#hsr x ftm reader

[freyito]

ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ

✭ pairing(s): gallagher x ftm reader

★ summary: Gallagher has been the only one in your life to make you feel like a man. Even if you can mold and shape yourself in the Dreamscape, make yourself look and feel as Cis as you want, and yet, nothing has been able to fill the hole you feel within your very existence... aside from Gallagher. And now you can't find him. You can't find Gallagher. You can't find him.

✧ a/n: HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!!!! im gonna be writing a lot more x male readers and especially a lot more x ftm readers... i started this blog cause wherever i looked in whatever fandom i was in i never found many male readers... and especially barely any ftm ones... and it feels like i havent written any proper x m! reader fics in a while, soooo... we'll start here. i'll still write gn reader of course!!!! but i like lowkey haven't written much that matches my identity in a bit.

🗒 cw: ftm reader, 2.2 story spoilers, dysphoria like mad dysphoria, anxiety, depression, sensory overloard, grief (?), hurt/no comfort, proofread

✎ wc: 2.2k

The Dreamscape has been quiet lately. Even Golden Hour was quiet, silent, and whenever you looked to the sky, its brilliance had begun to dim. The Dreamflux Reef had always been quiet, too, and yet now, it was uncanny. Micah had been so aloof, answering your questions curtly, and Gallagher hadn’t even sent you a text. Every time you texted him, it never went through, as if he wasn’t in an area with service. Which was normally okay, you knew he had to be out on a job or something, but it had been a whole week and he hadn’t even come back to his bar. When you had asked anyone about Gallagher, they had given you this look like they didn’t know where your lost dog was… which isn’t exactly far from the truth, you suppose. But you could see some sort of guilt behind their eyes. And that made you uneasy.

Sure, he had gone weeks at a time without being with you, but he always sent texts, and most people knew where he was, especially the locals. His last text to you was an ‘I love you babyboy.’, which isn’t abnormal, he had a habit of texting you that specifically around five times a day. He had to drill it into your head. He always made sure you knew you were loved, especially by him. You were ‘something special’, as he said, ‘the best thing that ever happened to him’, ‘his pretty boy’, and the list goes on. But your phone remains eerily silent.

You can’t help but check it every other minute, wading through the crowds of Golden Hour, the last place you wanted to be right now. No one in Dreamflux Reef would give you a definitive answer, no one had seen him, or if they had, they gave you indecisive answers. He was out on a case, he was at the lounge, anything to get you off their backs. You had to admit, you were becoming increasingly nagging, annoying, even. But who wouldn’t? Your boyfriend had been gone a whole week with no trace of him, no communication, and you were starting to think the worst.

Golden Hour makes your head spin, looking under every literal rock you can find, getting any info you can from the most lucid strangers and even mumbling drunkards. You are desperate, any little bit of information you use. Even if they had just seen a man with brown hair or a man with hazel eyes. Of course, none lead you to Gallagher. And the Bloodhounds aren’t of any help either, they all stare at you with confused looks and some even tell you to stop playing around.

You’ve already given up, the hustle and bustle of Golden Hour making you feel even more hopeless, the feel of everyone's eyes on you, not fitting in, it all sinks in once more. You were better off putting up lost dog posters at that point. Was it possible for people to go missing in the dreamscape? You had no idea, but you were holding onto the hope that perhaps this was all some twisted nightmare that had crept into your head, but each step you took disproved that thought.

Perhaps reality will have answers, and while you feel so reluctant to wake up, to be seen once more. You had never met Gallagher out of the dreamscape, and only now did you realize what you could be getting yourself into. Perhaps he had just… left? After so many years? Surely not, right?

You return to reality, unsteady. Your body feels frail, even if you had been maintaining it properly. It feels odd to be back in reality, where suddenly how you look, how you talk, and your mannerisms all mattered. You had to act masculine, you had to shut up and walk tall, hyper aware of the eyes on you. Even if it only takes only a minute to get to the front desk, even if you know the guests will never recognize you in the dreamscape. You still can’t help but feel self-conscious, being able to hide behind the veil of the dreamscape for so long, now out in reality, feeling as if you were stripped bare for all to see. Which you weren’t, but perhaps your nerves were getting to you.

When you reach the front counter, your nerves don't abate. They only grow in size, the fear quickly creeping through your system. There was no guest named Gallagher, and you didn’t even know what room he had been staying in. They can’t tell you anything considering that you yourself aren’t the customer they are looking for. But the way they look at you just as the people in Golden Hour and Dreamflux Reef do tells you all.

Reluctantly, you make it back to your room. You don’t know if you want to go back to the Dreamscape, you’re already shook up as is. If something so dire could make you resurface from the vast, blissful ocean that was the Dreamscape, why would you go back? No sign of him for a week, reality or otherwise, and not a word from those closest to him. Do you really wish to go back? Where you know your current efforts have failed. Where that sinking feeling that you know he’s gone takes hold of you?

You stare at the dreampool for a second longer, trying your best to shove down your doubts and your fears, and sink back into the sweet allure of dreams, waking up once more in the Dreamflux Reef. You stay where you are for another minute, a place you’ve called home for several years, a place that would be filled with hearty laughter, maybe even the clinking of glasses, and smell like Gallagher’s mild cologne. That scent has dimmed recently, either because he hadn’t come home, or perhaps you were… used to it. His clothes were still strewn about on the bed, what he was going to wear the day after he had disappeared. You didn’t dare move them, not once, afraid of losing all the little things about him.

When you finally exit the house, the streets feel colder. It’s even quieter than before, and most residents look… somber. Perhaps they always looked that way, and you just didn’t know. You figure you’d try your luck with Micah again, either to get closure or just wallow with someone who was close to Gallagher, you are unsure.

You had done your best to ignore the… tower that seemed to breach out of nowhere in the Reef, despite how tall it had been and just how oddly enchanting it was. You, like many of the Penacony locals, didn’t enjoy change. To have something like that just simply grow out of the ground you knew when those Trailblazers came around was jarring. That had also been the day that Gallagher had stopped coming home, and the events that followed had made you so desperate to find him once more. This beautiful dream, torn asunder by some madman’s delusion of a grander, peaceful life. You never did like the family, you never liked Sunday.

On that note, Micah was nowhere to be seen, at least where you looked. Not all the way down in the alleys or by the train station, not in the dive bar playing pool, nowhere. You had no where but to ascend those damned stairs that faced towards a false moon. You didn’t want to, not at all. It wasn’t intimidating, but every time you lingered near it for too long, you felt uneasy. It had an air to it that spoke of danger, something that told you it ‘was not for you’. And here you were, stood in front of it and the three graves that paid homage to it.

The first step you take bathes you in a stillness unlike one you’ve ever felt. Tranquility follows as you continue to walk, the world is suddenly so quiet, the hustle and bustle of the Reef fades out, and you are left with blissful nothingness. The only sound that follows you is your steps. It isn’t so bad when you think about it, it’s comforting, in a way.

