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sink with me ( girl!noah x f!reader )
kinksgiving day one: shibari
pairing: girl!noah x f!reader cw: 18+ MDNI â ïž genderbent characters (always a girl noah), dominant f!reader, mentions of sex work, shibari, orgasm denial, kink negotiations, subby noah, hair pulling, face slapping, mommy kink, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, strap ons, aftercare. word count: 2.8k author's note: leftovers from kinktober that i never finished! so, happy kinksgiving. this one was fun as hell to write and soon i will have genderbent all the omens...title comes from "forever sinking" by ocean sleeper. divider by @saradika-graphics đȘąbless @darksigns-exe for the inspo of girl!noah's tattoo <3
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The knock on your apartment door disturbs your bath. Reaching out of the tub, you pick your phone to check the time. Your client is almost thirty minutes early. Mild frustration bubbles beneath your skin and you lift yourself out of the water. You pull the plug and grab your robe, seeing no point in rushing to the door. They knew what time they were supposed to be there. If they didnât want to remember the time, theyâd have to come in and wait for you while you prepare.
âYou better have a damn good reason for not remembering the rules, Noah.â you say when you open your apartment door.
Noah, usually so full of anger and swagger on stage, stares at you with a cute little dumbfounded expression. âI donâtâŠI just got antsy.â
Itâs not a good enough answer, and she knows it. Sheâll pay for it. Which is probably exactly what she wanted in the first place.
âOkay, well I could make you just sit out here for the next half hour,â you see the protest forming on Noahâs lips, and as tempting as it is to listen to her plead her case, you roll your eyes and step aside. âOr you can just park it on the sofa while I finish getting ready.â
âThank you.â she murmurs gratefully.
You let Noah walk past you, your gaze softening once sheâs not looking. She obviously showed up early for a reason, and though you wonât let her see it, youâre a little worried about her. Closing the door and turning the lock, you look over your shoulder to watch as Noah does exactly what she was told to do. She sits down on your sofa, and she waits.
âI wonât be long. Donât move from that spot.â
Youâve seen all types come through your door and honestly, Noah is no different from any of them. Everyone needs the same thing; a distraction, you give them a semblance of control that theyâre missing somewhere in their lives. And youâre more than happy to provide that. Even for the front woman of an up and coming band who is probably drowning beneath the pressures of newfound fame.
Leaving her in the safety of your living room, you walk down the hall to your room, not bothering to close the door behind you. Noah prefers her scenes in the living room, and you have a selection of items laying on the end of the bed that youâd planned to bring out before she arrived. You take your time putting on a simple lingerie set, something decadent in red that Noah will like. Instead of putting back on the robe that youâd had on when your bath was ruined, you find another one, something in silk that you donât bother to tie off as you gather the items from their place.
When you come back out in the living room, you see that Noah is exactly where you left her, elbows propped up on her knees, chin in one of her palms. Her eyes raise slowly as you enter the room, but you ignore her in favor of depositing things on the coffee table before her; a length of rope that matches the same shade of red as your lingerie, a set of safety scissors, and a harness and dildo that Noah always picks out when she comes to see you. You watch the way she looks over each item greedily, before looking up at you again.
âThis is what you were hoping for, correct?â you ask. She nods and you make a face at her. âWords, Noah. You know youâve got to make it through this part before you get anything you want.â
âYes mommy,â she says without missing a beat.
âSo, you want me to use all of this on you?â
âYes,â her answer is automatic, and you nod in approval. âIâd like that very much.â
Giving her another nod, you gesture for her to stand. Sheâs taller than you, but youâve never let that stop you before. A snap of your fingers and she shrugs out of her jacket and then her hoodie, leaving each piece of clothing in a careful pile in the chair by the sofa. You watch as fabric gives way to inked skin, and you wonder how many people get to see this much of her on a regular basis. You only know so much. As much as Noah lets you. It would be cliche to say that sheâs one of your favorites, but it might be true.
âTurn around for me, Noah.â
She does as you ask and you step up behind her to pull her hair back off of her shoulders, twisting the strands into a loose braid. Your fingertips trace over her back piece, just an outline of Joan of Arc for now but itâll be something when itâs done. Noah shivers under your touch, and turns back around when youâre finished. Her hands hang loosely by her sides, and she meets your gaze head on.
âSafeword?â
âTraffic lights.â Noah says.
âHard limits tonight?â She chews on her bottom lip, obviously hesitant to say what she doesnât want. Usually sheâs more prepared than this. âItâs okay, Noah.â
âNo name calling, nothing degrading at least,â she says at last.
You nod. âOkay. What are your soft limits?â
âSlapping? AndâŠpulling my hair.â
Itâs pretty tame, by your standards, but itâs your goal to make sure that sheâs comfortable with you, that she feels safe and she gets what she wants out of this. Honestly, your pleasure is secondary, unless Noahâs in a mood. Sheâs left you a complete mess more than once because that was all she wanted.
Tonight, sheâs the one who will be a mess.
âFind your position.â
It would be easy just to have Noah kneel, but since sheâs going to be tied up, you need her to start out in a place that youâll be able to tie her then move her. She edges into the middle of the room and sits down on the floor, stretching a little bit before pulling her legs up and resting her arms on her thighs. This position will leave her fully exposed and one good push would send her right over on her back once youâve tied her.
