#*raises eyebrow in trans guy*

[sooniebby]

Random thought… suddenly in my older men phase.. Trans masc reader, use of pussy, cunt, heat, folds. You’re 20 and the guy is 40.. no set character for this one! Creampies <3

Now… you’d always thought the max difference in age you’d allow in dating would be five.. not twenty. But it wasn’t like you were searching for this. He was just looking for someone to take care of his home as a live in maid. And you were a broke college student, needing a home and some cash.

And one thing led to another..

Which is how you find yourself gripping the glass table beneath you. You had just clean this damn table so you were a bit upset but all you could really think about was the man between your legs.

His grip tightened on your legs, keeping them apart as his tongue licked your cunt. His free hand occasionally rubbed your clit—causing you to flinch and thrust up into his mouth.

Your moans were filling the dining room. His tongue licking between your folds. The table beneath you creaked and squeaked as your body was gently rocked from the force of him eating you out.

You bit your lip, feeling his prominent nose accidentally rub against your clit. It was definitely one of your favorite features on his body.. besides his cock.

But even as you begin to whine for his cock, he was focused solely on you, one of his hands reaching down to slip two fingers inside of you.

It was slow at first—his fingers just starting to stretch you open. But like always, he began to thrust his fingers in and out, causing your body to shake as the pleasure began to feel like too much.

“W…wait!”

You’d whine, legs shaking as he continued to make sure you couldn’t clamp them shut. His hands were so big compared to your body, easily holding you down. Was it his age…? Or just the fact he still found the time to workout?

It didn’t take long before you cried out, cumming right into his mouth. But he’d always lap it up—despite your whimpers of it being “too much”. His fingers continued to stretch your pussy.

He pulled away from your legs, his lips wet from your cum. You always blushed in embarrassment even as he gave you a smile. It was his favorite “meal” of the day, so to speak. Though it was still embarrassing to think about.

He raised an eyebrow, pulling away from you as he watched you expectantly.

With a flushed face, you kept your legs wide open, your pussy the prize of the night for him.

“Please… Sir, I wanna cum again?”

He didn’t move, as if he wanted you to continue.

You tried to bush down any embarrassment. “I… wanna cum from your cock, Sir..” you whispered, looking away.

You only heard a soft laugh as suddenly you were harshly pushed down into the glass table. You could’ve sworn you heard a slight crack beneath you. But he didn’t seem to care about that.

He could always replace it, anyway.

Your legs were kept wide open as you felt his cock rest right against your cunt. He always teased you before fucking you. Letting his cock run down your slit, teasing you with it almost slipping inside.

He’d always enjoy your whimpers, your legs shaking and your body thrusting up, hoping to make him accidentally thrust inside. But he went by his own pace..

And he wouldn’t fuck you until he say you were desperate. When your eyes were prickling with tears and your lips pulled into a cute pout as he whimpered pleas..

Is when he fully grabs your waist, slamming his cock inside your stretched cunt. You’d always take him easily, legs wrapping around his waist as he fucked you purely for his own pleasure at this point.

Your hands always find themselves gripping his shoulder, tearing into his suit coat. He’s always fully clothed still compared to your naked or barely dressed body.

It keeps you in place. Your place, as his sweet little maid.

His cock always stretches you wide, causing you a pain and pleasure a dildo can’t. His thrusting causes your skin to slap together, creating the sound that fills the room with your constant mewls and screams.

It never takes long for your cunt to clamp around his thick cock and you’re cumming again. He doesn’t stop fucking you through it, holding you down on your stomach to keep you still during your second orgasm.

He slows down after a second as you try to catch your breath. But you know it’s not over yet.

He grabs your waists and picks you up, holding you close while his cock is still deep inside you. You’re tired and practically on the verge of sleep.. but you wrap your arms around his neck as he walks over to the bedroom.

As soon as he reaches the bed, he drops you onto the bed, his thrusts immediately continuing once more. You can only cry and moan in response—body overwhelmed. His hands keep tight on your waist, keeping you still.

His groaning always tells you he’s close. And once his thrusts become short and harsh, causing your body to shake violently, is when he finally cums.

It’s always deep inside of you. He stays still inside, making sure his full load releases as far as it can go. And once he pulls out, you shiver at the light feeling of cum slowly seeping out of your sore cunt.

He reached down and slowly pushed a small amount back inside of you, smirking at your small gasps at the feeling of his fingers.

You don’t even have to glance at his cock to know it’s still hard, still dripping precum.

You heard the sound of his coat falling to the ground and his shoes being taken off. His cock rubs against your cum filled pussy, still hard as it slowly presses back inside you.

He’s still hard and eager for round two..

Despite his age, he’s still as horny as a teenage..

Good thing you’re here to always satisfy him <3

Trying to get better at describing sex with a trans masc reader.. hopefully this was still good enough lol. Also just wanted to post a story so you guys know I’m still writing <3

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[fuctacles]

A tale as old as time

For @subeddieweek Day 7 | M | 2696 | cw: age gap (about 25-30y difference, Eddie's age is not stated, Steve's aligns with canon) | camboy Eddie, transmasc Eddie, kinda sugar daddy Steve?, modern AU, simp Steve, virgin Eddie, chatfic, pre-anything, gray ace Eddie | Ao3

"Hawkins High '86? How old is this guy?" Eddie asks himself, his eyebrows raised. There is a letterman in front of him, a gift from one of his top subscribers. Hell, his top subscriber. His number-one fan, who was responsible for about half of his revenue.

He's opened a PO box recently, with no little amount of worry about what kind of stuff he might get. He only gave the address to his top subscribers but he knew that the ones with the most money were usually the most unhinged. He went to the post office with his heart in his throat but all he got was a set of lingerie, a toy, and the letterman he was now holding.

He tried not to think about what kind of people would pay for his content. As long as he was making money he didn't care. But now he got a piece of one of them in his hands. Staring back.

1986.

Meaning the guy must be nearing 60. Double Eddie's age. 

He tries to imagine that. An older guy, with wrinkles, maybe a beer belly, a gross old t-shirt, and his hand permanently in his sweats, beating it to his photos. 

It was gross. And in a way, alluring.

Though someone with so much money to spend on a camboy must have a well-paying job. Some rich asshole, exploiting others to do the work for him. That's a more likely scenario. He tries not to think about big, rough hands on him when he puts on the jacket and takes pics for Shar.

He edits them a bit before sending them, knowing the guy will get a kick from seeing him in his jacket. The appeal of wearing your boyfriend's letterman eluded him in high school, but being claimed like that gave him a heady feeling. The fact that the guy could be his father apparently worked for him too. 

He doesn't put his phone away fast enough and sees the message that pops up.

Shar: So hot. You look like every repressed teen jock's dream

Shar: Definitely like mine

Eddie thinks a moment about his response, channeling the persona he takes on for the camera. 

PuppetOfMasters: Would I be your dirty secret?

PuppetOfMasters: Would you fuck me in the locker room behind your girlfriend's back?

Shar: I'd make YOU my girlfriend

Shar: Wait no

Shar: NOT LIKE THAT

Shar: A girlfriend but in a manly way

Eddie snorts.

You're good, he types. I know what you mean, don't worry.

He wouldn't keep around someone who didn't respect him. Besides, he made it clear he's saving for a transition with his Only Fans.

Thank god, Shar types. I respect who you are 

Shar: In fact, I spend so much money on you because of it. 

Eddie rolls onto his other side, his mood souring. One of those trans fetishists, then. That's fine, as long as he's being respectful and paying... Even if it leaves an unpleasant taste in his mouth. 

Ah, a connoisseur! Well, I hope I'm your favorite tranny, then, he jokes. He waits for an answer, but it doesn't come for a long while, so he flips his phone screen down and turns away, hoping for sleep.

A response is waiting for him when he wakes up. 

Shar: I guess it sounded that way, but I'm not that kind of pervert. You're the only trans sex worker I follow, but not the only trans person I've sent money to.

Eddie sauntered to the bathroom, not taking his eyes off his phone. He wonders if continuing the conversation is even the right move. He's talked to one too many guys who thought sending him a dick pick was okay after ten minutes of small talk between a content creator and a fan.

But he's kind of curious. When he has money to spare, he sends some change to other trans folks to help out, because he knows how hard it is from his own experience. But why Shar, a seemingly loaded old guy, would spend his money on queers instead of, let's say, starving children?

PuppetOfMasters: So you're just an ally with cash? Or is there more to it? I'm curious.

He goes through his morning routine, washing his face, and brushing his teeth, not expecting Shar to get back to him any time soon. So he's surprised when he picks his phone back up and a response is waiting.

Shar: Long story short, I hope my father is rolling in his grave while I spend his inheritance on people he hated so much.

That's not what Eddie expected at all. 

PuppetOfMasters: So I'm a means of rebellion against your bigoted dead father? I'll take that. I hate rich assholes

Shar: Me too

They don't talk for the whole day after that, but when Eddie's done running errands and editing in the evening, he looks back at the letterman hanging on the door of his wardrobe. 

How is sending me your letterman an act of rebellion? he asks. Because he's a curious little shit. 

The response comes fast like the guy is glued to his Only Fans chat. Gross. Eddie wonders briefly if he's talking with other sex workers there.

Shar: A souvenir of his precious high school fetishized on a queer ssex worker? He'd die if he hadn't already

So it is a fetish thing! Eddie smiles triumphantly at his phone.

Shar: Okay, fine

Shar: Sticking it to my father is just a bonus for you being really hot. 

Shar: And I do love seeing you in my letterman, I've jerked off to it three times already

Shar: is that what you wanted to hear?

Eddie grins, rolling on his bed.

PuppetOfMasters: Yes 

Shar: So yeah, I'm an old man who peaked in high school, laugh it up

PuppetOfMasters: I'd rather you peaked in me

Shar: Insufferable

Shar: Menace

Shar: Yeah, I'd love that. A man can dream, right?

Eddie bites his lip. How far is too far? The guy seems genuine and after the amount of creeps that's been chatting him up, he thinks his creep radar is quite good. Tentatively, he starts typing.

PuppetOfMasters: I don't know. I think people would like seeing me get railed by an older guy

Shar: An old guy, you mean

Shar: You'd make a video with me?

PuppetOfMasters: I record most of the sex I have, yes

Shar: Huh. I've never seen one before, then

PuppetOfMasters: warm, warmer

Shar: ... There aren't any?

PuppetOfMasters: din ding ding! ya boy is a virgin

Shar: shit

Shar: fuck

Shar: that's so hot

Shar: you'd let me?

PuppetOfMasters: Would I let my best-paying subscriber be my first time on camera? Probably

Not necessarily to be released but he couldn't lose the possibility of such golden content in case it was watchable. 

Shar: I'd better keep my spot then. Just in case.

PuppetOfMasters: No worries, you seem the most trustworthy so far anyway.

But as he types it, a new notification appears. Shar sent him a hefty tip on one of his photos.

PuppetOfMasters: That's really not necessary

PuppetOfMasters: But I hope your father is kicking and screaming in his coffin

Shar: I fucking hope so

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It takes Eddie another day to google Hawkins High's yearbook photos. He'd thought about it before but didn't want to break the bubble of anonymity between himself and his fan. But the thoughts of big hands on his hips, and beard rubbing against his neck, took root in his brain and were tainting his mind.

Not fully in tune with his body and distrustful of others, Eddie has been single for most of his life. And now his stupid horny brain was drooling at the thought of losing his virginity to a grandpa on the internet. 

Hoping it would help his thoughts calm down, he looks through the photos from the year 1986, in search of a Harrington. And he finds him.

