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fuctacles · 3 months

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For @steddielovemonth day 12th prompt by @acasualcrossfade

M | 1383 | cw: trans pregnancy | modern AU, ftmEddie

Steve wakes up and does the first logical thing that all people do. Checks his phone.

He blinks at the bright screen trying to decipher his notifications and sighs when he realizes the group chat is flooded with messages. It’s nothing new, although it never hit 99+ before. He scrolls up to catch up with whatever his friends have been up to at night. Wonders if he’s the only one that uses nighttime for rest.

He’s groggy with sleep and as he passes through the chat log, he’s struggling to make sense of the messages he’s seeing.

>>How about a gender-neutral one?

>>I vote Elrond!

>>WHO’S GONNA BE THE GODPARENTS

He scrolls and scrolls and finally reaches The Photo. And things, unfortunately, start to make sense.

It’s a photo of a pregnancy test.

He immediately goes to his chat with Eddie. Tries to type a message, fails, and hits the call button. It takes a considerable amount of time for Eddie to pick up.

“The fuck do you want?” he growls upon answering, voice thick and distant. Steve clearly just woke him up but he couldn’t give two shits about it right now.

“Why didn’t you tell me first? Wait, is it not mine? No, wait, you can tell whoever you want, of course, but, is it mine?”

“What?” Eddie sounds tired and angry which, fair, it’s 7 AM, not his usual waking hour.

“We skipped the condom a couple of times, but you said it’s not possible, not with all the hormones you’re taking. I’m not mad, I’m not panicking, I just need to know.” Okay, maybe he was panicking a bit, but not bad panicking. It’s just not something he’s prepared for. Is he ready to be a dad? Would Eddie want him to be the dad? Would Eddie want to be a dad? Would he even want to—?

“Shit, fuck, do you want it? Are you okay with your body doing… this? Are you okay?”

“Okay, deep breath, please.” Eddie sounds much more awake now and Steve follows his instruction, anxiously awaiting answers. “I’m not okay; I feel, frankly, betrayed by my body, but I think we’re talking about two different things. Why did you call me? So early, may I add?”

Eddie’s calm. So Steve can be as well. He breathes in and out.

“I saw the group chat. The photo?” He bites his lip. Maybe Eddie hoped he wouldn’t see it at all?

“What? Hold on.”

Steve holds, listening to the shuffling on the other end. He hears the springs on Eddie’s bed creak and thinks it’s finally time to get him a new mattress. Or, if Eddie is up to it, move in together.

He flinches when the soft shuffling of the bedspread is broken by a loud snort, followed by manic laughter.

Wasn’t it too early for mood swings?

“Stevie, baby,” Eddie finally wheezes out.

“Yes?” He perks up, eager for answers and hopeful from hearing the pet name.

“Please put on your glasses and look at the photo again,” is all Eddie says, before bursting back into laughter.

Steve frowns but reaches for his glasses, resting on their usual spot on his bedside table. Once secured on his nose, he opens the chat again and goes straight to the media folder to open the photo in question. He squints his eyes at it.

It’s a covid test, clear as day.

“You’re not pregnant,” he deadpans.

“Nope. Just good old corona.”

“Shit.”

Steve falls on his pillow, completely drained from the emotional rollercoaster. He thinks about calling in sick. He’s too humiliated to show his face to the world and, besides, how is he supposed to teach kids when he’s such a dumb idiot himself?

“And, for the record,” Eddie continues once his chuckles subside, unaware of Steve’s inner turmoil. “I would tell you first, and it would be yours. It’s just been you for a while and I’ve never fucked without a condom before.”

Steve did not know that. He slaps a hand over his mouth so no embarrassing sounds come out at the revelation.

“But yeah, it wouldn’t be possible on my current hormone cocktail. And I don’t think I’d ever be prepared for a little alien growing inside me. It’s one thing to say fuck gender norms for one day and wear a dress and another to completely overturn my body’s ecosystem for a year, maybe more, without turning back.”

“Yeah,” Steve nods because that’s all he can do. He knows a lot about Eddie’s body by this point, but possible pregnancy is not something that comes up in daily conversations.

“Besides, I’ve been talking with my doctors about getting an oophorectomy, so that will be off the table soon anyway.”

Steve frowns, not liking the sound of that but not wanting to assume anything. Again.

“What’s that?” he asks instead.

“Ovaries removal,” Eddie answers easily. “So the hormones they produce don’t fuck with my T shots.”

“Huh.” It will never cease to both anger and amaze Steve how much trans people have to go through to be themselves. “Makes sense, I guess.”

“Mhm. How are you feeling?”

Steve frowns at his ceiling.

“Me? You’re the one with covid.” The fact suddenly, finally, sinks in. “Shit, how long will you be quarantined?”

“Just a week, don’t worry. But I’m asking because you kind of deflated there.”

Steve huffs.

“My boyfriend has covid, of course I’m—”

“No, I mean, are you disappointed you didn’t put a baby in me?”

Steve chokes on saliva and air, and has to sit up on his bed to take a proper breath.

“Eddie,” he wheezes out in a warning, his face going beet red.

“Are you?” he presses.

“I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“Open cards, baby. It’s not on the table, but I won’t be mad if you want it.”

Steve sighs. He worries this kind of thing might break their relationship. It was a topic he avoided, not only with Eddie, but with others he dated before him. Not many people their age are ready for kids talk, for a commitment like that.

“Yeah. Sorry.” Sorry if it’s a deal breaker.

“Don’t be sorry. Nothing bad about wanting to knock up your boyfriend.”

“Eddie.” This time his warning comes with an amused breath.

“What? Just because I won’t do it doesn’t mean I can’t play along.” He can hear him smirk from the other end of town where Eddie’s apartment is. “It’s no condom town, baby, from now on. I want all your cum inside, pushing it deeper with your fingers when you pull out. I’ll keep it inside while we watch TV. And then we’ll go again and again until it catches. Until you give me the baby you want so much.”

Steve whines, eyes closed and imagination running wild.

“Shit, I’m so wet. Didn’t know I have a breeding kink. Huh.”

“Jesus Christ Eddie, you can’t do this to me at the beginning of your quarantine!”

“Well, you’re the one who brought up kids! Which, I think we should have a serious talk about once I’m back in the world.”

“Yeah,” Steve sighs, and presses his eyes closed with resignation. He should have seen it coming. He loves Eddie, which is exactly why he’s been avoiding the topic of a future together, of kids, of a family.

“Yeah, sorry I’ve been holding back but I think I’m ready to make this serious if you are.”

Steve makes a sound. Questioning and confused because it’s all he can give him now.

“I know it’s a long shot, but we could adopt, or find a surrogate. I can wear a belly if it does it for you? Dunno, we’ll figure something out. If you want to, of course.” He’s rambling, which is a sure sign that he’s being sincere.

“I want to,” Steve assures him quickly. He is so relieved, so excited and full of love, that he’s about to cry. “I love you so much.” And there it is, his voice is already shaking, eyes wet.

“I love you too, baby,” Eddie coos back. “Now, can we get back to the horny part? I know you have to get up for work soon.”

Steve laughs at that, hand promptly sliding down his body.

“Yeah, let’s.”

#covid au #inspired by markiplier #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #mine #ff #steddielovemonth #st #stranger things 4 #steddie fanfiction #modern au #ftm eddie munson #trans eddie munson #transmasc eddie munson #cw: trans pregnancy #cw: pregnancy #tw: pregnancy

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pocketwei · 4 months

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hii do you perhaps have any dofuwani fics recommendation. I've checked out the the ao3 but I really don't seem to like anything there after scrolling thru the most kudos'd works... I feel like you (and a few other artists) get them and I wanted to read things in a similar tone as your art and so far I'm in the trenches bleeding out. like obviously no offense to any of the writers it's just that all the like modern highschool loving dad croc and etc aus are not for me... OTL I hope I'm not sounding rude and thank you for your time!

oh anon come rest your head upon my bosom.... I got you anon..... as a fellow slave to canon-compliance I, too, know the pain of sifting through pages upon pages of AUs, not that there's anything wrong with them but I just can't imagine these sickos working a 9 to 5 in a suit...... thank you for thinking my vision of dofuwani is trust-worthy, this is vain on my part but it genuinely means a lot <3 OK rant over here are the goods, in no particular order (always mind the tags but I figure if you asked me for dfwn sacred texts you're probably a fellow sicko):

that was now and this is then. by ghostwit (M): one of my favourite ever, perhaps even my favourite. About a long relationship, about twisting each other inside the skin, about being formative to each other in ways so deep and intertwined that they can't seem to tear one apart from the other. And despite it all* (*the murders and the hatred and the irreconciliable flaws and differences of their Ego (philosophical) and the unbearable, unacceptable vulnerability of understanding), they are, somehow, unforgivably and incomprehensibly, in love. *smashes head against pavement, it cracks open like an egg, spilling millions of dofuwani thoughts everywhere

no better irony by ghostwit (E): shichibukai meeting sidequest...... excellent characterisation like everything Haze writes (it's just The Best dofuwani there is..... read everything he wrote please). I'm so fond of them in that fic in a way that's like. watching stick bugs in a terrarium. You don't understand them and they don't understand you but you're just happy they're having fun. You wouldn't join in for anything in the world though.

like i need a gaping headwound by ghostwit (M): loguetown era dfwn, Haze back at it with formative years and the fresh sprouts of insanity in these two. So so so good.

nothing in this world that's quite prescribable by ghostwit (T): the opening of this fic is perhaps one of my favourite scenes ever. Vulnerability and odd transparence that only drunken disinhibition allows. Which is rare for these two. Absolutely adore this one.

honestly you can and should read everything Haze has written for these two they're just so AUGHHHHHH

black & bloody & rotten & perfect by revolvermonkcelot (M): perfect capture of the fine line between (????love, perhaps) and insanity they walk on. Absolutely fucking insane about this one, the reverence and sacrality of their whole thing, the Indulgence:tm: and permission that can be revoked (for Crocodile is mercurial in his vulnerability), but that is somehow maintained in a delicate and incomprehensible equilibrium. + absolutely incredible undertones of wani (trans)identity crisis, the imperceptible yet meaningful and constant change of the Form... Head in hands

Just a taste by marimoes (M): perfect perfect perfect characterisation, little gestures that betray familiarity. Perfect on all accounts

Swallow by revolvermonkcelot (M): my roman empire. Absolutely perfect Wani characterisation, it's The Wani for me. Exploits perfectly the essential dfwn dichotomy of "one entity tumbling down and the other rising up, meeting halfway through in the eye of the storm, in a singular moment". Classy cannibalism that ties to the no-less essential concept of consumption, to be/become whole again. The reason why they somehow stick together is because of this primordial longing for something, for understanding perhaps, for beauty sometimes, for belonging. Fcuking hell I love them so mucj

A Bird and His Cage by doctornemesis (E): read this one a long time ago but it's in my bookmarks so I trust past me's judgment and tell you it's amazing

From Dressrosa with Love by Sibilans (E, on-going): incredible atmosphere, perfectly depicts the post-golden age rotting glamour of Dressrosa. They are particularly unhinged in this one.

i wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name by stealth-black-leg (Kiir_Bee) (E): I'm running out of steam for long meaningful comments but this one has top tier characterisation.

