#ftm care package

[innefably-gay]

hey, does anyone who uses trans tape to bind have any advice on where to buy latex free tape that ships to the UK, with covers included. also ideally is packaged discreetly?

[paymechildsupport]

JJK men x ftm!reader // how they help with gender dysphoria

-!! CW: dysphoria (obviously) , depression , slight body worship, body horror

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s. gojo

(the entire care package)

ᯓ★ really does not care about your body or whether or not it aligns with the traditional 'male' or 'female'

ᯓ★ as for dysphoria, he's pretty quick to pick up on a shift in your mood. gojo is far from stupid, and being around you so much has made it easy for him to recognize changes in behavior

ᯓ★ ESPECIALLY after geto, gojo absolutely despises watching you spiral. the way you avoid reflective surfaces, the way you seem to fold in on yourself, how you begin to become adamant about bathing, the way you continue to keep layering clothing, hoodie after hoodie, even in the summer heat.

ᯓ★ after geto, gojo is determined to never stand aside and witness the mental decay of someone he cares about. he can't do this again. maybe if he had been more insistent with geto he would have stayed, maybe if he was more insistent with your health things would be different

ᯓ★ and he was, -- he'd notice and immediately check in with you if he saw things going south. you will not be able to get this man off of you, he will be attached 24/7.

ᯓ★he would NOT let you neglect your physical health: he'd make sure you ate, that you were sleeping properly. if he'd notice you'd been in the bathroom for a while, or were stuck looking at your reflection, he'd check on you, hold you, snap you out of whatever mental spiral was occurring

ᯓ★ he'd be on top of binder breaks: gojo would make sure you give your ribs time to breathe. he hates watching you destroy yourself just to feel like you belong in your own body :(( he'd also be more than happy to give you some of his clothes, -- access to his whole wardrobe in fact. he looooves seeing you all cozy and swallowed up in his big baggy clothing and he's so freakishly large that all his clothing would instantly obscure your figure in the folds. the fact that its his clothing that brings you a sense of comfort makes him so unbelievably happy

ᯓ★ man's is rich rich, like pay rate through the roof. you'd have full access to any medical gender-affirming care and gojo would be more than happy to pay for it. he'd throw money at you anyway, he loves spending on you <3

ᯓ★ periods: he finally has an excuse to buy extra sweets. sugar makes everything better, right?? he'd go out and buy an unholy amount of candy and other sweet thing. chocolates, pastries, everything. they're all for you, and if you won't eat them then he certainly will

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s. geto

(body worship)

𐙚˖° he'd deify you in his cult, his darling lover

𐙚˖° he loves you and nothing changes that, -- at least you're not a jujutsu-less monkey (right?)

𐙚˖° geto would eternalize you forever in his worshippers, you were their god, -- and a god transcended the planes of gender and sex. your body is his temple

𐙚˖° he'd make you, and everyone else, see the beauty of your body, -- regardless of how horrible your skin made you felt. there was beauty in this suffering. he'd commission paintings and statues and tapestries and a bunch of other stuff, all depicting you for what you truly were-- heavenly.

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f. toji

(non-sexual showering)

‧₊ ᵎᵎ ✮ toji loves to take showers with you.

‧₊ ᵎᵎ ✮ he loves how physically intimate it is, how vulnerable both parties are

‧₊ ᵎᵎ ✮ early in the morning before work, late at night when he comes back. especially after a particularily hard assignment, -- he'd trudge back home at the stroke of midnight, shivering, and coated in blood,-- a majority of it not his. he can't wait to just strip off those wet, tight clothes and hop into the nice warm shower. he loves the rhythmic fall of the water, how it feels hitting his back, flowing over his countless scars. loves the way you softly trace his muscles, drawing intricate shapes into his skin as you massage his scalp with shampoo.

‧₊ ᵎᵎ ✮ helps momentously if you struggle with personal hygiene. never once does he let you feel anything short of handsome :3

‧₊ ᵎᵎ ✮ he especially loves it when you let him scrub you with soap. he's so gentle, running his large, warm hands over every inch of your body, cooing how beautiful, -- how perfect you are:

"My beautiful baby"

"There's my boy, my gorgeous boy"

"Look at you, so handsome..."

"My babyboy..."

(+ there's a 90% chance he has bigger boobs than you--)

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mahito

(he tried)

𝗓 𐰁˚𖦹 he'd meld your flesh into a nice big meatball and birth a curse -- don't gotta worry about dysphoria then :3

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r. sukuna

(the surgeon)

౨ৎ ⋆ ˚ he'd re-arrange your guts <3 (literally)

౨ৎ ⋆ ˚ like he'll actually lay you on a table and just start tearing into your flesh, splash around in your blood and other bodily fluids, and give you a nice live bisection

౨ৎ ⋆ ˚ he'll dig around in there for a while, maybe move some things around, just to mess with you, -- reversing your intestines, turning your living inside out, overall having the time of his life, -- like a lil' kid playing in the dirt and digging up rocks and worms. except, - the dirt is your flesh and the rocks are your organs

౨ৎ ⋆ ˚ most importantly, he'd rip your uterus out (romantically)

౨ৎ ⋆ ˚ that's right, he'll eliminate the source of all your problems, no more period cramps for you! (because he's just a nice guy like that)

౨ৎ ⋆ ˚ then, after he digs it out from the layers of meat and skin, pulling it out and feeling it around in his hand, -- he'll eat it :3

౨ৎ ⋆ ˚ nom nom

+ diy free bottom surgery

++ free top surgery if he uses cleave / dismantle

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[lago-morpha]

It’s possible to diy ftm hrt???

yeah dude. you can do this all on your phone too though it is less secure to use tor on one. keep in mind it's not really the most anonymous thing to send people paypal money for crypto or use tor on your phone but the police could not give less of a shit about people buying steroids or drugs in general for personal use. if you're not selling or buying distribution amounts they doooon't care

all you have to do is download tor (google it and click the first result or use the play store)

go on tor.taxi and pick a market, open the market link in tor [I use incognito]

get a crypto wallet [I used cake wallet]

buy bitcoin/monero/whatever with a P2P market, basically crypto version of reddit marketplaces [I used localmonero and sent paypal money in exchange for monero, make sure to follow the directions the market gives you, like not sending any money unless it says it's ok, you can always cancel if you feel like you're getting scammed and make sure to pick someone with lots of reviews]

send the crypto into your wallet on the market, wait

look up testosterone and make sure that it is shipping DOMESTICALLY. don't bother with customs. keep in mind 10ml = ten doses, if you're like me and take 2[50]mg biweekly. it'll be twenty if you take it every week.

place order! just fill out your shipping info and pay lol

it's pretty simple, remember to log in and release the money once your package arrives! [go to your orders and click the button that says release funds]. the other person is waiting on their money and it's helpful to release it as soon as you get what you ordered.

I hope this helps anon

[ladykailitha]

The latest in Lady Kai's brain just won't shut up about Steddie:

Noir AU

Non-homophobic 1920s (but still a little misogynistic, because that's genre). Because I say so.

Steve Harrington is a PI of some renown. His partner Robin Buckley, a ftm cross-dresser, so much so that with her height and gender neutral first name gets called he/him a lot. A misunderstanding either of are quick to correct.

They are always butting heads with Inspector Hopper and Sgt. Jonathan Byers.

It's cold and raining Thursday when Nancy Wheeler comes into their offices at Harrington and Buckley: Private Investigators.

She's as beautiful and deadly as cobra. She's needs help locating her long lost half-brother, Eddie Munson. Her father had recently passed and left him a large sum of money and if he's not found by the end of the month the entire estate is forfeit and all the money gets transferred to a charity for wayward mothers.

She shows him a picture of a young gap-tooth Eddie. And in the black and white photo, the resemblance is uncanny. She claims that their mothers were sisters and her father had an affair with his mother before she ran away with Al Munson.

So Steve starts digging and the cops are warning him off the case. Nancy Wheeler isn't who she says she is and to leave sleeping dogs lie.

Nancy seduces Steve for the information, but there's nothing to tell. Eddie Munson is a ghost.

Time is running out and Steve learns the truth. Nancy Wheeler is the head of a gang of thieves and Al Munson did a job for her, one that went bad.

Al hid the money and refuses to tell anyone where it is. He's set to be executed at the end of the month and she's trying to get her hands on Eddie to blackmail Al into giving up the location of the money.

Then Steve hits on a lead. Wayne Munson. The older brother of Al. He'd been living out in the country for the last decade and he might know where Eddie is.

Now it's a race to get to Wayne before Nancy does and tortures the information out of him.

Steve gets there first but Nancy gets the drop on him. She's threatening both of them with a gun about where Eddie is. But before she can harm either one, she gets hit on the back of the head, knocking her out.

There standing behind her crumpled body with an empty bottle of beer, Eddie.

They get to talking after tying Nancy up and taking away her gun. Eddie has been living with Wayne for the last decade and a half and Al wouldn't give a shit about him anyway. He was the one that dumped Eddie on Wayne's doorstep and never looked back.

Steve happily turns Nancy over to the police and the rush to the jail to see if they can talk to Al before the execution. But they arrive too late. Al drops from the gallows and his neck snaps.

Now no one knows where the money is.

Steve doesn't really care, Eddie and he falls in love. Then a package comes for Eddie. There's nothing in it but a note to Eddie about their shared love of stamps. Something Eddie hadn't cared about in over a decade. He's about to throw the box away when Robin stops him. The stamps.

They take them to a dealer and sure enough the stamps are worth several million dollars. Of which the dealer would happily pay for them. So they do.

When Hopper comes a knocking about their large pay out, Steve tells him he check the bank notes, they won't match the bank robbery.

Hopper leaves in a huff and the four of them Wayne, Robin, Steve and Eddie all live happily ever after.

[wajjs]

trans guy trans guy trans guy trans guy

hear me out, t4t guyhal. they're both ftm.

Hal used the ring to give himself top surgery, but he doesn't care about bottom surgery. plus the ring deals with the menstruation aspect. also the guardians gave him access to Premium Alien T so he has a bit of growing anyway and he's happy with that. he STILL struggles a lot with "what it means to be a man" and being "man enough" (# i'm just ken) as his canon self does

Guy has both top and bottom surgery. the full package. the guardians also gave him access to Premium Alien T + his vuldarian dna makes it so that it's more than crazy effective. literally if he didn't go around with a trans flag pin stuck to his vest no one would know he's trans. He does still struggle with being perceived as MANLY. THE MANLIEST MAN EVER. and then he makes out with Hal about it

[wurst-vacation]

If you’re still taking requests, can I get uhhh…Billy x Stu oneshot where Billy’s trans (ftm) and he’s dealing with dysphoria while also on his period? Signed, a transmasc on their period.

This is such a terrific idea, thank you for sending it! This will 100% be a first to write, but I’ll absolutely try my best :) ( Also I do apologize, I am not sure on how to write disphoria, so I tried my best <3 )

Also stay strong period cramps are srsly the worst ..

