#intersexism cw

[estrogenism]

very very funny how intersex transfems are by far the most vocal haters of tme/tma as binary terms because of the way that perisex people use them to discredit intersex trans people's complex experiences. but sure it's just those horrible afab trans people again!!

[Plaintext: very very funny how intersex transfems are by far the most vocal haters of tme/tma as binary terms because of the way that perisex people use them to discredit intersex trans people's complex experiences. but sure it's just those horrible afab trans people again!! End Plaintext.]

(also do not fucking try to witch hunt these people. i will block you on sight, i cropped out the urls for a reason)

edit: reminder that this post was made first and foremost about intersexism, and while it's okay to discuss other forms of oppression in the tags and reblogs (especially since i tagged them as such), please stop trying to brush off the original point.

#these fucking people are gonna start saying 'theyfab' again in 5.... 4.... 3.... #i don't even entirely hate those terms i just don't think they're useful in a binary framework #and i also hate how perisex people use them to discredit intersex people #tme/tma #intersexism #intersexism cw #transmisia #transmisia cw #anti transmasculinity cw #anti transmasculinity #intermisia #interphobia

[wildd-prats]

"transintersex"

why in the ever-loving fuck would you want all the shit that comes with being intersex? the day perisex radqueefs learn that intersex is a spectrum, and not all of us follow the typical "male and female body parts", is the day i'll stop crapping on them. ya'll want to be apart of a group so badly..

#actually intersex #anti rq #anti prat #anti radqueer #antiradqueer #anti radshit #intersexism cw

[abracadaze]

transphobes will fight tooth and nail to bar young transgender people from accessing medical care they desperately want because it's "mutilating children" but won't bat an eye when intersex infants and children are forced to undergo "corrective" surgery or be administered hormones or hormone blockers without informed consent. i know it's essentially pointless to point out the hypocrisy of reactionary groups because it won't stop them from doing anything, but it just goes to show that it has never been about protecting children, it's about restricting bodily autonomy to enforce a gender and sex binary that they insist is innate and unchangeable despite the fact that it needs to be constantly policed

#transphobia cw #intersexism cw #daze.txt

[intersex-support]

The discussion of hypersexualization (of children and adults) is usually centered on perisex people. I wish more people included intersex people in the conversation- we’re never included.

Old ask I'm guessing but you are so right, there's so much sexualization of children from the moment they are born, and intersex children immediately get that, it's literally a huge part of our oppression. The fact the first concern a lot of medical professionals and even family have as soon as we are born is "how will they have sex" is sad, and actually should be talked about more. Even as adults, it's so uncomfortable that people will want to know specifics about our bodies without even knowing us.

#mod stev #ask to tag #intersexism cw

[intersapphic]

Incoming angry intersex post but saying you can only be intersex if you have a diagnosis from a doctor is such a scam. Most healthcare providers do not care if you are intersex and are fine to watch as you suffer when you have critical hormonal needs, most intersex care in the medical system boils down to “how can we make sure you are as cisgender and heterosexual as possible” and could not care less if we were dying.

I’ve been put on hormones without my consent at a young age and since they weren’t properly recorded, I have no idea how that affected my body. I’ve been having hot flashes for years starting at the wonderful age of 19, I’ve had obvious signs of hormonal imbalance that have caused me distress and lead to me not being able to get out of bed, and one of the first things that any medical “professional” asks me is if I’m in a relationship or if it’s impacting my sex life.

It’s dehumanizing and humiliating to be in pain, to be socially outcast, abused and assaulted, and the first thing people think is “how can I make sure this freak is a viable sexual partner to either penetrate or be penetrated”. Of course the sexual and romantic relations I have with people are impacted by me being intersex, but the way it is approached de-centers me in the conversation about my own body and neglects my actual wellness needs. For the rest of my issues? To quote my doctor, I’m just “unfortunate”.

Anyways this is all happening without me getting a proper diagnosis; I don’t have this diagnosis because of medical abuse and neglect, and I’ve heard from many intersex people who have a properly done diagnosis that the treatment doesn’t get much better.

#mod s #actuallyintersex #intersexism cw #i may be processing a lot because i have electrolysis tomorrow #ok to rb #medical abuse cw

[minecraft]

Did y'all know that Elon Musk's Twitter recently added LGBTQ terms (Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Trans, Transgender, Queer) to it's "offensive words" list - meaning that links to tweets with words containing them aren't previewed in twitter DMs and are generally de-boosted (shown to less people) by the website? Did you also know there exists a character called the zero-width non joiner that you can copy and paste in-between letters of any keyword so that the keyword visually looks the same but isn't automatically seen by the algorithm as containing a keyword?

#cw slurs //// another fun quirk - the terms Heterosexual #cis #gender #and faggot are all fine but the terms Homosexual #cisgender #intersex #and sex are not. #cw slurs

[ipso-faculty]

Proposing some intersex gender modality & transition terms

So there are a whole bunch of different ways that intersex people can be/identify as trans. I've been thinking about what names would be useful for articulating these differences and in this post I'll list what I've got so far. 🧑‍🔬

I'm hoping to get feedback on these, so if you have feedback let me know! 💛 I expect to edit this post, to incorporate feedback and further ideas.

CW: mention of IGM and forced HRT

Types of transitions

Distransition: a medical transition forced upon an intersex person, such as through IGM or forced HRT. Dis- to indicate the negative aspect of the transition being coercive, as well as to connote disability since this process is so frequently traumatic and/or disability-causing. In disability studies language it's a form of debility (disability caused through systemic violence).

