his presence in this room is too confusing, almost as if he doesn't belong.

"Tell me how did you do it?" You try not to get hang up on his tone.

You can't help but feel pride at his fascination. After all this time, you finally have the satisfaction of someone else complimenting your life's work. It brings a feeling beyond euphoria—a sensation like standing in the sunset, letting its warmth wash over you before the sunshine disappears for hours. It's the peace of sitting on a balcony after a long day of research, gazing at the hanging constellations in the dark blue sky.

You search for an answer, your tongue swiping across the inside of your cheek. Yet, as his torso turns toward you, your mind fixates on one thing, or maybe a couple of things, the slick dark hair, the orb earrings framing his long face, and the tattoo of a cross—an unusual detail you wouldn’t find on the average person. His sense of fashion isn't impressive, but his captivating physique makes up for it. Lastly, your eyes linger on his mouth, the corners tilted upward in a quiet smile as he waits for your answer. His smile, you'd say, is beautiful.

"How did I do it?" you repeat, but he doesn't confirm.

"... Why don't I..." Your tongue tastes iron as you swallow nervously, flustering you further. Your heartbeat quickens as you open your mouth again.

He seems like the kind of man who would enjoy a cup of tea.

"Inform you of that... on a date?" You can tell he wasn’t expecting it. No normal person would expect such a question at this moment, though he shows no visible surprise.

"I'll tell you everything about it."

You eyes gloss over a crushed red bug held between his middle finger and his thumb.

Covering your red cheeks becomes the priority.

[angelofacidx]

Mascara

Toxic ex bf! Ghost x reader.

Cw: Verbal abuse, physical abuse, dub con

“Stumblin’ in at the ass crack of dawn dressed like a slag. Typical.” Simon grunts out, his hulking form sprawled lazily on your arm chair.

You freeze in your tracks, mouth going dry, heart beat creeping into your throat, and the hairs on your arm standing at attention. You’d expected something like this to happen soon. Since the break up you’d blocked him cold turkey on everything and tried your best to put the situation as far out of your mind as possible. It was impossible not to notice the signs of his impending debut back into your life though. The burner accounts that always viewed your social media stories first, the unknown number calls, and the middle aged man across the hall who’d warned you about a potential thief casing your place. It reeked of Simon, all of it.

“You need to get out of my house.” You say as firmly as you can, lips pulled tight and arms crossed against your chest, shielding your cleavage in the admittedly skimpy dress.

He lets out a dry chuckle with no humor behind it, somewhere deep in his chest before rising to his feet and taking a step towards you, causing you to reflexively flinch. A few more strides and you find yourself pressed to the door, barely enough room to breathe without your stomach pressing into his. His face connects to the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. His scent trail follows all the way down, dropping to his knees and lifting your dress to prod at your cunt with his nose while you’re paralyzed in disbelief and fear. He lets out a low hum and taps the outside of your thigh twice before standing, seeming satisfied with his fucked up field report.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You ask, your voice cracking and hushed as you try to not give him the satisfaction of tears.

“Had to make sure no one else used my pussy. I know she was beggin’ for something all night with the way you’re dressed. You must be starved huh, love?” He muses, his hand snaking down to cup your cunt in his hand, rubbing at your clit with his palm and not bothering to pull your underwear to the side first.

You want to call the police. You want to tell him that you hate him and to get the hell out of your place. You want to scream at him until your vocal cords tear. However, there’s a difference between a want and a need. He’d taught you that well. Right now with the alcohol still in your system and the neglect of your sex drive for months, you need him. You need to feel the way that only he can make you feel, and you can’t tell if you hate him or yourself more in this moment.

Your resistance fades away the more he palms at your pussy and is lost all together when he rips your panties off, spitting on his hand and rubbing two calloused fingers over your puffy clit. The sparks of pleasure run up your spine and down your legs, causing them to shake and become unsteady. In an act of mercy you’re slung over his shoulder and walked to your room. He drops you onto the bed unceremoniously, pawing at your dress before finally ripping it off over your head, letting it fall to the floor.

“There she is.” He hums, running his hands down the soft skin of your belly and stopping right before where you needed him most.

“Please. Simon please just—I need—.” You attempt to say before a sharp slap to your pussy cuts you off, a strangled squeal leaving your throat.

“I know what you need. I know you better than anyone.” He says lowly, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his sweats and underwear, pulling them down in a fluid motion.

His cock is rock hard, red at the tip and weepy. From the looks of it, he hadn’t gotten laid lately either. He leans forward and slaps the fat tip against your clit, a content smirk on his lips. You scold yourself mentally from almost sentimentalizing it. You shouldn’t be doing this. You shouldn’t be under him again. You should—.

Your thoughts completely clear as you feel the agonizing stretch of very little prep. A deep burn and sting in your core that promises to dissapear and replace itself with blissful fullness. He wastes no time, his hips rocking into you; fat cock dipping in and out of you as his balls slap against your ass. One of his hands finds it’s home on your throat and the other rests on your clit, rubbing agonizingly slow.

“You know where home is. Don’t cha’ baby? Waited nice an’ good for me to come back and take care of my pretty pussy.” He growls, the tempo of his thrusts picking up and causing your hips to ache from the constant slamming.

“Fuck you Simon.” You manage to choke out with all of the malice that you can, and in a moment of boldness spitting right in his face.

His thrusts grind to a halt and he lifts his hand to his face, using the back of his palm to wipe the spit off of his chin and onto your sheets. His eyes lock with yours, brows knitted together and pupils blown out like a jaguar about to disembowel a poor tapir. Immediately you want to take it back, to apologize and kneel at his feet and beg to him like a god for a shred of mercy. But his mind seems to be already made up.

The back of his palm connects with your cheek just once, leaving it red and stinging and angry. The tears that finally flow from your eyes drag muddy grey lines down your face, mascara and eyeliner. Simon seems to be spurred on by your disheveled look, his thrusts picking up again and hand returning to your face.

“I fuckin’ own you. Dumb little bitch. You need to be led and told what to do. Can’t be trusted alone. Gonna get yourself killed or knocked up by some deadbeat.” He grunts into your ear, his pace becoming erratic indicating that he’s nearing his end.

Your cunt clenches hard around him involuntarily, your thighs locking around him as you reach your orgasm, involuntarily milking Simon in the process. You’d be screaming if it wasn’t for the massive hand clamping your airway shut, which your neighbors are probably grateful for. With a loud moan Simon spills, his hips stilling as hot cum floods your insides. He doesn’t bother to pull out before laying next to you, half hard cock nestled comfortably in your pussy.

“Sweet thing. It’s a big world out there, you’d be lost without me wouldn’t you little stray?” He hums, licking his thumb and rubbing it against your cheek to try and wipe off the makeup mess.

“…Yes, Si.” You agree, full of shame and guilt.

[lil-spider]

Oh Sweet Girl

Chapter 2: Average arvo with Johnny

Part 1 : Part 3

Paring: Johnny Slaughter x Female Reader

Summary: You and your boyfriend are two Australians backpacking through Texas and hitching a lift with Johnny. He becomes enamoured with you, but not so much with your boyfriend.

Note: Sorry for not posting frequently, I’ve been caught up playing BG3 since it finally came to Xbox last month and it’s taken over my life lol.

Warning: This is 18+ and please! Do not read if you’re sensitive to graphic material containing heavy descriptions of non/con, blood, assault, objectification and death. For those who don’t mind I hope you enjoy.

During the tedious walk, Johnny took it upon himself to feel you up. His rough hand grazes across your shoulder, sliding it down and along your spine. Tiny shivers cascade along your body.

He hungrily gropes the fat of your ass, squeezing it tightly. He mummers profanities to himself while admiring you, inching closer to you; the sharp knife poking your back is replaced with his hard-clothed cock, now grinding against your ass. ”Fuck it, I need you now.” He groans after finally arriving at the truck.

He shoves and holds you against the truck while he opens the driver's seat door. Your then manhandled onto the seat, pushed in so your sweaty chest is flat against the withered seat, your hot skin sticking uncomfortably to the leather. You're just on your tiptoes with your ass vulnerably poking out.

You swallow dryly, trying not to glance up. Noah’s body is right across from you; his blood is painted everywhere, staining the interior of the truck. You don't have the courage to keep looking at the horrible mess.

