#t4t reader

[sykosomatic]

🤤🤤🤤Both the mikey and Hanni ones were delicious, my eyes came‼️‼️istg you always deliver. new request incoming: !!! T4T Will and reader bein absolutely adorable but horny husbands. tribbing/frotting against each other all day, bein all cozy and shit. one will read a book while the other will sit on their lap, grinding against them while attempting to read too. just sittin there in the cutest sweaters while they take turns eating each other outtttt. at the end of the day they drink some hot chocolate and snuggle up on the bed with their dogsss<333333 its so cute ofofmgmmgmgmgmg

DROOOLING!!!

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you got it! your requests never disappoint either! 🤤

again, sorry it took so long! and ty for being so patient and understanding, friend!

here we go!….

ftm!will graham x ftm!reader! <3

cw: vulgar language used — ‘pussy/cunt’, t-cock. cunnilingus (reader giving and receiving), vaginal fingering (reader giving and receiving). pre-op trans man breasts being fondled (reader giving).

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cold winter nights were always like this; half the time you were hanging off of each other, limbs lazily draped over each others bodies. you and will shared a cozy little collection of soft sweaters, and typically that’s all you’d wear. just an old, worn-out sweater; bottom halves naked and top halves binder-less. this made fondling each other so much easier. you’d lazily snake your hand up into his sweater while he read a book, teasing his nipples and massaging his little breasts. he’d moan softly, more of a satisfied sigh; nothing had to come from these advances, but when they did, they were usually also lazy and casual.

you and will liked to lay in bed or on the couch and read together while you snuggled. you’d straddle his leg, or he’d straddle yours, both engrossed in your books. the one straddling the other would sometimes rock his hips against his partner’s thigh, rubbing his pussy slowly against the warm bare flesh. when you did it, you would grind your hips down as you read, eventually dropping your book in favor of focusing more on the pleasure of your cunt. will would keep reading of course, a hand on your hip to stabilize you. sometimes you’d reach climax just from this but other times just the friction and closeness was enough.

other times the two of you would be cuddling and will would sit his book on the nightstand, bookmarking it neatly, quietly slipping down so that his mouth was level with your cunt. he’d look up at you, asking permission, before he dove in. will was excellent with his tongue, and you weren’t far behind. at least in your opinion; you were sure will would argue to your credit.

but how could you be half as good as him, with the way he worked his mouth? he’d slide his tongue deep into your cunt, working you open so he could slide a finger in; just one, just enough that it made you ache. his tongue would circle your t-cock like a shark its prey, softly attacking the most sensitive spots. he’d work along your slit, kissing the folds of your drooling pussy as he fingered you until you couldn’t take it anymore.

the two of you liked playing this mental game where you’d silently decide to swap places before climaxing, edging yourselves to extend the intense pleasure.

and when it was your time to eat his pussy, you did so with fervor. you were a messy eater; appreciating your meal like it was your last. and will would hold your hair, whimpering and screwing his eyes shut when it got to be too much. his weakness was getting his swollen t-cock sucked; the sensation was wholly overwhelming for him and you knew he loved being just barely overstimulated.

the two of you also loved tribbing; it was a nice way to get some energy out, burn off some steam. rubbing your warm wet cunts together was always a steamy affair; it made both of you pant and grunt desperately, gasping out when your t-cock brushed against the warm folds of your partner’s pussy. everything you did with will felt so good. the lazy sleepy winter sex was always so fulfilling and cozy.

and perhaps the best part? after the two of you caught your breath, will would guide you into the kitchen and you’d work together making some delicious hot chocolate, warming your hands on the mugs and climbing back into bed, your shared dogs climbing up with you and settling in for the night. neither of you slept better than after a nice cozy day of lovingly fucking each other.

[m4eve]

t4t kaeya x chubby husband reader PLEASE AND THANK YOU🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

-🐶

how you both meet ; 🩵🤍🩷

prologue:

you've decided to dip your toes into the freedom of mondstadt, and to both of your surprises, you've met the love of your life.

in somewhere like mondstat where the queer scene is... little to none, i think you and kaeya would immediately bond simply due to the circumstances. we all gravitate to the people we most relate to. and OBVIOUSLY, it's good to befriend the only queer person in the room! this leads to a plethora of inside jokes that would be the foundation of your relationship.

for a second, we BOTH shall ignore genshin's.. odd ways. because i searched up mond's time period, and it's heavily based on medieval/16-17th century germany. in those times, fatness was seen as beautiful and natural. being fat meant you were able to get proper nutrition. so i'm sure kaeya really enjoys your plumpness, definitely one of his favorite things about you! i SWEAR when he sees you bare and changing into clothes for the first time he'll be staring in awe. until you snap him out of the daze, of course. he'd be embarrassed for sure, but he definitely won't deny his admiration. as you question him, he mumbles something about you looking divine with a tint of redness on his cheeks.

i feel like you guys can easily clock each other's tea.. if one of you is going through something like dysphoria the other will notice so easily (because the other has similar struggles) it'll get both of you to open up more since it's hard to hide the unspoken. i think it'd especially be an issue for our calvary captain...

