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I'm done with school for the summer so I can focus on writing. I'm working on the birthday event, the 2 chapter of the unkissable prince and the first chapter of my ftm trans reader x jean kirstein fic
Update
to the anon that requested mina angst, i will be working on that tomorrow ( its night time where im at) and though i have an idea, if you have any specifics of what you want to be included go ahead and send it in.
If i don't get more of an idea of what you want ill write a Mina x GN! reader, where mina rejects reader.
If you don't like that you still have time to tell me what you really want.
Depending on motivation tomorrow i might also work on my "life of an Ackerman" story. I probably won't finish it but i might share a snippet of it. I plan for the story to be only 2 chapters.
im going to be honest, my new fic im working on ( the life of an Ackermen) Is one of my farvoirte ive written. Chapter 1 is at 2 k words which is longer then my average chapter and I'm not even half way through what i want to address in chapter 1. I hope yall enjoy it when i post it
The Life of an Ackerman: Chapter 1
Jean Kristen X FTM!reader
3k words
My longest chapter so far ( I think)
Trigger warning: Transphobia( No slurs or deadnaming, just ignoring new name) mentions torture and death ( no death or torture but the words are used)
Let me know if I missed a trigger or if you spot any spelling mistakes.
Feedback is encouraged!!
I haven't said happy pride month so happy pride month and I thought it was fitting to say here because this is both gay and trans.
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Being born an Ackerman wasn’t easy, especially when your father was Kenny the ripper. Your father never had much restraint, for booze or women, when the two mixed Kenny had no problem, most of the time the booze amplified his pleaser. It was no different the night you were conceived, Kenny had his booze and women who worked at the bar. They didn’t love each other, they might not even like each other. You could describe their relationship as a drunk flirt and a waitress who was tired of it, and knowing the best way to get rid of the man was to do what he wanted. She was partially right, because, after one night together, Kenny left her alone, and which was exactly what she wanted. Then three months later she discovered she was pregnant, and Kenny was nowhere to be found. While she was pregnant she investigated Kenny and where he could have gone, and by the time you were born your mother knew where Kenny lived and she had no problem doing the same thing Kenny did to her, she disappeared.
Kenny wasn’t thrilled to find a baby at his door, with a note claiming it was his own. Though he wasn’t the best person, he wasn’t going to leave his own infant, so he raised you, more like trained you. You learned how to protect yourself and others, how to hurt and kill people at the age of 10, you never killed, you just knew how. You missed the innocence of only knowing how to kill because you couldn’t go about life as Kenny the Ripper’s child without killing someone.
At twelve you started to change, you had discovered why you felt so disconnected from your body. You slowly began to change your appearance to be more like the boy you were, even if your body was a constant reminder that you weren’t. You told your father about these feelings when he questioned the change in your appearance. You know he would catch your lies if you tried, so you told him the truth. Telling him that you wanted to go by Y/n instead of the name your mother gave you, you wanted to be called he/him like the rest of the men instead of she/her that you’d been for the past twelve years. He never called you by your old name again, but he also never called you y/n, he called you a nickname which is how he addresses most people. To him, you were now ‘kick’ short for sidekick cause that’s all you were to him.
Being his son and being trained since you were a child, you became a member of the Anti-personnel control squad. Even though you didn’t agree with his stance, you were still forced to work for him. He had told you almost everything about Reiss family and the Ackerman family, and what he hadn’t told you, drunk Kenny told you. So you knew more than most and you formed your own opinion. All for nothing though because you were still forced to work for him and against the scouts. Though being his son and learning the skills of Kenny the Ripper, and being forced to work with him, brought you to working with the scouts, so how angry can you be.
After Kenny died, you grieved and then healed rather quickly, it was important to be able to get over people, you learned that from your dad. After healing you came up with a plan, you hunted down Levi Ackerman, a man that your dad had mentioned more than once. He was an Ackerman along with the captain of the survey corps, you need to meet him. There was a lot your late father had taught you, like manipulation, or blackmail, and because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut you had enough information on Levi to do what you were taught. Though your plan underestimated Levi and fell to pieces when the man caught you.
You were sneaking around the survey corps base, when you felt someone pull you back along with the feeling of a knife against your neck, you knew it was him when he spoke.
“You have three seconds. Who are you and why are you here?”
“ I’m y/n Ackerman”
“Bullshit.”
He pressed the blade further into your neck, it reminded you of your father’s signature move.
“It’s not. I’m the son of Kenny Ackerman, your uncle. Making me your cousin.”
Even with the information which should be shocking to him, I can’t feel any changes in his heartbeat or the pressure his knife has on my throat.
“What proof do you have?”
“I know you are from the underground. I know your mother’s name, Kuchel. I know about your mother’s job.”
You could have continued but Levi didn’t seem to like what you already said and stopped you.
“How do you know that information?”
It was a stupid question, you expected a smarter man. But it must run in the family cause calling him stupid out loud is just as dumb as his question.
“That’s a stupid question, Kenny Ackerman, my dad told me.”
You now felt a change in pressure of the knife on your neck, shockingly it didn’t press deeper but released just a little.
“Did you just call me stupid?”
It was a rhetorical question, and the tone sent chills down your spine. If he hadn’t moved the knife away you would except he was going to murder you. After seconds of torturous silence and stillness, Levi fully removes the knife from your neck. You weren’t free though, he still had the knife ready, now aimed at your back instead of your neck. You weren’t so stupid to try and move, you would be dead in a second if you did such a thing.
“Smart cookie arent you.”
He was testing you, he wanted you to move so that he could strike. But since you didn’t he had no reason to believe you would later.
“Move forward, and don’t make any movement that I don’t instruct you to.”
You start to move down the corridor, trying to determine the right speed knowing that if you move too fast or too slow you’ll be in trouble.
“You are going to turn and enter the next door on your left. Then you’ll turn right and wait by the door.”
His voice was more demanding than before. You spotted the door he talked about, and when you reached it you turned left then right, stopped, and waited at the door as instructed. Levi was right behind you as you entered the room, but he now stood to your left, right in front of the doorway.
You were afraid to make too much movement cause his eyes and kife were still trained on you. Without moving anything but your eye you survived the room, noticing that multiple scouts were cleaning the room.
“Connie and Jean come here.”
Levi yelled into the room, two men approached him. The short one with almost no hair, stood in front of Levi ready for instructions. Then the taller one with brown hair and a long flattish face, stood slouched as if his sergeant wasn’t in front of him. The shorter one hit the taller one, who then straighten his posture. It was funny in an attractive way. Levi turned to the short one and began to give him instruction.
“Connie, go inform Hange that we have an intruder in custody who may be lying about their identity, they’ll know what to do.”
Connie left as soon as Levi was done talking and had now turned to the taller one, and by process of elimination you figured out that he was Jean.
“Jean I need you to find something to confined this intruder with, rope would probably work best.”
