#((anyway thanks again for the follows ♥))

[threshasketch]

I'm Alive! 👋

I'm still dusting off the cobwebs on my art accounts after a few years of burying myself in online work to build up my indie author job. My most recent comments/donations on Ko-Fi from 3-4 years ago made me feel all warm and fuzzy. People were super kind and had no idea just HOW bad things were for me in 2020. If you were one of them, thank you so much! 🥹

A-hem, okay, on to all of the crazy links. I revamped my Ko-Fi, Patreon and Instagram (I finally got the login back again!), and I made a shiny new Threads account if anybody wants to follow me over there. Oh, and I have a YouTube channel, although it has no videos yet! I plan to stick speedpaints on there, so if watching those sounds fun, follow it and you'll get notified as soon as I upload. ♥

It feels SO GOOD to get back to making art on a more regular basis. I'm so, so happy that Tumblr still has folks active on it, because it's basically my fandom home online. 🥰

[gatual]

hi again! <3 i saw that your day wasn’t very nice so i’m here to cheer you up with a song recommendation, it’s ‘neko’ by atsushi sakurai ฅ/ᐠ. ̫ .ᐟ\ฅ i highly recommend reading the lyrics translation for this one, i hope you feel better soon 💕💗💖💞💓💘

hi lovely 🥹💞 thank u for passing by and recommending me this song 🥹❤️❤️❤️ the lyrics are so sweet 😔♥a bit sad too, it's a v calm song.. and i do feel better!☺ truly tysm 😔♥♥♥

[venusqueenoffaeries]

holy heckin hylia did i actually get real human being followers after my cosplay post?! :O

thank you guys so much, i’m going through some REALLY STRESSFUL STUFF right now and that was super nice of you for just one post with like ... almost nothing on it! :p ♥♥♥

[jaylalolz]

when will you release “get him back” part 2?? 💓❤️‍🩹

❛ 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 ❜ p2 . . . nicholas chavez

SINGER!reader x EX!nicholas 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

PART ONE

SUMMARY, a jaw-dropping photo surfaced on social media, showing Y/N and Nicholas sharing a passionate kiss.

A/N, here you go💋💋

WARNINGS, none

♥︎ 5.1M 💬 15,467 ➤ 8478

y/nuser “Bad idea right?” is number 1 on the billboard 100!!! thank you guys so so much for streaming & thank you to the person who was my inspiration while writing bc this song wouldn’t be here without you❤️💜

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tatemcrae, everyone say thank you nicholas for the song of the summer !!!

⤿ y/nuser, TATE SHUSHHH

user, yall are teasing us atp

user, i js know y/n is screaming at tate over the phone rn

user, girl WE need answers

user, you can’t just post this and expect us NOT to go crazy

user, ik nick blushing hard asf rn

user, tate is out for blood omg😂

user, NICK JUST REPOSTED

user, oh they’re SO back

user, GIRL don’t play with us, are you and nick getting back tg?

user, y/n and nick part two????

user, i’m not okay after reading the caption

ENEWS ARTICLE

Y/N AND NICHOLAS just broke the internet—and it’s not just because of her latest chart-topping hit.

The two pop sensations, who famously dated before calling it quits over a year ago, are once again the talk of the town. Just days after Y/N dropped her fiery new single, “Bad Idea Right?”, fans are speculating that the song might be more than just a story—it could be real-life drama unfolding before our eyes.

In the song, Y/N sings about how meeting up with an ex is a “bad idea,” but admits she’s going to do it anyway. The cheeky, rebellious track quickly captured fans’ attention with its catchy beat and vulnerable lyrics, but the real drama started when Y/N took to Instagram to thank the person who inspired her to write the song after it debuted at number one on the Billboard Hot 100.

Her cryptic caption read: “Thank you to the person who inspired me to write this song, because it wouldn’t be here without you.” Cue the speculation—fans immediately suspected that the song was about Nicholas, her ex.

But it didn’t stop there.

Just hours after her Instagram post, a jaw-dropping photo surfaced on social media, showing Y/N and Nicholas sharing a passionate kiss. The candid shot, which appears to have been taken during a night out, sent fans into an absolute meltdown, with many wondering if the pair are rekindling their romance after a year apart.

Twitter erupted with reactions, with one fan tweeting: “THEY’RE KISSING. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. Y/N AND NICHOLAS ARE BACK TOGETHER!!” Another user added: “She wrote a song about seeing her ex and now they’re making out?? ICONIC behavior.”

Neither Y/N nor Nicholas has commented on the photo or addressed the growing speculation, but fans are convinced that the kiss confirms what “Bad Idea Right?” hinted at—these two are giving love another shot.

Y/N and Nicholas first dated two years ago and were a fan-favorite couple, often seen together at industry events and collaborating on music. However, they shocked their followers when they announced their split last year, citing busy schedules and the pressures of fame as reasons for the breakup.

With “Bad Idea Right?” rocketing to the top of the charts and this steamy kiss photo making headlines, all eyes are on Y/N and Nicholas to see where this rekindled flame might lead. Is this the reunion their fans have been waiting for, or just a brief moment of nostalgia?

One thing’s for sure—Y/N and Nicholas are definitely back in the spotlight, and fans can’t get enough of the drama.

[d1s1ntegrated]

helloo!! can you do hcs of shigaraki x civilian reader please?

thank youu <333

shigaraki x civilian!reader (slight nsfw!)

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he had first caught sight of you months ago, and since then his obsession only grew.

yeah, he knew he was being a stalker, but he couldn't help it

you were just so beautiful, how could a stranger be so perfect?

he wondered what it would be like to have you, to hold you, to steal you away from this broken world and heal you

he memorized your routine, he knew your social media, he even knew where you lived now cause he followed you home from the mall a few days ago.

he'd sit outside your apartment, sometimes climbing the fire escape late at night to watch you sleep, palming at his erection through his jeans to the rhythm of your breaths.

he knew he couldn't have you, but he still vowed to turn hell cold for you.

everyone in the league noticed his change, but no one dared speak out against him. he was way more aggressive than usual, spoke less, even spent less time gaming. he was absent more, as well, which was nerve-wracking for them.

he knew they wouldn't understand. maybe toga would, but he'd rather not share his newfound delight with anyone else anyways.

he'd sit alone in his room late at night, crying and whimpering into his pillows, calling out your name. begging for some miracle that you'd notice him, his gestures of love for you (anonymous tear-streaked love letters, flowers, the ominous stain outside your bedroom window).

he'd cry, rub his dick raw, and cry again.

if you noticed him, it'd be different. he knew it. he couldn't approach you, but if you approached him, maybe he could win.

but you did notice him. somehow, you weren't scared, but flattered. you kept his letters, you hung the flowers to dry. you were just a normal, regular person. what about you captivated this mystery man so much?

you felt obligated to respond one day, desperate for an answer. you left a small note in the mailbox, signed "for my admirer".

his heart nearly fell out of his ass when he noticed it, he yanked it away and read it in an alley, too anxious to wait to get back to base.

the note was simply, short, sweet. just like he'd imagined.

"i appreciate all you've given me. give me a call sometime so i can show my thanks in person. (xxx-xxxx-xxxx)."

he hastily, shakily added your contact to his phone and ran off with the paper shoved in his pocket.

he came so violently that night his nose bled, and for a second, he felt healed. like his prayers had been answered, like the world wasn't as rotten as he previously assumed.

[obsessedelusional]

guilty pleasure (smut)

paring ↬ Eddie Munson x fem!reader

summary ↬ A drunken night leads to a hookup with none other than Eddie Munson. Which wouldn’t be such a problem if you weren’t currently in a relationship with Jason Carver. You tell you self it needs to stop but what happens when start to look forward to your secret meet ups with Munson?

a/n: loosely inspired by your guilty pleasure by henry versus.. anyways hi hope u enjoy I miss eddie

Feedback & Reblogs appreciated! Thank you ♥︎

You’re Jason Carvers girlfriend, cheer captain and undoubtedly one of the most popular girls in this school. Then why are you currently pinned under Eddie Munson?

