#transman reader

[wrxangel]

Hiiiii

Could I request some nsfw of wataru Akiyama (initial d :p) with a trans ftm reader? I love your blog by the way!!!!

So cute... (Wataru Akiyama)

NSFW

Transman AFAB Reader

a/n: haven't gotten any notifications about new asks for some reason until I checked my inbox, so I apologize for the wait!! dude, tbh I never think abt Wataru but really looking at that mf, he's HOT. like I could definitely take him (not behind a wheel ofc 🤭). I'm gnna make this kinda nyastyyy lol. I haven't written smut in a hot minute so I gotta unleash the beast😼

cw: mention of top scars, dirty talk, Dom Wataru, Sub reader, fingering, cunnilingus, use of the word boyc*nt/boyp*ssy

tags: @dreamcastgirl99

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Your heart raced as you walked to the closest parking lot on campus. It was a little embarrassing how excited you got every time you made your way over there despite doing this on a daily basis.

But I mean, if you were dating Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome, you would certainly be eager to see him after a long day of lectures and uncomfortable seats.

Your eyes scanned the rows of boxy sedans and somewhat sleek compact cars, searching, looking for one beater in particular. A black and white levin with a familiar face sitting in the driver's seat caused you to flush and fight down a little grin.

Wataru's eyes caught yours as you grew closer to his ride, and he gave you a subtle smile, nodding in greeting as you opened the side door.

"Hey, baby." He chuckled, eyes never leaving you as you slid into your designated spot.

Heat rushed to your cheeks, chest fluttering at the nickname. A bashful smile graced your lips when you turned to him. "Hi. It's been a while."

He softly snorted as he started the car, the floor rumbling beneath your feet. "I had lunch with you."

"And I missed you every second after that, Wataru."

You watched as his high cheekbones dusted pink, your words clearly affecting him. Knowing that you could do that to him, make him blush with your sincerity, gave you a rush of pride with a hint of possessiveness.

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The next day came too quickly, and despite the lingering warmth from yesterday's ride with Wataru still buzzing faintly in your chest, the familiar grind of lectures and note-taking dulled it a little. You were lost in the monotony of it all—half-tuned in to the professor's droning voice, half-daydreaming about the way Wataru's voice had sounded when he called you baby. Low and smooth, like a car engine purring at idle.

The thought alone made you smirk a little to yourself.

By the time class let out, you were shuffling out with the crowd, making your way across campus when you heard a voice behind you.

“H-hey! Excuse me!”

You slowed and turned, glancing over your shoulder. One of the girls from your lecture jogged up beside you, her backpack bouncing slightly against her shoulder. She was cute in that casual, university-student kind of way—choppy bangs, loose sweater, and a bright-eyed look that made her seem a little younger than she probably was.

She smiled sweetly, a little breathless. “Hey, um…” she started, fiddling with the strap of her bag. Her eyes flickered toward the parking lot where you knew Wataru’s Levin was probably waiting, the image of him sitting with you in the car yesterday still fresh in your mind.

“I was just wondering…” she bit her lip slightly, her voice lowering shyly. You were starting to suspect that you were about to be asked out, judging by her actions.

Until she said something that threw you completely off.

“…could I get your cute friend’s number?”

For a brief moment, your brain didn’t fully process her words. Her soft tone made it sound like she was making a polite, casual request, but it hit you square in the chest like a gut punch.

Your cute friend.

She was talking about Wataru.

The realization sank in slowly, but heavily.

You blinked, feeling the words get caught in your throat. It was such a simple question, so casually asked, but something about it made your stomach flip uncomfortably. 

Your fingers curled slightly around the strap of your own bag as you forced a polite smile, one that probably came off more awkward than you intended.

“Ah… sorry, he’s- he’s taken.”

The girl’s brows shot up slightly, eyes widening in surprise. “Oh! Oh, I didn’t know,” she stammered, clearly flustered, quickly waving her hand. You could see the disappointment in her eyes clear as day, even if she was trying to play it off.

Before you could respond, she was already retreating with an embarrassed wave, leaving you standing there, still processing the whole thing.

You exhaled sharply, more from the tension you hadn’t realized you were holding in your chest than anything else. Your feet carried you toward the parking lot automatically, but your thoughts were still tangled up in the conversation.

You didn’t mention it when you slid into Wataru’s car.

You didn’t say anything as he greeted you with his usual smooth smile, his eyes warm and easy as he leaned over slightly to brush his knuckles against your knee.

But your replies were shorter than usual, and your gaze lingered a little too long out the passenger window, the subtle weight of the earlier conversation still making your chest feel tight.

Of course, Wataru noticed.

You felt his gaze flick toward you as he shifted gears, his hand deftly working the shifter with the ease of someone who had done it a thousand times. His fingers tapped the steering wheel lightly as he casually glanced at you again.

“Hey…” he murmured, low and smooth. “What’s with the face?”

You blinked, caught off guard.

“Face?” You forced a clueless look, not quite meeting his eyes.

“Mm.” His lips twitched slightly. “You’re making that bratty face.”

You shot him a look, the faintest flush crawling up your neck. “I am not.”

That earned you a deep, throaty chuckle that made your stomach flip and your core grow warm.

“Oh, you definitely are,” he teased, the corner of his mouth twitching into a slow smirk. He kept his eyes on the road, but you could feel him watching you out of the corner of his eye. “What, you mad at me or something?”

Your fingers clenched slightly around the fabric of your jeans, and despite yourself, the words came out a little too quickly, a little too huffy.

“Just don’t… let any other girls flirt with you,” you muttered, voice lower than you intended.

For a second, the car was silent, except for the low hum of the engine.

Then, he snorted softly, followed by a low, disbelieving laugh.

“Wait, wait.” He shot you a slow, almost playful glance. “Are you jealous?”

You turned sharply toward him, but his smug grin was already firmly in place.

“I’m not jealous,” you mumbled, glowering slightly, feeling the heat rush to your face.

“Oh-ho…” His voice was all rich amusement now, the deep timbre making the warmth in your chest spread lower. “You are.”

He shifted gears fluidly, one hand on the wheel while the other slid casually over to your thigh, his thumb stroking small, lazy circles just above your knee.

"What happened baby? Did someone ask you about me?" Wataru hummed, eyes facing forward.

You didn't say a word, only letting out a small grumble until you felt him squeeze your thigh, wordlessly demanding an answer.

"Some girl asked me for your number. She probably saw you picking me up yesterday or some shit." You huffed, clearly bothered by the earlier interaction.

"Mhm. Probably. And what did you tell her?" He questioned, calmly looking deeper into your feelings.

"That you're taken... I wasn't just gonna give you away. Hell no!" You bristled, possessiveness for Wataru taking over.

Wataru’s lips parted slightly, and for a fleeting moment, you saw the glimmer of surprise in his dark eyes. But then, almost immediately, it melted into something warmer, something softer—pleased. His thumb paused for just a second against your thigh, before he slowly resumed those lazy, tantalizing circles, this time a little slower, a little heavier, more deliberate.

“Mm…” he hummed, voice low and utterly pleased with himself. “That so?”

The weight of his gaze settled on you, and you could feel the slow, deliberate drag of his eyes as they traced over your profile—the stubborn set of your jaw, the faint flush that still painted your cheeks. You could feel him drinking it all in, savoring every bit of your flustered state.

You felt him lean over, his chin pressing on your shoulder when he stopped at a red light.

“You’re cute when you’re huffy, you know that?” he murmured, voice low and teasing against your ear.

You squirmed slightly in your seat, but his hand tightened gently on your thigh, keeping you still.

“You got no reason to be jealous, baby,” he whispered, his lips barely brushing against your jaw. “No one else makes me feel the way you do.”

You let out a tiny moan, unable to control the shivers of pleasure running up your spine from his touch, his warmth, his warm breath tickling your skin.

He chuckled, a tone filling with sin. "You like that, don't you pretty boy?"

You didn't answer, too flustered to form a coherent thought. Instead, you swallowed and didn't dare show him how red you had gotten. But you were sure he could see the blush formed on the tips of your ears to the high of your cheeks.

He leaned back into his seat, one hand still on the wheel while the other slowly stroked up your thigh, growing so close to your aching heat. "Don't worry honey, we're almost home. I wanna see how horny my baby got for me."

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The bedroom door barely had time to click shut before Wataru had you pressed against it.

His lips were already on yours, hot and unyielding, swallowing the small gasp that slipped from your throat. His hands were on your waist, rough but reverent, fingers curling tightly into the fabric of your shirt as though he was afraid you might slip through his fingers if he didn’t hold you close enough.

You barely had time to think—barely had time to breathe—before he was tugging your shirt upward, breaking the kiss just long enough to yank it over your head and toss it aside. His lips were back on you instantly, trailing down your jaw, your throat, and lower still, leaving a searing path in their wake.

You let out a shaky exhale, your back pressing into the door, fingers trembling slightly as they fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. Your breath hitched when you felt his hands, warm and calloused, splay against your bare chest, stroking along the soft, sensitive skin, his thumbs circling slowly and deliberately over your scars, over the tissue you still felt self-conscious about.

But he didn’t hesitate—not for a second.

If anything, his hands were hungrier, more tender, cradling you with so much care it nearly made you dizzy. He wanted to touch you, to feel you. All of you.

Your breath caught when he dipped his head lower, his lips brushing softly over your chest—featherlight kisses, slow and reverent, his breath hot and shaky. He pressed a lingering kiss just below your collarbone, then another, then another, trailing lower with agonizing slowness, as though worshiping every part of you.

“So fucking handsome,” he murmured softly, the word low and reverent against your skin.

The sound of it made your throat tighten, made your chest feel warm and full, and you curled your fingers into his hair, tilting his face back toward yours. You kissed him hard—desperately—letting the weight of your affection pour into the press of your lips, into the way your hands trembled slightly against his face.

He groaned softly into your mouth, his hands sliding down your back, gripping your waist firmly as he guided you toward the bed. His steps were slow and deliberate, never breaking the kiss, walking you back until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the mattress.

You sank down onto the bed, eyes half-lidded, chest rising and falling heavily as you stared up at him.

Wataru stood over you for a moment, catching his breath, his lips slightly parted, his dark eyes heavy with desire. He made no move to rush. He only stared at you—devoured you—with a look so raw, so utterly worshipful, it made your stomach tighten with want.

“God, you’re perfect. My fucking perfect boy,” he muttered, voice low and breathless, almost like he didn’t mean to say it aloud.

Your lips parted slightly, a faint, shaky breath escaping you at the words. Your chest felt tight with warmth, your face flush with heat.

You reached for him, your fingers curling around the hem of his shirt, and without a word, he let you tug it up over his head, tossing it carelessly to the side.

You drank him in—all of him. The smooth expanse of his broad chest, the lean, sculpted muscle, the dips in his collar and plunge of his v-line into his pants. Your eyes traced over every inch of him, your heart thudding wildly in your chest.

He lowered himself onto the bed, bracing himself over you, his hands caging you in on either side of your head. You felt the heat of his breath against your lips, his dark hair falling forward slightly, brushing against your skin.

“You still all riled up, baby?” he murmured softly, his lips barely grazing yours.

You let out a shaky whimper in response, your hands moving greedily over his bare chest, your fingers tracing along the hard lines of his torso, dragging your nails lightly down his back.

He hissed softly through his teeth, his arms trembling slightly from the sharp sensation. His eyes darkened, a low, satisfied rumble rising in his throat.

“Mm…” he purred, his lips brushing along your jawline, then lower, trailing open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat. “That eager, huh?”

You clenched your jaw slightly, your hands fisting the bedsheets as he shifted lower, his tongue dragging lazily along the curve of your collarbone, making your back arch slightly beneath him.

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t answer. Your brain was too fogged, too clouded with heat and want, with the feel of his lips on your skin, with the weight of him pressing down on you.

But he didn’t need a response.

The way your body responded to him—the way you squirmed slightly beneath him, the way your nails dug just a little harder into his back—told him everything he needed to know.

And he relished it.

“God, you’re so good for me,” he muttered lowly, his voice strained with hunger as his lips dragged lower still. His hands slid down your sides, his fingers trailing along your skin with deliberate slowness, making you shiver beneath him.

