#X ftm reader

[bamffbamf]

live photos of me reading the fem! reader one shots bc i couldnt find any good trans reader fics

[servicpop]

showing rookie the ropes⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ callahan ( detective oc ) & alastair ( police oc ) x criminal ftm reader

NSFW ⓘ⠀coninuation of this , threesome , degradation ( from callahan ) , use of cunt & pussy

Being caged in Callahan's house wasn't all bad.

Who knew the detective would so lovingly take care of you like a stray cat that's too adorable to walk by? Before you're even awake and on your feet, you can hear Callahan busy in the kitchen, making breakfast for the both of you.

He serves you food with a ceramic plate and silverware for each meal despite spending months on end trying to find and arrest you. Yet you're here, under his watch, his care, because you—apparently—are the key to his ongoing case. Whether that was true or false, not even Callahan knew the answer.

The faint chirping of birds reminded you of how early Callahan routinely woke up at. The soft flickers of sunlight streaked across Callahan's floors; the white specks of dust floating in the air had entertained your eyes like a morning warm-up.

“I have a day off,” Callahan grumbled as if he had to force those words out, “Do whatever you want today.” He skewered the fried egg onto his fork and brought it to his mouth, chewing quietly as an awkward blanket of silence draped over the both of you.

He watches your head shake up and down sleepily, like you're about to nod off back to sleep.

“If you're that fucking tired just go to sleep.” He stood up abruptly from his chair, the wooden legs screeching along the floorboards. He circles the table to reach you, hooking his hands under your thighs to hoist you up over his shoulder. “You can heat it up later when you're not about to fall on the damn plate.”

He hears your retaliations, just chooses not care. Callahan's struggling with the way you're wriggling in his grasp, hitting his chest, caging his waist with your legs to try and wrestle him off, and whining about how you're awake enough to eat.

“God damn it, just stay still alright—” He pauses when he sees you pant underneath him, cheeks flushed, and hands up in surrender. Now, if that doesn't get him all worked up.

He stares for a heartbeat too long before he pushes himself off of you, shifting his gaze to anything else but your face. Callahan reachs for one of his pillows, chucking it over your face as he grabs your legs and pulls them up.

“Don't give me those eyes, I know what you want,” He grunts as he watches you move the pillow off your face just for him to push it back down, “We'll make it quick.”

His fingers loop under his belt buckle, undoing the hold clasp enough that he could unzip his pants. He let your legs rest against his left shoulder as he turned his attention to your clothing, slipping your pyjama pants off and all the way to your slide off your ankles.

Callahan pulls his own boxers down enough so his dick could spring out, sighing at the shameless sight of his own erection. He never understood how you could get under his skin this much.

Binding your legs with a hand squeezing your calves together, he pushes them up a little bit more until they're a 90 degree angle to your body.

“You get wet so quick,” He chastises you as if that's a bad thing. As if he isn't eagerly sliding the underside of his cock along your slit, scoffing at the way your legs jump from the contact. “Keep still, don't kick me,” he groans, breaching your cunt with his tip before shoving the rest of himself inside you.

He comes to cage your thighs with the curl of his arm as his chest presses flush against the underside of your legs. From this angle he can look down at how your fingers dig into the pillow, holding it to your face just to ground yourself. A little part of him wants to murmur praise, but he pushes that down when he remembers the whole reason why you're here.

You were a criminal.

That thought alone triggered the muscles in Callahan's hand to clench around the soft skin of your leg, imprinting the pads of his finger into you. He bottomed out, leaning forward so he could thrust even deeper past the warm clutch of your body.

“Fuck.” Callahan curses beneath his breath as the vulgar sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh rung through his ears like a high frequency. Your small whines and whimpers were drowned out by the fluff of the pillow while he continues to pound into you as if it were punishment for seemingly nothing.

He let out a louder groan, head tilting off to the side as he loses himself in you, relishing in how your pussy clenched around him like a warm embrace. He mumbled about being close paired with a few degrading words that you could barely hear behind the pillow.

Callahan's hips still as he grips your legs just a tad tighter, stuffing you full of his cum. He keeps himself plugged in your cunt, taking a breather to come down from the high. Through post-orgasm bliss leaving the both of you dazed and satisfied, neither you or Callahan could hear the gentle click of the door opening.

“Sir? Are you alright? i hear grunting—”

That almost whimpish voice—which you didn't recognise—was enough for you to peek over the pillow to see a man with tacky platinum hair and black rimmed glasses standing in the doorway. He seemed to be dressed in a police uniform of sorts, too crisp to be anyone of high authority.

Though you can feel the gradual stiffening of Callahan's dick still nestled inside of you, which undoubtedly pulls a cocky remark from your mouth, “You're into that?” You manage to speak your mind before Callahan is pressing the pillow against your face once more.

“Oh. Woah— Uh, I mean... I didn't mean to intrude I just—” The officer's stammering pulled a long sigh from Callahan and a pinch to his nose bridge.

“If you keep pressing the pillow to his face you're going to suffocate him...” He shifts awkwardly on the spot, eyes darting everywhere but where you and Callahan are connected.

You—dramatically—gasp for air once Callahan removes the pillow from your face, turning your head to look at the man standing in the doorway.

“If you care about this criminal so much why don't you look after him?” Callahan scoffs as he scrutinises Alastair, observing the way the platinum haired officer shuffled around on the spot like a restless dog. Though Callahan may find it highly irritating, the way Alastair is so carefully averting his gaze from your half naked form is somewhat endearing.

“What are you still staring at? You want a turn?” Callahan pulls out of you, suppressing a groan as he sees white leak out of your hole the second he's not stuffed inside you. He haphazardly wipes himself with a tissue before stuffing his still stiff dick into his pants.

“Seems like you're a fucking virgin at your age,” Callahan doesn't even bother to clean you up before he's shifting his spot on the bed to sit behind you. He grabs your waist as he handles you in a position where your back is against his chest. Its oddly domestic, too affectionate for you to relax against him.

“But would your— companion, want... that?” He circles the bed to stand at the end of your feet, covering his eyes so he's not staring at your crotch.

“If he didn't he'd be scrambling out of my grip.” Callahan's hand curls around your side, digging into the skin beneath your ribcage.

“Do something,” Callahan growls. He can feel you tense awkwardly under Alastair's quiet gaze, and he hates that. “Or do I have to teach you?”

Alastair lowers his hand from his eyes, pupils dilating enough to cover the color of his iris. He gawks for a bit—can't pull his eyes away from the erotic sight of his superiors cum dripping out from your slick cunt. It's vile, unprofessional, and yet Alastair can't help but stare.

Callahan drawls out a sigh, fingers descending your body as he roughly plunges them inside your pussy. The curl of his fingers makes you writhe, mostly out of the abruptness of it. He scoops out his own seed, the sticky substance coats his fingers like honey, and he brings it to your mouth. He prods at your lips with the tips of his hand, half smearing the white along your mouth before you part them enough to take it.

Alastair stares, frozen like a deer and growing an inexplicable boner from the sight. The way you let Callahan to do that, and even swirl your warm tongue over his knuckles, evokes a strange warmth in his gut.

“Lean your head down,” Callahan is already barking out commands before Alastair can snap out of his lewd fantasies. He follows accordingly, its an order after all. Alastair lowers his face until its just shy of your body. He can feel the gentle heat radiating off of you.

“Don't get all too excited, rookie, make him feel good before you stick your tongue in,” it's like scolding a disobedient dog with the way Alastair pulls back into his shoulders as if to hide away from his harsh tone.

He places one hand on your inner thigh, immediately retracting it when he feels the muscle twitch under his touch. Alastair's mouth slowly opens and his tongue darts out to sample a taste. You can feel Callahan's fingers tighten around your body absent-mindedly as he practically seethes at how wimpish Alastair is.

“I'm about to die of old age before I can hear him moan,” Callahan grunts, finally caving in as he snakes his hand to your front, roughly pressing on your clit with his index finger. The sudden pressure to your nerves gets a whine bubbling in your throat.

There's something so alluring to how your eyes flutter shut, lips parted and the prettiest noises spill from your mouth just from one touch. Alastair's only seen your face from blurred security footage or low quality images, but never this close and this expressive.

There's a small fluttering in his stomach before he moves without second thought.

