#ftm ace x ftm reader

[hurlingdown]

ur zoro fic was so good omfg ftm bratty ace x ftm dom reader?? I need him So bad

MAKE ME FEEL GOOD — TOP! FTM! READER x ACE

synopsis. ace thinks that it doesn't feel good for you when the two of you have sex. you prove him wrong. the sex is fucking brilliant, actually. wc 2.1k

tags: reader turns ftm! bratty! ace into a pillow princess, breeding kink, wet & messy, riding, double ended strap-on, it vibrates goddammit, strap referred to as cock sometimes, bit of hurt/comfort, imaginary creampie, holy shit they're fr about making babies, this is filthy and i love it

Ace squirmed on your thick dildo, soaked cunt pulsing around it as he struggled to balance on your lap. At the additional weight, the protruding toy on the other end of the strap-on slipped deeper past your folds, making you shiver. 

“Y-you said you’d finally let me top, you fucker!” he gasped, eyes teary with contempt. “For once!” 

“To be fair, you are on top,” you muttered absent-mindedly, distracted by the way his slick dripped down the remaining inches of your cock that he couldn’t take in one go. His nails dug into your shoulders as he let out a loud whine, demanding your attention. 

“Not like this!” Ace moaned, and despite his protests, his hips had started to roll against the toy, trying to take more of it inside him. “Want to—make you feel good too, it’s not always about me—” 

“I feel good too. And seeing you feel good makes me feel good,” you told him truthfully, planting your hands on his waist as you guided him down your cock, thumbs pressing gentle circles into his skin to soothe him. “Besides, I wanted to try using this. The vendor said it vibrated.” 

His eyes widened with a mixture of excitement and something more. “This thing vibrates?” 

“Yeah—there’s the remote. Hngh, fuck, don’t move so suddenly.” Ace jerked in your lap to grab the remote in your hands, making the small toy inside you shift. Feeling emboldened by your reaction, he harshly rocked his hips downwards with a keen, fully seated on your lap now. 

He squeezed his eyes shut, trembling. 

You frowned. “Shit, do you need more lube? Did I stretch you out enough? Does it hurt?” you asked worriedly as he shook his head, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation of a fat cock pushing past his entrance and rearranging his insides.  

“No. No, just start moving.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes! I’m getting bored, so move!” 

You held in a scoff at his poor attempt to rile you up. How typical of him. 

“You’re sitting on top of me, firecracker. How d’you want me to move?” 

Ace opened his mouth to argue, but then promptly froze, flushing as he realised his position. He was still unused to the one being on top—usually it was him with his face pressed down into the sheets and ass up to the heavens, you pounding so sweetly into his pussy from behind as he cried out your name. 

Tiny crimson flames erupted from his skin and he scowled, embarrassed. “I knew that.” 

“Yeah. Of course.” You looked at him, his thighs trembling as his cunt clenched around the dildo, sitting there like a whiny brat that just got told off. “Darling,” you murmured, taking his hands into your own, to which he swatted away. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” 

“I want to!” 

Ace scowled, raising his head to look at you, and you saw the tremble of the wet sheen in his dark eyes. 

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said, confidently, and you stifled a smile. 

“Sure.” If you can. 

You gave his hips an encouraging squeeze as he began to lift himself. His thighs were already spasming with the effort, and he let out a soft gasp, head falling forward to knock against your shoulder—unintentionally giving himself the best angle possible. 

He held in his breath as more and more of the toy was exposed, and he clenched around it experimentally, watching as globs of lube mixed with his slick were pushed out with a squelch. He was stretched so, so impossibly wide around you, and it was obscene. 

“Ace. Relax. Just a little more.” 

“I—fucking know, hah, dammit! You’re not the one—taking this fat cock,” he whimpered, shivering and gasping softly as the entire length of the dildo was revealed, the plump tip rubbing against his folds. “Gonna—gonna move now. So brace yourself.” 

Without waiting for your response, he suddenly relaxed his taut thighs, letting gravity drop him on your cock, slamming himself down all the way in one go—and he threw his head back, letting out a garbled moan as his eyes crossed. It was so fucking deep inside him, even deeper than before, and you bit your lip to stop yourself from making any noise, blessed by the erotic sight on your lap and the fact that the toy inside you was pressing at a new angle that had you clenching around it. 

“So good, babe,” you mumbled. “You’re doing so great.” 

Ace didn’t respond, and your eyes trained onto his exposed Adam's apple as it bobbed. 

“Ace?” 

The fingers gripping your shoulders trembled with effort to hold himself still as Ace took in a shaky breath through his teeth. As you saw the glistening of tears down the side of his cheeks, you knew something was wrong. 

“Shit, you okay?” 

“Y-yeah,” he managed weakly. 

“You sure you’re alright? We can stop if you want—” 

“I’m—fine. Stop asking to stop—f-fuck, do you not want me anymore?” he whimpered, wet eyes finally gazing at you with hurt and scorn as tears started to roll down his face. “Is that it? Did you get tired of me ‘cause you don’t feel good when we fuck?” 

So that was why he was so insistent on topping you. 

“No,” you sighed, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “It’s nothing like that, love. I was just worried about hurting you.” 

“Oh.” He visibly flushed from the kiss, trying to bite down a smile at the relief that flooded him. 

“And again. Your ‘good’ is my good. So stop worrying and feel good for me.” 

“But you won’t feel as good as I—” 

You kissed him, muffling any other protests. “I swear on my life, I do.” 

“Fine,” Ace huffed. “But you could never hurt me—it’d be my choice if that ever happened.” He turned his head to the side with a blush, averting your heated gaze. You were smirking, ideas rushing through your mind that you would indulge in the next time the two of you had sex: spanking, overstimulation, edging, bondage— “You’re an infuriating sap and I absolutely despise you.” 

“Yeah? You seem to love my cock, though.” 

Hot flames flickered up over his skin as his eyes snapped back to you in surprise. They hesitantly travelled down, and further down—to his drenched pussy impaled on the huge dildo, his stomach paunchy with the sheer size of it taking up all the space. He let out a breathy whine, as though just realising that your dick was still shoved deep inside him. 

He had sworn he could do it, but the truth is—he couldn’t. Not now—not like this. 

“Want me to take control?” 

“Fuck, yes, please,” Ace whispered, words burning with need. 

Satisfied by the enthusiastic consent, you slowly lowered him onto the mattress, whispering encouragement and sweet nothings to get him to relax. He rubbed at his eyes, trying his best to wipe away his tears. 

You picked up the vibrator remote that he had dropped somewhere, feeling his eager eyes dig into you. Meeting his gaze with a heated one of your own, you set it to a low level, shakily inhaling. As you began to grind your hips against him, he whimpered at the sensation, slick gushing out with each thrust of the dildo, wetting the bed. 

And it was so good for you, too, the toy rubbing and vibrating intensely inside your hole, sending the most delicious quivers down the back of your spine. This was heaven—you couldn’t even fathom why he would think otherwise. 

“More,” he demanded with a whiny tone. 

“How much more?” 

“Go a level higher—I can take it.” 

You decided to take pity on him, as he had got so overwhelmed and cried earlier. Ace never cried. Not in a scenario like this, with bad thoughts crowding his brain instead of how good you were making him feel, thinking of something so absurd—that you didn’t want him anymore. 

Adjusting the level of the vibration to his wishes, you groaned as pleasure surged through your abdomen. You took a moment to dwell in it, imagining the dildo was your own cock, and his pussy was milking you with every rut into tight heat, making him feel so good he’d grip you with his cunt—refusing to let you leave until you bred him full of your seed. 

You almost came from that thought alone. What a sight it would be, seeing him round with your children, the product of your love and sin. 

“What—what are you thinkin’ about?” Ace slurred, drunk on pleasure as he let out breathy moans and whines. “Focus on—me!” 

“My bad,” you chuckled, leaning down to kiss him as an apology, while your hips sped up to fuck him harder and faster. “You f-feel so good, baby.” 

His cheeks went pink, almost shy, a godsent complement to the brown stars that scattered across his attractive face. He dug his face into the sheets to hide his expression from you, panting heavily as he’s bodily dragged onto your cock, only to have it plunge out and ram into him again. “I, ha—AH!” he wailed at a particularly hard thrust, “I do?” 

“Yeah—you’re so fucking tight, I wanna come inside you real bad.” 

“Oh shit,” Ace breathed, eyes growing wide and almost feral. Dirty talk was common between the two of you during sex, but this was new territory. “Fuck, yeah, do it, please—” he begged, eyes tearing up again and shuddering at the prospect of you impregnating him, “I wanna—wanna have your, hnngh, babies!” 

“How—how many?” 

“We’ll think about that, ah, later—” 

“Daughter or son?” 

“Not now! Wait, a son would be nice, he’d be handsome like you—”

“I want a daughter, though.” 

“Then I’ll give you both!” he swore loudly, pussy tightening around your dildo, a sign that he was close. “Babe, fuck, I think I’m gonna—gonna come—!” 

“Yeah? Come for me. You’re so—good, so fucking good.” You turned the remote to the maximum level, feeling the vigorous vibrations bleed into the tender parts of your cunt and moaning shamelessly, though not allowing the pleasure to stop you from picking up pace, hitting a certain spot within Ace that made his toes curl, making sure that he felt as good as you did. 

You needn't have worried, though—Ace was shaking, crying, and the mess between his legs was filthy and mouth-watering, milk-white slick leaking out of his pussy in copious amounts, showing just how damn good you made him feel. 

“Fuck your—kids into me, please—” he begged, spreading his legs wider to accommodate your messy thrusts. “Want them so bad—!” 

You could feel yourself tethering on the verge of wanting to come so badly you would die and edging yourself, eyes rolling back as you thrusted blindly into his sopping hole, one thumb pressed onto his clit to rub, hard—and Ace came all over your cock with a throaty scream of your name, clenching so tightly around your dildo that you could almost feel it—making the toy inside you gouge into that same fucking spot, and you cry out, orgasming. 

“F-fuuuck,” you panted, pulling out and collapsing on top of Ace, the action making ungodly amounts of slick and come leak out from his cunt, completely drenching his thighs. 

He was still coming down from the life-shattering climax he just experienced, body trembling as his leg muscles spasmed and jumped involuntarily. A hand slowly carded through your hair, pressing your cheek against his muscular chest, letting you feel his heart run a marathon for you. 

You laid there for several minutes, basking in the afterglow, before he finally spoke up, breaking the silence. “About… the children,” Ace muttered, frowning. He had paused, as though he wanted to say our children and not the children. “It isn’t biologically possible, you dolt. Both of us—aren’t. That.” 

“We could find a donor.” 

“Don’t want it if it’s not yours. And—I want them to look like you, too.” 

You stomped down the blush that crept onto your cheeks, smiling like a fool. “Then we’ll just have to find a devil fruit that can help us.” 

“Oh.” He smiled back, finally, before puckering up his lips to ask for a kiss, to which you happily obliged. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you pressed your pounding heart to his own, letting him know exactly how good he had been making you feel, all along.  masterlist!

[anystalker707]

Admiring your top surgery scars

Pairings: Vinsmoke Sanji x [ftm] Reader Roronoa Zoro x [ftm] Reader Portgas D. Ace x [ftm] Reader Summary: Headcanons about them admiring your top surgery scars Tags: All of them are very loving and sweet about it / Sanji is all careful and delicate / Poor Zoro someone give him a hug / Ace is totally boyfriend material

Inspired on this post by @gumgumslip

MASTERLIST

Vinsmoke Sanji

• The first time Sanji saw those, he was intrigued. Not intrigued as in confused, no—he knew what the scars that laced your chest and traced along the underside of your pecs meant. He was intrigued, as in… fascinated, his thoughts incited about it and trying to understand more about you through a single detail

• You probably didn’t even know he noticed. You were just being cared for by Chopper, sitting shirtless on the ground while being bandaged to cover the wounds from the last fight. You were unaware of your surroundings while listening to Chopper’s recommendations or maybe just talking with him about something else, really. Sanji didn’t know because his mind was somewhere else

• That just became something in the back of Sanji’s mind, a mere detail he wouldn’t give much thought to—at least until he was alone with you

• The rest of the crew was away on an island. You sat on Sanji’s lap while making out with him, lips moving slowly against each other in a loving motion while you enjoyed your time together in the room of that random inn. Your fingers held onto the back of his neck, another hand on his shoulder for support as he had his arm around you for support and a hand on your thigh

• It was out of instinct, really. Sanji hadn’t given it too much thought when he slipped his fingers under your shirt, grazing your hip in a silent request, but the way you tensed up made him remember it all. Hell.

