#—Err0r

[vin-at-thehub]

Ok so just checked. (Searched up on the blog-specific search bar. Stuff. Thing.)

And like. At first I just put in "moon moon" and there was no result so I checked recent emojis Incase it was emojis (which would be like. Maybe odd but also. I didn't really know what else to do.)

And I DID find moon emojis!!!!

Those: 🌛🌜

I searched the up and apparently there's an anonymous that uses them as a sign off???? Idk.

I didn't check it out much cause like- yeah.!

But uhh from what I saw it mentioned some guy named Boris? No idea who that is tho since I'm pretty sure I don't know any Boris named people irl. so uhhhh... Yeah.

Anyway!!! Yeah!!!

Wait Incase I ask you more things should I get a signoff.? Just in case.???

I. Uhhhhhh

Idk actually.

Oh wait sorry this is probably getting kinda long— sorry!!!!!

Mhm. The slasher an0n. They use th0se. They like slashers and have a slasher 0c named B0ris. I w0uld recc0mend seeing if they’re taking style matches m00n m00ns. N0 pressure th0ugh. And sure Y0u can. Any em0ji works.

[a-ikus]

eijiro kirishima who secretly loves it when you come n cry to him, loves when you depend on him like that, when you let him lay you down and pamper you, tucking you under covers while he gets you water and makes you dinner, who brushes his fingers over your skin until your sleeping soundly, who fists his cock in the bed next to you silently thinking about how you looked up at him with those fat tears in your eyes pleading with him to make you feel better, how your bottom lip trembled when you said his name

eijiro kirishima who’s ever the gentleman again the next day, waking you up with breakfast ready and asking you if you’re okay in the gentlest tone

[malsmind]

ok would hacker matt ever grow the beard?

oh yes he would.

⤷ eating pussy. slight edging. dirty talk. pet names. unprotected sex. creampie. matt’s sexy ass beard.

it was…unusual. especially for matt. you were away with your family on holiday during a college break, so you haven’t seen matt for at least a few weeks. he definitely has seen you. of course he has. with knowing that he was watching, you even set your phone up for him, all nice, and angling just perfect so he can watch, so he knows that you know.

but when you came back, when matt was already waiting for you on the parking lot infront of your dorm complex, and he looked…very different. not bad different, but…different. he stood up straight from being leaned against his car, walking towards you with a smile.

“hey.” he greeted softly, going to pull you into a hug, but you stopped him.

your hand was up infront of his chest, keeping him from stepping closer as your eyes roamed over his face—his facial hair—with a slight frown on your face.

“what’s all this?” you asked, finger swirling in the air, pointing the the outgrown beard that sat there.

“what?” matt asked, returning the same frown you were sending his way, his fingers ruffling trough the fine hairs on his face.

it wasn’t anything unusual, not normally, but for matt, it was. he’s always kept his beard trimmed, maybe letting it grow out to a certain point, but never this much. you took a step closer, closing the distance between you two to give him a kiss. after all, you hadn’t seen your boyfriend in weeks. he kissed you back. still confused, but never turning down the feeling of your soft lips on his. when you pulled back to look at him again, your face kept the same expression.

“feels weird with that full thing on your face. scratching the fuck outta me.” you mumbled, bending down to grab your bags and starting to walk your way to the entrance of your dorm building.

matt stopped you, taking the heavier bag right out of your hands before following you towards the door. “you don’t like it?”

you didn’t answer his question until your keys turned, unlocking the door. “it’s not bad.” you shrugged, continuing to make your way to the dorm room you’d surprisingly missed a lot while being on holiday.

when you finally put your handbag down, kicking your shoes off and throwing your jacket over the chair, your body flopped down on the bed. you sighed, relaxing into the mattress as you watched matt put the big duffle bag loaded with your clothes down on the floor next to your bed. he sat down beside you on the bed, taking his shoes off before laying down with you. the both of you laid there in a comfortable silence for a moment, your body stretching to relieve some tension in your muscles from the long car ride. when you turned to lay on your side, matt was already looking at you, his usual empty expression making your heart skip a beat.

when he used to look at you like that before you had admitted your feelings to each other, it would make you feel disappointed sometimes. because, even though he kept entertaining the game you played, making his own rules and starting to fire back, you were almost one hundred percent certain that he had no interest in you. but now—now it had a different meaning. there was something behind that cold gaze, something that made your breath catch in your throat. you knew he loved you. and that’s what mattered now.

