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橘 (TACHIBANA/JÚ) haitani rindou

nsfw (no smut), complicated relationships, canon-typical violence, mentions of blood, wounds & abuse please proceed with caution

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part iii / your lips, my lips; apocalypse

2004

Rindou had experienced true homesickness when he was 16.

Middle of December when the snow had just started falling in Tokyo, and he is home alone, disassociating to some Mozart playing at max volume along some other things (or thoughts) while laying flat on his bed. If Ran was home to hear the kind of music he is currently playing, he'd be a dead man by then.

But he doesn't care about Ran, no. He cares about you. You're the one who's been plaguing his mind -- so sticky and frustrating -- after he'd left your pouty figure back home in Kanagawa with kiss-swollen lips 5 months ago. You and your stupid, pretty lips that has taken his first kiss, your laugh that feels a lot more effective than those pills his Mother tells him to swallow for his migraine, your soft, shaky hands when they reached up to cup his cheeks as you open your mouth wider to allow his tongue in . . .

Requiem in D Minor reaches its peak, and he finally finds it in him to turn the volume down with a click of his tongue -- he's to become a madman if he continues this any further.

It's been 2 years since the boy's moved up to Tokyo alone with his brother. Rindou doesn't think he's struggled much in adapting to the lifestyle -- in fact, it suits him a lot more than he's expected it to. He likes to think he's adapted to it sooner than Ran, although the older seems to be much more put together than he is -- judging from the listening habits and different lifestyles both brothers have chosen to adopt in this big city as two young teenagers -- because Ran is actually doing something useful right now: staying back at school for extra Physics lessons and then attending his Track and Field club meeting after class, and Rindou is here: still dressed in his uniform, still not yet finished his McDonald's that he'd abandoned at the dining table before retreating back into his room to sulk because he's been missing a certain somebody a little too much.

He admits that things are more fun in the city -- the nightlife that he finds himself getting excited to when walking past the centre of Roppongi to get back home after night class, easily accessible skate parks that he frequents with a few friends after school in his half-buttoned uniform, the drifting culture he's taken up after spending most of his savings on a second-hand MX-5 to drift illegally on weekends where he doesn't have to get up early . . . It is all so different and fresh, and Rindou thinks he hasn't felt this good while having fun before.

But you wrote him a letter 2 months ago for his birthday and he still hasn't replied to it yet.

I still think about our kiss in summer. I also miss you a whole lot. See you next summer, and again, happy 16th, 竜胆.

You'd wrote it in the ending paragraph of your lengthy four-paged letter -- all the things you wished he was there back home to experience together with you, your stupid little thoughts flashing by your head while laying flat in bed at 3 in the morning, your already-planned new year resolutions that he knows you're never going to finish despite your sudden burst of motivation, recent hobbies that you've started picking up due to extreme boredom now that December is here and everything outside is cold and slippery -- and Rindou finds himself thinking about you and you and you over and over again.

Summer of 2004 -- when he finished his can of beer and crushed it in his hands as he silently admired you through the curtains of his eyelashes. When you caught his eyes and bit your lip before shifting closer to him on the floor while fixing the loose strap of your tank top. When he inched closer to your face and smirked, before puffing out a small, warm air that smells like beer with a hint of peppermint over your cupid's bow.

When you blushed and decided to be bold by placing both hands on his sturdy chest as you knocked your forehead against his very warm and red cheek. When he looked you in the eye one last time before pressing his dry, boyish lips tight against yours that tasted a lot like your favourite honeydew flavoured lip balm and he'd smiled into it.

Sweet, peachy, and the kiss wasn't perfect; it was merely just a quick peck, but it was so lovely that he finds himself growing warm at the memory of your eyelids fluttering open when he pulled away, only to lean back in and peck at your lips once or twice more before shoving in a tongue and getting you all worked up in the process, because he just couldn't help it -- you were so addictive. You were so pretty.

You are so pretty.

The boy sits back up in one swift motion and looks out the window to his right. He stares down at the bustling, happening city below from the comfort of his high rise.

A train passes by through the underground tunnels of Roppongi. Pristine, white snowflakes falls heavily from the sky and lands on the ground before slowly piling up on the sidewalk as a young child happily tugs on her mother's hand while pointing at it. The yolk of the sun is hidden behind thick clouds, but it is still bright outside.

The wires connect. Stars align. Clouds fade away.

He blushes.

Rindou wants to kiss you again.

He glances at your crumpled letters still splayed across his desk for the past 2 months, and the boy comes to a realisation.

Things are fun in Tokyo.

Life isn't.

And the next thing he knows, he is shoving a bunch of winter clothes and a few bags of expensive taiyaki into his black Jansport, before leaving a quick note on a yellow Post-it to Ran on the coffee table while finishing up his leftover McDonald's.

Going back home for Xmas *a badly drawn Christmas tree*

Will be back before the new years... or not

Depends on my mood. C u

🖕 - ur 弟

He throws the pen down, not before doodling yet another huge, ugly and messily drawn middle finger on the remaining space in the Post-It, and he slaps it on the table.

Rindou leaves for Kanagawa in the earliest train at 5 in the evening with your letters folded, safely tucked into the left pocket of his puffer jacket with a bag of warm chocolate chip muffins placed into the confines of his jacket to keep warm on the ride home. An elderly lady sitting beside him points it out with a teasing laugh and a silly pat to his forearm.

"Who are these for?"

He says it with a lopsided smile.

"My girlfriend."

Three more days to Christmas and Rindou is standing outside of your school gate.

He'd came straight after he arrived, not bothering to phone his parents or inform his brother of his safe arrival back home. Seeing you seemed to weigh far heavier to him, judging from how he's waiting patiently in the cold for you to get out of night class. Rindou knows of your schedule well -- he's memorised it ever since you showed it to him the last time he visited home.

"Fuck," he cusses, nose growing redder and patience growing thinner with each passing moment that you don't appear at the entrance. "Did I get the wrong time?" He murmurs to himself and pulls out his phone to check. Did he perhaps be smart that day and snapped a photo of your timetable? But he's sure you finish at 8 on Tuesdays, with Math being the last period -- he remembers you complaining about it because you have always been one to hate Math, while him on the other hand, is an absolute beast at it.

White snow slowly covers his two-toned hair as he shuffles his weight from one foot to another, and a deep crease forms between his brows after realising that his stupid ass did not, in fact, be smart that day and snap a photo of your timetable.

Rindou clicks his tongue. He's contemplating on leaving -- to turn around and just go over to your house right now. Maybe you are actually home this whole time as he's stuck here pondering his thoughts and you're getting bored out of your mind.

He thinks he cannot waste another moment to see you.

And after a few more analysing and breaking down on what would be the best option to do, a voice calls out for his name. A girl's voice -- smooth and filled with so much excitement, it seems -- and he turns around to look at her.

Himeko approaches him from the entrance -- dressed in her cozy uniform and a heavy book bag is slung over her shoulder. "Rindou, you're home." She jogs up to him, leg warmers falling off her calves as she runs and stops just right in front of him. There's a wide grin stretched across her face as she stares up at the much taller boy and doe eyes squints a little from the lamppost shining down into them. Light snowflakes cover her eyelashes and she simply dusts them away with a little smile.

"Oh, hey." Rindou blinks. He then turns on his heel to head towards your house and Himeko follows along with a finger hooked onto a strap of his Jansport. "Why are you back home? It's not Summer." She states, and she soon realises that the last sentence had sounded a little stupid -- so she attempts to make it less awkward for her by asking more questions and attempting to converse with Rindou, to which the boy doesn't oppose on answering.

"It's the last week before winter break." She states while picking up her pace behind him to catch up with the boy's wider steps.

"I know. How's school?" He asks, his vacant hand shoving down into the pocket of his jacket to keep warm but Himeko nudges his elbow. He looks down and sees that she is handing him her book bag.

Rindou fishes the hand out to get a hold of the strap and he slings it over his shoulder -- just as habit allows. Himeko seems delighted at this, as she crosses her hands behind her body and starts skipping beside him on the sidewalk. But a brown bag hanging off his left hand catches her attention and curious hands starts inching towards it without him knowing.

"Just fine. It's been a little boring though, even the teachers are getting ready for the holidays." She replies. Rindou simply hums at it. He's never been great at conversations -- always the listener with you as his speaker.

And he feels a sudden jolt at the bag in his hand. He snatches it back quick, eyes sharp and movements turning defensive as he stares at the girl who is clearly shocked at his behaviour over a bag of chocolate chip muffins.

". . . What?" He clears his throat and stops in his tracks. He's getting irritated. Himeko tilts her head to the side. She points at the bag of muffins with a pointer, "Are those for me? I like muffins."

"'S for Mom. She wanted me to buy 'em before coming back." And with that, Rindou hands Himeko back her own bag to take. He doesn't say anything further, and he shoves its strap back into her hands, the weight pushing her arms down and she furrows her brows at his suddenness.

It's so awkward. But she is Himeko -- always the peacemaker of the group -- and she decides to clear the atmosphere with a change of topic.

"Ran didn’t come home with you?"

Rindou remains quiet for a while -- obviously feeling a little pissed, but ultimately, he decides to reply to her anyway.

