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thehypnone · 3 months ago

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Symbol on the Surface Chapter 5

WC: 2,2k

Relationship: SwissAlps

Tags: Transmasc Swiss, Pregnancy, Cravings, Cooking, Fluff

“Can you imagine it, though?” Swiss asks. “Our kits running around backstage?” “I don’t think I’d be able to focus on playing knowing there’s three kits of yours backstage.”

Notes: This chapter was co-written by @skele-bunny and @jimothybarnes. Thank you both for help <3

Chapter 1 here or on AO3.

Read chapter 5 under the cut or on AO3.

Just as Omega has predicted, Swiss’ complete lack of appetite and food repulsion went away soon enough, turning into cravings.

Insane cravings.

Third night in a row Mountain wakes up in the middle of it alone in their nest. At first his instincts make his heart rate spike, worried about his pregnant mate before he’s even fully awake, but then the earth ghoul’s mind clears and he knows exactly where to look for Swiss.

In the kitchen.

Obviously.

He yawns and stretches and rubs his eyes before getting out of the nest. It’s quite cold—Mountain shudders and decides to throw a blanket around his shoulders before leaving the room to go hunt for his mate. Again.

The walk to the kitchen isn’t very eventful—besides occasional stepping over a mess generated by his pack. Soon enough Mountain turns the corner to the common room and sees the kitchen light on.

And his mate moving around erratically; from the cabinets, to the fridge, and back to the counter.

For a moment Mountain just stares as Swiss bends for the space under the sink and pulls out dish soap. Completely in disbelief, the earth ghoul watches his mate open the cap and pour it on a sandwich which looks like a demon on its own.

“Darling,” he calls softly, making Swiss’ head perk up and his tail start wagging, “are those batteries?”

Swiss looks down at his sandwich, spoon in his mouth muffling the words, “Will you judge me if I say yes?”

“...Yes.”

“Then, no. They’re not.” Swiss puts the top onto his abomination and moves it next towards a cup that he also filled with dish soap.

Mountain steps closer, looking into the cup and raising an eyebrow. “Can I at least ask what’s this?”

“Earl gray tea, with coke, and soap!”

“My heart…” Mountain sighs in exasperation and worry—albeit with a tinge of humor, “Are you ill?”

The multi ghoul laughs, nudging his elbow at the other before going to grab his items, but his hands end up being moved away, causing a pout to show on his face.

“I was gonna eat that!” he protests. The truth is that with him being a ghoul—and a multi ghoul, at that—that horrible meal probably wouldn’t damage…much; like it would a human. Still, he should be properly nourished considering he’s growing three little demons in his belly.

“The hell you are, mister!” Mountain chuckles. “C’mon, let me make you actual food…What are you craving?”

“Oh…” Swiss thinks for a moment. “Acid and ham…”

“How about ham and mashed potatoes instead?”

“Ugh, I guess I can work with that.” The multi ghoul rolls his eyes as he grabs a bag of salt and vinegar chips from Sunshine’s secret stash—Mountain only huffs to himself before getting vinegar from the fridge and handing it over to Swiss.

The two share a few giggles—with Swiss only throwing a small tantrum as his science experiments get tossed out, but still sitting up on the island countertop obediently when his mate tells him to. It’s a comforting silence with the ambience of Mountain collecting his pans and pots throughout the kitchen, working methodically and quickly.

“Do you want scalloped? Garlic?” he asks, reaching into the pantry and pulling out two potatoes, awaiting Swiss’ answer.

There is a brief moment of silence as he considers, cheeks getting warm as Swiss lays his face in his hands. “Both…can I choose both?”

“I can do both.”

“Then I want both.”

Mountain sighs, “I love it when you boss me around.”

Laughter bursts once again, accompanied by the noise of Swiss’ tail thumping against the cabinet fronts. His eyes follow Mountain’s every move, stomach twisting as he tries to settle himself. Just a little longer and then he’s going to have a full meal just to himself.

As he’s preparing actual food for his poor hungry mate, Mountain catches the sight of Swiss’ tummy from the corner of his eye. The multi ghoul’s sleep shirt rode up a little when he sat on the counter and his slumped over position makes his—still rather small, but undoubtedly there—baby bump that much more noticeable.

Mountain thinks he falls in love with him all over again, right there.

Finally, having finished preparing both types of potatoes, and with the ham thoroughly washed and seasoned, Mountain settles the items in the oven and on the stove top before going back to wash his hands for the final time.

“My heart,” Mountain purrs with a smile, “your three a.m. dinner will be done in just a couple of minutes.”

Swiss groans in excitement, kicking his feet like a toddler against the counter. “I would absolutely suck your dick right now if I felt like I could get up after.”

“Oh, you’re ridiculous.”

“It’s true!” Swiss argues. “If I felt like I could get up from a kneeling position—my back hurts like a bitch—right here and now. Both hands, open mouth. I’m just saying!”

The earth ghoul stares with a playful glare, raising his hands and flicking the water droplets onto his mate, smiling as Swiss turns his head with a quiet ‘hey!’. Mountain steps back, making his way towards Swiss, to wrap his arms around him and kiss his cheek. He feels Swiss lean back against him, sighing as Mountain slowly rubs over his stomach.

Silence falls again as the multi ghoul moves his tail to curl around Mountain’s thigh and yawns.

“If you want to sleep, I can take you back to bed. Doesn’t hurt to put the food in a container for tomorrow.”

“No!” Swiss sits back up. “Mashed potatoes heated up in the microwave is the worst thing that I’ve ever experienced. Well, besides the other…horrors of living.”

Mountain shakes his head, before leaning in and kissing his mate’s temple. “You and your odd comparisons.”

“Mountain, my love,” Swiss whines, “these babies want ham and if I don’t get that in the next five seconds I might blow up the Abbey.”

“You have to stop threatening to blow everything up, my heart,” the earth ghoul chuckles. “That’s like the third time today, you’re gonna end up on the list.”

Still, he moves away from Swiss to go stir the mashed potatoes and check on the other two in the oven. It doesn’t take as long as Swiss thought it would—he’s kicking his feet again as Mountain cuts him a plate, placing it delicately in front of him. The earth ghoul stands quietly as he watches, eyebrows pinched together and head tilted as within just two minutes Swiss holds his plate out again.

