hi! :] my name is west or crescent! welcome to my blog (16+) for mainly oc x canon and x reader/yumeship shenanigans. i do post about ships, talk about lore, and whatnot on occasion. here is a little bit about me.
i'm 18 years old and filipino.
i go by any pronouns, but he/him is preferable.
i have an ao3 by the name of "inthemorningsun." i won't be posting there as much as my tumblr. you'll see me uploading my longer works on there or content that i think would be better on there.
both pfp and the header art were made by @/cup_404 on instagram.
ââ INTERESTS.
essentially, what i'll be willing to write for.
roblox:
- block tales, decaying winter, die of death, doors, frozen soul (dream game), grace, nullscape, phighting, pressure, and regretevator.
project moon:
- lobotomy corporation, library of ruina, and limbus company.
ââ RULES.
please read thoroughly, if there are any questions just send them in my asks! these will also be updated accordingly.
first and foremost, this blog is more of a hobby and will not consume the majority of my time. i'll be taking 5-10 requests at a time. so, please understand that a select amount of requests will be taken. not only that, requests might take a while because i want to ensure it satisfies my standards.
while i will entertain instances of suggestive / smutty content, such as answering asks or writing works that involve it, please be aware that i am not currently willing to thoroughly write out actual smut. please be understanding of that- and don't worry, such content will be appropriately tagged "nsfw." regardless, feel free to peruse through posts that are "sfw" if you don't wish to come across those types of works.
whenever you request, it's completely optional, but i'd encourage you to be as specific as you can! this helps me with my writing process a lot. other than whatever character(s) you want, please let me know whatever details you think are necessary! like if you want romantic or platonic, fluff or angst, or if you want headcanons or drabbles.
what i will be willing to write:
- fluff, angst, suggestive content.
- romantic, platonic and queer platonic relationships.
- headcanons, drabbles, and the occasional one-shot.
- multiple characters x reader.
- character x character/ships, to a certain extent.
- unless i change my mind, i won't write fics about ships too much to avoid clogging my blog too much.
- character studies, if you really wish.
what i won't be willing to write:
- romantic relationships with characters who are confirmed to be minors/children.
- similarly, if the character has the mentality of a child, i won't be writing romantically for them.
- anything else that is problematic, like incest, rape or anything non-consensual.
- romanticized yandere. i can write it, but don't expect sunshines and rainbows. these relationships are toxic and unhealthy; thus, expect them to be written as such.
less of a rule, more of a heads-up, but sometimes i will write a character's appearance with my headcanons in mind. not that this will exactly change anything about the fic in its entirety, but i thought it would be worth noting.
ââ TAGS.
sfw: self-explanatory
nsfw: also self-explanatory.
moonlight sonata: posts where i just talk about whatever with whoever.
black hole sun: posts with the occasional art or doodles.
ââ MASTERLIST.
a compilation of all my written works.
roblox masterlist.
project moon masterlist.
ââ QUEUE.
requests are closed! but, please stay tuned :)
n/a
ââ " WITH YOUR HEART AS THE ARK, WHICH SHALL SHINE YOU THE WAY. "
remember when i said i would try and upload more? yeah haha me too... i swear i've been trying to will myself into writing again, i think i've got writers burnout in the mix of my exhaustion with work and school x(
on the brighter side, here are some wips that i have in the works! and also i'll be pruning through my blog and asks. i need to actually make masterlist and stuff too.
if you sent me stuff last spring or summer, and still remember what you requested, send it again! i need to start being more put together LOL .
btw at the very end of my preview photos theres spoilers for canto 7 of limbus company! if you've not finished that canto please skim over
that's all the stuff I have planned so far! other than that, i just need to update all my stuff.... unrelated might debate posting that blue / john grace fic beacause uhh it was super self indulgent.
anyway i hope you have a good night and please take care :)
yandere headcanons with survivalists (007n7 + noob).
