male-reader

[male-reader]

Moon Knight Master list

*-smut

[Marc]

Male Reader

FtM Reader

Coming out [Marc x reader x steven]

Genderneutral Reader

Child Reader

[Steven]

Male Reader

FtM Reader

Coming out [Marc x reader x steven]

Genderneutral Reader

Child Reader

[Jake]

Male Reader

FtM Reader

Genderneutral Reader

Child Reader

[male-reader]

hiii could i request a marc spector x ftm reader x steven grant please. the reader could be fully medically transitioned and has been dating marc and steven for a while but only steven knows that he’s trans and the reader decides to come out to marc but is worried about not being accepted.

First of all, thank you so much for the request, I think it’s a really wholesome idea and It was a delight to write. This is also my first Moon Knight fic so I hope I did it justice and that I get more motivation or requests for more from here on :)

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Marc x FtM Reader x Steven

[Coming out ]

"Y/n?" Steven's tone was timid and concerned. You had been pushing the food around your plate without taking a single bite for a while now. It was hard to eat with all the thoughts running through your head.

"You know…Marc doesn't know about me…that I was…born different…" You finally looked up at Steven, the realization changing his features. But he didn't say anything and let you continue.

"I was just thinking," you said. "That I might be ready to tell him. Well…he deserves to know, after all this time. But even if I do know him, I still can't help being nervous, you know?"

Steven smiled softly and nodded. You knew he understood.

"I'm just tired of hiding. I'm done turning around when I change so he wouldn't see my scars, done showering alone and probably making him feel unwanted in the process when it's just me being insecure…" You sighed out in relief, shoulders sagging.

"You have no idea how good it feels to finally say it…"

You looked into Steven's eyes again. It almost made you cry- all the openness, understanding, support. You didn't deserve him. You didn't deserve them.

"Come here," he said and opened his arms. You stood up and climbed in his lap without hesitation, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face against his jaw.

"Do you want me to get him?" Steven whispered while running a hand through your hair and you just nodded, taking a grounding breath.

With a last kiss to your temple you felt a halt in his movement and after a few moments you felt the body shift when Marc was brought to the front.

"Y/n? What's wrong? Stevie said you needed me."

The concern in his voice made you sniffle slightly and you tried your best to not cry too much. How could you have ever thought Marc wouldn't love you no matter what?

Your stupidity made you chuckle wetly, which only brought on more concern in Marc.

"Hey, what's all this about? It's alright, I can wait till you're ready." Marc pressed a kiss of his own to your hairline. It felt different than Steven's.

"There's something I need to tell you. I should have sooner, but I was…I wasn't ready yet and I was worried about your reaction."

Marc only nodded and let you speak. If you couldn't distinguish the two by the look in their eyes it could have been either of them.

With one last moment of grounding you finally let the truth out.

"There is a reason I've always avoided taking showers together, or turning around whenever I take my shirt off…"

There was a small knot of confusion between Marc's eyebrows while you took his hand and led it under your shirt, pressed against your skin until his fingertips brushed against one of the scars. It took some more courage, but you pulled off your shirt completely, revealing a set of twin scars one on either side of your chest.

"I'm trans. I wasn't born in the kind of body I was supposed to. And I hope it won't change anything between us. Steven found out, but I was still too nervous to let you know."

The silence that followed wasn't uncomfortable. You closed your eyes and focused on the way Marc's fingers traced along each scar. It made you shiver, and before you opened your eyes you felt soft lips press against your chest.

"I'm glad you felt comfortable enough to finally tell me. Of course it doesn't change anything. I still love you more than anything in the world."

You saw Marc pause with a far away look in his eyes and then chuckle. "Alright, alright. I still love you and Stevie both more than anything in the world."

You both laughed and the relief you felt was overwhelming. You pressed close to them, lips against lips, hands tight around each other. And there is nowhere else you would have rather been.