Picking up the rope, you walk over and crouch down in front of her. She straightens her shoulders, and you reach out to run your fingers down her inked throat. âColor?â
âGreen.â she says confidently.
You shrug out of your robe and unwind the rope. Noahâs eyes never leave your face as you first tie her forearms and wrists, and then tie her wrists to her thighs. Each turn of the rope seems to make something soften in her, making her pliant, until youâre looking at her and you see that her eyes are closed now. She breathes deeply through her nose, exhales slowly through her mouth. You take a separate section to tie her torso, around her breasts and down to her waist. Finally, you tie her where her elbows are cinched on the bottom of that rope, leaving her bound from her shoulders down to just above her knees.
âTry and move for me, Noah?â
She tries to lift her arms, but canât. If she wanted, she could stretch out her legs, but it would just change her balance and sheâd fall forward. Her only option is to keep her legs bent at the knees. You make a noise of approval, sliding your hands up her inner thighs, pushing her legs open wider. You trace your fingers over the tattooed skin that shows between the columns of rope. Her chest rises and falls with each breath and you move to your knees. You let her take as long as she needs to settle, and then you slide your hand further down between her legs. Her gasp of surprise is cute, as if she werenât expecting it. You take your time, teasing your fingers into her slowly.
âI think youâre gonna make a mess on my floor,â you say, and you see the way Noahâs cheeks go red.
If it were a different night when sheâd want you to be mean to her, you could probably make her cry about it. But that isnât what sheâs after and instead of degrading her for it, you just curl your fingers higher inside of her and lean in so that your tongue teases over the skin around the ropes on her chest. Your tongue swirls around her nipple, teeth gently closing on it. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Noah's hands clenched into fists when she realizes she can't touch. When you look up at her, her eyes are wide, her mouth open a little. She's doing her best to stay still as you touch her, because squirming is only going to put her off balance.
âCan I come?â Noah asks, and you sit back, moving your fingers faster. Your thumb brushes over her clit and her jaw clenches. âMommy, please, can Iââ
âNo.â you say, pulling out your fingers.
She lets out a noise of disappointment and you can see the way her limbs are trembling already. Slowly you count to ten before letting your fingers slide back inside of her. Noah makes a move like she wants to shift away, already dripping again down your hand, but holds herself still again as you bring her close to her climax for the second time. Just as sheâs on the edge, you pull away and this time her cry of protest is louder.
The slap to her cheek isnât hard, if anything it was nothing more than a pat. Noah sucks in a deep breath and you grab onto her chin with fingers wet with her own slick. âColor?â
âGreen,â she gasps out.
âWeâre gonna move now, okay? Turn around and shuffle back, just like that.â
Noahâs moved now so that she can lean back into the love seat, her back supported by a cushion you put down behind her. The move also puts her legs higher and you tap on her inner thighs for her to open them wider. When you sink your fingers back inside, a sob-like sound comes out of her mouth and she does squirm this time, rocking down on your hand as much as the ropes will let her. You feel her clenching around your fingers, trying to keep you there even though youâre going to pull away yet again.
âYellow,â Noah says and you immediately pull away. âSorry, sorry, I was going toâand I donât want to disappoint you.â
You frown because thatâs not the direction you want to go at all. Scooting closer, you tip her chin up so she meets your eyes. âYou could never disappoint me, Noah, you were doing so good. I wouldnât have punished you for itâŠmuch.â
This brings a bashful smile to her face and she shifts around a little. You give her a few minutes to settle again, lightly tracing your fingers over her arms and thighs.
âHow are you feeling? Anything bothering you?â you ask. You cannot wait to see the marks when you undo the rope later.
Noah shakes her head. âIâm ready to continue when you are, back to green.â
You take her at her word; despite the light sheen of sweat on her tattooed skin and the wild look in her eyes, youâve done this enough times to be able to tell that sheâs okay. But instead of touching her again, you lean back. âI think itâs time for something else, gotta give the needy girl what she really wants, right?â
She nods in agreement, and you smile indulgently, getting up long enough to undress and grab the rest of the supplies from the table. She gazes up at you as you slip on the harness and adjust everything correctly. You know that you could play this up, have her go down on youâon the fake cock that sheâs currently eying greedilyâbut instead you kneel back down. Her frustration at not being able to touch you is palpable as she squirms around, and you hook her braid around your hand and tug.
âBe still for me, Noah, youâve been so good so far.â You say, the hint of a warning clear in your voice.
âSorry, mommy,â she murmurs, looking up at you. You donât buy the innocent act at all, but you twist the braid again until she gasps, trying to arch away. âIâm sorry!â
You believe her now, and you let go, tapping the end of her nose with your finger. âThatâs my girl. Now, sit up a bit for me?â
She does as you ask and you pull the cushion out from behind her, tossing it on the floor and then tipping Noah over. She lets out a little laughing protest, and itâs a little amusing watching her try to get into a position by herself. Eventually you give in and help her so that the pillow is up under her hips, her shoulders pressed to the floor. Sheâs always liked to have her eyes on you, and you wonât deny her that.
