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mlmdarkfiction · 5 years ago

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Gun anon here. First of all, I can't believe you'd call me out like that, how dare you, and second of all, can I request a drabble/fic or smth with Michael Myers and a gun? I know they're not really his M.O. but I love him and I crave it (also: do I need to get specific or anything or can I just say go wild with whatever idea you come up with?)

SOMEHOW THIS ENDED UP THE SAME LENGTH AS LIKE ?? A LOT OF THE COMMISSIONS I DO WHY DID I GO SO HARD AT THIS ONE MICHAEL MYERS FIC. I’m not mad im just...confused @ myself.

anyway I hope you enjoy

Possible CW’s: NSFW, DMAB Reader, Home Invasion, Guns, Gun Kink, Death (not the readers or Michael’s)

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It’s a rhythmic banging sound that first got your attention, leading you to the kitchen. It’s the back door.

Someone, or something must have left it hanging open, allowing for the slight breeze from outside to send it gently crashing into your cabinets.

You know for a fact you aren’t responsible for the open door.

Try as you might, you can’t even remember the last time you’d even used the back door, but…

You’re not worried.

Perhaps you’re the only person in all of Haddonfield, who could be unbothered at the prospect of an intruder in your home.

And you’re definitely the only person in Haddonfield hoping the intruder is Michael Myers.

Weird Roommate?

Friend?

Lover?

In reality, you have no idea how you should describe your relationship with The Shape.

Michael is truly an enigma, as most would guess.

Everything he does is unpredictable.

He comes and goes as he pleases, almost never locking or closing doors behind himself, you’re used to it at this point.

And at the end of the day, you know that whether you want him to or not, Michael will always come back.

At least, up until now he’s always found his way back into your home.

You hope that the door being left wide open is a sign that Michael’s finally returned home.

The door is shut, and you’re smiling. Honestly this is a big step for Michael, as it appears he’s not left you a trail of blood to clean up.

Perhaps he was finally learning manners?

Or maybe after so long of being away he simply hadn’t wanted you to yell at him for leaving yet another mess.

There’s no rush in trying to find Michael.

As every other time he’s come to visit, you know he’ll find you when the time is right.

It may not be intentional, although you really think it is, Michael always ends up scaring you.

He thinks it’s funny. Even though you can’t see his face, you know he does. He loves seeing the way you jump at his sudden appearances throughout your shared home.

Nothing about your night changes. You carry on the exact same way you would have if you hadn’t discovered the open door.

After making a bowl of popcorn you settle down on your couch to watch the Countdown to Halloween horror movie marathon on your TV.

About twenty-minutes into some B-Slasher film when you hear it. A crash from upstairs.

Suddenly you feel a lot more on edge.

Michael’s not…

Michael isn’t the type to make much noise at all.

You try to reason with yourself, to tell yourself that it’s just Michael, that he must have dropped something…

But you’re unable to convince yourself.

Stupid Horror Movie.

“Michael?” It’s a soft call at first, and yet...It’s loud enough that the noises you’d been hearing from upstairs come to a complete stop.

The sudden silence does nothing for your already frazzled nerves.

All you hear now is the soft sound of your feet against the carpet as you make your way to the bottom of the stairs.

Looking up you see absolutely nothing. No sudden Michael to assuage your fears.

“This isn’t funny, Michael!”

Even using your angry voice gets you nothing in response, and it causes you to quickly come to terms with the fact that if you want to go back to relaxing, then you’re going to have to investigate the cause of the noise yourself.

The irony of this whole situation isn’t lost on you however, a chill runs down your spine as the poor soon-to-be-dead woman on TV calls out ‘Hello?’ into her own, stranger infested, home.

Everything about this seems like it’s a parody, the stairs even creak underneath you as you make your way up.

Suddenly you’re all too aware of the source of the crash.

Not Michael.

Definitely not Michael.

“You’ve made this easy on me,” Your blood goes completely cold as this stranger turns to you, gun pointed directly at you. Anything you could do or say is completely null. The situation, your body...It all feels frozen.

“Show me where you keep the real valuables.”

Slowly your body begins to unfreeze, and you force yourself to nod in response to the armed intruder.

There’s nothing but the pounding of your heart in your ears as you continue to your bedroom.

As soon as you make your way to the doorway the man grabs you roughly from behind, you can’t help the small scream that leaves your panicked lips at the sudden touch. “Where?”

“Under the bed.”

“Go.” He’s shoving the gun into your lower back, inspiring you to follow his commands, as, even through your shirt, you can feel the guns barrel.

You nod, risking a glance back at your captor.

Your breath hitches but...you relax.

Michael.

For real this time, it’s Michael, standing completely unnoticed domineeringly behind the armed man.

Even with his mask on as always, you can feel the intensity radiating off of him. The malevolent energy is so strong, you’re surprised the Intruder seems to be completely unaware it’s no longer the two of you.

“I said get the good shit!”

Finally you’re snapped out of your shock and relief, and you nod your head again. Crouching down you put on the facade of retrieving your safe from below the bed.

Michael doesn’t make you wait.

“What the-”

From your position you can’t tell what exactly Michael did, but the crashing of the gun on the ground is a relief, at least until you realize if it had fallen just right it could have easily gone off.

Still you quickly grab the gun with your shaking hands before rising to meet the scene before you.

This is the first time you’ve actually seen Michael in action.

Of course you know who Michael is, and what he does, but seeing it live….

Seeing it live is totally different.

Michael is holding the man in the air by his neck. You’re entranced watching the man's feet dangle uselessly, before pressing into Michael’s chest.

It doesn’t seem to matter how much he struggles or kicks, Michael doesn’t seem fazed at all.

Though you hate to admit it, there's something undeniably hot about Michael holding a struggling man in the air as if it’s the easiest thing in the world. The sight goes straight to your cock.

You’re so aroused-

You’re so entranced by Michael that you have to force your gaze away when it’s clear the struggling man is close to the end of his life.

His face is red, fingers desperately clawing at Michael’s hands as if it would somehow be enough to free him from the crushing grip.

You shut your eyes tightly.

In this moment you’re dangerously aware of everything going on in the room with you; the pounding of your frantic heart isn’t loud enough to block out the last struggles, and gasps of the man, nor do you miss the way it all suddenly stops.

This silence is immediately followed by a thump, the thump of Michael dropping the now dead man onto your bedroom floor.

Michael is…

You don’t know what he’s doing.

You tell yourself you’re not afraid of him, and yet...you find yourself unable to open your eyes.

The gun has grown warm in your now very nervous, sweaty hands.

With blood rushing in your ears you become hyper aware of your partly adrenaline, but mostly Michael caused boner, and the way that it’s straining painfully against the fabric of your pants.

A large hand, one that’s much larger than your own, develops your hand, the one holding the gun.

Slowly you open your eyes to find yourself face to face, or more accurately, face to chest, with Michael.

You watch Michael as he takes the gun from your grasp.

With his mask still on it’s nearly impossible to tell where Michael is looking, but it really seems like he’s staring at both the gun now in his hands, and at you as you watch him.

“Michael?” His name leaves your lips tentatively. You’re surprised by yourself, surprised by the fact there’s no waiver or tremble of fear noticeable in your voice.

His head tilts in a familiar response at your gentle call of his name, and now you’re sure you’ve gotten the man's full attention.

Briefly your eyes drop from Michael’s masked face to the dead body at your feet, before returning to the other man's covered face.

“Thank you…” After all, if Michael hadn’t intervened, it most likely would have been you dead on the floor.

There’s a hesitation, and then silence envelops you both once again.

Surprisingly, it’s Michael who ends the tension. A simple step forward is all it takes, before he’s pulling you close against his chest into a crushing embrace.

It’s odd.

You welcome the unusual affection, but it’s still odd.

Michael isn’t usually so...soft.

‘Maybe,’ you think, ‘He’d actually been worried.’

The hug is nice, but tight. You’re sure that’s because he’s unused to initiating such subtle affections.

You notice two things while in the hug though;

Michael is also hard, his cock straining the jumpsuit to press against your own while you embrace, and that Michael still has the gun.

It’s not pointed at you, of course, but you can feel it in his hand as he holds you.

Michael doesn’t break the hug.

As soon as you’d felt his erection you knew he likely wouldn’t.

The two of you, you’d done things like this before.

He is, to put it lightly, inexperienced, but he’s always been curious and eager.

Body kept flush against his own, you’re unable to do anything as he grinds his hips into your own as he desperately searches for friction.

A soft moan leaves your lips, and you have to keep from shuddering when you hear Michael give a deep inhale from within his latex mask.

The Shape doesn’t moan. In your experience, he never has, but you’ve learned how to tell Michael is enjoying himself.

You’ve learned to listen out for every deep breath, shuddering exhale, and low growl.

“Here,”

You take a step back, not missing the almost needy way that Michael tries to grip your shoulders in an attempt to keep you close.

“Let me help.”

Only you.

You’re the only person who could strip Michael Myers, and live to tell the tale.

His jumpsuit is easily removed, and no surprise to you, he’s completely bare underneath.

You leave the mask.

In all the time you’ve seen Michael, he’s only been maskless a handful of times, and every time it had been his own choice to remove it.

It’s a boundary.

A symbol of trust.

And no matter your relationship with the other man, you’re not about to overstep it.

Michael’s now completely naked aside from the mask, and his cock is standing at full attention.

It’s a full 7 ½ inches.

You watch as it bobs gently in anticipation as Michael gently adjusts his weight as he becomes used to the cool night air of your bedroom.

Like usual, this level of intimacy with Michael is prefaced by curiosity and need for relief.

It’s Michael’s pleasure that matters. It’s always been like that.

Despite the likeness of your bodies, you’re not sure Michael could pleasure you back, if he even knew how.