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I hope you enjoyed! I can't tell you how much I love these guys, and I'll be adding Jake to my request list from now on also, so there will be even more love to go around. Again, thank you for the request :)

[male-reader]

Hi, if you have the time could you write a Thomas Shelby x younger brother reader. Thomas being over protective and stuff and all up in his brothers business ending up with the reader getting annoyed as it would be expected if someone was always spying on you etc. Eventually Thomas gets fed up with reader being reckles and talks to him. Ends up with arguments then blah blah blah they make up. Also I am sorry for it being vague af,thanks :]

Hello, thank you for the request :)

Though unfortunately I don't write for Tommy anymore, for now at least (you can see in my request info if im taking requests for a character or not).

I might come back to this request or maybe some others because I still haven't gotten to watching the last season and I want to rewatch the whole show before I do because I don't remember a lot of stuff, so it might bring back my motivation for Tommy content.

Reminder for people to please always check to make sure if requests are open for the character you want, I really feel bad when I have to say no.

But again thank you for even considering a request from me it means a lot :)

[male-reader]

Are you still taking requests? 👀

Yes! :)

I recently just came back and currently I’m taking requests for Daryl Dixon and The Mandalorian, you can check out my request information on my pinned post where you can see my rules, what characters I do at the moment and what types of requests.

[male-reader]

Hello hello it's been a very long time

First thing I wanna say is that I'm very sorry to all the people who sent requests (there are a few in my inbox) and were never answered. I kinda went off Tumblr, it still feels a bit awkward to use but I decided to give it a go again. I haven't written anything since my last post here and I thought maybe I'd try again.

Currently the people I'll be taking requests for are Daryl Dixon (I'm watching The Walking Dead again and I remembered why I love him so much) and a new character- Din Djarin from The Mandalorian. I recently binged one season a day + The Book of Boba Fett and I can't say how much I love Din.

I realized I had way too many characters before and overwhelmed myself a bit, so I think 2 is a solid start.

Then again I never got any Daryl requests so I'll either try doing something myself first or maybe there will be some Din requests, who knows.

PLEASE READ ALL THE REQUEST INFORMATION BEFORE REQUESTING

Thanks to everyone who likes, reads or interacts in any way with what I do, it really means a lot :)

[male-reader]

Thinking abt maybe trying to write some Daryl Dixon x male or FtM reader since I started watching The Walking Dead. I'm not far, S2 EP4 but I can still try. Though I haven't written anything in probably half a year and I feel like I'm worse at writing X reader than ships. It'd be easier with some suggestions so I can get some ideas and see what I can do👍

[male-reader]

Hey:) I'm trying to write a start and was wondering what some important things you think about were when making the story and characters? Thanks!

Hmm...I'm not sure I'm the best person for this question. I can't really get behind any OC's and tend to connect to already existing characters from shows, movies, books etc. so the character is already shaped and some things just go along with their personality easily. That's why I tend to lean towards writing ships, but when there's a character I don't ship anyone with or I'm not confident that I could portray one of the pair I tend to do an X reader. I actually started with X readers (back when I was on Wattpad oof) and then did as much as I could with ships (Destiel and Hannigram mostly) and now I kinda made this account on Tumblr to test out the X readers a bit again, since Tommy Shelby came into my life. The thing with me is that writer's block is very frequent because I never think what I write is good enough, so it leads to me not writing at all.

For the story part, here when I get suggestions I kinda take that as a base and things shape around it by itself, but when writing by myself without a previous reauest I tend to stick to things I like and enjoy, though I know there are people that like testing their limits and exploring things they wouldn't usually write. I think as long as you write something you like, enjoy, makes you happy and you have that base insiparion and need for you should just go with your gut and try not to worry too much (wow I should really take my own advice).

In the end if you don't like something you can always go back and change things, try out new or different alternatives and see what you think fits best.

I hope this was at least a bit helpful :)

[male-reader]

If I may ask, do you write for Luca changretta?

Sorry, but no. Every person I accept requests for is on the list of my Request Information, perhaps someone else suits your fancy and you're welcome to request for them. I'm having a bit of a block with writing at the moment and mental health so I haven't posted in a bit, but if you leave a request I'll definitely get to it as soon as I'm better :3

[male-reader]

When you’re writing what happens next and you just gotta push through cuz it’s not gonna finish itself

When you're writing and you suddenly realize you don't know what happens next

[male-reader]

reblog this if you’re a fanfic writer & your motivation to write actually increases when readers actually show interest & give you feedback. even just a reblog or a little comment here and there

[male-reader]

Are you taking requests? And/Or still taking requests? If you are I would really love to read a Tommy Shelby x FtM Reader fluff where he helps them cope with their dysphoria. Specifically lack of top surgery.