Jean moved to a cabinet right next to you and pulled at some rope.
“Good thing we just organized sir or else it would have taken me ages to find this.”
It wasn’t a super finny joke but it was funnier than what you had heard in the past month, and a laugh passed right through you. The was quick shuffling and you realized everyone’s eyes were on you. They all know how strict Levi was and that you laughing wasn’t something Levi instructed. When they realized Levi wasn’t going to do anything they got back to work.
“Jean tie this man’s arms behind his back.”
You had never been called a man and once again your emotions slipped through and a smile reached your lips.
Jean approached you and put his hand on your shoulder, turning your body so you were facing the cabinet the rope came from. He began to tie your arms, tight enough to restrict your movement but not the blood flow. While he works he talks, whispering so only you hear.
“Thanks for laughing at my joke, no one does, it also takes balls to laugh at one of my jokes when your under Levi’s knife.”
Ironic. His hands finish tying yours and he guided you back to Levi.
“Sir I’ve tied the intruder, where should I take him.”
“That won’t be necessary, I got him for now. Everyone finishes cleaning this room, it better be spotless when I return from the torture chamber.”
He takes me from Jean and pushes me out of the room, and toward what I can only assume will be my death or wish for death.
“See you soon, or maybe not.”
“Jean!!”
Jean calls out from behind followed by others yelling at him for the insensitive joke. I smile even if it is a joke at my possible death.
You know sat on the floor of what you assume is a torture chamber, it’s dirty, which isn’t a shock. Suddenly the door opens and Levi walks in and behind him comes a taller person with glasses and a determined face. They seemed to be at the end of a conversation.
“Oh another Ackerman, exiting!”
The taller one practically jumps closer to you.
“We don’t know if it’s true. That what you are here for.”
Levi closed the door behind the two of them still trying to take away your last name.
“Oh come on, what would a poor thing like this lie. Especially lie about being related to you.”
The person stood over you, staring at you intensely, but they talked as if you weren’t there.
“I don’t know, but I do know that Kenny isn’t the father type.”
“I can’t argue with that. I never claimed he was the father type.”
You laughed at the idea of your father acting like a father to you.
“Pipe down brat. Only talk when we ask you a question.”
Levi silenced you.
“Wow, no kick to the stomach. Have you gotten soft?
The person mocked Levi, they also started to investigate you, but never touched you.
“Non-sense.”
That’s all Levi said in defense of the person’s accusations of his emotional strength. You found it Ackerman-like, Ackermans don’t need to defend them selfs over stupid accusations.
“You’re pretty good at spotting lies. So I want you to tell me when the little twerp lies.”
“So no torture, why bring him here then? I think I was right, you’ve gone soft. But no complaints here.”
The person finally addresses you.
“Hello I’m Hange, and it might be your lucky day, As long as you don’t lie, we won’t touch or harm you.”
You weren’t sure if you were allowed to nod so you stay still, Hange continued.
“So you claim that your and Ackerman, to be specific y/n Ackerman. Are you sticking by your original statement?”
You were tired of the constant questioning of your true identity.
“Yes, I am y/n Ackerman!”
You snapped a little.
“Feisty, that’s the Ackerman attitude!”
They turn back to Levi.
“I don’t think they’re lying but I’ll continue.”
They turn back to me.
“Is your father Kenny the Ripper, also known a Kenny Ackerman?”
It was only the second question but you were already sick of the interrogation.
“Yes.”
Hange turned back and walked to Levi.
“Still no lie detected, I don’t have any more questions, because you won’t tell me the rest of the story.”
They nudged Levi with their whole body.
“So you believe he’s an Ackerman. Their little proof of what he says”
When Levi finished, Hange added to what he was saying.
“And less against it.”
They sounded smug.
The two of them left, you were left in the gross dark room. You were also left dark in the sense that you had no clue what they were discussing you knew that what they decide will be your future.
Eventually, the door opened and Hange came in, more excited than they should be.
“A new friend!”
They grabbed you and lifted you onto your feet and began pulling you out of the room.
“Oh sorry, I was supposed to ask before touching you.”
Even though they sounded sincere, they continued to pull you around.
“The cadets and others always tell me that I should respect others space”
They continue to pull you until you arrived at a room, they opened the door and pulled you in, then sat you on the bed.
“Welcome to your new room, it took some convincing but we agreed that at the very least we should keep you in our sight. So your kind of trapped here now, but I promise it won’t feel that way!”
They left and closed the door, but before you could relax they rushed back in.
“Whoops, guess I should undo those restraints.”
You had forgotten about the restraints, they had been on practically all day. You stood up from the bed and turned around so that Hange could undo the rope. You thought back to the person who did the restraints, you thought about his face and his hands and his voice, his laugh that was caused by his own joke. You tried to remember his name, it rhymed with bean, and started with J.
“Jean!”
When you remembered his name, it slipped out, not quietly.
“Yeah, that’s what I said,”
Luckily for you, Hange was talking about the very person you were thinking about. Either way, you became embarrassed. Soon enough Hange left, and you were alone with your thoughts.
You stayed cooped up in the room you were given. There was one door, zero windows, one bed one dresser, and a mirror. There wasn’t much for you to do, the only clothes you had were what you were wearing. You had no reason to leave, no birds to watch and you didn’t even consider looking in the mirror. The boredom had finally reached you, and you couldn’t think of a way to cure it. Luckily for you, someone came to the rescue.
The door open and as it opened Jean came into sight. He had a towel slung across his shoulder and a bucket in hand. He scanned the room and upon seeing you he froze, then coughed a little, while a blush crept up his cheeks.
“Sorry, I thought this room was empty.”
He didn’t make any movement to leave or enter, he stood there staring at you.
“Well, now you know. So are you going to leave or come in, or have you become a statute?”
He started to move inside your room, you had expected him to leave. He must have noticed the confused look on your face, deciding to explain himself.
“Levi’s strict about the cleanliness, so either you clean this room or let me.”
He has a stupid smile on his face as he offers the bucket and pulls the rag off his shoulder, also offering it to you.
“I’m not cleaning, so have fun.”
“That’s what I expected.”
He started to clean the room, but he eventually became tired of the awkwardness of being watched in silence.
“So you have no worries that I’ll snoop on you or steal from you?”
You changed your position on your bed, now sitting legs crossed.
“Yeah cause the man who makes terrible jokes is going to steal something from me. No, I just don’t have anything for you to steal or snoop.”
You responded sarcastically but also felt there was no reason to hide the truth so you told him, in the end, to clear up any confusion.
“Oh so you think that I wouldn’t be able to steal from you, you must be confident. You are you that you are so confident.”
He was joking with you, your glad a strict scout wasn’t the one who was cleaning your room.
“Someone who you restrained less than five hours ago.”
You thought it was weird that he was acting so normal around someone that was labeled as an intruder.
