#Not that you need top surgery to be a hot boy or a boy at all! I just think it would rule

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Once Again I am Asking You to Celebrate WIP Wednesday (Baybeee)

More Rugby! Contains Gaz, a reference to top surgery, a joke about having too many nipples, and no actual rugby. Maybe there will never be any actual rugby. Who can say?

Sunday mornings are always football with Simon and Johnny’s friend Gaz, as least when he’s not deployed. He’s a lieutenant or something, part of the unit that your friends used to be in. He’s nice, if a bit too charming for you to be entirely comfortable around him. On sunny days he always finds an excuse to take his shirt off and flash all his well-maintained muscle at any watchers, but annoyingly, today he’s trying to persuade you to do the same. “Ah, come on, Ripper. You’re gonna be as pale as that one if you don’t get some sun,” he says playfully, jerking his thumb in Simon’s direction. Simon is, as always, fully covered, with long sleeves under his t-shirt and socks up to his knees.

You roll your eyes. It would be physically impossible for you to ever be as pale as Simon, regardless of how little sun you get. “I think between you and Johnny, we’re showing plenty of skin as a group.”

“Never have seen ye take off yer shirt.” Johnny leans against Gaz’s shoulder, blue eyes curious. “Never even change ‘fore or after games. Ye just goan home as is.”

“So?” you ask.

“Johnny, leave ‘im alone.” Simon ruffles your hair playfully. “Lad’s just shy.”

“Not shy,” you say amiably. “Just have several sets more nipples than the average person. Bit self conscious about it.”

Johnny’s eyes bug out. “Really?”

Simon swats his arm. “No not really, Johnny. ‘E’s ‘avin’ us on.”

“Did we come here to play football, or did we come here to speculate on the number of nipples I have?” In all fairness, you probably could take off your shirt without worrying about it now. Your scars are a few years old, fully faded, and you’ve put on so much muscle since (and especially since getting to know Simon and Johnny) that you don’t even notice them when you look in the mirror now. Still, the risk of them seeing, the risk of them noticing and treating you differently is not one you’re particularly keen on.

“Sure we came here to play, but tha’s all Ah’m goan ta be able ta think about noo.”

“Well, I don’t see how that’s my problem.”

Simon’s hand comes down on the back of your neck, that affectionate scruff he usually uses on Johnny. “Aw, come on, Rip, ‘e’s not goin’ to be useful to anyone if you don’t. If you’re not shy and you’ve got the normal amount of nipples, don’t see why not.” His hand is heavy, his thumb brushing across the skin under your ear deliberately. “Wun’t mind seein’ the results of all that work you’ve been puttin’ in myself.”

You give him a sharp look for encouraging the other two, but he’s unconcerned, just gently squeezes the back of your neck. Your knees wobble.

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[servicpop]

nude beach adrien ( deliquent oc ) x ftm reader

ⓘ⠀reader has top surgery , use of cunt & pussy , fingering , public ( on beach )

Tans, seashells, crisp soda and icecream, perfect for a hot sunny day.

It was an idea pitched by one of your friends to hold a class beach day, and as the student president, you agreed and began to plan. The message you sent into the class group chat was bombarded with positive replies the moment you mentioned the word 'beach.' It seemed like alot of your classmates either wanted to escape studying or needed a break to cool off.

A familiar icon popped up underneath your message, Adrien's, but he didn't reply so you just guessed he would skip this event out too.

Stuffed in a car with all your friends, you allocated each friend to bring different things like drinks, food, beach balls and towels. You were in charge of packing the beach umbrellas and foldable chairs.

It was about a 3 hour trip to a beach nearby; one that wouldn't be bombarded with little children and an abundance of people.

When you got there with your friends — a little earlier than the set time — you took the initiative to start helping out with things and putting down your chairs and umbrellas. As you're hauling out the items from the trunk, you could faintly hear the raspy sound of someone calling out.

“Adrien, give me a hand here!” Your head instinctively turns to meet eyes with that stupid deliquent who seems to always show up wherever you are.

He was unusually early, perhaps earlier than you.

Adrien shoots you a toothy smirk before turning back to his buddy, helping the guy lift a cooler filled with sodas and probably beer as well. You shrug him off with a small scoff, rolling your eyes before going back to set up your things

You've successfully put up an umbrella and a deck chair away from the water, letting your body relax on the chair.

You weren't even planning on swimming today but you brought a shirt and some swim shorts just in case you wanted to just dip your feet into the icy water and feel the waves crash against your knees.

Staring out to the shore you watch as your friends run into the water, splashing and kicking sand up st eachother. You would join but, swimming wasn't something you particularly liked, especially the feeling of your wet swimsuit sticking to your skin.

“What are you doing all alone, prez?” His voice comes out smooth and almost tantalizing as a hand slides over your shoulder. You flinch harshly, whipping your head around to see Adrien in his full glory, shirt off, slightly damp hair and crystal clear water droplets gliding down the curves of his muscles.

Before you could say anything, Adrien pulls up another chair and slides it right beside you. The wooden bits of the deck chair clink together and he lowers himself on it with a small sigh of relief.

“The boys are playing like gladiators out there, felt like I was gonna die,” He laughs and you see his chest stutter as he does. He lets his head rest on his hand, elbow jutted out as he turns to face you.

“But really, why aren't you swimming? I'd love to see you shirtless and wet.” You roll your eyes and scoff, shaking your head as you stretch out your legs.

“I just don't feel like it,” You hum nonchalantly which earns a breathless laugh from Adrien. He places a hand on your stomach, inching closer to you. His fingers lightly drum on your stomach, earning that slight hollow sound.

He flicks your shirt up and burrows his hand underneath it, making a slow ascend to your chest, tracing over the raised lines underneath it.

“They're healed enough,” he points out, “Just let me see them.”

Your eyes quickly dart around, making sure that no one is watching. The beach stretches out quite far so the majority of the people were situated towards the middle with you and Adrien being in a more empty area.

You don't fight it, you just look away as he pulls up the shirt to your chin. The cool ocean breeze hits your bare chest, pulling out a view shivers from you. Adrien has seen your scars, multiple times but its always a surprise to see how his eyes soften and how he caresses them so delicately.

“Y'know people won't care if you just swim shirtless, you're a dude it doesn't matter,” He's leaning his head over to kiss your scars in which you push his face away. He laughs and moves his hands back down to rest on your lower stomach.

“You should get out of here before anyone sees you talking with me,” You manage to breathe out, moving your hand to his, attempting to pry them off your exposed skin. Being in such an open area with all your classmates undoubtedly gets you anxious, especially considering how long you've kept your relationship with Adrien a secret.

“Why? People can't handle me spending time with my boyfriend?” It just rolls off his tongue the way he claims you're his — even when you're not.

You're about to retaliate, about to shout whatever insult that comes to mind but you feel his hand move down to cup your crotch. Your body jerks at the touch and you shoot him a glare but he returns it with a sly smile.

“You're not my boyfriend,” you manage to force the words out your throat.

“Yeah but can any guy make you feel like this?” His fingers dig into the fabric of your shorts, pushing pressure onto your cunt. You can't help the curses that flow from your lips and the fact that you're arching your back into his hands.

“They don't know how to treat you right, only I can,” You can hear the jealousy drip off his tone like honey on a stick: thick and sickly sweet.

His fingers are brought back up and now he's pulling at your waistband, dipping his fingers underneath your shorts. His hand just glides over the smooth expanse of your pelvis, dipping down to your sweet, slick sex. Adrien starts by parting your folds with his index and his ring finger, skimming his middle over your fluttering hole.

You're so wet he can hear every movement his finger makes on you.

His thumb finds your clit, pushing the tip of it against that bundle of nerves. He's massaging circles on it, punching out a loud whine from your throat.

“Shit cutie, you're sensitive there?” He laughs, moving his hand lower so he could press his palm against it. Your little mewls and the way you grip onto the side of the chair so tightly makes Adrien want to rip your clothes off and fuck the daylights out of you, but he can't, he'll get caught almost instantly.

His fingers finally meet your hole, pushing in one finger slowly. You gasp, hips rolling up to grind your clit against his palm as he stuffs his finger into you. Adrien laughs again like he's having fun drawing all these reactions out of you.

Your warm, gummy walls hug his finger so snugly he has to slip in another one just to loosen you up a bit. He groans, driving his middle and ring finger into you. Everytime he pulls them back and slams them in your legs tremble and that obscene wet noise rings through his head like the aftermath of a drug.

“You like that prez? Such a good boy f'me aren't you?” Adrien bites his own, chapped lips, repeatedly ramming his fingers into you, watching as you laid your head back and let the moans spill out from your parted lips. The moment he starts curling his fingers up your body tenses and you absent-mindedly grab onto his forearm.

You're seeing stars with the way he's hitting your G-spot every single time he drives his fingers deeper into you.

“Fuck— ah– Adrien,” You cry out, moving your hand down to push down on his, encouraging him to put more pressure on your pussy. He gladly obliges, moving his fingers faster and pushing his palm against your clit with more force than before.

The familiar feeling of a knot wells up in the pit of your stomach and you know you're about to cum.

“C'mon, that's it.” Adrien can tell you're close from the quivering of your knees and the way sweat trickles down your forehead. He kisses the salt away before groaning as he feels his fingers get soaked from your orgasm.

He pumps his fingers slowly, letting you ride out your high before stopping completely.

“Shit, let me eat you out next tim—”

“Stop talking.”

doctors note ; hope i did alright for my first time writing for ftm reader T T

[cherry-pop-elf]

New Chapter

Anya x Reader

Can be read as platonic because we all want the best for her

SUM: Anya gets an abortion so you and the rest of the crew wait for her. You were the first one, however, to see her after surgery. Also because fuck you, abortion rights

Warnings: Abortion, sexual assault, jimmy, medical situations, abortion rights, domestic happy family

“How long is it gonna take?” Daisuke asked, as he was worried but also excited. Excited for Anya to feel better. Worried for well….Not like he’s had the best reactions to medical situations. Example A being Curly in the wheelchair next to him.

Curly was doing so much better now that he was actually on the planet again. The doctors were still jaw dropped that Anya was able to keep him alive with so little. Was not only a testimony to how she refused for him to die, but him refusing to leave his crew behind as well. It’s still a long journey ahead, but he was in clean bandages and clothes at least. Was even able to talk again. Sorta. Rather raspy but he will get there.

Jeez where to start on how you all got here to begin with.

“She’s going to be fine. Abortion is way less invasive than you think. It really depends on how far along, but luckily she isn’t too far for it to be to extreme. Not sure what type she went for, but whatever she chose she chooses. Just grateful we were able to return home before she reached to far along.” You would admit, as you would check up on Curly’s IV bag for him. Taking over Anya’s roll until she could return.

“Ya know….My wife had an abortion.” Swansea said, and it made all of you look over to him in pure surprise.

“What’s the funny look for? Ya think I’m a freak that would refuse my wife that? She needed it! The kid just….It ain’t my place, but the kid just wasn’t gonna survive. Either she carried it to term and die with em, or she just skips the heart ache. Not like it was her fault. We got two healthy girls at the end of the day. We got em because she got rid of that fucked up one.” He explained, as Daisuke seemed wide eyed in respect.

Explains why he snapped more clearly.

Anya had explained to Swansea what had happened, and before you pre Daisuke knew it Jimmy’s head was sliced off and rolling across the kitchen floor. Poor Suke threw up all over you from the sight, and shock. Then threw up again when he learned why he did such a thing. Lots of puking and crying. Fitting.

“Glad that damn company is dead. Whose wise idea was it to have a single woman surrounded by men. No offense you two-“ Curly would wheeze, before you would help him take his medication. Sure is easier to take pills when you actually give him water and take it slow. No choking or crying.

“Thats a can of worms I don’t want us to talk about.” Swansea would scoff. As a father to two girls he had a lot of things to say. Daisuke would be willing to listen, sure, but honestly you all had enough emotional fatigue to last multiple life times.

Thank god Curly was so high up on the food chain at the company. They knew they would get into more hot water if their, once, top captain suddenly vanished. Wouldn’t make their bankruptcy any smoother. For once they did the right thing and sent Simeon to save them.

Funny. A capitalist corporate organization took responsibility for their actions. For the right reasons? No. But they still took it. Strange. Isn’t it?

“Is she done yet?” Daisuke would whine, as you laughed at his childish nature. As if waiting on a sister to get out of the dentists office. You found it rather endearing honestly. That despite it all he was still having a heart full of love and excitement.

“Go play on your toy.” Swansea would grumble, as Suke whined. Regardless he would pull out his game boy. A nice excuse to play video games with out any guilt on wasting his time. Enjoying life shouldn’t be a burden.

“Need anything, Curly?” You would ask him, since you planned on going to the bathroom. Yeah Swansea and Daisuke could handle him, but you still wanted to be polite. Maybe you could grab him something from the vending machines. Maybe a soda. Some sugar in his system would do him good. Anya said that sugary bubble water of some kind, like sprite, can help quite a lot with indigestion.

“I should be fine. Thank you for asking though. Sorry you have to…” He would admit, as he looked himself over. His missing limbs now properly covered up with fabric to keep them clean, and allow him some kind of independence. The fabric on the stumps were padded. With enough practice and effort he would certainly be able to roll himself around.

Then again this was a world of space travel. He was going to get cyborged eventually, but you need to be healed first before such an intense operation. Can’t rush something like this.

“Hey. I do it because I can. Not because I have to. You are our captain. Let me be a good solider.” You teased him, and even in his broken face you could see a smile.

Swansea have you a head nod to indicate he would ‘take care of the boys’ and you were off to use the restroom.

Once done with that you would grab a soda from the vending machine for Curly, a bag of candy for Daisuke, and some pretzels for Swansea. As you were making your way back a nurse would motion you over.

“Miss Anya was asking for you. She has finished her operation, and wanted you to see her.”

