Xenoooo

(19) I write fanfiction and whatnot Requests are CLOSED for now!!! 18+ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI PLS! Follower Goal: 142/100

[xenowasnothere]

Hiiiii I'm Xeno!!!

I write stuff :3

I'm new to fanfic writing so please be kind to me, yeah? I also do requests!!

PLEASE DNI IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 OR HAVE AN AGELESS BLOG!!!!

New stuff comes out slow because I'm currently in college and I work but I will try to make time for my passion >:D

My rules, fandoms, and masterlist below!

(Note: My NSFW posts have content labels so please turn the setting on to allow that kind of content, please and thank you!)

Fandoms I write for:

Jujitsu Kaisen

My Hero Academia (Pro-heros and ADULT villains only)

Demon Slayer

No, I'm Not A Human

Gachiakuta

Imagines (with and without specific characters)

(I'll add more later depending on what I watch)

What I will write:

Fluff

Smut

Angst (sometimes)

Poly (ships with and without reader)

AMAB Reader

AFAB Reader

GN Reader

What I won't write:

Certain fetishes

Pedophilia

Incest

Age gaps

Zoophilia

Age up fics

I'll add more stuff when I think of them. Let me know what you wanna see!

My masterlist is here!

[xenowasnothere]

Malpractice:

Desc: Jabber has taken a liking to the raider's new doctor. Meanwhile, the raider's doctor likes to be as careless as possible with Jabber

CW: GN Reader, medical malpractice, Jabber, masochism and sadism, freaks, description of needles, drugs, and injuries, a little suggestive

A/N: I got permission from this post by @illubean (thank you!! :D) hopefully this is decent for you!

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Being the raider's only doctor came with its ups and downs. On one hand, you got to practice medicine and make decent connections. On the other hand, you had to deal with the raider's designated freak, Jabber.

You'd noticed early on that he'd always come to you with brutal injuries and a story that made it all too clear he got hurt on purpose. And to make matters worse, he'd practically beg you to make sure his treatment hurt. And that intrigued you.

Cut to present day and Jabber is lying on your medical table, breaths heavy as you hold a scalpel close to one of his many bullet wounds. You look down at him, eyes darkened with an unknown motive. All the while, his smile never waivers.

"How'd this happen? Normally it's just cuts and gashes." You question, adjusting the bright lamp fixated on his body. "Even a broken bone is more predictable than this.." Jabber sucks in a breath, his chest feeling heavy. A low laugh erupts from his throat, followed by a pained groan. You quirk an eyebrow, noticing the sizable bruising at his side.

"A broken rib too? You're just full of surprises today, aren't you?" You say, voice laced with falsified care. Your gloved fingers press down on the darkened spot, earning another pained groan from Jabber.

"Do that again, Doc! Make it HURT!" He speaks up, hands shaking from anticipation. You him and oblige watching his face twist in pain and pleasure. His breaths come ragged and short, egging you on more. You make a disgusted sound, making him bite his lip.

"Alright freak, let's get you all dosed up. I don't need you getting any louder while I work.." you carelessly say, moving away from his battered body to grab a syringe. You lightly flick the needle, watching as the transparent liquid leaks out of it slightly.

Moving closer, you lean down to angle the needle to his neck. You can hear his breaths become staggered and impatient. You press the needle into his skin as he opens his mouth to speak.

"Doc... you're reaaal good t'me..." he says, eyes closing slightly. "Mmm... that shit's strong.. what'd ya give me?" You perk an eyebrow, impressed that he noticed it wasn't the usual anesthesia you gave him. A crooked smile is plastered into your face, hidden under your white face mask.

"Oopsies. Guess I gave you the wrong one." You simply say, feigning ignorance. "I'm sure you'll be fine. Just relax and let me work." Jabber mumbles incoherently as you start to work on his wounds seriously.

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Jabber opens his eyes, lids heavy. His body felt off. One side limp, the other in a deliciously agonizing sting. How long was he out?

You look over at the table he resided on, an eyebrow quirked. You'd been cleaning off your tools after tending to another raiders wounds. He'd definitely feel jealous after that.

"Oh good, you're awake." You say, voice sounding uninterested. "Sorry about the drugs. Your body started reacting weirdly to the anesthesia so I stopped midway with the numbing and painkillers." Jabber attempts to sit up, his right arm and leg failing to cooperate.

"Oh yeah, and uh... if you find that needle I left on you, give it back. I got bored after trying to inject you with a toxin." You explain off handedly. "For funsies." Jabber stares at you, then down at his flaccid limbs. Then, he smiles. A crooked, pleasured smile you became all too familiar with.

"Daaamn, you did all that and didn't let me stay awake for it!?" He says, a fake pout on his face. "Always teasin' me, Doc." You smile at his enthusiasm.

