#it makes sense too... he probably just feels content to go to furry cons in regular clothes and say hes partial suriting

[horrorshowcliche]

so is nobody gonna talk about how kurt has now cannonically gone to furry parties

[tlbodine]

The Horror Genius of Five Nights At Freddy’s

I’ve been playing FNAF: Help Wanted VR on my Oculus Quest lately (a birthday present to myself -- I know I’m late to that party!) and it’s reignited in me my old love of this series. I know Scott Cawthon’s politics aren’t great, but I don’t think there’s any malice in his heart beyond usual Christian conservative nonsense -- and I think he stepped down as graciously and magnanimously as possible when confronted about it. Time will judge Scott Cawthon’s politics, and that’s not what I’m here to talk about. I want to talk about what makes these games so damn special, from a horror, design, and marketing perspective. I think there’s really SO MUCH to be learned from studying these games and the wider influence they’ve had as intellectual property. 

What Is FNAF? 

In case you’ve somehow been living under a rock for the last seven years, Five Nights At Freddy’s (hereafter, FNAF) is a horror franchise spanning 17 games (10 main games + some spinoffs and troll games, we’ll get to that), 27 books, a movie deal, and a couple live-action attractions. 

But before it exploded into that kind of tremendous IP, it started out as a single indie pont-and-click game created entirely by one dude, Scott Cawthon. Cawthon had developed other games in the past without much fame or success, including some Christian children’s entertainment. He was working as a cashier at Dollar General and making games in his spare time -- and most of those games got panned. 

So he tried making something different. 

After being criticized that the characters in one of his children’s games looked like soulless, creepy animatronics, Cawthon had his lightbulb moment and created a horror game centered on....creepy animatronics! 

The rest, as they say, is history. 

The Genius of FNAF’s Horror Elements

In the first FNAF game, you play as a night security guard at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, a sort of ersatz Chuck-E-Cheese establishment. The animatronics are on free-roaming mode at night, but you don’t want to let them find you in your security room so you have to watch them move through the building on security camera monitors. If they get too close, you can slam your security room doors closed. But be careful, because this restaurant operates on a shoestring budget, and the power will go off if you keep the doors closed too long or flicker the lights too often. And once the lights go out, you’re helpless against the animatronics in the dark. 

Guiding you through your gameplay is a fellow employee, Phone Guy, who calls you each night with some helpful advice. Phone Guy is voiced by Cawthon himself, and listening to his tapes gives you some hints of the game’s underlying story as well as telling you how to play. A few newspaper clippings and other bits of scrap material help to fill in more details of the story. 

Over the next set of games, the story would be further developed, with each new game introducing new mechanics and variations on the theme -- in one, you don a mask to slip past the notice of animatronics; in another, you have to play sound cues to lure an animatronic away from you. By the fourth game, the setup was changed completely, now featuring a child with a flashlight hiding from the monsters outside his door -- nightmarish versions of the beloved child-friendly mascots. The mechanics change just enough between variations to keep things fresh while maintaining a consistent brand. 

There are so many things these games do well from a storytelling and horror perspective: 

Jump Scares: It’s easy to shrug these games off for relying heavily on jump scares, and they absolutely do have a lot of them. But they’re used strategically. In most games, the jump scares are a punishment (a controlled shock, if you will) -- if you play the game perfectly, you’ll never be jump-scared. This is an important design choice that a lot of other horror games don’t follow. 

Atmospheric Dread: These games absolutely deliver horror and tension through every element of design -- some more than others, admittedly. But a combination of sound cues, the overall texture and aesthetic of the world, the “things move when you’re not looking at them” mechanic, all of it works together to create a feeling of unease and paranoia. 

Paranoia: As in most survival horror games, you’re at a disadvantage. You can’t move or defend yourself, really -- all you can do is watch. And so watch you do. Except it’s a false sense of security, because flicking lights and checking cameras uses up precious resources, putting you at greater risk. So you have to balance your compulsive need to check, double-check, and make sure...with methodical resource conservation. The best way to survive these games is to remain calm and focused. It’s a brilliant design choice. 

