#ftm smut

[faberwriothesly]

i would love to know the origin story behind how transmascs came to be g*d's horniest lil guys. what a sacred calling.

[sunnypuppydreams]

do you have any recommendations on where to find erotic stories, smut, comics, audios, videos, whatever it is you use (if you do!)

Hard to find anything involving someone like me (trans man)

Help a brother in need haha

boy do i!

note: unfortunately i am too broke to pay for porn, so all of these recs are available for free. if you can afford it, please support nsfw content creators with tips / subscriptions.

my main website recommendation is AO3. it’s the only 100% free and ad free site i use for porn. i’m a fanfic die hard, but there are plenty of original works available to read if you’re not in fandom.

second platform recommendation is reddit. great place to find amateur / homemade porn. r/FtMPorn, r/puppyboypetsmart, r/ftmfetish

🍒 Gummy and the Doctor by DarkChibiShadow is my favorite trans erotica right now. it’s an animated series about a shapeshifting sex alien that crashes their ship on a transmasc mad scientist’s lair. i love the visuals and the voice acting is top notch.

⭐️ Spencer Sunboy is a really cute trans camboy / nsfw model. you can get some content for free on his fansly

⭐️ Femboy Felix is gorgeous and has some free content on fansly

⭐️ daxdecker69 (PORNHUB) has some of the hottest orgasms ive ever seen

enjoy <3

[faeriefrenzy]

I LAY SOME GOOD PIPE

FINGER GAME IS FLEEK

[vidionsty]

There aren’t enough medical fics and porn. I don’t want the cheesy stuff where the medicine is dick. I want it to be clinical. I want it to be under the doctors ‘professional opinion’. For his verbalized observations of my body’s reactions to make me even more aroused. I try to be as quiet as possible and not to show how turned on I am but my clit is so hard and I’m soaked.

Maybe I squirm too much and I need to be restrained so the doctor can focus on all those slow, calculated touches that make me feel insane for being so turned on but it’s never enough to make me cum. I want him to make up a reason to keep me for the foreseeable future. He knows I can’t be left unrestrained because I’ll touch myself and make myself cum over and over again. But I’m not allowed to cum, not till I’m better.

[faeriefrenzy]

grinding against sam wilson after a sparring session, the friction driving us both crazy but it not being enough, his rough hand gripping your hips, rubbing them when he squeezed to hard causing me to whimper against his lips. sam pulls back gently nipping at my lips , chuckling as i chase after him.

“patience mama, let me savor you”

he flips us over, my legs wrapping around his waist as my back hits the floor with a gentle thud. Pinning my wrist above my head against the mat with one hand, the other sliding down into my sweats, his fingers teasing my clit.

“how many do you want babydoll, you think you can handle what i give you today, or am i gonna be blessed with those pretty tears, hmm?”

IM TWEAKING

i’m h!gh and all i can think about is sam

[evil-mxd]

I literally can NEVER find t4t non-binary x ftm smut （ ｉ _ ｉ ）like what if i wanna see a transmasc be rendered useless just by a bit of g-spot massaging. god forbid a guy has preferences

[materthorn]

King of Swords

Read it on AO3 HERE. As a rare treat, Sevatar gets eaten nicely by his primarch. NSFW, MDNI, FTM Sevatar, PWP.

Sevatar flexed against the mishmash of flesh and fabric that lined the bed beneath him. The corpse scent of his primarch's private chambers was always overwhleming, but never fully unpleasant. A bit like the primarch himself, Sevatar thought absently. At the foot of the bed, Konrad Curze stood pale and willow-framed, rocking back and forth as though pushed by a soft breeze. He was nude and his cock hung soft yet still imposing between his pale legs. It was roughly the size of Sevatar's arm and the sight of it alone was enough to leave Sevatar biting harshly through his own cheek to contain his want.

He would never understand what purpose the Emperor could have had in mind when he made astartes so reactive to their primarchs. Even other primarchs had a worshipful effect on the astartes of fellow legions, but one's own primarch commanded a unique gravitational pull it seemed, one which his astartes were helpless to withstand. The same was true even of the eighth legion. Curze was half-mad, almost always filthy, and torturously deadly at the best of times. Sevatar had never been so turned on in all his life.

Sevatar watched Curze's movements entranced. The proximity to his naked form enough to spark a wildfire of desire in him. He felt himself dripping slick onto the bedding below and widened his legs to grant his primarch a better view. Curze stopped swaying, eyes fixing on Sevatar's cunt and the small protruding prick that matched it. Sevatar waited, watching his lord's reaction closely. The few previous times he had been summoned to Curze's room for this had been different. The Night Haunter had fallen on him instantly all teeth and nails and burning cock searing it's way roughly into Sevatar while he keened and thrashed and bit at his primarch helplessly. Sevatar never lasted more than a few rounds before his body went fully limp and non-responsive under the primarch's seemingly unending orgasms.

