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ghostlyforxst · 4 months

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GENDER: Female Reader

WARNINGS: Inappropriate Language, Pregnant Reader, +18, Praising, Squirting, Breast Feeding, and Oral (Female Receiving)

CHARACTER: Taishiro Toyomitsu

WORD COUNT: 742

A/N- I apologize for not replying to your request any sooner and I could give you all the excuse in the world, but in general I haven't had the motivation to really do anything. And I am sorry for that, but I do hope you enjoy this!

Taishiro rested against the entrance of the bedroom, a feeble smile drawing at his lips as his eyes fell upon your snoozing silhouette. He approached the bed, quietly, and inhaled discernibly. A stunning sight you were, never failing to rob him from his breath. His eyes wander from your ass that was barely hidden by your panties to your lips that were agape with silent snores before lingering on your heavily pregnant belly—his own tummy churning with butterflies.

Taishiro has been occupied with his hero work ever since the two of you arrived back from the honeymoon, he felt guilty for being absent for the most of the time. But he’s been working diligently, especially today, to hurry home to you and his unborn child. It’s worrisome when he’s not home to help you, fearing the worst. Taishiro climbs atop of you, removing the loose hairs from your face, the radiance of the moon intensifying your features, as he leaves smooches down from your forehead to your jaw and ultimately kisses your lower lip.

“You mean so much to me,” He murmured, “I love you so much.”

Your eyes flicked open and you beamed tiredly, “I love you too Taishi…”

His heart hummed with much adoration, he kissed you once more and then another as his hand kneaded at the flesh of your ass. His tongue squirmed past your kissable lips and gently sucked at yours as a hand slinked down to your clad pussy. Taishiro receded away with a few pecks, breathless, his hand stroking your cunt.

You whined, writhing beneath him. “Please, Taishi, no teasing.”

He grinned and your heart quivers as his lips made contact with the skin of your nape, your nerves flaring with arousal. Taishiro’s finger crept past your panties, pressing between your folds and fondling your clit.

“Ah~” You hissed, bucking into his touch, rolling your hips.

He shuffles down between your warm, plump thighs. You felt his steady-carnal breaths against your tender cunt, crying out as his sinuous tongue wriggled past your lips and lapped at your clit.

“Feelin’ good baby?” Tashiro murmured, stimulating you further. Your taste was unforgettable, having him drool extensively and his cock flush and balls heavy. And seeing you swollen with himself was no help to his painfully erect dick, he was desperate for a release. Taishiro rutted his erection against the bed, mouth agape with breathy moans, with your juices and his saliva dribbling down his chin. He buries his tongue into your weeping cunt, thrashing and flicking at your g-spot.

“Taishi, ngh, pluh’ease!” You croaked, your thighs confining his head as you orgasmed.

“Mhm…” He hummed with rapture, savoring every taste of you. “I can't get enough of you, tastin’ so angelic.”

He withdrew, quickly undressing himself before mounting you again. Taishiro takes his cock, pumping his girth and rubbing himself between your pussylips. “Are you wanting this, lovely?”

“Please, give me more.” You whimpered, sweetly.

That was what he wanted to hear, the crown of his cock catched your tight wet hole, and he buried himself into your warmth with a delicious squelch.

“T’much Taishiro!” You grunt hoarsely, your fingers scratching at the bedding and your head sinking into the pillow beneath.

“You can take it, lovely, nearly there.” He hushed you, stretching you even more until he could no more.

Taishiro’s hips drew back, the head of his dick resting at your entrance, before he plunged back into your wetness. Again, again, and again in an unrelenting tempo. God your cunt slurped his cock so yummily, milking him. Taishiro tasted his lips, dropping his head as he fucked you, his dick twitching along with your soft walls. His fingers padded up to your fattened breast, tender with your creamy milk, and suckled at them greedily.You grasped his arms, moaning loud and filthy, your thighs trembling as you squirted around him. He choked on his breath and coated your pussy with his seed, catching himself before he toppled onto you. Sex with you was always the best, filled with love and hunger.

He released your tit with a wet pop before he stooped down and kissed your tummy then kissed you. “I’m glad our parents set us up, you and our child are the best that's ever happened.”

Your bottom lip wobbled as you cried, “I love you so much Taishi!”

He chuckled and plopped down beside you, snuggling into you. “I love you too, lovely.”

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ghostlyforxst · 4 months

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GENDER: Gender Neutral Reader

WARNINGS: Platonic Yandere and Metions of Men WITH Serpent tails.

CHARACTERS: Bakugo Katsuki and Kirishima Eijirou

WORD COUNT: 400

A/N- I apologize to the requester, for some damn reason it wouldn't allow me to add the story with your request. But, here you go if you see it! Also if anyone wants headcannons with this scenario or any other, add a comment! I love me some Platonic Yandere Naga! Kiribaku. Anyways enjoy!

TRANSLATION:

“Hire, kluse yivra!” - "Here, please take!"

“Sepa mate?”.- "Be Mate?"

Your heart palpitated wildly, feeling the ebullient tingle from your toes up to your spine as you glided around with a bouncy dance—a cacophony of traditional phaṇin music stimulating your ears.

Kirishima who lip-sync with the catchy and spirited music, and Bakugo who watched you with a adoring smile had lightened up enough for you to attend the yearly phaṇin festival. And to them it was worth being able to witness that toothy grin and your clumsy dance. You deserved a reward, you have behaved and embraced them as your fathers the past years. Naught a cry, wail, or insult derived from you. You maturing, becoming more independent as you nearly reached the big eighteen, had them dewy-eyed. Concerned that you'll depart from them, that one of these damned oafs would snaffle you, but they wouldn't allow it. Never, you're perpetually their baby.

Gradually your dance ceased, breathing heavily as you eyed the crowd for Bakugo and Kirishima but your attention drew you from your search to the tap on your shoulder.

“Hire, kluse yivra!” The man blushed, proffering fresh meat from a deer.

Your brow scrunches with an awkward smile, you hesitantly grab the meat from him and you thank him. “Oh, thanks?”

“Sepa mate?” He beamed, eagerly. His iridescent tail envelopes you, coiling around your waist up to your shoulders, and he nuzzles his chin against you with a hush hum almost like purr.

You stiffened, nervous, and tried to lean away from him. You were secluded from the other nagas altogether, oblivious of their courting rituals and language. But Kirishima and Bakugo were very aware of what was occurring, their baby was vulnerable and needed them to protect you from this aberrant and pervy naga. Bakugo's chest rumbles furiously before he slither hastily towards the both of you, Kirishima not far behind. Bakugo raises his claws above his head and slashes the man's tail, cursing him in hisses and screeches. He yanks you from the tail's grasp and forces you into Kirishima, kiri's ruby eyes roaming your form along with his hands for bruises or injuries.

With a final hiss from Kirishima and Bakugo, you were carried away. You peered back, seeing the man's slitted-indigo eyes glistening with angry tears.

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ghostlyforxst · 4 months

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GENDER: Female Reader

WARNINGS: Inappropriate Language, +18, thigh ridding, and praising

CHARACTER: Ken Ryuguji (Draken)

WORD COUNT: 418

A/N- I'm apologize for it being short, but, I do plan on making my way up. Enjoy!

Your breath fluttered as your back collided with the rough, bricked wall. Draken's arms penning you, assuring to overwhelm your senses with himself—your sense of sight, smell, hearing, and even your sense of taste.

“Ken-”

“Hush it.” He grumbled, nuzzling your neck in-between pecks.

You've done it now, maybe those explicit photos you had sent him during the meeting were too much. But, watching as lust taint his cheeks and his cock fatten beneath his pants had you kneading your thighs against each other feverishly. You couldn't help it, you just wanted his attention.

A breathy whine came from you as your hands fumbled with his buckle, but Ken immediately smacked your hand away before he drew back and nestled his knee between your legs.