Visceral Horror: The monster design of the animatronics is absolutely delightful, and there’s a whole range of them to choose from. The sheer size and weight of the creatures, the way they move and position themselves, their grunginess, the deadness of their eyes, the quantity and prominence of their teeth. They are simultaneously adorable and horrifying. 

Implicit Horror: One of the greatest strengths to FNAF as a franchise is that it never wears its story on its sleeve. Instead of outright telling you what’s going on, the story is delivered in bits and pieces that you have to put together yourself -- creating a puzzle for an engaged player to think about and theorize over and consider long after the game is done. But more than that, the nature of the horror itself is such that it becomes increasingly upsetting the more you think on it. The implications of what’s going on in the game world -- that there are decaying bodies tucked away inside mascots that continue to perform for children, that a man dressed in a costume is luring kids away into a private room to kill them, and so forth -- are the epitome of fridge horror. 

The FNAF lore does admittedly start to become fairly ridiculous and convoluted as the franchise wears on. But even ret-conned material manages to be pretty interesting in its own right (and there is nothing in the world keeping you from playing the first four games, or even the first six, and pretending none of the rest exist). 

Another thing I really appreciate about the FNAF franchise is that it’s quite funny, in a way that complements and underscores the horror rather than detracting from it. It’s something a lot of other properties utterly fail to do. 

The Genius of Scott Cawthon’s Marketing 

OK, so FNAF utilizes a multi-prong attack for creating horror and implements it well -- big deal. Why did it explode into a massive IP sensation when other indie horror games that are just as well-made barely made a blip on the radar? 

Well! That’s where the real genius comes in. This game was built and marketed in a way to maximize its franchisability. 

First, the story utilizes instantly identifiable, simple but effective character designs, and then generates more and more instantly identifiable unique characters with each iteration. Having a wealth of characters and clever, unique designs basically paves the way for merchandise and fan-works. (That they’re anthropomorphic animal designs also probably helped -- because that taps into the furry fandom as well without completely alienating non-furries). 

Speaking of fan-work, Scott Cawthon has always been very supportive of fandom, only taking action when people would try to profit off knock-off games and that sort of thing -- basically bad-faith copies. But as far as I know he’s always been super chill with fan-created content, even going so far as to engage directly with the fandom. Which brings me to....

These games were practically designed for streaming, and he took care to deliver them into the hands of influential streamers. Because the games are heavy on jump-scares and scale in difficulty (even including extra-challenging modes after the core game is beaten) they are extremely fun to watch people play. They’re short enough to be easily finished over the duration of a long stream, and they’re episodic -- lending themselves perfectly to a YouTube Lets Play format. One Night = One Video, and now the streamer has weeks of content from your game (but viewers can jump in at any time without really missing much). 

The games are kid-friendly but also genuinely frightening. Because the most disturbing parts of the game’s lore are hinted at rather than made explicit, younger players can easily engage with the game on a more basic surface level, and others can go as deep into the lore as they feel comfortable. There is no blood and gore and violence or even any explicitly stated death in the main game; all of the murder and death is portrayed obliquely by way of 8-bit mini games and tangential references. Making this game terrifying but accessible to youngsters, and then marketing it directly to younger viewers through popular streamers (and later, merchandising deals) is genius -- because it creates a very broad potential audience, and kids tend to spend 100% of their money (birthdays, allowances, etc.) and are most likely to tell their friends about this super scary game, etc. etc.

By creating a puzzle box of lore, and then interacting directly with the fandom -- dropping hints, trolling, essentially creating an ARG of his own lore through his website, in-game easter eggs, and tie-in materials -- Cawthon created a mystery for fandom to solve. And fans LOVE endlessly speculating over convoluted theories. 

Cawthon released these games FAST. He dropped FNAF 2 within months of the first game’s release, and kept up a pace of 1-2 games a year ever since. This steady output ensured the games never dropped out of public consciousness -- and introducing new puzzle pieces for the lore-hungry fans to pore over helped keep the discussion going. 

I think MatPat and The Game Theorists owe a tremendous amount of their own huge success to this game. I think Markiplier does, too, and other big streamers and YouTubers. It’s been fascinating watching the symbiotic relationship between these games and the people who make content about these games. Obviously that’s true for a lot of fandom -- but FNAF feels so special because it really did start so small. It’s a true rags-to-riches sleeper hit and luck absolutely played a role in its growth, but skill is a big part too. 