“Also,” Swiss swallows the last bite as Mountain takes his plate for seconds, “Dew isn’t on the list and he threatens to burn the place down every minute.”

“Dew absolutely is on the list and he talks about it with pride. He’s been put on it even before you were summoned.” Mountain’s tail flicks as he walks over, hand on his cheek as he watches Swiss’ expression change to disbelief.

“Wait, there’s actually a list?”

A nod. “Uh–huh.”

“And I’m not on it!? That is so not fair!”

Mountain stares back this time, shaking his head with a quiet laugh. “You two can duke it out in the morning over who gets to be on the list. Feed our children for now.”

“Good, I’m gonna win,” Swiss states proudly as he lifts the fork to take another bite.

Around four helpings later, Swiss finally calls it quits, whining about how he feels bigger than he already is. The remaining food went into containers and the fridge, but the dishes are being left for the morning as Mountain yawns once more.

“Mountain,” Swiss leans on the counter, watching as the other comes back around and readjusts the blanket still hanging on his shoulders, “I’m tired…”

“C’mere,” Mountain mutters with a soft smile as he takes off the blanket wrapped around himself. He stretches it between his arms and invites Swiss in with a nod. He grumbles something about Mountain probably being colder than he is, but hops off the counter and lets his mate put the fluffy fabric around him. The multi ghoul kicks up a purr and leans against Mountain to nuzzle under his chin.

“Let’s go back to bed, darling,” he mumbles.

“Yeah,” Swiss agrees. Despite everything they’re both exhausted. “What time is it even?”

“Probably nearing four.” It was just past three in the morning when Mountain left the nest.

“Oh, fuck,” the multi ghoul’s ears droop, immediately feeling horrible about dragging his mate out of bed at such hour and making him cook for him. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t–”

“It’s alright,” Mountain assures, “I don’t mind. We’ll have to get used to being up at night, anyway.”

“Shit…you’re right. That��s…”

“A little scary,” he finishes for the other, “but we’ll be alright.”

“Yeah.” Swiss sighs. “Yeah, we’ll be alright.”

Another of Swiss’ nightly—or morning?—escapades took its toll on the pair, but, thankfully, they don’t have anything to do, so they can rest during the day. And that’s what they’ve been doing for a while, but soon enough rotting in their nest got a little boring, so Swiss and Mountain have moved to the common room and are currently occupying half of the couch.

Mountain is purring quietly, laying with his eyes closed and his head in Swiss’ lap as the multi ghoul is running his fingers through his mate’s long, dark amber hair.

“I was thinking yesterday,” Swiss starts, breaking the comfortable silence “what about touring?”

Mountain hums in acknowledgement—he’s been thinking about that, too.

“I don’t know,” he replies truthfully, “but the next cycle isn’t even scheduled yet so I think we have time to think about it.”

“I mean, yeah, but…we wouldn’t have to give up touring right?” the multi ghoul asks and Mountain knows exactly what he’s thinking about.

“I don’t know,” he repeats. “I think Sister would’ve thrown a tantrum, but with Papa in charge, now? I think he’ll let us do whatever we think is best.”

“Yeah, true,” Swiss agrees—he’s got a point. A lot has changed for the better already, since their Papa became Frater Imperator; the human is working his ass off for the Siblings and the ghouls. He forgets about himself in that, but his ghouls will always remind him that despite everything he’s still their Papa—a part of their pack.

“Can you imagine it, though?” Swiss speaks again after a moment. “Our kits running around backstage?”

“I don’t think I’d be able to focus on playing knowing there’s three kits of yours backstage,” Mountain chuckles. Fair point.

“Oh, Lucifer,” Swiss gasps, “what if they’re all as chaotic as I am?”

“Then I’d say we’re all doomed.”

“Let’s hope they take after you more,” he giggles.

“Hm, maybe a little,” the earth ghoul mumbles—he’s so relaxed he’s nearly asleep, “but I do want them to be like their mama, too.”

“Mama?” Swiss asks, trying not to pay attention to the way his chest warms up at the word.

Mountain’s eyes snap open and he blushes, “Shit, sorry, I–that wasn’t meant to–it slipped out, I’m sorry.”

“No, no, it’s–I like it, actually,” Swiss admits, biting the inside of his cheek.

“You do?” His eyes light up. “Isn’t it…doesn’t it make you dysphoric, or anything? I don’t ever want to make you–”

“It doesn’t, “ the multi ghoul interrupts him. “Seriously, it really doesn’t, it feels…it feels good.”

Mountain lets out a breath of relief and sinks back into the couch, relaxing again. “Okay. Okay, good…but tell me if it changes, okay?”

“I will,” Swiss laughs and returns to stroking the earth ghoul’s hair. “What are you going to be? Daddy, papa?”

“I don’t know, haven’t thought about that.”

“But you thought about me being your kits’ mama?” The multi ghoul raises an eyebrow and watches Mountain’s face turn even redder in real time.

“Shut up,” Mountain mutters and turns to hide his face in his mate’s steadily growing bump. His purr kicks back up and it’s even louder this time; Swiss can’t stop smiling. He unglamors his claws to scratch at Mountain’s scalp—just behind his horns, where he likes it best—and the involuntary chirps the action pulls out of him make Swiss melt.

“Awww,” the multi ghoul coos. “Mama got the good spot?”

Mountain stills at that—completely freezes with his face still hidden in Swiss’ stomach. He immediately starts to worry that he shouldn’t have teased him and is about to apologize when the earth ghoul lifts his head and looks him straight in the eye.

“When can I knock you up again?”

The multi ghoul bursts out laughing.

“That bad, huh?” he smirks. “I don’t think it works like that, but you can try right now if you want.”

Swiss isn’t entirely prepared for Mountain jumping off the couch and scooping him right up into his arms, “Let’s try, then.”

It’s his turn to blush as he’s being carried back to their bedroom. Mountain can be quite determined when he really wants something…

Taglist: @arkeusruin @skele-bunny @everybodyshusband @ratsummer @jazz-bazz @mac-and-thefox @karmicbias @wine-irytatus

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #cw pregnancy #swissalps #symbol on the surface #hypnone writes

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seeminglydark · 2 years ago

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‘I’m scared too, but we’ll make it.’