"So fucking cute..." He mumbled against your skin, the vibrations making you shiver.

His hands found the waistband of your jeans, and with slow, deliberate movements, he unbuttoned them, taking his time, watching you through heavy-lidded eyes as he dragged the zipper down.

"Let's see that needy cock of yours," he chuckled, tugging down your pants along with your underwear.

His lips parted slightly, and he let out a low, shaky breath as he slowly eased the waistband down over your hips, his eyes trailing hungrily over every inch of newly exposed skin.

You watched him, chest heaving slightly, your breath coming in short, shallow pants. You were trembling faintly beneath him, your thighs clenching slightly from the way his gaze roved over you, heavy and heated, devouring you whole.

You squeaked at the cold rush of air hitting your slick boypussy, your sensitive clit twitching at the sensation.

“Fuck…” he exhaled softly, the word nearly a groan as his eyes went up and down along your slit. He could feel his mouth begin to salivate at the thought of his tongue doing the same thing.

You watched with half-lidded eyes, lips gently parted as you admired how utterly sexy he looked worshipping you.

And then, with agonizing slowness, he pressed his lips against the side of your puffy pussy. You let out a sharp gasp, feeling his tongue give a swift little lick up your skin, not even touching your aching bundle of nerves.

"Wanna see you take my fingers, sweet thing." He mumbled into you, voice muffled by your skin. You could feel yourself gush at his words, face red and heart pounding from every sound that left his lips, every press of his skin against yours.

"Please..." You weakly whined, hips jolting when you felt his fingers tap the entrance of your cunt.

"So fuckin' cute." He hummed, leaning back to watch himself play with you.

He used both hands to gently spread your walls, your hole squeezing around nothing and clit twitching as if vying for his attention.

Moving one hand, he gently pressed his index and middle fingers on your sensitive button, rubbing tight, slow circles. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as you clamped down on nothing. Your nails dug into his arms and your eyes squeezed shut, body trembling with pleasure.

"Oh, god…" you managed to whimper, eyes opening slightly, needing to see him. Your needy, lust-drunk eyes met his, and he smirked, his eyes filled with affection for how much you were enjoying yourself.

He continued rubbing, his lightly calloused fingers sending warmth and sparks where they touched you. You felt yourself tense and your hips begin to shake against his grip.

"Wataru…!" you cried, not really sure what you wanted.

But he knew.

And with a low, satisfied hum, he used his other hand to slide a single finger into your boypussy.

You felt it in every molecule of your body. Your vision began to blur, your muscles tensed and your whole body shivered as you felt that satisfying stretch that always drove you so wild.

"Ah!" You cried out, head falling back and hips clenching around him.

He fucked you with that single finger, the pace quickening as he watched your face. You could hear your wetness every time he thrust in and out of you, the sounds making you blush harder and your toes curl from how dirty it all felt.

He let out a groan from above you, hips rocking into the air as he watched his fingers play with your tight heat.

"Fuckin' hell… You're so tight," he mumbled to himself, unable to keep his eyes off your pussy. He felt his own cock growing thicker, needing to be touched as badly as you. He slid his fingers out of you with an embarrassingly loud click, giving you a few moments to catch your breath.

"I'm gonna finger you until you cum," he said, voice deep and thick. His eyes looked up at you, filled with desire and lust.

His fingers slid back into you, this time it being two fingers. You let out a desperate whine when he started fingering you again.

"Oh god, Wataru-!" You cried, hands reaching for him and digging into his shoulders.

He pressed his lips to yours as he fucked you harder, his tongue meeting yours in an eager dance as his fingers curled inside you, teasing your sensitive inner walls.

The pace got quicker. The friction of his fingers dragging in and out of your tight cunt sent waves of pleasure up your body, your hips bucking desperately into his grip.

"Ahhh…!" You moaned into his mouth, the pleasure too much to contain. Your head fell back, your mouth falling open with a silent scream.

"Oh god, you're gonna make me cum so hard," you managed to say, your voice tight and desperate. Your legs clenched around his hand and your nails dragged down his arms, making him gasp and buck his hips into the air once more.

You looked back at him with lust filled eyes, lips swollen from kisses and flushed from how long we had been making out.

He pulled out his fingers, the slick sound of his digits leaving your boypussy loud in the quiet room. You cried out with the sudden emptiness and whined when his fingers stroked your abused walls.

"Stay still, baby boy. M'wanna watch you cum." He ordered, voice husky from arousal.

He used his fingers to rub your sensitive bundle of nerves, your legs clenching around his hands once more and your eyes rolling back into your head as you felt yourself approach climax.

You let out a small whine and tried to writhe beneath him, but he held you still with a firm hand on your stomach.

"Look at me," he demanded, voice thick and breathy.

You opened your eyes, looking at him with a dazed, lust filled expression. Your hands reached for his head as you felt your climax nearing.

His fingers moved faster, your slick juices making a wet, obscene sound with every touch.

"Ahhh, fuck…!" you gasped, hips jerking desperately into his touch. "Wataru, I-!"

"Come for me," he grunted, voice filled with need, watching you closely for any sign of your release.

You gasped and your body began to tense. Your muscles clenched, your whole body shaking as you came. Your whole world disappeared from the sheer pleasure and your legs squeezed tightly around his arms. You cried his name out through clenched teeth, your boycunt spasming and your back arched off the bed.

He leaned over, his lips pressed gently against your ear.

"That's it, sweet thing, cum all over my fingers." His voice was deep and filled with need. You felt your muscles shiver at his words, the sound of them sending sparks through your sensitive pussy.

As you came, his fingers continued stroking your over-sensitive clit, teasing out as much pleasure as possible. Your body twitched and you whimpered from the too much pleasure but Wataru refused to stop.

You panted heavily, your skin sweaty and warm, muscles feeling limp and boneless from how well he had fucked you. He slid his hand away from your sensitive pussy and let you rest for a moment.

He laid down next to you, pulling you into his arms so that his front pressed against yours. He kissed along the nape of your neck, nuzzling into your soft skin and holding you tightly. You felt him twitch against your leg, his arousal not yet sated.

You pulled back slightly, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes.

"Wataru," you murmured, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. He leaned into the touch, his expression softening.

"Yeah?" he mumbled, voice sleepy sounding from how much he'd pleased you. His nose brushed against your cheek, nuzzling you gently.

"Thank you," you said softly, your hands curling into his hair.

He smiled against your skin—a gentle, soft smile that made your chest feel full and warm.

"Don't ever thank me for fucking you, baby," he whispered softly, his lips grazing your ear. He moved lower, his mouth brushing along the curve of your jaw, then lower still to find the spot on your neck that always made you go weak in the knees. "You deserve to feel good." His voice was warm and thick, filled with a kind of deep, sincere affection that always made your heart skip a beat.

His hands slid up your sides, making you shudder at the feel of his palms against your skin.

You leaned into his touch, your fingers slipping down the back of his neck. He let out a soft, pleased sound as he felt your fingers curl against his skin.

“Wataru,” you murmured softly, your lips parting slightly.

He kissed along your throat, his breath warm and gentle on your skin.

“Yes?” His voice was muffled against your skin.

“I love you,” you whispered, your heart full to bursting with emotion.

His lips stilled against your skin for a moment—just a moment. And then, he pulled back to look at you, his eyes soft and searching.

You met his gaze without faltering, your heart pounding in your chest as you held his stare. The room was silent but for the sound of your breath, and the feel of each other’s heartbeat.

And then—just when you thought you might collapse from the intensity of it all—he smiled.

That slow, lazy smile—the kind that only he had ever given you—that made your stomach flip and your chest feel full.

“I love you too,” he murmured, his voice soft and gentle. His lips pressed against yours, his kiss soft, and sweet, and warm.

And with that, everything in the world just seemed to melt away. It was just him, and you, and this moment. The kind that would last forever.

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[theyanderespecialist]

Dracula's Trans Man (Headcanons) Dracula X Transman Reader (Castlevania)

[Hello, my sexy muffins! I am here with another post and happy International Trans Day of Visibilty. So, of course, I had to do a Trans Related Video! Enjoy this video!] 

(Disclaimer: Transmen are Men, it does not matter if they do not change their vagina or chest, they are still men even if they still have those parts. They do not need to have a pp and balls to be a man! Transmen are men and trans rights are human rights!

Disclaimer: Dracula 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! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon. Thank you! 

Disclaimer: Small Mention of Relgious Transphobia the past fricking sucked and this took place in the 1400s or 1600s and the Bishop burning Lisa, Dracula's wife, as a witch is why he went after humanity in the first place. Yeah, so religious transphobia was mentioned. I obviously do not support that poo!) 

-Yandere Headcanons With Yandere Dracula X Transman Reader From Castlevania Netflix Series- 

.Dracula met you through Lisa; she would talk about a man who was born with parts that did not match up to how he felt he was as a man. 

.That man was you, and you went to Lisa because she was one of the only people who was willing to hear how you felt and was the only person who saw you as a man. 

.She even taught you how to properly bind your chest and make fake packages for you to have between your legs. 

.You were the only one to speak out for Lisa as you believe she was a woman of science. You were told you were unwell. 

.The Chruch said you would be locked away until you accept your birth gender. (I am not saying this in a religious thing, but clearly the bishop would say it, the past fricking suck and this was like 1400s so of course they be transphobic and homophobic poo.) The Gender God gave you.��

.Dracula remembered Lisa talking about you and saw you a scared young man, the only man who stood up for his wife even though you did not have the parts that would make society see you as a man. 

.You were more of a man and far braver than anyone here. 

.For that, he snatched you from the bishop's hands and brought you back to his castle. You saw his rage at losing his wife, but you were in debt to Dracula as you would have been locked away and maybe even executed. 

.Dracula knew you did not agree with killing humanity but he knew you respect how he felt. 

.You were the only one to stand for his wife, and he saw the beauty in your stunning and slightly handsome face. 

.He made sure everyone would refer to you as man; he was going to create a world where you can be a man. 

.He would do his best never to misgender you, and he knows you do not like your chest touched. 

.As that part of your was very dysphoric. Even though at the time you did not have this word for it, instead you said it made you feel like your body did not make up to how you felt it should be. 

.That it felt wrong and just not right. He did not understand fully what it felt like, but he knew it caused you discomfort, and so he made sure never to touch your chest or touch your chest as little as possible. 

.He learned to love you as the man you were, and he found comfort in you, even though you were short for even human males. 

.He would love to tease you and wrap his arms around you. 

.You were his little man with a lot of passion, and you got so passionate about certain topics he would find himself enamored with just listening to you. 

.He did love to tease you because seeing you flustered as he would tease you would give him great joy. 

.He would even let you work on what you called Gender studies. You told him you wanted there to be documents on the third Gender that were scattered around history before the church got to them. 

.You wanted to leave a mark about the people that were like you, and the people that were neither male or female. 

.You wanted to leave a mark on this world, and he understood your need to do this. 

.Also, with you in his life, he did not want to commit genocide; he still wanted humanity to suffer. 

.But on a much smaller scale. 

.You tamed a lot of him because you were given a hand that caused you issues; you had no way at the time to change your biological sex.

.But you still stood to fight when the world was stacked against you, when you were given the worse biological hand. 

.He would be the one to support you in your life, and he promises to find a way to turn your body into what you felt would match up with you. 

.He did enjoy your body while it still had it biological sex. 

.He did make sure not to make you uncomfortable during sex with your body not being the parts you would like. 

.He would be the type of man and yandere who is very aware of how you are feeling while he makes love to you, as well as being aware of how you feeling almost all other times as well. 

.He is aware when you are feeling uncomfortable with your body. 

.He also knows you do not want to see him on certain days because of your body's reproductive cycle. 

.Although he is a vampire and he wants to show you how much he loves you when you are your monthly bleed. 

.He does not let you get the whole week away from him as he wants to worship your core and to make you feel adored. 

.Once again, he wants to worship you with his mouth and show you that he savors every inch of you. 

.He is the type of yandere that is very overprotective of you. he knows you are a man, but your body has limitations due to its biological sex. 

.Like when you are on your reproductive cycle, he makes sure that you are only in his bed chambers and that Hector and Issac are the only ones who come see you during that time. 

