#jean x trans male reader

[lasinlawliet]

hi! if it's alright, can i request some smut with jean from genshin impact with a sub!trans male reader? if you're alright with unbalanced power dynamics, maybe the reader is a knight underneath her– if not, you're totally free to ignore that. one idea could be that the reader notices jean is particularly stressed, and invites her to take her stress out on him, or something like that. i'm not too picky with anything, really!

i love your writing, and i'm excited to read more! (in case i ever come back, i'll leave a tag as 💙 ^^)

Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy~

Jean x Trans Male Reader - Overworked Dandelion Knight

Synopsis: Grand Master Jean is known to overwork herself. After the reader suggests Jean take a (sex) break with him, Jean shows him just how stressed she is.

Word count: 3.4k

CW: dom!Jean, sub!trans male reader, unbalanced power dynamics (Jean is the acting Grand Master, reader is a Captain directly underneath her), facesitting (Jean sits on reader's face), semi-public sex (Jean's office), use of 'Grand Master' during sex, use of 'good boy' during sex, use of 'Captain' during sex, use of the word "cunt", reader is desperate

A/N: I wasn't originally going to post this until later this week, but inspiration struck and I wrote most of this fic yesterday and today. Also, this is my first time writing a trans reader so I hope that I was respectful enough in my writing. But please feel free to reach out and tell me if I wasn't, and I will correct anything disrespectful.

It was going to be another long night. After the Traveler had left Mondstadt in search of their twin, the Knights of Favonius were not as equipped to handle things anymore. Acting Grand Master Jean, the current acting leader of the Knights of Favonius, had taken on a heavy workload since Grand Master Varka was away on an expedition. Jean was brave, loyal, fierce when needed. She was the kind of leader Mondstadt needed in the recent unprecedented times, and the kind of person who was also overdue for a break. As you were thinking about Jean, Cavalry Captain Kaeya plopped a stack of papers in front of you.

“I had hoped that our Logistics Captain would know better than to daydream while working.” Kaeya teased you. You glared at him.

“And I had hoped that our Cavalry Captain would step up and do something other than throw more work at people.” You responded. 

“Hey, I work just as hard as you do.” Kaeya shrugged before he left. You looked up at the clock. 11:02pm. You were sure that Lisa was sick of the all-nighters recently in the library, but the work couldn’t wait. You began sifting through the papers. Most of the requests, or even outright demands, weren’t something that your department could even handle. All your department handled right now was the transferring and acquiring of goods, supplies, and other resources in Mondstadt. Kaeya knew this, so this was nothing more than an attempt to see how much work he could squeeze out of you. 

As you got up to find Kaeya and give him the papers back–or rather, force him to take them back, you noticed Jean working by herself. She was seated at a small table tucked away in a corner of the library. Books were piled up high around her. She seemed to be working on something, or rather, about to work on something. You were surprised to see Jean outside of her office. She’d typically only leave for meetings. The last time you saw her was… well, for something other than a meeting. You wondered if she remembered the night as vividly as you did. You approached Jean, but she didn’t notice you.

“Grand Master Jean.” You announced and her eyes snapped up to look at you. You noticed how tightly she was holding herself. Her ponytail was frazzled, her hands were clenched around her writing utensil and ink, and she was hunched over the report she was “working” on. It was clear that she was stressed out. 

“Captain Y/N. I suspect that you’re done for the night?” She questioned as she eyed the stack of papers you were carrying.

“Not at all. I’m returning these to Kaeya. These requests don’t fall under the Logistics Team’s jurisdiction.” You informed her.

“I see. Thank you for looking into them.” Jean replied as she pulled down one of the books from her piles. 

“Of course.” You responded, and as you were leaving, Jean called your name. You immediately turned around and walked back to her table.

“I was working, just so you know.” She informed you. 

“I have no doubts about that, Jean.” You responded. You weren’t one to question her authority, especially because she was your direct superior.

You found Kaeya and unloaded the papers onto his table. 

“Hmph. Did you even look through these?” Kaeya questioned.

“Of course I did, Cavalry Captain. Now it’s your turn.” You answered. Kaeya chuckled at your remark, but you left before he could reply. You flipped through your remaining papers. There was a specific book you needed to finish your report. And that book just happened to be near Jean’s table.

You stood just behind Jean’s table, searching the tall shelf for the book you needed. After locating your book, you looked down to see Jean paging through a new book. It probably wasn’t the wisest decision, but you decided to move your work to the spot opposite of Jean. It wasn’t often that you had a chance to talk to her one-on-one, so you had to take every opportunity. 

“Oh, hello again, Captain Y/N.” Jean looked up from her book at you.

“Hi Jean. I’m going to join you.” You replied coolly. You wondered if she remembered that night you two had spent together, but she gave no indication.

“Sure.” Jean smiled.

“Is there anything I can assist you with?” 

“No, not at the moment. Thank you for asking, Captain Y/N.”  Jean seemed as polite as ever. You couldn’t help but wonder what she hid from the public, besides that night you two shared. Perhaps this was a chance to get to know her more. You were interested in her, in more ways than one. You sat back in your chair, stretching your arms above your head. Jean looked at you for a moment but said nothing. 

“Jean, I only see you when you’re working. Do you ever take breaks?” You asked. Jean shuffled in her chair. You wondered if she had heard you, so you repeated the question.

“I do take short breaks when possible. But this report must be finished by tonight.” Her tone was as stern as ever.

“When was the last time you took a break?” 

“Captain Y/N, I appreciate your concern, but I assure you that I’m fine.” Her voice wavered slightly, but you knew better than to bring this up.

“I get it. Apologies.” You sighed. With the way things were going, you were never going to get to know her better. Maybe you ought to bring up that night. That had to get a response out of her.

“Grand Master,” You said in a low tone.

“What is it?” Jean put her book down.

“I think about that night a lot.” Your voice was barely above a whisper. Jean stared down at the book in front of her. There was no response, so you continued.

“We could always do that again, you know. I see how stressed you are. Why not take it out on me?” You knew you were way over the line, to the point that this stunt could easily get you demoted, or even dismissed from the Knights of Favonius entirely. But you were willing to risk your job if it meant you’d get another chance to be with Jean.

Jean took a deep breath. “Captain Y/N, join me in my office in five minutes.” 

She got up from the table, pushed in her chair, and left the library. All that remained of her was her report and the stacks of books. You were surprised that she had taken the bait; you thought the report had to be finished tonight. Or maybe it just wasn’t that important. You looked up at the clock. 11:25pm. So that meant you had to wait until 11:30pm. Your heart pounded as the time ticked by. You had only ever made out with Jean once, never going any further than that. If you two were going to have any kind of intercourse, you’d have to let her know something first.

When the clock read 11:30pm, you had to stop yourself from immediately leaving the library. You got up, organized your area, and headed out. You stood before Jean’s office. Before you could knock, Jean opened the door and whisked you inside, locking the door behind you. 

“You’re late.” She said as she shuffled across her office and leaned against her desk. You noticed the blinds on the window were tightly drawn, and a few candles were burning atop the table. The lights were dim, but you could still make out the general shape of the office.

“I apologize.” You were frozen against the door.

“Sit.” Jean commanded, pointing to the seat at the head of the table. You sat down awkwardly.

“I’ll be honest with you. If we had never done what we did, I would have dismissed you from your duties. That was an inappropriate thing to say to your superior. Do we need to have a discussion on your place within the Knights?” Something about Jean’s firmness was oddly attractive. You were curious about what would happen if you were to accept her proposal.

“I think we need to have that discussion, Jean.” Your voice was sugary sweet. Jean walked over to you and gripped the table harshly. She had angled herself in such a way that you could easily peer down her top… but you decided against doing so for now.

“Perfectly fine by me. When we are in a public setting, you are not to refer to me as just ‘Jean’. This includes my office, unless I say otherwise.”

“Uh-huh. What should I call you then?”

“Grand Master Jean.”

“I see. Anything else you want to tell me, Grand Master Jean?” Your eyes flickered to her top, hoping to get a glance, but Jean noticed your peering eyes. She removed her left hand from the table and forced your chin up to look at her.

“You’ll need to learn your place as my inferior. This will happen tonight.” 

“Is that why you accepted my offer, Jean? To have me learn my place?” You smirked. Jean’s grip on your chin got harder and you whimpered, not used to the sudden force she was displaying.

“Do you give me your full consent?” She asked. What did she plan on doing?

“Uh, yeah, but there’s something you should know first…” You trailed off. 

“Tell me.” 

“I’m a trans guy.”

Jean’s grip on your chin softened. “Thank you for trusting me and telling me that. Is there anything off limits? Anything I need to know otherwise?” The fact that she was so thorough and kind reassured your nerves.

“Uh, well, this is more about you. But if you’re going to fuck me, fuck my ass or my mouth.”

“Understood. Now, let’s lay out a few ground rules. You are not to touch me until I give you permission. And you are to call me ‘Grand Master’ from now on.”

“Got it, Grand Master.”

“Then let’s begin.” Jean traced her thumb over your top lip and you began kissing it. She smirked. You took this as a cue to keep going, so you desperately kissed her thumb. You took it in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. You looked into Jean’s eyes with innocence. She grabbed your top, pulled you up from your chair and pushed you down onto the table. Your back was flat against it, and you narrowly missed the candles.

“You are to listen to my every command.” Jean mumbled as she leaned over you and brought her lips against your neck. She began sucking on a spot near your jawline, causing you to whimper. You hadn’t expected her to remember what you liked, but maybe she remembered that night just as fondly as you did. You hoped that tonight would be even better.

“Can I touch you here?” She pointed to your chest and you nodded. Jean continued kissing your jawline while running her hand along your chest. Something was stirring within you, and you wanted to touch her.

“Please… let me touch you.” You whimpered desperately. Jean stopped what she was doing and looked at you.

“I told you to listen to my commands. Right now, you don’t have that privilege. Or would you rather we stop this?” Jean traced her fingers lightly across your lips. You pathetically tried to kiss them, but she yanked them away.

“No.” She said firmly.

“Jean, please, can I–”

“Grand Master. Not Jean. Grand Master. Repeat after me.”

“G-Grand Master.” You repeated sheepishly.

“Good boy. Now, how about we do what you promised?” Jean smiled down at you. You gave her a confused look.

“I hope you haven’t forgotten, Captain. You told me that I could take my stress out on you. And I’m your superior, so taking an order from you is not something I would usually do. So consider yourself lucky tonight.”

“Oh, um, yes Grand Master. Please take your stress out on me!” Your voice was honey-coated. Jean pulled you up, so that you were now sitting on the table. She stood before you and your chest heaved. Being so close to her was a shock, an exciting one nonetheless. She grabbed your hand and brought it to her clothed crotch.

“Touch me.” She commanded, and you rubbed her folds through her pants. Jean let out a small moan. You picked up the pace, wanting to feel her even more. You wanted to feel how wet she was, you wanted your fingers to be covered in her arousal. But Jean harshly grabbed your wrist, stopping you. 

“You are now to help me take off my clothes, Captain.” Jean demanded and you felt sharp flickers of arousal building. She guided your hands over to her coat, and you eagerly pushed it off. She brought your hands down to her belt, and your hands shook as you took it off.

“Everything okay?” Jean’s voice was softer. You nodded. Truthfully, you were just getting excited to the point that it was hard to keep still. You wanted to pleasure her so badly. She slid down her pants and stepped out of them. All that was left were her white panties. Before taking them off, Jean once again guided your hand to her pussy. You traced along her folds with a single finger, noticing how wet she was already. You looked up at her.

“Take them off.” She said. You ripped them off and hungrily looked at her pussy. You wanted to bury yourself in her pussy, but knew you had to restrain yourself.

“Now, touch me.” 

“Yes, Grand Master.” You whispered as your fingers connected to her folds. You lazily smeared around her slick. She was wet to the point her arousal was coating your fingers, just as you had wished. You began gently circling your thumb against her clit, eliciting a low moan from Jean. 

Hearing her moans only heightened your arousal; was it possible to cum just from being horny?

“Continue, Captain. Show your superior how she should feel.” Jean hissed. You steadily massaged her clit, while slowly working a finger into her pussy with your other hand. It felt like her pussy was swallowing you, begging for more. Her pussy was pulsing around you, and you could only imagine the last time she did anything sexual with the way she was responding to you. You looked up at Jean. She was tightly gripping a chair, eyes half-open. You figured that it was safe to keep doing what you were doing. But before you could add another finger, Jean gripped your shoulder. 

“Now, you are to strip, Captain.” She declared. 

“All the way?” You questioned.

“Yes. All the way.” She answered. You got up from the table and hesitantly took off your top, leaving your chest exposed. There were a few scars from your recent top surgery.

“Continue.” Jean motioned to your pants. You sighed as you slid them down, leaving you only in your boxers. 

“You’re doing well so far. Only one more thing, Captain.” Jean urged. You took off your boxers, leaving you fully nude in front of Jean. She eyed you up and down before giving you a small smile.

“Such a handsome man, Captain. I’m glad to have you underneath me.” She cooed. You smirked at her statement. You hoped it wouldn’t be long before you were literally underneath her.

“How about you, Grand Master?” You gestured at her top half. She raised an eyebrow. 

“Are you trying to command your superior to do something, Captain?” She scoffed.

“N-No, Grand Master.”

“I thought so.” 

“Sorry, Grand Master.”

“Why don’t you lie back down on the table for me like a good boy?” Jean purred. You immediately laid back down. 

“Since you’re being such a good boy now, I’ll give you a reward.” Jean took off her top, leaving her in her bra. You eyed the way her breasts filled out her bra, feeling yourself grow more aroused. At this point, you were almost certain you could cum from how horny you were.

