#adoring anon

[my-castles-crumbling]

Soooo, i’ve been following u for a while (adore ur microfics btw ❤️) and now I require advice… thankfully you’re good at that. 

So i’m straight. And i’ve fallen in love with this guy. He’s adorable and sweet and brave and honestly the best person I know. I met him about a month and a half ago at a work thing (he doesn’t work where I work tho, not that it matters) and we’ve been dating ever since. 

We haven’t done anything sex related yet (don’t worry this isn’t abt that). But the other day I decided we should talk about it, because he seemed super bothered by the idea (i had a hunch he might’ve been ace, which I was fine with) but it turns out it’s not that, he’s trans. 

He told me he transitioned pretty young, and that he’s had top surgery but not bottom. I reassured him this doesn’t change anything, cause it doesn’t, but to be honest, i’ve never really been around trans people? I know queer people but i’ve never had a trans friend or anything. So i’m worried about how to do this right. 

I assume it’s best to just be normal? Sex has never really mattered to me that much, so I guess in that regard i’ll just go with the flow of whatever. But I just thought, is there anything I should know or think about? 

I think this could be a really great relationship, we want the same things and get on so well. 

Maybe i’m being panicky, trying to make sure I don’t do anything that could hurt him. He asked me if it was okay that he’s trans because i’m straight. I told him that I love him and I don’t doubt that. And that I still feel straight. I still love a man. I wouldn’t really aline my sexuality with genitals anyway? 

I don’t know. I’m nervous I guess. I’ve been in plenty of different types of relationships. Good and bad. And I just don’t want to mess up or make him uncomfortable or not notice a hint he’s trying to give me? 

Look tbh I don’t totally know what i’m asking but like- advice? Please? Thanks Cas ❤️

AHHHH I think this is so cute. The fact that you're being thoughtful enough to ask is UGH. SO sweet.

So, you're ABSOLUTELY right. Sexuality has to do with gender, not body parts. So you're a girl (I'm assuming) and you're straight. Meaning you're attracted to boys. And this person, trans or not, is a boy. Simple! The fact that he is worried about your reaction is probably because he's experienced transphobia in the past. For this, just remind him that you see him as a boy, regardless of his body parts.

Trans people can deal with something called 'dysphoria' meaning they are uncomfortable (physically or mentally) because they feel like their expression or body doesn't match the gender they identify as. Dysphoria can be caused by anything - looking in the mirror and seeing something they don't like, a comment from someone else (even unintentional), or intimacy (amongst other things).

As far as sex, I'm going to break my rules here and give you some advice because I think it's important.

Sex could cause dysphoria. It's super important to note that every trans person is different. Some experience extreme dysphoria, others just a bit, others none at all! The same thing is true with intimacy- every trans person (just like cis people) has different preferences with intimacy. But this is especially true because for some trans people, intimacy could cause dysphoria because you're interacting with body parts that are normally not as...interacted with, lol.

Because of this, its super important to communicate. Ask him what he's comfortable with. What does he/doesn't he want you to touch? If you're going to use dirty talk, does he prefer certain terms for his body parts?

But here's the thing- communication is important for good, healthy sex anyways. And for a healthy relationship. And it's much better to just ask. Asking questions isn't wrong, and it shows that you don't want to make him uncomfortable. It could also be a great idea to make it clear what you've said to me- you see him as a boy, you don’t want to mess up or make him uncomfortable or not notice a hint he’s trying to give you.

Keep the communication open and everything will be fine <3

I'm going to name you adoring anon in case you write again!

[buttercupshands]

I took that as a challenge so now it's a full comic of me making Siffrin happier by the second

And a small bonus

Because there's not one but two Siffrins who deserve some happiness in their lives

even if by just getting their favorite snack

[stuckinapril]

I love Tumblr because nothing matters here truly. There are no influencers. Having followers doesn’t mean anything. It’s just a site where people post their sporadic thoughts and rb pretty pictures. Anyone who thinks any of this matters is woefully missing the point

