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AHAHHAHAHHHHH

I’m sorry

I had a request… I just saw it before I went on vacation…

It was from a while ago

AND NOW WITH THIS STUPID UPDATE IT DISSAPEARED!

help😎

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Because I can’t use words*^

don’t you think it’s kinda sexist to exclude women…

No it is not in this context my content is meant for non-fem people and is meant to provide a safe space as well. And with fetishization of mlm and nblm relations coming majority from women, having the space open to women would violate the security of it. Additionally women would have no reason to read my content as it isn’t meant for them, meaning that they would mainly be interacting to fetishize it.

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Haruhi x FTM reader- I’d Like That

Warnings: self esteem issues, maybe considered angst at the very beginning? Other than that I don’t think there’s anything. Fem-aligned readers DNI

I’m 100% not projecting in this…?👀 it’s a short fic, just something that popped into my head.

You often felt insecure about yourself when you sat in the music room. A completely regular girl, Haruhi, who’s ability to pass as a man was awe-inspiring sat across from you. What irked you more than the fact that she was in the host club, was the fact that she resembled a guy more than you did. She had a flatter chest, and a more masculine all around look. Whenever Haruhi talked to you, it was almost like she was rubbing the fact that you’re trans, and she’s still a better guy than you right in your face. Of course, It doesn’t help that when the guests are gone, the rest of the hosts fawn over her like she’s the second coming of Madonna.

None of the hosts knew you were trans, and you wanted to keep it that way. So when Kyoya came forward one day while you were alone and produced the result of his background check. You resigned from the club before he could get you to bend to his will using blackmail. You left music room #3 crying that day. You didn’t return because you thought kyoya had told them.

After school one day, in the courtyard, you were approached by Haruhi. “Why’d you leave the host club? Kyoya told me that you were trans. I gave him a lecture and told him not to be so insensitive. Your past has been deleted from all internet platforms by the way.” You looked over at Haruhi in awe. “You- really did that? For me?” She smiled “everyone deserves respect. And I know that Kyoya enjoys having dirt on people, but there’s a line. Today he crossed it. Don’t worry, no one except him and I know.” You stood in shock. So she didn’t tell everyone? Kyoya didn’t tell everyone? Haruhi stood up for you? She broke the silence “and I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but I’m aware that you feel inferior at times. How about we go shopping? Get you some proper clothes.” You looked at the brunette “I’d like that.”

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Hi, are Agender people aloud to interact with your content?

Yup! Of course!

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Chris Mclean x Male reader - Nerves

Warnings: None. (Except it hasn’t been edited?)Fem-aligned dni

Chris was only informed of the changes that very day, so he wasn’t appalled at what happened, just very surprised. So when instead of a homeschooled Canadian-raised boy, he found himself face to face with a 6’7 Behemoth of a man, he was visibly shaken. Yo… What’s up man? He asked his introductory question. Not much, dude! The man replied with a smile. Although I thought we were going to a resort? Chris turned towards the cast. Everybody, meet Y/n! The group mumbled a greeting as he joined them to watch the other guests arrive.

Now that the groups had been created, with Bridgette, Courtney, DJ, Duncan, Eva, Geoff, Y/n, Harold, Izzy, Sadie, and Tyler on the Killer Bass and Beth, Cody, Gwen, Heather, Justin, Katie, Leshawna, Lindsay, Noah, Owen and Trent on the Screaming Gophers, All the Campers stood on a cliff in their bathing suits while Chris explained what was going to happen. Since the Killerbass was to go first, no one from the group wanted to jump first. Y/n, looking around, sighed and said I’ll jump. But if I die, I’m suing. He said, giving Chris a look that meant business. Chris was terrified, but at the same time trying to figure out how someone can be so buff and look… appealing? No. He wasn’t thinking about a contestant like that.

Y/n stood on the cliff, looking down, before he cracked his knuckled and stepped back until he had a clear runway. Then, he sent it. Luckily, he managed to get into the target hole and swim out before the sharks got too vicious. Once the entirety of the team had jumped, they struggled to get the boxes to the campsite in time. Either someone was gone or someone *cough* Courtney *cough* got hurt, but Y/n had already carried two crates to the campsite and opened them. Chris walked up while he waited for the rest of his team to strike casual banter. So, Y/n, you’ve done a lot of work here, and the rest of your team isn’t even here? What’s up with that?’’ “ Well, They’re doing what they can and I’m really just trying to help as best as I can. Besides I can be checking out the competitions while I’m here”. He replied. -And I can check out other people too. He said looking at Chris with a grin. The man in question turned and walked away due to the blush on his face and wobbly knees.

Both teams were hard at work, but in the end, the Screaming Gophers won. Since the losing team had to eliminate someone, everyone was on edge that night. Y/n couldn’t sleep so he went outside to contemplate the day. What he didn’t expect was Chris standing at the waters edge throwing stones into the water. “Hey.” Y/n said as he walked up and sat beside Chris. The aforementioned man looked over at him and frowned. “Hey… Shouldn’t you be sleeping? Big day tomorrow.” “Couldn’t sleep. Not with something like this, it’s always stressful went you have to part ways with someone.” Chris looked at the (Hair) haired boy and nodded. “I hear ya. When the contestants get to be far along in the competition, it’s almost sad to see them go.” Y/n’s eyes lit up. “Hey Chris. What if I threw in the towel and voted myself off? That way, I wouldn’t really have to do that. Besides, then I can just go home.” “You can’t just do that!” Chris argued. “These kids look up to you!” Then he whispered to y/n “I heard Izzy call you dad.” Y/n Chuckled. ”I guess not then. But my nerves have calmed down I think. Thanks” Y/n was about to head off to bed, but first he pulled Chris into a hug and slipped something in his pocket. The host returned the hug before giving the taller man a look that said ‘what’d you slip me?’ “My number.” Y/n smiled at him and turned around, only to be faced with the other campers. “Wha-“ “YAY!” Izzy cheered! Y/n’s not single anymore!” Before running away. Y/n rolled his eyes and made his way back to his cabin

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YO CAN FEM-ALIGNED PEOPLE STOP LIKING MY MALE/NB READER POSTS PLEASE!!!!!!!! LIKE COME ON!!!