A HOUND CLAWS AT HIS RIBS. An animal that reminds him of who he was, wanting to be freed like it once was. That mangy, sore thing with its ferociously unconditional love. However, that love is just as primitive, savage. 007n7 knows that well, for before his heart wasnât kind, that it was bared in snarls and snaps with sharp canines. But thatâs all he knows for loving another like this. That dog, weathered from the wild, canât help itself. It needs you all to itself, and anybody who comes close will be met with teeth gnawing at flesh. He canât help himself. Truly, he tries to have some restraint, but in the shambles of his lifeâ of losing his son, of losing himself âyou give him sanctuary.Â
He's a hound who still remembers to bite, to sink its canines into soft skin before ripping it open. It's scared others. But you? You're kind, patient. It holds him together, makes him want to bear those fangs with worshipful protection. Unlike the apprehension, the distrust, the scorn towards him, for how he bit into others, you gently smiled before offering your hand. And your touch was solace, for you peered beyond what he once was, and understood something about himself that he couldnât even. You thought he was worth it. How foolishly tender of you. Thus, he finds himself slipping into instinct. He was a savage dog. He can act like one again, just for you, especially just for you. For your attention, for your affection, heâll do whatever it takes to have you even as much as spare a glimpse at him.
The others have tried to warn you, plead with you to have a firmer hold on him. He's out of line, irate. Elliot, most familiar with his past, can only quietly utter his concerns to you. But, you donât seem too inclined to believe him, much to his benefit. Their grievances donât help them, though it surely helps him. Heâs carefully maintained his image to seem as kind as you have been to him. It makes them seem like theyâre being needlessly cruel to him, poison dripping from their tongues. Something you despise. It's perfect because even if he has been so, it's not like you'll believe them.
Heâs withheld bandages from the others, only to give them to you. Heâs led killers to the rest in their moments of vulnerability, of course, to keep you safe. 007n7 wants you for himself, and if it means the sabotage of others who are helplessly trapped in this realm like him, then so be it. They may resent him, they may hate him, they may regret ever showing him courtesy. They'll understand; he does it for love, a love of you. And with their unreliability, youâll see that you donât need to depend on them, not when you have his undying devotion.Â
YOUâRE A DREAM. A sweet, pleasant dream. Though youâre fleeting like the feathers of a bird, you're forever perched in their soul and singing your unending sweet tune. Noob wishes to indulge in you forever than the damnation theyâre subjected to. With each visceral slash and sore on their body, youâre the soothing balm that tends to their wounds. However, in every respite youâve allowed them, the more that they donât want to wake upâ to let you go. It was your warmth, that comfort, which drew them in. That gentle flame will be what keeps them clinging to your side, whether you want it or not.Â
It shamefully crosses their mind; to truly have you all themselves, to listen to your sweet song all they want, have you trapped like a bird in a gilded cage and away from anybody else. The thoughts never last long for as much as they happen. You may be the only good thing thatâs happened to them ever since coming to this realm. But, Noob doesnât think theyâre good at keeping anything like that. Afterall, Sixer was their best friend, someone that was good to them. They had lost them just as easily as they could lose you too.Â
Even the slightest slip of their tongue, the slightest misstep, you could leave them. Then, they would be nothing. For theyâre cowardly, inferior compared to the others. If you were to be ashamed of them, itâd be a fitting punishment for someone who doesnât deserve your grace, who shouldnât even dream of being with you and holding your hand. They donât have the courage to stand before evil like Guest 1337 does, nor the smarts to fend it off and survive like Builderman does. And theyâre not anything like you, whoâs so driven and hopeful despite despair. And yet, Noob finds themselves hypocritically jealous and anxious if theyâre ever in your presence.Â
 Despite themselves, theyâd hate to see you be with anybody else but feel themselves undeserving of having you with them. And so, sometimes, Noob wonders if you know what you do to them. Youâre the bird that soars with hope. Maybe, theyâre the bird trapped in the cage. Did they keep themselves within the bars? Or was it you who compelled them behind them? Such a curious thought doesnât matter to them. Youâre what keeps them going, so even if you hurt them and discard them, Noob is content with loving you. Just stay close to their caged soul, sing that tune of yours and let them indulge in you like the sweet dream that you are. Thatâs all they want. Thatâs all theyâll need.Â
A/N: sorry for such the delay. his is no fault of the requester but this request was actually the hardest to write about. i couldn't include much of the elements the way i wanted to.