He was the only one they were able to tell the truth about themself when they were kids, and he kept them safe. They wished they could go with him to Seattle Pride, but never could have dared, so he always brought a little of it back for them in the safety of his attic bedroom.

You are safe with me ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

Caro (not yet transitioned in This image, transmasc nonbinary grey-aro they/them) and Johnny (or Sully as he went by back then, pan grey-ace he/him) are characters from my webcomics Seemingly Dark and Mil-Liminal.

Things are so scary for a lot of people right now, and I didn’t feel like making a super cheerful Pride piece right away, so instead, something hopeful. I’ll probably post Caro’s coming out to him from my mini zine Prom Night later on, if you’re interested, for those who haven’t read it, but for now, please understand in or out of the closet, circumstance is different for everyone, you are so important and loved and valid. I hope my comics and my spaces can be safe places for you. Thank you for existing, please stay safe and I love you so much.

#pride #artists on tumblr #Pride month #trans #nonbinary #lgbtq #queer artists #comics #original characters #webcomics #alt text #alt txt in image

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polverineseventeen · 27 days ago

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yall can we stop babygirlifying trans guys? like, as a trans guy, i dont want all portrayals of me as a twink, yk? femininity isn't a bad thing, no matter what gender you are, but with a community that was born into a feminine role and mindset and then realized that they were men, representing them as fragile, uwu, smol, twinks, kind of pisses me off. also how most of the transmasc representations is a lot of us that are gay? which is fine because, like almost every other community, gay people exist lol. but i want more portrayals of those of us that are straight, aroace, bi, pan, etc. but that is a conversation that is different because everyone under the queer umbrella is underrepresented or misrepresented unfortunately. its hard to find transmasc representation, save perhaps for a few rare headcanons, so i feel like we should be more correctly represented. unfortunately, this same babygirlification is placed on amab nonbinary and/or gay representation. i also want more asexual rep cuz im ace lollll. and more rep with identities under the aromantic umbrella bc im idemiromantic and biased. also for trans rep in media, if the character has a romantic relationship why is it so like un-normal? like, if i ever get a girlfriend lol id tell her im trans and i assume we'd just carry on as normal. anyways, ive been yapping for too long...have a great day and/or night!

#transgender #trans man #transmasc #asexual #lgtbqia+#lgtbq community #queer #media #representation #important

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anystalker707 · 1 year ago

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Scream

Pairing: Sabo x [gn, afab] Reader Kinktober prompt: Masked Tags: Also contains roleplay and a little of bondage / Sabo and reader roleplay Scream / Recording / Transmasc friendly

KINKTOBER LIST MASTERLIST

Sabo would probably arrive anytime now. The two of you were going to watch a movie and most likely spend the night together, already getting in the October mood of horror movies and cuddling under blankets as the weather gets colder. Actually, you were very invested in getting into the mood.

You were making popcorn when your phone rang on the countertop; you picked it up right away, without looking at the contact. “Hello?”

“May I say, you’re looking gorgeous tonight,” the distorted voice said, making you pause for a moment.

“Um, who is this?” You held the phone between your shoulder and your ear, using both of your hands to get the pan off the stove and pour the popcorn into a bowl. “Sorry, this must be a mistake—”

A chuckle cut you off. “I’m not lying. I like that shirt. It has a print of your favorite movie, right?”

How did they know? You glanced down at your shirt by instinct, holding your phone in hand again.

“Yeah, your favorite,” the voice confirmed. Fuck.

“Are you observing me?” You asked, feeling a little anticipation drumming under your skin.

Another chuckle, but a more dragged one. “Can you guess where I am?” It had a teasing hint as if mocking you, while you looked around, feeling a shiver run down your spine. “Where am I, hm? Take a guess. Where am I?”

“What do you mean?” You whispered, slowly looking around.

They sighed. “There are two entrances to your house. Back and front. Can you guess where I am right now?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, slowly turning around to the back entrance, which connected to the kitchen through a glass wall that gave an open view of the backyard. The backyard was only illuminated so far as the kitchen’s light went, which wasn’t a lot past the back porch, only reaching the first tree.

“Check.” The voice cut through your thoughts, and you only noticed now the way your fingers had been gripping so tightly onto the phone.

They were somewhere near you, and their voice was so sharp and demanding. You still had the phone in hand, listening to the steady breathing from the other side of the line, and had to stand in front of the glass door for a long moment. Thankfully, the backyard lights could be turned on from inside the house, so you did it first, trying to check as far as you could from behind the glass. It wasn’t a lot, and it didn’t reveal anything anyway.

Your hand shook a bit as you unlocked and opened the door and finally stepped outside, into the chilly night. It sounded as quiet as ever. No one was on one side nor on the other, so you took a few steps off to the side just to check if there was someone between the trees.

“…You’re just playing games. Go fuck with someone else.” A sharp sigh escaped your lips. You were just wasting your time. “I don’t even know why I didn’t hang up first thing.”

Whatever they said, it was ignored as you hung up and headed back inside the house, sighing softly as you closed the glass door, locking it again and trying to shake the thoughts off your head. It was just a silly prank. You walked over to the popcorn, but you heard something fall behind you, and you turned around, your heart almost stopped at the sight of a figure standing there in black clothes and a ghost mask. Your blood practically drained to your feet. Fuck, it felt so real. He was doing such a good job.

“Shit,” you muttered while running around to reach the glass door again, but it wouldn’t open. The key wasn’t there. Anxiety rushed through your veins as you tried your best to escape his grasp, walking further inside the house this time.

A shaky scream escaped your lips with the way gloved hands almost grasped you, barely letting you escape. The front door was also locked and without a key nearby, just shaking a little as you tried to open it before you ran upstairs instead, still with the dark figure on your heels. Since when were the stairs so long? Were those steps always that narrow?

You felt fingers trailing down your back, making you scream again, almost laughing with the mad pressure of the situation, but you finally could make it to your room. Could you make it through the window now?

The window was so close—your fingers grazed the sill before big hands wrapped around your hips and pulled you back, snatching another scream from you as you were dragged back.

“Going anywhere?” That familiar voice said, muffled behind the mask, and enough to make something shift in your lower stomach. “That’s what I thought,” he said at the lack of answer, chuckling while dragging you over to the bed. One of his hands carefully let go so that he could hold your wrist, and soon the following hand did the same, restraining you and pushing you to the bed.