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Rafe Cameron x Top!Male reader - With a little help from my friends 18+

Warnings: this piece contains NSFW content and is not intended for viewers under the age of 18. Slight depictions of gore and use of swear words. Fem aligned and ageless blogs DNI

Rafe was lying on his back in the middle of a clearing y/n had stumbled into. Eyes wide, y/n ran to Rafe’s side, not sure if he was breathing. His face was a mess, blood on his lips, cuts on his arms and face, and a black eye that didn’t look good. Once y/n was sure his friend was still alive he gently shook him awake. “Rafe… Rafe wake up… It’s me, y/n. Rafe…” when the boy stirred, y/n sat back on his heels, giving the light brown haired boy room to sit up. “Christ, that hurts” he said as he sat up, looking expectantly at the kneeling male beside him. Y/n sighed and stood up, holding his hand out to Rafe, who took it. Although he normally stood at a towering 6’3, y/n had to bend down just slightly to help his friend walk. As they were walking, y/n said the only thing that came to his mind. “You really need to stop all of this. It’ll get you killed someday.” Rafe pushed of of the taller boy, struggling to stand yet managing. “Oh I see how it is. ‘Go comfort the guy with better living conditions but make sure that he knows he was wrong’ Is that it? Why couldn’t you have just stayed with your boyfriend JJ then?!” Y/n was flabbergasted. “Rafe, what is wrong with you? I can’t believe you just said that! We’re friends and all, but we aren’t dating! And to insinuate-” “To insinuate what? That you’re fucking my enemies? I thought we were friends y/n” “WE ARE RAFE!” “But what if I want more?” you looked at the man in front of you. “What?” “I said, what if I want more? What if I want to be the person you turn to when you feel down or left out, What if I want to be your sun, just as you’re mine everyday? What if I want you… What if I want you to fuck me?”

You stood there looking at the ground for a moment before asking “is that really what you want?” You looked up to see him standing there with wide eyes before he closed his mouth in a hard line. “Yes. And I’m certain of it.” You stalked forwards, backing him into a tree. As you caged around him and leant down to his ear, you whispered. “I want this too. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.” Before kissing his jawline up to his face. When your eyes met his, the genuine look he gave you seconds ago being overrun by lust and desire made you want to break him. You kissed him firmly, teeth clashing and tongues intertwined. Hands, both yours and his were all over the place, caressing you thighs, scratching at your back and palming at your crotch, all in attempt to get you to understand how much Rafe needed you in the moment. You both managed to pull your shirts off, only to kiss your way down to his navel. “y/n please!” He practically whined as you unbuckled his belt and pulled his boxers down. Rafe rutted against your hand as you stroked his erection, looking up at him. His hand was covering his mouth as he tried not to whine like a pathetic bitch in heat. You returned to stand and he was practically a seesaw, going to your belt as soon as you stood up, looking for some sort of friction or leverage. He grabbed y/n’s dick and ran his hand over it a few times before taking his own in hand and plunging y/n’s into his mouth, trying not the choke on it. It was apparent when he became close to release, your hands guiding him were met with resistance and so you pulled out of his mouth before kneeling beside him.

“You sure you want to do this?” You checked one last time. He let out a strangled ‘yes’ and with his confirmation you took matters into your own hands, You stuck two of your fingers into his mouth, where Rafe greedily sucked on them. Once you slid them out slowly, you leaned to his ear and whispered “this might hurt a little” Before sliding your fingered into his ass, trying to work him open for you. He let out a quivering moan, eager to have you inside of him. As you moved your fingers around, he let out all sorts of mouthwatering sounds that shot straight down to your groin. When he had been opened enough, you shuffled around to behind him and slowly slid your length in, careful to not hurt him. He let out a wanton moan followed by shallow breathing. He was so tight around you as you waited, still, careful not to move until he said you could. When he gave his okay, you just went at him, with the intention to break him. Over and over you pounded into him slowly losing yourself to the pleasure. With every thrust he whined louder, and it got to a point where you covered his mouth to make sure no one would hear th two of you. In the middle of on of his moans, he let slip a “I’m gonna cum” from under his breath, and you broke down. He released on the grass below him and you covered his ass with your seed. You collapsed onto Rafe, and waited before rolling off of him and onto the grass beside him. “I love you” he spoke as he turned his head to the side to look at you. You looked at him and caressed his cheek. “I do too.”

EXTRA:

When you walked back, the party was almost over, yet John B was still there. ‘’Goodness, are you Two okay? I hear coyotes out there earlier!’’ You raised you eyebrows and looked over at Rafe, who’s ears had turned red and was giving John a sheepish smile. You ushered John away while Rafe followed with a limp. You weren’t sure if it was from the fight or… something else…

Thank you for the request @angrytalestudent !! I hope you like it!

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Shanks x male reader - Your Weirdo

Warnings: none that I can think of. Alcohol? Just a short(really short, I’m sorry) story about Akagami no Shanks and a male reader? I wrote this at 3 am and it isn’t edited so I do apologize for that. If you see any errors or anything, please let me know. Fem-aligned and ageless blogs DNI

It was yet another party on board the red haired pirates boat, and you had acquainted yourself quite well with the alcohol being served. It reminded you of the things served at your own parties. Recently you were accepted into the crew of the Red Haired Pirates when your ship had been sieged by Blackbeard’s and your crew was completely wiped out. Not only did they keep you alive to live with the humiliation, they also marooned you on an island. It was then that your stumbled soon the pirates partying on the other side while looking for potable water, and met their Captain, Shanks. He was suspicious at first, but when he heard your story and heard that it had been Blackbeard, he let you join his crew right then and there.