Alastair's tongue meets your folds, delving in-between the crevices like he's licking syrup off of his morning toast. His tongue delves out to brush against your opening like licking along your bottom lip when kissing. The stark contrast between the two confuses your body. Callahan is so ruthlessly circling your bundle of nerves with just one finger, yet Alastair is so gently exploring every dip and crevice of your cunt.

“You're enjoying this aren't you?” A deep rumble comes from behind you as Callahan's free hand curls around the column of your throat. “Being tongue-fucked by some cop? What kind of thief are you?”

Though, Callahan doesn't squeeze, nor apply any pressure. He just holds, feeling your pulse quicken as Alastair's tongue delves past your hole and into your wet channel.

“I bet you he's no better than a machine,” he growls “You know I'd do better, but I wouldn't want to put my mouth anywhere near this dirty pussy.”

Callahan lifts his hand up just to bring it back down with a sharp slap to your clit, musing at the way Alastair flinches upon having Callahan’s hand come down so quickly right in front of his face.

You’d feel bad—

If he wasn’t currently sucking you off like his life depended on it.

Alastair is pathetically hard by now; his pants are straining so much he swears he can hear the rip of thread from it. He drags his tongue along the warm walls of your cunt, savoring the way you clench and groan from the sensation—he’s so shamefully picturing how his superior would break through the clench of your pussy, drive himself deeper until he hits your cervix, and how you’d let all those sweet, deliberately loud noises to provoke him further.

You see Callahan’s free hand—the one that wasn’t cradling the curve of your throat—move down to Alastair’s hair, and for a moment, you believe he’s going to thread his fingers between those platinum strands and brush the hair out of his face.

He didn’t.

It wouldn’t be Callahan if he did.

His fingers curled into Alastair’s scalp, grabbing a fistful of hair like pulling roots from the soil. With a sharp tug, Callahan pries Alastair off of you, holding his head up like he’d just dunked the man in a bucket of water. Alastair doesn’t fight it—in fact, he lifts his head to meet eyes with you, dazed like he’d taken his first sip of alcohol when he was eighteen.

Callahan merely scoffs at the sight as he moves his hand from your throat, down your stomach, and to your reddened sex. He doesn’t care for foreplay, especially from how close you were to the end. It slid in a little too easy, his fingers entering with a sickening squelch. Knuckle-deep, Callahan curls just enough to bump your g-spot.

“Ah– fuck.” You jolt, jerking against the weight of Callahan’s arm draped over your body. He alternates between curling his fingers and thrusting his fingers shallowly before he widens the thrusts, fingering you with a new found energy.

He sees Alastair, all round eyes, dumber than a deer in headlights.

And he can’t help but get a little irked at that.

“Open.” Callahan curls his fist tighter in Alastair’s hair, shaking him a little to get him out of that daze. When Alastair finally comes to his senses he rolls his mouth open, tongue slicked with saliva like he was fucking salivating.

The back and forth movement of Callahan’s hand gets more intense, drawing out your orgasm with each press against your walls, punishing your sweet spot. Your incessant squirming and whining grates on Callahan’s nerves; you’re enjoying yourself a little too much. He slams his palm down harder with each thrust in, deliberately hitting your clit with a force that bordered pain. “Just cum already, I’m done dealing with you.” He growls lowly in your ear, yanking Alastair closer to your body as he hooks his fingers inside of you, harshly pressing against that one spot. Your restrain slips, and the next thing you know, Callahan is angling Alastair’s head to catch your orgasm in his mouth. Alastair’s left eye flickers shut, feeling the warmth of your cum splatter across his face as he eagerly swallows what he’s given.

Callahan’s grip loosens, falling away from Alastair’s hair before he chucks a blanket over your body, wrapping you up in the fabric like he was shielding you from Alastair’s wandering eyes.

“Go get yourself fixed up. We’ll talk when you’re done.”

[writing-mlm]

if you do write for ftm reader, i’d like to req mark grayson wanting reader to sit on his face and absolutely being a dork in love who can’t help him djsjsjs

Rex’s influence

Summary: After drinking with Rex, Mark’s mind has been one place and he just needs for his fantasy to become a reality. Pairing: Mark Grayson x FTM!reader Word Count: 2.3k Tags/Warnings: smut, ftm reader, drinking, asking for sexual advice, Mark is a little pathetic it’s cute, readers transition isn’t stated but he hasn’t had bottom surgery, cum eating, face-riding, boys kissing, Rex lives Au A/n: I’ve never written face riding before that was scary

“No, man, you don’t get it,” Rex shifts on the couch, his head dropping to the pillow behind him as his memories rush back. “Having someone sit on your face is better than any fucking drug.” He licks his lips, the phantom taste still there. Mark raises an eyebrow, not quite believing him but he’s inclined to. He’s known Rex for some time now, he knows that Rex is a bit of a feen when it comes to intimacy so he must be right.

Right?

“I mean,” Mark shrugs, his ears a soft shade of pink. “I’ve only really done missionary and the shower… once,” Rex springs up at that, his jaw slack and eyes wide. 

“No way, you and (Y/n)?” Mark nods and Rex whistles. “No way, you gotta start branching out, dude. Not even doggy? Car? Six-nine? Flying?” He smirks at the last one. 

“No, he’s not that type— I’m also not that type,” Mark shakes his head despite the fact that his boxers are definitely tighter than they were a moment ago. Rex kicks his lips again, although this time it’s not to remember the flavor on them. He studies Mark before he shakes his head.

“I didn’t think you’d be so vanilla, you seem like a freak.” He confesses before picking up his beer, raising it in the air ever so slightly. “To each their own, I guess. But you don’t know what you’re missing.” 

He thought about it for the rest of the night, he thought about it when you texted that you were outside of Rex and Rae’s place, he thought about it as he slid into your car. You were humming along to the music, briefly pausing to kiss his cheek when he got inside. 

Unintentionally, his eyes drifted to your legs, you were in your night clothes. Shorts that were close to not fitting anymore, riding up your thighs, a shirt with a hole on the bottom so he could see your happy trail and— fuck. He faces forward, buckling his seatbelt while you ask about his boys' night that was really just Rex wanting to catch up after the whole variant Invincible thing. 

You notice his answers are strange, as if he’s working on some sort of autopilot and you check him over. He seems fine, maybe a little flushed but he always gets red in the face when he drinks and…oh, you catch his boner and snort, turning onto the next street. 

You decide not to ask about it, but you do watch as he tries not to make it so obvious. But the half-chub he’s sporting is quickly becoming a full-blown erection the more he thinks about it. Thinks about you, naked, sitting on his face. His hands on your thighs, your hands in his hair, his tongue… fuck, he doesn’t understand why he didn’t think about this before. He’s heard jokes before, of course, but he never gave them a second thought. 

He looks at you, imagining how you’d look on top of him, how your thighs would feel on the side of his head. God, he needs to touch you. 

“Mark,” You warn as his hand settles on your thigh, squeezing and slowly moving up. 

“What?” He asks, lips pursed to pretend he doesn’t know what he’s doing. 

“I’m driving,” Holding his hand, you don’t move it but you stop it from moving up any further. He smiles and extends his pinky just far enough that you feel it brush against the hem of your shorts. “Asshole, we’re almost there.” You laugh and he loudly exhales, slumping in his chair. “But we’re doing anything.”

“What? Why?” He cries out. 

“Mark, you’ve been drinking. You know how I feel about drunk sex,”

“I’m not drunk. I had half a beer an hour ago,” He corrects. “Get the breathalyzer! I’ll blow!”

“Yeah, cause I just have one lying around.” Rolling your eyes, you pull up to your block and have to listen to his pouting the entire time. You live together, considering you’re finishing up your degree at a nearby college and he’s considering going back to school. He pouts the entire way up to your apartment, kicking the floor like a child who was denied a toy. 

“We can tomorrow,” You tell him, climbing onto his lap and resting your hands behind his neck, watching as his eyes trail down your body before they stop between your legs. Quirking an eyebrow, you tilt his chin up and he fucking whimpers. “What’s gotten you so worked up, baby?” He huffs and buries his head into your neck, huffing again. You scratch his head, a habit you’ve long since grown used to. 

“Rex,” He shakes his head, the blood rushing to his dick again. “He was talking about people riding his face and he said it was amazing. Better than drugs,”

“You want me to ride your face?” You laugh and he nods, holding you tighter. “I’ve never tried it, I wouldn’t want to—“

“If you think your body could suffocate or hurt me by sitting on my face,” He pulls away, looking at you as if you’d asked him what’s two plus two. “Last I checked, a building dropping on me only left a scratch. And I’m pretty sure you’re not a building,” You laugh, looking away from him before thinking about it. 