• You pulled away, observing Sanji for a moment. He knew you were pondering something because of the look in your eyes, so he said nothing, only giving you the time you needed. His hands didn’t move, frozen on your hip

• Eventually, you shifted and tugged on the bottom of your shirt to pull it over your head—Sanji hesitated, wanting to stop you or just say something, but he really couldn’t. Maybe you didn’t know he knew, and he wouldn’t screw things up

• It was silent, only the sound of your shirt hitting the ground cut through the thick silence of the room, and your gazes were still locked together as you waited for Sanji. You waited for his reaction without saying anything, not demonstrating anything through your expression, only looking back at Sanji

• It felt so wrong for Sanji to have known it all this time, but he just couldn’t ignore it now because he knew it was important to you and the scars weren’t just a detail. He wouldn’t dismiss the sign of such an indispensable point in your life as if it were nothing, no. He would cherish it and give you the love you deserved

• His lips were inches below your collarbones, grazing over the skin and feeling every detail of it, every dent and battle scar, the little bumps that showed up because of how gentle his touches were

• Soon enough, Sanji was kissing the scars, giving every inch of scarred skin the love it deserved

• His hands were warm and firm on your waist to hold you in place while he kissed the scars. His mustache and goatee scratched your skin, tickling it in a way that made you sometimes squirm, your hands tight around his shoulders. Your hands ended up tangled in the bedsheets, though, as Sanji shifted and let you carefully fall back to the bed as he got on top of you

• Sanji didn’t remember ever addressing the scars so directly or bluntly, no—he never really felt the need to. He commented about it just as often as he commented about your other scars, occasionally applying cream to them during self-care nights or reminding you to use sunscreen because dry skin worsens the scars

• Still, Sanji would often find himself tracing your scars absentmindedly when he lay with you in bed, head resting on your shoulder while his fingers ran along the uneven and off-colored lines that traced your chest

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

Roronoa Zoro

• To be honest, Zoro didn’t know what those scars meant, at first. He wasn’t very aware of those matters—gender and sexuality weren’t ever things he put too much thought into because, in his opinion, people were the way they were, and he didn’t have a say in that

• But then he saw you, his partner, shirtless for the first time

• He had to ask Sanji or Nami—maybe even Robin—about it to get a proper grasp of the situation. Nami and Sanji might even curse at Zoro for being so clueless sometimes, but everyone will gladly help him

• “Zoro,” you called him one day when you were at the beach, “can you put sunscreen on my back?” And those were enough to make Zoro nervous because he was never confident or at least okay about facing situations that didn’t require strength or swords, even knowing it was you, and you were always gentle with him

• You sat in front of Zoro on the main deck, and Zoro put sunscreen on your back, carefully and gently, but in an unusual silence that bothered you. Once he was finished, you had that worried look on his face that immediately sent his thoughts running, and fuck, Zoro didn’t know how to be discreet, so his eyes couldn’t stop running over your chest no matter how much he tried

• There was some panic on your face as you observed Zoro, lips pressed together in a thin line and hands clenched into fists while you held your breath. Zoro’s heart stopped in his chest for a moment, afraid you’d get the wrong idea and never want to talk with him again

• Calm down, he reminded himself and repeated in his mind the talk he had with his crewmates. It took Zoro a few moments, but he eventually made a sound, trying his best to voice his thoughts in the best way possible. He didn’t know exactly what to say, but he did his best. He would get the message through, even if it required more than words

• “It’s okay,” Zoro finally breathed, ignoring your uncertainty and pulling you to his lap. He wrapped his arms around his waist, pressing his face to your neck and slowly constructing the comfort both of you needed so much

• You slowly relaxed in his arms, hugging him in return and sighing

• Something about the scars fascinated Zoro so much. He loved them. He would observe and trace them at every opportunity, not caring about how it could make you flustered. Damn, he would kiss them if he wanted to.

• It was almost automatic, the way his hands would fly to your chest when you sat on his lap with your back to him

• The scars were definitely top on the list of things he loved about you

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

Portgas D. Ace

• Ace knew about it before he even started dating you, so you knew he was okay with it from the start

• He was always so touchy, so it didn’t change when it came to the scars. He wouldn’t trace them whenever he could, but rather in moments where he could appreciate your body properly and give it the attention it needed. He worships every single thing about you, every inch of your body

• Ace commented about it just like he commented about the rest of your body, bringing out every single detail that made you even more perfect, in his opinion

• Certainly the type of guy to stare at you and doze out while thinking, and when you’re shirtless, he’s certainly staring at your chest while diving into daydreams

• “Look,” Ace talked to you while you were changing, “I’m not saying you should go on a date with me on the next island, but you sh—” “Ace, stop touching my chest.” “Don’t cut me off, (y/n), this is important.”

• You rolled your eyes, stopping changing and letting Ace continue touching the scars while talking to you

• Also, if you were feeling down, Ace probably would have you on his lap, chest pressed to your back as both of you faced a mirror, and he listed everything he liked about you, worshiping every detail. It included the scars

• Something about his sweet voice in your ear, while his hands ran up and down your torso, was just enough to have you melting into his touch

• Then his fingers traced your scars, and you were just so in love with him, blushing and groaning softly at the sweet nothings he whispered into your ear

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[henrioo]

°•*⁀➷ TWO AGAINST ONE: PORTGAS D. ACE

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "Ace makes the mistake of eating one of your pregnant husband's sweets, you, now he needs to somehow earn her forgiveness. However, it seems that in this dispute, your son has already chosen who his favorite father will be."

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : TRANS MALE READER, FTM READER, TRANS MASC READER, PREGNANT MALE READER, MEN PREGNANT, BIOLOGICAL PREGNANCY, GAY RELATIONSHIP, Reader is a little dramatic, pregnancy dramas, unnamed baby but is a boy, Ace and you are married, Ace is a golden retriever and you're mean to him (just a little), Ace is a perfect dad and husband

꒰ WC ꒱ : 917

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : Wow, more babies! Hahah who would have thought... Okay I wanted to say that it's the last baby story but it's not, At least next time I'll try to post another topic or you'd start to think I'm weird. The post was supposed to be yesterday and it was also supposed to be a late ask, but the ask is 7k words long and I'm having a serious problem translating it, so I'm going to post this other story today so I can have more time, enjoy!

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"Love, honey, my husband, my man, my sweet, forgive me." Your husband, Ace, whimpered beside you as you lay on the reclining sofa, covered in pillows and with a soft blanket over your huge belly. You had an irritated expression and crossed arms, purposely ignoring him and pretending to pay attention to the television.

"I'm not talking to you," you snorted irritably, and if your feet weren't swollen and your legs weren't aching, you would have kicked his ass out of the house.

"I swear, I didn't know it was your chocolate! I thought it was mine... I'm sorry, my love," he was kneeling on the sofa next to you, his hands clasped together begging for forgiveness, and his puppy eyes were so sad that anyone would have accepted his apologies.

Anyone, except you. No, no, you were a pregnant man dealing with a very active baby and hormones so out of whack that you seemed like a ticking time bomb. You definitely wouldn't forgive your husband for eating the last of your chocolate stash. Especially because it was Sunday! The store that sold your favorite, expensive, artisanal chocolate only opened on Tuesdays. You would have to go two days without your chocolate because of your husband's stupidity in not checking who the chocolate belonged to before swallowing it!

Okay, you weren't exactly craving chocolate in the past few days, and that one had been stored for a long time... But that doesn't change the fact that he shouldn't have eaten it!

"I swear I'll buy the whole store for you to forgive me! Please, don't pout at me like that," he whined again as he lovingly rubbed your arm. Ace hated hurting you, no matter how small the reason. Now that you were pregnant, he tried his best to make you live in paradise, as he was extremely worried when he found out that stress could cause serious complications in pregnancy. Although Marco and Law tried to explain that it had to be an absurd amount of stress, he practically didn't listen and accepted as an absolute truth that even the smallest amount of stress was a deadly risk for you and the baby!

"I hate you," you murmured irritably, and your frustrated pout grew. You didn't like arguing with Ace and usually didn't care so much about something like this, but those damn hormones made you go crazy. One moment you were crying, and the next you were trying to set the house on fire with Ace inside. Then, you would go back to normal as if everything were fine. You could only think that this was Ace's punishment for taking so long to propose to you.

"What can I do to make you forgive me, my king?" he sighed and sat closer to you, kissing your arm and then trying to kiss your cheek, which resulted in you moving away. "You're breaking your poor husband's heart."

"I'll ask for a divorce if you keep annoying me," you said, trying to stay strong, although you were almost giving up on arguing and just getting lost in Ace's warm embrace.

"Ouch... So cruel," he whimpered and carefully laid on your belly, then gently stroked it, giving kisses on the shirt you were wearing. "Come on, little guy, help your old man make peace with your daddy. He'll put me to sleep on the couch if he stays like this," he whimpered, trying to get help from his unborn child.

Before you could reprimand Ace again, a kick was felt by both of you... Your baby had just kicked exactly where Ace's head was, making him startle and jump from the slight blow he received, causing both of you to widen your eyes in shock.

"Our son just kicked me?" he asked, confused and incredulous about the situation.

"Humph, looks like it's two against one now," you smiled triumphantly as you caressed your belly. "Our son is smart, he knows that this daddy here is the only one whose right," you continued teasing Ace, already feeling your mood improve and the anger dissipating.

"This is unfair! The two men in my life are ganging up against me!" he crossed his arms with a pouting expression.

"Think twice before eating my sweets next time," you shrugged. "You heard the baby, today Daddy Ace sleeps on the couch," you laughed, feeling some gentle kicks from your baby, as if he really agreed with you.

"This little rascal will have to deal with me when he's born... Stealing my husband, I was here before you," he muttered childishly as he glared at your belly. "And you, mister grumpy husband, I'm going to squeeze and kiss you until you're forced to forgive me! And if you try to kick me out of our room, I'll cry at the door like a stray dog," Ace made his threat, and before you could disagree, he threw himself on top of you, covering your face with kisses as he hugged you tightly. All you could do was laugh, feeling ticklish from his kisses. You didn't usually get mad at your husband so often, but if it meant having him as a repentant little puppy trying to win your forgiveness through affection and love... Maybe you would start getting mad more often, especially if your son would help you.

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[thepepsislvt]

Masterlist!

here i will have the links to everything!! yippe!!

Fluff 💜

Angst 💔

NSFW ❤️

Ask 🤍

Oneshot ✨

Headcannon ‼️

Song inspired 🎵

Drabble 🌈

Samuel Ask 🏳️‍⚧️ (sam is my best friend)

Tulip my beloved 🌷

Trafalgar D. Water Law

Law x Gender Neutral Reader (Mutual Pinning) (Samuel ask) 💜🤍✨🏳️‍⚧️

Law Relationship head cannons (Samuel ask) 💜🤍‼️🏳️‍⚧️

Donquixote ‘Corazon’ Rosinante

Corazon x Ftm Reader (Comfort with transphobia) 💔💜✨

Corazon Pros and Cons 💜‼️🌈

Portgas D. Ace

Punk!Ace x Male Reader (Birthday gone wrong)💜✨🎵

Ace Pros and Cons 💜‼️🌈

Bartolomeo the Cannibal

Bartolomeo x Gender neutral reader (Relationship headcannons) 💜❤️‼️

Bartolomeo x Gender neutral reader (Cute things he does) 💜🤍‼️🌷

Bartolomeo x Winged! Gender neutral Reader 💜🤍‼️🌈🌷

Bartolomeo Pros and Cons 💜‼️🌈

Did you enjoy the show? (Bartolomeo x Short chubby Gn Reader) Part 1 Part 2💜🤍✨

Bartolomeo Biting Drabble ❤️🤍🌈🌷

Punk Modern Au Bartolomeo 💜🤍‼️🌷

Nsfw Piercing headcannon ❤️🤍‼️🌷

Pepsi goes insane and got barto headcannons ❤️‼️

Yandere!Bartolomeo x GN Reader💔✨🎵

Nsfw Bartolomeo x Virgin Reader ❤️🤍🌷✨

Black Leg Sanji

Sanji Pros and Cons 💜‼️🌈

Izou

Izou Pros and Cons 💜‼️🌈

Nsfw Alphabet ❤️‼️

Monkey D. Luffy

Luffy x Ftm Reader: Periods 💜🤍✨(the headcanons)

Eustass ‘Captain’ Kid

Dating Kid and Killer 💜🤍‼️🌷

Relationship headcannons ft kid n killer❤️🤍‼️

Cowboy!Kid “Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy” ❤️🤍‼️🌷

Kid n Killer with a Popstar/Rockstar S/O

Killer

Dating Kid and Killer 💜🤍‼️🌷

Relationship headcannons ft kid n killer♥️🤍‼️

Cowboy!Killer “Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy” ❤️🤍‼️🌷

Kid n Killer with an Popstar/Rockstar S/O💜✨‼️

Don’t see your baby girl? please ask i’m begging 🥺 requests are open

i strictly do Gender neutral/Trans Masc/Male reader bc there’s not enough out there :(

[meatchamber]

Thinking of writing x reader fics but specifically for male readers or FTM readers because it is hard to find and its pride month.