Your face and knees landed pressed to the mattress, uncomfortably; a gasp escaped your lips as you unsuccessfully tried to free yourself from the tight grasp. “Please,” you said, your voice sounding weaker than you’d planned it to. Fucking pathetic.

“Yeah, don’t worry,” he said with a soft chuckle, and the next thing you felt was his hips pressing against your ass firmly. “I will give you what you want.” Something was placed on the bedside table; he placed a small vintage camera there, with the lens pointed to your face. The red light on it blinked in even intervals. “Make sure to smile,” he teased, both of his hands holding your wrists together now as his hips pushed against yours again. It sent sparkles up your spine, making you groan softly after he did it again a couple of times. You had to hold back from pushing yourself against him to meet his motions; he felt so good.

“I know you want it,” he said, loosening one of his hands, so he could caress your wrist with his thumb. “And you’re going to be so good for me.” He groaned as well, his voice sounding so nice, so pleased as he kept grinding against you. His cock felt hard, pushing into your pussy through your clothes so nicely.

There was a pause before something was around your wrists, restraining them; you tried to pull them apart, just to be met with frustration.

“Easy,” he said, fingers hooking around the waistband of your shorts and underwear. “I’ll make sure to give you everything you want, okay?”

You shifted a little, giving up against the tension and just arching your back, letting your weight all on the bed at once.

A whistle came from him once he managed to get your bottoms off. “Yeah, looking good,” he said, and you could hear fabric rustling as a hand met your ass cheek for a light slap. Something pressed between your folds, teasing your entrance before pushing against your clit—he went back and forth a couple of times while a hand held on to your hip. “And you’re also so wet for me. Naughty.”

You couldn’t help but moan, trying to free your hands, though it only made your wrists hurt.

He leaned in, face right next to yours as he pushed his mask up, revealing the blonde locks of hair, some of which were glued to his forehead and neck with the sweat. Sabo opened a grin as he observed your face for a moment. “You look so hot like that, y’know? So good for me.”

A quiet whine was the best you could do, giving up on fighting the restraints. It was a little difficult to keep in character while your brain was becoming so mushy. He pulled back and let his cock drag against you once more, making you moan.

“You’re so hot like this,” Sabo whispered as his tip teased your entrance again, “practically pleading me to fuck you nice and good. Do you deserve it, though?”

You couldn’t reply, nor did you want to, closing your eyes and trying to ignore the discomfort of your cheek pressed to the bedsheets like that. The position itself wasn’t that comfortable either, with the restrained arms taking away a significant part of your support and balance. You weren’t ready for your hands to be untied, though, making you almost fall to the side. Nonetheless, Sabo was there to guide you, strong hands guiding you to your back.

“Better,” Sabo whispered with a grin. “I wanted to see your pretty face, but make sure to look there as well, okay?” He nodded off in the camera’s direction before he lowered the mask over his face again. Was that supposed to be that hot? Shit.

One of Sabo’s hands hooked under your knee, pushing it back against your torso to expose you more to him. “Hot,” Sabo said, voice muffled again. He held the base of his cock, pressing it to your slit again, tapping the tip against your clit. It had no right to be that good, having your thighs quiver as you moaned. “Are you that needy?”

“Yes, please,” you whispered with a soft moan, squirming under him.

“Oh, my…!” Sabo hummed as he finally let himself push into you, giving you much more than just his tip, this time. He grinned under the mask with the way you gasped and arched your back, feeling him slowly push inside you while his thumb now rolled circles over your clit; it made you clench around him so deliciously while all he did was get inside you for the first time now.

“Mmph, S—” You interrupted yourself, trying not to escape the character, but it was so hard. He made you feel so good that your mind quickly became fuzzy.

“Good,” Sabo whispered as he wrapped a hand around your neck; his thumb forced your head to the side, in the camera’s direction. “You take me so well, y’know that? Is there something you wanna tell me?” He teased as he started moving his hips—he wasn’t bothered about the limited vision of you that the mask gave him because he’d later have a full tape of it just for himself.

You clenched so nicely around Sabo, practically pulling him deeper inside each time he pushed in. He let out a deep groan, wrapping his hand tighter around your thigh as he eventually set a steady pace for his thrusts. That sight was so pretty. He loved it.

“Hm? Are you listening?” Sabo said with a particularly harsh thrust that had you arching your back and gasping. “Come on. How much do you like it?”

The attempts of answering turned into messy, lost syllables between your moans because you couldn’t handle it with the way Sabo fucked you so nicely. His cock reached deep inside you, stretching you so fine. He groaned softly, making sure to keep the angle that had you arching your back whenever the tip of his cock grazed your sweet spot.

“How much do you like it? Tell me.”

A groan escaped your lips as you arched your back, trying to take hold of his wrist.

“You’re so stubborn!” Sabo clicked his tongue and paused, taking both of your wrists in his hand, so he could pin them to the mattress above your head. Since he’d let go of your leg, you wrapped it around his waist, sighing as he started fucking you again. “Maybe you’ll behave now, hm? Hell, you’re so hot like this,” he groaned, slowly going back to the rhythm he’d had before, fucking you so good.

You tried to move your hands or your head, but you couldn’t do much more than look at Sabo from the corner of your eyes, moaning more when you caught a glimpse of him in that mask.

“Tell me how much you like it,” Sabo whispered as his pace started picking up, sending the wanton sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room, sometimes not louder than your moans.

“Mmph, so good,” you moaned with a soft groan, “you feel so, so good,” you whispered, gasping and arching your back. “Y’fuck me so good,” you continued, voice sometimes cracking between moans as you arched your back, tightening your legs around his hips.

As much as your eyes were still open, you weren’t even focusing on anything, just turned to the camera as Sabo had told you and turning off your brain so that you could only enjoy the way he fucked you.

“That’s it,” Sabo groaned softly as he continued fucking you at a fast pace, though he invested more in the intensity of the thrusts now, having your body gently rocking each time his hips met the back of your thighs. “That’s what I wanted to hear. You’re so hot,” he moaned, tightening his grip around your wrists.

