i have no clue how tumblr works but i’d love to be more active here and make some friends!!!
i’m mono / soona (obvs not my real name) :D i’m into enstars and tokyo debunker mainly as of rn :3 but i also enjoy other media such as court of darkness, what in hell is bad?, obey me!, phantom busters, omori and many more…
i fear i might have a type in my favourite characters (strong men that are kind to anyone they meet) (or just himbos… BUT NOT ALWAYS) -> including madara, kuro, luca, alan, rio, simeon, mammon (both in om and whb), tamon :p
i would love more mutuals to talk about stuff!!! i occasionally write but lack the confidence to do it more :/ anyways i think that’s it
Figuratively and literally, because let's assume there exists some kind of anomaly creature capable of sensing people's emotions, especially romantic feelings. ^^ Naturally, this little supernatural talent earned you the title of Cupid.
So you made up your mind and started a service within Darkwick Campus: 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒆.
Some clients are shy, so one of your services is the 𝑨𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑩𝒐𝒙.
ft. [REDACTED FOR PRIVACY REASONS]
Part one
𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭
Anonymous Name: Concerned Healthcare Professional
"I have experienced symptoms of my heart rate increasing whenever I am around this person, especially when they feed me food.
Apparently, this is merely a normal physiological response, or so my doctor friend has informed me.
Somehow, being around them has also reduced the symptoms of my illness lately.
It may not be the same for them. Whenever I arrive at their dormitory to administer their monthly medication injection, the bed is always empty and I can never seem to find them anywhere.
Are they afraid of me?
I do possess a certain reputation among the students, at least according to what I have heard."
𝑪𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅:
Bro. Are you asking for love advice or are you bragging?
Because from where I'm standing, this sounds suspiciously like bragging.
First of all, I assume this is some kind of doctor-patient or nurse-patient relationship.
Second of all... THEY FEED YOU?
YOU'RE WINNING. LET'S FREAKING GO.
My professional advice is to ask whether you can feed them back.
If they agree, that's a very good sign.
You already have a great opportunity to get closer to them.
I'm cheering for you, mannnnn.
Also, regarding the medication shots...
Have you ever considered that maybe they're not afraid of you?
Maybe they're afraid of the giant needle you're carrying around every month. Just a thought.
Be patient and gentle with them.
Not everybody enjoys being stabbed, medically or otherwise.
And this reputation you're talking about?
What kind of reputation could a healthcare worker possibly have?
What are people saying?
Another letter arrives the next day.
"I see. That is an interesting interpretation.
I will take note of your advice and ask them out during our next checkup.
Furthermore, patients should not miss their medication injections, according to their physician.
You should also complete your prescribed injections."
𝑪𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅:
Haha.
No.
I'm kidding. I take my medication perfectly. Kind of.
I'm not a coward, you know.
I can handle myself.
Thank you for the reminder, though.
*Proceeds to immediately ignore every future medical appointment*
𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭
Anonymous Name: A
"I have taken them camping and mountain climbing before.
Unfortunately, they tripped and sprained their ankle.
Ever since then, I have not taken them on another trip.
Recently, however, they have been very persistent about wanting to go again.
I am worried they may injure themselves.
They have also been ignoring my texts and calls lately.
One of my juniors informed me that this behavior means they are sulking.
What should I do?"
𝑪𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅:
DUDE!!!!
YOU ARE EMBARRASSING ME HERE.
Do you realize what you're telling me?
This person wants to go on another trip with you.
Whether it's a date or not, that's still an opportunity.
A very large opportunity. A gigantic opportunity.
A neon sign saying "PLEASE SPEND MORE TIME WITH ME."
WHY ARE YOU DECLINING?!
Pick up that damn phone. Call them.
Set up a freaking camping date immediately.
I guarantee they'll stop sulking.
Probably.
Then come back and give me updates.
Also, thank you for the candy you left in the box. It was really good.
It takes this guy three business days to respond.
Three. Entire. Business. Days.
"Sorry for the delayed reply.
