#and that one’s gonna be an amab reader which i’ve never done before

[chilfucked]

i need to kiss him on the lips

[f1nalboys]

Backstage - Bday fic for Danny

HAPPY (very late im sorry) BDAY TO @knifewh0re !! I really hope you like this and i hope your birthday went well AND i hope today is even better!!! 

Poly!Ghostface x Danny

WORD COUNT: 1978

WARNINGS: they/them pronouns afab reader (which is danny), oral (amab and afab recieving), vaginal fingering, implication of more sex, semi-public sex, closet sex, time crunch, the boys aren’t mean in this one besides like two off-hand comments from billy

Billy and Stu stood backstage before the show searching for you. Stu was bouncing on the balls of his feet, practically vibrating with excitement. “Stu, man, relax. You’re getting on my nerves.” Stu pouts and opens his mouth to say something but stops himself. He elbows Billy in the side harshly, pointing down the crowded hallway. Billy cranes his neck and breaks out into a grin.

It was you. You were surrounded by your band, decked out in your stage outfit and laughing and god you looked beautiful. Billy didn’t wait for Stu and took off down the hallway, his heart beating. You went to college with them, actually had a class with Billy, but you didn’t know them. They knew you, obviously.

Your band was getting popular in the punk scene and Stu had seen you play live a few months ago and immediately fell in love with your voice. He forced Billy to listen and, even though punk wasn’t his most loved genre, he had to admit that you were fucking amazing. And now they were here. Stu had bought backstage passes for the show and told Billy that they had to talk to you.

“Danny!” You turn around at the sound of your name with your eyebrows furrowed. Stu had caught up to Billy and had a big smile on his face, waving you over. Even though you didn’t know the two of them you went over, their smiles and the blush creeping up the neck of the brown haired boy made you curious.

“Uhm, hey. You two know me?”

“Yeah! We actually go to school with you, Billy here’s in your Intro to Film History class with you,” Stu says, nudging Billy towards you with his elbow. Billy forces a smile, his heart beating fast when you smile back. “And we happen to be huge fans of yours.”

You grin, turning around and waving off your band member, asking them to give you a few minutes. “Sorry about that. We have like half an hour before the show starts. So, you go to school with me? How come I’ve never seen you two around before? Think I would’ve noticed two cute guys.”

Stu lets out a high pitched nervous laugh, punching Billy on the shoulder hard. He was fucking star struck at this point. “Cute? You think we’re cute?” He says with a grin that only grows when you nod. They were cute! Stu was wearing a button up shirt and a denim jacket - which Billy had bought him specially for this - and Billy wore a tight black t-shirt and ripped jeans. 

“I’m Billy, that’s Stu. And you’re Danny, right?” 

“Sure am. So, any reason you two came out here to see us play?” Billy’s eyebrow raises. He could have sworn you were flirting with them. Stu seems to think the same thing because he makes a small choked noise which makes you laugh, hard. 

Stu shrugs, deciding now is the perfect time to start acting more suave. “We wanted to wish you luck before the show. With words or actions, whichever you’d prefer.” If Billy weren’t hoping you’d say yes he would have turned around and punched Stu as hard as he possibly could for being so god damn forward. 

“I mean, I could definitely go for some physical encouragement. You two think you could make it quick?”

“Wait, really?” Stu was actually pretty shocked you were agreeing. He was happy, like, REALLY happy, but he was still shocked. You nod and Billy takes a hold of your hand and drags you down the hallway. He wanted to find somewhere that the three of you wouldn’t be interrupted.

You stop him halfway down the hallway and pull him into a dark room, flipping the light on when Stu comes in behind you both. It was a supply closet, a fairly large one, and Stu locks the door behind him as Billy pulls you in for a kiss. 

“Wait, wait, no,” You say, pushing away from him. He gives you a confused look, worried he had gone too fast too soon. “Can’t kiss; can’t fuck my stage makeup up.” He snorts, deciding to kiss your neck instead. Stu’s behind you, the two men trapping you in between their bodies.

Stu replaces Billy’s lips on your neck, nipping at your pulse and grinning against your skin when you moan. Billy is on his knees, working on getting your pants off. His nails dig into the skin of your thighs as he yanks your jeans down and you hiss, goosebumps raising down your legs.

Your head rolls back against Stu’s shoulder as his hands slip up your shirt and past your bra, his fingers finding your nipples with ease. Billy groans as his finger dips past your underwear, gliding down your folds. “Fuck, Stu, man, they’re soaked.”

“Are they now? You into us or something, baby?” He coos into your ear, pinching at your nipple hard and you whimper loudly. Stu laughs, his breath hot against your skin, as Billy’s fingers begin to rub circles on your clit. You’re bucking into his fingers and you let out a particularly loud moan when he moves his hand off of you.

Your eyes pop open and Billy is right in your face, shoving his fingers, wet with your arousal, in your mouth. Stu grabs the bottom of your shirt and yanks it up, slipping it off of your body with ease. “Think you could use your mouth for something else?” Stu asks with a wicked grin. Rolling your eyes, you don’t take long to debate, sinking down onto your knees.

“Can’t do it for long, boys. Got twenty minutes before I need to be out there, so you better get to it.” Stu’s pants and underwear are long gone now and he’s fisting his cock right in front of you with an eager look in his eyes. You smile, replacing his hand with your own, and licking a long stripe up the underside of his dick.

His head rolls back and he lets out a low moan as your tongue swirls over his tip. “Fuuuck, Danny…” He goes to put his hand on the back of your head, wanting to force you to take him to the hilt, but he stops himself by grabbing ahold of Billy’s shoulder. “Their mouth, man. Shit, could make me cum already.”