After that, you rose in ranks quickly, even getting to hang out with Shanks on a daily basis, which you must admit was very cool because he’s such a chill guy. But over the weeks you were on board, you started to realize that you liked him more than just an acquaintance, and that you were (extremely) attracted to him. You had no clue what to do, or how to address your situation, so you went to talk to someone you knew gave great advice. Benn Beckman. Almost as soon as you walked up to him he could tell something was wrong, even if he was a little tipsy. Being the ever-so-blunt man he is, he asked, “What’s up? Something bothering you?” You could only tug him into an empty room before you just laid everything out. “I really like this guy, but I don’t know if he likes me back and we’re really good friends but I don’t know if that would change anything if I told him, but I feel like it would, and I don’t know how to ask him if I should ask him but I think he likes girls but I don’t know but really, what should I do?” Benn looked at you in shock. “Do you breathe?” He asked, confused before chuckling and saying, “It really depends. But if you’re talking about who I think you’re talking about, I say go for it. No holding back.” You nodded whilst looking down at the planks under your feet. You thanked Ben before letting him go on his way. That’s when you decide that you would tell shanks how you felt today. He can kick you off his ship for all you care, you just want to tell him, because if not, it’ll eat away at you forever. So you departed from the room and made your way to the wheelhouse, looking for Shanks. When you found it empty, you continued on with your search, eventually bumping into Lucky Roux. “Hey bro, could you tell me where shanks is? Have you seen him recently?” Lucky paused as he thought for a moment before answering. “I think I saw him walking to his office a few minutes ago, try there?” You thanked him and went on your way.

You woke up on a bed. You sat up and looked around. Shanks lay beside you looking tired and irritated. You sat up and started to get off the bed when a hand on your wrist stopped you. “Don’t go, lover boy” Shanks said as he grinned stupidly up at you as a dark blush creeped onto your face. “I’m just gonna grab you a glass of water for the obvious hangover that you have right now.” You stepped up and walked over to the desk where the water jug sat. You poured a glass and brought it back over to shanks, who was sitting up now. “My precious man. Taking care of me when I’m practically dead. Now that’s devotion.” You raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “Uh, shanks… you didn’t happen to hear anything… unusual… last night, did you?” He looked up at you in confusion. “ no, I don’t think I did… mind you, I was too lost in happiness after your confession to really focus on anything.” “Oh cool- WHAT.” You blanked. Your heart was going 1000 miles an hour and you had started sweating. Shanks spoke up again “ yeah, it was really sweet of you to take care of me, and explain why you were doing it. That’s actually the reason I was drinking, I was gonna go ask you… but I chickened out… sorry” you were overjoyed. “Shanks, you weirdo!” The redhead let out a laugh. “But I’m your weirdo now!”

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Why?

Why is it that when I make it quite clear that I don’t want female readers reading my stuff, there’s so many that like the freakin post. Skfbsidhdbfiwib

Like seriously!?! Not every x reader is for female readers!!!! And my titles specifically have X MALE READER IN THEM!

Okay anyways, that was my little rant, sorry about that. I just want it to be known that I don’t want female people reading my stuff please. Thanks.

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Silco x Male reader - Stolen Ruby Hearts

A short Drabble about how you came to work for Silco/caught his interest. Warning: mention of gun (not fired, just used for a threat) reader is a thief(only steals what they need to survive type tho. I apologize for how short this is too. Fem blogs/fem aligned blogs and ageless blogs DNI

Great… just great.’ You thought to yourself as you ran from thugs. You swerved into an alley and dove into a dumpster. The thugs ran in, hot on your tail before stopping, confused. “He ran into here, didn’t he?” One said. The other started talking acing around, looking behind crates and boxes. “He must be in here somewhere then.” You tried to bury yourself deeper in the trash, resulting in the plastic bags crinkling around. Suddenly, the top was thrown off, and the thugs glared down at you with crooked teeth. “Well Jim, looks like we found ‘im.” They pulled you out of the dumpster harshly before pulling you out of the alley and in the direction you were running away from.

“So. Y/n. I hear you’re quite the accomplished thief.” The thugs’ boss sat before you, analyzing your figure. I want to commission you for a robbery.” You looked at him and scoffed. “I don’t do commissions, nor am I a thief. I just do what I have to to get by-“ Jim had held a gun to your head. “Precisely. You do what you have to to get by. Well in this case, it’s either accept the commission, or die.” Their boss gave you a sick smile before turning to pour a glass of whiskey. You sighed heavily before pushing the gun away from your head. “Fine. So what am I stealing? A ring? A book? Keys? Ca-“ “you’re stealing a necklace. And not just any necklace. No, you’ll be stealing the ruby necklace that is in the last drop.” You froze. “Silco runs that place, you asshat. There’s no way if even be able to get in, much less steal a necklace that’s probably kept in his office. That’s just straight-up suicide!” The man rose from his seat, menacingly stalked towards you before adjusting himself to your level, and saying quite frankly: “I know.” He turned and signalled to his thugs who pulled you out the door. Just before it closed, you heard “-and if you’re successful and come back alive, we’ll discuss wage.”