.There had been a slip-up when you went to wash without them, and Godbrand commented when he smelled your reproductive cycle. (Because of course Godbrand one) 

.Dracula had turned Godbrand's head to paste, and it took a week to regenerate; Godbrand was also put on a month-long restriction from blood. Which now has Godbrand avoiding you like the plague. (It seems he learned his lesson.) 

.Dracula does not play around when it comes to your protection and comfort as a man. 

.He is not going to let anyone, even his most trusted generals, say things about your gender and or biological sex. 

.He once again loves how small you are to him and has you sit on his lap.

.Also, the sex with you being so small was a turn on. You are an adult male, but man, does he love the size difference? 

.He also uses your smaller size to his advantage and physically picks you up when you get in arguments with his generals. 

.He just picks you up and is like No, you have done enough. 

.He is firm with you, though, when he has to be. 

.He knows he has given you such freedoms, but you are his consor,t and that means that you have to obey him. 

.He is Dracula, and you will obey him; he is your lover and king, and you are his husband (as he would marry you as a man) and the man carrying his child and will carry future children. (Yes this is the 1400s or the 1600s you can bet your sweet ass that he got you pregnant also it was in the request lol) 

.As a yandere, he is very protective of you, but it only gets worse the more he is up against humanity.

.Because humanity had tried to take you away from before he even knew he loved you.

.So as more time goes on he does not want you out of his sight, and he wants you to leave the castle less and less.

.Soon, he does not want you to even leave the wing that he would have for you, him, and your children. 

.When you are pregnant, he gets so overprotective he might resort to chaining you to the bed. 

.Losing Lisa really changed him as a man and yandere where he would not care what you would say about needing to leave. 

.You were his husband at this point and the other father to his children. 

.It was HIS Job to protect you and both his and your children. 

.He does not care what you have to say on the matter; the world is far too dangerous for you, his husband, and the other father to his children. 

.He is the type of yandere that would die before he let any harm come to you or the children you give him. 

.You are the second chance he has at a family, and he is not going to let it be stolen from him again. 

.If anything happens to you or the children you give him, he would turn on humanity; you are the only thing keeping him together at this point. 

.You are his man, the other father to his children, his husband; you are his world, and he will do everything to protect you and keep you 

.If anything was to happen to you, he would burn this world to ash. 

.He would deal with rivals brutally, no whorish women would be allowed to come close to you. 

.Also, he is even harsher on the men that try to get close to you. he does not mess with them at all. 

.But in the end, all of the rivals end up having their skin made to be the covers of his books and has their flayed bodies on spikes as the birds and rodents devour them while they are still alive and in agony. 

.He would be there to make you feel like a man, but do not get it wrong he is the top, you will not make strap to fuck him with. 

.He helps you with your dysphoria as much as he can, knowing you are hurting, and it is his job to take care of you. 

.He is a devoted yandere and lover who sees you as his greatest treasure; he does not love you like he loved Lisa. 

.It is an obsessive love and new love for him. He will hold Lisa dearly, but also you are his everything as well. 

.He had confessed to you after a year of courting you, and you, feeling like you owed your life to him, accepted his love. 

.Yes, you owed him your life so you would, of course, give your love to him. 

.He was a good man, if a bit controlling of when you left the castle and who you had in your life. 

.The moment you defended his life, you had sealed your fate, and you would never be able to escape Dracula, your yandere husband. 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done, I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

[meadowfics]

idk if u do trans readers but can u pls do headcannons for salesman x transman reader 😣

I absolutely can for you <3 also, I can do a list of how he treats you as his partner if its what you wanted too <3 I hope this is best to your liking as the "first meeting" with the recruiter:)

the salesman x transman!reader

you meet the strange-acting man on a particularly bad day, one where everything seems to be going wrong.

work was miserable, rent is due, and you’re exhausted. the last thing you expect is some sharply dressed man approaching you at the train station, smiling as if he knows a secret.

"would you like to play a game?" he asks, holding up a red and blue tile. his voice is smooth, calculated, but there’s something else there...interest.

you hesitate, scanning his face.

he's attractive, in that sharp, effortless way.

the man's eyes hold amusement, but also a challenge.

"what’s the catch?" you ask, arms crossed.

he chuckles, tilting his head.

"no catch, just a simple game of ddakji. if you win, you get money. if i win, i get to use your body.. or should I say- slap you."

the game is intense, your heart pounding as you try to flip his tile. you can feel his gaze on you the entire time, watching with something that feels deeper than amusement.

he doesn’t treat you any differently than he would anyone else that he is trying to recruit into the games, but the way he looks at you, like he’s assessing you, figuring you out, sends heat through your spine.

"you’re persistent," he murmurs after you finally win a round, his lips curling into a smirk.

"i like that."

there’s something in the way he says it, the way his fingers brush yours when he hands you the money, that makes your breath hitch.

"you should call the number on the card," he says, his tone lower now, almost teasing.

"i think you’d be interesting to watch."

you hold the card between your fingers, your pulse thrumming in your ears.

he's still watching you, waiting for your reaction.

you swallow, meeting his gaze.

"and what if i do?"

the man's smirk widens.

"then we’ll see how far you’re willing to go."

the salesman's eyes linger on you for a moment longer before he steps back, disappearing into the crowd.

you're left standing there, heart racing, the card burning against your palm.

that tension is thick, you start to realize after the man was not in your vision anymore.

you can’t tell if it’s just the guy's nature or if he really does see something in you. you do not know if you are jealous because you want to be him or intrigued because you want him.

either way, you know this won’t be the last time you meet him.

[dc-himbo]

Jason Todd × Transmasc Reader

AN: Back at it again on my bullshit. Just wanted to write some Ole J. Todd thoughts. Transman reader, but really, you can read it as anyone that uses he/him pronouns. Corruption kink if you squint. NSFW (sort of...maybe) and all that. I'll probably start posting a few drabble here and there. Also, I like using this tense because it highlights he/him pronoun usage. I know some folks find it a little confusing, but I tried to be as clear as possible. Let me know any feedback. :)

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It's selfish.

The way he wants him is downright selfish. It's this yearning that calls out to him so fucking strongly he sometimes feels like he can't breathe. He has no idea how someone can be so fucking pure in Gotham and it's not fucking fair how he radiates sunshine and light and innocence.

Jason feels like touching him would mess him up. That it would leave behind dirty fingerprints and smears of back and red on his unmarked skin.

Jason hates that part of him wants to see it. Part of him wants to leave behind bruises and bites and marks. He wants to devour him. Corrupt him. Coax out every little gasp and moan and make him beg for things he didn't even know he wanted. It drives him crazy to think about. He wants him. He wants him, and it's not fair. He's fucking pissed about it.

Jason takes it out on him. He doesn't mean to... except maybe he does. Maybe it's easier if he hates him. If he avoids him. But he doesn't. If anything, he thinks it makes him more determined to be around him. He's always including him. Asking about him. Smiling at him. Listening to him.

So Jason tries. He tries and he tries so fucking hard to be worthy of him. He thinks that if he works hard to do the right thing, to be a good son and a good sibling, the dependable one, the reliable one... he thinks that if he can even be a fucking ounce of good like he is that he can maybe deserve to breathe the same fucking air be does. That his hands would be less dirty and he could touch him. That he can be more than just a quick fuck. That he can have more.

He's fucking selfish.

[dance-is-life27]

Easy Mornings

Joaquin Torres x Reader

Summary: You cherish an early morning with Joaquin as you wake up to him admiring you.

Warnings: Trans Masc/Male reader, implied reader has top surgery, use of masculine pet names and other language to refer to reader (ex: handsome, boyfriend), implied he/him pronouns for reader but never explicitly used, fluff, kissing, short and sweet fic

A/n: I guess it's mandatory for me to write some form of waking up early/early morning fic with a character if I fall in love with them. Which is really funny cause I'm not really a morning person lol

You wake up slowly, the haze of the world around you leisurely fading with the final remnants of your dream. You’re only aware of how comfortable you are beneath the blankets and under the light of the sun streaming in through your windows, until you feel it. 

Gentle, barely there touches against your chest, tracing at the lines that run across them, and you look down to find Joaquin. 

The morning sun reflects off his sleep tousled curls, turning his normally black hair brown. The side of his face is lit up too, unbothered by the rising sun. He looks nearly dazed, like he’s so at ease to the point where you wouldn’t be surprised if he’s in the middle of a daydream. And given the way that you feel, it almost feels like you’re living in one too. You’re not used to the calm and the quiet, usually mornings between you both are filled with movement and music as you both get ready for your day. The peacefulness doesn’t come until night falls, when you're both at home, no more work needing to be done, no more people that need saving. This has flipped everything upside down its head and yet, you welcome it regardless. How could you not? 

You don’t know how long it is when Joaquin finally looks up at you, you haven’t moved in fear of breaking the serenity in the air and looking at a clock seemed like the kind of thing that would break it easily. Joaquin smiles at you as your eyes meet, the gentle brush of his fingertips against your chest stops as he pushes himself off of you, inching closer until your noses brush against each other. You can practically feel the gentle smile on his face, you know that your smile mirrors his exactly. 

“Good morning handsome,” Joaquin greets in a whisper before pressing a quick kiss to your lips, “You’re finally awake.” 

The smile on your face stretches at the compliment and you find your hands raising to cup at the sides of Joaquin’s face to prevent him from pulling too far away from you. 

“What’re you doing here?” You ask, gazing into Joaquin’s brown eyes. 

He shrugs over you, “Sam gave me the day off and I wanted to spend the morning with my boyfriend.” 

Your brow raises, “Admiring your boyfriend you mean?” 

Joaquin laughs, light and breathless before he leans back down to press his lips to yours once more, “Same difference.” 

The two of you trade kisses back and forth, lost in a space where the rest of the world ceases to exist. Where time slows to a crawl in the confinement of your bedroom, and nothing else matters beyond the soft feel of Joaquin’s lips and the warmth that fills you every time that you’re with him. It feels like you could spend forever in this moment with Joaquin, an eternity spent right here has never been more welcoming to you than right now. 

Eventually though, despite you not wanting to, Joaquin pulls away. 

“So, as much as I hate to admit it, a make-out session isn’t a proper substitute for food, so we should probably get up and eat before we starve.” 

You groan as Joaquin shifts off you to stand beside the bed, “I would rather starve.” A laugh falls from his lips at your words, the sound makes the pout on your face disappear for a moment. 

“And I would rather you not do that,” Joaquin states as he stares down at you as if he’s trying to will you to get up with only his mind, “But I suppose we can stay in bed for a little while longer.” Joaquin concedes with a grin. You’re quick to drag him back down into bed as soon as those words leave his mouth, a victorious smile on your face as he laughs once more when he catches himself from falling completely on top of you. You can’t help but laugh too when he rolls over you to his side of the bed, looking every bit joyful and yours in every sense of the word. 

