#shin tsukimi x reader

[mihii-i]

helloo!! can i request tsukimi shin x afab reader? smut headcanons please!! tyty!!

shin tsukimi nsfw hcs

Pairing(s): shin tsukimi x fem!reader

CW: nsfw, afab reader, dom!reader, sub!shin, begging, crying, marking, overstimulation, bondage mention, mommy kink, riding, handjobs, strap-on, pegging, biting, js kinky shit idfk

A/N: getting this done first because I appreciate you interacting with my blog LMAOO

Now let’s just make one thing clear, Shin is the most submissive motherfucker you will ever know

Pillow prince, for sure

Has a thing for acting like he doesn’t like being on bottom, but begs for more if you stop

Likes it when you dig your fingers into the inside of his thighs to lift him up a little bit, since it gives him that sort of helpless feeling which turns him on

Also, he’s really into marking and edging with a hint of overstimulation

✨mommy kink✨

Imagine this, you’re on top of Shin, with your cunt tightened around him as you ride him relentlessly while he begs and cries below you, sputtering incoherent moans and whimpers of “it’s too much, I can’t take anymore.”

“M-mommy-! Please…let me-!”

yeahhhhhhhh

Into pegging as well.

A switch is flipped in him when you grab his hips from behind and ram into him with a strap on at an unfathomable pace

also, using restraints on Shin will make him cum concerningly fast

A bit of a random hc, but after multiple rounds, he always ends up with the tip of his cock swollen as hell

He bites your shoulder when he’s about to orgasm. No exceptions.

When he cums, it’s like thin ropes shooting out at certain intervals. (Oh god math got my head when writing this help) He chokes out a strained moan and gasps for air, pleading for you to give him a moment as his liquid practically spews out of him.

Once you two are done, you better have some good aftercare ready cause this man will whine for it

Not super demand-y but he’s kinda like a cat that wants affection

Take a bath with him, wash his hair while praising him and telling him how good he did while kissing his cheek occasionally, causing him to tremble and smile to himself.

“You really mean it..?”

afterwards, he will literally pass out from exhaustion and fall asleep on your chest while tightening his arms around your torso

Cuddle him-

Do it

A/N: I HATE AP GOVERNMENT SO MUCH

oops

anyways hope that wasn’t too short cause I feel like it is 😭🙏

[yuechihua]

you're a man or you're a dog.

summary: You hate Sou Hiyori, but you can't bring yourself to stay away from him. Neither, it seems, can he.

notes: 5k words, author's notes, spoilers for up to chapter three, power play, unhealthy relationships, mild violence

You’ve never liked Sou from the beginning.

That trembling, rabbited body, the doe-eyes peering up at you under sweeps of teal hair, the fidgeting hands tugging at the ends of his frayed scarf or his beanie or the zipper corners of his jacket. The flash of fragile bones, sharp and bird-like, shifting beneath his wrists, the thumbprint bruises under his eyes, the soft, creamy skin. 

He reminds you of dependency and weakness so pathetic everyone lets their guard down. But you’ve always hated children that tug on your clothing and small animals that peer up at you with wet eyes, begging for mercy and love.

No, you don’t like the way he postures and hides, how he slinks up to you as if he’s sizing you up when the rest of the group departs to their various tasks on that very first day of being trapped. The calculating gaze of a cornered animal, bearing his smooth stomach and drooping tail, a feigned act of clemency.

“I, ah, I don’t know where to start,” he says to you. “What are you thinking about going…?”

“Oh, maybe somewhere where I can help someone else,” you tell him pleasantly.

“Oh wow. That’s really admirable, in a situation like this, to put someone over yourself.”

“Well, what else can you do? Getting along with everyone seems like the best way to survive.”

The silence that follows is weighted with your respective derision. He doesn’t bother approaching you again during that first main game, though you could feel the heat of his gaze on your back. Calculating where you fit in his plans, the people you talk to, weighing the few cards you show of your hand and how they stack up to his.

It pisses you off how obvious he is, and how much you can’t stop watching just to see what he’ll do next. The unseemly desperation, the way he acts like a man drowning, clinging to any piece of debris he can. You would stick to smiling, to saying the right supportive words to Sara and the others, to skating by just so through cooperating and letting the others make their plans for you to follow. 

It’s how you’ve been since you were young. 

When your elementary school classmate accused you of liking a different classmate more than her, you could only apologize and reassure her as she huffed and cried, even though you never considered her your friend at all. Your high school boyfriend liked that you were “so good at listening,” even though you hated the sweaty, awkward arms he slung around your shoulders, his self-aggrandizing speeches. Your boss at work would rib at you, your misbuttoned suit jacket and gloomy demeanor and mistakes on client spreadsheets, and you would just smile and laugh along and promise to do better next time, even though you would have to clean that asshole’s own mistakes tomorrow. 

But that was how you got along in the world, and if you had a complaint, you would vent it in front of your staticky television screen, your only friends the greasy takeout chicken wings from the local convenience store and a sweating beer bottle leaving a ring of condensation on the table.

When the others react in mixtures of shock and horror to Sou’s various betrayals, you can only watch him, biting back your own barbed remarks. A scared dog, no matter how well-trained or mild, will bite when cornered, so how could you have expected any different?

Isn’t that how it is when you try to do more than you should? you want to tell Sou, watching his face as his votes pile up in that very first game. You did this to yourself, like an idiot.

It’s not as if you want others to die by your hand. You don’t delight in the suffering of others, and you act as nice as they expected you to be, but you would never gladly throw yourself on the chopping block for the sake of a stranger. If you were to act as a martyr, the only people left to savor that sacrifice would be the people left behind. You would be gone, and self-satisfaction doesn’t carry beyond the grave. No, your life, as shitty as it is, is your own.

Still, you can’t wash your hands of Sou just yet.

��Kanna is going to stay with Sou to keep a watch on him,” Kanna announces in front of the remaining group one day (or night? Or afternoon? There’s no way to keep track of time here). 

Kanna is someone you never know how to deal with, not with her innocence and determination, and whenever she approaches you, you slide the responsibility of her care or her childish questions onto a more responsible, kinder adult.

