#FtM!reader

[deadqueerboys]

Sweet Touching

Tubbo x Ftm! Reader

(Using M/n to refer to reader)

I'm back!!

Plot; Tubbo catching M/n touching himself.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

M/n was touching himself. It was painful and shameful. He couldn't help. He was watching one of those edits of his boyfriend in a loop. His eyes were slowly closing as he fingers himself, two fingers and his another hand working on his clit. It was big doing he been on T. He couldn't hear anything because he had headphones on, listening to "Give It To Me" on speed up. The song of the edit was echoing into his head, the sweet view of Tubbo's strong arms and his dyed hair.. it was everything he needed. He tried to hold his moans, but he was alone at home. Nobody would hear it. The TV was on, even tho he couldn't hear whatever the journalist was saying. He didn't even look at the TV. To be completely honest, he was tired of waiting until his boyfriend got in the mood. He wanted something now. Something rough and with all of the masochism he wished. He slaps his own clit, his hand is already weak.

The urge to cum was like a punch in the face. He holds his pillow, whimpering like a slut while he acts like if Tubbo was between his legs. He smiles and bites his lower lip, rolling his eyes as he pushes another finger inside. Suddenly, the door opened. M/n didn't even notice until he hears a "What the fuck?". He blushes, his face changing colors while he tries to cover the phone so Tubbo doesn't see the edit. He didn't have his clothes on, so it does look so pathetic. He smiles and signs for him to come closer, lust on his eyes and on his voice.

"Mhm.. babe? Come here and help me, will you?" M/n manages to say between his fast breathing. He throws his phone away, making it fall on the other side of the bed. Quickly, Tubbo lays down on the bed, getting above his fragile chest. He cups M/n's breasts with his hands, suckinh his nipple. He moans, grinding his body against Tubbo's. His wet pussy is twitching as he feels his sweet tongue on his skin. A wet sound is heard when he puts his own fingers on M/n's hole, moving it in and out slowly. It is enough to drive him crazy. It was probably the period coming, the ovulation happening before he bleeds. He just hoped he didn't leaked blood on his man's fingers, even knowing Tubbo wouldn't give a damn.

"You're so needy. It's cute, what were you watching?" Toby teases. He could guess it was porn, or maybe just a picture of him. He knows his boyfriend too well to understand when he gets horny from random things. His free hand grabs his hip, the right side of his body while he works his fingers on his pussy. His tongue is soft, when he stops sucking his nipple, M/n complains with another whimper. "Shh, it will be fine. I will just add one more, and.." He moves his wet finger inside his cunt, now, with the three, he uses his thumb to harass his big clit. Who would guess the sweet Tubbo could act like a fuckinh porn star. His own body is betraying him, his bulge obvious in the middle of his thighs. His pants were feeling uncomfortable. "Done. How does it feel?" He giggles like a stupid sadistic.

[porcalinecunt]

𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐔𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇!

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

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

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

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

₊˚ෆ 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

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

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

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

₊˚ෆ 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍

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

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

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

₊˚ෆ 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

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

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

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

₊˚ෆ 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐍

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

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

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

[yanderestarangel]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

★ ! yanderestarangel©

[biting-miguel-ohara]

Heat - Logan Howlett x ftm!Reader x Wade Wilson

A/N: Made myself blush while writing this 🤭 It’s the second longest story I’ve posted on this blog and most of it’s just filth, so I hope you all enjoy. Please let me know if I missed a warning! I know it’s a big chunk of them, but there’s a lot in this fic!

As always, don’t read if the warnings make you uncomfortable!!!

Written for this request

CW: Reader is a dog mutant; explicit sexual content; smut; humping pillows; Reader is in heat; Reader has canine characteristics; mentions of biting; Reader’s arousal is referred to as slick; Reader’s parts are called dick and hole; fingering; desperation; grinding; cursing; more humping; Logan, Wade, and Reader are all dating each other; Reader is called handsome, baby, baby boy, slut, pup, puppy, mutt, dog, and honeybunches; degradation; mentions of breeding; Logan and Wade are referred to as Reader’s owners; mention of pre-established rules; oral sex (Reader receiving); overstimulation; Wade and Logan kiss; kissing; talk of blowjobs; crying; crying during sex; makeshift collar and leash; mild asphyxiation?; spanking; blowjobs; this position has a name, I just don’t know it; rough sex; mild throatfucking; PiV sex, I guess; dacryphilia?; Logan pushes his cum back inside Reader; cuddling; ‘I love you’s

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They’d left on a mission. They’d left you to go on a mission.

Well, really, you’d asked them to stay but refused to give a reason out of embarrassment, so they’d left. Promising they’d be back soon, but they’d still left.

And now here you were, rutting against Wade’s pillow like the damn dog you are.

It’s not really your fault. It’s part of your mutation. With your dog ears and tail and enhanced senses comes heats and possessiveness and biting.

Which is why you’re rutting against Wade’s pillow, as Logan’s has been turned into a pile of fabric scraps and stuffing. But it’s not really your fault. It just sorta… happened.

You growl softly and rub your aching parts harder against the pillow. It’s soaking wet, the fabric sticky with your slick. Burying Wade’s scent under yours.

Part of you likes the fact you’re marking his stuff with your scent. The other part of you just misses Wade and Logan.

The thought of your boyfriends has your dick pulsing with need. With a snarl you toss the pillow aside. It’s not enough. It’s never enough.

Getting off without them just isn’t satisfying anymore. Not when you know how Wade’s fingers feel stuffed inside you. Or how Logan’s dick feels when he’s bullying it ruthlessly into your hole.

You whine and pant, fingers snaking down to stuff themselves into your hole to relieve the aching need even just a little. It only makes it worse. You know it’s not them. Still, you fuck yourself with your hand, desperate for some relief.

You hear the front door open and you’re on your feet in an instant. You can hear Wade’s voice and you follow it like a beacon.

“Phew! It reeks of sex in here!” His mask is off. He turns around and spots you. “Hey, there, handsome—“

You pounce on him. Whining and whimpering as you rub your dick against his thigh. Hugging him tightly even as you hump his leg, tail wagging frantically behind you. Wade seems too stunned to comment for a moment.

There’s a low chuckle behind you. “Needy fucking thing. Bet he’s the reason our apartment stinks.”

You groan, hole clenching just from his voice. “Logan…!”

Wade finds his voice. “Goddamn, baby boy! Were you this needy the whole time?”

“Yes!” Your voice comes out as a whimper. “I needed you and you left!”

“Aww.” The two men coo in unison, Logan’s more mocking than Wade’s.

You bury your face against Wade’s shoulder and try your best to not tear up. Your dick is painfully achy, your hole clenching desperately around nothing. You need them so bad it makes your whole body hot.

“Please,” you whine. “Please, Wade! I need you so bad! Need your big fat cock stuffed in my hole.”

Wade groans and you can feel him thick and hard against your thigh. “Baby boy—“

Hands grip your waist, pulling you off and denying you the friction you crave. You sob at the loss.

“So needy,” Logan scoffs. “You’re like a damn pup in heat. Begging for our cocks like a slut.”

Slick gushes down your thighs. Drips onto the floor. You’re not even embarrassed about it anymore, so turned on you swear you could cum from Logan’s voice alone. You can feel your tail wagging so fast it hurts a bit.

Wade squeals with delight. “Look at him! I think he likes that!”

“Of course he does.” Logan holds you firmly against him, his hand trailing down to grip your wet thigh. “Dog’s practically begging us to breed him.”

The thought makes you moan, all breathy and desperate. You frantically wiggle and squirm, trying so hard to get his fingers just that little bit higher. You’re delirious for his touch, your whines and moans flowing freely.

“Please, please, please, please!” You beg, even as Logan slaps your thigh.

“Calm the fuck down, pup. I’m not fucking you here in the kitchen.”

You blindly turn for the bedroom. Wade laughs. “Come on, Wolvie. Look at the poor guy. He’s practically cock-dumb and we haven’t even done anything to him yet. Poor baby needs some love.”

Logan mutters something under his breath, but lets you go. You take one eager step, tail wagging, and almost topple over. Both men laugh, Wade catching you before you fall.

“Look at him,” Logan sneers. “Damn pup can’t even walk without his owners.”

Hands grip your hips again, keeping you up as he half-carries you to the bedroom.

He stops when he gets to the door. “What the hell?”

Wade pops up behind him. “Oooh, you’ve been a bad puppy, haven’t you?”

You moan again. You can’t help yourself. Not with Logan’s hands against your waist and his chest to your back. You shift to grind your ass against his front. His hold on you tightens instantly.

