#reader is non binary/not specified

[yurislotusgarden]

My daily 50 kisses

ʚїɞ Dazai Osamu x Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so there may be mistakes!

ʚїɞ First x reader work

ʚїɞ word count: 208

ʚїɞ Tw's: None! Just pure fluff with soft Dazai, Dazai calls himself your future husband once, reader's gender is not specified in any way, the reader is implied to be at least slightly shorter than Dazai

34, 35, 36, 3- oh?

36 is the exact number of how many kisses Dazai got on the face. He counted, and mind you, it was too little. 

“Why’d you stopped?” Came the question from the brunette, his arms tightening around your waist. Your hands were on his cheeks, he was enjoying the feeling thank you very much.

“Didn’t you have enough by now?”

“Nope! Your handsome boyfriend demands more kisses!” At that, the taller figure gets closer to your face.

“What if I say no?” A chuckle from you, an amused one. Dazai’s always like this when you give what he decides, is too little affection.

“You see, there’s no ‘no’ option. You simply have to agree”

“I would disagree” It was hard not to smile in this situation, seeing your significant other so openly wanting affection from you never fails to warm your heart.

“And I disagree with your disagreement. Your future husband is demanding his 50 daily kisses, and he won’t fail at getting them” You don’t fail on slightly blushing at what he called himself - just what he wanted to see.

“Your daily 50 kisses? That’s the first time I hear of such a  rule”

“Hm, you heard right. My daily 50 kisses”

Notes, comments, reblogs and anything else is greatly appreciated

[nebbyy]

Asra Alnazar x reader - Intimacy before and after

Summary: just some headcanons that came to my mind about Asra<3

Warning: smuttt, but nothing crazy tho, there are mostly mentions or hints of smut, nothing specifically described (it’s mostly just angst tbh). There are also SPOILERS for Asra’s route and the Arcana plot in general, so if you haven’t finished playing it I suggest you don’t read this post. 

A/N: just to specify, reader is wrote as non-binary:) Also, this is the first smuttish thing I write, so feedbacks and advices are very much welcome<3<3

Asra has always been a passionate lover. It’s just the way he is, his body can’t help but follow the intensity of feelings his soul feels, and transfer it from the level of the soul to the level of the body

When he first met you, it was almost as if a wave washed over him, depriving him of balance, and he could find it once again in the feeling of you and your body, pressed against him

Passion mixes with intensity and haste the first times the two of you have sex. His every movement is a physical demonstration of  just how deep, how powerful, his feelings for you are

Once the two of you are done, you’re left breathless, legs shaking and sore, sweat covering your body, tears of pleasure running down your cheeks. You’re spent in the best way possible

It starts to change during the beginning of the Red Plague. The deep empathy you feel for the people dying in the streets, the desire to do something to help, takes all your desires to feel pleasure (or anything joyful for that matter), replacing it with the urge to help as many as you can

You start growing distant from each other, the atmosphere in the shop becomes tense, the interactions between you and Asra are short and almost void of any emotion. You start visiting the castle more often, volunteering to help doctor Devorak in finding a cure for this Plague. It comes without say that sex wasn’t really in neither of your minds

And it only becomes worse after your death. Asra feels that same wave washing over him, but this time he doesn’t welcome the feeling of it. It make feel lost, knowing that the very person he used to hold on to, the only one that made him forget the rest of the world, and just give into the pleasure the wave brought

This wave brings grief, desperation. Hell, it even brings hallucinations to some point. He can’t make out what’s real and what’s fake, he can’t discern when he’s dreaming and when he’s awake

It’s at this point that his situationship with Julian starts. We all know just how toxic it was, for the both of them. But Julian needed to feel love in these dreadful times, and Asra needed to feel that same feeling of grounding to save him from the power of that wave

It wasn’t the same as you, he knew that very well. Julian couldn’t fill the void of love Asra felt, he could only satisfy his carnal desires, give him that brief high that, for just a moment, made him forget everything that was happening in his life, his losses, his mistakes, his regrets

But not much time passes before that high becomes unsatisfying, and the guilt of what he’s doing takes over him. How can he do this with Julian, when all he’s thinking of is you? How can he deem himself worthy of having you once again in his arms, when instead of keeping the void you left empty, awaiting for your return, he filled it with someone else, someone not even comparable to you in his eyes?

That’s when the weird relationship between Asra and Julian ends, when Asra conveys all his energies and time in finding a way to get you back

At first, there was nothing in his mind when it came to you other than gratitude to have you back along with the utmost care to tend to you, to comfort you when you were in pain or scared at whatever appeared new to you after you came back. Your mind was at the same level as one of a child, there was no desire in Asra other than to have you back as you were

As time goes by, and you regain the aspects of the person you once were, that desire, that wave of passion, starts to awaken once again in him

And then after years of longing for the feeling of you’re touch, of your body pressed against him, he once again can feel that same feeling of euphoria once your bodies merge once again. Only that this time, his demeanor has changed. There’s a different kind of intensity in his actions

There’s not the feverish haste in his movements anymore; instead, he takes his sweet time kissing you, caressing your body, worshipping you as if you were some sort of deity. He holds you as if you’d disappear in his arms if he loosens his grip too much

His thrusts are slow and deep, making that wave of pleasure that’s in him fall into you too. It makes you feel a deeper kind of pleasure, one with such forse that it has you detached from reality once you reach your high, it knocks the breath out of your lungs, and it makes you only desire to hold Asra closer, to have him deeper inside you. You almost wish you could become one

There are still times where you have fast, rough sex, one that ends quickly and leaves you both breathless and spent. But you just prefer to feel that deeper connection, the one that has you longing for more, that morphs into endless hours of just holding each other. It makes you both feel as if time has stopped, and there’s no one else in the world but you two

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

don't tag your posts with x male reader if it's very obviously female reader implied please. it can make people really uncomfortable and dysphoric, plus it just floods the x male reader tags with fem content

*takes long drag of my cigar* "thank you bobby

Throughout the beginning of my writing, the WB reader was never specified to have a gender because I wanted the reader to be whatever the person reading it wanted them to be. This is why I have male/female in my tags; I also have non-binary and gender-neutral tags because the reader's gender has not been specified. The beauty of it was that anyone could read it—boy, girl, whatever—and still feel seen. As I continued to write and became more invested in my craft, I decided to differentiate the two readers. If I was going to write the WB reader as female, then I would only use female tags. If I was going to write the WB reader as male, I would only use male tags. If I didn't specify the reader's gender, I would include both non-binary and gender-neutral tags so people could find whatever they were looking for in my content. I won’t lie; I am kind of biased—I write more female than male characters in my stories, but that doesn't mean I don't write male readers. I tend to draw more girls and write a lot about them—it's really in my blood, if we're being honest.