“I’m now going to take out my stress on you. Is that something you can handle?” Jean inquired. Handle? Hell yeah you could handle that! You’d been waiting for this! Besides, you were the one to suggest it in the first place.

“Of course, Grand Master.” 

“Good. I’m going to put that mouth of yours to good use.” She said as she climbed up onto the table. Your heart began beating faster. You were sure that you could salivate at the thought of her on top of you, and knew that you probably would be soon.

Jean balanced herself on your face, not putting her full weight on you yet. The view of her was stunning – you wanted it burned into your brain. Jean looked down at you before fully lowering herself onto your face. Your hands were glued to your side as your tongue darted out and began licking at her folds. She tasted delicious – faintly like fruit. 

“You are allowed to hold on to me.” Jean said. You immediately grabbed her thighs, pulling her closer against your lips. You were desperate to taste her, to please her. You wanted her to remember the night as vividly as you knew you would. You felt yourself getting sucked into her cunt, and you desperately sucked on her outer folds. But the pace soon wasn’t set by you, but rather by Jean. She began rubbing her pussy against your lips, riding your face. She locked her left hand in your hair, bringing your face even closer, to the point where you had to pull away at times to get air. Being trapped underneath her almost seemed like a blessing. And at least you had an excuse as to why your report wasn’t going to be finished tonight. Jean’s right hand was furiously circling her clit. You pathetically licked at her folds and her entrance, accidentally brushing your tongue against her finger several times.

“Enter me, Captain.” Jean murmured. You stuck your tongue inside her, and you could feel her walls start to clench around your tongue. You loosened your grip on her thighs and reached your hands up towards her bra. 

“Take it off.” Jean hissed as she continued to pleasure herself on you. You continued lapping at her cunt while fidgeting with her bra. Eventually it fell into a heap and you took this an okay to massage her breasts. You gently rolled her nipples, feeling them begin to grow hard. You continued palming her left breast, letting your right hand fall back to her thigh. 

Jean began fucking against you at a furious pace, to think that you had any control of it was foolish. You sucked on her folds, her arousal pooling into your mouth. Her juices and your spit were slowly dripping out of your mouth, onto the table. You gently traced along her thigh, and continued rubbing her breast in your hand. Her moans were feathery soft, which only spurred you on. Jean’s grip in your hair suddenly got tighter, to the point where you had to grip both of her thighs to negate the pain.

“You’re doing so well, Captain.” Jean said.

“Who knew that my inferior would be able to please me like this?” She continued. You said nothing, only looking up at her as you continued flicking your tongue.

“I’m going to cum soon. Suck at my clit.” Jean removed her fingers from her clit and you did as you were told. You lapped at her clit desperately, engulfing it in your mouth. Jean pulled your head against her once more before she came on you. It splattered all over your face, a bit even got in your hair. Most of her cum stuck onto your face and tongue. You cleaned up her pussy with your tongue, swallowing as much of her cum as you could. Jean got off of you and began rifling through her desk for something. Even after she came, she seemed to be ready to move onto the next thing. 

“Grand Master? What are you doing?” You questioned.

“Did you think we were done for the night? Don’t you want to cum too, Captain?” She asked and you smirked. This was truly going to be a long night.

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[thesevro]

pass him to the homie; connie springer & jean kirstein [mature]

connie springer x trans male reader x jean kirstein 2.7k words

mentioned hcs: trans male armin arlert survey corps captain! jean kirstein section commander! reader

cw: explicit smut; pwp; threesome; jealousy; penetration (p in v sex); mentions of fingering, oral sex; edging; jean is a virgin; swearing

connie is an ass here and i've been craving that

—

His body is warm against you. You pull the sheets closer, hugging Connie to you. 

“I mean, he’s a virgin, so I do kinda feel bad for him,” Connie says, pointing out this or that fact for his own sake. “And you’ve been going on and on about getting fucked like you’re the Survey Corps’ local whore—”

“That is exactly not what I’ve been saying,” you answer. “I think. I just like thinking about getting passed around. I don’t think of anybody in the Survey Corps. I only think about what it might be like to have two dicks inside me, maybe one in my mouth.” Or Armin’s pussy on your face. 

“That’s the same thing as being the whore of our Regiment.” 

“Shut up.” You press a kiss to Connie’s jaw. “You’re my only boy, you know that.” 

“But you like being called that.” Connie grins. Slips out of your hold to situate himself in his rightful position on top of you. “Don’t you?”

“So you’ll let me be one?”

Connie eyes you, distrustful. If you ask to fuck Commander Hanji he’ll throw both you and him out the window at the thoughts that sort of scenario would put in his head.

“Come on, Connie,” you urge playfully, tracing his jaw with a callused finger. “Even you said you feel bad for the poor virgin.” 

“Sure I do. So.” He gives your finger a teasing nip. “Call him over.” 

You pause. Look up at Connie. “What?”

“Bring him in here. Let me show the virgin how to fuck.”

—

“Come on, Jean.” Connie pulls your legs open wider with his hands on your thighs. You whimper and tell him to please, put it back inside, grabbing at the hand that has left your throat. “Yeah, baby, I know. I know. Shh.” His fingers leave your thigh to slip into your wet, puffy slit, thrusting in and out at a slow, temperate pace. Connie makes sure Jean sees the way his fingers come out covered in a ring of creamy fluid. Yours, and his, after he fucked you to near-orgasm maybe twice, or thrice. “I’m trying to do my boy a favor, Jean. He wants to know what it’s like to be used.” 

“And you’re” —Jean swallows as you plead with Connie again, but the other man shushes you quickly, whispering that you might lose the chance to get what you want— “You’re too nice for that, eh? While I’m not?”

“Who knows, Jean?” Connie answers. His fingers slide out of your hole to pat your thigh. Presenting you to Jean. “Why don’t you show us?”

Connie hears the desperation in your voice as you raise your own argument, pleading with Jean now. “Jean, please—please please please please, I need it. C’mon. Connie’s always so mean. Won’t you be good to me? ‘M your best friend.”

“Yeah, he’s your best friend, Jean. Won’t you help him out?” Connie grins. “If you don’t, I swear I’m going to kick your ass outta here and fuck him so good the idea of what you could’ve been doin’ is burned into your brain while he’s screaming my name.” 

“Shit, (Name),” Jean laughs. “You’re right. You’re pretty fucking mean, Connie.” 

“I’ll be a lot more than mean if you don’t fuckin’ hurry up. You’re leaving us hanging when I could be fuckin' a pair o’ twins into my boy right now.” 

“Fuck off,” Jean mutters as he pulls his zipper down and drags his pants off his legs in jerking, hasty movements. He looks up at you and Connie. Connie smirks with pride as his friend’s eyes trace the curved outline of his cock. With you spread out before Jean, your back to Connie’s chest and your sweet boy-pussy bare to the world, he wonders how in the world Jean is able to hesitate, to give you a maybe instead of the yes you deserve. But the good vibes fade fast as the other man opens his mouth to ask a stupid question,

“Do I take my boxers off or—”

“Just get over here you virgin!” you complain, cock-drunk symptoms fading with every second you don’t have something inside you. Connie pinches your clit and you gasp. Shake a little bit in his hold. 

“Be nice. Or you aren’t getting anything from either of us tonight.” 

Jean has his button-up halfway off. He'd taken his underwear off with an ungraceful, hurried flourish the moment you spoke. His cock struggles against his foreskin. It bounces as he approaches you. 

“Get on the bed,” Connie tells him. He has three fingers all the way inside you to keep you stretched out for Jean. 

Jean grimaces, ruffled at being ordered around, but joins you on the bed. He sits there. Clueless. 

“Ymir’s shit, were you not paying attention earlier?” Connie says, uncharacteristically paying no mind to your soft moans as he curls his fingers in and out of you. “Use your head, Captain Jean!”

“Um.” What a dumb way to start. Connie lets him gather his thoughts anyhow. “(Name), you’re alright with… having sex with me?”

“Tightened up just now, baby,” Connie observes, looking down at your face. His cock remains pressed against your ass, still leaking. He can’t wait to fuck Jean’s cum into you. “You want Jean to fuck you, (Name)?”

“Yes,” you sigh. “Yes, Jean—Captain, please. I want you inside me, Captain.”

Jean’s jaw goes tight. Connie does end up laughing a little bit this time. “Looks like he liked that, (Name). Well, you heard him, Captain. Let’s see how well you ride.”

Jean meets Connie’s eyes. The challenge in his voice is clear. Jean swallows again, then pulls the foreskin back to bare his cock. A breath goes out of Connie at the sight. You moan loudly, watching Jean fondle his cock, thinking of having it inside you instead of Connie’s fingers. 

Jean looks pleased with your reaction. Connie almost rolls his eyes but pulls his fingers out of your pussy as Jean moves closer. His hips meet your thighs. Jean bites his lip, teeth leaving marks in his bottom lip. The swollen flower of your pussy bare before him gets his breathing fast and uneven.

“Don’t keep me waiting, Captain.” You let go of Connie’s hand. Wrap a strong hand around Jean’s hip to pull him close. His cock ends up grinding against your pussy, sliding all the way up, rough and ridged against your juices. “I need you.” 

Jean wraps a hand around the base of his cock. Pulls his hips back, shivering with sensation as you bring your hand down over his ass down to the back of his right thigh. The head of his cock kisses your slit. He looks up and shares your intent, watchful gaze. He keeps his eyes on yours as he fucks his cock into you with slow, minute thrusts of his hips, just like Connie told him to, and is rewarded by the sight of your expression, full and tight with pleasure as he fills you up. 

“Give it to him harder, Jean.” Connie grabs onto the back of Jean’s other thigh and the man almost topples forward. “I prepped him well for us.” 

Jean ends up all the way inside you within the span of a second as you and Connie pull him in close. His mouth opens. Chest heaves. Whatever you’re doing, you’re doing it on purpose. Should you be clenching around him so tight? Clinging to the base of his cock like an unrelenting fist of velvet? The first moan that leaves him is uncontrolled, unabashed. He doesn’t see the shiver that wraps around your body at the noises he’s making.

“You’re panting like a 30-year-old virgin,” Connie says. But Jean can tell that his friend’s focus isn’t really there. Connie has his eyes on the way Jean’s cock fucks you. 

“Getting off on this, Connie?” Jean grunts out, thrusts picking up speed. But he keeps them deep, makes sure each time his cock slides inside you it kisses the part of you Connie had shown him with his fingers earlier. From the choked cries scratching at your throat, Jean knows he’s doing a great fucking job. He’s an attentive man, he can say with certainty, and with pleasure. 

“Shut yer trap and savor this, Jean,” Connie says in a rough, hard voice. Jean feels and sees the way your pussy clenches and sucks his cock in deep. He wonders just how easy it is for Connie to get you off, if barking shit at someone already has you clenching up. “I’m not letting you do this again, so hurry up and fuck him good.” 

“Connie—” you start in a choked voice. 

Connie tenses, immediately at attention. “Slow down, Jean.” Jean senses the dangerous tone in Connie’s voice and stops mid-thrust, with his cock halfway inside you. “What d’you need, baby? Talk to me.” 

You only grab at his hand, pawing at it until he lets go of your thigh, and shakily place it over your throat. On instinct, Connie squeezes, fingers wrapped around your neck in a V. Your Adam’s apple bobs. 

Jean gives a loud groan. “Fuck, he’s getting tighter.” 

“Yeah, that’s what happens when you know how to give him what he needs.” Connie presses a kiss to your cheek, grip loosening. “It’s alright (Name), I got you. Ask Jean to fuck you harder, baby. I know what you need.”

“Fuuuuck fuck fuck fuck he’s so fucking tight,” Jean says in a near-whimper. He wraps hands of steel around your thighs to steady himself. 

“Y-you gonna cum already, Jean-boy?” you say. You grab his elbow and thrust your pelvis to his. His cock slips all the way back inside you. “Come on Jean. Come on come on come on, don't stop now.” You tug the man closer to you to whisper words in his ear, “I need your cum inside me.” 

Connie blinks dumbly at your words. Jean gives a loud gasp, nearly thrown into an orgasm by your plea and the welcome clenching of your hole. 

With his eyes shut tight, Jean starts moving again. He knows that if he speeds up even a little more he’ll be spraying all over your walls, but he wants to make you feel good. He wants to know what it feels like to have you cum on his cock. So he lets you cling to his bicep with a hand as he really starts to fuck you, his mouth opening around ragged moans with every thrust.

Your head falls back into Connie’s shoulder, moans coming out as high-pitched cries. Connie squeezes your throat, has you struggling for breath as your friend fucks you like a man possessed. Their actions have you writhing against Connie, barely in control of your body. 

“Fuck, keep choking him Connie. He really fucking likes it.” 

“Believe me, I know,” Connie says. “And would you stop saying ‘fuck’? Get a grip and do what he needs you to.” 

Your body heaves and your grip begins to bruise Jean’s skin. Who would have thought that he’d ever get to top you? You, the nineteen-year-old Section Commander of the Survey Corps, who has led your soldiers to victory against even Marleyan Warriors. You, who nearly half a centurion of girls have professed their undying love for. It surprised him that Connie was the one who manhandled you in the relationship. That you bent to Connie so easily and with such fervency. That you’d beg for both him and Connie to fuck you like a whorish darling. 

“Getting close, honey? Yeah, just a little more.” Connie rubs a hand over your stomach. His accent has his words thickening as he murmurs innuendo—promises—into your ear, “Let ol’ Jean-boy fill you up.” 

