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*mic tap* is this thing on?

hey guys! im finally back after such a long break. so much has happened but from the looks of my next coming weeks ill be having much more free time!

that being said, id like to replenish my askbox with your requests! in tags youll see all the animes i write for ♥️ but remember to take a peek at my rules before sending in your request!

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Yo!~ I couldn't find your rules so I hope this is ok ;×; can you write some Kurapika NSFW hcs? Like what does the chain boi does to you or how does it starts maybe? ✨

here u go <3

kurapika nsfw headcanons!

as expected, kurapika is incredibly reserved in the bedroom. in his eyes, sex is something almost holy- and should be treated as such. he isn't keen on one night stands or friends with benefits. he wants the real deal and all the emotions that come with it. if he's not entirely comfortable and trusting of his partner, forget about it.

that being said, the first time you have sexual relations together, kurapika is very awkward. he doesn't know where to put his hands, he doesn't know what feels good for you, or really even himself. in regards to any kinks or bedroom fantasies, he's super vanilla. honestly he'd never really given his sexual interests much attention- what with his revenge quest and all taking up most, if not all, of his time.

but it's weird because after he gets close with you, and sex becomes apart of the equation, he's strangely always in the mood to some degree. he doesn't act on it, never brings it up, but it's always just... there. he thinks about it at night, in the shower, eating breakfast... and even after you've had sex, he's still hesitant to initiate and much rather prefers when you come onto him.

this dude likes the lights off- but with a twist. it can't be entirely dark. he wants some sort of ambiance lighting, like a dimly lit lamp or if the moon is coming in through the windows. although he isn't much of a morning sex kind of guy, he can't help but find himself allured when the sun peeks through the shades onto your skin.

although he's naturally very mild, and vanilla, sometimes kurapika will unintentionally get a little intense. he's incredibly touchy, and has a tendency to pull at your arms, or hold your hands down ever so gently, and kisses the insides of your wrist and thighs. he's also super into eye contact so while he's touching you up, while he's fucking you, he wants your eye contact. he cannot get enough of it, especially when you're cumming.

he's a missionary guy at heart, but also finds some excitement in the 'lotus' and 'bamboo' positions. huge fan of being ridden, too. any position that he can clearly see your face.

kurapika isn't vanilla because he dislikes anything rougher around the edges. he just has no idea how to go about it. he doesn't know whats too far, too hard, or what's scary for you. even if you discuss with him, he's still offput. he considers spanking the epitome of naughty.

now, if you're topping, thats another scenario. sometimes he even prefers it- that way you can do whatever you like while he can watch and learn. but keep in mind that even if you're topping, he's still got some of the control behind the scenes. he's still all hands on your hips, guiding you, watching you. every movement is etched into his brain.

thanks for reading! wanna leave a tip? heres my kofi!

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Is this tumblr dead/on hiatus?

hiatus sadly, anon </3

ive recently enrolled in school six days a week and also job searching in the evenings :(

i miss this blog with my entire soul and am hoping to find some time to sit my ass down and write

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prologue.

↦ shigaraki/reader.     ↪  cw. mentions of abuse

In the very beginning, within the hours that sun met moon to splay gold and ruby over the horizon, he was always there.

Strangely, he was everything that you were, Bruised elbows, shifting eyes, jittery nerves held only complacent by arms wrapped around heaving chests for safety. Fear, uncertainty. A longing for something more- maybe acceptance. 

Loneliness. 

He was you in the way that your eyes never met. In the way that you were tone deaf to the names and the worries and the multitudes of times your back hit the concrete with every harsh shove. Looking at him with blurry eyes, taking in the frame of that small body from your own pedestal of rubble. You understood with just a glance. 

Surely he’d hit ground just as many times as you had.

But then, you didn’t have to wonder. You’d seen it with your very own eyes, after all. Stood as a bystander and witness to the times body hit rock, to the times air left lungs. To the times eyes upturned to a hero, and to the times they nosedived when a hero was never there to look back.

And yet, his hands were never callouses. Not like yours were. 

His cracked lips never upturned into even the hint of the smallest smile. Always, always, his features were riddled in fright or anguish (you could never be certain which). He mirrored you, you’d realized. 

Pity. 

So much pain for such a small body. 

