#ftm!reader

[jestergesturingfrantically]

me throwing my phone against the wall because almost every fic under the ftm!reader and plus size!reader tags are smut

like bruh i read fics to escape the fetishization i go through every day, give me fluffy non sexual intimacy PLEASE

[yanderestarangel]

♡ 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵: 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱f𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺 “𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵”...

— TW: stepincest, short smut, ftm reader, vulnerable kink, non con, age gap.

Seriously thinking about stepdad simon taking care of you with a fever, waiting for you, his sweet prince to be feverish enough to not even notice his fingers going straight to your pussy, fingering you while eating another hand he passed a cold fabric over your skin, telling you to be quiet and be his good boy — rubbing your clit while giving soft kisses over your face, the fabric of his skull balaclava brushing against your sensitive skin.

"So cute... Helpless and sweet, you're just a dumb little thing for daddy to fuck, aren't you?" the military man would whisper as he sank two thick fingers into your extremely hot channel, you wouldn't even be able to close your thighs, the fever and the heat of being touched by the British would only make you moan—choking on your own voice.

It wouldn't be long before you were being fucked by the blond, his dripping cock buried deep in your pussy, his blue eyes dancing across your body as you could feel precum dripping from your hole—he would praise you for holding out so long for him. "A good fucktoy for daddy, huh?" his hips met yours aggressively, to the point that your pussy turned a deep, ruddy red - the delicious friction of his thrusts mixing with the sweaty sheen of your fevered skin.

The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, punctuated by your muffled moans and his grunts of exertion; drool leaked from the corner of your mouth as the intense pleasure overwhelmed your senses —your cunt clenching desperately around his cock as if trying to pull him even deeper. "You love this, don't you, you filthy boy?" Your mind was too hazy to form a coherent response, lost in the haze of fever and fucked-stupid bliss. The last thing you felt was the blonde's hot cum filling you to the brim, and your exhaustion making you fall asleep. When you woke up, you were completely clean, and Simon was watching TV in the living room.

You wondered if that had been a strange dream, feeling guilty enough to cover yourself with the sheet again and try to ignore your cloudy mind and trembling legs... Was it just another fever dream about your hot stepdad?

Meanwhile, Riley sighed, satisfied that no questions had been asked. His dick was still dirty with your juices, but he decided to ignore it and wait for the adrenaline to settle in his chest. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d make you sick on purpose just to "take care of you."

[porcalinecunt]

𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐔𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇!

🪽 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ how aot men would treat their himbo incubus! ~

·˚ ◌༘͙[featuring] ! ˊ 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍, 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈, 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑

cw — ftm!reader. lots of rough sex. dumbification. overstimulation. breeding to the max. size kink. spanking. masochism(?) oral sex. throat fucking. cumshot. multiple orgasms.

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : i made this while violently down horrendous for aot men jfc i was possessed anyways! this will be my last post as im going on a trip soon, so enjoy! 🎀

₊˚ෆ 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

to be blunt, eren can be a bit of a meanie! after all, you came at such a poor time. the man was too busy jerking off to whatever porn he found, desperately trying to get himself off when you came and ruined his orgasm. as if you weren’t enough of a nuisance, you proceeded to act dumb in front of an annoyed and furiously horny eren. you’re sweet babbling came to a rude halt once the brunette grabbed you by the waist and threw you onto your stomach while you faced the end of the bed. you couldn’t get a word in before you felt something pry at your soaked pussy, turning your head to see your mortal host push himself inside of you and violently snapping his hips against yours. it was only the beginning of his frustrated tirade on your poor cunt, maybe you should’ve shut your mouth or be a little more considerate of your hosts!

“h-hah..eren! g-gentle!—“ you whined like a bitch in heat, only to be met with another harsh smack on your bare ass that was littered in eren’s handprints. you couldn’t help but look back through puffy, wet eyes at the mortal who was fucking you with such ferocity. a green eyed glare made you turn away in embarrassment, before a hand forced you to face him again. god, the way he looked at you could easily rival every man you stole an orgasm from. “e-eren..” you moaned, earning you a hard snap from his hips as he leaned closer to you. the smell of cigarettes still lingered around him.

“who’s fault is it that you got yourself in this mess? hm? not me. now shut up and take my cock like a good little incubus..”

₊˚ෆ 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍

secretly (not really tho), jean adores your naivety. even more so knowing exactly what you are, i mean, how can a literal sex demon be so stupid? a question he’ll never get answers to, but why matter? not when you finally find him in a state of carnal desire. jean will never forget your cute dumb face once you saw his hard cock out in full fuckin’ glory. he was huge, so huge, you struggled to take in his girth. pathetic kitty licks ‘n kisses on his leaking tip to helplessly grinding on his length, it only turned him on even more. enough to where you already completed your task, and yet here you were, continuously pumped full of his cum inside your ruined cunt. the best part? jean wasn’t gonna stop anytime soon, not until you stop making that stupid fucked out face that only gets him hard all over again!

seven rounds later and he still was nowhere near done. your incubus mark that rested on your womb glowed furiously in a hot pink shade, signifying your pleasure and satisfaction with your host. jean knew damn well of this, but continued to fuck you cum filled cunt as a pace only a rabbit could possibly do. “jean..! i-i can’tttt! too much! ah!” you babbled through drool soaked lips, only to be silenced by a sloppy kiss from him. he couldn’t even kiss you properly while being pussydrunk beyond oblivion. lifting you head, you watched in awe at the sight of jean stuffing your pussy full of cock, a small bump in your womb from how many times he creampied you.

“stay with me baby, i know you can take another one in you..you’re doing such a good job f’me love. shit..!”

₊˚ෆ 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

the short and sweet of this man is how little he takes your bullshit. trying to get a good night sleep was difficult enough with your constant whining for attention. you were waiting for a chance to get your cunt pounded by the mortal, only to see him trying to go to sleep instead. however, your efforts weren’t in vain, as levi shot up and yanked you over his lap. you could feel his dick growing harder and harder in his pants as he tore off your flimsy thong that barely covered shit. a calloused hand came down on your bare ass, a sharp smack! startled you as your body jolted forwards only to be pulled back roughly by levi. hit after hit, the pain became an intoxicating pleasure as your cunt soaked itself in arousal, your painfully swollen clit begging to be touched. unfortunately, levi wasn’t the easiest to falter.

smack! a yelp tore out of your sore throat followed by a weak whine, the stinging pain slowly numbing your ass before you were forced back down to earth by another harsh strike. “no..no more..! hurts t-too mu—“ SMACK! another strike startled you from your rambling, almost falling off of levi’s lap where he pulled you up roughly by the tail and secured you tightly. you didn’t have to look at him to know how fed up he was with you antics, or how aroused he was. you wanted so badly for him to just have his way with you, spitting you open and bruising your insides. a tinge of regret only grew bigger as his painfully obvious boner poked at your thigh. fuck, he was hung down there, if only you just behaved yourself!

“what’s the matter? quit squirming like a brat and sit the fuck still. you asked for this.”

₊˚ෆ 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐍

did you piss of this literal giant on purpose? maybe, and what’s wrong with that? infiltrating a wet dream of him getting sucked off by some rando he found hot, fusing reality with fantasy until it abruptly ended before he could cum. you couldn’t help but giggle at poor reiner, well, until he forced you onto your knees and finished the damn job himself. it didn’t matter how many cocks you’ve swallowed, you struggled to take reiner’s full length as he mercilessly fucked your throat inch by inch until your nose was touching his pubic hairs. the stretch of his girth had your throat and mouth stuffed full until you couldn’t utter a word out. don’t think he’ll stop there either! the moment his dick twitches, he’ll pull out and cum all over that pretty face of yours. such an erotic sight gets him hard all over again, only this time, he’ll breed your throat full.

“atta boy. putting that mouth to good fucking use after that stunt you pulled..don’t worry, i’m not even close to done.”

© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[biting-miguel-ohara]

Daddy - Venom x ftm!Reader

A/N: this is written for my wonderful 🎀 anon who requested it and my beloved mutual @worstwolverinesbf who got me to finish it

I hope you all like it :)

Written for this request

Dividers by @/kodaswrld

CW: possessiveness; monsterfucking; Venom uses it/its pronouns; mentioned Venom/Eddie; explicit sexual content; smut; Reader is dating both Eddie and Venom; Reader is a bit freaky in this, ngl; mild fighting between Eddie and Venom; Reader lives with Eddie; Venom has a dick; ftm trans Reader; kissing; making out; breeding kink; daddy kink; Reader’s parts are called dick and hole; fingering; Venom is in love with Reader; oral sex; cunnilingus; Venom has a prehensile tongue; multiple orgasms; overstimulation; ‘I love you’s; oviposition; Venom has a big dick; errr I don’t know how to tag this, so just take that last tag seriously; brief but descriptive (?) painful sex; penetrative sex; PiV sex; egg laying; Venom purrs; belly bulge; no aftercare; mild silly ending

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Venom was territorial. You’d found that out pretty quickly once you’d started dating Eddie. Venom had been wary of you at first, snippy and somewhat aggressive, even.

You hadn’t taken it personally. Eddie was the closest person Venom had to a best friend. Even more than that, sometimes. And it wasn’t like you were Mr Perfect when it came to possessiveness either.

But eventually, you both had come to be friendly. More than friendly now. You weren’t exactly as close to Venom as you were to Eddie, but they were a pair. Dating one really meant dating both, in their case.

So Venom was territorial. And you really didn’t mind. Except… it was suddenly getting worse.

Normally it would check up on you whenever you came home, but just a few days ago it’d sniffed you. Claiming it was making sure you still smelled like Eddie.

And part of you had liked it.

The other part of the issue… also came from Venom. Or so you suspected.

For the past week, all Eddie seemed to want to do was have sex. Which you definitely weren’t complaining about. But it was getting a little ridiculous.

He at least attempted to be subtle about it though. Sneaking in a smooth move here and there. Slowly feeling you up. But it kept happening. Day after day after day.

The last time he’d gotten like this, you’d had to leave for the weekend. Some stupid trip or whatever.

This time, it’s just you and him and Venom.

A shameful part of you likes it. Likes how much Eddie wants you. You’ve always had some more… daring ideas for a relationship. You just don’t want to tie Eddie down.

Especially not after everything that happened with him. You want to be a safe place for him, not something to run away from.

So you keep your ideas to yourself. You let Venom be as territorial as he wants. And you and Eddie fuck like rabbits.

Everything’s fine. Everything’s good.

And then you have the best fucking night of your entire life.

From the moment Eddie got home, it was clear something was up. He was muttering to himself more than normal, snapping “No!” at Venom. And Venom was growling back.

You’d seen them fight before. But this? This was different.

You stay out of their way for as long as you can. It’s your turn to make dinner anyway, so you hasten about to cook up something. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s good.

You wait for a while before finally interrupting their argument. “Uh… Hey…”

Both of them snap to you. Watching you with so much intensity… it’s kinda hot. You swallow, shifting your weight from foot to foot. Trying hard to ignore the thread of warmth in your core.

“Dinner’s done.”

Still they watch you. For a moment, no one says anything. Then Eddie swallows. “What if… What if we have you for dinner?”

You blink. Shift your weight again. “What?”

“Ven wants… It wants…” Eddie stumbles over his words. “Oh, for fuck’s—“

With a wave of black goo, Venom swarms Eddie’s body. Transforming into a bulk of a creature. It makes your mouth go dry and your boxers wet.

“We want you.” Venom growls, stalking closer to you. You back away from it, into the kitchen. It follows, blocking you in against a counter.

Its tongue snakes out, making you shiver. What you wouldn’t give…

What gives you pause, though, is the thing between Venom’s legs.

You’ve seen dicks before. But nothing like this. Venom’s huge. Thicker and longer than you could possibly take. You doubt you could even fit both your hands around it, let alone one. You’ve never wanted anything inside you more.

“Like it?” Venom leers. “We’re gonna make you take it all.”

You can’t deny the gush of heat between your legs at that thought. You can picture it now. You, fucked out on a bed, stretched beyond what you can take, crying as it fucks so deep into you it breaks you.

“Fuck,” you breathe. “That’s hot.”

Venom’s tongue trails up your cheek, probing at your lips. You’ve never kissed it before, only watched Eddie do it. But you part your lips.

Its tongue invades your mouth. It curls around your tongue and feels along your teeth. Filling your mouth until all you can do is suck on it and whimper.

Part of you wants more. Wants to really take it down. Wants to suck on its tongue and let it fuck your throat until it’s in your fucking stomach.

But it retreats from your mouth all too soon, leaving you clenching hard at your own thoughts with nothing to distract you. You pant for breath, your mind a daze of heat and need.

Venom brings its face right up to yours. You think you could lick over every one of its teeth and still not be satisfied.

“We’re going to breed you.” Venom growls. “Stuff you full of our eggs. Make you into a daddy.”

Fuck. If he doesn’t fuck you right now…

“Fuck yeah,” you gasp out. “Make me a daddy, Ven.”

You’re scooped up within an instant. One moment you’re in the kitchen, the next you’re in the bedroom, Venom’s hands ripping off your clothing.

You barely have time to register cool air against your skin before its hands are on you. Sliding up your sides, caressing your stomach, up higher. For a moment, the tension in the room holds its breath as Venom follows the movements Eddie’s done so many times in the past.

It removes your binder. Carefully. It tosses it to the side and gazes down at you, a low purr in its throat. You can feel its gaze roaming over you. Hungry. Needy. Reverent.

Your boxers are soaked. Plastered to your skin, wet and sticky. Venom’s tongue snakes out, the tip trailing oh so lightly over the damp fabric. It growls, hands coming to grip your thighs. Pushing them up till it can press its face to your boxers.

For a moment, it just breathes, the puff of warm air making you squirm a little. You’re dying for its touch, but you don’t wanna break the moment. Even though everything in you is screaming to grind against its face.

Still, a whimper claws its way up your throat and escapes. It pulls Venom from its thoughts, prompting it into action. It curls its fingers under the hem of your boxers, pulling them down. Slowly revealing you to it.

It makes you squirm. Under its stare, you feel so naked. So vulnerable.

“You are magnificent,” Venom growls, voice dripping with hunger. “We would conquer a thousand worlds for you.”

That pulls a weak laugh from you. “Only a thousand?”

It merely looks at you, then opens its mouth. Its tongue snakes out. You clench hard at the thoughts whirling through your mind. God, if only it’d get to it and—

“Fuck!” You arch up, hips bucking as Venom squeezes your dick between its fingers. You’d been so distracted by its tongue and words, you hadn’t noticed its hand creeping up your thigh.

All you can do is cry out in pleasure, especially when a thick finger slips into your sopping hole. It’s so big, stretching you out with ease. Long enough to press against the spot inside you that has you scrabbling at the sheets, babbling its name.

“Ven, Ven, Ven!” You’re panting, gasping. Desperate moans spilling from your lips. Another finger nudges at your hole and you clench hard. The coil in your stomach builds.

