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omgggg you're the sweetest (T_T)♡
oh! can i request a fic about rivalry with kita? i'd love to see him fuming and stuff since he rarely mad about anything. by anything, i mean ANYTHING. and... i don't mind a pinch of nsfw in it btw (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ but if it's not necessary for the plot you can take that away, that's okay. thanks in advance ^^♡
(you don't have to rush, take your time writing it (*ゝω･*))
Thank you so much for the sweetest request!! ♡ I had so much fun exploring what it would take to actually get under Kita’s skinn heheheh
no smut just yet! but trust me—I’ve got some spicy ideas brewing for part two 👀
Thank you for reading lovely 🥰
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The gym echoed with squeaking sneakers and shouted drills, the clash of balls against hardwood punctuated by the shrill calls of coaches on either end. Co-ed training camps were chaos on a good day. On this day, it was warfare—at least, it felt that way to Kita Shinsuke.
Across the net, you stood with your hands on your hips, eyes cool and sharp, as if you could predict every move his team made. And worse—you smirked when you were right.
“That’s the fourth time your middle’s fallen for the cross,” you called out across the net, voice far too casual for his taste. “You might wanna switch it up before he tears his ACL.”
Kita’s eyes narrowed.
He didn’t respond. He rarely did. But he filed it away. Like he always did.
Osamu muttered beside him, “They’re good.”
Kita hummed in agreement. “Too chatty.”
You were, admittedly, talented. Strategic. A good captain. But the way you barked directions with a bite of sarcasm, the way you smirked when things went your way, the way you carried yourself with this insufferable looseness like volleyball wasn’t sacred—
It got under his skin.
And you knew it.
You took every opportunity to needle him. Subtle things. Walking just a little too close when switching drills. Offering sly suggestions to his players during breaks like you knew them better. Commenting on his rigidity with a grin that never met your eyes.
Today was only day three of the camp. And he was already counting down to the end.
Later that afternoon, the teams broke into a scrimmage. Mixed lineups, random assignments.
Unfortunately, you were on his side of the court.
“Wow,” you said, eyes scanning the rotation chart as you stepped into place beside him, “I didn’t think they’d actually put us together. Do you think they’re trying to test how long you can tolerate me?”
Kita didn’t even glance at you. “Keep your mind on the game.”
“Always do,” you chirped.
The first serve came, and to your credit, you didn’t miss a beat. Your timing was perfect. Your approach was clean. You called the ball clearly, landed sharply, and turned back with a smirk.
“What, no feedback?” you asked breathlessly. “Not even a little pointer?”
Kita stared at you, flat and unimpressed. “You were slightly late on your first step.”
You blinked. “Was not.”
He turned away. “Yes, you were.”
You scoffed. “Kita, if I was any more precise, I’d be a stopwatch.”
He didn’t reply.
You, of course, took that as a challenge.
Practice ended, finally, after a brutal hour. Kita dismissed his team with a bow and collected the stray balls with quiet efficiency. You lingered, sweat still clinging to your brow, hair pulled back, muscles humming with exertion.
You approached slowly, ball in hand, rolling it against your palm.
“You know,” you said mildly, “I can’t tell if you hate me or if that’s just your default personality.”
Kita didn’t look at you. “Is there a reason you’re still here?”
“Yup. I like the view.”
His jaw ticked. His shoulders squared just slightly, a subtle but unmistakable signal of irritation.
You came a step closer. “What is it about me, huh? The fact that I don’t shut up? That I challenge you? That I coach with instinct instead of a clipboard?”
“You coach with your ego,” he replied, finally turning toward you. His voice was sharp—colder than you’d ever heard it. “You don’t respect the game. You treat it like a stage for your mouth.”
You raised a brow, momentarily taken aback by the vehemence in his tone.
“And you treat it like a religion,” you said evenly, though the smirk had faded from your voice. “But not everyone worships like you, Kita.”
He stepped forward once, not quite in your space but close enough to make your breath hitch. His posture was tense now, fists loosely clenched at his sides, back straight like he was trying not to launch into a full tirade. His voice was low, deadly quiet.
“You think being loud makes you better. You think swagger makes up for gaps in discipline. But this—this isn’t your team. These aren’t your players. And I’m not going to stand by while you make a spectacle of the game I’ve spent years building.”
You stared at him.
For a moment, all your usual wit dried on your tongue. Your hands curled tighter around the volleyball in your grip. His jaw was set, the muscle twitching, and his brows were drawn low, eyes locked on yours with a kind of restrained heat you didn’t expect.
No sarcasm. No smirk. Just anger. Real, burning anger.
You hadn’t expected that.
“You’re mad,” you said finally, voice quieter.
“I’m focused.”
“No.” You took a step forward this time. “You’re mad.”
His nostrils flared. His gaze dropped to your mouth for a fraction of a second before snapping back up.
“And why is that?” you continued, cocking your head. “Because I’m not like you? Because I don’t worship your little routines? Or is it because someone finally rattled that polished little mask of yours?”
His mouth parted slightly, but he didn’t answer.
“Right,” you murmured, taking another step closer—close enough to see the veins in his neck standing taut, the slight tremble in his fingertips. “Because someone like you would never snap, right? You’re too composed. Too perfect.”
Kita didn’t respond.
He couldn’t.
Because you were right. And he hated that.
The silence buzzed between you, thick and electric. And something shifted in the air—sharp, magnetic, inevitable.
“Say it,” you whispered. “Say you hate me.”
His hand shot out, grabbing your wrist, firm but not painful.
You sucked in a breath.
“I don’t hate you,” he said, voice low and strained. “I just don’t know how to stand you.”
And that was the moment.
The shift.
The crack in the dam.
Your fingers twitched. His hold tightened. And for one suspended heartbeat, it felt like the entire gym faded around you.
Then—
“Everyone outta the locker rooms!” a coach barked from the entrance.
Kita dropped your wrist like it burned. You took a full step back, breath sharp, eyes wide.
No words passed between you.
The look he gave you said everything.
He was absolutely going to snap.
And you were absolutely going to be the reason why.
hi i LOVE ur writing sm!! i look forward to pretty much every single one of ur posts, ur super talented :)
do you think you could do an akaashi x insomniac!reader? akaashi is known for overthinking and stuff so tbh i think his anxiety might make him stay awake sometimes, but prob not full blown insomnia. i js think a oneshot of him helping reader or maybe just the two of them hanging out super late one night because neither of them can get any sleep (maybe college!au where he’s stressing about his classes? or could be just volleyball related. whatever works for you!).
maybe it could be pre-relationship too. like they might be friends then reader sees him active on some social media and decides to text him to hang out and they get super close after this night. again, whatever works for u!!
omgg my heart thank you 😩❤️ Your words mean so much to me 🥹
I think I hit all the boxes, I hope you enjoy <333
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Anon Ask: Akaashi
The clock blinked 2:47AM in soft digital blue, casting a dim glow that painted the walls of your dorm room in slow, pulsing light. You stared at it from where you lay on your back, eyes wide open, blanket pulled up to your chin like it would somehow coax sleep into settling over your body. It didn’t.
It never did.