"Heeeyyy, you still got those toxins I gave you, right?" He asks, trying to look over at the opened medicine cabinet. You tilt your head curiously.

"Yeah. Though, I did mix 'em up. Like, a lot." You say, waving a hand as if to toss the thought away.

"Wanna test what they do on people?" Jabber asks, practically drooling at the thought of his blood reacting to the careless concoctions. "See what they'll do to me? C'mon I know you wanna!"

Damn, he knows just how to getcha.

Bonus:

"How is Jabber's condition?" Zodyl asks as he walks to your makeshift clinic with Cthoni.

"I haven't checked yet. The doctor says he's been out for a while." Cthoni replies, eyes keeping her eyes forward.

As they approach the door to your operating room, a series of laughter and groans could be heard. Your voice could be heard followed by... was that a moan he heard?! Zodyl's eye twitches. He quickly rushes to the door, slamming it open, only to stop dead in his tracks.

The display was taboo to say the least. You'd straddled Jabber's lap. Your gloved hands caressing another needle. Meanwhile, Jabber's chest had been littered with discarded needles and prick points. You both give a look that mimicked a child being caught with their hand in a cookie jar. Busted...

Zodyl stands there, then turns around to leave. Cthoni gives you both a look before shutting the door.

Of course it's you two who leave the boss speechless.

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I wanted to write more sooo bad, I started blanking so hard ;w; I hope this was sort of good at least!

Thanks again to @illubean for letting me use this idea :3

Thank you all for reading!

Bye bye!

[xenowasnothere]

Hii I really enjoyed your ninah characters x visitor reader! Could you do a similar prompt for Sleepless intruder and/or homeowner? Tysm!!

Hiii and yes I can!!! Thank you for the ask 💚💚

CW: Reader is kind of obsessed with smells and is really touchy, mentions of smoking and drinking

A/N: Sorry for my absence and delays, I've been going through a lot over the past few months

What am I Going to do With You? Pt.2

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"Mmm... your hair smells so good. Like skin and ash." You mumble into his nape. The hermit grunts, but doesn't move. Instead, his arm trails up to your head, petting your head softly. You drag your nose to his shoulder, sniffing deeply.

"Now this... has a third smell.." you mumble into the soft cotton of his sweater. "Beer... does it taste good? You drink it a lot." The hermit looks over at you, eyebrows raised slightly.

"You wanna try it?" He asks, grabbing his half drunken can. You beam and instantly take it from his hand, the lukewarm liquid splashing out. "Don't overdo it-" he doesn't get to finish as you're already chugging the beverage.

"Bleh... it's... weird.." you say, looking down at the can as if it's taste will change. "How do you drink this everyday?" The hermit chuckles and cracks open another can.

"It's not the taste I'm there for, it's the effect." He explains, sipping his own drink. You shake your head and tap at the can lightly. The hermit takes another sip, sighing when he feels you lean into his arm again.

"Like the effect you have on my chest...?" you mumble into his sleeve. He perks up at this, eyeing you curiously. "The closer you are, the more my chest gets all warm. I chase after that."

His heart leaps. A visitor with such gentle emotions. A visitor with a drive for love. How unheard of. It eases his mind. But, only for a second, as you speak up again.

"I chase that smell you have too..." you say, hand moving to grasp his own. You place onto your face, inhaling the familiar scent. "So pleasant... so delicious..." The hermit snatches his hand away, catching you off guard. Despite deeming you mostly harmless, he still gets that unsettling feeling when you describe humans like food.

"Don't... say that..." he says, a light, exasperated sigh leaving his lips. You nuzzle into his arm, not picking up his stern tone. All the while, a lingering question stays stagnant in his mind.

"What am I going to do with you?"

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Oooookaaayyy... so it's not the greatest, but it's not the worst I've written-

Sorry I couldn't think of anything for the sleepless man. My mind blanked out every time I tried :<

Thanks for reading everyone! Until next time!

[xenowasnothere]

Closer:

Xeno writes about men who yearn and are kinda obsessed with you (because they miss their doting boyfriend smh)

His thrusts are sloppy, yet slow. Your body is pressed unbelievably close to his. The feel of your skin sends shocks of hunger and pleasure throughout his flushed body.

He doesn't care about the time, or how loud he is. The only on his mind is you. Only you.

His arms pull you in, keeping you steady. He needs more. How cruel for you to be limited by skin. He wants you closer. He needs you closer.

Call it an obsession, but all he wants is to feel your being in every way possible. He wants to feel your love in anyway he can. He wants you closer. So much closer.

Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Nanami Kento, Tamsy Caines, Gris Rubion, Jabber Wonger, Kyojiro Rengoku, Obanai Iguro, Akaza, Homeowner, Pale visitor, Coat Guy, Tomura Shigaraki, Keigo Takami, Hazashi Yamada (and all your favs!)