Mistransition: a distransition (forced transition) that is not in alignment with a person's gender identity. Mis- to indicate the incorrectness of the alignment as well as to maintain a negative connotation because this is a coercive transition.

Entransition: a consensual transition done by an intersex person. Contrast to distransition. En- acts as an opposite to dis- and also to me indicates a level of intent (e.g. envision, enact, enliven). It also serves to indicate that transition is different for intersex bodies than for perisex bodies.

Retransition: an entransition done by an intersex person who previously had been distransitioned. I.e. when an intersex person does a second transition to undo, alter, or improve a forced transition. Re- to indicate a second transition, but also that it's a revision of the first one. EDIT #1: This term is not intersex exclusive, and may also be used by perisex trans people who have transitioned multiple times. EDIT #2: For an intersex-exclusive version, I suggest "re-entransition", combining re- and en-.

Retrotransition: a retransition that is done to undo the effects of forced transition. So an intersex person who, after being forced into a binary gender, then transitions their body towards a best approximation of what their body's natural state would have been without forced transition. Retro- for backwards to indicate undoing that is worth differentiating from detransitioning.

Laterotransition: a retransition done by an intersex person to a gender that is neither the gender externally imposed by a distransition nor what their body's "natural state" would be. For example, an AFAB AIS person who was coercively transitioned female, who then later transitioned male. Latero- as contrast to retro- (latero- is to the side, antero- is forward) as well as to indicate the turn away from the path set forth externally by parents/doctors.

Anterotransition: a retransition done by an intersex person that continues the direction set forth by previous forced transition. So additional transitioning done by somebody whose gender is in alignment with what was externally imposed. While this will probably be somebody's AGAB, it doesn't have to be - some times intersex people are forcibly transitioned to a different gender than their AGAB.

All of these transitions would have an analogous gender modality. So an entransgender person is somebody who has/is undergoing/intends to entransition. And a retrotransgender person likewise has/is undergoing/intends to retrotransition.

I see distransition and mistransition as potentially useful for intersex people talking about trauma and structural intersexism. I think entransition might be useful for talking about how being intersex and transitioning is frequently different than for perisex people, especially if it is a retransition. And perhaps distransition and anterotransition may be of use to exparium folks.

Personally: I was distransitioned as an adolescent and have recently started a process of medically retrotransitioning.

Feedback welcome! A list of revisions will go at the bottom of this post. Will make flags for terms once I feel satisfied with them.

Edits

2024-01-16: I've been informed by @chipbutbetter that retrans is already used by some perisex folks with complicated transition patterns, so I have edited to say this term should not be intersex exclusive. Thanks! 🏳️‍⚧️

2024-01-16: thought about an intersex-specific version of retransition and landed on "re-entransition". A little awkward but combines both retransition and entransition! Flexible on whether to include a hyphen (reentransition).

#intersex #intersex terminology #mogai #new mogai term #mogai requests #mogai coining #mogai review #cw: IGM #cw: forced transition #cw: forced hrt #tw: IGM #mogai peer review #actuallyintersex #actually intersex

[solastalgiart]

so i had this idea for a sapphic minchan au,,,

#cw: genderbend #skz #skz fanart #minchan #minchan fanart #bangchan #leeknow #sapphic art #sapphic #wlw #nblw #chan’s an intersex butch lesbian in this #and minha/minho’s femme and bi #solastalgia art #staytistontumblr #staytists on tumblr #digital art #illustration #procreate #character design #character concept #but wow i really love women #drawing them and just in general #butch4femme #femme4butch #butchfemme

[estrogenism]

yes you love and cherish trans people but are you normal about intersex people, who are significantly more likely to be trans than a perisex person (at least in terms of intersex youth)?

do you acknowledge that they are directly targeted by many bills that also target trans people or do you say that they're just another group being indirectly targeted by anti-trans bills?

do you say that no kids are being forced on hrt or do you acknowledge that intersex babies are often forced on hrt?

do you acknowledge that intersex people can often have a complex experience with gender or do you just scream "intersex people can be cis too!!" whenever an intersex trans person tells you to stop disregarding their unique relationship with gender?

do you see a post asking for people to listen to intersex people and respond without sexualizing us or do you conflate your allyship with sexuality by saying "yeah i'd totally fuck an intersex person!"?

do you call animals with intersex conditions "trans icons" or do you actually acknowledge their intersex conditions?

do you treat us like human beings or do you ask us invasive questions about our genitals like we're some kind of lab rats?

do you listen when we tell you not to call us hermaphrodites or do you just make the excuse that animals are called hermaphrodites so you should be allowed to call us that too?

do you acknowledge intersex transfems and transmascs regardless of their casab or do you screech about how intersex people are co-opting your terms?

do you try and group intersex people under terms like amab/afab and tme/tma without acknowledging their actual experiences or do you just yell about how intersex people are trying to take your language away? (edit: this also includes very conveniently not mentioning intersex people's concerns and experiences when yelling about this)

do you acknowledge that not all intersex people are white? do you care about intersex poc?

do you care about us outside of the times that you can use us against transmisic people as a gotcha?

