#Transfem reader

[obsessivevoidkitten]

At the Movies

Male Alpha Yandere x Transfem Omega Reader

CW: Noncon, extortion, coercion, cum licking, panty sniffing, a/b/o dynamics, stalking, general yandere behavior, musk, pheromones, knotting

Word Count: 866

(I had a dream that this happened to me last night and decided to write it as a story. Not beta read. Sorry for errors. I don't think transfem readers are really catered to that often, so hopefully some people feel represented without feeling fetishized in this. <3)

You were an omega. You had decided to go see a movie by yourself because the theater was playing old classic horror films every night this week. This was the first time since coming out as a trans woman that you had been out in public and you were extremely nervous. You had worked very hard on your makeup and had put on a cute skirt. Though you had a lot of anxiety, you also felt more yourself than you ever had before.

It was a Monday night and still a bit early, so there was no one else viewing the same movie that you were. You picked a good spot to watch from and settled in with your popcorn and drink. After a few good minutes, you felt more and more comfortable, until halfway through the film, you heard someone come in.

You didn't pay the person any attention until they were close enough for you to catch their scent. You recognised who it belonged to immediately. Your stalker, Shaun. He was a persistent alpha who had been after you for months. A total creep who thought you were meant to belong to him.

By the time you could smell him, he was already too close for you to escape. He sat down beside you and grabbed your wrist so you couldn't get away. With his other hand, he muffled your mouth so you couldn't scream. He leaned close, and his scent made you dizzy.

"Sorry I'm late for our date. I had to pick up Mr. Sir Squiggles."

Your blood ran cold. Mr. Sir Squiggles was your beloved hamster. The implication was clear. Stop struggling, or else he'd do something to your pet.

"Don't look so horrified, baby. I'd never hurt our pet. But I have custody, so if you want to see him, you'll have to do what I want with you and move in with me."

Shaun sounded so smug. He knew he had finally won. His romantic advances had failed, so why not keep your pet hostage? You cried silently and nodded so he knew you understood what you had to do. He released you from his grip and pulled you close with his arm around you. His pheromones were suffocating, and you could smell how aroused he was.

After a while, he noticed you shaking with nervousness but misinterpreted it as you being cold.

"You look cold, here~"

"N-no I'm fine." You sputtered.

He ignored you and draped you in his sweaty jacket. It did nothing to soothe your anxiety though his musl did make your body betray you in a humiliating fashion. Your cock was hard and slick was starting to leak from your ass. He could smell it as soon as it happened.

"Well I was going to wait until we got home, but if my girl needs it now, I'd be neglectful if I said no."

The tip of his cock was already visible poking out the leg of his shorts as he reached under your skirt and rubbed your soft thighs before ripping off your panties. He brought the tattered underwear to his nose and inhaled deeply before stuffing it into his pocket for later. You had to suppress the urge to run away and just let it happen.

Shaun pulled his shorts down enough for his eager prick to bounce free. Then he hitched up your skirt and pulled you on his lap, lowering you on his length in one smooth motion.

"I fit so well~ you were made for my cock."

You whimpered but he shushed you and kissed up your neck.

"Shhh, relax. Just watch your movie and enjoy my cock."

You tried to focus on the movie, to focus on anything but this gross violation. But it was impossible with him sliding so deeply into you while claiming, biting, and kissing your sensitive neck over and over. Je began to gently stroke your weeping cock. You couldn't help but moan softly as his knot swelled and brought you to orgasm. Your insides clenched and throbbed around his dick and finally made him drain his balls into you. He took the cum you spilled into his hand and smeared it on your lips before licking it off.

Shaun held you tight in his lap while waiting for his knot to stop swelling so that the two of you could uncouple. You panted and blankly watched the film while not really watching it as your head was overloaded with all that had just transpired. Occasionally, Shaun would kiss your neck gently or rub your legs in what he thought was a soothing manner.

Every once in a while, he'd whisper praise softly into your ear.

"You're so good at taking me."

"You look so pretty in a skirt."

"You're such a good girl."

When the movie ended, and when his knot decided to dislodge itself from your rear, Shaun led you out of the theater and into his car, cum slowly dripping down your legs the entire time. You were a mess, but too numb to really pay attention or care, but that was okay. Your new alpha boyfriend would take care of you.

[oddballwriter]

Moon Boys with a Trans Reader

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Warnings: some mentions of dysphoria and transphobia from others 

Author’s Snip: I just had this idea come into my mind randomly last night and I almost got up just to write it but it was already hella late and I'm working on trying to wake up early for my upcoming semester. Thankfully I managed to remember just now so I'm writing it now.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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Steven Grant

Our sweetie man <3

I know I always say this but I feel like with Steven, but I feel like learning something and researching something about you or what you like is sort of a love language/show of affection and caring

So when he meets you (or you come out as trans to him) he takes time to learn some things so that you can feel more comfortable and also works on saying things properly like getting your pronouns right and the like

Steven always compliments people but he makes sure to compliment you the most. You always hear the words "beautiful/handsome" and "lovely/dashing" coming out of him

If he ever sees you looking at yourself in the mirror to check your outfit and you look slightly unsure about how you feel about it then he comes up behind you says you look great in it

If you ever feel dysphoric and have one of those days where you just don't feel like your body is reflecting who you are right, he understands in the best way he can and consoles you

"I still think you're beautiful/handsome. And it's okay if you aren't feeling that way today. You'll always be great to me."

If anyone misgenders you or uses the wrong pronouns while he's with you, he politely and quickly corrects them. He doesn't want to formulate it like they did it on purpose, he just does it quietly

He will, however, although not a fan of confrontation, tell someone to act properly if they're causing problems

Marc Spector

He's also really great

Marc takes a bit of time getting used to everything but that's just because he wants to make sure that he doesn't do anything that hurts you or makes you upset

He tries his best to help you with dysphoria and any other issues that you deal with as a trans person

"You're a woman/man to me. And, wow, are you a pretty/handsome one."

The flirt seems a bit out there but he's trying to help you by letting you know that your identity is valid to him and that he sees you in that light and always will

Not afraid to break someone's nose if they call you something nasty or say something

This man would get into a full on fist fight for you and he means that

Marc hardly speaks how he feels, except for when he thinks you look pretty and hot, which is all the time. The only emotion he voices is his attraction to you

In case someone does a double take because you don't have a corresponding voice to your appearance yet, he looks at them with a stern "What? You have a problem?" face

Jake Lockley

Marc would get in a fist fight with a transphobe... but Jake would get in a knife fight

Jake takes it upon himself to protect you if need be. Not saying that Steven and Marc wouldn't protect you too but with Jake all he really knows how to do outside of be your loving boyfriend is be a guard dog

It's his Ken job /j

If you ever feel dysphoric he places you in front of a mirror, points at your reflection, and goes "You know what I see? A hot ass woman/man. And I get to see her/him all the time."

He buys you a lot of things. Like clothes that you enjoy, perfumes/cologne, all the things you could want and make you feel more like you

Flirting comes naturally to him and he frequently calls you pretty, of course in Spanish and english

Makes it clear to everyone that you're a woman/man and if someone says something then we've already established what he'll do

[fairykazu]

𐙚celeste — “love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.”

pairing : kazuha × gn! reader, scaramouche × gn! reader

summary: a new and upcoming soloist was coming into the world of tevyat. but wait... isn't that one of the triple stars?! y/n was apart of the trio band called "triple stars" with aether and lumine. but due to mysterious reasons, they left the group with no explanation. however, they have come back with a new name: celeste

genre(s): close friends to lovers, rivals to lovers, idol au, slowburn

warnings: kms/kys jokes, angst, cursing, angst, mommy issues, stalking, false rumors, name uses they/she pronouns, any person used as y/n is not canonically what they look like! soon will be added as series progresses

status: hiatus ; irregular updates

playlists: scarlet & scara

vidia’s quip: quick note! y/n is implied to be feminine or at least, transfem! sorry to my transmasc or male audiences! also purple - scaramouche pov, red - kazuha pov, white or default color - name credits: (star divider credit @bunnysrph)

profiles: the silliest stars | childe hatepage + yoimiya

⋆｡°✩ 1ST ALBUM: the stars in the sky represents us part i. track 1. omg celeste comeback?! ⋆ interlude. scarlet and celeste track 2. the twin stars' surprise ⋆ interlude ft scaramouche. getting slandered on main track 3. slandering on main means to apologize after / what is he on?! ⋆ scaramouche's reprise. W rizz, kuni! ⋆ track 4. besties meetup! ⋆ track 5. knock knock! whos there? interlude ft kazuha. the tweets ⋆ track 6. a date or not a date? that is the question track 7. to the recording room!

part ii. track 8. leaks & celeste's mystery man??? ⋆ track 9. upcoming rumors track 10. unknown number?? ⋆ track 11. worried ⋆ track 12. deluxe album out! ⋆ track 13. scaramouche x y/n trending??? ⋆ track 14. are you afraid of me?

