#🌸please I beg to write with others

[lady0f-thenight]

🌸I swear I'm alive I've just been on a binge working on stuff for school, I'll try to post some prompts for anybody interested in my lil OC for POTO <3

[reallyromealone]

Ohshc host club members with a male reader who is bsd Chuuya Nakahara's younger brother

Male reader has the same abilities as Chuuya

The host club members somehow got into trouble so male reader has no choice but to use his abilities

Title: risky business

Part : One

Fandom: OHSHC x Bungou stray dogs

Characters: host club, chuuya

Fic type: two shot

Pairings:

Warnings: male reader, reader insert

Notes: using that ohshc manga plot wooo

Summary: I don't know how to write the nabbing rn so enjoy a cliff hanger

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(Name) Always kept to himself during classes, he was thankful his brother worked so hard to give him such a good life but (name) always struggled to make friends especially because of his over protective brother.

Thankfully his brother had the forethought to give (name) a fake last name as to not be recognized.

"Chuu, I'm heading to school now" (name) said to his brother who was practically falling asleep on his king sized bed "I made you some breakfast for when you wake up" always a good little brother, chuuya noted to himself "have a good day, get good grades" he grumbled and (name) Pat his head before leaving, the private car waiting for him.

(Name) Typically opted for his more casual uniform, a sweater vest instead of the blazer and music playing from his mp3 player.

(Name) Was a ghost in the school, keeping to the shadows and focusing on his school work and narrowly avoiding his classmates to get to his seat.

Pulling out his notebook and other supplies while everyone else talked and generally caught up from the weekend.

"--and we will be working in pairs this project" (name) snapped back into reality at his teachers words and saw them tape a paper to the door "check at the end of class, these papers will show what is expected of the project" (name) awkwardly thanked his classmate who passed him the papers and passed the pile to the person behind him.

"Awww we aren't partners!" A girl groaned annoyed to her friend while (name) looked at the paper curiously, looking down till he saw his name and...

Haruhi Fujioka.

Well haruhi was nice enough from what he saw of his classmate, glancing at the brown haired teen who was chatting with the twins, the two brothers always made (name) uncomfortable with their incest act; The whole host club overwhelmed (name) honestly.

"Uh, hey so we're partners..." (Name) Mumbled awkwardly while the twins looked him up and down as if inspecting the quiet teen "right! Heres my number, we can meet up after club stuff..." She said pulling out her phone and (name) nodded, the twins circling them curiously "you never talk to anyone" kaoru said simply and Hikaru nodded "why don't you have friends?"

(Name) Was a bit stunned at their blatant audacity and was ready to fire something off when haruhi gave them a look "can you guys not be rude at any given opportunity?" She said incredulously to the twins shock, looking away annoyed from her and Hikaru glared at (name) but said nothing else.

The four went about their days, (name) in the soccer club and the other three at the host club.

(Name) Never really thought about the host club, his teammates always chatting about the club getting all the girls "(name) aren't you doing a project with one of the members?" His captain asked (name) who nodded "yeah, haruhi" he said simply and a member hung himself over the other "try and figure out how they get all the girls! Please (name)!" He begged and the teen rolled his eyes with a soft laugh "yeah, I'll make it mission number one" he said simply and the team made small talk, always trying to include (name). They didn't know his family secret but they knew he was shy and wanted him to know that they were friends with him.

"And don't forget to bring back the training camp forms!" The captain said seriously and everyone nodded before leaving, (name) going to the host club with a little confusion; he's never had to go to it so he's a bit lost ok!

"Music room number three... Number three..." He mumbled while looking at the doors signs and made a small 'aha!' when he saw the sign before taking a deep breath and knocking twice before opening the door. Rose petals assaulted his face and a resounding 'welcome!' before Hikaru spoke flatly "oh it's you" (name) ignored the elder twins snark and turned his attention to haruhi "club activities are still going I see, want me to meet you in the library?"

"And do what? Huh? What are you gonna do with our haruhi?!" Tamaki tried to get all dad mode but (name) just sighed "were partners for a--"'--PARTNERS?!" The blond looked like he was ready to drop either from horror or rage, maybe both "yes... In a project" (name) felt a headache form and wanted to leave and haruhi seemed tired "actually club activities just finished, let me grab my stuff and we can go"

But it's never that easy, she should have known.

She knew that they would never make it easy.

The project required them to go out and gather data and of course the host club would follow.

"Do they always do that or am I just special?" (Name) Asked her curiously before staring at her with a little more focus "ooooohhhh, wait no I get it now" he realized and haruhi looked panicked "trans?"

"No, i-uh I have to pay off a debt" she explained and he nodded "well I won't say anything don't worry... Anyways"

What none of them realized though was that they were being followed.

"That the kid?"

"He has some rich friends, could probably get a pretty penny off then as well..."

[ghostboneswrites2]

Hii!!! This account has been my go-to for daryl fics since ive been into him. And i really love the way you write!! But since im a sucker for angst and anything cry-worthy, ive been wanting a fic where its in pre-negan and to negan's first appearance timeline— after rick decides to bring maggie to the hilltop to figure out what's wrong with her, the reader is to stay with gabriel to watch out for alexandria, but considering how her anxiety for daryl and the other's safety is eating her she went out to look for them, using the tracking skills daryl had taught her. The time she found the group was at the lineup, Abraham's head already bashed to a unidentifiable pulp. Due to the scene she couldnt help but act in fury and tried attacking negan but his men was able to catch up and before she could even lay a finger on negan, she was kneeling aswell. this triggers Daryl, not being able to see reader in such danger as he vowed to protect her at all cost and punched negan which causes him to stumble. And instead of glenn dying at Daryl's outburst, its the reader who gets a taste of lucille.

And i leave the rest to you! :DD

Well first of all anon I am HONORED to be your go to 🥹 please accept this flower as a token of my appreciation 🌸

Anyways, I’m an absolute sucker for angst and you have INSPIRED ME. I hope you’re ready for the b i g sad.

*ahem* *cracks knuckles*

The Man Who…

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(Fem!Reader) (Reader Description: has hair)

Warnings: blood, gore, profanity

With your teeth chewing tirelessly at your nail beds, the flesh had become raw. A faint hue of blood settled in between the cracks on your lips.

A deep pit had formed in your gut. It was vacuous, consuming. Your nerves were eating you alive. Nobody had come back yet. You knew it wouldn’t be a quick trip, but still. And nobody had radioed back in over an hour.

You sucked in a sharp breath, partially in hopes that the sensation of air filling your lungs would calm the rapid pace of your heart.

“Is something the matter?” Gabriel asked you, having picked up on your restlessness.

“We haven’t heard from them.” You said simply, foot tapping against the ground. Gabriel pressed his lips together and nodded.

“The Lord is with them. They’ll be okay.” He assured you. With a scoff, your rolled your eyes. Who was he to preach to you in times of need? What did he care? He left his entire congregation to be eaten alive.

“I have to use the bathroom.” You announced abruptly, pushing your chair back and exiting the room with haste. You stomped down the hall into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

You stared at yourself for a while, begging your reflection for some guidance. Daryl told you to stay put. You made a deal with him a long time ago, never to break away from the plan unless you had no choice. However, would he sit idly by if he didn’t know you were safe? Surely not. You may have made a deal with him, but the two of you had also taken an oath to each other.

It was the silent, unspoken kind of promise. Neither of you needed to say it out loud, you just knew. You’d always protect each other, you’d always find each other, and you’d never leave the other behind. So why were you still standing there?

They would have contacted you by now if they were okay. That was the plan, and you never strayed away from the plan.

Without a second thought, you marched out of the bathroom and made hast to the armory, mapping out a plan in your mind as you did so.

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The engine sputtered as you pulled the key from the ignition. You’d been driving for roughly an hour, following the route the others would have taken. You only pulled over when you saw the RV parked on the side of the road.

As you examined the scene around the vacant house-on-wheels, you were able to put Daryl’s teachings to use in identifying the tracks leading into the trees. The woods were eerily quiet as you followed the trail of disturbed undergrowth. Dusk was settling in, and the only sound to be identified were the rhythmic chirps of frogs and crickets.

Nightfall crept up on you quickly. Your breath had become visible in the moonlight, chills crawling all over you. Regardless, you pressed on. The night could throw anything your way, but you wouldn’t turn back. The idea that something was terribly wrong hadn’t eased. If anything, the feeling grew more dire, as if you were running out of time.

You had been consumed entirely by your thoughts at this point, worst case scenarios floating around in a sea of worry inside your mind. You were only brought back to the present when you caught a glimpse of shining lights just up ahead. Hurriedly, you crouched down into some shrubbery. The bright lights casted shadows through the leaves that danced over your face as you peered through the bushes to see what was going on.

