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kazububs-archived · 2 years

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ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ, ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ

includes: Kazutora Hanemiya

summary: the beauty of the school, mute Y/n has become the obession of yandere Kazutora. And he'll do anything to make you his.

tw: blood, violent uses of a knife, death (not a major character), angst, yandere!kazutora, coercion, a tiny bit of body horror, forced relationship, kazutora threatens reader

wc: 1.5k / fandom: Tokyo Revengers

a/n: this is for @hijackser Hijackser Hanakotoba Collab thank you for letting me join Jacks!! <3

Attraction of the entire school. They make everyone swoon and get down on their knees constantly as they wait for their chance to date you. Kokomi Teruhashi from Saiki K has been compared to them. In addition to being the most wanted person in school, you were also known as the silent killer. No one had ever heard you speak, and you rejected people with flowers. You were both cruel and beautiful at the same time.

Kazutora Hanemiya liked to believe he was different. Different from all the pathetic guys and girls that groveled at your feet begging you for a crumb of attention. It was an undesirable sight to see his lovely Y/n getting hit on constantly. He has to shake those people off of you as you simply bow your head, walking off towards your class. Threatening that if they ever touch you again, they’re dead meat; they never heed his warnings.

“I told you, didn’t I? Leave them alone and we won’t have a problem.” He speaks coldly, as the girl stares at him in disbelief. A cold breeze blows throughout the darkened warehouse. A half smirk and a confused smile painted their face as Kazutora spun the pocket knife in his hand.

“You gotta be joking right? Fuckin’ idiot, you’re obsessed with them, you’re the pathetic one!” She chuckles at Kazutora, “They want someone that is actually going to amount to something in life, unlike your pathetic ass. Got it? So back off, I’m much more suited for them, and will always be.”

He could feel his blood boil at every word that spewed from her mouth. Who does she think she is? The audacity of her words strike like knives to his heart. He couldn’t take it anymore, zoning back into what she was spewing, “Y/n is mine, got it dumb fuck?” Final straw fucker.

Kazutora lunged forward gripping the knife tightly, making his veins pop out of his forearms and hands. The knife forces it way through her throat making her gurgle out in horror as blood fills her mouth.

She grabs his shirt, weakly attempting to push him away as Kazutora giggles, driving the knife deeper until the tip starts to poke through the back of her neck. “Y/n is mine, got it?” He mumbles out, ripping the knife out of her neck as he moves to repeatedly stabs her face.

The knife punching holes in her cheeks, slashing her forehead and nose all well giggling out in glee. “See see Kimura-san, they would never even like a face like yours. Sorry but their mine”

The body drops to the ground as blood soaks his hands dripping down onto her face below. He playfully pouts at the dead girl on the ground, “Awwe now I’ll have to get all cleaned up, you got me all dirty with your disgusting blood.” Giggling as he walks away leaving the body to decompose on the warehouse floor behind some large crates.

You walk down the hall, quietly humming to yourself along with the music playing in your earbuds. Turning the corner you bump into Kazutora. Looking up at him through your eyelashes making his heart pound against his chest. “Oh hey! Sorry Y/n, I didn’t see you there” He rubs his neck looking down at you, noting your noticeable height difference. Nodding you try to move past him, only to have Kazutora reach out to grab your arm.

Looking behind you, you tilt your head to the side to sign ‘what do you want tora-chan?’; he can read you so well. He chuckles, letting go of your arm as you pull back to create some distance between you two.

“I was wondering, after school, meet me behind the gym by the forest outing okay?” He said, rocking his weight from foot to foot, looking directly into your eyes. Breaking the eye contact to think for a second, you sensed no harm so you nodded your head agreeing to the meet up.

Kazutora seems to light up at your silent response as he grabs your hands, his larger ones seeming to overwhelm your smaller ones. “Okay, perfect! I’ll umm see you there Y/n!” He walks off leaving you confused on why he’s so excited. It’s just a meet-up right?

The day passes rather slowly in your opinion. Classes seem to drag out their length as piles of work continue to expand. Quietly sighing as you walk out of your last class, happy to get home to the quiet comfort of your home.

Stepping out of the classroom, a group of people start to bonboarmb you. Bowing down and holding your hand up as a silent way to ask, ‘please leave me be today’. Not wanting to upset you and ruin their chances, they nod and mumble out apologies, leaving you to your lonesome.

Your shoes click against the stairs as you make your way down to the forest outing, as Kazutora waits for your arrival. Minutes pass as you walk closer to the forest. Your heart beat starts to pick up as you see him sitting on a large rock, looking up into the trees. Kazutora feels a gaze on him and turns his attention to you, “Ah Y/n! Sorry I didn’t think you’d be here so quickly.” Smiling, he reaches his hand out to you, as you avoid his eyes.

“Ah it's okay, would you like to go on a little walk with me?” Nodding you start to follow him into the forest. The greenery covers you both as you walk further in, a soft buzzing of cicadas and a warm breeze pass by you.

As you come into a clearing of a circle of rocks, Kazutora finally turns around to look at you. “So Y/n, there was a reason I asked you out here and I hope you say yes.” He takes a deep breath, picking at his nails as you look at him confused. Tilting your head to the side to motion him to continue.

Stepping forward, he can feel the weight of the pocket knife in his back pocket. “Y/n will you please go out with me? I’m perfect for you,” as Kazutora continues his monologue, you twist your body to start rummaging through your bag.

“I really believe that we’d make the perfect couple Y/n, you would never have to even lift a finger or speak, please Y/n.” He spoke sternly, almost as if he was talking at you, not with you.

Kazutora finally took notice of your bag rummaging and quietly asks “What are you doing Y/n? You can just nod to accept.” That was until he saw the dark red petal in your hand. Slightly withered and crumbled, the dark red matching his heart burning for you. A nervous chuckle escapes him as he looks down at the flower held in your cupped hands.

A rose leaf flower.

Everyone in school knew why you were the silent killer, never speaking a word to anyone as you held out a single rose petal. People learned quickly that this meant rejection, that you wanted nothing to do with them romantically, and that sight broke Kazutora’s heart in two.

He stares at it for a good long while, as short cut chuckles escape his throat. They ramp up as if this was the funniest thing ever to him. Tilting your head to the side again, ushering him to say why he’s laughing.

