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Inside the twisted mind of Hisoka Morow (part 1)

Part 1 , Part 2

Synopsis: Psychoanalysis about Hisoka, concerning his past and who he is today.

TW: Mentions of abuse, physical abuse, child abuse, emotional abuse, mental disorders

Wordcount: 561

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So, I have a bachelor degree in psychology and today I work in the forensic field. If there's one thing I've learned, it's that nearly every perpetrator was once a victim.

I´ve seen many on this platform wondering what a relationship with Hisoka would look like… and honestly, since he´s quite a complex and interesting character, I wrapped my head around this question as well. But I quickly came to the conclusion that if you want to make assumptions about how Hisoka would behave in certain situations regarding relationships, it is necessary to understand his psyche and therefore we should have at least a little glimpse at his past (Part 1) before we come to the relationship headcanon (Part2). 

So, shall we?

For the following I´ll go with the theory that Hisoka isn´t a psychopath at all (for a bunch of reasons but the whole discussion whether he is in fact a psychopath or not would fill a whole page for itself, so I won´t dwell on this subject today). But this much shall be said: While psychopathy is a neurological dysfunction (which means psychopaths are born that way), what society calls "sociopathy" usually arises from trauma, which I find much more likely in his case. So, Hisoka might not be a psychopath but do we find him on the spectrum of antisocial personality disorder? Hell yes! He is arrogant, self serving, only fights for himself, shows lack of empathy, views other human being as „toys“ and has no sense of remorse or whatsoever. But if he´s not a psychopath, why is that? At a certain point in his past he must have learned that people aren´t trustworthy and that he can´t rely on them. Very likely this is because he was let down, or worse, even endangered, by the people who were supposed to protect him; his primary caregivers. For this reason Hisoka stands for himself, trusts no one and is a lone wolf at heart as an adult. This theory is also supported by the fact that he seems very touch starved and even tries to get along with people occasionally, almost as if he longs for closeness and affiliation, until his own psychology torpedos his newly built and therefore still fragile relationships, because the desire of self-preservation is superior to that of belonging. So he pushes others purposely away, to not take the risk of any emotional damage. Also, the fact that at a certain point Hisoka apparently linked affection with physical violence, pain, and even fear of death suggests that the only form of attention he received in his childhood and adolescence were in fact beatings. These early childhood experiences are likely to have been accompanied by a strong and constant sense of lack of control. The only way to gain back control in such situations from which you can´t escape as a defenseless child is to master your own psychology, ergo: burry your emotions, swallow your pain, so it won´t break you. As for today, Hisokas strive to control break others is pretty obviously an overcompensation for his lack of control at the time. Speaking of emotion: I’m pretty sure that Hisoka has emotions, even complex ones, but can only sense them in a pretty aloof way, because the terrible experiences from his past forced him to suppress them and shut himself off from them over many many years, so he has simply forgotten how to feel. This is accompanied by a consuming feeling of emptiness, which is why people who fall under the spectrum of ASPD need strong stimuli to fill the void caused by lack of strong emotion. They often tend to recklessness and take great risks, not infrequently even risking their own death, just as Hisoka does when he challenges strong opponents to battle. His sense of grandeur and superiority I view as another coping strategy. I´m sure that under his nacissistic mask lies just another insecure and deeply intimidated child, so deeply buried that Hisoka might have forgotten about it himself.

Thank you so much for reading.🤍🖤

Part 2

[pitchsidestories]

cheerleader II Grace Clinton x Reader

masterlist I word count: 1882

a/n: inspired by the request if we write for Grace Clinton, enjoy. 🤍

“Hurry up, Celin, I don’t want to be too late for the match.”, Grace Clinton told the fellow football player impatiently, the arms crossed over her chest. The rest of the friend’s group had already been ready to leave fifteen minutes ago.

The Norwegian meanwhile took a final glance at her bathroom mirror, checking if the curls she just made fell right, before announcing:” I’m coming.”

“Finally.”, Grace sighed relived.

Eyerolling Celin padded the shoulder of her friend: “Don’t be annoying. We’ll be on time.”

“Someone can’t wait to be the personal cheerleader of her girlfriend today.”, Khiara Keating teased the fellow Lionesses teammate with a huge grin on her face.  

When the goalkeeper mentioned you Grace cheeks turned immediately red which Charli Grant couldn’t help but to point out in a swooning voice:” I think it’s adorable. Look at how much she’s blushing!”

“Oh, shut up!”, your girlfriend begged annoyed who felt her face becoming even hotter than before.

Amused Celin commented: “Disgustingly cute.”

“Celin!”, she yelled at her.

The Norwegian looked innocently at her teammate:” What?”

“Stop it. No one said it was disgustingly cute when you got engaged.”, Grace reminded the woman who was only two years older than her.

Smiling at the memory Celin admitted: “ No, that’s true. Bethany was really annoying about it though like a mum. She asked me if I was sure about it? And that we’re still in the puppy love phase, blab la bla.”

“She just doesn’t want you to make a mistake.”, your girlfriend replied softly.

Dramatically the midfielder groaned:” Yes, and that’s sweet of her but she really needs to stop using dog metaphors all the time.”

The smile on Grace’s lips grew even bigger as she thought of Beth Englands golden retrievers who were adorable in her eyes and made her wish that you both would eventually get a puppy together, maybe the summer would be the perfect time for it:”  Everyone loves dogs though.”

“And her golden retrievers are so cute.”, Charli added in a tone she usually reserved for Harper.

The youngest of the four, Khiara was looking alarmed at the time on her phone:” Girls now we really got to hurry up!”

“Tell that to Celin.”, Grace scoffed.

She pouted: “It wasn’t my fault!”

“Yes, it was.”, your girlfriend laughed.

As they stepped out Charli was putting an arm on each of the best friends, while reminding them why they were heading out today: “Come on, girls. It’s time to watch some grassroots football, now.”

Your teammate Ava bumped her shoulder against yours as you walked out on the pitch together. With a smirk she commented: “Y/n, havd you spotted your cheerleader already?”