“Maybe,” You inhale. “I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it, I guess.”

“We don’t have to!” He quickly says. “He just got in my head and I keep—“

“Give me a day or two,” You cut him off with a kiss which he nods into. 

—

“Eve, you’ve had sex, right?” She slowly sets down her sandwich, looking up at you as you scroll through your phone, biting your thumb nail. 

“I have, yes,” She nods. “Why?”

“Well, Mark wants me to ride his face but—“

“Oh my god,” She laughs, covering her face and you frown. 

“What?” Looking at her, you can see she’s holding back another laugh. “Dude, c’mon! Don’t laugh, he seemed really excited about it!” 

“That’s a good thing,” She reassures and then shrugs. “Most guys don’t even want to, just ask any woman.”

“That’s why I’m asking you! Have you ever…?”

“All the time,” She grins. “I think you’d like it.”

“But like…” You inhale, leaning back in your seat. “What if it’s weird. Like… my ass is gonna be on his face and it’s gonna be really on his face.” You groan, dragging your hands down his face and she gives you a sympathetic smile. You couldn’t go to anyone else really for help on this, Rex would probably just call you stupid and tell you to ride Mark’s face until he passes out, Rae would be too nice, it would be too weird with Amber, and you weren’t sure if William would want to hear about the potential sexual adventures of his dear friend. Gosh, maybe you could ask the internet… but no, that would be embarrassing having it online forever. 

“(Y/n),” Eve grabs your hand and you look at her, trying not to shrink with shame. “I promise you, that’s exactly what he wants. Probably more than you’re imagining. And besides,” She lets go of your hand and leans back, picking her sandwich up again. “If it’s too weird, you can always stop.”

“I guess,” You slump down. “Any advice? Like do I move my hips, should I bounce? I don’t know, watch some porn to prepare?” She laughs and shakes her head. 

“Let him guide you,” She shrugs. “Rex loved that. Amber does, too,”

—

It’s nearly a week later when you tell him your final decision. 

“Baby?” You call, hiding your eyes behind your hands as you sit on the edge of the bed. Mark was in the kitchen, loudly watching recaps of his previous mission while deciding what groceries needed to be bought. 

“Yeah, babe?” He calls back, the fridge closing and the freezer opening. 

“I think… we should try it,” You fall back, looking up at the ceiling while begging the bed to swallow you whole. 

“Try what? That new restaurant downstairs?” 

“No,” You groan. “Me… on your face,” There’s a gust of wind and Mark is suddenly on his knees in front of you, his pupils blown and lips parted ever so slightly. Sitting up, you let out a breathy laugh. 

“Really?” He asks, looking between your eyes. 

“Yes— close the freezer—“ He does that in record time, standing in front of you while discarding his shirt to the floor without hesitation. “I thought about it and, sure, it seems nice.” You explain while he takes your shirt off. 

“Thank you so much,” He groans, peppering kisses down your neck as you slowly lower back onto the bed. “You won’t regret it, promise.” He looks at you with a big, dopey grin and you feel a bit more confident in your answer. He looks back down, trailing kisses down to your stomach while taking off your shorts and boxers, tossing them to the side without pulling away from your skin. 

You shudder as he spreads your legs, blinking up to the ceiling as your heart starts to hammer. 

“Relax, baby,” He cooes, bringing his hands to the back of your thighs and getting a solid grip on them. “Hold my shoulders.” He says while he adjusts himself. Nodding, you look down at him and do as he said, laughing as he quickly flips the position. He’s lying flat on the bed, his head resting just underneath the pillows while you’re hovering over his neck. 

You stare down at him, resting on your knees as he licks his lips, his eyes wandering all over your body with a barely hidden hunger that makes you wet. His eyes catch it, feeling the heat from you and then a drop lands on his chin. Before you can say or do anything, he moans and looks away. You pause, you know that sound and that face. Looking behind you, you find his shorts have a wet spot that’s growing and his dick is still twitching. 

“…did you cum from that?” You ask, slowly looking back at him. He just nods, too bashful to look at you properly. “That’s strangely reassuring.” Running your fingers through his hairline, he looks back up at you and gently pushes you forward. “If it’s too much—“

“You won't be.” He promises. 

“If it is, just… bang on the headboard, okay?” He huffs but nods. You nod back and let him guide you higher, his breath brushing against your folds. Staring at the wall, you hesitate before sitting, well, you’re still hovering. 

He moans immediately, his hands switching from holding you to move you up, to holding you so he can hold you down. You move to rise up but he keeps you in place, biting your thigh as a warning. 

“Mark,” You moan, his tongue brushing up through you and his nose brushing against your hood. It feels different from when he’s eaten you out before, a good difference. Your eyes flutter as you try to stay upright, his tongue dipping inside your hole as the noises coming from him sound like wet sound effects. “Fuck,” You breathe, holding onto the headboar and peer down. 

Big mistake. 

Mark’s watching you, watching your every expression and they’re only spurring him on. Your mouth opens, a broken moan coming from you as he sucks your clit, moving one hand to reach behind and start to circle your hole. You close your eyes, hanging your head back which fixes your posture and has you pressing even more down on him. His finger slips inside and you curse, unsure of which pressure feels better. You’re seeing stars at this point, your hands unsure of where to grab so you could find some type of reprieve in the bliss haven you’ve somehow found yourself inside of.  

“So good,” He moans from below you, his voice more than a little muffled because he refuses to truly detach from you. Your hips start moving, slowly, forward and back and you don’t realize that your legs are getting further apart until his tongue reaches places they never have been before. He sucks and licks, exploring the area with more enthusiasm than before. He pulls his finger out from you and instead, uses his now free hands to message your ass. He grips and pulls, rocking you back and forth on his face. 

Gasping, you grip his hair, yanking on by accident. It doesn’t deter him, instead he moans at the pain. Mark, noticing that your legs are slowly closing, let’s go of your ass and wrap his hands around your thighs again. He’s keeping your legs from closing again with firm pressure and you can feel your stomach tightening, your eyes closing as you can feel yourself getting closer. It’s happening so much faster than it usually does, tears beading on the corner of your eyes. 

“Mark,” You whimper, rocking your hips to chase the high you’re feeling. “Just like that, baby, please— fuck,” He nods, keeping his pace and pressure before he moans under you, the feeling of you cumming on his face lets him know that Rex was right. He doesn’t know why he’s never done this before. Your thighs twitch as you finish on his face, closing him in even more and he cums again, this time his dick is free from his shorts and you can feel the droplets hitting your back. 

Panting, you go to slide off of him but he brings you back in place. You whine, holding onto the headboard before looking down at him. 

“I just came,” You murmur and he gives you a greedy smile before he pouts. 

“You can take it, you can take more,” He whimpers, nuzzling into your thighs as they shake a little. “Please, baby. Just a couple more?” 

“Are you sure?” You ask, looking at his wet face. He’s panting a little, not once did he stop for air, but you guess he’s used to holding his breath at this point. 

“Mhmm,” He nods, licking his lips. “So sure, ‘m so fucking sure.”

[ac3ifix]

womp womp

womp womp because people can’t add one simple tag with the words ‘fem reader’? honestly you’re super immature. also the fact that you turned anon on just to say this is utterly insane to me, if youre gonna insult someone say that shit with ur whole chest, otherwise its just embarrassing.

[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 𝐀𝐂𝐊��𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

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.

[simonsrileyhusband]

i’m absolutely obsessed with your blog, loving the male reader representation 🫡🫡

could i pretty please hear your take on ftm reader who’s too stressed out and simon’s solution is just fucking him until he’s too subby and floaty to worry

(def not projecting who would ever think that)

nsfw:

everytime you start complaining about work or studies simon know what he has to do.

he slowly moves closer to you as you ramble, simon starts with a few kisses on the cheek and nose that slowly drift down to your neck and everytime you ask what hes doing he will answer something like "nothing luv, keep talking" or "dont mind me, what else did he say?"

and he would slowly make his way down, pulling your shirt up, kissing and bitting on your stomach, pulling down your pants.

when you are stressed out simon loves to eat you out, he says its the best way to make your mind shut up. he gets as messy as he wants, pushing his fingers inside of you and he sucks on your clit, his mouth and jaw drenched.

and when you cum for the second time he gives your clit a little kiss before he pulls away.