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Hi hi! This is a tiny totally not a filler drabble whilst I work on the 100 follower special......

I'll get to it eventually I promise! It's been tough... since it's short atm-

Thanks for reading! Bye bye!!

[xenowasnothere]

More unsettling reader ninah fanfic.... plz. .. plz pkz pretty plz💗💗💗

Of course!! Thanks for the ask!! 💚💚💚 -w-

Desc: More of the NINAH characters encounter the unsettling reader who stares a lot and doesn't quite respect personal space

A/N: Had this in the works for a while, so I decided to attach this to the ask above! I also had to think reaaaallly hard about what characters to add. Hope this turned out okay! Enjoy! So sorry it took so long for this to come out!

CW: GN reader, added my own lore on Wireface's part, a suggestive on creepy guy's part, creepy guy is his own warning (freak)

[Link to part one here!]

NINAH Charcters and the Unsettling Reader (pt. 2):

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Cashier Girl:

She hates the way you stare

The way your eyes bore into hers makes her stomach churn

It makes her think you know more than you let on. As if you knew she was a visitor

It's even worse when she realizes that you slip through the closet door silently

Why are you staring so much? Is it because she's a visitor? Are YOU a visitor?

What makes this worse, is when you lean towards her.

She'll shut her eyes tight while yours stay open

She'll shudder and question you weakly

"W-what did I do?.... Was it something I said? I should leave, I might be a visitor and you might know it right?"

She huddled in the corner of the small closet, feeling trapped. She bites the tip of her finger, shaking a bit. All because you were standing in the doorway.

You had a small blanket draped over your shoulders. It was dark, but it felt as if she could clearly see your eyes. They were almost glowing.

"D-did you need something from me?" She meekly squeaks out, eyes darting around for a way out. "Do you see something I don't? Please! Speak!" You only continue to stare.

You suddenly move your arm up slightly. She fears the worst and shuts her eyes tightly. Was this the end? Was she going to die this way? Maybe it was for the better. Perhaps it could end her anxiety over her identity as human or visitor.

However, as she clenched pretty much every muscle in her body, all she heard was the sound of a wrapper being opened. She opens one eye slightly, then blinks. Here you were, staring her down while carefully opening a chocolate bar. Her brows furrow in disbelief.

Once you got it open, you point the opened part towards her. She looks down at it, body still stiff. Why were you offering her this? Weren't you going to kill her for possibly being a visitor?

She tries not to look up at your intense eyes and reaches for the chocolate. She breaks off an uneven piece and coils it back towards her. You lean towards her, as if waiting for her to eat it. She sinks into her self again, but carefully eats the small piece of chocolate.

As she does this, you lean away and finally step back. You take a piece of chocolate and eat it as well, eyes still fixated on her. She chews awkwardly, as if she'd never eaten food before.

You then retreat, eyes still fixated in her trembling form. The door clicks shut behind you, leaving the Cashier Girl to her thoughts.

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Neighbor's Daughter:

The first time she was brought over to your home with her dad, she was a bit unsettled by your off-putting nature

But over time, she came to enjoy spending time with you

Always brings over a tea set when she's allowed to visit

Probably one of the very few people who don't find you all that creepy

Opts to give you hugs when you get a little too close to her (she thinks it's your way of asking)

"Okay, now you have to help me pick a pretty dress! It's important!" She beams, holding up two dresses on hangers. It's been the first time in a few months since she's seen you, and what better way to spend time with you than with a royal tea party!

Meanwhile, you're staring off, eyes fixated on her eyes. You subtly swap your tiny teacup to your left hand. She tilts her head, then her eyes widen again.

"Ohhh!! You think I should wear the yellow one, right?" She exclaims with a gasp. You lean forward, unblinking. She smiles and gets up. "Stay right there, I need to put on my dress! You and I will be the princesses of my castle!" She darts into her closet briefly, slipping the dress over her clothes. You sit there, eyes now fixated on the closet. You hear her small giggles and a bit of shuffling from behind the door.

She suddenly gets another idea. She rummages through her box of fun hats and pulls out two plastic tiaras. How perfect for your royal tea party!

"This'll be perfect! They'll be so amazed by my crowns they'll smile for sure!" She thinks before swing the closet door open. However, when she does, she jumps back with a yelp.

There you were, standing perfectly still at the door. Your teacup was still in your left hand. She makes an annoyed sound and grabs your hand, leading you back to the small kiddy table.

"I told you to stay right there, silly. You scared me!" She scolds as she set you back down in the small chair. "Buuut, on the bright side, I got you a tiara. You'll be the fairest in the land!" She places the crown on your head and then puts hers on.