"Nah, he's still in Tokyo. I came back without him."

"Why’d you come home then?"

"I just missed Mom's cooking, 's all." He shrugs. A lie, but Himeko doesn't need to know that. Though she beams at his response, "I went to your house for dinner yesterday. Your Mom's cooking is way too good." My house, dinner?

"Did Y/N go, too?" He asks a little too quickly, the steady beat of his chest growing quicker at the thought of you most probably sitting on his chair at his dining table while enjoying his mother's cooking before finding ways to sneak up to his room and mess with his DJ set that he'd purposely left home for you to play with. He smiles a little at the possible scene playing in his head.

The smile on Himeko's face falters a little at his sudden burst of emotion with the mention of you, but she fixes herself fast and shoots back a response just as fast.

"No, her father came home on Sunday. I haven't seen her since."

Rindou turns his head to look at the shorter girl beside with a worried expression -- a total contrast to all that he's felt just now. He stops in his tracks, and Himeko stops too -- just two steps ahead of him -- with the smile on her face completely gone now.

"What's wrong?" She asks, face full of genuine concern.

"What do you mean?" Rindou frowns.

Himeko tilts her head to the left, trying to grasp what exactly that he's asking, so she repeats her words from earlier by talking slower.

"Y/N's dad came home on Sunday . . . ? She hasn't attended classes today or yesterday. I haven't seen her since she left to pick her father up from the airport. That was Sunday. But we know how it is. Her dad's probably just looking for some family bonding time with her."

Rindou scowls at it.

No, you don't.

Though she doesn't notice it, she shifts a little awkwardly at Rindou's visible shift in mood.

"Bye." He bids curtly and he leaves Himeko behind. The boy quickens his steps and turns into the road that leads straight to your house. He can see the building from a distance and Rindou can faintly make out that the lights are on.

You must be home.

"Rindou? Where are you-" Himeko calls out, but she pauses after realising the road that he's taking. He hears faint footsteps behind him but he doesn't reply -- his beating heart way too frantic for him to say anything at this point, let alone actually think for a response.

Her words play in his head over and over again, and it gets so overwhelming to the point that he has to take a breather and fix his unruly hair that's starting to block his vision.

Your dad is home.

A step closer to your house. Snow crunches beneath his sneakers.

Your dad is home.

The gate is open. He sees the quick wagging of a fluffy tail just beside the metal.

Your dad is home.

Inu-sama sits by the gate and upon sensing his owner's childhood friend's arrival, it barks at him. And it doesn't stop barking despite Rindou being someone who it has grown so familiar with over the years of your childhood and Inu-sama's place in your family.

"Hey, bud." He reaches down to pat your old Shiba, combing down its fur and giving it a few belly rubs before reaching into the pocket of his Jansport to fish out a little treat for your dog. He's not forgotten its treats despite leaving the house in a rush. "Where's 姉さん?" He asks -- as if Inu-sama could speak -- and it can, actually. It barks again to the door after his question and Rindou takes it as a hint that you are probably inside.

But the gate is open. Weird.

So he kicks off his shoes by the entrance and brings a nervous knuckle up to knock on the door. His hearts thumps fast in his chest, breath stuttering in his throat -- not because the thought of you possibly opening the door for him makes him giddy, but because the thought of your father possibly opening the door for him makes him weak. Scared.

Rindou is scared.

Everyone is afraid of your father. Even Ran who is known to have no fear towards anyone in his life -- not even his elders -- is scared of your father. But everyone except Himeko, though. Somehow through her rose-tinted eyes she still holds on to the idea that your father is just like any other: a man who leads and a man who brings structure. But you can't blame her, for she hasn't seen your father in ages. She hasn't seen the man he has become.

And Rindou knocks again, but still, no response, so he tries his luck by twisting the knob. It's unlocked and he pushes it open. Perhaps it'll earn him a black eye for attempting to enter your house without your father's approval, but he'll risk it just this once.

"Y/N?"

He's half-expected the house to be empty -- from the state of your unlocked door and gate to the awfully quiet and icy cold atmosphere of your house. Rindou doesn't think there's anyone in the house.

That is until he looks down at the sound of a sob.

The monster has done it again.

You're crouching on the floor, surrounded by what seems to be broken shards of glass and a few blood stains tainting the marble white of your floor.

He bolts towards you in an instant, not before throwing off his bag by the foot of the door and stepping over the sharp glass to reach over to you on his sock-clad feet. They cut into his flesh and he hisses a little at the sting, but he ignores the pain, and he diverts his attention back all on you.

You're not moving from your position, but he can tell that you're crying. You're hurt -- the cuts and dark bruises that's starting to swell on your arms and legs cracks his heart at the sight, and you're cold -- God, you're so, so cold when he scoops your frail body up and into his arms, away from the wrecked floor.

Weak, shaky hands immediately move to grip on his shoulder, nails sinking into the flesh as you suck in a deep breath upon realising that there's someone holding you -- someone is touching you. You panic a little, a whine escaping your throat and you try pushing him away with all the strength that you can muster. You hadn't realised that it is Rindou. You hadn't realised that he has entered the house. It doesn't hit you that Rindou is back home in the middle of December. You continue fighting against in his arms with more tears springing up to your bloodshot eyes.

"Stop, Dad. Please. It hurts."

That alone sends the boy into a shaking mess.

But he gathers himself, and he attempts to ground you by sitting you both on the couch and pressing your cold body into his warm chest. He buries his nose in your neck and kisses the skin gently, feeling the quick pulse of your heartbeat against his lips while rubbing warm circles on your upper back -- a means to soothe you, a means to tell you that he's here. "'S me, babe. It's me." He says it so softly -- right next to your ear, only meant for you to hear, meant for you to listen.

You shudder a little at the sudden warmth invading your skin and into your bones, and it then strikes you that the person holding you is Rindou. Rindou is home. The peppermint of his smell that you've long grown to love makes its way in grounding your senses and you eventually relax in his secure hold.

You're safe now.

Rindou is home. You are not alone anymore.

And then you start crying again.

"Where's the bastard? Your mom too." He asks, tone rough but he's gentle when cleaning away the blood on your lips from being busted by no doubt a harsh strike and he wipes it off on his jacket. You hold the other hand of his on your cheek to kiss the palm. "The airport. He says he's going back to the States. Just after a day." Your voice is shaky as you try your hardest to explain to him clearly amidst your choked sobs, "Mom is still in Osaka." And he doesn't make you speak any further after that -- he simply nods at your reply and opting to hug you close to his chest and calm your cries instead.

Rindou sighs angrily at your answer, a deep breath escaping his nose. You only bury yourself closer to him at it.

So your father did actually leave you in here all alone like this and went back to continuing his career. He wonders just how long you have been staying like this, in this state.

He looks around the house to make sure the man is actually gone and his purple eyes don’t miss the heavy stacks of medical textbooks and printed samples of medical reports scattered all over the coffee table. Your test paper -- Math, Tachibana Y/N, Fail -- sits atop of the books, the papers crumpled and a little torn at the sides. The large frames that hangs on the walls of your living room -- none of them are yours, all are his -- are all displaying professional photos of him attached with the many titles and prizes awarded to him.

Doctor Tachibana Hiroji, PhD in Oncology.

Doctor Tachibana Hiroji, board member of Harvard Medical School.

Doctor Tachibana Hiroji.

Tachibana Hiroji.

What a man of noble character and high intellect, but is such a monster behind closed doors to his only daughter, his family.

Rindou turns his head back, and he’s gentle with you - soft hands wiping away the free-flowing tears and light bloodstains off your face.

And he decides that he doesn’t want to see you like this anymore.

Rindou presses his forehead to yours.

"I'll kill him, you know?"

"No, don't. You'll-"

"I'll kill him. I promise.”

Himeko stands behind the two of you -- scared behind the couch -- with eyes so wide and a heart pumping blood so fast underneath the bones of her chest that she thinks she might die.

But a broken sob from you on the couch breaks her out of her bubble.

She looks around the house.

She looks at your state.

She takes it all in.

"But we know how it is. Her dad's probably just looking for some family bonding time with her."

Oh.

tags: @nana-osakii

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hana-no-seiiki · 1 year

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RECREATIONAL

THIRD PART TO FEROZEVE SERIES : [PREVIOUS] [MASTERLIST] [NEXT?]

YANDERE POP IDOL! OC x MANAGER! READER x YANDERE ROCKSTAR SMUT

tw/cw: reader uses gn pronouns but has a dicc, unprotected seggs, unrealistic seggs, anal seggs. switch! reader, switch! eve, gong! feroze. dub/non con.

status: unedited.

thank you hubby @moyazaika for letting me use your son again, and for the voters that picked this fic (🤰🏻) in the emoji poll.

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“Mx. Ma-na-ger~ !” Eve drawled as he glomped you from behind. Despite not hearing what he had to say or do aside from assaulting you with hugs, you were already dreading the next moments of your life.

“Eve, no.” You tried slipping away but are unfortunately unable to defeat hours of dance routines and gyms sessions Eve had to go through as a part of his training and work.

“But Mx. Ma ↗ na ↘ ger ↗ ! ! ! ” His pitch fluctuated as you had resorted to shaking him off instead.

“Eve, I already told you that I’m busy.”