Steve Harrington. Basketball captain and swim team co-captain. His hairdo was magnificent and his smile was self-confident. Eddie would hate him in high school. Should probably hate him now. So he expands his search further, beyond the Hawkins High memory lane.

He finds one single photo on a LinkedIn profile. 

The current Steve Harrington's hair is no less magnificent, just peppered with silver. He wears glasses now, which accentuate the line of his jaw and make his neatly trimmed facial hair pop out. He's wearing a yellow jacket and a white golf, which should be hideous but weirdly, works for him. Eddie doesn't get to see his eyes, unfortunately. The photo looks like a candid photo shoot take-out after someone told him a joke. His head is tilted down, eyes scrunched and lips pulled in a smile, as a bubbling laugh got immortalized on camera.

Eddie shouldn't be finding a sixty-year-old man this endearing. 

PuppetOfMasters: I like your LinkedIn photo

PuppetOfMasters: Well, I hope it's you. 

PuppetOfMasters: Steve, right?

He can't forget about this for the whole day, not as he budgets his income, and especially not when he records a short video jerking off in the shower. He tries not to look at his phone but it's his only one, so he does while trying to budget in a second one, just for sex work. Maybe then he wouldn't be feeling so insane about not getting a response from a stranger who is an old pervert spending loads of money on him. 

He tries to be normal when a chat notification finally pops up. 

Shar: If you saw the golf and yellow jacket photo, that's me

Shar: though please don't make me type my full name in here.

no worries, Eddie types back so fast he should be embarrassed. It's a good photo.

Shar: Thanks. My best friend took it 

PuppetOfMasters: Your friend has a good eye

Shar: I'll let her know

Shar: I'm surprised it took you this long to search me up

Eddie's surprised too. Usually, his curiosity would take over him sooner.

PuppetOfMasters: I tried not to pry. But I had to in case we were gonna meet up one day

Shar: So you were serious?

Shar: I've been wondering if you sweet-talk all your followers like that 

PuppetOfMasters: Only the ones that don't send me dick pics

Shar: I knew holding back would pay off

Eddie snorts at his phone. 

Though I might need one before we meet up, he types. Gotta know what I'm working with

Shar: Right. Of course

Shar: So how would that work?

Eddie hasn't thought about it this far.

PuppetOfMasters: I need to read about OF's policy on collabs. Never had to before, since I work solo. Would probably have to hire you, well, sign a commission/gig contract or something like that. So it's all legal and shit.

Shar, Steve, doesn't answer for a long while, and it might be the end of his devirginizing journey. Well, if the guy doesn't want to make this legal, put his name on some paperwork, then he isn't trustworthy, and that's the end of it.

It's half an hour later and Eddie's bitten all his nails off trying not to follow up with any messages and focus on anything else when an answer finally comes.

Shar: Sorry my friend was bothering me

Shar: this sounds more complicated than I anticipated. So I would be like, a co-creator, then?

PuppetOfMasters: Precisely

Shar: Holy shit okay

Shar: Thought I'd be you know, less involved

Though you could hit it and quit it, huh? Eddie scrunched his nose. What was he getting himself into? Gods.

Shar: If that's what you wanted I'd take it

Eddie shouldn't be blushing over this one. It's like he's throwing the man scraps and he's licking them up.

PuppetOfMasters: Simp

Shar: I am what I am

Shar: With that said, I'm willing to make it work. Do all the paperwork you need

PuppetOfMasters: Doing paperwork just to fuck me? so romantic

Shar: I suck at paperwork so my friend would be doing it anyway

Shar: If that's okay

PuppetOfMasters: I think it's best if someone looks it over, yeah

Eddie hesitates for a moment.

PuppetOfMasters: That friend doesn't happen to be your wife?

Fuck no, comes the immediate response

Shar: I'm perpetually single and she's as gay as they come. 

PuppetOfMasters: Good. Wouldn't want to be the other girl

Shar: If I had the chance you'd be the only one

PuppetOfMasters: Jesus.

Eddie squeezes his legs together unconsciously.

PuppetOfMasters: Stop sweet talking me, I've already agreed to fuck

Shar: But we haven't signed anything yet. Even then, I'll keep sweet-talking you. It's what you deserve. 

For the first time, Eddie thinks he might not survive their meeting. And not because of the possible killer scenario. Thankfully, Steve gets back to business talk.

Shar: How would this work, legal stuff aside? Do you script this?

PuppetOfMasters: Do I look like I script shit?

Shar: I'm not the one with Only Fans

PuppetOfMasters: Fair. I think we could just set up cameras and do whatever we feel like. Then decide together if the footage will be released or not. 

Shar: Sounds reasonable

Shar:When would you want to do this?

When?

Eddie hasn't thought that far. In fact, he felt like he hadn't been thinking for the past couple of days. 

I'm the sole god of my schedule so I'm open to anything, he types evasively.

Shar: I have some time off next month, could fly to wherever you need me

Next month seemed close. Extremely close. Or maybe it wasn't? He never worked with anyone before. Hell, he didn't even have that many friends to meet up with. 

Next month works I guess, he answers despite his nerves.

Shar: Wanna face time before we start the legal work?

His nerves escalate, making his mouth dry. He reminds himself he's done this before, he's on camera all the time. 

PuppetOfMasters: Like, right now?

Shar: Yeah?

PuppetOfMasters: Ok, give me five minutes.

Eddie shoots up, checks himself in the mirror, and finds a good angle for his phone to set up. He lowkey hopes Steve picks up with his dick in the frame so Eddie can block him with a clear conscience and forget about the whole thing. When six minutes from his last message pass, he hits 'call'.

"Hi," Eddie squeaks when the video connects. Steve Harrington's arms are in the frame, crossed on the desk, and toned where he's leaning on them.

"Hi," he greets him with a dazzling smile. 

It is the guy from the photo, so at least he's not being catfished. And he has none of the creepy simp energy Eddie feared. He's just... a guy. It's both a relief and a disappointment. 

"Well?" the guy asks.

"Well, what?" Eddie frowns. 

"Are you disappointed? Am I too old?"

Eddie looks at him properly. His hair is lighter on the sides, but not grey yet, and the video quality doesn't make any wrinkles stand out to him. Maybe some worry lines, crow's feet if he squints. He looks like he keeps in shape, too. Eddie wouldn't call him old. Mature, maybe. A DILF slowly transforming into a Silver Fox. 

"You look fine. Good. You look good. Attractive," Eddie fumbles with his words and barely stops himself from facepalming. This is why he mostly texts.

Steve smirks at him. And holy shit, a dude twice his age smirking at him shouldn't be doing things to his body.

"You sure? You're not gonna block me after we hang up, are you?"

Eddie shakes his head.

"I stand by our plans. You're passing my creep radar so far, but uh..." He scratches his cheek nervously. "I'd like to keep in touch in case, you know. A red flag pops up. I hope you get it."

Steve nods, his expression growing serious.

"Absolutely. We're strangers, after all."

"Yeah." Eddie nods, relieved. It would give him ample time and opportunities to back out.

On the screen, Steve leans more on his arms, closer to the camera. 

"So I think dick assessment is next on the checklist?"

Eddie might not even survive video calls with this guy, after all. 

#subeddieweek #sub eddie week #sub eddie munson #cj x subeddieweek #mine #steddie #cw: age gap #camboy au #modern au #transmasc eddie munson #this story got away from me as soon as it started #i just wanted to write some online domming but no #some mmmm older guy touching me???? kinda hot #b u t NO

[viiiiiiiiiin]

Hello vix how are you doing?Hope your doing well, so I wanted ask of you if it could be okey if I could request headcanons with shanks, zoro ,akainu with a s/O that loves to touch,put their head between their, pinch their nippl€s, rub/play with their tits.

Thanks have a amazing day!!💖❤💌😊

Shanks , Zoro , and Akainu with a touchy S / O

SLIGHT NSFW WARNING.

Includes: Shanks , Zoro , Akainu , GN Reader

A / N: Hii !! I'm doing good , thanks for askin !! I never really write for Akainu , so I hope he's in character enough lol ! I apologize that this is short. I'll probably add more later but I'm having a brain fart reading this

Red Haired: Shanks

He finds it amusing , surprisingly. He actually enjoys when you touch his chest.

For some reason , it fills him with pride.

Though , it embarrasses him whenever you pinch or play with his nipples , rather it be randomly or during spicy time.

He always returns the favor. Male , female , nonbinary , trans , anything. He adores your chest as much as you adore his.

Want to sleep on his tits ? Go right ahead. He's already laying out for you. He enjoys when you sleep on his chest.

He finds it amusing whenever you sneak up behind him and grab his chest whenever he's doing something.

He gets more embarrassed in front of the crew , but he will usually laugh it off.

If you rest your head between his tits , he will caress your head.

He loves whenever you do it at night. He knows you sometimes do it to make sure he's okay , and he finds that adorable about you.

He finds it arousing whenever you rub them , however. It usually leads to the bedroom.

He adores you , no matter what you do. Just know he will always return the favor. Sometimes more passionately . . .

Pirate Hunter: Roronoa Zoro

He doesn't understand it and always gets red in the face.

Especially if you do it around the crew.

Sanji makes fun of him for it.

He feels like a sheep in the middle of a pack of wolves whenever he notices you looking at his large chest.

Even if he outwardly complains about it , he actually gets really fuzzy about it.

Like , his heart skips beats and his stomach flutters.

He doesn't understand it , but he'd never say anything.

His chest is always warm , so you like to go there whenever you guys get near cold climates.

He turns even redder.

"What the hell are you doing ?!" Yelling , even if he secretly enjoys it.

Red Dog (Akainu): Sakazuki

Never do it in front of people. He's very strict about how the outside views him. He believes that people won't respect him if he sees how you act with him.

You don't mind. You respect his boundaries , so you do it in private. Sometimes around the other admirals , but they don't snitch. They find it funny.

It's kinda hard to tell if he enjoys it or not because he's not the most expressive person.

In private , he finds it amusing whenever you mess with his chest.

Anytime you do anything , he'll just smirk and raise an eyebrow.

Sometimes he'll return the favor , but that depends on his current mood.

He's very into his work , so he'll just chuckle and go back to his work. You worry about him sometimes , honestly.

#one piece #op #reader insert #x reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #fluff #gender neutral post #one piece shanks #red haired shanks #shanks x reader #one piece shanks x reader #red haired pirates #red hair #one piece strawhats #zoro x reader #one piece zoro #roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #pirate hunter zoro #one piece akainu #akainu sakazuki #fleet admiral sakazuki #red dog #akainu x reader #sakazuki x reader #one piece sakazuki

[krvrawr]

‘ Little ’ Accident In Meeting Room, Oops !

König x Trans Male! Reader

A / N ; this fic is so long istg, it took me days to write but still have it 🫵 and again reader is pre - everything cause it gives me gender euphoria as a pre-T guy 💕 — 4️⃣

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WARNINGS ; smut!

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IN SMUT ; afab anatomy (for reader), public space (meeting room), handjob (lil bit) , riding , pwp , piv and cockwarming .

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visual smut ; ★ !!

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DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS ONE IF U R A CIS WOMAN, FEM ALIGNED, SHE/HER AND SHE/THEY ETC.

( see our other works, pls. if u dont dni, u r getting blocked. on sight. pls have it stated somewhere in bio, pinned that u r not one fem aligned. )

You had to go to a meeting, but you arrived late and there were no more seats available in the meeting room, which didn't surprise you. When you saw König sigh and pat his lap instructing you to sit there, you felt like your invisible tail was wagging happily. After the meeting is done and the room empty, you try to stand up, but you feel his hand grabbing your thigh, stopping you from getting up.