eventually i ended up just pushing this out because i felt horrible for making you wait so long đ anon if this isn't to your tastes just lmk and i'll do another request of yours. or try too x(
guess who came back from the grocery store. sorry for leaving for like, roughly??? about a month. Stuff Happened in my personal life, like college and mental health. i know i dont even have a schedule to begin with and i take a long while to write. but i just wanted to update anybody curious as to let ou know im not Dead.
Im Still Here and im Still writing!!! unfortunately this isn't a declaration of "i'll be posting daily" because I know how easily unmotivated i can get lol. but there's at least hopefully some stuff i can post next weekđ
anyway, im really garetful for nearly 230 followers, i was not expecting this many people to be interested in what i do. i should be opening requests soon if thats anything to look forward too. anyway i love you guys and thank you for your patience :) please make sure to take care of yourselves
sorry guys, i feel like i should also say that other than all the complications i mentioned last post, i've been feverishly playing limbus company again because of the arknights collab like the Fiend that i am
guess who came back from the grocery store. sorry for leaving for like, roughly??? about a month. Stuff Happened in my personal life, like college and mental health. i know i dont even have a schedule to begin with and i take a long while to write. but i just wanted to update anybody curious as to let ou know im not Dead.
Im Still Here and im Still writing!!! unfortunately this isn't a declaration of "i'll be posting daily" because I know how easily unmotivated i can get lol. but there's at least hopefully some stuff i can post next weekđ
anyway, im really garetful for nearly 230 followers, i was not expecting this many people to be interested in what i do. i should be opening requests soon if thats anything to look forward too. anyway i love you guys and thank you for your patience :) please make sure to take care of yourselves
I DID NOT REALIZE THERE WERE 205 OF YOU FOLLOWING ME. OH MY GOD!!! CONGRATULATIONS YAY!!! MILESTONES!!!
sorry this has got me by surprise, i actually don't know what to do LOL. thank you so much for enjoying and loving my fics!! especially sitting through the agonizing wait it takes for me to post them.
hey man i hope I'm not interrupting your fanfic writing but if you alleviable could you write forsaken fanfic on bully survivors x killer reader
context killer reader is the most weakest out of all the killers they just some person with baseball bat.
ââ TRAPPED IN YOU.
WARNING: canon-typical violence, depictions of gore â if there's anything i missed, please tell me!
also while i wrote this, it started leading less to romance, but you could probably still interpret it as such if you squint. this is more just genuine beef with taph than anything LOL
Oddly enough, what wasn't infuriating was being trapped in this other world of endless suffering, considering that you'd be involved in orchestrating some of it. No, what was infuriating was seeing that dammed demolitionist, Taph, amble about.
