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Snail’s Fic Rec List

Masterlist Here

Hi everyone! I haven't done one of these before, but I thought I should! I love these fics, and find myself revisiting them often because I adore them.

I add to them as I go

One-Shots:

Roronoa Zoro

Black Tea, With Honey by @bby-deerling.

Themes: mutual pining, a final push to engage, first kisses, soft Zoro

Did I Miss It? by @writingmysanity.

Themes: birthday, drinking, fluffy, soft Zoro

Not A Chance by @willowbelle.

Themes: NSFW, jealousy, flirting, possessive!Zoro x afab!reader.

Guilded by @eelnoise.

Themes: NSFW, drinking, smug!Zoro x afab!reader

Blackleg Sanji

Parted Lips by @turtletaubwrites.

Themes: eating disorder, soft Sanji, understanding Sanji, sweet domesticity.

Confidence by @gingernut1314.

Themes: NSFW, age gap (older reader), confident!afab!reader, small angst, alcohol use

Koby

Safehouse by @discordantwritings.

Themes: NSFW, subordinate!afab!reader x captain!Koby, unrequited love - requited love, one bed trope.

Dracule Mihawk

Fixing What Ifs by @sordidmusings.

Themes: old friends, friends to lovers, soft Mihawk, kissing, flashbacks.

A Dark and Stormy Night by @thus-spoke-lo.

Themes: suggestive, flirty Mihawk, rain, gothic castle

The Hat Stays On by @sordidmusings.

Themes: NSFW, desperate!Mihawk x afab!reader, pure smut

Let Go and Grip Me Tighter by @sordidmusings.

Themes: NSFW, Mihawk’s strength, sub!afab!reader, Dom!Mihawk

Buggy

Switching up Roles: part 1 & part 2 by @sordidmusings.

Themes: NSFW, sub!Buggy x Dom!afab!reader, relief, comfort

Donquixote Rosinante

The Things That Go Unheard by @indydonuts.

Themes: white day, Valentine's Day, mutual pining, date day

Masochism Tango by @cinnbar-bun.

Benn Beckman

Themes: NSFW, afab!reader, the love of corazon, intensity.

More Than Enough by @standfucker

Themes: NSFW, soft-dom!Corazon x afab!reader, established relationship

Two Days by @jintaka-hane.

Themes: existing relationship, longing, kissing, flashbacks, suggestive themes, pretty.

Unspoken Affections by @icy-spicy.

Themes: idiots in love, refusing to label it, mutual pining.

Together by @cinnbar-bun.

Themes: dad!Beckman x mom!reader, they're parents to the Red-Hair crew, pure fluff, pining, longing.

Distractions by @discordantwritings.

Themes: NSFW, mutual pining, flirting, kissing, afab!reader

Give (in) & Take (me) by @sordidmusings.

Series:

Themes: NSFW, flirting, drinking, pining, longing, Dom!Beckman X brat!afab!reader

Multiples x reader:

Rotation by @standfucker

Themes: NSFW afab!reader, Eustass Kid, Massacre Soldier Killer, Heat, Wire, drug use, acts of revenge, slaughter, brutality, flirtatious dialogue

Songbird by @gingernut1314.

Themes: buggy x f!reader, enemies to lovers, strawhat!reader, singer!reader, NSFW.

The Heartless Giant by @cinnbar-bun.

Themes: Sir Crocodile x gn!reader, prisoner!crocodile x royal!reader, villain!crocodile, storyteller au

The Luck Child by @gingernut1314.

Themes: Buggy x f!reader, storyteller au, fairytale au, buggy is lucky, fantasy themes.

We’ve All Got Needs by @turtletaubwrites.

Themes: Zoro x afab!reader x Sanji x Robin, NSFW, strawhat!afab!reader.

Pain Management by @thus-spoke-lo

Themes: doctor!Law x afab!reader, medical impairment, semi-malpractice, NSFW

Masterlist Recommendations

Bby-deerling

WillowBelle

DiscordantWritings

EelNoise

Gingernut1314

Thus-spoke-lo

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fanfictilltheend · 27 days

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As promised (since I'm late sorry 😭) Snippet 5 of ❤️‍🔥Violent Heart❤️‍🔥 aka stepdad!mechanic!convict!joel x afab!reader fic

I SWEAR I WROTE THIS BEFORE HE WORE THIS OUTFIT ON GOD I LITERALLY SPOKE IT INTO EXISTENCE YOU CAN THANK ME BELOW 👇

Warnings: Nothing crazy just joel admiration and dressing him up 😍

Context: Joel is Y/N's ex step-father. He just got out of prison for killing David and Y/N (age 20) takes Joel shopping for a new wardrobe.