The pavement was muddy when you landed on it. The thugs closed the carriage door and you saw Jim give you a look of sympathy. You stood up quickly and looked around, unfamiliar with the more lit-up places in Zaun. After observing the tavern for a while, and determining a plan of attack, you waltzed towards the back door and flipped yourself up onto the fire escape. The roof had an entryway, something that you were counting on. You crept down the stairs and slowly made your way to the end of a long hall, where you assumed the boss would be. I’m every few seconds you looked back to make sure there was no one there. After you were met with silence of the other side of Silco’s door, you decided to go ahead and pick the lock. Upon entering, you were stunned to see how bright it was, and how cleanly it was compared to the rest of the dingy tavern. Multiple half walls connected certain parts of the room to others, making the little passageways appear long and narrow. You located the necklace in the display box to the left of his desk. You opened it with ease, not making a sound. But just as you were about to grab the necklace, the doorknob started to turn, and you panicked. You dove behind on of the half walls and prayed that you wouldn’t be found. There were footsteps that entered the room, walked over to the case, which was still open, you kicked yourself. Then the footsteps stopped. Until you felt a cold metal hit your collarbone. With a glance down, you could make out rubies, and with a glance up, you were met with Silco’s orange and seafoam eyes. “This is the one you wanted, wasn’t it darling?” He spoke smoothly, almost coaxing you out of the corner you had taken up residency in. “I-I can explain..” were the first words to come out of your mouth. “Hm? Well by all means, do explain. And please don’t leave out how you got by my security, I think I’ll have to check up on them soon…” he almost sounded amused as you struggled to find the words to culminate sentences. “-I didn’t wanna die so I just said yes, even though I knew I probably wouldn’t come back from this. I’m not a thief. They just made me one.” He stood in front of you, calmly analyzing your body language. “Well then, if they aren’t expecting you back, would you like to work for me?”

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Dazai Osamu x Ftm reader - Yosano the Helper

Warning: mentioned transphobia, mentioned homophobia, deadnaming, female- bodied reader (ftm) <- that means female to male (transgender) FEM- ALIGNED AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI! (As well as homophobes and transphobes, but that goes without saying) Starts out angsty, but ends with fluff. Reader comes out to Dazai as trans. D/n is (deadname)

“I have no such tastes in men”

Those words haunt you.

You had dated Dazai for 3 years. You had known that you weren’t a girl for the most previous one, however, considering the words that he uttered upon Atsushi’s “initiation” to the armed detective agency, you kept your mouth shut. You valued your relationship with Dazai, but you were certain that this would change it. Whether that be in a positive or negative way, you didn’t know. “Hey (d/n)! How’s it going! I found a lovely little flower shop on the way over here! How about we go look around later?” Dazai said chipperly. You stared out the window down at the street below and nodded. Dazai’s smile faltered before he scooped you up and swung you around the office-turned dance floor. Dazai hummed out a tune in the most horrendous way possible, every note having a pitch and rhythm different than the last. You smiled while being swung around. You forgot how much fun this could be. “There she is! There’s my happy little (d/n)! Your smile fell immediately, not even bothering to hide it. “Excuse me Dazai.” You said as you pushed by him and walked out the door. You sat on a bench outside and called Yosano, the only person you had entrusted your gender identity to. “Hello? Y/n? Are you alright? You sound like you’ve been crying? What happened? Who do I need to kill?” She barraged you with questions after you sniffled a greeting into the phone. “ Yosano, I can’t keep living like this. I’ll either go insane, or worse! But I don’t want to lose him! What the hell should I even do? I don’t know how to tell him or anything! I haven’t even the foggiest idea of what to say!” You were bawling at this point, receiving weird looks from those who passed. “Y/n. You just need to be honest. If he leaves you over something like this, that means that he was never worth it in the first place. You deserve someone who loves you for you, no matter who you are!” You looked at your phone incredulously. “Yeah, but that still doesn’t answer how the hell I’m going to tell Dazai-“ “what are you going to tell me?” A voice comes from behind you. You freeze on the spot, scared for whatever is to come. Yosano, of course is oblivious to everything that’s going on at the other end. “Y/n? Y/n? You there?” You slowly turned to face Dazai. “Um… I don’t know how I should go about this without maybe pissing you off or making you hate me. And of course, after I say this, you can hate me all you want, and you never have to talk to me again. Just hear me out-“ “you aren’t leaving me, are you?” Dazai asked, his voice laced with suspicion. “No! No, I wouldn’t ever dream of it… but if after what I say, you want to leave me, I’ll completely understand.” Dazai deadpanned. “Well then, get on with it.” You felt the tears begin streaming down your face as you tried to find your voice. “I-l’m… I’m trans. I’m not a girl. I’ve felt like a guy for a long time, but in the last year it’s been confirmed. I know you don’t like guys and if you don’t wanna date me anymore that’s okay, I’ll completely respe-“ your rambling was completely cut off by Dazai kissing you. “That’s fine. It’s okay! I love you, and I wouldn’t ever think of leaving you. We can get you stuff for transitioning and whatever, I’ll do research! I don’t care that you’re a guy, i mean, obviously I care, but either way I love you and that’s that. But… two questions…” you looked at him, expecting a bizarre request “What’s your preferred name and pronouns?” You smiled and kissed him. That’s when you heard cheering. Looking down at your hand, you noticed that your phone was still on, and Yosano had heard the entire thing. “Good job y/n!!!” She screamed into the speaker.

Extra:

Dazai burst down the office door and waltzed inside, you attached to his arm. “Everyone! I need your attention! When the workers came away from their desks, Dazai even requested Atsushi to go find Fukuzawa. When everyone was rounded up in the office space, Dazai announced in a booming voice “This is my boyfriend, y/n! I love him and I’ll fight anyone who even fucking looks at him funny!” The workers and members of the agency came up to you and congratulated you on coming out. Ranpo just smiled down to himself and muttered under his breath “about time.”

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Masterlist + Requests

Hi! I’m Kyrin! I write stuff!

Requests:

I do take request, and I write for whatever. No matter the fandom or character. The only things I DO NOT write for are rape, drugging, zoophilia, incest and the like. If you send me a request that I’m not comfortable writing, I will politely decline, but I will otherwise do my best to acclimate myself to your request.

I write scenarios(imagines) and headcannons for any given topic minus those above that I’ve clarified I will not write for.

I write for male readers , including transmasc, and gender neutral/nonbinary readers. I will not write for fem aligned requests.