That's it!! Don't forget to comment and leave kudos to give writers the love they deserve <3

#mei speaks #fics recs #these are so so good #pspsps dofuwani enjoyers come get ur food.....

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scandinavianfairytale · 2 years

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Look at you

Pairing: Captain Hydra x Reader

Warnings: Dark fic, 18+, Steve is not a good guy in this, stalking, obsession, kidnapping, mentions of fighting, murder in self-defense, mentions of blood, stabbing, cursing, threats, intimidation, smut (non-con, unprotected sex (STDs are no joke, make sure you're using protection), rough sex, praising, degradation, multiple creampies, excessive cum, fingering, multiple rounds, passing out during sex). 😬

A/N: This is a VERY DARK work of FICTION, please DO NOT READ if any of the warnings trigger you, you are a minor or you find any of them disturbing. 🙏

Steve has been observing the scene from the shadows. He liked playing with his food first and you looked absolutely delicious. Prim and proper woman, with your perfectly pressed white shirt, now sporting crumpled sleeves from when his men grabbed you and brought you to him.

He loved seeing the fight-or-flight response live. There was something so satisfying seeing all thoughts running through his victims’ head as if they didn't know they were so transparent. In most cases everyone's first instinct was to flee from seven potential assailants, but then there was you.

It was almost liberating to see you scanning the room for something. Everyone's eyes stopped at the door, but yours skipped through it as if you knew escape wasn't an option.

Steve was surprised when your eyes stopped at the corner of the room where the pool sticks were neatly put away after yesterday's game of pool. Shoving one of the men away you made a beeline for the sticks, kicking back at another man as he grabbed at your hips to stop you and grabbing one of the sticks before breaking it over your knee.

After that it was like watching a play at the opera. His men fell one by one, some were stabbed, some were unconscious and the last one was pinned to the wall. You thought you had won. If you could call killing people a win...Your victory was short-lived as clapping pulled you out of your trans.

"Well well well, look at you." Steve's voice was low, tainted in amusement as he circled you. Specs of blood littered your face and your previously pristine white shirt. Your grip on the broken wooden pool stick tightened as something similar to panic started rising in your chest. You knew this man.

Steve Rogers.

Captain Hydra.

The man that everyone feared. And you knew at that moment that this was all for nothing. You were in the belly of the beast and even if you managed to run away, you wouldn't get far.

"Come on, Gorgeous, this isn't the time to give up. Show me that fire again. I loved the show you just put on for me." Steve gripped your chin, making you meet his cold blue eyes. He could see how you were trying to decipher his words, trying to understand if he was serious. Your hands pushed him away the next second and for the sake of being dramatic Steve stumbled a few steps back, as if you actually had the strength to match a super soldier.

"Why am I here?" You demanded, but your voice betrayed you. You both knew you were scared, but too proud to actually just stand there and surrender. And that's what Steve liked about you. He found another one that will put up a fight and it made his whole body tremble in anticipation of what's to come.

"I got bored of my previous toy and I needed a new one." He said nonchalantly. Your face contorted in disgust.

"Why me?"

"I liked the fire in you." He cocked his head to the side, observing you and you shifted your stance as his eyes wondered down your body. You have never felt more exposed while fully clothed as you did in this moment. "When you slapped your date when he went in to grab your ass." A shudder ran down your spine. He has been watching you.

"What? Did you think I picked you at random?" He let out a chuckle. "Oh, Sweetheart, I've been watching you for weeks. I saw all those little dances in your underwear when you thought no one was paying attention even though you never closed the curtains." Steve took a step towards you and your legs trembled, but still you took a step back. "And I heard all those phone calls to your friends and home visits. I heard all the songs you sang in the shower. And all those little moans you let out in your bedroom." He was standing in front of you, your back against the wall and his breath tickled your ear, making you shiver. There was nowhere to run or hide anymore. He consumed everything in your field of vision. "Oh, Doll, you have no idea what you did to me." He reveled in the paralyzing fear you exhumed.

"P-People will know I'm gone." You tried challenging.

"No they won't. You just took a sabbatical and are volunteering in Colombia." His hand caressed you face in a loving matter. "And depending on how long I'll find you interesting, that's how long your volunteering trip is going to last as well as your time alive on this Earth."

You turned away from him as tears stung your eyes. He kissed the top of your head, making you shut your eyes and tears fall down your cheeks. Clenching your teeth, you refused to sob for the man in front of you.

"It'll be alright, Doll. I can make it good for you, make you enjoy the last moments of your life." His hands wandered over your pulse point and gripping your hips, pulling you to him. "But only if you behave."

Panic started consuming you, more tears blurred your vision as the situation he described sunk into your soul.

What are you going to do to escape this monster? There has to be something - anything. The promises he made, made you nauseous.

Your vision focused on the knife that was poking out of one of the unconscious men. If you could just get your hands on the knife...maybe you could do some damage. Or at least piss him off so much that he kills you on the spot. Anything was better than the insinuation Captain Hydra made.

"What do you want from me?" You finally asked, still refusing to look at him.

"Giving up so soon?" Steve mocked. "I want you to keep me company, especially after missions." He smirked as he thought of all the scenarios of when and how he's going to play with you. Bile rose in your throat as you imagined it, but sensing that Steve relaxed for a second, you dove for the knife, grabbing it just in time as he grabbed your ankle to pull you back to him. You let yourself be dragged towards him, before slashing across his arm and scrambling to your feet, running around the pool table stationed in the middle of the room.

"Bitch." Steve smirked and licked at his wound. He could see how fast your chest was raising and falling. He knew you were scared and panicking, seeking an exit. Like a cornered animal faced with a predator. He liked games like this.

"What's the plan, Doll?" He asked as you rotated around the table.

"I'm improvising." You bit back.

"There's no escape. Even if you manage to kill me, by some miracle, we are so far underground that you will never come back to surface again. But if you play nice...I might even let you see the sun and breathe some fresh air again." Steve offered, but you shook your head. You weren't delusional, overpowering a super soldier was never going to happen but...he could at least put you out of your own misery and just kill you. As you walked around the pool table again, you quickly tried running at the bar, to grab some alcohol to throw at him, making the wound sting. Steve jumped over the pool table grabbing at the knife to pull it out of your hand, but you turned just in the right second and stabbed his calf, making him yell out in pain. Your victory was short-lived as he grabbed you by the neck, twisting you around and slamming you on the pool table, keeping you pinned by the neck. Your hands searched the pool table for something to grip or throw or hit him with, but all they encountered was the soft surface.

"I was going to play nice, Doll, but fuck this little stunt just cost you that privilege." He pulled the knife out of his wound and cut through your jeans, pulling them apart, exposing your ass to his eyes. He ran his fingers over your slit, making you squirm, wanting to get away from him, but he kept you in one place with his strength.

"Relax, I'm not going in without at least a bit of prep. I don't want to ruin you for the rest of our time together." Steve whispered into your ear as his fingers entered you and started exploring the dry hole. He went deep, deeper than you could ever reach alone and he found your spot that always made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"Ah there it is." He smirked as he started massaging that spot and juices started collecting around your entrance. Your body started responding on its own and your hips started meeting his invading fingers.

"There we go, nice and wet." Steve pulled his fingers out of you and licked them clean, before you could hear his pants coming off. Warning bells sounded in your head and you tried lifting yourself up, gathering all your strength, but you were immediately slammed back down and a sharp slap landed over your pussy, making you whimper.

"Be a good little girl and take this cock." Was all he said before he slammed into you. Steve groaned as his tip kissed your cervix and he saw your hands balling into fists. He knew he just broke you. You weren't broken yet, but he'll get you there soon.

"You fit like a glove." He commented with a smile and pulled almost completely out before slamming in again. Your poor pussy took his assault as he unleashed his stress and punishment. And he unleashed it over and over again. He kept fucking you for the next few hours, making both of you cum too many times. Pain turned to pleasure and then back to pain as he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you. You were completely spent, barely hanging on to consciousness, your abused overstuffed pussy leaked his cum and it oozed onto the pool table and the floor. But Steve was still hard.

"Come on, I'm ready for another round." He slapped your pussy again and your knees buckled, too sensitive from all the rough treatment you received from the super soldier. Steve was unbothered by your state, grabbing one of your legs, he put it on top of the pool table, exposing your messy pussy to him.

"Did my little hole had enough?" He chuckled as he gripped his cock and ran it through your pussy lips, making you whimper.

"Please. Too much." You begged, barely above a whisper. Clenching your pussy, you tried with the last ounce of strength to make him stop, be he just chuckled at your futile attempt.

"I'm not done with you. You only rest when I say so." The super soldier said before he slammed into you again. You yelled out in pain as your walls were met with another intrusion. Your vision blurred as his hand pressed your clit harshly, trying to make you cum again. You couldn't fight him anymore and your eyes closed, as you chased unconsciousness and the last thing that crossed your mind as Steve made you cum, was how much of this you'll be able to take if this was going to continue.

Thank you for reading! 🙏💙

The picture was taken off Pinterest (though I think it's actually from DeviantArt) so all credit for the picture goes to the artist! 😊🙏

I think this is the darkest thing I have ever written 😬 trifect of abuse - physical, mental and sexual abuse...sorry about that 😬😅

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #dark steve rogers #dark steve rogers x reader #dark steve rogers imagine #captain hydra #captain hydra x reader #captain hydra imagine #steve rogers smut #dark steve rogers smut #captain hydra smut #chris evans #fanfic #short story #look at you

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prettyboykatsuki · 5 months

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Fang… *crawling, covered in dirt, on my last moments* Fang… I beg……….. bottom megumi……. Possibly fucking him so good he… p…p……… piss— *coughs and dies* sorry… can’t carry on……..

- definitely not a certain mutual who is a religious devotee of the bottom megumi agenda…

✮ tags ; piss, overstimulation, bottom + trans!megumi (referred to w the word pussy/cunt), top + gn!reader

Megumi feels his shame curl up in his chest.

The sensation starts in his waist, where his whole body shakes to accommodate the stretch of your cock. It's too big, too much - and the roll of your hips is so painfully eager. There's a sharp precision underneath the mess of thrusts, and even more - a burning desire to make him a mess.

He only knows this because you tell him so often. Let his first name curl off of your lips in a coo, your hands on his waist or grabbing his shoulders to press your thumb into them. You'll whisper it against his neck with your hand splayed on his body.

"Let me make a mess of you baby," Soft and low and deep "Promise it'll make you feel good."

Megumi always lets you get away with too much. He won't admit it's because devoted to you, obsessed with you, crazy to the point of madness. Megumi wants your attention no matter the cost, and he wants you to have his way with him. He likes when you want him, so he lets you do anything you please.

Even when it's embarrassing like it is now. So embarrassing it's shameful. Makes him want to hit you, or run away - disappear so completely so he never has to face the music.

Your voice takes his thoughts to a tender halt. "You're so pretty baby," And suddenly, he wants to endure it a little longer.

He's shaking. He doesn't remember how long you've been at this, only that you teased him for so long he started pawing at you. Everything you do is cruel. Just earlier, you had him bent over in your lap fingering his pussy until it was soft enough for him to take. You never let him cum.

You never let him do anything until he begs.

And then he did beg. Betrayed himself and begged you to fuck him, and so you do. Sat him on your cock and did nothing but fuck him and toy with him and tease him.

