SwaggOverlord

"Everyone is alone, [Last]-san." How could you say these words held no truth? It was no form of bribery. He simply spoke what was true, and left. He left you there, flustered, sputtering, and unable to retort. And most of all, it left you with a sense of frustration. He placed a spark within your mind, and left it to grow. When the timing was right, he even tended to the flame - carefully placing his ideals and words to fuel the ever growing fire. That burnt you to the point you were driven to track him down. Everything had been a blur up until now. Your job, your life, even your hue; it felt as if everything was clouded. You could only s

Rin Matsuoka x Reader Fingers running through his maroon hair, [Name] let her fingertips brush against his scalp, sending a pleasurable tingle down his spine. A soft giggle escaped through her lips, her eyes trained on the serene look on Rin’s face as he lay on her lap. Picking up several locks of his silky tresses, she started moving her hands to start an intricate braid, a peaceful silence hanging in the air before an indolent voice drawled out, “What are you doing?” His pending question was answered with a playful grin, left unseen to his closed eyes. The subtle tugs on his hair was enough for him to stiffen, a toothy

«Aww babe, don’t be like this.» Reiner, your boyfriend of 4 years pouted to you. «Reiner, don’t be such a baby.» You tried to stay as serious as possible, but you couldn’t help the small smile forming on your lips. Reiner was currently trying to get you to wear a ‘new outfit’ he got you. This outfit consisted of a very very short maid dress and a very very revealing thong. «C’mooooon, please please please! Your ass would look amazing in this!» You blushed at his comment and looked at the dress in his hands. «I don’t know, maybe later tonight.» Your boyfrie

Once again, it was that time of the year. Colorful assortments of lights decorated the outside of homes and businesses. Children chased each other, screaming and launching snowballs through the air. The streets were overcrowded with shoppers looking for the perfect last-minute gifts at the best prices possible. Cheerful holiday-themed music played throughout almost every store. Shivering slightly, you pulled your scarf closer to your face and slipped your gloves back on before gathering several store bags filled with newly purchased items and stepping out onto the snow-covered sidewalk. Normally, you weren't a huge fan of celebrating the hol

WARNING: This is a bit mature, and a few dirty things are definitely implied. Just warning you, in case you're sqeamish, but there are NO descriptive scenes. *** He's your English teacher. You know quite well that you shouldn't have this massive crush on him; for once, he is twenty-four, and you're seventeen. That alone should clue you in that this is hella wrong. However, you can't help your feelings…or the way your heart speeds up when you see him. "(Name)," he says gently, becoming quite aware that you weren't completely in the room with the rest of the class. Your mind is somewhere else, daydreaming about what it'd be like if he

   The sun is hot on your skin, and sunglasses shield your eyes from the rays. It’s great. It’s beautiful.    Being an Avenger has its perks, one of which is having Tony as a best friend, along with the rest of the team… and Loki you suppose. He stayed with everyone at the tower, and you didn’t really mind him. He actually really grew on all of you, which was surprising. Within a month of him moving in, you all had dinner together almost every night and had a weekly party night (Friday) and a weekly hangover day (Saturday). No one really knew how much the Asgardians could hold until the first party night, and follow

         Lilac-scented shampoo permeated the air as Jack stepped out of the shower, the aroma making him feel a bit euphoric. Drops of water flew from the tips of his shaggy brown hair as he quickly shook his head, brushing his bangs out of his hollow eyes. Grabbing a fluffy towel, he set to drying himself off, and soon only his hair remained wet. He debated only for a moment before deciding against using the loud blowdryer and instead just put a towel around his shoulders as he left the bathroom.         [Name] was sitting in the living room with a book when he emerged from his bedroom, now fully clo

          The sun was setting on this hot summer day, and though you could no longer see it in the sky, it dominated the atmosphere with its dying red blaze, defining the clouds in shades of pink and deepening purples. Soon the cotton puff clouds would disperse into trailing wisp before completely disappearing to reveal a starry sky. Perfect for what you had in mind tonight. In about thirty minutes the red would bleed into lavender, which would then slip into deeper shades of indigo as stars frosted the sky in a bedazzling gesture of grand proportions. Tonight was a new moon, so no light should disturb the surprise you planned for tonight. Bu

Renge. You absolutely loathed that girl. It had all started a very short while ago. You had simply been standing with your friends in Music Room #3, next to Kyoya, all of you watching Tamaki's continuous attempts to woo the newest addition to the club, Haruhi. A perfectly normal day in the Host Club, really. That was, until, Haruhi had noticed the petite girl watching the group of you from behind the doorframe. Hikaru and Kaoru went to greet her, and Tamaki, always eager, was not far behind. You furrowed your brows, turning to Kyoya to ask if he knew who she was, until your attention was immediately drawn back to the door. "No! Don't touch

Disclaimer: I own neither Hetalia nor you…One day that'll change…One…day… When someone phones your house at two in the morning, that someone won't be telling you something you like. You knew this to be a fact…Which was why you contemplated letting the call go to the answering machine. You had been in the middle of a nice, restful slumber when that damn shrill ringing woke you. Even if you did pick up the call, you would sound far too grouchy to make any civil conversation. Don't answer…you repeated in your head, like a mantra. Don't answer. Don't answer. Don't answer. But, when your imagination led you to thi

"Everyone is alone, [Last]-san." How could you say these words held no truth? It was no form of bribery. He simply spoke what was true, and left. He left you there, flustered, sputtering, and unable to retort. And most of all, it left you with a sense of frustration. He placed a spark within your mind, and left it to grow. When the timing was right, he even tended to the flame - carefully placing his ideals and words to fuel the ever growing fire. That burnt you to the point you were driven to track him down. Everything had been a blur up until now. Your job, your life, even your hue; it felt as if everything was clouded. You could only s