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wthtorke · 2 years

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Metamorphosis

The Collector x Trans (FTM) Reader - Warnings: Menstruation, minor violence, kidnapping - Seen early on Patre0n!

Asa didn't discriminate. That's what the news said, what all the journals said.

It was true. He usually went after families, not caring about the arrangement. Two mothers, two dads, two sons, two daughters...it didn't matter.

Though there was a first time for everything in life, he supposed.

He didn't plan on catching his eye at the crosswalk, almost forgetting to hit the gas pedal once the traffic light turned green again. He didn't plan on housing another specimen so soon.

But, Asa was always open to new experiences.

Asa remembers the clothes he was wearing. He remembers how his hair was tied, the brief look he gave him, checking to see if his car was still before walking quickly to the other side, clutching his backpack to his side, fishing out his phone, pressing a button before bringing it to his ear, turning around the corner.

He didn't know what it was, but he never saw someone like him before.

When you don't consider people -people-, the faces start to mingle. His students always looked the same, as did the other professors, just like every grocery store cashier.

The pain of every collector. Repeats.

Sometimes, a family would catch his attention, and then he'd set to work, collect the one who survived and go about his way. If the one who survived was his chosen one, great. If it wasn't…Well, he'd find a use for them. He always did.

But this...was something else. Something new.

Asa was patient and collected as his civilian persona, but he found the thoughts of that one man still intruding when he should be grading papers and going on with his dull day, barely holding out until nighttime, when he could let go of the facade he endured.

He felt inspired, and as much as that was pretty common depending on his current project, this person sparked something different. He had ideas, many ideas.

It was only natural that he went after him. Surely seeing him again would either confirm his growing obsession or shatter it at once. Maybe he was exaggerating. Asa parks his car in a different street, with a clear angle and better view, and waits.

A brief look at his watch told him that it was any second now if this person was as punctual as he thought he was, as he analyzed him to be.

And so he was. Asa leaned back into his seat, not caring to hide the predatory look in his eyes as the same man came into view again. Taking his time to run his eyes through his form, Asa both scratched over old ideas he had for his body and allowed new ones to come forth. He watched as he walked, noticing how dressed he was, how his hair was brushed and free of tangles, falling over his shoulders freely this time around. His height was average, if maybe on the short side. Not hard to overpower.

Asa gripped the steering wheel as he dove deeper into the man’s looks, way past the surface, past the normal eye. His lower lip looked raw from chewing and biting, anxiety. The dark circles under his eyes spoke of restless nights with very little sleep, if any at all. He wore earbuds, which he pressed into his ear as he switched songs on his phone. His backpack and shoes were in neat condition. Taken care of, a stark contrast to his self-care. He’s easy enough prey.

People think Asa seeks the perfect person when in reality, he doesn't care nor expects anyone to be perfect.

His creations are perfect or close to perfection in his eyes but before that? No one is.

He only gets people who fall into certain…Parameters. So he has less work and because well-. He can't afford to blow up his savings on it now, can he?

At least he couldn't until Arkin was dumb enough to have that ruby in his pocket when he got him. Even though he is filthy rich now, Asa still does things the same way because what kept him safe until now was Constance.

Another day, another family, another survivor, and another training started.

Although some specimens were more complacent than others and naturally had better training with that. He found that the newest additions were…odd.

Not particularly badly behaved, but as much as he hated it, Asa had to adapt.

The hotel was cold, very cold.

And it took him embarrassingly a few nights to notice that his newest specimen needed special attention. Asa was well aware of some of the specimen’s biology and how, once a month, they need...care.

But that hadn't happened many times with him, though. He had Abby, who was modest and very private about this matter, and he just let her be.

And any others...simply hadn't been under his care for so long they’d menstruate, either by not surviving or because it wasn't their time in that month yet.

And then dying before it was. Before it ever came to be.

Asa wasn't afraid of blood nor disgusted by it, and he surely didn't care where it came from.

Asa's interest in this specimen, in particular, was just how androgynous they were.

He had no idea of their assigned gender until he saw the scars on their (his? Probably) chest.

It was different. New and exciting. Until the problems started, that is.

Anxiousness and panic were expected and dealt with swiftly. As much as Asa himself had trouble breathing sometimes, the specimen in question seemed to be somewhat acquainted with the exercises he made them do.

Then it was the cold. Whereas Asa was completely fine and so were some of the others collected, this one was shaking.

And then, of course, the menstruation.

The stereotypical 'moodiness' a period was supposed to bring had nothing on the struggle Asa had with him.

Yes, him. He'd made it clear that he was a man when Asa approached what he assumed was the wrong way. He fought him a lot, fussed about being touched, didn’t want any help, and was consequently roughed up a couple of times because of that.

Until he was completely exhausted and so in pain, Asa finally had access to him.

His weight was average for his height, which was supposed to be good until Asa realized that he had lost a lot of blood. This wasn't normal.

Normal cycles weren't supposed to be this heavy. The blood was vivid and fresh, and by God, he was still shaking.

The groaning as he tried to reach for his belly also wasn't a good thing.

But who said collecting living people was going to be easy, right? Still, Asa refused to let him just...perish like that.

He wouldn't die because of a period, no. But the circumstances he was in were surely aggravating that a lot.

So Asa made some changes.

First, a warm shower would do him good, but he couldn't just tell him that. So he struggled with him all the way to the clean bathroom and fought him some more to take his clothes off again, feeling angry when he recoiled from him again.

Patience.

The steam seemed to snap something positive in him as he leaned against the wall under the showerhead. He let the hot water flow down his front, hands trying to pool it on the bloated belly, holding the warmth to himself for as long as he could as his eyes closed ever so briefly, the water flowing clear through his torso and gaining a reddish tinge as it went down the drain.

It was mesmerizing.

The look he was given was one of confusion that soon turned guarded again as Asa started washing him as slowly and gently as he could muster, only having to do some minor corrections as he was still very afraid.

Asa had a clean set of clothes for him, comfortable pants, a long-sleeved shirt, pads, and...underwear.