"imma fuck that stress out of ya', m'kay? ill take care of you, luv."

[shnarky-blogs]

-𝚄𝙽𝙷𝙾𝙻𝚈 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝚂-

✁___________________________________

Puppy boy reader × Werewolf hubby!

Imagine being a small little puppy boy living with you beloved werewolf husband thats so scary and bigger than you, you both are completely opposite in appearance; -You are small, cute, kind and pretty looked really much harmless.

While he is this tall hulking man, feared by anyone who locked eyes with him, but under that scary face of his he Is actually a caring, lovey-dovey and passionate person! he just have a grumpy face all the time that's why everyone is scared of ticking him off afterall he's a big scary werewolf!

When you two are alone together, he gets all clingy, whiney, begging for your attention as he nuzzles up into your neck, ears flopped down while letting out little whimpers,

"Honey!.. can we cuddle?"

"C-can we shower together, puppy?"

"Im sleepy.. let me spoon you baby.. wanna keep you safe and warm.."

He'd whine all the time if you dont give him what he wants, his begging and cries will go on until you say yes to him, like he can't take no for an answer okay!, But during his ruts, its waaayy different.

What he wants is what he gets, if he whats you bent over the bed you'd do it for him, his strong scent controlling your very form because he smells so wonderful! You'd suck on his cock till your sweet hubby is happy.

During mating, he'd make sure to make you feel every single thing of the details of his cock going in and out your hole.. he also made sure to mark you up to remind you and show people who you belong to, his growls and grunts would fill your ears as he fills you up of his seed and knot you up together on his fat knot, leaving you both tied together for maybe an hour or so?

But after that rough love making, He made sure to give you loads of kisses, praises, and a warm bath to calm your tense muscles after that session with him.

[tenkos-heart]

tomura shigaraki x male!reader: accepted

| Summary: Being accepted and cared about for who and what you are is hard to grasp. Espcially when you're a gay trans man.

"Cool."

That's all he said. It was brisk, cool acceptance.

You two were sitting in his room, at the League's new hideout. You've been there for months, ever since what happened at Kamino. Tomura's room was... slightly better. It wasn't as messy the last time you were in there. You really only saw his room when the League had to meet up there, due to what happened. You bounced your leg up and down, your beats with anxiety. "So, like... What do you mean by "cool"? Like you're fine with the fact that I'm, y'know-"

"Magne was a trans woman." he said, not tearing his eyes away from the screen. "People's personality identities are none of my concern. Everyone knows you're a guy, that's that." his voice had a bit more sympathy in it. While Tomura wasn't trans himself, hero society was still not accepting of people who were different. Especially queer people, like him and many members of the League.

You rubbed your hands, before laughing slightly. "Shit, man, I know that, but uhm.. Yeah. Uh-" Tomura turns away from what he was working on and stared at you, his crimson eyes were gentle. "I'm not gonna leave ya just because you figured out later on you were a guy. That's a pointless thing to leave somebody."

"I know, uh, shit. I was just wasn't sure what your reaction was gonna be!"

Tomura then turned around to go back to his gaming session. "Uh, thanks, by the way. For the whole acceptance thing! Haha!" your foot became less and less fidgety. But it was still, nonetheless, acceptance.

He accepted you.

And he loves you.

[sleep-0-deprived]

Toji with a ftm reader NSFW head-cannons~! ૮ ˶ᵔ ˕ ᵔ˶ ྀིა

Taglist: @kimisbunny @silvern1006 @unstab1eperson2 @asher-is-hotxp

A/N I’ve normally don’t do Afab works but I’ve noticed some of my followers are under the trans spectrum and I thought I’d try writing this with my one of my fav dilf!

Tags: p N’ v sex, face riding, cervix play, edging, cunilingus, squirting, mentions of breeding, fingering <33

Toji is the kinda man that would be confused at first when he sees your cunt, he wouldn’t understand until you explain you were trans and then he’d go back to not giving a damn, because at heart this man is a man-whore without a care in the world of what your genitals are. During your first time with him he would have you on top at first, watching you gripping his shoulders and have you moving up and down on his cock with his pelvic bone smushing your clit while he talks you through it. He’d start murmuring things like “didn’t know how good you were pretty boy, did you ride all your exes like a slut too?”

Toji has a knack for degrading you while he fucks you, depending on how he’s fucking uou he might praise you, his favorite position is missionary despite how basic it it he likes having your legs up on his hips while he presses himself as deep as his cock can go making you squirm when he places one hand down on your lower stomach while his tip pushes your cervix making them all sensitive while he coats your insides in a thin coat of pre- come while promising to knock you up. “You wanna be a daddy? hm? Tell me now and I’ll have you knocked up by mornin’ doll”

Toji is a total feen for you, he will never admit it but he has an oral fixation and loves eating you out, but Toji is still a lazy man at heart and would rather you blow him any day of the week but even when it comes to oral he’ll have you doing all the work while whining and pouting bucking your hips on his face making your clit press against his lips, practically begging him to suck at it harder. “Ain’t you just a fuckin greedy boy, you’ll take what I give ya, brat” he’d huff and press sloppy half assed kisses against your slit making your petals all puffy and sensitive from the touch. Toji will grip your thighs and move his hand up to your cheeks giving them a harsh pinch and spank combo while he eats you out like a starved man.

When Toji starts prepping you if he even does it always leads to edging you for a while, his fingers scissoring your inner walls and opening them up while his thumb presses and holds your clit down with slow rubs making you try to close your thighs but he just uses his other hand and holds your thighs open before pulling his hand away from you when he feels your cunt clamp up around his fingers making him lick over his scar and pull his fingers back making you a whining mess. “You aren’t coming that soon pretty boy so don’t bother poutin and puffin those little cheeks”

Toji will have mornings when he wakes up all hard and needy just rolling on his side and rubbing his bulge between your thighs, he’d slip his sweatpants down and pull your shorts to the side just fucking your pretty cunt while you sleep, his cock just abusing your womb over and over never pulling out even when he orgasm he always makes sure to finish inside you. His hand reaches forwards and gropes your tits through your shirt while rolling his hips and kissing at your shoulder making you reach your peak, all of the stimulating having you moaning and squirting on yourself with your eyes fluttering open and closed making Toji whisper in your ear “jus go back to sleep baby boy”

[simplyaboy]

tw : yandere hiccup, smut

hiccup haddock is a pervert.

you would know. you're the one who has to experience it firsthand, after all. of course—you love hiccup dearly, the man is simply a lovesick fool at your hands. seemingly always has been. though . . . you'd argue he loves you a little too much. his fixation on you should be disturbing. it really should; but it isn't, and at some point, you grew to enjoy it. an absolute sweetheart in public, yet he's the same one stealing your panties. the same one who eats you out with hearts in his eyes, who whimpers when you pull at his hair just right, who overstimulates himself just to please you. and because his pull out game is shit. and gods, you wouldn't trade the poor man for anything. probably because he'd burn down and ruin countless lands trying to get to you, but that's beside the point.

[he-is-in-my-pants]

LIQUID COURAGE

pairing: Charlie walker x ftm!reader

word count: 3178

warnings: kissing/making out, underage drinking, reader wears a binder, loooots of talking and thinking about feelings, no mentions of the murders (do with that what you will), Charlie is confused about his sexuality, kinda mentions Kirby x Charlie in the past?, trans angst based on my own experience

authors note: I didn't find anything more creative than a game of spin the bottle, forgive me. also this is my first fic ever, so support is appreciated :)

The kitchen air smelled of stale beer, flat soda and boredom. Outside, everything looked still, frozen in time, in stark contrast to the high pitched scream streaming in from Kirby’s living room, the flickering lights of the gory slasher movie Robbie had insisted the group rewatched, as he did at least three times a year. In an attempt to flee the overwatched dialogues and murders, you had escaped to the dark kitchen, taking as long as possible to grab a soda from the well-stocked fridge. Everybody else seemed absolutely enthralled by the flashing images, Robbie above all and, sadly, Charlie too. You had only come to this “party” (not really a party) as an excuse to spend time with the boy, but you’d barely had a chance to speak to him, he’d already been at Kirby’s side when you’d arrived, and he hadn’t left it at all. Boredom had slowly seeped in, and while trying to sneak glances at Charlie and somewhat look interested at what was going on in the movie, you’d finally sneaked off into the kitchen, after a mumbled excuse about being thirsty.

