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Wolves At The Door; Epilogue

Fandom: Resident Evil [Village]

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg/AFAB!Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

Summary: It was a little comforting to have a nightly ritual once more, however. Before it had been you and Karl discussing anything that struck him after dinner, and the silence continued to yawn around you at mealtimes. 

A/N: Welcome all, welcome to our final installment! I'd like to thank you all for reading, and for having faith in me to see this through safe and sound. Never fear, you will always have your happy ending 💚 Enjoy!

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x. Prelude

1. Indebted

2. Blood On Your Hands

3. Brush With Death

4. Come To Bed

5. Smells Like Snow

6. Hot Iron

7. Turnover

8. Backslide

9. Tender Gray Light

10. Hubris’ Weight

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains mentions of blood, canon-typical violence, graphic depictions of mental and physical duress and sexual acts between two consenting adults. Stay safe!]

You hadn't been counting, but if you had, it would have been sixty-seven days. Sixty-seven days since Karl had vanished, sixty-seven days since you had heard another human's voice or even seen another person. 

Sixty-seven days. You weren't counting. 

Spring was fully upon the forest, buds erupting on the trees and the river swollen with runoff from the melting snow. It was one of your busiest times of the year between scavenging fallen trees, resetting the snares and sorting through your seeds to plant. You were extremely busy and you didn't think about it at all.

Not even when the Duke made his first appearance of the season.

…

“It brings me joy to see you once more, my dear! This winter was long and harsh.” The large man exclaimed, mopping his sweaty face with a handkerchief. “I'm wondering if you might assist me with a small problem. It seems someone may have suffered a bit of an incident, a turn of bad luck.” 

Despite this being the thing he always said when he had found an animal for you to nurse, your heart still gave a traitorous little jump in your chest. That is, of course, until a small doe limped around the rear of the cart. 

“What's wrong, my dear?” The Duke queried, and when you glanced at him his expression was strangely stoic. “Were you expecting someone else?”

“No, I…” You hesitated. “I guess not. What's happened to this little girl?”

“She claims that she got her fore left leg caught in the fork of a tree. The woods have been so peaceful as of late though that, aside from the pain, she wasn't scared,” the Duke mused thoughtfully, a swollen hand resting gently on the animal's head. “Apparently her leg would have been broken had she panicked. She had to remain still for several hours to get free.”

You were always entertained by the way the merchant acted like he could understand the woodland creatures he brought to you, but if nothing else he clearly had a way with them. The black horse that drew his cart, for instance, had never balked or shied away in all the times that the Duke had rattled his wares around behind the creature's head. 

You squinted upwards at the Duke. “So I'm salving and wrapping her leg?”

“Indeed, a simple fix.” He bent down, giving you a look so intent it made you a little uncomfortable. “And I'll give something to you as a token of my appreciation.”

“Huh?”

He simply winked, then gestured at the doe. 

You were burning with curiosity. What could he be granting you? And for free, no less! Ablaze with possibilities you didn't dare hope for, you nonetheless dutifully tended to the small scrape on the deer's thin leg.

“A familiar task for you, I'd wager.” The Duke finally spoke again, cigar smoke wafting around his head like a cloud. You gave him a confused look, quirking your brow, yet his face remained amicably bland. 

You eventually settled back onto your haunches, wiping a few beads of sweat from your brow. While the weather had yet to truly warm up, the sunlight was beaming through the still-leafless trees. 

The doe staggered to her feet, bleating at you loud enough to make you jump. The Duke laughed as if in reply, that large hand landing on the animal's head once more. “Off you get now, little hind. You know the way home.” He murmured, giving her another pat before she departed. “She said thank you, by the by.” The large man informed you almost absently, already searching through his pockets for another cigar.

“Oh of course,” was your dry response, making him chuckle. “What's with all this cryptic stuff, though?”

“Ah, to business.” The Duke rubbed his hands together, his rings jangling discordantly as he did. “A favorite subject. Regrettably my gift is nothing really physical, it is instead a message.” His keen eyes felt suddenly sharp, as though he was seeing through your soul itself. “That iron horse does not forget its master so easily, especially one so gracious as you, my dear.”

You stared up at him blankly. Horse? What? What the hell is that supposed to mean?

The Duke seemed entertained by your bewilderment, the man grinning and leaning back on the bench of his cart. “Perhaps it would be more apt to dub him the feral mutt you've brought to heel. After all, kindness and a warm meal are lures potent enough to drag in even the most stoic of men.”

“That's not funny.” You said in a curt tone, hating that you could feel your lower lip quivering slightly. “I…that's not funny, Mr. Duke.”

He was abruptly serious. “I don't jest lightly, my dear.”

“Then why would you say that?!” You snapped, getting to your feet and dusting off the knees of your pants. “I didn't help out just so you could sit up there and make fun of me-”

“My dear I assure you, I'm as sincere as the day is long.” The Duke insisted, knocking some ash from the end of his cigar. “Call it a…perhaps a merchant's intuition. After all, it's important to have a certain level of foresight, to be able to read the ebbs and flows of the market and adjust to demand ahead of schedule. How else would I keep my clientele?” 

“You're not making any sense.” You growled, now frustrated with your corpulent visitor.

He tipped his head back, expelling another waft of smoke upwards. “Have a little faith, will you? Creature of habit that you are, have faith in the unseen, the unknown.” The Duke jabbed his cigar at you. “Or continue to wallow in your discontent, counting the days that you claim mean nothing.”

You recoiled physically as if he had struck you, taking in a deep breath to deny his words. But instead all that came out was a soft, pitiful, “I miss him.”

The Duke nodded, oddly sympathetic all of a sudden. “Have faith, my dear.” He clasped your hand between his own enormous paws, eyes sincere. “The spring is upon us, and new life grows eternal in these woods. Keep your lanterns lit.”

…

Damn, it's quiet. 

It echoed in his ears, a looping nothingness like static. Abruptly his heartbeat interrupted it, thudding deafeningly in his skull. What the hell had the good-for-nothing organ been doing before that?!

The beat was slow, much slower than it ought to be. His thoughts were barely there, sluggish and disjointed. 

Rain hammering what was once his face, the boom of thunder and the grinding shriek of metal–

No, no, he had dealt with that already. Where was he? It was so frustrating not being able to think, to string along a process to its conclusion. 

He flexed his right hand, confused by how numb it was. Pins and needles lurched down the limb in a wave, making him shudder and grunt. That shudder dislodged…something, a huge, sharp something that, from what he could struggle to put together, was what had pinned him to the wall he was currently pressed against. 

It didn't seem to matter if he opened his eyes or kept them closed, either way he was effectively sightless and plagued with vertigo. Had he gone blind?

A groan rattled dryly out of his throat. The skin on his lips cracked with the exhale, and he felt liquid begin to dampen them. His tongue flicked out on reflex, the man tasting rust and dirt. Unbidden came a warm flash as if from a dream, cinnamon and brown sugar, plum spice cake.

Standing was a challenge. More of a slow, creaking shift into what could be vaguely considered an upright position. Fingers scratching at the mud around him, the man levered himself off the ground with the help of what was left of his enormous hammer. The handle of it felt more brittle than he had expected, the scent of rust filling the air when his fingers gripped down. 

How long has it been? 

And then, a new thought occurred, one that seemed to fully shock him to life. Have I just been dreaming this entire time?

Had you just been some vivid hallucination? Had the Duke even scraped him off the ground and brought him to safety, or had he just crawled back into his burrow to die once the saga of he and Winters’ fracas had played out? 

Was any of it real?

The ground squelched wetly beneath whatever was left of his boots as he staggered forward, but it also crunched in a grim manner. He didn't want to think too hard on that, instead focusing on sending out pulses of his power. He couldn't truly see, but at least he knew where metallic objects were in proximity to him and he could use that knowledge to keep from toppling over. 

He wasn't certain how long he meandered through the sunless wreckage. Was it hours, or weeks? Slowly, painfully, one shuffling foot in front of the other, he continued on aimlessly. He wondered to himself if this was how earthworms felt, wriggling through the cold earth in search of sustenance and never deigning to see the sunlight.

He barely even noticed when it started to become brighter around him, reasoning that he must simply be imagining it when faintly from far, far above came a distant dawn chorus of birdsong. The man paused, straining his eyes to see in the dim light, and he could only just make out a faint glow in the distance. His legs, all but atrophied from disuse, protested mightily when he tried to up his pace, so he was forced to maintain the speed of a snail moving through cold molasses.

It was a long, hard trek. The rubble-laden floor angled slightly upwards to the…hole? cave in?, leaving the man to simply flounder and scrape his shins on the detritus he was too weary to lift his legs over. 

As the light strengthened, he came to the sudden realization that he was all but naked. What was left of his clothing was in ribbons, caked with ichor, old blood and mold. His boots seemed to be coming apart at the seams, blooming white patches of mold eating into the remnants of the leather. He then shivered as the first bracing breeze of the outside world graced his lungs, and the coughing spasm it startled out of him seemed to dislodge more than it should have. 

When he finally was able to straighten back up, his spine settled into place, releasing an earsplitting pop! as it did. Relief flooded his body, the pain dulling to a manageable throb. He took a few more tentative breaths, noting as he did how much brighter his surroundings had become. Had he been walking through the night, and just reached the entrance at dawn?

It doesn't really matter, he decided, squaring his shoulders. The only thing that matters is…

“I have to go back.” He grimaced at the rasp of his own voice, swallowing and trying again. “I have to…make sure it wasn't all in my head.”

I have to see them. And when I do, I…

His heart lurched painfully in his chest. What if it had all just been a dream? Some wild wish-fulfillment of a gentler, kinder existence while his body slowly repaired itself after his glorious defeat at the hands of Ethan Winters? 

His empty stomach felt like it was caving in, fear and resignation warring in his gut, but after a moment of hesitation he shook the hair out of his eyes and stepped out into the cool yellow light of a spring morning.

The first thing he noticed was no humanoid footprints, to his absolute delight. No wolf prints, no footprints, nothing. At least he hadn't failed in that regard. Unless he had imagined it and those fucks who put up the fence had also been the ones to eradicate the lycans and their pets. 

Gods, his head hurt. The sun, just barely over the horizon now, seemed like it was burning his retinas clean out of his skull. He shaded his eyes with his palm, grimacing in pain. He would go check the bulkhead he had entered through, he decided. Check the bulkhead, see if it even existed, then check for fresh tracks there. And then…and then…

He slumped against the rubble of the caved-in factory wall, running a hand over his face. His facial hair was extremely unruly and matted with grime, and he doubted the rest of him looked any better. Once he departed the village, put some distance between himself and this…malodorous valley, he would have to clean himself up. If you were real, if he hadn't imagined you in a fit of self-indulgent madness, he doubted you would be overly impressed with him showing up half-dead, reeking of stale sweat, mold and wet dog.

To say nothing of the fact that his clothing was in tatters.

It was a slow, zig-zagging walk back to where he had descended into the factory previously.  At least he knew for certain that the bulkhead existed, the man reasoned with himself while he scrutinized the ground around the bulkhead that hadn't caved in. Again, nothing. No fresh marks, no scrapes, no scuffs. Not so much as a sparrow's tiny claw marks graced the ground. Seemingly the local wildlife gave the valley a wide berth, which made sense. Between Miranda's crow forms and the various nightmarish denizens of this place, it was only logical for normal creatures to avoid it.