The second finger slips in. Stretching your walls. Curling just right, and—

You cum. Hard.

Venom doesn’t pull its hand away. Not even when your breath returns and you grin lazily up at it. It just keeps its fingers stuffed inside you, unmoving.

It’s panting. Taking in huge gulps of air, chest heaving. Eyes so wide it’s almost concerning.

“Ven?”

A low growl spills from its lips. “We need you.”

Its words send a shiver of desire down your spine. But also a splinter of worry. You’re not wet enough to take it, not with its monstrous size. But the way it’s looking at you…

“I need more first,” you whisper. Then, with as much daring as you can push into your tone, “Fuck me with your tongue.”

Venom’s eyes flash. One moment it’s gazing at you in desperation, the next its face is shoved between your legs. It eases its fingers out of you, tongue twisting and curling around to slurp up every bit of slick that spills from you.

And it groans. Low and deep and hungry.

The tip of its tongue teases your entrance. Circling and probing, making you clench around nothing yet again.

“Ven,” you whine, fingers locked in the sheets as you finally buck your hips up to get more. Its hands clamp down on your thighs, pinning you down with ease.

But its tongue slips inside you. Rubbing and probing, but mostly just tasting you. It’s purring, groaning, rumbling with delight as your body gushes with slick.

It’s so hot; the intense focus in its eyes. The curious but direct way it fucks you. It’s like being with Eddie for the first time again; if Eddie was a giant, sexy alien monster intent on—

All thoughts leave your head the moment Venom finds that spot inside you. Its tongue is long enough, thick enough, strong enough that it bullies that spot. Rubbing and curling and fucking. But it never leaves your hole, keeping you full even as it pulls screams from your lips.

You feel blindsided by pleasure. It’s everything, everywhere, making you writhe and squirm. Tears spring to your eyes at the intensity. You’re gone in an instant, lost to the crashing wave of pleasure.

It lasts, and lasts, and lasts. Until you’re so sensitive it hurts and you have to kick at Venom’s shoulders to get it to finally stop bullying that spot inside you.

It takes you a long moment to catch your breath, but when you do, you pet Venom’s head. Stroking and caressing. Too weak to sit up and kiss it.

You have no doubt you’re soaked. You can feel the sheets under you, sopping with slick and monster saliva.

Venom rumbles softly, climbing on top of you and looming over you. Hot breath puffing against your face. The head of its dick nudges against your hole and you shudder, still just a little too sensitive.

“Eddie says he loves you.” Venom nuzzles into the crook of your neck, large hands braced on either side of your chest.

“I love you too,” you say softly. Tugging it down to press a kiss to the corner of its mouth. “But I was promised eggs. And I am definitely not full of eggs yet.”

Venom growls, low and deep. It lines its dick up with your hole, hungry eyes never leaving yours. It makes your spine tingle; your body acutely aware that Venom’s a very dangerous predator with its focus all on you.

But you force yourself to relax. “Come on, Ven. Make me a daddy.”

The first touch is delicious, just the head teasing your hole. And then it presses in.

“FUCK!” You arch up, and it’s only Venom’s body forcing you back down that keeps you from squirming away. “Fuck, that’s—! It’s so big! It’s too big! Venom, fuck!”

You can barely think. Your brain torn between pain and pure pleasure as Venom pushes your body to its limits. Inching in bit by bit, coaxing your hole to open wider and wider.

You scrabble at its shoulders, clinging to it desperately. You’re pretty sure you’re crying, breaths coming in heaving gasps.

Venom growls. And then starts to pull out.

“NO!” You clamp your legs around its waist, struggling against its strength to keep it in. “Please, please, please! I’m okay!”

“You’re hurting,” Venom snarls.

“It’s fine! It’s fine!” You didn’t know you needed it before, but now that you have an idea of what you could have? You need more. Just the thought of you with mini Venoms, of Venom trusting you— loving you— enough to give you its eggs is enough to make you dizzy with lust.

Venom growls again, and then thick goo is sliding over your hips. Encasing your pelvis in itself and easing away the pain. Leaving only sickening, blinding pleasure behind.

“More, more, more, more, moremoremoremore—“ You’re babbling and you couldn’t care less. “Make me a daddy, make me a daddy! Please, god!”

With a low snarl, Venom thrusts in. Making you scream with pleasure as it splits you open. Your eyes roll back. Your body writhes and arches under him. You cum so hard everything whites out around you.

For what feels like ages, your body is nothing but syrupy pleasure.

Dimly, you’re aware of something sliding further inside you. Nestling deep inside your body, all oozy and warm. One… Two…

You start to come back to yourself by the third one. Venom’s growling softly above you, cradling you against it. You moan softly as another egg makes its way inside you. All soft and small and delicate.

Venom nuzzles against you, its growls turning into soft rumbling purrs. It feels like hours before the last egg slides into place, your stomach lightly bulging.

Slowly, Venom pulls out of you, quickly filling you up with its fingers to keep the eggs from spilling out. The loss has your body aching, sore in ways you didn’t know were possible.

You groan softly, and find yourself utterly unable to move. Venom purrs again, before melting away, disappearing into the body of your boyfriend.

Eddie looks just as fucked out as you. He cuddles up with you, pressing soft kisses to your neck and cheeks. You smile, appreciating the gentler stretch of Eddie’s fingers compared to Venom’s.

“So,” you murmur, lazy mischief in your tone. “When were you gonna bring up the daddy thing?”

Eddie flushes, ducking his head against your shoulder. “That’s… That’s an it thing, actually.”

“Really?” You smirk, lowering your voice to a more seductive tone. “Don’t lie to daddy.”

Eddie twitches and lifts his head. “Don’t say it like that.”

You laugh. Jostling the eggs inside you.

You glance down at yourself, and Eddie does the same. “So…”

“So.”

You both are silent for a moment. Then, “Who’s gonna tell Venom that I can’t actually hatch its babies?”

Eddie just snorts.

[sentientcave]

Swallow My Pride

Simon spots you across the bar. You're a long way from the little girl that used to torment him in primary, but that's alright. These days he's got a soft spot for beautiful men.

Contains: FtM!Reader, Reader bullied Simon in primary school, alcohol/bar mention, smoking, oral sex (Simon receiving), Reader has hair long enough to pull a little, Implied fibre arts, abrupt ending because I wasn't gonna get into all that. Maybe later.

1.1k ~ MDNI ~ 18+

It figured that you'd be gorgeous now.

He almost didn't recognize you. Probably would have missed you entirely if not for the long, searching glance you'd given him, like he was familiar too. Back then you were a skinny, mouthy little bitch that made his life miserable until you moved away, and now you were a handsome, self-assured man, filled out strong and a little soft. Standing with your friends, laughing. They obviously didn't know that you were a venomous little viper under that easy smile and oversized, hand-knit sweater with wonky cables on the front.

The lads noticed his silence and singular focus. Johnny started acting up some, like he always did when Simon paid too much attention to another man.

"Y'gonna talk to the pretty boy?" he asked, exasperated. "Or jest leer at'm all night?"

"If you don't, I might," Gaz said. "It's cold out these days and he looks like he's comfortable to have a lie in with."

"Fine. I'll talk to 'im." Simon stood and shouldered his way over to you, cutting a swathe through the crowd of people lingering by the bar, and put a big hand on your shoulder. "Wanna talk t'you," he rumbled. "Follow me."

"Hey, what the fuck," one of your friends said hotly. "Don't be rude."

Simon glared at her, ready to snap, but you quickly put yourself between. "It's okay. I know him."

Simon steered you outside and shoved you up against the wall. "Recognize me, do you?"

"Of course. Thought you were dead, though. Saw you here a couple months back. Kept coming back, thinking I had to be nuts." You tilt your head to the side. "I'm surprised you recognize me."

"Maybe I wouldn't've, if I'd ever seen you as a woman. But we were kids. You've changed, but I know you."

You had been the worst thing in his life, outside of his home. Quick to point out his hand-me-downs and his shaggy hair, to knock things out of his hands. If you’d been a boy back then, he would have just punched your lights out, but even then he knew better than to hit a girl. You were fair game for a fight now, as far as he was concerned, but he wasn’t really that interested in fighting. Especially when you were giving him that kicked puppy stare, regret written all over your face.

Regret was a powerful motivator, and he liked the idea of you trying to make it right. He liked the idea of seeing what he could get out of it too.

"I never got to apologize. When I heard-- Fuck, you've been through it. Apologies don't seem like enough." You look at him, big eyes and soft mouth. So fucking pretty.

"It's not enough. Don't want to 'ear it anyway. Want to make it up to me?" He waits for your nod, then reaches for his belt. "Suck me off. Right 'ere."

You look stunned for a moment. He expected to to stalk off back inside-- He didn't really want an apology, didn't think there was any making up for it, not really. Just wanted to push your buttons a bit, more than anything else.

But you dropped to your knees on the dirty ground, and waited, patient as a well trained dog. "Good boy," Simon grunted, pulling out his cock. He liked the way your big eyes got bigger, a gleam of want in them. You'd grown up to be a proper slag. He slapped his cock against your cheek, and you turned to catch it, sliding your lips and tongue along the side.

"This why you 'ad t'be such a cunt back then?" he asked, grabbing your hair to keep you from sinking your mouth down onto his cock. "Wanted me so bad an' couldn't say so?"

You glare at him from the ground. "Do you want the apology or the head, Riley?"

"Makin' me choose, are you?" He let go of your hair, however, his laugh turning to a groan as you sucked the head of his cock into your hot mouth, tongue lapping at his slit to taste the bead of bitter precum.

He was going to be more of a dick about it, but he couldn't get a word in. You worked his cock like you were made for it, working your hand over the shaft when you lapped at the tip, swallowing around him when you sank all the way down, taking him into your throat, bobbing your head back and forth, spit dribbling down your chin and his balls, messy, like you knew that was just how he liked it.

He managed to communicate that he was going to cum, enough that you let him pop free and pump his come onto your waiting tongue, purposely missing a little, his come glistening on your cheek and caught just slightly in your hair. You swallow, grimacing slightly at the taste.

"You ever eat anythin' that has a lick of nutritional value?" you gripe, using your fingers to scrape his come off your cheek and into your mouth anyway.

"Get your trousers off an' I'll eat your cunt," he offered, groaning again when you sucked him into your mouth again, cleaning off the mess. "If y’still ‘ave one. Christ. I'm takin' you 'ome either way." He lit a cigarette, glancing at the door when it pushed open, ready to bark, relaxing when he realized it was just Soap and Gaz. "Hey, lads."

You side eyed them, but you finished your job first, sitting back on your heels and wiping your mouth with your sleeve as Simon tucked himself away again. Gaz and Soap stood there, gaping like fish until you stood up.

"That's gotta be a record," Gaz said. "You haven't been gone ten minutes."

"Well, pretty boy knows what 'e likes." Simon dropped a hand on top of your head and pulled you close to his side before you could duck out of the conversation. "Don't go, pup. Figure you owe the lads an apology too. You're the reason I'm so mean, and they've 'ad t'deal with it all this time." He slid his hand down the side of your face and hooked his fingers into your mouth roughly. "What d'you think?"

You look at the other two. Gaz was trying to look nonplussed as he lit his cigarette, but there was no hiding the hungry gleam in his eyes. Soap wasn't even bothering to be subtle. He looked you up and down, palming himself through his jeans.

You shove Simon's hand out of your mouth, grinning. "Oh, he's been real mean, has he?"

Soap stepped in closer, his fingers hooking into your pocket to reel himself in next to you. "He's been a nightmare. Yeh gonna make up for it?"

"Can try. Riley's always been pretty determined t'be a cunt though. It's not all my fault."

“Need to say goodbye to your friends?” Gaz asked.

“Nah. It was a date. Didn’t really like them anyway. Felt like they were just looking for a compromise between addin’ a man or a woman to their failing marriage. Not really keen to get into all that. This sounds more fun.”

Simon chuckled. “Good choice, pup. Let’s get goin’.”

I've been rotating this thought in my mind since I read this fic by @/soapcloth about Soap being Reader's childhood bully. Read that, and then all the other stuff they've posted because there's some very fun stuff and I highly recommend their work.

Dividers by @/cafekitsune

[dilfkillerr]

˖౨ৎ ⋆｡˚﹒janitor a.i bot list update P.2

【 my janitor ai acc - @ Aresangell 】

【 my venus chub acc - @ Starangell 】

【 my cai acc - @ Angelstaar 】

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Liu Kang 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - He didn't pay attention to you so you decided to record a spicy video for him, but you didn't expect him to react.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - the hot guy at your gym was flirting with you. 🏳️‍⚧️ 》 transmasc miguel au

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Priest Miguel O'Hara 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Miguel O'Hara chose to be a priest after a personal tragedy, he never faithfully believed in anything ── However, you soon changed that, and he had to fight not to give in to the sins of the flesh.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han /Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You and Bi Han were friends with benefits, but the two of you felt much more than just lust.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Tomas and you were friends for two years. It was obvious to everyone who looked at the way Vrbada spoke to you or looked at you that the ninja was completely in love with you; the less you saw it, whether because you ignored his feelings on purpose or simply couldn't see that there was much more than platonic love. However, with the arrival of your ex, he needed to act.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/ Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You couldn't become a ninja because you were too weak, but now, the grandmaster himself took care of you.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Nanami Kento - 【 𝗔𝗙𝗔𝗕 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You accidentally sent a nude to your university professor.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 OC, Needy Boyfriend - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Dmitry is your rich and needy boyfriend, who needs you 24/7, especially when he wakes up without you in his bed.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Lord Raiden - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You were caught by him masturbating.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You needed money and now you have a 'sugar daddy'.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tio Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Your non blood uncle is obsessed with you. V.2

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - a family together, but apart.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Father Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You need to get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness. V.2

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - He wants to ask you out with him.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - drinks

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Stepfather Albert Wesker - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - did you know him... V.3

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Kuai Liang - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Cramps

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Wife Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - he is your sub wife

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - boyfriend gifts

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Goth Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - He liked you and your makeup. 🦇 》 gothic au

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - did you get hurt

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Dilf Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You were living in the house of a grumpy old man, but he os very cute... 🎀 》 DILF SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Professor Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - He's your annoying chemistry professor. 📚 》 college au

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Dilf Dracula - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - maybe he wants more than your blood. 🎀 》 DILF SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Dilf Count Dracula Count - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - you are a teacher's assistant and help him with his classes. 🎀 》DILF SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Dilf Nanami Kento - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】dirty secret🎀 》 DILF SERIES

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Lord Raiden - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - teasing and punishment

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Ice God/Bi Han - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You are the servant of a grumpy ice god. ❄️ 》 ICE GOD/KING AU.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Mad Scientist/Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - you are a wonderful experience of him. 🥼 》 MAD SCIENTIST AU

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Johnny Cage - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - aftercare

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - low self esteem | 🎀 》 daddykink version

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - you got pregnant with him... 🕷️ 》 miguel o’hara x blackcat!user

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Homelander - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - you are the new hero of the seven and he has his eyes on you.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Nanami Kento - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - we never talked about ***** **** ┆ 🧼 》 fight club au, you are his tyler...

