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sl4sh3rsub · 3 months

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patrick bateman hcs (nsfw: mdni)

patrick bateman x reader (AFAB, AMAB, FtM, MtF)

warnings: overall pretty toxic, homophobic and misogynistic, there's a lot of infidelity/cheating and drug usage/alcohol too. there is also shaming of sex work - this is purely fictional and i do not condone this behavior in real life. i wrote in these elements because they appear in the original source material, not because i hold these opinions/views. mentions of extreme kink/fetish (knife play, blood play), p in v + anal (all unprotected - pls stay safe irl), oral sex (giving + receiving), handjobs, cockwarming, implied dom/sub dynamics (patrick is a top + sugar daddy/dom/slight sadist + is entitled, reader is more submissive + sweet), lots of cum + precum/arousal, reader sometimes treated as sex object, marking (bruises, bite marks, hickeys etc.), dubious consent? (overstimulation, he can be manipulative, reader flashes someone in afab section), reference to past rough sexual encounters, lots of sexual tension, patrick is sociopathic(?) + gets hard a lot + is possessive/slightly domestic but still rough, canon colleagues (schrödinger's judgement + they're horny), nipple play, voice kink/voicemail sex, threats/mentions of canon (?) violence (not towards reader), exhibitionism + public settings, consensual filming of sexual acts, gun play/fear play, cigar gets extinguished on reader (research risks properly before trying irl, please stay safe), hired sex worker, mentions of surgery in ftm + mtf sections, rip jean + evelyn's emotions

a/n: i'm a massive fan of the broadway musical (bootleg available on youtube) and i've seen the film twice, but i still need to read the book!! i've listened to this youtube audiobook (ai voice patrick reading it - part one) and it kinda goes hard. anyway, peeb ateman is soft with reader in this one, so it could potentially be a little ooc.

order: general hcs first then amab + afab then ftm + mtf, different sections = different content n tried not to repeat much

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general hcs

patrick is already engaged to evelyn when he meets you. he's very well aware that she's seeing timothy price, so he might as well have his own fun - divorce isn't in fashion this year, so being prepared for that potential outcome might turn some heads and patrick hates judgmental attention

if you're already in a relationship with someone, he'll whisk you away immediately. you deserve so much better than some chump who can't afford to spoil you, he'll prove his superiority with his shiny silver card

show him genuine affection and take interest in his music taste!! if you listen to him and take time out of your day to participate in conversation, he'll abruptly stop mid-sentence to process that you're invested in his recap of his day :( you'll have no issues with him from then out - you respect him and he'll respect you. he's quietly thankful for how kind you are to him

if patrick has a yearning to dabble in a certain kink or fetish - such as knife play or extreme blood play - that you're not willing to participate in, he'll just find someone who can satiate his needs temporarily. no harm done, patrick just wants to make sure he's not taking complete advantage of you - he'll pay for you to have a delicious dinner and fancy hotel for the night, don't worry. he still wants to take care of you and reassure you that no one is taking your place, and that you'll still have him in the morning... he just needs to let out his extreme urges throughout the night

his way of showing affection is brushing his nose against you, whether it be your temple, ear or cheek as he whispers sweet nothings to you. he longs for subtle contact and the gentle warmth of your skin. he's also addicted to burying his face in your neck or pressing his lips against your crown when he fucks you from behind or squirming in his lap, the small puffs of hot air tickling your flushed skin and his lidded eyes rolling at your scent

he digs his fingers into your lower tummy while he fucks you, feeling his cock ram deep inside you - he's shamelessly using you as his own fucktoy, massaging his length to get himself off. the extra pressure against his tip has him shuddering at the delicious sensation

yeah sure, patrick might be a weirdo and a loser but he can fuck you like he loves you (maybe he does) and spare cash to dry-clean your cum off his expensive suits... fair trade, no?

he practically becomes your sugar daddy - you're his personal doll to dress, provide for and parade around proudly. he wouldn't trade the satisfied glint in your eyes, or the rhythm of your glistening arousal dripping on his wood paneled floors for anything. after a long day of spoiling you, he becomes a little selfish in the bedroom and chases his high with no regard for how overstimulated you might get :(

he is obsessed with dressing you to match his personal perception of you - that is to say, have you dressed in a manner that would make atheists reconsider and have the faithful herald you as their new deity. he wants to ensure that everyone know why he worships you the way he does. even if you don't feel confident in your skin, he quietly reassures you that your bashfulness only adds to your charm

you're his personal model and his precious doll - plaything, if you will. after you return to his place from perusing the designer shops, he lounges back with a whiskey in hand and patiently watches you show off your latest purchases on his card. he'll ask you to spin or swap shoes to match the outfit every so often, even asking you to bend down towards him just so he can adjust your collar or hairstyle. if he gets taken aback by how stunning you look in a certain outfit, expect him to get carried away and start panic rambling - he'll explain the specifics of the material, cut or brand as his fingers roam your body with devotion and his eyes greedily drink you in. his voice gets progressively huskier throughout the show until he gets to the expensive undergarments hidden in matte bags and tissue paper - he fucks you in front of the mirror, reveling in the way the material hugs your skin and how your skin shifts as your muscles clench with every thrust

after he warmed up to you, patrick slowly realized how emotionally taxing your early encounters were on you and that you were left feeling used and roughed up afterwards. if he still makes you feel that way after he first admits his affection, definitely let him know - he might want to leave physical marks on you that linger for a week or so after, but emotional damage is the last thing he wants marring your relationship

something that resembles quiet devotion lingers in his gaze, the glint of chandeliers flashing as he quickly shakes his head and denies he was ever staring :( sure, you might not be the stereotypical 'hardbody', but you're more worth his time than all of the other whores that his cock stirs for - you're leagues better than the sluts turning tricks and actually deserve a place in his home, his bed, unlike the simple chicks he picks up from clubs. he actually respects you (though, not enough to acknowledge your independence away from him) and his silent approval - pride, even - of your actions sometimes slips through his mask

whenever you're in the room with him, there is an invisible yet tangible tension that tugs you together. the warm, compressing feeling always hones your vision onto patrick - it drowns out all of the noises and movement around you, grounding you in the all-consuming gaze of your lover. his eyes snap to yours whenever you enter the room and he instinctively feels a bulge growing in his slacks, his pupils dilating as his tongue darts out to dampen his lips. no polite conversation or mundane styling drivel is worth his time when you are in his field of view

patrick genuinely feels his blood thunder in his ears whenever the men at the table make snide remarks about your appearance or belittle you. he is absolutely disgusted at their attitudes and lack of understanding - you are his darling and you deserve to be treated as his equal, at a minimum. however, if the table murmurs about how sexy you look, he's more than willing to show you off a bit - he's proud of what's his, obviously! just don't let the boys get too bold with their 'polite' touches or they won't have fingers in the morning :<

he'll buy you a ring. not to propose, oh god no - he doesn't want to do the whole evelyn debacle again. patrick wants to simply state his territory and claim so that others would be less inclined to approach you (plus, it helps that he doesn't have to vividly daydream about it anymore - it saves brain power)

if he rushes home with dirty, damp gloves and a missing button on his overcoat, he'll forever be indebted to you if you pour him a stiff drink and prepare to call jean to postpone all events the next day

your head gets all fuzzy when his tongue drags along the line of your collarbone and his soft lips ghost down your chest - circling your nipple and threatening you with the edge of his teeth makes the edge of his mouth twist into a smirk. if you meet his gaze, his lidded eyes give away how content he is in this position, with you on top of his lap. his lips sheened with spit and your buttoned shirt yanked open make for an arousing sight

patrick is a big fan of smoking his cigars while you sloppily take his cock down your throat - he gets some sadistic pleasure from putting them out on your spit-soaked thighs, the drool hissing under the scorching heat. it's coincidentally also one of his favourite things to reminisce, running his fingers over your thighs while replaying those memories during boring social events. the scent of his expensive smoke, wafting around him in a saloon, has him drifting back to the sight of his hefty cock resting on your face - the length throbbing with every heartbeat, pearls of salty precum seeping into your soft skin and trailing in thin rivulets down the contours of cheekbone

he is a fan of sneaking a dab of his yves saint lauren perfume onto all of your formal wear, a little mark of him and something to keep you company whenever you're out at functions he's not attending

he drags you out to clubs just to dress you up and show you off under the bright, colourful flashing lights. you have his eye the entire time you're feeling yourself on the dance floor, tempting him your sensual movements from across the room - don't expect him to act on it immediately though, he's more than content to hold your gaze and sip his glass from the bar. if some sleaze dares to get handsy with you, he'll step in and guide you towards the bathroom as his fingers glide down to your lower back - he needs a bump to loosen up and not hurt every single chump eyeing you up. you're his plaything, after all.

