#He's not trans he's just a man who just so happens to have a pussy

[p3achj3llyf1sh]

You know what fuck you fuck society fuck everything he's pregnant now.

Its a silly prime au for shits and giggles I dont wanna hear shit about it

[obsessivevoidkitten]

The Werewolf's Pet Cat

Trans Male Yandere Werewolf x Trans Male Cat-hybrid Reader (CW: Noncon, mild scent kink, knotting, inhuman genitals, heat cycles, rut, werewolf yandere, reader being chased, trans male reader and yandere, yandere has transitioned via magic, general yandere behavior.) Word Count 2.1k (This is a commission for @trocha1c. I hope you guys enjoy it. Also this is not an omegaverse fic, there is knotting because the yandere is a werewolf and there is a heat cycle for the reader because they are part feline, sense of smell is mentioned because of their animal abilities, but there are no alphas or omegas in this universe.)

There were many servants in any castle, even in a smaller one like the one that you worked in still contained a sizable workforce. The dusting alone was an atrocious task. You would know, you were one of those numerous servants. Though you were the only one who was a cat-man.

Your tasks were largely various cleaning oriented jobs including dusting, sweeping, laundry, and occasionally bringing food from the kitchen to Lord Dran when he decided to have his meals outside of the kitchen.

That’s the task you enjoyed the most, it meant you got to be in his presence. He always smelled so nice. So… masculine. Even with your sensitive feline nose you couldn’t quite place what it was.

You had worked for him for about a year and you had been almost supernaturally attracted to him since the first time you met him. Of course… despite being a somewhat uncommon cat man you were still very much a commoner. And he was a lord.

You could never hope to be anything to him.

This wasn’t an incorrect line of thinking. Lord Dran was very much attracted to you as well. He could tell you were a kindred soul. He also possessed superior senses and he knew that even though you were a boy you had a pussy between your legs, and he could smell its arousal whenever you stayed in the room with him for any extended length of time.

He was once like you, a man with those parts, until he had paid a lot of money for a mage to conduct a complex ritual to give him the body he had always wanted. The fact that you were both trans made him want you much more. You’d understand him more than others.

But despite his deep seated longing for you he would have to be satisfied with stolen glances, your scent, and impure thoughts he harbored towards you, for he couldn’t ever deign to be with a commoner.

He had to use his position as a lord to solidify a political alliance for his family and strengthen the family position.

You were completely oblivious to his long stares and extra kindness towards you. In the end it didn’t matter though. They couldn’t amount to anything.

But the royal family, or at least his branch of it had a terrible secret. They were no longer human. They were all werewolves. Once a month during the full moon Lord Dran retreated to a fortified private room and grew into a large ravenous beast. One from nightmares, with a hunger for fresh game and with an instinctual need to find a mate to stuff its big knot into.

You didn’t have something so dramatic to struggle with, you only had a monthly heat cycle. They weren’t really all that bad, you just became significantly more horny, more sensitive to the scents of others, and a bit feverish. Nothing you couldn’t handle.

But it just so happened that your heat cycle coincided with the full moon.

One night, a full moon no less, you had been working late in the great hall cleaning up after earlier festivities. When you finished you headed for the servant’s quarters but for some reason you had made a wrong turn. And you were much closer to the room that no one ever went into. The one that always remained locked.

When you realized where you were you started to turn back but something alluring with a hint of danger hit your heat-enhanced nose and you were compelled to follow.

You got closer and closer to the door. What was that amazing smell? It was so strong now… and starting to cause you to make a wet spot from the arousal it was generating in you.

Suddenly you heard a muffled scream of pain through the thick door. You ran over to it and found that it was locked from the outside and through the glass panel you saw Lord Dran naked on the ground writhing in pain.

You immediately unlocked the heavy metal door and made your way inside, running to him with utmost concern.

“What’s wrong my lor-”

“Y-you… don’t.. under… stand… g-get ouuOOWWWLLLLL”

His last word turned into a pained howl as his body shook. His bones and muscles rearranged themselves before your very eyes as thick fur covered his body.

The seemingly human Lord Dran was a werewolf! A cursed Beast!

To say you were terrified was a gross understatement. Your heart was beating so fast that it hurt. Quickly, you turned to flee the room so you could lock the monster in behind you. But the speed of the werewolf was far superior to your own. He grabbed your leg, long claws raking against your supple skin, causing you to flop down on your belly.

It was at that exact moment that a shocked guard rounded the corner and saw the scene, you crying on your stomach, being pulled closer by his transformed Lord.

He had been given the duty to protect the door from anyone who may get too close, but he had left his post for a few minutes to take a leak.

And now this had happened.

You looked up at him standing in the doorway and screamed for his help, but when he got over the fear that paralyzed him he stammered out a quick apology and slammed the door before sliding the heavy lock in place, quite literally sealing your fate. He just couldn’t risk Lord Dran being released to save but one lowly servant.

The guard was sure you were going to perish in a horrifying display of blood and gore. YOU were sure you were going to perish in a horrifying display of blood and gore.

But a violent blow never came. Instead the beast flipped you over on your back and sniffed curiously at your crotch, nuzzling his nose into it. You desperately kicked away his face, but his angry growl was enough to make you stop.

The werewolf had determined that you were his mate, and while you didn’t know it yet he would never harm his partner. But… he also wouldn’t be denied his right to stuff them with his knot.

With extreme care not to harm your fragile skin, he carefully used his razor sharp claws to remove your clothing from your quivering form. You didn’t immediately understand exactly what his intentions with you were but it became clear what he wanted when he loomed over you and saw his large red cock erect and swinging beneath him. He pinned you down easily.

You shuddered as his cold nose nuzzled into your sensitive neck, taking in your sweet scent.

As his dick got closer to your entrance you renewed your struggle, forgetting the strength of the creature that was holding you down and the perceived danger he represented.

“No! No please! I-i don-”

This time he didn’t respond with a growl, instead opting to lick your neck to try and calm you down. He wasn’t going to hurt his little mate~ He just wanted to fuck you and take care of that heat cycle he could smell so clearly. He was helping you!

Encouraged by the whimpers his tongue on your neck brought out of you he started biting. Not hard enough to break skin, but they would still leave lovely little claiming marks.

The combination of stimulation from the bites, your heat, and his scent finally caused you to spread your legs for him, you barely registered what you were allowing as his cock plunged into your drooling pussy with an audible squelching noise.

With your tight wet warmth enveloping him his knot began swelling inside of you, making your toes curl and twitch as it kissed the walls of your cunt with every powerful thrust of your Lord.

Some part of your brain was still telling you to scream for help and cry and try to struggle, but it felt so nice to finally have a heat taken care of.

You wrapped your arms and legs around him, grinding your pussy into his dick, as he continued biting you wherever he could leave a nice claiming mark.

The two of you went at it nearly all night, bringing one another to orgasm many times over.

At some point, very late into the night, you passed out from exhaustion with the lycanthrope holding you close, nutting in you a couple more times before finally falling asleep himself. With his knot still tying the two of you together as he caressed you.

When Lord Dran woke up he was his normal human self, holding you in his arms.

He freaked out about the situation, but as soon as the guard informed him what had happened and he had a moment to reflect he knew what he had to do.

Regardless of your social status he would have to keep you very close at all times to ensure that you never speak of his “condition” to a single soul.

When you finally woke up you were confused and sore, covered in bite marks and a few scratches. When the memory of what had transpired last night finally rushed back to you, terror gripped your heart once more.

Lord Dran was a werewolf, and he had scratched you! Would you become a cursed beast yourself?

“Oh you’re awake! We have a lot to discuss…”

The first thing he explained, as if he could read your thoughts, was that lycanthropy passed via bloodlines and complex curses. Nothing physical.

That was a relief.

The next thing he explained was that he could never let you leave his side now. You’d have to marry him and there was simply no other solution. He could not risk his secret getting out. Even if the chance of someone believing you was small.

“I am so sorry this happened to you.”

