#ftm bottom reader

Three wonders~

Toji, Nanami, gojo x ftm male reader

Authors note: I hope you all enjoy!

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The sheets stuck to your thighs before you even realized you were sweating. Half-asleep, you arched into the warmth pressing against your back—muscle and heat, a familiar weight pinning you just enough to make your breath hitch.

Fingers dipped between your legs like they owned you, and maybe they did. You gasped wetly into the pillow, hips jerking when a thumb circled your clit with practiced laziness. "Fuck—" The curse slurred into a moan as teeth grazed your shoulder.

The wet drag of a tongue up your inner thigh made your stomach clench—too real, too present to be the hazy remnants of a dream. Your eyelids fluttered open to the dim glow of streetlights bleeding through the blinds, illuminating Nanami's broad shoulders between your legs, his nose buried in your folds with a groan that vibrated through your bones. Behind you, Gojo's chuckle was a hot puff against your spine, his fingers still working your clit in slow, maddening circles. "Morning, pretty boy~," he purred, squeezing just hard enough to make your toes curl.

Toji's palm slid possessively over your hip from the other side, callouses catching on sensitive skin as he dragged you flush against his erection. "Dreamin' about us again?" he rumbled, lips trailing up your neck. The words sent a fresh pulse of slickness between your thighs—Nanami hummed approvingly, lapping at it with slow, deliberate strokes that left your legs trembling.

Gojo's fingers suddenly pushed two knuckles deep without warning, stretching you around them with a filthy squelch that made your face burn. "Look at that," he cooed, twisting his wrist just so, "already so fucking greedy for it." The stretch burned deliciously, his thumb never letting up on your clit even as Nanami's tongue replaced his fingers, fucking into you with obscene precision.

You barely registered Toji maneuvering you onto your back until his weight settled over your hips, his cock a searing line against your stomach. He gripped your jaw, forcing your gaze up as Nanami and Gojo spread your thighs wider. "Gonna watch you come on their mouths first," Toji growled, "then you're taking all three of us like a good boy."

The dual stimulation—Nanami's tongue delving deeper, Gojo's fingers crooking just right—sent white-hot pleasure licking up your spine. Your back arched off the mattress, a broken whimper tearing from your throat as the first wave hit, clenching around their mouths and hands while Toji's grip tightened in your hair. "That's it," he murmured, watching your face twist with oversensitivity as they didn't let up, "just getting started."

Nanami pulled back just enough to drag his tongue through your folds in one long, filthy stripe, his glasses fogged with your arousal. "Disgustingly wet," he muttered against your skin, but the way his hands dug into your thighs betrayed his hunger. Gojo laughed, breathless, as he added a third finger beside Nanami's tongue, the stretch bordering on painful—until Nanami's lips closed around your clit and sucked, and you saw stars.

Toji's cock twitched against your stomach, leaving a sticky trail as he ground down, his free hand sliding between your bodies to pinch a nipple hard. "Think you can take me first?" he taunted, thumb smearing precome over your lower belly. "Or should I let these two wreck you a little more?" The choice was stolen from you as Gojo suddenly withdrew his fingers, replacing them with the thick head of his cock, the blunt pressure making you gasp.

Nanami's grip on your hips went brutal as he held you still for Gojo's first thrust, your moan shattering into a scream when he bottomed out in one smooth roll. "Look at him," Toji growled, palming himself as Nanami finally—finally—licked into you again, the dual fullness stealing your breath. "Fucking perfect."

The stretch burned hotter than before, Gojo's cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you while Nanami's tongue worked merciless circles around your clit. Your thighs trembled violently, toes curling against the sheets as Gojo set a punishing rhythm, each snap of his hips punctuated by Nanami's muffled groan against your cunt. "Gonna—" you sobbed, nails scraping uselessly at Toji's forearm as pleasure coiled tighter, "I can't—"

Toji's laugh was dark as he leaned down, catching your mouth in a filthy kiss just as Nanami sucked hard enough to make your vision whiten. The orgasm ripped through you like lightning, body bowing off the bed as you came with a broken wail, clenching around Gojo's cock so hard he cursed, hips stuttering. "Fuck, that's it," he panted, fingers digging into your waist, "take it, take it—"

Nanami didn't let up, lapping at your oversensitive clit with obscene precision even as Gojo fucked you through it, the overstimulation sending tears streaking down your temples. Toji's teeth grazed your earlobe, his voice a rough promise: "Now you're ready for me."

You barely had time to whimper before Nanami was dragging you off Gojo's cock—the sudden emptiness punched a sob from your throat—only for Toji to flip you onto your stomach, his calloused hands spreading your thighs wider. The first press of his cock against your dripping entrance was a branding iron, his growl vibrating through your spine. "Hold still," he ordered, sinking in with one brutal thrust that had your scream muffled into the mattress.

