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I noticed you haven’t written anything about Kabuto lately. Are you going to write more for Naruto? I really love your fics. All of them. But especially your Kabuto fics!
Sinpie -_-
I actually will be posting some Kabs fics I wrote like ten thousand years ago. And I think I have a request for him? at least one haha.
also I haven't written anything for anyone lately so ahem, hm hm.
I have a Hidan fic to post too but bahahaha I just haven't done it! <3
I noticed you haven’t written anything about Kabuto lately. Are you going to write more for Naruto? I really love your fics. All of them. But especially your Kabuto fics!
Sinpie -_-
I actually will be posting some Kabs fics I wrote like ten thousand years ago. And I think I have a request for him? at least one haha.
also I haven't written anything for anyone lately so ahem, hm hm.
I have a Hidan fic to post too but bahahaha I just haven't done it! <3
any other Kaiju No.8 fans? I freaking vibe with it, dude.
I've watched a few different animes lately (Solo Levelling, Akudama Drive, The Wrong Way to Use Healing Magic, Mashle) and while they're all really fun animes, none of them quite caught my attention like Kaiju No.8 did.
I'm also obsessed with Tokyo Revengers! I'm not very far in though.
And while I'm quite far behind in One Piece, I LOVED OPLA. I can't wait for season two!! I also need to catch up on Demon Slayer and Jujutsu Kaisen.
Any other great anime I'm missing out on? There's a couple I want to give a try but time is so limited T_T
Warnings // yandere, strangulation, Stockholm Syndrome
His fingers dig into your jugular. The more pressure he applies, the closer you teeter toward the long sleep. Speckles of light filter through the darkness encroaching your vision. His eyes, narrowed and cruel, linger long past the point of consciousness.
Spluttering awake, your throat grates like sandpaper when you call his name. The moon moved mere inches while you were out. It shows little interest in your affairs – it never does. No one does. From a young age you learned a hard truth: in death we all walk alone. One can just hope they’re of no burden when their time comes to a violent end.
Once more you call his name and wait.
Akaza never strays too far, not when he has a point to prove. Not mere weeks ago you would’ve considered your punishment not only complete but also much too severe. Funny how things change. Funny how love can open your eyes, how it can liberate you.
Catching the flicker of a shadow you twist, kicking up dust in the process. Always so proud, his every step exudes strength. At least his anger abated. Your hand instinctively raises to your throat. It hurts to touch. For the briefest moment as you pull away, your fingers stick to the tender flesh.
“You were right,” you say, voice strained.
He stands before you in all his glory and you once again find yourself wondering when your fear transitioned to adoration. When, when, when did your heart switch teams? When did it choose to race for him rather than from him? You’re filled with thoughts of him. It doesn’t change anything, doesn’t make him yours, but you’re a broken record with a one track mind. ‘Tell me, my love, tell me you love me.’
“Have I ever been wrong?” he snaps.
There’s an edge to his tone but no real bite. Call it delusion, he’s much too sweet when it comes to you. Such a monstrous beast can only be tamed with kindness and you’ve given him every last beat of your tattered heart. That’s why he takes the time to correct you, to guide you with a firm hand. It’s too much – it’s too much! Too much for the you who deserves nothing, who should’ve died alone that day. Not worthy, yet chosen. Chosen. He chose you!
Gratitude pours from your broken lips until all you taste is blood.
Weeks of searching and nothing to show for it. Like a ghost in the wind, you vanished. Just up and gone. He won’t go as far as to say he underestimated you and yet…
What started as a game is now a matter of pride. He simply cannot allow you to win, cannot allow you to best him. And while it is unbecoming of him, he searches for the smallest clue: a burlap bag, severed sprouts, bitter solanine. It won’t lead anywhere useful – he knows this. Even so he follows your bread crumbs.
Going through the motions, he tracks the peddler unfortunate enough to have sold you a bag of potatoes. The hunt is tiresome to him now, perhaps even loathsome. He gains no real satisfaction from slaughtering the fodder you’ve placed in his path. What he truly desires is your pretty little throat between his teeth. He doesn't want to play anymore; he’s ready to collect.
So he continues this infernal chase, the distance ever-shortening, your energy always waning. The cards are stacked in his favour. You'll relent soon. Your little form is no match for him. Eventually your limbs will fail you, your mind will break. The moment your heart hesitates marks his victory.