⋆｡°✩ 2ND ALBUM: the aligned fate orchestrated by the constellations part i. 21. tba ⋆ 22. tba

⋆｡°✩ TWO MINI ALBUMS scarlet's route: scarlet leaves in the celestial night ⋆ includes: 10 tracks, one boyfriend, a thank you card, one freebie and highschool dreams achieved wanderer's route: purple midnights with the moon ⋆ includes: 20 track, a thank you card, one freebie, one boyfriend, hurt/comfort, and well, scaramouche is his own warning

fairykazu © 2024 do not repost to other sites without permission, share, translate or rewrite without my permission. all rights are reserved !

taglist: @pyrrhicgaze @d4y-dr3am3r @murderisokayforme @aeongiies @florakis @luvnoya @mellowknightcolorfarm @elikyeet @4leyn3 @imkaaayy @xiaosonlybeloved @kavxikitty @jayxncya @sakiimeo @theblueblub @whipped-for-fictionals @ynverse @eunchaeluvr @rifran @meowmeowmau @sweetstrawberrybabe @keiiqq

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[salty-says]

Can I get an order of Nami x Transfem reader?

The reader has a lot of self image issues, and Nami helps her to realize how beautiful she really us

Omg yes this is such a great request!

Orange Skies

Nami x Transfem!reader

Warnings: mentions of self-worth issues, angsty

The Going Merry rocked back and forth upon the waves. The wood creaked and sighed as the warm breeze made its way along the deck. The setting Sun cast a vibrant orange along the horizon and illuminated the ship.

Y/N sat against one of Nami’s tangerine trees, her legs pulled against her chest. Her chin was placed on the top of her knees and she soaked up the last of the sun for the day.

“There you are,” came a familiar voice.

Y/N jumped a but before turning to see Nami standing behind her with a blanket in hand.

“I’ve been looking for you for a while now. Sanji said I could find you out here,” she smiled.

“Sanji has a big mouth,” Y/N rolled her eyes and turned back around.

Nami giggled and began to approach Y/N, “You can say that again.”

Y/N pulled her lips up in response to that, “Why were you looking for me anyway?”

Nami sat down next to Y/N, their shoulders touching, “Am I not allowed to know where you are?”

Y/N only hummed in response.

“We’re going to reach an island tomorrow by the way.”

“Cool.”

“Cool? More like that’s awesome Nami! Thank you so much for your amazing skills that got us here!” Nami said with a higher pitched voice.

Y/N chuckled a bit at this, “Of course, how could I be so rude. You are really amazing Nami.”

“See, that wasn’t so hard. Here,” Nami opened up the blanket and wrapped one end around herself while offering the other to Y/N.

Y/N accepted it with a smile and also wrapped it around her self, “Thank you.”

“Of course! Now you better tell me why you have been sulking these past couple of days. It’s concerning me,” Nami said as she looked over at Y/N.

Y/N turned to her, opening her mouth to defend herself but quickly closed it. She turned back to face the horizon not wanting to say anything.

Nami nudged Y/N with her elbow. “C’mon please talk to me Y/N. What’s the point of having another girl on the ship if the other girl won’t talk to her!”

Y/N bit her lip, “That’s the thing, Nami.”

Nami cocked her head, “What?”

Y/N sighed and looked down at her lap, “I don’t know. It’s just that…I..I don’t…nevermind it’s stupid.”

“Hey don’t say that. Talk to me, please. I promise I’m here to help,” Nami placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

Y/N looked up at Nami with hopeful eyes, “Are you sure you won’t think of me differently if I tell you.”

“Promise,” Nami smiled.

Y/N drew in a deep breath, “Well you know how I wasn’t born a girl?”

Nami nodded and waited for Y/N to continue.

Y/N looked at her hands, “Sometimes I just feel like I’ll never be good enough, like I’ll never be the perfect woman.”

“How do you mean?” Nami asked sincerely.

“Well, for starters I don’t have the ideal female body. My chest is flat, my waist isn’t tiny, and my body gets really hairy. I don’t feel pretty, especially when we go into the island villages. Everyone looks at me weirdly as if they know. As if they are already rejecting me as a woman. I don’t think I’ll ever be good enough,” Y/N whispered the last part as her face became hot and tears pricked at her eyes. “And all I want is to be able to be seen. To be seen as an equal and like you are seen. I want to be able to wear the clothes you wear and feel pretty and confident. I hate hiding like this.”

Nami paused as she watched Y/N break down. She listened intently to what she said and rubbed her back soothingly.

“I’m sorry, Nami. You don’t deserve these burdens I’m putting into you. Sorry if I’m just complaining.”

“Don’t say that, Y/N! You are not complaining! And don’t apologize for feeling the way you feel. I know I don’t have the same situation as you but I do know what you’re feeling is valid,” Nami paused as she tucked a strand of hair behind Y/N’s ear, “I think you’re pretty. I think you’re as much as a woman as any other woman.”

Y/N looked at her stunned, “You do?”

Nami smiled, “Gosh Y/N, the entire crew does! You see how Sanji fawns over you all the time. You see how Usopp calls you pretty and how Luffy loves complimenting how long your hair is. Hell even Zoro sees how strong and pretty you are.”

Tears fell freely out of Y/N’s eyes.

“Gosh Y/N I wish you could see yourself the way the rest of us do. And if you need help boosting your confidence all you have to do is ask! I’m more than happy to provide you clothes or even go shopping with you to find clothes that you like. That’s all I’ve ever wanted!”

“You mean that, Nami?” Y/N asked, her voice cracked a bit.

“Cross my heart.”

Y/N smiled and threw herself into Nami’s arms. Nami chuckled and wrapped her arms around Y/N running her fingers through her hair.

“If anyone ever tells you differently, you have an entire crew that is willing to beat their ass.”

Y/N laughed.

“I’m serious!” Nami shrieked as she looked down at Y/N.

“Thank you Nami. This means more to me than you could ever imagine.”

Nami smiled lovingly as she cupped Y/N’s cheek and kissed her forehead, “Of course. Now tell me what colors you like to wear.”

Hope you enjoyed!

[anemoarchonhoe]

Commission for @unkownknowledge

Can I please commission Venti saving a transfem reader from their transphobic family?(And maybe falling in love?) With the fic being Venti helping reader find feminine clothes?

I did my very best so I hope you like it! Please read the tags before reading this work.

You have been uncomfortable in your skin for as long as you could remember.

However, you were only a kid back then, so it’s understandable why you couldn’t figure out why you felt so awful.

You were a teenager when you finally realized why.

It was only out of curiosity, but you tried on your mother’s lipstick and dress.

You couldn’t bear to look at yourself in the mirror before, but now that you are dressed femininely…

For the first time, you felt free. You’re so beautiful.

This is who you truly are. You are a woman.

Excited, you share the news with your family. You were disappointed.

Your father attempted to make you “snap out of your delusion” by intensively training you in swordsmanship and archery, hoping his son will “come back”.

You told him you have always been his DAUGHTER. He made you run until you couldn’t move.

Your mother couldn’t even bare to look at you. She hid her makeup and dresses.

It didn’t bother you because you bought your own, but it broke your heart to see her reject you. She acted like you didn’t exist.

Dinners are quiet. Uncomfortable. Unbearable.

