#'afab genitals

[katrafiy]

Good morning to afab penis havers and amab vulva owners only

[ratmans-notebooks]

the way some of u people talk about afab trans people is just. well. its just plain sexist if im honest

[dysphoric-culture-is]

Dysphoric culture is wanting a phalloplasty without a vaginectomy and not being able to find any doctors who've ever done it, and then crying because you know your ideal configuration apparently isn't a thing that happens.

I want to keep my vulva/vagina, but I still want a penis, and I can't tell you the amount of times I've cried because I don't think this type of surgery is even done or, if it is, done in the US at least. It sucks so much.

Dysphoric culture is!

Also anon, great news: this surgery is real! It’s called vagina-preserving phalloplasty or VPP.

There aren’t a ton of surgeons who perform it in the US but some (from the Crane Center in California) are listed here. There’s also someone in New York that talked about getting a vagina-preserving metoidioplasty in a news article but mod doesn’t know who their surgeon was. More info and some more surgeons are here.

More people are getting nonbinary bottom surgeries so there are slightly more resources around now. Good luck anon!

(For those wanting the opposite of this, phallus-preserving vaginoplasty exists too.)

[gwiyeounsonyeon]

Greed

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Male Reader Summary: Leon had a bad day, but you make up for it Words: 2,020 Warnings: pure NSFW, zero plot, use of baby as a petname a few times, heavy usage of Y/N (around 50 times) Notes: I worked my ass off for you, deep breaths in between the episodes of depression. I never recovered the original thing, but I'm pretty sure this is close if not better.

Leon can be read as whichever you want, but makes more sense with vendetta or re2, i think.

he/him pronouns for the reader, but zero description of genitalia other than ass and hole.

˚₊‧꒰ა . ——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——— ˖ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Leon gets home from what feels like the longest day of his life. Meetings, and lawyers, and rich investors who wouldn't know gore if it splattered on their four figure leather shoes. The dim, homey interior of Y/N's home is more like a breath of fresh air than going anywhere near his own lifeless pent house would ever be. He discards his boots messily on the rug, noting Y/N's own signature sneakers sat neatly lined against the wall out of the way. He hadn’t expected the younger man to be home so early, last he checked Y/N was supposed to be working later. 

Leon’s legs carry him to the kitchen like his body is on autopilot and he finds himself pouring a glass of whiskey without thinking about it. He hesitates by the fridge before deciding on treating himself to a cool drink and digs through the freezer to find those dumb looking plastic reusable ice cubes that Y/N bought for Leon after he’d gotten drunk and spent an embarrassingly long time complaining about how ice waters down his drinks. Leon vehemently denied the idea of the cubes but he didn't not use them, and if Y/N has seen the same cubes Leon bitched about in the sink or dishwasher after Leon used them, he’s never talked about it. Leon sighs and takes his drink to the couch. He never bothered to turn on the tv unless Y/N was there, so he just sits and stares at his warbled figure in the reflection and sips his whiskey. 

Thankfully his head is quiet for once, but Leon knows it's not going to last long. Tomorrow will always exist. When he’s finished with his drink, the cubes bump his nose. He stares at them for a moment before getting back up and going to the kitchen. Strangely, he just sets his glass in the sink with no struggle over whether he wants to pour another one or not. 

Leon hardly thinks as he drags himself into the bathroom and into the shower. He wants warm water, but quickly decides against it, figuring he’d given himself enough reward with the cold drink. When he’s finished with his freezing shower, he dries himself off while staring at the door. He’s not sure he wants to look at himself, much less acknowledge that he exists. Leon leaves the light on, figuring he’ll just come back to put clothes on or brush his teeth, but he gets distracted as soon as he opens the door to his shared bedroom. 

Y/N’s there, laying on his stomach shirtless. The heavy comforter was kicked over to Leon’s unoccupied side and only a sheet was left haphazardly strewn over Y/N's lower half. Leon latches onto the smooth curve of Y/N's back in the dim light of the open door. The skin there is unblemished and undisturbed and something within Leon wants to keep it that way. He knows every curve and dip of Y/N's body, he’s committed it to memory. 

But his hands still itch to explore. Before Leon’s aware of what he’s doing, he’s letting the towel fall to the floor and slowly making his way onto the bed. He lays on his side and props his head up with one hand and his elbow digging into the mattress where Y/N had stolen his pillow.  Leon's finger tips graze Y/N's hip. They follow the line of the sheet until they get to Y/N's spine. 