Reaching down, you wrap your hand around the dildo and feel absolutely nothing. Itâs always a mindfuck for you, and you like it, the curious disconnect that comes with giving someone pleasure from something that only gives you a little bit of an after effect. But itâs in the way that Noahâs eyes go glassy and wide as you slowly push into her that gives you more of a powerful feeling. In your mind, no one else can do this for her, make her feel like this.
âDoes it feel good, Noah?â you ask once itâs fully inside, your hips flush to the back of her thighs. The ropes graze your skin and you slide your fingers beneath them for leverage. âIs this what you needed?â
âGreen, really fucking green,â she gasps out.
Youâre glad sheâs remembering to check in with you even when you donât ask for it, and you reward her by pulling almost all the way back out and using your grip on the rope to yank her back down. She yelps and her fingers scrabble at nothing, still tethered to her thighs, and you know it must be frustrating that she canât do anything. But thatâs the entire point, sheâs given you all of the control here, and you happily take it to give her exactly what she needs.
Each thrust of your hips draws a new sound out of her and you donât even try to drag it out now, hips pistoning into hers. You take pity on her and lace your fingers through hers on one hand, giving her something to hold on to while you take her apart. Your other hand reaches down, thumb teasing over her clit in quick circles.
âCome whenever you want to, Noah.â You say, not expecting her to last much longer.
Her fingernails dig into the back of your hand and she arches up off the floor when she finally falls over the edge, tears spilling down her cheeks. As soon as she goes lax beneath you, you pull away slowly so as not to overstimulate her to the point of pain. Looking down at her, trying to catch her breath, eyes still clenched shut, you know she got exactly what she needed when she came here tonight.
âIâm going to get the scissors now, okay?â you rub a hand over her stomach to get her attention from wherever sheâs drifting in her mind. She nods once. âStay still for me.â
You get up long enough to take off the harness and grab the safety scissors from the table. Noahâs exactly how you left her, eyes still closed, when you kneel back down. You cut her arms free first, slowly rubbing your hands over the skin to make sure sheâs still got the feeling in them. Each piece of rope that falls to the floor makes her breathing even out, and eventually sheâs watching you as you remove the final pieces from her thighs.
Leaning over her, you place a soft kiss on her lips.
âThank you,â she whispers, and you smile, helping her sit up.
âIâm thinking you need a bath, and a big glass of water. Are you okay to move?â
Noah looks down at her thighs, tracing her fingers over the indentations left behind from the rope. She shivers when you do the same to the marks on her chest. Itâs always been one of your favorite parts of after, seeing whatâs been left behind.
âWhat about you?â
âOh, thatâs also what the bath is for,â you say as you undo her tangled braid. âYou interrupted mine after all. I think youâve still got to pay for that.â
Noah smirks as she manages to let you pull her to her feet. âWhatever you want.â
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#genderswap fic#noah sebastian x f!reader#girl!noah x f!reader#bad omens fic#bad omens fanfiction#bad omens fanfic#bad omens smut#kinksgiving 2024#.ficbysitkowski
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Cas Genderswaps a Vessel - Part 5
Gender is a Social Construct and Time is Fake â ComicBooksBro  Ao3
Nonspecific timeframe. Temporarily in a female vessel, Cas thinks this is a good time to tell Dean about his feelings. Dean wants to talk about it when heâs back in his usual one.
Word Count: 1k                                No Sex
Test Drive â Anonymous  Ao3
Nonspecific timeframe. A run in with witched left Cas with different genitalia. Dean offers to show him how sex can be different.
Word Count: 2k                                PWP
Dress - tricia_16Â Â Ao3
Set Post S15. They got together in heaven and are blissfully happy, but Cas is curious about what sex would be like as a woman so Dean agrees to show a female Cas all his best moves.
Word Count: 11k                             Graphic Sexual Acts
What Might Have Been â waywardaquarius  Ao3
Set S13. Testing the waters, Cas returns from the empty in a female vessel. While Dean is pleased that heâs back, he doesnât want them to kiss again until Cas is back in Jimmy Novak.
Word Count: 3k                                No Sex
I See You â violentdaydream  Ao3
Set S6. Watching over Dean invisibly, Cas ends up having a chat with Lisa and she figures out a few things. And she decides to prove to the angel how much he means to Dean by talking to the hunter about things while Cas is watching. Going even further, she invites Cas to possess her to comfort Dean in a different way.
Word Count: 19k                             Graphic Sexual Acts
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In my hyperfixation on fem!Laios from the omake, I must remind you all:
fem!Senshi (Femshi) is adorable. Pure mom-shaped. I feel like she pretty much took over that one corner of Level 2 and turned it into diner so no adventurer or orc or young ones goes hungry.
And just try telling me that Zon didn't consider putting a ring on it.
Femshi and Maizuru would be a mom-squared power couple. You will finish your dinner.
(also if fem!Laios exists in the same universe as Femshi, then they accidentally become foils to one another regarding expectations of women and motherhood. Laios finding dissatisfaction in being a mother and wife back in her home village, while Senshi is living her best life as the adoptive mother figure for the whole dungeon)
#delicious in dungeon#dungeon meshi#dunmeshi#senshi of izganda#genderswap#genderbends#fic ideas#fem!senshi
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eepy hualesbians for a wip fic / follow to get fucking lesbianed!!!