Transphobes, homophobes, zoophiles, and overall shitty people DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS BLOG!

Finished Works:

Hisoka x Male reader - Party Tricks 18+

Uno x Male reader - As you wish

Charles Xavier x Male reader - Home

Dazai Osamu x Ftm reader - Yosano the Helper

Silco x Male reader - Stolen Ruby Hearts

Shanks x Male reader - Your Weirdo

Rafe Cameron x Top! Male Reader - With a Little Help from my Friends 18+

Chris McLean x Male reader - Nerves

Haruhi x FtM reader - I’d Like That

With any additional works that are added to my page, I’ll update this list.

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Uno x male reader - As you wish

I’m so sad that basically no one writes for Nanbaka… so here is my sacrifice to the Nanbaka fandom.

Ageless blogs and fem aligned blogs DNI

‘’Y/n, you better be right about this!’’ Jyugo yelled as he followed you into a trash disposal. The machine that had been chasing you rumbled by and off into the next corridor. The five inmates slipped out of their hiding spot and continued towards the large doors that led to outside. Once opened, the sea breeze hit their faces, the smell of salt invading their senses. To the point where they couldn’t see Hajime standing guard in front of them. ‘’Why do you guys have to be so persistent?’’ he asked, while slowly walking towards the group. You backed up slowly, not wanting the blunt end of his wrath. Hajime took the inmates out with ease. Only you and jyugo were left standing. He turned to you, and you just turned around, grabbed the three almost lifeless inmates’ collars and started walking back inside the building. As you left, you heard Jyugo say. ‘’Guess it’s just me now. Oh well.’’ Followed by Hajime beating the everloving crap out of him.

The five inmates sat in their cell, nursing the bumps on their heads. ‘’HOW MANY TIMES WILL I TAKE FOR YOU FIVE TO STOP TRYING TO ESCAPE?!?’’ Hajime sighed and stomped off.Nico was the first one to stand up, walking over to his tv and inserting an anime into the disc track. The opening was so obnoxiously loud that you went to join the other guys in the opposite corner of the room. You love Nico, but he gets a bit… aggressive… when watching anime, even if he means well. You turned to the three remaining inmates and said ‘’Go fish, anyone?’’ Uno’s head popped up from the magazine he was looking at. ‘’Or we could play blackjack’’ he suggested. Rock, Jyugo and you all denied his request, due to his history of beating everyone every single time. ‘’Well we don’t really have cards for anything else…’’ Rock said, looking around slowly, trying to spot something to use. Jyugo chuckled evilly at rock’s suggestion. ‘’ How about we play truth or dare? that seems easy enough, right?’’ When everyone agreed, Nico bounded over to join in.

The game was progressing smoothly until Uno and Jyugo started taking hits at each other, giving no one else a turn to go. ‘’Guys, guys, calm down, there's five people here, we all want a turn too.’’ You chimed in, hopeful to get them to stop. Instead, Jyugo just asked you. ‘’Y/n. Truth or Dare?’’ You looked around, wondering what to choose. ‘’Dare.’’ you said confidently. ‘’I dare you to make a bet with Uno.’’ The colour drained from your face. He really just said that. Slowly you got up and ushered Uno to the side of the room and started talking. The three others talked amongst themselves until you two returned. ‘’So… What’s the bet?’’ Rock asked as soon as you two got back. ‘’Uh… We can’t tell you until later.’’ You said while looking at Uno. The trio kept pestering you until you caved and told them ‘’You’ll see tomorrow at lunch.’’

Lunch was fast approaching and you were growing more and more nervous of the outcome of your bet. Right when the Setarou came to open the cell door, You and Uno bolted. The three other inmates stood stalk still. In their heads they were all replaying what happened. ‘You… You just… Ran. When a guard was right there.’ When you made it to your destination, the cafeteria, Uno was already there. You cursed at yourself. You had lost the bet. Walking over to him with a sour expression on your face, you said ‘’Well I guess you won. What do you want me to do? I am your indentured servant for the rest of the day.’’ ‘’I-’’ He opened his mouth to speak, but an angry gorilla cut him off. ‘’INMATE NUMBER 11, INMATE NUMBER (number)! YOU’RE IN A LOT OF TROUBLE!’’ ‘’RUN!’’ Uno yelled and pulled you alongside him. As the two of you fled, you passed your cellmates. You gave them a cheeky smile before your body had to catch up to you arm, or else Uno would pull it off.

You made your escape down the hallway and into an unmarked corridor that you had never been in before. You looked around a bit before Uno started talking. ‘’Y/n. As my indentured servant, my first request of you. Is… Kiss me.’’ You deadpanned. ‘’Kiss you?’’ You asked. ‘’Yeah. I’ve liked you for a while and I know you like me too.’’ He wiggled his eyebrows at you, and you pushed him lightly, chuckling.’’ ‘’Of course then sir. As you wish.’’

[darkbackalley]

Charles Xavier x Male Reader- Home

Okay so this one’s a little long, but I hope you like it!

Tw: slight homophobia, bigotry, mentions of abuse and slight gore(black eye, busted lip and bruising)

Things that aren’t explainable are not sought after in society. This, you learned at a young age. When you accidentally transformed into a perfect copy of your classmate, you were regarded as a freak. As unnatural. You were a mistake. After changing schools, and moving several times, your parents had rules put in place to keep your “ability” a secret. This involved keeping your head down, not speaking unless spoken to, avoiding any triggers and such. They were probably more terrified of you than you were yourself. Your parents taught you to hate yourself. Keep everything inside; bottle it up. No one wants to know. However, almost as soon as you started to be okay with yourself, everything came crashing down around you. It was when a girl in your 7th grade class came up to you and told you she liked you. You froze. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. You went home and looked online. You were horrified. When you realized you were gay, everything shattered. You kept it to yourself, not wanting anyone to ridicule you more than they would already. Society had imprinted in your mind that loving the same sex was wrong. You fell into depression. It wasn’t until you heard your parents talking about an article in the newspaper that you understood. “Stupid gays. They make being gay their entire personality. I mean, have you ever actually had a relevant conversation with one?” You were shocked to hear your parents speak so poorly about a group of people. That day forever tainted your carefully built up image of your parents, and the dam broke. You sat in your room, crying for the rest of that day, not leaving for food or water. You stayed there until it was time for school.