And then he pouted.

You see, when an idol like the Jisoo Han pouts it is almost as if the entire universe has ended. It’s like the feeling you’d get when every puppy or god forbid every kitten dies. The feeling of utter sadness so insurmountable you almost crumble to your knees.

Eve had the power to create smiles and laughter across the globe, but he also had the power to completely destroy any semblance of happiness from a person. You knew that power very well.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, desperately attempting not to cringe or cry from his actions.“Fine. I’ll be free next evening. Don’t. Bother. Rosy.”

You thought he’d be satisfied with your answer but he only pouts even harder.

You sighed. This absolute man-child. “. . . Soo.”

He immediately flicks back to his cheery self. A boyish grin on his face as he separated himself from you and skipped away. “Okay~! I’ll see ya soon.”

That was way too easy. Oh god. What could that demon be thinking of?

As soon as he left, another one of your man-children came into your office. Groaning, he plopped himself atop one of your bean bag chairs.

Feroze doesn’t utter a word, and you could tell that his hangover had been a pain to deal with. Usually he’d already be all over you. It sort of reminded you of how he was during your early days with him. Still, he made the effort to show up despite the massive migraine he should be feeling right now.

“I—“ You started, but you are unable to finish your words as he’d already beat you to the chase.

“I love you, really love you, but if your next words are I told you so. Just don’t.”

Darn, he knew you too well. Time to take a different approach to asserting your correctness.

“Well you know what they say—“

“I’m going out to eat.” He seemingly teleported in front of you, flicking your forehead. And then, he was out. Just poof. Disappeared.

You stared at the hangover medicine you prepared for him located in the drawer of your desk, and humphed, “. . .He didn’t even let me finish.”

There are many stages of love in Urdu and Arab world. Attraction, love and even death, but infatuation; عشق (ishq) was what Feroze identified with. Literally speaking it just meant love. Symbolically however, it meant so, so much more.

It was both all of love in itself and a stage of it. It was above the notion of logic or sense. Just as how he felt with you.

❝

Ishq Nazuk-Mizaj Hai Behad (Love has a delicate disposition)

Aql Ka Bojh Utha Nahin Sakta (It cannot bear burden of logic)

❞

As an Urdu poet Akbar Allahabadi would say.

Feroze’s entire existence revolved around yours. He breathed for you, he’d die for you. The biggest regret in his life was how he didn’t meet you sooner, didn’t treat you the way you were supposed to sooner.

Feroze wasn’t actually mad or even annoyed by your words earlier. He could never, ever have such feelings towards you. He just needed an excuse to follow Eve. As to why he didn’t just do that? Well he had to see your face that morning to cleanse himself, of course. One look at you per day and all the negative energy in his life seemed to just fade away.

“Mr. Khan! How’s the hangover?” Speaking of negative energy.

Eve and him had been bonding quite well over the past few weeks. It was a miracle in itself. Despite the former’s overt interest in Feroze’s manager, he found the boy too cute to be murdered in his sleep. He had this ‘baby-ghorl’ aura about him that Feroze couldn’t help but be amused with. The rockstar could see why this idol had so many fans.

Eve approached him, his usually sparkly grin covered by the dark mask his disguise included. Promotional material for their collab had already been released to the public and has thus put them in the spotlight once more. Trying to go to that bar last night was already hell in the first place, meeting in a cafe where anyone could see them? That was just a wish for death.

Eve slid a small glass bottle that looked a lot like those syrups they marketed for younger kids. Or poison, one or the other.

Without a word, Feroze downed the liquid. And then immediately regretted his decision, hacking at the taste of it all, “What did you just give to me?”

“A hangover cure. Those usually don’t taste good no matter what country I go to. I knew you were a lightweight but I barely got to drink before you —“ Eve halted his bullying as soon as he saw the deathly glare Feroze threw at him.“Fine~ Fine! I’m sure Mx. Manager already made fun of your situation.”

Feroze turned his hazel eyes to the bottle.

“You spiked my drink, didn’t you?”

Eve doesn’t freeze up, he doesn’t even flinch, not a sign of guilt could be found on him. Feroze wouldn’t be surprised if the ravenette actually didn’t feel a hint of remorse for what he did. He acknowledges the boy’s fearless attitude. “I’m sorry?”

“I said, you spiked my drink didn’t you? Last night. I saw you put it in, but decided you could have a little fun with your ex-manager.” He emphasized your current status, that being out of Eve’s employment and in his. “So, did you?”

Eve twirled a lock of his bangs, avoiding eye contact. His ears had turned completely red. The usual glow about him somewhat dissipated. “Not enough.”

Feroze who was much less careful about his reputation and actions took Eve’s hand in his and held it, tightly. His callused fingers contrasted greatly to Eve’s soft, moisturized hands. “Well, we can’t have our Soo here feeling unsatisfied do we?” He massaged each finger vigorously while simultaneously keeping it as still as possible.

“What’s the catch? You wouldn’t just give away the love of your life away. Would you?”

“No. You’re right. I would never. But the benefits outweigh the negatives. I believe this collaboration of ours will help everyone in the long run.”

“Deal.”

You loved schedules and planning. It was everything to you. It’s why you worked as a manager for all these years. The intricacies of time management gave you a rush you could not explain. Perhaps this emotion was akin to what Feroze confessed to feeling about you. Though you heavily doubted it was that close.

You weren’t the type to beat up people if they didn’t follow you or your beloved schedule.

Were you?

In any case, as appointed, you arrived at Eve’s and Feroze’s shared studio. Perfectly on time.

“So, what did you want me for?”

“Well, I was recording this track. I already have Mr. Khan’s vocals and mine I just need . . .”

You had the knack to read Eve’s mind before he even spoke. It was why he adored you so much. Studying him was just a part of the job in your case. Despite his almost angelic demeanor, he felt more like the child you had to babysit rather than a proper partner.

“No way. I can’t sing.” You waved your hands in protest. You can barely hold a regular note for too long, how were you able to keep up with those trained singers the company usually hired for these things? You were meant to be in the backstage, not the center or anywhere near there.

Eve easily shoved you in the recording booth, “That’s why I’m here silly. To help you, now get in the booth.”

“Eve—“ You mouthed, trying your best to get out. But the exit had already been locked. Damn, how was he so fast?

And it’s official. The idol had you trapped. So easily as well. He should have done this ages ago. “Soo.” Your voice barely came out, anxiety hindering its proper passage. This wasn’t going to actually be a recording session was it?

His right hand then grabbed your outer thigh. You flinched, you thrash around, but he doesn’t stop.“Soo, I can’t do this with you — gah —“

“But why not~? Aren’t you a good little manager? You’ll do this for me won’t you?” He unbuttoned your pants, slowly pulling them down. Savoring the reveal of your precious [s/c] skin. While his scarlet eyes were firmly glued to your face, his left hand wandered to your clothed cock. Three fingers pressed against it, moving up and down gently.

“Mmf — For your information, I’m only obliged to follow Feroze’s —“ He stopped.

His appendages leave your side in a second. You were utterly disappointed in yourself as you realized you already missed his skin making contact with your body.

“Soo?”

He stood still for seconds until his fingers twitched.

After which, he laughed.

“HAHAHAHAHA! You think you were ever someone else’s? You’re mine, [Y/N]. Mine.”

It unnerved you. Not how maniacal his words or his guffawing, no, it was how genuine it felt in comparison to his usual one. In fact you were so caught up with his breakdown that you couldn’t even protest as he carried you in his arms, shoving lube up your little asshole and making you face the wall.

You hadn’t even realized his own penis was not covered anymore.

Everything just hits you when he thrusted in. Filling you with one slide.“Now make music for me, hm?”

Despite the microphone being a little too far from you, you were positive it could pick up the moan you just made.

It was like you felt everything, pain and pleasure mixed inside you and you couldn’t tell if you were enjoying this sick act or completely hated it. But one thing was for sure, you do nothing to stop him. Completely consumed by the feeling of his dick rearranging your organs.

“Louder, baby.” He picked up the pace, before shortly cumming inside you without warning. A reminder of his status as a virgin despite his personality. It doesn’t take long for him to get going again. “I wanted to be inside you for so long. I want to stay inside you forever.”

As Eve started speeding up, a mop of red hair entered your vision, “Rosy—“

You expected anger, you expected a murder you’d have to somehow cover up. But all your current client does was grab Eve by the shoulders.

“Ease up there, Soo.”

Eve’s horrifically ‘calm’ expression switches back into his playful once he faced Khan. You didn’t even know how much fear was pumping within your veins until he calmed down (at least outwardly) “C’mon. I know even you wouldn’t be able to resist this little hole.”

Were they . . . in this together? No they couldn’t be. They were just so different.

If only you knew how alike they were.

The limited space in the booth didn’t really feel good to the three of you upon Feroze’s words “Scooch over.” Eve had to back up while he was still inside you, allowing the other man to squeeze in.

Feroze grabbed your chin with one hand making you look to his face. “Look at me, meri jaan. My ishq.” and your cock with the other, tenderly stroking your member. “I love you alright? More than anything else in this world.”

“Then —“

“Let you go? Not a chance in hell.” He chuckled, increasing the pace of his handjob.