So it’s not out of concern for her when you finally speak up, the words leaving your mouth before you can think them through. “I’ll stay with him,” you say. 

There’s a ripple of surprised faces turning towards you at your declaration. You know that, what with how you’ve never volunteered to do anything first, that it seems surprising, if not suspicious.

But there’s something about Sou Hiyori. Something that you can’t just leave alone, like a loose pebble in your shoe, irritating you with every step. How easy he is to read. How pathetic.

“But… Kanna has to—”

“Kanna,” you say kindly, patiently. “You’re young, and I wouldn’t be comfortable letting you stay with Sou by yourself. It would be better for an adult to look after Sou. I don’t want to worry over what might happen if you were left alone with him.”

Kanna curls her fingers together, picking at the ends of her shirt. It’s a habit strangely similar to Sou. She looks lost as she darts a glance at Sou, and then at you, and then at the sea of faces around her. “... Okay,” she says at last.

“Come on,” you tell Sou. You stop just short of yanking on his arm, but he flinches back from you as you approach, as if he can sense the thoughts in your head. “You should rest.”

The only sound for the next few minutes are the disjointed melody of your footsteps, Sou dragging himself after you with that perpetual slouch as you march briskly to his room.

You’re jerking the door closed when Sou finally speaks behind you. “Hypocrite.”

“What?”

“Hypocrite,” he says again, and your knuckles tense on the door knob. “Did you feel good? Acting like a caring adult in front of everyone. Playing the part of a good person.”

You let out a breath as you turn to face him. He’s standing in the middle of the room, arms wrapped around his body, braced for some sort of impact.

“I’m just doing what a reasonable adult should,” you say coolly. “She is a child.”

He flinches slightly at that, the hidden dig in your words, and you can’t tear your eyes from his slender frame. But it’s not enough to stop him from opening his mouth. “You’re lucky, you know? You have that entire group wrapped around your finger. Or… is it that you’re the one wrapped around theirs? Always saying ‘yes,’ and ‘please,’ and ‘of course.’ You’d lick their shoes if someone asked, right?”

He’s trying to get under your skin. That’s how he operates.

You can see the pointed calculation behind every word, but it’s still the truth. It’s the truth, and you’ve always known it even if you tried not to think about it. But to hear it from him, said with a mocking intimacy, that careful dissection of all your secrets and all your layers and your pretensions, from someone who, at the end of the day, is just the same as you, is humiliating.

This is why you’ve always, always hated him, right from the beginning. The way he watches you in the same way you watch him with nothing but contempt and judgement. But what else do you do when you’re weak, when you have nothing but the desperate desire to survive, even when it means clinging to someone stronger?

Like a dog. Begging, with your stomach bared, hoping to be spared, throwing away your pride.

What other choice do you have, then, to act like an animal?

You advance towards Sou, and he has the decency to back away, skittish, infuriating prey down to his core. But there’s nothing behind him but the length of the bed, knocking against the back of his knobbly knees, and he’s trapped.

Trapped by the finger you shove into the middle of his chest, pressing into bone, hard enough that he winces and that some purple-red bruise blooms on his fragile skin under his clothes, you imagine.

“You would know about licking shoes, wouldn’t you?” you say quietly. “It’s what you did at the beginning, like a pathetic little bitch.”

“You’re disgusting,” Sou breathes. “They’re going to vote you off to die, and you’re going to thank them.”

He still hasn’t moved, and the finger on his chest becomes a fist, knotting in his scarf, and you savor the strangled noise he makes when you yank him up, his breath hitching as his neck strains to keep you in his sight.

It would be so easy to break him. To pry your fingers into the gaps of his facade and pull the piece apart until they shatter. That soft heart, that fragile skin, that nauseatingly familiar weakness.

You could do it. You want to do it. God, that’s what you wanted from the beginning. You wanted to watch him break, for him to look in your eyes as he does. You would savor every taste of his raw, animal fear.

“Can’t mouth off anymore?” you breathe. “Nothing to say?”

Sou doesn’t make any attempt to push away from you, but his cheeks are a mottled patchwork of lipstick red blush and ghostly white skin. But his words are as mocking as ever. “So this is what you’re really like.” 

You shove him back against the bed, where he lands with a squawk, his body bouncing on the covers more wildly than the force you used should necessitate. He comes to a rest, a shivering crescent moon, his red scarf blooming like blood across the pale slash of his neck.

His eyes, though. Bright pools of liquid. They track your every movement with a nervous, excited intensity. He’s not pulling away from you. Instead, it’s more like he’s waiting. 

“Do you get off on me treating you like this?” you say.

“…What?” His response comes a little too late to be convincing. Not that the blush staining his face helps, either. 

“Is this what you wanted from the start of our conversation, Sou?”

“You’re full of yourself.” 

“If you beg me, maybe I will do something to you.” 

His breath hitches in his throat. You watch as it’s trapped there, like a fluttering bird, the words on the edge of his tongue. 

He’s considering it. 

It thrills you that he is. 

But Sou swallows that breath, and gives a defiant jerk of his head. “I’m not desperate.” 

Not yet. But this is enough for now. 

You sit on the edge of the bed, and Sou skitters away to the other side, flailing upright as you settle over the covers, legs crossed. You look up at the ceiling, counting the dark specks as you speak. 

“I’m not sleeping on the floor. You can, if you don’t want to share a bed. Although… I’m not going to do anything to you that you don’t want.” 

“I don’t want anything from you.” When you turn to look at him, he’s settling under the covers, facing away from you so all you can see is his beanie, framed by loose strands of teal hair like a fuzzy halo. 

“Really?” you press. 

He doesn’t answer, and you close your eyes. 

Whenever you see him after that, if you smile or your eyes linger for too long in his direction, Sou stiffens, and inevitably finds some excuse to scurry away. It’s an effect you enjoy a little too much, how aware he is of you. 

Once, while collecting tokens, you find him in the abandoned corridor. 

You hardly do little more than step in front of his path and his body shudders to a halt. When you take a step forward, he takes a step back. But there’s nothing but rubble behind him, and nowhere further to run.

