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konigsprinzessin · 2 months

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donnerkeil. part five, yandere!könig x reader

hey! sorry about the hiatus. not proofread. love you all.

mentally, he cursed you for not letting him in. he didn't care. why the hell would he? he would be too focused on you anyways. admittingly, he would've scoped out your apartment to find any thing he might wanna bring with him as a little memory of you. if he were to find your bra or panties casted aside on your bedroom floor he would try his hardest to conceal them within his palm.

his eyes got wide and almost frantically told you that your messy flat was no problem. he wish you would jump in and invite him anyways. he watched you fidget on your phone, asking again from his phone number.

which he gave you and then texting you right after. a few more minutes passed with you far too excited asking when he was free and asking könig questions about his policework.

policework? that's right. he kept his answers light responding with "its confidential". earning cute little laughs from your mouth. you wrapped up the conversation a bit worried that you were wasting his time. "i don't know what the word is english but im responsible for the entire unit and go to most calls because i'm...." he paused, trying to word in in english. he shook his head and spoke very fast in his native language "uh, i'm the top? i don't know how to say this." he laughed nervously. unbeknownst to you, both of these things were lies. his english was that of a native speaker's, hell, his english was probably better than yours. and that "police work" of his wasn't exactly as innocent and naive as he put it, the call about teenagers graffitiing buildings nor the call about the cat stuck under the family car were true. simple lies that made him look like a hero. someone to trust. how doesn't someone trust a giant that helps everyone. it tugged at your heart strings when he told you about an elderly woman that fell victim to an online dating scam- that one got you annoyed in particular, feeling enraged on behalf of some older woman that didn't exist nor did he save from wire fraud. he made all of it up to gain your trust. he wanted you to believe he was the local police chief with no hard crimes such as murder or rape to deal with. you admired this. the first outsider you meet is an older, native austrian working with the police helping and saving people.

that was charm. charming to you.

"well, if you give me a few hours i would be able to meet up tonight for drinks, im sure theres a bar nearby." you laughed as you handed his black cased phone back to him. you thought the suave was radiating off you, asking him out so calmly without fidgeting or shaking. you'd be thinking about him all day.

könig didn't want to wait. he wanted to push you back in the door where you'd fall on your ass and struggle to get up to defend yourself. even if you kicked and shoved you would be no match for his taller and bulkier frame. you were short and petite, without a weapon you were a frail mouse with no defense. even if locks were on the doors, he had a bobby pin laying about. he made a mental note of the locks and if needed, how he could make his way in.

not now. and not tonight. he would have to give it a few weeks for the chemistry to brew and bake until you felt comfortable with him. he knew his physique in itself was intimidating- which he loved to use to his own advantage.

"yes, of couse! although i have to be in the office early tomorrow so i can not be out until 3 or 4 in the morning." he had training at that time. if he wasn't asleep by midnight he would be an agitated mess at the gym. he had recently acquired a handful of new recruits that he would need to train this week. all the paperwork had been filled and finished last week so now the physical workouts called. he was curious to see how many would dropout within this week- maybe he would tell you that to fit along with his policeman job like an average civilian not a colonel from what some believed to be a terrorist group.

you hummed in response. "new recruits i have to train, i am curious to see how many will leave in the following weeks." he exhaled. knowing his time was running out and he would need to leave your doorstep. last thing he needed to do was give you the creeps and make you worried. you smiled at his comment, letting out a small chuckle.

"i hope they all stay, you seem to be a good trainer." you closed your eyes, crows feet appearing around your temporarily closed eyes. "you have a lot of muscle. that's something to be proud of, i can barely move my boxes around."

"ah, thank you, (y/n), i know for some it can be hard to stay focused and work out every day. it takes viel bestimmung oder ausdauer" he laughed, apologizing for not knowing the words in english. secretly, he hoped you would know but another part of him hoped not. he was cruel and calculated, he would keep you locked away and speak only in german and watch as you become more and more confused, frustrated and scared with the language barrier. just that thought made his heart pound a little faster. he didn't want to torture you- rather scare you into obedience and submission. as long he didn't physically hurt you then there was no harm in what he intended on doing. he reminded himself that and repeated it again to keep his head on straight. "and i can help you with the boxes, i don't want you to hurt yourself."

your eyes brightened at this idea. a godsend, you thought. you dreaded those boxes stuffed in the corner of your room. it was quite the eye soar and bothered you. the boys that lived above you were nice enough to help you move all of your stuff in, besides the heavier things like the entire refrigerator or microwave which you surely weren't able to install nor the heavier boxes filled with a myriad of trinkets.

"i didn't feel like brining half of the stuff in the boxes and coming back downstairs. it would take me too long." you sighed, scratching the side of your cheek. "i also have to install the microwave and fridge and i still have to call the maintenance guys." you half laughed partly out of embarrassment, still smiling nonetheless.

könig laughed at how flustered you looked with your cheeks turning into a bright pink. it reminded him of rose flowers. "i don't mind doing all of that right now for you, (y/n). only if you have time." with this he realized that you literally just have moved in. how could you not have these things set up by now? he was going to take you before any of the locals realized that you were settled down and lived there.

"well, i certainly do." you opened the door a bit wider for him. you sat the bread basket down on a high table adorned with your housekeys, a dish filled with rocks and photo of who he assumed was your family back home. he watched you slip off your flats, grab the basket and walk into what he guessed was your kitched. he also followed suit with his shoes not trying to be rude or give you any hint that he was off. you met him no longer than two hours ago and he was alone with you in your fucking house. gently, he placed both of his shoes side by side thinking how stupid you were. imagine, if he was malicious or had a gun? you would be robbed and dead by now. yet, you were a caring little thing. too innocent for this world. too innocent for him. all he had to do was rush you and choke you until you were unconscious and figure out a way to get out. he began to seriously contemplate thing noting the door behind him and the slightly open windows letting a draft in with open blinds as he made he way behind you.

there you stood, back to him with your hands on your hips. the refrigerator was laid horizontally on the wooden floor. granted, it was a small apartment but it could fit two people. it was most definitely built for students. the microwave laid door up on the kitchen countertop. könig found solace in how normal this all was, like he was an old friend using his muscle to help you move in or a couple just moving into a new apartment. he enjoyed the ladder more than the former by a longshot.

"im thinking the fridge goes here." you motioned to an empty spot in the kitchenette next to a plus, undoubtedly where the old tenants had it. könig watched you slide around with your white ankle socks on. he was jolting every few minutes with a primal instinct to cover your mouth and threaten to kill you if you didn't comply. he would never hurt you, just empty threats to keep you from running or screaming...or both. könig's mind went blank responding with nods and hums as you talked about where the fucking microwave should go. you should go, go with him to his place on the other side of the city. he only came back into reality when you struggled to pick up the metal microwave, which was too heavy for your little bones to carry. he thought how stupid he must've looked...how creepy he must've looked as you picked the metal up with him solely staring at you.

#mw2 #(y/n)#konig x reader #könig #könig mw #könig mw2 #yandere! könig #yandere! könig x reader #part 5???

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bunnyluvs-blog · 1 year

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"Who do u love" "I love Gyu"

Gamer!Beomgyu x roomate reader, non-idol au

Tags -- Fluff, irl games, Make out session, cuddles, cod, gyu is a rage quiter

"WOOOO HEADSHOT" You could hear even if you were actually there. If was your lovely and oh so quiet roomate, Choi Beomgyu. The biggest nerd youve ever seen. He was dorky with his messy dark brown hair. If he wasnt busy playing games he was working or napping. Often falling asleep on the couch after watching a whole series of k-dramas. However dispite all of this, you found him to be darling. The chocolate haired boy never failed to put a smile on your face as he would smile at you when you brought him food during his midnight gaming sessions.

It was 10pm on a friday, which is a normal gaming beomgyu hour. You were at the gas station picking up some extra snacks for you and beomgyu. He paid just a little bit more then you for rent so it was the least you could do. You walked around the aisles, your phone lights up with a message.

beargyu !: "Can u pick up some sour patch kids plsss 🤤"

Y/n: "yes i can anything else ?"

beargyu !: "A MONSTER 👹"

Y/n: "original im assuming"

beargyu !: "u know me sm OK BYE"

You close your phone and pick of the sour patch kids and two monsters. Last time you only brought one beomgyu got mad because he didnt have one for the morning. Now you always get 2 monsters for him. You actually have a list on your notes app for all the stuff he gets from different places. Down to the amount of pickles he wants on his burger. You start heading back to the apartment. Its not far from where you and beomgyu live so you often just walk.

You get back home and place your keys down and kick off your shoes, placing the snacks on the counter. You could already tell he was playing Modern Warfare just by the noises the TV was making. You lay on the couch for a bit. Too tired to really move around. You were a sleepy girl, not much someone can do there, well besides sleep. Which is what you did for about 15 minutes before your phone was being blown up by beomgyu telling you to hurry up. For all he knew you were still at the Corner store buying him snacks. Sitting up and stretching for a bit, you got up to grab the snacks.

You made him some Mac n cheese so he could have real food and not just snacks. For some weird reason the owners if the apartment never thought it was a good idea to get a modern day stove, so it takes 25 whole minutes just for the water to boil a bit. and whole 40 minutes later, it was ready. You got the bowl of mac n cheese and his monster and knocked on the door before opening it. And there he was, your adorable roomate yelling at the TV because some kid shot him. Placing the food down on the table you tapped him softly. "Gyu i made you food so you dont starve yourself mk?" He looks at you brightly as if you were a genie from a bottle and closes his game. He never liked to game and eat, something about the food being too good he doesnt do his best. "Thank you! Your the best, omg you even got the right shape for the noodles. Its like you were made for me" He says, smiling widely before taking a big bite of the food. All you could do was smile.

Once he finished he put his bowl away in the sink then headed straight back to gaming. By now it was almost 12 and beomgyu was still gaming away. Yoy thought too bring the sour patch kids he asked for. Putting them in a bowl so he doesnt have to dig around for them, and removing all the yellow ones. Beomgyu never liked the yellow sour patch even though you loved them. You brought the candy to beomgyu, as he turns to look at you as he flashes his one of a kind smile. It makes your heart flutter like it always does. "Y/N you have my candyyy ugh howd you know i was craving them right now" He ask but its not really a question, you just smile and giggle. "Im just magic" you said to him "You're welcomeee" you say leaving the room. "Thank you, love you" He replied. Which made your heart stop. You had always had a little crush on Beomgyu if it wasnt clear as day. He was exactly your type and he was major cute. You never wanted to act on it though incease he didnt feel the same and one of you would have to move out because of your feelings.

You chose not to think about it. Maybe it just slipped out, Friends say i love you all the time, he probably wasnt even thinking. You scroll through your phone for about half an hour before you hear an angry scream and a door slamming, along with a very pouty beomgyu. He sits next to you pn the couch with a loud huff sound. "Oh no what happned" you say with a sorry look. "Some 12 year old just killed me in overwatch, he was actually cheating and he got the play of the game!" Poor gyu you thought for a bit before he laid ontop of you. He always does this when he loses a game. He comes to you with that adorable pouty face and cuddles you. "Is there anything i can do to make you feel better" you said softly, messing with his hair. It goes quiet for a bit and you think he's fallen asleep when you here. "You could kiss me" What. The words leave his mouth and all of a sudden your at a loss for words. He just said you could kiss him, AND IT WOULD MAKE HIM FEEL BETTER? "Only if you want me to.." you say softly in return. And that was all beomgyu needed before he shuffled up and planted a quick kiss on your lips.

Both of your faces turned red, beomgyus ears turning the same shade as well. Next thing you knew, you kissed him, deeper and more passionate this time. He returned the kiss putting his hands on your waist. Wrapping your arms around his neck. Your lips moved in sync with one another. Passion and romance filled the room. Beomgyu licked your lips as a way to ask to add tongue to the kisses, and you happily open up your mouth a bit to let him in. These kisses last for what seems only a fee minutes, but you both stop due to the fact that air is needed to be alive.