“Not yet. I fear they run a little late. She's bringing some friends with her today.”, you replied, your gaze wandering towards the entrance of the football pitch. But there was still no sign of Grace.

Avas eyes widened: “There's even more of them coming?!”

You nodded patiently: “Yeah, Celin, Charli and Khiara are coming as well.”

“Holy F-…”, Ava replied, stopping herself before your coach could hear her.

Your goalkeeper, Max, joined your conversation, lifting their eyebrow at you; “But you warned them that we do this just for fun and that we are not really good in our league, right?!”

Grimacing, you looked at your two teammates; “Uhm…”

“What the hell, y/n? We're totally going to embarrass ourselves in front of them!”, Ava yelled out, her voice rising with anxiety. She exchanged a panicked look with Max.

“Girls, calm down…”, you started, fighting back a smile.

The defender shook her head, her blonde ponytail swinging: “How?!”

You rolled your eyes with fondness: “You guys know Grace already and you never had a problem playing in front of her.”

“That’s different!”, Max interrupted you but the corners of their mouth curved into slight grin.

“Yeah, she’s only there to look at you with heart eyes during the match.”, Ava agreed, giggling.

You could feel your cheeks heat up: “Oh come on…”

Max shrugged nonchalantly: “She’s got a point.”

“Her friends are very nice, you’ll see.”, you promised them while you caught yourself looking for your girlfriend again.

Ava raised her eyebrows: “Let's hope so.”

“I guess we should start warming up.”, Max changed the topic and started to jog across the grass.

Ava clapped her hands: “Yes, let’s go.”

Max looked back over their shoulder towards you: “Come on!”

Laughing, you followed them: “I’m coming, children!”

“Children? You’re the child here!”, the goalkeeper laughed.

“Since she got into uni she thinks she’s an adult.”, Ava continued to tease.

“Hey!”, you protested. You were not even the youngest player on your team.

Max deliberately ignored you: “She wishes.”

Before you could reply, you were almost knocked off balance by someone jumping on your back and wrapping their hands around your shoulders.

“She’s still our baby!”, Rileys voice shouted right next to your ear.

You shook the redheaded midfielder off: “Ugh, stop it. I’m not.”

“Yeah, you are.”, Max countered smugly.

“At least I’m faster than you!”, you grinned and increased your pace, switching from a fast jog into a sprint.

The goalkeepers jaw dropped: “Without stretching! If we’d do that, we could go home right now.”

“Honestly, some things you can only do when you’re young.”, Ava shook her head.

Riley laughed: “My knees hurt from only watching her.”

“You sound like Lucy Bronze, Riley.”, you chuckled, remembering the phone call you had with Grace when she was away with the lionesses in Spain. Your girlfriend was happy about the fact that the English defender put her under her wings.

Even though the knee of the Barcelona player was hurting after she ran against Grace in training the older woman was still joking around with her like the pain was nothing.

Dropping the name of the famous lionesses Riley’s mouth dropped wide open: “Excuse me?!”  

“Yeah, it’s true but Luce wouldn’t just sat by and chat when she has to warm up.”, Khiara joined the conversation with a teasing smile on her lips.

Your teammate pouted, begging not all too serious: “Never ever bring your girlfriend and her friends again.”

“Riley, you got compared to Lucy Bronze that’s a compliment., you tried to cheer the older woman up before you turned around to kiss your girlfriend who was standing next to the Mancity goalkeeper, hi babe, glad you could make it.”

You were willing to ignore Celins fake gagging noises unlike Grace. She scolded the Norwegian for her reaction:” Celin!”

“Ignore her, Grace. Have fun watching the game, girls.”, you told her softly.

“We’ll.”

“Good luck.”, Khiara shouted after you, widely grinning.

Grateful for her support you mouthed: “Thank you, Khi.”

“You’re welcome.”, she replied.

During the match, Celin bit her lip, looking worried at what was happening in front of them:” Oh god, their team is bad.”

“Don’t be mean.”, Grace immediately defended you and your team.

With a mischievous grin Khiara reminded the Tottenham players:” You guys were bad too when we won against you 7:0.”

“You said you wouldn’t remind us anymore.”, your girlfriend whined.

The mancity goalkeeper countered: “At least it stopped Celin from being mean.”

“Grace, your girl scored!”, Celin excitedly interrupted them.

Proudly Grace said:” Not too bad, right?”

“It was a really nice goal.”, Charli admitted.

When Max celebrated your goal with you, she pulled you close to hum into your ear:” Little one tell your girlfriend she needs to come more often if her presence makes you score such bangers.”

“Oh, but you know she’s a busy girl.”, you answered grinning.

Confidently she shook her head:” Doesn’t matter. We need some wins.”

After the match, Ava announced to your girlfriend:” Grace, we need you to attend more games it works wonders on y/n’s performance.”

“I’ll try to come more often. But my weekends are pretty booked.”, Grace promised.

 In a reassuring tone you responded:” You don’t have too.”

“No, I want to come more often. I really enjoyed watching.”, your girlfriend looked at you lovingly.

“To be fair I enjoy watching you play too.”, you confessed sweetly.

She smirked while suggesting:” I think we could make a deal out of it.”

“Yes, we’ll try to see each other’s games as often as we can.”, you nodded eagerly.

The promise was sealed with a kiss from her on your lips:” That sounds fair.”

Two weeks later, the roles were reversed and you watched Grace and her team play against Manchester City in the FA Women’s Cup.

It was a suspenseful game that eventually went into a penalty shootout. You held your breath as Amy Turner converted the final penalty for Tottenham. You could not hide your joy for your girlfriends team while you watched them run towards each other and celebrate their win.

“Becky, you were amazing!“, Grace yelled at their goalkeeper who was able to save two of Manchester penalties.

Beth England pulled her two teammates into a hug: “I’m so proud of you, girls!“

“You really saved us with your goal in the last minute of stoppage time!“, Grace yelled happily at the striker. Her cheeks were still red from the game as her gaze drifted over the crowd of people applauding the win.