“Bitte (Please)...don't stand up, I have a...problem" He mutters as you feel something poking you. “What problem?” You asked him slightly confused, feeling something poking you but unsure what it is.

“I...um... have what you noticed, a boner” He slightly blushed and looked away as he almost whispered the last part. When you heard him say that, an imaginary light bulb immediately appeared on your head as you realised that's why you felt something poking you. You looked at him, “Now?” a question could be heard in your voice. “Well, yes... it happens around you." His blush appeared more as he avoided eye contact. You looked at him with surprised face as those words left your colonel's mouth, “I make you horny?” you said in surprised tone. "Nein (No), you don't make me horny. It's just... you're very attractive and I have a strong reaction to that." He cleared his throat, trying to sound less flustered. “Really?” Your eyes widen as you look at his eyes, who are looking away.

"Ja (Yes), really." His eyes look at you now, taking a deep breath as his heart races. “What do you like about me?” You asked him curious, titling your head a bit. "Well, your beauty... your eyes, they captivate me. And your confidence, it's quite alluring. Plus, you're quite skilled in... these matters." He blushed again, clearly not used to discussing such things. You raised an eyebrow, “What matters?” you asked him innocently, well knowing what he was referring to but you wanted to hear him say it.

He gulped, “You know, intimate matters. I think you're quite experienced and skilled in those." his cheeks flushed even deeper as he stutters through his answer. “What makes you think that?” You questioned him as you looked into his eyes. "Well, you're not shy about expressing your desires and taking the lead... and you seem quite knowledgeable about what you're doing." He cleared his throat again explaining, trying to focus on something else besides his arousal. You softly hummed in response as you turned around on his lap, him facing you and not your back anymore. “And you want my help?” You asked him with raised eyebrow as your hands went on his shoulders. "Ja, if you're willing to help me. I... I've never been with someone like you, and I think it could be... enlightening." He swallowed hard, his heart pounding against his chest as he anticipates what might happen next. ”Someone like me would mean?” You asked him slightly confused at that, you gazed into his eyes with neutral expression. "You're... you're confident, experienced, and quite skilled in these matters. And you're a trans guy." He shifted slightly in his seat, his hands gripping the armrests tightly as his arousal became increasingly apparent. You felt his shifting as you looked at him, your eyebrows narrowing a bit, “What does me being a trans guy have to do with that?” you questioned him in light stern tone.

“Well, it's not common knowledge and it shows that you're comfortable with your body and what you enjoy. That can be quite.. alluring.” He glanced down at their laps, his face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire. I looked at him, my heart fluttering as I heard him speaking. “So, would you be willing to help me?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked at you with pleading eyes. “Yeah big boy.” You replied to him smiling as your hands, unbutton and unzip his pants. “Oh, Gott (God)...” He groaned softly as he felt your hands working on his pants, his breath hitched in anticipation as you pulled down his pants along aside with his boxers. Revealing his hard throbbing cock leaked pre-cum, my hand slowly stroked his cock. “Oh, fuck” He gasped, arching his back slightly as he let out a soft moan of pleasure. His hips begin to grind against your hand subconsciously, seeking more contact. “Such a needy boy.” I told him as my thumb went over his tip. “Scheiße (Fuck)..” He whimpered, his head falling back against the seat as he lost himself in pleasure. His cock throbbed harder in your grasp, leaking more pre-cum as you gently and teasingly went over his tip, smiling as at the sight. You felt yourself getting wetter as your other hand went to rub your cunt through pants. “Bitte more” He begged, his voice shaky, his hips still moving against your hand, his need for release growing stronger. You hummed slowly as your hand left his cock and went to unbutton and unzip your pants, “Are you going to..?” He trailed off as his voice cracks, his eyes followed your every movement.

“Just don't worry.” You said to him as you kissed his neck under his sniper hood, making him sigh softly. You pulled down your pants along with boxers onto the floor, revealing your wet cunt and you kissed his neck more. Your hand led his cock to your cunt, you grinded your cunt against his tip, “Scheiße you're so wet” He gasped, his body shuddering at you grind against him. His cock twitched, desperate to penetrate the warmth it finds, “I know and it's all for you.” You exclaimed, detaching your lips from his neck to kiss his cheek through his sniper hood as you grinded more on his cocks tip. “Then bitte take me inside you” He murmured, his hips bucking forward slightly as he tries to push his cock into your wetness. His eyes are half-closed, lost in the moment, “Be patient big boy” you cooed at him. “And don't buck your hips to be inside of me, okay?” You ordered him as you grinded your cunt more on his cocks tip. “Just please..” He whimpered, his voice trembling with need as he tried to control his hips, doing his best to follow your instructions. Sweat beads along his forehead as he struggled to keep himself under control. “You will get my cunt, don't worry” You smiled at him, reassuring him, “I can feel you getting tighter” he gasped. His body shivered with anticipation, his cock throbbed against your folds and desperate for entry. Slight tears begin to form in the corners of his eyes as he tries to hold back his moans, you kept teasing him with grinding as your cunt was getting more wet.

“Bitte, I can't take it anymore” He whimpered, his hips giving a jerking motion as he tried to force himself into your warmth. His fingers dig into the chair beneath him, leaving tiny indents in the fabric, “Uh uh” You said as you moved your cunt away from his tip. “What did I say? No jerking your hips up.” You reminded him, “Do it one more time and you won't be inside of my cunt, understood?” You looked at him straight in the eyes, “Ja, I understand” He grunted in frustration, forcing himself to stay still as you grinded your cunt against his cocks tip once more. His entire body trembled with anticipation, his muscles tense from the effort of holding back, you kissed his cheek as you smiled at him lovingly. “More.. I can't take it anymore” He groaned, his voice strained as he felt the intense pleasure building up inside him, his cock throbbed harder against your tight folds, desperate for release. You slowly slid onto his cock, gasping at his size inside of you, “Remember no bucking your hips up.” You reminded him again, looking at him, “Ja, I remember.” His voice shakes slightly, his eyes squeezed shut as he tries to maintain control, his hands clenching into fists at his sides, knuckles white from the effort not to move. “Good boy” You praised him as you tried to take most of him in you, and after some time you slid all the way down on him and cockwarmed him. “Fuck, you feel so good” He whispered, his body shuddering as he feels you completely enveloping him, his cock throbbed inside you and left no room for doubt that he's fully aroused. You kissed him through his mask as you continued to cockwarm him, he panted as he felt blush appearing on his cheeks from the small action.

“You're so big inside of me.” You panted as you pulled away and looked at him. “You're incredible” He said in almost a whisper voice as his hands finally found their way to your hips, holding you gently but firmly as he tried to maintain control. “You too, you're such a good boy for not moving up and letting me cockwarm you” You told him, smiling as you took his hand and slid it under your shirt letting him touch your tit, “How do you feel doing this with a trans guy?”. “I don't care” He managed between breaths, his heart racing while his fingers brushed against your sensitive nipple. Which sent shivers down your spine and let out a moan as he focused on feeling you up, “You're all that matters to me right now. You enjoy this, don't you?” He asked you, his voice thick with desire, his fingers moved to trace circles around your other nipple and teased it gently, “I can tell you do.”. “I do.” You smirked as you started to move your hips, “Oh fuck” He groaned, his mouth opening slightly as he felt you ride him, his breathing became labored and his cock pulsing slightly within you, “I want you so bad.”. Your hips moved on him more faster as your hands grabbed onto his shoulders to keep yourself stable, “Bitte!” he whimpered, his voice almost pleading. His fingers dig into your hips, urging you to move faster as his cock throbbed in time with your hips, “Fuck you feel so good.”. “Please what?” You asked him, slowing down, “Please don't stop” he panted, his body trembled slightly from the sensations you're providing, his cock twitched, ready to erupt inside you, “Im close, I need you to keep going.”

You started to go faster, moving more against him as you held his shoulders more firmly, “Oh Scheiße, ja!” he cried out, his body tensing up as his cock throbs harder against your tight walls, desperate for release, “I'm gonna cum”. “Ohhh cum for me big boy” You said to him as you went faster and deeper on his cock, “Unh, unh..” he groaned, his back arching as he felt the familiar tingling sensation spreading through his body. His cock twitched, ready to shoot his load, you kissed his neck under his sniper hood, making somewhat hickeys as you grinded your body more faster and roughly against his cock. “Scheiße, I'm cumming” He muttered, his cock jerking violently inside of you, he let out a high pitched moan as his seed spurted out, painting your walls with his release, “Fuck, you did that to me.”. You moaned as you felt him cumming in you, you sat all the way down on his cock, releasing all over his cock and cockwarming him. “Fuck, you're so tight” He panted as his hips jerked up slightly against yours, his cock twitched a bit more, still partially hard inside you, “Did you cum too?”. “Yeah” You breathed out, “You did such a good job big boy” You praised him as you kissed his cheek while still cockwarming him, he relaxed into your embrace, his cock slowly softening inside of you, “It's only fair..”. You hummed in response, laying your head on his shoulder, resting a bit, “We should probably clean up.” he said, voice somewhat muffled by his sniper hoodie, he gently pushes you off him, his cock slipping out of you with a soft squelch, “Yeah, probably should.” you agreed with him.

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[drdemonprince]

Tiktok is an evil place where people go to make their social neuroses worse.

I was just on there and this Autistic guy I know with a really huge account is talking about how he modulates his voice and facial expressions to make himself seem more broadcast worthy and fun. Instead of allowing his natural monotone to come through he does jerky comedian voice with lots of forced emphasis. Instead of letting his face be flat he holds a ton of tension in the middle of his face and raises his eyebrows to the damn ceiling. He is masking just to be liked on the image-consciousness platform.

He has a million followers. He has PTSD. He was exploited by a US war machine that knowingly recruits Autistic soldiers. He got out. It fucked him up. He is about to close on a six figure book deal and will probably become a Beau Burnam type figure soon with at least that level of notoriety. He will be masking constantly. He will be a very lucrative product. It will not be good for him. It won't be sustainable. But I understand the temptation. You learn the system, you game it, it pays the bills. But this is not good for us. If he is like most of us he will have horrific burnout within a few years.

I scroll on. The next Tiktok is a cute normal schlubby trans guy, as perfect as god made him, performing the anxious adjustment of his posture so as to seem more masc. He is worried about the angle of his ankle and the tilt of his head to a degree of specificity that borders on the paranoid. In the comments dozens of trans people laugh and say they catch themselves not standing in a passable enough stance all the time, in exactly the same way.

What the fuck is wrong with these people. This is not a good place.

[absolutelynotromealone]

Kay! So saving that one anon how about we do it for the ftm blog about illumi trying to be overprotective of their trans sibling?

(This is literally copy and paste I’m lazy and Yk the idea)

Fandom: Hunter x hunter

Title: meeting the boyfriend

Illumi x male reader

Warnings/tags: male reader, trans reader, ftm reader, platonic Illumi x male reader, fluff, over protective Illumi, mentions of murder, fluff

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(name) was cute, he was illimis cute brother whom he would quite literally murder for, especially against bigots and creeps.

"This is my brother!" (Name) introduced happily, his boyfriend trying not to look horrified at the horror movie that glared at them from behind (name), Illumi extremely suspicious of this so called boyfriend who was slowly but surely meeting (name)s family "Illumi is my favorite brother!" Just don't tell the other siblings he said that, words unspoken as they sat at a cafe "(name), could you get me some more tea?" Illimi asked his brother who bless his heart, left Illumi with (boyfriends name) to get his brother said tea.