Micah is tending to the plants that surround a small little courtyard. He’s relaxed, untensed, and seems genuinely at peace. It’s been rare to see someone like that in recent days. When he hears you, he lifts his head and gives you a soft smile, one that reeks of pity, as if he knows what you are going to ask him.

“Micah–”

“I have no idea where Gallagher is,” Micah sighed, his smile faltering slightly. “Not a text, not a word.”

At this point, you knew people were lying to you. Micah’s reminder only makes you realize just how much people were. “I know that. Tell me what happened to him.”

Micah is taken aback by your blunt reaction, but easily gives in. The jig is up it seems, and he doesn’t fight back any longer. With a soft huff and slump of his shoulders, he sets aside his current task, turning his full attention towards you.

“Then we’re gonna have to sit down and talk. It’s a bit of a doozy.”

.  * 　　　 ✦     .     　⁺ 　 .

Your head spins with all the details. It’s all so confusing, Gallagher, being… fictional? The man you had fallen in love with was simply just a creation, not tangible, not real. What were you supposed to do with that information? All you had been doing for the past hour or so is staring at the wall. Your room is silent, as is all things now, dark and lonely. It’s suffocating. You feel empty, devoid of whatever was there, whatever had filled the hole in your heart, as cliche as it was.

A hollow home, a hollow heart, and not a soul to mend it. Those welcoming arms are no more, or perhaps, never were. And yet, his clothes still remain, his toothbrush and cologne and shampoo and everything else stay in the bathroom as if he were. If you spaced out long enough, you could still hear his hearty laughter, if you sink a little deeper into the pillows you can smell faint traces of his shampoo. Anything to hold onto what you love. Who you love.

You need to drown yourself in something before you lose your mind. You want to cry, and yet… you can’t. It is still all catching up to you. You wander around the house mindlessly, desperate for something to happen. Anything. But there is nothing. When you stop, there is null, a terrifying distance between you and the empty kitchen. You have to get out of here, you have to leave, this home is not yours anymore. It is simply a house.

Your feet bring you away from the Reef, finally, settling you in the Reverie. You follow a familiar path, one that you had walked on a particularly bad night, that had led you to the Dreamjolt Holstery. It was unwise of you to fall in love with the mixologist, but here you were, several years in, finding out he was quite literally made up.

Slowly, you take a seat at the bar, the lounge around you empty, dead. You have no idea where the bartender is, but you don’t care. This is the same seat you had taken that night. It was something you should’ve forgotten, really, such a minor detail that now felt all too big and meaningful to your heart. You can still remember what had torn you up, it was a particularly bad day, feeling too dysphoric, and no matter what you did, even in the Dreamscape, it had done nothing to affirm your identity more. So you sought out a drink, or a few, to wash down that bitter taste that plagued your taste buds all day. And there he was, a little disheveled as always, eyebags, gravelly voice, something about him just… washed over you as if he were a dream. Which, looking back, apparently he was. You remember fighting between two thoughts; wanting to be him, or wanting him. To be a man so… masculine, gruff, big and intimidating, something like that…

Your nostalgic daydream is broken by steps, and a figure above you. You look up, hoping that you’ll see the same scene once more, that Gallagher will shoot you a smile and a chuckle, ask you what’s got you down, but instead, it’s Siobhan. She looks down at you with a sympathetic smile, as if she knows exactly what you were thinking about. You can’t tell if you feel angry or sad, or neither. You simply push those feelings down.

“What can I get you tonight?” She asks, her voice even and calm as always.

You take a minute to think, unsure if you want something strong to keep you occupied or something that could serve as a tribute. Ultimately, you settle with…

“A glass of uh… The Big Sleep,” You can’t help but chuckle lightly at the name, even if the chuckle was devoid of joy. Siobhan doesn’t mention it, simply smiles and nods.

“... To the ghosts of the past?”

“Yeah… to the ghosts of the past.”

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[shirakow]

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤBoothill turned into a human

"—mh... n-no more..." It'd already been an hour since the two of you started, and Boothill could no longer form a coherent thought.

He never thought pussy would feel this fucking good. Sure he's fucked you multiple times in the past, but that was with a semi robotic cock which meant he couldn't feel it.

But now he had a human body. His once metal shell now turned into normal human skin that can feel and hurt, complete with organs.

And what better way to enjoy it than to have his pretty boy ride his new human cock? "ngh...~ can't... 'm p-passin' out sweet boy..." Boothill would sob, his hands lazily gripping onto your hips as your perfect cunt swallowed him whole.

As a robot, he'd never experienced what it truly felt to have an orgasm, and the moment he first experienced it—he felt like he was on cloud 9. Boothill almost thought he was about to die right then and there, but he wouldn't mind...

If it meant dying while being inside your tight hole then he'd choose to die as many times as he wants.

Boothill drooled, his tongue lolling out pathetically as he begged you keep going. He never wanted you to stop riding his cock.

You were practically milking him dry to the point where it hurt. "w-wait what are you—" Boothill threw his head back when you reached down and began to massage his balls as you rode him faster.

Boothills eyes rolled back as he babbled breathy 'yes's. He just couldn't pick one—stop you, or fuck his cum into your sopping wet pussy.

© shirakow ! rlly short self indulgent post for tonight . I still have to wake up early tomorrow after all, so have a good night everyone <3

[porcalinecunt]

𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ‘𝐄𝐌 𝐔𝐏!

🎀 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wondered what boothill has that lasso for . . ♡

·˚ ◌༘͙[featuring] ! ˊ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

cw — ftm!reader. mean dom!boothill. crossdressing. bondage. fingering. (reluctant) praising. dumbification. squirting.

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : boothill brainrot has me going hogwild for him hmmphmmammm. my last post abt him has been popping off lately, i hear your cries boothill nation and i'm here to serve! enjoy ~♡

“quit whinin’ boy, will ya?” 

he rasped, swallowing another bullet. the taste of lead spread in his mouth, crunching noises from the ground up ammo made you flinch a bit. 

your wispy gown was bunched up to your thighs, held in place with the rope he uses as a lasso outside of the bedroom. every curve was shown in it’s full glory, soft flesh suffocated from the harsh material. you sat on your knees with your wrists tied tightly behind your back, rendering you helpless as you couldn’t even close your legs. you could only watch helplessly as the ranger pumped his metal fingers in and out of your soaked cunny. his cold palm pressed up against your clit, overwhelming you with an electrifying friction no other man could give you. 

“mm..b-boothi–” 

smack!

you flinched as your thighs instinctively tried to press themselves shut, much to the amusement of your robotic boyfriend. a shit eating grin spread across his lips, flashing his shark-like teeth. 