Johnny regains your attention by grinding his hips against yours. He leans over you, making his cock press harder against your nether regiens as he grabs some blood-stained rope lying on the floor where the pedals are. He leans back up, tugging your wrists along with him and tying them behind your back. With what seems routine, he ties them tightly and perfectly together, rendering you helpless.

“Please let me go.” You whimper, sinvelling and praying he has a smidge of sympathy in him to not continue his plans.

“Sweet little cocktease like you need a good ol' fuckin." He slaps your supple thighs, dragging his hands back up to your daisy dukes. “Wearing jeans, this fucking short is just beggin' for it.” Johnny says while squeezing your cheeks with both hands.

His fingers hook onto the belt loops and drag your jeans and shorts down to your dirty boots. You are almost fully exposed, except for black cotton underwear covering your most delicate area.

You focus on flexing your fingers, hoping for them to get some blood flow, while ignoring Johnny rubbing his thick fingers along your clothed cunt, but he presses down on your hard nub, causing you to flinch in surprise as he starts rubbing it tantalisingly well.

He crouches down to watch your lower body submit. The twitches and shivers you do from just having your clit touched, and if he rubs just right, your pussy soaks your panties. 

Johnny leans in further and gently blows on the wet patch on your underwear. making you gasp, rubbing your thighs in shame.

"You're enjoying this, aren't ya' sweetheart?" He teases while you shake your head in disagreement, stubbornly denying the throbbing between your legs.

Johnny places his fingers on the sides of your thin underwear, carefully sliding them down your smooth legs to your boots and bundling them with your jeans. You feel his hot breath on your wet, vulnerable flesh. Your pussy unwillingly clenches, hungry for stimulation.

He wolf-whistles, placing his large hands on your warm thighs and spreading them to get a better view of your wet heat. “You got a very pretty pussy darlin'." He compliments you as he slides a finger amongst your wetness, exploring as he finds your little nub again. The suddenness of his finger rubbing the sensitive organ quickly forces you to jerk your hips away. He chuckles at your reaction and continues playing with your cunt.

Now he experimentally slips only one thick finger into your drenched hole. You whine and clench around his finger; you haven’t had sex in a while, you and Noah were too busy for it, leaving you already pent up.

He is fascinated by how tight your pussy is. Feeling the addicting sensation of your gummy walls makes his cock twitch. He bites his bottom lip, thinking about how good you’ll feel around his cock. You’re going to become the best cocksleeve, massaging his cock every night with your cunt.

“I'm gonna' stretch ya' out nicely for me.” He slides his single finger in and out while his other thumb rubs your clit softly.

“Please stop this.” You cry out while, arguably, grinding yourself back onto his hands. You take big breaths, trying to conceal moans, refusing to give in, but he speeds up, rubbing your throbbing clit faster, making you lose concentration. You bite your lip, but the moans slip out.

“That’s a girl, enjoying it.” Johnny replaces his fingers with his hot tongue. Dragging the wet muscles up and down your vulva and pushing it inside your heat. You whine, feeling his tongue sliding inside you. Sweat drips from your forehead as your breathing intensifies.

You're tied up, getting your pussy devoured out in the open by your boyfriend's murderer, and you're blissfully enjoying it. You thrust your hips back into his face, his tongue making you forget, for a second, what he did.

You whimper as he licks down to your clit. You accidentally glance at Noah's cold, dead hands, and tears well up in your eyes. You start apologising in muffled tears while Johnny presses his lips onto your nub, sucking it. You feel the tension in your stomach building, and your legs twitch each time he sucks too harshly. You pant, pressing your heated face against the cool leather. Just when you get close, he pulls away. You breathe deeply,  trying to calm your body.

Johnny pulls up your leg, removing your shorts and panties tangled at your feet, and throws them away. He palms his hardness at the sight of you. Your bare body is shivering in your boots while your cute cunt twitches, just begging to be filled with his cock.

It’s quiet except for the hum of the truck; you hear the shuffling of his boots; you look back and see a black shirt being tossed; and then the familiar sound of a belt being unbuckled and jeans dropping. Your heart starts racing knowing what’s about to happen; you're conflicted, you don’t want it, and yet you're aching to have him inside.

You feel his hard cock sliding against your wetness. Lubing his dick before slowly pushing it in. He thankfully takes it slow, as the stretch is painful. He’s massive. You can feel yourself tearing the more he goes in.

“Too much!” You yell as he holds your hips tighter, continuing to push all the way in. Once his cock has been fully englufed, he stays still, relishing in your sweet, tight cunt.

“Fuck baby, your tight.” He grits as you clench around him and finally adjust to his size. You’ve never taken anyone this big, and it shows. You don’t hold back your moans as he starts thrusting, hitting a spot that makes you drool.

He slows his thrusts and moves a hand to rub at your neglected clit. He tortures your poor clit, by flicking and pinching it. You're so close to cumming. You beg Johnny not to stop.

Your orgasm suddenly vanished to disappointment as Johnny stopped moving. "Whyyy?" You question whining, grinding your ass on him, trying to get him to move again.

He removes his hand from your clit and grips your wrists forcing you to stand back your wobbly legs. "I wanna see your face when you cum". He whispers, sliding his nose along my neck up to my ear.

He opens the back seat door and pushes you in. You clumsily climb with your knees onto the seat as he gets in right behind you. Your hips get grabbed and lifted over his lap. His cock slides easily right back inside you, filling you up again. You groan, resting your head on his strong shoulder… Your bare heated bodies pressed up against each other. Johnny grunts, thrusting up, holding you close. 

You sit up while Johnny slides his rough hands along your curves, landing them back on your bare chest. "Such a pretty girl". He groaned, squeezing your breasts, massaging them, making you clench your walls around him.

"Come on darlin' ride me". He says as he places a nipple in his mouth, sucking it. The closed space in the truck makes it humid. You feel gross knowing that Noah is behind you, but the sensation of Johnny playing with your breasts distracts you.

You adjust your thighs, making yourself sit deeper on his cock and begin to bounce.

"That's a good girl" he relaxes his hands on your hips, watching your chest sway. You fuck him hard on him, steaming up the car. He places his thumb on your clit again, rubbing it in delicate circles. You're so close to cumming.

"Fuck that is baby yeah." Johnny slaps your ass, as you continue fucking yourself on him, your thighs get sore and you start grinding on him, pushing your chest in his face. He keeps rubbing your clit, and despite the soreness in your muscles, you finally cum, hard, whining into his neck as you shake.

"That's it, good girl, cum on me just like that." He grunts, thrusting himself up into you, chasing his own release.

"Johnnyyy". You whine his name right before he kisses you, shoving his tongue in your mouth. While holding you tight as he pounds you from below.

He cums inside you, he stares into your eyes, and the look he gives as he pumps you full of his cum sends shivers down your spine. You are so exhausted, emotionally and physically. You don't fight as Johnny manoeuvres you.

He slips his cock out of your drenched hole and places you down gently on the seats. He gets up and leaves. You hear boots shuffling and banging noises against the truck. Johnny comes back redressed and drags you out of the vehicle by your legs. He lifts you up and carries you to the back of the truck.

You try to struggle out of his grasp, failing as he plops down on your back. The cold metal bubbles goosebumps along your flushed skin. Johnny reaches over to some old bloodied rope, wrapping your legs up tightly and making sure you can't run off.

Your lust-fogged brain is starting to clear as fear floats in. The realisation of your situation is starting to shift into full gear.

Looking around, you try to find something that could help cut the rope. There is a rusty tool box and more rope left lying about. All to be splattered with more dried blood. You’re not the first victim.

Johnny proceeds to pat your thigh and jump off the tray. “Don’t leave me here, please!” You yell, wiggling in your restraints. He ingores your pleas, slams the tray shut, and walks away. You begin to shiver from the cold wind brushing on your bare skin. You curl up into the foetal position, trying to keep warm.

You hear more doors slam shut, and Johnny reappears with Noah's corpse hanging limply over his broad shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He heaves him off and throws him right next to you. The impact of him being thrown in carelessly causes his cold blood to spray over your body, making you gasp loudly in surprise.

Your dry lips quiver as you hold back tears, hearing Johnny's mocking laugh as he goes to the driver's seat. Panic sets in as the vehicle starts driving back to the road. The tears you were holding back before started pouring out. The trucks start speeding up along the bumpy road, and your poor body roughly smacks against the truck when going over a pothole.

