#And “Wait I thought you were a trans guy for months?”

[the-heaminator]

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[mind-intheclouds342]

The perfect one - Trans Curly x Reader

Warning: Smutty!

To you, he was the best man you could have ever met, tall, blonde, with blue eyes, his beard tickled you every time you kissed him, his hands were big and perfect for holding your face, kind, compassionate, and you could keep naming many other qualities of his.

After so many failed relationships, you felt that you had finally met the right person for you. 

Maybe the only bad thing you could say about him was his job, which meant he was away too much, but in the last few months you were dating, there wasn't a day when you didn't receive a call from him and he would tell you how everything was going.

While you were waiting at the mall for their arrival to meet, someone had approached you. 

He looked familiar when you gave him a glance, until you realized he was a friend of Curly's, whom you had only seen in photographs. 

Jimmy: "Aren't you (Y/n)? Curly's girlfriend?"

"Um- yeah, it's me..." 

You nodded somewhat nervously at the man's sudden closeness. 

Jimmy: "Are you gay?"

"Excuse me?"

That question had caught you completely off guard. 

Jimmy: "Sure you are, otherwise you wouldn't be with Curly, right?" 

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

Jimmy: "You know, because he is a woman."

"Eh?"

Every word that came out of his mouth only made you feel more and more confused. 

Jimmy: "Didn't you know? He may look like a man and all, but he doesn't have what really makes a man."

"You know- I don't feel comfortable talking about this with you. I will kindly ask you to leave me alone and go away."

Jimmy: "Ugh, I'm just telling you the truth, you don't have to react that way."

He rolled his eyes. 

Jimmy: "You should be with a real man, I'm available if you're interested in that."

"No thanks, I would prefer to eat cockroaches."

You made an unpleasant grimace at that idea, but the thought of being much closer to that person for a longer time seemed even more disgusting to you. 

After rejecting him in a thousand different ways and having him insult you for rejecting him, he got tired enough to leave you alone. 

"What kind of friends does Curly have?"

You wondered, looking at the time on your phone, hoping he would arrive soon. 

And when you looked up from the screen, all you could see were yellow tulips in front of you. 

Curly: "Have you been waiting a long time for me?"

You melted at the sight of that beautiful smile he has, and the gesture of the flowers in a pot won your heart once again. 

"No, not at all, I arrived just a few minutes early."

You responded by greeting your boyfriend with a kiss on the lips, happy to see him again. 

Curly: "Great, shall we go to that new café you wanted to go to?"

"Of course~"

You clung to his arm and, attached to him, walked together until you reached that place.

You took a seat, leaving the flowers aside, and after glancing at the menu, you decided to place  your orders. 

Curly: "And? Have you thought about my proposal?"

"To go live with you?" You smiled, playing with the paper napkin on the table. "I don't know..." It's still a bit early~ we've only been dating for half a year"

Curly: "Mmm, but we've known each other for two years." 

"But it seems like you haven't told me everything~" 

Immediately, his calm demeanor changed to a more nervous one. 

Curly: "Hehehehe, what are you talking about?"

"I had the strangest conversation with your friend Jimmy, you told me he was a good guy, but damn, he's an idiot!" 

Curly: "Oh- um- and what did he say?"

"He started calling you less of a man and those things, he even called you a woman, I thought it was a bit exaggerated."

Curly: "Well... About that..."

"...Why would you hide something like this from me??"

Curly: "I didn't know how you were going to react... I like you a lot and I don't want to lose you..."

"Fool, it's not worth hiding those things, sooner or later they come to light, and it's better to say them beforehand." 

Both sighed and rested their heads in their hands. 

Curly: "You're going to leave me, aren't you? It's okay if you do it..."

"What?"

Curly: "At this point, this is where everyone leaves... For women, I was never a 'real man,' and for those who like women, I was never quite a woman, so... no one was satisfied with me after finding out that I am trans. " 

"I'm angry because you didn't tell me earlier. Not because you were born a woman"

Curly: "...Are you not going to leave me?"

"How could I leave the best man in the world?"

When he saw your smile and heard what you said, he couldn't help but feel a mix of pride and joy. 

At that moment, your drinks were brought to you, and you continued your conversation as if nothing had happened, talking about your jobs and friends, catching up after not having seen each other for a while.

You had decided to go to his house, you wanted to stay for dinner and sleep with him. 

"Was that you??" 

You said, surprised, looking at some photos from when he was a teenager, before testosterone. 

The two sitting on the couch in their living room. 

Curly: "Yeah... They always told me I looked very masculine, so I tried to look as feminine as possible so they wouldn't talk weird about me, but I think I just looked dumber." 

"You were so beautiful! You have always been handsome your whole life, it's unfair!"

You buried your face in his chest and hit him a couple of times softly, until you stopped and looked at him. 

Curly: "There's nothing left" he laughed lightly as if he could read what you were thinking. 

"Can I see?"

He blushed a little at your proposal, but he was quick to please you and take off his shirt. 

You attentively observed his scars, carefully touching them with the tips of your fingers. 

"I love them" 

Curly: "And i love yours," he smiled, seeing how focused you were on his chest. 

He became somewhat curious when you started looking at his face and chest repeatedly; he suspected you were up to something and confirmed it when you bit his chest out of nowhere. 

That was the greatest show of affection you could give him. 

"By the way! You need to work on your friendships. "

You told him when you stopped biting him, he was lying on the couch breathing heavily from how you had attacked him, his entire chest and neck marked with small bites and hickeys.

Curly: "Can we talk about that later?"

He said with a sigh and his cheeks red. 

"Of course" 

You smiled to climb on top of him and kiss his lips. 

You felt his hands resting on your thighs and then slowly sliding down to your butt to squeeze it. 

You let out a small sigh between your lips, causing him to pull away from you. 

Curly: "Are you sure about this?"

"More than sure" 

You confirmed it and let out a squeal when he grabbed you to carry you, getting up from the couch ready to take you to his room. 

When he laid you down on the bed, he immediately began kissing your neck and slipped his hands inside your shirt, trying to unfasten your bra. 

You felt his hands glide over your body to take off your shirt, momentarily parting from your neck to get rid of it and then placing a kiss back on your lips. 

He gave you a smile before turning to your breasts to start kissing them first, then licking them, and finally dedicating all his attention to your nipples, one in his mouth and the other being massaged by his left hand. 

He sucked, pressed with his lips, and moved his tongue in circles over one, while with the other he gently pulled and twisted, making them hard, causing you to arch your back while letting out small moans. 

Curly: "You sound so lovely..." 

"I didn't know you could be so eager..." 

You laughed a little until you saw him run his tongue between your breasts and then down to your stomach, leaving a kiss on it before he started to take off your pants.

"Hey! I'm not a rag doll!" 

You shook your legs to prevent him from completely removing the lower part of your clothes, it didn't bother you at all but you felt a bit lazy letting him do everything. 

You finished taking off your pants by yourself, left only in your underwear, sat on his bed, and smiled. 

"You have more clothes than I do."

Curly: "And if we leave that for another day? It doesn't bother me at all to please you today."

"Pants down"

You said it almost like an order, crossing your arms.

He sighed to start unbuttoning his pants, and as he lowered them, you saw that he was wearing boxers, but what caught your attention the most was the hair peeking out from the lower part of his stomach. 

"...Jungle?"

Curly: "Don't say it like that!"

"I see that the curtains match the rugs. "

Curly: "Don't keep on with that"

You let out a giggle and pushed him, making him fall back onto the bed. You rested your cheek on his thigh, playing with the edge of his boxers between your fingers, then slowly pulling them down to his knees. 

"Oh wow-" 

You just said that and Curly was already covering his face with his arms. 

You had never seen an erect clit in your life, but you didn't mind it at all, not to mention the amount of hair covering that area. 

You couldn't help but lean in and soon take it into your mouth to suck it, surprised when he suddenly lifted his hips and his legs trembled, perhaps you hadn't considered the sensitivity of that part. 

When you tried to pull away, his hands went to your head, pushing you against his pussy. 

Curly: "No, no, no, please don't stop"

And those words were enough for you to continue with the pleasure of that man, too immersed in his moans, not wanting to stop and even exploring a bit more by inserting two of your fingers inside him, giving him goosebumps. 

Curly: "Yesss, keep going like that- a little more- a little more and-!"

You could only drown your moan in his intimacy when his legs pushed you even more against him at the moment he reached his orgasm. 

Little by little, his trembling legs slid down your back, leaving you free, finally lifting your head with your cheeks red and your face all wet.. 

"Bleh"

You stuck out your tongue to get a hair off it, and both of you ended up looking at each other and then laughing for the same reason. 

Curly: "I think I got carried away-"

"Do you think so?" 

You murmured to lean over him and kiss his lips.

Curly: "Eew, you are soaked."

"Now you deal with it" 

They laughed as you planted kisses all over their face. 

Curly: "If you want to soak my face, do it like this"

He took your sides and pulled you up until your stomach was against his face, he started kissing you, tickling you, and making you sit on his chest.

"Hehehe what are you- oh my God-"

You let out a moan when he took your sides and ended up dragging you to his face, moving your panties aside with his teeth and inserting his tongue in an instant. 

You were definitely going to seriously consider moving in with him. 

[splinterclan]

I feel like a lot of people are forgetting that Whorlstar is the authority in this situation. And she is using that poorly.

When the situation got out of control, she made a choice without pausing to think it through or wait to cool off, didn’t ask Cedar more directly what he wanted and took Bess’ answer for him, did not consider how the kits would feel, and told two parents that they would keep their children from them blatantly “if you ever want to see your kits again,” which is flat out awful.

Yes, Bess is also acting poorly, but Whorl (and Moor) made the situation so much worse, and I feel like it is not being mentioned that much or just being brushed off as her being worried about the kits, when it feels like her choice was only made to hurt Cedar because she was upset in the moment.

Yeah but she never actually made it so Bess or Cedar couldn't see their kits- She's kinda like a CPS worker making sure the kits are in a safe environment while both parents retain visiting rights. At any time Bess could come and visit the kits in the clan. She's under no threat and was told explicitly she is allowed to do so, but she has chosen not to!

Plus Whorl knows the kits better than Bess does and knew they wouldn't want to leave the clan (which none of them do), so she worked off that knowledge. She should've heard Cedar out better, but she DID ask him what he thought and he allowed Bess to speak over him. Plus Whorl'd just found out he'd been lying and breaking rules for moons - she was hurt and lashed out a bit there. But I think her decisions are perfectly rational xD

Ofc you're allowed to feel however you want about any character though!!

