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knight!!!! im thinking of trans akaashi x osamu but im not sure if you write character ship fics.. if you dont, how about akaashi x trans reader + first time (soft & nsfw)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* day fifteen: keiji akaashi + trans ftm reader + first time *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

✧ description: trans ftm reader, reader does not have bottom surgery, cis keiji akaashi, grinding without clothes (this is normally called a pussyjob), overstim (not in a good way), no one cums, reader asks keiji to stop, safe and soft, first time nervousness and feelings. ✧ word count: 745. ✧ link to masterlist.   ✧ minors, do not interact. cis people, do not interact.

keiji’s so kind and considerate. in every moment you share together, he’s thinking of ways to be better to you-- and better for you. and when you’re ready to feel each other under your clothes, keiji can’t help but be nervous. he’s not even all that great at kissing, he thinks, so the pressure is immense when he thinks about being so intimate with you because he knows what you deserve, and it’s nothing less than perfection.

he could lie and say he’s never thought about it before, but he’s got hormones just like everybody else, and the thought of you always gets him going. he’s thought about it too much, probably, but not in a weird or creepy way. just in the way that he wants to be good to you and make you feel good because he loves you and wants to be yours.

he tries to let it melt away, but it’s not easy when your presence is so overwhelming and lovely and he feels like he’s melting.

you stare at him lovingly, but still he hesitates to touch you, unsure of himself as you sit in front of him on the bed. you ask, “what’re you feelin’, keiji?”

he chews his lip, avoiding your gaze. “i'm just a bit.. nervous. i don’t want to do anything you won’t like.”

“i'll tell you if i don’t like it, pretty,” you assure him. “don’t worry so much, okay?”

“that’s not really my strong suit...” he sighs.

you take his hands gently, looking into his eyes, “you dont have to be good or great or anything, keiji, ‘specially because it’s the first time. you just have to be you, baby. s’all i want.”

“i can do that..” he blushes, leaning in to kiss you gently.

you kiss for a while, petting each other’s faces softly and letting out hushed moans and quiet breaths as you grope and grip at each other’s skin. breaking off to catch a breath, keiji notices the glint in your eye when you stand up to take off your pants. he unbuttons his own, shimmying them off his legs from where he sits on the bed; he’s glad you’re making the first move, because his erection was becoming quite uncomfortable (like it always does when you kiss like this, but he usually ignores it until it goes away.)

“what are you..?” he asks as you make your way toward him.

“m’gonna lay down on my back, and you can just rub against me, if that’s okay?”

“that’s.. that’s great,” he blushes, getting on his knees while you relax against the pillows, shirt pulled up a little above your belly. you’re comfortable in a soft cotton shirt, so keiji’s not worried about removing your binder.

you lie against the bed, holding your arms out lightly for keiji to make his way between your legs, finding his way into your arms comfortably like he has so many days before.

“here,” you say, lifting one of your legs so keiji can lift it above his hip and rub his cock against yours. “you can just rub against my.. you can rub against me like this while we’re kissin’.”

“o-okay, angel,” he says, wasting no time in putting his lips against yours. slowly, hoping to distract you with his kisses, keiji ruts his hips against yours as his cock drools onto your slick sex. the tip of his cock bumps yours repeatedly as you lick into each other’s mouths, and the sensitivity quickly becomes too much for the both of you.

“keiji,” you whimper, oversensitive to the point of it feeling like a sharp, unwanted pain. “i need a minute, please. s’too much,”

he lowers your leg back onto the bed, immediately asking, “it hurts?”, scared he’s hurt you or gone too far somehow.

“just a little,” you admit. “it’s not your fault, it’s just really sensitive because it’s new for us, and especially because i’m already so sensitive down there…” you laugh lightly. “but.. we can still kiss? and maybe watch a movie after? and then kiss some more?”

“that sounds perfect, angel,” keiji assures you, moving to put his underwear back on and help you into yours. the stickiness and sensitivity wasn’t a great combo for him, either, but he’s happy to kiss you soft today and try again another time. feeling good is what matters to him, and knowing that his sweet boy feels safe with him means more than anything.

[pupkou]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* day fourteen: submissive, cis osamu + dom, top, gn reader + daddy kink*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

✧ description: submissive cis osamu + soft dom, top, and gn reader, reader’s anatomy is ambiguous so anyone can read, reader fucks osamu with a strap on/a dick depending on your anatomy, osamu’s ass is referred to as a cunt, reader uses the word cock, daddy kink (reader is called daddy), reader doesn’t cum ✧ word count: 888. ✧ link to masterlist.   ✧ minors, do not interact. cis people can interact, just don't make any disrespectful comments or you will be blocked.

