Request - Blog Posts
do you take art requests?
I learned more about this and it's quite an interesting thing!
I think for practice, I could try it. I really like the Undertale characters, Undertale AU, and OC.
(All OCs have such a unique lore and designs! It makes my heart happy!)
That's why, in my free time, I could make requests. :D
wawawawa i saw ur fic reqs were open………….. could you do a sickfic of kanade and mafuyu from project sekai?
more in depth character info can be found by searching “kanade yoisaki” or “mafuyu asahina” but here’s some basics:
kanade is a composer for a music group that mafuyu is in
mafuyu lives with kanade. it’s just them in the house
kanade is very much a workaholic, and would probably be resistent to being cared for while sick (especially if it means she can’t make music)
mafuyu cares a lot about kanade, but her expressions don’t show much on her face
mafuyu’s well versed in medical knowledge and will take care of kanade no matter what
mafuyu is the lyricist for the music group
no pressure of course!!! take your time if you want to take my request
(A/N: I hope I did a decent job! Had to do some digging since I've never heard of Project Sekai before, so I apologize if anything is out of character!) As she slowly opened her weary eyes, Kanade felt the familiar weight of illness settle upon her. Her body ached, her head throbbed, and she could hardly find the motivation to even lift her head from the pillow. She'd spent another long, brutal, and hyperfocused night composing. She really knows that with her poor and immunocompromised state with the lack of sleep and proper nutrition, she should have gotten some rest the second she felt the malaise seep deep down. However, songs needed to be composed, and work needed to be done. Honami was too busy helping someone else to aid her this time, and Kanade grumbled to a sitting point. She had to save herself. "Hm." Mafuyu, however, appeared to have other plans. Mafuyu sat quietly by her bedside, with a stoic expression as she observed Kanade's condition. Despite the lack of emotion on her face, Mafuyu was deeply concerned for her friend and roommate. She knew how much Kanade dedicated herself to her music, often neglecting her own health in the process. Mafuyu had always been silently impressed by Kanade's drive and determination, but she was certainly viewing its downsides at this moment. As she gently placed her hand on Kanade's forehead, she could feel the fever that had set in overnight. "You've got a fever," Mafuyu spoke. "You've been working too hard again." "...There's really no such thing as working too hard." Kanade's voice came out weak from her scratchy throat. "There is. Now, Honami stopped by and cooked us some oats. You're going to eat them, they're good for your throat." Kanade tried to muster up a weak smile as she met Mafuyu's gaze, but even that small gesture felt like an effort in her weakened state. "I'm fine," she insisted weakly, even as her body betrayed her with a fit of coughing. Mafuyu furrowed her brow, unconvinced by Kanade's reassurances. "You're not fine," she replied firmly, her voice betraying a hint of annoyance- Annoyance that was only masking compassion. "You're sick, and you need to rest and eat." Kanade huffed in frustration, her determination to work warring with her knowledge that Mafuyu was right. "But I have so much work to do," she mumbled stubbornly, attempting to push herself upright in bed, only to be gently pushed back down by Mafuyu's stern hold. "And you'll do it poorly If you do it sick. C'mon. Oats."
HEADCANNON/SHORT FIC REQUESTS OPEN!
ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ ᴘʀᴏꜱʜɪᴘᴘᴇʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱʜɪᴘ? ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ꜱʜɪᴘ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ? ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʟᴏʀʙᴏ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰʀᴇᴇ? ɢᴏ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ.. ᴍʏ ᴀꜱᴋꜱ ᴅᴏ ʙᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ.
ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍꜱ: ᴀɴʏ!!! ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʟᴏʀɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ!
ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ: -ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. -ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋ/ꜰᴇᴛɪꜱʜ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. -ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴀʟ-ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ-ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀᴋᴀ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ. -ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ. ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅꜱ. ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀ 'ʟᴏᴏᴘʜᴏʟᴇ' ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ɪ'ʟʟ ʜᴏɴᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ.
ᴇxᴀᴍᴘʟᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴄꜱ/ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜰɪᴄꜱ: -ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ -ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ -ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏ ʜᴄꜱ, "ʜᴇʏ ʜᴏᴡ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ x ꜰᴇᴇʟ ɪꜰ ʏ ᴅɪᴅ ᴢ" / ᴀᴜ ʜᴄꜱ -ᴀɢᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴄɢʟʀᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴꜱ -ꜱɪᴄᴋꜰɪᴄꜱ -ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ -"ʜᴏᴡ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ x ꜰᴇᴇʟ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ (ᴢ)"
ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇꜱ: ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜰʟᴜᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴇɴᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ. ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴜꜱᴛʏ ʜᴇʙʀᴇᴡ, ʀᴜꜱᴛʏ ꜱᴘᴀɴɪꜱʜ, ʀᴜꜱᴛʏ ɪᴛᴀʟɪᴀɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴜꜱᴛʏ ʀᴜꜱꜱɪᴀɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ꜰʟᴜᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴇɴᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇꜱ.
It's been so amazing seeing all your gorgeous Sterek art on my dash. What a gift! For prompts, I'd love to see them sharing/swapping something meaningful to the other (e.g. Stiles wearing something iconic of Derek's, or perhaps Derek adding a tattoo that reminds him of Stiles?)
S: What are you doing here? Huh? This is private property. D: I did not stand like that. S: Love to break it to you, big guy - this is a bonafide 1:1 recreation. I remember it very well.
TYSM 😭😭
Your suggestion was really sweet, sorry my brain went in such a silly direction 🥹 I've another one in the works <3 I'm imagining this a few years down the line, i'm just really attached to stiles' buzzcut!
I'm certain this moment is very meaningful to stiles though (and yes derek, you did stand like that, you weirdo)
jumpscare derek hale
What do you want me to draw for you
I haven't really been active with my sketching and drawing lately. I'm talking weeks without drawing excluding my art classes. I haven't really been motivated, I'm trying to get myself out of my art deprivation. I can only draw if someone wants me to. That will push me to do some art, when I know someone wants me to draw it sticks in my mind.
So anythings fine, could be simple or complicated. I don't have a drawing tablet yet. So for now I'm sticking to the basics. I got a whole lot of pencils, a few sharpies and some leftover acrylic paint. I promise to give you the best quality when posting the art and I'll try my best to make it look great. Could be anything you like, I'mma make this an art account.