[cute-sucker]

note: hands and rafe?? fluff!! this came to mind. i wanna talk about it so bad so y'all are forced to listen to my rambling idc. (might do a nsfw one if y'all want it...i'm sorry)

extra note; this is dedicated to my first anon; the beloved 🪐 anon <3

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when rafe's hands are on your waist, dragging you close it means he's possesivally telling everyone who you belong to, and especially when his hand drags down to that small base of your back that you love so much, feeling yourself flush

when rafe hands reach for your, needing that small way to be close to you, you know to move closer to him, knowing that he needed you and that you needed to be there for him.

when rafe hands hold your hand, a calloused large hand weaved with your tiny one you can almost feel the shyness in the gesture, the vulnerability he's offering you, that softness that you could only get from him

when rafe's hands wrap around your shoulder, he's drunk and laughing at stupid joke as you give him a cheesy smile. you only need a squeeze on the shoulder to know he's completly yours, as his eyes are that dazzling steel blue you know too well

when rafe's hands drums on your thigh, you look up to him looking concentrated on whatever he's doing. he needs to keep his hand there, not caring about the prying looking that the guys give him, or the viciously annoyed looks girls toss your way. he just needs to close to you

when rafe's hands brushes your hair away, a small graze on your forehead, or while braiding your hair, you know he's reminding something. there is something about hair that drag him back to his youth, you think, because he gets teary eyed almost.

when rafe's hand grab at your elbow you know he's pissed with his rough touch. your elbow is some place that he drag you to turn around. usually it means you will be taked to in a demeaning way, snark clear in his tone, yet that soothing touch on your elbow tells you another story

when rafe's hands fiddles with your fingers, you know he needs something to drag him back to reality, that soft distracted of touch of his makes you hide your smile; something that he'll snap, 'what,' when he notices you looking at him in that shy way

when rafe's hand cups your jaw, it could be two things. it means he needs to look at his eyes to ground himself and know that you're still here with your wide doe eyes, and a clear look on his face, or it means he wants to see the look on your face when he teases you, a clear flush spreading across your face as he drags your face up to kiss you

when rafe's hand lingers on your wrist, it means he's checking your heartbeat to make sure nothing has scared you. sometimes you jump up, and his hand quickly travels to that delicate part of your body to check your heartbeat. you always find yourself feeling so grateful that he cares about you so much

when rafe's hands reach to wrap around your stomach, where he tucks his head in that hollow of your shoulder, you know that you need to ease him. you need to take care of him if it's by giving him something like a sweet kiss, or whispering a promise that will make him happier

when rafe's hands feel for you at night, a urgency in his touch hoping that he won't make contact with a cold bedsheet, and instead he'll make contact with your warm body which is twisted along his own as if the two of you were melded into one and another

when rafe's hands stretch the waistband of your sweatpants, you can't help but laugh, at how silly he is, how touchy he is. but he's like how poets say, the other half of your soul, and you let him do his silly acts

when rafe's hand grazes your eyes, you know you'll find him leaning over to kiss both of your fluttering eyes, a calm soft touch that will make you sigh. he knows sometimes you need it to calm down, that gentle touch that'll make you feel safe.

when rafe's hands stay reached to your side, you feel more loved than you ever have.

[retquits]

may i ask how you feel about march x ryis in fom? 👉👈

I FEEL VERY STRONGLY

[erabu-san]

Freminet and Collei

[nerdylizj]

Links to favorite fics you’ve read for Zutara?

i've been sick all weekend so apologies for the late response & lack of ratings, descriptions, et cetera.. i fear this is the best i can do rn. these are random fics from my bookmarks that i like for one reason or another, in no particular order. there are many, many, many that i am missing. i recommend checking out these writers' tumblrs/ao3 profiles for other works too <3

the crevasse by @iamnotthemilkman

delicate by @jasmine-tea-latte

nessun dorma by @sproutingliliums

the worst prisoner series by @emletish-fish

those who remain bt @arctik-fox

partner in learning by @forever--rain

lost in you still

for the spirits by @demaparbat-hp

like gold by @sproutingliliums

salt and scale by @mzladybird

for pride and honor by @neincraff

such selfish prayers

celestial motion

modern love by @grapefruittwostep

i'm still here

everything i am

they call you refugee

didn't know my heart

playing with fire by @spacelattesao3

vengeance is like gold

[kyi-0m0]