(kae reminds me of mc bunnies or cats, your affection with him has to be subtle but also effective, anything too strong will scare him away 😭)

i think his proposal will most importantly take time. kaeya would be dammed if he messed up his relationship with someone so incredible. esp considering his rocky relationship with diluc. to be rejected in a non romantic setting from anyone he doesn't care about is one thing, but to be rejected from someone who understands him so well for a SECOND time is a completely different and *unbearable* scenario. i truly don't even think the hanahaki disease could compare to the pain he'd feel 😭 just the thought of it stresses him out, so for the first year or so of your relationship with kaeya marriage isn't even considered, or at least he pretends he's not considering it.

at a certain time in your relationship, every interaction kaeya has with you has his brain yelling at him to marry you.. so he secretly gets to planning the PERFECT day for you two! kaeya is the most perceptive person you know, so i doubt he'd be asking you obvious questions about what you'd enjoy.. unless he's teasing you. then he'd ask you questions with double meanings to "test the waters." this planning and questioning cycle would continue for months on end.

he'd treat you to everything you enjoy! i think he'd be against one of those "public proposals" since he wants the day just to be for you two (TOTALLY NOT PROTECTING). but the day would be nothing short of glorious. gifting you the items you've been adoring for FOREVER, taking you out on a walk to the prettiest sights of mond, going to your favorite restaurant, etc! after the delightful day, when the sun is welcoming the moon to the sky as it's filled with tones of pinks and purples, kaeya takes you to the outskirts of mondstadt. he proposes to you with a ring with your birth stone :((( now you understand why he's been acting so nervous lately!

to 🐶: thank you for being my first ever request! in the early stages of me writing i realized i started writing on how the relationship would be pre marriage, but i hope you don't mind! let me know if you'd be interested in a sequel to this, and i'll try my best to get it out by... this year! 😅

a/n: this is my first fic in a few years.. and i have realized out of all of my poems or fanfictions, this is the one that has surpassed 500 words in the last 5 years. personally? i prefer longer fics myself 😭 i just don't think i have much to say?? i use an excess of filler words when writing, so my main goal is to cut them out to showcase the story. i think during my (nonexistent) free time, i'll be studying some fanfics with upwards of 1k words to learn how they capture the moments with grand detail! but in the meantime.. getting to 500 calls for celebration (playing genshin for 2 hours only to then ignore it for the rest of the month) 💆🏾‍♀️ i hope you guys enjoyed it! MORE KAE FICS TO COME REQUESTS ARE STILL WELCOMED!

[sister-mommy]

Alternative older sister who shows how to put on eyeliner, older sister who teaches you about weed and lets you smoke, who brings you to the stores with the best clothing, telling you "don't mind the other section... we're just here for the fishnets. but if you want something let me know..." Older sister who smiles at your internal debate, making note of where your eyes linger. Older sister who has a piercing kit and comforts you as you whimper from the pain. Older sister who secretly knows she's marking you as hers.

[blairelythere]

this is how I'll cuddle you, no exceptions

[ast4tarion]

todays unhinged thought: dry humping. making a boy cum his pants from your grinding alone. Maybe he’s inexperienced or just very sensitive, maybe it’s his first time, but you’ve got that pretty bulge in his pants trapped right up against your hips when you sit in his lap facing him. Maybe it started off as just innocent kissing, but you brushed up against his bulge trying to readjust your position and suddenly he’s grabbing you and pulling you close enough to grind on it. You’re humping messy, no coordination as the two of you desperately stroke and grind and bump against each other. You feel his cock twitching from inside his pants, begging to be jacked off and get some proper release. You’re just teasing him, figuring rubbing fabric will just get him riled up, that’s it. His grasp on your hips gets tighter and tighter and his little whines and moans slip faster and faster into your mouth when you kiss and suddenly he very abruptly stops. He lets out a low whine and his entire face is flushed bright red and it takes you a couple seconds to put together what happened until you see the dark patch forming on the front of his pants. He came a fat sticky load in his boxers from just you grinding on him alone. You coo at him, teasing him as he hides his face in embarrassment. The best part is when you unzip his pants and pull him out of his boxers he’s still rock hard and covered in his own sticky seed, even more sensitive to each and every one of your touches.