He pulls you in again, and you’re quick to fall into routine, dropping to your knees in front of the larger man.

There’s no waiting, no moment to catch your breath, Michael is straight to the point.

His scent quickly fills your senses as he lays his cock against your face.

He humps against it, rubbing the sweaty organ against your cheeks and nose, at one point you stop him as he’s getting dangerously close to thrusting into your eye.

You’re allowed a single deep breath before you take the head of his large cock into your mouth.

Not only is his musk overwhelming, but so is his taste.

Salt.

Sweat.

Skin.

Without thinking you moan wantonly around him, tongue wrapping around the head, licking his slit and the precum that had already started gathering there.

It’s only Michael who could get you to act in such a way.

To get you to act like an eager cock sucking whore, even knowing you’ll get nothing in return.

You’ve trained yourself to take his monster cock.

Or…

You’ve at least trained yourself to take most of it.

A gag still manages to leave your throat when your partner decides he’s had enough and wants more .

All it took was a single hard thrust for him to sheathe is aching member in your willing throat.

One day you think he may accidentally kill you with his cock.

Perhaps he’ll thrust too hard and accidentally puncture your esophagus.

Maybe he’ll just hold you far too tightly, far too close, as your mouth is filled, nose in the curls of his pubes unable to breath as he finishes.

The thought of dying by his cock...it makes your own twitch from it’s confines.

You’re so focused on your goal of taking the full 7 ½ inches in your mouth, that you don’t notice Michael shifting above you.

No, you’re left with no warning of what’s to come.

Metal presses softly to your cheeks, and instantly you freeze.

You begin taking short, panicked breaths of air through your nose, cock still clogging your airway, as you look up to Michael.

He’s just staring, no expression visible through the damned mask, and no real reaction to your stopping or to your very clear fear.

Instead of stopping, or showing any sort of intent, Michael just begins to gently trail the gun lower.

The steel traces down your jaw, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake, and eventually rests right under your chin.

You relax, if only slightly, knowing Michael won’t shoot with his dick in your mouth.

He’s been shot enough times now to know it hurts, and would likely know better than to shoot his own dick off.

However, this relief is short lived.

Once again Michael begins to move the gun away from your chin, down, and further down again, until at last it’s being pressed against the obvious tent in your pants.

There’s no way to keep in a moan at the feeling of something, anything, even a gun, touching your poor aching dick.

Any thoughts you had about what exactly Michael’s planning to do quickly leave your head as Michael gives a quick and sudden thrust.

It has you choking again.

Tears, snot, and drool leave you at the sudden extra strain.

You work faster on Michael’s cock, bobbing your head just right, moaning for the extra stimulation, all while the other man continues to prod your own member with a fucking gun.

You try to avoid thinking about the fear, and the arousal , this new addition to your routine is causing.

No, instead of thinking about that, and what it means about you as a person, you decide instead to focus on Michael.

All you’re thinking about is him, his cock, and how to make him cum.

It isn’t long until your efforts are rewarded, after all, despite his above average endowment, he’s never lasted very long.

Still,he seems to lose his load much faster than he usually does.

In an almost mockery of your earlier fantasy, your nose is forced into Michael’s unkempt pelvis, as your mouth, throat, and stomach are filled with his bitter cum.

The longer you go without air, hardly able to breathe even through your nose like this, the more you fear every part of your earlier fantasy is going to be fulfilled.

But…

Michael has mercy.

Once he’s finally beginning to soften up, he pulls himself entirely from your mouth.

For the moment you’ve forgotten the gun, now much more focused on your aching jaw, and swollen red lips.

Michael reminds you quickly though.

In your kneeling position, Michael has no trouble pushing you onto your back, especially now that you’re exhausted, unable to fight him.

All you can do against him is look up with confusion.

“Michael, what-”

You weren’t really expecting a response.

Of course the response you get isn’t verbal, no, Michael responds to your inquiries in a physical manner.

All you can do is moan in mixed pain and pleasure as he once again presses the gun against your erection, however this time...he’s much rougher than he’d been before.

It feels almost as if he’s trying to crush your cock.

Still it seems that for the first time your relationship with The Shape had become sexual, that he decided you were finally allowed to cum too.

He keeps you like that-

Splayed out on the floor in front of him, legs spread, all while you moan and write for him as he roughly outlines your cock with the tip of the gun.

He doesn’t stop.

Not until you cum.

And when it finally happens, when you finally cum, you’re filled with a mix of relief and humiliation.

Relief that Michael had finally moved the gun away, not just from your genitals, but from you entirely.

Humiliation at the fact you’d cum without a real human touch.

Humiliation at just how hard you’d cum due to going without for so long...and the mess you’d eventually have to clean out of your underwear.

Although you can’t see his face, you can feel the smug aura radiating off of Michael.

He’s clearly proud of what he’s done today, and you have a feeling he’s not going to let you forget this exact encounter any time soon.

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orobaxi · 5 years ago

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dominant zhongli & a reader who’s been unintentionally busy — headcanons. requested by the lovely @xiaoisms. nsfw txt utc, dfab (yet gender neutral) reader.

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the last time he felt this strongly for someone was… how long had it been since she passed…? well, that doesn’t matter now – he has you, after all. however, he’s gone millennia without loving or being truly loved, so his lack of romantic & emotional prowess is almost expected.

from his abnormally stiff hugs that took months to finally become truly relaxed & comfortable to stumbling over his words when you smile at him; it’s quite adorable to see the six-thousand-year-old archon in such a terribly lovesick state. at first glance, though, you wouldn’t expect him to have a darker, possessive side to him.

he secretly loathes the fact that you’re spending far more time adventuring than you are with him, & his mind constantly wanders to the worst possible outcomes. for example, he knows you would never cheat on him, yet the thought lingers in the back of his mind whenever you aren’t around. while zhongli knows these thoughts are irrational, he can never seem to stop them, & they occasionally completely overwhelm him. right now is one such time.

& that’s how you found yourself lying on the mattress, your wrists pinned above your head as he towered over your shaking form. his amber eyes shone with an array of indistinguishable emotions, yet the rest of his face was almost expressionless. you suppose he’s become talented at concealing his true emotions from the millennia he’s spent as the geo archon…

a sudden “ahem” forced you out of your thoughts, & your gaze snapped up to meet his intense one as his grip on your wrists tightened further. “i can’t help but feel as if you’re… unsatisfied with me. do i need to prove my love for you, [y/n]?” he hummed a bit too calmly, moving one of his hands to brush against your ribcage. “why would you th–” “did you think that i wouldn’t notice your sudden fondness for adventuring? leaving me alone for days on end with little explanation, coming home to give me a quick hug & kiss before you leave me again? surely you don’t take me for that much of a fool, dearest,” he abruptly pinched your nipple, letting out a small chuckle upon hearing your surprised squeak, “is there something happening between us? or, should i say, between you & someone else?”

the moment he noticed your confusion, he almost began to feel bad about what he was going to do to you. peppering your face with light kisses, he quietly asked if you were alright with this before he continued any further.

after you gave your consent, he gave you a small smile & let your wrists free before he positioned himself between your legs. forcing your thighs apart with his calloused hands as your fingers tangled themselves in his hair, languid kisses trailing over your cunt through your underwear.

as he ripped off your underwear, you silently cursed yourself for spending so much mora on them – in your defense, though, you didn’t know that he could act this way. a surprised gasp left your lips & your grip on his hair tightened as he began to swirl his tongue around your clit in a clockwise motion. occasionally, he’d stop to lightly suck on it instead, quietly moaning for you in the interim. soon, though, he moved one of your thighs to sit on his shoulder so he had a free hand to further pleasure you with.

the amount of care & love he was giving you was oddly suspicious, especially considering that he was interrogating you earlier. however, you found those thoughts slowly escaping you as he inserted two fingers inside of you – it was amazing that he was able to maintain the same steady pace on your clit while his fingers ravaged you in search of your g-spot.

& when he finally found it, you came almost immediately – legs shaking & thighs squeezing his head, pulling his hair to force him closer to you, & repeatedly moaning his name… it’d normally be a heavenly sight for the man. however, his further plans for you entailed a sexually broken side of you, & he couldn’t fucking wait to see you in such a state.

as he wiped the excess cum off of his face, you noticed his uncharacteristically devilish smirk – & that he still had almost all of his clothes on. with a gentle tug at his coat, though, he quickly removed it – throwing it across the room with reckless abandon, & his undershirt soon followed…

pounding into you, one hand gently wrapped around your neck while the other toyed with your clit. overstimulated tears rolling down your cheeks as you spasmed around his cock for the third– or was it fourth?– time in a row. hickies scattered along your collarbone & chest, placed there so that you’d be reminded of this night whenever you changed or bathed for the next week or so; surprisingly tender kisses placed along your jawline as his pace increased. your fingernails raking up his back, damn near lacerating him in the process; moaning his name & begging him to give you a break because it’s too much, but both of you knew that if you really needed him to stop, you would’ve said the safeword by now.

squeezing your neck, growling out an almost inaudible “who do you belong to?” voice quivering as you answered, hands gently wrapped around his wrist. “good, good. say it again,” he hummed, pace slowing once more – & you knew that he was aware that you were on the brink of yet another orgasm, & that he was doing this to ensure your compliance. who were you to deny an archon?

“i belong to you zh–zhongli, please–! fuck, please– i’m yours, i’m yours! please!” “please what, darling? i’m afraid that i’m not sure what you want.” “please don’t stop– please, please– i need to cum, please–!” “hmm. you don’t need to, [y/n],” he groaned as he felt you tighten around him once more, & he increased his pace again, “i think you deserve it, though. go on, love. cum for me.”