You push forward until you can pull the beanie over his hair, a rougher gesture than it needed to be. Sou’s body is a tense line, but his eyebrows are furrowed, as if he’s waiting for you to do something else. 

“It annoys me how sloppy you are,” you tell him flatly. “Your stupid beanie was about to fall off.”

“You’re not even trying to pretend to be a good person anymore, huh?” 

You tilt your head. “Do I have any reason to be nice to you?” 

Sou looks at the ground and kicks at a loose rock. “If everyone knew what you were really like, they would all turn on you.”

“You’re the only one who makes me act this way,” you say, and, emboldened, skate two fingers upwards along his arm. Sou doesn’t look up, though you can feel how he trembles at the slow trail of your movement.

But you withdraw your hands before you can reach his shoulders, and when he flicks his head up, you only smile before you leave.

You chase him down, and he runs, and then you back away at the last minute, leaving him wanting more. Here, finally, is someone who’s weaker than you, that you don’t have to suck up to. The hunt is thrilling beyond belief. 

You get your enjoyment where you can until the main game, until there are more corpses, the bodies of people you’ve come to know and even somewhat care about piling up. And through the nausea, relief burns brighter than anything else. At least it isn’t you. At least you made it another day.

After the second main game, you look at Sou. Sou, or Shin, or whatever he wants to call himself, can’t tear himself away from the garden of Kanna’s body, of red flowers and twisted skin. When he finally notices your gaze, the hatred that flashes across his face is so searing you can feel the heat of it across the room.

Like a bad habit you can’t shake, you hunt him down when he runs, cornering him in his room again.

But he’s the one who touches you first this time, placing his hands on your chest and shoving with shaking arms. He has all the force of a plastic bag being blown around helplessly in the wind, and you’re unmoved by his pitiful attempts.

“Did you come to gloat? Laugh? Or were you going to pity me? Huh? Don’t tell me you were worried. You, of all people, worried?”

You grab his wrists before he can push you again, and it’s surprising how slender his wrists are, how with one hand you can easily circle his wrist, his thin, jutting bones digging into your flesh. You wouldn’t even need to use too much pressure until his bones snap.

“You make me sick,” Sou says, his chest heaving with each shallow breath. He makes no attempt to jerk out of your grip. “All of you make me sick. You all chose to kill Kanna. I don’t know why I ever expected anything better.”

“You’re the one who pushed her into that situation in the first place,” you say. “I’m not going to feel bad for you. If there’s anyone to feel bad for, it’s the people who died. Not some whining loser.”

“Fuck you. You’re not any different. No one on that damn team really cares about you. You’re just convenient,” he spits, “an idiot who’ll come running when they call, who they can throw away as soon as you aren’t useful anymore. You’re just some pathetic, useless, bottom of the barrel dog, so just keep wagging that tail of yours—”

Sou’s words cut off in a strangled gasp as you roughly jerk him closer. There’s no time to think, to process, to even consider what you’re doing as you bring your mouth to the back of his tender, creamy neck, and you bite.

Like a starving dog, you sink your teeth into his neck, and Sou flails wildly as you soothe the teeth marks with your tongue, pressing lightly against the indentations you’ve made. This time, you let go of his wrists as he backs away and touches the back of his neck. There it is again, that blush, staining his face as he runs his fingers along each mark. 

“You did say I was a dog,” you remark, trying to keep your tone composed, even as something sharp and excited and hot sits at the bottom of your stomach, some emotion that makes your pulse speed and your blood sing.

He always taunts you, and you always react, and neither of you ever learn your lesson. You hate him. You hate him, and he always hands you the perfect excuse to rip him apart in some way.

“So you what? Bite me?”

”Want me to do it again? You can show that off, if you want. Let everyone know the sort of things you like, how you really want to be treated.”

Sou’s fingers are still pressing against his neck, as if trying to recreate the force of your bite. His scarf has flown loose in the force of your movements, revealing delicate skin and collarbones, the shine of his collar.

Every fragile bird-like bone in his body screams at you to crush it. To snap it open, to pour the marrow in your mouth. You could bite the strawberry heart in his chest, drag your teeth through the meat mid-beat, just to know what it’s like to swallow his pulse. You could break him so easily, his papery skin bruising under the lightest of pressure. There’s nothing wrong with simple fact, and the fact is that he’s weak, like a lamb sent to the slaughter. No, what’s wrong is that you want to be the one to snap that gentle lamb’s neck, laid meekly on the altar, and how that lamb lifts his head just so to meet your hands.

Sou’s delicate fingers finally drop to tug his scarf into place, obscuring the bite on his neck. But it’ll be there, like a collar, lingering on his skin. He’ll know it’s there. You’ll know it, too.

“I hate you,” he says.

You laugh. “I know.”

After that, there’s not much time to talk, not with a new floor to explore and more trials to face. More puzzles, where you run around like rats in a maze, where any hope of escape is snuffed out as you’re shuffled into a new game.

But what throws you off about the new floor is Midori, and the scarf around his neck. It’s the same as the one Sou always wears. 

And, as your eyes are always drawn to Sou, you can’t help but notice the way he shrinks back from Midori, how he’s distracted, on edge and fidgeting with his pale, spidery fingers, like he’s trying to run away but he can’t.

You’re not stupid. You can put two and two together. And it pisses you off that someone else makes Sou look like this, that Sou has history with someone, anyone, else, that the sight of his pain and his fear doesn’t excite you, but that it only makes your stomach curdle, sour, rotten milk in your throat.

Midori only approaches you once, when you’re exploring on your own. He melts out of the shadows, and the two of you only stare at each other impassively, sizing each other up.

“You’re empty,” Midori says, head tilted to the side to an unnatural degree, the imitation of a human. 

“And you aren’t?” you snap.

He smiles at you, like the two of you are sharing some private joke, but the curl of his mouth is mocking. “Oh, I’m just saying we’re alike.” Midori casually drags a hand down the length of his scarf, red fabric rippling. “That’s why he’s so fascinated with you, I suppose. But you’re just so… boring, at the end of the day.” 