Sabo huffed, letting go of your jaw, and he was pressing a thumb to your clit again, rubbing circles into it while he continued fucking you. “You close?” Sabo breathed. “I can feel the way you’re clenching, and you’re so wet,” he let out a moan himself. The friction of his glove against your abused clit felt so damn good; you kept squirming under him. “You can cum,” Sabo said, “but I’m only stopping when I am done.”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

#one piece #op #sabo #x reader #x female reader #x male reader #sabo x reader #fan fic #fan fiction #oneshot #imagine #scenario #monkey d luffy

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xxlosttrinityxx · 6 months ago

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Gosh, sorry duderinos and dudettes!

I...

I seriously cannot stop thinking about my identity and how it flexibly changes depending who I'm around. I thought I'd be a permanent void boy (mix of transmasc of nonbinary) for the rest of my life. But-!

But then two men come along and solidify a new fact for me: that I'm genderfluid, not completely transmasc or nonbinary. So THAT alone has me running my wheels on the exact details of my relationships and what gender my partners pull out of me.

Allow me to go through them and try to explain (on the left are my partners, on the right are the changes made to me when I'm around them):

My wife - Transfaun Demisexual (my default)

-Most times, this is the identity I default to. It's like my comfort zone but for gender!

My German boyfriend - Transmasc Gay-Demisexual (MLM)

-He's often busy but even so, when I get to talk to him, I always feel like a giddy lil boy flirting with him. He even inspired me to try and learn German so I can try to understand him better!

My Aussie boyfriend - Female Straight???

-I'm still not 100% if that's the actual label for what I become in this one. But as my smooth man put it last night, he doesn't care what I am so long as we genuinely love each other. And we do! So much so that we chat everyday and it doesn't feel weird to be feminine for once!

Even laying it out, I still feel confused! Gay, straight, bi or pan, or even ace! But I know I'm not totally straight, just queer and weird~

#ramble #xXLostTrinityXx #queer #genderfluid #transgender #transmasculine #transmasc #nonbinary #enby #gay #bisexual #pansexual #asexual #demisexual

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tsel-bas · 2 months ago

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Anthro - Eeveelutions! (A Group!)

Warning Headmates May Not Turn Out Exactly As Described. Anything And Everything Can Be Changed To Fit Your System.

Featuring Every Eeveelution! (All Art By Us!!)

Name(s): Eevee, Tiny, Noel

Pronouns: Hy|Hym, They|Them, Soft|Softs, Dream|Dreams

Gender Identity: Transmasc, Dreamycatgender, Softcoric, Eevic

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Biromantic, Demisexual

Preferred Terms: Masculine, Neutral

Age: 12

Role: Little, Soother

Type: Willogenic, Anthro-Shiny Eevee

Source: @/tsel-bas, Pokémon

Dissomei Terms: Dissowhitehair, Dissconnotail, Dissoeevee, Dissoperminnocence, Dissosoftcept, Dissofluffcept

Description:

A Sleepy kid, Always Looking To Take A Nap When Hys Head Isn't In The Clouds. This Softcore Kiddo Is Always Gentle And Uses That To Soothe Other Headmates When They're Distressed. They Enjoy The Little Things In Life, Always Taking Time To Appreciate Things When It's Not Zone Out Time.

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Name(s): Flareon, Ember, Erza

Pronouns: Shx|Hxr. Fla|Flame, Py|Pyro, Light|Light

Gender Identity: Transfem/Lapisfem, Flareonic, Firebodiment, Firetypic

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Lesbian

Preferred Terms: Feminine

Age: 27

Role: Buffer, Emergency Fronter

Type: Willogenic, Anthro-Flareon

Source: @/tsel-bas, Pokémon

Dissomei Terms: Dissoblondehair, Dissosharpteeth, Dissoflareon, Dissopyro, Dissofirecept

Description:

This Fiery Gal Is Just What You Need In A Stressful Outside Situation. Shx Will Front In An Emergency Or To Protect Another Headmate Or Two From Anything Stressful Or Traumatic.

Watch Out Though, This One Often Plays With Fire. Literally. Hide Your Fire Starters Everyone! /Silly

But Other Than That, Py Enjoys Cooking And Running As Hobbies.

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Name(s): Jolteon, Spark, Chargebolt

Pronouns: Shx|Hxr, Thun|Thunder, Elec|Tric, Flash|Flashs

Gender Identity: Transfem|Lapisfem. Electrictypic, Sparkfem, Lightningender

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Bi-Lesbian

Preferred Terms: Feminine

Age: 26

Role: Harboringer, Influencer

Type: Willogenic, Anthro-Jolteon

Source: @/tsel-bas, Pokémon

Dissomei Terms: Dissoblondehair, Dissojolteon, Dissoeletricept, Dissothunderstormcept

Description:

Chargebolt Is One Electric Lady! Dedicated To Making An External Safe Place For You And Your System As Well As Keeping Up Your Prescence On Social Media. Want To Post More But Can't Find The Time? How About Needing To Update Your Profile? Well Spark's Got You! Her Flashy Prescence Is Sure To Hype You Up And Keep Things Up To Date!

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Name(s): Vaporeon, Sasha, Aqua

Pronouns: Shy|Hyr, Drop|Droplet, Rain|Rains, Cloud|Clouds

Gender Identity: Transfem/Lapisfem, Vaporeonic, Genderocean, Watertypic

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Bisexual, Aroacespec

Preferred Terms: Feminine

Age: 30

Role: Nightmare Defense, Shield

Type: Willogenic, Anthro-Vaporeon

Source: @/tsel-bas, Pokémon

Dissomei Terms: Dissobluehair, Dissoscales, Dissovaporeon, Dissosnagfangs, Dissowatercept

Description:

As Soft And Gentle As Calm Waves Of An Ocean, This Girl Is Very Good At Stealing Nightmares And Wrestling With Them Hyrself.

Drop Loves To Swim And Surf Along With Fishing And Boating. Though Rain Would Much Rather Be In The Water Than Out Of It.

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Name(s): Umbreon, Maverick, Carden

Pronouns: Hx|Hxm, Dark|Darks, Night|Nights, Noct|Noctern

Gender Identity: Transmasc, Darkstarthing, Starobservic, Darkgender

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Pan, Aroacespec

Preferred Terms: Masculine

Age: 26

Role: Warrior, Social Protector

Type: Willogenic, Anthro-Umbreon

Source: @/tsel-bas, Pokémon

Dissomei Terms: Dissoblackhair, Dissoumbreon, Dissonullbody, Dissodarkcept

Description:

An Aggressive Protector That Will Do Anything To Protect Hxs System From Outside Threats Usually Through Physical Means.