“Jason’s going to flip his shit.” You say as Eddie pulls away from kissing you, his lips travel down your throat.

“I won’t tell and you won’t either.” He murmurs nibbling farther down your neck.

You go to respond but you’re stopped by the sudden feeling of air on your chest, your nipples harden as he works your shirt off you. The air is out of your lungs when his mouth moves to a breast, his hands busy undoing your pants. He was eager and never wasted time during what little time you had before Jason started to wonder where you wandered off to. You two hadn’t been caught yet and for Eddie, it wasn’t about to happen today. More than happy to be your dirty little secret.

“Your body is dangerous.” He whispers as soon as he’s got you undressed, left in nothing but your underwear.

You always wore your sexiest pair in hopes that he’d show up to the party Jason dragged you to. Your boyfriend no longer had to do much to convince you to tag along. The unknown possibility of Eddie being there was more than enough to get you out the house.

The first time you had told yourself that it was nothing more than a drunken mistake. Jason and you had been fighting all week. Which was unfortunately becoming your new reality, your relationship on a downward spiral for months. He claimed to be at home but you knew better, showing up to the party he swore he wasn’t attending. After a long argument and him saying maybe you two should take a break, you found friends and drank more than you should have.

A drunken angry night lead you straight into Eddie’s arms. The two of you had always been amicable despite Jason’s obvious disdain for Eddie. It started off as an innocent conversation, thinking Jason would see and grow irritated enough to stop you. He didn’t seem to care which only pissed you off more. And then there Eddie was intoxicated and flirty, touching you without any care for your relationship status. When no one was paying you two any attention, you snuck a kiss and then snuck away with Eddie to a bathroom.

Jason and you decided to make things work a few days later, it needed to stop. Technically you were single when you hooked up with Eddie. You convinced yourself that you didn’t do anything wrong. There was no need to tell Jason what happened.

It wasn’t until you found yourself at another party, Jason with his friends paying you no attention. Eddie’s attention was focused solely on you from across the room. One look, a couple steps up stairs and Eddie was following you to an empty bathroom. Making sure to let him know this would never happen again as you undressed him. He agreed, laughing before lifting you onto the counter and taking over.

After that time you were fucked in every way. Jason just wasn’t doing it anymore. Wondering if Jason ever really did it for you. Questioning why you were still with him all these years later. Suddenly all his flaws more prevalent. Pissing you off by merely existing, fighting constantly. Telling yourself that you’d come clean soon. That it wasn’t fair to Eddie or Jason.

Yet here you were months later, completely sober letting Eddie take what he wanted. All while your boyfriend was downstairs with his friends. Giving yourself over to Eddie Munson became your guilty pleasure.

Eddie’s mouth is slowly traveling to its destination. Your eyes closed, too distracted by his mouth to think about how terrible this will inevitably end. The sound of fabric tearing has your eyes opened and on Eddie, watching as he stuffs whatever’s left of your underwear into his pocket. He’s pulling away from the you, only to sink himself between your thighs.

“Your pussy is always so wet and ready..” His voice is low, his mouth inches away from your center.

A few quick kisses are pressed to your inner thigh before his hands travel under you, pulling you closer and meeting his lips with your clit. Your involuntary reaction is to try and close your legs but he already expects it, stopping you from doing so as he dives deeper.

His tongue working on your bud and a single finger slides into you. You let your moans leave your mouth as you grasp the sheets of whoever’s bed you’re in. Without warning he adds another finger, picking up his pace.

“Fuck..” You groan out as you grind your hips into his touch.

He watches you as you react to his actions, his favorite sight. Your eyes are closed as he pushes you closer to your climax. You can’t see it but you can feel the grin on his face, smug about the fact that he’s the one making you cum and not your boyfriend.

He pulls away bringing out a whimper from you at loss of contact, “Does he make you feel this good?”

You look at him, frustrated and not wanting to talk right now. Especially not about Jason.

“Does he even make you cum?” He ask, kissing a sweet kiss to your cunt. No where near your swollen clit but your body shudders in response. You can’t bring yourself to answer.

“Tell me.. who makes you feel this good?” Another kiss, moving closer to where you desperately need him.

“Who makes you cum every time?” Another kiss, almost there but not yet. He’s leaving you a whimpering mess under his touch.

“Who do you think about when your boyfriend fucks you?” This time he doesn’t kiss you, waiting for response.

“You.. Eddie. I think about you.” You finally admit, causing him to get that smug look he wears every time he reminds you of your dishonest actions towards Jason.

“If you were mine I’d never let you out of my sight.. keep you satisfied enough to keep you under me and not someone else.” He says never breaking eye contact as his slips between your folds again. Continuing where he left off and not letting you respond, sending your head flying back.

The only sounds in the room are your moans and the sounds of his tongue and fingers bringing you closer to the edge. Music is muffled from downstairs. He picks up his speed, not missing a beat. Pushing you over the edge, arching your back as you finish on his fingers. He rides you out through your orgasm. As he pulls out he bring his fingers to his lips, cleaning your juices off his fingers.

“So sweet.” He says as he sits up, hovering over you again.

You only pull him closer, kissing him and undressing him. It’s your turn to make him feel good. Your hands pull at his shirt and he takes it off the rest of the way. The brief moment he pulls away, your hands run down his chest and to his pants. You undo the button then the zipper and start to pull them down as much as you can from under him. He shimmies the rest of the way out of his pants, dragging his boxers off with them.

You wrap your fingers around his cock, pumping it slowly eliciting a groan from him. It’s heavy and hard, ready to split you in half.

“My turn to taste you,” you whisper as you move from under him and push him onto his back.

He doesn’t fight this, allowing you to take control. Eyes on you as settle at his side, bending over to take his cock in your mouth. A simple kiss on his tip has him biting his lip in anticipation. His hand finds your ass, squeezing it as you slowly take his length into your mouth. His other hand is on your head, guiding your mouth deeper. Forcing you to take his whole length. Holding himself back from bucking his hips into your mouth.

“F-fuck.. you take my cock so well..” He purrs as he holds you still, your nose pressed into his groin.

After a few moments of you gagging on his cock, he lets go and you pull away. Saliva drips down your chin. Wiping your mouth off and using it to rub his cock, spitting the build up at the back of your throat onto it. Pumping him in a slippery mess, watching him watch you.

“You on top..” He directs and you listen, sitting up and throwing your leg over him.

You press your warm center onto his hardness, letting it slide through your folds. Making the both of you groan at the friction. You lift your self up just enough as aligns his tip to your heat. You lower yourself down, taking him whole. As you begin to roll your hips he grabs you and guides you through the motions, nails digging into your skin.

Probably leaving marks but you don’t care. The tiniest part of you wishing Jason would find evidence of you and Eddie, forcing you to come clean. The more the two of you did this behind Jason’s back, the sloppier you got. The more you would let Eddie do, the more you asked for. Knowing that this couldn’t possibly end well for anyone involved, deciding to enjoy it while you had the chance.

“Such a slut, taking my cock while your boyfriend is downstairs,” Eddie says this as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush to his chest.

His hips jerk into you from under, slamming his cock inside of you at a relentless pace. Your head is burrowed in his neck, your arms trapped in his embrace. He fucks you from under as you moan in his ear, his favorite sound.

Without any warning he slips from under you and has you laid on your stomach. He pulls your ass up, pushing your head down. Eddie takes a moment to appreciate the sight in front of him before smacking your ass. The crown of his cock lingers at your entrance before easing into your warmth. You can’t help the whine that escapes your mouth as his fills you from this angle.

“Such a good little slut for me.. huh?” He asks as he thrusts into you in a languid manner, almost teasing you. He’s waiting for you to answer before he gives you want you want.

“Yes.. Eddie.. for you.” You respond, your voice cracking between thrusts.

“Say it.” He growls pushing your head into the bed, slowly moving his hips.

“I’m a slut.. for you.” You spit out and he rock his hips harder, faster. Fucking you into the bed. Finally giving you what you want.

You grip onto the sheets, pushing against his thrusts. His movements are deep, his pace relentless. Hands squeeze your ass, further guiding his pumping. You are a mess under him, not holding back your noises. Letting Eddie know he’s fucking you right. Just how you like it. Ruining you for any other man, specifically your boyfriend.