Take-Aways For Creatives 

I want to be very clear here: I do not think that every piece of media needs to be “IP,” franchisable, an extended universe, or a multimedia sensation. I think there is plenty to be said for creating art of all types, and sometimes that means a standalone story with a small audience. 

But if you do want a chance at real break-out, run-away success and forging a media empire of your own, I think there are some take-aways to be learned from the success of FNAF: 

Persistence. Scott Cawthon studied animation and game-design in the 1990s and released his first game in 2002. He released a bunch of stuff afterward. None of it stuck. It took 12 years to hit on the winning formula, and then another several years of incredibly hard work to push out more titles and stoke the fires before it really became a sensation. Wherever you’re at on your creative journey, don’t give up. You never know when your next thing will be The Thing that breaks you out. 

If you want to sell a lot of something, you have to make it widely appealing to a bunch of people. This means keeping your concept simple to understand (”security guard wards off creepy killer animatronics at a pizza parlor”) and appealing to as wide a segment of the market as you can (ie, a horror story that appeals to both kids and adults). The more hyper-specific your audience, the harder it’s gonna be to find them and the fewer copies of your thing you’ll be selling. 

Know your shit and put your best work out there. I think there’s an impulse to feel like “well, nobody reads this anyway, so why does it matter if it’s no good” (I certainly have fallen into that on multiple occasions) but that’s the wrong way to think about it. You never know when and where your break will come. Put your best work out there and keep on polishing your craft with better and better stuff because eventually one of those things you chuck out there is going to be The Thing. 

Figure out where your target audience hangs out, and who influences them, and then get your thing in the hands of those influencers. Streaming and YouTube were the secret to FNAF’s success. Maybe yours will be BookTube, or Instagram, or a secret cabal of free librarians. I don’t know. But you should try your best to figure out who would like the thing that you’re making, and then figure out how to reach those people, and put all of your energy into that instead of shotgun-blasting your marketing all willy nilly. 

You don’t have to put the whole story on the page. Audiences love puzzles. Fans love mysteries. You can actually leave a lot more unanswered than you think. There’s some value in keeping secrets and leaving things for others to fill in. Remember -- your art is only partly yours. The sandbox belongs to others to play in, too, and you have to let them do that. 

If in doubt, appealing to furries never hurts. 

Do I take all of this advice myself? Not by a long shot. But it’s definitely a lot to think about. 

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go beat The Curse of Dreadbear. 

[rocorambles]

Assumptions

Pairing: Hinata x Reader x Kageyama

Genre: NSFW, Slight Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Mild Dub-con, Overstimulation

Summary: Your breath catches when a toothy smirk lights up his face. “Now, I think the idiot and I have months of teasing to pay you back for.” 

Requested by Anon

You lay your head on Hinata’s shoulder, giggling at something on the screen. Usually the redhead would be laughing right with you, but his mind is hardly on the episode of One Piece as he flushes at the feeling of your hair brushing against his neck and the warmth of your body seeping into his side. He thinks about how the two of you got here as he subtly takes comfort in the sweet smell of your shampoo. As a pro athlete, he had searched for a sports medicine doctor that he could go to regularly. Your office had been recommended to him by Bokuto, so one brisk Saturday morning, he had trekked over, excited to start talking about a nutrition plan and health regimen to keep him in top shape, when he opened the office door and saw you. He internally cringes in embarrassment when he remembers what a stuttering fool he had been at that first meeting, but you had been so kind and after a few appointments, he had finally been able to act like a relatively normal human being around you (well, as normal as Hinata could be anyway). 

It took almost half a year before he finally had the nerve to ask you to come to one of his volleyball matches, but the sight of you in the audience ignited something within him and he moved faster and jumped higher than he ever had before. A few more matches  with you watching and some encouragement from Bokuto finally had him nervously asking if you wanted to hang out sometime and he thought he would faint from sheer happiness when you said yes. Your hangouts had begun as just casual meals spent together, but as the two of you got to know each other better, you began to go to each other’s homes and throw on anime while the two of you played games or talked. He had been content just being around you, but one day while the two of you sat on his couch, something startled you on the screen and you had reached out to clutch his hand instinctively. Hinata blushed so hard his face almost matched the color of his hair and you had profusely apologized, but he had rapidly shook his head and sidled closer to you. Biting his lower lip nervously, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and his heart fluttered as you leaned into his touch and rested your head on his chest. 