MONSTERS LIKE YOU DONâT DESERVE SYMPATHY. Your sins are made an idol with each corpse that lies in your wake; an effigy tainted with your unforgivable consequences. The memory is as sharp in your mind as the barbed wires youâve killed those miserable bastards with. Wrapped with bloody steel, youâve remembered each distinct crack that resounded in your ears while the blunt of your bat came smashing in on their skulls. What once made a face, framed by soft contours and sharp edges, became a mess of gore. Bones, flesh and brains splattered into a mush of viscera. Something into nothing. When it was the first time, the first time you had to beat someone in, you swore it was for a good reason. Maybe you were scared. Maybe you were defending yourself. What reason for all this has long faded into obscurity, though, in favour of killing because it felt right.Â
Still, youâre not exactly worthy of any sympathetic murderer; you're not a pitiable one either. Besides the idea that some poor souls will be in their coffins, some other poor souls have to make funeral arrangements sooner than usual. Donât you think youâre deserving of some decency and respect? Youâd consider yourself an upstanding citizen, after all. Youâve had cold showers to conserve the water used, along with how much youâd be paying for them. Youâve tried to recycle as much as you could, picking up littered wrappers and drinks to preserve the environment. Youâve been as kind as you can be to your neighbours, offering whatever help they need. And especially, youâve been thoughtful and have judged with no pretenses at all. Therefore, your reaction to your apartment block being blown to smithereens by that demolitionist, Taph, was completely justifiable and understandable.Â
Sure, youâve tried to convince yourself that discarding some older memorabilia of your wrongdoings was beneficial. It helps lessen your chances of getting caught should there be any nosy individuals. It also makes your home smell less. That line of reasoning doesnât exactly help when your home, among many other homes, is nothing but broken fragments and reeks of chemical explosions. You found temporary residence elsewhere, and the disruption in your routine was infuriating. When you protested to the administrators and officials for the expulsion of that demolitionist, only to be met with nothing, then you felt you were in the right to express your frustrations more macabrely. A few more beaten heads never were that much of a problem anyway.Â
And sure, that line of reasoning brought you into some unpleasant circumstances. You had been so close to finding them for yourself. That demolitionist, that birdbrain, that awful thing that blew your apartment to about nothing. Your self-righteous fury didnât exactly save you from what Taph had prepared out of paranoia, though. Curse your instincts. Dragging your bat against the pavement, the shrill sound resounding near where Taph lived had seemed to set him off. It wasnât long before you heard the ring of sirens and knew you had to make your escape. To make the excruciatingly long story short, in your escapade from those officers, one of them had shot at you, and your head was nothing more than a smear on the sidewalk. Youâve made a deal with some sort of otherworldly apparition, who promised you eternity if you were to keep killing. It was merely asking you to just keep up with your routine. Just with a severe otherworldly adjustment while you do as you please. Itâs not the worst thing. This was fine with you.Â
What wasnât fine was that Taph was also here.
That ghost, Spectreâ whatever it was calling itself âwas surely a funny one. Your blood was boiling at the sight of him, seeing them amble around with their stupid trip wires and setting their stupid trip mines around. You already deal with the aggressions from some of those survivors that the entity picks up from time to time. You hate having to spar with the Guest, you hate having to dodge sword slashes from that admin, you hate being stabbed by that cultist, and you especially hate being shot at by that gambler. Having that demolitionist is about the final nail in the coffin for your temperament. Then again, an eternity tormenting that poor thing is worth everythingâ even if your reasoning isnât too sound to others. Again, besides the atrocities, doesnât any sentient being deserve to be treated well? Of course, thatâs why in this round, when you walk into the blast of another subspace, youâre about to consider pulling your own hair out from the frustration of being so mistreated.
âYou bird-brain!â You grit out. âIâll get you for that! You little bratââÂ
Beneath the plastic of your mask, your body is not at all fond of the pungent chemical odour that seems to overwhelm all your senses. Darkness blots the edges of your vision while the pungent stench pervades your nose and lungsâ It only makes your blood boil further, if that chemical substance wasnât already doing it, because itâs likely that Taph is one of the only people who knows what is inside of that unholy creation. Speaking of the little shit, Taph ever so graciously offers you his attention, something that he has a scarcity of. Though you canât exactly make their expression through the heavy shadows cast by their hood, you can assume theyâre squinting at you strangely. Maybe itâs from disgust, or maybe itâs from annoyance. Whatever it is, youâre not concerned with specifics. You just need to give him a piece of your mind. It wouldâve been a smooth, succinct motion. With your bat swinging against his ribs, a loud crack that would follow, and you eventually laughing at his misfortune. However, itâs you who has the misfortune of being thrown off by what he manages to sign as he runs from you.