[yanderestarangel]

I beg on my knees, please do a mtf! sevika x ftm! reader, where sevika tries to get her sweet sub hubby pregnant✨✨

♡⁠┊TW: mtf!sevika, ftm!reader, vaginal penetration, au, t-dick, breeding, mommykink, unprotected sex...+

She would be astonished and proud that you lasted so many hours on her cock. It had been a long time since the two of you had fucked like animals in heat. The older woman's cock throbbed with each thrust of her hips meeting yours, every expression of pleasure spilling from your lips as you rode her like your life depended on it. The sensation was intoxicating—like honey, sweeter and more addictive than the purest drug. She knew she would never tire of it.

You were so wet she could feel it dripping down to her balls, the obscene, beautiful sounds of your slick echoing through the room. Your already sore and reddened pussy clung to her, while your t-dick was overstimulated to the point of aching. Yet, she didn't stop. Her fingers continued massaging that sensitive spot, drawing out desperate whimpers of her name from your lips like a mantra. You begged her to cum again, to fill your womb until you couldn’t feel your legs anymore. But she couldn’t stop—she wouldn’t.

Even as your muscles burned and pleaded for rest, your core craved more. Struggling to find your wife’s soft breasts amidst the overwhelming pleasure, you clung to her as she used her hips to hit your sweet spot repeatedly.

The older woman grunted and moaned, her hands gently holding your head in place as she encouraged you to suck on her nipples and the soft flesh of her breasts. She watched you through a haze of pleasure, her cock pulsing deep inside your body.

"Good boy..." she murmured, her voice hoarse and dripping with affection. "Taking everything mommy has to offer, huh? Fuck... I’m going to fill you up so much—I’ll make you such a beautiful father."

Her hands gripped your hips tighter, her thrusts growing sharper as she grabbed your ass cheeks to drive herself deeper, the head of her cock brushing against your womb. She slapped your face gently, forcing you to look into her eyes. The firmness of her grip kept you grounded, though it would have been easier to lose yourself completely in the overwhelming sensation.

Her thumb traced your bottom lip, her gaze softening as she smiled faintly. A warning pulse of her cock made you gasp. "I want you to keep it all inside, okay? I want to make sure my husband takes it all like the strong man he is."

Her words hypnotized you, making you whimper and beg for another hot load. Sevika was all too happy to grant your wish. Her final thrusts were accompanied by the sound of skin slapping and filthy words spilling into the air. When she came again, you felt your walls milk her cock, greedily taking every drop of her cum as it painted your insides. Her thick fingers pressed against your entrance, ensuring not a single drop escaped.

She kissed your forehead, her hand soothingly running along your back as you calmed. "It’s okay, baby boy. You took it all like a good man. I can’t wait to see you looking beautiful and full with our children." she whispered, her voice tender and filled with promise.

And if the next few weeks didn’t bring results, she would make sure you stayed on her cock until they did—even if it meant keeping you there 24/7.

★ ! yanderestarangel©

[remiratboi]

Float

Masterlist

Yandere!G/NTentacleMonsterXG/NFatReader

CW: Near death, drowning, grief, loss of family to car accident (mentioned, not explicit), monster fucking, noncon that turns to dubcon, stalking, yandere, tentacles, obsession, ovipositor, breeding, oviposition, anal, insertion, maybe Stockholm Syndrome?

The waves lapped at your edges. The sky above you was overcast and threatening to rain. You gazed up from where you floated on the water. It was serene and peaceful.

You loved this lake. Every summer you and your family had spent their summers at this lake, in their vacation cabin. It was just up the beach a short ways. Now, you’re an adult, and your family is gone. This cabin became your haven.

For a few years after the incident, you tried keeping up a job, but your heart wasn’t in it anymore. You sold everything you owned, took that and your inheritance, and moved permanently to the little two bedroom cabin.

It was secluded and only a few other families had homes here. You were the only one who lived here year round.

It was for those reasons you regularly felt comfortable enough to wade into the waters, naked. It was freeing. Being in nature, no restrictions, just floating. You felt like you were one with the soft waves.

Scattered droplets of rain plunked into the water around you. It was soft and slow. You knew you should head to shore. The clouds threatened worse than some rain. It would be just like you to get electrocuted in the middle of nowhere. You rolled your eyes at yourself.

5 more minutes, you thought. If the rain got a lot worse, you’d go quicker. But you loved these moments. The sky darkening by the second, rain falling around you. Totally isolated and at peace.

You shouldn’t have waited those meaningless 5 more minutes.