Not wanting to focus on the dead man laying near, you turn to look up at the beautiful stars above, wondering where Johnny is taking you.

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Neither Alive Nor Dead -Pedri González

Song Inspo: Ni Vivo Ni Muerto - Lasso ft. Micro TDH Warnings: Full Angst

Summary: You decide when enough is enough

It's been a whole month and two weeks since you've had a proper sleep, since you have left your house to go out. A whole month and two weeks since Pedri ended your relationship... Well, it wasn't even a serious relationship if you can call it that way. It was more of an affair.

A Friends with Benefits thing.

At the beggining you settled up that there were not romantic feelings involved just trying to get stress and some tension out. Definitely between the two of you had physical atraction.

But you fucked it up.

It was the way he stopped his agressive thrusts to take care of you, asking you if were feeling good. It was the way, he let you sleep on his chest after a passionate moment.

It was the way he started sleeping with you and started spooning you before you both fell asleep. It was the way his eyes light up when you made breakfast or the way when he tried to made you a little meal. It was the little notes he left for you. The smiles he sent you. The random hugs. The way he made you laugh.

You couldn't just have not fallen for him. It was impossible.

But the worst part is that you thought he felt the same way.

After a random night where you both were out of the shower, both of you started dressing up and he let himself fall down on the bed while you looked at him with a fond smile

"What's up?"

You sighed "I love you" You let out as Pedri's smile faded as quickly as it came to his face

"¿Cómo?" (What?) He asked in disbelief inmediately sitting up in the bed, looking at you wide eyed "You what?"

You were shaking with nerves, the tension in the aire shifted from cute, goofy and lovely to tensed and heavy in miliseconds.

"I love you" You repeated this time letting a strong and heavy sigh out

And silence took up on the room for a long while.

"Pedri" You began

"I... Lo siento" He shoook his head "I gotta go"

And with that he started picking up his things

"Pedri, you don't have to-"

"Nos vemos luego, Y/N" He had said walking out of your house and out of your life as well.

You tried to text him, call him and contacted him in any way possible, he just left you on read.

And that's how it's been. Until your best friend came in and threw you a dark blue dress

"Shower. Get changed. Put on some makeup. Put yourself pretty. We're going out tonight"

"Ali-" You began

"I said we're going out tonight. I didn't ask nor hesistated. Do it before I do it by myself, I don't care if I have to shower with you, dress with you, do both of our hairs and make up. I'll do it but you are going out tonight and have a good time. Go!"

You huffed rolling your eyes but still decided to get up and do what she asked

You tried your best, you tried to enjoy your night out, posted a hundred of pics pretending to be happy on Instagram in hopes he saw them and reached out to you but he didn't. You wanted his attention, you didn't wanted to be just another girl.

But it seemed like you were.

Now, it was the fifth time you had gone out with your girls and you still thought of him. You huffed once more, you were tired, random hook ups weren't doing you good seeing as you always thought on the nights were he was with you.

You were honestly getting tired of it, tired of him, of thinking of him while partying, you were tired of calling him, he had you on his knees and he didn't care if you were neither alive nor death. You forgot how to cry, you forgot how to love yourself but it didn't mattered, you only wanted him.

It has been three months now, your progress was slowly getting better you still remembered him sometimes when you were giving your dog food, you remembered him sometimes when you watch a football match but the ache in your chest was getting better.

Almost non-existent.

You only nodded whenever your girls told you they saw him on the market, on the streets and some more and replied a little "Good for him"

You were your first priority, you were realizing that. You deserved better, you were learning to love yourself once more and this time with more force than ever.

Five months since he left you had stopped watching his IG stories, you stopped calling him, texting him, you deleted pictures with him of your phone, his messages were deleted. You forgot how much you missed him, you forgot you loved him, it was your turn to not care for anyone but yourself

You were out with your friends at a restaurant, you had defended your thesis and everything went perfectly and even more than you could ever imagined it. You were proud of yourself for making it this far, remembered all the sleepless nights and the cries when something could go wrong. All the times you used to doubt your capacity to finish it but you did it in less than three months you were officially going to be a surgeon.

The hospital you did your internship with, loved you and your work and they were fully waiting for you to get your degree and be officially one of them.

Everything was going perfect for you.

You felt your phone ding and you laughing looked for it only to freeze when you saw the name on it.

Pedro González: Hola Pedro González: I know it's been a few months since we talked but I just wanted to tell you that you look very beautiful tonight

Your eyes scanned uncounsciously the crowd only to find him sat at a table that was diagonal to yours. You locked eyes with him and saw him wave a bit, you only sent a tight lipped smile at him and left your phone back on the table, trying to keep up with the conversation the guys had on when your phone dinged once more

Pedro González: Can we talk?

"What's up babe?" Your best friend, Allison asked you as you looked at her

"Pedro is messaging me"

"Asshole" You laughed a little nodding

"He wants to talk, what should I say to him?"

"Well, you can see what he's up to? I don't know I mean.... I would say no because I wouldn't want to hear any kind of excuses but at the same time I would say yes, to let him know you don't care anymore for him and put that an endline" You looked at her impressed

"You should've gone for Phsycology instead of Law" She hit your arm lightly

"Tonta" You laughed

"So... Yes?" You asked and she shrugged her shoulders

"Do what you want, baby" She smiled "I trust you have all the power to tell him off, if that's what you want. But if you also want him back, it's up to you. Or if you just want to be on good terms, that's also good" You nod "Just scream if you need some help. I'll take the glass and smash it against his head" You laughed out loud

You loved her and you were thankfull of having her by your side ever since high school

And with that you sent a single text 'Okay. Where and when?'

Pedro González: It's okay the terrace in five minutes?

You sent the thumbs up emoji and left your phone on the table, laughing at something Kenneth, one of your collegues and friend had said, you also watched how Camila, his girlfriend stained his white button up shirt without meaning to with her meat

"No, genial" He had murmured

"¡Mi amor, lo siento tanto!" She said making you guys laugh lightly. Only those things happen to the poor Kenneth, from the corner of your eye you saw Pedri standing up from his table, you looked at him and he nodded lightly at you.

You got the message.

"I'll be in the bathrooom really quick, guys" You announced standing up as well, you felt an arm wrap around your waist and you smiled

"Don't take too long, ¿sí?" You smiled nodding

"You won't die without my presence for a few minutes"

"I could enter into a coma" You faked surprise gasping a little, leaving the table.

You made your way to the little stairs that get to the terrace watching Pedri's back as he stared at the Spaniard night

"Hola" You broke the ice with a light smile

You didn't hated him at all, you moved on and he, now, was just someone from your past you used to know. You didn't hold any kind of resentment against him.

He turned around to see you "Hola" He breathed out

"¿Qué tal todo?" (How's everything going on?) You ask walking up to be next to him, leaning on the railing watching the cars pass by and the lighted up buildings

"Good, I've been better tho" He mumbled the last part "You?"

"I'm great, really great actually" You said excited with a smile on

"I'm glad you are" He said looking at you as you looked back at him

"Thanks. I hope everything gets better for you tho" You say trying to reassure him as he nodded lightly "So... What you wanted to talk about?" You ask

"I'm just sorry about how everything turned out" You sighed lightly "I shouldn't have left that night, I should've stayed and I should've also replied to all of your calls and messages, I shouldn't have ghosted you at all. I'm sorry and I have come to realize that I love you too"

Now that shocked you

"Pedri" You said shacking your head but he grabbed both of your hands in his

"Please, hear me out. I know what I did was wrong and awful but I regret it, I missed you more and more each time, everytime I was with another girl all I could imagine was you, they weren't like you, I realized it too late. And I'm an idiot for letting you go away but if you still want, we can give this a chance? Give me another chance? I swear I'll do better, I'll be the man you need"

"Pedri, stop" You shook your head

"I know I hurt you and I'm fucking sorry for it, you didn't deserved it and you deserve someone better but I can be better for you. We're at your terms, we can go at any pace you want"

"Pedri, I'm sorry" You shook your head "I can't"

"Please, I'll be better, I'll be someone worthy of you and your love, I can be your someone, please let's just-"