Mind I am willing to do non-JJK/OP ones but I know these two the best (also absolutely drop female characters too if you’d like)

[thinyvic]

Welcome to my blog

GENERAL INFO, WHAT I CAN WRITE

Request as much as you want, any character you want! (I can decline a reqiest if im not comfortable with it)

I will write headcannons, imagines, scenarios,oneshots ect

I will only write male or gender neutral reader and characters (including ftm)

I will write poly relatinships (ex. character x reader x character)

I can write dark themes such as yandere or cnc

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE

any drasctic kinks (ex. piss, feet, vore)

pedophilia, incest

nsfw of minors

OC's, but character traits are welcome short!reader, artist!reader

Female readers or characters as mentioned earlier

FANDOMS I WILL WRITE FOR

Danganronpa

Genshin Impact

Detroit Become Human

Game of Thrones

The Witcher

Ace Attorney

My Hero Academia

Jujutsu Kaisen

Resident Evil

Tokyo Revengers

Boyfriend to Death

The Price of Flesh

Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack

Five Nights at Freddy's

REQUEST ALL YOU WANT☆

[cringecopulation]

summer's in the air and baby heaven's in your eye (Portgas D. Ace)

for the @bastardblvd Wet Hot Slimeball Summer Collab :3 my prompt was "fireworks"

content warnings: 930 words, friends with benefits Ace, reader can be read as trans or cis, Ace can be read as trans or cis, reader's anatomy is referred to as cock, length, and tip, reader is called handsome as a pet name once, reader is hairy 🗣🗣🗣

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"Come by Monkey D's Fireworks after hours if you want to see sparks 😈"

You stared at the text that came with a picture of Ace holding his uniform shirt up to show off his muscles in a small bathroom mirror. You'd fucked around a few times before, but you pulled away when it started to get too serious. It had been a few weeks since you'd fucked him. It had been a few weeks since you'd fucked anyone.

One more time couldn't hurt, right?

The bell on the door chimed as you opened it, and almost immediately, you heard a familiar voice from another corner of the store.

"We close in five minutes!"

"I know!" You called back. You could hear excited footsteps coming towards you until Ace appeared at the end of an aisle.

"Hey!" Ace smiled, as big and bright as his personality, as he wrapped you in a tight hug. He was sweaty from stocking all day, but he smelled oddly good.

"Hey, how have you been?" You asked, trying to ignore the familiar heat rising between your legs. You forgot how good he looked up close.

"Good! Been busy today. What about you?" He pulled back and looked you up and down, his big hands remaining on you. His gaze was unabashedly lustful. Like he was already imagining you naked.

"Good. Could be better though…"

You couldn't meet his eyes, but you could feel the smugness radiating off of him. Did he choose a tighter uniform shirt just to fuck with you?

"Yeah? You here to take me up on my offer?"

You remained silent, trying to get him to take a hint. But, as always, he liked teasing you.

"Yes or no, handsome, it's your choice."

"Yes," you said, barely audible.

"What was that?" Ace asked, turning his head and leaning down towards you as if he didn't hear you.

"Yes," you said, louder this time. That stupid smile crossed his face again.

"Follow me."

Ace locked the door and turned off the "Open" sign before leading you into the backroom. With the key on his lanyard, he unlocked the employee bathroom. The second the door closed, he was on you. He kissed you like he wanted to devour you, his excitement more than clear. He quickly graduated to kissing down the side of your neck, trying not to leave visible bruises. He was never careful enough, though.

"Ace," you tugged on his hair. You were trying to get his attention, but it only made him moan.

"Ace!" That got his attention. He pulled back and looked down at you with confusion.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just… Are you sure this is the best place we could be doing this?"

A blush crossed his face.

"I cleaned it earlier in case you said yes," he admitted. You smiled and pulled him back down into another kiss.

His hands traveled down your waist to your hips and he undid the button and zipper of your pants. He pulled them down your thighs as ke knelt to the ground. Your face felt like it was on fire when you looked down at him. He could see just how aroused you were through your underwear. He gently kissed your cock through the thin fabric before pulling them down as well.

He took a moment to admire the thick hair trailing down your stomach. He smiled and ran his hands over the hair on your thighs before kissing the tip of your cock again. He always loved doing that. Your head fell back as he finally took you in his mouth. He sucked softly to start, his tongue dragging up the underside of your cock. You buried your hand in his hair again, just to ground yourself. He easily took your whole length into his mouth and he moaned at the taste of you.

He was a vision with his face buried in your bush, his cheeks flushed, and his big, brown eyes looking up at you with pure lust. He gripped your hips as he sucked your cock, occasionally pulling back to tease the tip by swirling his talented tongue around it. You were too lost in the sensation of his mouth in you to notice one of his hands going down his shorts.

"Ace, fuck," you moaned out. You were almost embarrassed at how quickly you were close to cumming, but his mouth just felt too good. He could feel you throb against his tongue, which only made him double his efforts. You gripped his hair and almost shoved his face against your hips as you came. You felt like your legs would collapse under you, but he pressed a strong, thick forearm against your stomach to pin you to the wall.

After you felt like you could stand again, you let go of his hair and looked down at his face. Spit and cum dripped down his chin.

"Do you want me to return the favor?" You asked, still trying to catch your breath.

"I, uh," Ace chuckled and you looked down from his face to see his hand, which was dripping with his own cum, "I'm good. Unless you want to come over to my place?" He smiled up at you. How could you ever say no?

[m45wood]

I could be dead by tomorrow

Ushijima Wakatoshi x FtM Reader

Summary: You, the schools stoner, find yourself having a crush on the ace of your schools volleyball team. WC: 3.6k

Warnings: Mentions of weed, Cussing, Reader is a self insert, Trans Reader, Neglectful Parents on Readers side, Smoking, Gay, Supportive Parents with Ushijima. A/N: Very based. My writing, as of now, has a pattern but trust i don’t write the same thing 20x🙏 Title based off of Sonder lyrics. [Too Fast] **NOT PROOFREAD**

—

To be honest it had been such a simple crush. I mean who wouldn’t find the ace of your own schools volleyball team a little attractive. All the games you saw of them and he was always there scoring points. Unstoppable. A powerful force that should be reckoned with. But let’s be honest, what hope did you have?

You brushed it off and went on with your day. Usual stuff school and home. School and then home. school and then home. The usual schedule. You weren’t a very skilled individual. You weren’t a bad student but you just flew right through everyone’s radar. You smoked here and then but you never got caught. It was more to just help ease off stress or stop insomnia. No club. You didn’t want to have to do anything extra if you didn’t have to and you really stuck by that. You just wanted to graduate high school and then you’ll figure out what you want to do. Now you just want to finish your calculus homework and smoke a little bit of weed.

—

The school day had just ended. [Y/N] is walking behind the school. He usually takes this path to his home because it’s quicker and leads straight to his bedroom window. There’s only one problem to the path. The back of the school is also where athletes do their practice at times so if he goes onto the path there is a small percentage of running into one of the athletes practice. [Y/N] took that chance. He always did. It was either that or sweating in his school uniform. And he was not about to start sweating in his school uniform. And just in his favor, not really, he was met face to face with one of their athletes.

“Face to face” wouldn’t be the term, rather ‘pec-to-face’. “I’m so sorry” [Y/N] starts profusely apologizing, bowing at an 45° angle. “It’s alright” the deep husky voice says. [Y/N] straightens his back out. He studies the males face. Brown hair, currently dripping in sweat. Lightly tinted skin, as of now covered in red with sweat. Almost as if he were a siren, [Y/N] is hypnotized by his features leaning towards him almost leaning in for a kiss. “Excuse me” the deep voice abruptly stops [Y/N] current actions. “I apologize once again” [Y/N] says bowing once again, this time out of embarrassment. He goes around the towering figure continuing on his path swiftly out of embarrassment. He finally gets to his bedroom window opens it and jumps in. “What the fuck” [Y/N] thinks to himself.

He had never ran so fast to his home. He was coughing so hard he almost regretted all the smoking he had done. “God damn” He leans against his dresser. His backpack was slammed against his door and he chucked his bag through the window. “Ma I’m home!” He yells from the ground.

“I heard you!” She says back. He chuckles to himself before throwing his shoes into his closet.

“What’s for dinner today?” He says walking towards the kitchenette.

“I’m not sure yet” His mom says cigarette in hand.

He stares at her figure. His mom had never been the best mom. She was here physically. Never emotionally or financially . She was sitting on the couch watching the television.

[Y/N] grabbed a cup of water and chugged it. “I’m going out” he grabs his jacket from his room before turning back around out of the house.

“Don’t forget to go stop by the convenience store” His mother yells at him before he slams the door shut.

Hood up on his jacket, [Y/N] walks with no destination in mind. He mostly just wanted to get out of the house for a smoke. Which he was doing. He had brought his slippers instead of shoes and he was regretting it because he usually dropped ash on his shoe, now it was hitting his bare foot. “Fuck,” He says as some of the ash he flicked off was still a bit lit hit his skin. “God damn it” He rubs off the ash with his sleeve dirtying it even more than it is now.

“You could just wash it off with water” A deep voice says catching [Y/N] off guard. It was the same athlete from earlier. It looked like he was just trying to buy a drink.

“Thanks” [Y/N] says eyeing the athlete. He was tall. 6’2. Brown hair. Brown-olive colored eyes. Muscular build. He definitely looked like an ace of a powerhouse school. “You won’t tell anyone, right?”

“Why would I?”

He had a point. I doubt he even knew who i was before i ran into him. I bet he wouldn’t even have thought twice about me if i hadn’t ran into him almost cinematically. He finally grabs his drink from the machine and sits down on one of the benches. Sweat still lightly trickled down his face and neck. His towel still soaked from rigorous exercise hung on his bag drying. He switched between sipping out of the bottle to resting the bottle on his forehead. [Y/N] realized his staring and looked over to the concrete wall to his other side. Not very interesting to say the least. He sighs and just leans his head against the wall behind him closing his eyes.

“Name?”

“[Y/N]. I know who you are.”

“Hmm…Age?”

“Same as you”

“Sorry”

“It’s okay”

[Y/N] opens his eyes to see the athlete staring at his feet. [Y/N] gets up and wipes the sweat off of his face. “It bothered me” He unzips the jacket after realizing just how wet the sleeve would become. “Here you can use it yourself if that made you uncomfortable”

He nods.

“Okay”

[Y/N] lightly dried off the sweat from his head. He asked before moving towards his neck.

“If you need it any where else you can use it as well” He said just passing the jacket towards him.

“Thanks”

“No problem”

He sat next to him this time in the bench.

“[Y/N]…”

He turned to look at the other male.

“Do you like school?”

“Does anyone like school?”

“Some people do”

“I mean…I wouldn’t say I hate it”

“Then why do you smoke?”

That’s what this had been about. Just curiosity.

He was not into you that’s crazy to think about. That’s just crazy he would never. He would have never and i mean never ever looked my way.

[Y/N] shrugged.

“Takes the stress off of school and life”

“What kinds of stress?”

“Any”

“We have different definitions of stress. What stresses you out?”

“School work. Needing to do enough just to get by. Work. My mom does nothing and my dad left when I was young. Hiding my habits and concerning emails from teachers from my mom.”

“That’s way different to mine”

[Y/N] chuckles. It felt nice to laugh.

“Yeah I guess so. How about you?”

“Me? I just worry about nationals”

“Is it soon?”

He nods.

“We have to win one more match and then we’re guaranteed a spot”

“Don’t we make it every year?”

[Y/N] had never remembered their team losing. They always went to nationals. And won. So why would this stress him out?

“Yes. Still you never know what can happen on that court”

He looked serious. It was almost terrifying.

“Scaring me a bit there Ushi”

The silence was deafening.

“I’m so sorry”

“No it’s okay”

[Y/N] didn’t know why he was still even sitting there next to him. What if someone saw them? What would they think? He stomps out his cigarette before rubbing his hands against his pants.

“Okay well i’m going to go” Y/N says rocking on his feet.

“Hey wait”

[Y/N] turned around to face the male.

“You should come to our game.”

—

[Y/N] was stunned to say the least. The ace of their volleyball team had asked him to go to their game. Who is he to say no? So now [Y/N] was stuck. Well not stuck. He could leave anytime he wants to. But he didn’t want to. He stayed. And watched. He was in up in the stadium. Ushijima looked up to search for [Y/N] during their little warm up. He spotted him in the back. He looked out of place but Ushijima felt his heart swell with happiness. He then focused back on the game at hand.

As the match Shiratorizawa vs Karasuno began more people became swarming in. Because of this [Y/N] had decided to move down to the court. He still wanted a good view but he hated the people surrounding him. He would rather a news reporter than a teenage girl. Trust him. Their screams were deadly. [Y/N] had also sobered up for the match. He wanted to be able to recall this game.

[Y/N] was mesmerized. He knew Ushijima was good. But he never knew just how good he was. And here he was showing off with all his glory. It had [Y/N] stomach do turns. If he hadn’t called before he definitely had now. It was hard not to. [Y/N] knew he was gay. He just didn’t know who else was gay. And he struggled with that profusely so he usually didn’t try with anyone. He especially knew, though, that Ushijima did not look like the gay type. [Y/N] left the game sad to say the least.

Well sad is a strong word. Upset. Mild distress. Empathetic. They had lost. Everyone was surprised. Even the winners. It was a big shocker to everyone. Even down to the announcers. [Y/N] met Ushijima’s eyes. He smiled. He had never seen him smile before. If he hadn’t needed to throw up earlier he sure did now.

“Hey”

“Hi”

“Great game out there”

“Thanks”

A red haired male came up to you. And i mean red. Bright red. Dyed red. He comes up to you wide-eyed looking between you and Ushijima.

“Are you going to introduce us?” Tendou asks turning to Ushijima.

“Tendou this is [Y/N] a friend. [Y/N] this is Tendou my teammate” Tendou glares at Ushijima before reaching his hand out.

“Nice to meet you [Y/N]”

“Nice to meet you too”

—

“When’s the wedding?” Tendou was known to tease the two of you. It didn’t help your case at all.