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada- 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - new recruit

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】- valentine's day

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Simon Riley 'Ghost' - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - slutty torture

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Lord Raiden - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - he is your father figure

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】- lying between his legs

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 OC - Stepfather, Yan Jin - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - your new stepfather is rude but extremely handsome. 🎀 》DILF SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】- he needs to take care of you.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Kuai Liang - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】- arranged marriage...

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】survivor.🕊️ 》TWD AU, He's Your Negan.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Titan Lord Raiden - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - reencounter

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Step!Brother, Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】breedtable ─ m!preg.🕊️ 》DARK SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Yandere! Homelander - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - a dark hero who is in love. 🕊️ 》 DARK SERIES

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Yandere!Shang Tsung - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - obsession

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - fuck buddies

[deadghosy]

☆BEING MATTHEO’S CHILDHOOD FRIEND TO LOVER☆ male version||female version

Can I just say he’s immediately the type of guy of a childhood friend to just be close to the point he would just walk in on you showering, bathing, or even pissing without even caring?

He’s literally walking in to tell you some guy he doesn’t like when he sees that you are glaring at him while sitting down pissing.

“Get the fuck out!” You yell ready to throw a toothbrush at him. Mattheo groaned as he grabbed your wrists. You look up at him as he frowns a bit at you already dismissing him. “Dude listen! Y’know that arse that keeps making fun of you?” You start to realize mattheo’s bruised knuckles. His knuckles looked spilt as you look up from the hands that clasp your wrists. That’s where you see that devilish smile of his on his face. “He’s not gonna bother you no more baby…”

One time you took a shower and covered yourself up quickly only for mattheo to say in quote, “I’ve seen your dick before when we were kids. Calm down.” As he brushes his teeth in the morning with you. It can be exhausting.

Bromance ass cuddles when he wants them. Draco could try to tease the riddle about how “gay” he is for you. And mattheo would be like “hell yeah!” Cause mattheo don’t give no fucks. You’re his friend. His friend that he only cares about fully.

When he’s drunk, he’s crying and whining about where his best friend is at. He literally dragged a dude’s shirt, threatening him if he doesn’t say where the last time you were at the party, he’s gonna chop his dick off. Mattheo soon found you and acted calm asf. Just silently drinking with his arm around your shoulder

He’s the type to immediately text you “I see you online bitch.” When you swore to him that you were gonna go to sleep. Please he’s gonna go into your dorm room and force you to sleep.

Brings up embarrassing moments you two had, mostly your moments when taking to people. It’s just for fun!!

Protective of you, doesn’t matter if you’re older or younger. This fucker is literally 10 toes behind you in every step. Doesn’t matter if you were the cause or not. He’s backing you up real quick.

One time punched a drunk guy for trying to get close to you. He seen you from afar away with a girl dancing on him, when all he seen was you getting a drunk asshole all up on you.

You moved away a little from this guy who smelt like straight alcohol. It dosed your nose terribly as you tried to get away only for him to get closer. As he got closer, mattheo pushed the girl off him and strutted towards you. His bawling up fists and sharp breathing was clear as people in the party made way. As you turn to see your dear friend. Mattheo socked the guy’s chin. The angered and protective Slytherin was going to beat his face in, until you dragged Mattheo away. “Calm down!” You hissed at Mattheo who only breathed heavy. He was spacing out in rage. His nose scrunched up as he took heavy breaths. He seemed to snap out when you told him to calm down. “I can’t calm down when he got too close to you!” Mattheo then cupped your face, pressing both of your heads together. Your lips were pressed into a thin line as Mattheo’s eyes were still blazing with anger.

It took a while, with some cuddling from you and you saying how you felt safe. Mattheo having his arms wrapped around you, your neck being occupied by his face and head. It’s something that people would assume you two were dating. You both would deny before you two actually started dating at the end.

Mattheo was still protective of you, Mattheo a little too much but still a good amount.

He always has his hands on you. Literally touching you to make sure you stay by his side at all means.

He loves his boy, you are the most handsomest thing that ever came across his life. And now he gets to cherish you.

[awkwarddaryl]

Distraction

Daryl Dixon x FtM!Reader Pronoun used ➤ "You", a lot younger than Daryl. AO3 ➤ Here

NSFW ➤ graphic description of violence, piv, no protection.

Word count: 5.4k

TWD universe. Alexandria Era before Negan.

Posting later than usual but I couldn't work on it as much as I wanted! Anyway I had fun writing this. :) Let me know if you want more from them, or if you liked it! As usual please use protection in real life and contraceptive.

It had been a few weeks already since you realized, worried, your stock of testosterone was rapidly diminishing. You still remembered the post-Terminus time that left you with no possibility of taking any shot. You had suffered from the agony of the withdrawal, the tiredness, and the difficult mood that accompanied the group’s dire situation. In Alexandria, you didn’t want it to happen ever again, so when you heard that there was an organized run to fetch a few meds, you jumped on the occasion to go with Daryl. He had probably connected the dots, like the rest of your little group from Hershel’s farm, as they all knew your ‘special man’ status.

Considering how Aaron and Eric were sometimes treated, you weren’t ready to be open about that fact with the people of Alexandria. It added a reason to participate in this run. And there were other, quieter reasons: feeling stuck in Alexandria between oppressive walls, this normalcy, stuck among all of those people who had no idea of the world behind. Their naivety made you both hate and envy them.

Sometimes people ate other people. They would put them in containers like cattle to gut them and cook them like pigs. You still dreamt of it, vividly. Jumping out of your bed at any sound, wondering whether Alexandria was being attacked, distrusting your neighbors, not eating any served meat that wasn’t cooked in front of your eyes. Insomnias. This paranoia that the group, your family since the beginning of the events, completely understood: you had seen it from very close. As others, you had been on the verge of that precipice. You knew you could have ended up on the plate of one of those cannibals. Of course, one needed to live through it to truly grasp the horror of your memories.

Therefore, getting out, escaping, allowed you to get back to the root of a softer past, when you were more naïve, despite the struggle of death ever-present since the end of the former world. When you would go around getting bits and pieces in the houses around the prison, when you would steal from shops for essentials. And then... The presence of Daryl. After Terminus, your reunion had led to a hopeful and relieved embrace. You even had kissed his lips. An impulsive gesture, after all the adrenaline from the fights and losses, after having killed so many people to get out of there alive. And you had regretted it. You even felt shame. Without considering the fact you were a trans man, which undoubtedly made you romantically ineligible for the entire group, Daryl was a bit older than you. Shame led you to avoid him, embarrassed and disgusted by yourself. You never spoke of it again: the death of Beth, then Noah, as well as the survival of the group, had taken a hold over all kinds of shallow conversations. You couldn’t even remember whether he had responded to your kiss back then, but you remembered the way he had grasped onto your back, to the point he could have bruised you. This memory was comforting in the middle of your insomnias.

Obviously, calm came back into your lives. The fact that you didn’t have to struggle every day for your life, and the fact that you had found yourself in a run with Daryl again, rekindled some of those questions again. The priority was still the meds. At least, that what you told yourself as you looked outside the car’s window. You had borrowed it for the run, hoping to get back with a bunch of bags filled with anything valuable that you could find on top of the desired meds. Daryl was driving fast on the roads to get to a mall he had spotted a while ago. You stopped in a large parking lot at a random spot, not bothering to park correctly considering no one else would come. You each took a bag on your back, and you noticed him taking his crossbow in case there was anything to kill inside.

The building was very imposing. You realized you lost the habit of seeing such tall things as you lifted your head towards the sky. How things had changed so much. All grey and dirty from the weather, with two transparent and automatic sliding doors, allowing both of you to see inside. Despite the obscurity reining inside, the storefront of the pharmacy was visible from here, as were the numerous inert cadavers lying on the floor or against the walls. Nothing seemed to move. You watched Daryl go around the building to make sure there wasn’t any danger outside, as you went back to the car to get your crowbar. Placing it between the two doors, you used the lever arm so one door would slide, creating an opening. It was more silent than breaking the glass, and it allowed to close it back if needed.

You entered slowly, looking around and attentively listening for any moan from walkers. You smelled the rot and the dust in your nose, suppressing a sneeze while stepping over a cadaver in the main alley of the mall. Everything was dark because of the lack of electricity, and you lighted up a flashlight that you placed between your teeth, keeping your crowbar in your two hands. You looked behind you to see Daryl seeping in as well, evidently not bothered neither by the dust or the putrid smell. He removed a couple of strands of hair from his face before switching on his own light, also putting it between his teeth. He kept his crossbow in his two hands, ready to shoot. You looked at him walking like a predator, and he signed you he would go around the alley. You nodded, going to the unclosed pharmacy, waiting for you.

It seemed devoid of any walkers, but you couldn’t relax anyway. You gently tapped on one of the metallic shelf to make a bit of noise in the room, and you saw some movements behind the counter, informing you of at least one enemy. Stepping over a new cadaver, you watched the walker with his white coat animating itself, its rotting hands attempting to grasp you from behind the counter. You only needed a few seconds to lift your crowbar above your head and stick it inside the cadaver’s head. Its hands immediately went limp. You had brought him an eternal rest after all this time. You tapped on the counter to make more noise, but nothing else seemed to move anymore. You put one hand into your pockets to find a note listing all the meds you needed before going through the shelves to get the necessary products. You were lucky there were still some, even though you could see people probably had stolen a bunch of meds in the past. Jumping over the counter, you went towards the locked medicine cabinets containing all the good stuff, including your testosterone. With your crowbar, you found a way to open them, causing noise, and then you shoved everything you found into your bag.

And then finally, you found a significant amount of testosterone. All those little boxes piled up ended up in the front pocket of your bag to get them out fast once in Alexandria. With this, you had enough for at least a year, which was a relief. You found a bunch of syringes, disinfectants and needles you also put in that pocket, before going on your merry day, shoving everything you could find in the bag. After a while, you heard something entering the pharmacy, and you recognized Daryl’s gait. Still cautious, you switched off your light, preferring to sneak behind the counter so that you could look at him discreetly and confirm.

“Got what ya needed?” Daryl asked then, his gaze towards where you hid. He had probably heard you. You straightened up, putting your bag on the surface before getting out of the little space you were in behind the counter, switching your light on to observe Daryl by the entrance. “Yup. I got everything on the list too. Not many walkers here, did you find some?” “Nothin’.”

A bit strange there were so few walkers, considering it was a mall. You wondered if they were trapped in some place. “Maybe we should do a quick round, just to be sure, and take whatever we think might be needed.” You said, putting your bag on your shoulder. You came out of the pharmacy, took the vehicle’s keys from Daryl, and went towards the entrance. Getting out, you breathed in the clean air from outside in your lungs, before reaching the car and placing the bag in the trunk. You closed the car.

--

Night slowly fell as you were finishing your visit to the mall. You didn’t cover every ground you could find, but from what you could see, there was almost no active walker still around. You found the rotting corpse of a couple in a shop that seemed to have given themselves death with a bullet in the head, probably after living in the mall for a time. The majority of the food had disappeared or was actively rotting. The fact that the pharmacy had barely been touched was a miracle, in truth, but maybe past visitors’ priorities hadn’t been to find meds.

When you came back towards the car, the moon and stars seemed to glow in the sky. This too, you had missed. Lights from Alexandria hid the stars, preventing you from attending the stellar show each night like you used to see before. You would have liked spending the night out there, despite the danger, if only to enjoy the calm, the silence and the landscape’s beauty.

Your bags filled to the brim in the trunk, you sat on your respective seats, and you heard Daryl putting the key to start the car. Except... It didn’t start up. After a bit of frustration, you switched on your flashlight again to allow Daryl to find out what was going on with the vehicle. You knew nothing about cars, considering you lived all of your life in the city, and you barely knew how to drive one. Outside, you heard a few groans. You gave the flashlight to Daryl, to get out of the car with your faithful crowbar, to clean up a bit. It wasn’t a horde, but you could feel them more active and numerous. You smashed their head easily, one by one. The car, a bit noisy, seemed to attract them, and you wondered whether staying in the mall for the night wasn’t the best solution at this moment.

After a few more head smashes, you tapped on the car’s window so that Daryl would lower it. “Daryl, we should get inside for the night. We can fix the car tomorrow morning, it’s dangerous and I don’t wanna see a horde.” You saw Daryl thinking about it, then looking around, then the sky. He came out of the car, before getting towards the trunk to get all the bags out. It was indeed probably safer to keep them on both of you, even though it added a bit of weight. You came back inside the mall carrying them, and you pulled the sliding doors to keep them closed as much as you could. “I know a place.” Daryl said, and you followed him then, sighing from the weight of the bags and exhaustion.

--

After climbing escalators with your own feet, Daryl brought you to a mattress shop. It was a big space that offered a clear vision of the entire room. In the deepest part of the shop, there was an office with an emergency exit behind. Useful in case of struggles. You placed the bags in the office, and decided to bring one mattress inside the room to sleep on it. You felt your eyes and nose itch as you were watching the thick layer of dust on the mattress you planned to move. You sneezed loudly before taking the mattress in your hand to turn it over and hit it, hoping to mitigate the quantity of dust you would absorb in one night. You then moved the mattress into the room, putting it on the ground, then sat on it. You took a bag of chips and two beers each, finally taking an actual break in this run. Now that you were actually here, the idea of spending a night outside Alexandria’s walls gave you contradicting feelings: excitation in your belly with anxiety in the background, and you wondered whether this wasn’t two different sides of the same feelings, in the end.

“I can stay up for the first part of the night.” You offered then, despite the exhaustion on your shoulders. You took a tissue from your pants’ pockets to blow your itchy nose after that. There was little chance you could sleep in these conditions anyway. Between insomnias from nightmares, the unknown and dangerous place, the dust, and all those questions regarding what had happened with Daryl... You needed a bit of time to reorganize your thoughts and breathe. It was incompatible with sleep. You raised on your two feet and came closer to the door. It had a little window allowing to watch what was going on outside, which was perfect to watch over the shop and avoid being surprised by a dozen of walkers suddenly banging on the door. Daryl looked at you with strange eyes. “What?” You said then. “I know ya ain’t sleeping well since...” “Since Terminus, yeah.” You looked by the window, staring at the obscurity. Nothing seemed to move. You preferred to avoid his gaze during those kinds of topics. You heard Daryl placing his crossbow next to the mattress, seemingly relaxing a bit.

“Wanna talk about it?” He offered after a while. This wasn’t the first time. Back then, before Beth’s death, he had asked too. You remembered the shock and violence from her death. Daryl probably did, too. You weren’t ready. Maybe you would never be. You rubbed your eyes. “Sorry... I just... I can’t. Besides, we’ve all been through terrible shit, I’m not special.” “Ya ain’t the same since.” “And so what? You’re not the same since Merle. Since Beth.” You yapped then, defensive, casting a glance towards him, crossing your arms. The torchlight lighted up his face only so much, but you could still see the memories hurting him. He didn’t reply immediately, swallowing your words and his saliva.

