#and I’m gonna have to explain the trans thing to them. like that’s gonna make things easier

[whatareyoudoingwithamaserati]

Hate being disabled. Have a drs appointment today with a new doctor and I’ve spent the past four hours borderline catatonic from medical trauma even though I don’t have to go in for another three hours. I’m just so fucking tired

[flippinpancakes64]

Hey i don’t know if you are still taking requests for your twilight stuff but if love to see how the cullen’s would react to a trans woman partner

The Cullens with a Transfem! Partner

I am not a trans woman, I’m cis but I do have trans friends so maybe this will be accurate? Hopefully?

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

Now I don’t want to immediately say that he’s transphobic

But he is the one who’s sort of the most stuck in the past

He’s confused by anything to do with the LGBT community

So you’re gonna have to break it down for him

He may not understand fully, but that’s okay

If he loves you, he loves YOU

And by reading your mind, he can see that there really is that sort of disconnect between you and your body

So even if he doesn’t quite get it, he accepts it

And that means he will go to bat for you any day of the week

He never really cared what people thought about him anyway

He doesn’t care about the social implications

He’s a Cullen

And a vampire

So of course if someone is picking on you in school or out in the world he will put them in their place

Alice:

She’s much more up to date with current things

She knows all about the LGBT

And is fully an ally

Completely understanding and supportive

She will do your hair, dress you up, anything to make you feel more affirmed

Again, she will put anyone willing to mess with you in their place

Absolute no tolerance policy

And she absolutely has no cares at all about the fact that you’re trans

To her, you are just like any other human

And she is always down to help you with hair or makeup or clothes or anything

Jasper:

Now he’s also old fashioned

But he’s much more open minded

He doesn’t really care much what anyone wants to do with their life

Tbh he probably wouldn’t notice at first

And if he ever had any doubts about you or your identity, that’s quickly squashed when he reads your feelings

Every time you get misgendered or get gender dysmorphia, he can feel how sad you get

So maybe he gives you a little boost from time to time

That’s his business

For him to know and you to preferably not find out

He won’t be as verbal when it comes to defending you

He’s a quiet guy

But he will always comfort you the best he can

Rosalie:

You’re gonna have to break it down

She comes from a time period where people were pretty judgemental

Not to mention she was part of the upper part of society

So she might have a bit of internalized stuff going on

Just break it down for her and explain your mind and she’ll get it

After learning everything and doing her own research, she is your ride or die

Will not hesitate to smack someone who talks bad about you

And of course, she will do your hair whenever you ask

Even if you don’t ask

Emmett:

Honestly

He didn’t notice

You could be the best passing trans person or the worst and he wouldn’t notice

It doesn’t help that when you explain it to him he just kinda

Looks at you

Blankly

He doesn’t know what that means

You can explain all you want, but I doubt he’ll really grasp it

Regardless, he loves you

You could be a worm and he wouldn’t think any different of you or treat you any different

And again, he will beat up anyone who dares to say smthn to you

And he’ll always be there to give the best cuddles whenever you want them

Esme:

Another one who doesn’t really get it

But she’s not judgemental

She needs a bit of explanation and then she’s on board

She takes you with her to the salon when she goes for hair appointments

And date night consist of painting nails and going on shopping sprees

(With Carlisle’s money of course)

She’s not the confrontational type

So she won’t tell off anyone who makes fun of you

But she’s a great comforter

Carlisle:

He’s around people all the time

So he knows pretty much everything that’s going on in the modern world

And he’s well aware of the LGBT

And of course he’s an ally

If you want any surgery or hormones or anything

He’s your guy

Free of charge

He would do anything to make you more comfortable in your skin

And again

He’s a great person to vent to or to get advice from

Vampire! Bella:

She’s the most modern out of all of them

But that doesn’t mean she’s the most progressive

She’s from the early 2000s

So… yeah

She’ll need some time to come to terms with it and understand

But if she truly loves you, she’ll get over it

She’s super curious and will ask you a bunch of questions

And she won’t hesitate to beat someone up

You’re in good hands

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

reading update: january 2025

I'm a bit behind on getting this posted, so I'm gonna do it quick and dirty. this is not the most elaborate reading round-up I'm ever going to do, and that's okay!!! january has gotten off to a weird, uneven start in terms of reading, and that is what it is!

The Extinction of Irena Rey (Jennifer Croft, 2024) - this book is great for anyone who likes dark academia but wants to see what those students will be like when they’re adults who have to get by outside of college. in this case, they become translators for an enigmatic woman who makes them gather in a remote Polish forest and then disappears. pure vibes all the way down; truly things just happen in this book. the gimmick of the novel itself being a work by one of the characters, told from her perspective, and then translated by another character that the narrator despises, is soooo rich and interesting, and I deeply wish it had been used much more extensively.

Darknesses (Lachelle Seville, 2022) - is this book good? I couldn’t possibly say. it was very fun to read on vacation with like 12% of my brain operating. the best way I can possible explain it is that by the time the book is over it feels like Seville is running one of those old ask blogs where artists would have their blorbos and their OCs answer questions and hang out and stuff. do you know the kind I’m talking about? it’s like that, it’s dissociative identity disorder Dracula and the descendants of the human Dracula characters and Norse mythology werewolves and a vampire bunny and a dragon and Satan who’s a teenage girl with pink hair and they’re all hanging out in New York City. don’t think too hard about it. 

Become Your Own Matchmaker: 8 Easy Steps to Attracting Your Perfect Mate (Patti Stanger with Lisa Johnson Mandell, 2009) - I’m not proud of this and I can’t really justify it except that my housemates and I have gotten really into watching old episodes of Patti Stanger’s terrible TV show, Millionaire Matchmaker. the show is atrocious and so is the book but in my defense it’s extremely funny.

Queen Takes Rose (Katee Robert, 2020) - guys I can’t stand Katee Robert. I really can’t. I thought it was going to be fun but god this just sucked.

Adam & Evie's Matchmaking Tour (Nora Nguyen, 2024) - after that last one I really needed a good, normal romance novel to get me back on track, and this delivered! I don’t think it’s going to be one of my all-time faves, but the characters are lovably realistic losers and I was really rooting for them—especially Evie, who feels like a messy bitch I would love to hang out with. plus the setting, a romping tour across the sights of Vietnam, was so fun and I’m always willing to award points to a romance novel that supports telling your awful to fuck off right to hell!

Mystery Lights (Lena Valencia, 2024) - here’s the thing. every short story in this collection is a well written, coherent short story. thematically there are really clear throughlines; you’ll get a lot of mileage out of this if you like middle aged women who have complicated relationships with their daughters between the ages of 13 and 23. I really wanted to like this! and yet, I feel like this collection just isn’t going to stick with me very well. there are some cool concepts and ideas (there’s a creepy story involving a little girl who disappears into some underground caves and comes back Weird that actually spooked me pretty good) but overall I feel like it’s just not going to stick with me :/

Is Love the Answer? (Uta Isaki, 2021; trans. Sawa Matsueda Savage, 2023) - huge thanks to the person who sent me an ask to recommend this manga! it’s a very quick, sweet read about a university student coming into her aroace identity with the help of a circle of newfound friends supporting her along the way. I really liked the way it delves into the way anxiety can have you second-guessing and overthinking your sense of self even after embracing an identity. this was my Heartstopper (I say, without having ever read Heartstopper).

The Last Report on the Miracles at Little No Horse (Louise Erdrich, 2001) - I picked this up at Erdrich’s bookstore, Birchbark Books & Native Arts, last summer while I was briefly in Minneapolis, on recommendation by an employee at the store. I was initially hesitant about the novel’s focus on spirituality and religion, given that it follows a Catholic priest working on an Ojibwe reservation throughout the 20th century, but man, this was an incredible introduction to Erdrich’s work. Father Damian Modeste is an incredible character and one of my favorite depictions I’ve ever seen of a woman living long-term in disguise as a man, and how the line between those identities blurred. there’s a scene I don’t think I’ll ever forget, in which Modeste is asked, essentially, “Are you a man or a woman?” and answers firmly “I’m a priest.” and all the while, despite the fact that he’s supposed to be an agent of colonization and the destruction of indigenous culture, more than anything he is changed by the Ojibwe people he works with. it’s a surprising, elegant book, and I was shaken to find myself crying at the end. 