And he's cum too many times to even think anymore. He wants to run away from how it makes him feel. He can hear the way his pussy sounds from how long you've stretched enough, so wet he's pushing you out. The sensation is making his nerves tingle, his stomach tighten from need.

"S-stop," He croaks, his voice thick - nails digging into your back "I'm gonna—shit, please."

The words don't register, he thinks at first - but he can feel you smile into his shoulder.

"What is it sweetheart?"

"I'm gonna pee on you if y-you don't stop." He tries his best to sound mad, but even he knows he just sounds desperate. You put your hands up under his knees and fold him up further. He gasps, chokes and stares at you blank.

"Then do it," Your voice echoes soft in his ear, a sadism to your words that makes Megumi clench.

"It's embarrassing, asshole."

"But you want it right? It'll feel better if you let it out," Suddenly your hand pushes on his lower belly between your bodies. He cries out involuntarily, trying to choke out the noise "Want me to keep fucking you don't you?"

He nods shamefully and you laugh.

"Then let it all out," And you push harder, hard enough to prompt it. His lower half sags in relief, the warm sensation flooding the sheets beneath you. It feels good, makes him feel relief he's never known and mixes with pleasure he couldn't fathom "Just like that. Good boy."

Megumi feels your free hand cradle his cheek, peppering kisses on his face before he squeezes you tighter. He lets you get away with too much.

#return to sender #piss cw #im so h-word about this guy dsjsd #im(prompt)u game #<- tag for these #megumi x reader #writing tag

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coquelicoq · 2 months

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murderbot for fandom asks?

oh good question.

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most) it's gotta be murderbot itself! in fact if i had to pick a single blorbo as supreme blorbo across all fandoms, it would be murderbot probably at least 50% of the time.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped) i mean probably three is the closest but it feels infantalizing to say that? i'm struggling with this definition, i think. but three is definitely my cherished beloved and i have certainly clutched my hands to my bosom when overcome by the great affection i feel for it, so i feel like that should count.

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave) VOLESCUUUUU!! smartest member of a team of smartypantses is the one who goes "hmmm. i think i will retire actually" after almost getting eaten by hostile fauna/murdered by hostile corporates. he got some trauma and at the earliest opportunity fucked back off to his group marriage about it. aspirational.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week) i don't know if i am quite that enthusiastic, but i do appreciate kaede, who's been in like two scenes and all i know about her is that she has no interest in dealing with ratthi and tarik's "sexual discussion". girl, same. i also like tural, who is an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire of indah and mensah and secunit's little glare-off in the trans lateral corridor just standing there like 🥺 please may i do my job now 🥺

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave) this is hard! i don't know that anyone really falls into poor little meow meow territory in the classic sense. in my opinion thiago did nothing wrong so i don't think he really counts, but in the spirit of picking an unpopular/controversial character who i actually like a lot, i guess he's my answer.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason) i think it's kinda fun what a horrible day leonide is having in system collapse. like it is objectively a terrible time for her, she gets betrayed, she gets shot, but she's also experiencing such disorienting events as "weaponry says a swear" and "if it weren't bad enough that we're in a high-speed chase running from the people who betrayed me, someone in the backseat is watching a soap opera and they forgot their fucking headphones". i'm picturing a reality show where interspersed with stressful action scenes we keep cutting to the talking head she recorded about it after the fact and she's just staring into the camera dead-eyed not saying anything.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell) whichever clients on past contracts made murderbot fight other secunits for their entertainment. fuck that extremely.

#thank youuu!!! i love talking about tmbd <333 #the murderbot diaries #murderbot #mb supporting cast #mb three #asks #not anon

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apocalypseyoshia · 5 months

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I’m on my period so here’s some Olrox comforting trans male reader (I also wrote this for a friend of mine who is ✨suffering with me!✨)

Olrox x trans male reader comfort 🏳️‍⚧️

Genderless blogs female she/ her using people don’t interact this is only for trans ftm people and please understand I will be blocking any blogs

You woke up feeling sick? No not sick just unwell, you grabbed your stomach, it hurt really badly. slowly you get out of bed being very careful to not wake up olrox, and went to the bathroom hoping that bad feeling was not what you think it was.

“Oh fuck me” you felt like you wanted to cry as you looked at the blood soaked underwear, ‘gods why’ it felt like the gods just where not on your side this week, as you slowly took off the underwear and grabbed a pad than you froze, how were you going to get clean underwear without waking up orlox, you looked down at the pad in your hand as tears pooled in your eyes.

“I hate this” you managed to get underwear and put the pad on, and it was annoying it felt like a constant reminder. The more you had to wear it the more irritable you were

“Morning love, I don’t see you in bed is everything alright?” olrox asked it was an innocent enough question but you couldn’t help but snap “I’m fine, leave me alone.” olrox raised an eyebrow but didn’t fight back, as you grabbed some coffee and left to go back to bed

You didn’t want to admit it but you felt bad for snapping at olrox, he didn’t do anything wrong he barely said anything but you felt angry, angry that you’re body was betraying you, angry that everything hurts, angry that you had to deal with this pathetic excuse of a body

“Hay darling, I got you something.” He slowly put down a cup of tea next to the almost untouched cup of coffee “I know you’re not feeling the best right now, but would you let me look after you?” He rubbed the side of your arm with your back facing him, at his words you start shaking and crying

“Baby?” you turn to look at him “i'm so sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you its just” you tried to calm yourself down it wasnt working, Olrox gently grabbed the sides of your face

“Take your time and breath” your hands trailed his arms, as you held on to him and tried to steady your breathing as he wiped away your tears

“You okay now Or do you need a minute?” you look at him “im fine” “okay can you tell me why you're sad?” you kept quiet then in a low voice you answer him “i'm on my period” “oh, would you like me to stay with you in bed?” you nod, Olrox smiled, and you scoot to make room for him in bed, he got in and wrapped his arms around you, you buried your head in his chest.

He started humming and playing with your hair “you’re such a strong man, if it was me I would completely crumble” “no you wouldn’t” you said not believing a word he said

He looks at you “Tender breasts, Bloating, low blood Pressure, Muscle aches, Joint pain, Headaches, Acne, Abdominal cramps, Muscle cramps and indigestion, i wouldn’t last a day with those symptoms you last a week” he kisses the top of your head “most men can’t even deal with indignation for a week, so when you add every else on top of it it seems impossible but you do it on a monthly basis” he says as you hug him tighter, you knew he only wanted to help but listening to him talk about it just made you feel worse “Olrox, stop i know you’re trying to make me feel better but, my period just always has to remind me of its existence, it’s like it’s taunting me, telling me that no matter what I do and no matter how much I think or feel it I will never be a man fully”

olrox stoped and looked at you, he wanted to say something but he didn’t want to interrupt you.

“What happened I can’t get out get out of bed whatsoever and I’ll be angry at nothing for no reason for such a long time that it overwhelms me it all feels like to much like for this week and only this week I’m in the wrong body, a weak weird one it makes me feel wrong”

He knows he could take all of those feelings away but he would help anyway he could, he got up slightly and picked up the still warm tea “here I can’t take away those bad thoughts but I could sooth the person who has them” he says while looking at you, you got up and leaned against his chest, he brought the cup of tea to your lips as you took a sip “fruit?” You asked taking another sip “I had some got some in case you bad a bad day” you mumbled a thank you and continue to drink

After the tea was done Olrox went and put the dirty cup in the sink and start boiling some water he got a water bag a gently start to pour the hot water into it filling it it was to hot to the touch so he put a wool cover so it wouldn’t burn you, He picked up your favorite fluffy blanket and grabbed the book you where reading

He came back blanket water bag and book in hand he put the water bag on your stomach rolled you with a blanket sat next to you on the bed wrapping you both loosely with the extra blanket you rested your head on his lap and he began reading out loud while playing with your hair

You where getting drowsy and Olrox could tell he stopped playing with your hair after he noticed your eyes closing, he laid down next to you in bed and gave you a kiss on the lips, you brought your head to his shoulder and right about when you where going to fall asleep you head “I love you, my strong boy”

you smiled realizing that it didn’t matter if you didn’t have a man’s body you where just as much a man as anyone else, the man you love made it clear that he loves you no matter what and that was all you needed

#gay #trans comfort #castlevania nocturne #castlevania #mlm #olrox x male reader #olrox x reader #olrox #gay mlm #mlm fanfic #trans fanfic #comfort #comfort fic #olrox my beloved #no smut #fluff #gay fluff #trans fluff

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moongothic · 6 months

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No appearently I'm still not fucking done

Like. No matter how I think about it, Crocodad with the timeline Oda has suggested makes no sense to me, so I genuinely can't bring myself to believe in the theory anymore (mainly because I don't want to get my hopes up tbh)

(Like if the timeline was Revolutionary -> Baby Happens -> Leaves and becomes a pirate -> Whitebeard beats his ass -> Dude becomes jaded and wants to destroy the government -> Alabasta This would make sense. I would 100% buy this timeline But the timeline is supposed to be Pirate -> Shichibukai -> Whitebeard beats his ass -> Somehow gets involved with the Revolutionaries -> Baby Happens -> Transitions while a Shichibukai -> Alabasta I just. This timeline does not make sense to me. But it's the only one we'd have??)

But at the same time I can not come up with a single other explanation to why the absolute fuck Crocodile is still a character with a presence in the story if it's not Crocodad

By which I mean, on an emotional level he has no connections or ties to any other characters that would explain why he's still in the story (compared to like, Enel, who also has no connections to anyone and thus is pretty much just gone). And like, to be fair, sure, he could be just there for fanservice and because he can be used to drive the plot forward in some ways.

But when you compare Crocodile to say Mihawk or Buggy or even ol' CP9 members, they all either have close emotional ties to other important characters (Zoro and Shanks to be specific), or they represent something (the manifestation of the Government and its corruption), meaning these characters reuniting/encountering others has emotional weight in the story

But Crocodile was just some asshole who Luffy beat up, he's not much different from like Moria in that sense and god knows we haven't seen Moria in ages (to the point I wouldn't be shocked if he died offscreen) (Oda please don't kill my beloved goth onion I need him back so bad)

So why the fuck is Crocodile still here, why is he still plot-relevant, who is he supposed to tie to on an emotional basis

Like the theory Crocodile could maybe be Xebec's son would make sense and explain a lot about Crocodile as a character, and it could tie him back into the story if Xebec is alive and is the one hiding the final Poneglyph (this theory is on thin ice mind you), but no matter how I think about it I can't imagine how that would push either his own character arc forward or anyone else's. The plot, sure, but it just feels like it stops there

Especially because althought Crocodile Clearly Has Some Issues, his issues don't seem to be from a bad father-son relationship, it's trust issues and the hatred of the Government, so meeting his maybe-father-Xebec-if-he-is-alive would probably do fuck all to move his character anywhere (and if it did, where??????? World Domination??????? We all know that won't work out tho????????)