“what did i say baby..? too cute to understand now?” 

the bullet between his teeth moved up and down, his speech slightly glitched at the very term ‘cute’. if only he could spit out what he really ment, but then again, his sarcastic tone dripping with faux sympathy spoke volumes. boothill was a sweetheart at his metal core, but if you asked so nicely, he might flick his own switch just to see you fall apart at his touch. you were too adorable to turn down. 

you shook your head, syrupy eyes stared back into his bloodshot ones. a silent beg for release, added on by your impatient grinding. two teasing fingers were no longer enough for you, no, you needed him to do his absolute worst. fucking you while bound like the good little minx you were for the hunk of steel. to hear his annoyed tone forced to say sweet nothing while his body said otherwise. maybe, he might get the gun involved. none of it mattered. 

through mindless babbles and high pitched whines, you pleaded for more. the ranger’s eyes flicked up towards your fucked out face as he swallowed the last bullet. you were pulled forwards by the rope, forced to face boothill’s mean grin. 

“use your words doll.” 

you tried, you really did, but whatever you wanted couldn’t come out right. almost like you short circuited, spitting out all of your desires. from him fingerblasting you ‘till you soaked his whole forearm to being stuffed to the brim by his synthetic cock, his ridiculous girth stretching your cunny till you cry. as you begged, his fingers quicked until the noises were too loud to even hear him praise you in your ear. you cracked your eyes open and almost orgasmed at what was being done to you. three fingers pumping themselves in and out of you, with boothill using the strength from his forearm to dig himself deeper until he touched your cervix. your thighs shook violently, shifting the rope to reveal the marks it’s already left on your soft flesh. you were close, and he could tell so easily. the way you clenched around his fingers to how quickly your moans subsided into lewd silence was made so stupidly obvious. 

“nasty one aren’t ya? y’gonna cum already?” 

he chuckled, nipping your earlobe as the final knots in your stomach finally snapped. tugging onto his leather vest, you came and came hard. your vision blurred and your legs went numb while you sobbed out in both shock and pleasure. boothill drank up the view in front of him, his pretty baby fucked out and dumber then a lost trotter. your once flawless sundress now ruined at the bottom with the top slipping off of your shoulders. of course, the rope that’s definitely gonna leave some lasting marks, which is exactly what he wanted. 

after all, you’ll come running back with it in hand the moment they fade. ♡

© porcalinecunt 💌 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[pervile]

fucking you with detachable cocks

⸻ boothill & transmasc reader

adult content. minors do not interact. pet names like pup & good/baby boy & bebe are used, sexual experiment (?), squirting, descriptions of top surgery scars, mention of impregnation, rough sex, prone bone. 1.5k wc

✦ basically he has detachable metal cocks and he fucks you with a monster lookin one. . .not rlly proof-read just pure horny tbh im not rlly sorry for this lmao. thoughts are thunking, maybe i'll leave out the metal dicks next time.

currently thinking about which metal cock boothill fucks you with tonight. you think its absolutely absurd that his body was programmed so thoroughly this way, but it only just prompted the many more unique ways he got to fuck you.

it was also absolutely fanatical that his metal parts became so responsive to pleasure too. sure, they were attachments and they could come off, but you're really starting to wonder how scary it is with how life-like they become once connect to his body.

you discovered quick enough that he could ejaculate like any ordinary guy with a cock, and could even get you pregnant, if he wanted to. of course, the last one is just a theory, considering the idea only popped into your head once you found out he could force an orgasm.

but how on earth are you going to explain to your neighbour when they receive the wrong package in the mail, filled with an assortment of metal attachments that look exactly like cocks, showing up at their doorstep?

saying its...a funny hobby of yours would be a little too embarrassing, so after one encounter, you made sure to get your packages delivered when either you, or boothill, were home.

but tonight is the night, where you get to choose apart of this assortment, and how good your boyfriend gets to fuck you.

you're sitting up perched on the cotton bed sheets, legs tucked under your butt as you place one hand along the tip of your chin in eager thought. boothill is laying in front of you with his pussy out on display–well, what looks like one without any attachments anyways. maybe one day you'll discard the idea of metal cocks for one night and rub one off with him.

that too, was also a brilliant idea. but...tonight, your long-awaited, limited-edition one came in early, and you needed to try it as quickly as you possibly could.

boothill's legs were spread in front of you in anticipation for the one you'd actually pick, and he gulps mildly when you do pick the largest one there–for someone who wasn't getting fucked, he sure did seem a little terrified of its size.

you sort of giggle to yourself before picking up its weight, twirling it around under the ceiling light to get a good look and feel of it.

". . .baby boy, are ya sure yer can handle, that, size? why don't we start with somethin' smaller first- y'know...to get you warmed up-"

"why are you so scared for, hmm? besides i've wanted you to fuck me with this one since the day i saw it." your legs quiver a bit in excitement and you feel your clit throb hot once your awareness is brought to the ridges and edges on the shaft.

"doesn't it look so pretty?"

you bring it up to his face with gleaming eyes and boothill sighs, bringing a hand up to move it away from his face.

"fudge- i mean...alright darlin', if this is what yer want. but i can't promise i'll go easy on ya tonight then."

you give him this devious smirk before scooting further between his legs. "hehe, that's the whole plan though!"

as you proceed to attach the metal cock to him, you make sure to tell boothill to sit still. he does so very willingly and later jolts when it finally clicks in.

what looks like precum, instantly oozes out the top of the tongue-like crown and down the black-metallic shaft. you instantly feel the metal grow a bit warm between your palms, and it compels you to rub your thighs together when you see him twitch.

boothill lets out another puff of air before inclining into you and deflecting your attention from the metal cock. he kisses you affectionately and you kiss back, making sure to bare no teeth when inserting his tongue into your mouth. he then goes to grab your face, pressing more into you, before finally pushing you onto your back against the bed.

your body bobs with the fall and you smirk up at him, letting some of his hair fall around your head. while giving him a wide grin, you play with the baby hairs adorning the back of his neck when you wrap arms around him.

"are you sure you can feel anything with all these attachments?" you proceed to say, while rubbing a thigh against the cock.

boothill responds well by grunting with eyelashes fluttering momentarily. "why? yer tryna see if yer can have my kids or somethin'? don't provoke me pup."

"oh, yeah?" you say, both of your lips awfully close to each other, as if they were dancing.

without warning, boothill then flips you onto your back and rubs his new, shiny cock against your asshole, slipping each time he does. more precum spills out the top from this and he pants a little harder.

"yer said this one is self-lubricated, ain't it?" he questions the back of your head before you're putting the side of your face on the back of your palms, looking up at him.

"mhm, yup. so, you can slip right in and- NGH?!"

boothill obliges without you even need finishing the rest of your sentence, pushing the slim crown in, and each bump and ridge one at a time before bottoming out inside your cunt.

your, small, puffy dick rubs against the mattress, and it forces you to lift your hips into him, which, of course, you immediately regret once doing so.

"AH- shi- oh my fucking god...! fuck boothill-"

he can't quite explain it, but the way you restrict around him feels too real. like this is his own cock ripping you open. it drives him insane when he decides to pull out and sink into you again, as if each ridge of the metal cock had separate nerves of its own–he could feel everything, and he wasn't quite sure how long he'd last like this because of it.

boothill listens to your profanities before fucking you rough in prone bone, your legs slightly separated while his cold, metal thighs rubbed against the outside of your waist. the stark contrast of his body being so chilly and the cock attached to him so warm, made you shiver in ecstasy.