( FLUFF, S/O COMFORTING, FTM BILLY LOOMIS <3 )

Billy laid sprawled out on his best friend, but also very much boyfriend’s couch. One side of his ear pressed up against the couch cushions, laid on his side lazily, and careless. A decorative pillow was grabbed and tightly hugged against his chest. The table that sat in front of him, was already arrayed with various amounts of Tylenol packages, Ibuprofen, anything that Stu could throw out of his cabinet, even if the male needed it or not. It was a bit ridiculous, but he appreciated the gestures Stu would go through. Billy didn’t even have the energy to be Irritated at him, it really made him feel just that much better.

Only hours earlier had Stu found out the other was getting their once a month mishap, he immediately put it in his hands to treat Billy like an absolute king. It was all worth it, he adored him after all. Even the smallest gestures, Stu would begin to help him with. Need a glass of water? Stu was already out of the room, on his way to get it. Your back hurts? Stu would already be massaging it. He didn’t fully know the struggle of it all, of course, but he never went out of his way to pry that question out of Billy. He was sure he was moody enough.

The brunette rolled back around to stare up at the ceiling, wincing at the surges of pain that were going to be momentarily residing inside of him. It didn’t matter how many times he had endured his, it was horrible every time. Scowling, Billy held the pillow tighter. Part of him wished he wouldn’t have to have this at all. “Billy—!” Stu would suddenly chime, appearing from the hallway, and leaning up against the doorway that separated the kitchen from the living room. A bright smile was lit on his face, as usual. He had items piled up in his arms, to the point where he was definitely gonna drop it. Stumbling over, he dumped the contents onto the empty spot on the couch.

Billy slowly sat up, a light groan escaping his lips.

“..What is all this—? Stu, seriously, you don’t need to get me all this.” He murmured, staring down at the pile, noticing a heating pad, a couple of vhs, a blanket, and some snacks that only one would eat when they truly didn’t care. God knows how much sugar was in it. Stu positioned his elbows on the arm of the couch, farthest away from Billy. “Stuff I got for you, duh. “ He bluntly responded, picking up one of the VHS, and shaking it around like a treat in front of a dog. “I.. Know a little bit about this, don’t doubt me here.” He added with a curl forming on his thin lips, hesitant at that second , as if the reaction Billy made was enough for him to doubt the generosity he went out of his way to do. He couldn’t resist that look, could he? He really didn’t deserve Stu, he was seriously the best he could ask for. Billy, throughout another ached cramp, gave him a small smile. He sat up a little more to where he could properly look at him, his back pressed up against the rough sofa cushions.

He looked at the VHS tape Stu held. ‘The Exorcist’ , his favorite. He then looked back down at the ‘care package’ of items that Stu had dumped down in front of him.

Stu really cared about him. A sudden rush of emotion filled him again in a swing.

“Augh, I’m sorry man. “ Billy rubbed one of his hands over his face, letting in a harsh breath. “I’m not mad, really.” He paused, looking back up at him, letting go of the pillow he was using to suppress his cramps. “I really appreciate it.” He murmured, immediately averting his gaze. He felt as if he could cry. It wasn’t long till Stu joined to sit besides him.

“I get it.” Stu replied in a hush, before wrapping an arm around his partner, and gently pulling Billy in for an embrace, taking into consideration his aching abdomen.

“..Do you?” Billy muttered, glancing up at him again, weakly resting a hand on his shoulder. Yeah, the Tylenol wasn’t really helping, but Stu being there was more ales what Billy needed much more than pain relief. “Of course I do. I helped Tatum out with it like— all the time.” The other giggled, shrugging his shoulders a bit. He wanted to assure Billy that it really wasn’t that big of a deal. Overreactions weren’t an overstatement though, Stu understood the whole hormonal thing and all that. To the best of his ability at least.

Billy nodded his head slowly, tensing up for a moment to adjust the collar of his shirt. “I guess your right. I’m sorry.” He murmured in response, still looking away. He focused on a small area of the wall to distract himself. Looking at Stu would only make him more emotional.

Stu sighed, pulling him back in again. This caused Billy to press his head up against the other male’s chest, soothing into the noise of his heartbeat. Another shaky breath exasperated out of him, closing his eyes for a moment as he waited for a response.

“Don’t stress it! Just relax, I’m here to attend to anything you want, okay?” He assured, cocking his head to the side, looking down at the Male. The boy he would do anything for. Oh, how he adored him so much.

Billy sniffed, slowly looking back up again. He met Stu’s relaxed, beaming gaze, and it couldn’t help but make him feel at ease again. All his irritation, stress, everything washed away once more.

He didn’t even have to say okay, that reaction was enough for Stu to know, and understand. No words needed to be spoken between them.

They held that embrace for a while. It was all they needed after all. After a moment, Billy lifted his head enough to where he could speak into Stu’s ear.

Clearing his throat awkwardly, he quietly asked.

“..Can we watch ‘The Exorcist’ or not?”

[asexual-spongebob]

Wail Of The Siren - Chapter 1: The Stolen Salmon

(Originally published April 24th, 2024 on ao3 I finally decided to to cross post it here)

Notes:

(April 24th, 2024)

Hi everyone! I’ve been very excited to share this fic so here it is! I’m a sucker for merfolk, sirens, selkies etc and I noticed there wasn’t a whole lot of merfolk/siren Dib fics, so I decided to write one myself. i also included Gaz for funnzies. Not to mention MerMay is coming up. I had fun figuring out things and even doing a little research (I listened to some lemon demon songs specifically for dib, because I saw how so many people associated him with lemon demon songs so i listened to a few and they were great! I liked them! Love the vibes.) And while I haven’t seen the show for myself, I took some inspiration from Siren, based off some clips I saw on the internet. Also here’s some my hcs I’ll be using in this fic :): Dib - he/they, ftm, bi. audhd Gaz - she/her, mtf, asexual, lesbian. audhd. Zim - he/it/xe, nonbinary, bi. Tak - she/mew, transfem + catgender, asexual, lesbian Mimi - she/it, aroace. Gir - it/he, aroace. Keef - he/they, unlabeled. I have feeling these chapters will be in the 1k-3k range, maybe 4k? for longer chapters (which will probably be towards the end) I should also mention that this takes place in a fictional version of Detroit- basically if salt water beaches exist there (yeah trust me that sounds kinda stupid but then again I think I have a free pass because this is fictional-) Anyway, I had a blast writing this, hope y’all enjoy!

It was three the morning. Dib tossed and turned in his bed.

Fish… raw bloody fish. 

Dib threw his covers to the floor. 

MUST. EAT. RAW. FISH!

Dib slipped on his slippers and ran downstairs, not caring if his younger sister, Gaz heard him. 

He desperately searched the fridge for raw fish.

They dug around in the drawers, until they finally found some raw salmon in the meat drawer. 

They ripped open the packaging, and held the slimy, orange fish in their hand. They started ripping bits of meat off like a rabid dog. 

Gaz had been trying to fall asleep, but was interrupted with the sound of her sibling running loudly down stairs.

Gaz went to investigate, she quickly walked downstairs, only to see her sibling aggressively eating raw salmon. 

“Dib what the fuck?! Why are you eating raw fish?! That isn’t good for you!!!” Gaz gasped of disbelief as she glanced over Dib’s shoulder. How stupid is he ?! Gaz thought.

“I wanted to eat raw fish okay?!” Dib snapped as he chewed. He just wanted to eat his fish in peace. 

Gaz always thought her brother was kind of weird. But not so weird he’d eat raw fish.

“Dib. You’re going to get sick if you eat that!” Gaz scolded, genuinely worried about her brother. 

“I just wanted to eat fish damn it.” He said with a grunt. 

“If you wanted to eat fish so bad then you should’ve cooked it dumbass. If you get sick then don’t blame me.” Gaz grumbled, heading back upstairs.

Once Dib had finished eating their fish, they went back upstairs after washing their hands.

One week after the “Dib ate raw salmon” incident, Dib went to the beach after school. He almost never went but he thought it’d be fun.

He somehow managed to convince Gaz to come with him. 

Dib dove into the water, it felt nice and cool, it was refreshing, until his legs began to feel weird that is. He felt a sharp, agonizing pain in his legs. It was as if they were fusing together.

Dib looked down at his hands in horror. They were weird, green and scaly . And webbed to. 

Like that of an otter’s paws with the addition of fish scales. 

Dib let out a screech of horror. 

What is happening to me?! Dib asked himself. 

Wait. The lab. 

Two weeks earlier 

Dib was lurking in their father’s personal lab in the basement, they were looking at chemicals. “Dib. Why are you in here?! You’re gonna get caught!” Gaz said as she glanced over her sibling’s shoulder. 

“Oh yeah? Then why are you in here?! Do you want to get caught to?!” Dib shot back, turning to face his sister. 

“I went looking for you dumbass. I noticed that you were gone. I’m sorry for being worried about my brother!” She snapped. 

Dib dropped the glass vile he was holding on the floor. 

It shattered into little pieces. 

The chemical had spilt on the two of them!

Dib had a frantic expression on his face.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry!” He said. 

Gaz let out a sigh. “Damn it Dib.” She remarked, then leaving the room to wash off the chemical.

Ah shit. It was the chemical!!!!!  Dib realized. 

Dib swam to the shore. 

“GAZ!! GAZ!!!!” He shouted frantically, “what?!” Gaz questioned with annoyance.

Gaz wandered closer.

She flinched. What the fuck happened to Dib?! Why did he have weird webbed hands and  a weird scaly tail?!

“What the fuck happened?!” She gasped, a expression of horror on her face. 

“I-I think it was that chemical from dad’s lab I had spilt on us….” Dib frowned. 

“Ah shit! Does this means I’m a fish freak too?!” Gaz spat “probably!” Dib replied, Gaz stepped into the water.

She felt a sharp pain in her legs. It was like they were fusing together. 

She flopped onto her back. She noticed she had the same weird scaly hands and tail as Dib, but instead of green they were purple.

“Damn it Dib.” Gaz sighed. How could her day get any better.

Keef sat in his boat. 

He was fishing, he was planning on bringing some home to cook.

They had placed a large salmon in the bucket, they then began to fish again, they’d caught a tuna. 

Keef turned around to place the tuna  in the bucket, but something made a him flinch. 

A strange, scaly looking hand reached in and snatched the fish right out of the bucket. 

Keef let out a gasp of horror. He began to shiver.

Keef wandered closer to get a better look, but all he saw was bubbles and a strange fish like creature swim away.

What was that?!

Keef ran down the hall, shouting Zim’s name.

Ever since the florpus hole incident, Zim and Gir decided to stay on Earth, considering they didn’t have another choice. So Zim started to hang out with Keef again out of boredom.

“What?!” Zim said, annoyed. 

“You’re not gonna believe what I saw!!” Keef said.

“What did you see?” Zim asked. 

“It was a weird creature! It had this scaly hand and it stole my fish!” Keef explained. 

“What was it?” Zim asked, now intrigued.

“I don’t know! It was webbed, strange, and scaly looking. It surely wasn’t human.” Keef began “it looked kinda of like a human and fish!” He continued.

“Are you sure you weren’t just seeing things?” Zim questioned, raising an eyebrow. 

“I’m sure. I saw it with my own eyes.” Keef replied. 

Dib was standing next to Gaz against the locker, he overheard the conversation between Zim and Keef. 