"just tell me when i can start moving, angel,” you say, hands on osamu’s thighs as you wait for him to adjust around you.

“gimme.. fuck, gimme a second, babe,” osamu groans, trying so hard to relax that he isn’t relaxing much at all. “yer.. real big and ya haven't fucked me in a while so.. ‘s a lot..”

you lean down to kiss him soft and gently, “i know angel, there’s no rush. you’re being so perfect for me already, you don’t need to worry about anything except feeling good, okay?”

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he nods, wrapping his arms around you and unintentionally pulling you closer so that your cock moves even further inside him. osamu gasps at the feeling, holding back the moans you so desperately want to hear spill from his lips. 

“do you want some help relaxing, baby? i think i can help you loosen up,” you smile gently, petting his soft, hair covered tummy until you’re trailing down to where his cock lies hard and heavy against him, drooling hot precum onto his skin.

he gasps again into your shoulder when you circle your hips inside to remind him of how deep you are, and he whimpers, “yeah, need help, please, s’not enough.”

gently, you collect the pre off of his tummy and with a wet, lewd noise, you spit into your hand. osamu’s cock is heavy in your hand when you wrap your fingers around it, and he moans from the feeling before quieting himself by biting his bottom lip. he doesn’t wanna be too loud in your ear, but that’s exactly how you want him– feeling so good he’s helpless and babbling with pleasure.

“you don’t have to be quiet for me, pretty,” you assure, petting his face with your free hand. “be good and let daddy hear those moans, ‘kay?”

he blushes at your words, turning his head away from you shyly before whispering a soft, “okay..” you haven’t been his daddy in a while and the name makes his cock twitch in your hand as you pump him steadily, moving your hips in circles just to pet his insides with your cock.

“i think— we can– you can fuck me now,” osamu moans. “please, daddy.”

“i got you, sweetheart. let me fuck you properly,” you kiss his cheek a few times before moving your hands to his hips, kneading the soft flesh in your hands. “you were wanting this for a long time, huh? needed daddy to fuck your pretty cunt?”

he tightens around you, and manages to breathe, “needed you so bad, needed to be full, daddy.” at his words, you start moving in and out of him at a testing, teasing pace, trying to judge osamu’s patience. 

usually, there’s very little to begin with and the fact that he’s whining about being empty tells you quite a bit about how quickly he’d gone all fuzzy brained and needy for you. his hands unclasp behind you and move to rest on his tummy– like he’s not sure what to do with them because you haven’t given him any directions. 

“you can touch yourself, baby,” you smile softly at how compliant he is. “you don’t gotta keep your hands to yourself this time, you can play with your cock or your nipples if you want.”

he gets a little shy at this, eyes going soft as he says, “mmm, thank you, daddy.”

“and you can cum whenever you need to, baby, don’t worry about holding it,” you say, fucking into osamu at a faster, steadier pace as he mewls with pleasure from his hand on his cock and your cock pushing against his sweet spot with every thrust. 

the combination of feeling you deep inside him and seeing you above him nearly pushes osamu over the edge, and as he whines out needily, he scrunches his eyes shut to stop himself from cumming too soon. 

“don’t stop yourself from feeling good, sweet boy. i’ll make you cum until you wanna stop, okay? as many times as you want.”

he whimpers, choking on his breaths as you keep fucking him and his hand keeps moving against his slick fist, “s many times s i want?”

“yeah, baby, you can just keep cumming for me,” you promise. pleased tears start to form in his eyes and you can feel how he humps your cock as he fucks his fist at the same time. “you’re so close, aren’t you?”

“mhm,” he tries, unable to form words, “m so– ‘m so..”

you encourage him, “go ahead and cum, samu. feel good for me.” and when he does, he cums with a stuttering cry, squirming back and forth, not sure whether he wants more of your cock or to be free from its pleasure, fucking forward into his fist and back against your cock over and over until he goes limp in your arms, sweaty and spent and sated.

“that’s it,” you soothe, kissing his puffy lips and taking hold of one of his hands, which he grips tight as he leans into your kisses. “we can stay just like this until you come back to me, angel. you can stay floaty for ‘s long as you need.”

“just like this..” he whispers, eyes glazed over, body soft and malleable.

you smile, kissing him again, “yes, baby.”