This high up, detached from society, you don't have a care in the world. The silk robe slides down your body and pools around your feet. You stand bare within your bedroom, doing a little twirl in front of your mirror before disappearing into your closet. Within seconds you're back with tomorrow's clothes in hand.
Every night you serve as his entertainment. Pouring another glass of wine, he smirks when you glance out your window. Your tits bounce as you walk toward the glass. There's hesitation in your step as you look right at him, eyes squinting and face scrunching up in thought… but you shake it away with a nervous smile.
It's not like you can see him, after all. The lights are out on his end. Sitting with his legs spread wide while he palms his erection, he's invisible to you. He gulps down his wine with a satisfied chuckle while his little deer prances to and fro. You're scared, so, so scared of the dark of what might lurk in the apartment across the street.
Once more you pause, eyes meandering into the unknown as you search all around him. He tempts fate with a little wave. Of course there's no reaction on your part; just a visible sigh as you wrap your arms around your pert breasts. You squeeze your tits and while it's liable to be a form of comfort to you, he likes to think you're privy to him, that you're playing hard to get. His cock twitches at the thought.
His eyes drift down to your sweet cunt and then the round curve of your ass as you turn toward the bathroom. It jiggles with each step before you disappear behind a now-closed door. You're behind schedule and he prays you'll still sit in front of your vanity tonight after your little soak. After the day he's had, he deserves to watch you moisturise yourself, hands roaming the full expanse of your delectable body, fingers pressing deep into your plump flesh as you work out your tension.
Maybe he'll even get lucky and you'll fuck yourself right on the bed, right there in his line of sight like a good little whore. He can imagine the squelch of your pussy as you enter yourself, pumping your fingers deep into your wet hole while squirming atop your sheets. Your thighs will quiver and you'll whimper, unable to handle the pleasure, so delicate and inexperienced. Then you'll look at him. At last your little game will come to an end and you'll beg for him. Blown out pupils, drool trickling down your cheek, chest heaving – his perfect little toy ready for his cock, ready to–
His fantasy ends the moment you walk back into view. Carefree once more, you dance toward your vanity, the towel hiding your figure already loosening. Your eyes sparkle as you mouth along to some song. Thick globs of white cream grace your palms before you lean down. Starting with your feet and working your way up, you rub lotion into your skin, giving yourself a mini massage as you go. Nary an inch of your perfect skin is left untouched.
It isn't until your lips part into an 'o' that he gives in. Freeing his erection, he strokes his cock with one large hand. A languid start but he can't rush it, not when you're displaying such needy tendencies tonight. Your hand lingers over your cunt, fingers ghosting over your clit before you, too, give in to your base desires. You're so pretty like this. He strokes himself harder, faster, rougher as he pictures just how tight you'll be once he finally gets his hands on you.
God, what he wouldn't do to be in that room with you.
yes! I believe I only received one on this account so I'm definitely willing to take on more should anyone ask <3 feel free to send some in! also thank you for reblogging my little hxh blurb!
Screams permeate the night air. While joyous, each one is laced with an undercurrent of fear. They float down from the Ferris wheel, across from the hall of mirrors, and throughout the many game booths. Children skitter about, running away from the entertainers and their creepy clown attire. Their parents call for them, reminding them not to run too far, but their words are lost within the excited buzz. The place is packed; one cannot walk a single foot without running into another patron.
Beside you Illumi pauses. His head tilts in confusion as he stares down at his hand. You do the same, but his arm is hidden from view. When you take a step closer, breaching his space, he turns to you. His eyebrow quirks as you hold his shoulder to lean forward and get a peek of what made him stop despite your current position near the edge of a large crowd. There, attached to his arm and cradling his hand, is a small child. He’s quivering while he holds onto Illumi like his life depends on it. And perhaps it does, you muse, when you catch sight of the man approaching the three of you.
A smirk overtakes his pale face the moment your gaze locks and you can’t help but roll your eyed. The closer Hisoka gets, the more menacing he appears. The child shrinks against Illumi’s side. Babbling about the scary clown man, he tugs on Illumi while pointing at Hisoka, only to glance up at his chosen saviour and cry. Laughter bubbles in your throat when the boy detaches from your companion and instead throws himself at your legs. He clings to you like a koala, his tears wetting your shorts.