He straightened up, squinting against the sunlight once more. He could only just make out that ridiculous fence way off by the outskirts of the valley, and if he remembered the fence…

The man gripped the remains of the haft of his hammer and began walking. It had only taken him a few hours of running to get here before, but after his…rest, it would seem that running wasn't in the cards for today. Or ever again, if the screaming in his calves was anything to go by. So walking it was, doing his best to ignore the tremor in his legs as he went. 

He mainly left his attention on the ground, familiar enough with the valley that he could afford to do so. Back around the swamp he went, nearly losing the sole of one of his boots to the sucking mud that surrounded the area.

He had to get to you. He had to know whether you were real. The fear and hope cycled in his head, back and forth, round and round, and he wondered hazily if he had snapped (or snapped more). 

Climbing the rise felt like an impossible task and yet eventually he stood at the top, sweating and panting but there. 

Without an ounce of finesse, Karl Heisenberg gracelessly tore open a section of the fence and made his escape out into the forest, never once looking back at the village that had been his home for so many years. No, all that his thoughts could stay latched onto was the memory of plum spice cake and the way you had looked at him that night.

He had to get to you. He had to make sure that you were real. And…

He had to apologize.

He had to make this right.

If you hated him, that was fine! It was your right. He would hate him. What he had done was stupid. You made him feel something that he didn't understand, and for someone as self-assured as Karl, that was terrifying. 

Cut them off at the source. More like run from a problem he didn't think he could handle, like some cowardly bitch. The man snarled at himself in discontent, his pace picking up to some sort of lumbering jog. Deer fled before him, nimble bodies flitting through the undergrowth as he did his best to retrace his steps. At least he had the river to follow, if nothing else.

Speaking of which.

Karl knelt beside the rushing water, grateful that he couldn't see his reflection. He had a decent imagination, he didn't need to confirm it. 

It was cold as ice, the chill of it taking his breath away. Karl took another breath and shoved his head underwater, closing his eyes to keep…whatever was in his hair out of them. The man then flipped the soggy hair back over his head, finger-combing it away from his face.

Karl proceeded to drink greedily from the river, the frigid water a shock and blessing all in one. He hadn't realized just how thirsty he was, the man finally sloppily wiping his mouth and beard and then getting to his feet once more. The handle of his hammer remained on the ground beside the river, forgotten, as Heisenberg continued onward along the bank.

He felt like he was actually awake now, like he'd emerged from some kind of dream (or nightmare) into these woods. His footing grew more sure, atrophy fading as his muscles warmed up both from use and from the strengthening sunlight streaming through the trees.

He wanted to laugh, he wanted to cry. The day was so young, the sky overhead a vibrant blue and the moss beneath his boots a lush, fluffy green. It was honestly beautiful and Karl had no idea how he had never seen it before. Had he been wandering through life with his eyes shut until now?

No, he thought firmly, he had only begun to open them when he met you. You had done that. You had been worth it, had been worth him taking actual notice of the world around him. 

You had to be real. You must be. None of the other phantoms he had encountered in his life had any substance to them, but you…

Heisenberg clenched his fists, urging his body to move faster.

…

Keep your lanterns lit.

And so you did. The Duke had left you with a physical gift despite his claims to the contrary; a sturdy metal lantern with a large cutout shaped like a horse. Every night as the sun was setting, you went out to where it hung on your front gate and lit the candle inside it, which, curiously, never seemed to get any shorter. You, admittedly, didn't have much faith, you just assumed the Duke had been trying to comfort you with some platitude. 

It was a little comforting to have a nightly ritual once more, however. Before it had been you and Karl discussing anything that struck him after dinner, and the silence continued to yawn around you at mealtimes. You would take what you could get. You often lingered out by the fence for a while, telling yourself you weren't really listening as you strained your ears to hear anything, anything at all. You knew it was futile and you weren't actually expecting anything to come of it, yet still you persisted in wasting time by the front gate.

With the lengthening days you were occasionally out past dusk, cutting wood or finishing house repairs. On one such day, a floorboard on the porch that had begun creaking in the winter finally annoyed you enough that you decided to attempt to fix it. 

You spent most of the day carefully foraging drips of pine pitch from nearby trees, intending to make a batch of pine tar in the evening. Board couldn't creak if it couldn't move, right? 

You set up your highly-technical ‘refining station’, which definitely wasn't just an old beans can nestled down into the dirt beneath your fire pit, a slightly-larger tomato can with holes poked into the bottom of it resting on top. Then, after dropping all your resin in the upper can, you carefully built the fire up, placing a rock over the top of the can to act as a lid. The melting process could take a few hours, depending on the fire, so it was after sundown when you began to cautiously sift through the charcoal. You would need a few good, clean pieces to mix in with the now-filtered resin, in order to ensure some pliability remained.

You had interrupted the task at sunset, moving in an automatic way from the firepit to the fence to light the lantern. You could see the glow of it now out of the corner of your eye, even while you pored over the char. 

Maybe it does nothing but make me feel a little less alone. 

You stared down at your gloved hands full of blackened wood, blinking furiously when tears began to blur your vision. You continued, albeit a bit more clumsily, to separate out the cleanest chunks of charcoal, doing your best to make a neat little pile. 

A boot abruptly landed squarely in the middle of the pile and you couldn't help the terrified noise that left your mouth, scrambling to try and get to your feet. Before you could, though, the person dropped to their knees and wrapped their arms around you, trapping you in place. Wiry unkempt facial hair scuffed your cheek while you just sat there, frozen stiff with fear.

“Sugar.” 

Karl. 

Your breath caught in your throat. You felt his entire body shudder. “I couldn't remember if you were real.” His voice cracked. “I followed the light, but I couldn't–I'm…I'm so sorry, sugar. I'm so, so sorry, I don't know if I can ever make it up to you, I-I just-”

You silently returned his hug, sure that you were leaving charcoal stains on his clothes but not able to find it in you to care all that much. Karl stopped trying to speak after a few moments, the man sagging against you with his forehead resting on your shoulder. “Tell me in the morning, okay?” You whispered, relieved when he nodded. “Let's just get you inside.”

It wasn't much of a struggle to get him indoors, and he bedded down on his old cot without so much as a peep of complaint. He was filthy, but now wasn't the time for your hygiene regiment. He was clearly stripped for energy and worn out. Better to let this particular sleeping dog lie, at least for now.

…

Karl woke suddenly, whatever dream he had been having rapidly fading from his mind. He stared up at the ceiling, momentarily perplexed. Pine truss beams running lengthwise, the pattern of knots and wood grain achingly familiar. 

Sugar. 

He shoved himself into a sitting position, body still heavy from sleep, and saw you. 

You weren't really doing anything all that impressive. The stove door was ajar and you were busily tending the fire. But at that moment, Karl was certain he had never seen a more beautiful sight. “Sugar,” he rasped, voice gruff and drowsy. 

You turned to look at him, your eyes softening upon meeting his own. “Hey, Karl.”

Oh, he could fucking cry. Heisenberg huffed out a breath, feeling his heart twist in his chest. You lugged over the basin of water that had been sitting next to the stove (maybe to keep it warm?), toting a washcloth and the bar of soap as well. “Talk with me once you've sponged off.” You said, not unkindly. “You kinda’ smell like BO and dead animal.”

“I doubt it's a kind of level of smell.” Karl admitted wryly, making you snicker and nod. “Sorry about all this. You tend to smell like death if you're dead for a little while, after all.”

“I don't know if I would call two months and some change a ‘little while’. Also, dead?” You raised an eyebrow. 

Karl stared at you. Two months. Over two months. Gods almighty. 

You, seeming to register that the news was a shock to him, patted his knee. “Y'know what, worry about it later. Focus on the first thing and we can go from there. I'll make us some lunch.”

“Lunch?” 

You nodded, turning your wrist so he could see your watch. It was indeed a little after one in the afternoon. “Get washed up,” you reiterated softly. 

So Karl attempted to do so, flushing a little once he'd stripped and realized just how dirty he actually was. “Sugar?” He called, using the remains of his clothes to cover his groin just in case you turned around. Sure, sure you had seen him entirely naked before, but…

From the kitchen you replied, “yeah?” He wasn't sure if he was relieved or disappointed that you didn't look at him.

“I'm just going to throw myself in the river. I don't think this glorified bucket is going to cut it.” He reasoned. 

“Okay, you know where the towels are. Just make sure you go downstream a ways.”

The freezing water in the river was a far cry from the lukewarm comfort that the basin had held, but Karl was a little more certain in his cleanliness once he emerged, teeth chattering and body pink from scrubbing, from the pool that swirled and eddied alongside your far fenceline. Spreading out the worn towel once he had mostly dried himself off, Heisenberg took a moment to lay back on the riverbank and examine the new scars.

The cadou had healed him, of course, but now he was riddled with scars. He'd prided himself previously on his ability to guard quickly, to be able to adjust during a fight and use his powers to shield himself. But that many lycans, vârcolaci, in essentially total darkness…

He knew he was lucky to be alive at all, and that he shouldn't be so unsettled by a few new marks. He still couldn't help the sinking feeling in his stomach. He had never worried about his looks, it had never crossed his mind. His confidence in his abilities was so all-encompassing he hadn't considered the possibility, but what if you had only been attracted to his looks? You had vocalized interest in his appearance, after all.

Karl frowned, rubbing a hand over his face and noting even more unfamiliar raised areas. Maybe he would feel better once he got his facial hair under control. Once he looked like himself again, or some sort of approximation of it. First things first though, he would need to beg some clothes off of you.

…

You tore into a thick slice of bread, slathered with a little of the precious squirrel fat you had left and a healthy sprinkle of salt. Karl had vanished into your bedroom with the haircare kit, stating that he “felt more human, but could use a shape-up”.

He looked much too good for someone you had convinced yourself to be mad at. Truthfully your confusion and anger at being…well, abandoned, in your own terms, had ebbed substantially upon his arrival. He had seemed–breakable wasn't quite the right word. Maybe fragile? He had clearly been through hell, if nothing else. At that moment, you had decided to be merciful. You would hear him out. If you didn't like his answer, you could always show him the door.

Another bite was crammed into your mouth, and you focused on chewing furiously before your thoughts could wander any further. Cool it, hotshot, you scolded yourself mentally. Try to be normal about this.

Once Karl emerged from your room he gingerly settled into the seat across from you at the table. Wearing some borrowed, slightly ill-fitting clothes and sporting some uneven edges to his facial hair, the man didn't exactly cut an imposing figure. 

God, you had missed him so much.

To your surprise he entirely ignored the food in front of him, instead reaching across the table and clasping your free hand between his own. The look he leveled at you made you want to break eye contact, but stubbornly, you refused. He owed you this much, you reminded yourself with more than a touch of irritation.

“I'm sorry.” His voice was still raspy, but it seemed to be from disuse. “I…sugar I fucked up. I own that. I was scared.”

You gaped at him, thrown entirely off balance. The man who had faced down a horde of lycans, the man who could control metal with a look, a gesture–

Scared?

He wasn't done clearly, his grip on your hand tensing as he leaned in with an earnest expression. “You deserved better than what I did. You were–gods, you were so kind to me. Opened your home to me when I didn't know who I was. Opened yourself to me.” 

Were you blushing?! Dammit! 