Your physical contact never goes beyond innocent, flirtatious motions. A gentle connecting of hands, a warm embrace, a comforting hold. And Hinata relishes every moment of it. Every brush of your skin sparks a bolt of electricity within him and he begins to wonder what it would be like to have you by his side as more than just a friend. As he stares down at your face illuminated by the flickering screen, he promises himself that he’ll ask you to officially date him soon before returning his attention to the TV.

Finally finding the courage within himself to ask you the big question, he excitedly asks if you’re free this coming Saturday, but is crestfallen when you reply that you already had plans. He mopes with his phone in hand when a ball suddenly smacks him in the face. With a yelp and a glower, he looks up only to find Sakusa staring unamused at him and he sheepishly returns to practice, putting his thoughts of you on pause. The week passes and exhausted after the grueling practices, Bokuto, Atsumu, and he slump down at a nearby restaurant on Saturday to enjoy their day off together. The atmosphere is comfortable as the three teammates ramble aimlessly about different subjects when Bokuto gapes down at his phone screen. “Hey, hey, hey! I didn’t know Kageyama and Y/N knew each other.” Stunned to hear his old friend’s name and your name in the same sentence, Hinata grabs the phone out of Bokuto’s hands and stares in disbelief at the picture displayed. 

You look so cute in the Instagram picture and that’s all Hinata can focus on at first, but he scowls as he sees Kageyama standing next to you, holding a baby goat in his hands. He’s far too close to you and your arms are practically touching in the photo, but what enrages Hinata is the way Kageyama stares at you in the picture. He recognizes the look in his eyes. It’s a look he knows far too well. It’s a look he knows he wears every time you’re with him. He returns Bokuto’s phone with slumped shoulders as Bokuto excitedly wonders out loud when the two of you started dating. Dating? Were you two dating? Hinata pauses at that thought, but misery settles in his stomach when he concludes Bokuto’s probably right. That night, when he stands in his shower, he lets his tears mix with the water as he gives up on pursuing you. 

Kageyama grumbles as you shove the furry creature into his arms. He’s never had a good relationship with animals and he’s convinced that all animals just naturally dislike him. But you had given him those damn puppy eyes and insisted that you could prove him wrong, which is how you both find yourselves in a petting zoo now. He’s tense. He’s almost certain the baby goat in his arms is also tense. But as he watches you gently pet and coo at the little animal in his arms, he can feel his muscles relax and he continues staring, entranced by the soft smile that finds its way on your lips. 

You had also been recommended as a sports medicine doctor for him (turns out you were a favorite of many players in the Japanese Volleyball Association) and he remembers how awkward the first few appointments had been. He knows he’s not the most social person and he’d never talked to many members of the opposite sex before, so it had taken a while for the two of you to find a comfortable cadence. But you were patient and it didn’t take long before he felt at ease around you...so at ease that he had asked you if you wanted to get a milkshake with him after one of your sessions together. He doesn’t really know what drove him to ask you that, but he doesn’t regret it as it led to more milkshake and frozen yogurt hangouts (he had never really gotten over his love for milk). 

Your petting zoo outing comes to an end and you cheer on Kageyama for going out of his way to approach some of the other animals and successfully petting them. As he soothingly rocks a little piglet in his arms, he smiles at you and wonders if you two could be more than friends one day. With that thought tucked in the back of his mind, he walks you home before returning home and going to sleep.