& as you came for the final time, so did he. moaning & panting your name as he emptied himself inside of you, quietly praising you & giving you passionate kisses all the while.

#[ 1k words babey ! ill write a dmab gn reader if yall want tho ]#zhongli #zhongli x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #seth.req #smut

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strawberryinserts · 3 years ago

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I want every reader insert writer to know if u write gender neutral/masc reader (without assuming dmab) I'm kissing you on the mouth /p

#kj speaks #/p is platonic btw ^_^#I've just been thinking and dude #I do wish there were more fics for transmasc readers and trans guy readers #But for those that do gender neutral I love uu ily #I've gotten used to just rewriting fics in my head while I read so I'm not as bothered by cis woman reader inserts #But finding someone that doesn't automatically make everything for cis ppl..mwah mwah mwah #The writers that do masc reader and don't take that to mean dmab cis man? Marry me.#trans selfship

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library-of-ohara · 3 years ago

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Ohara Masterlist

Hello! Here is a master list of all the works created on Ohara during the month we have been open. Every writer is tagged/linked and if they have a k-o-f-i in case you would like to tip them we have included that also! Thank you!

Remember to give everyone a follow <3 Also, I've done some warnings [ie gender sfw/n.sfw] but pay attention to each authors warnings!]

KEY: GN - Gender Neutral Reader F - Female pronouns used M - Male prounouns used DFAB - Female bodied reader/ no pronouns DMAB - Male bodied reader/no pronouns

PART TWO

++Ann [@fire-fist-ann]++ Yandere Sabo [N/SFW - DFAB]

++Ares [@lawscorazon]++ [Tip Them Here <3] Sweet Tooth - Perospero [N/SFW/DFAB] Reunion - Kid [SFW GN] Sucking On Their Tits - Zoro [N/SFW-GN] Washing Machine Heart - Zoro [SFW-GN]

++Bee [@secretsnailor]++ [Tip Them Here <3] Foot Fetish - Zoro [N/SFW-GN] Spending A Day Together - Kid [SFW- GN ] Confessing Feelings - Deuce [SFW -GN] Yandere Marco [N/SFW-DFAB]

++Didi [@usopp-writes]++ Words of affirmation - Corazon [SFW - GN] Childhood friends to lovers - Franky [SFW-GN] Reader wearing sexy clothes for him - Izou [N/SFW-GN] Smut glorious smut - Izou [N/SFW-F] Bath time - Izou [SFW-GN] Helping stressed out reader - Law [SFW-GN] Comforting a depressed reader [SFW-GN] With reader who has dyslexia - Mihawk [SFW- F] Sengoku Losing Corazon [Canon/No ship] Shower Sex - Thatch [N/SFW - GN] Self Care Day - Thatch/Marco/Ace [SFW-GN] Accidental Boner - Thatch/Marco [N/SFW - GN] Reader taking a hit for them and dying - Thatch/Kid/Killer/Ace [SFW-GN] Reader wearing a necklace with their initial - Ace/Shanks/Rayleigh/Law [SFW-GN] The akazaya reacting to reader having a crush [SFW-GN] Comforting a reader - Roger/Rayleigh [SFW-GN] Reader fusisng over them after a big fight - Franky/Croc [GN-SFW] Helping reader with past trauma - Marco/Kid [GN-SFW] Reacting to reader being pregnant - Ace/Luffy/Sabo [SFW-DFAB] Reactions to reader rescuing kittens - Thatch x Izou poly [SFW-GN] How they cuddle/sleep - Haruta/Garp/Zoro/Whitebeard [SFW-GN] Reacting to a reader having a crush -Kid/Thatch/Smoker [SFW-GN]

++Eevee [@smoleeveewrites]++ Too Much - Ace [N/SFW- DFAB] The Look - Sabo [SFW-F]

++Franky [@cyborg-franky]++ [Tip Them Here <3]

Pokemon AU - Ace [SFW] Happy Birthday! - Ace [SFW-GN] One Night Stand - Ace [N/SFW-GN] Silly cute nicknames - Ace/Marco/Thatch [SFW-GN] Sharing a bed/sleep/cuddle with - Ace/Marco [SFW-GN] Love Rivals - Ace/Marco -poly- [SFW-GN] Ace didn't die AU - Ace and Sabo [SFW] Confessing Feelings - Deuce [SFW-GN] Hit with a 'Truth Truth' fruit - Law/Kid [SFW-GN] Reaction to reader getting a tattoo - Law [SFW-GN] Helping reader study - Law [SFW-GN] Pokemon AU - Marco [SFW] Getting an accidental boner - Marco/Thatch [N/SFW -GN] After an argument - Marco [SFW-GN] With a S/O who became immortal - Marco [SFW-GN] Reader with a huge crush on them - Marco [SFW-GN] Yandere Harpy Marco - [N/SFW- GN] Fighting over the same person - Sanj/Zoro [SFW-GN] Yandere Sabo - [N/SFW - DFAB] Reacting to self harm scars - Sanji [SFW-GN] Reacting to a reader who reads minds - Strawhats [SFW-GN] Spening a morning with - Thatch [SFW-GN] Reaction to being called 'pops' in bed - Whitebeard Pirates [N/SFW-GN] The Morning After - Whitebeard Pirates [N/SFW-GN] Holding Hands Headcanons - Whitebeard Pirates [SFW-GN] One Piece Chars Playing A Horror Game Grocery shopping headcanons -Law/Thatch/Sanji/Robin [SFW-GN]

++Lemon [@eustasssimp]++ [Tip Them Here <3] S/O gets kidnapped - Barto [SFW-GN] Fussing over an injury - Barto/Thatch [SFW-GN] Words of affirmation - Corazon [SFW-GN] Looking after a sick S/O -Corazon [SFW-GN] Quality time with s/o - Franky [SFW-GN] Comparing Hand sizes - Kid/Killer [SFW-GN] Having a fight with S/O -Kid/Killer [SFW-GN] Sharing the same bed -Kid/Thatch/Barto [SFW-GN] Having a sociable S/O - Kid [SFW-GN] After losing his arm - Kid [SFW-GN] Jealous headcanons - Kid [SFW-GN] Playing a horro game - Kid/Mihawk/Barto/Buggy [SFW] Taking a bath together - Kid [SFW-GN] With someone with an obvious crush - Kid/Thatch/Smoker [SFW-GN] Reader feels under appreciated - Mihawk [SFW-GN] Grocery shopping headcanons - Robin/Thatch/Sanji/Law [SFW-GN] With S/O who sews - Sanji/Perona [SFW-GN] Trying to show physical affection - Smoker [SFW-GN] Comfort headcanons - Smoker [SFW-GN] Handholding Headcanons - Strawhats/Whitebeards/Roger pirates [SFW-GN]

++Lale [@childofblackmaria]++

Sister reader platonic with - Ace/Sabo/Luffy [PLATONIC] With a S/O trained in martial arts - Corazon/Kid/Sabo/Smoker [SFW-GN] Accidental expositionist - Kaido [N/SFW-GN] Confessing feelings - The Akazaya [SFW-GN] Wake Up Alone - Rayleigh [SFW-GN] Moaning out the wrong name during sex - Roger/Rayleigh/Kaido/Garp [N/SFW-GN] Holding Hands - Roger/Rayleigh/Gaben [SFW-GN] Comforting reader with a heavy heart - Smoker [SFW-GN] Maid Cafe of DILFs Sharing A Bed - Yamato/Kiku/Denjiro [SFW-GN]

#ohara library #one piece x reader insert #one piece reader inserts #one piece x you #one piece imagine #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #masterlist

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imaginefe · 7 years ago

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Tbh I do kinda mind for the female characters, but i'd also be very ok with it all being pretty ambigious. But in the end, it's your decision

Thanks for the response nonnie! I’ll keep reading your guys’ responses as I decide on how to handle this!

#answers #hey this specific nonnie tho!#do you mean you prefer a dmab reader for female characters?#notwriting

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cupidcreates · 3 years ago

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-Basement Bird-

MHA Kinktober 2022 - Day 1

🎃🦇🍂Prompt - Captive🍂🦇🎃

The National Hybrid Conservation Service has classified all Half-Human hybrids as endangered. Interference with them or their natural habitats is an automatic life sentence with no possibility of parole. This law is the only thing keeping you from showing off your captive

Reader x Keigo

Tags: 18+ Content / Monsterfucking / Implied Murder / Gore Mention / Consumption of a Body / Explicit Sexual Content

- Reader Insert - Race Ambiguous Reader - They/Them Reader - DFAB and DMAB Smut Variants -

You quickly unlock your front door, slip inside, and close it behind you with an ominous snap. You’re quick to latch it slightly and the resounding click echoes through the empty halls of your home. Only once inside do you allow yourself to relax and slump against the thick wooden surface, the last duffel bag slipping off your tired shoulder and falling to the floor with a wet thump.

You know you can’t let the bag sit there for too long - not unless you want to add bleaching blood out of your floorboards to your to-do list - but you know you deserve just a moment of reprieve after the night you’ve had.

The heaviest bags have already been secured and moved to the basement bathroom, where they can leak in relative peace. After a year and a half of doing this you know you’ve got a few minutes before his excitement overcomes his patience. He’ll be wanting his dinner soon, if the low rumbling rising from beneath the floor was anything to go by, and the sooner you get it to him the sooner the evidence of tonight can be properly disposed of.

Shouldering the bag you quickly make your way to the basement stairs, not bothering to turn on the lights as you move through the house. You know your house well enough to maneuver around the furniture, and it’s not like you’ll be coming back upstairs tonight anyways.

You unlock the heavy padlock on the basement door, press your keycard to the reader, and type the 13 digit passcode into the keypad. The door swings open and you descend the basement stairs without bothering to close it, if anyone was able to get into your house and down the stairs, they had little chance of making it back out.