if you spend a night at patrick's place, he'll secretly love taking showers with you - only because you help him rub in his cleansers and soaps into his skin, no other reason. certainly not that your devoted, admiring gaze make him flush and whisper his timid thanks under the steady stream of water, the noise lost in the pounding around your ears. ignore his building arousal, it'll stay there and grow even harder when he pleasures you with his tongue on the counter of his stainless-steel kitchen. you're the only one he'll kneel for, and you bet that there's a steamed-up outline of your ass on the countertop when he's done :3

despite his incessant need to fit in, he's never going to blend in while you remain by his side. you bring out that rare smile of his and that soft chuckle in public settings. you far outshine all the other, dull plus-ones at the dinner parties

you are patrick's trump card - everyone he knows either wants to be you or fuck you, they'll do anything to impress (especially if there's false hope of ending the night in bed with one or both of you)

if you're confident enough, you could be his personal little pornstar!! it makes you so giddy, the knowledge that he could show the snippets of the videos to his coworkers (who dream about getting you naked) and make them jealous of the fact that you've cum numerous times with patrick's name on your lips. the video is recorded on the best equipment of course - he can't have you on video while looking anything less than godlike on camera

he orders your favourite dishes at every restaurant, combs and brushes out your hair when you arrive at his apartment, then fucks you roughly while whispering how thankful he is for you. his babbling pleas for you to stay and praise of your existence echo in your mind for hours after, especially as he rests next to you with steady breathing

patrick leaves hickeys and bite marks all over you and while he might apologise while handing you anti-bruise supplements, know that his mind's eye is stuck on the sigh of your skin blossoming under his lips - specifically, the feeling of his teething nipping your skin and the small hum of satisfaction as he pulls away to inspect his work. if you've been good lately, he'll let you leave a hickey or mark on his chest - it's only fair after he leaves you bruised and aching in his arms the next morning :( if you've behaved to his liking, he'll share some of his japanese pear and kiwi for breakfast. you need some sugar to recoup anyway

if he's been snappy or pent up all day, he'll guilt you into taking him with minimal prep - he will snap and go feral if he's had to rein it in at work, plus the stretch feels heavenly around his thick cock

patrick had once ordered a prostitute for the two of you to experiment with - making sure they were a fair balance between your ideal types, bodywise. this plan went a little off script after the foreplay when you and patrick ended up exploring your exhibitionist sides, passionately kissing and languidly exploring each other's bodies while the hire slowly touched themselves at the sight. that precious hour or so was the easiest pay that person had ever made (you and patrick were far from unattractive), plus that champagne that you poured out was heavenly

patrick has you suck him off during skincare routines in the morning and evening, making sure to cum all down your throat. he insists it's good protein for you!! kneeling in front of the bathroom countertop has become second nature to you, the divine sight of your rugged lover above you routinely making you feel at ease

you had better be friends with his secretary jean because you'll see her a lot. if she gets jealous and her failed attempts at sleeping with him affect her capabilities, patrick will simply hire a different secretary. sure, he'll love to flaunt you and taunt them about how they aren't fucking either of you, but that's just part of his fun. he might use the empty threat of fucking you in front of the secretary as a way to keep you from acting out, but he's too possessive to have someone in a different tax bracket see you laid bare

get him spa day gift cards!! you can both spend time in private saunas or pools simply enjoying each other's presence and use the time to caress each other's bodies. use the opportunity to get a full body massage - when patrick has had a rough week, you're more than likely going to end up with a couple bruises and a few sore muscles

while he's never been the most domestic man, the image of you flitting back and forth in his pristine kitchen flicks a switch in patrick's brain. your earnest efforts of making him his breakfast bran muffins and churning his apple butter has him daydreaming of keeping you in his apartment like a pet - at his beck and call constantly, dusting his expensive furniture and preparing his meals whenever he comes home... not to mention how you'd willingly bend over or drop to your knees in a heartbeat if he so desired

if patrick is riding an adrenaline (or cocaine) high when he returns to you, be very careful and tread lightly. he may have an itch to clean his axe or handguns, polishing them until the late hours of the night. when he's in a jittery and frantic state, he isn't above having you spread out on his polished floor as something nice to look at while assembling the firearms, and he's certainly not against fucking you roughly while holding the gun to your head or body. he's even aroused by the though of you sucking off his uzi, spit-slicked metal knocking your teeth as your glistening eyes widen in fear

when you sleep next to him, he might jolt awake at night before realizing your shifting movements pose no threat to him, especially when you're locked into his arms with your soft breath brushing against his skin. when he gazes at you in these dimly lit moments, his mask slips until he feels a semblance of happiness - there's no discomfort, jealousy or boredom, he's content with you against him like this. after a long while of his breathing filling the dark room, his mind forces his walls back up and reverts him back to his usual self just as he drifts to sleep. no one can ever see him like that, see what your presence does to him... not even you

he has a penchant for fucking you infront of his toshiba 30-inch television, a porno tape or horror movie often playing. he loves the way screams - either of ecstasy or pain - fill his ears as you moan beneath him, the colours of the screen dancing on your skin. his cock always pulses just that little bit more whenever you bite his thumb and take his dick deep inside you as the film plays in the background. red is suck a sexual and raw colour after all, why not have the bright screen fill your vision as you cum on his cock? the vibrance drowns out all other stimuli, forcing you to focus on his presence in and around you

imagine the shock on evelyn's face when she shows up unannounced at patrick's place one late afternoon- he's swaying to heuy louis and the news, hands on your hips as you giggle and pour him a glass. his silk shirt loosely buttoned just covers your modesty as he soothingly rubs circles on your thigh, soft grin fading as his gaze frosts over at the sight of his betrothed. she sniffs, scandalized at the sight infront of her, and tells patrick to not bother contacting her - tim price's phone will be unplugged the moment she arrives at his place. to be honest, patrick could not care less. you're in his arms and he knows for a fact that evelyn will be over it soon - if not, there's a more suitable marriage candidate right in front of him. if you feel bad or guilty after evelyn leaves, patrick will do his best with his hands, thick cock, tongue and credit card to soothe your worries

expect patrick to leave desperate and vaguely threatening voice mail messages - his heavy, stuttered breaths echoing in your ears as the slick sounds in the background get you more and more worked up. the depraved ramblings deepen and get hoarser with each passing minute, so you'd better pray jean doesn't walk in - she isn't worthy of seeing him in such a disheveled and flushed state

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amab hcs

luis is the most understanding of patrick's work bunch - he isn't shy to defend you and be seen in public as your friend, once you are comfortable telling him your secret of course. just make sure everyone knows you're not a part of that yale thing and you'll be fine

although he isn't keen on being open about his relationship with you - for fear of his colleagues and fellow acquaintances of wall street making derogatory comments towards him, or worse, you - majority of the men already have some closeted urge to spend the night with you, yearning to take bateman's place in your bed. let's face it, the cocaine, competition and firm handshakes can only do so much to hide the growing homoerotic tensions between the coworkers. your appeal is wider than you realise, as the compliments and lingering gazes at events would have most outsiders questioning if carruthers was the only gay man present in the social circle

in large social gatherings - such as big dinner parties or company events - patrick is able to hide his hand under the table and keep a poker face while unbuttoning your fly, untucking your shirt and slowly palming you for his own amusement. his bragging of designer clothing, company roles and mentions of a nice house he procured - for you to move into, of course - easily distract the other people on the table from what's happening in their vicinity

if his j&b on the rocks isn't hitting the spot or the cigars his colleagues are smoking feel heavy in his lungs, he'll drag you into the men's room - assuming there's no one in the other stalls, of course. his fly is halfway undone by the time your knees and expensive slacks hit the tiles, his hands mussing your slicked back hair. you'd better take his cock down your throat to the best of your abilities - you don't want an audience to witness you choking and spluttering on bateman's length, do you? of course not, they'll ostracize you in a heartbeat (or so patrick says), so you had better not complain or splutter when he pinches your nose shut and shoots hot ropes down your throat

whenever patrick fucks your ass, he ensures that his mark is left on your supple skin for days later - whether it be a handprint-shaped bruise, crescent nail marks or scratches along your thighs, he needs to have you remembering how well he fucks you. as you sit down, adjust your pants or even just accidentally back into something, patrick is suddenly at the forefront of your mind

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afab hcs

patrick buys you the finest jewelry and nicest accessories that money can buy - the deal is that you give him handjobs with the sparkling rings on and kisses with the expensive lipstick, luxurious material framing your figure like a dream. he is especially a fan of you wearing jewels that match your eye colour or makeup - when he lifts your hand to press a polite kiss on your fingers, the glittering in your eyes matching his gifts makes his heart skip a beat

when you cockwarm him, his length is so hefty and makes you feel so stretched - the weight grounds you as you struggle to gain friction against your poor neglected clit. you always feel so full when you're perched on his lap, the girth enough to turn off your brain and make you drool. sometimes when patrick is feeling bold, he prepares your outfit for the day and ensures that you're wearing a cute little skirt for easy access :( he can be selfish sometimes, on the occasion that he solely thinks with his dick

patrick loves pushing your knees up to your chest as he fucks you deeply in missionary - the feeling of your swollen pussy lips brushing against his veiny base and your clit grinding against his pubic bone gets him more worked up than he'll ever admit

it's fairly normal to have patrick's hand drift towards your chest in the back of a taxi, his face buried in the crook of your neck. keep your noises quiet or the driver might be curious about what's happening in the backseat. his cold fingers harshly pinching and tugging at your nipples make you abruptly moan into the brisk air in the back of the car, patrick subtly palming himself to the tortured whines leaving your lips. if you make eye contact with the driver, mouth that you're sorry for patrick's behaviour and try to save your dignity by biting your lip to avoid any loud noises. if they make direct eye contact with patrick first, however, expect him to pull a smug grin and flash your breasts to the angled rear-view mirror. he might even hike up your skirts to show off your soaked, borderline see-through panties. sneak the poor driver a tip on your way out because he nearly caused an accident, losing all brain function as his blood immediately drained from his head and rushed to his cock :<

patrick buys you two little platinum charms with a necklace chain, his initials engraved on the back of the heart shaped pendant. the other little shape is an axe, the edge of the blade set with tiny red garnets!! he is main motivation for having you wear it constantly is the fact that it makes a small clinking noise as you bounce on his cock, breasts swaying and your glimmering skin making the necklace a truly beautiful sight to patrick