“I know we didn't mean fuckall to one another, I get that it was…I guess a convenience, using each other for mutual benefit. But I-” Heisenberg paused, leaving you reeling. It was true though, wasn't it? Convenience. No emotions involved in it. “-I don't know what the hell happened.” He finally admitted, his voice soft. “I don't know when it changed for me. Whether it even changed at all, or if it was always like that and I was just ignoring it. I'm, uh, not exactly experienced here, and I guess I can blame it on that.”

“‘Experienced’ how?” You managed to ask, a hysterical giggle escaping you when he stuttered and fell silent. “Seriously?”

“This isn't how I-look, sugar, I figured me dying, me wiping out all those lycan freaks and probably dying in the process–I mean it wasn't great, but I thought I could at least be useful. I'm not…good.” His voice faded to an awkward mumble. “Good, like how you are.”

One thing at a time. You could process that later. “All the lycans?” The woods had been peaceful the last few months. You hadn't really thought…damn. 

Karl nodded, his jaw set in a grim line.

“You…You really thought you were gonna’ die?” You felt a little nauseous when he nodded again. “How? You're so tough!”

“I'd never fought the horde on their turf. They holed up in my factory after-” he gestured at himself. “-everything.” The man sighed heavily, rotating his shoulder. “Brought the house down on top of them and me. Not sure how long I fought them before then.”

“You've got to be shitting me.” You planted your palms on the table, shoving your chair out behind you from the force as you stood. “You went back there and nearly got yourself killed-”

“Yes.” Heisenberg cut you off. “I did, sugar, and I'd do it again.”

“Why though?” You exclaimed, incredulous.

“You really don't know?” He asked, sounding just as incredulous. “You try coming to a realization like I did when you're fucking–balls deep in someone!” His eyes widened, the man dropping his head to thud against the table after a moment of stunned silence. “Dammit,” he snarled, his voice muffled.

“W-what realization?” You knew you should probably leave it alone. It was an invasive question and, despite the intimacy the two of you had shared, an apology was already on your lips when it was cut off by a loud groan from Karl.

“That I–that you–” the man floundered, then suddenly jerked his head up to fix you with an appropriately-intense look. “I think I love you.”

What.

What?!

Your shoulders dropped, hands slack on the tabletop. You stared at Karl, but all he did was stare back at you, his gaze one of weary resignation.

I think I love you. 

“S-So–” Gods, when had your mouth become so dry?! “So you don't know?” You half-squeaked, half-choked on the words.

“I've never felt this way before,” was his blunt reply. “I can only infer from the evidence.” He didn't seem thrilled about the circumstances, but maybe that could also be chalked up to his lack of experience.

“Is it…are you okay with it?”

Karl's brow furrowed, and then he offered you a slow, firm nod. “...yeah. Had a lot of time to think during my walk back. Even if you…I mean, if you think I'm gross-looking now, that's okay. I'd understand.”

You blinked, entirely baffled. Gross? Sure, he had a few new scars on his face. They only stood out to you because the tissue was still pink, unlike the silvery lines that had littered his visage before. But that wasn't gross, not to you anyway. 

Karl was still talking however, and it seemed that he was picking up speed. “Sugar, I showed up, an unknown, a starving wolf at your door and yet you showed me kindness, even if it was just a favor for that fat bastard at first. You fed me from your own damn plate, let me take comfort in you.” His words hitched momentarily when he continued, “I was just so–so twisted and broken, I didn't understand that you could offer with open hands. I didn't understand what you had given me and then I realized as I was throwing myself at the lycan hive that…I was an idiot. It wasn't that I wanted to die, I wanted to live! I'd never wanted to live so much in my damn life, so I could get back to you, so I could apologize, so I could–” Heisenberg's fists clenched, the man soldiering on doggedly, “so I could tell you how I…felt. How I think I feel.”

“So you could tell me that you love me.” You were reeling. 

“Yes.” His broad shoulders caved a little, the man shrinking into himself. “And now you know. Now I know. But I don't know what to do. I've never…this hasn't happened before.”

You picked up your glass of water and drained it in one long gulp, attempting to buy time while your brain ran through a million possibilities at once. Your main takeaway, however, was simple. He loves me. A warm sensation flooded your body, tingling down to your fingertips. He loves me. “Want me to offer some input?” You asked, your steps light as you rounded the table. 

Heisenberg nodded dully, his eyes fixed on the bowl of stew in front of him. You gently brought your hands up to cup his chin, tilting his face so you could meet his gaze. You found no regret in that stare, only apprehension, which was immensely heartening.

“Next time you have a realization like that, talk to me.” You said in a sweet tone, the ‘loving’ pat you gave him on the cheek not quite a smack. “Don't pull something like that again…and I'll let you stay with me.”

“You…what, seriously?” Karl demanded, his eyes widening. “You'll let me stay here? Even after-”

“Don't push your luck,” you warned, blowing a raspberry at him when he began to laugh incredulously. “This isn't a vacation, after all! You'll need to fix holes in the roof, help me with the supplies every year, check the traps-”

Karl swept you up in a hungry kiss, effectively cutting off your eternal to-do list. “That all sounds wonderful, sugar.” He murmured against your lips. “Let me finish lunch and I'll get right on it.”

Thoroughly flustered, you stammered out in protest, “i-i-it's not going to be easy, Karl! Don't agree to this unless you understand the burden of responsibility you're taking on.”

“I do.” He insisted around his first mouthful of bread. “I pr’mise.”

…

He wasn't certain where your underwear had gone, but he was immensely grateful for its absence. You leaned forward, taking his dick out of your mouth for a second to catch your breath and Karl forced your knees to slide out on either side of him with his forearms so he could draw his tongue along your cunt. His thumbs spread you open, the man rumbling when he felt your breath hitch. Then, Karl delved his tongue into you, making you moan and whimper around his dick while he slowly, slowly ate you out.

Karl could feel his heartbeat in his neck when your thighs suddenly snapped shut around his head, hips rocking back and forth as you ground yourself against his mouth. Finally, someone who could be as greedy as he was.

His own hips bucked upwards, driving his cock into your throat mercilessly while you continued to attempt to crush his skull. Your thighs were trembling, body undulating helplessly. All Karl could do was urge you onward and that's exactly what he did, his voice a low burr against your cunt as he demanded that you come for him. It didn't matter that you'd already come before, it didn't matter that you were still sloppy and fucked-out from his previous, extremely enthusiastic efforts. Karl wanted more and he knew you did too.

Your pelvis lurched abruptly, breath coming in sharp little gasps as you began to climax. The former Lord growled in satisfaction, clasping his hands up over your thighs to pin you where you were as you rode out your orgasm. 

“Mmm, told you that you had one more in you,” he hummed, grinning when you whined your annoyance at him. “Shh, no complaining sugar, or I'll wring another one out of you for fun.” As if to prove his point Karl slid a finger into you, using it to massage your still-trembling walls. You whimpered but made no attempt to wriggle away from him, so Heisenberg simply carried on gently stroking his finger in and out of your entrance. “One more, sugar, c'mon, match me.” The man teased, his eyes half-lidding when you took his dick in hand once more.

“You're ridiculous-” You panted. He could hear the laughter in your words despite your evident breathlessness. “I love you.”

“Love you too, sugar.” Karl patted your leg, guiding you to turn around and slide back down to straddle his thighs. He then sat up slightly, meeting you halfway in a hungry kiss. “I love you,” he sighed, finding his eyes still searching your own for reassurance. 

But then you smiled at him, knocking your forehead gently against his own. “And I love you, Karl.”

I love you. 

“‘Course you do,” Karl breathed, half to himself. You rolled your eyes at him and your wry chuckle was music to his ears, as was your singsong reply.

“Of course I do.”

[crzy-girlz]

/ MasterList ⫘⫘⫘⫘

Anime ⋆⑅˚₊

Black Butler

Jujutsu Kaisen

Attack on Titan

Haikyuu!

Death Note

Demon Slayer

My Hero Academia

Tokyo Ghoul

The Promised Neverland

Spy x Family

Kakegurui

Bungou Stray Dogs

Howl's Moving Castle

Tokyo Revengers

Chainsaw Man

Saiki Kusuo no Psi-nan

Free!

Owari No Seraph

Wonder Egg Priority

Nana

Games 𓏵ྀི

Genshin Impact

Honkai: Star Rail

Wuthering Waves

Call Of Duty

Resident Evil

Twisted Wonderland

Obey Me!

Kpop Groups ๋࣭ ⭑

BTS

IVE

STRAY KIDS

LE SSERAFIM

ATEEZ

XG

NMIXX

aespa

GOT7

Red Velvet

ITZY

NewJeans

TWICE

(G)-IDLE

TOMORROW X TOGETHER

other singer (usa/popular) ⋆ 🀥₊

wave to earth

Ghost

My Chemical Romance

Panic! At The Disco

Cigarettes After Sex

Imagine Dragons

The Neighborhood

Olivia Rodrigo

Mother Mother

MARINA

Conan Gray

Ashnikko

The Weeknd

BABYMETAL

Melanie Martinez

Artic Monkeys

Billie Eilish

Harry Styles

comicsᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

DC

Marvel

Star Wars (?)

actors/actresses 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑

Chris Evans

Cris Hemsworth

Tom Hiddleston

Sebastian Stan

Pedro Pascal

Wang Yibo

Barry Keoghan

And more, just ask me

I don't only write those specific shows or anything at all, i just remembered these lol, but as i remember all the other things i write, I'll update the list. Hope you guys find me diversified lol

[daemonwritesstuff]

MATCHUP TRADE WITH @mxchislvt

A/N: Hihi! I finally got this out! I’ll be working on your other one soon, I’ve been really busy lately since schools almost over and I’m trying my best to get more matchups out, enjoy! and these are shorter due to how many fandoms there are.

[ JUJUSTU KAISEN ]

٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶ SUKUNA RYOMEN!

I really adore this pairing so much 😭❤️ innocent gf x cold-hearted bf (expect he’s not cold-hearted towards his gf aka you).

He really adores your style, it’s probably the reason why he got attracted to you in the first place, he is probably willing to do spa days with you to make you happy if you’d like because he’ll (actually) burn the world down if you’d ever like.

He likes that your smart! You’ll always understand his jokes and be able to come back at him with jokes as well. He also enjoys hearing you sing, he’ll secretly watch you do plays if you ever do them.

I feel like he would go roller skating with you and almost falls but catches himself so he doesn’t get made fun of by his beloved, he will SPOIL you on dates, trust.

[ TBHK ]

(^_−)−☆TSUKASA YUGI

You pulled hanakos twin brother huh… that’s very nice, anyways I feel like this pairing is also very unique and perfect, he gets super curious about you when he first meets you, he also teases you for being very naïve.

But he doesn’t mind whatsoever, he thinks your really cute, he loves playing with your hair a lot, he really adores any soft pink or pastel colors on you, he thinks you look good in anything!

He would do amusement park dates with you for SURE, but he’s very energetic so you’ll have to do your best and catch up with him, hopefully that won’t be too much of a big deal for you.

He will buy you so much taro milk teas and kitkats whenever you want, he’ll probably steal those from people but it’s out of love <3 I also think he listens to kpop too, just mostly girl groups like newjeans, gidle or like red velvet.

[ HAIKYUU ]

(*^o^*) KOSHI SUGUWARA!

This pairing is so, so SOOO cute!! he’s super gentle and carrying towards you, he’s always protecting you from hurting yourself or if some bullies ever start picking on you.