As you approach the second door at the foot of the stairs you can’t help but grow frustrated, not only at your nosy (former) co-worker but also at the inevitable lie you’ll have to weave into your already tangled web of deceit. Monoma didn’t make a habit of consistency in the workplace, so at the very least you’ve got about a week to come up with an alibi to cover your ass.

It was unlikely you’d be implicated in his disappearance, his litigious ex-wife would be the primary suspect, but it’s too much to ask that the camera’s didn’t catch you leaving work together and driving off in the same direction. After all, that was how Monoma came to suspect you of foul play in the first place, the nosy cockhead.

It was a problem for another day, you decided as you drew level with the second door. It was just as heavy as the first but lacked any sort of locking system, more of an obligatory thing than an actual precaution. Pushing it open you’re hit with the musty stench of old blood and wet fabric, making you recoil. Regardless of how long you’ve been doing this, the smell of the basement always curdles your blood.

The room was completely dark, save for the small sliver of light leaking out from the ever so slightly ajar door to the bathroom, and the dull glow of the tv you left turned on in the far corner. You always had the channel set to some wildlife station, it was the only one that kept him from getting restless.

Soft rustling noises and a low purring rose from the darkness, though you couldn’t see him you knew he was watching you intently. You moved slowly but with confidence to the center of the room, towards the pull chain dangling from the ceiling illuminated just enough to be visible. Giving it one gentle tug you click on the light and the room is flooded with an off-white light from the singular light bulb.

The room is as bland as one might expect from a basement, every surface is concrete and the decor, if it could even be called that, is sparse. There’s the aforementioned television with an old and stained couch sat before it, an old dresser with uneven legs, and a king-sized bed who’s frame and mattress were both covered in gouges. Flung halfway off the bed was a duvet and atop said duvet lay the head of a stuffed moose, its body not immediately visible.

Turning around you find Keigo just as you’d expected to find him, sitting just outside the bathroom door watching you with over-bright golden eyes. The hypnotic gaze steals the breath from your lungs, and as you draw near you reach your hand out to him. He places his face in your palm, soft cheek brushing your fingers as a deep rumbling purr reverberates from his chest.

You run your other hand through his windswept blonde hair, carding through the soft locks and massaging his scalp. His eyes roll up into the back of his head as he relaxes into your touch.

He’s just as beautiful now as he was the day you met him, black and gold markings adorning his handsome face around his eyes, cheeks, forehead, and jaw. You admired how his lithe and muscular human form transitioned smoothly into the digitigrade legs of a feathered beast.

If you had to liken him to a mythological creature, a harpy would be the first that came to mind. The feathers along his legs, wings, and cat-like tail were bright red and fluttered as you continued to stroke his face. His hands came up to grip your wrists, long black talons digging into your flesh just slightly and making you wince.

His grip was strong, and you admired the dark flesh of his forearms as he flexed them. The skin there was just as black as his nails, as if he had dipped them halfway up in ink and then let the dark liquid run down to his elbow. The darkness was only broken up by gold markings that glittered in the soft light.

His patience finally lost to his excitement and he removed his face from your hands, turning to slip through the bathroom door with a grace unexpected of a beast so large. You took a moment to mourn the loss of his soft hair under your fingers before following him into the small room.

His wings fill the room so you have to maneuver carefully so as not to trod on them as you make your way to the bathtub. He’s sniffing curiously at the duffel bags you left there, the smell of fresh blood making him trill excitedly. He reaches in and lifts a bag experimentally, as if weighing it’s worth before making a decision. Keigo has a kind of power about him, not just physically but in presence as well; you can’t help but feel small in every way when you’re around him.

As you lay the final bag down in the bathtub you recall your first meeting, when he decided you’d be more useful to him as a mate rather than as dinner. He’d picked you up so easily, as if you weighed nothing, and pinned you to the forest floor even easier. His wings and legs kept your limbs from breaking free as he’d used his clawed hands to reach under your shirt and-

A sudden ripping noise snaps you back to reality. Keigo has gotten impatient with your daydreaming and has begun shredding the heaviest duffel bag, his razor sharp claws ripping through the fabric with ease. Through the hole in the material a torso dressed in a blood soaked white polo is visible, the red liquid bursts forth and spills over Keigo’s forearms and hands.

“Hey, hey now,” you say as you lay your hands on his shoulders and gently push him back from the edge of the tub, “Don’t ruin all my bags, we might need them again. Let me get it open for you.”

You begin unzipping the bags as Keigo licks at the blood covering his hands and arms. Dismembered body parts tumble out and paint the bottom of the basin red. Two arms and a head from one bag, a pair of legs cut into segments from another, and Monoma’s entire torso and hip bone in the last. Once empty you move the blood soaked bags to the end of the bathtub and perch yourself on the edge, letting Keigo have full access to the gore.

Keigo leans over the edge and examines the body, now reunited with itself, and dithers. Spoiled for choice he appears to have a hard time deciding where to start, but you know he’ll begin with an arm like he always does. Sure enough after a moment or two he picks up the predicted appendage, sniffs it, and sinks his razor sharp teeth into the pale flesh. He rips a chunk of meat off and chews slowly, deep rumbling purrs reverberating from his chest again.

You watched him quickly dispose of the arm, consuming the meat entirely in just a matter of minutes. The bones of the hand and arm are dropped back into the tub - the fingers having been swallowed whole - and the second arm is retrieved. He sits back on his haunches and eats contentedly, at this rate it wouldn’t take more than half an hour or so for the meat and intestines to be devoured. A few days more and the bones will be gnawed on so completely they’ll be reduced to dust, as had been the case every other time.

It was only once Keigo ripped the flesh from Monoma’s face that you decided to let him eat in peace. You’d seen him do it before and every time it got less shocking, but that didn’t mean you enjoyed seeing a face get decimated piece by piece.

You made yourself comfortable on the couch, letting the wildlife program play without really taking any of it in. Something or another about African Wild Dogs, it didn’t matter really, you knew what you were waiting for.

Only when that program ended and a new one about rain-forest animals started did you feel a feather gently caress your face. Looking over you spotted Keigo lazing belly-up on the bed, gazing at you with a soft contented look on his face. His belly had distended from the amount of food he ate and his claws and face were still caked in dried blood. The upside to all of this was that you wouldn’t have to let Keigo out to hunt for a few days, Monoma was large enough to sustain him for about 48 hours.

You rose from the couch and approached him, unable to keep your pace steady as excitement began to thrum through your veins. You kneel in front of the bed and pull a small box out from under it, moving the body of the stuffed moose you find the packet of wet wipes stored within. You clean the blood from Keigo’s mouth and chin, careful not to rub too vigorously, and wipe his hands and arms clean. Keigo rumbles contentedly as you wash him, snuffling when you determine his sufficient and give him a kiss on the cheek.

You shove the box back under the bed and lift yourself up onto the mattress, pushing the duvet out of the way and facing Keigo. He pulls himself into a sitting position and nuzzles your neck, licking a long strip up your skin and causing goosebumps to erupt from your flesh. His hands come up to grip your arms with a practiced gentleness and he guides you to him, moving back to lay against the pillows and pull you on top of him. His mouth never leaves your neck and you can feel his sharp jagged teeth graze you.

DFAB VARIANT

You shudder as you straddle him, you can feel his cock hardening underneath you and feel the molten hot flame of arousal erupt in the pit of your stomach. You pull away just enough to remove his mouth from your neck and press your lips to his, groaning as his tongue immediately slips between your lips to tangle itself around your own. The pressure in your groin is too much and you grind it against him to try and relieve some of it. He matches your motion and thrusts up into you, fully erect cock smearing precome onto your shirt and leaking onto his taut stomach.

You’ve done this so many times that by now it’s routine. It’s not long before you’re stripped of your top and pants; You know you don’t have to take the top off, but doing so frequently saves it from being shredded in the ensuing frenzied fucking, and you only have so many shirts.

Keigo whines and humps up into you, cock now sliding along your weeping cunt. He’s clearly pent up and you feel a momentary twinge of guilt for keeping him held captive down here. It can’t be fun for him to only be allowed to hunt once a week or so, but you also know if he was truly unhappy he could have killed you and escaped long ago.

As you press the head of his cock to your cunt and lower yourself onto him, you think you may know why he hasn’t tried to leave yet.

Keigo throws his head back and groans, arching up to bury himself as deeply in you as possible. He speaks words of lust in a deep, guttural, and rudimentary language that you don’t understand. You’ve tried to communicate with him before, of course you have, but your attempts never seem to get you anywhere. Especially since Keigo can’t be in your presence for too long without succumbing to the need to breed you within an inch of your life.

You grind your hips in a circle, letting yourself adjust to the feeling of being so full, before rising up slowly and falling back down. He shudders and whines and meets you thrust for thrust, hands moving to grip your hips and guide you down.

You balance yourself with one hand on his abdomen and use your other to rub circles around your clit, shocks of pleasure shoot up your spine as you grind your fingers around the puffy nub and Keigo’s cockhead hits your g-spot.

You feel your pace stuttering as your orgasm builds, so focused on your own pleasure you don’t notice Keigo’s tail slipping around your waist until it’s tightened around you. You feel yourself being lifted up and nearly off Keigo’s cock as he re-adjusts his position and slams you back down onto him. He’s left your one arm free to touch yourself but you’re now completely at his mercy as he fucks himself into you.

You feel his legs shuddering under you and know he’s just as close as you are. You roll your hips best you can and tense up just as he moans and stills, spilling inside of you. The hot cum flooding your insides sends you over the edge and your body shakes as your orgasm washes over you, wave after wave of pleasure crashing against you and leaving you weak.