Billy’s hand was on his own cock and he was focused on your face. You never took Stu in your mouth fully, never moving past wrapping your lips around the tip of him, and somehow he could tell it was the best blowjob Stu’s probably ever gotten. Save for him, of course. “Wanna feel that mouth of yours,” He says and you pop off of Stu, a glob of spit connecting you to him. “Can we fuck you?”

You hesitate before your hand wraps around his cock, pumping him slowly. “God, I wish. Like, you have no fucking idea how badly I want you two, but we have less than 15 minutes and if we do it I want it to last longer than that. How bout I help you two out and you help me?” Without waiting for an answer you repeat what you had just done to Stu.

“Holy shit,” He groans. He can’t take his eyes off of you or your hands or your lips. Everything about you was intoxicating. You swirl your tongue around his tip a few times, hollowing your lips when you take him into your mouth. “Christ, Danny, your mouth feels so fucking good. Such a good whore for us.”

You moan around him and he gasps, barely stopping himself from slamming his hips further down your throat. Stu was jerking off next to him, eyes trained on you, and he threw his head back, calling your name. “Danny, fuck, gonna cum. Where, shit! Where can I?”

Pulling off of Billy you flash the two of them a wide smile and respond simply. “On each other.”

“Huh?” Stu’s eyebrows furrowed together slightly, his hand pausing in it’s movements. You lick your lips and they watch with wide eyes as your hand reaches down and slips past your underwear. Your eyes flutter closed, soft moans leaving your lips. Music to their ears.

“I, mmh. I said cum on each other, god, and then you can taste me.” That’s all the encouragement they needed. They turned towards each other but kept their eyes on you, the sounds of your pleasure mixing with their own. Billy was chasing his high, the thought of being able to delve into your cunt sending shockwaves through his body. 

Stu is the first one to cum, both your name and Billy’s falling from his lips as he thrusts into his hand. His cum coats Billy’s thighs and hands, adding to the slick of his own cock. Billy cums soon after and Stu takes a second to get on his knees and takes his dick into his mouth, taking him to the base. What can he say, he loved Billy’s dick.

“Fuck, that was hot,” You whimper, your eyes moving in time with the bob of Stu’s head. “Hurry up and eat me out, you got ten minutes. If you do good, maybe I’ll consider making this a regular thing.” Billy’s on his knees in a second, throwing your hand off of yourself and pushing you back onto your ass. You yelp as the concrete digs into your skin but the pain is quickly washed away, taken over by the pleasure of his tongue dipping through your folds.

He’s moaning at the taste of you, his hands grabbing your thighs and spreading you wider, opening you up for him. His tongue focuses on your clit, switching between circling it to flicking it with the tip of his tongue, sucking on it every few seconds. Your hand tangles in his hair and you’re grinding down on his face when Stu’s fingers enter you.

He starts up a fast pace with two fingers, filling you so suddenly all you can do is cry out his name and roll your eyes to the back of your head. “Fuck! Please, shit, you both feel so good. Please, I’m close, please let me, please make me,” Your pleas’ urge them onwards, Stu’s fingers and Billy’s tongue speeding up. 

You cum hard, harder than you have in the past from just oral, and your body is convulsing with pleasure as they continue. They don’t stop until you practically collapse against the floor and even then Stu takes his chance to lick up your cunt, tasting you. “Mmm, you taste fucking delicious, babe.”

“You alright, Danny? We didn’t kill you, did we?” Billy asks and even with your eyes closed you know he’s smiling. You nod, take a deep breath, and stand up, your knees weak. Stu wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your neck while Billy helps you pull your pants back up, buttoning them up before kissing you on the lips. “Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.”

Stu opens the door and peeks out, looking both ways before ushering the two of you outside. Billy runs a hand down your cheek, down your neck, and he tsks at the dark marks that were forming. “Stu! Asshole, you left hickies like a 15 year old.”

“They look hot with them!” He replies, giving you another sloppy kiss on the neck, and you laugh. You shove him off of you, brushing your clothes off and looking at them with a grin. 

“So… you guys staying after the show? I’d love to show you the green room.”

Billy grins, wetting his bottom lip with his tongue, eyes dragging down your body. “For you? Hell yeah, we are. Can’t wait to see how hot you look with that makeup of yours running.”

[killingitreservoirdogsstyle]

Hey! How are you? How have things been for you lately? Would you please possibly be able to do some head cannons about Blonde (and any other characters if you’d like) and having significant other who has trouble sleeping and how he handles it? Thank you!

Hey hey hey anon! I’ve been doing pretty great, how about you? Thanks for your request, I would be delighted to do it! I myself have huge issues sleeping, so I totally get you and say that I’m sorry for your struggles. I’ll go with Blonde, Pink, and Brown. I’m gonna take the opportunity to do some more of these guys with this req if that’s cool with you! And yes, I haven’t ever done an AMAB! Reader before, so this is gonna be great! Thanks again anon, I love this idea!

Also gonna quickly tag @johanz because I know how much he likes Brown! Hope you enjoy these too, dude!

FANDOM: Reservoir Dogs

GENRE: Requested Headcanons, fluff, romantic relationship, and slight hurt-comfort??

SYNOPSIS: The ResDogs dating a male s/o who has difficulty sleeping and how they go about handling it!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: AMAB! Reader and he/him pronouns, discomfort in certain situations, and swearing!

MR. BLONDE/VIC VEGA:

He’s a pretty deep sleeper himself, which led him to assume everybody else was. But when he finds out that you’re struggling, he’s both confused and concerned at once.

You don’t tell him straight away, expecting that the situation might resolve itself. Of course, it doesn’t though, and you don’t have the heart to explain your predicament. To you it feels selfish to burden him with something so mundane. That’s not how he feels about it though.

He was starting to put together the pieces beforehand, but didn’t have a full picture. The bags under your eyes, sudden exhaustion, moodiness, and almost vacant looks gave him some indication that something was wrong.