A Magical Girl Retires (Park Seolyeon, 2022; trans. Anton Hur 2024) - this book is a short, rapid-fire read that’s a dry, funny take on the magical girl genre. our protagonist starts the book so mired in credit card debt that she’s considering jumping off a bridge when she’s summoned to be a magical girl, and things will only get weirder for her from there as Korea’s magical girl union recruits her to help them combat climate change. a fun read, easy to polish off in a single sitting at less than 200 pages.

salt slow (Julia Armfield, 2019) -now THIS was the short story collection I was waiting for! it reminded me so much of why I loved Armfield’s novel Our Wives Under the Sea. she has another new novel out this year and I’m really looking forward to reading that as well! she has an incredible way with love and melancholy.

[zith-ipeth]

DOG DAYS DIARY: casual species affirmation

What’s up wizard beasts of the world

Today was a really good one! We went glass blowing with the family and it rocked! I made this super cool looking glass in the trans colors. My partner came with us and it was so nice, I love them a lot, even if that love is complicated.

They don’t talk much about my animality, the know about it, but today I was laying on the floor making my noises (this is common place) and they looked at my mom and went “I think something’s wrong with my dog…” and it made me so so so happy!

The front we headaches are hitting as I’m writing this. Usually this means Clover wants out, I might give her some time tonight, I’m trying to not let her play too close to front around my partner, just cuase, well

I explained, the whole plural thing, and they are possibly the only person who truly complicates my understanding by intersecting it so neatly with leftism and biology it’s so fucking cool. But they fell in love with Zith, not Clover, and that’s been hard to sort of, idk explain. I’ve yet to actually explain it to her, clover, fully. I know she’s gonna be upset.

I’ve been really vibing with the way our body looked today! Turns out I have back-rolls and that’s like, kinda awesome! Also I got to wear my gear, minus the ears, so that was super cool!

All in all, super good day! I’m back to regular posting, and this is your reminder…

You live in the future, make it YOUR future. Live true, friends

Run fast, bite hard, bark loud

Peace, love, and gratitude

-Zith Ipeth

//Clover Brooks//

[velvetvexations]

This is probably a Charlie Day Pepe Silvia ass take but do you ever feel. Like every southerner in the transandrophobia conversation has really valuable insight. That others really seem to take for granted/be totally disbelieving of?

I can’t quite put it into words, but it always makes me wonder how much of this ridiculous argument stems from just… living in a place where they’re allowed to take up space without being instantly vaporized by space lasers. Like yeah, maybe you Did acquire some male privilege after you transitioned into a white guy while living in Portland, Oregon. Weird flex but okay. I’m not (impersonal) you and I’m not gonna explain to you your own personal relationship to The Gender. But I DO personally know what things are like for trans people here, especially tpoc, and it’s wilddd to be posting shit with your (Impersonal You😭) whole chest about how you just flat-out do not believe transmascs when they speak on their experiences with transandrophobia when they don’t fit your personal narrative??

Idk I hope this doesn’t sound spiteful towards my siblings outside the south, love them forever. Trying not to be The Hateful Appalachian but its so hard sometimes lmfaoo and idk why but I find it raising my hackles more and more often lately.

There is definitely a strong element of personal circumstances shaping your view on the issue and people in much more fortunate circumstances than many others concluding their experiences are universal. I'd say it even varies in more fortunate areas, too, although by a probably less extreme margin. I just don't buy that it's a given that even in a more liberal area everyone will induct a trans man into The Patriarchy as though Not Upholding The Patriarchy does not generally come before dealing with transphobic biases. It can, but they have to be some especially weird individuals.

[sstormyskyess]

A New Dynamic

author's note: so. this is my first a/b/o fic and uhh i've managed to make it trans! basically in my a/b/o universe people can switch their secondary gender with hormone therapy, just like with trans people and HRT irl, and reader in this fic transitioned from omega to alpha [idk if i explained that perfectly but! please enjoy and also feedback would be nice since i'm new to writing a/b/o]

cw: a/b/o dynamics, smut, male alpha reader, omega gaz, masturbation [from both reader and gaz], general awkwardness because they're exes, knotting

word count: 3500+ [i think this is my longest one shot i've written. uhh may have gotten carried away woops]

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick / M!Reader

“Kyle!” You run up to him with a big grin on your face, pulling him into a hug which he graciously accepts. You bury your face into his shoulder and he does the same, his hands holding onto your shirt as though you might fade away if he lets go.

It’s been almost five years since you last saw your best friend from secondary school and your lover up until he left for enlistment. To say you missed him would be an understatement. You’ve kept in touch with one another through letters and the occasional call here and there, but obviously nothing could compare to being face to face again.

All the way home, your hand is on his thigh and you tell him all about what’s been happening in your life recently. A new promotion at work, shenanigans during a fun night out with friends—friends who Kyle would have to say hello to as well—and some new hobbies you’ve picked up. He shared his own stories, though some of the details had to be axed because of their classified status. You were particularly caught off-guard by him recounting the time he fell out of a helicopter and nearly broke his spine, but that was neither here nor there. At least in his eyes.

Once you pull into the driveway and help him carry all his bags inside, he takes notice of something… interesting.  “Are you seeing someone right now, mate?” He asks with a tilt of his head.

You look at him, confused for a good few moments. “...No? Why?” He stares back at you, almost as if he didn’t believe you. “Is something up?”

It just doesn’t add up in his head. If you weren’t in a relationship with someone, then why did your house smell so distinctly of alpha? When he thought about it further, he did think something was off at the train station as well. He must’ve been distracted by his joy seeing you after so long, but thinking back on it, you had an alpha’s scent all over you. He must realize that he was looking at you as if you’d grown a third arm so he quickly shakes his head to recover from his stupor.

“You okay, Kyle?” You raise an eyebrow, equally confused as he is. Why would he assume you’re dating someone? That’s certainly something you would’ve told him before letting him stay at your place. It would be fairly awkward to have two omegas under one roof with you, especially when one of them was in a relationship with you and the other wasn’t. There was a definite possibility of… jealousy sprouting up.

“I’m gonna take my bags upstairs, just uh—gimme a sec.” He says quickly, picking up his stuff and heading up to the guest room he’s staying in for the next month. You stare after him, still left a little confused. You figure you can bring it up later. Maybe he was tired from jet lag or something. You check the time, your eyes widening a bit when you realize you missed your hormone injection, going upstairs to your bathroom and getting all your things ready.

By the time the sun set and you both had finished dinner, Kyle is still trying to rationalize what could possibly be the explanation behind the alpha scent wafting around the room and teasing his olfactory glands. It was almost making his head hurt with how enticing it was.

To be honest, you’re not faring any better. His scent never triggered anything in you when you were an omega, but now he just smells so sweet. You hope you’re doing a decent job of hiding the shuffling you’re doing to try and relieve some of the tension growing in your boxers. It would most definitely throw things off to get all riled up for someone you broke up with years ago. It was amicable between the both of you, of course, but it’s been so long since either of you had contact with each other.

You dwell on it a bit more all while trying to keep your attention on whatever TV show it was that he put on. Every time he tried to get more comfortable, though, he either squished your legs closer together or brushed up every so slightly against the bulge in your pants. You start to wonder if he knows what he’s doing. He had to, right? He couldn’t be doing this by accident.

Swallowing past the lump in your throat, you struggle ignoring the way your cock twitches in your sweatpants when he mutters something about how your couch is too lumpy and needs to be replaced before readjusting his legs and hips. His motions press your legs together and a shiver goes up your spine when the cloth of your boxers rubs up against your erection. You groan quietly and clear your throat when Kyle shoots a look your way. “You alright, mate?” He asks all too innocently.

You reach over to the end table to grab your glass of water with shaky hands, taking a long sip from it. “I’m fine.” Your voice is strained when you speak and you quickly set the glass back down before pulling a blanket over your lap as nonchalantly as you can manage.

You stare forward with unfocused eyes before you finally stand up, the intoxicating scent of sandalwood and vanilla permeating around the living room too much to handle. “I’ll—I’ll be right back.” You eke out, going to the downstairs bathroom in a hurry. You don’t see the concern on his face before you’re shutting the door and releasing a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding.

The moment you have your back against the cool tile on the walls, you’re doing everything you can to stave off what you can feel building up against your will. This couldn’t be happening, not now. You couldn’t be going into rut the very day your best friend was finally seeing you again after all this time. You palm at the bulge in your sweatpants, groaning as quietly as you can and tilting your head back against the wall.

Cursing under your breath, you begrudgingly yet desperately yank your pants and underwear down and take hold of your hard cock. You try taking deep breaths to stop yourself from losing yourself to the pleasure. It was so amplified by the remnants of Kyle’s scent that had seeped into your shirt just from him sitting next to him. It’s so much more powerful than it was earlier in the day, so you know your rut is coming.