During Stressful Social Situations, Dark Fronts To Protect Others From That Stress.

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Name(s): Leafeon, Sage, November

Pronouns: Hy|Hym, Grass|Grass', Leaf|Leafs, Green|Greens

Gender Identity: Transmasc, Naturebodiment. Leafeonic, Sproutian

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Gay

Preferred Terms: Masculine

Age: 27

Role: Curacormate, Dear

Type: Willogenic, Anthro-Leafeon

Source: @/tsel-bas, Pokemon

Dissomei Terms: Dissogreenhair, Dissoleafeon, Dissoanomearth, Dissonaturecept

Description:

A Bright And Energetic Yet Elegant Being. Fronting To Take Care Of The Body. Because Of This, The System Loves And Adores Hym.

Grass Is Very Good At What Leaf Does, Rarely Making A Mistake And Always Doing Things In The Best Interest For The Body And System.

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Name(s): Espeon, Adam, Elliot

Pronouns: Hx|Hxm, She|Shim, Psy|Chic , Spi|Spiral

Gender Identity: Transmasc, Psychictypic, Espeonic, Everspiral

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Gay, Oriented Aroace

Preferred Terms: Masculine

Age: 24

Role: Entrancer, Destressor

Type: Willogenic, Anthro-Espeon

Source: @/tsel-bas, Pokémon

Dissomei Terms: Dissopurplehair, Dissoespeon, Dissopsychic,

Description:

A Calculated And Quiet Person. Using Their Psychic Abilities To Remove Stress On The Body Or Other Headmates By Forcefully Relaxing The Body Into A Temporary, Trance Like State.

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Name(s): Glaceon, Snow, Winter

Pronouns: Shy|Hyr, They|Them, Ice|Ices Cold|Colds

Gender Identity: Transfem|Lapisfem, Glaceonic, Glaciagender, Icetypic

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Lesbian

Preferred Terms: Feminine

Age: 27

Role: Medic, Reliever

Type: Willogenic, Anthro-Glaceon

Source: @/tsel-bas, Pokémon

Dissomei Terms: Dissobluehair, Dissoglaceon, Dissoicecept

Description:

A Cold, Yet Gentle Being With A Warm Heart And An Icy Touch. Shy Cares For Their Headmates When They're Hurt And Fronts To Relieve The Body Of Any Pain Or Stress.

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Name(s): Sylveon, Alyssa, Skyla

Pronouns: She|Her, Gli|Gltter, Pi|Pink, Rib|Ribbon

Gender Identity: Transfem|Lapisfem, Sylveonic, Fairytypic, Ulosagender

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Pansexual

Preferred Terms: Feminine

Age: 26

Role: Social Pleaser, Soother

Type: Willogenic, Anthro-Sylveon

Source: @/tsel-bas, Pokémon

Dissomei Terms: Dissopinkhair, Dissosylveon, Dissoidol, Dissopleasant, Dissobeautyqueen

Description:

Your Very Own Happy Go Lucky Magical Girl Idol! This Gal Loves All Things Pink And Glittery And Loves To Shine (Quite Literally) On Stage! You'll Be Pleased To Know That She Can Soothe Your Worries And Keep Others From Becoming Upset In Social Interactions.

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#radqueer dni #anti radqueer #endo safe #build an alter #build a headmate #alter creation #headmate creation #alter packs #headmate pack #alter template #headmate template

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machtomiles · 7 months ago

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here's my personal headcanons of redacted characters that i personally project onto! some i wrote specifically for pride month and others are just more specific one's :3

all of the damn crew is trans and in a poly relationship (even if not canon i've always seen them all together in someway whether it's romantic, sexual, or queerplatonic)! they all take t shots together and comfort each other through dysphoria

damien and hux are transmasc, lasko, dear, & fl are non-binary, and gavin is genderfluid or maybe genderqueer

(all characters are queer/bi/pan to some degree that's just canon logically since all audios are mfa)

guy is def transmasc and wears honey's hoodie because it secretly helps him with dysphoria (and also to be a menace because it's a win-win situation either way)

all the wolf boys are transmasc

i feel like vincent might be nonbinary or gender non-conforming regardless he just wears whatever he finds stylish

all other demons/daemons are agender

baby helps ollie with his t shots (ollie said his love language is physical touch so i think doing it together is def intimate and comforting for him)

in elliot's dreamscape, he helps sunshine with their insecurities but encourages them not to change their body because they look perfect in reality

personal/projected headcanons

hux, gavin, anton, & sam are all black because i said so ☝🏾

i see headcanons everywhere that lasko or damien is korean and it's true because like.....that ain't no yt boy.....

asher is a lightskin with freckles HELPPPPP

milo and david are brownskin methinks all them wolves got melanin let's be fr...

anton loves talking to love on the phone because he loves the sound of their voice, regardless if he misses them or not

blake has bpd most definitely (takes one to know one......)

huxley loves being the little spoon and damien loves being the big spoon (they always switch cuddling positions in the middle of the night but don't mention doing it outright before bed for months)

huxley plants fruits, veggies, and flowers for damien so they can cook them together

damien is a good cook he definitely made lots of homemade meals with his mom

lasko secretly loves horror movies even if he gets scared watching them (both him and dear get scared and use it as an excuse to get closer to each other on the couch or in bed)

if lasko was a rolling backpack kid i feel like he was def a mouth breather as a kid (HELPPP this is a joke sorry)

i need to write more later this is all i have 😿

#redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted asmr #headcanons #personal headcanons #guys hear me out #let me cook #i'm cringe but i'm free

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ricewithbunnies · 2 years ago

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Saul Goodman Pet Play Headcanons

I have no where else to post all the deranged and deplorable ideas that come to my head </3

Probably a part 1 to a series if i think this is good enough :3

This accidentally devolved into a pet play post woopsies (it was meant to be just regular hcs)

Content: Transmasc Reader, Masculine Terms for reader, Dom!Saul, Hes either bi or pan I haven't decided yet :3

CW: Pet play

You guys met from either being friends with Jesse Pinkman, a client, or working with him

First time he saw you he looked you up and down, confused with himself. "Why am i attracted to a man??" type thoughts in his head (poor babygirl)

Upon finding out you're trans, he tries to justify his attractions "W-well its not REALLY gay!!" (it is)

(Also after a while of you two being close he'd probably get PISSED if anyone misgendered you)

Cutting the fluff crap tho he would be an absolute simp for you.

