#mtf reader

[teaaagan]

Big spoon

Natasha: here's your cereal

Y/N: can I have a big spoon, please?

Natasha: of course -delicately embraces her from behind-

Y/N: lovely

[mitoad]

[suyikitosmelons]

new year's blessings.

— nsfw. intentional lowercase. no foreplay mentioned but did. gn!reader (no specific genitalia mentioned). creampie (reader receiving). pet names; love (wanderer), windblume (venti). riding.

— pairings; scara/wanderer and venti x reader (seperate)

- wanderer.

being the wanderer's partner and everything has always been a huge advantage to you. the second you come back doing your commissions, he's already clinging onto you like a lost cat.

just like now, except you're in bed with him snuggling up. "love..." he calls out, placing a hand behind your head as he slowly thrusts inside of your needy hole. you moaned, gripping the sheets as you're placed right on top of him. "wanderer..." you said back, your eyes are puffy because of the pleasure. you slowly adjust yourself closer to the indigo-hair boy, kissing him while he pistons his cock inside you.

you felt the coil in your stomach snap, releasing all the built up pleasure onto his hard girth as he came inside you too. his blue eyes traced over your now weakened figure, pulling out as he huffed and pulled you even closer. you're now in his embrace.

"I'm so glad I met you."

— venti

the anemo archon of mondstadt folds in your grasp as you slowly lowered yourself onto his thick manhood. "windblume!" he groaned as you gave yourself some time adjusting to his size. he held your hips still as you started to bounce on his cock.

beads of sweat already intertwining when you and venti's bodies connect, touching the sweetest part of you. you squirmed, "shh, it's okay..." the boy hushes you, reassuring your safety as you kept riding him. "just... go faster, please." you begged, he switched positions so he could be the one in charge. "my one, my windblume..." he whispered, starting to thrust inside you.

that was the time you came with him in unison, gripping the back of his head for a small little kiss. he giggled when you told him you're so full of his cum now.

"so cute..."

[mlm-writer]

Peter Parker & the 5 Love Languages Headcanons

Pairing:  Peter Parker (TASM) x Gender Neutral Reader Rating: General Audience Summary: The Big Tober Day 11 - The 5 Love Languages

Words of affirmation

Peter is not that good at words, he often gets a little tongue-tied. He can’t help it. He is just always enthralled by you and it makes it hard to get the words together. 

Peter also sometimes just doesn’t know what to say. He is really more a man of action. 

He loves to be on the receiving end of it though. His whole face lights up when you praise or compliment him. Words mean a great deal to him, especially since he hangs onto everything you say to him. 

Acts of service

Peter is a big acts of service guy. He would do anything for you, especially helping you with college work. He has this big brain anyway, what better use for it than helping you?

Peter would clean your apartment if you’re going through shit. 

Peter doesn’t like being on the receiving end of this very much. He is prone to feeling like a burden. Sure he appreciates it, but too much makes him uncomfortable and it is too much real quick. 

When he is sick and you offer to take care of him, he will accept, but he must and shall repay the favour or he will feel bad about it. 

Gifts

Peter will mostly give flowers, but when he has been on a trip without you, you can bet on a tacky souvenir. 

Favourite gifts are t-shirts, snowglobes and fridge magnets. 

When you give him something, he will cherish it each time. 

Peter keeps everything you give him in a box or puts it on display or uses it daily. He loves to show off whatever you give him as well. He is just so cute about it. 

Quality time

One of Peter’s favourites. Just being together makes him happy. 

Peter also loves trying new things with you. Tinkering with left-over components is one of his favourite things to do, but he also likes to cook with you or bake. 

Pottery workshop was one of the favourite things you did together. 

Peter is a bit clingy. He wants to have quality time all the time. 

Physical touch

Ultimate favourite!!!

Like I said Peter is a little clingy and this extends to physically clingy. 

Why do you think he likes swinging together? 

It's all about the hand holding, comforting hugs and cuddles on the couch while bingeing something. 

Peter also needs that reassure sometimes that you are unharmed. He lives a dangerous life and he needs that physical confirmation that you're alive and safe in his arms. 

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[theyanderespecialist]

Yandere Velvette X MtF Reader Headcanons: Velvette's Trans Woman (Hazbin Hotel)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back, back Again~ Queen is Back, tell a friend, Guess who's back~~~ Dananana~ This one is Velvette X Male To Female, Trans Woman! Now please do enjoy this!] 

(Disclaimer: Velvette is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and Not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon!) 

(DISCLAIMER: TRANS WOMEN ARE WOMEN AND TRANS MEN ARE MEN AND NON-BINARY ARE THEY/THEMS but can also be considered trans cause yes some Non-binary do transition as well!

RESPECT MY TRANS MUFFINS Or You will be blocked if you spread hate or bigotry on my page you are done! You can keep your belief to yourself thank you!) 

-Yandere Headcanons With Velvette X Trans Woman Reader- 

.Velvette is a woman who does not mind her friend and the love of her life, also being a woman. 

.She also was very supportive of helping dress you, gurl she cannot let the woman of her dreams not be styling. 

.Even if you are a basic bisch pumpkin spice-loving type of girl, she is going to make you a sexy-ass basic bitch! 

.She also LOVES to go on dates with you and show you off. 

.She supported you when you came out. 

.She supported you when you started to socially transition. 

.She made all your clothes by hand, taking extra care of love into them. Being so proud when you break out into a smile of wearing the dresses. 

.She also loved when you had your first spinny dress moment. 

.She also loves making dresses with pockets for you. 

.She would be the type to make trans-inclusive dresses and suits, such as built-in padding or binding and or tucking for the trans muffins that need it. 

.With you as her model for MTF clothing. 

.She also would be helping you get your hormones. 

.ALL The bills for transitions, will be paid for, from clothes, to hormones, to surgeries. 

.If you did not want bottom surgery. 

.She would understand, and you would be no less of a woman in her eyes. 

It just means you and her can do extra sex stuff. 

.She would be BRUTAL With anyone that EVER misgenders you, you are walking down the streets with her and someone says something. 

.They are dead on the spot right then and there. 

.Girl she is protective of her little lady you. 

.She is the dommy mommy in the relationship and loves and adores you. 

.Of course, she does get a wee bit jealous when people notice how much of a sexy woman you are! 

.Like that sexy ass belongs to her thank you very much. 

.So she will not want you to go out without her. 

.Another reason she wants you not to go out alone is because of transphobia. This is hell and there is for sure A TON Of transphobes in hell. 

.So she would get you security guards. 

.If they fail to protect you? 

.Well Valentino can do whatever he wants to them. 

.To her you are the most precious thing and she will slaughter anyone who hurts her little lady. 

.Some would say that you were besties, pals, even roommates! Heh, But you are full-on lovers. 

.It is beautiful! 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS the headcanons are done, Now I might record this and if I have time do an audio scenario for YouTube! I hope you all enjoyed all my sexy muffins whether you are trans or not! Stay Sexy, all My Sexy Muffins!] 