You’re in there for a few more minutes than would’ve been normal, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care when your cum spills all over your fist. It covers your fingers and your softening cock and deflating knot when you give yourself a few more pumps to ride out your orgasm. But it wasn’t enough. You regretfully give in to the fact you would have to turn in early for the night.

After washing your hand off in the sink, you head back to the living room and look at Kyle, who was on his phone, scrolling mindlessly. “Uh, Kyle? I’m gonna head to bed, I’m super tired.”

He sits up and turns to you, tilting his head. “Are you okay? What’s up?” He stands up and starts walking over to you until you put your hands up defensively. “Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine, I think I might be sick. I don’t wanna get you sick too, so I’m just going to bed.” You stumble through your weak excuse, voice cracking a bit when you neared the end of your sentence. You stare at each other for a few more moments before you turn away and rush up the stairs, closing your door a little more forcefully than you would’ve liked.

A couple hours pass and you’ve nearly pushed yourself to the brink of fainting with how many times you’ve brought yourself to orgasm. You’re glad that you had enough foresight to put a towel down before falling down the rabbit hole; if you hadn’t you would have to change your sheets before you went to sleep with how much cum you’ve expended.

Your chest heaves and sweat drips down your forehead. You’ve long since gotten rid of your clothes, now laid bare in the center of your bed. One thing you found after you transitioned from omega to alpha was that your ruts were much more intense than a natural alpha’s was. Your doctor told you it was something about the remnants of your omega biology making your ruts closer to heats.

The knot at the base of your cock was aching with how thick it’s gotten. The amount of blood rushing down there was making you lightheaded, but you just couldn’t stop. Your body won’t let you stop, you need to keep going. You feel like you might collapse in on yourself if you stopped for even a second.

But the muscles in your arm are tiring by the minute and your hand is starting to give out on you. Even thrusting up into your fist isn’t working because your fingers are cramping up from how hard you were squeezing your dick. You swallow thickly, already getting dehydrated, but you’d rather die than make a fool of yourself trying to stumble to the kitchen to get water—plus, Kyle didn’t need to know you went into a rut because of him. So, through all the brain fog, you remind yourself to listen for Kyle in his room to get you an opportunity to get a much needed glass of water.

You’ve long since given up on trying to stay quiet, deciding to forgo suppressing your wanton moans and desperate whines. Every now and then, shame builds up in your gut because Kyle’s name passes your lips, pleading for him despite the knowledge you shouldn’t want him so bad. But you want him anyway, and it almost made you feel too guilty to keep going. Almost.

Little did you know, Kyle’s in the guest room separated by just one wall, and he can hear everything. Every groan and huff and grunt. Every call of his name. And he has his hand in his pants, stroking himself with the same guilt that you’re feeling. He twisted his hand around his cock languidly, his palm closing around the tip with every few strokes.

When he walked past your room on the way to his earlier that night, he got the strongest whiff of your musk that he’d ever gotten, even when the two of you were in a relationship so many years ago. It all finally clicked in his mind at that moment.

He’s heard about people replacing their designation a couple times before, but he never expected you to be one of those people. Through his entire time knowing you, you never expressed any interest in that kind of thing. But quite honestly, he doesn’t care. All he knows is that you were going through a rut and God, did he want to be there to help you.

After he recovers from a couple quick orgasms and cleans up the mess as best he could, he gets up and deliberates for a bit. He could offer you some assistance, but imagine the consequences. He would never be able to live it down if he asked to help you with your rut and you turned him away point blank. The embarrassment would be too much. He sighs and gets himself together to at the very least get you some water.

He knocks on your door with a glass of water in hand a couple minutes later and hears you stumble off your bed with a harsh thud. “J-Just a sec!” You call out to him, trying to pull on a pair of sweatpants as fast as possible after wiping your sticky hand off on the towel.

When you open your door, your skin is practically dripping with sweat and your limbs are shaking just a bit. “Sorry, just, uh—tripped. Y’caught me off guard,” is what you’re able to muster up, but not without a voice crack in the middle. “What did you need?”

He looks almost as embarrassed as you do, with his eyes darting everywhere but you. “Um… I just thought I’d bring you some water.” He offers the glass to you and you take it, knowing at that moment that he’s heard everything you’ve been doing. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip nervously and you clear your throat, trying to stave off that ever-present feeling of guilt that settled in your stomach from the moment you got into bed. “Thanks. I appreciate it.” You mumble, looking at the floor.

The silence is awkward while you stand there in front of each other. You desperately urge the floor to swallow you whole to avoid the question you know he’s going to ask you, but instead you settle for broaching the subject yourself.

“Can you help me with—”

“Do you want me to help—”

You end up cutting each other off and you internally curse whatever higher power put you in this situation. They had to be out to get you at this point.

You shift from one foot to the other uncomfortably. Through all of this tension, your throbbing boner still hadn’t gone away. In fact, it was actually getting worse with Kyle standing barely a foot away from you, forcing his tantalizing scent to fill your nostrils and sending wave after devastating wave of desire through your body and straight to your cock.

He sees your fingers clinging to the door frame where you were holding it to keep yourself upright, the veins in your hand springing to the surface with how tightly you were grasping it. He puts a hand on your still bare chest, making your hairs stand on end from the skin on skin contact. “Here, just—go lay down, okay? You can barely stand, c’mon…” He takes the water from your hand and carefully herds you over to the bed, letting you collapse on it.

He could smell the sex in here; it was overpowering, making his pupils dilate and his mouth water. You pant with little huffs of breath looking up at him with glassy eyes filled with unbridled lust. “Kyle—fuck, please let me fuck you, please,” you groan.

He snaps out of the trance he got locked into from watching you slip your sweats down to let your cock spring free and land, heavy and dripping, onto your stomach. You reach for the waistband of his shorts, tugging on them. He gets the hint and pulls his shirt and bottoms off before climbing onto the bed and sitting on his knees.

You shakily roll over and wrap your arms around him from behind. You lean over him, urging him on all fours. He gasps when he feels your swollen, rock hard cock slide against his slick, wet asshole. Memories of how well you fill him come flooding back as though it was yesterday, sending a shiver down his spine. He mumbles your name and glances back at you when he notices you’ve gone rigid behind him. “Are you okay—”

He yelps when you spear him on your cock all of a sudden, sinking all the way to the hilt. You let out a deep, long moan at the feeling of his hole stretching to make room for you. “Shit—Kyle…” You drag out his name, burying your face in the space between his shoulder blades. “You feel so good, so so good,” you babble on, halfway incoherent with his name on your lips over and over.

Kyle reaches back and rests his hand on your shoulder, trailing it up to pet along the back of your neck and eliciting a pleased grumble in the pits of your chest. You rock your hips back and forth ever so slightly, working him open to make room for your dick for a while. He moans at the way one of the ridges of your cock rubs against his prostate over and over.

When you felt he was ready for you, you start to thrust into him properly, pulling out almost to the tip and then right back in slowly. “Y’feel good, love,” he says, a small quake in his voice and a small smile on his face.

Your lips connect to his neck, nibbling and sucking on his skin roughly, wanting to leave bruises that would last for a good while. You needed to make him yours. He accepts every mark you leave along his neck and shoulders, his smile growing the longer your cock dragged along his walls. You luckily managed to keep teeth away from where you last left your mark on him, narrowly avoiding the sensitive patch of skin.

You start to groan quietly, body shaking from the way you’re tensing your muscles and holding back. He takes notice of your reluctance and looks back at you, concerned. “What’s wrong?” He asks and you whine, your fingers starting to dig into the meat of his stomach where your arms were wrapped around him. “D-Don’t want… to hurt you, Kyle,” you pant, voice breathy. “Not gonna be able to stop myself…”

“You’re not gonna hurt me, love. Don’t hold back, it’s okay,” he reassures you with a soft voice, his tone releasing the tension in your body.

His words renewed the overwhelming desperation clouding your mind. You clench your teeth and, with a deep, rumbling growl, you speed up your pace and your thrusts become rough, merciless. He tosses his head back in surprise and moans your name sharply. The power of your hips slamming into him ends up pushing him face down and ass up, his face getting buried in the sheets.

His moans get chopped up in time with each time you pump your cock into his hole, his whole body getting jostled forward from the force you’re exerting. Goosebumps rise on his skin as your groans reverberate through your chest into his back and your shaft twitches against his walls, all the sensations overwhelming him. To ground himself, he lifts one of his arms up from where it had been laying uselessly by his side and reaches behind him to grab your shoulder.