You’d seen him many times. It was hard not to, after all. Tufts of blue hair that stood out amongst all the variant locks of the local children. Pale skin, balled fists no matter the scenario lest he touch something, anything, surrounding him. You were young, naïve. You’d wondered why he refused to ever play ball with you. All alone you’d try your luck and toss it in his direction, just to watch it roll to his feet. Without fail, like a disturbed ghost, he’d rise from the dirt and turn his back on you. 

Everyday you were met with a cold shoulder and a wall too high to climb, too thick to push through. But, in your resilience, you tried regardless. After all, if he truly wanted to nothing to do with you, he wouldn’t linger as much as he did. Surely he had his own home to return to, and yet, still, here he was, sitting on the curb watching you build worlds in the confines of your own mind outside your ramshackle little house. 

Days passed you by in this fashion. Pushing your luck, coming closer, curiously, never cautiously. There was a draw pulling you into him- you couldn’t be sure why. Every rejection played on you like a challenge. Maybe it was was because you were lonely, or surely, he was. Maybe it was because in this world, having been shoved into the ground and buried in the very same dirt you’d made a home of, you believed perhaps he was a fit gravemate.

Or, maybe, it was something simpler. It riddled you as to why he wouldn’t offer himself a momentary escape from the isolation. 

One day, at the off chance he might return it, you threw to him just as always. You expected it to bounce off and away, for him to stand from  He finally caught it, arms rising to stop its motion between his fingers and palms. 

Only then did you understand. 

A pile of soot and ash laid at his feet, hands holding empty air where the ball had been. The boy looked at you expectantly, but you read the sorrow behind all the irritation. He left a few moments later with his head hung lower than you’d ever seen. 

So, the next day you brought him another.

It was that same day, nearly the same hour, he had witnessed something of himself within you. A reverse mirror- he wanted to touch the glass as your father hit you for the first time. Within broad daylight did his hand meet your cheek, send you to the dirt and stone with a dying outcry. The ball bounced away and rolled to static. Like a monster, your father stood over your quaking form as he would a predator to prey. A villain. He filled himself with disdain and pride, so much that it spilled from his lips in words falling still, on tone deaf ears. 

Shigaraki felt his heart leap to his throat but he stayed in his place. He watched the ball roll to its stop and he felt it-

Empathy. 

In the towering of your fathers form, the endless sea of words, you sank and threatened to drown in the way they choked you and yet… 

You never once looked up. Just waited, waited until the worst of it was over. There was anger, and then there was silence. A door opening, closing, locking shut. Not a single sound uttered as you dared to peek up, waiting for safety. 

Yes, he saw himself in you. He saw the loneliness, the fear. The rejection. When your eyes met his, there was something there. Equals, understanding. Even in your pain, scuffed elbows and a bruising cheek, all you could focus on was that you could finally see his eyes. 

Beautiful. Hauntingly empty, but still clinging to some sort of hope. 

Just like yours. 

As if the war was over, you picked yourself up from the concrete just as a single red ball rolled into your vision. He stood out from the shadows- he welcomed you, or perhaps, just tested the waters. You kicked it back to him on and expected the bounce off his bare heels just as it had always been. 

But, the ball came bounding back. Hope. 

You bounced it down the line straight to him and he caught it with the side of his foot, swung back and toed it right at you. A wide, wide grin played at your bruising lips, and he, nervously, returned the gesture with just as many cracks and tears. 

The sun began to fall, those brazen golds melting into cool blues.

And, just like that, bloody lipped with tight fists, two children played ball in the center of a desolate road for the first time.

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prologue.

↦ shigaraki/reader.     ↪  cw. mentions of abuse

In the very beginning, within the hours that sun met moon to splay gold and ruby over the horizon, he was always there.

Strangely, he was everything that you were, Bruised elbows, shifting eyes, jittery nerves held only complacent by arms wrapped around heaving chests for safety. Fear, uncertainty. A longing for something more- maybe acceptance. 

Loneliness. 

He was you in the way that your eyes never met. In the way that you were tone deaf to the names and the worries and the multitudes of times your back hit the concrete with every harsh shove. Looking at him with blurry eyes, taking in the frame of that small body from your own pedestal of rubble. You understood with just a glance. 

Surely he’d hit ground just as many times as you had.