Sevatar treasured those encounters and always hoped for them whenever he was summoned. It was what he had expected this time as well, but instead he had been instructed to strip and lie on the primarch's bed as he watched. The anticipation was nice, but Sevatar was not a patient man. He sat up and began to reach for Curze, hoping to pull him onto him. Curze smacked his hand away with such force that Sevatar worried momentarily that his fingers had been broken. He flexed them weakly and found them responsive.

"Lie. Down." Curze commanded.

Sevatar obeyed and spread his legs wider for Curze. He truly had no idea what his primarch was planning and the thought excited him enormously.

Sevatar felt the bed shift as Curze knelt onto it at Sevatar's feet. The primarch looked as though he wanted to speak, but instead he wrapped his long fingers around Sevatar's thighs, encompassing them easily, and knelt his head between them. Sevatar watched, mouth slack, as his primarch pushed his face towards Sevatar's cunt, inhaling deeply. Curze's tongue darted out almost imperceptibly as though he could taste Sevatar's scent from the air. Maybe he could, Sevatar thought, primarch's had all kinds of unknown abilities.

Curze continued to scent at Sevatar's sex, never quite touching where Sev needed him most. He seemed to be savoring the smell of him and Sevatar wanted desperately to grind his hips up and into Curze's face. Instead he gripped the flesh beneath him and let his thighs shake helplessly in the Night Haunter's grip.

Finally, after what seemed minutes of waiting, Sevatar watched as Curze lapped a long wet stripe up his cunt and the length of his cock. Sev shuddered, breathless. This was new. This they hadn't done before.

Curze leaned in again and let the length of his tongue slide against Sevatar's hole. It flicked at his ass briefly and Sevatar shivered. His tongue was larger than Sevatar had imagined. He always forgot about their unapproachable size difference until he was pinned under his primarch like a prey animal, like a doll for fucking.

His primarch lapped at his cunt again before sliding his thick tongue inside of him to the root. Sevatar felt the prehensile flicking of Curze's tongue along his inner walls and clenched down hard, trapping Curze's tongue inside him. The primarch responded by fucking his tongue thickly in and out of Sevatar's hole, tasting him completely, his mouth fixed between his legs. From Sevatar's point of view it looked like the Night Haunter was devouring him alive. His hips kicked up uncontrollably and Curze's nose, proud and aquiline, ground into the red throbbing prick that jutted out from between Sevatar's thighs. Sevatar moaned like he was dying and repeated the motion, grinding onto his primarch's tongue, licking him so deeply inside, and onto his nose, his cock pulsing with the contact.

Curze's grip on Sevatar's thighs tightened, his nails drawing blood. He withdrew his head, ignoring Sevatar's sounds of protest. "Stop. That." Curze's voice was husky, his Nostraman accent more pronounced. "Or I will leave you to finish yourself, First Captain."

Sevatar forced his body still and watched as Curze finally nodded his approval and returned to his work between Sevatar's thighs. This time he encircled his astartes' cock and took it into his mouth with a gentle suck. Sevatar let his eyes roll back, but kept still, not wanting his primarch to stop. He felt Curze's sharpened teeth catch on the tip of him. Felt his primarch close his teeth experimentally, a teasing bite to bleed Sevatar's cock, but not to injure. Sevatar came so hard that his vision disapeared momentarily into blissful nothingness. His primarch's wet mouth on his cunt and his teeth on his cock were too much, it was too new, too exciting, too perfect. His cock and cunt throbbed violently as he rode his orgasm, his dick still held between Curze's teeth.

When he finally came down he realized hazily that his nose was bleeding as were his thighs where Curze's fingers were dug in sharply and his cunt where Curze had bitten his cock enough to start a gentle stream of red down his sex-slicked lips.

Curze hummed above him. "I have to say I'm dissapointed, Captain. I expected you to last much longer."

Sevatar glanced at his Primarch - filthy, radiant, his mouth wet and shiny with Sev's release. His prick was still soft between his legs. Sevetar smirked, the expression twisted by the scar that split his mouth. "I didn't realize I was being tested on endurance, my lord. Forgive me and let me try for quantity instead."

Curze laughed suddenly, a frightening high-pitched sound. "Very well." he loosened his grip on Sevatar's thighs only slightly and dipped his head back low to lick up the wet release that sat at the edge of Sevatar's twitching hole. he flicked his tongue in and out of it until Sevatar could no longer hold his head up, falling back against the bedding with a pleasured sigh. His primarch paused.

"Keep count for me won't you, Sev?" Curze said from between his thighs. Sevatar saluted lazily to the corpse-strung ceiling and braced himself as Curze darted his tongue inside of his cunt once more.

[mothpoint]

In a perfect world it would be completely normal for a trans man to just sit down anywhere at the gym, manspread, and pump the fuck out of his t-dick in the middle of a workout. Everyone would just act as if it was the exact same as using any of the other equipment. Other guys would even offer to be his “spotters” by holding his pump for him, releasing it for him, and oiling him up beforehand. Maybe the spotter could even bro talk his way into getting him to “take it like man” and pump for just a little longer each time. Maybe even holding him down a bit and “correcting” his form to where he keeps still during pumps and doesn’t squirm or move too much. Just a thought.