You grew afraid for your survival. Your parents may kick you out of their home at any time.

Tearfully, you conveyed your fears to your friend, Venti. You hadn’t known him long, but you made you feel safe.

“Can you fight?”

You nodded. Your father drilled swordsmanship and archery lessons in you since you were 13.

“Great! Now, show me what you can do.”

He brought you to a small hilichurl camp and asked you to exterminate them. You did it, and while he gave you some slight assistance, you mostly managed to do it on your own.

Satisfied, he told you, “You should be able to be an adventurer and earn an honest living, then.”

You cried. He smiled and held you.

That was the day you received your Anemo vision.

He was there when you registered yourself at the Adventurer’s Guild.

The Guild Branch offers rooms for adventurers who don’t have homes. That’s where Bennett stays and he’s happy to have someone near his age that he can talk to.

Venti gave you occasional assistance on your commissions. And if he can’t, he points you to an adventurer party that can. Or you like going with Bennett, if you’re looking up for a challenge.

Soon, you had formed an adventuring party who you can trust to have your back.

Venti observed you live your life freely with a supportive grin. He is so proud of you.

A smile suits your beautiful face rather than the constant gloom he used to see.

You turn to grace him with that smile that made his heart throb with longing. He smiles back softly.

As for you, you are content.

You may have lost your family forever but you had yourself.

You have YOU and it is enough.

"Venti, hurry up! They have this pretty leather armor on sale and I don’t want to miss out!"

"Ugh… alright, alright." He groaned, looking like he had just woken up from an alcohol-induced sleep last night. He agreed with you that he should hurry but he made no attempt to walk faster.

You sighed affectionately at him. "Did you have a fun night?"

He brightened slightly, recalling all of what happened last night at the Angel's Share. Judging by how elated the bard is, you could imagine that he was happy. Although, perhaps at the expense of Charles or Master Diluc. "Indeed, I did. A little too much fun, in fact. I’m nearly out of mora."

"Oh, Venti. And here I was about to ask you to treat me to lunch later."

"Have mercy upon my wallet."

You giggled as you reached Wagner’s shop and slam-opened the door like you owned the place. That earned you a snort from Venti and a grunt of irritation from the blacksmith. The anemo god seemed happy to see you so confident now, unlike the trembling lost girl he had met a few years ago. He now wonders what you would think if you knew who he truly was. For now, he's content to keep it secret. He'll tell you one day, just not right now.

"If it weren't for the fact that you are one of my most loyal customers, I'd have kicked you out immediately," Wagner grunted, giving you a lazy glare. "Now, I'm busy. Tell me what you want then scram."

Unbothered, you immediately place your order for your leather armor as well as asking him to sharpen your silver sword that has gone dull. Wagner takes your sword and get to work. Then you face Venti, who still looks like he's hungover. You give him a sympathetic smile and gave him a soft headpat, hoping to ease his suffering a bit.

"Thank you, dear friend," Venti sighed, leaning against your hand.

"You're welcome, Venti," you replied. You continue your ministrations until Wagner was done with your order. After that, you walked with the bard to a clothing store, intending you get yourself a few dresses and skirts. As a very busy adventurer, there are times when your clothes inevitably get caught in bushes, branches and thorns. Sometimes it either rips, tears, and gets singed from hilichurl and elemental monster attacks. Thankfully, your last commission paid exceptionally well and you're now able to afford new clothing. You took Venti with you in hopes of getting his opinion.

But you also wanted to dress up and impress him. And you hope to fish some compliments from him, too. You pray to Barbatos that Venti would find you beautiful.

A breeze blows past you softly. You turn to look at Venti, who's looking at you with flushed cheeks and a bright smile. You took both of those as good signs.

A ring from a bell echoes in the empty boutique when Venti opens the door to let you in first.

"After you, my lady." Venti bowed.

"Thank you, kind gentleman." you giggled.

Venti took a seat and you began choosing clothing with the help of the sales lady. He looks around, humming to himself as he tries to help out with searching for clothing that will suit you and your taste. His eyes landed on a mint-colored dress. It's not suitable for adventuring, but it'd be suitable for a small event that's coming up soon. It'll be a day full of singing and dancing. He could already imagine you having fun.

"Hey," Venti called for your attention, raising the hand that has the dress. "Will you be willing to try this on? I think you'll look great in it. I'll pay for it, no worries."

"You don't have to, Venti…" you felt breathless. The dress looks beautiful, but you can't help but blush at the realization that he wants you to match with his color scheme. The colors look like his own, just a little lighter.

"I insist. Now, try it on! I want to see you in it."

So you did. You even styled your hair in order to match the dress, and the lady assisting you even suggested some great accessories and shoes to go along with it. When you exited the changing room to face Venti, you were a little flustered over how much effort you put in order to impress him. You dare lift your eyes to try and see his reaction.

The bard just averted his eyes from you. You would've been disappointed if you didn't just witness how the blush on his cheeks spread across his face like a forest wildfire. You were honestly a little thrilled and pleased.

"Sooo…" you slowly spun in place. "How do I look?"

He's mumbling.

"What?" You walked closer.

"I said… you look stunning." He shyly looks up at you from where he's sitting. "Breathtaking. Beautiful. Gorgeous. The fairest lady in the land."

As he began to confidently rain praises on you, it's your turn to feel flustered. You laughed awkwardly, raising your hands to shield yourself from the onslaught of praise.

"Okay, okay, I get it! I guess I'll get it along with the rest of the clothes I picked earlier."

Despite your protest, you couldn't stop Venti from paying for all of the clothes as well as the accessiories you picked. And as he gently took your hand while he carried your bags, you felt like the most cherished woman in all of Mondstadt. Your heart couldn't help but skip a few beats whenever he squeezes your hand. Soon, you reach the Guild Headquarters where you stay.

"Good night, Venti. Thanks for accompanying me."

"Yeah. Good night."

None of you made another move. There's a slight tension in the air. Then Venti takes your hand and places a kiss on your knuckle, then bows, walking away into the streets of Mondstadt. He leaves you stunned, but ultimately very happy.

Word count: 1,000

Character count: 5,483

[mothmoth0]

I really would love that fanfic writers learn but fr LEARN to tag theyr work.

Don't get me wrong, each user organizes their work in the way they feel is the correct one. BUT there are Tags for a reason and especially i'm talking to gender tags.

I know the fanfic thing is more comun for cis women and afab people, which is why as an amab woman sometimes it's so frustrating to read fanfics. Personally, the only problem I have is when the fanfic contains Smut, nsfw aspects or where they talk about genitals because, dysphoria. That's why if I want to read something most of the time I look for the Gender Neutral tags but apparently people don't know that GN means GENDER NEUTRAL.

You can specify genitals, of course because it is your work and you do what you want with your work, but the tags are there for a reason and if it's not the genitalia thing it's the gender roles applied in a character WITHOUT GENDER, there are people who fall into the binary but still do not want to read things with gender roles or specific genitalia and that's why we look for this specific tag.