Service Dom whenever hes not feeling rough 🫣

"That feels good, huh? You like that sweetheart? Mmh.. tell me what makes you feel good handsome."

Thigh. Fucking. He'd have you sit in his lap with your pants off during a 15 minute break, pushing his cock inbetween your warm thighs and holding onto you for dear life.

He would buck his hips up into you as he makes out with you and whimpers and when he cums on your thighs he'd clean it up for you ❤️

"Fuck.. f-fuck.. that feels so good darling" as he thighfucks you.

He absent-mindedly says "Good boy" to you one day and you fold.

After that he'd fuck you filthy while saying it

"Good boy.. thats my good boy.. taking it all like a champ.. you like being my good boy, huh?"

Will. Not. Shut. Up.

Constantly in your ear during sex, whispering, moaning, anything to feel your hole tighten around him.

After a while of your intimate relationship, he'd open up about some absolutely filthy kinks.

You'd be unsure at first, but after tje first session, you'd be at his feet begging for more, and he'd eat that shit UPP.

"Yeah? You liked that fucking from Master, huh? You wanna be my good boytoy?"

After that he would get you to quit your job and be a house husband full time, spoiling you with goodies and also in bed.

He'd BEG like a bitch to put a leash on you, giving you the worst case of puppydog eyes.

"Pretty pleaseee 🥺🥺🥺"

He'd make you learn hand commands such as rolling over, taking off clothes, bending over, etcetera.

He'd DEFINITELY put a large pet bed for you under his desk at home.

If he's at home working and having an especially frustrating task to do, afterwards he'd make you take his dick down his throat.

"Ahh.. good boy.. you really know how to make Master feel better huh, pet?"

Would probably get some bougie diamond encrusted pet bowl for you LOL

If you were good for him he'd get you stupidly expensive gifts, just because he can and he enjoys spoiling you.

Possessive as fuck. You two are out and you are talking to someone a little too long? Hoo boy you'll spend the rest of the night tied to his bed with him pounding you into the next day.

"Mine.. all mine.. my pup.. my sweet pet.. you belong to me.. right? Say it. Say you're mine.."

His aftercare would be so sweet though, running a warm, scented bath for you and washing you.

Thank you for reading!

This is my first proper post on here, so i appreciate anyone who read it and even more if you enjoyed. I'm just now getting back into writing fanfic from when i was younger so i appreciate any constructive criticism or advice :3

#better call saul #better call saul x reader #saul goodman #saul goodman x reader #jimmy mcgill #jimmy mcgill x reader #ftm reader #saul goodman smut #better call Saul smut #jimmy mcgill smut #better call saul headcanons #saul goodman headcanons #jimmy mcgill headcanons #breaking bad #breaking bad x reader #breaking bad smut #brba #brba headcanons #breaking bad headcanons

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fruitypiestims · 7 months ago

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Pride stimboard for my boi 💖 Requested by @foodielovethealicorn <3

🏳️‍⚧️ 🏳️‍⚧️ 🏳️‍⚧️ / 🏳️‍⚧️ 🏳️‍⚧️ 🏳️‍⚧️ / 🏳️‍⚧️ 🏳️‍⚧️ 🏳️‍⚧️

#mlp #my little pony #night peak #pride #stim #mine #request #ace #asexual #pan #pansexual #trans #transgender #transmasc #nonbinary #polyamorous #polyam #kandi

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dogbound1128 · 1 month ago

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Punch Out!! Headcannons Masterpost!

This will be updated every time I come up with a new one!

Make sure to read the trigger warnings in the tags before continuing!

Little Mac 🟢🇺🇲

☆ Transmasc!

- All he had to do was knock off the "Kenzie" and he was good to go lol

- He is also pan

☆ He's actually the standard amount of talkative! He just goes quiet when he's annoyed.

- Which is why most of the boxers have never heard him speak lol

☆ His main social media account has like a pink anime pfp and says stuff like "( >w<)"

- He tries to let as LITTLE people as possible know this

- He keeps on accidentally replying to wvba posts with his main account then quickly deleting them

- One time, after deleting a reply on his main, he thought "Hey, if I reply with my official Boxing account and say "I DIDN'T MEAN TO REPLY ON MY MAIN", people might think that I was joking, and meme the heck out of it! That would be fun!!" Nobody thought he was joking.

- Is the Antonymph of the Internet (✿ UwU )

- Still fighting on Newgrounds over if his love is valid • m •

- Fuck the cynicism let the colors fly >X3

- Don't care you think it's cringe because it's not your life B)

☆ Gave the most DEVASTATING side-eyes as a baby

- He didn't even do them when he was dissapointed, his face just looked like that when he looked to the side

- One time Doc was showing off some jab techniques when babysitting, and asked "How was that?" and Mac just hit him with the (¬_¬ )

- Doc knew he didn't mean anything by it, but it still hurt

- It made him laugh though

☆ Backstory (warning this shit is just upsetting)

- His Dad is abusive

- He just spends all his days watching TV and taking his anger out on Mac when he feels like it

- This was one of the main reasons Mac got into boxing

- When Mac asked how old his Mom was, his Dad said she was exactly as old as him. Mac did the math and realized that the chances of an accidental child born completely healthy at 50 are highly unlikely. Every time Mac asks his Dad about it, he shuts him down, so Mac has his suspicions about how he's actually related to his "Dad".

- At some point in his early childhood, he got a best friend.

- They were inseparable. Even to the point where they'd share a cot at daycare

- He was the loud, and all-over-the-place one, Mac was more timid.

- This best friend LOVED birds. He also loved surfing, but he had, as his mom said, "noodle bones", so that wasn't really in the foreseeable future.

- He had a nickname that only Mac knows.