[weebsinstash]

Switching fandom gears for a second

I've been getting so soft over male/transman Reader x Angel Dust where Reader is attracted to men but is extremely closeted because of past trauma/abuse and Angel helps you come out of your shell and you two actually form a really close and intimate relationship in private, and then also here comes Valentino being an evil nasty manipulative fucking perv about it

Like can you imagine Reader finally opens up with Angel and he kisses you and it leads to you two having like really tender intimate passionate sex and then it turns out there was a hidden camera in the room and now Val (and Vox by extenstion) know your little secret and also want to bone you, and also, getting super off on watching you fuck Angel and maybe even wanting you to do porn

Valentino managing to manipulate you into a position where you... 'service him', because you're convinced it will take some heat and pressure off of Angel, and it eventually escalates into Val forcing you to work for him officially, either being his personal fuck toy or another of his workers he lets customers fool around with for a high price

Honestly I've been really addicted to ideas of "male Reader who tries to pretend he isn't gay but Val finds out and pounces on you" for a while now. He either catches you dancing in a way that's just a little too zesty or he finds something out about your human life that is such a huge tell. Reader who was in a boy band in his human life. Reader who was kind of an openly flirtatious celebrity with an obviously queer aesthetic and Valentino finds out when your other band members die and you guys try to restart your careers, or your former talent/boyband manager winds up meeting Val and is just straight up a slimeball, "oh, you got my lead vocalist working for you? Yeah, he gives some crazy head, you wouldn't believe what I got him to do to model for Paris Fashion Week"

Honestly, male Reader who was a highly skilled honeypot assassin is also such a power move. You can kick ass and suck dick and fight martial arts better than like 90% of Hell. Val pays you to be a bodyguard but is equally as likely to pull you into his lap to make out and fuck after he gets turned on watching you turn attackers into a bloody pulp. Like... business rivals of Valentino's attacking his club while he's there and Reader just picks up a whip and improvises it as a weapon and you're GOOD at it??? Val and Vox sitting there wide eyed and going HOLY FUCK as, they see you who is typically so calm and reserved suddenly doing backflips and snapping dudes' necks and going "that was HOT"

Hhhh.... male Reader and Angel Dust having an emotional moment where you two have a really intense personal conversation which leads to smooching and Angel railing you and both of you are so locked in passion that you don't notice a drone in the air zooming in on you two swapping spit and going to the bone zone. Val and Vox being so turned on by it that they gotta fuck afterwards but they'll be damned if they don't try to get you in bed personally

Reader actually forming this really personal deep affection for Angel as someone who accepted you as you are and made y9u more comfortable with who you are and you're basically ready to die for him, then being oh so manipulated as Val and Vox convince you, "hey, you know, if you don't want poor Angelcakes to have to work himself to the bone, we can think of something you can do to give him a little break--"

Angel Dust who... finds out maybe you're planning to escape or make a new life far away from the porn studio... and he's just SO attached to you and wants to keep you close SO badly that... he tells Val. Begs him even, to keep you around, which doesn't take much persuasion on his boss' part. Reader being betrayed by the person he trusted most, BUT, you still love him and want to protect him, so... now the two of you are trapped, but, on the bright side, at least you're trapped together ❤️

[dept-of-monster-affairs]

The Scars

I didn't mean to make two short new posts today but I felt inspired. Have a little fluff with Sehbuv.

Read Sehbuv's NSFW story here: Part of the Family

This post is not explicit but does imply sexual relations.

You lay on your side, leaning against Sehbuv, tracing non-sense patterns on his chest with your fingers. Your fingers ran along his scars under his pectorals. He had told you they were ceremonial scars but never elaborated. He had said it in such a casual, off-handed way that it seemed you should know what that meant, but you had no idea. If they had some cultural significance, why did only two Orcs in the tribe have them? It had to be a specific ritual that not every Orc underwent. In fact, they reminded you of top surgery scars.

“That tickles,” Sehbuv grunted, coming out of his post-coital relaxation.

“Big, strong Orc can’t take a little tickle,” you teased, running along the scar again.

“Don’t make me punish you. I charged the panty vibrator," he warned.

“That is barely a punishment.” Another teasing tickle along his scars.

“I’ll tell the Orcs not to touch you all day too.”

You quickly removed your hand. “Meanie, I’m going to sleep at Yulaf’s for that.” Your threat immediately proved false as you made no effort to move from your comfy position.

Sehbuv grinned. Playing along by holding you tighter to him. “Sorry, baby doll, I can’t let you lam off. I’m sweet on you.”

You chuckled but kept the act going. “Are you Don Sehbuv? Then be my bedbug and tell me a story.”

“A story,” he replied, surprised. “Well, if all it takes to stop you from going to that dewdropper is a story, I am game.”

Cuddling in closer to him, you ran your hand over his pectorals. “These scars tell me their story.”

“I thought I told you they were ceremonial.”

“You did, but I don’t know what ceremony, bedbug. Tell me about it, please.”

Sehbuv’s arms tightened a hair as if worried you would pull away. Then he sighed. “I want to tell you, doll, but I don’t know if you would understand it. The human culture is very different than Orcs here.”

You shifted in his arms, pulling yourself up to look him in the eyes. “Sehbuv, my Big Cheese, nothing you say will change how I think about you. What if the Orc you gave me undergoes this ceremony? Do you think I won’t understand it then? Do you not trust me?”

His eyes flicked down to your stomach. “Of course, I trust you, doll. I…my apologies.”

Leaning in, Sehbuv kissed you gently. “When I was young, my mind was uncomfortable in the body I had. This happens with Orcs sometimes. When the mind and body are at odds, it weakens an Orc, so I underwent a ceremony to have my body match my mind. Does that make sense?”

You could not prevent a chuckle as you smiled at him lovingly. “Yes, it makes sense. Why were you worried about telling me?”

“I didn’t want you to think of me as having once been weak.” It was cute how he blushed in embarrassment at that admission, but it pained you to see him looking away from you in shame.

“Oh, Sehbuv,” you kissed his cheek. “I will never think of you as weak. And I do understand. In human culture, we have people like you. They are called transgender people, and they are some of the strongest humans out there. Over a decade ago, the government tried to erase them from society, but they fought back. It was a long battle, and they won it—not alone, but in the end, they won.”

“Truly,” he asked, and you nodded. “Then I shall tell you of the ceremony.”

Sehbuv went on to explain the process of Orc gender confirmation rituals. A mixture of physical sacrifice (surgery) and magical boon (transforming his genitals and hormone production). The Orc healers and mages were quite adept at body sculpting, being able to give Orcs their desired features to preference. “Of course, muscles and scars are earned. They will not grant you those.”

“Thank you for telling me, bedbug.” You gave him another kiss, which he returned with passion. “I do have a follow-up question. Does this mean you chose to be this size?”

Your hand wandered down to caress his girthy member. Sehbuv grinned and gave you a wink. “No, doll, mages said that reflects my soul’s strength. Usually, they are smaller than this.”

You grinned back at him. Leaning down, you ran a line of kisses along his scars as your hand moved up and down. “Let me honor your strength then.”

Regarding Sehbuv, I always thought of him as trans, so this isn't a retcon. Given the whole magic aspect, I was still working out how to communicate Orc transness and didn't want a whole aside in the middle of the smutty action, so here it is explicitly in a story.

Find more stories in my Masterlist

Read more about Orc gender roles here: Trans Day of Visibility - how Merfolk, Minotaurs, Orcs, and Werewolves view gender, sex, and transness [SFW]

[angel-bonez-ftm]

need someone to fuck me with the barrel of their gun and give me a reason to cum fast >_<

[starsifter]

uhh h if its no trouble!! could you do a ford x ftm!reader whereas the reader grew up in a home that doesnt accept or see him as who he is ((dont mind my english fnjsf)) ((maybe a first kiss??))

As a trans guy I love writing transmasc readers eee okie

If you're stealth when you first meet and come out later on it doesn't change his view of you at all, he might have some questions though and some of them might come across as disrespectful (he doesn't mean it, he's just perpetually curious, and if you don't want to answer he just turns to independent research)

When you tell him about your family he's deeply sympathetic and comforting, he's grown to realize how important having family is, he doesn't say it but he always tries to make you feel like him and his family are yours too.

If you realize your identity while you're in a relationship he never makes a mistake with your name or pronouns, even if you change them frequently while figuring things out, he's scarily on top of things

He secretly has a talk with Stanley and the kids about ways they can make you feel more like part of the family

Stanley immediately suggest that Ford marries you, Ford gets extremely flustered, Mabel seconds the suggestion

They come up with real suggestions for him to implement, but he does seriously consider marriage, maybe just later down the line. They make you a fishing hat with your name on it, they collectively memorize your breakfast order so if you're late they can order for you, and they include you in most of their family outings.

He helps you with your t-shots or t-gel if you do HRT and ask him to, and he helps you keep track of when you're meant to take your binder off, etc

He corrects people on your name and pronouns whenever they misgender you or deadname you around him, not just because it's impolite but it's incorrect and he loves to correct people

When you tell him he gets a bit more protective over you because he knows how queer people were treated back in his day, he gives you extra little weapons to carry around in case of an emergency and gets more worried when you don't answer the phone or come home until late

He's surprisingly good at kissing, he's had practice, on a mannequin head with a rubix cube for a mouth (that's canon look it up)

He takes your first kiss pretty slow, he sorta trembles a bit when kissing, he's just very gentle with it. He holds your face when he kisses you and lingers in the moment.

After the kiss he studies your face, he still has it in his hands, he definitely asks if it was good and if you didn't like it he'll try over and over until he gets it right.

[eleganthologramcolor]

TEASER FOR SIMON RILEY X TRANS FTM READER

Anyway I haven't gotten it all sorted out yet but what about a stereotypical bad boy biker Simon x Preacher's daughter (no, son!) AU...

Warnings for religious stuff / transphobia, toxic parents, mean Simon? But for a good cause Ig it's technically forcemasc, implied corruption

You've heard all about him, he's big, he's bad, he's fucking disgusting and gets into bar fights because it gets him going. He's heard about you, too, how your mum and dad whisper to the other elders at the church about you, about how you're about ready to move out and they're afraid of you going through with those 'childish dreams' of yours, how you might just change your hair, or throw away the little girls' edition of the Bible and talk with a doctor about changing it up. How you are such a sweet little thing, an obedient little lamb who wilted at the mere thought of disappointing your parents. How he manages to bump into you at one of those little bake sales for the church, and little by little he coaxes you out, brings you farther and farther away from the safety of watchful judgemental eyes and starts telling you how stupid those dresses look on you. Takes you out somewhere on his bike and peels them off, asking you if you wanna know how real men play.

[xxxsugarcyanidexxx]

i want to shove my dick in his wiring

[parttimesimper]

Night shift

After becoming a bodyguard due to the fall of your everyday life into stagnation, you find yourself having the hots for your boss. Thing is: it’s more reciprocal than you think.

Pairing: Sir Crocodile x Bodyguard!reader

Content: Fem reader; Reader is a bodyguard (and a bit of a nepo); Implied transman Crocodile if you squint; Modern Setting; Boss/Employee relationship

Sexual Content: Vaginal sex; Oral sex (both giving and receiving); Throat fucking (?); Mirror sex; Pet names; Lingerie;

Minors do not interact.

Don’t like, don’t read.

English is not my first language yada yada.

You’ve been working in security for as long as you can remember. Receiving your license to practice in your early 20’s after a long and almost endless security training, your father managed to get you a job in his company. You did most stationary and rover work in private and public events, ranging from a long list of different clients which most of them you didn’t have the pleasure to meet. The thing is, being almost 40 and spending basically half of your life doing the same thing in the same places starts to get boring. You started leaving work unhappy and dreading the tomorrow where it would all repeat. So worried about the loop which was starting to form, you asked your father if there was any other area you could work within the company. He pondered the possibilities a little bit, until he opened a drawer on his desk and took a folder, putting it in front of you. You recognize the big green letters of the logo from the primary security subsidiary owned by your father. They prompt you to grab the folder and skim through it with curious fingers.

“Those are private clients looking for a bodyguard. See if anyone catches your interest.” your father said, opening the window so the cigarette smoke wouldn’t bother you. There are so many rich people faces. Some you’ve already seen in person and on TV, others you didn’t even heard about.

“Don’t I need any special training to be a bodyguard?” You ask, suspicion covering your face with a raised eyebrow. Your father shakes his head, blowing smoke from his nose.

“Nothing you can’t learn in a jiff considering all the training you already have.”

You hum in acknowledgement, your gaze wandering from photo to photo and page to page. The idea of stopping robberies and having to tackle one or two people to the ground is more than normal to you, but normally you do it on a larger scale. One single person to protect? Sounds simple on paper but to think that you would have to follow their every step like a lap dog leaves a sour taste in your mouth. You sigh, not a single photo calling to you.

“If you don’t want to, you can always stay in the office and do the paperwork.”