Beth shrugged with one shoulder: “They had to make a mistake at some point. She’s over there by the way if you’re looking for her.“

A new bright red flashed across Graces face: “Yes, I was searching for her.“

“Come on. Go to her, get your winners kiss and then we can celebrate together.“, Becky laughed and pushed the younger player in your direction.

Beth called after her: “Hurry up!“

“Trust me, I’m running as fast as I can.“, Grace laughed back at her as she made her way across the pitch.

She stopped right in front of you, a huge grin on her face.

“Hi, love. I’m so proud of you and your team.“, you greeted her and pulled her into a tight hug.

“Thanks. I’m glad you could be here.“, she replied.

As you pulled out of the hug, you held up your phone and presented your girlfriend your text messages: “Ava, Max and the whole team congratulate you and forgive me for missing training today.“

“That’s so sweet of them.“, Grace smiled, visibly moved by the thoughtfulness of your football team.

You nodded: “Yes, they are the best.“

“They are.“

“Go and celebrate with your team, babe, you deserve it.“, you laughed and gave her gentle push.

Grace held out her hand for you: “Join us.“

“Are you sure?“

“Absolutely.“

“Okay, I’m coming with you.“, you finally agreed and followed your girlfriend onto the grass.

Grace carefully took your hand in hers: “Good. The girls will be happy to see you.“

As soon as you reached the celebrating football players, you smiled: “Hi, girls.“

Charli beamed at you: “You’re here!“

“Gracies' lucky charm!“, Celin yelled with a slight tease in her voice.

“So that’s why we won.“, Charli concluded with a grin.

Grace pressed a kiss to your cheek: “Oh yes.“

Celin shot her a sceptical look: “Sure. It was probably her.“

Grace turned towards you, searching for your eyes: “Ignore the sceptic Celin. Love you, y/n.“

“I love you too.“, you replied and kissed her passionately.

[strlingsav]

hii, im not sure if u write dad ghost, but if you don’t mind, could you write ghost coming home from work, happy to see his daughter and wife reader. he got home pretty late, so he puts his daughter to bed and spends time with his wife, leading to you know what 🫣 and soon they hear their daughter opening the door and has to pretend nothing happened.

i’d appreciate if u write this, if not then that’s alright, pls do what makes u comfortable 😌

I'm gonna throw up I love domestic Ghost 😭🤍 ofc I can do this 🤭 thanks for asking!! I changed it a bit, just bc I'm a sucker for a happy ending- literally.

Daughter's name is Ava (short and sweet, not much effort there sorry lol)

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– Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

— Simon returns from deployment.

Explicit sexual content under the cut. Read at your own risk.

Simon saw the lights on from outside. It was late- too late for Ava to be up, so he assumed you'd fallen asleep on the couch waiting for him. The thought brought a rush of warmth over him. How badly he missed you, desperately chasing the memory of your touch, your wonderful smell, but nothing compared to you, real and in the flesh.

Climbing out of his truck, he headed for the front door. He considered himself to be a man with composure, but returning home to his wife and daughter after so long had his heart racing, hands shaking as he put the key in the lock.

He entered quietly, not wanting to wake you, and when he rounded the corner he found you asleep on the couch, as he assumed, but with an arm wrapped around Ava.

The sight alone was enough to make his knees weak. Then, he heard you snore, reaching out to tuck Ava in closer to your chest. He let out a quiet sigh. The ache in his shoulders was unnoticeable now, when he leaned against the door frame and watched the sight before him.

The TV light flashed across your faces, the faces he'd missed the most. He had your photos in his vest at all times, his family, but it never sated the burning in his chest, the indescribable emptiness.

He never imagined himself that way; a father, a husband, but you had him wrapped around your finger and he didn't mind being there. For the first time, with you, he wanted a kid. He wanted something to nurture. You'd brought that out of him, you were so maternal it hurt, and he couldn't help but picture himself right there beside you.

Now, your daughter was 5. It didn't seem so long ago that you'd be at his apartment every weekend, finding every free second to spend together. You were a bit wilder back then, still were, but motherhood suited you. He couldn't deny, watching you through it all only made his love and attraction grow tenfold.

He owed you everything, you'd given him an amazing gift, and reignited the desire to connect, to feel. Though you didn't quite see it that way, he knew he'd spend every waking moment cherishing you.

He slowly sauntered over, pulling the blanket off Ava. He lifted her to his arms, and she stirred, though kept her eyes shut, still lightly snoring. The sound of her breaths, her arms instinctively wrapping around his shoulders, it made him melt. He nuzzled her head into his neck.

He realized he'd woken you up, and you went to stand up when he stopped you with a hand on your thigh.

"I've got her, sweetheart," He said.

You nodded, still disoriented, but happy beyond belief to see your husband, in one piece. You were sure you looked a nightmare, disheveled hair, dry drool on the side of your cheek, sweat lining your brow.

He disappeared down the hall with Ava in his arms, and you took the opportunity to get ready for bed.

Simon entered the master bedroom, finding you tying your hair up. Your eyes met his, shifting form your reflection in the mirror.

You smiled as he neared, your hands reaching out to glide over his shoulders. He pulled you in, a tight embrace, and squeezed once softly. He shut his eyes as he was enveloped by your touch, your smell. Utter ecstasy washed over him to be back in your arms, tangible and real.

He pulled away briefly, pressing his lips to yours, a tender, long kiss. He remembered how long he'd ached to feel you again, and the pure relief was overwhelming.

"Missed you," He said, muffled by your hair.

"I missed you too," You sighed, breathing in his scent. "Everything alright?" You asked, your voice in his ear.

He hummed in response.

"Ava go down okay?"

"She's out for the night, I reckon."

"She fell asleep at 8, think I only lasted until 9. She wanted to wait for her daddy," You said, pulling back.

His hands were still on your waist, his thumb moving in small circles comfortingly.

"S'alright," He said. "You wait up for daddy too?" He asked, his eyes narrowing at you.

