Does Anyone Every Use Second Person Pronouns But Third Person Omnipotency For Their Writing? Cuz I’m

The Official White House twitter account posted ASMR video of immigrants getting shackled

Crash & Burn

- https://kaunis-sielu.tumblr.com/post/679671126318858240/crash-and-burn

- https://kaunis-sielu.tumblr.com/post/679769266708430848/crash-and-burn-2

- https://kaunis-sielu.tumblr.com/post/679855219552731136/crash-and-burn-3

- https://kaunis-sielu.tumblr.com/post/679945377504428032/crash-and-burn-4

- https://kaunis-sielu.tumblr.com/post/680035619484942336/crash-and-burn-5

- https://kaunis-sielu.tumblr.com/post/680124676790534144/crash-and-burn-6

- https://kaunis-sielu.tumblr.com/post/680216447684952064/crash-and-burn-7

- https://kaunis-sielu.tumblr.com/post/680308009902211072/crash-and-burn-8

- https://kaunis-sielu.tumblr.com/post/680396799259885568/crash-and-burn-9

- https://kaunis-sielu.tumblr.com/post/680486852327849984/crash-and-burn-10

- https://kaunis-sielu.tumblr.com/post/680579175690715136/crash-and-burn-end

Y’all why is it apparently so hard to grasp that if you name the Reader in your fics, it’s no longer an ‘x reader’ I don’t care if you still have the descriptions either ambiguous or customizable (ie; e/c, h/c, h/l) because at that point it’s just like a mad libs. Do not, I repeat, DO NOT give this character a name and still call it an ‘x reader’ because that’s not a fucking ‘x reader’ anymore. Uess it is actually relevant to the plot do not give me a description and do not give me a name(unless and ONLY unless it’s a code name).

If in the planning/initial writing phase, you really don’t want to use y/n, fine, but when you’re done just use the ‘find’ tool or whatever it may be called and just replace that name with y/n or don’t call it an ‘x reader’ it’s that simple

don’t mind me being horny over Jim Halpert and how he would stuff you with a vibrator before work and has the remote in his pocket and adjusts the settings just when you think you’re safe. how he watches you squirm in your seat but try and pass it off so no one knows what’s really going on.

how he looks like a predator about to pounce on his prey with the triumphant smirk on his face as he watches you try and contain your moans. he plays with the controls while he’s getting coffee, enjoying the bitter drink while he watches you try to focus on the words in front of you and shakily apologize to Dwight when he scolds you on not getting work done.

how, at the end of the day, he pulls you aside to a private office where you won’t be bothered and teases you more with the toy that was buzzing away in your tight little cunt the whole day before he fucks you relentlessly on the table and kisses you breathless so that the others don’t hear your begging moans.

Mating Call

Pairing: Siren!Doflamingo x Reader

NSFW

Summary: The song is beautiful. The man singing it is even more so. So you do not fight the call to climb the rocks and fall into his arms. You do not fight his warm embrace, his touch, his sweet cooing. This is where you’re meant to be, after all. Who are you to fight against the melody calling you home? Warnings: AFAB!Reader (no pronouns or gendered language used), Smut, Dubcon, Mind Control, Oral Sex (Reader receiving), Biting, Marking, Vaginal Sex Word Count: 2.7k Halloween Special 2024

The melody was the most beautiful thing you’d ever heard.

It was so soft at first you couldn’t understand why your heart had begun to sing, why your chest began to fill with warmth. You just knew you were at peace here, on this beach, sinking into the sand as the sun washed over you. It was only after you closed your eyes that you could finally hear the song clearly. There were no words, just the delicate warble of somebody else’s soul meeting yours. The harmony of it all compels you to move, to pull yourself out of the sand and start marching toward your destiny.

The voice shifts as you move, between pitches, genders, and emotions, before finally landing on a single one. A man’s voice, the mostly lovely baritone you’ve ever heard, calls to you. Not by name, but in spirit. Fate’s strings pull you forward, leaving footprints in the sand until you can feel the salty water of the sea up to your ankles. Your eyes open as the song grows louder, closer and closer, and you know that the man singing it will be ready to receive you.