“I-aha, I’m sorry Y/n, my dear. I wasn’t laughing at you I promise. It was just funny that you, ha, you thought you had a choice in the matter.” The laughter died on his tongue as he spoke, making your eyes widen at what was said.

Kazutora seemed to move at superhuman speed, pinning you against a nearby tree. He reaches behind him with a free hand, pulling out the silver pocket knife from his pocket. “Now my dear, you have two choices, understand?” Choked whimpers escape your throat as it aches, desperately attempting to scream, to cry, to call for help; anything. Nodding, eyes filling up with tears that threatened to spill, Kazutora smiles.

“Alrighty, so here’s your choices, either you live and happily be mine, or you die. I’ll stab you to death in this very outing you understand, my love?” To emphasize his point, he drags the knife up against your neck slightly pressing on it. Beads of blood spill out as he leans in to lick it up, “So delicious, makes me want more.” He giggles against your neck.

Pulling away he sees tears dripping down your cheeks as you sniffle, “Oh, don’t cry my dear. I’m here, yeah? I just need you to say the right answer for me, okay love? You can do that can’t you?” He says, sounding almost sympathetic. Letting your head drop in despair,

You nod

Kazutora lights up at the response, “Good baby! I knew you’d say the right thing. Come on love, I’ll walk you home.”

Crumpling up the rose petal flower in your hand, Kazutora took your other hand. You dropped the withered petal on the forest floor, leaving it to decay as will you.

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kxkyuu · 2 years

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Kirei's 1k collab

You're such a S.L.U.T. Yeah, a Sweet Little Unforgettable Thing

They call you a slut for being comfortable in your own skin? Well jokes on them, you don't care.

Why?

Cause you're a Sweet Little Unforgettable Thing.

This collab is for me hitting this unbelievable milestone!! Thank each and every one of you for helping me get this far and liking my content!

The theme of this collab is slutty confidence! They should be confident in how they dress and their own body, not caring about who stares at them! They get called a slut for how they dress or act? Just remind them that they're a "Sweet Little Unforgettable thing!"

Rules

You must be 18+ to join (obviously). Please have your age some accessible on your blog.

Open to any fandom! And up to 3 repeat characters allowed.

Send me an ask off anon with the character, the rating (NSFW, SFW, DC), and the type of reader! (bonus if the reader is the dom) Oh, art is also welcomed! Although dark content needs to tagged accordingly and put under a readmore.

There is no minimum or maximum word count, but please put a readmore if it longer than 500 words

Multiple entries are allowed, just please don't overwork yourself!

While there is no official deadline, the master list will go live Sept 25!

If you need to drop out, its fine! Just let me know!

Additional info

Once you've joined, please reblog this post to get the word out!

Please use the tag #s.l.u.t collab💋when you post or reblog anything related to the collab.

Also, Tag me!! @/kireirengoku in your works so I can read and reblog it!!

Finally, HAVE FUN!!

Video credits: Common Neon on Yt

©️Kxkyuu 2022

#s.l.u.t collab💋#mha collab #tr collab #demon slayer collab #naruto collab #bleach collab #haikyuu collab #anime collab #miscellaneous collab

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deathskid · 2 years

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WELCOME TO THE WILD WILD WEST

STATUS: CLOSED (CANCELED)

(anyone who still would like to post their fic is welcome to, but this collab is canceled until further notice)

DEADLINE: DECEMBER 1ST

in celebration of my blog reaching 1,000 followers, i’m a hosting a collab featured in the wild west. thank you to everyone who has followed and interacted with my blog in the short two months that’s i’ve been active and publishing my works!

RULES + GUIDELINES

this is an 18+ event. you must have your age visible on your blog or your entry will be ignored and you will be blocked.

your fic must to be related to the wild west in some shape or form. here are a few ideas if you find yourself stuck.

ex: cowboys/girls, sheriffs, brothels & prostitutes, saloons & saloon girls, gamblers, circuses & sideshows, rodeos, lone rangers, outlaws, farm ranchers, blacksmiths, bank robbers, bounty hunter, gold mines, bandits, gunslingers

you can write sfw, fluff, comfort, angst, nsfw, dc as long as it is properly tagged!

this collab is open to all fandoms and repeat characters are allowed!

there is no minimum or maximum word count, so write to your hearts content!

HOW TO ENTER

send me an ask with the character(s) of your choice & a title (if you have one) and i will add you to the masterlist!

after you’ve entered, please reblog this post.

when you post your fic, tag me & place a link back to this masterlist, and use the tag #1kwildwestcollab so i can read and reblog all of your lovely works!!

MASTERLIST

TOKYO REVENGERS

“ don’t mess with a lone ranger, sweetheart ” | lone ranger! hanma shuji x masc!reader // @kazububs 18+

lone ranger!atsumu x saloon worker!reader // @portfolio-of-dreams

JUJUTSU KAISEN

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MY HERO ACADEMIA

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ATTACK ON TITAN

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DEMON SLAYER

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HAIKYUU!

cowboy!kita shinsuke x reader // @httphaitani

#1kwildwestcollab #writing collab #open collab #jjk collab #aot collab #hq collab #bnha collab #anime collab #kny collab #tr collab #ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ collabz.

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suyacho · 2 years

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They’d treat you like royalty, how can you not love them?

RULES

— main rules right here, read them properly, thanks.

— no due date.

— it’s open for both artists & writers.

— reblog this post after you’re tagged.

— i don’t mind character repeats, just make sure they’re a green flag.

— feel free to combine this with any other collabs/events you have going on, i personally don’t mind.

— that’s all, feel free to ask questions :)

WORKS

@/suyacho > kazuma sohma

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@vemuabhi > eustass kidd

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if you’d like to be tagged in future collabs, click here <3

#writing collab #collab #anime collab #manga collab #animanga collab #jjk collab #bnha collab #haikyuu collab #tr collab #aot collab #obey me collab #black clover collab #demon slayer collab #naruto collab #genshin collab #snow’s collabs

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manjibunny · 3 months

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「 ✦ EMO BOYZ COLLAB ✦ 」

"He might not look like he gets bitches, but honey that dick was 11 inches"

Ever looked at a brooding, mean looking man and thought to yourself “That dick has to be phenomenal”? Did you ever wanna write for an emo boy but never had the chance to do so? Don’t look any further, this is your sign to write that juicy fic featuring your favorite emo character and join my emo boyz collab!