Connie’s grip goes visibly white-knuckled around your neck. You struggle against him. Not because it’s too much, not because you don’t want it, but because you can’t help it with Jean balls-deep inside you and the fingers of Connie’s other hand cupping your clit. 

Jean’s body curves inward. Curls to the right. His thrusts grow unsteady. 

He stutters your name, “(Name)—(Name), oh fuck, fuck!”

And he loses it. 

You wrap your legs around his body and drag him in close. Even with the entire lack of space Jean keeps plowing into you with harsh, uneven thrusts that go shallow and deep, at a breadth and width he can’t control. The man fucks his cum into you just like you asked him to while pushing through the pain of overstimulation as he feels your own orgasm approach. He needs your cum on his cock. 

Connie’s voice descends into a ragged grunt. “Don’t let his cum go to waste (Name). Cum for him. Keep it all inside.” 

Jean’s expression forms into a grimacing wince. His body begs for him to stop. But then you throw your head back and cry out his name. 

That’s when the near-pain blooms to full-blown agony, juxtaposed with the glorious pleasure of having a boy like you cum around his cock. 

“Jean, Jean!” All coherence leaves you after his name is thrown out of your mouth. It hurts to have you clench around his cock, but the thighs you have wrapped around his waist leave him no room for any other movement. Connie pants like he’s in heat while you cum. You have him enraptured by your blissed-out countenance. 

“Just like that (Name),” Connie rumbles into your ear, words meant for only you to hear with the 70-decibel sounds you make. “Just like that. Good boy.” 

You go limp against his body moments later, gasping roughly for breath. It hurts to breathe. The muscles in your throat are run through. 

You feel Jean’s hands on you. One of his hands takes your cheek in his palm, and the other rubs a thumb lovingly into the outside of your thigh, just at your hip bone. His lips brush the corner of your mouth. 

“Thank you, (Name).” 

You soften in his hands, in Connie’s. With Jean’s cock still inside you, you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him, chaste and deep all at once. Jean pulls away after only a few moments. He can feel Connie’s eyes on him. 

“You’re such a good friend, aren’t you Jean-boy?” Connie says as Jean moves back. His heart stops. 

Oh shit. 

But Connie only turns to you. “We’re never doing this again.” 

You say nothing in answer. For a few breaths, only the exhausted pants forced out of your body fill the silence of the room. Your body creaks as you slip out of Connie’s arms, pushing Jean away.

“Fuck you guys,” you say. Jean scurries over to a corner of the bed on his hands and knees as you turn around to face Connie. “It’s my turn to show you both how to fuck.” 

Your hands steady your body, pressing into the hard muscle of his abdomen. You sit just above the place where his cock stands at attention. Leaning forward, your hardened palms slide up the expanse of muscle of Connie’s body. Your hands find his face. One clutches the side of his neck to feel the pulse there. You smile gently at the nervous hummingbird rhythm of his heartbeat fluttering against your palm. 

“It could never be anyone else, Connie,” you tell him, knowing how deeply the displeasure runs with you having shared a kiss with Jean. Your next words are like an afterthought, a secret you want only you and him to know, “God, if only you knew.” 

“Show me.” Connie runs his hands over the muscles in your back. His grip is unforgiving. “Prove it to me. Show Jean how you fuck the man you love.” 

“I think the proper term is ‘to make love to’—”

“See baby?” Connie sighs. “You got to shut him up for us.” 

“Yeah.” A slick trail of fluids, this messy composition of Jean’s seed and your cum, wets the skin on Connie’s stomach as you rise up to your knees, pussy sliding against his abs. You scoop it up with two fingers to taste it. “Mm. Not as good as yours and mine, Con.” 

“‘Course.” Connie grins. You see the sick idea form in his head. Something normal, by your shared standards. “Let’s have Jean taste ours once we’re done. Will you let him put his tongue in your pussy? Give him two minutes for it.”

A soft ‘oh’ sounds from the man behind you. “Couldja give me five?” 

“Shh, both of you,” you say in a soft voice. They shut their mouths. Wait.  “It’s my turn.” 

Connie brings his arms behind his head, watching you take him inside you with a self-satisfied grin. 

Your cum, mixed with Connie’s and Jean's, evokes a highly exquisite flavor.

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Coming out as trans to Genshin characters (bc I have new characters added ,also gn reader)

Fybjbknjjkjjhhjjkj thank y’all so much for 56 followers and all the support I’ve been getting recently ♥ Also commissions are open

characters : Aether and Jean (separate) (yes I did the overworked duo)

I’ve done : Amber ,Kaeya ,Venti ,Heizou ,Ningguang and Zhongli (linked in my master list

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Aether

When you discovered your identity ,you wanted to tell your boyfriend ,but the problem is ,he is constantly stressed and has work constantly put on him even when he doesn’t offer to help ,but the problem is he doesn’t know how to say no.

You wanted to tell him ,but you were scared this would put some stress on him or make him dislike you. So you kept it in until it ‘felt right’ to say it ,but then days turned into weeks into months and you haven’t even try to hint it.

This was until one day your dysphoria was horrible that day and you couldn’t take it anymore ,you let all your tears out and all your thoughts were attacking you ,you couldn’t escape it no matter how hard you battled ,its still just there and you can’t escape it.

until you heard

*Opens door* “(____) I’m home! “ said your boyfriend extremely excited to see you ,but ….where exactly are you? Until he heard

“*sniff* Hey (pet name) . Glad your back home” you said behind a closed door

“Babe is everything.. ok?” Aether said concerned wondering what was going on ,he always told you if you have a problem tell him ,he will solve it .Maybe you thought he was too busy for you ,maybe he didn’t give enough attention to you, maybe you.. don’t love him anymore? He instantly disagreed with the last one

But still what were you hiding from him?

He opened the door to se you disheveled and in tears on the floor of your shared bedroom.

“Babe! Are you ok? Is there a problem? Please tell me ,I will help you with anything ,I promise!” He asked well in a panic

“Y-yeah I’m fine A-Aether ,noo need to worry” you said clearly not fine

“I can see your lying to me (____) ,please tell me the truth ,I won’t judge you.” He said from a loud to quiet tone

“W-well ,*sigh*…….” You explained how you had been feeling recently and how it was affecting you ,but how you didn’t want him to worry.

“(___) I had no idea you’ve been feeling this way ,honey you know I will help you with anything and that you have my full support ” he said well snuggling into your neck

“Is there anyway I can help? Maybe getting clothing ,but then I need to schedule and think of the windblume festival and-“

“Aether I appreciate this ,but having you be with me is enough”

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Jean

You loved your girlfriend Jean ,but it always feels loney .Since she’s busy with paper work and your busy with (————-) so the two of you barely see each other ,which made it hard to process in the relationship ,but you two found a way.

recently you found out your transgender and were excited and nervous to tell your girlfriend. That was until, you realized that if you wanted to do that ,you would have to be awake at basically 3 am to see an overworked Jean. You instead decided to do it on an off day.

You also wanted this to be surprise for Jean ,because she is overworked and this is probably only one off day in the year ,so you decided to get her something.

There was one person you knew that would probably know around when she gets her off day. Barbara ,that’s because Barbara is Jean’s sister. So she would also know what to get for Jean.

The day had came where it was her off day

“Jean ,(insert pet name) ,guess what special day it is?” You say waking up next to her

“Mhmm I don’t know if remember ,but you seem more excited about this ,so that means it’s a good day for us or just you” she says drowsily

“Yep! Let’s get breakfast then go to the Windrise tree !”

‘Ok ok ,let me just get dressed ok?” She asks

“Ok Jean” you said

you wait for about 30 minutes ,until she came out in her summer uniform which is good ,because it was a hot day today

the both of you enjoyed your breakfast and ,after lots of catching up the both of you were already there.

“Jean I have something to tell you” you asked quietly “Yes anything honey.” She responded

“Well Recently I’ve found out that I think I’m a (preferred gender) and would appreciate if you call by __/__ pronouns instead ,if you don’t wanna date me anymore that’s fine.“

She was shocked at that last part ,because why would she leave you? You are one of the bests thing she has in her life. “(____)….. I didn’t know you felt that way ,but always know I will support you for who you are. And will definitely will help you on this journey. I would never leave you for who you are and you are one of the bests things I have in my life”

you look at her in awe ,until saying a very quite ,but happy ‘thank you

she grabs you into a hug and you both cuddle

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thank you for reading and ,thank you all so much for the support :��D

[kisakis-boyfriend]

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Not the Shinichiro anon but omg I loved that post!! Could I request more Shin, possibly ftm!Shinichiro?

With size kink juice and a bigger werewolf reader?? Getting hunted on Halloween full moon perhaps? 👀

Author's Note: Of course, of course! The premise for this is that reader and Shin agreed to the whole 'hunting Shin down in the woods to have sex' thing. And Shin is basically all "oh noooo, please don't fuck me Mr. Werewolf! You're so sexy aha 😩". Ya know? XD

Pairings: Shinichiro x male reader

Warnings: Male werewolf!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom/trans!Shinichiro, prior consent, size kink, prey/predator play, scratching, mentions of knotting, Shin is a massive slut

Heart pounding in his ears and leg muscles burning; Shinichiro sprints at full speed, dodging large trees left and right. The sun has officially set, and now that it's dark out, it's difficult to see at all. Only the full moon—tinted a bright yellow—illuminates the area Shinichiro has found himself in.

He swerves to the side, ducking behind a particularly massive tree, and clamps a hand over his trembling lips.

Coast clear, he thinks. Until something snarls not too far from his position.

Shinichiro freezes — digging his nails into the tree bark as he attempts to stay hidden.

He squeezes his eyes shut, waiting. Listening.

Silence.

…

…

…

Tap tap

Something taps on Shinichiro's shoulder; something sharp, though it doesn't pierce the skin.

“Nice try, human.” a low, jagged voice says.

Shin's breath hitches, and he opens his eyes — his heart skips a beat once he takes in the beast before him; an imposing, towering wolfman with eyes that practically glow like the moon, dangerously sharp claws, and thick fur covering every inch of its body.

—

He's so fuckin' cute when he's scared.

You lean over, caging the human in with your massive hands and body. “Caught ya — now you're all mine~”

His legs shake at the sound of your voice. Shinichiro opens his mouth to speak, but no sound will come out as you push closer and nuzzle your cold, wet nose into his cheek. It leaves a slight wet streak as you trail down his jawline, down to his neck, and settle there. You hum against his skin, licking at the flesh — a layer of sweat leaves a salty taste on your tongue.

“Please–” Shin pleads, his voice airy and quivering. “what are you gonna do to me?”

A clawed hand traces down his arm, ghosting across his abdomen until it reaches the waistline of his jeans. “I need what's in here.” your fingers curl under the fabric and tug as you say this. The human visibly shudders.

“Wh-huh? Wait–!” the harsh sound of jeans tearing interrupts Shinichiro's pleading, and he frantically grasps your wrist. His scent hits you all at once, and you fall to your knees, licking your lips (snout?) as you picture the treasure that awaits just beyond the last barrier on his person — just a pair of gray boxers left, and then–

Your wet tongue glides along the space between Shinichiro's legs. A hint of the human's essence penetrates through the fabric and onto your tongue — and it damn near drives you mad. Shin winces as your claws dig into his hips, too impatient to hold back any longer. His boxers are yanked down to his ankles, and your mouth is on him in seconds, lapping away happily at his pussy.

The ambient sounds of owls hooting, crickets chirping, and other woodland creatures barely mask the slurping noises as you thoroughly eat your captured human out.

With one leg now thrown over your sturdy shoulder, your tongue dances around Shinichiro's pussy — teasing more of that delicious juice out until he's completely dripping. Then, you prod around inside, extending your tongue so you may reach every crevice within the human's warm, inviting walls.

Above you, Shinichiro is panting and moaning in confused tones. One hand grips the fur on your head — his fingers flex and curl repeatedly, unsure of what exactly to do with himself.

This isn't right. I shouldn't enjoy this, but… this thing's makin' me feel good… that tongue alone–

“O-oh… oooohh~ th-there! Right there!” he directs when you brush over his clit. You chuckle, sucking on it while your human's voice goes up an octave. His thighs shake as a lustful orgasm hits him, and his essence gushes out all over your face.

The sticky juices cling to your fur, dribbling down your chin when you pull away. You meet Shinichiro's half-lidded gaze, and he chuckles as his chest heaves from that tiring activity.

“Wow… haha, that actually felt amazing. Whew…” the human admits, placing a hand on his chest as he steadies his breathing. He uses his other hand to, seemingly, pet you as if you were a dog. Affectionately, too.

After allowing him a second to breathe, you tug his body towards you, correcting “I'm not finished with you yet, little human.” you push yourself up, extending until you're taller than him once again. “Mhm, I need–” you lift Shinichiro's body up and pin him to the tree, “–more. So much more.”

The human protests as you press your hips between his legs, forcing him to wrap them around you unless he wants to fall. His back suddenly arches and he chokes on a moan — he definitely feels it. The growing erection between your legs, the one that's pressing into his still wet cunt. There are no clothes to separate your body from his, so the head of your cock is fully pressing against Shinichiro's entrance. His pussy clenches and unclenches periodically, becoming wet again even as just the tip rests in between his folds.

“Can't we… talk about this?” Shin breathes.

Puuuush–

Too late — in a, somewhat, gentle manner, you ease your wolf cock into his little cunt. The noises that come out of him are frantic, yet there's a pleasurable undertone to them as well.

“Oooaaahh?! Mm big– mmMmMMm~” the human bites his bottom lip, grabbing your biceps for support and grounding. You push inside, inching in deeper so you won't literally split the human in half, and stay there a moment.