You leaned against the counter, taking a sip of soda, looking through the darkness at Charlie’s sharp features, at his eyes fixed towards the screen, mesmerized by the blood on-screen. You rubbed your eyes, sighing, wincing as the edge of your binder dug into your ribs. How could you have been so stupid as to hope for his attention when you knew that the boy was pining for Kirby, the blond angel. You couldn’t hate her, she was an absolute sweetheart, one of the first to accept your transition, the first to defend you, the first to invite you anywhere, and specifically tonight, she’d offered to let you stay the night, and offer that you’d graciously accepted, eager to get away from home. You understood Charlie: Kirby was probably one of the best people in this town, and one of your closest friends. 

But you were starting to regret your decision of even coming, you felt completely forgotten and out of place. You finally made your way back to the living room just in time to see Robbie pause the movie near the end to explain a useless detail of the plot, one that he’d already underlined in the past. His remarks were accompanied by a disgruntled chorus of disappointment and a throw pillow chucked at his face by an annoyed Jill. You chuckled softly at the odd scene unfolding in front of you and went to plop down on the far end of the couch, when Kirby spoke up in your direction:

“Cmon, sit here, next to me!”

She scooched over, leaving a gap between her and a panicked-looking Charlie. A million thoughts crossed your mind in that moment, and most of them either included running away or passing out.

“No, don’t worry, I’m fine where I am,” you managed to force out.

“Nuh-uh, as host, I demand you sit next to me,” she joked. Since she didn’t seem to want to let it go, you dragged yourself over and plopped down on the couch, hoping Charlie wouldn’t be too pissed at you sitting between him and his longtime crush. You didn’t even dare look in his direction, and anyway, Robbie was already shushing everyone as he resumed the movie. 

The end of the movie was a blur, you’d seen it so many times that you spent your time curled up on the sofa, refusing to look at Charlie for more than a second at a time, mostly letting your mind wonder as to what could be, but never would.

Charlie was straight, you knew that. You also knew that he liked Kirby. You were gay, everybody knew that. And most importantly, like a blaring neon sign above your head, to your dismay, you were trans. It wasn’t easy feeling accepted, especially in such a small town where everyone knew everyone. You’d lived in Woodsboro forever, people had known you as the little girl grappling for her femininity, dressed in the frilliest dresses, hair falling to her waist. Seeing you grow into a boy, then a young man, was odd to them. It took a while for people to accept your transition, and though you’d found lots of allies and friends, you’d also discovered how horrible certain people could be. In short, it was difficult. You were sick of the comments, the stares, the judgement. You’d rather people just kept ignoring you, it would be softer on everyone that way. 

Charlie was a person who you’d not interacted with enough to know what he thought. In hopes of saving yourself the humiliation, you stayed mostly away from the boy you liked, you pined from afar, and he never made a step in your direction, no matter how hard you hoped. Tonight was a last resort, and clearly, it wouldn’t amount to much.

You snapped out of your rêverie as the final credits began to roll, and you felt Kirby stir beside you. Robbie seemed ready to immediately play another movie, but Kirby stopped him easily with a single glare. She stood up, turned on some soft lights, and spoke loud, overtop the other conversations.

“Let's play some games. This doesn't feel like a party.” She stared pointedly at Robbie, who was too busy rifling through her movie collection to notice. The blond grabbed an empty bottle from a nearby table and waved it around. Jill turned to face her.

“Spin the bottle? What are we, thirteen?”

“Oh come on, it’ll be fun.”

Everyone seemed to agree with Kirby, except you, but you didn’t dare speak up. Instead, you slipped away to seek refuge in the kitchen again. As you walked past the girl, she seemed to want to say something, but a pleading look from you convinced her to stay quiet. She followed away from the others, into the kitchen.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine… party games aren’t really my thing, sorry,” you mumble back.

“Are you sure? It’ll be fun, I promise. Plus, it’s just us, you know everyone here.”

You glanced beyond her, at Charlie, who was sitting on the floor, talking with Robbie.

“It’s more for your sake… I don’t think many people are eager to kiss me.”

“So what? No one here wants to makeout with Robbie and he’s still playing.”

“Yeah but he has an obnoxious ego.”

She giggled.

“True, but still. I think you should play.”

“I don’t think I have the guts for that, Kirby.”

“I have a remedy for that.”

She walked to the fridge and came back brandishing a bottle of beer, looking exceedingly proud of herself.

“Your solution is beer?”

“Liquid courage.”

You smiled against your will. Her good mood was infectious, bleeding out onto your skin and into your heart.

“You’re trying to get me drunk.”

“Maybe.” She smiled childishly. “Alright, yeah, I am. But can you blame me? You’re a very fun drunk.”

“Kirby, I-”

“Oh shush, you’re sleeping over, right?”

“I guess.”

“Then drink.” She practically shoved the bottle in your hands. “Cmon, you’ll have fun.”

Reluctantly, you took a sip of beer and followed Kirby back into the living room, where everyone was sitting in a circle.

“Jesus, this looks like a cult,” you mumbled. In the corner of your eye, you caught Charlie smiling at your comment, and you felt your heart swell. You plopped down on the floor, between Kirby and Olivia, directly across from the boy, and took another sip of beer. It wasn’t hard liquor, but you were drinking on an empty stomach, and you were tired, so you could already feel a fuzzy warmth spreading through your body. 

Still, you crossed your fingers that the bottle didn’t land on you, you’d rather not be involved than see the look of disgust on Charlie’s someone’s face. The game took off, but you were too deep in thought, slowly growing tipsier, to notice much of what was happening. Suddenly, you heard someone call your name. Panicked, you looked up, thinking the bottle was pointing at you, but it was the second worse thing that could happen: it was your turn. There was a tense silence in the room and as you looked around at the hesitant faces, you mumbled:

“I should just skip my turn.”

A few faces relaxed, but Kirby frowned. She handed you the bottle.

“Cmon Y/N, it’s fine, just spin.”

You took the bottle from her hands and placed it in front of you. You glanced at Charlie, who seemed to be interested in everything but you, and with a deep breath, you spun the bottle. It seemed to go on forever, and you were growing dizzy from how hard you were staring at it, as if willing it to explode. It started to slow down, and you wished you could disappear. It stopped spinning, pointing straight ahead of you. You couldn’t even get yourself to look up, you didn’t want to see his face. But you had to. 

You glanced at Charlie, and he looked absolutely bewildered. You saw him looking at Kirby, looking panicked, and you catch her shrugging. You opened your mouth to talk, but the alcohol made you slow, and someone beat you to it.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

It’s Trevor. Grade A asshole, you thought to yourself. But he was right. You nodded and mumbled an agreement. Charlie stayed quiet for a moment, then finally spoke up, directly at you.

“No, it’s fine. It’s just a game.”

And the world seemed to crash down around you.

“What?” Your tone betrayed your shock. He shrugged.

“I said I’d do it. Wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t. Everyone else played, it’s only fair.”

You nodded slowly; and Kirby gently pushed you to get up. You had a feeling she knew about your crush on the long-haired boy, even though you never mentioned it, and you silently thanked her for encouraging you to play. You slowly walked towards Charlie, staring at your feet, willing for time to stop and to go faster at the same time. You stopped in front of him, and you could feel everyone staring at you. You took a deep breath, and through the slight beer-induced haze, you leaned towards him. You were terrified. You were scared he’d regret, pull back, but no. He met you halfway, and you swore you heard someone gasp. His lips were dry, they tasted of soda and chapstick, they moved hesitantly, slowly. You felt his hand brush your waist softly, right before you pulled back, and you were sure you felt him chase your lips before straightening up and looking away. You bowed your head to hide your profuse blush and headed back to your spot next to Kirby, who was smiling excessively.

The game went on in a blur, neither you nor Charlie being called on again. Eventually, people started to break off and the game died down. You excused yourself and rushed upstairs. It was much quieter there, and you stepped into the guest bedroom you used when you spent the night at Kirby’s. Slumping on the bed, you took a minute to collect yourself.

Holy fuck.

Holy. Fuck. You could still taste Charlie on your lips, you could still feel him somehow. The kiss had lasted a fraction of a second, or a million years, you couldn’t tell. You looked at your reflection in the mirror in front of you, it felt like you were looking at another person. No physical differences, but something changed. It scared you how much one kiss with Charlie, in such an unserious context, had impacted you. The moment was replaying over and over again in your head. You couldn’t face him after that, you really couldn’t. You considered staying in here for a while, but you knew Kirby or another one of the girls would come get you eventually. So, after making sure that you looked presentable, you headed for the bedroom door, but as it swung open, you jumped when you saw someone standing there. Your heart rate tripled when you realised that it was Charlie. He seemed just as startled as you.

