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What I Will Write:

° Smut

° Fluff

° Angst

° Headcanons

What I Won't Write:

° Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

° Group Activities/Threesomes

° Polyamory

Fandoms I Currently Write For:

° Attack on Titan

° Hunter X Hunter

° Kuroko's Basketball

° My Hero Academia

° One Piece

I don't write male!reader

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Gathered from my brain headcanons that conjured up angst, enjoy(or don't) ♡

The essentialism of hating humans is made clear from your first meeting. Originally, there was no chance of you living without expressing your disdain proudly, staring up at the blue-tinged soft and scarred skin of the man before you, too afraid to meet his eyes. Now, love was on the line, and your hate grew alongside it until it rivaled Arlong's own. Some part of you would always relate to these things, remembering your days amongst them, but that only made you turn away from whatever conversation you were participating in and squander the guilt within you before others caught on.

Breaking past bonds is necessary to forge new ones with the pirates. Conversing with anyone willing to live among men, alongside the torture and neglect of Fishmen, would be considered a traitorous act. If lucky, a singular member of your family would be willing and allowed to live in Arlong Park, under close supervision. Not really a life, but you would be able to stare at the familiar features of your kind occasionally. Like a fish in a tank for the enslaved Fishmen, you thought, then shuddered with shame at comparing your experience to theirs. A deep loneliness builds within you, never solved, even with the help of a loved one's sacrifice.

Trust would have to be earned, and Arlong's personal feelings for you only prolonged the process. He had his reasons to believe every human was beneath him, but one who knew their inferiority could surely have a place beside him, he reasoned. From the point of you staying with the Fishmen, Arlong grew more prone to bouts of isolation in the following year. Having constructed a clear view of the world, he would need to carefully deconstruct and put it back together with space for you amongst them as a suedo-equal. However, this conclusion is only reached near the end of your first year with them, having been subjected to clear inequalities beforehand and only less after.

You would never be fully accepted. The gazes on your back weren't always recognized as you swung around to catch the culprit, and the knowledge that those you knew and loved still harbored resentment for you was hurtful and, even worse, understandable. The only ones to truly trust were Chew and Hachi, even Arlong going on tangents about your "unclean" blood when the liquor and rage melded in his veins.

"Be thankful you're not like them," Arlong tells you in a fit of rage, eerily threatening. "No," you clarify for him without hesitation, truth burning in your gaze. "You be thankful I'm not like them." It would be so easy, you both know, to go back to your old life, safe amongst the crowds of humans, far from him and lost forever. Living blissfully unaware of Fishmen's suffering would only benefit you and hurt him, but without each other, there would be an unfillable hole within both of you. The argument would be settled within seconds, Arlong breaking eye contact with a huff of breath, never truly resolved, just adding to the weight you both carried.

The search for the fish-fish fruit, a lucrative series of items always on their radar, quickly became a priority as their affection for you grew. Never able to look past your race, even their acts of kindness centered around changing you. "You'll be one of us," they told you with hopeful smiles, their ignorance all too familiar. You had thought you already were before then. The words never left you, even as fins sprang from your limbs and your body enlarged to match their strength. Especially, as your body sank into the depths of the ocean your first time setting foot in it after a taste of cruel fate.

I have some! He is toxic but not too much for him haha

Since I've decided to make this a series, here's some cute sfw brain rot ♡

A/N: I encourage any Cow!Hybrid Shigaraki requests <3

Shigaraki loves spa days, demanding them regularly. His experience with skin sensitivity and dryness has been a constant battle, regularly searching for new products and routines to try(with the proper time given for the current method to take effect). You'll lay him down, cleanse his pores, soothe his skin, and apply the products of the day's treatment. When his eyes are closed, you'll often place a kiss either on his lips, transferring the hydrating mask onto yourself for a shared self-care experience.

Strawberries, kiwis, and other fruits are an easy way to keep him away from the junky stuff, Shigaraki himself being an average pet not wanting what is best for him. If it were up to him, he'd live off processed foods and quick fixes; luckily, he has you to cut his fruit and shop for the high-maintenance hybrid's favorite dishes.

Taking care of Tomura is a time-consuming endeavor and often emotionally taxing. The hybrid's sudden whims and mood changes are unusual for his species, but you two have come a long way. With him being able to express himself, and you being in a routine of care for both him and yourself, things progress smoothly for the most part. Yelling is his most common form of outburst, frantically mooing between raspy screams.

When frustrated, he'll stomp his foot against the ground, increasing the pace steadily as his irritation grows. This isn't exclusive to interacting with another person, relating to any bout of frustration. This leads to chipping in his hooves, worsened by his chronic dryness. This issue is one of the only insecurities Shigaraki has when it comes to his care, often refusing to meet your eyes and huffing in annoyance at your "fussing" when you kneel down to care for the flawed area.

