#they got that trans feel to them y’know

[turtleblogatlast]

Okay since we're talking lgbt hcs for the boys, what are your pronoun hc for them? Like what pronouns do you hc for them to use?

Haha I’m pretty basic with it and just keep them he/him tbh. Leo’s the only one I really see as trans, the others I usually just see as cis.

#non au ask #Leos in general I’ve found I see this way #they got that trans feel to them y’know #it makes sense #it’s fun seeing other people’s headcanons for them all tho #transmasc Leo is also kind of a pun for me because like #his powers are TRANSportation #and he has a tendency to MASK a TON #soooo

[aliorsboxostuff]

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

Imagine crushing on Miguel and being reciprocated haha couldn't be me FHSFHFJKDF I really do like this idea anon tysm! I love writing oblivious trope, its always so fun! I hope you all enjoyed this btw!

Exclusively Yours

Tags: Miguel O’hara x ftM,!reader, Spidey!reader, Miguel O’hara, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabakhar, Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Margo (Spider Byte), Jessica Drew, Peter B. Parker, Mayday, Fluff, sexual tension, soft!Miguel, Maybe OOC, Miles’ group being a menace, a bit nsfw-ish maybe, kissing, humor, confessions, feelings realization

Maybe you're not the first Spiderman to notice Miguel's arms and claws, and maybe you're not the first person to fall in love with him because of those too. But you're certainly the first to make Miguel fall in love.

—

1st Month

“I can't be the only one seeing this, right?” The other tree turns to Pavitr, his eyes following the new guy that just got into the Spider Society, next to him stands Miguel. 

“I mean, he made Miguel walk outside his office for once!” The new guy laughs, a flash of a blush on his cheeks while Miguel says something the group couldn't hear. 

“Honestly a bit scary ain't it?” Hobie chews another chip. “Boss man never smiles, now look at tha’,” 

The group snickers as they watch those two walk past the cafeteria, before they turn a corner and disappear from their vision. Gwen takes a sip of her smoothie, her head tilted slightly. “You’ve seen how he looks at Miguel?” 

“I mean, I've only been on a mission with those two once…” She grins. “Pretty sure he kept sneaking glances at his arms,”

“There’s no way they don't like each other!” However, what Pavitr said made Hobie scoff.

“Miguel or new guy?” Pavitr tilts his head.

“I wouldn't bet on that mate, man’s so blind might as well be walkin’ to a pole,”

“Both to be ‘onest,” 

“Impossible! Did you see the tension? I can practically feel it,” The shorter boy grips at the edge of the table, his eyes sparkling.

“Y’know, yesterday, while me and Peter reported back to Miguel’s-” The group leans closer to their shared table. “He was showing the new guy his claws!”

“What?!” Pavitr shouts, the group erupts in laughter. “No way that's real!” 

“Wait wait, were they like-” Suddenly, Pavitr grabs at Hobie’s wrists, bringing them close to his face. “Oh! They are so sharp Miguel! Must you always be so dangerous!” 

Pavitr brings one hand to his crown, pressing the back of it to dramatize his impression of the new guy. Hobi snickers, before he plays into his friend's bit, one hand holds Pavitrs face while the other fists, pressed to his chest. “Never for you, my love,”

“Oh Miguel!” Pavitr turns his head to the side and Hobie closes his eyes, both of them making kissy faces at each other.

“Oh my god!” Gwen and Miles doubles over in laughter, the girl holding on to Miles’ shoulder while she holds on to her stomach, Miles already cackling over the table. Hobie and Pavitr join their laughs, Hobie holding his sides while Pavitr slapped the table repeatedly, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes. 

Miles shakes as he brings his head up. “Miguel would kill you!” 

“Who would I kill?” The group halted, turning slowly to find Miguel standing beside their table, arms crossed, one dangerous brow raised. Gwen looks away, Pavitr and Miles audibly gulp while Hobie rolls his eyes, huffing. 

“N-nothing- No one! Nope, haha,” Miles shakes his head, a nervous smile on his lips. Miguel simply raises his brow higher, eyes narrowing.

“Oh! Would you look at the time!” Gwen glances at nothing on her wrist. “We should get going, right guys? We have that meeting, right?” 

“Oh yeaah! The meeting, yes,” Pavitr shakily grins, shaking Hobie’s shoulder. “Come on Hobie we should go, haha,” 

The team shuffles awkwardly away from the table, before they all booked it and ran in the same direction, Miles and Pavitr already jumping off the ledge and swinging away, followed by Gwen and Hobie who’s running behind them before also flying away. Miguel rumbles lowly, before he sees the new guy approaching him with his tray of food and joins him in looking for a seat.

—

5th Month

Gwen pulls off her mask as she enters Margo’s lab, the girl nods her head to the music she's listening to, her eyes on the monitors. She adjusts the files inside the small box she's carrying before walking towards her. “Hey Margo, Jessica told me you needed these?” 

“Oh yeah, just put them there,” Her hologram glitches as the headphones disappear. She stands, walking towards where Gwen set aside the box before riffling through it.

“What’s in those anyways?” Gwen perches herself on one of the empty consoles. Margo opens one and flips through it.

“Oh it’s actually from Miguel,” She closes the file, setting it aside, before looking through the others. Gwen hums, looking around the various screens, briefly at the Go Home Machine, before she turns to Margo again.

“Hey, speaking of Miguel, you’ve seen the new guy right?” 

“The one that sticks with Miguel, like, all the time?” Margo smirks, setting aside another piece of paper. Gwen nods, now intrigued. “Oh have I,” 

“They were here, like, a couple of weeks ago right, and lemme tell you,” Margo pushes the box away, sitting up where Gwen is also sitting, pulling one leg up to her chest. “His eyes were all over Miguel's body, I swear!”

“Holy shit?” 

“Im serious! Jessica was right there, by the way, and he was eating Miguel up,”

“Shut up!” Gwen giggles, covering her mouth with her hand. Margo laughs too, now her legs are crossed over the console. 

“Especially his arms, like boy get a room!” Miguel laughs, throwing her head back while Gwen holds at her side, almost doubling over from her own laughter. 

“You think-” Gwen tries to stifle her giggles. “You think Miguel notices?”

“I’d be surprised if he didn't! We both know he’s dumb about these things, but come on,” 

“Yeah, I’d feel sad if Miguel doesn't know,” Gwen sighs, leaning on her hands behind her. “Though, I’m pretty sure he’s also been checking out the new guy,”

“Don’t get me started!” Margo’s grin widens.

—

1 year

“So how’s Miggy been treating you?” 

“Really? Right now, Parker?”

You’re currently swinging through another universe's version of Brooklyn, chasing a rouge Doc Oct from another dimension. Peter was now running on top of a building while you swung under the elevated railway. Mayday giggles in her baby carrier when her father leaped off the building and joins to swing next to you. Your back aches a bit when you swung to another building, maybe wearing a binder today wasn’t your best choice, then again you didn't know the fucker was gonna run this long.

“Hey, we haven't got time to catch up ever since Mr. Dark and broody’s been stealing you,” He shrugs, sharply turning just as you swung above him, Doc Oct meter away, still running with his metal arms. 

“First of all, he hasn't been ‘stealing me’-” You made quotation marks mid-air. “And Secondly-” 

A car was suddenly thrown at you, at which you narrowly slide past the opened passenger and driver's window, before webbing it up so it doesn't hit the pedestrians below. “Miguel’s been treating me great, okay,”

“Has he asked you out to dinner yet?” He twips another web, swinging on it.

“What?!” Just as you said that, Doc Oct threw debris toward you, which you quickly swing away and secured that too. “Oh shit…”

“You’ll never catch me Spidermans!” He shouts and does that damn annoying meniscal laugh.

“Let’s wrap this up?” You suggested to Peter as he stops at the same lamp post as you.

“Yup, hold on to daddy, baby,” Mayday nods her little head as Peter adjusts her straps, then it’s off against Doc Oct. 

Peter swings behind him, effectively catching his attention as you landed a punch straight to his jaw. He shakes away the pain, imminently turning and letting his metal arms attack you, the sharp appendages reach towards you before Peter shoots at it, pulling it down towards the ground. Doc Oct hits concrete hard, at which you quickly tie up the rest of his appendages. He sharply turns to you before you could tie the last arm, sweeping you off of your feet, which makes you fall as he cages you on the ground, the sharp end of the arm almost slicing your next if you didn't duck quick enough. Peter lands meters behind Doc Oct, the hologram cage in his hand. He nods curtly, his eyes on you.

“Now!” You threw off Doc Oct with your legs, Peter throwing the cage just where he lands. When he went to chase after you, the cage clicks open, effectively containing him. 

You catch your breath, before deciding to lie on the concrete floor and covering your eyes with one arm. “Nice going man,”

“Thanks,” You say as Peter stands beside you. “You too,”

Peter shrugs before he releases Mayday from her carrier, holding her in front of him before he kisses her nose. “And you too young lady, very brave,” 

Mayday giggles, hands patting Peter’s cheeks. You huff, resting your arms on your chest while keeping your eyes closed. You can still hear Mayday's little voice, before Peter turns to you. “So he hasn't asked you out yet?”

“I really don't know what you're talking about Pete,”

“Oh come on! You’ve been with us for a year, probably longer with Miguel-”

You sharply sit up. “What?”

“I’m just sayin’,” He held his hands up, Mayday hanging on his hip. “You guys should be official by now,”

You scoff, crossing your arms. “And what makes you think he likes me?” 

“Oh my god, Jessica is right, you’re way too oblivious,” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You stand, brows furrowed while Peter laughs with his daughter. Clearly, your confusion is hilarious to him. “There’s no way thee Miguel O’hara likes me, okay,”

“Sure sometimes I feel his eyes on me, or how much he asks me to hang out with him, but I’m probably not the only one!”

“No, you are-”

“Plus, he’s busy okay, he only ever makes time to eat lunch with me, or to train, sometimes, if I'm lucky, maybe even a coffee break together, but that's it! He doesn't like me, he doesn't trail me with those sharp eyes, we don't accidentally make eye contact, he doesn't smile at me or laugh along my lame jokes, and he definitely didn’t blush when I asked about his claws- oh my god he does like me…”

“Bingo,” Peter snaps his fingers, followed by Maydays giggles as Pete holds her by her legs, red hair covering her face. 

Your face reddens, eyes blinking as you recall all of your and Miguel’s interactions for the past year. The first month you showed up, Miguel paired himself with you and you thought he was just being nice. He indulges in your curiosity, showing you his claws, a bit worried but couldn't help the steady red that appears on his cheeks when you leaned closer. He makes time for you, joins you for lunch, which had the teens curious. He only ever trains with you, letting you spar with him, those widened eyes whenever you managed to pin him down. The longing gazes that you sometimes caught, smiling at him when you do which only makes Miguel turn away. The way he lets you on his platform, hanging out with him where others usually had to wait until Miguel dramatically descends. When he encourages you, lingering hand on your shoulders, and back, the ghost of a smirk only reserved around you. 

And you have been eyeing him too. How could you not when a man that good-looking, that dedicated to his work, is right there?! But the idea of Miguel reciprocating your feeling…

“Alright, let's get you home buddy,” Peter moves behind you, pushing your shoulders and walking towards the opened portal. You’re still in a daze, confused and embarrassed with how many signs you missed from him. 

—

The next day, you're still clouded with the possibility of Miguel liking you back, making you hesitant to ask him to eat lunch with you. The activity has become a constant now, but ever since your revelation, you were second-guessing yourself. 

You take a breath, closing your eyes briefly, before pushing the doors open. You jog your way to where Miguel's platform is and swing your way up easily. “Hey Miguel, join me for lunch?”

“Sure, let me allow Lyla to take over,” He nods toward you before turning back to his screens. You hum, shifting your weight from one leg to the other. 

“Alright, let's go,” He turns around, stretching his arms above his head briefly, the sight of his muscles taut makes you gulp. Now or never…

“Wait, I have something I wanna talk about,” You blurted out, looking anywhere but at Miguel. He stops in his tracks, putting one hand on his hip.

