SALEM

CLINGYBOY

aroace tfemasc working to make more inclusive 'x reader' fic that isnt just allocishet woman reader. i write gn reader and hopefully also man, woman, trans, and nonbinary reader!

im a minor so mdni blogs politely go away please 👍

thank you so much, im so glad you like my writing! it means a lot 💕

tfemasc is a shortening of transfemmasc, which means you're both transfem (feminine and trans, or transitioning towards femininity) and transmasc (masculine and trans, or transitioning towards masculinity). i use it because im nonbinary and all of my genders are trans!

(reader uses a new name, new pronouns, and dresses differently; no hair-cutting or binding or hormones)

satoru gojo who's the first person you come out to as transmasc. yknow, after explaining to him what that means.

satoru gojo who's also not only the first person you tell your new name to, but the first person to use it. his heart skips a beat at the utter glee it gives you. he uses it again and again and again just to see that smile tug at your lips one more time.

satoru gojo who lets you raid his closet to try out new clothes. he smirks seeing you in his shirt, watching the fabric fall around your frame. he loves hearing you squeal about how masculine you look. he thinks it's his new favorite thing.

satoru gojo who starts doing research into transness on his own time. he wants to understand you better; not that he'd tell you. (and, he'd never admit it, but he definitely starts questioning things.)

satoru gojo who proudly introduces the new you to everyone he knows. he always has the goofiest grin as he waves his arms towards you, acting as though you're royalty.

satoru gojo who supports your transition not financially, too. if he can help it, whatever you want to help affirm your gender is yours.

satoru gojo who fucking loves filling your closet. you look so, so pretty in all of your new clothes. they look even better than your old ones. every time you come up to him for his opinion, he looks you over like you're dessert, practically drooling over you.

satoru gojo who quells any insecurities you have about him not loving you anymore, if you even had any. he insists that he loves every version of you, always. what kind of partner would he be if he didn't???

satoru gojo who lays with you at night, staring at you like you hung up the stars. his face turns so, so soft when he looks at you like this. he realizes he loves you just as much, if not more, than he did before.

it'll be late at night. two men wrapped around you, limbs slung over you carelessly. satoru's face will be buried in your neck, while suguru's is nestled in your hair. it'll be peaceful, at first.

and then there'll be a jerk between their arms. a jerk, and then another, and then a gasp. before you know it, you'll be heaving, bleary eyes fluttering open and hands clinging to the first thing they can touch.

satoru is always the first one to stir. he's a light sleeper, always alert—being the strongest, he has to be. he's already being pulled from his dreams when he feels you shift, but your uneven breathing is what wakes him up all the way.

"hey," he breathes, voice raspy with sleep. he lifts his head from where it rests on your shoulder, the movement making his head spin. his bleary eyes hone in on you, shaking and writhing in his hold, holding him like a vice.

"hey." it's firmer this time, accompanied by a hand cupping your cheek. he doesn't lift your head, not now, but he lets his thumb swipe across your skin. his skin against yours grounds you.

suguru is the last to rouse. his eyebrows furrow together, as if to protest the inevitable, before his eyes slide open. his gaze goes to satoru, then to you.

"mm. 's okay, shh," he coos, pressing a kiss to your cheek. his hands move to your hips, settling there with a purpose, like they belong there.

you finally lift your head, tentatively meeting those icy blues. satoru's eyes are soft in a way meant only for you and suguru, his lips curled into a sappy smile.

"there you are," he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "shh. we've got you."

he pulls your head into his neck. you don't speak; words aren't needed with the way you cling to him like a koala. the only noise that leaves you is a barely-audible whine, the sound a puppy would make. it's drowned out by a kiss to your lips from suguru.

it's not long before their soft caresses and tender kisses lull you right back to sleep.