Staying in a closed office for 9 hours or more? No chance, you rather try your luck with the millionaires. Almost at the end of the folder, there’s this client information sheet that catches your attention. It’s this man, probably in his 40s, with a huge scar under his eyes. It doesn’t specify which line of work he follows, nor does it have that much concise information about him to be honest. Although, he looks very good-looking, and the shirt hugs his arms so nicely…

You have a small reunion with the client and the primary security subsidiary representative after two weeks so you could talk about your contract and state both yours and the client’s terms. To say that the circumstances hit you like a train was an understatement. This guy is huge, almost like he was sculpted in marble and then brought to life by some freaky demon. The first thing that called your attention was the scar you saw in the photo, which is way bigger in person. Honestly? It adds so much charm to him that you can’t imagine him without it even if you force yourself to. Especially when you finish talking and that formal smile appears on his face. You feel yourself getting hot and putting one leg over the other to try and act natural. Everything is so overwhelming about him. The clothing, the voice, the smell, the expressions, the way he gazes into your own very soul through your eyes. You want to leave the room so you don’t faint right there and then, but you try to calm yourself down instead.

This is not is not a fucking porn. Act professionally, goddamit.

Thankfully for you, the reunion took less than half an hour and you managed to reach an agreement fairly quickly. Two free days a week with a month long vacation and health insurance is actually pretty good! And the pay-check is way fatter than your previous one. Couldn’t ask for a better opportunity to turn your life around a little bit.

The thing is, this new job of yours? It’s hell.

Not that it’s bad. It’s actually quite nice! You work with a set of seven more people who are split into different shifts. Some work during the morning and afternoon, others work the afternoon until midnight. There’s also the night shift, which usually consists of two people. One watching the cameras over his penthouse and the other walking around said penthouse. You’ve haven’t been in the last one yet, weirdly. The boss - Sir Crocodile, although you prefer to call him only “sir” as it tastes so sweetly coming out of your lips - says it’s because he prefers having you around him than having your skill wasted by watching cameras all night.

Yet, “having you around him all day” does not always mean walking around all day long like a purse dog like you thought. Some days are all about paperwork or working at the side-lines. Building floor plans for different public events and impeding reunions with the country governors, working with the local staff of said places. Heck, sometimes you do the same stationary work you used to do before. It doesn’t bother you as much anymore.

But when you do walk around with him, oh boy.

You go where he goes, always behind him with a pose that strikes confidence and strength, the best you can at least. He pays for your and your coworkers’ meals when he goes out to eat, mostly in up class restaurants. Even offers a coffee or two sometimes. Where all his money comes from is a mystery to you. Despite having to admit that the casino must have its significant role on his funds, it can’t be his only source of income. The few reunions you went with him, those who did not involve government matters, helped you conclude that he must be some sort of mafia boss, or at least his syndicate is involved in some very shady business. Which is not your problem, as long as your salary falls in your bank account every month.

Still, the job wasn’t easier. Sometimes there are inoffensive threats such as way too enthusiastic admirers. Other times, you are glad you got out with all of your limbs. No one said it would be easy to work under a two-faced gentleman who people can’t see past his philanthropist facade in a suffering country. In the beginning, the purple-ish bruises on your abdomen and ankles made you flinch when you looked at them in the mirror. The random cuts scattered across your head and torso also didn’t help. Your whole body hurt the first few dangerous fights you had. How couldn’t it, considering you took crowbars to the gut and glass bottles thrown at you. Now, it still hurts when the insidious reunions break into fights, but it’s more of a normal Thursday night which you cover in ethyl alcohol as you bite down on a cloth than a rare occurrence.

Your duty isn’t the problem. Despite all the paperwork, all the wounds, all the having to keep up with the formality everyday, you would choose this cyclonic change a million times over the spiralling stagnation you were putting yourself into.

Your boss is the problem.

Somehow, his bare existence turns you on.

It’s not because the polo and long sleeve Lacoste shirts he buys - now that you think about it, 90% of his closet must be Lacoste clothing, ironically or not - leave little to the imagination as they always compliment his chest so tightly. Nor because when he sits to read the morning newspaper his open wide legs are always inviting you to sit on his lap. Nor even because the scent of expensive cologne mixed with the tobacco smoke invades your senses and makes your knees weak.

It’s just… he’s so hot… and in such a tempting proximity of your unquiet hands.

You are not a pervert or anything of that sort. Heck, sometimes you have to punch those when they start getting way too feisty for their idol’s likening. And yet, it seems impossible to control your actions sometimes. Should you feel bad about it? Not that your employee has complained about it, too… if he even noticed that it’s on purpose, of course. It’s nothing harmful, really. You would even admit that you only do it to feed your fantasies of him bending you over his work desk and having his way with you. Just a few more details you need to confirm to make it vivid.

That’s why when you shield him from mountains of journalists, your body presses against his just a bit too hard so you can feel his clothed manhood on your ass. Or your hand brushes ever so slightly against his crotch. That’s why your gaze lingers a second too much on his lips when he finishes talking to you or on his hands when you start daydreaming about his ringed fingers closed around your throat. That’s why your fingertips brush against his waist or abdomen, and you seem to blush way too much when you apologize, not because you regret it, but because you got caught.

But not everyone is seemingly oblivious to your somewhat out of line actions and the word starts spreading a bit too much for your likening. Co-workers advising you to stop over late night drinks at the bar. Some rather famous (or even important) people whispering to each other while looking at you and your boss during the usual meetings and events. Some even seemed to ask him about his so “suspicious” bodyguard who “seems to have second intentions”. Luckily for you, he seemed to dismiss them with an over exaggerated laugh the first time. And the second. And the third. It was starting to get obvious that he knew exactly what you were doing. Worry and guilt start washing over you drop by drop. What if you’re fired? You’ll never see him in person again…

And you would lose one of the best jobs you ever had, having to certainly go back to your old one.

You decide to stop it all at once, even though it is as hard as stopping smoking. Sometimes, you feel your own hand reach for him when you walk side by side, only for you to retrieve it just before touching him. You also try your best not to glue yourself to him and even give the hardest eye contact you can manage, but deep down you know it looks awkward. Moreover, you aren’t able to pay attention to half of the words he's saying, too worried your gaze is way too intense and… well… not that normal. He even pulled you to the side once and asked if something happened, as you seem to be “not as comfortable as you were before”. Cringeness crawls down your spine, attaching itself to your muscles and making it hard just to control your facial expression. “Comfortable” is not the word you would go for but somehow it fit how you felt before perfectly. Too comfortable, you might say. You assure him that everything is fine and that you just got finally used to working for one person only. It’s not like he bought it. However, it was enough for him to mind his own business instead of yours.

Although, deep down, you feel like it isn’t enough. Your preoccupied mind needs you to be erased of suspicion altogether so you can finally sleep unafraid of being fired any minute now. People need to know you aren’t interested in him at all. Especially your boss. You need him to think that you’re out of the game and the actions before were just mindless inconveniences. Way too touchy accidents. Something that doesn’t say “I’m horny for you.” Because you aren’t anymore. At least you hope so. Maybe you should start getting addicted to bubblegum instead.

But you got just the plan though.

After lunch on a Monday, when you and your co-worker are walking with Sir Crocodile to his tailor - the way he talks about them makes it feel like it is his own personal tailor -, you try to make small talk with your co-worker. More precisely, the “let’s talk about our romantic life” small talk. You make sure he hears, at least vaguely, that you have a date Saturday night with this very pretty person who you can’t really give an appearance to when asked due to lack of planning. A small, excited “YES” echoes in the back of your mind when you notice that Sir Crocodile turned his head so slightly just to look at you from the corner of eye when you started describing the many messages and calls you exchanged, leading you to be invited to a delightful 80 themed dinner that you’ve never gone to. Your eyes lock with his for a split second when you check to see if he’s still listening. However, is just enough for him to notice his “eavesdropping” and turn to look straight ahead. You continue to talk eagerly about this lovely person you invented, just until you reach the tailor shop and one of you as to stand outside. Relief washes over you, not only you managed to get the attention away from your unintentional crush on your boss, as well as you arrived before your co-worker felt too awkward talking about love lives and dates at working hours. Too bad you have to be the one staying inside, especially when it’s the day to buy new shirts.

The downside of being not interested anymore, you think. The window looks more attractive than your snack of a boss trying on clothing, anyway. And how is the store empty?? Did he buy the tailor too??

Wednesday comes by, the supposed date approaching at a steady pace. Although, it didn’t cross your mind to talk more about it anyway. Your boss thought you were going on a date and he’s the only one you need to think that. He’s the one who can fire you, anyway. It’s a slow afternoon with you and a co-worker building floor plans for an upcoming event next week, when Sir Crocodile stops by your desk. He puts his hand on your shoulder, making you look up to him immediately, his face adorned with the same disdained expression.

“I need you to do the night shift tomorrow, if that’s possible.” Oh, that’s… new.

“Oh, of course, sir. No problem.” He thanks you under his breath, just enough for you to hear his muttering, and walks away to attend his own business. If you remember correctly, the night shift goes from midnight to 9 a.m., and your day off is right around the corner, so it’s not that bothersome. Although, you never did night shifts besides the ones required by your training period, it was weird he was asking you to do one now…

“You think Andrew is sick?” Your coworker’s voice makes you snap from your thoughts into the real world, you turn to look at them.

“I don’t know, but I’m worried. I haven’t done a night shift in a long time. I don’t even know what to do anymore.”

“Don’t worry about it. For half of it you do your designated path, the other half you just have to watch cameras. Normally, I’m the one covering Prisha’s days off, and I must tell you: or you’ll spend all the time talking through the walkie talkie with the other one, or you’ll listen to so much low volume music your brain will become mush.” You both share a short laugh and quickly come back to work, you feeling a bit more relieved that it’s not harder than what you do already. And yet, there’s a nagging in the back of your head that tells you something’s definitely up. Is this some sort of punishment? What did you exactly do? Didn’t he want you to walk around with him anymore? Did you weirded him out somehow? You don’t mean to imply that the evening coworkers are being punished, but him asking you out of all people is unusual. Pushing that voice aside, you go on about your day, the clock uncomfortably ticking.

You pull your car to the sidewalk in front of Sir Crocodile’s mansion, standing there looking at nothing for a solid five minutes. There are so many thoughts running around your head that didn’t let you take a nap this afternoon. The effect of the three coffees you had shows itself on your trembling hands, even more worried that you will just fall asleep standing when all the caffeine in your body exits it. Damn you, healthy sleep habits. You sigh deeply and exit your car with a new found “fuck it” powered determination, locking it and making your way to a long night.

“Byes” and “Don’t break too many legs” are exchanged between you and the afternoon team for today as your partner arrives shortly after you. You agree to take the cam duty after your break, desperately needing to stretch your legs right now because you hope it will help you keep awake for the second part of the night. With a walkie talkie in one hand and flashlight in the other, you make your way through the many paths as the night slowly goes on, your watch seeming out of battery. Great, now you can’t even torture yourself by checking the time every five minutes.

The time goes by rather slowly, without you noticing, though. At first, you and your coworker talked about many things; personal life, new TV series to watch, random inspirational quotes you read in sugar packets, until you had nothing more to talk about. You both go silent, the ambience of rustling leaves and crickets settling filling in the awkward but somehow comforting silence. At least, you know you are not alone when even the sound of your own footsteps make your brain spiral into suspicion. You’re sure that coworkers like Andrew and Prisha who do this every work day treat it more like a walk to the beach than anything, but for you who’s never been this… well… alone at your “workplace”, sure is something you don’t want to repeat so soon.

You hear your walkie talkie make some talking noise after an hour or so of giving names to the crickets and fireflies you found in between rounds, so you grab it, relieved to be reminded that you are not that alone with your bored, but paranoid mind.

“Go ahead.”

“The boss wants to see you in his bedroom.”

Uh, that’s… concerning, to say the least.

“Did he say the reason?”

“He said it’s nothing serious but for you to not take too long.”

“Roger that.”

“Clear.”

You go inside and make your way through the many hallways this gigantic house is made of. Alone once again with your own brain, you think how different it is to walk through the garden, where you have the sound of the wind and the rustling of leaves making you company, from walking through dark spaces full of silence broken by the sound of your footsteps. You gulp, starting to get nervous about this whole situation. Why does he want to see you? Did you do something wrong? And why at this hour? He should be asleep, he has a lunch for charity at the other side of the city at midday.

Now that you think about it, why do you know his schedule when it’s your free day? You need to get hobbies, holy shit.

You arrive at his room’s door, taking some deep, calming breaths before knocking. After a few seconds of no answer, you push the door as carefully, acting like it’s made of glass.