[anystalker707]

Misused day

Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x [trans, mtf] Reader Summary: You think Ace could use his free time doing something better than training. Tags: Worshipping / Light oral fixation / Lingerie / Ace is lovely

Requested by anon ["This is aces first trans girlfriend and he wants to experiment .MTF x Ace Portgas . The pre op MTF is in a lingerie thong and bra and thigh high socks . And she try’s to distract Ace while he is training at the lobby of the ship . She sits on his lap and she dry humps him, grinding her ass and her erection through her panties on Aces lap(...)"]

MASTERLIST

          Ace was using his free time to focus only on training rather than anything else, which made that sense of need quickly take over, as much as you tried to suppress it and give him some time for himself. The ship was practically empty, allowing you to do much more than usual, but still… A sigh escaped your lips as your gaze fell over a specific drawer of your dresser. That could be a good idea.

It was easy to choose the color—bright red, like his powers, resembling his self and power, bold and provocative. The set was all matching and delicate, in soft lace, and thin enough to reveal the outline of your nipples through the bra, of your sex through your panties, and giving the red thigh-highs a tinge of your skin tone. It looked perfect as you observed yourself through the mirror, adjusting the thong straps.

Aside from the soft sound of the waves crashing against the ship's sides and the incoherent voices in the distance, Ace's hitching breath as he trained was the only sound that cut through the silence on the main deck. Thankfully, he was in a discreet area, sitting on a bench as he did single-arm curls with a dumbbell, muttering to himself. No one walked by in the few minutes that you stood there. It seemed like the perfect opportunity.

Ace’s eyes were closed as he leaned back a little, bare chest heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath, glistening with a layer of sweat. He closed his eyes as he threw his head back and brought a hand up to brush away the dark strands of hair that stuck to his forehead, but his calmness was disturbed by the sudden weight on his lap. As he opened his eyes, the confusion gave place to the satisfaction that soon was accompanied by surprise as his hand slowly descended until eventually taking place around your hips.

“…Babe,” Ace muttered as his eyes darted around the deck for a moment before they settled on you again, blushing from his cheeks to his chest as he pulled you closer, protectively. “What are you…” The words escaped Ace’s grasp once you placed your hands on his shoulders and rocked your hips against his slowly, with enough pressure to make him hiss softly.

“Ace,” you mumbled into his ear, loosely wrapping your arms around his shoulders as your hips kept dragging against his. “I need you so badly, Ace,” you groaned. The lace was so thin, barely able to make any barrier between your erection and the rough fabric of his shorts, making your thighs quiver whenever a rough fold ran against your erection the right way.

Every whimper that escaped your lips went straight into Ace’s ear, undeniably having an effect on him, which became clear by the way his hands tightened around your hips, and he groaned, rubbing circles into your skin with his thumb. Eventually, though, Ace held you firmly in place while he thrust his hips up slowly, managing to snatch pleased sighs from both of you as your hands tightened around his shoulders.

“Ace—”

“Fuck, I can’t with you. You’ll be the death of me,” Ace cut in with a groan as he wrapped his arms around your waist strongly and stood up, making you gasp and wrap your legs around him instinctively as he carried you over to the cabin that you’d just left, kicking the door closed behind himself without much care. Once you were on the bed, he finally had a moment to take a good look at you.

Ace’s irises were reduced to a thin ring around his blown pupils while he drank the sight in front of him with an uncomfortable bulge in his shorts. Whatever he mumbled under his breath was incoherent, barely reasoned by him as his eyes followed along your body, lingering on the curves and details, your perked-up nipples showing through the bra, the thigh highs sinking into your skin, and the bulge in your panties. His tongue poked out and wet his lips before he quickly unbuckled his belt and exhaled, trying to keep himself calm while getting rid of his clothes and shoes.

Firm, rough hands held your thighs and spread them apart before Ace settled himself down between them, eyeing you hungrily. He bit his lip as his hands ran flat along your thighs, caressing and rubbing circles into the slice of skin that wasn’t covered by the thigh-highs, as he leaned in and pressed a couple of kisses to your stomach.

“I wanted to save this for later, but who am I to deny it if you want me now,” Ace said with a soft sigh, smiling as his eyes met yours, and kept going until his lips grazed the valley between your breasts. “Damn it, I really wanted this,” he whispered, tickling your chest.

“Mm, you can train anytime, but you can’t always have me like this,” you mumbled with a soft whine that made Ace’s heart race, and he promptly nodded, muttering about how you were right while his lips kissed wherever they could reach, mainly focusing on your chest. Your skin rose in shivers under Ace’s touches, making pride swell in his chest at the same time arousal swirled in his lower stomach.

Ace’s warm hands trailed up the behind of your thighs until they cupped your ass, squeezing and kneading softly on the skin as he nipped on your collarbone until snatching a soft, pleased sound from your lips. Cold air gave place to Ace’s touches as he reluctantly pulled away despite your protests, instead reaching inside the bedside table for lube. His eyes were on you again, observing you intently, before his fingers rooked around the thin waistband of the thong to slowly pull it down.

The fabric dragged against your skin slowly, making you shiver more while Ace slowly undressed you, finally discarding the thong to the side and returning to his spot between your legs. At times, Ace made a little pause, and you wondered what was going on inside his mind. Was he admiring you? Maybe questioning his choices? Perhaps, he was just giving himself a moment to think about how he would guide things properly. You were his first trans partner, and he wanted no mistakes.

Cold lube poured between your legs, making you gasp and squirm a little as Ace’s grasp firmed on your thigh. His eyes were on your face until you eased down, so he finally started running his fingers along your skin to spread the lube, circling your entrance with it. He seemed pleased with the way your breath hitched just at that, soon starting to push a finger inside you, tentatively, with his free hand on your hip for leverage.

“Is this okay?” Ace whispered as he glanced up at you from behind the messy strands of hair while his finger pushed in deeper, spreading the lube along your walls as they clenched around it.

“Yes,” you breathed, nodding as you kept your eyes on his face despite the embarrassment that burned in your chest whenever your eyes met. There was something so alluring about Ace that kept your focus on him, anticipating the next movements.

One finger soon turned into two, making you hiss and grip the bedsheets with a soft groan, even more so when they curled and scissored inside you, stretching and preparing you properly for him. When your thighs started quivering, however, Ace pulled his hand away with an audible breath. His cock twitched as he poured lube on it this time; the cold liquid contrasted with the hot skin, snatching groans from him that intensified when he wrapped a hand around his cock to spread the lube properly.

Something thick hung in the air along with the arousal as Ace eyed you hungrily, and his hand returned to its spot on your thigh before the other one held the base of his cock gently. It was happening quickly, but you demanded the urgency. “Good to go?”

“Great,” you whispered with a faint nod, arching your back lightly.

Ace’s lips curved into a smile for a moment before he exhaled, instead focusing on pressing his cock against your entrance until it finally started to push in—both of you moaned as your walls accommodated around his cock, slowly, with breaks to adjust around him. Your back arched as you wrapped your arms around Ace’s neck to pull him closer, and his lips quickly met yours, drowning part of the initial discomfort at the new intrusion. It wasn’t like you could keep the kiss going for longer or even kiss properly, but you kept the connection, even if it were just to be moaning into each other’s mouth as his cock pushed in deeper until it was completely inside you.