It’s going to be okay.

Tommy Shelby x FtM reader

Note: I know I said that I had problem with writer’s block and probably won’t be posting any writing for a bit, but when this request came in I had to write it since one of the reason I’m currently having a hard time is because of mental health and dysphoria, so it really helped to write this for myself and the request.

Thank you a lot for requesting this, I hope you like it :3

WARNING: chest dysphoria

Please don't bind with bandages, it's very dangerous and can decrease your chances of being able to have top surgery in the future!

The day wasn’t going well for you and you couldn’t wait to return to the comfort of home. You were on foot, too self conscious to talk to strangers and get a ride. Besides, you didn’t have any money with you. You weren’t used to always carrying some like Tommy whose pockets were always full.

Huge relief filled you when you walked through the door, inhaling the smell of Arrow house. It was strange for you to think of it as home. It was difficult convincing yourself that Tommy loved you as much as he said because of your insecurities.

You hung up your coat and cap by the door before continuing farther inside, a smile growing on your features as you spotted the pure white german shepherd trotting toward you. He didn’t have a name yet, but Tommy couldn’t say no to you after you found it barely holding on to life a few days ago.

Your companion followed you upstairs, tail wagging with joy. Tommy liked to keep up his exterior neutral whenever the animal seeked his attention, but you knew that he had a soft spot for him. You caught him petting the animal and speaking to it quietly whenever he thought no one was watching. He mostly speaks to him in Romani which you can’t understand, but you can quess by the soft tone of Tommy’s voice whenever he does it.

You could hear Tommy talking on the phone in his office, risking a peek inside. The door was fortunately well kept and didn’t squeak to reveal your location. You could instantly tell Tommy wasn’t happy.

“Another week? Another fooking week? Yesterday you said that it would be ready by today’s evening!”

You didn’t stay to hear the rest, silently closing the door and sighing. The white shepherd whined next to you and followed you into the bedroom where you looked yourself into the mirror. You liked how you looked in the ‘traditional’ Peaky Blinders attire. The many layers helped to hide your chest completely.

That’s why when undressing each layer you took off made you feel worse and worse. The last thing you had on was something Tommy had specially made for you and you cried when he showed you. You were confused when he took you to see one of his friends and very uncomfortable when said friend took measures of your upper body, but only a few days later he presented you with something that would compress your chest more safely than the bandages would and it was definitely more comfortable.

You wanted to keep it on now, but after the long day of wearing it you felt exhausted and stiff from the ache. You threw a sheet across the mirror before you finished undressing and quickly reached for one of Tommy’s large shirts and underwear.

You loved wearing Tommy’s things, specially when you felt bad about yourself.

You proceeded to curl on the bed you both shared, laying on where Tommy usually sleeps. There were only two rules regarding your new canine companion. One: he’s not allowed into Tommy’s office and Two: he’s not allowed on the bed. Yet still when the dog watched you with its large blue eyes and jumped on the bed to curl up into your arms you couldn’t send him away, specially with how bad you were feeling.

You stayed like that for a while, stuck in your thoughts, overthinking and drowning in self loathing. So much that you didn’t notice Tommy enter the bedroom. He could instantly tell what the problem was. It was the only thing that could get you like this.

“Y/n, why didn’t you come find me?” Tommy sat down on the bed, glancing to the white mass of fluff in your arms with a fond look void of anger and then proceeded to pay attention to you.

“You were on the phone. You were angry and it sounded important…”

You knew it was a lame excuse, given the fact that Tommy explicitly told you countless of times that no matter what he is doing at the time you come to him if you’re feeling bad about anything. Doesn’t matter if he’s on the phone or meeting someone.

