#x trans reader

I sadly only have Tumblr :(

I was trying to log on ao3 multiple times, but it didn't work so i kinda just gave up xD

Warnings: talk of periods and the like, disphoria mention

A/n: wrote these real quick after a shower cause I'm cramping and needed the comfort. Anyways enjoy and remember to hydrate or diedrate.

So basically I joined an Iron Lung discord server and there were horny people there and now I'm writing pornk for them. Here's the link for the discord

Drowning in your blood ocean

ftm! Simon the Butcher x ftm! Reader

Tw: fluff and then porn,words used for ftm genitalia: pussy,cunt,clit,t-dick,dick. Face sitting,period sex,we eat Simonussy for breaksfast,reader gives off unhinged vibes bc I refuse to write a normal reader,I will die on this hill

This gif cracks me up everytime lol

He was back. After everything that had happened,after all the blood and the pain and the scars,he was back. Back to Eden. Back to you.

After the mission,it had taken monthhs before he was actually sent back to Eden. So much time that he started believing they had lied. That they would keep him imprisoned for the rest of his life. That he had seen too much for them to let him go.

And yet,here he was. He had almost cried the first time he saw the Last Tree again. When he saw you,he sobbed. Loud,uncontrollable sounds coming from deep in his chest,ripping trought him. He had fallen to his knees and you had followed right after,your arms enveloping him in an embrace so thight you could have suffocated him. Not that he would mind. Dying here,in your arms,away from that damned planet,he would die a happy man. You were both openly sobbing,holding onto eachoter like your lives depended on it. Maybe they did. It surely felt like they did.

Getting back to a somewhat normal life was...rather difficult. Losing an arm meant he was unable to fight for Eden,and they were hesitant on what he should do. Afterall,no one wanted to work near the Butcher. And he couldn't do all that much either,at least for now. Getting used to living with only one arm was revealing itself to be a pretty difficult task. He was so thankful that you were there to help him. You had taken the reins ever since he came back. You helped him trought his recovery,you comforted him when he had nightmares or panick attacks,you were the one anchoring him when his brain tried to convince him this was all just a dream,that he was still in that submarine,dying from lack of oxigen. And you were the one making sure no one tried anything with him. He was fragile,both mentally and phisically,at the moment. And even thought he was supposed to be the Butcher,all in all,you looked far scarier right now. You seemed on the verge of killing everyone simply for existing in the vicinity of Simon. Anyone that sent a dirty look his way was put back into place by a whispered threat in a silent hall. Now the very few that didn't ignore him already,trying to start trouble for some stupid reason,didn't even dare enter your line of sight. And since you were constantly with Simon,they never tried to mess with him either. You were both playing the role of his caretaker and protector,and he was so grateful. He didn't think he could handle their words right now.

Unfortunately you are nothing but a human,and with everything going on,you had completely forgotten about yours or Simon's shots. And it came back to slap you in the face one morning.

It was a surprise to Simon to one day wake up to the feeling of blood pooling between his legs,staining the sheets of the bed in the small room you two had been given. For a moment,the smell and sensation brought him back in the submarine,and he panicked. He could almost hear the blood slowly dripping from the walls as the ocean fought to grab him,take him,consume him...