But then, you didn’t have to wonder. You’d seen it with your very own eyes, after all. Stood as a bystander and witness to the times body hit rock, to the times air left lungs. To the times eyes upturned to a hero, and to the times they nosedived when a hero was never there to look back.

And yet, his hands were never callouses. Not like yours were. 

His cracked lips never upturned into even the hint of the smallest smile. Always, always, his features were riddled in fright or anguish (you could never be certain which). He mirrored you, you’d realized. 

Pity. 

So much pain for such a small body. 

You’d seen him many times. It was hard not to, after all. Tufts of blue hair that stood out amongst all the variant locks of the local children. Pale skin, balled fists no matter the scenario lest he touch something, anything, surrounding him. You were young, naïve. You’d wondered why he refused to ever play ball with you. All alone you’d try your luck and toss it in his direction, just to watch it roll to his feet. Without fail, like a disturbed ghost, he’d rise from the dirt and turn his back on you. 

Everyday you were met with a cold shoulder and a wall too high to climb, too thick to push through. But, in your resilience, you tried regardless. After all, if he truly wanted to nothing to do with you, he wouldn’t linger as much as he did. Surely he had his own home to return to, and yet, still, here he was, sitting on the curb watching you build worlds in the confines of your own mind outside your ramshackle little house. 

Days passed you by in this fashion. Pushing your luck, coming closer, curiously, never cautiously. There was a draw pulling you into him- you couldn’t be sure why. Every rejection played on you like a challenge. Maybe it was was because you were lonely, or surely, he was. Maybe it was because in this world, having been shoved into the ground and buried in the very same dirt you’d made a home of, you believed perhaps he was a fit gravemate.

Or, maybe, it was something simpler. It riddled you as to why he wouldn’t offer himself a momentary escape from the isolation. 

One day, at the off chance he might return it, you threw to him just as always. You expected it to bounce off and away, for him to stand from  He finally caught it, arms rising to stop its motion between his fingers and palms. 

Only then did you understand. 

A pile of soot and ash laid at his feet, hands holding empty air where the ball had been. The boy looked at you expectantly, but you read the sorrow behind all the irritation. He left a few moments later with his head hung lower than you’d ever seen. 

So, the next day you brought him another.

It was that same day, nearly the same hour, he had witnessed something of himself within you. A reverse mirror- he wanted to touch the glass as your father hit you for the first time. Within broad daylight did his hand meet your cheek, send you to the dirt and stone with a dying outcry. The ball bounced away and rolled to static. Like a monster, your father stood over your quaking form as he would a predator to prey. A villain. He filled himself with disdain and pride, so much that it spilled from his lips in words falling still, on tone deaf ears. 

Shigaraki felt his heart leap to his throat but he stayed in his place. He watched the ball roll to its stop and he felt it-

Empathy. 

In the towering of your fathers form, the endless sea of words, you sank and threatened to drown in the way they choked you and yet... 

You never once looked up. Just waited, waited until the worst of it was over. There was anger, and then there was silence. A door opening, closing, locking shut. Not a single sound uttered as you dared to peek up, waiting for safety. 

Yes, he saw himself in you. He saw the loneliness, the fear. The rejection. When your eyes met his, there was something there. Equals, understanding. Even in your pain, scuffed elbows and a bruising cheek, all you could focus on was that you could finally see his eyes. 

Beautiful. Hauntingly empty, but still clinging to some sort of hope. 

Just like yours. 

As if the war was over, you picked yourself up from the concrete just as a single red ball rolled into your vision. He stood out from the shadows- he welcomed you, or perhaps, just tested the waters. You kicked it back to him on and expected the bounce off his bare heels just as it had always been. 

But, the ball came bounding back. Hope. 

You bounced it down the line straight to him and he caught it with the side of his foot, swung back and toed it right at you. A wide, wide grin played at your bruising lips, and he, nervously, returned the gesture with just as many cracks and tears. 

The sun began to fall, those brazen golds melting into cool blues.

And, just like that, bloody lipped with tight fists, two children played ball in the center of a desolate road for the first time.

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sorry ive been gone maybe youll be happy to hear i have an almost 10 chapter shigraki fic in the makings where youre his old childhood best friend finding him again! hope to post it soon

thanks to anyone whose reading this, your sticking around means... so much

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opening requests to demon slayer!

as always check the rules before you reply! theres also a newly running f.a.q :3! 