It's stretching his insides so, soooo good. Shinichiro involuntarily clenches his pussy around your dick, and you nearly howl at the new tightness. That's enough to get you rutting into him with hunger — grabbing his waist and moving him at your desired pace.

“Ow ow ow ow!” Shin winces.

“Am I going too fast, human?”

He shakes his head 'no', then corrects “The tree… digging into my shoulder blade…”

Ah. Whoops.

You think for a moment before pulling away from the tree and crouching down, carefully laying the human down on the ground covered in dead leaves — using your keen eyesight to avoid putting him on any sticks or rocks lying around.

All the while, you're still buried in his guts, and, in your new position, you manage to nudge in deeper, until the base of your growing knot is resting against his skin.

“Remove this…” you mumble, pulling at the bottom of Shinichiro's white t-shirt. He's hesitant, so you just yank it off for him.

The human gasps, covering his chest and avoiding your gaze. So adorably shy.

You have to pry his arms away and pin them above his head, then you admire his pretty chest before groping one side with your warm, furry hand. Beginning to thrust into his hole once more, you keep a steady rhythm while your tongue descends upon Shin's nipple. He squirms under your overwhelming stimulation, but there's nowhere to go with his arms—and whole body—stuck here. He can only gradually accept your lavish appreciation of his body parts.

The other side of his chest is next, receiving an equal amount of attention from your tongue and teeth — meanwhile, his pussy is almost squirting with every drag of your cock. In and out, in and out, roughly in, then sloooowly out– repeating similar patterns as you hit so far inside you're almost hitting his cervix.

“Haah- can't take… anymore…” he pants. “You'll break my pussy if you– aaahh~ if we keep going–”

You snort, “And you'd probably like that, wouldn't ya? Little whore.”

Shinichiro grumbles, but the blush on his face is too prominent to hide. As if his cunt didn't happily suck in your cock the moment you pressed against it, too.

“Besides, what about this–” you groan as your knot incessantly pushes closer to his gaping hole. It's swollen to three times the size it was earlier, and it feels much, much heavier than before.

The human panics, eyes wide and voice shrill as he exclaims; “Nononono hang on! I can't take your kn–ooooooohhhh fuck—!! Oooohh~”

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spencer agnew x reader

reader is a new intern/assistant for the games department and her and spencer kinda hit it off

possible slow burn

spencer content <3 love you

↳˳;; ❝ fuckin' nerd ༊*·˚

here we go spencer nation this is for you and erm its somewhat slowburn ig.... no confirmation of relationship so yas... reader referred to using they/them <3

first day jitters fuckin' sucked. [y/n] could attest to that.

they rub their hands on the front of their jeans, the material somewhat grounding them as they stare at the office building... okay, technically it wasn't their first day, they had been there yesterday to set their desk up and get somewhat acquainted with the games side of the office. they met alex tran, jacqi, even vida!

but a specific glasses wearing, kickstart drinkin' idiot (alex tran's words) wasn't there. spencer agnew.. or their boss, essentially.

[y/n] didn't know why they were so nervous. it's not like spencer was a scary guy, per say... maybe he was. shaking their head, [y/n] enters the building with a semi-confident grin on their face, entering the lobby... only to be met with another body. well.. more like colliding.

"oh shit, i'm sorry dude-" "my bad-"

[y/n] collects themself as they brush off their clothes, before looking up to an average height male with curly dark hair and round glasses framing his eyes. he was... cute, in a... kind of dorky, awkward nerdy best friend in some mediocre coming of age novel. they find themself staring and quickly before they start to talk.

"you okay? we bumped pretty hard into each other... usually, i'm paying way more attention, i guess, i'm so sorry-" "hey.. you're that new intern, right? holy shit, you are. [y/n], right? what a first impression... i'm spencer by the way."

fuck. shit. fuckin' shit. of course this was their boss. they just ran into their boss, on their second first day...

"uhm... yeah. i'm [y/n], the one and only, heh. listen, i feel terrible for what i did, i can make it up to you! buy you a coffee, extra work, whatever you need, i'm willing."

their words were met with silence from spencer, and for a brief moment, they thought they fucked up royally. completely. fired on the spot.

"first meeting, an you're already asking me on a date? bold moves, [y/n], but i'm not that easily swayed." spencer's lips tug into a toothy grin, a grin that holds a teasing and chaff, a grin that promises lots of fun jokes at work, a grin that promised to keep them on their toes, to keep their heart fluttering-

[y/n] can't help but snort with a raised brow, determined to give back the same sass. if this is what it was like working here, they could get used to this place. "in your dreams, boss man. workplace relationships never work out anyway." they snap back with a laugh, which makes spencer mirror the action.

"fair enough, fair enough. i'm just pulling your chain, welcome to smosh games. i think we'll get along just fine."

[y/n] likes to agree with that statement.

only a week of working at smosh, and [y/n] was finding the place to be a second home of sorts.

alex t had quickly climbed the ranks of becoming [y/n]'s favorite person, almost like a brother figure of sorts to the newer employee. on the other end of that, spencer had grown to be [y/n]'s biggest enemy, bully, and pin in their ass.

in a loving way, of course.

the two of them would bounce off each other's energy, and could bicker for hours, and had even developed a bit of a joking beef in the office. this also led to a little.. club of sorts, smosh employees who were banking on spencer and [y/n] eventually ending up together. even mythical employees were in on this, thanks to trevor. (who would've known rhett and link would be the fan club's number one members)

of course, this had led to some unspoken feelings, at least on spencer's side of things. he refused to say a thing, workplace relationships and h.r and all that jazz or whatever. he also didn't want to seem creepy as their boss having a crush on one of the interns. the only person who actively knew about spencer's little... predicament was alex t, which kind of sucks considering how close alex was to [y/n]. so, all in all, he was fucked.

lost in his own thoughts, spencer made his way to the office kitchen to grab another kickstart when he notices [y/n] fiddling with... well, he couldn't give a shit. what mattered was [y/n] was here. he runs a hand through his hair as he approaches them from behind, a wicked grin on his lips before he gently pokes their side. the other's body jolts and spencer catches how their eyes go wide like saucers, before spinning to glare at spencer. he could tell the glare wasn't angry or upset really, but also the bubbling laugh kinda gave them away.

"hey, [y/n], whatcha doin'? anything interesting?"

the other scoffs and turns back to what they were doing, which spencer can actually see is them fixing their lunch as [y/n] releases a dramatic sigh. "i was peacefully making lunch, but now the duke of chaos himself is here."

"duke of chaos? i'm the god of chaos, thank you very much, goddess of idiocy." that earned him another friendly glare over the shoulder. this is what he adored about them. sure, they were really cute, and their laugh was like... the most beautiful song he's heard, and their hands were nice and soft and fit right in his perfectly-

spence, stop getting carried away.. right.

he adored [y/n] because they knew how to joke, how to have a laugh, to keep up with his rather snarky little comments. he really valued that in a friend or a partner, but for some reason.. playful bullying looked really good especially on [y/n]. well... [y/n]'s specific hair color looked good on them as well... and that new top - he knew it was new because maybe he overheard them talking to chanse about it - fit them perfectly, and their eye color fit them perfectly-

"anyone home in there? this is ground control to spencer agnew, do you copy?" .... oh shit, they had been talking. he stared at them with wide eyes, swallowing thickly. he felt something akin to a blush creeping up his neck to settle on his cheeks, and he knew they could see it based on the sly smirk that played onto their lips. "you're lucky it's me you're staring, y'know. think about that next time you gawk at women while zoning out."

"i wasn't-.. shut up, i wasn't gawking!" he definitely was gawking.

"you stupid fuckin' nerd. come on, we have a meeting to get to."

spencer could live with this, keeping the pretty intern a daydream away so they could keep a good work friendship with their inside jokes and their movie nights they'll end up having, spencer sharing his love for kickstarts with [y/n] who will complain but drink them anyway... as long as they were in his life, he didn't quite care what they were, or what other people thought of them. he couldn't care less if he gave his feelings away in the fleeting touches when they returned a pen they borrowed and how he made it linger, or how he stared at them like they hung the stars in the sky just for him... he didn't need a picture perfect movie ending...

all that mattered was he was their stupid fuckin' nerd, where they liked (or knew) it or not.

[sp00kymulderr]

I just want to…

Joel Miller x transmasc!reader

A lover boy drabble

Warnings/Tags/Notes: 18+. No outbreak au, Trans male reader, note that their breasts are mentioned. Mention of binding. Mention of dysphoria. feelings. LOVE. omg the love. kissing, touching, grinding, making out. Joel can't keep his hands off you. There is no universal trans experience, and therefore this is very personal to me. But if you love it, let me know so I can keep this series going. Unedited and unbeta'd. I love them so much it hurts.

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Ever since you started seeing each other, you and Joel can hardly be apart.

Half the time, you spend making out on his couch or in his truck like horny teens. Like despite his age, and your self-consciousness, you can't ever seem to keep your hands off of him.

He makes you feel like the person you always wanted to be, always craved to be. The kind of guy that men go weak for, men like Joel, all gruff and stoic and yet with you he turns into a puddle. He whimpers your name between kisses, and you can barely stop yourself from taking things further - but one thing is stopping you.

You've noticed how Joel's hands stay put, usually on your waist or hips, rarely straying further unless to squeeze your ass while you straddle him on the couch. He's being respectful, but you've felt the way his fingers grip and twitch, like he's stopping himself from moving them further.

You'd spoken about this before, how sometimes you can't be touched, sometimes it's difficult for you to feel reminders of your feminine features, and when the dysphoria is bad you can barely bring yourself to even look in a mirror, let alone let this handsome man grab handfuls of you and make you feel less of a man under his touch.

Joel understands it. He's more respectful then you anticipated, somehow. He kisses you slowly, softly, lets you set a pace, make the rules. He lets you take the lead, as you grind against each other in the drivers seat, parked outside his house because you know what will happen if you go inside, and maybe you aren't ready yet. And baby, that's okay, he whispers against your lips.

Tonight. Well, tonight you couldn't stop yourself. It was less a walk and more that you floated from his car to his porch to his living room to his sofa. Onto his lap, into his large hands, caressing carefully down your sides as you kiss him desperately and moan into his mouth.

And tonight, unable to stop himself, his hands move just an inch higher than usual, just beneath your chest. And his hips grind up into yours, something large and hard and needing under his jeans that makes you practically quiver with your own dreamt upon desires.

And he asks. Tonight, he asks.

“Can I touch you, baby?” Joel asks, the deep timbre of his voice vibrating through your ribcage. It’s the hottest fucking thing a man has ever said to you, and he says it like that?

“Yeah, god, yes… just- Not…not there…” You say, wash of shame through you because what if he wants to touch you there most, what if that’s what he’s been dreaming about, waiting for.

“Hey…” He takes your chin between finger and thumb, soft as he makes you look at him “Show me where”

At once you heart stops and starts, your body shivers with the lust in his voice, the desire to know you however you most want to be know. Everything on your terms. He wants what you want, and this is the first time with anyone that you've really felt that.

And maybe this is the moment you know he's the one.

He gives you a gentle, easy smile. Encouraging. You let out a shaky breath and run your hands through his salt and pepper curls before you nod, and return a shy smile of your own.

"You're really something, Joel Miller"

"I just want to make you feel good" Joel chuckles softly, shakes his head. Your stomach flips, falling fast and hard and it would be fucking terrifying if you weren't with him, in his arms.

"You gonna let me make you feel good, baby?"

You can't help the warm feeling that dances through you at his words, the raw honesty in them. He doesn't just want you, he wants your pleasure, and he's not shy about the fact. If he wasn't still holding you tight on his lap, you might've just melted into nothing right now, or maybe floated away.

Your eyes meet his again, no more trepidition or shyness to you, not now you know. Not now he's got you, never letting go of you as far as you can tell. It would be something else, to have someone like this fall in love with someone like you. To need you.

Is this what it feels like? To be someone's person? To be his man.

Wordlessly, you take his hands which are still perched carefully on your hips. One, you guide up but careful to stop it before it hits a place you can't be touched today.

"Right now it feels nice here, just beneath…or just above. Sometimes I bind, and i'll be okay with you touching all over. Sometimes I'll just want you to touch everywhere, with no rules" You explain softly, watching his eyes follow where you lead his hand.

You let out a shaky breath, and move his other hand down to the meat of your ass, let him paw at you there.

"That's…that's good. Yeah. Always good when you do that"

Joel mumbles something before he's capturing your lips in another searing, passionate kiss. This one doesn't end, doesn't want to. Neither of you can pull away, and paws at you, gropes, squeezes, worships as he whimpers against your lips. His hips are bucking up harder, grinding into you and it's overwhelming in the best sense as he shows you just how much he wants you to feel comfortable and good and perfect with him.

"Fuckin' love touching you, wherever you want to be touched, baby. You just tell me what you need, I'll always give it to you. Yeah?" The words are more a growl of desire rising up from deep within him, some primal thing awoken with the desperate grind of his hips, whilst his lips kiss down from yours until they're pressed against your pulse point and nipping greedily.

"You're the most handsome guy I've ever met. Most perfect. I just want to…"

And he doesn't even need to say what he wants, not this time.

"I want you to. I- I want…here, like this"

And it's the boldest you've been with the man since you started dating, but never once does he make you feel like any of this is a rush. You pull his hand down, let him cup you through your jeans while he bites at your flesh like you're the most delicious thing he's ever been allowed to taste.

You grind down on his hand, the heel of his palm and the friction of your clothes making a sensation that makes glimmering bright stars shoot behind your lids.