Asa handed him each piece as he got dressed, noticing how he expertly placed the pad on the underwear, folding the flaps and sticking them to each other, giving it a look over before putting them on.

As he lifted his leg to dress them, however, Asa noticed how his face contorted in pain as he lifted them, adjusting them around his hips, letting out a few pained breaths.

Asa had no idea a period could be this....inconvenient to someone. He wondered if the pain was from his uterus or what else.

But he'd find out again as he handed him the pants.

He stared for a second before sighing, lifting his leg again and groaning out this time, losing balance. Asa stepped forward to steady him.

What in the world was this?

"Endometriosis." He said. His voice made Asa's pupils dilate, so different from the angry "No"s and scared "Stop"s he heard the last few nights.

"My flexors are stiff, I can't-...they hurt."

Asa recalled that from his college days, the name and meaning of the word. He also remembers grimacing at it, closing the book right after reading about it.

Some work, indeed.

Asa moves him to a different room this time, closer to the bathroom, cleaner, with a small cot for a bed. The look of both longing and gratitude he gave towards the bed was enough to make some of the tension melt off of Asa's shoulders.

As troublesome as it was, Asa knew how to use this to his full advantage, having had more than enough experience on how to make specimens not only listen but comply with him.

A month from then, Asa found himself in yet another room, sitting on another bed. An old bed frame, better than the previous cot. He slid up the last sock on his, now favorite, specimen's foot, lifting said foot so he could stretch his whole leg, fine water droplets still lingering in his hair from the shower he had minutes ago.

Asa watched as he moved closer to the wall, making space beside him on the bed. He looked up at Asa with eyes that resembled nothing to the angry, scared ones from one month ago, now content and relaxed, with a hint of a question to which Asa smirked as he lowered himself to the bed. He welcomed his favorite into his arms as he petted the still damp hair, feeling shy but determined hands rest on his chest as well as his warm breath on his shirt, slowly evening out as he fell asleep.

Hard work always paid off. Always.

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dexlexia · 9 months

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scarring - zoro x reader

pairing: roronoa zoro x trans!reader (he/him) rating: 18+ summary: When Zoro found out you were trans it was in the middle of battle. You were standing in the way of the Straw Hats as part of another pirate crew. You were their swordsman and anthropologist. But when one of Zoro's swords slashed through your shirt, he saw your secret. tags: pwp, smut, deck sex, riding, transmasc!reader, chest worship, swordsman!reader, established relationship a/n: this one goes out to all my transmasc brethren. i see you

When Zoro found out you were trans it was in the middle of battle. You were standing in the way of the Straw Hats as part of another pirate crew. You were their swordsman and anthropologist. But when one of Zoro's swords slashed through your shirt, he saw your secret.

Two thick lines of scar tissue on your chest. In a moment of vulnerability you fled. Paranoia ran through your mind as you jumped onto your ship and sailed off with the rest of your crew. You swallowed down panic, not even your crew knew and now this mosshead who you were fighting knew all about your business.

But it wouldn't be the last time you ran into Zoro. The next time you'd see him would be months later when you woke up on the Thousand Sunny. When you opened your eyes, you were on a medical cot with your head bandaged up and the thin blanket that was up to your shoulders.

When you noticed the green-haired man you sat up and got to the further corner of the cot up against the wall. The blanket fell to your waist and once again exposed your scarring.

”Don't worry.“ Zoro said as he looked at you, “I'm not going to hurt you." He leaned forward and brought the blanket up to your shoulder to partially conceal your surgery scars, ”They look pretty nasty.“

”I'm pretty sure if I had gone to another island they'd look better.“

”A swordsman should never be ashamed of their scars.“ He looked out of the corner of his eye to the sword that had been placed on the counter of the makeshift clinic, ”I was almost disappointed that we didn't end our fight.”

“Where's my crew?" You asked.

Zoro shrugged, “No clue, we only found you floating on a piece of ship. You're lucky to be alive.“ He looked at you once more, ”Can't let a good swordsman die until we finish our fight.“

The corner of your mouth curled upwards, you tried to get up but a sharp pain went through your head and you ended up back on the cot. You held where it hurt and groaned.

“Yeah, you're not getting up for a while.” Zoro responded, "And since you're technically our enemy, I have to stay here until you recover.“ He sat back in the wooden chair, ”Feel free to go back to sleep, it makes my job easier.“

You laid back down and looked up at him, ”Thank you, mosshead.“

He gave you a pointed look out of the corner of his eye, ”Just call me Zoro. Got enough people calling me mosshead around here.” He then turned to you, “Roronoa Zoro.”

You gave your name before you rolled onto your side and got comfortable on the cot. As you felt your eyes grow heavy, you felt the thin blanket pushed back up over your shoulders followed by the chair creaking as someone was sitting back in it.

That was how you met Zoro.

You never found your crew, but were soon adopted into the Straw Hats for your knowledge of the upcoming islands as your studies were in the cultures of the people of the Grand Land.

With that you became closer to Zoro. He wasn't upfront about his emotions, but he showed in other ways. Like he'd clean your sword when he cleaned his, he'd pass you extra food during mealtimes. He even threw a hat on your head one afternoon due to the fact it was too sunny.

You never saw yourself as someone to fall in love with. You thought traveling the Grand Line and becoming a pirate meant romance was out of the picture. On top of that meeting someone who'd accept you for being transgender the prospect of falling in love felt like a far off dream.

But Zoro didn't see you as some sorry excuse for a man, or a fake man, or whatever other bad thing you could think about yourself. He saw you as a competent fighter. He never felt the need to protect you when the Straw Hats got in trouble, he rather expected you to be at his side in the heat of battle.

Time passed and without many words spoken, you two became a couple. It felt like a natural progression. Soon you shared a bed, shared shower time together, and even at times shared clothes even if Zoro's clothes were far too big on you.

And to bring it all together, none of the Straw Hats cared that you were transgender. It was your business and your gender didn't affect your role on the crew. When you were accepted by them, you felt overwhelmed and eventually burst into tears thanking them for accepting you.