It started with a light brush on your ankle. You wrote it off as weeds or a small fish. When something wrapped around your calf, though, it was harder to ignore.

You splashed in the water, trying to jerk your leg away. Whatever was holding it, held tight. A cold panic ran through your body. This was a small, very inland, fresh water lake. Nothing here should be able to grip you the way this thing was. Your analytical brain ran through a hundred different possibilities while you thrashed.

You tried swimming anyway, but very quickly found yourself turned around as the storm raised the waves higher. Tears rolled down your face. You gripped the… thing on your leg and tried to wrench it off. It held tight. It felt like flesh, something pulsed. It seemed content to just hold your leg, and soon it became the least of your worries.

Waves crashed around you, pushing you under. You fought against the pressure, gasping breaths when you could. Lightning flashed in the sky. Close, too close.

A part you relaxed when you consciously realized you were going to die. You had been fighting for so long. Desperately trying to live and function. But your mental health had been bad long before your entire family died in a tragic car accident. At this point, you were shocked to realize, you almost welcomed death. Well, not death so much, as silence. No longer listening to the voices in your head. No longer missing those you’d lost. While you didn’t desire death, you found it didn’t upset you as much as you’d expected.

Another flash of lighting. The sky was almost black now. Your chest was full of water, and your muscles burned. You didn’t want to fight anymore.

You closed your eyes and stilled your limbs. The waves pushed you down immediately. Your chest burned as you tried not to breathe in the water, but soon you couldn’t help yourself. You gasped and water rushed in. It was more painful than you’d expected. You opened your eyes and gazed up at the surface of the water. You could see its movements, but it felt like it was a thousand miles away.

Some part of your brain registered that the thing holding your leg tightened. The water around you started moving faster. Your vision started to fade and you tried to focus on all the happiest moments of your life. Thinking grew harder until all you could picture was your favourite family photo from a few christmases ago. Their smiling faces brought you comfort as the world slipped away.

*********

You were wrenched back to life and heaved water from your lungs. You sat up, coughing, tears streaming down your face. You were freezing. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust, but you found yourself on a smooth, damp stone in what appeared to be a cave. The water was black and inky next to you.

You sat naked, and shivering. Where were you? Was this death?

“Why are you so sad?” A smooth voice rung out, startling you. You couldn’t identify where it came from as it bounced off the cave walls. It seemed to have some light accent to it. The way the words were said felt overly enunciated and clipped.

You gathered your knees to your chest and tried to cover your body. You couldn’t help a shiver roll through you.

“Please, why are you so sad?” The voice asked again. You thought it came from the water.

“Wh… who are you?” You stuttered out.

“Rav” the voice replied.

“Rav? Is that your name?” You asked.

“Name.” The voiced seemed to play with the word. “Rav is me. Who are you?”

“Um, Rav, where are we?” You ignored their question.

“Near home.” Rav answered. You thought you could make out an area of water that didn’t behave like the rest.

“Near my home?” You moved your head to the side to try to catch a different angle of the creature.

“My home.” Rav answered. You nodded to yourself.

“Can you come closer?” The fear almost stopped you from asking. Rav didn’t answer for a moment, but then you saw the water ripple.

Slowly they came into your view. You didn’t even know what to call them. Creature seemed accurate. They had a humanoid head, but their skin was as black as the water. They had large all black eyes and no nose. Their lips looked human, but the gills on their neck told you they didn’t need a mouth to breathe.

“Hi.” You said, then chuckled at yourself. What a ridiculous thing to say in a ridiculous situation.

“Hello.” Rav replied. They continued up the rock and emerged from the water. Their body far surpassed their head in strangeness. They had limbs similar to arms and legs, but they were long, thick tentacles. They had several smaller tentacles along their torso. These seemed to move of their own will, squirming and writhing. Rav walked… slithered? You weren’t sure, up the rock towards you. They were also naked, but didn’t seem to share human anatomy.

“Will you take me home?” You looked up into their black eyes above you. Rav looked down at you with what you thought to be an amused smile.

“Home not safe for you. Deep.” You thought that they didn’t have any problems with speech, but their knowledge seemed to be limited.

“My home.” You clarified. Rav shook their head.

“You are so sad at home.” You laughed self deprecatingly at their words.

“It’s not about the home. I’m just sad.”

“Rav make you happy.” They said and held out a hand… tentacle.

“Uh, thank you, but I am quite happy on my own.” You didn’t take their tentacle.

“You killed yourself.” Rav stated, unconvinced.

“Oh, no, I didn’t mean to. It was an accident.” You forced a wide, fake smile. Rav didn’t seem to believe you.