“You’re clearly not much of a threat if they let you in such a nice room.”
You laughed at his detective skills.
“Real though who are you, intruder.”
Without knowing your name, he only knew you as the intruder and decided to use it as a nickname.
“I’m y/n!”
He waited for you to continue but you never did. You didn’t think Levi would want you exposing yourself as an Ackerman.
“No last name?”
He questioned, but you’ve been here before and always answer with something that shuts most people down.
“Lots of people don’t.”
He took your answer, as most people did.
“Yeah, I guess you right.”
The room went quiet again as he continues to clean. Every once and a while one of you would strike up a conversation. You need to stretch your legs, got up, and walked to the door and back, which earned you an earful from Jean about making the floor dirty when he just cleaned it.
Eventually, he was done and had to leave. He opened the door about to leave but stopped when he heard your voice.
“Before you go, can I have my sock back?”
He turned around with a slight shock on his face.
“I guess you have a right to be confident. And you really did have nothing else for me to steal.”
He dropped the sock next to your shoes. He grabbed the door handle and began to close it while saying goodbye.
“See you around, Intruder.”
You assumed that this was going to be a countenance thing, and you don’t mind.
i have like 3 wip so you can do this , you can either choose from wip you want or ask for all 3 or just say any and ill pick one
the wip i have
chapter 2 of the life of an Ackerman
seeing eye bird, which is blind denki x tokoyami
puppy love, unrequited childhood friend denki x kirishima
Fanfiction Work-In-Progress Guessing Game
Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in
Update
So I go back to school at the end of the month and so I won't have as much time to write with school and work.
Basically, I'm going to try and finish the matches I have before the end of the month, hopefully, I will get the 15 before then. I will fish them even if I start school so don't worry, it will just take me longer.
After that, I will work on series I have already started, and avoid starting any new ones.
I will be focusing on this series
Possessively in love
The Three kingdoms
The life of Ackerman
Post Surgery Cuddles
Hobie x ftm!reader
Fluff
Thank you for requesting anon, and sorry this took so long as you know tumblr isnt really nice to me rn :)
Y/N spent the day sitting on the couch and being pampered by Hobie, his lovely boyfriend. Just a few days ago, he finally got his top surgery, after many long nights working overtime and saving like a mad man. Hobie, the supportive boyfriend that he is, also occasionally contributed to the funds and Y/N luckily decided not to comment on the not so legally acquired money. Right now Hobie is in the kitchen preparing a neal for both of them, the surgery was draining for both of them. He was worried that soemthign might go wrong during it, but luckily Y/N came out drowsy and disoriented .
"They took my boobs" will forever be ingrained in Hobie's mind, and nothing will stop him at reminding his boyfriend of the many, many embarassing things he said while doped up on pain medication.
Y/N couldn't wish for a better partner in life, Hobie always prioritized him, he even "neglected" his Spider-man duties for him. The pre-surgery anxiety really hit him hard and he is so thankful that Hobie stayed with him all the time. Late night movies that turned into a cuddle session, home-cooked meals that turned into an eating contest, it didn't matter, Hobie was always there to take his mind off of any bad thoughts.
While this was great for Y/N you needed all the support and kind words Hobie offered his absence in a certain HQ caused some troubles. Especially for Miguel. But let's be honest, Hobie wouldn't care what Miguel thinks of him, his boyfriend needed him and that was all he could think about. Although he did forget to mention his leave to a certain group of spider-teens, who decided to take matters into their own hands.
Miles, Gwen and Pavitr all came to Hobie's dimension and started to look for him at their usual meet-up spots, but unfortunately they couldn't find him anywhere. As they ran out of places to look, Pav suggested tracking his watch, Miles was hesitant at first but he didn't have a better idea and they wanted to make sure that Hobie was actually alright. When they pinned down his location and arrived they weren't expecting to look through an apartment window at a romantic Hobie spoon feeding who was presumably his partner.
Sensing some eyes on them, both Hobie and Y/N turned to look out the window and saw 3 pairs of eyes looking back at them. Not wanting to force them to stick on the wall outside, Hobie opened the window for the teens to crawl inside. They stood there, embarrassed for being caught, but also glad that Hobie was still alive and well, the uncomfortable silence growing larger by the second as Hobie just sat down next to his partner again, a smug look on his face.
"Sooo.... uh, we didn't mean to..to interrupt you two, " Miles said awkwardly, removing his mask. "We were just worried since you didn't show up... for quite some time, 0" Gwen chimed in, all the while Pavitr used the time to admire the appartement and talk about how great it was decorated.
"Sorry, but my boyfriend here needed mew and thinking that my sudden absence would also piss of Miguel I killed two birds with one stone. Although I did seem to forget to tell you lads. "
Realizing that Hobie was alright while also hinting for them to leave so he could spend some quality time with his boyfriend, the teens left. Through the window.
Finally getting the peace and quiet back into the apartment, Hobie began to tell Y/N some stories about the gangs adventures while feeding Y/N, who still persisted that he didn't need that much help. The rest of the day was spent with his and cuddles and the occasional pill when the pain from the surgery intensified.
Again I'm sorry this took me so long to finish, i hope you like it.
Post Surgery Cuddles
Hobie x ftm!reader
Fluff
Thank you for requesting anon, and sorry this took so long as you know tumblr isnt really nice to me rn :)
Y/N spent the day sitting on the couch and being pampered by Hobie, his lovely boyfriend. Just a few days ago, he finally got his top surgery, after many long nights working overtime and saving like a mad man. Hobie, the supportive boyfriend that he is, also occasionally contributed to the funds and Y/N luckily decided not to comment on the not so legally acquired money. Right now Hobie is in the kitchen preparing a neal for both of them, the surgery was draining for both of them. He was worried that soemthign might go wrong during it, but luckily Y/N came out drowsy and disoriented .
"They took my boobs" will forever be ingrained in Hobie's mind, and nothing will stop him at reminding his boyfriend of the many, many embarassing things he said while doped up on pain medication.
Y/N couldn't wish for a better partner in life, Hobie always prioritized him, he even "neglected" his Spider-man duties for him. The pre-surgery anxiety really hit him hard and he is so thankful that Hobie stayed with him all the time. Late night movies that turned into a cuddle session, home-cooked meals that turned into an eating contest, it didn't matter, Hobie was always there to take his mind off of any bad thoughts.
While this was great for Y/N you needed all the support and kind words Hobie offered his absence in a certain HQ caused some troubles. Especially for Miguel. But let's be honest, Hobie wouldn't care what Miguel thinks of him, his boyfriend needed him and that was all he could think about. Although he did forget to mention his leave to a certain group of spider-teens, who decided to take matters into their own hands.