Kyle feels his orgasm sneak up on him, having gotten lost in the pleasure of being with you again, but in so many new ways. “Shit, love—fuck—I want your knot baby, please,” he cries, tossing his head back. He never imagined he would be asking you for such a thing; you’ve had sex with each other many, many times before, but never like this. This was something else entirely, and it felt so, so good.

You groan in response to his words. You’ve never heard him so desperate before, and it fills you with a deep sense of confidence. It’s not as though you haven’t slept with anyone since splitting with Kyle, but something about him begging for you sent you into a frenzy.

He yelps at the sudden change in pace. You unintentionally forced him down into a prone bone position, your full weight on top of him and your arms pulling him into every thrust. Your teeth latch onto the back of his neck and scruff him with a growl. You vaguely register that you’re trying to say something despite your mouth being occupied, but you can’t find it in yourself to stop, no matter how embarrassing it might be later.

He shivers at the feeling of your saliva dripping down his neck and seeping into the bedsheets, joining the pool of his own drool where his mouth was hanging open from pure ecstasy. Your cock was hitting the perfect angle in this position, flat on his stomach and his legs pinned between your knees. With you on top of him it was easier to feel your swelling knot catching on the rim of his wet asshole. He slowly joins you in your mindless babbling, begging and pleading for you to give him that sweet release.

“I-I missed you so much, love, oh God—please, want you to fill me up, please, please, please—!” He wails when he cums, his spend getting caught under his body and wetting the sheets along with a wave of slick gushing out of his hole past your dick. It was the most intense orgasm he’s had in ages, all because of you.

The clutch of his walls fluttering around you makes you finally let go of his neck and throw your head back with a sharp groan. “Fuck—fuck!” You hiss, squeezing him tighter in your arms and shoving your knot into his tight, wet heat. Your cum floods his hole, filling him up to the brim. He sobs at the warm feeling. It felt so different with your knot added to the mix, stretching him wide.

You relax on top of him, with a heavy sigh, taking hold of him and rolling you both on your sides to spoon him and hold him close. You nuzzle your face in his neck, already rocking your hips into him again needily. It was gonna be a long night, he thinks to himself while running his hands up and down your forearms where they lay against his stomach.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[covesdadappreciation]

[Going through basically every step] Renee Murray x FTM Reader

Fluff

I always refer to Renee and [Name] as their current pronouns and will only refer to them as their former terms when referring to something they said when they were younger/at the age they used those terms. 

Heads up, Writing this is confusing for me because the OL’s school grade system is vague for my understanding, so the timeline might be confusing or it’s just me…

[Name] and Renee.

The two most fucking oblivious people in the whole world.

Even Tamarack noticed. 

Renee and [Name] have been the closest of friends since elementary school. 

Sure, not at the very beginning when they met considering that [Name] was born female and only realized he was trans in High school. Renee, back in the 5th grade when she’d met [Name], wasn’t a huge fan of girls. She thought that girls were a distraction, envy covered with disinterest in anyone who identified as a girl and some internalized misogyny perchance. 

It only took a couple weeks for Renee to finally get used to [Name]’s attempts in starting their friendship, and I mean it took effort. Renee’s stubborn, no doubts about it. So when they met [Name], all she could think was ‘what a dumb girl. I’m never going to be friends with her!’ and made it their mission. 

Unsurprisingly, [Name] can also be stubborn with a mission. 

He made origami animals, brought a handful of nature from Tamarack’s backyard, and post-it notes to put in an envelope. Then it would be safely secured in [Name]’s bag until Renee would visit her mom’s classroom or when the group would hang out to be delivered into Renee’s hands. 

And for 3 weeks, this went on and on until Qiu convinced Renee to at least try being friends, which somehow worked. 

[Name] took the illusory award of Renee’s friendship with pride, making sure to enjoy every aspect. [Name] had invited her to his house countless times, had figured out every single little thing that Renee enjoys or hates based on observation (because god forbid Renee ever talk about her feelings), made gifts for her, and visited her class whenever possible as the years passed on. In return, Renee gradually began to return those actions, and more. Inside jokes, getting each other food, leaning on each other both physically and emotionally, and always being protective of one another. 

So imagine Renee’s horror when [Name] was starting to “haunt” her mind. [Name] was suddenly the person that Renee imagined being roomies with, wanting to hang out with him constantly, occasionally getting jealous if anyone ever tried to get as close as she and [Name] are.

“I can’t like her!”  She had complained, “She’s… her.” Renee didn’t want to lose her best friend. The one person who she understood and cared for the most, more than she did for Qiu. Hell, anyone else should’ve been her crush, but [Name]? This was going to fucking hurt if this goes wrong. So Renee made a promise to herself that this growing realization was never leaving the mind palace. This is gonna be a pain.

Little did she know that [Name] was juggling those same thoughts as well… just… differently. 

“They’re never going to like me! I’m going to have to explain so much. What if they don’t like me? What if my transition changes things?” [Name] doubted, “and then what? We just, what, go on dates? Or would we stay only friends? No one’s prepared me for this!”

So baby steps.

[Name] came out to Renee, Tamarack, and Qiu on bowling night that [Name] forced them on.

“I’m trans.” He states simply as he came back from a roll.

“You missed.” “Congrats!” “What?” The trio all said in a jumbled mess. [Name]’s eyes were mainly stuck on Renee’s reaction, noticing how her look turned soft. No judgment, no bitter or distant look… more so a sense of pride and ease. [Name] sat back down next to Renee while it was Qiu’s turn, getting a firm comforting side hug from Renee. 

She’s the prettiest person [Name] had ever seen.

And [Name] was the most handsome person Renee had ever seen.

Two years later, on Renee’s birthday, [Name] was the last person to stay for the party. The both of them sitting on Renee’s front porch, a smoky feel to the autumn air, faint smell of cinnamon coming from the Murray household. Renee paused for a moment, opening and closing her mouth, trying to find the right words for something. 

“How’d you figure out your whole… trans thing?” Renee asks softly, the words barely wanting to escape her. 

“Oh- uhm” [Name] straightens his back, furrowing his brows to think.

Renee catches how sudden the question is, groaning into their hands before muttering out a quick “Sorry, sorry. You don’t have to answer- and maybe wrongly worded, I just… you’re the only one I could imagine asking this to, so…”

“It’s okay, it’s okay, Renee! Let me think” [Name] reassures, looking away before explaining every thought and personal feeling that they felt safe to share with Renee. A small gut feeling in [Name] knew there was a reason she had asked, but he knew it wasn’t his place to prod. Even if there was a cautious approach to her voice that probably said it all in hindsight. All [Name] knew was that he had to give her space and a chance to open up if necessary.

“--So yeah. That’s when I decided I had to tell you guys.” [Name] shrugged, looking back at Renee. 

A small moment of silence followed afterwards, uncertainty painting Renee’s face. It almost made [Name] wonder if he said something wrong until he felt Renee place her head on his shoulder. 

“...Thank you for telling me” she exhaled sharply, her upper body going slightly limp as to try and relax herself.

Renee was the kindest soul that [Name] had ever met.

And [Name] was the most patient boy Renee had ever met. 

Once in their 20s, high school over with and their futures now fully in their own hands, the dating rumors were finally over with. Sure, Qiu and Tamarack were the main instigators, but it was surely not because they saw something that Renee and [Name] refused to see!

So what if Renee finally came out and the first person they told was [Name] and they both went out to celebrate at the diner? So what if Renee and [Name] were making plans to room together in an apartment? So what if [Name] bakes sweets for Renee, and Renee cooks for [Name]? And what if Renee and [Name] are each other’s closest “oh-so-definitely platonic soulmates”?

It isn’t like Renee had told Qiu about her crush, nor did [Name] tell Tamarack…

Definitely not.

No.

Never. 

It’s not like Qiu and Tamarack connected the dots in middle school and have tried everything in their power to get the two of them to finally just get together. 

—

“You have to tell her” Tamarack huffed, messaging her forehead, “She totally likes you!”

“It’s going to eat me alive if she rejects me! What if we stop being friends?” [Name] whined.

“What if you guys end up getting together and having the most loving relationship for the rest of your lives?” Tamarack exclaimed.

—

“How would I even start? Just go up and say ‘I’ve had a crush on you since we were in middle school! Surprise!’” Renee ran a hand through her hair and tugged lightly, 

“Yes!” Qiu yelled out, “That’s almost perfect!” 

—

“I can’t fuck this up, Tammy” [Name] sighed

“Then don’t. Go up to her.”

—

Imagine me this. It’s a Sunday night in Golden Grove’s park after dinner at a restaurant. Two people with one single goal in mind. Confess their fucking hearts out. Both of them unusually dressed up more formal than normal, fidgeting hands, nervous glances and laughter, but the comfortableness between two people who have known each other for years makes it bearable. 