Dib felt knots form in his stomach upon overhearing it. Gaz noticed the expression on her brother’s face. 

“What’s wrong, Dib? You seem scared.” Gaz expressed. 

“They saw me Gaz… I feel bad too.. I had no idea that was Keef’s fish. All I saw was a bucket handle and all I heard was the sound of a fish being thrown in it.” Dib admitted with a frown, slumping his shoulders.

“Dib you’re such an idiot! You have to be more careful! You could’ve been caught!” Gaz scolded. “You shouldn’t be stealing fish off fishermen’s boats! You should catch it on your own. That’s what I do.” Gaz adds, face palming at her brother’s stupidity.

“Thanks. I’ll remember that next time.” Dib replied, then walking to class. 

Dib stared at the clock, hoping the day would soon be over so he could go home. 

After many hours of skool later, Dib was ready to get out of there, excited for the three weekend. They ran as fast as their legs could carry them. 

Dib walked beside their sister on the way home, they offered her their hand, and received an angry remark in response. 

“I’m not a baby anymore Dib. I don’t need to hold my brother’s hand.” Gaz spat, “oh um.. okay…” Dib frowned, he should’ve been used to his  sister’s coldness by now, but it still hurt. 

Once the two arrived home, they both went upstairs to their rooms, knowing their dad wouldn’t be home in some hours. 

Dib was dancing to Lemon Demon in his room, he was blasting it on repeat to his sister’s dismay.

“Amnesia was her name, she had beautiful eyes” Dib sang along then stopping. “Wait what?” Dib gasped, blinking several times. Usually his singing sounded absolutely horrible, but now it sounded heavenly? 

Dib had a feeling he knew what him and Gaz were now. 

Wait… are we sirens? Dib questioned, then whipping out his computer and making a quick google search.

Dib put “siren definition” in the search bar. 

“Sirens are mermaid like creatures who have heavenly singing voices, which they use to lure sailors to their deaths. In most stories they are antagonists, but in some, they’re just misunderstood.”

That was the answer. He was right.

Dib ran to his sister’s room, he then knocked on the door.

“WHAT DIB?! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!” Gaz shouted, “I wanted to show you something!” Dib insisted, Gaz opened the door with a annoyed expression on her face.

“What do you want Dib? I was trying to make a pmv.” Gaz spat, “I figured out what we are.” Dib said “what do you mean? Isn’t pretty clear that we’re fish freaks?” Gaz replied, her voice filled with annoyance.

“We’re sirens.” Dib began. “They’re these mermaid like creatures but they tend to look more scaly looking. Like us. Not to mention they’re known for their heavenly singing voices.” Dib finished.

Gaz gave Dib an annoyed look. “Okay Dib. I don’t care. Just go away. I want to be left alone.” Gaz snapped. Dib nodded and walked out of the room.

He walked back to his room and began to his homework.

“Who thought it’d be a good idea to put letters in math?!” Dib complained.

Dib was so very confused, overthinking everything. 

Dib finished his homework, not giving a shit if it was incorrect. 

Dib crawled into bed after shoving his homework into his backpack, ready for a goodnight’s sleep, pulling his moth man plushies close, saying goodnight to each and everyone of them before drifting off to sleep. 

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➥He uses his tail to comfort himself and he learnt it from fizz ➥He watches My little pony in secret and his favourite pony is Princess Celestia ➥He uses ‘’:3’’ A lot in texts ➥Blitzø definitely made A stolas horse oc(i think it is canon? Nvm i thinks not canon ) ➥Blitz is Trans(FTM) ➥He def made a pony horse that looked like mille,moxxie,loona, and fizz ➥Blitz Sometimes goes non-verbal (the others dont get it when he goes non-verbal and he uses his phone to talk or sign language !! Only Loona/fizz knows about him sometimes going non-verbal) and sometimes stims ➥Blitz Blames himself for stolas getting bc he didn’t come to save stolas from getting hurt and then he self punishes himself ➥Blitz Flinches a bit bc of his dad ➥Blitz has a habit of staying still without moving for a while and it scares the others a lot ➥Blitz sometimes age regression

[nohonestwaysout]

Name: Arackniss

Human name: Nicolò

Nickname(s): Nissy

Gender: Male (ftm transgender)

Pronouns: He/him

Orientation: Homoromantic homosexual

Date of death: 1950 (poisoned)

Height: 5'4"

Appearance: A relatively short spider with a penchant for sweets, Nissy commonly prefers colorful clothing and makes absolutely no attempt to blend into a crowd. He likes sticking out, he knows he’s pretty, and he owns it. He’s not opposed to dressing in effeminate styles or using makeup, and he’s never seen without some form of candy or treat either in his mouth or stored away in his pockets. Like his brother Angel, he’s got eight eyes (although his are different in location and color). His sclera are a light green while his irises are a darker green. He also possesses six arms (with the lowermost pair being retractible) and two legs ending in two-toed spider paws.

Personality: Arackniss, otherwise more commonly known as Nissy, is a flirty albeit highly skilled sniper with a penchant for sweets and cute boys. He’s a great cook but baking is where he truly excels and what he invests all of his time in - it helps that he can make care packages for his always exhausted brother. He has no qualms about killing anyone who threatens his family, and he’s very supportive of those he cares about. When his brother revealed that he liked men and was met with hostility from their mother while they were alive, Nissy stepped up and declared that he was a boy so that Angel wouldn’t have to feel as though he was alone in facing their mother’s ire. To this day he refuses to contact his mother or his estranged sister, preferring instead to live as quietly as possible with the rest of the spider mafia when he’s not out on jobs.

(Credit for the art goes to @chainsaw-to-the-heart!)

[breedaboyd]

Day 23 ~ Happy Birthday, Wolff

(Gif by me.)

Prompt: Weapon Play.

Pairing: Eli Klaber × Stephan Wolff (FTM!OC).

Word Count: 5.9k+

CW: Body worship, dirty talk, gunplay, oral fixation, pegging, pet play.

Klaber has always had a fascination with guns. From a young age, he was drawn to their cold, metallic allure. The way they glisten in the dim light of the backwoods Kentucky streets, the weight of power they placed in his hands; it intoxicated him.

It's not just about the thrill of holding a deadly weapon; it's the raw, visceral connection he feels when he squeezes the trigger, the surge of adrenaline that courses through his veins as he watches another body crumple to the floor. The scent of gunpowder and the tang of blood in the air have a peculiar effect on him, stirring something deep within his core. He closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting the acrid aroma envelop him, knowing that in this moment, he holds the all the power he's ever wanted. But it's not just the act of wielding a gun that creates that familiar twinge of arousal.

Paradoxically, when the barrel of a weapon is pointed at him, he feels a rush of exhilaration and vulnerability that's equally alluring. The sheer force and authority of the person holding the gun, the implicit threat of violence; it arouses a need within him to submit, to surrender. In those tense moments, when the cold steel of a pistol presses against his skin, Klaber's overcome with an almost shameful excitement. His heart races, his breath quickens, and his body responds with a surge of need that he can't control. It's a forbidden thrill, a dangerous dance between dominance and submission that leaves him simultaneously ashamed and intoxicated.

For Klaber, guns are more than just instruments of violence; they're a reminder of the darkest corners of himself and the way he's drawn to the very things that both terrify and titillate him.

It was another day on the road and they'd finally stopped at a hotel in DC, where Voller had a talk the next day. Something on space engineering or something of the like. None of the team really cared. But, as this was the case, Voller quickly ate dinner and retired to his room to prepare but the four other men had migrated to the bar for...some reason or another.

"Stephan, you...know it's your birthday, right?" Cyrus asks and the eldest man shakes his head.

"No? Oh, God, how old am I now?" Wolff asks and Cyrus grins.

"Fifty-five, I think?" And Hauke nods.

"Scheiße, really?" Stephan chuckles and leans back, finishing off his second beer.

"Mm-hmm. You're an old man now, Herr Doktor." Klaber laughs and Wolff slides a hand around the blonde's waist.

"I have been for a long time, Liebchen." He replies and pulls the younger man a bit closer, earning a blush from the younger man. "What say we head upstairs and I show you how spry I can be?" He purrs and Klaber flushes pink. Cyrus crinkles his nose and Hauke rolls his eyes.

"Well, before that, I think we've got a couple things to give you." The hitman says and Wolff turns his attention back to Cyrus.

"Oh?"

"Schätz, would you do the honours?" Cyrus asks and Hauke lifts a box onto the bar. It looks heavy. Wolff stares at it for a moment before Cyrus nudges his shoulder. "Go on. Open it." The hitman encourages and Stephan back a little so he can get his hands on the package.

"... What is it?" Wolff asks before doing as told and opening it. Cyrus rolls his eyes.

"We know what happened to your last good one, so I thought to myself; where the Hell are you gonna buy a new one that's good enough?" Cyrus begins, letting Wolff puzzle through the rest of it. Then it clicks and he gently lifts a mint green typewriter out of the box. He stares at it for a moment, a Hermes Baby portable typewriter, the angle just right as the low light of the bar shines off the Tiffany blue keys. It's beautiful. "... If you don't like it, I'm sure Voller'll gladly take it." Cyrus says softly as Wolff looks up and smiles.

"This is amazing. Thank you, Cyrus. And Hauke, I assume." He says, his voice soft and genuine, and Cyrus grins.

"Shut up, Stephan. We both pitched in because we felt bad for what happened to your last one." Cyrus replies as Stephan wraps his arms around the hitman's shoulders. "You're welcome." He says softly. Then Hauke is the next to get a hug and, when the huge man wraps his arms around Wolff, there's a crack and Cyrus damn-near thinks he's snapped the medic in two. But Wolff stumbles back to the bar with a small, pained smile.

"I got you somethin' too." Klaber says, reaching into his pocket.

"Shield your eyes, Schätz." Cyrus jokes and Wolff shakes his head exasperatedly. Klaber pulls out a gleaming pistol, a Smith and Wesson Model 57. The metal gleams and he holds it out to Wolff. He blinks at it.

"I know you're not really one for guns but I figured you should have somethin' just in case." He says and carefully take it into his hands, feeling the heft of it. It's the second time in...God knows how long that he's held a gun in his hands for longer than five seconds and he idly rolls the barrel.

"Liebchen, this..." He says before stopping himself. He needs to be careful, mindful, rational, especially with Klaber about to blow his load, seeing the medic handling the pistol like he is. So he simply slips it into his pocket and takes the youngest man in his arms. "Thank you, Liebchen."

"Okay, now, you can head up and do...whatever it is you do to each other." Cyrus chuckles and Wolff turns to Cyrus, giving him a shy smile. "Go on, we'll stay here for a few more drinks. Maybe then you won't keep us up all night." He jokes, turning to face the bar.

The journey up to the room seems far too long and Wolff can feel Klaber's eyes on him. It seems both of them are a bit excited if Klaber's stiff walk is anything to go by.