Miles, Gwen and Pavitr all came to Hobie's dimension and started to look for him at their usual meet-up spots, but unfortunately they couldn't find him anywhere. As they ran out of places to look, Pav suggested tracking his watch, Miles was hesitant at first but he didn't have a better idea and they wanted to make sure that Hobie was actually alright. When they pinned down his location and arrived they weren't expecting to look through an apartment window at a romantic Hobie spoon feeding who was presumably his partner.
Sensing some eyes on them, both Hobie and Y/N turned to look out the window and saw 3 pairs of eyes looking back at them. Not wanting to force them to stick on the wall outside, Hobie opened the window for the teens to crawl inside. They stood there, embarrassed for being caught, but also glad that Hobie was still alive and well, the uncomfortable silence growing larger by the second as Hobie just sat down next to his partner again, a smug look on his face.
"Sooo.... uh, we didn't mean to..to interrupt you two, " Miles said awkwardly, removing his mask. "We were just worried since you didn't show up... for quite some time, 0" Gwen chimed in, all the while Pavitr used the time to admire the appartement and talk about how great it was decorated.
"Sorry, but my boyfriend here needed mew and thinking that my sudden absence would also piss of Miguel I killed two birds with one stone. Although I did seem to forget to tell you lads. "
Realizing that Hobie was alright while also hinting for them to leave so he could spend some quality time with his boyfriend, the teens left. Through the window.
Finally getting the peace and quiet back into the apartment, Hobie began to tell Y/N some stories about the gangs adventures while feeding Y/N, who still persisted that he didn't need that much help. The rest of the day was spent with his and cuddles and the occasional pill when the pain from the surgery intensified.
Again I'm sorry this took me so long to finish, i hope you like it.
[dni minors, dni blogs that have no 18+ age listed in their bio] astarion x trans man! reader/tav /// smut, dysphoria comfort, reader's chest is un-described and untouched, reader has a vulva, soft dom top astarion, bottom reader
whenever there's a day when you feel off, wrong, you're hyper aware of your body and how it doesn't feel right to you, he'll notice. perhaps not at first, but the way your posture is different, the way you reject and shy away from his touch, don't flush or scowl at his flirting.
it's late when he decides he has to ask you what's wrong, him not being used to having others to care about, to worry for.
"have i done something wrong?" his voice is quiet and yet it startles you from your thoughts.
"no? no, of course no," guilt festers in you. "i'm sorry."
"there's no need to apologise, darling. as i've been told by someone quite dear to me, there's nothing wrong with not wanting to be touched."
"it's not that. i do, i," you breathe. "i want you to touch me quite badly."
"then i don't understand."
his fingers twitch, wanting to reach for you as your eyes flicker to the mirror across the room.
"when you look at me... what do you see? that is, i mean... you could have anyone you wanted, and i know what you'll say to that. and i believe you. that you want me. i just, sometimes it's hard thinking about the men you've been with, hells just men in general, and then... how they compare to... me. because sometimes, sometimes it's hard to see myself as... as..."
you trail off, aware of your shaking breath, aware of the wetness on your eyelashes, aware that you want to bury yourself against him but find yourself scared.
just as you start to wonder if you've ruined something, his hands hover by your face, not touching, waiting. and so you nod, and his he cups his palms against your cheeks, tilting your head to look at him.
"my sweet boy."
those words and his voice make everything the smallest bit better, you hold back a sob and place your head into the crook of his neck. him calling you a boy both soothing and comforting, but also always slightly arouses you.
"you know i love you? exactly as you are, because of who you are."
"i know."
he raises one of your hands to his lips and kisses it.
"would you let me show you?"
he's not used to being so careful with someone else, not that he hasn't been gentle before but it's never been out of his own desire to cherish the person he's with. but perhaps he can understand, in his own way, feeling disconnected to your own body.
"you're such a handsome man, such a pretty boy. and aren't i ever so lucky. when i was a child i would fantasize about some dashing prince, but i could have never imagined i'd find one like you. you're far lovelier than any dream. you're real. and for some unknown reason managed to see something good in me. you're the most incredible person i've ever met, and i'm going to help you see that."
your shirt stays on if you wish it, as much as he loves every inch of your body, and will continue to regardless of if it stays as it is, or if parts of it change. but he wants you to be comfortable.
he kisses you, trailing down from your lips to your neck, never meaning to get carried away there but always does. you find it hard to mind though as he kisses, teeth nipping but not drinking, leaving faint little marks. he likes leaving marks on you, a reminder that you're here, that you're proud to be with him.
his hands slide down your sides, over your stomach, they pull at the laces of your trousers, sliding them off you legs, leaving your bottom half bare, waiting for his attention.
you flush as he maintains eye contact with you as he slides a hand under your ankle, then down your leg as his mouth moves with it, kissing you calf, next to your knee, up your thigh. and if there's more to grab there, he reveals in it, adoring any curves, your softness. he pauses when he reaches the top of your thigh and chuckles, smirks to himself
"such a sensitive boy, i haven't even touched you anywhere intimate yet and look," you gasped as he glides a couple of fingers between your folds and then holds them up. "already wet for me."
he slides his fingers back against you, teasing around you before thrusting in, curling them upwards as he lowers his head.
"we get be neglecting your cock can we darling? it's straining so hard. and just because it looks different than mine, doesn't make it less of a cock, does it?"
he stays blinking up at you until he realise he wants an answer and you shake your head no.
"good boy, that's right," he purrs and you want to feel condescended, but you just whine, flushing hot, wanting to be good for him, wanting to be his good boy, wanting him to call you that again. "and what shall we do with your pretty cock? shall i suck you off?"
you nod your head, eyes pleading with him and he laughs, not to make fun of you, but because your neediness, your eagerness for him endears him.
"very well then," his lips close around your cock, sucking and suctioning while his fingers continue to stroke inside you, your hands slip into his hair and tug accidentally and he moans around you.
"cheeky boy," he pulls back. "do you wish to come like this or..."
"fuck me," you say, and then. "please? please, astarion, i need you."
astarion always flushes when you tell him you need him. he slides up your body, "i suppose i shouldn't tease, you've been deprived of my touch all week, my poor boy thinking he didn't deserve this. don't worry, i'll fuck you like need."
his cock slips between you, holding you close, kissing your neck, hands stroking your waist as he pushes inside of you,
"that's it, such a good boy. always taking me so well," he loses control of his voice as he fucks you, murmuring praises as his hips snap against you, letting you tug him up to kiss you, pressing one of your hands down into the pillow so he can hold it.
he tells you that you're a good as you both come, he tells you that you're a good boy as you twitch, oversensitive, as he cleans you off, and he tells you that you're a good boy as you drift off in his arms.
𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆!
🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩 dating two vigilante’s is already a mouthful, so much so, you’re not too shocked when you and jason give dick a little treat during his patrol ~♡
⋆˚࿔ FEATURING . . 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ JASON TODD & DICK GRAYSON X MALE! READER
° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . cw — ftm!reader, open relationship [dick grayson], cuckholding, phone sex, facetime, masterbation, some degradation, cumshot, jason is a hoe and dick is a shameless cuck.