Asra Alnazar x reader - Intimacy before and after
Summary: just some headcanons that came to my mind about Asra<3
Warning: smuttt, but nothing crazy tho, there are mostly mentions or hints of smut, nothing specifically described (it’s mostly just angst tbh). There are also SPOILERS for Asra’s route and the Arcana plot in general, so if you haven’t finished playing it I suggest you don’t read this post.
A/N: just to specify, reader is wrote as non-binary:) Also, this is the first smuttish thing I write, so feedbacks and advices are very much welcome<3<3
Asra has always been a passionate lover. It’s just the way he is, his body can’t help but follow the intensity of feelings his soul feels, and transfer it from the level of the soul to the level of the body
When he first met you, it was almost as if a wave washed over him, depriving him of balance, and he could find it once again in the feeling of you and your body, pressed against him
Passion mixes with intensity and haste the first times the two of you have sex. His every movement is a physical demonstration of just how deep, how powerful, his feelings for you are
Once the two of you are done, you’re left breathless, legs shaking and sore, sweat covering your body, tears of pleasure running down your cheeks. You’re spent in the best way possible
It starts to change during the beginning of the Red Plague. The deep empathy you feel for the people dying in the streets, the desire to do something to help, takes all your desires to feel pleasure (or anything joyful for that matter), replacing it with the urge to help as many as you can
You start growing distant from each other, the atmosphere in the shop becomes tense, the interactions between you and Asra are short and almost void of any emotion. You start visiting the castle more often, volunteering to help doctor Devorak in finding a cure for this Plague. It comes without say that sex wasn’t really in neither of your minds
And it only becomes worse after your death. Asra feels that same wave washing over him, but this time he doesn’t welcome the feeling of it. It make feel lost, knowing that the very person he used to hold on to, the only one that made him forget the rest of the world, and just give into the pleasure the wave brought
This wave brings grief, desperation. Hell, it even brings hallucinations to some point. He can’t make out what’s real and what’s fake, he can’t discern when he’s dreaming and when he’s awake
It’s at this point that his situationship with Julian starts. We all know just how toxic it was, for the both of them. But Julian needed to feel love in these dreadful times, and Asra needed to feel that same feeling of grounding to save him from the power of that wave
It wasn’t the same as you, he knew that very well. Julian couldn’t fill the void of love Asra felt, he could only satisfy his carnal desires, give him that brief high that, for just a moment, made him forget everything that was happening in his life, his losses, his mistakes, his regrets
But not much time passes before that high becomes unsatisfying, and the guilt of what he’s doing takes over him. How can he do this with Julian, when all he’s thinking of is you? How can he deem himself worthy of having you once again in his arms, when instead of keeping the void you left empty, awaiting for your return, he filled it with someone else, someone not even comparable to you in his eyes?
That’s when the weird relationship between Asra and Julian ends, when Asra conveys all his energies and time in finding a way to get you back
At first, there was nothing in his mind when it came to you other than gratitude to have you back along with the utmost care to tend to you, to comfort you when you were in pain or scared at whatever appeared new to you after you came back. Your mind was at the same level as one of a child, there was no desire in Asra other than to have you back as you were
As time goes by, and you regain the aspects of the person you once were, that desire, that wave of passion, starts to awaken once again in him
And then after years of longing for the feeling of you’re touch, of your body pressed against him, he once again can feel that same feeling of euphoria once your bodies merge once again. Only that this time, his demeanor has changed. There’s a different kind of intensity in his actions
There’s not the feverish haste in his movements anymore; instead, he takes his sweet time kissing you, caressing your body, worshipping you as if you were some sort of deity. He holds you as if you’d disappear in his arms if he loosens his grip too much
His thrusts are slow and deep, making that wave of pleasure that’s in him fall into you too. It makes you feel a deeper kind of pleasure, one with such forse that it has you detached from reality once you reach your high, it knocks the breath out of your lungs, and it makes you only desire to hold Asra closer, to have him deeper inside you. You almost wish you could become one
There are still times where you have fast, rough sex, one that ends quickly and leaves you both breathless and spent. But you just prefer to feel that deeper connection, the one that has you longing for more, that morphs into endless hours of just holding each other. It makes you both feel as if time has stopped, and there’s no one else in the world but you two
Yee Yee
I’m here to write different X Reader fics and headcanons for people and as of now I’m sticking with Jojo requests (but not past part 5 bc unfortunately I’m not a manga reader I’m sorry)
It’ll take me awhile to get used to everything so please be patient with me but I’ll do my best
i’ll start adding more anime to write about as I go on as well
But please don't be shy and submit any requests :)
hey yall, my friend js started doing requests too! send in an ask for her and she'll do it 😋
Heyyy!
hey guys! So I’m thinking of writing on tumblr (I use ao3) so here’s what I’ll write for.
Creepypasta IT 2018
SDV
JATP
and many more. I kinda just pulled those out of my ass lol. Just request and I’ll tell you if I can do it :)
For @sweaty-familydrawing
Ｌｕｒｅｄ Ｉｎ
⬐ All Jack wanted was a quite place to rest his head after a encounter with a monster on his mission that left him wary and muscles aching for relief, what he receives is what he’s wanted and possibly something more.
authors note : this was a story requested by @princeasimdiya12
warning : this story is an 18+ one shot story between men. If you find men on men action to be something not of your taste I ask that you click off and not read please
The valley reeked of smoke and death. A soft wind carried the ash of what once had been a thriving village, brushing against Samurai Jack’s face as he stood at the edge of a scorched cliff. His katana hung loosely in his grip, its polished blade catching the faint light of the setting sun. Below him, blackened structures jutted out like broken teeth, the remains of homes reduced to cinders.
This wasn’t the first time Jack had arrived too late. And as much as he tried to steel himself, it never got any easier.
A low rumble shook the ground beneath him, drawing his attention to the heart of the destruction. Standing there amidst the rubble was a hulking figure, half-machine, half-sorcery. Its body gleamed like molten iron, patched with cracks that glowed green, pulsating like a diseased heartbeat. Its head swiveled unnaturally, glowing eyes locking onto him with a mechanical whirr.