You were wearing his shirt, your pyjama shorts were hidden underneath; it was practically a nightgown on you. There was nothing that aroused him more, your soft thighs peeking out from under the shirt, and he knew with all certainty that you weren't wearing a bra. He was hard just thinking about it.

You swatted his arm, "Simon," You scolded, a playful, bashful exclamation.

He pulled you into him again, eating up that coy reaction, you'd do it every time and he adored it more than anything. In reality, he knew you loved just how dirty he could be. Especially after going so long without feeling you, fucking you.

"Can't help it," He muttered. "Been gone too fuckin' long," He breathed.

"It's late- you must be exhausted," You said.

You tried to be reasonable, tried not to keep him up even though you were so desperate for him you were soaked already.

"Never too exhausted for you," He said, his hands travelling up your shirt to feel your skin against his.

He held you tightly, relishing the way you felt in his hands.

You smiled softly, pressing your lips to his gently at first, before he couldn't resist the taste of you and slid his tongue against yours. You whimpered quietly, exhaling against his face, your arms wrapping behind his neck to hold him as close as possible.

He lifted you to his hips with ease, his hands flat against your ass, squeezing teasingly.

"C'mere woman," He muttered against your mouth, making you throw your head back with a laugh.

You slapped a hand over your mouth, remembering your daughter soundly asleep across the hall.

"Oughta do somethin' about that loud mouth," He scolded.

You hummed with intrigue, your eyes glued to his as he walked the two of you to the bed. He landed on top of you as he laid you down on the bed.

"You're so lewd," You teased, surrendering to his body on top of yours.

He hummed, "You ain't even heard half'a what I wanna do to you."

He kissed your neck, delicate kisses that quickly turned hungry and you couldn't help the giggle that escaped your lips. Quieter this time, but enough to make his brow quirk up.

You nodded, "Think I better use my loud mouth," You whispered, your faces inches from each others.

His hands tugged your shorts off your thighs, calloused palms rubbing your soft skin. You shifted up to your elbows, watching with your lip between your teeth.

You went to lift the T-shirt over your head, when he stopped you.

"Leave it on," He said, his lips meeting yours in a reassuring kiss.

You nodded, following his lead as he unbuckled his belt, sitting himself on the edge of the bed. You knelt before him, shooing his hands away so you could do it yourself.

He was all adrenaline and testosterone, beyond aroused at the sight of you on your knees, no pants on, and wearing his shirt.

You slid his briefs down, exposing his cock. You wrapped your hand around his cock, and his head fell back, a sharp inhale raising his chest. When you pumped your hand up and down, he let out a low growl, his hand moving to your cheek with a tenderness nurtured by the time you'd spent apart.

"Christ, love," He breathed.

You didn't want to waste anymore time, and shifted upwards to have your tongue caress the head of his cock, engorged and thick, salty with pre-cum. He shivered, running his hand into your hair.

Wrapping your lips around him, you kept your eyes on his as you applied suction, hollowing your cheeks with vigour, resigned to pleasing him as much as you could. Your hand laid on his knee, the other wrapping around the base of his cock, pumping slowly to meet your lips, saliva already dripping down to add lubrication.

He cursed under his breath, his hand slowly closing into a fist in your hair, his chest rising and falling with every powerful breath. Your tongue massaged every vein and curve of his cock, paying attention to the grunts and groans of satisfaction that left his lips. It was hard not to be aroused by it, the approval in his tone, spoken without words.

Your head bobbing up and down, soft lips wrapped around his cock, silky tongue sliding against him at the same time- it was chilling, overwhelming, in the best way. Your hand continued further up his thigh, a comforting touch, a reminder that you were there, another layer of stimulation as if he needed any.

He groaned, a soft touch to his tone. "Missed your mouth."

You hummed, a thank you, filled with pride.

You were good, an expert in his pleasure just as he was with you. He'd learned every curve and detail of your body, and could break you down in seconds if he wanted to. His ego was broken at this point, pure vulnerability as your mouth sucked his cock, and he didn't mind one bit.

"Won't last long like this, love," He said, a strangled breath from his throat.

You exhaled through your nose, letting him fall from your mouth with a quiet 'pop'. He stood up, helping you across the bed to rest your head on the pillows.

His hands tugged at the shirt on your body, lifting it off your torso to savour the sight of your breasts, supple and inviting. You did the same for him, enjoying the vision before you; his hardened body, the dips and curves of every muscle, glowing with a thin layer of sweat. Your hands ran from his shoulders down to his torso, stopping at the trail of coarse hair disappearing beneath his briefs.

He had his eyes shut, savouring the softness of your hands on his body, shivering with anticipation. Only when his hands reached your breasts did he open his eyes, leaning down to take your nipple in his mouth, gently sucking and licking, teasing the pleasure to come. You shifted, antsy, restless. His other hand had palmed your breast, squeezing the pliable flesh in his hands.

"Fuckin' hell," He breathed, leaning over you.

He kissed your lips again, exploring your body with his hands, his lips not far behind. He reached your hips, slowly sliding your panties down your legs as he leaned in, his hands taking your thighs and pulling them over his shoulders. His lips kissed at the plush skin of your inner thighs, teeth biting into you gently, devouring you.

"Missed the taste of you," He said against you, warm air hitting your pussy, making you shiver.

You laid back, eyes closing as you digested his words; he knew exactly what to say to have you soaking wet, desperate and needy.

His tongue was smooth, warm and velvety against your clit. You gasped, relaxing into his hold as he ran small circles over your clit, your thighs twitching and jumping with every touch.

"Simon," You whispered, recognition of just how good he made you feel.

He was slow, passionate, savouring the taste of you, everything he'd thought about for weeks. The soft whimpers and moans you hid behind closed lips, the back of your hand pressed against your mouth, it drove him mad.

He clenched your thighs with possessive hands, flesh squeezing between his fingers, your toes curling against his back. Your hand drifted to glide through his hair, a gentle touch, some form of contact to keep you grounded. You let it rest on the back of his head, and he found it comforting. His eyes lifted to yours, his tongue sliding out, lightly flicking back and forth over your clit.