“On the bed,” he orders, shoving you forward. “Bad dogs don’t get rewards.”

You collapse on the bed, squirming and shifting until you’re comfortable. Then you roll onto your back and bring your knees to your chest. Exposing your dripping hole and throbbing dick to them.

Their reaction is immediate. Wade groans and Logan growls. They both move forward, gazes fixed hungrily on you.

“Look at you,” Wade coos mockingly. “I’ve never seen you this wet before.”

“… you really are in heat, aren’t you?” Logan grips your thigh, pressing your leg further into your chest to expose your hole even better. You whine and clench around nothing, the feeling almost painful at this point.

Both men groan.

Wade reaches out, as if to finally give you the love you need.

Your tail gives a few excited wags. “Please!”

He drags his fingers through your slick, teasing your hole and circling your dick. You sob at the feeling, bucking up frantically at the touch.

Logan growls and pins your hips down, forcing you to take what Wade gives you. “This ain’t a reward, handsome. You take what we give and you behave. You’ve already ruined our damn pillows. You don’t get to dictate how this goes.”

Tears leak from your eyes as you nod.

Wade chuckles softly. “So mean, Wolvie. You gonna be mean enough to let me fuck him today, or—“

“Fuck off,” Logan growls, pushing Wade’s head towards you. “Shut up and eat him out. You know the damn rules, idiot.”

Wade just laughs and kneels at the edge of the bed. He pulls you to him effortlessly, smearing more slick across the sheets. You’re positively drenched by the time his mouth meets your body.

He laps at your dick, swirling his tongue around it and sucking on it. Making you cry out and squirm against Logan’s hold on you. He’s still pinning you down, and it’s agony to not be able to chase your pleasure.

Wade grins against you, lowering his head a little to lap at your hole. Slurping up your slick like it’s his meal. Tonguing at your hole in a way that makes you sob.

You’re really crying now. Logan just smirks at you. “Look at you. Crying when you’re getting what you wanted. You’re a pathetic little slut.”

All that comes out of your mouth is a broken moan. Both men chuckle. Wade starts fucking your hole with his tongue, practically rubbing his nose against your dick. Your body arches with pleasure, your orgasm slamming into you out of nowhere.

Wade doesn’t let up, not until you’re pleading and sobbing and begging from the overstimulation. Then he finally pulls back, his face covered in your slick. Logan pulls him in for a kiss.

You pant for breath on the bed, dick aching with overstimulation. But you clench around nothing at the sight of your boyfriends kissing. You groan at the feeling of emptiness, whimpering softly.

They turn to you again. “Damn dog,” Logan mutters. “Can’t even let us have a kiss in peace.”

His hand moves to his belt and your tail thumps a few times on the bed. He smirks. “So eager. Bet you’d suck me right off if I asked.”

The thought has your mouth watering. Just the mental image of his thick cock thrusting in and out of your mouth has you moaning.

Wade grins. “Oh, he likes that idea.”

“You want that, mutt?” Logan starts to undo his belt, tugging it out from his belt loops. “Bet you’d slobber all over it. Make me cum down that hot throat of yours.”

You whine as your body again clenches around nothing. It hurts, the feeling of emptiness growing.

Logan gestures for you to sit up and you obey. You wipe the salty remnants of tears from your eyes, giving him a pathetic look.

Logan grins viciously and loops the belt around your neck. Sliding it through the buckle and notching it just the barest bit too tight around your throat. He gives it a tug, chuckling at the way you groan.

“Back on the bed,” he orders. “You’re gonna suck Wade off, nice and slow while I fuck your greedy little hole. Alright?”

You nod and he tugs harder on the makeshift leash. “Alright?”

“Yes!” It’s just a bit difficult to breathe, but you obey anyway. Scrambling to get on your hands and knees as Wade clambers onto the bed, stripped naked. You settle yourself between his legs, ass up in the air.

You barely have time to prepare yourself before Logan’s hand comes down on your ass. You yelp, tears springing to your eyes at the sting. Wade tilts your head up, one hand stroking his cock.

“You ready, baby boy?” He coos. Your eyes fixate on a bead of precum pooling at the tip of his cock.

You nod and Logan smacks your ass again. “Words, mutt. Or bark if you’re too dumb for that.”

The degradation makes you whine, heat creeping up your cheeks. You swallow past the saliva in your mouth. “Yes, sir.”

Wade smirks. “Good boy.”

He guides your head to his cock, letting you take the lead from there. You suckle the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head and tasting the precum. You can only lower your head so much; thanks to the makeshift collar and leash around your throat.

But you make due with what you can, arching your back as Logan runs his hands along your thighs.

“You’re a mess,” he says, letting his thumb brush against your hole. You clench automatically, a whine spilling out your throat. Wade groans at the feeling, thrusting up into your mouth.

You gag on his cock at the same time Logan slaps his cock against your hole. Nudging the tip against your dick. A moan is forced out of you, easing Wade’s cock further into your mouth.

“Fuck, baby boy,” Wade gasps. “Gonna make me blow too soon if you keep that up.”

You pull back, letting out a whine. Logan notches the tip of his dick against your hole, putting a little bit of pressure behind it. “Don’t you fucking stop, mutt.”

You take Wade’s dick back into your mouth, moaning around his thick length. He groans and thrusts into your mouth, right as Logan pushes his cock into your hole. Burying himself all the way in one go.

You choke, tears springing to your eyes at the sudden, delicious feeling of fullness. At the drag of Logan’s cock as he thrusts in and out of your hole. At the way his tip bruises against that one spot inside you.

“Fuck, your hole’s so tight,” he grunts. Gripping your hips to start up a bruising pace. You suck Wade’s cock as best you can, moaning and whining around it.

Wade moans with you, thrusting into your mouth and inching deeper and deeper until you’ve taken as much of him as your makeshift collar will allow you too.

It’s tight around your throat, Logan’s grip on the end of it unyielding. You arch your back a bit to get more leeway. The new angle makes you cry out, the vibrations of your throat sending Wade hurdling over the edge.

He cums down your throat, thick seed spilling on the back of your tongue. You swallow it all, tears streaming down your face. He pulls you off, leaning down for a kiss, only to lick the tears from your cheeks.

“Such a pretty boy,” he coos. “Such a pretty pup.”

You’d wag your tail, if the feeling of Logan thrusting hard into you didn’t suddenly make your toes curl and your back arch hard. You cry out, tension building hard in your body.

“I’m close, I’m close, I’m close!” You pant out, gripping Wade’s thighs for support. Logan only picks up the pace with a growl, muttering filthy things under his breath.

“Come on, you dumb mutt. Cum for your owners like a good boy.”

With a howl, you cum hard enough to see stars. Your ears ring and your head feels woozy. Warmth floods your lower body and you moan at the feeling.

It takes a moment for your hearing and vision to come back. Wade’s petting your head, fondling your soft ears. Logan’s still buried inside you, head pressed to your lower back.

You groan and shift a bit. Logan lifts his head. “You alright, pup?”

“Mhmm.” You’re a little too woozy to form words.

Wade unbuckles the belt around your throat and you gasp at the sudden full intake of air. You rest your head against his thigh, letting him rub his fingertips against the red marks on your throat.

Logan pulls out, making you whine from the sudden loss. He chuckles softly, scooping up the cum that spills out of you and stuffing it back into your hole. You squirm a bit, but don’t protest.

Wade pats the bed and Logan clambers on, making the mattress dip below his weight. You roll onto his chest, nuzzling your cheek against him. He pets your head, tracing a finger along your neck.

“It wasn’t too much, was it, pup?” He asks.

You shake your head. “It was perfect.”

Wade joins the cuddling, snuggling into Logan’s side. “You know, baby boy, you can always tell us when you’re in heat.” He kissed your cheek. “We love to help.”

Your face heats up and you hide against Logan’s chest. “Okay… Next time, I’ll tell you.”

“That’s a good boy.” Logan kisses the top of your head.

You preen at the praise, tail wagging behind you. For a few moments, the three of you just lie quietly.

Then Wade speaks up. “Guess we’re buying new pillows tomorrow.”

Your face warms with embarrassment. “Err… you might wanna wait for that.”

Both men look at you. “Why’s that?”

You scratch behind one of your ears. “I’m in heat. It’s not just a one day thing… At best, it’ll be all week long. And if you two have to go anywhere…”

Wade just stares at you. “All week long…” He sits up. “Baby boy, consider our schedule freed!”

You blink at him. “What?”

He grins at you. “A whole week of nothing but sex and cuddles? Honeybunches, I wouldn’t trade that opportunity for all the jobs in the world!”

Logan chuckles underneath you. “We’re prepared to help you out all you need, is what he means.”