Your hands find holds in the rocky wall in front of you, and you scale it with a precision you never knew you had. It’s as though someone else is moving your limbs for you, someone who knows the path like the back of their hand. You don’t slip once, not even when you reach sections wet from the sea, or those slick with something warm and red that you don’t pay any mind to. You’re almost there, and he’s ready and waiting for you.

The song reaches its peak right as your head peeks over the top of the ridge, and you can see him in his full glory: there is an angel waiting for you. His mouth is open wide, his eyes closed in concentration as he sings to you. He’s massive, nearly twice your height, covered in beautiful pink and white feathers that glisten in the light. They catch the sun, the rays dancing between them and almost making him sparkle. His torso disappears into a solid mass of feathers, which grow into legs far more similar to a bird’s than that of a human. Behind him are a massive pair of wings, the span of them large enough to blot out the sun if he so chose. As your feet finally rest at the top, he opens his eyes, which seem to pierce straight through you to your very core. At the same time, you see an image in your mind, so strong it nearly feels real: you, wrapped tightly in those feathers, shielded away from the world as he grants you all of the pleasure you could ever want. You can practically already feel him inside of you, feel his tongue inside of your mouth.

The song quiets as he finally speaks to you. “It could be a reality, little bird.” The moment he stops speaking, he immediately starts humming again, reaching his arms out to you invitingly. He gestures for you to approach, and once again your feet move before your mind does. Your hands reach for him, as though they were always meant to do so, and in an instant you’re surrounded by strong arms as his wings surround you both, blocking out the light and cradling you in their warmth. He smiles at you, the song fading, and you could swear his teeth were just a bit sharper than they were before. “Oh, you’re even lovelier up close.”

“Thank you,” you murmur shyly, suddenly aware of how very close the two of you are. He laughs with delight at the blush on your cheeks, holding you tighter and pressing your chests together.

“Oh, are you shy now? That won’t do.” He hums softly as he leans down and brushes his nose against your neck before nipping you, making you jump and inadvertently push yourself closer to him. Your arms move around his neck like they have a mind of their own. He nearly purrs when you do, so pleased with your acceptance. “There we go. That’s more like it, sweet thing.” He slides his fingers down your back, and you shiver as you realize they’re tipped with razor sharp claws, ones that could shred you in an instant if he wanted them to. You tense for just a moment, before he hums softly again, cooing in such a sweet tone that you can’t help but melt beneath his touch. Images of your union fill your mind again, of tender kisses and passionate embraces, of being laid down against these rocks and being taken again and again and again. He wouldn’t hurt you. He wants you. He needs you.

His head finally leaves your neck, and you get to see his eyes up close. They seem to pull back all of your layers, lay you bare beneath them. They call you forward, and before you realize it, your lips are against his. He makes a quiet noise of surprise, before you’re pulled up closer, your legs wrapping around his torso and his hands resting on your ass. The kiss begins as something almost tender, affectionate, before quickly gaining a heat that shoots straight to your core. His tongue meets yours, and he shifts to allow himself to hold you in only one arm, freeing the other to explore your body as it pleases. He reaches for your chest, letting out a soft noise of pleasure at the feeling of your softness beneath his fingers. He tries to brush against your nipples, before letting out a soft huff at the fabric in the way.

You’re so lost in it all, head fuzzy and warm, the sound of ripping threads doesn’t even startle you. Your bra and shirt are entirely shredded in an instant, falling off of you and drifting to the ground. When you shiver from the cold, his wings press in closer, trapping the heat from both of your bodies together, keeping you warm as his fingers knead at your breasts. His lips break away from yours so he can finally see them fully exposed, and he grins, all teeth. “Lovely little thing,” he murmurs, leaning down and taking one of your nipples into his mouth. 

He sucks gently, and you can occasionally feel just a hint of his teeth, slightly too large in his mouth to keep fully away. Every part of him is so terribly sharp, made for ripping and tearing carrion, for breaking bones, for killing small and tender things like you. But he holds back those edges, ever present but never quite threatening. Even as he lavishes your chest with attention, turning rougher, leaving marks that will certainly last, you remain entirely relaxed in his arms, ready to accept anything he’ll give you.