Though to be honest he was quite happy. The his to any social status was worth it to have a mate that he can be with with no danger when his time of the month came around. He was sure he would have slaughtered anyone else, but you were so special. With you there he could focus on fucking instead of violent urges, it was more than he could ever have hoped for.

Just a day ago if you had been told you would soon be in a relationship with Lord Dran you would have been elated, but now you were just terrified. You didn’t want to marry a werewolf. You had sympathy for his situation, but this is not the kind of thing you thought that you could deal with.

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ONE MONTH LATER.

It had been days since you had managed to escape the castle. With your keen animal-like senses you managed to be able to hunt and forage enough with yourself to get by. Plus you had managed to keep a bit of gold with you, just in case.

You wanted to make it to the next kingdom, but the way was long and the woods were dense. You probably had another week of travel before making it across the border. No nobles from your home country would dare cross without notice.

Night was fast approaching so you decided you would make camp until the first light of dawn. You were once again in heat so you slid a couple of your fingers into your pussy to take the edge off.

While you were masturbating you suddenly heard what sounded like branches breaking close by. You pulled your pants up and listened intently, your feline ears moving to try and locate the source of the sound.

Probably just an ani-

Your thought was interrupted by a great and blood curdling howl. And it was exceedingly close. Was it a wild wolf? Was it something… more? You didn’t stay to find out.

With your animal-like agility you wasted no time in running out into the dark. You could probably manage to outrun a wolf.

But the shadowy figure you saw pursuing you in the moonlight was no wolf.

And now that you were down wind you could smell it too.

Lord Dran.

In no time at all you were pounced upon, claws once again removing clothing and a huge erection prodding at your entrance.

Ah, his mate was already nice and warmed up for him~ How sweet!

His wolf form didn’t understand why his mate had run, but that didn’t matter now. The chase was won and he certainly would never let you have another chance at escape.

[willalove75]

stop simping over women and pay attention to your husband. You clearly made your choice to be with a man and have his child rather than choose a woman. You bisexual women don’t get to exist in lesbian spaces when you lean towards men. Unless your husband lets to you step out on your marriage or lets you have delusional thoughts that any lesbian would want a woman knocked up by a man. You bisexual women who lean more towards men or are with men have no right to be in sapphic or lesbian spaces. And lady d is a lesbian so as if she would be with someone who let a man touch them let alone knock them up.

Oh, I'm sorry, did my husband tell you that I'm not giving him enough attention? Didn't think so.

Yes, I made a choice to be with him, because I fell in love with him. Because he's my best friend and my biggest supporter in everything I do (yes, he even supports my writing and fics and he tells me often how proud he is of me). I did not chose him because he's a man. Truthfully, his gender had absolutely nothing to do with why I married him. I just happened to fall in love with and marry a man, but that does NOT make me any less of a bisexual woman.

"You bisexual women..." and people question whether or not bi-erasure is a thing, meanwhile, this entire ask is such a great example of just that😒

"delusional thoughts that any lesbian would want a woman knocked up by a man." is truly offensive to not only every bi woman who has been with a man, but any woman who has. What about the lesbians that got pregnant by men?? Because this may come as a shock to you, but it does happen. It may not happen a lot or often, but it does. Does that mean that those women are "tainted" or "ruined" also??? No it fucking doesn't, you idiot.

It really makes me laugh when people try and use a fictional character to make a real life argument. You want to know why? BECAUSE THEY'RE NOT FUCKING REAL!!! So honestly, you have absolutely no idea if that's true or not because she's a fake fucking character from a video game. Are you also this upset at the fic writers who make her trans??? Or what about fic writers that make Alcina's partner trans??? Or are you just that much of biphobic person and this is the hill you're choosing to die on?? Either way, you're an actual bigot.

This post just SCREAMS biphobia and bi-erasure and it's fucking gross. You are so very obviously projecting your own issues and insecurities in this and honestly I would be embarrassed if I were you. Because not a single thing you said is true AT ALL or holds any merit.

Bisexual women who lean towards men or who are with men ABSOLUTELY do belong in those spaces. Just because a bisexual woman is married/with a man or leans towards men does not discredit or change their sexuality. No bi person automatically becomes straight if they date/marry the opposite gender or become gay/lesbian if they date/marry the same gender. It's called BIsexual. More than one gender. You do not get to invalidate every bi person with this shitty (and inherently wrong) opinion.

I know you wrote this trying to get a rise out of me, and congratulations because you succeeded. But I also know that people like you leave messages like this because they feel so broken and hurt and shitty that they want others to feel like that too. Unfortunately for you, I grew up in the era that birthed anonymous hate messages so you'll have to try harder next time. Not only that, but I am proud and confident in who I am and no pathetic anonymous (especially anonymous, you pussy) message is going to shake me.

I am a proud bisexual woman. I am proud to be married to my husband. I am proud that I will soon be the mother of a little boy who I will raise to be a much better person than you'll ever be. I am proud of what I've written and no, I will not stop.

[drdemonprince]

i recently started hooking up with a cis gay man and last night he let slip a gap in his knowledge that makes me think he does not actually know shit or fuck about how vaginas work (gently tried to say that i wasn’t cleaning properly and i had to inform him it’s not healthy to douche vaginas and that pussy is supposed to have a flavor; it’s entirely possible he still thinks pee comes from the vagina). You always have good reading recommendations so do know of any good resources specifically for giving a cis gay man a crash course in boypussy?

There's definitely zines out there about fucking trans men, but tbh I find them super alienating and I don't think they would be helpful in this instance because the dude is lacking vagina 101 knowledge, not really trans guy specific knowledge. You might disagree with me but I think it's kind of on him to take a step back and google shit that basic. I think all you have a responsibility to do is to laugh off the dumbest shit he says and see if he puts the effort in, because it's really as simple as him like asking a cis woman bestie or opening up a cosmopolitan from like 2005.

I was hooking up with this gay couple for several months and the first time we hooked up, the more masc guy of the couple had no fuckin idea how to angle penetration. it's like he thought my vagina was a slot on the front of my body lol. but by the second time we connected a month later, he had it figured out. it helped that his femboy partner had fucked cis girls before.

i kind of liked that the two of them truly saw me as a cis guy who just happened to have this slightly mystifying fun hole to play with; the masc guy asked me at what age i knew i was gay and we traded adolescent coming-out stories and there was never any wrinkle of them thinking of my experience having been different or that i hadn't thought of myself as a gay man even back then. it allowed me to really feel coherent and validated in a way i never had been before. all of which is to say i think it can be nice sometimes when a cis gay comes at you with a """gay""" perspective rather than a """"trans""" one, because that means they get the whole of you socially and relationally even if it means they have to google what squirting is at some point or whatever.

but it's cool if you see it differently. if anybody does have resources theyve found helpful feel free to put them in the notes.

[reorientation]

I'm ftm and I've been on HRT for 5 years, had top surgery and I generally pass really well. My passport says I'm male, too. But until very recently, I never even saw a real cock in person, despite being a fairly horny person - I've only had sex with two people, both afab and transmasc as well. Ironically, I was the dom-ish one in both of these relationships, too.

But... I kept spending a lot of time online browsing through humiliation and misgendering porn. Reddit, tumblr, all that stuff. I kept fantasizing about being used like that. The rougher the better. I've got so many fantasies about it.

It took me a long time to finally install grindr. First, I chickened out and uninstalled it. And then installed again. Uninstalled. Installed.

And one night, around midnight, I started writing with someone. He lived 5 minutes from me. Told me I could come for a quick discreet fuck, just that, like I'm a fleshlight. And... I did. I went out, came to his house, got bent over and for maybe 8 minutes, he fucked my pussy, groped my ass and made me feel like a toy.

I loved it.

I didn't even get to cum, obviously. He didn't even ask for my name until afterwards. And then I told him to hit me up if he ever needs to unload again. It was my first cock ever, first one I've seen and first one I've let inside my most private parts, and the first cock even saw me as a fleshlight because that's how I advertised myself.