His lips were wet with your arousal, moving against your pussy, sucking and teasing at your clit. His tongue dove inside you, and your back arched, pressing yourself into his mouth. Your fingers tugged at his hair, a rumble of pleasure leaving his mouth.

It was sweet, sensual; a loving reunion. He was passionate about making you cum, especially when he hadn't seen you or touched you in so long. He thoroughly enjoyed the sight of you while he ate you out, you always had your lips parted, soft pants from your mouth, your eyes fluttering shut. Your cheeks took on a reddish hue, and the view from his position made him even harder.

He knew just what spots to touch, the pressure and speed that made your thighs shake. He never failed to make you climax quickly; and even after being apart, it seemed to be even easier. He buried his face in your pussy, head moving side to side as he devoured you, feeling your thighs clamp around his head, your fingers tug a bit harder at his hair.

He knew you were close, and when your entire body froze, rigid and tense, he knew the pulsating of your pussy followed shortly after. He softened his touch, prolonging your orgasm with every stroke of his tongue. You could hardly muffle the gasps and moans that forced their way out, biting into the back of your hand as your body shook with pleasure.

When he sat up to his knees, settling between your thighs, you saw his face glistening, wet with your arousal. He leaned closer, his lips meeting yours, tongues gliding together in an impatient kiss.

He slid inside of you- his favourite part, listening to your reaction as his cock pushed past the soft muscles inside you. You gasped quietly, your fingers digging into the taught muscles of his shoulders, sliding down his sides.

He let out a low groan; your warmth and wetness welcoming him home, absorbing him, hugging him. His head fell to the crook of your neck, his hand reaching your thigh to keep you in place beneath him, clamped tightly to his side.

He rolled his hips, burying himself inside you, deep inside you, your head falling in against the pillows.

"Shit, baby," You whined, your eyes squeezing shut as he filled you. "I missed you."

Your eyes snapped open to meet his gaze, your hands grasping the back of his neck, digging in as he thrusted his hips against yours.

"Couldn't stop thinkin' about you," He exhaled, his brows furrowed, a strained expression while he fought the urge to cum. "Y'feel so good, love."

He dug deeper, thrusting harder, watching your breasts recoil against his force, your entire body shining with a thin layer of sweat. He kissed your neck, sloppy, wet kisses.

"Don't stop baby, please," You whispered, your hand falling to rub fast circles over your clit.

A nasally groan bubbled up from the back of his throat as he felt your pussy clench, your eyes on his as you panted with exertion.

"Go on, love," He muttered. "I wanna feel you cum."

Your eyes rolled back, your abdomen tensing as you bore down through your climax, fighting the overstimulation. You gasped softly for air, pulling him even closer to you roughly. It was a harsh reflex he'd loved since the first time you did it.

He grunted in your ear, his cock throbbing when your pussy clamped down around him, nearly shaking his head in disbelief, restraint. His lips met yours as he quickened his pace, rutting his hips into you as he neared his climax.

He released inside you, shortening his thrusts as he came down from his high.

He pulled out slowly, cringing a bit with the over-sensitivity.

He laid down beside you, pulling you into his chest with heavy breaths. It was still, silent for a few moments as the two of you caught your breath, relishing in the tiredness and satisfaction.

[sourrind]

Thanks @celinou & @momochizoey for tagging me 🤍

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I've got 4 works total.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

73,030 words.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Seeing as how I only have 4 works, I'll just mention the fic with the most kudos - my Wenclair fic "At the End of One's Woe" with 760 kudos.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! I love it when writers respond to my comments (as inane as they are), so I thought I should do the same.

Not only that, but sometimes I'll reply to a comment when there's a new chapter of that work just to kind of nudge them to read it.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

"To Know Yourself."

It's a Chasefield fic and it's the first thing I started writing when I got back into the fanfic space. It's currently sitting at 6 chapters unfinished, but where I left it off is probably the angstiest thing I've explored publicly on my account.

32,000 words, and the poor girls don't even like each other yet.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Either the aforementioned Wenclair fic or my Chasefield smutfic "One and Then the Other." I mean, what's a happier ending then getting to bang the girl you like?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I've not.

9. Do you write smut?

Yes!

I was very nervous to publish that first smutfic, but I wasn't a stranger to writing things of an explicit nature.

I used to ERP on Gaia ALL THE TIME when I was younger, but it definitely was a different thing to write stuff like that and know it would be going out for everyone to see.

But I had a blast writing it and I don't see myself straying away from smut anytime soon. The only thing I don't like is how I find it very difficult to write smut without tons of preamble beforehand, so that's kind of the one thing holding me back.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've ever written?

I've not.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I've not, though I wouldn't be against it.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I've not, just the casual headcanon talks with friends and mutuals.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

I love all the Life is Strange ships, but Chasefield holds a very special place in my heart for getting me back into fandom/fanfic as a whole.

Wenclair is also up there - it was very fun to write for an active/ongoing fandom and it was kind of crazy to see how different the response was in that.

For ships that I love, but haven't written for, I'm enamored with Ava/Beatrice from Warrior Nun and Kara/Lena from CW's Supergirl.

I do think a lot of that is that those characters and stories are closer to where I am in age/place in life, while Life is Strange/Wednesday occupies a place where I reminisce on highschool didn'ts and wish-I-would'ves.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

There's a part of me where I see myself never finishing "To Know Yourself." I had originally planned it to be this 30+ chapter thing that takes place over the entire school year, and though I do have an outline of that, it's a huge prospect - especially seeing as how I do have other stories outlined in the LiS world that are significantly shorter.

I do think about it and go back to it, but it's a reality that's possible for sure.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

It's cool if it works. It's all relative on the perspective of the story and whether we are supposed to know what's being said and stuff.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

My first fandom was Inu-yasha and I was writing Sesshomaru/Miroku slashfics on fanfiction.net.

So yeah. I'm old.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

"A Common Cold."