“Sure, go ahead,” He nods, patiently waiting. You inhale slowly, and let your breath out.

“I hope I'm not reading the room wrong but- I’ve noticed the way you look at me, Miguel,” You meet his red irises. They widen slightly, Miguel stands straighter. “You follow me with your eyes, and I know what they mean. You make time for me and we train together, you let me up on your platform, hell, I’m the only one allowed to get close to you without you getting irritated!” 

You laugh nervously, swiping back your fallen fringe. “What I’m saying is, am I wrong to think that you like me?” 

A beat passes. Silence aside from the writing of cables and soft beeps from the monitors. Your hands turn to fists ready for the rejection, maybe a condescending laugh from the man you’re pining, until-

“No, you're not,” He sighs. “ I do. I like you a lot, but I didn't want to ruin what we had. You're so close to me, and I’m afraid that if I told you, you’ll…”

Miguel turns slightly, averting his eyes, which is unlike him at all. His blush is now prominent, which spikes your own blush. You gulp, slowly stepping towards him. Your hand reaches for his arms, your touch making him blink and meet your gaze once again. “I like you too, Miguel,” 

“If you couldn't tell, I’ve also been sneaking glances at you,” You chuckle, placing one hand on his jaw as Miguel also chuckles, his voice reverberating around the room. “God, they were all right, we’re so oblivious,”

“‘They’?” Miguel grins, his hand holding your wrist, tilting his head against your hand. 

“The others noticed before we did,”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah,” You giggle.

“Wow, okay,” He follows your laugh, bumping his forehead against yours as the two of you laugh. You close your eyes, breathing in the scent that is Miguel, Basking in his warmth as he holds you close. Slowly, as the laughter dies down, you open your eyes, staring into his bright reds. Your hand brings his chin closer, you felt his breath stutter. After months of build-up, Miguel's lips against yours feel explosive. His hands are on your hips, pulling you closer, the reminder of those sharp talons beneath them. One hand reaches to tangle in Miguel’s hair, making him grunt, deepening the kiss. You feel his large hands caressing your sides, sending shivers down your spine. When you two pull back, Miguel's eyes are blown wide while you smirk, licking the remnants of him from your lips. 

“That year-long pining?” You smirk, pulling his shoulder closer, your nose brushing his. “Fucking worth it.”

Requests are open! Reblogs appreciated <;3 

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[manorpunk]

“I don’t know. Whenever we try to do stuff, me and Zoey, half the time she starts crying and freaking out, and she says it’s not my fault and she says she likes me, but…” Saintjohn Hadouken sighed through pinched lips, hard enough to make his cheeks puff, and shook his head, “...feels like I’m hurting her.”

Johnny Newsroom looked off into the distance and took a pensive pull of his vape. “She said she likes you?”

“Yeah. I just don’t know what’s going on.”

Johnny turned his head to look him in the eye. “Have you ever dated a trans gal before?”

Saintjohn shook his head. “I’m fuckin figuring out some shit about myself, bro.”

“It’s… she’s… let’s put it this way. Imagine if your dick looked like a scary clown.”

Saintjohn flinched. “I don’t wanna do that. I don’t wanna use my brain powers for evil.”

Johnny continued. “Imagine if every time you took off your pants, a fucked-up evil clown was staring back at you. Imagine trying to get close to someone while you’re like that. Imagine trying to have a sex life. Imagine just trying to love when you’ve got an evil clown under your pants.”

Saintjohn’s frown seemed to stretch beyond the limits of his face. “Can I stop imagining it now?”

Johnny took another pull from his vape. “I don’t think Zoey gets to stop. Everyone’s got a different relationship to their own body, I don’t know Zoey personally, but...” he trailed off, letting Saintjohn fill in the blanks for himself.

Saintjohn leaned against the side of the motorhome and sighed again. “So what am I supposed to do?”

“Do you love her?” Johnny asked.

A pause.

“She makes me happy. When she laughs at my dumbass jokes, I feel like I just cured cancer.”

Saintjohn smiled as soon as he started talking about her. Johnny knew that smile, he felt its residual warmth, the second-hand joy. He wanted the two of them to be happy. He wanted one good thing to happen in the middle of this disaster. The Midwest Autonomous Zone could burn to the ground all over again. As long as he helped two people fall in love, he would have no regrets.

“And, y’know, I wanna get all up in there,” Saintjohn said.

“Okay. Well. To answer your question. Be patient. Let her do things at her pace. Let her figure herself out. Give her space when she needs it, even if you never want to be away from her. If you mess up - and you probably will, we’re only human - swallow your pride, apologize, and try not to do it again. Trust that it will all work out.”

“That sounds really hard.”

Johnny gave him a wry smile. “That’s love.”

[later]

“I’m sorry,” Zoey sniffed, pulling away from Saintjohn, “I just can’t right now. I don’t know if I’ll ever…”

She buried her head in her hands. Her body shuddered with heavy breaths as she began to cry. Saintjohn looked at her. He considered putting a hand on her shoulder, then lowered his arm and simply sat next to her.

“It’s okay,” Saintjohn said, “I understand. You gotta deal with the evil clown.”

Zoey lifted her head. She was too surprised and confused to keep crying. “What?”

#snippet #heaven is falling

[scekrex]

I saw some of your Adam x readers and really enjoyed them! I was wondering if you could do an Adam x reader where the reader is a trans man but still likes to wear dresses, skirts, and has like either medium length or long hair, but is also insecure about the fact that they won't be seen as a real guy. Have a wonderful day/night!

Omg as a trans guy myself writing this was some sort of healing I swear, I adore you for requesting trans reader! Also I hope you like it!

What it takes to be a man

pairing: Adam x transmale!angel!reader

warnings: a lil angst maybe? It's mainly fluff

note: not beta read bc idc

Things were rough up here in heaven, you thought that once you had died things would get easier but they didn't. Your body was still the same, still wrong. Everything was wrong, to be honest. Your voice was still too high for a guy's voice, your chest was still… well, too big for a man's chest and your curves weren't really helpful either. Waist too small, hip bones too pronounced.

When Adam entered the room you flinched for a moment, but only for a moment because as soon as the man entered the room he took his helmet off and greeted you with a cocky smile, “How’s my babe doing?”

You sent a small smile his way, then looked down to your hands. Yeah, how were you doing? That was actually a pretty good question. Not fine, that much you knew. So you said just that, there was no reason for you to lie to Adam after all, “Y’know I thought things would be different here.”

Adam's smile dropped almost immediately, a serious expression took its place. He put down the helmet on the bedside table and sat down next to you. “Yeah? In which way?”

You inhaled loudly, you tried to find the words, tried to explain how you felt, but it was just so hard to find the correct words to express your feelings. “In a ‘my body is still not it's way,” you then chose to say. “I’ve been struggling with that back on earth and I thought that here it might be different, that I'd get here with the body I feel like I should have been born in, you know?”

Well to be completely honest, Adam didn't know, nor did he fully understand the entire concept of body dysmorphia, but he didn't need to understand it, he was trying his best to keep you happy and that was what counted in the end. “Babes, why does it matter what other people think huh? You feel comfortable in dresses and skirts and those slutty crop tops, fuck, you look so fucking hot wearing them too,” his hand came to rest on your knee. He knew that being seen as a guy by others was a big deal to you, he didn't understand why though.

“No but that's the point, I wanna feel comfortable and confident but then people come up to me and tell me ‘what a pretty lady I am’ and I'm so sick and tired of being seen as a lady when I'm really not. I'm a fucking dude just like you're a dude, why can't people just see that?” It was exhausting, really. Because even when you corrected people they would try to take your identity from you, they usually said things like ‘men don't have long hair the way you do’ or ‘you wanna be a man? Then stop dressing like a woman'.

You weren't trying to be a man, you were a man.

“I see it,” Adam said and shot you a small smirk. Your head snapped sideways to look him in the eyes, “You do?” Adam made a hand gesture that was meant to say ‘Isn’t it obvious?’. “When I look at you I see my handsome boyfriend, you don't give two shits, you dress in what you feel comfortable, you wear your hair in ways that make you feel good and hands down, that's the hottest thing you can do, doesn't make you any less of a man.” His wing wrapped around your back softly, the tips of his feathers wrapped over your shoulder to gently pet your cheek. “You’re the most interesting angel I ever got to meet, babes. Don't let these assholes bring you down just because they can't see the most obvious thing.”

You tilted your head slightly, curiously looking up at your boyfriend, “N that is?” “That you're a motherfucking dude, babes,” he spoke like it was the most obvious thing, and to him personally it was. You've always been you, always been a man, nothing could ever change that. His hand slid smoothly through your hair, pushing the long silky strands out of your face. “And if some fuckface ever tries to claim anything else, you're gonna head straight up to me and I'll handle it, got it?” You knew he meant it and it warmed your heart that he cared so much. You leaned against his arm, your head was resting against his shoulder as you whispered a quiet “Thank you”.

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

[zen-the-dumb]

Iwaizumi heacannons cause he’s hot.

(Split into sections) (I apologize, this one is kinda all over the place and there is alot of variety for what i write on this one. Its some fluff, some angst, y’know.)

Bullied!reader

(Physical bullying)

Someone is getting their shit rocked-

No, but in all seriousness, he knows something is up after a while of seeing a few different signs. These signs being purely physical. He couldnt pick up on any of the mental signs. The signs he picked up on were bruises, you being late whenever you had to go through a certain area of the school to get to somewhere, and being anxious around a certain group of people.

Probably confronts you about it after a few times of seeing the same things over and over again.

During this confrontation, he gets worked up and mad. After you tell him who is bullying you and what’s happening, he takes action to prevent it.

If you’re okay with telling a counselor or teacher:

Iwaizumi will do the talking if you want him to, if not, he’ll just accompany you to be like emotional support.

If you are afraid to tell a counselor or teacher or believe it will bring you more harm:

In this situation, Iwaizumi will devise a plan to protect your from whomever it is hurting you.

This plan will be along the lines of accompanying you wherever and at whatever time it is that these people are bullying you.

If they try to bully you while he’s there, a fight will insue.

(Mental bullying)

**Tw!: mentions of suicide and suicidal thoughts**

He took note of changes in your behavior most likely. However, if you showed no big signs of being bullied, I don’t think he’d be empathetic enough to tell. If you aren't more down than normal, it probably takes a bit.

Once he realises, he is pissed (reasonably so).

He asks you why you wouldn't tell him earlier. He was concerned that you were so scared to tell him for whatever reason.

***TW!: THIS IS THE SUICIDE MENTION PART!***

If you went to the extent of attempting suicide, he stays with you while you heal from the suicide attempt before asking you who pushed you that far. When you tell him, he probably is quite tempted to go beat their ass.

If you had suicidal thoughts but didn't attempt before he got to you, he definitely was still pissed that you had even had the thought of ending your life. He wasn't mad at you for having them, but mad at whoever had tortured you so much that you had contemplated suicide.

**Suicide mention part over**

To help avoid you being tormented, he subtly starts being with you more. And if they torment you when he’s not there, he comforts you after you tell him about it.

If they torment you infront of him, he will rip into them with the insults.

Reader that stims ig? (Sorry, not sure what else to call this)

One day he notices your stimming and asks about it.

After you tell him its a type of physical comfort mechinism, he’s kinda confused for a second and you have to explain why it’s needed for you. (Whether that be sensory overload, social anxiety, overwhelming enviroment, etc.)

Once you explain this to him, he starts taking note sub-consciously of what situations you stim during.

Eventually, he probably memorizes what stims you use for certain things if you have certain stims for different situations.

Defends you if you ever get made fun of for your stimming.

Reader that is afraid of thunder

At first, whenever he sees how anxious you get when the thunderstorm starts, he thinks its kinda silly or you’re joking.

However, whenever he sees you hiding under the blankets or crying or anything like that, he immediately is all comfort.

Probably will cuddle you for comfort you if thats what you want.