I kept grindr on my phone after that. I'm not using it too much, but it's there, waiting for me. And I did have a few more encounters after this one. I guess it awoken the slut inside me...

While this first guy used a condom, I was quick to find a second one. And I was so horny that I let him cum inside me (he even took some pics). I'm not on any contraception apart from T, which isn't contraception, and I'm scared like hell of getting pregnant. So afterwards, I had an awkward pharmacy talk, because I came in and said 'I need emergency contraception', they asked if it's for me, they stared at me and said 'it's for females'. I didn't sleep at all this night (because he was too busy with my body...) and I stood there like a dumb bitch for a few seconds while the guy (he came with me) said 'he's female' and that unlocked something in my brain and I said I'm trans.

Today, I might get fucked raw by another guy again. I had enough brains to get on birth control after that awkward pharmacy talk but apparently not enough brains to stop offering my cunt to strangers...

Oh also it's the ftm who just send you a long ask about fucking people from grindr and having an awkward pharmacy talk and possibly fucking another stranger tonight, I thought I should add some kind of name so you know who I am so uhmmm I guess my deadname would be a good fit and knowing you know it along with the fact that I'm offering my pussy to strangers will be kinda hot. So hi, I'm Alice uhh, and nobody used this name for me in years...

🎵One pill makes you larger and one pill makes you small 🎵

Except for you, Alice, I suppose it's "keeps you small" - without that little pill, you might already be swelling. 🖤

Sometimes things happen very fast, don't they? You hadn't even seen a cock in real life, for all those years, and then just a few days after you sent your first Grindr message, you were out in public listening to the man who'd just fucked his cum into you tell a stranger that you're female.

How did it feel to have them looking at you, Alice? To feel their eyes on you and realize that they knew you had a fresh load of cum inside your pussy. To realize that after all your efforts to pass, you still ended up having to admit that you have a fertile womb, and that a real man had put his seed into it.

It felt good, didn't it? Being a cumdump, and having them know it. Being humiliated in public because you'd been so desperate to give your pussy to a stranger. Having them see right through your identity to the needy little cunt underneath.

But maybe they're not seeing through anything. You've been dreaming of "misgendering" and letting men use you as a fleshlight without even asking your name. Maybe this is your new identity - not a man, just a needy little cunt.

[wetfungi]

Imagine you're friends with two people at work and one of them is trans like you and you two become real close. They start telling you about this one guy who they've been talking to who just happens to be your other friend, but they have no clue you're close with that other guy.

They start telling you about how they've started to hook up with this guy and how great it is and all that. But then one day, you're playing video games with the other guy, and over your headset, you hear a very familiar voice but this friend hasn't mentioned anything about the hook ups yet.

You know who it is so you're shocked when you hear your friend say

"Sorry I forgot to mention I have a girl over"

"A girl?" You ask

"Yeah man, I've been kind of seeing this girl lol"

Not much is said that night about the "girl" he's seeing but when you see your trans friend the next day, they mention how they were at that guy's house yesterday... You're starting to catch on.

One night when you're playing video games with your friend, he says he's gotta turn his mic off for a moment but he didn't do it right so you can still hear him clearly... you don't say anything though bc you start to hear your trans guy friend on the other side ask

"You sure that guy can't hear us?"

Your friend answers

"Yeah yeah, he can't hear. Come here princess, suck my dick"

And you put your controller down when you hear your trans guy friend say "yes daddy"

You can't believe your friend is into that and how your other friend is so easily misgendering them. You can hear your friends dick getting sucked but you wanna be absolutely sure that thats your trans friend sucking his dick so you text him and hear the ding of his phone through the headset.

"Fuck. Sorry sir, can I turn my phone off?"

"Yes baby, hurry though cause I'm fucking desperate to feel your wet cunt on my cock"

And all of a sudden, you get a text that says 'at the movies with the guy from work, can't talk rn, will chat soon!! :)' and that confirms that the "girl" who is about to get fucked by your other friend is in fact your trans guy friend.

While they're fucking, you can't help but start to jack off to their moans and dirty talk. He even ends up saying your trans friends deadname and can hear him- her say

"Fuck daddy please fucking breed me, breed my girl pussy sir!"

And a bunch of other slutty shit that you're never gonna forget. After what feels like forever, you hear them finish and your friend says "hey sorry that took a while, that girl I was telling you about had to ask me where some of my stuff is bc she's about to take a shower" you tell him it's no big deal and hope to fucking everything that he never learns how to actually turn off his mic.

[princelylove]

Hello your Highness, I read that Prosciutto is big on gender role so would it complicate things if he found out his darling is trans? Like one of those people who hides it for fear that someone will assault them, this would be the reason to why Prosciutto wouldn't have found earlier.

We can talk about Prosciutto and gender roles a bit.

Prosciutto is such a dick about certain things.

He doesn't care about his darling transitioning, but he does care if they're conforming or not. If you don't pass, it doesn't make sense to him. If you wanna be a man, be a man, don't embarrass him by being bad at it. Are you just challenging his masculinity? Don't be such a brat.

He's somehow incredibly gender-affirming and incredibly dysphoria-inducing at the same time. He doesn't want to date a coward. You're being such a pussy about it, be a man about it, don't feel shame for who you are. He's not gonna just let something bad happen to you, that's not what men do in relationships. Even if you can't afford it, or don't want to get any surgery yet or ever, you can act like it.

It's kind of sweet how he shows you how a woman 'should' act. He was raised in a very cold, but well taken care of environment. His idea of a woman is someone ladylike- someone with manners, someone who doesn't sit like a man or talk like one. (Note that fem Prosciutto is just as vulgar as her counterpart.) He's diligent about showing you how to hold cups and how to sit with decent posture- he models how to do it, first, so there's no confusion. He might even give you a book about how to speak more 'elegantly.' More refined. It's well intentioned.

He'll let you use his wallet to get better clothes. It's a bad look for him as a man to not provide for his darling- if you're dressing like a slut, that's on him. He'll come with you, to make sure you're staying within budget to make sure you don't waste his money. Do a little twirl for him in that skirt.

(Note that fem Prosciutto breaks formal dress code often. Skirts too short, too much cleavage. Same bad attitude. Whore.)

He saves up for it. He makes money from both of his jobs, but he usually takes care of the utilities and most of the rent for Risotto, so he doesn't really have much to spare.... but that won't stop him. Ris can be a man and handle the apartment's finances for a while, you shouldn't worry about money, as a woman.

If you're a man, he'll make some jabs about you learning to open your wallet and about how you should know what the word 'investing' means, but he'll treat you every once in a while. He provides resources you may not be able to get by yourself. Your clothes should be tailored. You should have shoes that actually fit. You shouldn't ever ask to go fifty-fifty with him, a real man plans ahead and pays before the bill even comes. Men handle things.

It's less sweet when he sees that you're not very gender conforming. Why even bother if you're not going to try? What a waste of his time. He deals out physical punishments for not meeting his expectations, he'll bend a woman over his knee but just plain beat a man.

He's not gonna just let you embarrass him.

[sexhaver]

Howdy friend! I feel like that meme with doctor eggman that just walked in on rouge and shadow having a spirited discussion on something I have no pretext about. But it sounds important and I do wanna educate myself if there's a lacking somewhere, genuinely. From what I understood from scrolling down to a screenshot poll and other screens, it's trying to figure out if people are automatically taking frat boys (the classic stereotype kind, btw, genuinely players) in good faith by queer-ifying them because they have been fortunately unfortunate enough to not have the life experience of being used by this type of person that will take their good faith and hurt them?

Because I do think that there *could* be a cishet aro man out there, if it's defined very explicitly as: a man (born with a penis and identifies as he/him) and likes women (including trans women) and is aromantic. Face value wise, that is.