The implication is clear enough, and it makes that sour, rotten milk feeling flood your mouth again. He’s just taunting you. Trying to push your buttons, just like Sou loves to do. Maybe that’s where Sou learned it from. He’s had years, after all, to pick up on Midori’s mannerisms, enough time for Midori to mark him deeply. 

You stalk restlessly through the halls after Midori leaves, aimlessly peering into rooms and mumbling quick “hellos��� to anyone who sees you, not pausing to hear their responses. It’s not until Sou is in sight, with his slouched back and ratty beanie, turning just in time for you to pin him against the wall, your arms caging him in.

“Shin,” you say.

“Don’t call me that,” he says, hunching his shoulders, trying to withdraw in on himself. But his posture is already terrible, so there’s nowhere for him to go.

“Sou. Whatever.”

“What do you want?”

That’s the question, isn’t it? Because Midori is right. You are empty, and you want to have your fill of this man in front of you. You want to fuck him up. To gorge yourself on him, to drag your nails down his skin, red tracks in the snow. To leave nothing behind for Midori to feast on, because he’ll be all yours.

But—would you just be chewing on the same pieces that Midori once did?

Your face must betray some of your thoughts, because Sou opens his mouth, then closes it into a firm, impenetrable line, eyes scrutinizing you.

“I didn’t take you for an exhibitionist,” he mocks. “Anyone can walk in on us like this, you know. Is that what you want?”

“Shut up, Sou.”

“Make me,” he breathes. His hands are open at his side, palms flat, fingers spread, ready to receive whatever you give him. “I know you want to.”

You could. You could bite him, mark him, kiss him as if you were real lovers. Pull his hair, or finally let your hands wander lower than the plane of his chest. Here it is, the control you’ve always longed for, offered from a pliant, willing, animal body.

You lower your head, just a fraction, and his throat bobs. “I can’t.”

“Were you just taking a big game, then? Coward.”

“You’re the one who wants me to do something.”

“No shit,” he hisses, face flushed. But you can’t take your usual pleasure from his bratty confession, or his red face. “So do something. I’m telling you to do something.”

Why is it that his first reaction to your odd moods is always to offer himself to you? To use him? You wouldn’t have hesitated before. It would have excited you to hear that he wants you in some measure, that he’s willing to admit it. 

You bite your lower lip, worrying absently at the flesh. Sou’s eyes track the movement, his gaze heated as he watches the slow movement of your mouth.

“Is this what you did with Midori?” you say, quietly.

His face shutters closed, all excitement hardening into cold steel, blocking any path forward. “Is this what this is about? Did he say something to you?”

“Does it matter if he did?”

“Why would you listen to him?” Sou snaps. “He’s one of the people who trapped us here.”

“But the two of you have a history. That matters.”

“It doesn’t,” he breathes, “Quit acting like some jealous lover.”

Your hands seize the end of his scarf, that stupid fucking scarf, the one that looks just like Midori’s, that probably is Midori’s, the one he never takes off. 

He doesn’t wince as you seize the end of the scarf and pull, even when it tightens around his neck like a noose before it slips off, even when it must burn his skin as it leaves behind red marks on the column of his slender, ivory neck, bisected in half by his collar.

The scarf pools on the floor like red blood as you bring a thumb to press gently on the mark on his neck. 

“Quit it,” he says, slapping your hand away, as if a tender touch is more unbearable than your previous cruelties.

“You wear his scarf, Sou. How do you want me to take that? Because I’m not going to be his fucking replacement, some cheap way for you to hurt yourself–”

“Are you stupid?” he says coldly. “Do you think I need to go to you if I want to hurt myself?”

“Then help me understand,” you snarl.

“He was my only friend. Is that what you wanted to hear?” Sou snaps. “He was the only one who ever wanted to look at me, or touch me, or spend time with me. He was the only one who loved me. Do you know how much that meant? Even if he just… wanted to hurt me, even if he liked it when I was scared, I… I would have…” Hurt wells through the cracks in his voice, the shattered pieces of his facade. It’s not Sou Hiyori who feels this way. It’s Shin Tsukimi.

You can’t bring yourself to look away, nor can you bring yourself to hold him when Sou roughly swipes at his eyes with the back of his hand. This isn’t your pain, and you can’t do anything to take it away from him. You’re little more than a distant observer.

“So that’s why you’re looking for anyone who’ll treat you like he did? So I’m just–”

“Shut up. Don’t talk like you know me. You’re not a therapist.” Sou’s hands are fisted in your shirt, yanking you down, his grip on the fabric uncomfortably tight as he forces you look him in the eyes. This is the closest you’ve ever been to him, close enough to see his dry, flaking skin and chapped lips and greasy hair, the exhaustion weighing every inch of him down. “And don’t act like you didn’t want to do what you did. If I didn’t want you to—if I thought you were the same as him—I would never have—”

“Never have what?” you breathe.

“Let any of this happen.”

If he’s lying, then you can’t tell. But maybe Sou doesn’t know, either. His relationship with Midori means he only knows how to live like a scared dog, waiting for the next kick given under the promise of love.

For reasons you can’t explain, you let the weight of your head fall on his delicate shoulder. It’s uncomfortable, because he’s all skin and bones, and you can feel the sharp edge of his shoulder dig into your forehead.

“What are you doing?”

“I don’t know,” you say. “Shut up. Just let me do this.”

“This isn’t what our relationship is.”

“We don’t have a relationship at all,” you say sourly. “We’re just some assholes who’re using each other to get off. Which is something we haven’t actually done yet, by the way.”

“Are you serious? I literally just told you–”

“Not like that,” you interrupted. “We’re not going to do it like that.”

“What? You’re going to be gentle with me?” he sneers. “I didn’t ask you to.”

“Don’t be such a brat,” you snap. “I just meant if I’m getting something out of this, you have to get something out of it, too. That’s how mutual use works.”

What you don’t tell him is that you wouldn’t do anything, not with Midori hanging over the two of you. A living ghost, who’s watched the two of you from the beginning, who could be watching the two of you right now. None of the moments you shared with Sou, not even this one, really belonged to the two of you, not with Midori around. Voyeuristic freak.

Because you don’t want to be like Midori. You don’t want to be a bad habit Sou picked up because he’s looking for someone else in you. Maybe it should bother you that Sou couldn’t conceive of a love without violence, a softness without teeth, a kindness without ulterior motives. 