“Mmph, babe,” Ace mumbled against your lips as his hands moved to your waist, holding you firmly there. His fingers dug into the skin lightly when his hips started moving tentatively. The first thrusts were messy and unpaced, but he soon found a rhythm, even if it was still slow. “Good, babe?” Ace mumbled. His lips pressed to your jaw, going down your neck and allowing his teeth to tug on your skin in gentle bites that increased the arousal running down your spine.

“Yeah,” you managed to say between the moans and heavy breathing, humming softly as you arched your back when his teeth grazed your collarbones. Along with the intense thrusts, Ace’s lips made their way to your chest, kissing and nibbling on every part of exposed skin he could reach, giving it the love and worship it deserved. He mumbled your name against your skin, groaning as he started moving his hips faster, enough for the soft sound of skin against skin to start echoing through the room along with gasps and moans that inevitably came from you.

Your fingers sank into Ace’s shoulders as you arched your back when something he did—whatever it was—made his cock start hitting just the right spots inside you, even more so when you arched your back with a whimper. The thin layer of sweat on Ace’s body made you lose grip, so the next time you reached for him, your nails sank into the skin around his shoulder blades, making Ace gasp as his thrusts faltered at the sudden pain that sent waves of pleasure down his spine.

Ace pulled part of your bra down with his hand, kissing the skin gently until his lips found your nipple. He used his tongue instead, tracing the sensitive skin with the tip of his tongue, relishing each of your moans. His tongue ran flat against your nipple before it was taken in his mouth. A string of moans slipped from your lips as you arched your back and pulled Ace closer, holding on to the back of his neck. He gladly took more of your nipple into his mouth, nipping and sucking on it as his hands grope your thighs, finger sinking and squeezing the skin as he surely left behind enough marks on your chest.

“Ace,” you moaned in a higher pitch, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Yes, love?” Ace mumbled with a soft groan. His hands still roamed over your body, with that lovely air of adoration and worship towards your skin, taking in and loving every detail of you. He couldn’t get enough of the way you squirmed around him and pulled you closer while your walls milked him so nicely. He closed his eyes, moaning against your skin as he pulled you closer at the same time his thrusts started getting faster.

Ace’s name escaped your lips among moans, each time more incoherent, and your thighs quivered while tightening around him, holding Ace closer. Your fingers tangled with his hair and pulled on the messy strands, compelling his moans to get louder as his movements grew erratic, so you kept doing that, seeking that intense pleasure that brought you closer to your release.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Ace mumbled with a whine as his thrusts gained more desperation, whimpering and holding onto you tightly. “‘M close, babe, I— Ngh—”

“Yeah, yeah, just a little bit more,” you groaned, nails leaving behind red lines in Ace’s skin as you held him tightly, thighs quivering around him. The warmth in your lower stomach increased, that familiar feeling building up until you came, gasping and arching your back as your orgasm washed over. Your grip around Ace intensified, and it was a matter of seconds before he came as well, whimpering out your name and burying his face in your chest. A groan escaped his lips as he pressed his eyes shut, hands tightening around your thighs as he shot his cum deep inside you, keeping moving until the two of you rode out your highs.

“Damn,” Ace mumbled, still all breathless and flushed, as he pulled himself back a little so that he could look at you properly. There was a hint of pride in his features as he grinned. “Damn, princess,” he mumbled. “I don’t think I’m done yet.”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[getyourdirtyhandsoffme]

SKZ PLAYS MINECRAFT

Hyung line (Sperate) x GN!Reader

Summary: Just you and the members playing Minecraft. Technically how you two play Minecraft together.

Warning: mentions of mobs (like spiders, zombies, etc), mentions of 'Death', didn't spell nor grammar check so be warned!!, no clue what I was making.

Theme: Fluff, comedy

Others: this can be either seen as couples or just friends.

Hyung line | Maknae line

Please like, comment and/or reblog to support me! Thank you all!

BANGCHAN

He is usually busy with composing with music so when he finally gets to play Minecraft with you (you are the one who requested it), you can't help but smile.

He heard of the game before but he never played it so you might have to teach him some stuff, not all because you want to make fun of him for a bit.

His first skin is Steve until he finds out by seeing your skin that you can change or design skins.

You forced him to wear a werewolf skin until later on Chan finds a Wolfchan skin.

I feel like he would most likely be scared of caves and the noises they make along with mobs spawn in the caves.

He wouldn't be scared of mobs if it's not in the caves but still get startled by them.

Would 100% tame a dog and name it "Berry" since he misses her so much.

Probably would collect flowers and place it in both of y'all's houses that y'all share as a decoration.

Would probably rather build/go on adventures then mining unless he comes with you.

He doesn't mind helping you against mobs.

Type of person who would cry when their pet dies. (You do too.)

LEE KNOW

Probably wouldn't play at first until you mentioned adopting cats in Minecraft.

When he first joins, he immediately starts questioning where he can get a cat.

You two went on a whole quest to find a village in hopes to find a cat.

You two found the villages with cats and Lee Know immediately becomes obsessed but upset when they don't go near him.

That's when you tell him about fishing and taking cats with fish.

He all of sudden becomes a hardcore fisher collecting enchanting books and other stuff but he throws those away to the side since he doesn't care about them (or doesn't know how cool they are)

You taught him how to tame a cat one time now all of sudden he has 20 cats behind him.

Names three of the cats his cats when you gave him three nametags.

Would build a cat house for them.

I feel like he would hit you just out of fun along with taking some of your stuff.

Would fill your house with his cats.

CHANGBIN

He would be so happy to play games with you.

He even let you reach him how to play it so you both can play it properly.

Will go up to pigs and bunnies and call them Dwaekki out of excitement.

Doesn't mind mining and building with you since he enjoys having you around him.

Would probably build his house pink when he found out Blossom trees exist.

Coquette boy

Will try to protect you as best as he can when going against mobs.

He even be your cheerleader when he sees you fight against 5 zombies at once. You shouted at him to help you.

I feel like he would be a redstone nerd since he is a human calculator (not sure how they mix...)

Probably adopt one pig and name it Dwaekki.

Would probably find a way to produce music in there while making random rap lines.

HYUNJIN

Would probably be busy getting his skin changed. Would probably takes hours. You complain while he just ignores you until he finally found the one he wanted.

He would probably enjoy the scenery along with the sunset.

He started smiling when he found a blossom tree and wanted on by his house that he would make.

Would probably take more hours busy building his perfect house.

Would craft paintings and place them into the walls. (Probably breaks them then placed it again until he finds a perfect painting)

Probably laughs at the animals and talks about how funny they look.

Would be overdramatic when it comes to mobs (or others in general)

Don't ever ask this man to help you fight against certain mob bosses or adventures like the neither, etc.

Would place a bed in the neither.

Would scream if stuck in a spiderweb full of spiders. Literally that's your damsel in distress.

You are practically his bodyguard.