"You can't be worthy of me nor my love, Pedro" You said with determination on your voice shaking your head "I'm sorry but I can't give you what you want because I don't want you anymore" You said

"I felt so horrible, so awful during all of that time and you didn't batted a single eye for me, why should I give you something you didn't give to me in the first place? I was so in love with you it was heartbreaking" You pulled your hands away from his and crossed them in front of your chest

"I was always thinking of you, I always wanted you to call, text or tell me a sign we could be something. I started thinking I was a planet and you were the sun because it seemed like my existence was fully around you and that's sick" You said "In the process of loving you I started unloving myself and that's not something I can't let myself go for again, I crossed the line and I'm not planning on crossing it again"

"I'm sorry" Pedri said shaking his head, tears polling at his eyes

"Don't cry" You assured him "It doesn't hurt anymore" He looked away from you

"Please" He breathed out

"I don't think it's good for us to stay in contact right now, you need to heal as well and find yourself once more"

"Y/N" You smiled at him hugging him a bit

"Take care of yourself, please. Maybe we can be friends in a future, you'll always be someone who I gave a piece of my heart to, either good or bad and I'll always love you, not in a certain kind of way but in a thank you and I hope the best for you way" You smiled left a kiss on his cheek "We are in peace, Pepi" You called him like you always used to with a smile "Gotta go" And with that you left the terrace with the feeling of this heavy weight leaving your shoulders

You came back and the guys were picking their stuffs up

"What's up?"

"We wanted to go around the park, Kenneth vió que harán un pequeño festejo de fuegos artificiales" Juan Camilo, your two months boyfriend said "Don't worry, I asked for your dessert to be wrapped to go"

"Thank you" You replied softly to him watching him grab your coat and help you put it on, he smiled at you pulling you into him by the waist and kiss you on your lips

You smiled leaning into him when you saw Pedri come back from the terrace, his eyes on you and your boyfriend, he only nodded with a tight smile, meanwhile the guys paid the bill, he walked over to you

"Congratulations, hombre" Pedri said to Juan Camilo "You have gotten the most perfect girl in the world" He looked at you with sad eyes "Do me a favor, love her everyday and don't hurt her. She deserves the best things in life"

"Will do, mate" Pedri nodded

"Hopefully see you soon, platanito" He smiled at you "Wish you the best"

And with that Pedri left you guys alone. You smiled knowing you just closed a chapter in a good way, you may not go back again with him but you could be happy for you and for him too.

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@gaviypedrisbride

[beginning-writer]

So i couldn't quite sleep, so i did some Lancewain hadcanons. But noting too much.

Lancelot likes to be the little spoon cause he feels safe and protected, but he also let's Gawain be the little spoon when he has a tiring day.

Also, Lancelot sleeps in the position with his leg hooked up. And slowly curls up into a ball everytime he has a nightmare, which is pretty often, and Gawain hugs him over since the beggining of the sleep, which esses Lancelot's nightmares.

Gawain loves to hug Lancelot from behind, cause, plus teaching him that not everything that comes from behind is a threat, he can smell Lancelot's hair and rest his face on his shoulder (the Gawain's actor is just one centimeter taller than Lancelot's actor in the series so that's easy.)

Lancelot, despite still having his guard up against anything that comes from behind, can smell Gawain from miles away and know when he's coming to hug him from behind and he lets it because he likes being hugged by him. It makes him feel safe because Gawain has strong arms and hugs him tightly. Gawain doesn't know any of this.

Gawain is a almost-bear type body and I won't go into detail about that.

Gringolet and Goliath meet and even with Gringolet's violent tendencies, they get along incredibly well. This was probably the first sign Squirrel read about how he was going to get two fathers by the end of the year.

Squirrel read the signs of their relationship before they did. Like that quote "How long have they been in love?" "Shh, They don't know." "What do you mean they don't know?!"

Lancelot has a tendency to self-harm with his own body - wounds made by nails and teeth - and Gawain has to help him to heal it. Lancelot always feels guilty and looks like a kicked pup, Gawain reassures and gives him love and tight hugs.

Squirrel was terrified when he discovered that Lancelot used knives to self-harm himself and since then Lancelot stopped using knives to do this and started using his own body. Gawain didn't approve and Squirrel started keeping an eye on him but at least he didn't cut himself anymore.

Gawain taught Pym to be a real healer after he heard about what happend in the Red Spear, as he himself was a healer. Lancelot saw the way they were intimate and how he taught everything to her and thought they were dating. When Pym found out she laughed her ass out and explained that they were like siblings and had nothing like that between them, since then it became an inner joke between them.

Every time Lancelot gets too much angry he speaks with a french accent or actually starts speaking french/mother language around the house. Gawain thinks that's hot but doesn't dare say it to him.

The first time that Lancelot's anger doesn't go away, Gawain shamelessly flirts with him, thinking that this will ease him a little, as happened with his former partners, actually Lancelot pins him against the nearest surface or just grabs him by the shoulder and takes him to the room and "takes control". Gawain thinks twice before doing that again now.

Lancelot learned to cook well to survive, so he cooks for Gawain and the others as a form of affection. "Let's make food together. (I'm the only one who cooks, you look cute in the corner. You don't know how to cook. Don't mess with my food.)"

@lancedoncrimsonwings

Maybe i'll do more after i finally get some sleep.

[beatrixacs]

Okay since I’ve just finished it, here are my first CLOY thoughts. Crash Landing on You is a perfect mixture of laugh and cry in the scope of a few seconds (I used up two packages of tissues during those 16 episodes) and I love it immensely. 

The begginings of the shows are never easy because you just don’t know what you’re getting into but oh my, I was hooked instantly.

I have only two complaints: 1.) Let them kiss more, there were SO MANY situations when it would be appropriate and we didn’t get even a hug. 2.) In my opinion, Seo Dan was done dirty. There is a difference when woman decides to have a career and not to care about marriage and when woman steels her heart because two men (and one of them died in front her eyes) she’s ever loved abandonded her. She was a very strong character that didn’t need to have a fairytale ending but to have at least some hope for love she definitely deserved.

I am happy, though, that Yoon Se-ri and Ri Jeong-hyok were given the perfect ending under the circumstances they could get. Watching their journey was worth all the time, all the tears and all the smiles I gave out. 

I was touched by things I didn’t even think I could ever be touched so... Thank you for the emotional roller-coaster, I guess.

The cherry on top of the cake is that Hyun Bin and Son Ye-jin are together in real life. Now, I am not that type of person who would ship real people because actors are not their characters but when a case like this occurs, it makes me twice as happy. I’m happy for THEM. And I’m happy I could witness them falling in love in two different ways - fictionally and for real.

[butmakeitgayblog]

Hey babe, first, wanted to let you know that it hasn’t stopped raining in my town you know since when? since you posted that midwestern Clexa fight, coincidence? Don’t think so 🤨

Second, been bombarded with that ops show too and I agree 100% with you, both in the copaganda aspect (they lost me at the mention of marine’s and middle east terrorism)and the thing about this new ships. I want to stop a moment in the answer you gave me a time ago about this wn comeback, so, even if they write them well (at first), never forget who’s behind these shows and suddenly this thing we haven’t heard about gets popular cos it has a wlw couple with amazing chemistry, they get increase in viewers so they explote it to promote their next season and then what? Sound familiar? We just can’t trust them anymore.

Third, I super totally agree with you on the Clexa lightning in a bottle. As one of the newer Clexa fans (next week will make one year since I saw the second season and told my sister “I’m sensing a little bit of the gay vibe in here, wonder who of the two will die”) I’ve seen already most of the shows one sees named in the conversation about wlw couples and let me tell you, only this one got me hooked both from the beggining and way long after its ending (hell it got me into tumblr and twitter, things I’ve never done before and I even bought a book about it “El legado de Lexa” to know more about this shitstorm her death caused). Whatever IT is, they have IT. I honestly prefer reading fics about them than get invested in a new show.

Fourth, do you really wouldn’t recommend Clexa to new fans? I mean, yeah we got hurt but they’re more than their sad story, they’re this whole community and I think that’s a beautiful thing. Personally? I wouldn’t recommend the loo but I’d tell them about Clexa warning them beforehand so they can decide for themselves? There’s this dialogue on a media fic comparing someone with a really good book that you can’t put down or let go, that even if it made you suffer and you know the ending, the feeling you got reading its unique and you just wanna keep back to it, and that’s this thing to me.

