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Requests are closed
I have four requests in the queue, three recent and one left from the old blog. It will take me some time to work on them, but when I am done, I will re-open the Ask Box.
Thanks for all of the support!!!
Shutting up shop for a bit and bunking down for some serious writing. Thanks for all of the requests! I love each and every one of you and all of my followers.
[Hey all! Thanks for the requests! There has been quite a lot of Akashi loving coming to my inbox, so in the interest of keeping it equitable, I’m going to place a cap on Akashi requests for this round of open ask box. Thank you again, and thank you for your understanding!]
ask box is
Please be understanding that I:
[will not write specific reader body modification or types]
[ask you to please limit asks to 2 characters (more than two characters are accepted to appear in the same scenario, but only one scenario will be accepted in that case)]
[might not actually get your ask because it may have been tumblrmunched]
[may not feel comfortable writing content you’ve asked for, in which case I will: let you know privately, omit some things but still create content, decline&start a list or something]
[generally take a long, long time to write]
[only accept asks when the ask box is open]
[limit myself to only a few asks taken in at a time]
Catching up on two requests but while that’s happening, if you have a request, please send it my way. :)
can i request nsfw scenarios for murasakibara and midorima when they catch a glimpse of their gf in the shower ? pls and thanks !!
[Hello and of course! I’m so sorry this comes MONTHS and MONTHS late. Thank you for your patience!]
Murasakibara | Midorima
can i request nsfw scenarios for murasakibara and midorima when they catch a glimpse of their gf in the shower ? pls and thanks !!
It’s a beautiful morning: the early morning sun shines in dappled spots on the bedspread diluted through the leaves on the tall trees, birds chirp and flutter about their busy lives outside the window, and Midorima Shintarou sits with his legs slung over the edge of his mattress and his fingers at his temples.
With burning eyes, throbbing headache, and body coated in the thick yet invisible evidence of a night spent with you, Midorima makes a noise of displeasure at how terrible he feels this morning after. In theory, he would love nothing more than to chase that post-orgasm flood of adoration and rose-coloured glasses, but unfortunately, he’s alone in the bed and his actual glasses are smeared with fingerprints. In reality, all he wants is a shower and a nap.
Midorima pauses only long enough to pull on a pair of sweatpants before making his way across the hall. His back cracks and pops involuntarily and he remembers the way he’d slept so unnaturally with you at his side in his too-small bed.
He wonders if you had even slept at all. It’s little wonder he wakes up alone.
can i request nsfw scenarios for murasakibara and midorima when they catch a glimpse of their gf in the shower ? pls and thanks !!
Murasakibara isn’t surprised when no one greets him at the door, even though you said you’d be home. He heads to the side of the house and pulls an old terracotta pot off the kitchen windowsill and finds the old key. That key has been there for as many years as he’s known you.
Once inside, he removes his shoes, which is a bit of an annoyance, because if you’d just been ready to go like you had said you would be, he wouldn’t have had to bother. He’s not particularly surprised that you’re running behind and a quick stop at a stocked pantry smooths over any ill will.
He can hear the water overhead as well as the music blaring tinnily from your bedroom. As he winds up the stairs, the noise of the shower grows louder and the words in the music are lost to the sounds off your off-pitch lyrics that absolutely shine with pure, in-the-moment enjoyment.
Hi... do you take commissions? Not sure if you’re active tho
Woah hi! Sorry, my activity is hit or miss and that’s putting it kindly!I have never really thought about commissions. I don’t have much content but I’m so honoured you think the quality is worth paying for (!!!? Like so honoured!). I honestly don’t know. Perhaps in the future I might! I don’t know what I would even charge.Hit me with what you think! I am so sorry to sound so unprepared and unprofessional about this.Does anyone have experience with this? To be honest, I don’t think I am active enough to feel okay with taking a commission, but maybe that would get my butt into gear for writing a bit more. Thoughts?
[Thanks for your patience everyone!
A little background on why it’s taking me so long; I keep the ask box open for a period of time and then work on requests (although I tried something different this last time around but I don’t think I’ll do that again).