“You’re doing so wonderfully.” He smiles against your skin. “Really, I might have to keep you.” He lets out another quiet trill, and you easily fall back, your weight only supported by his wings. With both his hands free, he easily frees you of your pants and panties, leaving you fully bare. His tongue traces along your torso, down to where you’re dripping and waiting for him. Instead of giving you what you so desperately crave, his attention moves to your thighs, the plush untouched skin just begging to be bitten and marked.

You whine when his teeth make contact. “Please.”

He chuckles. “Please, what?” You moan as his tongue swipes up your thigh, closer to your cunt, but still torturously far. “I’ll get there, little bird. Just be patient.” Despite his scolding words, he seems thrilled at your pleas, preening at every little sob and cry, clearly proud of reducing you to such a state. It is only after you’re near tears that he finally gives in, and he spreads your lips with his fingers, admiring how wet you are.

“Needy little thing.” He gives you a long swipe of his tongue, and you can’t help but throw your head back as you moan. “Delicious. So perfect.”

 He clearly savors your taste, eyes briefly falling closed as he allows it to sink in. You let out a needy little sound despite yourself, and you can see the edge of his lip twitch slightly before he opens his eyes, staring into yours, and diving right in. His tongue laps at you, gathering your juices for him to enjoy. As your pleasure builds, overwhelming you, you desperately try to find something to ground yourself. You settle for his shoulders, the soft downy feathers there tickling your palms as you squeeze, holding onto him for dear life. After he hits a particularly sensitive spot, your nails dig into him and he groans. You let go, afraid you’ve hurt him, and he pulls back to bark at you, “No, no, no. Put them back.”

You place your hands on his shoulders again, gently, and he lets out a frustrated huff. “No. Harder. Leave your marks.” At his instruction, you dig your nails in harder than ever before, and you can feel his skin break beneath your fingertips. He moans. “Yes, perfect. And so obedient. I really will have to keep you.”

He goes back to lapping against you with a revived fervor, something new rising inside of him. You continue to dig into his skin, hard enough to bruise, and he lets out a soft groan as the pressure increases. It drives him wild, sends his tongue deeper than before, causes his claws to press into your hips, not breaking the skin but teasing the idea.

“Delicious. Worth missing a few meals for.” He pulls back to show his face is covered in your slick. He licks his lips, gathering more of it on his fingers just to pop them in his mouth. He hums, pleased with your taste, giving you a grin that’s all teeth. “You really were made for me, little bird. I wonder how you’ll enjoy being mine.”

You shiver at the idea. Of being wanted, needed, cherished. “I’m going to love it,” you mutter.

His smile grows wider. “Of course you will, sweet thing. I’m glad you realize that." He moves up, crashing his lips into yours, your own taste filling your mouth. “My pretty little mate, here waiting for me whenever I want you. What a wonderful thing.”

Your mind fills with images of you curled up in a nest, naked and waiting as he approaches. Your arms are always outstretched, welcoming him home, not minding the blood spattered on his beautiful feathers. You accept what he gives you, no matter what it is. A gift, his touch, his cock, you accept it all, pleased to receive anything from him. You spread your legs before he even asks, knowing what he wants, and you allow him to take you. The pleasure is beyond you imagination, every single time, every nerve in your body alight with every touch. The vision, combined with his current ministrations, brings tears to your eyes, as you nearly drown in your pleasure, both current and future.

He licks a tear off of your cheek, groaning as his aching cock ruts into your thigh. “Oh, you perfect little thing. So willing. So wanting. So ready to be had. Do you want me, sweet thing?”

“Yes!”

“Excellent. Then you’ll have me, again and again. Let’s make the first time count.” He slowly sinks into you, moaning in your ear of the feeling of your wetness around him. You wrap your arms around him, nails digging into his shoulder blades, arms tucked directly under the wings that curl around you both. The softness is contrasted by the sharpness of his claws against your hips, and the stiffness inside of you. His hips twitch as he struggles to hold himself back, but you don’t worry for a moment. He wouldn’t be rougher than you could handle, you know. His melodic moans sound in your ears, relaxing your muscles and mind.

He gives you a moment to adjust to his size, to the feeling of fullness, before he begins a harsh pace, hips slapping against yours, feathers brushing against you with every thrust. He places open mouthed kisses against your neck, gentle bites against your neck that grow harsher as he begins to lose himself. You don’t know if the warmth dripping down your front is your blood or his saliva. You don’t know if you care.