It was hard to make out, but you could see a wall of people surrounding another RV. There was a voice, too, hidden behind the barricade of bodies. It was giving some kind of speech that you couldn’t quite pick up on. The people surrounding the scene were predatory in their demeanor, like a pack of hungry hyenas cornering their kill.

You watched for some time before you caught onto a second voice — one with more grit to it — and you recognized it immediately.

Rick was on the other side of these people, which meant the rest of your family was too. It meant Daryl would be there too.

As carefully as you could, you crawled closer, sticking low into to the shadows. You could almost make out what was being said when a strong pair of arms yolked you up by the waist. A gust of breath escaped you as your back impacted a solid chest. You flailed your arms and legs, hissing profanities in between your hunts and growls. Whoever it was struggled to contain you, but they were still just strong enough to hold you.

The people who previously had their backs to you parted, allowing entrance into their circle. The man who had your restrained dragged you into the middle. When you finally grew tired of struggling and had a chance to look around, you took it all in.

Your friends were all kneeling on the ground, shock and grief written all over their faces. People you’d never seen before surrounded you.

Your captor threw you down in to the dirt. You caught yourself with your hands. A pair of boots stepped in front of you. Your eyes followed them up to a face.

He was tall and menacing. A wide grin spear over his lips as he chuckled, swinging a bat over his shoulder.

“She was watching from the bushes, sir.” The man who found you reported.

“Huh.” He hummed, spinning on his heel to face Rick. “One of yours, I take it?”

Rick hesitated to nod. The man thought for a moment, as you continued to study the scene around you. When your eyes fell on Abraham — or, what used to be Abraham — a wave a nausea washed over you. You slapped your hand over your mouth to suppress a gag.

“Oh, shit.” The man chuckled. “Guess you missed that part. See, that’s payback for fucking with me.”

“You cocksucker.” You growled, scowling as you lunched up at the man. Arms wrapped around you again, shoving you back down into the dirt. He dragged you over to Rick and the others, kicking you into place.

That was all Daryl could bare. His chest tightened, a sharp feeling darting from his core down into he tips of his fingers. His face went numb with nerves. He had no time to think. Before you could even push yourself off the ground, Daryl sprung forward and landed a solid punch across Negan’s face.

Two men quickly dragged Daryl back into place, one of them holding a familiar crossbow to his head. “Let me do it, boss.” The man begged.

Negan recollected himself quickly, laughing at the audacity required to attack him under such circumstances. Had he not made himself clear?

“Nah. That’s not gonna work.” Negan shook his head. “I told you. No exceptions.”

In the blink of an eye his bat was raised. Time slowed down, nearly halted for those around you. You looked up, tears flowing softly down your cheeks. For a moment, you felt peace. The next moment, fear. Finally, pain. A searing, crushing, all-consuming kind of pain. A loud crunch echoed through the trees. Your ears rang loudly, vision blurry and red. You blinked rapidly, throwing to clear whatever was in your eyes.

Gasps and sobs followed. Your friends and family around you watched in horror as you struggled to sit back up. It didn’t seem like you really registered what happened. You were too disoriented from the first blow to feel the second one.

You gurgled as tried to speak, blood spurting from your lips. Daryl’s cries rattled his body, barely able to make a sound as his breath seemed to be knocked out every time the bat fell down on your skull.

The only thing you could see was a blur of lights and shadows, tainted red with your own blood. For everyone else, the view was much more gruesome. Bits of bone and brain were hanging from your frizz of hair, some of which had been snagged on Lucille’s barbed wire dressing and ripped out. Only two blows from the bat and your were fully incapacitated, reduced to a bloody blubbering lump on the ground with a dent in your skull.

Weak with horror, Daryl lost the strength to sit straight. He fell tot he ground, attempting to drag himself toward you. A heavy boot pressed into his back, holding him firmly down.

Even Negan seemed to falter at the sight of his own destruction. Killing women was a new low for him, even with his track record. Especially in such a barbaric fashion. A sniffed and frowned, gripping Lucille tightly. It was too late for second thoughts. Daryl had to be taught a lesson. He had to understand how things would be from now on. There would be no more bravery or heroism. There would only be Negan.

He raised the bat once more, glancing over to Daryl as he groveled and sobbed below Dwight’s boot. The pain in Daryl’s eyes struck a chord in Negan. It was an unmistakable kind of reaction. The kind you could only bring out of a man when you were taking away the person he loved. Negan knew that feeling all too well. His eyes fell back down to you, twitching and squeaking with pain and confusion. He decided the best thing he could do for you was to swing hard and end your misery.

The final blow was the loudest, the messiest, the one nobody could bare to watch. Blood and brain matter splattered across those close to you. Daryl, Rosita, Negan, Dwight. Everyone was silent, save for a few sobs and the only pairs of eyes that never left you were those of Daryl and Negan. The man who loved you, and the man that killed you.

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On days like this, Daryl found his peace in the woods. His fondest memories were there.

It was the only place he could still be close to you. Near the small streams, he’d hear echoes of your laughter from years passed. He’d see the glow in your hair as the rays of sunlight filtered through the treetops, and he’d smell your sun baked scalp in the wind, just like when he’d hug you tight and press his nose into your hair.

You were everywhere around him, even if you were long gone. He’d visit this spot often. Some found this place to be haunted. Too many bad memories plagued the grounds. But, to Daryl, it was sacred. It was the last place he saw you, living and breathing.

Your body was gone from there, but your presence lingered. Your blood had soaked into the dirt long ago, mingling with the rain as it watered the earth to sprout new life. When he cremated you, he spread the ashes here. You’d be part of the earth now and forever, and he’d always have this place to visit when he missed you.

Hell, he always missed you. He never stopped thinking about you. The war was over years ago, and new threats had risen and fell. Still, you were all around him. He vowed to protect you always. He may have failed at that, but he’d never allow himself to stop honoring you. He was the man who loved you, and he’d be the man who remembered you even when no one else did.

He took a deep breath and looked down at the bouquet of flowers he’d picked at the Kingdom. A long time ago, when he first escaped the Sanctuary, he returned to this spot to decorate it. He’d lugged heavy stones and sturdy branches over and arranged them around the spot where you died. Every time he came back, he wove flowers into the crevices between the stones and twigs. He swept away fallen leaves and shooed away unwanted pests. He’d bring random trinkets and pieces of jewelry he thought you’d like and arrange them atop the stones. There was a blend of old tarnished items, dead flowers, and the new trinkets and floral arrangements he’d brought just now.

The most important thing, though, was the handwritten letter he’d always bring along. He’d wait until he had enough to tell you, then he’d write up a lengthy letter, just to sit and read it to you there. This time, he could only write of how much he missed you. How dreary life had become without you. How he missed your sarcasm, your giggle, your voice, your singing. He talked about Judith and RJ, and how he wished he could have had a child with you. He was always afraid of fatherhood, but somehow it seemed possible with you. If only you were there.

When he finished, he let the tears flow freely. He cried to you, cried for you. Eventually he’d clean himself up and place a kiss on the necklace draped over the biggest stone. It was your necklace, the one you had never taken off since he met you. It was the last tangible part of you he was able to touch.

“See ya later.” He whispered as he walked away.

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[mikachacha]

𝚆𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Synopsis: You were only teasing Bada by dancing to Doja Cat's song but it ended backfiring quickly.

Warnings: language, suggestive theme, smutty goodness

(A/N: @jhopes-whoopee-cushion hi 🤧🤧 the wheel of fics won't let me write something else lmao this got selected three times in a row)

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"Babe, babe.. Babeeeee!" you called out excitedly to your girlfriend Bada who's busy sorting out yours and her closet. She looked at you and you grinned before connecting your phone to the bluetooth speaker you were carrying. You've been learning new dances and because you're close friends with Kirsten, she taught you some really good ones. One of those is Woman by Doja Cat.

"Hm? You gonna dance for me baby?" Bada asked, now her full attention is on you and you nodded eagerly. You told Kirsten to give you the naughtiest version and she complied. You wanted to tease Bada by telling her it's the one that you're gonna teach at JustJerk.

"Yup! Hold on, lemme get my heels first." you said and grabbed your black heels before you went back in front of Bada and pressed play so you can start. Bada's eyes widened as she recognizes the song. She thought you couldn't be serious right now.

"You're gonna teach this in class??" Bada questioned and you nodded, holding back a mischievous grin as you danced to the music. Bada's eyes followed your every move, the way your hips would sway to the beat of the music. When the lyrics, “come here, papa, plant your seed” came, Bada absolutely lost it. She didn't let you finish your little dance number as seeing you doing floor work with that kind of song made her feral. She just wants to kiss you, make your body shake in pleasure over and over again.