But what’s really taking the time is I just got another job! I am very happy about it. I now have my full-time position, plus now two others… and I’m very grateful. I have been traveling for work a bit, too, so that has been taking away from some of my writing time.
Thanks for sticking with me!]
Hello! I’m back!! Unfortunately, posting will likely be sporadic at best. Thank you all so much for your patience and support... now lemme get started on some of these SUPER BELATED requests!! 😍😍
[Thanks for your patience everyone!
A little background on why it’s taking me so long; I keep the ask box open for a period of time and then work on requests (although I tried something different this last time around but I don’t think I’ll do that again).
But what’s really taking the time is I just got another job! I am very happy about it. I now have my full-time position, plus now two others... and I’m very grateful. I have been traveling for work a bit, too, so that has been taking away from some of my writing time.
Thanks for sticking with me!]
[Thanks for the requests so far! I’m very torn about the poly ModoKi… I would like to add a sexy follow-up, but do you think it would be worth it to even do a follow-up since it was a part of a request from like 2 years ago? Is that even something you would like to see, followers?]
[im gonna do the thing]
I’m moving into my own apartment at the end of the month! Woo! Could I ask for a r18 scene where fem reader and Haizaki move in together? Thank you! :)
[plot twist, the door is open the whole time. congrats on moving!]
The sun is unforgiving and there are still far too many boxes left to unload, but when Haizaki follows you up the stairs, he’s reminded of just how much stamina is left in him.
“Fucking busted elevator,” he complains for effect as he smirks, watching as a bead of sweat rolls down the back of your shapely thigh. The corner of the box he’s carrying presses into him uncomfortably, which let’s him know he’s a little over half-hard.
“Fucking south-facing little piece of crap,” he groans on the fourteenth trip, focused less on the sweltering heat of the container of your apartment and more on the hair plastered to your forehead. Your concentration is elsewhere, which Haizaki finds pleasingly unusual.
“Fuck, couldn’t they have cleaned up before we came?” he grunts to the dust that clouds a lovely golden red in the sun as he plops down a particularly heavy box. He’s not terribly focused on the cleanliness of the apartment at all; rather, he times his outburst for the moment when you drag your wheeled suitcases through the door. Haizaki is sure to rub a line of dust across his clavicle to catch your attention just as artfully as he’s designed for his tank top to ride up up just so over the slope of his hip. When your distracted eyes catch on the defined contours of his body, he hides his knowing smirk behind a scowl. As he hooks a thumb through the belt loop just enough to reveal the sharp dip of his tan line, he wipes his brow with the back of his hand. “Bet they haven’t even turned on the water for us yet. What a dump.”
You swallow, even though there hasn’t been any moisture in your mouth for a good quarter of an hour, because Haizaki’s shifting musculature has been killing you from the get-go but he hasn’t even noticed how you wore your most impractically tight pair of shorts just for him.
Last night, Haizaki had been ecstatic at the prospect of finally having your own little place in which to settle down, as he made clear over a bowl of saucy takeout noodles. “Most of the time it’s gonna blow, and we don’t even have room for the toothbrushes, but this place is yours and mine, babe. It’s yours and mine. It might be a shit neighbourhood, but if anything’s scares you, we will just turn up the music and fuck until you forget about it.” Somehow, that positivity had morphed into the reality of his bad mood today, where he couldn’t care less about this groundbreaking moment in your relationship, and even less that you are actually there with him, except as a spare hand to clean the place.
“Shougo,” you say hoarsely. He scans the haphazard pile of boxes before finally turning his eyes to you, as if he has any right to look as good as he does covered in dust and sweat and shining in the red sun. You touch your throat delicately before winding your way around the boxes. “I bet I can take your mind off of things.”
He arches an eyebrow and spreads his arms wide in an expression of disbelief. “Look at all this junk, babe. If you wanna run to the vending machine and get some cold water —”
When you move toward him, your skin catches fire in the sun. You’ve rarely looked as beautiful as you do now, covered in grime and completely unmade, and Haizaki knows instinctively that this is one of the few good decisions he’s ever intentionally made.He has pulled his weight by taking the heavier boxes and had caught you when your knees gave out, which are his little ways of showing you he cares. That said, he had woken up this morning with you wrapped around his chest and moaning in your sleep just enough to make him ache, and had decided then that he would make this moving day the most torturous of your life.