“Nuh uh." He denied, rolling his knee against your clad cunt. "A needy slut like you doesn't deserve my cock."

“But, Ken, please…” You whimpered, feebly.

His lips twitched smugly, “this or nothing at all.”

You let your head fall with a mumbled ‘okay’ and your hands catch his shoulders, pulling yourself closer until your pussy rested on his muscled thigh.

“Giddy up, baby.” He whispered, nipping at your lobe and patting your thigh.

Your hips rocked steadily, mewling pleasingly, as your folds smushed against your puffy clit.

Ken pushes his past your blouse and your bra, his fingers padding over your flushed skin, groping your breast before settling with circling your teat with the pad of his thumb.

You cursed breathlessly as you rutted your hips frenziedly, “fuck…”

He kissed your shoulder, “Do you think you deserve this? It wasn't nice of you to be so naughty during the meeting.”

“M’sorry, Ken, needed you s'bad.” You pant, your lips tucking between your teeth.

“Mhm, I'll forgive you this time but the next is another story.”

You nodded your head, feeling your thigh tremble with your nearing climax. Ken threw his head back as he removed his hand from your shirt and palmed at his pulsating dick. He shivered, savoring the feeling of your wetness soaking through your clothes onto his—knowing next time it would be your naked cunt against his bare thigh.

You sucked in a sharp breath before a choked wail emits from your wobbling lips as you orgasm, stars twinkling in your vision. You fell forward onto Draken and quickly, he embraced you.

“Good girl.” He smiled, rubbing your back. “Now, why don’t we both give ourselves a few minutes to recover and then I'll let you ride my cock okay?”

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ghostlyforxst · 6 months

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HALLO.

I'm kinda new to this blog so and love your writing so..

Can I request a Yandere! Kokushibo × female reader?

The reader accept him being a demon and treats him like a normal being and welcome him in her home anytime. She doesn't mind his obsession on her and treats him with alot of affection both emotionally and physically that he never had before back when he was human. She also lets Kokushibo express his pain, emotion and things he bottle up for so long and she would comfort him. (And this has been going on for 10 years.)

But then one day when he came to visit her (more like staying at her home for for entire day), he saw the entire place covered in blood and saw her body on the ground unconscious by a demon. And the demon is still there ready to eat her.

I LOVE BOTH YANDERE AND ANGST-

GENDER: Gender Neutral Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere Tendencies, Angst,nand Mentions of Gore

CHARACTER: Kokushibo

WORD COUNT: 285

A/N- Hello, long time no see :) my apologies for my absence, with my personal life I could not seem to find the time to sit and write a decent story. And since it's been a while, I am starting small with headcannons. So enjoy!

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 Though his brother held the ability of sun breathing, but there was only a person who Kokushibo acknowledged with the power of the sun—you.

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 Regardless if the room was dimmed at its lowest, either with negativity or light wise, you seemed to brighten your surroundings with twitch of your finger. Maybe exaggerating, but to Kokushibo there was no fib. To him you were a flicker of comfort, a candle within his darkness. He truly did adore you, no resentment or lips thinning into a line.

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 Drenched in blood or even his odd eating habits, you were never judgmental. Smiling feebly as you rub the blood from him with a damp towel, taking his hand before leading to the bedroom to lay together.

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 Even when your loved ones and the ones close to you had departed from you or was found murdered you never batted an eye or yelled at him for being an obsessive monster whilst you suspected him.

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 You were always understanding and attentive, he missed that.

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 He didn't miss your blood that mottled the walls or how it puddled around your mauled body. He didn't miss that damned demon that still lingered around you or the fury that kindled beneath his ashen skin. And he didn't miss how that demon's teeth had chucks and stained of you as they grinned sickly at him.

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 He must've blacked-out, for the reason that the demon's head was torn from their shoulders. Disregarding the demon's head aside, Kokushibo fell to his knees. He stared, grieving soundlessly.

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 Days, month, years, becoming more of an recluse as times continues—raging and mourning.

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 Kokushibo wasn't full without his little star no more.

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ghostlyforxst · 8 months

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Imma get started one of the request in my inbox immediately

im sorry for not updating any of my fics (specifically my lv one). i have no motivation lol.

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ghostlyforxst · 8 months

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GENDER: Gender Neutral Reader

WARNINGS: Fluff

CHARACTER: Izuku Midoriya

WORD COUNT: 480

A/N- Hello, been a while. I know this isn't long and it's just a tiny drabble, but it let's you all know I'm not dead! I was taking some time off for my job, trying to set a schedule for myself.

Started off with origami hearts hidden within your locker, an endearing note inked into the blush colored paper and no signature of the secret admirer signed onto it.

Your fingers gently unfolded the paper, reading the fifth written letter you had received in a week.

“To my beloved," it began.

“It's exhausting to not show my devotion to you and to not be by your side everyday as your lover like I crave for. If you ever ponder who I could be, meet me underneath the courtyard tree.”

You searched for a signature like any other time, but still there was none—you were quite curious.

“Y/N.”

You flinched and you whirled around hastily, “you scared me Izuku!”

His curls bounced softly against his face as he laughed, his pine-colored eyes drifted from your face to the note in your hand.

His laugh settles down, “whatcha got there?”

“It's a letter,,, I think I have a secret admirer and they want to meet up.”

“Are you going to go?” He asked, his face straining with a half smile.

“I'm nervous but I think I'll go.” you answered, rubbing your thumb over the paper.

He gasps and beams brightly before quickly excusing himself, “bye Y/N.”

“Wait-what?” You faltered, reaching towards him before letting your arm fall back to your side.

‘Huh weird?’ you pondered as you watched him ramble away.

You were being ignorant of Izuku's adoring gestures; the way his cheeks would flush when your hand brushed against his or the way he was sprightly when around you.

You shut your locker and proceeded to head to the last class of the day, literature.

Once the school bells rang loudly, you gathered your belongings and stuffed them into your bookbag, making sure to prolong your packing process—you were extremely anxious.

“Calm down you idiot.” you murmured to yourself and exited the classroom.

The closer you had gotten to the courtyard, the more your stomach churned with anxiety. You exhaled before pushing past the doors and examined the tree, discerning a figure leaning against it.

You came around the tree and nearly choked on air, “Izuku?”

Tears awaited at his waterline and he let out a sigh of relief when his eyes laid upon you, “I thought you stood me up.”

“I apologize, I was just anxious.”

“It's alright, I understand.”

Silence.

“So you're my secret admirer, huh?” You chuckled, your hand resting on his biceps.

“Yeah.” He responded bashfully, turning his head blushful. “Do you- can we be together?”

“Of course,” you beamed, “those paper hearts were the cutest and as well as those little poems you had written.”

“I thought you'd like them, it reminds me how you folded yourself right into my heart and scribbled the word love into it!” He murmured against your lips before fully kissing you.

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ghostlyforxst · 9 months

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GENDER: Female Reader

WARNINGS: Spider Hybrids (Drider), Inappropriate Language, Age Up, +18, Masturbation, Oral (Male and Female Receiving), Slight! Scratching, Male Whimpering, Breeding, Mentions of Oviposition, Belly Inflation, Squirting, and Marking

CHARACTER: Shoto Todoroki

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

You pushed through the dense undergrowth, clothes dampening as the argent clouds poured their tears onto you and the lush foliage that encircled you. Your pen scribbled along the lines of your journal, ink smudging as the driblets mingled with it, trekking farther into the forest. Too engrossed to not discern the considerable amount of webbing spun into the taunting trees. That’s until you stumbled into the silken and adherent threads, hands fumbling to remove the webs from your hair and face.

“What the…?” You murmured, your jaw slackening as you peered up at the trees. The viridescent leaves were barely appearing through the ghostly webbing. ‘What could’ve been large enough to create this?’