(Also if Xebec was his father, then Crocodile's decision to ASSIST Whitebeard in saving Ace, the dickwad who would have betrayed his father, makes EVEN LESS SENSE)

(Sidenote, you could maybe imagine Crocodile somehow tieing into Pluton again but considdering how the Walls of Wano need to come down for Pluton to be released and that can only be done by Zunesha at the command of Momo, I can not imagine Crocodile making a beeline for Pluton right now 'cause he should not be able to get it even if he found out how to access it) (Also while on Pluton, you could argue Crocodile reuniting with Robin could have emotional weight but I'm not sure what that would achieve for either character (also Robin would never in a million years just hand over Pluton to Crocodile), same for Vivi (also IDK how those two would even meet again))

Not to mention I have no fucking idea how Crocodile's past with Iva-chan would even tie into any of that??? I mean sure he could just be trans for the sake of being trans and without it being like an important plotpoint beyond Iva-chan being able to blackmail him at Impel Down, but also??? Is that not a little unnececary considdering there would've been many other ways to convince Crocoboy to behave in Impel Down???

But you know what really would explain Crocodile's lingering presence in the story and would tie his character to someone else on an emotional level in a way that could push either his or someone else's character arc forward???

Fucking??? Crocodad???????

Like boom, you'd immidiately be able to tie his character to our beloved protagonist and the two seeing each other would have like more meaning than just "Luffy encountering the asshole who tried to kill him and now needs to fight again probably". And while I don't think Crocodad would do anything to move Luffy's character ahead (since he probably would not give a shit if he found out Crocodile was his dad, since Crocodile was a dickbag and Luffy doesn't care about blood connections), I think it would do a lot to Crocodile's character

Because like. I go back and I think about Marineford and Crocodile's outburst at Whitebeard. His emotional arc. If Crocodad was real, then right before the outburst Crocodile would've have realized that Luffy was his son and would be currently dealing with the implications of that. Then he'd have to watch The Son of a Binch Who Beat His Ass get stabbed, which would piss one off anyways. But then he needs to remember that Whitebeard's been stabbed by one of his own, while trying to save another one of his sons, and Crocodile might realize how that sight of Whitebeard might be like a cruel premonition for himself, as he goes off to try to protect his own son

And sure, Crocodile made it out of Marineford alive, but god knows, if we get like a Marineford 2 and shit starts going down, if this man is Luffy's actual father and is anywhere near the kid, this binch is dying. He is going to die protecting his son (and arguably, one-up Whitebeard), because as we all know, if you want to protect something ya gotta do it right and if you're not willing to make sacrifices you will never gain anything, even if it means losing your own life

That would absolutely give Crocodile's character an amazing character arc, going from an uncaring asshole who was only interested in whatever benefitted him to giving up his own life for the kid he never was there for (which would also arguably be more than what Garp or Dragon ever did, since one never did as much as lift a finger while the other was going to allow his grandchild to be murdered)

Also Crocodile being Luffy's dad would tie his past with Ivankov to his character really well and it'd be a much bigger point than just him being trans for the sake of being trans

Also him having ties to the Revolutionary Army would then also emotionally tie him to Dragon for some Dragon Lore etc and that could then also tie him into the Revolutionary Army-sideplot if we're lucky

Also. Remember how One Piece goes off often about "inherited will". You know what would be cute. Luffy inheriting his father's dream, his will (of becoming Pirate King).

Also other people have pointed this out but in Chapter 824 Luffy gets to see Dragon's face on the newspaper for the first time and comments how Dragon "doesn't look like him". And like. It could be just a funny little comment of no concequence. Some might even look at the comment to fuel their bizarre "Dragon is Xebec" theories (even though Garp is very explicit about Dragon being his son and the two do look alike actually, like Garp and Dragon have the same nose), but like I think about that comment, and then I think about Luffy making that "I don't know 'cause I'm not a Zoan" comment in fucking Punk Hazard when talking to Momo about using his fruit power. And like. LIKE. MAN. I DUNNO Y'ALL BUT LUFFY'S COMMENT ABOUT DRAGON NOT LOOKING LIKE HIM FEELS A LIL SUS (Also notice how Garp, Dragon and Luffy all have shit on the right side of their faces. Like Dragon has his massive tattoo but Luffy and Garp both have those scars under their eyes. And Crocodile just happens to have a matching scar.)

Also this is absolutely inconsequencial but. Like. Crocodile's favorite food is fucking. Crocodile meat and tomatoes. Fucking. MEAT. Just like Luffy. GOD.

I just. Crocodad would make so much sense on an emotional level for the story. It would make so much sense.

But I just. The timeline doesn't make sense at alllllll

#Moon posting #OP Spoilers #Crocodad #Sir Crocodile #I WANT TO BELIEEEEEVE #Trying to give up on Crocodad because there's no way in a million years it'll ever happen #But #I just #It'd be so good #It would make so much sense #I want it to be real so bad #But there's no way. There's no fucking way.#When will this man release me from the death grip he has me in #Only vaguely related but you know how everyone's been speculating Since Forever that Dragon's Devil Fruit would be like Wind or something #You know isn't it funny how one of Crocodile's iconic attacks is creating a sandstorm. Sand. And wind.#Cute #If anybody has any suggestions as to why Crocodile is still an active character in the story then please go ahead and sound off #He really just could've died off-screen at Marineford or during the timeskip if he wasn't somehow important but here he still is #Why the fuck #Why are you still here #Like I love you but why #There's a part of me wondering if there could be like a twist that Dragon isn't Luffy's father at all and it is actually cis male Crocodile #Who just left Luffy in Dragon's hands for some reason #But I don't enjoy theories that require you to invent new characters (and we'd have to invent a mother in this scenario)#And Luffy does look like Baby Garp a lot #(Sidenote: Luffy Dragon and Garp all have F bloodtypes (our A) while Croco is S (our O))#OP Meta

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spicysix · 2 months

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girls make me wanna die

"the way we met not so unique / on the internet we make up things / a different story every person we see i'm writing poems and they're all online / under a different name, nothing like mine / i tried to tell her once, on a drunken night / but it came out all fucked like a bad pickup line i don't know when i fell. she doesn't know as well"

rating: T warnings: Eddie's trans in this fic, it's not a major plot point but it is a major Eddie characteristic heh. also, this is an Edancy fic, meaning Eddie and Nancy and i know that's not everyone's cup of tea so please for the love of god if you're not interested in this pairing, keep that to yourself, scroll the page, leave the fic untouched. don't like, don't read, all the maners. i think that's it word count: 6.1k author's note: fic idea and title from the song of the same name by The Aces. written for Lex's Spicy Six Summer Fanwork Challenge, for the prompt "rooftops". yes, i know i'm a little bit late (just six months), but it is Summer where i live right now so i think it still counts lmao. thanks again for hosting @thefreakandthehair ♡ also super thanks to my beautiful betas robin (@ronancevibes) and frankie (@blubblesandink) ♡

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I DON’T KNOW WHEN I FELL

The first time Eddie saw her, she thought she was a mirage.

It was Steve’s birthday party, and since the guy was still as popular as he used to be in high school, his house was packed. Eddie hadn’t seen her when she first arrived, and she later found out it was because she had been upstairs finishing getting ready with Robin.

But as she came down the stairs, all dolled up, a true femme divinity of Eddie’s most sapphic dreams, the neon lights were hitting her just right in a way that encompassed her with pink, purple and blue all around and it was one of the prettiest sights Eddie had ever seen. Eddie stood right at the end of the stairs and stared up at her, jaw on the floor, probably drooling all over her chin.

She probably could’ve fallen right then and there.

If she hadn’t looked at Eddie, still standing dumbly in the way, up and down with her eyes narrowed and lips turned down into a frown before she opened them to say, with the most velvet smooth, passive-aggressive voice Eddie had ever heard:

“Can you move?”

It wasn’t a request. It was a demand.

Eddie kinda wanted to bitch-slap her for it, but her own body betrayed her as she moved out of the way instantly and she smiled at her — almost fondly, but venomous, also all passive-aggressive and, honestly? Delicious.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

Eddie was pissed off and aroused to her deepest corners, and she would later find out that it wouldn’t be the first time Nancy Wheeler would piss her off and still have her do whatever she demanded with that silky way of hers.

Eddie didn’t see her anymore at all after that at the party, and still had no idea who she was for a whole week before she ran into Robin at the grocery store. She asked her who the girl was, describing her looks and clothes. She tried not to be too obvious about her annoyance and also attraction to the mystery girl, and she thought she succeeded because Robin didn’t shoot her one of her bombastic side eyes.

“Oh! Short curly bob, about yay high?” Robin asked, gesturing somewhere around her chin level. Eddie nodded as she turned to pick up some sugar. “Yeah, that’s Nancy.”

Eddie stopped with her hand mid-reach. “Steve’s ex, Nancy?” she asked.

“The one and only,” Robin snickered and Eddie blinked a few times in shock before proceeding with her shopping.

Eddie thought she knew a lot about the infamous Nancy Wheeler, because she had befriended Steve right after Nancy had broken his pure little himbo heart, almost eight years before. She knew Steve and Nancy had worked things out and were friendly now, but didn’t know they were friendly enough for Steve to invite her to his birthday. She shared those thoughts with Robin, who chuckled teasingly.

“Oh, sweet summer child. You have no idea of the intricacies of our friend group, do you?”

That was true. Eddie knew of Steve and Robin’s friend group from their hometown and she knew that it was a whole beautiful mess off queerness, but she hadn’t met anyone but Robin so far, even with the almost eight years of friendship with Steve — and probably only knew her because Steve and Robin were glued at the hip. She knew of Nancy, and of Jonathan, and of course, knewRobin’s girlfriend Vickie, but didn’t know what their intricacies were.

She was honestly a little scared to ask at that point, so she just shrugged and Robin and her continued their shopping talking of other stuff from then on.

She saw Nancy again a couple of months after Steve’s party, because then it was Vickie’s birthday party, and at least this time Chrissy was able to go so Eddie wouldn’t have to be stuck to Robin the whole night.

“I’m so glad I’m not missing this one. I mean, Vickie’s a great girl and of course she’s the main reason, but that Jon boy was looking delicious in the pics Steve posted and I’m so sad I missed seeing him looking like that,” she was rambling on and on about her crush as she reapplied lip gloss on the way to the bar Vickie chose to have her small party at. “Did you meet him at all?”

“No, I only saw him passing by. He did look good, smelled amazing too,” Eddie replied with a grin.

“Ugh, you’re no good as a best friend. You know I’ve been in love with him ever since Steve posted that picture last November! You had to befriend him!” she complained but she had a smile on her shiny pink lips.

“You can’t be in love with him, bitch, you don’t even know him,” Eddie replied.

“I so can, bitch. I feel it in my tits,” Chrissy ended the discussion as the Uber parked in front of the bar, and they left it laughing loudly after thanking the driver. “In my heart, I mean. Under the tits. If he’s not here today I’ll leave immediately!”

“I’ll tell the birthday girl you said that,” Eddie sing-sang as she started walking faster towards the bar entrance. Chrissy yelled after her as they walked through the doors still laughing.

To Chrissy’s delight, the Jon boy was there in all his scrawny glory where he sat across from Vickie at the table they reserved for the birthday. Vickie was excitedly talking to him about something, gesturing all around her as Robin looked at her with pathetic heart shaped eyes. Nancy, sitting beside Jonathan, was also paying attention.

No, she was not the first person Eddie noticed.

Eddie and Chrissy approached the table and Steve lit up at the sight of them from where he was sitting on the other side of Vickie.

“There they are! My favorite sapphics club is complete!” he was getting up from his seat as he talked, and Vickie wrapped up her story before getting up to greet them too.

