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feral-pansexual · 1 year
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Reblog if you are a fanfiction author and would like your readers to put one of your fic titles in your ask + questions about it
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feral-pansexual · 2 years
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May I let my cringe flag fly and request headcanons of Psimon x smol protective fire bender reader? Also would you be ok with doing one shots of this same reader later? If not totally ok I thought I would try to shoot my shot 😁
This isn't cringe at all! Not to me at least, lol. And oneshots later on under the same premise are totally fine ^-^
Tiny Flame - Headcanons
Psimon x Small! Protective! Fire-Meta Reader
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When you first join Onslaught, he.. doesn't really take notice
Why should he?
You're just another partner; another of Queen Bee's disposable pawns
Smaller than anyone else on the team, though..
Before you go on the first mission, he's keeping an eye out for you
But all he's really getting from your head is "protect"
Assumes that you need protected
Boy, was he wrong
It registers later that he should have known how powerful you were; not just ANYONE is picked by Queen Bee
Watching you fight, though?
Mesmerizing
He watches the way your body moves, shifting to control your flames
And during missions, you make it your duty to run (or burn) circles around your team, sanding aerial attacks up in smoke
When he finally approaches you?
WHOOH
A power couple in the most literal sense
He scouts out enemies
You burn them down
When you two have free time, it's typically spent doing a whole lot of nothing
He asks you to show of for him sometimes
Loves being in your head when you're using your power
He can feel every mental shift, and watches as your flame responds
Come winter, if he ever gets cold, he'll (begrudgingly) ask to cuddle
You're a human space heater
Curl up with him under some blankets,
You're both insulated asf, ready to hibernate
The rest of Onslaught seems to think that y'all are pretty cute together
Especially when you tag-team an enemy twice your size
Queen Bee.. doesn't care. As long as you both do what she tells you to, you can date whoever tf you want
Which you're both grateful for
IDK where I was going with these, but yeah
All in all, great couple, v good for each other
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THAT'S where I was going! Anyways-
Spoilers for season 3 ig, but
He gets bonked pretty good on the head durring a mission
You'd never allow that
(Bug off, canon!)
If Icicle Jr. starts ticking either of you off,
One quick flame his way and he's apologizing
Devastation love you, too
I mean, fr
If you yourself ever need protection, she's got you
Helps you kiss Psimon goodbye sometimes
Not really in a cutesy way, but if one of yours sent on a mission and the other isn't,
She's holding doors, railings, whatever to make sure y'all can say goodbye
Anyways
I love this concept, thank you nonnie ^-^
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feral-pansexual · 2 years
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hey silent readers :D it would mean a lot to writers/creators if you reblogged and not just liked everything :D ! maybe you won’t loose your favorite writers but hey, what do i know im just a writer on this app who spends hours on writing to seek validation from others because i love this little hobby. but here lately, it’s becoming like a chore, so with that being said maybe don’t silent read and add a comment or even a reblog with your thoughts. i swear, it makes us happy!
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feral-pansexual · 2 years
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He always seems overworked, so it's no surprise when Tamaki gets up once again tonight. You turn to his side of the bed, blindly reaching for his wrist as you glance at the clock.
4:37 a.m.
He grabs your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.
"Did I wake you?"
He sounds.. kicked, almost. He typically does, anxiety still not having faded with the years.
"'M fine, Ama. 'S okay.. you okay?"
"Yeah.." he sits back down on the edge of the bed. "I'm fine. Just getting to work early so I can get home sooner.. go back to bed, love."
How could you refuse him, the way he presses a kiss to your temple before tugging the sheets higher up your chest. You hear a quiet "I'll be home at three" before you drift back to sleep.
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feral-pansexual · 2 years
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It just barely misses the threshold of suffocating; the sensation of waking up with Luffy. His arms wrapped several times around your torso, curled in on his side, head tucked into your chest.
It's rather adorable, really. Endearing. A small line of drool making it's way down the front of your shirt, Luffy trusting in you completely, right to the point of blindness. He's told you before that he'll follow you to the ends of the earth.. not that you'd make him.
You somehow pull an arm from his grasp, hand coming up to smooth the hair from his face. He barely moves, head shifting back with the contact to look up at you. Blinking the sleep out of his eyes he grins, head coming back forward to tuck into your neck.
"Morning, captain."
He mumbled appreciatively. He's never this calm or quiet when fully awake.. only during these early mornings with you.