#lelei speaks ★ #intersexism #intersex #intersexism cw #transmisia #transmisia cw #transphobia

[bloodyscott]

the person making these posts barely conceals their hate for intersex people and genderweird people.

sorry to tell you, but this “gender” you’re talking about is sex, which does include hormonal makeup, genitals, gonads, and chromosomes.

saying even intersex afabs cant be transfem is not only ahistorical, but also just intersexist

even if perisex though let afab trans people identify however they want, even if transfem

#cw: terf #trangender #transfem #afab transfem #intersexism #intersex

[forlorn-crows]

Ooooooo Crow u wanna write about Mist milking Zeph's cute little tits soooooo bad

-Void

i hate you for ever suggesting that 1) zephyr has little titties and 2) they wreak havoc on the others by making them leak

what do you get when you put a strict top and a dom in the same room? you get a very soup-brained air ghoul who absolutely "hates" losing to daddy mist and her clever fingers

they/them zephyr (cock for their anatomy) and she/her intersex mist (cock/cunt for hers, though only the cock is mentioned here). good ole lactation kink w/a spicy side of Daddy mist ahead

If you asked Zephyr if they liked to be broken, taken down to studs, they'd vehemently deny it. Very few things—and very few ghouls—can ruffle their feathers and challenge that cool, unbothered facade that graces their features. If they’re ever submitting, it’s their idea, through and through. They swear it. 

Mist is the anomaly. 

Zephyr doesn’t know how she gets them to play (and lose) her little games. They’ll swear up and down they hate her dirty talk, her degradation, hate the way she can get their eyes to roll from just a little pinch to their nipples, hate how she makes their brain go fuzzy by simply grinding their cocks together. Somehow, she never fails to break them down to the barest of bones—and suck out the marrow while she’s at it. 

They hate it. You have to believe them. 

“You like being daddy’s little baby, don’t you?” Mist coos at them now, straddling their lap with them bullied straight-backed against the headboard. Tiny hands roaming all over their neck, their chest. Pressing and prodding at all the spots that somehow make them incapable of forming coherent thoughts. 

Zephyr makes some unintelligible protest, a pink blush blooming on their cheeks. 

“I think you do,” Mist answers for them. “You don’t have to pretend for me, hm?” She smooths her thumb across their lips, smirking when they part easily. “There you are, no need for scowling. Daddy’ll make it better.”

Her hands float back down to their tits, puffy and full and begging for attention. Mist had pulled them into her room when she noticed the twin spots on their t-shirt this morning, even through the black fabric. She had licked her fangs, giving them her signature predatory look that meant You’re mine.

Mist tweaks one of their nipples, sighing happily when a drop of fluid leaks out and drips onto their pants. She pinches the other, wringing a drop out of that one too. 

“Takes nothing to get you to leak, does it, little bird?” The water ghoulette cups their swollen chest with both hands, framing pert nipples between her thumb and pointer fingers. Squeezing against the build up of pressure just so, just until that sweet milk flows out and dribbles over her hands. 

“Mist,” Zephyr groans, wringing their hands into the sheets. “Lucifer, oh.”

She echoes their noise with an empathetic, slightly exaggerated one of her own. “So wet, baby. Just like a water ghoul,” she tuts. 

Their cock kicks in their pants traitorously. They try to shake their head, deny it somehow. But it’s futile under Mist’s nimble hands and her wicked tongue. 

“You are though, look at that.” She holds up a hand in front of their nose, wet with streaks of milk. Zephyr whimpers—curse the Dark One below, they fucking whimper—head lolling backwards like it’s just too heavy for their shoulders. A sure sign of their imminent defeat once again. 

Mist knows it too. Always knows when they reach the delicious point of no return. She surges forward, melting her body against theirs, looming over them with a gaze so piercing it could cut glass. Hungry. She rubs her nose along Zephyr’s, slow and teasing. Relishing in the fact she’s about to take away the last shreds of their control. 

“Want a taste, little bird?” she whispers, holding their chin and slipping her thumb between their lips. 

The roll of her hips that follows and the taste of themselves on their tongue is just the beginning of their demise. 

#ask #void #ficlet #the band ghost #ghost fanfic #the band ghost fanfic #mist ghoulette #zephyr ghoul #mist/zephyr #zephyr/mist #zephyr x mist #mist x zephyr #intersex mist #cw: lactation kink #i hope you like void im kind of on the struggle bus today so its short <3 #yeah you fuckin got me #*points at you* your turn to write zephyr and mountain tho #i know this isnt everyones thing sorry if you were hoping for somethin else

[intersex-support]

In relation to what other mods said earlier, I think one of the harder things about running this blog is that we’re kind of forced to be blunt and assertive towards dyadic people who are pushing our buttons and testing our patience, and it kind of rubs off on people who genuinely ask questions and want support.

If you’re questioning intersex or you are intersex, these statements are not directed towards you. They’re directed towards the people in our inbox and notifications who pretty much just hate us for being intersex, and you can tell because as soon as we are firm in what we say we get multiple asks that are actually angry and aggressive towards us. Most of the time we just delete them, but there’s pretty much no escape when they keep on sending asks and bait us constantly.

Anyways, my point is that I hope any intersex people and questioning intersex people don’t feel any of our frustration directed towards you. Even if you are questioning but might not be intersex, if you genuinely ask then that is welcome as well.

As much as it can be difficult to weed through bad intentioned asks, we enjoy interacting and being able to connect with other intersex people and people who are wondering if intersex is right for them.

#mod stev #ask to tag #intersexism cw

[kueble]

I Like the Taste of Blood When You're Tearing Me Apart

Another Call of Duty fic! This was meant to be a short, sweet little ficlet about Ghost nesting. Guess who went nuts again? haha.

Explicit. Warnings: Intersex Omegas, A/B/O, Mating Bites, Mild blood, breeding kink, knotting, vaginal fingering/oral/sex. 5,300 words.

Ghost/Soap

---

“This is bullshit,” Ghost growls, and Price just holds up his hands palms out at him.