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Looking through the images on your phone made you emotional. The sun poured into the small living room you were sitting in. Looking around your new apartment, you sighed and got up, ready to get to work. There wasn’t much to unpack. You had just left with a couple of suitcases, one had clothes, another, bedsheets, and the last held your most treasured possessions. It was packed to the brim with drawings, photos, and a few books that intrigued your 16-year-old self. The apartment was small, but it was big enough for you. As you unpacked your belongings onto some built-in shelves, you couldn’t help but wonder if your parents were living the dream now that their deranged child had left to be on his own.

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After several job interviews, you got a job as a waiter at a local diner. The owners were very supportive of you, mutation and all. They had walked in on you trying to calm yourself down one day in the staff room, and you had taken the wife’s appearance. She assured you that you were safe to work there still, if you wanted to. Now, three years later, the couple treated you like a son, and you never thought you could have been happier. You got along well with your co-workers, minus Michael, an average-looking guy with anger issues. He hung around you when you two worked shifts, but you tried your best to avoid him. Your days were pretty much uneventful, minus one day where you were at a movie theater and almost bumped into four kids, almost sending your popcorn all over them. The blue one was amazed when you apologized so sincerely, while you ran off to catch your movie. While working a shift with Michael one day, the news broadcasted a disaster. You tried to understand what was going on but it was inexplicable. There were people in suits fighting off other people, and you were too confused to react when Michael pulled you into the kitchen and asked: ‘’What do you know about those people?’’ You were shaken out of your state of shock, but were quickly put into a new one when you realized what his question was. ‘’I-I don’t know? These are just people on the news! I’ve never seen them before!’’ He, however, kept pressuring you to tell you. ‘’Are you sure you don’t know them?’’ You shook your head at every accusation he threw at you. Eventually, he gave up and walked to the front to serve a table. You composed yourself slowly and walked out as well.

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Michael hadn’t shown up to work for the past two weeks. Your shift that those ‘’X-men’’ as they called themselves were on the screen was the last time anyone from the diner had seen him. He didn’t call in sick, nor did he resign. It was like he disappeared into thin air. You somewhat missed him, as you now had no buddy to work with, but then again, he had a habit of getting needlessly angry. When you walked in to work the next day, you were expecting an uneventful day like the past several days. You were out of luck. At around 12:45, a pair of men that you thought were familiar walked into the diner. Well, not exactly as one was in a wheelchair. They sat down at a table and you walked out to take their order. When you arrived at their table, they ignored you for the little while you stood there without clearing your throat. when you did, they both raised their gaze to your face. You froze. These two men were part of the Xmen. ‘’I heard a guy by the name of Michael worked here?’’ said the man in the wheelchair. Your eyebrows furrowed in concern. ‘’Yes, Michael is supposed to work here.’’ ‘’Supposed to?’’ He shot back, giving you a puzzled look. ‘’Well yes, he works here, but no one has seen or heard from him in the past couple of weeks. The two men shared a look before the second one stood up and said ‘’He had a mutation and is very dangerous.’’ You were startled at his speed of standing and you jumped back. His gaze shot down to your face. The pair stared at you for a moment before the one in the wheelchair chuckled. ‘’Well, we were looking for Michael, but found you. Would you like to come to my school? We’ll help you control your mutation. You calmed yourself and stood. ‘’Su-’’ You never finished your sentence. The diner’s door was blown off its hinges and in stepped Michael, looking furious. ‘’Why won’t you give up!?’’ He yelled at the pair in front of you. You looked between the three confused, but were cut short when Michael grabbed you and held a gun against your head. ‘’Don’t come closer, or I’ll shoot and he dies!’’ The man in the wheelchair met your eyes and you felt a tingling in your head. ‘’Can you control your power enough to knock him out? Just copy me and put him to sleep’’ You panicked. You began thrashing around in Michael’s grasp before he hit you. ‘’Stop moving, dammit!’’ You stopped, afraid of being hit. ‘’Michael. Just breathe.’’ The man was talking to Michael. You took this chance to try and turn into the man across from you. Without thinking, you reached down and bit your hand. Almost by command, your body turned to that of the man in the wheelchair. You made eye contact with Michael, and he was out like a light. You fell as well, only garnering the attention of the two men. You finished your earlier statement when they were close enough to hear your words. ‘’Sure, I’ll go with you.’’

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When you first ‘’enrolled’’ at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, you weren’t exactly what the heck was going on. All the students seemed to get along with all the teachers, the students were happy and the classes were relatively easy, but everyone had powers. Every single person there was like you. You got into a groove over the next couple of weeks, starting classes and such, but keeping your distance from the other kids as much as possible since you didn’t want to make a bad impression. Even though you were 19 at this point, you were still welcomed as a student and treated no differently than the others, minus when Charles, as you had come to learn was the man in the wheelchair's name, would come and check up on you to make sure everything was going okay. As the days wore on, you saw more and more of Charles, whether it be him teaching or him offering to tutor you and help you with your ability, which you had gained copious amounts of confidence from, now that you could control it. It wasn’t only you that noticed this, as some of the teachers and students had started calling you ‘’Dad’’ when you weren’t around, according to Kurt, the blue boy you had ironically bumped into three years prior. You didn’t hang out with the students much, and eventually you were completely ostracized from them, opting not even to make eye contact, as time went by, you grew so uncomfortable with them that you were unable to get to class on time, and eventually you were absent so much, that Charles was forced to see what was wrong, at this rate, he thought you would start failing classes. So, one night, when most of the kids were in bed and such, he made his way towards your room, curious and anxious about what might be wrong.