You were surprised at that. You expected Curly to be her first guest. Did something go wrong? Oh you couldn’t help but freak out.

You followed after the nurse quickly, and all you were shown was Anya resting in her hospital bed. Tired, but relieved. Mostly. You saw that familiar stress in her eyes. That same stress she had when asking you if she made the right choice in asking Jimmy for help with medicating Curly.

That worry of if I did the right thing.

The nurse would leave you to alone, and you would quickly set the snacks aside. Now you were sitting next to her, in a chair, and holding her hand. Ready to be the shoulder she needed.

“Hey there Doc. How you doing?” You asked her, as you carefully stroked the back of her hand. Made sure to be mindful of all the tubes and wires.

“Well….It went far smoother than I expected. It was just so quick. They didn’t even need to put me under. The IV is more so for the issues I already had because of being stranded on the ship for so long. It was just so quick. So painless. Was just like pulling a thorn out of an arm. It was….Simple.” She would try and explain to you. Needing to make sure to stop herself before using doctor jargon.

“Too easy?” You puzzled.

“Yes. It was just….I expected pain. Pain and anxiety and horror. Suppose even a nurse can come to learn a thing or two…..”

She was hiding something, and you had an educated guess on what.

“You expected Jimmy to break down the door. Weren’t you?”

There was silence, but it told you everything.

“Scoot over. Move it sister-“ You were now crawling into the medical bed with her, moving the wires around, and soon snuggled into her side. Hugging her close, and especially with your arm over her stomach.

“You did the right thing. It’s your body at the end of it all. You took responsibility of taking care of yourself. You wouldn’t have been able to live a proper life. You went to med school. You don’t need me to tell you the horrors of pregnancy and birth. That alone is terrifying. But also you simply not wanting to be pregnant is enough. Ain’t no Jimmy’s gonna storm in and say otherwise.” You huffed, as she smiled. Her head leaning into yours.

“Yeah….No more Jimmy’s. Pretty sure Swansea will make sure of that.” She did her best to joke, and you were proud of her for it. This whole ordeal was hell. Hell none of you will ever truly walk away from. But that’s ok. You all had each other to lean on.

“I think I’m ready for everyone now.” Anya would whisper, as you gave her hand a squeeze. You were so proud of her. This was all such a nightmare, but she’s taking it in stride.

“Hell yeah.” You agreed, before climbing out of the bed. You made sure to grab the snacks, and exited the hospital room.

“Come on guys-! Anya is waiting on you-!” You shameless shouted outside of the room. She couldn’t help her face palm. Daisuke sure was an influence on you.

“I wanna push Curly!”

“Like hell you are-!”

They would bicker away, before Curly said ‘fuck it’ and did his best to roll himself over. He sure was a stubborn one. Made it half way before you figured that was enough work out for one person.

“Pretty far! Getting better at it-!” You encouraged, as the two men realized how far Curly rolled off on before finally following you two into Anya’s room.

“HAPPY NO BIRTH-DAY!” Daisuke would cheer, as Anya shook her head at such a joke.

“God dammit kid-“ Swansea side, before he came over to Anya. Giving her head a kiss. Just comforting her much like a father would.

“How many of us need to be in medical beds?” Curly would give a raspy snort, as Anya reached her hand out. He would lean his head over, and she would give it a stroke. As if all his hair never burned off. A means of holding his hand, in a way, compared to just grasping a limb.

She didn’t need children.

She had all of you.

What else could a woman want?

Since you were willing to read through this story to the end, and get a nice in depth look on the importance of such why not donate to some organizations? : D

Planned Parenthood

Nation Network For Abortion Funds

National Abortion Federation

The Bridge Alliance

The Satanic Temple

ActBlue

No worry on donating. Spreading awareness and signing petitions still help! The more people learn and understand the better! Could also like reblog with other organizations or petitions!

Abortion is healthcare!

[thetxtdevil]

Orthopedics Surgeon

Doctor!Taehyun x Doctor!Reader

(TXT's Anatomy)

summary: Know it all Dr. Taehyun knows who you did last night in the on-call room. Little do you know he wants some.

content: smut, hospital setting (if you don't like anything correlating to blood and anything medical don't read), descriptions of surgery, sub/switch taehyun, switch reader (idk how I got there), nicknames are used, humping/thigh riding, hand job, classic riding, groping, condom use (yay!)

word count: 3.4k

honorable mentions: thank you @biteyoubiteme and @beomiracles for looking over this, I should kiss you for it.

“Can anyone tell me what the condition for a broken chordae tendineae is?” The cardiac surgeon asks while elbow deep in the patient’s chest cavity. The gorey scene before you was new to your young surgeon's eyes, the deep reds and pink hues, the constant rhythmic movements of the lungs and bypass of the heart was much different from a brain or an abdomen operation, and it excited you. Watching intently on what the surgeon was doing so you can replicate the techniques in your free time and even in your dreams.

The room was silent, a mixture of tired unamused faces and pale nauseous interns that didn’t answer. Either no one knows or they’re too scared to speak up, however, you raised your hand, you felt like a dork but it felt appropriate. After being ignored and given a few side glances you speak up, “Broken Heart Syndrome, sir.” You notice the surgeon faintly jolting at your voice and at the answer.

“Uhh, no,” the cardiac surgeon said strictly, “Broken Heart Syndrome is the diminishing of the cardiac muscle, the condition I was looking for was Chordae Tendineae Rupture.” Your cheeks burn red, if you weren’t sterile you would have hid your face with your hands. You try to bring yourself out of embarrassment thinking no one paid attention until a hushed chuckle forms next to you.

“And you want to be a cardiac surgeon?” Your head whips to the man next to you, a raised eyebrow above big round eyes glances at you, Dr. Kang Taehyun.

“Shut up, Bone Daddy,” you say in a low whisper making sure he was the only one who could hear the vulgar nickname. You’ve known Taehyun since your first day of internship at the hospital, he is the smartest in your class, and had his eyes on orthopedics along with the hot eligible workers. You’ve witnessed him getting close to the f-boy nurse, Yeonjun, after you told Taehyun about your accidental trip to the supply closet. Thinking he would be disgusted by the story, later you were surprised to see the doctor talking and laughing with the scrub nurse. You didn’t know what to think of Taehyun after that, a man you thought was a quiet nerdy boy was a man whore in disguise. 

So imagine how you felt when the both of you grasp a paper on the Public Information board of an apartment for sale. Internship was hard as it is, the event that happened earlier was definitely not the worst of it, adding troubles with living situations was just the cherry on top. This for sale pamphlet was a perfect opportunity to share rent with others, but you did not want to share it with Taehyun. 

“I don’t think you’re the one that is offering the apartment, so I don’t understand why you’re not letting me consider it.” Tae says as you both practically tug-of-war the paper, “come on y/n, we both need a place to stay and you know I have the best study methods, and I’ll share.”

“Yeah y/n, I don’t know why you’re so against it,” you let go of the paper to look at your best friend, Kai, he was also in the same class as you and Tae. Who you were also going to share rent with, but he was fine because he didn’t fool around, “give us one good reason why Taehyun can’t live with us.” You take a step back, looking back and forth the boys’ eyes, Kai had big hopeful eyes whereas Taehyun couldn’t care less. You did not want to tell him that the reason that you didn’t want Taehyun to live with you is because you didn’t want the possibility of him bringing anyone home and making… noises.

Rolling your eyes, “Fine, I’ll share with you, but you better pay rent on time.”

“Deal, Sweetheart.” you shiver at the nickname Tae has given you, hiding the reaction as you squint in distaste at the handsome smirk on the doctor’s face.

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Years pass, the young internship days turned into years of resident chaos and now you spend your days as a full-on cardiothoracic surgeon. Yet you still share your bathroom with Kai and argue with Taehyun about not making enough coffee in the mornings.

This morning you were rushing to the hospital, you slept in from the tiring day before. Quickly changing into your seafoam green scrubs, tying your hair up, stuffing your stethoscope into your white coat while heading to the surgical floor for morning report. Walking around the desk crowded with many healthcare professionals, you make your way to Taehyun who had a counter spot open for you to put your papers.

Taehyun glances at you like everyone else did, but he was the only one to notice your strut. A slight smirk creeps his face as he notes the slight limp you have that he knows a little too well on girls. You come to the counter clicking your pen ready to write about your patients.

“Room 822, has a bit of delirium causing a higher heart rate, Room 304, has been complaining of pain but they are doing their exercises and tolerating meds…” You listen intently about your patients not noticing Taehyun’s constant glances every time you shifted weight on your feet. You are not an antsy person and Tae knows that. “What’s wrong, y/n?”

You throw a confused look at the doctor, “nothing,” you were feeling fine other than the pain you felt from being manhandled by the scrub nurse yesterday.

“Whatever you say, Sweetheart.” Taehyun has known you for years and the years of living together has added to the closeness between you two. He knows that you don’t sleep with others all that often hence the soreness you show, but he had a little secret that he was dying to inform you.

As report ends the many scrub workers disperse throughout the unit. You walk over to the coffee maker in the breakroom pouring luke-warm brown water in your disposable cup when Taehyun slides himself next to you. You feel his eyes burning holes into you as you lazily focus not to spill your life source everywhere. An exhaled “what” leaves your lips making the man fix his posture before he speaks.

“Did you have a fun time yesterday?” Your eyes widen at his question, memories flash into your head of Yeonjun abusing your pussy so good. The way his fingers felt on your folds, the sensation of his abs against your spine as he whispers and kisses your ear. “You were pretty loud, I know you don’t get out much but damn-”

You quickly lower your coffee cup to smack the man, “shut up!”

Taehyun chuckles, “I should say the same thing to you, you should be happy that my patient was loopy on drugs or else they wouldn’t think they were imagining your fuck for a lifetime.”

Mixtures of emotions fill up your insides, frustrated by the cocky smirk of Tae’s plush lips, embarrassed by the fact that you were really that loud, angry that Tae brought it up. It was one of the best fucks you’ve had but you didn’t like that your friend was condescending you. Your mind gears start turning thinking of your next course of action, “what, are you jealous?”

Taehyun’s thick brows rise, he leans his head on the frame of the door, you watch closely to the bobbing of his adams apple as he swallows his thoughts. His big eyes darken for a second before he lifts his head, “no, just keep it down next time.”

You watch the man walk away as if he just talked about work and not that he heard every detail of your dirty secret. From the side of your eye you see the scrub nurse who keeps track of the surgeries, “Nurse, what is Dr. Taehyun’s schedule today?”

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Looking through the glass window that sits above the surgical room is like its some type of opera. These days the watching rooms aren’t used as much but since they are there fellow surgeons like to use the seating area for a place to chart and watch techniques to be used. You sat there doing just that, scrolling through your laptop checking on any procedures or medications needing to be ordered for your patients. Every now and then you glance down watching your friend do a total hip replacement. Your eyes linger on Taehyun and his form. He looked so cute with his golden scrub cap standing out from the neutral colors of the OR. Is it wrong to drool over the doctor's buff arms every time his tools hit hard on the bone of the patient? It amazed you how the blue gown wrapped snugly on the doctor’s body. The waistband hugged his small waist, the sleeve morphed to his muscular arms. Your friend has always been buff ever since your internship years but it seems like he has been working out harder, or is it that you’re looking at him harder.

The heart monitor sounds an alarm waking you up out of your drool-fest. Adrenaline rushes through your vessels instantly standing up to see what was going on with the patient on the table. The anesthesiologist looks at the jagged mountain shaped lines on the EKG, “signs of V-Tach, starting compressions.”

Taehyun looks stunned, not expecting such a turn of events on a simple hip replacement stepping away from the patient to not cause any additional harm, “Get the pads and set them to 100.”

A nurse drags the machine to the bed, the anesthesiologist shocks the patient, Taehyun winces seeing the slight jolt moving the incision sight of the hip, “no change.”

“Shock again at 200.”

“No change, still V-Tach, what do you want to do Doctor?”

Taehyun tells the other doctor to shock the patient again before glancing up to you. You were gone from where he last noticed you standing, before he knew it the scrub nurses got cardiac surgical supplies out and you came rushing through the sliding doors ready to be gowned and gloved.

“Why didn’t you know about this?” You say in a stern voice letting the nurse help the gown on you.

“It wasn’t noted in the chart.”

Looking over at the patient on the table it was a frail old man, “Would the heart condition derive from the operation”

“It can”

“That's why, it's probably a stress induced M.I.”

“Are you sure?”

You stop in your tracks looking up into the big boba eyes of Taehyun’s, “Do you want me to say it louder, Bone Daddy.” The silence in the room was loud, no one understood the reference only you and the other surgeon did. Taehyun bows his head, his blushed cheeks hidden under the mask. You take a step towards the patient, glancing at a displayed EKG of the heart rhythm, “yep, he’s having a heart attack, continue compressions, shock again at 200, and let's prepare for an angioplasty.”

Taehyun stands there admiring your intimidating demeanor, how pretty you looked with your scrunch up eyebrows, standing tall waiting for the patient to be prepped for your specialty. You look over at Dr. Taehyun and say, “Do you want to finish up your side of things?”

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A cozy cool light casts over you as you snuggled up into the sofa watching whatever was on the TV screen. You dig around in the small white take-out box pushing aside the vegetables, looking for noodles to shove in your mouth. The front door clicks open, making you lift your head in attention to see Taehyun waddle tiredly into your guys’ shared apartment. His black hair hung into his eyes, tired body flops into a spot next to you, his whole body relaxing. Head tilting back, hands smoothing his legs that were manspreading. You grab another take-out box of chicken from the coffee table and give it to him. “Kai is on-call tonight and I didn’t know when you’ll get out of work so I just ordered–” You cut yourself off, right when you were about to reach over to get the man chopsticks, he grabs yours and licks any of your remnants off. Your eyes couldn’t care less about what was going on the TV screen. All you could focus on was your handsome friend’s sharp jaw move while chewing, and then how his pretty adams apple bounces after each swallow. 