#hua cheng: which matching cami set should i wear tonight jiejie#xie lian: um idk im wearing the shirt i found in the walmart dumpster#i loooove this drawing so much theres so much headcanon in it#the tan line on xlâs neck. the scars on hcâs thighs. the missing eye. the $2.99 thrift store purchase#also the lesbianism. theres a lot of lesbianism in this image.#its like a visualizer for a song but instead its fanart of my own fic#tgcf#hualian#art#my art#lesbian#hualesbians#tian guan ci fu#hua cheng#xie lian#tgcf fanart#mxtx#genderswap#genderbend cw#modern au#self harm scars tw#sh scars tw#self harm scars cw#suggestive cw#suggestive tw#i hate tagging triggers on here so much theres a bajillion different ways to tag each one and i know what its like#to find a brand new and exciting(/s) spelling/arrangement of a tag you have filtered#i want 2 tag as accurately as possible. alas. the horrors of phrasing
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Her cold, dark eyes were boring into Harryâs, who met her gaze unflinchingly, concentrating hard on what he had seen in his dream, willing Snape to read it in his mind, to understand⊠[OotP, ch. 37]
#severus snape#pro snape#genderswapped snape#female severus snape#i used to be an eva-green-as-female-snape-hater but actually sheâs perfectâŠâŠ forgive me guys#yes snape smokes like crazy sheâs a spy okay she canât get drunk let her have her cigarettes#ughhhhh what are yalls preferred femsnape ships i want to write so much fic but i love so many idk where to start#femsnape/sirius always a winner but femsnape/HARRY i could make it so sexy#letâs get weird with it
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I see your genderswapped Rachel / Ricki / Dixie Grayson and raise you:
Fanny Grayson
#you gotta give her an old fashioned nickname that is now used as slang for genitalia#or whatâs the point?#batfam#dick grayson#fanfic#genderswap#silly fic things#fem!dick grayson#nightwing#robin
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pardon my emotions
đ a landoscar fic đïž girl!lando and boy!oscar racing au (rule 63) đïž 15.8k words đ read on ao3
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The first thing he notices about Lando in person is sheâs actually justâŠÂ more than he thought. Onscreen, her presence that fizzles between sprightly and serious, depending on the outcome of a race. But in person, she just seems to be thinking all the time. The way she canât seem to sit properly. Pulling a leg under her, always in a stance that makes Oscar wonder if sheâs going to hurt her back. Teeth gnawing the straw of her water bottle, contemplative as the team runs through data and engineering reports and design upgrades for 2023âs car. Lando doesnât miss a beat, asking questions that make eyebrows go up, making inquiries about feasibility and feedback on the car from last year that make several pairs of hands go flying across keyboards, pens scribbling across notepads. Sheâs a formidable leader. And sheâs barely two years older than him, which shows how much he has to learn.
tags: @scuderiabs, @lescarbille, @momimf1ne, @alwayssortbykudos
thank you to @monacotrophywife, and YL (not on f1blr) for the beta reading 𧥠and @alphatinies for the bonus cheerleading!!
#landoscar#lando norris#oscar piastri#ln4#mctwinks#twinklaren#girl!lando fic#op81#814#wiz.writing#814m#f1 rpf#f1blr#rule 63#genderswap#genderbend#f1 fanfiction#f1 fanfic#weirdly a bit nervous about posting this fic#girl!lando has lived in my head for a very long time and i like her a lot#i hope you all enjoy the lil story even 1% as much as i did getting to know her on paper and writing her
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Jamie / Homelander sings as she makes coffee for herself and Y/NâŠ
Jamie: gosh your lips are deliciousâŠbaby itâs cold outside
Y/N: wow you have the most amazing voice Iâve ever heard.
Jamie: this stays between us.
Y/N: donât want Vought to find out?
Jamie: and let them do to me what theyâre doing to Starlight? No thanks. If Iâm only gonna sing, itâs only for you
Y/N: and thatâs why I love you, Jamie
Y/N kisses a blushing Jamie on the foreheadâŠ
For @nevermore-69
#female Homelander#brie larson#homelander#homelander x reader#the boys#the boys 2019#the boys prime#the boys fanart#the boys fanfic#the boys fic#the seven#dawn of the seven#rule 63#genderbend#gender swap#genderswap#genderbent
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I love all your headcanons and opinions and art about Zoro and Sanji's sex life!! Do you have any smut you've written?
Thank you!!!!
I donât have anything thatâs finished, but as per usual I have about a million wips
So hereâs a part of a wip Iâve been writing where Zoro gets turned into a woman and zosan end up in a fucked up situationship đ
âYou need to get laid.â
Sanji hurled the wooden spoon at his head. Zoro reached up and caught it from the air before it made contact, bringing it to his mouth to drag his tongue through the sauce coating the end. It was perfect, of course. That didnât stop him from eyeing the cook as he licked his lips and offering,
âTastes a little sweet.â âjust to watch the way the other man bristled at the jab.