No Cedar and Pansy were born a few weeks after Splinterclan was formed! Bess is around 2 months older than them, but if Splinterclan hadn't been formed they would've all been in the nursery together of a while ye

Very valid jsjsj I have characters I don't like no matter how many good qualities they have too sometimes you just Don't Like That Guy

I like all of them for various reasons, but probably Moorsnow, Dropletsplash, and Whorlstar! And Burnpaw has been a fav since I found out he's trans (I'm also transmasc so I was like same hat brother <3) They're all just like 2 points above everyone else though ;v;

Probably Burnpaw! He's pretty mature for his age and already responsible and a good influence. I think any of them could grow into a good leader though!

[cripplecharacters]

what are the top 5 things you'd like to see a disabled character do in a story?

Hey! This is a very vast question and a lot of it would depend on the character's actual disability - I have completely different wishlists for what I'd like to see intellectually disabled characters do versus what I'd like to see characters with facial differences do. Different stereotypes and tropes affect different groups of disabled people differently - to work with this fact, the below list will try to account for as large amount of disabled character as I can reasonably think of, but it won't have as much detail as you might want. If you have a specific kind of character in mind, feel free to send another ask.

Not in specific order:

Disabled characters being in love. Disabled x disabled, disabled x abled, disabled x very different kind of disabled, all these variants but including more than 2 characters (since I've yet to see a polyamorous disabled character), all of this.

And I mean in actual relationships, not the pitiful and devoid of actual chemistry thing that we usually get (think "really sad disabled man only becomes happy after an abled woman takes pity on him, but they never kiss or god forbid have sex because that's gross and the disableds surely don't do that anyway").

I want to see an interabled couple going through IVF because they want to have kids, a wife with hemiplegia getting to grow old and wrinkly with her autistic husband, a lesbian with Treacher Collins syndrome moving in with her chronically ill girlfriend after a month of knowing each other, DeafBlind men getting hands on each other in the bathroom of a shitty nightclub, a trans woman with autism asking out a trans man with Down syndrome via her AAC tablet, a neurotypical guy with an obvious crush on his classmate with cerebral palsy.

I want to actually see disabled people being shown as desirable partners, good parents and grandparents, potential crushes, going through some new feelings and going on both good and bad dates, from all walks of life, of all sexualities and genders. Just like abled people.

Disabled characters participating in their community. Especially severely and/or visibly disabled characters. This is obviously a concept as vague as it could possibly be, but a big problem with a lot of disabled characters is that they don't... do anything. Not in the sense that they aren't "active enough", but that they aren't really... characters. They're often reduced to a family member who's at home and maybe the abled character takes care of them sometimes, but that's seemingly all that happens; they have no interests, hobbies, agency, preferences, or an internal thought process. All they do is wait for an abled savior to do something to them, not even with them.

I want to see more disabled characters who have jobs (whether it's a "regular" job, a supported employment workplace, a creative job that maybe they can only do a few hours a week, or self-care as a full-time job kind of thing), participating in hobbies that are accessible and/or modified to their ability level, emailing or sending pigeon letters to their friends, trying out new stuff that they're interested in, having actual complex relationships with their caregivers. Anything to actually make them feel like characters that exist in their setting, not just cardboard cutouts that the author had no ideas for.

Disabled characters who are a part of real-world disability (and adjacent) culture. Obviously also a vast topic. Most disabled characters, regardless of setting, are completely separated from concepts that were made by disabled people for disabled people; usually the connection to disability is their actual medical condition and a sterile mobility aid. This is not incorrect or bad to represent since that describes a lot of people, but I'd like to simply see more variety.

I want to see disabled characters who do parasports, who are excited about tactile art, went to blind/Deaf/SPED schools, call themselves #a babe with a mobility aid, decorate their AAC device, learn about disabled history, experience Feelings when hearing that Neanderthals cared about their disabled children, go to disability-centric events or support groups to meet people similar to them.

Do all disabled people do these? Absolutely not, but I'd like for even 1% of fictional characters to represent those who do.

Yeah I just want more disabled characters doing sports. As in real-life sports that real-life disabled people do, apologies to all the fantasy swordfighting that's out there.

There are so many sports out there we can do, some are adapted, some have a sitting or wheelchair version, while others were made specifically for us. Team sports are such a good opportunity to have your character have a community of people like them, have interesting dynamics, yet the only anything I can think of that's about it is REAL by Takehiko Inoue (wheelchair basketball) and the art by @/gayaest / @/sproutwiki (sitting volleyball). Also some Paralympics documentaries that I can count on a single hand - there's like three of them.

I want to see characters who are starting out and really suck at their sport, ones who are decent, ones with ridiculous sports-anime-level over the top abilities. I want to see all kinds of sports done by all kinds of disabled characters; blind kids learning goalball with their blind parents, quadriplegic guys working their ass off to qualify for national murderball championships, folks using sticker-covered bright-pink ramps in their boccia games, people with POTS playing along with their abled partner on their wheelchair rugby league team, standing fencers becoming disabled and adapting to wheelchair fencing that they love just as much. More disabled people having fun, knowing other disabled people, having interests!

Also, parasports are just cool as fuck and interesting to both watch and read about.

Disabled characters getting to make bad decisions. Disability representation is often extremely black-and-white in terms of morality: the character is either an angel who always does the right thing and talks about being grateful a lot, or the character is comically evil, wanting revenge because of their disability, hating their disability, constantly in grief and anger since not a single mildly ok thing happened to them since they became disabled. Neither of these feel like real people.

Disabled characters should be able to say hurtful things, get mad, lie, and whatever else, without being demonized to hell for it the same way abled characters are. They should be allowed to consciously make a decision that they shouldn't take (also known as "dignity of risk" in context of disability). They should get the same consequences for mistakes as everyone else and need to have the opportunities to actually make them.

In a much shorter way: more complex disabled characters.

These are things that I'd enjoy seeing for disabled characters. But the main thing would probably be that I want more of them. The scope of disabled characters in media is so painfully narrow because there's so few of them + they're usually capped at one per series. More writing featuring multiple disabled people please.

Here is a list of wishes from other mods who wanted me to throw them here:

Disabled characters who act like the author did more than a 10 min google search about their disabilities. [So authors doing actual research.]

More disabled characters of color. A lot of time disabled characters are white because it's only acceptable for them to be one kind of marginalized. In real life that's not how it works. People of color are disabled too!

Characters with comorbidities, characters with physical and mental health and developmental symptoms. Disability doesn't just come with one cut and dry disorder all the time - you can even be diagnosed with some things and undiagnosed with others.

[A character can have 5 comorbidities, or 5 completely unrelated disabilities - both happen. Or, most frequently, a bit of both.]

Characters existing in all parts of their diagnostic journey. [So characters who are yet to be diagnosed, currently investigating their symptoms, ones recently diagnosed, and ones who had their diagnosis for their whole lives - and as mentioned previously, you can be on one stage with disability A, and on another with disability B.]

Characters whose whole life isn't just tragedy/struggle! See this a lot when a story with disabled character is just about how life is hard for them as disabled person. Would love disabled characters being leads in other genres and just existing as people. Not to say disability isn't a struggle, but there is more to life and person than disability.

mod Sasza

[befemininenow]

My coming out as a trans lesbian. (A message to my followers.)

Yes, everyone. I am "gay", or should I say, I'm a lesbian.

This may come as a shock to some of you since I would talk about "hot men" and even make captions about attracting hunks and whatnot. If you notice an absurd amount of those kind of captions surfacing this past week until now, that's because I was dealing with comphet, short for compulsive heterosexuality. In reality, I do not like men nor am I attracted to masculinity.

Why until now? One, it’s because I wanted to wait for the right time to come out and it was coincidentally on Lesbian Visibility Day. Two, it’s something I've been questioning ever since I found out I was trans. This didn’t happen in a day or two. It’s been years and I would have thought I was just pansexual. However, I was not sure whether I genuinely liked boys or if I just liked their validation. It turns out it's only the latter and I was questioning whether I was really gay or just gynosexual. I admit that getting positive reception from them turned me on and I could see the kindness and affection they displayed towards other women (something that really made me euphoric). But the moment you would place me next them for more, say, intimacy (I'm trying to keep it PG), I felt that spark turn off. Don't even get me started when they're bare or worse, send me D-picks (it's so nasty).

Now, I've never did any of that IRL. But, I've tried to interact with them through social sites. Not just in Tumblr, but in other sites like Grindr. If you ever think of creating a Grindr to meet, don't bother. It's hot garbage! All of them were chasers and not a single one was attractive. Only one "guy" seemed to be "cute"; it was a femboy, who was commencing their transition into a woman. Those were the only men I thought I was attracted to, but the reality is: I was only attracted to their femininity, but not their body or intimacy. Femboys are still men and I'm not attracted to men.

That got me questioning: Am I really only liking people for their femininity or do I genuinely only like girls? To make a long story short, I've never felt so much better than imagining myself being the lovely girl... of another girl! I always loved women as a guy, but now that I'm about to transition, being into women as a girl feels so right for me! No more comphet for me!

I know this is not the norm on these kind of blogs as the majority tend to be attracted to masculinity. However, I do want to say that even trans lesbians exist on the feminization scene. That leads me to tell all of you for the next update: You won't be seeing anymore new straight trans girl captions after the first few days of the next month. That's why you saw those kind of captions bombard my blog these past few days. It's just my way of saying "Let me just get it done with". I'm actually glad you enjoyed them, but I just don't feel any connection to those kind of captions anymore. I'll try to upload them when I can since I've been busier than usual.

Anyways, I'm happy you read this very long post. Even if you're not a lesbian, I hope this note at least gives you an insight on not keeping your true feelings locked any longer. Everyone deserves to be themselves. You should too.