In one of the smuts with Tim Drake, the one with the camera, if you know, you know, the reader does not have a gender in that story because I didn't know how to specify the reader. My friend suggested, "Just make them non-binary and use the word 'bud' to be specific with the genitals." Thank you for that one, Grayson! In another smut I wrote, my first one featuring Jaime Reyes and a male reader, it was also next to a female reader, and I'm pretty gender-neutral with my readers. Yes, I do write male readers, but I usually like to write near-female readers; for example, the first part will be dedicated to a female reader, and the next part will be dedicated to a male reader.

With my Deathstroke reader, I wanted them to be a guy, but then I decided they would just be non-binary for now because I wanted to keep the feminine aspects in the story for lore purposes. I understand how upsetting it can be to go to a tag specifically for male readers and find female reader content instead. I have gone to a tag thinking I would get Black reader content and ended up with something completely different. But I try my best to be mindful with my writing and make sure that I use the right tags because everyone deserves to have something written about them.

(Also if you wanna read male reader stuff check out my buddy and maybe moot @invincibledc love them so much or my dear friend and freak Grayson @tearvls )

[lotusloong]

Requests are Closed!

In between writing my WIPs I’d like to get additional practice in as well as interact with more of y’all!

I do not have a specific time frame I'm giving myself to complete these, it’s for fun and pleasure. Please do not send in message after message asking if I’m doing your prompt or why isn’t it out yet. Writing takes time and I have a life outside of my blog. (If you want to send in an ask to make sure I got your request you are more than welcome to, just don’t spam me with one everyday.)

Accepted fandoms:

Journey to the West

Black Myth Wukong

New Gods Nezha Reborn

Monkey King Reborn

Monkey King Hero is Back

Netflix Monkey King

Lego Monkie Kid*

*When it comes to Lego Monkie Kid I have not actually watched the show in its entirety. If you have an idea for something plot related, be sure to be specific so I can look it up.

Things I will not write:

Torture porn

Scat and piss play

That's literally it, anything else is free game, I welcome dark and twisted ideas just as much as I do happy and fluffy ones

How to make a request:

Send in an ask or submission, be sure to include things like:

The version/fandom 

What themes you would like to see (something dark or something fluffy, smut wanted or keep it platonic, etc)

The characters involved

Any specific details about Reader if it is a reader insert request! My default is to write female Reader, but if you want male or non-binary please specify! Also true if you want specific ties to cultures or backgrounds and such! 

Writing OC’s is pretty shaky ground for me, mostly because I will never know your OC better than you. For this reason, as of right now, I will not do OC requests unless it's a commission.

Other than that go wild! I have a tag under Prompt Ideas to send in, or you can send in your own thoughts!

[the-modern-typewriter]

Yk all do considering… What if you blatantly just did NB x NB with a vampire and werewolf. Make it as spicey as you want right but either way hey lean into the gender neutral thing! There’s like 𝘯𝘰 rep of non binary on non binary action. Enemies to allies to friends to lovers type beat too. Either way hope ur doing well ik it’s trying times rn but yah 🖤

(In reference to this post I think)

It's not the gender neutral pronouns themselves that are the problem, so much as more the trying to leave a character's physical description as vague as possible.

When I'm writing they/them pronouns, it is rarely about how a specific character identifies, and more about the fact that I'm writing short pieces on the internet and not specifying the sex/gender of the characters means people's imaginations can do what suits their desires.

Of course non-binary people exist, have sex and deserve to be able to read smutty scenes that represent that. But real life non binary people still have bodies. They don't float in a middle ground where people can picture any sex/gender/appearance that they want.

It's a purely writing craft issue, in that unlike a lot of scenes where your physicality can be ambiguous, sex involves physical body parts in a way that makes it is very hard to therefore write a concrete spicy scene if you do not give your characters some level of specificity. E.g. you have to at least commit to a certain extent on how sex actually works with your characters. It's not about their identity so much as 'okay, but what are they actually doing? What is happening?'

There's a reason, for example, character x reader fiction still tends to specify the sex/gender of the reader often.

I don't think you need to go into in-depth details about those body parts to write a good spicy scene, but you do need to decide what they are.

You can't have scrodinger's smut, though wouldn't that be something!

(I hope this doesn't read as me jumping on your ask or anything! It's a great idea. I'm just trying to explain the particular potentially niche issue I'm having haha)

[chaosartic]

START OF THE SEASON SPECIAL

AUTHORS NOTE

Welcome to my first writing special!

This year will be my first full season watching F1 (and writing) and therefore I wanted to start a small special event. In the next two weeks you may request anything from the prompts below as well as any kind of headcanons.

This is also as a small thank you to everyone who’s been with me so far! In a bit under a month I meet some amazing people, made friends and joined a new community. I’m so grateful for everything and could’ve never imagined that I’d come this far.

Find out more about this event under the cut!

RULES

- deadline for this event is when the Australian GP starts aka 16th March

- please include no more than two prompts or one headcanon per request

- also please request for no more than two drivers at the same time, yes I write poly

- you may request as often as you want

- if you do not specify what gender the reader has I will automatically write with a female!reader. However I’m also open to write male!reader and non binary!reader if requested

- I write fluff, angst, humor and smut/suggestive, so feel free to request anything you like (if the headcanon isn’t a 100% clear on this please include it in your request)

- I only accept requests that land in my ask box. Comments, reblogs and private messages don’t count for this event

- I don’t have a fixed posting schedule so please be aware that it might take a bit till your request is posted

- I have every right to decline and not write any request if I don’t feel like it

If the prompts run out during the event I might add some more!

WHO I WRITE FOR

Alex Albon, Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, Franco Colapinto, George Russell, Kimi Antonelli, Lando Norris, Max Verstappen, Ollie Bearman and Oscar Piastri

Do you want to request someone who isn’t mentioned above? Feel free to write me and I might consider it.