Eddie doesn’t slow, keeping the speed consistent. Determined to make you cum one more time before he finishes. His length plunges in and out of you. Skin smacking and moans fill the room.

There’s no way anyone else upstairs can’t hear you. They have to know someone is having sex in here. Almost making it more enjoyable. The fear of getting caught turning you on even more.

The familiar feeling of your skin heating up is felt. Pleasure building in you as Eddie’s fucks you closer to falling apart. Your walls flutter around his cock letting him know that you’re almost there.

“Come for me. Come all over my cock.” Eddie orders.

His demand is all it takes to push you over the edge. You feel your body tighten and then releases the pressure. AA chocked sob comes from you as you finish all over his cock.

Your body goes numb as he pumps a few more times before, quickly pulling out. Taking his throbbing erection into his hand and pumping it with his hand. The other hand grabs you, pulling you to a sitting position in front of Eddie.

“Open up.” He orders and you look up at him, doing as he says.

A few more flicks of his wrist has him hissing as he comes on your face. Aiming for your tongue and making it for the most part. You wait patiently as he jerks himself to completion. He smiles, wiping his cum from where it missed and landed on your cheek. Collecting it placing it in your mouth. Not letting a drop go to waste, watching as you swallow his seed.

“Good girl,” he smiles pulling away.

It’s as if reality comes into play as he steps away, throwing your clothes towards you on the bed. You quickly redress, watching him do the same. The sadness that comes when this moment comes gets stronger every time your time together comes to an end.

Once you’re dress you stand up from where you’re sat on the edge of the bed. It’s as if Eddie notices the change in your mood, without you having to say anything. Moving in closer to you he pulls you closer, kissing you more affectionately than he should be. Clouding your judgement and letting your self fill your mind with delusions.

As he drags himself away from you he says, “Now go make out your boyfriend, let him taste me on your tongue.”

His tone is teasing, causing you to roll your eyes and let out a sigh. His reminder of your failing relationship snaps you from your mind, the feelings he makes you feel. The thoughts he makes you think.

You’re irritated, mostly at yourself for letting it get to this point. He looks at you for a second using his hand to smooth your hair and then wipe away at your smudged eye makeup. Once he thinks you look like you didn’t just cheat on your boyfriend, he grins pulling away. You try not to smile back, moving away from him and leaving the room. Eddie would wait a few minutes, so no one would see the two of you leaving together.

As you walk downstairs to where you left Jason your mind can’t stop thinking about the possible consequences. You could tell Jason right now and what? Run into Eddie’s arms? Not entirely sure if he even wants that. If he wants you as anything more than a secret hookup.

Afraid that if you came clean, the whole entire thing would lose its appeal. Wondering if you enjoy your time with Eddie as much as you do because it’s so wrong. If you were single, would you still find yourself wanting to be around Eddie?

One thing clear, you need to break up with Jason. As soon as possible and just see what happens afterwards. If whatever Eddie and you have is meant to be, it’ll happen. You hear your name as you make it into the back yard where you left Jason. He’s sat right where you left him, trying to call you over.

As you approach him and his friends, he pulls you into his arms. You feel yourself recoiling as a reaction to his touch. You’re in no mood for him right, obviously bothered over something and he doesn’t notice. He never fires. Before you can anything, he kisses you. You can’t help but try to stifle the laugh that wants to come. Thinking about the last thing Eddie said to you.

“What’s so funny?” Jason asks, his arm still wrapped around your waist.

“Nothing… we need to talk..” You respond, removing yourself from his embrace and walking away from his group of friends.

[anzulvr]

Thank you for follow back! >.> meant a lot to me. Is it okay if I request a Karma x reader where the reader is very sweet & affectionate towards Karma & it makes him shy. No pressure. Just wanted to say hi & thank you! ^_^

♡ ୨୧ Karma with affectionate Reader ୨୧ ♡

ʚɞ fluff; no warnings || Karma Akabane ♥︎ note : HIII HII SORRY THIS IS LIKE CENTURIES LATE SHEA… guys pls tell me if you see typos I checked but I get sick of reading my own things again and again… 😭|| ʚɞ

— Karma is inexperienced when it comes to relationships therefore when you’re affectionate and sweet to him he doesn’t know how to act!!

His face canonically gets super red when he’s embarrassed though it’s not an often thing because he can usually shake things off with a joke! When it does happen it’s finally your chance to get back at him for all the times he’s purposely taken weird photos of you.

He’d be shy with PDA (when he’s not trying to embarrass you, since he’s also the type to mortify you by calling you the stupidest pet names in front of your friends and family.)

If you react strongly it's worse because he loves getting you mad and rilled up it's like his love language. Some people like giving gifts or giving words of affirmation to their s/o while he likes pissing you off.

If you randomly hold his hand or rest your hand on his shoulder he won’t know what to do. He plays with your hand instead of staying still as a way to distract himself from how giddy he’s feeling.

Half the time “playing with your hand” means him trying to jokingly get you to slap your own face with your hand, the other half of the time when he feels like being nice and cute he’s just lightly squeezing it.

Very “opposites attract” troupe.

Even when you were just friends you were very attentive which isn’t something he’s familiar with. For the first time ever there’s someone taking care of him? Asking about his day and doing anything to make him feel better when it’s a bad one? He’d find it hard to believe you’re doing so much for him without wanting anything in return.

When he starts getting more comfortable in the relationship he inches towards being sweeter and more open with you.

E-class finds it hard to believe when they first see it, cause it’s Karma out of all people?? Karma being affectionate??

Don’t get me started on Asano’s reaction to this, he from the bottom of his heart, thinks you’re being held hostage.

Most of Karmas “affection” is just making fun of people so when they see him being weirdly nice to you it’s creepy to them. Constant compliments and praise coming out of his mouth is something they didn’t think they’d live to see.

He can’t be serious for long periods of time and always finds a way to “ruin the moment”. For example you’ll hug him and Karma will hug back… for three seconds before he lifts you off the ground and spins you till too dizzy to walk. (He finds it funny to see you struggling.)

Ms.Vitch is tired of you both because you refuse to work with anyone else she sets you up with (since her class centers around assassination with seduction). Sure, the phrases she makes you all say are awkward no matter who you’re saying it to but you can’t bring yourself to work with your other classmates for that class! If you do work with someone else he’s so shady about it afterwards.

“Karma do you mind getting my bag for me?"

“Maybe ask Maehara since he’s so strong.”

“You know I only said that for the class!!"

Karasuma is also sick of you two getting side tracked, instead of sparring you two sword fight, instead of running a mile you somehow convince Karma to carry you on his back while he does all the running?! (he’s a show off.) Instead of doing pushups you sit on Karmas back as he does them. It gets to the point he makes you work on opposite sides of the field but you somehow end up getting together anyway within minutes. He’s starting to give up.

On the brighter side you’re together in all of Korosensei’s classes because he can’t bring himself to separate you two! He did once and you were so miserable he gave in. Even if Karma does give you the answers in exchange for a kiss (it’s really that easy.) Korosensei thought you might’ve died from heartbreak if he kept you apart longer.

It’s pretty hard to make him shy since he’s constantly being praised to the point his ego is up there. It happens in more quiet, private moments. Like if you’re at his house watching a movie and you’re moving closer together all of a sudden he’s looking at the roof and not the screen. He can’t let you see his face is beet red.

Another example is him seeing you in a pretty outfit and not being able to act right cause he’s flustered.

“Do I have something on my face?”

“No, you’re just, you’re- you you’re I like.”

“Come again?”

[nana-b0b]

》🔞 These panels are censored, you can go to the last of the post to find out where to see them!

A little historical info to better understand:

♡♡♡♡♡!!! I really feel happy and overcome with these panels, I was thinking a lot about how to make them since there were several obstacles: I had never drawn something NSFW before as it should be 😅 I never got that far so to speak, there was always a line that prevented me from taking that step, since it is not the same to draw some small scene where you only see something specific to a whole pose as such and all that implies. But after many ideas and turns I managed to take that step (maybe small for some but for me it was like reaching the moon 😂) and the most important and most feared was that the essence of the drawings and the style would be lost but I could keep it well and make it coexist ♡.