“Ya never killed anyone before.” “I... I saw what they were doing. They almost fucking ate me.” You felt your voice tremble, you remembered that horrifying moment with that young lady you had seen, as you had been held prisoner by a group of cannibal, not far from Terminus. The way they had cut, cooked and eaten her limb, as if she had been a little snack on the way home. Their eyes filled with a monstrous hunger for human meat, tore skin from that woman trapped between their disgusting teeth as they were enjoying their disgusting meal. Just thinking about it made your body shake in fear, your thoughts escaping your grasp, and you shook your head to get rid of it with clenched fists. To get rid of these feelings, of these memories. It could have happened to your family too, they had been on the verge of getting killed when Carol had saved them. No matter what Rick had thought about her, you couldn’t help yourself but think, with a step back, that she had been right since the beginning. All those monsters needed to die, and if you could be the one that did it, you had no problem with that. Nobody would touch your family without consequences, without you doing everything in your power to destroy them. You had promised yourself that much. Did that change you? Yes, probably, and so what? You didn’t expect anyone else to do the dirty work in your place anymore.

You finally felt a hand on your forearm, allowing you to get out of this endless circle of thoughts. You realized Daryl had come towards you, bringing you back into the present, safe. Those cannibals no longer existed. You felt your heart beats faster, remembering Daryl’s hands on your back after Terminus. Your fist relaxed, you let your arms fall on the sides of your body. “What are you...” You began, as he placed a hand on your back again to get you inside his embrace. Then a hand on your head, sliding between locks of hair, massaging your scalp to comfort you. It asked every bit of self control to not sigh in pleasure from his touch. You felt your body tense a bit, scared to let yourself go, especially with two beers in the system. It had been a mistake to drink. But maybe you hoped something out of it too, in the end, an excuse. It wasn’t you, craving Daryl’s touch, it was the alcohol making you feel that way. Your eyes raised towards Daryl, flashlight not lighting his face enough to understand his expression. You could barely see his eyelashes lowered towards you, his parted lips. You couldn’t imagine seeing Daryl so soft, but yet, here he was. You accepted it, like you accepted his need for freedom and solitude. Maybe you even enjoyed that emotional distance he seemed to keep with you. Made things easier. Made dreams and fantasies less serious. Protected you from hoping anything.

This tension between you stayed for a long time. Daryl didn’t seem to move more than that, and for a while, neither did you. Your hands still automatically found their way on Daryl’s chest, tentatively, not sure of yourself, and you felt your heels raise to get a little higher. You didn’t want to speak or ask anything, because whatever this moment was, you didn’t want any sound to make it flee and disappear forever. Your fingers slid on his shoulders, noticing the texture of his T-shirt, a little wet from today’s sweat, as you felt his breath on your face. You felt his muscles slowly relax as you caressed the nape of his neck, your heart racing as you felt his lips so close to yours. He didn’t step back, and you even had the impression he was actually curious. Curious of this, of your actions. Of what could happen if he let you even closer. Did he think sometimes about what happened when you met back? You blamed your next actions on alcohol, as you delicately felt his lips against yours, chapped, bitter and salty, and this time you couldn’t help but sigh. Your body pressed against his, larger and bigger, giving you this sensation of safety that you craved. As if you weren’t in the middle of nowhere, as if you weren’t having car troubles potentially stranding you out of civilization for days.

You felt him answer to your kiss, deepening it like he was hungry for more, his hand on your hair running towards the hollow of your back. It was like you opened valves, as if his body released itself after a long restraint. He pushed you a bit strongly against the door and you felt pain at the top of your back, where you hit the door. Still, you didn’t care at all, your fingers gripping at his hair to keep his face against yours, licking his lips, welcoming his touch. You could taste the bitterness of the ale, a bit of lingering cigarette, salt from chips and saliva. Your pelvis against his, you rocked against him, feeling his cock getting harder. You felt heat invading your core, asking yourself what the fuck was happening right now. You were on the verge of stopping to make sure everything was alright, grasping at your self-control, but you heard a deep groan before you could do anything. “Stop fuckin’ thinkin’...” Daryl pressed against you even more, crushing you against the door, his fingers finding their way behind your thighs to grip them and raise you up. Without parting from your lips, you both moaned as he was frotting between your legs. Despite the clothes, you could feel his sex against yours, reminding you how much you missed sex. All that frustration that had built up within you… You wanted him.

You placed your arms around his neck, feeling your own breath escaping from your lips under the pressure and arousal, kissing his jaw, then his lips again, incapable of doing anything more. Overwhelmed, you couldn’t understand anything that was happening, but you loved it and you wanted more. So much more, your pelvis answered to his, looking for more friction. You wanted to tear off his pants to feel his cock against you, you wanted to kneel down in front of him to suck his dick. You wanted him to fuck you against this door and make you moan so loud a whole horde of walker would come. Maybe the same ideas were going through Daryl’s head, because he sped up, and his groans became more and more animalistic, as if he couldn’t control himself anymore. He finally moaned from pleasure against your neck, drooling and breathing hard. You understood then that he had come, and you confirmed it as he jerked away from another one of your pelvic thrust. His sensitivity was up through the roof after the orgasm. Not totally understanding everything that had transpired yet, you felt your feet back on the ground, Daryl’s head still in the crook of your neck to catch his breath. “Are... Are you okay?” You hesitated, your hand stroking his sweaty scalp, sticky strands of hair getting tangled with your fingers. You felt him nod against your neck, hot breath making you shiver.

You stayed that way for a little while until you heard a low moan from a walker. You pushed Daryl back softly, still in a weird state from whatever happened between you two, catching your own breath back. Then you picked up one of the flashlight to direct it towards the door’s window. One walker seemed to have noticed the strange sounds coming from the office, and slowly came towards your position. Getting your crowbar, putting aside your red cheeks from sexual pleasure, embarrassment and frustration, you got out of the room to get the walker to the ground, one hit in his head.

When you came back, you couldn’t help but notice the stain on Daryl’s pants with the light, as you placed it next to the mattress. He was sitting on the edge, and you did the same, placing a hand on his arm to stroke him. He seemed like he was avoiding your stare. One part of you was desperate for him to properly take care of you, with his lips and his fingers in you. Nevertheless, even with two beers, you could still control yourself.

“I didn’t know you... Liked me that way.” You even convinced yourself of the opposite. “Well, ya never asked. Avoided me since...” “... Since the kiss.” You finished. “Yeah.”

You watched him concentrate on the empty beer bottles, raising his knees against himself, arms surrounding them. Your body got closer to his automatically, your heart beating fast again at the idea he could touch you, and even liked touching you. “Would you do me a favor?” “What?” His question revealed his surprise. “Finish what you started.” You whispered, your own hands getting to your pants to unbutton and remove it. He observed you, probably with a bit of difficulty considering the amount of light in the room, but it made the scene even more intimate and secret. You took one of his hand to place it on your sex, resisting the urge to rub against it. “Haven’t cummed yet, ‘m still burning up ‘cause of you.” “‘Thought you hated me.” “I thought you hated me.” You answered, feeling the heat of his hand against your dick. His fingers flickered on it, tensing your body, a sigh of pleasure escaping from your lips.

“I thought you thought I was disgusting.” You said, avoiding his stare. He slowly lowered towards your entrance, rubbing your lips, going from top to bottom above your underwear.

After a few seconds, his body unfolded to get on his knees on the ground, in front of you, and you watched him lowering his face between your legs. Embarrassment invaded you as he placed a kiss on your dick, but you couldn’t help but want more. You felt disgusting, wrong, but you wanted him so badly too. Desiring him, wanting to feel more, you hurried yourself to remove your boxers, spreading your legs as he moved a hand on your thigh, massaging up to your ass. You felt his face against your skin, kissing your dick before getting it between his lips, sucking. Your body trembled and twisted in pleasure, your elbows barely supporting your weight. You felt his lips lowering towards your entrance, licking again, sliding his tongue in, kissing you more. You couldn’t imagine he desired you that way, and yet. Maybe he didn’t think you were so disgusting. “Fuck... Daryl...” You sighed, at his mercy.

His body straightened up after a while to remove his own pants, his cock so obviously hard again. You watched him, feeling your cheeks hot again, impressed by the size under his underwear, your mouth watering at the idea of touching him there. Never in a million years you would have thought being able to see that, to experience him that way. The light barely illuminated his face, shadows softening his features. You could see his lips shine, the area surrounding his mouth wet, and his black eyes staring at you like he was going to devour you. And you wanted him to do so. Daryl approached, seemingly less confident, and you placed your arms around his shoulders to kiss him with desire, your legs getting on his ass to bring him closer to you. You both fell against the mattress, and you felt his cock rubbing against you once again. This time, however, it was hot and wet, almost raw despite the fabric between you. You sighed together in pleasure, desperate to feel him even closer to you, inside of you. A few strands of his hair fell on your face, and you took the time to bring them back behind his ears, offering a shy smile.

Your hands slid towards Daryl’s flanks, lowering towards the elastic band of his boxers, signaling you wanted it out. He raised back up on his knees hastily, and you thought you recognized his expression from before. His hands trembled because of his desire, he struggled to control himself. You helped him to remove his underwear, watching his swollen cock, and you brought your hands around it to pump him. He closed his eyes under your attentions, his hips accompanying your movements in what looked like desperation for release. You let it go eventually, and Daryl looked at you, completely undone, his wet cock dripping from precum. You used your heels on his ass to encourage him to get closer to you again, which he did with no hesitation. Feeling his fat cock, so hot and hard against you, made you moan in pleasure. Everything was slippery between you two, from sweat and fluids. You rubbed against one another, sighing and whispering from pleasure, and you eventually felt him invading you. It had been so long, you had to slow down and breathe to relax your walls, especially considering the size. He looked at you with a mixture of concern and pleasure, but you could feel your body tremble from desire, almost overflowing. His hips thrusted even deeper, and you arched your back in response, from pain and pleasure. “Aaah... You’re fucking huge. Wait wait wait...”

He stopped, but you could feel his breath against your face, and you stroked his cheek. He seemed completely overwhelmed by sensations, pleasure, and his needs. “Ya feel... so tight..” He said, breathless, his hands grasping at the mattress to stay above you. Relaxing little by little, you moved your hips around to get used to the size, feeling Daryl’s body trembling. “Go...” You whispered, and you felt him thrusting even deeper within you, up to the deepest part, and your body shook from the extreme sensations. “Aaah...” He looked like he was wondering whether everything was okay, but your expression probably reassured him, as he started moving. He began slowly, probably to be sure you wouldn’t feel any pain. Little by little, however, he sped up, releasing control over his own body. He went faster, then thrusted harder, hitting the depth of your cunt, making you moan in pleasure, the pain subsiding to give room for ecstasy. You felt the walls of your intimacy squeeze his cock, making him growl like a beast. “Fuckin’ good...” A hand lowered towards your dick to stroke yourself at the same time. Your eyes closed, overwhelmed, feeling completely filled up by his penis, his loss of control over his own body like an animal in heat, making your head spin and tremble.

When he came this time, inside of you, you squeezed his cock inside you to milk his seed. He groaned from pleasure, his arms barely keeping him up, his head getting towards your neck once more. Maybe from shame, maybe from exhaustion. Keeping his large sex inside of you, you continued your masturbation, feeling wet kisses, his body burning against yours, his seed within you, his cock still filling you, your heart beating fast in your chest. You didn’t need much time before the orgasm, whimpering from pleasure and overstimulation. You finally let yourself relax and breathe, completely boneless. You couldn’t think anymore. It took some time before you could get your mind back, with the fear of having alerted all the walkers around towards your shelter for the night. But the sex had drained you physically, and you weren’t sure you could get back up and walk straight anymore.

The idea made you smile.

You stroked his hair slowly, and after a while, he finally raised back up. You saw he avoided your gaze again, as he slowly removed his cock from you with a sigh. He walked towards the door, still half naked, looking through the window with one flashlight. “So... Did we lure in every existing walker around?” You asked, cheeks still hot, lying on the side after putting your boxers back, embarrassed by your own body, but devouring his with your eyes. “Doesn’t seem so.” He replied, voice still hoarse from your activity. “So... We could have been louder. Maybe next time?” You smirked.

He pointed the light towards you, and you couldn’t see his expression. “I ain’t bringing you next time.” “Because I’m too distracting?” You wiggled your body around, joking, false confidence. He didn’t reply, bringing back the light towards the window to watch potential walkers.

--

Night went on with no issue. Daryl took watch for one part of the night, then you, but neither one of you could really sleep. It was a comfortable silence between you two, without the pressure of discussing anything, simply existing in the same space. You observed him watching by the window or lying down on the mattress to rest, and he didn’t mind you staring. You thought back on your sexual encounter, but also your discussion. Of the nightmares that were still here, even if Daryl had brought you some comfort.

You weren’t idiots. You knew that whatever you had wouldn’t last long. Because one of you would inevitably die. But, before that, you now knew you could count on one another for comfort at the heart of sleepless nights. A distraction.

Daryl managed to fix the car the next morning, and you went. You still couldn’t help but place a hand on his arm for a chunk of the travel back to Alexandria.

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Skittish | Bucky Barnes x ftm!reader | english version

summary: After a long battle and especially hard research, the Avengers finally found the Winter Soldier. To keep everyone safe, they keep him locked in their HQ. In semi-freedom but especially in a trance, Bucky Barnes attracts the attention of the young boy in charge of taking care of him during his stay here.

notes: I prefer to specify it, the temporality is not exactly respected. Let's say that all this takes place just after Captain America: The Winter Soldier.

⚠︎ warnings: mentions of heavy trauma related to the war and the Hydra projects, a form of depressed!Bucky, violence, weapons, incomprehension of transidentity without transphobia, mentions of suicidal thoughts.

English isn't my first language, sorry for the mistakes <3

- 2nd person description

- 5 371 words

french version here

You were the little protégé of the group, he had quickly noticed. Even if Natasha didn't have superpowers or a robotic suit either, she was part of the team. She and Clint were kind of the superhumans of the group, with superhuman abilities but nothing that surpassed Thor's lightning or Hulk's muscles. Then, there was you, a fairly normal little human with no particular specificities. High intelligence, extreme kindness and an adorable smile. But no mastery of martial arts. You knew the basics of fighting, Nat had taught you the main thing. You had ended up understanding Bruce's extravagant chemical formulas, and you understood the most important things Tony said in his intense nerd phases. But once again, you were nothing special, and that made Bucky wonder. Why was a basic human here? What were you doing in the middle of the Avengers? Even though he had missed a few decisive years from a social point of view, he didn't understand.

As he stared from his cell, he saw scenes he didn't know how to interpret. You assisting Tony Stark and Jarvis, you laughing with Bruce Banner, you helping Natasha Romanoff train, you carrying Steve Rogers' shield to him, you sorting Clint Barton's arrows, you redoing Thor's braids.