No more secrets, no more lies. You were a Straw Hat and you couldn't have been any happier. Slowly you became more comfortable with training shirtless on the deck with Zoro.

Sometimes Chopper joined but could only really use the small weights, but you encouraged them to keep going even when he felt like giving up. The sight made Zoro smile as he added more weight to his routine. Other times you were looking at your notes from a recent island with Chopper on Zoro's back while he did push ups. You weren't able to do the same, you tried and got to about five reps before your arms turned to jelly.

However today was a slow afternoon, the ship, the Thousand Sunny was docked at a local island. You were going to stop for a few days in order to stretch your legs and get supplies. You were offered by multiple crew members to go with them as they completed their to-do list on the island. But you declined, you would enjoy some alone time on the ship.

Sometimes being on such a rambunctious ship like the Thousand Sunny left you feeling exhausted. So you'd take the time to organize some notes before you added anymore to your collection.

Zoro offered to stay too, deciding to utilize the additional space on the deck to really get his reps in. He did shove his list of items he needed to Sanji who gave him an earful.

“What number is this now?” You asked as you looked into one of your notebooks. You hand a bunch of them and of course, none of them were labeled.

“Two-hundred and fifty seven.” Zoro responded. You admired his body as he moved with each swing of the weights. His toned, sun kissed muscles illuminated in the afternoon light. You licked your lips at the sight of him.

Soon he dropped the weight onto the ground and wiped the sweat off his forehead. He turned to you and put his hands on his hips. Just as you were staring at him, he was staring back.

”What are you looking at?“

”Can't a man admire his boyfriend?“ You felt his eyes on your skin. The scars were less noticeable now, but under the light right you could still see the jagged scar tissue.

He smiled at you and went over to you on the upper level of the deck and took the notebook from you. He placed his hand on your bare chest, his large hand made you feel so small. ”Only if I can look at you.“

You took his face in your hands and smiled at him, ”I don't know. It might cost you.“ Then pulled him in for a kiss. He soon grabbed you by the hips and put you on top of him as he laid out of the wood of the deck.

You stared down at him and pushed the hair out of your eyes, ”How much longer do you think we have?“

”Well, if Luffy eats the town out of house and home, we'll have enough time.“ He started to pull his work out pants down his thighs, exposing his cock.

You grinned like a maniac and you discarded your pants and watched Zoro lick his lips at the sight of your pussy. A swordsman with a pussy, it was quite the sight.

”We have to be fast.“ You aknowledged, ”If we fuck on the ship I will never hear the end of it." You placed both hands on his chest and lined your pussy up with his cock. With his assistance, you seated yourself down on his length. The stretch made you ball up your fists.

He held onto your hips and leaned up to kiss at your chest. His nose brushed against the fine hairs. His lips crossed your nipples before he kissed the scar tissues. In return your hands explored the scar on his chest. You felt his heartbeat under your palm as you began to ride him.

“Fuck, Zoro." You moaned as you rolled your hips at a steady yet quick pace. There was no time to have the slow kind of sex that you rarely got to have on a busy ship like the Thousand Sunny. When sex happened, it was in dark areas as quickly as possible. Soon you gripped his head as he kissed your chest.

His kisses were like worship, he accepted you as fully male. He didn't doubt it for a second that you weren't a man. Even if you weren't the tallest man around or were the most muscular, Zoro saw you stronger than any man he had ever met. You fought through everything to live your authentic truth. He could tell by when he observed you taking you weekly testosterone injections.

“I love you.” You said as you comed through his green hair, feeling the soft hairs under your fingertips as you rolled your hips. He kept his hands planted on your hips and continued to worship your test. You moaned as his cock rubbed against a sensitive spot. You pulled his face closer to your chest as his lips moved across your scarring.

He groaned into your chest as he felt pleasure race up his spine. You felt amazing around his cock, he remembered the first time you had sex in a broom closet and had to stop halfway because another crew was attacking the ship. He remembered he didn't want to give you the sensation of fucking you but had to come back to it later after you both cut down the enemies.

“I love you too.” He panted as his jaw clenched at the feeling of you riding him. His heart hammered in his chest and his toes curled at the sensual roll of your hips on his cock. He had heard stories about transgender male pussy, but those didn't compare to what he felt at that moment. He was obsessed with you in every sense of the word.

He wanted to either marry you or die by your blade. He would gladly let you kill him if it meant being in the presence of someone so amazing. He gave one last kiss to the middle of your chest before he laid fully back on the deck and let you get a better angle of riding him.

You leaned forward and planted both hands on either side of his head before you went in for a sloppy kiss. His mouth opened and ran his tongue across your lips until you opened your mouth and the kiss became deeper. He gripped onto your hips and encouraged your pace by fucking up into you. Letting his cock hit against all the right angles.

“Zoro."

”I know. You feel amazing.“ He said quietly, ”I can't get enough of you.“ He groaned and thrusted up further into you. Which you responded to by moaning against his cheek. Your nose pressed up into the apples of his cheeks as you raised and dropped your hips in quick succession.

"Zoro. Fuck. Please.” You begged which only turned him on further. You almost pathetic moans made Zoro's stomach clench. A moment of such vulnerability. You trusted him with your whole life.

The pleasure became too much and he flipped you over so your back was on the hardwood and he wrapped your legs around his waist. He started to thrust roughly into you, he held your hips up and fucked into you. Your body jolted up and down with each hard thrust. You watched Zoro lick his lips as his eye watched you intently.

You both felt hot under the afternoon sun, Zoro was still sweaty from his workout but now even more so thanks to the intimate activities you were doing. He soon held onto your hip with one hand and played with your clit with his other thumb. He pressed into the nub and you moaned. You grabbed onto the wood under your back for dear life as he fucked you.

It wasn't long before both of you felt the overwhelming urge to orgasm. Zoro swore under his breath as he rammed into you. He continued to pleasure you as you moaned and panted into the open air. He loved the sight of you, you were always so strong but to see you in a moment of euphoric weakness was something he marveled in.