"Okay! Now we can have a REAL tea party!" She exclaims, sitting down eagerly and holding her small tea pot.

Sure, you may have a tendency to be off putting, but you make great company for tea parties in her book.

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Wireface:

You freak him out

Your stares feel judgmental and burning

Not to mention, your constant close proximity catches him off guard

The closeness also makes him feel claustrophobic at first

But over time, he starts to fill the uneasiness with talking. Lots and lots of endless talking on his end

He'd talk, and ramble, and blather on about anything and everything

His favorite hobbies, his backstory, his goals and aspirations.

Hell, he'd even rambled about a comercial he saw on TV. Anything was substance in his eyes, just as long as he entertained the silence.

"Zmw gsv gizrm irwv dzh hl ufm, R olev gsv dzb rg hlfmwh..." ("And the train ride was so fun, I love the way it sounds...") Wireface rambles, using his hands to animate himself. He's looking everywhere except the small corner you've propped yourself in. "Wl blf orpv gizrmh? Szev blf yvvm lm z gizrm yvuliv?" ("Do you like trains? Have you been on a train before?") He doesn't give any leeway for an answer, not that you would anyways.

He continues his banter, until he looks up. He catches himself in sentence. Your eyes, closer than before. Not too close, but definitely not the same distance as before.

Wireface makes a disgruntled sound. Subtle, but noticeable compared to his flow of talking. He starts again, clearing his throat and switching topics.

"R-R ivnvnyvi dsvm R fhvw gl kozb rm yzmw zh z prw. R kozbvw hzclkslmv..." ("I-I remember when I used to play in a band as a kid. I played saxophone...") he starts again, hands fumbling over each other.

Your gaze never waivers, if anything, it intensified with each fumbling word that spill from his punctured lips. And yet, he rambled on, eyes suddenly fixating on the subtle flickering of the closet light.

"B-blf nrtsg dzmg gl urc gszg ortsg. Rg nrtsg-?! ("Y-you might want to fix that light. It might-?!")

A startled and confused sound echoed through the closet as he notices that you'd now gotten even closer. Only this time, you were standing up, looking down at his coiled back figure.

When did you start standing? He didn't hear you move at all! And why were your eyes so... piercing?!

Questions and utter panic rushed through Wireface's brain as he leaned back towards the wall. What should he do? Should he run? Push you away? Call for someone? Too many possibilities for something to go wrong. What should he do?

He slides himself to your right, inching himself towards the door. Your eyes follow him intently. His hands tremble as he gets up and twists the cold knob of the door open. He takes one more glance at you, shivering as he sees your eyes fixated on his back.

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Creepy Guy:

Yikes...

He thinks every aspect of your behavior is practically foreplay for him

Your constitutes your staring as voyurism and loves that humiliation aspect from it

Since you're so silent, you always startle him but ngl, I think he likes that too...

Hates when you walk away from him or turn away to stare down something else. He wants all of that attention! (Attention whore)

Ironically, his freakish banter is always interrupted by someone walking in (he's suspecting this is preplanned)

Another yapper btw

Over all he's just a freak about you

He probably touches himself while you're off in lala land

There he was on your kitchen floor. Sitting, staring back up at you. Creepy Guy's hands tremble, whether from pleasure and fear, no one knew. Your far off eyes bore into his, making a nervous laugh erupt from his throat.

"Are you gonna do something to me? Will it hurt~?" He asks, despite knowing you wouldn't give an actual answer.

He notices an uneaten apple in your hand. How long has that been there. When did you grab it?

"Maybe you'll gag me with that apple? Like a spit roasted pig~?" He practically moans, pressing his thighs together in anticipation. Had this been anyone else, they would've left by now. And yet, you stay put. Completely unmoving. Somehow, this did manage to unnerve him just a tiny bit. His breathing gets harder.

Suddenly, the door swings open, startling Creepy Guy. Bar guy stands in the doorway, face scrunched up at the scene. You turn your head slowly, eyes devoid of anything conscious or rational.

"I don't wanna know." He simply says, shutting the door quickly. Your eyes linger on the door, eyes staring too hard at the wooden entryway. All the while, creepy guy whines at the loss of your, albeit absentminded, attention.

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OH THANK THE STARS I FINISHED IT!!! I APOLOGIZE DEEPLY FOR DELAYING THIS POST I DIDN'T HAVE ANY IDEAS FOR A LONG WHILE!

Uhm anyways, thank you for indulging in my lackluster writing, I'm still working on the 100 follower special but, I keep running out of ideas (I know I'm repeating myself, but it's the truth)

But, thank you once again! Bye for now!

[mxrderscenes]

writing is so funny because i could write nonstop for 9hrs and then hit a block where im like "how do i transition between this moment and the next?" and then i just dont touch it for 6 months

[xenowasnothere]

Bribery

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI PLEASE

Desc: Secret relationships don't come easy at the Cleaner's HQ, and yet, you and Tamsy manage.But, what will you do when Enjin barges in at the wrong moment?