Gojo's hands gripped your waist from behind, his cock slick with your arousal as he rutted against your asscheeks, his breath hot on your shoulder. "Bet you could take us both," he mused, thumb pressing teasingly against your rim—Nanami's sudden bite to your calf made you jerk, the sharp pain only heightening the filthy stretch as Toji bottomed out.

The room spun—Toji's punishing pace, Gojo's fingers circling your clit again, Nanami's palm flattening between your shoulder blades to keep you pinned—and you choked on a moan when Toji's thrusts hit that perfect angle, your body convulsing with another ragged climax. Above you, Nanami's glasses caught the dim light as he leaned down, his whisper dark with satisfaction: "Good boy."

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Day 2: Carlos Oliveira x reader, Day 3: Simon x reader, Day 4: Yuushi Totsumoto, Day 5: Nanami x reader

T/w: Geto x reader, mlm, m4m, ftm reader, male reader, bottom reader, smut, reader has no surgery, boypussy/cunt, sexting, reader sending 'nudes' (?), not proofread, eating reader out, ends with kisses

Author's note: ,,Hello beautiful ppl! Happy first october c: hope you are all doing amazing, if not: here's a big hug!! I made it, so here it is! It's my first kinktober so be patient with me owo animated divider won't work, maybe bc 'm doing it from my computer- x-x anw, here's dinner for you all, enjoy it and have a day <3 mwah!''

Same routine every day–

One that Suguru started growing tired of: wake up, go to work, go home, sleep, repeat. Whenever the air changed, gazes meeting, kissing and lips moving in a heated dance: the moment would get interrupted. Either somebody needed help in Jujutsu High or Satoru would call him to go on a mission– or solo missions, depended, really. Always so occupied.. pent-up emotions started to build inside the two of you, barely can have fun anymore which made you snap.

Coming up with an idea, you went out of your way to go to the nearest mall when he was out on a mission. A smirk playing on your lips, walking into one of the shops that included a few special.. outfits.

Suguru just finished his last mission with Satoru, heading back to Jujutsu High while chatting. He pauses for a moment and feels his phone vibrating in his pocket. Taking his phone out to see who it was, the screen glowing up with a flood of notifications. Eyes going wide and brows furrowing out of concern. It felt like his phone would explode from how many messages he was getting from the same person: you. Worst case scenarios already popping up in his thoughts, thinking that something would have happened to you.

Quickly pressing on one of the messages, phone unlocking before Suguru’s lips parts in a gasp. Eyes going wide slightly and a blush crept up his neck to colour his cheeks too. Several photos- photo after photo was sent. One with you wearing absolutely nothing and posing in front of the mirror. In another you were wearing bunny lingerie and cutely sat on the carpet like the obedient thing you were, waiting for your husband. Another when you were sprawled on the bed, showing off your body while winking at the camera. The lightning and angle was perfect, showing exactly what you wanted to show to get him home. His brain stopped working, only staring at his phone before text messages came through,

My love♡: C’mon.. ’m lonely, where r u? ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

My love♡: It’s been a while.. feeling s’lonely and empty.. ㅠㅠ

My love♡: What do u think of my ‘fits? Aren’t they cute? ૮๑ˊ ꒳ ˋ๑ა

More messages came through, and you knew for a fact he was watching them which made you giggle, continuing to text him. The photos and messages made all his blood go south, a small bulge already forming in his pants as he quickly turned around to head home- hurriedly though. Muttering a small “something came up” to Satoru before rushing home leaving him alone before he could even ask what was wrong, shrugging his shoulders and went to find his students.

It didn't take long for him to arrive at home, as soon as he did he looked for you but his gut was telling him you were already in the bedroom in those skimpy outfits so he ran up the stairs and slammed the door open. Finding you on the bed, already spread out and looking beautiful. The sight makes his dick twitch in his pants. You look up from the bed and see him, a smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth as you waved him to come closer, “Come on, don’t make me feel any lonelier than I already feel.” You said teasingly, which makes him move and get closer. Settling between your thighs, he’d take his time with you. Wanting to give you the heights of pleasure after not being able to have some action in weeks. “Brace yourself, m’love. We won’t be nowhere near done any time soon,” he whispered. His voice becomes breathier with the need to feel you around his member but he pushes his own desires and needs aside, putting yours first.

Leaning down until his face was settled between your thighs, cheek pressing against your inner thigh before placing some sweet kisses. Shivers being sent down your spine, a small shudder escaping your lips, your breath hitching in your throat. Geto continues to kiss your inner thigh, nipping a bit before soothing it with a gentle kiss while his other hand starts working on you. Pushing the lingerie to the side to reveal your glistening petals and your clit that already peeked out from its hood, your arousal clear to him which makes him chuckle darkly.

Slowly trailing upwards towards your sex, his hot breath hitting your bare cunt which makes the hair on your arms stand, shivering. Geto looks up at you and sees how flushed your cheeks were, lips parted in soft pants, chest heaving up and down. He smiles before starting to pepper your cunt with soft kisses, one on your petals and another on your clit. Worshipping your sex like it was his whole life, like he depended on it. It doesn’t take long before he starts eating you out with passion, the slick muscle sliding in and out of your entrance. Groaning against your sex, the vibration from his groan sends shockwaves through your core, earning a sweet moan from you.