Leon’s brain tells him to stop rewarding himself. But Y/N has always inspired a strong thirst and greed for contact in Leon, that he’s never experienced before. Carefully, Leon splays his hand along the dip in Y/N's lower back. He tries to end it there and say he’s had enough, but Leon’s greed grows its own will. Greed drags Leon’s hand upwards, following the direction of Y/N's spine as it leads him over soft skin and strong shoulders. 

Greed lightens Leon’s touch as his hand settles over Y/N's warm nape. Leon knows Y/N’s living, he can see the other man's shoulders expand with each deep breath. But greed presses Leon’s fingers against Y/N’s steady pulse. Leon lets out a long relieved breath and Y/N only stirs to seemingly copy him. It brings Leon back into his brain. 

Reminds him that he is real, and Y/N's comfort in him makes Leon real. This time, Leon pushes his hand up. He tangles his fingers into Y/N's soft hair. Leon drags his hand back down Y/N’s body and slowly pushes the sheet off. Leon leans in and presses wet hot kisses along the skin of Y/N’s shoulder as his fingers worm under Y/N’s waistband. Y/N tastes vaguely of sweat and smells distinctly like Leon’s body wash. 

It's a revelation that has Leon’s cock twitching in interest and chubbing up slightly. Leon ignores it though, in favour of grabbing a handful of Y/N’s plush ass and kneading it. This time when Y/N stirs, he groans quietly and huffs softly. The sounds make Leon bite a grin into Y/N’s shoulder, leaving teeth marks that rush blood to his cock and contradicts his earlier thinking. Only, Leon always likes it when it's his marks and blemishes on Y/N’s skin. 

He should be the only one that gets to do it, to see it. Leon’s hand slides out of Y/N’s underwear and pushes the garment down under Y/N’s ass. He drags his fingernails up the curve of it and draws a sleepy moan from Y/N’s chest. As Leon resumes his groping and kneading, his eyes follow the deepening of Y/N’s breaths. In playful retaliation, Leon delivers a swat to Y/N’s ass cheek, Then the second. 

The first was enough to startle Y/N back out of his sleep, but the second was for Leon. “You clean?” Leon murmurs into the bitten skin of Y/N’s shoulder. His voice is heavy with arousal as his hand wraps around his thickening cock. “Mhm.” Y/N hums and nods into the pillow, his voice thick from sleep. Leon gives his dick one last stroke before throwing his leg over Y/N and settling on Y/N's muscled thighs. 

His body is Leon’s wonder, muscled in his shoulders and thighs and arms But soft all at the same time. Y/N’s content to just play there and let Leon do what he wants. Leon's cock rests in the split of Y/N’s ass as he leans over to pull open the nightstand drawer. Lube and Condoms sit atop everything else, like Y/N was aware this would happen. The condom rolls on easily, but the grease always stays. 

Leon knows it wont get off his skin until he properly washes his hands. He can't bring himself to care, not when Y/N is laid out all sexy and ready for him. Leon rubs his cock against the split in Y/N's ass, a warm feeling spreading all throughout his chest as he watches Y/N do his best to grind back against him. Leon shifts back a little and spreads Y/N’s ass to get a good look at his perfect hole. How could one man be so perfect all over? Maybe god was real, if Y/N exists as perfect as he is and still settles for Leon then maybe- Y/N whines in the back of his throat and pushes his ass back, better now with Leon’s weight not pinning his hips to the bed. 

Leon bites back a grin and swats Y/N’s ass another time, drawing a cute moan from Y/N’s throat. Leon’s thumb brushes over Y/N’s opening, it's soft and gives way easily. Leon lets out a shaky breath and tests it again. He presses the pad of his thumb against Y/N’s hole, only for it to try and swallow Leon’s digit up immediately. Leon groans and his cock twitches hard, “You have fun down here earlier babe?” He asks, feeling a little dizzy at the thought. 

Y/N hums, “Yeah, did it in the shower earlier.” He murmurs sleepily. Leon shakes his head and squirts cold lube onto Y/N’s hole as punishment. Y/N clenches and whines, “The hell for?” - “For not telling me sooner.” Leon eases a finger in, testing how loose Y/N still was. “You wouldn’t have done your job.” Y/N reasons sleepily, he moans softly when Leon eases a second finger in. “So?” Leon murmurs, he doesn't actually care anymore. He’s struggling to keep Y/N spread so he can watch his fingers disappear in and out of his lover. 