Because the question wasn't if the hypothetical man was superstraight (and don't count trans people at all) or just pussy-seeking (i.e. looking to have sex with ciswomen and trans men who haven't had bottom surgery, is explicitly Not transphobic). Or if this hypothetical man wasn't also, say, a "friend" met at a party/tinder/hookup/through mutuals/etc that is really just an acquaintance with little of substance genuinely known...or if this man was actually what one would consider a genuine friend. Or if this hypothetical man was poly (and/or if you were poly honestly, this feels like this is being framed in a mono mindset, which is okay! But poly adds extra details to account for). Also if he was out as aro.

The point is, I am aware of cheating. I am aware of using terms to get around cheating. Or trying to justify it. But aromantizim by itself isn't cheating. Poly by itself isn't cheating. FwB by itself, or hooking up by itself, or sex work by itself, isn't cheating- if there is informed consent on both sides with all affected parties, which includes all other partners. Wanting to sleep around isn't a crime, regardless of who or where or what gender.

I know there's plenty of men that aren't allies, that are homophobic or transphobic or sexist, but that wasn't the question. You aren't making that distinction or posing a scenario, just a screenshot without any added distinction other that the consent (after it was asked for by voters). It's taking the assumption that practicing genuine safe sex ( not that bullshit abstinence thing schools and "god fearing Christians" teach), is limited to only cishetero men... And not something to practice with everyone.

It shouldn't matter my gender or background or beliefs or sexuality, since these are simply opinions and all opinions come with grains of salt, but I know if I don't add context of me being the one giving these opinions, I'll be discredited.

I'm a cis-women (so very petrifiyingly aware of that Fear/wariness of being approached at night by strangers, or followed. I don't like ANYONE strange coming up to me, regardless of gender, a woman can stab me as much as a man can rape me, but I feel like I know the mindset extreme examples being presented here so there were go).

I'm demi-omnisexualromantic. Everyone's free game once I get to know them on a genuine emotional level. We HAVE to be besties (or we have to never ever see each other again if I'm gonna sleep with you and you're not a friend, oh gOD WHAT IF I FART OR THEY'RE A SERIAL KILLER OH GOD).

I'm poly. The first thing is with my girlfriend and our paramour, since we are the "oringal polycule" is had a sit down discussion about what we agreed upon what being in a relationship is like (we happen to be romantically and sexually attracted to each other btw). It was Poly from the start and Open from the start. We are all okay and open to each other going out to bdsm clubs or kink parties or sleeping around, or if asking out cute people..... BUT we have to ask permission/inform the other partners in our polycule. There's nothing to hide and they consent. They can say no, and that's okay!! Because then!! We can have an open and honest discussion as to why (lonely, conflicting plans, insecurity, safety worries, etc). Also also, anyone new that's meant to become a fwb or a pet needs to know about and meet our polycule, and it's a one-no situation here. If *anyone* is uncomfortable, nothing goes forward.

Sex is nice, sex is great if you're a freak like me and into that sorta thing; and sexual safety awareness and stranger danger awareness and informed consent awareness is MAJORLY IMPORTANT AND CRITICAL AND EVERYONE SHOULD BE TAUGHT THIS IN SCHOOL OH GOD but in my humble opinion the execution has spiraled into something messy with rampant misunderstanding and accidental invalidation of aro-spec men, poly people, and our allies,,, as well as anyone trying to be open-minded even if they dont understand.

Telling people that they're naive and ignorant isn't going to teach them a lesson you appear to feel strongly that they need to learn, it only shames and makes them not likely to actually follow the good advice (?) that's being presented in a not-clear format.

And it also earns you a buncha people getting angry because they don't understand the question actually being asked because the context wasn't clarified or what the actual answer is in a no patronizing manner/delivery,, and I'm sure you're feeling very much harassed and exhausted for answers that have little to nothing to do with your actual question, and I'm really sorry for that because I've been there and I hate this for you because it's exhausting and dispiriting to find people who never got taught how to keep themselves safe... But I'm also happy that they haven't had to learn it the hard way *yet* and that I can still help, or even that the people I was so stressed over not having the lesson... Actually DO know the answer but just misunderstood the question or that I just asked it confusingly!!

Anyway, sorry for the extremely long ask, double sorry if I misunderstood anything you were trying to say or explained anything that you already know. But if you could clarify in your own words and time, I would be very grateful! If not, that's still okay and I hope you take care of yourself out there, friend! Also, I'm on anon less because I'm ashamed of my opinion, and more because I don't want anyone else randomly messaging me back because they don't like me for my views online and I happen to really like this account dghjfedhjfdsjk

oh my god i thought there was a character limit on anons. what am i even being asked here? i literally just woke up and opened my inbox and made this face

[zappedbyzabka]

Ftm/transmasc Johnny thoughts...

(tw for everything on that topic)

His white-knuckled grasp on masculinity and the way he thinks he should perform it—all these arbitrary things he and others have applied manliness to, like how much meat is in his food, sucking up his feelings, and how attractive women find him: It all just feels like a person who thinks that if they don’t keep up a strict image of masculinity then everyone will take away that ‘Man’ title.

Just like any boy worries—especially trans boys.

Johnny wants to be perceived as and live as who he is. It’s hard when if you’re a nonconforming guy, you’ll be seen as just a girly boy, but when you’re someone who has to take more steps than that, who has to put in way more effort to even receive that “boy” title, anything could end up with you thrown back in the box of “girl”.

He had the privilege of having a rich stepdaddy who just wanted him to be quiet and behave however he could get that to happen—which happened to be testosterone, cutting his hair even shorter than it was, and being called “He”

Plus, a white lie that he was just an effeminate little kid who grew out of it to anyone who was confused as to where Laura’s pretty daughter went. He just had to avoid anyone who really knew him before.

Because people accept that more than the truth, which is that he was a girl who was always a boy.

Kreese was the only man besides Sid whom he had as a male role model—and of course, Kreese was the only one he loved. The one he thought he should be like—and we all know what a wonderful impact Kreese has.

He wasn’t allowed to care like his mother. He wasn’t allowed to cry. He wasn’t allowed to be a pussy. He wasn’t allowed to be anything but what he saw in front of him, what he saw in movies—stereotypical and obvious.

If he said he enjoyed the dresses his mother used to buy him, he's a faker.

If he mentions that he always loved little soldier toys and monster truck jammies, then he’s not faking. When he’s in the locker room talking about girls and football, isn’t faking. If his towel slips, he’s faking.

That’s how it is. It doesn’t matter who he is inside if people can’t see it.

It’s tiring. He didn’t really enjoy playing a whole new act.

But he clung to every shred of “proof” he had, even when he started to pass. Even when all the “Mis—I mean, Sir”s stopped, even when there was no trace of Joanie.

When she was dead to him and everyone that knew her.

Bobby was there the whole time, he watched Johnny’s progression, was the first to call him Johnny, and was the first Johnny felt comfortable changing in front of. Bobby had some difficulty with his parents over it, and it made Johnny feel terrible. It felt like he was a burden, and his freakiness would always get in the way. That’s why he took so long to be open with any of the the other Cobras about it, besides the fear of getting thrown in a lake for what he is.

Just his existence caused ripples.

He could always tell when his mother missed her daughter—some days he felt like a murderer.

He didn’t like the pressure he felt with the girls he pursued to be this overly masculine meathead. Ali never pushed him into anything—she actually seemed to hate his macho act—but there are rules to being a boyfriend, like there are rules to being a girlfriend, right? You gotta be dominating and tough, and you can’t let her touch your ass even if you want her to, and you can’t talk about other boys you find cute because only girls can like boys, and he’s not a girl just like he’s not a fag. That’s what it is to be the man of a woman.

He didn’t want to be questioned. He didn’t want to see doubt in anyone’s face.

Maybe it was one reason he was so fucking angry about Daniel, who didn’t have to do any of that being born male, yet it all came so easy to him anyway. Didn’t have to worry even if he didn’t do as expected.

It felt like Ali went off to find herself a real boy. One who couldn’t fight, had no muscles, and probably didn’t even know who Rocky was- did none of the things Johnny had to do.

Don’t you have to be taller than your girlfriend? But then he thinks, when Johnny was a girlfriend the height never was an issue.

Daniel just got to…relax into the role of being male.