Gives you his headphones and turns on music for you or something to distract you or block out the noise of the thunder.

This section is for a Trans male reader. Dysphoria comfort.

Whenever you’re feeling dysphoric, he will give you compliments on your masculine features to distract you from the not masculine features.

If you don't have a binder on at the time, he’ll give you his jacket or one of his shirts to help with dysphoria.

If it’s dysphoria over your legs or hips, he will lend you a hoodie or baggy pair of pants to help.

Will buy you food. No more context.

If anyone dares to misgender you on purpose or dead name you, there will be hell for them to pay.

*_Requests are open, check my blog or profile description for more details_*

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[gerrystamour]

grow back your sharpest teeth (you know my desire)

Rated E | Steddie Week Day 7: Free Space | 5600 Words | Complete

“Wouldn’t you be Ken, though?” Steve had hoped Eddie would ask a question like that and he had to refrain from punching the air and ruining his punchline. “I come with all the coolest accessories, so clearly I’m still Barbie,” Steve retorted, his voice going just a bit deeper as he leaned closer to Eddie. This is my final entry for @steddie-week Day 7: Free Space and holy moly CW: This is a transmasc Steve Harrington fic and he, like me, does not have bottom-dysphoria and the fic refers to his genitalia with a mixture of feminine & masculine terminology. ADDITIONALLY, this fic features a novelty strap-on and breeding kink.

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“This is the dumbest, silliest, most ridiculous idea you’ve ever come up with, Dingus,” Robin said fondly as she followed Steve down the street.

“That’s a lot of words for ‘completely genius,’ Robs,” Steve sniffed indignantly, ignoring Robin’s raised eyebrow.

“So, this has nothing to do with a certain tattoo artist you’ve been trying to seduce for months?” she asked knowingly, and Steve stood up straighter.

When Steve had met Eddie Munson a year ago, he had instantly fallen for him and had lamented that fact to Robin in excruciating detail. They’d met each other when Dustin finally talked Steve into joining a one-shot at his nerdy club thing. Had Dustin disclosed that the DM was literally the hottest man on the planet, Steve would’ve agreed a lot quicker to joining the table.

Not only was Eddie hot, though: he was hilarious and sweet, plus he was a tattoo artist and he played guitar, and Steve was also pretty sure he sang. Either way, Steve was very much into him, and he was sure that the feelings were reciprocated but it was impossible to actually get Eddie alone and ask him out.

Then Robin jokingly brought up getting matching tattoos and Steve had an idea.

See, when Robin “jokingly” mentioned something, that usually meant she was serious about it but was presenting it as a joke to blow it off if someone thought it was stupid. The thing was, Steve never thought her ideas were stupid, especially not the ideas as brilliant as getting matching tattoos of the Barbie logo.

They could go to Eddie for the tattoos, and while Eddie was working on him, Steve could finally talk to him a bit more one-on-one, making his intentions clear. It was perfect.

“Of course, this has something to do with Eddie, but it’s also just a completely genius idea, Robs,” Steve said easily, grinning over at her as they reached the door to the shop.

Once they were inside, Steve took a look around and saw that the place was empty. They were the last appointments of the day, Eddie had said, so Steve wasn’t too shocked.

At the sound of the door chiming, Eddie poked his head out of the office in the back and grinned, his dimples on full display and making Steve’s heart stutter.

“Hey! You’re early,” Eddie said as he walked out to greet them properly. “I’ve got a couple designs done for you to choose from.”

Soon they were huddled around a battered iPad, discussing the designs Eddie drew up based on the Barbie logo until they decided on one that they both liked the best.

“I want mine in baby blue, and Steve wants his in Barbie pink,” Robin said, and Eddie laughed warmly at that.

“Listen, normally I don’t care about the tattoos my clients get, but since you’re friends I’m really curious,” Eddie confessed, gesturing at the design. “Why the Barbie logo?”

Robin laughed a bit nervously and Steve spoke up. “I mean, you know we’re both trans, right? Well, Barbie is the ideal, she’s everything, so especially for Robs here, she’s kind of a huge deal. Y’know?”

Eddie nodded with a grin. “That’s sick, I love it,” he said before turning a sly look at Steve. “Wouldn’t you be Ken, though?”

Steve had hoped Eddie would ask a question like that and he had to refrain from punching the air and ruining his punchline.

“I come with all the coolest accessories, so clearly I’m still Barbie,” Steve retorted, his voice going just a bit deeper as he leaned closer to Eddie.

Just as he’d hoped, Eddie blushed lightly and he glanced at Steve’s mouth, just like he always did when Steve flirted. Then Eddie laughed breathlessly, and he smirked suggestively.

“I bet you do, big boy,” he teased, and Steve had to hold back from cheering loudly as once again, Eddie played into the little script he’d practiced all week.

“You can always come over sometime and see for yourself,” Steve offered almost innocently if not for the way he nudged Eddie’s ankle with his foot. “Maybe even take a couple for a spin?”

Eddie’s eyes widened and his face turned a gorgeous shade of red before he cleared his throat. “Stevie, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were asking me out,” Eddie said with an almost nervous laugh and Steve nearly screamed in frustration. Why was this man so oblivious?

“You apparently don’t actually know better,” Steve pressed then added firmly, “I wouldn’t say no to taking you out for dinner.”

Eddie blinked at Steve, his mouth falling open before he closed it quickly with a click. “Okay, yeah, sure,” Eddie said, sounding a bit strangled as he glanced at Steve’s mouth and then he stood up. “I’m going to print the stencils and we’ll get started?”

“Sounds good!” Robin said brightly. The moment Eddie disappeared into his office she turned on Steve with a shocked expression. “I cannot actually believe—oh my god, is that the Harrington Charm you’re always going on about?”

Steve smirked a bit, more than a little bit smug. “I mean, yeah,” he said with a heavy dose of fake modesty.

“Wow, that was… wow,” Robin huffed with an incredulous laugh.

When Eddie returned, they returned to the friendly banter they normally had, though there were more than a few lingering glances between him and Steve. Robin went first, getting hers done on her ribs which she didn’t even flinch through. Steve was impressed.

Once hers was done, she had to leave for work, which meant Steve would be alone with Eddie for the duration of his own tattoo.

Which, again, Steve had sort of planned.

But Steve kept it professional, platonic, while Eddie worked on his tattoo. Steve was getting his done on his back, just over his right shoulder blade. When it was done and Steve had paid for both tattoos, Eddie grabbed his wrist.

“Are you seriously asking me out?” Eddie asked, his face unsure.

Steve blinked at him for a bit before he nodded. “Yeah, Eds, I’ve been trying to ask you out since I met you,” he admitted with a laugh when Eddie’s eyes widened.

“Why, though?” Eddie asked, his voice a bit guarded.

That threw Steve off. Eddie always seemed confident, untouchable, out-of-reach. “Because you’re funny, you’re really sweet, you have an amazing smile, and you’re hot as hell,” Steve listed quickly and easily, shrugging slightly. “I’ve been really into you since I met you, man.”

Eddie laughed a bit, disbelieving but happy sounding. “Okay, I’d—I want to go out with you, but I’m a bit of a life’s-short-eat-dessert-first kind of guy, so…” Eddie trailed off, raising his eyebrows at Steve suggestively.

Steve leaned over the counter, bringing their faces close together. “You wanna go for a ride before I wine and dine you, Eddie?” he asked in a low, teasing voice and Eddie actually choked.

“Jesus H Christ, Stevie, you’re actually gonna kill me,” Eddie admitted with a weak laugh.

“You want me to stop?” he asked genuinely.

“Fuck, no, please don’t,” Eddie said quickly, shaking his head a bit.

With a laugh, Steve nodded. “How does next Saturday night sound?”

“I’ll have to check my calendar,” Eddie said with a dimpled grin. “I’ll text you.”

“Sounds perfect, Eds,” Steve replied as he leaned even closer over the counter. “Can I kiss you?”

Eddie’s breath whooshed out of him, but he nodded almost frantically, and Steve wasted no time closing the distance between them.

It was a quick kiss, almost chaste if not for the hungry groan Steve let out just before he pulled back. Eddie chased the kiss, but he was stopped by the counter when Steve took a step back toward the door. “See you on Saturday,” he said and then he left the shop.

It was only when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket with Eddie’s text message that Steve actually allowed himself to celebrate his win.

Eddie was absolutely not freaking out. That would be ridiculous. It’s not like he’d never slept with a guy way too hot for him before.

It would be the first time he slept with a guy that was way too hot for him and also a friend, though.

See, he was very much into Steve Harrington ever since that first time he played D&D with his club. The moment Dustin strolled in with Steve in tow, Eddie’s fate was sealed, and he resigned himself to pining after him forever. The constant stream of flirting wasn’t lost on Eddie, but there was no way Steve could be meaning it.

Eddie knew he wasn’t ugly or anything, but he also wasn’t hot, at least not on the same level as Steve. He knew his good angles for photos, and he knew how to style himself best, but he didn’t have the effortless looks like Steve. Eddie didn’t wake up looking gorgeous like Steve likely did.

Aside from that, Eddie was an absolute nerd, a weirdo, and Steve was as normal as they came. Sure, Steve played one-shots with Hellfire, but he never asked to join the actual party or anything like that. Plus, the moment Eddie got too excited about one of his nerdy books, shows, movies, or whatever, he knew Steve would take off.

Despite Steve’s flirting, the man exuded “vanilla” and while Eddie would definitely still enjoy that, he knew it was only a matter of time before Steve would find out his true desires. If Steve ever saw his collection of toys at home…

Which is why he’s going over to Steve’s place. Nothing crazy to scare anyone off before they got off at least once. Eddie could absolutely pretend to be normal for one, maybe two hook-ups. He would definitely be ignoring the little pang in his chest about only sleeping with Steve a couple times.

All that mattered was he was spending the night at Steve’s, and he was probably going to have the best sex of his life and he would be fine walking away from that.

Arriving at Steve’s apartment, Eddie knocked and waited a bit anxiously for Steve to answer. The moment the door opened, Eddie smoothed his expression into something cockier as he leaned against the door frame, smirking as Steve smiled brightly at him.

“Heya, how’s it going, big boy?” he asked, voice low and suggestive.

Steve laughed and to Eddie’s surprise, he pulled Eddie in for a sweet kiss. “Better now that you’re here,” Steve murmured against his lips before dragging him inside.

“You hit all the guys you seduce with that corny line, Stevie?” Eddie asked a bit breathlessly as Steve pushed his leather jacket off his shoulders. Steve just chuckled as he moved his mouth to Eddie’s throat and ran his hands up underneath his shirt.

“Only the very special guys,” Steve hummed directly into Eddie’s ear as he walked him further into the apartment. Eddie’s gut fluttered at that, and he tried to calm himself down.

Everything became a bit of a whirlwind after that, between grasping hands, greedy mouths, and rolling hips but eventually Eddie’s senses returned to him. They were sprawled across Steve’s bed, Eddie on his back with the other man on top of him with his hip rocking against Eddie’s dick. Both of them were completely naked, actually humping each other like teenagers as they panted into the sloppy kiss they shared.

Eddie snapped out of his daze and grabbed Steve’s hips, stilling his perfect, rolling motion and gasped, “Whoa, tiger. Let’s slow down a bit, or we’re gonna be done before we even start.”

“Tsk, aw, you can only come once?” Steve asked with an exaggerated little frown, his tone teasing but there was an edge of meanness to it that had a thrill rocketing through Eddie. “Can’t relate at all.”

Steve pushed up and crawled back just enough to stop touching Eddie’s cock and properly straddling his thigh. Hooking a hand under Eddie’s thigh, Steve brought his leg up to press firmly against the hot, wet mess of curls between his legs. With a happy little groan, Steve pinned Eddie’s hips against the bed, bracing himself with that contact, and started rocking his dick against his leg in earnest.

All Eddie could do was lay there while Steve moved, his hips moving in a sinful, swiveling motion that hinted at what Eddie had to look forward to. At that thought, Eddie groaned and reached up to run his hands over Steve’s stomach and chest. He thumbed the tattooed leaves and vines that followed the thin scars below Steve’s pecs, and Eddie relished the way Steve groaned at his light touch.

