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have nikolai!

Something meh I wrote for luca, def not my best work due to stress lol

Rated Explicit | Warning: oral (reader receiving), light (very) electro stimulation

Silence. Late evening it usually is quiet in the dormitory area of the manor. The occasional sound of Luca tinkering though but nothing else. Dark and silent, you creep towards the door before you go still in front of the door. He told you if you ever could not sleep, you could join him in his room.

Usually, you stay there listening to him work. The ambiance of an inventor at work is rather soothing and amusing when shouts “Ow!” when he messes up a wire or two. Luca is tenacious and ambitious, though he does not remember much and often forgets to the point he has to journal everything important, he is like the spark of electricity fighting to find a connection.

Currently, though, he is not working when you come to visit. After an intense match with the new hunter Ivy, he had just finished bathing and greeted you with only his pajama pants on, hair wet, and for the first time, you see the scars of what electricity can do to the body.

The Decoder lets you in though it is inappropriate given his both lack of clothing and how late it is, something you both never cared about like some others do.

He sits on his bed and resumes drying his hair with a damp towel, idle chatter as you sit on the poorly maintained couch. It is not uncomfortable but definitely has seen better days. You lay on it while talking, him keeping the conversation going as you expect of a former aristocrat.

Though he was from a family of wealth, and clearly educated, you never felt how you do around Frederick or Edgar… Uncomfortable. The sort of peacock-ness air about them that often makes you not acknowledge even when waiting for a match. In the matches, of course, you help but post you are immediately getting away from them. Luca does not give you that feeling and maybe it is because he has “fallen from grace” sort of speak, or maybe he is just likable.

“You stare a lot these days.” Teasing, he likes to flirt when in the mood.

“Can't help it,” As your eyes shift to his face, “Does It hurt?”

He looks at his chest, his eyes staring hard, “It gets irritated but not so much hurting.” Then looking up, then pointing at the table near the couch, “Those usually help.” Bandages with a bottle next to them.

“Can I help?”

“If you want, you don't have to.” The shyness is unlike him yet you figure it is because no one has seen him like this.

It was unexpectedly intimate, you did anticipate being so close to him using the ointment and applying the bandages would create a new situation. You have been close to both dancing, patching each other during matches, hell, sharing the same bed when you both could not sleep. It was like you are seeing the vulnerable Luca Balsa, not the inventor but a man who is fragile and lost trying to achieve something beyond himself.

When you kiss him it is funny the shock of low-grade electricity that zaps you both, the laughter is sweet and silly.

Luca does not want that to end the moment he has thought of for many days and is trying to build the nerve to get here. He ushers you lay on the bed, his thin frame on top of you. The partly wet brown hair is like curtains blocking your peripheral vision, you can only see Luca and his smiling face. Kissing your lips, face, neck, and a few hickeys on the way down to your chest; the second to remove your shirt before he is on you again.

By the time he is between your legs, your body feels a buzz from his uncontrollably electrical minor shocks and his skillful hands and mouth. Your hands in his messy hair gripping it with one hand as your other hand grips the pillow behind your head.

thank you @dulcifiedjaws for your tags that put this mental image in my head

Back from the dead…?

And it's also shown in Shin's memory thing(when you give him the lantern at chap3) he mentions about him seeing Midori as an older brother!

Hello, yttd fan. I've heard you enjoy both shin tsukimi and midori's characters. In front of you is a pencil and a sheet of paper. Right now I will show you multiple scenes from the game that talk about shin and midori, which include:

Shin having a panic attack upon seeing a photo of Midori

AI Shin talking about how Midori enjoyed seeing him scared

Midori saying he wants to kill Shin and considering it a display of affection

Midori immediately killing AI Shin when he showed some semblance of independence

Now, using the pencil and paper, you will write your thoughts about these scenes. If your notes conclude that Shin and Midori are a cute healthy couple, imply that there's no power imbalance in this character dynamic, or use the words "toxic yaoi" at any point, I will activate the mechanism which will drop this church organ on your head. Good luck.

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— I’MA TEAR OUT YOUR HEART, IT’LL ALWAYS BE MINE

RECEIVERS。stalker!nikolai gogol x fem!reader

WISHCARD。“Come and fetch me, you said. Oh, you can’t imagine how turned on I am when you invited me so. You even shouted in front of everybody else, like I was already yours to begin with. I was so excited, I needed to chase you right at that second.”