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✦ RULES ✦ 」

✘ You can only enter if you are 18+

✘ You don't have to be a follower to join

✘ This is a character x reader/oc collab

✘ You can write for multiple characters (for example character x reader x character)

✘ This collab is open to all fandoms. Please just make sure to tell me the character and what animanga they are from when asking to be part this collab ^^

✘ I myself am soooo bad at keeping deadlines in mind, so this collab doesn't have one! Real life can be hard already, you really do not need to worry about submitting a fanfic on a timely manner :3

✘ This collab is open for writers and artists alike! So you can write a fanfic, drabble, or even headcanons (pls make sure it's a minimum of 500 words, but feel free to write as much as you want!), draw your favorite character as an emo, make selfship art, moodboards... The possibilities are endless, just make sure to have fun!

✘ Please use the correct tags to tag potentially triggering content, dark content, smut and fluff

✘ You can write for a character that is canonically emo, headcanon to be emo or even reenvision as an emo

✘ You can either dm me or send me an ask (off anon!) to join. Upon joining and having stated the character you wanna write for, you will be automatically added to the masterlist

✘ Use the tag #Emo-Boyz-Collab and @ me so I can see your contribution to the collab and link it to the masterlist ^^

「 ✦ MASTERLIST ✦ 」

Tokyo Revengers

Kazutora Hanemiya x Reader by @manjibunny

Shion Madarame x Reader by @prncessrindou

Ken Ryuguji (Draken) x Reader x Mitsuya Takashi by @bleach-your-panties

Inui Seishu x Reader by @sin-and-punishment

Jujutsu Kaisen

Choso Kamo x Reader by @kokonoiscoconut

Yuta Okkotsu x Reader by @aikatoru

Choso Kamo x Reader x Suguru Geto by @sunarc

Choso Kamo x Reader by @rinhaler

Suguru Geto x Reader by @sincerelyzee

Bleach

Ulquiorra Cifer x Reader by @nymphoheretic

Ulquiorra Cifer x Reader by @bleach-your-panties

Izuru Kira x Reader by @bleach-your-panties

Shuuhei Hisagi x Reader by @bleach-your-panties

My Hero Akademia

Sen Kaibara x Reader by @bleach-your-panties

Dabi x Reader by @ghoularaki

Buddy Daddies

Rei Suwa x Reader by @sin-and-punishment

More fandoms to be added

#Emo-Boyz-Collab #tokyo revengers x reader #tr x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #my hero academia x reader #mha x reader #naruto x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bleach x reader #Haikyuu x reader #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

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emjiroki · 1 year

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Alpha Manjiro Sano x Omega Reader

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI!!!!

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, rut (mention of heat), scent kink, breeding kink, biting, blood, knotting, cream pie, jealousy/possessive behavior (this is happy end timeline bike racer mikey btw)

A/N: My submission for @haitani-plague omegaverse collab! (im so sorry Im late!!!!) thank you so much for letting me join!

likes, comments, and reblogs are very much appreciated! I hope everyone enjoys!

Something was up the moment the door shut, the heavy sound startling you in the kitchen. You looked at your phone and noted the time, seven thirty.

“How was the meeting?” You called with your back to the island and foyer. When Manjiro was quiet except for an irritated grunt you expected him to start telling you all about what had happened to make him slam the door like that but the moment you turned to call to him again and get his attention you realized he was standing in the doorway, looking slightly disheveled. His cheeks were flushed, pale skin burning a deep rose, and his eyes impossibly dark as he seemed to drink you in with an almost satisfied hum. You were about to ask him what was wrong, ask him what his PR team had done this time to upset him, until you caught his scent. The musky scent of burning amber intertwining with his natural cinnamon had excited goosebumps raising across your skin as you hadn’t realized three months had passed already, bringing Manjiro’s rut around again. You could see he was sweating, his short black hair sticking to his forehead.

“How are you feeling?” You asked, setting the towel you were using to dry your hands off to the side and slowly walking up to him. Manjiro’s hands were on you immediately, fingers gripping onto your waist as he pulled close to bury his face against your throat, his mouth going to kiss across the mating mark, his tongue smoothing over the scarred skin and sending heat liquid to your abdomen.

“Bad” He murmured, finally answering your question after a long minute of him barely restraining himself. He was burning up, fever from the rut making his skin hot and clammy with sweat as he pushed himself against you as he could mold into your form.

“You need a cool shower love” You said, rubbing your hands up and down his arms, pressing a kiss to his temple as he steadied himself.

“Need you” He groaned, “Need your pussy, right now”. His hands were shaking as he sucked a small bruise up just below your collarbone. You gasped as you felt his teeth prick your flesh, a soft whine on his tongue as your omegan scent invaded every sense, every part of his body and mind slowly becoming a sacrifice to you as he fell deeper and deeper into his instincts grasp.

“L-Let’s get to the bedroom" you stuttered as his musky scent made your head fuzzy.

Mikey had been waiting all day to have you, irritation sitting just below the surface as he fought through the brain fog all day until he was finally seated on his bike, on the way home to you. Finally. This rut was worse than the others, heavier, insistent. Absolutely all consuming until he was fighting himself not to pull over and fucking fist his cock in an alley just to get some sort of relief but he was going home to you. Your beautiful face, your body, your mouth, your sweet pussy, he was practically panting at the red light. And the moment he had stepped through that doorway to find you so pretty in one of his merch t-shirts it was over. He had to have you. NOW.

"No" he said gruffly, hands beginning to maneuver you to the living room though you tried to drag him further into the bedroom. He wouldn't make it that far and he knew it.

You had thought Mikey was in somewhat of a clear head space as you tried to coax him to the bedroom but when a sharp snarl fell from his lips as you tried to pull his hands away you knew he was too far gone already.