HOW TO REQUEST

with a prompt: prompt number (or what it says) + driver (+ setting and/or idea)

example: prompt #2 + Oscar (+ fluff/first date together)

for a headcanon: idea for headcanon (also type of fic if not clear) + driver

example: quiet night in with smut + George

PROMPTS & HEADCANONS

PROMPTS

1. “Please don’t ever stop touching me.” - taken with Franco (+ 11)

2. “I may have found a new addiction.”

3. “Do that again it feels nice.” - taken with Oscar

4. “Sorry for waking you up baby. Go back to sleep.” - taken with Kimi

5. “Shit. Shit, shit, shit, c’mere.” - taken with Ollie (+ 6)

6. “Hey, hey, shhhh. You’re okay.” - taken with Ollie (+ 5)

7. “Hey, lean on me. I can carry you.” - taken with Alex (+ 8)

8. “You did so good.” - taken with Alex (+ 7)

9. “I have a solution.” “Thank goodness.” “It involves fire.” “Absolutely not.” - taken with Lando

10. “Why are you hiding behind me? What did you do?” - taken with Charles (+ 13)

11. “Do you ever shut up?” “I thought you liked my smart mouth.” “ I do. When it’s shut.” - taken with Franco (+ 1)

12. “Do you need this back, or?” - taken with Ollie

13. “I can see you staring at him. You aren’t being very subtle, you know.” - taken with Charles (+ 10)

14. “You idiot.”

15. “Is that my shirt?” - taken with Kimi

HEADCANONS

These are just some ideas, feel free to request anything else that comes to your mind!

First date, love language, quiet evening together, random dates, how you cuddle together, …

[hpowellsmith]

Heart's Choice WIP announcement: Heart of the Mountain by Fay Ikin

Heart of the Mountain is a new Heart's Choice text game by Fay Ikin, the author of Heart of Battle and Asteroid Run: No Questions Asked. It's in the same setting as Heart of Battle, with a new MC and totally standalone.

Play Chapter 1 here! Fay would love to hear whatever feedback you have if you have a moment - either on the forum, or send it to me and I'll pass it on to her as she's not on here.

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The war between the Coritan Republic and Messimera has been over for years, but as a magician you’ll never be free of your duties to your country.

With control over warmth and heat energy, you’ve been sent to a remote Messimeran outpost, where a small group of soldiers from both sides have been tasked to cooperate and guard the northernmost demilitarized zone…where your predecessor went mysteriously missing.

If anyone crosses the mountain pass or the frozen waterway, the peace treaties could fail. It’s frigid, isolated work, and monotonous until a mysterious fellow magician falls at your doorstep hiding dangerous secrets. Will you welcome your kind, or support your colleagues’ suspicions of them?

Everyone has their own agenda - and their own secrets to guard. When their goals oppose each other, who will you support and who will you stand against? Who will you keep close when your magic starts to fail, when paranoia and fear strike the outpost? A mysterious force within the mountain threatens to topple everything your country has worked for. What are you willing to lose to survive - your livelihood, your love, or your magic itself?

Heart of the Mountain is set in the same setting as Heart of Battle, 4-5 years later. All of the characters are new for this game, though backstory elements can have some familiar notes from the previous game. You won’t need to have played Heart of Battle to play this game.

I’m aiming for 3 or 4 chillies - some sex scenes are very explicit, and some will (at the reader’s choice) feature some intense kinky experiences.

As with Heart of Battle, it’s v/v. The MC can be a man (cis, trans or non-specified), woman (cis, trans or non-specified) or non-binary person (AMAB, AFAB, or not specified); the love interests are selectable between cis man/cis woman/non-binary.

There are four characters alongside the MC - everyone the MC interacts with is romanceable and plot relevant, and the conflict between different love interests’ goals and ambitions drives the plot.

All the characters have the possibility of a happy ending, but on some high-conflict routes some characters can become hostile antagonists

There are currently some polyamorous options planned: Eleri/Felician/MC, and Stelare/Theano/MC.

Romance Options:

Captain Felician Resende

GRIEVING OFFICER from the Coritan Republic

Felician’s magician best friend, the MC’s predecessor, went missing a month ago: a devastating loss Felician is still struggling to accept. With bad experiences with magic in the war, and a lingering deep distrust of magic, Felician’s trying hard to keep it out of the way of professional - or personal - relationships.

Best Felician: honorable, go-getting, enthusiastic

Worst Felician: inflexible, manic, controlling

What to say: “I agree, a five mile hike is a perfect team-building opportunity!”

What not to say: “I hope you don’t mind, I’ve made some amendments to your chore chart!”

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Sergeant Eleri Katsaros

CONFLICTED ENGINEER from Messimera

You can’t get secrets out of Eleri with a prybar, but it’s still obvious that Sergeant Katsaros bitterly regrets whatever happened during the war. So now, here’s someone committed to being kind while frozen with shame. Eleri can’t imagine being called a good person, let alone believing it.

Best Eleri: Idealistic, practical, reliable

Worst Eleri: Fatalistic, brittle, volatile

What to say: “Let’s stay up until four in the morning to do inventory. In silence.”

What not to say: “I’ll only give you your toolbox back if you can name five things you like about yourself.”

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Doctor Theano Leventis

MISANTHROPIC PHYSICIAN from Messimera

“Doctor Leventis has the potential to be a shining star of the Messimeran Army…if only Leventis could match talent with compassion”.

This, like other performance reviews, Theano has disregarded as ‘pointless sap’. There’s little point in babying other people’s emotions when there’s any number of things to do instead: music, reading, gambling, scientific analysis…you name it, Theano can do it. Unless it requires a bedside manner.

Best Theano: Creative, progressive, perceptive

Worst Theano: Bitter, destructive, dismissive

What to say: “Why would we be emotionally vulnerable with each other when we could get drunk and pass out instead?”

What not to say: “I’m sorry, but the future of the outpost relies on your ability to give me a convincing hug.”

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Stelare Belmonte

FLIGHTY MAGICIAN from the Coritan Republic

Magic academy washout, army washout, an Illustrious’ magickeeper’s washout, an arena designer washout…is there anything Stelare can’t get fired from for ‘wilful disobedience and lack of adherence to basic safety’?

Stelare has telekinetic magic: the application of force to move and manipulate the world. But instead of being indispensable, Stelare has happily embraced the label of ‘massive liability’ and the freedom that comes with it. But what exactly is the plan on this remote, classified mountaintop?