Steve let out another desperate sound as his stomach tensed, and Eddie was brought back to the present moment. Looking down, Eddie let out a thick groan at the shine of Steve’s slick spread over the tattooed skin of his thigh. Steve was so wet, and Eddie wanted to taste him there, to pull Steve up over his face and fucking drown himself with it.

A second later, a punched-out, shattered cry burst out of Steve’s throat, and he rocked hard and erratically against Eddie’s leg. Steve was beautiful when he came, with his perfect mouth open with his strangled noises and his strong brow furrowed, a pretty pink blush staining his cheeks, down his throat, and across his chest.

It was such a gorgeous sight, Eddie wanted to see it again, immediately.

Eddie reached up to wrap a hand around the back of Steve’s head, tangling in his thick hair and pulling him down for a hungry kiss. Dropping his leg, Eddie reached between Steve’s thighs with his other hand and began working his dick between his fingers. Steve was making delicious little noises against Eddie’s lips, rocked down to meet Eddie’s hand.

Pulling away from the kiss, Eddie asked, “Inside okay?”

“Yeah,” Steve moaned, and Eddie immediately slid two fingers further back and into Steve’s cunt.

Eddie didn’t waste any time in searching for Steve’s sweet spot, crooking his fingers at the same time he angled his thumb to continue working Steve’s dick.

The noise that tumbled from Steve’s throat and into Eddie’s mouth was intoxicating, and Eddie doubled his efforts. Steve’s cunt clenched around his fingers and Eddie pulled Steve’s head back enough to watch his face as he came with a shuddering whine.

Steve’s second release was just as beautiful. Some part of him wanted his phone so he could take a picture so he could see it again in the future.

“Okay, enough,” Steve groaned, reaching down to push Eddie’s hand away and climbing off of him to lounge back on his elbows. A suggestive expression settled across Steve’s features as he said, “There’s some shelves in the closet over there. How about you go choose your ride?”

If Eddie wasn’t so aroused, he’d be embarrassed at how quickly he clambered off the bed.

The moment Eddie stepped into the walk-in closet; he was first taken aback by the sea of polos while he searched for the shelves in question. When his eyes landed on them finally, he very nearly choked on his own tongue.

See, Eddie figured Steve had a decent collection of strap-ons if he was bragging so brazenly all this time, and he assumed it was a variation of sizes, textures, and features like vibrators and the like. What he never even considered was that Steve was a freak like him. Yet there he was standing in Steve’s closet looking at a collection of dildos that looked very similar to the ones Eddie used on himself at home. Except there was a lot more than Eddie was able to afford on his modest paycheque.

To put it simply, almost every single cock was a novelty cock. There were fat dragon cocks, long werewolf cocks with mouth-watering knots, tentacles of varying softnesses and lengths. Some Steve had doubles of, and the only difference was that the one had a cum-tube and the other didn’t. One of the werewolf cocks was repeated in every size possible except for the smallest.

On the bottom shelf were the normal dildos that Eddie had expected which gave that illusion of choice that had his stomach doing somersaults. Eddie could go for the normal ones, play at being normal for the night and gradually ease into the freaky shit with Steve. But his eyes kept returning to the shelf practically dedicated to all the cocks with knots, particularly the one Steve had in all the sizes.

Deciding on the werewolf one was easy enough, but choosing the size was tough. Looking closer, he noticed that Steve had ordered these cocks with a cum-tube, but only in the medium, large, and extra-large ones. The ones where the knots were at least as wide as a fucking soda can.

So, Steve was a freak freak. Eddie was maybe actually in love.

“You good in there, Eds?” Steve called, and the knowing tone in his voice had shame burning hot in Eddie’s gut, making his cock fucking leak.

“Y-yeah,” Eddie replied, clearing his throat as he grabbed the medium werewolf cock with the cum-tube, feeling his blush down to his bellybutton. He could absolutely take the bigger ones—and did so fairly often at home with the ones he owned—but he had never had the pleasure of someone else fucking him with a cock that large. It was better to start a little smaller, right?

Stepping back out into the bedroom, Eddie had to work to maintain eye-contact as he held the dildo out to Steve.

The toothy, broad grin that split Steve’s face had Eddie’s legs shaking under his weight. “The medium, huh?” Steve hummed knowingly as he slid off the bed and stood so close to Eddie, they were almost touching. Looking Eddie up and down appraisingly, Steve added, “I was sure you’d choose the large at least.”

Eddie opened his mouth to argue, but all that came out was a choked-off whine as a new wave of shame sent more heat rushing south. Somehow this asshole—this hot, amazing, freak of an asshole—had him figured out completely and they were barely even friends.

“Figured we could save that for next time, hm?” Eddie said without consciously deciding to do so, and Steve’s wolfish grin softened around the edges, his eyes bright with something other than lust.

“Next time, huh? Haven’t even got my cock in you and you’re planning for next time?” Steve asked teasingly as he took the dildo from Eddie, and his grin turned wicked again as he realized it was one with a cum-tube. Steve practically purred as he asked, “Oh, Eddie. You want me to breed you?”

Eddie couldn’t have responded to that question any other way if he wanted to. “Fuck, please,” he all but moaned, shivering under Steve’s heated gaze.

Steve leaned in as if to kiss Eddie, but stopped short and said, “How about you get comfy on the bed while I get ready.”

Then Steve slapped his ass and slipped past him into the closet to grab one of the leather harnesses.

Eddie almost stood there and watched Steve get ready, but getting on the bed also had its merits. Scrambling back onto it, he realized there was a stack of towels on the edge. That meant a few things, all of which had Eddie spiraling for different reasons.

Firstly, it meant that Steve was either prepared with towels near his bed on principle, or he had enough time to grab them while Eddie blue-screened choosing a cock to rearrange his guts with. The former was so endearing it hurt Eddie’s heart, and the latter was honestly a bit embarrassing.

Secondly, Steve knew this was going to be messy, possibly even guessed from the start that Eddie would choose a cock that could inject a bunch of lube deep into his ass. That was a lot to unpack, especially with how much it had his cock weeping onto the comforter.

Remembering his actual task, he debated how to set himself up for Steve. The other man didn’t tell him what to do with himself, just to get comfy, so it was up to Eddie. Part of him wanted to be facing Steve, but that felt too intimate, too soon.

With a shudder, Eddie piled up all the pillows under the comforter then laid two towels over it. Then Eddie settled on his elbows and knees above the pile with a sigh, his chest sinking into the pillows comfortably. It was enough to make Eddie blush even deeper, having his ass on full display while he was virtually alone in an unfamiliar bedroom. The thought of Steve stepping out of the closet and seeing him like that on the bed—

“Holy shit, Eds.”

Eddie wasn’t sure when it had happened, but his eyes had closed. Opening them quickly, he looked over and nearly came at the sight of Steve wearing the cock of his dreams, held on with a light-pink leather harness. The syringe for the cum-tube was held against Steve’s skin under one of the straps, and Eddie could tell Steve had prepared a full load by how far the plunger was pulled out.

Steve’s expression was equal parts awed and lustful as his eyes traveled over his body, and Eddie almost wanted to hide. There was nothing so special about him for someone like Steve to be looking at Eddie like that.

Then that predatory grin returned in full force as Steve climbed onto the bed behind Eddie, dropping a bottle of lube next to Eddie’s knee. That smile was going to be the star of Eddie’s fantasies for the rest of life.

“Presenting yourself so pretty for me already, sweetheart?” Steve cooed, the affection in his tone in direct contrast to the rough way he groped Eddie’s ass apart and exposed his hole even more.

“Steve,” Eddie whined when the rough pad of Steve’s thumb pressed flat across his entrance, teasing at pushing in dry.

“What, baby?” Steve asked, taking his thumb away to spit almost directly on his hole.

“Oh, holy shit,” Eddie practically squeaked out, his cock throbbing at the sensation of Steve’s saliva sliding down his taint as the thumb returned to massage his entrance again.

“You like that, sweetheart?” Steve purred, and while it was worded like a question, it was absolutely said as a statement. It was an observation.

“Steve, please, fuck me,” Eddie begged, tears springing to his eyes when he felt Steve’s cock slide against his inner thigh.

“Gotta prepare you first, Eds,” Steve responded, his tone smug as he grabbed the lube to slick his fingers.

“Won’t need much,” Eddie whimpered as the first digit slid easily into him.

Steve laughed at that a bit. “You get fucked like this regularly?” he asked, and Eddie shuddered as a second finger pressed into him.

“N-no, only on my own, with my own t-toys,” Eddie managed to gasp out as he rocked back against the fingers gently fucking him.

Steve groaned. “You have a cock like mine at home?” he asked, his voice a low growl.

“Y-yeah,” Eddie replied with a moan as a third finger pushed inside.

Finally, Steve’s fingers curled downward sharply, nailing Eddie’s prostate with scary accuracy and dragging a scream from his throat. “How often do you fuck yourself on my cock without me, sweetheart?” Steve asked, voice thick with his want.

The way that was worded, the implication of possession, had Eddie panting even more than the stimulation against his prostate did. “Often e-enough,” he whimpered in response, eyes rolling back when Steve spread his fingers in his hole.

“You are pretty loose,” Steve agreed with an edge to his tone that was just mean enough for Eddie’s cock to throb hotly. “But you’ve never had someone else give it to you?”

“Never, I promise, never,” Eddie gasped out, and caught up as he was in the moment, Eddie looked over his shoulder with a shy flutter of his lashes. “You’re my first, Stevie.”

For the first time that evening, Eddie seemed to actually catch Steve off guard, leaving the gorgeous man speechless as he stared down at him. Steve’s jaw was clenched, and nostrils flared while he took a few controlled breaths.

“Stevie?” Eddie prompted, rocking back onto the fingers that had stilled inside him.

Eddie’s voice seemed to do the trick in snapping Steve out of his thoughts. Withdrawing his fingers, he got started on slicking the length of his cock to the knot with a liberal amount of lube. The sound of his hand on it was absolutely obscene, it was so wet.

After a few moments, Steve spat on Eddie’s hole again and grinned at the way Eddie whimpered, then he was lining up and pushing inside.

It hurt, of course it did, but it was definitely on the good side of hurt. Eddie’s entire world narrowed onto the cock splitting his ass open, the way the girth widened as it slid into him. Once again, Eddie found that his eyes were screwed shut without him consciously choosing to close them. Blinking rapidly and looking over his shoulder, Eddie groaned thickly at the way Steve was watching his cock slowly sink into him.

“Steve, please, faster,” Eddie whined, shaking with the effort not to rock back and take Steve’s cock the rest of the way. “I can take it, please.”

“Don’t be greedy, Eddie,” Steve scolded lightly, not even looking away from where they were connected. “I want to watch your pretty hole struggle to take my cock every inch of the way.”

“Stevie,” Eddie sobbed desperately, blushing all the way to his chest.

When Steve stopped at the thickest point of the length, Eddie shook. He was so full, the stretch of his hole around Steve overwhelming, the burn of it driving him insane. Eddie’s hole clenched around the girth, struggling to adjust, and he let out a low whine.

At that, Steve sighed and snapped his hips forward. Eddie choked as the knot was pressed flush against his hole, the length of Steve thick and heavy inside him.

“Gonna fuck you now, sweetheart,” Steve cooed, and Eddie’s eyes rolled back.

“Please, please, fuck me,” he gasped, shuddering as Steve slowly begins to pull out.

Steve chuckled darkly. “Not gonna be gentle with you,” he said, voice low and growling.

“Promise?” Eddie asked a bit cheekily, looking over his shoulder to meet Steve’s positively hungry look.

Just like that, what control Steve had over himself snapped and his hips began to move. As Eddie guessed, Steve’s thrusting movements earlier were foreshadowing for the main event, and Christ was it fucking amazing. Eddie could barely breathe as Steve fucked him relentlessly, his hands on Eddie’s hips dragging him back to meet his thrusts.