Drenched with sweat and panting for breath, Kageyama takes advantage of the break his team is taking and quickly scans his phone. He rolls his eyes at the Snapchat notification he gets from Hinata and opens it, preparing himself for another idiotic photo, when he freezes. You’re adorable even in a plain t-shirt and shorts and your concentrated face as you try to jump and smack a volleyball down makes Kageyama’s heart clench. But his jaw clenches in irritation when the screen pans over to Hinata’s smiling face giving a peace sign to the camera and cheerily exclamining about how he’d make you a great ace in no time. How did the two of you know each other? You were so close that Hinata was teaching you volleyball? Why hadn’t you ever asked him to show you some stuff? His mind can only jump to one conclusion and he’s surprised his phone doesn’t break in his bone crushing grip as he grits his teeth at the realization that you two must be dating. He doesn’t fully understand why his heart hurts so much at the thought and why he can feel water pooling at the corner of his eyes, but any thought of you being more than a friend disappears as he gets back up and returns to the court.

A few months pass and the annual Japanese Volleyball Association formal takes place. Hinata walks around the venue catching up with familiar faces he’s played with over the season, but he tenses when he sees Kageyama. He mentally scolds himself. There’s no reason why he shouldn’t be anything other than happy to see one of his oldest and closest friends, but your face flashes in his head and he feels a pang in his heart as he begins chatting with the setter. They laugh and reminisce on their old high school days, but after a lull sets in, Hinata broaches the topic that’s been eating at him. “How are things with your girlfriend, Kageyama?” 

Kageyama chokes on his drink and stares incredulously at the redhead. “What are you talking about? I’m not dating anyone, boke.” Hinata stares at him, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, before bursting into a tirade of questions and interrogation. Kageyama’s brows furrow more and more as he starts making sense of the torrent of words coming out of the shorter male’s mouth. “Hinata, I thought YOU were dating her!” Both athletes stare at each other stunned and at first relief washes through both of them when they realize you’re still single, but lingering feelings of jealousy and frustration begin to rise up within them. Had you just been stringing the two of them along this whole time? Were you even interested in them? You had to be, right? Hinata thinks on the nights you’d cuddled with him on his couch. Kageyama remembers the times you’d wiped frozen yogurt off of his face for him with your fingers before playfully winking at him as you licked the remains off your hand. Yes, you had to be. Dark blue and hazel eyes meet and it feels like they’re back at Karasuno all over again, working together to defeat the other team and teach them a lesson about insulting the flightless crows. Except it’s only you on the other side of the net. It’s only you they’ll be teaching a lesson. 

When Hinata asks you to come over and hangout the following weekend, you think nothing of it and quickly agree, excited to spend some time with the bundle of energy. Walking inside his apartment, you’re ready to just start chatting when a figure on his couch leaves you speechless. “Kageyama, what are you doing here? You guys know each other?” Shocked, you stare at the two volleyball players in front of you and something primal flares inside of you at the intense gazes they pin you with. Hinata makes the first move and you’re stunned by the crashing of lips against yours. Instinctively you melt into the kiss, overwhelmed by the amount of excitement and energy behind it. It’s sloppy and wet, but that only fuels the fire beginning to burn in your stomach. Hinata pulls away first and as you both pant for breath, you shudder as sharp hazel eyes bore into you. “Wh-what-” You don’t even have time to stutter out a question before Hinata draws his face even nearer to yours until all you can smell is his citrusy scent. 

“You liked that, right? So you like me, right?” Before he can say anything else, he’s shoved aside and suddenly piercing blue eyes are right in front of you and your lips are once again captured, but this time it’s more careful, more precise, but no less intense as you whimper at the silent dominance. Kageyama lets you catch your breath and you dazedly stare at him as he searches your face for an answer. But an answer to what? “You liked that too, right? Does that mean you also like me? Do you like both of us?” 

Flabbergasted, you stand there without replying as you try to come to terms with the turmoil of emotions entangled within you. You’re not a fool. You know you’ve been flirting heavily with both athletes for a while now and it was only a matter of time before one or the other confronted you about it. But you certainly hadn’t expected both of them to do it at the same time. You stare up into their faces and you almost cower at how small you feel. Stature wise, you’ve always been a lot smaller than the two pro-athletes, but the feral intensity in both their eyes and the way their bodies are taut with nerves as they look down at you makes you feel miniscule. You’re positive you could literally cut the tension in the air as they wait for you to reply. But what could you reply with? The reason you hadn’t ever tried explicitly hinting at something more than close friendship was that you felt something for both of them. How was that fair to either of them? What kind of slut isn’t satisfied with just one person? They deserve something better. Someone who can fully devote and love them fully.