CW: AFAB reader, Face sitting, slight exhibitionism, voyeurism, spit roasting (is that what it's called??), bondage/shibari??, praise and degradation, Tamsy's kinda mean lmao

A/N: Got into Gachiakuta and I'm low-key obsessed 😭 hope it's not too terrible ;w; Also this is for Tamsy's birthday! :D

Also please feel free to comment! I like responding to them :3

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You stifle another moan as your hips grind desperately against Tamsy's mouth. His tongue moves meticulously against all of the sensitive spots in your core. He groans when clench involuntarily around him.

Tamsy was painfully hard, that was no secret. However, he'd much rather devour your pretty cunt before he completely ravages you with his cock. His hands reach up to intertwine with yours. He lets out another groan as you grip his hands.

"T-Tams- hah~... m'so close~... can I~?" You breathlessly moan, feeling that familiar warmth in your pelvis. He lets out low "Mmhmm", his voice vibrating against your aching core. You throw your head back, chasing your high. However, in the midst of your blinding pleasure, you fail to realize the door swinging open.

Enjin, who'd stumbled in searching for Tamsy, stood as stuff as a board. The way your bare chest heaved as your aching hips sought after your high was captivating. His eyes trailed up and down your writhing body, noticing how your throat bobbed every time you held back another moan. This is what Tamsy's been up to? Ravaging you like you were sweet treat to have?

Fortunately, you'd reached your high, a string of Tamsy's name escaping your lips. Your voice was angelic to both men. So sweet and blissed out. Enjin watched as your hips stuttered and loud squelch could be heard. Tamsy made you squirt.

You sit for a second, slightly lifting your hips to allow Tamsy a chance to breathe. You bow your head lazily before looking up, a dazed look in your eye. You don't process Enjin at first, but once you did, you scrambled off of Tamsy almost instantly.

Meanwhile, Tamsy keeps a calm expression, eyeing Enjin. He licks his lips, tasing your essence once more. For some reason, Enjin can't move. He doesn't know why.

"Just leave man!" He thinks to himself, watching as Tamsy, who's shirtless and had your release still dripping down his chin, walks up to him, pulling him into the room. He tries to pull away from the long haired man, but his grip is surprisingly strong.

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Enjin has no idea how he got in this situation. He couldn't believe he'd agree to something so outlandish. He couldn't believe he let himself get bribed like this.

Here he was, arms tied against his back and your mouth engulfing his cock. He throws his head back as your tongue glides across the underside of his shaft. Your arms had been tied in a similar fashion, the blue threads clashing prettily with your skin.

"Isn't she just wonderful~?" Tamsy inquires, a hand resting on your head. "Obedient and sweet.~ Devouring your cock like it's her favorite meal~." Enjin barely chokes out a noise as you take him a bit deeper. Tamsy moves to fully place himself behind you. His cock presses eagerly against your slick entrance.

"May I?" He lowly says in your ear. You moan around Enjin, making him buck into you. Your hips push back eagerly.

As he pushes into you, the three of you let out long winded groans. Enjin is the first to set the pace.

"D-damn Tamsy... you've got your work cut out for ya~?" He strains, legs shaking as Tamsy's thrusts make it much harder to keep his composure. "She's fuckin' swallowing me whole~." You suck a bit harder at his words, feeling him throb inside your mouth. All the while, Tamsy is practically rearranging your insides. Cock slamming against every sensitive spot the resided in you. Your walls contracting and pulsing.

"You're doing so well, sweet thing~. Keep him right where we need him~." Tamsy purrs out, feeling you clench again. You feel one of his hands slide down between your legs, jolting when the pads of his fingers make contact.

"Fuuuuck~. I'm so close~.... gonna let me fill up your pretty mouth, baby~?" Enjin groans out, hips bucking out of sync with Tamsy's more calculated thrusts. You look up, eyes glazed over in utter pleasure.

"Not yet, voyeur~." Tamsy chimes in, the taunting name laced in venom. "You don't get to call the shots here~. After all, you like barging into places you don't belong." Enjin groans, thighs shaking as he struggles to hold back his inevitable orgasm. The degrading nickname oddly making it harder to hold back.

"What's wrong~? Too much for Team Akuta's leader to handle? Is a little head too much for you~?" Tamsy coos mockingly, hands gripping your hips as you spasm deliciously around him. He can't help the groans that escape his own lips.

Suddenly, you clench, more than before. Tamsy's hips stutter briefly, his hold on your hips growing tighter. You'll definitely have marks from that.