Jonathan turned to Nancy and they whispered between them, and Eddie would’ve thought they were talking about Vickie’s story if Nancy hadn’t shot her a look from over Jonathan’s shoulder. He then looked over too and smirked before turning back to Nancy and saying something that made her hide a laugh behind her wrist.

“Why do you surround yourself with so many sapphics anyway?” Chrissy asked as she and Steve separated from their embrace, and Eddie finally tore her look away from Nancy and Jonathan to hug Vickie tightly.

“It’s the ally in me,” Steve answered and it got him a slap from his favorite sapphic who had also gotten up to greet the newcomers.

“You’re literally queer too,” Robin said as she made grabby hands at Chrissy for her own hug. Steve just cackled and shrugged.

They finished their greetings session and both Eddie and Chrissy handed Vickie their gifts — a matching set of earrings and a necklace — before walking back to the table. Aside from them, Jonathan and Nancy, there were only a couple more people that were introduced as Vickie’s work friends.

“Nice to finally get your name,” Nancy said with a smirk when Vickie introduced her to Eddie.

Eddie narrowed her eyes. “You didn’t ask for it when you were bossing me around like a bitch last time.” Eddie didn’t made clear who the bitch was. It was on purpose.

Nancy’s smile only widened with her answer as Jonathan hid a snort behind a cough.

“She tends to do that,” Steve said as he pulled a chair for Chrissy to sit at beside him.

“Excuse me?” Nancy asked, but she was still clearly being playful.

“Yeah, no, he’s right,” Jonathan said before sipping on whatever drink he had.

Nancy rolled her stupidly beautiful blue eyes. “Love when my exes team up against me.”

Eddie thankfully wasn’t drinking anything yet or she would’ve choked on liquid, and that would be worse than choking on thin air —which she did.

“What?” one of Vickie’s coworkers thankfully asked, and all of the long-time friends laughed together.

“Oh, isn’t that a long story…” Vickie giggled to her friend who just shrugged:

“We do have all night.”

Long story short, they all had had relationships in some way.

Not like Eddie or Chrissy could judge, since they both met Steve on different nights out and they both hooked up with him in the respective back alleys of the clubs they were in, and Chrissy and Robin were definitely flirting before Robin went all monogamist-serious with Vickie. And they wouldn’t judge even if it didn’t make them hypocrites because there was nothing wrong with all that anyway, but that’s an obvious statement.

But none of their things with each other had been serious or even consummated, meanwhile it was kind of funny that Nancy dated Steve and then Jonathan, and Jonathan dated Argyle who had been in the bathroom and appeared in the middle of the story, and who was now on his journey to woo Steve into a relationship, and Nancy and Robin also had a fling at some point and so did Jonathan and Steve.

Eddie felt tired at the end of the retelling and she had been sitting down the whole time.

“Ah yes, the amazing queer experience,” Vickie’s coworker who had initially asked commented at the end of it all.

They all laughed at that and the coworker — Eddie really didn’t get their name — waved a bartender over for some shots. Once they were delivered and everyone had gotten one, Coworker started a toast.

“To Vickie, and her hometown friends who all fucked each other!” they toasted, and everyone laughed louder as they clinked their tiny cups together before throwing the shots back.

Those were just the first shots of many that night, each round with a more ridiculous toast to accompany the ‘To Vickie’ one every time.

After a few hours Chrissy was best friends with Vickie’s coworkers, and Eddie still had no idea what their names were, and instead had found her way in between Jonathan and Argyle as they all talked about photography, an art they all shared their love for. Jonathan was actually a photographer himself. The talk went from classic photography, analog to digital, and just as they started talking about Instagram accounts, Chrissy stopped by, whispered something right by Jonathan’s ear that made him blush, and they left together. Eddie and Argyle traded knowing looks and continued the conversation without the person who had begun it, and soon Nancy took Jonathan’s seat instead.

“What’s the talk?” she asked while sipping her fruity cocktail that Argyle then took from her and drank before answering.

“Our favorite Instagram accounts. We were talking about photography, but…”

“Oh!” Nancy took her phone from the pocket of her dress — a dress with pockets, amazing; Eddie thought — and opened the app. “It’s not photography, but this one is my favorite of all times. It’s so inspiring to me,” she said as she found the profile she was looking for and then turned the screen for Eddie and Argyle to look at.

Eddie had a really hard time trying not to choke on thin air for the second time that evening.

The profile Nancy was showing was a poet’s page, by the name of M.W. and who posted small, handwritten poems with a beige and brown color palette, a drawn sheet ghost as their profile picture. Clearly anonymous, even with hundreds of thousands of followers, the person behind the poems and the page didn’t want people to know who they were.

The person behind the poems and the page was Eddie.

“What-” Eddie tried to talk, failed, cleared her throat and tried again, “What do you like about it?”

Nancy got this look on her face that Eddie hadn’t seen before so far. Something fond and sweet, her blue eyes like pools Eddie wanted to drown in. Her smile was wide and it turned her face to something entirely different, all the sharpness and sarcastic expressions Eddie had been graced with so far transforming into earnest softness.

“I’m a journalist, and I love writing and sharing stories. Poems have always been something I wouldn’t do, because they all seemed so hard and too complex and I always thought ‘normal’ people couldn’t do them,” she explained, looking Eddie in the eye the whole time. She was like Medusa, and Eddie was trapped paralyzed under her stare but with no intention of leaving any time soon. “And then all these modern poets came around on social media, and they have always spoken to me in some ways, but Emme…” She looked down at her phone screen again, that same soft look that made Eddie’s brain short-circuit. “I don’t know what it is, but they talk to me so personally. I love everything they write. They are delicate with words without losing their candidness, and forthright without losing their gentleness. I just… I’m very impressed and inspired by them.”

Maybe it was then.

Eddie, of course, had no idea what to answer to that. She received comments and messages every day about how her writing helped and affected people, but it had never happened in person because no one knew who she was. That was different. Nancy’s words echoed right into her chest, making it swell with pride, but she didn’t know how to respond. She just stared at the girl before her, hoping her expression wasn’t giving her away.

“That’s so nice, dude. They’re really nice poems,” Argyle said as he rolled through M’s feed. “Do you not like them, Eddie?” he asked, and Eddie shook her head to get out of her wandering thoughts before glancing at the screen Argyle was showing her.

She didn’t need to look too hard, she knew every single poem there by heart.

She shrugged. “I don’t… think too hard about poems, I guess,” she lied without thinking, already trying to come up with other topics she could suggest to stir the conversation before she admitted anything.

The only person who knew she was the one behind M.W. was Chrissy, and Eddie wasn’t ready to make it public — probably never would be. The words were too personal, open windows to her soul that she carefully curated, that she poured so much of herself into and she wasn’t ready to share the backstage of.

Eddie saw as Nancy’s eyes hardened again, as she shut her jaw firmly and she felt immediately sorry for her lie. She didn’t want Nancy to retreat, she liked seeing her vulnerable side. The side of Nancy that related to Eddie’s own vulnerability, even if she didn’t know it.

“Too bad.” And then she gave Eddie that sneering look, the same as she did from her superior level at the stairs of Steve’s house, that up-and-down look that made Eddie’s face turn into a scowl instantly.

Both their jaws clenched and they narrowed their eyes at the same time and stared at each other for what felt like hours, but was probably less than a minute, before getting up to walk to different directions, headed to different groups of other people to talk to.

“What the hell happened, man?” Argyle whispered softly to himself as he was left alone with all the tension still hanging in the air.

Eddie replayed that conversation in her head for many days after Vickie’s birthday. The gnawing feeling in the bottom of her stomach that threatened to burn her from the inside out appeared every other hour.

Why the fuck did she lie about not liking poems?

She didn’t have to tell them the truth about being M.W., but she could still have said something nice about Nancy’s passion for the poems. Not dismiss it completely, making it seem like she was a total bitch, causing Nancy to go back into her distrust, closing the doors to her vulnerability. Making Nancy think Eddie had no interest in her interests at all, like she was still holding a grudge over nothing, like they couldn’t bond over something they both loved.

The what-ifs and the should-haves kept eating at Eddie’s brain, sometimes so strongly that it was overwhelming, and she didn’t relax even a little bit about it for almost three weeks, when she met Chrissy for their monthly brunch together.

“What’s up with you today?” was the first question Chrissy asked over their mimosas, no need to be at Eddie’s side for long to realize that something was giving her anxiety.

It caused Eddie’s shoulders to slump down and her throat to get a little less constricted. Just knowing Chrissy cared enough about her to notice the small signs of her distress made some of the fog in her brain dissipate. It was easy to tell her everything after that, the scene she had caused, the disappointment in Nancy’s eyes, the way it made Eddie feel like shit. Chrissy heard it all quietly, attentively, as if Eddie’s life depended on it because she knew that Eddie felt like it did at the high of her anxiety.

“I think you like her more than you care to admit,” Chrissy answered at the end of it all.

Eddie didn’t like that Chrissy’s mind went straight into that area instead of comforting Eddie, but she rationally knew that Chrissy wouldn’t bring that up if it wasn’t relevant.

“Chris, I don’t even know her-”

Chrissy interrupted. “And I think you should be honest with her.”

“I can’t tell her-”

She did it again. “I’m not telling you to come out to her as Emme, I’m only saying you could honestly tell her she makes you kinda nervous and you stumbled over your words near her, and you said things you didn’t mean because you couldn’t think through.”

“Can you stop interrupting me!” Eddie whined. “Oh, so I just have to make a fool of myself in front of her? Solid advice, Chris, thanks.”

“Why’d you ask for my help if you’re gonna complain about what I say?” She asked, swirling her cup around.

“I didn’t ask for your help, Chrissy!” Eddie all but shouted, her voice a raspy tone, and Chrissy stopped mid-movement. Eddie instantly regretted it. “Sorry. I’m so sorry. Ugh, I’m so stressed out over nothing.”

She hid her face behind her hand, embarrassment making her cheeks burn up, but she soon felt Chrissy’s cool hand on top of her own. It was soothing once again.

“Sorry I pushed too. It’s not nothing, Eddie, I swear. I still think you can be a little more honest with her if you ever see her again, though,” Chrissy still advised.

“Maybe you’re right. I’ll think about it,” Eddie answered.

“And I still think you like Nancy more than you want to admit,” Chrissy continued.

Eddie let her hands fall from her face and stared into Chrissy’s blue pools. They reminded her of other blue pools.

Nancy’s pool blue eyes hardening over Eddie’s words, the way her jaw shut tight, the clinical look she shot at her. Nancy’s pool blue eyes softening over talking about Eddie’s words, the blush on her cheeks, the adoring speech she gave about Eddie’s soul without even knowing.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right about that too,” Eddie finally admitted.

Maybe it was then.

Summer was approaching and as the temperatures started to rise Steve hyped them all up for a lake day. Eddie took Chrissy, Robin, Vickie and Jonathan in her van; and Steve, Argyle and Nancy went in his car. They all brought snacks and smuggled drinks amongst card games and inflatable buoys.

The lake wasn’t packed because summer vacations still hadn’t started and the middle schoolers, high schoolers and college students still weren’t free to enjoy the scalding Sun and the cold water, so Steve’s idea was great after all.