"Badaaaaa I wasn't done yet!" you protested in a playful manner. You didn't even get halfway to the song when Bada just snatched you up and brought you to the bed. She pulled you in for heated kiss while her hands held down yours on either side of your head. She loves taking control, love how you would whine and protest but really couldn't do about it. Love how those pretty noises would come out from your sweet mouth when she'd tease your sensitive spots relentlessly until you're begging for her for more.

"You're so naughty, you know that.. As if I would let you go out and teach that to class where others would see that sexy side of you, maybe fantasize about you.. I'm not letting that happen, baby.." you blushed at Bada's words and giggles at how possessive she's acting. You loved this side of her, loved that you're the only one who gets to experience this side of Bada.

"I was just kidding about teaching it to class so calm your sexy ass down." you told her and she looked at you before slipping her hand between your legs that made your blush even brighter and a small moan to escape your mouth as she began to rub. Bada intends to tease you just the way you teased her though in your opinion, her's is more relentless.

"Mhm.. Though I must admit that you looked really sexy on the floor posed like that.. Reminds me of all those times I did you from behind." she continues. At this point you felt like you're in a daze. You didn't even noticed that Bada has already removed your shirt, well her shirt that you borrowed, and your pajama shorts. It only occurred to you that you're practically naked in front of your girlfriend as you felt the cool air against your heated skin.

Bada's lips were all over you, leaving marks and wet kisses on their wake while a hand is between your legs, rubbing and teasing making you moan out and grind against it all in the same time.

"Bada, please.." you whined out and she chuckles, loving how needy you are at the moment. She pulled your underwear to the side before working her finger inside of you slowly. She loves hearing those soft noises coming from your mouth that gradually increases as time passes by. She would sometimes kiss you to muffle your moans a little when she works in another finger and curl them up just at the right spot, making your knees tremble from the insane amount of pleasure you're receiving.

When Bada felt like you're ready, she pulled her fingers out and licked them before stripping and pulling the strap on she keeps on the bottom part of your drawer. You saw it and gulped visibly. You're now starting to regret teasing Bada earlier. Knowing when she pulls that strap on out of the drawer, it's sure that you wouldn't be walking straight the next morning.

[yanderecrazysie]

can you write a new part for sugawara's idealized scenario? i'm very curious about the 3rd part and i love your writing style. 💓🌸

Sure and thank you! I feel like this turned out pretty bad, but I did my best.

Requested on Tumblr, Quotev, and Wattpad- so many people wanted this LOL

Part 1: here

Part 2: here

Title: Idealized (Part 3)

Pairings: Sugawara Koushi x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, murder, Sugawara’s gone mad, hasn’t he?

Summary: Sugawara Koushi seems to be completely perfect: good grades, talented athlete, responsible, and a total sweetheart. But, if he’s so perfect, why does your string of fate, that red string that warns you of the most dangerous person in your life, lead right to him?

AU Note: Some people have a “String of Fate” that, instead of symbolizing love like in soulmate AUs, leads straight to the most dangerous person in your life when you’re close enough to them. The string is invisible to everyone EXCEPT the person that would be in danger. Not everyone in the world has a string of fate but those that do have no idea in what way they will be in danger.

idealized

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regarded or represented as perfect or better than in reality.

  Sugawara’s voice was sugar sweet. So sweet that you almost forgot that he was calling you from your mother’s phone.

“What happened to my mother?” You demanded.

You could hear the satisfied smile in his tone as he said, “You’re finally talking to me.”

“Please,” you begged, “what did you do to her?”

You prayed that she was okay, that Sugawara had merely swiped her phone. Something deep inside you knew that wasn’t the case. 

“She’s safe. For now,” Sugawara said, “I didn’t mean to go to such drastic measures, I swear. But I couldn’t think of anything else to get your attention. You avoid me like I’ve got the plague. Why don’t you treat others like that? Why is it only me?” His voice raised more and more with each word until he was shouting into the phone, voice choked with emotion.

“The red string of fate,” you admitted, trembling from head to toe, “I saw it connected to you and I didn’t want anything to do with that.”

There was no harm in telling the truth now, especially if it calmed him down. Sugawara certainly had stopped yelling, a silence stretching on from his end as he mulled over your words.

“I guess fate can’t be avoided,” Sugawara mused, “After all, it’s all led to this moment, hasn’t it?”

You gulped audibly, your throat feeling as dry as the desert. “Please just let my mom go. I’ll do anything…”

“Anything?” Sugawara asked, a hint of eagerness slipping into his voice, setting you on edge. Dread seemed to press down on your shoulders, causing you to fall heavily on your bed, trembling from head to toe. This can’t be good.

But did you have a choice? Was there anything you wouldn’t do to get your mom back? No, of course not.

“Anything,” you confirmed softly.

“We’re going to make a trade,” Sugawara replied, “Her freedom for yours.”

You closed your eyes, sucking in a shaky breath. How had it come to this? The teacher’s pet, the popular, handsome volleyball player… how could Mr. Perfect be this cruel? How could he break so many laws just to get his crush to talk to him?

The situation reminded you of Beauty and the Beast. Like Belle, you’d be giving up your freedom for your parent’s. You resolved right then that you’d never, ever fall for the beast, like Belle did. Until the day you died, if it came to that, you would hate him with every inch of your soul.

You felt tears prick your eyes. Until the day I die? You didn’t want to think about that, but wasn’t that what you were promising to him? Or, at least, until he got bored of you. Would that be worse or better? I can’t tell.

“Where are we meeting?” You asked.

Sugawara’s voice trembled with unrestrained excitement from the knowledge that he had won, “My house. Tell the police or anyone else and your mother dies.” He told you the address- a house not too far from yours.

“Okay…” you agreed, tears slipping down your face. You wiped furiously at them, refusing to admit weakness despite losing to him. It didn’t matter that he couldn’t see you crying, you were still angry at yourself for being so helpless.

You pulled out a jacket and slipped on your shoes, looking at each room in your house as though you had never seen them before. Your heart felt heavy in your chest. Would you really never return?

The sound of your front door closing behind you seemed so final. You couldn’t bring yourself to hurry, as if you walked slow enough you would never have to face Sugawara. The cold air nipped at your nose and ears but, for once, you appreciated it. Who knew when you’d be allowed to go outside again?

You arrived at Sugawara’s house much too quickly. It was strange how such an ordinary looking house could be dripping with malice. You trudged up to the door, forcing yourself to knock. The door flung open and your tormenter peeked out at you, a smile spreading across his face, making him look so innocent that you could almost forget what he had done.

Then, the red string materialized, tightening around your finger, and you were jolted back to reality. You fought the urge to turn tail and run. This is for Mom.

Sugawara beckoned you inside. If your front door closing had sounded final, it was nothing compared to his door and the click of a lock. You fought back tears, overwhelmed by the reality you’d found yourself in.

You followed him down a staircase into a basement, heart sinking as you were met with what looked like a jail cell. Sugawara opened the cage and you knew what you had to do, walking shakily into the cell and taking a seat on the surprisingly soft bed inside. With a scrape against the floor and a creak, the door shut behind you, iron bars surrounding you on three sides. He pulled out a key and locked you inside.

“Now my mom,” you tried to force your voice to remain steady, “You promised you’d let her go.”

Sugawara smiled rather regretfully, “About that. She’s seen my face and knows what I planned to do.”

Your entire body froze, a chill running down your spine. “You promised! My freedom for hers!”

“Well, freedom can mean many things,” Sugawara reasoned, “Like freedom from life, the earth, etc.”

“Please, I’ll do anything! I won’t fight you or anything, just don’t hurt her!”

Sugawara reached a hand through the iron bars, reaching for you. You shrank back into the corner, just out of reach. He frowned in response and retracted his arm.

“I already have everything I want.” Sugawara said softly. He gave you a small wave as he exited the room, leaving you to cower in your cell, tears rolling down your cheeks and helpless sobs escaping your mouth.

For a few minutes, there was silence, except for your hiccups and whimpers. Then… 

BANG.

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Hey hey hey! How are you? How was your day today? I was the one who asked if you're requests are open! Before I request anything, I just wanna say that I really enjoy what you write and it really relaxes me yk. But anyways, I wanted to request a smut for Oliver, Ryan & Sebastian reacting to their girlfriend wearing a lingerie!of course if you're not comfortable writing it you don't have to, just add some spicy scene and that's all, you don't have to do the "thing" if you're not comfortable!

Thank you so much, have a lovely day/night!!!

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I am doing well, sore from dance.

I would love to write this.

This is 100% fine by me, I am okay with writing smut and spice but the limits are different kinks that are just a HUGE no to me.

For future reference, if they have significant others. I will NOT write spicy in general. (Like Regie Macalino)

This goes for anyone who wants to submit requests.

Warnings: Dirty-talk, Orgasms, hand-jobs, smut, unprotected sex (USE CONDOMS YALL), sub-dom relationships.