“Fuck me.” Y/N whines and clenches as hard as he can around Leon’s fingers. He’s loose enough for his hole to lewdly open up around Leon’s tip and as he slowly pushes in, Leon eases his fingers out. Once the head is inside, Y/N moans into his pillow and his hole flexes around Leon’s cock. “A little more lube baby.” Y/N whines all breathy and already sounding fucked out. Leon pulls out as kindly as he can and squirts more lube, this time on his cock. 

Leon shifts closer to Y/N’s ass as he strokes his dick, spreading the lube and offering himself some relief. This time, Leon slides in a lot easier. The head pops past the rim so nicely both of them groan. “Fuck me.” Y/N repeats, this time with more conviction. He tries to raise his hips and push back on Leon’s cock, but Leon’s weight keeps him pinned. 

Instead, Y/N’s hand reaches back and blindly grabs around until it lands on Leon’s hip. “Fucking need it.” Y/N moans hoarsely as his pulling gets Leon a little deeper. Leon feels like he’s in some kind of wet dream. Y/N’s so tight and hot around him he can barely think, so all he can do is follow Y/N’s demands. He sinks in until their hips are flush and he lays down on top of Y/N so he can hear Y/N panting into his pillow. 

Y/N whines, but Leon’s hand in his hair draws his attention. He turns his head and watches Leon’s face under droopy lids. His brow furrows as he leans in to kiss Leon. Leon melts immediately into the kiss, his hips flex against Y/N’s ass and grind comfortably into his hole. Y/N moans all weak and needy sounding into Leon’s mouth but he doesn't break the kiss. 

It's wet and messy and neither pull away until the need for air gets too much to ignore. The oxygen rushing back to their brains is nothing less than euphoric. Leon shifts so he can easily pull out of Y/N and slide back in. The first few thrusts are rough and uncoordinated, the rush has them dizzy, but Leon comes back quick enough to push the head of his cock against Y/N’s prostate. Y/N sobs into the pillow out of relief, his dizzy persists as Leon keeps fucking against his prostate hard. 

Leon slides between his thighs and picks his ass up to better the angle. It feels so good, too good. Y/N can hardly breathe, it feels like Leon’s cock is punching the air out of his lungs. His mouth is stuck hanging open in pleasure but he can't make a sound. When Leon shoves his cock deep and grinds into Y/N’s prostate, Y/N lets out a long moan and cums into his underwear. 

Leon freezes for a moment before relaxing when he realizes what happens. As Y/N pants, Leon tries to hide his laugh into Y/N’s shoulder but manages very poorly. Y/N rolls his eyes and twists to shove at Leon until he’s off so Y/N can kick his underwear to the floor and pull Leon’s condom off “Stop laughing and I’ll suck your dick.” Y/N huffs.

[thornsent]

yeah you're allowed to "have preferences" or whatever the shit but if you treat people like ticking time bombs because they've got a penis I think you should really re-examine where that's coming from and idk, grow up a little

[gay-otlc]

If you use afab/amab as a noun I am biting you. Same goes for if you use it as shorthand for anyone with a certain type of body. Being assigned a gender is something that happened to a person when they were born, not something they inherently are, or something that gives meaningful information about what their body is like now.

[butchdykekondraki]

anyway im normal now

[contagious-watermelon]

what is the deal with everyone identifying themselves by their birth sex? i see it all the time. everywhere. and also — maybe it's just a function of the people i happen to see, but it's almost always people saying they're "afab" rather than its complement.

it's telling, to me, what they really think of (other) trans people, because they act as if your sex at birth is constant and unchanging throughout your life. one of my coworkers said they had a low voice for an afab (meaning low for someone who's never gone through a T-dominant puberty). people use the acronym — denoting what sex a doctor determined you to be when you were born — not always accurate because sex traits can be mixed or ambiguous — as a placeholder for present-day "male" or "female."

it's the same thing, i think, as when people say that sex ≠ gender and mean that trans men are female and trans women are male. sure, some of them are, maybe (though I'd bet it wouldn't go over well calling them that), but it's called SRS for a reason; transsexual. with our current technology, we can't completely change a male person to a female one or vice versa — but we can change a whole lot of their phenotypic sex characteristics, whether that be by removing them or switching them to the other sex. that's kinda the whole point of medical transition, actually.

so to me it just, idk, it reveals how people are really thinking of their own transition as well as others', that they see your birth sex as unchanging, fixed, inevitable destiny. that's exactly what transphobes think of us. why does our own community have to think of us that way too?