When they get in the elevator, the blonde presses Wolff against the wall, arms thrown over the younger man's shoulders to pull him closer. Wolff isn't sure if it's Klaber's natural taste or the taste of the scotch he downed like water but it's sweet and smooth, like smoky caramel, and he can't get enough. His warm, calloused hands slide over Wolff's stomach and sides and he shudders softly, letting Klaber push him further against the wall and rut against his hips. Oh, God, the pressure has him gasping—

But then the doors open on their floor and Wolff and Klaber are met with the disapproving stares of an elderly couple. They both slowly pull apart, Wolff moving to grab Klaber's wrist. The older man drags him down the hall and shoves him into their room as they try to disguise their laughs and chuckles.

Wolff slides the pistol from his pocket and Klaber feels a shiver run down him. His fingers look so perfect curled around the grip, finger on the trigger. It only sparks a reminder of what those fingers and hands can do, especially on the blonde's body. Wolff seems to notice his predatory look and his gaze lowers. A small smirk pulls at the corner of his lips. He's always known Klaber's had a kinkier side but it only becomes more apparent in situations like this. Seeing the doctor handle a gun in such an expert manner, imagining what it would feel like to have it pointed at him.

"Are you alright, Liebchen?" He asks as he kicks off his shoes and Klaber takes a few steps towards him.

"Y-Yeah, I'm great. You have...no idea how fuckin' hot that is." He mutters and Wolff arches a brow.

"Oh?" He asks softly. Klaber takes the medic's hand and guides the muzzle under his jaw. The older man stops, eyes wide, watching the way Klaber's breath stutters and his hands shake. "Oh, Liebchen, you really love this, don't you?" Wolff asks softly and grinds the pistol against the soft flesh under Klaber's chin.

"Nngh, Stephan, please..." He whines and lets his back arch when the muzzle is slowly dragged down his neck. Wolff backs him against the wall, trailing the front sights along the younger man's clavicle. Klaber's knees want to buckle, his hips rock desperately against the medic's thigh and he struggles to catch his breath.

"What do you need, mutt?" Wolff asks and Klaber whimpers. He's trembling; his chest is tight, his nerves buzz and the tension in his pants hurts.

"Please, Herr Doktor... Please..." Klaber manages and Wolff chuckles.

"Tell me what you want, mutt." He repeats softly and angles his leg, dragging his knee up against Klaber's crotch. The larger man lets out a shuddering sigh, tangling his hands in Wolff's blazer and scrabbling for purchase. Oh, he's already so needy, so desperate, and Wolff smirks at the mess of a man below him.

"Please, fuck me... Please, I need it, Herr Doktor, please!" Klaber begs and he claws at Wolff's back. Wolff drags the barrel of the pistol down the other man's chest, over the slight paunch of his belly, running over the zipper of Klaber's pants and making him choke on his words.

"You strip down for me, mutt, nice and slow, and maybe I'll let you have it in your mouth." Wolff purrs and Klaber whines because, fuck, that sounds amazing.

Wolff settles on the side of the bed, pistol still trained on the blonde, watching as the younger man slowly strips off his blazer and drops it to the floor. He reaches for the buckles of his heavy, leather shoulder harness, fumbling. The straps sag and slacken as he works the buckles through and after a moment, it drops to the ground with a thud. His tie's next, pulling the knot free and slipping it through his collar. He glances up at Wolff, searching for some kind of confirmation that he's doing good and Wolff gives him an encouraging grin, arching a brow. And that's more than enough. Klaber reaches for the buttons of his shirt, slowly popping them open one by one. He slides the shirt off, adding it to the pile of clothes on the floor. The sight of him, all that exposed, scarred, pale skin, he has no idea how absolutely captivating he is. Wolff can't take his eyes off him. Klaber pants softly as he works his belt, trying not to just rip the damn thing off. But Wolff doesn't seem to like that.

"Slow down, mutt." He says firmly. "We've got all night." The older man instructs and Klaber stops, looking up at him again. "Good dog." Wolff's grin widens when the blonde flushes, his cock straining in his slacks. Wolff's got him wrapped around his finger, so obedient, so willing to submit. Klaber tries to slow his frantic movements, pausing after popping the button on his pants and easing down the zipper. It's maddening, the way Wolff watches him undress; it's almost as if he's studying him, dissecting him from afar and cataloguing it all away. His fingers pull the slacks down and he steps out of them before toeing off his shoes, a shiver racing up his spine. Socks, sock suspenders, briefs. Fuck, he's half-dressed, almost naked, maybe more turned-on than he's ever been in his entire life, and Wolff's still fully clothed. He's nervous, oh, God, the gun is still trained on him, not wavering even an inch, not even when his cock throbs, leaking into his briefs, or when his head starts to get all swimmy. "Heel, mutt." Wolff orders and Klaber nearly gets carpet burn as he scrambles to get to his knees. The muzzle of the pistol is pressed under his chin again and Klaber keens, his cock aching in his briefs. "Good dog. Now, would you like this in your mouth, mutt?" Wolff asks as he grinds the muzzle against the blonde's jaw. And, God, does he want it.

"Please, Herr Doktor..." He sighs and the older man grins.

"Good boy."

The front sights feel cold as they press against Klaber's lips. He whimpers, parting his lips and carefully letting the muzzle past his teeth. The sight fills his mouth and the smooth, bare steel slides along his tongue, the taste mixing with the sharp tang of metal. Wolff drags the muzzle further in, pushing the slide of the pistol against his teeth and savouring the small moan that escapes the blonde's lips. The medic can't take his eyes off him. The flush in Klaber's cheeks, the haziness in his eyes, the glistening saliva around the barrel; he's beautiful. The pistol is cold and heavy in Klaber's mouth as he laves his tongue along the slide, his hazy, blue eyes gazing pleadingly up at Wolff.

"Ausgezeichnet, so gut für mich...¹" Wolff purrs and Klaber moans, the sound vibrating around the pistol. "Go on, I know you can suck it better than that, mutt." And the blonde doubles his efforts, taking the pistol further into his mouth, hard and unyielding. He bobs his head along the length of the barrel as he gags around it. He's trembling, his nerves buzzing, thighs shaking and Wolff groans softly. "You're doing so well, mutt." Wolff growls and Klaber whimpers. "Relax, pup, let it in all the way."

This is new to Wolff. Really, the thought of firearms in general is an anathema for Wolff and he's always been steadfast in the fact that he'd never hold a gun again, not after the war. And here he is with a model 57 stuffed in Klaber's mouth. The younger man seems to be enjoying it though; Wolff can see the lust clouding his eyes, along with the tears that start to prick at the corners as he fights his gag reflex. He's trying so hard to prove that he's good, that he can handle it. And it's working. "You like this, mutt? You like having a gun shoved in your face, choking on the barrel like a little slut?" Klaber's muffled moan is all the answer he needs. The blonde's jaw aches as he drags his teeth along the slide of the pistol, tongue flat along the underside of the barrel. The sights scrape along his palate and the trigger guard rests on his bottom lip as he starts to pull off again before trying to take it into his throat. "I think you could fit more, mutt." Wolff says, pulling the pistol from Klaber's lips and instead sliding in his fingers.

"S-Sorry, Herr Doktor..." Klaber stammers out as Wolff's long, slender fingers slide along his bottom lip, wet with saliva. The pads of the medic's fingers glide along the younger man's tongue, curling inside his mouth as he moans. A soft, teasing hum rumbles through Wolff's chest.

"Shh, no talking, mutt. Open your throat for me." He coos and Klaber sucks the two digits into his mouth. Klaber feels the digits inch along his tongue and his throat immediately constricts, his gag reflex fluttering as he tries to repress it. His stomach lurches and he thinks he's about to retch until Wolff scratches his nails across Klaber's jaw and under his chin, holding him still, and that seems to stave off the bile crawling up his throat. "Relax so I can get nice and deep, pup." Wolff chuckles. And then his hand slides further back, guiding his fingers into the blonde's throat and he groans, gagging around the intrusion. His throat clenches and his stomach clenches again, making him gasp and struggle to regain his composure. His eyes sting with tears, his knuckles are white from his grip on his thighs, his back is arching as he struggles to breathe. His hips try to jerk up, his cock aching and trapped in his briefs. The crotch of Wolff's slacks are darkening with slick as he watches the blonde gag and cough around his fingers.

Klaber desperately wants to grab Wolff's free hand and just sink his fingers into his throat, feel just how far the medic can push, but Wolff seems to be doing a good enough job himself. And then he stills, digits lodged deep in Klaber's gullet, as the blonde desperately swallows and breathes around them. He chokes and gags again, his fingers scrabbling at Wolff's calf. He taps at the medic's thigh, his sign of a safeword. Wolff's fingers slide from the blonde's throat and he pants, coughing and sputtering for a moment. He runs the flat of his tongue against Wolff's fingers, stilling again when the older man's free hand pets his hair, nails running soothing circles against his scalp. "Well done, Liebchen." Wolff breathes, chest heaving with want, as he reaches for the pistol again. "Do you think you could take this deeper now?" And Klaber's still nearly doubled over, about to lose his lunch, but he nods furiously. He wants it, needs it, fuck, does he need it.

His jaw falls open on reflex when the muzzle of the pistol presses against his lips. Wolff keeps petting his hair as Klaber lets his mouth fall slack and the muzzle slowly pushes past his lips, seating against his tonsils. bobs his head cautiously, swallowing the barrel again, his stomach churning. Fuck, it's so much more unforgiving than the medic's slender fingers, filling his mouth as the very end of the muzzle presses against the back of his throat. He needs to take it deeper, needs to impress the medic, show him how much he wants it. He swallows hard and pushes his head back a little to make it easier, letting his bottom lip press against the curve of the trigger guard. His stomach lurches and he swallows again, desperate to take it all the way. Wolff's fingers never leave his hair and the touch soothes his nerves slightly as he gags, sinking just that little bit deeper. Spit dribbles down his chin, eyes threatening to roll, as he swallows one last time, taking it down as far as it'll go, the cool weight of it unbearably heavy against his tongue.

Wolff groans softly and his free hand slips from Klaber's hair to his throat, fingertips feeling the bulge from the pistol. "Fuck, look at you, mutt..." Wolff says softly and Klaber starts to sway from the exertion, his fingers uncurling from his thighs and pressing to the floor. Wolff can feel the barrel shift, muscles working and twitching under the skin, and Klaber begins to cough, head jerking backwards, pupils pinprick-small. "Good dog, so obedient, letting me fill that pretty throat." Wolff coos, leaning in to press a kiss to the smooth column of flesh, feeling it twitch under his lips. And then he's carefully pulling back, Klaber's throat fluttering, stomach clenching, desperately trying to hold back his lunch.

"Th-Thank you, Herr Doktor..." Klaber says, the words barely loud enough for Wolff to hear. His throat burns and it's even worse when he swallows. "P-Please..." He says when the older man leans to step back, to distance himself. "Want more... Please..." And Wolff makes a concerned noise.

"Are you alright, pup? Are you sure? There's no hurry, Liebchen." He says softly, cupping Klaber's cheek. He's sweaty and damp and needy and Wolff lets him throw his arms around the medic's waist.

"Please, want more, Herr Doktor. Fill me. Please." He chants, his brain fogged and swimming. His thoughts are hazy but it doesn't stop the other half of him, the animal in him, from being desperate to get fucked, to have Wolff slide the barrel up his tight ass and let the slide kickback or ram the sight in his mouth again, something.