But maybe it should bother you more that you don’t know how to treat him in any other way than this.

“Sou,” you murmur against his skin, your voice vibrating through the thin fabric and flesh and weak muscle and hollow bone. “Would you vote for me in the main game?”

“... Yes. But you would do the same to me, wouldn’t you.” Not a question, but a statement, words as hard and sure as bleached bone.

You chuckle lightly, and his skin shudders. “Yes. Yes, I would. I hate you.”

His hands are stiff at his sides. Sou hasn’t made a move to touch you at all, but he hasn’t pushed you away, either. “And that’s why I let you do this, you know. At least you’re honest.”

“Cute. So no one else can touch you like I do?”

“What do you think?”

“Use your big boy words. Aren’t you capable of that much?” you say. “I don’t know what you’re thinking.”

“You disgust me.”

“Sou.”

“... No. Okay? I wouldn’t let anyone else touch me. You’re the only one who can… do this.”

So, in some small way, Sou is yours. But it’s not enough. It’s not enough at all. In time, you’ll dig elbow-deep into his chest cavity, and make a space for yourself there. You’ll erase whatever Midori has done, and you’ll mark him so deeply so that all that will remain in him will be you.

[superson3oz]

SHIN TSUKIMI X READER PLEASE I BEG OF YOU🙏🙏🙏🙏

Anything is fine I just want the beanie man😭🙏

Heheheh

You ask and you shall recieve

[sw-trashship]

Why nobody talks about Shin with a chubby s/o?? The guy has expressed he doesn't like being so skinny and he kinda wish for a chubby body even if he knows he can't have it.

Can you imagine how he will with a chubby partner? He would explote for fucking sure!!

[rainfali]

Characters I will do.

(oh boy so many characters)

Alex(SDV)

Lu Ren(SWWMYBD)

Viktor(Arcane)

Jayce(Arcane)

Kai(Ninjago)

Zacharie(OFF)

Vanitas(VNC)

Ingo(PM)

Grimsley(PM)

Asmo(OM)

Ted(KNT)

Blade(NU:C)

Aventurine(HSR)

Kafka(HSR)

Argenti(HSR)

Vampire Cookie(CR)

Both F! and M!Grima(FE:A)

Both F! and M!Robin(FE:A)

Legolas(TLOTR&TH)

Kaeya(GI)

Louis(CV)

Valvetorez(D5)

Robin(DOL)

Daan(F&H2)

Folly(Regretavator)

Yuta Okkotsu(JJK)

Mahito(JJK)

Sukuna(JJK)

Kento Nanami(JJK)

Dazai(BSD)

Floyd Leech(TW)

Cater Diamond(TW)

Laurance Zvahl(Aphmau)

Jack Frost(ROTG)

Tack the Cobbler(TTATC)

Rui Kamishiro(PS:CS)

Stone(Ramshackle)

Leonardo(TMNT2012&2017)

Shin Tsukimi(YTTD)

Sou Hiyori/Midori(YTTD)

Anymore will be added once hyperfixations hits them. (Characters like Yuta, Stone, and Leo will not have NSFW, semi-suggestive is fine and will only be done lightly but other than that is a hard no) (You can also request characters form said franchises, however these are the ones I know the best)

[shinisbestboy]

Hi!! How about Shin x fem!reader on a beach?

what a cute idea!! I definitely couldn't pass this one up :3!! purrfect for the summer too hehe. I'm not very experienced with writing but i really liked this one

ah the summer.. the perfect time of year to sit by the beach or swim to your heart's content! it was the first summer you get to spend with shin and finally, you two don't have to worry about anything getting in the way! no awkward third wheel or anything!

you thought shin would have been happier to go to the beach too!! except.. he had some complaints ".. the beach? are you sure? isn't it just sand, why would you want to see that?" he sighed "not very interested.. while we're here we really should check out this tech museum, it has air conditioning!" he chuckled tho the lazy comment didn't land as he intended

"oh come on shin! you don't really want to go see some boring displays of flimsy metal, do you?? what about getting that vitamin d!" you huffed.. sometimes shin really wasn't the outdoorsy person, he will crawl his way out of this if you don't stand your ground "h-hey! it's not *just* flimsy metal! it's a house of great respect for the many years of research and engineering by many man and woman who have slaved to--..and you don't care, do you?" he started to ramble but your irritated expression said it all "we can go after! besides.. you really are as pale as a ghost, the sun will do you some good!"

after quite a bit of back and forth, you both agreed on a schedule that both of you were happy with, today being the beach trip of course. shin went to getting ready, making double sure to pack all the necessary things for the day.. you had to watch him tho because he had has a bad habit of overpacking for every unlikely situation he can come up with. eventually, you make it to the public beach, it is just brimming with activity and joy! you already want to join in on the fun but shin insists that they make sure they have everything. the small little area is set up with beach umbrellas and towels, your bags of food and necessities sat at the side. it felt like the perfect opportunity to finally get some light onto your near vampire boyfriend! "hey shin, you should come swimming with me! I mean you do know how to swim, right?" you asked innocently, shin huffed "of course I can swim.. but the local website for this place mentioned jellyfish and I'm not a fan" he of course did all the research of finding the best place.. tho he was still such a stick in the mud. he even pulled out a book.. fully intending to sit here in the shade and read!!