"Idk ive just always had feelings for you" he said softly, "I mean how could i not, your so pretty and sweet, and loveable. Your eyes are so soft, and you always seem to just know me its amazing." He lets his thoughts run free from his brain to his mouth. And you dont mind. "Like you get me food and hold me when in sad, you never judge me. You take out the yellow sour patch even thought i do like them, i just tell you to take them out so you can eat them because i know theyre your favorite. But i told you i didnt like them once, and that was 6 months ago" You couldnt help but giggle and give him another kiss. "Oh gyu your so silly, thats one of the main reasons i fell for you" you say smiling and plant a kiss on his forehead. You were so happy, nothing else was said that night as you and beomgyu fell asleep on the couch, not caring what back problems came the next day

#x reader #beomgyu #txt #txt x reader #fluff #txt fluff #beomgyu x reader #tomorrow x together

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quodekash · 1 year

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tis friday night, aka the third night in a row im staying up past midnight for a bl and its gonna be like this for the next five weeks so id better get used to the exhaustion (send help), aka ABAAB NIGHT LETS GOOO

threezo my lovelies pls exist this episode

did he get prettier over the last week or did i just forget what he looks like

bc either way this man is very pretty

suspector #1

suspector #2

jack as a gossip icon was a pleasant surprise in this show but im living for it

bro there so tender with each other im gonna cry

i think i forgot what everyone looked like cos every single character feels 10x prettier than they already were (and everyone was already at optimum pretty) and i love it

i love how much more casual gun has become with his employees, it makes me happy

BOY

MY BOY

MY BOY WITH THE EYEBROWS

HELLO DRAKE HOW ARE YOU ON THIS FINE FRIDAY (typing this out at literally 11:59pm so its still friday)

okay its now wednesday but HOW ARE YOU DRAKA SATTABUT LAEDEKE, ILY

his luscious eyebrows are furrowed

in anger

he is angry

ah shoot pls chill bro

MY BOYS THREEZO HELLO

hell yes flashback time, lets get a good insight into the characters so that we can aggressively analyse them later

they always looks so comfy with each other what the hell

bRO you fell asleep ON THE BEACH?? what if high tide had caught up to them? they wouldve drowned in their sleep

nice visual (but soundwin did it first btw)

there are people already swimming.

these people walked past these two grown-ass men sleeping on the sand on the beach, fast asleep, in formal button-up shirts, where theyd clearly been all night. and no one said anything.

you can do it you luscious locked lovely boi, i believe in you

(you thought you were free from the obsession of the hair but you were WRONG, his hair is now and forever and always and all of time)

im just now noticing his earrings, that's awesome

the hair look at the hair look at his hair i love his hair

FLUFFY FLUFFY HAIR

THREEZOTHREEZO

i love them i love them i love them i love them

THE LAYERS TO THIS

HIS SERIOUS EXPRESSION

SAYING 'MY BOYFRIEND ZO' INSTEAD OF JUST ZO, SO THAT EVERYONE KNOWS THEYRE DATING JUST IN CASE ANYONE FORGOT

AND KNOWING ZO'S FAVOURITE RJIDGFNRN

absolutely he does

IM DYING

i freaking love jack so much

he knows what's going on between them. and he loves and appreciates and accepts it, but he's been getting so much pressure from the other workers to talk to cher because theyre friends, and he doesnt want to invade but he doesn't want anything bad to happen to either his friend or his boss

why is the man so pretty

i genuinely dont understand it, this man and his hair are so pretty

"i used to have a lover too. i know how painful it is to lose someone." BRO WHAT THE HELL??? WE WERE NOT TOLD THIS INFORMATION, PLEASE EXPAND UPON THIS

snack is good. yummy nom noms. eat them eat them you eat them and then poop them out yum yum yum

i need to go to bed

i love him probably too much

BISEXUAL SITTING??

noooo we barely got any threezo todayyy (if i were more awake id be outraged by this but im having trouble just keeping my head up so i'll get to that anger in the morning)

im surprised we didnt get a sponsorship for cleaning gun's punch wound

anyway ive been on the verge of falling asleep this whole episode so im gonna go to sleep now and hopefully catch up on three days of not-enough-sleep

goodnight folks!

#quodekash rambles about abaab #abaab #a boss and a babe #a boss and a babe series #a boss and a babe the series #guncher #chergun #forcebook #threezo #zothree #ohmfluke #flukeohm #ohm thiphakorn #fluke pusit #force jiratchapong #book kasidet #mike chinnarat #jack's almighty curly hair #drake sattabut's almighty eyebrows

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years

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it is midnight and that means its saturday so i am here for my matchup 🤭 in all honesty i have been wanting to request one from u for so long bc i love the way u write your matchups loll, but ANYWAYS! could i pls get a haikyuu matchup? i go by she/her, im straight nd i’d like a romantic matchup 🫡 so im like 5’2 i think, dyed black hair (goes a bit past my shoulders and my natural color is brown), brown eyes, and i have a lot of freckles on my face. i have my septum and both sides of my nose pierced along with a few ear piercings.im an ambivert so how i act definitely depends on the environment im in but with the right people im very outgoing (very chatty lol). but my social battery also gets drained v fast so after big social gatherings i need some time to recover (usually recovering = taking a long nap). i get really snappy if i my social battery is drained so the whole recovery thing is v important lmao. i am also a very sleepy person, my friends like to joke that im chronically tired lmfao, i take naps almost every day and if im in a car, sitting down in class or doing something like that i probably will fall asleep. i cannot control it T_T i also trip, run into things, drop things, etc. all the time. my house could be dead silent and then out of nowhere u just hear a crash and “what the fuck” yea thats me sorry 🤫🤫 i also like to tease ppl a lot, not in a flirty way more like in a provoking way (i cant flirt i have 0 rizz). moving on!! some things i look for in a relationship r someone who can be patient with me and dont mind reassuring (if they do it without me asking its 100x better). i love when show theyre thinking abt me through little things like “oh i was at the store and i saw your fav candy so i picked it up” or “i saw your favorite flowers on my walk home and thought of you” id cry. also someone who isnt afraid to show they care (not in a sense of like pda but moreso they arent too prideful to do dumb stuff like dance with u at 2 am in the kitchen). anyways my type! they dont have to be like 7ft tall but maybe 5’9 or 5’10 +. i like funny guys but not funny at the expense of others. i also really like guys that are able to actually respect me as a person. i pride myself on being really smart and mature (when i need to be lol) and i genuinely would not be able to stand someone that saw me as any less than that. OK MOVING ON! hobbies/ interests! i love music. so much. music is my creative outlet and how i express myself. i annotate song lyrics. i connect with music through personal experience its just so so important to me. i am learning how to play the electric guitar so i can connect with it even more. my favorite artists rn are the 1975, mitski, ptv and sleeping with sirens:p although im always open to expanding my music taste!! i also like to play some video games(obsessed with animal crossing lately lol). aand my love language is words of affirmation. sorry if this is really long T_T and if you dont get to this no biggy but if you do tsym!<3

WHEN I TELL YOU THIS MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD THIS MORNING LMFAOOOOO. and that little note at the beginning is so sweet! i am so glad i am able to do a matchup for you anon!! okay, so i have a perfect little dude for you, but it may be random so bear with me. i love this man, so i hope you do too!

the character I chose for you is...

KEISHIN UKAI!!!

OKAY

HEAR ME OUT!

ukai is flippin hot

i would love to be in your shoes

(he's my fav haikyuu character besides tanaka, so you're lucky frrr)

he would love your piercings

he's a piercing fella himself (he's what made me want to get my second ear piercings lmfaoooo)

like he thinks it's high key hot

he's also an ambrivert, so both of your personalities match up really well

he is totally understanding of your drained social battery (plus, he gets the same way) so he'll just let you nap while he works or leave you alone if needed

WILL 100% TAKE NAPS WITH YOU

like will hold you in his arms and nap a whole day away when he gets the day off

you will always knock over things in his shop and he'll just laugh or wait for you to pick it up while dead staring at you lmfaoooo

he'll definitely know if you walk in when he hears a whole ass display get knocked over

he thinks it's cute when you tease him even if you say it isnt about flirting, his dumbass thinks it is which is fine by you so you can tease him more often

the real reason i picked this guy is because of what you said about him bringing you things that made him think of you

like this man will roll up with a chocolate bar and shove it in your hand with a pile of chips shoved in his mouth and say "I thought of you today at the store and grabbed this"

he doesnt see it as much, but you are over the moon about it

when he finds out about how much you love it, he will keep doing it

he is very patient and caring for you and literally only has eyes for you

he also always gets you to laugh, which always makes his day

please play music for him

he will have heart shaped eyes if you do

he will 100% play videogames with you, but you have to teach him how to play half of the time lmfaoooo

he will always tell you how much he loves you and how pretty and amazing you are frfr

if you go to any of his practices or games when he is coaching, he will brag about you

(i am so sorry this took so long i forgot it was in my drafts. i hope you love it nonetheless though!!!)

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matchup rules --- pinned post

@tonberry-yoda

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drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 2 years

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➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖

Chapter 7 - Long days, short nights. Episode 1.

Evan: The following week was a mix of diving in Andy and denying my growing feelings for him. I was falling for him, and deep down I already knew. The days were long and hard to get through, trying to keep my distance, but at the same time wanting to be there for him as a person to lean on. The nights were always too short. The time where we truly came alive. Once everyone had gone to bed and were sound asleep, I felt relaxed enough to give into my desire to be with him. We were quickly growing into lovers, there were still no sex between us, but it was getting harder to deny the thought crossed me at least a couple of times per day. Could I? Should I? Once I had ended up letting him unbotton my pants as they had become too tight in the groin area from kissing him, but when he had let a hand slide inside my open pants, fear had once again overwhelmed me, and I had ended up leaving him alone and sweaty in bed. Not my finest moment I have to say, specially cause I following had locked myself up in the barn, drinking till I had passed out. A night I would really like to rewind now as I lay here thinking about it. He was so perfect, gentle, patient, and I just stuck my tail between my legs and ran. I was suddenly scared of a guy I had called my best friend the past 14 years. And for what? Had he touched me more than he did, I would have figured I liked it. And so what? Really? It all seems stupid and childish now. But then again, I do still hide. There's still things I dont dare to do. There's still things he doesnt dare to do. Im still new to this, and so is he. A few days after Christmas we had all driven accross country to the new town we had all decided to settle down in. For reasons I still havent gotten around to explain, we had to uproot our life and start over, lets just call it witness protection for now, although its far more complicated, and half of the people that ever were to hear about it, probably wouldnt believe much of it anyway. But the new town looked nice, at least what we could see of it since it was all covered in snow. And my new house was located up a mountain side, right next to Congo and Andy's. We had used a few days getting settled in, Andy's parents had had to sleep in a guestroom, as the house they were supposed to take over had been slightly delayed, so Andy and I still had to keep a great distance in the daylight. Not to mention I still didnt feel like sharing much with Congo anyway, let alone letting him see Andy and I kiss. I preffered everything to stay as invisible as possible, but what wasnt invisible was my growing desire towards Andy. It was New Years eve I finally gave in. It was just past midnight, everybody was at a great mood, dancing, singing, the new year had come and we were all alive and well. We had managed to put a bad year behind us, and come out on the other side. So to say that we were celebrating were an understatement. I had been deep in conversation with Andy's dad for a while, talking about when Andy and I were younger, all the funny memories were being tossed and turned between us, and the mood was high.

#Yeah it's super short again #sowwy #it's fucking Tumblr I swear!!!#unicornmanes #Evan Thompson #Congo Shaw

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hyunjinspark · 2 years

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Hi Jade, this is Ciel ~ How are you doing, dear?

I hope adressing you by your name isn't uncomfortable for you. It's been quite some time since I sent my message, right? I don't always read every ask, since I mainly go on tumblr past midnight, reading helps me fall asleep. But I do read some of them, and I'm overjoyed to see so many people enjoy your writing. It is, indeed, quite the find among the sea on tumblr (not to lesser anyone else's work!).

I'm sure I told you already how I find your way with words so enchanting. It's always a pleasure for me to read you, one day, I even went back and reread everything of Only Fools. I know I am not most interactive reader, I apologize for that, but do be sure I always pay attention to your updates. As of now, I've read part 12 thrice, and will read it one last time before the next chapter comes out. I love every details and how diligent to your book you are. Even with angst, I feel a certain warmth and comfort while reading. Once again, I find your words and feelings pure in your chapters, and the love you express for Hyunjin is enamoring in itself, as we can feel how much attention and care you have for him behind those words. The way you characterise him is beautiful. I'll lay down my words for part 12 in a reblog, soon enough, after a fourth read!

Now, my thought on deadlines. I demand, stop apologizing, and don't force a deadline on yourself. We, as readers, only want your well-being first and foremost. We enjoy your work, because you enjoy writing it; it's when you pass your emotions and thoughts to us that we enjoy it the most, even if we have to wait a long, it doesn't matter. Waiting is part of the game; I believe the more fidgety we get to know what's coming next, the more we are to feel ecstatic all throughout the reading. It even sparks the need to go back to it numerous times, you can't grasp every details in one.

As well, I want to share on university. I'm on a year-break right now, after three years of attendance, I know how it gets, even if our educational systems are quite different. What I can say is, try to stay healthy, if you feel burnout take a step back, and don't force work on yourself, sometimes going back to it later is worth more and easier.

I'm unsure I've said everything I wanted to, but the main ideas are here. Take care of yourself, once again, waiting is part of the deal, and we are happier knowing you're doing well, instead of trying to do so much at once and stress yourself. I hope my words don't seem too uptight, I believe a wonderful writer deserves charming words as well. As well, english isn't my first language, and I may lack vocabulary to make it shine the way I'd like to.

Oh, one last thing! Last time, I forgot to ask to be added to the taglist, if you kindly will, I'd love to be notified too. As much as I love the suspense when I hop on tumblr and find a new chapter for any fanfic I follow, the fear of missing one is also there!