"Shh, shh, Liebchen. Stand." And he does as told, a little bit too fast, so his head spins and his stomach threatens to rebel again. But then he's being guided to the bed and he's kneeling again, this time in Wolff's lap, straddling his slender thighs.

Klaber's pale and sticky, his skin shining with a thin sheen of sweat.

"Are you alright, Liebchen?" Wolff asks and the younger man nods, head still spinning.

"Mm-hmm. J-Just gimme a sec..." He groans and runs a hand through his tousled blonde hair. He slumps against the medic, cheek pressed to his shoulder as he lets his body relax. His throat still stings as he swallows but he's managed to avoid making a mess on the carpet. His heart is pounding in his ears and he focuses on how nice Wolff feels pressed against him, surprisingly sturdy given how thin and fragile he looks. God, he needs this, needs the touch, needs Wolff's long, thin fingers curled over his pulse and gently digging into his hip.

Klaber begins to stir again, teeth finding the soft curve between Wolff's neck and shoulder and biting softly, nosing his shirt collar out of the way. Wolff gasps sharply and the medic lets the sensation wash over him. The blonde's teeth break the thin skin, that stinging ache that he knows will purple in a few hours. He lets it happen, lets the blonde have his moment to relax and come back to himself after the intensity of previous minutes. "Thanks, Herr Doktor..." Klaber breathes against the skin and Wolff sighs. The sting lingers and he's got that tingly feeling running through him as Klaber sucks and licks apologetically, pressing wet, sloppy kisses to the bite-mark he's left. He's such a good pup.

He turns his head and lets his mouth press against the younger man's, gently tugging on his lower lip with his teeth, humming softly. Wolff tastes like expensive drinks and cigarette smoke, like leather and cinnamon, like everything Klaber loves and wants. And he's so tender with him, soft lips and fingertips that splay across the small of his back. He smells like sweet cologne and antiseptic. He isn't sure where to put his hands, one slipping to cradle Wolff's face, stroking his sharp cheekbone with his thumb, whilst the other tugs trails along the barrel of the pistol, feeling the slickness of the spit that covers it, cooling quickly on the steel.

When they pull apart, Klaber is back to himself, eyes wide and wanting, cock throbbing in his briefs. Wolff trails the sights of the pistol along the blonde's collarbone, leaving behind a silvery trail of saliva that seems to set the other man on fire.

"Herr Doktor..." It trails down his sternum before stopping and making a detour, the muzzle lazily running rings around a stiff nipple. "F-Fuck... Ohh, fuck, that's..." He's so sensitive, his nipples tender and hard and Wolff lets the pad of his index finger run circles over the other pink nub.

"What is it, Liebchen? Tell me how good it feels." He coos and Klaber whimpers, grinding against the medic's crotch.

"Feels... P-Please, touch me, Herr Doktor... Just... God, don't fuckin' stop..." His chest contracts under Wolff's touch, tiny shivers racing down his spine. His body feels like it's buzzing, desire creeping up every inch of him.

"Desperate, little pup." Wolff groans, leaning down to take one of the buds into his mouth, flicking the other with the sights of the pistol. "Sweet, sweet Liebchen. You have such...a gorgeous body. Mmnnn..." The pad of his tongue drags across the sensitive bud, breath ghosting over it as his lips close around it. He swirls it over the tight flesh, sucking and nipping with his teeth.

"Fuck! " His voice cracks. His eyes roll and he moans long and loud and deep, his back arching. He leans his head down, watching the older man worship his body. His cock is throbbing, aches as precum soaks into the front of his briefs, thoroughly ruined. The pistol continues to tease his other nipple, nails digging into the blonde's back as Klaber desperately works his hips against Wolff's thighs, searching for some friction. Wolff moans deeply against Klaber's skin and bites again, sliding his tongue over the bite.

And then Wolff pulls away, leaning back as he trails the pistol down. Klaber's nipples are left, swollen and abused, heaving as his breaths get deeper, rougher. The muzzle trails over the soft flesh of his belly and the blonde shivers. God, he's so sensitive, his cock twitching and throbbing and aching, as the older man runs his free hand along the flesh as well, appreciating the soft, pale skin with gentle strokes. Klaber's not chubby per se but the slight paunch on him is so sexy and the spongy flesh around his hips is supple and perfect and Wolff couldn't be happier with his pup's body. Wolff feels saliva pool in his mouth; how is his boy so beautiful?

"Klaber, Liebchen, your body is simply...divine." Wolff purrs, sending goosebumps racing across the blonde's body, blush colouring his cheeks anew.

"A-Ain't nothing special..." Klaber mumbles out and Wolff hums in disagreement, pressing adoring kisses along the blonde's collarbone.

"You're gorgeous, pup. So soft, so sweet, you're just..." Wolff begins before trailing off. "Ich liebe deinen Körper...²" His fingers trail down, the muzzle of the pistol tracing the outline of Klaber's dick in his briefs. The contact nearly has the younger man in tears, his cock aching from all the touching and teasing. Wolff teases his fingers into the waistband of the blonde's briefs and slides the muzzle and front sight of the pistol, still slick with saliva, underneath, guiding it through the thick curls at the base of the younger man's cock. He shudders and rocks against the touch, eyes closing, eyelashes fluttering.

"Please... Let me cum, Herr Doktor... Bitte..." He pleads and Wolff finally yields.

"Alright, Liebchen, alright, but I want to fuck you tonight. After all, it is my birthday." He coos softly and the blonde whimpers.

"G-God, please, yeah... Please, Herr Doktor..." He moans and Wolff guides Klaber onto his back, nestled in the plush pillows as Wolff stands to get the strap from their suitcase. The medic abandons the pistol on the nightstand as he gathers his tools.

"Go ahead and get yourself ready. I want you on your back, pup, nice and spread out for me."

The sight of the pale blonde and how absolutely immodest his sprawl across the dark sheets of the bed is; how could Wolff not think he was absolutely stunning? He's so needy and desperate as he shimmies out of his ruined briefs and lays naked on the bed, the dim hotel lighting casting half his ivory skin in shadow. His strong thighs fall open as he drenches three fingers in spit before reaching down, rocking his hips up as he sinks the digits into his hole, easing them deep inside.

When Wolff turns back with the strap in hand and a small tub of vaseline, he can barely hold himself back.

Klaber's fingers sink up to his knuckles, thighs trembling with effort, the softness of his stomach heaving with each stuttering gasp. Wolff hums appreciatively, drinking in the sight, as he sets down the strap and lube before stripping himself down unceremoniously. Blazer, waistcoat, tie, shirt, pants and underwear all land in a pile on the back of the armchair and he slides the strap on. It's a simple thing; a vaguely-phallic hunk of rubber and a leather harness that they got on a trip to Germany but it's served them well.

Once it's securely on, Wolff climbs onto to bed, kneeling between Klaber's outstretched thighs, watching the blonde finger himself, stretch himself wide open.

"That's it, pup, all loose and wet." He coos and spreads the younger man's legs a little further to let him see. He runs his fingers down to replace Klaber's own, pressing both thumbs either side of the other man's rim, stretching him wide, the younger man's fingers pulling free. As his insides clench down around the empty air, horribly lewd squelching sounds fill the room and the blonde goes bright pink. His rim is swollen and red and glistening and Wolff can't help but groan. "What a disgusting display, mutt. Such a messy, desperate whore." Klaber can't hold on much longer, his hole fluttering against Wolff's thumbs before he pulls away to tease the blonde elsewhere.

"Please, just fuck me already, Herr Doktor! Herr Klaber doesn't have...time to wait any...mmnn...any longer..." He whines, words broken by moans as Wolff runs his thumb in circles over the blonde's perineum and along his tight balls, carefully keeping away from his straining erection. A second moan spills from his lips as the thumb drags up the side of his cock, moving to tease the head. "Please! Fuck! Stephan, I'm fuckin'— God, I'm— Don't— Nnhh! Don't tease me!" Klaber yelps and Wolff grins, canines glinting.

"Alright, Liebchen, alright. I'll put it in." Wolff purrs and takes the tub of vaseline and twists it open, scooping some out and slicking the toy with it. Klaber watches, eyes wide, lips trembling, as the medic prepares. With another swipe of lube, Wolff runs a finger around the blonde's rim, shallowly slipping inside and making him keen.

And then he's positioning, grabbing Klaber's hips with steady, tender hands. One hand smooths over Klaber's thigh, idly squeezing the flesh as he eases the toy inside the younger man. Slowly, slowly, Wolff inches it inside, careful not to hurt him, but, with how loose he is down there, there's no need to be so gentle. They both know this but Wolff likes to take care of his pup, likes to ease him back into things, no matter how long ago it was since they first started sleeping together. "Oh, fuck... St-Stephan..." Klaber groans. Wolff thrusts in the last inch, buried to the hilt, the base of the synthetic dick flush against his rim.

"As much as you've earned this, mutt, you haven't got the right to my name." He growls and Klaber whimpers and Wolff grabs the pistol from the nightstand, pressing the muzzle up under the blonde's chin again.

"God, I'm s-sorry, Herr Doktor...! Fuck, you're so deep..." Klaber babbles and the medic stares down the blonde, looking disgusted yet smug.

"You're such a disgusting, little slut, aren't you, Klaber." He spits and watches the look of arousal flash through the younger man's sweet, baby-blue eyes. The corners of Wolff's lips curl into a smirk and Klaber throbs at the sight. "Cock leaking over a gun in your face... How filthy~" The older man adds a mocking little kick to the end of the sentence.

"Mmmh! A-Ahh, please... Y-Yes, Herr Doktor! Harder... N-Nghh... Ffffuck, c'mon, fill me up...!" Wolff fucks him hard and fast, knowing just the right angle to target his prostate and make him sob. "I'm such a li'l' whore, Herr Doktor! Ahh! Oh, God, ah! Your dumb mutt... Filthy, fuckin' bitch..." The older man wraps his free hand around Klaber's cock, jerking it quickly, in time with the stokes of his hips.

"Don't stop, mutt. Tell me how much you love it." Wolff pants out and Klaber arches, babbling breathlessly as he gets closer and closer.

"God, Herr Doktor... I-I'm such a li'l' cumslut... Fuck! I wanna cum, Herr Doktor...! B-Breed me like an animal... Your mutt... Fill me up! Please, let your good dog cum!" Klaber pleads, body shuddering and spasming as Wolff fucks him, filling him perfectly and jerking his cock.

"Cum for me, pup, you've earned it." Wolff breathes and the blonde presses his head back into the pillows, the muzzle of the pistol still jammed under his chin.

"Th-Thank you, Herr D-Dokt—" Klaber begins before Wolff angles his hips and slams straight into the younger man's prostate and he jerks his head backwards, body trembling. "F-Fuck! Ha-ahh! C-Cumming! I'm c-cu— Ohhh, Herr Doktor!" And he does, muscles tensing and twitching as a thick rope of cum arcs through the air. But Wolff doesn't slow his stroking, fucking and jerking the blonde through his climax. Klaber whines as Wolff's hips stutter and grind, his body tired and slick with sweat. Wolff just keeps his pace as he fucks Klaber through it, burying himself deep into the smaller man, his eyes not leaving his puppy for a second. The medic shudders as he leans down, placing the gun on the mattress beside them, as he licks a broad stripe along the younger man's neck, tasting the salt on his skin. "Th...Th...Thank you... Herr...D-D-Doktor..." Klaber's broken, pleasure still thundering through him long after the aftershocks are gone. "... Can use my body whenever you w-want, please, Sir... H-Herr Doktor, it's y-yours..."