Eddie was getting loud with his pleasure, punched-out little half-screams exploding from his throat. Remembering that Steve lived in an apartment and likely had neighbours, Eddie bit the pillow his chest was pressed into, muffling himself a bit.

“No,” Steve growled, and then there was a hand twisting into Eddie’s hair and pulling, lifting Eddie’s face out of the pillow. “Let me hear you.”

“Your neighbours—”

“Are gonna know just how good you feel,” Steve interrupted, and he added an extra movement to his thrusts that had his cock nailing Eddie’s prostate on every slide inward.

“Steve, please, please, please,” Eddie babbled, feeling his release building hot and heavy in his gut. He didn’t want to come until he had Steve’s knot inside him, but he couldn’t get the words out, too busy sobbing Steve’s name. It didn’t help that Steve was now using his hair as leverage.

“What is it, Eds?” Steve asked and he stopped at the next thrust, pressing the knot against him but not pushing it in. Eddie whimpered, tears falling down his cheeks as Steve knew but refused to oblige.

“Please, Steve, want it,” Eddie managed to gasp out.

“Want what?” Steve asked knowingly, almost meanly.

Eddie whimpered and rocked back against the knot. “Want it,” was all he could say to articulate his needs. “All of it, please, all of it inside.”

“You want my knot, baby?” Steve groaned, and Eddie felt him pick up the bottle of lube. He could feel a thick stream of the slick stuff pooling against his hole and the knot until it was spilling down his thighs.

“Yes, yes, Steve, I want your knot,” Eddie sobbed, tears streaming down his face now.

“Gonna give it to you, baby, don’t you worry,” Steve promised, rocking against Eddie with a bit more purpose, each shift becoming a more insistent push. “Gonna seal you with it and pump you full of my pups, huh?”

Eddie let out an almost hysterical giggle at that, overwhelmed by just how much that was doing for him, how hot it was to imagine even for a second. “Please,” he practically wailed as Steve pushed and the thickest part of the knot was stretching his hole.

“Please, what, Eds?” Steve asked knowingly, meanly even, and Eddie let out another one of his hysterical giggles.

“Give it to me, give me the knot, want it so bad, wanna feel it inside me, want you to fucking breed me, please—” Eddie was cut off with a choked grunt as Steve pushed the rest of the way in, the knot sliding in and nestling just so against Eddie’s prostate.

Steve pulled back a bit and the way the knot pulled on Eddie’s hole had him seeing stars. With a chuckle, Steve shook his hips side to side and seemed greatly amused at the way Eddie was forced to follow the motion.

“Touch yourself, Eds,” Steve ordered, and immediately Eddie had a hand underneath himself, stroking his cock in desperate, frantic motions. He had never needed to come this badly in his life.

Then Steve pressed his hips flush against Eddie’s ass, sliding the massive cock inside him deeper, and swiveling his hips in such a way that the knot was relentless pressure against Eddie’s prostate. Distantly, Eddie was aware that he was babbling nonsense, practically screaming it as his release came barreling closer.

“Here it comes, sweetheart,” Steve groaned, and that’s when Eddie felt the bloom of something warm and wet deep inside him.

And that did it.

Eddie didn’t even try to strangle the scream that exploded out of him as he came, shuddering violently as he clenched tightly around Steve’s girth while his release spilled over his hand and thighs and the towel underneath him.

With a dark chuckle, Steve pulled until the knot popped out and Eddie whimpered pitifully. Then he began to move again, as if he was about to fuck Eddie like he hadn’t just had the biggest orgasm of his life. The sound of Steve’s cock moving in and out of his bred hole was absolutely obscene, and Eddie could feel his own dick trying to get hard again.

“Can’t—” Eddie gasped, reaching back with his messy hand to stop Steve, and the other man immediately acquiesced.

“My turn, I think,” Steve agreed and suddenly Eddie was empty and Steve wasn’t touching him anymore, which was not what he wanted at all.

Then Steve rolled Eddie over onto his back and crawled up his body until he was straddling his face. If Steve was wet earlier when he was riding Eddie’s thigh, he was absolutely drenched now. Eddie thought back to earlier when he had imagined himself drowning in the wetness of Steve’s cunt, and Eddie wondered if the other man could literally read minds.

“C’mon Eds, put that mouth to good use,” Steve teased, grabbing Eddie’s hair and lowering himself to his lips.

Eddie immediately responded, lapping and sucking at Steve’s dick with purpose. Staring dazedly up the perfect, long line of Steve’s torso, Eddie happily watched him writhe and moan.

With a groan, Eddie lifted one hand to slip two fingers into Steve’s cunt curling them until Steve jolted with a sharp gasp.

“Oh, fuck,” Steve groaned, one hand twisting in Eddie’s hair as the other held onto the headboard.

Staring up at Steve through his lashes, Eddie squirmed as he felt Steve’s “load” start to trickle out of him, adding more to the mess of lube between his cheeks and on the bed. The sensation was uncomfortable, but it also served as an intimate reminder of what they did and that had Eddie’s cock trying to get hard again.

Before Eddie could think too much more about it, however, Steve’s grip in his hair became punishing and then he was coming, his cunt pulsing around Eddie’s fingers. Dutifully, Eddie worked him through it, continuing for as long as Steve would let him, which seemed to work just fine with Steve.

Steve finally lifted himself away from Eddie’s mouth after he came a third time on his tongue and fingers, his eyes shut as he collected himself. Eddie was in heaven, virtually floating where he laid on the bed staring up at the ceiling. Half of Eddie’s face was wet with Steve’s slick and the rest of his face was coated in sweat, his long, curly hair sticking to the dampness over his face.

Collapsing onto the bed next to Eddie, Steve laughed breathlessly. “That was fucking hot,” he said, grinning over at Eddie.

Eddie chuckled and nodded. “The hottest,” he agreed, already considering how soon they could meet up again for round two, or if he should just cut the crap and go on a proper date with the other man.

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I cast “Become a tot” on the older mean leo

I thank you anon you've given me the perfect opportunity to bring this little chaotic shit in @tmntaucompetition

“Leon what did you do?” Leon turns his head around and glares at his twin. 

“What makes you think I had anything to do with it?” 

Even behind the fake moustache and glasses Leon can still see the look Donnie shoots at him, one of “I don’t believe the shit you're telling me Nardo;  Leon scoffs and looks down at the angry looking tot who’s glaring at him. 

“With you?” He arches a sharpie brow.

Leon grins showing his teeth and a slight growl rumbles out. “I take offence at that”

“Mhm I’m sure you do. He says sarcastically” Donnie narrows his eyes at him, “so dear brother. What did you do?”

“I don’t do anything! Someone pointed and said something at him and then, poof” Leon hesitates to the tot standing near three empty trans darts. “He’s like 2 inches tall”

Donnie looks down and he furrows his brows while he bends, reaching for the tranqs. There was a sudden low hiss as Donnie got closer. They all froze and stared at CLeo. The tot was tense as he stared at the soft shell, sharp baby teeth on full display. Donnie stayed still and brought his hands up slowly as he backed away, it was like he was dealing with a stray animal. 

Leon doesn't see the difference really. 

“Can’t say I wasn’t expecting that considering.” The soft shell murmurs.  

And yeah, Leon can agree. CLeo is still giving Tello the cold shoulder and the older soft-shell is just sulking in his lab.

“Y’know, you're much more likeable like this” he grins as he reaches down, only to yelp and clutch his hand to his plastron. There’s some blood on his palm from where CLeo bit him.

“Can’t say you didn’t deserve that Nardo” Donnie chuckles as he crosses his arms, eyeing the tot warily. Yuichi hovers to the side of him as he looks at the tot. 

“Your not a turtle your a shark, you little ankle biter” CLeo looks up at him, face clean of CLeo’s own scars he wore as an adult; as well as his extra markings, all that was left in its place was the nick above his left eye and on the right side of his chin. Scars that have faded with time on Leon’s own face. 

CLeo growls and it’s the curliest thing he’s ever heard. Ignoring the dull ache in his hands he can help but coo, and it seems Yuichi and Donnie arnt  immune as well, Yuichi has a twinkle in his eye as he crouches and Leon can see Donnie pulling out his phone. 

Blackmail material, why didn’t I think of that. He muses. 

CLeo growls again and a chirp breaks free from Leon’s own mouth, shocking all of them. They all stare at each other before Donnie and Yuichi burst out laughing, Leon can feel his face heating up as he sinks into his hoodie. 

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up you asses” 

”Ha! This is too good” Donnie chuckles as he points his phone at Leon, grin spread wide. Leon can see Donnie mime ‘smile’ and Leon flips his finger at him. 

He looks so stupid with the fake moustache and glasses. Leon wished Mikey had taken paints to that Einstein outfit. 

“There’s no shame in it kappa” Yuchi chuckles softly and Leon’s face gets hotter. “It’s only instinct” he grins cockily -and he pointedly ignores the butterflies in his stomach- as he holds CLeo in his arms. 

The tot looks content and he blinks sleepily at Leon, even as a tot CLeo still has that sharp look in his eyes. And he stares from under heavily lidded eyes at him and Leon cant help the shudder run through his body, memories of the fights rushing to the forefront of his mind.

“Awww the ankle bitter still tired” humming smugly, forcing himself to ignore the flashes of memories.

“You did unload three tranqs into him. And he was just waking up before he was turned," Yuichi murmurs as he pulls the dozing tot closer. 

“What do you mean three?” Looking over to Donnie he sees the furrowed brows. “Well, you see” Leon rubs the back of his neck. 

“Nardo” the purple turtle growls as he slowly steps closer to Yuichi, bringing his gauntlet arm up to scan the tot. 

“Alright alright. Jeez” he clears his throat. “You said he couldn’t fight, you remember what happened last time someone was in his way” Leon points to both of them

“I remember very clearly,” his twin says. 

“And you gave me them for times like this” Leon throws his arms wide, gesturing to the fight going on.

“I did,  but what I didn’t expect my dumb dumb of a brother was to use all three at the same time” he bit out. 

Eugh boy. 

“C’mon, what harm can it do? Especially with his biology” he explains. 

“Sigh” Donnie rubs his temples having finished the scan. “Even so, Nardo. He’s a tot now, and even with his biology;  those tranqs were designed for someone who was bigger, not this” he points towards the sleeping tot in the rabbits arms. 

Leon falters. Cleo looks peaceful for once. 

“It's not like I meant to, how’d I know this was going to happen?” He growls, not liking the idea the Donnie thinks he did this on purpose. 

“I’m not saying you did, I’m just telling you that it could be dangerous, but luckily for us, it seems he had already burnt through the minority of it.” 

Leon cringes, already burnt through most of it. He had even been down for 15 mins. 

“I get it oaky, I’m not as stupid as you think” 

Donnie looks at him, really looks at him and goes to open his mouth but the beeping of his head gear stops him. Looking at his gauntlet he sighs. 

“Excuse me, lesser me is calling,'' with that, he turns away from them. 

“Ahh I was wondering when you’d call” Donnie drones.

Looking back at the rabbit  he sees Yuchi gently rocking the tot, humming softly as he stares down at the sleeping turtle. Leon blinks, heart fluttering. 

“You look happy” he jokes quietly, even with all the chaos going on around them, it’s peaceful. 

“Mhm I haven’t had to deal with children since I left Japan. Even in the Usagi clan there were always children running about. Since being older, I was usually the one having to wrangle them, they can be a lot but I enjoyed it. Always found a way to make me laugh.”

The smile Yuichi wore was gentle as he reminisced, the rabbit's ears twitched and a grin spread across his face.  Leaning his head to the side he leans closer to CLeo he chuckles. 

“Hey, c’mere” stepping closer he leans his head down. He doesn't hear anything at first, their surroundings filled with shouts and explosions but even so, the more he listens the more he can hear the soft purr. 

Oh he’s getting so much black tail material for this. 

“Think he remembers?” The rabbit asks. 