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Hi there!! Just wanted to say I'm a new follower and I love your work so much! Keep vibing and I hope you're having a great day/night! I was hoping I could request either a headcanon or a short little fic. about Toshinori w/ fem!reader that sings him to sleep or to help him sleep? Please and Thank You!!

this was waaay more emotionally charged than i planned but im going with it cuz i lowkey like how it turned out :3 sorry if it kills your vibe 

tranquility

As the city came to a soft stop, and the streets became the ghosts of their former selves, empty and beckoning, Toshinori sauntered into the dimly lit bedroom and shut the door ever so softly behind him.Though not a scowl, his lips were down turned, quite the display from the hero who never could seem to stop himself from grinning ear to ear. If you had not known him, you would have remarked on the reflection. You would have wondered if perhaps, he was not as strong as he may seem. 

But, lucky you, you did know him. 

Just as you knew much like the city, even the symbol of peace must come to a pause now and then. This, you supposed, was the ‘then’.

He assumed you had been asleep long before him. Pulling back the covers, he felt like a mouse creeping in silence as he slipped beside you. Even if you had been asleep, his warmth, his arm coming to wrap around your waist and tug you against his side, would have woken you. 

You were glad he’d made it to bed this early. There was a storm approaching, not something so spectacularly terrifying but jarring none the less. You were never the biggest fan of thunder, whereas, Toshinori somehow found some peace in the sound.

“Goodnight, Yagi.” You said into the darkness. He stiffed noticeably.

“Ah,” He sighed. “I woke you.”

Harmless, endeared, you laughed at him and rolled over to face him. The window barely illumined the outline of his figure but it was more than enough for you find the side of his angular face, stroke his cheek with your thumb. Or, perhaps, it was memory that guided you there. He loosened with the motion, let out an exhaustive breath, and shut his eyes.

“I was already awake.” You murmured.

“Couldn’t sleep?” 

“No,” Kissing his forehead, you smiled against his skin. “Waiting for you.”

“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.” His voice sounded so utterly defeated. It almost pained you, how different he was when the cameras were tucked away, villains residing in the shadows, subdued for yet another day. 

There’d been countless nights like this before. Really, once he had become comfortable enough to let his guard down, it was a frequent occurrence. You knew in your heart that Toshinori overall was a happy, happy man. He was a giving man, one of integrity, honor, selflessness. However, at the end of the day, he wasn’t immortal. He wasn’t made of steel, or void of troubles. That same concrete resolve made his nights harsher than those tucked safely under his wing. After all, who was the nations top hero, the most depended on by everyone around him, supposed to rely on? Who was to protect the man that felt the world was upon his shoulders?

Although you were nowhere early as powerful as he, and you couldn’t comprehend the weight he felt on himself, you gave what it was you could give.

You gave him comfort. You gave him solitude.

You gave him sweet kisses upon his arrival home. You gave him your hand over his own while he nervously glanced out windows, just waiting for the pin to drop all over again. You gave him dinner, shoulder rubs, even more kisses to the back of his neck. You brushed the hair from his face, and smiled. You reminded him that at the end of day, you were there for him. 

But, most of all, you gave him rest. 

“Get some sleep.” You whispered, running your fingers through those long blonde locks. As he loosened his shoulders, you shut your own eyes, kept the image of the moon painting his physique as a memento in the back of your head for later. Then, just as you always did on nights so somber as this, you began to hum.

That quiet, vibrating hum, soon became the soft breaths of lyrics, an easy tune but gentle none the less. You let the crickets and the wind and the chimes by the window harmonize with your voice, and as soft pellets of rain began to tap upon the window, you let that serenade him just as well. The midnight storm to come would surely be gone in the morning, and with that, you knew Toshinori’s melancholy gloom would wash away with the rains. He’d beam at you once the sun arose, kiss your cheek and wrap you in his arms, pull you to his chest and promise a night, hearty breakfast. He would be better.

For now, however, while he lay in silent unease, you sang to him. You gave him the one thing you knew only you, beside him, wrapped around him, could provide. You sang those words and melodies until the fist he had made in your nightshirt slackened into his brood palms pressed against the small of your back. 