"Of course, mutt. I'll be sure to use you all I can." Wolff purrs into the blonde's shoulder...

It's nearly coming light when the two are finished, Klaber's body covered in bruises and scratches and bite-marks. He may as well have been attacked by a bear. He lies with his head on Wolff's lap, eyes lidded with exhaustion. Wolff smokes a cigarette, idly stroking the blondes hair and cooing softly.

"You did so well, pup. So good for me, Liebchen." Klaber, sleepy and stupid, glances up at the older man.

"Hey, Stephan...?" He asks, voice low and slow with sleepiness.

"Yes, Eli?" The medic replies, brushing his fingers down Klaber's cheek.

"Do you think...we'll still be together...when you're eighty-five?" He asks, a lazy grin forming on the blonde's lips, as he shifts slightly to look up at Wolff. The medic stops for a moment, like a deer in headlights. Then his icy gaze softens and he leans down to press a kiss to the blonde's forehead, slick with sweat.

"When I'm eighty-five, when I'm ninety-five, Hell, when I'm a hundred and five, if I live that long. I'll have you around forever if I can, Liebchen." Wolff says, the soft smile on his lips never fading for a second as he stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray on the nightstand. He cards his hand through Klaber's hair again and lets the younger man crawl up into his arms. The older man tucks them both in; sweaty, spent and bone-tired. As Wolff kisses the top of Klaber's head, a sleepy mumble catches his ear.

"... Love you, Stephan..." Wolff smiles and hugs the blonde against him, an affectionate flush colouring the medic's cheeks.

"Ich liebe dich auch, Eli.³" He says quietly and Klaber soon drifts off to sleep. Wolff only does once he knows Klaber's definitely asleep, enjoying the body-heat and the warmth the young man gives off. A deep sigh rumbles in his chest and he presses a kiss to the younger man's temple. "Ich kann es kaum erwarten dich eines Tages zu heiraten, Liebchen...⁴" He whispers. And then he allows himself to sleep.

The city is quiet in the pre-morning twilight and a cold, northern breeze blows leaves down the empty streets, rustling the hedges that line the sidewalks. There are no more sounds from the medic's room, just the soft sounds of snoring and the rustling of sheets as the wind whistles through the window Wolff had left cracked open to let the smoke out. The shadows are low and grey as the sky slowly brightens and the hues around the city start to change, ready to face a new day...

Translations:

¹ "Excellent, so good for me..."

² "I love your body..."

³ "I love you too, Eli."

⁴ "I can't wait to marry you one day, sweetheart..."

[cryptidofthekeys]

CW aka Gift Thief Sona

Oh btw, here’s the uh sona for the whole gift thieves stuff

lmao I legit decided well hes gonna change REGARDLESS of what I do, just like CC, he’s changed s o goddamn much from his og document

sooo... yeah, also with each media Pelo releases I gain a new initial themed character- The Initial Collective grows

also I realized while editing this CW also stands for fucking content warning HFJDKSHDSK- ya know what im keeping it, fuck it we ball

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| Name: Chase (me? Using MY name again bc I’m too lazy for anything else? LMAO yeah) Wolfe

| Nicknames: CW, Cryptid/Crypts

| Pronouns/Sexuality: He/Him (Trans FTM) and CW is p much Polyamorous

| Age: 30

| Species/Race: Human (White/American)

| Height: 5’5”

| Occupation: Has a small business The Cryptid’s Comforts (he sells comfort character letters and packages)

| Hair Color: Dark Brown (Spiky quiff)

| Eye Color: Gunmetal Blue

| Body Type: He’s fat

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| Appearance: CW (wow, I got CC and now CW …T h e C o l l e c t i o n  g r o w s…) wears light pastel purple hoodie with puppy/dog and flower designs on it) has some mint colored pants that go with it

(they look somewhat like pajama pants) and then finally he wears checkered sneakers that match his outfit (his right shoe is light pastel purple and the left is mint green)

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He has some light pastel gauge earrings, has a silver puppy paw necklace that has purple gemstones all over it, he has a circle beard before I forget that detail, he’s painted his nails to match his aesthetic.

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Only scars he has is his top surgery scars, has lil fangs (those are real btw), has a BUNCH of light pastel purple and mint bandaids all over him (legit it’s for aesthetics plus I dig OCs with bandaids on em like that lmao)

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| Personality: Lmao watch this bullshit change IMMENSELY over time, ya know what, I’m gonna TRY to stick with basics- CW is a pathetic wet cat of a guy,, he has NO rizz, gets NO bitches but god d a m n will he try (gonna rizz up that Blueberry dude and Bandron) sucks at flirting, hell this dumbass motherfucker wouldn’t even KNOW if someone was flirting with HIM.

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Aside from that however…

CW is actually super sweet, kind, caring, wouldn’t hurt a fly in all honesty… Can be very oblivious to some pretty obvious danger (CW THEY ARE GOING TO SHOOT YOU N STEAL YOUR SHIT S T O P BEING GAY FOR THEM- ‘’hehe, funny blueberry man and silly robot go brrr’’)

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CW is super chill usually, seems carefree (trust me, he’s not just carefree lmao) ALSO a lot of people seem concerned for him because he’s got some VERY dark circles around his eyes and his eyes are usually half-lidded anyways, he looks EXHAUSTED but he promises he’s actually genuinely fine! (he is tho legit, he just has that look)

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He can also be so so silly …What does that mean? … 🤡

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| Side Facts: When CW isn’t working on letters/packages, in his free time he’s usually playing video games (now you might think bc of his aesthetic it’ll be something like Stardew, MC, AC, etc …Yes actually but he fucking LOVES horror games the most)

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In fact he has tons and TONS of horror games, merch, etc- He fucking LOVES horror a lot which throws people for a loop whenever they see his house both inside and out (his house LITERALLY looks fucking scary even on the outside) there’s a cute pastel colored house not that far from his actual house.

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Whenever he invited someone over for the first time it legit went like “Oh, is that your house? It’s so cute!” CW just blinks and then shakes his head with a soft laugh “What? Oh no, that’s not mine, that one’s mine” and then he points to fuckin haunted ass lookin’ house on the hill (cue dark storm clouds and lightning)

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CW also listens to music a lot, in fact he’s rarely seen without his headphones (music can help him function in general, also,, it helps him de-stress) sometimes he’ll be writing or drawing and then other times he’s playing his electric guitar (never plays in front of others, he’s very self conscious tbh)

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I don’t actually have a very coherent storyline for him just yet lmao but I know that’ll change, the same way it did with CC- It’ll change. The only difference is genuinely that I’m sticking MOSTLY to canon, like he goes to that one place to choose a gift, it gets stolen, etc.

(also a side edit: ...i do have- s o m e ‘’lore’’ now in those regards but not sure how many people actually wanna hear that shit so lmao)

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Final tidbits are that CW has a southern accent and speaks in a soft spoken tone of voice most of the time, only time he gets loud is when he’s talking about something he’s passionate about or his hyperfixation/special interests.

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(Bats, Hyenas, and Dogs are his main animal themed special interests, he knows a LOT and can talk your ears off about those funky lil creechurs, but there’s a LOT more I’d be here all day tho otherwise so yeye)

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I guarantee all this will change lmao,, he just doesn’t feel… Silly enough but who knows for now

[smallestapplin]

umm. ftm ingo + emmet hcs maybe w a lil bit on nsfw..............<- projecting

IM ASCENDING!!! THANK YOU FOR THIS!! I’m in love, I hope this my all. I apologize for being all over the place with this, I just got so excited.

🔞18 at the end!🔞

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In general!

- they both socially transitioned in their teen years.

- Looking up ways to look more like guys.

- Their parents were extremely supportive and did all they could to help! Using their correct pronouns and names, buying them clothes that made them feel comfortable and confident.

- The only issue they faced was hiding their chests.

- They did everything from multiple sports bras, compression shirts, even things you aren’t suppose to do!

- Their mother got their measurements and ordered them binders.

- The twins were so happy to open that package!

- The two tried on their eighteenth birthdays. They parents surprised them by taking them to get everything on paper, their licenses, and other important documents now say ‘Ingo’ and ‘Emmet’.

- They sobbed happily in a large family group hug.

- Both started going on T as soon as they could.

- Emmet was vibrating in place in excitement! He had been waiting so long for this!

- Ingo kept fidgeting, he had to get the energy out somehow.

- After they moved to Nimbasa city and started working at Gear station, the two started saving up for their surgeries.

- They planned it all out too! One would get top surgery, and then the other would take care of him, and vice versa.

- The twins are so happy to finally feel like themselves.

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Onto romance!

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🔲Ingo🔲

- Not much changed romantically. Your Ingo is still as polite and as loud as ever.

- He’s such a gentleman!

- Surprising you with flowers, your favorite treats, a stuffed toy from Gear station he thought you’d like, anything!

- You likely already know he’s trans from forming a friendship first.

- He doesn’t keep secrets, but he made sure it was safe first.

- Of course you’re a safe person to tell, and you understood.

- He held you crying, he was so worried and had been stressing himself about telling you.

- Your friendship continued and it turned into a sweet relationship.

- Always making time for you, taking care of you (even if you argue that he has to eat too-) and of course! You making him get all bashful with your affection.

- He truly does love your attention and touches, but he gets so flushed thinking about it.

- Though Ingo is the most vocal of the two brothers, during his time of the month he’s usually quiet about his pain.

- His cramps are bad, but you often just see him curled around Chandelure, asking if you can get him some more midol, or anything.

- He just wants some back rubs and to be told he’s a brave man.

- He hurts, please just cuddle him.

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🔳Emmet🔳

- Much like his brother, it’s not that big of a secret. Sure he doesn’t announce it, he’s just living.

- And how can you not love this affectionate man?

- He’s always smothering you with kisses, taking you out on dates, winning all the stuffed animals you want at the amusement park, anything.

- He gets so excited seeing you too, especially if you visit him at work. His face lights up, he’s glowing with joy before running to you and twirling you in a hug.

- You are his light, his saving grace when his period strikes.

- Yes he knows white was a bad idea, hush! He looks great in it!

- But he is in agony, you hear him before you see him, just groaning heavily.

- He can’t move, please get him some pain relievers, thank yoooou.

- He’s also doing the grabby hands at you, he wants comfort.

- If you have any fire type Pokémon no you don’t, that’s his Pokémon now, sorry.

- He doesn’t call out of work, but man he’s straight up not having a good time.

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🔞18+Only! NSFW BELOW!🔞

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🔲Ingo🔲

- Ever the service the top.

- His face is made for you, his tongue is made to please you.

- You two have a select few strap ons, he isn’t wild with what he gets by any means, but he does have quite a few other worldly ones.