Sincerely, Nikki.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Jason Dean dating someone who's transmasc

Warnings: brief mentions of transphobia, canon typical stuff such as bullying, swearing, violence, murder, etc, slight suggestive things but nothing that's full on smut (I might make another post with that later), smoking (because we all know our boy JD smokes like a chimney), mentions of dysphoria, mentions of menstrual cycles/periods, some forcemascing by JD (sorry I couldn't resist)

A/N: I did a Veronica version of this like two years ago and since I'm currently obsessed with JD (and it's pride month) I felt the urge to write one for him too (also because I've come to the conclusion that I might just be transmasc and not genderfluid so this is mostly just written for me)

I wanna start off by saying that yes JD is an asshole, but he'd never be (intentionally) transphobic. However, if he thought you were trans then he would push your buttons a little bit to see how long it would take you to admit it, especially if you met before you came out

Let's say you two started dating when you still saw yourself as a girl or something (I know that JD's supposed to be "straight" or whatever but he's bisexual to me okay fight me on it). If he saw you acting a little uncomfortable being referred to as his girlfriend or having to use the women's restroom at school he would 100% call you out on it

Not in a degrading way or anything like that, just to see how you would react to it. The second you start to get defensive or give him the silent treatment he shuts up, not only because he accomplished what he set out to do but also because he feels a little bad

Eventually you just decide to rip off the bandaid and come to terms with the fact that you're actually a trans guy, him being one of the first people you tell. His only real response to this "startling revelation" is to look at you and go "Yeah I kind of figured that one out for myself already, I was just waiting for you to"

Your worries that he'd want to break up with you after telling him disappeared almost immediately as you crossed your arms and rolled your eyes at him. "Ha ha, very funny smartass"

If you decide you want to cut your hair shorter then he will absolutely offer to help you with it, insisting that there's no reason for you to go to a professional with him there (it's totally not just because he's very possessive and would never let anyone else touch your hair other than him, that's crazy)

You may have wore his clothes some before, but he practically begs you to do it after you come out. Why would you ever need to go shopping when you can just raid his closet, y'know? Plus seeing you in them really turns him on

He gets ten times more protective afterwards too, constantly following you around to make sure you're okay. You could have classes that take place at the same time on opposite sides of the school and he'll always skip his to join you. Eventually the teachers just move his class schedule around to match with yours since he never attends his anyway

Always has an arm wrapped around you no matter what, especially if he sees someone like Kurt and Ram passing by. It's best to distract him with kisses or something so he won't hear the things they call you and get mad (he hears them anyway but can't resist making out with you so he lets it slide for the time being)

Speaking of making out, he does it with you everywhere and all the time, whether it's a modern au or the 80s. He's not worried about what people say or do, usually letting his gun do all the talking. He shoots them is what I'm trying to get at here lol

Most people are much too scared to even breath too loud near you because of your attack dog boyfriend but if it ever does happen that you get bullied (whether that be verbally or physically) he will go out of his way to make sure the local morgues, cemeteries, and funeral homes have plenty of business

Feeling anxious or stressed about having to spend time with/be around someone who misgenders/deadnames you? Just let him tag along. He might not say much but what he will do is very passive-aggressively correct said person on their "mistakes". It pretty much always works as no one wants to argue with a guy who frequently carries a gun

It's not the best habit around but he probably gets you hooked on smoking at least occasionally, especially if he hears you complain about your voice being too high. Oh, you're worried that you sound too feminine and "girly"? He has the perfect way to get you that low and gravelly voice that you want! You think he's talking about voice training or something until he hands you a pack of cigarettes and with the most serious expression ever says "these will do wonders"

Even if you don't smoke religiously like he does it's kind of hard to resist it completely given how often he lights up a cigarette (and yes, he will blow smoke into your face, because while he loves you he's also an asshole and thinks it's funny when you wrinkle up your nose in disgust at him)

He's not the best at comforting you when it comes to days where you feel dysphoric. Like, he won't flat out say that he thinks you're acting ridiculous because he knows it would only make things worse, but he's also not great when dealing with emotions, so the most he might do is let you cling to him while he gives you a few awkward pats on the back

If this goes on for days borderlining on weeks, however, that's when he'll start to act less sensitive and give you a bit of tough love. "What are you talking about saying that you 'don't look like a guy'? Are you crazy? You really think life would be better if you were still living as a girl? Do you honestly think that would make you happy?"

It surprisingly works, believe it or not. Even if you know he's purposely trying to rile you up it ends up making you feel better and more confident in yourself. Anytime he notices you starting to slip back into feelings of self doubt or insecurity, he just wraps you up in his arms and whispers soft encouragements in your ear. "You were never a girl, you just need to work a little bit harder than others to grow into the man that you are. If anything, that's a testament to your strength for being able to do that"

This certainly happens whenever you're on your period and feel grouchier or less confident than usual. "You're so strong for being able to endure this every month, did you know that? You're much braver than I am, I doubt I'd be able to get through it as well as you"

Sometimes you almost start crying because of how emotional his words make you feel, and sometimes you roll your eyes with annoyance while muttering "you're a condescending asshole" under your breath. Either way it ends up making you feel better, especially when he offers to rub your lower abdomen when your cramps get too bad

If you decide to start HRT then he wants to be there to help you take the shots, even if you insist you can do it yourself (he likes being part of the process of helping you "turn into" a man). Same thing if you use T gel or whatnot, he gets really pouty if you ever apply it without him

He's not really the best person to do "guy bonding" activities with unless you like making pipe bombs or planning the murders of people you hate (hypothetically speaking, of course) but if there's anything like that you want to try out then he'll definitely be there to support you. Like I don't know, hunting/fishing? Or watching sports games while drinking beer? Or breaking out the toolbox and fixing things around the house? Sorry I don't really know things that guys do despite being one myself 😭

The only exception to that is probably car maintenance. I see him as being very protective over his motorcycle and learning how to take care of it himself so he doesn't have to worry about taking it to the shop and having them screw it up. He'd be happy to teach you about how to change your own oil and might even teach you how to ride it as long as you don't accidentally scratch up his paint job. He might not kill you for it, but he will be very upset and end up ignoring you for a few hours afterwards

Purposely introduces/refers to you as his boyfriend in front of others just to see your face light up with confidence. It's not like JD has a lot of friends or anything but anyone that he does know feels as if they've met you already because of how he much he talks about you (he's totally that one annoying person you know who never shuts up about their partner ever)

All in all, I'd say he's a relatively good boyfriend in general, but especially if you're transmasc. Solid 8/10 (one point was deducted for his slight insensitivity and another was due to his crazy streak. Sorry JD I promise I still love you </3)

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[strawberrysodaslut]

idk if you can do this but can you do a poly!marauders x gn!reader, and the boys’ reactions when yn wears a binder one day.

i'm not trans nor have i ever worn a binder, so i hope this is an accurate portrayal!! feel free to correct me on anything i've messed up.

Getting a binder was a long time coming. After months of research, hesitations and all the time spent waiting, going to the store and getting one, you never thought wearing something to bind would make you feel so damn free. Finally, understanding what people meant when you heard about gender euphoria.

You hadn’t told the boys about your latest purchase. In fact, you hadn’t brought up the concept to them. Not that they hadn’t been supportive of you, they really were. In a world of magic, pronouns were something that hardly needed grasping, and they would correct anyone who messed up politely, sending you a soft smile as they did. But- you couldn’t help but be anxious about them finding out. What if this was too much? What if they get freaked out?

So, you kept your binder to yourself.

At first, you didn’t think they had noticed. You wore looser clothes or sports bras earlier, so it probably wasn’t as big of a difference to others. It wasn’t until dinner that night where you noticed Sirius staring at you from across the table.

“What?” You said, chomping down on a bread roll to hide the way self conciousness ebbed in your chest.

Sirius squinted his eyes, looking like James when he tries to read without his glasses. “You look different.” He says. “Did you do something to your face?”

James laughs from next to you. “Did they do something to their face? What kind of question is that, Padfoot?”

“Well, I don’t know!” Sirius exclaims, “Admit it though Prongs, something about them is different!”

You find it hard to not instinctively crawl under the table to hide. So you curl in on yourself, pressing your chin to your chest to calm the heat across your cheeks. As if he can sense your anxiety, Remus places his hand on your shoulder.

“Guys stop.” He says, light concern lacing his voice, but he’s clearly trying to hide it. “Obviously they’re just relaxed now that the holidays are coming, isn’t that right?” He says to you, giving you a slight smirk and raise of his eyebrows that only happen during his most devious pranks. ‘go with this’, he silently urges you.

You smile, nodding your head. “Yeah, I’m glad classes are almost over.”

“Well,” Sirius starts, “We should have holidays more often then. Haven’t seen you this confident in- I don’t even know.”

“I’ll start the petition!” James pipes.

You smile, glad to be supported by your boys, but still relieved that your secret remains yours.

Little did you know later that night, the boys had a plan to throw a movie night with you in the common room. So at nighttime, when you had changed out of your binder so you wouldn’t sleep in it, James surprised you by barging into your room.

“Oi! It’s movie time- oh sorry.” James said, cutting himself off to cover his eyes as you put on your sweatshirt.

Remus followed him, quickly closing his eyes and turning around when he saw you, “Jeez Prongs! They’re changing!” He scolded.

“I know! That’s why I’m…” He trails off, gesturing to the hand that’s covering his eye- going completely unnoticed to Remus with his eyes shut tight.

You shake your head, a soft giggle escaping from your lips. God, they’re dramatic. “It’s okay guys, don’t stress.” You throw your sweatshirt over your head. “Nothing you haven’t seen before.”

James makes a soft grunt, before removing the hand from his eyes and taking you in. “Well, sorry again.” He says. His eyes slowly drift behind you to something on your bed, and tilts his head. “Hey what’s that?”

You almost jump, turning behind you to see your binder laid out on your bed, ready to be put away. You shudder a deep breath before trying your best to gesture nonchalantly. “It’s uh-” It’s hard not to cringe at how your voice trembles. Okay, nonchalant isn’t working. So you instead opt to be candid. “It’s my binder.”

James looks between you and the binder, his brows furrowed. “Binder…?” He questions before his eyes go wide. He paces towards you in a frenzy. “You’re not binding your magic, are you? Listen, you shoul-”

A giggle almost slips out again as you interrupt him before he explodes, “No Prongs! It’s for my chest. It binds my chest.”

Despite the reassurance that no, you were not binding your magic, James doesn’t look any less confused. If anything, he looked even more. “Why would you want to bind your chest?” He asks, his brows furrowing as he makes his way from you to the binder.

Candid, you remind yourself. You’re being candid. “So it would be flatter.” You say.

A beat passes before James replies, still looking down at the material.

“Oh.” “Oh?” You ask. Your heart thumping in your chest with anticipation.

He makes a small squeak as he turns back to you, “I-I just didn’t realise that was something you worried about.” He says, his voice sympathetic but laced with concern. “It’s not…” He pauses, “Is this where we’re supposed to say something to make you feel better? Because you don’t have to do that for other people you know...”

“No, I get that.” You say, a small smile making its way to your face. “This isn’t for other people, it’s for me. I’m more comfortable with myself when I wear it.” You gesture to the binder, as if it hasn’t been the subject of the past couple of minutes.

With that, James’ whole demeanour changes. The tension in his body disappears as he smiles wide. “Well then, we’re thrilled for you. Aren’t we moony?” He says, nudging Remus who has just been staring at you since the conversation started.

As if he has just awoken from a nap, Remus startles to attention. “Oh- uh yes! I’m supportive of whatever you choose as long as you're happy.” Remus replies, smiling at you before chuckling “Sorry it’s just- I knew that’s what was different.”

“You staring at their chest are you?” James teases Remus. “Perv.”

“No! I-” He exclaims, a red tint painting his face.

You smile at him, about to reassure the boy, when a crashing sound comes from downstairs before a yell echoes through the hallway. Remus mutters a small ‘fuck’s sake’ as the cause of the noise comes bounding towards your room.