But maybe it was his view of women that he learned from Kreese that drove her away. Maybe it’s how he forced himself to act. Maybe it’s because his strive had him stepping on women by accident.

Johnny found himself wanting to be more like Daniel. Unquestioned in his shortcomings. Effortlessly masculine. He could do things like...keep his own hair silky without feeling like a gender traitor.

It was infuriating. It was unfair. It was embarrassing. It made him wonder if he slipped up with Ali and she lost attraction to him. He wondered If he wasn’t enough.

Kreese “had no issue with such a strong appreciation for the male lifestyle.” Saw that unique pain in Johnny as another way to mold him. Told Johnny that if his parents failed him, he’d be there to provide his hormones. You really can’t fuck up with a kid that desperate to be accepted, can you? Desperate, glowing potential Kreese needed to keep hidden under his wing. Doesn’t matter what he calls himself, as long as he does what Kreese tells him to.

He could drip alcohol into the cut when Johnny misbehaved with a simple pronoun slip up.

When Johnny got choked by Kreese and completely lost a pillar in his life, he fell completely into his persona, even when he was with the Cobras who always had a way of making him forget he wasn’t born like them.

Beer and chicks and cars and meat—hell yeah, right? Yeah. Yeah. Those are his favorite things. That’s all he wants. Men are supposed to want to fuck things and they’re supposed to look at porn, so he tries to want that. He’s a man’s man, and he never wants to do any of the feminine shit he used to.

He was near-frantic when he kept having rough patches and couldn’t afford his hormones without Sid’s allowance. His life was in that old man’s hands, and when Daniel raised the rent, he felt sickeningly afraid that he’d have to choose between giving up his dojo or giving up the shots that made him feel just okay enough to keep going.

It feels like the comfort of being the man came with a whole new torture caused by the weight of what it really means to be that man—The feeling or the performance? Is he still man enough if he misses a shot?

He never had any surgery. He honestly never really thought about it–he was the only trans person he knew growing up, and he didn’t really…want it? Whenever he told people his condition, that was always the question. “So...did you get surgery yet?”

Yet.

Like he had to do it. As if it were required of him, like all the countless other things, if he wanted to be who he was on the inside.

His chest was the same size as a man with pecs on the plumper side, so who cares? He liked the way he looked there. No one ever commented on his chest, because it’d be rude to say anything about that that to a man.

He didn’t want doctors touching him, or observing him. He didn’t want to talk about it. He didn’t want to think about it.

He still wears binders like he used to and stuffs his pants every now and then—on hard days when he’s worried someone will look into his eyes and just...know.

I imagine Daniel having zero idea until he happened to find Johnny with his binder halfway on. Ending up ruddy and panicked and slamming the door closed to give Johnny privacy.

And Daniel’s old and not all that well-versed in such things, but he tries to be gentle with delicate topics and delicate people.

The talk he and Johnny would have would be awkward. Snappy and defensive on Johnny’s end.

He would somehow be more knowledgeable on the topic than Johnny and it wouldn’t go to far the first time, but slowly and surely Johnny would open up for him. Tell him more and more. Reveal what the big driver for his anger with him was.

There’s something sweetly validating about the man you considered an enemy for so long accepting you as you are and validating you—even with all the details.

Maybe Johnny starts to cry again. starts grooming himself again. Gaining his “I don’t care what you think because I could kick your ass” attitude.

Maybe all the joy of having people that care about him in his life—reconciling with his kid perhaps—has him relaxing his shoulders for once.

Maybe he lets himself try a queer bar. Lets his eyes wander over to other men, easy and guiltless unlike the other times, because truly what’s manlier than liking other men? Maybe he lets himself go home with one, lets himself ask for what he wants because the guy seemed to already understand everything, like he’d been with people like Johnny before. He had no expectations.

(There’s also a world where Sam confides in him about her feeling like she has to be hyper-feminine and palatable to be liked when maybe she wants to shave her head and still wear skirts—)

[samaellevampire]

Fixation

Paring: Rain

Genre: Smut (explicit)

NSFW

Words: 1,067

Summary: Rain took his testosterone injection a short time ago. He feels like he's going crazy. He wants everything and everyone. He finally gives in and decides to satisfy himself.

Warning: Trans!Rain (anatomy: pussy, cunt, dickclit), masturbation, handjob, fingering himself, caught at the end.

Fixation part 2: here

Read below the cut people please.

Yesterday Rain gave his hormone injection under the supervision of Cumulus. Everything went well and he is very happy with it. Well...only if he leaves out a small detail. A big detail in fact.

He feels like he's going crazy.

He slept very poorly last night, as he often does in the days after his injection. This strange feeling of lack and fixation he feels. Bordering on obsession. Everything makes him think of that. Every movement, every breath, every image, every object, every person... He wants everything and everyone. His pupils are dilated and he is breathing quickly. Anyone might think they're high when they're not at all.

He just needs it.

Since waking up he has only thought about that. Even before. This is also the reason that prevented him from sleeping well. He silently fights against himself but he knows very well that he will end up giving in to his desire. He is warm. His whole body is burning. He's boiling inside.

This desire becomes necessary.

He could accuse the whole world of being against him knowing full well that there is only one person responsible for his feelings. Himself. More precisely his hormones. It must be said that the others don't help him either. Just standing a few feet away from him right now is like torture.

This morning when leaving his room, Rain came across Swiss who was wearing only a bath towel hanging around his waist as he was coming out of the shower. The multi was in the hallway talking to Cirrus. The water ghoul couldn't help but involuntarily ogle at him as he passed by.

The little ringlets of his hair, his magnificent face, his infectious smile, his soft skin, the drops of water that fall and drip down his muscular chest at that moment, his waistline, his lower abdomen and his muscular thighs... Rain bites his lower lip and unconsciously squeezes his thighs a little, just thinking about all this.

But the most interesting thing was hidden under that cursed bath towel. He had thought about falling on purpose to hope to tear off pieces of tissue because he wanted to, but he settled for walking faster to prevent the situation from turning into a tragedy.

"Hey Rain? Are you with us? Are you listening to me?" Mountain said, shaking his hand in front of his friend's face. “You’re weird today, man.”

Oops, he had also apparently forgotten the details and had gone too deep in his thoughts. Phantom, Dewdrop and him agree to go to the greenhouse so that Mountain shows them a new plant that he is proud to take care of.

The water ghoul comes back to reality by blinking his eyes several times and realizes three things. Already, all his friends are looking at him strangely, wondering what is happening to him. Then, the big ghoul looks a little upset at not being listened to by everyone. Finally, his underwear is wet. And that, that's really the thing too many. He'll explode if he doesn't do something.

"I'm sincerely sorry Mountain. I was lost in my thoughts. I'll come back to see your plant later, I promise. Right now I have uh...something to do. Sorry." Rain said looking away, taking a few steps back with an apologetic expression on his face.

He hears his friend sigh as he turns and feels everyone's confused looks on his shoulders. He's really sorry but he can't hold back any longer. He walks quickly to his room, traversing the long corridors of the ministry.

Once he arrives, he doesn't even take the time to close the door properly and unbuttons his pants before unzipping it. His pants and boxers quickly end up falling in disarray on the cold floor not far from his dresser. The water ghoul already feels the heat from his crotch spreading to the top of his inner thighs, accompanied by a feeling of wetness.

Rain lies on his back on his bed, his upper back and shoulders sinking a little into his pillows. He slowly lowers his right hand onto his body and doesn't wait any longer. He can finally let out a sigh mixed between relief and pleasure immediately after he begins to gently caress his dickclit with the tips of his fingers. The senses were flocking to that part of his body, making him so sensitive and so wanting.

"Oh fuck... I'll never wait that long again." He says, sighing again as he puts a little more pressure on his fingers.

Quite quickly, he moistens the tips of his index and middle fingers so that they slide better on his capricious limb then places them each on either side of his tiny cock to start making back and forth movements against it. He alternates with small circular movements, rewetting his fingers thanks to his transparent and viscous slick.