If you thought that Eve using you was too much, it was nigh impossible to imagine the stimulation you were currently receiving. “Sh- sto . . hah — p. Please.”

“Don’t break them yet, I haven’t even came.” You could however imagine the pout on Eve’s face. His thrusts stuttering from its once regular rhythm.

“Ssh. We’re doing this to record their pretty voice aren’t we?”

“Stop! Wh - hah - what about Soo’s reputation?”

Eve would use those words to blame you for his future breakdowns later on, your show of concern making his dick even harder than it already. But for now he could only express this feeling of gratitude by pushing it in deeper. “I’m a solo act now baby. It’s fine~”

“F-Fuhuck, I’m — “ He came inside you the second time, making your slick hole even wetter and causing you to cum all over Feroze’s hands.

“My turn.” The older man yanked you away. Eve’s semen dripped down to your thighs and legs as he’d separated from you.

“Hey!” He protested. But if there was one person who was more swole than Eve it was Feroze. The man putting him in a slightly bended position; looking away, and you in between the two singers.

“Hold on to his waist, meri jaan.”

You do as your told, feeling Feroze align your dick to Eve’s hole. Wait- he was completely dry how would he-

The answer was that Eve would take you no matter what. It did not feel great to either one of you, the only lubrication that existed was your previous ejaculation, and part of you knew that Feroze intended that. “Mmf—!” Mostly because he doesn’t take any time to warn you before he also inserts himself but in you. “I haven’t done something like this in ages . . . but nothing could compare to this”

Feroze helps you into a rhythm that ensured that you were either completely inside Eve or him inside you at every moment. Overstimulating you once more. When it came for his turn to thrust however, he put so much power that often times it would move you forwards and go a bit to deep.

“Shit! You’re doing that on purpose!”

“Not my fault you’re too excited to put a lil lube in!”

“I- I - think I’m — ! “ You closed your eyes, feeling your second release. A high you’ve never once reached before. A kind of high that ruins others as you’d find yourself chasing it.

But you knew, you knew it’d be impossible without these two men aiding you in that climb.

Feroze was right behind you as you reached the top. Thick, hot ropes of cum spill all over inside of you.

The three of you took deep breaths, but it was only a short respite for what would be a long, long, night. “We’re not done yet. I only came once.”

“The hell—“

Feroze turned you to face him, positioning you atop Eve’s back. His handsome face looked stunning even underneath the dim lighting.

You did not know if his following question was directed towards you or ravenette, “You won’t mind this, won’t you?” Just that his cock had already been enveloped by Eve’s canal.

“Mr. Khannnn, you could have let me lube up.” The idol complained between moans.

“You took them no problem but not me?”

“You’re different! And bigger! Ah, fuck!”

“You deserve a little punishment for spiking my drink. Besides their cum should be more than enough.”

“He did what?!”

“Ack—!”

“Take it, کنجر (kanjr)”

Feroze cackled at your worried face and Eve’s pain, pounding into him without a care in the world. His sadism really knew no bounds.

You three ended up staying the studio all night. Your hole and cock being used up for all its worth.

The album ended up being a massive hit. The title track, the one with your ‘vocals’ ended up breaking records and staying at the top of charts for months.

Comments on the song largely talking about how realistic the sensual sounds of sex in the background was. Completely unaware that it was the two famous singers making love to you.

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

fun fact: i was rocking out to mlp music while writing this lol (that and my cousin watching van helsing in the background, very very loudly)

#hns.eve #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagine #yandere oc #yandere fic #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc x you #yandere x you #yandere idol #yandere rockstar #feroze #yandere ocs x reader #yandere story #yandere core #yan core #oc x reader

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Behind locked doors (2/2)

Pairing: Reiner Braun x [gn / afab] Tybur! Reader Summary: Not only a toy, but now a lover. Tags: Transmasc friendly / use of pussy / breeding kink / impregnation kink / Forbidden relationship/ Penetration (no gendered description) / Harsh / Dirty talk

Requested by @inamoraataa ["thank you 🤩please do kind of smut (breeding kink, harsh , lot of dirty talk , and pregnancy kink also? 🤔 ) With happy ending and their both Confess to each other Thank again ❤️"]

PART ONE

MASTERLIST

“No, no,” you said with a sigh as you looked at the servant who stood right outside your chamber’s door for what felt like forever. They had tried to step into the room, but you kept the door half open and stood in the way, not putting any effort into hiding your impatience. “I already said that I don’t need anything. Look, I am about to go to sleep, so I hope there’s no interruption. I’ll ask for it if I need any help.”

Marley didn’t save efforts when it came to pleasing the Tybur family, no matter the blood that ran in your veins, and even if it could be pleasing, it could also be annoying.

“But it’s been instructed that—”

“I don’t want anything extra,” you breathed, glaring a little. “All I want is not to be bothered for the night. If you can’t do that, then…”

“I’m sorry, Mx!” Their eyes widened before they bowed and rushed away.

“Fuck,” you huffed while closing the door, turning to see Reiner, who still stood pressed to the wall, right beside the door. “I think we won’t be disturbed anymore.” The door locked with a click of the key before you looked at him. A boundary set by a Tybur would rarely be crossed there unless it was for a drastic case, which was a rare occurrence.

Reiner raised his eyebrows lightly, not seeming so pleased with the interruption as well, sighing softly. “I hope so.” He stepped closer and placed his hands on your waist to pull you closer against him, within reach to kiss your cheek. “I want to enjoy you without any interruptions, and give you the attention you deserve,” he whispered, breath tickling your skin. “You know…” He took a pause, gulping as he pulled away enough to look at you in the eyes. “I missed you.”

Reiner’s voice was breathy and unsteady, quiet so that he could try to pretend to have said something else in case you had the wrong reaction to his words. What would you think of a damn, filthy Eldian trying to get closer to you like that? Taking liberties just because you granted him some special freedom to fill your needs or something. His heartbeat hammered against his ears as he waited for your response for what felt like an eternity, his hands sweating as they suddenly didn’t feel so right around your waist. He was about to take a step back when your lips arched into a smile, and you hummed softly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You did?” You chuckled a little, and Reiner didn’t know how to interpret it. His heart beat faster and his face burned hot as he looked at you, trying to keep a straight face. Were you making fun of him, or was it genuine?

“I mean…” Reiner cleared his throat, looking down.

“Well, I missed you, too,” you said with a wide grin, and Reiner decided just to leave the matter aside when you pulled him in for a kiss, humming softly as he deepened the kiss, intending to make it last until you forgot about the matter. His teeth tugged lightly on your bottom lip until a moan escaped your throat, so he let his tongue dart into your mouth and glide against yours while his hands tightened around your waist just the way you enjoyed.

When Reiner finally pulled away from the kiss, you were breathless, your lips swollen and shiny from the saliva, and you looked at him with such needy eyes that made his pants start to grow tighter. He quickly captured your lips in another kiss, humming softly as he ran his tongue along the back of your teeth and let it press against yours until he snatched another pleased moan from you, and started guiding you to take steps back, only letting go when the back of your legs reached the edge of the bed.

A new kind of urgency and tension permeated the air once the kiss broke and you two looked at each other in the eyes, keeping silent for a moment before you moved to climb on the bed.

Reiner loved how soft the bed was, unlike anywhere else he’d ever slept, and he didn’t even know how to react before such a lavish that he’d never had contact before in life. Was it luck or a curse? He didn’t really know how to interpret it, but the way the mattress sank under his knees didn’t matter while he worked on carefully removing your clothes, tugging on the laces, and fumbling with buttons, revealing each time more of your skin to his hungry gaze.

Your skin felt so smooth under Reiner’s palms like porcelain compared to rough metal, and as much as he felt so undeserving of having you to himself like that, he believed that he was the only one who could appreciate you the way you truly deserved.

The way you arched your back and pressed into Reiner’s palms gave him a sense of pride as he cupped his hands over your chest and then let them down to your waist, squeezing it a little, encouraging you to open your legs invitingly, and he couldn’t get rid of those tight pants soon enough.

“Reiner,” you mumbled in a whiny voice. Your hands were around the lapel of his jacket—his filthy, warrior jacket—to pull him down within reach for a kiss, which he gladly welcomed, nibbling on your bottom lip before he deepened the contact. It was hard, but he tried his best to keep it going while taking off his uniform, carelessly undoing the buttons, and tossing his clothes to the ground.

Being naked with you like that felt raw, in a good sense. It made Reiner feel closer to you when he wasn’t wearing that stupid armband or his uniform, which managed to trick the permanent guilt that sat uncomfortably inside his chest.

Once all the clothes were discarded, Reiner pulled back so that he could take a proper look at you, raising his eyebrows as he placed his hands on your thighs. His fingers roamed over every inch of your skin, giving it just a small fraction of the worship you deserved. The affection he felt stirred with arousal when he met your needy gaze and then observed the wet mess between your legs.

Reiner leaned in and kissed the middle of your chest, this time sitting back on his legs whilst gripping your thighs to pull you closer, allowing your bottom to rest on his lap. His cock aligned with your pussy now, its length pressed right between your folds. The slightest touch against your clit made you gasp while arching your back, immediately holding tightly onto his shoulders.