After a particularly restless night, he finally grills you about it in the morning. He drinks his coffee, black and strong, at the kitchen table of your two’s apartment. He needs to shave, a five o’ clock shadow dark on his jaw. You’re sitting next to him, reading the paper and having a cigarette to perk you up. His question comes out of the blue, and you don’t expect how blunt he is about it.

“ You’re not sleepin’ well are ya, babe?” you sigh, nodding. You explain to him your problem, to which he intently listens. He’s surprised, slightly mad at himself for not seeing sooner.

“ Fuck, that sounds brutal. How come you didn’t tell Daddy sooner, huh?”

“ Well, never-mind. We gotta problem and it needs a cure of some sort.”

You try many different things: hot baths before bed, no television or screens a few hours before you sleep, cocoa and milk, sleeping pills, cuddles, the whole works. Eventually, your symptoms die down to the point that you can sleep somewhat restfully.

Blonde is so good about it, never judging you or anything like that at all. He only wants to see you healthy and happy, and he loves you no matter what despite his gruff attitude.

MR. PINK/JEREMY DAVIDSON:

I headcanon that Pink has insomnia born out of his constant paranoia and anxiety. So he’s already a light sleeper anyways, always having intense difficulty at nighttime.

You don’t even have to tell him that you struggle too, because he knows the signs immediately. It takes one to know one, as an old saying goes. But he doesn’t come out and say that he knows, wanting to respect your privacy. He may be callous and unkind, but he isn’t unfeeling. It’s embarrassing to him, so he can only imagine what it’s like for you.

You do want to tell him, but you understand that he has major problems with his sleeping patterns, so you don’t want to steal his thunder for a lack of a better term. Pink hates to see you so hesitant, it drives him crazy. It feels like a slap to the face, that you don’t trust him enough to help you out in that regard.

Both of your mood swings, irritability, exhaustion, and bad blood grow until you two break out in a harsh argument. He calls you out for your lack of transparency with him, the insults flying from both of your mouths. Eventually, after walking away from the conflict, you two make up. He feels horrible for being so hard on you. You’re laying in bed alone when he comes up from behind you, and pulls you into his arms.

“ I just wish you’d have said something, Y/N. Goddammit, I’m not unapproachable, y’know.” You playfully smack him, a smiling cracking across his face. He breathes out a quick apology, as do you. You explain your sleeping issues to him then. The whole time, he hums in agreement with you. He relates to every single one of your problems there, understanding the struggle better than anyone.

“ I feel you there, hot stuff. Ain’t it shitty the way things like that dominate your whole life even when you can’t do anything about it?”

“ Look at me, boy. I love you, and we’ll figure out how to tackle this together, m’kay?”

He is diligent in trying to find remedies, bringing home books, talking to doctors, and even going on the Internet, primitive as it may be. Eventually, you two hit on it. What you find works especially well is taking a hot shower, massages to your sore muscles, having chamomile tea as gross as it is for Pink, and cuddling together. It doesn’t solve all of your problems, but it does help.

It’s a whole new world for Pink, and he’s so grateful that he had you to help him figure it out.

MR. BROWN/JOHNNY CAMPBELL:

Bless this sweet little cinnamon bun, he’s almost as deep a sleeper as Blonde. Think snoring, hogging the bed, drooling, and sleep-talking, he has no troubles at all. In fact, you’d say he sleeps too much. Plus, he has the weirdest dreams. You’ll just randomly hear him quoting movie lines in his sleep, sometimes he even throws Bruce Lee punches or plays the synthesizer while zonked out. You’d find it hilarious if you weren’t having such a hard time falling asleep.

You will have to tell him at some point. He’s so inept with social cues, bumbling and clueless about reading into emotions. He’s better at it with you, but you’re still going have to physically say something to him. However, he isn’t as out of his depth like some would think. He isn’t stupid, he knows something is up with you. The tiredness, jumpiness, dark circles under your eyes, paling skin, sudden mood changes, it’s all adding up inside the back of his head. Calling it by name is what is difficult for him.

You’re not worried about what he’ll think of your sleep struggles, you know that he’s a nonjudgmental bean who absolutely adores you. He only wants to make his sweet baby boyfriend happy how ever he can. It’s unthinkable to him that people might not like you as much as he does. What you do worry about is how upset he’ll be over it. You don’t want to stress him out in anyway with your problems. He already has enough on his plate with the Reservoir Dogs and his day job, heaping him with more would make you feel guilty.

But like all secrets, they eventually get told. You were on the phone with your best friend when he came home from a job with the Dogs. He was quiet when he came in, wanting to surprise you with cake, party stuff, and glow-sticks for an abrupt dance party when he got home. When he walks into the living room arms full of stuff, he is thrown headfirst into your conversation. Right in the middle of you telling your friend all about your sleep struggles. He is stunned, too shocked to even say a word.

When you hang up, you are startled to see him standing behind you gobsmacked. This wasn’t at all how you planned it, and you know that he’s no longer unaware either. He chuckles nervously, setting down the fun stuff on the coffee table.

“ Sweetie? What… what do you mean you’re not sleeping? Is something wrong?” You hug him, quick to assure him that you’re okay. You explain the situation, stroking his hair with a kiss on his head. He melts into your attention, but is still rigid with worry.

“ I get it, I’m just sorry I didn’t know sooner. Why didn’t you say anything, you know I love you more than anything in the whole wide world?” You nod.

“ You know what? Our party can wait till tomorrow. I think that the doctor is in and knows just what to do for his patient!”

He brings you to bed in his arms, and puts on one of your favourite movies on the television. Disappearing to the kitchen, he comes back shortly later with a full hot water bottle, calming tea, fuzzy blankets, and Febreeze. You can’t help but laugh at his goofy enthusiasm, he’s trying his best to make you feel better. That night, as he cuddles you close in his arms and to the sound of your favourite movie, you drop off and have one of the best nights of your life. Your symptoms slowly start to ease, not fully going away, but getting better.