HERE IS A LINK TO A MASTERLIST OF VIolent Heart STUFF TO TIDE YOU OVER

You take Joel shopping. At his insistence it is nothing fancy, just the local department store. That doesn’t stop you from dressing Joel up in ridiculous outfits of your choosing. You make him try on a hawaiian shirt, some golf polos like your dad liked to wear, a pinstripe suit and he lets you because saying no to you has never been in his vocabulary. He acts grumpy on the outside, but you can tell he is amused. You know in the end you’ll just end up buying every flannel shirt and jeans combo they have in the store, but it’s just fun anyway. You watch the fabric hug his torso, his tummy, the slight bulge at his waist. At one point he comes out shirtless and you try very hard not to swoon as you stare at the hair lining his chest and his adorable little tummy that you for some reason have the urge to bite. The band of his Hanes boxers sticks up past his jeans and he looks so good. He even lets out a genuine smile. The middle-aged sales attendant who is helping you even takes a good look at him which makes the butterflies inside you swarm possessively.

Finally you make him try on a proper white-collared button-down shirt and black dress pants with matching black shoes and he looks so good you’re actually at a loss for words when he asks you what you think. They hug the curves and lines and planes of his body so nicely. All you can do is ask him to put on a black tie to match and he does at your behest following some customary griping that he would never wear such a monkey suit in the first place. The effect that a fully dressed up Joel has on you is not one to be reckoned with. He might as well be wearing the mens version of lingerie for how it makes you throb and ache between your legs. He looks like a force of nature, commanding and tall. It makes you weak. All you say is,

“Looking good, old-timer.”

He snorts.

HERE IS A LINK TO A MASTERLIST OF VIolent Heart STUFF TO TIDE YOU OVER

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yourdadsbriefs · 1 month

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#briefs #dad briefs #mens briefs #hanes #hanes briefs #hanes underwear #white hanes #brief dad #hanes dad

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twlover7890 · 9 months

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Happy Monday! DM me if you wanna see what’s under these BVDs ;)

#men in tighty whitey #tighty whities #white hanes #ftl briefs #hanes tighty whities #dad briefs

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moopjay · 8 days

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トーキョー・天使の詩 Tokyo Tenshi no Uta translation by yours truly

I listened to this song last not and thought it sounded easy to translate so I did it in like twenty minutes which means it's probably not good. Grain of salt as always. Was fun to do as my friends are making a short film rn so it was cool to see the film terms in Japanese idk. ENJOY!!!

クランクインの声きこえたら kuranku in no koe kikoetara When you can hear them call to start filming 神様たちカメラまわすの kamisamatachi kamera mawasu no The gods turn the cameras ヒロインは誰の手に hiroin wa dare no te ni Who does the heroine belong to? 今夜はあの娘でいきましょう Konya wa ano ko de ikimashou Let’s go with that girl tonight

トーキョー天使 Toukyou tenshi Tokyo angel トーキョー天使の詩 Tokyou tenshi no uta Tokyo angel’s poem トーキョーエンジェル Toukyou enjeru Tokyo angel トーキョー演じて Toukyou enjite Tokyo acting

カットイン空へ Katto in sora e Cut in to the sky カットアウト屋上から Katto auto okujou kara Cut out from the rooftop カットイン飛んで Katto in tonde Cut in, she’s flying カットバック Kattobakku Cutback

さよならママさよならパパ sayonara mama sayonara papa Goodbye mom, goodbye dad 泣いてくれたクラスメイト Naitekureta kurasumeito My classmates are crying 天使になれるかな Tenshi ni nareru kana Can I become an angel? スカートもブラウスもソックスもローファーも Sukaato mo burausu mo sokkusu mo roufaa mo My skirt and my blouse and my socks and my shoes ぜんぶぜんぶ羽根に埋もれて Zembu zembu hane ni umorete Bury everything under my wings

クランクアップ声ひびいても Kuranku appu koe hibiite mo When the sound of the closing clapboard echoes 気まぐれなの神様いつも Kimagure na no kamisama itsumo God is always fickle 今日もあの娘ミスキャスト Kyou mo ano ko misukyasuto The girl was miscast again today あした別の娘さがしましょう Ashita betsu no ko sagashimashou Let’s find another one tomorrow