I got bored, chat and made this. I could've made a Christmas theme story but like I wasn't really in the mood for that. I probably will next time or later on (probably January). Anyways, enjoy while I probably make the Maknae line.

[supercooltwixzip]

Tig has sensitive ears

Tighnari headcannons because I have sensitive ears too :3 Kinda mature cos suggestive so like 16+ I guess? It’s not too bad but)

Sfw!

Tighnari has sensitive ears, so certain sounds irritate him

When you drop things and it’s not like super quiet it can get irritating to him

He tries to stay calm but he has a breaking point eventually

“[Y/N]! Can…can you stop doing that please?” (Not my notes app trying to tell me how to write 😤)

If you chew gum or food, (you’re not the quietest chewer even when your mouth is ‘fully shut’) it also sometimes gets irritating to him.

He loves 8D music like in headphones guys

He also won’t admit it easily but loves ASMR

Remember this: Tighnari loves loves loves ASMR.

Like tapping or typing and sometimes like the face eating or something or like eating 

He also loves visual ASMR but that is unrelated

OH he also loves whispering

So when you just like whisper to him like you love him or something at night omg he’s just like 💗 “I love you so much [Y/N].” Um anyway I love you so much Tig 😤

(Anyway like I said before I made these because I also have ears that adore ASMR and are kinda sensitive but I love fireworks and loud sounds too) and that’s the thing

Tighnari does not love loud sounds, for the record, he hates them

Tw: suggestive, 16+! (Everyone will ignore it anyway so)

Okay so actually there are some loud sounds he likes.

He likes hearing his name from your mouth~ um anyway

No but seriously he also loves when you stimulate his ears

Thinking of above and you’re whispering sweet things to him, he can’t

It escalates

Um anyway may make a outshot of this <3

Anyway gn ily alllllll enjoy my fav boy >w<

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[oddballwriter]

Moon Boys with a Trans Reader

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Warnings: some mentions of dysphoria and transphobia from others 

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

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

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Steven Grant

Our sweetie man <3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marc Spector

He's also really great

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jake Lockley

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

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

It's his Ken job /j

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

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

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

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

[iconicstoner]

MtF reader who is nervous about bottom surgery, (any depth) and so she starts to wander around the forest to work out the excess energy.

Jasper who's used to them pacing around the forest simply waits for them to go to the same spot they usually do. This time instead of letting them not talk about it he tells them they need to talk about it. Since she's so scared of surgery.

a/n: Okay, so I usually never write for fem readers (bc I’m a guy), but I thought this idea was super sweet. As a queer person myself, I really love the idea of the twilight vampires being accepting of queer people. I hope I did this ask justice, and to any trans people who are worried about hormones or surgery I hope this is comforting to y’all. 

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comfort 

mtf!reader x jasper hale (fluff)

words: 823

summary: you’ve been nervous about your upcoming bottom surgery for a while now, so Jasper, the concerned lover he is, makes sure to comfort you and talk you through every detail.

Jasper sat atop one of the trees, waiting for any trace of her to alert him. It was no surprise when he smelled her familiar scent before he could even see her. This secluded spot in the forest was where she always went when she was feeling nervous. Jasper looked down to see her, the beautiful girl he’d grown to love so quickly, walking back and forth quickly as she mumbled to herself. Jasper jumped out of the tree, and in an instant, he was next to her.

“You scared me,” she said breathlessly with a red tint covering her face. He could feel her embarrassment, but more than that he could feel her nervousness. 

“You seemed nervous, darlin’,” Jasper replied as he held one of her hands in his. “I wanted to check on you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she said, brushing him off. “It’s nothing.”

“Seems like somethin’,” he said playfully, trying to lighten the mood. “You know you can tell me anything,” he said softly. She smiled at him and with shaky hands she brushed some of the hair away from his face. She let her hands fall back down to her sides, working up the courage to tell him what was really going on. Unbeknownst to her, Jasper was using his power in an attempt to make her feel calmer.

“I just need comfort, not advice. We don’t have to talk about it,” she assures him. 

“Sweetheart,” he says softly, his southern accent pouring out, “I can comfort you too, but clearly somethin’ has been botherin’ you for days. We need to talk about it or it won’t get any better,” he tells her as gently as possible, trying not to work her up.

“I’m just worried about my surgery,” she says with a sigh, causing Jasper’s eyes to widen in surprise. Soon, she’d be undergoing bottom surgery, and she was so excited about it, but now it was clearly causing her a lot of stress.

“I thought you wanted the surgery?” Jasper asked, looking into her eyes.

“I do,” she responded hurriedly, “it’s just this is a big operation, and something could go wrong, or I might not be happy with the results, or maybe you won’t be happy with the results and-”

“Darlin’, I will love you no matter what,” Jasper said, cutting her anxious rambling off. “It doesn’t matter if you get the surgery, if you don’t, or how it turns out. Despite how much I love your body,” he says lightheartedly, grabbing a hold of her waist, “that’s not why I stay with you. I stay with you for this,” he says, tapping her temple with his index finger. “You have the most beautiful mind I’ve ever encountered in my 160 years.”

“So things will be the same between us even after my surgery?” She asks hopefully.

“Not exactly,” Jasper says, causing her smile to fade. She gives him a concerned look and he quickly elaborates, “there might be some new things I’d like to try in the bedroom,” he says with a wink, causing her whole face to go red.

“Oh knock it off,” she says, playfully pushing his chest away with her hand, causing him to pretend to be shocked, except he can’t stop smiling at her. “You aren’t worried about me getting hurt?” she asks him. “It’s a serious surgery, what if I die?”

“I know for a fact no one has ever died during bottom surgery,” he comforts, leaning in closer to her. “And even if that somehow did happen, Carlisle and I would rush right over to the hospital and turn you. Even death can’t save you from me,” he tells her jokingly, but they both know that Jasper really would do that for her. “Besides, Carlisle has been a surgeon for like a million years, so that should be comforting,” he informs her. She laughs as she places her head on his chest.

“This is comforting,” she responds. 

“Perfect,” he responds, lightly kissing her on the top of the head after. She stays pressed up against his chest, and he begins to gently stroke her hair as they talk out some of the finer details of the surgery. Not only does he provide statistics about the surgery for logical comfort, but he also provides loving, emotional comfort. It’s clear Jasper won’t let anything bad happen to her. He’ll drive her to the hospital, hold her hand as she gets put under anesthesia, and as soon as the surgery is complete he’ll go back to her room and hold her hand while she wakes up. During the recovery process, he vows not to leave her side the entire time, even when she insists he doesn’t have to do that. She’s his whole world now and this surgery is just a small part of their story. Even if it’s scary, she can rest assured knowing nothing bad will happen to her. 