He finds a cute sort of pride in his cow nature, choosing to incorporate the theme of his fully animal counterpart into his belongings. Little cow figures and appreciation for the animal's print were evident all over the home. His computer setup, enclosed in a picket fence, offered him a closed-in space for presumed comfort - he didn't tell you; in some ways, he's still his own person and not a pet, no matter what part of society deems his people.

Can be read standalone, but here is Part I

Genre: Dark Content, Smut

Category: Dom!Murasakibara x GN!Sub!Reader

Warning(s): Analingus/Cunnilingus, Coercion, Dubious Consent(at best), Emotional Manipulation, Free-Use, Mind-Fuck(ed)

Request(s): "Ok hear me out ….. I need a pt 2 please"

A/N: Dark fics are some of my favorites to write, and I hope I encapsulated the fact that Reader has been brainwashed and is very much not in a headspace to consent due to the abuse they've been through pre-Part II, blah blah <3 Comments on dark fics are most appreciated btw :) Also, unsure if I prefer calling him Murasakibara or Atsushi lol

Game after game you attended of your boyfriend, watching him from the front of the crowd, feeling eyes on you as you meticulously kept your gaze on Murasakibara. Every practice building up to this had been filled with anxiety for what he'd do with the free time he had in the moment, but for now, you could sit back and relax.

You had to admit, watching him was pleasant; he'd always be beautiful. Long limbs and hair, with a confident aura, surprisingly quiet on his feet for his substantial size. He was elegance and sadism wrapped into a lover all for you.

Murasakibara had made it clear he didn't want anyone else, causing a sick part of you to rejoice and feel special. He was highly sought after and it was you he chose after all.

Fun Fact: He's my favorite anime character of all time since childhood ♡

A/N: In my head, Nami exists, but I didn't include any headcanons about her younger self existing amongst them~

Developing feelings besides disdain or amusement towards a human was an unexpected nightmare for Arlong. While dismissing the initial interest in your appearance as an acknowledgement of a tasteful assortment of features, Arlong couldn't resist keeping you close. He always enjoyed pretty things; it only made sense to keep a human slave of the finest aesthetics.

His treatment of you began as surprisingly pleasant, albeit filled with looming fear at your captor's strength. With simple tasks to accomplish to make your master's day easier, you found your purpose was fulfilling and rewarded with easier attitudes than you had ever seen Fishmen express.

The power imbalance was not lost on either side, with you and the pirates of Arlong Park being acutely aware of your position in the crew. Your acknowledgement was followed by permission from Arlong to interact with you, and was often filled with requests you'd never be comfortable refusing. The only member who treated you as an equal was Hachi, and he was interesting to say the least, but not bad, you noted. He still gave you requests, but you theorized he simply followed what the others did and didn't realize the suedo-commands' full effect on you.

"If you could be any fish, what would you be?" The question startled you; prolonged silence between you and your overseeing master was the usual. Looking towards the brightened sky, you wondered for a split second why he was here, asking you questions versus partying, but quickly redirected yourself. You couldn't afford to waste time when it came to satisfying his wants. Looking up tentatively, you gave your answer, receiving a nod of approval in return. "I would prefer you as that, fits you," he huffed the last bit, the small breath of words working to reshape your idea of him.

His outbursts made you sink into yourself, too many times the target of his ridicule for nothing more than being human. Perhaps it would have happened anyway; you were never truly sure of the extent of his cruelty, having been kept away from their more gruesome excursions. The other fishmen retold tales of their violence, but Arlong always kept his mouth shut on the subject, even when eyes travelled to him in request for details, perhaps used to his boisterous nature.

You were adorned in fine things inspired by Arlong's own tastes in fashion. Earrings reflecting a time you had only heard whispers about pierced your ears a year into your servitude. It would be paired with a golden necklace, flexible and suitable for the water, probably coated in some way that the Fishmen were more familiar with.

You loved the water, often being able to bask in it between tasks or whilst amongst the crew. Arlong jokes about getting you a kiddie pool beside his throne, making you scowl, before he replaced the offer with one for an actual pool. Despite the nearby ocean and pool even nearer, big enough for their regular parties, Arlong offered you your own heated system, for seemingly no reason at all.

Either way i hope you have an amazing day and know that your writing feeds my soul (and libido lol)

(also sidenote you write illumi So incredibly well and i am obsessed. i feel like hes a tricky character to get right and you absolutely nail it)

Hey... ♡

A = Aftercare

Illumi's after-sex ritual consists of either lying back to stare at the ceiling or attending to himself in the bathroom, sure to return to you promptly as his servitude continues even after coitus. There are rare occurrences where he'll be too fucked out to get himself up; a confusing time for him as he can move, but he really, really doesn't want to. You run a hand through his hair when this happens, curling into his side as you look down upon the mess you've created. Oddly enough, a part of you is more satisfied with his emotions in this state, enjoying the intense reaction. He's upset, but you know he'll be fine in a few moments. His vulnerability belongs to you.