[pupkou]

trans shiggy getting so needy for ur attention when you get mad at him so you let him grind on ur thigh, he gets all teary and whines bout how it’s not enough :((

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* day twelve: trans ftm tomura shigaraki + gn reader *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

✧ description: trans ftm tomura shigaraki, submissive shigaraki, slight brat shigaraki but it’s just because he’s needy, dom reader, gn reader, thigh riding, crying, begging. ✧ word count: 1.1k. ✧ link to masterlist.   ✧ minors, do not interact. cis people can interact, just don't make any disrespectful comments or you will be blocked.

tomura’s always a bit.. clingy.

he’s invasive of your personal space whenever you let him because he just doesn't understand why you wouldn't want to be touching him at all times. in his mind, it’s like: you know he’s pretty, right? and don’t you want to touch such a pretty thing?

if you don’t correct him, he takes all the affection he wants, lying his head in your lap and staring at you until you get the him and soothe his need to be touched by rubbing his back when he sits in your lap or holding his hand or whatever else he wants tonight. he likes it when you press kisses to his lips without him even having to ask because it makes him feel special to know he’s the only one you’re treating like his and the only one you want like this.

this prince treatment, unfortunately for you, has made tomura extremely spoiled.

he’s not just clingy, he’s also needy.

when he’s not too lazy to beg for it, he’s whining constantly that you haven’t fucked him since yesterday and that he’s so horny that he could die and that you’re neglecting him.

and on days like today when he’s desperate enough, he’ll get bold and say “well if you’re not gonna help me, i’m gonna go take care of it myself.”

you don’t give in, continuing to watch the movie that’s playing on the television while scrolling your phone. you’re comfortable under your blanket, and if tomura wants something, he’s free to ask nicely like he knows he should.

he echoes indignantly, “did you hear me? i said i'm gonna go take care of myself! that means i'm gonna go play with myself! masturbate! maybe i’ll even hump your pillow so you won’t be able to ignore me!”

he expects you to get up fiercely and remind him in some rough way that he’s yours to touch, but when you stay put and keep scrolling away on your phone only to say, “okay, tomu, do whatever you need,” he has to stop himself from screaming in sexual frustration.

“i need you,” he whines, plucking your phone from your hands, chucking it to the other couch, and sitting himself on your lap with a determined look. “won’t you take care of me? don’t you want to?”

“i always want to take care of you, tomura,” you soothe, rubbing at his hips. “you’re just being greedy right now. you know i always take care of you eventually, don’t you? do you ever go to sleep without cumming first?”

he pouts, “only when i deserve to.”

“that’s right. i always take care of you and let you cum when you behave.”

“b-but i wanna cum now,” he explains. “i can’t wait until we go to bed.”

you sigh at his desperation, he’s always so impatient, but you guess that the fact that he can’t keep his hands off of you is pretty flattering.

“c’mere, angel,” you relent. “on my thigh, since you want it so bad.”

“n-no, you’re not really gonna make me..?

“i am. if you want to cum so bad and you can’t wait for it, then you’ll have to work for it and get off on my thigh. how’s that sound?”

“it sounds terrible,” he complains, settling onto your thigh and grabbing hold of your arm.

“you know you don’t have to if you don’t want to, baby,” you reassure him. “but if you don’t want it like this then you’ll have to wait until bed.”

he squirms, rubbing his clothed sex up your thigh slowly. “i want to,” he says. “i wanna feel good for you.”

“go ahead, baby. take what you need.”

tomura doesn’t take long to work himself up; he’s not looking for a drawn-out orgasm, he’s just looking for some relief for his poor little cock that’s been throbbing in his underwear ever since you lightly kissed his cheek earlier. it’s hard for him to not get horny even from the most delicate of touches, he’s just so sensitive that everything gets to him.

he grinds himself against your thigh feverishly, and you can hear the slick sounds he’s making against you from where his cunt is gushing arousal just for you. tomura holds your arm tightly to keep himself in place as he rocks his hips against you, moaning prettily in your ear and panting like a needy puppy.

“need you,” he begs, eyes flooding with impatient tears as he persists through the unsatisfying friction. “m’not gonna be able to cum like this, i need you to help me feel good!”

“i told you already,” you scold lightly, flexing your thigh. “if you wanna feel good, you have to do it all by yourself.”

he moans at the feeling of you tightening your muscle against him and melts against you when you stop. “but it’s not enough, i need more!” he cries out, sniffling as frustrated tears flow down his cheeks. “s’not enough, i can’t cum like this! i need to cum!”

“you can do it, baby,” you assure him, petting his face. “do it for me. make yourself cum on my thigh like a good boy, tomura. be good for me.”