At their best: Passionate, ambitious, protective

At their worst: Unpredictable, careless, vindictive

What to say: “I made you some hot chocolate, the others are so jealous!”

What not to say: “You don’t scare me…you’re just mediocre.”

[mydearyanderes]

yan hypno therapist with non binary darling?

Darling wants to remove their nightmares

Divider credit: @uzmacchiato

Word count: 497

Tags: Obsession, stalking, kidnapping, hypnotism, non binary reader, non binary yandere

The moment the hypnotherapist first lays eyes on you, it’s over. Love at first sight. Obsession before the first hello. They watch you, especially at night, as you toss and turn in suffering. Perhaps you suffer because of them. Because you must feel their eyes burrowing into you, night after night. They don't know, nor do they care, but they know they have to help you. They set up fliers all around your small town for their business, coincidentally right in front of your house as well. They see you taking the fliers. They see you pondering. They see you walking towards their business. Their heart beats with excitement, fingers twitching to... help.

You sit across from the hypnotherapist in their cramped office, the air thick with something unspoken. They ask, their voice cold yet caring at the same time, "What seems to be bothering you, darling?" The use of the pet name sends a shiver up your spine. It's too close for a compete stranger to be calling you it. You sigh, your tensed body seeming to finally relax. You tell them about your constant nightmares—horrid dreams of being chased like a wild animal and cast into a cage. Nightmares of violence. Of stalking. Of twisted love. They hum as they listen to you, jotting down notes of everything you say in exquisite detail. You don't know it, but their heart pounds in ecstasy. Just being near you is almost unbearable—so much it hurts.

Of course, they hide it well behind a mask. They bring out a pendulum. They speak low, calm, "You're getting very sleepy." With each swing of the pendulum you feel your body sinking deeper and deeper into the couch as it gets harder and harder to keep your eyes open. "On the count of three, you will fall asleep." You nod slowly, your mind slowly drifting away. "One..." Your body gets heavier "Two..." Your mind gets sleepier "Three!" And like that you're out like a light. A soft, breathless giggle escapes them—giddy, unhinged. They step closer, drinking in the sight of your helpless, vulnerable form. They've seen you sleep before, of course, but never this close. It fills their body with heat. They crawl on top of your body. "Oh, my love…" Their fingers trace your cheek, reverent, possessive. "You're simply… breathtaking."

They cling your unmoving body closer to them. Their breaths grow ragged, trembling with emotion. They lean in even closer, whispering in your ear, "No more nightmares, my love. Not as long as I'm here to keep you safe…" They take in your scent, breathing in deeply, before finally lifting you in their arms. They press a delicate kiss to your forehead, lingering as if savoring the moment before walking off into their car. "You'll never fear anything again," they whisper. Cradling you protectively, they settle you into the car, whispering reassurances all the while. As the engine hums to life, the road stretches ahead—leading you somewhere only they decide.

A/N: I love this ask!! Also, you didn't specify the yans gender so I made them non binary as well :D

[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.

[7-wonders]

It's Just a Bunch of Hocus Pocus!

Summary: It's Halloweekend, and you've got a couple of parties to attend! Morpheus, who missed out on the development of Halloween into the holiday it is today, is very curious about what your plans are.

Word count: 1.8k

And now, a note from the author: Ahhh Claire actually managed to write something! I loved coming up with and writing this; I was giggling the entire time. As always, if you enjoyed, likes, comments, and reblogs (but especially the last two!) make my world go round. If you didn't like it, also let me know! I'm always down to hear constructive feedback/criticism—it's how we become better writers.

Though reader is wearing a skirt, the gender of reader is not specified! If you're non-binary or a guy and you wouldn't mind dressing up in a skirt for a group costume, I hope you enjoy this fic too!

It’s not often that Dream of the Endless visits you in your realm, instead of vice versa. While he had met you in the Waking, he had never been entirely comfortable there. That feeling, that wrongness, only increased tenfold after his imprisonment at the hands of Roderick Burgess. No, Morpheus is not overly fond of the Waking.

Tonight, however, he’s here, and you have a pretty good inkling as to why. 

Though Morpheus would never admit it, hearing you talk helps to calm him down when he’s feeling stressed (another thing he would never admit to: stress). After a frustrating day of holding court—one of his least favorite things to do, but one that was integral to the functioning of his realm—you decided that telling him about your plans for the week would be a bland enough topic where he would not have to actually listen to your words, but simply your voice. Your plan seemed to be working; you could feel his body relaxing in your arms, and you had never been more relieved to hear the absentminded hums of someone who was only half-listening to a conversation.

At some point, you mentioned that you were excited about the Halloween parties that you would be attending. That got his attention, drawing him out of the reverie that your voice and your fingers carding through his hair had lulled him into. He shifted in your hold, his black pools of stars looking up at you curiously.

“All Hallows’ Eve is not for another week though, yes?” he asked.

“Yeah, but it’s during the week this year, which means everybody celebrates the weekend before.”

“Why not celebrate on the day itself? Traditionally, Samhain is a very important holiday.”

Now the miscommunication made sense in your mind. It was only natural that he still thought of the holiday as what it was before 1916. “Oh! Halloween has evolved a lot, especially in the past hundred years. It doesn’t really resemble the Samhain of old.”

He still looks a little confused but nods. “How interesting. So you will also be participating in these…festivities early?”

“Festivities” was a good way to put it, and you decided to just leave it at that. How the hell else were you supposed to explain to your eons-old, all-powerful boyfriend that the Halloween of today is about wearing a fun/sexy costume, doing spooky activities like haunted houses or watching scary movies, and partying?

“Yep!” you said. “I have plans with friends; we’re going to wear our costumes and go celebrate with others.”

“What will your costume be?”

“I’m not quite sure yet. I have a couple of different ones, so I’ll probably decide the day of.”

That interest in modern Halloween, specifically how you celebrate Halloween, is why you’re not really all that surprised when you hear him call your name from the other side of the bathroom door while you’re taking a shower.

“In here, my love!” You just barely have to raise your voice, knowing that he’ll still hear you above the sound of water raining down. The bathroom door opens, and you stick your head out of the shower curtain. You very happily accept the kiss that he offers you. “Hi.”