You contemplated the sheet of webs, taking them between your fingers and studying them. You were knowledgeable that the threads were produced by an arachnid, but what baffled you was what species was able to bring about this much webs? You shrugged the rucksack from your shoulders and unpacked your camera, photoing your surroundings. You pulled the camera from your face, reviewing the images, and abruptly the camera was torn away. “Huh!?”

You whirled around to the susurrating trees, murmuring as something hid within them. And a head peaked from the leafage, a man was responsible for those active tree limbs; his hair divided by fiery and wintry strands. And his eyes, there were four impenetrable heterochromatic eyes—you assumed a shadow was casted upon the frowning man, making you believe he had more than two eyes.

“May I have my camera back?” You asked warily, your palm facing the sunless skies and held in the direction of the man.

The man sumerages himself back into the leaves, leaving you frustrated but you exhaled and let your stuff come to the dirt ground. “I’m not going to harm you.”

You waited, but he remained shrouded by the greenery.

“Please.”

Cautiously several legs emerged from the tree and soon the abdomen of a spider, the fur resembling his hair, and then a human torso pursuing after. You staggered back, frightened by the enormous and intimidating creature. The creature glowered and threw your camera to the ground, smashing it.

“No,” You yelled, “why the hell would you do that!?”

“You’ll go and expose me to everyone. They’ll hunt me down, kill me, and experiment with me!” The creature seethe, skittering towards you.

You yelped, plummeting to the ground, as he shadowed over your cowering form. He bared his fangs, chest rising and falling, menacingly.

You grasped at the turf beneath your hands, dirt muddying your nails and fingers, and you deterred your head from him. “W-what are you?”

“I’m Shoto, a drider, and you?” He answered, indifferently.

“I’m Y/N, human.”

Shoto snatches you by the wrist with sudden movements, dragging you behind him.

“Woah, where are we going!?” You fretted, your arm yanking to unconfine itself from his grip.

“My nest, I can’t allow you to leave now that you are aware of my existence.”

“I won’t tell–even if I did, they wouldn’t believe me!” You cried, digging your feet into the softened ground.

He took no notice of your words, ignoring you, and ushered you into a burrow; his webs laminated the earthy walls and the farther the hole went the dimmer and wider it got. Hushed tears dampened your cheeks, you recoiled into a corner just as he released your wrist.

“It’s not like I’m going to devour you, so there's no need to cry.” He stated, tucking his spider appendages beneath him as he laid.

Your nose itches with a sniffle, rubbing the tears from your sore eyes, as you quivered from the chilled air.

“You’re cold, aren’t you?” He questioned, mindful of the obvious.

“...”

“Come here,” He beckoned.

You bobbed your head, denying, and huddling nearer to the cold-dirt wall.

Shoto huffed and tugged you by the sleeve of your shirt and tucked you underneath his furred abdomen, weighing enough of himself to help you remain warm. You floundered about, shoving against him, before eventually surrendering.

“It isn’t as awful as you thought, huh?”

You averted your eyes and brung your knees to your chest, shutting your drowsy eyes.

—

You were deaf to your surroundings, blearily stroking your palm over the velvety strands of Shoto’s abdomen.

“Y/N.”

“Hm?”

“Y/N!”

You squinted up at Shoto’s wide-eyed face, comprehending that yesterday wasn’t dreamt, and you spoke listlessly. “Yeah?”

His eyes observed where your hand rested fondling his short hairs, your eyes followed his and hastily you jerked your hand away. “Sorry!”

Shoto smiled meekly and scurried away, “ It’s fine, are you hungry?”

“I am.” You replied, pushing from the ground.

“Stay put or I’ll hunt you down and kill you, understood?”

You agreed, watching as he ascended up the burrow.

Days like this continued, waking beneath Shoto confused until you familiarize and tolerated it—well not all days.

This day Shoto seemed fairly skittish and bothered, his rather pale skin appeared clammy and flushed. When you concerned to him about his behavior, he would dismiss your worries with short answers before he scuttled off. Bedtimes changed as well, you slept away from Shoto underneath a knitted-webbed blanket he created for you—it executed its use but you longed for Shoto’s warmth again.

It was the third night like this, you laid awake with your back turned to him. Shoto was ignorant of your sleepless form as one of his many hands drifted lower, gliding the pad of his fingers along his slit. Your brows pinched, perceiving a short gasp and a steady slick thwack that came from him

‘Is he…masturbating?’ You pondered, cheeks warm with lust.

You shifted to face him, discreetly and carefully, and you stared bugged-eyed. Observing him as he fingered his sopping slit, jaw jutting with a stifled whimper as his finger curled in to that spongy wall. His head slouches, gulping air, and his rosy lips parted as he repeated the action. You felt your cunt pulse with need, finding pleasure in Shoto fucking himself. Your thighs chafed against one another to relieve yourself, your oozing hole clenching around nothing.

“Y/N.” Shoto grunted, teeth clenching.

You inhaled sharply whilst his cock bobbed out from his cloaca, angrily flush, and he stained his fingers with his liquid arousal. Shoto’s eyes turned to you, face paled and heart weighing with apprehension, before his cheeks blooming with embarrassment. “You weren’t supposed to be awake, Y/N.”

You lips tugged into a teasing smile and push the webbed blanket from you before moving on your hands and knees towards him, “Shoto if you were in need of some help, you should’ve asked~”

You sit on your knees below his belly button, before his weeping cock, and glanced amorously up at him as you wait for his say so.

“Please…”

His wobbling lower lip and desperate whines for attention had you wanting to surrender and allow him to fuck you how he wanted. Your hand takes his length and gives a laggard stroke, observing how a gasp emits from his gaped mouth. Your thumb rubs over the slit of his dick, caressing along his erection.

“Mouth.” Shoto sighs, his fingers knotting themselves in your hair and ushering you to take his cock.

You laughed lightly, bringing his dick closer to your lips, and tasting the precum that dribbled from his cock head just before swallowing down his dick—hollowing your cheeks as your dexterous tongue swept along his length.

“Fuck,” Shoto cursed, “s’fucking good!”

Your fingers tapped the lips of his cloaca, sinking past, and kneaded his squelchy walls. Shoto mewls and his hips rutted into your hand, thrusting his dick farther down your throat, spurting his piping cum into your stomach.

He plucks you from the ground, tearing your clothes eagerly from you, his lips monopolizing yours heatedly. Shoto’s fingers dug into the fat of your hips, the pads of his fingers kissing down to your slick cunt, his lips curled into a sneer. Your heart thrummed against your chest, hurling a rush of blood to your cheeks and wave of heat to your pulsing pussy—humming pleasingly.

Your puffy lips smooched along Shoto’s sweaty chest as his thumb circled your clit, hissing as his fingers eased into your heat. “M’please, Shoto.”

Shoto’s finger twisted and turn before halting and fucking you, you squealed and buried your nose in his nape as your nails scratch at his back.

“Y’ look s’good right now, s’fuckin beautiful!” He murmured into your hair, his finger grazing into that right spot.

“I’m cumming, right there!” You wailed, your vision twinkling with stars as you reached your high.

Shoto’s fingers pulled from your cunt, bathed in your cloudy release, and he swirled his lengthy and narrow tongue around them. He stared half-lidded, salivating, tasting you on his tongue—heavenly, aware he was never going to get bored of your flavor.

His fingers leave his mouth with an audible pop, a string of slobber dangling from his lips and fingers. Shoto’s hand reaches down, kneading his erection, and he smears the head of his cock against your lower lips before gradually working you open.

“Thank you,” he whimpered, straining. “I would’ve not lasted much longer, s’close to ravishing you myself!”

You envisaged yourself choosing to ignore him, turning a blind eye when you caught him masturbating, pondering what he would’ve done. Would you wake up to him fucking your tight pussy, doused in sweat as he whined and pleaded to you for a release. You shudder at your thought, aroused by and desired it—maybe you could another time…

Shoto flips you over, pinning your face into his webs with a hand and another keeping your hips high in the air, rutting frantically. A filthy noise pours from your mouth, nearing a shriek as his balls stimulate your clit, and your hips push against his thrust. Shoto sucks in a breath, feeling his cock swell and the tiny orbs travel down his length and popping into your fertile womb.