Anyway writing is hard and each of us does it from our reality and personal experiences but please tag your fics according to their content, thanks <3

[ludebabefics]

rules

Who/What I write for: I only wrote for trans fem readers, since that is what I’m most familiar with and there practically is a drought of MTF fics (on the anime side of tumblr). I will make exception for fluff for fem/masc/trans masc/gn cuz that can be a broad but for smut and au , no. I also write for younger adults 18-25. When it comes to shows I will write jjk, mha, kny, bllk, csm, op, drs, knb, free

Who/What I don’t write for: Like I said before anything outside of trans fem is a no. I also won’t do angst . And obviously by now it won’t be a suprise that I don’t let anyone under the age of 18 interact with my blog.

kinks I will write(if ur kink is not listed it’s not allowed lol 🌸)

1. First time 2. Oral sex 3. Anal sex 4. Fingering 5. Outdoors sex 6. Car sex 7. Shower/tub sex 8. Biting/scratching 9. Phone sex 10. Cybersex/sexting/Skype sex 11. Public sex

12.Desperation 13.Multiple orgasms/marathon sex 14. Orgasm denial 15.Toys 16. Costumes/dressing-up/crossdressing 17.Role play 18.Bondage/restraints 19. Blindfolds

20.Riding 21.Dancing (dirty or otherwise) 22 Coming untouched

23.Lingerie/panties

24.Sex worker AU 25. Rough sex 26. Scent 27.Wall!sex or other sex standing up 28. Bed-sharing 29. Morning sex 30.Dirty talk 31. Tentacles 32.Striptease

33.mommy/daddy kink

34. Pantie/unserwear/sweatpants bulge

35. Sub/top/bottom/dom

36. injuried sex

Character I will write for(if ur character is not listed than I wont write for them )

-Bakugo

-Kirishima

-Deku

-Denki

-todoroki

-shindo

-aizawa

-hawks

-endeavor

-dabi

-toji

-nanami

-sukuna

-megumi

-itadori

-geto

-mahito

-choso

-gojo

-tengen

-giyuu

-rengoku

-sanemi

-genya

-tanjiro

-yoriichi

-isagi

-bachira

-kunigami

-chigiri

-Kaiser

-Nagi

-reo

-barou

-Oliver aiku

-eita

-jingo

-tsukasa

-Kagami

-aomine

-kise ryota

-Rin matsusoka

-natsu

-gray

-sting

-zoro

-sanji

-portgas d ace

-law

-shanks

[sharkboywrites]

hi, i wanna start my own smut writing blog, but the thing is im not well knowledge in writing for ftm/trans readers nor do i feel comfortable to do so since im not trans myself and don't want to offend anyone, but i dont know how to put this on my rules without sounding transphobic and disrespectful. i just don't know anything about writing ftm/trans people since ive mostly write for m/gn readers. could you or anyone advice how i can address this in my rules without being disrespectful? i really dont mean any ignorance or harm towards anyone, I'm just don't really know how to write well-written trans/ftm readers. thank you for reading this and for any help. it's okay if you don't want to answer this if i cross a boundary. ^^

Hii I'm super glad that your asking and I want you to know that not accepting requests for trans readers is perfectly fine and not transphobic at all. I'm sure no one will take it personally if you don't want to or aren't comfortable with it (although there are always people on the internet who may get upset).

The thing that comes with taking requests for writing is that you most likely will get a request that you're not comfortable with and you need to be prepared to turn them down. As long as you're respectful about it, then it shouldn't be an issue. You also don't owe an explanation for not wanting to write something, which goes for all types of requests. What most people do, myself included, is make a list of boundaries for writing, usually in your introduction. Sometimes people may not see it, I've gotten requests for fem readers/characters even though this is an mlm blog. But basically everything should be fine to turn down a request you're not comfortable with as long as you're respectful and not rude about it.

[de-bauchry]

—Phonecalls

: pairing: Aomine x blacktransfem reader!!

: cw, established relationship, both are in college, I guess angsty?

: A/N: sooo I did 100% write this with amab black transfem girlies in mindddd so this is definitely for y’all but if this is in anyway like offensive pls lmk and I’ll take it down :))). Also lmk if y’all wanna part 2? Maybe?

“Why you keep blowing up my phone crazy girl?” Aomine questions licking his lips, as he opened the door forearm leaning against the ledge of the wall, eyes sizing you up from head to toe.

“Because why you not answering yo phone!?” You exclaimed in irritation, shocked that he even asked such a disrespectful question. Some people had dm’ed you about Aomine being with some girl at the basketball celebration with his team, like how could he!

“Oi, stop yelling. I’m right here”. Aomine’s tone was firm, expression that of a glare before rubbing the back of his neck in annoyance. “You believe everything you hear too much y/n. I wasn’t with any girl it was another manager of this basketball team. We were talking about our next game together with their team.” He lets out a deep sigh.

You stood there in disbelief for a second. You couldn’t believe that you had just, shown up at his house like this for those messages to not even be true, but what if he’s messing with the manager? I mean it could be possible right? You know how much Aomine is into girls, real ones and it just— drives you crazy thinking about him leaving you for another girl.

This was Aomine’s first relationship with a trans girl and you’ve seen his magazines, he’s told you he likes girls with big boobs but he loves all boobs so it doesn’t really matter to him what size they are, but that didn’t matter, you felt like the exact opposite of his preferences and interests, you were still in the process of taking your hormones and growing. It’s not that you didn’t think you were a real girl or girly enough, you just felt like Aomine wanted a cis girl before he’d want a trans girl. And that got to you.

“How do I know you’re not talking to her?” You accuse your hip tut, tucking a curl behind your ear, as you cross your arms.

“Do you want me talking to her?” Aomine accuses.

“No! what the hell!”.

“Then? What’s the problem? I’m serious.” Aomine closes the distance between you two, looking down on you, towering over your form, as he crossed his arms now. “Because the girl I want is acting crazy yelling all in my damn face.” Aomine brings his finger to lift your chin up to meet his gaze. “You gon keep listening to everybody else?”

[toomanyoneshots]

My Girl - Dean x Trans reader

(TW for mentions/descriptions of dysphoria)

You brushed a little more powder across your face and slouched your shoulders a little bit more, but that didn’t seem to have any effect whatsoever. You huffed a bit and tossed the makeup brush onto the counter, running your hand through your hair.

“Babe, are you ready to go yet?” Your boyfriend Dean asked, sticking his head in through the door. He expression sunk a little bit when he saw your defeated expression.

“What’s wrong?” He said, walking over to you, standing right behind you.

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me. I know something’s wrong. What is it?”

“I don’t know, it’s just that… no matter what I do, I don’t… look right.” You said, exhaling loudly.

“What do you mean?” He asked softly, leaning down.

“My shoulders, my face… it’s all too… masculine!” You sniffled, a couple of tears starting to well up in your eyes. “I just can’t look like a woman, even though I try everything I can.”

“Shh, shh,” he whispered, turning you around, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. He leant down a little and kissed the top of your head, rubbing your back. “Take deep breaths for me, okay, honey?”

“Okay,” you squeaked, trying to take deep, slow breaths. His hands massaging your back pacified you near instantly, combining with your deep breaths to calm you down. He pulled away from you and bent down, planting a soft, slow kiss on your lips. He turned you around so that you were both looking in the mirror, kissing your head again before resting his head on top of yours.

“When I look at you, do you know what I see?”

“What?” You whispered, your breaths still shaky.

“When I look at you I see the prettiest, most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen. I don’t see the remnants of your past self, I see the sweet, beautiful, absolutely stunning woman that you’ve blossomed into.”

“Really?” You sniffled, wiping a single tear off your cheek.

“Yes. (Y/N), you’re the cutest, sweetest, kindest, most beautiful girl I’ve ever known in my life and I wouldn’t exchange you for any girl in the world. I love you.” You turned around to face him, pulling him into a kiss, another tear streaming down your face, this one a tear of happiness.

“I love you too.”

“You’re my girl, (Y/N). Don’t you ever forget that.”

[mod-tsumugi]

Pg! (Pregame) Tsumugi x Transfem Reader Coming Out

What in the self indulgence is this?

-Mod (t̶h̶a̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶t̶o̶t̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶s̶i̶m̶p̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶) Tsumugi

You were already dating each other for a while, and were well into your transition. However, you still kept the fact that you're transgender a secret from Tsumugi. Whenever she came close to finding out, you'd make up some sort of excuse on the spot, and she'd always brush it off.

She wouldn't leave you over something as little as your gender, right? You knew this, yet you still backed out at the last second. Every. Single. Time.

It made you feel guilty, keeping such a big secret from someone you're so close to. She deserved to know by now.

So you finally decided to do it. To tell her that you're transgender.

You invited her to your house, to have a talk. A very, very important talk.

You sat at your couch, home alone, as you waited for Tsumugi to arrive. You heard the clock strike 10:00, which was the moment you agreed to meet. Not even a second later, your doorbell rang.

Hastily, you made your way to the door and opened it. There stood Tsumugi.

"May I come in, dearest?"

"Of course, Shirogane."

She smiled, before dusting her shoes on the doormat and walking inside. She walked to your living room, so you turned around and followed her.

You both got to the couch, and she glanced over at you, as if to tell you take a seat first. You silently nodded and sat down, before feeling her plop next to you.