Haizaki’s lips curl into a smile as you push at his chest, backing him up against a box, to mimic one of his favourite sayings. “Shut up or put up, babe,” you murmur against the salty expanse of his chest.
Giving you the little wins is another way he shows his care. It’s cute when you think sex your idea.
Haizaki takes a generous handful of your ass and squeezes, letting his legs fall open as he pulls you against his thighs. Truth be told, he only had about half an hour left in him before he would have been peeling your shirt off and bruising your knees, but as it is, he can afford to be a bit more generous with his touch.
“Make me,” he teases in a throaty tone. Haizaki’s very veins are swimming with anticipation.
When you push, he lets himself fall back, tumbling over the box and pulling you tight against him as he rolls onto the floor. With only a forearm to brace him a whisper away from you, he watches as your eyes slip closed in that same sense of impending truth as he feels pooling right at the base of his stomach.
Haizaki can’t help but tease. He leans down lightning-quick and presses a kiss to your nose before snickering and rolling onto his back to push you up into an arch of the spine.
Your lashes flutter open in surprise as you blink into the stream of light. In your opinion, Haizaki couldn’t look more self-satisfied if he had planned this whole encounter. He certainly couldn’t be more excited. His fingers brush under your waistband and hook around to press into the flesh of your hips. He presses just hard enough that you toss your head back in a moan and rock against his hardness.
Haizaki’s nimble hand encourages you into building a rhythm before he slides his arm behind his head to watch properly. His throat shifts as his smirk melts into parted lips. “Damn girl,” he rasps. “If you wanted it this bad, you coulda just said something.”
You grab his hand and bring it between your breasts, rocking atop him, now uncomfortably sensitive against your underwear. He folds his fingers encouragingly between yours, and it’s not until you groan, your hips stuttering and thighs burning, that you tear at the buttons and zipper of your shorts.
“I wish you’d just fuck me against the wall, Shougo,” you admit, cheeks burning, as you shunt your bottoms to the side.
“Are you kidding? After lifting all that shit up those stairs? I’m beat,” Haizaki lies, his piece de resistance. His eyes catch on the shape of your hips and wander over your stomach as you strip off your shirt. “Don’t you move,” he instructs with a groan as he shamelessly brings his fingers down to his cock that burns under the layers of fabric. He hisses in relief as he shifts his palm. “Touch yourself for me.”
“Shougo!” you whine your surprise as you shrug out of your bra. It’s difficult to deny him, though, as he shifts into sitting and palms himself roughly over his jeans.
“I don’t wanna fuck you until we get a bed in this goddamn room,” he says, guttural. “I’m not some kind of animal who can’t — ah, yeah — control himself.” He works his jeans and boxers loose and wraps his fingers firmly around his familiar, swollen length that has your mouth watering.
Your legs threaten to give way for just a moment as you watch the angle of his jaw as his head falls back against the box. It’s easy enough to work your fingers between your legs, and it’s no surprise to find the slick wetness. It is, however, surprising to hear Haizaki’s admittance.
“So is this,” you gasp sharply as you finger over your clit accidentally, “like a warm up, then?”
“Baby, you look like a piece of goddamn art,” Haizaki half-answers through his trademark smirk as he slides his fist over his weeping cockhead. “Yeah, what can I say, I’m a fucking romantic.”
You neglect to remind him that there will be nothing but a pile of blankets to call your bed until one of you gets paid and focus instead on the hollowness in your throat and the burning under your deft fingers. It crosses your mind like a hot poker that neither of you will be able to last long enough to get a bed in your new space.
“You know how hard it is not to tell you to drop to your knees and crawl over here?” Haizaki groans, chewing at his lip as you start to burn for more than just your fingers working yourself into a firestorm of delectable fury. “I want you worshipping my dick, baby girl.” There’s frustration building in his tone just as he builds the pace of his fingers to match his words. You whimper at the look on his face and slide to the floor.