“Mikey wai-” you didn’t even get to finish pleading with him before his hand was around the back of your neck, pulling you forward until your lips were pressed in a feverish kiss. His tongue snaked its way into your mouth to intertwine with yours, both of you groaning at the pure taste of each other like you had been starved for a thousand years. With Mikey becoming famous in Japan and going on world touring events it had become harder and harder to have any time to spend together so this rut would allow you both a little reprieve to indulge, to just be one again. He was panting against your lips, hands pulling and tugging at both of your clothes until he was whining in desperation, watching with big dark eyes as you undressed quickly before going to work on his clothes. The cool air of the penthouse must have been heavenly with the heavy sigh he let escape as you freed him of his shirt and then his pants, Mikey growling fiercely as he shredded his boxers off himself and went to grab you again. You playfully moved just from his grasp, his fingertips grazing your arm in a frustrating burn. As badly as you wanted to tease him, Manjiro was too far deep in rut head space to play along, a warning growl building in his chest as you continued to dodge his grabbing hands.

“Omega” He said cautiously, voice gravelly as your pheromones spiked in the air and made his cock throb.

“Alpha,” You said back, a teasing lilt to your voice as you ran tentative fingers down his chiseled chest to his abs. You squeaked as he snatched your hand, so fast you could barely see him move, pressing a wet kiss to the spot where your pulse thrummed and tugged you forward. The moment you tugged back to try and race for the bedroom he was sweeping your leg out from under you, catching you so you wouldn’t hit the floor but twisting you around so that you were on your knees, his hand at the nape of your neck and forcing your shoulders down. You felt slick begin to drip down your thighs, the show of strength causing your baser instinct Omega to preen in happiness at the borderline rough manhandling. You had wanted to take time, make him cum down your throat before you got to the real fucking but it was obvious from the thick pheromones pouring from him he couldn’t wait anymore. Mikey hissed as he fisted his cock, pumping it a few times to catch his breath before running the flushed head along your slit, up and down until it was coated in wet and shining.

“So good” He moaned, slipping the head between your folds and pressing lightly at your entrance to tease you just a little. He was trying hard to be easy, knowing you usually needed at least a little prep to take him, but his patience was running hair-thin. The sounds that poured from his chest when he finally sank all the way in were pornographic to say the least, drool nearly running from his lips at the feeling of your warmth finally squeezing around him. Mikey was so deep inside of you your eyes crossed, feeling like he was in your throat as his hips pressed flushed with yours. It felt like he almost came with the way he throbbed against your womb, just barely drawing out before shoving back in with a relieved moan. Endorphins were rushing through your bloodstream as he forced your back into a bigger arch, going as far as to gather your arms in one hand and hold them behind your back, forcing your cheek to the floor as you moaned underneath him.

“That’s right” He murmured lowly, nipping just at the top of your ear “Like this don’t you?”.

“Yes!” You cried as he thrust against your cervix, your cute clenching around him so tightly he choked. Your honeyed scent was like fire in his veins, burning away every thought past the feeling of your walls milking him, begging him to fill you up to spilling.

"Oh I'm gonna breed this pussy" Manjiro growled, “My Pussy, all mine”. his free hand slapped your ass and made you whine. You were so close to cumming that your toes were curling, drool running from your lips onto the carpet. You could feel the carpet burn coming up on your knees but it was worth it to be this overwhelmed with pleasure, shivers running up your spine at being mounted so primally it was making every instinct buzz.

“Pl-Pl-Please Manjiro, Alpha, Breed my pussy and give me your babies” You pleaded as his thrust grew nearly frantic, one of his feet moving up to plant himself and be able to rut into you harder.

“Want it, make you a pretty mother,” Manjiro said in a near slur as his orgasm licked up his spine, his nails digging in and breaking crescent marks across your hip and wrists. It’s all he wants, all he can think about. Your cunt soaked in his cum, your belly swollen with his pups, your breasts swelled with milk. He had to slam his eyes shut to keep from busting, wanting to feel you cum around him first.

“Cum for me y/n, my sweet omega, cum for me please” He whined, doubling over your back and nuzzling against your throat. You cried his name as you fell apart around him, your slick squirting up to coat his abdomen and run down your legs as you shook and moaned wantonly. Manjiro nearly howled at the feeling of you squeezing him, your velvet insides milking him and trying to force every ounce of cum from his balls. One last aftershock squeeze sent him over the edge, a panting moan forcing past his lips as he sank his teeth into your scarred mating mark, blood bubbling up against his teeth as his tongue licked the irony liquid away. His cum was hot in your belly, shot after shot coating your insides and sending your head spinning. You both collapsed to the floor, feet from your bedroom door, knot tugging from where it was locked inside of you and making Mikey groan, his hands pulling you closer until you were laying on top of him straddling him. A few soft thank you’s peppered your skin with his kisses as you listened to his heartbeat slow, his body shaking beneath you.

“How are you feeling now?” you asked amusedly after a few minutes of quiet from him, his whimpers no longer breaking the silence. When you didn’t get an answer you moved your head away from his throat where the matching mating mark resided and realized after the adrenaline and hormones from his rut died down it had left him exhausted, his heavy breaths gracing your ears as his face was set in a soft slumber. You kissed his lidded eyes delicately, making yourself comfortable until the knot slipped free, because you knew that the moment it did he would be awake and wanting more.

#alpha manjiro sano #alpha manjiro sano x omega reader #alpha mikey #tr omegaverse #tokyo revengers smut #collab fics #em x mikey 💕#tw omegaverse #em writes ✍#manjiro sano

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iwanttofuckereh69 · 11 months

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Hello, its art collab time :))) Idk, its super random but it was so fun to do

Soo me and @hornyimpulsivity decided to exchange our linearts. I finished his gorgeous Rannie in my style, and Kai got to color my Kazutora :)) I urge you to check out his works, they both ALL stunning!

And also, it was super fun, I encourage other artists to try out such a challenge as well! You can DM me if you want to swap linearts with me too!

Original Rannie | Original Kazutora | Kai's Kazutora |

#Tokyo Revengers #Tokyo Revengers fanart #Ran Haitani #tr #art collab #art challenge #digital art #yes #super fun #do it

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kazububs-archived · 2 years

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THRILLS N' KILLS COLLAB

ACCEPTING ARTISTS / WRITERS!!