These love dorks were [Name] and Renee. 

The only ones sitting on a bench, sitting in odd positions but deeming it comfortable somehow, (though it may be the reason they have back problems) and on the verge of exploding over how terrifying and exciting this is. 

“Renee-” “[Name]” They start

“Shit, sorry. Go ahead” [Name] bowed his head slightly. Renee cleared her throat, “Right, so… I think that you should know that I think your presence is great.”

“That’s good to know” [Name] chuckles,

“...Would you say you feel about the same?”

“I would die for you” [Name] states seriously at first, blank face before smiling to make sure that it was a lighthearted comment (but he probably would,) “But yeah, of course I enjoy your presence. We’ve been partners in crime for… basically our entire lives”

“Right right-”

“And you know, we might as well be together for the rest of our lives because we’re gonna live together, and I like you, and if you like me too we could get better tax returns if we ever got married–” [Name] began to ramble.

“What?” Renee raised a brow.

“I mean- maybe you don’t like me! We could still get married to get those tax returns- or not get married at all!” [Name] panics throughout the confession, “And by me liking you isn’t because of the tax returns! I really do just like you, I have for years, like middle school or highschool, but I didn’t want to scare you away and have to make all those origami animals all over again! Fuck, this is not how I wanted this to go–”

[Name] hides his face into his hands for a moment, groaning in disbelief towards himself, “I like you. That’s what I was trying to get at. I made it a lot more difficult than needed”

“I saw that” Renee giggled, flicking [Name]’s shoulder, “That may have been the most dorkiest or worst confession I have ever heard in my entire life, I’m still debating.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-” [Name] was interrupted.

“Now I’m not saying I don’t like you, [Last Name]. I’m just saying that your confession was out of this world. Not that I was going to do better than that either, but you know,” Renee shrugs, “I like you. I have for years now too…”

[Name] finally gains the courage to lift his eyes up to look at Renee, “Seriously?”

“Very seriously. You’re very important to me, [Name]. The most handsome man I’ve ever met, the boy I grew to love, someone I didn’t think I’d love or wait this long for, but you made every second worth it.” Renee gives a small smile, breathing in the foggy autumn feel. 

“I think we’re soulmates” [Name] says plainly, “Because no matter what would've happened, if in some alternate universe there was some kind of obstacle that tried to stop us from being together, we would’ve found a way back to each other no matter what. I know I would.” [Name] adds, placing his hand over Renee’s hand. 

They both exchange a gentle look, Renee’s fingers play with [Name]’s rings, intertwining their hands together. They lean in closer, and the giddy feeling of waiting after so many years practically swallows [Name] whole. 

It wasn’t a shock to find that Renee was a gentle kisser, cautious to make sure that they’re both enjoying it, occasionally splitting away and coming back, as if still starving for more affection. Eyes closed, feeling their hands still together… Each other’s first kiss. 

Two people that will always try to understand each other. Two people who don’t even need to try and find the beauty within one another because they see it constantly no matter what.

[mallloryrowinski]

You're a transphobe!!! You should be embarrassed

Okay this is getting old now. I know you probably won’t read this reply as you’re clearly refusing to educate yourself on what I stand for, but I wanna have this on my blog regardless so here we go.

I’m a radical feminist, and I’m gender critical. Being gender critical means recognizing that gender is a social construct made to keep women, as a class, oppressed on the basis of their sex, and uphold the patriarchy. The sex you’re born with is a fixed set of characteristics and is immutable (this is a fact. Sex is binary, not fluid. before you try to pull the intersex card, @/not-your-intersex-pawn here on Tumblr has posts that will explain this to you in much greater detail than I can, like their response here).

Now, your sex doesn’t say anything about you! It doesn’t mean a single thing, it just recognizes which set of biological characteristics you were born with. It doesn’t indicate your personality, hobbies, likes and dislikes, whatever. You are a whole person and your sex is just your sex. Women are and have been historically oppressed on the basis of their sex. Not because they identified as anything connected to the female sphere, they were forced into this sphere of subordination and yada yada (gender roles!) on the basis of them being born female. 

Gender, on the other hand, is an identity. Even the gendies themselves have lost the plot a little in my opinion as everything regarding gender now is just so… vague? But basically gender is an identity. Some say it’s innate, some say it isn’t. Most agree that you can change your gender, or at least “reclaim” it, if you believe it’s innate and that you were "born in the wrong body". You can claim any gender, actually, and define it however you please. 

Calling me “cis” would be incorrect not because I’m not a woman, but because I’m not part of the gender craze, meaning that’s an ideology I don’t subscribe to altogether. I don’t believe in it. There’s no such thing as gender. I’m just a woman, neither cis nor trans. 

There’s also an additional note that I would like to make here: as long as we as a society recognize gender, we’re gonna have people either conforming to it or resisting it, or claiming a different gender identity. This is basically the same as “as long as catholicism exists, we’re gonna have catholics, atheists, and people either converting to catholicism or abandoning it”. This does not refer to the group of people who go through physical sex dysphoria. This group may choose to access what you would call “gender-affirming care”, which isn’t gender-affirming for them, because they do not have a problem with their gender to begin with, and most of the time don’t even recognize gender as important/real. Their voices have been unfortunately silenced by the “new wave” of TRAs over the past 5 to 10 or so years, and I do not wish to speak on their behalf, you can do your own research on this, or listen to amazing people such as @/buct-reidentified here on Tumblr. 

If you disagree with me and do believe that gender is an important part of oneself - I don’t have a problem with that! You’re entitled to your own opinions just like I am to my own. If you read all this and still think I’m transphobic, I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do to help you. 

The reason I don’t include trans women in my feminism isn’t because I don’t respect their identity. But their identity is irrelevant when it comes to a movement focusing on the liberation from sex based oppression. What matters is their sex, whether you like it or not, because women are oppressed on the basis of their sex. You can identify as a trans woman but I genuinely hope that you’ll see how being a trans woman is different than being born with a female body. These two will face radically different experiences and challenges, each unique to that group. 

I do believe that trans people, of any kind, do need their own protections, safe spaces, etc. because they clearly are discriminated against and no one should be able to attack or discriminate against anyone because they don’t agree with their identity/the way they present themselves/whatever. 

I do support the preservation of same-sex spaces for women, but this isn’t rooted in fear of trans women but in protecting women from predatory men who exploit gender theory to gain access to these spaces and harm women. I’m sure we can both agree that these cases have happened and I’m not fear-mongering. This is not because all trans women are predators. This has happened and continues to happen because when you give predators and abusers a chance to be predatory and abusive with little to no repercussion by hiding behind an ideology like the gender one, they are typically eager to take it. Women have a right to their same-sex spaces because of the sex-based oppression they’ve faced throughout centuries. Taking these away or reforming places that are specifically sex-exclusive into inclusive ones is not fair to women and results in a zero-sum game. 

So basically, if you identify as a trans man and want me to accommodate you by using he/him pronouns, I have no problem with that. The same goes for they/them or she/her. I’m happy to respect and use your preferred pronouns because I respect you as a person. However, this doesn’t change my understanding of your biological sex. I simply recognize that you identify as trans, which is part of who you are, and I respect that. You believe in gender and I don’t, that’s okay. If you take it to the “I should be able to access sex-exclusive spaces because I identify as trans”, I would politely explain to you why I disagree with that and what options I believe we should make available instead. 

There a ton of points I haven't touched but that are related to this topic, but this is the basics.

[genderqueerdykes]

Aight I’m gonna say it: I hate the divide in trans spaces. I hate trans infighting. The discourse is fucking ridiculous. I’m a non binary person who’s commonly mistaken as a trans woman by trans people and transphobes alike despite the fact I was not born Amab. Shit like “theyfab” makes me roll my eyes. The constant dismissal of intersex and people of colour and disabled people’s thoughts and experiences is horrendous. Trans women don’t hold power over transmascs, but you have to be delusional to pretend trans men at large are treated like cis men are and hold the same power. I’m baffled some people sincerely believe that skyler, the 14 years old black they/he with purple hair is treated the same and holds the same power over fellow trans people as any upper-middle class white guy. Be so fr. We need to stay together instead of playing oppression olympics.

agreed, holy shit. for the future, i'm psychotic, i have schizophrenia & experience delusions and just wanted to explain that 'delusional' is not a good word to use in this scenario as it can come across as demonizing psychotic people, but i understand what you meant & i can tell that you mean no harm. just wanted to point that out for the future! :) however, i get the message that you're saying, and that's way more important!

agreed. this infighting is dumb, petty, and pointless. all it does is waste time and give conservatives and terfs what they want.