âGo away! Ugly!âÂ
You can feel your eyelid twitch. Though it seems youâve fallen for whatever scheme he has set up, your irritation causes you to hastily and predictably swing your bat down on him, which Taph easily side-steps. Thereâs an uncomfortable tension in your jaw as you stare at his retreating figure. Harshly, you suck the air between the gaps of your teeth before continuing after him. Ugly? Ugly. He is addressing you by his biased perception of your physical appearance, which is ironic considering that he is just some individual draped in loose robes with a couple of special toys. Youâre sure that underneath the hood, heâd be looking like the ugly one. That mask you wear is to separate between the two lives you live; itâs a damn good reason, nor is it the most appalling piece of work either.
âUgly? Are you kidding me?!â You bark at him. âI bet youâve got the face only your mom would love!âÂ
âThe same goes for you!â
While your hold is slippery from all the grime and blood, you continue to hold the handle of your bat and ready yourself for another attempt to attack him. An aggravated growl leaves your lips with his remark. Briefly, your steps slow their pace. With an instinctive flourish, you spin the bat in your hand. The loose chunks of flesh caught by the barbed wire wrapped around your weapon fly away. Then, as Taph continues to run away from you, you throw the bat with all your might. Of course, it hits him perfectly in the back. Sharp steel tears away at his fine cloak, and you absolutely revel in the muffled groan thatâs ripped from his throat. All the better is that the hit has him falling over as he drops to his hands and knees.Â
Nothing is more pleasurable to you than seeing him miserable, thatâs for sure. Thereâs a vivaciousness in your stride over to him. You take the bat into your hands, the familiar comforting weight felt once more. Beneath you, you can hear Taph raggedly breathing to accustom himself to the pain. Though that mask of yours obscures the toothy grin youâre wearing, youâre sure they could probably sense it. On your heels, you squat down to Taphâs hunched-over figure with a wolfish whistle. You pat his shoulder, a little roughly and a little firmly. In an exaggeratedly honeyed drawl, you tell Taph:
âPoor you, bird-brains!â You clasp your hands together. âYouâre all alone with me. Isnât that exciting?â
By using the support of your bat, you pull yourself up from the ground and whirl it around your wrist. Your worn handle glides along the joint with practiced ease. Then, harshly, you slam the blunt edge of the weapon right close enough in the space between their head and shoulder. Wrapped barbed wire is just enough to skim and tear into not just the cloth, but also the skin.Â
âI wonder if anyone will come to help youâŚOh, but it beats me,â You snicker. âWho would want to help someone like you?â
Before you can say anything else, Taph interjects.Â
âYou talk too much.â
His words are such an irritating, gnashing noise upon your ears, and the intention of them brings you a similar ire. Again, you feel your eye twitch before you tilt your head to the side a little to observe whatever expression he could be having beneath his hood.
âAnd you talk too little,â You hum. âI thought youâd want to talk with a long-time acquaintance, considering our history.âÂ
â...The house? You still have it against me for that?âÂ
With a disgruntled click of your tongue, you abruptly drop one knee and dig the weight into his ribs. Of course, their stifled cries ring throughout your ears. An almost pleasant melody that you would savour if they werenât clawing at your legs. Despite the scratches that will find themselves engraved in your flesh, your gasp feigns surprise and hurt.Â
âOuch! But, donât you think I deserve to, Taph? It was my only home after all.â
To further emphasize your point, you drive your knee further into his chest.