If it hadn’t been obvious you had a crush on Ushijima. Always had. You guys had been friends in elementary school. Then you transitioned. You don’t think he remembers. He hasn’t said anything about it. He also treats you like as if he doesn’t know you. You didn’t have the courage to tell him either. It was just odd. It didn’t feel like it was needed to be said and you were scared on how he might react.

Ushijima never seemed to catch on. In his defense he is a very forgetful person. Not that forgetful but he also doesn’t catch onto cues. Especially Tendous teasing. He just always explained how you two have a platonic relationship. Behind doors? When you weren’t there? He agreed. He liked you back. No matter how clueless you think he is he finds ways to surprise you. He was clueless in the sense he never caught on to your feelings. But he knew who you were. He always knew. He didn’t mind. Whatever mind he’s friend happy. He was a simple man. He was just finding the courage to finally confess to you because he hates having to hide this from you. He’s not one to hide things from you. He’s very upfront about everything. You keep having to remind him you politely don’t care/don’t need to know that.

Tendou fed up with your awkwardness and Ushijimas blatant idiocy, told on both of you. To each other.

“He likes you back”

Those simple words from Tendou mouth made you both want to punch yourself in the face. Tendou had told Ushijima this morning while he told you during lunch.

“What?”

“Yup”

“No”

“Yes”

Tendous cheshire like smile spread across his face making you second guess his words.

“You better not be playing with me”

“I would never”

You glare at him.

“Well fuck what do I do?”

“Confess. Kiss him. I don’t know”

You send him another glare that has him bugging off.

“[Y/N]? Can we have a moment?” Ushijima asks looking at Tendou to leave.

“Don’t have to tell me twice” He squeezes your shoulder. ‘Good luck’ he mouths.

“Hey”

He just eyes you.

You slowly get up from the bench.

“I like you”

“Straight to the point okay-“

He cuts you off. ”I’ve liked you since we were 5 years old playing in the sand box. And i still like you now even if we aren’t 5 years old playing in a sandbox or rather we are now surviving high schools awkward years. And i want to be able to say that i confessed to my crush. I want to at least leave high school knowing i haven’t been a coward hiding away from my feelings” He pulls out two smalls flowers from behind him. They look comically small in his hands.

“Ushi…You’re so stupid” He was sweating. What do you mean? He’s nervous. What is this? His chest is tightening. His eyes feel like they’re about to cry.

“You’re ,basically in my eyes, the best volleyball player ever. How could i not fall for you?” You say.

“Huh” He was shocked. Happy. But surprised. He was sure you were about to just reject him. He swears his heart just broke.

“I like you too”

He smiles. He giggles.

It was such a shock.

You giggle with him. He pulls you into a hug.

“Thank You”

“Thank You, Ushi”

——

“Finally!” Tendou yells. You three were now walking to the locker rooms. “I swear if i hadn’t said anything nothing would’ve happened” Tendou says bragging opening the locker room’s door.

“I’ll wait in the gym” You say.

On certain days you would stay during practice. The team had come to know you with time. You being friends, now boyfriends but they’ll find out in time, with their captain who rarely has friends outside the team was a nice surprise. They all adored you. You sometimes hid other times blatantly walked in. Depending on which coach is training the athletes. Today [Y/N] was sneaking in. Which he usually did and was *not so* surprisingly good at. He leapt into the window. All the practice with his own window helped him out. He successfully made it in hidden by some nets. He got himself out of the nets and was now behind the bleachers. Out of breath from the climbing he had to do he laid on the floor. Dirty but he couldn’t care less.

“[Y/N], what are you doing?” Ushijima comes up to you and sees you laying.

“Oh hey sorry. Jumped through the window” You say sitting up pointing towards the window.

“You and jumping through windows i swear” He says. You smile at him. “Come” He gives you his hand.

“Thank you” You say teasing him slightly.

“Oi Ushijima!” Tendou yells at him from the other side of the gym finally seeing. “Oh [Y/N] here. Guys!”

“Tendou,” He nods towards the team. You glance at your boyfriend.

“We telling them?” You ask softly.

He hums.

Your grip on his hand loosens. He tightens it and smiles again you reassuringly.

You smile back up at him before a voice draws your attention.

“Just say it don’t do it” Tendou says with a grossed out face. The team confused look at him and then over to the two of you.

Holding hands. With such loving eyes.

“WHAT””HUH””AHHH””¥6000 less richer”

“Did you guys make bets?” You ask.

They all nod.

“Oh my…”

“Yes. We’re dating” Ushijima says.

They all look at him. He looks very tense.

“Loosen up” You say to him. He looks back at you.

He softly nods. He goes down to hug you. With no other option you hug him back hoping his teammates leave you two alone.

Before you know it they all surround you. Bombarding you two in questions.

——

Before you told the team let alone Tendou you had gone a few dates.

They were awkward but sweet. Ushijima did not know when you were flirting with him. You finally realized that he wasn’t rude he was just very confused. It was endearing. He was always a gentlemen. Held the door for you. Refused to let you pay. His family was well off so it only made sense. He wasn’t controlling. He knew that if you didn’t want to be with him you would most likely leave. He knew you. You’re not the type to be with someone you don’t like. He likes that about you. He liked many things about you.

He was falling for you. Absolutely falling. Face first and everything. You think he’d be against your smoking and he was. But he understood at the same time. He didn’t like the fact you smoked but he didn’t mind the fact you smoked. You weren’t a heavy smoker. You never smoked around him. It’s the one thing that has been brought up many times. It was the one thing people thought you two would break up over.

To be honest it hasn’t been a problem in your relationship. It’s something that’s apart of you and he knows that. He loves you too. He was obsessed with everything about you. Being the son of such a prominent figure you think his parents would be mad at him dating a boy, a trans boy at that, who is seen as a ‘delinquent’ at school. They weren’t. They knew their son. So they gave you a chance. And they were happily surprised. You’re a well-mannered kid. You had flipped a switch on your cussing but nothing about you changed changed. You were still you. He liked that. So did his parents.

——

You both had been through a lot. Graduated high school. Ushijima went pro. You?

You had first found yourself at college. What for? Nothing you just kind of explored. You found yourself in strange situations. House fire, mental institution, hotels, motels, random jazz bars. Then one of your friends called you with a job opportunity. You took it. You were barely getting by. You secured the position. Honestly you might’ve lied on your resume, you totally did, but you did good. It was a great job for you. You worked hard. You were a good worker if you tried. It’s just you rarely tried. Only when you wanted to. which was rarely. At least as a teen. Moving out of your teens your destined to have some sort of future. Ushijima did that.

Ushijima and you had gone long distance as you both figured out your fitting in the world. Ushijima was focusing on his volleyball career while you figured out what to do. Once you had gotten your position at your new Architect job. Architect makes it sound fancy but rather you helped out the architects. Within the years you found yourself going up the ranks swiftly.

You and Ushijima called regularly. “Ushi! Guess what?”

“Hmm”

“I got promoted!”

“That’s great!” He says as enthusiastically as he can.

“This means they’ll send me to go study! I’ll be getting my Architect degree with them finally” You said basically screaming at your phone.

“That’s amazing, my dear”

“How’s everything over there? Are you doing okay?” You ask noting his tired voice.

“Everything here is great. Tired is all. Lots of training.” He says.

“Tell me about you baby. I miss you” He says.

“Okay”

——

Ushijima went pro. You became and Architect. To say you both were a model couple is an understatement. A volleyball player and an architect? You guys were the couple. You guys had gotten married after you graduated. It was a peaceful wedding. You both now lived together in your small apartment. You had your own business. Ushijima helped you with anything you needed. You did the same for him. Ushijima if he ever heard of a friend needing work on something he would recommend you. This man carried your business cards with him everywhere. He always seemed to have them. If you ever found a potential client at an event where you don’t have any cards on you just call your husband and he’ll hand them each a card at that.

He was so proud to be your husband. He forget he’s a famous volleyball player. While getting interviewed he will interrupt the host to ask them “You know my husband [Y/N]? You should have him come on here. Have you had him on here yet?”. Of course you do it back. Always posting links to his interviews, photo shoots, tickets to games, etc. Your social media was full of him. If someone were to know you just off of your persona online it’d be hard to ignore your boyfriend. He was everywhere.

You even found yourself tattooing his high school number onto you. You thought it was cute and had such a simple meaning yet it made Ushijima ball his eyes out. He loved it. You of course discussed this beforehand. You didn’t want to overwhelm with anything if it made him uncomfortable. He ended up getting your initials tattooed onto him. It’s on his chest. Small font. You trace it whenever you two are cuddling. It’s noticeable but he didn’t get into much trouble. It’s easy to hide.

A/N: This is part one! Idk what i’ll do with this but i want to see what i can do!! I’m excited to see what i do with this:) Also i played music and just wrote so sorry if it’s all messy.

[mgc02]

So I can not find FTM Hazbin smut so I made some. Keep in mind I'm Ace and this is my first smut

First Time

Angel Dust x transmasc Reader

CW: Anal sex, Anal fingering, biting, marking

"So shy. That's cute babes..." Angel said standing there shirtless as you tried utter up the words. Just to sound like you were confident. Like weren't a mess around him. You were failing miserably. He giggled at you're flustered self sitting on the bed before climbing on top of you. All four arms caging you in. "You sure you want to do this?" He asked. "Yes!" You answered without hesitation. He pulled your shirt off leaving your binder on. He leaned back foward. His face was inches from yours. He leaned in to whisper in your ear. "Don't worry babies, I'll be in charge this time." He was well aware this was your first time having sex and he was planning on making this a night to remember. He met your lips in a kiss. His tongue swiping inside of your mouth. He tastes like vanilla and cigarettes. He makes out with you before kissing your neck. He covers your neck in pecks. The sensation puts in you in ecstasy before you feel the sharp pain as you bites down onto your neck.

The pain only turns you on more and then he suckles on the bite creating a prominent mark. He grabs you and flips you on your stomach. He begins to kiss the back of your neck down your back a little while running his bottom set of hands down your body. His top set of hands messaging your shoulders. Your eyes are half lidded enjoying the way Angel is caressing your body before the hands messaging your shoulders suddenly pin you down. And the lower set of hands running up and down your body begin to unbutton your pants. He pulls them down and now your boxers are the only things on your body keeping it up to imagination. He runs his hands down your thighs and back up all the way to your ass cheeks. He squeezes them which causes you to moan out loud. Your face turning a blush red. He pulls your boxers right off and feels up your cheeks some more. Suddenly he removes his hands from your ass and takes off his skirt and underwear, disgarding them off to the side. You look to see he was wearing a lacy thong and it sends a warm heat in your crotch. An image of him in nothing but that thong creeps its way in to your mind.

He leans in. You can feel his breath on your neck breaking you from your fantasies. "Are you ready?" You nodded and gasped at him nibbling your ear. He sits up. You are still restrained against the bed when you feel one of his fingers covered in lube breach your asshole. He slowly pushes it deeper and deeper. You feel so full. You wonder how his cock is going to fit but only for a moment because he begins thrusting his finger in and out. He starts out at a slow pace and then speeds up a bit. It's a pleasurable sensation that's quite hard to describe. He suddenly places a second finger in. Now he is plunging two fingers in. He continues to do this and you feel tightness building up as you moan his name. But just as you're about to climax Angel removes his fingers. You feebly attempt to turn your head but to no avail as you whine in protest.

"Relax, baby I'm just getting to the good part. That's all. You can't have ALL the fun, ya know." He lubricates his dick and pumps it a few times before you feel his tip make contact with your anus. He pushes in slowly. Stopping frequently so you can adjust. His dick is much bigger than two fingers it feels like. You squirm and twitch before it's in so deep you feel more full than you ever have. He waits a while for you to get used to it. You cry out when he first thrusts into you. He thrusts in and out and he begins to moan as he loves how tight you feel around his cock. He pumps in and out of you at a slow but steady pace. You moan and mewl and make an orchestra of unholy noises. He praises you.

"You're doing so good baby! You sound absolutely beautiful!" And with that he starts pounding into you now. It's a lot but it sends your heart racing and you feel that tightness coming back. "I'm close!" You shout. "Me too baby!" You felt a snap and a wave of pleasure. Angel continued to buck into you for a while until you felt him empty a heavy load into your ass which felt super wet from cum and lube. Angel pulled out leaving you feeling empty. You felt his hands restraining you release you as he fell next to you. Both of you breathing heavy. You looked at him and his happy exhausted expression made you feel warm inside. You relaxed as he pulled you onto his chest. You rested your head on his fluff. "I love you." You whispered. "I love you too" he responded softly. You both fell asleep that night in each other's embrace.