âMaybe to someone with the taste buds of a mutated sea cucumber!â He snarled, slamming the lid back into the pot with a loud clang and turning down the flame. âAnd what I do in private is none of your business, so back off unless you want me to knock you through that wall.â
The threat was as empty as they came. Sanji had already made it abundantly clear where Zoro currently fell on his inane fighting spectrum. Despite the strong words, heâd no more raise a polished shoe to Zoro right now than he would roundhouse kick Nami for asking the time of dayâa thought that pricked up Zoroâs spine in an uncomfortable way. It had only been a few days, but he was already itching for the normality of their fights. A day spent without Sanji trying to cave his skull in was a day he spent bored. He needed the thrum of a good fight, the exertion that came only from being pitted against someone who matched your strength. That brief moment in time where Sanjiâs head was filled with nothing but him. If the cook wouldnât fight him, heâd have to get his fill another way. Zoroâs determination returned two-fold, and the words were leaving his mouth before he could reconsider what a bad idea this was.
âIâll fuck you,â Zoro said, downing the last mouthful of sake from the bottle. âProbably be the first time youâve ever actually touched a woman.â
Sanji whipped around, cigarette crunched between his teeth as he bristled.
âListen you stupid Neanderthal, Iââ The rest of the insult was choked off as Sanjiâs mouth clamped shut, eyes going comically wide as he registered Zoroâs proposition for what it was. âWhat?â
âI said Iâll fuck you.â The empty sake bottle clinked as Zoro set it down, pushing his seat back to stand from the table. âOr more accurately, Iâll let you fuck me.â
âWHAT MAKES YOU THINK I WANT TO FUCK YOU?â The screech of Sanjiâs voice shot so loud Zoro was almost worried the others would hear it from wherever they were on the island. It was laughable, the way Sanji shook with barely contained rage, as though Zoro hadnât felt the burning gaze on him any time his back was turned. As though Sanji hadnât made it painfully obvious he no longer knew where to look when Zoro was in the room.
âEverything about how youâve been acting the past days makes me think that.â
Sanji dropped his gaze to the floor under the pretense of glaring at the wood, but Zoro could see the embarrassment flickering through his expression. He wrapped his hand around Kitetsu, sliding the sword free from its holster, still sheathed in its saya, and angled the blade beneath the cookâs chin. Sanji jolted at the touch, gaze darting back up to Zoro as he continued,
âYou canât look at me because youâre attracted to me.â
Sanji opened his mouth as if to deny it, but no words escaped. He clamped his jaw back down around silence that was as good as a confession. The furrow between his eyebrows deepened, but his eyes flickered down Zoro once, and he took the expression for what it was. Interest. Zoro smirked.
âHereâs the thing, Cook.â He pressed forward with Kitetsu, tilting Sanjiâs head further up so he was looking down his nose to keep his gaze. The easy compliance was new, and it gave Zoro a little thrill to have Sanji at the end of his sword, obeying the minute pressure without so much as a protest. âIâm not gonna be a woman forever.â He tilted his head to the side, giving the cookâs chin a gentle tap with the tip of his blade. âYou still gonna be able to look me in the eye after youâve been inside me?â
Sanji blushed. It was immensely gratifying to watch the bright red color flood his cheeks to the tips of his ears, even as his face pulled into an irritated scowl. However he didnât respond, and as the silence lapsed the answer became clear, even if it wasnât the one Zoro wanted to hear.
He began drawing Kitetsu back. Not worth it if Sanji was going to freak out the moment he was back to normal. Not worth it if it would only make things weird for the crew. Not worth it no matter how much disappointment curled like a dying plant in Zoroâs chest. Before he could withdraw the sword entirely, Sanjiâs hand shot up to wrap around it, gritting his teeth as he met Zoroâs gaze with a stubborn glare.
âI can look you in the eye. Now, and later,â he hissed.
Fire ignited in Zoroâs chest like someone had struck a match and dropped it in there. He grinned, wide and feral as he yanked Kitetsu back, dragging the cook with it into his space. He slid the blade back into place alongside the other two and curled his free hand into Sanjiâs tie to pull him in even closer.
âBig talk, Curly. You want to put your money where your mouth is?â
Sanji glared at him for just a moment longer, face still flushed red, before he flicked his cigarette to the side and crushed their mouths together.
Zoro grabbed a fistful of his suit jacket, pulling him even closer as Sanjiâs hands slid up his neck and into his hair. His mouth tasted like ash and the bordelaise sauce heâd been making for dinner, the scent of cigarette smoke and cologne invaded Zoroâs senses as Sanji kissed him again and again. It was everything Zoro had never let himself imagine.
Sanji pushed him until his back hit the edge of the table and Zoro allowed himself to be lifted onto it, spreading his legs so Sanji could slip in between them. He fisted a hand through blonde hair as the cook broke away from his mouth to press a hot kiss against his jaw, then his ear, working down to his neck. Pleasure struck electric all the way down to his toes as Sanji opened his mouth to suck hard on his skin.
âYou gonna fuck me right here in your precious kitchen?â He goaded.
âOf course not.â Sanji hissed, pulling back away from his skin. âFirst of all, we eat here, that's disgusting. Second of all, Iâm a gentleman. I would never bed a woman somewhere so uncomfortable.â
Zoro clenched his grip in Sanjiâs hair, tugging sharply at the roots to earn a wince.