"theyfab" is one of the most embarrassing things i've seen come out of online discourse. like i don't know how anyone says that and doesn't feel like the most embarrassing person on planet earth. like if you use that term, how do you not feel like an absolute loser for saying that knowing the entire reason you misgendered another person was for haha funnie internet points? i don't like calling things cringe, but if i had to assign that word to anything, it would be "theyfab". literally one of the most embarrassing things i've ever heard in my life. THAT is "cringe". like you should genuinely be embarrassed if you think that calling another person that is okay. you should genuinely be embarrassed of proudly misgendering another person for likes on a post.

i swear people are acting like toddlers and they second they're near an AFAB person they're like "omg don't give me your GIRL COOTIES!!!" how do you think you're cool when you're saying shit like this? how do you wake up in the morning and think you're cool and right and smart when you're literally just terrified of an AGAB?

also since when was misgendering people cool? like i'm sorry, did i fall asleep for too long and wake up to a completely new society? why do you get your head ripped off if you accidentally they/them a she/her trans woman, but people literally post tiktoks and instagram reels bragging about how they misgender trans men and AFAB nonbinary people and they get thousands of likes and comments? what a dogshit double standard!

people love to proudly discredit AFAB people due to their rampant misogyny. like can we just call a spade a spade here? hating on AFAB people is very painfully, blatantly misogynistic. people are being mean as hell specifically because of that "F"- that's why the word "whiny" comes up so much. we know what you're doing. we know that you see all AFAB trans people as "weird cis women". we know. your verbiage says it all. we get it that you don't think that AFAB people can be trans. we get it that you think AFAB people are annoying for drawing a breath and daring to speak. please work on your misogyny. it's through the fucking roof

I’m baffled some people sincerely believe that skyler, the 14 years old black they/he with purple hair is treated the same and holds the same power over fellow trans people as any upper-middle class white guy. Be so fr. We need to stay together instead of playing oppression olympics.

you're right and you should say it. people NEVER care about or consider that there are trans boys, mascs and men of color. nobody gives a fuck about how transmascs and men of color struggle. nobody gives a shit or listens when transmascs of color talk about the extreme violence and isolation we face. like do you seriously think a black trans boy has the exact same amount of power and privilege as an abled cishet white man in a position of power? really? come on, now. NOBODY gives a fuck about the trans men, boys and mascs of color. nobody gives a shit that this affects men of color, and that's just fucked.

and agreed. let's stop this oppression olympics thing once and for all. that's what we're doing at this stage and it's fucking embarrassing. queer identities are not legitimized by how oppressed they are. we are ALL oppressed. every single one of us. but our identities themselves are not about oppression. our identities are about ourselves, our lives, our passions, our bodies, and who we do or don't love. they're about ourselves. we have to stop depersonalizing the queer experience. we're taking the individuals out of it and turning it into "whoever's the most oppressed gets to talk the entire time and everyone else needs to shut the hell up." this is ridiculous. it's time to stop.

live your life. love your queer siblings. they have your back, you gotta have theirs.

[tealeaf29]

ARCANE SEASON 1 AND 2 SPOILERS

Y’know what? I’m gonna say it:

As a system myself, Jinx/Powder is a system.

It’s difficult to pin point the exact point of the split, and whether or not it even happens on screen, but I’m gonna say Powder’s breakdown in season 1 episode 3 is the first time we see Jinx fronting.

Throughout most of season 1, Jinx is in front. Not all the time, but a lot of the time.

People already talk quite a bit about how the arcane animators put time and effort into differentiating Powder and Jinx as two separate entities, is it really a stretch to call them a system?

Here’s the part that’s tripping me up though.

“Jinx is dead.”

I’m not sure who says that line.

Personally, I think it’s Jinx we see bonding with Isha. I think it’s Jinx we see talking about Powder being a stupid name. I think it’s Jinx we see saying Jinx is dead.

The best scene I think for showing the concept that Ninx and Powder are separate people, separate alters, is season 1 episode 6, when Vi and her sister reunite. It’s Powder that sets off the flare. It’s Jinx who angrily throws the flare on the ground. It’s Powder who fronts when Vi says her name and it’s Powder Vi hugs. But it’s Jinx who points PowPow at Vi. It’s Jinx who fires upon the Firelights with a smile on her face. It’s Powder who watches her sister get taken, and it’s Jinx who cries out in outrage moments later.

Second best scene for this is season 1 episode 9’s tea party scene. I don’t think I need to really explain that one too much, and there’s so much more I wanna say and I don’t want this to be too long.

Now, bare with me, it’s been a minute since my last rewatch but hear me out:

I think the last time we see Jinx is season 2 episode 4. Everything, and I do mean everything after she realizes she’s fighting Vander is Powder.

Do I think Jinx is gone? No. I just think she realized she doesn’t have to protect Powder anymore.

And I think there are two scenes that support this idea.

Season 2 episode 8, when Vi goes to break her out of prison and convince her sister to fight.

Vi pointedly calls her “Jinx”. Like a person trying to show they’re learning. I’ve seen this very thing myself as a system. Someone gets used to a new alter(in this case, Jinx) fronting, that they accidentally call another alter(in this case, Powder) by the wrong name.

She goes on to say “maybe we can rewrite your story, just like you rewrote Zaun’s.”

She’s saying “we can erase Powder, Jinx is all that matters, right?”

And, from an outside perspective, that’s not only a fair thing to say, but honestly super cute of her as a sister. I’ve seen people reading Jinx as a trans allegory, ESPECIALLY season 1 Jinx, and if it were, this would be a super great thing for Vi to say. But it’s not. At least, not by this point in season 2. If we do want to look at it as a gender allegory, then it works really well as a genderfluid allegory. But that’s not what I’m talking about.

No, Vi says the wrong thing here. She makes it clear she views her sister as a singular entity. Either Powder or Jinx. The issue is, especially at this point in the story, she’s not. And that’s not even me being like “I’m gonna state my personal headcanon/analysis as fact.” That’s just true. Schnee on YouTube does a much better job of explaining the dichotomy between the two identities in his “How EKKO Redefines Time” video that I 100% recommend(this video is actually what got me thinking about Jinx/Powder as a system).

The other scene, is Ekko trying to convince her to help. Ekko says two things here that are important. First, he says “Pow- Jinx.”

He doesn’t view them as a singular entity.

To the trans allegory thing for a moment, this is a really good line if you wanna read Jinx that way, because almost every single trans person who’s changed their name has likely heard “Deadna- Name” at least once(substitute for appropriate names of course). And it’s cute that Ekko corrects himself if that’s how you’re choosing to view it.

But it’s this line that gives her pause.

Ekko then goes on to say “no matter what happened in the past, it’s never too late to build something new.”

He’s not saying to erase the past. To erase Powder. He’s saying to move on from the past. To accept that Powder and Jinx are both present.

That is what convinces her to fight. Ekko telling her “it doesn’t matter, Jinx, Powder, whoever you are, whoever you choose to be, it’s not too late for you.”

Am I little biased when I claim Ekko is the only reason Jinx fights? Maybe a little, TimeBomb are one of my favourite ships in Arcane(though post-season 2 I stumbled upon LightCannon and I think they might be my fav Jinx ship now). But I don’t think that matters.

Do I think the writers intended Jinx to have DID? Definitely not.

Do I think the writers intended Jinx to be an allegory for DID? Maybe.

But it’s fun to analyze, and read representation in characters that wasn’t necessarily intended.

But, yeah, Jinx/Powder is now a system in my headcanon and you can’t convince me otherwise because it’s a headcanon and I can do what I want in my headcanons.

[writer-freak]

♠️ Fanfiction requests Open! ♠️

Hi everyone! My names Freak and I'm now accepting fanfiction requests! Before sending in your request, please take a moment to read through the rules below. 🖤

💌 What I Write:

Here’s what you can request:

Pairings: I only write x reader fanfics and I don't really write canon x canon (exeption poly relationship, further explanation under 'What I won't write')

Gender: If no gender or pronouns are specified, I will default to writing the reader as gender-neutral. While I’m a trans nb person (AFAB), I’m comfortable writing for readers of any gender identity or sex and will do my best to write what you request.

Genres: fluff, hurt/comfort, NSFW (besides what is written in🚫), light angst, crack/or just stupid ideas

Formats: Drabbles, one shots, headcanons, smau, short series (if the request allows it), and maybe even longer series if something really inspires me

✨ Fandoms & Characters I Write For:

Here’s a list of fandoms that I’m writing for and this list can change at any point. I don't have a list of what characters that I write for, I obvi won't write romantic stuff with like child characters. If you are interested if I write for a character, just feel free to ask.