"Getting close, angel~?" He taunts, the nickname leaving a sweet burn in your lower stomach. "You're in luck, Enjin. I'll let you off the hook this time." Enjin groans and tilts his head back, breathy groans leaving is throat. So good. So warm. So close.

Within another couple of thrusts, Enjin is spilling himself down your throat. His hips making desperate attempts to hold you at the base. You gag at the feeling. Tamsy slows his hips and pulls back enough for you to slip Enjin's cock out. There's a moment of silence that's accompanied by labored breathing before Tamsy decides to throw you right back into it.

Your face is now squished against Enjin's torso as Tamsy chases his own orgasm. His hips driving himself deeper into at such a fast pace. He then slides a hand down to rub tight, fast circles over your aching clit. It's all so much for you, you can't even stop the waves of utter pleasure that comes crashing down on you.

Your thighs tremble as you feel yourself gush around him, mouth agape in a silent scream. Your walls clam down harshly, spasming around Tamsy's throbbing length. You've cum so hard you don't even realize he's spilling himself inside of you.

Enjin, whose breaths were now running steady, strains against tokushin's threads. Tamsy notices and pulls out, making you shudder. He moves to the bedside table and grabs his vital instrument, retracting the blue threads. He chuckles when Enjin traces the light indents with his finger. Tamsy then speaks up, voice smooth yet it dripped with an unknown poison.

"I take it you'll keep your mouth shut about this? After all, I gave you a taste of something sacred~."

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My shitty contribution to Tamsy's birthday 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

I'm hoping my next post will actually be the 100 follower special ;w; I keep getting busy and getting ideas for different things (sorry everyone)

Regardless, thanks for reading!!

[xenowasnothere]

Mural of my Muse:

Desc: August has a wall of inspiration that only he's allowed to see.

CW: GN reader, does this count as creepy behavior??, established relationship

A/N: Gachiakuta has consumed me. I'm drowning, but I'm right where I wanna be /hj. Also I'm a little embarrassed about posting for some reason?

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From designing sets of custom clothes for you, to tanking a deadline from you, August Stilza was head over heels for you. He showed it the only way he knew how. Loudly. He made sure you knew just how he felt. And you loved him for that. How could you not?

He showered you in endless compliments, came to you first for ideas, and even let you impede in his work. You made sure to take care of him as well. Making sure he ate and got some sleep. Even going as far as to make him food and sweet talking him to bed. All the while, he's boisterously falling for you all over again.

However, despite his loud and unfiltered speech and personality, August kept a secret. Not just from all the cleaners, but from you as well. Even his sister and grandma didn't know. No one knew the secret on his workshop wall. No one but him.

On the wall where the large, metal door resided, pictures of you were plastered across the surface. They all told stories and were a little different from one another. Some captured your smile, whilst some captured a focused expression. Some even depicted your sleeping face when you'd tired yourself out.

They were special to him. Every single one. However, there were a select few that held much more sentiment than the others. The pictures he kept of you trying on his custom outfits. You posed cutely for him. Some poses struck dramatically than others, mostly for jokes. You were aware in these photos, but unaware that he kept them. And he kept them all.

These particular photos were hung particularly high on the wall. All for a reason. They held a specific purpose when it came to their position. A purpose August only knew.

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August balls up another piece of paper, a loud, frustrated sigh escaping his lips. Another discarded design that didn't sit right with him. Another creative block preventing him from creating amazing clothing....great. His tumultuous music echos off of the walls as he ruffles his long locks. He can't work in these conditions.

He leans back in his chair, turning it to face the door. Slowly, his eyes trail up to the model pictures of you. His eyes focus on your face. Then, to your body, the clothes you'd dawned for him. So pretty. So inspiring.

"C'MON BABY, GIMME AN IDEA OR TWO!!" He shouts, as if the still images could listen to his demands. He starts to chant a string of resounding "C'mon... c'mooooon"'s as his eyes dart from photo to photo, eyes finally landing on an image of you wearing a custom jacket with a particularly dazzling accent color. It clashed so well with your skin, he almost didn't want to make you put more clothing on when you tried that on. You'd jokingly worn his shades to "finish the awesome look", as you put it.

He jerks his body forward, shouting intensely at the sudden ideas sprouting from his mind. He makes finger guns at the photo, as if you could see him.

"HELL YEAH, BABY! YOU ALWAYS KNOW YOUR STUFF! HAHAHA!!" He exclaims, swiftly turning is his chair to start his intense creative process.

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Kinda bad but it's something (projecting in the creative process lines oh lawd....) I have potential to make smut out of this so I've noticed (would you guys even want that???)

Anyways, hope this was somewhat enjoyable to read. I'll be posting a little more in the summer (sorry for inconsistency)

Thanks so much for reading!!