“Another pest crawling to meet its end,” the construct snarled, its voice layered with malice and static.
Jack narrowed his eyes. His fingers tightened on the hilt of his sword. He didn’t reply. There was no need.
The construct—a creation of Aku, no doubt—rose to its full height. It had to be at least twenty feet tall, its limbs reinforced with jagged plating. With each step it took, the earth groaned beneath its weight. This thing had destroyed the village and its people, not out of necessity, but out of cruelty. Jack could feel it. He could always sense the twisted fingerprints of Aku’s darkness.
“You’ve come to die like the rest,” it said, raising an arm that ended in a massive blade. “I’ll make it quick.”
Jack moved.
The construct swung its blade down with the force of a falling tree, splitting the earth where Jack had stood a moment before. The shockwave sent chunks of rock flying in every direction, but Jack was already gone, darting to the side and closing the distance. His katana flashed in the dim light, striking the creature’s leg with precision. Sparks flew as the blade bit into metal, carving a shallow groove before Jack leapt back to avoid the counterattack.
The golem roared, slashing horizontally. Jack ducked low, the blade slicing just above his head. He countered with a series of quick strikes, his movements sharp and efficient, each one aimed at vulnerable joints and exposed mechanisms. But the creature was fast—faster than something its size had any right to be.
A heavy fist came crashing down, forcing Jack to roll out of the way. He came to his feet in one fluid motion, his breathing steady despite the intensity of the battle. He studied his opponent, looking for an opening.
“You’re nimble, samurai,” the golem sneered, its glowing core flickering as it spoke. “But your blade is useless against me. You cannot destroy what is unbreakable.”
Jack wiped a bead of sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. “Everything breaks,” he said softly, his voice calm but firm.
The construct roared again, its core flaring brighter as it unleashed a barrage of energy bolts. They screamed through the air, leaving trails of smoke in their wake. Jack dodged, his sandals barely touching the ground as he moved. One bolt grazed his shoulder, singing the fabric of his gi, but he pressed on, ignoring the searing pain.
He closed the distance once more, darting under the construct’s arm and leaping onto its back. His katana struck true, severing a bundle of cables that ran along its spine. The creature staggered, sparks erupting from the wound.
“You little—” It spun wildly, trying to shake him off.
Jack jumped clear, landing in a crouch a few feet away. He could see the damage now—the flickering core, the uneven movements. It was weakening. But he knew better than to get careless.
The creature raised its remaining arm, dark energy coalescing into a massive, crackling orb. Jack stood his ground, waiting. The energy surged forward, a blinding wave of destruction aimed directly at him. At the last second, he sidestepped, the attack missing him by inches and carving a deep trench into the earth.
Before the construct could recover, Jack charged. He sprinted up a piece of fallen debris, using it as a ramp to propel himself high into the air. With a cry that echoed through the ruined valley, he brought his katana down in a two-handed strike.
The blade pierced the construct’s core.
For a moment, time seemed to freeze. Then the light within the creature flared violently before fading altogether. Its body shuddered, joints seizing, before it collapsed to the ground in a heap of twisted metal.
Jack landed softly beside it, his katana already sheathed. He stood there for a moment, the only sound his steady breathing and the distant crackle of dying flames. The battle was over, but the weight of the loss lingered in the air.
He turned toward the horizon, the setting sun painting the sky in hues of gold and crimson. There was no one left to save here. But there were others—other villages, other lives that Aku sought to destroy.
Jack adjusted the strap of his sword and began walking.
The road stretched long and empty ahead of Jack, framed by distant hills and thick clusters of trees. Each step was measured, his sandals brushing against loose dirt, the faint sound of birdsong filling the quiet spaces in his mind. The fight earlier had left his muscles tense and his spirit heavier than usual, though he kept his composure as always.
The sun hung high in the sky when he reached the outskirts of a small town nestled in the valley below. Smoke curled from chimneys, and the hum of daily life buzzed faintly in the air—a blacksmith pounding steel, children laughing somewhere nearby, and the muffled conversations of townsfolk trading goods. Jack paused on a ridge, taking it all in.
It wasn’t much, this town, but it was alive. That alone was enough to soothe him.
As he stepped onto the main road, his presence drew the occasional curious glance. His attire—worn from travel and battle—marked him as an outsider, his katana slung at his side a clear testament to his purpose. Yet most people went about their business, leaving him to his own path.
The scent of cooking fish drifted through the air, mingling with the earthy smell of fresh-cut hay. Jack followed the aroma to a modest restaurant with wide-open windows and a simple wooden sign swaying in the breeze. His stomach tightened, reminding him how long it had been since his last meal.
Inside, the restaurant was quiet but welcoming. Lanterns hung from the low wooden beams, casting a warm glow over the small crowd of patrons. Jack found a seat in the corner and rested his katana against the wall beside him. His movements were deliberate and respectful, as if the weight of his journey carried into every gesture.
When the server approached, Jack gave a small bow of thanks and ordered a plate of grilled fish, rice, and tea. He didn’t ask for anything more; simplicity had long been his way.
As he waited, the soft murmur of nearby conversations floated through the room. A table of women sat not far from him, their voices carrying just enough for Jack to catch snippets of their conversation. He wasn’t one to eavesdrop, but something about their words drew his attention.
“The Lucid Dreams Inn,” one of them said, her tone hushed but eager. “Have you been yet? It’s just outside of town, through the woods.”
“Not yet,” another replied, a wistful note in her voice. “But my sister went last week. She said it was like paradise—baths so warm you feel weightless and staff that treat you like royalty. It’s a dream.”
Jack kept his gaze on the table in front of him, but his focus shifted to their words. He didn’t often indulge in luxuries. His path was one of duty, not leisure. Yet the mention of a spa—a place of peace, even for a short while—stirred something in him.
“You should see the themed rooms,” another chimed in, laughing softly. “They make you feel like you’re in another world. And the massages…” She trailed off, sighing dramatically, which drew laughter from the group.
Jack’s food arrived, and he ate slowly, savoring each bite. The fish was perfectly cooked, the rice soft and steaming. He felt his body relax just slightly, as if the meal itself was a small act of kindness.