You don’t realize you’ve voiced your thoughts out loud until you're knocked out of your rambling by strong arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you into a firm chest. Tears well in your eyes as you feel the rumble of Hinata’s voice from your position. “You’re so silly, Y/N. I wish you had told us how you felt sooner. We don’t care about any of that. We only want you.” You stare up into Hinata’s grinning face and you feel a watery smile twitch at your lips, but you turn your head around at the feeling of strong hands on your shoulders. Kageyama has a smaller smile on his face, but your heart melts at the affection in his eyes as he nods in agreement with Hinata’s words. But your breath catches when a toothy smirk lights up his face. “Now, I think the idiot and I have months of teasing to pay you back for.” Those words are barely out of the setter’s mouth when you’re picked up bridal style by the redhead and rushed over to his bedroom.

You knew Hinata was abnormally fast, but you’re still caught off-guard by how quickly you’re thrown on his bed and your brain can barely keep up with the speed in which he strips down and positions himself on top of you, toned arms on either side of your face and muscular thighs spreading your legs apart. You moan into the fervent kiss he plants on your lips and you swear it feels like the sun is shining on you, but you bite your lip in anticipation as he quickly works his way down your body, pushing your shirt and bra up and sliding your pants and panties off while kissing as much of your skin as he can access. You flush when you look down and just see him staring in amazement at your most intimate part. Out of self-consciousness, you try to close your legs, but his hands gently hold your thighs in place as he continues to take in the sight. “Oi, Hinata, are you actually going to do anything or are you just going to sit and stare at her like an idiot?” Hinata scowls at Kageyama, but he immediately dives into your drenched heat and you wail at the feeling of a tongue and lips eagerly lapping every drop of your essence. You’re overwhelmed by the enthusiasm behind his actions and you begin panting as you try to keep up with the way he seems to suck and lick every inch of your lower mouth. Your back arches as he goes even deeper and his tongue swirls at a rapid pace within you. He hasn’t even touched your clit and yet you can feel the flood of juices pouring out of you in streams that Hinata’s quick to slurp up. 

Kageyama observes your face twisted in ecstasy, trying to memorize every expression you make, but not wanting to be outdone by Hinata, he leans over and sucks on one of your already hardened nipples while his hand toys with the other. You feel delirious at the feeling of multiple mouths and hands on you and you try to push the two of them away, telling them you’re about to cum and that you’d rather cum with their cocks inside you, but they just intensify their actions and you scream as you reach your peak when Hinata frantically flicks your clit with his tongue and Kageyama gives a harsh pinch to one of your nipples. Exhausted, you slump down into the sheets, but you yelp as strong hands grab your waist and you feel something hard begin to push into your still sensitive walls. “Hinata, no! It’s too soon-AH.” Your eyes roll back at the feeling of Hinata bottoming out inside of you, stretching you so well and you stare dumbly up into Kageyama’s smirking face as he leers down at you. “One orgasm isn’t going to cut it. You owe us a lot more for leading us both on for months. We’re not stopping until Hinata and I both feel like you’ve learned your lesson.”

You can’t even think about replying as broken cries leave your mouth with every thrust of Hinata’s hips. He’s pistoning in and out of you so fast, giving you no chance to adjust to his pace or size and you sob in pleasure at the mix of pain and pleasure lancing through you with every movement. You clutch at his forearms, trying to ground yourself, but it’s no use and your body continues writhing as you feel yourself reaching the top of the cliff once more. Seeing the way your body is beginning to tighten, Kageyama resumes working over your nipples and that’s all it takes for your mouth to open in a silent scream as your body spazzes and twitches as your release hits you. Hinata moans at the way you tighten around him and the way your pussy clenches around his throbbing cock and with a few more snaps of his hips, he joins you in post-orgasmic bliss. 