[schadenfreudich]

I don't trust people who say things like "afab experience" because in most cases they actually mean "white, perfectly perisex afab experience" and even then, it's too specific.

Because I'm not white, so I never got the "weak little girl" thing. I wasn't white feminine enough, even though I was quite feminine as a child.

And while I don't consider myself intersex, my body has produced more testosterone than would be the normal range for someone going through a "female" puberty ever since I was going through puberty. Definitely not enough for it to have strong masculinizing effects, it's just also quite androgynous in an additive way.

I do not feel represented by most things that people are talking about like it's "universal" for "afab" individuals, while both being "afab" and having gone through "female" puberty.

[schizowitchic]

also like i partially found out i might be intersex because i was looking at trans stuff and there was like "(however many) months on t and finally seeing some bottom growth" and like pictures of t-dicks and i was like.... um.... that's kind of just what my clit looks like anyways. so i was like "hey google give me a quick rundown on this" and learned what clitoromegaly was and then i was like. hm. intersex resources. and it's like a sign? symptom? side-effect? of certain intersex conditions

[dearqueerdeers]

as a non-binary person. people misusing afab/amab pisses me off SO bad. like. what someone will be TRYING to say is “I was talking to someone who, based on their physical appearance, is likely to be socially perceived as a man” and instead they’ll be like “I was talking to someone who’s amab” and it’s like. did they tell you that? did the bus driver pull out their original birth certificate and show it to you during your conversation? were you there in the hospital at their birth? likely not!!

genuinely as a genderfunky person if you absolutely MUST gender me I would rather you looked at me and called me a woman/man if that’s what you think I look like than you look at me and decide that you think I was born with a vagina/penis.

but generally you probably don’t need to be gendering the person you’re speaking about at all! just say they’re a person! if their appearance matters think long and hard about WHY it matters. because most of the time the answer is that it shouldn’t!

if it matters strongly to you what this person looked like… then just say that! “I was talking to someone whom I perceived as a man.” like. I GET that it’s a little wordier but it’s way less cringe to use a few extra words than to use a shorthand that’s not meaning what you’re trying to say.

[ransomdemands]

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[tornprince]

I think I've made basically this same post before but. Occasionally on dating apps I'll see profiles that say they're looking for someone AFAB using that language specifically and you can tell they just mean someone who has a vagina and looks basically "womany" by their standards. And as a completely passing trans man who's had bottom surgery a part of me always wants to message them and when they inevitably aren't interested in me just be like "huh. But I'm AFAB that's what you wanted :/"

[smoocheys]

determining any other oc details: i sleep

lovingly constructing every detail of my ocs' pussies (<- gender neutral) in my brain: 🧪🔍🔬🧐

[my-chemical-rot]

Full offense but if you ever refer to me by my sex assigned at birth in any capacity, that is misgendering and I will murder you to death with hammers

[transenbyconfessions]

I have identified openly as non-binary for nearly a year now, and have had bottom dysphoria nearly all my life and have always felt incomplete without a penis and thus have desired to have a mixed genital set for a long time (which I have recently learned is usually called Salmacian now). But lately I find myself troubled by the fact that I can see both the advantages and disadvantages of having either a clitoris or a penis at different times and I wonder if that means I'm genderfluid. However, it's not my sense of gender identity that changes when I consider or desire these things, but just my sense of what is practical or pleasurable about female vs male vs mixed anatomy in different situations. A part of me is even worried this means I'm not *genuinely* non-binary, and I know most people will default to saying "you're valid" but I guess that doesn't really resolve my questions about what this means or if it changes anything. I don't feel cisgender or want to change anything about my presentation but I guess even just having a label and knowing others feel the same might make me feel at least somewhat better and that my dysphoria is real and I'm not just claiming to have it for some other reason. I think I've seen exactly one mention of the term "salmacianflux" on the internet and not that many people seem to talk about the desire for mixed genitals in non-binary spaces, but more about secondary sex characteristics and how others see them, so I sometimes feel like the odd one out for having so much of my identity revolve around primary characteristics.