[・:。author’s note ! 「 ✉️ 」・𓂃 ࣪˖ went off the rails with this one ngl, was kicking my feet the whole time too (*ﾉωﾉ) if willing, i’ll make a pt 2 for yall <3
still nothing yet.
dick grayson sat on the edge of the Wayne Industries building, gazing upon Gothem from an eagle’s eye. seemed like the criminals he usually decends upon decided to take it easy tonight, barely making a peep besides the typical bar fights and runaway children rebelling against their parents.
but it didn’t bother him much, after all, his patrol was nearly over with bruce and cass already out ‘n about the streets. dick will finally go home, to you and his stubborn brother jason fuckin’ todd.
none of you had any clue how the things went so off the rails, starting when you suggested to your boyfriend that you wanted to try and open the relationship. dick, while hesitant at first, decided to give it a go. surprisingly, it went pretty smooth. dick went off seeing other people just like you were, yet always coming home to each other just like before.
until, someone decided to take his golden opportunity.
it wasn’t a secret that jason had the hots for you, always taking the chances to talk to you while dick couldn’t grab his attention for shit as the vigilante was too lost in his conversation with you. “dick’s a lucky one alright..” he’d say so shamelessly.
so lucky, jason hops on your ass the moment he got a hint of your open relationship. you didn’t even stop the man and niether did dick, as things quickly escalated between you and the red hood. tonight being no exception.
rinnggg! rinnggg! dick’s phone jingles to you calling to facetime him, he picks up expecting to see your pretty face greeting him. and he did!
“hey prin!—“ “oh..oh fuck!”
there you were, on your back with cum already splattered all over your stomach, you’re whole body rocking up whatever soft surface you laid on from the unseen stranger’s cock pistoning in and out of your soaked cunt.
“sorry big bro, couldn’t wait another—shit!—second for ya..”
jason’s voice rasped into the speaker, drowning out your moans. dick stared, jaw agape and pants tighter then he remembered. despite listening to your hookups, he never actually watched you get your back blown out by another man. a high pitched whine snapped him back into reality, now you’re staring right at the camara with teary eyes and swollen, wet lips.
“nghh..dick..p-pwease come home! need you to..”
another harsh snap of jason’s hips knocked a moan out of you, as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and forced your face back towards the camara. towards dick. “need him to what? c’mon [name], sing it for dickie!”
he mocked as dick already shuffled his way into the staircase, frantically fishing his leaking cock out as you clenched around jay’s girth.
“fuckkk..jason you son of a—“ dick hissed, fucking his fist to the sight of your squirming in orgasm. your knees threatening to snap together, your face flushed in embarrassment yet arousal and those syrupy, pathetic eyes staring back at his. a sight straight out of some fucked up porn for a guy with a cucking fetish.
“woah there! look at that dick..i think you’re little boyfriend’s into this, right? you brazen little minx?!”
jason’s breathy laugh of amusement harmonized with your hiccups and sobs as you creamed all over the red hood’s cock, his girth wet and coated in white as he slowed his thrusts down. dick, turned on yet aggravated that another man made you cum, threw his head back against the wall as he reached his own orgasm.
“[name], baby..look at me, please, look at me while i cum..! shit!”
dick let out a broken groan as ropes of white landed on his phone screen and onto the floor, yet he still was hard as a fucking rock. what didn’t help was that when he looked back at the facetime, you were already on all fours, ass up with your leaking pussy ready to be fucked once again.
“you might wanna hurry up, or i’ll fuck him raw again.”
jason chuckled as dick sprinted through the dark sky, already around the corner to get some well deserved payback. see who’s laughing still once you’re stuffed full of your man’s cock with the paramour watching.
© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.
𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐅 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑!
🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩 jason meets a single father, desperate for a chance at love again. little did you know, you’re right up his alley! ~
⋆˚࿔ FEATURING . . 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ JASON TODD X MALE! READER
° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . cw — ftm!reader, dilf!reader, red hood! jason in mind, age gap [reader is in his 30s while jason is 23] mentions of divorce, sexting, doggy style, implied size differences, breeding, jason wants to knock you up so bad omfg
[・:。author’s note ! 「 ✉️ 」・𓂃 ࣪˖ this was lowkey a little self indulgent but can you blame me? no. now shush and enjoy <3
ᥫ᭡. — jason todd never really cared about his dating life, and really why should he? getting blown up, resurrected and busting some heads open keeps a man busy! if he’s not dealing with black mask’s goons or the bat himself, you can find him in the nearest diner enjoying his own company. that is of course..until he laid eyes on you.
ᥫ᭡. — alone and pretty, you sat at the bar stood a couple feet away from him. staring down at the empty pit of your dark coffee, you’re heart heavy and tears threatening to spill out. jason, while having a hard outer, still had a little heart to scotch over and struck up small talk with you. after all, he did say it himself that he is a good listener! after some innocent chatter, you finally allowed the friendly face to fall and began to vent to the stranger. you’re recent yet messy divorce from your ex-husband, the juvenile drama he brought, the exhausting routine of juggling work with your daughter—wait. you had a daughter?! jason eyes widened, finally allowing himself the realization. you were one hell of a dilf! <3
ᥫ᭡. — despite being nearly a decade apart in age, you looked so damn good. tired eyes peering upwards at him with that adorable, gentle smile. fuck, you were so small compared to him. he could’ve easily picked you up and threw you over his huge shoulders and just take you away, back to his place. his bed. he couldn’t stop the lewd images from flooding his head, you taking his girth in that pretty mouth or face down while he dicked you down doggy style. you’d make the prettiest noises while he breeds your pretty pussy full, only to flip you onto your back and ass fuck you until you ruin the sheets.
ᥫ᭡. — fuck it. he thought to himself as you walked out of the diner happier then before, and with his number too! the next few weeks, every text the vigilante sent you made you feel more in love then your last marriage could’ve gave you. of course, the conversation didn’t stay innocent for long. soon, jason began to open his texts to pictures of you in the sexiest lingerie, you’re legs spread open to show off your needy cunt. strip tease pictures at your workplace’s restrooms in your uniform, and the audios…you’d send him a particularly lewd audio of you fucking yourself with one of your many sex toys you’ve stashed away, moaning jason’s name and begging him to come over and satiate your neglected desires. safe to say, he drove like a madman to your house the next night your daughter is with a sitter.
“o-oh jason! don’t stop please..!”
just like the way he wanted, you face down and ass high up for him to fuck your cunt stupid while you moaned like a bitch in heat. your cute cheeks were littered with his giant handprints from his harsh spankings. you were fuckin’ perfect.