“i missed you.” you whispered, fingers grazing his hand.

he didn’t say it back, didn’t have to. you knew he’d missed you too. the screenshots you couldn’t resist taking when he texted you how he wished you were here with him were more than enough. he moved his hand when your fingertips brushed over it, placing it on top of yours, interlocking your fingers with his own.

“do you want me to shave the beard?”

the question caught you off guard. he sounded almost…insecure? maybe. maybe you just caught it the wrong way. either way, you shook your head no. it did look incredibly attractive on him.

you couldn’t help the way your mind played with the little thoughts of just how beneficial this beard could be. without another word, you closed the space between you two, pressing your lips to his in a slow, testing kiss. the feeling of his beard scratching your cheeks and chin was new, but not unpleasant. for whatever reason, it seemed to make it more intense.

his lips moved with yours in that quiet, steady way you hadn’t realized you missed so much until now. there was no rush—just the slow, building heat that came with being apart too long. your fingers crept up to his jaw, grazing the scratchy texture of his beard again, and this time, you didn’t hide the shiver it sent down your spine. matt felt it. you knew he did.

he pulled back slightly, eyes narrowing just a little, reading you like he always did when things started getting heavy. “you like it,” he said lowly, not a question—an observation, one laced with quiet amusement.

you didn’t answer right away. just looked at him, pupils already blown wider, your breathing picking up. then you nodded, slowly. “it feels… different. good.”

that was all he needed.

he shifted his body lower without a word, pressing a lingering kiss to your stomach before tugging down your pants and underwear in one fluid motion. he didn’t say anything, but you caught the twitch at the corner of his mouth when he noticed just how wet you already were. his beard brushed your inner thigh as he kissed it, soft at first, then rougher as he moved closer to where you needed him most. the first swipe of his tongue made your back arch off the bed—but it was the burn of the coarse hair dragging across your sensitive skin that made you moan, your fingers tightening around the sheets.

“fuck, matt…” you breathed out, your legs twitching slightly from how overstimulating it already was.

he didn’t respond, didn’t stop—he doubled down, eating you out with a purpose, tongue firm and steady, beard rubbing mercilessly with every movement of his mouth. the friction was overwhelming in the best way. maddening. he was soaking it in—your reaction, the way your hips pushed into his face, your fists tightening in the sheets.

you were close. embarrassingly close. your thighs were trembling, and your stomach clenched tight as the orgasm built fast, all-consuming.

“don’t stop,” you begged, voice breaking around the edges. “don’t—”

but he did.

he pulled back suddenly, lips glistening, chest heaving slightly, and that cold look was back—but now it was charged, feral, barely restrained. your eyes met his, lips parted, heart racing, and you were about to curse him out until he pushed up, pulling his hoodie off and leaning over you in one smooth motion.

“turn over,” he said, his voice rough, already undoing his jeans.

you didn’t argue. didn’t need to. you shifted onto your stomach, bracing your arms against the mattress. he climbed over you, fitting himself behind you like it was second nature—because it was now. it always had been. he lined himself up, slid in slow but deep, and groaned against your neck the moment he bottomed out. his beard scratched at your skin again, but this time at a different angle—along the base of your neck, your shoulder, your jaw as he moved. he kept his face there the entire time, buried against your skin, breathing hard, whispering things you couldn’t fully make out through the haze of sensation. his thrusts were slow at first—dragging, drawn out—like he wanted to make you feel every inch of him, every inch of what you’d both missed while you were gone.

“missed you,” he mumbled against your skin, lips brushing the spot just beneath your ear.

you clenched around him hard at the sound of it, overwhelmed with the heat, the intensity, the intimacy of it all. his beard scratched you again as he pressed kisses along your jaw. you weren’t even fully thinking when you said it, the words spilling out between soft gasps and sharp breaths. you just couldn’t help yourself.

“so you missed me, huh?” you mumbled into the pillow, voice laced with a kind of teasing that only came when you felt like you had the upper hand. “actually said it out loud this time.”

for half a second, you swore matt stilled. just barely. his breath hot against your skin. you could almost hear the shift in his head—how your tone flipped something inside him. how that tiny bit of cockiness in your voice was exactly the wrong move if you wanted to keep things gentle.

because then he moved.

deeper. harder. without warning.

your mouth fell open in a choked moan, your whole body jolting forward from the force of it. “matt—” you gasped, trying to catch your breath, but he didn’t let up.