You relax and slump forward as his tail unwinds and allows you to lay on his chest, panting and recovering from aftershocks. He wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head, wings rising up to envelop the pair of you in a bright red feathered cocoon. Rumbling purrs emit once again from his chest, as he runs his claws up and down your back. It’s not hard enough to break skin, but it will certainly leave marks.

You might have him held captive here, but he’s got you equally as ensnared.

DMAB VARIANT

You’ve done this so many times that by now it’s routine. It’s not long before you’re stripped of your top and pants and properly lubed; You know you don’t have to take the top off, but doing so frequently saves it from being shredded in the ensuing frenzied fucking, and you only have so many shirts.

Keigo whines and humps up into you, cock now sliding along yours. He’s clearly pent up and you feel a momentary twinge of guilt for keeping him held captive down here. It can’t be fun for him to only be allowed to hunt once a week or so, but you also know if he was truly unhappy he could have killed you and escaped long ago.

As you press the head of his cock to your hole and lower yourself onto him, you think you may know why he hasn’t tried to leave yet.

You balance yourself with one hand on his abdomen and use your other to stroke your cock, shocks of pleasure shoot up your spine as you thrust up into your fist and Keigo’s cockhead hits your prostate.

You feel his legs shuddering under you and know he’s just as close as you are. You roll your hips best you can and tense up just as he moans and stills, spilling inside of you. The hot cum flooding your insides sends you over the edge and your body shakes as you paint his stomach white, wave after wave of pleasure crashing against you and leaving you weak.

You might have him held captive here, but he’s got you equally as ensnared.

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yandere-mc-yt · 4 years ago

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Could I request Foolish, Fundy, Phil, and Jschlatt with a hyper sexual darling? Like they try to use that to manipulate them? Honestly I use sex to cope so could this be smut? Either male or gn I don't really mind!!

Have a great day!!!

As someone that's hypersexual too and uses sex and related to cope? Same hat?

Warnings: Yandere Themes, possessiveness, NSFW hypersexuality, sex repulsion mentioned, sexual abuse mentioned, delusions implied, ableism implied(?), sexual coercion mentioned, sex toys mentioned, manipulation mentioned, dubious consent mentioned, canon trans character, dmab!reader, gn!pronouns used

Foolish

As attracted to his darling as he is, Foolish doesn't like the idea of taking advantage of his darling's hypersexuality.... as much as he REALLY wants to.

Well its okay as long as they come to him first right? If they ask him to touch them and to fuck them, its okay...?

Foolish wpuld be very gentle, only doing so much as his darling wants, when they want it, if they want him to. He doesn't like overstepping intimate boundaries with his darling.

Fundy

He almost doesn't hesitate to take advantage of his darling when he learns they're hypersexual. ALMOST. I headcanon that Fundy might be hypersexual due to various trauma so he's very understanding but would be very down for wanting intimacy becuase of it.

While Fundy wouldn't force himself on his darling, he will try to coerce them into indulging with him. He's the same so its okay right?

If they let him, it'll all be service. Fundy will get so much sexual gratification from being used, even if his darling doesn't fuck him and use his mouth or hands, he's getting off from making them cum. He personally isn't fond of being penetrated but if its his darling? He's down!

Ph1lza

Absolutely takes advantage of it- thinks of it like some sort of divine reason they were meant to be his. Like who else could satiate them like he could?

He'd use all sorts of chastity devices to prove his point that they can't get off without him and that only he can make them "feel better".

If his darling is begging and grinding on him, he's going to make them cum over and over again until it too much.... and then keep going. They asked for this.

Jschlatt

I also headcanon him as someone that's hypersexual and uses it as an excuse to fuck with his darling all the time. He makes up a lot of excuses about it being for intimacy, because he's "sick" too, that they need to do this, ect.

Unlike the others on this list, the sex is exclusively for getting him off most of the time. Only in his vulnerable moments, is it less brutal fucking and nore genuine intimacy.

Despite all the sex and hypersexuality, Schlatt actually tends to regret it afterwards and even experences repulsion, even if he wanted it. Doesn't stop him from fucking them over and over again though.

#anon ask #yandere foolish #yandere fundy #yandere philza #yandere jschlatt #yandere dsmp #yandere dream smp #dsmp smut

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felswritingfire · 4 years ago

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Give us shirtless Cu cuddling headcanons. I wish for chest pillows. Male/DMAB reader preferred but not required

I KNOW WHO THIS IS 😤😤😤😤

Also, I'm just gonna go with my good boys Cas and Blu (Lancer) would be the two most likely candidates for offering the titty pillows djdkkd

Cuddling Caster Cu and using his titties as pillows:

"Huh? You wanna cuddle?" He leans against his staff, his ruby eyes twinkling with mirth. "What a needy master I have, hmm?"

Having the blessed opportunity to cuddle with Cas is amazing in of itself since A) he's warm, B) he smells really nice and soothing (a forest just after it rained and sage) and C) he's got some titties

Now, his titties are not as big as his Lancer or his Berserker counter part but he still has an amazing set.

What's even better is that his favorite cuddling position is laying you on his chest while he holds you- it makes him feel like he's protecting you, even if you're taller or more muscular/bulkier than him.

He also likes to feel the weight of you on top of him in general. It's comforting.

He also prefers to cuddle without shirts on because he genuinely loves the skin-on-skin contact. But if you're not as enthused by it as he is- he'll be slightly disappointed, but he won't complain.

As long he as you lay on him. He'll pout if you don't.

Cuddles tend to be a decompressing time for both you and Cas. It's just the two of you in your room, basking in each other's presence.

But it also leads to some tender conversations:

It's nice; the way his callused finger tips trace up and down your spine in a lazy manner. His gentle breathing lulling you into a stupor. "Hey, Cas," you mutter.

He hums, his chin nuzzling down into your hair. "Yes, Master?"

"Thank you."

"For what?"

You press your cheek into the plushness of his pecs, your eyes slipping shut as you take a deep breath and then let out a sigh. "For taking care of me."

He smiles, humming while squeezing you closer to him.

Cuddling with Blue (Lancer) and using his titties as pillows:

"What? Cuddling?" His eyes sparkle, already grabbing your arm and dragging you towards your room. "Sure! We both deserve a little treat, don't we, Master?"

Absolute cuddle monster- he may love to drag you out and about for a hike or just a quick jog, but his second favorite thing is cuddling! He's arguably one of the Cu counterpart that loves cuddles the most (of course Cas would fight him for that title, but I digress).

His titties have more hard muscles than Cas does since he waves his damn lance every chance he gets. They may be firmer, but they're still sooooo comfy to lay on.

He prefers a spooning position where he's the big spoon, but he won't complain about being the little one. He just likes being a big spoon because he likes squeezing you to his chest.

He won't complain if you want to lay on his chest though. He'll laugh if you press your face into them, patting your head as he leans back.

He's another one that likes skin on skin contact, but won't force you if you get uncomfy about it.

Your cuddle conversations with Blue tend to lean more towards just mindless chatter, something casual as he tries to get you to laugh:

"You should have saw it today, Master! That damn Goldie ended up in a tree the Chimera slapped him so far!"

You smile as his chest rumbles with his own laughter. You hum in response as his fingers threading through your hair, lulling you into a sleep.

"Hey," he looks down at you, pouting, "you ain't fallin' asleep on me are you?"

"Tryin' not to." You mumble, blinking slowly and fighting the sleep that makes your eyelids so heavy.

He looks at you for a bit, a warm feeling spreads through the gaps of his ribs and before he knows it, he's smiling down at you. "Yeah, I guess it's OK if you sleep-" He squeezes you close to him, nuzzling his cheek against your head- "such a great master deserves it after all, huh?"

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cyborg-franky · 4 years ago

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Kinktober 2021

Hello! I know it’s only August, but I thought I’d prep my Kinktober list ready. I am going to be doing a Halloween/Fall inspired list for people who prefer fluff/SFW. Basically, I compiled a list of things I’d want to write so nothing is off limits from this list.

It’s first come first serve for each prompt. I won’t be doing more then THREE per CHARACTER so if I get three Ace’s then no one else can pick Ace so maybe ask for a first and a second choice. I DO write yandere and dub/non con topics( some characters I don't see being this way but try me) I also write for DMAB and DFAB bodies.

So give me a first and second choice of prompt and up to three characters in preference order!

Here is THE LIST

These will all be N/SFW

AN: Changed a few prompts [none that had been taken don't worry]

UPDATED: 22nd Aug

ALL SLOTS TAKEN [Thank you all very much and here's too a very smutty spooky season <3]

Male Reader Female Reader NB/GN Reader ===========

1. Humiliation Buggy 2. Threesome Kid/Law 3. Collar Boa 4. Dress Up Mihawk 5. Bondage Sir Crocodile 6. Size kink Sir Crocodile 7. Blackmail Doffy 8. Marking [bite] Zoro 9. Wax play Sabo 10. Abuse of power Shiryu 11. Cock warming Doffy 12. Dom/Sub Sanji 13. Rough Rayleigh 14. Demon ritual summing AU Law 15. Punishment Kid 16. Hate Fucking Kid 17. Drunk/One Night Stand Shanks 18. Role Reversal Marco 19. Object insertion Buggy 20. Watersports Sanji 21. Dom/Sub - Rayleigh 22. Sleepy sex Ace 23. Marking - Sabo 24. Toys Zoro 25. Pegging Sabo 26. Cream pie Shanks 27. God complex Doffy 28. Monster fucking AU Ace 29. public Sanji 30. Stuck in wall Shanks 31. Cream pie Marco

Ace: II Boa: I Buggy: II Croc: II Doffy: III NO MORE DOFFY Kid: III NO MORE KID Law: II Marco: II Rayleigh: II Sabo: II Sanji: III NO MORE SANJI Shanks: III NO MORE SHANKS Shiryu: I Zoro: II

#kinktober #kinktober list #one piece x reader #one piece reader insert #ace x reader #sanji x reader #law x reader #zoro x reader #sabo x reader #one piece n/sfw #n/sfw #shanks x reader #eustass kid x reader

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wri0thesley · 7 years ago

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Giogio with a boyfriend who feels kinda down on christmas, and needs a little lift, possibly with alot of romantic affection💕?