B = Body Part

The eldest Zoldyck is especially sensitive along his inner thighs, light touches sure to draw shaky breaths from his rigid body. Illumi's cock stirs easily with your taunting, only able to keep from thrusting up into your hold due to his skilled background. He makes sure to behave for you whilst enjoying every second of it.

C = Cum

It's easy for Illumi to supply the fluid of your interest, acting even more restrained and well-behaved for you as you paint his body with his own cum. He'll kneel before you with aching knees and closed lips, begging for your instructions with wide, pupil-filled eyes. Your fingers drag patterns across his cheeks, jaw, abs, and every other inch of him you own. When his looks suit your fancy, you delve your fingers into his mouth, tongue flat and tasting, forcing him to clean up the mess you made of him.

D = Dirty Secret

Every act of Illumi's submission is shrouded in shame, only slowly allowing the tendrils of the past to release his restrained desires. Dominance and apathy were placed on a pedestal within his mind, formed through filial servitude and allegiance to his family's ideals. It's always brewing under the surface, bubbling in his stomach and unsettling his mind. It's up to you to calm him down, ease him into a state of uncontrollable lust he can channel into strength to fight against the racing thoughts as he gives up power to you alone.

E = Experience

Illumi has no experience in relationships or sexuality in actuality, with research and what you tell him being his only source of information before any act occurs. You find his innocent yet willing demeanor all the more enticing, bringing forth a desire within you to corrupt the powerful man before you. You would go deep within every sensitive, unexplored part of him and bring out that which he enjoyed, aligning with your own natural need for dominance.

F = Favorite Position

You look down upon him with a meld of affection and lust, bringing overwhelmed tears to his eyes as you stimulate him beyond words. The feel of your stomachs against one another's, flesh tensing in pleasure, melding beautifully and explicitly. His gaze often catches on the sight of you two meeting below your hips, entrance swallowing the other deeper than fully visible, squeezing down in tandem with the rush of endorphins through your bodies.

G - Goofy

Illumi barely comprehends humor, much less finds it in the intimacy of the acts that take place between the two of you. There's a wall between himself and true pleasure, brick by brick placed with loveless hands, the process of surpassing the obstacle never truly a success, but rather a trip over the wall. He finds himself inexplicably transported back to the restraints of his forebears after intimacy is over, leaving it up to you to climb his walls and offer him not only comfort but true companionship - a serious task that takes effort.

H - Hair

Perfectionist-level grooming was a facet of Illumi's lifestyle far before you were there to admire his work. You were entranced the first time he stripped before you, a trimmed bush of dark hair guiding your gaze to the pale yet flushed cock between his legs. Spreading his limbs to reveal himself further, he finally completed the image with cleanly shaved balls and a plump ass. The hair surrounding his hole had been short yet unshaven, his own wants becoming shamelessly obvious as you noticed the hair lessening in between his cheeks as your relationship continued, leading you to explore that area of his body more and more.

I = Intimacy

Some would have found his expressions unsettling as the two of you indulge yourselves lewdly, wide and frozen for most of the act, but you took note of the smallest of changes. Your chest warmed and spread want down your own body to pleasure his own when you noticed the glistening of his waterline or the slight furrow of his brow as his most sensitive areas were treated to the tender abuse of your loins. The act was just for the two of you, and you knew the man before or below you was made just for you to understand.

J = Jack Off

Illumi is hesitant to touch himself while away from you, with no desire for the act itself unless you consciously spur him on. You save it for rare occasions, teasing him with suggestive photos and texts while he's far from you, unable to soothe the ache you create to his full satisfaction. He'd become reliant on your touch, his own palm only satisfying his physical needs, while his chest still was left aching for the emotional release only you can provide. You've convinced him to prop up his phone on occasion, instructing him on the best way to show off for you, bringing him the closest to true bliss you can while apart. He'll palm himself through his briefs before pulling them down to restrain his legs and free his cock at the same time. He bends up into the touch as his thighs stretch the fabric surrounding them, the only freedom he'll experience being at the cost of his auditory freedom - being made to choke on the musk of desire through his shorts as you instruct him to shove them into his mouth with wide and willing eyes directed at the camera.

K = Kink(s)

His favorite kinks center around submission and obedience, lacking the drive to disobey you, getting off on your satisfaction, more so than even your pleasure. Recreating scenes from his own "training" proves to be both therapeutic and erotic for him, his breath quickening the most when you have him tied up and at your mercy. You use these opportunities to pleasure him, show him how good you can make rewiring his mind and body, remembering your touch instead of every cruel action that could've been inflicted on him.