“Sorry gentlemen- gender neutral, of course. The popcorn has burned.” Sirius announces before he’s entered the room, reeking of burnt popcorn with a few pieces lodged in his hair. Sharing James’ nosiness, his eyes quickly fixate on your binder. “Hey, what’s that?”

James scoffs before turning to Sirius. “It’s a binder, Padfoot, and they’re very happy.” He says with pride, his chin lifting. “Catch up.”

Remus’ attention, however, has drifted away from the binder and he asks the real important question, “How the hell do you burn magic popcorn?”

Sirius jumps to the defensive, “Hey! I’m the one who told you not to put me in charge of food!” He says, throwing his hands up. “I’m obviously more suited to the pillow gathering region.”

With a dictionary worth of swear words, Remus stomps down the hall to make some unburnt popcorn. James quickly following behind, arguing why him being the pillow gatherer was the best choice.

With Sirius and you alone, he turns to you. “Hey, it’s cool that you have that now. Reg used to use one a while ago.” He says, before grabbing your hand, “Now, let’s watch some movies on a subpar pillow arrangement.”

You laugh as you both go to follow the other two boys. “Sounds good.” You say, feeling more secure with them than ever. Your binder sitting blissfully on your bed, ready to be used again tomorrow.

poly marauders masterlist

[s1llysmut]

Hazbin characters react to you coming out as trans FTM

A/N: I wanted to do a little something for pride month so maybe I’ll make a few of these sorts of things? Let me know if I should!

Lucifer

You: Lucifer… I think I might be transgender

Lucifer: Okay cool what should I call you?

You: Wait thats it? You’re not judging me?

Lucifer: The bible is God’s silly rules, not mine.

Charlie

You: Charlie I’m transgender.

Charlie: Oh! Okay! That’s great! I’m so glad you found yourself *deadname*! Oh shoot sorry! What should I call you now?

You: Y/n please.

Charlie: Awww that’s an awesome name! It fits you so well!

Alastor

You: Alastor I’m transgender.

Alastor: A what now?

You: It means I was born in a female body but I’m a man.

Alastor: Ah I see I see… for a small price I could give you the body you wish for.

You: Really? What’s the price?

Alastor: Your soul.

Adam

You: Adam I’m transgender.

Adam: What the fuck is a transformer?

You: Transgender. It means I was born a girl but I’m actually a guy.

Adam: So you’re a dude in a chick’s body? That’s sick! I’d love to have my own pair of tits!

Vaggie

You: Vaggie I’m transgender.

Vaggie: Alright. Name and pronouns?

Lute

You: Lute I’m transgender.

Lute: Okay? And I’m a cis woman, get this work done.

Angel Dust

You: I’m transgender.

Angel: Fuck yeah! I always thought you were hot, I was worried I turned straight or something! Nope, turns out you’re a dude after all!

Vox

You: I’m transgender.

Vox: Okay? I’m in the wrong body too sweetheart, I’m a fucking tv. Get back to work.

Sir Pentious

You: I’m transgender.

Pentious: Yesssssss…. What?

You: It means I was born a girl but I’m actually a guy.

Pentious: Ohhhh alright.

Velvette

You: Velvette I’m transgender

Velvette: Perfect! I need more men to model these suits. This way babe.

[soaln]

‼️⁉️🙏🏽 Gotta be the first to request you know what I'm saying

Can you make a poly relationship between the male reader (preferably FTM but whatever works), Sanji and Zoro!

It can be any scenario because I can't think (don't be angst, not trying to cry my eyes out.)

- Mr. Off

╰┈➤ ZORO & SANJI

🎀 ;; fluff,male reader (ftm),poly <3,fem dni,bad grammar,idk if it’s angst(im sorry 😭if it is),lazy at the end,ooc(like always)

🌸 ;; got not idea for an one shot

HEADCANONS,,

• The thought of dating both Zoro and Sanji was something that you didn’t expect. You never thought that’ll happen.

• when you first interact with Zoro and Sanji it wasn’t like love at first sight you were quite distant. They didn’t mind of course.

• you started to get along with Sanji,because of your cooking skills how bad/good you were at it. Then with Zoro it’s mostly because of some missions/adventure forced both of you to socialize a bit to not be awkward.

• As the months passed, you began to develop some feelings for these two people. At first you didn’t thought much of it but when you started to realize this love who was more than that of a love of friendship,you panicked.

• Sanji was huge womanizer and Zoro,well you didn’t know much. You began to deny those feelings.

• after finding out this feeling,talking to them wasn’t like before it wasn’t smooth and sweet it was hesitant.

• Sanji was the first to notice your change of attitude. He always observed you whether from far or near [kinda creepy].

• when you came in the crew he didn’t thought much of you,women was his top priorities.When you mentioned your cooking skills he wanted to see how ‘good you were.

• that’s what made you guys closer than b4. The cook started to caught some feelings for you,he didn’t want to believe it,him falling for a man ? And it took time for him to realize his feelings[you’re totally his bi awakening w Zoro🔥]

• Finally,Zoro,he realized your change of attitude when he was talking and he just turned his head around for few seconds you already disappeared.

• he didn’t know what to say he was just irritated. It also took a while for Zoro to start having feelings for you.

• You guys got closer because of a random situation you guys got yourselves into. He first impression on you was that you’re gonna be as annoying as Sanji [judging by your looks] he thought wrong.

• Zoro isn’t best with emotion and everybody know it. When he find out his crush for you well he asked Robin some help she was kind of surprised ‘cause Zoro seems like a person who wouldn’t fall in love with someone but she didn’t judge and said ‘you should confess first,[Name] isn’t the type to confess first.’

• When Sanji found out about Zoro’s crush he wasn’t happy about [ofc he wouldn’t 😒] but he decided to not fight about it.

• He chooses to share you,Zoro was surprised by that but he didn’t mind it the rivalry between them was still there.

• They both asked you out,you felt your face turning warm and you mumble your words well you accept both of them.

• The first time getting together was quite awkward none of you really dated someone.(maybe sanji)

• but you guys started to get comfortable after few months. Sanji and Zoro started to fight over you,of who could make you feel better.

• at first it was a little annoying but you get used to it.

• When you guys go on dates it’s really funny [for you specially] seeing them fight makes you laugh for some reason.

• baths. Baths with each other,well Sanji and Zoro are both male assigned At birth,you were ashamed of your chest scars and genital pars and so uncomfortable.

• They didn’t want to force you,so they waited until you were comfortable.

•but you finally decided to fight it and tell them that you’re a trans guy,well they aren’t the first person you told about your transition [it was chopper] and you knew they will not care about it and support you.

• It was in the kitchen,Sanji on Zoro were both here. "I’m trans." You blurted. Zoro was the one who was the most confused in the kitchen,but he didn’t cared about it so much he supported you and told you that a man shouldn’t be ashamed of his scars.

• Sanji was supporting you,and will be helping you the most in your dysphoric day calling some randoms manly petnames to comfort you.(he’s such a bbg <3)

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for being a ....homewrecker? (🏝 for later)

I'm not sure that's the right word, but whatever. Basically, I (FtM) met this guy (cis M, we'll call him M) over a year ago and we hit it off pretty quick. It was under extremely unusual circumstances, but for the sake of anonymity, I'll be vague and just say: it was 3 AM, Denny's, T.E Lawrence was involved. Now, I'm pretty wary of most guys who go to my school, given I'm trans and unfit to defend myself for various would-break-anonymity reasons, but M is just the best and is incredibly sweet. Days are easier when he's around, even if it's just through a Discord call playing video games. I started harboring feelings for him pretty much immediately, but didn't plan on acting on them for two reasons:

1) I've yet to be in an actual committed relationship (nobody's wanted to stick around, or we both realized quickly we weren't dating material) and I'm terrified of fucking anything up. 2) ....M has a girlfriend. A super long-term one, at that. Like, they met when they were kids, he's been romancing her for ages, they're going to get married and both openly agree they'd be shells of people without each other. Soulmate shit. She's awesome. She's the sweetest, too. Very thoughtful, and soft-spoken, and so so smart. So, no, I didn't plan on doing anything about my feelings. I'm not the type to hide who I am, so I wasn't going to hide anything, but I certainly wasn't going to DO anything either. That's not my place.

Until, one school break, M comes to me and admits he has feelings. And he's wrecked about it. Tells me I'm the only other person he's really had this for, because it's always been his girlfriend. He's a mess. I thought we communicated pretty well, and we'd both made it clear that nothing was going to happen unless Girlfriend knew about it and approved, because she comes first above all else. (I was the one to say this before him, and he was relieved that I understood.) She is priority. She will always be priority, and I totally get that. I'm just some guy, you know? But the conversation ended with me telling him he should probably let her know about this, regardless of how scary that was, because he's an incredibly touchy-feely guy and if I was her I'd like if this was on my radar. New player: M's best friend. very by the book christian guy. Not at all stuck up, but he abstains from worldly pleasures or something like that! He's cool, we're cool.

Except after break, M's best friend makes a few confusing comments, and suddenly, there's now never been a time when just me and M have hung out since. Girlfriend hasn't acted any differently and is still incredibly warm and wonderful, so I'm pretty sure she still doesn't know. I'm a very giving person and like to shower my friends in gifts, so I was undeterred in giving them both valentine's gifts I had bought them months in advance (extra hand wringing on my part.) Girlfriend was ecstatic, loved her gift, and M loved his too. But then he left to go Cry??? Because he hadn't gotten her anything (I'm the only one with a min $ job). I'm not sure where I stand with him or with either of them, and i'm just so confused. I'm 🤷‍♂️ about poly, but with the way they were raised (see M's best friend for reference), their feelings are more muddy about it. I want to talk to M, but being alone in the same room is impossible. I don't know if M has been intentionally making sure we're never alone together, I don't know if Girlfriend knows, or what M wants, what Girlfriend would want or even what I want, because I don't know what's on the table. I don't even know if we're in the same restaurant. Girlfriend is going to find out. M is way too touchy feely even with "supervision". (Granted, he is with everyone, I'm pretty sure I'm just the only person who lets him get away with it.) At this rate, somethings going to give, and i'm honestly just waiting for it to happen now. 🤷‍♂️

[ev3rgreenxtrees]

could u do another trans!male reader x nick fic where they've been dating a while and they get ready to have sex for the first time and the reader is all nervous and scared that nick won't like what he sees bc he isn't cis

“First For Everything.”

-N.S

Synopsis: Nick and you have been dating for six months, but you haven’t had sex yet. One night, you decide you’re ready, but then you begin to have second thoughts.

Pairing: Nick Sturniolo X Trans!reader (he/him)

Warnings: Mentions of smut, internalized transphobia, panic, anxiety, makeout, and i think thats it!