Brown is so sympathetic and sweet about the whole thing, he just loves you so much and is only wanting you to be at peace. However he can help, he will!

I hope these were sufficent, I’m sorry for how late this req was! To everybody else who requested fics, I am working as best as I can on them, it’s just taking longer than I’d like. But don’t worry, I’m not pressured or rushed to do them! I love to write for you guys, so don’t hesitate to keep those asks and requests coming! Thank you again for your request anon, and have a great week everyone!

[centuriantalevevo]

Draco x Nonbinary Reader

Reader is AMAB, also this contains my headcanons lmao- hella OOC because of that (one of my headcanons, Draco has like.. multiple cousins who are basically on crack /j)

TW: transphobia and enbyphobia, with talk of biphobia. LGBTphobia in general. Misgendering

    5th year is.. Hectic.. Especially for a certain kid, Y/N L/N, who had to deal with a literal pink toad this year. Like.. ew? What made it worse, was they seemed to be the only kid in the school, well Slytherin specifically, that was… Different. Not in the normal, cliche sense, where ‘oh Y/N was drop dead gorgeous but abused by everyone around her, she can sing amazing-’, no. This isn’t your typical x Reader story, Y/N was different in the sense of Identity, Gender, specifically Gender Norms. They seemed to be all alone on this feeling, a feeling of discomfort, a feeling of loneliness despite multiple friends being in the room with them at this moment. They were away from earth, where no words can hurt. Where the erasure cannot get to them.

Oh god did the words hurt.

Oh? What words? You’re about to find out.

    “No, but did you hear some of the bullshit Umbridge was saying?” He asked, he as in the blonde. Draco. Draco Malfoy. “Especially to my cousin-” “You have a cousin?” Pansy asked, “Welcome to the conversation, first time speaking to me?- Yes, you are hella late to the conversation.” Draco groaned, “Now let me get back to the story” “Continue, which cousin? Darla?- Dominic?-” Blaise asked, “No, Jamie..” He responded quickly, “Oh hold on, what did the toad do to Jamie? I swear, if she hURT THAT PRECIOUS CHILD- Gryffindor or not, I love that girl to death” Blaise said quickly, interrupting Draco.

The blonde sighed deeply, “Blaise.. I love you to death but holy shit let me finnish, alright..” He took a breather, Y/N came back from their little world, queuing into the conversation. “Okay, so Umbridge had the AUDACITY to misgender MY COUSIN OVER AND OVER again! Misgendered her, invalidated her, you know that rule about like.. Something distance from the opposite gender? Yeah she’s forcing Jamie, a literal girl, to distance from girls and not guys-” He halted for a second, “No, my bad.. She’s forcing Jamie to stay away from both because she believe that Jamie is gay.. No, Jamie is a whole straight girl..” Draco ranted, “um.. Sorry to interrupt but… Jamie’s a girl? So how was she invalidated?” Y/N asked, tilting their head, Draco’s eyes moved to them, softening some.

    “Oh, you didn’t know? I thought everyone knew. Jamie is trans, she’s a trans girl specifically”

THERE! THERE IT WAS! They weren’t alone now.. There was someone who understood, yet they’d been clueless this whole time.

“I swear I will jack that woman UP” Blaise said lowly and Draco nodded in agreement. “Jamie was CRYING when she came to me, she could barely speak. That poor girl passed out from crying so much. She felt so hurt and the amount of dysphoria she felt was astronomically high.” He sighed, even he wanted to cry. “Like, damn bitch you didn’t have to out yourself as a whole LGBTphobe, you could’ve just stayed quiet and it would cost you nothing yet you chose to mess with a child who is related to the MALFOY family, very smart yes mhmm..” He growled in aggravation “Only merlin knows what she’d do if there was a nonbinary in the school, she’s probably dehumanize them.” He shook his head.

    “I’d commit a hate crime if I’m honest” Dominic said, coming from the stairs of the boys dormitory, “The LGBT had their way for a moment because she hadn’t thought about the gays, bisexuals and lesbians. Well.. the gays and lesbians, I don’t think she thinks Bisexuals exist..” He hummed, “She’s enforced the rule so now Darla can’t be near Daphne, luckily I don’t have a boyfriend.. The one time being single is a good thing.” Dominic dramatically cried.

“I will prove bisexuals exist, damn seems like I gotta stay away from ALL of you, sorry” Draco jokes, but was dead serious at the same time. “Until then, if there are nonbinaries in the school, technically they can by-pass the rules, if they present as masculine one day feminine the next. Or just androgynous to confuse the toad.” Draco then added, “I think I have to stay away from you guys too, shit Bisexuals can’t do ANYTHING” Blaise said, pretending to get up and leave.

So.. the students know of the nonbinary gender…

“Although, no surprise, Snape is always the decent one, along with all the other professors, and respect the trans kids pronouns, I’ve gone into his class to give him something during one of his lessons and heard him deliberately calling out kids that misgendered Jamie, it was amazing. And everyone says Snape is a bad teacher.” Draco says, smiling some at the memory. “Ooo! Speaking of which! While in Umbrdige’s class I think.. A few days ago, Snape actually found out about the incident and told her the fuck off for it-” “Damn, snape really said ‘trans rights are human rights’, go off honestly” Dominic interrupted, Draco nodded “The best look honestly, it was pure bliss watching that.” He responded.