With care,

Ciel

oh my god ciel, you always make my day with your messages !! this ask is so sweet and i love you. its been quiet a while since ive seen you around and i missed you, im so glad people enjoy my writing too 🥺

you’ve read it thrice ? thank you 😭 for dedicating so much time to my story and im very glad i can make you feel warm even amongst the angst.

thank you so so much, i feel like this reply is just gonna be me saying thank you, but thank you for thinking the way i write and view hyun is enamouring. creating his character has honestly been so fun and exploring that personality is so comforting. i can’t wait for your thoughts on part 12!

and honestly, im used to this kind of university sustem since i had it in my undergraduate as well and usually was able to balance my life, uni and other things but everything is so much harder now since every art project we produce has to be a certain level 😫 i know what you mean about burnout, and im wary of that definitely because for studying art i feel like i have to stay inspired all the time to produce good projects, and then keep that inspiration throughout everything. it can definitely be stressful.

you’re so kind, don’t worry that doesn’t sound uptight at all. its very caring of you and im genuinely surprised you care so much☹️ take care ciel, and i’ll definitely add you to the taglist !

#💌 jade mail #star lost with you

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hi!! gosh i'm so glad it didn't seem this way, sometimes i say things and i worry a lot how they come across (it's the overthinking mixed with good ol' 'tism fsnfds) like "oh god what if it sounded subtly manipulative, what if i give off bad vibes, what if im making them uncomfortable" etc etc like. god. fgsdh so i actually appreciate the honesty and assurance that you'd told me if i did something out of the line! fhsdk i think that's a good thing you don't force yourself! it means you're honest with others and yourself and that's a great thing! :D

also im happy you don't feel obligated to make aspect playlists because it's legit one of my fave hobbies so it's nice to share this passion! :D and i already sent you ask with my opinion about your started playlists but it bares repeating that i love what you've got so far!!!

oh we're oversharing? don't mind if i do too! fhsdjl (i can't send pictures on anon but i can still copy my results!) Warmth 26% Intellect 50% Emotional Stability 26% Aggressiveness 38% Liveliness 14% Dutifulness 54% Social Assertiveness 26% Sensitivity 74% Paranoia 66% Abstractness 90% Introversion 30% Anxiety 86% Openmindedness 54% Independence 90% Perfectionism 26% Tension 46% it's so funny to me that according to this quiz we're basically polar opposites in Warmth, Aggressiveness, Social Assertiveness and Perfectionism 😭 also your scores are more like- in the middle? while i have mainly extremes? which im pretty sure is saying something! fhdfjlsdk

i think you once briefly mentioned you were at Barns Courtney concert once but without any details! i'm so jelous i love Courtney so much! 99 is great song and oh, to have a t shirt with its lyrics! which lyric specifically is there??? 👀

Valley of the Dolls is such a good song and you're so right, it also IS SO GENDER FHDSJK and here, the Void playlist! :D Ghost by Mystery Skulls Everything Black by Unlike Pluto Dawn of Man by Michael Guy Bowman We Are The Universe by Pink Elefants Skeleton by Set It Off Midnight Thoughts by Set It Off Queen of Nothing by Elliot Lee Dance in the Dark by Au/Ra ECHO by CrusherP Ghost by Tris Mikal Circles by KIRA dark hour by DEMONDICE Tranz by Gorillaz The Underground by 8 Graves x Unlike Pluto OK by 8 Graves awake at night by halfalivea Cannonball by Barns Courtney Valley Of The Dolls by Marina And The Diamonds Body by Mother Mother Ghosting by Mother Mother (with void i remember having a talk with my friend where we were trying to make void more cheerful because "just because it's void it doesn't have to be sad" but uh, i don't think we succeeded here fgsdj)

and oh boy, the whole rage playlist? i don't know if it's super, super long, but there's a looot more here than in the rest of our playlists fgsdjk (also it's kind of edgy but i think it comes with territory here fhdsjk) but since you aksed, here it is! :D Rage: Judged by Billy Talent Light 'Em Up by Fall Out Boy Raging on a Sunday by Bohnes Dark Side by Blind Channel Not Afraid To Die by Written By Wolves Cynics & Critics by Icon for Hire The Pretender by Foo Fighters Wolf in Sheep's Clothing by Set It Off It All Adds Up by Shinedown Kings and Clones by We Are The Empty Jericho by Celldweller One For The Money by Escape the Fate Riot by Three Days Grace You're Going Down by Sick Puppies GASOLINE by Måneskin KULT by Steve Aoki Stick Up by grandson Amerika by Rammstein Survivalism by Nine Inch Nails Eyeless by Slipknot Totally Spies by Lead Horizon devil may care by Fae Gun In My Hand by Dorothy Boohoo Baby by Snaggletooth BLOODMONEY by Poppy STFU by Rina Sawayama Angry Too by Lola Blanc Two Face (Dark Version) by Jake Daniels Sometimes by Nick Lutsko Wrecking Ball by Mother Mother Villains, Pt. 1 by Emma Blackery In The Next Life by Kim Petras Madness by Ruelle Seven Devils by Florence + the Machine Tot Musica by Ado (in general i automatically sorted songs by similar vibes/genres but since it's rage me and my friend kind of intended for this playlist to be played on shuffle, it has to be unpredictable!)

ohh yeah, as a heart player that's also aromantic seeing so many interpretations of Heart as basically Romance Aspect felt so alienating 😭 everyone was giving such flimsy arguments too! "oh it's because Nepeta loves shipping/romance and Dirk has messy romantic life and Heart is about emotions and what's more emotional than romance" etc etc and it presents it as if people can't have intense emotions about their friends, i hate this automatic putting romance on some sort of pedestal but that's general problem, not only homestuck specific fgsdjk but also it's wild to me when people try to act as if the rest of the cast didn't have messy romantic lives, most of them had, Romance is not Heart locked in the comic! so even then this argument doesn't make sense! if we'd have to make any aspect being about Romance i'd choose rather Hope or Light, based on what was happening in the comic but I don't see anybody locking Romance into these aspects because they aren't heart-shaped and pink ☹ oh my god, excuse me, this turned into a rant i just have a lot of Feelings about this fgsdjfkl;fsdhgj but here's our Heart playlist! gdsfjl: Copycat by CircusP TV Head by Elliot Lee Human by Anavae O My Heart by Mother Mother Maurice's Monsters by Small Leaks Sink Ships Mystery to Myself by Brick + Mortar Love Like You by Rebecca Sugar still feel. by half•alive Sick of the Silence by Mother Mother Monster by Imagine Dragons Tak… Tak… To Ja by Obywatel G.C. Not Your Kind of People by Garbage Theatre by Icon For Hire Dance With My Demons by Blame My Youth Metamorphosis by Penny Parker So Am I by Ava Max Soulmate by Lizzo I'm Good The Mowgli's Who I Am by The Score The Masquerade by Go! Child (with heart i kind of wanted to create a some sort of story of a heart player not being sure of their identity/not liking themselves/not understanding their emotions but then slowly accepting and becoming sure of themselves :D it's so important to me for this playlist to end with The Masquerade too fsdgfsdgfh)

oh about the Life playlist! i'm glad you liked these songs! if you liked Ado she has a lot of great songs and such a great and powerful voice! and the animations in her songs just- chef's kiss :D also me and my friend were going for a very specific vibe here! like, sometimes i think about specific type of player while i make aspect playlists, for example, we have 2 playlists for light, one with general idea of Light and a second one for like- a very Vriska type of light player where we focus more about the spotlight and the need to be on the foreground of the story fgsdfjk: Monster by KIRA Candle Queen by GHOST Primadonna Girl by Marina etc. so with this specific Life playlist we were going with a interpretation of Life player that goes to the top and aims for success and wealth, kind of like Meenah or HIC fgdsjkf but うっせぇわ by Ado for Aggretsuko… god, now I can't unsee this! fhdsfjk

OMG pls do the classpect theories for the spiderverse characters when you feel up to it i'd be so down to read them!!! :O

fgasdjfklakhs thank you for indulging me with my aspect playlists!! fgsdjk

ooh maybe if we put it into homestuck narrative, it could be read like- you changing since you identified as a Witch of Void as your Witch powers evolving to the point where you seamlessly can manipulate void into light! that'd be cool, could mean you basically leveled up! fsdgfjk of course you still can choose the other two options too! that's the beauty of classpects, under certain circumstances and under certain interpretations so many classpects could fit one person fhsdjkfds you know! once i found in classpect community there was a system that's like- they had one Main Classpect and sub-aspect! like, I mainly identify with Page of Heart but my sub-classpect could be Page of Light (or sub-subclasspect Page of Rage fhsdj) i think it's a nice system for the undecided! :D and i'd be actually very interested in hearing why and how do you relate to these three titles! if you feel like it, of course!

you used to consider page of heart too? that's wild im shaking ur hand! 🤝 :D but what does this classpect means to me hmm you know how pages start with deficit in their aspect even though they think they are full of it and that inspires others into helping pages with their aspect and also that they have endless potential but their journey is extremely slow? yeah that's me with a lot of aspects actually but heart is the strongest here fgsdajkf oh boy do i have a land fdgsfjlas it's Land of Trilliums and Static! (according to the internet, Trilliums symbolize consciousness btw!) LoTaS from the space looks like a funny mirror version of Earth, the grass is pink and water pastel blue, the whole planet seems to be pulsing with red light but on the ground everything looks mostly normal, outside of unusual colors. water is normal, fauna is normal, everything seems ok and almost like our earth with a small exception the planet is almost DROWNING in early stage Trilliums and all these flowers are stuck in a white noise, unmoving and stagnant, lost what to do without a Signal. in the middle of big ocean there's a big tower that can be seen even from cosmos, it pulses with bright red light as well. the main quest is to bring back the signal to the planet so the Trilliums can get out of the static and make them grow and develop fingerguns do YOU have a Land per chance??? 👀👀

ooh what's on my dream list? i think Rammstein is probably at the top of bands i'd love to see! (i had an opportunity once but i didn't take it and i'm still so sad when i think about it fgdsjfksd) maybe Mother Mother? Imagine Dragons, Billy Talent, The Score, Barns Courtney, Måneskin, Metric and Fall Out Boy would be cool also i think, just from the top of my head! :D awh then i hope you'll be able to see at least 60% of these artists!! and there's always time to decide, gender presentation can get complicated sometimes fsdjk the most important thing is to feel comfy with it i reckon!

your grandmother knew what it was all about, that's the only thing you really need to live in foreign country fgsdjkf oooh french, do you remember something from school? 👀 (you mentioned that german sounds weird to you and i think i can honestly say french sounds weird to me btw fgdsjk) and hungarian! :O why did you decide to learn hungarian if i can ask? im curious because it's not the language i usually see people want to learn fhsdjkl and how's the learning? i heard that slavic languages can be hard to learn for english native speakers! for me i can confidently say i am bilingulal, my mother language + english (even though some of english grammar still baffles me ;v;) but outside of that i can't say i know any other language as good, i know some german, a tiny bit of italian and maybe microscopic bit of japanese but certainly not enough to have a comfortable conversation 😔

AND OH BOY THIS ANIMATIC IS FDHSGFJLKSD A LOT HM. OK!!! so- it's supposed to be like the No Mercy Run, it starts with Reset button being clicked during this brief moment before the counting starts, then on "Eins" we see Frisk killing the first monster leaving dust behind, they do that on every count, so like: on Eins - Froggit, Zwei - Whimsun, Drei - Toriel, Vier - Snowdrake, Fünf - Doggo, Sechs - Dog Marriage, Sieben - Papyrus, Acht - Shyren, Neun - Dummy, just going through the world, killing without any thought, easily, and on "aus" we get to the Monster Kid, trying to kill em and here comes Undyne the Undying, then on the first "drop" in the song i wanted for the fight to begin, Frisk failing, getting killed left and right, resetting constantly. then when singing starts again at "Everyone is waiting for the light" Frisk is slightly glowing, through the first verse Frisk's getting better and better at the fight. when the chorus starts with each count Frisk lies an attack and in the meanwhile while Undyne starts melting, on Vier Undyne turns to dust, then on "here comes the sun" and during second verse we can see Frisk ominously walking through the underground, there's something akin to a halo around their head, they kill more monsters until they stand before sans. this time on each count Frisk gets killed by sans, and where there are words after the count ("here comes the sun", "it is the brightest star of them all") we can see glimpses to the pacifist route. during verse 3 we basically can see Frisk talking to sans during singing, visuals kind of almost literally showing what is being sung. then! on the count from one to three Frisk's getting closer to killing him, on five they do, then on six they get to asgore, on seven flowey dies, on eight and nine Frisk and Chara stand against each other, the light goes to Chara and Frisk gets killed and then, when there's this feminine vocalization at the end we are stuck in the complete blackness and that is a rough draft of my very edgy animatic of No Mercy run fgdsjkfsdfhl let the cringe consume me!!!!

and you know, i can't blame you for this being a red flag for you fgdsjkf trust me even people from outside of america can still be so WEIRD about german culture UGHHHH in one of Rammstein's official videos from their song Deutschalnd (which predictably is about germany) they cast a black woman as a personification of their country and you can imagine how normal (heavy sarcasm) certain fans were about it :') but i can't say i'm that surprised, this band is openly left leaning and yet people will find a way to completely miss this fact somehow ;; but you know, honestly i think the main reason why my top metal bands are german is because i think this language sounds great in this genre fgsdjk i know very little about german culture, even with family there fgshkf outside of metal i don't listen to german too much, i think the only other artist that's german i listen to is Kim Petras and even she sings mostly in english

and ok then! :D i already included 3 rather long playlists so i'm not going to write more here but maybe in other ask i will try~

and pls don't apologize for the lenghth i love reading your answers so much! also this time i wrote even more i feel like so you know fsdgjk sending much love!