He loved you, more than one person could love another. You were the drive in his heart to continue his goal to become the world's greatest swordsman. If there were ever anyone to defeat him in that title, he hoped it would be you. You Were his strongest passion, the strongest man he had ever encountered. As he fucked into you and gazed down at your face. He felt his heart beat faster as he pushed himself up into you.

“You're mine.“ He said.

Your eyes met, ”Only as much as you are mine, Zoro.“ You grabbed him by the neck and pulled him into another searing kiss that made Zoro's mind go blank. He was lost in you, he could call his love for you borderline obsessive but he didn't care. He'd fight by your side until he had no fight left in him, even after that he'd still try.

Because in that moment as you two fucked on the deck of the ship, he felt a thrum in his system that called out for your love in every single way. He wanted you in every way he could get you. You were what he seeked, you were the swordsman he'd fight alongside. He kissed you once more, lost in your love as he pounded into you. His body ached in a need to orgasm. The kiss became sloppier as he thrusted into you at a quick, uneven pace.

You had almost reached your climax, you dug your blunt nails into his shoulders as you panted and moaned into the kiss. He was breathing harshly through his nose as he moved. Within a few more heavy thrusts, he finished. With you shortly behind him.

The feeling was euphoric as all the drive left your bodies, and you laid limp against one another. Cum oozed out of you. It took a moment as the seagulls squawked in the distance for you both to recover. Zoro looked at you, his face pressed into the wood of the deck.

He gave you a smile and reached over to get your shorts, ”Before those idiots come back.“ His hands were shaky from the aftermath of the climax. You took them from him, your hands touched for a moment as you grabbed them.

”You're something else, Zoro.“

He responded, ”Not as much as you, swordsman.“

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enterwittyjokehere · 3 months

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Hai! Can u do an Edward Richtofen x reader where the reader is a trans woman? It could either be fluff, smut or both. Thank you! :]

[Sorry this one took a bit, I had a little too much fun writing it... this first part is over 3000 words >_<]

Medicinal Misunderstandings

Part 1

[Primis Edward Richtofen x amab reader smut (with plot)]

[⚠️Warnings⚠️]

[Amab reader]

[Feminine pronouns]

[Swearing]

[German]

[Mentions of insecurities]

[Mentions of passing out]

[Mentions of injury and illness]

[Misunderstanding and miscommunication]

[Fluff]

[Smut 18+ only]

[Oral s*x]

[Handjob]

[Teasing]

Hearing his heart pounding in his ears, eyes darting from side to side, Richtofen began to accept his fate. This was it for him. His numb hands tried to clutch his slashed side, the blood loss in his appendages made them weak.

Edward began to remember how he fell into this situation, he was foolish to go alone. Foolish to storm away from his teammates.

“Töricht-! Verd*mmt!”

Eyes desperately flickering from door to door, for any sign of life or lack thereof. The vision of the beaten walls began to blur with his movements, the lids of his eyes grew heavy and hard to keep open.

“Bitte, Edward, so nicht- bitte-.” His voice, strained between the shallow huffs of his breathing. He spoke as though he was praying, attempting to keep his semblance of fleeting consciousness.

His eyes began to close as his vision faded out, in his last moments he saw a figure stumble into the room.

Edward's hearing was the first sense he regained, hearing people talking, though they were muffled and distorted. He was not even capable of distinguishing the voices of the people surrounding him or perhaps he didn't know them.

The bright flickering of the dying fluorescent bulbs above him, dug into his eyes when he had regained enough strength to open them. Edward's hands flew to his face covering his burning eyes, a hissing sound leaked from his mouth.

The sound earned the attention of those around him, two men quickly glancing toward him. Both startled, yet slightly relieved. As Edward sat up, his mind moved even as his body did not, a swaying sensation came over him. The rhythmic beating of his heart filled his ears, “ugh, Sch*iße-!”

A hand flew to his mouth, he gagged, one of the two men kicked a blue bucket closer to him. Richtofen found it, vomiting into the small bucket, “When smarty gets back let's ask her if that means we can kill him.”

The voice earned Richtofen's attention, lifting his head, eyes meeting with the two men. One had a pistol drawn, the other held a knife extended in his hand.

“Nein, bitte…” Edward paused at their confusion, “Please, you don't want to kill me.”

“And why is that?” The man with the knife spoke up, stepping closer to the doctor.

“Finn, wait, let's wait until (y/n) gets back…”

The man holding the knife began to back away, locking eyes with his teammate, nodding slightly, eyes tracing back to Richtofen.

“How many allies do you have?” Richtofen asked, laying back against the cold cot he was laid on. A hand found his chest feeling his rough heartbeat, his white button up opened, exposing his pale torso.

“Just us and-”

As if his words had summoned you, you entered the room, closing the door tightly behind you. Breathing heavily, a cut on your upper arm oozing deep red blood, you bared your teeth when you turned.

Grabbing the wound, your face clenched together in pain, “F**k!”

“Hey, hey, What'd you do?” Finn, your teammate with the knife, ran to your side, “What happened?”

“Couldn't find anyone else -except for more creeps, ran into a wall -tryna get away… Pulled the cut, sleepy gave me, open.” your words were rushed, to match your breathing, you winced as you removed your hand.

Finn glanced back to Richtofen, who was now sat upwards on his cot, “Well, sleepy is awake… and I think European. Not quite sure what his first language is, though.”

“Anything I should take note of about the sleepy European?” You said, your eyes finding his own.

“When he first came to, he threw up… Does that mean he's infected?” The man with the gun asked, keeping an eye on Richtofen.

“No. No, Al, that's semi-normal for fainters. Saw it alot back at the hospital.” your eyes closed in on the German, he was still woozy from coming to, not so long ago, “Were you out there by yourself for a reason, sir?”

“I just got separated from mein own team, tell mich, how did I get here?” Richtofen asked, glancing back at the gun, your teammate, Al was holding.

“Miss smarty, right here, found you passed out and brought you back here. She used to be a Doctor, before, well, all of this.” Finn patted you on the back.