“mm keep talking baby, takin’ me so well like a good little boy yeah?”
jason knew the comedic irony of calling you, an older man, a little boy. yet the name made you clench around his girth with a sigh of pleasure leaking through your drooling lips. you loved that name, a lot. something that snapped the rope of control in two, unleashing an insatiable nature that only existed in his disgusting fantasies.
jason pulled out, grabbing you by your upper body before practically manhandling you onto your back. before you could even make a noise, the young man pressed his whole weight against yours and sunk his cock into you until he was already balls deep. taking it from behind was a challenge in itself, yet he outdid himself once again as a strained moan tore itself out of your throat.
“shhh..” jason’s shushes tickled your ear, drowning out your shakey whines. “relax baby, can’t fuck a baby in you if your squirmin’ like that.”
oh..oh shit. it was enough to have you clench around his girth as he snapped his hips against yours with an unforgiving pace. a pace that spoke more then whatever came out of his mouth. nothing but promises of another baby, a sibling for your little girl from a man you met in a diner not long ago.
“just like that! like that ja..son! oh god!”
nails raked against the bare skin of his back as your felt that familiar yet distant feeling of your orgasm inching closer and closer, eyes rolled to your brain as jason kept spewing out profanities and coos of faux sympathy.
“shiiit, can’t believe you’re husband left you baby. i would’ve knocked you up every chance i got, treat you like a damn prince..”
he was right, you’re husband never gave you sex this good nor did he spoke such words that went straight into your cunt. every praise, every groan and grunt jason let out pushed you closer and closer..until you finally snapped.
“j-ja-SON! MMM FUCK!”
you gushed all over the vigilante’s cock as he painted your pussy white, breeding you until you couldn’t hold another drop in. the pleasure could’ve damn well nearly killed you as you laid there near unconscious and panting like a dog. jason, however, was only getting started.
“don’t think i’m done with you yet boy..it ain’t over till you’re kid has a sibling.”
© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.
real
how come in literally every single ftm reader smut i see literally anywhere, the reader is always a submissive bottom.
like damn what if i just wanted to sit on a character’s face then plow them with the 9 incher i got from amazon
THIS IS MORE THAN GOOD! I LOVED IT!!
I love you
Summary:What'd he say?
Type:Scenario:Angst:Miles X Ftm!Reader
Version:Itsv
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"I love you"
You stopped. They those words sounded so foreign to you it took a second to process.
"....what?"
You turned and looked at Miles, he seemed hesitant but repeated what he said either way.
"I love you"
"No you don't"
Miles froze as you said that, and you didn't even realize you said it until he strinked back into his chair. It was so natural for you to say those words, you didn't think about it.
"...yeah I do"
You stared at him and chuckled, running a hand through your hair as you walked over to him.
"That's funny, good night Miles"
You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead before leaving and going home, his words still echoing through your mind. His words haunted you that night. It was hard to believe him. Yeah, you guys were dating, but he didn't love you. It is still shocked that you two are dating, especially since you were trans. Usually, when people hear your trans they give you a dirty or disappointed look and dump you or change their minds. But Miles? He stayed, and part of you figured it was only out of pity. All you life people had lied to you, saying they loved you but never truly did. You taught yourself that love isn't something to hope for, and people will lie to get into your pants or just to hurt you. So why would you believe Miles loved you? Miles was heartbroken, his eyes slowly welding with tears. Putting his pencil down, he leaned back in his chair. What did he do wrong? He waited to finally tell you he loves you, only for you to laugh? It hurt him, more than anything. He stayed up thinking, overthinking about what he did wrong, why you denied his love. He cried himself to sleep that night. And so did you. It hurt the both of you dearly, the next day at school, you ignored him. Still needing more time to figure out it all out. Miles wasn't ready for that, the sad look you gave him when he tried to talk to you before you rushed off, or when you didn't go to lunch. And every other time, you brushed him off. Miles didn't know what the problem was, but luckily, it didn't last long. Because the next day, you practically crushed him in a hug, mumbling apologies and soft reassurances. When you pulled away, Miles cupped your face and looked at you with concern on his face.
"Miles! I'm so sorry. I-I just....I couldn't belive you"
You stumbled over your words, leaning into his touch as tears flowed down your face, finally understanding he wasn't just fucking with you, and that he truly loved you.
"I...I love you too, Miles"
Miles smiled brightly and pulled you unti a kiss, filled with passion and love. Oh, how long Miles has wanted to feel your lips against his.
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[A/n:Is this good? I don't know. I hope you enjoyed]
They’re just friends right?..
Fem dni
Warnings. Cheating,(I don’t think there’s any more)
Kirishima x ftm reader
Kirishima was ur Sisters boyfriend, The Rock Head was Head over heels for ur sister But you were head over heels for him
One particular evening ur sister had to go to a job interview
“Bye m/n, Bye babe! I’ll be back late the interview will take Atleast 4-6 hours just order some take out.” (Sister name) says
And like that ur sister left. Leaving u and Kirishima alone He was a lot touchier then anyone she’s ever brung over whenever u couldn’t reach something instead of grabbing it for u he would grab u by ur waist and pick u up it was very awkward cause he was face first into ur ass..
that’s not even the weirdest thing he’s done one time he pinched ur nipple while ur sister was cooking and then he had the audacity to bite ur neck while she was walking in front of you
But anyways as soon as she left u got changed out of the clothes you wore to bed just as u took of ur shirt Kirishima bursted in
“Hey bro! You know where your sister put the lotion I need it kinda bad..?” He says
“I..I uhm It might be in the..uhm closet?” You stuttered as he inches closer to ur stomach
“You know the closest isn’t in my room right?” You say
Just like that he grabs ur waist and grips ur hip and whispers in your ear
“Your not slick. All those snarky responses and comments weren’t hiding shit and those tight ass shorts u wore had my cum on them- (he jerked off with them while u were sleeping) - so tell me m/n do you want this?” Kiri whispers
“Yes.. I do” you say slightly embarrassed
The hand that was on ur hip slowly moved down to ur cunt where two fingers were slowly inserted and wiggled around soft moans could be heard from the bedroom Kirishima and (sisters name) shared but they weren’t coming from (sisters name) there were coming from you.
“Slow down kir…Kirishima m’close..” you mumble while griping his shirt
Kirishima slowly sped up hitting ur G-spot causing you to cum and squirt on his fingers he slowly removed his fingers and stuck them in his mouth and pulled them out with a *Pop*
“That was fun right M/n ? I knew u were egging me on with those tiny shorts and that large ego” he said while laying you down and leaving to get a washcloth
You hid ur face in the pillow as he wiped you off
“I would fuck u but your sisters on the way back home time passes when ur having fun isn’t that right~” he says
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1st time writing 💌
Tips appreciated
Smile!.
Warnings
Somno noncon n druggin
Male reader
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You never really questioned why ur your boyfriends friends were so weird around u until u checked ur boyfriend’s phone
“A group chat..? Why aren’t I in it..”oh u were.