Summary: You are wearing Lingerie and these are the boys' reactions.

Authors note: Ngl... last time I fucked was like last year... LMAO also I only did Oliver and Ryan in this cause I got lazy, I'm sorry.

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OLIVER: I'm yours by Isabel LaRosa

As you walk out of your guys' bathroom and into the bedroom. Oliver is leaning his palms on the bed, shirtless, in grey sweatpants, manspreading, staring so helplessly at you. The way your laced set fits around your body so well, your hair is down and slightly messy. This man was ready to just go feral for you but he agreed it's your turn to control tonight.

"Hi my love," You say gently as you walk closer to him.

"Hey sexy," He says while looking up at you once you finally stand in front of him. His eyes seemed so beautiful when he knows he has to beg for what he needed. You slowly scan his body, his hair fluffy as usual, his soft abs showing so perfectly, his V-line deeper than usual in this sitting stance, his erection showing so easily through his gray sweats.

"Needy my love?" You ask as you lean in, showing your cleavage as he stares. He gulps a bit before answering your question.

"Yes.." He admits. How can he not be needy? You in his favorite color lingerie set, having a dominant aura radiating from you, he was ready to just cum by looking at you.

You finally kiss him passionately making him moan softly as he kisses back, cupping your face. You palm his cock through his sweats. He whimpers from this action making you smirk a bit.

"...so fucking needy for you," he practically whimpers out. You guys are each other's weakness, especially in the bedroom. The way your guys' bodies touch so swiftly and elegantly. You feel him getting harder as you guys kiss deeper.

You slowly start kissing him down his neck making a lustful noise coming out of his mouth. His hands squeeze your hips while you continue your actions, slowly grinding against him, palming his crotch softly, teasing him so he can lose his mind and that is what exactly is happening.

Taking off what you were wearing in a needy matter, Oliver can't help but to stop and look at you body.

"God," he whispers before kissing your neck, "I am... so fucking lucky."

You grab lube from the night stand as Oliver takes off his boxers.

"Lay down," He nods and lays down. You start putting lube onto his throbbing erection making him moan loudly. You start jerking him off while rubbing his left nipple. He starts squirming under your touch, his face having a dark red hue, sweating from the pleasure, his back arching a bit.

"I-Imma cum-"

"Not yet," You say and completely stop. Times like these are pay backs from what he does to you so him squirming under your touch and precum already oozing from his tip, "Can't cum so soon baby.."

He whimpers as your thumb rubs over his tip, "Please.."

"Please what my love?" You tease feeling him thrust into your hand more.

"Please let me cum.."

You start stroking him fast after he says that, making him into a moaning mess. He starts cumming all over your hand as you continue to go as fast as you can so he can ride out his high.

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RYAN: Shut up and Listen by Nicholas Bonnin

"Can I walk in now?" Ryan asks gently. Tonight was not so usual, most of the time when you guys want to do the deed, you guys don't have foreplay or anything. It was rare for the two of you to do foreplay but when you guys do its.. intense. It isn't like you guys were vanilla both of you guys didn't really understand the point of foreplay when you an just do it when you want to do it.

"Yes," You respond. He opens your guys' bedroom door, you in lingerie panties, his shirt, messy hair, and laying down on the bed.

"Fuck baby," He says while walking in and closing the door behind him, locking it.

"I saw that,"

"Saw what?" He smirks a bit before hovering over you, kissing you deeply and slowly.

"You naughty boy," You whisper. He kisses you deeper, holding onto your hips for support, making you whimper by his sudden force.

Ryan pins your arms above you while he kisses around you neck, mumbling about how beautiful you are with each kiss. Once he gets to your collar bone, "Can I fuck you with my shirt on?"

"It wouldn't be the first but you haven't seen what I have underneath," You explain to him. He looks at you, intrigued. He takes off his shirt off of you to reveal a corset lingerie top, your boobs showing so much yet so little.

"I need you," He says and starts kissing you so passionately, "Fuck, baby.. I need that pretty mouth of yours around me.. right now."

You cup his face kissing ever so gently, wanting to tease him as much as you can in this moment. He moans you name as you pull away a bit. You sit up all the way making him start laying back. He lays on the other side of the bed, making you straddle him.

"You either have my insides pleasure you or my hand, I am not in the mood for swallowing tonight," You set the boundary before taking off your panties.

"... Ride me," He looks up at you, scanning your beautiful body. His breathing starts getting deep as he imagines you riding him.

"You sure baby?" You ask him in a seductive yet reassuring voice to make sure that he is okay with everything. He nods in response, nothing is wrong with making sure your partner is okay with everything. "Okay baby."

You start taking off his pants as he takes off his shirt so quickly while he kicks off his sweats, you start palming his dick through his boxers. Him being underneath you, whimpering as you touch him, a blush across his face, his hands squeezing your thighs.

You lean down and start to lick his nipple, making him thrust against you. Your hand that was palming him moves away making him let out a deep sigh. You continue to lick around his neck and chest making marks all on him.

"Enough teasing..." He lets out a breathy grunt.

"I'm just doing what you do to me, my love," His grip gets tighter around you hips, most likely going to make marks the next morning but neither of you care. "Okay love."

You take off is boxers to see precum start to flow, you jerk him off a bit so it can ride out before you put it in yourself. He slowly throws his head back letting out deep groan as he fully enters you. He guides your hips to start moving up and down right away.

His lustful moans, your erotic whimpers, skin slapping against each other with a hit of wetness echoes the room. As you both listen to each other going absolutely crazy for each other.

"C-Close.." You say as he starts thrusting up, his thumb rubbing you clit quickly making you clench around his dick so tight.

"Cumming~" He says as you let out the most pornographic moan you've ever made. He finishes inside as you finish all over his cock.

[jujutsubaby]

Hello my dear! Congrats for your achievment!✨

I’d like to play and I say:

Cafè Heaven and Hell.

I’d like to order a white mocha and take away a Macha Latte.

I’ll eat a mochi donut!🍩

Thank you very much! 🤗🌸

a/n: thanks for your ask 💓 yours was super fun to write and i hope you enjoy it hehe~ also guys i swear i don't hate gojo he’s just a male thot to me. also btw when i went to paris last year there was a male thot that served me at a cafe and so he’s just all i think about when i think of gojo and cafe au’s

✨ WELCOME TO CAFE HEAVEN & EARTH ! ✨

🤍 PAIRING. gojo

🤍 WORD COUNT. 1.3k (sorry i just love writing about male thots)

you can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief as you enter your favorite cafe. work today had been complete hell, and you need a caffeine and sugar fix to give you the will to live this evening.

the cozy ambience of cafe heaven and earth instantly soothes you - the romantic low lighting, the smell of eucalyptus and coffee beans, and the low jazz music playing in the background settles over you. 

after ordering your white mocha (as well as a mochi donut as an extra treat — you really deserve it today), you wander to your usual counter seat by the window and lean back with a relaxed sigh. 

you had been so excited to start work at the prestigious zenin law firm, but just three months in, you were already feeling the first signs of burnout.

you usually like to go over documents from work during your coffee runs, but today, you just need to savor the moment. as soon as you sit back down, you close your eyes and take your long awaited sip of white mocha. as the sweet, rich liquid hits your tongue, you can’t help but almost moan in satisfaction. 

your moment of calm is immediately ruined by an unfamiliar voice. “wow, that good, huh?”

you crack one eye open in annoyance to see a tall and muscular white haired man sitting a couple seats away from you. you’re taken aback by just how blue his eyes are - one glance and you find yourself sinking into its ocean blue. the next thing you notice (and you do feel a bit embarrassed about it but c’mon, you had a long day at work!) is how muscular and lean his arms are, his fingers playing his phone on the counter absentmindedly. it’s a wonder you didn’t notice him as soon as you got here. 

remembering that he just interrupted your peace and quiet to ask a question, you respond, “the white mochas here are always the best.” in spite of how astoundingly handsome the stranger sitting near you is, you’re not really in the mood for a conversation, so you hope your tone dissuades him from continuing.

“yeah? can i get a sip?” he asks, a bit too fast for your liking.  

 “what??” you’re taken aback by his forward question and brash manner. how old is this guy, anyway? this is the kind of behavior you expect out of your ten year old nephew yuji, not a grown ass adult!

the man pouts in response. what was his deal?! model-worthy good looks or not, he was starting to wear on your already limited patience. 

“maybe you could get your own drink?” you ask, trying to remain polite. “i’m kind of a germaphobe,” you lie. you don’t really care too much about sharing cups, but you really want this guy off your back. your precious relaxation time is limited!

“pleeease!!!!” he starts begging loudly, earning looks from surrounding cafe patrons. he notices you looking around self-consciously, and scrambles to the seat next to you so he can talk more quietly. 