music anon 🎶

you are so good anon dw dw!! i'm also like, a pretty patient person in general, so it takes a lot for me to get annoyed with someone to begin with :0 also like, i've learned a lot from past friendships/relationships that i dont want to lie about how i'm feeling. i think it is a disservice not only to myself, but to others.

anyhow, YES, ASPECT PLAYLISTS (AND AS YOU KNOW BY NOW, CLASS PLAYLISTS!!!) absolutely not an obligation!!! to skip down in your ask a little bit -- i listened to yours!!! the vibes are SO GOOD for real!! i enjoyed void a lot, but rage was where it was at for me!! honestly, i know i still have other asks to get into and idk if its going to be talked about again there, but i was like "gosh, yes, mac is a rage player! this is a mac playlist!" while listening to it. and i loved the journey you created for heart!!

also its so funny that you mention that if anything, Hope or Light would be the more "romantic" aspect because i had the EXACT same thought right before you sent your ask!!!! but no, like, reducing Nepeta to her shipping wall and Dirk to his relationships is so... i don't know what word to use. uh. bad? SKDFJG i mean like dirk, prince of life, is literally destroying his own identity by fucking his own head up by making copies of himself. he's so completely detached from his sense of self and thats his like!! whole struggle!! i don't want to get too into it bc its admittedly been a long time since i really interacted with actual character lore but, i have further thoughts on him and nep that i might revisit once i refresh my memory on them.

anyway thank you for sharing your playlists!! jumping back up for a minute becauseeee we need to talk about the quiz results!! to me your extremes tell me that you're really sure about what you are and what you aren't :0 whereas my self-view is a little more... wishy-washy. AND YEAH SJDFKH WE ARE OPPOSITES IN THOSE... and we're tension twins B) and we're similarly introverted too :0

actually i can't believe we're the homestuck guys and we haven't talked about our signs!! do you know what yours are? i'm not sure how much i buy into astrology but i think its fun. i'm a virgo sun, aries moon, aries rising sdfkjsh

also re: Barns Courtney shirt, the line on it is "wipe the stardust from your eyes" and has a cool design on it! i like the shirt a lot but i uh. i dont wear it much.... i would if i didnt have . a huge chest

as for the spiderverse guys!! idk when i'll get around to that kjshdfh i gotta wait for it to hit the right parts of my brain again. maybe someday......

ok so i fell asleep here but im going to finish this before i carry on with my day

so. ok. holdo n im actually going to combine these and i might not have time to finish it before i leave. but. im going to switch tracks to the classpect playlists and with that -- this ask!

OK SO!! I'D forgotten you also talk about dirk here :0 BUT IM SO GLAD YOURE ENJOYING THE HEART PLAYLIST

and on that note

IM DYING TO KNOW WHAT PLAYLISTS ARE MAKING YOU FEEL EMOTIONS AND HWAT THE EMOTIONS ARE PLEASE SHARE??

ok anyway YES i agree with everything youre saying with rage and i really feel like it fits mac best!! which means now i gotta move on to ves and figure out her deal which has been a little bit harder :0 if you have any ideas i would love to hear them!

my goal is to eventually write a story about them! i'll be sure to make sure you are one of the first to get to read it, if i ever get around to actually doing it... hahahaha....

AND YEAH!!! actually i was talking to my non-homestuck bestie about classpect (and made her take the quiz -- shes a maid of light KJDFHGK) and she read some of the analysis for them and she was like "dude you're a breath player no question." and then i was fucking around and listening to music and i was like "jenna from waitress is a rogue of breath" and sent her the analysis for it and she was like "DUDE THIS IS YOU!" and you know what? shes right. thank you bri for having a phd in knowing me.

AND ACTUALLY ON THAT NOTE SHES AT MY HOUSE SO I HAVE TO GO NOW LOL but i'll finish replying asap!! at least when i get done i'll have. replied to everything all at once. so not too shabby yeah? i guess you dont need all this extra stuff but you're getting it anyway. aaand actually i'll go ahead and post this and then reblog it once i'm ready to continue.

ok talk to you later bye<3

#music anon 🎶

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assorted thots on tonight's episode (which i stayed up to watch so... excuse the incoherence)

let's just... fucking get the baek kyung tirade out of the way. it's me. you knew it was bound to happen.

i, unlike the writers, don't think he's in love with dan oh (tho ljw rlly sells it so prettily). i maintain she's been the only positive constant in his life and he's latching onto that. truly the entire cemetery scene i wished he would end his speech in a "i never realized how precious it was... to have a friend like that" (as opposed to the "... until i lost" that is implied)

also unlike the writers (they might surprise me!), i find super interesting the inherent tension in becoming aware and finding yourself becoming the villain whether you want it or not. i just know he's gonna go batshit crazy when he finds out he was the traitorous crazy king that made haru kill people (including you know who). i rlly wish they would go all in on that.

he's just rlly fucking tragic. i wanna adopt him, tho i'd hate living with him. truly honestly would skin his stepmother if i was him, idk how he doesn't.

his grief... understandable.

ANYWAY!!!!!!!!!!

another super interesting dynamic i NEED to see (but probs won't) is namjoo and jinmichae. they've basically got the same character. the same mum. facing that would be amazing i think.

also. yeo juda........ the woman that u are.

shes rlly gonna fall for do hwa i just know it. history is a circle

which brings me to

HARU & BAEK KYUNG: SAGEUK EDITION

firstly i want to say that, wigs aside, the sageuk bits??? outstanding. i Love how the costuming is just this side of... costumey that gives it a fairytale sort of feel. Love it. all the fabrics are Gorgeous

back on track. baek kyung and haru.

The King & Lionheart of it all, yall

because imagine that haru did love him, he was actually loyal to him, they were both fearsome creatures. baek kyung Had Him (with the caveat of possession) and then haru awakens and is........ not who he thought he was.

like i could be wrong but usually bodyguards don't get the unsure expressions like that i assumed that was all Him

or perhaps he was always unsure but what's in this world for him but Baek Kyung.

the main trio's dynamics mirror each other so much and i just have to say if they were a little nicer to each other we would all be screaming ot3

in general there was a Lot and haru specifically is going in for the kill (haha) with me. can't wait to see what happens.

#extraordinary you #i have more thoughts but its midnight and im falling asleep #sorry 4 this #i could write you an ESSAY on baek kyung and haru's relationship #it just.... fuck #adele voice fellas. adele voice.

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bump1nthen1ght · 3 years

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Late Night Favor (Shadow Monster x Reader)

Genre: Fluff, Urban Fantasy

Warnings: Explicit content up ahead (18+ ONLY), Oral, Fingering

Word Count: 4000 Words

Summary: A couple of small good deeds leaves you with a late night visitor, looking to repay a debt.

Request: "You unknowingly rescue a shadow monster and bring it home with you, after a couple days of lurking in the shadows of your home and recuperating it shows you just how thankful it is." I had this idea forever ago but was never able to execute it. My opening idea was that a few kids are shining flashlights at something, tormenting it, and you swoop in to save it and chase the kids away. You thought they were hurting a cat or something, but find nothing and head home.

What do you think? Would you like to take it on? I'd be honored if you would 😊

A/N: *Throws this into the street to appease for the fact I haven’t updated Out of the Woods in THREE MONTHS IM SORRY*

It was the perfect weather for a lazy day inside. The pitter patter of the rain on your window had almost lulled you back to sleep during breakfast, and the thunder had provided great ambiance for reading. You hadn’t bothered changing out of your pajamas and we’re enjoying a soap opera binge on the coach when the peace was disturbed.

At first it was just the sound of clattering trash cans, not uncommon from the alley outside your window. But then it was followed by the raucous laughter of teenagers, rocks being thrown against the concrete, and a sharp hissing.

You hoist yourself up and off the couch, meandering toward the balcony, expecting to see a bunch of kids fucking around; Maybe using the cover of the fire escape to hide from the rain and smoke some weed.

Ah, memories.

But instead, you see a huddled group of boys pointing a flashlight into the pile of garbage right by the dumpster. One of them picks up a pebble and throws it into the light beam, causing another hiss and a jerk of movement. The boys laugh even louder, the one on the right nudging the one with the flashlight.

“Dude, do it again!”

Flashlight agrees, quickly moving the light into another corner as the one on the left throws a rock in the opposite direction. A shape of pitch black hisses again, deterred by the rock and scared by the brightness. Your brow furrows.

“Hey!”

The boys jump, looking in all directions.

“What are you three doing down there?” They finally look up at you, messy-haired and bleary-eyed. They shrug and ignore you, one even throwing another rock, bigger than before. There’s a sad yelp as it collides with the blackness.

You grit your teeth, grabbing your jacket off a nearby shelf and yell again.

“Fuck off! Leave the poor thing alone!”

They all laugh insufferably, the way most stuck up teenagers do.

“Or what?”

You shrug on your raincoat, picking up the baseball bat you keep strategically placed by your couch.

“Or I’ll come down and make you, jackass!”

You kick open your fire escape, slippers already damp, and start marching down the staircases. The boys get the message and run away, still jeering and laughing. Seems you weren’t as intimidating as you’d like.

You shuffle down the fire escape, slowing down as you approach the poor creature. You lower your back and peak under the dumpster.

“It's okay, little guy, I won’t hurt ya.” You set down your bat and crouch, kissing your lips as you hold out your free hand. All you see is a hint of glowing eyes, nervously peering out, before the dark shape disappears completely, hidden by the shadow of the dumpster. You’re tempted to sit down and wait for it, hoping to check if the poor stray was injured, but the wet concrete looks unappealing. The bottom of your sweats are already drenched.

You stand up, sigh, and go back up the fire escape. You unlatch the dusty pet door on your sliding glass balcony and make sure to leave a hot thing of milk and some water just outside. You ponder going out to get cat food, but the well-timed weather report tells you to stay off the streets. Slumping back down on the couch, you keep on eye on your fire escape, hoping that whatever it was, it’s okay.

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The next day is sunny, the rain clearing away any air pollution and leaving blue skies to shine down through your window, waking you up extra early. As you sit down with a cup of coffee, switching on the news before starting work, you notice the empty bowls on your balcony.

You set down the mug, walking over to the door and checking the bowls. Seems that little stray had needed the refreshment, as both were licked clean.

You refill them, making sure to add cat food to your grocery list.

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After a long day of work, you’re feeling particularly domestic and decide to bake some cookies. Your brain is sore after staring at a screen for eight hours straight, a simple task like this is the perfect thing to keep it from melting completely.

You open up your window, letting the cool night air into your kitchen as you check on your baking cookies. Wiping flour off your pants, you turn on the radio and throw a glance to your living room.

You had set up a tiny blanket pallet right next to your pet door, the weatherman’s warning of another thunderstorm tonight having you worried for your stray. Hopefully a full belly of milk will convince them that your house is safe enough to find shelter in.

But the afternoon is beautiful, not too cold and not too hot, only the slight tang of metal in the air hinting to rain. With a ding from the oven, you take out the cookies and set them on a cooling tray on your window. The smell of cinnamon and sugar wafts over you as you take a sip of your tea, staring out into the city streets. Small puddles still speckle the pavement, catching the headlights of nearby cars and flashy billboards.

A quick sound, something hitting your balcony door, that jerks you out of your reverie. You set down your mug and slowly peek out from your kitchen, wondering if you should’ve grabbed a kitchen knife. But it’s just your pet door, flapping back and forth in front of two, now empty, bowls. Aww, seems your stray took a step inside. Too bad you missed it.

The gurgle of your stomach convinces you to take a crack at the cookies. If they were too hot, you could just wash them down with a nice glass of milk anyway. Maybe even put on a sitcom while you snack.

You lightly tap the top cookie; Warm, but not unbearable. Steam rises as you break it open, blowing in the middle and taking a tiny bite.

Fuck, good job _____.

They’re perfectly done, just soft enough to melt in your mouth. You grab two more, holding them in between your fingers as you hold the other half in your mouth. Maybe you could bring the batch into work tomorrow, give your coworkers a nice surprise. That is if you didn't have 10 tonight. But 20 should be just enough-

Huh, that’s weird. There's only 19, including the one still dangling out of your mouth.

You could’ve sworn you baked 20.

Well whatever. Your coworkers can handle not coming back for seconds tomorrow.

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“Ow! Fuck!”

You bite your lip, trying not to yell out more curse words as you rub your stubbed toe. You limp to your kitchen, fumbling for the light switch to avoid another incident. All you had wanted was a midnight sweet snack, was that so difficult? You’d thought you could navigate your apartment pretty easily in the dark, but the pain in your foot says otherwise.

The light flickers as you finally find the switch, reminding you that you’re going to need to change the bulb sometime soon. But that's a problem for another day; Right now, it’s cookie time.