“I agree, but it’s out of my hands,” he says with a shake of his head. “And honestly Ghost…Simon, this isn’t healthy. You’ve been on blockers for fifteen years, and no one is cleared for more than a year without a break. Medical won’t let you back in the field unless you come off them and have your heat. I’m sorry, but I don’t want to lose you to this.”

“Fifteen years and I’ve been perfectly fine,” Ghost argues even though he knows he won’t do any good. Price he may be able to convince, but the bastards down in medical won’t even talk to him about it. There’s a reason why he prefers to take care of his own problems. “If I refuse?” he asks in one final attempt to get out of it.

“Honorable discharge.”

“Fuck. Fine. I took my last one last night, and I’m sure they’re not going to refill my script until I go through with this. I have leave for it? A room on base?” he asks, clenching his jaw at the thought of being locked in one of the heat rooms, cooped up like an animal as he rides out his heat.

“Room’s been booked and you and MacTavish both have the week off for it,” Price tells him with a nod.

“Johnny?” Ghost asks, blinking in confusion.

“Yeah, unless the paperwork you both filed naming each other partner was wrong, you’re in this together. Mates take rut and heat leaves together. You know this,” Price says with a frown. “And if this is about the lack of bite on your neck, don’t be an idiot. We all know you belong to each other. First heat in fifteen years might be the right time to make it proper.”

“All due respect, Sir, fuck off,” Ghost mumbles, but his mind is already reeling from the implications. They’re as official as it can be without a mating bite, since a bite won’t take with the meds running through his system. This is a truly fucked up situation, but maybe some good can come of it. Still, he won’t bring it up if Soap doesn’t mention it first.

“See you in a week,” Price says with a snort. He holds out a set of keys to Ghost and adds, “Room two. You know where to find it.” Ghost pockets the keys and nods sharply before stomping out of his office.

—

“So this is…less than ideal,” Soap says, and Ghost just snorts at him.

“You fucking think?” he grunts out before running a hand over his face. He inhales deeply a few times, exhaling each breath as slowly as he can, and feels himself settle down a little. It helps even more when Soap moves closer, wrapping his arms around his waist from behind and putting his head between Ghost’s shoulder blades.

“Let’s go to bed. There’s nothing to be done about it tonight, so let me just hold you for the night,” Soap suggests, and Ghost sighs.

“I don’t need taking care of,” he mutters, and Soap just hushes him gently.

“I know you don’t, but let me anyway? It makes me feel good,” Soap explains, and Ghost can hardly deny him that. He nods and Soap kneels down, carefully untying Ghost’s boots and sliding them off his feet. Then he walks over to the closet and grabs a pair of his sleep shorts and an oversized cotton tee that’s nearly worn thin from use. “Go get ready for bed,” Soap instructs, and Ghost grabs the clothing before ducking into the bathroom to comply.

He leaves his mask on the edge of the sink and takes time to wash his face carefully, making sure all the grease is gone from around his eyes. It’s not like he’ll need to hide in the heat room anyway. It’s just him and Soap for the next few days, and he hasn’t kept any part of himself from Soap for months now.

By the time he leaves the bathroom, Soap has stripped down to his shirt and boxers and is holding the covers up for Ghost to join him. It should rub him wrong, how easily Soap takes over his room, but instead it makes something warm light up in his chest. He shoves that aside and slips under the covers.

They end up with Soap on his back and Ghost curled up against him. Soap runs his fingers through Ghost’s hair, humming softly because it’s physically impossible for him to be completely silent. Ghost doesn’t purr, but he gets damn close as he lets Soap dote on him.

Then of course his idiot boyfriend has to stir up trouble.

“What do I smell like to you?” Soap asks, and Ghost blinks in confusion, tossing the question around in his mind.

“Why?” he settles on.

“Humor me,” Soap mumbles, and Ghost can feel himself give in.

“You smell…calm, which is ridiculous given your personality,” he says, laughing when Soap swats him playfully. “It’s a combination of earl grey tea and the air right before a rainstorm, with a bit of citrus mixed in.” Soap hums happily, but he can tell there’s more to the conversation. Ghost sits patiently and waits for him to continue, and eventually he does.

“I haven’t ever been around you without blockers, what’s your natural scent like?” Soap asks, and he bristles in response. He’s more than an omega scent, more than his stupid slick, more than just a pretty little mate.

“Baja blast,” he spits out, and Soap blinks at him before nodding awkwardly.

“Sorry, I’m just…we’ve been dating for months and there’s so much I still don’t know,” Soap explains softly.

“You know me better than anyone, what I smell like doesn’t change a god-damned thing. Hell, I don’t even remember. My father put me on the damn blockers right after my first heat. I could smell truly fucking awful,” he says with a sigh.

“I’d still love you if you smelled like rotten meat,” Soap says helpfully, and it serves its purpose. The tension breaks as they share a laugh, and Ghost lets himself lay on Soap properly now, crawling on top of him and just wrapping around him like an overgrown octopus.

“It’s a stupid thing to be upset about,” Ghost mumbles into Soap’s shoulder. “You’re stuck with me, even if we’re not mated.”

“Yet,” Soap says quickly, causing Ghost to snap his head up and look at him.

“Yet?”

“You honestly think I haven’t wanted to tie myself to you in every way possible? I know a mating bite won’t stick with the blockers, so I was going to bring it up at some point soon anyway. I’m yours if you want me,” Johnny tells him softly.

“I do,” he whispers back, smiling as Johnny’s expression softens.

“No take-backs,” he says seriously.

“No take-backs,” Simon echos.