He’ll be there for you whenever you start zoning out and pointing out to whatever you were doing or tell you what you might’ve missed, also you guys listen to music a lot together!

he’s in love with your style! especially your coquette kind of look, he thinks pink suits you really well then anyone else, you guys also go out to get boba tea or go to any mexican restaurants for burritos!

As for what I said, he’ll give you a lot of gifts and provide all the love languages you want, he’ll always hold hands with you if you ever need it, he’ll also be there to reassure you and call you sweet names <3

[ BLACK BUTLER ]

（╹◡╹）CLAUDIA PHANTOMHIVE

This may be surprising to you but I feel like he would be the best pairing for this one! He’s very understanding of your ADHD and will help you however he can.

He’s very attracted to your style, the way you present yourself, your personality, basically everything made him fall for you, he loves seeing you in pink and will compliment the shit out of you!

I think he’ll give you a lot of gifts, usually small ones and big ones for anniversaries, birthdays, etc, he also loves watching you help people, he feels warmth whenever your being nice to people and him

he would dance with you! and he also loves hearing you sing, you sound so divine to him, power couple here.

[ ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM ]

-_-b KARMA AKABANE

I think he would like you so much, platonically AND romantically, he thinks your better than the rest of your classmates, your also really chill like him, he’ll tease you maybe here and there but it’s just playful.

he’ll snap you out of whatever you’ve been dreaming of, he’s your body guard for sure, a free one actually, it’s cute how naïve you can be so he’ll probably want to protect you at all costs.

he’ll go out with you to anywhere you’d like! I can see you guys having lunch dates or going to relax somewhere and talk about each others interests while drinking boba tea <3

He’ll definitely roller skate with you! Honestly, he’s pretty good at a lot of things so he’s be happy to do anything with you!

[ MY HERO ACADEMIA ]

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ DABI

I think he would like having you as a partner so much, your very comforting towards him, like a cozy fire.

he loves how nice you are to him, even if he doesn’t show it through his emotions but he’ll show it through his love languages which would be gift giving at the most, later on he would start to get comfortable with cuddling you.

He supports your dreams of becoming a teacher! He’ll support any dreams you have and he’ll be there for you 100% of the time, he believes in you and you believe in him, you are his rock.

[ HAZBIN HOTEL ]

( ◠‿◠ ) LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR

I promise I didn’t match you with him because your a theater kid 😭 but also you just suit him really well! he finds you very entertaining and also you brought a lot of light into his life when he was in the dark.

you bet he’ll spoil you, he’s the king of hell and he’s very rich, like REALLY rich, he’s the leader of hell anyways so why not use that money for his loved ones? he’ll take you to get boba and he’ll take you to amusement parks as well, including his own amusement park!

He also has some trouble of expressing his feelings, if took him a little while to come out of the hole to even say that he’s fallen for you…

He’ll also be zoned out at some points too, it’s just a thing he’s had for a long time now, so it’s now something you both can relate on! you guys are the best couple frfr !

[ GENSHIN IMPACT ]

( ^ω^ ) WRIOTHESLEY

He would love you so much!!! seriously though! he may be worried sometimes since he cares about you and wants the best for you so he’ll help you with your ADHD and other problems.

he spoils you with gifts so much, and he runs on coldness a lot so if you ever cuddle try not to complain about him being really cold against you.

he’ll definitely take you for picnic dates! and he’ll possibly take you out to go see fireworks and watch how your eyes watch in amazement and twinkle.

he also loves the way you dress! his dark style and your feminine style really clash together so well, he’ll carry you bridal style or give you piggy backs, he’s very tall and strong.

[ HONKAI STAR RAIL ]

( ^ω^ ) JING YUAN

He’s been really interested in you ever since you interacted with him, you looked so cute and petite in his eyes and he knew he had to keep you!

he’ll bring in a lot of snacks and drinks for you, you also sit on his lap while he works on paperwork or you’ll just be in his office while he prepares for his next mission to wherever, he loves it whenever you hug him and kiss him.

he’ll also bring you back to reality whenever you zone out and tell you to go take a break for a little while, he cares about you as well and doesn’t want anything bad happening to you.

He also likes seeing you roller skate around anywhere and also likes watching you dance as well and will possibly pull you into a slow dance.

[ TWISTED WONDERLAND ]

(´∀｀) LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

He really liked you since the beginning of when you came to the school, you looked super cute to him and he doesn’t look down on you that much, mostly just teasing though.

he’s a very lazy person ngl, he likes any sort of cuddling with you, you guys also take naps with each other a lot, just being in your own little worlds with each other.

will also buy you snacks and drinks, or fast food! that’s his other way of showing you his love, if you ever go outside he’ll roller skate with you and take you to any amusement park close to you guys.

your style is so cute to him! please put any accessories on him and tease him!! he’ll be very flushed when he wakes up or realizes he’s been bedazzled, fluffy couple hehe.

[ OBEY ME ]

((((；ﾟДﾟ))))))) BELPHEGOR

He really likes your energy, your the least annoying than his brothers are, he can chill with you a lot since you aren’t that much of a annoyance to him at all.

He also loves how naïve you are, and how you zone out at times, he’ll tease you but he doesn’t really mind, you guys definitely take a lot do naps together.

you guys also have takeout a lot, even though Lucifer says how unhealthy it is but you guys don’t really give a fuck anyways, you guys also go outside a lot too, but it’s relaxing and it’s just a picnic and he’ll watch you roller skate around the park.

[ilsanslut]

ABOUT VAMPIIE!

𖥻 info: vampiie aka sukunas cumslut and ryusei's aspiring b/himbo g/bf. 22. pan. gender-fluid. she/he/they. virgo. est. adhd.

𖥻 fandoms: blue lock. jujutsu kaisen. tokyo revengers. dragon ball. attack on titan. demon slayer. haikyuu. spy x family. my hero academia. hunter x hunter. genshin impact. pokemon. apex legends. overwatch. dead by daylight. my hero academia. honkai star rail. kpop. resident evil.

𖥻 socisls: c.ai. tiktok. (coming soon)

credit to @.cafekitsune for 'support' banners used in fics.

𖥻 my hunnies:

𖥻 blue lock: SHIDOU RYUSEI. bachira meguru. kunigami rensuke. michael kaiser. nagi seishiro. 𖥻 jujutsu kaisen: SUKUNA. FUSHIGURO TOJI. itadori yuji. okkotsu yuta. 𖥻 tokyo revengers: BAJI KEISUKE. RINDOU HAITANI. sanzu haruchiyo. KAWATA NAHOYA. imaushi wakasa. 𖥻 dragon ball: zamasu/black goku. BROLY. future trunks. goku. 𖥻 attack on titan: eren jaeger. reiner braun. erwin smith. connie springer. 𖥻 demon slayer: akaza. DOUMA. muzan. GYUTARO. kamado nezuko. rengoku kyojuro. KANROJI MISTURI. uzui suma. uzui tengen. 𖥻 haikyuu: MIYA OSAMU. TSUKISHIMA KEI. kozume kenma. KYOUTANI KENTAROU. IWAIZUMI HAJIME. BOKUTOU KENTAROU. TENDOU SATORI. ushijima wakatoshi. sakusa kiyoomi. rintarou suna. 𖥻 spy x family: YOR FORGER. LOID FORGER. 𖥻 my hero academia: VLAD KING. ENDEAVOR. ASHIDO MINA. BAKUGOU KATSUKI. KUROIRO SHIHAI. HADOU NEJIRE. TOMURA SHIGARAKI. dabi. shindo yo. shinsou hitoshi. utsushimi camie. MIRUKO. lady nagant. TOGA HIMIKO. hawks. 𖥻 hunter x hunter: PORTOR FEITAN. LUCILFER CHROLLO. zoldyck killua. murasaki shizuku. UVOGIN. 𖥻 genshin impact: ARATAKI ITTO. CHILDE. ZHONGLI. DILUC RAGNVINDR. KAEYA ALBERICH. wanderer. RAIDEN EI. yae miko. NEUVILLETTE. WRIOTHESLEY. xinyan. KLEE. YAOYAO. xiao. SHENHE. 𖥻 pokemon: MIMIKYU. SYLVEON. INCINEROAR. palkia. giratina. TINKATON. HATTERENE. arven. grusha. professor toro. professor kukui. leon. milo. RAIHAN. NESSA. 𖥻 apex legends: LOBA. WATTSON. LIFELINE. REVENANT. octane. MIRAGE. BLOODHOUND. fuse. maggie. catalyst. 𖥻 overwatch: RAMATTRA. GENJI SHIMADA. COLE CASSIDY. dva. zarya. reinhardt. ORISA. JUNKER QUEEN. WIDOWMAKER. REAPER. lifeweaver. baptiste. mercy. DOOMFIST. moira. ana. echo. SOJOURN. 𖥻 dead by daylight: GHOSTFACE. FENG MIN. michael myers. huntress. doctorr. THE LEGION. SPIRIT. ONI. TRICKSTER. nea karlsson. vittorio toscano. 𖥻 resident evil: LEON KENNEDY. CARLOS OLIVEIRA. NEMESIS. ADA WONG. albert wesker. jill valentine. ALCINA DIMITRESCU. tyrant. SHEVA ALOMAR. 𖥻 honkai star rail: HOOK. DAN HENG. BLADE. JING YUAN. BAILU. tingyun. kafka. SVAROG. clara. NATASHA. SERVAL. SAMPO. gepard. PELA. 𖥻 kpop: BTS. ATEEZ. TWICE. GIDLE. SEO SOOJIN. blackpink. itzy. STRAY KIDS. red velvet. aespa. LES SSERAFIM. newjeans.

[formulateez-replies]

hello! this is cher/cherrie from formulateez !

ʚ get to know me ɞ

twenty. she/her. filo. kpop + formula racing enthusiast. us based (est).

i first got introduced to k-pop back in 2010-2011 when my neighbor showed me shinee's lucifer and ring ding dong. i didn't really start liking k-pop as a whole until around the second half of 2015!

my ult groups are currently ateez, enhypen, xg, nct dream, le sserafim, newjeans, and txt. (can you tell that i'm a hybe stan...)

i also really like (g)i-dle, &team, astro, aespa, boynextdoor, bts, day6, dreamcatcher, exo, fifty fifty, fromis_9, got the beat/girls on top, got7, history, ikon, infinite, itzy, ive, kard, knk, loona, monsta x (+ wonho), nct (as a whole, i'm just more of an nct dream stan), nmixx, nu'est, onlyoneof, p1harmony, pentagon, pristin, red velvet, seventeen, sf9, shinee, sistar, stayc, stray kids, the boyz, teen top, triples, twice, and vixx. (this is in alphabetical order, not in the order of which i like them. a good portion of those groups are my old ults or disbanded groups. i've have a lot of ult groups throughout the years.)

my fav f1 drivers are cl16, ln4, op81, and mv1.

i have only been into formula 1 since dec '22. i'm still learning a lot about the sport and the drivers as well!

my fav f2 drivers are al12, jd14, dh1, and ob8.

i have only been into f2 for a few months, it's the same case as f1, i'm still learning a lot about formula racing and its drivers as a whole!

my fav f3 drivers are pa1, db2, and sm14.

i also support hamda alqubaisi, bianca bustamante, and chloe chong!

i also used to be in a heavy emo phase (i never actually left it) and so i do enjoy a lot of emo/rock/metal music!

i'm not into much anime anymore but i'll occasionally rewatch some of my favorites or i'll end up watching newer shows with my boyfriend. the animes that i've enjoyed watching in the past are soul eater, black butler, haikyuu!!, ouran high school host club, and free! my current favorites are cyberpunk: edgerunners and chainsaw man!

i also have a side hobby of gaming! i wouldn't necessarily call myself a gamer since i don't play that many games. you'll usually find me on minecraft, the sims 4, roblox, or destiny 2! i also occasionally will play fortnite with friends (i'm just not good at pvp games so i tend to not play them that much; UNLESS it's arsenal on roblox. i kick ass lowkey in that game.)