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ftm hcs

patrick will pay for any surgery you could every want - with the small caveat that he must be the first person to see and touch you once you're all healed. his lightly concealed wonder at your altered appearance and his admiring hums as he carefully traces the remaining swelling definitely help with your mood, breathlessly marveling at the miracle of modern medicine. he's praying you're happy with the outcome, it really was the best money could buy :(

if you're only just getting into wearing masculine clothing, you bet your ass that patrick is guiding you through the more expensive stores. no awkward phase, just the nicest clothing and most put together outfits to go out on the town!! as much as he understands how tough your body image issues can be, he's not having you look sloppy out in public - you're his man and you'll always be looking like you belong by his side

you're lucky his designer boxers are easy to clean! every time he catches sight of your muscles tensing, he's undoubtedly leaking into the material. when you're stretching and your shirt rides up, when you grab something from the top shelf or even when you crouch to tie your shoelace - his cock doesn't discriminate so you'd better expect a small, darkening patch. the musk at the end of the day has such a heady rush when you kneel in front of him, his sweaty underwear mere inches from your lips. patrick swears you give his dick a heartbeat whenever you make out with his bulge and especially when you sloppily give him head :3

bateman is a huge fan of quickies with you before meetings with your mutual colleagues - he's booked for lunch after, there's no other time in his schedule to empty his heavy, full balls into you :( his favourite way to spend those precious moments is with you bent over his polished desk, expensive pants crumpled at your ankles and your precum dripping onto the carpet. he is a massive fan of teasing you by pushing his cockhead into your slick boycunt and stroking his cock, edging his length until you're whimpering from the need to be filled. he mocks you for being needy and massages his balls when he finally fills your warm hole with thick, potent ropes of cum. he leaves you unsatisfied and leaking his load for the whole meeting :( splash your face with water and try not to squirm too much in your seat - patrick's classic shit-eating grin might give away the events that transpire mere moments before you both walked into the boardroom

mtf hcs

patrick will pay for any surgery you could every want - with the small caveat that he must be the first person to see and touch you once you're all healed. his lightly concealed wonder at your altered appearance and his hums as he carefully traces the remaining swelling definitely help with your mood, breathlessly marveling at the miracle of modern medicine. he's praying you're happy with the outcome, it really was the best money could buy :(

patrick keeps himself well put together and likes to treat you to manicures on shared days out. he'll ask his friend's girls for the best nail salon in the area and insists taking you. after he comes along to pick you up and pay after the set is finished, sometimes he'll immediately take your hands and hum his approval at the colour or design. other times, he'll give you his overcoat and hide your nails until you get in a private area, bathroom or the back of a car - the reveal of your new nails when you slowly stroke his cock, spit slicked hand glistening, makes his eyes roll back in pleasure. your heated gaze and slightly flushed face makes him grin, happy that you're willing to drool on his cock and flaunt his money proudly. the perfect girl, in his opinion :>

if you're only just getting into wearing feminine clothing, you bet your ass that patrick is guiding you through the more expensive stores. no awkward phase, just the nicest clothing and most put together outfits to go out on the town!! as much as he understands how tough your body image issues can be, he's not having you look sloppy out in public - you're his girl and you'll always be looking like you belong by his side

patrick's favourite evening activity is fucking you in a mating press - his cock filling you and hitting that deep spot inside you, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. he loves the sight of your girldick bouncing on your tummy and the shine of your dribbling arousal smearing on your skin. nothing beats a relaxed evening with your tight hole warming his throbbing length

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thanks for reading. lmk if you liked it. if i got anything wrong, don't hesitate to tell me.

stay safe.

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circusmania · 4 months

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Can i request some fluff with platonic yandere SCP 2662 who see reader who is also immortal but doesn't really know about it that is uneffected by SCP 2662 anomalous effect as a friends?

Both of them playing animal crossing

(Platonic) Yandere!SCP-2662 x GN!Reader ──────────────────────── Notes: Tysm for requesting this. I had so much reading about SCP-2662 and writing this request! I hope you enjoy ♡. Muah Muah ✮

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SCP-2662, a Keter class anomaly, is a humanoid who's actually (surprisingly) pretty chill. Also known as Cthulhu f'UCK OFF! (we'll just call him Cthulhu here), has a pretty humanoid(ish) appearance, along with fully functional cephalopod limbs attached to his back. He possesses the ability to manipulate and put false information into humans' dreams. Although his "followers" view him as all high and mighty, Cthulhu has no intentions of being their god. Rather, he prefers to sit in his containment cell and go about his day. Be it reading his daily newspaper or playing his many video games.

Tossing the introduction aside, You, an immortal being, had landed in the hands of the SCP Foundation. Be it intentional or not, you're stuck in your cell whether you like it or not. It ain't all that bad though, you're pretty cooperative and kind to those assigned to you, earning you a lot of rewards.

Once the Foundation found out that you're unaffected by various anomalous effects, new doors opened for you. One of those doors was he, himself, Cthulhu. A kind but massive beast, you two hit it off well.

At first, Cthulhu had thought you were another of his "devoted" followers.

You found him sitting at his table, a newspaper in hand and a coffee in the other.

"Oh, Saint Alagadda... what show are you going to put on now!? Hello?! Task Force!! Another one got in!!"

You stared at him, dumbfounded.

"Excuse me?"

You cringed, and he stopped yelling once he realized you weren't stripping or yelling insanities.

"You're not going to smear your blood and/or fluids on my walls…?" He asked, warily.

"WHAT!?? No?? What made you think that??"

He narrowed his beady eyes.

"Well, can't rule you out yet... You might just be faking it..."

"Right..."

"Trust issues much…" (He glared at you).

"In the meantime, you can stay...mm... over there." He pointed to the furthest corner from him possible.

You obeyed and sat in the corner, not making your case any better, since obeying him made it look like you were following his commands as your “god”.

Whenever you were pushed into these experiments, the researchers never gave you any information on the anomaly. Normally you don't care, but you would've appreciated some info on this one. By far, this one has made it to the top of your list of "Top Ten Weirdest first impressions."

You remained in the corner for hours a day to maximize as much exposure as possible (occasionally you got breaks and check-ups from the personnel). At the 2-month mark, Cthulhu had become pretty fond of you. He was very relieved that you showed no signs of wanting to perform rituals for him.

He allowed you to join him at his table and provided you with your very own cup of coffee! (If coffee isn't up to your taste, he's more than happy to supply you with anything else. Well, anything that the Foundation will allow).

Your relationship with Cthulhu got stronger as he invited you to join him in his many video games. Be it horror, indie, action, survival, or RPG, he's happy to be able to play with someone who views him only as a friend.

"You know, I'm happy you're different. It's nice that I can finally interact with someone without them flashing their cloaca at me."

"... Do I even want to know?"

As time passed, you two got to know more and more about each other. It took Cthulhu some time to open up after the "Massy's Big Chance" incident. You found out that Cthulhu had run away from home when his dad wouldn't stop projecting his sex cult on him. Yikes. You comforted him the best you could.

However, when he really started to like you (platonically) was the time when his worshippers broke into his cell again, and he found out that you weren't just a regular human.

This time, he was in the shower, and you were the unfortunate one to fall victim.

Cue in 3 naked, sex-crazed humans.

"What the actual fuck... How did you three get in here??" You had a newspaper in your hands and were sitting at his place at the table.

They spared you no less than a glance and made their way toward the bathroom.

"Uh, the hell? You can't go in th-"

You made the mistake of grabbing onto one of the humans' arms, and they quickly pulled out a knife and stabbed your arm.

You shrieked, alerting Cthulhu. Although being immortal, you could still feel pain, and god did this hurt like a bitch.

Cthulhu came rushing out, grabbing his follower's attention.

"Oh, great one! We've come to liberate you!"

He paid no mind to them, his focus was on you and your bleeding arm. Which didn't look well in his follower's eyes.

"Oh, sweet Alagadda! Are you oka-" He started to make his way towards you when one of his followers jumped in front of him.

"But first, we'll start with a sacrifice!"

"This one will do!"

One of the humans grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back. He raised his knife, and before he could reach your neck, he got sucker punched into a wall by Cthulhu. Really unexpected considering Cthulhu's nature.

He scooped you up in his arms, not letting anyone touch you till the Task Force arrived with medics.

"Don't worry... I just so happen to be immortal…" Your voice strained and weak as you tried not to pass out from the blood loss.

"WHAT??"

You ended up fainting anyways.

Fast-forward...

"Never thought you could actually hit someone."

You sat on the floor, leaning against Cthulhu's shoulder. Your arm was tightly bandaged, despite your protests.

He sighed. "Neither did I... Must've been the adrenaline."

Cthulhu was still annoyed that you hadn't told him earlier about your immortality.

"To be fair, you never asked."

He rolled his eyes. "I'm just glad you're safe."

He smiled in his own unique way and you returned the gesture. You two spent the afternoon playing Animal Crossing together and blabbering about anything that crossed your minds.

That day, Cthulhu promised himself to protect you at all costs. Perhaps, one day, when he's "older" you two will live together in a house. Playing all the video games possible and away from anyone that could tear you two apart. ──────────────────────── Cites: “SCP-2662 - SCP Foundation.” The SCP Foundation, 15 March 2023, https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-2662. (Official info on SCP-2662)

“SCP-2662 | Heroes Wiki | Fandom.” Heroes Wiki, https://hero.fandom.com/wiki/SCP-2662. (Additional info on SCP-2662)

Bierman, Ed. “Skeeve Online - SCP Foundation.” The SCP Foundation, 15 December 2022, https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/skeeve-online. (Massy's Big Chance incident)

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lab1rynth · 9 months

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yan gamer nsfw? 👀

YAN!GAMER NSFW

You spent the whole night cuddled up with your gamer boyfriend. Your cheek was cozy against his chest, and his arms wrapped around you, controller in hand. He was super focused on the screen, mumbling stuff you couldn't catch. He tried to keep it down, thinking you were snoozing, but his patience wore thin as his game team started messing up. He looked more and more annoyed as his controller buttons got a real workout. He let out a quiet curse, telling his game buddies to get their act together, but it was too late—the screen lit up in big letters: "DEFEAT." "Shit, seriously?" he grumbled, plopping his controller on his lap and leaning back with a huff. His hands covered his eyes, and he ran his fingers through his hair, totally frustrated. He glanced at you, hoping you were still out like a light, but those half-closed eyes of yours were sneakily watching the game all along. Leaning over, he gave your head a little kiss, his fingers playing with your hair as he caught his breath. Then, back to business—he grabbed his controller again, ready to dive into a new game like a champ. Observing his demeanour, you couldn't help but discern the weight of stress that seemed to hang upon him. A soft, contemplative hum escaped your lips as your hand found its way to his chest, your fingers tracing invisible patterns against the fabric. From your vantage point, nestled in the cozy enclave of his embrace, you lifted your gaze to meet his, catching a glimpse of his features in the subdued light. The sound of your voice jolted him, a surprised yelp escaping his lips. "Whoa, wait. Dude, you're awake?" he exclaimed, a chuckle accompanying his words. Despite the fact that your romantic journey had spanned almost two years, his penchant for referring to you as 'dude' remained an unshakable quirk. And remarkably, you found a certain charm in the familiarity of it all.