His thrusts grow quicker and quicker, sloppier and sloppier, furiously pounding into you. His breaths are ragged, frantic, as he chases his high. Your chests rub together, your nipples rubbing against both skin and feathers, the sensation overwhelming. You cry out as you come undone around him, clenching around his length, your body desperately trying to pull pleasure out of him with its own. He spills into you with a groan, warmth filling you as he wraps his arms around your waist, trapping you against him.

“Don’t waste a single drop, little bird.”

He waits for a few minutes, keeping you against him, cooing sweet nothings, before he finally decides he is done. He walks across the rocks, claws softly clicking against stone, before speaking again.

“You did wonderfully.”

You lay back, chest heaving, and he lets you go for the first time since you stepped foot onto the rocks. Your back is against something soft, which you think may be his nest. You feel his hands brush against you as he checks you over, ensuring not of his bites were too deep. He lets out a soft coo when he finds everything to his satisfaction. “Excellent, little bird.” You can hear him fussing with something before you feel something in your mouth, fishy and wet. You gag, and he pulls it out with a displeased hum. “Not right, hm? I’ll find something else.”

You hear his footsteps leave, off to find something else to feed you, and you shift onto your side. Your entire body is sore, and you can feel the cum leaking out onto your thighs, sticky and warm. When you stretch your legs, you feel your foot hit something, and the soft clatter of something hitting the ground. The sound is strange, unfamiliar, and when you open your eyes, you see it.

Bones.

You seem to have kicked the femur of some large animal. It knocked into a pile of smaller bones, some tiny and square and some longer and thinner. Something about them is sickeningly familiar. You try to push down the nausea, ignore the thought that if you peeled back your skin you would find something nearly identical beneath it. For a moment in your mind, you see your lover’s teeth and claws sinking into your skin for you, ripping you apart so very easily, coming to him far more naturally than tenderness ever could. Bile rises in your throat, and all of your muscles tense, ready to scream, to run, to throw yourself off of this cliff and into the waters below because you might survive and even if you didn’t it would surely be a kinder fate than this poor thing had.

“Darling?” Your head shoots up to see him again, hands filled with berries, nuts, and other various plants he seems to have gathered for you. His eyes drift to your feet, and you see understanding in them. “Ah. I see. I should have tidied up earlier.”

As he approaches, you prepare to launch yourself past him, to get as far as you can, but his smile is so gentle as he quietly begins to hum. The song grows louder, and you feel your muscles relax as he steps closer. His hand rests on your cheek, claws held carefully away. He lifts a berry to your mouth, and you open it with ease, allowing him to place it on your tongue. It’s sweet.

He tenderly brushes his hand over your head, continuing his song, pulling you into his chest. You curl into him easily. He hand feeds you every morsel he gathered, smiling all the while. “Everything’s alright, little bird. Nothing to fear. I plan on keeping you around for a very long time.”

Tag List: @pandora-writes-one-piece @shy-writer-999 @saturogojosgirl

Dear Fanfiction writers,

If you’re going to write an X Male!Reader fic please don’t use “(M/n)” that makes it feel like it’s still targeting female audiences with the whole “Genderbend” twist on it. If someone is choosing to read an X Male!Reader they generally don’t align with the feminine gender and if they do they should be prepared to see the fic being catered to masculine aligning audiences. Just use Y/n or if you don’t like that, use the Second Person Point of View narrative. When I try to read an X Male!Reader and see (M/n) I feel alienated in this space I wanted to feel safe in. It takes away from the experience and makes me feel like I don’t belong here. Please take this into consideration and think about the audience you’re actually trying to cater to.

Sincerely,

A reader who wishes to feel like they belong

it’s hard to give jewelry as gifts sometimes

Masterlist

Alright everyone here’s my masterlist. This is a mixture of Overwatch fics and some monster loving fics. All fanfiction can be found on my Ao3, but my teratophilia stories are only found on here. 

Kinktober2017 

Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 5 Day 6 Day 7 Day 8 Day 9 Day 10 Day 11 Day 12 Day 13 Day 14 Day 15 Day 16 Day 17 Day 18 Day 19 Day 20 Day 21 Day 22 Day 23 Day 24 Day 25 Day 26 Day 27 Day 28 Day 29 Day 30 Day 31

Overwatch Fics

Gabriel Reyes x Reader

The Commander’s Babysitter Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 

The Shadow Wolf Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 

A Vampire Lover 

Knock First 

Don’t Be a Creep 

Overwatch Thanksgiving 

Death and the Mermaid Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 

A Sugar Daddy and his Baby Part 1 

Is this a Dream? 

