#genderswap fic

[sitkowski]

sink with me ( girl!noah x f!reader )

kinksgiving day one: shibari

pairing: girl!noah x f!reader cw: 18+ MDNI ⚠️ 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 🪢bless @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 didn’t want to remember the time, they’d have to come in and wait for you while you prepare.

“You better have a damn good reason for not remembering the rules, Noah.” 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. ���I don’t…I just got antsy.”

It’s not a good enough answer, and she knows it. She’ll pay for it. Which is probably exactly what she wanted in the first place.

“Okay, well I could make you just sit out here for the next half hour,” you see the protest forming on Noah’s lips, and as tempting as it is to listen to her plead her case, you roll your eyes and step aside. “Or you can just park it on the sofa while I finish getting ready.”

“Thank you.” she murmurs gratefully.

You let Noah walk past you, your gaze softening once she’s not looking. She obviously showed up early for a reason, and though you won’t let her see it, you’re 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.

“I won’t be long. Don’t move from that spot.”

You’ve 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 they’re missing somewhere in their lives. And you’re 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 you’d 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 you’d had on when your bath was ruined, you find another one, something in silk that you don’t 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.

“This is what you were hoping for, correct?” you ask. She nods and you make a face at her. “Words, Noah. You know you’ve got to make it through this part before you get anything you want.”

“Yes mommy,” she says without missing a beat.

“So, you want me to use all of this on you?”

“Yes,” her answer is automatic, and you nod in approval. “I’d like that very much.”

Giving her another nod, you gesture for her to stand. She’s taller than you, but you’ve 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 she’s one of your favorites, but it might be true.

“Turn around for me, Noah.”

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 it’ll be something when it’s done. Noah shivers under your touch, and turns back around when you’re finished. Her hands hang loosely by her sides, and she meets your gaze head on.

“Safeword?”

“Traffic lights.” Noah says.

“Hard limits tonight?” She chews on her bottom lip, obviously hesitant to say what she doesn’t want. Usually she’s more prepared than this. “It’s okay, Noah.”

“No name calling, nothing degrading at least,” she says at last.

You nod. “Okay. What are your soft limits?”

“Slapping? And…pulling my hair.”

It’s pretty tame, by your standards, but it’s your goal to make sure that she’s comfortable with you, that she feels safe and she gets what she wants out of this. Honestly, your pleasure is secondary, unless Noah’s in a mood. She’s left you a complete mess more than once because that was all she wanted.

Tonight, she’s the one who will be a mess.

“Find your position.”

It would be easy just to have Noah kneel, but since she’s going to be tied up, you need her to start out in a place that you’ll 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 you’ve 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. “Color?”

“Green.” she says confidently.

You shrug out of your robe and unwind the rope. Noah’s 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 you’re 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.

“Try and move for me, Noah?”

She tries to lift her arms, but can’t. If she wanted, she could stretch out her legs, but it would just change her balance and she’d 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 weren’t expecting it. You take your time, teasing your fingers into her slowly.

“I think you’re gonna make a mess on my floor,” you say, and you see the way Noah’s cheeks go red.

If it were a different night when she’d want you to be mean to her, you could probably make her cry about it. But that isn’t what she’s 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.

“Can I come?” Noah asks, and you sit back, moving your fingers faster. Your thumb brushes over her clit and her jaw clenches. “Mommy, please, can I—”

“No.” 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 she’s on the edge, you pull away and this time her cry of protest is louder.

The slap to her cheek isn’t 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. “Color?”

“Green,” she gasps out.

“We’re gonna move now, okay? Turn around and shuffle back, just like that.”

Noah’s 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 you’re going to pull away yet again.

“Yellow,” Noah says and you immediately pull away. “Sorry, sorry, I was going to—and I don’t want to disappoint you.”

You frown because that’s not the direction you want to go at all. Scooting closer, you tip her chin up so she meets your eyes. “You could never disappoint me, Noah, you were doing so good. I wouldn’t have punished you for it…much.”

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.

“How are you feeling? Anything bothering you?” you ask. You cannot wait to see the marks when you undo the rope later.

