Oculus Rift {Uta x Reader} (Oneshot) by SoloCrimson, literature
Literature
Oculus Rift {Uta x Reader} (Oneshot)
Tokyo Ghoul: Uta x Ghoul!Reader {Oneshot - Request}
{A/N: Reader-Chan is wearing glasses because of the funny moments + I've forgotten that not everyone is wearing glasses XD Pardon my ignorance, Emma-chan XP
Monophobia [Tsukiyama x Reader] by TheNobodyofaSOLDIER, literature
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Monophobia [Tsukiyama x Reader]
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ZUw78FXpG4 Please listen while you read!)
You knew something was wrong.
Tsukiyama Shuu made multiple surprise appearances to your college recently. As soon as you uttered one word of your school distresses, he was there, a red rose between his pretty, long fingers, romantic words pieced together to pull you from your slump. Not a trace of shame adorned his person. You loved that about him. You envied that bursting aplomb and grace weaved into his very being, that confidence it took to pull you into his embrace, muttering words of love into your ear without a single care in the world. As if by his own magic,
Prurio [Tsukiyama x Reader] by TheNobodyofaSOLDIER, literature
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Prurio [Tsukiyama x Reader]
[Tsukiyama’s perspective]
The simplest of minds would say that partaking of food is nothing more than source of fuel, a source of ineffectual comfort, a mindless engagement of mouth to esophagus for the pettiest of excuses.
Imbéciles.
So many humans fail to comprehend the undeserved privileges bestowed on them. So open are they to a world of delight, an esoteric abundance of taste, flavor, savor, yet they refuse to take such a perfect opportunity to explore this universe of possibility.
Partaking of a meal should be so much more than just ingesting of substance - a repast must incorporate every sense, the manner in which it is
Touka Kirishima x Reader |Eskimo Kiss| by Attackonfanfiction, literature
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Touka Kirishima x Reader |Eskimo Kiss|
"Come on, please? Just once! That's all I ask."
"N-no way! It's way too embarrassing."
It seems that your seemingly convincing ways were useless here. Touka stands in front of you - flustered at what you previously mentioned - and crosses her arms across her chest. You puff your cheeks, in a weak attempt to elicit some pity from the girl's behalf. Still, she doesn't even budge from her previous decision.
"It's not that big of a deal," you huff, "It isn't even an actual kiss! It's only our noses touching for a bit. Doesn't that sound cute?" you pry further. Touka shakes her head, eyebrows relaxing into an unimpressed look. 'Why is it called
Touka x Reader - static by pumpkin-milk, literature
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Touka x Reader - static
No one answered the door when I knocked, so I let myself in.
I called to her.
"Touka!"
She was silent, but I knew she was there.
I could feel her.
"Touka!"
I looked in the coat closet. I looked behind the sofa. There was a mug on the coffee table. The coffee was black, untouched.
I went to her room. It was empty. I looked in her closet. She wasn't there. I knew she was somewhere.
I lay down on her bed. I heard her breathing beneath me.
"Touka?"
I got on the ground. On my hands and knees.
"Is there room for two under there?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
"Would it be alright if I tried?"
"I guess."
I could barely squeeze myself u
Flustered [Uta x Reader] by AMereAberration, literature
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Flustered [Uta x Reader]
Note:
>AU where R is an art student, while Uta is a model.
>I own nothing but the text
>Requested by Miyopo (https://www.deviantart.com/miyopo)
Warning:
>Profanities
>Raging Hormones
>Nudity
Flustered
You walk into the lecture hall at exactly seven for class, quite deprived of sleep, as per usual. So, naturally, you don’t notice the impossibly beautiful man that stands beside your professor until he begins stripping.
For the briefest moment, your under-oxygenated brain wonders why the hell was there a stripper in the fucking lecture hall. Then, your train of thought briefly wanders to what strippers do exactly, aside – of course – from stripping
live vivaciously. | tsukiyama shuu by shoujodere, literature
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live vivaciously. | tsukiyama shuu
vivacious;
(adj.) attractively lively and animated.
“Ah~! Mademoiselle[*1] [Surname], it truly is a wonderful honor to have a little conversation with you in this love cafe,” Tsukiyama says dramatically—too dramatically, much to the girl's annoyance. She picked up the mug and took a sip of her own coffee and ignored—or at least, tried to, as he continued talking to himself.
“I didn't ask you to come and sit with me,” [Name] grumbles.
“Well, I couldn't just leave a lonely dame to sit by herself in this beautiful, sunny day, now could I?” he says, the smile—that sickening, sadistic, smil