“You cry often.” Rav shook their head sadly. “Rav can’t watch anymore.”

Watch?!

“Yeah, I… uh I lost some people I love, and it’s been hard. But I’m ok, really. It’s part of moving on.” You hesitantly reached out and patted their still extended tentacle.

“Rav will help you.” They answered, and smiled a strange, eerie smile at you. You guessed they were trying to imitate yours. “Rav has loved you for a long time.”

Loved?!

“You don’t know me?” You started feeling uneasy and tried scooting back on the rock. You became very aware of your nakedness.

“Rav does know you. Rav has watched you for many years. You are always so sad, and Rav can fix that. Rav can love you, can make you feel good.” They stepped forward, claiming back the space you’d put between you.

“Th-thank you for saving me, now please take me home, I want to go home.” You pushed further until a hard wall pressed against your back. Rav continued stepping forward.

“No. Rav can… I can show you.” They spoke slowly. You had to credit how fast they seemed to learn, but that didn’t stop you from cowering at their feet.

You felt something slide up your leg again and you thrashed, trying to escape. It was like blood in the water and with your movement, suddenly their tentacles were everywhere. Your arms were quickly gripped and pulled straight out. Your legs unbent and spread also. In a flash, you were spread eagle in the air, hanging just above Rav, trapped by their tentacles. Tears ran down your face again. It wasn’t hard to guess what they meant by “make you feel good”.

More tentacles joined the others, seemingly unending. They ran over your bare cunt. You were ashamed that in that moment, you thought about how long it had been since you’d been fucked. A part of you almost wanted this. You were so lonely. And Rav was right, you were so sad. You tried snapping yourself out of it.

One tentacle sucked onto your clit and pulsed. You couldn’t help the cry of surprise that ripped itself from your lips. This just seemed to fuel the creature in front of you. They plunged a thick tentacle into your cunt, in one deep thrust. You cried out half in pain and half in pleasure.

Rav didn’t seem to have much experience, but what they lacked, they made up for in sheer number of appendages. They seemed desperate, tentacles roaming over every inch of your body. Each noise, movement, or reaction from you made them repeat the action that had elicited it. They played with your nipples and clit. Those seemed to pull the best reactions from you.

Another tentacle pushed against your ass, and before you could even gargle out a plea, it plunged just as deep as the one in your cunt. You moaned loudly. Two thick tentacles rested inside you. The sucker on your clit continued pulsing. A new tentacle circled your throat and rested near your lips. Rav seemed to understand you needed to breathe, but it played with your lips, pushing in slightly, exploring.

After a while of this, you started feeling desperate yourself. Rav was playing with you. Their tentacles stayed still inside you, the one on your clit pushing you along, but never tipping you over the edge.

You squirmed, trying desperately to deny your desire. You didn’t want this. You wouldn’t beg. They would get bored eventually. Right?

“Please.” you felt yourself mutter.

“Please?” Rav replied in a questioning tone.

“Please ma-make me cum.” So much for not begging.

“Cum?” They questioned again.

“M-move them.” You stuttered out. You ground your hips into the tentacles for emphasis. Rav looked from your face to your cunt, confused. It seemed to dawn on them what you wanted as you pushed yourself against their tentacles.

Rav thrust the two even deeper inside you. You let out a mangled cry and your vision was full of speckles.

“Too deep!” You cried. Rav pulled the tentacles back out, almost leaving your body all together. Then they thrust them back in, but only to about where they had them the first time. You moaned loudly and leaned your head back. Now they understood.

Rav started pushing the two thick tentacles in and out of you at a wicked pace. You practically screamed and writhed on them. After a long time of being kept on edge, your orgasm crashed through you almost instantly. You squeezed your eyes shut. Rav didn’t stop pounding into you.

Their pace didn’t falter. You felt so full. Two, thick, long tentacles curled deep inside you. You could feel the suckers along them pulling at your insides. It was incredible and bizarre. It wasn’t long until a second orgasm ripped through you.

“You’re ready.” Rav said, focus solely on your dripping cunt.

“Wha…” you tried to ask, but your brain was starting to feel like mush. You felt like you were floating again.

The tentacle in your cunt withdrew, while the other stayed, but slowed down. It lazily moved in and out of you. Something new pressed against your cunt and you gathered your strength to pull your head up. A slit had opened on Rav’s lower half and a thick, very bulbous tentacle had emerged. It pressed against you. It was wider than the other, but not by much, and your cunt was dripping. Your fat pussy lips embraced the tip of whatever this was.