“My, my. What do we have here?” Hisoka taunts, kneeling beside the child. “Are you lost?”
“Where are your parents?” Illumi adds.
He ignores them both in favour of addressing you. Large eyes filled to the brim with tears zero in on you. His voice quakes and cracks. “I’m scared!”
“You don’t have to be,” you say, patting his head. “I’ll get rid of them just for you.”
With a flick of your head, you gesture toward your original destination. Illumi goes without saying anything but Hisoka lingers. Always one to push your buttons, he stands tall, his presence ominous as he towers over you both. There’s a commotion behind him as a mother’s desperate calls for her child intensify. You hold Hisoka’s gaze, forcing a glower onto your face. It's far from intimidating but he relents with a grin, sauntering off toward the staff tents.
“Hey,” you whisper, pulling the kid away from your leg, “they’re gone, and your mother misses you. Go back to her, okay?”
The mother’s concern morphs into relief the moment the boy bops into view. Washing your hands of the situation, you weave through the crowd. It’s a beautiful night prime for adventure and fun. There’s no time for strangers beyond a quick glance or a muttered ‘excuse me’. No one pays you any mind. During times like these, faces blur and features are lost to memory. When questioned tomorrow not a single person will recall you, not amongst the hundreds of other attendees.
The convenience of it all leaves you beaming as you skip toward your target.
Either Worship or Zealot with everyone favorite Bleach Espada Ulquiorra Cifer
Hello my friend!
I haven't watched Bleach yet >.< (fake anime fan, amirite?)
But! I know Ulquiorra is voiced by my all-time favourite voice actor so I'm definitely willing to put in the research for this one if you're okay with that. Or feel free to send someone else in! Whatever you prefer ^^/
Thanks for sending in a request - I appreciate it!
Hi hiii <3 you know meee, I can't miss a holiday, no matter how behind I am! sooo...
Please feel free to send in requests [smut, yandere, fluff... heck, I'm in such a good mood I'll even do angst!] for the following animes:
BNHA (especially the League of Villains / Chisaki Kai)
Demon Slayer (especially the Hashira / Rengoku)
Haikyuu!!
Hunter x Hunter (especially the Phantom Troupe)
Jujutsu Kaisen (Sukuna)
Naruto (especially the Akatsuki)
Obey Me!
or any of the other animes on my masterlist / rules!
No smut for youngsters tho >.<
also I'm willing to write character x character!
&& here are the prompt lists I'm using this year!
@writeformesinpie 's A - Z Yandere Prompts (congrats on 2k!!)
My 2k20 Spoopy One Word Prompts
My 2k21 Kinktober Prompts
My 2k22 [Brand New] A-Z Horror Prompts
I highlighted Sinpie's because that's the prompt list I want to use the most, haha!, but I want to give y'all options so I listed all my lists from previous years!
They won't be super long pieces (500 - 2k words) unless I get inspired, and they might not all be released in time for Halloween because I'm a slow writer but I'll do my best!
Just wanna share a bit of advice to any writers that happen upon this…
Tags are the most important way to get your work out to viewers!
More people will find your fics if you use tags that people are searching for. Take a look at the top fics within the fandom you plan to write for and see what tags they are using and do something similar.
My suggestion would be to add the pairings (such as idol/character x reader/oc, show/band x reader/oc) as well as the genre (idol/band/character/show genre).
When I look up fics, I very specifically look up these types of tags:
“ateez fluff” , “changbin x oc” , “hxh x reader” , “billy hargrove smut” , etc
Broad tags like “kpop x reader” , “yandere au” , “anime angst” are a good idea, too, and tags such as “skz reactions” , “kny series” , “kdrama oneshot” allow readers to search for the specific format they want to read.
type in different tags and see what Tumblr recommends as “popular”
Others might be different in what they search, but in general I’ve found that when a fic doesn’t have these types of tags, they get less notes because less people are finding them.
As a side note, put the most important tags first (within the first 5) and also include alternate spellings / names for the people you’re writing for within the first 30 tags.