You clicked the group chat hoping to see a suprise waiting for you since u were in every gc ur boyfriend had but you never expected to see what u saw
Unknowingly u read all the messages there all normal until your eyes land on a specific conversation between [incert] and ur boyfriend talking about some photos..
You’d never expect to click on one and find your boyfriend playing with you in ur sleep..? You backtrack and click another video seeing him fingering your hole while u were drunk.
Video after video was your boyfriend fucking u while u were sleep or unconscious Was he selling these..?
Now that u think about it he’s been spoiling you with gifts and fancy dinners and clothes
*i need to confront him* you think to yourself but your a little tired maybe just one nap will do right..? Just a few minutes or hours of sleep..?
“Didn’t think the drugs would put him out that quick..”
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Small little Drabble 😽
In love rn
Making A Deal (Part 1)
Summary: House doesn't take the news of you wanting to quit your job at the hospital well, and he definitely doesn't take it well when you decide not to tell him why you're leaving.
You don't think it's any of his business, he thinks it is—the argument leads to you making a deal.
Warning(s): use of y/n & l/n (your name & last name), closeted reader, reader presenting as female throughout the fic & being referred to as a woman, House being House & making some comments that may come off as transphobic
Pairing(s): Greg House x ftm! Reader
Something felt off when you were growing up—you don’t remember exactly when you became aware of it. Over time, the feeling grew and grew, but you ignored it, and pushed it away.
Instead of the feeling, you focused all your time and energy on other things—grades, homework, friends, and your future.
It grew and grew, almost as if it were inside you. You went to school, and sometimes it got increasingly difficult to get up and put on a fake smile, but it all felt worth it because you were going to help people. And sometimes you grimaced when professors referred to you as “miss l/n”, but it all felt worth it because eventually, they would have to refer to you as “doctor”. And it felt jarring and uncomfortable to wear the blouses, and the heels, and the skirts, but you knew that one day you would be wearing a white coat and scrubs, and you wouldn’t be required to dress like that every day.
You mistook the feeling for a lot of things—being misunderstood, lonely, ambitious, depressed. Perhaps those came with the feeling, but you thought at one point it would stop. You thought that at one point: it’s got to stop.
And even when you realized what it truly was—your discomfort with living and presenting as female—you were damn good at hiding it, and you were a damn good doctor.
You were always able to spot what was wrong with a patient, but more importantly, you could tell when they were lying, or not telling you everything about a situation. You knew how to approach patients to make them more comfortable about sharing information with you—or at least you did most of the time.
This is what allowed you to succeed when you started working with House—you went from being bossed around because he thought you couldn’t do anything, to being bossed around because he thought you could get the patient to open up to you more than him.
You knew you would miss it, but you also knew you had to make a better life for yourself—which is why you decided to quit.
Today marked the start of your last week—you had exactly 7 more days to go. That didn’t mean you didn’t have any paperwork, though, and that’s exactly what you were working on when you heard what sounded like someone was hitting your office door with a stick.
Without waiting for a reply, House walked in, explaining why it sounded like something was hitting the door. He was probably lucky it was wood.
“Why is Cuddy under the impression that you are leaving?”
“Probably because I am.” You said, looking back at your work.
“And you weren’t planning on telling me?”
“Why would I?”
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because we work together, so you should tell me things.”
You glanced up at him, your brow raised.
“Why are you leaving?”
“Did Cuddy not tell you?”
“She told me you had ‘other life opportunities’.”
“You say that like you don’t believe it.”
He snorted. “Yeah, that’s because it’s a lie and not a very good one either.”
You tilted your head. “You think it’s a lie?”
“Please, I know it’s a lie. You wouldn’t just quit for some impromptu opportunity, something is wrong.”
“Nothing is wrong.”
“So you’re leaving me to deal with Foreman, Chase, and Wilson alone over nothing?”
“Sure.” You said, looking back at your laptop.
House walked over to you and slammed your computer shut.
“What are you doing?” You shouted.
He picked up the laptop and hobbled to the other side of the room where he set it down.
“Give it back.” You ordered, getting up, and walking after him. He turned around quickly and blocked you with his cane.
“You’re not quitting.” He said.
“Why do you care?”
“Who said I care? I’m just trying to keep one good doctor in the ring.”
“Well, clearly you talked to Cuddy, so you know the notice is already in, and this is my last week.”
“Redact it.”
“Why should I?”
“Because I’m going to find out anyway.”
Your heart pounded at the idea of him ever finding out, but you simply shook your head.
“You think I won’t?”
You thought about it, before answering “Not any time soon.”
“That sounded like a challenge.”
“It wasn’t.” You stated.
“Let’s make a deal.”
You raised your brow. “A deal.”
“Yes, a deal. If I find out why you’re leaving before the end of the week, you have to stay. If I don’t, then you can leave.”
You thought about it for a moment. “If you can’t figure it out, you don’t get to bother me about it again.”
He paused for a moment. “If I can, you have to do what I say for a day.”
You held back a scoff—it felt like you did that anyway—if he did figure it out, it wouldn’t be any different from the previous times. “Deal.” You said, holding out your hand for him to shake.
He briefly took your hand, and said “deal,” before leaving the room.
As the week went on, House had several theories written on the whiteboard and didn't take any cases—meaning you ended up doing them for him and took Wilson, Foreman, and Chase with you. Sometimes one of them would go in, and report that he was snappy (as usual) and that he insisted you were hiding something.
By your last day, House hadn’t come to you with any accusations, so you weren’t surprised when you heard a similar thwack against wood before your door was opened.
“I figured it out,” House said gruffly, closing the door behind him.
“Did you?”
“You’re trans.”
Your heart raced. “What?”
“Your chest is flat. I thought I was just seeing things, but then I saw a picture of you from last year. Your chest is flat now, you didn’t think anyone would care or notice, because you put in your two weeks' notice, and you thought ‘What the hell, I’m leaving in a few days, no point in wearing a stuffed bra to work every day’.
“Your closet contains mostly feminine clothing—overly feminine, in fact—I’m guessing because your parents never let you wear girly clothes as a child. I noticed your bathroom doesn’t have any hygienic products because you don’t need them, and you don’t use the washrooms here because you’re afraid of someone figuring out you were born a man.”
You looked at him, shocked. You could feel his air of pride, but you could also feel your heartbeat starting to slow.
He thinks you’re a transwoman…not a transman…
“No.”
“What?”
You shook your head. “Nope.”
“I’m not wrong, drop the gig, l/n.”
“I didn’t have menstrual products because I ran out and hadn’t got any left. We barely get breaks long enough to use the washroom. You’ve never seen me in anything except for my work clothes and a dress a few times, so how do you know how I usually dress? As for my chest…”
He looked at you expectantly, despite you shooting daggers.
“No one asked you to look.”
“I’m just being observant.”