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What Charles found horrified him. You were hunched over on your desk, surrounded by piles of work. He sighed. That must have been hard on your back. He propped you up and guided your chair towards your bed. After setting you down, he returned over to your desk to turn off the lights, however, he noticed that the book you had been hunched over was not in your curriculum. His eyes widened as he looked at the other books. None of them were for the classes that you had. In fact, these were all books for the other classes, and there was at least 20 of them. He had suspicions of what was going on here, but he wanted to hear it from you. Waking up, you slowly rolled over and opened your eyes. Charles was staring down at you with a stern expression. ‘’Y/n. Are you doing other student’s work?’’ Your eyes went wide. Scared of repercussions, you nodded slowly with uncertainty. ‘’How did this happen? Did you offer?’’ You shook your head. ‘’They said that they would help me control my ability…’’ ‘’-Who’s they.’’ Charles was glaring into the foot of your bed. You weren’t about to lie to Charles, but you didn’t think it was that big of a deal to name specific people. ‘’ Everyone. I’ve done work for at least 75% of the student body here.’’ Charles was mortified. ‘’Y/n. You can’t do this. I’ll help you with your abilities, but you need to promise me that you won’t do anyone’s homework for them anymore.’’ You nodded slowly before Charles spoke up again. ‘’Alright. I will hold you to your word. If not, I’ll be very disappointed. Get some sleep. Goodnight Y/n.’’ He kissed your forehead and wheeled to the door, disappearing into the lit corridor.

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The next day, you made your way outside. You felt a lot better after getting a good night’s sleep. As you passed through the halls, you realized no one was in sight. Where were they? That’s when you came into the main hall. All the students had gathered around the staircase, where Charles sat. He seemed to be giving a speech, so you moved closer to hear. ‘’- and I’m sure that none of you would want to be responsible for a classmate’s failing health by passing it on to them. Your work is your own, and I will not tolerate anyone trying to convince others otherwise.’’ You froze. He was giving a speech to the entire school about your situation. They’ll think you told him… They’ll think you’re the reason they have to go through this. You ran outside, and to the pond, trying to catch your breath. You knew that was a bad move on Charles’ part, and you might have to pay for it. Paranoid, you looked around behind you. Nothing. But when you turned back, you were face to face with Emmerson. ‘’Well. Seems like someone told professor X about our little arrangement. The taller male looked back at his approaching friends. Now I guess we’ll have to teach you to keep your mouth shut.’’

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Charles had been feeling a pressure on his brain for a little while now. It started just after lunch, when he gave his speech on homework and manipulation. The pounding in his brain had been reduced to behind his eyes now, the headache not any less harsh than hours previous. He walked to his next class, and upon entering the room, he saw that Y/n wasn’t there. Furious, he gave them busywork to do and angrily made his way up to your room. ‘’Y/n! Open the door!’’ He yelled, banging on the wood. The door slowly opened to reveal the boy, a large gash across his left arm, a black eye, and a busted lip. ‘’God… what happened to you?’’ The younger male gave Charles an annoyed look before starting to close the door. ‘’You did. Now leave me alone.’’ Charles stuck his chair into the doorway and pried his way inside. ‘’What do you mean, I did? I didn’t do anything to you!’’ You reared on him, Eyes wild and furious. ‘’WHAT DO YOU MEAN’ YOU DIDN’T DO ANYTHING. CHARLES YOUR THE REASON FOR ALL OF THIS! IF IT WASN’T FOR YOUR SPEECH, EMMERSON AND HIS GOONS WOULDN’T HAVE BEAT ME TO A PULP!’’ you curled in on yourself, slowly sitting down. Charles reached for you, but you pulled away. ‘’I’m sorry. I didn’t know this would happen.’’ He grabbed your uninjured arm and pulled you towards him and into a hug. ‘’I’m sorry…’’ He kept muttering into your hair. ‘’From now on, don’t go to class, I’ll tutor you myself. That way you don’t have to face them. I’ll also have a word and make sure that they understand the severity of this…’’ You looked at Charles in wonder, thinking that he was surely an angel.

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Your tutoring lessons bega without a hitch. As promised, Charles helped you learn the curriculums required and helped you master your ability, and as days passed, the two of you grew closer and closer. One day while practicing your ability, you copied Charles and finally got into his head, something you had been trying to do for a while. He normally subconsciously blocked you out, but this time, you were able to see everything. How he met the other Xmen, how he met Magneto, how he met you. You were a common occurrence in his thoughts, and finally when you came across one, you couldn’t take it anymore. Charles Loved you. He thought you were attractive and he would like to spend his life with you. You were scared that he knew what you saw. SLipping out of his head, you said: ‘’I’m gonna go to bed early.’’ After that incident, you kept your distance from Charles, not wanting to provoke anything. You participated in your private lessons, but never once did you stay later or arrive early. If Charles questioned you, you would weasel your way out of it and ask another question to distract him. This tactic seemed to work for a while, but after that, Charles was on the prowl. He knew you knew something, but he wasn’t sure what. After one of their tutoring sessions, Charles corners you and demands that you tell him why you’re avoiding him. You revealed what you saw, and hesitantly added that you like him too. He was overjoyed, but very much confused when you looked ready to cry. ‘’Darling, what’s wrong? You can talk to me.’’ ‘’i-’’ You started but stopped. ‘’I’ve never been accepted by anyone. Not by my parents, or my friends. The only people that actually were okay with me being a mutant was the owners of the diner. And even then, they didn’t know I was gay. And the way my parents talked about lgbtq+ people was terrible so I never told anyone. I fear rejection and disappointment. Just being a mutant is hard enough, my parents hated me because of it. They’d gaslight me into thinking I'm not worth anything, and they’d verbally abuse me because I was different. I really do like you, but I don’t know how to act, what to say or what to do…’’ Charles took your face in his hands and looked deep into your eyes, searching for anything to say. ‘’Y/n. Your parents will never be able to harm you, or even reach you as long as I’m alive. You have me, and you have all the teachers here. We all support you and will think highly of you no matter what. If they ever do try to come around, they’ll be sent away before they can even get a word in.’’ Charles smiled tenderly before kissing your lips. You nuzzled your way into his arms and after he grabbed a book, he held you there until you fell asleep. His body warmth was comforting, reminding you of a warm cabin in the woods. All cozy and quiet. A place you’d like to call home.