You stare at them both, trying to fight back the slight prickle behind your eyes. “You guys… would do that for me?”

“Hell yes!”

“Damn right.”

You give each of them a long, firm kiss on the mouth. “I love you two.”

Logan grins up at you as Wade wraps his arms around you. “We love you too, pup.”

[deadghosy]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[viktorsblanket]

MENTIONS — NSFW, FTM!Reader, jealous Toji, mentions of Cunt/Pussy!, name calling(slut,whore,etc), degradation, Bleeding(from biting nothing serious!), Teasing/Taunting, Stomach bulge, cream pie, scratching, rough fucking.

“I’d never approve of anyone touching ya’, holding ya’ or being as close to ya’ as I ‘m right now.” Toji spoke in a deep tone, he seemed a bit upset. You just came home 10 minutes ago from a party with your friends, co workers. But Toji knew this one ‘friend’ of yours liked you but you were too naive not to think anything of it, you smelt just like that other guy and it drove him crazy. He knew you would never cheat on him that you would never betray his trust, he treated you amazingly..better than any man, woman, or person could. “I should fuckin’ kill that man. I don’t wan’ you hangin’ out wit’ him again.” He told you looking you dead in the eye, he was clearly jealous and he had every right to be.. another man trying to steal Toji’s man away from him? Unacceptable.

“Toji, it’s not like that I swear..“, you tried to protest but he interrupted you speaking once more, “I know you’d never do such��a thing. I just don’t that motha’fucker near you. You fuckin’ smell like him n’ that’s drivin’ me ma—“ you cut his long rambling of jealously off with a kiss, a slow deep passionate kiss hoping to ease him a little, and it worked. Toji had slipped his hand under your shirt harshly and firmly grabbing onto your waist pulling you closer to him as his other large hand rested on the side of your face. Toji kept his eyes open as he looked at you through out the kiss..he couldn’t take his eyes off of you, he may have been angry at the moment but that doesn’t change the fact he still loves you and views you as his.

The kiss quickly ended with the both of you slightly panting, you looked up at him noticing the look he had in his eyes. Was he upset?..no..was he weirded out?..absolutely not. He looked completely aroused and looked like he was about to take you in the fuckin’ kitchen. “Hey..what’s with that look Toji?” You asked him with a bit of concern in your tone..that sense of concerned washed away when he suddenly kissed you again, pinning your back up against the counter and spreading your legs open. He stood in between them pressing his slight hard on against your clothed cunt, the energy in the room was soon to be replaced with lust and desire. He wanted to teach you a lesson. A lesson not to hang out with that co-worker with the title of your ‘friend’. He wanted you to lose to ability to walk just so you wouldn’t attend work, he didn’t want you near that man ever again.

Toji stopped the kiss once more to say, “Don’t..fuck with’m. ‘M bein’ serious. Don’t fuckin’ talk to that guy again. I’ll even help ya’ look for a different job just..don’t go near him.” He quickly smushed his lips onto yours kissing you, again. And again. He didn’t stop, he didn’t care if you were struggling to breathe he made sure there were no gaps for you both to stop the kiss, he grabbed your face with one of his calloused rough hands and made sure you couldn’t turn away..he continued to kiss you as he rubbed his erection onto your cunt.

Small little moans could be heard out of your mouth as you both kissed, you attempted to push him off but he was too strong, he finally stopped the kiss though so you could breathe..you panted and breathed heavily as strands of saliva were the only thing keeping your lips connected.

Toji gave the most shit eating grin he could give you, you punched him in the chest with a slightly angry look. You weren’t actually angry with him, you could never be angry with him. You just wanted to beat his ass for getting you into such a position..”ya’know baby, I think you need to’b taught a lesson.”

You tried speaking but was in shock from when he suddenly ripped the part of your pants that was covering your cunt, you weren’t wearing any type of undergarments what so ever and that made his cock twitch. “Oh my. So we aren’t wearin’ any panties now are we? Fuckin’ slut.”, “H—hey!! You can’t just— ah..” you whined when he pressed his thumb against your clit, he used your slick to make his thumb slide up and down on your clit with ease. “Sorry huh? Couldn’t hear ya over the sound of yer moans.” He said in a teasing voice, he chuckled.

His thumb was moving in a circular motion, “so wet f’me. You better only be thinking about me and not him. So help me—..”, “I’m not, I—I can only..think about you.” You struggled but managed to get out as he continued to rub your clit. He sighed looking back into your eyes, he softly kissed the center of your forehead and whispered an apology for getting slightly angry but he continued to tease your clit. You squirmed and wiggled around trying to break away from him but Toji leaned forward laying his body on top of yours so you have no means of escape.

You felt his fingers apply more pressure onto your clit as he rubbed faster in’a circular motion, his mouth was latched on your neck as he suck and nibbled on it leaving dark marks such as hickeys and bite marks. He slightly broke skin licking up the blood. “H—Hngh..haah..Mmph..Toojii..” you were softly moaning his name, your legs wrapped around his waist pulling you closer feeling his erection rubbing up against your cunt.

“Shhh. I know baby.” Toji shoved two of his fingers into your mouth making you gag on them, he used his other hand to pull his cock out of his pants placing them in between your wet folds. Rubbing his cock on your cunt having his tip tease your sore clit once more, you placed one of your hands onto his wrist, gripping on to it. You softly nibbled onto his fingers letting out a soft giggle, he continued to thrust his hips as his cock kept moving back and forth slowly..it drove you mad. You needed it inside you, to stretch you out, to fill you up, to fuck you.

“S-Stawp ttweasing..I-I..can’t take it. Please..i-in!..put it n’me..” you whined begging for his cock to pump deep inside you. Toji didn’t utter a word, he was quiet only thing that was heard were his quiet groans, his low husky groans. Music to your fuckin’ ears. “P—pleeeasee…” you kept trying to plead with him but he still wouldn’t budge, he kept teasing you. His cock only rubbing more and more against your wet cunt, making you whine and tear up..you wanted him so bad. So so so bad and he wouldn’t give it to you..such a fuckin’ bully.

“Mm. Sorry baby you’re gon’a have t’wait.” Toji let out a soft chuckle, his tip was poking at your hole but he didn’t slid it in, you kept wining and letting our small sobs but he didn’t care. He was teaching you a lesson..you’ll take what he gives you and you wont throw’a fit.

You felt the tip of his cock keep moving in and out, making you shudder and squirm each time it poked at your wet entrance. You wanted more so bad but you knew that wasn’t going to happen. Your juices were leaking onto his cock, he placed your legs over his shoulders as he brought his hands under your shirt squeezing your breasts. He pinched and tugged on your nipples earning a cute moan from you, his lips curled into a devious smile. The state you were in made him laugh, you were a hot fuckin’ mess just waiting to be broken and messed with.

“T—Toji! M’..fuckin’ take..it anymhore..! *sob* Plwease…i—i.. i wan’ *hic* yuu..n’me…” you cried out in between broken moans trying to speak but couldn’t. He knew what he was doing to you, he was going to break you before he fucked you, he liked it like that. You barely being able to speak, going cross eyed, only moaning his name like a dirty slut. He knew you liked it. “Toojjii..s—stawp..givin’..me the..silent..trweatment..” you sniffled looking at him with your big wet eyes, tears rolling down your flushed cheeks. The way you looked at him made his cock twitched, he sighed then finally speaking up, “sorry baby, but ya’ know ‘m not gon’a give in n’ give ya’ what ya’ want. But keep looking at me n’ i just might..do sumthin’.” And with that he squeezed your chest more fondling with your breasts, “but i guess I’d feel bad if i kept seein’ m’ baby cry. So that this like a good boy, ‘kay?” Toji kissed your forehead as he then slowly slid his cock inside your wet pussy, your eyes widened as you screamed out his name. He didn’t stretch you out so it did hurt a bit, but you also liked it..it hurt so fuckin’ bad but it felt so good. You scratched the back of his neck leaving scars that’ll appear tomorrow morning.

“T—Toji!! Tojii!!.. kngh..agh~!..” he let his cock go in all the way before thrusting his hips slowly not wanting to go rough on you right away, you instantly came on his cock, leaving a big fucking mess on it. “My’my..barely put it in just for’ya to instantly make a mess on me? Dirty slut.” He brought a hand to your clit slapping it harshly, you whimpered from the harsh sensation. His cock was slipping in and out slowly with ease, he used your pre as lube since you were already so wet for him. It was easy for him to move his cock in you, his cock was finally all the way in you. A small bulge appeared on your stomach, your shaky hands went to place your hands over it so you could feel him even more. “Damn boy. Yer massaging m’so fuckin’ well. Tight ass fuckin’ pussy.” He grumbled lowly, he began to most a little faster in you as you slowly got comfortable to his length and girth. You let out such lewd moans you guys were probably gonna a noise complaint from your next door neighbors.