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[thatdamnmutt-exe]

Fandoms I Write For &lt;3

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Kpop:

Groups &lt;3

BTS

Monsta X (OT7)

NCT (All Units & OT23)

Stray Kids (OT8)

Ateez

Twice

Mamamoo

WJSN

Dreamcatcher

(G)i-die

CLC

Loona

Big Bang

Astro

TXT

Lovelyz

Vixx

Got7

BlackPink

The Rose

Seventeen

EXO

SHINee

Brown Eyed Girls

Fromis_9

SF9

Super Junior

GFriend

Oneus

Onewe

Winner

Momoland

Everglow

ITZY

Red Velvet

Pentagon

KARD

KNK

A.C.E.

iKon

Day6

The Boyz

Soloists &lt;3

Løren

Wonho

Chungha

BiBi

Sunmi

Bloo

Hyuna

Taemin

DPR Ian

DPR Live

Mokyo

Ash Island

Penomeco

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TV Shows / Movies:

The Walking Dead / Fear The Walking Dead

True Blood

The Vampire Diaries / The Originals

Interview With A Vampire

Shameless

IT

The Last Of Us

Arcane

The Boy

Teen Wolf

Hazbin Hotel / Helluva Boss

Euphoria

Daredevil (The Show)

Dark Shadows

The Loki Series

You

Grimm

Criminal Minds

Twilight

Shadow Hunters

Miraculous Ladybug

Lucifer

The Umbrella Academy

American Horror Story

Stranger Things

What We Do In The Shadows

Good Girls

Bojack Horseman

Spiderverse

Lackadaisy

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K-Dramas:

Alice In Borderland

Sweet Home

All of Us Are Dead

My Love From Another Star

Squid Games

Love Alarm

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Animes:

Buddy Daddies

Cyberpunk: Edgerunners

Devils’ Line

Black Butler

Tokyo Ghoul / Tokyo Ghoul : Re

Sk8 The Infinity

Tokyo Revengers

Demon Slayer

Bungou Stray Dogs

Kakegurui

Fullmetal Alchemist

Jujutsu Kaisen

Hunter x Hunter

Haikyuu

Beastars

My Hero Academia

Attack on Titan

Ouran Highschool Host Club

Deathnote

Blue Exorcist

Naruto

Noragami

Assassination Classroom

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Video Games:

Ghost of Tsushima

The Witcher

Fallout 3/4

Cyberpunk 2077

InFamous Series

Resident Evil

Mystic Messenger

Five Nights At Freddy’s

Call of Duty (Black Ops 1-3, Modern Warfare, Ghost)

The Elderscrolls: Skyrim

Red Dead Redemption

Grand Theft Auto 5

Mass Effect: Andromeda

[sweet-of-fathom]

BEFORE YOU FOLLOW, I'm going to tell you that my account contain queer medias and I'm not welcoming those who under 18, homophobes, zionist, and 02 defenders.

𝗧͟𝗵͟𝗲͟ 𝗙͟𝗶͟𝗿͟𝘀͟𝘁͟ 𝗣͟𝗮͟𝗴͟𝗲͟.

・ ・ ・ As the starter, I would like to warmly welcome you here, whether you are just passing by without any intention or are intentionally reading this because we are about to become friends. My name is Anthoneo Youssef Zeppeli, but you may call me Ucep for short. However, other appropriate nicknames are also welcome.

I am much more comfortable using masculine pronouns. Congratulations! Now you know what to use if you want to refer to me. For my age, it is not something that should be concerned about, because I am already of legal age.

I have done several personality tests, and the results always start with I.

As I stan SEVENTEEN, Kiss of Life, XG, and aespa, you'll often find me fanboying over them on my timeline.

𝗧͟𝗵͟𝗲͟ 𝗟͟𝗮͟𝘀͟𝘁͟ 𝗣͟𝗮͟𝗴͟𝗲͟.

I'm just a typical casual listener who loves listening to centil songs, old songs from both Western and Indonesian artists, as well as rock music. Some artists whose songs never leave my playlists are:

Backstreet Boys, Westlife, Bon Jovi, Nirvana, Bruno Major, oftn, OFFICIAL HIGE DANDISM, BUMP OF CHICKEN, King Gnu, HYDE, Given, syh, Kenshi Yonezu, Juicy Luicy, Seventeen, Kiss of Life, aespa, XG, TWICE, PLAVE, Stray Kids, ATEEZ, Red Velvet, STAYC, IVE, TWS, AKMU, Tilly Birds, Three Man Down, bamm, Billkin, and Nont Tanont.

Quit talking about songs, lets find out what I usually do in my downtime. Well, I usually play games. I've been a player of Wuthering Waves for a while and recently decided to install Zenless Zone Zero and Punishing Gray Raven.

If I feel like tired of playing games, I spend my time watching anime because I’m a huge fan of anime, as you might notice immediately after seen my photo profile. The genre that usually catch my interest are adventure, sport, shōnen, Isekai, fantasy, comedy, and slice-of-life. Some of my favorites:

Death Note, Spy x Family, Attack on Titan, Haikyuu, Demon Slayer, Dandadan, My Hero Academia, Dungeon Meshi, Ousama Ranking, Shangri La Frontier, That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime, Four Knights of the Apocalypse, Mashle, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, The Elusive Samurai, Bungou Stray Dogs, Castlevania, Jujutsu Kaisen, The Apothecary Diaries, Grave of the Fireflies, The Boy and The Heron, Kase-san and Morning Glories, and A Silent Voice.

As for movies and series, I’m really into horror, thriller, action, comedy, and drama.

Kingdom (2019), Train to Busan, A Quiet Place, Bird Box, The Meg (2018), Get Out (2017), The Sandman, Badland Hunters, Pengabdi Setan, Perempuan Tanah Jahanam, Evil Dead Rise, White Chicks (2004), Bride Wars (2009), Mean Girls (2004), Agak Laen, The Big 4, Sweet Tooth, Your Name Engraved Herein, My Boo, How To Make Millions Before Grandma Dies, The Imaginary (2023), The Boy in the Striped Pajamas, Miracle in Cell No. 7, Corpse Bride, and Coraline.

[calgeary]

ONCE UPON A TIME WITH SEVILEN.

"Mother of the sky, please be kind to me."

In the surrounding wilderness outside, roses grew abundantly in the twilight. There he was, in the middle of a field of dandelions.

"Little kid, what makes you sad? I see the wind, let me see you flying free like a bird on wings with the Angels once again."

PRELUDE I: Who's that little kid?

The name's Aslan Sevilen. Most people call him Aslan or Asa, and he's comfortable with any pronouns, though he's most preferred with masculine terms. An INFJ person with Sagittarius as his sign. He relishes the role of a listener, yet he often finds himself unintentionally doing most of the talking. Setting his account as an unlabeled account. Living at his legal age, he is surrounded by numerous interests.

First and foremost, he has an abiding love for cats. It's not an exaggeration to say that cats have a profound impact on his life. He's a proud dad to four cats after all. His life revolved around TREASURE, music, books, animanga, arts, photography (though he's not particularly good at it), and writing as he enjoys them a lot.

INTERLUDE II: Where did he leave his soul?

Music: TREASURE, Pale Waves, ONE OK ROCK, My Chemical Romance, BOYS LIKE GIRLS, Red Velvet, Chase Atlantic, Bon Iver, wave to earth, Talos, Bohnes, Tatiana Manaois, Paramore, Bon Jovi, BOYNEXTDOOR, Oasis, Daughtry, Lifehouse, Taylor Swift, girl in red, Avril Lavigne, All Time Low, blink-182, and several KPOP and JPOP songs.

Book: The Picture of Dorian Gray, Aroma Karsa, Norwegian Wood, The Happy Prince, Distilasi Alkena, Disforia Inersia, No Longer Human, The Painter Behind The Curtain, Strings Attached, and The Mountain is You.

Animanga: One Piece, Bungo Stray Dogs, Ghibli Movies, Blue Period, Moriarty the Patriot, Sakamoto Days, Chainsaw Man, Black Butler, Horimiya, Dr. Stone, Jujutsu Kaisen, Monster, Tougen Anki, Ron Kamonohashi, Gokurakugai Sanbandori No Ken, Kimi ni Todoke, Gangsta, Black Clover, Umibe no Etranger, Haikyuu, Sasaki to Miyano, Owari no Seraph, Hunter x Hunter, Doukyuusei, and Black Lagoon.

Arts: Impressionism, Expressionism, and Romanticism Paintings.

POSTLUDE III: How to meet him?

Michiecant, drawn from a melodious composition by Bon Iver in Michicant, is the destination where you may cross paths with him. There are no stringent rules that exist here; the sole expectation is that as long as you can act like a good human being who can open your arms to others' differences and not judge people's interests, you will be welcomed wholeheartedly. So, what are you waiting for? Come and meet the little kid, Aslan Sevilen.

[starkaft3rdark]

List of canon things I write for

Anime

Assassination Classroom

Attack on Titan

Black Butler

Bleach

Blue Lock

Demon Slayer

Dragon Ball Z

Fire Force

Food Wars

Haikyuu!

Hunter x Hunter

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure (Parts 1-6)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Kuroko no Basket

My Hero Academia

One Punch Man

Pokemon

Seven Deadly Sins

Sonic X

Soul Eater

Tokyo Ghoul

Tokyo Revengers

Yu Yu Hakusho

 

Coming Soon

Black Clover ● Bungou Stray Dogs

Video Games

Final Fantasy VII + XII + XV

Five Night's At Freddy's

God of War

Grand Theft Auto V

Pokemon

Super Smash Bros.

Resident Evil

Silent Hill

Stardew Valley

 

Coming Soon

Danganronpa ● Spyro The Dragon ● Undertale

Other Series

CW's Arrowverse (Arrow ● The Flash ● DC's Legends of Tomorrow ● Supergirl)

Game of Thrones (House of the Dragon coming soon)

Hannibal

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rick & Morty

Stargate SG-1 + Stargate Atlantis

Stranger Things

Teen Titans

Young Justice

K-Pop

ATEEZ

BTS

Cravity

Enhypen

EXO (OT12)

Monsta X (OT7)

NCT (OT23 / ALL units)

The Boyz (OT12)

TXT

Seventeen

Stray Kids (OT9)

Verivery

VIXX (OT6)

WannaOne + offshoot groups (CIX ● Ab6ix)

 

Blackpink

Billlie

Dreamcatcher

fromis_9

Itzy

IZ*ONE + offshoot groups (IVE ● LE SSERAFIM)

Loona

Red Velvet

Twice

Please note: If you're looking to commission for other K-Pop idols, please feel free to ask me about them! Just because they're not on this particular list doesn't mean I won't write for them as I do "stan" over 100+ groups and solo artists, both male and female.