“please!” he repeats at a more socially acceptable volume. “i’ll drink from the other side, promise! you won’t even know my mouth was there!” god, was he irritating! (it certainly didn’t help that he was making you think about his mouth now, too.) 

 desperate for this stranger to leave you be, you decide to let him have what he wants. then he’d leave you alone, right? you kind of doubt it, but it’s worth a try anyway.

“ok, ok! fine.” you slide the ceramic mug towards him, and he has the audacity to look smug as he clasps the mug between his hands. you absolutely do not notice how long and elegant his fingers look curled around the drink. 

“down the hatch!” he chirps as he lifts the mug to his lips.

you soon find out that the two of you have radically different definitions of the word “sip”. to him, a sip means gulping down half the mug, apparently. you watch wistfully as the drink you had so been looking forward to begins to disappear before your eyes. 

 when he puts the mug back down, his smug expression is replaced with an exaggerated grimace. “ewww, how do you drink that stuff?? it’s so bitter!” 

as you seethe to yourself, he darts his tongue out to swipe away at some foam left on his lips (which you are pointedly not paying attention to), before continuing. “i’m gojo, by the way.”

“it’s not bitter,” you say through gritted teeth. “it’s the best espresso in town, and one of the sweetest drinks they offer. besides, couldn’t you have decided that you hated it before you drank half the damn thing? what’s your problem, man?” 

“i told you, my name’s gojo!” the man starts to whine again, but seeing your animosity, he changes his tune quickly. “ok, sorry, sorry! i didn’t mean to annoy you! listen, why don’t you get yourself another drink on me?” he reaches into his pocket and pulls a shiny credit card from his wallet, handing it to you with an air of penitence. 

“really? thanks, gojo. that’s surprisingly decent of you,” you reply. you start to feel a little guilty for almost losing it at this complete stranger. his guilelessness, while annoying, is maybe almost even starting to charm you. 

“uh, maybe while you’re up there, you could also pick me up a drink that’s not a complete pukefest too?” he asks, fluttering his fluffy white eyelashes at you. upsettingly, your stomach does giddy somersaults at the sight, which you studiously ignore.

you sigh and roll your eyes. “all right, pretty boy, what’s your drink?” 

“oh, they’ll know,” he replies with a wink. “the gojo special — hot cocoa with strawberry milk mixed in. best drink on the planet.” 

you wrinkle your nose. “that sounds disgusting, but sure.” you head to the order counter for a second time, looking down at the card he entrusted you with as you wait in line. 

damn, a black card? he’s annoying AND rich? pick a struggle. nonetheless, you weren’t one to pass off another drink, especially at his expense. you go up to the counter and decide on ordering matcha latte and his wretched drink order. the barista looks at you with distaste after ordering it, before sighing and ringing you up. great, now you can never come to this place ever again. 

it doesn’t take long for your drinks to come out carefully make your way to the seat. you notice he’s dusting his hands on his thighs.

“alright, you weirdo, here’s your-” you stop mid sentence as you place the drinks on the table and notice there’s a huge bite taken out of your mochi donut. your precious mochi donut. you glance at gojo, then back at the donut, and then back his hands which still had remnants of frosting on top. 

“did you…did you just take a bite out of my donut while i was gone?” you say incredulously. 

“what?”

“i know you heard me.” your fingers pinch the bridge of your nose in annoyance. “do you just always take bites out of random people’s food? who raised you?!” you’re in awe of someone who has social skills like this.

“don’t worry about it, kitten,” he purrs, and you hate that your heart beats faster at his nickname for you. “i’ll just buy you another one. i’ll buy you a dozen right now.” 

you sigh. “okay, fine.” you end up ordering a box of mochi donuts against your better judgment. even worse is that you…actually had a good time with him? you can’t remember the last time you were this annoyed but laughed this much. 

“by the way, you gonna be here tomorrow?” he asks with his mouth full of the last mochi donut. ugh, you shouldn’t find this attractive, but you do. 

“yeah.” you say, before you have time to change your mind. you take out a pen from your tote and quickly scribble your number on a napkin. common sense be damned, you think to yourself on the bus as you find yourself yearning to see that color blue again.

[simpforchuchu]

Back to you | TsuShibaRoki

a/n: Hello, TsuShibaRoki is my fav ship in High and Low and Ive been wanting to write a fic for them for a long time. So here it is… Probably, there will another part/parts 🫡 I hope you like it too 🌸💕

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: mention of fights, scars and angst

It was bright, it was still daytime. Shibaman could feel it. But he couldn't see the light of day. When he tried to open his eyes, he felt once again that all the bones in his body were broken. Even the bones in his cheek ached.

Then the boy next to him came to his mind. How was he? Was he okay? Was he conscious? He was stronger, wasn't he? Tsuji would always find a way to save his own ass. What about now ? He was still standing after he collapsed. What happened to him? Was he lying next to him on the ground? Was he in pain ?

Shibaman couldn't hear any sound. There was no sound other than the wind blowing and the leaves on the trees. Was no one passing on the street? Where was Tsuji?

First he opened his eyes slowly. Even though he had great difficulty, he turned his head to his right. He saw his best friend lying on the ground like him.

He was glad. He was really happy. Tsuji was still in one piece. Someone hadn't taken him away. He was still with him.

But why wasn't he moving? Why wasn't he looking at him with concern like him? His chest was rising and falling, but why wasn't he moving?

Shibaman could feel fear rushing through his body. His heartbeat was accelerating, his body, which was cold due to his wounds, was starting to warm up.

Tsuji… he had always been there for him since he was a little kid. Tsuji was his other half. He was stronger than Shibaman. Even though they always fought together, Shibaman trusted him more than anyone else. Even more than himself.

Even when he wanted to move his hand, he closed his eyes in pain. Even though he called several times, there was no answer. Tsuji couldn't hear him. That's why he had to approach him.

He didn't know how much time had passed or how much it hurt. But there wasn't even a meter between them. Even so, crawling wasn't easy.

He had succeeded. He was with his best friend again. The most important person in his life. He was finally able to touch his other half.

“Oi Tsuji!”

He called out a few times and shook him for a while. Shibaman could feel his breath hitching as he received no response other than a small wince of pain. What should he do? Would anyone hear him if he screamed? He didn't want anyone to hear it, he wanted Tsuji to hear him and wake up.

Tears began to flow from his eyes. He was more emotional, wasn't he? If Tsuji had been awake, he would have gotten angry at him, or made fun of him.

He continued to shake him for a while longer.

“Tsuji you're scaring me, please. Please wake up. I know you're not dead, idiot, when you get up I'll knock you down again!”

Tsuji could hear the young boy's crying voice. He should have woken up. He hated it when Shibaman cried.

He knew how attached he was to him. But he was also his everything. The missing piece in his life,was his other half.

He should have woken up. He knew he took more damage, but he didn't care. He didn't care about feeling all the pain. He wanted to wipe Shiba's tears

After Shibaman fell to the ground, he fought for a while longer. He was distracted by his fear and anger when he collapsed. He received more blows and after a while the fight was over for him too.

“If you die, I will kill you with my own hands, Tsuji! I'll sell all your necklaces and jerseys to Nakagoshi! Do you hear me ? I beg you, wake up!”

"You can't”Tsuji wanted to say to Shibaman with what he heard. He can’t, he wouldn't. He wouldn’t give anything about Tsuji to anyone.

"What will I say to Todoroki?"

Tsuji thought again after hearing this. How would Todoroki feel? Would he worry about them? Or would he hate them for losing to his old enemies?

Tsuji thought back to these three years. They could never understand what he was feeling. They understood him, but they did not understand his feelings. They didn't know if he loved them or hated them less now. But he wanted him to worry about them. He wanted to be important to Yosuke Todoroki once. He wanted to be seen as a sacrifice, not a failure.

Tsuji couldn't stand Shibaman's crying anymore. Ignoring the pain in every muscle around his eye, he opened his eyes and looked at Shibaman, who was looking at him with fear. His face probably looked the same

“You're crying too loud.”

When he looked at the tall boy with his low voice, Shibaman stared at him in shock for a few seconds. For a moment, Tsuji was afraid that he would pass out on him, but he stopped crying and just hit his chest.

“I'll kill you, idiot! Do you know how scared I am?

Tsuji tried to smile, wincing and groaning in pain.

"Actually I know…"

HnL taglist : @straysugzhpe @tiddly-winx @ninamarie1994 @thatpoindexterpixy @koala-yuna @star2fishmeg

TsuShibaRoki special tag: @sollattes @tiredlittlewriter

[sotwk]

Writers Truth or Dare Ask Game - SotWK Answers

Link to game is HERE,

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

I was in 4th grade and my friends and I really wanted to date the Backstreet Boys. We discovered fanfiction was the most fun way to do it. We would write our lil’ self-insert love stories in notebooks that we would pass around and share. 

🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love

Pumped Up Pop. I’m a 90s kid and Pop runs deep in me. 

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

I don’t think anything can be considered weird for a writer doing research anymore. But one thing I remember working extra hard on was researching how to pilot a jet for a Marvel action fic. That’s why I admire and commiserate with @scyllas-revenge for her helicopter piloting scene in BLCI. 

🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both? 

Mix of both. Reader Inserts to make others happy, OC fics to make myself happy. 

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

I would write an entire essay explaining this one, but in the SotWK AU, Elvenking Thranduil and Elvenqueen Maereth are metaphorical avatars for the Valar couple Oromë and Vána, and were destined to be such (as they were destined for each other). The qualities they each possess which make them similar to these Valar--Thranduil's strength and skill as a protector/warrior and Maereth's gifts for nurturing and fertility--are what safeguard and sustain Eryn Galen for thousands of years, holding their people fast even against Sauron.

🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis 

@talesfuzzy is constantly on my notifs since she likes so many of my posts on a daily basis. She also reblogs some of the best Tolkien content, which I often put into my own queue. We don't really talk, but she's like that friendly person you see on your daily commute whose name you might not know but you smile and nod to each other till they've become a comfortingly reliable part of daily life.

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

I would LOVE a thrilling action fic where Thranduil and all five Thranduilion Princes march into battle at the same time and completely crush the enemy because there is possibly no greater or more fearsome fighting team left in Middle-earth. However, such a plot would violate my own AU’s headcanon, because in Thranduil’s family, there is a hard rule that the Thranduilions can never all be fighting in the same battle at once; Thranduil simply refuses to risk his family that way. 

I would hire/nominate/beg @ass-deep-in-demons to write it. If you’ve read her fic, “Under Our Darkening Skies”, you’ll know she’s the top pick for incredible and cinematic battle scenes. 

🍅 ⇢ give yourself some constructive criticism on your own writing

I find myself reusing a lot of the same lines and expressions, especially when describing character emotions and actions. Sometimes I feel my writing is pedestrian and boring, especially compared to many other writers in the Tolkien fandom who have such eloquent, sophisticated styles and brilliant, creative word choices. I'm quite soppy and sentimental too, but that's just my thing. 

🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them

Sadly, I have not had a pet since my early 20s. I had plenty of them growing up, though, including my beloved yellow Lab. Once my kids are old enough to share in pet care duties, we are definitely getting a dog. 

🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual?

Talk to me about my Thranduilion Princes, pretty please! (There are many easy ways to be Moots with me, but this is a guarantee and the fastest way!)

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

I am lucky and grateful to have a solid band of supporters, but I want to grab this chance to send a special shout out to @achromaticerebus. She has been a big supporter of my Thranduilion Princes since she discovered them early on, she comments on ALL my Thranduil/Thranduilion stories, she gushes about them to me and with me, and her enthusiasm just keeps me motivated. She is not herself a writer, and it's so rare to find a friend so willing to just be a reader and supporter, when there's really no way to “pay back” her kindness.

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

Point out even just one specific detail or line of dialogue and tell me how it made you feel, your thoughts about it, or even ask a follow up question! I am most impressed when a Reader points out an Easter egg or interesting tidbit/headcanon/lore I included. I am over the moon when their comments show they are familiar with my other fics or my SotWK AU as a whole… it means they've really invested in my stuff.

🐚 ⇢ do you like or dislike surprises?

I enjoy being wholly surprised (good surprises, of course), but I don't like being told “a surprise is coming” and having to then think about it or stress out until its arrival. 

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 

A work-related reminder, which is boring. So I'm gonna answer this question by sharing something I wrote in my “Scratch Dump” document that I use for my headcanon drafting: Inscribed on the blade of the sword was Mirion’s personal oath to his people, written in Silvan: “Until my last breath, I will serve.”

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 

It’s probably because I’m fairly new to it (and because I enjoy the song/video), but the concept of internet friends Rickrolling each other as a prank seems so funny and wholesome to me.  

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

I made a separate post answering this HERE.

Thank you to all my awesome friends who jumped in to send me these Asks! This was fun and made me feel good about myself as a writer. Love you guys! 

@lady-of-imladris @erathene @unethicallypleistocene @fishing4stars @Hobbitwrangler @quillofspirit @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras @niennawept @malzenn @melpomaenofimladris and that one Anon friend!

[bunnakit]

Your top 5 favorite couples 🥰

ask me my top 5 anything 🌸

okay in no order bc it fluctuates constantly lsajkgka but AT THE MOMENT its--

i'm obsessed, your honor. i can't stop writing about them. do you know what i do when i'm settling in bed for the night? i smoke and turn on a playlist of fan edits of them. i'm so serious. i'll watch it for hours and brainstorm fic ideas. it's embarrassing. my husband recognizes the playlist now. help.

i'm not going to lie, it's getting unhealthy. i genuinely get upset when they're fighting in the show. i'm a whole ass 31 year old that gets overly emotional when these two aren't just disgustingly happy. the only thing keeping me from writing about them more is my 'no fics for unfinished shows' rule and the fact i have a mountain of wips. but boy do i think about it.

i need more than crumbs this week, please. please. i'm on my knees begging and i look so sexy on my knees i need to see them at least acknowledge that they have feelings for each other, even if it's just privately. i need SOMETHING. they rotate in my head constantly and they aren't even paying rent.

i miss them everyday. i know i talk about how different the novel is but i do actually much prefer this tan and bunn, they're much healthier - as shocking as that is. they will always be so, so special to me.

i was absolutely bowled over by my love for these two. i did not expect to love them so much (or spend so much money on the box set oops.) they're just so soft and such a healthy relationship once they work through things and especially so after kawi recovers in the final episodes. they're one of the few couples i can genuinely picture in my head growing old together.

[emberfrostlovesloki]

Aaron and Criminal Minds March/Spring Prompt List

Photo credits: Left (@foxy-eva) Center (@agentdilfhotchner) Right (@enid-rhees)

Good evening loves! We made it to February! It’s hard to believe we are one month into 2024! I love the idea of the team during Spring time and I thought I'd make some March/Spring prompts because it makes me happy. This prompt list is inspired by the always amazing, @imagining-in-the-margins who always make the best prompt lists. I'm currently writing for her New Beginnings Challenge (linked) and having a blast). For my prompts, I won’t write for all these prompts, but I will for at least a few. The rules for using these prompts are that there are no rules! You could use any Criminal Minds characters, OCs, reader inserts, etc. You could draw, write, make mood boards, or imagine anything else. I have included 31 prompts for each day of the month. I also get inspiration from plain old words, so I’ve included 10 Spring words that might inspire something. Lastly, I’ve included a few dialog and art prompts too. You can find that all below the cut. If any of these prompts inspire you to create, I’d love to be tagged to see what you have made. This is all just for fun. I wish everyone a great start to the month. Please know I’m proud of you wherever you are right now. Love - Levi 🌸

General Prompts

Character A buys Character B their favorite flowers once they are in season.

Character A plans a fun day out at the park with their kid and they run into Character B unexpectedly.

The team gets called to a case on the beach in Florida.

Character A had experienced something bad this time last year and Character B checks in on them.

Character A buys a new swimsuit to feel confident in their own skin.

Spring Break with the BAU (young AU or present-day or anything else.)

Character A becomes addicted to a seasonal drink at a coffee shop and begs the barista to teach them how to make it.

Character A buys pastel lingerie for Character B.

A night of celebration after the case reveals feelings that have been hidden for over a year.

The newest member of the BAU has their birthday on their first case ever. The team still tries to make it something for them anyway.

A Character manages to catch a cold in the middle of Spring.

On an incredibly hot case, Character A collapses from heat exhaustion.

Characters A and B bump into each other at a music festival.

The team goes to the beach together and Character A and B awkwardly put sunscreen on each other.

Characters A develops an allergy to a favorite food and tries to find alternatives.

The BAU faces a lockdown in Quantico as an active threat is in the building.

Character A confesses their love to someone and gets turned down. Character B makes sure Character A is holding up okay after the rejection.

Character A gets drugged and Character B gets them to the hospital.

Character A has a bad dream and calls Character B; they talk till morning.

Breakfast in bed.

Characters A and B go on a date to a bookstore/record store and things get more frisky than expected.

Characters A and B try role play in bed for the first time.

Characters A and B take a road trip.

There is a malfunction on the jet and it makes an emergency landing. The team is stuck in the airport for a few hours.

Characters A and B get matching tattoos.

Characters A and B get a little too competitive about March Madness / Sports.

Characters A and B talk about possible baby names.

BAU case on a ranch in the West (Yeehaw).