Your head falling back against the pillows, fingers curling into the fabric of the sheets. “Taste s’good, m’love..” he muttered against your cunt. Feeling your walls clench and flutter around his tongue, Geto knew exactly that you were close to coming so he pulled back just to settle back between your legs. Pressing his aching problem against your bare sex, his hands gripping your hips to keep you still. His mouth and jaw covered with your slick that glistened in the low light. A smirk found its way to his lips, looking down at you. “Can’t have you cum just yet, sweetheart. We got a long night ahead of us.” Geto promises and leans down, kissing your cheek before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. Swallowing your sweet gasps and moans as his tongue delved into your mouth, stroking along yours, coaxing more needy sounds from the back of your throat. His free hand slid up to tangle in your hair, gripping the silky strands and tugging lightly as he devoured your mouth, pouring all of his hunger and desire into the kiss.

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Aizawa x Male!Reader

Cw: fluff, small smut not a whole lot

Kinda short

In which you’re feeling a bit dysphoric in your own body and Aizawa is there to pull you back and make you feel better.

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In the quiet, unassuming corner of the bustling city, there was a quaint little bookstore that held a peculiar charm. Its shelves, laden with dusty tomes of forgotten lore, whispered tales of adventure and intrigue to any soul that dared to listen. The bell above the door jingled as a young man, Y/N, stepped inside, his eyes scanning the aisles for a brief respite from the mundane world. With a gentle sigh, he brushed a strand of hair from his face, his slender fingers lingering on the softness of his cheek.

Y/N's heart fluttered as he spotted a book titled "The Transformative Power of Love." It was a title that resonated deeply within him, a trans man navigating the complexities of identity and desire. He picked it up, tracing the embossed letters with his thumb, feeling the comforting weight of the book in his hand. His mind wandered to Aizawa, the stoic yet tender soul who had become the anchor in his tumultuous life.

The scent of old pages and the faint hint of coffee wafted through the air as Y/N found a cozy nook, surrounded by books that seemed to whisper of love and understanding. He sat down, crossing his legs, the fabric of his jeans tightening around his thighs. The memory of Aizawa's warm embrace washed over him, bringing a blush to his cheeks and a throb to his chest, where his heart yearned for the acceptance that seemed elusive outside these four walls.

Outside, the world moved in a blur of colors and sounds, but in here, in the sanctum of bound pages, Y/N felt seen, heard, and accepted. He cracked open the book and began to read, the words painting a vivid picture of love that knew no boundaries. As he turned the pages, the character's struggles mirrored his own, offering a silent kinship amidst the solitude.

The hours drifted by, the soft hum of the air conditioner providing a soothing backdrop to the symphony of his thoughts. The sun dipped lower, casting a warm glow through the dusty windows, and the shadows grew long. Lost in the narrative, Y/N felt a gentle tap on his shoulder, the sudden intrusion startling him back to reality. He looked up to find Aizawa standing there, a soft smile playing on his lips, holding a steaming cup of coffee and a knowing look in his eyes that said he understood more than Y/N had ever dared to hope.

"Hey, I found you," Aizawa murmured, his deep voice rumbling through the quiet. He placed the coffee on the small side table, the scent of it mixing with the musty air of the bookstore, grounding Y/N in the moment. "I knew you'd be here."

Y/N's eyes searched Aizawa's, finding reassurance and love in the familiar landscape of his gaze. "I... I had a rough day," he admitted, the words slipping out in a quiet confession. "I just needed a place to... be."

Aizawa nodded, his hand reaching out to cup the side of Y/N's face, the warmth of his palm sending a shiver down his spine. "I know," he said gently, "and I'm here for you." With a tender touch, he traced the line of Y/N's jaw before leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his forehead, the gesture filled with more affection than words could ever convey.

Their eyes met again, and the unspoken tension between them grew palpable, thick with the promise of a shared secret. "Let's go home," Aizawa whispered, his voice low and filled with a need that matched the pulse in Y/N's veins.

They made their way back to their apartment, the walk feeling both endless and too short. Once the door was closed behind them, the weight of the world seemed to slip away, leaving only the two of them in the warm cocoon of their sanctuary. Aizawa guided Y/N to the bedroom, the soft lighting casting a warm glow over the space. He took Y/N's hand and led him to the bed, his touch firm yet gentle, a silent promise of comfort and acceptance.

Y/N felt his dysphoria melt away under Aizawa's gaze, his body responding to the heat in his eyes. He knew what Aizawa saw in him—not the girl he had been, but the man he was becoming. Aizawa's hands began to unbutton Y/N's shirt, his touch feather-light, as if handling the most fragile of treasures. With each button undone, a sigh of relief escaped Y/N's lips.