Finally, I love how you apologize beforehand if your opinion that you posted in your personal blog offends the people who asked for it and came to said blog willingly and with the intention to read it. You humble polite kiddo *pats you in the head affectionately*

Sorry about the long rant 😬, en resumen, this new show? not sure I’ll watch it, Clexa is the “el que no conoce a dios a cualquier santo le reza” of ships, I’m leaning more into the recommed Clexa side of things, we love you and your opinions.

And we need the reconciliation so the sun can come up in my town again.

There's a lot here 😅 not complaining tho!

Ok so the first real thing I gotta answer is about would I rec theloo and Clexa to people who haven't heard of it. My honest answer is would I rec Clexa fic? Yes. The show? Maybe, but it'd come with A Lot of caveats 🥴. Because the thing is, and I may be alone in this thinking idk, but I'm not really sure if someone can appreciate the entirely of Clexa and Lexa, and Clarke in particular, as characters or why their dynamics and eventual love story were so amazing if they didn't watch the show. While the Clexa movie is fantastic at showing their chemistry, there's things that happen within the show that effect them and speak on who they are as individual characters that aren't ever really included in the supercuts because they aren't together in them. Which I agree with! The thing is already 3+hrs long lol. But it does matter for context and it does hold weight in their story, both together and individually, so I would have to say to really get them you have to watch the show at least up until 307. I know there's people who write fic who haven't watched the show at all and I just... no shade! But I can usually tell. Cuz it shows.

But in that same breath the show got so fucking stupid and nonsensical I, in good conscience, have a very difficult time telling people that they should watch that hunk'a shit 😒 Season 2 was its best, let's just be honest, and season 3 was JRot's bullshit Frankenstein creation that he used as a way to shoehorn in this fucking AI plot from a movie or show (I can't remember which) that didn't get picked up but he was just convinced it was brilliant. He wanted to be GoT meets Star Trek or some shit so badly I just know he was pissing himself watching dailies. So overall it's such a double edged sword because yes I want more people to love Clexa, but at the same time the show overall is so gd bad I don't wanna put them through it.

About the Ops show, someone said it is copaganda which I expected, and not even actually enemies to lovers?? Which baffled me but apparently one of them is undercover and using the other one to get to their father or something? That's not enemies to lovers 🤨 that's manipulation. Which ok fine I'm down with that in fiction but if one party is unaware of your nefarious ways and is just interested in you then that's not... that's not EtL. That's just I was trying to trick you and caught feelings/I had feelings and then found out you were a liar. False. Advertising. 😤

Lastly, I'm a midwesterner we apologize for everything 🥺👉👈 knocked into a chair with my knee today ans accidentally apologized to it before realizing myself 😔. But really it's mainly because I know how easy it is online for people to think everything is a personal attack on them or their tastes when it's not, so I find it's just safer and more pleasant to remind people that I am just a person stating their own personal opinion, and it's really not ever anything to get upset about 😅

[dimensionweirdo]

Hello hello! Thought I'd do this because why not

Answers under cut

How did you get here?

I've been in the FNAF fandom since the beggining. One of the youtubers I was following at the time posted a video, watched it, loved it and have stuck with the franchise ever since then

Why these characters in particular? what was the hook for you?

I don't really know! At first I wasn't that interested in them I think, I did like them just that they weren't favourites. But as with many other characters I like,kept seeing things about them and eventually the brainrot began

How long have you been here?

For a while I guess? I don't have good time managment so no idea really-

Have you actually played fnaf sb?

I wish, but nah, haven't played it

If you make content, what's your favorite piece you've contributed?

I have posted two drawings here but dunno if I will do more so don't know if I really make content? But from the two I like the drawing of my sona tackle hugging Eclipse

What's your favorite sort of art or fic? what genre/flavor/style?

AU's, holy moly there are some very creative AU's around here, I haven't seen this many since Undertale too

What's your favorite au?

All of them

Do you have any ocs, or have any ocs you're fond of?

I have two, but I will not say anything about them as I doubt I'll ever post about them here

What do you think of the dca's canon appearance? Scary? Cute? Something else?

They're a bit uncanny, but I don't find them scary. Don't really have much of an opinion on their canon appearance, I like it

What keeps you in this fandom despite the very small amount of canon content the dca had?

*Looks at the amount of fanon content there is* I don't know, you tell me

Be honest: if you had to pick only one, sun or moon?

I'm sorry Sun but I lean towards Moon more (Moon would absolutely despise me for my sleeping schedule but we don't talk about that)

Thoughts on eclipse?

Fanon? Love-hate relationship, a bastard, but a loveable one usually (With the more famous interpretation of fanon Eclipse)

Canon? Love them so much oh my stars, LET ME HUG THEM- Ehem, let's move on

Thoughts on pre-glitch sun?

The same as the Sun from the game but less anxiety, love him

Thoughts on pre-glitch moon?

A gremlin, but not as much as post-glitch Moon (The virus amplified his gremlin tendencies lol), idk what more to say, I'm tired so brain isn't braining right now but there's more

Do you interpret sun and moon as two sides of the same person, or truly two separate beings in one body? does it matter?

Two separate beings in one body, always saw it that way. I don't know if it matters much how you interpret them, although I guess it would matter for character development

What's something in the fandom you'd like to see more of?

Passive aggresive Sun is fun to see, and probably more things that I can't think of right now- OH OH, more platonic content! That's mostly a thing with most fandoms, too much romantic, not a lot of platonic

What's something in the fandom you'd like to see less of?

I'm not sure, haven't seen anything I really really dislike, so nothing I guess

Anything you're looking forward to?

More canon content of the boys, will it happen? Probably not, but I'd love to see more (I think everyone in the fandom does really)

Do you think you'd actually get along with the dca if you met them irl?

I think so? I consider myself a person who gets along with anyone really, so I think they at least wouldn't dislike me

Free space! talk about whatever's on your mind!

Would you believe me when I say these guys are the reason I now want to learn more about robots and all things technological? Funny how the world works

alright dca fandom, here's some questions bc i'm curious. the funky jesters make our brains go brr, but why? treat it as an ask game or answer in the tags if you feel like it! :)

how did you get here?

why these characters in particular? what was the hook for you?

how long have you been here?

have you actually played fnaf sb?

if you make content, what's your favorite piece you've contributed?

what's your favorite sort of art or fic? what genre/flavor/style?

what's your favorite au?

do you have any ocs, or have any ocs you're fond of?

what do you think of the dca's canon appearance? Scary? Cute? Something else?

what keeps you in this fandom despite the very small amount of canon content the dca had?

be honest: if you had to pick only one, sun or moon?

thoughts on eclipse?

thoughts on pre-glitch sun?

thoughts on pre-glitch moon?

do you interpret sun and moon as two sides of the same person, or truly two separate beings in one body? does it matter?

what's something in the fandom you'd like to see more of?

what's something in the fandom you'd like to see less of?

anything you're looking forward to?

do you think you'd actually get along with the dca if you met them irl?

free space! talk about whatever's on your mind!

[fairchildjace]

FAVORITE KLAROLINE FANFICTIONS (1/?): The Madness Underneath by @marvelouskatie

“Caroline is a psych student working as a sober companion in Chicago, hired by Elijah Mikaelson to assist his brother, Klaus, who is fresh out of rehab. For the next six weeks she’ll be with him 24/7 helping him to maintain a sober life. Caroline will soon discover Klaus is no ordinary client. AH/AU, based off of Elementry/Sherlock Holmes.”