Your pained demeanor faltered, for only a moment a soft smile took its place, “I really need to bandage my arm, Finn.” You said, moving away from his grasp, you offered the German a soft smile, “And get him some water it'll help him feel better.”

The German watched as Al rolled his eyes, mumbling something to himself. Before, begrudgingly, doing what he was told, bringing Edward a small canteen, “it's fresh, don't worry, we boiled it already.”

Edward nodded when he took the small piece of metal, only now realizing how dry his mouth was. Taking a swig, Edward felt the cool water run down his empty insides, the

feeling making him squirm, “D-Danke.”

“Of course, mr.-?” You paused, looking at the Edward quite quizzically.

“Richtofen. I am Edward Richtofen.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Richtofen.” You smiled, hand loosening from around the slash on your arm. Soft steps traced over to your small tin first aid kit, taking out rolls of bandages and gauze.

The three men all watched as you applied it to your hurt arm, the German's eyes followed up your body to your face as you bit your lip in concentration. Finn was the first to get the hint, rolling his eyes only to turn and leave the room. Al noticed his teammates absence and quickly followed, leaving the two of you alone.

“Eine… doctor?” Richtofen mumbled to himself, eyes tracing up your body, “that means you bandaged mein wound, ja?”

“Yes, that was me, why?” You turned away from your arm to shoot him a glance, “Is my work not to your liking, mr. Richtofen?”

“Nein- not at all, It's just, I never would've guessed…” Richtofen shut his mouth, worried to say anything else.

“Would've guessed-?” Your words ushered him to continue.

A deep chuckle fell from his mouth, “ich never would have guessed someone like you would have been such a skilled hand.”

“Someone like me?” You repeated, insecurities flooding your words, you bit the inside of your cheek, finishing your arm. The words you wanted to speak failed, you gave the German a quick nod, before walking out.

Richtofen watched, unsure of why your demeanor towards him had suddenly shifted, but the slamming door gave him the impression he had upset you. Left lying on the cot, while the painfully sharp feeling of the gash on his side seeped into his body. He could only cover his face with his hands, expelling a groan, “Scheiße, Edward, really?”

Edward was unaware of how long he had been left lying there alone, he had finally begun to drift asleep before the door slammed. The sound alerted him, he jumped up, pulling at the healing wound on his side, his hands quickly shooting to grab at the pain. The German looked up as he winced, “Thank Gott, you came back, mein pain is-” Edward’s words stopped seeing your teammate, Finn, eyebrows so closely knitted it looked as though they were connected.

“I'm not here to help you, Dumba**.” Finn spat, anger lacing his words, “what makes you think you can speak to her like that?”

Finn glared down at him, confusion taking over the doctor's expression, “I-I’m sorry? Was?”

“Don't play dumb, (y/n) told us what you said.” Finn lowered his face, getting incredibly close to the pained German. Richtofen's grimace, making the angry man smile, “your going to get what you deserve being a bigot after she saved you, you already cut her arm all up when she found you!”

“I injured her? Bedienen.. ‘a bigot’, I don't unde- I complimented her work-!” Richtofen defended himself, “und said, it was strange that such a young woman was such a skilled physician.”

“..No- you said ‘someone like her,’ you…” pausing, Finn gained a look of confusion. “you really weren't being a d**k?” Finn's anger melted away.

“Nein, I would never-...” Finn retracted at Richtofen's words.

“Well, you really hurt her feelings..” Finn said, backing away, “But I'll try to explain the miscommunication, it's been so long since we've seen her this happy…”

Finn's eyes dropped down to his feet, Richtofen nodded watching as Finn moved past him, leaving through the door.

“A bigot?”

Finn had tried to explain the German's words to you, but you did not care to listen, “his values are not my responsibility, I'll have him healed and then we can send him on his way, Finn.”

Your teammates eyes were full of sorrow as you pushed past him ignoring his words, “Y-You don't mean that-” Finn called out, his hand grabbing your shoulder, “It has been so long, since we've seen you this happy… it might have been when you first started transitioning, and I know that it is none of my business but-”

“Then why do you care so much, Finn?”

“Because I want to protect you that's all I've ever wanted.” Finn's hand slipped down your arm, latching onto your hand. His fingers rubbing soft circles on the back if your own, “and if that means helping you f**k this German guy, so be it.”

Your soft laugh brought a smile to your teammates face, “Fine, Finn. I'm listening.”

“He's just weird, he didn't mean to offend you, or at least that's what he told me.” Finn's eyes glanced up, staring at your own, “He's also in a lot of pain, right now.”

“Shit. I forgot I was gonna bring him medicine.” Your mind was suddenly returned, the level headedness you always seem to possess taking back its place. Finn watched as you ran over to a small table, picking up a small packet and your flask of water, “thank you, Finn, for everything.”

You made your way back into the room the German doctor laid in, when you entered he didn't look at you. He didn't speak. He just laid there. Pain had seeped into every inch of his body, radiating from the wound on his side, his hands grabbed at it, in an attempt to quell the soreness.

“Mr. Richtofen?” He didn't Answer.

You moved closer into his line of sight, his eyes squinting and face tightly together. His sad grey eyes traced over you once more, “Es tut mir leid, truly, I understand what you choose to do next.” You could only spare him a small laugh.

“Open your mouth.” You smiled as he glanced up at you, quizzically, you lifted the pill packet into his view.

His eyes widened slightly, only for a moment, filling with hope. He nodded, closing his eyes and opening his mouth, you dropped the pills on his tongue. Your hand found the underpart of his chin, carefully holding it as you helped him drink from the flask, he sat back with a satisfying “ahh” sound.

“I would also like to apologize, mr. Richtofen…” his exhausted grey eyes found your own.

“Was? Why?”

“Finn allowed me the knowledge that I had taken your words out of their meanings and it's something that I have always struggled with.” You looked back at him, “I'm just a little insecure about certain qualities I possess…”

“I don't see why, you should know you are incredible to behold, und mein heart beats twice whenever you send that soft smile my way.” He spoke, smiling, “aber I am so tired at the moment.”