Eddie waited until the Sun wasn’t at its peak to venture under its rays, because she was as pale as a vampire and the Sun was a menace to her just the same as it was to the blood-sucking monsters. She’d burn instantly. So she covered herself in sunblock, hid under the shadow of a big tree with one of Wayne’s old caps on her head and a book in her hands, and watched as her group of people had their fun.

Steve and Chrissy were playing with a volleyball in the sand, while Argyle and Vickie went against Jonathan and Robin in a game of chicken in the water with Nancy as the referee. Eddie had fun people-watching, and when it came to some of her new favorite people it was even better.

As midday approached, they all gathered under the barely-there shadow to eat their snacks and escape the dangerous Sun beams at their high. Argyle had some pre-baked space brownies for dessert and they all shared stories and laughed about nonsense. Eddie felt happy that she and Chrissy were finally being more included into the lives of Steve and Robin, and that their friends came along. It felt like they had always belonged there, as a full group. It was amazing.

When both the Sun and Eddie weren’t as high anymore, she finally felt safe enough to take off her shirt and cap. With another sunscreen layer applied, she stretched a bit before asking Chrissy to join her at the shallow ends of the lake. The pebbles hurt her feet in a good way and the smell of damp earth was refreshing.

“How’s it going?” Chrissy asked.

Eddie looked at her and saw that she was staring ahead. She followed the line of vision and saw Nancy taking a few laps in the deeper parts of the water. She instantly knew what Chrissy was asking.

“I might have been stalking too much on Instagram,” she answered, and Chrissy cackled.

“Does she follow you?”

“Uh, no. Her profile’s open,” she finished and Chrissy almost choked on her laughter.

Eddie tried to hide her smile, but Chrissy’s snorts were endearing even if they were at her expense.

“What are we laughing so hard about?” The subject of the conversation appeared out of nowhere, Robin and Vickie behind her as they approached.

Chrissy laughed harder.

“Uh, just this dude. You guys don’t know him.” Eddie tried to act casual, but Nancy’s raised eyebrow showed she wasn’t buying. Thankfully, she also didn’t press further. “Uh. Nice bikini,” she pointed at Nancy’s torso, immediately regretting it.

Nancy looked down, as if she didn’t remember what she was wearing. There was nothing special about it, just a different color in each of the little triangles covering Nancy’s breasts, but now all the attention was in it, on them, and Eddie felt like a complete fool. If she wanted Nancy not to know about her stupid not-crush, talking about her fucking boobs wasn’t the best course of action.

“Thanks?” she said, kind of asked, as her answer to Eddie’s random compliment. “Yours is pretty too.” She smiled sweetly, and Eddie was a hundred percent sure she didn’t deserve that kindness.

“Not just the bikini,” Vickie whispered a little too loud, causing Chrissy to fall into her laughing fit again. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. That was so out of pocket.” Her freckled face was all red, and Robin was hiding a grin under her hand, and Nancy was suddenly looking at the water, brows pinched, pink cheeks, perched lips.

Interesting, Eddie thought.

“Ah, don’t be,” she answered Vickie. “I paid a hell of a price for them, they’re supposed to be admired.”

“Wait until you’re at a level three friendship clearance and you’ll get to see them uncovered. Maybe even touch,” Chrissy said, still in between chuckles.

“Well, yeah, I want to show them off!” Eddie spoke up.

Nancy coughed loudly. “I’ll go back to the-” she stopped herself and never finished her sentence before practically running back to the water, her body curving in a beautiful dive once she was deep enough.

Eddie felt glad she was still wearing her shorts, cause the tightness in them could get a little uncomfortable.

“You guys are funny,” Robin said, arm draped over Vickie’s shoulder, and her pointed look at Eddie’s profile seemed to mean something more.

“What do you mean?” Eddie asked.

Robin chuckled a little louder. “You and Nancy would get along real well if you stopped dancing around each other,” she answered.

Eddie bit the inside of her cheek before turning to look at the lake again. Nancy wasn’t doing laps anymore, instead she was talking to the boys. As if she felt Eddie’s eyes on her, she also turned to look back to the shore, and her gaze met Eddie’s.

She smiled so sweetly. As if Eddie had never insulted her, as if her vulnerability had never been hidden, she smiled the same way Eddie saw her smile when she talked about M.W’s words.

Maybe it was then.

“Still don’t know what you’re talking about,” Eddie lied, without ending her eye contact with the girl on the water, and her senses were so focused on only her that she didn’t even hear Robin and Chrissy’s snickering.

She really had to stop dancing.

Chrissy went to Eddie’s house and ruined her life on a simple Friday.

“You’re being so dramatic,” Chrissy said while Eddie paced around her living room, fingers tangled in her hair, and her phone still in Chrissy’s hand.

Eddie knew it had been a horrible idea to download Tinder to get over her not-crush on Nancy, and she knew it had been a horrible idea to tell Chrissy about it — but she went ahead and did both of those things anyway.

It started harmless enough, Eddie and Chrissy sat side by side, a bottle of wine shared with no need for glasses, a random movie on the TV as background noise. Chrissy giving her input on Eddie’s bio, her picture choices, the people she swapped right or left.

It started harmless enough, until Nancy’s profile showed up.

Only a few miles away, a stunning profile picture that made Eddie’s heart almost crack her ribcage, a bio that Eddie couldn’t even read entirely because suddenly her phone wasn’t in her hands anymore, and Chrissy was locking herself in the bathroom.

No amount of Eddie’s banging on the door made her get out, not until she felt like her mission was complete, not until after she swiped right on Nancy.

And then Eddie was spiraling, pacing around her living room while Chrissy finished whatever wine was left in the bottle, the movie had ended on the TV and Tinder was left open and forgotten on Eddie’s phone.

“You acted like a bitch and you know it,” Eddie said, and Chrissy only huffed. “Christine!”

“Calm down, I’ve told you already! It’s not like-” she paused mid sentence when the phone screen lit up. Chrissy’s eyes grew comically larger, and she bit her bottom lip tightly, the skin under her teeth going pale. “So, about that-”

“Christine!” Eddie yelled again, throwing herself on the couch and aiming for the phone already. “Please, for the love of god and all that is holy, please tell me she didn’t just-”

“You have a match,” Chrissy confirmed Eddie’s worst nightmares.

“FUCKING HELL!”

It was undeniable, right at the center of the screen, big bold letters in a way that Eddie couldn’t blame on drunkenness because she hadn’t even drank that much. She had a match with Nancy Wheeler.

“Why is that a bad thing? You have a crush on her anyway, you just learned it’s reciprocated?” Chrissy asked, already getting up to fetch another wine bottle.

“What if it’s a joke. What if she swiped in the wrong direction as an accident. What if she sat on her phone and butt-matched me. What-”

“Eddie, stop spiraling,” Chrissy told her, a new wine bottle in her hands that she passed to Eddie in exchange for the phone again. “We’ll keep watching whatever movie this is,” she checked the TV, saw the movie was over, “We’ll watch whatever other random movie and get your head out of this and tomorrow you’ll wake up renewed and look at this situation with fresh eyes and see it’s not that bad. Okay?”

“You just don’t want me to yell at you ‘cause you know it’s your fault,” Eddie grumbled.

“I won’t lie to you, my best friend, that is partly the reason.” Chrissy chose another random movie without really checking what it was. “But I also really don’t think it’s such a big deal.”

“Whatever,” Eddie whined again, but draped her head on Chrissy’s shoulder when she sat beside her.

She was warm, and smelled of berries and coconut, and she had Eddie’s phone so she couldn’t do anything stupid, and she usually knew better. She was probably right. Eddie let herself be comforted in the presence of Chrissy’s calming aura.

Eddie ended the night having no idea what the movie was about, her mental state a little over tipsy and a little under drunk, her phone back in her hands and the Tinder conversation with Nancy Wheeler opened.

She came to learn a lot in between one and six A.M., the time she spent talking to Nancy while Chrissy still snored beside her.

Nancy had a younger brother and a younger sister.

She loved ballet.

Her favorite singer was Madonna.

Her parents were divorced, and the day they told her the news was one of the best days of her life.

Some of her hobbies included journaling, roller skating, and painting her nails.

Her best friend was named Barb, and she was studying abroad for her PhD.

She legally owned a gun. That was terrifying. (And also a little hot.)

She had never used it, though. But felt safe having it.

She was power driven, passion driven, a force to be reckoned with, and kind and sweet while doing it all.

Maybe it was then.

Neither of them acknowledged the fact that they both had been assholes to each other, and just accepted the Tinder match as if it had been nothing more. Nancy had started the conversation as if they had already texted before, and Eddie just rolled with it.

They talked all night, and Eddie could’ve kept talking to her if she hadn’t passed out from sleep deprivation and alcohol consumption.

She only noticed the next afternoon, when she woke up, that she tried telling Nancy she was M.W. at the peak of her insanity, but thankfully had never sent the message.

She deleted it and said nothing else instead.

Eddie saw Nancy sooner than she expected — and, honestly, sooner than she was ready to.

She and Nancy hadn’t talked after that day, not at all, not on Tinder and not on Instagram after they followed each other. Nancy liked a couple of Eddie’s pictures and stories, and Eddie liked some of her stuff back, but that was it.

She thought it had dwindled out, she was too much of a coward to pull Nancy back to a conversation and thought Nancy had no interest when she also made no move to message Eddie again.

Eddie was nursing a minor heartache when she asked Chrissy to go with her to a party one of her neighbors invited her to merely a week later. It was at the rooftop of another building, fairy lights still turned off during the day but they would look beautiful by night, the Sun was warm and they had punch, so Eddie thought it to be the perfect place and opportunity to get her mind off of Nancy Wheeler.

Imagine her surprise to see Nancy Wheeler there?

Chrissy spotted her immediately, elbowing Eddie until she noticed too. She looked beautiful under the sun, all sparkly makeup and flowy dress and pulled-up hair. And Chrissy gave Eddie no time to think or react before pulling her by the hand straight into Nancy’s direction where she was talking to a short-haired girl.

“Christine, stop, what if they’re-”

“Nancy! Hi!” Chrissy didn’t let Eddie pour out her negative thoughts, and instead called to the source of all of Eddie’s most recent problems.

“Chrissy!” she smiled, oh so pretty. “And Eddie!”

Eddie didn’t want to get all delusional, but she felt like Nancy’s smile to her was wider than the one to Chrissy.

Chrissy hugged her, and soon came Eddie’s turn, and if she put a little more strength into her arms, and if she made it last just a second longer, and if she carefully sniffed Nancy’s hair — well, that’s her problem.

“So nice to see you two. This is Barb!” She looked at Eddie as she said it, maybe to see if Eddie remembered that conversation, and Eddie could never lose that opportunity.

She took a deep breath, inhaled some courage from the air, turned to Barb and said, “Heard only the greatest things about you.”

Barb smiled, and so did Nancy, and maybe, yeah, maybe Eddie was a little delusional and maybe she was a little biased but Nancy’s smile was wider and prettier and more important.

She touched Eddie’s arm after she hugged Barb, and she looked Eddie right in the eyes and there was something there — some gratitude, some recognition, Eddie wasn’t sure what it was, but it was there.

And maybe it was then.

“So… what about that poem page? Still digging it?” Eddie asked hours later, when Chrissy was hooking up with a stranger in the bathroom and Barb had gone home already.