"ya feel so fudging good, i think i am going a bit insane." he pants against your ear before pressing more of his heavy weight into your back, the rest of his hair falling over your forehead when he brings a metal finger into your mouth.

"boothill-" you whine, sucking the cold surface, "try a little ngh deeper."

his eyebrows furrow as you squeeze him. "deeper? isn't yer sensitive spot somewhere here?" he pummels into you faster, and you swear you could see stars with how sharp the edges felt on his dick.

"oh fuck- i want it- ugh- yes, yes yes!! boothill!!!" you shriek out his name as your calves come up to to flail against the pressure he's putting against you.

"take it all, bebe. take it all."

boothill then flips you onto your side, bringing one of your legs up over his shoulder as the other one tucks under his own legs. this position allowed him to fuck you even deeper, places you thought couldn't be reached.

you're now able to get a clear picture of what sort of mess he was making of your cunt, a prominent bulge of him inside your stomach clearly showing on the surface with every brutal thrust.

boothill is surprised when he see's this as well, and his cheeks instantly flush a brighter red that causes him to accidentally cum inside of you.

you're not sure if him cumming without warning was what freaked you out, but the amount of cum he was pumping into you shouldn't be considered safe.

"fuck?! boothill?!" you choke on your words and look up at him, tearing your gaze from your puffy cunt. he then proceeds to lean over you, bending you in half, and placing one metal foot beside your head. this new position shouldn't even be classed safe, and you have a feeling that tomorrow your back will be hurting like hell.

but the immense pleasure he was giving you was unbearable–him taking advantage of how nice he felt overstimulated by abusing the nice spot inside of you.

you squirt over his dick with a cry, eyes shooting wide when you grab onto his metal arm for support.

"thats it, my good boy. yer doing so well, fudge. i think- i might cum again."

and he does, spilling the rest of his liquid inside of you as your toes curl from being fucked through your orgasm.

after a bit, boothill collapses into you, keeping his metal dick still sheathed inside of your cunt. when he lifts his head, he proceeds to trace the scars along your chest, biting and playing with your nipples with his jagged teeth.

you give him this dazed look as you wrap your arms around him and he gives you his signature smirk. you then groan and whince a bit when you realise how full your stomach is with his cum.

"are you trying to get me pregnant or kill me? fuck- maybe this was a terrible idea giving you a toy without restrictions."

"forget the the dick then, lets do it without it next time, yer?"

your eyes instantly open from this in excitement, "wait, are you for real!?"

[kiskisur]

the guy continued to rail you, panting and grunting right beside your ear before he pulled your hair back to make out with you.

"I bet he doesn't fuck you like this huh? praise you and even make you cum for once." blade whispered, huffing as he groaned and took you from behind like a dog in heat.

"b-blade, please..! I'm- nngh it's too much, I-I can't!" you cry out, only to receive a chuckle from the black-haired man before he continued his assault and looked down at you.

"oh? it's too much for the pretty boy? that's too bad now." he noticed the tears glistening your eyes and slowed down, his fingers travels to your face to wipe the tears off your face.

"aw come on, don't cry now.. you can take it just let me make you feel good" blade cooed, kissing your forehead before smiling softly.

(I don't play honkai anymore so I'm sorry if I made a mistake 😭)

[totallynotamanlover]

Heyyy fic writters real quick!! I promise this won't take too long

Please remember the difference between AFAB reader and FEM reader!

AFAB: assigned female at birth.

FEM: obviously, female.

Tagging your fics with "afab reader" and then throwing a "she/her" or any feminine pronouns is WRONG, that's FEM reader.

Afab is an umbrella term that groups not only females but also trans, non-binary, intersex, etc. (It's literally just people who were born with a pussy)

FEM reader is the specification of gender your reader has, you're making it clear that the content of your fic is made for people who identify themselves as fem (or people who use she/her as pronouns)

PLEASE, I am on my knees hands up and begging. Tag. Your. Writings. Correctly.

As someone who is AFAB, it makes me so sad to be reading a fic that specifies that the reader is afab only to be slapped in the face with a "she/her" or "girl". Not only it is infuriating but it makes me feel invalidated about my own identity.

Ty for reading, sorry if this comes as rude (it really isn't my intention) but I just want to make sure yall know how to tag properly so no one has to deal with being blasted by the wrong pronouns.

[prettyboy-basement]

. . . searching . . . found ! jing yuan’s bunny (mean!jing yuan x ftm!reader)

“what’s this?”

jing yuan was gazing at his floor where a young man had been dumped on the floor. he had seen foxians before, however this was more interesting. he had never known for someone to be born with bunny ears and tail.

“a gift for you, general.”

he watched you and your eyes. they were wide, clearly scared, and he… was interested in what else those eyes could look like.

“you two are dismissed.”

the guards nodded and stepped out of the room, closing the door with a click and jing yuan stepped over to you, crouching down to look hpyou in the eyes.

“pretty thing… they probably treated you so roughly…”

you slowly nodded and jing yuan picked you up and brought you over to his bed and set you down. it was soft, the general was well-aware, dozing there in the afternoons, napping his worries away.

“your room… is very nice, sir…” your voice was soft and you muttered all of your words.

jing yuan tried to resist his natural urges, but with your cute little words, it was impossible.

he pushed you down on the bed and leaned over you. "i'm aware it's a nice room. it was made specially for me."

you trembled below him. "p-please don't hurt me..."

jing yuan brushed your hair out of your face and hummed, leaning down to kiss your neck.

"i would never hurt you... something like you needs to be treated gently and softly... you're delicate..."

"sir...?"

jing yuan kissed down to your chest. "i wonder... how much of him is..."

he pulled down your pants and your squeaked and tried to cover yourself, but jing yuan pulled your legs apart.

"everything..."

"h-huh-?"

he pulled you close and pushed his pants down slightly to let his cock out.

"a-ah... wait..."

he pushed his way through, into you. you tried shoving him off, but he leaned his weight over you, overpowering you very easily and quickly.

"so.. soft... so tight... ahhh fuck, i needed this..."

his hips slammed into you and soon you were reduced whines, whimpers, and moans. he sighed happily.

"you like that, don't you?"

"mmnnn... hmmm..."

"good boy... good- haahh..."

he spilled inside of you, feeling his cum gush down.

"there we go... you'll just stay here and take my cum... and be my personal breeding toy... isn't that fun?"

you slowly nodded, panting and jing yuan chuckled.

"how cute..."

[yandollies]

UPCOMING WORKS && IDEAS

Hello, pretty things <3 My name is Naaji and I'm a hypersexual writer, writing to get some of my thoughts and feelings out instead of letting them sit. My pronouns are he/him and I'm a gay trans man, so most of my writings will either be male reader or gn reader. That being said, anybody regardless of gender or sexual orientation is welcome to interact :3

I don't take requests, but you're free to leave thirsts / brainrots anytime! If I find the concept interesting I might write a little drabble or some hcs about it ^_^

WARNING : This account will contain smut and possibly disturbing topics written by a minor. I don't care who interacts with me, but if you're uncomfortable with this please leave for your own sake <3

Moving on to more of what I'll write...