You smiled, nodding, you crawled onto the small cot, Richtofen was surprised at first but slowly happiness, true happiness, had taken over. His small smile, grew as he rubbed your cheek, your hands found his face as well, pulling him to you. Capturing his lips in a heated embrace, a cascading moment of small kisses, breaking apart and moving right back onto another. His knee situated itself between your legs, he smiled, holding your body close.

The two of you drifted off like that, your head planted on his chest. His slow breathing comforting you, perhaps it was the connection or the safety of having another person there but it was the best sleep you had gotten in a while.

The morning rose and so did you, waking up and being met with the German holding onto you, tightly. His small exhales were the only noise in the room, you could only smile, it was perfect.

Small discontented groans left the germans mouth as you pulled away from his embrace. You tried not to wake him, yet he still stirred, grey eyes finding you. A small smile pulled at his lips, “Guten morgen, Frau doktor.”

You chuckled at his funny words, “Gesundheit..”

Richtofen shook his head, his small smile still present, “not quite.”

Your hands reached for his face, the pad of your thumb finding a scar on his cheekbone, rubbing the healed wound playfully. Richtofen's hand enveloped your own, pushing the palm to his lips, giving your hand a quick kiss.

“I'm very sorry that I was so cruel to you earlier,” your soft emotional smile replaced with a slightly more somber one as guilt pried into your mind.

“All is forgiven, you have been more help to mich than anyone has for as long as I can remember.” He spoke, leaning forward, his eyes staring into your own.

“I'm sure that's a fabrication, Edward.” You smiled at him, “still I can't help but feel bad.. Is there anything I could help you with before you're healed enough to leave?”

Edward's eyes widened at a thought, quickly as they did they glanced away from you, almost fleeing your presence. A faint hue of red dusts his pale features, “Nein, not really… Unless..”

Your heart skips a beat as he looks back at you, teeth gripping onto his bottom lip for comfort, “..Yes?”

“You do not have to encourage me, if you feel uncomfortable with my actions, please tell me..” With his disclaimer out of the way, he snaked a hand to your jawline, tilting his head slightly to stare up at you, “I have known very few people as affectionate as you, I enjoy it quite a bit… more than I thought Ich would. Und it is very likely we will not get another chance like this…”

“You want to have s*x?” You finished his words, his embarrassed demeanor deepened, only nodding as his face reddened much more, “I would love to.”

Carefully pulling away from his grasp, you slid off the cot, pulling his trousers down. Edward watched with unspoken prayers as you toyed with him, your upper half laid on the cot beside him. Your hand gently stroking him, small gasps and moans seeping from his mouth.

Kisses from your mouth trailed up his p*n*s, your hand finding his balls. He was interesting to jerk *ff, due to him being uncircumcised, watching as the skin pulled away from the tip and recovered it. Biting your lip in anticipation, “Ready?” You looked back up at him, who looked down at you with a soft stare.

“Bitte.” His word was strangled, but said with a smile and him closing his eyes lightly.

“I'm glad I could help… It would've been unfortunate had I been an unhelpful b*t*h.” You laughed, he opened his mouth to reply but your mouth found the tip of his c**k far too soon.

Richtofen's head tossed back as he released a guttural moan, “Nein. I do not care for that description-”

You pulled him out of your mouth, your hand pumping around him, “I was a little bit of a b*tch though..”

Pushing your lips back to his tip, you stared down at him, expectantly, “your actions were justified, you assumed I was being unhöflich.”

“Ah- Scheiße-! Even if you had been you're still a very kind und gentle woman-...” Richtofen's voice was clouded by pants and moans, his head laid back in ecstatisy, “Aber, you have to know that you are quite beautiful und very good with that mouth of yours- Gott-!”

You twisted your hands around the base of his c**k, while your mouth pleasured the tip. Taking him in your mouth slightly, your eyes wide as they stared up at him. His face a grimace of pleasure, made your own pants tight while you pleased the German.

He groaned out, his hips thrusting himself further into your mouth, when his chattering had died down you removed him from your lips, watching as he looked up to you almost immediately.

“No, no, no, don't stop talking now, mr. Richtofen, please-” You began to stroke his c**k, your hand pulling the foreskin back, the red tip almost aching for any kind of stimulation, “I love hearing that gorgeous accent of yours.”

His hips stuttered as you continued to pump your hands around him, “bitte, bitte, please, in den mund… Rein-!”

His whines echoed, sounding like music to your ears as you teased him, you licked a stripe over his c**k, kissing the tip. Your hand twisted and pumped faster, it was not long before Richtofen was only holding on by a thread. His moans and whines were silenced when he pressed his hands to his mouth, before a prolonged muffled groan was released. He hit his climax, evident by the white strands that covered your face, you tightly closed your eyes, the German spread out panting. You wiped your face, carefully, only to open your eyes and see him carefully observing you.

“Yes, Mr. Richtofen?” You spoke, quietly, moving to sit on the cot, “anything else I can help you with?”

“Nein, aber I want to please you now..” He said, placing a hand on your thigh, his hand inches away from the bulge in your pants.

You smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “That's sweet but I did just put your stitches in, it could be bad if they busted..”

“Es ist mir egal..” His hand rubbing the inside of your thigh, his soft and tired smile almost begging you.

“I don't know what that means..” You laughed, leaning down to peck his cheek, Edward's hands looping over your shoulders.

“Please… we may never have another chance like this..” His gruff whisper in your ear, was nothing more than a simple plea, a plea that elicited quite the response.

The quick turning of your stomach made you gasp out as his hand ran over your bulge. Your heart raced as he palmed you through your trousers, “Bitte, allow me this..”

A swear and a groan trickled from your lips, teeth sinking into the soft flesh to hold the others back. Edward's large, pale hands moved to unbutton your trousers, his neck craned to watch as he worked. Greyish eyes flickering from his hands at your crotch to your face, eyes closed and mouth whispering silent prayers.

“You look so wunderbar.” He whispered, his hand fully grasping your hard er*ct*on. Pumping slowly, he teased you, his calloused thumb rubbing small circles on the tip. You laid your head back letting out a gasp as Edward teased you. Your sweet noises mixed with the grinding of your hips against his hand brought a sweet smile to his lips, “So wunderbar.”