[blackvelvetwriteson]

Hi baby🥰🥰 please don't feel obligated to answer this or anything. But could you write some headcanons for Tendou & Sugawara? They could be platonic or not, nsfw or sfw, idrc. I just wanna see some Tendou x Suga headcanons 😌 oki bye I love you💖

Hi baby! Of course I’m gonna answer, don’t worry. Amidst all of this Thanksgiving bullshit, I’m already watching Haikyuu so I decided to whip up some of these HCs for you bc 1) you asked, duh, 2) I need to write for Haikyuu anyways, and 3) SUGAAAAAA BEBEIIIII imsorryiminlovewithHIMMMM-

Anways, so have some nipple sucking HCs because that’s what came to mind first-  I love you so much and I hope this is what you wanted!

𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

-- 𝘍𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘒ō𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘶 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪

GENRE: Smut                                                                 

FANDOM: Haikyuu! 

TRIGGER WARNINGS: SMUT! Just overstim, slight dacryphilia, nipple sucking- duh, and swearing!

SUMMARY: Just Reader-Chan (gender neutral) sucking on best boi nipples.

(Headers are mine, but the art inside of them are not! Please don’t steal or repost without credit!) 

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈

He’s always enjoyed your guys’s encounters ever since the two of you first met.

You started off as a friend of the team of course, introduced to the other members by Hinata with his extroverted self.

Immediately, you took a liking to Sugawara; I mean y’all did go to the same school for awhile and were in the same class so it only made sense.

Everyone around you already knew you and him would make it out of high school.

You’d always hang out with each other, and when you two were alone, that’s when he asked you out.

Hell yeah! He cared for his team, so it only makes sense that he cared for you a little more because you were his S/O

It goes without saying that he was fairly traditional.

… And sensitive.

So when you asked him- directly- if you could suck on his nipples, he instantly turned red and fell silent.

At first, you thought you struck a nerve and hurt him in some way because his eyes started to glisten more.

“I-It was just a suggestion- we don’t have to do it.”

He looked even more red, this being one of the only times he’d let you dom him.

“Get on top.”

No other direction had to be said, and he quickly- and easily- forced you into his lap.

You couldn’t help but to notice- already- how hard he was under you.

I guess he really is an imaginative character, huh?

He closed his eyes and looked away, his nipples already hard and peeking at you from under his shirt.

The both of you were in college, but it was apparent that something like this had never happened to him before.

You couldn’t help but to run your hands under his shirt first, feeling around his toned chest.

Just to fish for his reactions, you palmed his hardened nipples and smirked as you waited.

It was a short wait; instantly, his back arched and his body pushed into yours as he clenched his eyes shut.

You thought you’d hurt him until he leaned into you and let out one of his breathy moans that you loved so much.

“Harder,” he panted at you as he whined, wrapping one of his dainty hands around your wrist, forcing you to press into his pec more.

He looked like he was about to cry already as he got more antsy.

He knew that his body was sensitive and he’d easily cum from just you teasing his nipple with your hand.

“Someone’s a little needy tonight, hm?” You couldn’t help but to smirk down at him.

He couldn’t do anything but nod and clumsily move to try and pull up his shirt, panting like a dog without water after a run.

You laughed and ducked your head under his shirt that was halfway lifted and instantly locked your lips around his puckering nipple.

He was excited, maybe a little TOO excited.

Instantly, he threw his head back and let out a loud moan before slapping a hand over his mouth as to not alert the others that also live in the college dorms.

You pressed your tongue against it, pushed and teased and felt his cock throb in his pants as he started to tremble under you.

From how he was breathing, he sounded like he was about to pass out.

You had to pull away and remind him to calm down.

“Slow down your breathing, babe. You’ll pass out,” you cooed at him softly.

“I-I’m sorry, Sugar,” he whimpered quietly as he bucked his hips into you. “I-It just f-feels too good! I ca-can’t-“

Without letting him finish, you nipped at his swollen nipple gently with your teeth.

As if he wasn’t already pushed over the edge, he jolted and practically stopped breathing, his toes curled as he let go of you, burying his hands into the bed beside him.

“S-Sugar! S-Su- S-Suga-“ he whined out as his tears rolled down his face, his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he trembled and melted under you.

You took in every single one of his moans and cries, his chest heaving as he became more overwhelmed.

You didn’t want to stop until he begged you to, so you bit his nipple again as you sucked hard.

Even though his shirt was over your head, he still managed to tug your hair at least a little, his free hand holding your hips down as he humped into you.

“I-I’m gonna c-cum S-Sugar,” he whimpered in between his uncontrollable, breathy, whiny moans.

You, of course were ready. You knew his day had been stressful and he’d been completely overwhelmed by you just teasing his nipples whether with your mouth or your hand.

So in response, all you did was suck harder hearing every peak of his moans and cries as he trembled and bucked his hips harder, orgasming as his toes curled, his nails practically ripped the sheets on his bed, his eyes still streaming tears as they rolled back into his head and he made no noise, not even breathing.

You had to pull away, fearing that he was already overtimed and you gently slapped his face.

He was trembling, and finally he took a deep breath, opening his pretty eyes to look up at you.

“I-I’m sorry Sugar,” he whispered softly as he nuzzled into your hand a little more. “I-It just f-felt too good,” he whispered as he closed his eyes, practically purring under your soft touch.

“There’s no need to apologize baby boy,” you cooed out quietly to him, gently swiping tendrils of ash grey hair from in front of his face. “Just relax and I’ll go order us some dinner. You have early practice tomorrow.”

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈

Of course it was the typical story of a forbidden rival school love.

not.

All in all, most of the schools respected Shiratorizawa back when you were in high school.

And to see him lingering around Kurasuno both made everyone’s morale leap at least 50% but also made them question wtf dude was doing there all the time.

He often helped the team practice and gave them pointers on how to get better, and also got you more involved too.

He’s always teasing, cracking jokes etc.

Sometimes it pissed you off; your name in his phone was “Itty Bitty Panda-Chan”

It didn’t help that you loved it and every time he called you his Itty Bitty Panda-Chan, it made you flustered.

Like usual, he played on it. All of the time.

Even alone.

You were hanging out with him at his house because he lived away from the college dorms and the two of you had finished with your work and had things for your next class situated for the next day, so you were playing games and he was… Well… Staring at you like usual.

“Is there a reason you’re staring at me, Idiot-San,” you mocked him constantly.

“Well… I have something in mind, Pan-Chan,” he dubbed you for short. You were interested but said absolutely nothing.

“Oh little Pan- Chaaaaan,” he teased as he climbed on top of you while you were still rested on your stomach.

He really didn’t have to do much to tease you or make you flustered since teasing was only natural for him.

Your body tensed up because of course your boyfriend was up to something. He always was.

“Answer me when I’m talking to you, my cute little Pan-Chan,” he whispered in your ear causing you to squeak.

“W-What d-did you have I-in mind, Satori,” you murmur as the next match of your game begins.

“Wow! I’m so happy you asked,” he teased as he forced you on your back and he laughed softly.

You’re just looking up at him like “I can’t pause it. It’s online.” And of course he doesn’t care.

Disrespectful bitch.

“How about…. Mmmm…. You give me the controller. I wanna play.”

That grin on his face when he was up to something said it all and you forked the controller over.

“What do you want, Ten?”

He looked like a little kid, slinging his feet over the bed with a laugh. “Chu chuuu~ This game is so… Cute,” he trailed off, seemingly sucked into the game in front of him.

That was, until you felt his strong hand on your hip, pulling you into his lap.

“T-Ten-“

“Shh,” he whispered as he lifted his hoodie, playing the game momentarily with one hand. “Suck… I want you to suck on them,” he whispered as he ‘dodged’ to one side, acting like he was the character in the game.

‘What is it with him tonight,’ you thought to yourself, just staring at his muscular chest.

You felt his gaze on you and you looked up with a soft gasp.

His cat-like eyes immediately locked with yours as he respawned in game. “I didn’t ask, Panda- Chan,” he said quietly, sternly, clearly. Honestly it kinda scared you.

“U-Um… O-Okay,” you thought you could handle him, but when he got like this, you couldn’t really. You liked how he had control over you no matter what.

As soon as your tongue pressed against one of his nipples you felt a flutter in his chest. And yours. His breathing got quicker and his eyes fluttered, but he still continued with that stupid demeaning tone of his.

“Chu chuuu~” He practically squealed. “That’s… N-Not g-good enough, Pan-Pan-Chan,” he gasped out softly as he leaned back.

Obviously, it was a lie. You could tell by how his legs jolted a little or his breathing quickened. He was loving every second of your teasing.

“C-Cut the shit, Satori,” you whispered softly, your hand timidly resting on his hip, the other one running over his abs.

“Mouthy, hm?” He looked down at you with that piercing gaze again. “Use all that spunk and suck harder,” he growled as he focused back in on the game, bucking his chest at you.

You did as instructed, savoring his sweet and salty taste, humming as you did so, your other hand palming at his sensitive chest as you stared up at him.

He threw his head back and let out a soft groan as he felt you get amped up and he laughed softly as he continued to play the game.

“Fuck yeah,” he whispered out softly as he grinded into you, not caring too much about the game at this point.

You were too far into it by now to just stop, and you loved every reaction you could get, and you let yourself go, accidentally biting his nipple, causing him to drop the controller, his eyes crossing a little as he tilted his head back.

You let out a little hollow laugh of your own and continued nibbling and kissing on his nipple feeling him practically melt beneath you. You held the power and you loved it.

Also hearing his moans and praises was definitely a huge boost for you to keep going.

You grinded your hips down into his bulge and moaned softly feeling how well he fit in between your legs.

It was apparent that this wasn’t enough to get him to cum, but close.

He tangled his fingers with your hair as he edged closer and closer to cumming, pulling you closer as he let out a strangled groan.

Obviously, this is gonna escalate into a lot more.

[hyeque]

Kurisu. 20. She/Her. Black. Infj-t. Scorpio.

shows: Mha/Bnha, Hunter x Hunter, AOT, Jujutsu Kaisen, Haikyuu, Free, Sailor Moon, Sk8 the infinity, Demon Slayer, Blue Period, one punch, mob psycho 100, tokyo ghoul

music: bts, txt, seventeen, rina sawayama, chloe x halle, ariana grande, red velvet, twice, blackpink

kins:

Haikyuu: kenma, oikawa, tsukishima

Jjk: megumi, yuji, inumaki

Demon slayer: tomioka, tanjiro

Mha: deku, todoroki, bakugo, tamaki

sk8 infinity: langa, cherry

aot: armin, erwin, hange, historia

fun facts:

I enjoy listening to soundtracks to movies and animes

I’m obsessed w zendaya lol

I like to draw and do other kinds of artistic things (i’m learning how to crochet currently)

My favorite foods are cheesecake or chicken parm

I like marvel lmao that’s a bit obvious from my personal blog name. My fave character is Peter Parker.

I’m a senior graphic design student!

[choslutnav]

LUNA — 22 — shey/they — black-british — eng/sp-eu — bisexual

FAVOURITE THINGS . . . kpop, cooking, shopping, watching kdramas, playing games, listening to music, writing, daydreaming, reading manga/manhwa, gothic horror novels, murder mystery books, pretty girls

NOT A FAN . . . spiders, jumpscares, mean people, entitled people, graphic visual gore, plane turbulence, beetroot, shellfish (allergic), overworking, pressure of any kind

FAVOURITE PEOPLE . . . suguru geto, kaeya, kamo choso, sniper mask, miguel o'hara, sawamura daichi, kuroo tetsuro, kong shiu, fushiguro toji, aki hayakawa, himeno, beidou, alhaitham, loid forger

MUSIC . . . red velvet, nct, chappell roan, tripleS, frank ocean, sza, brent faiyaz, pinkpantheress, tyler the creator, aespa, chelmico, poppy, odetari, newjeans, gwsn, the marías

ANIME + MANGA . . . bungou stray dogs, bad thinking diary, komi can’t communicate, bna, angel beats, jujutsu kaisen, chainsaw man, spy x family, high rise invasion, haikyuu

READ THE RULES.