“i can’t!” he cries, moving his hips faster and faster and aided by his own wetness, “i can’t do it, i wanna be good but i- i-” he moans out as his own desperation sends him over the edge. he falls against you as he keeps humping your leg through his orgasm, shaky breaths of “hah, fuck, mmm,” falling from his mouth as he twitches against you.

he’s always so soft and pliant after he cums, turns into the sweetest lovely angel, and you pet his hair lightly to remind him that you’re still there and you’re not going anywhere.

“tomu, baby? you okay?”

“don’t ever make me do that again,” he hisses weakly, unserious when he acts like he didn’t like it. “s’humiliating... you owe me two good ones later or else i’m cutting your hair off when you're sleeping.”

you laugh at his threat and lean forward to kiss him, holding his cute hips in your warm hands. he bites your lip when you pull away but relaxes into your touch, wrapping his arms around you and saying, “it felt good, but i like your mouth more.”

“okay, angel,” you say. “you can have whatever you want later, i promise.”

he hums, pleased at the promised idea of “whatever he wants” and hoping that he’ll be able to wait long enough to feel good with you tonight.

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* day ten: trans mtf kiyoko shimizu + gn reader + phone sex *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

✧ description: trans mtf kiyoko shimizu (she’s hasn’t had bottom surgery, but she’s on hormones and has breasts), gender neutral reader, dialogue heavy (sorry, but its phone sex), phone sex (lol), use of a fleshlight, mention of kiyoko fucking the reader and cumming inside of them, slight dumbification (of kiyoko), embarrassment (of kiyoko, but she likes it), guided masturbation (kiyoko follows directions), soft but serious dom reader. ✧ word count: 2k. ✧ link to masterlist. ✧ minors, dni. cis people can interact, just don't make any disrespectful comments or you will be blocked.

"baby? c-can you hear me?" kiyoko asks, her phone lying on the pillow next to her face and her blanket pulled over her body loosely, covering her panties and short t-shirt.

“yeah, sweetpea, you’re loud and clear,” you reply.

she takes a few moments to still her breathing before shyly asking, “is it okay if i start?”

“you’re so impatient, pretty,” you laugh, “don’t you wanna make it last?”

“you know i can never last when it comes to you...” she whimpers, groping her chest to give herself some relief from the unbearable throbbing that comes from you making her wait to touch herself.

“that’s okay, baby, you don’t have to,” you reassure. “all you have to do is listen to my directions and feel good for me, okay?”

“okay..” she says quietly, eagerly awaiting instruction and keeping her hands to her chest. she grabs and kneads at her tits needily, doing her best to leave her panties alone until you tell her it’s time.

“thank you, princess,” you praise. “you listen so good for me that i wanna reward you already.”

“reward me?” she gasps, getting shy at the idea of being rewarded. she wonders if maybe you’ll reward her by not being a tease and letting her touch herself already, but she thinks that’s probably unlikely. she continues, “but i haven’t even earned it..”

“you don’t have to earn feeling good, you just get to,” you soothe. “that’s what this is all about, right? feeling good together?”

“y-yeah.. just don’t wanna be greedy...” she whispers.

“you’re not greedy, it’s not greedy to want to feel good, angel. you deserve to feel good, right?”

“yes..” she winces, hoping so hard that you’re not gonna make her say it.

“and why’s that?”

she can hear the smile in your voice and she’d swear that she hates it, that she hates it when you embarrass her like this and make her say things like this, but then she’d be lying.

because she loves it.

and it makes her hard.

“please don’t make me..” she pouts, making the cutest pleading eyes as if you can see her and her pouting will make you relent.

“are you making the face?”

she laughs, “yes i am! i’m making it because you’re so mean to me!”

you gasp, pretending to be offended, “i’m mean to you? because i want you to tell me that you deserve to feel good because..? you still haven’t told me why you deserve to feel good, by the way, that’s why we haven’t started!”

you can hear her laughing again, the sweet sound of her joy enough to make anyone love her, but you know you’re the only one lucky enough to get to love her like this.

“yes,” she pouts again. “you’re mean to me because you’re making me say embarrassing things.”

“that’s fine,” you state plainly. “it’s your choice not to say it, kiyoko. we’re not starting until you do.”

“kiyoko?” she gasps, astonished at hearing her name instead of a pet name that’d make her all mushy and soft inside.

“if you want me to call you something else,” you sigh, “you’re going to have to tell me what you’d like instead and then tell me why you deserve to feel good. both, or we’ll have to start all of this over.”