Insomnia was a loyal companion. Even on nights when your limbs were heavy and your mind felt worn thin, your thoughts refused to settle. They danced along the edge of reason, hyper-fixating on things that didn’t matter: words you said three days ago, the shape of clouds you saw that afternoon, the persistent question of whether you locked the door. A quiet ache had formed behind your eyes from sheer exhaustion, but sleep wouldn’t come.
You turned over, grabbed your phone off the nightstand. No new messages. Just a faint glow from the charging screen illuminating your tired face.
Then, a notification.
akaashi_keiji posted to his story
You tapped it open without thinking. A dim photo of a laptop lit up against a pile of books and a cup of coffee that had long since gone cold. The caption read: 2AM is a perfectly reasonable hour to still be working, right?
You stared at it. Your fingers hovered.
Then you sent a message.
you: you up up?
The reply was almost instant.
akaashi: Unfortunately.
you: Wanna hang? Can’t sleep and you look like you need a break.
A beat passed. The dots wavered, stopped. Then—
akaashi: Give me 5.
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Akaashi showed up at your door at exactly 3:03AM. Hoodie pulled over his head, dark sweats clinging to the chill of the night, his hair mussed like he’d run his hands through it too many times. His eyes were tired but alert, flickering with that same sharpness he always carried—like he was cataloging everything, even now.
You stepped aside without saying a word. He entered just as quietly, slipping off his shoes and placing his bag beside your desk with a soft thud. He dropped to the floor beside your bed with a sigh that seemed to deflate the weight on his shoulders.
“Rough night?” you asked gently, perching on the edge of your mattress.
“I have a presentation next week, three deadlines, and Bokuto keeps texting me motivational memes like it’s going to fix my GPA.”
You laughed under your breath. “It won’t.”
“Exactly.”
The quiet that followed wasn’t awkward. The hum of your mini fridge and the occasional creak of pipes running through the dorm added to the low ambience of sleeplessness. You looked down at him, his knees pulled up slightly, arms draped over them, like he didn’t know how to get comfortable in his own skin.
“Wanna watch something?”
He shook his head. “Too much noise.”
“Read?”
“Already tried. Can’t focus.”
“Lie on the floor and stare at the ceiling until we disassociate?”
He glanced up at you with deadpan humor. “Honestly, that sounds ideal.”
You grabbed a second pillow and tossed it to the floor beside him. He didn’t hesitate. His body uncurled, long and lean as he stretched out beside your bed, head cradled in the fluff of borrowed comfort.
You joined him moments later, lying back so the ceiling filled your view. Pale shadows danced above you, shapes warped by passing cars and the swaying leaves outside the window. The ceiling fan ticked rhythmically above.
“You get this often?” he asked softly, voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah,” you replied, your voice matching his. “Like... more nights than not. It just doesn’t stop. My brain, I mean."
Akaashi sighed, breath feathering the space between you. “Mine too. It’s like it waits until I have to sleep to start racing.”
You turned your head, studying the outline of his profile in the glow from your desk lamp. The slope of his nose, the delicate curve of his lashes, the soft press of his lips.
“So why’d you come?”
He was quiet for a moment. “Because you asked. And I figured... maybe it’d be better to not be alone with it.”
You nodded, the pillow rustling beneath your cheek. “Yeah.”
Minutes passed in silence. He turned to face you, and you mirrored the movement. The two of you laying side by side, not quite touching, breaths moving in rhythm.
“We could do this again,” you whispered. “If you ever can’t sleep. You could just... come over.”
His gaze didn’t waver. “I think I’d like that.”
At 3:57AM, you both fell asleep.
Shoulders brushing. Minds quiet. The night finally letting you rest.
Hey so I really like your writing. Your fics are so inspiring...! Can I pretty please request a fic about Kita catching Reader off guard with a blunt love confession?? 🙏 I'd love to see what you come up with!
Aw inspiring?!! That is so sweet!! I love that I am what people were for me when I started writing (about 5 years ago!) so never give up and be proud of any work you make!! I hope you enjoy <333
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Confessions: Kita
The thing about Kita Shinsuke is that he never does anything without purpose.
He speaks with intention, moves with care, and rarely—if ever—lets emotion get the better of him. He is dependable to a fault, calm even in the most chaotic situations, and as predictable as a rising sun. Which is why, when he turns to you one spring afternoon and says, "I’m in love with you," you nearly choke on your drink.
The two of you are sitting beneath the shade of a wide camphor tree near the back of the school, where the grass grows a little taller and the breeze feels like a secret only you two share. The breeze is soft, the air warm and sweet with the scent of new blossoms. You’d come out here to eat lunch together—something that had become a quiet ritual between you and Kita. No crowds, no noise. Just the two of you, sharing space, swapping stories, occasionally falling into long stretches of silence that never felt awkward. He always brings homemade bento boxes, neatly packed, and you bring snacks or something small to share.
You blink at him, unsure if you heard right. "Sorry—what?"
Kita is still looking at you, expression as steady and unreadable as ever. He’s holding a rice ball in one hand, his bento sitting neatly in his lap. "I said I’m in love with you."
There’s no hesitation. No blush. Just the plain delivery of truth—as if he’s pointing out the weather, or commenting on the quality of the rice today.
You nearly drop the bottle of tea in your hand. "Kita," you breathe, searching his face for a trace of humor or a tell that he’s messing with you. But he’s not. Of course he’s not.
Your heart stutters. "You can’t just say things like that out of nowhere, you know."
He tilts his head slightly. "Why not?"
"Because—" You flail for a second, grasping for something clever to say, something to make sense of the heat rising to your cheeks. "Because it’s—surprising."
Kita hums, thoughtfully chewing. "I didn’t think it would be. We spend time together. You bring me pickled plums even when I don’t ask. You save the last piece of tamagoyaki for me, even though it’s your favorite. You walk me to the gate every day, even when you’re running late. I thought maybe you felt the same."
You sputter, caught between the instinct to deny and the overwhelming realization that he’s right. You do all those things, and more. You always look for him in a crowded room. You always listen when he speaks, no matter how quiet his voice. You think about him in between classes, after practice, before bed. He’s right.
He continues, voice soft but sure. "You don’t have to say anything right now. I just thought it was time I told you."
And with that, he turns his gaze back to the tree branches swaying above you, like he didn’t just tilt your entire world on its axis. He takes another bite of his rice ball, completely composed, like he hadn’t just carved a confession into the air and left it hanging between you.
You sit in stunned silence for a moment longer, the breeze tugging gently at your sleeves. Everything feels quieter now. The breeze, the rustling branches, the distant sound of other students laughing in the courtyard—it all fades into a soft, blurred background. Your fingers tighten slightly around the tea bottle in your lap.
You steal a glance at him. He’s not looking at you. He’s perfectly calm, patient, and somehow that makes your chest ache more than if he’d confessed with nervous laughter or flushed cheeks. There’s no doubt, no need for reassurance. He meant it.
You reach over, plucking a stray leaf from his shoulder. You don’t know why—it just gives your hands something to do.
"You’re unbelievable," you mutter, shaking your head.
He glances at you, eyes curious but unbothered. "Is that a good thing?"