Final notes that might help…
Many people (myself included) skip over fics that are blatantly not meant to be in the tag they’re looking for.
i.e, please don’t tag BTS in your EXO fic, or Chisaki Kai in your Dabi-centric fic. Tumblr isn’t like AO3 - tag the main lead / relationship, not the other main characters that feature in the fic.
People search for both Seventeen and SVT so why not use both? Some people look up stage names while others use the idol’s real name. You have plenty of space so test out different tags and see if it helps.
While not necessary, creating a blurb at the top of your fic that includes the summary, word count, genre, pairing, and any warnings will let people know at a glance if it’s a fic they’d be interested in reading.
Clearly state when a fic contains dark content - it’s kinda fucked up to spring it on people without warning. It isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. Please be mindful of others.
Lastly, please please please use a read more! if your fic is longer than 500 words, or if it contains sensitive and/or explicit content (including triggers!). It’s the courteous thing to do, and might stop you from being blocked as some people will block authors that clog up a tag.
Some people will argue that smut and yandere fics shouldn’t be tagged under the general/broad tags (such as “miranda lawson” , “mcu” , “loona”). It’s up to you if you choose to add them to your fics.
IMO it’s fine, as people who don’t want to see such fics can use the in-built filter to optimise their online experience. But that also means you have to add tags such as “yandere vaas” , “smut” , “mafia au”. That way the filter will pick the fic up and hide it from those who don’t wish to see it!
I assume these tips work for member x member or character x character stories too! But I don’t read/write those types of fics very often so I’m not 100% sure how best to tag them!
Feel free to add onto this as I probably forgot something!
I've seen a lot of different fanfic writers making posts about reblogs vs likes lately and I just want to say...
I love likes.
I love them just as much as reblogs.
And yeah, I even love tagless reblogs, or reblogs from empty sideblogs.
I love notes of any kind, including replies, and I love asks of all kind, even hate anons lmfao. Hate is an emotion and I la la love that I was able to draw out such a strong response in someone.
Likes are feedback. And feedback / interaction of any kind is jolly good fun.
But to be truthful... I even love the readers who just move on after reading a fic. Y'all great too <3 like thanks for stopping by, hope you had a nice stay, come back anytime.
While it sure is nice, I'm not owed interaction from my followers, just like readers aren't owed fics from me. It goes both ways. I write and post because I want to, and I accept requests because it's fun. I'm not looking for validation or praise. I'm sharing a little treat with the fandom because I love being apart of said fandom!
Just my two cents - no shade to any of the blogs politely requesting that people use the reblog feature (but full offense to the ones demanding it like they're God's gift to fandom).
I'm not a fan of making characters into the thing they hate but it also just kind of wrote itself that way
My Masterlist
It comes every night.
Heavy knuckles rapping against your door, sharp nails scraping the log panelling of your cabin, open palms eliciting moans as the windows threaten to shatter beneath them; it comes every night, emboldened by your passivity. No matter how still you are, hands clamped over your mouth to prevent even the tremble of your lips, it always knows where you are. Shadows do little to camouflage you. When it wants you, it finds you.
The first knock came at midnight – one loud bang that rattled the door on its hinges. Harrowed by the appearance of a stranger so far into the wilderness, you pretended you weren't home. It seemed to work, and silence fell across your property. Not a single animal dared make a sound. Not even you.
When the sun rose and your restless sleep came to an end, you had planned to move on from the whole incident. There was no reason to dwell on it. It wasn't scary unless you allowed it to be. That had been your mindset when you swung your front door open but your resolution wavered once you saw the scorch mark branded upon the dark wood.
It came every night henceforth.
Even now as the clock strikes midnight and bile rises in your throat, you know it'll come. Sometimes it waits until your guard is down, arriving early or waiting until dawn is near, but it always comes. Without fail, it haunts your every night.
And it's growing more brazen with every passing day.
Ravenous growls flood through the crack beneath the door, followed by incessant inhalations as it sniffs you out. Your eyes flicker to the trembling wood. Groaning under the pressure of the body pressed against it, hairline fractures materialise.
The knocking begins. It reverberates inside your skull, rattling your brain until your eyes sting. Covering your ears does naught to dampen the sound. The beast pounds against the walls without reprieve as it creeps toward your hiding spot. Past the main hall and living room and around the corner to your bedroom, taunting you all while closing the distance. Fists loosen to open palms and it's the screech of nails against wood that breaks you.