“Sorry…” You added weakly and Tommy sighed, brushing his knuckles against your cheek gently. “No apologies.” Tommy murmured and quickly undressed to his underwear, laying behind you so he could wrap his arms around you completely. After all of this time he already learned which places he should avoid to make you most comfortable, so you relaxed after feeling his hands were exactly where you wanted them to be.

“I know you said he’s not allowed on the bed-”

“Shh, from now on there’s only one rule,”

You could feel Tommy’s gentle smile against your neck when he pet the dog’s head, chuckling when his hand was licked. “Have you thought of a name yet?” You thought for a bit before shaking your head. “That’s okay, I’m sure he doesn’t mind.” You laughed at that weakly and buried your face in the soft fur of the large animal. You remembered how thin and dirty he was when you found him.

“I love you so much...you’re the most handsome man I have ever met…” Tommy’s words brought a red flush to your face, specially when he proceeded with pressing soft kisses to your neck and jaw.

“I don’t ever want you to think that you don’t deserve any of this, or that you are an inconvenience to me or anyone in my family. I love you and I would do anything to make you the happiest you can be. Got it?”

You sniffled slightly and turned your head to look at Tommy, exhaling through your nose when he pressed his lips to yours.

It’s going to be okay.

[male-reader]

Just a little update!

There are currently 3 requests in my inbox along with some unrequested things that I have (all Tommy Shelby) which I'll get to asap. Currently I'm dealing with a little writer's block. I think I have half of each already written down or at least planned so once I get the motivation back I should have a bunch of things ready for posting.

Hope you're having a nice day/evening :)

[male-reader]

In love with Tommy being in love with horses.

[male-reader]

Not a request, just wanted to say I love your writing :))

Aww thank you so much! :3

I started this blog because I fell in love with Tommy and wanted to write something with him. He's just such a great character and I wanted to explore what I could do with him.

Because I don't think I could write anything Tommy x Alfie (since I only write male x male) there was only one other option. When I first started writing it was x male and FtM readers since I'm FtM myself and there weren't many out there, and then I moved to ships.

It was just a win-win situation now that I get to do something with Tommy and make others happy while reading it :) (though I added some new characters to my request list now, but Tommy got me writing again)

I don't think I would if there wasn't anyone out there enjoying what I do, so it always gives me a boost when someone tells me they like what I do.

Thank you a lot and all of the people reblogging and sharing!

[male-reader]

Tommy Shelby master list

*- smut

Male reader

Diabetic monstrosity

Beat up

Son reader

Caught

FtM reader

*Come to bed with me?

*Pointless argument

It's going to be okay.

Genderneutral reader

Clarity

Laugh

[male-reader]

Can I have a Thomas Shelby imagine where the reader is FTM and gets attacked for it a lot but knows how to hold themselves in a fight and doesn’t see a huge problem with it but Thomas gets angry about it a lot so they have sex to get his frustrations out? ❤️

Come to bed with me?

Tommy Shelby x FtM reader

This was sort of a comfort fic for myself. I hope you enjoy.

WARNING: mild injuries, a bit angsty, smut (but soft and loving), anal sex, bottom reader, FtM bottom anatomy (aka. post HRT growth), post top surgery chest scars

You let out a heavy sigh after the last man hit the floor, the dusty street falling quiet. You hated it, but there was nothing you could do about it. Not even Tommy, which is what bothered him the most. You hated seeing him so angry at himself and feeling useless. It hurt your heart because he didn’t see it through your eyes. You didn’t care about it all because that’s just the way things worked in Birmingham. Shitty city, shitty people.

It was completely dark by the time you got home and you could see there was light coming from Tommy’s window. With a final deep breath you pushed through the door and hung up your coat and hat. It was like only now things seemed to be catching up to you and you felt sick in your stomach. All of the things they spat your way stung your eyes. You quickly wiped the wetness away, hearing Tommy coming down the stairs.

Pain twisted on his face as soon as he laid eyes on you. You knew what was going through his head.

“Oh, Y/n…” He stopped before you and carefully grabbed your chin so he could get a better look at your face. “It’s okay,” you said quietly and sighed, feeling tired. “I just want to go to bed.”