You don’t bother pouring yourself a glass or getting a plate, devouring the treat in three bites and throwing back a quick swig of milk. It’s almost midnight, not like anyone’s watching-

Oh, wait.

You slowly close the fridge door, trying to make as little noise as possible so as not to wake the little stray curled up, asleep. The little ball of black was snuggled into the pallet, tossing and turning. A flash of lightning cracks outside your apartment, washing your living room with light. The ball jerks in shock, the thunder afterwards only frightening it more, forcing it to curl up even tighter.

You take small and light steps towards the tiny bed, not wanting to approach the scared beast too quickly. The room is lit up again by another lightning strike and the little stray forces it’s body backwards and away from the window. You crouch down real low, the small bits of light helping your eyes adjust to the layout.

“How are you doing, little guy?” You whisper, mostly to yourself, tapping your fingers against your carpet. Part of you wants to pet it, but think it might be better not to. No need to startle it. “Is the lightning scary? You can come to my room if you want, I’ll protect ya.”

Midst the black, you see two little eyes, little blips of light that open with another flash of lightning. But they aren’t yellow, nor are they slitted, nor are they anything remotely animal.

They're like the headlights of a car, blinding white with no definition at all. Not even pupils. You're startled, eye’s widening as the creature lifts it’s head. A long smile runs across their face, full of razor sharp teeth.

“Oh my, that sounds delightful.” They purr, and you find yourself losing your footing and falling back on your ass. Your fingers dig into the carpet as their body slowly begins to unfurl out of a ball and stretch into a massive form, as if their whole size had been hidden away somewhere else; Like it had been literally in the shadows.

You scramble backwards, breath picking up as the creature stretches it’s long limbs, colorless eyes still locked onto you as it stands up and up. It rolls back its shoulders as it sits on its haunches, its form still towering over you even when crouched. You notice the shades of huge antlers sticking out from the side of their head, only adding to their intimidating height.

The creature still has that terrifying smile, all canines and no molars, it’s unblinking eyes still staring deep into your soul.

You’ve heard people do weird things in times of high stress, of strong emotions, good and bad. Like the wires in your brains get crossed when trying to find the right response.

“Uh, do you want a cookie?”

You think you get that now.

The creature chuckles, a soft timbre that echoes unnaturally.

“No, dearie, I have already indulged in your confections. You see,” They creature leans forward, falling to its knees to crawl towards you. If it weren’t for the overwhelming fear constricting your heart, you’d almost think it was seductive, “You’ve done so much for me these past days, I think it’d be only fair if I helped you indulge in a far-” The creature’s face looms over yours, their arms caging your sides as they lick their lips, “-sweeter treat, yes?”

Your eyes search their face, trying to find signs of trickery or malice, maybe even some demonic sense of humor.

As if I’d even know what that looks like.

“Are you-” You catch a breath, now noticing the fine musculature of their shoulders, and the definition of their arms, “Are you propositioning me, like, for sex?”

The creature laughs again, their eyes crinkling up as they throw their head back. But when they look back down at you, you can almost feel the lust radiating off their gaze, details be damned.

“Yes, lovely, I am.”

You take your eyes off their face, a little too overwhelmed to stare directly into their blistering expression. Not to mention the blinding light which has begun to put red spots into your vision.

Instead, your eyes fall upon their thick thighs, the small tail waving behind them, and how unnervingly sexy you find the way their claws are digging up your rug.

You slowly move your head, catching the creature’s eyes.

“I-uh-I guess? Yeah, yeah I guess that sounds good. Um, what was your name?”

The creature smirks, a single claw tipped finger tilting up your chin, as they whisper,

“Nocter.”

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Well, this is definitely the weirdest way I’ve gotten someone into bed.

Nocter’s antlers brush against your stucco-ceiling as it pushes you down on the bed, their shining white eyes staring deep into yours. Their lack of pupils is almost unsettling, but when they run their claws down your chest and pinch your nipples, you find it hard to care. You bite your lip, fighting back an embarrassing whimper as they trace one finger around the bud, pebbling the skin.

“Aww, has it been a while, sweetling?” You roll your eyes, but let out another squeak as they flick their thumb across your other nipple, the palm of their hand pressing against your ribcage.

“M-maybe.” You mutter, digging your finger into your bed sheets as their hands dance across your skin. One pulls up the bottom of your pajama shirt as it nudges one of their legs in between your thighs, pushing their knee up against your crotch.

“Don’t worry,” They push the fabric up to your neck, laying a kiss on the center of your stomach, then your chest, and then your jugular. When they plant one on your jaw, they lean in real close, “I’ll make sure to treat you right.”

Nocter’s long tongue splays against your jaw, licking a stripe up your cheek as one of their hands moves from your chest to the waistband of your shorts. They slip a couple fingers underneath, lightly petting the area right above your crotch. They’re such a tease, and you love it.

Nocter pecks the side of your face, over and over, while their hand moves further and further down your body at an agonizing pace. Their hot breath sends goosebumps down your neck, washing over your face as they exhale with every kiss. You catch them off guard when you turn your head toward them, catching their lips-mid peck and eagerly sticking your tongue outward. They purr with delight, their thin almost-lips quickly devouring you.

A long string of saliva connects the two of you as you detach, taking the time to shimmy out of your shirt. You pull them closer, your hands digging into their shoulder muscles and fingers just brushing over the long ridges on their back. They chuckle once again, pulling their fingers out your shorts and merely digging their palm into the fabric of your crotch.

“Eager, huh?”

“Shut up,” You mumble in between kisses, “This is for me, isn’t it?”

“Ohoho,” kiss, “Someone’s showing their feisty side a little early.” kiss, “What happened to my benevolent, saintly saviour?” kiss.

You pull away from their lips, quickly latching onto the crux of their neck and taking a nip. “S’not fair.” You say, taking a deep whiff of their skin as you suck and bite. They smell like brimstone and a bonfire, not quite what you 're expecting, but not unpleasant. “You can’t tease me like that and not-” Your cut off as the pad of one Nocters fingers presses up against your entrance, the fabric only amplifying the sensation as they begin to tease it.

“Deliver?” Nocter finishes, sinfully smug. You throw them a glare. “I’m a good guest, scout’s honor.”

You roll your eyes right before they lock you into another kiss, rubbing the pads of their fingers up and down your crotch. They use their hand to push you backwards, sinking deeper into the mattress as they situate their knees under your thighs. One they pull back from the kiss, your face and lips thoroughly debauched, your legs are splayed up on their pelvis and they easily slip off your bottoms. Nocter takes a whiff of your underwear, the crotch now slightly damp, giving you a wink before they throw it over their shoulder.

You jerk your hips slightly upward, and Nocter tuts.

“Patience, sweetling.” They roll a hand down your abdomen, fingers splaying onto your stomach, nails just teasing the skin. With a kiss to your inside calf, Nocters hand ghosts across your entrance. You can’t help biting your lip, the heat and their touch sending your mind into a frenzy.

They continue a path of kisses down your leg, now pressing their finger right up against your hole. They only pause to suck on their index and middle fingers, coating them with a heavy and blue-tinted saliva. Once they’ve reached the middle of your thigh, nipping at the apex, they sink into you.

Nocter’s fingers are long, articulated and move with sure movements. They start off slow, scissoring you open, simpering as you dig your nails into your bed sheets. The pads of their fingers push against your walls, just grazing sensitive spots as they make a slow ‘come hither’ motion. Your hips jerk forward, humping into their palm. They smirk against your skin, nipping another love bite as they retract their fingers until only the tip remains. You catch your breath, holding it until they sink back into you, shoving their fingers forward with far more force.

You whimper as their fingers pull back, only to follow with quicker thrusts. Nocter’s aim is pin-point in finding the most pleasurable spots inside you, the feeling only amplified by the pinpricks of their teeth into the fat of your thigh. The tip of their tongue licks hot trails of spit tantalizingly close to your hole, which clenches around their bony fingers. The slick sound of your juices, the skin of their palm slapping against yours, is downright pornographic.

Your legs try to clamp around their shoulders, the overwhelming stimuli triggering an instant reaction, but Nocter pins your right leg down to your bed easily, never losing focus on fingering you. The tips of their claws trace the inside of your leg, the hard edge of their wrist digging into fat. Your fingers reach to grip around something, anything to keep you grounded as the knot in your stomach grows tighter and tighter. They find their way around Nocter’s left wrist; You’re almost afraid you’ll leave bruises, before remembering how sturdy every part of their body seems to be.

You let out a whimper as the crests of an orgasm seem to overwhelm you, nearly gasping as Nocter quickly removes their fingers. In any other state of mind you might have made a comment, look down and wonder why they’ve stopped. But the heat in your belly compels you to grip their wrist tight and to throw your hips upwards. With a desperate breath, you plead,

“P-please! Please, don’t stop.”

Nocter doesn’t chuckle, doesn’t make a sly remark about your neediness or your lewd movements. They lean forward, giving another kiss right below your navel, and pet your wrist.

“Of course, dearie.”

With a wink, they lean down a lick a long stripe up your hole, giving one last kiss to your leg before plunging their tongue inside.

You didn’t think it was possible for them to reach even deeper inside you with their tongue than their fingers, but the sparks which fly in your core say otherwise. The ridges of Nocters tongue brush against your walls as they flick the appendage back and forth, the tip pressing forward with controlled motions. It doesn’t thrash back and forward haphazardly, but reaches for those sensitive spots and plays with them.

“Oh, f-fuck!” You yelp, feeling an icy-cold liquid run down your ass. From the sound of smacking lips and muffled moans, it must be Nocter’s saliva. They let out a groan, pushing their jaw forward as their eyes clenched shut. The hand on your leg pinches skin as it tightens up, the other pressing your hips down, but the pressure they apply is phantom at best. Nocter seems to revel in your pleading humps for more, meeting each movement with a thrust of their jaw, the base of their tongue stretching you open.

The two of you keep that rhythm for what feels like an eternity, but is probably only a couple of minutes. Sweat drips down your chest and off of your belly, your legs muscles on fire as you continue to push upward and into Nocter’s face. You start feeling that impending wave begin to crest again, with your limbs shaking and your throat hoarse.

“Nocter, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna-I’m so close!”

This time, Nocter doesn’t let up on their pace, reaching one hand down to deliver a hard slap on your ass and forcing a yelp out of you. Your speech devolves into slurred curses and your hands move to touch them, to find some grasp in reality. Nocter continues to suck and tongue-fuck your hole as your thighs clench around their head. Your humps are tiny and weak, your lower half barely holding itself up.

The knot gets tighter, a firecracker fuse about to blow in your abdomen. In the heat of the moment, your hands find their way to Nocter’s scalp and grab onto the base of their antlers. Their moan rumbles through you, right before you yank their head forward, their tongue hitting the deepest part of you as you shutter and-

“I’m cumming!”

Another moan vibrates against your hole as your body shudders and jolts, your hips still pressed firmly against Nocter’s face. But in the next moment, a heavy weight falls over your body, slumping you down onto the bed. Your chest heaves, eye’s fuzzy as Nocter’s tongue ‘pop’s out of you.

Your gaze wanders over your stucco ceiling, droplets of sweat rolling down your neck as you try and catch your breath. You can feel Nocter’s large hands rolling a massage into your thighs, their own heavy breathing brushing over your crotch.

A fuzzy shape of pure black comes into your vision as Nocter hovers over you, their body hovering just an inch above yours. They give you a small peck on the cheek.

“Feel good?” They whisper.

All you can do is nod, your shaky hands wandering over their back. There’s no sign of sweat on their skin, but you can feel the heat running off of it as they nuzzle into your neck.

As your fingers dance over the ride of their back, you can hear the rumble of a low purr coming from their chest, but they stay hovering over your body. You press your hands into their back, applying weak pressure to encourage them to relax.

“It seems I’ve repaid my debt.” Nocter murmurs into your ear, pushing themselves up onto their hands, pulling even farther from you as their eye��s look around your room. You keep your hands wrapped around their waist, stopping them from fully getting up. They look back to you, white eyes slightly widening.

“Would you-” You take another deep breath, “Want to stay? For the night?”

Nocter stares at you, the black void of their face almost unreadable. But when they run a claw down the side of your face, it burns with affection and longing.

“Would you want that?”

Your room is nearly pitch black, only the lights of the street peeking in between your curtains. Nocter’s body seems to absorb all light near it, their hot body like a heating pad. But their eyes are so bright, so full, so mesmerizing; Like a full moon on the dark city sky.

“Yes, I would.”

Nocter’s nods, their expression barely changing, but you think you can see a hint of a smile amidst all the black. They let their body relax, pressing their chest against yours as they sink into the sheets and nuzzle back into your neck.

You can smell the sweat coating your body and feel the way you stick to the sheets. Frankly, the both of you kind of smell.

But it doesn’t stop you from snuggling into Nocter’s body, eye’s heavy as you peacefully fall into sleep.