Y/N finally managed to form words. “I.. didn’t know there was a trans person in the school.. A fellow trans person..” They said, mumbling the last part quietly, but Draco, Dominic, and Blaise caught it. “Fellow trans person?” Blaise tilted his head, and Draco glanced knowingly, the last part of their sentence was all he needed. They shook their head quickly, “Nothing” They shrugged, “Just nice to know”

It hurt, to be misgendered everyday, to be fair no one knew they were misgendering the kid. But they were so scared of being erased, discriminated against, that they said nothing. Since 1st year, pretty much.

They stretched some, “I'm gonna head to the library, I need to get studying done for Defense Against the Dark Arts, I’ll talk to you guys later.” They smiled, getting up, and grabbing paper, a quill, ink and their books from their dorm. Speed walking out, though it didn’t take long to hear a second pair of footsteps racing after them. Who the-

    “Hey, Y/N..” Draco trailed of, catching up to them quickly, “What’s up?” They looked at him from the corner of their eye, “There’s something you never told anyone, isn’t there?” He asked. Y/N averted their eyes and shook their head, “Nn… No..?” They sounded unsure, “Is that a statement, or a question because you don’t know?” He asked. He didn’t wanna be rude, but this was the only way he could truly confirm. If there was someone he had been accidentally misgendering, he wanted to stop that quickly.

    “I don’t wanna sound rude, nor put you on the spot.. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to but.. What are your pronouns?” he asked, he knew of the nonbinaries, he knew of them.. So it’s fine to tell him, yes? He was basically defending them. They shook their head, not ready yet. “Not ready? That’s fine, I can respect that. You can always tell me, you know that right? I’ll understand. And if not me, then Jamie will.” heHe had sincerity in his voice, Y/N simply nodded. “Noted, thanks Draco..” They smiled and headed to the Library.

    The next day, Defense Against the Dark Arts was boring as ever, all because of Umbridge. But she had a new lesson today, not the normal one though. She had been doing her usual bullying of Jamie, Draco had been on edge and heard about it earlier, fairly quickly too. It was like it was her MISSION to be an LGBTphobic idiot with no life. Jamie had mentioned nonbinaries before she dipped from class, arguing about trans in general with the woman, or.. Monster.. Both terms work. So she was now here, in front of kids, spewing out enbyphobic shit, and not planning on stopping.. Y/N was starting to cry, but tried their best to hold it in.

The first person to notice the distress was Draco, Hermione did too, as she sat behind Y/N but could see them jolting some, “These.. Non-binaries, are less than human. You’re either a boy, or a girl. Everyone agrees, yes? If you are born a girl, you’re a girl. If you’re born a boy, you’re a boy. It’s a mental disorder, and you need to be fixed-” “They’re normal.. They just happen to not feel like a guy or a girl..” Y/N said quietly, “Trans folk are human, they aren’t an it.. That’s incredibly hurtful..” They said, it took all their strength to keep their voice from cracking.

“What was that Mr. L/N?” Umbridge smiled that sweet yet disgusting smile, tilting her head.. No, that smile had more dangerous intent behind that. They flinched. “Is there something you would like to say sir?” She asked, stopping in front of them. “Trans people.. Are people.. Just because you’re too ignorant to learn doesn’t.. M..mean you- b-bring someone down b-beca-use of it..” Their voice started to crack, they hiccuped some. “I’m sorry.. Do you think you have more knowledge than me?” She asked, her tone was dangerous. “Y..yes. Clearly, I’ve d-done my research on this, th-there is science tha-at defends us” They said.

“Detention Mr. L/N.. For talking back to a teacher, when I am giving a lesson you are to listen, you’re too caught up in whatever freak show you tra-” Umbridge was cut off, “Don’t you DARE finish that damn sentence, I can promise you I am not against hitting a teacher and a woman at that.” Draco intervened, “There is a lot of science that backs transgenders up, plenty of brain science has shown there is a female and male brain, that’s what backs up trans girls and trans boys, the nonbinary is still being researched, but I can assure you it is much more than a mental illness. Yes, dysphoria is a disorder, it CAN be treated, it can be treated with Hormone Replacement Therapy, or HRT. It can be treated with transitioning. Some nonbinaries transition, some don’t feel dysphoric enough to transition, but at the end of the day they are still a they, I am still a he, and you are still a she. Just imagine if someone called you ‘he’, or even ‘it’ because they didn’t believe you were actually a girl-” “DETENTION, for BOTH of you.” Umbridge screamed, glaring daggers at both of them.

    “I’d take detention over hearing another second of the erasure, you’ve hurt my cousin enough, I’ll gladly take the blow for her. I thought Snape would’ve taught you.” Draco muttered, staring at her, “Both of you, leave. Now.” She said with a huff, Draco grabbed his things, but stopped Y/N when they tried to collect theirs, getting it for them, “Come on.” He said softly, leaving the classroom with the student.

He handed their things to them gently, “I.. Noticed you got really upset..” He said softly, “More like panicked..” They said softly, “It’s easier said than done, but try not to let her get to you. Some people just choose to stay stupid. Sometimes even I hurt from some of the shit she says. Damn the amount of biphobia I have heard from her is ungodly.” He sighed, “You’re bi?” They asked curiously, “Yeah, I thought it was obvious by now. I kinda stopped caring at like.. 2nd year, hell I made out with.. A lot of guys in 2nd and 3rd year, mostly to piss my father off because he’s also LGBTphobic, but also just because it’s fun, and guys are cute.” He said with a small grin, they laughed. “Fair enough, do what you can to piss the oppressors off” They joked, drying their eyes. He turned to head to the Slytherin Common Room, when their voice ringed out again.

“They/Them..” Y/N said, he turned around and tilted his head, “You asked what my pronouns are.. I use they/them. I’m nonbinary” They said softly, and Draco smiled with a nod. “Is there a different name you want to be called?” But they shook their head, “The name I introduced myself as is the name I want to use.” Y/N said, “Alright, come on. Lets go to the common room” Draco said, “I can probably try and get Jamie in there too..” He hummed softly.