You let out a soft laugh, one that feels lighter than it should considering your heart is still racing in your chest. "I don’t even know. You really just said that like you were telling me we had PE next period."
He shrugs. "I meant it. I don’t think it needs to be complicated."
And you know he’s right again. Kita doesn’t dress things up. He doesn’t make things harder than they need to be. He doesn’t hide behind games or fear or doubt. He just is.
You look down at your lunch, your appetite forgotten. You can’t stop thinking about the things he said. The way he noticed your little habits. The way he didn’t need you to answer right away. The way he didn’t waver.
When you finally meet his eyes again, there’s a warmth blooming in your chest—slow and full, like sunlight rising through clouds.
"I’m in love with you too, you idiot," you say, and your voice is so quiet, so soft, that you almost expect him to miss it.
But he doesn’t.
Kita Shinsuke turns to you fully then, and for the first time all afternoon, he smiles.
Really, truly smiles.
And just like everything else he does, it’s quiet, intentional, and completely disarming.
He reaches for your hand—not suddenly, not dramatically, but gently, deliberately—and your fingers lace together like they were always meant to. You sit that way for a long time, the afternoon stretching endlessly before you, the breeze curling around your ankles, the scent of spring growing thicker with each passing minute.
Neither of you says much after that. You don’t need to.
Some things are better left to the quiet.
And Kita, as always, knows exactly what silence means.
Hello!! Just popping by to say I adore your writing and thank you for sharing it with us! Also that you seem like an awesome person, hehe. Hope you have a lovely day 💖
augh my heart ❤️ thank you so much for your kind words <333 Its only because the community is so amazing that I feel like I can share my passions 😩❤️ Thank you for enjoying my writing!! I hope you continue to enjoy my works <333
Hello!! I just want to say before I request anything that I absolutely ADORE your writing. You’ve quickly become one of my favorite writers! I’m constantly checking to see if you’ve posted LOL please keep it up! <3
if it’s not too much trouble, could I request us doing face-masks with Tsukishima or Akaashi? Either or both is fine, I have zero preference!
Thank you in advance mwa mwa !!
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This is adorable and I am in LOVE. I literally just spat this out lolol Me being a favourite writer of anybody is a dream 🥹 Thank you for enjoying my work!! I'll make sure to post just for you 🥰 I hope you enjoy <333 --
It started with a panda.
Or rather, it started with you, lounging on the couch with a ridiculous animal-print face mask plastered to your face, scrolling through your phone like nothing was out of the ordinary. You wore it like a second skin—completely unbothered, completely at peace.
And then Tsukishima walked in.
He froze halfway through the doorway of your shared apartment, one brow raised as he took in the sight of you in your oversized hoodie, face glistening with a panda-shaped sheet mask.
“...You good?”
“Thriving,” you said simply, not even bothering to look up.
He didn’t respond right away. Just dropped his bag by the door and walked in with that usual lazy gait, eyeing you like you were some sort of cryptid he wasn’t sure how to handle.
“You look ridiculous,” he said eventually, standing behind the couch now, arms crossed.
You peeked up at him with a smirk. “That’s rich coming from someone who used to wear sport goggles indoors.”
He narrowed his eyes at you. You stuck your tongue out.
“Is this one of those self-care things?” he asked, nose wrinkling slightly as he stared at the mask. “Like cucumbers-on-the-eyes and bath bombs?”
“Exactly that,” you nodded. “Except these ones are more fun. They have animals on them.” You pointed to the half-empty package on the coffee table. “You wanna be a tiger or a polar bear?”
He stared at you.
You stared back.
“Absolutely not,” he said flatly.
“You’re doing it.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
You were already peeling one of the masks from its packaging with careful fingers, holding it up like a peace offering. It was orange-striped with little ears on top. Then you reached behind you and grabbed a matching tiger-print headband, complete with pointy ears.
"And this," you said, holding it up triumphantly. "To keep your hair out of your face."
He looked positively scandalized. "There is no way I—"
"Oh, you are," you cut in, already nudging it toward him. "C'mon, Kei. Don't you want the full experience?"
He looked at the headband, then at you, then back at the headband like it personally offended him. But when you wiggled your brows at him and smiled with full confidence, he muttered something under his breath and snatched it from your hand.
"You owe me so much for this."
"Add it to my tab."
He rolled his eyes but said nothing as you helped him unfold the mask and carefully place it over his face.
“Okay, hold still. It has to line up with your eyes… okay, a little to the left—no, my left… there.”
You leaned back to admire your work. Tsukishima, volleyball star, tall and smug and forever exasperated, now sat beside you wearing a bright orange tiger face mask that made his scowl look ten times funnier.
“...You look adorable.”
“I look like a joke,” he said dryly.
You took a photo.
“Delete it.”
“Never.”
Despite all his complaining, Tsukishima stayed there with you for the full fifteen minutes, arms crossed and huffing dramatically every so often. But he didn’t move. And when you started scrolling through your phone again, his thigh pressed just a little closer to yours.
And when the timer went off and you both peeled the masks off with grossed-out noises, you glanced at him with a grin.
“So?”
“So what?”
“Do you feel refreshed and radiant?”
Tsukishima rolled his eyes. “I feel sticky.”
You laughed and leaned over to kiss his cheek. “You’re glowing, tiger boy.”
He shook his head but didn’t push you away. In fact, a small, reluctant smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Maybe face masks weren’t the worst way to spend a lazy evening.
Haii this is the first time I ever make a request but I really liked your content <3 can you make like sex w Kiyoomi after his gf (afab) opened up about being insecure about her flat chest? Please 🙏 I don't know how specific I should be, but I imagine him like touching and kissing more in that area after that, or just worshipping her body in general. I hope I'm not too greedy if I also ask for raw lol 😭. Also, I'm taking the opportunity to ask you: do you prefer people to be more specific with their prompts or just leave it up to you to decide? Okay that's all. I hope you're having a great day! :] and sorry if I made a mistake in my writing 🙏 (english isn't my first language). Take care, muah <33
Hiii!! 🥺💕
First of all—thank you so much for sending in your first request, that means so much to me!! And your English is absolutely perfect, don’t worry at all 💗 I totally understood everything you meant!
Also?? Your idea??? So beautiful and gentle and emotional—yes. I adore how you imagined him paying extra attention and offering that soft, grounding kind of reassurance. It fits him so well.
You’re not being greedy at all!! It’s all ready for you lolol 🫶 I hope it makes you feel warm and loved. And to answer your question: I love when people share specific ideas like this!! But I’m also totally happy to run wild with a vague prompt too—whatever’s most comfortable for you!
Thank you again for trusting me with such a tender piece, muah 💋💞 --
There’s a tremble in your voice when you say it, quiet and shy beneath the warmth of his sheets. You’re curled against his side, wearing one of his long-sleeved shirts, sleeves too big, hem hanging just past your thighs. The room is quiet. Gentle. Dimly lit.
“I know it’s stupid, but... sometimes I wish I had more. There.”
Your fingers hover near your chest like they don’t belong to you, like you’re embarrassed for even bringing it up. You don’t look at him when you say it.
But Sakusa looks at you.