It was somewhat difficult to locate your box.
I called and invited them out the following day.
They declined.
I believe they are still upset with me, according to my juniors.
Also, apologies for the torn paper.
I was writing this while feeding several cats.
They began nibbling on the letter."
𝑪𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅:
Difficult to find?
I literally put directions everywhere.
There are signs and stickers and arrows.
I even slapped stickers all over that giant campus map.
Someone must have taken them down.
Damn rival service. Trying to sabotage my business.
And hold on.
Did you just mention cats?
Cats come to you for treats? Multiple cats?
Does this happen regularly?
Are you some kind of cat distribution center? A mobile cat waypoint? A feline summoning beacon?
Do you realize most people absolutely adore animals?
Especially cats?
Use those cat treats as an excuse to ask them out again!
Invite them to feed the cats together.
Nobody can resist cats.
Maybe they'll stop sulking.
I'm rooting for you, my guy.
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭
Anonymous Name: ⠀˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
"~~~"
That is it. That is the entire letter.
Three little squiggles.
The moment you open the confession box, flowers immediately begin pouring out. Petals scatter everywhere.
Wildflowers spill onto the floor in every possible color.
The entire scene looks like something straight out of a shoujo manga.
Unfortunately, it is a very low budget shoujo manga.
So instead of looking romantic, it mostly looks like someone detonated a flower grenade inside your office.
You nearly choke on several petals.
Who is this person?
Why are they stuffing your box full of wildflowers?
Is this another rival business trying to destroy you through pollen exposure?
Regardless.
Business is business.
Since the sender apparently communicates through doodles and decorative plant life rather than actual words, you respond accordingly.
𝑪𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅:
I am admittedly unsure what message you intended to convey through the gesture of depositing approximately one entire meadow into my confession box.
However, I do appreciate the effort.
That being said...
I think you should be giving these flowers to the person you actually like instead of me.
I'm only here to provide love advice.
You seem naturally talented at romance already.
Especially considering the flower crown you somehow managed to shove into my box.
My advice is simple.
Gather your courage. Make a bouquet. Ask them out somewhere nice.
Perhaps a picnic.
Maybe the two of you can make flower crowns together.
That sounds adorable.
Also, since you neglected to leave any payment behind...
I'm confiscating these flower petals as compensation.
guys. i know elias is back and all but genuinely what the fuck does he do. he’s a FOURTH year like what classes does he even follow? isn’t he supposed to be doing an internship? why the hell did they remove his probation? to give him nothing to do????
cw: for a brief moment this character believes mc might have been assaulted. they clear it up immediately. afab anatomy, fingering + handjobs. wash your hands guys! MDNI.
put in your guesses now...who do you think it is?
You drag your exhausted body through the door and stumble against the wall as it swings shut. This one isn’t loud, it’s much softer than the double doors were. You breathe a sigh of relief at the prospect of being in a room as gentle as Haku’s was to you. Shion almost didn’t let you leave, but you were able to sneak out with the help of Haru. He reassured you that he would be okay, that if anyone could handle Shion, it was him—and you had no choice but to believe him.
Carrying your worn body across the all too familiar carpet, you almost stumble when the flooring transitions into grass. Gazing down at your feet quizzically, you curl and uncurl your toes in the dirt. It doesn’t feel real— but it’s nothing like turf, either. Shaking your head and continuing on, you follow the scent that drew you to this door in the first place.
Highway to Home is positioned directly in your line of sight, no customers hanging around like they usually are. You waste no time in slumping over the counter, peeking up at Sho through your lashes.
“Hi, Senpai,” he greets, shooting you a mildly concerned look, “What happened to you?”
“Don’t wanna talk about itttt,” you whine, burying your head in your arms.
“It wasn’t anything bad, was it? You know I’d— “
“Nothing like that Sho. I promise.”
He takes your word for it. Focusing his attention back on the stove, he finishes up what he’s making and plates it. You eye it hungrily, trying to contain your hunger—when your stomach betrays you with a growl. Sho turns his head just slightly to look at you, raising a single brow as his lips quirk up.