A smirk turns his plush lips, swallowing his last bite he says, “thanks for helping me today.”

“Of course, you’d do the same for me” you giggle to yourself, “if for whatever reason a bone falls out while in the patient’s chest.” Tae smiles at your comment, your hand instinctively rubs his thigh in a comforting way but once you feel his muscle tense the mood changes.

Your fingers start to draw patterns on the man’s black slacks, “why were you hesitant before?” Taehyun’s head lifts to look at your eyes after watching your fingers, he hums inquisitively. “Why were you hesitant when I asked if you were jealous of me getting laid, are you?”

“I-” he starts getting distracted when he plays with the loose ends of your shorts, “I wouldn’t say I’m jealous, more like… thinking of what I am missing,” you hum at his confession. You both sit there trying to comprehend and decide what two want to make of this. Looking back into the big boba eyes, heat rushes up your spine, a need to also know what you’ve been missing after living with the man for so long. Like as if you could read each other's minds, when you lean your face towards Tae’s, he helps guide your leg to straddle his hips.

Your lips connect like a puzzle piece. His lips were dry and cracked from the habit of his lip-biting concentration, but it wasn’t like your saliva couldn’t help. Warmth of the smooth muscle fighting each other became an addicting game. You held onto his sweater pulling him impossibly closer to you. That same rush of heat boils down to your core making the sense of closeness start to grind down on Tae’s half hard dick. Taehyun moves his lips to your jaw and down to your neck, his ears perk when he gets a hint of your small whimper. Looking up to see you biting your lip hard as you get yourself off from the friction of his pants. “What's wrong sweetheart, let me hear you.”

You glance down at him with slight irritation that he stopped his sweet kisses. Rolling your hips harder on his hard cock presented you with the most beautiful sight of Taehyun’s eyebrows scrunching up and his lips widening letting out a moan of pleasure. His head tilts back, big hands gripping your ass like it was going to float away, he motions you harder onto him. You graze your nose against his neck relishing his homely scent that was all too familiar. Holding back the want to nibble at the skin you lift your head back to Taehyun’s plush lips. “Y/n-” you hum ignoring what he was trying to say, too addicted to the friction against your swollen clit, “ah- y/n, let's take this somewhere else.”

Still too engulfed by the man’s presence and wanting to get off just by his thighs, you didn’t answer. To your surprise, you were lifted up by the stronghold of Taehyun. Your hands reach for his shoulders holding him tight as he gets up with ease. Carrying you to his dark cold bedroom, dropping you down on his pristine white sheets, arms caging your seated position, hovering over you kissing deeply. Taehyun’s fingers dance under your shirt, “now sweetheart, I want to hear you like I’ve heard before,” he says, taking off your top along with your bra, “can you do that for me?”

His rough lips drift low to your hardening nipples making you answer with a breathy, “y-yes.”

Tae hums, satisfied with the state you’re in. He removes his shirt leaving you in awe, you’ve seen him shirtless before roaming around the house, but under the dim lighting paired with his lustful eyes, the sight made you shiver. The man walks away from you, your puppy eyes trail him watching him sit comfortably on his bed, back against his pillows. Following him to his spot, he stops you quickly tugging at your shorts. You slide them off with your panties and stand there waiting for his next request. “Sit on my thigh.”

Your cheek burns pink, bare pussy pressed against the textured material of Taehyun’s slacks. Your body instinctively starts to grind, head tilting back as excitement warms your stomach. Tae’s hands grip onto your hips helping you move, “Feel good?”

Your whine brings a smile to the man’s face, you open your eyes to get a glimpse of his canine grin. Taehyun’s smirk disappears into something more mischievous, you start to feel his leg bounce. Hands quickly grasp his shoulders keeping you stable, “A-ah T-tae-hyun!”

The man hums gripping your love handles harder, “Do you like how my thighs feel? Are you going to cum just by my thighs alone, sweetheart?” You try to nod but the quick movements mixed with your building up orgasm makes it hard to think. “Use your words, love.”

You’re gasping to do so, the friction in between your legs were overstimulating as it is. Once you feel his thumb snaking down to your clit it’s over for you. “F-feels good, fuck!” You cum on his black slacks, falling onto Taehyun’s shoulder. Exhausted but reality hits when you feel the man shifting under you. Leaving small pecks against his neck while reaching down to palm his aching dick. You note that way he whines and tilts his head at your lips on the sensitive part of his neck. “Let me help you please.”

Taehyun chuckles, “well since you asked so nicely.”

Both of you struggle to lower the man’s pants resulting in his dick slapping against his abdomen. You stop for a moment, eyes glued to his veiny thick cock waiting patiently for your attention. Your dainty surgeon hands cautiously wrap around him feeling every bump and ridge to have Tae jerk his hips up. “Taehyun, or should I say Bone Daddy,” the man hums in response, concentrating so hard not to release by your little movements, “where are your condoms?”

“T-there in the ah-” like butter, he melts into your hands, “in the nightstand.”

Multitasking with one hand tending to the man’s dick and the other reaching for a condom out of the drawer. You grin while tearing the condom packet open. You’re amazed at how his aura changed, he can’t be like this with other girls. How can the man in front of you, no more than a needy boytoy, be the one to make those visitors scream so loudly you had to purposely walk in on them to tell them to keep it down. “So Bone Daddy, do you always crumble for pretty girls like me?” You lean in towards his ear, biting the lobe gently noticing the faint shiver of sensitivity while rolling the condom on. Taehyun’s hands quickly get a hold of your hips as you lift them thinking you’re moving away. You chuckle, as a hand lines his cock to your cunt while the other lovingly rubs the nape of Tae’s neck. You sink down slowly, easing into the pain of the stretch he gives you. A grunt of Tae’s contemptment paired with a snap of his impatient hips upwards. Legs working overtime to match his pace, Taehyun finally has the power to admit, “Something about a pretty surgeon riding my cock while giving my neck kisses just does it for me.”

A smile forms on your face, taking what he said as a sign to leave more pecks on the column of his neck. Your lips push down to where his carotid artery is, feeling the harsh pulse, and fast rate. His hips snap up right to your g-spot as you do this, resulting in your attention to his neck to falter, moaning out. Your eyes roll to the back of your head consumed by his tip kissing your cervix. Tae’s hands grope the flesh of your ass as another snakes up to play with your nipple. A cute grin displayed on the man’s face once again making you scream under his touch. The stutter of his hips signals you to bounce faster reaching both of your highs. 

Both of you panting, hooked to one another, feeling each other's heart beats. “Do you still feel like you’re missing out, Bone Daddy?”

“Mmm I think I need to hear you again, sweetheart.”

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil 🩺

taglist: @naoristerling, @inkigayocamman

[huboi]

punishment (pt 1/?)

[childe x ftm! reader ft the harbingers]

╰┈➤ childe fucks you in front of the other harbingers as punishment, it seems like you’re enjoying it a bit too much (the guy with the big nose ain’t in this tho cause he’s not hot)

╰┈➤ reader is ftm and refered to as puppy and is called a good boy, slut, whore, cumpdump. it isn’t specified wether reader has yet had top surgery

╰┈➤ readers private’s are refered to as boycunt

╰┈➤ includes : vouyerism, hair pulling, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cumming inside

╰┈➤ this is my first time writing smut, so pls be nice to me

╰┈➤ 16- and fem aligned dni

the harbingers are currently in an important meeting, as childe put it. and only now have they realised that they are in fact not wasting their time

��aww, look at you, drooling all over the desk like a naughty boy, you’re gonna have to clean this up later you know?” childe cooed, his hips slamming against yours in a rapid pace whilst the harbingers watched in what appeared to be boredom

you could only let out a pathetic whimper in response, trying to avoid direct eye contact with the other harbingers, only to no avail as childe grabbed your hair and forced you to look at them whilst they got themselves off :(

“after I’m done with you... you should definitely help out the others. how does that sound? you’ll be our personal cumpdump” childe grunted out, leaving sloppy kisses onto your neck. in response your cunt clenched around him tightly, causing childe to let out a small whimper of his own.

suddenly, he bit down onto your neck whilst he rutted into your tight heat, an explosion of warmth trickled into your cunny, ajax keeping you plugged up with his cum so it wouldn’t drip out of you.

“w-why didn’t I get to cum?” you whined, childe only tutting in response, “this is a punishment after all, you’re not cumming until you’ve let everyone use you at least once. your boycunt is gonna be leaking by the time we’re finished with you puppy” childe explained, before gently kissing where he bit, slowly taking his cock out from your cunt, causing you to whine at the sudden emptiness :(

no need to worry, you won’t be empty for too long :)

content belongs to @huboi on tumblr, DO NOT REPOST ON ANY SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORMS WHATSOEVER

[sunnytotherescue]

One of my favorite headcanons out there, and one that I use as well, is ftm!levi ^_^ soo...

cw: fem terms for Levi's genitalia, no top surgery

I can't get the thought of fondling Leviathan's tits out of my brain,, silly boy just sitting in front of you on the floor while he plays games,, he's so focused on his win streak that he doesn't even notice the feeling of your hands sliding up his hoodie!!

it's only when you cup a plump breast that he jumps, freezing in place and ultimately losing his gaming match. And for a moment he almost launches himself away from you, so unused to the foreign touch that it nearly puts him into fight or flight mode.

but he calms with the help of your reassuring words, those sweet praises you feed to him like nectar. soft touch kneading his chest like you're trying to milk him!! The feeling begins to melt his brain and turn his already pink cheeks into a hot red,,

Not long after he's whining and pressing back against you as your fingers pinch at his nipples, pulling on them while you squeeze his cute tits just to hear him choke on every plea. Levi may have been blessed with a smaller chest, but that didn't make it any less fun to play with.

Squishing and pulling on them like your very own stress balls while all he can do is squirm in your hold, eyes squeezed shut and mouth hanging open as soft gasps n whimpers spill from his throat :3

Watch him stiffen up when you trail a hand down to the waistband of his boxers,, it's not his fault it's easier to game in such little clothing! he gets sweaty sometimes :< and even now he can't find it in himself to regret forgoing pants, not when you start to rub his already wet pussy through the thin cloth, soaking the material and making him blush a furious red at the sinful squelch.. and maybe he gets some extra points from the way your growing erection presses against his back.

Keep him there for as long at you'd like, tits bouncing when he finally gets to ride your hand after what felt like ages of grinding against two unfulfulling fingers. No one else got this treatment, right? He needed to be the only one, even if he was just some gross otaku who didn't really deserve you.. maybe if you kiss him some more it'll knock those mean thoughts from his head?.. pretty please?

But don't mention any of it after. Not the way he felt, not the way he whined, and definitely not the way his nipples stayed red and swollen long after he'd finished.. or you might just end up locked out of Levi's room for another month :(

[beatrixst0nehill]

"Guys, I'm so, so, SO excited! I really did it. I just bought my first testosterone prescription! This is so amazing. Thank you all for filling my feed with so many amazing detrans stories, showing me no matter how fem I am, no matter how fat my ass gets or big my boobs get, or how much I sorta look like a girl if you squint your eyes I can still totally just detrans and embrace being a guy! I am so fucking pumped to finally grow facial hair, for my voice to deepen, for me to get super hairy! Oooo, my mind is racing! I'm not gonna come out to my family or coworkers right away. I'm gonna keep it a secret until I don't even remotely look like a girl anymore. I already scheduled my top surgery in a few weeks, so bye bye big bouncy boobs! You were fun while you lasted, but like all of you keep telling me, I need to stop living my silly girly fantasy and embrace reality. I'm totally a boy!

I mean, I perv on girls and half the accounts I follow even on my main are thirst content with big tits, huge asses, girls that love to get thick and flaunt their fattening bodies! Mmmmm. I'm getting so hard just thinking about it. My doctor even said once I detrans I'll never get results like mine back! I'll never regrow boobs like these, fully lose the hair, have a girly voice, or a tiny cock I can hide. I'll be a guy forever! I bit my lip and told him I masturbate every night picturing myself as a boy, that my parents shouldn't have encouraged a delusional fakegirl like me! All I did as a girl was fuck guys, give out blowjobs like free candy, and jerk off constantly anyway, sometimes in public.....

Being a hot girl is just a kinky fantasy of mine, and I get that now. I'm not really trans, I'm just a perverted boy who's obsessed with girls. It's time I become a stud and show the world who I really am! I bought a bunch of weight gain and protein shakes at the pharmacy, too! I think I'm gonna try to bulk up, and become a really husky guy with a beard and a big gut. Wouldn't that suit me so perfectly? Just imagine me balding, losing my pretty hair, a nice full beard, my removed breasts getting flabby, a giant round belly in front of me from drinking loads of beer and eating whatever I want! I really want to get big! Wish me luck!

Two years on and damn, my moobs are almost the size of my old fakegirl tits! God, detransing was the best choice of my life! I'm working my way up to 400lbs. I love not being hyper desirable, especially to guys anymore. It's weird walking around and not getting groped or having my skirt pulled up so a guy can fill my ass with his cum on the bus ride home. But now I'm having way more fun perving on unsuspecting girls. Rubbing up on them, groping them, apologizing that I'm so fat and probably smell..... it makes me hard that they can smell me and get weirded out. I love fucking pretty college girls, they're so easy and desperate, even if they're disgusted by me they'll roll their eyes and tell me, 'Just get it over with, you fat slob!' And godddd it makes me so hard!