Grinning in response to his laughter, you offered a lighthearted retort, "Nah, I've secretly been in a coma this entire time." Your words dripped with playful sarcasm, your eyes dancing mischievously as you maintained the playful facade, "You're stressed. Want help?" A subtle shift in your touch allowed your hand to venture lower, fingers skimming over the fabric of his jeans until they found purchase on his thigh. The effect was palpable; a restrained gulp betrayed his reaction. His voice, betraying a mixture of surprise and anticipation, wavered as he responded, "Uh, yeah, sure." With a confirming nod, you leaned in, your lips finding his in a gentle kiss that drew a small smile from him. Subsequently, you shifted your position, situating yourself between his legs. Your fingers deftly navigated the task at hand, working to adjust his boxers. His penchant for casual comfort around the house made these situations all the more convenient. His gaze remained fixed upon you, a mixture of surprise and anticipation reflected in the slight parting of his lips. His attention was momentarily interrupted by your playfully spoken question, accompanied by a nod toward his controller. "What're you looking at? Better focus on your game," you teased, a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes. Following your prompting, he nodded, his gaze returning to the screen, though not without a fleeting glance in your direction. His concentration wavered, torn between the virtual battlefield on the screen and the captivating scene unfolding before him. With newfound determination, he initiated a fresh game, handily selecting a character before seamlessly aligning with his newly assembled team. A flurry of virtual action ensued as he skillfully engaged with adversaries, his fingers a blur of precision upon the controller. However, periodic glances downward indicated his divided attention as you executed your deliberate ministrations. Soft, affectionate kisses graced his thighs, each press of his lips accompanied by a small, involuntary whimper from him. It was a familiar ritual, yet each time, his responses remained as earnest and sensitive as ever. Amidst the exchange, a unique vulnerability surfaced in him, contrasting the confident gamer persona he typically portrayed. In these moments, he was stripped of his armour, his sensitivity manifesting as a testament to the depth of your connection. The dynamic between you both was a blend of tenderness and playfulness, a symbiotic dance that continually renewed the intimacy you shared. You extended your arm, your fingers enveloping his member with a delicate touch. A single, swift pump followed, eliciting a reaction from your boyfriend. He lifted his hand, his eyes shut tightly, teeth sinking into the flesh of his palm, leaving indents that mirrored his pleasure. A tsk escaped your lips, prompting you to intervene. Gently, you grasped his hand, asserting your presence. "No need for that," you cooed, your voice a mixture of assurance and affection. Leaning in, you placed a tender kiss upon his cock, your gaze rising to meet his. His acknowledgment came in the form of a nod, the movement accentuated by the bobbing of his Adam's apple as he swallowed nervously. Momentarily collecting himself, his attention shifted back to the task at hand, the game demanding his focus once again. With his concentration partially restored, he continued his game. However, your voice broke through the silence, a soft request that held a hint of playfulness. "Make this next round a win for me, alright?" you urged. His response was a mumbled agreement, his words laden with determination.

"I'll give it my best shot," he murmured. Your lips maintained their gentle assault on his dick, each press of your mouth prompting a shiver to ripple through the man situated above you. A soft, affectionate chuckle escaped you as you observed his reaction. "You're quite the sensitive one, aren't you?" you purred playfully, your eyes meeting his with a mix of amusement and fondness. He responded with a hesitant, almost stuttered, "Mhm," his gaze flitting nervously between your gaze and the screen before him. Guided by your desire to tease and provoke, you proceeded to take his member into your mouth, your head moving rhythmically, up and down. The skillful dance of your lips and tongue elicited an involuntary moan from your boyfriend, his lower lip caught between his teeth in a futile attempt to stifle his response. Your dexterity in using both hand and mouth did not go unnoticed, each movement intensifying his reaction. "Mm, I'm gonna," he whined, his fingers clutching at your hair as you continued your skillful ministrations on the length in your grasp. "Please," he whimpered, the desperation evident in his voice. Temporarily removing his cock from your mouth, you addressed him, your words gentle yet empowering. "Take your time, Babe. This is all about you," you assured, before sensually returning it to your mouth, your tongue tracing its length suggestively. Soon after, he orgasmed with a loud moan, his cum mingled with your spit, an indulgence that seemed to send a jolt of ego through you. His controlled breaths filled the air, the controller forgotten beside him as he surrendered to the sensations, his focus no longer on the game but rather on the sensations enveloping him. "Silly boy, you look like you just finished a workout," With his features partially obscured by the haze of pleasure, he managed a small smile in response to your compliment. "Shut up," he laughed, his hand raking through his tousled, lengthy hair. Seizing the white controller anew, he held it in his grip, a sigh of resignation slipping from his lips. But within moments, his countenance morphed into one of absolute horror. His response was swift – he flicked off the TV, tossing the controller across to the other end of the couch. Covering his face with his hands, he released a groan that carried vexation. "Fuck," he spat, his words dripping with venomous self-censure. "I was fucking unmuted.

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anystalker707 · 3 months

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Misused day

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

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

MASTERLIST

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ace—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

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newtthetranswriter · 6 months

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A Trans Soulmate Au

Word count: 2070

Summary: being trans and not understanding it can make having a soulmate very difficult.

Paring: Takashi Mitsuya X Trans!Reader

Warnings: talk of Dysphoria, internalized transphobia, talk of transition, if i missed any please let me know.

A/n: Welcome this one has a bit of angst but it ends happily I promise. I just thought it would be cute if in a soulmate au where your soulmate's name was on your wrist what would happen if you were trans but your soulmate had your birth name on their wrist. So this came to be. This takes place when Mitsuya is twenty so that's the reader's age as well. I tried to write it so anyone can read it whether you’re ftm, mtf or nonbinary, or if you just want to see the inner workings of this trans person's brain. I also want to state this is a rough written interpretation of some of the things I felt before I knew what being Transgender was, it will not cover what everyone feels or what they would feel in this situation. I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think. Anyway requests are open, and remember to Hydrate or Diedrate. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

Key: D/n means different/dead name, it can be anything but what you like being called I guess.

I’ve known who my soulmate is for the past three months but haven’t told him yet. You may be thinking, why wouldn’t you tell him if you know he’s your soulmate, is he not a great guy or something? But that couldn’t be farther from the truth, my soulmate is Takashi Mitsuya and he is the sweetest guy to ever live. The problem is me. I don’t feel comfortable with who I am and who people want me to be. I’ve always felt like I’ve been living a lie, masquerading as someone I'm not, and honestly I’m scared to tell people the truth. What’s the problem with admitting your soulmates then, is probably your next question. Well I don't want to see the constant reminder of someone that’s not me on my soulmate's wrist.

In our lovely world we live in your soulmates first name is written on your wrist from the time you are born. On my wrist in clean lettering is Takashi and I cherish it, but ever since I started noticing my feelings about myself I’ve kept it hidden so my soulmate can’t figure it out, because they shouldn’t be burdened with someone who is broken like me. When I met Mitsuya I was conflicted at first. I knew he was my soulmate because I saw D/n written on his wrist in the same font as mine, and obviously his name matched my wrist. He was so kind that I considered just telling him we are soulmates and dealing with the discomfort of seeing my given name everyday for the rest of my life, but my disdain for who people told me to be won, and I’ve kept it secret since. Or so I thought.

It was the weekend and there was nothing happening with Toman at the moment so I was hanging out with Mitsuya and Hakkai. We were just chatting, covering topics like what we want to do in the future and how no matter what Hakkai and I will be Mitsuya’s number one supporters when he starts his fashion line. It was just a chill hang out among friends.

“Seriously Mitsuya, if you need a model for a photoshoot or runway I got your back promise. I mean what are friends for?” I said brushing a strand of hair out of my face, not realizing my bracelets had slid up my arm.

“D/n’s right, we’ll help in whatever way you need us to Taka.” Hakkai chimed in. “Anyway, other than being a fashion designer, have you thought about looking for your soulmate yet?” He asked Mitsuya to keep attention on him.

When the topic of soulmates was brought up I subconsciously rested my hand on my wrist. Feeling my bracelets out of place I quickly shifted them back into position. Hoping that the one person didn’t see the mark and figure everything out. I quickly looked over to Mitsuya and from what I could tell he was still absorbed in his conversation with Hakkai. I sighed in relief before deciding it was probably time for me to go home.

Standing up, I addressed my two friends. “Well it was nice talking with you guys but I should get going, I have some homework I still need to finish.” I quickly turned not catching the slight frown on Mitsuya’s face. Waving one final goodbye, I left Hakkai’s house and headed on my way.

I had reached a park a few blocks between my house and the Shiba residence and decided to sit and clear my head. “That was way too close.” I said to myself as I sat on the swings.

“What was ‘too close’ me almost finding out that you are my soulmate and having been hiding it for who knows how long?” Said the voice of the one person I didn’t want to face right now. “Come on D/n, when were you gonna tell me? Did you just not like that the universe chose me for you to be stuck with for the rest of your life? If that was the case why did you hang around me so much?” He started asking questions.

Fighting back tears cause I knew where this conversation would go, I tried to argue. “You know that’s not true Takashi. Why would I hide it? I didn’t know, I didn’t want to assume anything.” I lied, trying to play it off as me not knowing for sure.