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feral-pansexual · 2 years
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Gender™
hcs for a masc s/o with long hair (law, sanji)
ceb self indulgent hours 💕
he/they law, fluff (one nsfw hc for law) word count: 0.5k
Law
Makes no difference to them, hair is hair; frankly how his partner presents doesn’t matter so long as they identify as masc in some shape or form
They do think it’s pretty when he styles it in different ways, though
It’s Law, so he’d hardly ever express it with words, but the appreciation is there - it’s there when they meticulously read the labels and ingredients of shampoo brands at the store because his boyfriend’s old one isn’t yielding the same level of quality, when Law sits at the desk in his room and their partner is carefully blow drying his hair out after a nice, warm shower
It’s especially there when he asks Law to help tie his hair and Law fucks up but he’s warmed enough by the effort they put in that his partner keeps that fucky, lopsided ponytail in for the rest of the day (or at least it starts getting in his face again)
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feral-pansexual · 2 years
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Lucky Roo is so comfortable to wake up with, you find out.
Eyelids fluttering open, you feel a gentle warmth surrounding you. Blinking the sleepiness out of your eyes, you're met with the sight of a large, round body, Lucky's face beneath your own. He's still asleep, arms wrapping around you to keep you laying across his torso. Every movement of the ship seems to flow through him, his body rocking and moving you with it.
He's snoring quietly; you can feel yourself shifting with every breath he takes, his entire body moving as he breathes. You can feel as he wakes up; snoring dulling, breath picking up speed as he pulls himself from slumber.
"Morning."
"Hey." He blinks blearily, reaching for his goggles.
"Wow.. I didn't think I'd wake up to a god of my own!"
He grins up at you, shifting slightly to tug you up his torso into a kiss. It's mornings like this that make the battles all worth it to Lucky Roo.
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feral-pansexual · 2 years
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Heya, adore your work! Can you do Lucky Roo and his son having an eating contest, where Lucky is holding himself back so his son is happy?
I just.. I adore this concept so much! I feel deep in my soul that all of the Red Haired Pirates would make incredible fathers.
Little reader is competitive in nature. I think they're mostly gender neutral, just because that's how I tend to write best, so. Sorry about that bit.
Eating Contest
Lucky Roo x Child! Reader
Word Count: 650
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The upper deck of the Red Force was bustling with activity. Trays and trays of food being placed out by the crew members; a banquet for their latest large-scale win. Meat, mead, rum and pies decorated the tables, an impressive spread dictated by the captain.
You walked next to your father, grinning up at him as he carried a large barrel over each arm. Lucky glanced down, copying your smile.
"Hey munchkin! Ready for all the food?"
You nodded, smile somehow widening further. "Yeah! But I have a challenge for you!"
"Oh?" This wouldn't be the first time you had challenged your father to something. Even if you lost, your competitive nature still shone through your grin just from the bet itself.
"I want to have an eating contest! Just you and me!"
Lucky Roo set the barrels down, pretending to think momentarily. "Y'know that I'm known for how much I eat, right muffin? You're goin' against the Red Force's champion eater here!"
You giggled. "Yeah, but I think I could eat more!"
Yassop chuckled, walking over and slinging an arm over one of your father's shoulders. "I dunno, kiddo. He can put away a lot of food."
You pouted, gently stomping a foot. "I know he can! But we don't know if I'll lose against him if I don't try and win!"
"He has a point." Beckmann offered, walking past with a tray of meat. "It's how we found out that he can climb faster than Shanks, remember?"
"Alright, alright." Your father sighed, taking a seat.
Shanks ran over, a half empty bottle of sake in hand. "I heard the news. Eating contest?"
You nodded.
"Alrighty, I'll be the judge!"
He grinned, sitting next to Lucky. You sat across from your father, heaping plates of food in front of you both.
"Let the first official eating competition of the Red Force… commence!"
You began eating what was in front of you as quickly as possible, Yassop chuckling as he watched you determinedly stuff food into your mouth. Your father kept bringing food up to his mouth, taking small bites as he watched you.
He didn't know where you had gotten your competitive nature, but it was times like this that he wanted to watch you win. Beckmann nodded when he saw what Lucky was doing, taking small bites and chewing slowly to give you a leg up on him in the competition.
It didn't take long before your bites were slowed, almost forced. Still, you had a quarter of a plate of food left. If you could just finish it..
It wasn't much longer than that when Lucky realized that you had almost stopped eating completely, the amount of food on his plate dwindling far more quickly than that on yours.
"What's up, muffin? You're almost done!"
"Yeah, kid! Just two more bites and you'll beat your dad!"