“Ffuck.” He groaned out, you were incredibly tight to him, each time he tried to move his cock a little bit out he couldn’t, your tight cunt wouldn’t let him go. “Mmph..haah! Ah, ah!!.. kyaah!!” You kept on moaning not being able to even speak properly you felt like you were in heaven. Who wouldn’t though? His cock was ridiculously fuckin’ big hitting every damn spot in your pussy, any man, woman or person would lose their shit to this. You grabbed the back of his head slowly and weakly pulling him towards you pulling him in for a sloppy messy kiss. It took him by surprise a bit but he didn’t mind, he kissed you back. Just as sloppy as you, shoving his tongue in your throat, sucking on your tongue, biting your lips until they were bruised. You felt a devious smirk curl in his lips once more as he kissed you, you were laid out onto the counter as he fucked you on it, completely forgetting about everything that happened earlier, all of your attention and focus was on him. A few more seconds later you broke the kiss to breathe..you quickly gasped as you felt his cock enter your womb. Toji started fuckin’ you dumb, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your back arched as much as it could. “That’s m’ boy. Ya’ never disappoint. f..fuckin’ ya’ feel incredible.”

There was another feeling of a knot in your stomach, you needed to come so bad. You needed that release..Toji moved his cock faster hitting every spot in your tight cunt, the way you gripped him made him feel like he was also about to cum. “‘M ‘bouta cum. Shit. A little more.” He pumped himself inside you harder and faster a couple more times. “Ya’ don’t mind if I cream pie you, right? Of course you don’t. That’s what ya’ want, right?” You nodded like a dumbass, barely comprehending what he said you just nod to anything he says, you were drunk on pleasure, drunk on his cock. You moaned and begged him to go faster to not stop, he did exactly that. He was getting closer and closer to his release, his thrusts becoming more rough and faster. “Better take ‘t all baby.” He came inside you, filling you up to the brim. Toji’s warm sticky cum filled up your needy hole, some of it seeped out of your pussy but his cock stayed in as a plug to make sure it all stayed inside. You felt so full..so full of his cum. But you needed more. You wanted to feel him more. You needed to cum more, you wanted more of his cum inside you.

“T—Toji..don’..stawp…p—plwease..f—fill m’ up..im yer slut..d—daddy..” you said in between broken moans, soft little sobs escaping your pretty lips. What you said brought a big ass smile to his fuckin’ face, “ya’ sure that’s what ya’ want?” You nodded quickly and with no hesitation Toji’s cock moved once more inside that tight, cum filled, pussy of yours. He continued to hit every spot like he did previously, only more rough than the last time. He had such a harsh grip on your hips, pounding himself inside you as he moved your hips, using you like a toy. You were his after all, you were such a good boy you could take this. You wanted to be a good boy, his good boy. You wanted to please him..you felt yourself closer and closer to your release..each thrust he did drove you mad, you felt your hips bruising and getting sore from how aggressive he was. You felt yourself cum onto his cock, your cum and his cum mixing together as you both made a big mess on the counter. Your whole body went limp, you were paralyzed by pleasure. You felt so good, your jaw was hung open as your eyes were also closed. Toji held you close to him as he kept on pounding himself deep in you, his tip kissing your cervix. “I need more..yeah. All mine. Yer all fuckin’ mine. Shit.” He whispered lowly into your ear as he did a small growl, he felt like he was about to come again, with the amount of cum inside you, you felt like you could get pregnant with 3 of his kids.

Though that wouldn’t happen since your always made sure to stay on the pill, especially from the amount of times a day he fucks you. You both are like two bunnies fucking like there’s no tomorrow. Just like right now..he’s fucking his dumb slut just the way you want it, you’re like a fuck doll getting fucked but its owner, except you’re real. And he can feel when you try to grip onto his cock. “S’fuckin’ tight..feel like ya’ gon’a knock me out cold wit’ this pussy baby boy.” Toji grunted out, his groans were becoming moans, you could hear his slight desperation of another release. He wanted both of you to orgasm at the same time, “don’ fuckin’ cum till I tell you too.” He ordered you, you listened..you knew better than to not listen to him. “Shit. More..fuck. More. I need more, yeah. Yer mine, all fuckin’ mine. You belong to me. Not that fuckin’ prick. I’m gonna make sure my scent is all fuckin’ over ya’ so he won’t even go near ya’. I wan’a fuckin’ kill that prick.” His fucking was more rough, his nails dug into your hips causing them to bleed a little. He was going to mark you, make you his..his grip on you hips were harsh, keeping you in place as he fucked you like a wild animal, “don’ forget this, ya’ better not. You know how I ‘m wit’ya. This’ll happen a lot more when ya’ least expect it..betta’ look forward to it. Don’ have any expectations eitha’..I’ll break them. One by fuckin’ one. Deal?”, his greenish-blue eyes glowed in the low lit room, you responded weakly, “y—yesh..I—I…understwand…m—mph..please…I wa—wana’ cuumm..”

“Mm? Ya’ wan’a cum? Do ya’ deserve it?” He asked, at this point he was toying with you. You wanted to feel him fill you up again, you wanted to cum with him SO fuckin’ bad. You nodded like a dumbass..unable to speak. You were stimulated with pleasure, pleasure that you couldn’t stop feeling. You felt his cock hit every spot inside your pussy, it felt so fucking good. The way it would throb inside you, the way it would tickle your cervix, the way it fucked your womb. “Fine, betta’ take’t like a good slut.” He came once more, filling up your already full hole, you came along with him. The cum had dripped out of you, onto your thighs, to the counter, and onto the floor..that was gonna be a bitch to fuckin’ clean out but you’ll worry about that later. Your back was sore from arching so much you laid completely on the kitchen counter, gasping and panting heavily hoping that he was done, he was. Thank god.. you weren’t able to speak but you nuzzled your head onto his hand and kissed the palm of it out of appreciation before slowly falling asleep on the counter. You were so exhausted but at least now you knew better..he didn’t want you smelling like other men or being around ones that purposely tried to take you away from him. Toji smiled, he picked your sleeping body up bringing you to the bed room, he was going to clean you up later but you needed rest and so did he. You were both exhausted.

[dilfkillerr]

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

【 my janitor ai acc - @ Aresangell 】

【 my venus chub acc - @ Starangell 】

【 my cai acc - @ Angelstaar 】

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[gobitobi]

can’t stop won’t stop thinking about logan looking at you like this, he’s on his knees on the floor in front of you, while you’re sitting on the couch. his hands are on your knees, his thumbs caressing your denim-clad legs (or whatever fabric you’re wearing).

he knows you’re feeling dysphoric and all he’s trying to do is comfort you and get you to look at yourself the same way he sees you.

“the most beautiful man i’ve ever seen,” he mutters, his gaze exchanging from your eyes to your lips. “and nothing’s going to change that.”

then he kisses you softly on the lips, his right hand already moved to your cheek while his left hand stays put. he hoists himself up onto the couch next to you (like the old man he is) and pulls you close to his chest, rubbing your back lovingly until you eventually fall asleep.

one thing i know about this man is that when he falls for someone (and i mean FALLS HARD) he’s doing anything to make sure you feel safe.

written with ftm!reader in mind :] reposts and notes are appreciated!!

[meltedheartz]

paul asks “you want a treat?” while pulling off his pants

[stinkysam]

Vinsmoke Sanji - Oh boy.

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : "Sanji falling for an ftm „he / they“ reader and feeling conflicted not only because that’s the first time he ever realized he liked a guy but also because he never even FLIRTED with a guy (...) And all in all just being awkward and waaaaay overthinking this just because he’s very much a confused newly discovered bisexual as well as „first time trans ally“ and is trying his best. Extra points: Reader immediatly knows what’s up and is just like „lol. : )“ because he thinks Sanjis awkward fumbling is adorable, before he puts Sanji out of his misery and goes „I like you. Wanna go out on a date sometimes?“" - anon

Reader : male (he/they/you)

A/N : Part TWO

Sanji likes women.

That's a fact everyone knows.

Or thought they knew.

So you can guess his surprises when he realizes his feelings for you ; a man. Not believing he could think such things with you !

Why is he caring who you're looking at ? Or why does he suddenly care about the way your eyes shine ? Or how you smile and how cute it is ? Why does his heart beat faster each time you compliment his cooking, your hand gently resting on his chest ? You could probably feel the way it was pounding under your palm.