Anonymous said:small scenario (since i dont want you to work too hard!) where giorno and their male s/o are cuddling after a wild christmas party and they have lots of deep conversations? 👀

i combined these two because they’re fairly similar! sorry for angsting at your second request, anon! <3

Sometimes, if you’ve been working at something for long enough, it finally coming to fruition can feel like a letdown. That’s how you’re feeling right now, leant against Giorno’s chest, his hands playing with your hair.

He doesn’t like you to get too involved in his business. The shadier dealings of Passione are generally not things that you’re allowed to be privy to; although you know that when Mista leaves Giorno’s office with a determined look in his eye he’s almost certainly been given a target, Giorno would never talk about it with you and clams up when you try and push him. As far as he’s concerned, you’re separate from Passione - get too involved with it, and he risks losing you. You’re too precious for that.

You sometimes hate not being allowed to see what’s going on in his day to day life, feeling like you’re not really a part of it - so when he’d asked you to help him organize the Passione winter ball, you’d jumped at the chance to feel included. Giorno can be a little over the top about these things, concerned with the kind of flowers and the make of the suits that you two are wearing; that he trusted you enough to have you involved with something that you know he cares deeply about had meant a lot.

So you’d thrown yourself into it. You and Giorno had planned every little detail, obsessed about it for months, done everything you could to ensure that everyone invited left Don Giovanna’s Winter Ball gushing about how perfect it was. And now that it’s over-- now that it’s over, you find yourself feeling rather empty.

It’s not like anything had gone badly. Everyone had left, just as you’d wanted, gushing over what a good time they’d had and the beautiful decor and the wonderful food. But you couldn’t help looking at Giorno, with his usual slight mafioso smile, all business, and worry.

At times like this, you’re reminded that Giorno is important. That his life beside yours is fleeting; any moment, he could be knocked from the head of Passione, usurped like he usurped the former boss of Passione. And the people around you - all so beautiful, all so shimmering, all so assured of themselves - none of them were like you. Why did Giorno keep you around when you could never hope to measure up to them?

“You seem distracted,” Giorno says, voice level, hands still stroking through your hair with slow, even movements. Even this doesn’t serve to calm you - you wonder if he’s really seeing you. Is he wishing it were someone else he were with right now? Someone nicer or funnier or more handsome, someone who he feels is worthy of him?

“I guess I’m just sad it’s over,” you say, voice guarded. You ought to know better than to try and conceal things from Giorno - he can absolutely read you like a book, and before you know it you’re being gently propelled up, one of his hands on your back, so you turn around and face him.

“I know that’s not it,” Giorno says, and you try and avoid his gaze, but are foiled as so many before you have been. Giorno’s natural charm is too much for everyone - it’s definitely too much for you, who’d lay your heart down at his feet for him to step on if he felt like it. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“It’s nothing,” you say. “I suppose - maybe the festive period is just getting to me.”

Giorno frowns, moving his hand to cup your face, the touch of his hand and fingers on your skin comforting you even though your mind is still racing.

“We’re going to have a wonderful Christmas,” he tells you. “Just you and me.”

“Is that what you want?”

It falls out of your mouth before you can deadfall it, and it sounds more like a challenge than you meant it to. Giorno’s eyebrows draw in over those impossibly pretty eyes, and he murmurs your name. You realize with horror that your eyes have filled with tears.

Giorno doesn’t rush to your aid. He doesn’t beg you to tell him what’s wrong, stroke his hands over your face, look horrified that you’re falling apart in front of him - he’s Giorno. That’s not his style. Instead, his hand continues to cup your cheek, and he looks into your eyes with his own, which always seem so much stronger and smarter and more certain of themselves than anything else.

“Of course it’s what I want,” he murmurs, “How could I ever want anything else?”

“Don’t you ever feel like I’m just a placeholder?” You ask him. Somehow, Giorno always makes you spill your innermost secrets - you try and hold them close to your chest, but every time a look from Giorno and his concern makes you do the equivalent of roll over and show him your stomach. It’s clear to everyone that Giorno is the king of the jungle, as it were - you’re helpless to his charms. “Don’t you ever feel like I’m not good enough for you?”

Giorno leans forward and smooths a kiss onto your forehead, his lips cool. You sag against the contact, wondering if you really deserve this. Does anybody in the world deserve Giorno Giovanna?

“Of course I don’t,” he murmurs, sounding sincere. It’s so hard not to believe Giorno; but then again, it’s so hard to believe him. You don’t think he’s the kind who’d ever lie to you, but you also don’t think you’re the kind who could ever be worthy of hi. You’re trapped, wondering, unsure. “You’re perfect in every way. The best companion I could ask for.”

“Companion?” You ask him, and he smiles. He wipes a tear from your cheek with one of his thumbs, hands soft on your own skin.

“What word do you prefer? Lover? Boyfriend? Fiancee? I wasn’t going to do this now, but--”

He reaches across his bed, into his bedside drawer, and your heart does a little flip flop in your chest as he pulls out a small box and you wonder if maybe Giorno is about to-

“Gio--” you whisper, voice small, and he wags his finger, shaking his head.

“No. I was going to wait until Christmas Day, but if you don’t believe how much I want you--” He flips open the box. Nestled on a pillow of dark velvet is a plain ring, gold, set with three diamonds slightly to the left. He looks up at you, a smile on his face, and your heart hammers against your ribcage. “What do you think? Will you believe me if I ask you to spend the rest of my life with me?”

You don’t miss the way he says ‘my life’. Giorno’s life is constantly in danger. Still--

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss, mouths pressed together. You don’t need to say yes. You’ve already quite gotten the message.

#jjba #writing #giorno giovanna #dmab reader #male pronouns #sfw #Anonymous

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inkcavity · 4 years ago

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Pattycake. (OH HONEY BUNNY)┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。 | Gojo Satoru/Reader

˗ˏˋ "It would be a fun game of pattycake?" ˎˊ˗

✎ … Gojo Satoru / Reader (NSFW) ; dmab reader (but could be any gender).

✎ … Warnings: Anal sex ; rough sex ; wall sex ; gn reader.

✎ … LINK.

1, 2, 3, and he goes again, covering your mouth with a large hand as you scream his name for the nth time that night, losing balance as he thrusts into you. Your feet barely touch the ground, on your tiptoes as he avoids touching your cock. It hurts, it aches, this game of pattycake he oh so claimed he wanted to play. Your arms grip the one around your mouth, weakly digging crescent moons into his skin as he groans in delight.

He basks in the sound of your muffled pleas and cries, like a God in your game of hide and seek. His thoughts run a hundred miles per hour as he pistons his hips roughly against yours, quickly sending a spank to your backside only for you to whine loudly in response. Not to stop, never to stop. Satoru knows you'd rather drop dead than ever tell him to stop his little ministrations, building up ecstasy that climbs up your body like the dead crawl from a grave. Morbidly fantastical, stuck in his awestruck.

Satoru slows, pinching your nose as his other hand wraps around your throat like a vice, a wild grin painting his features like a predator that's caught its prey. "Oh, honey bunny," saccharine is the voice that calls out to you as your eyes roll back, cock twitching with interest and lungs screaming for air, "you look beautiful. Didn't I tell you," he punctuates every word with a stray thrust.

"It would be a fun game of pattycake?"

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojo x reader #gojo/reader #gojo smut #ao3 #reader insert #smut

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queercatboy · 5 years ago

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Writing Trans Characters as a Cis Author- Do’s and Don’ts

So not going to blast any specific works. I just read something with trans Bakugo and it was as not the best. The execution was not great and thus here we are with me making a guide for all my cis authors.

Disclaimer: I am mainly talking about trans masc people and people afab. I am both trans masc and afab and have not medically transitioned. I am not on hormones so any information I give is through that lenses. I am not a doctor nor am I a complete expert on all things trans. Research is your friend. Talk to trans people. Have trans people look over your writing. Have trans betas and sensitivity readers. Reach out to people.

Let's get started!

Important vocabulary to remember!

ASAB/DSAB- Assigned Sex At Birth/ Designated Sex At Birth

referring to doctor’s marking babies sex by genitalia and using a binary biological method of assigning sex based on reproductive organs and outside genitals

2. AGAB/DGAB- Assigned Gender at Birth/ Designated Gender at birth

same as above as doctors use sex and gender as the same thing but is more complicated than that.

3. CAFAB/CAMAB- Coercively Assigned Female At Birth/ Coercively Assigned Male At Birth

Intersex terms referring to when doctor’s forcibly and knowingly assign a sex to an infant that shows outside binary characteristics by performing unnecessary medical procedures and usually lying about it

4. Afab/Amab- assigned female at birth/assigned male birth

note: not every trans people feels comfortable with being referred to with their assigned sex and should be referenced with caution and with permission of the trans person ie;talking about trans women and referring to trans women as amab. Be careful on how you use terminology and discussing a trans person's assigned sex. In my experience it's better to not draw attention on that and use gender neutral terms instead ie; instead of saying pregnant afab instead say pregnant people or people who can get pregnant

5. Intersex- people born with anything outside the binary biological understanding of sex ie; chromosomes, gonads, genitalia, sex hormones

6. Non binary- gender identity that is also an umbrella term for any gender outside or around the binary male or female

7. Trans masc- an identity that connects with masculinity. Not every trans masc identifies as a man or is afab/dfab

8. Trans Fem- an identity that connects with femininity. Not every trans fem identifies as a woman or is amab/dmab

9. Gender dysphoria- a feeling a wrongness and discomfort in body and/or social

•body dysphoria- intense discomfort over certain body aspects typically associated with asab or a feeling of wrongness and disconnect over parts of the body or functions associated with the typical views of their birth sex

• social dysphoria- dysphoria in social situations from either being clocked as trans, misgender, using public restrooms, or just existing as a trans person in a cisnormantive world causing intense discomfort over going out or being on edge

Note: not every trans person experiences dysphoria and not every trans person experiences dysphoria all the time and sometimes dysphoria comes and goes over time. Some trans people only have body dysphoria and others only have social dysphoria. Everyone is different with their own comfort levels.