I wrote this fic for a mutual who was sick at the time and it was because of this that we became friends. She's actually one of the people that tagged me to do this, so here's to you Zoey!!

I'll tag @dmmeeble, @fazedlight, and @daisychainsandbowties for this, but if you're scrolling down, see this, and hankering to do this as well, go for it!

[leoramage]

Tagged by @charlosgoggles, I was pretty busy and kind of late when I saw the post! I immediately sat down once I had my free time to do this. Thank you for the tag my co-F1 astrology bestie in this app!

name: Leora Mage is actually an anagram of my real name! i am currently using it as a penname and stage name!

sign: my big three is leo-gemini-pisces!

time: its apparently 6:47 p.m. when i started writing this down. 9 p.m. when i finished (i had duties to attend to.)

favourite band/artist: i am the music bestie that listens to anything. you can't pin me down and tell me to list my favorite artists/band! ಠಿ⁠_⁠ಠ anyways here's the following:

solo artists: taylor swift, lana del rey, rihanna, doja cat, britney spears, ariana grande, olivia rodrigo, beyoncé, jennifer lopez, madonna, lady gaga, ava max, camila cabello, qveen herby

bands/groups: in this moment, ghost, the great discord, the neighborhood, the chainsmokers, little mix, blackpink, 2ne1, exo, bigbang, coldplay

bonus: i listen to classical music too (tchaikovsky, mozart, beethoven, etc.)

last movie: burlesque (as in christina aguilera) and house of gucci! i watched it for like a whole bus trip.

last show: house of the dragon! i love rewatching because of sir harwin strong & aemond targaryen!

also drive to survive as well, i was finding the episode fernando was in because i told my mom a local artist here in my country has physical similarities to fernando hahahaha

when I created this blog: i created this blog last year's ummer - solely for my practice, learn knowledge from other practitioners about my craft. i happen to love astrology too so it kind of stuck with me and my theme! i am continuously learning and mastering my craft but at the same time explore more.

other blogs: i have another tumblr blog but i forgotten what was the username but i do believe that i made that blog for roleplaying and posting my photo manipulation for a fandom i used to be in.

do I get asks: not until belle and becca sent me a game! i passed them on to my favorite writers and some to my moot blogs. i was supposed to send one to @charlosgoggles but they do not have their ask on lmfao

followers: 20 blogs are following me. most of them are my moots for sure or bots. idk, i did not check who is following me. i do not check who is following me to be fair (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)

average hours of sleep: 5-6 hours but sometimes longer. i work harder than i sleep.

instruments: guitar, ukelele, piano keyboard, violin. i only have a guitar and keyboard with me and i haven't touched them for ages. i learned how to play the other instruments because of my acquaintances who are passionate about music or simply band members.

what I am wearing: black maxi dress that i made myself!

dream job: i do believe i can be who i wanted to be if i put effort in it. so basically i do not have a dream job.

dream trip: world tour (my work requires a lot of that and isolation from the world. so it's quite a tough journey considering the rough waves of the ocean but anything for the bag of moneh)

favorite song atm: uh i do not have a favorite song at the moment. but i listen to subliminals a lot because they just calm my mind (my brain is so active that i need to decelerate it from thinking about the most obnoxious things) but let me check my most played in spotify... okay it says:

dance the night - dua lipa

tagging: @folkloresthings , @lorarri , @love-belle / @love-bellee , @goldsainz and @opheliaas-stuff because you guys are the sweet ones i had been interacting with for the past few days. i love them sm ฅ[⁠ᓀ⁠˵⁠▾⁠˵⁠ᓂ⁠]ฅ

(p.s. feel free to do in your own comfort 𔘓 much love guys 🤍🩷💕)

[avasassisstant01]

Date Created: 9th February 2023

Last Updated: 19th April 2023

Ava Coleman x Reader

Coming Soon

Janine Teagues x Reader

All the possibilities: Angst with happy ending

Summary Sentence: Valentine's day brings some great confusion, and eventually some love confessions.

Date Started: 9th February 2023

Last Updated: 19th April 2023

PINK: TOP PRIORITY

GREEN: MIDDLE PRIORITY

BLUE: LOWER PRIORITY

Ava Coleman x Reader

Call Me

Created or Requested: Created

Summary Sentence: You've caught Ava's eye

Pairing: Ava Coleman x Fem Reader

Status: Not Started

Fluff

Planned Posting Date: TBD

Janine Teagues x Reader

Request Guidelines:

1. I don't write smut

2. Be patient , I'm a human, not a robot.

3. Ask nicely, I block people who lack common decency.

4. My reader are mostly Fem or at least GN if requested

5. Be comfortable, you can ask for details that you want to be added in an ask. Make it fun for yourself !

Have Fun 🤍

[sunkissedpearll]

hiiii <3

my name is ava

i write fanfiction

i’m a crazy teenage girl 🤍

i’ll write for pretty much anything!! send in requests!!

[rebelrayne]

Thank you @mrsbsmooth and @whatisreggieshortfor for tagging me! 🤍🤍 I'm really late buuuuuut....

Name: Jessie (or Jess, I'll answer to either)

First fandom you were part of: LITG, the first and only

First TV show fandom you were a part of: I haven't been in one 😅

How old were you: Well, when I joined LITG originally- I had just turned 28

Latest TV/Movie fandom you became part of: I haven't been in one, but I did write a crossover for Jurassic Park

A TV/Movie fandom you haven’t joined but like to creep on: Once Upon A Time, Gossip Girl- but just on Reddit lol

Guilty pleasure TV show: Gossip Girl (OG)

Favorite fandom: LITG (obviously lol)

Guilty pleasure fictional couple: Cheating and saying my own characters- Tom and Summer from ATDATT, Hamish and Ava from OTM.

TV show that gives you the most brain rot: Mickey Mouse Clubhouse (my kid is a big fan)

Fictional couple that gives you the most brain rot: Chuck Bass and Blair Waldorf!

Finally- something that made you happy this week: I had a bit of a bad week last week going back to work, but I had two friends in the fandom write me fluffy gifts for my two favorite boys 😭 If you haven't read them- RUN OMG.