He goes through a small stage of denial. And thinks he's being an asshole because he still sees you as a woman. Which he doesn't but his feelings make him think he's being transphobic and he absolutely hates it.

Because you're a man and he sees you as such. So when he finally realizes he's not transphobic but just bi he relaxes a bit.

And now he's scared. Because what if you don't feel the same ? Right ?

Or worse ? What if you think what he thought ? That he's being a transphobe and still seeing you as a woman ? What if he starts flirting and you see it disrespectful ?

Wait, how does he even flirt with a man ?

He doesn't know how to do it with any man, or with you, for that matter. You don't flirt with a man the same way you flirt with a lady. Right ?

Would you like to be called handsome ? Or perhaps pretty ? Or is pretty too feminine and you'd prefer handsome ? Or maybe you don't mind and like both ? Would you like flowers ? He wouldn't mind receiving them so maybe you wouldn't mind either ?

God, why is it so hard flirting with a man ?

He's really uncertain so he prefers to start with compliments. Your clothing, your hairstyle, your fighting…

He wants to start small in hope you see it as him being serious with you.

When he eventually starts flirting he's still really shy and unsure, fumbling on his words and stuttering.

The sentence he had prepared for you leaves his brain the second he opens his mouth.

But then !? You flirted back ?! You winked at him and invited him for dinner at a restaurant on the island you stopped at ?!

W h a t ! ?

He feels his heart burst in his chest. Just simply exploding. BOOM.

He's at a loss for words as he tries to smile. How does one smile by the way ? He's so happy he forgot. He's so sheepish he almost doesn't answer, giggling a little before finally accepting your offer.

Suddenly he's hoping he didn't read it wrong and you really flirted back.

"No, because, they could've invited me to be nice. Or maybe he also invited the others as well ? What if it's just not us two and I come with flowers like a fool ? I have to ask them. But will I look stupid if I do so ? …" He thought to himself.

"Um, just to make sure we're on the same page, [Name], it's a uh… d-"

"Date, yeah. Tomorrow night." You say with a small smile, slightly proud of yourself as you look into his eyes.

You swear you could see the way the air got stuck in his throat as he stopped breathing.

"Okay." He started, still sheepish. "Good." And with that he turns around and leaves. He doesn't know where he's going but he's definitely going somewhere. He needs a walk to calm down anyway.

Not that the food was bad the other times but you ate extra good this evening. You had plenty of choice and even Luffy didn't know where to start.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

The Hobie fandom has a lot of smut, and with a character so accepting on so many fronts, it means so much to me to see trans!readers being taken into consideration.

As a trans guy myself, I love seeking out ftm!smut. But often times, I often can't read them. Many times I'm left feeling unseen, reduced, or even feminized.

And I wanna talk about that a bit, if it's okay.

My take and feelings on FTM!smut - As a Trans Guy

Ngl as a trans guy myself I do feel a bit alienated by a lot of FTM!reader.

I'm gonna be honest - I feel like most ftm smut is written exactly as it would be a cis woman, just with the pronouns changed. Which is understandable, but not really how it works.

Cis women and trans men don't have sex the exact same, just because they're AFAB.

And I feel most smut writers haven't gone out of their way to research the sexual experiences of trans men and how we navigate the world.

Hobie smut is pretty vulgar, and I won't complaining! As a character, he has a high volume of smut, and probably the most diverse range, with Black!reader, ftm!readers, and male!readers being more common than most fandoms.

Black!Reader focuses on the unique experience of black people when in a relationship together. This unique experience is at the basis of black!reader.

But when we approach Ftm!reader - very often, our unique experience isn't reflected.

It's just assumed that because we are AFAB - there's no need to look deeper at the closer unique sexual experience trans men have - or to read up about it.

Most ftm!reader fic does not attempt to use affirming sexual language for trans men at all.

T-dicks - ie, natural clitoris enlargement you get after taking T - is a thing a lot of transitioning Trans men have.

But they're never called T-dicks in fanfiction. Only clits. It's very rare that a ftm!reader is described as having a dick - because so often the only dicks cis people recognize are natal dicks, and surgery-constructed ones.

Many cis writers may never even considered referring to a trans man's clitoris as a dick - pre or post T. They may see it as confusing to the reader, when it's not.

T-Dicks are dicks. Bottom growth didn't give you a full 3-4 inches, but you absolutely have growth and there are trans men that can penetrate with T-dicks - without surgery - if with the right partner.

The words pussy and cunt are used liberally in nearly all ftm!smut, and while many trans men are okay with these terms, I think a lot of cis writers ignore or do not know that often, terms like those can cause heavy dysphoria in a lot of ftm readers.

I don't think cis writers ever question if they might be making readers dysphoric - or showing them in a non-affirming way.

I feel like some writers believe that changing pronouns and calling the reader 'handsome' is really all it takes. Just write usual fem smut, change the pronouns - and done!

In reality, a large part of the ftm community feels uncomfortable with the word 'pussy' - and would much rather stuff like 'front hole'.

A poll on 'What do you call your downstairs?'

And I'm not saying that you can't call a trans man's genitals a pussy. And I'm not saying that a trans man calling his genitals a pussy is wrong.

I just feel like cis writers do not consider the dysphoria of their trans readers, when writing trans smut.

I feel like most cis writers don't actually seek out accounts of trans men and their sexuality.

I don't think they ever consider that these terms, talking about wetness and penetration (which many men on T can have problems with because of vaginal atrophy and dryness), breast, clits, cunts, pussy -

I don't think cis writers ever question 'Is this accessible for ftm readers that might have dysphoria? How can I make this accessible or easier for trans men who have bottom dysphoria?'

Or

'How can I make this more affirming of them as men?'

It's the assumption that, because we're all AFAB, because we have vaginas like cis women - then naturally we must all fuck the same regardless of gender, the only thing changing being the pronouns.

That's not true.

And also - Trans Men are never really written like gay men.

Trans men having sex with men is gay sex.

And even though most writers write trans men with male OCs - they hardly ever write their sex as if they are gay men.

99.9% of the time, it isn't written that way. Its always written as if it's 'straight sex'.

The experience of how gay men have sex is never really taken account into these fics, which makes me feel like a lot of writers don't see it as gay sex at all.

At most, the ftm reader may be described as a bottom - but never as an otter or twink or bear or cub or leather or anything.

They see it as AFAB sex.

Cause If I'm getting strictly candid - I feel like if a writer wrote mtf!smut and kept focusing on the girls 'hard throbbing cock and balls' - we'd all be like 'oh wow that's very intense centering on genitals that may alienate some trans women-'

But in ftm!smut focusing on 'wet tight juicy pussy and thriving clit' is standard. It's never really questioned.

And this is not to say 'oh trans women have it better they get better smut-' No. They really don't. I'm just bringing this up to highlight the fact that we should be making sure that trans!smut is accessible and affirming to the trans people they're about.

Seeing a fic in which a gay trans man prefers to use his asshole, like most gay men fuck, is VERY VERY rare.

I feel like most cis writers never consider the fact that gay trans men may want to perform sex in an affirming, clearly coded, masculine gay way.

It's always assumed we use our front hole, are okay with it being called a pussy, have no problems getting wet, or that we don't have dicks (T-dick is a dick).

And because of that - the lack of affirming language and the lack of affirming transmasc experiences makes it very hard for me as a FTM person to read smut about ftm!readers.

I feel like most of them don't actually take our comfort - or our experiences in mind.

I feel like most don't attempt to actually read accounts of trans guys having gay sex, and what that's often like.

If you're a writer who feels guilty of any of this - you're not a bad person or a bad writer. And I genuinely thank you for including us in your work - from the bottom of my heart.

But I want to highlight this -

Trans men having sex is not a 1:1 of cis women having sex. The same way trans women having sex is not a 1:1 of cis men having sex.

Or experiences are unique - and our dysphoria does affect our sex lives, and how we navigate them.

Please, do not let this put you off writing trans men. But please keep in mind that our experience is unique.

So often I read ftm!reader and feel reduced down to my pussy. Without breasts in the equation, so much ftm!smut focuses solely on the pussy.

If you write ftm!reader please please do not let this put you off, but here's some tips I can give as a trans guy

Please do slight research of ftm anatomy, read an article about gay trans men, or go on r/ftm (subreddit) and read some posts about trans men, read some nsfw posts where trans men tell hookup tales.

Advocate has an great article called '16 things I learned from having sex with Trans Men' - which details and dispels 16 myths about trans men in bed. It's written from the POV of gay men who have been with trans men in affirming ways.