About: hello hello everyone!! M’ Alter and we're here to celebrate a milestone for me, 250 followers!! For some, this may not seem high at all, but I like to look at the smaller achievements too. If you don’t know me, I’m a big horror fan! I love everything to do with it. So that’s why I’ve picked this theme

Theme: Thrills and Kills collab

Peach rings (fluff)

Hot tamales (nsfw)

Coffee crisps (dark content / dc)

Examples for each, rules, fandoms, and due date in the undercut.

Rules

Ageless blogs and minors are only allowed to interact with fluff, if found writing/making art of dc/nsfw or interacting with it you WILL BE BLOCKED.

Send me an ask to join!! No dms will be accepted

Tags must match work, please accurately tag nsfw/dc or posts will not be reblogged.

NO: underage main characters(kids are allowed to appear in fluff only), disrespect of the dead/graves

If your work is over 300+ words please use the ‘read more’ feature, if unsure how to do this message!

Multiple submissions and doubles/triples/etc are allowed just don't stress yourself out!

Use the tag #thrills n kills collab and tag me in your work for a reblog!!

Fandoms: Tokyo Revengers, AOT, JJK, Demon Slayer, Haikyuu + any other fandom are welcome to join!!

The due date is October 31 2022, but it isn't a hard due date. Life happens I totally understand, just please let me know if you are going late, would like to drop, or would like to change your submission!

Examples for each:

Peach rings: Watching a horror movie / Handing out candy to little kids / Going out to a Halloween attraction

Hot tamales: Sex rule broken (or any other horror movie rule) / Adult party / Costume roleplay

Coffee crisps: Freak incidents (think final destination) / Fake weapon turns out to be real / Taunting a real killer

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softshuji · 1 year

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12:18AM | HAITANI RINDOU

Title: My Knight In Shining Armour

Summary: It's Rindou's last night with you before your marriage, perhaps it's time to for you and your bodyguard to get some truths off your chests. (This is part of @orchid3a royal au collab, the link to which is here) link to my masterlist here!

cw: afab!reader, references to Greek myth, petnames (princess, my lady), some suggestive content, angst with little comfort, mentions of an arranged marriage, reader and Rindou are simps. Likes and reblogs appreciated!

You think destiny is a fickle and funny thing and perhaps it always has been. Perhaps the heroes of the stories said the same thing, raged insults at the same moon and the same sun as they flew towards it. At the same problems that persisted no matter how far in the future they were. Perhaps those stories should serve as a comfort to you now, their lessons immortalised as legends.

Every human believes they’re above it all, believes the laws of nature apply to everyone that isn’t them. You’re no different. You think of Medusa crying to Athena in the temple, a life’s worth of rage at the Fates that had cackled as they wove the fabric of her story, golden threads held between crooked fingers. You think of Achilles holding Patroclus’s dead body, his sights set on Hector with a vitriol that was almost godly, almost divine, enough anger to rival the sun.

Should it bother you this much? That you’ll be wed to a man you’ve never met in under a week, Queen to a people who will find fault in every action. Should it bother you that you’re denied the happy ending that the Princesses in the stories always get? You know you’ve no right to complain like this, that you’ll be waited on, servants and maids who would rather die than disobey and it makes an ugly shame pool in your stomach.

‘The moon is beautiful tonight, is it not?’ You say, and your hand holds up your chin on the white windowsill, your gown falling over the lip of the bench and catching the eaves of moonlight that spill through the glass.

‘Princess?’ Rindou says. He steps closer into the slice of light that illuminated the marble floor, the clink of his armour brushing the soft wool of your shawl, before following the line of your sight. ‘Yes. Yes it is.’

He looks beautiful like this, with the moonlight slicing through the stained glass, falling through the thin wisps of his silken hair, blue and lilac, lavender and stars and the burnished honey of his skin swallowing the light like it belongs to him. It does, it feels like it does. His armour is unblemished, it always has been. He takes great care to appear his best to you, strong and worthy and capable and willing to take your hand when you stand and he thinks, no he knows, this is just his duty. He is your Knight, your bodyguard in all things.

‘I don’t think we’ll ever have nights like this when I leave will we?’ Your lips part and a sigh drips past your lips, despairing and achingly full of the years that sit between you. It’s true, you know that, you’ve a lifetime of learning etiquette and social grace and you’d be remiss to assume that things can stay the same. In your new life, Rindou will not be welcome like he is now, the moon to your sun, the light of your eyes, the comfort of your heart.

There will never be nights overlooking the veranda, sitting in some nook or corner with his legs brushing yours. The library has always been your favourite place to stay, the two of you overlooking the gardens conspiratorially, like lovers tittering in the corner at a ball. He talks often and much when he is alone, the silences permeated by the creak and whine of wind leaking through the gaps in the windows, draughts that make the hairs on your arms rise. And Rindou will always pull the shawl a little closer around you, always click his tongue affectionately and you find that those moments are the ones you enjoy the most, when he is closer than normal, his calloused knuckles achingly close.

It’s wrong.

It always has been. You’ve never spoken about it, and you have no plans to confess that what you feel for him is anything other than a royal sense of duty, that the longing looks and smiles reserved just for him are anything but the same grace you would extend to anyone else, anyone who wasn’t him.

‘No, I don’t expect we will.’ He shifts his legs, knees brushing yours as he sits on the bench, his broad chest hunkered by the clink and clamour of armour that he feels is too loud in the otherwise silent library. ‘You’ll be very preoccupied when you leave, you’ll have a husband to spend your time with instead.’

It aches somewhere he thinks his heart should be, the knowledge that another man will get to touch you, hold you, hear you, in every way he can only dream of, that the locked doors of his fantasies will be lived by someone who isn’t him. A man whose face he’ll only ever see from a distance but will share your bed and slide his hands over your skin and it burns him with a jealousy that’s red and hot and pulses with pain in his chest. In his daydreams, you are his, he belongs to you and he finds that he settles into that life easier than expected. Loving you, and being loved by you, is not as hard as he assumes it would be and the domestic bliss comes easily to him. He lets down his walls on occasion and you welcome him, as you always have done, with open arms and he rests his head on your chest and listens for the soft and reassuring pattern of your heart.

But it’s a dream, it will always be a dream.