#cod zombies #edward richtofen #primis richtofen #transgender #queer author #x reader #edward richtofen x reader smut #edward richtofen x reader #Richtofen codz #fanfic #gay #smut #cod smut

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trinitorettotrabanqueta · 3 months

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Fandom Trumps Hate - 2024 offerings

Hey, everyone! I signed up as a writer for 'a few' fandoms. Here's the info:

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Type of fanwork: Written fanwork Subtype(s): fan fiction (new) Fandom(s): Slam Dunk, Hazbin Hotel, One Piece, Kingsman, Marvel: Avengers, Captain America, Daredevil, Deadpool, Falcon & Winter Soldier, Hawkeye, Iron Man, Marvel Comics, Moon Knight, Spider-Man (live action), Venom, X-Men, DC: Peacemaker, Top Gun Movies, Suits, Stranger Things Highest rating: E Length/scope: 10 - 20k words. Minimum Bid: $5

Especially interested in: Alternate universe, amnesia, soulmates, time travel, time loop, mistaken identity, fake relationship, arranged marriage, secrets, first time, BDSM, drag queens, strippers, bar/diner owner, dancers, musicians, reality TV, enemies to lovers, bodyswap, tattoo parlor, coffee shop au, movie/tv shows/book rewritings, superpowers, mind reading, fantasy creatures, angst with a happy ending, sexuality crisis, internalized homophobia, meeting in chat, A/B/O, shapeshifting, misunderstandings, undercover, dubcon Slam Dunk: Sakuragi/Rukawa, Sendoh/Mitsui, Akagi/Kogure, Maki/Nobu Hazbin Hotel: Husk/Angel, Valentino/Angel, Lucifer/Alastor, Sir Pentious/Alastor, Sir Pentious/Angel One Piece: Luffy/Zoro, Helmeppo/Koby, Sanji/Zoro, Mihawk/Zoro, Luffy/Sanji Kingsman: Harry/Eggsy, Whiskey/Tequila, Merlin/Ginger (as secondary pairing, no smut), Lancelot/Ginger (as secondary pairing, no smut) Marvel: Steve/Bucky, Rumlow/Bucky, Zemo/Bucky, Tony/Peter, Wade/Peter, Wade/Colossus, Wade/Ajax, Tony/Bruce, Pyro/Iceman, Mr. Fantastic/Johnny Storm, Clint/Pietro, Marc Spector/Steven Grant, Venom/Eddie Brock, Venom/Spiderman Peacemaker: Chris/Adrian Top Gun: Rooster/Hangman, Rooster/Maverick, Maverick/Iceman, Harvard/Yale, Coyote/Bob Suits: Harvey/Mike Stranger Things: Steve/Eddie, Andy/Garreth, Mike/Will (as secondary pairing, no smut), Jonathan/Argyle (as secondaru pairing, no smut), Nancy/Robin (as secondary pairing, no smut), Robin/Vickie (as secondary pairing, no smut), Jonathan/Nancy (as secondary pairing, no smut), Jason/Eddie, Billy/Gator (character from Fargo) might be persuaded to write Steve/Billy or Eddie/Billy

Unwilling to address: Femslash, Het pairings, original characters, reader insert, gen stories, pre-slash, deathfic, unhappy endings, cheating, humiliation, scat, foot kink violence, threesome, polyamory, established relationship, permanent injury, mpreg, trans characters, genderswap, aging up or de-aging, first person, second person, original characters, miscarriage:

If possible, no pairings out of the ones I listed.

Other notes: I write slash stories, most of the time AUs, with high ratings and a lot of angst but they all have a happy ending.

Special interests: Canonically trans or nonbinary characters, Racebending, Ambiguous endings

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sweatandwoe · 2 years

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For the drabble challenge. Silco becomes all shy and flustered when being flirted with.

How about some Young pre-act 1!Silco? One that goes with one of themes for @arcanefandomweek's Day one, Sunlight?

Pairing: Silco x GN!Reader Trans Silco, fluff, admiring your lover while they sleep trope, suggestive

He looks handsome in the gentle morning light.

Still all sharp angles, but it's softened. The scars are softened too, as you follow them with your gaze until it reaches the eyepatch hiding the blazing red eye behind it. The dark fabric hides a good portion of the scars, but your gaze moves past it into his hairline.

It was growing long again, the shaved sides and back of his head. When you reach to touch it, a small noise rises in his sleep. But it does not sound like a complaint, as you play gently with the short hair.

Your gaze follows down, flowing down the angle of his body.

His torso is bare, not even covered with a blanket. It lets you see the chest hair that was usually hidden away. Twin scars lay under each pectoral, ones that do not look out of place with the other scars that lay on his body, one resting above his right hip, from when he had been stabbed on one job. Eyes turn over another from a slash over his ribs, faded and silver from years past.

Zaun life was a harsh one. One that luckily, had not been deadly for either of you. Not that Zaun hadn't tried to take him from you.

That thought doesn't leave you, while your fingers move from his hair, to rest on his sternum instead. Gently rub your fingers, as you feel his heartbeat beneath your hand. Strong, unrelenting. His heart had always been strong, even when you had been grasping his hand less than two years prior, watching as the doctor worked on a blood-soaked face.

That memory is burned into your mind, one that comes easily as it attacks your thoughts.

But his touch scares it away, a hand coming to rest over your own. A blue eye is open just barely, looking at you with affection, though it is sleepy. "It's still early."

His thumb strokes over the back of your hand, fingers curling together. A kiss is quickly pressing to his shoulder, smiling as you gaze back up to look at him. "You look handsome like this."

The blue eye opens wide. Blinking, his cheeks turn a pinkish hue. No words leave him, instead, he raises your hand to kiss the tips of your fingers, before lowering it again to his chest. "Just like this?"

"No. Always." Your lips stretch on their own, unable to stop the grin as his blush deepens. "Just a little extra handsome right now."