My cock is almost a foot long and I adore the gasps of surprise when they see it and the moans of pain and discomfort when I ram the whole thing in their curvy, often pregnant bodies, whimpering that they hope my cock doesn't break their water. Then I give their belly a super hard slap and tell them it seems like their womb is in good working order! I love being a pervy fat dude, I was soooo right when I decided to detrans. I even get to fuck my share of big-titted, fat-assed fakegirl, who I whisper to in their ears, telling them I used to look just like them, and they need to embrace being a guy, too, and wind up just like me. They get so hard when I tell them how amazing it feels to become a really fat man, the sexual freedom of embracing everything they're meant to be. No matter how pretty and perfectly passing they are they melt like butter and cum effortlessly when I tell them about how they need to go on T and gain a ton of weight..... With any luck these bratty fakegirls will learn their lesson and obey. Here's to another year of fucking every girl I want, and eating as much as possible! Living the true destiny of every dumb little fakegirl reading this!"

[daydreams-after-dark]

the horny brainrot is intense rn.

hi hi:) i love your work and had an idea~

i’m not sure if you write ftm reader or not (top surgery and a cocklet from T), if not maybe you could make this male reader?

but i NEED mean dom Han and whimpering and begging top Jeongin. maybe as a threesome or you can pick one or the other. it’s up to you really:) heavy on the praise kink but you could also throw in slight degradation if you wanted. I’m giving you full creative freedom here aside from mean dom Jisung and Jeongin whimpering and begging.

i also have a couple ideas if you’re interested in them too:)

Male!reader x Han x Jeongin

CW: mxmxm unprotected sex (please be safe), blow jobs, ass eating, anal fingering and penetration, praise, name calling “cockslut”, overstimulation. Han drinks a rum.

A/n: I probably didn’t spend a great deal on prep… pls don’t come at me.

Also… writing ftm or mtf is definitely not a “no”, but I’m not confident depicting this yet.

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"Han, can we please take him home? I want him to be the one?" Jeongin whispered desperately into friend’s ear.

"Hmmm." Han looked you up and down. "He is cute. I could see myself tearing his ass up." he bit his lip and looked at you hungrily.

You remained silent, sitting on the couch in the corner of the club. The two hot men, Han and Jeongin, had been making out with you, palming your crotch and shoving their tongue’s down your throat for the best part of an hour, when Jeongin suggested taking things a little, well actually a lot, further.

They were considering taking taking you back to their place for a bit of fun. You were leaking in your pants just at the mere thought of being used by them.

Han shook his head. "Let's just use a room here. Chris won't care that we didn't pay for one. He owes me a favour anyway." He emptied his glass of rum in one gulp and ushered you and Jeongin towards a private room.

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Jeongin was on you, desperately trying to undress you, kissing you wildly, whimpering about how he couldn't wait to feel you inside of him. Han seemed to just be enjoying the show, leaning against the door to the room and rubbing his hand over his bulge.

Your body was buzzing with need, and when you were fully undressed, you sank to the floor, mouth open, waiting for Jeongin to fill you up.

"Looks like he's an obedient one. Are you sure you want him to top you?" Han mused, watching Jeongin slide his length into your mouth.

"Oh, fuck! So warm. So good. That’s it. Please… suck my cock. Ughh... you're mouth is incredible." Joengin's head lolled back as he let you take control of pleasuring him. "Yeah, I do want him to. He said he's a switch, remember?" he panted as his eyes rolled back into his head.

That's right. You were a switch, loving both fucking and being fucked, and it seemed you might be able to have both happening at once tonight. As far as you knew, Han was a dom top, and Jeongin was a submissive top who wanted to try bottoming. You were sure that once he had a taste of it, Jeongin would be begging for more.

"Come suck my cock now." Han said in a low, level voice.

You popped off Jeongin's cock with a loud plop and the corners of you mouth curled up. "Of course." you said coyly, and crawled on your hands and knees until you were directly in front of him.

Slowly, you unbuckled his belt and released his cock. You audibly gasped at the sight of it. Perfection wasn't even nearly enough of a word to describe it. It made your mouth water and your asshole clench at the thought of him slamming into you with it.

Han reached down and gripped your hair, holding your head in place as he started to fuck your throat. Fuck, this was exactly what you wanted. To be used. He pushed himself so deep inside you that you gagged. He paused, smirking, and pushed deeper still. He face fucked you until tears were running down your cheeks, and drool down your chin.

"Such a messy boy. Okay. Go prep his hole, and I'll prep yours. Then we can really have some fun, yeah?"

You gave him one last bob of the head and pulled off his cock.

Jeongin was already waiting on the bed, on all fours, desperately presenting his asshole to you at the edge of the bed. Delicious.

"Go on, eat him out." Han instructed. You knelt behind him and pushed his asscheeks apart to get a good look at what you would be fucking shortly. "Such a pretty hole." you cooed. "A virgin hole?" you arched an eyebrow. Jeongin whimpered in frustration.

"Only had fingers and dildos in it. You'll be the first cock." Han confirmed, as he pulled a bottle of lube from a cupboard.

You leaned in and licked Jeongin's hole, causing him to moan. Then you allowed a trickle of spit to land on it before diving in fully. You circled his rim with your tongue, gently pressing every now and then to slowly coax him open.

A small whimper escaped you when you felt a lubed finger at your ass. "You're quite the slut aren't you, y/n?" Han was kneeling behind you, kissing your back as his finger explored your hole. "Wanting to be inside Jeongin, while I'm inside you."

You moaned and slipped your tongue slightly into Jeongin, who seemed to be falling apart rather quickly. "P-please... a finger.... I need a finger!" he cried, his head buried in the mattress.

You sat up, squeezing and slapping Jeongin's ass a few times before spitting on his hole and pressing your finger to it. He whimpered and hissed when your finger slipped inside. Just to your first knuckle. You felt like it might take a little longer to prep him than what his moans were indicating, while Han was already making your eyes roll back and your cock dribble pre-cum with two full fingers fucking your ass.

You used all your resolve to compose yourself, and put all your focus on getting Jeongin ready. What if you came before you'd even sunk into him? You eventually managed to squeeze two fingers inside him, and by the noise he was making he was extremely aroused. But was he ready?

"You're just going to have to fuck him as is. I can't fucking wait any longer. I need to be inside your tight little ass." Han growled impatiently.

The three of you positioned yourself in such a way that Jeongin was on his hands and knees on the bed, you standing behind him, and Han behind you.

Jeongin was already being so noisy, demanding you to just "ram it into him in one go." You spread a generous amount of lube on your painfully hard cock, and pressed against him. You let out a shaky breath as Han rubbed the head of his lubed cock on your hole.

"Go on. Push inside him. Make him scream." he snarled in your ear. "Be a good boy for me and fuck him good."

With a deep breath, you prepared yourself, and with a shaky exhale, you pushed inside Jeongin. He cried out, whimpering. You paused to let him adjust.

"Put in in me!!! P-please....need to be fucked." he sobbed.

"You heard him. Put it in him." Han growled, pushing your hips forward and penetrating Jeongin in one deep, forceful thrust.

"Ahhh...ngh..." Jeongin panted, almost collapsing on the bed. You held onto his hips, as Han continued to guide your thrusts into his friend. "Atta boy." he praised.

He pushed you so your pelvis was flush with Jeongin and you were fully seated inside of him. He felt warm and tight around your cock. You didn't think anything could beat this feeling until you felt Han breech your hole. "Fuck!" you hissed as you felt yourself stretch open.

Han withdrew his cock slightly, then pushed in a little further. You accommodated him fairly well considering he was big. Your body responded so quickly. The stretch and fullness of having a cock in you at the same time your cock was in another, was almost unbearable, and you weren't sure how long you were going to last.

Every smack of Han's hips against you, made you push deeper into Jeongin. Every time Jeongin pushed back onto your cock, it made you push back onto Han making him fill you just that little bit more.

Han grabbed onto your hips, and with him fully inside of you began to fuck you into Jeongin. The man underneath you cried, sobbed, and begged to cum, as he felt the force of two men slamming into him.

You were losing control fast, and it was heavenly.

A hand came down hard on your ass cheek. "Fill him up. Be a good little slut and claim him." Han commanded.

You were indeed very close, and when Han changed his angle ever so slightly, he had you seeing stars. "F-fuck!!!! Coming! Fucking coming!" you cried as you emptied yourself deep into Jeongin.

"Make him cum." Han panted.

You reached around and took hold of Jeongin's long, hard cock and jerked him off until he released himself with a loud whine and painted the bedspread in his cum.

You wanted to pull out. Your eyes prickled with tears from the overstimulation.

"No. Stay in there until I cum." Han increased the pace and the ferocity of his thrusts. It made both you and Jeongin whimper. You were both being overstimulated that it was bordering painful.

How much longer? It was like Han was doing it on purpose. It seemed like he was on the brink of orgasm, then he'd slow right down. Then he'd start up again.

Jeongin could no longer stay up on all fours, collapsing into the bed. You collapsed on top of him, and Han held you down while he grunted and growled as he continued to fuck you.

"Please, Han." Jeongin sobbed.

"Shhh... you're being such good cocksluts. Let me keep playing." he laughed wickedly. "I love this ass. Don't want it to end just yet."

It felt like an eternity, but eventually, you felt Han spill himself deep inside you as he spilled praises about how good your hole is and how tight you were squeezing him.

The three of you were spent, sweaty, and reeking of sex. Words like "fuck", "so fucking good." were mumbled over and over as you tried to recover from the mind-blowing experience you'd just had.

A little bit of aftercare, a big drink to hydrate, and it was time to say your goodbyes.

"So Jeongin, you think you'll bottom again?" asked Han as he pulled his pants up.

"What, you wanna fuck my ass now?" he rolled his eyes.

"Maybe, but I like fucking this guy's ass." He reached out and squeezed your hand in his.

"Good, cos I like him fucking mine." Joengin grasped your other hand affectionately.

"So," Han turned to you. "You wanna do this again sometime?"

You looked to the two men. "Fuck. Yeah!"

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[reorientation]

Hello, it's grindr Alice again. It felt so embarrassing, having to say repeatedly that I've got a fresh load in a cunt, a female fertile cunt that's right there between my legs. After having to say I'm a female right there at the counter (yes, there were other people in there listening to us) they took me to a consultation room and asked again if it's for me, and if I know that this pill is for women... I had to confirm that yes, I know, I have all the parts and really really need it... I had to tell them that I was a cumdump just a few hours earlier because they asked how long ago I had sex. I had to write down 'female' on the form they gave me.

Also ironically the guy didn't even misgender me on purpose or anything, because I wasn't brave enough to say that I'm into that on grindr, I guess he just decided that calling me 'a female' is so obvious and natural becasue that's what I am regardless of my 'identity'...

My identity might indeed be just a needy little cunt. She's so desperate and leaking 24/7 - everyone said I'll get less wet on T, but it never happened, I have a constant flooding in my boxers, sometimes I'm even waking up with them completely soaked.

The guy I said I might get fucked by unfortunately bailed. He said he could take me raw in a park nearby, and I made my way there, and waited in the dark, and he never came. I edged for like 4 hours before that and I was so disappointed. I wish there was an app better than grindr, one where I could just indicate my location and the fact that my pussy is available for breeding and people could freely take advantage of that. I need to get railed properly, hard and rough and deep, without all the small talks and wasting time...

Grindr Alice here again: a guy messaged me on grindr while I edged browsing through tumblr. Got me wet. He said he could come and fuck me, that he's half an hour from me but he's willing to drive to fuck my pussy in a park. I said yes... And he actually drove here. We went to a park. He told me to lie down on my back. He fingerbanged me SO HARD and slapped my clit and teased it for what seemed like ages, I was so sensitive and I was doing my best not to moan too loud becasue I was so scared someone would come and see me, lying like that on the grass, spreading my legs for a stranger...

Like, he kept his trousers on but took mine so I was literally just in a t-shirt and my shoes, my cunt leaking on the grass and all over his fingers.

At some point he called me 'a good girl'... Then he corrected himself and said 'good boy' but I heard that 'good girl' and gods it made me gush even harder, it's so hot - he drove to fuck my pussy like a woman's pussy. To finger me, to touch my clit - he commented that it's big but he still called it my clit...

And he came in me. I spread my legs and let a stranger cum inside my cunt in the park. And then walked 10 minutes back home while his cum was dripping into my boxers.

I didn't cum, I felt so good and close, but I can't cum if I'm not the one touching myself I guess... but I loved it. I love it when I don't even cum, just like a toy. Well my grindr name is 'Fleshlight' so that's saying something I guess.

Now I'm touching myself, edging, to the memories of this fuck. Gods. I feel like such a slut. He called me that, and more, while he was fucking me. And he said it's the best pussy he fucked in the past 10 years right after he filled me full of his baby-making seed.

Somehow I'm still scared my implant is gonna fail me... but I can't stop myself from doing this again and again...

(Previously)

It's funny, Alice. You said at the very beginning of your first ask that after five years on T and top surgery, you "pass really well"... but none of that really seems to matter once you've offered a man your cunt, does it? To them, you're "female" or "a good girl" with an oversized clit. It's not indulging your kink, because you haven't admitted that to them - it's just the obvious way that they see you. It's natural. It's a fact.

And once you let that second man come inside of you, it became an urgent fact, didn't it? You had to go and tell all those people that you were a fertile female with a fresh load of cum in your womb. You had to do all that just to escape the consequences of being a needy, fertile little bitch.

And you may have quelled that fertility for now... but there's no escaping the rest of that new identity. God, how long has it even been since you saw a cock in real life for the first time - a few weeks? And you're getting fucked bare by a stranger in a public park, like a bitch in heat. You've barely found out what men's cocks feel like, but you know now that you were made to serve them.

You're a good little whore already, Alice. But I'm looking forward to the day that you realize that getting used bare while using an implant isn't enough for you. I'm looking forward to the day that you lift your ass in the air for a real man to fuck a baby into you.

[galaxostars]

Transfest celebration

Hi everyone ! Pride month may be over but Transfest is still very much on going and so many beautiful fics/art keep coming out every day, so feel free to check them out and give them some much deserved love <3

I will be reblogging this post every time a new work comes out so stay tuned for that + the authors' reveal next week!