"(Name)s a sweetheart, he would do anything for those he cares for though... People often treat him different" Illumi said methodically "what are your intentions with brother, you're not some pervert are you? Fetishizing the trans guy?" Something thats happened more than once, perves finding the concept of a trans person cute 'a girl dressing like a dude is hot' something someone said that lead to them being taken off the census.

"I love him!" The boyfriend said honestly though Illumi just raised an eyebrow as to say 'and?' "he's wonderful and caring and I don't care about the trans thing! Well I do in the way of I want him to be happy and support him but I care about /him/ not what's in his pants! Hes like walking sunshine!" Illumi agreed with these words as his brother was wonderful and perfect "I-I just want to make him happy!"

"How this relationship goes really depends on how you treat (name), he's a sweetheart and... If you hurt him I will kill you" Illumi said holding a needle between fingers "am I clear?"

"They had cookies so I got cookies!" (Name) said happily as he came back with the tea and said cookies "what I miss?"

"Nothing (name), just getting to know you're little boyfriend here"

#afab reader #trans reader #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter x reader #hxh x reader #male reader #illumi zoldyck #illumi x reader #anime x reader

[fr3akingtf0utrn]

Trans Spidey reader where the reader is really into Miguel’s fangs and talons and everyone at HQ knows but Miguel (basically just sexual tension between oblivious people)

Miguel O’Hara x FTM!! Reader

Warnings: slight nsfw, def some hard tension, swearing, we stan cat claw Miguel. And remember I am German.. so poorly translated Spanish

I didn’t put a lot of detail in that reader is trans, but I feel that it’s still reassuring to know this fic has a trans reader :)) knowing that it’s about him but sorry!!

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“Yo, where’s your head at, mate?” Hobie hits your shoulder getting your attention. You blink from zoning out and uncross your arms.

“Uh just zoning my bad,” you say while boosting yourself back on your hands on the ledge, shoulders near your ears.

It was around lunch time at the HQ and you and Hobie were sitting on one of the ledges in the main lobby where you walk in. It was actually pretty quite since everyone is in the cafeteria, only some passing by.

“Are ye still thinking bout him, bro?” Hobie scoffs but chuckles at the same time. You roll your eyes, “kinda but it’s something else about him..” you ponder off.

Hobie rolls his eyes, “what? how he got like monster like features?” You go quiet and your eyes go wide.

“NAH MATE-!” He pushes you and fake gags. You cover your face and stand yourself up and start walking.

“Dude, I knew you liked em’ but not like that!” Hobie follows you as you guys hop down to the bridge, but you stop and he trips over you.

“wait,” you slowly turn around to him, “is it that obvious?” You frown up at him, waiting for his response.

“Yes! Bruv, you stare at him 24/7! And when you do it’s like your eyes turn to heart eyes.” He says and you groan throwing your head back while covering your face once again out of embarrassment.

“What about him interest you??” Hobie asks and you groan once again. “It’s too embarrassing,” you words slur from your hands.

He places his hand on your shoulder while walking around you. “I promise you it can’t be that bad,” hobie says and you move your hands giving him a look.

He raises his eyebrows, you look down. “His fangs and claws..” you mumble. “Huh,” hobie’s eyebrows furrow.

“His fangs and claws! Have you seen them! God I can’t there just so, ugh,” you throw your arms up.

Hobie stares wide eyed and mouth open, “lord, are you sure that’s the only thing?”

“We’ll obviously not, he’s so sweet when we’re alone. And he helps me a lot with certain things,” you say and comb your hair with your fingers.

“what kind of certain things??” Hobie smirks.

You side eye him, “your impossible to talk to.”

“If you think about it, it’s like monster fucking,” hobie says nonchalantly. You eyes went wide and jaw dropped. “You’re fucking disgusting,” you push and kick at Hobie and he stumbles.

You turn around and walk away. “Where are you going, dude?!” Hobie calls out to you. “To blow off steam!” You yell back and swing away.

“I would go find Miguel for that then, mate!” He laughs and sees you fumble a bit while swinging.

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Your eyes barely left Miguel’s body the entire time. The thing was, you were barley listening to Miguel ramble.

He usually tended to do that when you guys were alone.

No matter what he does, he was just perfect. The way his hips swayed without realizing, giving sassy looks at others, which you found funny and cute. God, you wondered if he really did even know you liked him, you were obvious.

You were leaned against his desk, arms crossed and zoned out.

I wonder what triggers them..

how does he control them too?

most of all, I wonder how they feel…

Miguel turned towards you, “you get what I mean?” He suddenly asked.

You jumped, “uhm yeah sure.” Your head was still crowed.

He raised his eyebrow at you, “ why are you always out of it, cariño? You’ve been like this a couple days,” he asked you as he walked over to where you were.

You cleared your throat and boosted yourself up on the desk, “yeah, I’ve just been thinking..about- things?”

“Is that a question or statement?” Miguel’s eyes were on you, watching your body tense from his stare.

Miguel was utterly oblivious as well when it came to liking someone. Never noticed until someone points it out or if he gets jealous.

And, you had no idea he was literally obsessed with you. Jess had to smack the fuck out him to get his shit together and ask you out.

You let out a nervous chuckle and adjusted the neck of your suit. Miguel huffs and walks over to you. Your head was looking down at the ground, not noticing how the distance started closing until you saw big hands go on either side of your hips.

Miguel bad you trapped between his arms, his hips between your legs.

“Tell me,” he demanded. “huh,” you barely had words, ‘does this man not know notice what he’s doing?’

“Tell me what’s wrong so I can make you focus or feel better,” Miguel repeated. You bite the inside of your cheek, “okay..” you move yourself so you can reach for Miguel’s hand.

Miguel furrows his eyebrows, but continues watching, not wanting to stop you.

You grab it, admiring the pretty veins before pressing down in the middle of his palm, causing the talons to shoot out. You gasp and grin slightly.

Miguel raises his eyebrows, since he just takes his claw out on command, he didn’t know that was a way they could also show.

Your fingers graze his talons, loving the sharp edges. Miguel stares, eyes lidded looking at your mesmerized face. Suddenly, you gently drop his hand and reach up for Miguel’s face.

His eyes widen and he’s pushed up against you, your hands on his jaw.

“sorry, can I please just..?” you ask gently and Miguel nods like his hypnotized by you.

Your thumb traces his cheekbone while the other grazes his lips. Miguel’s body felt like it was on fire, being pushed up against you while your hands on him.

If you weren’t so oblivious and mesmerized by him right now, you would of felt the bulge creeping up against you, including the heat between your legs.

You lift Miguel’s upper lip, “can you show me them..please,” you ask noticing his fangs aren’t showing.

Miguel once again nods and opens his mouth, a soft sharp sound was heard and they appeared.

Your eyes shined with amazement and a slight grin. Your thumb stayed in his upper lip to get better angles of them.

Without noticing, you leaned closer and your thighs squeezed against Miguel’s hips. Miguel’s breath hitched when he felt you. His eyes swirled with red lust watching over you.

He felt special that you were so entranced by him, all your attention on him in this moment.

“..so sharp, Miguel,” you said under your breath and he felt his eyes go lidded as your other hand went to hold his hip to pull him even closer if that was possible.

You moaned as your thumb got a slight cut from his fangs, blood immediately oozing out. Miguel’s eyes widening, “..can I?” He asked.

You nodded and placed your hand that was on his face, onto his hips now. Miguel looked into your eyes as he stuck the tip of his tongue out and kitten licked the blood.

He leaned forward and placed one of his hands on your thigh, squeezing slightly with his claws.

Miguel wrapped his perfect lips around your thumb and sucked slightly, you feeling him suck the blood out. You watched with your mouth slightly open, and shifted your hips in the counter, accident brushing against him.

He grunted and released your thumb with a pop, his tongue still sticking out his mouth as he let you go.

Miguel’s claws dug into your thigh and slightly ran your hands up his body, loving how your hands fit on his snap waist.

Your hands made it to his biceps and then to his shoulders.

Miguel seemed breathless as your hands traced him, him staring into your own lidded eyes.

Your eyes flickered down to his plump brown lips, seeing the blood that dried slightly on them. You licked your own and you both leaned in slowly,

As soon as you felt his breath on you, a loud accent was heard.

“OI MIGUEL!! Can I steal Y/n?? I need him for something- oh..” Hobie stopped immediately in his tracks when he tilted his head up and saw you two connected by the hips.

Both of your heads snapped to him, staring wide eyed.

Hobie quickly turned around on his boot, he shoved his hands in his pockets, “I’ll just tell him later if guess! SORRY MATES!” Hobie yelled.

As soon as hobie was at the door he yelled, “make sure to use those fangs in bed on him, Miguel!”

“GET OUT,”

The sight was something, but that something was something that Hobie wish he didn’t see.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x male reader #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #atsv #atsv x reader #spiderman atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #spider man #miguel o'hara x you #trans reader #Miguel O’hara x ftm reader

[respiteresponse]

genuinely though that video healed me like i already loved and trusted him a lot but he put effort into that video, and he was objectively fair and thorough about a lot of it. theres gonna be people twisting truths into lies no matter what but i am pretty proud to be a fan of a guy with so much willingness to be kind in the face of adversity and unjust hate, a guy willing to apologize, own up, and change while making a conscious effort to make a difference and improve the lives of those around him far and wide. i really do believe in change and growth because ive seen and experienced it in my own life ! ! ! ! ! ! someone who made transphobic comments at the age of 15 in the mid 2010s can be love their trans sibling with all their being by 2023. people who held racist views at a young age can grow, apologize, and work to make amends for the way they were brought up. people who i knew previously would raise their eyebrow at anyone unlike them can become an activist and an advocate. PEOPLE CHANGE AND GROW ! ! ! you will never be who you were when you were 14, 18, 20 etc if you dont want to be lol. it makes me sad to think of all the people who assume because they grew up with free range access to the internet and carrds think that because my brother couldnt understand me being a lesbian as a 15 year old he will forever be the worst person to ever walk the earth and deserves to die for his lesbophobia when NOW ! ! ! he drives me an hour away and home just to see my gf because i asked . sorry this got really long im so passionate lol.

[anystalker707]

Intoxicated

Pairing: [trans, ftm] Roronoa Zoro x [gender-neutral, amab] Reader Kinktober prompt: Gagged / Submission Tags: pussy drunk reader / reader gets turned on after seeing him go wild

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          “Goddammit,” you whispered, wiping the sweat away from your forehead with the back of your hand. There was blood when you pulled your hand back, just a small stain.

The unexpected clash in the middle of the sea demanded a little more strength from you than if you’d been prepared, but it still wasn’t anything too serious—just a jump scare, which you had to catch your breath from. You stood on the deck as you watched the ship slowly fade away in the distance, smoke rising from it because of Usopp’s cannonballs. One of the last enemy guys was drifting away on a broken piece of his own ship after being thrown out by Zoro. Great job, once again.

A breath escaped your lips as you looked around, checking if everyone was alright as well. Sanji, Usopp, Zoro, Luffy… Damn, Zoro. He still had that feral look, looking into the distance with his good eye, also struggling to catch his breath while his chest heaven up and down. He had some blood that trailed down his face and stained the part of his torso that was exposed by the open kimono, bathing his scars. On his arms, too, as he still held a sword in each hand. Just the sight made your throat feel dry as something stirred in your lower stomach.