トーキョー天使 Toukyou tenshi Tokyo angel トーキョー天使の詩 Toukyou tenshi no uta Tokyo angel’s poem トーキョーエンジェル Toukyou enjeru Tokyo angel トーキョー演じるなら Toukyou enjiru nara If you’re acting in Tokyo

ブルーバック空へ Buruu bakku sora e To the bluescreen sky ブルーバックまっさかさま Buruu bakku massakasama Going into the bluescreen head first フェードイン落ちて Feedo in ochite Falling into the fade in フェードアウト Feedo auto Fade out

怒ってるママいつもぶつパパ Okotteru mama itsumo butsu papa Mom is mad, dad always hits me 笑ってくれたクラスメイト warattekureta kurasumeito My classmates laugh at me 悪魔になれるかな Akuma ni nareru kana Will I become a demon? 学校も教室も放課後も思い出も Gakkou mo kyoushitsu mo houkago mo omoide mo My school and my classroom and my time after class and my memories ぜんぶぜんぶ燃やし尽くて Zembu zembu moyashitsukushite Burn them all to ashes

間違ってたごめんなさい Machigatteta gomennasai I was wrong, I’m so sorry さかさまの夕日が Sakasama no yuuhi ga This upside down setting sun ゆっくりゆっくりリボンほどいていくの yukkuri yukkuri ribon hodoiteiku no Slowly undoes my ribbon だけどきっとあなたは泣いてくれない Dakedo kitto anata wa naitekurenai But I know you won’t be crying for me わたしが死んでも Watashi shinde mo Even when I die

#urbangarde #urbangarde lyrics #my translations

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homomenhommes · 29 days

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STORY: At Home

a “choose your own adventure” story written with my followers

Introduction

I am going to write and share a sexy, underwear themed "choose your own adventure" story and I am looking for input from you, my followers. 🩲

Chapter 1

It’s been a long day at work and you are feeling tired as you turn into the driveway of your suburban home. Your car rumbles to a stop in front of the closed garage door. Grabbing your phone from the passenger seat you step out and close the door, pocketing the car key in the snug trousers of your charcoal gray suit. You pause and reach up to loosen your tie and unbutton the top button of your crisp, white shirt before walking up the walk to the front door of the house.

The front door of the house is unlocked, meaning that at least one of your sons is at home, most likely Noah, who finishes his school day at 3:30 or so. Most days he hurries home after school to game online with his friends before heading out to the park before dinner. At 15 years, Noah is the youngest of your three boys, sharing the dark hair and deep brown eyes of his older brothers Luke and Mason.

Noah and your middle son Mason share a bedroom upstairs. Mason is 17 and doesn’t seem to mind sharing the space with his freshman brother. Luke on the other hand is 19 and seems to appreciate being allowed to move into the extra room when he graduated from high school last year. The three of them seem to get along okay with that extra space between them.

You slip off your suit jacket and hold it over your left shoulder as you walk into the kitchen, where you find a note from your wife on the refrigerator door, held in place with a small photo magnet of your three boys. “Girls night tonight. Dinner in the fridge. Have fun!” Opening the fridge you see plates of dinner covered with Saran Wrap ready to be popped into the microwave.

Smiling at her consideration, you close the door and walk over to the doorway at the top of the basement stairs. Computer generated gunfire and explosions echo up to you from below and step slowly down the wooden stairs to find your youngest sprawled on the carpeted floor playing Fortnight on the large screen of the family TV.

Noah likes to get comfortable when he comes home after school and today is no exception. In a household full of boys Noah and his brothers are very comfortable around each other and you, their father. Noah is lying on his belly wearing a dark blue t-shirt, a pair of white Hanes briefs, and a pair of thick gray socks that are gathered around his slim ankles. His olive green NY Yankees cap sits backwards on his head, the soft curls of his dark hair ringing his face gently.

“Hey Dad,” he calls over his shoulder without looking back.

“Hi there kiddo,” you reply. “How was school today?”

“Fine I guess. Mr. Robertson was a dick again, but okay otherwise.”

“Language!” you remind him with a chuckle as you turn and walk back up the stairs. You pause for a moment to take in the sight of his smooth young body, his long, pale legs, and the brilliant white seat of his briefs pulled tightly across his round bottom. He grunts and rolls slightly as he takes a shot in his game, rocking his narrow hips and rubbing the white cotton pouch of his briefs against the carpeted floor of the basement.

“Noah, I’m home!” calls a voice from the top of the stairs.