“Mmph, Reiner, please…” You arched your back in a fruitless attempt to gain more friction, and Reiner enjoyed the frustrated whimpers that escaped your lips while your nails sank into his skin. The desperation made Reiner’s cock twitch, so he made sure to linger a little while kissing your chest before he could finally adjust your hips, holding the base of his cock to position himself against your entrance.

It had been a couple of months since you’d last seen each other, two bitter months that he had spent between craving you and trying to get you off his mind because he couldn’t bear not having you with him. How could he even consider being with someone like you?

“Fuck,” Reiner muttered as he felt his tip dip into your wetness, making him groan as he rubbed his tip against your clit, just to see you whimper and squirm. He loved how someone like him was able to make you behave like that, even more so when he pulled away and compelled you to mumble something in frustration while whining. So lovely.

It was easy to handle you so that you were on your side, and Reiner lay behind you, chest pressed to your back as he hooked a hand under your knee to pull your leg up, relishing the way you let out an embarrassed sound.

“Relax, baby, hm?” Reiner’s deep voice breathed into your ear, as his free arm wrapped around your waist, feeling your skin rise in shivers under his touch. “You’ll like this, I promise,” he whispered as he shifted around, pressing the tip of his cock to your entrance, groaning softly.

Reiner had missed it, really. He had spent nights with his eyes pressed shut and hand on his cock while trying his best to picture your pretty face and how your pussy clenched around him. His hand didn’t do any justice, but it was the best he had, and now he was afraid he would cum too soon if he got too excited about how your walls accommodated around his cock, tight, as if you depended on having him inside you.

“Ahh, Reiner,” you breathed in that delicious needy tone as his cock sank in as deeply as it could in the current position. As his hand returned to pull your leg up, you gripped the sheets but soon reached an arm behind yourself, placing it on the back of his head. “Fuck…”

Your back arched against Reiner’s as he started to move his hips, moans falling right into your ear. Given your bliss and how you melted under his touches, he couldn’t help but wonder if you’d been needing that as much as he did.

“Melting already?” Reiner mumbled with a breathy chuckle as he kept thrusting into your tight pussy, loving the squelching sounds of his cock sinking inside you beneath your loud moans. “I barely touched you. Did you miss me that much? I bet you spent every night with your fingers deep inside yourself, imagining me taking you.” His breath fanned against your ear, and he wished he could take a better look at your face right now. “Come on, answer me.”

“I—I did,” you gasped with a whine, tugging on Reiner’s hair a little. “Mmph, ‘missed your cock…” You trailed off, babbling about something that he couldn’t understand, but still managed to make his cock twitch inside you.

“Yeah?” Reiner grinned, humming as he nuzzled your neck a little, kissing and sucking on the skin as he started moving his hips a little faster. “I bet no one else can fuck you this good—” His voice cracked with a moan when your walls clenched around his cock. “And you’d hardly enjoy having anyone else fuck you after I did so, right? Such a precious Tybur belonging to someone like me,” he groaned, appreciating each of the high-pitched moans that spilled from your lips among incoherent words, much to his amusement.

“You’re tighter than I remember…” Reiner groaned, making a brief pause so that he could adjust his position, allowing his hand to rest on your lower stomach while your legs intertwined. “Been saving yourself for me?” And he wished the answer would be ‘yes’, but he couldn’t catch on any word between your pleased cries. “Fuck it,” he breathed as he allowed his hand to go lower until his fingers found your clit, and it was fucking wonderful. His fingers quickly soaked up with your wetness, gliding easily against the bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pressure.

Your back arched deliciously as your hand flew down to grasp tightly around Reiner’s forearm while you squirmed, crying out softly. The pleasure that ran up your spine made your mind fuzzy and your legs quiver; a sob was snatched from your throat as you arched your back and sank your nails into his skin, which barely did anything to Reiner in general. He loved watching how pleased you were, squirming and crying under his touch. Something that only he was able to do.

A tightness started forming itself in Reiner’s bottom stomach, and how your pussy milked his cock so intensely didn’t help one bit. He had to force himself to slow down and eventually stop, using every fiber of his being to fight against chasing the sweet release that tempted him so much, like a piece of steaming juicy meat in front of his hungry self.

Bruises would probably decorate the areas where Reiner’s fingers sank into your skin, trying to relieve some of the anguish that contorted inside him while his imminent orgasm painfully fizzled away. You also didn’t seem so pleased, grunting in complaint while he shifted, manhandling you into a new position.

Reiner didn’t mind how your arms were like noodles under yourself as long as your ass was up in the air, presented for him. He glanced at you to make sure everything was okay, while you hugged a pillow under yourself. Were you going to muffle your moans just now? With all those guards outside, having heard most of the previous part? He didn’t think it mattered at this point, so he just proceeded, positioning himself between your legs again.

The sight alone could make Reiner cum if he got too lost in it, which was something easy to happen. His hands adjusted themselves on your ass, kneading lightly on them while he observed your pussy, shiny with the love juices that coated it. It was swollen from the abuse, your clit throbbing as if pleading for more of his touch, and who was he to deny it?

A groan escaped your lips when the tip of Reiner’s cock pressed to your clit again, his cock running between your folds before it finally slipped inside you to be welcomed by your tight warmth once more. He craved it, at this point, and he supposed that you felt the same, given the way your pussy sucked his cock back inside so intensely. And the messy moans… Fuck, they drove him crazy, even more so when he could hear his name—or at least something that resembled it—among your sounds.

Reiner took a moment to observe his cock slowly sinking inside you repeatedly, accumulating a creamy ring around the base, before he gave in to his wants instead and sped up, refilling the room with the obscene sound of skin against skin that sounded over your partially muffled moans.

Everything about it was perfect. How your skin felt under his hands, your back arching as his cock reached in deeper than before and kept hitting that spot inside you that made you whimper and see stars while your knuckles went white around the pillow.

“R—Rei—” You sobbed again, pussy clenching more around Reiner’s cock.

A groan escaped Reiner’s throat as he leaned forward, his chest pressing to your back as he placed a hand around your jaw and lifted your head so that he could whisper into your ear. “You’re milking my cock so good,” he moaned into your ear. “I’ll finish inside today again because I know you love that so much… You love being bred by me, don’t you?” His fingers tightened around your jaw in a demanding manner. He wanted to hear your dismantled voice struggling to form answers that satisfied him.

“Yeah,” you whimpered in a shaky voice, growing tighter around him. “Mmph, b-breed—”

“Fuck,” he whispered. His hand grasped your hip for leverage so that he could start fucking you faster, giving in more to the temptation. “Can you imagine it if I manage to knock you up, hm? Belly swollen with my kid. Eldian blood. What would everyone think of that? Such a shame, babe. You’re so dirty,” Reiner ranted into your ear, absolutely in love with the way you moaned louder and squirmed more just because he kept saying such obscenities to you. You were so dirty, more than anyone would believe a Tybur to be.

“I hope you’re ready because I will fill you up all night long until I make sure you’re bred and carrying my child, you hear me?” Reiner breathed into your ear, and the thought also made his cock twitch inside you, and he felt like he couldn’t get enough no matter how fast and hard he thrust into your tight, wet pussy. “I want to fill you up so badly…”

Reiner’s hand was wet, a mix of tears and drool pooling in his palm. So hot. He could reduce you to pieces in the best way ever. Such a damn privilege.

“R—Rein— Nngh, I’m so close,” you sobbed, arching your back and grasping tightly onto the pillow under you. “Please, don’t stop…” Your voice kept cracking, with messy syllables interrupted by moans whenever his cock dived right back into you.

Reiner was also close, cock already aching with the built-up pleasure. “Then cum,” he mumbled into your ear lowly. “Cream all around my cock, baby, let it go,” he whispered. Meanwhile, his hand went from your hip to between your legs to rub circles against your clit again, and it was all it took to have your walls clenching around his cock and coating it with your release. Your orgasm lasted longer than usual, toes curling as your mind blacked out when the pleasure washed over, stretched out by how Reiner kept fucking you with unwavering intensity.

“Please, cum inside,” you choked out in a strained voice, thighs quivering as you tried to fight the overstimulation that threatened to kick in, if it were even possible. Your knuckles hurt already, burning from holding on to the pillow, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop it. “Please, Reiner, please, please— Inside, breed me,” you babbled, and Reiner couldn’t resist your pleas.

Reiner’s balls tightened before he was cumming inside you with a restrained grunt, tightening his grip on you as he kept moving his hips, making sure to cover your tight walls with his seed and push them deep into you before he finally stopped moving, riding out his orgasm.

“Fuck, so perfect,” Reiner mumbled into the back of your neck and kissed it softly, humming pleased. He pulled away, cock slipping out of your pussy with a squelching sound, and helped you lay down properly. You seemed comfortable on your side, so he let you be, humming faintly as he kissed all over the side of your face soothingly. “Are you okay, love?” He whispered, caressing your side.

You hummed faintly, blinking the tears away from your eyes so that you could look at Reiner in the eyes with a shaky sigh. “Reiner,” you mumbled weakly and placed a hand on the back of his head to bring him down for a kiss on the lips. “I missed you so much,” you whispered.

“Missed me?” Reiner smiled a little bit, lips grazing yours as he spoke.