It’s almost thrilling in some sinful way, to have you to himself like this, your attention that he so often shares with others, reserved for him when you are bare of your jewels and gowns, the thin slip and slide of your sleeping gown that kisses at your skin in a way that makes the heat burst along his neck. He imagines he is not the first, and he certainly doesn’t expect to be the last to long for you in such a way, to want to feel the push and pull of you against his chest, to rest you there with your hair tickling at his throat, to want to keep you for himself. Knowing this doesn’t make it any easier for him though, to watch the suitors line up in brocade suits, lecherous grins concealed by masquerade masks and blithe smiles, their lips lingering for a second too long on your hand and your amicable smile twitching with a flicker of annoyance only he can see.

But it’s wrong.

It always has been, and no amount of self-denial can convince him that what he daydreams about in the locked corner of his mind is anything but sinful, anything but wrong. You are his Princess, and he is just your Knight and if his destiny is to trail after you forever, like night and her train of stars, just to bathe a little longer in your warmth, be the recipient of your reserved smiles, then he is content just to do that.

‘What if I didn’t want to go, Rindou? What if I don’t want this?’ You say, and your whisper fogs up the glass from where your lips purse as you hold your chin in your hands. You know that is wrong too, that this is your duty just like all things are, that love is fickle and duty is forever and love is to duty what poison is to fruit.

Rindou softens and his hand almost touches your knee on instinct before clenching his fist with anxiety and a longing that makes him sick. ‘I’m sorry Princess. I can’t pretend to know how that feels, only that I think you should do what you feel is best for you.’

‘I’ll have to leave you behind, do you know that?’

‘I do.’

‘You’re not bothered by that? By the fact that we’ll never see each other again?’

He swallows and breaks your stare, lets the violet hue of his eyes fall onto the rosebush that’s cloaked in darkness, petals viridescent in the light. A muscle feathers in his jaw and a frown creases the perfect smoothness of his forehead and you have the sudden urge to soothe it with your thumbs, curl your fingers along his cheek and swipe his lips to watch them part for you. He resists the urge to look back at you, at your eyes that catch the light, the stained glass that makes your skin glow with warmth.

It’ll eat him at first, the absence of you that’ll gnaw at his stomach will force him to push himself further. He knows how it’ll be, pushing himself further in training, in work, in anything and his Brother will hope that he can push a few girls his way in the hopes of helping him forget and Rindou will wait eagerly for the letters which will never come. And the girl that will never come with it.

‘I am Princess.’ He curls his fingers around his sword hilt, licks his drying lips and all the while, his eyes rake over the rosebush in bloom, budding petals drifting to the ground, where they kiss the specks of sand and leaves that litter the veranda. ‘But it’s your duty, just like looking after you is mine.’

And maybe, if it could have been some other way, in some other world where he is not him and you are not you and there are no such obstacles. Maybe in that world he is just a boy in love with a girl and you are his only, the truest example of lovers under the sun. He would find you if it existed, if there was such a thing as a world where you could meet as anyone but who you are. Perhaps he could kiss you freely there, with a hand around your back like the suitors do, better than they do in fact, because he knows he loves you enough, loves you more, to the point of pain in fact.

You turn to him, brush your knees against his and Rindou’s heart smashes against his ribs. ‘Do you ever wish it wasn’t? That we could just…run away?’ you say, indulging the daydream in a way that you know is impossible, that it’s dangerous to even suggest, improbable and bordering on treasonous, wrong in every sense of the word.

‘Princess?’ he says and his chest aches, burns and tightens with that familiar longing for you all over again and the pain is both delicious and agonising as your knees press against his, the moonlight falling on the exposed sweep of your collarbones peeking from beneath your gown.

It’s your last night with him, you know this, you have known for weeks. Does the knowledge make it any easier? Does knowing that he’ll eventually find another girl make it easier or harder for you? Does knowing that another man will touch you in the way you have both knowingly and unknowingly reserved for him make it any less painful?

‘We could,’ you say eventually, although your heart isn’t in it, and maybe you say it because it’s soothes the pain to indulge in it, the fantasy of the two of you in a house somewhere, where everything is safe and your heart lies in his palm, secure and loved and cradled.

‘You know we couldn’t.’

‘Why not?’

‘We’d be found, you’re a Princess and I’m just-’

‘Don’t. Don’t ever say that.’ You grab his wrist and your thumb finds the sharp incline of his palm and you press a painted finger into the space there, stroke it achingly slow, feeling the calloused skin underneath. You wonder at all it has seen, all the blood that’s splashed over onto his fine and polished armour, the horrors that he has witnessed, both at your behest and not and it burns that you can’t take it from him and cradle his head to your chest and give all the love you both feel and think he deserves.

‘It’s true though,’ he says and his hand comes to rest on top of yours, brushing your knuckles free of scars, tiny clefts and indentations he wishes he could explore given the time, to marvel at the ridges and veins that swim underneath. ‘It would never work, you know that Princess. You needn’t suffer over something that was never going to happen.’

He says it for the both of you, knowing it won’t help either way to assuage the thunderous ache that builds in his stomach when he thinks of someone else having you undeserved.

‘Do you think… it worked somewhere else?’

He raises an eyebrow and tilts his head, the soft wisps of fine hair slipping over the silver of his armour, curling at the hollow of his throat.

‘What do you mean?’

‘If we met again, somewhere else, you’d find me right? You’ll always find me.’ You hope it’s true, that maybe he reaches across time and fate to find you there, whether he believes in it or not, one outstretched hand towards your name on the wind, towards the golden thread that pulls him unknowingly to you.

He smiles, bashfully even and dips his head to the ridge of your knuckles, presses his lips to the soft plane of your hand, his hair falling against your wrist, your exposed arm swallowing the moonlight and it sends the heat to your cheeks, your neck, the part of your chest that’s slipped between the folds of your gown, dizzying and wondrous and it aches that you can’t live in this feeling right here, in this library and let the the world rot and die around the two of you.

‘I will always find you Princess. You only have to call and I’ll come and catch you.’

‘Every time?’ Your voice wavers, the tears pricking at your throat, at the bang of your heart in your chest.

‘Every time.’