“i.. i want you to call me something nice,” she tries.

“like what, kiyoko?”

“like… baby or angel or princess or.. or bunny,” she mumbles quickly, frustrated in all ways and just trying to get this cruel foreplay over with. “you already know the ones that i like.. you just wanna hear me say it.”

“exactly, baby. i’m glad you know what’s goin’ on now.”

“you’re so mean..”

“i know, baby, i’m sorry,” you lie. “you know you still gotta say it, right?”

“i know, m’trying to.. it’s hard when i know how much you like it,” she teases.

“and i’m the mean one.. right..” you scoff, and she ignores you.

“i deserve to feel good...” she starts hesitantly, trying not to show how reluctant she is to say it all out loud. kiyoko is grateful that you don’t prod or distract her when she’s trying to get the words out, or else she might get embarrassed and have to start all over, and she hates wasting effort like that.

she continues, “because i'm a good girl, and good girls get what they want.”

“that’s right, angel, i’m so proud of you for remembering all that,” you praise. “it’s gotta be hard with a fuzzy brain like yours, huh?”

“sometimes..” she admits.

“well since you’ve been so good at speaking up for me, can you tell me what you want so i can help you with it?”

“i’m tired of this game,” she whines, kicking her legs wildly under her thin, flower patterned sheets. “i’m so hard that it hurts and you’re just making it worse.”

“can’t make it better until i make it worse, right?”

“hmph. not true at all,” she pouts, easily falling into a rambling, demanding pattern as she loses her control over her emotions because of the lust you’ve helped build deep inside her belly.  “i wanna feel good now. i’m tired of waiting and being teased about it. i want you to tell me i can feel good and i want you to tell me how to do it so i don’t have to pick. i wanna cum and i want you to tell me i'm good for it. is that enough?”

“that’s more than enough, baby. thank you for being so descriptive,” you joke. she doesn’t laugh, and you continue, “i’m gonna help you with all of that and i won’t tease you any more, i promise.”

she hums happily at your words, rubbing teasing circles on her lower belly (as if she hadn’t just demanded that teasing be over), and clinging onto every single one as she obediently and enthusiastically awaits instruction.

“go ahead and grab your fleshlight for me, angel,” you instruct, ignoring the awkwardness of calling the object what it is. “get it all ready for yourself and then tell me when you’re ready, okay?”

“okay,” she answers, sitting up to dig through her nightstand for the fleshlight and the lube. she pops the plastic cap and drizzles a little bit of it onto the opening of the cylinder, gulping at the item in anticipation for how she knows it’s going to make her feel. you don’t usually have her use it when you help her feel good like this, so she’s a little nervous, her hips twitching against the mattress. when she drizzles some lube onto her cock, you hear her breath hitch in her throat and her soft voice skip a little as she reacts to its coldness. she tries to quickly spread it along her length, but she can’t get away without being asked about the pretty noise she made.

“are you alright, baby?” you ask. “did something hurt?”

“n-no, s’just cold,” she sputters. “m’okay. and m’ready to.. start. can we, please?”

“yes, princess. you can go ahead and put it in and start moving for me,” you instruct.

and she does, she pushes into it as steadily as she can and cries out because she nearly cums immediately just from being inside. kiyoko can barely last normally when you’re together, but now that you’ve worked her up for so long, not even present to soothe her until she can relax enough to hold off, she knows it’s going to be a quick one.

she hates how she can never last very long, but she knows you don’t mind as long as she’s feeling good and safe and happy.

“does it feel good, angel?” you offer, trying to get her to focus on something other than the feeling for a moment. the only way she can respond is a fragile, broken “hah” as she fucks herself with the fleshlight, pumping herself desperately with it in her chase for sweet release.

you continue, “i’m glad it does, baby, you’re feeling so good for me, huh?”

“y-yeahhh,” she moans, babbling out other half-sentences sweetly.

she’s trying (and failing) to be coherent with her words, but you just smile because she always goes a little boneless when you’re like this together. you can hear the wet noises she’s making in the background, desperately fucking herself with the toy without much concern for your directions anymore. she doesn’t have to worry, though, because she never does when she’s with you.

“keep fuckin’ yourself for me, angel,” you say. “keep feeling good and don’t worry about anything, okay? you can cum whenever you’re ready,”

she loves it when you’re gentle with her like this, just being with her and telling her how good she is for all of it, praising her for even the smallest things like how pretty her eyelashes are fanned out against her cheeks or how pretty her lingerie is.