"oh come on! you gotta live a little! you can't be stuck in your book all day!" you grabbed shin's hand and pulled him up from his spot, he dropped his book in the confusion as you nearly dragged him to the water "h-hey! wait [y/n]!!" he yelped but it was too late, you were already dragging him into the ocean "you water won't kill you, geez" you chuckle, letting go of shin as you were both knee-deep. shin is shaking and clenching to his scarf, the water is barely up to his shorts but it is cold and the waves were pushing him around. you excitedly splashed water at him.. which did not amuse him, he huffed and grabbed at his beanie "[Y/N] you are so mean" he pouted, blushing softly, you just giggle "oh I know you like it! don't act like such a baby"

shin found it in him to splash you back and you both had fun getting wet in the sea, other people definitely thought it was weird for shin to be wearing a beanie and fluffy scarf but shin always insisted on it so you didn't say anything. you late ate lunch and made sandcastles, you didn't have any tools or anything but the little hills with shells and seaweed were enough.

finally, it was time to leave.. you both were covered in sand and seawater but shin was smiling which was more than he usually was. it was nice.. seeing him open up a bit more, it made the day even more worth it. shin was sunburnt like a chicken nugget afterward which was hilarious in itself.. the one thing he forgot to bring was sunscreen of course, but the memory of this day will definitely stick with you for a long time

[hyacinthleaves]

Requests are currently OPEN*

Hyacinthleaves is a little fanfiction blog that I'm creating because I honestly want to give back to the fanfiction community. I've been reading them since I was pretty young and I think that non-canon creations take so much skill and patience. Since I've been reading them for so long, I think that its time to give back (even in a very small and simple way) and consistently try to spend time writing some myself. Obviously I've been writing them on and off but I just wanted them to have a space of their own again as well. We start again!

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Rules:

-Headcanons and imagines only for now. Maybe I'll write a fanfic or two or a matchup event every once in a while but not normally -Only Character x Reader or Character x Reader x Character. -No NSFW currently. And I just mean nothing too inappropriate. If you're not sure, just ask anyway. I'll let you know -Don't request more than two characters unless its like a harem situation. -Try to check the masterlist and see if I've done certain asks before, just to save me time. It's not that big of a deal though -Don't be rude because sometimes I do have the time to respond to it. It won't be pretty. -Don't ask for race specific stuff unless you're black. Why? Because I'm black. And I also don't have the most time in the world to research every culture that yall show up with, even though I'd love to. -I have the right to straight up refuse whatever ask I don't want to do. Usually it'll just happen if I can't think of anything for it or I'm too uncomfortable with it. Typically not that big of a deal. »»———-　　———-««

Notes:

-Platonic asks are not my forte. Don't ask me why. I don't know. -I'm so busy so I might not get to every ask in a timely manner. But I also get kinda lazy so feel free to just be like "Did my ask get lost? it was about _" to get me moving because I do have the habit of avoiding things. -I'm silly guys, feel free to talk to me. I don't typically bite. -If you have any ideas of fandoms I should get into, shows I should watch, games I should get into etc. Let me know! »»———-　　———-««

Fandoms:

Fields of Mistria

Hayden Caldarus March Olric Ryis Adeline Celine Juniper

-Dungeon Meshi (I've only watched the anime)

Laios Falin Chilchuck Marcille Senshi

-Stardew Valley

Shane Elliot Sam Harvey

-Project: Eden's Garden

All of them except Cassidy, Mara, and Toshiko

-Sinners (open)

Smoke

Stack

Annie

Mary

Remmick

Pearline

Sammie

-Your Turn to Die (open)

Sara Chidouin

Keiji Shinogi

Shin Tsukimi

Joe Tazuna

Kai Satou

Reko Yabusame

Q-taro Burgerberg

Ranmaru Kageyama

Alice Yabusame

Hayasaka

Rio Ranger

Nao Egokoro

Tia Safalin

[cxl0verh0ard3rxxx]

Love your content <3 may I request some Shin fluff relationship headcanons?

A/N: Yes you may Anon! Sorry for being so inactive. I will try my best to write some more, I also have some planes for my next post. Thank you for requesting.

-He fell for you first. You both spent the day hanging out inside and watching movies, overall a pretty relaxed day. However you both ended up getting snowed in. He helped you shovel your driveway once you could finally leave the house. That's when he realized how hard he's fallen for you. -Whenever he has spare money after rent, he always tries to do something for you, whether it be a date or buying you something that you have been eying recently. One of his love languages is gift giving. -Speaking love languages.. I think his other love language is quality time. He loves spending time with you and listening to you talk about your day. He enjoys late night drives with you in his semi dinged up car. It's pretty small but gets him around. -He gets flustered with physical affection however is never opposed to it. He just does not know how to react. It may take him a bit, but he will soon initiate it as much as you do. He also struggles with putting his feelings into words. Now if you tell him these things, he becomes a mess. He's always appreciative and wonders how he got so lucky to have you in his life. -When it's autumn/windy or even slightly cold he definitely lends you his scarf! He doesn't want you to be cold, plus he quite enjoys the cool wind. -He gets flustered easily, he tries to hide it but usually fails.Typically with physical contact. If you try to hug him he will pause and his eyes get a bit wide but will reciprocate. With cuddling he's usually stiff at first but then loosens up. Shin prefers to be the big spoon so he can make sure you are safe but occasionally will be the little spoon. He's afraid of hurting you so he tries to be careful. -Shin is definitely the type to get jealous but never show it. He may be passive aggressive towards the person or stare at them and not break eye contact. If the person is bothering you and does not leave you alone or end the conversation then he will pull you away. He gets jealous somewhat easily. This is also when he can become more touchy. -He’s pretty chill with PDA, typically hand holding is his go to. He does not mind cheek kisses in public but he prefers them to be quick since he gets embarrassed easily. However he tends to stand awfully close to you, he wants to be close with you but doesn't know how to put that into words. He also is very observant with what you do and your reactions to certain things. Shin has also fallen asleep on your shoulder multiple times in public because he barely gets sleep with all the jobs he has. 

A/N: I apologize if this is short/seems rushed. I wanted to get this published. If something doesn't make sense I am sorry, english is not my first.

-Mod Kaito

[yvannahaleth]

Bro's The Type Of Guy That...

GN! Reader, Fluff, SFW, Shin Tsukimi x Reader, Sou Hiyori x Reader, Slight Spoiler

Bro's the type of guy that claims that he works alone yet he doesn't say anything when you keep him accompany.

Bro's the type of guy that becomes really protective over you, yet he brushed it off as something natural.

Bro's the type of guy that doesn't care what anyone say about him. But the second they say something bad about you, he will go feral.

Bro's the type of guy that likes to use sarcasm often. He will definitely say "No" when you asked him whether he loves you or not, when in reality, he would take a bullet for you.