The Magic of You : 13.9k, E, Petunia/Severus, James/Lily, Eileen/Tobias

One cigarette can change everything. Or when two people realise they are far more alike than they are different.

can i tell you something? : 2.7k, G, Regulus/Remus

Regulus needs to tell Remus something.

What Are Friends For? : 2k, M, Draco/Harry, Hermione/Ron

Draco offers to help Harry out with a certain problem he’s having, courtesy of starting T.

Sun's out, Guns out : art, T, Charlie Weasley

Charlie Weasley has much to be proud about. All his scars are fucking cool, the dragon claws, the eyebrow slit, the stretch marks on his hips, and ... oh yeah : his top surgery scars ! Charlie Weasley is a hot transmasc dude, what do you want more from me i'm thirsting

Full Indulgence : 14.7k, E, Fleur/Nymphadora, Nymphadora/Bill, Fleur/Nymphadora/Bill

Tonks and Bill used to fuck. Bill met Fleur, and friends-with-benefits became friends again. Now, Bill’s engaged to Fleur. Tonks thinks Fleur is hot. Really hot. Tonks cannot stop thinking about her. Bill finds out. Bill has a solution. Tonks is caught in the middle, in the best way possible.

brother, I've returned : 2.7k, G, Regulus & Sirius

Sirius and Regulus reunite after their parents' deaths. written for the HP TransFest, prompt #82: Brother, Madds Buckley or FTM Sirius left home many years ago. After his parents death he must return for the reading of the will and face the brother he left behind

I don't wanna be anything other than me : 4.3k, T, Sirius/Remus

Remus has been thinking about confiding in the boys that he is trans and a werewolf, because he is tired of hiding who he is. Lily is his best friend, but living in the girl's dormitory is taking it's toll. A story of friendship, opening up to others, and accceptance. Prompt 33: Remus ftm taking to McGonagall and the boys about switching dorms

your friends are a fate that befell me : 12.8k, E, Regulus/Sirius, Regulus/James

Self prompted : Established Sirius/Regulus, Sirius wants Regulus to make James feel better after his breakup

Fawning Over You by toxik_angel - a Podfic podfic length 4.5-5 hours, E, Draco/Harry

Harry's not sure which would be worse: Ron and Hermione finding out he buys Draco Malfoy's premium pornography and an extra gift off his wishlist every week, or Draco Malfoy finding out Harry has a horrible, distracting, embarrassing crush on him. Alt title: Whore-ton Hears a Harry.

force our smiles, baby, half dead (from comparing myself to everyone else around me) : 3.8k, M, Remus/James

Five times James was asked how he was feeling + one time Remus was asked the same.

The bleedin' hearts, the arts and that other stuff : 55.9k, E, Remus/James, Dorcas/Lily, Regulus/Sirius, Barty/Pandora/Evan

Sometimes "coming out" means going stealth with your hookup. Sometimes "going stealth" means that your hookup gets the wrong idea that you (a book-loving pacifist who writes self-proclaimed sad boi music in your spare time) are a repeat offender in the back alley knife fight department. Oops? It's all fun and games in love and war for Remus and James until somebody gets hurt. This is a FINISHED FIC With an eleventh chapter - epilogue coming post-creator reveals <33

Between These Walls : 40k, E, Harry/Severus, Luna/Rolf Scamander

Casting an eye to his former student, Severus saw Potter’s head loll onto the thin pillow. The young man faced the ceiling, expression inert and dull. Why was he in a hospital bed next to Potter three years after the war? In which Harry quits the Auror force to recover from a bout of depression, Severus starts an owl-order business from his country house, and they both learn what it means to be in a relationship for the first time.

Wine Drunk : 2.8k, T, Sirius/Remus

Prompt: Sirius is falling in love with new member of order (remus homeschooled) and notices several things and tries to put together pieces

It's not over yet : 6.9k, T, Lily & Severus, Poppy & Severus

Taking self-made potions and performing a ritual at Ostara in his fourth year - Severus Snape had thought of many aspects while planning his transition. Was there something he purposefully ignored until the last second? Certainly. Severus struggles to navigate both his parents' reaction and the reality he has to face: people will ask questions regarding his new form. Severus is sure he is no "young woman" but rather a lad, yet telling other people is intimidating. At least he got his friends and a surprise ally.

moving into me : 5.2k, T, Hermione/Ron

Veronica "Ronny" Weasley always knew something was "off" but Ronny didn't understand what it was until the Yule Ball shenanigans during fourth year. Submitted for 2024 Trans Fest Prompt 6: "Trans male Ron who doesn’t realize/come out until a few years into Hogwarts."

Make sure to leave some kudos and comments to the authors 🏳️‍⚧️🫶🏻

[itsawhumpsideblog]

The Safehouse, pt. 20

CW: for institutionalized slavery, mentions of abuse, treatment of people as things, broken bones and treatment of same

Advice from the Box Boy Liberation Movement:

Especially at first, rescuees see the world exclusively through the lens of their training. You will need to develop the habit of being extremely careful in your wording choices. Words like "good" or "better" are often misunderstood, because rescuees are accustomed to having these terms applied only to their behavior. Saying things like, "feel better" implies, in their understanding, that there is a correct way to feel and they have failed to achieve this standard. Instead, focus on speaking literally and clearly, using wording like, "I hope you're feeling well" or "We are giving you this medicine so that your body can heal."

It wasn't rough right away- certainly no more difficult than anyone's recovery from such a surgery would be. Mikey napped on the couch, his left arm in its cast sticking straight up in the air, while Angie and Tim began dinner. It was an excuse for them to speak privately under cover of the noise.

"We can get him through a couple of days," Tim said, "But he's going to need stronger painkillers than we can get over the counter and I have no idea where those are going to come from."

"We'll ask our contacts when we call tonight. We owe them a check-in about the surgery." Angie tried to sound confident, but she knew as well as Tim did that even their Network contacts could not work magic.

"Yeah, maybe they'll have some ideas." Tim sighed and went back to chopping vegetables. When they were done, he brushed them into the pan with unnecessary force and pushed them anxiously around.

"It'll be okay," Angie said, patting Tim's shoulder. "One way or another- he'll get through this. And we'll help."

"Sure, but-" Another sigh. "Being here was supposed to mean he won't suffer anymore."

"I know. I don't like it, either. But we're going to do our best. Only thing we can do."

Tim nodded and they finished the cooking in silence, saving their energy so that they could put on cheerful faces for the rescuees.

Nathan seemed to notice that something was wrong. He raised an eyebrow at Angie when she handed him his plate, but she just shook her head.

Later, she mouthed and he nodded and tried to even out his expression.

"Hey, buddy," he said gently, reaching over to rub Mikey's shoulder. "You want to eat? Angie's got dinner for you- she'll help you, or I can if you want."

Mikey surfaced from the kind of deep, dreamless sleep that could have been either the last of the anesthesia wearing off or the beginning of the deep exhaustion that meant his body was trying to heal. He took a deep breath, pulling air down into his lungs, and tried to remember what had happened.

His hands looked funny. One of them was wrapped in something hard and blue- a cast. Mikey turned his head very slowly and traced it along his arm and up to his shoulder, where it seemed to stop. When he tried to wiggle his fingers, they didn't want to move. The other hand was wrapped up in bandages that looked like a mitten, except for his fingers peeping out the top. He held this arm up closer to his eyes, inspecting it. He tried to turn it, to look at the palm, but hot pain shot up his arm and he lowered it back to his abdomen, cradling the arm, and tried to rock back and forth to soothe his racing mind, if not the pain in his hand. Sometimes the rocking helped him calm down when he wanted to cry. Master didn't like it when he cried.

Had he been crying? Was that why he was being punished like this? Maybe he had done something Master had said not to and that was why his hands had to be hurt and bound up, so that he couldn't do it again. Maybe Master had to hurt his hands to teach him this lesson. He tried to remember what the lesson was, so he could be better next time and Master wouldn't have to hurt him.

Mikey's lip was trembling and Nathan reached out again, gently rubbing the good shoulder.

"Hey buddy," he said again, "You're okay. You're just waking up. It's fine."

Mikey knew that voice. That was the indoor pet, who was kind to him. He could trust that voice, and it was telling him that he was safe. He blinked his eyes and the room faded into view. There was Nathan, smiling at him in a worried sort of way. And Mistress, holding a plate with steam rising from it. He sighed in relief.

"That's better," Mistress was saying in a cheerful voice. Her voice was always like that. She was kind. She had put a belt on him in the car, but she had worn one, too, as if they weren't so different.

"Now, I know you might not be too hungry yet, but if you can, try to eat at least a little. Your body needs the energy so you can start to get well," Angie explained. Mikey nodded a little vaguely and opened his mouth, looking rather like a baby bird. Angie fed him and nodded reassuringly at Nathan, who sighed in relief and turned to his own meal.

Across the room, Tim had helped Francis sit up and prop himself against the side of the couch. He blinked sleepily and stared at his meal for a few moments before reaching slowly for the fork and beginning to eat, one small bite at a time. Francis didn't need help with the act of eating, but Tim stayed by him for encouragement. Francis made it halfway through the meal before he set his fork down wearily and closed his eyes, curling up into the couch.

Tim performed the usual cursory check of Francis' forehead and smoothed his hair.

"It's been a long day, hasn't it?" he said. Because it would have required him to express an opinion, Francis didn't answer. "All that worrying about Mikey was rough on you," Tim went on. "I think it'll be early to bed for everyone tonight. Me included."

Francis felt that some response was required and he nodded wordlessly.

"What time is it?" Tim asked.

"Almost 8," Angie replied. "But as early as we were up, I don't think I'll have any trouble sleeping." She caught Tim's eye and gestured to Nathan with a questioning look. Tim nodded.

"Why don't we go ahead and put these two to bed?" he suggested and Nathan could hear in his tone that Angie's "later" was probably imminent. "Then we'll come back and help you," Tim added. Nathan's palms started to sweat. He hoped Francis and Mikey didn't notice this change in routine that clearly signaled they were being left out of something.

But they seemed not to and perhaps that was not surprising. Francis seemed limp in Tim's arms as he was scooped off the couch and when Tim came back to help Angie get Mikey upstairs, Mikey was staring tiredly into the middle distance and swaying as they helped him walk.

Nathan could hear footsteps above his head and the murmuring of voices that were just slightly too far away to make out the words. The light in the front hallway dimmed as two sets of footsteps came down the stairs and turned off the light in the upstairs hallway, and finally Angie and Tim sat down on the couches.

"What a day," Angie said to nobody in particular. Nathan had noticed that they were a little different when Francis and Mikey weren't around. They were less careful in their speech and... he searched for a way to characterize their behavior. It was less determinedly cheerful, perhaps. Not less kind- the kindness seemed to be completely genuine- but there was less intention behind their smiles. They even complained sometimes, or bickered companionably. Tim had once told Nathan that they had never met before coming to the safehouse, but it was clear that the two of them had become fast and true friends.

"What's going on?" Nathan asked, looking from one of them to the other.

"Everything's going to be okay," Tim said, which wasn't an answer and also wasn't terribly comforting.

"But?" Nathan prompted him.

"The hospital didn't give Mikey enough pain medication," Angie said bluntly. "Not on purpose- they can't take more than a certain amount before they'll get caught. But the upshot is, he won't have enough."

"I'm going to try to get some more," Tim put in. "We have to call our contacts tonight and check in, so I can ask. But even if they can get it for us, it's not going to be right away."

"Shit."

"Yeah," Angie agreed. "It's gonna be shit."

"Poor Mike," Nathan said. He remembered how his leg had felt, before they had gotten him to the doctor, when he was en route for delivery and there had been a speed bump, or rumble strips. He winced just thinking about it and shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"There's not much to do," Tim went on. "Except figure out how to ration it and do everything we can to get him some more. I think... we should probably prioritize nighttime, so he can get some sleep. If we have to, we could go light on it in the mornings and just give him a ton of over-the-counter meds. Then the prescription stuff to get him settled down for at least one good meal and sleep."

"But first we're making that phone call," Angie said.

"Sure. Maybe they'll be able to help."

"Anything I can do?" Nathan asked.

"Not really." Tim shook his head. Angie added, "I just thought you should know. Since you guys are so close."

"Are you going to tell him?"

"We're going to try. I don't know if he'll understand," her voice faltered slightly. "Or if he'll be able to believe us. But he should know, I guess. He has the right to."

"Agreed." Tim didn't sound any happier about it.

"He'll probably think he's being punished," Nathan said gloomily. Tim and Angie just nodded and Nathan sighed. "Well, I'll try to help you explain it to him, if I can. Thanks for letting me know."

Next Time: A very difficult day for the whole house.

Master List

Notes: Shortish, but I've missed writing this.

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[wolf-knights]

something has changed

Pairing: Derek Morgan x m!reader (ftm)

A/N: hi, yes im back and by popular demand uploading chapter 2 of the derek morgan fic. Chapter three is in works currently so lets hope by Friday night or Saturday its done to be uploaded :)

mentions: strong language(?), drinking, gay pining(?), smut...like this whole chapter is smut so be ware, AFAB anatomy used, DO NOT READ IF UNCOMFORTABLE. FEM ALIGNED AND AGELESS BLOGS DONT INTERACT. if theres any warning i left out please let me know.

-> 18+only, do not repost, copy or translate my works nor post them anywhere else. Read at your own risk. Reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated.

Alcohol clouds your mind as your back collides with the soft sheets of the bed, his hands roaming your body, kiss after kiss from your lips to your neck to your collarbone, marks after marks. 