‘Oh.’ And it’s your turn to flush a deep crimson now, and hide it in the shadow of darkness that falls over the window seat from the bookcase that hides you strategically from view. He knows you need to hear it, even if he doesn’t care for fate or destiny or the things heroes tell themselves to sleep easier at night, even if he’s willing to make an exception to the rule that’s saved him so many times, for you.

He touches your cheek, one single finger brushing at the stray eyelash on your cheekbone and the bump in his throat slips and slides under the silver of his armour, disappearing beneath the links of chainmail that hide the ink of his chest from view. You’re ashamed to admit you’ve thought so long and hard about running your tongue along every ridge and muscle of his, the flex of his stomach under your waiting mouth, the groan that spills past his parted lips when you suck harshly on the inviting swell of his chest, fine hairs like pencil shadings disappearing beneath the cord of his slacks to where you want to taste him most.

You bite down hard on your lip, your eyes flitting between the viridescent flash of violet in his and his pink lips, parted and wet and you know they’d be supple and soft, would slot perfectly on yours and he’d moan against your mouth and you’d forget for the moment that you could be found in your clandestine and sinful state of him moving against you.

‘I-’

‘It’s alright, I understand,’ you say, with more fervour than you feel, more confident than you could ever be around him, because you know he needs to hear it, that you understand and you want to, and it would be so easy to bridge the gap and have him ruin you in the way you know he wants to, hungry and insatiable and loud, your eager whines of his name muffled beneath his leather glove clamped over your mouth.

‘I want to, I really do.’ He could, if he was anything less than what he is, if it didn’t matter to him that another man would see the marks he’d painted on your skin and hurt you for it, for his own greed that would come at the price of your tears. It’s a risk that even he, the most reckless, unpredictable, aggressive of the Knights can’t take, would never take at your expense. For all his faults, he is redeemed by you, the sun that spills into and out of his life.

‘I know, me too.’

‘I’m sorry, for hurting you like this’ he says, the whisper of his breath fanning against your nose. He breaks your gaze, and presses his forehead to your knuckles, his lips, as if he can carve it into you, as it it makes it any less painful to feel him kneeling for you, ever loyal, knowing your heart is in every kink of his armour, wound tightly between his fingers.

‘I’m sorry too.’ You sniffle, and the tears are lost in the soft cashmere of your shawl, in the white and ivory lace of your sleeping gown. You take his face in your hands and it aches that when he looks up at you, his eyes are wide and the moon spills the opalescent veneer of its light onto his lashes, the violet hue lightened to lilac.

There is a terse silence, broken only by the flutter of the wind leaking between the stacks of books and wooden shelves, the crackle of fire that casts a faint orange glow over the honeyed bronze of his skin.

‘Rindou,’ you say.

‘Princess,’ he says, weighted with all the years of your friendship, even after it had blossomed into something more.

‘Rindou, My Rindou.’

‘Your Rindou, and you’re My Princess.’

It has a foreign flutter beating against your chest.

‘That’s right.’ You skim your thumb along his cheek, the high and sharp slope of his perfect cheekbones, the nose that’s a little crooked from all the fighting, the cut in his lip that he never takes care of after sparring. ‘You will write often won’t you?’

‘Of course, you will write back?’

‘I will, always. You will be tired of me soon, filling your days with useless chatter.’

‘I could never tire of you, My Lady,’ he says and it’s true, because for all your belief, that you are just simply too much for others, that the burden of you is greater than the reward, you are just right for him. If only he had more time to prove it.

‘I’ll be bored without you, you know. I’ll be so lonely.’ You wonder briefly, at the man who you will wake up to every morning, the weight of him, the fact that you will no longer reach across the space of your bed to find Rindou dozing in the chair, his gloved hand holding his chin as he fights the sleep to watch over you.

‘You’ll find friends, you won’t be alone,’ he says, placatingly, even though he knows the space the two of you have made, a closeted corner of each other’s hearts, can never be filled and will always remain locked and isolated.

He doesn’t expect it’ll continue for long, the correspondence you’ve promised. He knows how it is. That one day turns to two, and a week turns to a month and you’ll be having children and maybe his letters to you, written with all the heart he knows he can give, with the words he often finds so hard to say, will collect dust beneath the paperweight. If they ever get to you at all.

You bend to press your lips to his forehead, and Rindou thinks, the little heart he does have, the one you own, safely tucked beneath the sleeve of your shawl, breaks here when he feels your lips on his skin, soft and imperceptible, the scent of your perfume caught in his nose, the cotton of your sleeves dancing on his cheeks.

He wonders what his Brother would say if he saw him now, the harsh lump in his throat threatening tears, the thunderous roar of his heart.

‘Thank you Rindou,’ you say, your lips to his hair, knowing you won’t touch like this again, hoping that this gives him all the love you know he needs and will always pretend not to, because he’s like that, because he’s tough and capable and yours, beyond time, beyond this.

‘You too Princess. It’s been fun,’ he whispers and it feels like an end, like he is being crushed. Did it always hurt so much? When the heroes lived and died for love? Did Achilles burn with the same pain when Patroclus was taken?

A door closes somewhere, the click of it banging against the wall and snapping the both of you into the present. A voice, and a shadow looming against the furthest wall and it means that’s the end. Come morning, you’ll be gone and Rindou will be here and maybe he’ll watch you leave, see you off like he should. Or maybe not.

He hopes that somewhere, in some lifetime it hurts less, that the two of you are happy and safe and there are no tears to shed, no painful endings to cry over for the both of you.

Somewhere, maybe.

a/n: hiii this is so late omg I am so sorry, I was meant to post this like two months ago, but big thanks to Aria for holding this collab it was very fun to write, I hope you enjoy it (pls don't burn me at the stake lol) I've never written a royal au before so this was fun! Thank you to everyone for supporting me!

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rinhaler · 7 months

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OPEN / CLOSED

Hewwo beautiful people! I'm hosting this little collab because it seemed like a fun idea to do something a little icky. And it'll be my first collab on my new blog. Very excited to share. (also if you knew me from @fuwushiguro yes I'm going to be using the same collab layout and linking to the rules on that blog hehe). Anyway, stay toxic hotties 💚

(mdni banner by @benkeibear !)