Noah shakes her head. “I’m ready to continue when you are, back to green.”

You take her at her word; despite the light sheen of sweat on her tattooed skin and the wild look in her eyes, you’ve done this enough times to be able to tell that she’s okay. But instead of touching her again, you lean back. “I think it’s time for something else, gotta give the needy girl what she really wants, right?”

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 you—on the fake cock that she’s currently eying greedily—but 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.

“Be still for me, Noah, you’ve been so good so far.” You say, the hint of a warning clear in your voice.

“Sorry, mommy,” she murmurs, looking up at you. You don’t buy the innocent act at all, but you twist the braid again until she gasps, trying to arch away. “I’m sorry!”

You believe her now, and you let go, tapping the end of her nose with your finger. “That’s my girl. Now, sit up a bit for me?”

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 it’s 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. She’s always liked to have her eyes on you, and you won’t deny her that.

Reaching down, you wrap your hand around the dildo and feel absolutely nothing. It’s 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 it’s in the way that Noah’s 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.

“Does it feel good, Noah?” you ask once it’s 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. “Is this what you needed?”

“Green, really fucking green,” she gasps out.

You’re glad she’s remembering to check in with you even when you don’t 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 can’t do anything. But that’s the entire point, she’s 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 don’t 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.

“Come whenever you want to, Noah.” 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.

“I’m going to get the scissors now, okay?” you rub a hand over her stomach to get her attention from wherever she’s drifting in her mind. She nods once. “Stay still for me.”

You get up long enough to take off the harness and grab the safety scissors from the table. Noah’s 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 she’s still got the feeling in them. Each piece of rope that falls to the floor makes her breathing even out, and eventually she’s watching you as you remove the final pieces from her thighs.

Leaning over her, you place a soft kiss on her lips.

“Thank you,” she whispers, and you smile, helping her sit up.

“I’m thinking you need a bath, and a big glass of water. Are you okay to move?”

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. It’s always been one of your favorite parts of after, seeing what’s been left behind.

“What about you?”

“Oh, that’s also what the bath is for,” you say as you undo her tangled braid. “You interrupted mine after all. I think you’ve still got to pay for that.”

Noah smirks as she manages to let you pull her to her feet. “Whatever you want.”

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[destieltaggedfic]

Cas Genderswaps a Vessel - Part 5

Gender is a Social Construct and Time is Fake – 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 he’s back in his usual one.

Word Count: 1k                                 No Sex

Test Drive – 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_16   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 – waywardaquarius   Ao3

Set S13.  Testing the waters, Cas returns from the empty in a female vessel.  While Dean is pleased that he’s back, he doesn’t want them to kiss again until Cas is back in Jimmy Novak.

Word Count: 3k                                 No Sex

I See You – 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

[quitealotofsodapop]

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)

[lazycranberrydoodles]

eepy hualesbians for a wip fic / follow to get fucking lesbianed!!!

[harrypotterrenaissance]

Her cold, dark eyes were boring into Harry’s, 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]

[theweatherinmyhead]

I see your genderswapped Rachel / Ricki / Dixie Grayson and raise you:

Fanny Grayson

[wisteriagoesvroom]

pardon my emotions

🍊 a landoscar fic 🏙️ girl!lando and boy!oscar racing au (rule 63) 🖋️ 15.8k words 🔗 read on ao3

preview:

The first thing he notices about Lando in person is she’s actually just… 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 can’t seem to sit properly. Pulling a leg under her, always in a stance that makes Oscar wonder if she’s 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 2023’s car. Lando doesn’t 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. She’s a formidable leader. And she’s 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 🧡 and @alphatinies for the bonus cheerleading!!

[fandomnerd9602]

Jamie / Homelander sings as she makes coffee for herself and Y/N…

Jamie: gosh your lips are delicious…baby it’s cold outside

Y/N: wow you have the most amazing voice I’ve ever heard.

Jamie: this stays between us.

Y/N: don’t want Vought to find out?