"Like that. Like that"

"Just want you to feel as good as you make me feel"

"I do, Joel"

And then there are no more words. Nothing else to say. The gasps and the whines and the moans are all that there needs to be. While he follows your guidance, and keeps you comfortable, whilst also make you fall apart - all for him to put together again, and again, and again.

"Hey" he murmurs into your hair after, "You good, baby?" And you can barely reply with anything but a giddy muffled giggle into his chest. Good might be the understatement of the year.

And then he says.

"How'd I get so lucky, to get a guy like you?"

And yeah, you can tell by the uncontrollable flutter of your heart.

It's him.

And now it's him and you.

[rashoumon-homo]

Hands (Chuuya x Reader)

Chuuya x Trans Male Reader, NSFW

-> Content Warnings: trans male reader, oral (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), amab terms for afab parts, “wetness” is mentioned but otherwise no fem terms

-> 1.7k words

Author’s Note: this was my first time writing trans smut and it was really really hard for me. Hopefully this is beneficial and euphoria-inducing to someone out there who doesn’t get to see themself represented in reader insert fanfic often.

NSFW CONTENT AHEAD - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

The first time you watched Chuuya tug off his gloves, you knew those hands would be the death of you. The smooth skin of his palms, those long, powerful fingers. How might they feel loosely caged around your neck? Slipped under the hem of your shirt, roaming along the expanse of your waist and abdomen?

It was no more than a fantasy; a guilty pleasure of yours. Until, a week or so after you’d started dating, you were walking side by side and he casually grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers into yours. Even with the glove acting as a layer between you, the warmth of his skin seeped through to yours. The muscles in his palms, in each section of his fingers, flexed ever so slightly as you both moved, reminding you of their presence. His hand was smaller than you expected, about the same size as yours. But he was much more confident with it, which lent to the impression it was larger than it was. He’d rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand to relax you, though it had much the opposite effect. The gentle pressure sent shivers down your spine, collecting and pulsing between your legs. It seemed your body wanted to feel that rhythmic, gentle pressure somewhere else.

When he pinned you against the wall and kissed you for the first time, his hands were a significant part of the equation. One held your waist while the other slid from the side of your neck to your jaw, his leg slotted between yours all the while. He pressed his thigh into your throbbing dick as he kissed you, coaxing a small groan from your mouth. Even while kissing, he moved deliberately; never half-assing or doubting his movements for a moment. He was confident. Dominant. Though trapped between the cool brick and his warm body pressing into you, you didn’t feel cornered or afraid; far from it. You wanted more.

Then came the fantasies. You wrote it off as innocent curiosity at first, wondering whether the pads of his fingers would be rough or smooth under the gloves. One thing led to another, and you were imagining his hands sliding over the sensitive part of your waist, squeezing the curve of your ass, pushing your thighs apart to venture between your legs. Those skilled hands would know all the right spots to touch, to press and stroke, to bring you to orgasm. The thoughts themselves were enough to aid you when getting yourself off, at least. At the rate things were going, all he’d have to do is reach for your belt and you’d cum in your pants like a teenager. Luckily for you, you lasted a bit longer when the time came.

You were spread out on his mattress, still dressed, while he stood at the foot of the bed and slipped off his jacket. He eyed you hungrily as he continued to undress, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time at a deliberately slow pace. You licked your lips and swallowed. When you reached to take off your own clothes, he stopped you.

“I want to unwrap you myself,” he said, eyes trailing up and down your body. He tossed his shirt aside and knelt on the bed between your legs, pushing them to a bent position to give himself more room. He handed you another pillow to prop up your head, looking a little nervous for the first time since you’d met him. “You comfortable, baby?” he asked, resting his hand on your knee.

You nodded. “I’m fine,” you reassured him. “Just really fucking horny.”

Chuuya laughed lightly, now finally reaching for the button on your jeans. “That I can help with.”

You could feel the pressure of his fingers near your groin as he undid the button. Only a couple layers of fabric separated you from his touch. The tug of the zipper was unbearable, sending miniature vibrations through the fabric of your underwear. Nowhere near enough to get off from, but enough to tease you. Without thinking, you bucked up into his touch.

“Ahh, sorry,” you said quickly, hiding your face in embarrassment.

“Hey,” he said softly, pulling your hands away. “Don’t hide, baby. You being eager is a good thing.”

He tugged your pants off and threw them to the side, but hesitated before reaching for the waistband of your boxers. He ran his knuckles lightly over the fabric over your crotch, pressing a little harder at the moist patch you’d left.

“So wet for me already…” he murmured. He glanced up then, and asked, “Is that alright for me to say?”

You nodded, then guided his hand higher to where your dick throbbed against the fabric. “Though, I prefer you to point out how hard I am as a measure of arousal.” He nodded, experimentally petting over it through your boxers.

“As long as you don’t use any words you wouldn’t use for an amab guy, it’s fine,” you reminded him.

“Before I start, are you okay with my fingers inside?” he asked.

“Please,” you said quickly. Then shyly, you added, “Would you be okay with taking off your gloves? I’ve kind of been fantasizing about that for a while.”

Chuuya grinned, then tugged off his gloves with his teeth. And there were his beautiful, slender hands, exposed to the air once more. They reached for your waistband, knuckles just grazing your skin, as he pulled your boxers off.

Chuuya swallowed, eyes wide as he took in the sight before him. “God, that’s sexy,” he breathed.

He gripped the undersides of your thighs to spread them wider, positioning you. Rather than go for your dripping hole first like you expected, he rubbed his thumb along the underside of your dick. It throbbed against his touch, and you let out a short moan. He did it again, eliciting a similar reaction.

“You wanna jerk me off, baby?” you asked with a lazy smile. “Here, try like this.” You pushed his hand aside with your own and curled your finger, showing him how you like to jack off on your own. He copied the motion and pretty soon had the hang of it.

You moaned, arching your back to angle your hips towards him. “So good, baby,” you praised.

Chuuya slid his finger down to your hole and pushed it in with ease. He added another on the next thrust, curling them inside you as he moved them. “So warm,” he murmured.

“More,” you groaned. Your dick ached with need.

Continuing to stroke his fingers inside of you, he took your dick into his mouth. His eyes flicked up to study your reactions as he tried a mix of sucking it and rolling his tongue over it at different intensities.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned. Your breath came out as short gasps as you writhed under his touch. “Feels so fucking good.” Those hands really were magic, the way they pressed into you just right. And his mouth must have been sent from heaven, with how expertly he sucked dick.

Chuuya’s free hand pressed down on your hip to hold you in place. His hips were moving, you noticed, as he grinded against the bed. After a broken moan of yours, he groaned against your dick, sending vibrations shooting through you like lightning.

“Chuuya!” you gasped. A familiar heat started to gather in your groin. Your eyes rolled back and you gripped the sheets so hard your knuckles turned white. “Chuuya… fuck, Chuuya… ‘m gonna-”

Your whole body tensed and you let out a loud cry, clenching down hard on Chuuya’s fingers. He slowed down but continued to fuck you through the orgasm.

He took his mouth off your dick and must have at some point started rambling words of praise because when you came back down, he was murmuring, “…hot like that, the way you look when you cum, you’re doing so good for me baby boy, so perfect.”

You breathed heavily, muscles finally relaxing. Your skin was covered with a sheen of sweat and you felt exhausted but happy. When you looked down at Chuuya, he was looking back at you with such adoration it made you feel shy all over again.

“Taking my fingers out now,” he warned. He slid them out, then quickly grabbed a tissue to catch the majority of the cum dripping from them. He gave you a kiss on the forehead, then said, “I’m gonna wash my hands and then I’ll come clean you up, ‘kay?”

You nodded, and closed your eyes. There was the sound of the bathroom sink once, then twice, then the pressure of him sitting on the bed alerted you to his return. He gently cleaned you up with a warm washcloth, then set clean pajamas at the end of the bed.

“You should probably go piss before you fall asleep,” he said. “I heard it’s important.”

“You did your research,” you said, surprised.

“Well, yeah,” he said, as if it was obvious. “I wanna take good care of my boyfriend. If that means doing some extra reading, I’ll do it.”

Your eyes crinkled into a smile. “Babe! When I get back from the bathroom, I want cuddles, so get ready.”

In the bathroom, you changed into the pajamas Chuuya had lent you, smiling at your reflection in the mirror like an idiot. And true to your word, as soon as you came back to the bedroom, you hopped in beside him and snuggled into his arms. The comforter had been replaced with a new one - luckily all the mess had been on top of it instead of the sheets.

Chuuya kissed you as you settled into the sheets, stroking the back of your head lovingly.

“Thank you for taking such good care of me- for everything really. I’m sorry I didn’t get you off too,” you said.

“Oh, uh…” he said, blushing. “I kinda… came while sucking you off?”

Your eyes widened and you grinned. “You did not!”

Chuuya shrugged sheepishly.

“And here I thought I was gonna be the one to cum before even getting touched,” you snickered.

“Hey!” he said, shoving your arm.

You caught him in a kiss, and the two of you laughed together until you fell asleep tangled in each other’s arms.

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[romanarose]

Happy Birthday, Joel

Trans!Joel Miller x m!reader

Summary: No one really knows Joel. Not the way you do.

Warnings: Uhhhhhh being closeted trans? I guess breif use of dead name, but for me personally the name I was born with doesnt bother me, and I have a few trans friends who feel the same, so I'm not gonna dance around it.

Immersivity: Reader is amab and male

A/N: This is for my dead @justagalwhowrites Joel's birthday celebration! I chose the gender swap, and even though it's not neccecarily gender swap because gender is gender, this is a pre-transition Joel Miller. I paired it with friends to lovers <3 I've seen at least one person talk about trans Joel as a concept and I love it! Below I'll have other trans concepts of mine liked

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No one understood him like you did.

He was your best friend, and you were the only person he trusted enough to tell you his secret.

Melissa Miller was a man.

"What about Felix?" You ask him, flipping through a book of names they had gotten at the book store. The clerk treated them like they were expecting a baby, so happy and bubbly and asked when they were expecting. You didn't blame her, honestly.

In 1979, it was in vogue to have short hair, certainly not anything shocking even if the fashion was Ferrah Faucet style, long silky mousy brown hair, or afros. When he cut his hair into a pixie, Mrs. Miller lost her shit and called him a lesbian but that was just Mrs. Miller. He still looked feminine, even if you didn't see him that way. To you, he was a man.

He cringed. "Do I look like a twink to you?"

That made you laugh. "No, no you do not." He still looked more effeminate, but more like a tomboy girl than anything. Some curves for sure, even though he wore a tight sports bra most days. That should've been your first clue. While most girls were trying to make their chest bigger, he was trying to reduce it. Still, he worked on a farm, had muscles that matched his strength. Even before he came into his own with his muscles, he always had more of a straight body type which you loved.

"Give me another"

You were trying out name ideas. It was getting exhausting never referring to him as anything. Not that you could call him anything in public, but there were moments... stolen glances, little touches, times when you thought maybe is feelings for you matched yours for him.

"Theod-"

"Absolutly not."

You slam the book shut, watching him lay on the grass... it was his birthday, 20th to be expect, and he had wanted to just spend it out of the farm with you, so you packed a picnic. Still, birthday or not he was driving you insane.

"You said you liked old names!"

"Not ones that sound like some rich British asshole!"

You groan, watching him laugh as he sprawled out. Jean, flannel, tee shirt... all baggy of course. Despite the sports bra, you could see the swell of his tits.

He peaks up at you. "Well, get on with it!"

"Fiiiiine" Only because it was his birthday. And because picking a name with him seemed special, sacred. and it was his birthday. And because you loved him.

You reopen your book. "Abel?"

He seems to mull it over. "Hmmm. I like it...."

"But it's just not right, is it?"

He shakes his head. "Nah, but it's close."

You skim the names over, flipping through, skipping chunks, trying to find something that fit YOUR friend. He deserved the best.

"What about Joel?"

There was silence. "Joel... Joel Miller... wow.... I really like that. Rolls off the tongue." You watch the smile spread across his face. He sits up. "Joel Miller. Do you think it fits me?"

You're smiling back. "It really does. I think it's perfect. I mean, we can keep look-"

"No!" He cuts you off but this time you arent annoyed. He's bubbling with joy, giddy as he bounces in his spot. "I love it."

"Joel it is then!"

You don't see it coming when he kisses you. As quickly as it started, he pulls away. "Shit. Shit, I'm fuck'n sorry man, I just got-"

You grab his flannel and pull him back to you, kissing him deeper now. Joel's body submits to you immediately, melting into your touch and humming as you lay him down on the grass.

"Wanted you for so long..." You murmur into his mouth, not daring to pull away. "My man..."

He smiles against your skin. "Your man?"

"Mine, and mine only." You settle your knee between his legs, hearing Joel whimper. He was far from a blushing virgin, you knew. Many a man had taken him to bed before he realized what he was. But none of them understood him like you. None of them knew Joel Miller. You touch him, avoiding his chest you knew he didn't like attention drawn to, and feeling the muscles on his stomach. He was your man.

"Happy birthday, Joel"

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I hope you likey!!!!! I've been enjoying writing some trans content and i hope you do too!!!!

Here are some others ive done

About a Girl series: Joel meets reader, not realizing at first she's trans. All about acceptance, queer issues, family, found family, love, kindness.

You'd love me if i was a worm, would you love me if i was a man?: reader comes out to Santi

Joel take a strap: Joel's husband is a transman, and he finds a strap

Big Boys Dont Cry: Trans Santi Trans Reader smut

thank you all!!!

I've considered doing something with the trans logan stuff I've seen.... anyone in?

Tagging those i thought might enjoy!