L = Location

Illumi is a private person and has an image to maintain, making him uncomfortable with acting lewdly in any area where you two could be caught. Due to the intimacy of your two's power exchange, he prefers to be in a familiar setting, usually wherever you're staying. Though he has settled for a hotel or, on one occasion, a bar bathroom when you two had drunk your fill.

M = Motivation

Illumi is easily turned on for you, picking up on your desires immediately and falling into a state of submission in accordance. This had taken time to build, his knowledge of your wants not being enough to make him showcase his own equal lust. Be patient, for with time, he'd melt at the mere touch of his thigh or suggestion of control.

N = No

Illumi would never be open to bringing another person into your relationship, holding you dear, and finding the mere suggestion an insult to himself. He only wants to submit to you, and if another were to see that, he would feel as if a part of himself capable of such intimacy was lost.

O = Oral

Illumi loves giving and receiving, enjoying the two different experiences wholeheartedly. His eyes roll back in his head as he dives between your legs, swallowing down your scent and taste as he drifts into a headspace that seemingly takes away his necessity to breathe. When you're the one swallowing him down, sometimes encouraging him to fuck into your mouth like the needy boy he always is, he shakes in your hold. Your fingertips dig into his hips, and that just spurs him on more, assuring him he's just how you want him.

P = Pace

The two of you tend to engage in passionate rendezvous together, the intimacy between the two of you being enough to prove it's loving as you hold him down and use him the way he begs for. Sometimes you'll purposely control the pace, dragging out the two of you's stimulation as he gazes up at you, begging in a way you can only perceive.

Q = Quickie

You'll use quickies as a way to offer him release and keep him fully under your control. Putting his pleasure at the forefront of your mind, you bend him to your will, drawing out quick breaths and profound moans that are clearer than if you had prolonged the moment. You'll smile fondly at his surprised expression after the act, needy and raw from whatever you wished to do to him in the moment, satisfied with his willingness to come from your ministrations.

R = Risk

Illumi is willing to try most things, already having gone through an abundance of life experiences that filtered out his hesitation for a challenge. The most risk he may take, however, is allowing your hand to rise up his thigh and force him to control his hardening cock whilst obscured by some table.

S = Stamina

Illumi has endless stamina. The only signs of strain on his form center around his wide and eager eyes, water spilling across porcelain-like skin from their borders when he's overstimulated. You love to make him cry, taking advantage of his strength and control, using it against him. You draw orgasm after orgasm from his muscular frame and spent cock, somehow still hard rounds in. He's committed to giving you his all.

T = Toys

Illumi doesn't use toys when alone, their smooth components feeling like foreign devices in his hands. You do like to incorporate them when you two are together, though. He loves to be splayed out on the bed, or across your lap, taking whatever lubed-up item in or around him easily, for you and only you.

U = Unfair

Illumi doesn't tease you intentionally, but rather his innocent demeanor after having witnessed him come apart so thoroughly before you works to excite you in every situation. With the same wide eyes he always has, it's too easy to get caught up staring at your lover, desiring the destruction of his put-together state. To have him walking beside you so casually, markings you made concealed underneath tight clothing, was an aphrodisiac that led to the abuse of the other once you were alone.

V = Volume

Even when particularly enjoying himself, Illumi still managed to maintain his composure. It takes a lot to have him fully come apart for you, building up to the final break over hours or even days. He enjoyed the drawn-out torture you inflicted upon him though, the same as you relished in his increasing whines and needy eyes only you had the privilege of detecting.

W = Wild Card (Random)

Illumi is easily overstimulated, not in the usual sense of becoming agitated, but rather that his body is acutely aware of everything being done. Since he has no reason to hold back with you, he finds himself shivering with the repetitive, tantalizing touches you give him. He'll moan for more, but you'll only give him enough to keep him on the edge of satisfaction, like an itch that feels so good to not scratch.

X = X-Ray

Toned, flexible, and resilient - Illumi was the perfect specimen to have unlimited fun with. He soaked up every bit of pleasure you gave him, so subtle in his responses, but the leaness of his form allowed you to notice the ripples in his torso as you wrought his body with pleasure.

Y = Yearning

Illumi has a difficult time recognizing his own wants and comfortably embracing them when they do arise. His body, having suppressed so many sensations for so long, has led to issues in initiating sex. He's completely devoted to you, would have to be to sleep with you, and as such, your pleasure is his - something to adapt to without guilt, as you may feel you are making him do things when he is just a unique individual with wants centered around pleasing another.

Z = Zzz

Too many thoughts are always racing around in Illumi's head. On a good day, the sex releases his mind of its usual whirlwind of plans and responsibilities, but afterwards, he is left once again preparing and pondering on the widest variety of things. You'd never know them all. Illumi had many secrets he deemed unnotable that would knock you on your ass faster than you did to him.

u wrote my fav mura fic ever ilysm