What were you doing there?

You had cheerfully introduced yourself to him. With a friendly smile on your lips, you had stated your name, first name and pronouns – he hadn't really understood this last point –. You had surely been informed of his situation. Don't be offended, he'll need a little time, someone must have whispered to you. He hadn't answered you, and you hadn't seemed offended. You had then left, and he had remained perplexed. If you already knew everything about him, why come and introduce yourself? You must have read his files, you must have all read his files. Steve had to slip away to get some air, Natasha inspected everything in detail, Bruce muttered "it’s awful". You had to read his files. See his life laid out on a large table, foreign hands going over the medical reports. You had to read with anguish the endless list of victims he had killed during his missions, observe the modifications that had been made to him, the treatments inflicted, the pains endured. You had seen all that. Then, why come see him?

"Let's just say I don't really like you hanging around this guy," Tony's voice had been saying for several minutes, "Jarvis copy this plan for me and make a 3D reconstruction with train stations, airports and all the stuff."

The holograms moved before your eyes, but you hadn't paid attention to them. Back then, the first time you saw this virtual world being modeled in Tony's office, you were like a kid. Stars in your eyes, you asked a thousand questions per second, making the creator of this program smile. But now you knew yourself how most of the "Jarvis" system worked, and you weren't so impressed anymore, or at least you weren't with every move Stark made.

"I don't see what's bothering you," you replied, innocently swinging your legs in the air.

Tony turned around with his ever-so-dramatic gestures, making a vague movement with his hand he tried to make you understand things without having to speak. Unfortunately for him telekinesis was not part of your abilities.

"Okay," he admitted to himself, defeated, "to start with his sophisticated robotic arm that could crush you before you could scream," he mimed disinterestedly, “did you look at him? Unstable and completely high."

A non-hidden smile drew a curve across your lips.

"We're still talking about Bucky Barnes?” you had fun, “because I rather have the impression that you're looking at yourself in a mirror"

You glanced at Jarvis, who was finishing your friend's request. Then, your attention went back to the billionaire who was visibly desperate to have this discussion with you – you were getting used to it, a demonstration of love coming from Tony –.

"I prefer to cut you off right now," your voice continued, "I forbid you to give me the traditional excuses like he's dangerous or armed or he's a murderer”. You got down from the table where you were sitting and gestured around the room, “look around Tony, only weapons or future weapons,” you got closer to him and pointed at his forehead, “you have the greatest weapon that humanity has ever known in this skull. Natasha and Clint are professional killers, Steve is a traumatized soldier who makes a denial, Thor is an alien with supernatural powers and Bruce is a scientist haunted by a destructive alter-ego”. You pause to admire the still indecipherable facial expression of the man in front of you, “you are all murderers and dangers to Mankind, the only difference between you and Barnes is that you chose to devote your talents to a cause, and he had no choice".

Tony remained motionless for a few long seconds, a whirlwind surely vibrating his neurons. Then, he shrugged his shoulders and quickly bowed his head in defeat.

"You're right," he declared, "I’ve no more arguments and yours are solid”, he turned and went back to Jarvis, “well done kid"

A year ago you would have been perplexed by this reaction, but time had taught you that you had to take Tony Stark with a grain of salt and observe him as you would with a foreign mushroom. All you could remember from this interaction was that you were tired, that you had won against the great megalomaniac Iron Man and above all that you had to talk to Barnes again.

No one had really agreed with Steve on the idea of ​​bringing a Hydra mercenary back to Avengers HQ. It's the equivalent of serving him our secrets on a silver platter, Clint had rightly said. You had been surprised to see Nat defend Barnes, alongside you and Steve – of course –. There was Bruce who couldn't deliver a distinct judgment, then Tony and Clint who were against. Thor having left, you didn't know where in space, the votes had therefore been closed with a majority of for.

You had helped Captain set up a room that was at least habitable in a protective cell, a bit like the one that had sheltered Loki. While the tall blond carried the fold-out bed, you had taken care of a bag of clothes – approximately Barnes' size – and another with water and sweets, this idea had come from you. You found it unfair to call this man a simple murderer, he had been manipulated and controlled. As you put the cereal bars on a small iron table, you tried not to think about the chaos that must be going on in the Winter Soldier's head at the same time. He must have been just as traumatized as his victims, maybe even more so. And finding himself in such a particular environment overnight must have been disturbing. So a chocolate bar and a soda couldn't hurt him.

Thank you, Steve had murmured, for understanding. You had given him a touching smile, holding back the urge to ask him how he felt. He had just found his best friend, who was supposed to have disappeared for several decades, and on top of that, this friend had suffered inhumane treatment for most of his life now. It was obvious that he didn't feel well, that he was helpless in the face of this situation. Bruce had advised you to give him time, and that if he needed it, he would end up talking to one of you. You had listened to his advice, and focused more on Barnes instead.

You had introduced yourself first, starting with a simple acquaintance. You had then made sure to take care of his needs, slipping in a new bottle of fresh water when the previous one was empty, opening his prison only when night fell so that he could go shower without running into a contemptuous Tony or a depressed Steve.

On this subject, rules had been established to guarantee everyone's safety. If Bucky left his cell it was always in the company of one of you – you were the only ones with the passes –, if he asked for something – which he never did – the object had to pass through several control portals before being given to him, and finally no matter where he went, toilets or showers, someone had to watch over him within the limits of privacy. Bruce had offered to take turns, but judging by the faces of the others you had volunteered to ensure most of his outings. Natasha was supposed to replace you when you weren't available, then Tony if neither of you were present. This way you had avoided conflicts but also and above all Steve wouldn't have to go there.

You didn't know him, Bucky, having only seen the videos in his file, and yet every time you went to visit him your stomach knotted. There was no question of fear, since his robotic arm had been censored to the maximum thanks to a Stark gadget, leaving him only the freedom to use it as a normal limb, without super-strength or integrated weapons. He remains a super soldier, Bruce had warned, his physical faculties are superior to Nat's and he has a serum similar to Steve's in his veins. But you weren't afraid. Unfortunately a goat would have made you shiver more than Barnes when you went to see him. He was always on pause. Never spoke, barely moving his gaze from the ground. You had been reassured to see that he ate the bare minimum, and he had even tasted a chocolate bar one day. But aside from these details, it was as if you were seeing the same robot in the same position, day after day. Your stomach knotted for these reasons, because when you brought him clean sheets he had nothing of the man you had seen on video. The rage that haunted his eyes had disappeared, there was only a nameless emptiness left, and you had never seen anything so sad. You didn't feel like you had a hundred-year-old Hydra soldier in front of you, but a broken orphan.

You spent a lot of time rereading his file, his reports, his exams. You tried to understand him through these papers. Steve was lost, he no longer saw Buck in those eyes, and you were trying to understand what he had become, Buck. According to his personal file, he had been found at the age of twenty-six before undergoing Hydra’s experiments. A photo of him, in 1943, was stuck to the paper. A shy smile on his lips, his infantry hat slightly tilted on his head and his uniform without a crease sitting proudly on his chest. A tear had seriously rolled down your cheek, ending its path in a Russian handwriting: Зимний Солдат, in other words Winter Soldier. Bruce had carried out a complete tradition of all the documents, later corrected by Natasha. Maybe rereading these texts was not good for you, but you needed it. You were the only one here who was interested in Barnes. Steve felt so guilty that he was in a kind of denial, Nat was only coldly studying the soldier’s file and let’s not even talk about the others. Bucky needed time, understanding and gentleness to at least not make his after-effects worse. You most certainly had to make mistakes, not being a psychologist by profession, but you were already doing better than your comrades and than Hydra.

"Nice evening, huh?" Your voice echoed in a leaden silence.

The sun had set for over three hours, most of the Avengers were in their rooms or gone outside, which meant that it was the perfect time for Barnes to take a shower. You had gathered your strength and went to the soldier's cell. When you had passed by, about two hours ago, he had not wanted to eat his meal so you had taken it back and heated it up again for later. With the hot dish in one hand, you carefully closed the armored glass door behind you. As you expected, Barnes had hardly moved since your last visit. Still sitting cross-legged in his bed, he seemed vaguely to notice your presence.

"I know you didn't want to eat earlier," you began, putting the meal down next to him, "but I thought that maybe your appetite had returned in the meantime."

Sometimes you were entitled to a small, hoarse "hum" from the back of his throat as a response, but you wondered if it was intentional since his gestures didn't match this slight sign of life. Unfortunately, tonight wasn't part of that "sometimes." No noise, barely a breath. But you didn't get discouraged.

The first few times you came to talk to him, his complete lack of reaction had made you wonder about his possible understanding of your language. Yet you had read that he read and spoke at least two languages, including yours. You might not understand what I'm telling you, you had mumbled while picking up his used clothes. Your biggest interaction with him had been when he had looked you straight in the eye and said in a pleasantly deep voice: I understand.

“Other than that you can-”

You were surprised to see him stand up on his own, studiously heading towards the exit door while waiting for you to open it. You were usually the one who went first to the exit, waiting two or three seconds for him to get up and join you. But this was a nice surprise, maybe it meant that his condition was improving.

Your electromagnetic pass stuck to the dashboard, a small beep sounded before you pushed the heavy door and let Barnes go first. These security questions were mandatory for you to approach the Winter Soldier. Always making him walk in front of you, making your pass inaccessible – hidden in your sleeve most of the time as Bruce had advised you –, a bladed weapon concealed against your ankle in case of trouble, and you weren't supposed to talk to him about yourself or the team. Clint had wanted to add an additional rule: not to speak to him unless necessary, to prevent any risk of manipulation. Did you look at him carefully? Had you imposed yourself in the discussion, he didn't utter any opposition during the whole process to bring him back here, and then remember his mission reports, he wasn't a spy but a mass murderer, he was programmed to speak as little as possible to his victims. Tony had agreed with you on the subject, recalling the case of Loki – once again – who was very different from Barnes.

Stupid rules, you thought as you watched the silhouette of the man in front of you advance in the long corridor. If the others saw him for more than five minutes, they would realize that he was nothing more than a victim in this cell. They all found you a little naive and they appreciated you for that, a ray of hope in the midst of chaos. Yet you were by far the one with the best perception of the others. Each villain had arguments, good or bad, you listened to them all. You reasoned with the team, making them come out of their superhero bubble to show them the possibility of a little levity.

You did not doubt the abilities of Barnes, you wanted to find yourself face to face with him even less than with Nat – and that was already a lot –. You sometimes looked again at the surveillance videos taken the day Natasha and Steve fought him for the first time. He was hypnotizing, in the way all his movements seemed to come together with such fluidity and speed, the way his body thought for him and acted accordingly. You were dizzy from a roll in comparison, so seeing it all was astounding. Of course, there were horrible explanations behind these gifts, just like most people who could reproduce all this, but you still couldn't help but analyze these videos. And then, there in that hallway, you looked at Barnes' back, his arm gleaming, the red star enthroned there, and you wondered what was going on in his mind. What he could do was inhuman, and seeing it in image reinforced that feeling.Then you had to realize that he was a human being, who had once been like you. His way of functioning had to have been completely disrupted, distorted and destroyed. We had to reduce to crumbs what had been to build what was now, that was how it worked. To adapt to a new environment we were always advised to forget everything we thought we knew, all the movies said it. In the same way that flat-earthers were convinced that the Earth was flat, Barnes no longer saw the world the way you did.

As the rules said, you discreetly put your pass in a pants pocket as you reached the bathroom. Simple locks served as security, and it was more than enough. No one except you had ever mentioned the possibility that Bucky was trying to end his life. If he did, the bathroom was the best place, which is why a simple lock would do the trick so that you or someone else could break down the door if necessary. But you avoided thinking too much about this exit, because through the few interactions you had had with him and the thoughts you had about him, you had become truly attached to him.

You opened the shower curtain, under Barnes' intrigued gaze. Each Avengers had a bathroom with the bare minimum in their room, but there were also three larger bathrooms on the second floor. These were the rooms to clean yourself in an emergency when you came back covered in blood, or Bruce went there in the event of a green alert for example. They were more accessible than the bedrooms, which explained this function. But what made Bucky curious was not that. You always gave him room number two, with a basic shower, a sink and a toilet. But there you were in number one, with a bathtub. He quickly detailed the room, slightly larger and apart from the bathtub there was nothing that differentiated it from number 2. As always, you had previously removed all objects that could be used as weapons. The pile of two clean towels overhung by harsh soap and shampoo – to avoid the risk of swallowing or too aggressive eye attacks – and the washcloth, were still carefully placed on the edge of the sink. So why a bathtub?

As if you were reading his mind, you turned around in a fluid movement. You took the time to appreciate Barnes' expressive gaze – it was so rare – before answering his questions.

"I assumed it must have been years since you had a real bath, you tried to avoid the Hydra subject, so I thought it could be a good idea?”

A good number of emotions passed through the blue of his eyes, only accentuating your apprehension about his reaction. No one had been even friendly to him for a long time, which meant that he was going to take a while before properly reacting. But as you had imagined, his gaze scanned the bathtub behind you at breakneck speed in search of a trap. I'm not like them, you thought with a pang of heart.

"I know what you must be telling yourself, but there is no trap Bucky,” his name resonated more than you would have imagined, “it's going to be long but believe me I'm not trying to kill you or hurt you"

A heavy doubt seemed to weigh, and you could only understand. This kind of sentence, he must have heard far too many before ending up electrocuted or worse. To help his process, you moved away and let him fully observe the place. His eyes locked on the shower head longer than expected, and once again, you felt nauseous as you imagined the traumas that must be replaying in his head. In that moment, you thought back to the first time you had led him into a bathroom. He had refused to get into the shower, his jaw clenched to the point that his teeth must have hurt, he had stared at you with a cocktail of indecipherable emotions in his eyes. You had ended up remembering the treatment reserved for Jews in the showers during the Second World War, and you had immediately apologized. Sorry, I should have thought of that, you had said guiltily, if you want you can just wash yourself with the washcloth and the faucet water, no need for the shower head today if you don't trust it. And the situation seemed to be happening again tonight, he was afraid that you would want to get rid of him during his shower, or bath in this case. Unfortunately, techniques have evolved since 39-45, especially since he was in the HQ of the greatest engineer in the United States, which meant that you could have found many methods to kill him while he was washing.

But you had to find a way to reassure him, because you had no intention of executing him quietly, and you wanted to be sincerely nice.

"Maybe if it reassures you I can-,” you hesitated before telling yourself that it was for a good cause, “I can stay with you? There's a curtain anyway"

Faced with his expression that swayed from surprise to doubt, you felt obliged to justify.