A hum of acknowledgment, cheeks still blazing. "Should I wake you up early each morning then? Just so you can see?"

Fingers curl tightly around his hand, drawing it closer to your face until your lips can press a kiss to the back of his hand. Noting the lack of scars here.

He was always so careful with his hands. A concept he had familiarised you with repeatedly.

If he woke you up each morning, you had a feeling you both would not be settled to always just look.

"Yes." Another kiss, before you let the hands fall between the two of you, still loosely locked together. Raising yourself up, he accepts your kiss to his mouth next. A soft, morning peck, but has him giving a warm smile once you part.

"I could just get a camera and take a picture."

"But that gives me fewer chances to draw you back into bed."

You think he looks the most handsome like this, flustered, cheeks red and understanding how much you adored him.

The future is uncertain. You have plans, but nothing is set in stone. But for now, in the early morning having him alive, well, and happy, is far more than enough.

#silco x reader #silco #arcane #sweaty asks #short cause working on other fics but I thought this was cute #trans silco #daily drabble arcane

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theemsfetch · 1 year

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Rodrick hefley x trans girl reader headcannons

first of all he

absolutely supports you .

if u have eyelliner he'll defo use ALL of it then feel bad and buy some cheap dollarstore liner XD

if anyone says anything bad ab ur gender identity he will try to literally ruin their life :D

he will either get his band and jump the person or literally slash their tires

if u have long hair enough he will play with it , braid it tie it etc:> . if u have short hair he will try to give u liberty spikes >:)

if ur tall he will make he will pull u down by ur hand to kiss you :>

when gender dysphoris is kickin your ass he'll call you pretty , gorgeous ,etc

anything to make you feel better

bonus. he,ll make songs about u ... they arent that good but u still love them

... i dont know how to end these

#rodrick heffley #rodrick x reader #diary of a wimpy kid #transgirl #SoundCloud

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possums6969420 · 1 year

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#fanfics #x male y/n #the creeper #jeepers creepers #jeepers creepers x reader #Jeepers creepers x male reader #jeepers creepers x trans male reader #i'm tired #i just wanna write #writing block #slashers #slash fanfiction #jeepers creepers where did you get those peepers

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rubarb69 · 2 months

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I was curious about a post you made, about straight women and Astarion. I’m not here to start a fight, but would you mind explaining that? 😥 I’m not super well versed in these issues, it seems kind of harmless to me, but it sounds like you’ve got some thoughts! I know Neil has said he thinks of Astarion as pan, and without any word from higher up, that’s about as official as it gets, so why have you got a gripe with straight women in particular? No hostility intended of course!

It is mostly harmless, anyone can do whatever they please with a fictional character. But my issue, my ick, comes from two places, one being that historiclly speaking straight women have often used queer men as accessories; a good example of this is the "gay best friend" trope. Or even for as much as i love it, slash fiction, which alot of the time is women writing gay relationships (or often just smut), usually in a manner that isnt quite right to what its actually like being with a man, or living as a femme guy. (A peice of media that i think did a perfect job expressing those things in a non fetishy way is Law of desire by Pedro Almodóvar)

And also the issue also isnt him being pan, or pairing him with a women even; its the way they go about it. It gives off "you just wanna fuck a gay guy" vibes, which... isnt the best vibes to give. This is usually done by erasing his character and making him a "smol sadboi" and totally ignore any issues or characterization. (I sometimes wonder if some of these people have even played the game past the 1st hour)

This really only leaves one with two thoughts; its an aesthetic thing, they like queer men because theyre "exotic", (in and of itself really problematic) or, and usually if one of these things is true, the other also is, its a fetish, plain and simple. They think its hotter to see two guys go at it, and with Astarion its the perfect oportunity to have both things at once. (the queer fetishization and the ability to self insert onto a female character) similar vibes to straight women going to gay bars, looking for twinks, quite creepy imo.

(And a more irl implacation of this is that alot of the women doing this are only ok with femme cis queer men, once its a trans person, or a wlw person, or even just a bear? Instant death)

I do know this has always been a huge part of fandom, going back to the emo days of fall out boy and green day. I also know im not the target demegraphic for Astarion x reader fics, and the mod (i think? Im not sure) putting him in red john lennon glasses; so meh, maybe im just out of touch.

Also no hostility meant for you either!

#sorry if i mispelled anything #im too lazy to check it #bg3 #astarion #astarion bg3

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bambooinwind · 2 years

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READER/ OC FIC COMMISSIONS

Hello, you can call me An or Bamboo.

I am a kpop and general fandom writer. I'm taking writing commissions to help with expenses. This is however, much a labour of love as it is a mercantile effort.

I aspire to write with flow and verve, to immerse my readers. I have experience writing imagines, reactions and commissioned work. If you are interested, here are my terms and guidelines.

Fandoms:

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'Thema'

One specific plot point involving one reader/ oc and one character. Miscellaneous characters are added at my discretion, or upon request. AUs included.

Example;

meet cute, meet uncute, first kiss, breakup, first night, cuddling, snu snu etc.

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Got an idea for an AU? I will help you write out drabbles or oneshots within this AU. Same conditions for character limits apply.

Example;

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Addendum:

My strengths are in writing fleshed out female characters. In any circumstance, I want their inner life to feel rich, their feelings human and relatable. I love writing AUs that are more mature. My writing style is direct; I like my story characters to push and pull at each other. I welcome poc! reader requests.

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Communication will be handled via email. Please contact me at [email protected] for inquiries and commission negotiations. You may use a pseudonym to make things easier.

The writing process may take several weeks to a month; I expect to stay in communication with requesters throughout, for any updates and changes to the content.

Payments/ donations will be handled via KoFi. I use Stripe which enables card payments. After I accept a request, I will e-mail you a form to fill out. We can discuss plot points, genres and ratings as well as DNWs.

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I do not allow you to edit, repost, translate, or claim 'Thema' writings as your own. Feel free to integrate 'Momenta' writings into your own fics should you choose to write that particular AU. I welcome you to credit me with the 'Momenta' writings.

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