It's Characters A and B's last night before their wedding.

A tragedy strikes the team at the worst time. The must bond to move on.

Easter Egg Hunt with the BAU.

Word Prompts

Refreshed

Swimsuit

Break

Lemonade

Tipsy

Easter

Park

Blossom

Picnic

Beach

Dialog Prompts 

“If you can beat me at beach volleyball, I'll do your files for a week.” 

“________ people wear sunscreen for a reason. You're all burned up.” 

“Do you have any idea how many people lose their virginity during Spring Break?” "No... Why do you ask?"

“Spring is great until you get to the allergies.” 

“This time of year isn't all it's cracked up to be. At least, not for me.” 

“_______ if you don't buy that sun dress and make ______ swoon I'm gonna believe love is dead.” 

Art Prompts

Any CM kid in a cute Easter costume. Bonus if the parent matches.

Any BAU member in a swimsuit.

A BAU prank gone wrong.

Garcia in the most SPRING outfit possible.

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[gunilslaugh]

hii first of all i would like to say that everyday when i wake up i open tumblr and see if you made anew post or not cause i love how you write stuff about the members. As my request i want a Gunil x reader where the reader and gunil were a happy couple then something bad happens (it could be anything) that affects the relationship so they think about taking a break. And then if you want you could add a happy ending where they apologize and forgive each other! 🌸🌸

Thank you! That's so nice to hear, I hope you enjoy your request :)

Goo Gunil

Summary: Yours and Gunil’s relationship was flourishing…until it wasn’t.

WC:~1.6k

Warning:grammar, angst (happy-ish ending)

photo not mine credits to owner.

A happy couple, a very happy couple. A couple so in love with one another that it was sickening. That’s the type of couple you and Gunil were. Everything about your relationship was healthy. “All Sunshine and Rainbows” that’s how Gunil’s members labeled your relationship. Yes, when they said it it had a bit of a mocking tone to it, but they were secretly glad that Gunil found himself in such a beautiful relationship. 

Alas the saying “All good things must come to an end” seemed like it was gonna ring out to be true. Yours and Gunil’s relationship started to go downhill. The new hire at your work turned out to be your, “What could have been?”, “The one who got away”. Yes, you were happy to meet him again, but you no longer had any romantic feelings towards him. You were wholeheartedly in love with Gunil. When you told Gunil about this he was not so happy. How could he be? You just told him that you reunited with an old flame of yours. Ok, yes, he knows the guy is technically not an old fame since the two of you never dated. However if life didn’t get in the way, if things worked out, it very well could be him who you are dating right now and not Gunil. That brought out a deep sense of insecurity within Gunil. He started to fear that he could lose you to this guy. That you would fall out of love with him. To discover what your “What could have been” could be.

“Why do you have to have dinner with him?” Gunil snapped. 

“Gunil I told you a bunch of my coworkers are having dinner together, it's a group thing,” you tiredly explained, again. 

“He’s still gonna be there though?” Gunil stated bitterly. 

“What’s your problem? Even if it was just me and him. It’d just be two friends having dinner. I can’t have dinner with my friends?” Your voice grew angrier with each sentence. 

“Not when they have feelings for you!” he shouts. 

“Guni it’s not like that. Yes we liked each other in the past but not now,” you say. Your heart began to feel heavy in your chest. 

“Am I really supposed to believe that? You told me he was the one who got away. Now he’s back. You’re telling me that you feel nothing towards him? I don’t believe it. How could you not?” You could hear the insecurity in Gunil’s voice and he’s avoiding eye contact with you now. 

“Because I love you.” You tried to reach for Gunil’s hands, but he pulled away from you and you felt your heart crack. 

“Are you sure?” He finally looks at you again. There’s so many emotions in his eyes, but you can’t read them. 

“I don’t know when you stop believing me, trusting me, but since you don't, maybe it’s best we take a break.” You had to fight the words out as your throat tightened up.

“Y/n that’s not- I didn’t I don’t,” he fumbled over his words. 

“I do. I’ll stay at y/f/n’s in the meantime. I’ll come get my stuff when you’re at practice tomorrow,” you tell him, beginning to walk away.

“Y/n please don’t go,” Gunil begs you, latching onto your wrist. 

“Gunil,” you try to pull his hand off, but he grips you tighter, not enough to hurt though. His hold is still gentle somehow. “We both need some time. All we do is fight about this whenever we’re together. I’m tired. Please.” Gunil’s hand loosens up and you slip out of his grasp. Then you walked out of the door, not knowing when or if you’ll come back.

Gunil slumps down on the floor. He was so scared about losing you to another man that he drove you away himself. He might have lost you for good and it was all his own doing. He has no one to blame, but himself. A part of him wants to run out that door after you and explain. That all this happened because he was scared of losing you. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe you or didn’t trust you. It was that he didn’t believe or trust that he was good enough. That he was better than your old flame. His own insecurity was the problem, not your what could have been lover. Although even if he wanted to run to you he doesn’t even know if he can feel his legs. Not over the shattering pain in his heart. He knows that you need time and space, so he’ll give it to you. He can only hope that you’ll come back to him. That the two of you can make-up. Gunil doesn’t move from his spot on the floor. Delusioning himself that this is all a dream and he’ll wake up in the morning with you beside him.

You arrived at your friend's house all shaken up. Trembling with anger and sadness. Your friend encased you in their arms, not asking any questions. They could easily tell that you were upset, so their main priority was comforting you. They will let you tell them about it in due time, whenever you are ready. 

You didn’t tell them about it the next morning. Both of you are sitting on the couch, drinking tea.

“Gunil and I are taking a break,” you informed them. Your friend knew that the two of you had been fighting and what you were fighting about, so you didn’t really have to go into detail about why. 

“Just taking a break or are you gonna breakup?” they asked slightly hesitant. 

“I really don’t know right now,” you told them. Your chest hurts. You look down into your half empty tea mug as tears prick your eyes. 

“Do you want to breakup?” they questioned. You sighed. It was a hard question, but the one that needed an answer. The one you need to find the answer too. The reason why you’re taking a break with Gunil. 

“I love him, but if he doesn’t trust me….” you trailed off. Your friend nodded. 

“Take a few days to clear your head, weeks even. I like having you hear. Like the old days.” They tried to lighten the mood a bit. Reminding you of your time as roommates before you moved in with Gunil. 

After finishing your tea you went to pick up your things. You told your friend that they could wait in the car, that you’d just quickly pack your things into a bag and be right out. You did exactly that until a folder piece of paper lying on your pillow caught your attention. It had your name written on it. It was a letter from Gunil. You unfolded it, sitting down on the bed. 

Y/n,

I know I messed up. Messed up horribly. I know you need time, so take as much time as you need. I just wanted to apologize and explain. I’m sorry for acting out. I’m sorry for causing all of our arguments. I’m sorry for making you think that I don’t trust or believe you. I do trust you. I do believe you. It was actually me who I don’t trust or believe. I didn’t believe that I could be better than him. I was sure that he was much better than me. So much better than me that you would fall in love with him and out of love with me. He’s your one that got away and I was hyper fixated on that. Hyper fixated to the point that I was sure I would lose you to him. I never even met him, but he managed to bring out so many insecurities in me. Everything that I feel inadequate about in our relationship came bubbling up the surface. Instead of communicating with you about it I lashed out. I can’t make any excuse about it except that I’m an idiot. An idiot that was so scared about losing you that I ended up hurting you. I’m really truly so sorry. I can only hope that you’ll forgive me and come back to me. I love you y/n. Love you so much. I don’t want to breakup, but if that’s the decision you come to I’ll accept it. Just know that I love you always. 

Gunil

You didn’t realize you were crying till you saw the tear drops on the piece of paper. His letter helped to put things into perspective. What he did wasn’t right, but you know that he knows that too and he owns up to it. You wiped the remnants of your tears and grabbed your bag. You still wanted to take a few days to think over everything. A lot happened over the past month. You placed the letter into your bag and headed back out of the car. This time leaving felt different from the previous time. You didn’t feel unsure. There was no uncertainty, you knew that’d you’d come back. 

When Gunil returned back from practice that day he returned to a note on his pillow, it was from you. 

Keep my side of the bed warm, idiot 

Y/n

The note was passive aggressive, but it brought much needed relief to Gunil. You’d come back to him. He didn’t lose you and when you return he was ready to do everything to make it up to you. Whatever he had to do to keep you by his side. He loves you and doesn’t want to risk losing you ever again.