Bro's the type of guy that likes to ruffle your hair, whether or not your height is the same as him. If you're taller than him, well, too bad; you have to lower your head so his hand could reach your hair, ruffling it.

Bro's the type of guy whose love language is act of service. He says you're unimportant, while he will instinctively hovers in front of you when he sense something bad is about to happen.

Bro's the type of guy that remembers every tiny details about you. Your likes and dislikes, your hidden talent, your not-so phobia, everything. Yet he says that he doesn't care about you.

Bro's the type of guy that depends on you for taking care of Kanna. He trusts you enough to look after her.

Bro's the type of guy that doesn't mind if you want to play with his fluffy hair and take off his beanie. If it were anyone else, he'll be so fast to slap their hands off him.

Bro's the type of guy that loves booping your nose. He also loves flicking your forehead as a punishment. It's like him trying to ask you to give him your full attention.

Bro's the type of guy that straight up glares at the person you're talking to when he's jealous. If he feels nice enough, he will join your conversation forcingly, give a few comments with a sarcastic tone, and quickly said goodbye as he drags you away. If he's too jealous to contain his feelings, he will grab you by your wrist and walk away without saying anything. He hates it when someone doesn't notice that you're with him. You are his significant other. You are his sun, moon, and stars.

Bro's the type of guy that likes to play with your fingers when he's deeply focused on something. Or when he's trying to distract himself from something. Playing with your fingers is like a stress-relief for him.

Bro's the type of guy that trusts you enough to show who he truly is: Shin Tsukimi.

[liaximagines]

👥KEIJI;SOU(MIDORI)&SHIN(SOU) CONFESSING TO THEIR S/O!~

KEIJI

🔹Ahh our dear mr policeman falling head over heels for you! How sweet huh?

🔹I feel like Keiji's "friendly" flirting with you here and there actually developed into a strong 'crush'! I wish you could see his face when he realized..

🔹Anyway- Keiji likes when things aren't pushed aside for the last minute, so he decides to confess after a week or two from him finding out how he feels about you.

🔹When he was "courting" you earlier you never seemed grossed out nor uncomfortable, and actually you played along. That's a GOOD sign for him since there's a chance you'd actually accept him!

🔹So my dear reader, don't get surprised when a fellow police officer shows up at your doorstep with a rose or two..and that charming smile of his..

"Good mornin', your friendly policeman here is in a need of a company right now ahah..Would you care to accept if he dared to ask you out perhaps?"

SHIN

🔹Shin, Shin, Shin...how pathetic of him to catch feeling..right?

🔹He never thought, that after Midori he'll be able to trust someone so much..but here you are huh?

🔹He's confused, flustered and excited at once. How can a smeary loner like him get his feelings reciprocated? He thinks that he's not good enough for you yet, the thought of loosing his chance still pains.

🔹Finally he decides to talk with you about how he feels. He puts on some clean clothing, nice smelling cologne and most importantly, a true smile.

🔹You two were casually hanging out in your usual spot, you know doing stuff, when he decided to bring up the topic..

"Hey uhh..I have to admit that I..like you more than most people I ever met and..I was wondering..If I saved some extra money, would you like to grab some coffee?"

SOU

🔹Ahahah..Sou sweet Sou..No. Not that sweet let's be real. You two were co-workers for the company of course, and he had to admit..you caught his eye WELL.

🔹He didn't think of it as a crush, just simple adoration and respect from afar. BUT- He could feel his left eye twitch everytime you spoke a bit TOO friendly with other workers.

🔹He has to intervene before someone steals you completely from him, and he wouldn't like that scenario.Then it hits him. It's MORE than just adoration and respect.

🔹He plans every single step on his confession. He's a master of manipulation and act, what did you expect? He'll give you the best speech possible to make you say yes! Most likely..ehem..

🔹Sou won't lie tho, he is a bit nervous but masks it under his usual creepy smile. On a normal day he brings you coffee to your office. There's a small heart on top of it..aww..

🔹When you raise your eyebrow at him, confused what he's up to he shrugs it off..that lettuce head bastard..

"Oh it's nothing truly! Just me caring for my co-worker! Although..no, co-worker is not the word of my choice hmm..How about..we became partners instead? Hm hm?~ Would youu like that?~ If you're not sure please care to meet me in my office so we could discuss it more..privately."

HI HIII! HOPE Y'ALL ENJOYED THIS ONE!🩵 FEEL FREE TO REQUEST YTTD CAUSE I LOVEE WRITING FOR ITT!!🐦

[yawujin]

Hello :)))

If it's okay with you can I request Shin with an s/o who's taller?

(s/o is gender neutral btw)

request | shin tsukimi x tall reader

type | short read, established relationship , light hearted , no death game , gender neutral reader

loves to let them be the big spoon

his favorite thing is when they hug him from behind (+ loves it even more if they rest their chin on his on the top of his head)

finds it hot when they easily are able to pin him down, their longer limbs making it harder for him to escape their hold ♡

he'll never admit to how much he likes it when his S/O playfully picks him up and carries him around...it's just so easy for them!

especially likes the view of their chest, since yk, he is at eye level with it

[mihii-i]

I need shin tsukimi (yttd) x gn reader fluff

On my knees begging

shin tsukimi fluff hcs

Pairing(s): shin tsukimi x gn!reader

CW: sfw, gn!reader, mentions of overworking, none really.

A/N: your wish is my command <33

Shin would literally be one of those tired 24/7 bfs

Like you could be out in public after getting 10 hours of sleep and he would be knocked out cold on your lap the second you step outside

Gets you random gifts whenever he feels like it (and has the money to)

Hella quiet, his love language is physical touch

Tracing back to the tired bf part, he’s kinda like nocturnal??