When he finished, he stood and approached the women’s table, bowing his head respectfully. “Forgive my intrusion,” he said, his voice calm and polite. “But I couldn’t help overhearing. Could you tell me where this Lucid Dreams Inn is located?”
The women exchanged surprised looks before one of them smiled warmly. “It’s not far,” she said. “Just follow the eastern road out of town until you reach the edge of the woods. You’ll see a path lined with lanterns—it’ll take you straight there.”
Jack gave a small bow of thanks. “I appreciate your guidance.”
With his meal paid for, he left the restaurant and followed the directions he’d been given. The eastern road was quieter than the bustling town, flanked by trees that swayed gently in the breeze. As he walked, the weight on his shoulders seemed to lighten slightly. The idea of a spa—a chance to rest, even briefly—felt indulgent, but perhaps it was something he needed.
It wasn’t long before he reached the woods. Just as the women had said, lanterns lined a narrow path, their warm glow cutting through the shade. Jack followed them, the soft crunch of dirt under his sandals blending with the rustle of leaves overhead.
The woods eventually opened to reveal the inn, and Jack stopped in his tracks. It was breathtaking—an elegant structure that seemed to glow in the fading sunlight, its carved arches and intricate patterns whispering of distant lands. Soft golden light spilled from its windows, and the gentle hum of a nearby stream added to its tranquil aura. It wasn’t just a building; it was a promise of peace, a refuge from the chaos that had defined his journey. For a moment, Jack allowed himself to simply stand there, taking in the stillness. Then, adjusting his katana at his side, he stepped forward. Perhaps, for just one night, he could leave the weight of his remaining mission behind.
The soft sound of the flowing stream faded as Jack crossed the threshold of the inn. The air inside was warm and fragrant, carrying the faint scent of jasmine and sandalwood. A tranquil ambiance enveloped the space, with low lantern light casting a golden glow across the polished wood floors and richly woven rugs.
Jack was immediately greeted by the sight of a staff gathered near the front, a diverse group of young men and women. They moved with an effortless grace, each dressed in elegant yet modest attire that complimented their features. Their bright smiles and welcoming demeanor immediately put Jack at ease.
However, it was the group of men by the front desk that caught his attention. A handful of them lounged casually against the counter, clearly enjoying a break. Their voices carried across the room, drawing Jack’s gaze in spite of himself.
“Too rough,” one of them groaned dramatically, rolling his shoulders. “I’ve still got bruises!”
“That’s nothing,” another cut in, laughing. “Mine was too soft! If you’re gonna pay for time like that, at least make it memorable.”
The others burst into laughter, their easy camaraderie filling the air. Jack found himself averting his eyes, but not before sneaking a quick glance their way. They were striking, each in their own way—tall and lean, or broad-shouldered and strong, their features as varied as the stars in the sky. A faint blush warmed Jack’s face as he cleared his throat, silently admonishing himself for his wandering thoughts.
Still, curiosity gnawed at him. The conversation wasn’t exactly what he’d expected in a place like this, and it left him wondering about the services the inn provided. Steeling himself, Jack approached the main counter where one of the women was smiling warmly at him. But before he could speak, the group of men noticed him. Their conversation stopped mid-laugh as they turned to look at him—really look at him.
The shift was almost palpable. Their gazes swept over him with a mixture of intrigue and appreciation, taking in the broadness of his shoulders, the sharp lines of his jaw, and the quiet intensity that seemed to follow him wherever he went. It was clear, without a word exchanged, that they all had the same thought: they wanted him.
“Excuse me,” Jack said, his voice soft yet deliberate. “I was curious… What kind of services does this inn provide?”
The question hung in the air for a moment, and the group exchanged knowing glances, small smirks curling at the corners of their lips. One of them, a tall man with chestnut hair and a confident air, stepped forward.
“We offer all kinds of services,” he said, his voice smooth and inviting. “Massages, baths, private rooms for relaxation… Whatever you need to ease your mind and body.”
Another man chimed in, his tone playful. “And we do our best to make sure every client leaves completely… satisfied.”
Jack’s eyes widened slightly, and he quickly looked away, his usual composure faltering. “I see,” he murmured, his cheeks flushing faintly.
The group chuckled softly at his reaction, clearly enjoying the effect their words had on him. “Don’t worry,” the first man said, his smile widening. “You’re in good hands here. Why don’t you let us take care of you for a while?”
Jack hesitated, torn between his curiosity and the unfamiliar heat rising in his chest. This place was unlike any he had ever encountered, and for a moment, he wondered if stepping through its doors had been a mistake. But the thought was fleeting. Perhaps, just this once, he could indulge in something beyond his usual discipline and duty.
Jack followed the group of men as they led him down a dimly lit corridor. The soft glow of lanterns and the delicate hum of distant music created an intimate and relaxing atmosphere. The men chatted casually among themselves, their confidence and playful energy drawing Jack in despite his initial apprehension.
They came to a stop in front of an ornate door. One of the attendants, a tall man with striking amber eyes, gestured toward it with a flourish. “This is one of our special service rooms,” he said, his voice smooth as silk.
Jack stepped inside and took in the lavish setting. One side of the room held a heart-shaped bed draped in luxurious crimson sheets, surrounded by soft golden lighting. On the other side was a bathing area separated by a carved wooden screen. The bath itself was a work of art—an oversized tub made of polished stone, filled with steaming water that shimmered with faintly glowing herbs and oils.
“Relax, Samurai,” one of the men said with a teasing smile, placing a hand lightly on Jack’s shoulder. “We’ll take care of everything.”
Jack hesitated for a moment, unused to such attention. “Perhaps you gentlemen can step out for a moment while I undress.”
One of the men tilt his head towards jack, “But whyyy,” whines the man.
“We’re all friends here, no need to be shy.”
Jack hesitated for a moment before nodding his head, as he shrugged off his outer robe and stepped toward the bath, he felt a rare sense of ease begin to settle over him. The warm water enveloped him as he sank into the tub, sighing deeply as the tension in his muscles started to melt away.
The harem boys moved with practiced grace, gathering around the bath with sponges and towels in hand. They began to gently wash him, their hands skimming over his shoulders and arms, tracing the lines of his taut muscles. Their touch was firm yet soothing, accompanied by lighthearted laughter and conversation that kept the mood light.