[s3thwrit3sstuff]

❝ Just like that, baby ❞

Touya Todoroki x ftm!reader | AU, Dabi works as a body piercer, probably inaccurate description of getting pierced | nsfw, smut, p**n with some plot | sub. bttm. reader | wc: 4k

warnings: daddy kink, spit fixation (?), fingering, dacryphilia, dirty talk, praise, degradation, squirting, AFAB terminology (clit referred to as dick though)

masterlist: pt1; pt2; pt3

[ artwork is by @COooGA_ & here's the link to the piece. Please be aware that their content is very dark, do not send them any hate - viewer discretion is advised ]

"Are you shitting me?" Tomura's lips split into a Cheshire smile - his dry lips looking painful enough that it almost made Dabi feel pity. Almost. "You know I never play when it comes to making your life miserable, baby," the pale-haired man sang, cackling as Dabi reached over to swipe the iPad out of his hands. "You're a fuckin' asshole, I got plans tonight!" Dabi's seething made Tomura roll his eyes, turning the screen towards himself as he leans his hip on the counter. "You think I don't know that you're just gonna get your dick wet? The Boy Toy Club again? Really?" those deep magenta-coloured eyes nearly turn into nothing but a speck of red on white as Tomura continues his cackling. Sighing, he runs his hands down his face while he settles on the couch of their parlour's waiting room. Dabi picks at his ripped jeans, inked hands adorned with silver rings curl into fists as his jaw clenches, but Dabi groans as he tosses his head back. "How?" his curt tone makes Tomura damn near giggle. "Toga, she said you dropped the club's condom while taking out your phone." Of course that little fart-face told on him. Dabi couldn't even find himself to be pissed as he runs his hair through his hair, worsening its dishevelled state. "At least I'm not some loser who games his weekends away playing some virgin ass video game and has e-sex -" "Hello?" Both of their heads turn to the door where Dabi's customer stood. You shifted your weight around as they blinked owlishly at the sight of you. "Hey," Dabi gruffs out which earns a cocked brow from yourself. "The fu - I thought I told Spinner to replace the batteries to the sensor" Tomura mutters though he abandons the thought as he comes out of the U-shaped glass counters and motions for Dabi to get off his ass with a glare. You were beginning to doubt your friend's recommendation of this place. They'd been raving and praising the place, as if the Greek Gods had come down themselves to tattoo and pierce mere mortals. The sight before you was anything but...the two men before you were openly sneering at each other as the dark-haired one snatches the iPad from his coworker's hands. "I made an appointment at 9 PM and your Instagram says you're opened until 10 PM...?" The door closes behind you and the cool AC makes you shrug your jacket over your shoulders. The interior of the store was simplistic and with the smell of paint still lingering you figured they must've just upgraded it. The floors were glossy concrete covered with distressed Persian rugs. Like the glass counter, the coffee tables were also glass (the overhead lights exposing every little fingerprint) and framed with steel. It was all cold-looking. Although, the splashes of tattoo designs on the walls along with the Majesty Palm in the corners of the red-bricked walls warm up the space just enough for it to feel inviting. The neon sign above the low couch - where Dabi just lifted himself off - read "Villains Hideout" which bathed the waiting area in the ever-shifting colours of white, blues, purples and pinks. It bathes the moody man in those colours as well. If it weren't for the scowl on his face or the way his jaw clenches you could have admired his tatted-up skin, the way his ruffled-up inky black hair softened his edginess up along with how nice his silver piercings shone and decorated him.

Hah, who were you kidding? The way he clicks his tongue makes heat travel to your groin. Your friends had always shaken their heads at your taste in men. You always liked the ones that looked like they hated everyone in the world though you'd sigh a wistful "except me" that just makes all your friends give concerned glances to each other. So, you drink up his exposed arms and the teasing glimpses of his torso from the opening of the sleeveless, oversized, tee he was wearing. There was some rock band's logo at the front and you tried to see what it was - that was your defence when Dabi had suddenly called out your name...for the third time. "Huh?" Tomura wasn't in the room and your ears warmed as Dabi stared at you expectantly.

"(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N), that's your name, right?" You nod frantically. He briefly eyes you but gestures to the curtain door with his chin. "The last room down the hall, Tomura's setting it up. He's the ass - the guy with the blue hair" he scrolls down the screen and then huffs in amusement. Your eyes meet. Wow, you thought, his eyes are super blue. "A tongue piercing?" his smirk makes you wonder if he's just as mean in bed as his demeanour is. The lopsided grin on your face makes him take in how you were just his type. "Why? That's too hard for you?" an upside-down grin crawls on his face as he exhales through his nose. "Go, I'll be there in a minute", it seemed as though there was something else he'd like to add at the end of that sentence. A purr of a nickname maybe. But Tomura was still in the store and Dabi, although a crude and usually impatient man, felt himself squirming in anticipation as you walked past him. Since your jacket was now snuggly around your shoulders, the cropped length gave Dabi a peek at the expanse of your back. The condoms in his back pocket seemingly warmed up as Dabi chuckled from where he stood, just as eager as he was. Guess he was getting his dick wet after all.

Tomura greets you as he's wiping down the leather seats of the black chair. You return it with a smile, leaning your shoulder against the wall as you take a quick look inside the room. "Small room" your remark makes Tomura snort, shaking his head. "It's Dabi's unofficial spot" "Dabi? That's the guy's name?" Tomura nods, electing to not tell a complete stranger - and customer - that it was his chosen name. Or tell him that Dabi was related to a VERY rich man that he estranged from for reasons unknown (despite their years-long friendship). "He's a little rough around the edges" It almost sounds like a warning to your brain. It must be considering the glance Tomura gives - as if checking your expressions closely. "But he's good at what he does and we're sorta short staffed at night" Toga and Spinner were still apprentices. He couldn't make 'em stay all night here. (Tomura could but he'd rather die than admit he has a soft spot for those weirdos). You wave away his concerns, reassuring him you don't mind. Tomura focuses on wiping the seat down but his eyes linger on the flesh of your hips that were exposed from the backless body suit you were wearing. Paired with a pair of black pants and cropped faux fur lined jacket with a pair of boots - you looked like you weren't heading home after this. He prods. "Tongue piercing's are pretty straightforward, healing is a bit of an ass though" you laugh softly, nodding. "I heard, can't eat much for a week or so, right?" "Yeah, when I got mine I also couldn't stop fuckin' drooling" You laugh with your eyes squinted in amusement. He wants to ask about your plans after, to tell you that despite alcohol being a disinfectant it wasn't a wise choice to be downing shots at a club with a fresh tongue piercing. But he hears your breath hitch and the smell of smoky cologne enters the room. Dabi stands behind you, grinning as he places one hand on the top of the doorway making you feel smaller than him. "Jesus, Tomura, how long does it take ya' to sanitize the room" The man gives him the finger and you glance at Dabi's long legs as he walks in. "I'm only doing this because of you, you ungrateful donkey" The insult catches you off-guard. You hide your chuckles by pretending to cough, clearing your throat after. Eventually, Tomura leaves. He tells Dabi something about closing the store up properly and after a few more insults between them his footsteps fade away to the staff room, then out the hallway and finally out the entrance. By the time that happens, you're already seated and your jacket draped over an empty chair. Dabi's putting on gloves, the expanse of his shoulder and back makes your hungry eyes drink him in. The mirror in front of him makes it easier for you to see his brows slightly furrowed in concentration. But it makes it harder for you to avert your eyes when his electrifyingly blue ones meet you in the reflection. "You look good" You rub at your elbows, smiling coyly as you murmur thanks. He turns, instruments laid out on some sort of cart that he simply pushes with a gentle push of his boots. Then he settles on the round chair and inches closer. Even while seated he seems to tower over you. "Headin' out?" "Nah, just met up with a friend" Dabi's eyes zero in on your collarbones. Your top was one with a halter neck showing off that beautiful saccharine canvas of (S/C) that was littered in red, pink, and purple. "Just a friend?" His tone is playful and your fingers ache from not being able to caress up those toned arms sitting mere inches from you. "...With a few benefits"

Dabi feels himself getting excited. He hands you a paper cup full of mouthwash. "Rinse for 10 seconds then just spit it back in the cup" You do as you're asked and as you begin sloshing around the bright blue liquid your thoughts wonder if those gloves would feel good as they grip your thighs. He's faced away again as he's prepping to mark your tongue. He's pretty sure he should feel ashamed for finding the way your spit connects from the rim of the cup to your lips hot but Dabi has long abandoned shame. "Sloppy little boy, aren't ya?" He watches your face to see any signs of discomfort, ready to back off if you so much as gave him a confused expression. He feels his semi-hard boner twitching as you wet your lips and give him a boyish grin, handing the cup back. "Nobody's ever complained before, they like it sloppy". "Stick your tongue out," You open your mouth, wet muscle glistening under the lights as it covers your lower lip. He dries it with a tissue, smirking as your tongue twitches at the light pressure. "Just like that, baby"

Oh fuck, your thighs are pressing together and you've no control over it. He's got your tongue in his hold, leaning over you as he attempts to find the right placement. You see him furrow his brows again, sharp planes of his face making you gulp. Closer, a feverish voice pleads in your head, get him closer. Dabi eyes your hand as it places itself on his knee. "Nervous?" You shake your head and he quirks a brow as you tug at the hole in his jeans. You motion to your lap, patting it like he was some sort of call girl. He's beginning to like you more and more. The seat creaks with your combined weight but Dabi's on your lap and he's humming as your fingers slide up the back of his thighs and his hips. His crotch is bumping against yours and your eyes goddamn flutter at the very obvious tent. You feel cool metal and Dabi won't admit it but it is easier to do his job from this angle. He adjusts himself on your lap and you reach up his shirt, he pays it no mind and the taste of bland ink blooms on your tongue making you whine in a displeased manner. "Oh can it, you brat" Dabi chuckles, "I know you want something else but bear with it". He lifts your tongue with the clamp, nodding to himself as he ensures he isn't going to pierce through any nerves. He tells you to breathe through it, not to hold your breath and you can see him moving around a bit to grab the needle. The point of the needle makes a tremor go through your hands and Dabi moves his hips making you grip him tighter. He sure knows how to distract someone - "Big breath in" There's pressure, slight but there, "Big breath out". The needle goes through with nothing but a twinge in your brows and a near-bruising grip on his hips. As you peek your eyes up at Dabi through your lashes, he stares right back with a grin full of teeth and eyes glowing in pride. "Good boy, lift your chin up" You can feel drool slip past your lips and down the cork under your tongue. Dabi brings the piercing into view and you flutter your eyes close but he's suddenly tapping your cheek with the back of his hands. "Eyes on me, pretty thing".

He would've wrapped up the process anyways (duh, you're a paying customer) but you were so obedient just following his commands like some sort of lost puppy he felt his hands getting clammy. God, he was going to enjoy wrecking you. He slides the barbell through and fixes it into place. "S'fuckin' pretty" he lets your tongue hang out as he suddenly pulls away from your lap. He walks to the mini-fridge in the corner of the room, tossing his gloves away as he pulls out a can of Asahi beer. You're perplexed but the growing wetness on your underwear makes you content in watching him. He takes a mouthful, places the can down, wears new gloves and settles on your lap again. He's tilting your head, moving you like you're some sort of doll. He leans in and though you're convinced you're the horniest you've ever been in your whole life you hope he isn't going to make out with you. He doesn't, much to your confused-disappointment. Instead, he leans in close enough for your lips to touch only to pour the beer right on your tongue and down your throat. It's a steady flow, it stings like hell but the grip on your chin makes you immobile. So you gulp it down, breathy pants escaping your mouth as you attempt to swallow everything he's giving to you. He's watching every minute detail. The glow of determination in your eyes, the flush cheeks, the sheen of sweat on your temple, the way beer and spit dribble down your chin. He finishes and Dabi leans into your ear. He envies whoever had pierced the beautifully shaped lobes and cartilages, a part of him wanting to mark you with more of his works instead. His teeth on your lobe earn him a squeeze on his ass, and his large hand slithers down to wrap around your throat. "Can't kiss ya' on the lips but I'm sure there's somewhere else you'd rather I kiss, hm?" You nod much to his chagrin. Dabi does a quick once-over on your tongue as he guides it back between your lips but when he makes a move to get his gloves off you whine. Can't really speak much now, your tongue's still tingly and you know it's going to swell soon enough. But as Ursula mentioned, don't underestimate the power of body language (and a few whiny moans). "You want these on?" You nod. "You got a fetish for PVC?" He sounds like he's mocking you so you glare as you wipe the wetness from your chin. He's off you again, laughing at your pout that disappears when your ankles are grabbed and you're sliding down until your legs are hanging off the seat and he's over you. He unbuckles his belt one-fucking-handed. Your cunts practically weeping a waterfall for him. "Show me what I wanna see, baby" he watches your fingers deftly unzip your pants, the adorable shimmy of your hips as you squeeze out of them (he assists but only after snickering like an asshole), then you unzip your bodysuit very appropriate crotch access and finally he sees his prize. "Fuck" your hips cant away as he palms your crotch "You're fucking dripping". The casual way he pushes your underwear to the side makes your heart double in speed, he's staring at your cunt like a starved man. He dips past your folds, sliding up until he reaches your little dick. "Your ‘friend’ must've done a shit job" he said "Your dick's still ready to go" he strokes it, pushing the hood down with those slicked-up gloves and it has you gasping as you arch into his touch. "Your friend should've known better than let a slut like you leave without being thoroughly satisfied or else ya' gonna end up like this, being used like a common whore"

He slips you out of your pants and removes his top. God, he is tatted up. You let your eyes take in as much detail as you can. His hands were inked with all sorts of designs - you figured he started there from how old a few designs looked. But the ones on his neck are deliciously crisp and it was an intricate piece that went all the way down his chest. You wonder what his back looks like. There were swirls of Japanese clouds motif on his shoulder - a sneak peek of the intricate traditional tattoo on his back of red, black and white dragons breathing out blue flames. He snaps you back into reality as he spreads your legs open. "Don't even need to lube you up" he slips two of his slender fingers in and you turn your head to the side, cheek squishing against the leather. His thumb's pressing circles on your dick as he curls and scissors them inside you.