“say it again,” he said low against your ear, voice suddenly sharp and dangerous in that way that always made your stomach flip. his pace didn’t slow, not even a little. if anything, it got rougher, more deliberate. punishing.

you tried to hold on—your pride, your breath, your voice—but all of it crumbled when he fucked you into the mattress like that. relentless. every drag of his hips bruising, every thrust pulling a wrecked sound from your throat.

“thought so,” he scoffed, beard scratching your neck as he kissed your shoulder again—messy and hot, lips dragging open across sweat-slick skin. “all that attitude… n’ you can’t even fuckin’ answer.”

your fingers clawed at the sheets, legs trembling from how fast everything unraveled. any thoughts of control, of teasing him, of being smug? gone. completely gone.

he had you—right where he always wanted you. and you didn’t even want to fight it anymore. you didn’t even realize you’d started shaking until matt slowed down, until the rhythm turned from harsh and rough into something deliberate, coaxing. his hand found yours, fingers threading tight like he was anchoring you—like he needed you just as much.

“y’wanna come f’me, baby?” he whispered against your skin, his other hand reaching around to toy with your clit.

your body jerked back into his when his fingertips started rubbing tight, slow circles on the sensitive nub. “please..”

your little whimper made him double his efforts. but not in a rough way. he held you trough it, talked you trough it. his lips placing soft, comforting kisses along your shoulder as your orgasm washed over you, legs fighting not to give out. matt was quick to follow, burying his face in your neck. his groan—desperate from how long it’s been since he had you like this—send a shiver up your spine.

your breath hitched against the pillow as he filled you up. the room felt too quiet now, save for the sound of your breathing, the quiet thump of your heartbeat in your ears. he didn’t speak, didn’t pull away either. just stayed like that—his body pressed to yours, face buried in the back your neck, beard still scratching faintly against your skin with every breath he took. you thought maybe that was it. the quiet end to something chaotic. but then he mumbled, so softly you almost missed it.

“i don’t just miss you when you’re gone.”

you blinked, his words sinking in like a slow burn through your chest. you turned your head slightly, catching the profile of his face against your skin—soft, honest in a way you didn’t expect. he pulled out gently, arms still around you as he rolled to his side, keeping you close like he wasn’t ready to let go. you didn’t push him away. didn’t say anything right away either.

just lay there, still flushed and wrecked, your fingers brushing lightly across the curve of his shoulder.

“i know,” you whispered after a moment. “you don’t really hide it well anymore.”

matt huffed something between a scoff and a laugh, but it was tired. content. the kind of sound that only happened when his walls finally slipped. and they had—at least a little.

you curled in closer, letting your body melt into his, eyes drifting closed against the thrum of his heartbeat. you could think about the chaos later. the hacking, the watching, the lines you both blurred to get here. but for now—this moment?

you were his.

and he was yours.

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

[calware]

happy radar moment

thank you :]!!

[box-of-treats]

I suddenly got reminded of a FREAKY hc that Error is into consensual voyeurism

[seabright2055]

AV!Err0r! AV!Err0r is semi similar to the original Err0r, though, he's much calmer, and more calculated. Err0r has long batwings, sharp talons, and a prehensile tail. Err0r still loves to crochet, but also knows how to sew, and often repairs his coat with his strings.

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[guerramecanica123]

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[vin-at-thehub]

I.

She said her name + signoff (because apparently she IS that slasher anon. Guy. Or well girl ig.)

Is like. Inspired from a werewolf post??

Idk what she's talking about. I touch too much grass for this.

But apparently there was one of those first letter of name last letter of last name or whatever gives werewolf name

And someone got. Moon moon?? And she just kinda.? Took it.????

-Torin

Ah, that’s interesting. I think that’s c00l als0 tumblr w0nt let me reply to y0ur 0ther ask but im glad that was all cleared up.

[a-ikus]

w/c: 1.1k warning/s: repost apologies, at home piercing (very unsafe do not ever pierce ur own tongue for the love of god)

"hold still."

"schorry."

"that means don't speak, idiot."

you roll your eyes in response, pointedly staring at your best friend after you do. his own tongue bar clacking against his teeth when he bites his tongue, concentrating on yours, stuck out over your lips for him to inspect. dyed black hair was all you could see as he dipped, twisted, turned and tilted his head, latex all you could taste as he lifted your tongue with a gloved hand, adjusting the muscle as necessary.