â Itâs not fair that you get to keep yours.âÂ
Surprisingly, it seems your words have struck deeply into that skull of his. Though heâs still persistently clawing at your legs, trying to pry you off of him, itâs more of a pathetic and weak attempt than anything. You wonder about whatever heâs mulling over in his mind. But, you hope that itâs those uncomfortable thoughts of what heâs done to you; the lingering regrets, the clawing dread, and the sinking guilt. Itâs such a shame that you have the courtesy not to try and pull that hood off and see what look thatâs found itself on their features â though you would enjoy what a fearful disposition he has. Nevertheless, you raise your bat upwards and let out a pleased sigh.Â
âWell, Iâm sure weâll always be able to talk more! See you next tiââÂ
Youâre not given the chance to finish your sentence. What was about to be you splattering his head across the ground, securing your kill, subsequently involved a sharp slash across the expanse of your spine. The barbed bat slips from your grasp, clattering by Taphâs side while you writhe and scream from the pain. With a sickeningly loud crunch from your joints, you snap your head towards the perpetrator and are briefly met with Shedletskyâs visage. Heâs already becoming an indistinct blur as he rushes to the otherâs side. Wordlessly, Shedletsky drags Taph by the hand and hauls him off his back.Â
And there he goes again, silhouette retreating before Shedletskyâs to escape from you. Courtesy of this realmâs strange rules, you can only helplessly watch the two of them make some thorough distance from you. But the two of them must think they can get away unscathed; they must believe themselves too assured in their skills. That swordfighter will miss eventually, and Taph will be useless when you strip away his measly defences. Youâre going to get them. Youâre going to get him. You always will. Such a struggle for survival will ultimately be useless as long as you see fit.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: hi!! i hope everyone has been doing well and has been taking care!! sorry for taking so long to post anything!! even though school is over, i ended up just procrastinating and struggling a lot with my writing for a little bit x(
and sorry again for this not reading as too romantic! no offense at all, i found the request a little vague too work with so i just followed with whatever my gut said to write. but feel free to request once more if this isn't to your tastes and you have something more particular!
on a lighter note, i actually loved writing the reader. LOOK they are not a great person, and i obviously dont condone them, but it was so interesting trying to put together a sort of "mindset" or whatever.
Its a hot summer night, You have trouble falling asleep. Someone you no more than tolerate decides to pay you an unexpected visit.
WARNINGS: Suggestive/Mild sexual content.
I will never write full on smut so theres no sex, But it's still suggestive at some parts. you've been warned.
this fic was also posted on ao3
It's so late. The faint hum of your alarm clock mixes with the sound of your ac, the dark of your room just barely lit up by the moon through your window. You stare blankly at the time, watching the minute pass. 2:34 am. Sleep refuses to meet your body, despite how desperately you wish it would.
You hug your pillow to your chest, seeking some sort of comfort to bring you some rest. It's not a person, but it'll do. There's a quiet, quick tapping at your window. Just wind, probably, until it gets a little louder and more deliberate. Curious, you raise your eyes to the window, startling a little at the sight of a familiar face. Noli.
"Jesusâ Okay man." You huff, getting out of bed to speak to the hacker who, luckily for him, you find more endearing than annoying.
Noli folds his arms onto the windowsill, with his typically smug expression plastered all over his face. He places his head against his arms, looking up at you expectantly.
"S33m5 l1k3 y0u're [All Alone On A Late Night?]."
"I see you're not above stalking me for entertainment."
"0o0hhh, d0n'7 b3 5uch a [[Gerber's Baby Food]]. Y0u kn0w u l1k3 th3 [Such Wonderful Company!]." Noli rolls his head to his left, mocking you. You hate his voice.
But, he's right.
"You waiting on an invitation inside or do you intend to spend the rest of the night staring at me through the window like a creep?" You say, turning your back to him as you head back to your bed.
"unl3ss y0u pl4n 0n [#### ### ######], g0tt4 s4y [No Pants, No Shirt, No Service!]" He covers his eyes with his hands, peeking through a gap in his fingers after a moment. "1 d0 3nj0y th3 v13w th0."
Your jaw drops to the floor, looking down to reveal that you are, indeed, in your undergarmets. You weren't expecting him to show up so late, and you haven't exactly made a habit of wearing full pajamas in the summer months. It's too hot to be dressed like Ebenezer Scrooge for bed.
More irritated than embarrassed, You snap the waistband of your underwear at him and flop on the bed. "Gotta say no to both, buster. Way too hot for sex, Wayyy too hot for pajamas. Get in or leave, you're letting all the cold air out."
You swear you hear a glitched out "Yippee!!" come from his direction, but you ignore it. Noli crawls through your window, closing it behind him with a soft thud when he enters. The bed creaks, sinking where he sits at the edge. The air around him crackles. He smells like ozone.