"Go away, go away, go away," you whimper, the words wet with tears. "God, please, just leave me alone!"
It pauses and the silence is heaven-sent.
Taking a deep breath, you hold the air until it burns. Shivers tear down your spine. Releasing a shaky exhale, you repeat the process, willing your nerves to settle. For the first time in weeks you're able to think with some clarity. Did it leave? Did your cries satisfy it for the night? A glimmer of hope passes through your mind as you look toward the bedroom window.
Darkness.
There's only darkness.
Standing on unsteady feet, you wipe away tears and snot with the back of your sleeve. You've never seen the beast, always too scared to face it. Would it be monstrous and grotesque? Would the mere sight of it petrify your very soul, sealing you within this endless nightmare? Only something truly hideous down to the core could be so relentless in its torture.
You need to see it.
You need to know what face it wears.
When you reach the windowsill you expect a jumpscare, for it to reach in and rip you away from the sanctity of your home. There's nothing. No movement, no marks, no trace of the monster. You strain your eyes to catch sight of anything abnormal. It should be easy to tell – it's your own land after all – but everything looks wrong.
Finger-like branches lurch toward you, eager to snatch you up the moment you flee. The garden pulses with a beating heart. Clouds open wide to swallow the moonlight, allowing shadows to expand along the tree line.
If it's anywhere, it'll be there. Watching. Waiting.
You squint into the distance.
All is quiet.
Leaning forward, your breath fogs the pane. With a quick swipe of your arm, you scour the landscape. Forest stretches for miles in every direction. A thick ball of saliva threatens to stick in your throat. You gulp it down before propping yourself up on your tiptoes. Your hands rest against the sill to support your endeavour, old paint flaking under your fingertips.
Pressing your cheek against the cold window, you search the distance for any sign of movement. Moisture slides up your face. You're still, not moving even when you gasp, and yet the glass continues to lick your skin. A chilled breeze wisps past your stomach. The deafening silence of the great outdoors invades your bedroom.
Dropping your gaze, a scream tears past your lips. Claws snap forth from shadow to wrap around your wrist. Tight enough to break skin, the hand yanks you forward. Fissures explode across the window as your face slams into the glass.
"Caught you," your monster purrs.
Searing pain etches into your skin where it holds you. It burns through the muscle all the way down to the bone. Your shoulder threatens to dislocate when you try to pull away. It's too strong, unnaturally so. There's a loud crack and for a moment you fear it's your wrist snapping in two but the stench of iron is coming from your cheek, not your arm. Warm blood stains the glass, creating a kaleidoscope of reds and pinks as your tears mix with it.
Splinters break off into your hand as you push against the window, creating some space between your eye and a shard large enough to blind. When your leverage gives way you yelp. To your surprise, the beast's grounding hold is gone, and with nothing to keep you upright you crash toward the hard ground.
Squeezing your eyes shut, you await your next dose of pain.
It doesn't come.
Your chest shakes as you cry, knowing what you'll see long before you force your eyes open. One limb at a time he invites himself in, bending at angles that defy the laws of nature. Your shirt tears under his jagged claws as he holds you upright. His second hand reaches for you, petting the top of your head like one would a puppy. Sharp teeth protrude from his widening lips.
Your monster is like you, young and human and far from menacing.
Or he was at some point at least.
There's nothing humane in the way he regards you. To drive this point home he grabs both of your wrists, indifferent to how you wince as he inspects them. Small drops of blood trickle down one hand while the other throbs.
Twisting the limb within his grasp, your eyes widen when you catch sight of the damage he’s left behind. The same symbol scorched upon your front door now decorates your wrist like a brand.
"Caught you," he repeats, licking your bloody hand. "Now the real fun begins."
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Satan or Lucifer's first time with mc and they try to degrade mc but they just starts crying cause they can't take being degraded</3
oof, they brought out the hard dom on their first time together, fucking savage ajskfsd I can't help but think they'd just get worse before they got better. Like they'd relish in it for a moment before they got their shit together and remembered MC is fragile and precious.
"I forgot how weak and pathetic humans are."
But yeah, I'll add this to my list of requests to do after the summer requests! Thanks for sending it in <3