[keiyoomi]

❝ the proposal❞

☾pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x reader;

☾genre: fluff

☾word count: 934 words

☾the request: “can i have a fluff scenario/hcs of sakusa proposing to his s/o...” - @akaashit-baeji

☾note: as i’ve mentioned earlier, i have zero self-control when it comes to writing. thank you for sending a request and ending the angst curse for today. i’ll continue breaking your hearts tomorrow. ah! this post contains timeskip spoilers! also this is unedited sooooo. . .

☾currently playing on repeat: ikaw at ako by moira and jason

SAKUSA KIYOOMI usually head to the shower area after every matches. Especially if you’ll be there to watch him. He would never dreamed of infecting you with any kind of virus or bacteria or germs. But something about that match is different. After their rematch with Schweiden Adlers, he immediately made his way towards you, his arms immediately wrapping around your waist. (You were led by Oliver Barnes to the bench after the game ended.) It not that you have any complains really, it just. . .feel odd.

You right hand caressed his curly hair soothingly as you two sway slowly as if you were rocking a baby to sleep. You two were looking at the screen where their scores were displayed when somebody tapped his arm. Sakusa turned to you before whispering, “I’ll be back. Enjoy watching some of our videos while I clean up, okay?”

He placed a light kiss on your forehead before walking away from you. You looked around, completely confused with the current situation. The fans of Adlers and Jackals didn’t even move from their seats even after the game. ‘Unless they’re also waiting for the ads Sakusa have mentioned earlier.’

One of the security guards gave you a foldable black chair, which you gladly accepted. Then, you sat on it while looking around the court. Few moments later, the lights were suddenly switched off, and then a familiar tune began to play in the background.

“Welcome to MSBY’s channel! This is Hinata Shoyo and—”

“—Sakusa Kiyoomi.”

You snickered upon hearing the lifeless response of your boyfriend, contrary to Hinata’s bubbly way of introducing himself. Sakusa was wearing his MSBY face mask, one that was sold out as soon as it hit the market.

“Today we’ll be able to know more about Sakusa-san.” Shoyo threw one of the cards he was holding somewhere in the room earning a glare from Sakusa. It was noticeable how Shoyo winced upon feeling his senpai’s sharp gaze. “Few days ago, there was a poll on twitter. We’ve asked our fans—your fans—for their input. The result of that poll was surprising, at least according to Miya-san.”

“My poll didn’t even reach that number!” You giggled upon hearing Atsumu’s complain. Everyone in that room—the members of MSBY, you guessed—laughed at his complain earning more whines from the blond setter.

“Three-fourths of the total number of those who voted wanted to know more about your love life.” Shoyo looked at Sakusa with hesitation. “Will that be—?”

“Y/N is fine with that.”

Blush crept on your cheeks upon hearing his response. Hearing MSBY’s supporters cheering and whistling makes you feel more shy.

“First question, when did you met L/N-san?”

“During my final game at Spring Tournament. Don’t pretend you don’t know that.”

“I-I’m not pretending or anything, Sakusa-san!” Hinata responded, clearly taken aback with his senpai. You shook your head at his reaction. Of course, Hinata knew how it all happened. He was right there when Sakusa suddenly approached you, leaning too close and squinting his eyes as if he was looking for something from you.

Hinata cleared his throat before reading the next q-card. “Next question—”

“If it’s about our first date, it was in Tokyo. When your team was invited by Nekoma. When and where did she agreed to become my girlfriend, when our team visited yours. Karasuno didn’t even noticed that one of their beloved managers went out.”

“Sakusa-san, when did you realize that she’s the one?”

You waited for his response, but instead of hearing his reply, the music playing in the background played louder than his voice. Then, the lights were switched on.

Your jaw dropped when you saw the members of MSBY holding a letter. Sakusa was kneeling on top of a black yoga mat in front of his team members, hands holding a black velvet box with a shiny ring inside. You read the whole sentence, only to laugh at the words formed.

‘MARRY ME WILL YOU?’

You immediately approached Sakusa, cupping his cheeks before kissing his lips. He hasn’t popped the question yet, but you’re sure as hell with your answer. It doesn’t even matter if Bokuto and Atsumu’s group jumbled the words. What’s more important is you and the man kneeling in front of you.

“Should I still ask you the question?”

With teary eyes you nodded your head while giggling. “Only if you’ll say their question outloud.”

His eyebrows furrowed before looking at he men behind him. You could hear him curse at his teammates, somewhere along the lines of ‘stupid Atsumu.’

He, then, looked up at you. Eyes were begging, probably for you to drop the jumbled words made by his team, and you did.

“Y/N, you’re the most precious person I’ve ever met in my entire life. I am more than willing to tolerate your personality, but I do appreciate it if you’ll minimize your interaction with Atsumu—”

“Kiyoomi!”

“I’m always looking forward for our adventures together and I would never get tired of you and your weird habits. As long as our kids don’t get your worst quirks—”

“Sakusa Kiyoomi!”

He chuckled. “I’m kidding,” he responded before kissing the back of your hand. “Will you allow me to become the happiest man in this place today? To be your lawfully wedded husband and to be the father of your future children?”

You nodded your head, unable to form any words at the moment. He slipped the ring on your finger before scooping you up and twirling you, earning cheers from everyone inside that gym.

☾taglist: @haikyuu-ink ; @kenchiko ; @agaassi ; @benvo ; @sadsugarplumm ; @yams046 ; @ ; tba (send an ask or dm if you’d like to be added/removed!)

p.s. i’ll edit the taglist later.

[thisisthehardestthing]

18+

SIGNS

Oikawa Tōru x deaf fem!reader

This is written for the Haikyuu HQ NSFW Server Collab! This theme is Mirrors! Please read more in the MASTERLIST HERE. Authors note: porn, with a little bit of plot, but mostly fluffy, consensual porn. Please check out the links throughout the fic for more info :) Special thanks to my wifey, @joyousandverywarlike​ because you’re just an inspiration to me all the damn time and I probably wouldn’t have written this without you, and @elektraeriseros​ for your input and kind words, it means a lot to me <3 x Word count: 1,290 Warnings: vaginal penetration, light choking, creampie.

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You keep your eyes open when he fucks you. 

Oikawa’s smooth face wrinkles up in pleasure, eyebrows knit together, mouth open slightly as he pants with each thrust. You feel his hands on your body, the touch devastating as he holds down your hips, goosebumps shivering up your waist, prickling your nipples and raising all the hairs on your arms. You moan, the noise echoing in your head, seeing black for just a second as the pleasure overwhelms you, before you open them again and watch. The drag of his thick cock is velvet against your walls, luxurious, and you clench to pull him in deeper. Oikawa’s jaw drops, head falling back, eyes boring into yours as he looks down his nose. He forms a ‘c’ with his hands and taps the base of his neck, thumb and index fingers perfectly bouncing against his clavicles. You nod, head stretching back against the pillow.

That same hand wraps around your throat, squeezing lightly, tentatively, and you grab his forearm to press it harder. He understands, tightening his grip until you feel your pulse in your forehead, lips and cunt. It clamps down on him, almost gripping him in place and his thrusts falter for a moment before they pick up in both pace and tenacity.

Fuck, good, so good, so tight, Oikawa shouts out, lips enunciating as he gets lost in the moment, eyes fluttering as they roll into his head to then snap back at you, only to rise up to the ceiling once more. You can hear your whines and calls, Tōru, on your lips, the syllables sounding strange. He leans in close, palm pressing into your windpipe carefully, mouth connecting with your neck to leave sloppy kisses up and down your jaw. The spit sticks to your skin, warm and then cool as he lifts. His hand slips up into your hair and his face hovers right over yours, eyes full of lust, want, desire, before he tastes you. His hips knock against the meat of your inner thighs, pushing out air from your lungs, his pubic bone grinding against your clit for fractions at a time, your hips bucking up.

You drink in the vibrations of his moans, feeling them echo down your throat, multiplying inside you to leave you in a soundless haze. The weight of them is grounding, solidifying and you can hear their cadence as he mouths your name against the sensitive skin of your lips. Your hands are in his hair, the sweat of his scalp moist under your fingertips and you tug, a bite nipping at your lips in response before you yank his head to the right. You devour his jaw, up to his ear, pouring your desire into every kiss for him to feel. It’s tangible, the marks on the column of his throat you left earlier standing out against his pale skin. The silkiness of his hair slips through the gaps of your fingers as they fall, nails scraping lightly at the back of his neck. He doesn’t stop mouthing your name, and even though you can not hear it, it’s beautiful. The motions his mouth moves in are hypnotic and you fall deeper.

You tap the muscle of his back lightly, thrice, and he pulls up, thrusts slowly as he regards you with endless care and curiosity. The mess of your hair, the fucked out look in your eyes; he can see you trying to think and gather the motion in your arms. With a palm, you quickly flip it back and forth, fingers straight and thumb out, mirror. He pulls out of you. You’re empty, cold, for only a moment before his arms circle around your upper back, pulling you up with him, flipping you onto your hands and knees so that you face the mirror hanging on the closet door. You see your reflection in the dim lighting, the wild hair, blossoming marks on your breasts and the eager look in Tōru’s eyes as his long, nimble fingers massage and palm at your raised ass.

This position used to frighten you, not knowing what was happening behind you unless your husband touched you constantly. It was his idea to keep a mirror facing the bed. It’s now your favourite way to reach an orgasm.

He pushes the middle of your upper back, your breasts flattening against the comforter, spine arching for him as the other hand traces the ring of your anus, tantalising you, dipping it into your sopping core before going back to it. You shiver, a crackle erupting down your spine as the head of his cock teases your folds before pressing in slowly; he knows you’re tighter like this, shallower. Your fingers dig into the cotton, the threads marking your knees with lines, and you keep your gaze on his face as his eyes stare down at your impatient opening, pulsing where your bodies join together, slowing inching inside.

The restraint on his features almost makes you fall apart, you push back against him, wanting to feel whole once more. You hear your moan, cheek falling sideways to look up at Tōru behind you. He’s so warm, so hard and you’re putty in his grip.  You bend your elbows, hands clasping loosely behind your head, fingers interlocking as you shake your palms desperately, start. He obliges, pulling out to the edge before thrusting. His balls slap against your mound, and your hands come back to the mattress, pushing down, steadying your rocking body as his pace slowly begins to pick up. Your chin digs down, throat stretched to snap as you peer at his reflection.