[darkbackalley]

Party Tricks-Hisoka x Male reader

Warnings: 18+ somewhat dark content, assassination, badly written smut?

Ageless Blogs and Fem aligned blogs DNI

Hisoka x male reader - Party tricks

The room was lit with candles, the scent of smoke pungent in the air. The man behind the desk said nothing as he slid me the beige folder. I said nothing as I picked it up, and turned to leave. I opened the door and the light streamed through, piercing through the darkness. I left the building, stress releasing from the tense hold it had on me. I sighed and continued on my way.I got back to my apartement, and unlocked the door. I threw the folder on my kitchen counter and went to have a shower. Once I had dried off, I headed out to look at it. The folder had an image, as well as an invitation to a party. Tonight. I needed to get there straight away to set up. crap. I hurriedly dressed myself, strapping on all the hidden components I normally wear, and running to my car after I locked my door.It was a high status party. Several of my clientele were mingling amongst themselves, talking and sipping on drinks handed out by servers. I spotted my target across the room, hitting on a server, terribly, might I add. I approached him slowly, deciding to go with my guise of a business partner. As I neared him, I was intercepted by a clown.‘’Good evening sir,’’ He spoke smoothly, his voice like velvet. I clenched my jaw. Hisoka was acutely aware of my reactions and so he pressed on. ‘’My boss would rather you to not approach him tonight. He knows your business deals can get quite… messy.’’ I shot Hisoka a look, and he shut himself up. I knew now that he was probably in contract with my target, and that I'd have to get through him. The thing he didn’t know however, was that I had an extra card up my sleeve.I excused myself from the uncomfortable gaze and walked to the nearest hallway. I took out my phone and sent a text to my friend. Then, I walked back to the clown(magician) and sighed. ‘’Did you hear about the visible man’s wife an kids?’’ Hisoka looked at me in amusement. ‘’No, I haven’t. What about them?’’ ‘’He married an invisible woman…’’ I paused just long enough for him to lean in. ‘’ But let me tell you, their kids weren’t anything to look at, if I’m being honest.’’ Hisoka snorted and looked at me in discontent. ‘’That wasn’t even funny’’ ‘’Yet you still laughed.’’ I latched myself onto hisoka’s arm, giving him a sign that I'd lead him around. I walked us to the hallway I had previously been in, and I pulled him into a room. It looked like an office, but it would have to do. ‘’So…how much did he pay you to be his bodyguard? I thought you didn’t take jobs like that?’’ Hisoka grinned ‘’Oh, I’m not here for a job, I'm just here because I want to be.’’ I looked at him dumbstruck. ‘’So… I-I could’ve just walked… up to him and killed him?’’ Hisoka’s grin got wider with every word I spoke. ‘’In all theories, yes. However, there was a man at the party that was hired as his bodyguard. You know Illumi, correct?’’ I froze. Then I opened my phone to the text I sent earlier.

I need to work tonight, so you're

on your own.

Hey, So I need to distract a mutually

annoying acquaintance. If you can pick

this up for me, I’ll pay you ¾ of the

job, and rights to my next three clients

Got it.

‘’Shit’’ I thought. At this point, it came down to who would pay him more. But then again maybe the idiot had payed Illumi upfront… I was brought back to reality when hisoka’s hand met my face. ‘’You look so cute when you’re thinking, But you’d look even better completely wrecked and under me.’’ He spun me around and held me against the wall, slowly getting closer and closer to my face. His grin had turned into a full-blown smile, mocking my predicament. His face smashed against mine, teeth clashing in a lust-inducing kiss. As we parted for breath, he ripped my shirt off of my body, holding me close to him. Blindly, I groped him, searching for a source of heat or friction. He broke contact to remove the rest of his clothes, and then mine subsequently. as soon as he had, his hands were right back on me. I came to terms with what was going down and slowly started to realize that I probably shouldn’t be doing this. After all, I’m just here to distract hisoka from realizing illumi is going to kill his own client. However, as soon as his hand brushed against the front of my crotch, all sense was thrown out the window. Entangled in each other’s limbs, we moved to the desk, Hisoka sweeping everything off of it before attacking my body once again. I got up to move, to lock the door, but when I moved, I was pushed down onto the desk once more. ‘’I think this will be more exhilarating with the constant threat around the corner. So you better be quiet, little fruit.” I almost screamed at what came next. Without warning, Hisoka pushed his entire length into me. I moaned out in surprise at the sensation of fullness that I felt. His dick hit all the right angles as he thrusted in and out, occasionally hitting my prostate and making me see white. it felt like heaven and hell mixed into one man, who was rearranging my insides. I couldn’t take it anymore. ‘’H-hisokAAAA-’’ I managed to moan out before cumming on my stomach. Hisoka sped up, chasing after his own high. He kept going until he stilled, painting my walls and ass white. Together, we slunk down the side of the desk to a sitting position, Hisoka’s cock still in me. As we sat there in the afterglow of the situation, I looked up at him, and said. ‘’Illumi’s killed the guy.’’ Hisoka looked down with a half-assed smirk and said, ‘’All according to plan.’’