    Later that day, it was after dinner, and all the Slytherins were in the common room. Aside from Draco and Y/N, “Do you want to tell them? Most of them are accepting, aside from a few exceptions, Pansy surprisingly is accepting.” He said quietly, and thought for a moment.. “Blaise told me a few of the kids got told off because they agreed with us.” He added, “I think.. I was always scared to say anything because I didn’t wanna be made fun of.. I didn’t know there was someone who was trans like me til you talked about what happened with Jamie..” They said, “Well, you’re safe here. Hell, I’m more than 110% sure that our headmaster is gay, so.. Do with what you will on that information” He said with a small lighthearted laugh, Draco kissed their cheek with a small hum “It’ll be okay.”

They’d chosen to tell them, they didn’t want to feel misgendered any longer, Umbridge aside. “Oi, everyone shut your trap for a second, I have something to say- THEO… Thank you” He said, after staring down Theodore for a moment. “Let us reintroduce someone, but properly this time. This is Y/N, they’re nonbinary, use they/them pronouns and the moment I hear any of you say something against that, I will personally come for you, with Jamie in tow.” Draco said, Y/N smiling a little with a small wave. “Could’ve told us sooner, but glad you did, especially after Professor Umbridge, good job” Blaise said.

    Even Pansy was accepting, they were all proud that you had the courage to say come out, and also that you said something to Umbridge.

This was fine, everything is fine. Umbridge wasn’t fine, but.. This was nice, being accepted as who you are, by people who you’d think would be the last people to ever accept you. The person you thought would be the last person to accept you ended up being the most accepting, which is ironic when you consider his dad. 

This was bad 😭

[avoresmith]

Off anon so you can respond privately if you prefer. Read the recent update, and as always was blown away, however Jesse's bit threw me for a loop. I felt like maybe I'd missed something or didn't read too closely. So I went back and re-read parts of previous chapters with more 'intimate' moments Jesse's had, and I'm not sure how Jesse's dick works? Or why Genji did not remark on it or had anything to say at all besides 'big!' lol. I don't understand why Jesse was worried about chafing (1)

(Note: even tho those notes say 1 and 3 there wasn’t actually a second one... I didn’t leave out anything, lol)

So I’m just gonna start by answering your questions in the most straight forward way possible, then probably talk for a lot dissecting the expectations I’ve been seeing which I think is central to a lot of the confusion (I’ve gotten a number of questions on this in the past few days) since I think that is all pretty interesting stuff. 

So: yes, Jesse’s body is pretty much indistinguishable from what you might expect someone AMAB to have, unless you really know what to look for. I will go a bit into the expectation that he have some kind of physical tell below, but in a universe with healing bullets, people made out of nanomachine clouds, and cyborg ninja boyfriends, I think it’s entirely believable that phalloplasty will level up what little is necessary to where this is possible and a dude with the money/means could have whatever kind of dick he wants. 

And no one missed any ‘flags’, because I made this decision a few months ago, after I posted chapter 12. 

The story there is, essentially, I was seeing some fantastic art of characters being represented as trans and it got me thinking about how I might be able to contribute to this, and then feeling bad that I had missed my chance by assuming the boys in Truce were cis. Then I thought that is silly, there is no reason trans men need to go around ‘flagging’ themselves, or looking some particular way, there’s no reason my trans character can’t have a massive cock in a universe where he can also have a fully functional robotic arm. 

While it may not be how I would’ve included Jesse as a trans character had I planned it from the start of Truce, I still felt it was better to do than not do. And I’m honestly pretty okay with his story, I don’t really feel like I need to go back and leave hints or anything. The dude’s been living as a dude since before puberty, he’s been stealth for almost 20 years. He honestly forgets it was ever a thing or that people might care or assign specific expectations to him based on the knowledge that he was born with a vagina.

(The rest is very rambly and going under a cut due to length):

Now, on to the various expectations, which I’ve been thinking about a lot the last few months, because I did realize for a number of reasons people WOULD be confused.

So expectation 1: If you reveal something late in the narrative there will be hints of that reveal earlier.

I think this is really fair to assume and probably exactly what I would’ve done had I planned this from the start. But the fact that I didn’t really have that opportunity anymore has had me wondering a lot at this. Whether or not it would be better writing to treat Jesse’s gender identity vs birth assignment as something that could have been puzzled out, and the assumption that he would have in some way ‘revealed’ himself as trans before now. 

I don’t really have an answer to this, it’s just something I’ve been fiddling around with. There is no single ‘trans experience’. Jesse isn’t a tumblr baby, he would probably not tell people he identifies as trans, he didn’t have the support of a trans community. He grew up in an anarchist state where the only thing anyone gave a shit about was how good he was at a murder, and boy was he good at a murder. It was fairly easy for him to dress and act in a more masculine manner and expect to be treated like a boy at a young age just because that is how he was most comfortable and I doubt he put much thought into until his mid teens or so.

(This is somewhat idyllic, I could’ve easily made Deadlock hell for him on account of this, but chose not to.)

Anyway, as a result of me making this choice late in the game, I made his story such that it makes sense that ‘being trans’ isn’t really a part of his identity. But I might have given him a different story and perspective had I decided this from the beginning.

2) Next! Trans Dudes Look A Certain Way (or at least their dicks do). I’ve already covered ‘in my science future world there is really no reason for this’, but! When we are talking representation I think this is a really important thing to look at and talk about. 

I was honestly motivated to make Jesse trans BECAUSE of comments from trans people on tumblr talking about how it was nice to be able to see themselves represented as attractive and desirable, and I’m aware a part of that is TODAY, with modern medical technology and also just people’s monetary options, trans men don’t have the option to have what Jesse has, basically. And so there is I think huge value to normalizing what IS available to trans dudes today, over the narrative of 'one day, in the future, maybe this'.