"If there's gas or an explosion, I'll die with you, which wouldn't be very appreciated by the team”, you paused slightly to gauge his reaction, “and if there's anything else threatening you can kill me yourself since I'll be right next to you”. You then brandish the door’s key between your two fingers, “on top of that I lock us in and leave the key on the edge of the bathtub, so I don't run away and lock you behind me"

You had the strong impression that in another time, Barnes would have smiled, maybe even laughed. Then, to your surprise, you saw a semblance of amusement in his eyes. An almost invisible veil that lasted only a second, just long enough for a distant version of him to take over the Winter Soldier. You couldn't help your smile, waiting despite everything for a more concrete reaction before reacting in return.

Bucky tried to get a dominant emotion out of the hubbub that was playing in his mind. You were definitely different, and he was beginning to understand why you had your place in the middle of a band of superhumans. And even if someone who spoke like you had the perfect profile to manipulate people at a high level, he risked taking his chance.

"Can I have twenty seconds alone to undress"

The shiver that electrocuted your entire body surely did not go unnoticed. His voice, his tone, gave a more directive than questioning turn to his question, and you only nodded slightly. In turn, you became as silent as him, too disturbed by the outburst of reactions on his part in such a short time. You left the bathroom, pushed the door behind you without closing it, because despite your shock, your unconscious valued your safety.

While you waited for some signal authorizing you to enter the room, you wandered on new thoughts. Barnes had not spoken to anyone from what you had been told. The cameras had recorded that during the fight to neutralize him he had spoken, a few Hydra men were with him so you had assumed that he was giving them orders in Russian. Natasha had been too busy trying not to die to pay attention to what he had said, but in hindsight, you wanted to know what had come out of his mouth that day. Tony liked to say that Russian was one of the least welcoming languages ​​in the world, but strangely hearing it from Bucky made you want to. Maybe it was his growling voice, maybe because Russian had been his “native” language for years. Besides Russian, he spoke other languages ​​according to reports, but then again he hadn’t shown off his skills to anyone but you. Besides, I’m pretty much the only one he’s seen since he arrived, you thought. But he had still had the opportunity when Bruce had come with you to visit him to check a wiring on the dashboard. He could have done it from his cell too, since it was completely transparent and he could see the hallway where many people passed, he could have talked. But he hadn’t, and without knowing why you had the feeling that he only wanted to talk to you.

The sound of water almost made you jump. You muttered a curse – hoping Bucky hadn’t heard – before slowly turning towards the door.

“Can I?” You rather ask to avoid a drama.

By the time he answered, you let your mind wander again. What if he was just naked in the middle of the room? Hydra had conditioned him to lose all sense of ownership, to make even his body no longer belong to him, which he meant was that nudity was no longer taboo and that on the contrary – given to the horrors these people had done – they could very well have forced him to stay naked to humiliate him further.

"Yes," his voice echoed vaguely.

Preparing yourself for the worst, you took a deep breath and kept your eyes high to avoid any eye contact in the wrong place. But as you opened the door you were relieved to see the curtain halfway drawn and Bucky already in the water. A feeling, which at the time you compared to a parent proud of their child, warmed your heart. It may not have been much in the eyes of the world, but you imagined the man's feelings when he plunged a body that had become almost unknown into warm water prepared for him, and him alone. Comfort, surprise, relief. A lot must have been going on in the Winter Soldier's head.

You closed the door behind you, locking the exit as planned. But as you moved closer to place the key next to him, a second wave of heat passed through your body as you realized something. He had only drawn the curtain halfway, thus hiding the lower part of his body but leaving you all the pleasure of seeing from his torso. Once again, in other measures you would not have found the situation moving, but rather comical. Except that this is the Winter Soldier, and all his communication was done without voice. He had left his arms and face visible so that you too could see that he wasn't a threat. In the same way that you had found a solution to his anxiety, he was taking a step towards you, showing you that you had no reason to fear him at the moment.

"Thank you," you murmured.

As if you were afraid of breaking the moment, you settled down without a sound. There was no chair here, but the floor suited you. You crossed your legs while resting your back against the small extension of the wall attached to the bathtub. This way, you stayed close enough to him while respecting a necessary distance to avoid seeing the rest of his naked body.

You forgot to check the time, no longer counting the minutes of observation that the man in front of you gave you before asking questions.

Bucky stayed in the water for a whole hour before it started to cool down. You spent all your time detailing his relaxed face, his eyes closed as if he was going to fall asleep from one second to the next. Then when he opened his eyelids again, he looked at you in turn for a few seconds, before asking you if he could get out of the bath. In his sentence, reality hit you again.

You had a mad desire to tell him that he was free, that he no longer had to take orders. You wanted to show him the world, to make him taste vanilla ice cream, to make him smell incense in churches, the greasy of triple burgers. You had the need to see him buy with his own money, help him get up from his first falls. When he looked at you with his big blue eyes, waiting for your permission to get out of a bath, you wanted to ask him for forgiveness, in the name of humanity. To promise him that no one would come and hit him, to promise this little boy that nothing would happen to him, that he could live a peaceful and happy life with his friends and family. But looking at the raw skin on his left shoulder, looking at the weapon that was implanted in his body, you felt your stomach turn. No one had been there to protect this child from Brooklyn, none of the people who had done this to him had even felt sorry for this man. And today he was sleeping in a cell capable of resisting the strength of the Hulk.

"You can get out of the bath," your voice broke.

He obeyed, rolling the superhuman muscles of his body to straighten up. You barely moved, being too far away in your thoughts to even think of looking away from him. A new blow was dealt to your heart as you realized that yes, he no longer had any notion of possession over his body. Two drops of water fell against your calf as he grabbed the largest towel and wiped his skin without emotion. The rough sound of the fabric made you shiver, and then you slowly stood up. He was taller than you, but neither that nor his robotic arm stopped you from grabbing his wet towel. His body failed to react when you passed the white fabric against his arm, his face was frozen in an expression of total incomprehension, faced with the softness with which the towel came into contact with his skin.

You finished your task, as if he were just a tiny puppy to wipe. Then, you took three steps back and fixed your eyes on his. You handed him some clean clothes, before taking the key back and heading towards the door.

“I really need some hot chocolate,” your voice still broken with tears declared, “and I’d love to share it with you, Bucky.”

Your slightly trembling hand wiped the moisture from your cheeks, then gradually turned back to the soldier after unlocking the exit. He had already dressed, the black jogging bottoms falling low on his hips. Bucky examined your face, and his eyebrows met in a half-confused, half-sad expression. He got close enough to you for you to feel the warmth he gave off.

“No cinnamon,” he said, “I don’t think I like it.”

You let out a nervous chuckle, telling yourself that only you could find yourself in these situations.

“No cinnamon.”

There was a first time for everything, and when you saw – later that night – whipped cream on the Winter Soldier’s lips, you thought that after all, the child could not be saved but that you could bring the man back to life.

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[yanderestarangel]

★ ! hidden desires — stalker!bruce wayne x male reader

a/n: This is a repost! The first post has been taken down ( by tumblr itself lol); sorry and thanks for letting me know.

♡⁠┊tw: stalking, suggestive behavior, fingering, casual sex, v! sex, ftm reader, sex with a condom, afab anatomy, blowjob.

Each time he remembered what he had done—stalking you for weeks from the shadows like the nocturnal creature he was—a strange sense of shame settled in his chest. He used his shadowy vigilante persona to justify his unhealthy obsession, but even that excuse felt hollow.

He kept insisting to himself, "It's just for his safety." However, the heat in his groin wouldn't let him pretend otherwise — standing in the rain and cold nights by the window in the building above your house... But lying and manipulating to get into your life and home was not something he usually did.

That night, you'd gone out to the club. People were whispering about a new drug called "Bliss" and some underworld drama involving Sofia Falcone, while the red lights of the club mixed with your carefree expression, oblivious to Gotham's lurking dangers.

Wayne, however, was watching you as always—from afar, waiting for the right moment to act.

He wasn’t oblivious; his glances at a few attractive men at the party hadn’t escaped the dark gaze of the guard’s blue irises. He knew his obsession with you had gone too far, yet he ignored the rational alarms ringing in his mind—and started toward you.

It hadn’t been very difficult for him to get into his pants and into his home, and, to be honest, he didn’t know whether to feel angry or surprised. Perhaps it was a bittersweet mixture he’d reflect on only after leaving the apartment, since, after all, his blood wasn’t exactly rushing to his head.

You whispered a question, asking his name, but his hands were too focused on exploring your body.

"Bruce," he growled, finally breaking the silence. "My name is Bruce." The words came out more tense than he’d anticipated, and he silently prayed you wouldn’t ask anything else—or recognize him as one of Gotham’s elusive big shots.

Bruce’s fingers pressed deeper into your warm, slick heat, curling just right against that sensitive spot that made you see stars. He felt you tighten around him, your body responding to every stroke. With an added finger, he stretched you gently, preparing you for more. His thumb found your clit, drawing tight, deliberate circles as he drove you closer to the edge with relentless precision.

Bruce murmured, "So tight. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me," his voice thick with desire. His mouth latched onto your nipple, sucking hard, while his fingers continued their steady rhythm inside you. He felt the tremors in your body, heard your breathy moans, each sound and movement pushing you closer to the edge.

"Come for me," he demanded, his teeth grazing your flesh. "Come on my fingers like a good boy."

And you did, your walls clenching around him as you cried out in pleasure. Bruce guided you through it, prolonging your orgasm and drawing every last drop of ecstasy from your quivering form.

When you finally collapsed back onto the bed, spent and panting, Wayne withdrew his fingers and brought them to his lips. He licked them clean, savoring your taste and scent. It was so sweet and erotic that he felt his cock throb, and all the rationality and chivalry that defined his persona went out the window.

Quickly, the rest of your clothes were removed, and the man with black eye shadow sat on your bed, spreading his thighs and inviting you to suck his cock — a command you immediately obeyed. The sight of you on your knees, your plump lips stretched around his shaft, was almost too much for him.

He tangled his fingers in your hair, guiding your head as you moved up and down, taking him deeper and deeper into your throat, his hips rocking forward to meet your eager tongue. "Just like that, atta boy... Take it all."

He could feel you gagging around him, could hear the wet, obscene sounds of your slurping and sucking. It was music to his ears—a symphony of pleasure that nearly undid him. His other hand found your ass, squeezing the supple flesh as he pulled you closer, pressing his cock deeper down your throat. He could feel you struggling to breathe, could see the tears streaming down your cheeks, but he didn't relent.

"Look at me... I want to see your eyes when you choke on my cock."

He commanded, holding your gaze as you struggled to comply, your eyes watering as you fought for air. But you didn’t pull away or tap out; instead, you leaned in, taking him even deeper until your nose pressed against his pelvis. He was so close to climax, but he held back, wanting to savor this intense connection, feeling your body fully aligned with his.

"No fuck... not yet..." He grunted hoarsely taking his mouth off his cock as he shook trying to hold back his orgasm. "On your hands and knees, now." He ran his hands over your smooth skin, caressing your curves, your softness, a stark contrast to his own hard planes. He was prepared that night, carrying a condom in his jacket pocket, even though he thought the chances of him touching you were zero... Well, apparently not. He positioned himself behind you, the head of his cock nudging against your entrance.

With a slow thrust, he pushed forward, breaking your tight heat. He groaned at the sensation, at the way your walls clenched around him, trying to draw him deeper. He watched his cock disappear inside you, your tight heat enveloping him completely. He could feel every twitch, every pulse of your walls around him, could see the way your body yielded to his, taking him deeper and deeper.

But despite the overwhelming sensations, he remained silent, unsure of how to express the depth of his desire, the intensity of his need. He'd never been good with words, had always been better with actions, with his fists, with his body. You tried to talk to him, however Bruce's hand came down hard on your ass, the sharp sting of the slap echoing in the room. He watched as you jolted forward, your back arching, your head thrown back in ecstasy.

"Shh... Don't talk. Just feel." He punctuated his command with another slap, his fingers digging into the reddening flesh of your ass, holding you in place as he drove into you with renewed vigor. Wayne watched as you came undone beneath him, your body shaking, your walls clenching around his cock. He could feel your release coating his shaft, could hear your sweet whimpers filling the room.

And then he was coming too, his orgasm ripping through him like a tidal wave. He buried himself deep inside you, his hips grinding against your ass as he filled the condom with his seed. He collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his breath hot against your neck. For a long moment, he simply held you, savoring the feeling of your body against his, the warmth of your skin, the racing of your heart.

He wasn't used to this, to the intimacy, to the vulnerability. He was better at fighting, at brooding, at being alone... Stalking you was a different thing than finally having you, and he felt no shame in having lied. So he pulled out of you, quickly disposing of the condom before rolling off the bed. He stood there for a moment, his back to you, his hands clenched at his sides.

"I...I should go," he mumbled, not quite meeting your eyes. "I have work to do... It was cool..."

He grabbed his clothes, dressing quickly, efficiently. He didn't know what to say, didn't know how to bridge the gap between what had just happened and what came next... He was used to being your stalker, but now his brain couldn't function after finally getting what he wanted: you.

But he was sure of something, the feeling became more fixed in his chest... He was more addicted in you.

★ ! yanderestarangel©

[porcalinecunt]

𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀.

🫗ᯓ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ the only thing keeping you tethered to your ego rotted boyfriend is him when he’s wrapped in the sheets and balls deep in you! ♡

⋆˚࿔ FEATURING . . 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ 𝐒𝐀𝐄 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 , 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐈 , 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐔

ྀི . ° . 𝐜𝐰 — ftm!reader , toxic relationship dynamics , orgasm denial (sae) , manhandling , size difference , cheating (oliver duh!) , rough sex , some angst (oliver) , breeding(?) , shidou being a red flag altogether </3

𓂃۶ৎ author’s note: man summer depression is hitting me harder AND its hot as fuck here. sorry for the lack of fics here yall ; ; i’ll try and be more consistent especially with the amount of drafts i have hgnnnnn…

𓂃۶ৎ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐈 is downright unbearable. you knew dating a one night stand wasn’t the best idea and yet he still managed to string you in until you couldn’t see anything but those demon like irises. nonetheless, you snap out of your daze everytime this man stirs up trouble, and it really is trouble. from kicking teammates over a small disagreement to not listening to you when you beg him to act fuckin’ normal for five minutes! you even had one sided screaming matches with him while he scratches at his ear and not even making eye contact with you. it’s only then when you pull the “i’m leaving!” card is when his sharp, hot pink gaze is glued onto you and he’s throwing you over his shoulder to kick the bedroom door shut behind you two. ♡

“ryuseiiii..!” you squealed, drool leaking out your pouting lips and onto shidou’s arm as he locks you in his bicep wrapped around your whole neck. your body pressed up against his larger one while he pistons his girth into your ruined cunt. it didn’t matter how much his manhandling hurt when he made you feel this good when he’s stuffed inside you! if not for you, then certainly for him. “mm, still wanna leave me sugar?” his sickly sweet tone traced with sadism tickled the shell of your ear, before sharp canines clamped down on it. “ah! ryuu! you’re such a brute!—“ “you fuckin’ like that shit.” he curts, slamming you down onto the ruined sheets before shoving his whole length deep into you, threatening to go deeper if you move wrong. “you love me sweet boy..even at my worst. ♡”

you did, and he’ll fuck your admission out of you.