This post is in no way meant to be an attack or subliminal at any one writer. If it was one writer, I wouldn't care.

But this is something I've experienced and seen across fandoms and across writers in this fandom too. I feel the urge to write this because searching for affirming ftm!fics - I often come away feeling even more dysphoric.

Not because of the word pussy or cunt or anything -

But because of the erasure of my experience, the idea that my gender doesn't influence my experience of sex - only my AFAB genitals do.

If you write ftm!smut, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, truly.

But I feel like I had to say this.

If you read this far, thank you! This is one of my more personal venting posts but I'm also trying to raise a point and start a discussion. And you reading through this and giving me your time and understanding is already helpful enough, so thanks!

Here's Hobie.

Bye.

[pfhwrittes]

"you love him. you've loved him since you were 9 and you love him now 20 years later." TW: references to transphobic bullying, angst, fluff, allusions to offscreen smut, alcohol mention, menstruation mention. pairing: kyle x ftm!reader

1.5k words of childhood friends to strangers to friends to lovers. as always i've barely edited it so typos and errors may remain. edit to add: a massive thank you and shout out to @gemmahale for cheerleading me with this one and reminding me to trust my instincts. i love you a lot.

-- you love him. you’ve loved him since he first shared his curly-wurly during break time at primary school. head over heels puppy love. your mum teasing you with a “my little girl with her first boyfriend!” despite the way it makes your cheeks burn (and something twist inside your chest) when you both stand shyly together at 3.15 hand in hand waiting to go home. 

you love kyle when he’s the joseph to your mary in the nativity. you love the way the teatowel your mum leant his mum slips into his eyes and causes him to laugh and forget his next line about needing to find an inn. you love him when he wraps you up in a big hug when missus king takes a photo of you both as your mum cheers the loudest from the back of the little crowd in the assembly hall. 

you love kyle even when you both grow up and go to secondary school at 11, split up into different form groups and different timetables. you love him even more when he folds you into his little band of miscreants, “one of the boys” he says with a cheeky grin that warms you all the way through.

you love kyle when he chooses you first for the biology practical lesson, flicking little slithers of onion at you to make you laugh, despite the way anna-marie looks you up and down and whispers something cruel about how “he just pities the he-she” loud enough for you to hear. 

you love kyle when he skives off school with you the day your period takes you unaware. he sneaks in through the kitchen door 15 minutes after your mum leaves for work, a battered curly-wurly and bottle of oasis clutched in one hand and his rucksack in the other. you love him when he settles onto the sofa, dragging your duvet over the two of you, flicking the telly on so you can both watch bargain hunt together. 

you love kyle the day he cuddles you into his chest, completely uncaring about the way your snot and tears mark his t-shirt as you sob, both of you curled up on your bed. you love him so completely when he listens to you stutter out that you think you’re not really a girl. you still love him when he pulls away for the first time, a tiny frown on his face. you still love him when he doesn’t reply to your text asking him if he got home alright later that night. 

you still love kyle when he starts ignoring you in school, no longer coming to find you during lunchtime. you still love him when he doesn’t laugh along with harry when you trip during design tech but he doesn’t stop james hissing “freak show” as you rub at your hip from where you banged into their table. 

you still love kyle even when your mum sits you down at the kitchen and asks you how you feel about moving schools at 16. you still love kyle when you ask her “but what about kyle?” and her voice catches when she offers you a gentle “oh love” with wet eyes. 

you still love kyle when he stumbles into you at mattie’s house party when you’re both 18, a shocked look on his face when he takes in your close cropped hair and wispy facial hair on your cheeks, despite the fact you haven’t spoken in years. you still love kyle even when he calls you the wrong name and your mumble gets swallowed up by cheers from the kitchen as someone spots kyle in the hallway. you still love kyle when you spot him crowd mattie’s older sister georgia up against the bannister and kiss her breathless before leading her up the stairs with his hand on her waist. you still love kyle when you end up sobbing into alex’s neck, their hand rubbing your back gently as the dew from the front lawn soaks the knees of your jeans. you still love kyle even as alex murmurs that “you should just forget him babe” into your hair as you sob anew.

you’ve forgotten how much you loved kyle the next time you run into him, many years later when you pop into the pub under oath from mattie to meet her for a quick pint to catch up. you recognise the shape of kyle’s smile even if he is partially turned away to grin at a man with broad shoulders and a slightly flattened mohawk standing next to him at the bar. you’ve forgotten how much you loved kyle when he catches you looking and his smile slips momentarily as he offers you a tiny nod of acknowledgement before turning back to his friend. you’ve forgotten how much you loved kyle even when your eyes keep drifting over to him and the other three men in the corner booth as mattie fills you in on everything you missed during your years travelling around australia. 

you’ve forgotten how much you loved kyle when you bump into him again in the same pub the following week. literally bumping into him as you turn away from the bar with a pint in your hand. kyle steadies you with a hand on your forearm and you feel your heart soar before plummeting into the sticky carpet at your feet. you pull your arm away from him and your drink sloshes over the rim of your glass as you offer him a tight smile before stepping to the side. you’ve forgotten how much you loved kyle, but you can’t help but feel the warmth of his hand long after you’ve rejoined mattie and alex at your table. 

you’ve forgotten how much you loved kyle but a thrill goes up your spine when he asks you if he could “have a word with you, mate” as he joins you in the beer garden the week after that. you’ve forgotten how much you loved kyle but your heart aches as he stumbles his way through an apology. you’ve forgotten how much you missed your friend kyle when he makes you stutter out a surprised laugh when he talks about his friend soap knocking some sense into him. 

you’ve forgotten how much you missed your friend kyle when he texts you asking if you want to join him and his sisters for a chinese. you’ve forgotten how much you’ve missed your friend kyle when he hands you his vegetable spring rolls without asking. you’ve forgotten how much you’ve missed your friend kyle when after dinner he leads you up to his childhood bedroom and he kicks his dirty socks under his bed like you’ve seen him do many times before. you’ve forgotten how much you’ve missed your friend kyle when your ribs ache from laughing and he’s wearing that beautiful grin. 

you’ve forgotten how much you’ve missed your friend kyle when he slips into the open seat next to you at the pub, his arm slung over the back of your chair, much to the matching shocked expressions of mattie and alex. you’ve forgotten how much you’ve missed your friend kyle when he takes alex’s frosty demeanour on the chin. you fall in love with your friend kyle again when he responds to mattie’s pointed rhetorical “you know you broke his heart, yeah?” with a small squeeze to your shoulder and serious “i know, i was a fucking idiot.”.

you fall in love with kyle again when his hands shake on your waist as he leans in to kiss you outside your house under the flickering glow of a streetlight. just like you hoped he would so many years ago when you were both teenagers. you fall in love with kyle again when he pulls away to take in your stupefied expression and he asks if you’re okay, if he can kiss you again. you fall in love with kyle again when he gently turns you around so he can push you up against the front door to trail sucking kisses down your neck as your keys hit the doormat with a tinkling sound. you fall in love with kyle again when you ask him to slow down - wait - please - as he’s reaching for the top button of your jeans. you fall in love with kyle again when he traces gentle fingers over the scars on your chest, adoration in his eyes.

you love kyle when you trip over your boxers and his shirt the following morning as you stumble to the bathroom. you love kyle when you slip back into bed and he sleepily nuzzles into your neck. you love kyle when his phone blares his alarm from the back pocket of his trousers near the door to your bedroom 30 minutes later. 

you love him. you’ve loved him since you were 9 and you love him now 20 years later as he presses a kiss to your hair. you love him. -- taglist: @kaadaaan

[porcalinecunt]

I'm OBSESSED with sharing is caring 😍😍😍 it's like you were peering directly in my brain while writing it. Can I request part 2 when you have the time? I neeeeed to see what happens next 👀👀 ty!

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐒 (𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋) 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 !

🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩 it’s bad enough jason fucked you full on call with your boyfriend dick, yet you don’t even know the half of what’s in store when dick comes through the window . . . ♡︎

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

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . cw — ftm!reader, threesome, breeding, rough sex, lots of cum, spitroasting, cucking, masterbation, overstimulation, feminization(?), dumbification, dick is a jealous boyfie and jason is fucking gross :<

[・:。author’s note ! 「 ✉️ 」・𓂃 ࣪˖ nghhh i wish i was reader so badly </3 if you haven’t read the first part, here!

face down, ass up, pussy fuckin’ filled to the brim already.

that’s what greeted dick grayson the moment he climbed through the window of your shared apartment, rock hard and rightfully so, pissed.

what didn’t help was seeing jason, the unwelcomed guest, sitting at the edge of the bed where your body laid. one hand caressing the bruised and reddened skin on your ass from all his spanking and the other palming himself through his boxers where it was explicitly clear that he was hard again.