Note: as for the text accompanying the panels I want to say that it's not my best work as a narrator hahaha I don't write anything since I was about fifteen and it was my era of fanfics and stuff, so I feel its very basic and empty! 😅 ♥!

Now, let's talk a bit about the panels! Well, as we all knew this moment was coming, it was no surprise -3- Ryomen really had to be patient to get what he had been thinking for a while, but he didn't want it to be something random as it could be with any woman he wanted, he was really curious to see how Aurora could look like with the full appearance of a lady of the Heian era and when he saw her, he just couldn't resist. One thing will be clear: Aurora won't wear black teeth again, there will be no way to paint her teeth again without someone losing a limb. As for her eyebrows: she's really mad about that, but I'll let it go.

And to close this post I come with a novelty (I've been thinking about this for days) now we are going to be able to have these drawings completely uncensored on patreon.

I'm not going to lie, using more than two social networks for me is already a lot 😥 if it were up to me I would only post everything in one place but we know how the rules are and we have to respect them, if just by showing a nipple (which is a pixel 😂 ) they almost censored me on Instagram I knew this would be difficult and Tumblr is not lagging behind, while there are things that it lets pass there are others that it doesn't and it's not nice to have to make such complex drawings so that the AI doesn't detect them as 🔞 since there comes a certain point that you get tired too and it loses the grace.

My patreon will be the place for all my works 🔞 without any censorship already, you are going to be able to enjoy both public and private content depending on the type of work ♡. I think also for me it's an incentive to be able to start letting go more of my ideas and continue with everything I want to do :)

To say goodbye first I want to always thank you for all the support you give me and all your messages 🖤 and second to warn you that this CAP of Ren will be in patreon already published privately but all the other censored drawings are public for you to see and enjoy them as they should ⭐

Here are the publications that I censored and that you can now see, there are not many at the moment x'D

[enj4s]

─── ˚𝜗𝜚. ⋆ VULNERABLE VICES♡! ᡣ𐭩 .

─── ˚୨୧⋆ ABOUT♥︎; Wingman Laito gets Reiji drunk and you take care of him.

── SLIGHT WARNINGS(??); bit of swearing. mention of Reiji poisoning u previously (typical). nonchalant you 🥶. you and Reiji are lovers but shit is 2 complicated it's not even mentioned or there, but the love is in the air ig

─── ˚୨୧⋆ PAIRING; Reiji Sakamaki from diabolik lovers.

♡ Author note : "Get right into it" 😭 helpp im sorry sjsjjsbn i caught a nasty ass cold and was out in the covers for some days, I hope u like it ♡!!!

As the Sakamaki brothers and you gather around the long table for the usual meal routine, you find yourself growing used and accustomed to the strict schedule. The enforced etiquette lessons from Reiji you've endured have imprinted a sense of discipline upon you, though the monotony often leaves your mouth yawning during the sessions. A snicker leaves your mouth suddenly, your head flashing you with the most unnecessary picture of Reiji's bewildered face, he looked like he was loosing his shit back when you first arrived at the mansion and gobbled everything you could reach with the same fork. It was a crime to him.

"Ne, aren't you bothered?" Laito suddenly calls from beside you, cutting the silence in the large dining room. His green eyes fixated on your every move.

"Why would I be?" You asked calmly as you popped a cherry tomato into your mouth with an indifferent expression, Reiji's orders of not talking with a full mouth thrown out the window. If you were honest, you've never saw the brothers themselves follow Reiji's strict orders.

Ayato was out there, across the table, sitting with his legs propped on the table, completely disregarding the table etiquette that Reiji had emphasized time and time again.

Laito leaned in, his sultry tone drawing your attention as he continued, "Well, you know, Reiji never compliments, clings, or shows you any affection, is that not bothering you even a tiny bit?"

Ayato chimed in from across the table, his legs still casually propped up on the surface, "Yeah, come to think of it, Reiji's never said a single nice thing to you. Aren't you annoyed by that?"

You met their words with a nonchalant shrug, your expression indifferent. "I could care less," you replied. "I'm not one for affection anyway."

"..Ehh. Boring.." The red head sighed, feigning a frown, he hummed out loud as he thought for a while, before he perked up. "Ah! I've got an idea~" He sang. You held back the urge to shoot the idea down instantly. Whatever came out of his mouth any day, only promised an upcoming disaster.

You tilt your head, giving him a chance. Hoping you won't regret the simple act. "What?"

Laito gave you an, "You'll see," that promised no good, a sly grin spreading across his face as he skipped across the table poured something into Reiji's cup, and sat back beside you all innocently. Your eyes shot wide with alarm, and you couldn't help but glance back and forth between Laito and Reiji's cup. What The Hell!?

Reiji walked back in the room to place what's left of food in the tray, then sat down in his usual spot with his usual grace, seemingly unaware of Laito's meddling. If you were honest, you were mostly scared of getting dragged into Laito's antics rather than Reiji's health. Vampires had strong systems, anyway.

Your heart leapt to your throat when you saw Reiji dig in, soon he'd drink.. your hand flew to pinch Laito's side. "What's in that?!" you whispered, your hushed tone betraying your growing anxiety, your voice barely audible in your attempt to avoid drawing attention.

Laito barely flinched as you pinched his side, keeping up his carefree demeanor and feigning innocence. "Oh, nothing special~ Just some alcohol, to spice things up a bit," He replied with a mischievous grin, he gave you a lazy wink.

"You'll thank me later."

You could feel your body tensing with anxiety, struggling to maintain a stoic facade while Reiji continued eating, seemingly oblivious to your inner turmoil.

Ayato continued to eat undisturbed, seemingly unconcerned about the anything happening. Laito, likewise, showed no signs of anxiety or worry, his nonchalance only fueling the tension building inside you. You fought to maintain a calm exterior, fearing that Reiji would suspect you if anything went awry.

As dinner concluded, you decided to take the initiative and help with the dishes, distancing yourself from Laito incase Reiji got poisoned or something. You gathered the empty dishes and headed towards the kitchen with said second eldest, catching a hint of surprise in his gaze. The sound of running water filled the air as you began washing the dishes, the atmosphere slightly tense, yet you both worked silently side by side.

CRAASH!

Your heart leaped in your chest as a sudden sound of a broken dish startled you out of your skin. Your earlier anxiety resurfaced, and your skin paled, knowing how much tableware meant to Reiji. A sudden wave of worry washed over you, making you wonder if you were responsible for the broken dish. But as you looked down, you realized that nothing was beneath you.

Reiji's usual precision and attention to detail were second to none, so the thought of him being careless enough to break a dish was nearly unimaginable.

Your stomach twisted into knots as you glanced up, your body going cold. You had hoped to escape Laito's influence, but now you found yourself smack dab in the middle of the situation he had instigated. Your eyes widened as Reiji clutched the sink, his pale cheeks now reddened, betraying his state. He seemed to be swaying a bit too..

It seemed that whatever Laito had poured into Reiji's cup was taking effect. He said...just alcohol, right..? That much relieved you a bit. And it actually seemed like it.

".. Reiji-san.. are you okay?" You hesitantly ask the stupid question, not knowing what else to ask.

Reiji's magenta orbs seemed hazy as he glanced down at you.

"I..I'm fine," He managed to utter through gritted teeth, though the obvious flush on his cheeks betrayed his words. It was clear that something was not right, but he tried to brush it off, seemingly stubborn in not admitting his discomfort.

You froze, suddenly remembering something Laito had said a while ago. Reiji couldn't handle a single. drop. of alcohol.

Great.

You end up successfully leading Reiji back to your room after much swaying, rocking and stubbornness. As you turn to leave his bedroom, deciding to respect and give him some privacy, a gloved hand grasps your wrist, you glance down at him. "Reiji-san, I need to go clean up the mess in the kitchen, I'll be here if you need somethi—"

"Stay."

Your eyes widen. "What?"