“feels so good, feels good,” she whimpers, her breath stuttering as she slows her movement slightly so she can speak clearly, “i wish it was you i was fucking, wish i could cum inside you!”

she catches you off guard with that, normally so shy with her words but you suppose she’s just lovedrunk on thinking of you– lovedrunk on what surely is her imagining fucking you so perfectly on her cock, making you mewl with pleasure as she makes love to you.

“you can, baby,” you reassure, speaking as if you were petting her hair. “go on n cum for me, princess, cum real nice for me,”

her back arches harshly against the sheets as she cums deep inside the fleshlight, weakly tugging it up and down her cock through her orgasm until she can’t anymore without feeling sharp stings of painful overstimulation. she moans so prettily the whole time, whimpering and crying out your name so sweetly just like she would if she was panting into your neck and folding gently against your fucked-out form.

“good girl, kiyoko,” you praise, gently bringing her back to reality. “you’re always so perfect for me, angel. now, can you help me feel good?”

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[pupkou]

do you have any thoughts about trans natsuo?

yes i do!!! i always have natsuo thoughts <3

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* day eight: trans ftm natsuo todoroki headcanons *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

✧ description: ftm natsuo w/o bottom surgery, gn reader, natsuo fucks reader with a strap, oral and fingering (reader receiving), face sitting (reader giving), hairy!natsuo, there's one section for ftm reader at the end but you can skip that and it won't affect reading the rest of the piece. ✧ word count: 710. ✧ link to masterlist. ✧ minors, dni. cis people can interact, just don't make any disrespectful comments or you will be blocked.

trans!natsuo who's got big, freckled, & broad shoulders that are perfect for putting your knees over when he's giving you head and lapping and sucking at your sex like it’s what he’s made to do, teasing your hole every once in a while with his ice-cold fingers before licking at you and soothing your body with his hot tongue. he never liked his shoulders before, always thought they made him look too bulky, but now they’re perfect for when you need somewhere to hold onto when you’re bouncing on his strap, and that’s given him a new liking for them.

trans!natsuo who works out everyday so that he can manhandle you like you don't weigh anything, moving you around like you're a doll. and one day after you've given him more attitude than he can stand, he pushes you onto the bed and crawls up your body, caging your head with his thick, muscular things until his cunt is in your face, dripping onto your tongue when he tells you to "get to work, baby, this is what you wanted, right? wanted me to make use of ya?"

he rides your face, groaning out deep, rumbling sounds as he holds your hair gently with one hand while the other clings to the headboard and leaves little icicles behind where his fingers had been. you both know that it’s not really a punishment and it’s all for show and spicing things up, because you never mind having him in your mouth or making him feel good, especially when he tastes that good and makes those noises just for you.

trans!natsuo who never saw the point of shaving and isn't going to start now, who loves his hairy body and especially loves when you rub the hair on his belly and chest when you're riding him, feels so appreciated and affirmed when you pet and adore him like this. he's got hairy arms and the hottest happy trail you've ever seen leading down to his perfect sex, he maintains the hair there so it doesn't get too wild, but he really likes how manly the hair there makes him feel. it doesn’t do much to keep him warm considering that cold comes from his fingertips, but the hair's white and silver and gorgeous and he's so proud of how it's grown in on his face too. he laughs at you when you complain that he's all scratchy when he kisses you and just kisses you more, smothering you with them until you’re laughing and swatting him away.

trans!natsuo who lets you pick the size of his strap every time before he fucks you with it so that you feel in control too and know that he’s going to make you feel good  however you wanna feel good. he always gets nervous when you pick a big one because he really doesn’t want to hurt you, but he still wants to let you know that he trusts you to make choices for your own body– even if that means its hard to walk the next day and you waddle a little from the soreness, glaring at him when he giggles at the sight. and so he’ll fuck you as gently as he can manage, thanking you silently for picking a big one so he can watch your face contort in the beautiful mix of pain from the stretch and pleasure from feeling him inside you before whispering loving words into your neck, praising you and saying “you’re so perfect for me angel, it’s like you were made for me huh? you’re taking my cock so well, you’re so perfect for me like this.”

