✨FTM Regressers x Male Reader
Characters: Tsukki, Kenma, and Goshiki!
Not so requested request cause someone needed it and tbh we need ftm representation✨
Baby Dino
FTM Regresser Tsukki x Male CG Reader
“Bubba” nickname
Tsukishima didn’t wait to tell you he was a little. Might as well get it out there before you broke his heart and broke up with him, right? Wrong! You were so happy he was brave enough to tell you. He didn’t admit it, but he loved how you babied him when he told you, loved the cute nicknames you started to come up with, the ideas you were thinking, plans you were making, and absolutely couldn’t wait to get the dino plushie you were promising. It made him feel special and validated.
Coming out as trans was a completely different experience. It happened completely on accident, absolutely not how he tried to plan it, but now it’s there. You’d forgotten to knock on his door before walking in and saw him in a binder and put two and two together. You’d both had a talk about it and he explained everything to you. Oh you were so proud of him for being himself and you made sure he knew it. He always feels so loved and accepted by you.
[side note: cw for period mention in this one]
It happened late at night, he hadn’t been expecting it, but he started his period while he was regressed. He forgot about it and he pouted, tears in his eyes. You frowned when you saw him crying. “Hey, baby dino, what’s wrong? Why is bubba’s baby crying, huh?” You stroked his cheeks.
“huwt, bubba. tummy huwt.” He whimpered, pulling his knees to his chest. You frowned and kissed his head.
“Have you eaten today baby?” He nodded and you hummed. “What about water? Or juice? Have you had those?” He nodded again, crying more. What was wrong? You noticed blood on his shorts and your heart dropped. “Oh, poor baby. Come here, bubba’s gonna fix it, okay?” Tsukki nodded softly and let you carry him to the bathroom.
After getting him cleaned up and putting a pad in his new shorts, you gave him some pain medicine, safely mixed with water to help him take it, and made him some juice and dino nuggets. When he sat down to eat, he felt much better as the pain medicine kicked in and he kicked his feet while you made his plate.
“My sweet baby boy.” You smiled and kissed his head. “Nap time after you eat, okay?” He nodded and picked up a dinosaur, playing with the nuggets as if they were toys. When the t-rex bit the other dinosaur, he would take a bite. It wasn’t as fast as he usually ate but you let him, just to keep the smile on his face.
Tiny Snail
FTM! Goshiki x Male Reader
“Dada” nickname
Goshiki didn’t mean to tell you he was a little, he was talking to Tendou (his step-in caregiver until he got an official one) about slipping after practice and you just kind of... overheard. You weren’t eavesdropping! You weren’t that kind of person, and thankfully Goshiki knew it too. He admitted he was a little and you were very supportive of it. You knew a little before moving to Shiratorizawa. He was glad knowing you were okay with it and Tendou proposed that you help him babysit Goshiki after practice. You agreed even though Goshiki himself was insisting it wasn’t necessary, his cute round face bright red with embarrassment.
Finding out he was trans was a complete accident.
You were babysitting, contemplating asking if he’d be your little or if he had one, since you’d kinda fallen in love with little Goshiki (in a completely sfw way, you absolutely loved caring for him) and he started complaining.
“Dada, test huwts.” He whined, tugging at his shirt. You frowned and crouched down. “It huwts dada!” Tears welled up in the littles eyes and you felt your heart break for him.
“Hey, it’s okay little one. Dada will fix it.” You rubbed his back and felt material under his soft shirt, snail patterned of course. Your brows furrow in confusion and you hold his hands. “Hey, tiny snail, can dada take your shirt off? Maybe it might help.” Goshiki, small, trust-filled baby that he was, agreed and lifted his arms so you could take his shirt off. You always asked first and told him afterward if you had to do something like this, just to be safe. You saw underneath his shirt was a strange half-shirt. It confused you, but it was constricting his chest and you figured it was the problem.
You asked if it was okay to take off and he hesitated, but nodded in the end. “Are you sure, tiny? If it makes you uncomfy I can close my eyes.” He shook his head and once again lifted his arms. You helped him get it off, then put his snail shirt back on, careful not to peek at his now bare torso. Inspecting it closer, you realized you were holding a binder. One that was definitely not the right size for the little in front of you. “How long were you wearing this baby?”
Goshiki shifted uncomfortably and tried to grab it. You kept it just out of reach and repeated your question. “A-aw day.” He finally said, tears in his eyes. He knew he should’ve taken it off and the regret and fear was making his slip out of his little space. You set the binder down and cupped his cheeks.
“Hey, tiny snail, it’s okay. I’m not mad at you, okay? I’m just worried about you. Okay?” Goshiki nodded in response and leaned on you. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” You kissed his head and he started to slowly fall asleep. Boy did you have quite the conversation to have when he was big again. But, for now, you’d take care of him and make him feel safe.
Kitten
FTM Kenma x Male Reader
“Papa” nickname
CW: Transphobia
Kenma wasn’t closed off as much about him being trans, however it took nearly three months to get him to tell you he was a little. You were proud of your boyfriend for telling you, and he asked you to be his cg which you quickly agreed to of course. You were very proud of your little.
Not everyone was as accepting as you though, sadly. As the two of you were shopping, a group of middle schoolers from his old middle school recognized him and started shouting his deadname, calling him a girl, saying ma’am, and generally being jerks. You shouted at them but they’d done their damage already.
“Papa?” Kenma asked quietly, looking up at you. He’d slipped, probably from those idiots. “Am I a giw? I don wanna be a giw. I is a boy. Wight?” He clinged to your arm, sniffling. “wight?” You pet his hair, holding him close.
“Of course you are, kitten. You’re papa’s baby boy, you’re so special.” You kissed his head and he buried his face in your chest, breathing in your smell. “My special baby boy, so handsome and so brave. I love you kitten, okay? You’re my precious little boy.” He nodded, still clinging to you.
“papa? tan we go det i cweam?” He looked up pleadingly, clutching your shirt. You smiled and nodded, seeing his eyes sparkle and a smile break across his face. “fanks you papa.” Despite his want to shout and run around and jump with excitement, he held back, knowing you were in public and wouldn’t like that.
“Come on kitten, let’s get some ice cream.” You held his hand and walked him to the store. Even with those jerks earlier, the day ended up being just as awesome as you’d expected it to be and you loved it.
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Written because @lilhunterpedia mentioned that ftm regressors don’t get much representation, so here you go!