How This Collab Works

So basically all you have to do is write a toxic 'lil fic. It's flexible, too. You can write dark content, cheating, fucking your best friend's boyfriend. Whatever you like! Just have fun and make sure to keep it TOXIC!

Rules

I’ve got a list of rules right here so read through them thoroughly before entering.

Minors do not interact. It’s not hard, please understand this is non negotiable.

When you post your work, please tag me or send it in an ask so that I can see it’s up and link it in the masterlist.

^ following on from this, please link this masterlist post in your completed piece.

All characters must be aged up.

If there’s anything you aren’t clear on, please don’t hesitate to message me with any questions you might have!

This collab is open to all anime fandoms ❤️‍🔥 I’m also allowing infinites of characters so if your character is gone, don't worry! You can still write for them. I'm sure everyone's stories will be unique so I'm not opposed to duplicate characters.

There is no due date for this collab! I just want this to be fun, relaxing, and something you can take part in whenever you're ready. There are so many collabs running all of the time and it can get overwhelming when you want to join every single one but worry about when they are due. That isn't a problem with this collab! Take your time and go at your own pace. I can't wait to see what you all come up with 💗

Masterlist Below ⬇️

BLLK

@duckiez

oliver aiku x reader

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@deskaisers

bully!otoya x reader

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JJK

@rinhaler

toxic ex!megumi x toxic f!reader

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@fushiguroshotwife

toxic!toji x f!reader

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GANGSTA

@suyacho

worick arcangelo x reader

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TOKYOREV

@sin-and-punishment

Haruchiyo Sanzu x reader

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tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang · 8 months

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Love how they've put actual posters up around koshien stadium now, imagine just going to a game and seeing them there

#love when there's just posters of them in random places because of all the collabs tr does #tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev

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poohbea · 1 year

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𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁.

"When we are young

We read and believe

The most fantastical things"

★ We all know the classic tales and fables read to us as children, the weird and mystical world of Alice in Wonderland, the nefarious shenanigans of the big bad wolf, the happily ever after's of each and every princess we all aspired to be. They've stuck with us, grown with us, maybe even shaped us into who we are as readers and writers. However, I think it's time for these old fairy-tales to get a revamp, don't you?

★ Also a big happy twenty-third birthday to my boo @hellavile, I told you I had something planned, think of this as my lame birthday gift to you haha, love you 🤎

Status: CLOSED

RULES ⋆ﾟ⊹

★ We are re-writing the classics, from Cinderella to the Ugly Duckling, The Little Mermaid to Jack and the Beanstalk. If you can think it, you can create it!

★ All forms of media are welcome, these include: fics, art pieces, mood boards and anything in between.

★ You must be 18+ to enter as per the rules of this blog. Please have your age in your bio or if you are uncomfortable with having your age disclosed please shoot me a DM to confirm.

★ This collab is sfw, nsfw and dark content friendly for all fandoms (attack on titan, jujutsu kaisen, tokyo revengers, obey me, one punch man, bleach, demon slayer, naruto, bastard!, etc.) - however I will make a list of all the fandoms I write for and add any other ones as they are entered. On the note of nsfw and dark content, please tag/include proper warnings on your works, it's essential and allows for a better experience for readers who may view your masterpiece.

★ You do not have to be a follower/ follow me to participate. Anons are prohibited from participating though.

★ All characters must be 18+ or aged up (for obvious reasons)

★ No word count limit (but if your fic does exceed 400 words please add a 'read more' tab)

★ Character repeats are allowed (however they are limited to 4 maximum)

★ After joining please reblog the post (when I have officially added you to the masterlist). This is a big help with visibility (more people see the post when you reblog) and allows more people to participate, which means more fics for you to read. Sharing is caring after all.

★ After completing your work please tag me or DM me so I can to add the link to the masterlist, additionally please use the tag ⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ONCE UPON A COLLAB ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹ in your first ten tags so readers are able to find your work easier.

★ The deadline to enter is December 31st. There is no submission deadline so no stress, submit when you're ready.

HOW TO ENTER ⋆ﾟ⊹

★ Send me a message in my ask box (without being anonymous), stating your chosen character(s), what fandom they're from and what fairy-tale you will be writing for.

For example: Hi Pooh! Can I please join your collab with big bad wolf!beelzebub (from obey me) x little red riding hood!reader, thank you!

★ Again, please remember to reblog the post once you have entered and are added to the masterlist.

⋆ﾟ⊹ ONCE UPON A TIME… ⋆ﾟ⊹

Attack on Titan

ᝰ there lived an ugly duckling!zeke yeager — authored by @dejwrites

ᝰ there lived a prince charming!eren yeager and cinderella!reader — authored by @sintiva

ᝰ there lived an aladdin!levi ackerman and jasmine!reader — authored by @rainbowqueenbee21

ᝰ there lived a thief!armin arlert and rapunzel!reader — authored by @kingkonoha

ᝰ there lived a peter pan!jean kristein and tinker bell!reader — authored by @maydayaisha

Tokyo Revengers

ᝰ there lived a beast!taiju shiba and belle!reader — authored by @tristitia

ᝰ there lived a dimitri!benkei keizo and anastasia!reader — authored by @fubuwritings

ᝰ there lived an ice queen!ryusei satou — authored by @fubuwritings

Jujutsu Kaisen

ᝰ there lived a prince charming!nanami kento and cinderella!black reader — authored by @eiflawriting

ᝰ there lived a repunzel!geto suguru — authored by @bleubrri

ᝰ there lived a big bad wolf!toji fushiguro and little red riding hood!reader — authored by @poohbea

Haikyuu

ᝰ there lived a giant!iwaizumi and fem jack!reader — authored by @angelwa

The Arcana

ᝰ there live a little mermaid!asra alnazar and royalty!reader — authored by @nymphoteric

Chainsaw Man

ᝰ there lived a rumpelstiltskin!kishibe and royalty!reader — authored by @gojou-violin

ᝰ there lived alice!aki and cheshire cat!reader — authored by @nakachuchu

#⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ONCE UPON A COLLAB ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹#anime collab #anime smut #anime fluff #anime x reader #anime x black!reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader #aot smut #aot x reader #obey me smut #obey me x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tr x reader

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