“Oh, hey… everything okay?” you managed to ask.

“Yeah, Kirby sent me to get you. She said she needed help with something.” You noticed he looked shy, a faint blush coloring his pale skin.

“I’ll be right there.”

He nodded and started to walk away, but stopped when he heard your voice.

“I’m sorry about earlier”

“What for?” He looked at you quizzically. 

“The um… the game? The kiss,” you blurted out.

“You don’t need to apologize for that-”

“I know, it was just a game, but still, I’m sorry you were in that position-”

“Y/N.”

“What?”

“I wanted it to happen. I liked it.”

The words vanished from your mouth, and you stared at Charlie, bewildered. You could feel your face go red.

“I’m sorry, what?” you finally managed to ask.

“I said I liked it.”

“And before that?”

“I was… was hoping for it.”

Nothing seemed to make sense. You ran a hand through your hair.

“You don’t need to say anything,” he said, “Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

He started to walk away, and you wanted to say something, you really did, but you couldn’t get any words out, nothing coherent. You saw him disappear down the stairs, and cursed yourself for being so slow.

What had even happened? It must’ve been a hallucination, right? A sick image conjured up by your hazy, lovesick mind, to taunt you. There was absolutely no way Charlie had just said that he’d liked, that he’d wanted it. You rushed down the stairs, back down to everyone, scanning the faces. You found Kirby before finding the boy: she was all smiles and excitement. She rushed to see you, and you took a few steps in her direction.

“He’s outside, if you’re looking for him.”

Both of you knew who she was talking about.

“You knew?!”

“Of course I knew.” You stared at her, shocked.

“What? How?”

“I’m the only one who knows Y/N, don’t worry… I think even Charlie himself was confused.”

Things made even less sense now. 

“I think you should go talk to him.”

“Fuck no… I can’t face him.”

“Sure you can. You have to.”

She seemed set on pushing you towards him, but you were too frazzled to do anything, let alone in Charlie’s general direction.

“Oh cmon, he’s just as nervous as you are yknow? It would be cute if I wasn’t getting frustrated at the fact that neither one of you wants to make a move. You have to do something.”

“I’ll fuck it up”

“You won’t.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“You’re overestimating my skills Kirby.” She grabbed your forearm, gently pulling you towards the back door. You kept trying to free yourself, to convince her to let you go, but it was no use. The door was right in front of you.

“Kirby-”

“Y/N. He likes you. I know, he’s talked my ear off about it. You like him, obviously. What could go wrong?”

“So much could go wrong.”

“Nothing will, I’m sure.”

And with that she opened the door for you. With a last pleading look, you stepped outside. The porch seemed empty, but Charlie appeared from around a corner. He looked like an angel in the moonlight, pale skin, piercing eyes, hair almost glowing silver.

“Hey,” he mumbled.

“Hi”

Neither of you seemed to know what to say. A laugh tumbled from his lips, and you relaxed a little.

“Fuck um…” You looked away, the back at him. “I had no idea.”

“I wasn’t sure either. I just… felt something, I guess, but I didn’t really know what it was. I didn’t know I liked… boys.”

He’d called you a boy. It was stupid, but it meant everything. You could feel butterflies fluttering in your chest, between your ribs.

“What about Kirby?” you asked, still wondering about his alleged crush on your friend. He frowned.

“What about her?”

“Everyone seems to think that you like her.”

He stayed quiet for a moment, looking at you.

“I did. In the past.”

“Oh.”

“But we wouldn’t work. We’ve both established that.”

He looked away and started pacing, walking along the lines of the wooden porch.

“But we stayed friends. She’s the only person I told about… you”

“Oh wow.”

“I know.” He looked at you again. “She helped me figure things out.”

“I guess I have her to thank, huh.”

“I guess so.”

The air smelled sweet outside, vividly fresh in your throat and lungs, slowly bringing you out of the lethargic state you were in. You’d lost your beer at some point, but you’d drunk enough to be enjoyably tipsy and giddy, especially out here, alone with Charlie. You found yourself unable to hold his gaze without feeling your cheeks flush, so you let your gaze wander along the treeline, or towards the illuminated windows.

“Sorry,” you felt yourself mumble, “I’m not good at this shit, I’m making it awkward.”

The boy frowned, leaning against the banister.

“You’re not, don’t worry.”

“And sorry if the kiss was bad,” you added.

“It wasn’t.”

“And sorry for apologizing so much.”

He laughed softly at that.

“You’re forgiven.” Then, “So… that kiss.”

“Yeah?”

“I think I could do it better if you give me another chance.”

“I’d give you as many chances as you need”

And with that, his hands were firmly on your waist and his lips pressed against yours. He still tasted of chapstick, but something stronger tainted his lips, something inebriating and velvety, some of Kirby’s liquid courage probably. The kiss was messy and uncertain, but desperate. Both of you had waited and imagined and wished for too long to not enjoy this moment. You finally pulled back, breathing heavily, fire of the alcohol smeared on your lips, his grip tight on your abdomen, your arms resting on his shoulders.

“Better?” he asked.

“Much… but there’s room for improvement. Try again,” you answered, smiling slightly. He didn’t hesitate, pressing you against the banister, joining your lips again. Your lips dropped open, and you could feel him in your mouth, you could taste him, warm and heady. A soft sound escaped you, loud in the quiet of the garden, and you felt him smile. His hips were pressed against yours, and you grabbed his face to have something to hold on to, and in that moment, you could feel everything with such glaring reality that it all made sense, for once.

When, a while later, you both walked back inside with messy hair and swollen lips, pupils blown wide and giddy smiles on your flushed faces, not a single person could question what had happened outside. It all felt like a dream, but for once, it was real, his hand was in yours, hidden underneath the table, and nothing felt so bad anymore.

[servicpop]

nude beach adrien ( deliquent oc ) x ftm reader

ⓘ⠀reader has top surgery , use of cunt & pussy , fingering , public ( on beach )

Tans, seashells, crisp soda and icecream, perfect for a hot sunny day.

It was an idea pitched by one of your friends to hold a class beach day, and as the student president, you agreed and began to plan. The message you sent into the class group chat was bombarded with positive replies the moment you mentioned the word 'beach.' It seemed like alot of your classmates either wanted to escape studying or needed a break to cool off.

A familiar icon popped up underneath your message, Adrien's, but he didn't reply so you just guessed he would skip this event out too.

Stuffed in a car with all your friends, you allocated each friend to bring different things like drinks, food, beach balls and towels. You were in charge of packing the beach umbrellas and foldable chairs.

It was about a 3 hour trip to a beach nearby; one that wouldn't be bombarded with little children and an abundance of people.

When you got there with your friends — a little earlier than the set time — you took the initiative to start helping out with things and putting down your chairs and umbrellas. As you're hauling out the items from the trunk, you could faintly hear the raspy sound of someone calling out.

“Adrien, give me a hand here!” Your head instinctively turns to meet eyes with that stupid deliquent who seems to always show up wherever you are.

He was unusually early, perhaps earlier than you.

Adrien shoots you a toothy smirk before turning back to his buddy, helping the guy lift a cooler filled with sodas and probably beer as well. You shrug him off with a small scoff, rolling your eyes before going back to set up your things

You've successfully put up an umbrella and a deck chair away from the water, letting your body relax on the chair.

You weren't even planning on swimming today but you brought a shirt and some swim shorts just in case you wanted to just dip your feet into the icy water and feel the waves crash against your knees.

Staring out to the shore you watch as your friends run into the water, splashing and kicking sand up st eachother. You would join but, swimming wasn't something you particularly liked, especially the feeling of your wet swimsuit sticking to your skin.

“What are you doing all alone, prez?” His voice comes out smooth and almost tantalizing as a hand slides over your shoulder. You flinch harshly, whipping your head around to see Adrien in his full glory, shirt off, slightly damp hair and crystal clear water droplets gliding down the curves of his muscles.

Before you could say anything, Adrien pulls up another chair and slides it right beside you. The wooden bits of the deck chair clink together and he lowers himself on it with a small sigh of relief.

“The boys are playing like gladiators out there, felt like I was gonna die,” He laughs and you see his chest stutter as he does. He lets his head rest on his hand, elbow jutted out as he turns to face you.