I will be writing smut and dark content such as: yanderes, underage sex (between two minors), large age gaps (18 & late 30s / 40s ?), threesomes, character x reader, character x character

(PS: I might also add some of my own hcs to the writing just because I love my hcs and I want everyone to know)

However, I will also write fluff or familial relationships (platonic) every once and a while! (And maybe angst if I'm feeling it)

Some fandoms that I'm into and may write about are: Bungou Stray Dogs, Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail, Reverse 1999, Final Fantasy, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Heaven Official's Blessing, Pokemon, Omori, The Legend Of Zelda, Devilman Crybaby, Fairy Tail, The Summer Hikaru Died, Project Sekai, and Alien Stage

Some of my favorite characters to write for are: Kaedehara Kazuha, Shikanoin Heizou, Scaramouche / Wanderer, Freminet, Neuvillette, Wriothesley - Fukuzawa Fukichi, Oda Sakunosuke, Nakahara Chuuya, Atsushi Nakajima, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Osamu Dazai, Edgar Allan Poe - Blade, Dan Heng, Aventurine, Gepard - Pavia, Зима, Shamane, Horropedia, Forget Me Not - Adaman, Volo, Bede, Gladion, N, Kieran, Guzma - Till, Ivan (The boyfriends..,.,..) - alot more I can't list all of them

Some of my favorite ships: Kawoshin, Ivantill, Soukoku (specifically 15!skk), Kazuhei, Wriolette, Kazuxiao, Suntan, Sunflower, Cactiflower, Sunturine, Sunhill, Akiryo

I will also likely write about some ocs of mine or just unnamed character concepts.

Some things that I will NOT be writing: minor x adult, smut containing young children (1 - 12 yrs old), r-pe, SA, noncon, stepcest / incest, kinks containing bodily fluids or anything like that (piss, scat, vomit, sweat, etc. Sorry.. just not into that)

Masterlist coming soon !!!!

Reminder that I am a minor and I do have school and other things going on in my life, so posts might not be that frequent .. Sorry lovelies </3 Goodbye for now !! ^_< ♡

[chososlittlestuttyboy]

iris—19 he/him , I write for people (men):3

Rules & Masterlist:3 Tysm Luna:3

chososlittleboy ─please make your own fics!

[bell4lan]

These are the characters that were requested. One from each fandom was pretty perfect, but I still can't choose! I'd appreciate if you guys helped me by voting! :)

[freyito]

ꜰᴀᴅɪɴɢ ꜱᴛᴀʀʟɪɢʜᴛ

✭ pairing(s): argenti x ftm reader

✩ inspo: Watch What Happens by Chris Montez

★ summary: Argenti adorns his boyfriends fading scars with hundreds of kisses and all the worship he can show.

✧ a/n: this (and the second part of this fic) may be my most self-indulgent fic yet... uhmmmm this is (in essence) kind of a more 'serious' fic then i write. still fluffy of course just definitely some heavy undertones, so please be careful if anything in the cw triggers you. also before anyone asks YES i am a person with scars and YES this is my form of healing. and also YES it does get better... just so you know :)

🗒 cw: ftm reader, hurt/comfort, mention of self-harm, sh scars, mention of suicide attempts, depiction of depression, mention body dysphoria, proofread

✎ wc: 1.3k

You are beautiful, plain and simple. You can’t remember how many times Argenti has told you that, in all his poetics and knightly glory. So beautiful that he had broken his vow of asceticism. Even with how disheveled you look in the morning, when your hair is unruly and hard to tame, when all you can do is yawn and stretch and ask for ‘five more minutes’. Even when you don’t want to look in the mirror in fear of looking like someone else entirely. Even with the raised skin that peppers your skin from the blades of the past.

Argenti makes sure you know day in, day out. Even when he’s away, his words take hold in those moments that you feel lost. Melancholy holds no place in your home, he makes sure of that. Any tears that dare to fall he kisses away, he chases off nightmares so diligently, and leaves no room for doubt, in yourself, or in him. Everything he does is not only an act of love, but an act of devotion, bordering on worship.

He is afraid of losing you, of course. As most mortals are afraid of losing what is close to them, the fear always lingers. But it is not because of your scars, or your body. He is simply afraid. He treats your scars as if they are the most beautiful brush strokes of a painting, your body is a work of art and he’ll be damned to not enjoy it.

Tonight, he is showing his devotion once more, holding your hand with his lips pressed against your palm, your head in his lap. Your hands aren’t necessarily the softest, skin picked and chewed around your fingertips, your nails bitten, all sorts of small cuts decorated your fingers, some covered with bandaids, some scabbed over. Argenti doesn’t care, he simply presses another kiss to your palm, mumbling something about how wonderful your hands are, something you don’t quite catch. His eyes are half-lidded as his gaze meets yours, that small shimmer of admiration shine back at you within those emeralds, making you blush ever so slightly.

His lips move from your palm to your wrist, another chaste kiss pressed against the first scar of many. It’s a little ticklish, is all. He has never looked at your scars with pity, his gaze never lingers for too long. He never frowns when he sees them, only gives you that soft smile, and maybe even a head tilt.

Before, when he had met you, the scars that decorated your wrists and shoulders were scabbed over, and he looked at you all the same. As if he had recognized it. Not as if he had pitied it. Of course he was worried, who wouldn’t be? But he never pushed the topic, not that he was silent about it. The more days you were sober, the more praise he showered down upon you. He never admonished you if you had relapsed, he never gave you anything but a reassuring look. And he’s kissed the scars, bandaged or otherwise, all the same.

By now, your scars are fading, albeit, slowly. Neither you nor Argenti can tell if you… like it. It is jarring to watch those reminders of what you’ve done fade, disappear as if you had never taken a blade to your skin. You know you should be glad, and be proud, because you had made it past all those nights where you could barely breathe, where your vision was blurry and the only thought on your mind was ‘i want to die’. Some of those times, Argenti would come around, sweep you out of that mind space, lay down and trace over your scars before you had the chance to open them. Those had been the only time he gazed upon you with anything other than reassurance and love. The most clear expression of worry, when he wiped away your tears, the way he was ever so hesitant to leave you alone when you wanted space.

However, it is a celebration tonight, despite the precarious feelings about these marks fading. Every scar Argenti pays homage to, a fleeting kiss pressed to it before moving onto the next. You both stay quiet, the only noise filtering into the moon-light washed room being the soft, wistful sighs of the wind. It is a tender moment, the knight’s eyes focused on your skin, thumb running over the scars he had kissed as he moves onto the next.