“Oh shit, wha’s that feelin’-”

“Shh take em’ all,” Shoto choked, “gonna make you a m-mommy.”

You whine, back arching, as you orgasm. Shoto’s hand patted your bloated tummy, nuzzling your neck before his teeth pierced the skin, coming undone himself.

“I love you.”

You panted and eased his dick from your sore pussy, “m’love you too.”

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ghostlyforxst · 9 months

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this literally happened today to me. I fell asleep and when I woke up I suddenly had one of the worst nosebleeds I have ever had. There was blood all over the lower half of my face, my entire hand, my bed, and my cell phone. So how would the Upper Moons react if Reader fell asleep normally, woke up and then frantically tried to find tissues because they got such a bad nosebleed out of nowhere

GENDER: Gender Neutral Reader

WARNINGS: Blood Metions (Nosebleeds)

CHARACTERS: Kokushibo, Douma, and Akaza

A/N- Here ya go, I written the upper three. But, if you'll like me to write the rest of them in the future let me know!

KOKUSHIBO

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 Your hand cupped nose as you stumbled out the bedroom, going through cabinets for any tissue or cloth to cease your sudden nosebleed. But plainly, Kokushibo was lacking some human necessities.

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 You cursed under your breath before whirling around, now frantic for tissues, but you collided into Kokushibo.

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 His six eyes observed your panicky and blood-smeared face, frowning deeper.

“What happened?” Kokushibo asked, toneless.

“Nosebleed.”

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 Expressionless, Kokushibo is not much expressive, but within he's concerned.

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 Taking your hand, he tugs you to a section of the minka, and showing you where the tissues are kept. He’ll watch you clean yourself up and pack your nostrils with the tissue paper before tilting your head back, learning for next time.

DOUMA

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 You stared down at your ruddy hands, stunned, bloody from your leaking nostrils.

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 You nimbly hop to your feet, rushing to the door, but Douma bet you it. There he stood in the entrance, grinning, and stepped towards you.

“Oh, what happened here?”

You shrugged, “nosebleed.”

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 He is concern, genuinely, unusual for him since a lot of the times his emotion are false—though not necessarily with you.

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 In a fraction of a second Douma was gone and back, proudly presenting two tampons. Your eyes widen comically before snatching them from his hands and laughing, shaking your head no and searching for tissue yourself and with the help of his cultist.

AKAZA

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 Your body rocked, hands frantically wakening you from your rest. You squinted up at the silhouette, Akaza’s panic-stricken face becoming discernible through haziness.

You frowned, “s’matter?”

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 You felt it, wetness trickling down to your lips and onto the bedding.You gaped at the redness and up at Akaza who was quick to retrieve tissues, tilting your head back and wiping the blood from your skin and packing your nostrils with the cotton.

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 He’s distressed, immediately thinking the worst, he doesn’t need his human dying. He’ll retrieve the doctor, demanding an explanation, before he feels at ease.

"You got cancer!? Wait! Why don't you become a demon!?"

"( ͡❛  ͟ʖ ͡❛)- chill tf out."

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ghostlyforxst · 9 months

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request if that's okay, was thinking about a (loving) quirk marriage between Fatgum and maybe a chubby reader that has a fertility based quirk? of course, the idea of getting hooked up to breed drives Fatgum bonkers

GENDER: Chubby! Female Reader

WARNINGS: Arrange Marriage, Inappropriate Language, Not Proffed, +18, Breeding, Oral (Female Receiving), Cum Inflation, squirting, Marking, Praising, and Cock Warming

CHARACTER: Taishiro Toyomitsu

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

ABBREVIATION KEY: M/N - Mother's Name

A/N- My apologies, I misread you request and thought you requested a arranged marriage! But, I do hope this meet some of your expectations and enjoy!

Taishiro’s focus was on the deafening whistle of the kettle, brows pinched and his lips lowered into a frown, taking no notice of his mothers blabbering.

“Taishiro, son, are you listening!?’ His mother huffed, pouring the scorching water into the teacups.

His vibrant eyes broadened and he bobbed his head, “I am.” he wasn’t.

“Mhm, Like I’ve said. Me and my great friend, M/N, have reached a decision collectively that you and her daughter will be arranged to be wedded.” She continued, resting his tea before him. “The two of you will have a date night this afternoon, to introduce yourselves and become acquainted.”

“Woah-wait a moment!?” Taishiro denounced, nostrils flaring as his eyes squinted at his mother. “Why wasn’t this brought up to me before this was arranged?”

His mother sipped her tea and responded, “you’d brush me off and decline.”

Taishiro’s face cringed angrily and he deterred his eyes away from his mother once again, he was in disbelief. Angered that his mother would make that crucial decision on a chapter in his life that he was supposed to write himself, he was gathering up every ounce of respect for his mother to not explode and swear at her.

“Don’t be too upset with me, son, I’m looking out for you and your future. But I’m sure you’ll like the girl, she's a delightful girl. Sweet as she can be, clever too!” She assured, pursing her lips.

Taishiro’s lips were sealed, wordless, and nodded.

On the other side you were just as furious with your mother as Taishiro was, hands clenching the knob to the door of your house as you spew words seethingly.

“And you didn't consult me, not considering my opinion or feelings!?” You fummed, heart rapidly thrumming against your chest.

“Just please do this for me,” your mother begged, “he’s a hero, a renowned one, and very handsome!”

“Fine,” you frowned, “but if this doesn’t work out don’t be playing matchmaker anymore for me.”

Your mother bounced on her feet and nodded her head eagerly with a toothy smile, “thank you!”

The restaurant was exceptional; greenery dangled from the rafters and adorned the tables, lanterns strung from the rafters together with the greenery and was fastened to the artificial tree that stood a few feet above Taishiro, and a vibrant bar was situated to the back. Though its atmospheric appearance and ambience didn’t ease Taishiro’s nerves, his muscles were tense and his hands twiddled beneath the table as he waited for you. He brought the cold glass of water to his lips, gulped at the beverage to soothe the nervousness, and scanned over the menu.

“Uhm, hello, are you Taishiro Toyomitsu?”

Taishiro's eyes drifted from the menu to you, your eyes avoiding his enlarged ones, you were stunning with that floral dress—highlighting your sensuous and plump figure. “I am.”

You smiled feebly and seated yourself across from him, “Y/N, pleasure to meet you.”

It hasn’t even been over a minute and he found you lovely: your name was lovely, your eyes were lovely, and your voice was lovely. And he hasn't even finished meeting you, he has much more to learn.

“So let’s order and while we are waiting, tell me about yourself.” He grinned, handing you a menu.

The two of you exchanged information about yourselves, from asking about favorite foods to the hardships in life until the both you got to asking each other's quirk and you were half way through your plates.

“What’s your quirk, if you don’t mind me asking?” Taishiro asked between swallowing his food, leaning closer.

You swallowed and adjusted your posture, “fertility.”

“Fertility?”

“Mhm, not only that I’m especially fertile perpetually. I’m able to help people who struggle with fertility issues with a touch of my hand. With that gift, I became a fertility specialist.” You explained, rambling.

Tashrio felt embarrassed, embarrassed that he was attracted to your quirk—envisioning himself breeding you until your tummy was fattened with his baby batter.

He blushed, stirring in his seat, and pinching at his semi-harden cock beneath the table. But his thoughts were interrupted by your hand tapping his free one.

“Taishiro!”

“Hm?”

You pouted, “am I boring you?”

“No, I’m sorry. But if I’m being honest, I know we’ve just met, but you're beautiful. Your personality and your features are alluring.” Taishiro admitted, clasping his large hand around yours and stroking his thumb along the back of it.