Nancy turned to pay attention to her immediately. They were leaning against the rooftop’s half-walls, Eddie’s jean jacket over Nancy’s naked shoulders cause there was a funny cold little breeze.

“Yeah, of course,” Nancy answered. Her eyes were sparkling, and the sun was setting, and the fairy lights were on.

She looked breath-taking.

“Still your favorite?” Eddie asked again, just because she needed to have that little pinch of Nancy Wheeler’s approval, even if Nancy had no idea.

“Still my favorite,” Nancy answered again, her eyes narrowing but smile widening a bit. “You still hate poetry?” she asked instead, and the slight twitch in the corner of her mouth was the only hint that she wasn’t as serious, that she was just teasing.

“I don’t hate poetry,” Eddie said with an accompanying eye roll and a small smile of her own. “I actually envy them. I wish I could say stuff that makes you feel… the way you feel. Instead of constantly annoying you.”

She kept a smirk as she said it, but it was a deeply honest confession. Of course, it was her words making Nancy feel the way she felt. But Nancy didn’t know that, and if she didn’t know that, did it really count?

Nancy’s expression softened as Eddie said it, those blue pools opening up for her again. Eddie felt like she would never get tired of it.

“You don’t constantly annoy me, just sometimes… most of the time,” she teased and nothing about her face said sarcasm and Eddie smiled wide back at her.

Nancy’s hand found Eddie’s, her fingers small and delicate and they fit right in between Eddie’s fingers, and it felt like it was meant to be, like the perfect puzzle pieces. There was music somewhere around them, lots of chatter from all the other people, but it all felt so distant as Nancy held Eddie’s hand so tight it almost hurt but it didn’t because it was her.

Maybe it was then.

Eddie wasn’t sure when she fell for Nancy Wheeler, but she knew for sure that’s when their story really started.

SHE DOESN’T KNOW AS WELL

Six months later

“I knew it already,” she said.

Her hair was a bit longer by then, curling around her head like an aura and getting all knotted up right with Eddie’s hair as they laid side by side in bed. The air smelt like sex, like them, and the streets outside the window were quiet in the middle of the night.

“The fuck you did,” Eddie answered.

“I’m an investigative journalist, Eddie, of course I knew you were Emme like, two weeks after we started dating.”

“Shut the fuck up,” she said, and Nancy snorted. She knew Eddie wasn’t actually mad. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Nancy instantly sobered up. “Cause it’s important to you. I wanted you to tell me, whenever you were ready. That’s your soul, Ed.”

It definitely wasn’t then, it had been long ago.

But it was then that Eddie confessed it, out loud, almost screaming in a whisper:

“I love you.”

Nancy smiled, her blue eyes two huge pools of vulnerability, that sweetness that poured out of her like honey.

“I don’t know when this happened. But. I love you too, of course.”

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maledistributionsystem · 2 months

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The way you portray masculinity is one like nothing I've seen before. I love how self indulgent it is, it feels so real and so beautiful, so kind and warm, scrolling through this blog feels so safe and welcoming. With masculinity and males being so vilified as a concept within queer spaces, this feels like an oasis, somewhere to rest my head and embrace my masculinity wholly and accept myself in a whole new way.

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Hey nonny, this means a lot to me. It genuinely does. I really know what you mean, i been seeing that shit for a few years now. It's hard because, I understand, I do. It's the same side of the coin for why people of color will say we don't like white people, when we really mean the social concept of whiteness.

It's still led to a somewhat alienating experince online though. Where are the straight trans men? The millenial and older trans men? Where are the stealth trans men? The "average joe" men? The men who started transitioning before I was born? They see the hatred for men as a gender and the conflation of induvidual men with the consequences and dangers of the patriarchy, and they leave. They blend into cis spaces because they're so certain they aren't wanted here in the community. And i understand them too, because if i was a little older i might've stopped trying already.

I've seen how much those men hurt too. Some seem to endlessly face imposter syndrome from being stealth in cis spaces, and some like me are just desperate to find one spot, just a single space, where any and every action a man takes is not evidence of his horrible ulterior motives and where there is no pressure to hide evidence of my transness.

I want men like us to feel comfortable somewhere. I want men like us to have reassurance that we haven't betrayed the women around us. I want men to have places to openly talk about what makes them feel masculine and secure in our manhood, where we can talk openly about the ways we're rebuilding a healthier, better, concept of what that looks like for us. I want a place for those freshly 18 year old "boy??" types to look and see that there are masculine men who are happy and love ourselves and each other and know that it's very possible to not be a bad man, and being a good man doesn't have to include femininity if you don't want it to.

Sorry this is rather long. This ask just. really means a lot to me. it does. Everything i've just described, on top of not even being fucking white, has made me wonder if i'll ever find more men like me.

I have a handful of asks in the Bark Line all thanking me. When the very first blogs of this type first popped up, i thanked them too. We're so excited to see eachother, and that makes me feel warm inside.

So cmon man, take a seat, have a beer. or don't, i don't mind lol, as long as you're comfortable and having fun. Let's celebrate embracing who we are, let's celebrate being the beautiful men we are.

#Bark Line #I really do adore yall sayin things like this. i truly didnt know there were so many. i aint know how to find yall.

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kentuckyfriedsatan · 19 days

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Thinking about putting my fanfics on tumblr one after another, even though I’m not really active here…

So let’s give this a try, but you can also just visit me on AO3, I’m KentuckyFriedSatan there too.

Devouring Desires

Summary:

Phantom struggles with dysphoria and desire. Mountain helps with a blow job.

(It’s less actual smut happening as one could suspect. But it’s definitely there! It’s a lot of conversation about it though, because it’s Phantoms first time.)

trans masc Phantom, dick and cock used for him, tw for slight gender dysphoria

Read it under the cut!

It’s the middle of the night and the abbey is asleep. Well not the whole abbey…

In the ghouls quarters there is blue light from a phone screen coming out under Phantoms door in the otherwise pitch black corridor. Phantom has been on earth for a few months now and finally caught up to most of the human stuff there is to know, including his own body. After his summoning, he had to discover that he had been given a vessel which was assigned female at birth, even though he felt like his body would have a different kind of anatomy. In the beginning he told no one, thinking it’s probably normal to feel a disconnect between himself and his body…in the pit he didn’t even have a physical form so that would make sense. But he found himself more miserable with each passing day and an immense jealousy for the guys.

What was the turning point was a deep conversation with Dewdrop after Phantom joked (he made it look like a joke at least) about how all of the girls probably feel jealous of the guys anatomies. He found out what it means to be transgender then and changed his pronouns and presentation.

Everything was starting to get better, like he could be happy with his body someday. But on the days many siblings of sin misgender him, his clothes don’t fit right and his voice sounds like acid to his ears, he begins to loose hope that he will ever achieve his goal.

It was one of these days today and what made this situation even worse was that his body betrays him. Phantom is horny. Horny after seeing a heavy make out session between Aether and Dewdrop. He doesn’t want to do anything about his arousal, but the need is so strong. He rarely plays with himself and never with others, not wanting to acknowledge this part of himself. Phantom reluctantly decides to give in to his arousal or he knows he wouldn’t sleep the whole night and feel even more shitty in the morning. To make it as fast as possible, he decides on watching some gay porn on his phone. Phantom heard some siblings talking about it and how great it is so it’s worth a shot right? He doesn’t bother searching for anything specific and just clicks on the first best thing.

After a bit of teasing, one man in the video lowers himself and takes off the underwear of his parter whose hard cock springs free. Without wasting any time he takes the cock into his mouth, bobbing his head in a fast and brutal paste while fondling his balls. Phantom who is laying in the same position as the receiver in the video begins to feel a bit of wetness between his thighs and he hates it, but he focuses his whole attention back on the video. The blow job continues and Phantom starts to grind his legs together to get a bit of friction. Sparks of pleasure fill him, but it’s not nearly enough to make him come. He knows that touching himself would do the trick, but then he can’t keep pretending he is the one receiving a blow job. His imagination is good, but not that good.

He huffs out a breath with frustration of his predicament, on one hand he wants to keep pretending and on the other he desperately needs to get off and stop thinking about it. He gets angry at himself, then he gets angry at the video and then angry at Satan to play such a cruel joke on him. On thing leads to another and he punches the wall before registering what he is doing and what time it is. Its to late, he hears noise in the room next to him. It’s Mountains room, of course he would wake him up. Mountain is the main protector, since he is the strongest and his room is next to the entrance. He also sleeps very shallowly and has extremely sharp senses.

Suddenly Phantoms phone pings with a new message.

‘For satans sake Bat, I can smell your frustration and arousal from here. If you want me to help, come to my room.’

Phantom stares at the text. Nobody has ever asked him so blatantly, and he didn’t expect it from Mountain who is usually the most reserved ghoul in the pack, not like Swiss and Dew who are very open about who they sleep with. He doesn’t know what to do now. Phantom is crazily attracted to Mountain and he feels really safe with him. They cuddle and kiss a lot and he knows that he can trust Mountain 100%.

So his lust clouded mind decides to give this a shot. If this would be Phantoms first, it should be with Mountain.

He pulls away his blanket and pats over to Mountains door. He doesn’t even get to knock before the earth ghoul throws open the door and pulls him into his room. It’s not completely dark, a little salt lamp and fairy lights give a nice and warm glow to the room.

They instantly turn to kissing and Phantom is so desperate that he begins to grind against Mountains forming bulge. Mountain pulls away softly and stares into Phantoms deep purple eyes.

“Wait, we should talk first real quick Bat.”

Phantom nods in agreement and they sit in the bed.

“Can you tell me why you were so angry?” Mountain asks.

“I was feeling dysphoric, and I’m so horny but don’t know how to do anything about it without me getting even more dysphoria.” He begins to explain, “and then I remembered that there is a thing called porn and I gave it a try, and I saw someone giving a blow job. I wanted to pretend that I could have that, you know. But then I remembered that I will never have it and that I will never be normal and have sex the way I wan to.”

“Thank you for telling me Phantom, and if you still want to, I have an idea we could try. It worked really well for Dew and I love doing it. But first I need to know that you really want to be intimate with me. I would never forgive myself if I took your first away from you, if you don’t really want me. I’m sure there are better ghouls…” He has never seen the giant ghoul this self conscious. But that’s a conversation he will have with him the next day.

“Fuck Mount, I definitely want you! I think about you all the time and I really want to do this with you.”

Mountain lets out a small breath of relief.

“Okay, that’s good, I really want you too. I was going crazy about you for too long now.”

Phantom can’t believe that somebody could want him, but he pushes the thought away for now, just happy that Mountain feels the same for him.

“Mount? How are we going to do this? I don’t know anything, you have to help me.”

“Of course Bat. Firstly, do you have any words you would want me to use for your anatomy.”

Mountain sees Phantom struggle with the answer.

“It’s okay if you don’t know, don’t worry about it.” The thing is, Phantom does know what he wants, but he feels too guilty to tell Mountain. He feels silly for wanting somebody to calls his clit a cock. How could he expect his partner to pretend he has one. He goes red and tries to hide his face in his hands, but they are pried away with Mountains strong fingers. “Hey it’s okay, you don’t have to be embarrassed. There are no wrong answers here. You don’t have to tell me and I can keep my words vague, but please don’t hold back because you are worried about what I will think.”