[picklebunbun]

Hello !! I'm here for a platonic request , can you do a Flippy/Fliqpy x sister reader who is in love with someone and is extremely clumsy like , stuttering, falling over her own feet and blushing a lot around that person, while she literally knows everything about that one person , like their favorite color , their hobbies , their favorite food , their favorite place , their favorite pet, exactly know when their wakes up and go sleeping , their size of each body part for make clothes that fit them perfectly (and actually didn't gives the gift to them yet) ,and, makes extremely complicated and detailed plans and explains them to Flippy/Fliqpy even go wake him up at 3am for explain it , if there is very little chance that it will end well

❣︎⁀➴♡︎₊˚⊹ flippy/flipqy + sister! reader

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

pokkan karra

tone rion/kikou ♥︎

⇄ ◁◁ I I ▷▷ ↻

⁰⁰ ²⁵ ━━●━━━━━━━━ ⁰² ⁰⁸

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

𐙚⋆.˚- female reader, can be transgender or cisgender, feminine pronouns

𐙚⋆.˚- genre: fluff, not sure if you can consider this angsty

𐙚⋆.˚- fandom: HTF

𐙚⋆.˚- platonic

summary: I’m guessing these are headcanons, the summary is just basically what this lovkey requester said

[ angel’s notes 👼🪽: aghhh, I know this is a late response, I have this major english test next week and other major tests that’ll determine if I’ll pass this year. I have also been updating my little BBEL comic. Regardless, hope you enjoy this]

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headcanon:

first of all, the fact that you’re research about someone, whether it’d be a friend or stranger, and it’s heavily detailed is kind of scary to him. How do you even know that much and how did you acquire that information.

he didn’t believe it at first when people told him how creepy your ability to know someone extremely well, so he put it to the test, he asked you what size his bicep was to which you replied with “14.5 inches”, of course, he didn’t believe you until he actually measured it, you weren’t even off by a bit.

ok… weird, very weird actually, even if you grabbed the tape measurer to see how thick his bicep actually was in the middle of the night, he still would’ve caught you, your his sister after all, you should know he’s an extremely light sleeper.

you started off by recalling all the times that he stood next to something that was approximately the size of the thickness part of his whole arm, you measured that and since the average bicep size for a muscular person is 14 or 15 inches, you made that estimate and then did the exact math. Unless you actually just found a way to work around his light sleeping thing, either way it’s still really terrifying.

Flippy often ponders “how do you know this?” to which you respond “I just care a lot” like what you always tell everyone who asks that.

but there was this one specific person that really caught your eye, it was just the little traits, to the way their nose crinkles when they’re annoyed or disgusted or how the morning sun complimented how they looked, not like you didn’t think that they were beautiful before

previously, you knew everything about almost everyone, but somehow, you knew even more about this person, down to the number of seconds it takes for them to brush their teeth or pick out an outfit.

Flippy wasn’t stupid, he knew when you got a crush, you always had a far-out look on your face, which meant that you were thinking about a special someone, and how clumsy you acted around them, it was like your heart had a mind of it’s own and was trying to humiliate you in-front of your crush

it was adorable to see you like that though, it nice to see you so head-over heels in love with someone, even if Flippy disapproves of them, they still made you happy and that was all that matters

what he didn’t like, however, was how torn you were about this person. Every night you keep yourself up with these little scenarios you played over and over again in your head, it also kept Flippy awake too since you were the one dumping your thoughts onto him.

while he did heavily enjoy talking to his sister, he would rather it to be in the afternoon or late morning than 3AM when it’s a work night, usually he’d just say “you’ll be fine” but honestly sometimes you say the most jaw-dropping stuff about your crush that he can’t help but comment about it

overall though, he looks past that because your his dear sister, the girl that he’s sworn to protect with all his might, even if your habits are really weird

(I forgot how fun it is to write fanfics

[teaaagan]

Chapstick

Enid: -Putting on chapstick-

Y/N: What flavor is that?

Enid: Cherry

Y/N: Can I try some?

Enid: Yeah -hands over the chapstick-

Y/N: -kisses Enid- Holy shit, it does taste like Cherry!

Enid: Enid.exe has stopped working

[angst-king]

fight for ya

(This is a Katsuki + MtF child reader parent scenario) (CW mention of transphobia, description of violent hate crime & injuries)

Katsuki had many regrets about his past and always wanted to improve himself and he was rather good at keeping his word. He wanted to show this especially once his daughter came out as trans to him. He made sure she felt loved that she didn’t need to hide and that he would back her up completely. Even while transitioning socially, Katsuki learned how to style her hair, which helped get her into the girls' school uniforms. Not much changed except she seemed happier at first.

Then things took a turn, some days were better than others, and although Katsuki wasn’t the best at comforting he would listen. He’d sit with his daughter and listen to her vent, or let her scream out her frustrations while practicing her boxing. He would occasionally ask for help from his own friends about how to comfort her, Momo mentioned using words of affirmation and instilling in her that she was loved and that she had someone who thought of her fondly.

Implementing that did seem to help a little, though he still wanted his kid to know that he was available and he’d come up to the school and handle it for her if she needed. (Y/n) always pushed away his offers, saying she wanted to handle it herself. Katsuki decided to back off with his offers after the third time, yet he still continued with his support.

Then he felt his entire world crash. When he sent his daughter to school he had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. That something would go wrong, that he shouldn’t have sent her. He tried to push it away as paranoia, his daughter was strong, and she’d call him if anything happened.

He was organizing paperwork with Deku in his office when the radio went off telling Katsuki get down to the lobby area fast! Getting up from his seat he dropped his paperwork and ran out of the office with Deku in tow. Arriving at the entrance he saw Ochako carrying his daughter to the couch. The child held her abdomen as she was set down. Katsuki ran over with worry pouring out of him. When he got close enough he froze. (Y/N) was covered in bruises and blood, and her hair which was usually in it neat ponytail with her favorite pro-hero-themed ribbon was now blood-soaked and a mess. Blood dripping down their nose, and mouth foreheads. The uniform torn up and dirtied, looked like she had been tossed into gravel!

“What happened, (Y/N)?” The middle schooler looked up nervously, obviously shaken up by whatever they had just experienced. Stammering too much to get it out, Ochako started to ask the questions.

“Just yes or no, were you in a fight, hun?” (Y/n) nodded and winced, Ochako continued.

“Was this a fight at school?” “y-yes ma’am” Before Ochako could ask, Deku handed her the first aid kit he grabbed once he saw the child’s condition. Ochako started working on the injuries while Katsuki’s head was overloaded with thoughts.

‘How could this happen’ ‘who would do this’ ‘Why didn’t a teacher handle this?’ and many more!

The girl could see her father being consumed by his thoughts and spoke up.

“d-Don’t worry d-dad, g-got some good hits on ‘em” Katsuki gave a small smile seeing the proud look on (Y/n)’s face. That still didn’t make any of this better, whether she defended herself or not she shouldn’t have had to! Katsuki hated seeing his child hurt! There was a rage in him that burned bright, he had to do something about this, he couldn’t stand by after seeing his daughter like this!

“I’m gonna handle this, i promise, munchkin” He said a lil more to himself than his daughter. Katsuki then started helping Ochako tend to the child’s injuries and getting the blood out of her hair. It was a process that only made more emotions stir. When (Y/n) was finally about to calm themselves down enough to talk, it took everything in Katsuki’s power to not go on a witch hunt right then and there.