“Hello.” His voice, deep and as smooth as dark chocolate, rumbles through your ears in a way that you’ll never tire of. It’s impossible to resist giving him one more kiss (can you be blamed?), so you give in to the temptation.

“Give me five minutes and then I’ll be done, okay?”

Though it’s very reluctant, he does part from you. It takes you a little less than that to finish with your shower, and you open the door again so that you can at least be in the same space as Morpheus while you hurriedly put some makeup on (thankfully your costume doesn’t require anything drastic beyond what you normally wear). He’s sitting patiently on your bed, eyes already trained on you as you move through your getting-ready routine.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. “You almost never visit me in the Waking.” 

You’re teasing him, since, as previously mentioned, you know exactly why he’s here. Naturally, Morpheus doesn’t catch on. “I wished to see you off before your Hallowe’en celebration.”

“That’s sweet of you!” To the bedroom you go, where your costume sits waiting atop your dresser. “I’m just about ready to go, I only need to finish putting my costume on.” 

Morpheus’s face grows flushed at the easy compliment you give him (you don’t think he’s ever been called ‘sweet’) and you laugh quietly before disappearing back through the bathroom with costume in tow.

A couple of months ago, two of your friends decided that being the Powerpuff Girls was the move for this Halloween and roped you into the idea. One of your friends, a natural blonde, claimed Bubbles before the idea could even fully be discussed. Your other friend was very excited to be a bearded Blossom and wear a giant bow on his head. This left Buttercup for you to dress up as, not that you were complaining.

Now, you’re sliding into a green crop top and a matching green skirt, this piece being made out of a shiny material. All three of your skirts are the same fabric (and definitely shorter than what’s considered decent), with the shirts being dealer’s choice. You finish your outfit off with black tights and a black headband—Bubbles is also wearing black tights, while Blossom will be sporting black knee-highs. All in all, it’s a pretty simple costume, but sometimes, that’s what the best costumes are.

You emerge from the bathroom once more and do a little twirl for Morpheus, whose eyes immediately light up. “This is very much a pop culture reference, so I’m not expecting you to understand the costume. Still, I think it turned out pretty good!”

Morpheus is not a man—the anthropomorphic personification of the collective unconscious, the Lord of Dreams and Ruler of the Nightmare Realm, simply chooses this as his favored form. Still, he is a man-shaped being, and like all man-shaped beings, he goes a little wild for the object of his affection in a short skirt.

“You will be wearing this in public?” he asks, standing up and approaching you.

Morpheus has lived for as long as beings have been able to dream. He quite literally lived through the Beginning when Adam and Eve didn’t know what clothes were, as well as a number of empires for whom clothing was merely a suggestion. The affront he’s showing at the clothes you’re wearing must be some sort of code for “this is my partner wearing something I consider sexy and I’m feeling possessive about other people seeing them.” That he looks at you as though you’re wearing the barest scraps of clothing and not dressing up as a cartoon superhero has you feeling mighty powerful.

You’d be lying if you said that didn’t turn you on a little bit.

“This is tame compared to what a lot of other people wear,” you inform him.

Morpheus does not look as though he’s listening. No, he’s focused on your body rather than your words. One hand rests on your waist to pull you closer to him, and the other hand comes to rest on your upper thigh where the skirt ends. He rubs the skirt between his thumb and index finger as though he’s testing the fabric. 

“Am I correct in assuming that costumes are no longer worn to disguise the wearer from errant spirits?”

“Yes, you’re correct.” Right now though, explaining the traditions of Halloween is not important to you. You need some validation, and stat. “But do you like it?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Thank you,” you say smugly, smacking his hand as he tries to slip it higher under your skirt. “Not tonight. I have to meet up with the gang soon!”

“Might I make a suggestion?” 

You nod. No matter how outlandish the suggestion, you’d listen to him make it, and you’d probably take it into strong consideration.

Morpheus places a delicate kiss on your jaw before he trails his lips to your ear. “Forget about your friends and stay with me for the evening,” he whispers seductively.

Oh, but that is tempting. You can already imagine the way in which Morpheus would remove your costume, the feeling of his hands on your body as he makes you forget about anything outside of you and him and the pleasure you bring each other. From the darkened look he gives you, he’s already picked up on these daydreams, and he’s in total agreement of that order of events. 

Unfortunately, your brain, that traitorous organ, reminds you of why you shouldn’t be absconding to the Dreaming with your lover.

You sigh in frustration at the logic and lean your forehead against his. “I would, but I’ve had these plans for a couple of weeks now, and I really am looking forward to them.”

Though it very obviously pains Morpheus to say it, he does agree. “Yes, I suppose it would be…rude to abandon them.”

“I should probably go,” you say begrudgingly, pulling away from him and focusing intently on gathering what you’ll need so that you don’t give in to your desire.

Morpheus watches as you whirl around the room, muttering the name of each item as you grab them. Your phone is annoyingly elusive, and you think you’ll just have to go without it until it’s dangled in front of you by your Dreamlord. Gratefully, you take it from him.

“Thank you,” you say sheepishly. That’s the last of your belongings, but you feel like you can stall just a bit longer. He’s heard about your plans, but you haven’t heard of his. “What will you do while I’m gone?”

“Wait for you to return to my embrace once more,” he teases.

“Please try to do something instead of moping the whole time.”

“I do not mope!”

You give him a look, one that says you see right through this charade. “Yes. You do. I’m sure there’s a new book you’ll want to read. Maybe ask Lucienne what she’s been working on, or start creating a new nightmare?”

“Are you not going to be late?” Morpheus deflects. It makes you laugh, but he is right, so you do a once-over of your room to make sure you’re not missing anything and kiss him briefly.

“Bye. I love you.”

“I love you as well, my starlight. You remember how to call for me should you run into trouble?” Of course you do: write down his name and speak it. It’s cute of him to act like he won’t try to have Matthew follow you, though.

You can’t help but smile at the sweet gesture. “Yes, I remember. I’ll be fine, okay?”

He nods, satisfied. “I shall see you later, then.”

You’re able to sneak in one more kiss before he’s off and you’re heading to your front door, already counting down the hours until your night of partying is over. Who knew dressing up like a Powerpuff Girl could get someone so hot and heavy?

If Morpheus thinks that’s attractive, just wait until he sees the angel costume you’re wearing tomorrow.

[mydearneteyam]

Hii could you maybe write something for human! M!reader who comes out as trans to neteyam?