You could see how quickly Tommy’s sadness turned to anger, his face sharpening, eyes growing dark. You didn't like that face. It was too stiff. “I’m gonna cut their bloody eyes out for laying their filthy hands on you.” He turned around and reached for his hat, but you knew better than to allow this.

“Hey, hey, Tommy look at me,” You grabbed his face and made him turn back to you. The lines in his face were deep and heavy, showing you all of the things he’s been through. “Y/n please let me go do this,”

“No.”

You put your hand on the back of his neck and brought him closer, leaning your forehead against Tommy’s. You could feel the tension in his body. “Don’t leave me Tommy.” His features softened at your words and you knew he would stay.

“Come to bed with me?”

He didn’t need to answer. Tommy let you pull him up the stairs slowly, your steps a soft echo in the quiet house. You kissed him after the door closed, bringing your faces close together again. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, making you feel safe and protected despite the fact you could hold your own ground.

Piece by piece the clothes ended up on the floor until you were both left naked. Tommy’s hand glided up your stomach and over your chest, brushing along the scar tissue gently. You didn’t have to hide from him.

You wrapped your fingers around the wrist of his hand that was pressed to your chest, removing it and closing the distance between your mouths. You could feel the warmth that radiated from him when he slowly backed you to the bed and began trailing kisses down your body. Making love always made you both feel better after things like that happened.

“You belong to me, and me only, got it?”

A smile formed on your lips and you let your fingers run through Tommy’s hair, gently tugging at the end. “Always.” You whispered and inhaled slowly when you felt Tommy’s fingers probing at your entrance. It made your growth harden and you let out a small moan.

Tommy took his time and worked on you slowly until you let him know you were ready. You loved this side of Tommy Shelby. The side that loved and cared for you. The gentle side that made you feel loved. There were times when you needed this more than the fast and rough sex, but you and Tommy found a perfect balance between the two.

Before you knew it Tommy was pushing inside, making you feel full and elated with warmth. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he pulled you in his lap, letting you bury your nose in his neck while his arms held you protectively. He began thrusting into you slowly and evenly, bringing moans out from both of you.

You could hear the little words he muttered, telling you how much he loved you, that you are safe and protected. You answered with your own words of love, feeling yourself coming close to climax. Tommy slowly stopped instead of pulling out right away and came on the sheets to the side so you wouldn’t have to get cleaned up.

You felt happy and light in Tommy’s arms, hearing his heart beat at an even pace after he calmed down. After that he just held you in the silent, dim room and pressed his lips to your forehead.

“I won’t let anything happen to you ever again.”

[male-reader]

Can I get a Thomas Shelby baking with his boyfriend

Diabetic monstrosity

Tommy Shelby x male reader

Enjoy! I had so much fun writing this :)

When you live in a place like the Arrow House with Tommy Shelby there aren’t many things you don’t get to have and most of them get made, done, and brought to you on a silver platter. So it definitely took Tommy by surprise when you asked him if he had ever baked anything. That’s how things ended up here- it turns out neither of you really knew what you were doing, but it didn’t mean that you weren’t gonna give it your best.

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“Y/n I don’t think you’re supposed to add that much suga-”

“Who’s the boss here, Tommy?”

Tommy was split between slight amusement and a bubbly feeling that was gathering in his chest from the other man’s antics. On the other hand it was a huge turn on for him to see you take control like that.

“Oi! Tommy quit daydreaming and pass me the flour.”

“Yes, Sir,” Tommy obediently retrieved it and you had to hide the slight smirk that formed on your face. “Here you are.” You turned to grab for the bag. What you weren’t expecting was a faceful of flour.

That was the moment you gave up.

Whatever diabetic monstrosity Tommy and (mostly) you threw together didn’t have any potential to begin with. Fuck it- you tackled Tommy to the ground and tried to get revenge. The end result was both of you completely powdered with flour. Tommy’s hair was snow white and his clear blue eyes stared at you from where they were surrounded by white.

You could see a grin began to crack on Tommy’s face and you had to restrain yourself from smacking him in the face.

“Tommy I swear to God if you laugh I will make you eat it.”