[iheartchv]

Hello again

Can we have something kinky one shot (smut) about usagi? 👉👈

(Pls don't rush yourself and take your time about writingand don't stressed yourself i beg you.Take breaks,eat,drink water,take naps,sleep,you really really deserved because you're a amazing person and writer.Please take care cherry. :) )

Oh my my O//v//O let's see... post for inspiration, and treat for y'all 😊💖💖💖💖

As always, everyone here is 18+ THIS WAS WRITTEN BY AN ADULT FOR ADULTS! minors, dni or view this please. Go else where

Ive got motivation to write right now, so if I don't write, it'll probably be months before I can write again. This will be my last request for a while, so I hope you enjoy it🙃

Gonna go with the '03 Usagi for this c:

Usagi X GN! Reader (they/them/their, etc.)

*a/n: take ( 竹 ) is supposed to be 'bamboo'

🐇🎋🌸🐇🎋🌸🐇🎋🌸

(Lets assume that you and Usagi have managed to have a relationship, and have decided to take a vacation on Second Earth with Usagi.)

In one of the many Inns, you and Usagi are taking advantage of the alone time you both wanted. It was quiet, peaceful, and you longed to be held in the strong arms of this samurai rabbit. This was a nice change of pace to the chaos of life back home. Everyone wondered where you were going on vacation. You just told them that you were going to visit Japan... which technically isn't a lie since Usagis world was Asian inspired.

Usagi ordered some sake for you to try. It... really wasn't bad. But soon enough you found yourself looking at him, eyeing him up and down. Lustful thoughts invaded your mind. This isn't the first time that you've thought of spending the night with him, what it'd be like to have him inside you, what kind of a lover he'd be...

"Y/n, are you alright, my love?"

Usagi had a smirk on his face. Your heart skipped a beat. Did he know? Did he notice the desire in your eyes?

"Y-yeah, I'm fine..."

He just softly chuckled. The way it sounded sent shivers up your spine. He sounded... so sensual, so sexy, so... ugh! You felt loopy, giggly, and wondered if it was actually because of him or that you were just drunk.

"Are you sure about that?" His brow ridge raised. "I can see you looking at me... Is there something on your mind?" That smirk is still plastered on his face.

You blushed, feeling your ears and cheeks grow hot. You were flustered. When he playfully teased you you couldn't help but to be. You just hid your face in the sleeves of the kimono robe you bought from home.

He gently laughed. "Oh, my little take..." He scootched closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "You're so adorable." He dropped a kiss on top of your head. It was silent for a moment until he spoke up.

"You know, I'm really glad you decided to spend your vacation with me. Part of me was... hoping you would. I've been craving you, your touch... your soft lips..."

Your heart sped up and hot air filled your lungs. His other hand gently tilted your chin up so you were looking at him. The look of love and admiration his face held was enough to make you melt.

"Usagi....~" you softly whispered as his thumb brushed back and forth over your bottom lip. His touch was warm and soft. Your eyes are half lidded with love drunkenness.

"You're so beautiful like this, my love..."

He took your mouth with his, giving you a soft and slow kiss that took your breath away. You held onto him as if he was the anchor that kept you from drowning in the sea of lover's delights. The makeout session slowly turned into something heated, more hungry, as you both couldn't keep your hands off one another.

"I want to show you... how much I love you, y/n."

His hands rubbed up and down your body, going over your legs that weren't covered by your kimono (one time Usagi thought you were wearing a kimono that was meant for a small child because of how short it was and how much of your legs it showed). As he did that, your own hands explored his body. Your fingers ran through the soft white fur on his face, down his neck, and down his chest.

~

Both of you now fully disrobed, he pulled you into his lap and in the lotus position. His heavy breathing matched yours. His half lidded eyes gazed back into yours, mouth kissing you so deeply and passionately while keeping you close. Your hips grinded against him, showing him just how eager you were, rubbing your arousal against his own.

He moaned before softly chuckling. "Be patient, love. I need to make sure your properly prepared to take me." His digits slid between your legs and slowly entered 2 fingers inside your entrance, stretching you. Your sensitive insides tingled with every slow thrust. Your body shook with pleasure, want, and need.

"Good. You're taking my fingers so well."

"Mmmm~ Usagi...~" Every little moan and sounds fell from your lips sounded like music to his ears. Some of them turned into small whimpers or whines. "I need you..."

"I know. I need you just as much, my dear heart. But I don't want to hurt you when we're both finally one..."

After much teasing he made you cum, gripping around his fingers. The lewd noises that left your lips told him how good you felt. He left small kisses along your neck and chest as you rode the waves of ecstasy. "It's alright, I've got you, y/n. I've got you, take." He whispered near your ear, slowly bringing you down from your high. Usagi wanted to make you feel this way all night long... and for the rest of your life.

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[lovelycrimsonredsnow]

Okay you can do whatever you want with this request but can I please ask for a yandere and you can pick the character but with a girly and sweet darling

Also my inbox is looking pretty empty mind sending a request I just wanted an excuse to write something

(reader is gender neutral)

Yandere toy chica with a feminine reader:

Type: headcanons

Genre: ?

-🌸🪓-

🧁 hm yes, seggualized Chicken-

🧁 she's a little... different from the other chicas

🧁 she isn't overprotective or as obsessive

🧁 she's more sadistic like nightmare chica and calmer and just,

Less yandere like. Q

🧁 anyway if she saw you wearing something cute she might just keep you, your so adorable

🧁 she's actually a bit less sadistic since she doesn't wanna mess up your outfit-

🧁 she's weird.

🧁 she's normally not really for physical affection but If you ask for it she'll give you a hug :)

And then never let go

🧁 when she's not busy trying to tear and bite your arms off shes actually decent-

🧁 she likes to steal finds cute things from lost and found to give to you to wear

🧁 she likes to see you bleed but not this time, your to precious

🧁she doesn't normally get to attached to people buuut-

🧁 if you try to leave she might just have to force you to stay begging she can't let you leave...

"awe, you look so cute~ I might just eat you up"

[darkrpfinders]

🌸 begging for an ouran high school host club role play!!

recently started reading the ouran high school host club manga after watching the anime so many times and now i’m searching for 18+ writers for an ocxcc roleplay. i am very open to doubling up as long as both sides can take place together just because that’s easier for me than if they were separate.

i’m looking for someone to write as Kyoya for my female oc and in return i can write any character from the series for you and in any gender pairing for your side! plot-wise i am hoping for us to discuss those details together and find a good place where we can start, i don’t mind starting at some point in the series, before or even after the series; also if you’d prefer we age the characters up that’s completely fine and may even be fun to explore them all in a university setting!

Some rules:

- for the life of me please write at least 4+ paragraphs. i am someone who love details and i just find it so boring writing anything less than 4 paragraphs or so. that being said i know there are times we get busy (i work and am going to college now), but i am so very patient and don’t mind waiting as long as the same courtesy is given to me on patience and that we’re communicating about where we are in our replies!

- nsfw / dead dove🕊️ content is fine with me, let’s just discuss it in private and see where we both are. i am very flexible though so just about anything goes for me really!

- if we double please show the same level of enthusiasm for both sides! it’s very discouraging having so much focus on one side rather than the other. and with that i would love if you were someone who enjoys ooc chatting, sending headcanons and edits, etc, because it definitely keeps both us and the story alive!

prefer discord to have a server and everything but i can be talked into staying here on tumblr! no other platforms though please. Like and i’ll get back to each like as soon as possible! 🌸

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[glacialheart]

you find bits of ice, slowly melting, inside the house. You follow the trail of water only to see another letter on your table, next to a vase full of calla lillies. Curious, you open the letter and start reading:

"My Dearest Mika,

I hope this letter finds its way to you, and that you are well. It has been days since I sent my last letter, and the silence has been deafening. I find myself haunted by thoughts of what I might have done to drive you away, and the weight of my uncertainty is unbearable.

First and foremost, I want to ask for your forgiveness. I'm sure that I must have done something to hurt you, though I wish I could pinpoint exactly what it was. If I have wronged you in any way, please know that it was never my intention, and I deeply regret any pain I may have caused. I am truly sorry, and I am willing to make amends, whatever it takes.

The reason I am writing to you again is not just to seek forgiveness but also to understand why you have not replied to my previous letter. Did it get lost along the way? Or have you chosen not to respond? I respect your choices, my love, but the uncertainty is torturous. The absence of your voice, your words, and your presence in my life leaves a void that I cannot bear.

I long to hear from you, to know how you are feeling, and to know if there is any chance of us finding our way back to each other. Your absence pains me more than any wound I've ever suffered, and the thought of losing you is too much to bear.

Please, my dearest, if you can find it in your heart to forgive me, or if you are willing to talk and share what has come between us, I beg you to respond. I will wait patiently, however long it takes, but I need to know that you still care, that there's hope for us yet.

Until then, know that my love for you remains as strong as ever, and my heart yearns for your presence in my life once more.

With all the love and longing in my heart,

Kaeya"

whoever is sending these letters is desperate and would like an answer soon.

-🌸

whoever you are, please refrain from such messages.