“I was going back inside for class after gym when I got grabbed by a group of classmates and they started beating on me. I did what you taught me, i didn’t wanna cause too much damage but wanted to get away….In the end, I’m pretty sure I’ll take the fall but. I-its fine i guess.”

“No.” Katsuki blurted out, and the child’s eyes shifted up at her father who stood up at full height now. An aura of rage flowed from him even if he looked calm in the face, it wasn’t hard for anyone to know he was angry. Grabbing his phone he opened the notes app and handed it to the girl.

“If you know the names of those…kids put them down…put everything down. How long this has gone on for and everything that happened today.” (Y/n) nodded took the phone and spent a good amount of time typing. Katsuki moved away to give her space and went over to deku and grabbed him by the shirt. Dragging him away into the kitchen area of the lounge.

“Kaachan what are you doing?” Deku asked confused, Katsuki sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets. He didn’t face Izuku completely, just glanced at him as he tried to gather his thoughts. Finally, he says.

“I feel like a fucking idiot” He leans against the countertop, Izuku’s eyes softened and he asked for Katsuki to elaborate.

“I should’ve done more so this wouldn’t have happened, I should’ve gone up to that school myself instead of letting her handle it….I know she said that she could and that she would be fine but…still, I feel like a dick because I didn’t just go up there and now my child got beat up!” There was a moment of silence before Izuku spoke up.

“Kaachan, you can’t fix the past, you cannot fix or erase what has happened. Yes it was awful, it is fucked up that your child became a victim of a hate crime, but. Its not like you expected this to happen, you put your trust in your daughter, and in the school system. The person you should be upset with is the school for allowing such behavior! So instead of standing here feeling sorry for yourself, you get the notes from your daughter, take her out for some damn ice cream or something. Then the next day you march your ass to that school and tell them off!” Katsuki was a little surprised at Deku’s change in tone from start to finish. First, it was light-hearted and reassuring, but then quickly changed to strict and coach-like. Yet Katsuki got the message and went back out to check on (Y/n).

Still on the couch though seemingly in less pain, she hands the phone to Katsuki who sits down beside her. Opening his arms the child quickly hugs him, he wraps his arms around her loosely a to not hurt her. Whispering soft things into her ear telling her how proud he was of her. How he was glad she came to him for help, she didn’t have to go to school tomorrow, how he was gonna take care of the situation. He still apologized for not doing anything sooner. He promised to take her out to her favorite place before going home.

[homelandercollection]

Everybody out here be writing some absolute god tier stuff for Homelander and I rlly wanna join in but my adhd makes it nigh impossible to write 😭

BUT STILL! I wrote a little drabble of filth that I will put out there!

Reader is amab, but no gender is actually specified. Enjoy!

 

        Homelander kissed like he intended to devour, licking into you with a desperate fervour that left you breathless as he clutched at you on the verge of too tightly. As though if he didn’t hold onto you, you might disappear.

         Out of all the pretty women that would be happy to turn a blind eye to his warning signs, of all the people eager to drop to their knees for him, somehow it was you that had captivated his attention. You who had left him a bleeding mess with his heart split across the floor to be scooped back up in your weary touch, a fragile thing beneath his own where his searing hands sliding under your shirt made you come apart for him just as he did for you. When he gripped you by the shoulders to turn you onto your belly, you moaned at the weight of him pressing you against the couch, of the urgent hardness digging into the vulnerable place where your ass met your thighs, and squirmed not to get away, but to get closer. It was all he could do to groan in your ear, delirious on the sight and smell and taste of you. He could so easily tear you apart, lay you out like an artistic splatter of reds and purples and mauves to study and to feel, yet instead he fucked you in your living room like it was the closest he would ever get to such visceral fantasizes. It certainly felt like it was, your body underprepared for the girth of his cock and the vigor of his thrusts, your aching whines an assurance in his mind that he was hurting you.

         And yet still you did not plead for him to stop, did not beg for him to slow down, instead you reached to touch any and all parts of him once you were sweating and tired and he’d flipped you onto your back. His sides, his chest, his shoulders. His face. Praising him through your tears, as though a deer should comfort the tiger eating it alive. Perhaps you were not as breakable as he’d thought, the brilliant blue of his gaze caught in your watery eyes as you tried not to squeeze them shut against the force of his adoration for you, spelled out plain and unimpeded where it dripped from you as he eventually withdrew himself. He pressed his essence back into the velvet heat of your ass with probing fingers that made you mewl after the onslaught you had so graciously taken, kissed you dizzy with his soft lips and pearly teeth that sucked and bit at your skin down, down past your heaving belly to the leaking, twitching mess of your cock that he swallowed down with the same sureness he had fucked you with.

It was a passionate, obsessive way that he made love, every touch demanding to receive the same devotion he proffered, every bite and growl needing to be met with a soothing forgiveness, immediate and unconditional. Bruises were to be admired, his attentions acknowledged, pleasure to be enjoyed just as he had taken it from you himself. The taste of you upon his tongue was enough to make him nearly shut his eyes in satisfaction as you choked his name and bucked into his mouth, fingers twisted in his hair. Still he didn’t stop, pressed deeper to suckle until you were soft and hypersensitive, sure to take all of you in as he sat back with a smug smile. Sweaty and flushed, tired with lingering aches inside and out, looking up at him like the devoted worshipper you were, he knew you were his.

But even with his hunger momentarily satiated, with his smile soft and pleased and his touches grown possessive rather than greedy, you knew it wasn’t enough. His eyes were sharp, calculating, lingering along your body as though he was prying deep beneath tissue and ligament and into your bloodstream where your heart fluttered just for him. How far would he be able to push until you couldn’t hold any more of him? How far would you let him take you until you shattered apart? And how far would his fascination in you let him enjoy it.

[mlm-writer]

The Mountain God (Choi Soobin x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Choi Soobin x Gender Neutral Reader Rating: Mature Words: 1998 POV: Second Summary: The Big Tober Day 31 - Folklore Note: Inspired by this song (open after reading if you don't want any spoilers). Reader is an adult and is mentioned to have dating experience. Check out this cover of the song btw. Tags: horror(?), maybe more of a thriller?, some action, first meeting, kissing and dancing under the moonlight<3, fluff and mentioned character death

The dry leaves crunched under your foot as you found your way into another clearing. Cold air hurt your throat as you struggled breathing from your hike. Once again your tent and your friends were nowhere to be found. “It was somewhere around here…” You mumbled to yourself. You moved your torch around, the bright white light only showing you more and more trees. “Taehyun-ah! Yeojun-ah!” You called out for your friends. No one answered your call under the tall trees and light of the full moon. A puff of air visualised itself in front of your mouth. You trudged on to the closest path. It was supposed to be just a quick piss, so you didn’t bring your phone. Kakao maps would’ve been great by now. 

In the distance your light reflected off white strips of fabric hanging from the low-hanging tree branches. You squinted your eyes, double-checking their presence. Then, a large blob of white seemed to move under one of the trees. You cautiously slowed your pace, narrowing your eyes in the dark in the hope of acquiring a clearer vision. When you discerned a vaguely human shape, you felt relieved. Surely the other guy would have a phone. Who nowadays did not have one? 