[dottores]

late night thoughts ft kokonoi

thinkin about meeting kokonoi at one of the bars he owned, dolled up in a pretty little dress and leanin over the bar to talk to the bartender like you’ve known him your whole life. and koko has seen plenty of girls at his bars, you know? all dressed up pretty and throwing themselves at him cause of his status and money, so he’s gotten used to ignoring them but for some reason when you look his way, he can’t help but double take. it was a short glance, barely half a second of eye contact out of the corner of your eye, not even pausing in your conversation with the bartender, but his eyes can’t help but catch the way the corner of your lips quirked up momentarily and you’ve got him hooked.

thinkin about how it honestly doesn’t take too long for the two of you to get on, cause you just have a way with words that has him hangin off your every breath. you were dangerous, he realized, as you regaled him with yet another story of scamming some older man out of an outrageous amount of money at this very same bar—as he himself willingly fell for the same trap as he bought you yet another drink. not dangerous in the guns and blood way that he had become used to over the years, but in a sneakier way that had him on edge in the best and worst ways possible. he had met a lot of woman over the years as a bonten executive but he was sure none like you.

thinkin about how you’re in his car on the way back to his apartment sooner rather than later because as much as you have him entranced, you can’t help but be drawn into kokonoi hajime and his pretty words and pretty face. it had been a long time since you met someone able to meet your witty banter without fail but kokonoi hajime seemed to have a tongue woven out of gilded silk and no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t catch him at a loss for words.

thinkin about how koko has you pressed up against his apartment door, lips soft and gentle against yours, fingers gliding against your scantily clad body and tracing all of your curves. quickly, you realize, that kokonoi hajime was not only smooth with his words but also in just about everything else he does. he kisses you like he’s done it a million times before, knows how to touch your body as if it were a map only he could read and you know you’re a fuckin goner. you want more though and you vocalize that and you’re not sure if you like the look in his eyes when he agrees.

thinkin about how you watch koko wander over to his desk, pulling out a few envelopes and laying them out. he sits down at his chair and beckons you over, pulling you onto his lap and once again pressing his lips to yours. thinkin about how he unhooks his pants and slides you down onto his cock so slowly that it nearly makes you dizzy. by the time he bottoms out into you, you swear you can see stars and you swear that kokonoi hajime must’ve been a gift sent to you from the gods because you had never felt so perfectly full and stretched before.

thinkin about how koko stops you as you try to roll your hips and that look in his eyes is back as he watches. “you know how much you cost me at the bar earlier, doll?” he asks and you can only stare at him, not even fully comprehending what he asked. “nearly 60k yen. you’re gonna count that for me now, pretty, and then i’ll fuck you good, yeah?”

thinkin about how he knows this really isn’t necessary as he peppers kisses along the back of your shoulders and subtly rocks his hips up into you, forcing his cock deeper and causing you to lose count for the fifth time now. of course he doesn’t need you to count his money, he knows exactly how much he laid out for you to count but fuck you just look too fuckin pretty takin his cock and beggin him for more while holding his money in your shaky hands.

thinkin about how it takes you nearly ten tries before you finish counting without messing up and by that time he’s got you exactly how he wants you—all but sobbing in his lap, juices dripping down onto him, staining his absurdly expensive pants, and fingers clawing at the wrist of the hand he had resting on your throat. thinkin about how he grabs you gently by the jaw, forcing you to turn your head to look at him so he could see your pretty, fucked out face—make up smudged and running down your cheeks, tears welling in your eyes. he can’t help but think back to the sly and composed appearance you had earlier in the night—as much as he loved it, he couldn’t help but love this look way, way more.

thinkin about how koko has you bent over his desk as soon as you finish, knocking away all of the stacks of yen you had just counted out but you couldn’t even bring yourself to care cause he was fucking any intelligible thought out of your mind almost instantly, one hand gripping your hip hard while the other entangled itself into your hair, pulling you up from where you had pressed your face into the desk.

thinkin about how koko fucks you like it’s the last thing he’s gonna do, hips snapping against you at a speed that had your head spinning and eyes blurring and the desk underneath you rattling dangerously, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust. thinkin about how it’s nearly four in the morning and koko’s got you screaming his name so loud that you were sure everybody in his damn building could hear you; thinkin about how he leans down, sucking bruises down your spine, breath hot and heavy against your skin as he tells you feel so fuckin’ good wrapped around his cock, takin him like you were fuckin’ made to do it, like his own personal fuckin’ whore.

thinkin about he turns you to face him cause he wants to see your pretty face when you cum all over his cock, and thinkin about how your hands find refuge in his silky hair, tugging at it hard and instantly you’ve got koko moaning like one of those triple x rated pornstars, eyes rolled back and lips parted, hips stuttering against yours.

thinkin about how your legs are wrapped so tight around his waist that koko couldn’t even hope to pull out if he wanted to when he felt you clench up around him, head thrown back and his name on your lips as he flicks your clit lightly in time with the drag of his hips. thinkin about how pretty he is when he moans your name and cums inside you, fucking his cum deeper into you with every thrust as he rides out his high.

thinkin about how he buries his face into your neck, breath shaky against your skin and shoulders trembling as he tries to recover and he swears that he’s never cum this hard before in his life. thinkin about how he carries you over to his bed and lays you down cause you’re too unsteady on your feet to get there yourself.

thinkin about how his eyes catch on something barely hidden in front of your dress and how he couldn’t hold back the surprised laughter when he realized that no you hadn’t been messing up counting his yen, you had been starting over each time you had decided to tuck some away into your dress. thinkin about how his eyes focus in on the lazy, tired smile that pulled to your lips when you realize he had figured out what you were doing and koko swears that he falls in love.

[daddyhausen]

86-88 and 96-99 from the nsfw prompt list with hook please. If it’s too much don’t worry about it! Your work is amazing btw!💗

sure thing babes ! please i am still reeling from hearing him speak earlier 😭

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• headcannon — { 86-88 + 96-99 } — hook •

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{ masterlist } | { aew masterlist } | { hook masterlist }

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{ warnings } — smut, 18 + { minors do not interact }, daddy kink, public sex, mutual masturbation, fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, dominant/submissive dynamic, multiple orgasms, vaginal sex, rough sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming

{ word count } — 746

{ genre } — smut

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{ taglist } — @boutmachines @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @thebestintheworld @chrisdickinson @cuzimacomedian

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{ 86 } — you need to learn your place

{ 87 } — show me how a good girl begs

{ 88 } — that’s a good girl, you can cum now

{ 96 } — prove that you deserve my cock

{ 97 } — put on a show for daddy

{ 98 } — i’m going to ruin you

{ 99 } — you better watch your fucking mouth

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your skin burned with heat, slick and sticky with sweat after your match. back pressed flush against the cool brick wall in an attempt to cool yourself off.

even though you were alone, secluded to one of the more isolated areas of the arena, you could still feel at least one pair of eyes on you, an ever looming presence that never seemed to fade.

he appeared out of the shadows, the light thud of his feet hitting the floor as he had jumped down from the crate he had been sitting on. eyes still fixated on your frame

you grew shy under his gaze for a moment. especially since it was the first night you were debuting new, more scantily clad ring gear. was it to get his attention? yes. was it working? you hoped so!

you hoped that you little workplace crush on him had not been noticeable. despite the fact your face would burn at the thought of him. or how if you knew he was going to be at event or anything if the sort, you’d dress more provocatively in the hopes of getting his attention.

and he knew this, he liked the idea that the gear you had chosen was to catch his eye. he stood over you, body pressed close to yours, lips so dangerously close to your ear.

“you wanted my attention…?” he muttered against your earlobe, your face grew heated and mouth ran dry as his eyes methodically scanned your frame. “you got it now…”

in mere moments his lips were pressed against yours, rough and tangled in a heated kiss. moaning and growling against your skin.

“fuck…” your whispered against his lips, mind still reeling from the sudden kiss. a small gasp leaving your lips as he grasped the top of your ring gear between his hands, ripping the thin material in two

“what the fuck-?” you exclaimed

“you better watch your fucking mouth, princess” he retorted, marvelling at your bare breasts, fondling the soft bundles of flesh between his palms. the sudden dominance in his voice made you pipe down nice and quick.

“you need to learn your place…fucking teasing me like that with this gear…” he growled, palming his cock through his sweat pants, his free hand dragging you begging the set of crates that he had been previously sitting on

“now strip…put on a show for daddy…” he leaned back against another crate, watching on as your slowly began to strip of the remaineder of your gear, your panties absolutely soaked in the process.

he freed his cock from his sweatpants, beggining to pump himself, soft growls leaving his lips.

“play with yourself princess…prove that you deserve my cock”

slowly you began to toy with yourself, sitting up on the crate, you spread your legs for him, fingers swirling circles into your sensitive clit, small whimpers leaving your lips.

two of your fingers filled out soaked void, whining and moaning his name as you filled yourself up.

“daddy…” you whimpered, bitting your lip to try and suppress your moans, crying out in pleasure as your first orgasm drew near.