10. Transition- referring to a trans person's steps into feeling at comfort with themselves. Usually referring to medical transition when a trans person undergoes surgery and hormone replacement therapy. Not all transition is medical in nature and some trans people do not or can not medically transition. Other types of transition is social transition, ie;changing birth certificate, drivers license, name change, ect. Transitioning is different for everyone.

11. HRT- hormone replacement therapy

Ok, now on to writing tips.

Again this is more about trans masc characters and characters afab.

Introducing a trans character to cis characters especially when trans character is a side character to a cis main character:

DON'T FUCKING OUT YOUR TRANS CHARACTER IN A LOCKER ROOM OR BATHROOM

Nothing gets on my goat like reading a character being outed by being in a vulnerable position. Trans people are very vulnerable in bathrooms and locker rooms and tend to be the first ones in and out if they can be. Or they will wait for everyone else to finish before going in. Also most cis people are not going to know what a binder is and won't even register it. Most cis people will think it's a tank top or sports bra depending on the cut. Outing a trans character by having a cis character point out the binder or notice their chest is dangerous and will make the person feel unsafe. So unless that's the purpose avoid that.

Don't have a cis character explain what being trans is. 1. It's annoying. 2. It's almost always explained wrong

Avoid having the character saying "identify"

Instead have the trans character introduce themselves by either:

1. Saying their trans. Short and simple "I'm trans" works perfectly fine

2. Instead of saying identify use "I am"

"I am a man" "I am non binary" "I am a woman"

3. Don't have them explain trans as "born in the wrong body" it's wildly inaccurate of what being trans is and not everyone feels that way. There is no wrong body just a wrong society.

4.Don't deadname your character. At all. Don't do it. Don't come up with one. Leave it alone. You can work around that by referencing it without dialogue or just having the character say deadname"these people deadname (character)" "my parents would still refer to me as my deadname" readers, especially trans readers do not need to know what they were called before. It's wildly uncomfortable knowing a trans person's deadname especially if a cis person said something like "they were arthur now they are ashley" just don't do that.

If trying to explain what trans is to a character who doesn't know use words like "they were assigned female/male at birth but that doesn't match with who they are so they rejected that" but also don't say "they have girl/boy parts" for the love of God do not talk about a trans persons genitals. That is information we do not need to know (writing smut with a trans character is whole different topic that I will summarize by saying everyones comfort levels is different and not all trans people refer to their parts the same way. Tend to avoid very gender terms. My personal big nopes is referring to trans man's genitals as "boy pussy" or cunt. Honestly just don't do that. My preference is just saying dick. It's more comfortable and gender affirming but that's just my stance on it)

Medical and social transition

Ok there's a lot of misconceptions on hormones and how that affects the body. And also binding

Binding the chest should only be done by something made for that ie a binder. No ace bandages, duct tape ect. When binding it's best to go a size up. Do not wear it for more than 8 hours and stretching and staying hydrated are very important. Stretch every hour. Also if writing a fic with athletic characters do not make them work out in a binder. That is so fucking dangerous and can seriously damage something. Sports bras are a literal life savor and some even can flatten the chest depending on size. Safety is more important than anything else.

Alright time for hormones. Again I'm not a doctor and all bodies are different.

Common misconception on going on testosterone is that it completely stops menstruation. For some people it does! But not everyone experiences that and some even find their periods are worse on t.

Testosterone is not a birth control. You can get pregnant on testosterone and you can give birth on it. Idk about the effects it would have on the fetus though. I've heard some men went off t while pregnant and also some stayed on it but again idk the effect it would have on the fetus.

Hormone blockers is not the same as testosterone or estrogen.

Doctors typically won't give kids hormones. 12 year olds would be on blockers not hormones. Hormone blockers just pauses puberty and doesn't cause any lasting harm for 99% of the people on them. There's always an outlier and that's why it's good to have an actual doctor who knows what their doing to administer everything and to keep an eye on their patient.

I know for the usa with parental permission you can start hormones around 16. Other places would be different so research the guidelines of the places you're having setting in.

Voice will crack on T but won't immediately become deep and sometimes it can take a year or more for the voice to crack.

More body hair is common. What's also common is early on stage male pattern baldness. Yup, going on t can make you loose your hair for some people. Usually starts as thinning of the hair.

There is probably so much more I'm missing but i am tired. Please do your research and talk with trans people. Keep an open mind on criticism and listen to us.

This is definitely not everything on writing trans characters and there are loads more guides out there.

Also for other trans people feel free to add or correct me on something I got wronged. I know this was more focused on trans masc/men so it's not a universal guide for all but I hope it's a good starting point.

#writing guide #trans characters #writing trans characters #trans masc guide on writing trans masc characters #trans masc characters

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library-of-ohara · 3 years ago

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Ohara Masterlist Part 2

Remember to give everyone a follow <3 Also, I've done some warnings [ie gender sfw/n.sfw] but pay attention to each authors warnings!]

KEY: GN - Gender Neutral Reader F - Female pronouns used M - Male prounouns used DFAB - Female bodied reader/ no pronouns DMAB - Male bodied reader/no pronouns

PART ONE

++Lev [@dxvilmanlev]++ [Tip Them Here <3]

Pokemon AU - Kid Pirates [SFW] Morning After - Thatch/Rayleigh [Sugesstive-GN] Giving them flowers - Smoker/Shanks/Corazon [SFW-GN]

++Maxx [@sugxrslushy]++

Hit by a 'truth truth' fruit - Kid [SFW-GN] Comforting their S/O - Law [SFW-GN] Law after helping his trans S/O - [N/SFW - MTF] Wisdom tooh removal - Law [SFW-GN] Helping S/O who has night terrors - Law/Ace [SFW-GN] Soft Dom - Robin [N/SFW-F] Jerk off instructions - Robin/Perona [N/SFW-DFAB] Holding Hands Headcanons - Strawhats [SFW-GN] Talking to reader about his garden - Usopp [SFW-GN] Dirty things in public - Zoro [N/SFW-DFAB]

++Meli [@kaizokuwritings]++

General Headcanons - King [Suggestive]

++Star [@ztarvokwrites]++ [Tip Them Here <3]

With a S/O who likes to scare him - Buggy [SFW-GN] Capturing Axe Hand Morgan -Cobi/Hellempo [SFW] Spending time with their S/O - Dellinger [SFW-GN] Spending time with their S/O - Franky [SFW-GN] Comforting their S/O - Robin/Luffy [SFW-GN] Need to know - Sanji [SFW-GN] Sengoku losing Corazon [SFW]

++Sunny [@missallsundaes]++ [Tip Them Here <3]

Giving them flowers - Corazon [SFW-GN] Yandere Harpy Marco - [N/SFW - GN] Morning After [Suggestive - GN] Sengoku losing Corazon [SFW]

#ohara library #one piece headcanons #one piece x reader insert #one piece x you #one piece reader inserts #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece imagine #masterlist

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nastyatticman · 4 years ago

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Having a slight big brain moment here - as a trans person I think it’s more accurate to just say “reader has a vulva” or “reader has a penis” vs saying “reader is DFAB/DMAB”

especially if it’s a gender neutral reader insert - putting DFAB/DMAB on it is inaccurate, since post op trans people exist - they may be reading your story! like a trans woman who’s had bottom surgery may want to read a fan fiction that’s tagged as “DFAB reader” because it features a reader insert with a vulva, and relate to it, even though she wasn’t designated female at birth

I think just stating “reader has ___” or “character has ___” if you aren’t specifying that they’re trans or cis is the best option imo

#noises from the attic #I also say this thinking abt previous fandoms writing stuff like alien characters having non normative genitals #like the fanfic tag pussy!(male character) is just kinda gross to me tbh...#compare to fandoms that write shapeshifting / fluid non human characters with tags like “’character has a vulva’#stating that a character has certain genitals is more accurate and polite than treating it as some kinda AU that changes who they are #the way the AU!character formats are intended to be

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cupidcreates · 3 years ago

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-Christmas Lights-

MHA Kinktober 2022 - Day 2

🎃🦇🍂Prompt - Rape/Noncon🍂🦇🎃

You’re tired of synthetic trees, you want a real one this year and jump through hoops to get your hands on one. It’s beautiful, lush, and perfect in every way. Unluckily for you, the feeling is reciprocated.

Reader x Izuku

Tags: 18+ Content / Monterfucking / Explicit Sexual Content / Explicit Non-con

-Reader Instert - Race Ambiguous Reader - They/Them Reader - DFAB and DMAB Smut Variants -

The sharp, earthy smell of the old pine tree was heavy in your nostrils and a welcome tone setter as you adorned its prickly branches with bright lights and colorful baubles. It had taken so much to get it here - you’d been put on a waitlist for weeks and were only given a short amount of time to try and find the perfect tree amongst hundreds - but it had all been worth it. The struggle was behind you, and for your effort you were given a whole month to bask in the beauty of your real, actual Christmas tree.