@my-secret-shame @beefrobeefcal @pedge-page @for-a-longlongtime @crowandmousewritingco

[memory-and-sky]

hobie x male reader """""""""dating"""""""" hcs?

okay this is something i can work on and get done relatively quickly. THANK YOU FOR THIS ANON! to everyone who’s sent in asks for fics, they are being worked on, i swear🙏 hope you like this though!

word count: i dunno, it’s a good chunk of headcanons

containing: explicit mention of homophobia, brief description of injury via fighting, small small small sexual reference, hobie brown x m!reader, could be cis or trans but i wrote this with cis males in mind

the rest of the headcanons are under the cut!

“dating” headcanons

hobie brown x male!reader

since Hobie lives in the 70s in Britain, gay rights weren’t really…. y’know, the best.

for your safety and his, the most he’d do in public is holding your hand. and even that was a big sign of rebellion. holding hands with a person of the same sex? how scandalous!

anyway, while holding your hand, he’d love to put both your hands in his pocket, especially if you run cold (like me :P).

he’d totally be the type to rub his thumb slowly on your palm, too.

Hobie knows a lot of people, especially in the queer and punk scenes. he gets invited to a lot of house parties, and feels safer to put your relationship on display more then, but he’s definitely not over the top with it.

a simple arm over the shoulder, around your waist, or a hand in the back pocket of your jeans, though he doesn’t need PDA to show your relationship off.

“Have ya seen this new patch on the ol’ battle jacket? Or this pin? Yeah, my lovely boyfriend made ‘em fo’ me. Gorgeous, innit?” [speaking to a random friend]

“Have ya had the pleasure of meetin’ my boyfriend yet?”

“I thought you said you hated labels…?”

“Mmh, (y/n)’s influential like tha’. Clearly ya haven’t met ‘em.” He’d say, undoubtedly with a smirk plastered on his face.

i really don’t think Hobie would get particularly jealous over you.

of course he loves you with all his little gay heart, but he doesn’t feel insecure or get upset at you or anything if you talk (or flirt) with another guy (as long as you communicate). if anyone is flirting with you and you seem really disinterested, he’ll totally intervene.

maybe hold you in a way that makes it clear you’re together, or explicitly tell the dude that you’re not interested.

but he doesn’t like treating you like an object he ‘owns’ at all, it’s why he’s pretty hesitant to slap the ‘boyfriend’ label down on your relationship right away.

and the 70s were a sexual revolution! revolting against gender norms and relationship norms, stuff like that.

if anybody ever dared ask you two ‘so who’s the man and the woman in the relationship?’ or ‘who’s the top and who’s the bottom?’ Hobie would be dreadfully disgusted and educate them immediately.

speaking of sexual revolution and whatnot, Hobie would be down for polyamory if you were.

you two have a very good line of communication, and if you wanted to open your relationship and communicated that to him, he’d be fine with it.

you’re so great, he gets how other guys might fall in love with you, too.

Hobie would give the best gifts, try and change my mind. whether it’s for your anniversary, birthday, or just a random gift, they’re always handmade.

maybe he’ll make you a piece of clothing like a shirt, hand-pick a bouquet for you, or even customizing/fixing one of your old clothing pieces with a bit of added Hobie flair.

Even small things, like a charm, pin, or patch have so much love put into them because he loves you!

touching on my first point again, homophobia was very present outside of the queer/punk scene, even in some aspects of the punk community he didn’t feel welcome at all.

usually, he’d tell people where to shove their opinion, but sometimes he’d feel completely unsafe to be himself around anyone.

yeah, he’s spider-man, but he’s also a very young adult. he could fight people, and he definitely used to, but he hated coming home to you being worried sick about all the horrible bruises, cuts, and scrapes on him.

back to the lighthearted stuff, he’s definitely the type of guy to cook for you.

doesn’t matter what meal it is, he’s gonna make it for you if he has the chance to. and he actually makes good food, despite living in Britain his whole life.

if you’ve got issues with trying new foods, his place will always be stocked full with your safe foods no matter what.

you’ll eat together, and he’ll gaze dreamily at you, wondering how he ever got so lucky to land such a stellar guy like you.

this man loves coming home after a long day, popping in a VCR for a movie of some sort (TV could be in your bedroom or living room, doesn’t matter), and just cuddling with you.

he doesn’t mind being either the big spoon or little spoon, but tends to like being big spoon cause he likes holding you close to him so much.

he’s very scrawny, but doesn’t mean he won’t love you all the same, and hold you tight.

one more thing, Hobie loves you above all else. he’ll protect you and fight for you anytime you need. when it comes to his partners, he does not play around!!

[kylesgarrick]

user kylesgarrick actually posts a fic?! (or drabble idk)

smut below the cut, ftm!gaz x top!sub!male reader. please remember this is my first ever fic, so it's not going to be perfect. writing tips appreciated, but please don't be rude. very rushed, and did not proof read.

trans!gaz who basically fell in love with you the second he saw you at the local bar, sipping on a beer while talking to one of his friends. soap instantly realised gaz wasn't paying any attention to what he was saying, so when he follows gaz's gaze to see who he was looking at, he was surprised when he saw you.

but although soap was surprised, that didn't stop him from trying to set you and gaz up together. he pushes gaz over to you, before chuckling and running off into the crowd. gaz was pissed, looking around for soap, until he looks up at spots you looking down on him.

neither of you know how it happened, all you remember is having a few drinks together, dancing, and now you were here, in the public bathrooms, making out in a stall. you felt his hands push you down onto the toilet so he could sit in your lap, which you didn't mind at all. the second you sat back down, his lips were on you again.

when he finally unzipped your pants and took your hard cock out, he started at it with wide eyes, stroking it slowly. at first, his strokes were heavenly, but after a while you couldn't stand the teasing pace. you bucking your hips up to try get more pleasure from his slow strokes. you hear his soft, low chuckle as he stops your hips by straddling you with his legs and making you whine.

when he hears your whine, he covers your mouth, whispering in your ear. "don't be too loud, wouldn't want anyone else to hear us, right pretty boy?" you look up at him and softly nod. he finally decides you've suffered enough taking his hand off your cock, at first you whine at the loss, until you see him sliding off his boxers and jeans.

he pulls his jeans and boxers fully down to his feet, revealing his bare pussy. you lean back and admire the sight. gaz’s unbuttoned shirt, revealing his perky nipples and a happy trail leading to his bush and dripping heat. when you feel his tight cunt wrap around your length you groan, instantly closing your eyes and throwing your head back from the pleasure.

he doesn’t waste any time as he instantly starts bouncing on your cock, setting a fast and rough pace while almost forcefully grabbing the back of your head and pushing you into his chest. you instantly get the hint and start licking/sucking on his nipple, using your hand to play with the other one.

you hear his grunts and heavy breathing while he continues riding you, he was so tight it was almost painful. almost. you looked down, seeing your cock covered with gaz’s juices. you can feel yourself start to get close, and gaz can tell by the sounds you’re making and the way your cock twitches inside of him.

“i-im close..” you pant, he just smirks, leaning towards your neck and marking hickies into it. biting down, before kissing the spot he bit and massaging it with his tongue. that was it for you, it was too much. the sound of skin slapping, gaz’s grunting, and him marking you, made you cum. filling him up to the brim.

but gaz doesnt stop, kissing his way from your neck up to your ear before whispering : “cmon, you’ll be a good boy and wait till im finished, hm?” you nod rapidly, and he chuckles. your dick was starting to sting as the pleasure started slowly turning into pain, cock stinging. you start to rub gaz’s clit as he rides you, causing his hips to buck, almost ruining his pace. when he finally finishes, he flops onto you.

you both put your clothes back on and walk out of the bathroom, trying to act casual but failing miserably when soap walks up to gaz and winks, “nice one.” soap smirks. you walk out of the bar, taking a cab home, but you couldn’t stop thinking of gaz. how pretty he looked when riding you, the marks he left that’d probably stay a while, and just everything about him. when you got back home to your lonely apartment, you were feeling a mix of happiness and loneliness, hoping to meet gaz again.

you put your coat on the coathanger and a note falls out of the pocket, it reads : ‘call me, pretty boy’ with gaz’s number at the bottom.

writing tips appreciated!!!

@gazmialmagemela

[liyatime]

💭 . . . " sextape " . . 🎥. ( very short , sorry )

🎥 pairing ; haechan x (cuntboy/trans) male reader

🎥 genre ; nsfw , fluff

🎥 cw ; male/(trans)male intercourse , kissing , description of afab genitalia (cunt , pussy, etc.) , cursing

you were sat on haechan's bed , clothes off and body exposed. he was in front of you videotaping you , feeling your body up and teasing your sensitive nipples.

he took his hand off and directed his camera to your pussy , spreading it open , allowing the cold air to hit the inside. you moaned and threw your head back. "are you gonna play with your pussy for the camera?" he said , smiling like a pervert. your fingers dipped down to your cunt , slowly rubbing it with your fingers and toying with your clit. you were so close and you could feel your climax creeping up on you.

"haechannie.. gonna cum.." you whimpered. hearing that , haechan got closer to you and set the camera down on the nightstand in your direction. he got on his knees and pushed you down , grabbing your legs and settling his mouth onto your pussy. he was filming himself eating you out , sucking your hot and sensitive clit , and licking up the slick that leaked out your cunt.

"so close.. don't stop , please.." you whimpered , he rubbed your clit with his thumb as he ate you out , you were so sensitive and you were going to cum for him. he rubbed your clit faster and you screamed , "cumming..!" instead of cumming , you squirted all over his face , which he gladly lapped up with his tongue. "good boy.." he said as he used his jean jacket sleeve to wipe his mouth , "you came so much and just for me.. how good you are.." haechan rubbed your leg and stood up , undoing his pants as you settled onto your knees , you know what he wants , and your glad to do it for him.

he took out his 7 inch dick and slapped it against your face , turning your cheek red with each slap. "you want my dick that bad? you got on your knees immediately.." he said as he rubbed his leaking tip against your top lip. you opened your mouth and took his dick in your hands , haechan just stood there and let the magic happen. you began to kitten lick his tip and leave kisses on it , he chuckled sexily and you began to lift his shaft and take his dick into your mouth...

the camera continued to roll and eventually it died , you guys fucked for hours , it was soon sunrise and you were both passed out on the bed , you in his arms , drooling on his chest.

cw ; my phone's literally at 2% lmaoooooo SORRY IT'S SO SHORT AUUSHSMSMSM i had to write something , i dont wanna fall off lmao

[gggukniverse]

cool with you | jjk

title: cool with you

pairing: jungkook x trans male!reader

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship au

summary: the dysphoria hits you as you're getting ready to go out with your friends but jungkook is there to make you feel better.

warnings: a little breakdown because of dysphoria, mentions of a gender-affirming surgery, jungkook calls you love because i'm a SLUT for that petname.

wordcount: 2.7k

note: hey 👀 so... i'm aware that there's not a lot of male!reader and trans male!reader content here so i wanted to try and write a cute little drabble for people who might want to read this type of content. i hope you like it a lot !!!

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"can i borrow one of your shirts?" you ask loud enough for jungkook to hear from the bathroom after having no luck finding a nice shirt in your side of the closet.

"of course you can," jungkook replies with his voice a little muffled and you turn to the open bathroom door, he's brushing his teeth. "you don't even have to ask." he adds.

"okay, thanks babe." you blow him a kiss and he winks at you before moving back to the sink.

you quickly find a nice oversized soft pink shirt with a darker pink drawing on it. you don't waste any time, taking your shirt off immediately and put his on, walking towards the mirror to check the look. it's a cute look, jungkook's shirt looks good with your baggy light blue jeans with wide pockets.

but you hate it. you like the fit but you hate how it looks on you. and it is all because of the same thing as always, your chest. your stupid chest that always ruins everything. you can see the curve on your shirt from your boobs even with your binder on and you fucking hate it. you hate it so much that when you look up to see the reflection of your face in the mirror you can notice how miserable you look all of the sudden.

it's not always like this. usually, you just suck it up because there's nothing you can do about it for now, but sometimes the dysphoria hits too much and it feels like you're drowning in all of your insecurities.

"ah, isn't that shirt cool?" jungkook speaks behind you and you turn around to look at him. his smile completely fades away as soon as he sees you. "what happened?" he asks, his wide eyes suddenly filled with worry.

you're so lucky to have jungkook, just one look at you and he already knows something is up. he always knows.

"i... i don't..." the worst thing is that you feel embarrassed to say it out loud.

jungkook has been your boyfriend for over two years. you met him when you had just started transitioning and he always supported you, right from the start. you know he will always be there to listen to your worries and insecurities because he loves you, so you shouldn't be embarrassed about things like this. but even after everything, it is still difficult.

you turn back to the mirror and take another look at yourself, slightly turning to check your profile. your shoulders drop and you sigh in disappointment when you can clearly see your stupid chest through the shirt.

"love." jungkook speaks with that gentle and careful tone, like he's thinking about what he could say to comfort you because of course he knows what's wrong. but he doesn't really say anything, he just walks up to you and wraps his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder and looking at you through the mirror.

"what?" you avoid his eyes as yours go down to your chest, then to his arms wrapped around you. he has strong arms and they make your body look so small when he holds you like this. you kinda wish you were also big and strong like him, the only thing that's keeping you from having another dysphoria breakdown over not being bigger is how nice it feels to be held by him.

"you look really cool." your boyfriend says as he looks up and down your body but you can only sigh.

"i look stupid." you say.

"you don't." he lifts his head from your shoulder to instead nuzzle against your neck, leaving a sweet little kiss on it.