Rav groaned as they slowly pushed the new tentacle into you. It settled against your cervix. They didn’t move this one. You watched as something glowing could be seen moving from their body, through the tentacle. It was slightly larger than the tentacle, and made a round imprint as it moved. You froze.

“Wait-” you started. You tried, in vain, to wiggle away. Rav tightened their grip.

The thing moved out of your view and you felt it inside you. Soon it was pressing against your cervix. You cried out and sobbed. The pain was incredible. You tried frantically to squirm away, but it was no use. You felt the thing push through and enter your deepest parts.

To your horror, another glowing egg started travelling towards your pussy. And another. Soon the tentacle was full of them. You begged with incoherent words. It was no use.

Egg after egg pushed into you. Your stomach bulged with them. A faint glow shone through your skin. You blacked out at one point, and were awoken by a painful orgasm. It burned, and fuelled you. You started enjoying the feeling of the eggs slip into you. You had never felt so full before.

Finally, stomach tight and glowing, Rav pulled out of you. They lowered you and pressed you against their body. Something like a coo came out of their mouth and they looked down at you with what couldn’t be mistaken for anything but complete adoration.

“You did very good.” They comforted. You found yourself blushing and hiding your face against their chest. For some reason you felt safe. Some part of you recognized that was insane, but you had been alone, so truly, bitterly alone for so long. Years. Was it really so bad to let this creature comfort you?

*********

In the weeks that followed, Rav returned you to your home. They couldn’t be out of water for long, but they spent as much time as they could with you. You’d sit in the bathroom and read to them while they sat in the tub. As it turns out, they were incredibly intelligent, and wildly curious. They had an innocence you had never experienced.

They were clever too. Witty as all hell, and kind. As your stomach grew, so did your feelings. As crazy as it was, you fell in love with this creature. They were also alone. Their family didn’t seem to work the way humans did. They didn’t stay, they weren’t raised. They were laid and left. But Rav had spent their childhood watching you and your family. They wanted something different.

Somehow, in the strangest way, you had both found a new family. You were, finally, happy.

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about comfort sex but instead of reassuring words and gentle caresses it’s this big burly man hovering over your face, hand scruffing your neck before shoving you into his warm wet heat, riding your face like you didn’t just tell him you had the works week of your life and there aren’t tears prickling your eyes and a big fat knot in your stomach, treating you like you’re only a warm wet mouth solely meant for his pleasure, telling you to shut up when groans or grunts escape your mouth because toys don’t talk remember that, won’t let you touch yourself even though pre’s pooling on your stomach and you’re withring under him, being anything but gentle as he clenches his thighs onto your face and erratically ruts his hips, refusing to budge even when you claw at his legs in a desperate attempt to come up for air, practically on the verge of passing out when he finally finishes.

It’s only afterwards he tells you that you did well, hand gently cupping your cheek calloused thumb stroking the skin before he slots your lips together, tongue swiftly slipping past your lips, lapping at ever nook and cranny til all he can do is taste himself on his own lips “so good for me puppy,”

[irasdeath]

Older cis man x younger chubby ftm boy has been on my mind

(character centered grr)

A strong, older cis man grows infatuated with a young, cute trans boy. Maybe he's late 30s, only 40s, and the boy is only 19. A cute, pure little virgin.

The older man first met the boy in a coffee shop when the boy complimented the man's expensive laptop. From the second the man let his gaze land on the boy, he felt something in his chest. And his pants.

Somehow, the man ended up in the bathroom with the boy, rutting against the boy's ass and groping his tits through his shirt, the boy whining and squealing. Eventually, the man's hand reaches the boy's pants, fingers slipping sneakily inside, cupping the boy's puffy pussy.

The boy cries in protest as the man's long, thin finger strokes at the boy's slit through his underwear, catching on the boy's thick, throbbing tdick.

The man growls, tugging the chubby boy closer, possessively gripping him like a lifeline. He grinds his bulge harder against the boy's ass, precum dribbling from his cock.

"M'gonna fuck ya real hard, boy.."

~Toji, Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Higuruma + your faves

[mattybaby19]

"so glad you're finally getting over this trans thing" ERRR WRONG ACTUALLY I GREW MY HAIR OUT SO IT CAN BE PULLED AND YANKED BY OTHER TRANS MEN THANK YOUUUU

[rivalswrites]

Hi okay what if Iron Fist was dating a guy who is very affectionate :3

Iron Fist w/an affectionate boyfriend

Before you read, please be warned that I'm writing based on my impressions of them not only in the game (though it's the biggest inspiration), but some of them with the movies/shows in mind too.