“that’s it princess…show me how a good girl begs”

you were so close, your first orgasm rushing over you like tidal waves, your sweetness glossing his chest as he continued to pump himself, eventually stopping so he could bring you down from the crate.

“princess…i’m going to ruin you”

with your back firmly against the wall, legs around his waist, he slipped his cock into you with ease. his thrusts rough and feverish, fucking you senseless.

you felt so full with him, each thrust was pure heaven, your tight cunt stretching around his size leaving you a babbling mess atop him.

“d-daddy…” you whined. “s-so close…”

he grunted with each movement , determined to fill you up, he would love nothing more than the sight of your cunt filled to the brim with his seed.

“that’s a good girl, you can cum now”

you heeded his words, your second orgasm coating his cock, thick pulses clenching around his size as he continued with his lovely abuse of your cunt.

it did not take long for him to follow suit, he gave a final thrust, leaving your cunt full, sticky with his hot cum. he remained inside your for a moment, making sure every last drop of his seed filled your void.

“sorry about the gear, princess. i’ll pay for it to get fixed, okay?”

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[sa1lorsp3lllz]

So I finally finished Wednesday, I have a lot of thoughts about this show.

First of which I absolutly love this show it had me hooked from beggining to end. The story was great especially for a first outing to ease you into the world but more than anything what spoke to me was Wednesdays character.

As somone with high functioning Autism I releate to her so much the dry monotone voice where people cant tell if youre serious or sarcasic, The standoffish nature towards overs, The wish to never be touched and of course the hyperfixation.

I genually have never related a character so much I see a lot of myself in her espeshally when I was the same age as her. The most of which is the masking of all emotion like when Enid moved back into thier room you could tell that wednesday just wanted to say that she missed her but couldnt bring herself to do it. This is one of the biggest things I struggle with to this day, I will want to say somthing nice or do somthing nice for somone but for some reason like there is like this restraint in my mind to not do it and to just keep the wall up.

I have a fear just like her that letting my gaurd down to anyone even those close to me will expose me to somthing bad so its easier to just keep the wall up and show no emotions to anyone. I have to say though the end there where she let her gaurd down and huged Enid really hit home too as someone who does not like to be touched by others sometimes you do just need that hug to to know everything is okay and then its back to no touching.

I also have been though my fair share of being totally obivious to other peoples emotions focusing purly on my goal. I oftern dont mean to hurt or upset others but I oftern find it just happens and it takes me by suprise that they are offended cause to me I'm just trying to achieve a task reach a goal. Just like Wednesday trying to do everyhing possible to find out who the monster is and get to the bottom of the mystery almsot at the peril of everyone who has tried to make friends with her along the way at school.

Finally one of the things that seal the deal on how much I releate to her is that we're both obsessed with writing. For me at least it is kind of ironoic since im also dyslexic. But I too dedicate at least an hour a day to writing of some form. Usally my book of which is also a mystery novel. However sometimes I write unrelated things for example today it has been dedicated to writing this blog post.

So to summerise, I coudln't be more thrilled. Im not sure if Tim Burton was intending for Wednesday to be autistic but as an autisitic person I strongly relate to her so I'm happy with the decisions he and Jenna made for the character and I'm happy for that representation on screen as many oftern misunderstand autism.

I love this show so much I'm going in for another watch tomorrow and I hope to the dark lord that we get a season 2 I need to see more of this Wednesday.

[wixterirox]

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THANK YOU!!

okay so the fic starts off with Tommy coming back from Mexico hearing about starcourt fire. He understands that internationals calls are expensive and shit so he doesn’t blame anyone for not telling him, but then he finds out that Billy almost died in the fire. Then he gets furious because Steve was at the mall too and he knew about Billy almost dying and didn’t tell Tommy.

So Tommy shows up at family video raving and demanding to know where Billy is since he moved

i posted a snippet of it here

Steve ends up being no help, but Robin gives Tommy the address to where Billy is staying since she can sense there was/is something between Tommy and Billy. And Tommy is Billy’s friends and both probably need to see each other

the address leads Tommy to a cabin outside of two and he is almost certain that Robin set him up to be murdered, but the chief opens the door

Hopper begrudgingly let’s Tommy in and goes to tell Billy there’s a guest for him, while Tommy talks to Jane. He’s a little confused since he thought Billy’s sister was a redhead but he doesn’t think about it too much.

Then he finally gets to see Billy. Billy is hooked up to oxygen and scarred all over, but he seems happy that Tommy came to visit. They talk for a while and then Tommy gives him a bj

here are some of my favorite lines i’ve written so far

All Tommy can do is bark and beg, but he is not to the point of beggin, yet.

“C’mon, king,” he sneers, “Where is he at?”

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“You brought me chocolates?”

“I brought you beer too but the bouncer confiscated that.”

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“Isabel tu hijo es lindo pero un idiota”

Tommy lets a laugh, billy speaking in spanish is one of his favorite things in the words. How the words roll of the tongue and his voice is so smooth and calming. “I’ll tell her you just say I’m hot.”

“Maybe you’re just bad at translating”

[majora-the-lil-shit]

Totally not asking u to info dump about ur majora

Pls tell me everythin

OKAY SO I AM WRITING THIS AT SCHOOL AT LUNCH ETC ETC AND I AM GONNA GO INTO DETAIL LONG ASS RANT UNDER THE CUT

Btw I'll be adding to this in increments, bc sometimes tumblr is stupid and has a "word limit" (aka too long makes it glitch)

Backstory

Majora was a Spirit created by Navina and Kinshu, she became much like a daughter to the two. Her soul was to protect Termina, especially since Kinshu and Navina were often busy. So she would check on the temples and rid them of monsters. She'd go check on the townsfolk and act like a police/gaurd, keeping crime low.

However, all of this was creating sad, dull, and boring *memories.* The Happy Mask Salesman (Anamniseis) knew this, seeing as he is the God/Deity of memories. He was evil, and he loved to make people happy. Think Ursula, assuming you've watched The Little Mermaid.

Now, nobody came to Anamniseis unless absolutely necessary. Mainly because he added a horrible twist.

He came to Majora, and offered her a 'quest', claiming that there is someone evil threatening the lives of Termanians. Naturally she accepted, fully believing him no matter how much Navina and Kinshu warned her. After all, when your whole life has been nothing but running errands, you'd want something spicy. Something that gave you fame and glory.

Anamniseis, having immediately convinced Majora, proceeded to corrupt the temples. The Hero hopped on that, slaying through the same beasts you would in Majora's mask. Doing so made her happy, gave her Memories that actually satisfied her and weren't boring. How bad can the Salesman be?

Well... The final boss comes in. Its Anamniseis, and every creature Majora slayed while on her mission.

She thought it was some cruel joke, and whipped through all the enemies while the Salesman watched. What she didn't know, though, was the closer she got to the end of the hoard, the closer she got to the red pond that'll consume her.

While trying to get the last one, Majora fell into the red water. She tried to get out, but it was like swimming through honey... She COULDN'T get out.

The bosses she defeated each surrounded the circle, beggining to chant in a langauge too ancient to understand.

As they chanted, the pool and bonds got smaller, until Majora was practically in a body suit.

It began to compress her into various shapes, until she finally took the shape of the mask.

Well, ahe was left there... Until Animneseis finally picked her up. All that time left alone really destroyed her. She came to HATE the Diety and Goddess for not helping her. (I mean, they DID warn Majora not to trust the Salesman.)

So, she gladly hooked onto the skullkid. Assuming you played Majoras Mask, you know how it goes from there :3

[ink-on-the-brink]

How do you feel about ns*w prompts?

If you want, how about how medic, sniper and engie are acting during sexy times ? Or foreplay if you prefer !

I've been kinda thinking about doing stuff like that for a while so I decided why not now? It's not gonna be my first time writing it but it is my first time posting this stuff so fair warning.

NO CHILDREN BEYOND THIS POINT I SWEAR TO GOD DON'T YOU DARE-

Medic

Okay so like, I don't know if it's just me but like I kinda see Medic as a bit ace? Like he doesn't usually think about that type of stuff and it's very rare that he feels this sort of pull, but he won't reject doing it if you want to either.