#my writing #gender neutral reader #shadow monster #monster/human #monster x reader

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satoruvt · 3 years

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my summer and my dream

pairing → vernon chwe x reader

word count → 674

genre → fluff!! non-idol au, roommate au ↳ tags: friends to lovers kind of hehe, slice of life (I Will Not Stop.), slow dancing, that lyric from that lany song like “our disco balls my kitchen light” basically, midnight talks, midnight snacks (vern included), the omg im in love moment, no one here can sleep ↳ prompt: 13. “dance with me.” “but... there’s no music.” “i don’t mind. do you?”

song inspo → walking away by chelsea cutler but the title is from i Think everything by the black skirts !!

warnings → none i think!

a/n → yall its so tough i have to wack myself over the head every goddamn day just so i can get a thought that isnt screaming and crying over various types of vernons. today i had to knock silver vernon out my brain. it did not work. anyways another entry for ficscafe dpe because i wanted to

“Oh,” you mumble when you step into the already-lit kitchen, blinking at the brightness to adjust. “You’re up?”

Vernon’s blurry for a second but waves a hand at you, offering a quiet “yo” when he finishes chewing a spoonful of cereal. It’s too late for either of you to be up, really, but there’s not a lot you can do to help it.

“Can’t sleep?” You ask him, rummaging through your small pantry for the granola bars you know are in there. Vernon hums, and you hear his phone tap gently on the counter as he sets it down.

“Rarely can,” he responds.

“Me either, this time,” you tell him. The box of granola bars finds its way into your hand and you pull it out of the pantry victoriously, picking a chocolate chip one out and tearing away the wrapper. Vernon asks what’s keeping you up this late, and you tell him about studying for your upcoming exams and having to balance work and school and always feeling a little too tired to do anything.

The conversation drips into something mellow and sweet, the taste of honey on your lips. Honestly, you and Vernon are a lot closer than you thought you’d be; when he’d first moved in and he was more of a friend-of-a-friend, you didn’t see yourself getting along with him. He was hard to read and too quiet for you to feel like you were making any progress… but it just took some time, really. You learned to make a few of his favorite foods and he sent you music recommendations, and before long the two of you were taking trips to the pet store together to fawn over the cats.

It’s easy and comfortable when your late-night talk melts into nothing, the two of you finishing your respective “meals” in the quiet of your apartment, save for the hum of the air conditioning. As you’re throwing away the wrapper to your snack you realize that you don’t really feel much better about sleeping, and you try to rack your brain for another option that might magically make you pass out.

And then Vernon says, through the quiet, “hey. Dance with me.”

He’s around your side of the kitchen island to put his empty bowl in the sink, and even in the unflattering light he looks serious. A little embarrassed, maybe, but he doesn’t seem like the type of person to do these types of things, so you respond, “but… there’s no music.”

He shrugs, a small smile on his face. “I don’t mind. Do you?”

You don’t know. A part of you has always wanted the cliche dancing-in-the-kitchen-in-our-pajamas experience, the midnight talks and gentle giggles shared under low light. You just didn’t really expect it to be with your best friend.

Either way, you think, it’ll be fun.

So you take his hand and it’s lacking a groove, Vernon steps on your feet and you step on his, but you manage to lead the both of you into a rhythm, laughing a little once you finally steady yourselves in a side-step-spin routine.

The feeling is a slow creep up your veins and you feel it before it even reaches the tips of your toes.

All you can find in yourself to focus on is Vernon’s bedhead and bright eyes, the feeling of his hand over yours and the sudden reminder of his heart-shaped birthmark. You are fond just at the thought of him, so sure that you are giving him nothing but heart eyes.

If he notices, he doesn’t say anything, keeps his hands in yours and on your waist. You decide you’ll figure everything out later.

You rest your head on Vernon’s shoulder, face almost in the crook of his neck, as close to him as you can be. He smells like the fabric softener he always insists on buying and a cologne you remember him wearing on multiple occasions.

Vernon squeezes your hand a little tighter and you feel like you’d be able to fall asleep easily.

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burnedbyshoto · 4 years

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sleeping beauty

— You struggle to find a time to have sex with your beloved Aizawa. Unfortunately or fortunately, the only time you can fuck him is when he’s deep asleep.

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pairing: aizawa shouta x yandere fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, pwp, yandere!reader, non-con somnophilia, hairy aizawa rights, recording

word count: 4,201

a/n: mark ur calendar, im getting my nipples pierced nov 8. you bet ur ass imma write a bunch of nipple pierced readers from there on out. pray that my family never finds out about my nipples tho LMAO if they do,,, it;ll be ripped out of my boobies without a seconds hesitation

kinktober day 19 main kink: somnophilia | kinktober masterlist

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Aizawa was always busy.

Over the past ten years of knowing him, the two of you had been close. You were a good friend to him, someone he wouldn’t absolutely avoid at all costs when you walked through the hallways of UA, someone he wouldn’t mind rambling to him about their long day. Of course, you knew that you weren’t his closest friend, and to a certain degree, that upset you.

You had met Aizawa when you had first been a high school student; at the time, you were merely fifteen years old. He was twenty, only five years older than you, but he took your breath away from the first team-up. He had been tall, dark, and brooding, and your little coming out of an emo phase heart stood no chance. But, due to the age discrepancy, he was never anything more than a team member. Still, you held on.

You graduated from high school, made your impact as a sidekick, graduated to a Pro Hero, and offered a job at UA by the time you were twenty! So, for the past five years, you and Aizawa had been actual co-workers, and better yet, friends.

Aizawa indeed was one of a kind.

He still held the key to your emo school girl fantasy daydream, but you also discovered new sides and angles of him. You learned he was incredibly kind, thoughtful, and looked out for everyone, even if his gruff and sometimes rude mannerisms spoke otherwise. Although he tried to avoid any type of nonsensical drama like the plague, he was always caught up in it, which often amused you.

There was so much about Aizawa that you loved, so much that you adored and looked up to that it was no surprise that you figured your feelings of respect and admiration became love.

True, deep love.

As a third-year teacher at UA, you found that your interactions with Aizawa were quite limited. Not only because he was always being placed with a first-year class and said class moving on without him — something that only happened because he kept expelling the damn students — but because he was incredibly close with the first-year teachers.

You loved Present Mic and Midnight and All Might, don’t get it wrong! Your admiration, love, and respect for them were unprecedented, but you hated how much of Aizawa’s time they took.

“Sorry, Mic needs help with lesson plans for my class,” Aizawa apologized for postponing your lunch date, not a date.

“Sorry, Midnight needs help separating the problem children. Apparently, they’re growing an immunity to her quirk,” Aizawa grumbled, shoving his phone into his pocket before leaving your office where you both had been talking and drinking tea.

“Sorry, All Might—”

“It the class, your problem children, I get it,” you force a smile onto your face, trying not to show just how irritated and disappointed you were on how these days were going. Aizawa pauses for a second, his tired, dried out eyes trying to read and uncover the depths of emotions swimming in your eyes before he sighs and runs off.

But it went without saying that the people you hated most were Class 1-A.

The damn stupid, fucking, ungrateful class had already caused your beloved Aizawa to be hospitalized. The scar under his eye, a numbing reminder that you had nearly lost him, almost had to cry at his coffin with your feelings never once being uttered. They, without a doubt, took up his time the most.

He saw potential in all of them, none of them being failed or expelled by him thus far.

He spent countless hours up in the dead of night tracking each and every one of his student’s potential. Slaving away at his tablets to make sure that they all were feeling safe, heroic, and above all, they were headed to their individual greatness. So, although it would be two more years before you would have the opportunity to teach this class, you already had a vendetta against Midoriya Izuku and Bakugou Katsuki. Those little shits always taking up your precious Aizawa’s time! He had never been this tired prior to them showing up!

But you never tried to think about it when you were with him.

You tried to openly accept your Aizawa’s new, incredibly busy schedule, and the moment the dorms appeared within UA, you found yourself more at ease.

To be frank, since you acknowledged your love for Aizawa at the mere age of twenty, and now at twenty-five, you had never taken on a lover or a one night stand. For years you had not allowed a person to grace you in bed or in their arms. It felt like you were betraying your love, and you would rather die than let that happen.

But the thing is, you are human, entirely susceptible to waves of uncontrolled horniness and lust.

In the beginning, sex toys worked.

You would press a vibrator to your clit, your toes digging into the mattress as your other hand shoved a silicone dildo into your aching, needy cunt. At first, it worked! You would cum with the thoughts of Aizawa being the dildo buried deep within you.

But eventually, you would find yourself at the peak of that orgasm, you knew the orgasm was right beyond the bend, just a step more, but you couldn’t get there. For weeks you realized that the vibrator, the dildo, and your fantasy thoughts weren’t enough. So, in your frustration, you began to search up audio plays of his narration at UA Sports Festival. Listening to his voice, ignoring Mics’ voice, to help coax you over that bend.

For a while, you were back to normal. Your highs and juices splattering all over your bed, a symbol of your lust and love for Aizawa as you gasped his name, wishing that the audio was real. But eventually, even the audios weren’t enough.

You craved Aizawa’s warmth, the feeling of his rough stubble against your sensitive skin, the throbbing of his cock buried deep within your womb, undoubtedly kissing your cervix. You wanted him; you needed your beloved.

As if by the grace of God, the moment you could no longer bring yourself to cum through that alone, the dorm system was put into place. And you, a teacher, were required to live on campus too. You tried not to think of Aizawa being a dorm away, tried not to feel the warmth fluttering under your skin when the two of you bid goodnight for the day.

You definitely tried to stay out of his room in the middle of the night.

God, you wish you could say that you stayed out of his room, but that would be a lie.

A big fat fucking lie.

It had started out innocently enough, you will claim.

You would see the exhausted man wave goodnight, grumbling that he needed to sleep now or else he would not wake up on time for homeroom tomorrow morning. You waved goodnight to him, trying to stay engrossed in a conversation you were having with Hound Dog. But an hour after Aizawa had gone to bed, you found yourself rushing away from the common room, explaining you had something to grade as you bid everyone goodnight.

Without a doubt, you ended up in Aizawa’s room that night.

In the darkness of the night, you watched the moonlight barely breach the thickness of his curtains to fall onto his face. You felt so warm as you stared at his slumbered face, your cheeks flushed as you watched his parted, chapped lips. You felt so light watching his chest rise and fall in a hypnotizing rhythm, reminding you that he is real, so very, very real. A part of you aching, knowing that he was entirely real and yet not yours. But still, you admired the way he looked so young, so intense, so ethereal as he dreamed.

You loved him.

Eventually, when you decided to leave, you pressed a kiss to his lips, smiling at the way his lips were exactly as you had imagined:

Supple, warm, and tasting of his mint toothpaste.

But the nightly visits didn’t stop there.

Most nights, you found yourself in his room, laying by his side, merely watching as he slept. No orgasm in the world felt quite as fulfilling as the quiet that came with just watching the over-exhausted Aizawa sleep.

But this is not a story of simple love, no, not at all.

Eventually, you began to grow bold. Your fingers sinking into your wet cunt, playing with your sensitive clit as you watched him sleep. You bit your lip to keep yourself from moaning as a rasped breath expelled from his mouth. You nuzzled into the warmth of his body heat through at you and only prayed he would one day acknowledge and return your affections.

To be quite honest, you’re not sure when you began to suck him off too.

Maybe it was the first time his cock grew long and hard in the middle of the night, his mind undoubtedly having a wet dream. So, as his beloved, you only thought it was appropriate to give his body what he wanted. With the skills and intentions that could only arise from being a gifted Pro Hero, you pulled the blankets from his body and pushed his cock through the slit in his boxers, and took him all in your mouth.

His cock was absolutely mouthwatering too.

So big, so thick, so incredibly veiny that you nearly lost all control the first time you saw it in all its glory. He was better than any dildo you owned, his scent alone driving you crazy. And so, as you should, you began to fuck him, completely addicted to his aroma, taste, and touch.

After the first night, you continued to blow him. Continued to suck him off as Aizawa let out sleepy moans, grunts that were strained, his body shifting unknowingly as you continued to go up and down his length, continuing to relieve him of his stress.

But you were human.

A human with needs and desires, and eventually, his cum coating your throat and filling your stomach wasn’t enough anymore. Which is where we find ourselves now, unashamedly fucking Aizawa each and every night, your cunt swallowing him whole, without a single shred of doubt of what was wrong with this.

There wasn’t anything wrong with this, and you knew that even if he was asleep the entire time you fucked him, it was for the better.

“Wow, Eraser!” Mic yelled from your side as you sat on the couch next to your beloved best friend. “You look like you’re glowing!”

Looking up from your phone, attempting to portray yourself as curious and unknowing, you found your gaze falling onto Aizawa, who had returned from an early evening training session with his class. As a matter of fact, Aizawa’s face was glowing; he looked incredibly much more relaxed, much more than he has been since the beginning of this semester.

“What do you mean?” Aizawa asked, evidently unimpressed as a lone eyebrow raised.

You watched on quietly, lips pressing to your cup as you took a drink of your tea as he sank onto a seat in front of you.

“Wait, don’t tell me, listeners!” Mic gasped dramatically, his hands pressing to his cheeks as he stood up. His expression of shock and disbelief curling and becoming one of knowing and understanding. “Does our grouchy, one and only, Aizawa Shouta, a.k.a. Eraserhead, have a special someone?!”

“Mic—” Aizawa snapped, his eyebrows furrowing.