He rolled his eyes at that. “Don’t lie about it. You constantly wear bracelets to cover it up, obviously you’re embraced to have my name on your skin. And don’t Takashi me, if you can’t admit we’re soulmates don’t call me that.” He said with a harsh tone he normally saves for assholes he has to beat up.

“I swear I’m not embraced, it's just easier if you don’t have to deal with me as your soulmate.” I said finally taking the blame even if I knew he wouldn’t believe me.

“Are you sure? Cause it seems like you’re just making excuses. What did I ever do to make you want to hide that we’re supposed to end up together? If it’s the fact I’m in toman then i’ll leave it, pass on the title of captain of the second division to Hakkai and retire.” He started to sound almost desperate. Like the fact I hid this was hurting him. “Just tell me what I need to do, for you to accept me.” At this point there were faint tears streaming down his face.

I froze, Mitsuya never cries, he didn’t even cry when Mana started school. It hurt to see him stand here and offer to leave his friends for me. He loved toman, maybe even more than he loved fashion design and sewing. I couldn’t just sit here and watch him beat himself up over something that was really all my fault, so I broke down completely.

“It’s not you Takashi. I love everything about you and I would never ask you to quit Toman, that’s like asking Takemichi to stop crying or asking Mikey to stop riding his bike. The problem was never with you, I hid the fact we are soulmates because I’m broken. I’ve always been broken. I don’t know how to explain it but I just feel like my body is wrong. Like I was born in the wrong one, like a mistake was made. Everytime I look in the mirror I hate what I see. I've tried everything from affirmations, to body positivity exercises but it’s all wrong. I hid the fact we are soulmates because I hate my name. It doesn’t fit, it’s wrong, I don’t know what is right but that there on your arm is not me.” I ranted out, expressing my feelings about myself for the first time out loud. “I could bear going through life hating a part of my soulmate that he can’t change, so I hid my mark and hoped that by some miracle you would find someone else that shared this name and had Takashi written across their wrist even though I know it’s impossible. I don’t want you to have to live with someone who hates themself.” Tears were streaming down my face and I didn't notice Mitsuya moving to hug me.

“We’ll get through this together. I know your feelings are probably hard to understand and are confusing. I’m not going to pretend like I fully understand, but I will help you through it. We can look for a therapist to help you work through it and understand. We can try anything you want to make you feel more comfortable. If you truly hate the name on my wrist I’ll keep it covered so you don’t have to see it, and you can tell me what you want to be called. You get to pick what I call you so I know you’re comfortable with it.” He said resting his head on mine as silently cried into his chest. “And when you’re ready I will help you tell the gang and if anyone dares to make fun of you or disrespects you they’ll have to answer to me. We’re soulmates for a reason, and I’ll stick with you through everything.”

I couldn’t help but smile as I pulled away from him only enough to look him in the eyes. “Thank you Takashi. I’m sorry I didn��t tell you in the first place.” He just returned my smile, placing a kiss on my forehead. “As for what to call me, I’m not sure yet but I think for now you could just call me soulmate when talking to me. You can call me whatever you want to when talking with others though.” I said, earning a slight chuckle from the lavender haired man holding me.

“You got it Soulmate, now take off your bracelet and give it to me.” I did as instructed revealing his name written neatly across my wrist. I watched as he smiled at his name before slipping the bracelet on his own wrist covering his own mark. “Now that that’s out of the way, what do you say to going out for some ice cream and maybe a movie?” He asked as he laced his fingers with mine.

“Sounds fantastic.” I replied excited to start this new journey together.

Timeskip to a few months

It was a relatively quiet day, I had just spent the morning cleaning up my room and getting ready to go out with Takashi for the day. He was supposed to be here around one and I was so excited to tell him some great news. You see, over the past couple months I found a therapist who helped me figure out that there is a name for my feelings and that’s gender dysphoria, and most people who experience it are Transgender. With the help of my therapist and the support of Takashi, I’ve started my transition. I’ve made some great strides in making peace with my feelings and presenting the way I see myself in my mind. The only thing I had been stuck on was a name. That’s the news I was ready to share with Takashi. I had finally chosen a name.

Checking the clock, it was about 12 so I decided I should finish getting ready even though there was an hour before Takashi was supposed to get here. As I was picking out my shoes for the day I was interrupted by loud knocking on my front door. Checking the clock again to see it was only 12:15 I was confused, Takashi isn’t supposed to be here for another 45 minutes. Trying to push my concern aside I went to open the door. “Takashi, you're super early.” I said as I swung the door open, being greeted by a very frantic Takashi.

“Thank god you opened the door, I have to show you something.” Before I could even respond he was pushing into my apartment not even bothering to take off his shoes. “I don’t know how or when this happened but when I was showering I noticed something strange on my wrist and when I looked at it, my mark had changed to this.” He said frantically moving the bracelet that normally covered his soulmark to reveal it had in fact changed.

I couldn’t help but laugh, my laugh caused a look of shock to cross Takashi’s face. Before he could continue with his mini panic I decided to explain. “It’s ok Takashi. Everything is fine, in fact it’s amazing that your mark changed, it just proves we’re soulmates even more.” He looked confused at my statement. “I finally picked my name, it's Y/n” I said, clarifying what I was getting at.

The look of confusion melted away into one of the biggest smiles I have ever seen on his face. “Oh my god. That’s fantastic Y/n. We have to celebrate.” He said immediately falling into using my new name. Hearing it come from him made me smile more than I already was.

Having his support through everything has been a blessing, I’m glad my bracelet accidentally fell that day. If it hadn’t I would still be hating myself everyday, but instead I’m learning to love myself and showing everyone that no matter what society says you have to be you don’t have to listen.

#tokyo revengers x reader #takashi mitsuya x reader #mitsuya takashi #mitsuya x reader #tokyo revengers mitsuya #mitsuya x transgender reader #x transmasc reader #x transfem reader #x trans male reader #x nonbinary reader #trans!reader #trans writers #transgender fic #soulmate au #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers soulmate au #transgender soulmate au #Mitsuya soulmate au

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s1ckh1mb0 · 7 months

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For my trans readers that are feeling dysphoric🫶🏽

Tired.. that’s all you felt at the moment

You had spent hours just crying in your room avoiding everyone. You felt disgusting and you just couldn’t shake it off. All of this because of that stupid mirror of yours. No matter what you actually looked like you couldn’t shake the feeling that you looked to masculine/feminine. Every piece of clothing you put on felt sickening. It was showing to much no matter how loose it was. A sensory overload was something you were familiar with at this point. But you were doing so good for a while why now do you have to crash?

Negative thoughts clouded your mind all day “How disgusting I look” or “How the hell do I expect to pass”. The worst part is when you reached out to your friends for reassurance they just told you that you’re being dramatic. Dramatic? That had to be some kind of sick joke. But no instead they went on a long tangent on how they can’t keep reassuring you “every five minutes”. Good to say now that they didn’t have to worry about that after you blocked them.

Oh how worried your boyfriend CHOSO was. He had stuck at work all day unable to text you. With as clingy as he is that’s absolute hell for him. But the moment he had a spare second he sent you a text checking on you. He found it weird that you didn’t respond right away like usual but he just assumed he was over thinking. But when you still haven’t responded by evening he was beyond worried.

He made it to your shared home around 8 quietly entering unsure if you were sleep or not. But once he heard your muffled cry’s he assumed the worst. He quickly rushed into the room to check on you only to see you crying in your sleep. Seeing that made his heart break, the love of his life upset and he wasn’t even there to cheer them up.

He nudged you awake and when you looked up to meet his eyes you couldn’t help but tear up. The one person you knew that actually cared about you was finally here. He didn’t say anything just taking you into his arms letting you sob into his chest. You told him everything without hesitation. How dirty you felt in your body and how those bitches hurt you. And he listened patiently taking in every word you said.

He let you cry your heart out until you fell asleep in his arms. Gently changing you into something more comfortable so you can rest easier. When you woke up you were surrounded with gifts. He had gotten you a bunch of new clothes and shoes he thought would help you feel a bit better. Not only that, he wrote a stack of love letter for you to read whenever you got upset. Oh how your heart fluttered when you seen all of this. He came in the room with a huge smile happily planting a kiss on your forehead. Whispering to you how much he loves you and that he’ll always be there for to<3

What would you do without this man<3

Based off my lovely bf:)

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writing-for-the-gays · 1 month

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*clawing at y'all's legs*

GIVE ME REQUESTS

#x male reader #x reader #x chubby reader #x ftm reader #x hairy reader #x transmasc reader #beetlejuice #beetlejuice x reader #x fem reader #x transfem reader #habit x reader

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winniethewife · 2 months

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Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there

(Santiago “Pope” Garcia x TransFem!reader)

A/N: For the Triple Frontier Write-a-Thon.

Words: 524

Santiago looks at the plastic stick in his hand, two pink lines indicating positive. He felt his heart leap in his chest. He hadn’t every really thought about being a dad, It wasn’t something that had even crossed his mind. But to find a pregnancy test left on the counter…He had to think about it. Santi put the test down and wandered out to the living room where his girlfriend was sitting reading on the couch. He gets on his knees in front of her, something he instantly regrets, he puts his head on her hand on her thigh to gently get her attention, looking up at her with those soft brown eyes. She looks at him over her book, before noting his brows furrowed in concern.

“Hermosa…can we talk?” He asks, his voice still so smooth despite worry in it.

“Of course, what is it Santi?” She slides the bookmark into place then puts the book down. He takes a deep breath before siting up and taking her hands in his.

“You know I’ll always be there for you, no matter what happens, no matter what comes I’ll be by your side, through everything. Nothing will come between us. I want to be there for all of it. No matter what.” Santiago was nearly in tears, so focused on showing his support he hardly notices the confusion on her face.

“Not that I don’t appreciate it but…what the hell are you talking about?” She looks at him with affectionate confusion. He sighs and adjusts as to not be putting all his weight on his knees.