a trope that absolutely drives me crazy with lust is imagining a guy/individual with a dick incredibly desperate to pee and i help them find a toilet/bush/somewhere to pee but by the time they get there they’re already starting to leak and are clenching there muscles and squeezing their dick with all their might, and even though relief is literally right in front of them they know if they let go to get their zipper down and pull out their dick they’re going to completely lose it. so instead the just stand there frozen and start to whimper, tears starting to leak out and they feel the warm wet piss start to hiss out into their underwear and seeping through their fingers, so i reach my arms around them and undo their pants really quick and grab their dick out and aim as the full stream sprays out. their pants are wet but not nearly as bad as they could have been, and will be able to conceal their accident. at this point they relax their body completely as all the piss finally floods out of them and they lean back into me, letting their arms fall to their side and resting their head back against mine, moaning softly in ecstatic relief. finally their stream trickles to a stop and they come back to reality realizing what just happened. their face turns bright red and they begin to stammer out an apology but their voice weakly tapers off as they feel my breath against their neck and notice their dick getting hard in my hand that still hasn’t let go. they whimper as i slowly start moving my hand up and down, they’re already so sensitive. i quicken the pace and they let out a deep moan and their legs shake and i have to wrap my other arm around their waist to hold them up as they come all over my hand.

or something like that :)

oh my god. oh my god

anon you have blessed me with this what an incredible scene I'm literally obsessed

the way they don't even realize it in the moment because they just need to relief so bad-

[the1trueanon]

actor au wally for you guys to nom on while i work on oc/story lore :3 i agree he's adorable, but also like. the prettiest man. ever. and i would tell that to his face. everyday.

actor au belongs to @frillsand >w< i love their work and au so much

alt version under the cut, done by request of a very good friend -w-

hehehehe oh to give him a smooch and watch him turn as red as his bow >:3

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hi Cas, it’s adoring anon (that’s a super cute nickname btw so thank youuu). I didn’t think i’d be writing you so soon, but something very very weird just happened so- yeah.

First of all, thank you. I didn’t mean to have you break rules or make you uncomfortable, so sorry if I did.

So I talked to him this morning and it was really nice. I told him that I don’t doubt that I’m straight, and that I know he’s a man, and that sex isn’t very important to me, but it doesn’t bother me what we do or don’t do, i’m happy to figure it out as we go and see what’s comfortable (don’t worry this ask isn’t abt sex). 

So i asked him whether sex was difficult for him, you know, if he hadn’t wanted to do anything cause he was afraid of me finding out he’s trans, or if he doesn’t like to do anything anyway. He told he was psyching himself up to tell me cause he was afraid i’d leave cause people have before (assholes, he’s amazing). 

Then he asked me something. On our third date I mentioned wanting kids. We’re at an age where it was clear neither of us wanted to beat around the bush, we’re looking long term and that needs to be compatible (we were also very romantic though don’t worry). He was a bit weird but said he did after I brought up the fact that i’d always preferred the idea of adopting kids over having kids myself.  

Anyway, he asked me if it was a problem, that he’s trans. I assumed he meant because he can’t get me pregnant. I told him it’s genuinely never appealed to me and I meant it when I said i’d rather adopt, if that was what he’d want too. And he agreed. 

It felt like a weird conversation, like I was already missing a hint. Looking back I think maybe he was asking if I saw this as a long term thing, would it be weird parenting with him since he’s trans? 

Obviously not, i’d always have wanted to teach my kids about all different types of people anyway. Or maybe he meant that adoption might be harder since he’s trans (I don’t know much about it to be honest- adoption). 

Either way, do you think I should bring it back up? To clarify. Or is it fine? It would just be to reassure him, I don’t know if i’d be bringing it back up unnecessarily. Like maybe he didn’t mean that and then it’ll seem like I’m having doubts. 

That’s not why i’m writing though. Something incredibly weird just happened, and I very much need some of your magic advice. 

I met his parents this afternoon, just left an hour or two ago actually. He usually visits them every sunday and now he’s come out to me, he told me he wanted me to meet them. 

When I talked to him, he’d mentioned that he likes to distance himself from the past before he transition, since he struggled a lot and faced a lot of challenges. He basically making sure I knew that he didn’t find it necessary to talk about his childhood much (he said I could talk about mine though cause he loves listening to me ❤️). Anyway, he said he told his mum when he was like 10 or something that he didn’t feel like a girl, I don’t know if that’s early or late tbh, but he said he mum supported him and bought him clothes he preferred and for most of secondary school he was- I don’t know- presenting as man? Transitioned to a man? A boy. I don’t know the terminology sorry.