“We’re down here, Mason,” you respond.

“Hey Mase!” Noah grunts without looking up.

You walk back up the stairs to find Mason in the kitchen reading the note from your wife and checking out dinner in the fridge. Of your three sons he is the one that most resembles you, with the same eyes, nose, jaw line, and overall build. Mason has broad shoulders and thick arms and legs for his age and he stands out on the football field when he plays.

Today he has come straight home from practice without a shower, his dark hair visibly damp with sweat and the pits of his gray t-shirt dark and musty. Mason steps around the kitchen island to reach for a glass from the cupboard over the sink, the red nylon of his mesh shorts pulling tightly across his round glutes, highlighting the sweaty cleft of his buttocks. “Hey Dad,” he says brightly, bending to fill his glass at the sink. You glance down to see the leg straps of his athletic supporter lightly visible around the underside of his bottom. Most of the teens wear compression shorts these days, but you have been able to keep all three of your sons in jockstraps for sports and PE.

“Welcome home, Mason. Good practice today?”

“Yeah, really good. Coach Phillps is tough but really getting us in shape for the season. Can’t wait till the first game!”

“That’s great to hear.” Turning to walk into the living room, you add, “Any word from Luke?”

“I think he’ll be home in a little bit. The drive from State U takes about forty-five minutes and he texted before he left.” As he gulps his water he lifts a thick arm lazily over his head and takes a deep sniff. “Man, I need a shower,” he laughs.

“You sure do,” you agree. He gulps the rest of his water, places the glass in the sink, and walks through the kitchen to the staircase. “See you after, Dad.”

“Okay, son.”

Dropping onto the wide, comfortable couch you pull off your leather loafers with a sigh. Wiggling your toes in your dress socks you pull out your phone again. Sure enough there is a message there from Luke, your oldest:

on my way c u soon

You smile and type:

Drive safe. Love Dad.

You can almost picture him saying “You don’t have to say ‘love dad’, Dad. I know the message is from you.” You chuckle to yourself as you imagine the earnest expression on his wide, freckled face, so serious but still so young. That’s why he is in the pre-law track at State U down the road, making you and your wife very proud. The tallest of your three boys, Luke is the only one with those freckles, which he seems to have taken from her side of the family. He keeps his hair clipped in a high fade and likes to dress like a future lawyer in khakis and button down shirts even on campus. “It’s the only way someone who looks like me gets taken seriously,” he explains.

You stand to go change out of your work clothes, already loosening the second and third buttons of your dress shirt underneath your tie. You could go down the hall to your bedroom to change into your at-home clothes. You could also choose to stay here and wait for Luke to arrive, pop upstairs to check on Mason, or go back down to the basement to see how Noah’s game is going.

Chapter 2

Noah seems content to game alone in the basement and Luke isn’t even home yet, so you decide to wander upstairs to catch up with Mason a bit more. You drop your loafers onto the shoe rack inside the coat closet by the front door, then pad up the staircase in your stocking feet. You can feel the snug seat of your wool trousers pulled tightly across your muscular bottom as you walk up and you smile to imagine the brieflines that must be visible there from your white Jockeys.

Reaching the landing on the second floor of your house to look down the short corridor to the bathroom at the end of the hallway. The door is ajar and light spills out into the darkened corridor. Doors to the left and right lead to Luke’s bedroom and Mason and Noah’s shared room.

As you walk quietly down the hallway towards the bathroom you can see a pile of Mason’s sweaty clothes on the carpeted floor of the hallway just outside the door. Hanging from the doorknob to the bathroom is a very sweaty jockstrap, which glows slightly from the bathroom light falling across the tangle of elastic and cotton.

You can hear the hiss of the shower and the deep sounds of Mason humming to himself as he scrubs himself under the stream of hot water. You smile to yourself, remembering that your middle son always did like to sing in the bathroom even when he was much younger.

You pause as you approach the doorway to look down at the heap of clothing and Mason’s jock. You can hear him in the shower but from this angle you cannot see him. Maybe you could have a quick peek. You hesitate for a moment and wonder what to do next.

Chapter 3

Your right hand is still holding your suit jacket draped over your shoulder, so you reach out with your left hand to lift Mason’s damp jockstrap from the doorknob to the bathroom. You can still hear the sounds of the shower water and your son’s deep, melodic humming as you lift his athletic support to your face for consideration.