- One day he just stopped showing up, even for school. And Mac's Dad didn't care enough to call their family. Mac knew for a fact his friend would've never just left him like that, so he just spends his days not knowing what happened to him

- Mac sometimes wonders if he still thinks about him, too (he does. a lot)

- Not even Doc knows about Mac's old friend

- Despite his Dad being abusive, he still tries to make up excuses for him

- "Well, he grew up in a different time..." all that

- Nobody is happy with this

- Needless to say Doc hates Mac's Dad with a burning passion

- It's a miracle his Dad doesn't want to take care of him so much he lets him spend most of his time at Doc's gym

- It's to the point where Mac has his own bag with a toothbrush and deodorant and shampoo for the nights where his Dad is too drunk to drive him home

- Has a mat with a pillow and blanket specially for him but he usually just falls asleep on the couch while Doc does taxes on the computer

- He's completely fine with jokes about murder, stealing, shootings, or any of the bad shit, but for some reason he CANNOT handle car crash jokes

- He genuinely can't understand why or how someone could bring themself to be fine with jokes like that

- Doc's been meaning to point out to Mac that he treats car crash jokes way differently from other kinds and ask him if he's ok, but he hasn't found the right moment.

- He can sort of assume why, considering every time Doc tries to use his arm as a seatbelt for Mac (like if they're on a bus or using Doc's ancient-ass pickup truck) Mac will start freaking out and not talk for a while

☆ After everything, he considers every building associated with boxing his home

- Because his happiest moments came from boxing and training, he finds the feeling of leather and vinyl comforting

Aran Ryan 🍀🇮🇪

☆ Despite him being mostly an Irish Stereotype, Aran prefers to stay sober

- That's because the first night he ever drank he was so excited to get that high but it never came. All his friends were giggling and hooting and hollering and throwing shit and trying to stand on each-other's shoulders but Aran didn't feel different at all. If anything it made him tired! So he doesn't drink because of that and everyone who finds out is BEWILDERED by it

☆ Might be part fish 🤨????

☆ So... how is fucking Undyne Undertale Aran's Sister?

- Take the Gumball Episode "The Origins"

- Replace Gumball with Aran and Darwin with Undyne

- There's your answer

- If you haven't seen the episode and plan to watch it REMEMBER TO DO IT IN AN ETHICAL WAY. Like don't give money to a company that's sending it's money to a genocide or abusing it's workers or something like that

☆ Used to get into laughing fits A LOT as a child

#punch out!! wii #punch out headcanons #Little Mac #tw homophobia #tw queerphobia #tw child abuse #tw murder #tw shooting #tw gun

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transtalesofdoom · 9 months ago

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The Label Thing - personal experience

I've talked previously about labels I've considered, used, or decided not to use in passing. Let's talk about it in a bit more detail!

I like labels. It's a personal preference, and I understand why someone wouldn't, but I like having words to describe myself with. I like having a handful of terms to explain my experiences quickly. I also like knowing that there's more people with these experiences, grouped under my label. Makes it feel a little less lonely.

Before the whole gender thing, I had already picked out the labels of biromantic asexual. Gender never really meant anything to me, and why would I care about stuff like genitals if I didn't intend to interact with them. Opted for bi over pan because it sounded nicer and the flag was prettier.

And then the gender thing happened and I suddenly had an entirely new experience to describe. One that was still developing.

The first day after I had come out to myself, I neither liked the term "man" nor "trans" for myself. Both seemed too solid for what I was. I was a dude or a guy, but a man? There's the whole societal aspect to it, how trans men can get treated poorly for "becoming the enemy", that I won't get into here, but it definitely was at play. And "trans" had an oddly definitive feeling to it. Like I had a gender and goal in mind, when I very much didn't. This was weird to me, because I knew that's not how the label is used. Anything that isn't cis can be labeled as trans. But at first it felt like I was appropriating it.

Nonbinary was a pretty safe catch-all. I was, by the very definition, not binary. Nor did I think anyone else was, but that was beside the point. Genderqueer was another option worth considering, since my gender was most definitely queer, but something about it didn't really click with me. Maybe it was the flag and the fact that certain trans-exclusionists used the same colors because they fancied themselves suffragettes.

I became a little more comfortable with it as the compound of transmasc. That was me. I was transing into the masculine. Not very committal, but a descriptor of what I was up to with the gender.

I still liked the term "woman", weirdly enough. Having watched so many Woman-Power movies (shoutout to Oceans 8 and Birds of Prey specifically), it had taken a while for me to fully embrace that label to begin with, and once I had managed to find it empowering, I didn't want to let go of it again. Even if I was transmasc, "Woman" by Kesha was too good of a song to leave behind. I was a motherfucking woman!

I did a bit more snooping around into other labels to see if anything would stick. I found and read the comics by ND Stevenson, and came across the ones where he describes being bigender. And I liked that description. It resonated with me. Especially because he references the Kesha song, I guess. 'Vibrating between genders too fast to see' felt relatable. So maybe I was bigender?

But I wasn't vibrating between male and female. Those were a part of it, sure, but there was more. And also less. I was every gender and no gender simultaneously. And while that is a possible subgroup of bigender, it once again felt like using the term, although I liked it, wouldn't properly convey my experience.

That night I decided to coin "fuckgender", only to discover that not only did this label already exist, but it also described exactly what I was feeling. (Not to be confused with genderfuck.) And yet, while that was a fun little anecdote, it wasn't what I wanted from a label. And the fact that other people were using it, thereby turning it into a functioning microlabel, made it less appealing to me, somehow.

Instead, I decided to embrace "trans" as an umbrella term for the time being. I didn't really need to define it any further. "transmasculine nonbinary" worked well enough to convey my identity to others. I could elaborate for those who wanted to know more. For myself, the label was the same as my gender. It was kinda there and kinda not, both everything and nothing all at once. More of a general vibe than an actual word.

And that works for now. Maybe that will change. Probably, even. I might embrace bigender, or multigender, I might find my trans experience to be binary enough to go by trans man. Maybe I'll do a U-turn and become a nonbinary woman.

There's only one way to find out and personally, I'm excited for it.

#trans #transgender #personal #crimes against the gender convention #genderqueer #lgbtq #nonbinary #queer #nb #enby #transmasc #transmaculine #bigender #multigender #labels #label #microlabels #trans positivity #trans experience

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