You quickened your pace. “Excuse me? I’m lost, can you help me?” The figure, which sat on his knees by a large tree, turned towards you as you approached. His handsome and innocent face greeted you with a big smile. White teeth that matched the strips of fabric around him welcomed you on this cold night. Though the smile was such a stark white, it warmed your chest. 

His beauty was so unexpected, you slowed to a still. “Lost? This late? You are really fearless,” he commented. He let out a chuckle and grabbed a wooden cup from next to him. “Come have a drink, how long have you been lost for?” You frowned at his odd behaviour, but you slowly walked closer nonetheless, your grip on your torch tight. If he turned out to be a creep, you could whack him across the head with it. At least that was the plan you had cooked up in those few seconds you had to come up with one. 

When you stood next to him, you saw the cup held some liquid with leaves floating on top. They did not seem like tea leaves to you, but rather like the leaves that scattered the ground as well. There was no steam coming from the liquid either. “No thanks, I’ve only been walking around for a few minutes. Can I use your phone to send my location to my friends?” You looked him over. His white clothes looked like that of a buddhist. The red beads around his wrist confirmed it. The clothes were a little dirty, indicating he had been a while in the mountains as well. 

The man kept that same sun-blessed smile on his face as he put the cup down. “My phone? Sorry, I left it at the temple, since I just came out to pray.” He gestured to the stone statues that sat by the large tree. He had indeed been kneeling right in front of them. 

“Oh sorry, I interrupted your prayer,” you quickly apologised with a polite bow. You took a step back and gestured for him to continue. You didn’t know there was a temple on this mountain that was still in use. Most of them were historic sites that were just used to attract tourists. Mostly artists came to them nowadays to draw and paint the well-preserved temples of the mountain god. 

The man shook his hand and stood up. “Don’t worry about it. A traveller in need is more important. Not helping you would be more against my beliefs.” Now he was standing, you realised he was really tall. His lips were stretched in a smaller, but no less kind smile. “I’m Choi Soobin. If you come to the temple, I can lend you my phone.” You bowed to him and gave him your name. He repeated it with his gentle voice. Your name had never sounded this heavenly. 

“So what did you come to do here? Just camping with your friends?” Soobin asked after a minute of silent walking. He was holding no torch. You assumed he was used to walking the path to the temple and needed no visual aide aside from the moonlight that reached the ground with ease during this season. 

“We came to see the total lunar eclipse. The best view is away from the city. You live in the temple?” Soobin hummed, confirming your assumption. He then asked about your friends, your life. It was easy to talk to him. He did not share much about himself, other than his age and the first time he went to the mountain. They said the mountain god guarded the mountain, but even a god got hungry. Soobin’s friends dared him to spend the night, but he left his tent halfway through when he heard a growling in the distance. When he got you on the proverbial edge of your seat with his scary story, he gave you a jumpscare. You hit him and laughed. 

You almost forgot you were not on a beautiful and romantic night stroll when the old wooden gates appeared at the end of the small mountain path. This place was long due some renovation, but you didn’t mention it. “Here we are,” Soobin stated as you stood before the closed doors. He seemed almost sad that you had arrived. 

“Are you a priest?” You asked out of nowhere, the look on his face all too familiar to you. You had your fair share of dates and that was the face of a man who wanted to kiss you. 

Soobin shook his head, his fluffy black hair flopping around with the movement. “No, just… a pilgri-” You did not let him finish. You found the way to the back of his neck; you pulled him down, your lips meeting his. He was cold, extremely so. Not surprising, since his white clothes seemed to not be all that thick. You were happy to warm this poor pilgrim up. When you pulled back, your eyes met his wide-spread ones. “Traveller-nim, let me dance with you.” 

You laughed as you took a step back. “With what music?” You questioned him. He seemed to clearly have no answer to that. “Besides, you’re ice cold. You should go inside to warm up.” 

Soobin swallowed thickly. Then his frigid hand took yours. He started singing, swaying you around on the small path. You turned your torch off, letting the moonlight show you his captivating eyes and alluring lips. Soobin’s voice could be deep and intimate or light like a fairy. Your heart swayed along with each step taken. It was when the night got a little darker, that you remembered your friends. “Oh! The eclipse will start soon.” You stopped to look up at the sky. Soobin quickly opened the temple doors and gestured for you to enter. He seemed to remember your friends waiting on you too. 

You followed him inside, but when the gates closed behind you, something seemed off. There was only light from the fires that surrounded a large courtyard. Two glistening red lights seemed to watch you from the darkness inside a building. “Is everyone else sleeping?” You inquired, turning around to face Soobin. He was leaning against the doors, his head hung low and his black bangs covering his eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” Soobin whispered, voice quivering. The moonlight drained away and was replaced with the red light of the total lunar eclipse. In the light of the blood moon, everything was different. Soobin looked up, but his face was no longer what it was. Those captivating eyes that looked at you like he wanted to kiss you forever under the moonlight were now glowing red, the sclerae all black. His deep-sunken eyes stared directly into your soul. A second pair of slightly smaller eyes appeared underneath the first pair, just beside his nostrils. They all stared down at you as a smile forced itself onto his ghastly face. You had seen many smiles from him, but nothing like this. It turned your own blood cold, all heat draining from your body. You took a step back in fear, but froze when there was a voice behind you. 

“Well done, Soobin-ah. It seems you finally will be able to move on to the next life,” came the growling voice from the building where you had seen the red lights. You dared to glance around. From the darkness stepped a monstrously huge tiger into the red light. Its great fangs were bared for you to witness. You backed away, your back eventually hitting Soobin’s cold, rigid body. 

“Soobin-sshi, what’s going on?” His ghoulishly icy hands grabbed you by the shoulders. He whispered another apology, before pushing you towards the tiger. The beast circled you, a deep, mocking chuckle coming from its hungry mouth. 

“You had me concerned there for a moment, Soobin-ah. You have backed out so many times. You really want to pass on, don’t you?” You were hugging your torch to your chest, trembling in fear as the tiger spoke. “And such a nice, young prey you have chosen for me too… I can see your long life thread and I will delight in snapping it.” You repeated your earlier question, screaming it now with more panic in your voice. The tiger laughed at you derisively. “Let me explain it to you, traveller.” Every word coming from the mountain god gave you the shivers. “Soobin was once like you, unafraid of me and my lands. He died that night he told you about.” You swallowed thickly, casting glances at the ghost that you kissed. “Those that find their end in my stomach must serve me for eternity. The only way for them to pass on to the next life is to bring me a prey that will replace them.” The tiger took a deep sniff of you, like you were a steaming pot of stew on the fire. “Do you get it now?” 

The terror forced the tears from your eyes. Your voice trembled in your last plea. “Please, spare me.” You forced the words past your trembling lips, each word strained and vibrating with dread. It was the last Soobin could handle. He suddenly dashed forward, slamming his body into that of the tiger. It was taken off guard, the beast sliding away from you across the courtyard. In that small window of opportunity, the ghost took your hand and dragged you through the doors, back onto the small path you took to get here. His footsteps were inhumanly quick and you struggled to keep up. However, the growling and roaring of a tiger behind you was great motivation. 