Your brain feels like mush and you don’t even acknowledge the feeling of Hinata slipping out of you as you lay there, toes and fingers still twitching every now and then as lingering pleasure trails through your nerves. But you almost sob as you feel your body once again being rearranged as a longer frame hovers above you. Kageyama leans down to gently kiss you. “One more. Be good and give me one more.” You clench your eyes at the feeling of a longer shaft penetrating you, reaching further than Hinata had and lust once again begins to painfully coil within you. You’re thankful for the fact that Kageyama’s movements are slower as he starts a languid pace, but moans begin to spill out of your lips as you fully experience and feel the way his length drags and slides against your quivering walls. Every movement is carefully measured and Kageyama watches you with hawk eyes as he continues his thorough assault. You take comfort in the way Hinata lies by your side and soothingly strokes your hair and murmurs how beautiful you are and it’s the mix of praise and pleasure that have you falling apart a third time and you bury yourself in Hinata’s hold as you ride out your orgasm. It feels impossibly good, but it’s laced with pain as it takes everything in your body to contract and break apart again without the chance to fully put itself together. It doesn’t take much longer for Kageyama to follow you as he groans at the view of your face contorted in pleasure and his hips speed up as he loses himself in the warmth of your cunt until he fully settles within you with a final grind of his hips as he fills the rubber encasing him. 

Your arched back collapses and you bonelessly lie there with unseeing eyes as overexertion and mind-numbing pleasure crash down upon you. Hinata continues cuddling you and affirming how good you were for them as Kageyama cleans the three of you with a wet cloth. Your throat is hoarse and you couldn’t even move your spent body if you wanted to, but as Hinata continues filling your ears with sweet words and as Kageyama protectively holds you close, there’s no place you’d rather be.        

[swiftwind3]

Lance Week Day cINCO

PUÑEMA QUE LLEGUE EL CUMPLEAÑOS YAAAA

Prompt: Blue

@herestherealproblem

jeez my brain was fried for this week smh cannot believe i couldn’t come up for stuff for the prompts…must be some pre-college fever…heh. anyway

[Un]Surprisingly, Lance is a cat guy.

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The cool of the living room faded away as a child Lance screamed.

“I hate you!”

His siblings’ darkened looks were the last thing he saw as he turned and fled in a fury.

“You asked for it, spoiled brat!” His elder brother stood from his place on the couch, only to have his sister yank down on his wrist and save him from a small, flying sandal.

“Leave me alone! ¡Maaamííí!” Lance wailed, scurrying upstairs.

“Mom’s not home!” His sister yelled from below. “Calm down—we’ll give you the TV!”

“Like hell we will—” His brother raged.

“Shut up!” She hissed. “Lance, come back down!”

But Lance was already hanging from the cement balcony rail, a stunt he often pulled when he wanted to get out of the house and avoid running down the stairs. In this case, he wanted to avoid being beat up and tied down by his siblings. The boy plummeted and landed firmly on the balls of his feet, taking off with the inertia under the grueling rays of early afternoon. He disposed of his lone sandal as he ran, dropping it who-knows-where. His selfish siblings would make him pick it up later, but for now, he would run to the bay.

As he sped down the slope near his home, the dirt beneath him quickly turned to hot sand. Lance panted heavily as he stumbled further, shoving through young palm trees and batting away at mosquitoes and other bugs. The small bay lay open before him, the blue-green water splashed undisturbed, rolling up on the sand, devoid of anyone and anything. It was deserted.

Good. Lance could deal without people asking him if he was lost or something. In a flash-over of emotion, he kicked up sand, grunting and muttering high-pitched obscenities with a breaking voice.

They wouldn’t let him do anything! They wouldn’t let him talk, they wouldn’t let him play, they wouldn’t let him watch TV with them or even have a snack! Lance was beginning to see the downsides of sleeping through breakfast.

He wiped at his eyes, not caring of the sand getting on his face. With a pout, he stomped to the foot of a tall palm and plopped down, shoulders hunched.

With barks echoing overhead and the roaring of the wind filling his ears, Lance forced his breathing to slow, whimpering as he swallowed annoying sobs and sniffles that might alert anyone nearby. He felt sweat roll down his back and patted it dry through his shirt. Slowly, but surely, the beach lulled him into a sense of relaxation. As he leaned back, he rubbed his stomach. Despite his complaining stomach, he knew his mother nor father should be too long from getting back home. He remembered Mom yesterday, saying how she’d be back quickly from running some errands in the morning, just in time to cook lunch. His dad said something about errands, too. But he’d be back most likely while they were eating lunch.