[johnny-depp-is-loved]

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Guys this is how most of my drafts look 😭 they're so unfinished it's not even funny anymore

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Hii, slight update:

Sorry for writing delays, I just found out I'm incapable of writing an essay with strict resources so I've kind of lost my touch. Don't worry I'm still going to post, just a little while later from now.

Also, things are stressful with my job and I've concluded that I'm stuck in a low paying, dead end job (not the worst thing ever, but it's messing with me mentally).

Expect at least 1 post sometime next month, I promise. Sorry again everyone!

[xenowasnothere]

Disruptive:

Desc: Jabber does more than talk in his sleep (Jabber sleep headcanons)

CW: GN Reader, use of drugs/toxins, Jabber is his own warning I'm sure

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Sleeping in the same bed with Jabber Wonger can be... rough... On the rare occasion you both get proper down time in a comfy place, Jabber always opts to sleep with you, despite his knowledge of his terrible sleeping habits. It's worse that you let him.

For starters, it's a nightmare to get him to actually lay down. The man has too much energy. It gets to the point where you have to use Mankira to get him to lie down. (He's gotten better at actually listening to you though.)

Then, comes the actual sleeping. Jabber... doesn't stay asleep for long. He snores lightly which is manageable, but every now and then he shoots up and begins to yap. And I mean A LOT.

One minute he's sleeping peacefully, light snores lulling you to sleep. Then, he'll suddenly shoot straight up, in full conversation with you. Most of the time when he does this, he's halfway into a thought. And he isn't quiet either, oh no, far from it. He's talking in his usual tone, which startles you often.

Bonus if it's a stupidly mind boggling conversation

"Zzzz... You think turtles and hermit crabs are homeless or naked without...their...shells...?... Zzzzzzz"

But he doesn't stop at talking, oh no, no, no! He's constantly on the move. Whatever he has going on in his dreams is making him move every limb on his body.

From outstretched arms to practically running in his sleep, Jabber will NOT stay still whatsoever. He's definitely lost his bed privileges a few times after kicking you out of your bed (kicking him back should do the trick)

Lastly, Jabber also sleepwalks. A lot more rare, but it does happen. Normally he does it when he isn't sleeping with you. And it's also the only time where he isn't as loud

His feet tread lightly when he sleep walks and he quietly mutters about literally anything

"Mngh... neurotoxins are... *light snore*... mmm" is something you'd probably hear as he sleepily passes by

What makes this worse is that sometimes, very rarely, he'll stand over you, muttering in his sleep. Needless to say, he's definitely tanked a few startled hits to the face from you because of it.

Although Jabber is the worst person you could ever sleep with, you still love each other and you're willing to put up with his terrible sleep behavior. (You've used his neurotoxins to counter this a lot. Good on ya!)

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Just a little something to start off my writing for Gachiakuta (I hope it isn't too terrible ;w;)

Sorry for delays btw I've got selective writers block and a terrible priority balance

Thanks for reading! :D

[xenowasnothere]

You're a good writer- pls dont go bald!!

This is so sweet and funny. Thank you!! 😭 don't worry the hair STAYS!!!

[xenowasnothere]

I just got finished watching all of Gachiakuta.....

SHOULD I START WRITING FOR IT??!!! I KINDA WANNA

Yes

No

Where have you been bro?

Voting ended onMar 26

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Sukuna's Fascination

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI PLEASE

A/N: Just a thought I thunk

CW: Heian Era Sukuna, True form Sukuna (the best form), GN reader

Hope this is okay, sorry for not getting the requests done, I'm working as hard as I can!

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Sukuna, who likes to watch you make decisions in his court. Who allows you to sit on his lap and order people around like you own the place

Sukuna, who likes to see you dressed in luxury clothing. Who has his servants gather the finest silks and fabrics just for you.

Sukuna, who finds the scent of you completely intoxicating. Who loves to bury his face against your skin just to smell you better.

Sukuna, who adores the way you subtly react to his warmth. Who loves when you nuzzle into him

Sukuna, who likes to watch you bathe with him. Who loves the contempt look on your face when you sink into the water.

Sukuna, who smirks every time your breath hitches when he silently presses himself behind you. Who watches your eyes stare up at him with pure adoration.

Sukuna, who worships your body with his entire being. Who uses his hands to caress you. Who uses both mouths to satisfy and prep you.

Sukuna, whose eyes watch your muscles move and contract as you bounce on his cocks. Who guides your hips more with his lower arms.

Sukuna, who praises you through your orgasm. Who tells you how good you are for cumming all over him

Sukuna, whose stomach tongue likes to lick his cum out of your previously filled hole. Who watches your body writhe and trembles at every sensation he provides you with.

Sukuna, who leaves wet kisses all over your body once you're worn out. Whose hands roam gently over your skin.

Sukuna, whose bottom eyes watch over your sleeping body while his main eyes remain closed.