More than that—he sees you.
He doesn’t interrupt, doesn’t dismiss it with a compliment or try to fix what isn’t broken. He waits. Lets you say it all. And then, after a beat of silence, he shifts.
“Can I show you something?” he asks, voice low, tender. When you nod, he leans in—soft, reverent—and kisses your collarbone first. Then just above your heart. Then lower.
His hands find the hem of his shirt you’re wearing, and when you give him permission, he pulls it off slowly, like unwrapping something fragile.
He kisses the top of your chest, then the dip between, then lower still, mouth brushing over skin with careful intention.
“I like this part of you,” he murmurs. “I always have.”
You shiver. He’s not in any rush. His lips explore everything slowly, reverently, thumbs smoothing over your ribs, fingertips grazing soft skin like he wants to memorize you.
“You’re beautiful,” he says, not like a compliment, but a truth he’s always known.
When he finally presses himself to you, everything is slow. Heated, but gentle. He’s raw tonight, in the most intimate way. There’s nothing rushed or rough about it. Just skin, warmth, the low rasp of your name in his mouth.
And when he looks down at you, eyes half-lidded, breath shaking, he says it again.
“You’re more than enough.”
Over and over again, with every kiss. Every touch. Every slow, deep thrust of his hips. Until the only thing you can feel is the weight of his love and the heat building between you, quiet and unrelenting.
He holds your hands. Nuzzles into your neck. Cradles you like you’re everything.
And you are.
To him, you always have been.
Hii!!
First of all, I wanna say that I really really love your writing, I literally check ur page multiple times daily to see if you posted - your writing is just that good.
I wanted to ask if it was possible to maybe have a "fav positions" w Aone? 👀 He's honestly such a gentle guy, I love him smm
Or if that's not rlly smth for you, maybe smth for the manager duty section? I'd love to see smth w Shiratorizawa !!
Again, I absolutely adore your writing, keep it up!! 💕
Hii!! 🥺💕
First of all—your message seriously made my entire day. I can’t even express how much it means to hear that you check my page like that!! Thank you so, so much for all the love and support, truly. 🫶
Also... your request?? Immaculate taste. Aone is such a soft, gentle giant—he absolutely deserves all the love and intimacy. I actually just posted the fav positions drabble for him, so it’s up now if you’d like to check it out!! 😌💕
As for the Shiratorizawa manager drabble—YES, 1000x yes. I’ve been wanting to write something for them, and your message gave me the perfect excuse to start brainstorming. They’ll definitely be getting their moment in the Manager Duties series soon 💜
Thank you again for being the sweetest ever!! Sending you the biggest hugs—ily 🫶💌
Favourite Positions: Aone
It always starts slow with Aone.
Not because he’s hesitant—no, he knows what he wants—but because he treats you like you’re something he’s afraid to break. Like you’re porcelain in his calloused hands, delicate and precious. Every movement he makes is calculated, controlled, like he’s memorizing the way your skin feels under his touch.
He looms over you, body heavy and warm, eyes so intensely focused it makes you squirm beneath him. But he doesn’t move until you nod, until you reach up and brush your fingertips along his jaw, silent permission passed between you.
Then he breathes.
Like he’s been holding it in this whole time.
His hands slide under your thighs to pull you closer, gentle but firm, fitting your hips against his like puzzle pieces that only ever made sense when pressed together. And the second he’s sheathed inside you, it’s like the entire world stills.
“You okay?” It’s the first word he’s spoken since his mouth met yours.
His voice is rougher than usual—breathless, already wrecked—and the weight of his body above you is grounding. Comforting. You nod, and he leans down to kiss your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth like he’s trying to calm himself down.
You can feel how tense he is. Not from discomfort, but from restraint. He could take you fast. He could chase his own release and be done in minutes. But he never does. He moves slow. Deep. His strokes drag like honey, hips rolling into yours with deliberate pressure, drawing out your pleasure with an intensity that’s overwhelming in the best way.
And all the while, he never stops looking at you.
“You’re beautiful like this,” he murmurs, so quietly you almost miss it.
It’s not like him to speak, but tonight there’s a flush high on his cheeks, a fire behind his eyes that he can’t hold back. His forehead presses to yours. His nose brushes along your cheek. His fingers find your hand and lace between them, anchoring you to him as if he's afraid you'll disappear.
“Don’t look away,” he says softly, thumb stroking over your wrist.
Like he wants to memorize the way your face twists when you moan, the way your eyes flutter when he hits that spot just right. And when your breath hitches and your legs tremble around his waist, he doesn’t pick up the pace—he slows down. Drags it out. Holds you tighter, kisses you deeper.
It’s not just sex with Aone.
It’s connection. It’s adoration. It’s devotion.
And when you finally come undone, back arching, nails clawing at his shoulders, he doesn’t let you fall apart alone. He follows seconds after, burying his face in the crook of your neck like he needs to hide the sound of his own release.
The silence that follows is warm. Safe.
He doesn’t pull away.
Just rests his weight on you, arms locked around your waist, holding you close like he never wants to let go.
“You’re okay?”
The same question again, but this time it’s softer. Sleepier.
And when you nod, tangled up in his arms, you hear the smallest, faintest exhale.
Like he’s home.
Hey, can I make nsfw requests?
Yes you very much can!! I have a lot of nsfw content on here lolol
I’d love to hear your ideas!!
I love your blog sm and the way u write is just *chef kiss*
Omg you are absolutely the sweetest! Thank you for your kind words they only encourage me to write more <33
More stories to come hehe
Would it be interesting to ask for Aran? Even something as simple as him noticing Inarizaki’s manager or their friend, anything is fine.
Done :D Thank you for the request!! <333 --
Aran wasn’t someone who let his mind wander. Not during practice, not during games, and certainly not when it came to things that didn’t concern him. He kept his head clear, his priorities in check, and his focus sharp. That was what made him reliable—one of the only people on Inarizaki’s team who could keep the chaos from completely consuming them.
But lately, there was something—or rather, someone—slipping through the cracks in his usual composure.
You.
It wasn’t anything dramatic. Nothing obvious. But little things started creeping up on him. He started noticing the way you always sat near him whenever the team went out to eat, how you rolled your eyes at Atsumu’s antics but never actually walked away from the conversation, how you seemed to know exactly what someone needed before they even had to ask. He wasn’t sure when it started. He wasn’t sure why it started. But he was noticing you, and now he couldn’t seem to stop.
The realization hit him on a random afternoon practice.
He had just finished a long rally, sweat clinging to his skin as he steadied his breathing. Coach was yelling at Atsumu for something—probably for ignoring his setter duties and trying to go for a ridiculous dump shot—and the rest of the team was either catching their breath or groaning at the delay. Aran wiped his forehead with the back of his hand before reaching for his water bottle, only to feel something tap his arm.
A cold water bottle.
He glanced up, and there you were, holding it out to him without a word. Your expression was neutral, not expecting anything, not waiting for some kind of thanks. Just… handing it to him, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Aran hesitated for a fraction of a second before taking it. “Thanks.”
You only nodded before turning back to your clipboard, jotting something down. No big deal. Except it was a big deal, because now Aran was standing there gripping the water bottle tighter than necessary, feeling something stir in his chest that he didn’t know how to name.