As Aizawa's mouth descended upon his chest, kissing and nipping, Y/N felt a thrill of anticipation. His boyfriend's hands moved to his belt, unbuckling it with a slow deliberation that sent a shiver of excitement through him. The jeans were peeled away, revealing the soft fabric of his underwear, the only barrier between them.

With a soft smile, Aizawa slid the underwear down, exposing Y/N's most vulnerable part. He paused, his eyes filled with a fierce love that made Y/N's heart swell. He knew what Aizawa saw—his body, a testament to the strength of his spirit and the depth of their love. And with that knowledge, he felt a warmth spread through him, chasing away the last vestiges of doubt.

Aizawa's mouth found him, his tongue delving into the warm, wet folds with a hunger that took Y/N's breath away. The sensation was exquisite, a reminder that his body was not a prison, but a vessel for pleasure and love. He moaned, his hips bucking involuntarily, seeking more of the sweet agony that Aizawa so expertly provided.

Their eyes locked as Aizawa worked his magic, his thumb circling the sensitive spot above as he licked and sucked below. Y/N's hands tangled in Aizawa's hair, pulling him closer, needing more, needing to feel the connection that went beyond the physical. And in that moment, he knew that Aizawa saw him—really saw him—as the man he was, the man he was meant to be.

The world outside was forgotten, their love the only reality that mattered. Aizawa's touch was a balm to his soul, a declaration that no matter the challenges, they would face them together. And as the tension within Y/N grew, so too did his love for the man who accepted him, cherished him, and made him feel whole.

Y/N's breath grew ragged, his eyes fluttering closed as Aizawa's mouth moved in a symphony of love and adoration. The soft, wet sounds filled the room, echoing the rhythm of his pounding heart. His legs trembled, and he wrapped them around Aizawa's shoulders, pulling him in closer, urging him deeper.

The orgasm built slowly, a crescendo of pleasure that started as a whisper and grew to a roar. Aizawa's tongue danced around his clit, teasing and taunting, until Y/N could bear it no more. He arched his back, crying out, his body tightening around Aizawa's mouth as he climaxed, the waves of pleasure crashing over him like a storm at sea.

As he came down from the peak, Aizawa's kisses grew softer, his touch more gentle. He climbed up Y/N's body, pressing his bare chest to his, their hearts beating as one. Y/N's eyes searched Aizawa's, finding the love and acceptance that had been missing all day. A tear slipped down his cheek, and Aizawa kissed it away, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, reaffirming that he was loved—all of him.

Their kiss was deep and desperate, a silent vow to stand together, to conquer the world outside their bedroom. Aizawa's hand reached down, stroking Y/N's cock, bringing it to life with a touch that spoke of their shared passion. The dysphoria of earlier was a distant memory, replaced by the fire of desire that burned within them both.

Their love was a dance of give and take, a tapestry of pleasure and pain. They moved together, bodies entwined, hearts beating in unison. Aizawa took him in, filling him with a warmth that dispelled the shadows of doubt and fear. Each thrust was a declaration, a promise that no matter what the world threw at them, they would stand firm.

Y/N's hands clung to Aizawa's back, his nails digging into the flesh as he was claimed once more, his body singing with the joy of being seen, being loved. The room was a blur of movement and emotion, their moans a duet of love and need.

When they finally reached their peak together, the world outside ceased to exist. Time stopped, and in that moment, there was only them—their love, their acceptance, their shared journey. They lay there, panting and spent, their hearts racing with the knowledge that in each other's arms, they had found home.

ꕥ Warnings: Ftm reader, male reader, bullying, reader gets bullied/teased, blood gets mentioned, reader and OC are 15, teenagers, 9th graders, school AU, OC is one of the school's president, reader and OC are childhood sweethearts = boyfriends, possessive OC, maybe yan!reader and yan!OC(???), fluff at the end, cheek kiss, hand kisses

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ꕥ Notes: Wanted to try this out, so this is like a small test thingy^^ Didn't really know what plot to make and plus I know this isn’t really yandere but I tried my best x) Not experienced with that type of vibe I guess -v- Btw character is my OC, Ryu Tatsuya <3 Enjoy reading and read it at your own pace!

𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

(M/n) is ftm.

Maybe was a bit too young but that’s just how he felt and knew how he wanted to be.

He hadn't really gotten that 'transformation' he wanted yet since he was still young.

Ryu had helped (M/n) cut hair and helped him find chest binders.

Ryu was the kindest and supportive bf (M/n) had, well (M/n) didn't have a boyfriend in the past either, Ryu was his first and (M/n) was his first too.

Did anything to make (M/n) comfortable, supported his pronounce and went along with he/him.

Did it for the sake of his bf, he loved (M/n) too much and so did (M/n).

To the point maybe it got a bit of a yandere type of vibe(?).

Both of them would seriously kill for each other.

Been childhood sweethearts ever since kindergarten.

Known each other since birth to be honest, his mother and (M/n)'s mother are best friends ever since they met back in the 1990's.