Every kiss feels like a new beginning, your sins against your own humanity, your own being, etched into your skin as a haunting reminder to the void of Nihility that had built itself a home within the hollow of your heart. Yet, his kisses, his attentions, even those small, sweeping glances, and the even smaller huffs that you translate to soft laughs, they are the most perfect repentance. A feeling of whole, perhaps even happiness wells within your stomach as Argenti’s kisses become more frequent, fluttering and ticklish. You hold back a snicker, trying not to disturb the tranquility of such a tender, meaningful moment.

Yet, the knight takes notice, of course. His normally content half-smile breaks into a full-on smile, his eyes crinkling slightly as he takes in your laughter and doubles it. He leans down, urging you up by your hand. You meet him half-way, his lips gracing yours in a slow kiss, one that would last longer if you hadn’t let a giggle slip through. You feel Argenti’s smile widen against your lips, and he breaks the kiss, nuzzling his nose against yours.

Despite how close you had been to him for about the past hour, his cologne washes over you now. It’s light and airy, carrying the faint scent of petrichor and vanilla, and an even fainter scent of leather. It is a scent that brings back vivid, winding memories. Your first dance under the stars, how Argenti was so confident as a lead, laughing as you stumbled over every other step, how close he was to you, hair cascading around you two like a veil everytime he dipped you. Another memory, the way his eyes softened when he first saw your scars, yet there was no judgment passed from him. All he did was smile, his eyes showing no pity, no words exchanged, and kissed your cheek.

His rumbling, oddly giddy laugh brings you back from your nostalgic daydream, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek once more. His hand releases your wrist, coming down to help you properly sit in his lap, thumbs caressing your waist. Those sweet, gentle eyes stare into yours, nothing but devotion glaring back at you. It’s enough to make butterflies blossom in your stomach, your cheeks heating up like it was your first date, despite being with him for a year and some change. It’s a wonderful feeling, really. Soon your own laughter joins his as he begins to pepper your face in kisses, one on your nose, on your cheek, your lips, under your eye, and so forth. The only words that dare to break the comfortable feel of the atmosphere come minutes later.

“I’m proud of you.”

No monologue follows after as you are used to, and the sound of Argenti’s smooth voice echoes through your mind. You blank for a second, relishing in those words. It’s as if sunlight draped over you on a spring day, and suddenly there’s no need to feel… melancholic. There’s no need to feel guilty over your scars, there’s no need to feel scared, sad, or anything else but happy that your scars are fading.

All chapters end, you know this. There has always been something somber about finishing your favorite book, your favorite show, your favorite game. Perhaps you have a sequel, or even a prequel to get to. But it has never been the same as the story before, left with some sort of mark of the past, and that was it. Scars.

Perhaps you are okay with your scars fading.

After all, even stars fade. They explode, really, become supernovae, and shine even brighter than they once had.

© freyito, 2024 | masterlist | queue | kofi | star header by roseschoices DO NOT REPOST AS YOUR OWN OR USE FOR AI/AI CHATBOTS.

[shirakow]

˗ˏˋ꒰ note ꒱ ; Gepard x Male!reader with FTM!Reader in mind but no specific genitals mentioned !

. . . extra ; short self-indulgent fic for tonight , planning to make a devil!Rody Lamoree fic in a few days .

Imagine he comes home extremely tired from work, and you're just sitting prettily in one of his shirts over a long sleeved one. Dear Lord, that would make him so aroused.

Bonus points if Gepard came home from a bad work day. Oh the thought of Gepard going down on you slowly despite his frustrations from his job. Honey, that's a man, not a boy. Of course he'll treat you like the pretty prince you are <3

But imagine it, Gepard going slow but thrusting so fucking deep into you, to the point you start thinking he's so mean for bullying his fat cock into your hole. He'd be so gentle with it too? His hands holding onto your hips as he puts you in a mating press; his head buried into your shoulder as he whispers praises into your ear.

Tells you how good you're being for him, and how sorry he is for having to use you as a way to relieve himself. He can't help it, you're just so handsome, so sweet, his sweet boy!

"You're doing so great—mmmha...—I know, I'm s-sorry, I'm so mean...~ I-I'll make it up to you sweet boy, I'm so s-sorry...—" He'd whisper into your ear while tearing up from how good you feel around his twitching dick. Always so warm and tight for him, and it's driving him insane! It's like your pretty whole was made solely for him, and only him!

@ shirakow ! Holy shit I'm actually in heat , I can't stop thinking about Gepard .

[l1tw1ck]

stepdad who gets off on being recorded

bottom ftm stepdad x top amab reader

think: gallagher hsr, joel miller, miguel o'hara, enji todoroki, etc

cw: afab language, voyeurism, creampie

When you got home early the last thing you were expecting was to hear the moans of your stepdad, let alone seeing him record himself. You couldn't ignore this, it's impossible to pry your eyes away from him through the crack of the door.

He stares at the tripod in front of him, slowly fucking himself with a thick and clear dildo. He's only wearing a button up, the buttons undone in a way to show off his big and hairy chest. You palm your boner and watch as his plump pussy sucks in the fake dick, covering it with his juicy slick. He picks up the pace and throws his head back, filling the room with even dirtier sounds. He moans your name, causing you to pause. "Gon- gonna squirt f'you~" He bites his lip. You remain still and stare at him, completely mesmerized. He squirts, just as he promised. He takes out the dildo and places it next to him. You feel your cock begging to be freed and take the dildo's place. You open up the door and he jumps in shock. "You- you're home early.." He says sheepishly.

"I had no idea that you were such a slut." You smirk, walking towards him. "You like recording yourself? Imagining your stepson fucking your slutty pussy while you whore yourself out in front of a camera?"

He nods, trembling.

"You want the real thing though, don't you?" You unbuckle your belt. He lets out a desperate whimper, cunt throbbing as he sees your hard cock in all its glory. You take his phone and position it so that it records his entire body and slap his pussy with your cock, making him twitch. You steadily inch your cock inside his warmth. "You're tight." You groan, watching his pussy swallow you with a hot and wet hug.

☆

Your stepdad cries out in pleasure, his head pressed against the pillow as you plow into him. The gaze of both you and his camera making it all the more pleasurable. He moans your name. "Clo- close~!"

"Gonna squirt for me again, baby?" You grin, stroking his t-dick.

"Ye- yes!" He tries to say something else but gets interrupted by his orgasm, clear liquid soaking your cock.

Your thrusts become uneven, his tight walls squeezing you encourages your cock to release everything it has inside him. Your cum floods his insides, causing your stepdad to have a small orgasm. You point the camera at his pussy and slowly pull out. You feel yourself getting hard again as you watch your cum flow out of his hole. He's so sexy.

[hayisins]

cross dressing x genshin + hsr ! ♡

how our darling boys would react to you cross dressing ! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

contains : afab!ftm reader !! MALE terms and pronoun usage !! this one is for all my fellow roseboys ~

featuring : diluc , childe , xiao , gepard , blade , + dr.ratio ! ♡

001 — DILUC

he’s in pure and utter shock at first. he wasn’t expecting to find you in his office at the winery, cutely bent over his desk in such a revealing little maid outfit. while you pretended to fake clean something — he watched you closely.

eventually one of diluc’s hands pressed right against the small of your back, letting out a small grumble as he pushes his hips into your ass. evidence of your little idea working wonders poking into the soft flesh between both your ass cheeks. he’s still silent though — hasn’t spoken yet. turning around you find him flushed bright red, matching his hair beautifully.