"Don't be too noisy. I'm trying to sleep."
"Sl33p 1s f0r th3 [weak]." He says. Even with your back turned, you can feel his eyes on you. They burn holes into your skin, goosebumps raising along your body where his gaze searches.
So, you whack him with a pillow.
"Stop staring at my ass." You grumble, "You're so annoying."
He chucklesâ something deep and obnoxious, followed by sigh of what you think is boredom.
And then, it's quiet. No eyes tracing your skin, no snide or witty remark interrupted by spliced audio of random media. Just the sound of the air conditioning, the alarm clock's electric hum, and your breathing. Despite what relief that it brings, the quiet is enough to put you on edge rather than comfort you when Noli's involved. You hadn't even noticed that your bed no longer had a spot sunk in from his weight. Did he leave?
Every part of you says that he's pulling some shit and that you shouldn't turn around, but the curiousity is more convincing than your instincts in this moment. It's not his character to leave without notice. In fact he's more of the flashy type with his exits, you would've at least seen a purple light if he had teleported away. So, you fold. You roll onto your back slightly, just enough to look behind you.
He was still there, just... taking his shirt off.
For some reason, your heart leaps into your throat, "What are you doing?"
Noli tilts his head back inquisitivelyâ It's a little freaky how flexible he is, now that you think about itâ and smiles at you. "m4tch1ng y0ur en3rgy. ["So Not Fair!"] 1f y0u'r3 th3 0n1y 0n3 [In My Birthday Suit]."
"Iâ I am NOT naked." You fumble over your words like your tongue is made of lead. Why is this getting to you so bad?
"Ne1th3r 4m I! we h4ve s0 much 1n c0mmon." He muses, tossing his shirt on the floor beside your window. "[Have No Fear], my p4nts ar3n't c0m1ng 0ff. w0u1dn't w4nt y0u ["Don't get the wrong idea!"] 4b0ut m3. Unl3ss y0u w4nt me to."
You can hardly imagine the expression on your face that gets him to laugh the way he doesâ but it cuts through all the bitcrushed and glitching layers of irony, giving you something that sounds normal, if only for a moment. He walks back towards your bed, sitting right next to you and practically forcing you to scoot towards the wall to make room for him.
You should stop him.
"Noliâ"
"Mhmmm?"
Noli's arms reach around you, snaking around your torso, hugging you.
You REALLY should stop him.
"You... you can't justâ"
An oddly warm sensation of static pricks your skin where he touches you, your heart threatening to explode out of your chest and spill onto his arms at the action. He pulls you a little closer to him, pressing your back flush against his chest. You can feel the implication of a heartbeat in his ribs. You're a little too distracted by him bringing his face into the crook of your neck to really be able to focus on that though.
"Can't wh4t? Cudd13 a g00d fr1end? [Tsk.]"
You shake involuntarily at how his chest rumbles when he speaks, shivering again at the sensation of his face against your neck. He chuckles, nuzzling his face a little closer to you. Noli's chest rises and falls, breathing you in like an expensive perfume. Your mind grows hazy all of a sudden, eyes fluttering shut when he begins to kiss your neck gently.
"Hmm... 4re y0u sur3 y0u [HATE?? HATE??? LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOUâ] me? 1 d1dn't ev3n h4ve t0 c0nv1nce y0u." He murmurs into your neck. "...Y0u're a l0t s0ft3r th4n 1 ant1c1pat3d."
It tickles. The tingly warmth of his touch spreads throughout your body, drowsiness following soon after. His lips ghost the skin on your shoulder, hands carefully feeling around the flesh on your body. He doesn't grope you, no, he just caresses your bare skin and hums when you shudder. You sigh when he kisses your neck again, earning an accomplished sound from him. He doesn't stop covering your neck and shoulder in little kisses, squeezing you closer to his chest occasionally.
"1s th1s [Okay]?" He whispers, one of his hands carefully trailing up to your chest. You nod a little, sighing quietly when he squishes the flesh of your chest. The noise he makes in response is something mixed with Satisfied and Interested, but he returns his hand to your waist.