I had to pull up Lin Lie’s Wikipedia page for this, obviously I'm a fake fan (⁠･⁠ω･⁠;⁠)

OMLLL y'all are feeding me too much w/these requests AND I'M THE ONE WRITING EHEHE

Scheduling this to post on Sunday because I'll be busy all weekend and school is starting back up after!!

Masterlist

Affection probably isn't something Lin is too familiar with, but not deprived of. He had a lot of love growing up, seeing as he was able to survive as a normal person up until college until life took a turn. After he received his sword, he didn't have much time to think about it- much less when he had worked to become the Iron Fist.

But again, he wasn't deprived of it. Plenty of his friends were decently affectionate, as much as friends should be. He never minded, but then you came along and the definition of affection changed for him. It went from just people giving him some kind of small gesture of their friendship to a whole other level- something he couldn't describe, a different level of love he didn't really know.

Obviously, he doesn't mind at all, he even encourages it. Never has he ever told you to not touch him, he loves it- and you- too much to try and stop anything of the sorts. And of course, you also enjoy it- because your beefcake of a boyfriend is basically allowing you to crawl all over him 24/7 with no issue; it's everyone's dream come true.

One of his favorite times to receive affection is during free time, no interruptions allowed. He just sits on a recliner or the couch and does some sort of puzzle (extremely difficult ones you've probably never seen before, and you will sit behind him uncomfortably and lean on his back. Just pure dead weight on his back, arms around his neck and head on his- watching without a clue as he worked away with no issue.

And it becomes a pattern, he's just chilling around somewhere and you crawl all over him and put him in a chokehold! (Affectionately) He loves it, your weight on him in any way is great. It's a consistent calm, like it becomes such a calm for him that HE'LL sometimes look for your affection.

But he doesn't say he wants affection, no, he's stubborn about it. He finds you and, no matter what you're doing, will grab your hand and will proceed to lay on your arm and shoulder. Usually you get the hint, but if you want to mess with him go ahead and ignore his advances, he'll scowl and slowly drop more of his weight onto you until you both fall to the ground because he is HUGE (lovingly, even if you're strong- he's stronger).

Casual affection and PDA, such as hand holding, kissing, and all the other stuff is perfectly fine with him- kiss and hold away. Though if you smother him in public he'll for sure get flustered, especially if it's around friends- at least one person will tease him for it and he knows it.

Really enjoys when you cuddle up to him, especially during the winter. Due to all his muscle and constant physical activity he just naturally started running hot, so he's the perfect heater whenever you need it. Your cold feet will be warmer and he won't mind, because it's physical touch from his lovely boyfriend.

Overall: he loves it, and absolutely doesn't mind it. Cling to him like a koala and he would go into battle like that, for he'd rather die than make you let him go.

[ast4tarion]

how we feeling abt t4t4t ftm reader, viktor, & jayce

oh this is right up my alley, I’m such a t4t jayvik truther at heart—I know you didn’t explicitly ask for headcanons, but I felt like I had to drop at least a couple

T4T4T Jayce x Viktor x Reader

SFW:

All three of you rotate doing each other’s preferred T methods

Jayce is terrified of needles, so he does patches

Viktor does the monthly shots

Jayce has a never-ending appetite on T, so making him dinners or packing lunches has become a love language

Viktor can’t bind due to his health issues, so he’s a frequent big hoodie/shirt stealer

Because gender preferences and presentations exist on a spectrum between the three of you, your closets have all practically merged together

You and Jayce shave your faces together, usually involving at least one person flicking shaving cream at the other

Viktor adored the smell of you and Jayce’s aftershave, and he’s not shy about pressing his nose to you or Jayce’s neck to get a whiff

Viktor occasionally gets annoyed at you and Jayce’s play wrestling, and will mutter under his breath “theirs too much damn testosterone in this house”

NSFW:

Out of the three of you, surprisingly Viktor is the horniest

Especially on his shot days, his boner practically doesn’t go down for 24 hours

Jayce has the largest tdick, it’s about two and a half inches and can even penetrate both of you

Jayce and Viktor are sort of opposites in their preferences, Jayce doesn’t like much touch to his chest at all but loves penetration giving or receiving

Viktor has little to no chest dysphoria, but prefers all the attention to be on his cock and not inside

Viktor tdick piercing. That’s all I’ll say.