!! ftm reader section -- trans!natsuo who works as a doctor and already knew how to give shots because of his training, so if you can't do your t-shot by yourself, he does it for you the first few times and teaches you how to do it safely and properly. he also makes tutorial videos for other people online, and he's always answering medical and practical life questions from viewers and patients, always makes time to help them and get them through hard times, and donates tons of todoroki money to help people get the resources they deserve :)

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had a shit day just thinking about my comfort character osamu spoiling trans (ftm) reader w food and cuddles and sex after a long day :)))

also i love ur blog and the fact that u write for ftm readers you are absolutely amazing and u deserve all the praise in the world !!! <3

this ask is from so long ago but i'm so sorry you had a hard day when you sent this and i hope you're doing well! thank you so much for reading and liking my writing and for the kind words <3

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* day seven: osamu spoiling ftm reader after a bad day *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

✧ description: ftm reader who's on testosterone and has a t cock, cis osamu, oral (reader receiving), reader's anatomy is described with the words "cunt", "cock", and "sex". ✧ word count: 1.8k... oops! ✧ link to masterlist. ✧ minors and cis people, dni.

from the moment you step in the door, osamu can tell that you're not feeling your best. the way that your shoulders slouch and you kick off your shoes slowly, not rushing to hug and kiss him tells him all that he needs to know about how rough your day was. you don't even have to say a word for him to know that today’s gonna be all about nursing you back to wellness in every way he knows how.

“i’m home,” you announce, relieved at that fact and at the smell of osamu’s cooking drifting around the apartment like a heavenly cloud.

"hey handsome! come n sit at the table fer dinner," he calls from the kitchen, acting like he didn't see your defeated entrance and he's just being sweet for nothing (which is only half true). "ya don't have ta lift a finger, s'already set out and ready for ya."

"hi samu," you say weakly, kissing his cheek and making your way to the dinner table inside the kitchen. "thank you for dinner."

"don't thank me before ya've even tasted it," he laughs, setting the dish on the table. "could be the worst thing ya've ever tasted. could taste like hot garbage with shit sauce fer all you know."

"how could it possibly taste terrible when you cooked it? and when it's my favorite dish? those are like the two main components for a great meal-- your skills and my perfect taste."

my "skills", he thinks, a little shy at your praise no matter how many times you'd complimented his cooking in the past.

"thanks, baby," he smiles, sitting down across from you and starting to put food on your plate. "i hope ya like it, n if ya don't, i went to the grocery store today and got all yer snacks in bulk cuz they were on sale. so ya'd better eat up n start makin’ good lunches so that all doesn’t go to waste, ya know?"

you take your first bite and it’s delicious, of course, soothing the ache that’d settled deep in your stomach from the shitty lunch you’d thrown together in five minutes this morning since osamu hadn’t had time to make you a lunch last night. you didn’t blame him, of course, but your hunger certainly hadn’t helped your mood or your day at work.

poor thing, osamu thinks as he watches you eat. he’s starving, thank goodness i made this today instead of a lazy meal.

when you’ve both finished eating, he stands up to gather the dishes from the table.

wiping the counter with a dish rag, he asks, “when we’re done cleanin’ up dinner, do ya wanna watch that movie you’ve been tellin’ me about?” he feigns nonchalance, saying, “we can use yer new blanket too and test out how soft it is?”

“that sounds perfect, samu… thank you for this. today was rough, if you couldn’t already tell.”

“no way,” he says sarcastically, “ya seemed perfectly fine when ya came in the door with that raincloud over yer head.”

you smile sadly, moving to place some silverware into the dishwasher, but osamu takes them right out of your hand.

“ya don’t gotta worry about this today, i got it, baby.” he nods to assure you, smiling gently and shooing you into the living room. “you just go on ahead and get comfy on the couch, okay?”

“okay, i’ll get the movie set up and warm up your seat for ya,” you say, plopping down on the couch and easily finding the movie.

osamu comes in not much longer and gets under the blanket with you, draping his arm around your body and tugging you so your head rests against his firm shoulder. even like this, you’re still so noticeably tense, not melting into his touch like usual or relaxing even an inch because you’re just so caught up in your thoughts. your mind races with today’s issues despite how hard you’re trying to turn it off, and osamu catches onto that with every squirm against his body.

“baby,” he says, pouting slightly because he absolutely hates seeing you so miserable.

“samu?”

“can i.. help ya relax?”

“wh- huh?”

“y’know, like, make all yer bad thoughts go away,” he says gently, placing his hand on your thigh. “make yer brain go all empty, if ya want me to. make it all better fer you.”

“how would you do that?”

“however ya want me to, babyboy,” he smiles, “i can.. suck yer cock or i can fuck ya or we can.. get the strap ready? whatever makes ya feel better, i wanna do. or even if it’s not sex—”

“yes, please, samu,” you breathe desperately, already feeling needy just from hearing osamu describe a few things you could do to each other.