“I want you to be crying out my name with the door open and the neighbours to hear and just… hah fill you up, til you’re coming and shaking… I could have it all, this new apartment, my woman riding my dick, but I’m not about to without a fucking bed.” He ends the tirade with a fist to the floor that rattles a couple of spiders back into their corners, and you withdraw your fingers from yourself with an near-indecent noise even considering the circumstances as you crawl closer.
Haizaki groans, teetering on the unpredictable, as you slide over to him, to be there with open eyes and a waiting mouth. Haizaki’s silver lashes flicker as he senses the warmth between his tented knees, and just for a moment, he beams a completely unguarded smile. And you may be soaking, throbbing, completely aware of how good and warm and satisfying the slide of his flushed cock would be inside of you, but all that is nothing compared to that smile.
“Come on me,” you whisper before leaning in, the swing of your breasts enough for him to heave shudder. The sensation of the cotton on your sensitive nipples is almost unbearable. You moan hot against his skin before sealing your lips against his, and the only motion comes from the force of his hand working over himself. Haizaki’s telltale throaty growl vibrates against your swollen mouth just before he comes in thick ropes up your chest and down your legs. You plant your hands on either side of his shoulders and kiss him so hard he chokes for breath.
“That doesn’t count for christening this place,” Haizaki says as soon as he’s able to breathe again. He’s shaking and twitching and watching your unfulfilled body intently. Haizaki roams his gaze over the artistry of the viscous lines he’s painted over your body.
He’d hoped, from the moment he’d woken up in the morning and decided to leave you desperate for his touch, that he would have been able to come in your mouth or over your pretty face, but his plan has come together well enough, all things considered. He doesn’t bother to tell you that he hasn’t bought a bed yet, that you’ll be sleeping on the tatamis he had left outside the room. He would rather you come to that realization on your own, and only when you can no longer stand it will he be plenty happy to wreck your body with fitful tremors and pleading breaths.
Haizaki threads his clean digits through your hair. His come shines brilliant in the light, and combined with the slick on your legs and the pink of your cheeks, he can’t help but grin. “What a masterpiece.”
[Thanks for the requests so far! I’m very torn about the poly ModoKi... I would like to add a sexy follow-up, but do you think it would be worth it to even do a follow-up since it was a part of a request from like 2 years ago? Is that even something you would like to see, followers?]
ask box is
Please be understanding that I:
[will not write specific reader body modification or types]
[ask you to please limit asks to 2 characters (more than two characters are accepted to appear in the same scenario, but only one scenario will be accepted in that case)]
[might not actually get your ask because it may have been tumblrmunched]
[may not feel comfortable writing content you’ve asked for, in which case I will: let you know privately, omit some things but still create content, decline&start a list or something]
[generally take a long, long time to write]
[only accept asks when the ask box is open]
[limit myself to only a few asks taken in at a time]
Ok this is like my secret dark desire so...With Kagami and Himuro, the reader is dating one and cheats with the other and then she makes up with her bf and it is verrrrrrrrry steamy. (So one where she dates Kagami and cheats with Himuro and one where she is dating Himuro and cheats with Kagami please if that makes sense!Thank you!)
big mood.
Himuro | Kagami
from this ask
Kagami cracks his neck as he ducks to get through the door. He brings the winter chill with him, but no one seems to mind, because the apartment is packed with enough bodies that the temperature hardly even fluctuates. It’s dark. People are crowded together. There’s just enough anonymity to make for a perfectly low-key party.
The bass isn’t too loud, but it has a subtle effect on almost everyone around, Kagami included. There’s something in the atmosphere that has any given person either bobbing their head or swaying their hips just a little.
It’s nothing crazy. It guarantees the sort of respite he’s been seeking.
Kagami smiles and lets himself into the kitchen to try and find the host, though when he gets there, he’s informed by a pretty girl passing out glasses of water to anyone who may want some that the host has actually just stepped out to get more supplies as the party gets underway. Kagami shrugs and makes his way through the crowd. He thinks of checking his phone. His fingers twitch at his hip as he fights the inward battle to check on his open social media apps, just once, even though he’s told himself not to.