Jack’s body sat slouched in the tub full of water and scented oils, he hunched over almost as if he was cowering in on himself. It was his way of hiding himself from these men - hiding from their view.
One of the younger attendants, a slim boy with mischievous green eyes, perched on the edge of the tub. “You’ve got some serious muscle,” he commented, poking Jack’s bicep with a grin. “What do you eat to stay like this?”
Jack still nervous chuckled softy, in a nervous manner almost— shaking his head. “Mostly rice and vegetables. Simple food.”
The group laughed, some jokingly telling him that’s not enough for a man of his size and another chimed in, “Well, tonight you’ll have to try something a little more exciting.”
From a nearby tray, the green-eyed boy grabbed a delicate glass filled with amber liquid. “This,” he said, holding it up, “is one of our specialties. Sweet, smooth, and perfect after a long day. You have to try it.”
Jack raised an eyebrow, skeptical but curious. “I’m not much of a drinker,” he admitted.
“Just a sip,” the boy coaxed, offering the glass. “I promise you’ll like it.”
After a moment’s hesitation, Jack took the glass and brought it to his lips. The liquor was surprisingly sweet, with a hint of fruit and spice. It slid down easily, warming him from the inside. He nodded approvingly and took another sip—then another.
Before long, Jack had finished the glass and reached for another, the smooth sweetness of the drink luring him in. The harem boys exchanged knowing glances, their smiles growing wider as Jack unknowingly indulged.
It wasn’t until he set the glass down and leaned back in the water that one of them, a lean man with a cheeky grin, pointed out, “Well, would you look at that.”
Jack followed the direction of his gaze, his eyes widening slightly as he realized what they were referring to. The warm water and the liquor’s effects had left him in an unmistakably compromising state, and he quickly shifted to sit up straighter, his cheeks flushing a faint red.
The group of men burst into laughter, though their tone was more playful than mocking. “Don’t worry, Samurai,” one of them said with a wink. “It happens to everyone here. Think of it as… part of the experience.”
Jack cleared his throat, feeling both embarrassed and strangely amused by their casual demeanor. He wasn’t sure whether to blame the liquor, the bath, or the harem boys themselves, but one thing was certain—this was a night unlike any other he’d experienced.
The harem boys guided Jack from the bath to the heart-shaped bed, their movements fluid and practiced. The room was filled with a soft, golden glow that seemed to pulse in time with the distant hum of the inn’s music. Jack, now dressed in a light robe provided by the attendants, sat down hesitantly, his damp hair falling loosely over his shoulders.
“Lie down, Samurai,” one of the men said softly, gesturing to the bed. His voice was calm, soothing, and Jack found himself complying without hesitation.
As he stretched out on the plush bed, the boys moved around him with care. One began to massage his arms, kneading away the tension that had been building for what felt like years. Another worked on his back, his strong hands expertly pressing into the tight muscles along Jack’s shoulders and spine. His legs, feet, and even his hands weren’t spared the attention, each boy ensuring every part of him was thoroughly tended to.
Another attendant, a younger man with soft features, approached with a small jar of a fragrant cream. He leaned over Jack, spreading the mask gently across his face. “This will help with the wear and tear of your travels,” he said with a smile.
As Jack relaxed under their care, the boys began to ask him questions. Their voices were gentle, curious. “Tell us about your life, Samurai,” one of them asked, his hands still working over Jack’s calves. “What brings you here?”
Jack hesitated at first, but the liquor had loosened his tongue. “My life has been… a long battle,” he began, his voice heavy. “I fight to return to my home, to undo the evil that has taken everything from me. Every day is a struggle—another fight, another challenge.”
The boys listened intently, their hands never ceasing their work. One of them, the man massaging Jack’s shoulders, frowned slightly. “It sounds exhausting,” he said softly. “To live with such a burden. Have you ever thought of letting it go?”
Jack’s brow furrowed, but before he could respond, another boy—a playful one with a mischievous smile—spoke up. “You could stay here,” he suggested. “Achieve peace. This place could be your refuge.”
Jack opened his mouth to respond, but a soft, melodic tone interrupted him. One of the boys had retrieved a singing bowl, its rim gliding under his practiced touch. The sound filled the room, vibrating softly through the air and into Jack’s very core. It was unlike anything he’d ever heard, a sound that seemed to strip away the layers of tension and pain he had carried for so long.
His thoughts grew hazy as the boys guided him to another part of the room. This area was set up for grooming, with mirrors framed in gold and trays of combs, oils, and brushes neatly arranged. One of the attendants began brushing Jack’s damp hair, while another trimmed his beard with precise care.
As they worked, the questions continued. “What else do you remember about your life?” one of them asked gently.
Jack’s eyes softened, his defenses slipping further. “The hardships,” he admitted, his voice quieter now. “The battles, the loss… I’ve been fighting for so long, I don’t know what peace even feels like anymore.”
One of the boys, who had been running his fingers through Jack’s freshly combed hair, spoke softly. “Then perhaps it’s time to stop fighting.”
The words lingered in the air, carried by the soft hum of the singing bowl. Jack couldn’t help but consider them. The longer he stayed here, the more the weight on his shoulders seemed to lift. Time felt strange in this place; what had been hours felt like mere moments. The thought of staying—just for a little longer—grew more tempting.
Jack glanced at the group of attendants, their serene smiles and gentle hands easing him into a state of complete relaxation. His heart, which had long been hardened by the trials of his journey, softened slightly. Perhaps, just for now, he could allow himself this peace.
Finally, he closed his eyes and gave a slight nod. “I will stay.”
The first boy, Takeshi, with his raven hair and piercing blue eyes, had a smile that could charm the toughest of warriors. His little form was wrapped in a kimono of deep midnight blue, adorned with delicate silver threads that shimmered like stars in the candlelight.
The second, Akihiro, had skin as pale as the moon and hair as gold as the sun, with eyes that held the warmth of a summer's embrace. His kimono was a soft shade of ivory, with intricate gold embroidery that mirrored the patterns of cherry blossoms. Next to him, Satoru's emerald eyes sparkled with mischief, his crimson kimono a stark contrast to his raven hair, hinting at the passion that lay within.