And I really don’t want to dismiss that. Soft cocks, cocks that can only get erect via implants, cocks grown via hormones, vaginas, and any combination thereof or anything else I am forgetting, are all totally valid representations of men’s bodies and deeply want everyone to be able to feel like their bodies are beautiful and attractive and sexual and sensual really regardless of what is going on with their genitalia. 

So while I can easily create an in character, in universe explanation for Jesse’s trans experiences and his body being Kind Of The Traditionally Ideal Male Form, I thought a lot about whether or not to just leave him cis when I realized I’d already canonized his physical appearance and THAT wouldn’t be representative of what I think a lot my readers (some of whom are trans men) would be able to identify with?

=|a

But, there is also a lot I’ve canonized about Jesse other than his big beautiful dick, like his ability to be a total badass, his somewhat confused crawl toward leadership, his emotional intelligence, his perspective on the world that allows him to do what he does and also sleep at night, his recent tendency toward being a gay disaster, how incredibly far he’s come since his childhood to be the man he is today. 

In the end there is no one character who can represent All Trans Dudes, in body or spirit. So I figured it was better to be doing something to add even a tiny bit more perspective and visibility, rather than not do anything because I’d missed my chance to check every possible representation box.

(And, by the way, your question was VERY kind, thank you for asking it. I don’t want it to seem as if because I DROPPED A LOT OF WORDS here, I was defending against an accusation you never leveled. I have in fact been thinking about this a SHITTON and since I have had like... idk, six or so people approach me with different questions all on this subject, I figured I would offer up my take on the whole thing as transparently as I could.)

[f1nalboys]

Not Doing This For You - Bday Fic

happy bday to @zhellas !!! He wanted this as a y/n fic but this is my first time ever writing for Nancy and I hope I did her justice!!! I hope you enjoy this!

WORD COUNT: 2079

WARNINGS: MASC!AMAB!Reader, nsfw, oral (male receiving), oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, orgasm denial, public sex, slight blood play? kind of??, nancy is mean heheh, reader is called a slut/whore/other demeaning names, nancy is into the humiliation aspect of it

Nancy fucking Downs. There was something about her that drove you fucking crazy. Maybe it was her smile - or, more often, her scowl - or maybe it was the way she carried herself, how she didn’t give a single shit about what anyone thought of her. Whatever it was, all you knew was that you had the hots for her.

Most nights you’d lay in bed with your cock in hand and just think of all the things you’d do to her. Or what she’d do to you. That was definitely a dirty little secret of yours; all you wanted was for Nancy Downs to suck you off and do whatever the fuck else she wanted. The only problem was that she doesn’t know who you are.

Well, she didn’t until the two of you got stuck in detention together for the next three weeks. What happened with you wasn’t your fault, honest to God, but you definitely knew Nancy had done something to get put in there. She sat down beside you in the classroom, throwing her bag down with a huff.

“Hey, you’re Nancy, right?”

“Why do you care?” Her voice was gravelly, deeper than most girls, and it matched her perfectly. She wore red lipstick, a darker, almost black, color on the edges of her lips. The very lips you had imagined wrapped around your cock dozens of times before. She raises an eyebrow at your silence and you swallow hard, stuttering out a response.

“Oh! No, no, I’m not trying to be, like, an asshole or anything! I’ve just seen you around and thought you looked cool.” She searches your face for any hint of sarcasm and, when she doesn’t find any, she smiles. It didn’t quite reach her eyes but you didn’t care. All that mattered was that she smiled because of you, because of something you said to her.

She turns towards you in her chair and rests her head in her hand. “Yeah, I’m Nancy. Who’re you?” The rest of the hour is spent talking. Not about anything in particular, mainly school related things, but by the end of the day she gave you her number. After you got home, you debated on whether or not you should call her. Would it be too soon?

Your ego told you it was, that you should play it cool and give it a day, but the eagerness of actually being able to talk to her and hear her voice before you fell asleep won and you dialed her number. She answered on the third ring. “Hello? Who the fuck is it?”

“Uh, it’s Y/N, from detention? You gave me your number and I figured, you know, that I should call.”

“You actually called the day I gave it to you?” She asked, her voice teasing. You weren’t sure if she was actually making fun of you, though. The two of you talked for a few minutes before she hung up without giving you a second to say goodbye. When you touched yourself that night you, as usual, thought of her.

After seven detentions and four phone conversations, you finally asked her out. “Hey, Nancy, I was wondering if you wanted to get something to eat with me after this? If you weren’t busy of course.” She accepted without a fight. You both took the bus to this little chain diner and ate, talking for an hour, and when it started to get dark she asked if you wanted to go somewhere with her.

“Don’t look so freaked. I’m not gonna kill you,” She grinned when she said it, grabbing ahold of your hand and pulling you down the road. Her smile was sharp, her teeth bared, and a very small part of you thought she was lying. She took you to a park out of town, one she said she went to with her friends. That made your heart flutter a bit; you were one of those friends, it seemed.

She sat you down at one of the park benches and sat down next to you, placing her hand on your knee. “Y/N, I know you like me.” You cough, caught off guard. She was staring at you with a glint in her eye. “Don’t lie to me either; I hate liars.”

“Y-yeah, I do. How… how does that make you feel?”

She laughs at you, this one tinged with cruelty, as her hand slid up your thigh. “Makes me feel like you’re a pathetic cunt-hungry whore.” Nancy was foul-mouthed but she had never said something like that to you before. Her hand is still moving and she palms you roughly and your legs open involuntarily. “See? You’re such a whore.”