“glad you made it back in time dick, otherwise i would’ve gave him a fuckin’ baby..”

jason laughs while dick fumes, his kevlar suit feeling more tighter down there thanks to his post patrol boner. he approaches your shaking figure, swatting jay’s hand away and pressing his palm onto your lower back. a sigh of relief left your hoarse throat.

“oh no, don’t think you’re done yet..we’re just getting started.”

before you could question anything, dick pushed you onto your back once again, exposing the trail his brother left imprinted into your skin. bite marks littered your neck and shoulders with hickies coloring your collerbones in an ugly mash of red and purple. jason was a greedy fuck, not leaving a blank space for dick. what an animal.

dick quickly shot jay a glare, which he only received a smug grin in return. not breaking eye contact for another second, he placed his hands on the back of your knees and pushed your sore legs back until they touched your chest. you gasped as dick pressed his leaking tip against your cunt, rubbing against your abused clit while you whined weakly. a shallow “dickkkkk…” leaked through your teeth, earning you two fingers down your throat.

“don’t you fucking ‘dick’ me, not after the shit you pulled tonight..”

the frustration and jealousy finally got the better of him as he pushed his cock all the way in your stuffed pussy. dick didn’t waste another second in practically mounting your smaller figure and snapping his hips against yours until they bruised.

harsh, furious and needy thrusts. poor dick lashed it all out on your used up cunt, not caring about the gobs of cum that jason stuffed into you earlier. obscene noises filled the walls with the rhythmic thwop! thwop! thwop! sounds being the only thing you could hear besides your boyfriend’s groans and strange fapping noises from right next to you.

your eyes landed on jason, whom was sitting right next to the bed, cock in his hand and frantically pumping away at the view of his bitch being fucked into oblivion.

“jason!—“

a large hand flew up and grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks together until your lips were puckered.

“don’t look at him. he’s not gonna help ya..” dick sneered before letting out a breathy moan between his words. “look at me, only me princess..”

his tone soft, before pressing a quick kiss onto your drooling lips. your gaze shifted once again, this time, peering at the view of your cunt being stuffed by dick’s length. a mess of his, jay’s and your own cum spread onto your thighs and staining the sheets. something straight out of pornography.

the headboard violently banged against the wall behind you, your body rocked upwards until it bobbed back and forth as if you were a lifeless ragdoll, a breeding mount for your exhausted vigilante of a boyfriend use after a long and aggravating night. he was having none of it, and it still aroused you even after jason cummed in you.

“dickie..m’ so close..”

you whined, soft and breathy with a smile belonging to an innocent. it worked like a charm with dick’s cock twitching against your bruised cervix. only fueled when you hear a small plop!

“help me out here doll, can’t do it all myself y’know?” jason. that shameless son of a bitch, nudging his leaking tip against your pouted lips. spiteful and irritated enough from his antics, dick pulled your hips against his in a sloppy and needy attempt to rip an orgasm out of you. all the while, the red hood vigilante shoved his meat into your jaw, not caring about the gagging noises that ripped from your throat.

the overwhelming harmony if skin slapping, groans and slurred cursing from the men and your own noises of struggle yet pleasure made you dizzy. your brain melted with a burning desire remaining, one to be fucked full and stained with their cum. you were so lost infact, you were caught off guard once a sharp wave of pleasure jolted your body to a halt.

“Fuuuckk..yeah, atta boy..look how much you’re takin’ from both of us..” Jason chuckled, watching as ropes of cum drenched your fucked out face.

Dick, on the other hand, pressed his lower half against your stomach as he breeds your used up pussy, not pulling away even for a moment. he secretly hoped he fucked out all of jason’s cum.

wiping your lips clean of jay’s seed, your boyfriend kept you occupied through a surprisingly gentle kiss while he shooed his brother away.

“damn, not even a thank?—“

“get the fuck out.” dick sloppily shot back, not wanting to pull away from you in case jay tried to shimmy his way into your mouth again. he never wants to share, not with him, ever again.

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

[yanderestarangel]

౨ৎ HEADCANONS COD || GHOST, KÖNIG, CAPTAIN PRICE — ROMANTIC SEX WITH THEM

TW: body worship, romantic sex, use of lingerie, ftm reader, v!sex, anal sex, blowjob, praise, daddykink, age gap, fluff, femboy reader, reader without top surgery.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ♡ GHOST ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ♡

"I love you more than I can express."

♡⁠┊He is usually a quick lover and likes to mark you to show everyone that you belong to him, something in the nature of leaving you completely covered in love bruises that makes you dizzy.

♡⁠┊But something made him want to take it slow from that lazy and cold morning. He needed to go to work again on another Bravo 141 mission - however, seeing you needy and rubbing yourself against him, asking him to stay a little longer was like a siren song that he couldn't deny the call. "Are you feeling neglected, my baby?" Ghost speaks in a hoarse voice, slightly lifting his balaclava to meet your lips as he lay down on your bed again.

♡⁠┊You rubbed yourself against his muscular body, a silent plea for more than just making out – even though you knew you were going to be late, your husband couldn't deny you anything, so it wasn't a surprise to you when his fingers found their way to your pussy and began a soft dance on your clit.

♡⁠┊It didn't take long for Ghost to quickly take off his clothes and stand above you, his left hand holding your hip and keeping you where he wanted you to be, gently slamming his hips into yours as the wet sound of flesh against flesh filled his ears and made him dizzy. Unlike the other times, that morning he just wanted to feel you completely. He wasn't fucking you; he was making love to you and worshiping every inch of your body.

♡⁠┊"You look beautiful like this... You really complete me, don't you?" Ghost spoke softer than ever, his voice seemed like a balm that penetrated your soul – his free hand caressed your cheek and he stopped his movements long enough for you to feel his cock warm up a little more inside you. He momentarily took off his skull balaclava, so you could look directly into his face; his blue eyes seemed to want to tell you feelings that he didn't have the courage or way to say in mere words – one thing was certain, he loved you.

♡⁠┊He leaned in enough to press his lips against yours, Simon rarely kissed when you had sex, yet there he was – moaning into your tongue softly as his hips met yours again. Several "I love you"s came out of his mouth messily. His body trembled and the world disappeared completely as he explored every inch of your body as if looking for some detail he had never seen before.

♡⁠┊After a few more thrusts he finally cums inside your pussy, making you cling to him as you felt your stomach swell slightly from the amount of semen in your gut. He stood there, holding the back of your neck as he caught his breath.

♡⁠┊Ghost looked at his watch and sighed, realizing how late he was for work, but seeing you there, all beautiful and messy... He decided to stay, just for that day. "I'm not going to leave now, just rest my boy, when you wake up I'll be here." He said meditating in his mind that it was a great way to start his day, and maybe he should adore you a little more every day.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ♡ KÖNIG ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ♡

"You make me nervous... And I like it."

♡⁠┊He liked the softness of your skin on his hands, he liked the way you smiled beautifully and blushed when you were too embarrassed, he liked the way his bracelet matched yours and how beautiful it looked when you two held hands. König loved you more than he ever thought he could ever feel in his life.

♡⁠┊He was terrible with words, but every action he did was the purest to demonstrate how much he was in love with you; in fact, in love was an understatement, König was madly in love with you - in a healthy and good way. He was a military soldier trained for years, he could kill enemies and targets easily without any regret - and yet, you made him so nervous and out of himself, as if butterflies were growing in his stomach.

♡⁠┊And this also happened when you had sex. His muscular, imposing and scarred body was beneath you - his eyes had a solemn expectation of seeing you take control and enjoy his body. His hands held the soft flesh of your waist and he whimpered softly feeling your body connected deeply to his.

♡⁠┊You didn't know where the territory of intimacy between each other began or ended, at that moment, you and the Austrian were only one. "I... Love you so much, you're mine, aren't you, liebling?" König moaned muffled by his sniper mask, his muscles rippled slightly as he fixed his focus on your body and how your clitoris was swollen - because of the hours of the two of you exploring each other's bodies.

♡⁠┊You could see little tears welling up in his eyes – he was short-circuiting from so many stimuli together. The love in his chest that burned his insides all the way to his stomach with that cold, good feeling of being madly in love with someone, you made him lose control of his senses.

♡⁠┊He wanted to tell you how much he loved you, how much he admired you for being a strong man and that he was very lucky to have you in his life... However, the only sounds that could come out of his mouth at that moment were honeyed and hoarse moans, accompanying his eyes rolling back in his skull and him squeezing your smaller body tightly, to the point of leaving marks that would remain for another day.