This first thing you examine is the wide elastic waistband with the large, square McDavid label at the front over the pouch. Thin red and black stripes run around the entire waistband and looking closer you can see that the waistband is stretched and worn from frequent wear by your 17 year old son. Mason might need new jockstraps after this season and that thought sends a familiar tingle of arousal to your cock, making it stir slightly in the pouch of your Jockey briefs.

Running your fingers along the narrower elastic of the leg straps you feel how they get noticeably damper the closer you get to the spot where they converge at the bottom edge of the stretchy pouch. Your mind drifts back to the first time Mason tried on an athletic supporter and how you had to show him the most basic things: left leg goes through here, right leg goes through there, pull it all up and adjust the straps and pouch. He was so proud of himself as he settled his young genitals into the pouch of that first youth-size jock, squatting and tugging at the bottom edge of the pouch where the legs straps slid between his pale, smooth thighs and around the small swell of his perineum.

Feeling the sweaty dampness there now you imagine these leg straps sliding around Mason’s firm, round bottom and down between his thighs, resting on the thick nut of his taint as he moves and lunges on the field or on the gym. Your cock is thickening quickly in your sweaty tighty whities and you lift your son’s jockstrap closer to your face. The strong, musky smell is overwhelming and a rumbling groan escapes the back of your throat as you spot a few stray pubic hairs in the soft mesh of the pouch. You brush your lips across the stretchy mesh of the pouch, then slowly close them around the moist cloth, savoring the taste of Mason’s sweaty groin.

“Dad?” whispers a voice behind you.

You freeze, then turn slowly to see your oldest son Luke standing on the landing looking at you. He is wearing a navy blue chino shirt tucked into a pair of slim, tan khakis. He is in his stocking feet, having left his shoes downstairs as well.

“What are you doing?”

Your mind races as Luke approaches you. You notice that the sound of Mason’s shower has stopped, so you could step into the bathroom. You could also pick up Mason’s clothes and take them to the laundry basket in the basement. Or you could simply wait to see what Luke has to say.

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fanaticsnail · 15 days

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Just a question have you ever written for Beckman

Yes, and I love him ✋😩✋ Very much a loud and proud member of the Benn Beckman Wives Army. He's a part of my main special interests. If anyone ever wants to Fic Gift Swap with me, he's the main blorbo I request for.

Here are a few I've written prior:

When you had the chance

Serving as first mate to the Buggy-Pirates, it was your job to keep your captain grounded and uplifted. When tempers flared, he decided to confront his childhood rival once and for all - pulling out all the stops to finally lay their feud to rest. One of them would be leaving with their life, the other fallen at their feet. Instead of stifling his fury, you decided to elevate your captain’s wrath: seeking vengeance of your own against the man who once cast you aside after you confessed your feelings for him. Crew against crew, Captain against Captain, First-Mate against First-Mate - will you win, or lie at the mercy of the man you once loved.

Mister Beckman

The first mate of the Red-Hair pirates is attempting to relax and enjoy his evening with you, but is rudely interrupted by Shanks' tinkering and clanging within the Captain's quarters.

Kind and Gentle

Your shoulders and back ached with a pain you had attempted to cast aside as you went about your duties. The ache turned excruciating, your focus now being taken hostage between the gripping pain. Fortunately, the grip of two firm hands found your body and eased you through the torment.

You Shot a Baby (Dialogue)

Benn Beckman shot Eustass Kid's arm off. You are not happy about it.

And here are some that I absolutely recommend if you haven't already checked them out!:

Two Days: @jintaka-hane

Reminiscing about the time Beckman first met you, the Red-Force docks for two days so you both can share some highly anticipated time together.

Unspoken Affections: @icy-spicy

Confessions and disciplinary scolding, you tend to the wounds of your crewmen before turning to clean up the First-Mate.

Together: @cinnbar-bun

As the "mom" and "dad" of the Red-Hair Pirates, you and Beckman have a lot of work on your plates. (Un)Luckily for you two, your crew decides to meddle with your relationship (again).

Distractions: @discordantwritings

As the doctor for the Red Haired Pirates you know there’s only so much you can do to curb their bad habits. But maybe you can help your favorite patient, Benn Beckman, kick his smoking habit with a bit of distraction.

Give (In) and Take (me): @sordidmusings

After a night of drinking, you finally work up the courage to make your move on the first mate. Although he has longed for you from afar, he believes you're too good for him and restrains himself from giving in. Until he doesn't.

The way Benn Beckman lives in my head rent free, at all times. I adore the man.

#one piece #x reader #benn beckman #op benn beckman #benn beckman broodily breasting boobily

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