"Holy shit" he guffaws "You got wetter!" He catches your leg before it lands on his chest, brushing it to the side as he curls his fingers again and your choked moan is all he needs to know he's hit that sweet spot. Dabi slips another finger, your used hole takes it with ease as it eagerly clenches around him. "You're practically sucking me in" his cock is straining against his boxers so he grabs at it, squeezing it through the material to relieve it a bit. While there, he reaches back to grab a condom and places it between his teeth. Your eyes are squeezed shut, thighs twitching as he continues the relentless abuse of that spongy bundle of nerves but in a flash, his fingers are gone and you're whimpering at the loss. Your hole clenches around nothing and you're about to throw a goddamn tantrum if Dabi dares deny you of pleasure but find yourself frozen from where you're sat. "Like what you see, pretty boy?"

What you’re seeing is his cock, hard and twitching as the head nearly reaches his goddamn belly button. The tip is a shade of red, precum making it glisten but what’s more, is the ladder of piercings that begin from just above his balls to below his head. There were six piercings all lined up and perfect and you can’t tell if it was your tongue swelling up that was making you drool or your want to have him in his mouth so you can feel them on your tongue.

And what a nice surprise - Dabi’s real hair colour is white unless of course, he bleaches his neat patch of pubic hair which you doubt.

He rolls a condom over it, hissing softly and you can’t help but reach down to spread your lips apart for him. Dabi laughs, a warm hand holding your thigh as the other holds his dick to line it up.

“Thank you, baby. Ya’ know, I would usually take my time with pretty things like you but” your eyes flutter close as his head breaches you.

“If we stay here too long, a blue-haired asshole is gonna check the cameras. Can’t have him seein’ my bitch, he’s all mine and I don’t feel like sharin’” he has a rougher accent that slips when he’s filling you up.

“Ah, mpfh! Fuh...fuckkk...” The heels of your palm dig into your eyes as you feel him practically split you open. A burning sensation makes your toes curl, the stretch of his cock is making your chest heave. The feeling of his piercings has you seeing white faster than you register.

“Shit - did you just come?” he’s not even bottomed out yet but the evidence was the way your walls are spasming around him. He pushes your leg up, shushing as you pant out nonsensically about waiting and how it’s too soon.

“Shut up, you can take it, I know you can”

Tears slip past your eyes and it makes his grin sharp.

“Fuck, you’re even pretty when you cry - makes me wanna be the reason you’re sobbin’” he adjusts his hips and it makes you let out the most pathetic cry he feels his resolve break.

He pulls out nearly all the way and for a second you think he’s giving you mercy but he slams all the way in and the yell you let out has him laughing. A hearty laugh that makes him sound like a goddamn supervillain as he looks down at your teary face.

“Told ya’ you could take it” You clench around him, sniffling as you reach down to feel where you two connect. Your dick twitches.

He fills you up just right. His cock constantly pressed against that spot. You inhale wetly, looking up at him with your eyes all sparkly with tears.

You jerk, your eyes said, you fucking asshole.

“I know but I know you coulda’ and you did” his gloved hand swats yours away and he teases your dick making your mouth fall open, drool following.

“Dumb boy’s like you can take anythin’ you’re given” his words were like a siren's call. Whispering, lulling you into an underwater grave.

“Fuck” the way you tightened around him made him hiss. “Slobbering all over yourself from some dick” you whine again, wiping away the drool but he just snaps his hips in and out of you and you’re crying out again.

You’re laid on the leather, a sheen of sweat coating your skin which makes everything sticky and somewhat uncomfortable but with Dabi’s dick inside you, everything else around you barely exists.

You’re twisting on the seat, head thrown to the side as you moan wantonly - like a goddamn porn star according to Dabi. One of your legs is folded to your chest, the other pinned to the side as Dabi fucks into you. Your hands are braced on his chest, nails scratching and leaving red welts but Dabi takes them with pride.

He wishes he could kiss you, he knows he can’t but you’d have to do a follow-up to replace the piercing. He wants you to come again, just to see him, he’ll hurt you and heal you just like he’s doing right now.

You’re sobbing, you came around him again and he loves the feeling of it. The chair beneath you is downright shaking from how hard he’s pounding into you.

“Duh-Dabi!” you squeal, tongue already numb. The way you mispronounce the pleas for him to go harder makes him so riled up you swore you saw wisps of heat on his skin.

“Your cunt feels so fuckin’ good - Fuck! A perfect cock sleeve made just for this” You’re squirming again and Dabi pulls out making you thrash which he reprimands with a slap to your cunt.

“Please -"

He ignores you, ignores his dick that wants nothing more than to fuck you into oblivion again and instead curls his fingers inside you.

You’re done for - the pressure that his fingers bring makes your hips jerk up and down, twitching and moving uncontrollably. Dabi groans as you squirt all over his wrists, hips jerking as weak spurts follow the big splash.

“Fuckin’ love this hole” he places a kiss on your dick and you’ve half a mind to push him away. Especially when he licks it. But Dabi’s not done yet, your fucked out whispers fall on deaf ears.

“One more time, baby, let me feel you around my cock”

“S’too muh...muhhh”

“Shhh, just stay like that. So fuckin’ pretty for me, so good” his cock is inside you again and you’re crying out, reaching to wrap your arms around his neck.

Dabi grabs your ass and you lose the sticky leather. Now you’re in the air as he fucks up into you, the friction of your bodies rubbing on your swollen cock has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Your tongue slips out, going a bit cross-eyed. Not that Dabi could see, your face was tucked right between his shoulder and neck.

The camera’s red light was blinking but you couldn’t give a damn.

Dabi’s bringing you up and down his dick. His piercings stimulate your gummy walls, making your breath hitch every time it slips in and out of you, catching on the rim of your cunt. You babble, right into his ear.

“Daddy! Fuh! Fuck!”

Dabi plants his feet firmly to the ground, his back wet with sweat.

“S’too buh-big! Can’t! Ngh!”

“Yeah, you can. Take what Daddy gives you” he grunts and you’re sure your ass is gonna have the imprint of his hands so you leave scratches on his back.

He gives one last thrust and cums, the condom fills up inside you and you shudder. He hears you trying to catch your breath, sniffling in between every pitiful intake of air that have you hiccuping.

The sharp sensation of the metal can Dabi presses against your neck makes you flinch. You murmur that he's an ass and he just laughs. The both of you are in the waiting room, Dabi laying you there for a comfier seat and letting the AC dry you off while he was cleaning up the room. Now that he was done, he was sipping beer with you. The atmosphere was casual, laughably so considering how he just fucked your brains out 10 minutes ago. You pull out your wallet after you're halfway through but Dabi walks away from you. He gets behind the counter and pulls out his card making your eyes widen. "Don't sweat it, think of it as a thank you" the card machine beeps and you honestly couldn't even stand up without your thighs and back going all weird so you weren't gonna win this anyways. Still, you pout. "That's the first time someone's pissed I pay" his blue eyes dart to his phone that's hidden from your view, ignoring the middle fingers you throw his way and the stuck-out tongue. [ Shiggy: His hole's that good? ] Dabi glances at the camera behind the counter, licking the back of his teeth as he saw the red light. [ Shiggy: Think he can take two of us at the same time? ] [ Dabi: Fuck off, he's my bitch ] Tomura sends a screenshot of your fucked-out face nuzzled into his neck. Dabi's dick twitches to life. [ Shiggy: Just wanna test out his head game, think I can teach him a few tricks using that new piercing ] Tomura grins when Dabi tells him they'd have to wait for it to heal, moaning as he squeezes his cock. He goes back to the replay of the feed, of you getting your first orgasm and throws his head back as he cums into his fists just as you came all over Dabi's cock.

[moonyswritinq]

I can’t wait to read your fics! Your writing is awesomeeee!

Can we know whatchu got in the inbox already plsssss?

(Btw I just discovered your blog but it’s so cooooool!)

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* REQUESTS ARE CLOSED FOR NOW ! *

thank you so much! it really means a lot to me to hear that <3

and for sure, I'll tell you what I got, in no particular order. I've written what the ship is, the form it's going to be written in—if it's decided (which can be subject to change if you have opinions on it)—, context to it and its status if it's started. I also added some projects that I haven't had requested but are working on, just in case you are curious about that (because I realised I had not updated about them for about a year, so sorry).

MASTERLIST, TAG LIST, REQUEST RULES

Dead Boy Detectives

Charles Rowland:

Charles x gn reader, headcanons and oneshot — based on the song 'So American' by Olivia Rodrigo : finished

Charles x gn reader, headcanons and oneshot — reader is short and alive

Charles x male reader, oneshot — Charles pines for reader and doesn't know how to confess his feelings

Charles x gn reader, headcanons — just cute headcanons : just started

Charles x gn reader, headcanons and oneshot — established relationship, alive reader who is psychic/has powers

Charles x male reader, headcanons and oneshot — Charles with an s/o who is European (prob Italian)

Charles x alive! gn reader, oneshot — how Charles would react to Crystal and Niko's roomate (reader) getting hurt on a case

Charles x alive! gn reader, oneshot — Charles is worried the reader will get hurt if they help on cases, so in retaliation they stubbornly put on loads of iron jewelry to keep him from stopping them

Edwin Payne/Paine:

Platonic Edwin x sibling! gn reader, oneshot — reader has been wandering the earth as a ghost in search of their brother, and accidentally run across him in a small town in America : finished

Platonic Edwin x gn reader, headcanons and oneshot — reader is a witch and Edwin does not trust them in the beginning, but they end up with a sibling relationship

Edwin x psychic! alive male reader, headcanons and oneshot — reader is the opposite of his partner Edwin; energetic, outgoing, impulsive, and often gives him ghost heart attacks trying to prevent him from dying

Monty the Crow:

Monty x gn reader, prob oneshot — non-native reader (prob French) that struggles with english and Monty thinks it's cute/reassures them

Monty x male reader, headcanons and oneshot — vampire gothic reader who shows affection in strange ways and loves to listen to Monty talk

Monty x gn (maybe male) reader, oneshot — painting Monty's nails black in a tender and intimate scene

Monty x ghost!gn reader, oneshot or headcanons — Monty goes after the wrong ghost

Monty x male (or genderfluid) reader, oneshot or headcanons — Monty has a crush on reader but feels guilty because of Esther's plan

Thomas the Cat King:

Thomas x male reader, oneshot — enemies/rivals to lovers where reader is more of a dog person so you know it's going to be lots of tension : just started

Thomas x ftm reader, prob oneshot — a fallen angel reader who got hurt and gets reassurance and help from The Cat King

Thomas x male reader, prob headcanons — reader is stoic and ace, yet not sex-repulsed, but The Cat King has to work differently to gain his affections than through his sexuality

Thomas x gn reader (or x Edwin), oneshot — a poor soul narrowly avoided Esther's capture and takes refuge in The Cat King's palace

Thomas x male reader, oneshot or headcannons — enemies to lovers with the Cat King and the Dog King (reader)

Thomas x mage!gn reader, oneshot — the reader is Edwin's descendant and helps out on cases, always thinking about the two ghosts and never about themselves. The Cat King notices this and helps them unearth some repressed desires

Painland/Payneland:

Charles x Edwin, prob oneshot — friends to lovers in a non-modern AU where they didn't die

Charles x Edwin, oneshot — Charles realises his feelings earlier and says he loves Edwin back in that scene

Edwin / The Cat King:

Edwin x Thomas, oneshot — Edwin finds himself paying a lot of attention to cats in London, though he hasn't figured out why, which is something The Cat King notices and decides to send him a little something to remind Edwin of him

Edwin x Thomas, oneshot — the rest of the Detective Agency find out about Edwin's relationship with The Cat King and chaos ensues

Miscellaneous:

Dead Boy Detectives x male reader, oneshot — reader has powers and works with the detectives on a case

Poly Edwin x Charles x gn reader, headcanons and oneshot — established relationship with fluffy moments between the three : may not be written (don't love poly but we'll see)

Dead Boy Detectives x supernatural!male reader, headcanons — the boys get a crush on the feminine presenting supernatural being and then finds it out he's a man

Platonic! Edwin x gn reader x Thomas, oneshot — part two of Runs in the Family, The Cat King finds out Edwin has a sibling and shifts his attention : may not be written (there will be NO incest)

Lord of the Rings

Legolas Greenleaf:

Legolas x male reader, oneshot — reader and Legolas drink way too much at a pub, ignoring any onlookers and opting to share a dance together : not requested

The Marauders

Regulus Black:

Regulus x ftm reader, oneshot — fluffy scene, maybe dysphoria comfort

Regulus x male reader, oneshot/series — academic rivals to lovers that resolves with a lot of tension at a Slytherin party : not requested, almost finished

The Maze Runner

Newt:

Newt x male reader, prob oneshot — Newt is very protective of reader, could be in the Glade or in the Scorch Trials or in the Last City

Newt x ftm reader, headcanons and oneshot — best friends to lovers and everyone in the Glade knows about them

The Umbrella Academy

Male Original Character, series — with a charismatic & overdramatic who flirts with everyone, multiple ships : not requested, but a long work in progress

Outer Banks

JJ Maybank:

JJ x male reader, oneshot — reader is a surfer and manages to impress JJ enough to get invited to a party, where they play truth or dare and silly things happen : not requested

Sherlock

Sherlock Holmes:

Sherlock x male reader (or oc), oneshot — reader is a genius, autistic, and a cat person, and help Sherlock with one of his cases, thus earning his attention immediately : just started

Star Wars

Obi-Wan Kenobi:

Obi-Wan x male reader, oneshot — part two of Caught in the Moment, which would be the aftermath of them finding out about Obi-Wan and the reader's relationship during a joint training session

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson:

Eddie x gn reader, headcanons and oneshot — shy reader who needs to let loose, Eddie takes it upon himself to show them a good time and they really come out of their shell

Eddie x male reader, oneshot — reader stumbles onto Eddie's magasins which are bookmarked with people that look suspiciously like reader, so gay confession ensues : may not be written (original request too lewd so I changed but don't know if I'm inspired enough to write it)

hope this helps if you want to request something or just to see what's to come in the near future :) you guys have really put me to the test and to work and I appreciate it more than you can believe. if you cannot see a request you've made her then I will not write it, sorry (prob bc it went against my rules or was too sexual).

if you want to encourage me to write faster/more a good way is to read, like, reblog, and comment what I have already written. I loooove feedback and encouragement

[hurlingdown]

Grr i love your zoro fic, do you write for ftm character? If you do please ftm sanji x domtop male reader 🫠🫠🫠 WANNA EAT HIM OUT SB

I WANT MORE! — TOP MALE READER X VINSMOKE SANJI

synopsis. sex with sanji always feels good. it's exciting. and fun. there's an issue though: it's just good, but never too good. well, here's the thing — sometimes, overwhelming pleasure bordering on overstimulation might be a good way to spice things up . . . wc. 1.7k

tags. ftm! brat! sanji, dom! reader. cunnilingus, squirting, multiple orgasms, cum eating, overstimulation, choking with thighs, reader's a little little mean, fluff!