“ I found the pregnancy test in the bathroom…” He says gently.

“And?” She seemed even more confused, which confused him.

“And…that means you’re…well we’re…what am I missing?” He blinks a few times genuinely confused. She starts to laugh slightly.

“"Santi, I love you, but I don't have a uterus. Never really got one of those.” She leans forward Looking at him with a smile on her face as she watches the realization cross his face.

“Oh…Right. I’m an idiot.” He laughs. Shaking his head at his own forgetfulness with a smile on his face.

“Not an Idiot, just, absent minded.” She smiles before sliding off the floor and sitting in front of him, she takes his face in her hands and softly runs her thumb over his cheek. “It’s my friend Tessa’s test, she wanted somewhere to take one that her husband wouldn’t find it, she wants it to be a surprise.”

“Oh, that makes more sense…Good for her and Mike.” Santiago feels the weight lift from his shoulders but feels slightly disappointed at the same time, watching his face fall slightly she smiles at him slightly.

“You know there are other ways to have kids right? We could…adopt, someday, if you want?” She asks softly while still holding his face. Again Santiago had never once thought of being a dad before that day, but now, he wanted that more than anything in the world. Santiago pulls her into his lap and leans down to kiss the top of her head.

“I…I would like that. Someday. Yes.”

Masterlist

Tag: @triplefrontier-anniversary @romanarose

#triple frontier #triplefrontier2019 #santiago garcia #santiago pope garcia #santiago garcia x reader #x reader #spotify #x transfem reader #santiago pope garcia x reader #Santiago Garcia x transreader #triple frontier fanfiction #santiago garcia reader #triple frontier fanfic #triple frontier x reader #oscar isaac #oscar isaac x reader #Spotify

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tobyisher3 · 7 months

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Her Reality

(Monika x Transfem Reader)

Fandom-Doki Doki Literature Club

Tw-PDA, YouTuber references, mentions of deletions, probably I miss spelled Sayori, kissing, The L-word, and MattyPatty

Pronouns: (She/Her)

Key:

(Y/n)-Your name

Monika’s POV

Monika!" I heard my girlfriend call out. "Oh hey (Y/n), what's up?" I asked as she smiled. "There's this new guy Sayori talked about! His name is Mattypatty!" She told me happily. I looked to the side nervously, these players keep on getting weirder. "Well my love, how are you doing?" She asked and kissed my cheek. "I'm good now that you are here (Y/n)." I told her as she giggled. "Monika stop people will come in anytime." She told me just as Sayori walked in with the new player. He was dorky as hell. I can't believe it, he is kinda cute for a guy though. "President, First Lady." He spoke as we nodded.

"No need to be formal Monika and I don't mind you using our real names." (Y/n) spoke kissing my cheek. "Sorry." He spoke up. "Man I remember when you first laddie!" Sayori spoke and I glared at her. "Monika it's okay. She's just remembering the good times. She means no harm." (Y/n) told me as I took a deep breath and let it go. She was right, Sayori meant no harm, but this time when I delete her I'm going to really enjoy it.

"Okay I brought cupcake's!!" I heard Natsuki said. "Oh do they have cat faces like I asked?" (Y/n) spoke happily and I stared at her as she talked with Natsuki. Even in a uniform she was beautiful. She was amazing as the day I saw her. Her skirt was much more fitting than the pants she wore that day. Her stockings matching mine and I let her have and they looked so elegant on her, her elegance...no, she is elegance. She turned to me and showed me the cute little cat cupcakes. I smiled and I pulled her face towards me. "I love you, (Y/n)." I told her. "I love you too Monika."

#monika x reader #monika doki doki literature club #doki doki literature club #doki doki literature girls #Monika x transfem reader #Monika x fem reader #sayori #natsuki #yuri #doki doki monika #x trans reader #x transfem reader #x female reader #x fem!reader #x female y/n #lesbian

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de-bauchry · 2 years

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—Phonecalls

: pairing: Aomine x blacktransfem reader!!

: cw, established relationship, both are in college, I guess angsty?

: A/N: sooo I did 100% write this with amab black transfem girlies in mindddd so this is definitely for y’all but if this is in anyway like offensive pls lmk and I’ll take it down :))). Also lmk if y’all wanna part 2? Maybe?

“Why you keep blowing up my phone crazy girl?” Aomine questions licking his lips, as he opened the door forearm leaning against the ledge of the wall, eyes sizing you up from head to toe.

“Because why you not answering yo phone!?” You exclaimed in irritation, shocked that he even asked such a disrespectful question. Some people had dm’ed you about Aomine being with some girl at the basketball celebration with his team, like how could he!

“Oi, stop yelling. I’m right here”. Aomine’s tone was firm, expression that of a glare before rubbing the back of his neck in annoyance. “You believe everything you hear too much y/n. I wasn’t with any girl it was another manager of this basketball team. We were talking about our next game together with their team.” He lets out a deep sigh.

You stood there in disbelief for a second. You couldn’t believe that you had just, shown up at his house like this for those messages to not even be true, but what if he’s messing with the manager? I mean it could be possible right? You know how much Aomine is into girls, real ones and it just— drives you crazy thinking about him leaving you for another girl.

This was Aomine’s first relationship with a trans girl and you’ve seen his magazines, he’s told you he likes girls with big boobs but he loves all boobs so it doesn’t really matter to him what size they are, but that didn’t matter, you felt like the exact opposite of his preferences and interests, you were still in the process of taking your hormones and growing. It’s not that you didn’t think you were a real girl or girly enough, you just felt like Aomine wanted a cis girl before he’d want a trans girl. And that got to you.

“How do I know you’re not talking to her?” You accuse your hip tut, tucking a curl behind your ear, as you cross your arms.

“Do you want me talking to her?” Aomine accuses.

“No! what the hell!”.

“Then? What’s the problem? I’m serious.” Aomine closes the distance between you two, looking down on you, towering over your form, as he crossed his arms now. “Because the girl I want is acting crazy yelling all in my damn face.” Aomine brings his finger to lift your chin up to meet his gaze. “You gon keep listening to everybody else?”

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pussynibbler69 · 1 year

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introduction for requests !! ♡

I'll try to make this as quick as I can, I'll write requests and stuff but I'm not taking it as seriously as my other acc. Doing this as a hobby w bad mental health is draining but I'm a sucker for writing fics—

Fandom i write for;

Sally face

South park (will be automatically aged up no matter the theme, if it's not the parents ur requesting.)

Obey Me !! Shall we date?

Yandere Simulator

Five nights at Freddy's

Bendy and the ink Machine

Cuphead

(Keeping the list small for now but may grow bigger in the future)

What I write for;

Angst

Fluff

Smut (not all that experienced in writing this but I'll try my best, yk?)

Romantic

Platonic

Yandere(?) Idk if that counts as a theme

Poly relationships

Mainly anything tbh I'm not picky

What I won't write for;

*weird* stuff, as in p3dopillia and inc3st.

Might add more idk

Extra info;

I write for female, male, gender neutral, transgender ect.

I won't typically refuse any specific character or request, but I might or might not do it depending on the request yk?

You can request as many characters as you want

I write for both scenarios and headcanons

I only write for x reader

Ask if you're unsure of anything, and I'll be looking forward for requests. I hope you have a good day/night!!

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domaindot · 5 months

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— PINNED !?

REQUESTS : OPEN

hi, im mike ☆ writer and roleplayer, i needed a place to be self indulgent and post my x reader content. my timezone is cst, im a minor and neurodivergent — thats all you get

i do take requests, i have strict boundaries on what i will/wont write. i don't write anything nsfw (im a minor), i do not do cishet anything sorry guys you got enough of that. i won't write anything abusive, toxic, etc as a main focus

i will write intersex, trans, and cis readers as well as characters! im intersex & trans myself and love writing for readers like me. i don't write romantic anything with characters under 16 , certain circumstances characters can be aged up , just ask. i will write familial relationships and AUs !

FANDOMS .. !?

IT [2017/2019] ☆ heathers ☆ be more chill ☆ stranger things ☆ i am not okay with this ☆ newsies [all vers. be specific] ☆ saw ☆ literally any slasher character

— MASTERLIST !?

tba...

divider creds go to : @ cafekitsune

#pinned post #about the writer #masterlist #requests open #x reader #x male reader #x transmasc reader #x transfem reader

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circusmania · 4 months

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May i request some wholesome yandere pomni with Mime! reader who CAN speak but prefers to use sign language and gestures? ♡

(Wholesome) Yandere!Pomni x GN!Reader ⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ Notes: Sorry, this one is shorter 💔 I hope you enjoy it regardless!

Muah Muah ♡ ⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･

Everybody knows Pomni as the skittish, shy and paranoid jester. Many are surprised she hasn't abstracted yet. She mostly keeps to herself; if she has to talk to anyone, it would be Ragatha. So, it was quite a shock when Pomni was the first to introduce herself to You.

You didn't speak to her, but rather waved back at her.

“Oh! No need to be shy — I mean not around me! I'm Pomni! What's-”

Pomni was harshly interrupted by an overgrown purple rabbit. He commented on your attire in a way that you couldn't tell was supposed to be a joke or just plain mean.

This made Pomni notice that your attire looked pretty close to hers. Except for the fact that it was in black and white, and you actually had pants.

Pomni tried to interject Jax, but her shyness overcame her. She only stood there as Jax continued to tease you.

This would continue for days on end. However, you really didn't mind his teasing, you found it actually pretty amusing. Sometimes you would put your hands on your mouth as if you were “giggling” like a high school girl. Or you'd wave him away with one hand while you covered your face with the other in “embarrassment”.

Though, one time, Pomni spotted you and Jax together. A twinge of envy penetrated her heart as she watched. Then, she saw you cover your face with your hands and lower your head. You were obviously faking it, but Pomni really thought you were crying. And that made her finally put her foot on the ground.

