BlackwordWerewolf

Head bent low when being spoken to; a sign of rejection, or defeat. “Kuroo, did I hear you say that something was burning?” you asked him as he looked forward, unresponsive. “Kuroo, snap out of it! What were you talking about? Is your food burnt?” you shouted into his ear as he spaced out for the fourth time for the day. You slowly stuffed your mouth with some of his food, noticing nothing wrong with it as you did so. “What are you thinking of, Kuroo?” Not paying any heed to your question, he smirked, making a question of his own, “Really, (Y/n), why are you so worried?” It only took a sentenc

Nothing but the usual occasional swearing... so beware. I know it hurts. As you walked down the unlit halls of the abandoned Shiganshina highschool you couldn't help but wonder what the hell you were doing here, in an abandoned and rumored to be haunted school. 'Oh that's rights that idiot Reiner dared me to and Hanji had told you the penalty for not playing would be to confess to Jean...my best friend, who doesn't even like me like that' Yeah. You were pretty pissed and to top it all off you were lost. The school was huge and Hanji had given you a shoddy flashlight, which flickered occasionally, which would send you into panic attacks. So h

[please read the description] Age 9: “Hm, if I crawl over there then I can sit on those pillows… but there’s a puddle! Ah, stupid rain!” you grumble, pulling your blanket over your shoulders like a cape and crawling through the attic space, book in hand. On your journey, you pass all manner of things - on your left, old, ratty, but familiar furniture that your family had been storing for a while, on your right, boxes of old electronics, toys and stacks upon stacks of books. But all you care about right now is the little space in between them - not high enough for you to walk through, but just high enough for you to

In his hand was a small bag, he tugged on the strings to open the bag. You got up from you seat and walked towards him, you placed your hand into the bag and pulled out a folded piece of paper. You unfolded the paper and read the name... "Grell," you say. Out of the corner of your eye you could see the bluenette's butler give a slight sigh and smirk, unsure of what smirk was for you decided to ignore it. A flash of red then filled your vision as the person who decided to play this game leaped into the air, once he had landed he spun on the heel of his foot before lowering into a deep bow in front of you. The wheat haired Earl muttered somet

She entered the flat and a delicious smell welcomed her. Following her nose, she reached the kitchen, where a half-naked Taiga, wrapped in a simple apron was occupied with pans and pots. “Hey.” “Welcome home. I’m making something for you. Go change and sit at the table.” Smiling happily, she followed his orders. “Tonight I’m taking care of you”, he said, his husky voice sending chills down her spine. A plate of mouthwatering seafood linguini was placed in front of her, accompanied by a glass of white wine. Sitting across the table from her, he took the apron off, gifting her with unobstructe

There were many annoying assholes in this world. You came to realize that, especially more than ever since you've been living in Ikebukuro. It was a bustling city, and with that, a bunch of underlying violence was spawned. It was your personal mission to steer clear of that. However, a man who you were starting to slowly despise enjoyed roping you into dangerous activities. You'd continue spewing out your deep rooted hatred for him, if it weren't for a cough triggered by your cold. How did you get this cold? Simple. The ultimate asshole himself - Izaya Orihara. He didn't give it to you himself, but he managed to create an awful situation th

"I challenge you to a game of volleyball!" Naruto pointed a finger at Sasuke, eyes blaring with fiery determination. "Hn," was Sasuke's reply. He didn't make a move to acknowledge Naruto was talking to him. You sighed. Sometimes you felt sorry for Naruto. Although you have a major crush on Sasuke, it doesn't mean you can't sympathize with Naruto. There was just something about Naruto… Nah, Sasuke's cooler. "Sasuke, let's play volleyball. It's been a while ne?" you smiled at Sasuke. Although you have a crush on Sasuke, you never showed it. Perhaps it's the personality of yours. Whenever anyone got too close, physically or mentally, yo

I know there isn't a lot of Saitama fans out there but I'm one of them and I made a x Reader for you guys so happy holidays from me and have a good year Readers POV I was walking away from the super market and I have mountains of bags in my hands, what can I say there was a huge sale on food. I kept walking and I bumped into a tall egg? "I'm sorry" the bald man replied as he grabbed my stuff off the ground. I smiled with out looking up at him "It's ok" I say and I stood up to meet his eyes and I gasped. "Hey! Are you Saitama? The famous One Punch Man?" I yelled quietly. I didn't wanted to attracted monsters or any people (barely people wer

There he was. The most popular kid in class. (insert handsome boy name). Every girl swooned over him, but you had no way to walk up to him and just say “Hi. I’m (F/n) (L/n), and I like you.” You blushed at the thought. Yeah, no way in hell were you doing that. You went to the bathroom to clear up your feelings. Upon entering you see a strange number spray painted on the wall.  Need help? Call this number and Yatogami will be there in no time! Is what it said. Curious, you took out your phone hesitantly, and slowly dialed the number, and then putting the phone to your ear. After one ring, you heard a voice. “Hello

Warning, this is absolute CRACK and SMUT. It's not really adult, but it's R-16. You have been warned. There he sat. Crossed arms, sulking and ignoring everyone. It was no secret that Ranpo was not happy since he started dating you. Why? Because you didn't spoil him enough, and often reprimanded him for his childish actions. Dazai sat on the sofa, doing nothing like always and chuckled at Ranpo's sulking. “She didn't let you fuck her yet, huh?“ he asked, making Tanizaki drop a file in utter embarrassment of the topic. The older black haired male turned away, offended. “Shush.“ he answered and sighed. “Ne, Ranpo

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[Noiz x Reader] French Kissing [AU!] [TW: Kissing, Buttons] ------------------------------------ Intro: ------------------------------------ You looked down the alley way and ran down it. You were apart of the team Ruff Rabbit, a Rhyme team. The leader Noiz, was one of your bestfriends as you worked as an information broker. Ruff Rabbit ruled the back alley behind the junk shop and the streets as information tellers. You knew what-was-what on a keyboard, you knew anything about firewalls, you knew everything about Rhyme. Noiz didn't seem happy a lot, unless he was in Rhyme. You liked him, a lot, but there was zero way to prove that he liked