Jamie: and let them do to me what they’re doing to Starlight? No thanks. If I’m only gonna sing, it’s only for you

Y/N: and that’s why I love you, Jamie

Y/N kisses a blushing Jamie on the forehead…

For @nevermore-69

[spicy-dragon]

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 don’t have anything that’s finished, but as per usual I have about a million wips

So here’s a part of a wip I’ve been writing where Zoro gets turned into a woman and zosan end up in a fucked up situationship 👇

“You need to get laid.”

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 didn’t stop him from eyeing the cook as he licked his lips and offering,

“Tastes a little sweet.” —just to watch the way the other man bristled at the jab.

“Maybe to someone with the taste buds of a mutated sea cucumber!” He snarled, slamming the lid back into the pot with a loud clang and turning down the flame. “And what I do in private is none of your business, so back off unless you want me to knock you through that wall.”

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, he’d no more raise a polished shoe to Zoro right now than he would roundhouse kick Nami for asking the time of day—a thought that pricked up Zoro’s 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 Sanji’s head was filled with nothing but him. If the cook wouldn’t fight him, he’d have to get his fill another way. Zoro’s determination returned two-fold, and the words were leaving his mouth before he could reconsider what a bad idea this was.

“I’ll fuck you,” Zoro said, downing the last mouthful of sake from the bottle. “Probably be the first time you’ve ever actually touched a woman.”

Sanji whipped around, cigarette crunched between his teeth as he bristled.

“Listen you stupid Neanderthal, I—” The rest of the insult was choked off as Sanji’s mouth clamped shut, eyes going comically wide as he registered Zoro’s proposition for what it was. “What?”

“I said I’ll fuck you.” The empty sake bottle clinked as Zoro set it down, pushing his seat back to stand from the table. “Or more accurately, I’ll let you fuck me.”

“WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I WANT TO FUCK YOU?” The screech of Sanji’s 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 hadn’t felt the burning gaze on him any time his back was turned. As though Sanji hadn’t made it painfully obvious he no longer knew where to look when Zoro was in the room.

“Everything about how you’ve been acting the past days makes me think that.”

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 cook’s chin. Sanji jolted at the touch, gaze darting back up to Zoro as he continued,

“You can’t look at me because you’re attracted to me.”

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.

“Here’s the thing, Cook.” He pressed forward with Kitetsu, tilting Sanji’s 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. “I’m not gonna be a woman forever.” He tilted his head to the side, giving the cook’s chin a gentle tap with the tip of his blade. “You still gonna be able to look me in the eye after you’ve been inside me?”

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 didn’t respond, and as the silence lapsed the answer became clear, even if it wasn’t 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 Zoro’s chest. Before he could withdraw the sword entirely, Sanji’s hand shot up to wrap around it, gritting his teeth as he met Zoro’s gaze with a stubborn glare.

“I can look you in the eye. Now, and later,” he hissed.

Fire ignited in Zoro’s 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 Sanji’s tie to pull him in even closer.

“Big talk, Curly. You want to put your money where your mouth is?”

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 Sanji’s hands slid up his neck and into his hair. His mouth tasted like ash and the bordelaise sauce he’d been making for dinner, the scent of cigarette smoke and cologne invaded Zoro’s 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.

“You gonna fuck me right here in your precious kitchen?” He goaded.

“Of course not.” Sanji hissed, pulling back away from his skin. “First of all, we eat here, that's disgusting. Second of all, I’m a gentleman. I would never bed a woman somewhere so uncomfortable.”

Zoro clenched his grip in Sanji’s hair, tugging sharply at the roots to earn a wince.

“I’m not a woman, Curly.”

Sanji hissed, wrapping his hand around Zoro’s to relieve the pressure on his scalp.

“You are in all but name right now,” he spat. “Isn’t that the point of this?”

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 Sanji’s touch. To have this man willing and wanting beneath his fingers.

“Fair enough,” he hooked one leg around Sanji’s waist pulling their bodies flush together so he could watch the way the cook’s expression crumbled at the unexpected friction. “Romance me then, Gentleman.”

“You’re such a fucking brute.” Sanji seethed, but he surged forward for another kiss, licking into Zoro’s mouth as he cupped his face to tip it back.