IDENTITY ;; NETEYAM

summary ;; just a few heacanons about reactions, tips, comments and validation from neteyam!

pairing ;; neteyam x human!trans-male!reader (platonic + romantic)

warnings ;; i think there's none ??

word count ;; 0.8k (with bonus)

a/n ;; you didn't specify what type you wanted this (neither hc or os nor platonic or romantic), so I'll do headcanons with these last two because i liked the idea, if there's something you didn't like, please go ahead and tell me!

PLATONIC

✦ Neteyam knew you since probably before the return of the humans. Your parents were scientists in favor of the na'vi and decided to raise you in Pandora in the company of some na'vi children where Neteyam was.

✦ Now, we must make something clear, and that is that in Pandora there are several words that are of human term. And for example, "trans" would be one of these.

✦ Neteyam could tell that you were starting to dress differently, talk differently, but he didn't question anything because he simply respected your space, but when you commented to him how you felt- no, how you identified, he cocked his head to one side.

✦ "That… What does that mean?" but his confused smile only made you imply that he would support you independent of its meaning.

✦ When you explained the term to him, how it was seen on earth and according to what your parents had explained to you (which in a good way they also accepted you the first time you talked to them), he seemed to understand a bit more.

✦ So he began to give you some ideas of clothing to make you feel more attached to the Na'vi culture (if you would like that idea) or simply, helping you to stylize you more, even sometimes trying to accompany you to train to define your body a little more if you wished so.

✦ If I'm not wrong, the culture's clothes are always supposed to be made by friends or family, since they come with a symbolic load and Neteyam as, for now, he is the one who is more informed, has decided to give you from time to time clothes that he thinks would fit you.

✦ In case you wanted to clarify this with others of your friends Neteyam would be the first to correct the feminine terms to masculine.

✦ "He, Loa'k. Reader is he".

✦ In a platonic way, you can expect a lot of support from Neteyam and truth be told, identity is not an issue in his culture and he will do his best to understand you, even asking others how to help you a bit more.

ROMANTIC

✦ Now, in a romantic way, Neteyam takes it a step further.

✦ Yes, the story is the same and when you gave him the comment he questioned what it meant, but quickly and not to worry you, he gave you a hug and put both your foreheads together.

✦ "I don't understand much… but I want to help you feel good in your own skin."

✦ So he looks for answers from some scientists, from his father, from some of your human friends and all to find out how to get you to feel comfortable.

✦ If you want to cut your hair, he will style it. If it was already short, he'll try to decorate it a bit like some of the guys have (BONUS: but Spider and Lo'ak will be there too).

✦ If you want to change your appearance, he'll do his best to cover your chest area and in case you've already done so, he'll remind you to be careful not to hurt yourself.

✦ Interesting fact, but in Frontiers of Pandora, Okul is possibly a non-binary character (Tsu'kiri too) that despite having a female model, has a male voice and I have the hc that there must be some way to alter the testosterone for the na'vis so Neteyam would travel by sea and land looking to know if you could get an avatar (that already has the biological change) or simply, know if there is something to help you in your human form.

✦ His family is quite respectful of you and have stopped treating you with feminine pronouns as soon as you and Neteyam confirmed them (Sometimes Lo'ak gets confused, but apologizes as if he shot you in the stomach) and although in the village there may always be someone who questions you, Neteyam will jump to defend you as a human and as a man.

✦ Finally, as a partner Neteyam is not much different from his platonic version, but I can tell you that he will love you unconditionally and will do his best to make sure that the way you see yourself is not a hindrance in your daily life.

BONUS ;;

"Wow, what about this handsome guy, is he busy?" you heard Neteyam's voice entering the lab. You turned around with an amused look and raised your head, looking him in the eyes.

"Just busy trying to convince Norm to get Spider and me Avatars" you admitted, giving a sigh as you folded your arms. He noticed that despite the smile you gave him, you didn't seem to look so good and he knelt down, kissing your cheek.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you wanted to, but your throat wouldn't give words, so he hugged you. His body hid yours lovingly, as if you were a crystal about to break, as if you were the last precious stone in all of Pandora.

"Maybe they can't get an avatar yet. But we all know who you are. Your personality, your essence, your identity… none of that is based on your body. I see you, my love."

a/n² ;; i THINK i understood what you meant, so i tried to do the best i could. although i am from the trans umbrella as a gender fluid person, i personally am very oblivious to certain behaviors that i know other people may have, but I hope you liked it, if there's something you didn't like, please tell me, love ¡!

[n1ghtman]

can we get some closeted mac smut? Like season one himbo mac, literally any context will do !!

CLOSETED MAC

summary: more rambling than a coherent fic, what it’s like to get with closeted mac

pairing: mac mcdonald x non-woman! reader

cws: reader’s gender isn’t exactly specified other than they aren’t a woman (inclusive to non-binary folks), reader’s genitalia also isn’t specified, hookups, non-established relationship, but established friendship sort of, toxic, mac is so horny that he should be put down, season one mac so his hair is still nice, reader is basically mac’s gay awakening, drunk sex, reader is much more comfortable in their sexuality than mac

wc: about 1k

reblogs are appreciated!

mac has never had much of a reason to question his sexuality. sure, he admires the male form and craves male validation more than anything, but he’s always gotten with women. that’s just… how it went, really. he didn’t think too much on it, including his general disinterest in anything other than just emptying his balls when it came to girls. he found women irritating and hardly attractive, aside from, uh, you know… the stuff he’s supposed to like. you know, big tits, tight tops, whatever.

it really shouldn’t have been such a surprise to him when he felt a certain type of way when he met you. for the first night, and the next while, he felt like a teenager again — giddy, tripping over his own two feet, and often finding himself having to readjust his pants. at first, he didn’t think much of it; you were cool, he wanted to impress you. he wanted to be friends. bros. pals… he just struggled to get why he felt so *nervous, and how much he liked just looking at you.

the first time you two slept together, both of you were drunk. it was a nighttime blur, the lights of the bar somehow turning into the lights of an apartment. all either of you really remember are the messy, heated kisses, desperate touches and moaning — being intertwined, and grasping to be even closer. you woke up first the next morning; you weren’t entirely sure what happened, but being naked under the sheets with mac lightly snoring besides you told you enough. that was the most peaceful you had ever seen him.