âIâm not a woman, Curly.â
Sanji hissed, wrapping his hand around Zoroâs to relieve the pressure on his scalp.
âYou are in all but name right now,â he spat. âIsnât that the point of this?â
Zoro ignored the prick of pain in his chest, pushed it back and away behind the part of him that was aching for more of Sanjiâs touch. To have this man willing and wanting beneath his fingers.
âFair enough,â he hooked one leg around Sanjiâs waist pulling their bodies flush together so he could watch the way the cookâs expression crumbled at the unexpected friction. âRomance me then, Gentleman.â
âYouâre such a fucking brute.â Sanji seethed, but he surged forward for another kiss, licking into Zoroâs mouth as he cupped his face to tip it back.
Zoroâs whole body was on fire, the arousal pooling low in his stomach felt different than he was used to. Not entirely alien, but unfamiliar enough that it made him dizzy. He hooked his other leg around the cookâs waist, rolling his hips to explore the sensation. Sanji broke the kiss with a gasp, grinding back against him, and the burst of pleasure had Zoro pitching forward to press his forehead to the cookâs shoulder.
âYouâll be the death of me,â Sanji groaned. âCome on.â
The second he shifted like he was going to pull away Zoro clamped down his grip, stubbornly dragging him back in. The thought of separating from Sanji long enough to leave the galley, cross the deck, and reach the menâs cabin wasnât appealing in the slightest. He tipped his head up, leaning in so he could press his lips against Sanjiâs ear and speak low into it.
âLetâs just do it here.â
Pressed together as they were, it was impossible for Sanji to hide the shiver that ran up his spine and when he spoke again it was through clenched teeth.
âGod, youâre so lazy.â His weight shifted forward against Zoro, and for a second he thought the cook was giving up. Instead, he slid his hands under Zoroâs thighs to hoist him up. Zoro startled, barely biting back a very unmanly yelp. He braced his hands on Sanjiâs shoulders to keep his balance as he leaned back. At this angle, he was looking down on Sanji, disheveled hair falling across his face as he smirked in a way that felt downright sinful. âIâll just do all the work, shall I?â
There was a sarcastic lilt to his voice, but he moved towards the door of the galley. Maybe under different circumstances Zoro would have objected to the manhandling, but it kept the cook close and freed him up to taste the milky white skin heâd dreamt about one too many times.
âIf youâre offering.â
He leaned in to kiss the soft skin just below Sanjiâs ear, opening his mouth to suck and nibble along his neck. He was only vaguely aware of the change in scenery as the cook kicked the door open and they made it outside, the cool sea air caressing his overheated skin.
âNo marks,â Sanji growled, and Zoro released the patch of skin from between his teeth.
âWhy?â
âBecause I donât want anyone asking questions or making assumptions.â
Zoro hummed, sliding his fingers into the knot of Sanjiâs tie to work it loose, a sly smile making its way onto his face.
âSo itâs okay if itâs somewhere no one will see?â He asked, popping open the first few buttons of Sanjiâs dress shirt and slipping his hand beneath the fabric to expose the beginning of his collar bone. He was pleased to see the red of his flush making its way all the way down his chest.
âI didnât say that,â he hissed, but carrying Zoro as he was, he was in no position to stop it as Zoro leaned in to nip at his clavicle, running his tongue along the skin there before latching onto a spot at the base of his neck with a hard suck.
âZoro,â the cook warned, but the hitch in his breath and the way his steps faltered only urged him on. He grazed his teeth against the spot, testing his limits before continuing to suck on his skin.
âZoro,â he tried again, growling it through clenched teeth. Zoro released the spot, only to pull his shirt further askew and mouth his way down to a new patch of skin.
Sanji slammed him against the door to the menâs cabin, fisting a hand in his hair to tear his head back and kiss him fiercly.
âYou are absolutely infuriating,â he hissed in between kisses.
Zoro grinned into the kiss, catching the cookâs bottom lip between his teeth to give it a sharp nip. He reached back, groping for the handle, the door swung open and they stumbled inside.
Sanji only stopped kissing him long enough to set him back on his feet before raising both hands to catch his face and pull him back in.
Zoro popped open the buttons of his suit jacket, sliding his hands up to push the heavy material off his shoulders. Sanjiâs hands left his face to tear it the rest of the way off without breaking the kiss, before gripping the bottom of his shirt. His hands twitched, making an aborted move upward only to release his shirt and settle back on his hips to tug him closer. Zoro felt a bubble of amusement rise in his chest as he recognized the hesitation for what it was. The love-cook, afraid to go to second base. Zoro broke the kiss with a low chuckle.
âWhatâs so funny?â Sanji murmured.
âArenât you being too much of a gentleman right now?â Zoro asked.
âHuh?â He asked dumbly, and Zoro tapped a finger against the hand pressed unmoving against his waist.
âYour hands havenât left the safe zones.â
Sanji froze, a startlingly flustered look crossing his face that made Zoro want to laugh out loud just to piss him off. Instead, he placed a hand on Sanjiâs chest, pushing him back enough that they were no longer touching. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head in one fluid movement. Sanji gaped at him as he tossed the shirt carelessly to the side, planting his hands on his hips.