“What before he got turned?”  Leon eyes the tot, god he hopes he doesn't remember. 

Yuchi aborts his shrug so he doesn't describe the turtle, “ before, after.”

“Mhm I don’t plan to stick around after he’s back to normal,” he snorts, “hoping he goes back to normal.” he corents

Yuichi cringes, ”how is this even possible” he comments. 

“I mean, with this place,” Leo gestures around them, “anything is possible”. Yuchi hums and they lapse into silence again.  

 “The others are gonna have a field day with this”

 Leon snorts, that they can agree on. 

“He feels cold” Yuichi furrows his brows.

Leon looks on, and then a smug mischievous grin spreads across his face. “Ohh i have something he can wear”. Yuichi has a look of concern on his face and brings the turtle closer to his chest, angling his body away from Leon.

“Don't be mean” 

Scoffing Leon places a blooded hand on his plastron, “Moi?” 

wow this got long... also please ignore any mistakes

#tmnt au competition #tmnt au propaganda #forgive me #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise leo #rottmnt leo #future leo #forgive me leon #forgive me usagi #forgive me tot #forgive me donnie #rottmnt donnie #rise donnie #rottmnt leonardo #rise usagi

[melancholicheart]

All This Time- Chapter 6

cw: trans male pregnancy (past, mentioned), angst, miscommunication, fluff and happy ending

Two weeks have passed and they have been- hectic, for want of a better word.

Simon got in touch with Price, using a mobile of all things, and Johnny fumed at the fact they’re using mobiles now after all he went through trying to contact base.

Regardless, Price- and subsequently Gaz- were informed of everything. From Elizabeth, to the General, to Johnny himself and how he’s doing and it’s safe to say, Price was incredibly pissed too. So pissed, in fact, that he and Gaz have put work aside momentarily to launch an internal investigation with the help of Laswell.

They said they would keep in touch but these two weeks have passed without a peep from the 141 so Simon and Johnny are making assumptions that they’re busy working on it, scrounging up as much info as possible.

As morning rolls around, Johnny finds himself coming around at a distinctly later time that usual, which is all thanks to Simon. Johnny was used to the 5:30AM starts, working on breakfast and cleaning before Elizabeth would wake but now, it’s 8AM and Johnny’s never felt as well-rested.

He wakes to an empty bed, suddenly an unusual feat, as he feels around for Simon.

That’s another change. Somehow Simon has ended up sharing a bed with Johnny again and neither of them are complaining about it. There were brief words of ‘the couch isn’t that comfy, y’know, and the bed’s big enough’ and that’s all it took.

So lying in an empty bed feels strange despite the last five years being spent in an oversized empty bed. He’s quick to his feet, running quickly through his morning routine, before going to find his daughter and Simon.

He knows the second he steps out of his room to use the bathroom that they’re in Elizabeth’s room. The door is slightly ajar, light on and voices bouncing off the walls as they speak in relatively hushed whispers. Johnny is quick to join them.

Johnny pokes his head around the door, not disturbing the two but watching as they play. They have their backs to the door and Elizabeth is sat on Simon’s knee. His arm is draped over her legs as she doodles all over his arm.

There’s little creatures, ants and butterflies namely, scattered over his wrist. Up towards his elbow there’s little dinosaur looking things and just below the crease of his elbow, there’s a pretty good drawing of a flower (for an almost 5 year old, anyway).

“You’re just like your Papa,” Simon mumbles. His other arm is round her back, holding her still on his leg so she doesn’t topple backwards, “Always doodling. Your Dad used to colour in my tattoos when he was bored.”

“Papa always lets me doodle! I like it.”

“You’re very good at it sweetheart. The flower is excellent.” Simon says.

“It’s a daisy!”

“So it is.” Simon chuckles, staring at his arm that looks more like an abstract art piece than a limb at that point.

Johnny makes himself known then, stepping into the room and perching on the edge of Elizabeth’s bed. He takes a closer look at the drawings and smiles, “My, my! Who drew all these masterpieces?”

Elizabeth beams, “I did it, Papa!”

“I would pay millions for them, put them up in a gallery if I could!” Johnny exaggerates, making Lizzie giggle.

“You can’t put my arm in a gallery,” Simon argues, “I need it!”

Johnny almost makes a crude joke before remembering little ears are around, “Yeah, I’m sure you do. Should we go and get some breakfast?”

Johnny picks Elizabeth up and sits her on his hip, giving her a cuddle like he does every morning. Simon makes his way to the kitchen and starts poking around for food, “Not got so much in,” Simon says. He opens the fridge and gets the milk out. He sniffs it and grimaces before slamming the lid back on, “Can’t even have a brew.”

“I suppose we’ll have to go food shopping then,” Johnny sighs. A groan tumbles from his lips, “Again!”

Simon shakes his head, “Don’t worry, I’ll sort it. You and Lizzie stay here, I know you said you’ve got some things to talk about with her.”

Johnny ponders for a moment. He’s been wondering what to do about the entire ‘Simon’ thing and he spoke to him about what he wants to do. Simon said he’s more than willing to leave the army, move nearby and be a parent but Johnny wants to hear with Elizabeth has to say. He doesn’t expect much, not from a 4 year old, but he wants to give her a chance to ask questions either way.

“Alright. I’ll make you a list. We need more soap but you have to get the sensitive one because she gets rashes really easily.” Johnny says, picking Elizabeth up and sitting her on the counter in front of him.

Simon already knows the one, he uses it on his own skin since he is prone to outbreaks of his eczema. He lets Johnny make the list regardless. He lets him leave with a promise of sending him the money but Simon shrugs him off and says, “I think it’s about time I helped out.”

Once he is gone, Johnny manages to scrounge a small breakfast together, just apples and yoghurt for him and Elizabeth but he hardly touches it whilst he talks to her.

“Lizzie, darling, can me and you have a big grown up talk?” He asks.

She nods, dipping her apples into the yoghurt and kicking her feet about whilst she eats them.

“Now Daddy is here, I want to know how you’re feeling?” Johnny asks.

“Wha’ you mean?” She mumbles around a mouthful of food.

“I mean are you happy? I know you missed him before but I want to make sure you’re happy he’s here, and that you like him.”

Now her nods are more vigorous, “Yeah Papa! I like him, he’s nice! He tells silly jokes, like you.”

Johnny chuckles a little, “That’s what happens when you become a Dad, they give you a book on the silliest jokes to tell your babies.”

“You’re lyin’!”

“Okay, maybe a little, but it is a thing! The best jokes come to you when you’re a Dad.” Johnny says.

“So, is Daddy gonna go back fightin’ again?” She asks. Johnny takes a moment to eat some of his own breakfast as he thinks of a response.

“I don’t know yet, there’s a lot of grown up stuff to sort out but I know Daddy wants to be here with you, he told me himself.” Johnny explains.

“I wan’ him to stay. I loves having him here!” She exclaims and Johnny smiles.

“I do too sweetheart.”

Simon takes a long time getting back. Johnny wonders if something’s happened, if he got lost or he skipped town. He would be so pissed that he would storm onto his old base and beat the shit out of him if he skipped out on his daughter.

He manages to work himself into such a worry that he becomes angry and starts furiously cleaning the house whilst Eliza plays with her dolls and her dinosaurs. By the time Simon comes back, Johnny breathes such a sigh of relief that a few tears slip from his eyes and he wipes them away swiftly.

“Hey,” Simon says, placing the few bags on the counter, “Everything okay?”

Johnny nods, drying his hands on a tea towel after doing the dishes. He takes a deep breath, smiles and turns around to Simon, “Yeah.”

Simon looks straight through Johnny’s facade, just like he always did, and goes to question him when Elizabeth comes over and clings to Simon's leg, “Daddy you were gone ages!”

“I wasn’t gone too long sweetie, I needed to get a few extra things.”

“Like what?” Johnny suddenly snaps and he turns away before either of them can see the tears in his eyes again. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap- I just- yeah.”

“Johnny, what’s going on?” Simon asks, stepping closer to him and pressing a hand to the small of his back. Johnny takes a deep breath and sighs.

He looks down at his daughter who sees he looks upset and rushes to him, clinging to his leg instead and he reaches a hand down to play with her hair. He looks up at Simon and his heart clenches, “I- you were gone so long and I got worried. I thought- I thought you left.” He whispers, quiet enough so Elizabeth doesn’t hear.

“Left? Oh shit, Johnny I’m so sorry, I should’ve told you where I was going-”

Johnny shakes his head, “No I should’ve just trusted you, you’re a grown man, you don’t have to tell me where you are 24/7.”

“Well, you’re right I guess but I should’ve told you either way. We’re a team, right? Can’t be a team if I’m off sneaking around, can we?” He asks and Johnny shakes his head.

“Can we know where you were?” He asks and Simon nods, suddenly looking less guilty and more enthusiastic.

“Of course! I actually had a little surprise planned but I needed to go to multiple places to execute it,” Simon explains. He reaches to one of the bags, not a supermarket one and pulls out two beautiful bouquets. One is smaller than the other, a mix of beautifully colourful flowers with little decorations accompanying the flowers, dinosaurs of all things.

The other bouquet is full of purple, blue and white flowers, very deep but very pretty nonetheless and the decorations in there are full of bees and butterflies, Johnny’s favourites. He hands them both a bouquet each, corresponding to the decor within them.

“I suppose this is a sorry, a thankyou and a everything all together bouquet,” Simon explains to Johnny, before turning to Elizabeth, “And I couldn’t get Papa flowers without giving some to my beautiful girl, could I?”

Elizabeth smiles and begs to be picked up. She cuddles into Simon and plays with the little dinosaur decor in the flowers, “Daddy, I love it!”

“I’m so glad baby,” He mumbles, looking to Johnny who is staring at the bouquet with a bright smile, “I have another little surprise too.”

“Another?” Johnny asks as Simon sits Elizabeth on the counter, rolling his sleeve up.

On his arm, below his elbow crease, is a tattoo of the flower Elizabeth drew that morning. Perfectly imperfect, just like the original drawing, and just below it, there’s Elizabeth’s birthdate.

“Papa! Daddy got the drawing!” Elizabeth squeals. She kicks her legs in delight and Johnny places his bouquet down to look at the tattoo on Simon’s arm.

Johnny looks up at Simon, words escaping him and he just hugs him. Simon seems shocked before he melts into it and hugs Johnny back.

“Thankyou,” Johnny mumbles, “Thankyou Si.”

“I’m sorry.” Simon mumbles and Johnny knows what he means and that he means it.

“I know. It’s okay.” Johnny holds him close and Elizabeth begs to be invited into the hug, the two of them squishing her between them to cuddle her as she yells in laughter at them both.

#call of duty #mw2 #ghostsoap #mw2 2022 #soapghost #john soap mactavish #family #ghost #simon ghost riley #soap #trans man #trans mpreg

[turtleblogatlast]

after finding out he's trans from Draxum, Leo drops the news to his family with a joke and zero explication. The family wants to be a supportive as possible, but misunderstand and think that Leo just came out as transfem. The fact they didn't even consider Leo is biofem is surprisingly validating.

“Guess who just gave a new meaning to to word trans-portation!”

This is the first thing Leo says to everyone after going off with Draxum to who-knows-where for who-knows-what.

“Normally, I unfortunately understand the flow of logic for Leo’s puns, but I admit that I am blanking here.” Donnie says, looking at Leo with narrowed eyes.

Leo laughs - maybe a bit hysterically - as he saunters on over to the rest of his family. “Eh, just a little joke about my awesome portal powers mixed with- uh-“ He coughs into his fist, finding it difficult to keep his regular act up. “-a fab new finding about myself. Turns out I was born…a female turtle……?”

There’s silence for a moment.

Then- “Omigosh! Leo!” An orange blur rockets its way into Leo’s arms, making the slider let out and “oof” before steading both he and Mikey. “Thank you for telling us! Wait, is it still Leo? Or Lea now, maybe?”

The shock wheels its way out of Raph’s form as he comes over, eyes shiny, “I’m glad you told us, little sis.”