“Derek…” his name escapes your lips as a sigh, he looks at you, and his warm eyes still make you feel something even if this was a one-time thing, you knew it was in your mind. “Y/n…are you sure…you want this?” he asked wanting to know you wanted this as much as him, that you needed him as much as he needed you. The words escaped you as you nodded “I need to hear it from you, pretty boy” he whispered making you shiver “Yes…I want you Derek” your voice barely audible. At that moment everything was fogged, the only thing that wasn’t fogged were Derek’s hands moving under your shirt pulling it over your head as his eyes trailed over your body “god you are hot” his hand moved to trail one of the tattoos on your chest, his hand lightly grazing against the scar from your top surgery, he had seemed to figure it out, you took a deep breath looking at him sobering up a little “Derek-I-I’m-” Derek saw the fear in your eyes, fear of rejection, fear of getting hurt “it’s okay…it doesn’t matter to me, pretty boy” he whispered as he leaned in and kissed you. This kiss was different, reassuring, and gentle, it felt like running through a field of flowers with the sun about to set, the soft breeze hitting against your face and making you smile.

The kiss was broken to breathe, and derek’s lust-filled eyes looked down at you as your hands gripped his shirt pulling at it to remove the article of clothing. He smirked and pulled away to remove the shirt, he couldn’t help but laugh a little at the sharp breath you took “oh, so you like?” he said as he moved away completely, eyes still fixing you in place as you nodded “what’s not to like?” he chuckled as he pulled you to the edge of the bed by your ankles making you yelp and look at him as you laugh, the alcohol was officially starting to attack you properly. He leaned down his hands on your hips as he attacked your neck making your laugh turn into a moan “now that’s something I like to hear” he whispered in your ear as his kisses traveled down your body from your neck to your chest, kissing across your scars with a smirk as his hands moved from your waist to the waistline of your pants. As his hands played teasingly with the waistband his soft kisses turned into bite marks littering across your body, leaving evidence of the night behind him “can remove these?” he whispered only for your hands to grab a hold of his “let me…” you breathed lightly as he moved his hand with a smirk, only for you to smirk and use his loss of control to your advantage flipping you two so he was below you, he chuckled as you straddled him “I know what you're up to. I can see it in your eyes." derek’s hands rested on your hips as you leaned down and kissed him “well will you indulge me then?” you whispered as you kissed him a few times before moving down his body leaving marks where ever you could, you could feel the butterflies flutter in your stomach every time you would hear derek’s breathing change or feel his hands in your hair

“Can I...” you asked making sure he was okay with it, he unbuttoned his pants removing them while his eyes stayed on yours, you laughed lightly looking away knowing your cheeks were redder than you’d like to admit. You kissed your way down Derek’s chest only for him to moan as you got closer to his cock “are you okay with this?” you asked making sure he wanted this, his hand gripped your hair, he could see the slight excitement in your eyes as he gently pulled your head back “just suck it already” he whispered in the voice that would have anyone melting, you smirked “someone’s getting impatient…” you said only for Derek to mirror the smirk you had on your face “and something tells me you are not one to take command pretty boy… so now why don’t you end what you started” your breathing hitches as your eyes move to his lips before leaning in and kissing him, he pulls back with his signature look and winks “get to work pretty boy” he whispers, you bite your lip before moving your hand to cup his cock through his underwear feeling it twitch in your hand from the touch. You pulled Derek’s underwear down finally fully freeing his cock. Without breaking eye contact, you licked up the length of the cock, licking around the tip as Derek’s hand grips your hair as you take the entire length into your mouth. The sight alone had Derek’s mouth watering, he had decided then and there that this was the hottest thing he had ever seen. You started to move faster, occasionally looking at Derek to see the look of pleasure clear on his face, there was clear eagerness in your eyes. Both of you had lost track of the time, not a single thought in your minds except each other and what was happening right now. Derek came back to his senses as he got closer to the edge, he wanted to do more before he finally came, and he pulled at your hair making you open your eyes looking at him with lust-blown eyes “stop baby…don’t want to cum just yet” he whispered with a smile as he pulls you closer to himself making you straddle him. 

Derek moved the hair from your forehead before pulling you in for a kiss, his hand resting on your hips, your unbuttoned pants seemed to be in the way of him as the kiss got heated.

You were lost, as your brain had started to fog with only the thoughts of Derek. Your body shivered every time his hand got closer to your nipples making you grip Derek’s shoulders harder, he couldn’t help but tease you further as he shifted you to one of his thighs. He hooks his finger in the belt loops pulling you closer as you gasped at the sudden friction making you tremble and hold on to his bicep, he laughed softly “oh…sensitive all ready, pretty boy?” As he whispered as his lips brushed against your ear. 

 You were no doubt getting a little impatient now and he knew that just by the way you’d whine whenever he would purposefully make you grind as he’d shift his thigh.

“Just fuck me already…” your head had dropped on his shoulder by now his hand was in your pants, massaging your slightly sensitive clit slowly, your body felt like it was on fire, derek’s touch alone had made you quite worked up yet he couldn’t get enough of your whimpers or moan begging him to just fuck you at this point, his fingers already deep in your cunt moving in a rhythm as he pushed them in only to pull them out slowly, with every push of his fingers you’d gasp with a shiver running up your spine. You could feel his bulge pressing against you, his heavy breaths against your neck was a whole other experience of arousal. Derek’s free hand in your hair pulling it away from his neck only to see your face literally being the definition of pleasure itself “you are driving me insane already, baby” his lips grazed against yours, and as his fingers pushed in again his lips attacked your bitten ones, your moans trapped between your interlocking tongues. In the heat of the moment he had flipped you so you were on your back with him towering over you, your heart was beating faster than it had ever on a case. Derek held eye contact for a moment for a sign of hesitation only to find lust and desire though he still asked “you sure you want this, pretty boy?” 

“pl-please just…fuck me already! please” your hand on his shoulder moved as he pulled away with a soft chuckle, your legs now resting on top of his thighs with his hands moving down your body until they reached the waistband slowly pulling it down as his hungry eyes stayed on yours “god you couldn’t be more handsome” he whispered as his eyes fully take you in. Derek’s hand moved up on your torso, up to your chest with short gasp-like breaths leaving you as derek’s hand found your nipples quite easily. He slid his thumb against it, an easy and lazy flick that had you squirming with soft sounds leaving you. A cascade of shivers surged through you rushing down into that ache that was pooling into that well-known pleasure. 

The look of pleasure as derek pinched your nipple, a sort of encouragement that made him do it again this time pulling a soft whimper out of you. The back-and-forth flick had you squirming and biting back moans, your thighs resting against Derek’s waist his left hand resting gently on your thigh as an anchor for you. Derek did not stop his assault on your nipples though his thumb flicking over them sending waves of tingles and twitches through your body with desperate wines leaving you. A pinch and twist that sent pain and pleasure through your body that had your hips bucking with an ever so sultry chuckle leaving derek as his hand softly massaged the now red nipples before his hand travelled down your squirming body, down towards where you wanted his hands to be the most. 

Derek’s fingers slid along the wet folds slowly, as your hips jumped at every slight touch. His free hand spread your legs apart as he slid his fingers up and down idly, for a moment he gave a light touch to the opening of your vagina. His fingers pressing against it, he massaged the pads of his fingers against your cunt, gathering that wetness on them as another desperate noise left you derek moved his fingers back up lightly grazing against your clit. The excitement and the heat made you arch your hips for more of derek’s touch only for him to pull his fingers away as he adjusted his position a little. With his fingers back on your cunt, he spread his fingers in a peace sign, avoiding the clit as much as he could though he rubbed teasingly close to it earning him a moan-like whine. As derek’s fingertips pressed lightly to the outer labia making your hips jump with a shuddering gasp as he slid his fingers up and down, your breathing fast and erratic, your cheeks flushed and burning. 

Derek loved this, he loved how easy it was to figure out what you liked, the way you’d tremble and squirm with his every touch. Derek bit the inside, he loved all the noises you would make, god he could tease you all night and not get tired by hearing your desperate sounds begging him. But not today, not right now, not on the first night. He had already planned that this would not be a one-time thing.

A whimper left you as derek slid his fingers along the skin, pressing where he knew the clit was while massaging it firmly. A sensation that your hips bucked whenever derek’s fingers applied the pressure, sending shudders and trembles down your spine with a moan leaving you. Going back to gathering that wetness on his fingers, derek moved his fingers back to your clit with your muscles flexing and quivering under him, he tapped lightly at your swollen clit smirking at how your hips jumped eagerly for more.

Derek pressed a soft kiss against the edge of your hip before softly nipping at it making you twitch softly with a whine, before softly kissing down your hips. His lips soon pressed a kiss against your mound, a moan leaving you as your hands gripped the bed sheet in a tight hold. 

Thighs quivering on either side of him as derek gave a swirl of his fingers against your cunt, as he moved his fingers in slow circles while looking at you. The rush of heat under derek’s skin at the sight of your flushed and pleasure-filled face, your lips parting for those ragged and heavy breaths that paired with soft shivers of your body drove derek crazy. To be frank, derek had never felt such complicated feelings, not for anyone and certainly not for a one-night stand or so he thought. 

As derek’s fingers continued rubbing firm yet slow circles against your cunt, he pressed soft kisses on your inner thighs as they tightened and trembled against him. His brown eyes held blazing eye contact with you as he pulled away his fingers though his soft kisses continued growing closer to where you wanted him the most, his fingers pressing gently and pulling the lips apart before he blew softly at your already sensitive and swollen clit “de-derek!” a soft whine of his name left you, that alone was enough to drive him crazy, his free hand softly massaging your thigh as you squirmed.

Derek moved your thighs to his shoulders, a whimper leaving you as he leaned in lapping at the wet folds. This new feeling had you arching your hips as one of your hands gripped the bed sheet under you while the other was moving down to grip his hand. Derek had pulled away for a moment to see the look of pleasure on your face, he had smirked before leaning down again and lapped while making sure to keep up with the fast yet slow rhythm against the opening of your cunt. Moving up he pressed his tongue gently against your clit before giving it a lick as a moan left you, derek had forgotten about himself all of his focus on you and your squirming body. Moving his left hand from your thigh to pull at the outer labia before he gave a gentle lick to your clit again before he closed his lips around it, he looked at you to see your reaction only to find you gripping the pillow beneath your head as he had slowly started to suck it. Moving his left hand away from its previous position only to press the pads of his fingers against your slick opening, pressing them against your cunt as his tongue joined in the action again lightly swirling against your clit in rhythm with the sucking. The overwhelming sensations had your hips jerking up with cries and moans of his name leaving your trembling body. Derek’s right hand still holding onto your hand in a way anchoring you, providing a sort of comfort as he kept up with the pleasure. 

You grew impatient as his fingers pushed in, the rhythm lining up with the swirling and sucking on the clit. Your hips tried to arch off the bed as derek pushed his fingers in again faster than he had previously in result hearing your moans with the slick noise. The wetness gathered on his fingers as he gave another swirl against the now sensitive swollen clit that had your toes curling with a wine of derek’s name. Whenever you’d moan or whimper out his name it would send shudders down his spine and instinctively make him ground down against the bed a soft huff leaving him. 

The way your muscles would contract and squeeze around him whenever the pace fastened had derek moaning out in time with you. The vibrations of the moans and hums had your hips jerking down against derek’s hands that played with you whilst holding your hips in place, derek loved the slight struggle your hips would do to arch. He continued sucking at your clit as his fingers massaged against the inner walls clenching around his fingers. With every thrust of his fingers, you could feel the familiar heat setting in, like something was close to snapping. Derek feels your toes curl with your thighs squeezing around him as his fingers hit the bundle of nerves. The hand that was in derek’s clenched as your body twitched as it snapped, the climax being pushed over the edge, derek fingers keeping up with the rhythm he had as you orgasmed. 

Your body twitched as you came down, your breathing heavy. Derek gently pulled away as his hand rested on your thighs caressing them softly to bring you back down “you doing okay, pretty boy?” he whispered as he moved your hair off your forehead as you nodded slightly nuzzling against his hand before you stopped as you regained your senses “yeah…ju-just need to breath for a moment” you whispered knowing that you wanted more, more of derek. 

You looked up at him with a hungry and lustful look that no doubt set derek’s mind on fire. Derek’s hand moved from your thighs to your waist as he leaned down pressing a soft yet fiery kiss on your lips, your hand on his bicep while the other tried to pull him closer to you. Your legs wrapped around his waist as the kiss deepened before he pulled away breathing heavily his hands resting beside your head to hold him up “where is…?” you already knew what he was going to ask, you softly smirked and pointed to the bedside table. Your eyes follow him as he pulls out a condom and lube. He returned back to his position before he pulled away placing the items by his side he grabbed your waist to position you a little higher on the mount of pillows, you laughed softly after a gasp had left you at how easy it was for him to move you around. He seemed to figure out how his positioning you intrigued you, Derek hid his smirk as he moved closer to you, your thighs resting on his. Derek’s eyes didn’t leave yours for a moment as he accommodated himself between your thighs, he could clearly see the slick glistening between your legs. Just like you derek himself was getting eager, as he leaned closer his cock pressed against the glistening folds though he didn’t push in, his lips were back on yours as his cock rubbed against slippery folds. You gripped his shoulders as you softly moaned into the kiss with your hips jumping up at the sensation. 

Derek softly groaned with each slide against you, it had him aching for more, for you. He grabbed the condom that was sitting beside the twisted bodies, he bit the corner and tore it open a bit way too eagerly. Though his hips instinctively moved he forced himself to calm down to prep himself for you. His breathing was heavy as he adjusted his position, one hand on his cock to guide himself while the other was free for you to squeeze as you felt the push of Derek’s cock. Derek made sure to be slow as you breathe shuddered, hand holding his, you couldn’t get the thought of the fact out of your mind that this felt different from the other times you would have slept with someone. 

When derek was sure he didn’t need to guide himself anymore, his now free hand sprawled on your hip as his thumb moved too slowly and steadily drawing circles over your clit as he slowly works himself further in, with a soft groan leaving him at the stimulation of you tightening from the constant stimulation being provided to you. Derek couldn’t get enough of your soft moans with every move.