Of course, when (M/n)’s found out they were straight on supportive, loving their son with all their heart.

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(M/n) and Ryu got separated for a while, quite a big time because both of them were crying before getting separated. They even texted each other ever since they've been separated but now they'll have a reunion!!

(M/n) Got teased/bullied by a few classmates ever since he started school after transferring into Ryu's school.

All because (M/n) had a weird body figure and caught him wearing a chest binder meaning he was probably ftm.

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One lovely afternoon, Ryu had finished his duty he had from the teacher and walked towards the lockers to head home but pick you up first so the both of you can head home together.

Ryu heard a few crying and laughter coming from down the hall in classroom 2A. He was quick to run towards the noises and see who it was.

Ryu takes a peek inside the classroom.

Notices that you were on the ground with a scratch on your face and your shirt was off, thrown to the floor beside you, his poor baby boy was crying and trembling out of fear.

One of the bullies was even filming this in. The bullies were laughing at you while calling you many different names, calling you a she instead of he, calling you a freak, a trans freak, a fag, etc, whatever the bullies could come up with.

He walked in and saw everything red in his eyes.

Ryu's blood was boiling until the bullies noticed Ryu and quickly closed their mouths, shutting themselves up as they were quick to go pale.

Glaring at them with the coldest glare while not tearing his eyes off of them. His gaze was like sharp daggers. He seriously couldn't wait until he could punish them. Not caring if he gets suspended or not.

But firstly, Ryu had to help his baby boy to cover up. Walking over to you and helping you stand, smiling warmly towards you but you knew that was a dangerous smile- Not towards you, but they were in danger.

Ryu took off his jacket and covered you, also telling you to wait outside by the school gate for the better.

Nodding to what he says as you give him a kiss on the cheek before quickly running out with a red face out of embarrassment.

He thought it was so cute but his thoughts quickly went to the bullies again.

Smiling at them, that smile was not a friendly one, it was a very scary yet dangerous one. He clenched his fists and his knuckles started turning white, “Let’s play a game, shall we?”

Coming out minutes later, he had a big warm genuine smile on his face.

There was blood that had stained his shirt, you got worried and quickly went over to him, a bit scared if he was the one who got bruised.

Checking up to see if he had any bruises and he did, his knuckles had a few bruises from the beating up he did. His knuckles were scraped and blood was coming out of them.

Ryu brushed it off and was more worried about you, asking if you had any more brushes than the one on your cheek.

You were quick to deny as you took his hand in his and led him to the school’s infirmary. Getting a bit sad but at the same time happy that he came out alive. You didn’t care if he killed those students since you’ve done the same in the past.

Arriving at the infirmary and making him sit down on the bed. Quickly taking bandages and medicine to clean the injuries. Taking a chair and putting it in front of him, sitting down as you start to tend to his injuries.

Ryu could only watch you tend to his injuries.

After you had finished tending to his injuries, you lowered your head as tears started to form on the corner of your eyes, slowly they started to roll down your cheeks as you started trembling.

Ryu starts worrying as he is quick to pull you into a warm embrace and onto his lap. Holding you tightly as he was panicking. Asking you why you were crying.

You answer in a shaky voice that you were scared of losing him, what if he was the one that had gotten beaten up. Pushing him slightly away as you start hitting him, you weren’t hitting him that hard to injure him, after all you were vulnerable right now, how could you hit him hard?

He noticed how sad you were and afraid of how risky it was, it was after all four against one, plus they were quite bigger. But also sighing in relief at how much you cared about him, he held you firmly and close, not daring to let you go.

You continue to cry while burying your face in his shoulder, sobbing while babbling about how he should be careful and all that stuff.

Ryu smiled and chuckled to himself softly as he agreed to everything you said.

Eyes were red and puffy, cheeks stained with tears as you sniffled. Letting go of the hug and looking at his bandaged hands, slowly taking both of his hands in both of yours, giving them soft kisses.

Acting all cute in his eyes made his heart melt completely, feeling warm and fuzzy, in a state of bliss. Oh, how he just wanted to keep you beside him for the rest of his life!!!!♡♡

Letting go of his hands as you look up to him with your pretty (e/c) doe eyes that met his (e/c) eyes.

Oh, you’re just melting his heart completely at this point.

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The both of you got home safely after all the things that happened.

Some were crazy while some were cute!♡

Ryu stayed over for the night because your house was near.

You gave him your clothes for him to wear but they were just slightly smaller so he wasn’t wearing a shirt for the sake of himself, he needed to breathe properly while sleeping.

The both of you got into your bed and cuddled while drifting off to sleep.

You were first to fall asleep because he was whispering sweet things to you in a soft and soothing voice, of course you would fall asleep first!!

Smiling at the sight in front of him before falling asleep too, dreaming away into dreamland.

He would seriously kill someone if they dare to touch you again♡

Fic made by @darlingminjin

Dividers by @saradika

Red bow relentlessly~

Tengen x FTM male reader

Authors note: Kinkmas Day 2!! I hope you all enjoy the story and let me know what you think!!