The first clap of thunder rolled and roared in the sky. Winds rustled through the leaves of trees and hurdled rain at the glass windows. Though you weren’t so appreciative as he was of the sound, you still continued. For him. 

Upon the last notes of your song, syllables falling into soft breaths, you pet through his hair once more. Tomorrow would be another day for him, but you knew if anyone should conquer it, it should be him. Again, he would be better.

You finished with a hum, and stalled for just one second. Toshinori was silent, at peace, now. He no longer held you with trepidation or tension, just the caress of a man who had finally caught his mind within his own grasp. The storm played alongside with you, lulled him to sleep with the promise of a fresh tomorrow. Without the need to ask if he should want another song, you began to sing anyways. 

And, just as you always had, you sang to him until finally his breathing slowed.

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Could the princess request be an scenario?? thank you!

heeeey there! i dont think i got the first ask your referring to, could you send it again???

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Hey there!! Can I request some Haikyuu!? Maybe relationship headcanons for Tsukishima and Kageyama sfw and nsfw? Tysm! And have a lovely day <3

im jus gonna do SFW cuz im kinda eeehhh abt my NSFW skills rn but i will come back to the nsfw stuff another time. i promise they will see the light of day

relationship headcanons!

tsukishima!

tukishima is honestly one of those boyfriends that you love dearly, but sometimes you just… fantasize about tripping him while he’s walking by. you never do it but, who knows. one day you might be stretching just as him and his long ass legs are strolling on by. you thought that maybe when you guys were Official ™ he’d chill out but, no. my apologies. he’s still same old somewhat irritating tsukishima. he’s never outright mean to you but that smugness never fades. if anything it kinda get’s worse because he knows you like him, chose to like him, enough to stay. 

congratulations. tsukishima has now been diagnosed with terminal ‘little shit’ disorder. 

this sucks but he’s hot and cold at times :/ he gets moody really quickly if something kills his vibes- even if that ‘something’ doesn’t really exist. this can include things as big as family issues, down to little things like the weather. he doesnt like the rain :(

tsukishima tries not to take this out on you but he can’t help but be dismissive when he’s not feeling the fun anymore. like, for example, if you showed him something on your phone that normally he’d be interested in, he might just blankly stare at him for a few seconds before going, ‘ah. that’s pretty cool.’

when he’s like this he wont answer your texts, which is annoying because he doesn’t have the courtesy to turn ‘invisible’ or even present himself offline. he’s very clearly active but just doesn’t answer any messages because personal convos are too exhausting. however, if you call him, he will pick up every time.

on the flipside, though, just like he gets into sour-ish moods, he also gets weirdly affectionate now and then. it’s not snuggly uwu adorable affection, but he just, can’t leave you alone? he keeps you close asf, slings an arm around you, doesn’t stop with jokes or random shit. he literally doesn’t shut up sometimes, and he’ll spam you with memes or anything (anything) that reminds him of you. 

this ones more subtle but you can always tell when he’s getting into a lovey mood because mid conversation he’ll just call you and be like “its easier to talk than text” but in reality he just wanted to hear ur voice

when you’re sad he’s not that great at handling it, but he needs to do something. he can’t stand when you’re sad because you’re no fun and also you’re his baby wtf you can’t be sad at all ever. What The Fuck. be happy right now

if you’re with him he lets you vent, listens and tries to apply with little advice he has where he can. his responses are usually telling you that you need to get out of your own head, and fuck whatevers bothering you. now, say if your upset about minor, if he’s texting you, he’ll call you in the hopes that it’ll help you out. he offers to come see you, to take you out somewhere. if you don’t pick up the phone he spams you pictures of your favorite thing followed by texts that say ‘answer the phoooooooone stop being sad’

he… he tries his best. no one ever said tsukishima was a master at feelings. 

he’s one of those guys where when you two get together, it spreads as a rumor. no one takes it seriously but they still pass it around like, ‘hey did you hear tsukki and that one person are going out? totally not true.’ half of the ppl cant imagine someone being able to stand him, the other half cant imagine him finding someone he is ABLE to stand (other than yams of course).

when you two are dating #confirmed no one saw it coming, even despite the rumors. love it. bonus points if you’re the more bouncy/happy/optimistic type LOL

protective affff. wants to be subtle but hes kinda mean about it sometimes. hes not mean to you, because he has eternal trust in you. he selectively chose you, after all. you passed all his little tests, you captured his cold heart. of course he trusts you. however he does not, and will not, trust anyone else in the world. literally the only person he’s cool with you being around are your closest friends and his yamaguchi. thats it. 

he’s not barring you from having friends. he knows you need your friends and your people, and hes to be cool about that (unless someone REALLY bothers him). he accepts hes not the only person in your life, but really he’d prefer no one breathed around you at all, ever. please and thanks. yamaguchi show them the door.