"I said stay," He repeated, more firmly. Too drunk off his ass that his ego left him as well, if not, you'd probably never catch him in this position.

You sigh, settling onto the chair beside his bed, watching him with a mix of fascination and concern as the effects of the alcohol continued to take their toll on his normally restrained and collected self.

Your heart squeezed.

You had ever witnessed this before. As he lay on the bed, weary and drunk off his ass, his pale, porcelain-like cheek squished against the sheets, his eyes half-lidded and hazy, he looked almost adorable. If you didn't remember that his acts and that he poisoned you over three times. His glasses pushed up against his face, causing a slight discomfort.

You reached out to carefully remove his glasses, and his hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around your wrist, locking it in a surprisingly tight grip. You flinched slightly at the unexpected contact, anticipating a protest or resistance. But instead, he nuzzled his cheek against your hand, seemingly in need of physical touch.

You froze. Laito's words flashing back, "You'll thank me later," As much as you hated to admit that once you are indeed thankful..God.. Reiji looked too fucking cute.

You reach a hesitant hand, resting it on his hand, gently tousling and rubbing his purple locks.

Reiji seemed to almost instantly melt into your touch as you reached out to gently rub his head. His usual rigid demeanor softened, and his taut muscles relaxed slightly. He let out a low, satisfied sound in the back of his throat, his grip on your wrist loosening a bit as he leaned into your touch.

He was completely relaxed under your touch after a few strokes, but he seemed to crave more physical contact. He shifted a bit, gently tugging at your arm, a hint of neediness in his actions.

"Come here," he mumbled, his voice slightly slurred but firm. He attempted to pull her closer, his intention clear - he wanted cuddles.

He soon pulled you closer, his movements a mix of clumsiness and neediness. He wrapped his arms around your waist, his grip tight, as he drew your body against his. He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, nuzzling his flushed cheek against her skin, seeking comfort and closeness. Reiji's eyelashes bat against your neck ticklishly, his breathing gradually slowed, signalling that he was slowly falling asleep. His grip loosened and his body relaxed, his face still buried in the crook of her neck.

[jals-stuff]

dudeeee orter is SOOO overworked it's crazy. man just looks like a stick and he can probably sleep while standing it's almost scary 💀 love him tho!

IKR man can probably sleep with his eyes open too, just imagine laying in bed and he's sitting in an armchair in the corner of the room with his eyes wide open but he's sleeping LMAO best sleep paralysis demon tbh. your ask did inspire me tho thank you anon ♥ just a very short one!

word count: 900 ish

Train ride.

"Are we there yeeet?"

Your voice took him out of his intense focus as he looked up from his book, golden eyes narrowing in annoyance at your childish whine. You had been Orter's teammate for about a year and a half, so he was pretty much used to it now.

"Will you stop asking? The train left less than an hour ago."

A deep sigh escapes your lips and you rest your head against the table in sheer boredom. It was your idea, after all, not to bring any distractions because what's a few hours long train trip anyway? Nothing you can't handle, or so you thought.

The two of you were on your way back to the Bureau after a long, exhausting mission that should've been mainly investigation, but had somehow escalated into a wild goose chase after the main suspect had ran away.

Your eyes shot up to look at him but his attention was already back on his book. Out of curiosity, you switched your seat and plopped down next to him to read a few lines of it— which was dumb, he was already midway through the book.

His eyes travelled to your form for a few seconds before he resumed his reading, not minding your closeness as long as you wouldn't disturb him. "Why didn't you bring a book? Or... whatever things you allow yourself to be entertained by."

You shrugged dismissively as your eyes kept carefully following the lines. How interesting is it that the human brain can make something this boring look so enticing whenever there are no other distractions around?

"It's fine... I can read your book, too."

He decided not to respond and flipped the page to keep reading. What was interesting, however, was to know what kind of books Orter likes to read, even though you couldn't really guess what the story was about right now.

"Aren't you tired?"

He adjusted his glasses on his nose and quietly cleared his throat.

"What gave you this impression?"

Answering him that "oh, your reading speed is slower than usual, your hair is just a little messy and you blink very slowly" would be admitting that you've been staring a little too long at his handsome features.

"...call it a hunch." You chuckled softly at your own thoughts and he raised an eyebrow but didn't dig any deeper.

He flipped yet another page after a while, but it was just a little too quick for you.

"Hey, hey, I wasn't done! ..let me hold the book on this side." He sighed deeply but knew very well that if he didn't abide to your tantrum, you would probably be more annoying.

So here you were, holding half of a book while he held the other part of it. Your thumb was holding the page a little deeper than necessary to make sure the book wouldn't escape your grasp or that he wouldn't try to turn a page without asking.

Another page flipped, and you found yourself quite relaxed, your shoulder resting against his, reading peacefully... until he was done with the page you were holding— or almost.

You see, your thumb was covering a small part of it, and instead of asking out loud, his hand made his way to yours and he gently brushed your thumb aside so he could keep reading.

Needless to say, you were really agitated now. You decided to let him turn the page, unable to focus on the story any further and trying to control this embarrassing blush that had crept on your face.

No questions were asked, and he flipped the page again. You tried to read the first few words again, but it now felt like you were fully aware of his shoulder against yours, of his leg against your own on the train's sofa, and of his soft sighs as he kept on reading.

You really did try to keep reading for a long time, and you realised Orter hadn't flipped the page in a while now. Was he... waiting for you? You were about to apologise for taking so long when you felt his head against your shoulder.

He hadn't let go of the book, but he was now peacefully asleep, looking very relaxed against your shoulder.

His warm, soft breathing against your neck only made you more flustered, but it was somehow extremely soothing. You carefully removed his glasses and folded them on the table.

You slowly pushed the bookmark inbetween the pages and closed the book, sliding it on the table as he let his hand fall back to his lap.

Now, to see which of you would be more embarrassed when he would wake up...

After three or so hours, his eyes fluttered open, only to be greeted with an unusually blurry vision... where were his glasses?

As he was about to reach for them, he felt some kind of weight against him and, upon further inspection, it seemed to be your limp figure, sleeping with your head on top of his.

One movement too quickly made and your head fell from his, landing on his shoulder and visibly not disturbing your sleep enough for you to wake up. You only gave a quiet groan as you softly nuzzled him.

He gave a deep sigh as he looked at you and your messy hair, eyes closed and looking so peaceful...

He mindlessly brushed a few strands of hair away from your face, gently placing them behind your ear, his thumb lingering a little against your cheek as he chuckled quietly.

He rested his head on top of yours and closed his eyes again. The ride wasn't over yet, surely he could indulge in a bit more of this temporary peace, right..?

[szallejhscorner]

i just had a thought and needed to share it with you LMAO but chishiya is definitely the type of person to use the whole ‘three taps means i love you’ code cuz he rarely ever says it out loud. so like anytime he passes by you he’ll tap your arm three times and sometimes he even finds himself doing it unconsciously in his sleep :((

Thank you for sharing this with me, my friend ♥

How could I NOT write this for you?

Tap, tap, tap.

Three taps on your upper arm as he passed you, his eyes not even looking up from the article he was reading. Only Chishiya’s smirk hinted at the fact that those taps were intentional, and you moved your fingers to the still tingling skin of your arm.

He always did that. Tapping your arm when walking past you, tapping your fingers when you held his hand, even your head when you snuggled into his side while watching a movie together. You had barely noticed at first, but the more often Chishiya did it, the more you questioned what it actually meant.

You had tried to figure out if it occurred after you said or did something special. Maybe it was to tell you that you were stupid (in Chishiya’s own mocking but loving way of course), or that you should move aside? It didn’t make sense.

One time you had questioned him, and the only answer had been a knowing chuckle. Of course, the cunning blonde wouldn’t give you the answer that easily, since he loved to be the clever one. You had even tried to tap him back, but that only led to an even bigger smirk on his face.

Rolling your eyes, you followed Chishiya into the living room, where he dropped back into the couch and barely made place for you when you did the same. You snuggled into his touch, leaving him enough space so he could continue reading that article about surgical stuff, and looked up to his face. Strands of blonde hair tickled your skin, the scent of strawberry shampoo just a hint in the air as you breathed in.