Zoro’s eyes suddenly met yours, making all your blood drain to your feet as you immediately looked away and slowly exhaled, hearing your heartbeat in your head. What was that? The feeling was similar to what you felt watching him fight for the first time after reuniting, when you caught a glance of him on Fishman Island, but it had a slightly different tone this time.

Your eyes were on Zoro’s back as he walked away and sheathed his swords again, with that grumpy look on his face. It seemed the same as always, but something about him practically made you go crazy right now.

“Everyone okay?” Chopper’s voice cut through your thoughts. “Zoro! That’s a whole lot of blood!”

Zoro clicked his tongue, and something was dazing about how he adjusted his posture and sighed sharply. “Well, it’s not my blood.”

“There’s still a cut in your chest, whether you like it or not!” Chopper pointed at Zoro accusingly, making him sigh while they walked to the sick bay.

Right. You observed the two for a while, and then you moved to take a look at your wounds, but there wasn’t a lot more than just a small cut across your temples. It was manageable with a few dabs of alcohol in saline solution as you stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom before placing a small bandage over it. As you left, you ended up passing by the sick bay on your way to the deck. There was no specific reason for it, of course. You certainly didn’t take unnecessary turns.

You stopped by the slightly open door, taking a look inside to see Zoro sitting on the bed, cleaning the blood away from his swords’ sheaths. The top part of his kimono was down, and he had bandages taped to an area a little below his collarbone, now cleaned away from most of the blood. Some of it still stuck to his hair and near his chest, but that’d just be cleaned during a proper shower.

A knock made your presence known, and he looked up at you. It was such a gaze, making you bite the inside of your cheek and take a deep breath to just then start talking, standing in front of him.

“Are you alright?” You looked Zoro up and down, totally not checking out his muscles in the process.

A sigh escaped Zoro’s nose, and he pressed his lips together for a moment. “Not you too… Of course, I am okay. You guys are overreacting.”

“Just checking!” You furrowed your eyebrows. Did you annoy him? Things couldn’t be left that way. Putting a finger under his chin, you raised his head a little so that he would look at you—he was still moody, of course, twisting his mouth as he stiffened. His cheeks gained a red tone, as well. He was shy, and you’d already learned that before. “It’s not overreacting. We care about you.”

Your thumb traced a tiny cut down the side of his jaw as you sighed. And then, how were you supposed to control yourself? His lips were so close. Your thumb grazed Zoro’s lips, barely touching them. His eye was wide, trained on you, breath catching in his throat as he sat there. What were you even doing?

You were about to pull your hand away when Zoro’s lips parted a little under your thumb, his breath hot against it. Zoro didn’t do anything about it, but neither did you. Time seemed to drag itself for an eternity as you two looked at each other. The look you received reminded you of the look from earlier, which made something stir in your gutter, making you feel the same thing right now.

Zoro’s eye was still fixed on you when his tongue poked out, licking across the pad of your thumb, warm and wet. Fuck. You didn’t even think once before you leaned in and pressed your lips to Zoro’s, holding his jaw now—he hummed in surprise, leaning back a little, but he still kissed you back. His hand was on the back of your head as he parted his lips open in an inviting manner, pressing his tongue hot against yours to let them glide together. Despite it all, the kiss was slow, with a sensual tone that only he could control.

The way Zoro tugged on your collar made you lose your balance, almost falling on top of him if it weren’t for the way you placed a hand on the mattress first. You also needed to put a knee on the edge of the bed, trembling a little. His lips found yours again despite it, giving you long pecks on each of your lips until you started kissing him again. Zoro’s legs were spread open, and he leaned back on his elbow.

All of that had you intoxicated. Zoro was the only thing in your head and senses, but you still couldn’t get enough of him. Your cock throbbed painfully in your pants, pressed the wrong way against the zipper, but maybe you liked it. Maybe you were too afraid to ruin the situation by the smallest act. Your hand went from his jaw to his neck as you leaned in more, about to climb on the bed, when his hand pressed to your chest.

Did you fuck up? God, you really couldn’t have anyth—

“The door,” Zoro whispered as he tilted his head off to the door’s direction.

Oh, yeah, it was still open. You nodded in response, letting your tongue run between your lips for what remained of his taste there as you gently closed the door, guaranteeing it was locked.

Zoro’s swords were on the chair when you turned back, and he was untying his kimono and removing his boots, so you also removed your shoes while making your way over to him. As you approached, he moved back further on the bed, spreading his legs again to let you between them after tossing his kimono aside.

This kiss was a much better one, in an angle that didn’t hurt your neck. It drew a soft groan from Zoro as you tugged on his lip with your teeth until he pulled you closer by a hand on the back of your neck and pushed his tongue into your mouth again. The kiss was longer, and Zoro’s hand kept you there even when your lungs started screaming for air. His tongue pressed down to yours, momentarily tangling with it before he finally pulled away. Was he even aware of the effect he had on you?

“Come on,” Zoro breathed, tugging a little on your shirt, so you pulled away to take it off as well. His hands pressed to your torso immediately, running up and down your skin, feeling each detail. Sometimes, he would squeeze you, quickly gaining a liking towards your chest. He bit his lip, watching his own hands press down to the skin.

Blinking a couple of times, you finally came back to reality. You were truly intoxicated by him. How could you not, though? You bent down to mouth Zoro’s neck and started nibbling on it, feeling the vibration on his throat whenever he moaned, something that became more occasional once you started sucking on a specific spot. Just the thought of marking him made your cock twitch more, and thankfully, the arousal wasn’t only felt by you.

Zoro’s legs wrapped around your hips, and his arms did the same around your shoulders so that he could have you closer—close enough to grind his hips against yours, compelling both of you to moan. Fuck. You gasped against his neck, continuing to kiss and nip on it whilst grinding against him in return. Even through the cloth, the friction sent sparkles up your spine. Your cock managed to line up perfectly with his pussy through the fabric; it was even better.

“Mmph, fuck…” You managed to get away from his grasp so that you could sit back on the bed with Zoro’s bottom on your lap; otherwise, you’d be cumming in your pants without even having the opportunity to do anything. If not that, you’d cum too soon, so a break would be good.

On the other hand, Zoro didn’t seem very pleased. Things changed quickly. Shivers made Zoro’s skin rise as you ran your hands up and down his torso, feeling his chest, and abs, and teasing the waistband of his pants a little—he groaned, arching his back to seek your touches. His knuckles went white around the bedsheets.

Zoro’s skin wasn’t that smooth, but it was quite nice. Your fingertips traced the scar that crossed his torso, and then the scars under his pecs, before your hands trailed down. He was so beautiful. Your heart ached slightly as you looked at him a last time and leaned in to kiss from his sternum to his abs, at the same time your hands followed along his v-lines. He seemed a little sensitive around his hips, gasping and squirming. How could you not tease him there upon learning this? Your thumbs pressed to the skin, rubbing circles into it as Zoro pushed his hips up.

“You’re taking so long that they’ll notice we’re gone and the sick bay is locked,” Zoro said breathlessly, glaring.

“Oh?” You chuckled, unbuttoning his pants. “It’d be easier for them to hear you and find out. You’re so fucking loud.”

Zoro’s face burned hot as you said that. He had a feeling that maybe commenting about it would make you take longer, so he just shut his mouth and turned his face to the side as he waited for you to undress and then allowed you to remove his pants and boxers.

As you parted Zoro’s legs open to place his thighs over yours again, you couldn’t help a groan. Your cock twitched just at the sight, leaking more. Zoro was soaking wet, pussy shiny and fluttering with need as you gazed down at him. Despite the pubic hair, you could have a good look at it. His clit was swollen, practically waiting for you to touch it. Your breath hitched in your throat as you pressed your thumb to his slit, collecting some of his juices so that you could spread it all over his clit while rubbing it.

The moan that escaped Zoro’s lips was loud. He arched his back, squirming just at the simple touch. You weren’t even putting a lot of pressure on it, but you could only wonder the last time he’d been touched like that by someone else. Your finger pressed to his entrance when his hand wrapped around your wrist tightly.

“N—No!” He breathed, slowly pulling your hand away. “‘S a lot.” He bit his lip, propping up in an elbow and using his free hand to pull you closer by your shoulder. “Please,” he mumbled, messily kissing you again, and that intoxicated sensation came back.

Zoro slowly lay back on the bed properly and held around your shoulders again as your hand hooked under one of his knees to bring his leg up, the other one holding the back of your cock to guide it in. The small making-out session was inconsistent, full of pauses whenever your focus slipped away, so it started growing more sporadic once your cock pressed to Zoro’s pussy. You moaned at the warm, wet sensation, but it didn’t even compare to how it was once you started to push in.

Zoro was tight around you, practically pulling you in, walls clenching and accommodating around your cock. You’d just let yourself drown in the feeling if it weren’t for the loud whine coming from Zoro—it sent your hand flying to his mouth to at least muffle it until you bottomed out.

“Shut the fuck up!” You glared at him.

“Well, I can’t!” He whisper-yelled back, also in the same tone—you sighed sharply, looking down at the clothes on the ground. His bandana. It was a little difficult to reach for it, though you managed to without getting off your position.

“Open wide!” You grinned, unfolding his bandana and stretching it.

Zoro’s eyes widened. “No!”

“Yes!” You cut in, pulling the bandana away before he could reach for it. “You’re so fucking loud! Either this or getting caught!” You held his gaze as Zoro glared at you, sighing as he looked away—of course, he wouldn’t admit it so openly. “Tap my shoulder three times in a row or just remove the bandana if you need me to stop,” you said as you stuffed the bandana into his mouth, gagging him. It made your cock twitch inside him. Fuck.

“Okay,” you whispered, holding yourself up by an elbow and holding one of his thighs up again—he automatically wrapped his free leg around your torso, returning his arms to around your shoulders.

Zoro’s grip tightened as you started moving experimentally, hissing a little at how fucking good it felt. The movements were stuttering and unsteady until you finally could settle down to a nice pace. Of course, he kept moaning, but the gag prevented Zoro from being as loud as earlier, and it was also so fucking hot to see him like that. Aside from the moans, there was the occasional squelching sound. You still couldn’t believe you’d made him so wet.

You were absolutely drunk by the feeling, resting your head against his shoulder as you hoped not to get overwhelmed so quickly.

Zoro clenched down around you so tightly, gummy walls clamped around your cock, so warm and wet, letting you slide in and out so easily. Not to mention how you had such a strong, tough swordsman all whiny just because you were fucking his pussy so good. The same Zoro who had you and everyone else intimidated, sometimes just by his presence, and even more so whenever he started grinning during a fight or pulled out the third sword. It had your brain shortcutting, thoughts fuzzy as you started thrusting into him more intensely.

As he tightened around you, Zoro arched his back and let out a longer moan at the same time his fingers sank into your back. He had short nails, but they still managed to sink into the skin, leaving behind a burning feeling that actually added up to the arousal instead of being uncomfortable as it usually would.

Whatever you hit inside Zoro, it made him clench down for longer, a little whinier as he held you tightly. His thighs even quivered. Great. It took you a couple of thrusts to find that same angle again, just so you could try to keep it as often as possible. Zoro was practically milking you. Your fingers sank into his thigh, holding him tighter to make a firmer frame to fuck into, allowing your thrusts to go faster until you just came inside him.

Your orgasm hit you stronger than you’d expected, approaching a lot faster—the sparkles ran up your thighs and made your balls tighten as you came inside him, feeling your mind go blank, vision blacking out a little. You struggled to keep your own volume in check. Whimpers permeated your breathing whenever it didn’t hitch as you rode out your high. Hell, your thoughts were all over the place, you were all over the place. Nonetheless, you tried to recollect yourself enough.