Sukuna, whose fascination holds no bounds. Whose body feels like it can't live without you.

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Another that's been in the drafts for months T-T sorry for delays. I'm kinda shit at keeping an idea in my brain

Hopefully more stuff will come out in the near future (and yes I'll be working on the 100 follower special, it'll take a while though...)

Thanks for reading!

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Appreciate it pooks that shit took forever to write 30 times

This is genuinely so sweet 😭 thank youuu 💚💚💚💚

@rosescafe55 you're awesome and I wish nothing but the best for you fr

I appreciate this more than you know

(It wouldn't let me post this when you originally sent it, still have no idea why)

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Hiiii!! Could I get a nsfw with coat guy and the blistering hot reader (tempters wise) from another one of my requests! Is it ok if I request an AFAB reader!

Yes!!! Thanks for the ask 💚💚💚

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI PLEASE

CW: AFAB reader, semi-public?, brief nipple play, yearning, mutual begging, brief mentions of biting (if you squint), creampie

A/N: It's been a while since I've written for AFAB reader so excuse me for it being super bad ;w; Also sorry for the delay, I've been going through a lot

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"W-we... hah~... we have to b-be quiet~.." Coat guy groans out quietly, hands snaking up to run his thumbs over your exposed nipples. You breathe out, feeling the coolness of his dead cold hands. The pads of his fingers flick the sensitive nub a couple of times, making you gasp.

"I-I know... ngh~..." you whine, feeling your clit brush against his pelvis. "B-but it feels... fuck~... it feels so damn good~. And I feel so- hah~... so hot." Your voice is angelic to him. Needy and breathy while trying to stay quiet. People were sleeping. How taboo to shamelessly fuck in someone else's home...

But, none of that mattered. You were too busy mindlessly grinding yourself down on him, feeling that familiar warmth of your orgasm slowly building up. It was almost painful. No, it was painful. Your already nauseating heat mixed with your heated activity made it almost unbearable. You need relief. You needed his relief.

"Hey... cool me down, yeah~? I-I- ngh~... need it~! Please~..." you beg quietly into his ear, planting kisses along his neck and jaw. He breathes out shakily, his cock twitching at your words. He needed it too.

Coat Guy looks away, but reluctantly lifts his sweater up. Oh, how you missed his endless, freezing void. You pull apart the sliver on your stomach, heat immediately pooling out of it. Coat Guy groans at the radiating sensation.

"H-hold me close~....please~.." he quietly begs, hands sliding against your torso. "I... ah~... need it t-too~.." His groans make you clench. As you do, he pulls you in for a kiss.

The kiss is sloppy. Wet, almost clumsy, and a little too much tongue. But, it felt so good. To be that close. To feel him this deep while his tongue explores every inch of your warm mouth. His taste was lovely to you.

His hips move faster and you match his thrusts. By now, you've both given up on being completely quiet. Your torso's are impossibly close, temperatures neutralizing by the second.

He suddenly breaks the kiss and throws his head back. His hips never stop, though. Just faltering slightly. He can barely breathe out his next sentence.

"S-so... hah~... so close~.." he whines, making you clamp down on him even more. "Let go~... I.. I need to... hah~... feel it~. All of i-it~." He wasn't normally one to beg, but gods did he need it.

Regardless, he didn't need to beg much, considering you were teetering on the edge too. You lean down and bite his neck, your walls gushing deliciously around him. Pleasure washed over your overstimulated bodies. A stifled moan of ecstasy strains from your throat as feel him fill you to the brim. He bucks his hips deeply, making sure it stays. His voice lets out a strangled cry.

You both sit for a second, letting the aftershocks pass. His hands stay on your waist, less firm than before. As you lean away from his nape, a deep, red bite mark left in your wake, you lie against his slightly heaving chest. Contempt, cooler than before, and right where you want to be.

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Apologies for the delay! I've been so backed up with... well, LIFE!! I can't guarantee when something will come out, but I'm happy you read this!

Again, sorry for the shit writing, it's the best I could do

Thanks for reading!!

[xenowasnothere]

UM HI??!!

THANKS FOR 100 FOLLOWERS!!!!!!

I literally woke up to it!! I'm VERY grateful for all of you. Making me feel all special and whatnot (I'm getting all bashful n shit 😭)

So.... I have some plans but it's up to you guys what you guys want.

Pick what I should make for the milestone!!!

Xeno's Pre-Tumblr Smut

Multi-fandom hcs (smut or fluff)

Comment something else you'd like!

Voting ended onFeb 17

YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME THANK YOU ONCE AGAIN

[xenowasnothere]

Okay Multi fandom fic it is!!!

So what's it going to be?

Smut or Fluff?!

Fluff

Smut

Both

Voting ended onFeb 25