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kageyama!

kageyama is so awkward at first LMFAO. he’ll bump hands with you and be like pll;eelase but on the outside he mostly just looks constipated :( he’s so touch starved and doesn’t know how to ask for it literally at all

kinda works to your benefit, though :} every single time you touch him he acts like its the first time. he internally freaks out. you’ve held hands a thousand times yet he’s still like !!!!!!!! when you interlock yours and his fingers. if he initiates it, he stares at the ground and burns red. he cant take it. 

literally cannot handle PDA. so fucking cute. it isn’t that he doesn’t like it- he loves the idea. aw :) him and his baby :) how cute :) but then god forbid you kiss him on the cheek and suddenly he cant breathe his teammates are right there and staring at him and hHhhh\HHhh EVERY ONE CAN SEE

behind closed doors he loooves getting kisses, but freaks himself out in regards to kissing you himself. hes a baby, he gets scared. it takes a lot of courage to do something like that, even when no one can see. you can see.

this doesn’t apply if he’s sleepy. if hes sleepy, it’s over for you. he turns into such a big cuddle bug and he tries to get as close to you as possible, too tired to care that he’s being awfully brash when he slings himself over your body like a moth to a flame, snoring in your ear and melting you with his body heat.

hes super attentive to your interests. like– scary attentive. he knows how much volleyball means to him. other than you, now, it’s his world. it means so much to him, so when he discovers your thing, the volleyball in your heart, he goes into hyper drive. he wants to learn that thing right now because if its important to you than it’s important to him, no matter what it is. you will have this boy sewing, painting, working out with you, anything. he’ll make friendship bracelets, fuck it. if it’s important to you than its important to him. 

in return though he does expect that same treatment even if he doesn’t outright admit it. he wants to bond with you so bad and if he got to do that while playing his favorite sport, training, he’s all in. heaven, bliss. he’ll be on cloud 9 just please throw him the ball 

anything that his, is yours. this goes for coats, this goes for drinks and snacks. cold? take my coat. hungry? i just so happen to have an apple on hand. crazy. 

when he’s at the vending machine he always makes sure to get you something but the first time he does it he stresses himself out so bad LOL he wants to get you something you'll like so he stands there for ten minutes just deciding. when you go looking for him you find him disgruntled, forehead against the machine, muttering to himself ‘what do i buy what do i buy what do i buy’

when you tell him what you want, you’d better make sure you chose right the first time. this is because that kageyama, of course, is a man of habit. he likes his routine, he doesn’t shake much stuff up unless it’s forced upon him. so, after you made your choice, he sticks with that to the grave. orange juice? enjoy it every single day for lunch even if you brought your own. enjoy it with dinner. enjoy it with breakfast. if he has something, you have something. every single time. 

unless you go out of your way to specify you want something else he will just keep going. hints and subtleties does not work for him. if you asked for orange juice and two months later mentioned how you were craving apple juice so bad, too bad. orange juice. shoulda asked for apples. drink up.

actually i take it half-way back. this does NOT include milk. if you breathe the word milk, that’s what you’re gonna get. fuck he loves milk so much and you can both enjoy it together, its his dream.

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2.27.20 - ASK BOX OPEN!

HELLOOOOO READERS

just like i stated in my last update, i said id either disappear again or id be back in a few days and check it ouuuut here i am! 

two requests done (once in drafts, keep an eye out!) and im working on the third

ive opening the ask box! ask away babes! not sure how long itll be up for hehe i need some Fresh and New asks to revamp my attitude!

help me out!!!!