Anyway, his mum had always been very accepting but his dad, his parents were divorced so he saw him on the weekends, strongly disapproved. 

When he was 17, his mother passed away from cancer. She left him a trust fund in her will, and the money for the top surgery he wanted. He had to move in with his dad, who wasn’t as much of a dick as he used to be, but still didn’t approve of him being trans. 

So he got top surgery at 18, and moved out. They’ve stayed connected over the years and when his dad got married, he went to wedding. His step mum is really really lovely and she basically whacked his dad over the head and told him to be nicer. The dads been pretty accepting ever since and he goes over like every weekend now (he says mainly to see his step mum and step sister though). 

ANYWAY. That’s the info you need to understand to know what the fuck just happened. Because I met said family. And the step mother and sister were lovely. But then I was left alone with his father when they were talking in the kitchen. Here’s what happened.

Dad, “So you do know he’s trans right?”

Me, “Yep.”

Dad, “I’ve met his past girlfriends. They’ve haven’t been good to him. Will you be?”

Me, “I hope to be, I really care about him.”

Dad, “Good. I’m going to tell you what you need to know to survive this relationship okay?”

Me, “Okay?”

Dad, “His name was ******”

Yep. That’s right. His dad told me his- I think it’s called a deadname. I don’t know much about trans people but I do know, especially after him telling me he likes newer people in his life to be distanced from his old one, that that was a bad thing to do.

Not only do I not need to know that. What the fuck has it got to do with anything? But also, that’s one of the things he clearly wouldn’t want me to know. 

Anyway, back to convo. By the way, i’m only not swearing at the dad right now cause I do want his family to like me.

Me, “Why did you tell me that?”

Dad, “They always want to know eventually. Curiosity would get the best of you and you’d ask and he’d get mad and this way I made it all easier.”

Me, “I appreciate you trying but I didn’t need to know that. I also would prefer if you refrained from telling me information about him, in that regard at least. He’ll tell me if he wants to and if not I don’t need to know.”

Dad, “Okay fine. Im just helping. You don’t even need to tell him you know it.”

Then they came back in from the kitchen. He drove me back to my place tonight, and spent the whole drive talking about how nice it was that his dad was nice to me and him and how much better of a person he’s become.

Should I tell him? And if I do, how? I think it’ll crush him. But I don’t feel comfortable keeping it a secret, that I know. Unless it would make it seem like I think it matters. Cause I don’t. Im happy to ignore what he told me cause I don’t care what his name used to be, but then is bringing it up just causing upset cause he’d rather just not talk about it? 

To be clear, I love this guy. I texted my friend and she asked if this deterred me? Cause it’s SO dramatic dating a trans guy? Please, the last boyfriend I brought home, my brother got drunk and kissed him, my dad almost sawed his thumb off and my mum poisoned him (he had an allergy). Family is drama. He’s still alive though, in case you’re wondering.

But I don’t know if this is like inserting myself into their family drama. I don’t know if this will cause drama. Or what type of drama. So… yeah. I’ll take some more advice please? ❤️

Hi again!

Yeah, I probably wouldn't bring it up again (the parenting thing) until it comes up naturally. But when it does, just reassure him that when/if the time comes, you do want kids with him, however works best for you guys.

As far as his parents. Fuck, that's horrible. Yeah, I would definitely tell him. I would start by saying something like, "I know you wanted to keep your younger years separate from your life now, and I totally respect that. But I wanted you to know that you dad shared some things with me. It doesn't change anything, but I wanted to make you aware. Do you want me to give you details, or no?"

That way you're not like "GUESS WHAT I KNOW YOUR DEADNAME." It gives him knowledge but also some space to consent and ask questions. But yeah, don't hide it. That could lead to feelings of betrayal.

You're doing great, hon <3 Let me know how it goes!