Sanji gasped into the back of his hand, panting desperately. 

Two warm palms had reached between his thighs and gently pried them open, a wet sensation digging into his clothed cunt. 

“F-fucking hell, sweetheart,” Sanji muttered as your tongue drew up to swipe against his soaked clit. He let out a sharp exhale as you mouthed him through his boxers, wetly sucking at the fat nub. “What—what is this? Where’d you learn this from?” 

You didn’t respond, too occupied with what was in front of you. The stain only grew in size as you buried your face into the sweet, musky scent, and you hummed with satisfaction, making him jolt with a whine as the vibration sent a shockwave of pleasure straight into him. 

“Answer—hn, me!” Strong thighs clamped down around your head as he mindlessly rutted back against your mouth, making you see stars. “Who taught you?” 

“No one,” you said, or at least tried to say, as your mouth was muzzled by Sanji pushing his wet cunt at you, smearing your face with saliva and slick. You had read about it in one of Robin’s books, and had wanted to try it. 

“What? Who?” he asked dumbly, throwing his head back onto the pillow as he rocked his hips against your mouth, trying to coax your tongue out. “It better not have been those—hngh, women at the island!” 

You almost wanted to laugh at how ironic it was, that the infamous Vinsmoke Sanji—known for being a womaniser—was now jealous of the women he usually fawned over. 

“Hn, hah, this ain’t half bad—” 

You growled, annoyed at him for using your mouth like one of his toys. You held his thighs still over your shoulder to stop him from moving, lips curling with amusement at the way his hips bucked, not understanding your displeasure. “What?” Sanji panted, raising his head to glance at you irritatedly. “Get on movin’!” 

You frowned. Who did he think he was? 

With measured strength, you pulled back just enough to show him a sickly sweet smile. “Shall I help you take it off, Sanji?” Fingers grasped the hem of his boxers as you pressed two thumbs into his lower crotch, enjoying the way he squirmed at your touch. 

“Y-yeah,” he muttered. “Take it off already.” 

What a brat. Perhaps you spoiled him a little too often. 

You peeled the clothing off, revealing a lovely, fleshy pink cunt, its lips parted and drooling all over the sheets already. It was always a sight to have him under you, his hole pulsing around you as you drilled your thick cock into him, but this—this was something else entirely.

“Hold your legs open for me.” 

“What?” 

“Do it, or you won’t be coming tonight.” 

Sanji frowned, opening his mouth as though to argue back but then deciding against it, that getting to come was far more important than any sense of self-worth tonight. He reluctantly brought his legs up and slowly spread them for you, flushing and trembling as the action exposed the entirety of his pussy to you. 

Sanji thrust up against you impatiently and you immediately grabbed his hips, tight enough to bruise. You glared up at him with a warning, to which he completely ignored. “Hurry up, sweetheart,” he griped, rubbing his wet folds on your lips. “Wanna come.” 

Oh. So that was all that he thought of you: something for him to hump on. You were going to teach him a lesson. 

“Yeah?” You grinned. “You wanna come?” 

“So bad,” Sanji whined, hips bucking as you held him still. “Just fucking go already!” 

You pretended to frown and pull away, only to have him whimper, eyes widening and shaking his head frantically. “You want me to go? I’ll go.” 

“No! Not what I meant—goddammit, sweetheart, you know what I want, so give it to me already.” 

You barked out a laugh. “I’m not a mind reader, am I? How am I supposed to know what you’re thinking?” 

Sanji glowered at you, almost shivering with frustration. He knew what you wanted. You wanted to see him beg, to come undone before you even touched him properly, and he was so close to doing whatever you wanted him to if it meant he would finally be able to come. He squeezed his eyes shut, sparing them of any humiliation. 

“Please,” he whined your name softly. “Fuck me with your tongue.” 

You smiled, pleased. “Fine with me.” 

Without wasting a moment, you shoved his hips up at the same time as your tongue plunged down, sliding between the slick folds of his pussy to penetrate him. Sanji jackknifed off the bed with a hoarse scream, one hand letting go of his thigh to blindly grab for your hair, tugging at the strands painfully. 

“Oh fuck—please!” he cried out, legs spasming as he shoved your mouth deeper into his cunt. You lapped at his insides with abandon, drinking and swallowing greedily the slick that drenched his hole, enjoying the way the salty tang of it rolled deep down your throat and left a fragrant aftertaste. 

Drool dripped down your chin as you ate him out messily, loosening the most tender parts of his insides the way you had never been able to: by pounding your fat cock inside his pussy, or having him take your thick fingers as you stretched him out—those were good, too, but no, this was so much more sensual, and tasted so much better, and you were almost angry at yourself for not trying this sooner. 

Sanji was a sobbing, whining mess when you raised your head to look at him again, eyes glistening with unshed tears as he cried out your name, begging you to take him and then take more of him. “So fuckin’—good!” he moaned loudly. “I want more!” 

It’s filthy, humiliating, and so fucking arousing, and before he knew it, he was rutting back against your face, lost in so much pleasure, all at once way too much and not nearly enough to satisfy just yet—

“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna fucking come!” Sanji screamed, back bowing off the bed as he came all over your face, thighs involuntarily clamping down hard around your neck, choking you so hard you blacked out for a second. 

The next thing he saw when he came to his senses was your face, shiny with his come and slick, edging toward his pulsing cunt again. 

You grinned at him, almost wickedly. 

“No, no, no.” Sanji shook his head wildly. “No more. I just came, please, sweetheart, please—” 

“You said you wanted more.” 

“Just give me a second—I’ll be ready for you in a second. Please, baby.” 

You ignored him. “I’m going to give you what you want, since you’ve been so good for me. Right, Sanji?” 

Without waiting for his answer, you grabbed him by the ass and hoisted him up into the air, sucking eagerly at his oversensitive clit as his breath seized up, lips parting and yet unable to make noise anymore, just trembling and convulsing as the muscles in his thighs continued to spasm with too much pleasure it nearly bordered on pain. 

Tears rolled down his cheeks as Sanji gasped and shuddered, clutching your hair so hard you thought you felt them getting torn up by the roots. And then you committed the next atrocity. Instead of diving in and slurping his pussy like you did before, you stuck your tongue out, using the hands gripping his ass to slowly push his cunt up your tongue, and then down, and then up again, repeatedly—fucking your tongue with his hole. 

Sanji gave a helpless whimper that sounded suspiciously like your name as he writhed on your tongue, pupils so dilated you could barely see their rim. “Please,” you thought you heard him sob faintly, as though he wasn’t sure what he was begging for anymore. 

“Please what?” 

This was his last chance to stop you—you weren’t that cruel, after all. 

“Please,” he cried weakly, “make me come again!” 

You grinned, a sense of pride overwhelming you as you dove back in to finish the job—he was so well-trained, so good for you. And who were you to deny him? He was begging so nicely, after all. 

Sanji let out a stream of broken moans as you continued your assault on his pussy, his thighs clenching around your head so tightly that stars pooled at the edges of your vision. Your tongue reached deep inside him and caressed a spot so good and fucking right that the coil of pleasure in his stomach started to get looser, and wetter, like a dam being driven to burst—a feeling he scarcely ever felt, but whenever he did, whenever he did—

You latched your mouth over his entrance, sealing it properly as he squirted down your throat. 

His lower half went limp in your arms as he continued to tremble and whimper, and you feared for a second that you might have broken him. But when he opened his half-lidded eyes to look at you with a tenderness that you rarely ever saw, you knew that wasn’t the case. 

“Never knew—” Sanji panted for breath, “that you could be so mean.” 

“Did you like it?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Want to do it again?” 

He snapped out of his daze, eyes widening with horror. 

You couldn’t help it—you laughed. “Not now. I meant after.” 

“Oh,” Sanji said, softly. “That would be wonderful, sweetheart.” A second shock seized him as he looked at you, almost guiltily. “What about you? You haven’t come yet.” 

“No. Making you feel good was enough.” You smiled reassuringly, despite the fact that you were so hard it fucking hurt, aching with the need to feel his cunt tightening around it, but you knew he wouldn’t be able to take it. You’d take care of it later, in the shower, maybe, jerking off to thoughts of earlier. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes. Go sleep, I know you’re tired. I’ll clean you up. And, I love you.” 

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he mumbled tiredly. “So much.” 

masterlist! # i apologise for accidentally blue-balling the reader again it was not my intention; also i love you anon i didn't know i needed this until i started imagining it

[anystalker707]

Outdoors

Pairing: [ftm] Portgas D. Ace x [male, amab] Reader Kinktober prompt: Outdoors Tags: pussy eating / riding / ace is a good boy

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          The crew had left for the island, leaving you to watch the ship while they were away. It didn’t bother you; you actually appreciated it, taking up the opportunity to rest a little from all the training you’d been doing recently. You’d been sitting there on a shadowed part of the deck. Well, mostly lying on the ground, only with the upper part of your back against the wall, eyes closed as you tried not to nap.

Something suddenly dropped on your face before there was pressure on your lap, and it wasn’t that hard to identify it was Ace’s hat, followed by Ace himself.

“I thought you were going to stay with the others.” You pulled the hat off your face, looked at it, and carefully set it down beside you.

“I was,” Ace hummed, hands on your lower stomach as he straddled your lap. “But I remembered we can have the ship to ourselves now, so I just did everything I needed quickly and returned to you.” He grinned, tilting his head. “Did you miss me?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, sighing softly. “What do you want, Ace?”

Ace gasped. “Oh, so that’s what you think of me? That I just come after you when I need something?” He clicked his tongue and shook his head, cupping your cheeks to make you look up at him to see his disdain and disappointment. Dramatic idiot. “I just love my boyfriend.”

“As you should.” You chuckled at how he rolled his eyes a little.

Ace let go of your cheeks with a soft sigh and scooted closer, straddling your hips instead. “You’re lucky for that, either way.” He shifted again. “If I didn’t love you,” he continued speaking despite the way your gaze fell to his hips, observing them grind against yours, “you would’ve been kicked out, called delusional, and put down like a—”

“Ace.” You cleared your throat with a small smirk on your face, observing his clueless expression—a pretend one, at least. “I’m not going back to our cabin right now, Ace, sorry.”

No answer came from Ace for a moment, and then he slowly grinned. “I’m not saying we need to go back there!” He didn’t let you answer, grinding his hips more against yours, enough to replace your words with a gasp. “Come on,” he whispered, hands slipping under your shirt as he didn’t stop moving your hips, “it’ll be quick. The others aren’t anywhere near done out there… We deserve a little fun.”

Of course, Ace knew your weak spots. It was easy thinking with the head of your cock when he was grinding against you so nicely. He bit his lip as he felt the bulge growing in your pants.

“That’s it,” he whispered.

You took a deep breath, patting his thigh gently. “Go on, Ace, you win.”

Ace chuckled proudly as he just stood up, a foot by each of your thighs as he unbuckled his belt, momentarily stepping aside to take off his shorts and his underwear. You raised your eyebrows at the sight of his pussy, all slick. It’d been a while since he last shaved, but the hair was neatly trimmed. From between his lips, his swollen clit was practically begging you to suck it.

“Hold on,” you said, sitting up properly so that you could push yourself up to your knees. Ace raised an eyebrow, about to step away when you placed your hands on his thighs, pulling him closer until his pussy was inches away from your face. “Mm, good boy,” you whispered.