“Yes,” you mumbled with a nod and nuzzled his nose softly. “Really. I wanted you so badly. I missed cuddling, kissing, hearing your voice.” A soft smile grazed your lips, and Reiner felt like he could happily die on the spot.

Reiner’s heart skipped a bit, aching in his chest, mind racing as he tried to process your words. “Really? You mean it?”

“Yes,” you admitted, looking away for a moment. Embarrassment burned in your gut, but it felt so right. “I love you so much, Reiner.” You shifted to wrap both your arms around his neck to hug him close, tightly.

A soft sigh escaped Reiner’s lips. He couldn’t handle you. He smiled and nodded, humming faintly whilst he pressed soft kisses to your cheek, hugging you in return. “I love you, too, okay? Such a sweetheart,” he whispered.

⋆｡‧₊°꧁ ༺𓆩❦︎𓆪༻ ꧂‧₊˚.⋆

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #reiner braun #x reader #x female reader #x male reader #reiner x reader #reiner braun x reader #imagine #oneshot #fan fic #fan fiction

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The Devil’s Teeth Series Masterlist

Pairing: Albert Wesker x GN!Cannibal Reader

Summary: You're the Umbrella experiment who's been released into the care of Albert Wesker under the guise of having you adapt to the real world. Too bad you're the one who craves flesh and blood, the one with The Devil's Teeth.

Warnings: This fic is going to have a lot of adult content, blood, dead bodies, cannibalism, drugs, smut, villains, etc. Readers discretion is advised. Warnings will be listed at the top of each chapter so you know what’s included. Also, I am in no way condoning cannibalism. I am using it as a literary device in this work of fiction to explain the differences of the characters, power struggles, disabilities, and emotional issues they face. Don’t eat people, that’s fucked up.

Playlist [ The Devil’s Teeth ]

The Devil's Teeth

Key symbols:

Smut - (❦)

Chapter List - Complete

Chapter One [No.031]: Bad Drugs

Chapter Two [Wesker]: Desire

Chapter Three [No.031]: Animal Impulses

Chapter Four [Wesker]: You've Created A Monster

Chapter Five [No.031]: Causality

Chapter Six [Wesker]: Ce N'est Rein

Chapter Seven [No.031]: Sensitive

Chapter Eight [Wesker]: The Devil Inside

Chapter Nine [No.031]: Honey

Chapter Ten [Wesker]: Live Another Day

Chapter Eleven [No.031]: Bloodlust

Chapter Twelve [Wesker]: It Tore Your Heart Out

Chapter Thirteen [No.031]: Hide N Seek

Chapter Fourteen [Wesker]: KILLING TIME

Chapter Fifteen [No.031]: Blood // Water

Chapter Sixteen [Wesker]: Mx. Sinister

Chapter Seventeen [No.031]: LOVE ADDICT (❦)

Chapter Eighteen [Wesker]: Bound

Chapter Nineteen [No.031]: Gimme a Minute

Chapter Twenty [Wesker]: Dirty Little Animals

Chapter Twenty One [No.031]: When You Say My Name (❦)

Chapter Twenty Two [Wesker]: Moral Panic

Chapter Twenty Three [No.031]: Massacre

Chapter Twenty Four [Wesker]: Dirty

Chapter Twenty Five [No.031]: Superbeast

Chapter Twenty Six [Wesker]: Psycho Killer

Chapter Twenty Seven [No.031]: Human

Chapter Twenty Eight [Wesker]: This Feels Like The End

Chapter Twenty Nine [No.031]: Pieces

Chapter Thirty [Wesker]: Free If We Want It

Chapter Thirty One [No.031]: Suicide Romantics (❦)

Regards from the Author

One Shot - The Devil's Teeth: With Teeth (Role Reversal)

The Devil's Teeth: Back For Blood

Chapter One [No.031]: MURDER ON MY MIND

Chapter Two [Wesker]: VOID WHISPERS

Chapter Three [No.031]: Limbo

Chapter Four [Wesker]: vendetta!

Chapter Five [No.031]: fuK u lol

Chapter Six [Wesker]: What It Cost

Chapter Seven [No.031]: Disaster

Chapter Eight [Wesker]: Ego Death

Chapter Nine [No.031]: Can You Afford To Be An Individual

Chapter Ten [Wesker]: Lights Out

Chapter Eleven [No.031]: Animal I Have Become

Chapter Twelve [Wesker]: Calamity

Chapter Thirteen [No.031]: Dead Weight

Chapter Fourteen [Wesker]: Feasting.On.The.Guts.Of.Angels.

Chapter Fifteen [No.031]: The Summoning (❦)

Chapter Sixteen [Wesker]: DIE.

Chapter Seventeen [No.031]: I Am an Animal Cannibal

Chapter Eighteen [Wesker]: Seize the Power

Chapter Nineteen [No.031]: White Lie

Chapter Twenty [Wesker]: TRRST

Chapter Twenty One [No.031]: Ain't Killed Me Yet

Chapter Twenty Two [Wesker]: Aqua Regia (❦)

One shot - AMERICAN HORROR SHOW (❦)

The Devil's Teeth: A Deal With Death

Chapter One [No.031]: Nightmare In Paradise

Chapter Two [Wesker]: Family Tree

Chapter Three [No.031]: What It Costs

Chapter Four [Wesker]: Holy Water

Chapter Five [No.031]: Mary On A Cross

Chapter Six [Wesker]: Mummy Dust

Chapter Seven [No.031]: SACRILEGIOUS (❦)

Chapter Eight [Wesker]: Playing God

Chapter Nine [No.031]: Darkness At The Heart Of My Love

Chapter Ten [Wesker]: Missionary Man

Chapter Eleven [No.031]: .intoodeep.

Chapter Twelve [Wesker]: GOTTASADAE

Chapter Thirteen [No.031]: Ritual

Chapter Fourteen [Wesker]: DANSE MACABRE

Chapter Fifteen [No.031]: Stand By Him

Chapter Sixteen [Wesker]: Red Cold River

Chapter Seventeen [No.031]: Vore

Chapter Eighteen [Wesker]: Nocturnal Me (❦)

Chapter Nineteen [No.031]: Chokehold (❦)

Chapter Twenty [Wesker]: God Complex (❦)

Chapter Twenty One [No.031]: Body And Blood (❦)

Chapter Twenty Two [Wesker]: Deus in Absentia

Chapter Twenty Three [No.031]: Absolution

Chapter Twenty Four [Wesker]: Like A Villain

Chapter Twenty Five [No.031]: Griftwood

Chapter Twenty Six [Wesker]: Why Why Why

Chapter Twenty Seven [No.031]: Witch Image

Chapter Twenty Eight [Wesker]: The Red

Chapter Twenty Nine [No.031]: Ptolemaea

Chapter Thirty [Wesker] : Afterlife

Chapter Thirty One [No.031]: This Is Our Life (❦)

Final regards from the author

#resident evil fic #resident evil fanfiction #albert wesker #resident evil fandom #dead by daylight wesker #albert wesker x reader #stars wesker #dbd wesker #re wesker #albert wesker x you #wesker #wesker x reader #the devils teeth #series: the devils teeth #updated masterlist #resident evil x you #resident evil x reader

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narcos october masterlist i

This masterlist is for days 1-10 of the @narcosfandomdiscord's october prompt event, which you can read about here and join in!

For days 11 onwards, check out the second masterlist and the third masterlist.

(Note: character x character indicates a romantic/sexual relationship; character & character indicates a platonic one.)

October 1 — Day of Firsts

Create a fanwork about a canon character you’ve never written about/used before.

↳ fanart by @tofuwildcard — Javi smoking, digital art

↳ Claro Que No by @drabbles-mc — Chepe x gn!Reader, 462

↳ Waiting Red by @narcolini — Isabelle x Chepe vampire AU, 600

↳ Depth Over Distance by @proceduralpassion — Mika & OC sibling backstory, 2.2k

↳ For Old Time's Sake by @garbinge — Carrillo x Reader, Steve and Javi & Reader, angst, 3.5k

↳ In the morning by @artemiseamoon — Marta x Amado established relationship, 2.8k

↳ Vengeance For Me by @kesskirata — Gustavo & Tata angst, ficlet

↳ what we do now by @ashlingnarcos — Feistl x Van Ness post-canon, 1k

↳ Tu cómplice by @hausofmamadas — Mayo x Benjamín pining, 2.8k

October 2 — “Porque No Los Dos?” Day

Create a crossover for the original Narcos show and the Narcos: Mexico show, featuring at least one character for each.

↳ Looking On by @drabbles-mc — season 3 og DEA & season 2 mx DEA, unite! 3.5k

↳ How Do You Do This Shit For Fun? by @proceduralpassion — Walt & Javi crossover, 1k

↳ Late nights, early mornings by @artemiseamoon — Javi & OFC, Mayo x OFC, 1.8k

↳ two tests by @ashlingnarcos — Carrillo & Trujillo & Calderoni ficlet

Anything involving polyamory, ex: a fic about somebody who has two or more partners.

↳ Aggressive Negotiations by @kesskirata — Javi x Steve x Connie, 1.1k

October 3 — Day of Music

Create and post a playlist for fic/wip of yours OR your favorite episode and explain why each song resonates for that fic/wip or episode.