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

do u bakugou (pining) would be the type of person to always look for you in photos ? especially at those official school pages where they post activities and such, let's say they posted your class or something 😞

ou I’ve never heard of this before for him but that’s SOO cute omg yes he would !! like let’s say his friends are like showing him pics from outings they went to his Immediately craning that neck trynna get a closer look to see you 😭😭 and if there’s a class picture he’s immediately looking for you before even looking for himself. so he’s for sure only scrolling for pics of you on school socials n stuff, watch him scoff if he doesn’t find you in any too..wastin’ his time n shit 🙄😒

[l3viat8an]

Rooroo did you see Levi has new chat lines on the home screen? He’s so pookie >_<

I DIDNT!!!! Omlshskjsjsh I’ve had his shower card as my homescreen for ages but I changed it just to check and !!!!!!!

+ THERES MORE BUT THESE ARE MY FAVS

ahhhhhh my sweet cringefail boyfriend <333

[feralhoekage]

Panties of the day darling?

🫣🤭

[ansonmountdaily]

Captain Christopher Pike's outfits in STAR TREK: STRANGE NEW WORLDS → Season 1 - 2 (requested by anonymous)

(Young Lieutenant Pike in the field jacket and red operations uniform is from a 1x06 "Lift Us Where Suffering Cannot Reach" deleted scene on the Season 1 dvd. It's a little flashback scene with Pike in a shuttle. It ends with him beaming back to USS Aryabhatta, the ship he served on at the time with Number One/Una.)

Star Trek: Discovery outfits here.

[blindmagdalena]

I know someone's already asked for the voice kink a couple times which I love your writing for those frfr but have you ever considered doing a hand kink prompt for homie? If I'm being real his hands are pretty

18+! 1.4k homelander x reader. finger sucking, vaginal fingering, grinding, dirty talk.

The first time you saw Homelander’s naked hands, the reveal left you feeling scandalized. His fingers are long and lithe, but not spindly. His nails are always clean–one positive thing you can say about those gloves–and nicely manicured into a rounded shape. 

Pronounced veins create sprawling patterns on the backs of them, disappearing into the spaces between his knuckles. His wrists are slender enough to look delicate, but the thrum of power in his touch proves they aren’t.

Suffice to say you’ve been obsessed with them ever since.

“Y’know, it takes real talent to make hand-holding feel perverse,” he says one day, one corner of his mouth arched in a lazy smile.

Days like this are your favorite. You’ve both been awake for hours, but getting out of bed hasn’t crossed your mind once. Not while you’re tucked in against him, his arm around your body, his hand cupped between yours.

His hands have been at the mercy of your reverence for the majority of the morning.

“What’s perverse?” you ask with a laugh, absently sliding your fingertips up and down the space between his fingers, your touch light and slow.

“You are,” he says, smile widening. “Never had my phalanges edged before.”

“I just like your hands, I think they’re beautiful,” you say, pressing your thumb up his palm in slow, firm slides. You move up each finger, feeling tiny knots disperse beneath the pressure like wood crackling in a fire. “And since you insist on hiding them so frequently, I have to take advantage where I can.”

“I do love it when you take advantage of me,” he purrs, his free hand sliding down your hip, gripping the meat of your thigh.

You grin, bringing the tips of his fingers to your lips so that you can kiss each and every one of them, finishing with his thumb.

His gaze drops to watch, fixated on the plushness of your mouth, and how it moves. You wet your lips with a swipe of your tongue that he follows with predator quickness. His rapt attention makes you feel as powerful as he is, all that raw power thrumming in the very hand you hold in yours.

Tentatively, he tugs at your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, eyes never leaving your mouth.

Watching him in turn, you open your mouth and take him into it, teeth scraping over his knuckle. His eyes darken at once, his own lips slightly parted, mirroring you subconsciously.

His thumb, like the rest of his hand, is smooth and without callouses. He tastes clean to a near clinical degree, but there’s a faint salt tang to remind you he’s still human. You trace the veins along the back of his hand before interlacing your fingers with his and squeezing.

With a sly little smile, you bite down just behind his knuckle while pushing your tongue against the pad of his thumb.

Homelander makes a rough noise in the back of his throat, his nails biting dull crescents into your thigh. His throat clicks dryly as he tries and fails to swallow back his hunger.

Pulling off of his thumb with a wet pop, you kiss a trail from his thumb to the divot between it and his index finger, moving leisurely. His skin is growing warmer and warmer against yours, and from where you’re holding his wrist, you feel his pulse quicken.