Try (Tom) from @queen-of-boops (Tom, the loml UGH he's so freaking adorable I CANNOT, peek my comment I left on it)

So Much More (Hamish) from @whatisreggieshortfor (Just this other side of him?! He would get friendzoned like this!)

Tagging- everyone. I think everyone has been tagged now so if you haven't be, consider yourself tagged by me 🤍

[hockeyboysimagines]

Request: Week 1

Hello friends!

Requests are officially open from today, Monday June 19-Friday June 23.

This week I’m only accepting these prompts listed below. If you don’t request one of these, I won’t write it. Reason being, everyone seems to request the same prompts and I’m running out of ideas.

As an additive, I’m only accepting requests for blurbs written about the couples in my fics on my Masterlist.

Nolan/Sawyer

Matthew/Hallie

Joel/Libby

Pierre/Mila

Tyler/Ava

Nash/Travis

Beau/Ginny

Mat/Leighton

Zack/Keary

Carter/Jenna

Please refer to it for guidance. Next time requests are open, I’ll do reader inserts, but this time I wanna change thing’s up.

1. “What do you mean you got married ‘on accident.’”

2. “I think we should see other people.”

3. “I could listen to you talk all day.”

4. “You did what?”

5. “What do you mean the cars broken?”

6. “Now that I think about it. That was kind of hot”( I’m BEGGING someone to request this for a Hallie and Matthew. PLS)

7. “You did all this for me?”

8. “However many years we have left, I want to spend them all with you.”

9. if i find out you wanted to come here just to get me in swimwear for a week, i’ll never let you forget it.”

10. “You don’t have to get me anything. You’re enough.”

11. “What is the purpose of having this gigantic bed, if you sleep on my side anyway.”

12. “come on, you’ve seen me in this a million times - there’s no reason to start staring at me now.”

13. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

14. "From the second I saw you, I couldn't get over how beautiful you are."

15. “Do you want to know what I love most about you?”

16. “Sometimes, I don't know why I put up with you."

17. “It’s always been you, and it will always be you. Please never forget that.”

18. “I gave you one hundred and one reasons to walk away, yet you never did. Why?” “Because I love you. It’s really that simple.”

19. You’re the reason why I believe in love, you know?”

20. “Do you remember that first night we met?”

Please make sure you thoroughly read before requesting. I look forward to all of your requests🤍🤍🤍.

[liquorishblack]

What the adult trio smells like / which fragrances they use…

Hey Folks,

since I´m the biggest perfume-hoarder I know of, it was just a matter of time when the question „What do Hisoka, Illumi and Chrollo actually smell like?“ crosses my mind. The day night has finally come, so here is my headcanon…

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❈ Hisoka Morow:

As for Hisoka, the answer was clear to me right from the start: „Lost Cherry“ by Tom Ford. It just has to be! And here is why: "Lost Cherry“ is a fruity-sweetish scent, but not a childish cheap one. In my opinion this perfume is best described as a boozy-almondy amaretto cherry. It is strong, sexy, bold, extremely seductive and intoxicating and therefore it can be even a bit annoying from time to time - just like our beloved jester. Even though „Lost Cherry“ is labeled by the brand as unisex, I find it quite feminine, but I´m sure, Hisoka wouldn´t mind. The fragrance is very unique and I´ve actually never smelled it on anybody else before … and it´s expensive… something tells me, that Hisoka would never smell like something mainstream and will always go with some kind of niche fragrance. Also I´m pretty sure that this man has quite an expensive taste. Tom Ford itself is a bold and luxury brand which also suits him very well. Not to forget that "Lost Cherry" means something on the lines of "lost innocence/virginity" which makes this fragrance a match made in heaven for a horny clown person.

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❈ Chrollo Lucilfer:

Chrollo may have a fable for the gloomy and occult and we all know that he can be extremely cruel, but when it comes to the troupe members there´s no doubt regarding his loyalty. Therefore I can sense some kind of warmth that he carries deep down in his dark soul. For him I would suggest „Herod“ by Parfums de Marly. A woody, slightly sweetish and spicy scent with some smokey chords which make it cozy, sexy and mysterious alike. But buckle up, Ladys and Gentlement, just like „Lost Cherry“, this fragrance is a panty-dropper. Thats for sure!

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

❈ Illumi Zoldyck:

Illumi keeps me guessing tbh. I can imagine two completely different scents for him. Either, I see him wearing a very very heavy, somber and classic fragrance, such as Memoir Man by Amouage or - since he's an assassin and frequently needs to stay unnoticed on his missions - he would prefer a much more lighter, barely perceptible and synthetic scent, perhaps with a clean and even slightly medicinal note. In this case, I immediately had to think of all kinds of molecule-fragrances, since they are somehow present but not at all tangible. With such a scent, Illumi would be able to sneak up not only against the wind, but also with it. Therefore I would suggest a woody-synthetic-molecule for him, just like ISO-E-Super or Ambroxan.

[anqelically]

AVA !!!! UR RECENT HAS ME LIKE (⸝⸝♡ᴗ♡⸝⸝) im still a little blushy i think…but omg i love u + ur brain <3 <3 MUAH MUAH MUAH

MAI SKDJSK ILY SM 🤍🤍 i try my best to be accurate because i don’t like to be ooc 😭 but i was a little blushy too writing 🤭 SENDING KISSES 💋

[milkiangl]

kenna angel !! congratulations on 500 🤍🤍 completely, completely deserved <3

may i get a…

hoax — 🕯: i’ll write a love letter from me to you. ( moots only !! )

thank you !! :)

my sweet ava baby,

you are one of the absolute sweetest angels ever! i’m currently searching through my long list of cartoon terminology to describe how much i adore you. i could start with how bright red hearts take the place of my irises that are much too big for my eyes, or how you make my cheeks grow a vibrant shade of pink with little squiggle lines. moral of the story, you and your brilliant soul must face the consequences by dealing with the little hearts that float around you when i’m around!

all my love, makenna.