- While he loves pleasuring you, as your pleasure is his pleasure, and if that means he’s on his back, folded in a mating press, squealing his heart out? Then yes, he will absolutely do it.

- It’s so cute how reactive he is to your touch.

- And don’t be fooled by his more prudish nature, for you? He’s anything you want him to be.

- Ingo is a softer man, he likes the intimacy and closeness of love making. You speaking so sweetly to him, thrusting into his dripping pussy with such care, telling him he’s such a good boy, a sweet boy, just for you.

- He can cum just from your praise alone.

- But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it rough.

“Fuck! Please! I-I’ve been so good! Ah!”

He doesn’t even remember how he got himself tied to the bed, cunt on display for you. All he knows is he wants to do it again.

You lay between his spread legs. Pulling your mouth off his drooling cunt, you gaze up at him.

His chest heaving, eyes watering, and face red.

You ponder for a moment before shuffling your weight to one side, you bring your hand up towards him.

Smack!

Ingo arches his back, crying out at the harsh smack you land on his cunt.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

His slick splatters against your hand.

His upper half is twisting with each hit. His squeals raise in pitch, he’s so close to cumming!

“My aren’t you demanding? Such a naughty boy you are.”

“M’sorry! M’sorry, please, I-FUCK! Mmmso close!”

You grind your thumb against his clit, smirking at how your boyfriends juices coat your hand.

His hips keep twitching as his silver eyes begs for more.

He’s so cute like this.

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🔳Emmet🔳

- He has a very large, very impressive toy collection. His pride and joys are his various strap ons, and he pulls out all the stops! Want to be fucked by some alien dick? He’s got you! Want to be fucked by some demon dick? Absolutely he has that! Anything and everything in any color, he’s got you.

- Most of the time he tops, you will have to fight him for that right.

- He does have his moments where he’d like to be just a little pampered. Those are few and far between, again, unless you wrestle him for it.

- Emmet is in love with fucking your face, he just loves seeing you choke on his cock, no matter which one it is.

- He usually puts a bullet vibrator inside him before putting the strap’s harness on. This way you both get more pleasure!

- He wants to keep going until you’re both in tears and too sensitive to continue.

Emmet feels so lucky to have you.

Especially when you’re fucked stupid like this, and all for him too!

The vibrator inside him is set on his second pulsing speed, giving him just enough pleasure while he fucks his strap on into you.

“Aww darling! We’ve barley even started! And look at how messy you are.”

You barely process his words.

The fat blunt tip of his strap slams against your sweet spot without mercy.

Watching you moan out and squirm is always a beautiful sight, but he can make it better.

He takes one hand off your hip, grabbing the remote for his vibrator and setting it to max speed.

You practically scream, which overshadows a cry of his own.

His hips speed up, twitching at the rush of pleasure on his insides.

He slams his hand back on your hip with a bruising grip. He leans over you, his chest flushed against yours.

Emmet slams his lips over yours, moaning into the kiss. You only break it to toss your head back with a long squeal.

“Emmeeet! S-so gooood!”

The silver haired man whines, you look so fucked out and perfect! Your eyes rolling back with drool dripping down your chin.

It has him cumming once again over the vibrator.

He wants more.

[ensnapemysenses]

Teenager FTM!Severus having his period and bleed ok good through the sheets when you spent the night together. He would be so embarrassed and it would trigger his dysphoria but you are here for him, showing him that it’s ok and that you love him 🥺

I just love this so much so I did a little drabble for this below!

Warnings: Gender Dysphoria

"Sev, why are you up? Come back to bed," you mumble, rubbing your eyes as the sudden bright light from the lamp on your bedside table radiates through your room.

"I - I'm so sorry. I - I got blood on your sheets," Severus whispers, his voice barely loud enough to be heard from across the room. His hand rubs the back of his neck and he backs away to the bathroom to clean himself up, shaking slightly.

Pushing the covers off yourself and ignoring the cold of your room as opposed to the warmth of your covers, you follow him into the bathroom and begin running him a nice hot bath.

"Here, take a bath and get cleaned up. Don't worry about the mess, I'll get the sheets changed and I'll be right back, okay?" You press a gentle kiss to his forehead and help him undress and climb into the tub, taking his soiled clothing with you.

You strip the sheets off the bed and replace them with a new set before throwing them and Severus's clothing into the washer. You thank the gods that Severus has a drawer of clothing in your room as you riffle through it, grabbing him a fresh set of boxers and a shirt to sleep in.

"Here, I brought you some new pjs." You place them beside the tub and begin digging through the cabinet. "Do you want a pad or a tampon?" you call over your shoulder as you hear the water draining out of the tub and the water sloshing as Severus pulls himself out.

"A pad, I guess," he grumbles, quickly drying off as he heads to the toilet to sit down.

You hand him a pad, nondescript and in white packaging, the ones that you specifically keep for him for such an occasion as this. A small smile finds the corner of his lips for just a moment at the care you've taken in having period care items for him that won't make his dysphoria worse. He slaps it into his underwear and quickly gets dressed; the less time he looks at it, the better.

"I love you," you say kissing him deeply, before grabbing his hand and leading him back to bed.

You spend the next hour playing with his hair, snuggling close, and whispering sweet nothings into his ear to calm him down and relax him before you both drift off to sleep in each other's arms.

[kageroudayze]

hiii, I wanted to know if the requests are open? And if I could request an Aizawa x ftm!virgin! reader, where the reader he never had his first time bc of fear and dysphoria so Aizawa is super caring etc? tysm if you do, have a lovely day<3333

HI THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING..... this one was very sweet thank you for letting me explore ur idea <3

i will see your body bare.

aizawa shouta x ftm!reader. 1.8k words.

reader is a man. reference to binders, reference to top scars. genitals are referred to as cocks, dicks, t-dicks. mutual masturbation. first times.

You’ve seen how cautious your boyfriend is about touching you. For the most part Shouta keeps his hands to himself, content to let you explore and set your boundaries with him without any outward pressure. He lets you seek him out at your own pace, graciously accepting anything you’re comfortable giving him. You’ve never ventured past heavy petting and grinding, but he’d never made you feel bad about needing to stop or take a break; reassuring you with short, kind words and chaste kisses. 

Shouta truly is the perfect package, you think to yourself, perched on his lap with his hands planted firmly on your hips. Your tongue slides over his filthily, and you can’t help but to jerk your hips a bit, eliciting a grunt from your boyfriend. His fingers dipped into the meat of your hips-- not pushing or pulling, just grounding himself so he doesn’t knock you off his lap. You feel him smile against you and you can’t resist the urge to tug him closer, your fingers tangled in his mess of black hair.

The throbbing heat of your cock has your head spinning, needing more, more, more. You’re almost running on autopilot when your hands draw down to tug at the hem of his shirt. You need to feel him, need him closer; he pulls away in surprise, cautioning a glance at you before conceding and tugging off his shirt. Shouta trusts you to tell him when he should stop, when you want him to keep going. This was the furthest gone he’d seen you, pupils blown and lips wet with your shared spit-- it made his cock throb in his sweats. 

You dive back in to taste him again, the taste of stale coffee a permanent fixture in his mouth, running your hands down his chest. The coarse hair on his chest and belly feels good on your hands, spurring you to get even greedier. You want to feel him, skin to skin-- and that’s when it hits you. A sharp pang of anxiety that has your throat closing up, nausea setting in immediately. You pull away with a wet noise, resting your forehead to his. You breathe him in for a moment, both of you panting into your shared space.

He hums, an unvoiced question, thumbs rubbing gentle on your hips. When you’re still quiet, he interjects. “We can stop if you want.”

Want, you think. “I want to keep going, I just..” You cast your eyes down, tracing your fingers over the thick scars contouring his chest. “You don’t have to take off anything if you don’t want to,” He says, moving his hands up a bit so his thumbs rub into your bare skin just under your shirt, “do you want to keep your binder on?”

You can feel the calloused pads of his thumbs over the soft skin on your hips, and it makes you shiver. You think for a moment and nod. “May I?” Shouta tests, rubbing the fabric of your shirt between his fingers. “Just.. give me a minute.” You say, going back in for a kiss. Shouta reciprocates with no complaint, meeting you with every ebb and flow until your anxiety is almost nonexistent; you pull away and tug off your shirt without ceremony, linking back into the kiss without a second thought.

It feels as good as you’d imagined, lightly grinding into him and feeling the hair on his belly press against yours. You feel Shouta become a bit more insistent, more firm, pushing harder into the kiss and slipping his tongue into your mouth. You can’t help but to moan as his tongue traces the ridges on the roof of your mouth and laves over your own, becoming red-faced at the wet noises coming from your mouths.

You caution another grind, consciously this time, and feel a swell of pride in your chest at the hitch in his breath. His tongue stops moving for a second, as if he needed time to recover from the sudden shock of pleasure; it makes you feel good. You smile as you suck on his tongue, and he chases the feeling, tilting his head up further to taste even more of you. 

You’re emboldened by his newfound sensitivity, pride swelling in your chest-- you want more of him. More of his reactions, ones he can’t stop himself from showing. You kiss down his face to his neck, and he tilts his head back to give you a better purchase as you leave sloppy kisses down the column of his throat. Shouta’s breathing is heavy and uneven, his hands leaving your hips to white-knuckle the blanket under him on the couch. You graze the soft skin there with your teeth, and he gasps sharply, followed by a thick rumble of a groan that goes straight to your cock.

You find yourself becoming more and more intoxicated by the man beneath you. Shouta’s stiff as a board, thighs trembling beneath you-- you don’t have to ask why. You’ve had this conversation with him time and time again; he doesn’t want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable at all. With his training, too, he’s so worried he’ll lose track of his strength, and that thought alone makes you want to melt. It’s as you’re kissing down his chest, laving your tongue over his nipples and top scars, that you’re too far gone to want to stop now.

“Can we.. go to the bedroom…?” You ask him quietly, not lifting your head up to look at him. Shouta doesn’t respond, he simply picks you up like you weigh nothing, dropping you onto the bed. He leans in over you, pressing a long, gentle kiss to your lips. “If you need to stop, tell me,” Shouta says. You smile at him fondly, growing more attached to him by the second. “You know I will, Sho.”

He’s gentle, so gentle, so cautious, it’s almost frustrating. Feather light kisses to your collarbones, delicately laying you back on the bed, brushing your hair out of your face so he can see you. Shouta is going to be the death of you, you think, with that look in his eyes. That look that tells you he’d do nothing short of stopping the whole world for you. 

It’s slow-going, but neither of you would have it any other way. Not when his stubble gently scratches the soft skin of your belly, and his thumbs rub tender circles into the backs of your hands. He’s beautiful like this, hair tucked over one shoulder, his lashes spread across his cheeks while he breathes you in.

Shouta lets you make the big steps, simply stepping in to make you feel good between them. You drag him up for a kiss before you start to push down your sweatpants and boxers, and he takes it upon himself to do the same. 