"That bow clashes with your skin tone," Tengen mused, tapping his chin as he circled the dining table. His gold jewelry caught the overhead light every time he moved.

You adjusted the scratchy satin against your hips—red against flushed skin, thighs already parted where you'd been positioned. "You're the one who picked it out," you muttered, watching him smirk.

He stopped behind you, fingertips tracing the bow's edge where it dipped between your shoulder blades. "Yeah, but I didn't realize it'd make you blush prettier than the fabric." His breath hit the back of your neck—warm, uneven.

The table creaked when he braced one hand beside your hip. The other went straight for the bow's loose end, tugging just enough to make your breath hitch. "Gonna unwrap my present now," he said, voice dropping. "Be a good boy and hold still."

His teeth grazed your shoulder—sharp, deliberate. You arched instinctively, only for his palm to press flat between your shoulder blades, pinning you down with effortless strength. The contrast of cold metal from his rings against your overheated skin made you shudder.

"You taste like cinnamon," he murmured against your inner thigh, nose brushing where you were already wet for him. His chuckle vibrated through you when you whined. "Told you that pastry was a bad idea."

The first lick was slow—testing, teasing—until your hips jerked. Then he pinned them with his forearms, swallowing your moan whole when he finally dove in. Every flick of his tongue sent sparks up your spine, every hum against your clit punched the air from your lungs. The bow's tails fluttered against your stomach with each uneven gasp, the satin now damp where your fingers twisted into it.

He pulled back just to watch you squirm, lips glistening. "Look at you," he growled, dragging a thumb through your slick. "All desperate and shaking for me. Such a good boy." His fingers replaced his tongue, curling inside you with a precision that had your toes curling. The stretch burned sweetly, his rings catching where you clenched around him.

You barely registered the clatter of his earrings against the table when he ducked back down, mouth sealing over your clit as his fingers sped up. The rhythm was ruthless—deep strokes countered by shallow flicks, his free hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. Heat coiled tight in your gut, white noise filling your ears as his teeth grazed that perfect spot—

Then he stopped. Your sob of protest died when he grinned up at you, pupils blown wide. "Not yet," he purred, twisting his fingers. "I wanna hear you beg first." The bow's edges tickled your ribs as your chest heaved. "C'mon, pretty boy. Ask nicely."

You choked on your own spit when his thumb pressed circles against your clit—too light, too slow—while his fingers stayed buried deep. His wedding band scraped inside you, the gold warmed from your body. "T-Tengen, please—" you managed before his tongue cut you off, broad and hot as he lapped at you like something starved.

The dining chair legs screeched when he abruptly yanked you forward by the thighs, sending silverware clattering to the floor. His teeth sank into your inner thigh as his fingers crooked just right, the sharp sting pulling a broken noise from your throat. "Louder," he demanded against your skin, breath ragged. "Wanna hear how bad you need it."

Lightning shot up your spine when he suddenly sucked your clit hard between his lips, humming as you arched off the table. The bow tore under your nails—a sharp rip—as everything tensed, pleasure cresting like a wave about to break. His groan vibrated through you when he felt you clench around his fingers, his grip on your hip turning possessive. "That's it," he rasped. "Let me feel it."

You barely recognized your own voice—hoarse and wrecked—as you sobbed his name, thighs trembling against his temples. He didn't let up, dragging his tongue flat over your clit in slow, filthy strokes that had your vision whiting out. The metallic taste of blood hit your tongue where you'd bitten your lip, mingling with the scent of sex and spilled wine from the knocked-over glass near your elbow.

Tengen's chuckle was dark when you weakly tried to push his head away, oversensitive and shaking. "Nuh-uh," he tutted, catching your wrist and pinning it above your head. His wedding band dug into your pulse point as he licked a stripe up your slit, savoring. "Told you I'd make you cum relentlessly." His thumb pressed down ruthlessly just as his teeth grazed your inner thigh—the dual sensation sending you crashing over the edge again with a punched-out moan.

The bow was completely ruined now—satin shredded, tails limp with sweat—but Tengen only grinned against your thigh, pressing a kiss to the fresh bite mark. "Merry fucking Christmas," he murmured, licking his fingers clean with obscene relish. His golden eyes flicked up, catching yours with predatory intent. "Now let's see how many times I can get you to scream before midnight."

Authors notes: kinda shirt but the next one will be longer! Please leave any tips comments or suggestions down below!!

You’re a real man.

Billy loomis x ftm male reader

Authors note: a personal request from a friend of mine. I hope you all enjoy and leave any comments tips or suggestions down blow.

"Did you hear about that astronomer royal?" Billy asked, flipping his knife shut. He leaned against the fridge, watching Y/n scrub dishes like they owed him money. "Got fired for messing up a comet trajectory. Junot told me."