Zoro’s eye was half-lidded, and some drool ran down the corners of his mouth. Fucking hot. It was nice knowing you weren’t the only one without a functioning brain at the moment. He looked at you when you removed the gag, though, gasping as your lips replaced it. His moans went into your mouth instead as your hand let go of his thigh so that you could slip it between both of you.

The kiss deepened as Zoro pulled you closer, struggling to keep up with it given the amount of moans that spilled from his lips once your thumb started rubbing circles on his clit. He arched his back, trying to push into your touch, but you already gave him all the attention you could, messily rubbing it until he was finally coming. A louder, longer moan came from him this time, and you were there to muffle it, though also moaning at how tight Zoro became, only loosening once his high started passing, so he was throbbing around you instead.

Zoro exhaled shakily as he started coming back to reality. You slowly stopped touching him, though you didn’t pull away yet—you just had to take a look at how his pussy looked right now. It was wet, with a mix of both your cum and his trailing out, which also covered your cock. Hot. You bit your lip, slowly pulling out, watching the last strings of cum breaking as you two lost contact.

“This again,” Zoro breathed, catching your attention, “crow’s nest, tonight.”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

#one piece #roronoa zoro #x male reader #x reader #zoro x reader #zoro x male reader #kinktober 23 #one piece x reader #one piece live action #opla #oneshot #fan fic #fan fiction #imagine #scenario

[thedvilsinthedetails]

Rosekiller band au microfic!!!

hey guys, I wrote the first microfic in the lil series I’m doing, you can find the original idea for it here

ik I’d said I’d wait but I’m impatient hahaha

(some of the ppl that asked to be tagged if i ever wrote it: @always-reading @blu3stars @chaoticgaywitch @1284646imjusthere @depressedtheatrekiddo @idk-what-to-put-here-123)

anyway just wrote this pretty quickly so it might have some mistakes n stuff sorry abt that I don’t do grammar or punctuation anyway here you go, enjoy:

(EDIT: link to part 2)

••• Pink lipstick stains, cigarette butts

I lie in bed, I hate my guts

A day in the dark 

A muddled afternoon, yeah

Barty pressed his cheek close to Evan as they sang into the same microphone. He could feel the buzz of the music through the vibration of the stage below him. 

Oh baby darling how I long 

To become your suicide blonde

He ran a hand through Evan’s platinum curls as he sung the line. Evan leaned into it, eyes meeting Barty’s, grinning as he sung. 

To lie beside my Romeo

Oh what a wicked way to go

Evan’s fingers moved deftly on the guitar, he lifted a hand, twirled the pick in his hand before resuming immediately, he didn’t take his eyes off Barty the entire song. 

•••

“Ah fucking hell look at the comments Bee.”

Evan was sat at the base of the sofa, scrolling through the comments on a video of their performance last night. He held the phone up to Barty on the sofa, who squinted before taking it and reading it out to the room.

“Skittlefiend57 says ‘omg Blarty and Evan! I’m so gone 4 them u guys’”

“Blarty?”

Regulus raised an eyebrow.

“We’ve been getting my name wrong all these years guys. Wow that’s a crazy thing to discover at 23.”

“Bad spelling aside, there’s way more. And it’s not all good stuff.”

Evan said and Barty looked back down at the comments. 

“Barty and Evan are queerbaiting, they act so gay but they’re not dating. It’s all clearly faked to get attention. Fucking pathetic. Why thank you peenisonapizza. Glad to see you know us personally and can therefore speak on our behalf.”

“Don’t know why they’re obsessed with accusing a band with two trans guys of queer baiting.”

Evan pinched his furrowed brow and shook his head in disbelief.

“They don’t even care about the fucking music, just us and whether we’re dating or not.”

Barty laid down on the sofa, dropping one arm around Evan and resting his chin on Evan’s shoulder.

“Hey cheer up Rosie. They care about the music. There’s a few assholes but that’s a given. If they weren’t talking about us acting gay they’d be talking about whether my tattoos are real or fake.”

“Or some conspiracy theory that Reggie’s not actually lactose intolerant.” 

Pandora chipped in.

“I’m not lactose intolerant!”

Regulus replied indignantly.

“Is that you talking or your obsession with chocolate?”

Dorcas rolled her eyes as she spoke. Regulus avoided her gaze as he mumbled out a half hearted response.

“Remus got me hooked on Tony’s chocolonely.”

While the rest of the group squabbled Evan leaned his head back against Barty’s shoulder, he pulled out his phone.

***

Evan.Rosier✔️

Hey everyone, I’ve noticed there’s a lot of speculation about me and @Barty.Grouch.JR and I wanted to say that it’s none of your business, you can think what you like but please don’t ask us or spam comment sections with theories. As always thank u so much for listening to our music, the skittles luv u x

***

Evan breathed in and passed the phone to Barty.

“You think this is good?”

Barty read it over and nodded.

“You’ve been really nice about it too.”

Evan huffed out a laugh.

“I was normal about, not my fault you would have said something like-“

“Roses are red, violets are blue, you are a cunt and I hate you @peenisonapizza.”

Barty took a small bow, flourishing his hand dramatically. Evan turned around and flicked him in the leg, which only succeeded in making him laugh. 

 “Ok I’ve posted it.”

Evan clicked post and watched as the ‘likes’ number quickly began to climb.

“Now I’m just not gonna read the comments on that post.”

Evan huffed out a laugh and Barty patted his shoulder.

“Good on you Rosie. Now who wants to watch a movie?”

Evan clambered onto the sofa next to Barty who leaned against him immediately, head resting on his shoulder.

“Rosie.”

Barty whispered.

“Yeah Bee?”

“Give me your phone. Look we both know it will bother you all evening not reading those comments if you have your phone on you. Just- out of sight out of mind, I’ll give it back to you once the movie is over but you deserve to have an evening off.”

Barty’s eyes were wide, expression genuine as he spoke. Evan hesitated then reached in his pocket for his phone.

“Don’t spam it with photos alright?”

A smirk spread on Barty’s face quickly, eyes sparkling.

“I make no promises Ev.”

Evan rolled his eyes but handed the phone over. 

The movie was something Pandora had picked, something from the late 80s, a strange mix of fantasy, reality and meta theatre that Evan actually didn’t hate.

Still he drifted to sleep at some point watching it, the stress of the day had clearly gotten to him and something about the way the top of Barty’s head made for a great pillow probably didn’t help.

Either way he woke up to the feeling of Barty shaking him.

“Come on sleeping beauty, let’s get you to a real bed. Here’s your phone back.”

Evan rubbed his eyes and got up, stumbling to his room as thanked Barty in a half asleep murmur.

He got to his room and turned on his phone, wincing at the glaring brightness, turning it down quickly. He opened his photos app, just as he’d suspected his camera roll was filled with new photos.

He began to scroll through them. There was one of his friends, all waving at the camera. A zoomed in shot of Inigo Montoya‘s face on the TV screen from a funny angle. Himself, looking dumb, sleeping with his mouth slightly open. He scrolled to the next picture and stopped. Barty with that cheeky grin of his, curled up against Evan, flipping off the camera. Eyes twinkling in that way that always made Evan feel a little warmer, a little brighter. He fell asleep again dreaming of a body pressed against his in a hug, the hum of a movie no longer playing, soft hair tickling his face and mischief painted in big brown eyes. 

For info about the position they’re sat in (it’s clear in my mind but I’m not sure how clear it is in the description), the song that they are playing and the movie they watch, look below the read more:

Position they are in before Evan gets on the sofa, red is Evan, green is Barty - yes Barty is uncomfortable, yes he would sit like that anyway bc Barty will do fucking contortion to be able to hug Evan argue with a wall

Don’t question the drawing skills, I can’t draw and did it in a moving vehicle

the song is EVOL by MARINA

the movie is the princess bride suggested by the lovely @lulublack90 who u shld defo check out bc she’s rlly amazing at writing

(Oh also Evan and Reggie are both trans in this)

#Can you tell I know nothing about playing guitar🧍 #marauders #dead gay wizards #harry potter marauders #marauders era #marauders fandom #evan rosier x barty crouch jr #evan rosier #barty crouch jr x evan rosier #barty being barty #barty crouch junior #evan x barty #barty crouch jr #barty jr #barty x evan #rosekiller #rosekiller microfic #rosekiller fanfiction #rosekiller fluff #rosekiller fanfic #ace evan rosier #asexual evan rosier #trans evan rosier #trans regulus black #Rosekiller band au #Rosekiller rambles #slytherin skittles #dorcas meadowes #pandora rosier #regulus black

[fightingsnails]

Hobie x trans!masc reader

Beach Episode

tea bee ech this is more for me than anyone else a/n: reader wears a binder, I have no idea the weather in the UK nor the situation with beaches. Honestly I didn't know the UK had beaches until heartstopper. bad accent. not proofread

You and Hobie had been friends for a little while now, and you really enjoyed hanging out with him. So when he asked you if you wanted to go to a small beach with him, you felt your heart sink.

Of course you said yes, you really enjoyed the company, and thought that when push came to shove you could own up to it and go to the beach with, knowing that this wouldn't impact your friendship.

But there was that little voice in the back of your head that said otherwise.

You knew he wouldn't care. He was Hobie for crying out loud, one of the most supporting guys you knew, you've even heard him speak out on issues involving transphobia.

But there was the thought that if he knew, he would treat you differently. He wouldn't rough house you, or tease you about issues that guys would usually tease women about, and the rational part of you chalked it up to him not being a mysgonist, but there was still that doubt.

Hell, there was a chance he already knew.

When the two of you had first met, it was just a normal conversation. Then one of his friends had come up and asked for introduction.

"Oi, yeah, t'is is y/n, and they- uh... actually, mind tellin' me whatcha go by, mate?"

Sure, yeah, it was a bit awkward, but him asking you what you go by instead of if you're a guy or a girl was a green flag.

So now you're sitting in your car, beside the beach that you were supposed to be meeting Hobie at. You were fully prepared to go swimming in your shirt and binder, despite knowing better.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when there was a tap on your window, startling you slightly. You whipped your head to face the window, being greeted by Hobie's shit eating grin, clearly satisfied that he startled you.

You opened your door. stepping out and playfully pushing his shoulder.

"You scared the shit out of me." You said, smiling up at him.

He nodded his head, a satisfied smirk still on his face, "Kinda the point, yeah?"

You shook your head, and the two of you began to walk to the beach. This was possibly the most casual had seen the punk, wearing a t-shirt and shorts, exposing his lanky arms and legs. but you decided not to comment on it.

So now your standing feet away from the water. the rhythmic sound of the waves not helping sooth your anxiety in the way you felt like it should. You hear Hobie set his bag down, and after a second you turn to him, seeing him take his shirt off, and you feel anxiety shoot through you.

"You're really going to swim in your shirt?" He asks casually, tossing his next to his bag as he begins to walk towards you. You know he doesn't mean it in a malicious way, but you can't help the way it only makes it more nervous.

"Yeah, I am. I mean it's just... y'know?" You say, crossing your arms over your chest nervously. You wish that you hadn't said that, because you know that just makes you sound guilty for something, and you feel like your suspicion is confirmed when Hobie raises an eyebrow.

"Mate, if your self conscious, y'know I don' care, right?" He assures, coming a bit closer. I mean, you were, but it wasn't in that way, and you felt like if you agreed, you'd be lying to him. Even if you were, there wasn't many people around.