You smiled brightly, your cheeks tinged pink, and thanked him. “If I'm being honest, you're attractive and your friendly personality is inviting. I love it!”

Taishiro’s grin became wider, feeling giddy.

The night ended, enjoyably, and Taishiro escorted you home. The both of you waited at your entrance, savoring each other’s presence. You stared down at your feet, palming at your dress shyly, before you spoke.

“You know if I were to be married, I wouldn’t mind if it was you.” You expressed, tugging him to your level and kissed his cheek before rushing in and shutting the door behind you.

“I wouldn’t mind either.”

Taishiro couldn’t help but to let his teary eyes wander the venue anxiously, dressed nicely in a tux and hair tidied up and pushed from his face, as he awaited your entrance. He wasn’t sure why he felt emotional, he didn’t know if it was the processional song that enlightened him that he was soon to be wed to you or fearing that you’ll leave him at the altar for apparent reason. The both of you were pressured to marry, but his mother was correct. Taishiro adores you, he loved the imperfections you presented to him and the way your voice coaxed him to comfort—-he was infatuated with the entirety of you.

Taishiro’s breath hiccupped and soon the tears dribbled onto his cheeks, he brought his hand up and wiped the wetness from his eyes, as he watched you saunter down the aisle to him. His cold feet became nonexistent as your hand took his, diminishing any doubt, and for the rest of the ceremony it was pure bliss for Taishiro—he desired for this to go on forever.

Faster than he hoped for, the ceremony concluded and the reception ensued after. His mother ambled up to him and embraced Taishiro.

“What did I say, Taishiro, you would love her.” His mother grinned, patting his arm. “Now the two of you owe me some grandbabies!"

Taishiro laughed before he winked over at you, “we’ll have you some grandbabies soon!”

You turned aside, hiding your reddened face, and coughed.

Taishiro flinged the door shut, his hands taking your ample hips as he kissed you ardently. His legs intertwined with yours, tripping you into the cushions of the bed, his kiss becoming fervent and desirous—his nerves humming with excitement.

For the duration of the reception, Taishiro’s thoughts drifted into more lascivious ones. Becoming more impatient as the time lingered, if your eyes didn’t stare longer than they should’ve or if you didn’t whisper those tempting words. He wouldn’t be so hungry for you as he was now, barely able to withhold himself back. Taishiro’s eyes swept over your clothe body, eyes dazed and dilated, and briskly he removed his clothes from himself—-feeling uncomfortably heated.

“You know, a side effect of my quirk is that it has an aphrodisiac effect on the receiver.” You purred, tracing a finger down to his stiffened cock. “How do you feel baby?”

That explains his intense need.

Taishiro hissed, his hips bucking into your hand, as your hand pumped his dick. The sheets wrinkled under his grip, flustered at how he was close to spilling himself on to your wedding dress. “S-stop!”

“What’s the matter?” You asked, removing your hand hastily.

“Don’t wanna ruin your dress, lovely.” Taishiro murmured, reaching underneath you and unzipping the dress.

You smiled at his thoughtfulness, allowing him to help you undress and you plopped back onto the bed.Taishiro awed at your bareness, presenting your fruitful figure. He couldn’t possibly feel more aroused but he did, his mouth taking your teat and suckling as if milk would drizzle onto his tongue. You caressed a hand through his sun-kissed hair, gasping as he rolled your nipple between his teeth, the sensations of his fingers dragging over your drenched cunt encouraged your hips to writhe beneath his touch.

“Tashi, please!” You whined, sweetly.

He stifled a laugh, kissing you with a grin, before pressing past your folds and kneading your clit—sloppily kissing down to your pretty pussy, eager to breed you until you're a swollen mess.

Taishiro’s tongue lapped at your slit, slurping the arousal that seeped from you, his fingers prodding your attention-seeking hole before welcoming itself into your warmth and fucking you.

“Ah~” You mewled as your cunt trembled along with your breath, body flushed and tummy tensing with your approaching orgasm.

“I feel ya, baby, give’to me.” Taishiro grunted, grinding against the bedding and hastening his fingers.

A pleased cry utters from your puffy lips as you toss your head back, back arching, and dousing his fingers with your release.

Taishiro petted your head and smothered your face with wet kisses, “good girl.”

His hand wrapped around his cock, smearing the head along your pussylips, and awarding himself a few strokes before burying himself in your pussy. “Shit,,,”

Taishiro’s hand caught under your knees and he pinned your legs to your chest, he wet his lips with his tongue.

“You’re so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me.” Taishiro grunted while his cock dragged from your cunt, tip staying nestled in your heat, and he plunged back in.

Your lips parted with a soundless moan, reaching and clawing at the sheets above your head. He obsessed over making sure that you were nearly bursting with his release, Taishiro’s thrust became erratic and almost desperate.

“Gonna look so fucking gorgeous,” He breathed, “gonna fuck my seed into ya until yer fattened with my baby. You’ll like that won’t you, lovely?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes, please!” You sobbed, spasming as Taishiro freed a leg and circled your sensitive bud with the pad of his thumb.

His chest rumbled at those words, stroking him nicely, and he drove his dick through your cervix and milked each driblet from him directly into your fertile womb—your pudgy tummy bulging with his cum.

Taishiro’s head nuzzled your breast, lazily rocking his hips, nursing at your tit once again. You smooched his head, rutting yourself on him until you dissolved into the pleasure and soaked his cock. Taishiro went slump, weighing himself on you, and tickling your skin with the mutters of sweet nothings—refusing to remove his soft length from you.

“Why don’t we give ourselves a few minutes to recover and go for a second round?” You asked, smiling.

“Mhm sounds good, lovely .”

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ghostlyforxst · 10 months

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Hii wanted to ask if ur requests are open ?

If they are then can i get a headcanon with akaza x fem y/n who has interest in him but is insecure of her self since she cannot cook and always doubt herself if she can make a good wife for him as his previous one and always feels bad about it

GENDER: Gender Neutral Reader

WARNINGS: Slight! Angst and Fluff

CHARACTER: Akaza

A/N- My request are currently open and of course, please enjoy! ♡

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 Akaza was suspicious of your behavior these past few days, unintentionally distancing yourself and in deep thought with a frown on your face when he was around.

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 He was bothered by it, questions distracting him from his missions and loyalty to Muzan—fearing you were going to end your relationship with him.

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 Not only was Akaza asking himself that question, you were too. You felt insecure in the relationship, you couldn't cook or do those other wifely duties as good as other women. Continuously asking yourself why he would want to be with someone like you, he could find better. So you distance yourself from him, unawaringly.

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 Akaza had enough and confronted you, asking with a frustrated tone.

"What is wrong?"

"Why have you been distant?"

"Are you leaving me?"

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 His tone and irritated expression softens as he discerns the tears dampening your cheeks and your lower lip wobbling.

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 Akaza's hand strokes over your hair and tugs you into him, urging you to telling him the reasoning for sadden attitude.

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 You reveal insecurities to him and he frowns, the embrace becoming tighter.

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 Akaza makes sure to reassure you that those cooking skills and other duties of a wife was not what attracted him, that no matter if you had those skills or not he'll love you. Adding that he doesn't need you to cook for him, he eats the human flesh raw. :)

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 He'll become more affectionate, letting those sweet nothings whisp into your ear and comfort you.

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ghostlyforxst · 10 months

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Hi sorry to bother but if your requests are open I’m hoping you can read this? I was wondering if you can write a reaction of the hashiras finding out that y/n was an assassin before becoming a hashira? Like what are their thoughts, are they ok with her, do they still like her, are they afraid of her? Please take your time and no rush :) I hope you have fun with this.

(Ps: her being an assassin is a family thing kinda like Killua from HXH.)