“But really, why aren't you swimming? I'd love to see you shirtless and wet.” You roll your eyes and scoff, shaking your head as you stretch out your legs.

“I just don't feel like it,” You hum nonchalantly which earns a breathless laugh from Adrien. He places a hand on your stomach, inching closer to you. His fingers lightly drum on your stomach, earning that slight hollow sound.

He flicks your shirt up and burrows his hand underneath it, making a slow ascend to your chest, tracing over the raised lines underneath it.

“They're healed enough,” he points out, “Just let me see them.”

Your eyes quickly dart around, making sure that no one is watching. The beach stretches out quite far so the majority of the people were situated towards the middle with you and Adrien being in a more empty area.

You don't fight it, you just look away as he pulls up the shirt to your chin. The cool ocean breeze hits your bare chest, pulling out a view shivers from you. Adrien has seen your scars, multiple times but its always a surprise to see how his eyes soften and how he caresses them so delicately.

“Y'know people won't care if you just swim shirtless, you're a dude it doesn't matter,” He's leaning his head over to kiss your scars in which you push his face away. He laughs and moves his hands back down to rest on your lower stomach.

“You should get out of here before anyone sees you talking with me,” You manage to breathe out, moving your hand to his, attempting to pry them off your exposed skin. Being in such an open area with all your classmates undoubtedly gets you anxious, especially considering how long you've kept your relationship with Adrien a secret.

“Why? People can't handle me spending time with my boyfriend?” It just rolls off his tongue the way he claims you're his — even when you're not.

You're about to retaliate, about to shout whatever insult that comes to mind but you feel his hand move down to cup your crotch. Your body jerks at the touch and you shoot him a glare but he returns it with a sly smile.

“You're not my boyfriend,” you manage to force the words out your throat.

“Yeah but can any guy make you feel like this?” His fingers dig into the fabric of your shorts, pushing pressure onto your cunt. You can't help the curses that flow from your lips and the fact that you're arching your back into his hands.

“They don't know how to treat you right, only I can,” You can hear the jealousy drip off his tone like honey on a stick: thick and sickly sweet.

His fingers are brought back up and now he's pulling at your waistband, dipping his fingers underneath your shorts. His hand just glides over the smooth expanse of your pelvis, dipping down to your sweet, slick sex. Adrien starts by parting your folds with his index and his ring finger, skimming his middle over your fluttering hole.

You're so wet he can hear every movement his finger makes on you.

His thumb finds your clit, pushing the tip of it against that bundle of nerves. He's massaging circles on it, punching out a loud whine from your throat.

“Shit cutie, you're sensitive there?” He laughs, moving his hand lower so he could press his palm against it. Your little mewls and the way you grip onto the side of the chair so tightly makes Adrien want to rip your clothes off and fuck the daylights out of you, but he can't, he'll get caught almost instantly.

His fingers finally meet your hole, pushing in one finger slowly. You gasp, hips rolling up to grind your clit against his palm as he stuffs his finger into you. Adrien laughs again like he's having fun drawing all these reactions out of you.

Your warm, gummy walls hug his finger so snugly he has to slip in another one just to loosen you up a bit. He groans, driving his middle and ring finger into you. Everytime he pulls them back and slams them in your legs tremble and that obscene wet noise rings through his head like the aftermath of a drug.

“You like that prez? Such a good boy f'me aren't you?” Adrien bites his own, chapped lips, repeatedly ramming his fingers into you, watching as you laid your head back and let the moans spill out from your parted lips. The moment he starts curling his fingers up your body tenses and you absent-mindedly grab onto his forearm.

You're seeing stars with the way he's hitting your G-spot every single time he drives his fingers deeper into you.

“Fuck— ah– Adrien,” You cry out, moving your hand down to push down on his, encouraging him to put more pressure on your pussy. He gladly obliges, moving his fingers faster and pushing his palm against your clit with more force than before.

The familiar feeling of a knot wells up in the pit of your stomach and you know you're about to cum.

“C'mon, that's it.” Adrien can tell you're close from the quivering of your knees and the way sweat trickles down your forehead. He kisses the salt away before groaning as he feels his fingers get soaked from your orgasm.

He pumps his fingers slowly, letting you ride out your high before stopping completely.

“Shit, let me eat you out next tim—”

“Stop talking.”

doctors note ; hope i did alright for my first time writing for ftm reader T T

[ph4g-dragon]

He's grabbing my waist and his claws are so big he can encircle it with ease. Snarling at me to keep your fucking legs open as he grabs my hips and yanks me closer, burying his snout between my thighs and plunging that long, thick tongue deep inside me.

Any time I try to squirm away he growls, but it feels too good as he sloppily eats me out like he's starving. I get too wriggly and he pulls his tongue away with a snarl and bites the inside of my thigh, sharp fangs sinking into plush flesh and making me squeal.

He'll latch onto my t-dick and swirl that cruel tongue around it, having me see stars as I wrap my legs around his larger head. He'll make me cum too many times for comfort before he even teases me with his fat, drooling cock - he needs me nice and wet before we can even hope to slip merely the head inside.

[notsodelirious]

Little Red Riding Hood

synopsis: your boyfriend’s a werewolf and sometimes he needs a little help with his ruts

notes: NFSW MDNI, also super unrealistic sex, reader is fucking a werewolf so like, they’re allowed to be a little elastic

tags: vaginal sex, monster sex, knotting, dubcon, referenced breeding kink, ftm reader, werewolf!Jason, 1k words, no use of y/n

no, I’ve got nothing to say for myself, I just like monsterfucking, enjoy

•─────⋅☾⊱♰⊰☽⋅─────•

He was a werewolf.

You knew this intellectually.

He had told you point blank.

He had shown you.

He was a werewolf.

Fully, through and through, without a doubt. A werewolf.

And yet mating seasons never occurred to you.

He explained it vaguely one evening when he said he’d be spending a little time away (ei. lost somewhere deep in the Rockies where nobody could find him).

You asked if you could come.

He scrunched his face and explained what would happen if you did. In vivid detail. How attached he’d get to you (even more than currently) how desperate he would get, doing anything and everything in his power to knot you, stuff you full of his cum, as much as your body could bear.

You just blinked up at him and smiled.

He worried that he’d hurt you during his rut—he’s heard of partners getting hurt during their werewolf’s heat; but you had pointed out most cases were cishet couples, from 100 years ago.

You’d been on T for a couple of mouth now, did strength training with him; he knew how strong you were.

It took a little more needling, a little more reassurance before he finally gave in.

A month later you found yourself in the Rockies.

You sat by the crackling bonfire, a beer in hand, simply enjoying the silence and the stars—Jason had left a little before the moon had risen to acclimatise himself alone.

Not that he lost all inhibitions when he shifted—the disorientation just made him a little violent—and you were perfectly okay not being around for that.

He promised he’d find you, no matter where you waited. And you believed him.

You kept an ear out on the forest, watching the shadows dance and flicker, embers and fireflies flitting across your eyes.

You shuffled closer to the fire—dressed in only a pair of old sweatpants and a dye stained hoodie, you were dressed for the hunt, not the temperature.

Jason didn’t want you freezing. You didn’t want him tearing off perfectly good clothes from your body—you weren’t worried about the aftermath. This was the compromise and you made do.

You used a stick to arrange the kindling when you heard a branch snap. Followed by a deep growl.

“Jason?”

You didn’t have time to turn.

You cushioned your face before your head could smack against the ground, grunting softly as you inhaled dirt and ashes.

You didn’t try fighting—it was far too late for that. You just squirmed in his grasp, massive hands holding you down as claws caught on the fabric of your clothes and tore them apart—swiftly, no hesitation.

You gasped and grumbled about the cold air, nipples pebbling as they scraped against the ground, uncomfortable but not yet painful.

“Jay?”

The beast—Jason—huffed, growled softly, nosing the back of your head as you felt the warm, heavy weight of his dick land against your back, making your heart stutter in anticipation.

He rutted against you, passively, almost disinterested in the act itself, more fascinated by your smell and touch, but leaked thick pre-cum down your back.

You almost whined when he pulled away, basking in the cherishment and body heat, almost having forgotten the threat of violence—only for your eyes to widen when you feel the tip of his cock press against your unprepared pussy.

“Jason-! Jason, wait!”