"No, no, it's not that. It's just..." You began, nervously shifting on your feet. Even if you weren't looking at him, you could feel his expression grow slightly worried, and you panicked even more, feeling like you were making a big deal out of something that really shouldn't be.

You buzzed your lips, trying to fill the silence as you thought of your words. "Y'know, like, I guess I just want to take chances on me getting dysphoric." You said, hoping that the phrasing would be subtle enough that if he didn't know what it meant he would just glance over it.

You turned up to him, and you could see the gears turning in his head. After a second he met your eyes and shrugged.

"I mean, I don' really care, but I get it." He said, giving a small, reassuring smile. You felt your nerves soften slightly, thankful that he wasn't making a big deal of the situation.

You couldn't help but smile back, and you gave him a small nod. "Jus lemme know if there's anything I can do, yeah?" He says, lightly punching your shoulder. You can tell that he's trying to soften the tension, and you felt thankful for it.

"Yeah." You replied softly. You were about to drop the subject and step into the water finally, but your mind darted back to the binder your wearing. You know you're not supposed to get it wet, and the thought of the constriction around your chest getting tighter didn't seem very pleasant.

"Actually..." You began, and you felt bad for taking his attention again, but when he turned back to you, you could tell that he doesn't mind. Hobie was always the person who didn't seem to mind helping people, and you tried to keep that in mind while you talked to him.

"I want to, y'know, do what we came here to do, swim, but I'm kinda... binding." You continued, and you could see that the second the words left your mouth, he was already thinking of a solution.

After a second of him thinking, you were about to tell him to drop it, but he began to speak, "You could always jus' wear my shirt, if ya want, not really scared 'bout gettin' wet. Should be big on ya, if you're worried about tha' sorta thing."

You couldnt help but smile again, and you nodded your head. "Yeah! Yeah. That'd be great." You said, nodding your head again. He smiled back at you and he turned to go fetch you his shirt.

#atsv hobie #hobie brown #hobie brown across the spiderverse #hobie brown atsv #hobie spiderverse #hobie x reader #hobie my beloved #x reader #x yn #fluff #hobie x y/n #hobie x you #hobie brown x reader #hobie fluff #hobie #hobie brown fluff #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x y/n #hobie x male reader #hobie x masc reader #hobie brown x masc reader #hobie brown x male reader #hobie x trans reader #hobie x ftm reader #hobie brown x trans reader #hobie brown x ftm reader #x masc y/n #x masc reader #x masc!reader #x trans male reader

[zzprompto]

thanks for requesting. i accidentally deleted this draft, luckily i had a screenshot of the request.

☆ mutual

cloud strife x ftm reader [he / him]

sypnosis: above.

the lowercase is intentional !

cloud and [name] were friend ever since they were little.

sure, the two boys weren't that close with eachother, but they were still friends. even if cloud talked to tifa most of the time and went off to join the soldier program, the two of them were still friends. no matter what.

[name] had always liked cloud. the young boy liked how strong willed cloud was and how determined the blonde was to be the number one solider. it really inspired [name], and made him fawn over cloud.

but he'd never say anything, of course. he was too scared and he never knew if cloud reciprocated. [name] was a trans boy after all, so what if cloud didn't even like him as a guy? it would break the boy into little pieces. he wouldn't be able to take it.

what [name] didn't know was that cloud felt the same. cloud always liked [name], not tifa, not zack or anyone else. just [name]. he always wanted to get closer to [name] and confess, but he couldn't. he was scared of rejection, the same way that [name] was. but that didn't stop either from liking one another.

it had been a few years since the two past met, cloud had left nibelheim to join the soldier program and [name] left to explore midgar. they hadn't caught up or seen eachother ever since then.

[name] was walking around wall market, taking in the vibrant lights outside the various buildings and the bustling nightlife. he had been there multiple times before, but each time it felt like the first.

there were so many things to explore at wall market, so many things to try. that's why [name] kept coming back. it was a fun experience, not just for the honey bee in or the various attractions in honour of don corneo. the buildings themselves and the people are what attracted [name].

[name] was minding his business, doing his usual as he went around the area. he looked at a few shops, inspected some materia and weapons on display and he got some food.

the young man decided to walk around with his food, which ended up being a bad idea. there were huge crowds everywhere on this particular day, and he just happened to bump into someone.

all of [name]'s food went flying, straight onto the floor. it was all ruined. people were stepping on it as it dropped to the floor, so [name] definitely wouldn't be able to eat it anymore.

[name] groaned and he looked down at the floor in annoyance before speaking, because the person he had bumped into for some reason hadn't left yet.

"you should watch where you're going next time." [name] grumbled to himself, unsure if the other person actually heard him or not. to his surprise, they did.

"you should also watch where you're going, some people are in a hurry." the person scoffed, and their voice sounded oddly familiar.

[name] raised his eyebrow and he looked up, still annoyed at the fact that this stranger made him drop his food. "well that's not my problem, is it? my problem is the fact that you made me drop my food. i spent a lot of gil on that-"

then, that's when [name] saw who it was that bumped into him.

it was cloud.

his old friend and crush was standing right there infront of him as multiple people barged past the two of them. [name] couldn't believe his eyes.

"holy shit." [name]'s mouth dropped as he stared infront at cloud. he did not think he was going to run into cloud at wall market of all places. shouldn't he be doing some soldier training right now anyway?

[name] wasn't mistaken. he thought he was seeing things but it truly was cloud infront of him.

the striking blonde hair, but with the ponytail now gone. the blue eyes that had a hint of green in them due to the mako. the pale skin that was reflecting all of the neon signs.

it truly was cloud. [name] wasn't seeing things.

"cloud? what are you doing here?" [name] asked, scanning cloud's figure once more to triple check he wasn't hallucinating.

cloud was a little confused at first. he didn't 100% recognise who was infront of him. [name] had grown up and transitioned into being who he truly meant to be.

"[name]?" cloud responded, taking a good look at the man infront of him. it was [name], cloud wasn't hallucinating either.

[name] nodded and he immediately hugged cloud, not believing the fact that his friend was there infront of him still. he didn't know how to grasp the situation. it had been years since they last met and there were no goodbyes shared or anything.

cloud was a little startled by the sudden hug, but he decided to embrace it anyway. it wasn't going to hurt. he was just hugging his old friend.. his old crush.

cloud felt like he was a kid again.

the poor guy was blushing again and he felt his stomach churn. he couldn't believe this was happening.

why now of all times? why were the memories flooding back to him? all the times that [name] and cloud would stay up late to talk or play games.. it all came rushing back.

"i didn't think i was going to ever see you again.." [name] confessed, whispering into cloud's ear softly. he was so happy to see cloud after all these years, cloud had to know.

"neither did i." cloud responded, chuckling lightly to himself as he ended up reciprocating the hug.

he wished he could stay in [name]'s arms forever - but he couldn't. he had a mission to do for avalanche, he had to save tifa. he couldn't stay in [name]'s arms for too long. he had things to do.

"[name] i'm sorry.. i have to go." cloud sighed, stepping back from the hug and looking at [name] with a frown. he didn't want this to end so soon.

"what?" [name] also took a step back, feeling all upset now. the smile he had on his face was wiped away in instant.

the man shook his head and he grabbed cloud's arm, keeping him in place. he wasn't letting him go this time. he was going to tell him everything. he didn't care if cloud was going to be late to whatever he's doing. he was selfish, but for good reasons.

"cloud, you can't just leave me after we've not seen eachother for years!" [name] started, still keeping a firm grip on cloud's arm. he sure as hell wasn't letting the blonde go yet.

"i haven't stopped thinking of you all this time.. and now you're back but you want to leave me again." [name] sighed, letting go of cloud's arm. it seems as if he has given up so quickly.

[name] looked away, crossing his arms over his chest. there was still a frown on his face and it was clear to cloud that he was hurting.

cloud wished he could comfort [name], hug him, kiss him or something else but he couldn't. time was running out, but it felt so slow when he was around [name].

"i should've told you then that i liked you. maybe if i wasn't a coward, you wouldn't of left and we would've been able to be something then.. but it's too late." [name] sighed again. he didn't even know if cloud was listening. "something else is clearly more important, so you should probably just go and do that thing then."

cloud couldn't believe what he had just heard. [name] liked him too? well, that changes everything. maybe cloud can spare a few minutes..

"seriously?" cloud spoke up, walking closer to [name] and holding one of his hands. he couldn't believe that [name] felt the same way he did.

"that.. feeling is mutual. i liked you back then too, but i was also too scared to say anything." cloud frowned slightly and it seemed that he had forgotten about everything else going on in his life.

[name] looked back at cloud, his frown slowly fading away. he was glad that cloud shared the sentiment, even if his confession was more of a 'heat of the moment' thing.

the man took in a deep breath before he spoke again, looking at his love with a smile on his face now.

"i'm glad to know that, cloud. i really am.." [name] says as he brushes a few strands of hair out of cloud's face. "i seriously didn't think you were interested in me at all. i thought you would've fallen in love with someone at the soldier program or something." [name] laughed.

cloud smiled in return. it was a small smile, but it still managed to melt [name]'s heart after years of not seeing it.

"i'd really like to catch up someday." [name] hummed and cloud let go of him, nodding at the other's words.

"of course." cloud responded, definitely wanting to catch up with [name]. they had a lot to catch up on. dates, kisses, hugs.. and even more.

[name] cleared his throat and he looked away, remembering that cloud had something important to do.

"you should.. go now. don't you have something important to do?" [name] mumbled, a heat rising to his face as he felt suddenly embarrassed for no reason.

cloud nodded and he gave [name] a quick kiss on the cheek, letting the other know that the feelings are still there. he then walked away from [name], going to do what he had to do.

"i'm glad our feelings are mutual!" [name] called out as cloud walked away.

cloud had a huge blush on his face as he walked, feeling flustered that a bunch of people now knew about his situation with [name].

at least the feeling was mutual...

☆ author's note: hope you enjoy! for those who have been waiting for p2 of the fyodor x male reader fic, it'll be out soon i promise!! i feel so bad for making you all wait 😭 i might also start writing for re2 and re4, so you can request for characters from those games!

☆ masterlist ▪︎ request

#cloud strife #cloud strife x male reader #cloud strife x reader #cloud x male reader #cloud x reader #cloud #x reader #x male reader #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 rebirth #final fantasy 7 remake #cloud ff7 #gay #mlm #foryou #final fantasy vii rebirth #final fantasy vii remake #final fantasy x male reader #final fantasy x reader #cloud strife x ftm reader #cloud x ftm reader #x ftm reader #transgender #ftm #trans

[thepenguinwriter]

Saw you were requesting for people to request Adam x readers (that’s a mouth full lol) so I was wondering if you could perhaps do a Adam x reader where reader is a trans man but still likes to wear dresses and skirts and while the reader likes to wear them they’re also nervous that they won’t be seen as a “real” guy, not only by normal gender norms but also compared to other trans people because they still like dresses and skirts and what not. Anyways wether or not  or not you do take this request I hope you have an amazing day/night!

`` 𝐀𝐦 𝐈 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐮𝐲? ``

𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐜!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐲𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐝𝐲𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦

You were happily bouncing around your room, looking for the perfect outfit for your date.

No, too shiny.. too tight.. too revealing..

You ran over your options in your closet before your hands touched the one..

You eagerly rushed to try the dress on, admiring the way it looked, how the skirt on it flowed just so nicely.

But then, you made the mistake of going to the mirror. It looked good on you, that wasn't the problem.. but those thoughts, that you thought suppressed years before, they came flooding back.