Nick and you have been dating for about six months now, and you haven’t had sex. You’ve come close a few times, but you backed out.

Every. Single. Time.

He was more than willing to wait for you, and go at your pace, but you had an underlying feeling that you were holding him back. You would never intentionally hold him back, though. You love him, you can’t hold someone you love back.

Nick held you in his lap, his hands on your hips, your lips attached to one-another. His tongue roamed your mouth, as your hands cupped his jaw.

This is what you were used to. This is what you are okay with. You know Nick would never want to push you into doing anything without your full willingness. He cared about you, and like any person who cares about you would do, he waited until you were ready.

You felt ready.

You took initiative to push yourself down on his lap harsher than how you were previously positioned, and you rolled your hips.

Nick quickly groaned, before pulling away from the kiss, giving you a confused look.

“Baby, what’s going on?” He asked confused, his hands not leaving my hips, but instead gripping them tighter, halting my movements.

“I.. I think i’m ready.” You nodded, and leaned back in to kiss him, but your lips were met with nothing besides the hot air in between the two of you. “Nick..?” You tilted your head, pulling away, your cheeks red from embarrassment.

“Y/N, I don’t want to rush you into anything like this. At all. That would never be my intention. Are you positive you’re ready? I can wait longer. I would much rather wait until we die than have you be uncomfortable.” Nick reassured, and you rolled your eyes.

“Nick, I do. I know you want this-“ You started, before Nick cut you off.

“No. This isn’t about me, okay? This is about you and me. We can go at your pace.” He smiled, and you leaned forwards, pressing your lips to his.

“I’m ready.” You spoke softly against his lips, that molded perfectly together with yours.

Nick loosened his grip on your hips, but kept his hands there. Your hands slid down to his shoulders, as he deepened the kiss.

You let out a small moan as you felt his hands begin to trace gentle circles on your skin. You felt Nick smirk against your lips. You so wanted to pull away and yell at him for being cocky, but you wanted this moment to last.

You let your hands slide down his body, to the hem of his black tank-top, tugging at it gently, indicating that you wanted it off.

You had gotten top surgery, but not bottom surgery yet. Nick knows, but this thought lingers in the back of your mind. He’s a gay man- he should be with another cis guy. Not you.

Nick throws off his shirt, and moves his hands up slightly, and begins to lift yours up. Your hands fly to his wrists, and he immediately stops and looks at you, worry in his eyes.

“I’m sorry- i’m moving too fast. I’ll slow down, i’m so so sorr-“ Nick started.

“I don’t think I want to do this.. I.. I’m sorry, Nick. I know you really wanted to.. I just… I’m not cis. you deserve to be with someone cis- not me.” You sighed in frustration, letting your head fall onto his bare chest.

“Hey, no. Please don’t be sorry. It’s okay. It’s more than okay. Trust me. This isn’t about what I want, okay? This is about us. And I’d never choose someone over you just because you’re not cis. You’re still a boy, Y/N. Nothing will change that. I love you so very much. Theres a first time for everything, and it’s okay if now’s not the time. There’ll be other times.” Nick moves his hands to your back, embracing you in a tight hug, placing a small kiss to the top of your head.

“Thank you. I love you.” You state, and he nods.

“I love you too. And don’t thank me.”

@bernardenjoyer @lovely-calypso

[scribble-brain-aced]

for pride month, i have:

a list of how the hazbin hotel had their gay awakening. (or lesbian, or bi, or trans, or aroace, pan, etc)

Charlie: she watched Sleeping Beauty, the year after it came out. she looked at Snow White and thought “wow, she’s so pretty.. but also Price Florian.. wait.” because this was in 1938, she didn’t know what bisexuality was, but she knew and accepted her feelings, because it wasn’t a big deal to her. in the 1970s, she found the label for it— bisexuality— and thought “OH THERE’S A NAME FOR THIS, YAY!” and that was that.

Vaggie: when she was still alive, in 2010, a friend sent her a photo of a genderbent character from some TV show, and her first thought was “oh, okay, i see why everyone’s in love with them now. …wait.” she spent the next 20 minutes looking up female versions of characters and realizing “oh. OH THAT EXPLAINS SO MUCH” (based on my own story)

Angel: honestly, he can’t really say. he just kinda knew from the beginning that men were just hot, and he’d marry a guy if he could. molly just assumed he meant “yeah, men are just better than women” and went along with it, even though she personally thought both were radiantly beautiful. (she found out what pansexual meant in 1972.)

Husk: he has no idea. if asked, he just shrugs and goes “any hole is a goal, i couldn’t care less.” at one point, Angel just shoved a poster at him, Husk read it and was like “oh. i guess that’s me.” pretty chill reaction, just continued his normal day, but kept thinking “okay, wow, that’s ME.”

Sir Pentious: he just thought all people liked both men and women, but because of societal rules and whatever, they had to wait until they had a crush on the opposite gender. ..what do you mean thats not what being straight is. (he only found out what bisexuality was after he came to the Hotel and Charlie had a bi flag pin. he asked her what country that was, and she had to sit him down to explain the concept of LGBTQ+, and no, it is ABSOLUTELY NOT a mental illness, wtf, you’re fine, buddy, go be happy.)

Alastor: post-season 1, like three people separately wished him a happy asexual awareness week and he was so confused, he asked Angel to look up ‘a sexual’ on his phone because he couldn’t find anything at the library. (he was looking at the outdated library in cannibal town.) he read the definition, and locked himself in his room for the rest of the day. if anybody heard muffled screaming and somehow-happy-sounding swearing, nobody mentioned it.

Vox: pfft, what? no, he’s not gay! he’s perfectly straight! is it gay to say that men are just as good at women? …Val, what do you MEAN ‘no but yes’? (Valentino explained the entire history of LGBTQ+, stressing bisexuality. Vox just said “okay, okay, hear me out.. there’s a whole month for them, right? their whole thing is rainbows? what if we paint all of our logos rainbow-colored? they’d buy it!” Valentino gave up, because Vox just COULD NOT comprehend what he was trying to say. but he keeps sending bisexual memes to Vox.)

Valentino: he just always knew. come on, everyone’s hot, unless they aren’t. even better if they can be exploited. that’s all there is to it.

Velvette: pfft, she grew up with social media, she’s known about this shit since she was a kid. fuck love, fuck fucking, she’d rather pester Vox into making cheesy garlic bread. the guy’s a bitch, but he makes good cheesy garlic bread.

Baxter: back before he and sir pentious became bitter enemies, they were both talking about.. whatever. at one point, they got on the topic of clothing, and Baxter— then Bella— griped that he hated how dresses felt. too heavy, too annoying, and it made him feel sick, anyway. suits were just better, not just because they’re lighter. man, he wished he were a boy. pentious asked if he wanted to be a boy in general, not just for the suits, and after a moment, Baxter excused himself quickly to go find something in his library, shooing Pentious out of the house. a couple days later, he came out, transitioned, all that. the only reason he doesn’t cut off his light-lure thingy is because it’s useful. other than that, he avoids looking at it as much as possible.

[beatrixst0nehill]

"Holy shit, look at how big they're getting, guys.... My new boss said I'm about to start my internship at the farm in another couple weeks at this rate. I was sorta skeptical of doing this at first, it seemed out of nowhere. But my parents are really supportive and tell me I'll probably have a lot of fun being a cow for a few years. I'm just trying to earn my law degree and my options for an internship here in Kentucky were.... pretty limited, and it's a three-year minimum with my degree! I had to join a girl farm for my internship and either be a pig, to get extremely fat for medical research (and by extremely, I mean 700+lbs by the time I graduate), a broodmare (or stud if I was a trans girl), where I'd be forced to take on dangerous/excessively large pregnancies and exercise/perform labor for medical research. Or a cow, where I'd be pumped full of breast growth pills (again, research.... supposedly), and my milk flow will increase with my breast size as I've definitely noticed already. I'll be hooked up to a milking machine eight hours a day, naked, in a free-fuck farm. Like any of the other girls, getting super fat or trying to workout and do farm work with a belly full of sixteen kids, we're all free use and naked on the clock, since we're 'farm animals' I guess.....

I'll be in the stables with the other cow girls, getting milked as who knows how many men fuck me. And to top it off, no protection, so I'm going to be getting pregnant anyway, just you know, normal pregnancies like triplets or quintuplets, instead of a whole classroom in my womb. Which sounds kind of fun but oh well, maybe some other time.... I thought being a cow would be the least strenuous on my body but I'm seeing that I miiiight be wrong. To start, my breast have to weigh 50lbs each. I've only been taking this stuff four months and they're just about big enough to be milked, kind of exciting that my milk will be sold in stores all over Kentucky, though! But I'm doing the math and apparently I'm pumped full of these breast growth drugs the whole internship..... I think I'd actually wind up weighing less if I decided to be a pig.... If they keep growing 50lbs every four months, by graduation each breast will weigh 450lbs! That miiiight be a bit harder on my heart than just weighing 700lbs or 800lbs overall.... and that's before any weight the rest of me gains with this high dairy and protein diet they feed us at the farm, and how heavy my womb will be with children by graduation.... I might very well weigh 1100lbs or more by graduation. Guess I should've done the math beforehand.... oh well, no complaining now, I'm locked in as a cow girl so I better enjoy having these giant heavy breasts.... I know you guys and my family will just love seeing how ridiculously gigantic they get. I kind of can't wait, too, the idea of resting on the and sitting between them, eating meals on top of them like my own personal tables is kinda comforting, and sleeping on them will be soooo comfy I bet! Even if I might have to sleep in the yard because they'll be dripping and leaking milk nonstop. It's already getting tough to keep up with....."

[mittysins]

Newt at Home

Includes: Trans mpreg, graphic labor and orgasmic birth

I'm so glad I was able to get this finished! First Mayternity, in the bag. Of course I needed to use Newt for this. I'm so proud that I've actually managed to complete a seasonal art piece. I hope you guys enjoy it!!

[FIND THE UNCENSORED ART ON TWITTER]

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Okay, I'm not going to lie and say I'm not kind of freaked out. I'm standing in the kitchen wearing a loose shirt and a pair of sweatpants, quickly scribbling down the time in my notebook.

10:56 PM. I've been in labor for 10 hours, at least. I couldn't really tell at first, thinking the twinge in my lower abdomen was just Braxton Hicks. I ate my lunch and had a nap without a second thought.

Eventually I realized the pain wasn't going away, in fact it was introducing a new pressure in my hips that I was frankly not a fan of. Okay. So that’s how it is.

I started by emailing my professor. Just a vague mention of a family emergency, and that I was going to need an extension on an upcoming essay.