“Sir? Did you call?”

You call out for him, your answer being the rustling of clothes in the bathroom.

“Enter and close the door. I’ll be there in a moment.”

You do as said, entering and closing the door behind you. The one thing that calls your attention is the king sized bed which must be way more expensive than your own rent. The room itself is bigger than your apartment, it makes you feel small somehow. Now that you think about it, you’ve never been in his room, there was never the necessity to. Most of the “office” work you do with your co-workers mostly takes place in the living room or in the common study. There was never an occasion to be in his room. Unfortunately, you think in the dark corner of your mind. A big mirror, the length of the whole wall, takes place in front of his bed and you find yourself feeling way too hot all of the sudden. He must be one hell of a dom to have something like that right in front of his bed. Or maybe he’s just egocentric. Either way, you pull your collar to cool off a bit.

You don’t dare to walk anymore steps when you watch him slowly emerging from the bathroom, only a towel around his waist covering what is forbidden to see. Your brain short-circuits upon the sight and you are SURE your eyes are about to pop from their sockets from how open they are. Swallowing any words (and shame) you have left, you can’t physically look away as your muscles seem to stop answering. You do try to look at anything that belongs to his body except for his crotch making a oh-so-visible lump in the towel, and his hook neatly placed in the corner of the room. What atrocity or act of kindness did you commit to suffer this?

“Never had seen a man half-naked before?”

His words make your brain barely start working again, and you lock eyes with the most gorgeous, taunting smirk you’ve ever seen in your life. It screams trouble mixed with tobacco smoke and expensive cologne. A walking red flag with a mask made of desiring sharp canines. How you wished red wasn’t your favourite colour. You suffer to make out your next sentence, but somehow manage to speak.

“I… I’ve never seen my b… boss half-naked before.”

He walks to the nearest bottle of whiskey and pours himself a cup while chuckling, a chuckle so deep it sends the nerves on your knees and thighs overdrive. You refuse the drink he offers you, wanting to stay as sober as possible to remember the sight offered to you so you can touch yourself later. Also, you don’t want to do anything you might regret, probably. But you are sure this whole act is on purpose, your past actions coming to bite you in the ass. It makes you curious, thirsty for what karma has to offer you at the moment.

“I heard that you are going on a date? Tomorrow, right?” Oh… OH, the end goal of your plan took a twisted turn. You really didn’t expect him to be this affected by that.

“That’s right, sir.”

He adds a couple of ice cubes to his cup, watching them stir the liquid gently with a damned smile glued to his face. How long are you going to keep up this charade? Is it really for the sake of your job anymore? Or for you to not be caught red handed?

“I expected a pretty thing like you to be married by now. To a someone who treats you like royalty.”

The compliment catches you off guard, not sure about what to respond besides the obvious blush in your face. You swear you didn’t know these feelings of attractiveness towards your boss were reciprocated, but, damn, it put your self-esteem on the high shelf for now. An awkward laugh leaves your lips, not sure if the rapid beat on your chest is your heart giving up or the butterflies in your stomach moving their cause somewhere else. You put a hand over your chest, trying to calm yourself down for a bit.

“Thank you, Sir. You’re too kind.” There’s something that clicks inside Crocodile’s brain when you speak those words, as his smirks widens and he looks directly in your eyes. You can see now why they call him “Crocodile”, besides having him asking to be called that. There’s cold sweat running along your back as you feel like you just walked in the beast’s territory. He surely looks like a predator looking at his next meal and you aren’t so sure if you are safe anymore under these circumstances. You’re starting to get the bad kind of nervous, but his eyes shine so much in the room’s bright light that somehow your instinct is begging you to wait just a bit longer to see what he’ll do.

“Indeed. I’m so kind that I decided to give you a gift that they’ll love.”

“A gift?”

“I’ll get it for you.” You watch as he gulps the whiskey in one go and puts the cup down just to go to his wardrobe. You don’t like this not one bit and the idea of a gift from your rich mafia boss that your supposed date “will love” doesn’t ease the feeling of suspicion. And yet, why aren’t you moving away from your spot to your car to never come back? Why are you still in this luxurious place watching this hot piece of a man giving you the insane bedroom eyes since you got where?

He lets out a soft “ah!” of approval when he finds what he’s looking for, taking off a body hanger with a… lingerie?? A cute, but fucking provocative, white and gold bustier and g-string with a lace cut. He holds it in front of him while walking in your direction, a diabolical grin adorning his features. Your mouth goes agape, your doe eyes betraying your stance of professional respect. You grab it from his hands and analyse it superficially. It looks made with a good fabric. And expensive. More money than you could ever repay him.

“Sir… I… I can’t accept this…”

“Why not? It would be a shame to waste the money I spent on it. Besides, I’m certain you’ll look gorgeous with it. And your little date will love it as well.”

You lock eyes with him, after being distracted with the piece in your hand, and there’s the bedroom eyes again. Your blush intensifies and you start remembering why you invented this lie in the first place. There’s something about him that’s so stunning. Having him so close to you, half-naked like this and looking at you like that awakes something in between your legs. You find yourself wetter by the minute, not even being able to breathe properly. There’s so much space behind you and yet you feel trapped between him and a hypothetical door. That dark corner of your mind starts to spread through your brain, poisoning your already rancid thoughts. Did he think of you when buying this? Did he think of you with it on? He did think of you so… there must be something reciprocal there, right? You want to pounce on him, to get fucked by him right here just to prove your point.

You manage to breathe a “thank you” in the middle of your trance, which he responds with a deep, core striking laugh.

“There’s nothing to thank me for. But, I would appreciate it if you tried it on for me.” You snap out of it when he makes the request, your shame almost drowning in the pool your pussy is creating on your underwear.

“W-What?”

“I said,” He closes the bare distance between you and him, and you find yourself literally trapped against the door as you try to take some steps back. He gets to your level, lips barely touching as you feel his breath against your face. It smells like whiskey. “I want you to try it on. I need to see if it fits you.”

You powerwalk to the bathroom, closing the door behind you as fast as a final girl in a horror movie. You can’t seem to catch your breathing, your head swinging like crazy, and your skin so hot it will melt to the floor. What is this?? What is happening?? What is this sudden interest in you?? You swear you didn’t want jealousy when you made up that date. Just a bit of indifference, that’s all! However, what do you possibly have to lose?? You made it up so he wouldn’t see you as a creep for being too touchy with him. And yet, he seems to want the same as you still want. Maybe he just conceals it better, who knows. Fuck, is this what Prisha meant when she said he was interested in you from the beginning? The up and down looks he gives you every time? Making sure you stay close to him? Having you served the first coffee? Is this the climax of it? Is this the climax of having crossed the boundaries of your relationship a bit too far? No, fuck, this is not the time to overthink! You start to strip your uniform a bit too exhilarating, the sweat in your hands making it hard to even rip it off your body completely. You can’t just waste this opportunity. You are sure this will end up with him rearranging your organs with his cock and you can’t lose this chance.

Meanwhile, Crocodile walks slowly to his armchair, his cock begging for some release. He got you in the palm of his hand and he’s so fucking proud he waited for the perfect moment to have his way with you. Not that you wouldn’t have accepted if he didn’t try sooner, but having you here alone just for him makes his heart skip a beat. Who would have thought the sensual lady he contracted to be his bodyguard would have the hots for him as much as he has had for her since day one. He sits on his armchair and waits for you to come out of the bathroom. He picked that one lingerie for you himself, imagining how sultry you would look with it on while sucking him off. A hiss escapes his throat as he pumps his shaft through the towel, impatient to see your little eyes filled with tears as he makes you cum for the third time in a row. You look so good lying through your teeth, he wonders if you’ll look as good when babbling nonsense while cockdrunk.

He stops his motions as he sees you turn the doorknob, trying his best to stay composed. You get out of the bathroom only with the lingerie on. It fits you well, although the panties are a bit tight. And he was right, you look absolutely breathtaking with it. You stay by the bathroom door, your embarrassment catching up to you a little bit too late as your boss devours you with his eyes.

“Come closer, princess. I promise I don’t bite.” The promise seems empty with the way he licks his lips, but the pet name makes you move forward automatically. Somehow, you feel powerful, having this big man almost drooling at the sight of you. You couldn’t be feeling more sexy than you feel now. And being the one man you’ve been simping for the past couple months? Jackpot. You reach him and stand between his spread legs, so inviting to be sat on, but you keep your almost non-distance. “That’s it… you look perfect with it. Give a spin for me, princess.”

You do as he says, giving him a little, but painfully slow spin. When you’re face to face with him again, he puts his hand on your ass, caressing it and pulling you impossibly closer to him. “I’m sure your little date will appreciate the show you will put on, looking like that.”

You take a deep breath, dizziness making you lightheaded and a bit more talkative than you should. But what do you have to lose? With that raging erection, you doubt that he would just send you away when “the show” is just about to start.

“I’m not one to have sex on the first date. To be honest, I haven’t had any action in quite some time.” Your burled out confession puts a surprised expression on Crocodile’s face together with a growing wide smile. His hand goes from your butt to the small of your back, while his other arm wraps around your thighs. They’re warm, and the fact that he rests his head on the top of your breasts to look at you makes everything even warmer. Feels gentle, soft, even. Although, you wouldn’t trust him to be like that for long.

“Really? Let me show you how you should be treated, then.” With that, he pulls you to his lap in a swift motion, your legs straddling his tights nicely. The yelp leaving your mouth is silenced by his lips on yours, and you don’t complain about that. Instead, you put your arms around his neck while his hand moves to hold your head in place, and his arm pulls you closer to him by your hips. All of your shyness or whatever you had besides lust is thrown out the window, letting yourself go bolder and bite his lip while giving him innocent eyes when he opens his. You suck on it lightly to not leave a bruise, even with the urge to sneak one up on his neck. The corners of his mouth curl up, and you notice his eyes gaining a dark haze to them. You’re putting him exactly where you want him to be, trying to make him do things that will live happily in the dark corner of your mind. He pulls his lip from in between your teeth and forces his tongue inside your mouth, muffling a moan that probably shouldn’t leave your throat this soon. Well, it was nice while your moment of stardom lasted.

He holds you in place with his hand behind your neck, making you nothing but a breathless liquefied mess in his arms while your tongues dance with each other. Your hands start to roam freely around his body, feeling every length of skin you can reach. From his chest scars to the most prominent on his hip, the stab scars all along his torso that you’ve wished you could’ve protected him from. You manage to swiftly pull some of his chest hair, earning you a swallowed growl from him and a slap in the ass. After what feels like a solid minute, or time enough for you to need oxygen again, he pulls away with a string of saliva connecting you.

He shoots a mischievous, lazy grin at you, glazed in dirty promises, before grabbing your form like you’re a piece of meat and switching your positions, ending up with you trapped between him and the armchair. He drops to his knees right in front of you, his head oh so close to your pussy due to your current position; legs open and up for him to see everything he wants to.

A wave of lewd, sticky horniness washes over you due to his actions and a measly “please” rolls off your tongue out of instinct. You didn’t want to sound this needy, but when your reaction makes him pull your panties to the side and immediately dive head first into your core with a maniac smile plastered to his face, do you really have a choice? His tongue does wonders inside you, your walls squeezing it in desperation while you try your best to not close your legs around his head. Although, he would probably die happy. Instead, you put your feet on his shoulders and a hand on his hair, gripping it for dear life while your eyes almost roll out of your skull. He takes his tongue out, but the loneliness doesn’t last long as three thick digits take its place, stretching you so nicely you pray that the cameras on the corners don’t record the sound as well. And you’re really praying that your co-worker fell asleep during duty so they’re not watching you being treated like a whore. His mouth settles in your clit, sucking it so eagerly you grab on his head for dear life while every single nerve in your belly is on fire. Fuck, does he have so many lovers that this is just another Friday night or it’s just talent? And how you fucking wish he had his rings on so you could be even more deliciously tortured.