And suddenly it’s too much, too much panic, too much talking, too much existing for today. Thankfully Johnny gets how he works and just presses a kiss against his temple and rubs his back until they both fall asleep.

—

Ghost is lounging on his bed - definitely not brooding - and trying to figure out how the next few days are going to go. He can already feel his body changing, everything a little bit more at the moment, and it’s not something he can ignore. His heart beats slightly faster, his body running just a little hotter, and there’s an odd smell in the air that he is shocked to realizes is his own fucking scent. He’s about to spiral, but thankfully the door flings open and Soap kicks it closed behind him before holding out a handful of items at him.

“What’s this?” Ghost asks as he climbs off the bed. Soap sways from foot to foot, practically dripping with nervousness, and Ghost studies him closely as he walks over. With his heightened senses, he can practically feel Soap’s heartbeat in his ears, and it’s rabbiting in his chest like a wild thing.

“I, er, I took the liberty of securing you some things from the team,” Soap tells him slowly. He hesitates for a brief moment before shoving the armful of things at Ghost. “There’s something from Price, Gaz, and a few things of mine. You know…for your nest.”

Ghost startles as he looks down at the bundle of clothing in his arms. He can spot one of Price’s stupid bucket hats right away, half wrapped in a pair of sweats too small to be anyone but Gaz’s. Soap added a few of his workout shirts, practically dripping with his calming scent. Ghost stares down at everything and starts to panic that he’s out of his league here.

“I…I’ve never made a nest,” he admits, and Soap gasps at him. He feels stupid, but his first heat had been a rush, his father throwing a fit and locking him in the basement until it had run its course, and there hadn't been anything to sleep on let alone nest with.

“We can figure it out together. I mean, you can figure it out and I’ll be there to catch you when you inevitably freak out, much like always,” Soap says with a soft laugh. Ghost rolls his eyes but feels a bit better already.

“Am I supposed to collect things on my own?” he asks, already at a loss of how the process goes. He’s pretty sure omegas ask their pack for nesting supplies.

“I figured you’d be too proud to ask the other guys, so I’d help out. Price and Gaz were really excited to help! But I can give them back. It’s not a big deal,” Soap says, and immediately something clenches in Ghost’s chest. He growls at him, eyes narrowing as he clutches the items to his chest. The familiar smells of his team, his pack, surround him and he opens his mouth before his brain catches up.

“No! They’re mine now!” he grunts out, and Soap’s eyes widen as he nods quickly. Ghost sighs and takes a deep breath to calm himself. He can already feel the fight or flight response kicking in over something as stupid as an armful of clothes. “I…I think my hormones are already fucked up.”

“I would say you’re right,” Soap chuckles softly. Ghost ignores him in favor of burying his face in the clothing, the comforting scent of his pack washing over him. He didn’t even realize he needed this, but of course the alpha did. He’s a good choice. He winces at the way his instincts have taken over at this point, but he feels too good to dwell on it.

“We’ll go to the heat room later and I can put everything together. One more thing I need, though,” Ghost says hesitantly. Soap looks eager to give him anything so he presses on. “Go get all your bedding and bring it back. I want to sleep with everything tonight.”

“On it,” Soap says, offering a mock salute as he turns to leave. Ghost reaches out and slaps his ass for the insubordination, and they’re both laughing as he heads towards his own room. Ghost isn’t sure why they haven’t combined rooms already, since they’re always together at this point anyway. If they do go through with the mating, they’ll be able to move in legitimately. Normally mated couples are given larger space, but Ghost’s rank already affords him more than enough perks.

—

“Johnny, wake up,” Ghost says, tapping him on the shoulder. Johnny wakes up swinging and lets out a loud shriek.

“What the fuck? What time is it?” he spits out, sitting up and rubbing at his face.

“02:00,” Ghost tells him, and Soap looks at him like he’s deranged. Which, come to think of it, Ghost realizes he probably is. He can already feel the pre-heat raging through his body, and he knows he’ll be in full heat by morning.

“Is there a reason why you woke me up?” Soap asks, still blinking the sleep out of his eyes.

“I’m not about to let everyone see me dragging my fucking nesting materials across base. Get up and grab the bedding. We’re going now,” Ghost informs him, and Johnny snorts but does what he’s told.

“Let me put on a shirt at least,” he mumbles, grabbing one from Ghost’s drawer. It hands on his frame, and he looks adorable in it. Ghost can’t help shifting his duffel bags to one hand and reaching out to cup his cheek. He leans in to kiss him softly before pulling back and smiling.

“Gonna make you take it off as soon as we get to the heat room, anyway, but I like how you look in my clothes,” Ghost murmurs before gesturing at the pile of bedding Soap yanked off the bed. He bends down to gather it all in his arms, and Ghost leads him out the door.

The walk to the heat and rut corridor is silent, but Ghost is constantly on alert for anyone who might be fighting the insomnia that claims him far too often. Thankfully they don’t run into anyone, and soon enough they reach his assigned room. He uses the key Price gave to him and ushers Soap inside.

“Stay by the door,” Ghost orders, and Soap blinks slowly but nods, pressing his back up against the door without question.

The next few minutes are a flurry of action. Ghost dumps the clothing - scented by his team but mostly Soap - onto the large bed and starts shaping it into a proper nest. He may not have done this before, but instinct and his military-instilled need for perfection take over. The bedding he and Soap have spent the last few nights on gets woven into the pile, and finally everything smells right, smells like home.

“You’re adorable, you know that, right?” Soap calls out from across the room and Ghost can feel his cheeks heating up under his balaclava.

“Fuck you,” he mumbles, which only makes Soap chuckle.