He’s so beautiful, sweaty, lost in lust and love, and your thoughts empty as the finger covered in your slick dips slowly into your anus. It’s just the tip, but you cry out, clamping around the cock stretching you across the planes of pleasure. Fuck, your hips match his rhythm, dick hitting against your cervix, dragging sparks that ignite a fire in your belly. There’s a tightening, a growing blaze that can only be calmed by a tumultuous storm that you wish would break. His finger is fully sheathed inside you, pressing down and you see his throat hitch as he feels the pulsing of your walls, his cock moving inside you so vehemently. With his free hand, he sucks on a finger, reaching around to rub your engorged bundle of nerves. Every axon fibre on your body is static, pin-pricking with overstimulation. You don’t know where to focus as you’re attacked on all fronts. He feels so good, you feel so good, fuck, fuck fuck-

A dam breaks, rain pours down and you feel thunder explode inside your womb and mind. You can’t help it as your eyes close, crying out his name, calling for more, less, for him. Your walls pulse around him, coaxing out his orgasm with urgency, and the finger within your ridged anus withdraws to grab the plush of your ass. He thrusts steadily, shallowly, filling you up with warm, white liquid that paints your insides a brilliant white. It’s so soft, so wet, and when he pulls out, your eyes open to see the exhaustion on his features, the smile on his lips. He falls next to you, as usual, pulling you against his chest to slather your forehead and neck with kisses, making you laugh and sigh against him.

His hands trace lazily up your spine, lips press against your forehead and when you pull away, his hands move along with his lips, I love you. You can feel the air of the words drift over you, into you, and you smile, signing back with a kiss,

I love you too.

[fukurodaze]

fukurodaze’s masterlist!

key: ☆ = popular ; ✿ = author’s favs

sugawara koushi

s/o who’s insecure about their looks | headcanons | requested

kageyama tobio

carpet (what are ‘boyfriend things’?) | 1k | fluff, suggestive ➫ kageyama wonders what “boyfriend things” are and whether or not they include kissing.

off-court | 1.3k | fluff | requested ➫ an intimate vignette of you, tobio, and a black velvet box.

perseverance | 0.9k | solo ➫ homesickness and how food helps.

tsukishima kei

[☆] october | 2.7k | fluff, suggestive ➫ “tsukishima” and “high school sweetheart” are a unique combination of words.

[☆] jump serve | 0.5k | fluff ➫ tsukishima gets nervous. well, no shit, of course he gets nervous.

5:30 am | 0.2k | fluff ➫ morning bike dates and ear kisses

yamaguchi tadashi

that one night in march (we went skinny dipping) | 1k | angst ➫ oh, how tadashi wishes he can stop time. the closest he can get to that is squeezing your hand. 

hinata shouyou

like the wind | 0.8k | flangst ➫ it’s simple; life doesn’t always make room for two.

oikawa tooru

[☆] fear of losing | 2k | angst, fluff ➫ you never realised that hurting oikawa tooru meant hurting yourself.

[☆] some days | 2.4k | angst, fluff | requested ➫ tooru’s never felt so unprepared with you.

today (i’m home) | 0.4k | fluff | requested ➫ a fluffy sequel to ‘some days’

s/o who’s insecure about their looks | headcanons | requested

teenage fantasy | 0.6k | fluff, suggestive | requested ➫ when the boy you’ve had a crush on since middle school finally kisses you in a small, secluded closet for lack of better privacy

iwaizumi hajime

beach | 0.6 | fluff ➫ he takes you to a beach, alone. wait... he’s not going to murder you, right?

you are enough | 0.4k | fluff | requested ➫ hajime tells you truths and gives you kisses.

hanamaki takahiro

butterfly | 0.6k | fluff ➫ a night of subtle surprises.

shirabu kenjirou

dump shot | 2.9k | fluff | requested ➫ your baseless crush on shiratorizawa’s starting setter might not be so baseless after all.

ushijima wakatoshi

[✿] peaches | 0.6k | solo ➫ ushijima has a set criteria to finding the best peaches.

6:45 am | 0.4k | fluff | requested ➫ fluffy pancakes are pretty trendy eh?

5:57 pm | 0.2k | fluff | requested ➫ and they had horses...

haiba lev

if i ever get lost | 3.2k | fluff | requested ➫ maybe a bowl of 24-hour ramen might help you relax a bit.

lover | 0.4k | fluff ➫ can i go where you go?

kozume kenma

moonlight | 0.9k | flangst  ➫ kenma thinks you’re not so bad.

s/o who’s insecure about their looks | headcanons | requested

kuroo tetsurou

hoodie | 1k | fluff ➫ gentleman kuroo and his pretty big crush on you.

sophisticated and introverted s/o | headcanons | requested

akaashi keiji

[☆][✿] empty spaces | 0.4k | suggestive ➫ this is what it feels like for lips to travel down skin, for nails to scratch lustfully; gently.

bokuto koutarou

[✿] kidult | 0.4k | fluff ➫ stay here with me

miya atsumu

milestones, journeys, and forevermore | 1k | fluff, angst if you squint ➫ you and atsumu have a two page google doc of possible honeymoon locations.

dancing | 0.8k | fluff  ➫ he becomes a familiar stranger.

[☆] 7:50 am | 0.2k | fluff ➫ he realises he wants to marry you.

you! | 2.1k | fluff | requested  ➫ atsumu may or may not have developed a tiny crush on karasuno’s substitute manager.

suna rintarou

[✿] dance | 0.7k | fluff, angst if you squint ➫ you wish you were sober.

[☆] tryhard | 3.2k | angst, fluff ➫ inarizaki high’s second year trip to kyoto is infamous for its many rendezvous. you just happen to want to follow the trend.

five stars | series | ongoing ➫ that third year cheerleader! reader au x second year athlete! suna au that holds such a special place in my heart

miya osamu

9:12 am | 0.2k | fluff ➫ love makes onigiri for a living

sakusa kiyoomi

showing his s/o he loves them | headcanons

come ‘round | 0.8k | fluff | requested ➫ you find yourself thinking it would be nice to share the night with someone.

hirugami sachirou

smells of sweet satsuma | 0.7k | fluff | requested ➫ let’s grow old together but i need to talk to the wedding planner

third gym squad [bokuto, kuroo, akaashi, tsukishima, hinata, lev]

[✿] taking the ib diploma programme | headcanon

haikyuu captains [daichi, kuroo, oikawa, bokuto, futakuchi, terushima, kita, daishou, ushijima]

chaotic headcanons

200 follower special [iwaizumi, ushijima, hanamaki, kenma, kuroo, atsumu, suna, kageyama]

beach | peaches | butterfly | moonlight | hoodie

milestones, journeys, forevermore | dance

perseverance | dancing

this masterlist will be updated every new work :)

[sativaasiren]

Line without a Hook

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x Reader

Genre: slow burn, fluff

Summary: Y/N is a shy student, but with a cat sized curiosity. Will her curiosity get the best of her when she overhears about Great King and his Kingdom? Will he even notice her in a crowd of adoring fans?

Notes: This is my first fanfic in this fandom! I wanted to write something short and fluffy for those who love the rush of a new crush. Might do another few chapters of this! Thanks for reading :)

It started off with an overheard conversation. You never were a sports person, let alone someone who attended the games at your school for any sport. It was loud, somewhat crowded, and to be frank, you never cared enough to learn about any of the rules so you could enjoy the game.

The girl who sat in front of you leaned over on break and started loudly chatting to who you assume is her best friend. “Are you going to see the volleyball game tonight? I heard the great king is going to be there!”.

Her friend exhaled through her nose. “Why would that matter to me? YOU’RE the one who thinks he’s so cute”.

“I know, but I don’t want to go alone! I won’t have the nerve to go up to him and wish him luck. I think he’s the best one on the court”.

You were paying attention to the two girls and their exchange. You were curious about this so-called “king”. Was he really all that he was cracked up to be?

“Fine, we’ll go together but you owe me next time, Chi”.

The one called Chi danced in her seat and then proceeded to gush over the King until break was over.

You spent all day imaging what this great king looked like, what made him so special. The curiosity was killing you, you had to go to the game.

You wanted to go home and get changed out of your school clothes, but you didn’t think you had the time and strangely, you didn’t want to miss anything. Going to the bathroom, you scrutinized yourself, pinching at your face and tightening your (h/c) ponytail. The new scrunchie was cute and soft but not as sturdy as you’d like for your hair.

Would you love me the same?

You grabbed your bag and rushed out of the bathroom, heading to the gym. Your thoughts were facing, trying to mentally prepare yourself for every possible outcome, including the most likely outcome of you leaving the game bored.

You were wrong.

When you got into the gym, you had a moment of internal panic. There were a large amount of people here, and it was overwhelming. You really weren’t as prepared as you had hoped you’d be. Finding a seat in the back of the bleachers, you steeled yourself and waited for the King to appear.

Had their not been a large uproar when he had entered, you wouldn’t have even known it was him to begin with. To you, he was cute, but just a regular high schooler. He wasn’t as royal as you had assumed but he was indeed captivating. You watched him greet his cheering fans and beam his 100-watt smile and the entire time, you never stopped watching him.

I can feel all my bones coming back and I'm craving motion

How did he manage to engross you so much? You even lost track of time watching him and only realized how long it had been once he gets in his spot on the court.

He was incredible. “This is why they call him the King huh?” you mumbled to no one. He could calculate every single move, it was as if he was psychic. Even at points in the game when his team was no longer in the lead, he never really showed anyone he was bothered. Always smiling, and always sharp. You had to keep track of your breathing, you were afraid you’d stop once you weren’t paying attention again. Your skin was flushed on the cheeks, and you were starting to sweat.

“What the hell is wrong with me? He’s just a guy”. You were trying to bring yourself back into reality but something about him, made you finally resonate with the girl from class.

it’s a curse and it’s growing

You watched the game with wonder, even while knowing nothing about what the players were doing or even his team’s name, but you watched.

The game felt so short, a moment in time, and not hours. You watched him get in line to shake hands and you feel your legs starting to shake. Battling your instincts, you moved to stand up when he headed back to speak to his fans. Your legs felt like they’d fall out from under you but still, you persisted. Once you had gotten to him, you heard everyone around him congratulate his winning point, but you didn’t speak.

He noticed. He noticed the shy, quiet girl standing among the riled up crowd and turned to face her. “Hi there, little cutie, I’m Tooru Oikawa. It’s always a pleasure to meet my fans. What’s your name?”.

The noise and sound around you silenced. You could only hear his voice and a soft buzzing noise. If you were concerned about your breathing before, you certainly weren’t breathing now. Mouth slightly open, you took a beat and said. “I’m Y/N, this is my first game.”

Oikawa smirked and looked you dead in the eyes. “Did you come to see me, Y/N?”.

You managed a nod and he turned back towards the entire group. “Sorry ladies, I have to go for now but I hope to see you all soon!”. Girls groaned and sighed loudly and started to pack up and leave but you didn’t move. Oikawa was walking away, back to you and the thing holding your vocal chords hostage finally let go. “W-Wait!” Your voice cracked but you were finally able to get a word out.

Oikawa turned around, curious. You hastily grabbed the black velvet scrunchie from your hair and scrambled over to him. “I’m not sure why but I want you to h-have this!”. Oikawa reached out and gently grazed your hand, taking the offering from you.

“Thanks, Y/N. I hope to see you soon”. Oikawa continued out of the gym, and you’re still stuck in place. “Why am I acting like this? He’s just a guy”. Shaking your head, you corrected yourself.

he’s a king, and I’m just a line without a hook

Oikawa slipped the scrunchie on his wrist when he had a moment to sit down, away from the prying eyes of his teammates. Admiring it, he rotated his arm back and forth, just to deduce how this new fan ticked. He carefully raised his wrist to his nose and inhaled.

“Strawberries. Y/N smells like strawberries”.

Link to full fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28001310