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Bro, hxh requests, hell yeah! Could I get some nsfw for kurapika of him eating out his s/o (possibly face sitting)

headcanons!

kurapika - facesitting

ok so the first time you bring it up, kurapika’s really put off. its so scandalous in his eyes that he flat out refuses because it seems too, in his words, ‘deprived’ for his taste. it’s kind of unfair how quickly he dismisses the even idea of eating you out because he’d take head all day long if he could. annoying. 

but, but, all hope is not lost. let him marinate for a while without bringing it up, and he’ll find himself just kinda skimming over it now and then. he never considered it before but now that you’ve brought it up it’s crossing his mind and eventually he starts to fixate on it lmao

what was once a hard pass is now a ‘maaaaybe’, and you don’t even have to hassle him. he just does it himself- the dudes the thinking type at his core and this is somehow something his brain has decided it wants to ponder. maybe it’s specifically because it’s so dirty in his eyes that he’s even sorta thrilled by it- like it’s some sort of taboo when literally most couples that are sexually active do it LOL

after a while he really does decide he wants to get up in that. oh yeah, he’s going in. it could be such an instant decision too? you could change in front of him, naked and he’ll just be like y’know what? yeah. 

yeah.

he doesn’t even mention it when he does it. he’ll have you on your back, and you’ll not expect a single thing cuz he never brought it up again despite how much he’s been thinking fantasizing about it. kurapika will start at your lips as he always does, pay a visit to your neck. then, theeeeen, he’ll start moving south. kisses down your body, a hickey on your stomach and hips. it’s so stupidly sexy and alluring about it and the whole ‘is he gonna...?’ of the entire fiasco has your heart pounding in your chest. 

there are butterflies in your belly when he settles between your legs, parts your thighs. you’re so fucking ready for it- head tipped back, eyes shut, chest rising and falling with quick, anxious breaths. you wait for it, the feeling of his mouth on you, only to receive… nothing. everything just- stops.

poor dude realizes that he suddenly doesn’t know what to do. you’re laid out for him like dinner on a sunday evening and yet he’s just so unsure of how to go about it. he know’s what to do, technically speaking, but he doesn’t know how to go about it. does he just… go for it? just lean down and lick? that’s hot to you? he’s really thinking hard about it and it’s funny because here you are thinking you’re about to nail some sloppy toppy and instead you glance down and your mans staring at your business like O_O LMAOOO

that way he’s trying analyze how to go about eating out your pussy makes you realize you should probably take the lead here, lest kurapika lose his mind. face sitting would do him wonders, and being able to situate yourself in the perfect place would make life so much easier for both you and him. win-win. kurapika is suddenly so on board with everything now. you tell him you could get on top and he’s like yes okay. this is good. you on top. perfect. he’s so embarrassed but he’s not a quitter.

you have to guide him into and tell him outright what to do. he wants to get it done right the first time because otherwise he’ll never wanna do it again. he literally is fully intent on doing it perfectly after the first try because the prodigy man can’t handle being mediocre. 

that being said, let’s get into the bread and butter. the pot of gold at the end of this rainbow. you’ve gotten this far- surely you’re about to be rewarded. 

oh honey.

kurapika is, unsurprisingly, godlike at eating you out. he has to be- he’s been thinking, obsessing about this very scene so much, analyzing eating you out in methodical sense like it’s a battle tactic. he buries himself in you, holds your hips tight and let’s you grind on his face until your breaths start to catch in your chest every time he teases a suck on your clit. the way he eats you out makes you think he’s surely done it before, but he hasn’t. he’s just that good. he licks, sucks, he finds that perfect spot on your clit that makes you keen and he attacks it. 

alternating between letting you ride his face and holding you hard in your place, you can’t even try to keep up with him. it’ll drive you insane in a way that has you crying out his name, shaking, trying to find purchase in his hair or wherever you can reach. the more vocal you get the more heated he gets. 

he gets so into it. he wants you cumming until you’re begging for mercy, begging for mercy just from his tongue. he wants you to remember this moment for the rest of your life and you can feel his smirk against you when you whimper, whine, breathe out his name so sweetly. 

kurapika really is a natural at everything. it’s annoying sometimes- but in this case, you get to have amazing head. love it. legends only

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2.23.20

So, wow, hey guys.

This is gonna be a long one, so it’s under the cut. I’d greatly appreciate the read but there’s also gonna be a TL:DR at the end for those who’d rather skip my rambling.