"So, what is it that you wanted to talk about?" She asked, leaning against the cushions.

"Well, there's this secret that I've been keeping for a while." You stated, fidgeting with your hands. "Promise me you won't get mad?"

"Promise." She took your hand in hers, giving it a light squeeze.

You lean closer, bringing her hands to the couch whilst still intertwined.

"Shirogane, I'm transgender." You admit. "I was assigned male at birth, but I always was a girl. The girl in front of you right now."

She blinked. "That's all you wanted to tell me?" She asked. "Well, I accept you, Y/n. I would never get mad at you for just simply being yourself."

She cupped your cheek with her unoccupied hand. "I love all of you. This is a part of you, so I'll love it all the same."

There's a moment of silence, before you unclutch her hand, instead throwing them over her shoulders. "I love you too, Shirogane." You say, your voice muffled as you bury your head into the crook of her neck. "I couldn't even dream of having someone better..."

[megistusdiary]

omg regarding your hybrid women post; i had the thought of reader being a hybrid too, so both parties also get in heat 🥰🥰

what ifーfox!reader and arctic fox!arle (youre probably tired of writing for arle LMAO) where reader gets in heat and tries to fuck with arle so shes like all teasing and degrading and shit 😅😅

that's what i like to see 😌

tbh i'm winning rn because my friends just told me how much i remind them of a fox today. basically, that means we belong together 😻😻 delusion is the solution

also, we never get tired of arle. i know this ask was from a few days ago, but since drip marketing was released, we are all UP!

fox!transfem arlecchino x fox!fem reader

dom!transfem fox-hybrid arle x sub!fem fox-hybrid reader

warnings: smut (mdni), transfem arle, wlw content, fox hybrids, fingering, penetration, mentions of heat/knotting, breeding kink

you had to admit, your lover's hands were one of your favorite parts of her. yes, her mind was beautiful, and so was her soul. but her hands were gorgeous.

clawed, as yours were, but hers were much more elegant. despite being quite large, her hands were rather dextrous.

her fingers were long and pretty. well-suited to wielding blades, playing the piano, holding a wine glass elegantly.

oh, and for stretching you out, obviously.

the way her fingers press deeper into you has your mind reeling. your brain is fuzzy already from hormones, and her touches send you into overdrive.

she can hear your claws tearing at her bedsheets, hips grinding into her hand. she uses her free hand to dig her claws into your hip, stilling you.

"someone's desperate," she comments softly, causing you to whine at her, unable to form any biting retorts. she tuts, fucking you faster with her fingers, eyes trained on the way you sucked her fingers in so well.

you were beyond drenched, slick dripping down her hand and ruining her expensive silk bedsheets. your ears were pinned back against your head, face pressed down into the bedsheets as you presented yourself to her on all fours.

she was entranced by how your hips and back arched so perfectly for her. oh, how enticing you were. just for her...

you kick your feet into the bedsheets, mumbling little pleas for her to fuck you. she leans down, her lips ghosting over the shell of your ear.

"you want my cock?" she asks, and you deliciously respond with pathetic little mewls. "shouldn't you feel ashamed at how you're behaving?" she sighs.

she nips at your neck, tutting. "look at you, ruining my sheets with how desperate you are. listen to yourself." she presses her fingers in shallowly, letting you hear the sounds of your own slick being pushed in and out.

she can feel the heat radiating off your neck as your ears flick wildly, tail hitting her side as it wiggles. she moves her hand to grip the base of your tail, biting the inside of her cheek when it causes you to cum all over her fingers.

she enjoys the mindless babbles that come along with your orgasms during your heat, how you destroy her sheets. it's all too intoxicating. she inhales the pheromones from the air, groaning as her cock strains against her pants.

the hand on your tail slides to cup over her bulge, her head falling back as you turn around, her fingers slipping out as you lean down, unzipping her pants.

once you remove her pants, her cock bobs up, allowing you to press a kiss to the sticky tip. she grunts, taking the base and smearing it across your lips to see them go glossy. "well aren't you just an eager little whore? i didn't tell you to turn around, did i?"

you quickly adjust yourself, tail swaying behind you excitedly as she grabs it, moving it away from your pussy as her cock swipes up and down your folds.

"you're going to take it all like a good girl, won't you?"

"yes, yes, please!" your voice is pathetic and whiny as she lines her cock up with your hole.

she slides in slowly, letting you feel her stretch you open as you pant into the silk beneath you. her grunts are little melodies of their own, clawed hands gripping your hips tightly as she eases her thick cock in and out of you.

her pace increases to the point where she's practically slamming you against the bed, your scent having triggered her own rut as she fucks like her life depends on it.

"you're going to have my fucking kits. i'll fill you up, doll. you're mine." she snaps, hips bruising yours as your slick coats her base with a creamy ring. her tail swings rapidly, ears flat against her head.

once she feels you cum around her, tightening up, she allows the inflated base of her cock to press into you, using the delirium from your orgasm to stretch you beyond your limits.

you whimper and whine beneath her as she cums inside of you, plugging you up with her knot.

despite the rough treatment, she soothes you quietly, leaning over you and pulling you to lay with her on your sides, kissing your cheek as she shallowly fucks you with the limited movement allowed by her knot.

[punkeropercyjackson]

Jason Todd.Also Megumi Fushiguro.Also Percy Jackson but by P*rcicos and gods fuckers specifically.Also Todoroki Shouto.Also Sasuke Uchiha.Also Ichigo Kurosaki.Also Hobie Brown.Also Marshall Lee Abadeer.Also Prince Zuko.Also Nicholas D. Wolfwood-Y'know you guys get it

(Oh woah,almost 400 notes and like almost 100 at least don't realize i'm insulting you and calling you basic pick mes.Well,thanks for liking and subscribing anyway ig)

[sl4sh3rsub]

patrick bateman hcs (nsfw: mdni)

patrick bateman x reader (AFAB, AMAB, FtM, MtF)

warnings: overall pretty toxic, homophobic and misogynistic, there's a lot of infidelity/cheating and drug usage/alcohol too. there is also shaming of sex work - this is purely fictional and i do not condone this behavior in real life. i wrote in these elements because they appear in the original source material, not because i hold these opinions/views. mentions of extreme kink/fetish (knife play, blood play), p in v + anal (all unprotected - pls stay safe irl), oral sex (giving + receiving), handjobs, cockwarming, implied dom/sub dynamics (patrick is a top + sugar daddy/dom/slight sadist + is entitled, reader is more submissive + sweet), lots of cum + precum/arousal, reader sometimes treated as sex object, marking (bruises, bite marks, hickeys etc.), dubious consent? (overstimulation, he can be manipulative, reader flashes someone in afab section), reference to past rough sexual encounters, lots of sexual tension, patrick is sociopathic(?) + gets hard a lot + is possessive/slightly domestic but still rough, canon colleagues (schrödinger's judgement + they're horny), nipple play, voice kink/voicemail sex, threats/mentions of canon (?) violence (not towards reader), exhibitionism + public settings, consensual filming of sexual acts, gun play/fear play, cigar gets extinguished on reader (research risks properly before trying irl, please stay safe), hired sex worker, mentions of surgery in ftm + mtf sections, rip jean + evelyn's emotions

a/n: i'm a massive fan of the broadway musical (bootleg available on youtube) and i've seen the film twice, but i still need to read the book!! i've listened to this youtube audiobook (ai voice patrick reading it - part one) and it kinda goes hard. anyway, peeb ateman is soft with reader in this one, so it could potentially be a little ooc.

order: general hcs first then amab + afab then ftm + mtf, different sections = different content n tried not to repeat much