Derek could feel you tense up, he gave a tap on your clit before moving his hand to rest beside your head as he leaned down to place kisses on your neck as he forced his hips to stop to let you get used to him though his kisses don’t stop, moving from your neck to your lips to nipping at your neck with marks already forming, he had noticed the way you bit back your moans whenever he would nip at your skin “Let me hear your voice” he whispered in your ear as his hand carded through your hair grabbing it as his eyes looked at your lust filled ones. Derek could feel you relax with his every kiss and touch, even to him this felt different then his other hookups.

You had whispered something that derek wasn’t able to hear, worried he looked at you “is-is everything okay, pretty boy?” he seemed to be on full alert, your heart couldn’t help but flutter at the caringness “I-I’m ready…” you whispered with a slight smile. 

Derek chuckled at how scared he got before he leaned in close and kissed you before pulling away though his arm stayed beside your head while the other hand rested on your hips as his thumb rubbed gently at your clit to relax you further, you had given into him already. Derek focused on rolling his hips making sure to take it slow to not hurt you.

Derek bit back a groan as his pace picked up, you yourself couldn’t hold your moans back. With his hips moving in a quick rolling motion though his real focus was your clit, his fingers on your clit speeding up until your body was left trembling. As derek felt you flutter around him, he pulls his hips back instinctively pulling a whine out of you, he couldn’t help but chuckle softly before he pushed back in pulling a moan out of you, he started fucking you at steady yet quick though making sure not to go too deep. Your body trembles against the sheets, you couldn’t help but tighten your legs around derek’s waist as one of your hands grips the sheet while the other seemed to be interlocked with derek’s hand that was beside your head. Your back arched off the soft cotton sheets as derek picked up the pace a little hitting exactly where the shivers would run up your spine.

Derek had moved your legs to wrap around his waist as he leaned down, his face close to yours as he brushed his lips against yours teasingly before pulling away as you leaned up to kiss him before he himself pulled you in a kiss as he started to move his hips again. His weight on you, your legs shaking cause of the stimulation, your hands gripping at Derek’s biceps as he slides against your walls. 

His thrusts were slow, and patient. You on the other hand were yearning for him, derek was quick to pick up on it as he picked up his speed, going faster. Your thighs tremble at the stimulation, derek couldn’t get enough of the reactions and sounds you’d produce. 

“Derek—god Derek” you exhale his name out with a breath as your hips shift instinctively as your head is thrown back with your eyes closed “oh—someone likes that” derek himself moaned at how you tightened as he hit the spot. His hand moved to your cunt to gather up the slick and precum before it was on your clit, with gentle circles and enough pressure for you to buck your hips it flowed into a rhythm with his thrusts.

Your mind was fuzzy and in a haze, the only thing you could focus on was derek. As if he was the only person that existed. His name leaves your mouth with every moan, his own moans and grunts mixing with yours. 

Your bodies moving willingly with the others as if it were a dance, though it wasn’t just your bodies mingling…it was much more than that. More than you could realize, it was a connection longing to happen.

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°~ tagging: @csb87 @hi5321 @stealing-kneecaps I hope you all enjoy it and I hope you all are having a great day/night ❤️

[the-fiction-witch]

Scrubber Girl

Media Artful Dogder

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Flirty AF

first fic post show release for Jack Dawkins!

I would like to formally welcome him to the roasta and thank everyone involved in artful dodger!

I hummed myself a gentle tune as I folded laundry away into the upper cupboard when suddenly this smell, this stench! this utter aporance! met my nose. 

"Ohh my-" I gasped turning to see if I could see what on earth had happened only to see a strange sight indeed. 

As Resisdent Dr Jack Dawkins came trudging up the stairs dressed in his shoes, socks, his undergarments and a dirty old coat, with a look of anger and frustration his body coated with dirt, blood and... frankly I didn't want to know what else. His whole body stank enough I could smell him before he even reached the top of the stairs.

I met his angry eyes, then his... undergarments utterly in shock grabbing a yet folded sheet to hold over my eyes

"ahhh goodness gracious! Dr Dawkins!" I yelped "What on earth happened?"

"Don't ask." He snapped heading to his room, 

I quickly finished the laundry and took my dress in hand to scamper along behind him to his room quickly going in before he stopped me 

"What on earth happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it" 

"Alright, You need a bath. You utterly reek"

"I'm fine" he said stripping the jacket off and washing his face from the basin by his bed

"Jack you need a bath." 

"I'll deal with it in the morning Y/n I know you trying to help but It's been a long day I just want to get to bed." 

"I just clean those sheets jack, No absolutely not." I said moving to stand in front of his wardrobe to prevent him from getting clean clothes

"Y/n."

"I will ask you nicely once Jack, and I will ask you rather bluntly a second time. Do not make me ask you a third." I glared 

He rolled his eyes "Run me a bath." 

"Thank you, I will add some extra bubbles just for you" I smiled going to scamper away to run him a bath but he grabbed my arm "Yes?" I asked his response like normal was to merely rub his nose on mine "Not on your life while you're smelling like that doctor. Once your bath is finished I will consider it" I told him before I hurried down to the bathroom running the large tub with a nice fresh bar of soap, some fluffy towels and extra bubbles and soon enough he arrived wrapped up in his jacket with a fresh set of clothes "You're bath awaits you, Dr Dawkins" 

"Thank you y/n." 

"You're welcome, now come on let's get rid of that horrid... whatever it is." I told him 

He smiled and stripped off what remained of his clothes before climbing into the tub "Ahhh hot,"

"if its not hot your not clean" I giggled "Enjoy your bath" I smiled going to leave but he grabbed my arm and tugged me back "Yes?"

His response was to lean on the side and give me puppy eyes 

"Alright" I rolled my eyes sitting on the edge "What on God's green earth is in your hair?" I asked 

"You don't wanna know" he sighed relaxing a little 

"I worry about you sometimes." I sighed picking up a rag from the side getting a good rub of soap and starting on his matted hair filled with chunks of... ehhh I don't wanna know "You get into another fight again?"

"No."

"You trip over the surgery waste bucket again?"

"No. And I can do it myself you know" He pouted 

"Alright I'll go" I laughed trying to get up and leave but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back

"Ohh no you don't" He smirked tugging me back so much I almost fell in his bath with him 

"Jack let me go!" I giggled 

"How am I ever meant to get clean without my little scrubber" He smirked 

"Jack!" I giggled pushing him off before he really did pull me in his bath with him "Not while you still covered in... Ohh my- Is this flesh in your hair! How- what- when-"

"I told you, you didn't want to know." 

"Let me guess some crack pot scheme of you boys downstairs gone horribly wrong?" I asked having to work a bit harder now I knew what it all was getting the good scrubbing brush 

"More or less" He shrugged "While your at it scrubber girl I have a terrible itch on my back" He complained arching his back so I could use my long scrubber 

"I protest to being labelled your scrubber girl" I complain playfully but still decently hitting him on the head with the wooden steam of the scrubber 

"Owww" He complained "Sorry scrubber girl"

"One of these days, your going to call me that and I'm going to push this scrubber slightly further down and end up shoving it right up your arse. Like to see your quick fingers get you out of that"

"You'd be amazed what my quick fingers can do" he smirked "I suppose you wouldn't be surprised. Would you scrubber girl?" He smirked leaning back to playfully wink at me 

"You want me to hit you again? cause I'll do it. and it'll be much harder."

"not the only thing getting harder." he smirked 

"Okay. You asked for it." I glared fetching the hard brush the one often used for the bottom of your feet, calus hands and stubborn merky mud. I dabbed a bit of soap and before he could argue or protest I shoved the brush down his chest until I met his crotch and scrubbed like I was cleaning off old boots to which he squealed like a nine-year-old girl has lost her dolly and immediately he scampered himself to the other end of the bath sheepishly holding his legs to his chest

"No." He warned "Noo. put the brush down."

"I'm not sure, a scrubber girl needs to scrub" I giggled jumping to the other side and trying to get him again but he again moved in fear 

"ahh no! no. okay... I apologise." He said, "Just put the brush down."

"Alright," I giggled setting the brush down "What am I?" I asked 

"My scrubber girl" he smirked 

"Jack," I warn going to pick it up again

"Alright! Alright, Your y/n. my very sweet little laundry girl." he smiled moving over to be close to me leaning on the tub a little "Not the scrubber girl"

"That's better" I smiled fixing his hair a little and giving his lips a soft gentle kiss he tried for more But I pulled back 

"Would my lovely laundry girl like to join me?" He suggested

"After what's just come off your body Jack you have more chance of getting the virgin Mary herself coming through that door to give you blow job" 

"I mean... you can empty it and re-run it if you feel that strongly about it"

"Just put some pants on Jack before I really do shove that scrubbing brush up your arse" I warn getting up and throwing him a towel to it hit him in the face

"Thank you-" He sighed 

[hotnsweetnprimrose]

Who am I? Well,

I'm part boy part girl, boygirl, the protector and mayor of transgenders! Well. Not that last one, that's not an official position nor would I claim it in a non-joking manner. I'm just a silly t4t slut :P

If you see this blog in sfw areas or engaging with sfw blogs, I’m just there to shitpost and I cannot be bothered to do a main blog switch thing lmao. But if it makes you uncomfortable, that’s okay too! Feel free to block. I will also probably reblog sfw memes and such too. A laugh is a powerful thing.

Last Updated: Feb 6 2025

My name is Prim or Eden (switch 'em up when it's been a while). I'm 22, I am trans, non-binary, and bigender (androgyne flavor), and I'm here to fuck and get fucked, at least in what ways are possible over the internet. I'm interested in all genders, but have far more fondness in my heart for my fellow trans folk. :P (I’m on the aroace spectrum but absolutely sex-favorable. It’s fun)

I'm a switch and vers in many things! I am 5'1" and a tad fragile. However due to mental health stuff, domming requires a Lot of trust in advance. I’m more likely to sub simply because it’s less stressful for me at this point.

My pronouns are fae/faer, they/them, and she/he (alternating). If you’re ever in doubt for what to call me, just slam both binary gendered words together until it sounds not terrible. Examples include guygal, boygirl, princessprince, etc.

I might use it/its for myself while in subspace being a toy, don’t change any of your language in response unless I ask or you get permission, please!

I strongly believe in trans joy and t4t joy. Transmasc transfem transneutral trans [fill in the blank] we are all so hot and cool. <3 It brings me joy to lend aid whenever and wherever I can. This blog is focused on trans 4 trans first and foremost. Cis people are an afterthought, almost always.

Send me asks if you want! DMs even! I love meeting people! Don't be shy! Unless you're cis, then I have high standards so yes do be shy. And if you’re cis and heterosexual? …. Sorry, if you’re attracted to me, you absolutely cannot be both of those things! I have a discord available after I get dm'd because tumblr dms my behated.

Please don't interact if you're a minor or don't have your age in your bio. I will block you. Immediately. Be patient and you'll have a chance to explore when it doesn't endanger yourself or others.

More stuff under the readmore including limits, kinks, and other tidbits.

I also just block and unfollow liberally if you aren't firmly on the side of t4t solidarity and mutual support. We're all having a hard time out here. (I also will not hesitate break mutuals if you post content that damages my mental health that I can't filter for. This is my safe haven.)

Top Surgery (No Nips!!!! Wahoo!!): 10/16/2024

Anatomical Terms:

clit, tdick, tcock, cunt, pussy = GOOD!

boygirl + any term that's deemed good already= GREAT!!

hole = fine. a bit boring

vagina = BAD! too technical

If I'm dominant in your scenario, call me mastress, mixtress, or captain. Sir is on the table for those who earn it. If I'm submissive in your scenario, call me toy, pet, diminuitive names, or kitten.

Let me know if you need anything tagged!

Due to me being bigender (androgyne edition), I try not to reblog posts with "men dni" or "women dni" on them as I feel like that's denying part of my identity. Also out of principle so maybe people will be less broad with those kinds of statements OR remember multigender folks like myself exist. Please don't binarize me, that sucks.

I call the rp/kink fiction/pretend element "kayfabe" because wrestling is y'know. somewhat analogous to kink in some ways!

I have a lot of posts I still have to queue and tag alas.

Not Planning on Going On Longtime Systemic T Please Don't Act Like I Am [I use tcock and tdick with the t meaning trans or t4t, not testosterone <3]

List time!!!!

g = giving, r = receiving

BIG YESES!!

body worship [g+r]

praise [g+r]

tentacles & monsters [...g+r] (used to be this blog's main theme, but I'm revamping! might still post/rb it though)

bondage & restraint & shibari [g+r]

hypnosis [g+r]

bimbofication & dumbification genre [g+r]

creampies [r+g but that requires a strap and/or imagination] - I hate this word I need a new word!! The stuff with breeding is good but pregnancy is such a no go for me…. 🤔

overstim [g+r]

edging [g+r]

Objectification in the sense of being a toy, a tool, something with a function that does a job [r, unsure about g]

petplay [g+r I am a kitten thank you not a puppy sadly]

gentle gender affirming genderplay/forcemasc/forcefem!!!!!! [g+r]

size kink [I'm so damn short I gotta sexualize it]

DEFINITELY MORE I DON'T REMEMBER OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD

CONTEXT DEPENDENT (not always a big yes but the version eithout context is a no)

anal [giving ONLY, and only with gloves or a strap. I do not stuff in my ass or touching that hole]

intox [giving/domming ONLY]

Consensual non-consent but ONLY if it's clearly established as such with the post/fiction (I know I'm rare in that I find the prep and negotiation hot but hey, I love communication and trust!)

Painplay [giving/domming ONLY]

Breathplay [giving/domming ONLY] (picky about this one because safety but also I got asthma so I need to breathe normally)

NOS!!!!