"i do," you insist and jungkook's breath hits your neck from how he sighs. "i don't even know why you..." you shut your mouth before finishing the sentence because it would hurt too much to say it but jungkook looks up from your neck with a frown and rests his chin on your shoulder again, never breaking the backhug.

"why i what?" he asks curiously, his eyes narrowed as they look straight into yours through the mirror.

"i don't- i don't know why you like me." the knot in your throat almost doesn't let you finish the sentence but you somehow do.

"what?" jungkook frowns, he looks at you like you've said the craziest thing he's ever heard. "literally what the hell are you talking about?" he actually sounds mad and you flinch a little at the tone of his voice but he instantly turns you around to face him and he cups your cheeks with his hands. "can you please tell me why you think that?"

"it's not that i think you don't like me," you clarify, suddenly feeling even smaller. "but i don't know... you like boys, and i don't look like a boy. it feels like i'm not... manly enough." you mutter, your voice so quiet with embarrassment that you're sure jungkook wouldn't have heard you if he wasn't so close to you.

"are you a boy?" jungkook asks simply.

"jungkook-"

"are you?"

"yes."

"then why are you saying those things?" he brushes your cheeks with his thumbs. "i could not care less about what's under your clothes and if you look more or less manly, whatever the hell that means."

"but i care," you say and immediately look down when your voice breaks and the first tear rolls down your cheek. you can hear jungkook sigh, not an annoyed sigh but a defeated sigh, you know this is not easy for him either and you can't blame him. "i'm so tired." you put your hands over your face as you start crying and jungkook wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him in a warm hug.

"it's okay, love, i'm here." he rubs your back as you wrap your arms around his waist and bury your head on his chest, not having half a mind to feel bad for wetting his shirt with your tears.

"i just want to feel good with myself, it's all i've wanted for years, but it's so hard." you sob against his chest.

"i know it is." jungkook hums and holds your head to his chest with one of his hands, slowly brushing your hair to try and calm you down a little.

"i go out and strangers refer to me as a girl, i look in the mirror and i don't see a boy, my body sucks... i fucking hate it." you're full on sobbing now. you're crying like a baby and jungkook is so gentle with you, he holds you until your sobs have turned into little whimpers and a little headache is starting to bother you. that's what you hate about crying, the headache after.

"look at me, y/n." jungkook speaks softly, as if not to disturb you.

you look up at him and he quickly brings his hands to your face, cupping your cheeks gently and starting to wipe your tears away. "i'm sorry." you sniff and he frowns.

"why are you sorry, love?" jungkook leans down and leaves a kiss on your forehead that makes you feel a little giddy even in your current state.

"i don't know," you force a chuckle. "for crying over something so stupid."

"it's not stupid," he shakes his head. "it's something that is upsetting you, that's never something stupid."

"i love you." you say and feel a little better when he smiles.

"i love you too," jungkook gives your lips a little kiss. "and you look fucking cool with this fit." he adds.

"i don't," you insist and ignore the way he rolls his eyes to turn around again and look in the mirror. "i'll wear a big hoodie or something, anything that covers this." you point towards your chest in frustration.

"it's really hot outside, if you wear a hoodie you're gonna melt into the ground." jungkook says and sits on the edge of your bed, not taking his eyes off of you.

"i don't care," you say. "those are the types of things you have to endure, but you wouldn't understand," you turn around to gesture at him with your hand. "you already have that flat chest, you have nothing to worry about."

"don't hate the player." he puts his hands up and you can't help but chuckle a little.

"stupid..." you mumble as you go back to look for some other clothes in the closet.

"also, not to brag but i might have more boobs than you." jungkook jokes and you throw your head back in laughter. you appreciate that he knows how to make you laugh in moments like this.

"yeah, if you don't stop going to the gym." you say, going through his clothes.

"you want me to stop going to the gym?" he asks and you turn around to look at him. jungkook is looking at you with a dangerous smirk and a cocked eyebrow.

"careful," you warn him and he breaks in a laugh. "you know i don't want you to stop going." you walk towards him until you're standing between his spread legs.

"i know," jungkook hums as you run your hand through his soft hair. he puts his hands on your thighs as to keep you in place, his fingers playing with the side pockets of your jeans. "you love using my chest as a pillow, of course i would know." he says, making you laugh.

"they are really squishy." you bring your free hand to his chest and poke one of his pecs, making him squirm away from you.

"stop!" he giggles, grabbing your wrist to pull it away. he ends up intertwining your fingers together.

"you use my chest as a pillow too." you say as you keep playing with his hair with your other hand.

"should i not?" he asks, voice a bit softer now as he gives your hand he's holding a little squeeze. you know he's still careful around certain topics sometimes.

"you can, it's okay." you shrug with a little smile because you find him so cute.

"okay." he nods and suddenly lets go of your hand to wrap his arms around your middle and pull you closer, his head pressed to your stomach.

"will you... will you miss my boobs when i don't have them anymore?" you ask quietly. both of your hands are on his hair now, playing with the soft strands between your fingers.

"huh?" he hums.

"i mean, i know you like them..." you trail off but he doesn't say anything so you keep talking. "i wonder if you would prefer me with boobs."

jungkook pulls away just enough to look up at you. "what are you talking about?"

"i don't know."

"love, i just told you i don't give a shit what's under your clothes," he says. "i fell in love with you, not with your boobs, you know."

a little smile grows on your face. "i fell in love with your boobs, actually." you tease him and he chuckles a little.

"okay, but seriously," jungkook continues. "i'll like you just the same when you have a flat chest. i'll like you even more because i know you're gonna be a lot happier."

"so you don't care that i'm not gonna have boobs anymore?"

"even if i cared, who gives a fuck what i think about it?" he frowns. "you're the one who decides what you want to do with your body."

"i know." you nod.

"so please, don't let those ugly thoughts cloud that pretty head, okay?" he says as he slips his hands under your (his) shirt and places them on your waist, just leaving them there like he needs that skin to skin contact. "in my eyes you're fucking gorgeous now and you'll be fucking gorgeous after."

you can't help but smile and bend down a little to kiss him, your hands slipping down from his hair to his cheeks.

"i love you." you say after breaking the kiss.

"i love you more," he smiles and gives you another kiss. "you're so handsome, love."

"okay, enough with the praises," you giggle as you stand up straight again. "i know you enough to know where this is going and i don't wanna be late."

"it's not my fault you're horny all the time," he pouts and you gasp, letting your jaw drop dramatically. "you know it's true, so don't even try to act offended."

"i hate you." you sigh and turn around to walk back to the closet.

"you don't." he says and you can hear the smile in his voice.

you take jungkook's shirt off your body and grab one of his favorite hoodies, putting it on and walking to the mirror. you check your profile and sigh in relief at how the thick material doesn't let your chest pop out as much as the shirt, but you're still a little disappointed.

"you know i've been promoted at work, soon we will-"

"jungkook, stop." you cut him off, already knowing where this is going.

"soon we will afford the mastectomy." he says either way and you sigh, turning to him.

"you're not gonna pay for it, jungkook." you try to sound as serious as you can because you know how stubborn he is. you actually know he's not gonna listen either way because you've talked about this so many times before so you don't really know why you keep trying.

"i'm not gonna pay for it, i'm just gonna help." jungkook replies easily with a shrug of his shoulders.

"this is my thing, i have to pay for it myself." you insist.

"love, you know you can't afford it."

"that's why i'm saving up."

"and that's also why i'm saving up too, because i wanna help you pay it." jungkook says.

"jungkook."

"if we save up together this will be over sooner, do you know that?"

you go quiet.

"it breaks my heart to see you like this, to see you so frustrated because you want something and you can't have it." jungkook stands up and walks slowly towards you. "just let me help you. i want to do this with you." he takes one of your hands in his and you lower your head to look at them. your hands look so small in his, but that's also something you kinda like.

"i don't want you to waste money on me." you mutter.

"i'm not gonna waste that money," jungkook says. "thanks to that money i'm gonna see you happier and more confident than ever, i can't fucking wait to spend that money on it."

you exhale through your nose and lift your head up again to look at him. "you're too sweet."

"i know." he sighs dramatically, making you laugh again.

"i love you."

"i love you too," jungkook whispers before kissing you again. "my pretty boy."

"stop..." you warn him and he chuckles.

"c'mon, go get ready." he gives your ass a little slap.

"do you think i look good like this?" you step back a little to let him see the look.

"you look great," jungkook says. "i love it when you wear my clothes."

"i love wearing your clothes," you smile wide and grab your phone from the nightstand. "i should get going."

"mh, okay." he nods as he walks out of the bedroom, you follow him.

"don't wait for me, i'll probably be out until late." you tell him and jungkook hums.

"okay, tell eunji happy birthday for me." he says and walks to the couch, grabbing the remote from the coffee table before sitting down.

"i will." you say while he starts looking for something to watch on the tv. your gaze goes down to your body, fixing the hoodie a little.

"love," jungkook calls you and you look up, he's already looking at you. "you look so good." he says.

"do i really?"

"yes," he nods. "so good that if you don't leave now i won't be able to let you go."

you throw your head back as you laugh. "okay."

"have fun, keep me updated if anything happens." he tells you and you just hum.

"love you!" you say as you disappear down the corridor towards the door.

"love you more, handsome!"

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A/N: i hope you liked this little fic !!! as a non binary person with craaaaaazy dysphoria this one has an important place in my heart, all of us live through these things in different ways but i hope you enjoyed this story. thank u for reading <3 let me know if you would like to read more about this couple in the future 👀

(also, i'm still working on the part two for basic needs so hang in there !! it's coming)

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Helping Hide The Truth (Peter Parker X Trans!Male!Rogers!Reader)

Characters: Peter Parker X Trans!Male!Rogers!Reader, 

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mentions of Transphobia, fear of coming out, body dysphoria

Universe: Could you do maybe a trans male reader who is dating Peter but isnt out to his dad yet I was thinking Steve Rogers Or Bucky I love your writing and I love how you explore your stories ❤️

Peter checked his watch for the 5th time that morning. The morning bell was due to ring in just 15 minutes, and you were nowhere in sight, and Peter was starting to contemplate heading back to his locker, or texting to ask if you wanted him to drop off in the disabled bathroom or to ask if you were even coming in today. Luckily, as he reached for his phone, he saw your dad’s car finally pull up, you jumping out, waving to your dad before rushing up the steps to meet Peter. Peter smiled and waved at your dad- Captain America himself- as he pulled back out the parking lot, and you headed inside, walking at a fast pace.

“The bell’s gonna go off soon.” Peter commented as you both dashed around, pushing through the crowd to find one of the bathrooms or even just a janitor’s closet at this point. Normally when you were on short notice you would just change at your locker- slipping on a baggier shirt and slipping the men’s jeans over your leggings or something, but Peter had noted that today you had come in a dress- and judging by the style, it was Steve’s idea, thought that was obvious anyday. That meant you had to actually find somewhere more private to get changed today. His eyes darted around before he saw MJ at her locker, taking your hand and pulling you in her direction. “MJ!” He called as he approached, and she looked up, seeing you both approaching, what you were wearing, and she immediately knew what was up. She went into her locker, finding her gym bag, and pulled out her towel, unravelling it. 

You stepped hurriedly between her and her locker, her holding one end of the towel against the locker next to her, Peter holding the other end with MJ’s locker door to create a barrier from any onlookers. MJ kept a look out for trouble and also tried to block the view even more with her body, Peter also doing the same when he wasn’t passing you garments, before you gave him the dress with a quick “Done.” and the towel dropped, and Peter shoved the dress into the bag. “Thank you so much.” You told them. 

“Don’t worry about it.” MJ shrugged. “Guessing daddy dearest was adamant on the dress?” She asked and you huffed and nodded, taking the bag from Peter, and shoving it to the bottom of your backpack to go and put in your locker later. 

“I’ll tell him I bumped into someone at lunch and got some crap on it.” You stated. 

“Does that mean we have to get it back out to dump some ketchup on it?” Peter asked. 

“No, we need it to look realistic- you put on the dress and we put ketchup on it.” MJ joked, poking Peter in the chest, making you laugh a little. Peter knew that if that was needed, he’d do it for you. 

Peter had met you when you both started at the highschool a few years ago, and immediately had began bonding over being the ‘weird’ kids. Back then, when he was still getting to know you, Peter had presumed you were shy and self conscious, lacking any confidence, being a total wall flower and wanting to stay out of the spotlight- just trying to survive highschool. That was until the that summer ended and you came back with a new haircut- a much shorter haircut, wearing baggier clothes, clothes that hid any femininity. Peter immediately got an inkling that he may have been wrong about his presumptions about you, but didn’t want to jump to conclusions. Instead, he complimented your new hair, and the way you lit up at it didn’t help his spidey sense. You thanked him, explaining how you got into an argument with your dad about it before you inevitably went behind his back to get it done, but now it was done and he couldn’t do anything about it and so he didn’t say anything about it. Peter had joked about him being old fashioned, in which you laughed the loudest he’d ever heard. It was then you told him how right he was, and who your dad actually was. 

It was in the middle of the next school break when you two were hanging around at his that he had told you he was Spiderman, and in return, you told him you were trans, and was keeping it a secret from your 1940’s dad. It was about 2 weeks after that, that you and Peter sucked up the courage to ask each other out at literally the same time.

Peter had took the information exceedingly well. He came up with the idea to have spare clothes at school to change into to make you more comfortable around your peers, which also helped you keep your secret from your dad- all he saw was the short hair but the ‘normal’ clothes when he dropped you off and picked you up, totally unaware that you had begun socially transitioning at school, and with surprising success. Of course, after a close run in one time in which Peter as Spiderman had to save you and him using your correct pronouns in front of some of your classmates- including Flash- people didn’t want to attempt to use that against you knowing that Spiderman seemingly knew you personally, and then when it came out who your dad was… yeah, people at school used your pronouns, if mostly out of pure fear. 