You searched for his hand and didn’t let go until your fingers intertwined with his, and there it was again. Three taps of his thumb against the side of your hand.

“What does it mean?” you asked again, twirling a strand of blonde hair between your fingers.

Chishiya tilted his head towards you just so slightly, a sign that he enjoyed what you were doing. “Hmm?”

You snorted. “Come on, don’t fool me. The taps! You know what I’m talking about. What does it mean?”

“If you can’t figure it out yourself, there’s no need to explain it anyway.”

That asshole. He knew exactly how much you wanted that answer, and he enjoyed it even more to play with you. This was definitely not the reason you loved him. You punched his side, hard enough so he had to flinch, before you snuggled back into it. “I hate you, ‘Chiya.”

“No, you don’t.” He bluntly stated with a smirk. Of course you didn’t.

Later that night, when the movie was long finished and you both had gone to bed, you still lay wide awake and stared at the ceiling. In the darkness of night, only a few shadows were visible, cast by the moon and the trees outside your window. Three taps. And there was a meaning behind it. Just why couldn’t you figure it out?

Chishiya huffed in his sleep and turned around so he was facing you. His mouth was slightly parted and his hair was tousled all around his beautiful features. You couldn’t resist touching his cheek, and his lips curled into a smile for a second. When you pulled back your arm to give Chishiya the space he needed, his fingers brushed your skin and you felt the soft tap, tap, tap once more.

He even did that while sleeping! But what-

You scanned his features, listened to the sound of his breath, and despite the riddle he wouldn’t solve for you, your heart was almost bursting with love for this man. You loved so many things about him – his voice, his cleverness, the way he was a man of few words who preferred to use tiny gestures.

And then it struck you.

Of course! How couldn’t you have seen it before?

Everything that Chishiya did had a meaning, even the slightest touch was considered.

Tap, tap, tap.

Three taps… three words.

I love you.

You smiled, breathing a kiss onto Chishiya’s lips. “I love you, too.”

[rendy-a]

Hi, uhh I'm not really used to requests?

If you could do like a Self-aware TWST headcanons/fic idk

Like of the first years or Cater or.. Lilia idk

Thank you ♥︎

I feel like the theme here is both boys just seem to know too much about you.  They are so skilled at figuring out all your business and doing it in a way that leaves you oh so unaware.

He low-key cyber-stalks you online.  It’s easy for him because he probably helped you set up all your socials and knows the passwords.  Not that he intends to do anything BAD with that info.  He just likes to keep up with what’s going on in your head.

Ok, so maybe he sometimes deletes your DM’s.  Trust him, Player, you didn’t want to see that message anyway.  Some people just don’t understand boundaries!  He’ll tell that flirty Savanaclaw B you aren’t going on a date.  Or that slimy Octavinelle C that you aren’t interested in that sort of deal!  Just leave that unpleasant stuff to your Cay-Cay!

If you actually want help running your socials (you popular Player, you), then he is your guy!  Just tell him what sort of vibe you are trying to develop, and he’ll totes take care of it.  Approachable food vlogger?  Edgy fashion vlogger?  Slice of life daily vlogger?  Anything you want goes!  Cater is more than happy to accompany you on any of these trips to be your camera man (and maybe someday more?)

The click of the camera shutter sound effect on your phone indicated Cater had finished taking your picture with the tart you ordered at the café in town.  You set your fork down and noticed Cater smiling at you.  “What?” you questioned him with a smile.  He laughs lightheartedly, “Oh nothing much, you just have a bit of cream there.”  You gasp and reach for your napkin to clean yourself up.  “No wait!” Cater says as he grabs your hand, “This is actually a perfect opportunity.  Let’s get a pick like this too.  You look totes adorable like this!”  You embarrassingly allow Cater to direct you into a pose featuring both the tart and your messy lips.  The camera sound comes again and you hurriedly set the fork down and wipe your face before Cater can suggest a re-shoot.

You only hope no one else has seen you being so foolish.  You look around carefully and cringe to see that most of the café patrons are watching you eat.  Being the famous Player was certainly a form of celebrity you hadn’t anticipated.  When your eyes settle on a table of students from NRC, one of them holds your gaze and jumps to his feet, “Oh!  Oh!  Hey there, Prefect!”  You smile awkwardly and wave unenthusiastically.  “Oh, hey,” you meekly reply.

This is all the encouragement he needs to stand and approach your table.  “It’s so nice seeing you around the town like a normal student,” he gushes to you.  “Well, that’s what I am.  Just a…totally normal student,” you finish lamely.  He beams back at you before getting a sheepish expression, “Oh and I’m sorry about the other day.  I didn’t realize how much I was imposing on you.  I should have known you’d be busy!”  You look at him with wide-eyed astonishment until Cater slides into the conversation to suggest the NRC student return to his own table.  “I don’t remember ever meeting that guy,” you mumble quietly to Cater, “what was he going on about?”  Cater pats you gently on the back, “Who knows.  Maybe he just thought you were closer than you were.  Some guys just don’t know when they aren’t wanted, ya know!”  Then he slides and arm around you, “Don’t feel bad though.  Your guy Cay-Cay will always be at your side to tell them off for you.”

Whenever you have a question or need some information, its only natural that you go to Lilia for guidance.  He always seems to know just what you need!  Sure, some part of that is because he follows you around everywhere and can easily anticipate what you are looking for.  Then he has time to research until he allows you to locate him to ask for his knowledge.  That isn’t being manipulative, that is called being wise!

Ok, fine.  Sometimes he creates situations that cause you to need him as well.  To be fair, he is a fae and they are known to have a habit of mischief-making.  He is just indulging in his fae nature, and you can’t fault him for that, can you Player?  I dare you to say that you can when you are looking into his unbelievably large and innocent-looking bat eyes.  Don’t make him shed crocodile tears for you because he will! 

At least it seems like the only situations you are involved in lately are the Lilia induced ones.  Other troubles seem to have found their way somewhere else.  A pointed look from the fae hanging above your head in the shadows is all it takes to make those troublemakers take their argument out of your sight.  To think that they actually thought they could speak to the great Player about such trifles!  Not on General Lilia’s watch!  He’ll come out of retirement just to guard your precious self!

The wind blows through the cracks in the walls of Ramshackle and you hear Grim complain for the tenth time today, “I don’t wanna study now!  The great Grim doesn’t need to look things over every day!  I’ll just cram before the exam and do fine.  Now get outta my way Prefect, I’m going on a tuna run!”  You spread your arms wide, blocking the door even more.  “Oh no you don’t!  We are one student here; your grades are my grades!  I need you to study!”

Grim turns from the door and heads toward the window, as though he might choose to escape by jumping out.  There was an old tree, baren of leaves this time of year, that grew very near that window.  It wasn’t impossible to imagine a cat-like creature, such as Grim, might be able to make the jump to freedom.  You wondered if you should abandon your post as a door-guard to block the window instead when Grim startles and backs quickly away from the window.  You edge closer, alarmed at his reaction, to peer carefully into the night.  You look first at the windowsill and then at the bare branches of the lonely tree outside but see nothing shocking.  A bit of movement catches your eye, and you notice Lilia near the fence of Ramshackle waving over the crumbling stones in an oddly exaggerated and cutesy way. 

You turn back to Grim, “What’s up with you?  There isn’t anything there.”  He looks at you carefully and replies, “Didn’t you see him there?”  You look back out the window and see only Lilia, who is now floating above the fence and reseing his chin upon his hands as he forms them into a heart-shape.  “All I see is Lilia competing with himself for cutest lad in Diasomnia.  What am I supposed to be looking for?”  Grim gives you a look that is both pity and horror.  After a moment of silence, his unusual behavior gets to you.  “Maybe you are working too hard,” you say as you head to the door you’d just been blocking, “Why don’t I go grab you that tuna after all?” 