Y/n didn't look up from the sink, his shoulders rigid as he scoured a stubborn grease spot. "Don't care about astronomers," he muttered, the sponge squeaking violently against the ceramic. "Or comets. None of it matters." Water sloshed over the rim, soaking his faded band tee. He hated how the wet fabric clung flat against his chest, how every glance in the mirror felt like betrayal. Billy watched the tension coil in Y/n's jawline—a familiar tightness that had settled in over weeks, silent and suffocating.

Billy pushed off the fridge, closing the distance in three strides. He caught Y/n's wrist mid-scrub, fingers gentle but insistent. "Stop." The knife he'd been fiddling with clattered onto the counter. "You've been scrubbing that same plate for five minutes. Talk to me baby." Y/n's gaze flickered down, avoiding Billy's eyes, fixating instead on the soap bubbles popping against his skin. A flush crept up his neck—anger, disgust, or shame, Billy couldn't tell.

"Don't," Y/n whispered, voice strained. He tried to pull away, but Billy held firm. "Just... don't pretend you don't see it. That I'm not..." He swallowed hard, the unspoken words hanging between them: not whole. Not right. Not enough. Not a real man. Billy's thumb brushed over Y/n's knuckles, rough and soap-slicked. The silence stretched, thick with everything Y/n hadn't said—the dysphoria gnawing at him, the surgeries not yet done, the dread that Billy saw him as some half-finished thing.

Billy didn't argue. Didn't reassure with empty words. Instead, he cupped Y/n's face, forcing those downcast eyes to meet his own. "C'mere," he murmured, steering him away from the sink. He kicked the bathroom door shut behind them, locking it with a soft click. Without ceremony, Billy dropped to his knees on the cold tile, hands sliding up Y/n's thighs beneath damp jeans. Y/n froze, breath catching. "Billy—"

"Stop-Shut up," Billy ordered softly, pressing his mouth against the worn denim. His fingers hooked into Y/n's waistband, tugging jeans and boxers down in one rough motion. Cool air hit Y/n's skin, making him shudder. Billy didn't hesitate—didn't pause to look or question. He just leaned forward and buried his face between Y/n's legs, tongue dragging a hot, wet line against his cunt. Y/n gasped, fingers tangling in Billy's hair, knees buckling as pleasure punched through the numbness. It wasn't gentle. It was claiming. Hungry. A language louder than doubt.

Billy sucked hard at his boypussy, tongue circling his clit with messy, deliberate pressure. Y/n whimpered, hips jerking forward involuntarily. "See?" Billy growled against him, voice muffled and thick. His hands gripped Y/n's thighs, holding him open. "This isn't less. It's yours. It doesn’t make you any less of a man then the next person.” He licked deeper, tasting salt and sweat, and Y/n cried out—a raw, broken sound Billy had never heard before. Not from pain. From relief. From being seen exactly as he was: trembling, hard in his binder, dripping onto Billy's chin.

Billy pulled back just enough to speak, lips glistening. "You think I give a fuck about anatomy ?" His thumb rubbed slow circles over Y/n's clit, watching him shake. "You're mine. Every scar. Every hormone shot. Every surgery." He pressed a kiss to the inside of Y/n's thigh, teeth grazing skin. "Real men don't hide. They take what they want." His tongue dipped inside again, deep and possessive, and Y/n sobbed, coming against Billy's mouth in a sudden, shuddering rush.

Afterward, Billy rested his forehead against Y/n's hipbone, breathing hard. Y/n's fingers trembled as they carded through Billy's hair. No words. Just the drip of the faucet in the kitchen sink, the thud of Y/n's heartbeat against Billy's ear. Billy turned his head, pressing a kiss to the soft trail of hair below Y/n's navel. "Next time you scrub a plate raw," he murmured, "it better be because you're thinking of this."

Y/n laughed—a wet, hiccuping sound he hadn't made in weeks. "Asshole." He tugged Billy up by his collar, kissing him messy and deep, tasting himself on Billy's tongue. Billy grinned against his mouth, hands sliding up to cradle Y/n's jaw. "You gonna argue with me now?" he challenged, thumb brushing the damp edge of Y/n's binder. "Or admit I'm right?"

Outside, a car screeched. Y/n flinched—old habit. Billy didn't move, didn't break eye contact. "Real men," Y/n whispered, testing the words. They felt different now. Lighter. Like taking off a backpack full of bricks. Billy nodded once, sharp and sure. "Yeah. And they don't apologize for what they've got." He palmed Y/n through his binder, feeling the hard swell of chest muscle beneath. "Especially when it tastes this fucking good."

Y/n shoved him playfully toward the door. "Go wash your face, Loomis." But his smile stayed—wide and real—as Billy swaggered out, wiping his chin on his sleeve. Through the cracked door, Y/n caught his reflection in the medicine cabinet mirror. Same scars. Same body. But the boy staring back didn't look unfinished anymore. He looked...whole..loved. Billy's voice drifted from the kitchen sink, singing off-key about something random. Y/n leaned against the doorframe, watching him scrub dishes with exaggerated vigor. This time, when Billy glanced back, Y/n didn't look away.