Since being able to be yourself for the most part at school and when away from your dad, Peter had noticed how you had changed. You were chattier, more vibrant. Happier, and he loved it, and he was willing to do anything to keep it that way- even if it meant sneaking you clothes at the beginning the day and taking them back before your dad picked you up, or lying to the Avengers to ensure they didn’t pass any information on to Steve.

The day passed by like any normal day, at the end of lunch time you did get the dress back out temporarily, smearing some ketchup on the skirt before putting it back in the bag and your locker, and dropping a text to your dad that you’d had to change and that your dear boyfriend and leant you an old hoodie and pants, sprinkling in a comment on how sweet Peter was for going out of his way to get you cleaned up and new clothes in such short notice, even though you knew he probably wouldn’t read it for a while or even at all and would ask you what happened to your dress. 

After the last bell rang and you and Peter were gathering your things from your locker, you discussed future plans. “How about this weekend if your dad has nothing planned with you, we could go to the mall? We could pick some clothes up for you but keep them at mine or in your locker?” Peter asked. 

“Why, running out of hoodies? I can give some back.” You teased him with a grin.

“No, I don’t mind, I’ll just steal them back next time I come and visit you- I was just thinking, since they’re all my style, I thought it would be nice for you to have some pieces you could actually claim as yours. You could excuse it to your dad as backup clothes since he must think you’re super clumsy at school, but…” He explained.

“That sounds… nice. I’ll ask my dad if I can go out with you on the weekend.” You told him with a soft smile, closing your locker door, and sighed. “I wish I didn’t have to sneak around like this for clothes of all things. The fact that I’m sneaking in and out clothes that make me feel good about myself and not my literal boyfriend just feels… wrong.” 

“I know.” Peter frowned. “Has your dad made any… comments? Good or bad?” He asked. You shook your head. 

“No clue what he thinks, honestly not sure if he even knows what being trans even means.” You told him as you both started walking down the hallways towards the main exit. 

“Would you like me to… look into it?” Peter offered. You stopped walking, looking at him with apprehension. “Like… we recently had the official lesson on gender identities, I can bring it up with Tony, ask if your dad and Thor has had that talk and how they feel about it. If he asks questions on why, I can maybe pull together a fake project about ‘old world views’ on that kind of thing and if the ‘not from his time’ argument actually holds up with Steve and Thor and that you didn’t want to bring it up with him in case he got defensive or something.” He excused. 

“Are you sure? You know if you do this we will actually have to make that fake project, which could include interviewing my own dad about his views on his own son that he doesn’t know is his son?” 

“I’ll interview him- conflict of interest. You put together a rough draft of a plan for this project in case Tony talks to your dad so you can show him the rough draft to make it seem real. Maybe we can turn it into actually educating him, introducing it to him so one day you can actually be yourself to him.” He suggested. You hesitated, but eventually nodded. 

“I still don’t plan to come out till I’m 18, just in case.” 

“I understand. I love you, and I love seeing you love yourself, but I know you also love your dad and how much he means to you and that you don’t want to damage that relationship. If I can somehow make sure that doesn’t happen, I want to do that… if this fake project gets too close to home, please just say, we can make up an excuse about changing the subject or the project being cancelled or changed.” 

“Thank you Peter, I really appreciate it, and everything you’ve been doing to help me through this I can’t thank you enough and it’s one of the many reasons that I love you.” You told him, grabbing the collar of his jacket, pulling him close and kissing him, before you heard a honk from a car, knowing that it was your dad’s car. You sighed, pulling away from him. “If I’m able to come over on the weekend, can you ask your Aunt May if she can make that lasagna?” You asked, making your boyfriend laugh. You asked that last week, and the week prior. Aunt May was more than happy to make it. 

“Sure thing.” He told you, stealing a quick peck, hearing another honk from your dad before you turned and rushed to get in your dad’s car, waving at him as your dad drove off. 

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in! 

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[specialagentlokitty]

Prentiss x male!reader - Christmas with family

HI! Please could I request a trans!male reader x Emily Prentiss fic! So I’m really not feeling very festive this year, and part of that is not having anywhere I feel that I belong, and I wondered if you’d mind writing a Christmas fic where the BAU finds out whilst on a case that the reader has spent the last few Christmases alone because his transphobic family cut him off when he came out. Of course the BAU (Season 4 team if possible please!) won’t let him spend this Christmas alone, & have fun with how they achieve that! Thanks in advance! - @the-imitation-blog 💜

Sitting in front of the woman in front of you, you placed a coffee cup down and offered her a warm smile.

“Thank you..” she whispered.

“You’re welcome, it’s cold and apparently this place sucks when it comes to heating.”

She smiled a little bit but it soon fell.

“I know you didn’t hurt anybody.” You said.

“You do? How can you tell?”

You leant back in the chair.

“Well, for starters you willingly came with me when I said that I needed to talk to you, you’ve had numerous times to run away give the chance, and you’re a very tidy person, whoever did this is messy and uncoordinated, and given your choice of a very cute llama sweater with those white jeans and white shoes, I’m going to say you’re very clean and coordinated.”

She smiled and nodded her head.

“Yeah, nothing works with a red jumper like white. If I’m not a suspect then why am I here..?”

“I have reason to believe you’re a potential next victim, so, for now I’d like to keep you here until my team are sure. Is that alright? If not you can go home and we’ll have officers at the door.”

“No! No, I’d rather say here.”

You carried on speaking to the woman in front of you, doing anything to try and distract her from the thought of somebody possibly being after her.

The hours slipped past and you watched as your team returned, watching Rossi and Hotch lead a man through hallway.

“We’ve got our unsub.” Derek said.

You smiled at her.

“Are you ready to go home?”

“Actually… can I stay here…?”

You glanced to the rest of your team who shrugged slightly.

“Sure, is there a reason why?”

“My family are coming over… we don’t really get along and if they see I’m not home they’ll go..”

“You’d rather spend Christmas alone then spend it with family?” JJ asked.

“Trust me, if you knew them you’d understand.”

“I personally don’t see anything wrong with spending Christmas alone, you can sleep, eat whatever you want, watch whatever you want.” You said.

“Really?” Rossi asked.

“Yeah, it’s not for everyone. But, for now I’m going to find something to eat.”

You got up and wondered away to one of the cars, heading around the town to find a good takeout.

Finding a pizza place, you got a few and made your way back to the station.

The woman had left, and you sat down at the table, setting the boxes down only leaving one in front of you so you could eat from it.

“So, what are your Christmas plans?” Emily asked.

You glanced up.

“I’m going to get a great bottle of whiskey, get some Indian from that place down the street from me and then play a few games I think.”

“Really?” Hotch asked.

You grinned a little bit.

“Yeah, it’s what I do every year, it’s pretty fun.”

“What about your family?” Reid asked.

You shrugged a little bit.

“What about them? They don’t want anything to do with me and I want nothing to with them, all there is to it.”

You stood up, grabbing your keys and bag and left, making your way back to the hotel.

That made it clear to them that you didn’t want to take part in the conversation that they were having, and they decided not to push it any further.

But it plagued Emily’s mind, she often spent Christmas by herself, it was pretty normal for her, but she always thought that you went somewhere.

You never responded to any calls or texts, you always seemed pretty happy and content.

As Christmas dawned closer, it kept bothering her, and finally she rounded everybody but you into the conference room, determined to do something about it.

It was now Christmas Eve, and you were walking around your apartment in a pair of sweatpants, a very oversized sweater and a takeout menu in your hands.

You went to sit down but stopped when you heard the banging in your door.

“Yeah! Yeah! I’m coming cool it!”

Walking over, you saw Emily stood there with a little grin on her face, and she held up a few bags.

“You got whiskey?”

“You bet, got some other stuff too.”

You let her in, closing the door again and she walked into the living room, setting the bags down.

“So, what crap we got?” You asked.

Emily tossed her jacket on the back of your couch and watched as you went through the bags, pulling out some simple decorations.

“Seriously?”

“Hey if I’ve got them up, you need them up.”

You laughed and she grinned.

She left while you were separating the decorations and came back with two glasses, pouring you both a drink.

“Can we watch some films before making it look like Christmas threw up in here?”

“Sure, I’m staying anyway.”

“Do I get a say?”

“Nope.”

You smiled a little at her.

The pair of you watched a few films, then began putting up the lights and tinsel, and while you were doing that, she began decorating the few houseplants you had around the room.

“Why do you spend Christmas alone?”

“Transphobic parents.”

Emily stopped, glancing at you.

“Screw them.”

You laughed a little at her, nodding your head in agreement.

For the whole night you just watched films, played some games until you eventually fell asleep.

When you woke up you could smell food and heard talking, and you woke up to a full living room, your whole team and their families laughing and chatting away.

“(Y/N)!”

You smiled, catching the boy who jumped at you.

“Hey Jack, what’s up? Why’re you here?”

“To celebrate Christmas with you!”

You looked at everybody who beamed brightly at you, then Emily who was smiling a little from the corner of the room.

Of course she would put something like this together, but it was nice to see your whole team there, your family

[hornsent-consort]

Trans Kaeya x male reader🩵❄️

Warnings: reader and kaeya don’t end up together, paranoia, kaeya has breasts, internalized transphobia, slight ooc, self indulgent cringe, no beta reader (we die like men), fluff, little bit of hurt comfort

❄︎ in my heart, Kaeya is not easy to get with. He will flirt and he will make moves on you, but he has no intention of ever being with anyone because he can’t see anyone supporting his identity.

❄︎ he doesn’t tell people that he’s trans. Diluc and Jean know, but everyone else just believes that Kaeya was just a very feminine looking child. He didn’t wear dresses or skirts in his youth, so it was easy to just go with that.

❄︎ you were new to mondstat, and didn’t know anyone. You were able to get a job at Angel’s Share since it was so low staffed. The owner was a nice man and he showed you the basics of bartending.

❄︎ you had a few regulars, all of whom the owner warned you about. The regular he warned about the most was the Calvary captain, Kaeya.

❄︎ after meeting Kaeya, you didn’t understand why he would need a warning. He was talkative and friendly with the other patrons, but when it came to ordering a drink, he seemed on edge. Maybe a little nervous.

❄︎ you thought he was cute, so you made it your mission to have a conversation with him. It was hard since he was very popular. Anytime you could’ve talked to him, you had to go talk to someone else. Just your luck.

❄︎ you actually had days off Tuesdays and Wednesdays. You usually spent these days in bed, but you needed to go into town for some eggs. You weren’t expecting to see anyone important, so you just went out in your wrinkly dress shirt and a pair of trousers that were much too big.

❄︎ you successfully grabbed your eggs, but when you turned your head, you saw that man. He wasn’t near you or anything, but you could see him standing in front of the fountain. You walked in the opposite direction of him towards the flowers stand.

Kaeya felt a tap on his shoulder, and turned his head. He didn’t know who he expected, but the new bartender at his brother’s establishment was definitely not it. “Oh! Hello Mr.~lastname~. Is there anything you needed today?” You nodded and kaeya cocked his head to the side curiously.

“Uhmm, here you go…” you looked away and held out a small bouquet of calla lilies. Kaeya stared down at the flowers and gently took them from you, “oh.. well, I just don’t know what to say… if I didn’t know any better, I’d think this was a confession.” He looked at you with a playful smile, his cheeks and ears flushed with a deep red. “I just wanna get to know you! It’d be wrong for me if I didn’t make an effort to know my regulars.”

❄︎ you two talked when you both were free, which nearly never happened. The only days you both had off together was Wednesday, but those were the days you liked to sleep the most.

❄︎ you told Kaeya this one evening when he was at the bar. He offered to change his off days to Tuesdays, but you insisted that he shouldn’t change his schedule just because of your sleep schedule.

❄︎ do you think he listened?

❄︎ No.

❄︎ you two spent many Tuesdays together. They weren’t always eventful, but they were all very pleasant. Everything was going well until he spent the night for the first time.

You just finished eating after Kaeya went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. You put your play in the sink and walked to your room. The door opened and you could barely process what happened next. All you knew is that you apologized and shut the door after Kaeya yelled. “Was he naked?” You asked yourself. You saw something, but it definitely was like he was completely naked. To be honest, you couldn’t fully comprehend what you saw in time.

The door slowly opened and you turned to see Kaeya wearing a button down sleep shirt and some shorts. You put two to two together and it finally clicked in your head that he had breasts. It didn’t really matter to you though.

“Are you ready for bed?” You asked him as you walked into the room and took off your over shirt and laid in the bed. “Are you… uncomfortable?” Kaeya looked concerned and a little ashamed, but you didn’t see why it was such a big deal. “I’m not uncomfortable just because you’re built a little different from me. We’re friends right? I love you unconditionally, no matter what you were born as or what you identify with.”

❄︎ Kaeya was very happy to know that you supported him. You were now the third only person that knew, and he trusted that you wouldn’t tell anyone else.

❄︎ there was a point of time where you did express an interest in pursuing him, but he had a lot of feeling about it. He was paranoid that you might’ve only tried since you knew he was trans and maybe didn’t truly see him as a man.

❄︎ you reassured him that you did see him as a man, but that you respect his boundaries. You’ve given him a lot of patience and so much more than he could’ve asked for.

❄︎ once again, Kaeya is hard to get with. Just be patient with him and give him the love he deserves. He might give you a sliver of a chance.

Happy pride month to this man specifically

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