Jayce melts at any sort of affirming praise, but he’s especially weak for “good boy” or “sweet boy”

Viktor packs, and on a particularly sensitive T shot day has cum from just the visual of you giving his packer a handjob

Both very attentive lovers in different ways, which usually leads to you moaning while sandwiched between them

[yanderestarangel]

More about tio miggy pls? Something about him catching his nephew masturbating for him`` his sweet innocent ftm nephew and he destroys his pussy

It really makes me throw my feet up and blush... I say... Hear me out

Tio Miguel would arrive so tired from working on his farm, sweaty, with a smell of drink and sweat on his body while his heavy steps would echo across the old wooden floor ─ but not enough to catch your attention, after all, you were too busy grabbing the pillow with his smell while fingering your own pussy feeling your clit throb with every thought of feeling your step uncle's fat cock filling you completely.

It was supposed to be just another fantasy session, but this time he caught you in the act.

Tio Miguel saw everything through the open door that you had left, your cunt got wet and dirty on the warm sheets beneath you while your breathing became shallow ─ the idea of ​​him inside you — it was taboo yet tempting beyond reason. His erection swelled painfully against his jeans, proof of his mounting arousal. You just felt his warm and rough hand pull you and wake you up from your trance of lust, making you blush but you didn't have much time to justify something, just feeling his two fingers enter abruptly into your wet hole and making you arch your back. Your moans ignited a firestorm within him, urging him towards madness. His fingers danced faster, matching the intensity of your cries.

Tio Miguel pulled you closer, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss ; his tongue dueled with yours, mirroring the action below. Saliva mixed with whiskey, creating an intoxicating blend. His free hand explored your curves hungrily, cupping your breast firmly yet gently. "¿Te gusta, mi vida?" He would growl as he fucked you with his digits watching your juices wet them entirely. "Do you want me, niño? Do you want me to fuck you?"

It wouldn't be long before you were filled with his fat dick─ the hair on his pelvis was hitting your hips as he buried your head into the soft mattress and made you look for more friction with his cock. Tio Miguel pounded his dick into your wetness so many times that you could feel your vision go dark and back again and again, buzzing and growling sounds coming from the brute foreman filled your mind. "You only know how to think about being filled, don't you mijo? You wanted that... So you better deal with my cock."

[remiratboi]

So when are you going to tie me up and force me to cum until I cry? Asking for a friend.

[st0ne-arr0w]

Rough sex is great and free use is wonderful but low key, the best is waking up, rolling over, kissing your partner awake before slowly easing into eating them out. Gentle oral, my tongue being soft on them as they wake up. Planting gentle kisses, listening to soft moans and sighs early in the morning, and after they cum, making them coffee and holding them until it’s time to get up and get dressed for the day.

Just make sure to tease them publicly all day until you can roughfuck when you get home

[irasdeath]

Taking care of your cute boyfriend while he's on his period.

Cw: suggestive content (mentions of pussy but not explicit smut)

When you wake up, your pretty boy rolls over and groans. He's clutching his stomach and you notice some blood on the blankets and sheets and on his clothes.

You gently wake him up, shaking awake your gorgeous little lover. His bleary eyes open to look at you. A grimace in his face as his body cramps and aches. You gently kiss his forehead, wiping his hair away from his face.

"Good morning sweetheart...you bled all over the blankets. Can you get up for me? Go get in the shower and I'll go ahead and clean up."

You tell him, gently rubbing his head. He nods and whispers quiet apologies, but you're not having it.

"No baby, it's okay. These things happen."

You state to him, standing up to help him out of bed. You let him cling to you as he hobbles towards the bathroom, careful to not drip onto the floor.

You help him into the bath, taking off his pajamas for him and setting him down. He looks absolutely exhausted, the poor thing.

You turn on the tub water, and grab a cup from the side. You wipe him down, gently rubbing the washcloth over his pussy to wipe away all the blood. He shivers, tiredly resting his head back.

You decide that he's too tired to leave him on his own, so you continue to wash him. You clean him up, and then wash his hair for him before shutting the water off and rubbing him down with a fluffy towel.

You lift your boy up, wrapping him in a towel and bringing him to the living room where he can rest on the couch while you would go clean up the bed. You help dress him and put a pad on him so that he doesn't bleed everywhere.

You then go to the kitchen and make him some warm tea and grab the heating pad from the closet. He's already asleep, so you just put it on him and leave him be. You can give him snacks when he wakes up again.

Turning on your heel, you head to the bedroom to clean up his little accident. You take off all of the sheets and bundle them up together before heading to the washer and tossing them in with some liquid detergent.

You grab a clean set and put it on the bed, before making it up and heading back out to the living room to your boyfriend.

He's still asleep, but he looks more comfortable and less disturbed. You set some acetaminophen next to him so that he can take them if he's in pain.

You kiss his cheek, being gentle with him as to not disturb him

You call your boss.

"Hey boss. Can't come in. Family emergency."

Made with Satoru Gojo in mind, and your favorites.