âWeâre gonna have sex, Cook. Youâre allowed to touch me.â
Sanji sighed, covering his beet red face with his hands.
âThis isnât fucking fair.â
Zoro chuckled, stepping towards him and Sanji startled, snapping his head up as his eyes flicked comically from Zoroâs face down to his bare chest and back again. When he was close enough, he reached out a hand to press it flat against Sanjiâs chest, leaning in just enough to watch how his eyes flickered with anticipation. Then Zoro hooked his foot around the back of the cookâs ankle to pull his leg out from under him and shoved him back. Sanji flailed, tripping on the edge of the depression in the floor and falling hard onto the couch behind him.
âFucking hell!â He shouted, scrambling up onto his elbows to spit at him like an angry cat. âWhat was that for?!â
Zoro stepped forward, pressing his boot against the front of Sanjiâs pants. The cook jolted, tipping his head forward to try and hide the full body shiver that ran through him.
âYouâre so easy to manipulate like this,â Zoro taunted, shifting forward to put more pressure against Sanjiâs groin. âItâs amazing no oneâs taken advantage of you yet.â
âFuck you,â Sanji hissed, the venom of it lessened by the audible tremor in his voice.
âI already said you could,â he teased, drawing his foot away from Sanjiâs crotch.
He sat down on the edge of the couch area, lifting one leg so he could work his boot off, then the other, dropping them both to the floor with a heavy thunk. Sanji watched him with dark eyes as he slid to the couch, reaching out to grab the loose knot of his tie and pulled it the rest of the way off. He fumbled with the tiny buttons of Sanjiâs dress shirt, revealing more skin at an absolutely infuriating pace. He was tempted to just rip the thing open, if only to see how much the cook would let him get away with. However, woman or not that move was likely to piss him off and Zoro wasnât risking this. Not when he was burning beneath his skin and Sanjiâs fingers deftly joined his own to hastily finish opening his shirt so Zoro could drag it off him.
#everytime I talk about this fic to one of my non-op friends I feel the need to emphasize how not outside of the realm of canon this is#âitâs not just fan fiction magic people get genderswapped in one piece way more often than you would thinkâ#zosan#nsft#this is a draft so sorry if thereâs anywhere that jumps awkwardly im a very scattered writer#if you want to see more bits from this or other wips let me know âïž#Penn writes
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quick question. but what is it with the trend to turn canon gay relationships into a m/f ship in fanfiction. like that lowkey feels homophobic?
#just wanted to find a cute bingqiu fic and iâm finding a few where they genderswap one of the characters#like thereâs how much media with cishet ships and you want to take some of the few canon gay ones?#like it just feels iffy#and this is a trend that i keep seeing especially in mxtx ff#like no hate (maybe a little judgment)#this is like a general question because surely you can just au a cishet fic if you like the tropes or whatever#mxtx#svsss#tgcf#mdsz#bingqiu#hualian#wangxian
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kinktober 2024 [masterpost]
header by me // dividers by @adornedwithlight
read on ao3 || masterpost || taglist signups
â friends in sin - miw kinktober
đŠč hum static (twist it, grasp it) - ryan/justin/ricky, multiple penetration đŠč late night devil, put your hands on me - vinny/oc, vinny/chris, tasks & assignments đŠč drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart - werewolf!ryan/vinny - monsterfucking
â kinktober in the concrete jungle - bad omens
đŠč in smoldering embers - girl!nicholas/girl!folio, sensory deprivation đŠč other poison devils - jolly/ryan, edgeplay đŠč sink into me - girl!noah/f!reader - bondage đŠč i will wrap you in cold - vampire!jolly/noah, haunted house
#kinktober 2024#ladymidnightskinktober2024#motioness in white fic#bad omens fic#jolly karlsson x noah sebastian#nicholas ruffilo x nick folio#genderswap fic#noah sebastian x reader#vinny mauro x oc#jolly karlsson x ryan sitkowski#nicholas ruffilo x oc#ricky olson x chris motionless#ryan sitkowski x vinny mauro#ryan sitkowski x justin morrow x ricky olson#justin morrow x noah sebastian#bad omens smut#motionless in white smut
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Hot-Topic-no-jutsu!! *Poof*
I partnered with @mandapandabug20 for the Kakairu Big Bang this year! Please check out our fic on AO3!
Make sure to look out for the other works coming out the rest of December and January. Give the creators so much love for their hard work!
Thank you to @kakairu-bigbang-2024 for making this all happen and working hard to make sure everything runs smoothly!
#this fic is really funny and cute just saying#READ ITTTT!!!#Kakairu Big Bang 2024#kakairu fanart#kakairu fanfic#kakairu events#kakairu#kakashi x iruka#kakashi hatake#iruka umino#fem!iruka#fem!kakashi#genderswap#opposites attract#art#fanart#digital art
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it is immensely funny to me that the beast afterword is just like. an endorsement of fanfiction.
like i know people talk abt asgr saying theres a universe where skk joined the ada tgthr but like. its a fanfiction prompt. bro gave us fic promptsđđđđ
'what do i want you to think after reading this novel' and his answer is MAKE SO MANY AUS. also why is one of the ideas 'what if the ada was broke' like?? major plot point: they do unpaid overtime together
#also. calling us young scientists experimenting with the story đ„đ„đ„#and the 'by doing so [exploring au ideas] you have become one of us [...] welcome to our world'#anyway. i have direct permission to write skk fic he said sođđđ#i mean. its not surprising coming from a guy who based his like fav character's motivation on writing a fix it fic for his fav book series#but its still funny to me#'GO WRITE ALL THE GENDERSWAP YOU WANT! WRITE GIRL ATSUSHI INTO THE WORLD!' like im ON IT o7#bsd#soukoku#like. more seriously its just encouragement for people to find solace in writing which is beautiful and i agree#but ITS SO FUNNYđđđđ
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Assorted fem!Laios fic ideas;
My hc name for fem!Laios is; Laima.