things were incredibly awkward once mac woke up. as he realized what went down between you two last night, his jaw dropped — for a solid minute or two, all that managed to come out of his mouth were vague noises of shock. he looked like a fish out of water, really, before he finally got the idea to scramble out of bed and snatch his boxes off the floor. he insisted that you two didn’t have sex — or, even if you did, which, god forbid… both of you were just insanely drunk. which meant that it meant nothing — a mistake at best. you can only watch with a raised brow and slightly unimpressed look as he clumsily tugs his pants on. this reaction didn’t totally surprise you. after all, you had heard various of mac’s homophobic comments and jokes.

you might have expected things to end there, with mac leaving your apartment in a rush. mac could only *hope that things would end there. on the way back to the bar, his heart was pounding in his chest. he would have just gone home, but, even one question from dennis about where mac had been the night before probably would have sent him over the edge. mac found himself oddly productive that day, desperate to will away his curious mind �� the one that couldn’t help but try and put together the pieces of last night. as much as he tried to shoo the thoughts away, they just kept coming back.

the next time mac sees you, he has to desperately try and will away an erection. he can feel the sweat forming in his palms, and he feels like a total idiot in front of you. it doesn’t help that you hardly seem bothered — a little concerned and slightly amused, perhaps, but you were by no means as graceless as him.

he wasn’t sure how, but he found himself going home with you again. while not quite sober, neither of you were piss drunk by any means; when you point this out, mac tries to form an argument, but he can’t. and so, he just presses a heated, open mouthed kiss to your lips. and that’s how it went, really — you didn’t talk about it. there wasn’t much point to it. actions spoke louder than words, anyways, right? that might explain how quickly he got off, how a few touches from you were enough to make him cream his pants; how he got hard again just minutes after; how clingy he began to get; how much he insisted on putting his lips on you, touching anywhere and everywhere you’d let him; how he’d grip your hips like he wanted to nail his hands to them.

sleeping with closeted mac means never showing any form of PDA, of any sort. even friendly affections made him nervous. all his friends could tell what was going on, but mac thought they didn’t have a clue — and he wanted to keep it that way. he started to carry around one of those pocket sized bibles. any attempts you make to have a conversation about it, he shoots down — most of his excuses make no sense, but he rambles until you couldn’t possibly come up with a response.

funnily enough, though, the reason his friends can tell is because of him. if they ever confronted him, he’d blame you, but in reality, it’s him who slips up. it’s him who grins nonstop around you, who wraps an affectionate arm around your shoulders, who practically giggles at your jokes. it’s all him. the only way you could get him to even consider labeling anything would be by giving him an ultimatum. is it a bit toxic? sure, but compared to *his shit, it’s practically angelic.

[benevolentpeach]

Sub!Kyojuro Rengoku X Dom!Non-Binary Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Mommy Kink, Praise Kink, Edging(M receiving), Cockwarming, Pet Names(Good Boy, Little Sun), Overall just SMUT, Reader doesn't have a specified gender but has female anatomy

Word Count: 1'283

I got bored and made a little Rengoku blurb on Docs and thought I'd post it here. Enjoy! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS POST OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED! 🔞

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

Beautiful dark lashes gazed upon them as if they were the very reason he existed, the very reason he even breathed and went about life. Those beautiful wet lashes gazed upon them as if they were his God, his deity, worshiping the ground they walked on, and obeying every command they gave.

Soft pants and whimpers escaped his lips as he took in the sight of how beautifully their bodies connected as one, ever grateful for even being allowed the chance to ravish their divine body with such vulgar touches.

He almost felt as if he didn't deserve such a divine being, but the way his body fervently rocked up against their hips, the way their beautiful noises filled his ears like an angelic prayer, those thoughts were soon pushed to the farthest regions of his brain.

“Such a good boy for me Kyo.. Fucking me so good.. Fuck..” 

His breath hitched in his throat, chest fluttering at the praise, a needy whine replacing the gratefulness he originally wanted to return.

His hips involuntarily bucked up against their body, eliciting a shrill mewl from their lips, the image of their head being thrown back in a fit of pure unadulterated pleasure almost enough to make him paint their delicate insides white.

“Fuck.. Mommy please..” He pathetically whined, feeling his pace become erratic and sloppy as he desperately chased after his high. “Please.. Wanna cum.. Inside you.. Please.. I'll be a good boy for you..” His pitiful moans and whimpers began to increase the more he slammed his cock in just the right spot against their tight cunt. 

He couldn't help but keep his eyes fixated on where his cock kept pummeling their insides, watching as he fucked them just the way they commanded him to made him feel even more sporadic and needy.

When delicate, slender fingers reached for his chin and tilted it so he was now hazily gazing directly into their almost ethereal eyes, he'd just about lost his will to be a good boy and wait for their instruction to finally cum.

The way they looked at him like he was the best thing in the world, in fact the only thing they cared about more than anything, while committing such a sinful act drove him completely mad, his sanity crumbling little by little. 

Look at me like that more.. Please.. Please never stop looking at me like that..

His crimson eyes began to slowly roll to the back of his head as he thoughtlessly rutted his hips against their body, mind beginning to blank with how pussy-drunk he'd become.

“Such a desperate needy little thing, hold on for just a bit longer for Mommy, can you do that sweetheart?” Their angelic voice was like honey, another whine cascading past his lips at the pet name.

“I.. I don't think.. I can last-” 

“Oh but you don't want to disappoint Mommy do you, my sweet boy… If you want to cum inside me so very badly, and don't think you can last, then at the very least…” They leaned down and bit the shell of his ear delicately, their breath fanning the side of his face feverishly. “Beg for it like the good little boy you are.” 

His eyes pinched shut as his eyebrows furrowed, cock throbbing helplessly at their domineering demand. “Fuck..” He whimpered quietly, barely audible. 

He would do anything and everything for them. He would even fall to the ground and kiss their boots if they so wished, but the intense feeling of pleasure that was wringing itself throughout his body made his mind go blank, the words he so desperately wanted to scream stuck in the back of his throat.

Their hand made its way around his throat, their fingers squeezing the sides delicately as they slammed their hips down, forcing him to stop his unnecessarily sloppy thrusts and let them take the reins. 

“Come on now Kyojuro, let me hear that pretty voice beg..” The hunger that lilted in their voice was enough to make him visibly shudder. 