It didn’t stop there.
At first, Aran tried to ignore it. Tried to brush off the way his eyes lingered on you a little too long during breaks, the way he found himself listening for your voice even in the middle of a crowded gym. He told himself it was just habit, just familiarity. You were part of the team, and he was just used to having you around.
But then there were the moments in between—the ones that didn’t happen during practice, the ones that felt like something else entirely.
Like the time he was stretching after a long day and you plopped down next to him with an exhausted sigh.
“Tough day?” he asked, not looking up from his toes as he reached forward.
“You have no idea,” you groaned, flopping onto your back. “I think I have permanent damage from listening to Suna and Atsumu argue about some dumb anime for twenty minutes.”
Aran huffed out a laugh. “Could’ve walked away.”
You turned your head, peering up at him with something amused in your gaze. “Yeah? And leave you to suffer alone?”
Something about the way you said it made him pause. He glanced down at you, the corners of your lips twitching like you were fighting back a grin. He opened his mouth, but whatever he had been about to say got stuck in his throat.
Because that—that right there—was the problem.
You weren’t just the team manager. You weren’t just a familiar presence. You were something else, something more, and Aran was beginning to realize it too late.
It got worse after that.
He wasn’t the type to let distractions get the best of him, but now it was like you were in his periphery all the time. The worst part? You didn’t even know. You just carried on like normal, making sure the team didn’t destroy themselves, shooting sarcastic remarks at Atsumu when he got too unbearable, handing Aran a towel when he looked particularly drained.
And he just kept taking it. Kept letting it happen. Kept letting you happen.
But it was when he started getting annoyed that he knew he was screwed.
Because lately, you’d been spending more time talking to Kita.
It wasn’t like Aran had any reason to care. Kita was Kita. He was good at everything, the kind of person who had an effortless way of drawing people in. And you? You were the kind of person who enjoyed good company.
So why did it bother him so much?
It wasn’t jealousy. It wasn’t. That would be ridiculous. But he couldn’t stop noticing it—the way you stood a little closer, the way your conversations stretched a little longer, the way you laughed at something Kita said and Aran felt something sting in a place he hadn’t even realized existed.
He didn’t plan to say anything about it. But then, one day, he caught you laughing at something Kita said, and before he could stop himself, the words left his mouth.
“Didn’t know you two were so close.”
You blinked at him, caught off guard. “Huh?”
Aran crossed his arms, his expression carefully neutral. “You and Kita.”
Your head tilted slightly, eyes narrowing just a bit like you were trying to figure out where this was coming from. Then, slowly, a smirk tugged at your lips. “Why? You jealous or something?”
Aran scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Please.”
“Uh-huh.” You didn’t sound convinced.
He clicked his tongue, looking away. This was stupid. He wasn’t about to sit here and act like some lovesick idiot. That wasn’t him. He had better things to do. More important things.
… Then why did his chest feel tight?
You were still looking at him, clearly entertained by whatever this was. Then, after a pause, you leaned in just slightly, voice dropping into something softer—something unreadable.
“You did notice, though.”
It wasn’t a question. It was a fact.
Aran felt his jaw tighten, but he didn’t say anything.
You let the silence stretch between you before pulling away, grinning like you had figured something out. “Huh. Interesting.”
And just like that, you turned and walked off, leaving Aran standing there with his arms still crossed, his pulse unsteady, and the realization settling deep in his bones.
You were right.
He had noticed.
And that was the problem.
Gurllll
So we're in college and tsuki get dragged into a party, but he ends up chilling in the back just drinking or smoking and listening to music
That's where we first spot him,and like we knew each other from the high-school team but not really know each other y'know?
Then they end up talking and chilling and playing some gamesss like truth or dare or sm
Idk I'm kinda imagining it just chilling and having deep conversations and talk about things in common
Gorl I gotchu ;p ~~
Anon Ask: Tsukishima
Tsukishima had no idea why he was here.
Correction—he knew exactly why. Yamaguchi had guilt-tripped him into coming, saying something about how he needed to "expand his social life" and "stop being a recluse." He hadn't been able to argue much when he was already agreeing just to get his best friend off his back.
Of course, Yamaguchi wasn't even here. Some excuse about having an early morning study session had conveniently surfaced at the last second; Leaving Tsukishima alone at a party he had no interest in attending when a better use of his Friday night would be staying in his dorm with his headphones on, zoning out to some documentary about prehistoric marine life.
All he felt was betrayal.
This was the same useless chatter, the same shallow interactions, the same pointless noise that made him want to walk right back out the door. He leaned against the back wall, drink in hand, half-listening to whatever trash playlist was blaring through the speakers. His gaze occasionally flickered over the room, not because he was interested in anything but because it gave him something to do other than stand there like an idiot.
He didn’t recognize most of the people here. He barely cared to. Drunken laughter rang in his ears, a couple stumbled past him, and someone yelled something incomprehensible from the other side of the room. His patience was already wearing thin. His foot tapped against the ground, a subtle tick of irritation.
Then, through the shifting bodies and dim, flickering lights, his gaze caught on someone who was familiar.
You.
You were weaving through the party, clearly uninterested, your expression giving away just how much you didn't want to be here. There was something oddly reassuring about that—someone else in the same predicament. A memory clicked into place after a few seconds. Second-year. Same class. You'd sat a row over by the window, always making snide remarks under your breath whenever the teacher said something ridiculous. He'd smirked at a few of them but never actually talked to you.
And now, here you were. And you’d seen him too.
Your eyes met across the room, a quiet recognition passing between you. Then, without hesitation, you started making your way over. He briefly considered looking away, pretending he hadn’t noticed, but it was already too late.
"Hey... Tsukishima, right? We had a class together in second year." You stopped beside him, tilting your head slightly. "Never thought I’d see you at a party. Let me guess—you lost a bet?"
He huffed, taking a sip from his drink. "Close. My friend thought I needed to ‘socialize more.’"
You deadpanned. "That’s disgusting. I’m sorry for your loss."
A snort left him before he could stop it. "Yeah, well. He’s not even here."
You raised a brow. "He ditched you?"
"Told me he had ‘studying’ to do." Tsukishima made air quotes with his free hand. "Like that wasn’t his plan all along."
"Brutal." You leaned against the wall beside him, arms crossed. "And yet, here you are. Holding up your end of the deal like a good little soldier."
Tsukishima rolled his eyes. "For now."
You smirked, turning your gaze back to the chaotic mess in front of you. "This place is awful."
"Yeah." His gaze flicked over the crowd, unimpressed. "Not sure what’s worse—the music or the people."
"Tough call," you mused. "The music is bad, but at least it doesn’t try to hold a conversation with you."
Tsukishima let out a quiet, amused exhale. "Fair point."
A beat passed before you sighed, shifting your weight. "You wanna get out of here?"
He glanced at you, gauging if you were serious. He wasn’t usually the type to just leave somewhere with someone he barely knew. But this was unbearable. And you? You at least had a functional brain in your head.
His brows lifted slightly, but he didn’t hesitate. "God, yes."