Not long after, he himself teases the entrance to his pussy by pressing his fingertips on the completely soaked spot. His middle finger goes in very easily because he is so excited. He gently removes it then inserts it again accompanied by his ring finger. He shivers as he feels the pleasant sensation surrounded and pressed against his two fingers. A warm, wet place just waiting to be used for personal pleasure.

Gentle back and forth movements settle in as his breathing becomes deeper. This doesn't stay long as the gentle movements become faster and more confident. His fingers on the inside make small waves movements and imitate a hook to stimulate him while his fingers on the outside press against his humid, burning skin. His eyes slowly close to make the most of it.

After several minutes had passed while he was making himself feel good, footsteps were heard in the hallway. He doesn't pay attention because he's too busy moaning softly while his breathing is rapid and jerky.

"You'll never guess what- Oh." The fire ghoul said as he entered Rain's room, laughing and looking a little more surprised when he saw the scene in front of him. He blinks a few times looking at his friend's cunt with his fingers buried inside to register the information. “Maybe...I could help you?” He doesn't even try to hide his little smirk and his voice teases because he knows very well that his friend won't be able to resist this offer.

[moonsporemoth]

Caustic x Reader NSFW Headcanons

Caustic x GenderNeutral!Reader (and some extra bits at the end for trans men) Headcanons:Warning: NSFW, Food Kink (slight), Mention of possession, Mention of underwear stealing --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

*Caustic considered himself a man above simple things like desire. He simply didn't have the time nor interest for it.

*At least that's what he thought until he met you.

*You were also a contester in the games. A good-looking one at that. He was intrigued immediately when you introduced yourself to him as if he was an average Joe.

*Surely you had watched the Apex Games and seen him before? Why were you so nonchalant with him?

*At first, it infuriated him. You acted as if he wasn't this amazing man of great capabilities.

*Then it excited him, to his extreme surprise.

*He liked that you treated him like a normal man, not a psychopath like everyone else did.

*It started slow.

*At first, it was just simple, innocent thoughts about what you could be up to when he was alone. Were you preparing for a game? What did you do for fun when alone?

*Then it got a little less innocent. He thought about how you'd sound in bed. Were you breathy and quiet? Or gaspy and loud? Were you a screamer? Maybe if he did it right, you'd be.

*He wasn't ashamed of these thoughts, but surprised. He hadn't thought about sex in a while, with all the games and hiding he was doing.

*Sure people had made approaches. Usually, younger girls who liked the mysterious vibe he gave off (and the idea of a sugar daddy), but he always declined with disgust.

*But here he was, fantasizing about you the way those girls did him.

*It was awkward at first for him. He'd think about you and then have to work with you in a game. It was often harder (wink wink) to work when he wanted to just take you right then and there.

*Especially when you teased him.

*It was innocent enough. You making jokes at his expense about his stamina in game or how old he was. But it made him want to prove you wrong and fuck you sore right there in the abandoned building.

*Or when you cooked food on off times. It was a love language he found very enticing, especially when you hummed and wiggled your hips while cooking him something.

*It made him want to skip over the meal and have you instead. (Or integrate the meal into bed ;))

*Speaking of food, he loved when you ate in front of him. You weren't really messy, but you weren't careful in the slightest and he enjoyed watching you scarf down your favorite food after a rigorous match.

*It made him wonder (and jerk off to the thought of) how you'd go down on his dick.

*He often spent multiple nights fisting his cock at the thought of you bouncing on him.

*He often came to the thought of you riding him in one of his coats.

*He didn't know why, but he enjoyed "owning" you in some way.

*And don't even get him started on the idea of stealing your underwear.

*It's taken him all of his self-restraint some days to not grab a few pairs and stuff them in his pocket while you had him help with laundry.

(A few extra for my fellow trans men) *He's surprised.

*He didn't know he was attracted to men?

*He's pretty chill with it though, often telling you scientific proof that gender is a social construct to make you feel better if you're dysphoric.

*If you still have a pussy, he'll have you sit on his face for HOURS. He wants to make you feel good.

*Grab his hair while he eats you out and suddenly you're riding him?

*Like? How tf did that happen? Jk jk, he'll give you a warning (and see if you're okay with riding him when you're so sensitive)

*If you have top surgery, he'll trace your top scars with his tongue, looking up at you all the while. 🤤

*If you don't he'll just lick and suck at them like a starved man. (and look up at you ofc)

*He'll also suck you off (whether you have bottom surgery or not). He'll sit there are suck on your T-dick and afterward tell you how nice you taste.

A/N: I think I went a liiiiiiittle crazy with this one, (704 words for a list of headcanons kinda crazy) but to be fair I haven't written in like 4 or 5 months and I actually was able to write this without much trouble… (also this is my first time posting a fic on Tumblr so idk if this is good, but I might start posting here more)

Links: Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/LV2Obsess Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_WueKCrCs0&t=550s (don't ask idk)

[the-everqueen]

Definitely curious about the genderflip Sandman fic 👀

SAME. as in, this is only a concept on the back burner of my brain because i haven't really worked out a satisfying answer to the central q of the thing which is: what does a gender flip DO to these characters?

because here's the thing. i think 99.9% of the time a genderswap au is unnecessary and boring. (not to mention essentialist as hell.) boys have pussies, girls have dicks, people of all genders are intersex, etc. some of us notgirls and failguys just want to vicariously experience our fave getting his clit sucked or her prostate massaged. i personally hate fics that go "but what if these [cis] dudes were [cis] GIRLS" and then proceed to strip the characters of everything that makes them compelling, that makes THEM, because at that point you might as well just flesh out your OCs and maybe interrogate your internalized misogyny and transphobia while you're at it.

anyways.

in the case of sandman, i am (transparently, obviously) curious about what happens if the Corinthian is not designed to be (read as) a man. in the comix, he very much embodies the fears and risks associated with gayness in the 90s (the AIDS epidemic, the dual violence of the closet and/or being outed, the culture around cruising, intersections of race and class with queerness in U.S. urban areas, etc). in the show that's subtly shifted to be a broader umbrella of queerness as well as a very 21st century anxiety around surveillance/public vs private that also taps into a cultural fascination with serial killers. in both cases, him reading as white, middle-aged U.S. man is a CRUCIAL part of what he signifies. he looks like (and takes advantage of being) someone with a lot of social privilege, across multiple categories. no one is going to question why he's in a fancy hotel, a conference room, a seedy bar, a suburb. OBVIOUSLY that changes if any one of these categories changes. i'm thinking about how and also what that means.

(the dreaming spinoff comix tried to do a Thing with a female Corinthian: while Coco spends a year as a real boy, a trans woman named Echo takes his place in the Dreaming. the spinoff handles Echo...really poorly. [i wrote a whole paragraph here trying to distill her arc but it's tangential to this post so suffice to say: it was Bad.] Echo is posed as this "femme fatale" type because i guess if the Corinthian is a woman, she'd also have to be sexy and alluring to the (heterosexist) male gaze. imho this was a cop-out, but then again...what about that spinoff wasn't.)

on some level i'm not sure the Corinthian could ever be anything besides the Corinthian, if that makes sense. as in, if you change anything about him, maybe then he ceases to be the Corinthian and becomes something else entirely. Dream can take different forms (and Overture has a femme!Dream) because stories can take different forms across cultures and times and species. but the Corinthian is intrinsically tied up in humanity and its biomythic nature. and what we think of as Human, as Sylvia Wynter reminds us, is very much tied up in narratives around identity including race, gender, and class.

at the same time my id absolutely wants a butch lesbian Corinthian who uses he/him pronouns. mostly because lesbian and wlw sex STILL gets dismissed or sanitized or erased or pathologized, even though queer women remain subject to state, police, and domestic violence at higher rates than their straight and/or cis counterparts. (also yes i'm counting my trans hermanas y primas, t*rfs can fuck right off.) but also because i'm a fagdyke with religious trauma who relates very hard to god's failed masterpiece.

