Flan is Much Sweeter ~ Fran x Reader (KHR)Warning: sensuality mentioned, though nothing obscene
"I love chocolate." Lips part as a broken square of dark chocolate slips onto a soft, pink tongue.
Dull eyes watch silently as the sweet contraption lands onto that soft appendage. Green tensely views the chocolate melt slowly before a velvety mouth closes. The chocolate now gone from sight, emotionless orbs look up to meet closed eyes, shut from the bliss provided by the expensive treat. A small groan escapes from across as the melted confection slides down a lax throat. He observes the way that same throat slightly bobs as chocolate is swallowed. A subtle blush—so subtle the normal person wouldn't notice—flares upon puffed cheeks. But Fran isn't normal.
"Can I have some, kouhai?"
Sparkling eyes blink open at the illusionist. They silently rake the young man up and down with a judging glare. A feminine voice begins to echo throughout the Varia Headquarter’s lounge. It bounces off the expensive walls;
Soulmates [Nishiki x Reader]
“There’s something I need to tell you, Nishiki.”
You keep on walking, Hideyoshi and Kaneki’s words being the only sound your ears could hear. Well, that was until the blonde mentioned a certain bespectacled upperclassman. The other hundred of voices that talked animatedly were like whispers, as you felt your mind wonder in the caves that were your memories.
“I have to tell you something, too.”
“And then he said I was wrong! Can you believe it [Name]-chan?” The human called for you.
“Oh, ah, yes. I mean, no.” You changed your answer immediately after examining his features. Your brows furrowing as you talked. “You are never wrong, Hideyoshi-kun.”
“She wasn’t listening.” Kaneki laughed.
The two males started laughing at you, and you could only apologize. It wasn’t like you weren’t paying attention on purpose. It was his fault actually. They didn’
Gilgamesh x Reader: I always get what I want
"Leaving already?" the blonde man smirks. Sitting on your bed is the one and only Gilgamesh, drinking wine gracefully from a golden cup. Honestly, the arrogant king really is becoming a nuisance.
With your back towards the man you don't bother looking at him as you reply with a hmph! "You're really starting to get on my nerves!" you shout, as you grab a spoon on the wooden desk nearby and pivot your body to spear the object at his face. To your dismay--yet to your expectation--he stopped the spoon with just his pointer finger and thumb, his features showing no surprise, as he did not even blink. How you wish you had at least a fork, or better yet a knife, to throw at his face. Maybe then he'd at least flinch.
"I see." A wide sinister grin slowly spread across his face. "You dare to disobey me," he chuckles. "Very well. You may be stubborn, but that obstinate nature of yours intrigues me." His goblet of wine dissipates into the air. He rises from the bed and makes his
[Epithet | Kaneki Ken]
He wasn't sure at first, he thought it was just a feeling, then the feeling grew bigger. But now he was sure that he loved her, he knew he couldn't but the thought of her just made him love her even more. Then there was the part where she would always come to the small little cafè he worked at.
Every inch of her he loved, the smile she would flash everytime he would take her order, the sound of her small giggles that would fill his ears when he would stumble on his words while taking her order.
There wasn't anything that he didn't like about her.
If only he didn't go on that one date with the now dead, Rize.
If he didn't, then he would still be a normal human, living a normal life.
Then he would be able to be with her instead. Even if they were together right now, she would sooner or later find out that he was actually a ghoul. The thought of it made his heart ache. "Oi! Kaneki! Get back to work, what're you doing?" Touka's voice penetrated his thoughts.
"U-uh, yeah!" Kanek
Kaneki Ken x Reader |Opening Words| Soulmate!AU
It's happening, it's finally happening.
Kaneki had woken up this morning, only to find something was off. He glances down at his wrist, as he does everyday, hoping to see words etched on. However, after a continuous string of disappointment, words finally appeared.
He stares in awe at it. The handwriting isn't all that elegant, but he feels too much delight to even care. He reads the words written on his pale skin with glee:
"The next person that asks me for an autograph is getting a pen up their ass."
Maybe his soulmate was having a bad day? He laughs nervously. This person sounds like they would be intimidating. He doesn't do all that well around intimidating people. But, if the universe or whatever power declares them his soulmate, who is he to say no?
The dark-haired boy shakes his head. He should try his best to not worry over this. After all, the entire soulmate ordeal has been drowning his senses for years.
He gets ready for the morning, and as usual, heads to Kami
Extricated - [Ayato Kirishima x Ghoul!Reader]
Warning: The following content contains gore, violence and coarse language. Also, this story is set in the Tokyo Ghoul:re timeline. Therefore, Ayato won't be nowhere near as brash as he was in Tokyo Ghoul Manga/Anime.
Standing still atop the roof of a building under the foreboding night sky, you scan the streets for remaining CCG investigators. The refreshing scent of blood that corrupts the alleyways and the concrete sidewalks lingers in the air. But, you do not take a moment of your time to revel in the taste of said liquid. Nor do you bother feasting upon the corpses of your enemies. Because right now, the only thing that matters to you, along with the other members of the Aogiri Tree, is to root out all doves in the area as soon as possible.
Your patience withers by the minute; your features twist into a menacing scowl, left hand curling into a fist. Indeed, you are a mere underling, but this mission, just like any other, is so much more personal to you
|Attention| Ferid Bathory x Fem!Reader You couldn’t stay away, even though your family had told you time and time again that he was just another beastly bloodsucker. Ferid Bathory held your attention in the most peculiar way. He wasn’t like the other nobles that you had come across.
He was eccentric and flashy… and just a little bit odd.
And you were undoubtedly his for the taking. You held no resentment or resistance towards the vampire.
How could you?
He was just too beautiful to deny.
You sighed, tilting you head back even further against the wall. His fangs ghosted over your flesh as he took in your scen
Perseverance (day 17) you
closed, deep breath,
picturing your dream;
grasp it, hold it, cling to it
and start living it, step by step
climbing up the ladder to the sky
where your hope lingers in white cotton clouds,
do not get scared by people’s whispers
they do not know what makes you tick
how your heart elates on heights
craving the rush of life –
shut them out, ignore
the passers by
just keep on
the raving masterpiece there's nothing James Dean about this feeling
all I can do is absorb and absorb
like some sort of over-soaked driftwood
battered by the lightning and cliffs;
I can hardly keep my mind off you,
never mind my hands and eyes
the calling of the w i l d, the howling moon
crashing tidal waves and thundering hooves
hurricanes and whirlpools, vicious -
a mixing bowl of elemental chaos
and I live in its eye, completely lost
save for the sunshine above me,
11/447: Insomniac the pitch of twilight
is meant to deaden your mind
until you are fit to resume life;
was not that night
and I am kept alive
until deemed worthy enough
to enter that eclipsing realm.
braver than they whistling tunes, forgot to lock the door
kicked the mailbox as you walked by,
waving at the cat-caller
you walked from your world, all over the floor
you never heard the threats,
glazing over the oncoming storm
'love is love' you said with a smile,
the hissed response, 'it'll leave you deformed!'
what could creatures of hate
know of love,
when their practice is incestuous
summer memoriesup-ended sand castles,
kicking beach balls in the air
where did the summers go, my dear,
and how did we end up here?
diamonds sprinkled over the sea,
Lucy nowhere to be found,
can you truly love the nighttime
when I'm the only one who makes a sound?
I kept those letters from moons ago
the ones you told me to hide away
perhaps under my bed, underneath the floor
you were always straight and narrow
in love with my wind,
I made us sing, through the summer nights,
where you would find me and make love
"Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting "Holy shit... what a ride!" - Unknown|
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