“Leave them alone, Jax! Can't you just stop being an asshole!? This is exactly why no one likes you!!” Pomni yelled as she got between you and Jax.

Silence filled the room as you looked up from your hands. Jax suddenly burst into laughter, clearly finding Pomni's outburst amusing. And while she did feel embarrassed, she quickly turned back to you, ready to comfort you. However, she saw your “shocked” expression instead of a tear-filled face.

“I… I… thought you were crying…” She stuttered, her nervous demeanour returning.

You made another “giggling” motion and kissed her cheek in amusement. You then strolled away, leaving Pomni a blushing mess.

From this day on, you never left Pomni's gaze. She kept telling you it's because she didn't want Jax to bother you anymore… But you knew there was something else to it. She always stayed close to you and chased away any Gloinks away on quests, made you avoid Jax, didn't let you listen to Kinger's crazy theories (from fear you'll abstract) and so on. You found it cute, to say the least.

This whole time, you had never spoken a syllable to anyone. Pomni at first thought you were just shy, but now she thinks you're just flat-out mute. So, it was much to her surprise when you finally spoke.

You both were lying outside the Circus, star-gazing.

“I miss the outside… I also miss seeing the real stars and not just a glowing moon with a face.” She sighed.

“Same.”

It suddenly became really quiet as Pomni processed what had just happened.

She quickly got up. “WAIT, YOU CAN TALK!?”

You simply faked another “giggle” as you went back to not talking.

Pomni would keep trying to get you to speak again, and you'll occasionally oblige.

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･

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lab1rynth · 11 months

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YAN!TATTOOIST

Yan!Tattooist who you meet around the third time you get a tattoo, he was quite well rated in your area so you decided to just try out his work. When you met him you honestly were astonished at how handsome he was, and that immediately made you doubt where you wanted your tattoo, on your thigh.

Yan!Tattoist who worked quite swiftly and delicately on your thigh, his gloved hand gripping onto the skin of your thigh, as he focused, wiping the excess ink off of your skin after finishing a few lines of detail. His playful banter during so was not helping what so ever, your face going red.

Yan!Tattoist who you came to for the rest of your tattoo's, getting them everywhere that put you in some sort of exposed position with him and you had proudly exclaimed to your friends that you had a crush on your tattoo artist. You did however get tired of this one sided love for a while and invited him over for dinner after his shift a few times, which he gladly accepted as he just absolutely loved anything that was food.

Yan!Tattooist who starts to see your crush on him one night as he was out with his friends, they had to explain it to him after he told them about you. He never was too good at understanding other peoples emotions, neither did he understand his most of the time. He did feel drawn to you in some way, he has for a while.

Yan!Tattooist who quietly strays behind his friends, quietly thinking of the new information he just got handed. Then at night he laid in bed staring up at the ceiling as he continued with his thoughts. The next day you would have another appointment with him, he would study you as much as he could in the time being. He found all your social medias, your families social medias, your friends, and everything you're seen in.

Yan!Tattooist who comes in the next day with large eyebags and messy hair, his black button up stopping lower than normal, showing a bit of his chest. He was quite tired but he put on his rubber gloves and went to see you. You were cheerful as always, you smiled and asked him for one of those Lip color tattoos. He asked, "You know its quite common for them to fade away after a while? Pain and bleeding can also occur during, as well as 2 weeks after, the tattoo being made," You nod, "You don't have to keep treating me like I don't know my stuff. I probably know a lot more than you!" You laugh as you told the tattoo artist. He shook his head and smiled, everything you did affected him somehow now that he knows how you feel, how HE feels. Your voice is like music to him.

Yan!Tattooist who sets you down at his booth, getting all the ink and his tattoo gun. He cleaned everything he could as he made some small talk with you, which was fine up until he said, "How was your little brothers game yesterday?" You looked up at him confused, "Good, uh, how do you know about that?" He looked over at you, "You didn't tell me about that?" "No, I didn't," He then turned around and focused back on his tools, "Then never mind."

Yan!Tattooist who gets started almost immediately, getting a small string with white lipstick on it to carefully map out your cupids bow, then going in with red lip liner so he could easily see where he was going to be tattooing. Using a white lip liner around the edges of your lips for more contrast. All the while he keeps his eyes on your lips, gently holding your chin between two of his fingers as he closely focused.

Yan!Tattooist who then got his tattoo gun, the needle was honestly quite small, you could barely see it. He walked around you to lay you chair back so you were facing the ceiling before sitting next to you, gently holding your face in his hands to have your head laying flat against the chair behind you before whispering, "Try not to move your head for me, alright doll?" Your eyes went wide and you almost nodded, before catching yourself, "Okay," you weakly spoke. He nodded with a small laugh before he got to work.

Yan!Tattooist who continues on, slightly making a hissing sound when he sees some blood run down your face from your lips, he wipes it off with his thumb and nonchalantly licks it off his glove. Your wide eyes continue to get wider, did he just...

Yan!Tattooist who finishes up after a few minutes wiping the excess ink off gently with a cleaning cloth before saying, "Okay I want you to be careful of your lip area, alright? No spicy foods for the next two days, and be careful of some facial cleaning products, like with vitamin C and vitamin D," You nodded along. He moved around the chair again to move it back up so you were sitting.

Yan!Tattooist who hums at the sight of your lips, somewhat swelled from his work with a small little bloody cut on it. Your lips were red from the ink, though they wouldn't be that red for long. He leaned forward and pressed a deep kiss onto your lips, you almost yelled right there, you pushed him back. "What, did you not like that?" he asked, tilting his head, "Well, first of all, my lips hurt like hell," You started, "And second, I have a boyfriend!" You said angrily.

Yan!Tattooist who laughed that one laugh of his, the one that always put a blush to your face, "Seeing on how you and your body reacts to me, honey, that 'boyfriend' of yours might as well be an exe," He said with a pointed smile, looking down at you as he leaned on his table of tools.

Yan!Tattooist who quietly watches as you look down and hesitate a bit before you stand up and storm off, he stayed still, letting you do as you pleased, as you had paid beforehand anyways. He knew where you lived from his little search last night, and he would definitely be visiting you tonight no matter if you know he was there or not.

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obsessivevoidkitten · 2 months

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At the Movies

Male Alpha Yandere x Transfem Omega Reader

CW: Noncon, extortion, coercion, cum licking, panty sniffing, a/b/o dynamics, stalking, general yandere behavior, musk, pheromones, knotting

Word Count: 866

(I had a dream that this happened to me last night and decided to write it as a story. Not beta read. Sorry for errors. I don't think transfem readers are really catered to that often, so hopefully some people feel represented without feeling fetishized in this. <3)

You were an omega. You had decided to go see a movie by yourself because the theater was playing old classic horror films every night this week. This was the first time since coming out as a trans woman that you had been out in public and you were extremely nervous. You had worked very hard on your makeup and had put on a cute skirt. Though you had a lot of anxiety, you also felt more yourself than you ever had before.

It was a Monday night and still a bit early, so there was no one else viewing the same movie that you were. You picked a good spot to watch from and settled in with your popcorn and drink. After a few good minutes, you felt more and more comfortable, until halfway through the film, you heard someone come in.

You didn't pay the person any attention until they were close enough for you to catch their scent. You recognised who it belonged to immediately. Your stalker, Shaun. He was a persistent alpha who had been after you for months. A total creep who thought you were meant to belong to him.

By the time you could smell him, he was already too close for you to escape. He sat down beside you and grabbed your wrist so you couldn't get away. With his other hand, he muffled your mouth so you couldn't scream. He leaned close, and his scent made you dizzy.

"Sorry I'm late for our date. I had to pick up Mr. Sir Squiggles."

Your blood ran cold. Mr. Sir Squiggles was your beloved hamster. The implication was clear. Stop struggling, or else he'd do something to your pet.

"Don't look so horrified, baby. I'd never hurt our pet. But I have custody, so if you want to see him, you'll have to do what I want with you and move in with me."

Shaun sounded so smug. He knew he had finally won. His romantic advances had failed, so why not keep your pet hostage? You cried silently and nodded so he knew you understood what you had to do. He released you from his grip and pulled you close with his arm around you. His pheromones were suffocating, and you could smell how aroused he was.

After a while, he noticed you shaking with nervousness but misinterpreted it as you being cold.

"You look cold, here~"

"N-no I'm fine." You sputtered.

He ignored you and draped you in his sweaty jacket. It did nothing to soothe your anxiety though his musl did make your body betray you in a humiliating fashion. Your cock was hard and slick was starting to leak from your ass. He could smell it as soon as it happened.

"Well I was going to wait until we got home, but if my girl needs it now, I'd be neglectful if I said no."

The tip of his cock was already visible poking out the leg of his shorts as he reached under your skirt and rubbed your soft thighs before ripping off your panties. He brought the tattered underwear to his nose and inhaled deeply before stuffing it into his pocket for later. You had to suppress the urge to run away and just let it happen.

Shaun pulled his shorts down enough for his eager prick to bounce free. Then he hitched up your skirt and pulled you on his lap, lowering you on his length in one smooth motion.

"I fit so well~ you were made for my cock."

You whimpered but he shushed you and kissed up your neck.

"Shhh, relax. Just watch your movie and enjoy my cock."

You tried to focus on the movie, to focus on anything but this gross violation. But it was impossible with him sliding so deeply into you while claiming, biting, and kissing your sensitive neck over and over. Je began to gently stroke your weeping cock. You couldn't help but moan softly as his knot swelled and brought you to orgasm. Your insides clenched and throbbed around his dick and finally made him drain his balls into you. He took the cum you spilled into his hand and smeared it on your lips before licking it off.

Shaun held you tight in his lap while waiting for his knot to stop swelling so that the two of you could uncouple. You panted and blankly watched the film while not really watching it as your head was overloaded with all that had just transpired. Occasionally, Shaun would kiss your neck gently or rub your legs in what he thought was a soothing manner.