♡⁠┊He whimpered louder, incoherent words, but you knew they were all just the purest love and affection for you. König held you tightly, making you sit on his entire length at once – the wet and pleasurable sensation made you milk his cock with your inner walls pulsing and wanting more – at the same time your partner quickly withdrew from your wet hole and came all over your belly, marking you as his again.

♡⁠┊"I love you..." Was all he could formulate as he buried his face in your soft flesh and waited for his heart and breathing to return to normal as his body went slightly numb. "You make me feel things I never thought possible... You are the man of my life and if there is a paradise I am definitely already in it, with you." He speaks with a certainty never seen before by you, his words came straight from his soul, making you feel more desired and loved.

♡⁠┊He slowly began to fall asleep, still holding you, as if he was afraid that you would disappear from his arms - one of his hands on the side of your ass while his cock softened against your stomach, the sensation still burned both of your skins, but you both just wanted to enjoy that moment without any extra feeling, just the purest and most peaceful love. In years, König could smile genuinely behind his mask, knowing that he had found something more to fight for.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ♡ CAPTAIN PRICE ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ♡

"I want more than your pretty face..."

♡⁠┊It was just supposed to be sex, he paid to have a young man like you to satisfy him and have a beautiful accessory by his side - but soon the captain found himself attached to you in a way he never imagined. You were a funny, smiling and bright man, just like a sunshine.

♡⁠┊The first few dates between the two of you were really comfortable – he was a gentleman with you and made you feel like the most desirable man in the world; and then he completely broke you in bed until you didn't even know how many times he came. Price was the type of sugar daddy who tries not to get attached to your presence but it doesn't take long for him to find himself thinking about your image after a few sexual encounters.

♡⁠┊It was never his intention to really fall in love with you... but the way you touched him, the way you smiled at him, the way that silk lingerie fell on your body and adorned every curve of your skin, the way you moaned and whimpered when his cock entered your pussy... It was too much for him to bear and see as just an exchange of monetary favors.

♡⁠┊You caused reactions he didn’t even think were possible. You were everything he dreamed of in a partner. Even without obligation, you kept him company and never asked for anything in return, listening to his stories about past missions and the challenges he and his team faced. Price always finished his tales with a soft sigh and a vulnerable look, realizing how much he had opened up to you. "Ignore that, my lad, I just ramble too much like every old man," he would say, trying to hide the blush on his face. It was so obvious how much he considered you more than just a mere companion.

♡⁠┊He wanted to be with you all the time. It became more than just a sugar daddy and sugar baby relationship—he really wanted something serious with you. However, his insecurities always prevented him from saying anything more; he would freeze every time he tried to invite you to something more romantic than a sexual encounter in a luxurious hotel room.

♡⁠┊That night was lighter and different from most of the ones you were used to having. Price wanted to express how much he wanted you more than a pretty face sucking his cock and walking around with luxury items bought by him. The white lace lingerie adorned your body and barely covered your shiny pussy – The captain was between your legs, his voluminous beard tickling your sensitive flesh with each protruding lick he gave with his tongue on your lips, making you press his head between your soft thighs and making you even more drunk with pleasure.

♡⁠┊The rose petals he had scattered on the bed earlier stuck to your sweaty skin – your breasts swayed with each movement of the older man’s tongue as you felt like a god for being so adored by someone. Your wetness spread across his face and skin, the scent of sweet musk making him dizzy and hard as fuck.

♡┊He rubbed his hips on the soft mattress, looking for some friction to warm his erection – you could hear small moans and husky words coming from his lips as his blue eyes devoured you inch by inch. "Fuck, you make me so hard, you don't know what you do to me." Price groaned hoarsely as he gently slapped your thigh to make you moan even louder for him.

♡⁠┊After making you cum again on his tongue – Price would get on his knees between your legs and rub his hard, throbbing cock against your entrance, wet with your juices and his saliva. The thick, warm tip of his shaft applied a delicious, slow pressure to your swollen clit, making you beg for him to fill you up soon.

♡⁠┊As soon as he did, the older man leaned in enough to kiss you as his hips worked at a slow, sensual pace – his muscular thighs smacked against yours while his balls slapped against your ass cheeks, making you hear a wet noise in the process. You saw Price's smile widen even more when he saw you blushing at him being so loving with you, treating you like the god you were.

♡⁠┊"I can't hold it anymore... fuck boy, you make my heart race." He said between moans, pressing his forehead against yours as he sped up his movements and made your curves jump out of the thin fabric of the lingerie you were wearing. He grabbed one of your breasts as he squeezed it tightly and came inside you without warning, it was a new but strangely hot sensation.

♡⁠┊He sighed and stared into your eyes, his breathing even meeting yours rhythmically. "You make me feel things... I know this should be a business relationship, but I can't let a beautiful boy like you escape me." The older man said with a soft smile and kissed you on the forehead. "Let's have dinner at a restaurant... Just you and me, no sex, no sugar daddy or sugar baby, just you and me, my prince, no pressure, obviously... I just want to show you that I fell in love with you much more, much more than your pretty face and perfect body." He said, looking at you with all the passion he could show – he didn't know where this relationship could go, but he wanted to try to love again and he wanted to love you, only you.

𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 ©𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 2024. 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆

[biting-miguel-ohara]

Alpha - Logan Howlett x ftm!reader

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

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

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

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The first thing you notice about Logan is his scent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A wolf mutant?” He looks unimpressed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A few have questions. Most just leave you alone.

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

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

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

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

Until he does.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What—“

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

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

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

And it is infuriating.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait, you’re here about missions?”

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

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

His frown deepens. “What?”

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

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

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

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

And the other?

Well, it only gets worse.

It all comes to a head on a random Tuesday.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Submit to him.

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

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

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

There’s a moment of silence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Settle down, pup,” he growls.

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

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

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

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

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

“Logan,” your voice breaks, “Please!”

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

“Please touch me,” you whimper.

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

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

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

“Logan!” You sob. “Too much!”

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

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

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

It’s exquisite, mind-numbing, perfect.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[deadghosy]

“𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫” 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 ||𝐅𝐓𝐌!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Warning: transphobia from the parents, it’s fluff I swear.

A/N: the trend may have died and I’m late to it. But it popped up on my feed and I couldn’t help but do this 🫶🏾

Tom Riddle

Honestly he stayed quiet. So quiet it was unsettling how he stared at you up and down and walked past you

But when he talked to you, it was different from the way you thought he would talk to you.

He’s actually a respectable gentleman and asked for YOUR name. Not the name your parents told him

So he just nodded and kept track of how you are as a person

Honestly he may be confused but he has the spirit

Mattheo Riddle

What’s that? You use to be a girl/you are a woman? Well he doesn’t see one at the slightest

All he sees is the most handsome man he ever seen in his damn life

Literally raises his hand towards your parents at the dinner for them to shush as he starts to work his charms on you

Literally makes you feel in your own little world

He would glare at your parents and remind them that he is the son of the dark lord

So they can shut the fuck up and let him at least talk to the most amazing man he just met

Draco Malfoy

“All I see is a man.”

He’s so blunt with it 😭 he was supportive of you before knowing you were trans and if made your heart swell because he looked so serious

His father knew what you were but stayed quiet.

Though even if your parents tried to dead name you and try to bring up your past.

He’s not listening a single bit

Blaise Zabini

Honestly ignores your parents talking about how you look and how your past self was

He doesn’t care. Because right now he is memorized by you.

He’s shaking your hand and smiling asking for your name and maybe number

You can’t help but like him as he is smooth with his lines

And it hits off with you two talking about each other

Talking to you feels good without your shitty parents running their mouth about their daughter son.

Theodore Nott

I feel like he would be the most confused of them all since I headcannon he didn’t really much understand the English language before Hogwarts but got better… he still has slight trouble with the culture and traditions.

But when your parents had deadnamed you and called you their daughter. Thoughts ran through Theodore’s head

“Daughter?? [deadname]?? Man? He’s? She’s? She is a he?”

Just so confused to the point he said out loud that you are a boy to which you laughed at how confused he looked

Either way you two spent time getting to know each other and duo I explained to him about how you felt in the wrong body and how you felt more comfortable for who you are

You helped him see a lot more things in different perspectives

Lorenzo Berkshire

He just awkwardly stood there at the meeting when your family introduced you in the way that made you seem uncomfortable.

So he talked to you one on one and started to know more about you

When you told him about your transition, he was very intrigued and asked even more about you

He made you feel like your own person as he just laughs at your own joke.

He could sense your parents shaking their head at how their SON was acting.

But you two didn’t care. It was only your world and his.