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general hcs

patrick is already engaged to evelyn when he meets you. he's very well aware that she's seeing timothy price, so he might as well have his own fun - divorce isn't in fashion this year, so being prepared for that potential outcome might turn some heads and patrick hates judgmental attention

if you're already in a relationship with someone, he'll whisk you away immediately. you deserve so much better than some chump who can't afford to spoil you, he'll prove his superiority with his shiny silver card

show him genuine affection and take interest in his music taste!! if you listen to him and take time out of your day to participate in conversation, he'll abruptly stop mid-sentence to process that you're invested in his recap of his day :( you'll have no issues with him from then out - you respect him and he'll respect you. he's quietly thankful for how kind you are to him

if patrick has a yearning to dabble in a certain kink or fetish - such as knife play or extreme blood play - that you're not willing to participate in, he'll just find someone who can satiate his needs temporarily. no harm done, patrick just wants to make sure he's not taking complete advantage of you - he'll pay for you to have a delicious dinner and fancy hotel for the night, don't worry. he still wants to take care of you and reassure you that no one is taking your place, and that you'll still have him in the morning... he just needs to let out his extreme urges throughout the night

his way of showing affection is brushing his nose against you, whether it be your temple, ear or cheek as he whispers sweet nothings to you. he longs for subtle contact and the gentle warmth of your skin. he's also addicted to burying his face in your neck or pressing his lips against your crown when he fucks you from behind or squirming in his lap, the small puffs of hot air tickling your flushed skin and his lidded eyes rolling at your scent

he digs his fingers into your lower tummy while he fucks you, feeling his cock ram deep inside you - he's shamelessly using you as his own fucktoy, massaging his length to get himself off. the extra pressure against his tip has him shuddering at the delicious sensation

yeah sure, patrick might be a weirdo and a loser but he can fuck you like he loves you (maybe he does) and spare cash to dry-clean your cum off his expensive suits... fair trade, no?

he practically becomes your sugar daddy - you're his personal doll to dress, provide for and parade around proudly. he wouldn't trade the satisfied glint in your eyes, or the rhythm of your glistening arousal dripping on his wood paneled floors for anything. after a long day of spoiling you, he becomes a little selfish in the bedroom and chases his high with no regard for how overstimulated you might get :(

he is obsessed with dressing you to match his personal perception of you - that is to say, have you dressed in a manner that would make atheists reconsider and have the faithful herald you as their new deity. he wants to ensure that everyone know why he worships you the way he does. even if you don't feel confident in your skin, he quietly reassures you that your bashfulness only adds to your charm

you're his personal model and his precious doll - plaything, if you will. after you return to his place from perusing the designer shops, he lounges back with a whiskey in hand and patiently watches you show off your latest purchases on his card. he'll ask you to spin or swap shoes to match the outfit every so often, even asking you to bend down towards him just so he can adjust your collar or hairstyle. if he gets taken aback by how stunning you look in a certain outfit, expect him to get carried away and start panic rambling - he'll explain the specifics of the material, cut or brand as his fingers roam your body with devotion and his eyes greedily drink you in. his voice gets progressively huskier throughout the show until he gets to the expensive undergarments hidden in matte bags and tissue paper - he fucks you in front of the mirror, reveling in the way the material hugs your skin and how your skin shifts as your muscles clench with every thrust

after he warmed up to you, patrick slowly realized how emotionally taxing your early encounters were on you and that you were left feeling used and roughed up afterwards. if he still makes you feel that way after he first admits his affection, definitely let him know - he might want to leave physical marks on you that linger for a week or so after, but emotional damage is the last thing he wants marring your relationship

something that resembles quiet devotion lingers in his gaze, the glint of chandeliers flashing as he quickly shakes his head and denies he was ever staring :( sure, you might not be the stereotypical 'hardbody', but you're more worth his time than all of the other whores that his cock stirs for - you're leagues better than the sluts turning tricks and actually deserve a place in his home, his bed, unlike the simple chicks he picks up from clubs. he actually respects you (though, not enough to acknowledge your independence away from him) and his silent approval - pride, even - of your actions sometimes slips through his mask

whenever you're in the room with him, there is an invisible yet tangible tension that tugs you together. the warm, compressing feeling always hones your vision onto patrick - it drowns out all of the noises and movement around you, grounding you in the all-consuming gaze of your lover. his eyes snap to yours whenever you enter the room and he instinctively feels a bulge growing in his slacks, his pupils dilating as his tongue darts out to dampen his lips. no polite conversation or mundane styling drivel is worth his time when you are in his field of view

patrick genuinely feels his blood thunder in his ears whenever the men at the table make snide remarks about your appearance or belittle you. he is absolutely disgusted at their attitudes and lack of understanding - you are his darling and you deserve to be treated as his equal, at a minimum. however, if the table murmurs about how sexy you look, he's more than willing to show you off a bit - he's proud of what's his, obviously! just don't let the boys get too bold with their 'polite' touches or they won't have fingers in the morning :<

he'll buy you a ring. not to propose, oh god no - he doesn't want to do the whole evelyn debacle again. patrick wants to simply state his territory and claim so that others would be less inclined to approach you (plus, it helps that he doesn't have to vividly daydream about it anymore - it saves brain power)

if he rushes home with dirty, damp gloves and a missing button on his overcoat, he'll forever be indebted to you if you pour him a stiff drink and prepare to call jean to postpone all events the next day

your head gets all fuzzy when his tongue drags along the line of your collarbone and his soft lips ghost down your chest - circling your nipple and threatening you with the edge of his teeth makes the edge of his mouth twist into a smirk. if you meet his gaze, his lidded eyes give away how content he is in this position, with you on top of his lap. his lips sheened with spit and your buttoned shirt yanked open make for an arousing sight

patrick is a big fan of smoking his cigars while you sloppily take his cock down your throat - he gets some sadistic pleasure from putting them out on your spit-soaked thighs, the drool hissing under the scorching heat. it's coincidentally also one of his favourite things to reminisce, running his fingers over your thighs while replaying those memories during boring social events. the scent of his expensive smoke, wafting around him in a saloon, has him drifting back to the sight of his hefty cock resting on your face - the length throbbing with every heartbeat, pearls of salty precum seeping into your soft skin and trailing in thin rivulets down the contours of cheekbone

he is a fan of sneaking a dab of his yves saint lauren perfume onto all of your formal wear, a little mark of him and something to keep you company whenever you're out at functions he's not attending

he drags you out to clubs just to dress you up and show you off under the bright, colourful flashing lights. you have his eye the entire time you're feeling yourself on the dance floor, tempting him your sensual movements from across the room - don't expect him to act on it immediately though, he's more than content to hold your gaze and sip his glass from the bar. if some sleaze dares to get handsy with you, he'll step in and guide you towards the bathroom as his fingers glide down to your lower back - he needs a bump to loosen up and not hurt every single chump eyeing you up. you're his plaything, after all.

if you spend a night at patrick's place, he'll secretly love taking showers with you - only because you help him rub in his cleansers and soaps into his skin, no other reason. certainly not that your devoted, admiring gaze make him flush and whisper his timid thanks under the steady stream of water, the noise lost in the pounding around your ears. ignore his building arousal, it'll stay there and grow even harder when he pleasures you with his tongue on the counter of his stainless-steel kitchen. you're the only one he'll kneel for, and you bet that there's a steamed-up outline of your ass on the countertop when he's done :3

despite his incessant need to fit in, he's never going to blend in while you remain by his side. you bring out that rare smile of his and that soft chuckle in public settings. you far outshine all the other, dull plus-ones at the dinner parties

you are patrick's trump card - everyone he knows either wants to be you or fuck you, they'll do anything to impress (especially if there's false hope of ending the night in bed with one or both of you)

if you're confident enough, you could be his personal little pornstar!! it makes you so giddy, the knowledge that he could show the snippets of the videos to his coworkers (who dream about getting you naked) and make them jealous of the fact that you've cum numerous times with patrick's name on your lips. the video is recorded on the best equipment of course - he can't have you on video while looking anything less than godlike on camera

he orders your favourite dishes at every restaurant, combs and brushes out your hair when you arrive at his apartment, then fucks you roughly while whispering how thankful he is for you. his babbling pleas for you to stay and praise of your existence echo in your mind for hours after, especially as he rests next to you with steady breathing

patrick leaves hickeys and bite marks all over you and while he might apologise while handing you anti-bruise supplements, know that his mind's eye is stuck on the sigh of your skin blossoming under his lips - specifically, the feeling of his teething nipping your skin and the small hum of satisfaction as he pulls away to inspect his work. if you've been good lately, he'll let you leave a hickey or mark on his chest - it's only fair after he leaves you bruised and aching in his arms the next morning :( if you've behaved to his liking, he'll share some of his japanese pear and kiwi for breakfast. you need some sugar to recoup anyway