GENDER: Gender Neutral Reader

WARNINGS: Assassin Reader, Slight! Metions of Family Trouble, and Slight! Angst

CHARACTERS: Gyomei Himejima, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Obanai Iguro, Muichiro Tokito, Giyuu Tomioka, Kyojuro Rengoku, Mitsuri kanroji. Uzui Tengen, and Shinobu Kacho

WORD COUNT: 401

A/N- I am still taking request, and I'll make post if I weren't! and of course I can write this for you, so enjoy!

Startled, with a few being slightly more alarmed than shocked, but they are interested and curious—I'm sure quite a few questions are itching to be answered.

If you are currently a hashira and gave brief information about your past to them, then I really doubt they’ll dislike you if all of you were on friendly terms before. But you’ve got people like Obanai and Sanemi, debbie-downers of the hashiras, skeptical and concerned if you would still end in those troublesome behaviors for a quick buck. Within enough time they’ll forget it and notice it wasn’t your fault for being forced by your parents to continue that trade. The rest would simply be the phrase “The past is in the past.” They’ll continue on as before, feeling apologetic and compassion for you after you disclose your story of being ushered into that work by your parents, offering you some comfort as much as they can give.

GYOMEI HIMEJIMA

Tears wettened the hefty man's checks, bowing his head and hands clapped together to pray for your well-being. “You poor soul, I hope that now you can find some peace being amongst us and release yourself from the past.”

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

He frowned and scoffed, “how do we not know you’ll not go back to your old ways!?”

But then expresses his apologies after putting some thought to it, “forgive me for being insensitive.”

OBANAI IGURO

He scowled and pointed his finger at you, “and you're a hashira? Hashira defend people, not murder them for payment!”

Obanai won't apologize verbally, but in a way his gaze softens and his actions seem less hostile once you told more about your past.

MUICHIRO TOKITO

Externally unbothered but shocked, then forgets. “The clouds are pretty.”

GIYU TOMIOKA

Unperturbed, though his eyes soften. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

KYOJURO RENGOKU

The time a smile never comes to his face, beside the sympathetic one as he rests a hand on your shoulder. “That must've been hard for you, Y/N. But I'm proud of you and how far you have come. Remember to set your heart ablaze!”

MITSURI KANROJI

Her eyes widen, a mouth hiding her quivering lip, before rushing and embracing you into her arms. “It okay, Y/N. I promise that we see you no different than before, I am happy that you were comfortable to share that with us.”

TENGEN UZUI

He nods his head and pats your head, “that was very flamboyant of you, but no matter what don’t let the past hold your back!”

SHINOBU KOCHO

She smiled softly and rubs your back, “well at least you are out of that situation and are coming into a more stable life with us.”

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ghostlyforxst · 10 months

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Hi, are your requests open?

For Demon Slayer, I would like a headcannon+Short scenario with Rengoku, Akaza, Uzui and Genya with a s/o who’s like Wednesday Adams? It can be a GN or she/her, bonus if you include “the thing”

GENDER: Gender Neutral Reader

WARNINGS: Wednesday Addams AU, Fluff, Mentions of Gore, and Not Proffed.

CHARACTERS: Kyojuro Rengoku, Akaza, Uzui Tengen, and Genya Shinazugawa

WORD COUNT: 503

A/N- Still having trouble spelling Wensday-Wednesday lmao, anyways I apologize for responding late and I hope you don't mind that I'm basing this off of the old Wednesday Addams. But, Enjoy!

RENGOKU KYOJURO 𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 Opposites attract, that’s the relationship the two of you share—day and night.

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 Kyojuro finds your odds norms and indifferent attitude unique, he is even-tempered man. Though your fascination on torturing and death is a bit odd, but he'll turn a blind eye for you. Kyojuro is also the one who initiates the affection in the relationship, it doesn’t bother him, clinging to you even as your hand thrusted against his chest—laughing boisterously.

“And who is this, darling?” kyojuro questioned, eyeing the hairy being you were speaking to.

You whipped around, your leaden eyes observing him before you montoned. “Oh Kyojuro, meet my cousin itt. He was visiting for my fathers sake, we were just ending our conversation.”

Kyojuro smiled and bowed, “pleasure to meet your cousin Itt!”

Once those gibberish words left cousin Itt’s hidden mouth, Kyojuro was baffled and curious. “What did he say?”

UZUI TENGEN

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 Tengen does find you quite strange and unflamboyant, but in a since that’s what sort of attracted him. The relationship is odd, unexpected, since the two of your personality are vastly different—a relationship people would never have thought of.

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 Obviously Tengen and his wives are the ones who bring about the affection, it does bother them at times but when you show your affection in your own way it eases their thoughts.

Your feet patered about the house, until your movements came to a halt. You discern the familiar gibberish being spoken, you peaked behind the wall watching as Tengen nodded and laughed with Itt. Not much fazes you, but this did.

“Yeah, I’ll go get them!”

SHINAZUGAWA GENYA

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 Genya himself feels unusual, being pushed away by his older brother and so on, and that’s why his attracted to you—leaving him unruffled by your morbid and emotionless behavior.

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 Though he is shy around you, he is the one to begin the affection and isn’t troubled by it that much. But like Tengen, he notices the slightest affection from you.

“Y/N!” Genya shouted, sprinting towards you his weapon aimed to kill.

You snatched a rock from the ground and threw it at, whacking him to throw him off. “Genya, this is my relative not a demon.”

“ :o ”

AKAZA

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 Unbothered, Akaza enjoys your indifferent and morbid attitude. It doesn’t annoy him like a certain someone, Douma, and finds your sarcasm and intelligence attractive. Matter of factly, Akaza feeds into your morbid attitude by supplying you victims or even indulging in your gory behaviors.

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸Affection is rarely shared between the two of you, but Akaza would the one to act on it if so.

You watched from the sidelines as Akaza battled the firey head man, your lips pulling up fairly as he toyed with him. You peered over your shoulder, catching sight of a familiar hairy being.

“Cousin Itt, what a surprise.” You spoked, stepping over to him.

“---gibberish—”

“Is that so, hm, Akaza should be finished soon and we can leave.”

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GENDER: Female Reader

WARNINGS: Inappropriate Language, Jealousy, 18+, Fingering, Oral (Male Receiving), Cum Denial, Squirting, Slight! Hair Pulling. and Slight! Degrading

CHARACTER: Ran Haitani

WORD COUNT: 830

A/N - I've been wanting to write this for while now and I pleased that I got too, also got thigh riding one coming up soon just got to figure which character. Which character do y'all want?

ABRIVATION KEY: F/F = Favorite Food, Y/N = Your Name

Ran hated it, he hated the way your radiant lips were upturned into a smile at the coquettish waiter—oblivious of his flirtatious remarks and touchy-feely hands.

“And for the beautiful lady, F/F.” The waiter beamed as he laid the dish before you, his hand ghosting over yours purposely.

It pissed Ran off, and his irritability only intensified as you removed the napkin hidden beneath your plate. “Give that here.”

You peered up at Ran and reached over the table, complying with him. Ran’s eyes narrowed at the paper cloth, pupils trembling with rage, his calm demeanor unraveling. The bastard had inked his number into the napkin with ‘Need a better man? Call me.’ written below it. That sent Ran over the edge, baffled and angered at how the dumbass could soberly flirt with you when you are with him, he hops to his feet and rams his hands against the wooden table—frightening you and the surrounding customers.

Ran snatches you by the wrist, yanking you from the chair and out the restaurant. He needed to get away before he made the mistake of murdering that waiter.

"Woah, where are we going?" You questioned, confused. “What is wrong with you, Ran?”

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with me!?” Ran laughed bitterly, roughly tugging the car door open and ushering you into the leather seat. “That damned waiter is what is wrong with me. Not just the waiter either, it’s how you didn’t even deny any of his actions and comments. But that doesn’t matter right now, because I’mma remind you who you belong to you fucking slut.”