Any kind of pregnancy or pregnancy focused kink

Any sort of inflation (cumflation is case by case)

Breeding with the INTENT of pregnancy (see creampies above, I do love the raw sex and being cum in but pregnancy still makes me dysphoric)

Nipple/breast focused content and/or kink (don't have those anymore and they gave me dysphoria) [except if you want to do like. breast theft. then we can talk about it but I'm super picky it's basically a no] {okay I’m cool doing it for others tits but not Mine}

Detrans kink and misgendering kink (I respect you but not my thing and usually makes me dysphoric. More power to ya though!)

Kinks involving urine, scat [shit], or filth [literal] in any large capacity

Consensual Non-Consent when it's in-universe just non-con

I respect y’all but no f4uxc3st and please tag it!!!! I have it blocked because my brain goes “you want ocd symptoms abt this? Okay!” I don’t even have full ocd just traits n trauma 😔

Nudes. Not without my express and enthusiastic agreement (rare). I might send but I do not like to receive.

[all of this is subject to changes and updates when I remember things not listed here or I learn more about my tastes!]

Tags:

#Prim Speaks = non-horny posts/writing/updates (that's what this is tagged as)

#Prim Whimpers = horny writing (submissive focus)

#Prim Smirks = horny writing (dominant focus)

#Prim Moans = horny writing (generally)

#Prim Reveals = if I ever do post suggestive pics this is the tag for that. we'll see how I feel.

#it's the little things you queue together = queued posts, if you know what song and musical that's from, kiss me on the mouth.

There are two sideblogs off this blog but they’re both secret. Thank you <3

[calamitys-child]

Hi, are you comfortable saying who your top surgeon was? You look great! Totally understand if not. Either way thanks for sharing, love seeing guys that look similar to me, and congrats and hope you recover well!

Hi! Thank you sm!

So I'm on the NHS for my surgery and I personally had a fucking Saga of admin issues on my way which I don't yet have it all behind me enough to speak on at length, but what's most relevant here is that on the NHS you can't pick your surgeon, just your location/team. I ended up with Chelsea and Westminster, who are a pretty new pathway for gender affirmation surgery, even if some of the surgeons have been in the field for a While now.

The team is led by Victoria Rose, who I also had for my consultation - she also worked previously and I believe still does work with the NHS Manchester pathway. Her results, as I've seen from other people, are really good; I personally had a really difficult time with her at my consultation, but ymmv, I know other folk have got on great with her so maybe it was just me or she was just having an off day. Either way, I know she's a great surgeon, makes sense for her to be the team lead.

When I got my admission paperwork for surgery, it said I'd be with Giuseppe di Taranto. I hadn't seen much of his work online before the surgery - looking him up I found he works partly in the NHS and partly in the private sphere, the latter of which he has an instagram for showing some of his work.

On the actual day of my surgery, what happened was a sort of boy band in scrubs arrived in my room??? Honestly idk, I got 3 hot men who all said they'd be my surgery team and I genuinely couldn't tell you whether he was any of them I have handsome guy faceblindness (and also regular faceblindness). I'd been fasting for 14hrs, had 3hrs sleep, and was the most anxious I've ever been, not my greatest state for remembering details.

Pics under the cut for a healing update, if anyone is curious: contains scarring and medical equipment but no blood, which should give at least a sense of how it's going 2.5 weeks on!

At discharge, ~5hrs post surgery: I had to wear that post op binder 24/7 for the first week, no drains even though di Taranto apparently usually uses them? Unsure why but grateful not to have needed them

There was padding over the surgery site which we assumed was gauze but my partner discovered upon helping me wash with baby wipes was essentially just a huge strip of kitchen sponge which, hilarious

1 week post op, first dressings change: elated. Incisions almost completely closed, minimal bleeding or oozing, zero sign of infection. Right nipple graft doing perfectly, left nipple graft looking mostly okay but a little more fluid and scabbing. Redressed whole site and kept compression vest on, can now take it off for half an hour daily to wash, avoiding getting dressings wet - this will be the case til 4-6 weeks post op

2 weeks post op: incisions pretty much completely shut and frankly astonishingly neat so far, no signs of infection, just still fragile. Some swelling, particularly on left side, but not enough to cause concern - it's very very common after a mastectomy and usually mild swelling resolves on its own after a couple months, especially with the compression top and with gentle heat applied like a hot water bottle or something for 20 minutes a day. We're keeping an eye on it. Grafts still looking both good, right slightly neater than left. Discolouration near grafts in these pics is because the dressings we're using are soaked in iodine which disinfects but can stain the skin, it'll come off eventually in the shower.

Current plan is the grafts should be kept completely dressed for 6 weeks, redressed weekly, and I'll still wear the compression top for 6 weeks. Incisions are now down to just steri strip dressings until 4 weeks, at which point we can hopefully move to scar care - I have a 4wk follow up remote appointment with the Chelsea Westminster team to discuss then

[jerseyshoresy]

Hullo! Could I request something with a trans man reader (post top surgery, the others dont know hes trans) member of the Sudbury blueberry bulldogs where the readlways showers after the others but shoresy goes to walk in but stops, sees their scars and perhaps healed sh scars and goes to talk to Sanguinet about it asking how he can support you and open a conversation about it without scaring you off? Maybe asking you to practice with him later and you guys talking about it?

Hello! Thanks SO much for requesting this!! I’m sorry it took so long but I really wanted to do this story justice, it’s a very creative request and I like taking my time writing heavier stories like these! I hope this is what you’re looking for, and again, thank you for requesting!! I hope you’re doing well, sending you much love and light :) <3

The Captain You Could Count On

Angst, fluff

Shoresy x transgender male reader

Warnings: self harm scars mentioned (I put them on reader’s stomach for the sake of the story), cussing

“Another great practice, boys! Hit the showers and head home. See you on game day.”

Sanguinet gave all of the players pats on the back as they left the ice, showing them he appreciated all of their hard work. When it was your turn, you smiled warmly at your coach, your skates leaving the ice and catching on the flooring beneath you. You took off the bladed footwear and made your way into the locker room, eager to shed your sweaty uniform and take a much needed shower, but you always waited until the other members of the team had left before doing so. None of your teammates knew you were transgender and you figured they would be able to tell if they saw you shirtless—your top surgery scars were pretty prominent and very obvious if anyone recognized what they were looking at. You also had some other scars that would be on full display if you were to shower publicly and you just weren’t comfortable enough with the idea of that yet. So, instead of clamoring for a spot under the rushing water with 20 other guys, you settled on the bench in front of your locker and waited for everyone to go home before lathering up.

“What’s wrong, m’ lad? Afraid of gettin’ wet with tha other b’ys?” asked Hitch, clapping a hand on your shoulder.

“Settle down,” replied Goody, grabbing shampoo from his bag and walking to the showers.

“The only thing I’m afraid of is making all of you self conscious with how great my body looks,” you teased, making Hitch let out a loud laugh before leaving you alone. You sighed quietly, wishing you could be as carefree as they were about showering. You decided to scroll on your phone to waste time. It worked because before you knew it, there were no more loud voices or leftover bags in the locker room—everyone was gone. You were quick to take off your clothes and soak under the hot water, happy to wash the grime from your skin. Little did you know, someone had stayed behind longer than usual.

“Thanks Sanger,” Shoresy called out, leaving the office and heading to the locker room. Normally he’d already been showered and gone by this time after practice, but Sanguinet had called in him to discuss some new plays before he had a chance to clean off. Now, heading to the showers, he was taken aback by the sound of water running. Who else was here this late? He peeked in quietly, not wanting to scare whoever was rinsing off. It was you! Shoresy’s eyes opened wide in surprise. He’d never seen you without a shirt since you always opted to shower alone. However, he never put too much thought into it; he knew what it was like to be insecure about his body so he figured maybe you were suffering from the same thing. He turned to leave you be, deciding to wait for you to finish before hopping in there himself, but something caught his eye, causing him to take a second look. On your chest were two scars on the bottom of each pectoral—not fresh, but visible. Did you have surgery there for some reason? All of a sudden, a thought smacked into his brain. Were you… transgender? Of course, that didn’t bother Shoresy one bit. You were a hell of a hockey player and that was all that mattered to him. The thing that did bother the Bulldog’s captain, though, were the other little scars littering your stomach. They certainly weren’t surgical and looked to be self inflicted. He furrowed his brows. Were those fresh? He couldn’t tell. He felt his heart start to hammer in his chest. There was no way he would continue to let you struggle emotionally to the point where you’d rather harm yourself than talk to somebody about what you were going through. With one last concerned look your way, Shoresy left to consult with the man who always had answers.

“Sanguinet! I need your fuckin’ help!”

“Huh? With what?” replied the ever helpful coach.

“It’s y/n,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. “I accidentally walked in on him in the showers and I saw something I shouldn’t have.”

“It’s the showers, my guy. That happens.”

“No! Not like that,” said Shoresy, shaking his head, “more like… fucked up. Like he’s either been through something bad or is going through it now and I don’t know what to do.”

Sanguinet leaned against his desk, patiently waiting for Shoresy to continue explaining.

“He has scars all over his stomach. I think he did it to himself.”

Shoresy saw the shock register in Sanguinet’s expression. “No way. That’s really shitty.”

“There’s something else, too.”

Sanguinet raised his eyebrows to show he was listening.

“He’s transgender. I saw the top surgery scars.”

Sanguinet nodded in understanding, his arms crossed in front of him. “Sounds like he’s been through a lot and the least we can do is be there for him if he needs us. What were you going to do?”

Shoresy looked sheepish. “That’s why I’m here asking you. I want to support him but I don’t know my next move.”

“Well,” said Sanger, taking in a breath, “the most logical thing to do is just talk to him. You’ll never know the truth if you don’t ask. You’ll also never know how to give him the support he wants if you don’t ask, either. So do what you’re good at doing—talk to him.”

“Okay, yeah. Okay,” he replied, “I can do that. Thank you.”

You were finally out of the shower and feeling good about the state of cleanliness you were in, relishing in the calming scent of your favorite soap. You had just finished getting dressed when you heard footsteps come up behind you. Walking into the locker room was Shoresy and you were grateful you had pulled your shirt on already.

“What are you doing here so late?” you asked him.

“Sanger wanted to go over some plays with me in the office so… yeah,” he said. He was giving off awkward energy, like he wanted to say something else, but was too hesitant for some reason.

“Cool. I’ll see you later,” you said, going to grab your things, but Shoresy stopped you.

“Wait! I was gonna ask if I could practice some of the new plays with you since you’re still here. I know you already showered but all you have to do is skate. I promise I won’t work ya too hard.”

You wanted to refuse him since you were extremely tired from earlier practice, but there was no way you could deny Shoresy’s puppy dog eyes.

“Alright. But just for a few minutes, alright? I’m hungry,” you told him as he beamed at you, the inky darkness of where his missing tooth should be reminding you of the sport you loved so much. You laced your skates as Shoresy grabbed a hockey stick and a few pucks. You guys practiced for quite some time, pucks and playful insults flying across the ice.

“Hey, I have to talk to you about something,” Shoresy said when you guys were cleaning up.

“Sure, man. Anything,” you said, taking note of the serious tone of voice he rarely used.

“Just know that you’re my teammate for life and nothing can change that. I love you, dude.”

Your eyes widened.

Did he figure me out?

“So, anyway, I stayed after practice late and when I went to take a shower, I saw you in there. I went to leave and give you privacy but before I turned around, I saw something that I wanted to ask you about.”

He did.

“My scars?” you guessed, and he nodded.

“I’m just worried about you. I saw the scars on your chest and stomach and I wanted to make sure you knew you could talk to us, any of us, about anything. Except for fucking Frankie, unless you speak French, that big, stupid fuck.”

“I appreciate you looking out for me, I really do,” you started, trying to keep your voice even keeled so he couldn’t tell how nervous you were. “I’m transgender, as you could probably tell from my chest scars, which were from my top surgery. I didn’t want to tell anyone because I was worried that it might change how people view me. People are so judgmental about that stuff and I didn’t want it to get in the way of me playing the game I love. I’m a hockey player first and everything else comes after that. I didn’t want my identity to overshadow my skills.”

“That makes sense to me. I’m sorry you had to hide that all this time,” Shoresy said, taking a seat in the abandoned barn as he maintained his attentive listening.

“Thank you. In regards to the scars on my stomach, I’m not gonna lie, I’ve found myself in some tough moments throughout life and I’ve struggled with learning to deal with things in a healthier way rather than taking out my frustrations on myself.”

“I get that,” interjected the man next to you. “It’s hard feeling like you have no control over some things in life. I found support for my struggles in my family. They pick me up when I’m down and they’re always there for me. I want you to know that me and the rest of the team, we’ll be those people for you. No matter what.”

You didn’t know what to say. Shoresy was being so kind to you that it made you want to smile and cry simultaneously.

“Thank you, Shore. Genuinely. I never realized how nice it was to get all this shit off my chest.”

He glanced down at your chest. “Literally?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” you laughed.

“But really, y/n,” Shoresy said, putting his hands on your shoulders, “if you find yourself in a spot where you feel like you’re losing control, text me, call me, bust down my fucking door. Just, please, don’t ever harm yourself again. You get beat up enough in our games.”

You let another laugh slip out of your mouth. “Okay. I will, I promise.” You scrunched your nose as you backed away from your teammate. “Now go take a shower. You stink.”

Shoresy grinned lazily. “We were having such a touching moment and you ruined it.”

“Goodbye, Shoresy,” you called out, lifting your gear bag onto your shoulder.

“Take care of yourself, okay? I’ll see you at the next game.”

You nodded. “You too.”

As he watched you leave, Shoresy couldn’t ignore the warm feeling permeating his body. You seemed to be excited about the idea of communicating openly with him and your other teammates; he was hoping you would take his words to heart and get in touch with him next time you needed to talk. He wanted to be the captain you could count on both on and off the ice.