You glanced up, looking between your father's plate and your own. They had the same amount of food on them still..
"Besides," Lucky pushed his plate away, "I'm stuffed. It's too bad.."
"Yep, too bad." Shanks watched, grinning. "If he eats any more, your kid'll beat you out of your spot as champion eater!"
You reached out, grabbing another piece of meat and popping it into your mouth. As soon as you had swallowed it, Shanks jumped up.
"We have a new champion eater on board!"
You grinned tiredly, giggling at your captain's antics. Lucky copied suit, picking you up.
"Wow, kiddo! Didn't realize you could put down that much food! You might be as big as me someday."
"As big and strong?"
"As big and strong, able to eat more than the rest of the crew put together!"
He chuckled, spinning you in a circle.
"Good job, my little champion."
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feral-pansexual · 2 years
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Hello! I lovee your papa shanks fics (shanks x child!reader)
They are so adorable😭😭😭
Could you please do shanks daughter wants to adopt some pet? I just think it would be so cutee!
Hihi! Super glad you love them, Papa Shanks holds a special place in my heart ❤️
I also wholeheartedly believe that Shanks is the dad to just. Give in to what his kid wants. Pet? Sure, but you're taking care of it. New clothes? You do your own wash for the most part, so why not? As long as you take care of your belongings, he'll continue letting you get more.
~300 words, all fluff ofc
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Shanks always considered himself a good father. Even if he hadn't been raised traditionally himself, as long as you were happy, he felt like he was doing the right thing.
His crew tended to think the same. Little (Y/n) running around the Red Force, climbing the mast or ducking into her father's room to keep busy. You weren't in the way; you knew just how tense emergency situations could get with extra bodies between someone's life or death.
So it didn't surprise anyone when you looked up at your father with those pleading eyes, holding a kitten in your grasp. You had stumbled upon her cold, wet, shivering form behind a barrel just after the crew docked at a new island. The kitten, though seeming apprehensive, curled into your body heat.
"What if she has an owner already, kiddo?"
"..then I'll give her back. But if she doesn't have a home yet? What if she's a stray, then could I keep her?"
Shanks glanced towards Beckman, who shrugged. "Could help make sure we don't have rodents."
You looked up again, scratching behind her ears. Shanks brought his hand up, scratching his chin thoughtfully.
"Well… I suppose it couldn't hurt. We'll have to get food and a litterbox.. and you'll be responsible for her, got it?"
"Okay, papa!" You grinned up at him. "Thank you!"
"Go get her dried off, yeah? I'll start getting everything she needs to be comfortable on the ship."
The crew watched as you ran back to the Red Force, kitten still in your grasp.
"Excitable little thing you have there, captain."
Shanks shrugged at Beckman's comment, a gentle smile on his face.
"What can I say? (Y/n) keeps things interesting."
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feral-pansexual · 2 years
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Asahi spanks you for the first time
Warnings: Spanking (obviously), smut (even more obvious, imo)
Notes: Lots of talking about consent! Consent can be withdrawn during any time during a sexual, or non sexual, acts, and Asahi knows it! This is mostly a fluffy piece, imo, Azu's just soft
Word Count: 380
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Despite his rough looking exterior, Asahi is a gentle lover. So attuned to you and your body, it isn't hard for him to have you coming undone beneath him in a matter of minutes. Long fingers curling just right withing your heat, tongue pressing against your sex, long cock pressing deeply within you.. he will give you anything you ask for.
Sometimes, though, that means being a bit more rough.
You lay across Asahi's lap, hips over one of his knees. The pads of his fingers ghost against the curve of your ass, dipping into the crack just slightly before traveling up your spine. You shiver, arching up into his touch.
"Are you positive you want this?"
He's so quiet above you. Turning your head, you catch a glimpse of his face. His eyes follow the path of his fingers going back down the dip of your spine, mouth drawn into a careful line. He can feel you looking, eyes locking with yours as he continues his ministrations.
You nod, back following his hand again as it travels up your spine.
"Please?"
He sucks in a breath. He moved his hand back to your ass, squeezing gently.
"Okay.. okay." He sighed. "Just.. just one, yeah?"
"Just to see if we like it, Azu. If I don't like how it feels, or if you don't, then we won't ever do it again, yeah?"
He nodded above you, gently patting your ass. "Yeah, okay.."
He squeezes you one more time for good measure, seemingly testing the curve of your cheek against his palm.
"Do you want a warning, or a countdown, or..?"