There was a rustle next to him and Lance stiffened. It was something small, too light to be a person. With childish caution, the boy flinched as the tiny muzzle of a kitten poked out from out of the bush beside him.

“Un gatito!” Lance gasped to himself.

The kitten’s head had poked out, watching Lance with wide eyes. Lance immediately focused on everything near the cat’s face, avoiding eye contact. He then began to blink at it, a hope escalating in his chest. His goal was to pet the kitten.

He blinked slowly, not looking directly into the kitten’s eyes. Direct eye contact with a cat meant aggression. Lance didn’t want to scare it, he wanted to love it. Maybe he could—

They’ll just say to put it back where it came from! They might even throw it back out if you take it inside!

With a heavy sigh, Lance shifted his legs and looked away from the kitten. What was the point of trying to get close to it if Lance wouldn’t be able to enjoy the simple act of petting it? Well, he could pet it, but then his siblings would be like, “You touched a stray cat? What the heck is wrong with you? We didn’t say you could do that!”

Something nudged against his side and Lance jolted to find the kitten kneading into his shirt. It was grey—no…blue, maybe; a pretty mix between those two colors. Its eyes were closed, an obvious sign of contentment to Lance. He giggled, slowly bringing a hand to the kitten’s head. No stopping him now.

At that, the kitten flinched away slightly, as did Lance. The boy brought his hand further to the animal, hopefully transmitting his means well enough. Slowly, the kitten sniffed around his hand, and with a with a loud mewl, it nuzzled his palm.

A sense of pure completion rushed through Lance and he grinned wide, letting out a small, “Yes!”

Not even a few minutes later, the cat was on him, purring so loudly Lance kept glancing around to see if anyone was approaching them. He absentmindedly continued to scratch the cat, glancing around as he reached behind its ears and under its chin. The boy could keep petting the furry creature for years if he wanted to. The grey-blue kitten continued to sprawl on his lap, nosing Lance’s hand in the direction it wanted him to go.

A voice suddenly wafted into Lance’s ears and he froze. He didn’t mind the slightest when the kitten nipped him for stopping, but he was sure he had heard his mother calling for him.

“Lance!” The call came again, not too close to him, but close enough to be heard over the salty wind. “¡Ya hablé con tus hermanos! ¡Sube a comer!”

Eat…

Glossing over his mother’s knowing voice, the boy’s mouth watered, and a mild twinge in his stomach saddened him. Carefully, he wrapped his small hands around the cat’s front legs and placed it on the sand.

“Sorry, kitty, I gotta go…”

The kitten mewled loudly again as Lance stood. He wasn’t good at goodbyes of any kind. Wait, maybe he could sneak some food—

The blue-grey kitten rubbed against his legs, its tiny tail bent at the tip. Lance cooed to himself, pushing away the notion of just stuffing the kitten into his shirt and sneaking into the house. His mother would probably have his head, too. He doesn’t remember her being a big fan of cats.

Well, the idea from earlier was still an option. The boy stepped away as soon as the kitten moved towards the outer part of his legs, a spot where he wouldn’t trip over it. With slow blink, Lance began to walk away, hissing to himself at the kitten meowed behind him.

Don’t follow me, don’t follow me, don’t follow me! I’ll bring you some scraps! Promise!

Lance glanced over his shoulder to find the kitten simply sitting where he was just a few moments ago. The young cat blinked at him, and Lance couldn’t help but believe that it was crying.

Don’t worry. I’ll come back…

—

“Hey, Beautiful.” Lance greeted his giant Blue Lion.

The mechanical beast purred loudly into the conscience of her pilot, welcoming him and quickly reciprocating his joy at the simple greeting. The Blue Paladin settled comfortably into his seat, enjoying its feel.

“Allura told me to have some more bonding sessions with you, and who am I to ignore two pretty ladies? Anyways, time to play Twenty Questions! There’s gotta be a better name for this… How about ‘Let the bonding begin’? No—no…sounds too…eh. Well, anyway. So, did you know I love kittens? I’ve always loved kittens, ever since I was a little kid, really…”