You pulled one of Ace’s folds to the side with your thumb, exposing his throbbing pussy, and he whimpered just at the feeling of your breath fanning against him, gasping when your mouth pressed to his pussy, drinking his slick with fat licks along his entrance. His moans were breathy, thighs quivering as he sought support by pressing his forearms against the wall behind you. It felt so good to finally have the friction he craved so much.

“Ohhh, babe—” Ace cut himself off with another moan, his hips bucking forward once your lips clasped around his clit, sucking and tonguing at it. He whimpered as a hand flew to your hair, keeping your head in place at the same time he pushed his hips forward, becoming more of a mess at how you mouthed at his pussy, eating it as if you were starving. Your teeth sometimes tugged on his fat lips. He went weak at that, struggling to keep himself up so that he could feel that for a while longer.

A shiver ran down his spine, making him let out a broken moan before he stepped back. “Okay, okay, enough of this, I— I still want you inside me,” he said breathlessly, legs still wobbly.

A chuckle escaped your lips, and you nodded with a hum, sitting properly again. “As you wish, dear.” You licked your lips clean and rushed to undo your belt and lower your pants and underwear—they were just a little down his thighs when he lowered himself on your lap.

“Mmm, so good,” Ace breathed. He sat with your cock right between your folds as it rested back against your lower stomach; your breath hitched as your hands flew to his thighs. He was so warm, rocking his hips gently to cover you with his juices, his throbbing pussy making you hiss softly as you ached more and more to be inside him.

“Damn it,” you whispered, watching his pussy. “Let me be inside you, sweetheart.”

“Now we’re talking.” Ace smiled and bit his lip. With a hand on your shoulder for support, he used the free one to guide your cock to his entrance, rubbing your tip along his slit before finally pressing it to his entrance. “Mmm, fuck,” he gasped at the nice burning feeling of your cock stretching him, breath hitching in his throat a couple of times as he slowly lowered himself on you. He was so hot around you, wet walls clasping down around your cock so tightly, so deliciously while they accommodated it.

One of your hands went up his torso, caressing his waist, tracing the scars under his pecs, and then cupping his face; Ace leaned into your touch and kissed your palm gently. “Such a pretty boy,” you whispered, feeling him get tighter just with the words. Your thumb traced his soft lips, which earned it a few kisses, a few licks… “Ace,” you groaned.

“Okay,” he chuckled quietly, giving the pad of your thumb a last kiss before finally starting to move his hips. His hands took yours to hold, interlacing your fingers, as he used them for leverage.

It wasn’t that comfortable. The wall was digging into your shoulder blades, and your back hurt a little, but you didn’t want to stop Ace, not when his pussy was so hot and tight around you like that. You set your feet on the ground to at least gain a little more support.

“You feel so good,” Ace gasped, letting the moans escape his lips freely. He really had no fear of getting caught, but just the thought of someone walking in you two—or even the memory of Deuce catching you that time—made your cock throb more. “Nnngh, deep,” he whispered and rolled his hips, which made a broken moan escape his lips at the same time he clenched more around you, feeling your tip caress his sweet spot so nicely. His thigh muscles flexed with the way he tensed up, arching his back while doing his best to keep riding you, rolling his hips that way that made a shiver run down your spine, your cock throbbing more inside him.

“That’s it, baby… Your pussy is so tight around me, so hot…” Your words made Ace squeeze your cock again, drawing a groan from you as you tried to keep your hands firm for him.

Ace was holding your hands tightly. Sometimes, his nails would sink into the back of your hand, but what was it compared to his pussy milking you so good like that? Your eyes trailed down to his pussy, watching it sink on your cock repeatedly, abused and neglected clit peeking out between his parted folds. He was so wet, accumulating a creamy ring of pre-cum around the base of your cock, which soaked down to your balls. Also, the squelching sound of his pussy…

“Mmph, love your cock so much,” Ace gasped, thighs quivering. His hips were starting to stutter, sometimes lingering for a little more than usual, but he did his best to try to keep the rhythm even after you freed one of your hands so that you’d stroke his clit. It made Ace squeeze your cock more, practically milking it as he moved his hips faster.

“Fuck, Ace, Ace,” you chanted through moans as the knot in your lower stomach tightened, your orgasm marching closer and closer until you were finally coming, balls clenching to spill your seed all inside him. A deep groan escaped your lips as you came while Ace kept riding you, letting your cum spread all over his gummy walls until he was coming as well, not caring whether he was driving you into overstimulation or not. He needed to finish, so he would, even if you were whining and gasping while squeezing his thigh. He rode you through his high, eventually stopping as the throbbing between his legs grew more sporadic, spasming around you.

Ace’s chest heaved up and down as he tried to catch his breath. He was a mess, eyeing you through the strands that covered his eyes, glued to his face and to his neck due to a thin layer of sweat. He chuckled softly, leaning in to kiss your lips messily. “Fuck, I need more of you…”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[sexydoffyman]

ONE PIECE MASTER LIST

requests nsfw alphabet

male reader - M

female reader - F

gender neutral reader - GN

fluff

smut

romance

angst

Comedy

Gore

Monkey D. Luffy

KISSES AND GIGGLES M

SAME DEVIL FRUIT GN/M/F

DYSMORPHIA M

READER WITH ADHD GN/M/F

YOU FELT SO MUCH PAIN BEFORE YOUR DEATH M/GN/F

SENSITIVE F

GETTING BRUISED F

Roronoa Zoro

DYSMORPHIA M

READER WITH ADHD GN/M/F

NSFW ALPHABET N, S, V, Z M

SENSITIVE F

GETTING BRUISED F

Portgas D. Ace

MY SWEET BOY M

TEASING TILL HIS BREAKING POINT M

AUTISTIC READER HCS M/F/GN

SOMNOPHILIA GN/F/M

Nico Robin

ROBIN'S PLEASURE F

NSFW HCS NAMI ROBIN VIVI M

NSFW ALPHABET N, S, V, Z M

Nami

NSFW HCS NAMI ROBIN VIVI M

NAMI X TRANS-FEM READER F

Vivi Nefertari

NSFW HCS NAMI ROBIN VIVI M

Donquixote Rosinante

MALE READER X CORAZON M

SECRET AGENT HUH? M

AUTISTIC READER HCS GN/M/F

Sabo

SABO NSFW ALPHABET (U) M/F

SABO HCS M/F/GN

SABO CAN'T STOP TALKING GN/M/F

Sanji

SANJI WITH FTM READER HEADCANNONS M

THE LADYS LOVE F

AUTISTIC READER HCS M/F/GN

SANJI'S HEART'S STRUGGLE GN/F/M

YOU MAKE ME FEEL THINGS M

NEEDY BOY M

SOMNOPHILIA GN/F/M

READER WITH ADHD GN/M/F

SENSITIVE F

GETTING BRUISED F

Shanks

NIGHT TALKS M/F/GN

SHANKS CREW REACTION TO SWEET GIRL F/GN

ANGERED F

NSFW ALPHABET A, G, N GN/F/M

FLUFF AND SMUT HEADCANNONS M

Benn Beckmann

SHANKS CREW REACTION TO SWEET GIRL F/GN

NSFW ALPHABET A, G, N GN/F/M

ARGUMENT GN/F/M

Yasopp

SHANKS CREW REACTION TO SWEET GIRL F/GN

Lucky Roux

SHANKS CREW REACTION TO SWEET GIRL F/GN

Charlotte Katakuri

AUTISTIC READER HCS M/GN/F

STRONG WIFE F

THE SAME FACE GN/F/M

UNKNOWINGLY A PROTECTOR GN/F/M

SAME DEVIL FRUIT GN/M/F

STARING GN/F/M

PIANIST F

SHE'S NOT SO WEAK F

SOMNOPHILIA GN/F/M

DRY HUMPING GN/F/M

A AND P OF NSFW ALPHABET GN/F/M

BEGGING F

STEAMY TIME M

Smoker

S/O CAN BE ANGRY GN/F/M

SICK S/O GN/F/M

SAME DEVIL FRUIT GN/M/F

PIANIST F

A AND P OF NSFW ALPHABET GN/F/M

Tashigi

S/O CAN BE ANGRY GN/F/M

SICK S/O GN/F/M

Vinsmoke Yonji

PURE FILTH F/GN/M

Sir Crocodile

LAUGHS AND FIGHTS M/GN/F

Usopp

READER WITH ADHD GN/M/F

NSFW ALPHABET N, S, V, Z M

Trafalgar D. Water Law

NSFW ALPHABET A, G, N GN/F/M

LIKE A PUPPET F

SOMNOPHILIA GN/F/M

Kuzan Aokiji

COMFORT MAN F

Donquixote Doflamingo

DOFLAMINGO X VIRGIN M!READER M

LIKE A PUPPET F

Dracule Mihawk

FLUFF AND SMUT HEADCANNONS M

Kumadori

NSFW ALPHABET FOR KUMADORI GN/F/M

[goingmerryfics]

Fic Masterlist

Headcanons

Nicknames:

Sanji, Zoro, & Kid

Love Languages:

Ace, Doflamingo & Crocodile

Trans Male S/O

Crocodile

Arguments

Shanks, Buggy, & Mihawk

Affection & PDA

Smoker, Corazon, & Robin

Sitting in their lap

Law, Luffy & Kid

Sanji, Killer, & Crocodile

Zoro & Ace

Paulie (NSFW)

Enel & Shanks

Random Headcanons

Ace

Mute/Selectively Mute S/O

Kid & Killer

Law

Catches you crying

Kid & Killer

Zoro, Ace & Law

Favorite kinds of sweets

Shanks, Doflamingo, Ace, Koby, & Smoker

Date night

Kid & Killer

Gothic style S/O

Kid, Mihawk & Law

Kind & Caring S/O

Law (talk of Corazon)

Breaking the news (pregnancy)

Kid & Law

S/O sews in their Jolly Roger

Law

S/O similar to Corazon

Law

Celebrating a birthday

Child Law & Corazon

Turned into a child

Sanji, Robin & Ace

Gothic style S/O

Law

Chubby S/O

Kid & Killer

Lolita style S/O

Law

Girl Dad

Killer, Ace, & Law

Previously cheated on/betrayed S/O

Killer, Zoro, & Mihawk

Would they kill the spider for you?

Sanji, Law, Doflamingo, Shanks, & Corazon

Reader fails at flirting

Mihawk, Crocodile, & Smoker -TBA

NSFW

Caught

Zoro & Law

Dirty Daydreams

Zoro, Law, & Kid

x Reader Fics

Losing Your Head - Buggy

NSFW

First Time For Everything - FTM Law

[lemon-muncher]

Masterlist

My Hero Academia

BakuDeku x Male Reader: Toys and Machines

BakuDeku x Male Reader: Instructions

Yandere Deku x Male Reader

Deku x Male Reader: Dom/Sub Roles

Deku x Male Reader: Vanilla

Deku x Male Reader: Thigh Riding

Bakugou x Male Reader: Shibari

Bakugou x Male Reader: Ass Smacking

Bakugou x Male Reader: Thigh Riding

Bakugou x Male Reader: Masochism

FtM Kirishima x Male Reader: Soft Domming

KiriBaku Headcanaon

KiriBaku x Fem Reader: Mommy/Daddy Kink

DekuTodoKami Headcanon

Todoroki x Male Reader: Exhibitionism

Tamaki Amajiki: Pegging Headcanon

Tamaki Amajiki x Fem Reader: Punishment

Hawks: Pegging Headcanon

Kaminari x Male Reader: Masochism

Shigaraki x Male Reader: Insecurities

Haikyuu

Sugawara x G.N. Reader (Fluff)

Kageyama x Male Reader: Remembering (Part 1)

KageHina x Male Reader: Remembering (Part 2)

Demon Slayer

Tanjirou x Male Reader: Exhibitionism

Tomioka x Fem Reader: Apologies (Angst/Fluff)

Douma x Male Reader: Masochism

One Piece

Sanji x Male Reader: Punishment (Part 1)

Sanji x Male Reader: Punishment (Part 2)

Sanji x Male Reader: Punishment (Part 3)

Luffy x Male Reader: Thirsty

Zoro x Male Reader: Shibari

Ace x Fem Reader Headcanon

Zoro x Male Reader x Luffy: Threesome

Jujutsu Kaisen

Megumi x Male Reader: Exhibitionism

Megumi x Male Reader: Summoning

Megumi Headcanon

Inumaki x Male Reader: Breeding

Inumaki x Male Reader Headcanons

Gojo x Male Reader: Voice Mail

Blue Exorcist

Rin Okumura x Male Reader: Somnophilia

Rin Okumura x Male Reader: Roleplay

Rin Okumura x Male Reader: Masochism

Rin Okumura x Male Reader: Tail Play

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Jospeh x Male Reader: Remembering

Mista x G.N. Reader: Fingering

Josuke x Yandere Reader

Bucciarati x Male Reader: Exhibitionism

Chainsaw Man

Denji x Male Reader: Sex Tapes

Denji x Male Reader: Exhibitionism

Denji x Male Reader: Wax Play

Denji x Male Reader: Puppy Play

Denji x Fem Reader: Feminization

Denji x G.N. Reader: Public Vibrator

Aki Hayakawa x Male Reader: Wax Play

Hunter x Hunter

Feitan Portor x Male Reader Headcanon

Feitan Portor x Male Reader: Masochism

Feitan Portor x Bad at Cooking!Reader

Feitan Portor x Male Reader: Blood

Shalnark Headcanon