“please what, baby?” he asks innocently.

you pout, holding back a whine to the best of your ability, “no teasing, samu, i can’t take it today..”

he shakes his head, “no, like, what do ya wanna do? do ya want.. all that stuff or just one?”

you gulp, wringing your hands a little before meeting his eyes again.

“just one,” you reply. “can you.. can you take care of me, samu? take care of my cock with your mouth?”

he smiles softly at your sweet request, petting your cheek and kissing the other. “i’d do anything fer you, baby, and ya already know how much i love sucking ya off. ya taste so good that m’sure it’s just as good fer me as it is fer you, pretty.”

you shiver at his words, trying hard to keep it together and not cream your pants before anything’s even started.

“how do you want me to sit..?” you ask for his directions, shifting uncomfortably on the couch because you’re already feeling yourself start to throb— even without being touched at all.

"you just sit right here on the couch and i'll get on the floor, 'kay? is that comfortable for ya?" he asks, kneeling down between your spread legs.

"y-yeah," you say, leaning back against the cushions and lifting your hips for him when his thick, calloused fingers find your waistband and he looks at you sweetly in anticipation. he really does love sucking you off like this, pulling down your pants and your boxers down in one go and licking his lips eagerly.

he hooks both of his arms under your thighs and pulls you open even more, exposing you fully to him and holding you still so that when you start to squirm, you won't get away from his mouth.

osamu licks a broad stripe over your cunt, collecting your juices on his tongue and moaning into you at the flavor. he really wasn't lying, this is just as pleasurable for him as it is for you, and if he had a spare hand, he'd be stroking his cock for you. the vibrations land straight on your cock as osamu swirls his tongue around it, immediately sucking you into his mouth and lewdly humming into your sex.

"ya taste so good, baby," he coos, flicking his tongue against the tip of your cock before wrapping his lips around it again and closing his eyes so that you'll overwhelm his senses just how he likes. he loves taking care of you like this and having a mouth full of your cock, and you love seeing osamu like this, cheeks blushing and his hair gripped tight between your fingers and mouth working wonders on you-- so it's really a perfect deal.

with the way osamu sucks on your cock and licks around your hole so eagerly, his hands petting your thighs to silently praise you for all of it, you easily find yourself on the edge of an orgasm. you stutter, "s-samu, samu! m'gonna-- can't wait, m'gonna!"

"don't cum yet, baby," he pleads, pulling off and licking your flavor his lips. "want ya to move for me, rub yer cock against my mouth, yeah? can ya do that fer me?"

you whine at the loss of contact and the throbbing feeling of being edged, but you nod yes anyway, willing to do anything to feel good.

"good boy," osamu praises, licking against your sex once again and letting you rut against his face just like how you need, taking your pleasure for yourself and not worrying about anything else. he hums, "that's it, baby, hump my face just like that, keep humpin' my face til ya cum fer me."

"o-kay," you moan out, greedily fucking into osamu's face and pulling his hair just how he likes, rubbing your cock all over his lips and tongue and making a mess of him. he starts to slurp at your sex, lapping up your juices lewdly-- and it's all too much, your orgasm hits you without warning and you can't even tell osamu before it's happening, your grip tightens on his locks and you're arching against the cushions as you cum harder than you have in a while.

osamu takes it perfectly, continuing to lap and suck at you needy as you cum until you're saying "samu-- samu no more!" and pushing his head away forcibly. his eyelids are heavy as he lays his cheek on your inner thigh, smiling softly and pleased because he can feel how you've relaxed, going pliant for him and cumming on his tongue like you both wanted-- and needed, it seems.

"i love it when ya cum fer me like that, baby boy. i love you so much," he says, kissing your thighs and smiling when your cock twitches again.

you sit up a little to see if he's alright from sitting on the floor for so long, fully intending to soothe any sore muscles and take care of him too, but he just stands up on shaky legs and says, "don't worry about me, baby. m'okay, i promise."

"you don't wanna..?" you question, confused because you can see the firm outline of his cock in his pants, probably aching to be taken care of by your tender, loving touch.

"m'okay," he assures you. "i'd rather just take a shower with ya, if that's okay? get all clean together and get comfy in bed?"

"that sounds perfect, samu," you say, pulling on your boxers again and using his offered hand to help you up before hugging him.

"s'nothing more perfect than you, handsome," he says, pressing a kiss to your hairline, "n there's never gonna be."

you kiss him soft and steady, happy to have these moments with him at home, just the two of you together and in love. any shitty day could be solved with osamu by your side, and he's always gonna be there to give you everything you deserve.