Keep reading

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2.23.20

So, wow, hey guys.

This is gonna be a long one, so it’s under the cut. I’d greatly appreciate the read but there’s also gonna be a TL:DR at the end for those who’d rather skip my rambling.

It’s been a damn long time since I’ve ever peaked at this blog let alone even thought to write something. Honestly, and I’m being real honest here, this blog sort of... Slipped my mind. Don’t get me wrong- I do love my followers and my lovely readers and while I’m not particularly unhappy with this blog, I can’t pretend that it’s been my top focus or even on my top ten focus’s.

So. Here is my explanation, and I’ll make it as quick, as honest, and as blunt as possible.

Basically a combination of life events, my horrendous lack of motivation, my job and the fact that I tend to bite off more than I can chew has destroyed my plans and hopes for this blog.

I’ve been focusing on my family, my boyfriend, my friends. I’ve moved out and I’m currently working 55+ hours a week MINIMUM. I’ve gotten a car, my license, a new roof over my head. As good as it all sounds, it really does take up so much of my time and it’s easy to let things like this, things that I do for leisure, slip onto the back burner. It isn’t even writing I’ve drifted from- it’s all my hobbies. Drawing, sewing, coding- they’ve all suffered greatly. I’m barely even active on my main blogs now. I feel like I’ve lost the skills in my absence.

I do love this blog, I really do, but I was insane to think that I could keep up with planning, writing, editing, conversing, all on my own. Working as much as I do and then coming home to cook, clean, ETC, has exhausted me. Writing used to be how I chilled out but really, now it just feels like something that takes more effort than I ever thought before. I can’t keep up- I write too much to edit, I plan too much that I never even get around to fleshing out. So many ideas for wonderful fics all down the drain because of the way I approach my works- as if they’re some sort of expectation rather than just something I do for fun.

I write with the knowledge that my requester is looking forward to their story, tailored out and written with love and care. The thought of shitting something out just to get it done without any reflection of my real talent, my real capability, makes me think I’d rather just not write it at all. I do not want requests given to me specifically to suffer due to my lack of time or motivation.

So, yeah. That’s it. I’m in too demanding of a position right now to focus on this blog when literally every single time I sit down to write, I tell myself, ‘this’ll just be a quick and easy one!’ only to go overboard and write either way too much, or burn myself out to the point where I don’t even want to edit it anymore. I have works that are just sitting on my drafts and they’re done but I’m too tired and bored of seeing it that I just let them stay there in static. 

I mean shit- even this explanation has been much wordier than I intended. I do it every single time and I hate it. I don’t want to edit this but I will so you guys know whats up. It’s 9:30 pm, and I have to be up for work in 6 hours. Fuck.

I want to end this with a promise- that I’ll be back I just need time, but the way things are looking... I don’t know. I know myself. I’ll either be back in a few days or it’ll be another few months of silence. There is no in between. Unless I get some sort of help with this blog it may just slip under- yet again. I can’t keep up, but if I find time, I’ll keep trying. 

Thank you guys for reading this. It does mean a lot- more than you know. This is not a goodbye, but if it ends up being one after all, than know that what little time I had here I did thoroughly enjoy. 

TL;DR. Life and the things I bit off that were way to big to chew ended up eating me instead. Working alone as I have been isn’t working for me anymore. I do not have the time or energy to continue like this but I’ll keep trying when I get time between my work week and social life. I do love this blog, and I trust you guys to understand. 

I’m posting this tonight because I’m impatient, as well as queued for tomorrow in case anyone’s missed it.

Peace, y’all.

[scenarihoes]

I adore Knuckle as well but no one usually writes hc and scenarios for him 😭

request some !

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Rate 1-10 hotness: adult trio ;)

alright bois here we go . i am conflicted on all of these because they got no business lookin so good but Acting Like That

hisoka: ...8. i cant lie the brodie looks fresh but on god is he a tweeker so im deducting 2 points on pure spite alone

illumi: mmmm 6. big ol fish eye

chrollo: OK he gets two bc when hes undercover hes a pure 10, he looks so good with that headband hair down combo with those but when its slicked back honest to god imma rate him a 5 :/ looks kinda bad chrollo

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lol is u ded

the lack of motivation is killing me

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