“Think it’s the other way around, love,” Soap tells him gently. Ghost flips him off but still starts undressing, suddenly desperate to get into his nest.

“Keep your dick to yourself before my heat kicks in. I’m gonna need you well-rested,” Ghost says before tugging off his mask. He tosses it onto the bedside table and then crawls onto the bed.

“Clearly the best way to ensure that is to wake me up in the middle of the night and drag me across the base,” Soap says, laughing as he climbs in next to Ghost. He darts in and kisses Ghost quickly before turning onto his side. Ghost curls up behind him, slinging an arm over his hips and pulling him tight against his chest. Alpha or not, Soap is his little spoon.

His last thought before drifting off is that he hopes they both survive this.

—

Simon wakes up on fire, his body burning up with the full brunt of his heat. Johnny isn’t awake yet, so he takes a moment to assess his situation. He’s so wet that slick is dripping down his thighs, and there’s a deep hunger inside him that only one thing will cure. He’s glad they stripped down before bed, because he’s not sure he’d be able to do it now.

“Johnny,” he whines, shaking the man currently wrapped around his side. He stirs with a sigh, wiping the sleep out of his eyes as he looks over at Simon.

And then his nostrils flare wide, his gaze turning feral as he grins at Simon. He runs a hand through Simon’s hair, tugging gently and drawing a moan out of him. “You smell so fucking good right now. Need my help, love?” he asks, and it’s all Simon can do to nod, his body already making him needy and half-drunk on it.

"Fuck me," Simon begs, his voice cracking as another gush of slick rushes out of his cunt. Soap runs a finger through it, gathering some up before sucking it off his fingers.

"Steamin' Jesus, you taste divine like this. Gonna go down on you for hours once the fever breaks, but I'll take care of you. Don't worry, love," he murmurs before lining up and slowly sinking into him.

Simon is half mad with it, his head full of cotton and static, but he whimpers at the stretch of Johnny's thick cock filling him up so good. Reaching up, he drags him down, their mouths meeting in a harsh kiss. He's too far gone to do much but growl into Johnny's mouth, but it still settles him, even just a little.

"Need your knot," Simon whines, beyond caring how fucking needy he sounds. All he needs is his alpha's knot - his mate's knot - and the fever will break. He feels like clawing at his skin, so he runs his blunt nails down Johnny's back, leaving red scratches in his wake. Johnny just fucks him harder, pounding into his cunt with so much force that he nearly bucks Simon out of his carefully constructed nest.

"You smell so amazing, so perfect for me, so ripe," Johnny murmurs against his neck, and he tilts his head to the side, offering his neck for the mating bite. "Not yet, don't want to end this so soon."

"But you will? You'll bite me?" Simon asks, panicking at the thought his chosen mate might not keep him. He knows it's stupid, because they've talked about this, agreed to it already, but the fear still hits him hard. Hormones are so fucking stupid.

"Aye, I'm never giving you up. Gonna be stuck with me til the end of our days. My pretty little omega," Johnny tells him, and Simon grumbles at him. He's not pretty. He's rough and haggard and deadly. "None of that," Johnny tsks him, "you're pretty if I say you are. Now let's see how much this perfect little cunt of yours can take."

And then they're moving, bodies slamming together as Johnny fucks him roughly. Even as out of it as he is, Simon can feel Johnny’s knot swelling up, can feel the base growing as his alpha plows into him. His poor neglected cock is trapped between them, leaking uselessly against his stomach. Digging his heels into the small of Johnny's back, he tries to change the angle, tries to get a little more friction on it.

"I got you, sweet thing," Johnny tells him, somehow working a hand between them without breaking his rhythm. Simon hisses at the nickname, but his inner omega is preening even if he denies it. He feels his orgasm building up and offers his neck again, desperate to feel Johnny's teeth in his skin.

"Need you. Do it!" He cries out, and thankfully Johnny doesn't make him wait again.

They both come as soon as Johnny's sharp teeth break through his skin, bonding them together with a flash of pain and blood. Simon shouts his name, sobbing as his climax rushes through him. His mind snaps, and all he knows is Johnny, all he feels is the weight of his alpha, the stab of his teeth and the blunt pressure of his knot finally slamming home.

Johnny grinds against him and paints his inner walls with his hot seed. Simon knows it won't take, not with his meds, but part of him wishes it would, wants to be round and full and properly bred.

"Fuck, Simon, you're gonna kill me," Johnny laughs breathlessly and nips at the curve of his jaw. "I'll breed you so good, pump you full of pups the second we retire." Simon hadn't even realized he was talking out loud, and he hides his face in his mate's neck.

Johnny rolls his hips, grinning his knot into him, and Simon gasps as another orgasm crashes through him. He clings to Johnny and rides it out, feeling another burst of Johnny's come flood into him as he clamps down around his knot.

"We can't possibly keep this up all week," Johnny mumbles against his chest, and Simon laughs at him, the fog clearing from his heat-addled brain.

"Biology says otherwise, but I'm glad for the break," he admits.

"Well I'm properly drained, so just let me lay here scenting you until you need me again," Johnny laughs before lapping at his bond mark.

"What do I smell like?"

"Like peat and the seaside, and a touch of bomb smoke," Johnny whispers. "Some of my favorite things."

"You're bloody insane," Simon tells him before nuzzling into him more. He feels another wave of come fill him, but is too exhausted to do anything but lay there.

"You didn't bite me," Johnny says softly, and Simon nearly bucks him off with the speed he tries to sit up.

"You want me to bite you?" He asks, eyes wide as Johnny shoves him back down.