You'd need to be very blunt with the man. It's not that he's dumb, he just doesn't pick up well on social cues in the first place so he doesn't want to assume anything.

He's never one to initiate. Like ever. You want some? You best come get it.

Kinks? Literally whatever the fuck you're into. Man does not give a fuck. He'll indulge in the most insane shit if you're up for it. He had no line that can't be crossed. He loves experimenting. (I mean that's what he does 98% of the time anyway)

Mega switch. He can be the absolute whiniest sub and the most controlling dom. It's almost scary how good he is at both.

Foreplay can be common or not happen at all. Again it depends entirely on what his partner wants and if you want him to spend an hour just touching you then that's exactly what he'll do.

He holds no shame if caught. Everyone knows better than to say shit to the person that's literally in charge of their bodily functions. No one dares to say a word if they catch the two of you.

He will often slip into German in the heat of the moment so whatever he saids is completely lost on you. (He's honestly just saying random shit but you don't need to know that)

His favorite position is downward dog. Something about hearing your muffled moans just kinda does it for him.

For him, it's more of a casual thing. Like a 'sure, why not'.

Overall whoever he's with gets to decide what smexy time will be like.

Sniper

This man has one hell of a sex drive. It's honestly surprising he hasn't exploded from the number of times he's found himself in a situation where he just really needed that release but couldn't get it that moment.

One small comment, purposeful or not, has him wanting you. There have been more than a few times he's heard the wrong meaning in your words, flustering and really pushing him.

He doesn't initiate it so much as you can see that he really really needs it. He'll deny himself no matter how worked up he gets and it's up to you to shove some reality in his face and give him what he wants.

Man is a full dom when he's in the mood though. I'm talking you won't even know what's happening before he has you against a wall, whispering the dirtiest things you've ever heard in your ear. Which is frankly surprising since he was usually so easily flustered. It's almost shocking how quickly he changes from flustered mess to confident and absolutely fucking H O T.

He doesn't venture into the world of kinks much. He likes it rough and messy, not complicated. He'd rather be the one to hold you down than have some rope do it for him. That doesn't mean he won't try if you ask though.

He draws a hard line with extreme stuff. He will never harm you and would never like to be harmed by you.

If he trusts you enough, and you play your cards right, he can become a melted mess. Sometimes he just really likes to give up all control to you and honestly, it just makes him hotter.

He's definitely the type to use semi-demeaning words but not in a way to put you down. Something like 'you're such a good lil' slut for me'

Voyeurism is something he's turned on about but deathly afraid to do. He's had many a fantasy of fucking where he might get caught but actually getting caught would probably embarrass him to unimaginable lengths. So to indulge in these fantasies he'll do so when you both go camping. No one's around yet the thrill is still there.

He most often likes to fuck you into a wall of some kind. He likes how the position makes it a bit harder to look at anything but him. Your expressions are what he practically lives for.

Foreplay is rare. He's often too worked up to think about it. He mostly likes to get straight to the good part. So when he gives you the reins he can often be even more of a mess if you prefer soft touches and a slower session.

How casual it is depends on how long he's been with you. For the first year they tend to be more rare and often very intense sessions. Once he's more comfortable with you though it can become extremely common and more casual with those intense sessions sprinkled in now and then.

Overall he's a bit hard to predict. You'll start off thinking he's going to be a nervous mess under your fingers before he turns around and fucks you until you can't stand anymore. Then after a while you get to take control and do the same to him.

It's a win/win

Engie

A decent sex drive. Usually he's very good at controlling his urges and keeping them in check but when he wants it damn does he want it bad.

He's a man of words. Nothing, and I mean nothing will get him going faster than a suggestive comment. Keep talking and you'll have him hooked in moments.

Despite what one might think, Engie is a dom. Look, you listen to him when his voice gets deep and tell me he doesn't use that tone to turn on whoever he's with. Man's knows every way to turn someone on without even touching them.

Is most likely the one to initiate. He likes to start it off with a little bit of light touching so it's very often that he turns what was supposed to be a cuddle session or a short kiss into something a lot more.

HUGE praise kink. He's going to compliment each part of your body in the sexiest way he can. Stuff like 'ya sound beautiful when you're beggin sweetheart' and 'ain't you just the most perfect thing ah've ever seen'. He is going to make even the most stone-cold mercenary flush with how good he is at talking dirty.

Foreplay is this man's forte. He's good with his hands and his tongue and you can be damn sure he's using both to his advantage. Kisses all around your body, whispered words that send shocks through your skin, soft touches that send shivers down your spine, he's good at it all.

To him it has to be intimate. He's not one for casual. If he's going to do anything with you it's going to be slow and romatic. He doesn't like anything quick, it just doesn't do it for him. He wants to hold your body, to feel every bit of skin revealed to him.

He doesn't want anyone disturbing his moment with you and it will annoy him to no end if someone does. He'll quickly cover you before throwing whatever's closest to him at whoever disturbed the session. Despite this, he has a huge thing for spontaneous sessions rather than planned ones. This means that you two have done it more than a few times in his workshop. Luckily at this point everyone's learned to just not come in if the doors are closed, no matter how important it is. He's not going to talk or help anyone until he's finished.

He has a different set of nicknames that are saved especially for smexy time. These include 'cute lil' thing, sugar, angle' and a few others. Upon hearing any of those nicknames you'll know exactly what he's planning to do.

He likes it when you ride him. He very much enjoys the hold he has on your hips as you bounce on top of him, not to mention your face contorted in pleasure that he gets a front-row seat to.

Overall he's a man of foreplay and long passionate sessions.

[aikkosupremacy]

Ok 👌 nice again kagehina female reader pt.2!👏😃

Look at them. LOOK! Ok but fr fr

Fluff

Hinata lives for PDA we can all agree right? If he’s feeling it he’ll kiss you, it’s so random he kissed you and Kageyama. In the middle of a McDonald’s. In public. Let’s just say Kageyama wears his mask now😁

Kageyama doesn’t like much PDA because once Hinata kissed him for too long he could not breath oml😭

You have to cook or else your house is on fire Kageyama doesn’t even know how to cook and Hinata tried to bake it turned out surprisingly good! 👍 you do most of the cooking tho, the most they do is cut and wash vegetables, fruits, etc they make it up with setting the table!😁

You burned your hand once because Kageyama and Hinata were running around the house and they bumbed you and they were crying on your hand and when you rapped it up they apologized the whole week, they even tried to cook and you  appreciated the offer, not the food tho

Every Christmas Kageyama is in heaven why? Decorating mistletoes you get on his shoulders and sit but your trying to reach that your shuffling your legs and thighs basically choking him he’s just blushing, if you ask him if he’s ok he’ll be like: “yup, just fine!” Hinata was super jealous until you crushed him when he was between your legs and you were watching maybe something competitive or just happy your favorite character is still alive in your show.

Sexual

Your a bottom but you tried to top Hinata and ride him you successfully made him come first. He never ever recovered from that

Kageyama never new how to give you such a hickey but he bites just fine, once you started bleeding and it was great, he was so worried😭

Hinata and Kageyama double teaming they LOVE eating you out your juices and all Hinata uses his tongue every time but Kageyama fingers you somtimes👌

They split roast you for the first time and oml.. you were gone

moaning through your hand, Kageyama takes your hand of tho “c’mon now honey.. you know I’d love to hear you yell my name..”

Hinata takes your hand of your mouth and pins them to the headboard “Fuck.. please please just let me hear your lovely moans” “fuck.. so good for me”

Ok giving them head is all you need to dominate them edging them having them moan beggin you to let them come

Lactation kink🙂

Your not pregnant but Kageyama and Hinata love your chest and they want to try and get milk out of it so you get a pump and a few weeks later it’s out, your chest is leaking through your shirt, oml they. Go. Crazy always sucking the hell out of them and since it’s 2 of them, they don’t switch and your chest is hurting in pleasure, you have to pull them of, I kid you not in sync “we’re not done yet!!” “ I can’t take much more please..” you whimper “your so sweet tho” Hinata says “ yeah just five more minutes!” Kageyama says “wait 10!” He says again “yea please!” Hinata says!with puppy dog eyes you sigh and let them continue, for way more then 10 minutes, you moaning has them hooked on you and they start undoing your pants for that pretty clit of yours

Oml this is the last part🙂bye tananoya or kenhina next🙂