You feel your whole being boil from this treatment, your legs indecisive between pushing him away and pulling him closer, fathom guilty in the back of your fuzzy thoughts for certainly leaving nail marks on his scalp. He doesn’t seem to mind, though. It doesn’t take long for something inside you to snap and a soundless moan to leave your lips as you squirt all over his fingers. Shit, it really has been a while. Crocodile doesn’t pull away just yet though, enjoying his time sucking the life out of your clit as pleasure starts turning into scorching overstimulation. With your hands tangled on his hair, you push him away from in-between your legs with the little strength you have left. He takes the hint and pulls away, putting your legs down and standing up. The towel around his waist is discarded to the side, his erection in full view for you to drool over with exciting hunger. It’s so pretty, even more when he strokes it for a bit and your juices get smeared all over his cock.

“Sit straight.” He growls, words smashed together between breathless and desperate demand. It works on you as you get closer to the edge of the chair. One thrust would immediately put the head inside your mouth and you would be lying if you said you weren’t too excited for it to happen. You’ve been dreaming so much about this moment. And he has been thinking about it too on lone nights. You open your mouth, so eager to taste the musk invading your senses that it pulls a smirk from the corner of his lips. Instead, he shoves his fingers inside your mouth, opening it wide and forcing them in every corner of your mouth that he can reach. They taste of salt and sweat and your cum and you have to do everything in your willpower not to gag when he plunges them almost at the back of your throat when you suck on them. He grabs your tongue and pulls it out, using his forearm to hold your head in place and shove his cock in your mouth, making you choke from the rough treatment and drool all over his member. His hands go from your tongue to your hair, patting your head and holding it in place so you have no intention of taking him out without his permission. “Easy there, princess. Breath through your nose. I’m not that big.”

It sounds like mockery, his words having a “You can do better than that” tone to it while tears prick at the corner of your eyes due to the sheer force you’re using not to gag again. You do as he says despite your hurt ego, breathing in and out of your nose slowly while he does nothing to move. It has been a while since you were in a position like this, never anything as derogatory as this feels right now. You don’t know if you should be embarrassed for liking the harsh treatment given to you or for not knowing you like being treated like this sooner. There’s a soft tug at your hair in the back of your head, sending chills all over your spine that make you release a soft muffled moan. Crocodile curses under his breath, the vibrations making his dick twitch with need. But he still doesn’t move, resting his forearm on your shoulder instead. It’s not like he wants to wait for you to adjust to his length, but what’s the fun in breaking you so soon? Your hands travel from his abdomen to the back of thighs, giving them a little squeeze as a sign to continue.

His hips start to move, increasing it’s pace and fucking your throat as he wishes while he keeps your head in pace. You keep your breath steady, grabbing onto his tights for dear life as you try to keep the dizziness and ache in your jaw at bay. Raw grunts and breathless sighs roam free above you, Crocodile enjoying your warmth with the domineering sensation of you taking him so well. Your eyes go up, locking with his own, half-lidded. Face red, biting his lip and sweat sticking some of his hair to his forehead. He looks perfect. As for him, if he didn’t know any better, we would snap a picture of you looking at him from that position so he could jerk off to this moment later. With his tip hitting the back of your throat and nasty sounds coming from your mouth being abused, he knows he won’t last much longer. One of your hands sneaks in-between his legs, grabbing his balls gently and massaging them. A surprised moan escapes his lips and he takes his cock out of your mouth, strings of saliva falling to the carpet or connecting his member to your lips. You gasp, your lungs relieved at finally getting some much needed air, more than they were getting anyways. His cock twitches, red, leaking and almost hurting from being denied release.

“To the bed, on all fours.” You look at him, confused as to why he just didn’t finish like he let you prior.

“But-”

“Now.” he half-barks, words laced with need that send you right to the top of the bed, all fours like he asked. You look straight ahead, being presented with the image of you, all flushed. The mirror mocks you, mocks your nearby future of being fucked like a slut and having to watch your cock drunk expression while your tits firmly bounce in a pretty lingerie. Just like your own personal show where you are the star. You put your head down, embarrassing realisation dawning on you while Crocodile joins you on top of the bed, behind you on his knees. You feel his fingers pushing your panties to the side and then the tip of his cock mellowing teasing your entrance. Your fingers grab the expensive sheets, so much so they almost rip. In one vicious motion, he’s balls deep in you, an ugly moan leaving your lips as he doesn’t even give you time to adjust before merciless pounding into you. The hand in your panties goes to your hair, pulling your torso up and close to him as you moan in both surprised pain and excitement. His forearm goes around your hips while his hand goes to one of your breasts, lifting the bra up and caressing your nipple. Everything feels too much and too little, your senses going overdrive as the only thing you can think of is how good this fucking feels. Without anywhere else to go, your eyes find the image of you and the image of Crocodile, now smiling between breaths as he locks eyes with your reflection. “Tell me, can your little date leave you looking like that? Can your little date make you moan like this? Leave you absolutely ruined like this?”

“I-” You choke on your words with a squeak as he pinches and pulls on your nipple. You try to look away so you don’t feel more ashamed than you already do. But Crocodile’s having none of it, pulling your hair again so you have no choice but to look forward at your fucked up blushing expression.

“They can’t, can they? Especially when they don’t even exist.” Oh, fuck.

“I-I’m sorry!” You manage to spit out between moans. Feeling too full and the soreness of your legs not helping at all.

“Don’t be sorry. You got my attention. Isn’t that what you wanted?” He shoots a last smirk at your reflection before biting your neck and increasing the speed of his thrusts. Your fingers grab whatever they can find of the body behind yours. Your throat is starting to get weak due to all the moaning. If you could, you would crawl under a rock and live there forever, even if you already knew that he was aware your whole date night tomorrow was fake. Do you regret anything? Maybe, but you don’t regret being such a bad liar. Especially if you knew this would be the result sooner. Crocodile’s rhythm begins to flatter, his lips pressing desperately to your neck and the new bite mark formed on your skin. The tight coil in his belly unravels with him letting go of a low moan and his grip on you getting tighter. You feel your insides fill with warmth, and try not to think of the implication that getting creampied by your boss has in the future. He looked pretty cumming, though. His hand goes to your cheek, turning your head to him and resting his forehead on yours. Breaths raged, body sweating like crazy, and kept hair absolutely ruined. It feels tender for a moment, especially when he steals a last kiss from you. You feel good and hope he does too.

He pulls out, the new panties almost smacking your pussy when going back to place. While he gets up and goes to the bathroom, you can’t help but look in the mirror. You look… messy. And a bit too much with drool down your chin. At least, there’s no too visible marks. You won’t have to come up with a phony excuse for hickeys. Crocodile comes out of the bedroom, sweatpants hugging his thighs nicely, making it hard for you to not stare at the perfect figure before you.

“Hey.” He snaps his fingers at you, making you come back from the warm euphoric state inside your brain. You look at him, the dark haze he had in his eyes dissipating. He looks nice like this. Would it be a bad idea to invite him to your house? Probably you shouldn’t right now. “Back to work, princess.”

Ah, that’s right. Work.

Under the weight of your own body, your knees buckle and you have to wait a second or two to even think about moving again. Oh, man, it really has been a long time. Trying your best to feel your legs again, you walk slowly to the bathroom, Crocodile lighting up a cigar to smoke, too tired to even bother opening the window. You dress as slowly as you can while waiting for the jiggle in your body to disappear. A deep breath leaves your lips, reality dawning on you. You fucked you boss. You two won’t probably talk about this again. Fine by you. Life is made of memories and all that. Although it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. Does it really have to be just this time?

Ah, man, are you getting clingy already? Shit-

The bathroom door feels heavy in your hands. His gaze also feels heavy on you as you walk as nonchalantly as possibly to the bedroom door. Everything feels heavy around you. Although, the poker attitude doesn’t last long, not when you feel somehow choked. The grip on the doorknob feels too tight and biting your lip doesn’t help containing what’s on your mind, either. You turn around to look at him, him quickly turning his sight from you to the window.

“Sir?”

He hums, the beautiful scenery outside being easier to look at than the charming shine in your eyes. “Can we… do this again? Sometime soon?” A content laugh escapes his lips, his sight finally locking with you. You, your form, your lips, doesn’t matter. You have his attention, once again.

“Are you asking me to give you more night shifts?” A smirk appears on his face, and you can’t help but give him your own kind of sassy attitude with a new found courage.

“…Maybe.”

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Dracula's Trans Man (Headcanons) Dracula X Transman Reader (Castlevania)

[Hello, my sexy muffins! I am here with another post and happy International Trans Day of Visibilty. So, of course, I had to do a Trans Related Video! Enjoy this video!] 

(Disclaimer: Transmen are Men, it does not matter if they do not change their vagina or chest, they are still men even if they still have those parts. They do not need to have a pp and balls to be a man! Transmen are men and trans rights are human rights!

Disclaimer: Dracula 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! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon. Thank you! 

Disclaimer: Small Mention of Relgious Transphobia the past fricking sucked and this took place in the 1400s or 1600s and the Bishop burning Lisa, Dracula's wife, as a witch is why he went after humanity in the first place. Yeah, so religious transphobia was mentioned. I obviously do not support that poo!) 

-Yandere Headcanons With Yandere Dracula X Transman Reader From Castlevania Netflix Series- 

.Dracula met you through Lisa; she would talk about a man who was born with parts that did not match up to how he felt he was as a man. 

.That man was you, and you went to Lisa because she was one of the only people who was willing to hear how you felt and was the only person who saw you as a man. 

.She even taught you how to properly bind your chest and make fake packages for you to have between your legs. 

.You were the only one to speak out for Lisa as you believe she was a woman of science. You were told you were unwell. 

.The Chruch said you would be locked away until you accept your birth gender. (I am not saying this in a religious thing, but clearly the bishop would say it, the past fricking suck and this was like 1400s so of course they be transphobic and homophobic poo.) The Gender God gave you. 

.Dracula remembered Lisa talking about you and saw you a scared young man, the only man who stood up for his wife even though you did not have the parts that would make society see you as a man. 

.You were more of a man and far braver than anyone here. 

.For that, he snatched you from the bishop's hands and brought you back to his castle. You saw his rage at losing his wife, but you were in debt to Dracula as you would have been locked away and maybe even executed. 

.Dracula knew you did not agree with killing humanity but he knew you respect how he felt. 

.You were the only one to stand for his wife, and he saw the beauty in your stunning and slightly handsome face. 

.He made sure everyone would refer to you as man; he was going to create a world where you can be a man. 

.He would do his best never to misgender you, and he knows you do not like your chest touched. 

.As that part of your was very dysphoric. Even though at the time you did not have this word for it, instead you said it made you feel like your body did not make up to how you felt it should be. 

.That it felt wrong and just not right. He did not understand fully what it felt like, but he knew it caused you discomfort, and so he made sure never to touch your chest or touch your chest as little as possible. 

.He learned to love you as the man you were, and he found comfort in you, even though you were short for even human males. 

.He would love to tease you and wrap his arms around you. 

.You were his little man with a lot of passion, and you got so passionate about certain topics he would find himself enamored with just listening to you. 

.He did love to tease you because seeing you flustered as he would tease you would give him great joy. 

.He would even let you work on what you called Gender studies. You told him you wanted there to be documents on the third Gender that were scattered around history before the church got to them. 

.You wanted to leave a mark about the people that were like you, and the people that were neither male or female. 

.You wanted to leave a mark on this world, and he understood your need to do this. 

.Also, with you in his life, he did not want to commit genocide; he still wanted humanity to suffer. 

.But on a much smaller scale. 

.You tamed a lot of him because you were given a hand that caused you issues; you had no way at the time to change your biological sex.

.But you still stood to fight when the world was stacked against you, when you were given the worse biological hand. 

.He would be the one to support you in your life, and he promises to find a way to turn your body into what you felt would match up with you. 

.He did enjoy your body while it still had it biological sex. 

.He did make sure not to make you uncomfortable during sex with your body not being the parts you would like. 

.He would be the type of man and yandere who is very aware of how you are feeling while he makes love to you, as well as being aware of how you feeling almost all other times as well. 

.He is aware when you are feeling uncomfortable with your body. 

.He also knows you do not want to see him on certain days because of your body's reproductive cycle. 

.Although he is a vampire and he wants to show you how much he loves you when you are your monthly bleed. 

.He does not let you get the whole week away from him as he wants to worship your core and to make you feel adored. 