BOUQUET。stalker au, 18+ content, dark content, harsh languages, very dubious consent, predator/prey dynamics, threats, manipulation, rough make-out session, masochism, slapping, object penetration, toxic relationship, degradation kink, obsessive behaviour, inspired by a scene in haunting adeline, dead dove do not eat (please read add. notes here)

PRICE。approx. 14.7k+

FREEGIFT。haunted (isabel larosa), help (isabel larosa), runrunrun (dutch melrose)

OTHER SHOP。available on AO3

❝ That bastard is still outside of my house. 

It has been almost several weeks, and each week, he made his effort to come and stalk the fuck out of me. He just stands there outside of my window where lights could not reach him. And I can’t believe he has the massive balls to come inside my house when I was sleeping. 

He lurks in the dark like a fucking creep. I don’t know what the fuck he’s doing out there, just watching me every time I have something to do in my OWN living room. 

For all I know, he could’ve been jerking himself off watching me. Disgusting.

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Blushing and kicking my feet

HEAR ME OUT

AKITO ON A SPORTS FESTIVAL TRYING TO IMPRESS HIS CRUSH WHILE HES IN A FOOTBALL COMPETITION🎉🎉🎉🎉

A LONG AWAITED ONE I hope the og requester and everyone else who wanted to see this likes this !! <3

♡ SPORTS FESTIVAL - Akito Shinonome x Reader

Now, Akito is a pretty athletic guy. He plays soccer, and is definitely willing to try other sports if it means getting to compete

Having said that, there was a new passion in his eyes as he got ready for the sports festival. He'd shrug it off if asked, but there was really only one reason for it

It was you, his really cute crush who he knew was going to the sports festival, and he'd be damned if he didn't impress you at least a bit

The day of the sports festival rolls around, and Akito gets nervous. Should he ask you to watch him? Should he just run out there and hope he does well enough to impress you?

He goes to whatever sport you happen to be standing the closest to, which is football. Although he's better at soccer, he feels pretty confident in his throwing abilities

He actually does surprisingly well, all things considered. Only a few people are better or at his level

He finds a pretty nice groove in the competition, but soon enough, he meets your gaze, and he simply has to pause for a bit

Your eyes were sparkling as you watched him, and he felt like he could hear your cheers over everyone else's in the festival

He immediately looks away to focus on the competition, but you would never know how fast his heart was racing because of your smile

He definitely looks good out there on the field, his gaze focused and determined, his body moving around with ease, the small and sure grin on his face...

At the end of the day, the results don't matter too much to him (well they kind of do, he is competitive after all), he's more nervous to see your reaction

You go to congratulate him, and he grins at you, leaning a bit closer to mumble, "It was all for you," in your ear before turning to talk his friends

You definitely can't see it because he turned his back, but his face goes absolutely red, and he feels so flustered that he can barely speak <3

Easily startled

Mr. Crawling had a habit of scaring you senseless, though you knew deep down he didn’t mean to. His silent, almost ghostly movements often left you screaming in terror when you turned to find him right behind you. There were times his unintentional jump scares hit so hard you felt your eyes sting with tears, trembling from the shock of it.

For example, one night, at two a.m, you left the safety of your bed to get a glass of water. The hallway was pitch black, and your only guide was the faint moonlight filtering through the windows. You didn’t bother flipping on the lights, groggily shuffling toward the kitchen. But halfway down the hall, your sleepy haze shattered.

A towering figure stood at the end of the corridor, barely illuminated by the pale light. Your heart stopped. Mr. Crawling was standing upright. Not crouched low as usual—his impossibly tall frame stretched into the dark.

A shaky gasp escaped your lips, and he tilted his head ever so slightly as though he didn’t understand your fear. Then came the soft, unnerving giggle that sent you over the edge. You screamed, stumbling backward until you hit the wall.

The sound must’ve startled him because he immediately crouched back down, his long hair brushing the floor as he crept toward you. When he emerged from the shadows, his usual eerie grin was gone, replaced by a rare expression: a deep, regretful frown.

“Im sorry...” he muttered, his voice broken and low. “No scare. I promise”

You pressed a hand to your chest, struggling to steady your racing heart. Mr. Crawling inched closer, his long arms hesitant as he reached toward you. Finally, he wrapped them around you in an awkward, apologetic embrace.

“No stand again. I promise,” he said softly, almost solemnly.

From that night on, he made an effort to announce himself, muttering things like, "Human. Im here” as he moved around. While he still caught you off guard occasionally, his efforts made you feel safer—and maybe even a little less afraid.