Twisted Wonderland

Jujutsu Kaisen

Valorant

Arcane

Dead by daylight

Love and Deepspace

Haikyuu

Heartsteel

Kpop Demon Hunters

(Stranger Things)

(Hazbin Hotel)

(I haven't been active in the Stranger things or Hazbin hotel fandom for a bit ,so I have less motivation writing for them)

🚫 What I Won’t Write:

Here’s the things that I won’t be writing for:

Very gory stuff

Piss kink, scat, stuff in that direction I will not write for

Incest, pedophilia, raceplay, requesting anything like that will get you immediately blocked

I don't really like writing character x character but if it's a poly relationship with a reader and I feel comfortable with it, I may write it, so feel free to request that but could be that I reject it

📋 Request Rules:

And if you request something please try and follow these rules:

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[allzelemonz]

Out: Slade Wilson & FTM Reader

Pronouns: he/him Physical Sex: AFAB Rating: T/Language Warnings: Mentor & protege, Reader is referred to as younger, Slade says trans rights, trans reader, ftm reader, transition process, fluff, Slade being nice for once, Ish is a hormone dealer but only for Slade’s kids and apprentices, themes around menstruation are not specific or graphic, background relationship: Ish/Joey Summary: You ran out of hormones, annoyingly causing your cycle to start up again, but you’re stuck on a mission with Slade. A/N: For those that don't know, '&' means platonic. But you can read it however you want, I was going for adoptive father-son vibes.

Your heart beats a little faster when you notice. Apparently letting yourself run out of hormones wasn’t as good of a call as you thought because now you have to deal with this. If you were at the compound it wouldn’t be a huge deal, Rose has shit you could steal, but out here on a job with Slade there’s not a lot of options. Toilet paper, sure, but that’s not ideal when you have a mission. For a while you just stare at the ground, hoping to will it away. But Slade’s knock on the bathroom door makes you jump.

“Hurry up, kid.”

You steele yourself, swallowing the bundle of nerves down and opening the door. Slade glares down at you, probably already regretting picking you from his pool of apprentices to bring along.

“The hell is wrong with you, kid?”

You clear your throat as your feet shift responsibility for your weight. “I, uh… I need something.”

“Well, out with it.”

You hesitate, trying to figure out how to explain. “I-I’m trans—“

“I know, brat.” He scoffs. “Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

“Bleeding.” Is all you can make your mouth get out.

Slade huffs, walking over to his bag. You watch from the doorframe, half expecting a knife to come at you. Instead he throws the menstrual product your way like a ninja star. You catch it, looking up at him utterly confused.

“I don’t know why you brats think you can’t tell me things.” He grumbles. “You ran out of hormones, didn’t you?”

You nod, a bit too confused by his reaction to this whole thing to speak. You didn’t even think he knew about the situation.

Slade just sighs, pulling out his phone. “That’s not good for you, kid. I’ll call Ish and tell we have another one.”

You stare at him for a moment as he types on his phone. “Another one?”

Slade raises a brow. “You think you’re the only one of my boys like this?” He chuckles, holding his phone up to his ear. “Might be the fifth.”

You watch Slade as he wanders, talking to Ish with the same disdain he always does now. Not that Ish is a bad guy, he’s pretty nice, but that stuff with Joey rubs Slade the wrong way. Still, he has to mind to call him up whenever he needs scientific help.

“He was on them, yeah.” Slade says into the phone. “No, Ish, why would I know that?” He scoffs at whatever Ish says in response. “I’m not the one fucking my nephew… he might as well be your blood, Ish… do you think the fact that you changed more of his diapers than I did makes you look better in this?”

You know this argument will go on for a while, so you slip into the bathroom with your bag and situate yourself, cleaning off the blood and changing things. When you come back out, Slade is listening intently to Ish.

“Five hours until the mark, yeah… Istanbul? What the hell are you doing in… no, I didn’t… fine, yeah, as long as we make the hit, I don’t give a shit… see you then.”

He tosses the phone onto his bed by his bag and looks up at you. “Feeling better?”

You nod. “Why’d you have to talk to Ish?”

“He can get hormones… surgery too, if you ever want that” Slade grumbles. “Lucky I like you, kid. Hate Ish.”

Something about that makes you smile. Slade sucks, no one denies that. But sometimes he doesn’t, sometimes he cares enough to make the brutality of training worthwhile.

[drdemonprince]

This is a dumb question and I’m high so it might be incoherent - but would it be strange or a bad idea to join fetlife as someone who is pretty inexperienced, and completely so with kink? I’m a 25 yr old repressed dyke late bloomer and I’ve been trying lex because I appreciate the post format there where you can explain bluntly what you’re looking for, but I live in a smaller city and it’s tumbleweeds and crickets. What I appreciate from the discussions I’ve sought out from ppl in kink scenes is their comfort talking abt / negotiating sex earnestly and openly - I wanna get over my fear of gay dating too etc etc but I also just wanna fuck and the dating apps available to me (banned from tinder, tme so not gonna act like a chaser and use grinder dykishly) seem pretty inhospitable to profiles tailored towards hookups / fwb. And I am notttt smooth enough to cruise at bars to be frank and real 😩 any place on fetlife for a baby dyke service top looking for girls to show them the ropes?

First, let me just tell you that if you're horny and looking to fuck you should absolutely get on Grindr to chat with the dolls are you fucking kidding me!!! Grindr is now officially an "all genders" app, but it has always been utilized by trans women & trans men alike, and a 25-year-old dyke seeking hookups could do real fuckin numbers over there with the girlies. As long as you are okay with having to ignore a lot of messages from dudes and block people as needed, you should ABSOLUTELY get on the platform and message some hot trans women.

As for your main question: Fetlife is a great place to start looking for hookups, too. It's not as fast-paced as Grindr, say, but you should be able to find local groups and events through there, and perhaps see some local cuties on the dashboard that you can slide into the DM's of. The more complete your profile & active you are as a poster on there, the more eyeballs you will get in front of, but generally it's a far more self-directed app than most social media apps of today. That means you'll have to search the tags, events, groups, etc that interest you and put yourself out there.

I've had some amazing hookups and relationships off that app, attended some sex parties, and gotten more plugged into the existing kink scene, and you can too! Even friends of mine living in more remote areas like distant exurbs of Winnipeg and shit have been able to find dungeons, local hypnosis munches, play partners, and Dominants on there. Kinky people have a way of making shit happen! You might even be surprised how many spaces are quietly all around you right now.

You may even be able to use a local queer kinky personals type group to mention that you're an aspiring service top looking for some helpful bottoms. I think you'll have no problem finding some eager beavers on that front -- lots of wlw are looking for dykey top, and some of them are actually communicative, generous bottoms who will help show you the way and value your topping for the gift that it is. Again, be prepared to ignore messages from people who don't interest you or squick you out, and to block men/couples looking for a unicorn/anyone else who ignores your preferences on your profile and messagesyou, as that kind of thing will happen. But personally, I consider that a fair tax to have to pay for getting to use a free-flowing, openly sexual platform where hookups can be secured relatively quickly and you can post nudes.

[justakidnamednick]

Hi! Srry if I sound passive aggressive at any point I’m just extremely bad at wording things and personally I don’t and never wanted to be included in this and want to limit my involvement in this as much as possible the most I was to Landon was a mutual until I found out a bigger extent of their actions but I still want to critique the way you’re handling this

Breaking Landon’s boundaries: though I admit the way Landon dealt with this was a lil dramatic I still think leaking their name without permission is still a bit of a dick move and can be categorized as doxing sense doxing is leaking private information without permission plus Landon goes by like a million nicknames it’s not that hard to use a nickname or to just not use their name though I agree some of their actions are unforgivable and I personally don’t think they should have a platform they still deserve basic boundaries it’s like calling a trans guy a he even though they committed arson bad people still deserve boundaries

Making fun of Landon being on special ed: do I even need to explain why this is bad? I know you were making a joke but it felt extremely insensitive and gives people a straw man Landon didn’t do what they did because they’re on special ed and maybe shouldn’t have been mentioned (keeping this one brief bc this has only happened once and isn’t that big of a deal with context)

Not really helping the issue: Landon’s actions aren’t really known and if you want people to really stop interacting with their content is to make their actions mainstream and posting about it on this hellsite isn’t really how to do it get someone on YouTube with a big following to cover it don’t just respond to Landon’s shit and repost it make a document with all the evidence and share it everywhere in order for them to stop people from defending them the main goal as of now is to make Landon’s actions heard and told

Anyway that’s all I’m gonna say in this feel free to voice your opinion also again srry if I sound passive aggressive at any point I’m rly not trying to this is meant to be critique and critique only and nothing good happens with arguing

i honestly couldnt be fucked to bother reading all this. im putting this whole situation behind me. im done acknowledging them and the situation. but i guess i should probably clear up the parts you missed here.

the level of boundaries broken by leaking their first name (which is nowhere near a good identifying factor unless you have prior knowledge who is being referred to) is nothing compared to the basic decency of calling someone their correct pronouns (which i still do for lyli) or the boundaries they broke twice when asking for pictures of my cock and balls.

i never made fun of them being sped. i called them retarded. and thats more just something i call anyone i find is being overly stupid and ignorant.

i dont really get what you want from me with that third point? you expect me to send an email to moist critical asking if he can cover the lyli situation? reaching a larger audience is easier said than done. like, oh, sure, let me just go call up my ten million sub youtuber friend that everyone has.

i get your talking points, but even while i may have handled the situation imperfectly, i dont take nearly as much fault as lyli has after all the bullshit that faggot put us all through.