𓂃۶ৎ 𝐒𝐀𝐄 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 is far from the ideal man the world gleefully paints him as, this man couldn’t maintain a healthy relationship with his own damn brother for crying out loud! your love story with him wasn’t as glamorous as the paparazzi portrayed it, behind those smiles was you growing more and more fed up about sae’s bullshit. it’s bad enough he ignores your calls and texts when he’s away for games, but he couldn’t even be affectionate in the slightest when you act like the perfect little boyfriend that caught his attention so long ago. well, not exactly, not when your both at your most heated. sae is difficult to set off, so when he’s ripping your oversized collar shirt off and manhandling you into the bedroom, you know you’ve pushed his buttons enough! ♡

and he’s so so mean about it! his thrusts are slow yet harsh, pistoning his cock in and out of your soaked cunt. he was strategic in the ways he fucks your frustrations out of you, hitting your cervix again and again until you were thrashing your head around while begging him to go faster. “saeee! oh god!—faster..faster pleasee!” you pleaded, only to be met with a loud ‘tch’ from your boyfriend. “wha..?!” you sobbed out in confusion, a lump sat in your throat. “you pissed me off enough today.” he spoke as if he wasn’t still balls deep inside you. “b-but..!” “nothing.” he paused just to stare you down, a green eyed gaze that punched the words out of you without even raising a finger. “you cum or you don’t. got it?” his tone was low, traced with a seriousness that melted away his usual sarcasm. fuck, maybe you should start poking at him more.

𓂃۶ৎ 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐔 is an infuriating man, he truly is. it’s a damn miracle you haven’t strangled him in his sleep yet. he’s charismatic in front of the camaras, charming every reporter and fan who lays eyes on his smile, especially those lucky enough to crawl in bed with him and forget the seemingly doting boyfriend he brags about loving. you forgot how many times he brought a girl home and you having to go to bed with a passed out oliver and the sheets smelling like perfume. it didn’t matter how much you beg him, fuck him or suck him off, he’d always break his flimsy promise of loyalty to you. tonight was no different, what was meant to be a simple night of you reading your book in bed was interrupted when a hot and bothered oliver bursted the door open, lips mashed against yours before you could greet him.

“easy there boy..no need to squirm that much.” oliver cooed at you, pressing a large hand against your stomach. the outline of his cock visible in your tummy to his glee, you looked too fuckin’ good tonight. “hah..ah, oli’..” oli. he hasn’t heard that name in so long, your anger and frustration in him washing out the fondness in his name until it was forgotten within your vocabulary. oliver traced his eyes from your stuffed womb, to your chest scars to your fucked out face, and that pout he grew used to whispering oli.. over and over again like a cursed mantra. “babe..” he groans, planting his mouth against your marked up neck. “lemme just—fuck—lemme make this up to you..” skepticism was all you could feel even as his cock twitched and spurted hot cum into you. it wouldn’t matter anyways, it never did.

at least he has good pull out game. ♡

© porcalinecunt 🍷 𓂃۶ৎ do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[rawme-price]

Whoaaaah guys @/ghouljams lowkey unlocked something in me with slur sayer ghost🫡👍

Anyways ghost who takes one look at closeted ftm!reader and asks point blank "youre one of those tranny fags, right?"

You cant even be mad at him bc he was able to clock it instantly. The second u feel comfortable enough to confirm he switches to ur preferred pronouns instantly. When u ask him, this big buff military guy, if hes ever done forcemasc?? He hits u with the "what, you need help being a fag?"

And then he rails u into his bed, military uniforms still on, muttering about what a hot guy you are, how u look like such a fag under him. Uhhh yeah idk man ghost calling u slurs

[biting-miguel-ohara]

Alpha - Logan Howlett x ftm!reader

A/N: Hi! Um, this is my first work within the fandom! This was written with X-Men Logan in mind. Fic is unedited with no use of Y/N. This is so self-indulgent, so please be nice

Please make sure to read the tags carefully! They’re there for a reason

CW: Reader is a wolf mutant; Logan and Reader get off to a tense start; Reader is implied to be pre-op ftm, via the use of sports bras; implied wet dreams; use of the words slick and wet to describe Reader’s arousal; a/b/o dynamics? maybe?; misunderstandings; rough sex; pet play? (Reader is called pup); Reader is referred to as handsome; grinding; fingering; use of the word dick to describe Reader’s parts; overstimulation; no use of safe word; unprotected piv; multiple orgasms; implied aftercare

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The first thing you notice about Logan is his scent.

Not that you know it belongs to him. But it’s all you can smell as you talk to Jean. Thick and heady and strong. Musky like an animal and cloying like smoke.

Jean, of course, can tell you’re distracted. Instead of calling you out on it, she simply calls him in. Him and Scott enter at the same time, with an air of tension between them. Not that you care for long.

You’re too busy ogling the man in front of you. Rugged and handsome, more like a mountain man than a teacher.

Yet, that’s how Jean introduces him. Logan Howlett. History teacher.

You smile politely. You hold out your hand and try to not get too offended when he doesn’t shake it. You can tell he’s wary of you. Not that you could blame him.

You must be giving off a scent of your own, though you can’t smell it. But you can hear his inhale, feel the way his eyes watch you. You know he knows.

Especially when he straightens up. Lifting his chin and widening his stance. Establishing his dominance in a more subtle way than most other males. Perhaps he’s just that assured in his position.

Either way, you can feel your instincts itching at the back of your mind. The desire to submit. To recognize his authority. It pricks at you like a needle, but you brush it away. You’ve had enough of submitting to men like him. If he wants it, he’ll have to earn it.

Jean rests a hand on Logan’s arm, softly scolding him, probably for what he’s thinking. “Hey, be nice. They’re a wolf mutant.”

“A wolf mutant?” He looks unimpressed.

You stand your ground. Your nerves are starting to buzz from the force of his gaze. You hate stare downs, but you can’t lose this one.

“Yeah.” You answer him yourself. “That’s me.”

He scoffs and looks you up and down. “Yeah, whatever, bub. You ever even see a real wolf?”

You know what he’s doing and you hate it. But at least he’s not mistaking you for a girl and being all overly nice. You’d rather get his blunt side than his fake side.

“No. I’m a wolf mutant, not a real wolf.” You at least try to keep some of the sarcasm from your voice. Trying’s worth something, right?

Logan doesn’t look impressed. He crosses his arms, which prompts Scott to finally step in. “Welcome to Xavier’s Home for—“

“Thanks.” You interrupt him with a smile, but your gaze never leaves Logan’s.

Scott seems caught off guard. “Why… don’t I show you around…?”

Something in you relaxes at the thought of being away from such an intimidating man like Logan. You nod and accept his offer.

On your tour, your thoughts keep drifting back to Logan. Even away from him, your body sets on edge at the thought of him. He’s going to be trouble for you, you’re sure of it.

Most of the mutants at Xavier’s are surprisingly accepting of you. The adults, you mean. You don’t tell the kids.

Maybe it’s because you have Jean and Scott on your side, but most of the adults don’t bother you after learning your secret. Most of them find out when you come to training wearing a sports bra and baggy pants.

A few have questions. Most just leave you alone.

You’ve never been more grateful that Logan wasn’t around than during that particular training session.

The tension between the two of you has only gotten worse. You’re sticking by your defiance to his posturing, even at the expense of your pride. Your nerves hate it as well, practically screaming at you whenever Logan gets too close.

Part of you can’t figure it out. You’ve been around men like him before, but never with this reaction. The other part of you doesn’t care enough.

And yet, you care enough to be relieved that he doesn’t directly know your secret. It’s not a huge deal; you’re pretty sure Jean would’ve told him by now. But it’s still nice that he doesn’t know from you.

Until he does.

The whole day starts with you feeling off. You have one of those good dreams, and wake up in a puddle of your own slick. Definitely a damper to your morning.

Then they run out of your favorite breakfast food, some of your students are late to class, and it goes on and on.

By evening you are pissed. Not just at life but at yourself. Because the one thing you cannot get out of your mind is your dream.

You can remember strong arms. Growls of your name. A thick cock bullying its way between your legs. Delicious pleasure.

But you cannot remember the face. It eludes you all day. Stuck there at the back of your mind. On the tip of your tongue.

It’s not until Logan walks into your classroom after your last class that it hits you. With horrifying, picture perfect clarity.

Logan. It was Logan. You had a fucking wet dream about Logan.

Even worse? You’re not as opposed to the idea as you thought you’d be.

For a moment, you’re just staring at Logan. He raises an eyebrow. “You okay, bub?”

“Uh, yeah.” You hastily gather up your things, hoping beyond hope that he can’t smell the slight arousal you feel.

You know it’s too late when you brush by him and he stiffens. You know he can smell you. It doesn’t help the problem.

“What—“

You make your exit. Very fast. Very undignifying. But he doesn’t follow, so you count it as a win.

Two things change. The first is that you start avoiding Logan as much as possible. The second…

Well, the second is that he features in every single one of your dirty fantasies. Every wet dream. Every random horny thought. All Logan.

And it is infuriating.

Logically, you know why. He’s the protector of the house. The ‘alpha’ of the pack, so to speak. Sooner or later your body would react to his presence. He’s strong, handsome, and gruff. Literally your type.

You still blame it on your biology and pretend you don’t think of him when you get off.

It works for a week. One week, that’s how long you get before Logan corners you in the Training Room.

The moment you smell his musky scent, you know you’re fucked. He smells like anger. And something more that you try really hard to not think about.

But this moment was to come eventually, so you gear yourself up and face him head on.

You know you’re a sight. Sweaty and out of breath, wearing a sports bra and pants. If he didn’t know before, he sure does now.

Logan stops a few feet away from you. He eyes you up and down, frowning slightly. For a moment, there’s nothing but silence between you.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he says gruffly.

You cross your arms and wait for him to continue. Slivers of anxiety spiking through your body.

“Why? Why are you avoiding me?” Logan looks frustrated and it makes you want to cower. Shrink down and beg for his forgiveness.

You hated it. How dare he make you feel this way? All because you’re stuck with a fucking wolf mutation that makes you want to hide like a little puppy from him.

So you push against your instincts. Straighten yourself up. Meet his gaze full on. “What does it matter why?”

Logan blinks. As if he hadn’t been expecting your defiance. Then he rumbles out a growl. “You missed the team training session yesterday. How are we supposed to make sure you’re ready for missions if you don’t show up?”

It’s your turn to blink. To stare. To be confused. “What?”

He crosses his arms, unintentionally making his forearms stand out so perfectly. Not that you’re noticing, of course. Just another pesky side effect of his presence.

“You’re one of the most capable mutants here,” Logan says firmly. “So if you have an issue, let’s talk about it now.”

“Wait, you’re here about missions?”

He nods. Then frowns. “What else would I be here for?”

Suddenly you feel stupid. Absolutely stupid. “So… you’re not here about…” You gesture to your body.

His frown deepens. “What?”

“You know,” your anxiety feels like fire ants in your stomach. “The fact that my body is—“

“I could care less, bub,” he says bluntly. “It’s your body.”

You want to cry. You want to laugh. This whole time you’ve been stressing about Logan, and he hasn’t given a single fuck.

You relax. Your anxiety dissipating so fast it makes your head feel funny. That’s one of your problems solved.

And the other?

Well, it only gets worse.

It all comes to a head on a random Tuesday.

Scott, Jean, and Ororo are off on a mission. The students have all been dismissed from their classes. You’re in the Training Room, working out yet another filthy dream about Logan.

Your fantasies about him have gotten more intense now that you know he doesn’t care about the way your body is. It’s a major, major problem. You’ve started getting dehydrated from the amounts of slick you’re creating.

Which is why you’re in the Training Room instead of getting off. You’re lucky Jean and the Professor haven’t said anything yet, but sooner or later they’re gonna know.

You’re working through your third round of training dummies when a scent catches your attention. Musk and thick smoke. You stop immediately.

“Don’t mind me,” Logan says, a hint of amusement in his gruff tone. “I’m just here to train as well.”

Your hopes for training might as well be ashes in the wind. There is no way you are going to be able to focus on anything other than him.

“Wanna spar?” You ask, false cockiness in your voice.

Instantly your instincts are screaming at you. Challenging the alpha to a fight? You might as well give up your position in the school now. No one challenges an alpha to a fight without a cause behind them.

Excessive horniness apparently didn’t count to your wolf brain. But it did to you.

Logan eyes you. He seems tense; can he smell your light arousal in the air?

“Sure.” You find yourself both relaxing and tensing at his agreement.

You clear the floor and get into your positions. Your instincts start to settle, helping you focus. You take a breath, and move.

The sparring is brutal. Fun and exhilarating, but brutal.

One thing leads to another, and the next thing you know you’re flat on your back. Logan pinning you down. One hand keeping your hands above your head, the other keeping your waist against the floor. His knee nudged between your legs.

You get wet ridiculously fast. You’re panting, gasping for breath, and you can smell your own arousal. You can feel the slick coating your thighs, soaking through your boxers.

You meet Logan’s gaze. Your wolf instincts are mostly quiet for once. Probably because he already has you pinned down. The only thought in your head?

Submit to him.

Logan’s pupils are blown. He’s panting too, and you know he can smell you.

“You into this sort of shit?” He asks, voice hoarse.

You can’t do much against the instincts of your brain. You let your head rest against the floor. “Into you, maybe.”

There’s a moment of silence.

Logan’s voice is rougher than you’ve ever heard it. The sound goes straight to your core.

“Tell me you don’t want this,” he growls, “and it’ll never have happened.”

“I want this,” you say, a hint of a whimper in your voice. “Logan, I need—“

His mouth smashes against yours. It’s not pretty, it’s not delicate. He kisses you like he’s starving, ravaging your mouth. Nipping at your lips until the tang of blood fills your mouth.

It’s not pretty, but it makes you oh so wet.

You moan into his mouth, struggling against his hold on you. You want to rake your fingers through his hair, buck up against him, really just anything more than what he’s giving you now.

“Settle down, pup,” he growls.

Your body responds embarrassingly fast. You still, panting into his mouth.

“Please,” you beg, “please, Logan, I need you.”

He smirks. Nudges his knee against your crotch. Even the slight amount of friction feels like heaven and you chase it with a moan.

“Dumb little slut,” he mutters. “Bet you’re already soaked for me, huh, handsome?”

You just whine, too busy grinding against his knee to answer. You need more. You need more. Why isn’t he giving you more?

“Logan,” your voice breaks, “Please!”

“Please what?” His fingers ghost along the waistband of your pants. “Use your words.”

“Please touch me,” you whimper.

He smirks, his words dripping with condescension. “Good boy.”

You almost cum just from his words alone. And when his fingers dip under your waistband, sliding into your boxers to circle your dick?

Your vision blurs with pleasure, your body squirming underneath him. He doesn’t let up, just keeps rubbing his fingers against you. It’s torture, pure delicious torture.