"stick it out as far as you can." you follow touya's instructions, adjusting yourself in the bathroom sink, touya subconsciously stepping further between them when your thighs slip apart, his eyes still focused on your mouth as he stares, his eyebrows drawing further down his face.

you lick your lips as soon as he turns away, attempting to ease the discomfort of your dried lips and pooling saliva from holding your tongue out for so long. touya flashes you a playfully disapproving glance, reaching for the pile of tools sat beside you on the porcelain sink.

"think you can do it?" you study your face like he'd studied your tongue, mapping every freckle, mole, vein, scar and piercing marring the face of the little boy you'd met, you love him like this, you think. so perfectly touya. just as much your touya as he'd been as a hot-headed tween, dragging you by your hand into his room to show off action figures, just as much your touya as he was at sixteen, after his first piercing (well, technically first two, he'd gotten both nostrils at once), when he'd snuck into your room after his mother had seen the gems flash the moment he walked through the door, promising he'd go back home if you watched a new horror movie with him.

"'course i can, gorgeous," you begin to fidget, growing more and more nervous the more he toyed with the tools, gathering what he needed; preparing iodine, lubricant, the needle, the taper and of course the titanium bar. picking up a tissue and something else you can't see, he turns to face you again, inching closer once more, his hips nearly bumping your own on the sink, "that's the point of being a bad influence, isn't it?"

grinning, he pokes his tongue out, metal flashing under low lights, making you hyper aware once more of what you're tucked in your bathroom to do, "alright, out all the way again."

"is that the needle?" you think your voice shakes, staring at the tool he grasped in his left hand with wide eyes, a quiet, wobbly tone like a scared child.

"marker, baby doll, gotta make sure i pierce your pretty tongue nice and straight." touya's smile is crooked, a tiny flash of pearly teeth behind pierced, pink lips.

"oh, okay." still with a wobble in your speech when you begin to fiddle with your fingers, trying to focus instead on the multitude of misshapen chips in your nail polish, trying to decide what colour you might paint them next, wondering if touya will match you with a navy blue, or if the matching tongue bars will be enough.

"i can get you a towel to squeeze? if you're scared?" his voice is low, hushed as he pats your tongue dry, glancing up to your doe eyes as you shake your head, attempting to say you were okay with your tongue out. touya had countless piercings, certain there's more than you can see right now, countless times he'd gone through this process; sanitising, marking, piercing, and not once can you imagine him squeezing something soft in his hands for comfort, digging blunt, painted nails into a plush, imagining a curious face instead, sharp eyes following the needle as you avoided it, maybe crunching his eyes closed in a wince at the very last moment, when the sharp, unforgiving needle tip forced its way through squishy flesh.

"you sure?" he taps the pen on your thoroughly dried tongue, a tiny purple dot staining the centre of your tongue, the fine marker tip making you jump, overly sensitive with adrenaline pulsing through your body, waiting to nod until after he placed the pen aside.

"if you say so, baby doll." you feel the smooth latex of the glove on your tongue again, adjusting his hold on the tip of your tongue to hold the twitching muscle still, looking up to your eyes once more, noticing how you squeezed them shut the moment his muscles twitched to reach beside you for the sterile needle.

"ready?"

"uhuh."

"breathe in." your hands twitch in your lap as you suck in a deep breath, holding it in your chest even as he chastises you for it, muttering a quiet, gentle, "you have to breathe out, too, idiot."

your hands fly to his hips the second the needle touches your tongue, not even quite piercing it yet, gripping him like your life depended on it, a soft whimper echoing from the back of your throat as the needle came out through the underside, your exhale shaky as you clutch touya's hips tighter, your body tense as he whispers soft encouragements for you to keep breathing, "go nice and slow, gorgeous, like that."

you listen as best you can, focusing on the sensation of the denim underneath your fingertips, how it feels to drag your nails over the material, how your lungs inflate and deflate, how touya's voice sounds in the shell of your ear as he comforts you, praising your stillness as he places the bar at the end of the taper.