After battling with himself for a bit Phantom mumbles out: “I…I want…canyoupleaseusemaleterms?”

Thankfully Mountain understands and simply nods and smiles proudly. “Of course Bat, I will. Tell me right away if I say something that hurts you though. What are your limits today?”

“I want to keep my binder on and I want nothing inside. I’m sorry.” He feels like a failure.

“Don’t be sorry, I hadn’t planned on that anyway. There are many other ways to feel good.” Mountain calms Phantom and cradles his face in his giant hand. After kissing for a bit, Phantoms arousal is back full force and he whimpers into the deep and dirty kiss. Mountain breaks away from the kiss to pull his shirt off. Phantom is mesmerised with the broad and muscular chest and explores with his hands.

“Can I take your shirt off too, Bat?”

Phantom only nods but lifts his arms. When the tshirt is gone and he is sitting on the bed in only his sleep boxers, he expects disappointment , but instead the earth ghoul palms himself through his boxers. “Fuck! You are so handsome Phantom.”

Handsome! It’s feels so good to be called handsome instead of pretty.

Mountain can feel Phantom getting desperate, so he moves to the floor, now kneeling in front of the quint. He moves his rough hands over Phantoms thighs and kneads a bit. “You can stop me anytime you don’t like what I’m doing. Would you be okay with removing your boxers?”

Phantom nods hesitantly, hating got to be naked. He has a feeling as to where this is going. “You don’t have to do this for me Mount, I know it can’t be arousing for you.”

“I want to Phantom, I love doing this…especially if I can do it for you. And what about this,” he points at his fat bulge with a little wet spot, ”screams not aroused to you? You are so hot and I want to make you feel good. Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.” Phantom answers.

“Good. Then please remove your boxers, but close your eyes.”

He does as instructed and sits naked on the edge of the bed, eyes closed tightly.

Ever so slowly Mountain begins to pry open this legs to expose his dick to the cold air. He moves between his legs and Phantom shivers a bit, but Mountain places little kisses on the inside of his thighs and that sends heat through his body. After a bit more exploring kisses and touches Mountain purrs:

“I will suck your cock now Phantom okay? Keep your eyes closed until I tap your thigh.” Phantom is practically vibrating with anticipation as he feels Mountains hot breath. Gentle lips encase his heat and Phantom gasps. When he feels the tap, he slowly opens his eyes and looks down. He sees Mountain kneeling between his legs and he begins to bob his head like he would with a regular blow job. It’s all for visual, but it knocks the breath out of him. It’s like Mountain is really sucking him off. The earth ghoul hollows out his cheeks and gives a particular strong suck.

“Oh fuck, Mount! It’s so good!” He moans and grabs hold of Mountains hair.

Without moving his mouth away from him, Mountain taps against his own head, and Phantom knows what he means. He tunes in on the earth ghouls thoughts with his powers until he can hear them.

‘You’re doing so good Phantom, you’re so hot I love swallowing your cock.’ He emphasises his thoughts with a lick to the underside of his dick and Phantoms back arches with the sensation. He tries to not force Mountains head, but he can’t help but fist his hair even tighter.

‘Gide my head! Make me choke on you.’

That’s all Phantom needed to fully let loose and begins to move Mountains head, while thrusting his hips forward. Mountain hums and moans against Phantom and let him do whatever he wants.

He can feels his pleasure begin to approach a cliff and he whimpers with the intensity of it. Never before had it felt so good and the visual game they are playing works wonders for his dysphoria.

“Oh oh Mount! Ah fuck, I’m so close!” He nearly shouts with the intensity of it all. The moans can’t be held back anymore.

‘Do you want to come down my throat? Make me swallow it all?’

Phantom nearly has a heart attack from Mountains thoughts, because yes he desperately needs to fill Mountain up, to make a mess of the ghoul on his knees.

“Yes! Yes! I want to! You take me so well, so deep, I want you to swallow every drop!” Phantom is now fully into the fantasy and he has never felt so alive.

‘Then come for me Phantom! You are such a good boy. Do it!’

And Phantom does. He arches his back and presses his thighs around Mountains head, trapping him and keeping him as close as possible. He stumbles over the edge, his dick pulsating as he sees white. Phantom shudders as the earth ghoul keeps working him through it into overstimulation. He closes his eyes and pulls Mountain off, who immediately helps him back into his boxers before he opens his eyes again, to keep the illusion. The earth ghoul straddles Phantoms hips and kisses him with abandon.

“Thank you Phantom for trusting me. This was so hot. You are so hot.”

Phantom tastes himself when he licks back into Mountains mouth. He expected it to trigger his dysphoria, but the opposite is the case.

“I feel incredible Mount, I didn’t think it was possible for me to enjoy this.”

Mountain beams at him with joy and he is still hard and leaking in his boxers.

“Now let me take care of you.” Phantom says seductively.

#ghost band #the ghost band #nameless ghouls #ghost ghouls #fanfic #transmasc #phantom ghoul #mountain ghoul #smut #Phantom/Mountain

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mustaine x trans masc reader

req:3 dave ask who cheered!! im not a dave main but i tried my best

the prompt i was given waaaas

“late 80s dave and a groupie have a quickie in the dressing room between megadeth’s main set and the encore”

between the loud cheers of the audience outside and the bumbling about of drunkards in the dressing room, you were not even sure if you should have come here. megadeth were huge and it was a miracle you had even got into the after party.

the crowd cheering for an encore didn’t go unnoticed by you, you sigh and sink back into the couch you’d taken residence in for the last two hours.

swiftly interrupted by dave bashing his way in through the door, weaving around the drunkards in an adrenaline fuelled frenzy. looking for the first person he could get his hands on and use for his own desires.

groupies. unaffectionately called by others but to him, objects. objects of his possession that he could get anything he wanted from. he’d even taken to making a mental list of his conquests but noticing you, the small meek figure slumped on the couch like it was gonna consume you at any moment. it intrigued him.

“you.”

he said it so simply, with force. a cocky grin splayed across his face, he had no time to waste, grabbing you by the arm and leading you into the room over, conveniently empty.

without a word, somehow you’re lifted and pushed down onto a table, not a sound indicating whether you were for or against this.

“hello sweetheart, haven’t seen you around before. just gonna use you while i have a few minutes.”

you look at him dazed, blood running with adrenaline but you decided to make this a game. it was your first time in a situation like this and you wanted the control. to see your mighty idol crumble before your eyes.

“no.”

“excuse me? what did you say?” he chuckled and raised a brow, eager hands reaching for the buttons on your jeans. you make no attempt to stop him but just look at him, not displaying any discernible emotion, unlike the usual groupie who would practically beg to be in your position.

“no. i’m okay thanks”

he laughed and shook his head, looking down at you with intensity as if your protest was fuelling the fire further.

“you’re a funny one, but don’t lie to me now. this is what you’re here for no? to get me off, to make your favourite musician feel good?”

he slides down your jeans, taking his time to run his fingers down your thighs tenderly squeezing at them.

“im quite alright thank you, i don’t give out to those who don’t ask.” your voice steady, a softness to it but not in a way he’d seen before. he was impressed.

“awww come on pretty, don’t act like that you know you want it.”

he hooks his finger around the middle of your underwear pushing it aside and baring all of you. the slick in between your folds dripping down, betraying what was coming out of your mouth.

“i-“

“knew it, look at that pretty pussy, dripping just for me. i’ll be honest i don’t have a lot of time, so are you gonna help me out or not?” his face curved into a devilish smile. pulling himself out and prepping with a few strokes, his throbbing cock almost pointing at you.

“beg for it.” your voice confident but your body squirming slightly.

“the fuck did you just say to me?”

“i said, beg for it. surely you know how to ask nicely?”

he broke out in laughter and pulled your underwear down completely. ripping them off your ankles and chucking them to the side. shaking his head as if it was completely preposterous what you were asking.

“oh you want me to beg for it do you? you want me to get on my knees? tsk. i had you pinned down for a difficult one but i thought you would’ve caved a lot sooner.”

he leaned down and whispered into your ear

“but ill give you what you want, alright? and then heres whats gonna happen, im going to fuck the shit out of you, so hard you’ll never forget how i feel. absolutely ruin you for anyone else, all in a few minutes. and you’re going to take it like a good boy.”

he tilts his head and bites at your neck harshly, sucking the tender skin there, drawing the blood to the surface and marking you deeply. he leans back up and looks down at you with a smirk, almost laughing at your whimpering state.

doe eyed, you look up at him, goosebumps on your skin and hair raised as his words have its effect on you. you keep your poker face, but every time he touched you sounds spilled out as if you weren’t in control of your own body.

he trails his hands down you patiently, groping at your chest, then your hips, a little firmer there and then finally your thighs. swiftly, to your surprise, he buries two fingers deep inside you. he leans down again, lips trailing from your neck to ear before whispering

“please baby, let me fuck you, wanna cum in that pretty pussy so bad…so bad…fuck… you’re so hot. wanna fuck you till you can’t walk, i need it so fucking bad.”

embarrassingly that all it took for you to be gripping his hair and begging him to fuck you. whining and grabbing st his shoulders.

“fuuuuuck, so fucking needy aren’t you? ‘m gonna fuck you so hard, thats what you want hm? bet you’ve been thinking about this all day, praying id choose you. pathetic.”

before you even have a chance to process what he was saying he slips his fingers out of you, lining up and frantically thrusting inside. without a care for your need to adjust, relentlessly chasing his own high.

the burn was overwhelmingly good, slicked enough to take it but you weren’t quite prepared for the actuality. his deep grunts and growls piercing your eardrums as he held you down by one hip and the other groping you wherever he could reach. your chest, your other hip pushing you further, slamming his own against you.

the table underneath you shaking with his strength and the filthy sounds of the mess at where you joined would surely be heard by passing partygoers. your own sounds growing louder as he thrusted impossibly deep, hitting right at the sweet spot.

“yeahh taking my fat cock so good, letting it split you open and just letting me use you as i please. so pretty like this. fuck.”

his movements become more rapid and desperate as you whine, clawing at his back and scratching deep marks down it, something he’d remember you by.

“d-dave…i-i..”

“thats right pretty boy, cum on me, make a mess all over this dick. let me feel it while i fill you” he growled in your ear, rutting his hips faster, so close to his own breaking point.

you gasp as you feel the sensation build in your stomach, fuzziness travelling down your thighs and up to your head as you moan loudly, calling his name over and over and over again.

you squeeze your thighs around him in a desperate attempt to pull him closer somehow as if it could even be possible. tipping over your edge and cumming hard making an utter mess.

he’s not far behind and as he feels you clench down on him, he lets out a growl that could only be described as heavenly as he let himself go. his fingers digging into your hips as he came hard, filling you up and even in the aftershock of it all he was still just fucking his cum into you, making sure you felt every last part.

he pulled out of you, smirking and pulling his jeans back up, hearing the crowd still chanting for encore as you were sat there half naked and completely fucked out, thighs still shaking.

he raises his brow and shakes his head before speaking in a cocky tone.

“you better hope i don’t see you again, cause i won’t be so nice next time.”

#FUCKFUCKFUCK #I HAD TO TAKE SEVERAL BREAKS #cannot breathe #fucking sobbing #screaming #throwing up #axl’s thoughts #private #request #dave mustaine #dave mustaine smut #dave mustaine x trans masc reader #dave mustaine x reader

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