What are you thinking? You're not a girl, are you? Why are you wearing a dress? Maybe you were just faking being trans all this time. You should be ashamed of yourself, opressing real trans people with your disgusting faking-

"Y/N... what's the fucking holdup?"

That voice made you snap out of it. Before you even had the chance to react, Adam burst into your room (without knocking of course), eyeing you.

"You look hot," the words slipped out of his mouth before he even realized what he was saying. But he didn't seem to want to take it back.

You didn't reply, just looked away self-conciously, hiding yourself behind your large wings.

"What's the matter with you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and getting closer without any regard for your personal space. "You're acting like I just burst into your room while you were changing."

You shook your head, stumbling back onto your bed. "N-no, it's not it, Adam, I just-" you paused, not even aware of your wings lowering to reveal your teary-eyed face. "Am I real guy?"

The angel looked at you with wide eyes, as if you'd just said the weirdest thing he'd ever heard. "Huh?"

"I- I mean, it's.. guys aren't supposed to wear skirts, and shiny dresses... trans guys aren't supposed to wear dresses.. what if people won't think of me as a real man? What if-"

Adam shut you up by roughly slapping his hand on your mouth. "That's enough, babe," he said matter of factly. "Stop fussing over this shit, it's not worth it. You believe you're a man, right?"

You hesitantly nodded, and he took his hand away.

"There, case fucking closed." He shrugged, lifting you up from your bed. "Now come on, unless you want me to cancel this little date."

You couldn't help but smile at his words. You nodded and let him lead you away, feeling atleast a bit more comfortable in your outfit.

A/N; AGHHH anon this was such a cute prompt!! I'm not trans but I'm genderfluid and in the past I've felt this exact feeling- so this is based on personal experience! Hope you enjoyed it :3

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin x reader #x reader #hazbin hotel adam #adam hazbin hotel #adam x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #adam x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #adam x you

[neo404]

trans ftm dom nick bf smut? extra points if its rough degrading and filthy (if ur comfortable ofc if not i can give u more fluff prompts)

Eye roll.

Summary: you have been teasing (bf) Nick, he has been busy all day editing and recording, so when Matt and Chris leave to get food at night, Nick desides to make you regret your desitions.

Tw: degradation, cursing.

Note: this IS nsfw, if you don’t like it just don’t read. It’s MY FIRST TIME WRITING NSFW so maybe its not that good.

Note 2: reader IS FTM, so afab body parts will be used to describe their body, but I didn’t got into many ditails. Also, reader wears a binder.

It’s 8 in the morning and I’m looking at the tshirts infront of me, I don’t wanna wear any of them, I look at myself in the mirror, maybe I can just spend the day like this, its not like anyone in the house will care, besides, we have all been good friends since we were kids. I grab my pants and put them on, I look good.

‘’Are you coming to eat or not?’’ my boyfriend Nick enters his room and looks at me up and down. ‘’And your shirt?’’

‘’Didn’t feel like wearing one right now.’’ He closes the door behind him and walks over, standing behind me and wraping his strong arms around me. ‘’Is that so?’’ he whispers in my ear with a low voice sending shivers down my spine.

‘’Yeah… something wrong?’’ he leans down, his head resting in my shoulder leaving kisses on it.

‘’Nothing, you just look so fucking hot and its breakfast time not turn me on time.’’ His hands start trailing from my waist to my hips pressing me against him. ‘’But we have to go now, or I won’t stop.’’ He gives me a kiss on the cheek and walks to the door.

--

After breakfast and talking for a while with the guys, I help Matt clean the table. Chris is in his room playing videogames and Nick on the leaving room editing their last car video.

‘’And that’s what I bought this weekend, I think I can make great outfits out of those things, don’t you think so?’’ Matt talks as he finishes cleaning the spilled juice.

‘’Yeah, those are great clothing items. I love thrifting.’’ I smile at him. ‘’We should go together someday.’’

‘’Yes, that would be so fun. I’ll be going to my room now, see you around.’’

‘’All right, bye Matty.’’ As he leaves to his room, I turn around to see Nick sitting in the couch with his headphones off and a frown on his face. I walk to him and sit by his side. ‘’everything all right?’’

‘’I don’t know, why don’t you ask Matty?’’ he raises one eyebrow and I let out a short laugh. ‘’What’s so funny?’’

‘’Are you really grumpy because I talked with Matt?’’ Nick doesn’t say anything, he just shrugs his shoulder and crosses his arms over his chest.

‘’Baby, come on, we are friends. Besides, I’m dating the most handsome guy on earth, there is no one I would rather spend my time with.’’ I say as I kiss his cheek and play with his hair. I grab him by the cheek and make him face me, kissing his lips with passion. He leans back, putting his laptop to the side and grabbing my waist firmly pulling me against him until I’m on top of him.

‘’You are mine.’’ He says between kisses.

‘’I know.’’ I murmur back and stand up with a grin on my face.

‘’What the fuck? Why are you standing up? Come here.’’ He seems confused and annoyed.

‘’No, you have to finish editing the video.’’ He lets out a groan and I give him a kiss on his forehead. ‘’You can do it.’’ I say and start walking to the kitchen to grab him a drink, I see him adjust himself in the couch trying to hide the bulge between his pants.

--

It’s night time, I’m sitting on Nicks lap as he answers e-mail about collabs and up coming photoshoots. I start to get bored of scrolling on my phone and looking at the screen of his laptop, so I start nibbling at his neck and jaw, I feel his body tense up.

‘’Stop that.’’ He says serious.

‘’I’m not doing anything.’’ I say ‘innocently’ and keep giving him kisses and bites.

‘’Behave. Or you’ll regret it.’’

‘’You are no fun Nick.’’ I roll my eyes and cross my arms.

‘’Don’t roll your eyes at me or I’ll make them roll all night.’’ He looks at me dead in the eyes, my cheeks are red and I look away from him. I was gonna say something but Chris and Matt’s voice sound from the front door.

‘’We going out for dinner, I think we’ll take a while.’’ Chris screams.

‘’All right, we’ll order food, take care.’’ Nick screams back.

‘’M’kay, bye.’’ The door shuts and the engine of the car starts rumbling.

‘’As I was saying.’’ Nick grabs my jaw with one hand and makes me look at him. ‘’Behave, or you’ll regret it.’’

‘’Whatever.’’ I mumble and roll my eyes at him again.

‘’Okay, that’s enough.’’ He shuts his laptop and carries me over his shoulder into his room throwing me into the bed. ‘’I have been waiting for this all day.’’ He says more to himself than to me and climbs into bed.

Nick is now on top of me, kissing me roughly. I feel his hands going up and down my waist and legs until he breaks the kiss to take off my pants and hoodie that he gave at some point in the day. He grabs my legs and opens them up.

‘’I swear, I’ll make you scream so hard the neighbors will know that you are a whore for my dick.’’ He whispers against my ear and start kissing my neck, leaving marks all over it, he starts trailing his kisses down my chest, ribs, stomach, until he reaches my boxers which he takes off quickly.

He begins kissing my thighs leaving bite marks all over them, he gives my clit a kiss and then he starts licking and kissing it. My back arches and my hips move uncontrollably against his tongue, my hand pushing and pulling him by the hair.

‘’Please, please.’’ the room is filled with my moans and sloppy noises.

‘’Please what, baby?’’ he murmurs between licks.

‘’Need you, need you inside.’’

‘’Aren’t you so fucking needy? Always wanting to be fucked and filled. Does my fucktoy want me inside of him?’’ He grins looking down at me, I nod eagerly. ‘’Come on doll, use your words, or you won’t get anything.’’

‘’Please, want you inside, need you inside.’’ I slur out, Nick grabs me by the chin and kisses me roughly before spanking my thigh.

‘’That’s it, that’s my slut.’’

thats it, idk how to continue. again, this is my firts time writing smut or nsfw so its not the best. but i tried my best.

feel free to seend all the requests you want and ill try my best to do them as soon as i can.

take care and be kind.

#nick sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo x you #nick sturniolo x male reader #sturniolo triplets x reader #nick sturniolo smut

[silverskye13]

ngl i suspected Tanguish was a flavor of trans since i began reading rns XD

in order of fairness and curiosity i feel like i must repeat the question... if Tanguish is trans, what abt Tango?

I have given 0 thoughts to Tango gender, which is a crime actually. I think maybe he's cis, but in a "I thought about my gender and I think yeah, cis guy fits," kind of way. A secure in his masculinity kinda way. Which facilitates all his flirting with his friends when they do talk. He comes from a place of "I know exactly where I stand with this." When Tanguish is discovered trans man, I think he kinda raises his eyebrows and goes "Oh hey buddy! Good for you! Man this hels double thing is weird huh? You're ice and sculk and trans? Huh."

#thecreatureinthedark #rns asks #trans tanguish #queue

[marzipanandminutiae]

The post about "we need feminism because there's a men's rights movement in LGBT" is from radfems. "Baeddelations" has a pinned post about being a baeddel, "men's rights" in this context pretty much means trans men speaking about being trans men. (I'm not denying issues in the community but I know you've wanted it pointing out when you've missed dogwhistles before, and the post is all very thinly veilled references.)

I did some looking into this, because I was not familiar with the term "baeddel."For anyone else who didn't know: It's an Old English word generally meaning "effeminate or castrated man" as far as I can tell, and some transfem people adopted it primarily back in the 2010s (although some still use it, like the user in question). Baeddels in the modern sense claim to focus on transmisogyny and trans women's issues...but as you say, some can lapse into prejudice against trans men. To the point where, while it doesn't seem like they ALL hold that view, it has become one of the most prominent things about the movement. Kind of like radfems and transphobia. The poster in question seemed, when I looked through their blog, to come down in the middle- there were some comments that raised my eyebrows, but not as extreme as things I saw on other blogs.

I went back and forth about what to do re: the post in question, though. Because I don't want to be associated with hatred of trans men, since. You know. I don't hate trans men. However, I do feel that the modern left, and even the LGBT community, believes misogyny has been fixed and refuses to examine the undercurrents thereof that women in these circles still struggle with.

(Trans men can be misogynistic. NB people can be misogynistic. Anyone can be misogynistic, and the community letting misogynistic people off the hook because they're not cis men, or the expectation thereof, is a real issue that I have witnessed/experienced IRL. Shoutout to the trans guy who insisted I let him do everything for me out in public, and got mad when I didn't want to, because it "made him feel more masculine" so I should apparently just shut up and act helpless, for example.)

(There's also been a lot of "not all men" going around in response to women expressing frustration with the bullshit we face for our gender, which is like. Come on. I thought we all figured out in the 2010s that no-one sensible is talking about LITERALLY all men; we just shouldn't be expected to water down our anger to make men comfortable. Tacking "but what about trans men?" onto that doesn't negate the entire rest of the conversation.)

I disagree that the post is "all thinly veiled references" because it looks like most people reblogging it are like me- folks who aren't familiar with that term but feel that there's a still a misogyny issue in progressive and queer spaces. However, because of the association with a specific movement I am not part of and largely disagree with an apparent key point of, I will be deleting it.

Do not mistake this for me recanting my personal sentiments on the matter. There is a misogyny problem in my community, because the misogyny problem in broader society remains. Trans men and NB people are not exempt from being misogynistic. This needs to be talked about, and it is deeply frustrating to me as a queer woman.

Do I even have to say "this is not for t*rfs?" Well, just in case, it is Not. Fuck off.

#ask #anon #long post #misogyny #feminism