if he's been snappy or pent up all day, he'll guilt you into taking him with minimal prep - he will snap and go feral if he's had to rein it in at work, plus the stretch feels heavenly around his thick cock

patrick had once ordered a prostitute for the two of you to experiment with - making sure they were a fair balance between your ideal types, bodywise. this plan went a little off script after the foreplay when you and patrick ended up exploring your exhibitionist sides, passionately kissing and languidly exploring each other's bodies while the hire slowly touched themselves at the sight. that precious hour or so was the easiest pay that person had ever made (you and patrick were far from unattractive), plus that champagne that you poured out was heavenly

patrick has you suck him off during skincare routines in the morning and evening, making sure to cum all down your throat. he insists it's good protein for you!! kneeling in front of the bathroom countertop has become second nature to you, the divine sight of your rugged lover above you routinely making you feel at ease

you had better be friends with his secretary jean because you'll see her a lot. if she gets jealous and her failed attempts at sleeping with him affect her capabilities, patrick will simply hire a different secretary. sure, he'll love to flaunt you and taunt them about how they aren't fucking either of you, but that's just part of his fun. he might use the empty threat of fucking you in front of the secretary as a way to keep you from acting out, but he's too possessive to have someone in a different tax bracket see you laid bare

get him spa day gift cards!! you can both spend time in private saunas or pools simply enjoying each other's presence and use the time to caress each other's bodies. use the opportunity to get a full body massage - when patrick has had a rough week, you're more than likely going to end up with a couple bruises and a few sore muscles

while he's never been the most domestic man, the image of you flitting back and forth in his pristine kitchen flicks a switch in patrick's brain. your earnest efforts of making him his breakfast bran muffins and churning his apple butter has him daydreaming of keeping you in his apartment like a pet - at his beck and call constantly, dusting his expensive furniture and preparing his meals whenever he comes home... not to mention how you'd willingly bend over or drop to your knees in a heartbeat if he so desired

if patrick is riding an adrenaline (or cocaine) high when he returns to you, be very careful and tread lightly. he may have an itch to clean his axe or handguns, polishing them until the late hours of the night. when he's in a jittery and frantic state, he isn't above having you spread out on his polished floor as something nice to look at while assembling the firearms, and he's certainly not against fucking you roughly while holding the gun to your head or body. he's even aroused by the though of you sucking off his uzi, spit-slicked metal knocking your teeth as your glistening eyes widen in fear

when you sleep next to him, he might jolt awake at night before realizing your shifting movements pose no threat to him, especially when you're locked into his arms with your soft breath brushing against his skin. when he gazes at you in these dimly lit moments, his mask slips until he feels a semblance of happiness - there's no discomfort, jealousy or boredom, he's content with you against him like this. after a long while of his breathing filling the dark room, his mind forces his walls back up and reverts him back to his usual self just as he drifts to sleep. no one can ever see him like that, see what your presence does to him... not even you

he has a penchant for fucking you infront of his toshiba 30-inch television, a porno tape or horror movie often playing. he loves the way screams - either of ecstasy or pain - fill his ears as you moan beneath him, the colours of the screen dancing on your skin. his cock always pulses just that little bit more whenever you bite his thumb and take his dick deep inside you as the film plays in the background. red is suck a sexual and raw colour after all, why not have the bright screen fill your vision as you cum on his cock? the vibrance drowns out all other stimuli, forcing you to focus on his presence in and around you

imagine the shock on evelyn's face when she shows up unannounced at patrick's place one late afternoon- he's swaying to heuy louis and the news, hands on your hips as you giggle and pour him a glass. his silk shirt loosely buttoned just covers your modesty as he soothingly rubs circles on your thigh, soft grin fading as his gaze frosts over at the sight of his betrothed. she sniffs, scandalized at the sight infront of her, and tells patrick to not bother contacting her - tim price's phone will be unplugged the moment she arrives at his place. to be honest, patrick could not care less. you're in his arms and he knows for a fact that evelyn will be over it soon - if not, there's a more suitable marriage candidate right in front of him. if you feel bad or guilty after evelyn leaves, patrick will do his best with his hands, thick cock, tongue and credit card to soothe your worries

expect patrick to leave desperate and vaguely threatening voice mail messages - his heavy, stuttered breaths echoing in your ears as the slick sounds in the background get you more and more worked up. the depraved ramblings deepen and get hoarser with each passing minute, so you'd better pray jean doesn't walk in - she isn't worthy of seeing him in such a disheveled and flushed state

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luis is the most understanding of patrick's work bunch - he isn't shy to defend you and be seen in public as your friend, once you are comfortable telling him your secret of course. just make sure everyone knows you're not a part of that yale thing and you'll be fine

although he isn't keen on being open about his relationship with you - for fear of his colleagues and fellow acquaintances of wall street making derogatory comments towards him, or worse, you - majority of the men already have some closeted urge to spend the night with you, yearning to take bateman's place in your bed. let's face it, the cocaine, competition and firm handshakes can only do so much to hide the growing homoerotic tensions between the coworkers. your appeal is wider than you realise, as the compliments and lingering gazes at events would have most outsiders questioning if carruthers was the only gay man present in the social circle

in large social gatherings - such as big dinner parties or company events - patrick is able to hide his hand under the table and keep a poker face while unbuttoning your fly, untucking your shirt and slowly palming you for his own amusement. his bragging of designer clothing, company roles and mentions of a nice house he procured - for you to move into, of course - easily distract the other people on the table from what's happening in their vicinity

if his j&b on the rocks isn't hitting the spot or the cigars his colleagues are smoking feel heavy in his lungs, he'll drag you into the men's room - assuming there's no one in the other stalls, of course. his fly is halfway undone by the time your knees and expensive slacks hit the tiles, his hands mussing your slicked back hair. you'd better take his cock down your throat to the best of your abilities - you don't want an audience to witness you choking and spluttering on bateman's length, do you? of course not, they'll ostracize you in a heartbeat (or so patrick says), so you had better not complain or splutter when he pinches your nose shut and shoots hot ropes down your throat

whenever patrick fucks your ass, he ensures that his mark is left on your supple skin for days later - whether it be a handprint-shaped bruise, crescent nail marks or scratches along your thighs, he needs to have you remembering how well he fucks you. as you sit down, adjust your pants or even just accidentally back into something, patrick is suddenly at the forefront of your mind

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patrick buys you the finest jewelry and nicest accessories that money can buy - the deal is that you give him handjobs with the sparkling rings on and kisses with the expensive lipstick, luxurious material framing your figure like a dream. he is especially a fan of you wearing jewels that match your eye colour or makeup - when he lifts your hand to press a polite kiss on your fingers, the glittering in your eyes matching his gifts makes his heart skip a beat

when you cockwarm him, his length is so hefty and makes you feel so stretched - the weight grounds you as you struggle to gain friction against your poor neglected clit. you always feel so full when you're perched on his lap, the girth enough to turn off your brain and make you drool. sometimes when patrick is feeling bold, he prepares your outfit for the day and ensures that you're wearing a cute little skirt for easy access :( he can be selfish sometimes, on the occasion that he solely thinks with his dick

patrick loves pushing your knees up to your chest as he fucks you deeply in missionary - the feeling of your swollen pussy lips brushing against his veiny base and your clit grinding against his pubic bone gets him more worked up than he'll ever admit

it's fairly normal to have patrick's hand drift towards your chest in the back of a taxi, his face buried in the crook of your neck. keep your noises quiet or the driver might be curious about what's happening in the backseat. his cold fingers harshly pinching and tugging at your nipples make you abruptly moan into the brisk air in the back of the car, patrick subtly palming himself to the tortured whines leaving your lips. if you make eye contact with the driver, mouth that you're sorry for patrick's behaviour and try to save your dignity by biting your lip to avoid any loud noises. if they make direct eye contact with patrick first, however, expect him to pull a smug grin and flash your breasts to the angled rear-view mirror. he might even hike up your skirts to show off your soaked, borderline see-through panties. sneak the poor driver a tip on your way out because he nearly caused an accident, losing all brain function as his blood immediately drained from his head and rushed to his cock :<

patrick buys you two little platinum charms with a necklace chain, his initials engraved on the back of the heart shaped pendant. the other little shape is an axe, the edge of the blade set with tiny red garnets!! he is main motivation for having you wear it constantly is the fact that it makes a small clinking noise as you bounce on his cock, breasts swaying and your glimmering skin making the necklace a truly beautiful sight to patrick