Leo blinks at them. “Wait-“

“Please note that if any of our enemies or allies refers to you incorrectly I can and will use deadly force to correct them.” Donnie states, with a grin that looked a little too excited about the idea.

“Same here!” April states, pounding one hand into another, “And- it’s cool to have another girl around.”

Leo thinks something got lost in translation. “Uh, guys-“

Splinter comes up to his side, patting his arm gently. “Oh, my Baby Blue, I’m so proud of you, my daught-“

“Okay, no, no, you guys got it wrong.” Leo laughs again, more uncomfortably than hysterically this time. “I’m- I’m not, like, a girl. I was-“ He looks away, feeling way too embarrassed about all this for his comfort, “I was born as a female turtle. Biologically.”

A beat.

“Oh.” Raph blinks down at him, surprise on his face, “Oh we may have jumped the gun there.”

“Well, this is embarrassing, though my offer of violence stands.” Donnie states.

Mikey rubs the back of his head sheepishly, “So…still Leo? Our brother?”

Leo gives a fond grin, “Yeah, yeah, still your brother.”

(April makes a noise of amusement, elbowing Splinter as everyone turns to her, “Hey, y’know what Splints? I think your DNA may have accidentally became some kinda HRT for Leo.”

Donnie thinks, “It does make sense, if a female red eared slider were to become mutated with a male human’s DNA then hypothetically it could create a mutant that takes on a more masculine outer appearance while retaining the female make up that was used as the base-“

Leo cuts in, “Okay, okay, no science-ing my gender, bro, let’s just order some pizza.”)

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo #trans leo #writing blurb ask

[elifinchsart]

some Tillman and Mike gender headcannons/thoughts since i have them mostly coherently typed up and they are important To Me. these are not Universal Trans Experiences just my thoughts for these characters cw for discussing transphobia, dysphoria, fatphobia & bad parents

I think Tillman absolutely did not figure out he was trans until like his early twenties. My headcannon about his mom Harmony (Crab NPC from Discipline Era), her whole thing is control + image. (This led Tillman to also feel like he needs to be in control of his image but, unfortunately it’s easier to control a bad image than a good one)

But part of Harmony's image control was appearing as a perfect rich family so Tillman was expected to dress and behave very femininely. And his thought process went “I hate wearing dresses and getting dressed up like this and I don’t know why I hate it so much. It must be because something is wrong with me and it must be because I’m ugly” + that got mixed in with his weight because I think he’s just naturally chubby/fat. So that was one of those things that’s dysphoria that you don’t realize that’s dysphoria until later. Tillman absolutely he had the trans experience of I’m going to only wear baggy hoodies and beanies lol. Anyway this all manifested into him having a very antagonistic relationship with his body and food (esp bc Harmony is v the passive aggressive “Oh you’re eating/wearing that?” sort of parent. This is also part of the reason he was nasty as a teen/young adult because he was in a lot of pain that he didn’t realize was pain-just that everything was uncomfortable and pissed him off. Figuring out that he was trans, getting top surgery and going on hrt actually helped mellow him out a lot. Being able to just Exist in his body without dressing it up to impress anyone else helped him so so much.

I think Mike was also very helpful in getting him to a better place with his body and especially food as something that should be enjoyed not rationed out or brings misery. Mike loves to make food for people so they had a bit of a roadbump when they first started dating and Tillman refused to eat much of Mike made and they had to talk about it. Mike was very patient and not pushy for once and let Tillman come around on his own. Mike also hyping Tillman up as the hottest man ever helped too LOL. I think Tillman had a lot of apprehension about transitioning wrt still being desirable which is something I’ve def felt and I know other trans men have too

I think Mike had a lot of gender emotions growing up but they never fully formed into anything understandable for him because he was like “well I’m not not a man” and he didn’t really have access to like Knowing About “Weird” Gender Identities despite knowing a trans person (Jaylen) and she only ever had Jaylen to compare to and they have very different genders haha. And then I think in college and after she kinda was like well y’know men can be feminine, men can wear dresses, it doesn’t have to be a gender thing so I’m not going to think about it too hard. I think also she had this idea that maybe she was faking it or not trans enough or people would think he was doing it for attention or to seem punk. Also incredibly stupid logic but I think she was like “I don't want to look like I'm just copying Jaylen” which is a silly thing to worry about but nevertheless. And then Blaseball happens and again he doesn’t really have time to think about it. So its only post shadowing and in therapy that she finally talks to more trans and nonbinary folks about their experiences and starts to approach it from a “what makes me happiest” pov rather than “well I'm not miserable” pov because its a very Mike thing to try to avoid being too happy as a coping mechanism. And because of all this she gets to experiment and decides he likes having a lot of gender especially if it contradicts each other (she/her pronouns on masc days, he/him while dressed femme, beard + dress etc.)

#blaseball #tillman henderson #mike townsend

[maidofdarkness23]

Arbiter Corps AU Incorrect Quotes Part 2

Valkyrie: *spits mouthful of blood onto floor* You’ve become far more powerful since we last crossed paths. Dentist: Please stop, there’s literally a sink right next to you. -

Valkyrie: If there’s one thing I learned from Skulduggery, it’s to set people’s expectations real low, so you end up surprising them by practically doing nothing at all. -

Skulduggery: What is this!? Valkyrie: That’s the weight of guilt. Give in to the nice side. Help those unfortunate, and make the guilt go away, my friend. Skulduggery: Ow! Make it stop! Valkyrie: Surrender to your kindness, Skulduggery. It’s nice to be nice. Skulduggery: Your guilt is strong, my friend. But it is no match for the power of my selfishness! -

Skulduggery: I feel like I can be myself around you. Valkyrie: You’re weird and quiet around me. Skulduggery: Yes. -

Nefarian: I need to dye my hair. Valkyrie: ... Nefarian: Or get another tattoo. Valkyrie: ... Nefarian: Or a new piercing. Valkyrie: Why? Nefarian: To, you know, appease the mental breakdown gods. -

Skulduggery: *looks at Valkyrie* Skulduggery: Baby boy. Baby. Skulduggery: *looks at Nefarian* Skulduggery: Evil. -

Omen: Wow, this parking is as straight as I am. Skulduggery: I know I should be focused on the fact that you just came out, but HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY PARKING! -

Skulduggery: Stop thinking whatever you're thinking. Valkyrie: Huh? Skulduggery: You always make that face when you're about to say something stupid just to piss me off. So cut it out- Valkyrie: I love you. Skulduggery: Valkyrie: Valkyrie: Also, cereal qualifies as a soup. Skulduggery: I KNEW IT!! -

Valkyrie to Omen: Me? I'm the bee knees, but, you? You're just... Nefarian: Cockroach ankles! Valkyrie: Ye- uh, what? -

Skulduggery: Respect my trans homies or I’m gonna identify as a fucking problem. -

Skulduggery: Where's Valkyrie? Nefarian: Don't worry, I'll find her. Nefarian, shouting: Omen sucks! Valkyrie, distantly: Omen is the best person ever! Fuck you! Nefarian: Found her. -

Skulduggery: I'm having a baby. Valkyrie: Oh, congradu- Skulduggery, slamming adoption papers onto the table: It's you, sign here -

Valkyrie: I would let you ruin my life. Skulduggery: Sorry, I’m busy ruining my own. You’ll have to wait. -

Valkyrie: Do you care if I take the skin off this Furby? Valkyrie: I want to make him a god. Once he is free of his sinful flesh, he can begin a path towards enlightenment. He will take care of us. Valkyrie: I also want to softhack his circuits. Nefarian: I literally could not care less but never say anything as frightening as that ever again. -

Nefarian: *watching the squad's shenanigans with concern* Do you feel like this has gotten out of hand? Valkyrie: I don't know. Feels normal enough for a group that's on 911's blocked callers list. -

Valkyrie: I want to be like a caterpillar. Skulduggery: Explain. Valkyrie: Eat a lot, sleep for a while, wake up beautiful. Omen: You know they have a lifespan of a week, right? Valkyrie: Valkyrie: That's just another highlight! -

Skulduggery: Y’know, maybe things aren’t so bad. I’m here. I got the nice ocean breeze. Just alone with my thoughts. Nefarian: Hey, Skulduggery. Skulduggery: GODDAMNIT! -

Nefarian: Goddamn it, the printer broke while printing out Omen's birthday invitations. Skulduggery: Well, what are they supposed to say? Nefarian: "Omen's birthday". Skulduggery: So, what do they say instead? Nefarian: "Omen’s bi". Skulduggery: Skulduggery: Works out either way. -

Skulduggery: Do you cook? Valkyrie: I made a cake once. Omen: Yeah, it was good. Valkyrie: Really? Omen: Don’t make me lie twice, Valkyrie. -

Valkyrie: I’m having salad for dinner! Skulduggery: Valkyrie: Well, fruit salad. Valkyrie: Actually, it’s mostly grapes. Skulduggery: Valkyrie: Okay, it’s all grapes. Valkyrie: Fermented grapes. Skulduggery: Valkyrie: Skulduggery: Valkyrie: It’s wine. Valkyrie: I’m having wine for dinner.

#valkyrie cain #skulduggery pleasant #nefarian serpine #omen darkly #Arbiter Corps AU

[lacunasbalustrade]

D4DJ

Oh, I don’t know. no, I do.

It just seems a little odd that people are rationalising

that college-age girls should be allowed to show skin, they’re not minors

yet these are the same people advocating for…well…never mind

trans rights at any age

yeah, you’re right, it’s just a game. [scratches cheek]

I don’t know why I get worked up about things like these. skin vs limbs?

No, I’m not uncomfortable with the kind of relationships they’re portraying- I’m not that kind of judgemental person

y’know I just wonder if the game devs are using it for…they probably don’t mean to use it for profit from queers

but given how the producers treated others…Axia…..I’m not sure they have the best intentions. And the game seems to be holding double standards…..can you really call a game that does fanservice one that also shows wholesome relationships? where does the line get drawn, and why? for profit, for moral?

are the characters appealing….in their own way…every one of them? sorry, I don’t think I’m saying it right….some are just cardboard and irritating. the visual design makes only a few of them pop in the group image. some feel like filler characters. I can’t even remember the names of one entire group. why does it feel like they spotlight only a few characters and make the earth revolve around them?

The game is fun! and I love it! It is fun. But I don’t think I can play it anymore. As a girl who’s gotten ‘used’ in photographs to make other brighter people shine more, as a girl who’s gotten unwanted attention for her figure and a girl who’s heard so many times of the age she should start dating.

But you know, I’ve got exams coming up…ahaha….

………anyway

Oh, look at the time.

#a double sided poem #italics for inner thoughts #d4dj #no hate.

[mickmilks]

fic requests you say? where's bongo cat.

anyway i'm throwing my hat in the ring and ask for trans!mickey after too surgery (and ian taking care of him, because mickey is being a little stupid and tries to do everything himself).

not sure that's what you're asking for but it's what came to mind.

(also, can you imagine trans!mickey realising he has an excuse to wear his hawaiian shirts now and also when he realises he can just leave them open now because his chest his flat. i am experiencing emotions.)

this got longer than needed, anyway, love ya, bud, hope YOUR recovery goes well!

nosho!!!! when i say i am in love with this prompt...

this also ended up being a little longer than planned so uh. oops? or you're welcome.

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“C’mon, let me-”

“I got it, Ian!” Mickey huffs.

It’s been two weeks since Mickey’s top surgery, and much to Ian’s dismay, is trying to do everything himself. Stubborn-ass, Ian calls him. Currently, Mickey is trying to reach for a coffee mug in their cabinet.

“Mickey, you could tear your incisions. Please, just let me do this one thing for you. I’ll let you make the coffee, but the doc said no reaching for a few weeks. Please.”

Begrudgingly, Mickey relents. 

“Fuckin’- fine. I hate this.” Mickey says with a sigh.

“I know,” Ian says softly, grabbing Mickey’s favorite mug from the shelf and setting it on the counter, “but if you want to heal properly, you’ve gotta listen to the doctor.”