“Listen to me, go back to the tree where we met. Climb as far as you can. Amitābha protects that tree and will protect you. Stay there until sunrise.” Though he still looked like a demon, you saw the angelic man you met earlier that night in those devilish eyes. You could only nod at his instructions. He sent you ahead with a gust of wind and before you realised how, you found yourself in that tree, awaiting sunrise. 

When your friends found you the next day, you did not have the words to explain what happened last night, nor why you were in the tree. You chose to say nothing, fearing that sharing the story as truth would end with you in a psych ward. You would wonder if it was all just a nightmare or hallucination, were it not for the beads that had appeared on your wrist. Sometimes, when you glanced at them and the light hit it just right, a familiar smile reflected off the red wood that adorned your wrist. 

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nsfw alphabet with lamb (oc)

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some fun nsfw brainstorming about my character lamb! i also posted some art of them just before this, go look!

tw: general stuff regarding sex, mentions of shibari, mentions of pain play and choking, insecurities, bodily fluids, degradation

To preface this, Lamb is exclusively a sub. They will top/penetrate if their partner wants it, but prefers to keep the submissive role. The answers to the prompts are written with this in mind.

Aftercare: They enjoy whatever kind of aftercare you are willing to give them. Cuddles and taking a nap after the deed is their favourite though. If they’re in a situation where you're the one who wants/needs aftercare, they’ll be a little lost but will try their best. Lamb would probably bring you water and a snack, then offer to talk about it.

Body part: Their favourite body part on themselves is their back because they love their back tattoo. On you, Lamb especially loves your hands… which is why one of their go-to flirting tactics is comparing hands. They would never call their fascination with hands a kink… but it definitely is.

Cum: They tend to have dry orgasms, but when there is cum, there’s very little of it. Lamb is grossed out by all bodily fluids and hates it when cum gets on them or the on the sheets.

Dirty secret: It’s not much of a secret, but Lamb’s biggest fantasy is being tied up with pretty ribbons. To them it’s less about being restricted and more about the artistic nature of shibari.

Experience: A little bit of experience. Lamb isn’t a virgin before they meet you, but their experience is limited to a few drunken one night stands. They aren’t totally lost but they also aren’t confident in their skills which is part of why they like to let you take the lead.

Favourite position: Doggy. No questions asked. Loves to show off their back tattoo, loves the deep angle, loves having their hair gently pulled. In the situation where they’re the one penetrating, likes cowgirl the most because they like to stare at your pretty face.

Goofy: Not one bit. If you laugh at something during the deed, Lamb will interpret it as you laughing at them. They’ll call for a time out to figure out why you were laughing at them… and upon finding out that their lover indeed was not laughing at them, Lamb will get embarrassed and a little grumpy. They’re just too insecure for silliness in the bedroom. 

Hair: Lamb’s body hair is blonde and not very visible. They keep it trimmed down there, but don’t like to shave because it itches when growing back out. Doesn’t have a preference about your body hair.

Intimacy: Lamb enjoys both romantic and non-romantic sex. Physical pleasure is the most important thing to them, but likes it lovey-dovey too. They usually go based off how you both are feeling in the moment.

Jack off: Lamb likes to touch themselves, sometimes even prefers it to sex. It’s a way of relieving stress and showing themselves love. It’s even more fun to do it with their partner. This way they have full control over their own pleasure while still being affectionate with their lover.

Kink: They aren’t a very kinky person in general, but they have a few fantasies… most notably shibari. Lamb is also interested in petplay, but they consider that a bit too embarrassing to admit. They also want to ask you to overstimulate them some time, but they’re too nervous to ask.

Location: At home! Bent over a desk, on the floor, in the shower… it doesn’t matter to them, but they won’t do it anywhere people might walk in on you guys doing the deed. To Lamb, that’s just stressful.

Motivation: They are very easily turned on. They’re a playful and teasing person, but love being teased back too. When they were still sleeping with strangers, it was mostly hot physical features that got them going. Now that they have a partner, it’s mostly your dirty words that turns them on.

No: Any kind of pain is a huge no for Lamb. Especially being choked. Pain just isn’t enjoyable for them. They also hate being degraded, simply because they would always think that you meant some part of what you said. No amount of reassurance during aftercare could get rid of that mean little voice in the back of their mind saying that their partner finds them disgusting/whorish. :( 

Oral: Lamb prefers receiving over giving, but is down for both. They like oral, but they much prefer using their hands and penetration. When giving head/going down on their partner, Lamb will spit out the cum or wipe their mouth afterwards. They just can’t get over that aversion to bodily fluids.

Pace: Lamb likes it slow and sensual in theory, but in reality they often find themselves frustrated. They’re very impatient in bed, and often end up begging to just be pounded into the mattress.

Quickie: YES! A quickie before work is among Lamb’s favourite things sexually. As long as there’s enough time for some aftercare cuddles, they’re down.

Risk: Will try most things once. If you want to try something, they’ll try it. But if it ends up not being their thing, they’ll express it clearly. Lamb is very picky with the things they enjoy sexually, and usually likes to stick to what they know they’ll love.

Stamina: They can comfortably go for two rounds… anything beyond that steps into overstimulation territory… which they definitely couldn’t handle… definitely not… Unfortunately, you're too caring to push them without Lamb asking for it.

Toys: Lamb owns a dildo which they bought back when they were single. It doesn’t see much use these days, as they prefer to either please themselves with their hand or ask for the assistance of their partner.

Unfair: Loves to tease their partner… well, until their partner starts teasing back. Lamb can dish it out but can’t take it. The brattiness ends when they’re impatient and needy, begging for your touch.

Volume: Lamb starts out quiet, biting back any moans. They’re self-conscious of the noises that threaten to escape them. But they can never keep it up for long, and they eventually forget why they were holding back to begin with. They whine and whimper, always desperate for more.

Wild card: Lamb loves to act like they’re above it all. They act like their feelings can’t be hurt, like they don’t care about or want relationships. That’s because they’re so insanely afraid of being vulnerable. Even in bed with their loving partner, Lamb can’t truly express what they want and need. What if you think that what they really want is gross or boring or even worse, cringeworthy? Sex makes Lamb feel vulnerable and dirty, but also loved. They crave it, but deep down despise themselves for not being able to maintain their detached façade.

X-ray: Moving on from that… Lamb was assigned male at birth and they’re quite content with the way their body is now. Their dick is average in length, around five inches hard. It’s a little bit thicker than average with a prominent vein going down the left side. No noticeable curve.

Yearning: They’re pretty horny. Lamb could happily do it every single day of the week, but they adapt easily to their partner’s needs. They don’t mind dealing with any pent up frustration on their own.

Zzz: Lamb loves to nap after fun times, and is out like a light as soon as possible. Which is usually after a bath, because they hate feeling sweaty and covered in cum. :/

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