↳ Three playlists by @rerorero-my-cherry — for Ramon x OFC fic Sola con mi Soledad

↳ Playlist for episode 2.1, Salva El Tigre by @artemiseamoon

Put your favorite playlist on shuffle and whatever song comes up first, that’s your prompt.

↳ Tainted by @drabbles-mc — Carrillo & Steve angst, 3.1k

↳ I need you tonight by @artemiseamoon — Amado x OFC, 1.1k

↳ on your mind by @narcolini — Javi x gn!reader ficlet

↳ Amado fanart by @tofuwildcard

↳ Foldin' Clothes by @garbinge — Steve Murphy x F!Reader, 3.2k

↳ Promise by @proceduralpassion — Carrillo x OFC smut

October 4 — Day of Conflict

Many people seemed to combine both prompts for this day! Ambitious day.

Anything involving a fistfight or a gunfight.

Quote prompt: “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

↳ Who You're Dealing With by @drabbles-mc — Steve & Javi & OFC, 3k

↳ Luna de Lobo by @artemiseamoon — Ramón x OFC, Barron x OFC

↳ Country Store Cherry Chocolate by @garbinge — Steve Murphy & Reader (his sister), 1.9k

↳ Unwritten by @proceduralpassion — Carrillo x OFC, 1.1k

October 5 — Day of Visual Art

Visual fanworks: post a screenshot, meme, gif, gifset, video, or other non-fic visual fanwork.

↳ a glitchy Pachito by @tofuwildcard — fanart

↳ NUGGETS OF BENJAMAYO by @hausofmamadas — gifset + commentary

↳ If Narcos Had A Group Chat by @proceduralpassion — video of groupchat texts

↳ If Narcos Had A Group Chat pt ii by @proceduralpassion — video of groupchat texts

Create a fanwork about a character interacting with a piece of art (e.g. buying decoration for a new home, stealing a piece, hitting on a stranger at a gallery, creating art themselves, etc)

↳ Things I Should Have Said by @garbinge — Javi x F!Reader, 2k

October 6 — Day of International Relations

Write non-English language fic.

↳ Dos Opciones by @proceduralpassion — language: Spanish, Maria Elvira x Miguel, Maria Elvira x OFC, ficlet

↳ ¿Qué? by @ashlingnarcos — language: Spanish, Eduardo x OFC, ficlet

Use a random country picker and utilize that country in your work in some way: a character is from that country, a food from that country shows up, there’s international politics, etc. You get two rerolls if you don’t like the first or second country you get. If you get the United States, reroll automatically.

↳ House Special by @drabbles-mc — county: Japan, Walt x F!Reader, 3k

↳ Lespwa fe viv by @artemiseamoon — country: Haiti, Chepe x OFC, 1.3k

October 7 — Day of Darkness

Make something centered around non-death dark topics (we have a specific death day already). Morally or emotionally dark topics/themes.

↳ The Oil Has Run Thin by @proceduralpassion — Walt x OFC ficlet

↳ Twenty-Four Hours by @drabbles-mc — Carrillo & gn!Reader captivity 1.4k

One-word prompt: Blackout.

↳ Control pt 1 by @artemiseamoon — Verdin x OFC smut, 1.6k

October 8 — Day of Light

A day of pure fluff: anything insanely, unambiguously, self-indulgently, luxuriously enjoyable.

↳ Moving Day by @drabbles-mc — Steve x Connie fluff, 1.1k

↳ Happiest I've Ever Been by @proceduralpassion — Steve x Connie fluff ficlet

October 9 — Day of Gay

Create anything devoted to an LGBTQ+ character.

↳ Watching Time by @garbinge — Chepe x Pacho ficlet

↳ Bisexually-lit Dina by @tofuwildcard — fanart

Create anything with a queer and/or trans original character or reader insert.

↳ Down in the 305 by @drabbles-mc — Steve x M!Reader

↳ Would You Kill For Me, My Love? by @proceduralpassion — Pacho x OMC ficlet

October 10 — Day of Tough Shit

Write a fic whose exact wordcount is divisible by 500 (500, 1000, 1500, etc).

↳ The distance between you & me by @artemiseamoon — Calderoni x OFC post-divorce 1.5k

↳ Four People You Meet by @drabbles-mc — Carrillo x Juliana, Carrillo & Martinez, 500

↳ Talking Heads by @ashlingnarcos — Arellano family humor, 500

↳ The Bungalow by @proceduralpassion — Amado x Reader, 500

Make a fanwork in a medium you’ve never used before. If you make GIFs, write something. If you write, draw. Etc. As long as it’s uncharted territory for you!

↳ Hi, I'm a Slut (Amado's Version) by @tofuwildcard — fanvid

↳ narcos october masterlist ii with prompts from day 11 onwards

#narcos fanfiction #narcos imagine #narcos mexico fanfiction #narcos #narcos mexico #narcos mexico imagine #narcoctober

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jadededge · 1 year

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This is the Way.

Masterlist for all fics.

K-Pop/Music - MX, DPR, GOT7

♥️ Monsta X

Double Trouble (Jookyun) - Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Pairing: JooKyun x Reader | Genre: AU, Romance, Smut

Jooheon and Changkyun are an inseparable duo. They do everything together, and dating was no exception. You see them all the time and silently pine but eventually meet them and things progress from there.

Wattpad | AO3

♥️ Christian Yu | DPR Ian

Siren - Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Pairing: Christian x You | Genre: Demon AU, Romance, Smut

That voice. It started calling me during the darkest moments of the night, like a siren luring me further into the deep and it has continued for weeks.

Wattpad | AO3

♥️ GOT7

Tear You Apart - Chapter 1 | 2 | 3

Pairing: GOT7 x Reader | Genre: Demon AU, Romance, Smut, slight yandere, a bit mafia.

Jaebeom and Yugyeom are "running an errand" when the most delectable scent that he ever smelled hit Yugyeom like a ton of bricks. Yugyeom stops JayB and soon he smells it. They look across the street and see the her. They stalk her for awhile and finally get the chance to manufacture a meet with her.

Wattpad | AO3

#kpop fanfic #monsta x fanfic #monsta x smut #changkyun #dpr ian #eventual smut #jooheon #jooheon fanfic #jooheon smut #changkyun fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #jookyun smut #smut #dpr ian smut

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beelicious-and-fictitious · 1 year

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Alex Brightman Character Masterlist

Main Masterlist

This is a collection of my all of my fics written as pairings for Alex Brightman’s characters. All NSFW fics are marked as SMUT!

***all unfinished series/fics are on hiatus***

Reader Insert Fics

Dewey Finn from School of Rock The Musical (Original Broadway Cast)

Mx. Honey & The Panic on Neptune | 4.5k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | Dewey hits it off with an old band rival turned fellow music teacher

Wearing THAT! Part 1 & Part 2 | 3.1k & 3.1k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | you go all out this Halloween in a Poison Ivy costume to get your friend Dewey to finally crack

Two of Thirty-One Kinktober 2021 Prompts | 1.1k & 1.7k words | Prompts completed with Dewey Finn were “Day Eleven: Sleepy Sex” and “Day Twelve: Formal Wear/ Body Worship”

Jesse from SMILF (tv show 2017-2019)

The Morning Of And After | 3.3k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | you meet Jesse at a bar and take him home

Bit Of A Bear | 4k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | your boyfriend Jesse’s got a beard now and you’re not sure how you feel about it. Can be consider The Morning Of And After Part 2 or can be read as separate

Two of Thirty-One Kinktober 2021 Prompts | 2.4k & 562 words | Prompts completed with Jesse were “Day Eighteen: Handjobs” and “Day Twenty-Seven: Aftercare.”

Ralph Lamont from Blue Bloods (tv show 2010-present)

Bloody Mess | 2.1k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | 1990′s Mafia AU where Ralph Lamont is a crime scene cleaner for the mafia and you’ve just murdered your husband

Brackish and Briny Waters (unfinished series) | One Two Three Four Five

Ralph Lamont X Female Reader. 1980s Teacher/Ghost AU based on Things Seen And Heard (2021) starring Amanda Seyfried. An incident with a violent stalker lands you and your husband Ralph in witness protection, only the house you’ve been given has something very, very wrong inside of it, and it’s beginning to infect the two of you.