His fastly approaching orgasm was right there, right on the very cusp, all he had to do was be good for them and beg like they wanted, but no matter how hard he tried to speak, nothing came out, leaving them to tsk and shake their head in a way that made it seem as if they were disappointed in the flame hashira.

But as soon as he went to apologize about his ineptitude, they suddenly lifted their hips, dragging his cock til it was just the tip that prodded at their entrance, before driving their weight down hard, a surprised yet pitiful moan slipping past his lips.

They rode him with little to no care for how he was currently trying his best not to cum without their say so, but just as he was about to cum, they stopped, his cock still buried deep within them. 

“You aren't going to cum until I hear you beg Kyo, come now pretty boy, I know you can do it.” They hummed, keeping perfectly still above him.

The torture of not being able to cum like he so desperately wanted was making his brain feel fuzzy, every time he felt their tight cunt squeeze his cock it would push him so very close to the edge but then he wouldn't get so much as a flutter from them until at least 2 minutes after the first, which told him they were definitely doing it on purpose.

One more tug at his cock from their cunt and he was practically a sobbing whimpering mess beneath them, eyes welling up with big fat tears as he finally found his voice.

“F-fuck! Please Mommy.. Please please please.. Wanna cum so bad.. Please.. Let me cum.. Inside.. Please..” He sobbed, pleading with not just his voice but with his eyes as he stared up at them.

They delicately swiped away the tears that were streaming down his face uncontrollably, before smiling with such tender love and care, leaning down to whisper in his ear once again. “Cum for me my precious sun..” 

Those words alone were enough to set him completely loose, his hips impatiently rutting against their body with the intent to finally chase his high and paint their insides white, all while letting out weak and whiny ‘thank you’’s and ‘I love you’’s against their gorgeous skin.

He knew they were cumming when he felt them collapse against his chest, a slew of whines and moans leaving their lips as he continued to pound them with fervor, and the flutter of their walls squeezing around his cock was the last bit of motivation he needed before he found himself biting their shoulder harshly.

“Fu-uck... Cumming..” He whined, hips slamming against their own a few more good times before his vision went white and he let out a shrill cry, cock throbbing with each rope of cum he painted their walls with.

His breathing was ragged and uneven as he rode out the rest of his orgasm, eyes heavy from exhaustion. 

They leaned back up atop him, eyes gazing down on him with such tender love and care that it made his heart soar. He couldn't help but use what little strength he had left in his body to reach his arms around them and bring them back to his chest, lips gently caressing their forehead and cheeks.

“You did such a good job Kyo, I'm so very proud of you..” They breathlessly said, before lifting their face until their lips met his with that same tender love and care they held in their eyes.

“I love you my little sun..” 

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

Hiiii! I love your work :p But like why is the reader specified to be black? Doesn’t that defeat the whole purpose of reader and y/n?????

Let explain my beautiful summer child

The reason why I made the black reader specifically black is that there should be more representation in fanfiction, especially X reader fanfiction or Y/N fanfiction. In many stories that I read, the reader is often portrayed as white or female, even when the author states that the reader doesn't have a race or doesn't have a specified gender. They automatically use she/her pronouns or describe the reader as having "pale white skin," even when the author has stated that the reader doesn't have a race or it's supposed to be "you" X reader. What if you don't have pale white skin? What if you're a black girl? For example, in another fic where they say, "he ran his fingers through her straight black hair," a black girl typically doesn't have straight black hair.

There are also many issues with the portrayal of blushing; black people don't blush, and if they are blushing, they're probably choking to death. It's not like I'm just making the reader specifically black; the black reader can be seen as Caribbean, Blasian, Nigerian, or your everyday New Yorker. The reader could be anybody—that's the whole point, right? Why do some authors describe the reader as female when the person reading it is male? Why do they get to talk about the reader's legs as if they're white when the reader could be of any other race? There are specific tags for specific readers. I include male and female reader tags, as well as non-binary reader tags, because there are people who read my work from different genders. That's why I use they/them pronouns in my writing. If I'm going to use she/her pronouns, then I make sure to indicate that in the reader's description at the bottom.

It's also really hard to find some black reader fanfiction that you can relate to or find characters you like who could be paired with a black reader. Black boys should be allowed to be represented in these works, and even if you're of a different race, you can still write about these readers—just don't be insensitive. I wanted to do this for the black community but also for myself. Maybe this will happen for you. It doesn't defeat the purpose; it just makes more people feel seen. You can be someone of another race and still enjoy my work—it's all about perspective. Plus, I'm getting real tired of reading fics where the creator writes, "the sun radiated off her pale skin," obviously referring to a dark-skinned girl, yet they still put X reader in the tag. Maybe I just walked myself into this.

Hope this helps!

[emrysmerlinambrose]

Reader insert writers I'm begging you please learn the difference between afab, fem, and female reader.

Afab: assigned female at birth. Female genitalia and unless otherwise specified is gender neutral. This includes female, ftm, and non-binary readers.

Fem: feminine terms. Can be a cis woman but isn't inherently one.

Female: cis woman.

Same shit for masc readers but there is so few masc reader writers and y'all know what these mean (I'm still putting it for new people tho)

Amab: assigned male at birth. Male genitalia. Same with afab, unless specified this is a gender neutral term. This includes cis men, trans women, and non-binary readers.

Masc: masculine terms. Can be a cis man but again isn't inherently one.

Male: cis man.

Please for the love of all that's good in this world stop putting afab when you mean female. I'm a trans man and constantly get disappointed when I'm reading a fic only to suddenly get "she/her"d and "princess"d when it was not tagged for fem reader.

[machveil]

getting mad at male readers is INSANE to me

fanfiction never has and never will be an exclusive thing for just us girls!?! I’ve read some of the best fanfics written by men and transmasc individuals and most of them even go out of their way to keep it neutral in terms of gender

they’re not invading our space because this has never been a woman or fem space only. Men, non-binary people, and any kind of non-women belong here just as much as the rest of us!! Gtfo anon

the disrespect towards male readers isn’t going to be tolerated. I have such a huge appreciation for the people that support my writing, ask for requests in my inbox, and generally interact with me. all of my posts (Immune!König, Roommate!Simon Riley, etc) are written as GN!Reader, unless otherwise specified, so everyone can experience a headcanon/fic

there are blogs that specifically cater to GN!, Fem!, and M!Readers respectively, but outright gatekeeping male readers is outlandish