“Sho...um, I—”
“I made this for you. Make sure you eat every bite, okay?”
You look up at him with starry eyes, and nod gratefully.
Sho stands across from you while you eat, leaning against the counter. You may be engrossed with your meal, but that doesn’t stop your eyes from wandering to his biceps, generously revealed by his rolled up sleeves.
It isn’t long before the meal is done and you’re giving him a different kind of hungry look.
Sho, to his credit, scoops up your plate and immediately begins to wash it. You stand there, just a bit dumbfounded that he didn’t jump your bones immediately after you were done eating. Shame creeps up the back of your neck—what if not all of the ghouls even wanted you like that? You were so silly to think that this would be a guarantee, that they’d all want you in this way.
Of course some would rather just send you on your way.
Of course.
“Senpai,” Sho calls over to you, “I’m not leaving you hanging. Just let me dry this, okay?”
You open your mouth, then close it.
Then, you open it again.
“Am I...that obvious...?” you whisper, looking down at the shiny countertop, catching your own embarrassed reflection.
“You’re eyeing me like a piece of meat. Yes, you are. Can’t believe you’re this insatiable, geez...” he mutters, but there’s no real bite behind it. If anything, it's teasing, like he means for you to hear it.
He’s such a tease. You furrow your brow and huff at him, but before you can say anything he’s putting the plate away and spinning around to face you. There’s a wolfish grin on his face as he opens the door to the food truck, stepping outside and onto the grass. You swallow thickly, rooted in place as his arm wraps around your waist and pulls you into him. His hand is under your chin and he’s kissing you, tasting of home.
It’s your hands that fumble for his clothes first, jerking off his tie and fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He laughs into your mouth and shrugs the clothing off, pressing you into the side of the truck with his mouth and body. You whine against him as his fingers find their way under your skirt, caressing your inner thighs and barely brushing against where you need him most. Sho hums thoughtfully, nipping your bottom lip as he tugs at your underwear.
“Off?” he breaths, breaking away just to ask you that question.
“Yes, please—” you beg, and he does.
Sho listens, peeling them away from your entrance and down your thighs. He whistles lowly when he sees the bruises on your thighs when your skirt flares up, but he doesn’t comment. His touch is gentle and soft, the perfect reprieve after the chaos that was the past room. He sighs slowly against your neck, pressing kissing from behind your ear to your collarbone. His fingers prod at your entrance and you jolt, bucking forward in hopes that his thumb will catch on your clit.
“Don’t worry,” he laughs softly, “I know where it is.”
Sure enough, he does. You melt in his arms like butter on a hot pan, his free arm holding you up by your waist. Sho presses deeper into you, rubbing your walls and your clit with tender touches that send your head spinning.
“Bet he was rough on you, huh?” he says wryly, “It’s okay, Senpai. I’ve got it. I’ve got you.”
You whimper and twitch in his arms, the sun on your face and the grass under your feet more soothing than you thought they’d be. Sho is solid against you, like an anchor in the pleasure, his arousal beginning to rut against your thigh. You reach down and palm through his pants and he doesn’t stop you. Somehow, you get his button open, freeing him from his pants.
“Are you sure?” he asks, slowly the pace of his fingers, “This should be about you— “
“You’ve always been so kind to me, Sho,” you murmur, breathy and blissed out, “Of course I’m sure.”
There’s a light blush that blossoms across his cheeks at your words, but he doesn’t acknowledge it. You wrap your hand around him and his hips stutter, mouth falling open in a low groan. You whimper, desperate to get him to completion with you, jerking your wrist as he humps your hand. Sho presses his forehead to yours, dewy with sweat, eyes boring into you watery ones.
“I think...” he gasps
“Uh huh?” you whine.
“I think...I prefer it when you look like this. Because of me.”
You almost laugh, the sudden shake of your abdomen forcing your walls to clench down on his fingers. Sho grunts, eyes dark and lidded as they drift down to where his fingers disappear into you, and your hand on his cock.