The remaining four introduced themselves as well: Ryuu, whose kimono was as fiery as his spirit; Kaito, whose eyes were the color of the stormy sea and whose demeanor was as mysterious as the depths of the ocean; Yukito, whose kimono of gentle lavender whispered of his tender soul; and finally, Hiro, whose kimono was the color of freshly fallen snow, reflecting the purity and innocence that seemed to radiate from his very being.
The boys' gazes held a hint of something more than mere welcoming, something that sent a shiver down Jack’s spine. They spoke in soft, hypnotic tones, their voices laced with urges of desire that seemed to fill the very air around him. The harem of men had two conditions for his acceptance into their fold, they explained.
Firstly, he must agree to lock away his manhood in a chastity cage, a symbol of his commitment to their unique form of service. Secondly, he must engage in an unbridled orgy, allowing the hypnotic tunes of a singing bowl to guide him through the evening's carnally ecstatic ritual.
Jack's brow furrowed in protest, his hand reflexively moving to the sword at his side. "What is the meaning of this?" he demanded, his voice a low growl of discomfort. The thought of such a restriction was foreign to his warrior's spirit, and the idea of an orgy, though not entirely unwelcome, was certainly unexpected. Yet, the allure of the harem's beauty and the mysterious aura of the mansion made his resolve waver like the flame of a candle in the breeze.
Takeshi stepped forward, his smile never faltering. His eyes locked onto Jack's, and his hand reached out to lightly touch the samurai's cheek. "Do not fear, warrior," he cooed, his voice a velvety caress. "The cage is a symbol of your dedication to us, to the experiences that await you here. It is not a prison, but a gateway to new pleasures." As the other boys closed in, their fingertips grazed jack’s skin, sending shivers of unfamiliar sensations through his body. He felt a gentle pull, as if the very air was coaxing him to comply.
Akihiro offered the chastity cage, its golden metal gleaming in the soft glow of the candles. It was an intricate piece of craftsmanship, adorned with delicate engravings of entwined lovers and blooming flowers. The warmth of the metal seemed to pulse with the promise of pleasure. Jack hesitated, but the hypnotic allure of their touch grew stronger, his thoughts swirling like leaves in a tempest.
The surrounding walls around them began to morph, its walls shifting and flowing like a living tapestry. The grand hall dissolved into a surreal dreamscape, an erotic playground that seemed to exist solely to tantalize the senses. The air grew thick with the scent of jasmine, and the floor became a soft, velvet sea beneath his feet. The harem boys flitted around him like ethereal beings, each one more enticing than the last, whispering sweet nothings that danced around the edges of his consciousness.
Jack's hand hovered over the chastity cage, his mind racing with thoughts of rebellion and curiosity. Yet, the gentle yet insistent pressure of the harem's touch washed away his resistance like sand before the tide. He felt his body relax, his will bending to the seductive power of their words and touch. His eyes grew heavy, and his breathing slowed as their hypnotic whispers painted a vivid picture of the unbridled pleasure that awaited him.
With trembling fingers, Jack unbuckled his obi, allowing the heavy layers of his hakama to fall away. The cool metal of the chastity cage was a stark contrast to the heat rising within him. As Akihiro guided the cage over his erection, Jack couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and excitement. The cage clicked into place, locking his arousal within its embrace, a stark symbol of his surrender to the harem's will.
The moment the cage was secured, the harem boys broke into a fit of giggles, their laughter like the tinkling of wind chimes. They led Jack to the center of the room where a large, plush futon had appeared, surrounded by a sea of velvet pillows. The singing bowl, which had been silently watching the exchange from the shadows, began to hum. The vibrations grew louder, resonating through the air and into Jack's very bones. The sound was mesmerizing, a siren's call that he could not resist. His eyes grew heavy, and his body felt as if it were made of liquid, swaying to the bowl's hypnotic melody.
The boys began to undress, each revealing their own unique beauty. Satoru's muscular chest rippled as he removed his kimono, his cock already erect and bobbing with excitement. Kaito's body was lean and toned, with a trail of hair leading from his navel to the base of his cock, which stood proudly at attention. Yukito, the delicate one, had skin softer than silk, his small, firm nipples pebbling with anticipation. Hiro's innocent gaze belied the fiery passion that lurked within, his body a canvas of untouched perfection.
The hypnotic hum of the singing bowl grew more intense, wrapping around Jack like a warm embrace, dissolving the last of his inhibitions. He could feel his own cock strain against the confines of the chastity cage, begging for release. The harem boys lay down on the futon, creating a sensual mosaic of skin and fabric.
The bowl's vibrations grew stronger, resonating through Jack's body as if he were a living instrument. His eyes fluttered closed, and he let out a low moan as the music took hold of his very soul. The air grew electric with desire, and he felt the mattress shift beneath him as the boys arranged themselves around him. He was the center of their attention, the object of their collective lust and admiration.
Ryuu, the fiery one, was the first to act. He straddled Jack's chest, his cock a vibrant shade of coral against the samurai's tanned skin. Leaning down, he captured Jack's mouth in a kiss that was both fiery and tender. The taste of him was like a spark that ignited Jack's passion, making him ache to feel more.
The other boys followed suit, their hands exploring every inch of Jack's body. They were like skilled artisans, each one knowing exactly where to touch, where to kiss, to elicit the most exquisite reactions. Akihiro's gentle caress of his cheek was as comforting as a mother's touch, while Satoru's rough grip on his thigh was like the bite of a lover eager to claim him.
Kaito's stormy eyes searched his own.
The hypnotic vibrations of the singing bowl grew more insistent, the music resonating with the beating of Jack's heart. He felt as if he were floating in a warm, velvet embrace, the weight of his body forgotten amidst the swirling pleasure. The boys' hands danced over his skin, tracing the lines of his chest, his abs, and finally the bulge of his cock, trapped and pulsing within the chastity cage. They paid homage to his manhood, their lips and fingers worshipping the metal that contained his desire.