Your pleas went unheard—the tip of his cock pressed against your opening before splitting you open, tearing a scream from your throat. His fat cock forced its way between your walls, stretching you far beyond what you had ever experienced before—he pressed in deep into your body, his tip insistent against your womb, your stomach bulging slightly from how many inches he was stuffing into you.

You moaned brokenly as you were pulled all the way down to his pubic bone, handled like nothing more than a doll, limp and wheezing in his hands.

His warmth breath blew against your back as he huffed softly before he started to move—slowly at first, getting used to your tight warmth, clenching around him like a vice grip, he gradually sped up until he was fucking viciously into your body.

“Ah- ngh… Jas’n,” you mumbled as he thrusted into you with reckless abandon, bullying into your cervix, your stomach clenching as he threatened to push past it. “Ja-ay-“

Your face was pressed into the ground, his determined huffing against the shell of your ear, snapping his hips against yours, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the trees around you, your cries and pleas turning into nothing more than wet sobs and whines.

Your mind slipped into oblivion, the burning and pleasure in your pussy searing through your mind and you could do nothing more than sit there and take it as he bruised your insides, claws leaving indents into your soft skin.

You felt him get closer, felt him grow more desperate, whining and panting; his knot grew, catching on your rim once, twice before he was slamming in to the hilt, popping his knot into your abused pussy.

He growled, jackrabbiting against your ass, balls drawn and cock twitching inside you before he flooded your insides, marking you with his cum as he buried himself deep inside you, pumping loads into your welcoming cunt.

Your entire body fell for a moment, muscles relaxing as it forced itself to accept all of Jason, everything he had to give, his love and cum alike.

You were laid on your side, carefully, as if to not shatter your already ruined body, bruised and bleeding, and cut and trembling…

You hummed softly at the cold nose pressed into your neck.

You pushed it away weakly, blinking as the fog dissipated a little. You shifted, only to wince when your cunt tugged his knot—nearly making you gag at the sudden nausea.

He nudged you again, licking your cheek, appeasement as you breathed through the discomfort for a moment, focusing instead on the firm swell in your lower belly.

You chuckled breathlessly as you looked down at him, adoring and love stricken as he rested his big head against your chest.

You ran your hand through his fur, smiling as he chuffed.

“Does this mean we’re having cubs?” you asked softly, laughing again when his tongue darted out to lick your jaw.

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I’m thinking of either doing a part 2 or the other boys (Dick probably as a merman and Bruce as a dragon, idk) but all of that will have to wait until after my summatives — anyway, requests are still closed due to aforementioned essays and the slow process of writing the ones in my inbox, but here’s my masterlist for more works <3

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Pairing(s): Munch! Simon Riley x ftm reader. Pussy and clit is used in this!

Munch! Simon who needs your pussy at all times. Ever since he'd retired from service, his pent-up desires know no bounds. He craved and needed it, no matter where it happened- even during the night or in a secluded place in public.

Munch! Simon sees you minding your business on the couch, wearing nothing but boxers. Like the flash, he's instantly on his knees and your boxers are lowered to your knees. Your legs were on his shoulder as he buried his head between your thighs.

Munch! Simon has a PhD in pussy eating. Simon lifted his mask to expose his mouth before latching it onto your fuzzy entrance. Your hand held onto the man's mask as he ate you out. His tongue lapped at your folds and flicked your throbbing clit. The thousands of nerves inside the nub lit your body on fire.

Munch! Simon can only groan, sending the vibrations through your body. His eyes roll to the back of his skull as he is drunk on your juices. Simon would also thrust his fingers into your tight heat while toying with your clit. Suckin' on your folds while softly biting your clit. He would leave your body shaking violently as it was too much but it felt so good.

Munch! Simon always makes you cum more than once. It's only right! When he feels your insides spasming around him before he feels the wet sensation on his tongue or fingers; he's already gonna make you have a second one. He's not gonna stop until you squirt for him. Even then, he's gonna continue.

Now, Munch! Simon does eat you out whenever you're having body dysphoria. He pins you down and tells you that you're the hottest and most handsome man he's ever seen! He would praise your body saying that you've gained tons of muscle and that everything is coming along nicely!

Another thing is that Simon loves being sat on. He loves being suffocated by your pussy and juices. Plus size? That doesn't matter, in fact, Simon loves that! He wants to feel your total weight on his face he drowns in your juices. It's his preferred position when he wants to squirt for him.

He swallows every drop like he's a dehydrated man. Simon savors the taste. Now, he's gonna that two more times.

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[porcalinecunt]

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆!

🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩 dating two vigilante’s is already a mouthful, so much so, you’re not too shocked when you and jason give dick a little treat during his patrol ~♡

⋆˚࿔ FEATURING . . 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ JASON TODD & DICK GRAYSON X MALE! READER

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . cw — ftm!reader, open relationship [dick grayson], cuckholding, phone sex, facetime, masterbation, some degradation, cumshot, jason is a hoe and dick is a shameless cuck.

[・:。author’s note ! 「 ✉️ 」・𓂃 ࣪˖ went off the rails with this one ngl, was kicking my feet the whole time too (*ﾉωﾉ) if willing, i’ll make a pt 2 for yall <3

still nothing yet.

dick grayson sat on the edge of the Wayne Industries building, gazing upon Gothem from an eagle’s eye. seemed like the criminals he usually decends upon decided to take it easy tonight, barely making a peep besides the typical bar fights and runaway children rebelling against their parents.

but it didn’t bother him much, after all, his patrol was nearly over with bruce and cass already out ‘n about the streets. dick will finally go home, to you and his stubborn brother jason fuckin’ todd.

none of you had any clue how the things went so off the rails, starting when you suggested to your boyfriend that you wanted to try and open the relationship. dick, while hesitant at first, decided to give it a go. surprisingly, it went pretty smooth. dick went off seeing other people just like you were, yet always coming home to each other just like before.

until, someone decided to take his golden opportunity.

it wasn’t a secret that jason had the hots for you, always taking the chances to talk to you while dick couldn’t grab his attention for shit as the vigilante was too lost in his conversation with you. “dick’s a lucky one alright..” he’d say so shamelessly.

so lucky, jason hops on your ass the moment he got a hint of your open relationship. you didn’t even stop the man and niether did dick, as things quickly escalated between you and the red hood. tonight being no exception.

rinnggg! rinnggg! dick’s phone jingles to you calling to facetime him, he picks up expecting to see your pretty face greeting him. and he did!

“hey prin!—“ “oh..oh fuck!”

there you were, on your back with cum already splattered all over your stomach, you’re whole body rocking up whatever soft surface you laid on from the unseen stranger’s cock pistoning in and out of your soaked cunt.

“sorry big bro, couldn’t wait another—shit!—second for ya..”

jason’s voice rasped into the speaker, drowning out your moans. dick stared, jaw agape and pants tighter then he remembered. despite listening to your hookups, he never actually watched you get your back blown out by another man. a high pitched whine snapped him back into reality, now you’re staring right at the camara with teary eyes and swollen, wet lips.

“nghh..dick..p-pwease come home! need you to..”

another harsh snap of jason’s hips knocked a moan out of you, as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and forced your face back towards the camara. towards dick. “need him to what? c’mon [name], sing it for dickie!”

he mocked as dick already shuffled his way into the staircase, frantically fishing his leaking cock out as you clenched around jay’s girth.

“fuckkk..jason you son of a—“ dick hissed, fucking his fist to the sight of your squirming in orgasm. your knees threatening to snap together, your face flushed in embarrassment yet arousal and those syrupy, pathetic eyes staring back at his. a sight straight out of some fucked up porn for a guy with a cucking fetish.

“woah there! look at that dick..i think you’re little boyfriend’s into this, right? you brazen little minx?!”

jason’s breathy laugh of amusement harmonized with your hiccups and sobs as you creamed all over the red hood’s cock, his girth wet and coated in white as he slowed his thrusts down. dick, turned on yet aggravated that another man made you cum, threw his head back against the wall as he reached his own orgasm.

“[name], baby..look at me, please, look at me while i cum..! shit!”

dick let out a broken groan as ropes of white landed on his phone screen and onto the floor, yet he still was hard as a fucking rock. what didn’t help was that when he looked back at the facetime, you were already on all fours, ass up with your leaking pussy ready to be fucked once again.

“you might wanna hurry up, or i’ll fuck him raw again.”

jason chuckled as dick sprinted through the dark sky, already around the corner to get some well deserved payback. see who’s laughing still once you’re stuffed full of your man’s cock with the paramour watching.

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