reader who is too afraid to get closer than friends with eddie and volt vs e&v who wholeheartedly want to be closer with them.
when they ask you to stay over for the night, you refuse. not because you don’t want to, but because you’re scared of fucking it up somehow. of it being too weird. they give you a key to the back entrance of the breaker box and you just…never use it.
they have to sit you down and explain that yes, they like you. no, they don’t think you’re weird. and yeah, they do want to date you.
Anonymous asked:
i NEED more freaky date everying posts PLEASE
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Fantasy
Hector x Gn! Reader
A/n: I apologize in advance, but I’ve only been really interested in Hector as he’s the only character that gets me hot and bothered.
W: Porn but there is in fact plot, but we start with porn, Masturbation, Sexual Fantasies, Cumming Untouch, Insecurity, Self Doubt, Angst, Fluff
With every gentle thrust, he watches as white pearls form on his tip and ooze down his hand. He was feverish, wanting nothing but to stop. He was embarrassing himself, he knew that, but he couldn’t stop.
He replayed your conversation earlier in the day with him. From the way your mouth moves to the sound of your voice. He listed over you in a way that was degrading and yet he couldn’t and wouldn’t stop. He kept indulging. He kept coming back to you in the morning while knowing well that his nights were filled with gentle touches he would administer to himself.
He wondered if you’d watch him. If you’d tease him for his desires. What if you thought he was ugly but was good enough to sleep with? Would he be worthy of you? Questions plagued him even in what should have been his most peaceful moments. He wanted nothing more than to be the object of your desire just how you had becomes his.
Hector Valentino Airnesto Condicionado Headcanons
Sfw
• Chubby. Without a doubt this man is chubby. We never really get a good look at Hector without his cardboard box he calls clothes (I love you Hector, please get some actually clothes my love). We can see his body a bit better in his ending and, to me at least, he look very clearly chubby but its also kinda hard to see his body.
• I love his face so much, I can't even describe it. His soft jaw, his slight double chin, his curls, his crooked nose AHHHH- He's so perfect.
• He has some of the best handwriting you've ever seen. His cursive his beautiful but him writing in Spanish is other worldly with how beautiful it looks. I think that he loves to leave you letter and notes for you to find, especially if he knows you're having a hard day.
• Smells sooooo good. I imagine him smelling like hazelnut, cocobutter, and that smell when you turn on the heat for the first time in the winter, that sorta smokey, dusty smell. He's also well groomed. He uses soap, body wash, shampoo, conditioner, and a hair mask every time he takes a shower, and not a five in one.
• He's gives off Phantom of the Opera vibes for sure and I thinks he's definitely written songs for you but I dont think he a good singer. I love him! But that man couldn't sing to save his life, his off tempo and slightly off key. It not his voice that's the problem, just rhythm issues.
• Speaking of Hector's voice, he does occasionally speak to you in his deep voice, especially during intimacy but he get embarrassed talking like that when there isn't a barrier between you and him. I actually like his natural, higher voice despite a lot of people not. If you don't like Hector in his cardboard box, high pitch, double chin form, you dont deserve him as he faceless, mysterious figure in the vents 😤.
• Some of his favorite nicknames for you are "my love" "my darling" "mi amor" "sweet boy" and "my starlight" when he's feel poetic.
Nsft
• Average size. He isn't crazy big but he's not small either. He had dark curls down there that he trims now and then but most let's go wild. VERY sensitive tip that constantly drips pre-cum, no need for lube!
• Switch but mostly a bottom, and definitely a sub even when he tops. If you ask him to be more dominant he will but you're always the one in control over him. He focuses on your pleasure always, please tie him up and make him cum a few times.
• He's loud but very embarrassed about it. He covers his face as tried his best to be quiet but when you pin down his hips to keep him from squirming and thrust so deep you hit his prostate, how can he be quiet? All the objects in the house know about what happened just from Hector. He always tries to talk during sex which get a bit frustrating because he just keeps telling you that he doesn't have to cum and that he'll be okay when he very clearly is about to cum from your touch. Gag him and the moan and whimpers that escape will be ungodly.
• Very open to trying new thing. Bondage? He can tie a good knot and doesn't mind the feeling of control being taken away. Toys? Anything that will make your experience more pleasurable even if they toys are for him. Wax play? Ice cubes? Uh, he might be a bit too into this one...
• Begs. This goes along with how loud he is but he will beg like there is no tomorrow, he is not ashamed to ask for what he wants.
• Aftercare is cleaning each other up and then cuddling. Hector is the little spoon, without a doubt, but he also really likes to read to you afterward when you're all cuddled up in your warm blanket.
First time doing headcanons in years bro, I hope yall like this!!
❝ 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄 ❞
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synopsis: the night grows hot and you stir awake, but as hector watches, you have plans to keep him company.
pairing: hector (date everything) x reader
content, mdni: dark smut, voyeurism, temperature play, obsession/possession, mutual masterbation, pet names, fingering, sorta cum eating/finger sucking
wc: 1.6k
a/n: love this freak—enjoy enjoyyy ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎♡
In little ways, you always knew it was him. The shiver that ran down your spine like a serpent in ice water; the heat blooming in your chest that made summer nights feel jealous—him.
His whispers of devotion catered obsession, but in his absence—it was his silent adoration in the way he served you. Hector lived to see you squirm… gripping your blanket tight against your cold body, your legs rubbing together with the intention for friction. You were everything he dreamed of, and to serve you was his gospel; his programmed prayer; the religion he’d built between your thighs.
The night had grown hot. Your sheets clung to your body, limbs entrapped in white cloth as you squirmed… he was aware. Aware of how you moaned in discomfort, a frown painted across your lovely lips—accompanied by the furrow of your brow. Hector wished to brush it away, to press his thumb against the stress between them.


