"Course I do, but I'd also like to keep my prick right where it is. Don't move again until my knot goes down," he says with a snort.

"Most alphas don't let their omegas bite them," Simon reminds him quietly.

"Most alphas are stupid fucks, then. I want your mark just as much as I want to see mine on you. Make us equal, Si. Claim me," he orders.

Simon doesn't waste time, sinks his teeth into Johnny's scent gland the second he tilts his head. The coppery flavor of blood bursts across his tongue, and he bites harder, making sure his mark will last. When he’s done, he laps at the bloody wound, sighing happily at how warm he feels now.

“Gonna sleep until it hits me again,” Simon murmurs, and Johnny just holds him tighter.

—

“I can’t,” Johnny whines, sounding like he is barely able to move. Simon agrees, because it feels like they’ve been fucking nonstop for months now. He is without a doubt the horniest omega that ever existed. He can feel Johnny’s come dripping out of him, and yet his body still wants more.

“Medical said it could hit me hard,” he whispers, and Johnny fucking cackles at him.

“You’re telling me,” he says between laughs. “My dick is down for the count for at least a couple hours, but I’ve been meaning to get my mouth on you. Laying between your thighs will be good for my knee, anyway.”

“You didn’t tell me it was bothering you!” Simon chastises him, but Johnny just shrugs it off.

“Wasn’t really thinking about it until now. Turns out it’s hard to pay attention to the rest of your body while you’re getting your dick wet,” he says with a smirk. Simon rolls his eyes at him, but the concern quickly takes over..

“Well tell me if it gets worse. I think my heat should let up soon,” he says hopefully. But then a wave of cramps rolls over him and he breaks out in a sweat again. “Fuck me,” he mumbles.

“Like I said, give me a few hours,” Johnny tells him before sliding down the bed and sprawling out between his thighs.

Simon’s tiny cock is hard and leaking against his belly, and his cunt throbs, trying to clench down on nothing as he stares down at his alpha. Johnny just spreads his thighs wider and dips his head down, licking a wide stripe up Simon’s folds. He makes a sound like he’s gagging for it, and Simon figures he is. He looks up at him with dark blue eyes, and Simon can tell he’s smirking against his cunt.

Johnny looks completely unhinged, and it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

He thinks Johnny will start slow, but after the first lick he’s like a man possessed. He flattens his tongue and licks the length of him again before reaching up to take hold of his cock. It’s small, barely a handful, but Johnny looks at it like it’s the best thing he’s ever seen. The first little kitten lick at the head of his cock has him grunting, and Simon has to fight to keep his hips on the bed.

Only Johnny pulls back and murmurs a quick, “It’s not more than a mouthful, which makes it easier for you to fuck my face. Take your pleasure, love.” He looks so wrecked, face red and eyes blown dark, and Simon can’t help falling a little more in love with him. He reaches down and rubs his thumb over the bite mark on Johnny’s neck, proof of his claim on his alpha. They both silver at the touch, and Simon grins down at him before bucking up into his mouth.

Johnny moans like the slut that he is, eyes struggling to stay open as Simon fucks into his mouth. He was right, his omega cock isn’t much, but it still has Johnny fucking gagging for it. He grunts and bucks his hips, feeling his cunt clench tighter as he works himself in and out of Johnny’s spit-slicked mouth.

“Need more,” he hisses, his body feeling overworked and yet so so needy. Johnny understands him - he always does - and pulls off his cock before catching his gaze and licking it one last time.

“I got you, Simon,” he reassures him, and Simon just nods, knowing he’d follow this man into hell itself if he asked him to. He trusts him to always take care of him, to always have his six.

Simon wants to say something profound, something soft and sweet to let Johnny know how gone for him he is, but his head is floating and he can’t do more than slap a sweaty palm weakly against his cheek. Johnny turns into it, smiling as he kisses the center of his hand. And then he pulls back, looking completely feral as he spits on Simon’s dripping cunt. He whines, and Johnny does it again, his gaze heavy before he slides back down.

He laps at his dripping hole, tongue thrusting inside as his scruff roughs up the insides of Simon’s thighs. He nips at Simon’s rim, sore from days of abuse, but the little sting of pain just makes everything so much more. He tightens his hold on Johnny’s hair, tugging roughly and dragging a moan out of him. It sends shock waves of pleasure through his core, and his hips slam up on their own accord.

Johnny goes with it, eating him out like his life depends on it, even as Simon is grinding against his face. He feels two fingers at his entrance and sighs as they push inside, his body begging for the knot he knows it won’t get. No, he’s thoroughly wrecked his mate, and yet Johnny is still doing his best, still taking care of him.

He’s pretty fucking perfect.

Time has no meaning, nothing does when all he can focus on is the rough slide of Johnny’s tongue over his folds and the thick press of his fingers inside of him. He’s burning up, sweating hard enough to cover them both, but Johnny just keeps lapping at him like he’s dying for it. The third and fourth fingers burn a little, and he’s absolutely shocked that his hole isn’t gaping after being knotted so much.

But there’s something amazing about his mate, this strong, mildly terrifying alpha who chose him. Simon knows it's his instincts, but he feels like they’re meant to be, are completely made for each other. The way Johnny’s fingers are fucking him so well only solidifies his crazy thoughts. The calloused pads of his fingers drag against that spot inside of him, and Simon loses all thoughts. All he knows is Johnny, the press of his fingers, the warmth of his mouth as he swallows his cock back down, the combined scents filling the room. It’s filthy and obscene and he can’t get enough of it.