\\Return to Main Masterlist for more fics by yours truly//

#alex brightman character fiction #jesse smilf x female reader #ralph lamont x female reader #dewey finn x female reader #black reader insert #alex brightman #bee's archive of fiction

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skyechild · 10 months

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Little bit About me:

𖤐 Main info: Chiyo or Mio | She/They | 25 (98') | MINORS AND AGELESS DNI

𖤐 Net and other blogs: @cultofdionysusnet / @svthub /@dimpledsatan/@sinfullytempting

𖤐 Who i write for: Dreamcatcher / Ateez / Stray Kids / Seventeen

𖤐What i write: Smut / fluff / angst / horror /

𖤐 Nav links: Masterlist | Newest | Tag List | AO3 / FAQ

𖤐Ults: Lee Siyeon (DeuKae). Lee Minhyuk (MX), Xu Minghao (SVT)

𖤐 Hobbies: Ice Hockey, Gymnastics, Writing, Sleeping

𖤐 Currently working on: Night Circus (Seventeen series)

#about me

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breezybangtanbebe · 5 months

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Hey yall! Welcome to my first Monsta X inspired One-shot series on Tumblr :) (I mostly write on WP, but I want to move some of my content here)

MASTERLIST

If you're not a grown-up (over 18-21), this is not recommended...though I don't foresee that being an issue here considering Monbebe tends to be one of the more mature

fandoms. 😏

These stories will pretty much include fluff and smut-centered scenarios that are inspired by MX song titles and lyrics. If you're a soft stan, I will mark the smutless (if any ) one-shots with 💘 and explicit one-shots with ❤️‍🔥. Some stories may be longer or short than others since there are scenarios solely inspired by song titles and lyrics. Many entries very well could be full-on story ideas I've yet to pursue. So I'm sorry if any of them leave you wanting more 🥲. You can fuss at me politely in the comments lol

So..yea :) I hope I have some fellow Monbebe here to interact with.

Enjoy❤️

-BB

#monsta x smut #monsta x #hyungwon #shownu #wonho #minhyuk #kihyun #jooheon #changkyun #hyunwoo #IM

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blooming-dreams · 1 year

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𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ;

❝ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 ! ❞

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 ☾

┊You lot may call me Mika or Enchanted, whichever one you think suits me better, though do note I’m more known as Mika on this blog!

┊I’m a minor so let’s keep things SFW on this blog.

┊I use He / They pronouns, nothing more, nothing less. I do prefer being addressed with gender neutral terms (ex. Mx.), though it’s fine if male terms are used for addressing me (ex. Mr.).

┊I only allow those who are close to me to address me with feminine terms (ex. girlie).

┊I’m decently approachable I promise, I don’t bite so feel free to send in an ask!

┊For more information do check out my carrd !

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 ☾

┊This blog is mainly a formal blog but you will see me reblog some ask games time to time.

┊This blog isn’t spoiler free !

┊Asks are fine, but if you wish to have a long conversation through reblogs or through my askbox please continue through my spam blog @dreamyspams.

┊Though this may be a formal blog you will see me goof around here from time to time!

┊Please do not involve me in any drama that is not related with me and should not be related with me.

┊I do not appreciate it if you spam an ask multiple times.

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 ☾ ( 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 )

❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨'𝐬 ! ❞

┊Fluff (To an extent)

┊Angst

┊Songfics

┊Character x Reader

┊Yandere (to an extent)

┊Oneshots

┊Drabbles

┊Headcanons

┊One-liners

┊Crossovers

┊Crackfic

┊Alternate Universes

┊Etc. Etc.

❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭𝐬 ! ❞

┊P3dophilia

┊Inc3st

┊Smut / Lemon

┊Beastiality

❝ 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! ❞

┊Please feel free to inquire about what I’ll write through asks!

┊Please note that if you will be requesting a character x reader, reader will be gender neutral unless the story line requires the reader to be a specific gender.

┊Note that I have the right to reject any request if it makes me uncomfortable.

┊I do appreciate it if the requests are angst based.

┊If requests are closed, requests are closed.

┊I have my own personal life so your request may take a while (months).

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ☾

┊# 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ☽ , this tag will be used for any works that I have made

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┊# 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒/𝐀𝐂𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 ☽ , this tag will be used for any interactions I have with friends or acquaintances

┊# 𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐒 ☽ , this tag will be used with any interactions I have with Anons.

┊# 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐂𝐒 ☽ , this tag will be used for any formal notices on this blog and on other stuff.

𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 ☾

Blooming Panic ! not your fancy? You just wish to speak with me? Well then go check out some of my other blogs! (Though some of them don’t have their pinned posts set up)

┊ 𝐃𝐑𝟑𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝟑 ┊ This blog shall contain all things TWST related. So? Whose hand shall you take ?

┊𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃-𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄 ┊ This blog shall contain all things Obey Me! related. So? Are you ready to enter The Devildom?

┊ 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐘-𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒 ┊This blog shall contain things on the game Saint Spell’s Love Guide. So? Are you ready to meet the students of Saint Spell?

┊𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐊𝐀𝐈 ┊This blog shall contain writings about Project Sekai. So? Would you give me the pleasure to sing with me?

┊𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆-𝐈𝐍-𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ┊ This blog contains writings about Alice in Borderland. So? Ready for your next game?

┊𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐌𝐒 ┊ This blog is for spam asks! so if you wish to have a long conversation, I recommend you send an ask there!

𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 ☾

┊ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝟏 (𝐓𝐁𝐀)This Masterlist consists of works that involves the reader.

┊ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝟐 (𝐓𝐁𝐀)┊This Masterlist will consist of links that will lead to a chaptered stories’ main post.

┊ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓┊This is a google form that you can fill out to be added to my taglists.

❝ 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 ? ❞

┊If you happen to find yourself blocked it’s not without reason!

┊I may just not want to associate with you!

┊Or perhaps you may qualify for my DNI criteria!

┊ I don’t really unblock people once they’re blocked so keep that in mind.

❝ 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ! ❞

#𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ☽#blooming panic

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enchanted-dreamscape · 1 year

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𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ;

❝ 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 ! ❞

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 ・❥・

┊You lot may call me Mika or Enchanted, whichever one you think suits me better, though do note I’m more known as Enchanted on this blog!

┊I’m a minor so let’s keep things SFW on this blog.

┊I use He / They pronouns, nothing more, nothing less. I do prefer being addressed with gender neutral terms (ex. Mx.), though it’s fine if male terms are used for addressing me (ex. Mr.).

┊I only allow those who are close to me to address me with feminine terms (ex. girlie).

┊I’m decently approachable I promise, I don’t bite so feel free to send in an ask!

┊For more information do check out my carrd !

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 ・❥・

┊This blog is mainly a formal blog but you will see me reblog some ask games time to time.

┊This blog isn’t spoiler free !

┊Asks are fine, but if you wish to have a long conversation through reblogs or through my askbox please continue through my spam blog @dreamyspams.

┊Though this may be a formal blog you will see me goof around here from time to time!

┊Please do not involve me in any drama that is not related with me and should not be related with me.

┊I do not appreciate it if you spam an ask multiple times.

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒・( 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 )

❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨'𝐬 ! ❞

┊Fluff (To an extent)

┊Angst

┊Songfics

┊Character x Reader

┊Yandere (to an extent)

┊Oneshots

┊Drabbles

┊Headcanons

┊One-liners

┊Crossovers

┊Crackfic

┊Alternate Universes

┊Etc. Etc.

❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭𝐬 ! ❞

┊P3dophilia

┊Inc3st

┊Smut / Lemon

┊Romantic works for Luke

┊Beastiality

❝ 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! ❞

┊Please feel free to inquire about what I’ll write through asks!

┊Please note that if you will be requesting a character x reader, reader will be gender neutral unless the story line requires the reader to be a specific gender.

┊Note that I have the right to reject any request if it makes me uncomfortable.

┊I do appreciate it if the requests are angst based.

┊If requests are closed, requests are closed.

┊I have my own personal life so your request may take a while (months).

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒・❥・

┊# 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 * ˚ ✦ , this tag will be used for any works that I have made

┊# 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 * ˚ ✦ , this tag will be used for any posts I reblog.

┊# 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 * ˚ ✦ , this tag will be used for any interactions I have.

┊# 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒/𝐀𝐂𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 * ˚ ✦ , this tag will be used for any interactions I have with friends or acquaintances

┊# 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 * ˚ ✦ , this tag will be used with any interactions I have with Anons.

┊# 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 * ˚ ✦ , this tag will be used for any formal notices on this blog and on other stuff.

𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 ・❥・

Obey Me ! not your fancy? You just wish to speak with me? Well then go check out some of my other blogs! (Though some of them don’t have their pinned posts set up)

┊ 𝐃𝐑𝟑𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝟑 ┊ This blog shall contain all things TWST related. So? Whose hand shall you take ?

┊ 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐘-𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒 ┊This blog shall contain things on the game Saint Spell’s Love Guide. So? Are you ready to meet the students of Saint Spell?

┊𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐊𝐀𝐈 ┊This blog shall contain writings about Project Sekai. So? Would you give me the pleasure to sing with me?

┊𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆-𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 ┊This blog shall contain writings about the Blooming Panic. So, let’s go! A new chapter of Bloomic just came out!

┊𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆-𝐈𝐍-𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ┊ This blog contains writings about Alice in Borderland. So? Ready for your next game? ┊𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐌𝐒 ┊ This blog is for spam asks! so if you wish to have a long conversation, I recommend you send an ask there!

𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 ・❥・

┊ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝟏 ( 𝐓𝐁𝐀 )This Masterlist consists of works that involves the reader.

┊ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝟐 ( 𝐓𝐁𝐀 )This Masterlists consists of works with no reader involved.

┊ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝟑 ( 𝐓𝐁𝐀 )┊This Masterlist will consist of links that will lead to a chaptered stories’ main post.

┊ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓┊This is a google form that you can fill out to be added to my taglists.

❝ 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 ? ❞

┊If you happen to find yourself blocked it’s not without reason!

┊I may just not want to associate with you!

┊Or perhaps you may qualify for my DNI criteria!

┊ I don’t really unblock people once they’re blocked so keep that in mind.

❝ 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ! ❞

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