"i'm gonna put the bar in now, baby, you ready?" you don't nod, not risking moving, instead shifting your fingers to slide under the hem of his shirt, gently tapping thrice on his hot skin, y-e-s, before tucking your fingers securely into his hemline, holding him as tightly as you could when he instructs you to breathe again, "in, 1-2-3, out. did so perfect, baby."

touya doesn't move, doesn't step out of your gravity, out of your hold on him, back three steps into safety from whatever was blooming between you the longer you held him between your thighs with saliva gathering on your swollen tongue, a minuscule amount of tears gathering in your waterline with your wobbly exhale. you make no move either, keeping your hands tucked into the hem of his faded jeans, your tongue out and your eyes closed, cracking one open only when he rests his hands on your thighs, "you will not live it down if you drool on me."

closing your mouth, you giggle before wincing, resting your head on his chest as you whined out at him, "ow, touya, don't make me laugh."

[malsmind]

𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴

this was bad. this wasn't something that ever happened to you. but the fact that it did happen, dreaming about someone who you haven't even had sex with like that, was horrible to you.

you felt bad, ashamed almost. but most of all, you felt so fucking desperate. desperate for someone who you were convinced would never touch you like he just did in your dream.

“yeahhh, that's a good girl. cmon you can do it.” matt whispered in your ear, his fingers moving fast, his lips on your neck, almost too much for you to handle as he talked you trough it the entire time. praising you, making you feel pathetic with his little whispers “such a needy girl, so desperate for my fingers, hm?” you moan, your grip on his wrist tightening as his fingers plunged in and out of you faster. “didn't give you a single thing, barely even touched you and now you're so close already. so pathetic.” a low chuckle left his lips, stopping his movements right as he felt your walls tighten, and heard your moans turn into gasps. “you know i can't give you more, angel.”

you continued where matt had left you. on the edge, wanting more, craving more.

you knew it was just a dream, a dirty little fantasy you felt ashamed for having. but it felt so real, and it was all you needed. your mind replayed the dream over and over, your fingers desperately working inside of you to get the orgasm you were denied in your dream.

“matt—” you whimpered, eyes squeezing shut, imagining it was his fingers inside of you. his hand squeezing your tits.

the way his lips felt on yours, his hands gripping your waist. you felt so embarrased, not just because of the way you lost control and kissed him in his car when he drove you home, but for the way you were touching yourself to the thought of him, to the man who never gave you more but cold, one word answers and leaving you looking like a fool for begging for his attention.

your teeth sunk into your pillow, muffling your moans as your orgasm crashed down on you. matt's name leaving your lips in small whimpers, wishing it was his fingers that made you cum.

and of course, matt was watching. he always was.

you just never knew.

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws <3

[vin-at-thehub]

SHE KEEPS MOCKING ME OMG.

M00n m00n please d0nt d0 that 0r s0mething…Vin is better at enc0uragement..

[vin-at-thehub]

Thanks:)

Honestly I mainly started thinking something was up when some girl made fun of me for not knowing a video game slasher's lore while watching a playthrough of the sequel.

Which like. Ok moon moon don't know where YOU came from but. Let me watch the video. Please.?

Yeah I. I've also noticed someone that just refers to themselves as 'the wife'?? And their gremlin child.

Idk how I hadn't noticed these guys before actually. They're not exactly quiet. Except for the wife.

Pffftt. Yeah that’s s0 real. Vin will f0rget we exist then get jumpscared when I g0 grab ch0c0late. If Vin was here she���d say it’s a g00d idea to l0g d0wn th0se alters—n0t when they fr0nt but m0re wh0 they are, preferred names, pr0n0uns, anything Y0u kn0w ab0ut them 0r h0w Y0u can tell they’re there.

[vin-at-thehub]

Hi.

Wanted to inform you that my mind referred to Err0r as "hor hor" like the Freddy Fazbear's horhorhorhorhorhorhorhorhor for a few seconds.

Just. Wanted to share that.

…I’m putting Y0u 0n 0ur banned wall. /j

[vin-at-thehub]

.

When I think about it I think moon moon mentioned you before. Or well. More of insisted to check you guys' blog to see if Vin had answered her asks yet.

Will quickly check out your blog more.

Ah, I mean vin tries t0 answer them when we can. I’ll let her kn0w ab0ut this. And that’s c00l if m00n m00n likes 0ur bl0g.

Sh0uld I wake Vin up-? I d0nt think she’d mind, and she’d be happy to help with any questi0ns Y0u might have. I am t00, she’s just better at it.

[a-ikus]

i came, i saw, i conquered. or should i say i saw, i conquered, i came.

thank you so much @blu3-b3rry-88 for this wahhhh im so in love!!