Neither of you said anything more as you slipped through the party, out the door, and into the cold night air. The shift was immediate—the tension of the party dissipating the moment you stepped onto the sidewalk, the dull hum of the city streets far more tolerable than whatever chaotic mess was happening inside.
You walked without a real destination, just following the quiet rhythm of the night, side by side under streetlights casting long shadows across pavement. The city wasn’t asleep, but it was quieter now, the occasional car passing by, a few other night-walkers making their way home.
"So, what’d you do to deserve being dragged here?" he asked, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"I thought I could be like everyone else our age." You sighed dramatically. "Clearly, I make poor choices."
Tsukishima huffed. "Yeah, you and me both."
Silence stretched between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. The streets were mostly empty, the occasional passing car throwing streaks of light across the pavement. You kicked a stray pebble down the sidewalk, watching it bounce before speaking again.
"So, are you still doing that volleyball thing?"
Tsukishima looked at you, unimpressed. "Wow. Stalker much?"
You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, totally. I spend all my free time keeping tabs on people I barely spoke to in high school."
Tsukishima let out a quiet scoff but found himself smirking despite himself. "Right. Of course."
You nudged him lightly with your elbow before switching topics. "So, what’s your major?"
He glanced at you, wondering if you actually cared or if you were just making conversation. "Geology."
You raised a brow, a knowing look crossing your face. "Dinosaurs, huh?"
Tsukishima tensed. "What? No. Rocks."
You let out a low laugh. "Sure. Totally not related."
He rolled his eyes, but the corner of his lips twitched. "What about you?"
"Oh, I don't really have one. I prefer to just float. You know, jack of all trades and that jazz."
Tsukishima found that slightly funny, though he didn’t show it beyond a slight shake of his head. "So you plan to graduate with nothing, then?"
"That’s the dream."
The back-and-forth was easy, natural. Neither of you felt the need to fill every silence with meaningless words, and yet, the conversation kept flowing. Complaints about professors, stupid classmates, the absurdity of group projects—somehow, it all felt lighter when it was shared.
At some point, your steps slowed, and you both lingered near a street corner, neither of you saying anything for a few beats. A breeze rolled past, cool against the lingering warmth of the night, and you rocked back on your heels before tilting your head slightly to glance at him.
"You know," you started, drawing out the words, "I half-expected you to be a bigger ass."
Tsukishima blinked at you, arching a brow. "And I expected you to be less annoying."
You let out a low laugh, shaking your head. "So we’re both disappointed. Great."
Tsukishima didn’t answer, but he huffed out something close to a laugh, subtle but there. The conversation had been nothing but casual snark and easy complaints, but there was something oddly comfortable about it—like the banter wasn’t just passing time but filling a space that neither of you had realized was empty until now.
Eventually, you stopped at the entrance to the subway station. You looked up at him, hands stuffed in your pockets, shifting slightly on your feet before smirking.
"I like complaining about things with you," you said, voice lighter than before. "Let’s do it again sometime."
And then, just like that, you turned and disappeared down the stairs.
Tsukishima stood there, watching as the train rumbled to life, departing into the tunnels with you on it.
A sigh slipped out of him, and he muttered to himself, "... yeah... me too."
Then, like an idiot, it hit him.
He didn’t ask for your number.
Great.
Give me your art requests! (Again)
I want ocs, ideas you've had circling around in your brain, obscure characters only you like, MEMES, and litterly everything else!
(Except for nsfw. Dont you dare)
Hi, I stumbled upon your blog when I was looking for Narnia artwork. Can I clarify if you write for anyone other than Caspian?
Yeah I totally write for other narnia characters. Caspian is just my favorite. I have a whole list of characters and fandoms I write for. My request list is completely open. It just takes me a second to actually write 😬. But yeah totally.
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Hi can I request a percabeth smut post tartarus where annabeth is insecure about her scars and when the first time percy and annabeth get intimate, she tries hiding her body with her hands but percy kisses each and every scar while murmuring praises on her skin, literally worshipping her
I would totally do this I just don’t write Character x Characters fics ☹️. If you wanted I could add in a reader of your choice and write it then. I would totally write it then.
mattheo riddle x pregnant!fem!reader ???
The scenario: You hid your pregnancy from him because you were afraid he would order you to abort your pregnancy because you were still 'students'...:(
A Miracle
a/n: I’ve been taking a small breaking from writing but I’m trying to get back into the grove. Hope y’all enjoy.
Warnings: talk of forced abortion, pregnancy, birth, teen pregnancy, allusions to smut
Y/n couldn’t stop herself from shaking as she sat on her boyfriend, Mattheo Riddle’s bed. He stared down at her, a pained expression on his face. Her heart pounded in her chest like a she was running. Tears threatened to explode from her eyes like a bomb. Slowly Mattheo lowered himself down and kneeled right in front of her.
“Princess… why didn’t you tell me?” Mattheo pondered softly as if speaking to a frightened doe. In many ways you were his doe, with your big e/c eyes and pretty smile. “I was scared.” You muttered. He placed his slightly roughened hands on the bed at her side.
“Why?” You couldn’t answer. Tears poured down your face. His hands instinctively wiped the gushing tears.
“Why princess?” Mattheo repeated.
“I was scared you would make me…. Make me get rid of them.” Mattheo froze, his puppy brown eyes falling. His princess thought he’d make them get rid of their baby? His heart shattered as he saw the pure terror in her eyes.
“Princess…” Mattheo slowly brought his hands to your cheek, wiping the steady stream of tears flowing from your eyes. Mattheo would never make you get rid of your baby.
This baby was a part your you, a part of him, a part of them. It was a sign of their love, a love that Mattheo thought he’d be denied. As the son of the Dark Lord, he never expected to fall in love. Much less with you, his perfect girl.
Who always helped the younger Slytherins, always gave everyone the prettiest smile, always happy with your pretty doe eyes.
Mattheo never thought you’d love him, that he was capable of being loved. But here you were, sobbing on his bed, pregnant… pregnant with his baby.
Mattheo knew the risks of having sex without a condom, normally he was so good at pulling out with they went without one. However after he finally beat Potter in the match he couldn’t keep his hands off you. The both of you hand no control over yourselves and didn’t care.
“What do you wanna do?” Mattheo voiced firmly. He needed to keep you steady.
“I’m scared Matty, I dunno know what I wanna do.” You cried softly, hands buried in his sheets. Mattheo quickly brought you into a tight comforting hug. He rubbed her back in soft circles.
“Whatever you want, we’re gonna do it together.” Mattheo mumbled softly into her ear. Y/n sniffled softly as she hugged him tightly.
In the end the pair kept the baby, and in nine months they had a beautiful baby girl. Helga Riddle and she was their miracle.
Hii! About your last question, I don’t personally like anime but I wouldn’t mind if you want to post any of your fanfics about it (:
PS: Are you writing something about Caspian at the moment?
A/n: Currently I have a lot of ongoing fics (not my smartest moment 😃) but I do plan on doing a Caspian fic in the future. I am posting my John Wick fic later today if you’re interested in something like that. It’s platonic dad John wick x child assassin fem! Reader. I will be posting my KiriBaku fic later too. But as always my request are open so if you want more oneshots send some requests. Have a nice day.