He’s up at like 2 am and poking at you to wake you up

Constantly tells you that you’re an amazing s/o

Loves taking baths with you for sure

Pleads you with puppy dog eyes to join him if he’s already in

Hugs you tightly in the shower/bath at every opportunity he gets

He just likes how the water sticks to him when you’re holding onto each other, it feels refreshing to him

When you two spend time together, it’s usually something related to nerdy online stuff

Like you two could be slandering Reddit posts while cuddling and devouring snacks

Shin just loves to hold your hand

Not a second in the day goes by that he doesn’t intertwine his fingers with yours

Holds your hand EVERYWHERE

At home, when you’re about to sleep, when you’re cuddling, on a train, flights, when you’re walking down the street, in a store, literally everywhere

Since Shin is canonically weaker than a middle schooler, he’s not really surprised if you pick him up bridal style

He actually finds it comforting to be carried by you like that

Wraps his arms around you and digs his face into your neck <33

Most likely falls asleep when he does that

Shin worries about you often, especially when you’re overworking yourself

If you are, then Shin will creep into your room without you noticing, and wrap his arms around you, as an attempt to get you to take a break and cuddle with him

Occasionally kisses your cheek at any given time

Overall, Shin as a bf reminds me of a cat for some reason

A/N: skdbfbfbd our baby shin

Also sorry this took so long I didn’t write for the day yesterday and I was kinda tired 😭😭

[an-idiot-in-a-costume]

yooo!!! i havent requested in uhh.. i forgot how long, anyways may i request shin tsukimi x afab reader? :3 smut headcanons if u want, either fluff or smut.. take ur time!! ^_^

OMFG SHIT HAIIII HELLO!! YES OF COURSE :3

Shin tsukimi x afab reader

shyest bastard ever oml

Despises PDA, he prefers to keep everything secret (midoris gonna find out one way or another)

Adores the fall, loves taking walks, and stepping on crunchy leaves

Cannot run for the life of him, if you two are in a store and you run towards something, don't, he cannot keep up

If he is shin tsukimi, give him soup, shin tsukimi wants soup

Loves like old timey technology, his closet is FULL with them

💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮 holy shit I'm so sorry this is short I did this in a rush

[dxmibby]

i'm working on my newest shin fic as well as. like 5 other fics I'm just slowly trudging along but YES A NEW SHIN FIC BECAUSE I know the hoes only follow me for shin fics lol

[mpregcatboyshin]

here's a wip thing for wip wednesday. someone i know does these things every wednesday so i decided why not try to do the same. here's something ive kept in the drafts for a while but ive picked up on writing again.

Shin Tsukimi x Reader under the cut

"Is that any way to treat your customers?" You replied, stalking over to the counter. He was leaning over it, his phone flat against the surface with some random mecha game on. "You're not even doing your job either."

"I thought I told you to stop coming to see me at work," he said, looking back down at his game. You watched as he tapped on a few different things, swiping through different characters. It was kind of cute how lame his interests were.

"When else am I supposed to see you?" You said, leaning over the counter and getting into his space, pretending you were interested in his game. "It's not like you have your own place I can go to."

That seemed to strike a nerve with him, if the way he raised his head and glared at you meant anything. You just smiled sweetly, because in the end you both knew you were right.

He sighed, grabbing his phone and turning it off before stuffing it into his back pocket. He pulled away from you and straightened himself out, huffing in annoyance.

"What do you want? Just come to annoy me?" He looked over the small display next to the counter, shuffling the small candies around like he was fixing them up. You grabbed one and placed it on the counter.

"Hm maybe," you said, spinning the candy around and pushing it toward him. "My friend had her club today and I didn't feel like sticking around. I got bored standing by the gate, so I wanted to come see what you were up to."

"Is that really it?" He snatched the candy from the counter, stuffing it between all the other ones on the tiny shelf display. The second he placed it back you picked it back up and put it on the counter, along with a few others. He sighed to himself, watching as you picked apart the display he had so graciously put together.

"I mean, there is something I want to do," you replied, eyeing all the colorful wrappers carefully. The red and white soft fruit chews would make a good snack for later. You slipped a few up the sleeve of your sweater. "When do you get off your shift?"

Shin's eyes move from your sleeve back up to your face. You keep your expression even, as his eyes flicker back down to your sleeve once more. He looks back up and his eyes seem more tired than before.

"Eight. Can you put those back, please?" He says, picking up the ones you'd spread over the counter and putting them back in their place. "Stealing wouldn't look good on your college application."

"Like you would know about that," you retort, and he visibly stiffens. You laugh as he scowls, putting the candies back away a bit faster. You open a pocket on your messenger bag, letting the candies from your sleeve slide down into it.

"Besides," you breathe, letting your voice lower to a whisper, "I wouldn't be the one getting into trouble."

Shin freezes. His head turns slowly towards you, mouth pressed into a thin line. You can practically see him shaking with anger, and the thought of him lashing out almost makes you want to laugh. You want to see him seethe, you want him to call you out. Hear his speech get funny as he gets upset. Though it seems like he might be too tired for that today. He visibly deflates, letting out a long sigh as the fire dies in his eyes.

"Just go home already," he says. "I don't want to do this right now."

"Aw, what's wrong?" You mock sympathy. "Having a bad shift? Let's take a break."

"No, no it's not," he shook his head, suddenly exacerbated. "We shouldn't. Just go home already. I'm not in the mood."

"Oh come on, you'll enjoy it. I've literally been waiting all day just to see you," you say, leaning in a bit closer again. He turns away from you a bit, but he doesn't move back. "I don't even come to see you that often, and I know I'm the only real friend you have. Don't you get lonely sometimes?"

"You think insulting me is going to make me want to have sex with you?" He bites back, turning to face you. That's the Shin you were looking for. "I know what you're doing and I'm not falling for it again."

You lean up against the counter, bringing your hands up around his shoulders. He gasps as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull his face closer to yours. Your hands play with his hair, rough and damaged from multiple bad dyes. The turquoise looks good on him at least.

"Hm, but you already have, haven't you?" You whisper. He's staring intently at you, a blush rising to his cheeks. You can practically hear his heart beating out of his chest. "You could stop me if you really wanted to. If you really tried, this would all have been over weeks ago."

His breathe is hot on your face. It smells like cheap ramen. Your lips are so close to his that even just the slightest movement forward and you'd be kissing. But you knew better to give him that now. You didn't want to do it here either.

"I'll let you choose the pack this time."

[yourturntodoink]

im not sorry about this:

Title: Chances are Low, but Never Zero

Relationship: Shin Tsukimi x Reader

mpreg.

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