Drabble <3

Tw: Male reader, bottom male reader, mim, m4m, ftm reader, Toji x ftm reader, dysphoria, negativities, unprotected sex, eating reader out, mentions of boycunt/boypussy, pet names, curse

Genre: Smut

You are currently getting ready for the date you planned, celebrating Valentines day a day early just because it'll be a bit busier tomorrow. Plus, the two of you will stay in tomorrow so you two decided to go out today. Well.. you planned that. Toji agreed because he wants to see his sweetheart boy all happy and joyful.

Putting on some lip gloss to make your lips glossy and nice, looking very kissable. Putting the lip gloss away in your little make up bag before looking at yourself in the mirror. Fixing your cardigan in place and smiling out of excitement. But before you knew it.. dysphoria had gotten to you. Noticing the curves of your body as well as your slim waist, which made you think you were still in your previous body. Looking at yourself up and down and seeing your past female self. Negative thoughts occur after one another.

Until your thoughts get interrupted by the bedroom door opening, revealing your handsome husband, Toji. He was wearing a casual fit but still made him look fancy. Noticing his tall and big built, remembering how smaller you were compared to him. A thought crosses your mind which made you feel even more dysphoric. A deep voice interrupts your thoughts again, "Are you alright, darlin'?" he asks. Noticing an expressions he has seen before, usually when you're feeling upset or dysphoric.

You stay quiet for a while, not knowing what to reply with. To make an excuse up or not? He'll figure it out in an instant anyways so why not tell him? You muster up some courage as you slightly shook your head no. Toji had a feeling you would shake your head so he waits for you to continue. Silently sighing to yourself as your hands find their way to the hem of your shirt. You open your mouth to talk, "..Don't I look too feminine? I'm not even close to looking like a guy yet," you softly mumble out. Toji hears your words as he sighs, knowing this lead back to how it'll always go back to. Not if he.. oh, an idea pops up in his mind.

"Baby boy.. we've gone over this. You're a guy, no matter how you dress and look. Hell, you might as well be a stunnin' one at that." He replies in a gentle tone, stepping closer towards you as it kind of made him annoyed that you would think so. Thought, he took your dysphoria seriously but sometimes it got the best of you. Which isn't good at all, in his opinion. A small smirk appears on his face as he places his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to his body as his voice turns low and husky. "Now, how about I get rid of those thought, darlin' boy? It'll be better to the both of us." He whispers in your ear, his hot breath hitting your ear which makes a shiver go down your spine. He notices this as his smirked widened.

He had you spread out on the bed, your folds parted as he eats your boy pussy out while his fingers rubbed against your entrance which made you feel sensitive. Easily sliding in a slow circle motion from your slick. Licking up the slick that was created from your arousal. Moan after moan escaped your lips, back arching off the bed as you hand was pushing him down and fingers tangled in his hair. Tears rolling down your cheeks from the intense pleasure. Groaning against your pussy as it sent electricity through your body. Before you know it, he sunk his fingers inside your warmth.

Eyes going wide and rolling back from the sudden intrusion of his fingers, not expecting him to push them in without a warning. A cry left your lips. He continues to lick and suck your throbbing cunt, playing with your clit.

Not too long after, he removes his fingers and pulls away from your boy pussy. Sitting up and settling between your legs, still having you spread. His bulge pressing against your soaked cunt. Removing the shirt we was wearing and exposing his upper body for you, revealing the muscles you always love to see before unzips his pants. Pushing them down as well as his boxers. His cock springs free and is displayed for you, hot dogging between your folds as he slowly grinds to create even more friction. Precum leaking out and getting your cunt more soaked. You watch it with admiration and notice his size, letting out a moan as your pupils look heart-shaped.

"..D-Daddy.." You moan out as you look at it before up at him. A low chuckle leaves his lips, "I'll give it to ya, don't worry baby boy." He says as he slowly lines himself up before pushing inside. You slightly whine as he lets out a groan, "Still so tight, prince.. fuck." Toji groans out and pushes himself deeper, going balls deep. When he's fully inside he lets you adjust to his size. But you give him an immediate green light, just wanting him to start moving. "Move~♡" You whine out, already feeling every inch of him. He listens to you as he starts to pound away. Picking up his pace as he keeps hitting your cervix every time he goes fully inside. Toji's tip hitting your cervix lovingly.

The room is soon filled with squelches, moans, grunts, and skin hitting against skin.

Well.. there is a long way ahead for the two of you.. Toji wanted to knock you up just so you'll forget every single thought that you had about yourself in a negative way♡

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,,Last one is just bc, for shits and giggles honestly,,, I mean, it will bother and effect me but at the same time: my work is for my pleasure and happiness,, First and foremost: I write them for me, then I publish them on here to let my readers enjoy and have fun,,,

Edit: ,,maybe even to inspire others to start writing as well, who knows?