[faerghusfucker]

do any other fic writers come up with titles before they’ve come up with the plots????? i swear, recently i’ve been listening to a lot of music and just finding fic titles in the lyrics, then building a plot either around that lyric or the song as a whole. i’m gonna list some recent ones i’ve had bc i feel like im cooking. because im a fall out boy fan, a lot of these have parenthetical bits. but i’m also gonna explain what the fics are in each bullet point, so if a parenthetical is in () it’s part of the title, and if it’s in [] then that’s my commentary. got it? good. the list!!!

- one day i am gonna grow wings [my very angsty fe3h infection au that i haven’t posted much about but have yapped extensively about to a Select Few {the people in my discord server}]

- give me your filth, make it rough [the ferdimitri arc of the modern au]

- it’s so ugly and i’m so broken (and i’m so ugly) (and it’s so broken) [a vent fic. trans felix is suffering with an eating disorder but, like, dimitri’s revenge crazed. so there’s bigger problems]

- how to save a life (a reference guide) [lil vignettes of the blue lions helping dimitri through the aftermath of rodrigue’s death and the whole becoming king thing]

- you’re the only one that knows how to operate my heavy machinery [something dimileth. i am not entirely sure what. i’m rlly mad abt this title going rlly hard bc this is from a bad song no one should listen to]

- how do you talk to a star? [dimileth angst where dimitri jumps down the chasm after byleth]

- the lyrics to my obituary [felix angst where he’s hurt super bad and calls for his brother. unfortunately only his father is there]

- what would you trade the pain for? (i’m not sure) [sylvain is suicidal and felix knows]

those are all the ones i can think of. clearly i have some characters that i really want to write about. all these titles and synopses and no fics from me smh. i rlly should write more i need to stop being such a mid writer sjdhfhfh. uhhhh let me know which of these you’d want to see first? i could prob get myself to start on these if yall want to see them.

[preg-fandoms]

Fandom: 9-1-1

Word count: 900

Pairing: Evan Buckley / Eddie Diaz

TW: semi graphic trans masc birth

Authors note: just had this idea itching in my head and decided to write it! Fic underneath the cut!

Evan Buckley had always wanted a family of his own, so when the pregnancy test came back positive that rainy afternoon, he was delighted.

Of course pregnancy hadn’t been easy by any means. He was put on strict desk duty throughout his pregnancy and finally went on parental leave at 38 weeks.

That was exactly 2 weeks and 3 days ago. In that time, he had made so many loaves of bread, he had decided to sell them locally to make some extra cash.

But today, he felt off. He had awoken much earlier than usual. At 6 am he was wide awake, glaring at a snoring Eddie.

Deciding to let Eddie sleep and not deal with Buck flopping around, he had made his way into the living room.

For about an hour he was content to just chill on the couch, idly catching up on messages and half listening to the news.

But what he assumed were braxton hicks seemed to be getting stronger and stronger with each one.

“Let’s call your auntie Hen-“ he mused lightly to his bump, running a hand over the swell as the baby gave a little kick,

“Hello?” Hen’s groggy voice came up as Buck slowly stood.

“Hey Hen uhh.. can I ask you something?” Buck asked, feeling a bit sheepish as he started to pace.

“Yeah sure. Are you okay? Is bean okay?” Hen asked, now more awake. Voice laced with concern.

“Uhh yeah, I’m just feeling a lot of.. cramps I guess- I’m not—“ Buck paused, a little caught off guard at the sudden vice grip in his low sitting middle. Fumbling to grab onto the mantle, trying to widen his stance.

Blinking rapidly, he watched as the crotch of his pants became wet.

“Oh.” He breathed out.

“Buck? Buck? What’s wrong?” Hen’s voice broke him out of his haze.

“I uh— I’ll call you back Hen, I gotta tell Eddie something-“ Buck explained.

“Tell me what?” Eddie’s drowsy voice sounded from the hallway as Buck hung up the call.

Buck turned to the other firefighter, gripping sheepishly.

“Buck?” Eddie asked, “are you okay?” He asked.

“Umm.. yeah-“ Buck nodded slowly. “My.. my waters just uh- broke.” Buck explained, motioning to the wet spot on his pants.

It took a few moments for Eddie to process the information, staring blankly at his boyfriend.

“We’re gonna have a baby.. today-“ Eddie whispered.

“Yeah, yeah- we are.” Buck nodded, not being able to help but grin.

“Okay- okay.” Eddie nodded, trying his hardest not to panic.

“Hey hey-“ Buck immediately took the others' hands into his own.

“We got this Eddie-“ Buck reassured as Eddie’s hand cradled the others baby bump.

“I sure hope so-“ Eddie mumbled, kissing Buck on the cheek.

“I’m positive.” Buck hummed.

-

The midwife had warned Buck’s labor might progress slowly due to the fact that this was his first birth. But things seemed to be quite the opposite.

By early afternoon, he was in transition stage. Leaning up against the bed frame, Eddie wipes his sweaty face, muttering soft encouragement into his ear.

“I’m going to check you again, okay mister Buckley?” The midwife spoke, grabbing a pair of gloves.

“It’s just Buck-“ Buck responded, giving a small nod.

“Alright Buck, you’ll feel a bit of pressure like before okay?” She spoke as he nodded, feeling the contraction wane off.

She had carefully checked, eyes widening in surprise.

“It seems as baby is excited to meet you two. Fully dilated and I can already feel a head against my fingers.” She explained, hurriedly standing to grab a few extra pads to sit beneath the laboring male.

“Ya hear that Buck?” Eddie muttered, rubbing the others back.

“Yeah-“ Buck mumbled, trying to smile despite how much pain he was in.

“Okay Buck, you can push whenever you have your next contraction, or if you want to wait a bit and just let the baby move down naturally, that’s alright too.” The midwife explained.

Buck nodded, shifting slowly so his back was against Eddie’s chest, slowly lowering himself into a squat.

He found himself groaning as the next contraction peaked, chin tucked into his chest.

Buck wasn’t sure how much time had passed until he felt the unmistakable burn between his legs. Gasping and shifting his stance, gripping harder onto Eddie.

“Easy easy-“ Eddie muttered, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Just breathe the head out Buck-“ the midwife spoke softly as she applied a bit of counter pressure so he wouldn’t tear.

“It really hurts!” He found himself whimpering.

“I know baby, you’re almost finished.” Eddie soothed, giving his hand a soft squeeze.

“Ah-!” Buck gasped, hips jerking slightly as the head came free.

The next few moments were a blur for Buck, suddenly the pain was gone and he had something placed on his chest.

He had wrapped his trembling arms around his squalling son, grateful as Eddie helped him sit down.

“Hey.. hey there—“ Buck’s voice broke as he finally looked down at his son.

“Hey bean-“ He laughed, leaning back into Eddie.

“Good job!” The midwife praised, having grabbed a towel to place over the baby.

Eddie was staring silently at the squirmy baby that was beginning to settle into Buck’s warmth with little whimpers.

“Oh.. oh..” Eddie breathed out, letting the baby grasp his finger.

“Hey bean..” Eddie whispered, scared if he spoke any louder the peaceful moment would shatter.

“I’m your papa..” Eddie spoke, his voice breaking.

“Yeah, he’s the one that gave ya the big head-“ Buck joked weakly.

Eddie rolled his eyes, leaning down to capture Buck’s lips in a tender kiss.

“I love you. Both of you.” Eddie spoke.

“Yeah. Yeah, Bean and I love you too.” Buck nodded in agreement.