He gives a sigh and sits back at the desk, flipping open a textbook.  “Just forget about it.  I ain’t in the mood anymore.”  You look worriedly back at him, but he just continues to study.  You sit on the bed for a bit to watch over him, but it isn’t long until you’ve nodded off.  Grim, on the other hand, continues to dutifully study.  Why not?  It’s not like he’ll be sleeping tonight.  Not after the eldritch horror he’s witnessed hanging in the tree outside.  Lilia doesn’t usually employ that level of scare tactic outside of Halloween pranks, but for you, Dear Player, he is willing to make exceptions.

[pastelspoon31]

Chapter 4: What a nice neighbour! (Older!König x Younger!Reader) - NSFW

tw: age gap (early 20s reader, AT LEAST mid-40s König), manipulation, non-con, somnophilia, drugging, gullible reader :(, a little bit of pseudo-incest, pretty much dead dove, again.. SUPER ICKY

A/N: More somno ♥︎

Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | > Masterlist

"Hey, König." You smiled as you stepped into his apartment.

"There’s mein liebling. Been waiting for you to stop by all day. Where have you been?" He asked you.

"Busy with classes." You sighed and walked over to his couch, flopping down on it and kicking off your shoes.

"I see." He hummed and followed after you, settling down right next to you.

"Can we cuddle?" You suddenly asked him, and he gave you a look.

Afterall, it's been days since you asked for your daily affection from him.

"Now? Something happened?" He asked you.

You looked back at him.

"What? No."

"Then, why do you want to cuddle all of a sudden?"

"I can't just want to cuddle? We cuddle all the time!" You uncharacteristically scoffed (like a brat, König thought as his cock hardened in his pants) and crossed your arms.

"With the way you've been acting lately, I'm not so sure." He sarcastically replied in a light tone, clearly teasing you.

"Acting weird?" You feigned ignorance, prompting König to sigh heavily at your reply.

"You've been ignoring my texts, not answering my calls. You come to my door only when you want something." He pointed out, and you bit your lip.

"That's not true.."

"Oh, really?" He asked, walking towards you and sitting down next to you.

"You can't deny it, liebling.."

"What does it matter, anyway? I'm here now, aren't I?" You rolled your eyes.

"I want an answer, liebling. Why have you been ignoring me?"

"Because.."

"Because why, (Y/N)?" You huffed at his question and pouted as you adjusted your sitting position on his couch.

"The lady told me," You started, and König looked at you, waiting for you to continue.

"Mrs. Ligham? 318?" You looked at him, waiting for his reply.

"What did she say?" He asked you.

"She... She says you're not what you seem.." König subconsciously gritted his teeth as he flexed his jaw.

People were onto him already?

"And why would that bother you?" He asked you defensively, and you shook your head.

"It doesn't!"

"You're upset. Why would you be upset if it didn't bother you?" He sighed and scooted closer to you, wrapping a comforting arm around your waist.

"Hase, Mrs. Ligham is a nosy old woman." He explained, "She doesn't know anything."

"But-"

"No buts. She doesn't know a thing." He pulled you into his lap before you could even protest. Alas, you never really initiated the act but you never really objected it neither.

The atmosphere was awkward as you were lost in your thoughts, contemplating his words.

"...You're right. You're like a father to me and that's all I care about." You finally said, giving König a small smile which prompted the older man to smile back in relief.

“Good. Don’t let others ruin your happiness, okay? You know I care about you a lot, liebling,” He rubbed comforting circles onto your back.

“I know, König.. Thank you, you always know what to say.” You snuggled closer to him.

The two of you shared a moment of comfort together before König broke the silence.

"Then, how are you feeling now, liebling?" He asked.

"Fine." You answered.

"I've been worried about you. You haven't been yourself lately." He told you.

"I'm fine now." You assured as you snuggled up against his chest.

"Good. I'm glad, hase,”

"Me too." You smiled, and König hugged you closer.

"Would you like to stay the night?" He asked, and you nodded.

"Movie night and takeout again?" You asked.

"Of course." He agreed, "Anything you want, hase."

"You always take such good care of me, König.." You smiled.

"You deserve it." The older man hummed and pulled you close, hugging you tightly and enjoying the warmth.

"Mm, I love your hugs.." You giggled and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest.

———

König loved how gullible and trusting you were, and he was grateful for it.

No matter how many times you woke up with a crusty sheen covering your pussy or how mysterious bite marks would show up on your thighs, you were blind to it all, always brushing off the signs and continuing on with life.

Sometimes, when you were sleeping, König would snap pictures of your naked form, or take pictures of his cock buried in your tight heat. His collection easily had over two hundred pictures, and he could have probably added another hundred or so if he really wanted to.

"M'sleepy..." You mumbled out, dizzy from the alcohol.

Of course, it was spiked. Courtesy of your beloved König as always~

"Let's get you to bed, then." He purred and picked you up, carrying you bridal style to his room.

König placed you on the bed, your cute sundress that you wore to class earlier already halfway off as he stripped the rest of the way.

"Mmm... König.." You purred and rolled over onto your back, reaching your arms out towards him, not even realizing that you were naked in his presence.

"Come here.." You giggled.

"Patience, liebling." He hummed and grabbed his phone, snapping a picture of your naked form.

"Look at you.." He cooed, and you blushed.

"I'm sleepy.." You pouted, and he chuckled.

"Not too sleepy, I hope.." He purred, and you rolled over onto your stomach.

"Mmm... You always smell so good, König..." You purred, your legs squirming slightly as you tried to keep yourself awake.

"Thanks for always looking out for me.." You smiled sleepily at him before nodding off.

König couldn't help the smile on his lips as he watched you fall asleep, his cock twitching in anticipation.

"You're welcome, liebling." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your neck. His thick fingers already working on lightly pinching and pulling your sensitive nipples.

"Mmm.." You sighed happily, shifting slightly and leaning into his touch.

"So perfect.." He moaned and leaned in, pressing a kiss to your collarbone.

"So beautiful."

You were so out of it and sleepy that König knew he could have done just about anything to you and you wouldn't have woken up.

And that was the most exciting part.

"Mmm.. So tired.." You mumbled, and König kissed down your spine, his gloved hands rubbing at your sides.

"Rest, liebling." He soothed.

"You'll need the energy for later." He unbuckled his belt, his pants coming down quickly and his cock already rock hard.

Your head lolled to the side as you slowly drifted off, König moving his gloved hand down between your thighs and pushing them apart.

"So perfect, hase.." He growled softly, "Always keeping this pussy pretty for me.."

König slid his finger over your wet slit, making you moan in your sleep.

"You're soaking wet.." He chuckled and slipped his middle finger inside of you, pumping it in and out.

"You must be dreaming about me.."

You shifted and sighed in content, your pussy clenching around his finger as he added another one.

"Or maybe someone else."

König's fingers worked in and out of your tight heat, making you whimper softly in your sleep.

"Not sure I like the idea of that, hase.." He hummed, "Maybe we should take care of that."

König pumped his fingers faster, his thumb rubbing at your clit, and you whined and moaned in your sleep, your body trembling.

"Go on, hase. Cum for me." He ordered, and you moaned softly.

“Mmm.. K-Kö.. Ah! König~” König smirked. Now you’re definitely dreaming about him.

"You can do it, mein hase."

A soft cry escaped you as your orgasm washed over you, your back arching and hips rolling into his hand.

"There we go.." He smirked, "See? Isn't that much better?"

He pulled his fingers from your heat, sucking on them.

"Delicious as always, hase~”

König lined his cock up with your entrance, his fingers still in his mouth, and pushed into you.

"Fuck, so tight.." He groaned.

König's large hands were quick to grip your hips as he started thrusting, his cock pounding into you slowly.

"Mm... Fuck, hase.." He moaned.

His pace was slow and deep, and you whimpered each time he pushed inside.

"I'm going to fill you up so well, liebling." He promised.

"Such a pretty pussy."

Your body trembled in your sleep, and König moaned as he felt you clench around him.

"So warm.." He groaned and kept thrusting, his hand moving to rub your throbbing clit.

"Mmm, come on, hase.."

His thrusts became faster and deeper, and you gasped in pleasure, moaning as his cock slammed into you.

"So good, mein Y/N. Your body remembers me, hm? That's a good girl.." He praised.

"Fuck.." König's hands gripped your hips as he continued to fuck you, his cock sliding in and out of you easily.