Particularly when you take his finger into your mouth again, savoring the way it seems to hum against your tongue. 

The feel of him reminds you of the static that would collect on old CRT screens; an invisible force that makes your tongue tingle. Beyond his beauty, he is otherworldly down to the core of his being. Unlike anyone you’ve ever been with.

It’s no wonder you’ve become addicted to him.

“Fuck,” he breathes, enraptured by the sight of you taking him to his last knuckle, your tongue swirling around his finger. 

His hand on your thigh moves and suddenly you’re moving, too. He manhandles you effortlessly onto your opposite side, his finger slipping from your mouth.

He repositions you to put your back to his chest, and with his arm under you, he brings his hand right back to your mouth, coaxing your lips open with his fingers.

Naturally, you greedily swallow down two of them without hesitation.

He groans softly at your ear, kissing the sensitive spot just behind it. Meanwhile his other hand moves down your side, down your belly, slipping into the space between your thighs.

“So warm,” he murmurs, and you’re not sure if he means your mouth or your cunt, his fingers toying with your clit, but you don’t care. You shiver, letting out a quiet moan of your own against his fingers. “So soft.”

You start to match his strokes, drawing back to lick at just the tip of his middle finger the same way he’s teasing your clit.

He catches on quickly, pushing his fingers further back to massage your cunt, only to suddenly pull them away.

You protest with a sharp little nip, but he doesn’t stay gone for long. You hear him suck his own fingers into his mouth–a mental image that by itself makes your pussy throb–and all at once his fingers are back upon you, wet and pushing in.

You moan, pulling his hand to take his fingers deeper into your mouth, tongue pushing between them. The feel of him is absolutely unreal, and everything you enjoy about him on your tongue and your lips is amplified tenfold when he’s sinking into your cunt.

With his fingers buried inside you, he presses you firmly back into him and grinds his cock against the curve of your ass, already hard.

You purposefully arch back into him, hollowing your cheeks sucking on his fingers, bobbing your head in time with his fingers pushing in and out of your pussy.

It feels like heaven to have both of his hands inside you, fucking you, pinning you against his chest where you can feel the tension of his restraint, of his power.

With a rough little gasp you pull off of his two fingers only to take three instead. To your delight, he takes the hint and adds a third between your legs, the aching stretch so good it makes your thighs quiver and clench.

“Fffuck,” he grits out, matching his own pace with how he grinds against your ass, smearing wetness from his leaking tip. 

You can feel how close he is by the faint tremble of his hand, how he’s holding himself back. 

Not to be outdone, he angles his thumb to work your clit, the shock of sensation causing you to bite down on his fingers suddenly.

It makes him moan.

“That’s it, bite down hard, sweetheart. Lemme feel how bad you want it,” he says, the dam officially broken. “You know you can’t hurt me, don’t you? So do it, bite all you want. You like my fingers so much, you’re gonna cum spitroasted on them.”

It works. His words push you over the edge you’d been teetering on, plummeting you down into a surge of pleasure that washes over your entire body, that makes your breath halt and your jaw clench.

While your release is a silent and internal thing, Homelander’s is not.

He growls in your ear, mercilessly fucking you with his fingers through the quakes of your orgasm. He’s murmuring filth and desire and need until he’s choking on the words, gasping his pleasure as he comes against you, a wash of white hot deliciously searing your ass and lower back.

By the end of it you’re both panting, bodies slack against the bed, his hand splayed on the pillow next to your head, his fingers still buried in your quivering cunt.

With what strength you can muster, you slip your hand into his, interlacing your fingers and squeezing. He returns the gesture, stroking your hand with his thumb while he recovers.

“S’mazing…” you slur, tongue and body blissfully loose.

He peppers soft kisses along your neck, nuzzling against you. “Told you it was perverse.”

“You made it sexual.”

“You complaining?”

You don’t respond.

“That’s what I thought,” he says, his smile audible in each word.

Staring at your hands interlaced on the pillow, you smile, too.

They look beautiful together.

“I love you.”

He squeezes your hand. “And I love you.”

[whaliiwatching]

Bet upon meeting noir hobie flickers into black and white newspaper cut-outs briefly to mimic noir and both of them get blushy about it

tall dark and handsome?? he don’t stand a chance

plus an earlier draft i still think looks nice