[lunatic-pudge]

Brain Damaged Dude With A PUSSY?!?! (Requested by Benatar_My_Bethroed)

-Okay, so this isn't trans Dude. Just your normal everyday Dude who happens to have a pussy. Why? Cause he's baby girl and deserves to have one

-Now, let's say Dude's doing his thing in his dream. Yeah, he's going around killing people and chasing his Alt counterpart for that damn T.V., but you know he's stepping off to the side to have some little fun time to himself

-And since it's a dream, Dude can make anything he want happen, even some altering of his appearance. So obviously this man gives himself a pussy. Of course he does. And you know that this man is gonna use and abuse his new "parts". Dude lives for taking things as far as they can go

-This man is gonna STUFF himself to the brim. This man is definitely a fan of Bad Dragon products. Which means he's filling himself with some wild looking monster cocks. He loves the feeling of being stuffed gives him. It makes him even wetter than he was when gave himself a pussy. Someone give this man a dildo that shoots fake cum. I wanna see him bent over with fake cum dripping out of his pussy.

-Dude loves taking things as far as he can. And if you're there, it's an added bonus

-Imagine eating this man out. Finger fucking him while sucking on his clit. You could probably get him to squirt from it, which would just rile him up more. This man is gonna want you to keep going til you milked him dry for all he's worth. And don't you worry, he'll be sure to return the favor tenfold. Dream or IRL, you both are in for the ride of a lifetime

-Now if you're someone who's AMAB, you already know that Dude's gonna want you to rail him and put him in his place. Dude would probably go full porn star mode, it's ridiculous. But with all those cute moans you get out of him, you just can't hate him for it. Would it be wrong to say I could see him telling you to breed him? I mean, just look at him. You know he's gonna want you to fill him up with your cum, he's just someone who tends to say the first thing on his mind, and you breeding him is on his mind. Oops

-Now I said this was all in his dream state, but this can all apply to real life as well. I mean, come on, Dude being a pussy owner makes sense and he would have so much fun with it. And of course he's dragging you into the mix. He wants you to enjoy this as well

-Now the real question is, who's pussy is better? BD Dude or Alt Dude? Vote now!

[burntpastel]

wriggle

(On A03)

Summary: A snippet of what happens when Miles is left alone with Prowler-Miles.

Notes: milescest noncon with trans 1610!miles. cws: noncon, selfcest, blood and injury, underage

18+ only, explicit, not sfw, etc

Miles shifts in his place face down on the floor, trying to regain a little bit of feeling in his arms, bound behind his back. His cunt is sore, and there's a pulsing pain in his lower abdomen like cramps. He's surprised that Miles--the other one, Prowler-Miles--he's surprised that he hasn't worn his dick into a stump by now.

Prowler-Miles is somewhere behind him catching his breath, apparently not interested in touching him if it's not to slide his cock in and out of him and threaten him with his claws. Miles senses his eyes on him, though, maybe admiring the damage, the way his come leaks out of his puffy, abused lips.

Uncle Aaron has long since left, evacuating the second it came to light that Miles had a pussy unlike his counterpart and Prowler-Miles's teenage hormones went full throttle. Prowler-Miles had been stripping him out of his clothes in a fit of material possessiveness, and his claws easily shredded his suit in the process, revealing his biology.

Miles begged Uncle Aaron not to go, to put a stop to this before it started, hoping he'd have a shred of empathy for his not-quite nephew, but it wasn't so. He did little more than suggest it was a little weird to want to fuck someone with his own face.

Prowler-Miles rouses behind him, and Miles hopes for the millionth time that he's finally done and pulling up his pants, but he feels that cold metal close around his ankles, pulling him towards his captor once more.

"I'm not a toy," Miles insists through his teeth, voice hoarse from tears.

"Says who?" came the too-soft reply. Something about the way Prowler-Miles speaks irks him--how he never takes what he says seriously, how he never rises to meet his emotions. Just distance.

"Just get a girlfriend or something, man!" Miles tries to pull his leg out of his grip, but those claws tighten and press, threatening to sever tendons.

"I don't need one." He leaves the other half unsaid, which only serves to humiliate Miles more.

Miles finally lifts his head off the ground and glares over his shoulder. "I'll die if you keep me here!"

Nothing in Prowler-Miles's expression changes, but he pauses for a second, and for a single beat of his heart Miles hopes he's gotten through to him.

"Yeah, those glitches? The ones that nearly tore your dick off? They're killing me. If I don't go back to my dimension, I'll die."

"Bummer."

Prowler-Miles climbs on top of him, situating himself between Miles's thighs. Miles gives him one last mortified look before he has to turn away. Can't look himself in the eye while he does this to him. He buries his face against the hard concrete below, trying to drown out the sensation of Prowler-Miles's tip dragging against his pussy lips as he angles himself. Miles breathes hard, aching. He fitfully strains against his binds, but he's long since exhausted himself. He's bound in such a way that his hands can't reach to Venom Strike the chains, either--Prowler-Miles learned that trick quickly.

He hasn't felt this helpless since--

Prowler-Miles buries himself to the hilt. Miles can't help the groan of discomfort that leaves his mouth as he slides against his tender insides. Prowler-Miles shivers above him, as if it's the first time all over again. He never seems to adjust. Miles worries that he'll never get his fill, that his last moments will be spent underneath this monster.

When Prowler-Miles starts moving, his motions are quick and rough. Just trying to drive himself to orgasm over and over and over. Miles doesn't know it'd be more humiliating if he slowed down and savored it, or if it's worse like this, used as his personal fleshlight.

Each time, Miles promises himself he won't cry again, and each time he breaks that promise. Tears are forced from his eyes. Broken sobs and half moans fall from his lips, their voices mingling in the air as Prowler-Miles humps his core, claws spread on either side of him.

These sessions are getting longer and longer, to Miles's dismay. Prowler-Miles came in just a few thrusts the first time, but now it seems it's getting harder and harder to work himself over the edge, taking it all out on Miles's pussy. He tries to think - has his libido ever been this bad? He's done some crazy things to get off, but he's never gone at it for hours like this. Prowler-Miles seems… uniquely pent up.

A claw comes to rest on the back of his neck, his fingers curling around until Miles can feel his own pulse against those sharp tips, threatening to break the skin. Prowler-Miles's hips grind against his ass as he drives himself into him. He makes soft sounds behind Miles, sounds that make his face burn and an unpleasant knot form in his stomach. A whine bubbles up Miles's throat that he smothers into a growl. Prowler-Miles doesn't acknowledge it either way - doesn't comment or laugh, seemingly oblivious to anything that isn't his own dick.

And then Miles is glitching. A buzzing sort of pain fills his bones as his body spasms, as if unsure of where it's supposed to be. He feels like he's being pulled apart, and a cry rings out around the room.

Then it's gone as suddenly as it came. No lingering pain, nothing to suggest it had ever happened. Miles takes a hiccuping breath, trying to steady himself. He feels Prowler-Miles lean over him. Miles flexes his fingers, reaching for him, but he was careful to avoid his hands and he only grazes his jacket.

"Quit doing that," Prowler-Miles growls in his ear.

"I-I can't--" Miles is cut off by his own whine as Prowler-Miles shoves his cock into him again. He was so disoriented by the glitch that he hadn't even noticed the absence. Prowler-Miles settles back into his hard, heavy pace without missing a beat, claw clutching Miles's hip like he's afraid he'll disappear if he lets go.

The physical reminder that he's dying on top of everything else that's happening is a bit much, and Miles squeezes his eyes shut and writhes--not that he can get far. As his forehead scrapes the floor, he senses a wetness on his skin beyond the cold sweat he's been sticky with. Blinking away tears, he finds a small, dark-colored pool forming below him, and only then does he register the new pain on either side of his neck, almost blending in with the tension headache he's had since he woke up.

Prowler-Miles's breath fans over Miles's skin, forehead resting against his skull. "I could've ripped your throat out."