Reasons:
Laima is the name of the Baltic goddess of fate, luck, motherhood, pregnancy, and children. Fem!Laios' life is defined by her role as a wife and mother, to the point that only a miracle could break her from the cycle.
Same amount of syllables. Laios = Lai-us. Laima = Lye-ma.
Move over the "I" and what do you get? Lamia. Aka; a mother driven so mad by the loss of her child that she is transformed into a man-eating monster. đ
Special interests were shut down hard as a child. Parents steered her towards more "traditional" goals of marriage and motherhood. Still extremely adventurous - she's ultimately still the odd child who put bug egg cases in her cupboard.
Marriage was arranged by her parents. Going by Laios' timeline in the Adventurer's Bible; he was engaged even before he deserted the military
There's two ways I can see fem!Laios going;
A: She has two or three children, as her canonverse fiancé has, and took the kids in the divorce. Her kids 100% sneak away from their babysitter to help find and save Aunt Falin, pretending to be grown halflings. One child is a powerful magic user, while another has feral child-strength.
B: One where due to fertility issues she simply never had a child within her marriage, but really wanted one. Was pretty much exiled by her husband's family due to being "cursed", causing her some personal trauma. Her greatest desire is intertwined with her want of children - even a monster such as a Harpy can be wonderful mothers, why can't she?
Kabru alludes to there being abnormal results when a pregnant person is revived within the dungeon, but is cut-off before he can fully answer. Fem!Laios better be keeping it safe if she decides on splunking, less she accidentally create a host for an unknown horror seeking escape from the dungeon. (*wink*)
The imagery of motherhood and monsterhood intertwining to turn Laios/Laima from a "mere" housewife to a horror befitting primordial maternal entities like Echidna or Tiamat. (*chef's kiss*)
Thoughts?
#laios touden#fem!laios#dunmeshi#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#genderbends#genderswap#dunmeshi au#fic ideas#laima touden au#dunmeshi aus
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Dabihawks Celebrity au pt2
"Don't s'pose you've got a spare smoke for me, do you doll?"
Dabi pulls the cigarette away from her mouth and blows hot ash out from between pressed lips. The glare from those blue eyes could cut steel.
"Do I know you?" Asks Dabi, point-blank.
Hawks gives her her most charming, movie-star grin.
"No. Would you like to?" She extends a nimble, gloved hand, fingers twitching expectantly.
"Fucking hell." The ravenette hisses, rolling her eyes as she flips open her packet to retrieve another cigarette.
The blonde places it between her lips graciously, lipstick smearing around the filter in her mouth.
She bares her teeth to pin Dabi with another look, "You got a light, hot-stuff?"
Dabi takes another quick drag of her cig, before moving it forwards towards Hawks, who flinches away from her sudden movement.
"Hold still, 'doll'." Dabi murmurs with concentration- holding Hawks' jaw with one hand, as she returns her cigarette to her mouth and presses the lit end against Hawks', sharing the flame.
One picture snapped of that and the paparazzi is going mental, one mention of it online has the media going insane.
#Dabihawks#Dabihawks fic#Dabi#Hawks#Touya Todoroki#Todoroki Touya#Keigo Takami#Takami Keigo#Mha#Bnha#Hotwings#No quirks au#Genderswap au#Yuri#Toxic yuri
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male character gets turned into a female and it shows him the experiences his female friends go through and it teaches him to be better? incredible fic, i'd so read it.
male character gets turned into a female and everyone around him starts treating him gentler and fussing over him and he suddenly becomes super emotional? ew. what are you doing. thats a de-aging fic. not a gender-swap. being a women doesn't make you weaker or more emotional or more in need of protecting.
#thats why i hate genderbend fics because why do you make a dude a girl and suddenly hes incapable of doing anything himself#âbatmom would be a better parentâ SHUT UP WHY DO YOU THINK THAT? WHY DOES A VAGINA MAKE BRUCE BETTER AT PARENTING WEIRDO#obviously not every fic does this i've actually read a few really good ones but jesus they're rare#i think the only exception to this is if its an all one gendered family? like a family of dudes and one gets turned into a girl#then it makes sense for them to freak out because they dont have any?#but in the batfamily that makes no sense because CASS STEPH BABS ARE RIGHT THERE. FEMALES ARE NOT A NEW PHENOMINOM TO THEM.#dc comics#dc universe#batman comics#batfamily#batfam#genderbend#genderswap#fanfiction#fanfiction icks#how is that not a tag#reading icks#ohhh there we go
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