“There definitely has been an after-sex glow that Eraser has had for the past few weeks. He did say that he’s been feeling more… ahem, relaxed,” Midnight gasped, seemingly appearing from nowhere, incredibly interested in the rumor of Aizawa having sex.

“Just because I’ve been feeling less tense doesn’t mean that I’m having sex.”

You giggled into your cup as the three of them began arguing, Mic and Midnights naturally loud noise quickly drowning out Aizawa’s fruitless attempts to shut down any sexscapades they were coming up with.

“Y/h/n, what do you think?!” Mic yelled, his hand pointed at you as if holding a microphone as Aizawa had him pressed and tangled within his capturing weapon. “Is Shouta-chan having sex?!”

Yes, your mind begs to say, but your mouth curls into a teasing smile, eyes locking onto Aizawa’s annoyed golden ones.

“I don’t think there’s anyone on this earth that Aizawa currently wants to fuck six feet into the mattress when he’s so busy,” you chide, your smile never entirely disappearing. At the same time, you take a long slow drink from your cup while everyone else (Mic only, really) continued to scream.

But you stayed there for the rest of the evening, working in silence with the rest of the group as next week’s lessons were laid out. Through a persistent, entirely stubborn will, Mic managed to get Aizawa to admit that he hasn’t had sex since the time he lost his virginity, to which Mic admitted to having had sex via orgies only. Midnight proudly announcing that she had a side piece at her disposal.

So as you checked through your lesson plans for the ethics book your students would be reading next week, you shouldn’t have been surprised to see their expectant gazes on you.

“I had sex last night,” you admit, unable to lie under their amused gazes.

“WITH WHO?! ARE YOU SNEAKING SOMEONE ON CAMPUS?!”

For the rest of the night, you smiled brightly, laughing with the rest of them all as talks and stories revolving around sex filled the air. It lasted until past midnight, and with a heavy sigh, Aizawa excused himself first. You waved goodnight, and soon Midnight left, followed by Mic.

You stayed on the couch, your own attention focused heavily on the time and not what you were supposed to be doing. It didn’t take much before the time faded from 00:00 to 01:45, and with a brush of your skirt, you headed precisely where you wanted and needed to be.

The walk to his second-floor room filled you with lust. Your body, like some Pavlovian dog, trained and knowing that you were about to fuck the love of your life while he slept. He was so beautiful while he slept, a true sleeping beauty. You especially thought he was stunning when he bit his lower lip, stifling a moan despite his heavy slumber.

Without so much as a second thought, you apparated into his room, your feet cushioned by the soft carpet of his room. And with a smile that was dripping with your love, you stared at Aizawa’s sleeping form. He was already deep in sleep, his body positioned on his back as if he knew what you were doing, accepting the inevitable actions you would take tonight as you did every night. He just looked so calm, so beautiful, so youthful when asleep. The scar under his eye almost invisible

But unlike most nights where he slept in a soft cotton long-sleeved shirt and sweats, you froze at the sight of the tight black t-shirt on his sleeping form, the shorts that were riding just the slightest bit too low on his sturdy, muscled hips. Your bit your fist, a bubbling heat of lust, and a whine tickling the back of your throat as you take in his sleeping form.

He was doing this on purpose.

Teasing you with this outfit on his sleeping body.

You huffed, inexplicably turned on as the small puffs of air past his lips seemed to thunder around the room.

You were wet already, so very wet.

“You’re so mean, Shouta-kun,” you whimper softly, your voice silent and unheard by his sleeping form. You walk closer to the bed, lips pulled into a pout as you sit on the soft mattress. “Dressing up like that, I know you did that to tease me!”

Aizawa doesn’t respond because, of course, he’s asleep. But you smile regardless, imagining a million and three things he would say in response, each leading to what you wanted to do so desperately.

“I hope you know you were lying when you said you haven’t had sex since you were twenty,” you sigh, your fingers expertly removing his shorts and boxers from around his waist, using your quirk to make them reappear to the side of him. “We have sex practically every night; you’re so horny, my angel.”

You watch with a curling smile as his cock immediately begins to stiffen against your warm breaths, his face scrunching in his slight discomfort as his cock grows and grows. His cock is undeniably one of your favorite parts of his body. It’s pale in color, paler than the rest of his body, but as it extended to the swollen thickness of his head, it grew darker, the flushed brown pinkness of his head making you salivate at the memory of the first time you ever saw it. His cock, unlike the rest of his scarred body, was unharmed, unmarred by the horrors of the job the two of you held. The thick, beautiful smoothness of his skin, making your eyes flutter in unadulterated lust, his cock a symbol of your pure, unmarked love for him. You hum, hand grasping his length and lazily stroking him as your head tilts, reading his sleeping features for any sign of him enjoying this as much as you do.

“Aww, Shouta-kun, I wish you knew I fuck you. I bet you would turn bright red, knowing that I ride you every night. Maybe you’d use that weapon of yours to teach me a lesson or two,” you mumble, your hand gripping his cock harder as you stroke him.

A small glistening drop appears at the slit of his dick, and you shiver in excitement; he was already leaking pre-cum.

“Look at you, already ready to have my cunt wrapped around that big cock of yours,” you mewl, absolutely ready to mount him, prepared to have his sleeping form cum deep within you. You stand up, removing your shorts and panties, and climbing onto the bed.

With the balance of a pro, you get yourself hovering over him, your already wet cunt shivering with the expectance of having him deep within you. Your hand on his cock never once stopping as you tease yourself against his swollen head, your voice a pathetic whimper as your slick mixes with his clear pre-cum.

“S-See how embarrassing you are!” you huff, rutting his length between his folds, lubing him up for the initial entrance because, by god, it still hurt. “Making my pussy so wet! I’m practically dripping all over you!”

There’s only a soft breath from his lips, but you grin as if he was speaking to you.

“You want me too, huh?” you giggle, and without further adieu, you sink against him.

His cock entering your tight cunt was still as mind-numbing as the first time. His cock easily buries into the small, thin wall of your cervix, and you tremble as his length stretches and pulls at your throbbing core. You can feel every curve in his cock, every vein, every gentle throb.

“Glad t-to know you find me… nnghh… find me i-irresistible,” you pant, face flushed with your desire to adjust quickly around him.

The conversation from tonight had made you entirely weak in the knees and hot at your core, knowing that you were the only one to really have claimed Aizawa, the only one who would ever know how his sleeping body craved you as much as you desired him.

You give a tentative swirl of your hips, your eyes trained on Aizawa’s relaxed ones, testing to see how tired and sleepy he was. There was no reaction, no movement outside of the typical grunt at the back of his throat. It was a noise he always made when you first moved with him, a noise that quickly seared in the back of your memory forever.

Shifting your weight to be more comfortable on your knees, your hot hands fall onto his tight chest, and with a sigh of pure relief, you begin to fuck him.

Your straddling aided the deep penetration, allowing for the gentle kiss of the tip of his leaking cock to your thin cervix wall. You clenched tightly around him, unable to keep yourself from doing so as you rode him, the feeling of his throbbing member within you absolutely breathing taking as you placed your claim on him again, again, and again.

Aizawa was fully sheathed within you, and your fingers twisted and pulled at the tight fabric of his shirt, raising it up so that you could admire his taut, tense abdomen, mewling at the way he’s happy trail was thick and bushy. You wondered how he would react to your fingers threading through his body hair, if he would love it; if he would hate it.

“I want you to know how much I love you, how much I would give everything to you!” you whimper, your head fighting the instinct to throw itself back as you begin to drop onto his still cock faster and faster. “I wish you knew that you fuck me so good, Shouta-kun; I need you to know that! But you won’t even look at me! You won’t spare me a single second of your busy day, so that’s why I have to fuck you at night!”

Tears of both pleasure and hurt well into your eyes; you sniffle as you fuck him faster, dropping onto his awaiting cock with more significant, more aggressive slaps. The sounds echo throughout the room, the musky, sweet smell of your sexes is the only thing keeping you sane — that and the grunting noises that Aizawa keeps emitting, it makes your toes curl and belly flutter in a funny way.

“I bet you’ll fuck me so good once I get you to love me! You’ll never stop fucking me, you’ll never want to leave me because only I know how to fuck you correctly!” you snap, anger and lust licking through your tone, making your eyebrows furrow and your walls to clench even tighter around him. The building tension in your stomach is like a fire, and you can feel your high coming. “But you fuck me so good, baby, so good and you’re not even awake!”

And for the first time, you watch in electrifying pleasure as a low, husky, raspy moan leaves his throat as you fucked him. The sound alone was something downright pornographic to you, and the whine that spills from your mouth is nearly inaudible with the pitch it vibrates at. So without so much as a second thought, a bubbling smile spreads on your face, and you continue on, energy and excitement doubled in your joy.

Your hips roll, rise, and fall against his with growing force and speed. The small creaks of the mattress completely ignored by you as the throbbing and twitching of his cock buried deep within you keeps you pushing for more. The heat and pressure in your belly grow exponentially, festering and burning until you can feel yourself at the tipping point until you can’t do anything but focus on Aizawa and only Aizawa, or else you would scream his name in your euphoria.

The veins on his cock and the overall girth of his length send your mind spinning, not at all helping your predicament, and in a last-ditch effort to keep yourself from crying so loudly you would wake up even the dead, you lean forward. Your sweaty body leaning down to his parted chapped lips as you kiss him to keep yourself silent as your orgasm crashes through you in a blissful wave. Your body spasms almost uncontrollably, the nerves and firing axons through your body uncontrollable as you lay there, allowing for Aizawa to cum before you leave. You shudder at the feeling of his cum emptying out within you, his cock immediately softening as you lay there on top of him. His heart racing with his orgasm, and you sigh contentedly.

“God, I love you so much, Aizawa Shouta; I’ll make you mine one day,” you swear, your nose nuzzling his stubbled cheek.

You lay there for some time, enjoying the way he feels in you, content with the pooling cum from your still spasming cunt. But eventually, you pull away. You pull on your panties and shorts quickly, not wanting a single drop more of his cum to seep out of you. Unable to help yourself, you lick the leftover cum on his cock clean with your tongue before wiping him down with a towel to prevent the smell from clinging.

Your eyes study Aizawa’s face just before you leave, and your smile.

He really does look less tired after orgasming.

But the entire time you were there — the whole night you fucked him and spoke to him — you missed the red blinking light of the camera recording in the corner of the room.

#aizawa x reader #aizawa smut #bnha #bnha x reader #mha #tw: somnophilia #bbs kinktober 2020

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loremaster4aot · 3 years

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Armin Arlert *NSFW*

armin x reader

warning: NSFW, masturbation, wild sexual fantasy, sexting

modern AU

armin thinks about his girlfriend late at night and decides to text her

armin usually falls asleep right after he texts you a sweet good night. but ever since he closed his eyes he cant fall asleep and rolls from one side to other. he checks his mobile because he has early online class tomorrow and an hour passed since he tried to fall asleep. he has sunday midnight stress in him.

he even tried imagining scenarios with you, but this made him even more awake and his imagination havent satisfied him. he wants it to be more intimate. men are visual creations and he's no exception. he takes mobile into his large hand.

a text pops up on your homescreen. its from armin.

,,y/n, are you awake?"

,,yeah, is something wrong, armin?" you replied

this made you feel worried about him. armin doesnt usually text you after gn messages and he sleeps pretty early. this time he took time with reply. you've been wondering what was he doing during that time. has he texted you and then fell asleep?

sound notification made your heart stop a beat for a second.

,,this is so embarrassing, but i cant fall asleep and thinking about you made me more awake" he wrote

this brought butterflies into your stomach. it was so sweet of him to think about you. a smile appeared on your face. his reply made you confident and you wanted to know what exactly was he thinking about so you responded boldy.

,,what kind of things have you imagined ?" you wrote.

then you became anxious about what he might reply.

,,you beside me right now. i want you here" he replied in a few seconds

,,and...how much I'd love to touch your beautiful body" he sent another text

you felt your head heat up. it was incredibly red. if he'd look into your eyes right now, all of blood in your body would go into your head and made it the reddest thing in the world. is he horny?

you wanted to spice things up so you wrote:

,,where would you touch?"

this was risky to send even though you wanted to really know what he'd do to you if you'd lay by his side at the moment. where would his gentle cold hands with such slick fingers rest?

,,firstly your soft hair, then I'd slide to your neck and finally take your breasts to fit my large hands"

oh my god-you thought to yourself. is this the side of armin he'd been hiding deep inside himself for so long?

he began splashing you with perverted messenges:

,,y/n i want you to be wrapped around me"

,,please, you have to be only mine"

,,i want me to be buried deep inside you"

,,i wanna taste every inch of your sweet skin"

,,I'd lead your hand to my dick"

you went along with his messenges. it made tight knot in your stomach

,,armin, id do anything for you. even in bed"

armin was stroking his member in his hands and imagined you taking him into your warm mouth. he was faster and faster with every new message from you. finally he reached his climax and squirted his hands and looked grossly at it. it was too much. tripple the amount he usually releases. armin felt regret overwhelm his mind. he hated himself for this and felt awful, getting himself off while texting you dirty stuff.