Continuing on, I sent a quick “baby’s on her way!” to the group chat where my friends were dicking around as they usually did. I laughed at their excited responses as I tapped my pen on the paper. Newest contraction started 43 seconds ago. I was doing just fine.

Then to get down to business. I blessed my past self for having half a mind to have everything ready a month beforehand. Everything I needed was in the bottom drawer of the baby’s dresser. A few old towels, a package of training pads, and settled neatly on top was a pair of sterile clamps and scissors within blue plastic packaging. I felt my heart skip a beat when I opened the drawer to set everything up. This was actually happening.

It was a waiting game from then on. Which is how I ended up here. My contractions are now 4 minutes apart and it's really starting to set in. My chest burns in a weird way, most likely a result of binding for years. I accepted the lung damage a long time ago, and it seems to be making itself well known as my breathing grows increasingly ragged. I can't quite keep my legs together anymore with that ever-present weight on my pelvis. It feels like something is about to give at any second. I assume it’s my water, honestly I figured it would have broken by now. I let out a long sigh as the contraction ends and set down the pen. I sway my hips as I flip through the notebook on the counter in front of me. Written on the first page is the date my pregnancy test was positive as well as a few phone numbers. I can still see a few splotches of faded numbers where my tears had mixed with the ink of my favorite pen. The next few pages were symptoms, weight, my medications including my testosterone gel. Everything medical. I was so scared all those months ago, it almost makes me anxious to look back on those pages. I prefer to look at the middle of the notebook, where I noted when I had gone a week without morning sickness, my first weird craving, the bizarre and vivid dreams I was having. My favorite was the page dedicated to name suggestions. All my friends took turns scribbling down names they liked, laughing and teasing each other as we crossed some out and circled others. It isn't too long before I flip to my current page and glance at my phone.

11:00 on the dot.

I bite my lip and continue my swaying with a firm grip on the counter. It hurts now. That's not to say it didn't hurt before, but now it's getting intense. Each clawing contraction feels like a band being tightened around my entire lower abdomen. It's enough to keep me tensed up with my head bowed for its entirety, until finally, finally, there's that give.

I let out a soft groan as my water breaks. It's not a huge gush like in the movies, more of like a gentle pop followed by a steady stream of fluid that lasts a few seconds. I take a moment to assess my situation. Pants need to come off, obviously, but after that? I couldn't quite decide. I weigh my options as I wattle back to my room and remove my sweatpants, tossing them into a laundry pile I'd designated to this whole ordeal. I could lay in bed with a pillow between my knees and just… wait. I quickly toss that option when I realize how little I've sat still since I even realized I was in labor. A shower sounds nice, the wetness between my legs is less than pleasant and the water on my back would be helpful. I could set up a spot on the couch, just throw down some waterproof pads and a towel or two and labor there, maybe get some last minute work done.

I tense up. Oh, now this is different. I subconsciously bend my knees a little as the contraction reaches its peak. The release of pressure when my water broke was heavenly, but the respite didn't last long. Instead the pressure returned, now bringing with it an intense fullness resting just at the base of my pelvis. I grimace as I feel more fluid trickle between my thighs. Shower it is.

I watch the clock switch to 11:04 as the contraction lets up.

It's a short walk across the hall to get to my bathroom. I realize how sensitive my nipples are when I peel off my shirt. I flush at the sound I make when the fabric drags, sending a jolt down my spine. I'm getting worked up and my heart rate quickens for a moment. I turn the faucet tab and slowly drag myself into the tub, letting the warm water run down my back and legs. For a few moments it feels like routine again. Just me and my baby. No college, no work, no bills, no angry parents. Just me, lowering myself to my knees in the shower, my baby burrowing dangerously low in my pelvis with the next contraction.

It's hard to keep track of time from then on. I'm sort of just zoning out a lot, concentrating closely with each new wave of pain and letting my mind wander in the steeply decreasing downtime. Eventually I’m talking aloud to her, telling her how loved she already is, that she can come on out when she’s ready, that I'm so excited to finally meet her. That I'm ready. My mindless blabbering stops when I feel a very sudden shift.

Before I realize it I'm openly groaning into the air with the gripping contraction. It all just got very real, and I can feel myself becoming frantic. The increase in pressure was maddening, and no amount of shifting and rolling my hips would relieve it. My last contraction was at most a minute ago. I don't have long at all. I decide to push, just the tiniest bit, at the end of the contraction. It's just a little shove, I don't even hold my breath. Just enough to try it out and get a feel for the sensation. If she’s coming, she's coming. If she’s not, what happens? I wait a little longer and try again?

Another timid nudge.

Yeah, she’s definitely coming.

As soon as the contraction lets up I turn off the shower and heave myself out to towel off. I almost want to jump out of my skin I'm so excited. A quick collection of my shirt, phone and towel and I’m waddling back into my room, haphazardly tossing them on my bed. I decide to wait until after the next contraction to climb up onto my bed and really get this show on the road. When I get a look at myself in the full length mirror near my dresser I have a chance to catch my breath. My taught belly has noticeably dropped, basically screaming to the world what was about to happen. I'm flushed and sweaty and my wet hair is still sticking to my forehead. I’m all out of sorts, but I couldn't care one bit what I look like right now. Baby couldn't care less either. That telltale tightening grips me again, and when it begs for me to push along with it, I deepen my stance into a half-squat and bare down.

It almost feels… good? It's a very odd sensation but it feels like such a release to finally get to work with the pressure instead of against it. Two firm pushes in front of the mirror and I decided my bed was there if I needed it. Instead, I swipe a training pad from the package and lay it down on the floor in front of the mirror before stepping onto it. And I wait. At this point I'm so eager to push it’s hard to focus on anything else. I slowly lower myself down to be half kneeling, one foot propped up to let my hips open. I suck in a deep breath, and just like that I'm stuck in a contraction and pushing so hard I see my face go red. Exhale, inhale, push like hell. So it goes.

It only takes a few good pushes to feel something hard and very noticeably large lodged in my birth canal. Between pushes one of my hands dips down and curiously prods at my lips. I don't know what I was expecting to feel, she’s definitely not there yet, but nevertheless I’m a lot more sensitive than usual. I feel perpetually slick now considering I've been leaking little by little for the last hour and a half. But that's not just it. The past twelve hours have been the most in-tune I've ever felt with my body, like we’re finally working towards the same goal of giving birth to my daughter safely and calmly. The excitement and the love mixed with the fullness of her head moving downward almost became ecstasy. One accidental brush to my sensitive clit and I'm shivering. The sudden rush of pleasure triggers a contraction and I weakly push through it. Once the contraction ends my fingers slip into my birth canal. I was disappointed for a moment when I didn't feel anything.

Until I did. About two and a half knuckles deep, there was the hard, slimy ball I had been working down for the past twelve hours.

Oh my fucking god, that’s my baby.

I was awestruck. Just allowing the pads of my middle and ring fingers to press against her head was enough to have me grinning like an idiot.

Returning my hand to its place on my knee, I bore down again with the upcoming contraction. This time a low groan escapes my throat and I find myself leaning forward just the slightest bit. Looking in the mirror, I become fixated on the bulge forming behind my lips. I'm leaking fluid considerably now, and I'm grunting out little pushes when I swear I see a dark sliver start to part my folds. I only saw it for a split second. My hand dips between my legs once more and I press a finger into my lips. Sure enough, just out of sight rests my baby’s head. The quick progress I made surprises me, and I let out a breathy laugh as I trace my fingers back up to my dick. The warm tingling in my belly when I rub a few experimental circles into the swollen nub quickly melts my grunts into soft moans. My breath quickens. I was expecting this to be horribly painful, yet here I am moaning with the next contraction. All I can focus on in the mirror is the sight of my lips parting for my baby’s head. I moan through the stretch of my perineum, letting my pleasure bring me higher as I watch my lips pull out into a teardrop shape.

My rubbing has found a steady pace, and my hips buck a bit. I'm close, I can tell, and I feel the head continue to push my lips open. That burn is starting to set in. Another firm push.

I almost yelp when the head stretches me to a full crown, but I find myself so awestruck by the sight that I fail to make any noise at all. My rubbing continues as there the head stays. The burn is searing. Until finally, the release of my orgasm carries me blissfully as the head surges forward with a gush.

I kneel there for a moment, legs shaking and eyes fluttering, as I process what just happened. The aftershocks distract me through the next contraction, giving me time to gather myself. I can see it in the mirror, my baby’s head hanging out of me as it's supported in my hands. A sob rips from my throat as my fingers wander, feeling her tiny ears and nose.

“Oooh-kaaaaay.” I breathe, shaking off the numb tingly feeling that accompanied my orgasm. My fingers fumble around the baby’s neck, quickly untangling the umbilical cord and pulling over her head.

After lifting myself up to standing, the short few steps that should have been my journey to my bed became a quest. I knew I had no chance of closing my legs at this point, so it's a slow shuffle making my way over with shaky legs and a hand between them to support my baby. Climbing up onto the mattress isn't much easier, but I eventually manage to sit up against my pillows, legs butterflied out. From there I wait.

“Come on, kiddo.” I encourage. “I’m ready, you can come out now.” I wiggle my hips and give a tiny push, trying to get her to turn.

Once she does, I'm all in. My hands find purchase behind my knees and I pull back, red in the face as I push as hard as I can for the shoulders. The way I'm sitting, I don’t even need the mirror to see. I watch as my swollen lips spread around the first shoulder, then the other with a small spurt of fluid, and then-

I barely have time to catch her as with the last push, the rest of the baby spills out with a gush.

“Oh my god-” I sputter out as I lift the infant to my chest. As soon as she touches my skin, she begins wailing. It's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. I check her over with wide, misty eyes.

“You are just absolutely perfect, aren't you?”

I giggle at her squirming attempt to get comfortable. So that’s what’s been keeping me up at night.

The ache sets in quickly, and I make quick (quick enough) work of delivering the afterbirth, cutting the cord and making sure we were both cleaned up and warm. Once I'm in a pair of sweatpants and back with her on my bed, I lay her back down on my bare chest, opting for a light blanket to wear cape-style and cover us both. I'm absolutely awestruck.

“Alright, we’ve given your aunts and uncles enough emotional prep time, don't you think?” I say decidedly to the already-sleeping infant as I unlock my phone, quickly finding the “video call” button in the group chat.

I'm grinning like an idiot as three of my friends join the call at lightspeed, the other two following quickly behind.

“Guys, someone wants to meet you!”

[deathbyhertouch]

Please Please Please

thank you to the sweet anon who made this request. i had a blast writing it.

criminal!julien baker x reader

word count: 1.9k

AN: this is based off the video for please please please by sabrina carpenter. i hope you like this fic as much as i do. also surprise, there's no smut. it's basically just angst.

warnings: angst, crime, toxic relationship, mentions of assault, allusions to smut, slight yandere!julien

Enjoy.