Every once in a while, he'd whisper praise softly into your ear.

"You're so good at taking me."

"You look so pretty in a skirt."

"You're such a good girl."

When the movie ended, and when his knot decided to dislodge itself from your rear, Shaun led you out of the theater and into his car, cum slowly dripping down your legs the entire time. You were a mess, but too numb to really pay attention or care, but that was okay. Your new alpha boyfriend would take care of you.

#yandere x reader #alpha yandere #alpha x omega reader #Transfem reader #Transgirl reader #Male yandere x transfem reader #My OCs #My OC Shaun #Yandere a/b/o #yandere omegaverse #yandere

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newtthetranswriter · 2 months

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PLEASE WRITE THIS WHEN U HAVE TIME. I know your requests are closed, but I wanted to request this because my memory is very bad & I forget a lot of my ideas.

transfem reader w toji fushiguro (or gojo if you’d rather write him) who has gender dysphoria about her body? maybe she does everything she can to appeal to the stereotypically feminine view—makeup, hair, heels—but when she sees the women that flirt w her boyfriend, she can’t help but feel inferior. maybe her body’s too rectangular or her chest is too small.

I can’t seem to find any fics like this, and I really like your blog 🙏🙏 again, please write this when your requests are open.

Word count: 1932

Pairing Satoru Gojo x Trans!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Self doubt, mentions of transphobia (internalized and old fashioned views), ooc gojo?

A/n: Hello Thank you so much for requesting. I know you said I could wait to write it until I opened requests again, but I just felt inspired by this so I hope you enjoy it. Also I went with Gojo mainly because I'm not the biggest toji fan. I am trans masculine so I’m not 100% sure if I captured the feelings trans fem people feel so if there are any mistakes please let me know. Anyways enjoy and remember to Hydrate or Diedrate.

Dating Satoru was a dream come true. I mean seriously never would I have thought such a high ranking member of Jujutsu society would even look my way let alone The Satoru Gojo. But I guess I got lucky, and even though Satoru is one of the most loving people I have ever met, I can’t help but to doubt myself.

Afterall life as a transgender person is hard enough as it is but add the strict and stuff beliefs of the older generation of Jujutsu sorcerers and you have a breeding ground for self doubt. Everytime Satoru and I are in public or have to interact with one of the other clans, my mind is flooded with terrible thoughts. ‘How can Satoru stand to be seen with me, there are so many more beautiful women out there.’ or ‘He’d be better off with a cis woman who is truly beautiful.’ It’s hard to quiet these thoughts when I’ve heard these comments from the higher ups in passing and sometimes I believe them.

And today of all days, the thoughts are more precisdent as me and Satoru are out on one of the few dates we get with his busy schedule. I had spent hours before trying to look as beautiful as possible to make this date perfect, I had Shoko help me pick a nice outfit and the perfect pair of heels. I spent most of the day perfecting the perfect hairstyle and make-up look for the night. Eventually with major words of encouragement from Shoko and Satoru himself I was ready, I even started the night feeling confident that I looked amazing.

But alas all good feelings come to an end. Once we were at the restaurant, I couldn’t help but notice all the beautiful women staring at Satoru and I mean I can’t blame them but it just caused the thoughts to surface again. Noticing my slight shift in mood Satoru turned to me, “Hey is everything okay?” He asked as he placed his arm around my waist. Not wanting to worry him I just smiled and nodded at him. “Okay… but you know if there’s something bothering you let me know, Ok?” He said, I could tell he was skeptical but he dropped the topic when the hostess asked us to follow her to the table.

Once seated we talked briefly about how his students were doing and how curses were becoming more annoying as of late before dropping the topic of work and just talking about tv and plans for the next couple weeks. “And I was thinking that we could go check out the new mall that opened up recently, I saw some beautiful dresses I thought you might like and would love to get you a few,” Satoru explained as he looked at the menu in front of him.

“That sounds lovely.” I responded and was planning on continuing the conversation when a waitress approached the table.

Looking at the young woman, I couldn’t help but notice how she was the picture of feminine beauty. Curvy in all the right places, perfect hair and subtle but gorgeous make-up. “Hello I’m Ally, I’ll be your server tonight, can I get you any drinks?” Hearing her speak for some reason made my heart hurt, knowing I would likely never sound as young and girlish as her.

I noticed Satoru looked at me and I quickly wiped the look of doubt off my face before he could say anything. I guess it worked because he turned his attention back to the woman, and quickly ordered us some wine and an appetizer we had agreed on. The waitress wrote the order down before excusing herself to take care of the order. Once she had walked away Satoru turned back to me. “Are you absolutely positive nothing is wrong?” He asked as he placed his hand over mine on the table. Once again not wanting to sour the mood of the evening, I nodded and said I was fine and turned the topic back to the previous conversation.

After we got our drinks and we ordered our entrees, I couldn’t help but notice that our waitress was checking in on us more than what is normally expected. She would stop by the table every time she walked by to check if the wine was to our liking or if we needed anything while we waited for the main course. I quickly picked up on how she would get slightly closer to Satoru’s side of the table each time, it was also clear that Satoru hadn’t noticed the subtle comments being directed at him. I couldn’t help but think that he was saying anything about it because he liked being hit on by a cis woman. Maybe he secretly hates the fact that I'm trans and just doesn’t want to hurt my feelings. Eventually the thoughts got the best of me and tears started to well up in my eyes and it was taking everything out of me not to burst into sobs.

Once the waitress left again saying she would check on our food, Satoru turned to look at me, and I could see his eyes widen exponentially even through his dark sunglasses. “Hey, it’s ok. What’s wrong and don’t say nothing, something is clearly bothering you.” He said gently but sternly as he squeezed my hand and pulled his sunglasses off so I could make unobstructed eye contact.

Not having the strength to hold it in any longer I let out a few of my thoughts, maybe a little too loud for the setting but I couldn’t hold it in. “Why are you with me Satoru? You could have anyone, so why me?” It took the white haired male a second to process what was said but before he could speak, I continued. “I’m not beautiful like every woman here, I’m not curvy in all the right spots, my make up looks like a middle schooler did it, so why do you stay with me, when you could have a real woman?” I hated saying it but it was true in my mind, or at least I believed it. I wasn’t thin with big boobs and a big butt, I’m just flat. My figure is the opposite of curvy, I have broad shoulders and the flattest chest. I can’t grasp how someone so handsome can sit across from someone like me and say that I’m beautiful when so many better people are around.

After my mini outburst it was almost silent in our area of the restaurant. Satoru just looked at me stunned, he knew I suffered from dysphoria but he thought he had done a good job helping me feel better. The six-eyes user looked down at the table before speaking. “I know you have trouble believing me when I say this but you are the most beautiful person I have ever met. I don’t care if you aren’t curvy or if you struggle with make-up sometimes, No matter what you are beautiful to me.” As he said this he stood from the table and whipped the tears that had escaped my eyes from my face. While he was focused on me I noticed our waitress coming back this time with our food in hand. Seeing me look in that direction Satoru waved over the woman. “Can you have those put in togo boxes for us? My partner and I are done here.” I looked up at him shocked, but before I could protest he spoke again. “And before that can you please have your supervisor come speak with me?” Now I’m extremely confused.

“Satoru, what are you doing? I thought we were going to eat here?” I asked, confused, as I watched a nervous looking man approach. Satoru just stood up straight, put his sunglasses on and turned to the man who I’m now guessing is the supervisor.

“You must be the supervisor. I would like to file a complaint about the waitress who served me and my lovely partner here.” Satoru spoke in his formal tone he reserved for the higher ups, it was clear he was upset but he sounded so calm. “I was just trying to enjoy one of the rare occasions when I can pamper my Love, and your waitress spent most of the night hitting on me. Now I tried to be understanding and let it slide, but after numerous comments that clearly made my partner upset, I have decided that we will be taking our food to go and we will not be returning to this establishment.” While I didn’t expect that, I wasn’t expecting the look of concern that washed over the man’s face at my boyfriend's comment. “I will also be pulling all support from this restaurant that is provided by the Gojo estate.” With that final comment Satoru turned to me and offered his hand for me to take, as I stood up, the waitress from before brought our food now in to-go boxes and handed it to Satoru.

With food in hand we started to exit the restaurant, but before we could reach the door, the supervisor ran after us calling for Satoru. “Mr. Gojo please reconsider, I’ll fire this woman. Flirting with customers is against restaurant policy. Please do not pull the funding.” At first It seemed that he was actually upset about what the woman did but with the last sentence it was clear he was actually more worried about the money the Gojo clan apparently provided the business.

“No, I will be pulling the funding. You clearly care more about the money then how your employees are treating your top investors.” Satoru said not even looking at the man. With that we left and went home.

Once we were home and finished with our food, we laid down in our large bed and just cuddled with each other. Breaking the silence I asked a question I had been thinking about since we left. “Why did you do that?” I felt him looking at me clearly confused by the sudden question. “I mean tell that guy you were pulling the funding from the restaurant, I didn’t know the Gojo clan had investments in such things.” I was confused.

I felt Satoru chuckle as I laid on his chest before he spoke. “First, The Gojo clan has investments in a lot you don’t know about. Secondly I told him that because I meant it.” I lifted my head to look at him. As if reading my mind he continued, “I’m not going to support a business that only cares about the money and only has a problem with staff being disrespectful when their funds are threatened.” I nodded and was about to say something before he stopped me. “Plus I could tell you were uncomfortable the entire time and were just holding back for my sake. I want you to know that if there is ever a problem I will deal with it.”

“Thank you Satoru.” I said laying my head back on his chest. I decided it was probably time to go to sleep when I let out a small yawn.

As I drifted off, I heard Satoru speak one last time. “I love you, Y/n, don’t ever forget it. And I mean it when I say you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen, I could never wish for more.” With that he placed a kiss to the top of my head and we both fell asleep enjoying each other's embrace.

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