.Once again, he wants to worship you with his mouth and show you that he savors every inch of you. 

.He is the type of yandere that is very overprotective of you. he knows you are a man, but your body has limitations due to its biological sex. 

.Like when you are on your reproductive cycle, he makes sure that you are only in his bed chambers and that Hector and Issac are the only ones who come see you during that time. 

.There had been a slip-up when you went to wash without them, and Godbrand commented when he smelled your reproductive cycle. (Because of course Godbrand one) 

.Dracula had turned Godbrand's head to paste, and it took a week to regenerate; Godbrand was also put on a month-long restriction from blood. Which now has Godbrand avoiding you like the plague. (It seems he learned his lesson.) 

.Dracula does not play around when it comes to your protection and comfort as a man. 

.He is not going to let anyone, even his most trusted generals, say things about your gender and or biological sex. 

.He once again loves how small you are to him and has you sit on his lap.

.Also, the sex with you being so small was a turn on. You are an adult male, but man, does he love the size difference? 

.He also uses your smaller size to his advantage and physically picks you up when you get in arguments with his generals. 

.He just picks you up and is like No, you have done enough. 

.He is firm with you, though, when he has to be. 

.He knows he has given you such freedoms, but you are his consor,t and that means that you have to obey him. 

.He is Dracula, and you will obey him; he is your lover and king, and you are his husband (as he would marry you as a man) and the man carrying his child and will carry future children. (Yes this is the 1400s or the 1600s you can bet your sweet ass that he got you pregnant also it was in the request lol) 

.As a yandere, he is very protective of you, but it only gets worse the more he is up against humanity.

.Because humanity had tried to take you away from before he even knew he loved you.

.So as more time goes on he does not want you out of his sight, and he wants you to leave the castle less and less.

.Soon, he does not want you to even leave the wing that he would have for you, him, and your children. 

.When you are pregnant, he gets so overprotective he might resort to chaining you to the bed. 

.Losing Lisa really changed him as a man and yandere where he would not care what you would say about needing to leave. 

.You were his husband at this point and the other father to his children. 

.It was HIS Job to protect you and both his and your children. 

.He does not care what you have to say on the matter; the world is far too dangerous for you, his husband, and the other father to his children. 

.He is the type of yandere that would die before he let any harm come to you or the children you give him. 

.You are the second chance he has at a family, and he is not going to let it be stolen from him again. 

.If anything happens to you or the children you give him, he would turn on humanity; you are the only thing keeping him together at this point. 

.You are his man, the other father to his children, his husband; you are his world, and he will do everything to protect you and keep you 

.If anything was to happen to you, he would burn this world to ash. 

.He would deal with rivals brutally, no whorish women would be allowed to come close to you. 

.Also, he is even harsher on the men that try to get close to you. he does not mess with them at all. 

.But in the end, all of the rivals end up having their skin made to be the covers of his books and has their flayed bodies on spikes as the birds and rodents devour them while they are still alive and in agony. 

.He would be there to make you feel like a man, but do not get it wrong he is the top, you will not make strap to fuck him with. 

.He helps you with your dysphoria as much as he can, knowing you are hurting, and it is his job to take care of you. 

.He is a devoted yandere and lover who sees you as his greatest treasure; he does not love you like he loved Lisa. 

.It is an obsessive love and new love for him. He will hold Lisa dearly, but also you are his everything as well. 

.He had confessed to you after a year of courting you, and you, feeling like you owed your life to him, accepted his love. 

.Yes, you owed him your life so you would, of course, give your love to him. 

.He was a good man, if a bit controlling of when you left the castle and who you had in your life. 

.The moment you defended his life, you had sealed your fate, and you would never be able to escape Dracula, your yandere husband. 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done, I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

Dracula’s Transman: Yandere Dracula X Transman Listener

[nahoney22]

Hell yes! Honey getting the recognition she deserves!!! Happy 4000!!!!

I would like to request Tech x transman!reader (ftm) pleeeease. NSFW, Dom/Sub dynamics (☆▽☆)

Love you and congrats again!!

💛🤟 River

Taking Control***

Tech X Transman!reader

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You wanted attention from your man, and luckily for you Tech was eager to give you all the attention you desire.

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Smut, explicit sexual content and language. Dom!Tech, sub!reader, kissing, sex, oral (reader receiving), very light spanking and choking, praises, pet names, established relationship, implied shower sex, fluff.

authors note: hope this is okay, sorry for the wait @dangraccoon 🩵 love u and thank you for the support and request!

"Are you nearly done?" you inquire, suppressing a sigh, as this marks the seventh time tonight you've questioned Tech. The frequency of his 'very soon' replies falls short of your patience.

"These matters take precedence... but, soon. I’m very close to near completion." He responds, absorbed in tinkering with a device beyond your comprehension. However, your tolerance reaches its limit.

If his actions held urgency, you might understand, but it has been days since you and Tech were alone together. With unmet needs, you face him, seizing the device and tossing it onto the control panel. He pauses, wide-eyed, then recognises your displeasure.

"I was doing it again, weren't I?"

"I adore you, but if I have to endure the word 'soon' one more time, I might just feel compelled to step outside and release a primal scream," you quip, the corners of your lips curling upwards as Tech joins in with a soft chuckle, gracefully rising from his work.

"Have I been unintentionally neglecting you?" His voice carries a hint of concern, his demeanor shifting subtly as he closes the distance between you, his hand finding its place with gentle familiarity on your waist.

A warmth spreads across your cheeks as you lean into his touch, your eyes meeting his with a mix of affection and longing. "Perhaps just a tad. But, if necessary, I'd endure an eternity of waiting for you."

"Let's set rationality aside for a moment," he suggests tenderly, his lips finding solace in a gentle kiss planted on your forehead before he rests his head against yours, his breath mingling with yours in a shared moment of intimacy. "I couldn't bear to deprive you of pleasure for too long."

"Oh, really?" you tease with a smirk, raising an eyebrow in playful challenge. "And how do you plan on achieving that?"

Tech hums thoughtfully, his lips curling into a mischievous smile before he leans in, capturing your lips with his own. His hands find purchase on your waist, pulling you closer as the gentle hum of the ship provides a soothing backdrop to your intimate moment. With nimble fingers, he tugs at your shirt, silently signaling his intention as you nod in agreement, relinquishing control as he takes the lead in removing it from you.

His hands meticulously caress your body, fingers tracing over your chest, shoulders until you were putty in his hand. “Tech,” you whine impatiently but you can’t help but be obsessed with how obsessed he was with your body.

His lips move from yours to your neck, proceedingly getting lower until his lips very delicately kiss one of your nipples, eliciting a sharp but pleasing gasp from you. “Tender,” he comments, making sure you keep your hands down by your sides, “I have been neglecting you for so long it seems.” He speaks plain before his kisses in your nipples become more common and they become more prominent. “Not to worry. I will now take control.”

He stands back to his full height and takes a hold of your upper arm, guiding you towards the cockpit and sealing the door shut behind you both. “Be good now and lay back on the deck.” He instructs and you watch in awe as he slides his gloves off, fingers flexing.

You tingle in excitement and do as you’re told, allowing Tech to take control of you. He approaches, eyes dark with lust as he runs both hands up your thighs, back down, and then back up until he toys with the hem of your pants. “So obedient, so pretty.” He cooed, looking down at you from over his goggles that had slid down his nose slightly before he slid his hand in your pants.

The gasp that parts your lips is sinful, a shock of arousal soared to your groin. Whilst his fingers work their magic, he begins whispering words of praise down your ear. “I am going to make you feel so good, there is no doubt in my mind about that.” He leans over you, watching your face intently as he pleasures you with his hand.

“T-That feels…”

“Exquisite? I am sure.” He smirks cockily, leaning in and capturing your lips leaving you breathless.

Your soft whimpering sings around the ship, fully laying back on the cockpits controls as Tech helps your shimmy out of your pants, leaving you completely in the nude.

His free hand transcends over your body, caressing every scar and bumps from surgeries and battle wounds to the freckles and moles you’re born with. Though, as much as his tenderness was sweet, the feeling of his other hand pleasuring you to the point stars were clouding your vision had you gasping for a breath. “So soon?” He tsks, watching the way your eyes start to roll back, “You are a needy boy, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yes, Tech!, I need you.” You grip onto his arms, “I need your cock so — mmm much.”

His face grows warm, a common theme when you are being so submissive for him. “Your pleas are arousing to hear,” he purrs, looking down at his hand between your legs and then up at you, “do it again.”

“Please Tech,” you whine, legs quivering, “I want your cock inside of me. I..fuck! Fuck I need you to fuck me.”

Tech shudders in delight, his cock straining against his pants and helps you ride through your orgasm, chuckling as your body twitches in delight. “That’s it… you look so handsome and fuckable when you orgasm like this. Yes, you did so well.”

Tech wasted no time in helping you stand, your legs like jelly, and bending you over the deck. “Come on, spread those legs.” He lightly spanks you, earning a delightful squeal from you but alas do as you’re told.

“Mmm, I should have listened to you earlier. I am appalled with myself for neglecting my lover,” he sighs softly, the palm of his hand caressing the insides of your side, slowly riding it upwards. “Nevertheless, I am going to fuck you so good that you may just beg for more.” Again, another soft spank to your rear follows his words.

“Do you want this?” He leans over your body, his cock that he recently pulled free teasing your hole as he cups your jaw, lifting your head back, “Do you want me to fuck you into submission, darling?”

“Yes! Yes, please, please, please oh my fuck-!” You whimper, bucking your hips into him eagerly.

“So needy, but I would be a liar if I were to say I didn’t love it. That’s it, spread your legs further- ah, Perfect.” Tech groans as he slicks himself up with his own precum.

Your eyes squeeze shut, body becoming numb as he slowly sheathes into you. You melted at the sounds of his ragged moans, his hands tight on your waist as he grounded you. “Ooo, you beautiful soul.” His praises sounded like liquid gold to your ears.

“Are you okay?” He softly asks, leaning back over you and placing a kiss between your shoulder blades and you faintly nod before letting out a breathless sigh.

“Perfect.”

He smiles. “Yes, yes you are.” Tech slowly pulled out of you, nearly all the way, then pushed back in with a force that makes you yelp, teeth biting your lip.

He started to fuck into you slowly, matching his thrusts with your shallow breaths. Your head rolls back, eyes fluttering shut out of bliss. Tech moans your name before reaching forward and placing his lips to yours, kissing you whilst sliding his tongue past your lips, circling inside your mouth.

“I love you so much. So perfect for me.” Tech begins thrusting up deeper into you, Your eyes squeezed shut again and you bit your lip, trying to mask the moans and noises you made incase of being heard. Clearly, Tech didn’t like this, as he snuck his hands around your neck.

“Don’t hide those moans for me. It encourages me to fuck you even better darling,” he cooed, eyelids heavy as he feels his own climax starting to build.

His hands grip your neck, avoiding your windpipe which creates a heat to flood through your body. “Oh Tech, fuck me harder! Please.”

He picks up the pace, hands tightening around you as his hips slam into you, almost causing you to knock your head on the control panel but you don’t care, you plead for him to keep going, sweat dripping down both of your bodies.

Your whines get louder and you look over your shoulder at the man who has you a mewling mess, his hair disheveled, face hot and eyes deep in concentration.

“You’re so tight, so good, I’m gonna fucking cum- I can’t hold back- I can’t-.” Tech stutters as he swiftly pulls out of you, white hot ribbons painting your back and rear of his own creation. His legs quake and breathing is laboured.

“You really do not quite fathom what hold you have on me,” he grins lazily, stepping back to you and peppers soft kisses over your face, jaw and lips. “Now, let’s clean ourselves up before the others get back.”

“Care to join me in the shower?” You wag your brows at him, extending out your hand and Tech didn’t think twice before leading you straight there.

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[shinxyy]

ever find it weird how transmasc/transfem reader/character fics are usually smut fics and never really fluff or comfort fics?? kinda seems fetishizing to me!

though I'm not technically trans myself, (gender fluid and fem atm) it still strikes me as odd that the trans readers are usually, if not always being fetishized in fanfiction

[agilident]

why not