“I’m—” he grits his teeth, “I’m close.”
“Me too, me too, Sho please—” you keen, throwing your head back as you gasp for air.
Sho follows you into bliss, grunting as you work him through his orgasm, your vision going hazy as his fingers slow their ministrations. The two of you stand there, gasping in each other’s arms, for a short while. You rest your head against his chest and hear his heartbeat pounding.
“Are you trying to tease me?” he drawls, arms wrapping around you.
“No. Just wanna be close to you,” you murmur, eyes drifting shut.
Sho sighs, lifting you into his arms with ease.
“There’s no bed in the food truck, but I can pull up a chair for you. C’mon, senpai. Don’t pass out on me.”
Too late, you think with a smile—you’re already in the world of dreams.
cw: for a brief moment this character believes mc might have been assaulted. they clear it up immediately. afab anatomy, fingering + handjobs. wash your hands guys! MDNI.
put in your guesses now...who do you think it is?
You drag your exhausted body through the door and stumble against the wall as it swings shut. This one isn’t loud, it’s much softer than the double doors were. You breathe a sigh of relief at the prospect of being in a room as gentle as Haku’s was to you. Shion almost didn’t let you leave, but you were able to sneak out with the help of Haru. He reassured you that he would be okay, that if anyone could handle Shion, it was him—and you had no choice but to believe him.
Carrying your worn body across the all too familiar carpet, you almost stumble when the flooring transitions into grass. Gazing down at your feet quizzically, you curl and uncurl your toes in the dirt. It doesn’t feel real— but it’s nothing like turf, either. Shaking your head and continuing on, you follow the scent that drew you to this door in the first place.
Highway to Home is positioned directly in your line of sight, no customers hanging around like they usually are. You waste no time in slumping over the counter, peeking up at Sho through your lashes.
“Hi, Senpai,” he greets, shooting you a mildly concerned look, “What happened to you?”
“Don’t wanna talk about itttt,” you whine, burying your head in your arms.
“It wasn’t anything bad, was it? You know I’d— “
“Nothing like that Sho. I promise.”
He takes your word for it. Focusing his attention back on the stove, he finishes up what he’s making and plates it. You eye it hungrily, trying to contain your hunger—when your stomach betrays you with a growl. Sho turns his head just slightly to look at you, raising a single brow as his lips quirk up.
“Sho...um, I—”
“I made this for you. Make sure you eat every bite, okay?”
You look up at him with starry eyes, and nod gratefully.
Sho stands across from you while you eat, leaning against the counter. You may be engrossed with your meal, but that doesn’t stop your eyes from wandering to his biceps, generously revealed by his rolled up sleeves.
It isn’t long before the meal is done and you’re giving him a different kind of hungry look.
Sho, to his credit, scoops up your plate and immediately begins to wash it. You stand there, just a bit dumbfounded that he didn’t jump your bones immediately after you were done eating. Shame creeps up the back of your neck—what if not all of the ghouls even wanted you like that? You were so silly to think that this would be a guarantee, that they’d all want you in this way.
Of course some would rather just send you on your way.
Of course.
“Senpai,” Sho calls over to you, “I’m not leaving you hanging. Just let me dry this, okay?”
You open your mouth, then close it.
Then, you open it again.
“Am I...that obvious...?” you whisper, looking down at the shiny countertop, catching your own embarrassed reflection.
“You’re eyeing me like a piece of meat. Yes, you are. Can’t believe you’re this insatiable, geez...” he mutters, but there’s no real bite behind it. If anything, it's teasing, like he means for you to hear it.
He’s such a tease. You furrow your brow and huff at him, but before you can say anything he’s putting the plate away and spinning around to face you. There’s a wolfish grin on his face as he opens the door to the food truck, stepping outside and onto the grass. You swallow thickly, rooted in place as his arm wraps around your waist and pulls you into him. His hand is under your chin and he’s kissing you, tasting of home.