And then there’s something else pressing at his hole. Simon nearly loses it when he realizes it’s Johnny’s thumb. He’s going to ruin him, but what a fucking way to go. He groans as Johnny’s thumb strokes the sensitive skin around his opening, his tongue fluttering around the head of his cock at the same time. He can multi-task like a fucking pro. Simon falls back, barely able to keep his eyes open as Johnny guides him towards his orgasm.

Simon keens, his back arching as Soap slips the thumb inside of him. The stretch is perfect, as close to a knot as he can get without Johnny putting his whole fucking fist in him, and isn’t that a fun idea to bring up later. He slams his hips up, and Johnny moans around his cock. His thighs are trembling, and he knows he’s nearly there.

“Close,” he whines, and Johnny starts fucking him faster with his hand, the bottom of it too wide to fit inside, but it feels like a knot about to pop, and Simon explodes. He probably crushes Johnny with his thighs, but he’s too far gone to worry about it. He spills down Johnny’s hot throat, his entire body shaking as he climaxes.

Johnny sucks him through it, curling his fingers the best he can and working over that spot inside of him. It’s earth-shattering, his cunt being so fucking full and his softening prick buried in the hot heat of Johnny’s mouth. He’s screaming, not sure if it’s words or primal nonsense, and his body feels like it’s coming apart at the seams.

He’s pretty sure he blacks out, because suddenly he’s blinking his eyes open and Johnny is leaning over him, grinning like he won the fucking lottery. His face is soaked in Simon’s juices, and there’s a bit of come stuck by the corner of his mouth. Simon raises a weak arm and runs his thumb through the mess, panting as he feeds it to Johnny.

His cock gives a twitch, but he’s spent for the moment. It feels like he just ran a marathon, and he feels like he could sleep for a week. “So good for me,” he murmurs and Johnny hums happily.

“You are so perfect. The best omega I could imagine,” Johnny whispers before catching his mouth in a quick kiss. They’re both too exhausted for more right now. Simon preens under the praise and rolls Johnny onto his side so he can spoon him. He’s filthy, covered in both their come and nearly a week’s worth of sweat, but he’s happy.

A deep rumble fills the room and Simon takes way too long to realize that it’s him. The last time he purred was when he was little and life hadn’t fucked him over yet. Hell, he didn’t even know he still could. But this insane man in his arms apparently makes him happier than anything else, and he vows to hold onto him the rest of his life.

“That’s it, purr for me, love,” Johnny mumbles as they drift off to sleep.

And when they stumble out of the heat room a day later, the rest of the 141 claps them on the back in congratulations, not a single person questioning their healed bond bites. Johnny moves into his room, and for the first time since he crawled out of his own grave, Simon is able to envision a future, a life outside the service. They discuss it in hushed tones in their shared bed, making plans and trading kisses while the rest of the base sleeps.

It turns out home can be a person instead of a place.

#my fic #cod #call of duty #ghost x soap #simon riley x john mactavish #ghoap #GhostSoap #simon riley #john mactavish #the military propaganda boys #cw knotting #cw intersex omegas #cw mating bites

[fictionkinfessions]

In response to your tags here MPC, I have no idea, but unfortunately fans of my source are quite... Ignorant. I've tried my hardest to be patient and try to teach people otherwise, but sadly many people say very odd things about me (About my body, what "parts" I have, etc.)

It's incredibly sad to me both since I kin Richard and because Richard is one of the few masculine intersex characters like myself I've even seen in media. One of the only ones who is treated like an actual character and not as a joke. I know my source doesn't have a big, loud fanbase, but I'm doing my best to try and raise awareness, both for my own comfort and the comfort of my community.

It's difficult, but I'm happy things are at least getting marginally better.

God it's so messed up. You have all of my sympathies and also my weapons if they insist on being wrong because what the hell! I am glad your source is pretty decent about portrayal of intersex people, I always appreciate when something is well done in that regard. I really hope your fandom gets better informed about this because it's 2023 already, we can behave more kindly, imo. In the least, maybe people will see your wiki and go 'ah, whats this word and how do I learn more about it?', you know?

In any case, I hope your coming week end is chill and refreshing!

Connie / mod party cat !

#mod response #not confessions #mod party cat! #intersexism cw #mentioned

[zal-cryptid]

when jen said she had abnormal sex anatomy i just assumed she was a transwoman but then she mentions not having to worry about periods anymore being a benefit of being a toy, am i wrong in my assumption then?

Jennifer is intersex! She has (or I guess had) an ovotestis (a gonad containing ovarian and testicular tissue). She also had an enlarged clitoris that formed a sort of pseudophallus. She was very self-conscious about it.

Having clothes that never come off and nothing between her legs is a blessing to her - she never has to see herself naked again. Perhaps in a better world where she had better parents and wasn’t taught to be ashamed of herself, she could have grown up to be proud and love herself.

#ask #misfits in toyland #intersex #original character #oc lore #my ocs #cw genitalia #jennifer

[local-yurei]

Sexous - a term describing the experience of a(n) sex/agab affecting one's identity in some way, while not necessarily making it one's gender identity.

(this term is not limited to 'amab' & 'afab', & may be used by anyone)

etymology: (sex)us, ous

[ID: a rectangular flag with 9 stripes coloured as such from top to bottom & mirrors: dark purple, dull purple, dull warm purple, pink-orange, orange. in the centre is a black gender symbol, with the 'male', 'female', and 'androgyne' symbol mixed together. End ID]

#━🌙+.✧┊ coining #cw: possible eyestain #transgender #intersex #agab #anc #agab non conforming #agabpunk #xeno agab #neo agab #mogai #liom #sexous