Yukito, the tender soul, began to kiss a trail down Jack's body, his soft, full lips leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched. Each press of his mouth sent a shiver through the samurai's frame, his body arching in silent plea. When Yukito reached the base of the cage, he paused, looking up with eyes filled with a mix of innocence and lust. With a gentle touch, he traced the outline of Jack's trapped erection, eliciting a moan that seemed to resonate with the very air around them.
Takeshi, the master of seduction, took hold of the singing bowl, its vibrations now a deep, resonating bass that seemed to echo the pounding of Jack's heart. The other boys began to kiss and touch each other, their bodies moving in a sensual dance as old as time itself. The sight of their passion was almost too much for Jack to bear, his cock straining against the unforgiving metal. The cage grew warm from his arousal.
The air grew thick with the scent of desire as the harem's hands moved in unison, teasing and stroking Jack's body. Their lips and tongues found every sensitive spot, leaving no inch untouched. The heat of their breath against his skin sent waves of pleasure crashing through him. He could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building, a pressure that grew with each stroke, each kiss, each whispered word of encouragement.
Hiro, the youngest, approached shyly, his snow-white kimono fluttering like the petals of a cherry blossom. He knelt beside the futon and took Jack's hand, placing it on the cage. The samurai's grip tightened, his knuckles turning white as the pressure grew. Hiro looked into his eyes, his own filled with a gentle warmth that seemed to pierce the haze of lust that clouded Jack's mind. With a soft smile, he leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on the padlock that kept Jack's cock imprisoned. The metal grew hot, as if responding to the touch of his lips.
The singing bowl reached a crescendo, the vibrations resonating through the room and into Jack's soul. The harem's movements grew more frenzied, their bodies tangling together in a passionate display of eroticism. The sight was overwhelming, Jack could feel the beginnings of an orgasm, a storm gathering on the horizon of his consciousness. His hips bucked, seeking relief from the relentless teasing.
Akihiro took mercy on him, sliding his hand between the bars of the chastity cage. His touch was feather-light, his fingertips dancing over the sensitive head of Jack's cock. The sensation was electric, sending bolts of pleasure through Jack's body. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a guttural moan, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The other boys took turns, each one offering their own brand of torturous pleasure, their hands moving in perfect harmony with the bowl's pulsating rhythm.
The pressure grew unbearable, and Jack felt as though he was on the precipice of something profound. He could feel the beginnings of his climax, a coil of ecstasy winding tightly within him. The cage grew slick with pre-cum, a testament to his desperate need for release.
Yet, the lock remained steadfast.
Akihiro, one of the harem men who had been watching Jack sends a quiet smile his way. His eyes were gentle, yet there was something mysterious about them. He spoke in a soft, reassuring tone, “You’ve done enough, Jack. You’ve showed that you are indeed promising for us all. Your mission is over. All your struggles, all your pain… they’ll be gone by morning. You can rest now.”
Jack blinked slowly, his exhaustion overcoming him. Akihiro’s words felt like a balm to his soul, a promise of peace he had longed for but never believed he would see. His head felt heavy, his eyelids drooping. He gave a small nod. “I can rest… at last…” he whispered.
Akihiro placed a hand on Jack’s shoulder. Jack collapses back onto the bed, and within moments, the weight of sleep consumed him. His breathing steadied, and the room fell still.
But as Jack slept, the world around him began to change. The inn, once a place of comfort, began to shimmer and twist. The walls cracked, the wooden floor groaned and splintered, and the warm air turned cold and thick. The peaceful atmosphere had been an illusion, one crafted to deceive the weary traveler. As the illusion broke, the truth revealed itself.
The harem men, now no longer hidden in human forms, transformed into creatures of darkness. Akihiro’s body lengthened, his skin turning scaly as his eyes glowed bright red. He was no longer the charming man who had spoken to Jack, but a serpent-like beast, coiled and ready. The others, once handsome and gentle, now revealed their true monstrous yet beautiful forms, each one a creature that thrived on human desire.
The world around them was no longer the inn, but a vast, desolate desert. The sands stretched endlessly in all directions, and the sky above was an oppressive shade of deep orange. This was the true world — the one hidden beneath the illusion, a world where they had lured countless souls over the centuries.
Akihiro grinned, his sharp teeth gleaming in the dim light. “We’ve finally found him. A worthy mate after all this time,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
Another of the harem men, Yukito, who appeared as a towering, majestic wolf, shook his head. “Let him rest, Akihiro. He’s been through enough. We’ll have plenty of time to enjoy our new companion when he wakes.”
Akihiro clicked his tongue but conceded. “Fine. But the wait is almost unbearable.”
The men gathered around Jack’s sleeping form, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. As they watched, Jack’s appearance began to shift. The weariness left his body, replaced with something more regal. His clothes changed, too, from the familiar samurai armor to flowing white robes with purple accents. The outfit looked almost like something from an ancient kingdom, regal and princely. It was as if the weight of his past life had been shed, and something new, something more fitting for his transformation, had taken its place.
At the center of the desert, a figure appeared — one that towered over the harem men. His name was Hed, their leader, the one who had controlled them all for centuries. Hed stood tall and imposing, his wild black hair spreading out like a storm. His tanned skin gleamed under the desert sun, and his powerful, muscular frame was on full display. He wore golden cuffs on his wrists and a dark green vest that hung open to reveal his well-defined chest. His pants were wide and billowed out at the cuffs, tied with a golden-brown belt, and he stood barefoot, his feet firmly planted in the sand.
Hed’s presence was overwhelming, his gaze locking onto the harem men with a knowing smirk. “Akihiro, it seems you were right. Jack is a worthy mate,” he said, his voice low and powerful.
Akihiro nodded, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. “Yes, master. He is the one we’ve been searching for.”
Hed’s smile was almost predatory. “Let him rest. When he wakes, he will join us in this world. And then, we shall see if he is truly ready for the life we’ve prepared for him.”
The harem men stepped back, watching Jack as he slept peacefully, unaware of the transformation that had taken place around him. The desert stretched on, endless and barren, and the harem men, though monstrous in form, stood silently, waiting for the moment when Jack would awaken and face the truth of his new life.
As the night stretched on, the desert was still, the only sound the quiet shifting of the sands. Jack’s fate, sealed by the harem’s dark desires, would unfold in the morning. But for now, he slept, unaware of the world that had changed around him.