His hand found your chest and he focused on the feeling of your heart beating,counting in a low voice and taking deep breaths. It seemed to work,and when he felt you stirring and turned to the side to face you,he was much calmer. "Sorry,didn't mean to wake you up." He murmured,and you shook your head. "It's fine. You okay? Did you have another nightmare?" You whispered back,rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. "No,it's not that,I just..." He trailed off,and only then did you notice the blood on the sheets. Your face went from confused to horrified in a second as you realized what had woken him up. "Fuck,I forgot your shots! Shit,I'm so sorry,damnit,this is all my fault,I'm so sorry." You said quickly,trying to get up. His hand flew to your shoulder and he pulled you back down. "It's okay,you just forgot. It's not your fault." He said and despite everything,his voice did calm you down a bit. You layed back down and leaned into him,murmuring apologies as you placed a kiss on his chest. He shivered and you stilled. You kissed him again and his arm thightened around you. You and Simon hadn't been intimate yet since he came back. You were far too worried to do anything more than cuddle,and he seemed fine with just holding you as close as humanly possible. But now,with his bare skin under your lips and the smell of him overpowering your sense,it was rather difficult not to let your mind wander to certain places. You kept pressing your lips to his chest and shoulders and his fingers moved to curl into your hair,pulling you up and into a desperate kiss. You pulled away after a few seconds. "Are you sure you wanna do this? If you don't want to after everything that has happened to you,it's totally understanda-" He cut you off by crushing his lips with yours again. You wanted to argue further,to make sure this was okay,but the way he was melting into you,his body pressing into yours,and he was starting to grind his crotch against your leg made it very hard to think straight. You could feel the damp fabric of his pants rubbing against your skin and you grabbed the waistband pulling both the pants and underwear down his legs and off of him. You brought your hand up to his pussy,pressing on it,and he moaned into the kiss. You pulled back after a few more seconds,both of you panting slightly. You could fell blood on your hand,and maybe a normal person would have been grossed out,but God you were not normal for Simon. Your lips went to his neck and traced a path down his body. By the time you reached his belly button,he was whining,his finger holding your hair thight,trying to pull you down to where he wanted you most. You let him guide you,your face finding his thigh and nuzzling it,licking the blood off of it. He moaned and his hips jerked forward,deperate for more stimulation,for you to pleasure him. And really,who were you to deny the love of your life anything?

Your mouth finally found his pussy and you started eating like a man starved. Your tongue found its way into his cunt,the taste of his blood intoxicating and heavy in the best way possible. Your tongue occasionaly pulled away from inside him to tease his clit just to hear him moan louder. He whined as you pulled away completely,licking your lips and patting him on the hip,signaling for him to move. You guided him until he was on his knees,hovering over your face,and then pulled him down with all your strenght. He yelped,surprised,and dropped his whole body weight onto you,causing a moan to leave both of you,followed soon by another from him as you immediately resumed your attack to his cunt. He gripped your hair,trying to keep his balance as he grinded down onto your face,which revealed itself to be quite a task with only one arm and your tongue fucking him stupid. He had to hold on pretty hard,and he could feel a few of your hair being pulled off from his grip. He opened his mouth to apologize,but could only make a sound somewhere between a whine,a moan and a scream as he felt you gently bite his t-dick. The sensation was a mix of pain and pleasure that left him gasping,panted 'yes' and 'more's leaving his lips,his grinding increasing in strenght along with his grip. The second time you bit down on his dick,he came. It was sudden,unexpected and absolutely overwhelming,a loud whine being torn from his throat. You fucked him trought it,helping him ride it out. As he slowly came down from his high,he tried getting off of you. He gasped as you grabbed onto his hips to stop him,pulling him back down to lick him clean from all the blood and other fluids,the tip of your tongue occasionally teasing his entrance or his clit,making him gasp. Once he was troughoutly clean,you let him go and he collapsed next to you. You wrapped you arms around him and pulled him so he was half laying on top of you,his head on your chest and one of his leg thrown over yours. His arm instinctively went around you and he closed his eyes,taking a deep breath. "We should clean up." You murmured lazily after a few moments,the few remaints of juices on your face starting to dry out already. "In a minute." He whispers,and you smile. Yeah,you can take another minute to bask in the afterglow,and in eachoter's warmth.

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Literally, I only remembered this because I'm writing something for a trans!Reader. I remember reading something talking about x male!reader on here, and how they were complaining that when its a ftm!reader it's heavy on talking about how the reader is transgender and how it was annoying and such (something along those lines, I can't remember it was a couple of months ago). I just got thinking about how it is kind of the point that it's heavy on the reader being transgender because its directed at the reader being trans!

I get that there's very limited character x male reader on here and that sucks, but there's even less trans!male reader fics here. The fact that people get annoyed over trans!reader fics being 'heavy' on detailing that the reader is transgender is so fucking stupid. It's specific for trans readers, of course it's going to mention how the reader is trans and focus on problems for them, ect: because it is FOR a TRANS reader.

It's not for cis people, is what I'm saying because some of these fics focus on trans issues such as insecurity and gender / body dysphoria. Like, c'mon, this is like if I got annoyed over a character x fem!reader was too heavy on describing the feminine characteristics in a fic. Like... why would I get annoyed if it specifies it's a fem reader like SOME people get annoyed over a fic specifying over it being a trans reader.

The only way I could kind of understand this is if it didn't specify in the beginning because tags and fic summaries exist for a reason.

(Say that 5 times fast)