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Question
Quick question would anyone be interested in me being over any of my other stories from Wattpad? I have a BakuKiri x fem!reader book and I was wondering if anyone would be interested.
Darkling x breeding kink + spanking?🙈
Marking
a/n: My motivation has been low as of late, and my life has gotten really busy as of late. Also I’m really liking my tidemaker! Reader that invented so I’m gonna used her unless specifically told otherwise or if I just feel like not using her. As always hope you enjoy.
Warnings: breeding kink, spanking, dom!Aleksander and sub!Reader, safe word is not established but is their, p in v smut, dacryphilia, war room smut, tidemaker!Reader
Aleksander Morozova x fem! Reader
You weren’t sure if it was the hard wooden desk digging into your bare hips, the relentless pounding of Aleksander cock inside your dripping cunt or if his harsh hand landing in your ass was what sent you to tears. Your hands grinned onto the desk, trying to center yourself as Aleksander took out all his pent up frustrations of the day on you.
It had not been a good day for your lover. First the king had been particularly nauseating, the grisha were still unsafe as always and to top it off some new noble man made a move on you in front of him. Loyal as you were you denied the man and went to go to him only for the man to touch you.
Aleksander grunted as he felt you grip his cock deep inside. Your moan and gasps were bouncing off the wall and he hoped that everyone would hear. His hand landed hard against the angry red of your ass. You jolted as his opposite hand dug its way through your hair, pulling you up slightly.
He sucked up your neck, biting and leaving marks in his wake. You moaned as he began to suck on the sweet spot of your neck. His gently lowered you back into the desk that moved with every snap of his hips. His free hand moved to your pearl, rubbing fast and steady circles on the nerves. Your moaning increased as he kissed at the back of your neck. His hand colliding with your red ass.
“You’re doing so well for me milaya.” Aleksander praised as your tears hit the desk. You babbled cockdrunk as he hit that spot that always left your mouth gaping.
“I’m gonna shove my cum so fair into your cunt that it takes and everyone will know you’re mine.” The coil inside you tightened the eating to burst. Your moan grew higher, louder, more erratic.
“Sasha! I’m gonna cum- Sasha! Please!” You begged as he smacked your ass again. His over composer began to dwindle as he groan his thrusts growing fast as his own organism grew more apparent.
“I can’t wait to see you swelling with our child. All round and so full of me, all mine. Mine.” He grunted as you whimpered. With a cry of his name you came hard. His own release happening right after. You both panted as he pulled himself out. Your mixed juices dripped onto the floor until her shoved his finger in.
“Don’t want to waste anything, right my Tidemaker?” Aleksander sighed as he kissed your neck. You mumbled softly, not having the energy to be much of a brat. After a while her pulled his finger out and sucked in your combined juices. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his lap.
He scrapped his kefta over your bare form and kissed your forehead. You nuzzled into him as your eyes dropped.
“Do you think my seed will take?” Aleksander mumbled in between kissing your neck.
“If it doesn’t we can always try again.” He chuckled a smile landing in his face. His darling Tidemaker, always so eager.
Hi! Can I request general headcanons with yandere prince Caspian?
Headcannons
a/n: this is my first time doing these so I hope there okay.
Yandere! Prince Caspian x Reader
Firstly this boy is the a protective Yandere
With him losing his father, mother and his kingdom being stolen you are the only thing he can count on
When Miraz goes to kill him he refuses to leave with out you.
The Narnians quickly grow to like you which puts Caspian at ease
He hates how Peter stares at you, you belong to him
He only allows you around Lucy and sometimes Edmund
Susan is a no go because always around you
He likes it when you rake your hands through his hair, gently messaging his head.
There isn’t any length Caspian wouldn’t go for you, his darling
He would never physically hurt you buuut he’s more then will to mess with your head
Over all as long as you listen to him and don’t disobey him you good
if you’re not so willing then…. Good luck.
I’m the anon who requested the Y/N choking Caspian thing and I LOVED IT! It’s so well written too 😍😍
Thank you so much for doing my request, lovely 💕
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Really! I thought I did bad, I’m soooo glad you like it. ❤️🥰🥰🥰❤️
Send Darkling request
I’m dying to write some darkling request so someone plssss send one.
Hiii! Can I request something smutty with King!Caspian? Him and Y/N are having sex and Cas asks her to choke him
Something new
a/n : This is my first smut attempt to bear with me. I made it so the Caspian and reader are newlyweds.
Warnings: smut, p in v sex, chocking, praise kink, dom reader sub Caspian
King Caspian x fem! Reader
The castle of Narnia had long since gone silent, the night sky taking over. All was quiet except the chambers of the king with his new queen. The guards had long since moved away from the chamber door. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and moans causing blush to ride up there cheek.
In side there chamber Y/n get out a high pitched moan as Caspian suck at her neck as she roll her hips against his. Caspian grunted softly as he grasped at her moving hips, attempting to steady himself as she fucked herself on his cock.
Caspian stared up at his beautiful new wife, his wife. He held tightly onto the soft plush of his body. Her lewd moaning driving Caspian insane. Her hands grasp tightly on his shoulders as she moved her hips. Her greedy cunt sucking in her new husband’s cock into her.
Caspian panted and groan as Y/n sped up her pace. Caspian slowly grabbed one of the hands and placed it gently around his neck. Y/n watched him in confusion as she slowed her pace slightly.
“Cas?” Caspian chuckled slightly and nudged her to grip his neck tightly.
“Please love.” Y/n stared down at her husband with an awe stricken look. She sped her pace up again and Caspian slipped a hand to her little bundle of nerves. Y/n whined softly as her grip on Caspian’s neck tightened. Caspian groaned loudly as her grip tightened.
“You like that my king?” Y/n muttered as Caspian groaned. The coil was being to clench inside of her as she panted. Caspian nodded his head hurriedly as he rubbed quick and messy circles on her nub. The coil inside of her threatened to burst as each movement of her hips.
Caspian grew louder and louder as Y/n gripped onto his neck. Caspian could feel himself falling deep into her. Her eyes, her body, her lovely cunt, her soft hand around his neck
“Please…” Y/n giggled softly as she began to feel the coil snap.
“Are you going to cum for me? Please come for me.” Y/n mumbled against him as they moved in sync. They couldn’t tell who climaxed first. Whether it was Caspian being thrown over the edge by Y/n’s hand on his neck. Or if it was Y/n’s coil breaking as Caspian rubbed at her pearl.
The pair panted as Caspian brought Y/n closer to himself. Y/n fell to his side and cuddled into him as there mixed cum dripped down her thighs. Y/n gently looked at his neck, she gently bite her lip.
“I didn’t hurt you did I?” Caspian shock his head with a smile. “You could never hurt me.” Caspian muttered as Y/n kissed the red of his neck.
“I love you, my dearest husband.”
“And I love you more, my dearest wife.”
Do you receive requests about other fandoms besides the ones you wrote on the list?
Yes, I will take other fandoms, I write for other fandoms but just didn’t put them cause I got lazy.
hi!! do you have any rules for the requests?? like no smut or something like that??