Ran shuts the door noisily before rushing to the drivers, he revs up the car and speeds off. You glanced over at him, watching how his knuckles whitened at the grip of the steering wheel and his jaw clenching angrily. Your eyes wandered out the window, pondering on your words, the silence was strained and you hated it—-but his jealousy was secretly attractive.

“I’m sorry-”

Ran’s hand ceased your apology with a squeeze of your thigh, your breath quivering as his fingers inched up your leg and under your dress.

“No panties, huh?” Ran spoke, scowling before stroking a finger along your bare pussylips.

Your cheeks bloomed with embarrassment and you looked away, feeling yourself becoming aroused.

“Watch me, Y/N.” Ran grinned, pressing past your folds and kneading at your clit. “Watch the one who’s going to make a mess of you.”

You whined hushly, your hips grinding into his hand.

“That’s right baby, make those pretty little noises.” He purred, a finger swirling around your hole before he eased it into your wetness.

Your nails raked against the seat, spreading your legs further apart, with a gasp. Knuckles deep, Ran retreats his finger from your puffy pussy before he adds another digit and thrusts them back into you with a slick slurp of your cunt.

“Ran…”You breathed, writhing with a humming whine.

A lazy smirk comes to Ran's lips, feeling your pussy sucking and tightening around his fingers, and he eases his digits from your wetness before you can cum.

Your thighs chafed against each other desperately and you seized his hand as you pleaded, “Please, please, please make me cum Ran!”

“I don’t think you deserve to cum,” he jested.

“No, please.”

Ran droned thoughtfully before lifting himself up from the seat fairly, a hand still resting on the steering wheel, and shimmied from his pants and boxers—his dick leaping from its confines.

“Suck.”

Your eyes broaden before hurdling over the middle compartment and taking his erection into your hand, parting your lips and circling the head of his cock with your tongue. His lips lifts with a snarl as his hand grasps your hair and bucks his hips into your mouth, plunging his dick into your wet heat.

‘Honk!’

“Shit.” He hissed, his free hand returning to the wheel.

You smiled broadly around his cock then you hollowed your cheeks and bounced your head, his trimmed pubes tickling your face. Ran inhales suddenly, slamming his head back against the headrest. Your hand slithers down to his balls, palming at them, as your sopping tongue runs along the veins of his dick. Ran jolts, cock twitching, as his hot cum spurts down your constricting throat—choking you.

“Fuck, baby~” He curses, petting your head. “You definitely need a reward after that.”

Your heart thrums against your heaving chest, bobbing your head needily, and adjusting yourself back into your seat. Oh did your cunt throb excruciatingly, sobbing for a release. You sighed as Ran’s fingers made themselves at home in your pussy again, rocking with his fingers. You nibble on your lower lip, tilting your pelvis for him to hit that good spot, approaching your orgasm rapidly. Your back arches, a strained moan coming from you, as you squirted around him.

“Damn, all mine.” He gaped, shoving his fingers into his mouth and lapping your arousal up. “You taste so good~"

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ghostlyforxst · 10 months

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In LOVE with your Tengen fic!! Can I request something similar to it: a farm au where a Centaur Sanemi is trying to breed the reader?? 👀👀

I really love how you write!!

❱ http:˚♡I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys˚ˑؘ 🍄 ·˚

GENDER: Gender Neutral Reader

WARNINGS: Monster AU, Inappropriate Reader, +18, Slight! Breeding, Hair Pulling, Slight! Non-Con, and Marking.

CHARACTER: Sanemi Shinazugawa

WORD COUNT: 561

A/N- I apologize for taking forever to respond to your request and I also apologize for not adding much breeding since I made it gender neutral. Though I am still hoping that this meet some of you expectations and that you enjoyed it!

Another day had dawned, the muggy weather had your clothes embracing your dewy skin and your muscles were tense from the laborious chores you had completed. You had tidied up the stables, harvested the garden, and naturally you cared for your monsters. Yet, rutting season had caused those supposedly uncomplicated chores to become complicated. But thankfully-ish your centaur was the last for the day, though his rutting mindset had you nervous. He became territorial, brash, and overall just desperate—countless of times you had to fight him off and run, screaming as he galloped not too far behind you.

You released the pail to the ground, breathing through your nostrils, and eased the stable doors open. His presence was absent from the stable, your shoulders slumped with a sigh. You take the rake and begin to scrape up the previous hay, ignorant of the lustful beast that snuck noiselessly behind you until fingers tangled themselves into your hair and forced your head onto the scratchy hay bale. “Wah!”

“You are not going anywhere.” The beast, Sanemi, growled as his calloused hand swept down your back to your jeans and yanked them to the ground before his hooves came into view on either side of your head. “You're mine this season and the seasons to come.”

“Sanemi.” you yelped, hips raised high in the air and legs parted for his massive girth. “g-get off!”

Sanemi went seemingly deaf to your words, disregarding them as his hand eased between your legs and teased your arousal. You knew you had stripped him of his sanity from the way his desperate hand stroked and rubbed you, the way he blushfully whimpered under his breath when his cock prodded at your hole. You bit your cheek, restraining the moan that was lodged in your throat as his dick dryly persuaded itself into you.

“I can’t,” Sanemi breathed, “I can’t wait.”

Your blowzy cheeks dampened with tears as you blubbered pleas from him to remove himself, writhing beneath him as his length buried itself into your warmth entirely—the pain becoming near unbearable.

“Begging is a good look for you.” Sanemi smirked breathlessly, bucking his hips into you.

You cried out, grasping at the dead grass, ashamed at how pleasurable it felt. Sanemi stoops down, his tongue darting past his curved lips and he glides the wet muscle along your nape before biting and sucking at the skin—a purplish bruise remaining as he seated himself back up.

His hands raveled themselves back into your hair, roughly tugging, as he rocked himself into you.

“M’feeling so fucking good around me, feels good doesn’t it baby?” Sanemi grunted, yanking your head back and kissing you abruptly. “It has to, you are a mess on my cock. I can feel you falling apart around me. ”

You sobbed at his dick thrusting into the right spot, your tummy tightening before releasing; swallowing air as your hips jerked on his length with a drawn-out whine. Sanemi reaches below you, rolling your niple between his thumb and fingers—his silvery tail whipping behind as his thrust quickens.

Sanemi’s hips stammered, his chest rumbling with a guttural growl, before he emptied himself in your clenching hole. He lazily smooches the back of your head and weighs himself against your back. “Mhm’love you.”

You hummed in response and Sanemi chuckled, “rest, I'm wanting a second round soon.”

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ghostlyforxst · 10 months

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Could I request some fluff for the platonic yandere maga kiribaku au like if the reader was scared of storms and tu were being punished and left to sleep alone in the cold but then a storm starts and they start crying or the start to shake because the at scared .

I will understand if you can't do this but thank you anyway.

GENDER: Gender Neutral Reader

WARNINGS: Astraphobia, Snake Creatures, and Fluff

CHARACTERS: Kirishima Eijirou and Katsuki Bakugo

WORD COUNT: 325

A/N- Thank you for requesting, hope this meets you expectations!

Your hair billowed in the sighs of the intensifying winds, discerning the skies rumbling with an imminent storm and the subtle lighting zipping throughout the night sky. You curl up into your quivering body in the cusp of the nest away from the snoozing serpents. You've been awake for the past hour, unable to receive a lick of sleep. Your eyes and ears were fooling you, hallucinating hair-raising creatures in the darkness and hearing odd noises derived from it—your deceiving organs and the nearing storm had you distressed undeniably.

Admittedly it was stupid of you, you wouldn’t be facing this situation if you hadn’t said those nasty words. The guilt you felt after shouting awfully about their deceased snakelings and how much you detested them, the guilty pressure worsening when you perceived Kirishima’s lips wobbling with tears and Bakugo’s face saddening. You felt your own tears bubble up, your trembling heightening as the wind whisked the downpour into the hollow tree and onto you.