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patrick will pay for any surgery you could every want - with the small caveat that he must be the first person to see and touch you once you're all healed. his lightly concealed wonder at your altered appearance and his admiring hums as he carefully traces the remaining swelling definitely help with your mood, breathlessly marveling at the miracle of modern medicine. he's praying you're happy with the outcome, it really was the best money could buy :(

if you're only just getting into wearing masculine clothing, you bet your ass that patrick is guiding you through the more expensive stores. no awkward phase, just the nicest clothing and most put together outfits to go out on the town!! as much as he understands how tough your body image issues can be, he's not having you look sloppy out in public - you're his man and you'll always be looking like you belong by his side

you're lucky his designer boxers are easy to clean! every time he catches sight of your muscles tensing, he's undoubtedly leaking into the material. when you're stretching and your shirt rides up, when you grab something from the top shelf or even when you crouch to tie your shoelace - his cock doesn't discriminate so you'd better expect a small, darkening patch. the musk at the end of the day has such a heady rush when you kneel in front of him, his sweaty underwear mere inches from your lips. patrick swears you give his dick a heartbeat whenever you make out with his bulge and especially when you sloppily give him head :3

bateman is a huge fan of quickies with you before meetings with your mutual colleagues - he's booked for lunch after, there's no other time in his schedule to empty his heavy, full balls into you :( his favourite way to spend those precious moments is with you bent over his polished desk, expensive pants crumpled at your ankles and your precum dripping onto the carpet. he is a massive fan of teasing you by pushing his cockhead into your slick boycunt and stroking his cock, edging his length until you're whimpering from the need to be filled. he mocks you for being needy and massages his balls when he finally fills your warm hole with thick, potent ropes of cum. he leaves you unsatisfied and leaking his load for the whole meeting :( splash your face with water and try not to squirm too much in your seat - patrick's classic shit-eating grin might give away the events that transpire mere moments before you both walked into the boardroom

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patrick will pay for any surgery you could every want - with the small caveat that he must be the first person to see and touch you once you're all healed. his lightly concealed wonder at your altered appearance and his hums as he carefully traces the remaining swelling definitely help with your mood, breathlessly marveling at the miracle of modern medicine. he's praying you're happy with the outcome, it really was the best money could buy :(

patrick keeps himself well put together and likes to treat you to manicures on shared days out. he'll ask his friend's girls for the best nail salon in the area and insists taking you. after he comes along to pick you up and pay after the set is finished, sometimes he'll immediately take your hands and hum his approval at the colour or design. other times, he'll give you his overcoat and hide your nails until you get in a private area, bathroom or the back of a car - the reveal of your new nails when you slowly stroke his cock, spit slicked hand glistening, makes his eyes roll back in pleasure. your heated gaze and slightly flushed face makes him grin, happy that you're willing to drool on his cock and flaunt his money proudly. the perfect girl, in his opinion :>

if you're only just getting into wearing feminine clothing, you bet your ass that patrick is guiding you through the more expensive stores. no awkward phase, just the nicest clothing and most put together outfits to go out on the town!! as much as he understands how tough your body image issues can be, he's not having you look sloppy out in public - you're his girl and you'll always be looking like you belong by his side

patrick's favourite evening activity is fucking you in a mating press - his cock filling you and hitting that deep spot inside you, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. he loves the sight of your girldick bouncing on your tummy and the shine of your dribbling arousal smearing on your skin. nothing beats a relaxed evening with your tight hole warming his throbbing length

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thanks for reading. lmk if you liked it. if i got anything wrong, don't hesitate to tell me.

stay safe.

[prettyassbitches]

Who wants to join me in my bed 😋🤤🍑

[queenie-the-court-jester]

oc kink list 2

Mdni🌺 enjoy (this is highly nsfw)

dog hybrids;

Brutus: knotting, breeding, impact play, scenting and marking

dolly: risky play, femdom, light bondage, dirty talk, praise

Bladviba: vanilla mf. BORINGG. atleast his aftercare is amazing

molly is technically a minor, so skipping

Sweet pea too

bubba: choking, knotting, dirty talk, degradation

Cat hybrids;

Princess: pillow princess all the way. Lactation kink, bratty sub, bondage, spanking,

Prince: breeding kink, scenting, marking, a little bit of an exhibitionist, mild humiliation

King: sadistic, heavy bondage, sensory deprivation, non-con roleplay, impact play, daddy kink, spanking, loves making his s/o cry, humiliation, jealousy sex. He likes doing all these things to his darling, but doesn't like it when his darling asks to return the favor

cow & bull hybrids;

big daddy: dilf. daddy kink, soft dom, breeding, tummy cock bulge, overstimulation

Mrs.bené: milf. Mommy kink, soft dom, lactation kink, threesome, edging

ms.blackberry: spanking, degrading/praising, light bondage, lactation kink, roleplay

Ms.polly: hunter/prey dynamic, blood kink, knife play, marking, body writing, high libido

ms.frufru: food play, squirting, teasing, edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation

Ms.vivian: soft dom, praising, very vanilla

Johnny: cock warming, overstimulation, breeding, lactation kink, impact play

Centaurs;

jacqueline: service top, soft dom, cunnilingus, overstimulation

timothy: brat taming, power bottom, tummy cock bulge, cum inflation, brutal sex, marking, slapping, degrading

maya is a Minor

casper: praising, doesn't say much during sex, pining, overstimulation, spit swapping

miguel: let him tap it he'll cum immediately. Dirty talk, whiny switch, screams too much, very sensitive, leaks so much precum, foreplay, cum smearing

harmony: this motherfucker has so many kinks. Roleplay, impact play, cunnilingus, face sitting, edging, orgasm denial, cock slapping, breeding, cum inflation, tummy cock bulge, power top, overstimulation, marking, brutal sex

Harpies;

Sydney: ver sensitive. Cums easily. Whiny bottom brat. Very vocal In bed

Evangeline: vanilla #3. Breeding

gabriel: bratty top, degrading, impact play, jealous sex, overstimulation, dumbification, breeding

fajarah: aroace #2!!

foolish: cunnilingus, whiny bottom, cock rings, overstimulation, orgasm denial

simon: gentle dom, slow sensual sex, praising, teasing, long foreplay, overstimulation, scenting, breeding

merfolk;

Koi quintuplets: they all like taking special roles in pleasuring you. Tancho and korom take turns bullying your poor hole. Kiko and Hime take turns riding your face or fingers, tsu sucks your nipples and fucks your throat

Mason: slow sensual sex, very quiet, overstimulation, breeding

goats;

sally: vanilla #4

Opal: pillow princess, needy bottom, lactation kink, roleplay

Sasha: exhibition, praising, dommy mommy

Kim: switch, soft dom, gentle sensual sex, very vocal

Sheep;

poka and juniper: threesome, breeding, cunnilingus, scissoring, overstimulation, dirty talk, needy switches, light bondage

violet: gentle dom, praising, slow sensual sex, scissoring, face sitting

Azucar is a minor

wehrner: vanilla #5

Wolf pack;

roxy: soft dom, rough sex, knotting, breeding, cum inflation, breeding, overstimulation

Milo: soft dom, lactation kink, knotting, breeding, dry humping, cunnilingus

silas: daddy kink, spanking, praising, knotting, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial

kiki: knotting, brutal sex, humping, impact play, knotting, marking

Extras;

Coachella: breeding, Marathon sex, oviposition, degradation, teasing, edging

Cotton: Marathon sex, intense breeding kink, mommy kink, impact play, degradation/praising, cunnilingus, edging, whiny switch