It was nearly done now, you thought, as you stepped back to admire your handiwork. All that was left was the topper and the vision would be complete. Fetching the stepladder from the garage you climbed up and gently nestled the surprisingly heavy ornament on the highest branch, taking a few moments to adjust it to your liking.

As you positioned and re-positioned the trinket you felt yourself leaning slightly into the tree, not enough to knock it over but just enough to feel the prickly pines press into your skin through your shirt. It wasn’t comfortable but you’d be able to stand it for another few minutes, you really wanted to get this ornament perfect.

Just as you get it sitting how you like you feel something thin and uncomfortably bristly slip around your waist from either side and down your back. You jolt in shock, nearly collapsing into the tree and knocking it over. You manage to regain your balance and pull back, but when you look down there’s nothing wrapped around you and the tree appears unchanged.

You pondered this for a moment, confused, but ultimately decided you must be tired. A barely stifled yawn backs up this conclusion, it had been a really long day after all. You dismissed it and climbed down the ladder to look the tree over once more.

Its soft glittering lights illuminate the tree in a warm and welcoming glow. It’s gorgeous, perfectly decorated, and everything you could have ever dreamed a Christmas tree might be. Your heart swells with pride as you gather up the unused decorations and put them away, beaming every time your eye catches the light of your tree.

***

You love your tree, of course you do, but at this point it would be stupid to not admit there was something strange about it. At first you thought it was just you getting used to the fact that your Christmas tree was no longer the synthetic mockery you kept in the attic but in fact a real, living thing…but no, that wasn’t it. As the days wore on you had to admit to yourself that the tree seemed much more…alive…than it should be.

You didn’t think it was a bad thing, shouldn’t a living thing feel like it’s a living thing? Shouldn’t it have some sort of detectable presence? Maybe, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of not just being watched when you were in the room with it, but of being observed. Like you were an animal for study or a particularly interesting movie that must be thought about in the minutest detail to be truly appreciated.

It didn’t seem to wilt, that tree. You’d been told that real trees need a certain level of upkeep maintained to last through the season properly, and you’d done your best to do so! But the tree never seemed especially dry whenever you went to wet it down, in fact it looked to be flourishing more now than it had been when you first picked it up.

Which was great, it meant you didn’t have to stand around the tree for too long. You’d taken to admiring it from a distance, since whenever you got too close the branches seemed to tremble as though restraining themselves. Multiple times you’d fallen into the tree and struggled to get back out, impossibly, it seemed as though the tree was trying with all its might to pull you deeper into it. You had to re-do the decorations every time this happened, but made it a point to place baubles at arms length.

It happened one week till Christmas, when you were passing by the tree on your way up to bed. In your lethargy you’d misjudged the distance between you and the plant, and had gotten close enough for your hand to graze the needles.

In an instant two of the thicker branches shot forth from the depths of the tree, grabbing you by the shoulders and yanking you bodily back into the mass of the tree. You gasped as your back hit a mass of prickly needles that shifted and morphed to your body, attempting to swallow you whole.

You thrashed and screamed, fighting against the endless barrage of branches that wrapped themselves around every part of your body. Your feet are lifted from the floor and you’re consumed by the plant, your living room disappearing behind a wall of green as you're pulled impossibly deeper into the mass of this tree.

You grasp futilely at the branches wrapping around you, only making them tighter as you fight for freedom. You kick and punch and thrash with all your might but it’s useless. Eventually your back hits a solid wall of pine and your limbs are bound completely to the ‘floor’ of this place, branches holding you spread eagle and even covering your mouth to muffle your screams.

You struggle against your bindings, desperately trying to free yourself from this fucked up pine-scented prison. The mass of pine needles before you parts and a figure rises out of the greenery. He’s tall and muscular and, wildly, completely nude. His arms up to the elbow and legs up to the knee are covered in some strange bark-like texture, making his limbs seem like they’re partly made of wood. His face was youthful and soft and covered in a smattering of freckles. His messy hair was so dark that without the twinkling lights illuminating him you’d have missed it was dark green - the same as the pine needles - and not black.

His large green eyes sparkled under the lights and widened impossibly further as he laid them upon you, approaching you with such blatant reverence and awe that it made you intensely uncomfortable. You’ve not been gazed at like this before, as though you were the sun to a man who lived his life in the dark.

He touched your face gently, cupping your cheeks and cradling your head as though he was afraid you might break. His nudity made you blush, and you didn’t miss how his cock twitched and began to harden as he stroked his knuckles across your cheeks. You started to feel nervous about being spread open and bound in the presence of such intense arousal.

“Hello darling,’ He cooed gently, the intensity of his gaze made you want to squirm, “I’ve been trying to get you in here for a while now. You’re pretty strong for a human you know?”

So something had been trying to get you in here, and the feeling of being watched while in the room with the tree wasn’t your mind playing tricks on you either. At least now you can rest assured that you’re not crazy, though this revelation wouldn’t do you much good here anyways.

“I could have tried harder, of course,” he cooed as he ran his hands down your neck and pressed his body to yours. The branches around your groin parted just enough to let him slide his half-hard cock along your crotch, pearly precome leaking onto your pajama pants.

“I could have tried harder, but I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you,” he said, pressing an impish kiss to your nose, “at least, if I hurt you in a way different from how I’m about to.”

Your blood ran cold at that statement and you didn’t have to wait long to figure out what he meant. The branches around your face parted just enough to free your mouth, allowing you to gasp for breath. This choice turned out to be a mistake as the man instantly pressed his mouth to yours, slipping his tongue past yours and coating the inside of your mouth with a sticky, sap-like substance. It tasted sweet, like honey, and flooded your mouth so completely that it began to dribble down your chin and onto your chest.

DFAB VARIANT

Two branches slipped into the top of your pajama bottoms and yanked them and your underwear down in one fell swoop, exposing you completely to the man in front of you. You panicked as you felt him press closer to you, leaking head of his cock positioned against your cunt coating your pussy lips in thick precome.

Your thrashing did little to help you as he pushed and breached your entrance, his cock was covered in some thick substance that made it easier to force himself inside you, but not enough to overcome the burn of being made to stretch and accommodate his girth.

You screamed into his mouth and tried to yank your head away but the branches surrounding your face kept you facing forward. You could barely move your limbs and even your cries for help were silenced when the man's tongue extended to an impossible length and thrust itself down your throat. You gag and choke around the appendage, the thick honey-like substance funneling down your throat and pooling in your stomach.

He groaned into your mouth as he bottomed out inside you, rolling his hips and savoring the visceral pleasure he took in your distraught. He was very aware you could do nothing but lay back and let him use your body to chase his orgasm.

Though, chase would be generous, as he seemed to be determined to make your coupling last as long as possible. His thrusts were languid and slow, he wanted to feel every inch of you, and for you to feel every inch of him as he violated your body to his heart's content.

You suffered through every slow drag and sensual roll, forced to remain open and prone as he used your cunt for his own gratification. Torturously he was a fan of edging himself, getting himself close to the brink of orgasm only to stop just before climaxing and starting over again after a moment’s reprieve.

After what felt like hours you felt his hips start to stutter again, as they had every time he got close before. This time was different, instead of keeping pace he sped up, slipping his hands under the branches to grip your hips as he slammed into you. You swallowed his guttural groan as he jolted and stilled inside you, molten hotel liquid coating your insides so completely that it began spilling out and running down your thighs.

He shuddered and slumped against you, pulling his tongue from your throat but not removing his cock. You coughed and spluttered, amber liquid dripping down your chin as you gasped for air.

He pulled away and looked down at you with such adoration you felt sick. The branches around your head covered your mouth once again as he pressed another impish kiss to your nose.

“My name is Izuku, by the way,” he cooes, rolling his hips again and causing more cum to leak out of you, “it’s only right you know it since you’ll be staying with me for good now.”

***

It was times like these you were glad you had a key to your kids home. They’d given you a copy last year around this time so you could let yourself in whenever you came to visit. You were sure you wouldn’t need it, but after half an hour of standing outside their front door in the cold you figured it was time to put it to use.

You entered through the front door, kicking off your shoes as you crossed the threshold. You locked the door behind you and gazed around the room, setting the basket laden with presents on the floor. Your child wasn’t in the living room, so you figured they must be in the bathroom and would greet you momentarily.

You removed your coat and got comfortable, turning on lights as you moved into the living room and sat down on one of the couches. It was eerily silent in here, as if there hadn’t been any life in this home for a while.

Another thing that struck you as odd was the lack of a tree present in the room. Your kid had been so excited when they told you they’d be getting a real one this year, and yet there was no tree. There was even a space for a tree right next to the couch you sat on, but the corner of the room was completely bare, save for a handful of pine needles scattered on the floor.

DMAB VARIANT

Two branches slipped into the top of your pajama bottoms and yanked them and your underwear down in one fell swoop, exposing you completely to the man in front of you. You panicked as you felt him press closer to you, leaking head of his cock pressing between your cheeks and coating your rim in thick precome.

You suffered through every slow drag and sensual roll, forced to remain open and prone as he used your hole for his own gratification. Torturously he was a fan of edging himself, getting himself close to the brink of orgasm only to stop just before climaxing and starting over again after a moment’s reprieve.

He shuddered and slumped against you, pulling his tongue from your throat but not removing his cock. You coughed and spluttered, amber liquid dripping down your chin as you gasped for air.

He pulled away and looked down at you with such adoration you felt sick. The branches around your head covered your mouth once again as he pressed another impish kiss to your nose.

“My name is Izuku, by the way,” he cooes, rolling his hips again and causing more cum to leak out of you, “it’s only right you know it since you’ll be staying with me for good now.”

***

Tags!

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #mha kinktober #bnha kinktober #kinktober 2022 #tw: noncon

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