Unknowingly the two nagas laid awake with you and listened to your tiny sniffles, wrestling with themselves to not yank you into them and coddle you—it was crushing them, they themselves couldn't sleep without you between them.

Your heart quickened and your cries became more noisily as the lighting flared more frequently, yelping as it struck a tree nearby. Bakugo and Kirishima raised abruptly, eyeing your soaking form concerningly.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Kirishima asked, wincing as his fingers reached over and caressed your cold skin.

You peered up at him and whispered, "no, I hate storms."

"Awe baby…" Kirishima cooed, swooping you into his arms.

"I'm sorry." You spoke hushly, nestling into his chest with a pleased hum. "For earlier."

Kirishima and Bakugo smiled, nuzzling into you and swathing you with their tails. "It's alright, my snakeling."

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ghostlyforxst · 10 months

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About the platonic yandere kiribaku au

How would they react to a fem reader fettine her period.

I'm sorry if you aren't comfortable wrighting this or if I made any mistake wrighting this, english is not my first language.

Thank you in advance 😄

GENDER: Female Pronouns Are Used

WARNINGS: Mentions of a Period and Fluff

CHARACTERS: Kirishima Eijirou & Katsuki Bakugo

A/N- Of course I can! There should be no shame about writing about a period, it's normal. I hope you don't mind that I've written it like headcanons, but I hope you enjoy!

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 First light of the morning, snuggled within the grasp of their serpent tails was when the coppery scent had waft in to their nostrils.

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 Bakugo's and Kirishima's eyes flicked open, dismayed, noses smelling out the blood the came from your snoozing form. Hurriedly, they untangled themselves from you—relieved that you still laid between them, yet it didn't ease their concern.

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 The both tossed you around, seeking for any wounds that could've caused the blood smell but not one was found.

"What could it be if there were no injuries, Bakugo?" Kirishima fretted, embracing your confused self. "We need Izuku, he knows more about humans than we do!"

Bakugo frowned and huffed, "let's go."

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 With furrowed brows and teary eyes, they arrived at faerie’s home. They urged Izuku to determine why the bloody smell was coming from you, barging into his house and shoving him towards you.

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 Even if you tried to explain that you are approaching the age for you to start your period, their concern drowned your words. Too distraught to take in consideration that you knew more about yourself than they did, but they went ahead and forced you to visit your uncle Izuku.

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 Once Izuku had clarified the problem, the snake men were soothed and loved on you. You pouted, you tried telling them but they needed more reassurance.

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 Treatment wise, they both are doting. Bakugo feeds you your cravings, even hand feeding you. Kirishima makes sure you are comfortable, fluffing up any pillows if they have some and massage your tummy to help any pain—they even craft you pads.

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 Though it's saddens them that their little snakling is becoming a young woman, but they will hide that thought far in the back of their mind and keep babying you.

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ghostlyforxst · 11 months

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Ohhh that Fatgum request 😳 I hope you don't mind a follow-up idea, I'm just thinking about Fatgum being real dominant and drunk on his own power..maybe absorbing some energy from his sub with his quirk (I figure he's more powerful since it's a #1 hero AU) 💦 big and dominant in every way

❱ http:˚♡All To You by Sabrina Claudio ˚ˑؘ 🍄 ·˚

GENDER: Female Reader

WARNINGS: Number One Hero AU, Inappropriate Language, 18+, Masturbation (Female), Overstimulation, Metions of Dumbification, Squirting, Rough Sex, Slight! Breeding, and Dominate behavior

CHARACTER: Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum)

WORD COUNT: 835

A/N- I'm loving all the thirsty fatgum requests, but anyways thank you for requesting and enjoy ;3

You laid awake, eyes boring into the high ceilings as you twisted the ring on your finger, before you flipped and faced Taishiro—watching his chest rise and fall with wordless mumbles.

You were aware he was exhausted from his hero duties, considering that the villains have been more persistent as of late but you missed him. He barely had time for you when he arrived in the late hours, leaving the house lacking his presence throughout the day. It didn't help that you were feeling amorous, needy for Taishiro's rough yet gentle hands and needy for him to release his stress on you. Your eyes shut, tremblingly, as the flaming heat between your feverish thighs became intolerable. A whiny breath utters from your lips as your thighs knead one another desperately for a bit of relief, finding it as your thigh chafed against your puffy clit. You huffed, tears beading in your eyes with frustration, and you entangled your fingers into your hair. Even if your body cried out for Taishiro, you weren’t going to disturb his rest when you could tackle your fat and deprived cunt yourself—but you didn’t intend on waking him.

A hand slithers past your ‘jama shorts, shuddering as your finger stroked over your clad slit before shedding from your shorts and dampened panties. You inhale sharply as the drafty air kisses your aroused cunny, stifling a moan. Your fingers rubbed circles on your folds, slipping in a digit and teasing your sensitive bud. You were losing yourself, becoming more and more difficult to withhold those needful noises and jerks of your hip as your fingers crept down to your greedy hole and stretched you prettily.

“Taishiro~” You breathe, bucking into your hand.

Taishiro’s eyes flicked open, discerning your muffled whimpers and the wet smack of your thrusting fingers, his brows furrowed before raising with realization. He tossed around, catching you as your skin prickled and your back arching when you came around your fingers. His hand tickles over your clammy skin, your arousal seeping into his body, as he felt his cock harden achingly.

Taishiro’s lips draws into a taunting smirk, “my baby is so restless tonight, isn’t she?”

Your glossy eyes widen, before bobbing your head sluggishly.

“Now you know I loathe it when you exclude me, definitely when I could’ve gotten a taste of that pussy.”

“M’sorry, Taishy. Didn’t wanna bother you when I know yer tired.” You murmured, your words drawn out.

He smiled before he mounted you, “that’s sweet of you baby, but you know I gotta punish ya.”

You mewled, his hips rutting against yours, flinging your head back. Taishiro maneuvers himself from his gray joggers, you ogled at his swollen and redden cock. He takes your chin between his fingers and tilts it for you to stare him in the eye. “Look at me…be a good girl and spread wide for me.”

You parted your legs, your glistening lips in sight. Taishiro breathes through his nostrils and envelops his dick with his hand, swirling and smushing the head between your folds before he sheathes himself in your warmth with a groan. Your eyes deters from him, squirming beneath him. He growls and smacks your cunt, manhandling your jaw once again.

“‘I’m not going to ask you again,” He chided, “look at me.”

A hand palms at your stiffen teat while the other grasps your hip, setting a rhythmic tempo. Taishiro’s head slouches with a low hum, absorbing your lustful energy with every pump of his dick—now he was losing himself.

You choked on a sob as Taishiro swells into his chunky form, his girth stuffing you utmost. Your nails clawed at his wrist, his pace increasing. “Taishy, gentle.”

He scoffs before he snatches your legs and forcing them to your chest, fucking you further at an angle that had you squealing.

“I can't help it, baby cakes. I just want you so bad.” Taishiro moaned, his tongue lolled and drooled past his lip as he became drunk off of sex.

You gripped at the sheets, his name coming from your lips, as you came undone. “Taishiro!”

“T’such a good girl.” Taishiro sputtered, eyes rolling back as he spilled himself into your womb.

His hold lessen as he smothers himself into your breast, thrusting languidly, and resting for a few before he lifts himself on to his elbows as his dick jackhammered into your quivering pussy.

“No!” You wailed, attempting to pull from him.

“Give me one more,” He grunted.

You felt your gut tightened once more, your bottom lip wobbling. This was what you wanted, you missed his touch and now you got it with a consequence. Your wall spasmed around his cock, squirting with strained scream. You stared up at him tiredly, watching as his jaw jutted and his back curved when he reached his release. Taishiro collapses beside you, his chest heaving as he brings you into him.

You snuggled into him, lips coming to a smile. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, baby girl.”

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