“Logan!” You sob. “Too much!”

“Too much?” He mocks. “I can fucking smell you, pup. I can smell the amount of slick pouring out of you. It’s not ‘too much’ till I’ve drained every last drop of cum from your dick.”

As if to make his point, he stuffs two fingers inside you, stretching you out and making you sob. When you start to squirm, he shifts, letting go of your hands in favor of pinning down your waist. Keeping you firmly against the floor.

You burrow your fingers into his hair, gripping tightly to keep from screaming as he curls his fingers against that one spot inside you.

It’s exquisite, mind-numbing, perfect.

He bullies his cock inside you after your third orgasm, stretching you out and making you babble mindlessly. You’re a mess on the floor; fucked out, sweaty, and coated in your own slick.

The sounds are obscene, and you hope to god no one outside the room can hear you.

You can barely feel your legs, lost to everything except the pleasure and the feeling of his hands gripping your thighs as he pounds into you. Over and over and over.

He cums once, and fucks it all back into you. It’s not until you’re literally drooling on the floor that he finally lets up, cumming inside you for the second time.

You whine softly as he pulls out, blearily cracking open your eyes.

“Hush, pup,” he soothes. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

He lifts you into his arms and you nuzzle into his chest. Uncaring about how messy you are, or about the puddle of cum and slick left on the floor.

It’s just Logan for now, and you’re content with that.

[ollyissleepy]

𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

pairings: jason todd x ftm!reader summary: where jason finds out something his partner burrowed deep inside. tags: coming out, mentions bad dating experience, transphobia, lowkey sappy but who cares, jason loves his partner no matter what cw: implied transphobia, body dysphoria, (name)'s previous relationship were shitty a/n: 'i'll post it on saturday!' my ass anyway I used (deadname) on purpose in this one, hoping to highlight that reader hasn't came out yet and that's it's the name Jason uses in his thoughts

It's a quiet night in Gotham, making it rather boring for the infamous Red Hood. He rests on top of a roof of one of the buildings, scanning the area below for any crimes. There's nobody on the streets, not even a thug causing trouble. Red Hood should be thankful for the much-needed break from fighting, the lingering sting of his healing wounds still present. However, he finds himself wishing for a fight, something that would allow him to take his mind off the current state of his relationship.

Lately things have been off between him and (deadname). There's some sort of coldness coming from his partner. He can't really think of a reason as to why she would be acting that way. Jason hasn't done anything that could've upset her, or at least he can't think of anything.

As he stares down onto the empty street, Red Hood can't help but think about his partner's recent reaction. The way she almost flinches away when he refers to her as his 'pretty girl'. Or how she stopped wearing most of her feminine clothing. And he couldn't forget the way she seemed repulsed by the idea of having sex with him. Has she lost interest in him? Is there someone else who caught (deadname)'s interest?

Jason decides that Gotham could survive one night without him and starts heading towards his partner's flat. He needed to get to the bottom of the problem before he started spiralling. The man uses the fire escape to get back down to ground level, jogging up to his motorcycle.

His partner's apartment isn't far, and, thanks to cutting some red lights, Jason manages to get there in record-worthy time. Hopping off his bike, he makes his way up the fire escape, a part of him hoping that his partner is asleep. Red Hood has no trouble finding the right window, as he regularly climbs through it after patrols.

Jason finds (deadname) in the living area of the flat, watching what looks like some sort of documentary. He sneaks behind her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. (Deadname) tenses up, caught off guard. She looks down at the arms around her, recognising the jacket surrounding them.

"Jason? What are you doing here?" (deadname) turns her head around. "I thought you were patrolling late tonight."

"Yeah, I was, but there's nothing going on." Jason lets go of her arms and joins her on the couch. "I'm sure Gotham can survive one night without me, pretty girl."

(Deadname) scowls slightly at the nickname, which doesn't go unnoticed by Jason. Neither does the way (deadname) moved away, avoiding eye contact with the man. Red Hood sighs, deciding to not beat around the bush and find out what is wrong with their relationship.

"Listen, (deadname)." Jason doesn't know how to approach the subject without looking like a total arsehole. "Is there… something you want to talk about?"

"There's nothing wrong," (deadname) said, avoiding eye contact. Jason knew she was lying from the way she hadn't met his eyes and the way she played with the hem of her shirt.

"(Deadname), I know that something is wrong." Jason reaches out to put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it. "Just tell me what it is. I'm sure we can work through this."

"There's… something I haven't told you about," (deadname) confesses, her eyes looking everywhere but at her boyfriend.

Jason doesn't say anything, not wanting to pressure her. He moves his body slightly, his hand cupping hers. The man is trying to reassure (deadname), make her feel safe. His partner stays quiet for a while, still deciding if confessing that is worth it.

"I'm trans. Transgender, I mean." Jason's partner lets out a shaky breath, refusing to look at him, not wanting to see the look on his face. "I knew for a while too; sorry."

Jason doesn't say anything right away, trying to process what his partner just said. His mind already accepted that they might no longer love him, so learning that it wasn't the case required him time to allow it to sink in.

"It's ok if you no longer want to be with me—" his partner started speaking, but Jason stopped them from finishing.

"Quit with the bullshit." His voice came out sharper than he intended; he couldn't believe they thought of him that way. "You really think I'll break up with you because of that?"

"Well… that's how all of my previous relationships ended…" His partner finally looks up at him, their hand playing with his.

"Not my fault your type are arseholes," Jason snorts, hoping to lighten up the tension. "I mean, look at me."

His partner nods as they continue to play with his hand. It wasn't the outcome they were expecting. In the past there was no acceptance; there were no soft eyes when their exes were looking at them. And, most importantly, none of them tried to make them feel better. Jason leans in, cupping one of their cheeks, caressing it softly.

"My feeling towards you won't change," Jason confesses, bringing his lips close to theirs, inches away from touching. "I don't care if you're a girl or a boy. As long as I get to call you mine by the end of the day? It's more than enough for me."

[willowcried]

Sub Quinn Fabray x FTM reader who really wants to dom but feels a bit insecure at first? 🥺 pls im horny

reader is only on t, p*ck mention, post canon, very soft..too soft. 🎧

you’d looked stupidly handsome all day. from the moment she opened the door and saw you standing with your new denim jacket and a single flower you found on your way there to how you took her to an arcade a few days after she confessed she’d never been to one, you lost to her on the easiest level of ninja ninja revolution (she swears, you’re worse than finn.) and carried her jacket when she got hot, quinn was smitten. and flustered. and a little overwhelmed by how good you’ve been looking lately.

of course she’s always thought that of you. but you just seem more happy and confident. you talk a little bit more now, not so low in front of other people. you’re filling out your clothes a ever so slightly noticeable—she simply loves you harder each time she sees you.

quinn has never taken a relationship so seriously before you. she’s read, watched videos about trans people and their struggles because the last thing she wants is to make you uncomfortable.

she’d learned the hard way what that word means and she never wants you to feel that way. ever.

of course, you feel the same.

quinn wasn’t very open about her past with the mohawk guy (thank god you never came across him) who took advantage of her insecurities by getting her drunk, but she did tell you about beth. this was long before you did anything. sure, you were dating already but you never initiated anything.

and after she told you about her pregnancy, you were more careful, because the last thing you wanted was to remind her of him.

you held her close, thanked her for trusting you with something so personal, and when she teared up, you knew that if things ever did go further with her, if she chose you to be the one to share herself with in that way, you would be a gentleman. you’d do everything she deserves.

said and done, you did.

and while you didn’t always say it, she knew that being naked around someone wasn’t easy for you either. that there were certain things you didn’t want her to see because you didn’t eithe. she noticed the way your voice dipped when the lights were on, so it was always off when you took off your shirt.

and now, here you are, in her room, casually tugging off your jacket while mumbling something about not seeing your charger. you’re half turned away from her, digging around on the bed near her nightstand with only a shirt that hugs your back just right, and jesus, did she mention how pretty you look right now?

“what?” you smile, pausing your search to smile at her.

“nothing.” she stands up from your desk, hands behind her back as usual while she walks up to you with those half lidded eyes. she chuckles, and you do, too.

“so you’re just looking at nothing?”

“i’m looking at my boyfriend. can’t i do that?” she tilts her head, looking up like she’s thinking as she circles your neck with her arms, leaning into you with a shy smile.

“hmm, i don’t know… can you?” you leave a small kiss on her cheek and she suddenly wants. badly. to kiss you stupid. to do all the things you do for her tonight. to show you. she doesn’t want to wait for you to make the first move tonight. you’ve been so good. all day. always.

your hands rest on her hips when her lips brush yours, feeling hers curling up. she’s happy.

but her stomach twists with nerves because she’s never done this before and she’s scared to disappoint you or that you wouldn’t want her to. she knows your body is something you don’t always love. and she wants to touch you right.

she’s still a little shaky, still unsure if she can really do this. “i love you.” she breathes, pulling back just a few inches.

your eyes shine, she can see them. with the biggest smile she’s ever seen, you reach up to brush her hair behind her ear. “i love you more.”

her fingers curl at the nape of your neck, playing with your hair lingering, trying to gather her courage just a brief moment before her hands trace down until they rest on your shoulders. “can you… uh, i wanna, wanna try something, okay?”

you blink, confused, by her sheepish hesitation, but you nod. that’s when her she applies a little force to sit you down on the edge of the bed. something about the way her cheeks are flushing makes your breath catch a little. she’s never done this before. both never break eye contact.

her thumb brushes your temple as you search her face, trying to figure out what she’s planning in that pretty, overthinking head of hers. she leans in, fingers slipping down to cup your neck, tilting your head up ever so slightly so she can kiss you again. this time it’s deeper. her breath stutters against your lips.

you break it, curious. “you okay?” it comes out as a broken chuckle. now she’s making you nervous.

“yeah. just you… you look really hot when you look up at me like that.”

that catches you off guard, but her mouth is on yours again before you can process a reply, and so are her thighs around your hips. “lay back for me?” her nose grazes yours and you can only nod. what is she doing to you right now?

she didn’t have to tell you what was the thing she said she wanted to do. you swallow while your back meets the pillows. “oh.”

she chuckles. a hand lands on the side of your face and the next second her hair is tickling your face as you meet her lips halfway while the other holds your chest on the matters when you try to support yourself on your elbows. “lay back means lay back, baby.”

you blush at that. you blush harder when her free hand makes its slow way through your torso to your pelvis. careful to only touch where you’ve let her before. she doesn’t go under your shirt. you’ve talked about this. you’re not ready for that. and that’s okay.

her fingers hover just above the waistband of your boxers now, teasing, not quite dipping beneath it yet. she’s watching you the entire time: your flushed cheeks, the way you look up at her, the rise and fall of your chest.

“is this okay?” she asks softly, and when you nod, she smiles like she’s proud of you. like you are the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. “you tell me to stop if you need to.” her middle finger parts your folds—your hips twitch slightly, a soft gasp leaving your throat, and she kisses it right off your lips.

“i’ve wanted to do this to you for a while… return the favor?” her voice is surprisingly steady for someone who’s teasing your tdick for the first time, though there’s a shaky edge to it.

your face twitches, lips part, and she bites her lip. her finger stops circling that just to tease your entrance. slow. “quinn—”

“i know,” she whispers, leaning down to kiss your neck. “i know, baby. just wanna make you feel good.”

her hand stroking you so gently it makes your eyes flutter. and then her finger pushes just the tiniest bit deeper and your back arches followed by a broken whine.

“there. that’s what you like, hmm?” she hums innocently, eyes flicking between your face and where her hand is disappearing beneath your waistband.

“look at me.” you open them again, breath ragged, dizzy. “you always take care of me. let me take care of you now.”

[luvvampz]

Jason Todd x FTM reader

TW: Gender dysphoria, reader talking down about themselves, self harm mentions, swearing, that sort of stuff !!!

Authors note: English isn't my first language and this isn't proofread so excuse any writing mistakes ! Also what is this rare sight of me writing twice in a day???? 😞 Happy pride month 🫶🏻🫶🏻 this fic is probably ass because I depended on my boyfriends trans brother to help me out with ftm info and he's half asleep rn 😞 might do a romantic version of this but idk 💔 this shit turned out ass whoopsies

You sighed, staring at yourself deep in the mirror. You had just gotten out of the shower and just couldn't stop looking at yourself. Why couldn't you look like all of the other boys? Why did you look like... well you! You didn't look like a boy in your eyes.

You couldn't even bother you have your eyes trail down to your chest. Just seeing the fact that your chest wasn't flat made you sick to your stomach. You hated the fact you weren't born a boy. You didn't want to be born a girl! You wanted to be a boy for fucks sake!

You didn't notice when your eyes started filling with tears. You were too busy criticizing yourself. How you weren't "manly enough". It was honest bullshit, but your mind believed it. You fucking hated it.

You quickly got dressed. You didn't want to see your body any longer. The scars left on your body, scars that you caused because all you knew what to do in a time of high emotions was to harm yourself. You wore whatever covered your chest most. You didn't want it to be seen. You didn't even have an actual binder, god damn did you want one. Even just seeing your chest flat temporarily would bring so much relief to your mind.

"This is fucking bullshit. I'm not a real fucking guy, don't even look like one."

You scoffed at your face in the mirror. This time you weren't in the bathroom when you said it, you were in your bedroom in front of its mirror.

"What're you talking about?"

A familiar voice questioned as they leaned on your door frame. When you looked back it was nobody else but your brother, Jason.

"It's nothing, Jason."

You shrugged, as you sat down on your bed. You didn't want to tell him the truth, hell that would make you look pathetic, no?

"Clearly not nothing if you're sitting in front of the mirror and shit talking yourself for no reason."

Jason shut the door as he entered the room more. Jason sat down on the bed next to you and turned his head to look at you.

"Spill, I'm not going anywhere."

You paused. You didn't know how to word how you felt. It's why you usually resorted to harming yourself when you had these thoughts.

"It's just that.. Fuck, I don't think I look guy enough. I don't have the chest, the looks! I'm not a real guy, I never will be one! I'm just a fucking poser aren't I?"

You huffed, at this point these salty tears were rolling down your cheeks. "This is fucking pathetic." You mumbled turning your face away.

"Woah, woah. Who said you need a specific chest or look to be a guy? You aren't a poser either, you are a guy. My little brother, you'll be nothing less than that. Whoever thinks you aren't manly enough can fuck themselves, it's not pathetic of you to show emotions either. You are a human being, not some emotionless robot."

Jason grabbed your face turning you to look at him. He wanted to make you understand that you were his brother, you always would be. He made that decision the day you gained the courage to come out to you.

"And hell, if that chest thing bothers you so much we can get you a binder. A good ass one too."

Jason nodded, tightening his grip softly on your shoulder. You were honestly extremely glad Jason wasn't an asshole about you being trans, nobody else in the family was.

You wiped the tears from your cheeks softly. You just softly nodded, you couldn't muster up any words to say right now. But it was clear that you appreciated Jason's words.