“Feel so… useless and shit. Can’t even get a stupid coffee cup. Feels like I can’t do anything, man. Just wanna be done with this shit.”

“It’s only a few more weeks, you’ll make it, I promise. You’ve made it this far, you did such a big thing, and the payoff will be so fucking worth it.” Ian tells him, reaching to rub Mickey’s back gently. 

“Yeah, guess you’re right. Just tired of bein’ in bed all the time and cooped up like this.”

Mickey leans into Ian’s touch for a moment, then grabs a coffee pod to put in their new Keurig coffee maker. He pops it into the top of the machine and sets the mug underneath the brewer before pressing the brew button. Soon, the comforting scent of coffee fills the air. 

“Can I grab the milk for you, your highness?” Ian asks with a small smirk. 

“Fuck off, man. Fine.” Mickey retorts, a small smile in return to assure Ian he’s not actually mad.

“Hey, don’t forget, you get those annoying bandages off later today. I think you’ll feel a lot better,” Ian tells him, pouring the milk into Mickey’s coffee.

Mickey glances down at his chest, smoothing one hand down it and smiling a bit to himself. 

“Can’t believe I finally did it,” he says in a whisper. “Felt impossible, y’know?”

Ian softens at that. 

“You made it, Mickey. And I am so fucking proud of you. I love you.”

“Love you too, sap,” Mickey says, leaning over to give Ian a peck on the lips.

*******

Mickey can’t believe it. He stands in front of the mirror at the doctor’s office, seeing his unbandaged chest for the first time. The scars are still red and pronounced, but the doctor assures him that over time and with proper scar care, they’ll heal up nicely, and may even fade. A permanent reminder of how far he’s come, and the feeling of freedom is overwhelming. Tears start to form, but he rubs at his eyes to keep them from falling. 

“Holy fuck,” he says on an exhale. “It’s… that’s fuckin’ me.”

The doctor smiles, and gives Mickey and Ian a rundown of scar care, and leaves the room to give the two of them a moment together.

“You did it, Mick. I am so proud of you for doing this.”

“I - fuck.”

Before he can get too overwhelmed, Mickey reaches for his shirt and carefully pulls it on, turning to Ian. He leans into him, wrapping his arms gently around Ian’s waist, burying his face into Ian’s shoulder. Ian hugs him back, rubbing up and down his back.

“C’mon, let’s go. Let’s go get you something to celebrate. I’m thinkin’ milkshakes. What do you say?”

Mickey huffs a laugh, and nods against Ian’s shoulder. 

“Yeah, let’s go.”

*****

Six months later finds Ian and Mickey at the shores of Lake Michigan, the two of them lounging in beach chairs. Ian shirtless, Mickey with an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt (that he definitely did not steal from the laundry room in their apartment complex). Content smiles on both their faces, hands clasped together between the two chairs. Years ago this seemed unfathomable to Mickey, laying side by side with someone who’s loved him unconditionally throughout everything, who’s been by his side through thick and thin. Let alone, laying (mostly) shirtless on a beach with that same man, watching as the sun reflects on matching silver bands on their fingers. 

“Didja ever think we’d make it here?” Mickey whispers.

“Always.” Ian says with a squeeze to Mickey’s hand.

#ask #my fic #trans mickey #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #gallavich #shameless #galladrabbles

[tsisisail]

(spoken like i’m in a drive thru)

can i get uhhhhhhhhh

more eugene headcanons, yeah just whatever the chef likes of those

The chef is on it :>

Miscellaneous Eugene Head canons!

- Eugene is actually mildly allergic to cats and very allergic to dogs. He just doesn’t care enough not to adopt a kitty. Really the only thing stopping him from adopting every stray he makes eye contact with is his own poor work life balance.

- He doesn’t really have the time to consume a lot of media, indeed most of the time the media is consuming him. If he gets around to it though he has a surprisingly high tolerance for any horror stuff. Realistic horror is really what gets to him most, but a lot of the time stuff doesn’t register as being scary.

- The only thing that really kept him from staying up at ungodly hours was Felix’s insistence that it was Nap Time Right Now Immediately. When Felix died he lost a lot of his sense of time, so Eugene’s sleep schedule has suffered a lot.

- When Eugene was little, he was a late talker but an early reader. Indeed his development as a child was often found to be befuddling. His social skills were often behind and he was often too afraid to talk to other people his age, but tended to excel academically. This was only exacerbated by the fact that he was bumped up a grade during elementary school.

- Cats are probably his favorite animal, but he also really likes ducks, nudibranchs, penguins, and rays.

- When Eugene was younger he wanted to be a marine biologist, and later a vet.

- Eugene is a trans man I know he is he told me himself. He got very excited when he got on T and started growing facial hair and then immediately shaved it off. He just liked knowing he could.

- Before he realized he could talk to ghosts his whole seeing dead people thing was mostly chalked up to nightmares and an overactive imagination. During his teen years he actually started to think he was just hallucinating.

- Y’know how everyone has those foundational pieces of media that never really leave your brain..? Like they just sorta merge with your personality. I feel like Eugene would be that way about Wicked (or whatever the Drawtectives equivalent would be for that… Bicked?) He has indeed seen Cats and it terrified him as a child and he refuses to rewatch it, so he never saw the remake.

- Eugene talks to himself, animals, and inanimate objects. He tends to be pretty gentle about the later two but doesn’t always extend himself the same kindness.

- Eugene is both slightly nearsighted and farsighted, he just doesn’t have great vision overall. He uses glasses to read. He can never seem to remember where he left them (they’re always on his forehead or in his hand already.)

- He has a really high pain tolerance. He could fall from a third story window and walk away bewildered but otherwise unscathed.

- Because Eugene can see the ghosts of animals, he sees a lot of bugs just hanging out. They usually fizzle out pretty fast because bugs don’t really have unfinished business the same way people do.

- Eugene wears cologne but it doesn’t really smell like that much. It’s sort of like petrichor, or wet metal, kind of cucumber adjacent. He smells mostly like his shampoo, which is floral.

- In contrast to his attitudes regarding horror, Eugene cries at every cheesy feel good movie he sees. He really likes rom-coms if he makes the time to watch them.

- He doesn’t like carbonated beverages and if he gets one he’ll let it sit out until it goes flat.

- He really really likes keychains but doesn’t own a lot. He likes the jingle jangle sounds they make. Rosé gave a few to him and he’s been enraptured with them ever since.

- Eugene likes sweet beverages, he can’t stand the taste of plain coffee. He insists upon just trying to add the correct amount of milk and sugar to his coffee to make it taste the way he enjoys, and he’s never really managed to get the ratio quite right. He just drinks it anyway and feels sad about himself.

- Eugene owns a phone bone but doesn’t really use it outside of contacting his coworkers/friends and playing drawing hop. When he types me uses emoticons like “:~)” and “<:~\”. He also sends a lot of gifs of little animated animals.

- He really likes milkshakes but doesn’t get them that often.

#drawtectives #eugene finch #eugene drawtectives #I’m love him

[steves-strapcollection]

grow back your sharpest teeth (you know my desire) [WIP Wednesday Snippet Part Zwei!]

Annnnnd here is a snippet of my Steddie Week fic for Day 7! AKA Transmasc Steve's Strap Collection. The premise is Eddie is a tattoo artist, Steve is very much into him. Also Steve is trans and has insane strap game, and also only xenodicks. It's.... a very self-indulgent AU I've created where I get to live my dreams as a trans man in love with Eddie Munson, okay? also Robin is trans, stobin is t4t platonic soulmates ;p

Also I got impatient so I'm posting this at lunch instead :)

“Hey! You’re early,” Eddie said as he walked out to greet them properly. “I’ve got a couple designs done for you to choose from.”

Soon they were huddled around a battered iPad, discussing the designs Eddie drew up based on the Barbie logo until they decided on one they both liked the best.

“I want mine in baby blue, and Steve wants his in the Barbie pink,” Robin said and Eddie laughed warmly at that.

“Listen, normally I don’t care about the tattoos my clients get, but since you’re friends I’m really curious,” Eddie confessed, gesturing at the design. “Why the Barbie logo?”

Robin laughed a bit nervously and Steve spoke up. “I mean, you know we’re both trans, right? Well, Barbie is the ideal, she’s everything, so especially for Robs here, she’s kind of a huge deal. Y’know?”

Eddie nodded with a grin. “That’s sick, I love it,” he said before turning a sly look on Steve. “Wouldn’t you be Ken, though?”

Steve had hoped Eddie would ask a question like that and he had to refrain from punching the air and ruining his punchline.

“I come with all the coolest accessories, so obviously I’m Barbie,” Steve retorted, his voice going just a bit deeper as he leaned closer to Eddie.

Just as he’d hoped, Eddie blushed lightly and he glanced at Steve’s mouth, just like he always did when Steve flirted. Then Eddie laughed breathlessly and he smirked suggestively.

“I bet you do, big boy,” he teased and Steve had to hold back from cheering loudly as once again, Eddie played into the little script he’d practiced all week.

“You can always come over sometime and see for yourself,” Steve offered almost innocently if not for the way he nudged Eddie’s ankle with his foot. “Maybe even take a couple for a spin?”

Eddie’s eyes widened and his face turned a gorgeous shade of red before he cleared his throat. “Stevie, if I didn’t know better I’d think you were asking me out,” Eddie said with an almost nervous laugh and Steve nearly screamed in frustration. Why was this man so oblivious?

“You apparently don’t actually know better,” Steve pressed...

Annnnnnnd I'm only tagging a couple people: @scarcrossdlvrs, @patchworkgargoyle, @steve-harringtits, @rugbertgoeshome (tagging u bc ur tags on the post i linked made me laugh VERY hard), @scoops-stevie (tagging u bc u originally reblogged the og post like 👀 pls do not feel like u HAVE to interact w this xkxndkmsjd)

#steddie #steve x eddie #wip wednesday #gerry writes

[neims-skeleton-obsession]

I’ve been thinking about trans skug and I haven’t seen??? much on it so have some thoughts

and contributions from the non skug friend that made me feel things about graves

Cw talking about dysphoria and somewhat death under the cut

Y’know how you can somewhat tell the agab by a skeleton. like. pelvis. Size??? think??? And how he has the Bone Room?? Someone left him their pelvis in their will. For euphoria purposes. Suitable pelvis. Courtesy of lil grave bitch /pos

Please just imagine that will reading it would be so good

Ttthe stammer he had when he was a kid (which I choose to believe continued into his early twenties n just got better with time) was made worse on Bad dysphoria days.

Like speaking just sucked even mOre

Very much think the voice dysphoria was extreme

So when he Skeleton’d and realised he couldn’t do any damage to his vocal chords (ie voice training) if he didn’t have any he was absolutely delighted. Probably did some stuff bEfore he died but lack of vocal chords made it easier

Worded that horribly hopefully it makes sense

Mans probably did the getting gender envy from the weirdest shit (I’m not projecting shut up /sarc lh) so when the skeletoning happened he was Very confused as to why he didn’t entirely hate it

It may be the 1600s but ghastly kicks his ass over not binding safely

Like “no, skul, you can’t just use bandages you’ll hurt yourself”

And then proceeds to make them both binders. Early not amazing binders but dammit skul these are safer then what you were using I don’t want you to get hurt

T4T ghasdug gives me life ok. it’s great.

Also ghastly makes him clothes that specifically aren’t horrific and dysphoria inducing

Also I like to think nef let the mans keep his makeshift binder during Torture And Murder. Like “I may despise you but dammit I respect you” kinda thing. because why not.

Please. Please add onto this I don’t know if it’s already a thing I can’t find tons on it and. mmmmmmim experiencing thoughts and feelings again. I just think trans skug characters are neat.

#skulduggery pleasant #ghastly bespoke #transgender #headcanons #sp headcanons #I’m so full of feelings about this though #like????? add him being Very queer on top #of him stammering #in the 1500s no less #and that leads to not very fun situations for child skug I think #tw dysphoria #tw death