,,y/n im sorry. so sorry" he wrote apology

,,im so disgusting and pathetic"

,,i dont deserve you. im twisted for doing this. forgive me. please dont hate me for this" armin begged

why is he apologizing? you loved every letter of his messages.

,,are you kidding? i love you, it makes me happy to help you please yourself "

,,now, would you mind showing me the mess you made?" you demanded

he send you a photo of his hand, full covered of his warm white cum

,,hot. but I'd be happier if you'd paint my body next time" you teased him

seeing his load on himself made tighter knot in your stomach. it all came from him. it's his. part of him you want to taste.

,,I'd clean your pretty fingers with my tongue if I'd be with you rn" you continued

armin blushed as his member started to get hard again. he texted you to come to his house immediately. you, of course, didn't decline.

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mp100fanworkstranslation · 3 years

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Better than when you found it -PART 1-

A Complete Doujinshi by Maruta

This book was published in 2016, and currently out of print. PANELS READ RIGHT TO LEFT

-Flashback-

We’ve got an overnight job?

Yep

It’s an apartment. According to the landlady, no tenant has lasted for more than three days. We’re going to stay there and look into what’s going on with the place.

The tenants talked about seeing an evil spirit, but it could just as well be a curse. The other tenants are spooked as well.

Anyway, this Friday after dinner, all staff will gather at the office and we will head out to the site.

-The Present-

Reigen stands at the door fiddling with the keys: Eh !?

Hurry up and open the door!

Master..

Ah, I’ve got our things

Okay, I’ve gotten the door open, Mob, you can go on ahead

Okay

Ugh...

Reigen: Before we go in, I want to go over a few things we should all be aware of. Our onsite investigation here will last three days and two nights....

Anything we do, we do in pairs. We have a strong team, and I don’t think we’ll have a problem, but we still have to take the utmost care to avoid being possessed by the evil spirit that resides here.

Also, no one will hog the bathroom....or any other part of the unit,

Alright then!

Let’s go Mob! You’re Up!

Mob: Oh... It’s me again...

Serizawa: Mr Reigen, should you not be the one to enter first, since you’re our......

Reigen: Okay, Okay....

Mob says as he enters the room: Sorry to disturb.....

Mob: Wow, this is cleaner than I expected.

Reigen: I think the movers did a thorough job. It’s far cleaner than my place to be honest.

Ekubo: Why are you telling us this? It’s not like we’ve ever been there.

Reigen: Yeah, It’s a corner unit, It’s got a bathroom separate from the shower, and rents for 200 dollars a month.

Serizawa thinks: This is a really nice unit. It’s a shame it’s a Jiko Bukken only 200 dollars a month....

(In Japan, if something bad happens in a house, such as a death, or a murder there’s a belief the space is tainted by the event. So it becomes really difficult to rent the apartment out. Often the ONLY way to rent it out is to offer it super cheap.)

Ekubo and Mob thinks: There’s something here....

There’s a click as Ekubo opens a closet

Ekubo: Huh? There’s a folding bed here.

He looks at Mob

Ekubo: So... Are we all going to fight over the single bed?

Reigen: No, Mob, you take it.

Mob: I’m more comfortable sleeping on a floor futon. Maybe Ekubo or Mr Serizawa can decide? Rock paper scissors?

Ekubo vs Serizawa, Rock Paper Scissors.

After many MANY rounds, there is no winner so they decide all sleep on the floor. Reigen is setting the alarm clock.

Mob thinks: It feels like a school trip for some reason, without the part where we talk about crushes. The others are all grown men.

Reigen: Hey we should tell fun stories!

Serizawa: Yeah!

Reigen: You go first Mob! You’re the youngest.

Mob thinks: Eh... what? Why am I always going first?

Mob thinks: Something fun.....

Mob: When I was little, there was a takoyaki stand at the intersection near my house. Me and my brother often went there together.

We were very small then, but I still remember it clearly.

Tiny Mob: Takoyaki!

Tiny Ritsu: Ya-ki

Mother: You want some?

Mother gives Ritsu some money.

Mother: Here, take this. Don’t lose it. Split it with your brother.

Ritsu: ~kay

Mother: RITSU WAIT..WAIT

No, not like that! That’s not how you split it!

Mob: That was the first time Ritsu got yelled at. I think it traumatized him, because he wouldn’t use paper money for a long time.

All the Adults: ITS SO CUTE (Look at these dudes, overcome with the cuteness, haha)

Ekubo: Haha, never thought Ritsu would have a story like that. I thought he just liked coins so he could flick them at people. He seems the type.

Mob: Actually, I recently got a wallet for him for bills. He accepted it but looked somewhat horrified.

Ritsu: Th....Thank you brother. Mob thinks: Please don’t take this the wrong way.

Ekubo: Okay, it’s my turn! Mine’s also about Ritsu!

Serizawa thinks: Looks like a Ritsu bashing session is starting

-Elsewhere, Ritsu loses it-

Ekubo: He slipped on the ice outside of that new pharmacy, and was just flailing around for like nine or ten minutes.

Everybody is laughing.

Some time passes and Reigen notices that it’s almost midnight.

Reigen: Okay everyone, we should call it a day.

He burrows into his pillow and tries to sleep, but the others are still talking....

and talking...... and talking.....

GO TO SLEEP! -He throws a pillow into everyone’s faces.

This is one of Reigen’s special moves, where he accurately pitches a pillow into the faces of multiple opponents at once, shutting them up simultaneously.

(This doujinshi came out before the OVA, where he tries to start a pillow fight. Impressive that the author called it.)

Ekubo: WHAT THE HELL!

Reigen: WE HAVE TO GO TO SLEEP NOW

Ekubo: WHY CAN’T YOU JUST TUNE US OUT AND SLEEP YOURSELF!

Reigen: ARE YOU KIDDING? YOU GUYS ARE SO LOUD

Serizawa: Um....Let...Lets please stop fighting.

As Serizawa attempts to break them up, a shadow creeps along the wall behind him.

Some time passes and everyone is asleep. Reigen is smoking on the balcony. The door opens behind him.

Reigen: So... are you also the type that has trouble falling asleep on an unfamiliar pillow?

Serizawa: N..No... I’m just feeling a little too excited to sleep.

Mr Reigen, you smoke? -ah no, I don’t want one.-

Reigen: Yeah, I have one now and then. I don’t smoke when Mob is around.

Serizawa: Um..... I.....

I....I’m really happy about today.

Reigen: eh?

Serizawa: For a long time, was convinced that a real job would be too much for me. The stress, the pressure, the fatigue. That I’d always have something to complain about. I thought that was what it would be like....

-Claw out in public-

Serizawa: In many ways, my time at Claw was interesting....but now Kageyama senpai is my friend, and also my superior. Mr. Reigen is the boss. Ekubo is the first friendly spirit I’ve ever met.

But.....

Serizawa: This is the first time I’ve ever had an outing with people that I could call my friends. I..... Im so happy, I don’t know how to express that.

(Again, this book came out 2 years before the OVA)

It’s unprofessional, I know. I.... I guess I still have a lot to learn.

It’s nice isn’t it? Don’t sweat it... you’re one of us.

Serizawa: TH..THANK YOU VERY MUCH!

Reigen: Heh... it’s fine now, though you might want to tone down that excitement if we’re out in public.

-The Next Day-Things start getting serious.

To be continued-

This comic is about 30 pages and will be translated in parts. Check the table of contents for updates.

I love this comic. Team Spirits and Such is four dudes that are lonely in their own different ways, and it’s so great to see them just do stuff together, hang out and just be the friends that they all so desperately need.

#Mp100 #mob psycho 100 #ekubo #serizawa #reigen arataka #Reigen #shigeo kageyama #serizawa katsuya #Ritsu

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x-lovely · 4 years

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[Restless Corpse].

Summary: Corpse continues to play Among Us even though you try to convince him to get some rest. (shitty summary, i’m sorry)

Pairing: Corpse x (Female) Reader

Genre: ALL FLUFF

Warnings: None? But… sweet fluff?

Word Count: 902 words (I tried to make it 1,000 but fuck it I was so tired)

A/N: After working for 10 hours today, I decided to write this story at midnight while drinking a red bull and listening to a lowfi remix of e-girls by LLusion on a 1 hour loop. Pls enjoy.

Link to part 2: https://x-lovely.tumblr.com/post/638546269242097664/restless-corpse-part-2

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Another day, another livestream of Among Us.

As Corpse walked into medbay, he overheard Dream talking about cinnamon raisin bread and wished for some himself. He was tired after staying up all night as per usual but still wanted to play the game with his new friends. Sighing once again, Corpse fixed the eyepatch over his eye and continued to focus on the game.

You frowned upon hearing this because you have been with Corpse this entire weekend but he had not gotten much sleep at all. As you got up from the bed, Corpse muted himself and turned around to face you.

“You okay? How are you feeling?” He asked, smiling softly.

You pouted. “I should be asking you that. I’m worried about you, Corpse. You must be so tired.”

Corpse let out a sigh and there was silence. After a moment, he motioned for you to come over to him. As you moved closer, he opened his arms and happily embraced you, wrapping himself around your waist and resting his head on your cute pudgy tummy. Even though you were standing beside him, Corpse was still tall enough to reach your stomach while sitting down. You welcomed his hug and chuckled as your fingers ruffled through his soft curls. He sighed blissfully as you continued to do this. It was as if time had stopped and nothing else mattered. Before pulling away from his sweet embrace, you planted a soft kiss on the top of his head and lifted his chin up so that he could face you.

“Why did you stop? I was enjoying it.” He said, frowning once again as your fingers moved away from his hair.

“I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to. It just felt like you were going to fall asleep on me if I continued to do that.” You said, chuckling as his eyebrows furrowed at what you had just said.

“Hey! Fix your eyebrows. Your chat already thinks you don’t have any,” You exclaimed as you were tapping his eyebrows with your fingers.

Corpse laughed loudly and brushed your hand away from his face as he continued to wrap his hands around you.

“What you said earlier…” He said softly. You could barely hear him because his face was practically glued to your stomach at this point once again but you managed to hear his thoughts.

“I’m okay. I just don’t want to disappoint my new friends and my fans, you know? I feel off whenever I don’t post anything or do a stream so this is just me making up for it. This way, everyone would be happy,” Corpse said.

This time, you did not hesitate to pull away from him. “Corpse…” You said. “Your friends and fans support you. They’re not going to leave you just because you don’t post. I know I’m in no position to tell you what to do, but I do know that you’ve been tiring yourself out over these past couple of months. I know there’s a social reputation to uphold, but you definitely deserve a break, even if it is for a couple hours. We all respect you. I respect you. No one is going anywhere. I just want you to know that.” You explained, wishing that he would understand.

Corpse was quiet for a moment before letting out another sigh. “I wish I could believe that. I really do. I appreciate everyone for being there for me, and you, for being my number one supporter but I just want to give them the best of me.” He said as he turned back around to face his computer. He had forgotten that he was still playing with the gang.

You approached him once more and cradled his head to your chest. “Tell you what, Corpsey,” You said, petting his hair softly. “I’m going to go run some errands while you finish the game.”

“Okay… Where are you going though? He asked. You guys usually run errands together on the weekend, despite the fact that Corpse hates going outside. However, he feels safe when he’s outside with you.

You smiled at him. “Don’t worry, dear. I’ll be back soon.”

“Okay.” Corpse said.

You cradled him for a moment, basking in the warm embrace of his scent. You trailed your lips down to the side of his cheek, planting a soft kiss on his right cheek and another on his tiny ear.

It was an infinite moment that felt like eternity until the discord server started blowing up with notifications.

“They’re calling for me,” Corpse stated as he prepared to resume the game.

“Okay,” You said. “I’m going to get dressed and I’ll be back in a few.”

“Alright. Be safe. Text me if you need anything and please don’t forget to wear your mask.” Corpse was always worried whenever you went outside without him.

“Don’t worry, I won’t forget.” You said, smiling at him.

“Okay, baby. I can’t wait until you’re home again with me.” Corpse said, wishing that he was cuddling with you instead of playing the game.

As you walked into the bedroom to get dressed, Corpse unmuted himself on the game server and apologized for being away for so long.

He wondered where you were going, but he knew that he could always trust you.

Little did Corpse know that you were going to surprise him with what he loves the most: food.

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A/N: DO YOU LIKE ITTTTTTT?? DO YOU WANT A PART TWOOOOOO. I’M SORRY ITS SO SHORT ): I deadass left you hanging, I’m sorry LOL. It’s currently 1:30 AM. I have so many ideas but I get so lazy to write but this time, I was like I HAVE TO WRITE FOR CORPSE. PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. Should I make a separate tumblr for Corpse content? Because bet. I apologize for any grammatical errors. Also, I think I used “you” / “said” / “sighed” a lot. I personally do not like using “Y/N” because idk… it makes me feel disconnected from the story and it doesn't feel real. THAT IS JUST ME THOUGH, MY PERSONAL PREFERENCE. Anyhoo, I really hope that you liked it because I enjoyed writing this. Xx I’M ALSO REALLY NERVOUS THAT THIS ENTIRE THING SUCKS AND EVERYONE HATES IT omg ok bye im leavin

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