Zoro’s 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 cook’s 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 cook’s shoulder.

“You’ll be the death of me,” Sanji groaned. “Come on.”

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 men’s cabin wasn’t appealing in the slightest. He tipped his head up, leaning in so he could press his lips against Sanji’s ear and speak low into it.

“Let’s just do it here.”

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.

“God, you’re so lazy.” His weight shifted forward against Zoro, and for a second he thought the cook was giving up. Instead, he slid his hands under Zoro’s thighs to hoist him up. Zoro startled, barely biting back a very unmanly yelp. He braced his hands on Sanji’s 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. “I’ll just do all the work, shall I?”

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 he’d dreamt about one too many times.

“If you’re offering.”

He leaned in to kiss the soft skin just below Sanji’s 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.

“No marks,” Sanji growled, and Zoro released the patch of skin from between his teeth.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want anyone asking questions or making assumptions.”

Zoro hummed, sliding his fingers into the knot of Sanji’s tie to work it loose, a sly smile making its way onto his face.

“So it’s okay if it’s somewhere no one will see?” He asked, popping open the first few buttons of Sanji’s 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.

“I didn’t say that,” 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.

“Zoro,” 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.

“Zoro,” 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 men’s cabin, fisting a hand in his hair to tear his head back and kiss him fiercly.

“You are absolutely infuriating,” he hissed in between kisses.

Zoro grinned into the kiss, catching the cook’s 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. Sanji’s 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.

“What’s so funny?” Sanji murmured.

“Aren’t you being too much of a gentleman right now?” Zoro asked.

“Huh?” He asked dumbly, and Zoro tapped a finger against the hand pressed unmoving against his waist.

“Your hands haven’t left the safe zones.”

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 Sanji’s 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.

“We’re gonna have sex, Cook. You’re allowed to touch me.”

Sanji sighed, covering his beet red face with his hands.

“This isn’t fucking fair.”

Zoro chuckled, stepping towards him and Sanji startled, snapping his head up as his eyes flicked comically from Zoro’s face down to his bare chest and back again. When he was close enough, he reached out a hand to press it flat against Sanji’s chest, leaning in just enough to watch how his eyes flickered with anticipation. Then Zoro hooked his foot around the back of the cook’s 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.

“Fucking hell!” He shouted, scrambling up onto his elbows to spit at him like an angry cat. “What was that for?!”

Zoro stepped forward, pressing his boot against the front of Sanji’s pants. The cook jolted, tipping his head forward to try and hide the full body shiver that ran through him.

“You’re so easy to manipulate like this,” Zoro taunted, shifting forward to put more pressure against Sanji’s groin. “It’s amazing no one’s taken advantage of you yet.”

“Fuck you,” Sanji hissed, the venom of it lessened by the audible tremor in his voice.

“I already said you could,” he teased, drawing his foot away from Sanji’s 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 Sanji’s 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 wasn’t risking this. Not when he was burning beneath his skin and Sanji’s fingers deftly joined his own to hastily finish opening his shirt so Zoro could drag it off him.

[bingqiv]

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?

[sitkowski]

kinktober 2024 [masterpost]

header by me // dividers by @adornedwithlight

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⋙ friends in sin - miw kinktober

𖦹 hum static (twist it, grasp it) - ryan/justin/ricky, multiple penetration 𖦹 late night devil, put your hands on me - vinny/oc, vinny/chris, tasks & assignments 𖦹 drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart - werewolf!ryan/vinny - monsterfucking

⋙ kinktober in the concrete jungle - bad omens

𖦹 in smoldering embers - girl!nicholas/girl!folio, sensory deprivation 𖦹 other poison devils - jolly/ryan, edgeplay 𖦹 sink into me - girl!noah/f!reader - bondage 𖦹 i will wrap you in cold - vampire!jolly/noah, haunted house

[animae-n-sht]

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!

[nyxi-pixie]

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 prompts😭😭😭😭

'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

[quitealotofsodapop]

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. 👀

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?

[insomniacirl]

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.

[robintherobiner]

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.