Giveaway Prize: 1st Place

Lazy Mornings 

Love of Three Part 1 

Keep reading

Speak Up

Silvers Rayleigh x Reader

Warning: None

Throwing your head back against the pillow, you let your orgasm consume you. His usual gentleness returned as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. Trembles shook his sturdy body when he lay beside you in the afterglow of his release. Your eyes had long adjusted to the darkness, and he watched as you stood on wobbly legs and crossed to your bathroom. There was nothing for him to say as you closed the door, effectively shutting him out as he deserved to be. Behind the closed door, you started your shower. Waiting for the water to warm, you stood before the massive mirror and touched the places where his hands had been. The mirror fogged over, signaling that your shower was ready. The water wasn't enough to wash away what you had done.

The things that transpired between you and Rayleigh were love on your behalf. For him, it was lust. Well, that is what you made yourself believe. Washing away all signs of him from your body took time. Forty-five minutes later, you emerge from the bathroom covered in your silk robe with teary eyes. You froze in your tracks at the sight of him sitting at the edge of the bed. There was no hiding the shame you felt under the lamps lighting the room and the scrutiny of his eyes.

"You're crying?" "Why are you still here," You asked, "Shouldn't you be heading out?"

He seemed puzzled at your words before the truth hit him.

"What if I stay?" "Rayliegh, go to your own room. If they see you leaving mine, we'll never hear the end of it.” "You care what they think?"

His words were poison. The sound of him approaching made you squeeze your eyes shut.

"I think ya want me to stay.”

He softly titled your head back. Irritation clawed at his mind the longer you refused to meet his gaze.

"Look at me.”

Ever the obedient subordinate, you open your eyes to stare into his.

"What's going on with you tonight?” "It's not just tonight, Rayleigh," you sigh, “It's every damn time we lay down with each other. I really care about you, but I'm just a good time for you.” "Is that what you think!?"

He turned his back to you while he took deep breaths to calm himself. Rayleigh thought it was obvious how he felt at all times, especially his feelings towards you.

"It's my mistake for not saying something sooner. I thought it was pretty clear that I care for you deeply," he explains while turning to you with a small smile, “You never noticed?” The blank stare you gave him was all the answer that he needed. "Come on, Sweetheart. Even Roger could see it! Gaban too," he pressed. "I don't know.” “Yes, you do.”

You received the least amount of choirs. You were always beside Rayleigh during every battle. Him saving your favorite treats and snacks. He always had an excuse to be in your presence or need to touch you. Rayleigh watched the wheels turn in your head.

"You couldn't have thought I did the same for everyone. I seek you out. I always want you," he explains. "Truthfully, I thought you came to me at night out of shame. I thought you might be ashamed of anyone knowing about us. I've seen some of your partners and…”

The man before you allowed himself to crack a full smile before wrapping his arms around you.

"I'm a lucky bastard. I came to you one night with a need. The longer we kept it up, the less I thought to say anything. It never occurred to me that you thought I was ashamed of you or worried what anyone would think. I'm not that kind of man.”

You rested your head against his chest as he squeezed you tighter. Processing his words and accepting his affection, you smile.

"Pretty stupid miscommunication.” "Yea. How do you feel about being with this old man?," he confessed. "Depends. Will I have to fight Roger, or is he a sharer?" “He's fine. It's Gaban you have to worry about,” he teased.

Looking up at him, you met him halfway for a kiss to seal your dedication. Honestly, clearing the air before setting sail was for the best. At least now you know where you stand with one another, and communication will be better. Though, the teasing from the crew would be relentless.

ATTENTION FOLLOWERS

ATTENTION FOLLOWERS;

I’m going to start to fully transition over to this blog! My posts on @sqwishywrites34 will stay up but it will only be a lurker blog ((only liking, reblogging posts, not original posting unless it’s an Update))

If you have any questions, please message or ask on this blog instead

Thank you for your previous support, and if you so please, feel free to hop over to this blog