"You're mine, liebling. You just don't know it yet..”

You whimpered and moaned softly in your sleep, your pussy clenching and fluttering around his thick length.

“But that’s okay~ Your König is more than happy to convince your body that you’re mine. It’ll be easier in the long run this way afterall, right mein liebling?” He chuckled as you clenched around his cock at his question- As if subconsciously responding to him.

“Good girl.. Even your body knows you want this~” He kept on pounding your pussy, burying every inch of his fat cock in your tiny abused pussy.

Dreaming of him in your vulnerable state, your body could only take thrust after thrust as he sped up his movements to chase his end.

"Just a little more.." He panted.

König fucked you harder and faster, his cock slamming into you and stretching your walls. Your tits bounced each time his hips collided with yours, and he couldn't help but lean down and bite your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin.

"Mine.." He growled and slammed into you once more, cumming deep inside of you.

"My little hase.." He grunted as he slowly pulled out.

"So good, liebling.."

He pulled his cock from you, letting his cum dribble out of you and onto the sheets.

"So pretty.." His fingers gently pried open your red and abused hole.

"Look at you, mein liebling. All filled up and dripping with my seed~"

König licked his lips and reached for his camera by the bedside, snapping a picture of your leaking pussy.

"My beautiful hase." He sighed dreamily and took a couple more photos, making sure to get a good shot of his cum oozing out of your hole.

"You'll definitely feel this tomorrow, won't you, hase?" He mused and gently rubbed your swollen pussy.

"I think you’ll need some extra attention tomorrow, hm?" A sadistic smirk formed on his lips as he playfully tugged your abused clit one last time.

You whimpered and moaned in your sleep, and König moved a little, his hand moving to caress your soft flesh as he pulled your clothes back on, patting your filled cunt for good measure once your panties were back on.

"Well, you can whine about it tomorrow, hase. You know your König will be here to take care of you." He chuckled and got up, cleaning himself up before pulling his own pants on.

"Sweet dreams, liebling."

He kissed your cheek and laid down next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

"My sweet engel~"

[actuallyvalerie]

Just wanted to say thank you everyone! Thank you for following, for repostinsg (your tags always make me rather laugh hard or cry from all heartwarming words), for supporting and liking my works! There are already so many of you, I genuienly feel grateful for all of you! 🥹

Idk if I finish this work, honestly, I've been trying to learn to rander in this soft semi-realism way, but so far it's pure hell, but if I won't finish it - well, at least you saw last stage, hah. More of my working processes I share in my instagram if you are interested in witnessing somene's tears over paintings 👉🏻👈🏻 WHEN I FINISH IT (or dop it) I WILL FINALLY GET TO MY WATERCOLOR METHOD BACK, to have some relax time lol. Anyways, thanks again to you guys, you fulfill me and make me want to improve, to let you enjoy a better quality of my art. I love you all, and have a great day! ♥

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THE END OF MOUSETRAP! ← IWAIZUMI / AKAASHI SMAU

EPILOGUE: TAKE YOUR PICK — HAJI ROUTE

before you continue: this was my first smau, depsite it being a huge chaotic mess and how mismatched it is with my theme — it has a very special place in my heart & I hope it’s earned a place in yours! thank you for reading & keeping up with mousetrap ♥︎ .ᐟ.ᐟ

with love, ree.

｡･ﾟﾟ･ WRITTEN PORTION BELOW ✧･ﾟ: *

the clank of keys echo through the hallways of your shared home.

“you’re back you’re back you’re back!!!” you chant as you run up to him. he’s shaking his head as he takes his shoes off and racks them. and smiling. “is this our new routine?”

“cmere,” you grab him by the tie, nose to nose. “I made you something.”

his eyes light up. “you did?”

with a nod, you untie your apron — his gaze drifting down your figure as it follows you to the kitchen.

“cooked you dinner. 1950s neglected housewife style.”

he pecks you on the cheek. “I don’t neglect you.” phone fished out from his man purse (which he refuses to admit, is a man purse), he takes a picture of your surprise: spaghetti bolognese; ‘yay! you got promoted’ piped in cursive onto the plate in tomato paste. he takes a bite, chewing it on the left side of his mouth.

“and I’m not your wife” you prop your elbows up on the counter.

he swallows. “yet. did you eat?”

“yeah. I can stay up for you but not stay hungry.”

haji pulls out a small velvet box - from his manpurse - and you stagger. “if you waited for me to eat I would’ve had compensation. but I’ll give it to you anyway.”

“l/n y/n,” he pushes the box open. you close your eyes with your palms, already freaking out.

“will you marry me. again?”

teary eyed, you fling your arms around his neck, burying your face into the nook between his head and his shoulder.

“yes. a thousand times—“ you look at the box, and throw the table wipe at his face. it’s a ring pop.

there’s a shit eating grin on his face. “you said yes.”

“I’ll say no the next time.” you scowl.

“you’re a liar.” he wraps his arms around your waist, swaying you both as you spoonfeed him. “how’d your day go?”

“I was at the park today,” you tell him as he munches. “these two girls were squealing and fangirling over some author.” your thumb brushes the corner of his lip, wiping sauce off. “one of them was talking about the book. apparently it’s her favorite. said the love triangle is fucking insane.”

“mhm..” he murmurs, resting his forehead on your back as he pulls you close.

“mousetrap. by akaashi keiji, she told her.” you say, haji blinks. four times. “from college?”

you nod. there’s a lull in the conversation before he sighs, turning you around to face him.

“did you ever regret choosing me over him?” he’s dead serious.

“never.” you are too.

and right then and there, he kisses you. like he means it. you kiss him back, because he’s yours.

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[natimiles]

Hey Nat, Congratulations on almost 400 followers that's huge!! I know the first time doing requests can be nerve wracking but I'm sure you'll do amazing 🙂. I would like to request Comte and neck please and thank you, you can decide on relationship status. Thank you so much and congrats again! Have a good night/day.

Hiii, thank you for all your kind words! 🤍🤍 

I ended up with an established relationship because I love it, hasuheiasu.

Comte + Neck

Words: 435

Tags: established relationship; Comte calls you chérie; you call him Comte to avoid spoilers ;)

It still shocks you how Comte can lose himself when giving you gifts. It doesn’t matter what the occasion is; he always loses track, and you have to stop him before he buys the whole store for you.

So, it’s obvious that he wouldn’t be any different for your engagement party.

You intervene every five minutes, trying to reason with him that one tailored outfit is enough. It’s not like you can wear more than one at the party anyway… but you still end up with three — which is still a better deal than the initial amount he wanted.

When they’re finally ready, he picks them up personally and brings them to your shared bedroom, insisting you try them all on for him. And well… who are you to deny your lover when he smiles so sweetly and gives you that lost-kitten gaze?

“Alright, Comte,” you say as you step back into the bedroom. “This is the last one.”

Comte’s eyes instantly light up with adoration. “Ah, you’re breathtaking, chérie!” he exclaims as he stands up from his armchair to get closer to you.

“You said that about the other two as well,” you snort softly, turning around to look at yourself in the mirror. 

“What can I do if you look beautiful in anything you wear?” he chuckles, placing his hands on your shoulders and admiring your reflection with you.

“You’re so smooth,” you laugh. “Although I must admit that this one is my favorite,” you say softly, watching your own reflection and daydreaming about your special day that is about to come.

“Mine too,” he whispers in your ear.

You meet his golden eyes in the reflection, thinking about the start of your new life together, a promise of sharing your love... forever. Your gaze shifts to his smile, then back to his eyes, before you avert it to your own face.

Comte seems to understand what you’re thinking as he wraps his arms around you, hugging you tight.

“Chérie,” he calls, his voice always so sweet when he talks to you. It makes you look back at him, and his lips curve softly. “I will love you forever.”

He leans forward, placing his lips on your neck while holding your gaze. Your breath hitches, and his smile widens slightly, always amused by every little reaction he can get out of you. He places a second kiss beside the first one, and you know this is his vow.

You know that even though he won’t do it now, this is a promise that someday you’ll be able to spend eternity by his side.

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