I want a cute teenage romance ☹️☹️☹️ I want us to make out messily with no idea what we're doing ☹️☹️☹️ I want us to have our first time together, all shy and blushing asking "is this okay?" "does this feel good?" ☹️☹️☹️ I want to be overwhelmed with you by how turned on we can be together ☹️☹️☹️ gasping and moaning into each others mouths as it finally goes in ☹️☹️☹️ I want to cum for the first time with another person, still worried about how my face looks, while you can only admire how pretty and hot I look ☹️☹️☹️ how it makes you want to repeat this over and over again ☹️☹️☹️ how we seperate again, sweaty and out of breath in the afterglow of sex. ☹️☹️☹️ Its awkward and new but it's okay when it's with you
i don’t get bottom dysphoria that often, but man, sometimes i really wish i had a dick so i could “accidentally” get an erection while wrestling with a friend, and then he could tease me for it
Divination starts with needle, thread, and flesh. Tear your skin and reshape it. Heal your body in your own sacred image so that we may fall to our knees and worship.
Making a cis guy question his sexuality as he fucks into your boy cunt like a rabid dog. You can barely contain your grin as you watch him lose himself, eyes half-lidded and mouth hung open as he pounds his pathetic cis cock into you. He whines desperately when he fills you with his cum, looking down at the man beneath him. The hair, the face, the body. He knows you're a dude, and somehow it only makes his hips buck harder against you.
Oh, to milk him dry a hundred times more until he finally accepts that he loves fucking other men
Oh but also imagine he's your guy best friend. You've been friends for years, way before you started transitioning, and you've always been just that. Friends.
Though for some reason the way he saw you changed when you started taking testosterone. Besides the obvious changes it did to you. You're still the same person to him, obviously, but the way you just keep becoming yourself more and more every day... It somehow makes you so much hotter. He never really thought much about his sexuality, always figured he was straight because, well, girls are pretty. But seeing the way you suddenly flourished just awakened something in him.
You'd complain about how much sweatier you are and how your chin itches from the thin, new hair. But whenever you did, you didn't realise how fucking horny it made him. He'd fuck his fist desperately, imagining the way you smell now, how hairy your body must be getting under those clothes. He'd listen to your voice messages where you update the way it cracks and deepens over the months, and he can't help but wonder how it would sound moaning deeply into his ear.
Sure, girls are pretty. But nothing compares to how pathetic he gets for a man like you.
Making a cis guy question his sexuality as he fucks into your boy cunt like a rabid dog. You can barely contain your grin as you watch him lose himself, eyes half-lidded and mouth hung open as he pounds his pathetic cis cock into you. He whines desperately when he fills you with his cum, looking down at the man beneath him. The hair, the face, the body. He knows you're a dude, and somehow it only makes his hips buck harder against you.
Oh, to milk him dry a hundred times more until he finally accepts that he loves fucking other men
(hands you a wet, oozing abomination of flesh, constructed of different kinks and fetishes all held together by a mess of unaddressed childhood trauma)
Short wip where I'm not sure if ppl would be interested in reading a full version
The full thing would include: dubcon, inappropriate student/teacher relationship, smut obv, reader being on testosterone and descriptions of how it's changing their body
Written in second person
(also English isn't my first language)
Being Snape's transmale student, he's only aware of your "condition" as you've been provided with potions to heighten your natural testosterone. It was a rough guess of his, but no matter what would expect him when he ordered you to his office after class, he didn't care. Soon, he had your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look up at him with those pretty, innocent eyes.
"Your grades are slipping." He speaks slowly, in the same deep, nasally tone he has when deducting points from a student, as he often does.
You blink, as if snapped back to reality by his words, as you've been frozen still and confused by his approaches ever since he locked the door.
"I'm sorry, Professor." Your own voice is quiet, submissive, with a slight crack to it from your vocal cords thickening these past months. He is way too close, but for some reason you feel the urge to invite his warmth. He has you cornered against his desk, his black robes almost swallowing your own with no space inbetween.
Snape stares down at you, his chin kept high. He is terrifyingly imposing, studying your features. You feel a certain warmth growing under the skin of your cheeks, halfway hoping he would notice how much shapier your face had become. Lately, it's become a habit of yours to stare at yourself in the mirror, studying each tiny detail for new changes ever since you started taking those potions. You wonder; does he find you handsome?
His face never changes, of course it doesn't. Instead his hand slowly descends from your chin, down your throat, until his fingers spread the white fabric of your collar. Softly, yet assertively caressing the small bit of skin exposed beneath it. Your breath shivers.
"Not to worry." He says, his eyes following his hand, his dark eyes scanning over your smooth skin in a way no teacher should. "I am aware that you don't seek to disappoint me. Unlike many students."
You understand what he's doing. The shock, that this was reality, was what had previously kept you from acknowledging his actions. With another shuddering breath, you decide to play his game.
"I would do anything to improve, Professor."
You swear you can see the corner of his mouth twitch. Then, he leans down, his frame engulfing yours. He speaks lowly, almost in a terrifying whisper.
"Good."
You feel the hairs in your neck stand on end. His gravelly voice sending tingles through your entire body, as if he'd cast a spell that lingers mostly in your abdomen. Your mind fills with filthy thoughts, the testosterone in your body working overtime to make them all the more vivid.
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Right, so I worry that I get carried away in the paragraphs, but I'm honestly enjoying the more in-detail descriptions. I never see the effects of testosterone being discussed at all even in explicitly transmasc fics, despite how well you can work with them in nsfw settings! Seriously guys, I can't be the only one writing about it!
Either way, please PLEASE feel free to leave any criticism or suggestions and let me know if you'd be interested in more like this. I really want to write more, but it's difficult to stay motivated, so I appreciate any engagement.
Pierre offering to show you his new seeds of the season and then he takes you into Caroline's greenhouse to hold you in a mating press, pumping your cunt full of his hot, white seed. Anything for that discount lol
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