Hello, could you please make a Yamamoto Takeshi x reader Sawada fanfic? Reader Sawada was assigned to a long-term assignment as a prime minister's secretary. He reported less and less until he decided not to do it anymore. 5 years later Yamamoto Takeshi was assigned to contact her and, if necessary, return her to Japan at any cost. Great was his surprise when he found her seeing her accompanied by a small boy of about 4 years old identical to him. Why did she turn pale when she saw him? Why did she escape from him? What happened that last night they saw each other? I will send you a gift as a gift Could you please tell me if you accept my request please?
Hello,
I'm very sorry but I would like to decline your request because I'm currently going for surgery on my arm. I don't think I'll be able to write as much as usual and with the busy season coming up at work, I'll not be able to fulfill your request.
It will probably be a long while before I can write again, as my schedule is quite unpredictable right now. And I'll be only posting scheduled fics that I've already written for the next month or so that I'm off. So I'm really sorry!😓😭
However, I'll make an announcement once I'm available and back to writing once everything has calmed down. You're more than welcome to send a request again after.
I'm really sorry😭and thank you for taking the time to send a request.
Hello! Can I request a male reader x Aizawa or Law where they attend a festival (with his students or crew depending on who you pick) and after everyone is asleep the reader and character get a bit steamy? Thx in advance ^^
Hello cebwrites,
Thank you for the request though i have a little issue with the request you sent.
If its law x male crew reader with a little steamy scene, then i have no problem writing it.
However, I am against aizawa x male student reader. Its mostly because i find it inappropriate and i feel uncomfortable writing it because its a teacher x student. (Secretly, i like reading teacher x student relationship if its done right)
Especially with aizawa or eraserhead character, its not professional and its not in his character to start a relationship with his student even more so he is a hero. So any steamy scene with his student is a BIG no.
BUT in compensation, i will write a small fluff courting scene with aizawa and his male student.😊
hi! can i please request hesdcanons about louis being in love with sherlock's younger sister? how would he act on it or maybe what his brothers would think of it lol thank u 💗
Sure, it might take a while to post louis x reader.
Just a reminder though that I might not write any characters that I'm not into or the ones that are not in the masterlist.
It's because I'm just not into them so its kinda hard for me to imagine and write their characters at times but for the ones that I really like, I can hella write a lot for them.
So just a heads up for everyone that wants to request anything from me.
But since your the first reader to request anything from me, I gladly do it😊
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Rules for Request
· If you have any request, just send me by ask box or message me.
This blog is a Character X Reader multi-fandom blog.
I might write more for anime, manga, and manhwa but I will also write books or movie characters that I like.
I also post fanfic with my own OC or self-insert.
1. I just want to clarify that if you request anything from me, I will try and give it to you but there might be times when if the request isn’t to my taste nor it isn’t appropriate, I will, without hesitation, decline it as I have set of rules that I have to follow and taste that I like. So please be respectful if I ever decline.
2. I also have to tell you that I may not publish request consistently as I also have work so do forgive me.
3. I also want to have fun when it comes to writing so as not to have writers block and to not feel pressured.
4. Just send one ask/request with everything in it so that it would be much easier for me to understand and to know what I need to write for you.
Things I do NOT write
1. I won’t write about extreme kinks, such as pet kinks, chocking or etc. But if its pregnant/breeding kink I will or any soft kinks though I might do some research first for the ones I'm not familiar.
2. There might be request that I will decline when those characters aren’t my favourite or know of. So my bad in advance.
3. I won’t write the things that I don’t know of or anything that I can’t relate to because if I try to write something relating to it, it might offend and disrecpect people because of my lack of understanding. So I don’t want that happening.
Things I do write
1. I write for
· BNHA
· KNY
· KHR Moriarty the Patriot
· Etc. I write animes, mangas or books that I have watch and read only.
2. Fluff, angst and all that jazz.
3. I might be able to write slight Yandere but not extreme ones.
More will be added if I come across anything else, but if you have any questions or concerns, please feel free to ask!
i saw your latest superfam drawing if requests are okay or if you're doing any then could you do a superfam family picture?
I gotchu🫡 (I also need ideas anyways cause of art block)
Luffy Lockscreen (1080 x 1920)
Request by : my little brother :D
Please like or reblog, if you save it! ^^
© Anime One Piece. I just re-coloring, rendering and edit
Agender aesthetic request for @fatalswitchystuff
Thank you so much for requesting! If you want something changed, or another aesthetic, just message me.
Also, requests are still open for anyone wanting an aesthetic. Just look over the “rules” of the request post, and message me if you want one!
Hey,
I really like making Aesthetics in my free time, but I don’t really have any ideas right now, so if anyone wants to request one message me.
The requests can be colors, a general theme, and/or characters.
PART 2 REQUESTED BY SOMEONE ELSE. this is a drawover of someone choking link lol
REQUEST DOODLE yi and the ghost encounter.
i love both games but ill be honest, i prefer nine sols. either way heres yi and the weird bug he picked up from the ground.
REQUEST DOODLE yi and the ghost encounter.
i love both games but ill be honest, i prefer nine sols. either way heres yi and the weird bug he picked up from the ground.
Can I
Get gold please
He's my boi
behold
hi, again, its me the whore. draw the fucking helicopter as his true self.
well okay then
@rad10active-ketchup
once again, its me, the whore. request before i die, please draw god. it will be funny possibly the " cover them up slut meme " or something similar would be funny again, you know who this is.
very rushed enjoy
@rad10active-ketchup
Hi, its me, the whore, i request rebecca md. but with a weed meme. you know who this is
happy
My mom said she wants me to draw a "little green cat" two days ago…so I decided to make a sprigatito fanart! I think they’re really cute despite all the "weed cat" memes x3
@bi-pan-whiteout
Finally finished Dreamcatcher!
She was SO fun to draw, i don't think I've ever shaded so fast. The shiny purple-blue-teals are spectacular, I hope you like them!
Bnha × Aladdin request for @princeasimdiya12 🌟
My sister very much enjoyed the duck she would like to request another one. The bird she would like to request is a puffin! She thanks you so much for doing the drawings!!!
Aaa so glad she does!! Puffins are Very Majestic Birds