 You always knew you had a thing for bad boys, and by boys you really meant girls. You met Julien about two years ago. All your friends told you she was a bad influence, but you thought she was hot anyway so you weren’t gonna listen. It all started getting hot and heavy that first  night at the bar. you’re quickly enamored by her bad boy behavior, something about her seemed to reel you in. She was covered in tattoos, and was sipping a lowball glass with some sort of whiskey in it. Your mutual friends introduced you, but heeded a heavy warning; she was trouble, best you stay away from her.

That’s all it took for you to do the exact opposite, you were dating within the month of that first night meeting her. Actually, that first night, you both ended up in jail for disorderly conduct, luckily it was dark, so the officer that arrested you couldn’t see just how skilled Julien’s fingers were. You were bailed out the next morning by your best friend, Karina, who gave you quite the lecture, not that you were listening. You were trying to see where Julien was, eventually spotting her being walked in by a handful of officers, escorting her to a cell for holding. She sent you a wink as she caught your eye before being shoved into the cell. 

A few days later, you paid her a visit, as she was being kept for 3 months, before being let out on a bond. You dress in a blue velvet hooded dress, with black gloves, and silver jewelry to match. She told you that she missed you, and was quick to tell you just how good you looked, practically eye-fucking you right there between the pane of glass. You blushed at her, twirling a lock of your hair between your fingers. You squeezed your thighs together at the attention she was giving. She noticed immediately, a smirk creeping its way across your face.

“Wait until I get out of here, beautiful. I can show you just how much I missed you, miss that sweet pussy of yours.” She remarked, eyes locking with yours. You nodded dumbly, falling fast for her. 

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Two Years Later

You stood outside the county jail, sitting atop the hood of your 1978 Trans Am. Julien had got it for you, about a year and a half ago for real cheap, helping you fix it up. As a cool breeze picked up, you pulled your feathered pink coat around yourself. You were in a black mini skirt, tights, kitten heels, and white cropped tank. You wanted to look good for your girl, after all, it had been a year since she got locked up for a minor assault charge. Some guy had groped your ass at a bar, and Julien made sure to let him know you were taken. Unfortunately, an off-duty cop had also seen the display, hauling them both off. You waited dutifully, counting down the days before she was released. Today was the day you were finally going to see her, you could already feel the heat in your pussy, throbbing with anticipation. 

After what felt like forever, you heard the gate alarm sound, before creaking open. You saw Julien walking towards you, she looked good, she always did. Tight black shirt, black jeans, and a pair of brown shoes to complete the look. She had a smile on her face as she walked towards you. You leaned back, using your hands to support you, craning your neck to give her a sweet smile. She filled the distance between you, kissing you heavily, her hands kneading your ass, before she let you go. You looked up at her through your eyelashes and gave her a hazy smile.

“Hi, pretty girl, did you miss me?” She spoke down at you, running her thumb across your bottom lip. You nodded, reaching your hands up to pull her into another kiss. She moaned as her hand snaked to the back of your neck.

“Julien, let’s go home. I need you.” You whined, wanting to fuck her, but not in front of the entire county jail. She pulled away from your lips, walking back to open the driver’s side door for you. You got in, and she closed the door after you, pecking your lips. 

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After a long week of Julien dealing with some personal business, she had promised to take you out for Italian, fancy. You spent hours getting ready, deciding to curl your long hair, and slipped on a rouge, slightly see through, tight dress that hugged your curves just right. Before long, Julien came in to check on you.

“Ready, love? I’m hungry.” Julien mused at you, pulling you close, burying her face in your perfumed neck. You gasped, as her hand slipped into your panties, running her fingers through your dampening folds. You mewled, and she pulled back, giving you a smile.

“Tease.” You murmured at her. She giggled before taking your hand and leading you to your car. She drove to Belladonna’s, her hand on your thigh the entire time. It increasingly made its way  up the hem of your dress. As you pulled in, she parked the car and turned to you. 

“So, I just have to take care of one thing, and then we can sit down and eat.” She bargained, knowing you just wanted a nice night with your girlfriend. You sighed, your smile faltering a bit, but nodding anyway. She kissed your lips, before she pulled you out of the car and into the italian restaurant. As you walked in, there was an older man behind the counter, nodding Julien towards the back of the restaurant and taking an uncomfortably long look at you. Julien grabbed your hand a bit tighter, ushering you through the kitchen, and into a large walk-in freezer. Your eyes widened, seeing 5 large men in velour tracksuits, four with guns in hand and one sat at a table, counting stacks of cash. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, immediately uncomfortable. You squeezed her hand, and she rubbed the back of your hand with her thumb.

“ So, Baker, what the fuck are you doing back here?” The guy at the table spat at her, not even bothering to look up from his task. 

“Well, I was waiting for your ugly ass to bail me out of prison, so I guess we’re both fucking dissappointed.” She quipped back. That seemed to be all it took, because the guys approached her, and she swung at them. You squealed and backed up to the wall. They began fighting back and forth. You ran out of the restaurant, plopping yourself on the hood of your car waiting for your girlfriend to come back to you. After a half hour or so, she came stumbling out, with a budding black eye and a busted lip. You noticed a small nick on her cheekbone- probably from the mobsters’ ring. You frowned and pulled her into a tight hug. She sat down next to you, letting you examine her face. You were in the middle of checking her over, when you heard a thump and muffled yelling coming from your car. You groaned and looked at her, a guilty smile on her lips. You hopped down and moved to the back of your car, fumbling with the keys to open the trunk.

“Babe- stop, it’s not what you think. He needed to learn some manne-”

That’s all she could get out before you opened the trunk and saw some sweaty businessman, tied up and gagged. He was bruised and had dried blood running from his nose. You scowled and looked up at Julien.

“Motherfucker.”

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It had been a few months since that incident. Julien hadn’t changed, but you had. She had somehow talked you into joining her little ‘business ventures’. She took you along to a bank robbery- which you found grueling and had you nervous for weeks.  It was when she tried holding up an old arcade, she was apprehended and back in cuffs again. You were upset but she kissed you deep before they hauled her back to prison. 

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One Year Later

After posting her bail, and a few favors called in, you had gotten Julien acquitted. You were back again, waiting outside for her, in a near identical outfit to the one you wore prior to picking her up from jail. This time the greeting wasn’t as enthusiastic, she walked towards you, her metaphorical tail between her legs. She waved at you, and you flashed her a weak smile. She went to pull you in for a hug, but you pulled away, moving towards the driver’s side again. She rushed to open the door for you anyways.

“So babe, for our next hit, here’s the plan…” She dove into some plan, but your mind drifted away from it. You loved her, but you didn’t want to be caught up in this world of crime anymore. It was a hard choice, but you knew it wouldn’t end well if you stayed with her. You began to form a plan to rid yourself of her for good. You feigned listening to her, nodding at where you should, murmuring some noises of agreement and faux interest. You figured to let her do what she was going to do, but make sure she got caught this time. 

It was a week later, and you were waiting outside this mansion for Julien. You were driving the getaway car, your beloved trans am. It sucked that you were gonna have to give this up. It needed to be done, you reminded yourself. 

“Hey! Start the car!” You jumped and turned to see Julien running towards you, full sprint. You huffed but turned over the ignition. Tonight, you were going to put your little plan into motion. You drove her to your appointed ‘rendezvous point’. You stayed there until it got dark. She had moved in a few small pieces of furniture for you. She sat across from you, on a small metal folding chair, in the large abandoned warehouse you were both holed up in. 

You were wearing a short, figure hugging, white dress that stopped just under your ass. You swayed your hips as you waltzed toward her.

“I have a surprise for you Jules.” You cooed at her, all she did was smirk and raise her eyebrows a bit. You pulled out a pair of handcuffs, playfully waving them at her. She swallowed, her smirk turning into a shit eating grin. You walked behind her, attaching one to her wrist, looping it through one of the metal bars, before attaching it the other.

“Hot stuff babe, what now?” She was curious as her eyes followed you. You walked back to the couch, pulling out a roll of duct tape from in between the cushions before turning back to her.

“Do you trust me, Julien?” You asked, giving her big doe eyes, batting your eyelashes at her. She giggled and nodded. You smiled and pulled a strip from the roll, before attaching it to her mouth. Her eyebrows furrowed, as you leaned in, and placed one last kiss to her mouth. The burgundy lipstick, leaving a perfect impression of your lips over hers, as you started backing up.

“I’m sorry, Jules. It’s for the best. I’ll always love you.” You remarked, sad but also relieved. You backed up, turning to head towards the door. You turned back over your shoulder, giving her one last glance.

“Have fun talking to the cops, I’ll come visit you.” You spoke softly, before heading out the door and into the night, hearing police sirens in the distance.

Love, A.

[pickledpascal]

Hold Me Like Water

Chapter Fourteen: It Ain't The Empty Home

Warnings: fluff ! more jealous hugh, jensen ackles mention sorry guys

Word Count: 2.6k

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October 2024,

Deadpool and Wolverine crossed one billion dollars at the box office months ago. However, because of that milestone, Marvel set up a special screening with a proper Q&A after the film played. It gave them an excuse to properly celebrate it too. 

Since the film came out, people have been rewatching the other X-Men films and realizing Sedna was a wonderful character in the few films she's been in. There was a lot of renewed love for her which made Maya’s heart warm. The character has been close to her heart for years and was glad people had been seeing how lovely she truly was.

The Q&A was originally just going to be Ryan, Hugh, and Shawn but he wanted Maya up there with them too. He thought she deserved it. So did the other two. The cheers they heard on opening night for her character cemented having her back as a good decision. 

Maya clutched onto her microphone, pursing her lips. As many times as she had done something like this, those nerves never quite left. Interviews were always nerve-wracking before she got out there. It was the wait that made her stomach flutter. Unlike Hugh, she didn’t have much experience being in front of an audience that wasn’t a director and the crew. 

Hugh rubbed the small of her back, offering her a light smile. “Still nervous about these things?” He teased playfully. 

“Guess I can’t help it.” Maya chuckled. She calmed slightly since he was near. His presence was enough to ease her racing heart. “But I’m glad you’re here.” 

“Well, the film is called Deadpool and Wolverine.” Hugh said cheekily, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. 

An exaggerated gag could be heard behind them. “God, you two are so much worse now that you’re dating,” Ryan put a hand over his mouth. “And I thought it was bad when you were just friends.”

“You met Blake, your wife who you praise whenever given the chance, on the set of the movie you’re very adamant about hating.” Maya pointed out, narrowing her eyes. “Green Lantern was obviously good for something.” 

“Hey, that’s—” For the first time possibly ever, Ryan was speechless. 