It’s your hands that fumble for his clothes first, jerking off his tie and fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He laughs into your mouth and shrugs the clothing off, pressing you into the side of the truck with his mouth and body. You whine against him as his fingers find their way under your skirt, caressing your inner thighs and barely brushing against where you need him most. Sho hums thoughtfully, nipping your bottom lip as he tugs at your underwear.
“Off?” he breaths, breaking away just to ask you that question.
“Yes, please—” you beg, and he does.
Sho listens, peeling them away from your entrance and down your thighs. He whistles lowly when he sees the bruises on your thighs when your skirt flares up, but he doesn’t comment. His touch is gentle and soft, the perfect reprieve after the chaos that was the past room. He sighs slowly against your neck, pressing kissing from behind your ear to your collarbone. His fingers prod at your entrance and you jolt, bucking forward in hopes that his thumb will catch on your clit.
“Don’t worry,” he laughs softly, “I know where it is.”
Sure enough, he does. You melt in his arms like butter on a hot pan, his free arm holding you up by your waist. Sho presses deeper into you, rubbing your walls and your clit with tender touches that send your head spinning.
“Bet he was rough on you, huh?” he says wryly, “It’s okay, Senpai. I’ve got it. I’ve got you.”
You whimper and twitch in his arms, the sun on your face and the grass under your feet more soothing than you thought they’d be. Sho is solid against you, like an anchor in the pleasure, his arousal beginning to rut against your thigh. You reach down and palm through his pants and he doesn’t stop you. Somehow, you get his button open, freeing him from his pants.
“Are you sure?” he asks, slowly the pace of his fingers, “This should be about you— “
“You’ve always been so kind to me, Sho,” you murmur, breathy and blissed out, “Of course I’m sure.”
There’s a light blush that blossoms across his cheeks at your words, but he doesn’t acknowledge it. You wrap your hand around him and his hips stutter, mouth falling open in a low groan. You whimper, desperate to get him to completion with you, jerking your wrist as he humps your hand. Sho presses his forehead to yours, dewy with sweat, eyes boring into you watery ones.
“I think...” he gasps
“Uh huh?” you whine.
“I think...I prefer it when you look like this. Because of me.”
You almost laugh, the sudden shake of your abdomen forcing your walls to clench down on his fingers. Sho grunts, eyes dark and lidded as they drift down to where his fingers disappear into you, and your hand on his cock.
“I’m—” he grits his teeth, “I’m close.”
“Me too, me too, Sho please—” you keen, throwing your head back as you gasp for air.
Sho follows you into bliss, grunting as you work him through his orgasm, your vision going hazy as his fingers slow their ministrations. The two of you stand there, gasping in each other’s arms, for a short while. You rest your head against his chest and hear his heartbeat pounding.
“Are you trying to tease me?” he drawls, arms wrapping around you.
“No. Just wanna be close to you,” you murmur, eyes drifting shut.
Sho sighs, lifting you into his arms with ease.
“There’s no bed in the food truck, but I can pull up a chair for you. C’mon, senpai. Don’t pass out on me.”
Too late, you think with a smile—you’re already in the world of dreams.
What do you headcannon the penile girth and length of the tkdb guys?
Hmmmm I actually never thought about that, if I write smut for them, then ofc they're always big and fat enough 🤣 But apart from that, I don't have actual numbers in mind or something.
The only thing I headcanon is TOWA being the most PACKED of them all and not even being aware of it 🤭 Don't ask me why I think so, it's always the apparently sweetest ones who are going to fuck you into literal oblivion ... 😚😋
Let me call the mootie patootie support here:
@kthuluna @blossombabbles @shinjo-ritsu @towasdandelion Do you guys have any headcanons for this?? 🤣🩷
omg i jumped up in my seat when i saw the hirono stuff!!!!! i would love to ”the pilot” (from the little prince series) with luca!!! :D your art fills my heart with joy :p thank you!!!!!!
hiiiIII ur big brain aaaaaa he fits the pilot colour scheme so well… earth tones luca my love..!!!