Her words were laced with venom and yet you couldn’t help but love it. She could surely feel the way you were growing hard under her palm and the realization of what was happening hit you like a ton of bricks. “You… are you sure? We don’t have to…”

“Shut. Up.” Your mouth shuts and you watch as she unbuttons your pants. Her mouth was in a thin line, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. “You touch yourself to me, don’t you? Yeah, I fucking thought so. How many times have you cum thinking about me?”

You swallow hard. You aren’t sure if you were supposed to answer but then she's slipping her hand down your pants and palming you through the thin fabric of your underwear. “Shit! Yes, I did. I do. Fuck, I don’t know how many times.” You keep looking between her hand on you and her eyes that were burning into your own, unable to focus on just one of them at a time.

This was something you had thought about before but never in your fucking life did you actually think it would happen. You’re gasping, her name slipping from your lips, and she’s eating it up. “Such a filthy slut. That’s what you are, you know that, right? God, you’re pathetic, really. You’re lucky I’m doing this, lucky that I even give you the time of day.

With that she's standing up, yanking down your pants which you help her out with by lifting your butt up off of the bench. She pulls your underwear down just enough to pull your cock out and she’s on it, licking it from the base of your balls to your tip. Her tongue was long, almost fucking unnaturally long, and it felt amazing.

She takes you in her mouth, her tongue flattening as she bobs her head. Your hands are on the back of the bench, your knuckles white with how tight you were gripping the wood. She looked ethereal, and that fucking mouth of hers. “God, you’re perfect.”

Looking at you through her eyelashes she narrows her eyes, coming off of you with a pop. Her lipstick was smudged, spit gathered at the corners of her mouth. She kisses you hard, her manicured hand gripping your chin with a bruising grip. Her tongue slips in your mouth and she immediately takes control, her kisses sloppy and hard. When she pulls off of you she bites down on your bottom lip hard, breaking the skin, and she comes back with blood covering her teeth.

“Mmm,” You watch in awe as she swipes her tongue over her teeth, closing her eyes as she savors the taste. When her eyes open they’re darker, stormy, and she leans over to lick across your lip, collecting another drop of blood from the cut. “Don’t think I’m doing this for you. No, I’m using you. I’m treating you like the whore you are.”

She sits down next to you and lifts her skirt up slightly, revealing the black lacy thong she was wearing. “Hurry the fuck up.” You get off the bench in a second and get on your knees, not even bothering to tuck yourself back into your underwear. What she wanted you to do was obvious enough and you hook your finger around the thong and pull it to the side, your mouth attaching to her cunt instantaneously.

She hums as you get to work, your tongue swirling around her clit. You could nearly cum at the taste of her; she was fucking intoxicating. Your tongue prods at her hole, your nose running across her clit and she bucks up into you, her hand grabbing the back of your neck and forcing your face further into her.

“Fuck! Keep doing that,” She moans and your tongue starts moving in and out of her cunt, your head bobbing to help push yourself further into her. You were finding it harder and harder to breathe but you didn’t care, you would rather suffocate than stop eating her out. She was soaked, her juices covering the entire lower half of your face.

She cums without warning, her hips moving quick and all you can do is sit there, holding your head still, as she fucks herself onto your tongue. Collapsing back onto the bench, she watches in amusement as you gasp, sucking in the oxygen you had forgone that entire time. “You taste so fucking sweet,” She rolls her eyes at your words, grabbing your collar and kissing you roughly.

“I know. Now get up here and sit down so I can fuck you.” Your knees feel weak when you stand, sliding onto the bench beside her. She straddles you, her chest pressed against yours, and you hiss as her manicured hand grabs ahold of your cock, lining it up at her entrance. She sinks down onto you slowly, her forehead pressed against yours.

Your hands wrap about her waist and you try to move her, try to set the pace, and her nails dig into the flesh of your arm, thin crescent shaped lines of blood coming up underneath them. “Don’t fucking do that. I’m fucking you, remember?”

“Sorry,” Is all you can get out before she starts rocking her hips, throwing her head back in ecstasy. You felt great too, small moans and gasps of her name slipping from your lips. This spurs her on and she lifts her hips, pulling off of you almost completely, before slamming herself down onto you. She does it four times in quick succession before slowing down slightly.

She starts rocking her hips each time she comes down onto you and the sound of her arousal is loud, almost obscene. Your thighs are wet, her wetness dripping down off of her onto you. “Fuck, you feel so good,” You grunt and she lets out a breathy laugh, followed by a long moan. Unable to help yourself, you thrust up slightly and she gasps.

“Fuck! Do that again, it felt good,” You grin and thrust up again, hitting the bundle of nerves inside her, her walls clenching around you. Her arms wrap around your neck, holding you there and she pulls you in for a kiss, slipping her tongue in your mouth. Neither of you break your pace as her tongue swirls around your own.

You can feel her getting close, her pace sputtering and curses spilling from her mouth. Another thrust and she’s cumming, slamming down onto you and twitching. It’s intoxicating the way she falls apart, her ‘bad’ persona cracking as she whimpers your name. You were close yourself and you have to bite your tongue, hard enough to draw blood, to stop from begging her to move.

She smiles at you when her breathing evens out, a glint in her eye, and she lifts herself off of you. You’re coated in her cum, your thighs and part of your jeans soaked. Your eyebrows furrow together and you stare at her, confused. She shimmies her underwear off and tosses it at you. “This was fun.”

“Wait, I didn’t…”

“Cum? Yeah, I know. I was fucking you, remember, whore?” The sound of an approaching car spurs you into action and you tuck yourself back into your jeans, your face burning at the sight of yourself. You were painfully hard, unfairly hard, and you loved it. Loved that she would use you the way she did without bothering to get you off as well. Something about it was incredibly fucking hot. “Keep those. Maybe you can give them back to me in detention.”

She flashes you a wicked grin and walks off, the bus approaching. All you can do is swallow the lump in your throat and follow her.