Shawn patted Maya’s shoulder, laughing softly. “I’ve been trying to get him to shut up all day and you did it so easily. I need to keep you around.” 

“She learned it from me.” Sakari chimed in with a self-satisfied smile on her lips.

Sakari was there to talk about the hair and makeup she did for the film. Though, she could chime in on a few character choices since she read lines with Maya a lot. 

Their names started to get called so they each stepped onto the stage and waved at the audience as they found their seats. Maya was seated between Hugh and Ryan. Hugh sat the closest to the moderator, Becca. She introduced herself before she went onstage. 

“So, just to recap,” Becca began with a smile. “Hugh Jackman plays Wolverine, Maya Imik plays Sedna, writer Ryan Reynolds plays Deadpool, Sakari Imik who was part of the makeup and hair department, and writer-director Shawn Levy.” The audience clapped enthusiastically. “I’m going to ask a few questions first and then, y’know, I’m gonna turn it over to you guys.” She motioned to the crowd. 

A few girls in the front row waved at Maya. She noticed and gave them a wave back. They nearly immediately whispered amongst themselves, flushed and giggling. 

Hugh leaned over and nudged Maya. “Can't believe they reacted to you the way they usually react to me.” He winked. 

It was no secret that Maya had a more female-leaning fan base. Or just queer-leaning, generally. She was a trans woman. She was bound to have plenty of queer fans. Lesbians especially loved her. A strong, tall, capable woman on their screen? Sign them up!

“I'm gonna start with some production related questions first, if that's alright.” Becca said into her microphone as she flipped through some of her cards. 

“Completely fine with me.” Shawn said with a smile. He had an idea that most questions from the audience would be for the cast which he didn't mind. 

Becca looked up at Sakari, “So, Sakari, from a cosmetic point of view, what changed for Sedna from Days of Future Past and this film?”

Sakari was visibly surprised the first question was aimed at her but she had been waiting to rant about this for a while so she didn’t let the moment go to waste. “Well, for Days of Future past, originally, Maya was going to have whatever makeup artist onset but they made her yellow and covered her tattoos when they weren’t supposed to. Horribly, I may add. I quickly fixed that. Thankfully, we didn’t have to go through that with this film. I also added some grey streaks in Sedna’s hair since she’s supposed to be a bit older and I’m sure it wasn’t a walk in the park trying to survive the Void. She had to have been stressed.” 

Maya nodded along to her sister’s answer, humming softly to herself. That’s how she justified it to her and Shawn too but Maya also knew Sakari thought it would add a bit of something to her physique that was missing. And she was right. 

“For Maya, why did you choose to come back?” Becca asked, eyebrows furrowed as she looked at her. 

“Because the two guys sitting next to me,” Maya chuckled, the noise was nervous. “But, genuinely, I didn’t have to put much thought into it. Ryan had a script ready for me already and I had been waiting to be able to work with Hugh again. I couldn’t say no.”

Ryan lifted his microphone to his lips. “Maya was actually the first person I asked about for the cameos. I knew I wanted her first and foremost.”

“Yeah, I mean, she is the crux of Wolverine’s trauma. Part of it. And having her on set was just a dream.” Shawn added cheerfully before looking into the audience. “If any of you ever become directors or work in the industry, hire Maya! She’s a bit like Hugh. So kind, always early, and barely needs any direction.”

After a couple more questions for each of them, the floor was open for the audience to ask their own questions. Some of them were for Shawn and Ryan in terms of plot and how it worked into the timeline of some of the other films. They answered those to the best of their ability. Maya got a few of the usual questions on being a trans woman in the industry which she appreciated but she’s gotten those questions for years and it felt tired now that she was a seasoned veteran. 

One of the young women from earlier in the front row stood to ask a question. “First of all, I just wanted to say I love all of you,” They all nodded at her. “Especially Maya,” The actress smiled gratefully. “So, obviously my question is for you.” The girl let out a small, nervous laugh. “Over ten years in the industry and you’ve never dated anyone publicly, why now?”

Maya pursed her lips. She expected questions about her and Hugh. And she expected them to be overly personal. Yet it was still surprising to hear someone actually ask it. 

“Well, uh,” She stammered for a moment before she got her bearings. “I haven’t really dated anyone. I’m one of those queers who has to be friends with someone for a while before I really even consider them being attractive. That’s not to say I don’t find people attractive but it’s more of an aesthetic way rather than sexual.” She hadn’t admitted this out loud to the public ever. “I’m not made for casual. Which is what a lot of my peers want.”

“But not Hugh?” The girl pressed.

Sakari narrowed her eyes at the girl, wishing her head would explode in the moment. Maya was inclined to agree but she’d never say that out loud. 

Maya was about to say something but Hugh interrupted. “I’m an older man. While some men my age do want casual, not many do. And I am one of those people. If I’m going to start another relationship this late in my life, it’s because I want to spend the rest of it with that person.” He shrugged bashfully, “And, well, when I love someone, I do it with my whole being.”

The girl relented and sat back down. She was likely fishing for some sort of gossip but there was none to be found. Maya and Hugh were friends for ten years, he got divorced, and they began to date almost a year out. That was it. Maya didn’t have a horrible relationship with Deborra and she and Hugh didn’t have an affair. It seemed hard for some to comprehend. 

After the panel was done, Ryan took them all to a rooftop bar. It was getting a bit colder outside in New York but Maya didn’t mind the light chill. 

They drank and shared some stories from different sets they were on. But then, as a buzz started to settle, the conversation steered towards more uncharted territory. 

“So, Maya…” Ryan smirked, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as he slid close to her side. “What actor are you desperate to work with? Crush or otherwise?” He shrugged innocently. 

Hugh narrowed his eyes at Ryan’s closeness, gripping his martini glass tighter. He made no move to get him off her, though. He was quite interested in the answer too. Maya usually didn’t talk about actors she wanted to work with or found attractive. Directors? Always. After she watched Knives Out, Rian Johnson was the only thing she talked about. 

Maya chuckled softly, wrapping an arm around Ryan’s waist when she felt him lean into her for warmth. “I mean, I already worked with my girl here.” She nudged his hip with hers playfully. Hugh’s eye twitched. “But I guess I’d have to say Jensen Ackles.”

“The guy from Supernatural?” Shawn blinked, confused. “Is it the guy with the short hair or the long hair?”

“Oh, c’mon, Levy! It’s Dean! The guy with the short hair. He’s also the shorter brother.” Ryan explained as he waved his drink around. The liquid inside sloshed around and nearly escaped the glass. He turned to Maya again. “What do you like about him?”

She pursed her lips and hummed in thought. She was the most sober one so she could actually think about what she wanted to say. “I think he’s a great actor for a TV show meant for teens. He outperformed everyone on that show and it’s not even close. And he had to do that for fifteen years. Consecutively. I can’t imagine that.”

Hugh’s demeanor softened as he listened to Maya’s reasoning. He couldn’t argue with that. He hadn’t seen the show but, hearing her talk about it, it had to be true. While Hugh had played Wolverine for over twenty years, it wasn’t like he was in a film every year. Jensen had to love his job if he kept playing the same character like that. 

As the night dragged on, Hugh, Maya, and Sakari went back to his penthouse. Maya had to practically carry Sakari up to one of the guest bedrooms. She immediately passed out upon hitting the bed. Maya chuckled as she lifted the covers over her. 

Maya returned to Hugh’s room and spotted him already in his pajamas, a t-shirt and his boxer briefs. “C’mere, love,” He opened his arms for her.

“I don’t even have my shoes off yet.” She argued softly. She was still bundled up in a trenchcoat and had her boots on.

“Don’t care, c’mere.” He urged. 

And Maya couldn’t deny him anything. She sighed as she got in bed next to Hugh, pulling him close. She laid on top of the covers. “Better, sweetheart?”

“Much.” He hummed as he nuzzled into her neck. She was nice and warm. He mumbled something against her coat but she couldn’t quite hear it.

Maya cupped his cheek and moved his face away from her for a moment. “Repeat that for me, baby?”

“Love when you say that,” Hugh smiled lazily. He loved the other names she called him but there was something especially intimate about ‘baby.’ “I said you should move in with me.” 

Maya felt her heart flutter. “Hugh, you’re drunk—”

“No, no, no, I’m not.” He frowned, leaning closer to press his nose against her cheek. “Well, maybe just a little buzzed. But in your words, I’m not made for casual. Wanna be able to see you as much as possible when we’re not working. Don’t ever want to say goodbye to you at the end of a night.”

His heart ached every time he watched her leave or when he had to leave her. He wanted nights spent together and waking up each morning in her arms and attempting to make her breakfast while he let her sleep and washing her hair while she took a bath. He wanted to share his whole life with her, to offer it as a sacrifice. 

Maya breathed deeply, leaning into Hugh’s nuzzling. She cradled the back of his head as he pressed kisses along the lines on her cheek. “Alright…” She whispered, “I’ll move in with you.” 

It wouldn’t take much, half her clothes were already in his dresser. They had their own drawer which he might have gone through a few times to steal a shirt or two. Or three.

Hugh hummed happily, capturing Maya’s lips in a kiss. His thumb swiped against her cheek to feel the softness of her skin. 

“We gotta get Sakari a new roommate, though.” Maya whispered, breath hot against his lips.

“Ask Arlo.” Hugh said offhandedly, not really thinking about that at the moment. He was more concerned with the fact that Maya would be moving into his apartment. 

He kissed her deeper this time, sliding a hand under her coat. His hand squeezed at her breast. Maya let out a soft noise and leaned into him more. The kiss started off slow and sweet but it morphed into something deep and sloppy. Only when they needed to breathe did they pull away. Even then, a thin string of spit connected their bottom lips. Maya wiped her hand against her mouth. 

“Would do more but I think I’m gonna pass out soon too.” Hugh mumbled, holding onto Maya tighter. He slid his hand to a more respectable place.

She chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Don’t worry. I’ll be here.” She toed off her shoes so they fell off the side of the bed. 

“You will, won’t you?” He murmured, burying his face in her neck. It was his favorite place to rest. There and her chest because of the extra cushion. 

Maya ran a hand through Hugh’s hair, playing with the curls between her fingers as he succumbed to sleep. He looked adorable at that moment. She wanted to save it in her mind. Some of his grey hairs were growing at his temple. She thought they looked charming on him, a subtle reminder of his age that added to his look. 

But he’d likely dye them and rid himself of them. He was more than a little self-conscious of his age even if he didn’t voice the concerns much. He had been working on that with his therapist. Of course, Maya wasn’t going to tell him what to do but there seemed to be a lingering shame about it when there was no need for it.

She'd love him if he was thirty-four, fifty-six, or seventy-eight. She didn't care. Hugh was such a wonderful friend and an even better partner. She couldn't imagine a life without him. Surely hers would've gone down a much different path.