You rolled your eyes. You had only recently started binding—and while it felt so much better, you assumed no one noticed. He started reaching for your chest, but you swatted his hand away.
“You only did that because you knew it would prove my point.” He growled.
“You’re wrong, House. I was born female.”
“Well it isn’t a chronic or terminal illness, not mental illness, your family doesn’t require your immediate attention, you have no friends or boyfriends trying to get you to move away with them, you don’t have any stalkers, and no one here has been harassing you.”
“You’re harassing me right now.”
“But you’re not leaving because of me.”
“Right.”
He narrowed his eyes. “What are you hiding?”
You looked up at the clock, it was nearing the end of your shift, anyway, and you were already done with everything.
“You’re not completely wrong.”
“What does that mean? Either I’m wrong or I’m right, and I’ll give you a hint—I am rarely wrong.”
You picked up the box. “Fine. You’re right, I was born a woman, and I hate it.” You said, quickly walking out.
Whatever comment he had for you, you didn’t want to hear it—people like him were exactly why you were leaving. Nevertheless, you heard his footsteps, and cane tapping after you. From the sound of it, you could tell he was struggling to keep up with you in a way that did not elicit pain.
Previously heading towards the elevator, you changed your route towards the stairs, and quickly made your way down. You practically flew down the last flight of stairs, causing you to nearly run into House who was standing in the doorway right at the bottom.
You sighed. “What do you want?”
“You didn’t honestly think it would be that easy, did you?” He asked, limping towards you. You backed up—back onto the stairs. House leaned up against one of the rails with a grunt, taking pressure off his leg.
You rolled your eyes and started walking back out, but he held out his cane to keep you from leaving.
“Why don’t you just let me go?”
“Because that doesn’t sound like a very good reason to leave.”
“What doesn’t?”
“Being transgender. Besides, I was right—so you aren’t allowed to leave.”
“You weren’t right, you thought I was a transwoman.”
He made a face. “I’m sorry, what’s the difference again.” You could tell he wasn’t being genuine, or probably wasn’t, but you answered anyway.
“Hmm. But I did say you were trans, right.”
“Right, but—”
“And you are, yes? Or did I misunderstand?”
“I am, but—”
“Then I was right. Now you have to go back upstairs, put your dinky decorations back on your desk, and be here early tomorrow morning with my coffee.” He said, directing his cane so that you would be forced to back up even more.
Thinking fast, you decided to come up with another compromise.
“No.”
“No? Did we not make a deal?”
“We did, but you were only partially right, therefore you were partially wrong, so we should split the deal.”
“Split the deal?” He scoffed like it was the most absurd thing he’d ever heard.
“Yes, split the deal. I'm leaving, but I’ll do whatever you say for a night.”
“Any night?”
“Saturday.”
He feigned surprise, “are you asking me on a date?”
“I—” you paused when you realized what he had done.
“I am flattered. I don’t usually date men, but if you insist, I will—it’s not like I’m doing anything better on Saturday night anyway. I’ll pick you up at 8.” He said, walking away.
GHOST AS A BF - headcannons
Gods, I’m so sorry if this is bad! I haven’t written in this kind of headcannon style before ^^;
I’m so hyper fixated on MW2 i played it recently and I can’t stop thinking abt the men
Warnings: reader is male!
BF ghost! Who immediately checks up on you after he gets back to you. The first thing you hear when he comes back is “how has my sweet boy been?”
Ghost is TENDER, have you seen what this man had been through?? He would never dream of hurting his lover or seeing him hurt, so he definitely will go to ridiculous lengths to protect you
If you’re also a soldier he’ll make sure he’s by your side of missions, he is glued to your side always.
Morning cuddles, night cuddles.. dude is climbed to you when he gets the chance.
The first time you saw his face it was a week after the two of you got together. He didn’t make a big deal of it either he just pulled his mask off and continued on with his day.
He’s not the biggest fan of pda, the most he’ll do in public is hold on your hand or have an arm over your shoulder.
He does stand behind you though in public settings, he’s your shadow.
He also cracks lewd jokes occasionally. Think the jokes with soap but dirty.
I’m so sorry that this is unorganized and shit, first post here so kinda nervous :,)
GHOST AS A BF - headcannons
Gods, I’m so sorry if this is bad! I haven’t written in this kind of headcannon style before ^^;
I’m so hyper fixated on MW2 i played it recently and I can’t stop thinking abt the men
Warnings: reader is male!
BF ghost! Who immediately checks up on you after he gets back to you. The first thing you hear when he comes back is “how has my sweet boy been?”
Ghost is TENDER, have you seen what this man had been through?? He would never dream of hurting his lover or seeing him hurt, so he definitely will go to ridiculous lengths to protect you
If you’re also a soldier he’ll make sure he’s by your side of missions, he is glued to your side always.
Morning cuddles, night cuddles.. dude is climbed to you when he gets the chance.
The first time you saw his face it was a week after the two of you got together. He didn’t make a big deal of it either he just pulled his mask off and continued on with his day.
He’s not the biggest fan of pda, the most he’ll do in public is hold on your hand or have an arm over your shoulder.
He does stand behind you though in public settings, he’s your shadow.
He also cracks lewd jokes occasionally. Think the jokes with soap but dirty.
I’m so sorry that this is unorganized and shit, first post here so kinda nervous :,)
Feel free to drop some requests in my ask box! I write for mw2, avatar the last airbender, httyd, stranger things and spiderverse:)
intro post!!
making one of these cause i’m getting more and more followers (aaaa!! 😵💫😵💫)
my name is sye, i am 22 years old, im bi (but i prefer guys), ftm pre-everything (hoping to start t soon 🤞), and i have a boyfriend who i love very much
i post about mostly nsfw topics but i also occasionally post written smut for different fandoms and sometimes vent posts because mental health is icky
click the keep reading to see k1nk list and DNI
DNI IF:
-under 18
-fem aligned
-racist
-sexist
-transphobic/homophobic
-into detrans/forced feminization
-r@pe/inc3st kinks
-pro an@
-glorify sh
K!NK LIST:
all of these are giving and receiving :3
-bl00d
-kn!fe/gUn play
-sadomasochism
-top/bottom
-dom/sub
-pet play (to a certain extent)
-int0x (w33d)
-dumbification
-monsterf$cking
-somno
-facef$cking
-fingers 🤤
-praise/degredation
-dp
-an4l
-free use
i am taking requests for smuts and other fics, but i do not write about real people or minor characters
i am in a relationship!! i do not want anyone hitting on me in my dm’s!! dm’s are open to anyone who wants to talks or be moots, but any sexual or romantic remarks and you will be blocked :3
i am more than happy to take compliments when it comes to my blog or discuss the content i post or answer questions abt my sex life (cause it’s fun). but i will not engage in any conversation that is even remotely related to sexting or roleplay. that is not my blog, you can find that somewhere else.