“you look so handsome my little firefly . . however — i don’t think i can hold back.”

002 — CHILDE

it was his idea. he proposed such an outfit from you. being the cheeky bastard he is, its no surprise that he begs you to wear a skirt in public so he can mess around with you.

that's exactly how you ended up in the middle of a mall with his hand gently grazing your thighs every now and again. he stands behind you, one hand finding your waist and the other sliding its way up your thigh.

“imagine if all these people knew what you were really up too . . now let’s find a bathroom yeah?”

003 — XIAO

he wasn’t even aware of your plans to do this. xiao was already shy and timid as it was when you dressed in nothing but baggy shirts and tiny shorts, a mini skirt? this was a whole new ball park.

he’s cooking a dish in the kitchen when you spring on him, arms around his waist and gently tickling his neck with your hair until he finally spins to see what attire you have on and his eyes nearly bulge out of his head.

“wow . . you — . . . wow. you are . . so handsome — uh . . dinner? oh it . . can wait i guess.”

004 — GEPARD

a secret fetish of his. one he’d never ever admit. behind his stone wall expressions and his intense work ethic was a man who truly yearned for the kinky and deranged things you came up with.

him being a total virgin you always took the lead. it was you who was currently sat on his lap in a light blue babydoll, grinding your hips down onto his rapidly growing bulge while he tried to keep his moans in his throat. how could he when his beautiful boy looked this amazing?

“y-you . . really don’t have to — aeons, please . . stop teasing !”

005 — BLADE

blade is . . well — he’s different. blade doesn’t give you a change to parade around the new dress you acquired. before you even get to the door he’s on you like a leech, hands slipping under the dress you wore (deliberately might i add) and groping at your hips.

you can quite literally feel how hard he is against your ass, grunts of annoyance seep from him as he attacks your neck in a feverish attempt of claiming you as his.

“such a pretty little doll . . how could you ever go out like this when every inch of your skin is fucking mine?”

006 — DR.RATIO

at first he has no reaction when you come into the room with a new outfit, he doesn’t even seem to look in your direction until he almost can’t resist. he sneaks a look when you’re distracted speaking to someone else, his eyes trailing your entire complexion.

without a word he’s suddenly out of his chair and placing a hand on the small of your back, a silent code you two had developed for needing eachothers attention. that’s how you end up in the bathroom with him, sat in his lap while he rubs his knee inbetween your easily accessible thighs.

“of course you had to be a whore and distract me from my work. tsch, someone ought to teach you a lesson little boy. might as well be the smartest man in the room.”

[kiskisur]

ᝰ.ᐟ Don't look too hard

rules || info || about me || tags || fandoms

✿ ︴masterlist ! ⌕ ꩜

▻ genshin !! ~

!! SCARAMOUCHE

♡ ;; leaves will soon grow - scaramouche x ftm!reader = fluff

warning: ftm!reader, fluff, gender dysphoria, scaramouche just being a sweetheart, no pronouns mentioned just "you"

dom!scaramouche x sub!male!reader

warnings: NSFW, degradation kink

grumpy!scaramouche x sunshine!gn!reader

warnings: sunflower!gn!reader x grumpy!scaramouche, fluff honestly?

grumpy!scaramouche x sunshine!gn!reader p2

warnings: nothing in particular, auntie nahida ‼️🗣️, scaramouche is scared of nahida because she'll hit him in the head with a slipper if he makes (name) cry.

scaramouche x m!reader

warnings: NSFW, scaramouche praises you, mentions of being straight (idk if it's a warning..?) scaramouche is smart at math ig, based on a convo with scara bot ehe, blowjob (scaramouche receiving)

sugar baby!scaramouche x reader

warnings: NSFW, risky sex(?) gn!reader, whiny scaramouche

♡ ;; it's so warm kabukimono x ftm!reader = smut

warnings: NSFW, kabukimono is new here like actually, kabukimono x ftm!reader, honestly dk how to write a pussy so receive a hole 💔 buff reader and smaller kabukimono is so...

tsundere!wanderer x gn!reader

warnings: nothing really just fluff

!! LYNEY

♡ ;; at pagtapos ang himas ng sandali. - lyney x male reader = angst

warnings: angst no comfort, [name]'s parents are a bitch🔥, male reader, he/him pronouns, reader is referred to as [name] :)

♡ ;; we fell in love in october. - lyney x male reader = fluff

warnings: male reader, lyney being a cutie patootie :((, reader is referred as [name] and goes by they/them pronouns, slight angst(?)

♡ ;; I'm scared. lyney x gn!reader = angst

warnings: angst with no comfort, gn!reader x lyney, no specific pronouns just "you"!

!! CHILDE

♡ ;; and the reason is clear. - childe x male reader = fluff

warnings: male reader, fluff yesyes, reader is referred to as [name], it's short because I'm sleepy 🥹

♡ ;; sex by the fire at night. alpha!childe x omega!male reader = smut

warnings: NSFW. sub!bottom male reader, dom!top childe, praise kink, it's short sadly :(:(:(, childe calls reader pup, no pronouns mentioned just "you"!! amab reader

♡ ;; It'll always be you, dear. Insecure!male reader x famous!childe = fluff

warnings: a shitty girl is gossiping (real), insecure (?) male reader x famous childe, fluff only ehe

!! ZHONGLI

♡ ;; I'm here whenever you need it. Zhongli x ftm reader = fluff with slight angst

warnings: nothing but fluff, reader gets misgendered, slight angst with comfort, no specific pronouns for reader, male reader

!! NEUVILETTE

♡ ;; pretty boy neuvilette x attorney!ftm!reader = smut

warnings: NSFW, sub!ftm!reader x dom!neuvilette, reader has a pussy, praising, basically neuvilette worshipping your body because yes, breeding kink sure

♡ ;; my dearest neuvilette x gn!reader = fluff

warnings: nothin' but fluff ehe, chaotic!gn!reader x calm!neuvilette, reader can destroy literally anything, cutie patootie otter 🤭 reader is scared of rats, short because I got lazy and I still need to write a lot 💔

♡ ;; rare creature neuvillette and melusine!gn!reader

warnings: nothing in particular, gn melusine, reader's pronouns are they/them, a bit spoilers ig? nervous reader ‼️‼️

!! XIAO

♡ ;; you know I can't fight the feeling xiao x adeptus!male reader = angst with comfort

warnings: angst with comfort, adeptus!male reader x xiao, he/him pronouns for [name] (you!) (sorry huhu it helps me improve my writing but I'll try in a 2nd POV maybe? ^^), reader goes missing for hundreds of years

♡ ;; you feel too good, my love.. top!xiao x bottom!m!reader = smut

warnings: NSFW, top!xiao x bottom!male reader, both are virgins so they don't know shit, some funny moments (?), praise kink (yeah I'm sorry 😭) lots of teasing and playing around

♡ ;; Instead of being such a brat across the world how about I put you in your place? dom!xiao x demon!sub!male reader = smut

warnings: NSFW, dom!xiao x demon!sub!male reader, xiao fucks the "evil" out of him, degradation kink, reader has a tail and horns so xiao takes advantage of it this is NOT dub-con and noncon it's just reader being bratty asf, breeding (?) kink

!! VENTI

♡ ;; we'll be a fine line. venti x male/ftm reader = angst

warnings: male reader, angst with no comfort, venti x reader, reader died from a sickness from childhood

!! WRIOTHESLEY

(currently recreating!)