A retort dies in Miles's throat, knowing that if he opened his mouth now the only thing that'd come out is a moan. His cunt is starting to throb in that way that it usually does on the tail end of their sessions. He hates when the pain fades and it starts to feel… good. Not that he's enjoying this an inch. He swallows, the motion aggravating his wounds, and does it again.

Still, he lets himself hope that this means Prowler-Miles is almost done. He chokes back as many moans as he can and repeats to himself, almost done, almost done, almost done…

Except he's still going, and despite his intense pace, it still doesn't have that fervor that suggests he's close. Miles, on the other hand, has a familiar feeling coiling between his legs. His heart hammers in his chest, clit throbbing in tandem. Is he seriously going to come from… this? He doesn't want to. It'd feel like losing, somehow. Losing some last shred of dignity he doesn't have.

"Wait, wait, wait--" Miles tries between gasps, voice high-pitched and whinier than he'd like. "Stop, seriously. Please. Please, I--"

"Shut up."

Prowler-Miles grabs him by the hips and hoists him to his knees, staying buried inside him. Miles yelps as he's repositioned, cheek sliding through his own pool of blood, then again as Prowler-Miles's cock strikes at a new angle inside him, hitting everything just right to hurtle him towards his oncoming orgasm. His toes curl in his suit, sobs and embarrassing sounds torn from his throat. He tries to wriggle away from the sensation.

"No, no, no! Just give me a-- ah-- break! Please!"

Prowler-Miles's claws come down on his hips hard, curling into the flesh to hold him steady, adding new punctures amongst the still-healing gouges.

"I said, shut up."

Miles whines, feet scraping the ground with nothing else to do, praying to no one that he's just misreading his body's signals, even as his cunt pulses and clenches down around the cock violating him. He begs for a glitch, for Uncle Aaron to return, for anything to stop this.

But nothing does, and with a few more steady pumps of Prowler-Miles's hips--and an utter betrayal of his body as his hips rock back to meet his thrusts--he's crying out, eyes rolling back as he's wracked with the most intense orgasm he's ever had. If it weren't for Prowler-Miles's death grip on him he'd have sunk to the floor, the way his legs push out from underneath him.

"Oh."

Prowler-Miles fucks him through it, fucks him harder as his pussy spasms and contracts around him. Miles can only whimper, his whole body quaking as his cock assaults his too-sensitive core. Tears stream across Miles's face for a whole new reason than before. His body twitches like he's glitching, trying to get away from the overstimulation.

That fervor is there, though. Prowler-Miles's claws are tight on Miles's hips, breathing hard and heavy behind him as he drives into him. Miles can feel the way he's trembling, feel his thrusts start to falter, unable to keep up as he chases his own pleasure. His pace falls apart, becoming erratic and uncoordinated. Miles closes his eyes and waits for it to be over.

"Fuck..."

Prowler-Miles comes with a low moan, buried to the hilt inside Miles as he spills. Miles distantly wonders what it would mean to get pregnant like this as Prowler-Miles rides out his orgasm, wetly grinding himself inside, claws tense and digging into Miles's wounds.

And then he pulls out. Miles's legs feel like jelly, and he sinks to the floor as soon as he's released, feeling a whole new kind of empty.

He's definitely lost something, though Miles could never put into words exactly what. He isn't praying to hear Prowler-Miles pull up his pants this time, feels like he couldn't care less what happens next. He sucks air into his lungs, relieved to have a breath that isn't immediately fucked out of him, feeling the most recent load pouring out of his cunt, trailing over his over-sensitive clit.

"Hey," Prowler-Miles speaks up, "how long do you have?"

"What?"

"Before that glitching kills you."

Miles sighs. "I don't know."

"Hm."

Minutes pass in silence, the only sound is the faint murmuring of the TV in the corner. He was too anxious to tune in before, too vigilant of Prowler-Miles. He thinks it's the news. Yet another disaster--someone he could save if he wasn't here, tied up and being used by himself.

He's so tired.

He hears a light scraping behind him. He pays it no mind, until fingers grasp his hair and force him to turn his head, claws painfully grazing his scalp in the process. Teeth bared in a grimace, he looks up at Prowler-Miles, hovering over him.

"Then I better enjoy you while I have you."

[desperatelyseekingcannibals]

Euphoria (Hannigram AU) - Shortfic

Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Tags: AU, Trans Masc Will Graham, therapy, sex therapy, inexperienced Will, kissing, clothed sex, nipple play, blow job (on a trans man), service top Hannibal, (anatomical words - t-cock, front hole, pussy), fingering, squirting, desk sex, front hole sex, Will is a good boy.

Will seeks out therapy and doesn't realise that Hannibal is a radical sex therapist.

Final installment on my @transhanniday Bingo card: Cop Will, Euphoria and Hannibal's Desk

Euphoria (6.6k words):

Will grew up in an environment where therapy just wasn’t something that happened. As a kid, it wasn’t something that existed outside of derisive comments on the sort of TV shows his dad watched. People who went to therapy were weak, it wasn’t something that men did. 

And that was the strange irony of it. That his dad held those beliefs - and many others Will might not agree with once he was grown and had a mind of his own - and yet had accepted Will was trans. 

Will had always been what they called a tomboy, he’d gone by the name Will as a shortening of his birth name for as long as he could remember. Once his mama died, his dad had let him do as he pleased as regards the clothes he wore and activities he partook in. And when he wasn’t at school, he dressed in dirty overalls and helped his dad at the boatyard. Hell, most of the customers thought the scruffy kid with a short mop of curly hair and dirt on his face was a boy. 

Truth was, Bill Graham had always wanted a son, so he had accepted it easily. With his wife gone - taken from him by cancer - it felt like the universe, or God, or whatever, was giving him something back. Making his kid into a real boy, like their own version of Pinocchio. 

And that had all been great for Will, he’d felt accepted for who he really was - affirmed - a word he learned many years later. His dad even bought him the bandages he used to bind his chest when his budding breasts started to grow in. But that wasn’t enough to counter the feeling of discomfort and disgust as his body started to change. As he went from being a little boy to a pubescent girl. Because there was no hiding it then, no escaping it or the way it made him feel. 

And, looking back, that would have been the ideal time for Will to seek therapy. But it wasn’t something men did.

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[lestatlovesboypussy]

“This environment is new to me,” Lestat nodded, looking around at the other people having a smoke and a chat. “I’ve been ah, a bit of a shut-in, lately.” Rhydian nodded, humming again. “We’ve all been there. It’s good, though, to come out and meet people.” “Yes, yes,” Lestat agreed, blowing out smoke and looking at Rhydian again. His shirt, he finally noticed, said ‘a boy without a pussy is like an angel without wings’. He almost choked on his cigarette.  Rhydian laughed softly, his eyes heavier when Lestat looked back at his face. “Hadn’t clocked me, huh? You disappointed?”  “No, not at all,” Lestat insisted. He was pretty sure he knew what the shirt meant, but he couldn’t think of a way to ask without sounding very old. “Good.” “Good?”  “Yeah,” Rhydian shrugged, leaning a little closer to him. “You’ll do, I guess.” There was a flash of smile, and Lestat felt, for the first time in a long time, like he was the prey about to be devoured. He couldn’t deny it was working for him.  “I’ll do ?” Lestat challenged, leaning closer too. This part he knew how to do. He reached out to push some of Rhydian’s hair out of his face so he could look in his eyes unimpeded. It was messy from the club, and a little damp at the roots. It smelled heavenly. “Mmm, you’ll do,” Rhydian confirmed, fingers of his free hand grasping Lestat’s shirt. He pulled him down for a kiss, open-mouthed from the beginning, and Lestat grunted softly. It had been a long time.

Lestat finally rejoins the world in 2024, and meets Rhydian, a trans man who challenges him from the first moment they meet. Lonely and desperate for connection, Lestat chases him, but what will happen when it comes to light that Rhydian has history with Lestat's ex-husband, Louis de Pointe du Lac?

I've just posted Chapter 5 of this and realised I never posted it here properly, so here it is! Trans man OC/Lestat/Louis with a large helping of kinky sex!