[juniemoe]

wip whenever

tagged by @ava-du-mortain.  🤍

my head is empty but i’m tagging whoever is reading this and has something to share!!

a snippet from a longer dragon age fic i’ve been writing as a background project forever. main pairing is merrill/lavellan with background past solavellan. lavellan travels to kirkwall post-inquisition to help with the rebuilding efforts!

Lavellan has been expecting the question for a long time before Merrill actually asks it. She’s always peering at Lavellan’s bare face with curious look and hastily looks away when Lavellan meets her eyes with her own. It takes far too many days than Lavellan envisioned for Merrill to voice her thoughts, however.

They are sitting in Merrill’s kitchen, just the two of them, drinking tea and talking. Or mostly Merrill is the one to talk, Lavellan is quiet by nature, but she doesn’t mind her idle chatter. She’s not nearly as nervous in Lavellan’s presence as she was when they first met— she doesn’t talk to fill the silence anymore, she seems to does it because she’s comfortable in Lavellan’s company. Lavellan feels the same way about her.

“Lethallan, I wanted to ask you about your… v-vallaslin.”

Lavellan tries not to stiffen at the words but fails and Merrill notices it. She seems embarrassed by her own curiosity and immediately apologises.

“I’m so s-sorry for asking, I know it’s a very personal question!”

Lavellan sighs and offers Merrill a tired smile. Suddenly she feels exhausted and heartbroken all over again. “It’s alright, Merrill. It’s only natural to be curious about it, there are not many dalish elves out there without a vallaslin, after all.”

[nightfurynova1217]

"To-Do" or not "To-Do", that is the question

DEVIANTART IS BEING STUPID AND I CAN'T FRIGGIN EDIT MY TO-DO LIST OVER THERE ANYMORE-! *gasp and deep sigh* So we're moving it over here :3

This post will be regularly edited and is just for me to keep track of my own stuff, feel free to ignore

X = Not Started / Unpaid 🖤 = Started 💛 = Background Complete 💛💛 = Sketch Complete 💛💛💛 = Lineart and Coloring Complete 💛💛💛💛 = Shading Halfway 💛💛💛💛💛 = Shading Complete 🤍 = Finished (highlights and final touches)

Commissions -

Art Trades / Collabs -

Comics -Alphatale Arc 1- Chapter 3, Page 32 | 🖤 -Alphatale Arc 1- Chapter 3, Page 33 | X -Alphatale Arc 1- Chapter 3, Page 34 | X -Alphatale Arc 1- Chapter 3, Page 34x | 🤍 -Alphatale Arc 1- Chapter 3, Page 35 | X -Alphatale Arc 1- Chapter 3, Page 36 | X -Alphatale Arc 1- Chapter 3, Page 37 | X -Alphatale Arc 1- Chapter 3, Page 38 | X -Alphatale Arc 1- Chapter 3, Page 39 | X

Other -Ori Reference | 🤍 -Vanessa Reference | 🖤 -Brayden Reference | 💛💛💛💛 -Alice Reference | X -Maggie Reference | X -Lloyd Reference | X -Cocoa Reference | X -Malachi Reference | 🖤 -College AU designs | 💛 -Voidling Trait Sheets | X -Sword Play | X

Waiting For == If you find yourself on this list, don't worry, it's just for me to keep track of things ^w^ == -

Hours Drawn in 2016 Approximately 50 hours

Hours Drawn in 2017 Approximately 345 hours

Hours Drawn in 2018 Approximately 450 hours

Hours Drawn in 2019 658:20

Hours Drawn in 2020 553:30

Hours Drawn in 2021 190:40

Hours Drawn in 2022 248:50

Hours Drawn in 2023 176:50

Hours Drawn in 2024 (so far) 6:10

Writing

Undertale Fandom

Alphatale Arc 1 Comic Script - Rated Mature ANGST, alternate timeline Currently on: Chapter 4 "Collapse"

Undertale Aladdin AU Multi-chapter - Rated Teen Hurt/comfort, strangers to aovers Currently on: Chapter 1

Death Note Fandom

If you could choose Oneshot - Rated General Cathartic, ghost/afterlife AU Finished

Another New Day Oneshot - Rated Teen Alternate ending AU Finished

A cold spot for tea Oneshot - Rated General Alternate ending AU, semi-continuation of Another New Day WIP

Other Fandoms + Crossovers

AvA/AvM College AU Fandom: AvA / AvM / Alan Becker Multi-chapter - Rated Teen to Mature Fluff, romance, reader X canon Currently on: Chapter 3

Escapism at its Finest (Crossover) Fandom: Death Note + Undertale Multi-chapter - Rated Mature Hurt/comfort, romance and drama Currently on: Chapter 4 "Plotting Phase" and Chapter 12 "Checkmate"

Poppy's DeathTale (Crossover) Fandom: Death Note + Undertale + Poppy Playtime Multi-chapter - Rated Mature Hurt/comfort, character study, mystery, hyperfixations took over and I don't know what happened either Currently on: Chapter 1

Original

War Oneshot - Rated Teen Angst, character study Needs ending, oof

Perspective Multi-chapter - Rated Mature Angst Currently on: Chapter 3 "Overwhelming Curiosity"

Minecraft Journal (Reistmond) Multi-chapter - Rated Teen Literally just me making a story as I play Minecraft lol Currently on: Day 22

[avareadsthings]

about me! 🤍

→ ava, she/her, gemini, always finding hockey men to crush on, i write sometimes, and a florida panthers fan (matthew tkachuk’s girlfriend (real!))

→ currently in my f1 phase.

→ most of my content are reblogs, which you can find under the #avas recs tag!

→ MY WRITING BLOG! @avawritesthings

[bobzombie02]

“I am the weight this town

Is never going to lose

It's been awhile since I've held anything

As close I have you

They'll write about our story here

For years to come

Maybe even more

'Cause there's never been a love like this before”

~Amigo the Devil

Merry Christmas Ava, I love you 🤍