You chuckled, propping yourself up on your elbows. "Whatever you want to do, love. I'm ready."
"Okay."
He inhaled.
"Three, two, one.."
A crisp smack rang throughout the room. You gasped, hips shifting forward from the impact. The former Ace still had all his strength, it seems..
Almost as soon as he spanked you, his hands were back on your ass, running over the blooming red handprint he had left.
"Did it.. hurt? Are you okay?"
"Yeah.." You wiggled your hips, feeling his hand press against your tender behind. "Yeah, I'm okay. Again?"
He sighed, chuckling softly.
"Okay. Whatever you want, love."
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feral-pansexual · 2 years
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It would be lovely to wake up one morning on the Sunny, gentle waves almost lulling you back to sleep on their own. A gentle pair of arms encircling you, one hand anchored at your waist, the other holding your head so sweetly to Usopp’s chest. He snores softly in his slumber, his breath settling at the crown of your head. His heartbeat, so strong in your ear, a reminder that your brave warrior is still right there with you.
You can feel it when he begins to wake. Tugging you closer to his torso, hand smoothing gently at your scalp. He mumbles a quiet good morning, though seems to change his mind about waking when you settle in closer, the waves finally rocking you both back to sleep.
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feral-pansexual · 2 years
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Nami: Why doesn't Usopp like guns again?
Franky: He thinks they're not 'versatile' enough
Sanji: But to Usopp that means he can only kill like 6 people with one shot and not the 150 he can do with his own ammo.
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feral-pansexual · 2 years
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100(+) Followers Celebration
Hello, Tumblr! It had come to my attention that I've now surpassed 100 followers! 🎉
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To celebrate, I'd like to hold an event of my own. Anyone is welcome to participate!
For said event, send in an ask with your favorite character from the fandoms in my Masterpost, as well as a sentence you'd like and maybe the genre (smut, fluff, angst, whatever.) Doesn't matter how unpopular the character may be, there'll always be someone who loves 'em.
An example of said submission would be:
Chopper + "You're always there for me.." + hurt/comfort
Deadline for this challenge will be December 31st. Thank you all so much for all of your support! Happy asking!
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feral-pansexual · 2 years
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No one on the Sunny necessarily expects to wake up with Brook. Fall asleep near him, quiet music gently urging you to sleep? Of course. But waking up?
Bony hands cradle your head, gentle humming sounding from somewhere above you. It seems as though you were resting in his lap. Cracking your eyelids, you find your observation to be correct. Brook towers over you regardless of stance, but with him sitting like this on the ship’s deck, playing with your hair? It makes him seem far closer to being human than he probably has to anyone in quite some time.
He’s so soft with his handling of you. How long had he been doing this? How long had you been asleep? It was impossible to tell right now, but his careful touch solidifies his not wanting to wake you. 
Brook’s gentle touch and the waves beneath the Sunny worked in tandem to lure you back into the embrace of sleep, the bony face above you humming a gentle lullaby in time with the rocking of the ship.
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feral-pansexual · 2 years
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Didn’t know Iwa-chan would be my third! Or that Reon would score higher than Tendou and Oikawa, lol. Tagging @ollie-they-them-666​ and anyone else who wants to join!
so, currently this is my top 10 and wtf is number 3? this feels fake, i dont like him. he stinky >:[
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feral-pansexual · 2 years
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Never Tired of You
.23k words, Usopp x Reader
The way Usopp moans against your tongue is absolutely sinful. When you suck his tongue into your mouth, he can’t help but to whine, nails digging into your scalp. He’s always been loud in bed; so sensitive, so inexperienced, so sweet. He would bend to your every whim.
He moaned again as you lifted your leg, knee rubbing against his crotch. From his position above you, one may have assumed he was in charge of the situation. But he was anything but, completely at your mercy as you tugged him closer, somehow deepening the kiss. You could already feel every sound he made, but now that you had a deeper angle - better access to his mouth - you could feel him panting even with your mouths entwined.
Ussop gasped as you pulled your head from his, houlding him above you by his hair while you laid against the pillows.
“Tired of this yet, darling?”
He shook his head, angling his hips downwards to catch against your knee again.
“No, never tired.. Of you.”
Even with his history of giving falsehoods or spreading lies, you knew that he was being truthful.
Besides, how could Usopp even think about lying to you when you held all the control now?
“Good.. because we’re just getting started."
He continued gasping, but a small smile graced his features.
How could he ever get tired of you?
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feral-pansexual · 2 years
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Reblog this if you like seeing me on your dash
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