"Didn't expect you to be so fond of nonsexual intimacy." you tease, quietly. He chuckles, honking your boob like a clown horn while making the exact same sound with his mouth.
"wh0 sa1d th1s w4sn't s3xua1 f0r m3? 1'm g3tt1ng [I Bricked my Pc] up r1ght n0w." Noli retorts, but he doesn't do anything beyond caressing and kissing you.
But still, you like to tease. You roll your hips against his, ignoring his gasp and making a thoughtful hum sound, "Are you sure? If you're hard, I can't feel anything."
He grabs your hips a little forcefully, startling you a bit, "Pl4y stup1d g4mes, w1n stup1d pr1zes. [Aw, Dangit]."
"Fair enough," You say, scooting away from him just a bit to make it a little more comfortable. He does not like this, and pulls you back towards him with a bit of a stronger grip on you.
"Oh? Changed your mind?"
"Y0u're th3 [Doll] th4t sa1d [NO ENTRY]. 1 st1ll wanna be close to you, regardless."
Something about the way the distortion drops off at the end of his sentence makes your heart flutter. You nod after a moment, putting your hand on his.
He buries his face into your neck again, his lips pressed idly against the flesh. The shift in tone from playful to soft makes the exhaustion hit your body all at once, your shoulders relaxing as the sleep washes over you. You intertwine your fingers with his, a dream lazily pulling you unconscious.
Noli listens to your breathing as sleep overtakes you in a single wave. Something in his chest twists at the sight of you, caged away like a beloved teddy bear in his arms. He feels your heartbeat against his arm, sending him reeling into thoughts he wouldn't dare to vocalize despite his dickish behavior.
He wants you. Bad.
Sexually, romanticallyâ doesn't matter how. He just wants you to himself, permanently. It's not like friends cuddle half naked at 3 am anyway. He mutters something into your ear, kisses your shoulder, and closes his eyes.
He can address those feelings when they become hard to ignore. For now, though, your bodies are slotted against eachother like puzzle pieces. That's all he needs.
THE MAFI REQUEST IS SO FIRE the underlings would probably try to put the reader and mafi in some crazy ass situations in order to get him to confess đđ theyd probably lock them in a closet together or some shit and when he gets out he yells at them like âwhat are we in high school.â
dude, DUDE YOU GET ME SO MUCH ANONđâźď¸âźď¸âźď¸
while they like to squabble with each other, they're ultimately loyal to their boss and want the best for him after what he's done for them! and if that means they have to set up the most elaborate plans to even give him the possibility to confess to you, much to mafioso' chagrin, then so be it.
they try to have this SHIT down! they try and note all your preferences and interests, but outside of mafia matters i like to think they're just comically clumsy with this process- considering some personal headcanons, especially with love in general too. resulting to them doing the most outrageous shit to try and pry a confession from mafioso sealed lips.
AGAIN, I AGREE WITH YOU. they probably would just lock him in a closet with you and pray that he just randomly confesses. maybe just make sure the two of you cross paths at some point in the day while you're working. maybe they also try and set up "group outings," where you guys go to bars or restaurants, only for them to all ditch so the two of you can try to have a date.
however, mafioso is so stubborn about not wanting to compromise his relationship with you that his underlings are the ones who are losing it. but when he does confess? HELL, even YOU confess? THEY'RE SOMEHOW MORE EXCITED AND HAPPY THAN YOU GUYS BECAUSE YES!!! THEIR HARDWORK PAID OFF!!!!!! EVEN IF IT WAS THE MOST RIDICULOUS SHIT EVER.
maybe one day i will write this once requests are over or if someone personally requests it, but i think it'd be such a cute and silly idea if mafioso has like a high-school boy crush on the reader.
and then it leads into the underlings trying to get their fucking fifty-year old boss to confess to you. đđ they're advising him on what flowers to give to you, giving him dress advice, etc, all while you're just minding your own business
idk man...that mobster is kinda cute ok. #needthat đ