♡ ;; that's loving in your eyes. sub!top wriothesley x dom!bottom gn!reader = smut

warnings: gender neutral reader, NSFW. wriothesley just being a submissive good boy (it's so hot wgat), dom!bottom reader x sub!top wriothesley, reader's pronouns are they/them, praise kink and maybe a little degradation kink? little breeding kink

!! KAEYA

♡ ;; did you get enough love? parent!kaeya and child!reader = pure fluff p1

warnings: nothing just pure fluff, gn!reader, reader is a minor and kaeya is a dad, reader's pronouns are they/them but more of a "you"!

♡ ;; my little dove. parent!kaeya and child!reader p2

warnings: nothing really, just fluff, father!kaeya and child!reader (PLATONIC.) not a kaeya x diluc, your pronouns are they/them :)

!! CYNO

♡ ;; I see nobody dom!top cyno x sub!bottom male reader = smut

warnings: NSFW, male reader, no pronouns mentioned, just "you", top!cyno x bottom!male reader, reader is cocky and famous while cyno is the quiet nerdy type (ikr it's hot), reader cheats on his girlfriend, praise and degradation kink, risky sex(?)

!! LISA

♡ ;; more, darling! Top male reader x bottom lisa = smut

warnings: NSFW, male reader, top male reader x power bottom lisa, praise kink, mommy kink (ik I have mommy issues)

!! ALHAITHAM

♡ ;; I don't feel the same = alhaitham x gn!reader = angst no comfort

warnings: angst no comfort, gn!reader x alhaitham, kaveh x alhaitham (cutie ehe) Modern AU because yeah, it's short sorry!! :((

!! DOTTORE

dom!dottore x sub!male!reader

warnings: NSFW, clones, praise kink, he worships your body ig?

!! KAVEH

♡ ;; my boy. kaveh x playboy!m!reader = smut

warnings: NSFW, playboy!mreader x top kaveh, slight degrading kink, kaveh whimpers while fucking you because I said so, possessive ig

♡ ;; pretty begging kaveh x power bottom!male reader = smut

warnings: NSFW, power bottom!male reader x top!kaveh, short sadly because I ran out of ideas 😞, bondage, kaveh begs (down bad right there)

!! BENNETT

bennett x gn!reader

warnings: nothing but flufff~

▻ obey me !! ~

!! MAMMON

♡ ;; I get drunk pretend that I'm over sub!top mammon x dom!bottom male reader = smut

warnings: NSFW. dom!bottom male reader x sub!top mammon, sugar baby!mammon and sugar daddy!reader, praise kink, mammon being subby it's cute fr, no pronouns mentioned but reader is a male so.., mammon is possessive and wants you to himself.

!! SATAN

dom!satan x sub!m!reader

warnings: NSFW, Satan is a stranger at first ig? praise kink.

!! ASMODEUS

♡ ;; his eyes are like angels asmodeus x male reader = fluff

warning: fluff, male reader x asmodeus, asmodeus doesn't really fall in love since he is the avatar of lust but..

▻ honkai star rail !!

!! BLADE

dom!blade x sub!male!reader

warnings: praise kink, hair pulling, ig crying? blade reassures you, it's short :((

▻ haikyuu !! ~

!! KAGEYAMA

kageyama x sick!reader

warnings: kageyama x gn!reader, reader is sick, nothing in particular just fluff

▻ others !! ~

reader angst

warnings: angst no comfort, you're in a feast day in school, family issues, eating disorder (?)

ayato, gorou, childe x male reader (seperate)

warnings: nothing but fluff, gorou, ayato and childe x m!reader (seperate) stressed out reader, childe still can't believe you're his boyfriend ehe

wriothesley x m!reader x alhaitham x itto

warnings: NSFW, alhaitham x m!reader x wriothesley x itto, very down bad..

Milk fic p1 -> p2

warnings: NSFW, alhaitham x m!reader x wriothesley x itto, very down bad..

warnings for pt 2: warnings: NSFW, alhaitham x wriothesley x m!reader x itto, blowjob, a lot of praise kink + degrading kink, blowjob (alhaitham receiving), mentions of breeding kink

ᝰ.ᐟ might hurt yourself.

admiring from afar. -> angst

[hail-the-veil]

Fandoms, rules and WIP!☠️

RULES:

(SUB! BOT!) MALE CHARACTERS ONLY! (ftm/afab included)

(DOM! TOP!) MALE READER ONLY (amab only)

Any genre allowed (fluff, smut, etc) I'm okay with anything, go as wild as you can, we're not kink shaming here. As long as it's not pedophilia, you're fine. I may take long to finish your request so be patient. I like writing afab/ftm characters 😸 *insert turn your fav male character to masc trans*

-hail

Currently open for request for fandom and characters (more coming soon):

One piece

-Zoro, ace, sanji

The last of us

-joel

Hunger games

-snow, peeta

COD

- tf141, alejandro, konig

atsv (spiderman universe)

-miles, miguel o hara, peter b parker

DC

- d!ck grayson, jason todd, damian wayne, tim drake, bruce wayne, duke thomas

-wally west, barry allen

-roy harper, oliver queen

-hal jordan

-aqualad/garth

-clark kent, conner kent, jon kent

-john constantine

MARVEL

-steve rogers, Matt Murdock,

Jujutsu kaisen

-gojo, geto, nanami, choso, megumi

Baldurs gate 3

-gale, halsin, astarion, wyll, rolan, dammon, raphael, gortash

HSR

-blade, aventurine, welt, sunday, gallgher, jing yuan, boothill, danheng, gepard, dr ratio, sampo

Genshin impact

-zhongli, childe, dottore, baizhu, wriothesley, neuvillete, alhaitham, kaveh, diluc, kaeya, thoma, tighnari

Harry potter

-Harry potter, cedric, draco

Blue lock

-isagi, chigiri, nagi, reo, niko, rin, sae, kaiser, shidou, aryu, kuon

Castlevenia

-Alucard, dracula, trevor, Hector

FNAF

-Michael afton

-leon kennedy, carlos, chris, ethan

Resident evil

Stardew valley

-all the bachelor

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WIP

-raphael (bg3) x TAV/male reader

"a scroll away" (smut; dub con) (very little plot)

-poly! Male reader x sanji x zoro headcanon (Suggestive)