Not really, I’m pretty good with everything! 🥰🥰🥰
As always, thank you so much for writing my ideas. And don’t worry about taking long to write out my request from before; you shouldn’t feel pressured to write anything, especially not in a specific amount of time. I’m just glad you’re willing to write :)
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I love writing all your requests. They take my mind off the stress I get from school and other stuff. Feel free to send more! 😁😁😁
Requests are open
My request box is open! I write for a bunch of fandoms and characters that I’ll list below.
Percy Jackson
Character: Percy, Annabeth, Grover and I do the Greek gods and stuff. I might add more characters from the series/show so ask if you’re not sure.
Grishaverse
Character: Aleksander, Alina, Nikolai, Zoya, Genya, Kaz, Jesper, Nina, Inej, Matthias, (I haven’t read the series all the way through but I have seen the show and read the demon in the wood)
Harry Potter
Characters: Golden trio era, Marauders era, and Fantastic Beasts
Narnia
Characters: Caspian, Peter, Edmund, Lucy, Susan
Disney
Characters: Just general Disney, like the Princess, Princes, Disney channel and stuff
Avatar
Characters: Jake, Neytiri, Tsu'tey, Lo'ak, Tsireya, Tonowari, Ronal, Neteyam and Spider
My Hero Academia
Characters: Deku, Dabi, Shoto, Kiri, Mina, Bakugo, Shōta, others
Hunger Games/ TBOSAS
Characters: Katniss, Peeta, Gale, Coriolanus, Lucy, and Finnick
John Wick/ John Constantine
Stranger Things
Characters: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, 001/Henry Creel, Billy Hargrove, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley
Tales of Arcadia
Characters: Jim Lake, Claire Núñez, Toby Domzalski, Douxie Casperan, Krel Tarron, Aja Tarron
Dead Boy Detectives
Characters: Monty the Crow, Edwin Payne, Charles Rowland, Crystal Palace, Niko Sasaki
The 100
Characters: Bellamy Blake, Octavia Black, Clarke Griffin, Finn Collins, Jasper Jordan, Raven Reyes, Marcus Kane, Monty Green,
Twilight
Characters: Bella swan, Edward Cullen, Alice Cullen, Jasper Hale, Rosalie Hale, Esme Cullen, Carlisle Cullen, Jacob Black, Seth Clearwater, Leah Clearwater
The Last of Us
Characters: Joel Miller, Ellie Williams, Tommy Miller, Dina, Bill, Frank
And so many others I just can’t think of them right now. If there’s a fandom you’re wondering about just ask and I’ll see what I can do. I do platonic, romantic, Female, Male, neutral, working on yandere stuff, angst, head-cannons, au’s, working on smut. I don’t write Character x Character stuff. Have a lovely day 🥰🥰
Prompts:
For Requests, of course. Here’s my list, feel free to come up with your own. You don’t need to use it if you have other ideas, I love hearing them!/gen.
1. "I can't keep kissing/fucking strangers and pretending they're you!"
2. "You've thought about this, haven't you?"
3. "Prove it."
4. "I still remember the way you taste."
5. "You make me want things I can't have."
6. "You love them, don't you?"
7. "Touch me."
8. "You smell nice."
9. "You're mine."
10. "So...slow and loving, or hard and punishing?"
11. "Do it, coward."
12. "Please, kindly, shut the fuck up. I can't stand how appealing your voice is."
13. "I'm tired of being your secret."
14. "I told you so."
15. "It's always been you..."
16. "Because I love you, god dammit!"
17. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
18. "I thought you hated me."
19. "Don't you even think about touching them."
20. "Don't let go."
21. "What the fuck are you doing with my partner?!"
22. "Just kiss me already."
23. "I don't know whether to kiss you, or slap you!"
24. "Stop biting your lip, or else I am going to do it for you."
25. "If you complain about the weather one more time, I'll give you a real reason to sweat."
26. "Yell at me again, and I'll give you something to scream about."
27. "Oh, well fuck me, then."
28. "I bet you would look even better without those clothes on."
29. "Is this you trying to flirt with me?"
30. "How much of that did you hear?"
31. "What happens if I do this?"
32. "Please don't shoot me for this."
33. "Tell me I'm wrong."
34. "Is that a challenge?"
35. "I like my clothes better on you."
36. "That's mine."
37. "Don't leave my sight again."
38. "Do you want me to use these handcuffs?"
39. "That's a first."
40. "I don't care if you want my help, you're getting it anyway."
41. "Can I kiss you?"
42. "You're my favorite thing."
43. "Don't even think about it."
44. "Are you single?Asking for a friend."
45. "What are my chances with you?"
46. "What if I buy you roses?"
47. "Why you?"
48. "How is it that you always know when I'm lying?"
49. "People as (pretty/handsome/attractive) as you shouldn't be legal."
50. "Baby, you're shaking."
51. "Tell me again."
52. "Say that louder, or I'll make you."
53. "Will you do it for a kiss?"
54. "Shh, stop fussing...I'm just braiding your hair."
55. "Your hugs are my favorite part of the day."
56. "I think I love you."
57. "But I want to hear you sing!"
58. "I like the way your hand fits in mine."
59. "You don't need a reason, idiot."
60. "Don't tell them!"
61. "I don't like them, I like you!"
62. "Are you jealous?"
63. "We can't be friends anymore...I will always see you as something else."
64. "I'm afraid that you'll end up seeing me the way I see myself."
65. "You'll catch me, yeah?"
66. "I'm gonna take a shower...you should probably join me, it'll save water."
67. "I can't stand the way they look at you."
68. "Is that my shirt?"
69. "Did I stutter?"
70. "That's distracting, asshole."
71. "Your so hot." "*You're*"
72. "It's not a double date, we're just both third wheels!"
73. "I want to marry you."
74. "They will be mine, whether they like it or not."
75. "Bite me."
76. "Do you want to test that theory?"
77. "D-Did you just check me out?"
78. "How do you say 'kiss me?'"
79. "(Y/N), it's fine, you've been running through my mind all day, that's enough exercise."
80. "I'm in love with you and it's terrifying."
81. "Your moans are my favorite sound."
82. "I'm sure we could put those lips to better use."
83. "Don't mind me, I'm just enjoying the view."
84. "You like that, don't you?"
85. "I need you."
86. "P-Please...s-stop."
87. "Look at what you did to me! I had to deal with this all day."
88. "Look at me."
89. "Do you have any idea what I want to do with you?"
90. "Did you just kiss me?"
91. "Do you plan on kissing me, or just staring at my lips like they're your dinner?"
92. "Were you touching yourself?"
93. "Oh, it doesn't work that way sweetheart."
94. "Stomp squirming! You're making it worse."
95. "I heard that but I'd like for you to say it again or else I'll pretend like I never heard anything."
96. "Just do it already!"
97. "Fine! I love (Y/N), okay!"
98. "Hold still."
99. "Is this okay?"
100. "There's a thin line between love and hate, and right now, I'm making a fucking circle."
101. "It's a hobby of mine to prove you wrong."
102. "Oh, really?"
103. "Missed me, missed me, now you gotta kiss me."