He’s captivating, breathtaking, all of him-- and he looks at you as though he thinks the same. His hair hangs down around his face, framing his red face and blown out pupils, mouth parted ever so slightly. Shouta’s own arousal is painfully apparent, the curls of his pubic hair glistening as his slick catches the dim light in your bedroom. His dick sits pretty among the dark hair, red and swollen with heat, and you can’t stop yourself from reaching out and feeling him for yourself. 

Every slight noise that comes from him makes your own cock throb, and he can’t keep his attention on anything for long. Shouta moans low with every stroke of his cock, eyes flitting between your arousal, your lips, your eyes, your hands; he’s losing the focus he held before you got your hands on him. 

He reaches for you with hesitation, twitching fingers hovering over your cock with a silent question. You don’t stop to give him any doubt. “Touch me Shouta, please,” You say, hushed and sounding much more desperate than you’d intended. You realize that’s just how you feel when Shouta presses his thumb to the base of your t-dick.

A groan tears from your throat at the contact. You feel Shouta’s dick throb between your fingers at the sound you make, and that just gets you hotter, pushing yourself up to lock him in a kiss. You might’ve felt bad for how clumsy your fingers get if it didn’t feel so good to have Shouta’s thumb rubbing firm circles on the base of your cock. The pressure he applies has heat flooding your stomach and thighs, making you tense and twitch beneath him. He’s rapt with you, can’t take his eyes from you, fascinated with every little reaction you give him. Meanwhile, his own hips buck into your hand, spreading his slick all over your fingers, spreading it all over his thighs-- it should be gross, dirty, but the fog of both of your pleasure coming to a head makes it too hard to care about that. 

You’re tangled up in each other, trading spit and grinding into each other’s hands; you wouldn’t want this any other way, not when he whispers your name into your mouth and drags his calloused thumb up the underside of your dick. You choke out a moan, desperately grabbing his forearm with your free hand and canting your hips into his hand. His name slips past your lips as a warning, the sharp intake of pleasure from the underside of your cock getting to be too much to handle. 

Shouta nods frantically, shifting his weight and knocking your hand out of the way so he can take over touching himself. “Cum- cum with me, angel, please-” He says, strained and lilting. With your hands free, you bury your hands in his hair and tug him down to shove your tongue in his mouth, allowing him to get you both off. 

Your orgasm washes over you in thick, overwhelming waves, radiating heat through your body in powerful crashes that leave you struggling to do anything but cry out your release. He presses his thumb back to the base of your cock for you to grind out your orgasm on, the cants of your hips allowing you to ride out the shocks of pleasure. You tear open your eyes in order to watch Shouta cum, and you’re glad that nagging feeling in your head gave you the hindsight to witness this. 

His hand moves blurringly fast over himself, wet noises and his heavy panting filling your ears like music. Shouta’s eyebrows furrow and his eyes glaze over while he focuses on his peak, and it’s pure bliss when he reaches it. His brows raise, eyes fluttering shut as he warbles out a long moan. It’s loud, unobstructed, and it rattles you to your core. Your cock throbs headily with his pants and choked sounds-- you can’t get enough of him.

Shouta slumps on top of you with a huff, and you can’t stop yourself from laughing. Your hands still buried in his hair, both of you still tacky with cum and drying sweat, you can’t get the smile off of your face. You really do have the best boyfriend.

[tojismalewife]

General Hc’s for JJK men with a ftm reader.

This is my first post so I’m sorry if it’s rusty 😟.

If you want a part two including other JJK men just comment and I’ll make it as soon as possible!!

Includes: Toji, Gojo, Suguru, and Sukuna

This man does NOT care what your gender is in the first place. This man is openly pansexual and will hit it regardless of gender or orientation.

So when you came out to him as trans he’s gonna be supportive- but in a “oh that’s nice” and brush it off kinda way.

He WILL glare and or beat up anyone that dares misgenders you.

At first you generally think he doesn’t care, that is until he calls you his “handsome lil man” or “precious baby boy” and follows your pronouns.

He might even buy you a binder if you don’t have one, and if he has the funds for it ofc.

The most supportive he’ll be is through actions, he’s not a words person.

Instead of Gojo verbally telling you that you’re valid- he’ll buy you T and or a binder when he has the funds and will caress your chest or face, mumbling about how valid a boy you are.

WHY DOES THIS MF’S FATHERLY INSTINCTS KICK IN FOR YOU MORE THEN HIS OWN SON??🤨

“Heh? What do you mean he’s a girl? Don’t you see he’s clearly a boy?”

“Back off my precious baby boy”.

Gojo is bisexual at MOST.

Once again, he personally doesn’t care if your female or not- if he finds you attractive he’s gonna hit it.

The only thing that separates him and Toji is that he will be VERBALLY supportive- showing his support and affection whenever.

THIS MAN WILL DEADASS GRAB YOUR FACE AND SAY “look at my valid boy!”

You want T? Already got it for you in a package filled with Mochi. And a handwritten note from him saying “you’re valid!”

You need a binder? Just send him your chest measurements and it’s already taken care of.

He’s so supportive- IF YOU DON’T WANT HIM I’LL TAKE HIM 😭

When it comes to people being unsupportive of your life style, he does not play. Just like Toji he will not hesitate beating someone up just to get through their thick skull that you’re a boy.

“Look at my handsome man!”

“Oh my handsome valid boy”

BISEXUAL.

This man has a female preference, but for you he’ll straight up scream he’s gay.

HE DOESN’T CARE ABOUT YOUR GENITALIA AT ALL. IF YOU SAY YOU’RE A BOY- YOU’RE A BOY.

Supportive KING.

Just like Gojo he’s verbal about it, and will sure as hell spoil you if it makes your body dysphoria go away.

NO BC- imagine. You’re cuddling Suguru in the bath as he plays with your hair, even if it’s short or not. Just kissing your back and neck- mumbling about how much he loves you- his boyfriend. Telling you how valid you are and how handsome you are.

Although he isn’t as reckless as Toji and Gojo to throw hands, he will throw some passive aggressive remarks to the person trying to misgender you. If it goes on for too long- passive aggressive remarks turn downright aggressive and you have to hold your boyfriend back from downright insulting the person and their bloodline.

If he doesn’t have enough money to pay for your surgery binder etc. he AUTOMATICALLY goes to Gojo- bribing him to give him the funds for his boyfriend.

“Look at my handsome baby boy, I constantly have to keep my hand on you or else others would throw themselves at you from how handsome you are…”

“So adorable for me baby boy…”

Pansexual/Bisexual.

Shawty, I cannot lie to you. HE WILL BE DOWNRIGHT TRANSPHOBIC 😭😭 UNTIL YOU TALK IT OUT WITH HIM AND EXPLAIN IT HE’S GONNA BE TRANSPHOBIC AND CONFUSED.

Once you finally talk it out with him- then he’s the aggressive supporter. Screaming at you about how supportive he is and how you’re valid.

He cannot afford your funds- but will growl and yell at Gojo to buy you whatever you need if the body dysphoria gets that bad.

He’s an aggressive verbal supporter. Not hesitating to be harsh about how you’re a boy and how valid you are.

He sucks ass at comforting you with body dysphoria ngl 😭😭

If someone even uses a wrong pronoun on you- even if it’s on ACCIDENT. Sukuna is looking for blood.

Once he gains control back from Yuji he’s gonna be growling at the other, huffing about how you’re a BOY and how they better run foe their life if they want to see their kids at home again.

“You’re a valid boy, brat”.

“I said you’re a BOY not a girl”. (Insert Sukuna huff and a bit of a pout as he crosses his arms).

[your-nanas-house]

i'm happy to be the first matchup, haha, get prepared for me to overshare lmao !! very curious if i'd be jerome's doll or jeremiah's pet, i'm very happy with either of these options 👉👈

i'm a 4'11 FTM (he/him) guy, and appearance wise i have short, curly black hair & gray eyes! i have a lot of scars, unfortunately; the most noticeable are four pretty ugly ones on my stomach, all of them from having surgeries (i'm autoimmune so sometimes my organs just decide they don't want to work >:( it's not very polite of them).

style wise, i spend way too much money on techwear, but i also love wearing anything comfy (i'm a notorious clothing thief; if it looks comfy, expect me to snatch it haha :)). i also wear glasses, for i can't see worth shit :')

personality wise... i love helping people, being available to listen to them and do anything within my power to make them smile. affectionate touch is my love language; cuddling, holding hands, playing with hair, anything my partner is okay with!

i have trouble applying myself to tasks; i want to do things but just don't have the motivation most of the time. and other times, i have too much motivation, and overwork myself to the brink of death. i'm both the unstoppable force and the immovable object, all in one package haha !

and some random tidbits; i love bugs, and i mean, really love bugs. they're little buddies! beetles are my favorite <3 i also love horror movies! they are my hyperfixation!! i could talk for DAYS about them! my favorite part of any partner is always going to be their hands; this goes back to my love language being touch, but the quickest way to my heart is a man holding my hands in his, or placing a reassuring hand on my thigh, or you know... wrapping his hand around my throat, whatever works 👉👈 writing, reading, music, video games, gardening, and my cats are a few other favorite things of mine :)

i've already rambled too much though, so i'll stop here! i feel like i provided TOO MUCH information so hopefully you're able to gleam any of this for a possibility one of the boys might like me, haha!

you said in the matchup post you might write a lil imagine for the matchups, so if you did decide to write anything based on anything here, i'll leave the genre up to you! i'm good with angst, fluff, or anything else you throw at me :)

thank you in advance, i can't wait to see who you pick !! :)

(sorry, I wanted to write it yesterday but I didn't find the time 😓)

I had some difficulties at the beginning because I was undecided but I think you are...

Jerome's doll!!!

Your appearance seems innocent but also curious to Jerome, you would be something to protect and take care of, scars are not a problem...this man has plenty of them as well!

He would love the fact that you listen to him knowing that if he talked to you he wouldn't be ignored.

The ginger would usually try to make YOU smile but he would also appreciate it when you try to do it with him, he is a person who seeks physical contact so he would return your loving touch.

Jerome would listen to your passion, maybe find it interesting and try to understand why you like it so much and then he would find you so adorable!

He LOVES physical contact.

Physical contact

Pairing: Jerome Valeska X Reader

Warnings: fluff

Words: 559

Summary: Jerome and his physical contact

Note: sorry for the mistakes and the English.

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It happened randomly, when they least expected it, it could be in public or in private, it didn't matter much to Jerome who was always willing to show the different feelings he had for Y/n to them and especially to everyone else that could be around them to show who they really belonged to.

But it wasn't always like that, it wasn't always a possessive gesture, the ginger just liked to feel their presence and have contact of any kind, appreciating it even when it was reciprocated so it wasn't unusual to see him with a hand on Y/n's thigh or shoulder or literally any part of their body 24/7, there wasn't a day when it didn't happen.

Everyone who had seen them together could confirm this like: Scarecrow who could affirm how touchy Jerome was towards his doll, keeping his hand resting on them all the time;

Mad Hatter could confirm how the ginger was always trying to have them next to him or near him, finding them for physical contact at completely random moments, they could plan a plan to escape and he would get up and walk out returning with Y/n in his arms or on his shoulder to just make them sit on his lap and continue planning, it could also happen during a gunfight where they had to be focused and not waste time he would approach or make everyone stop just to wrap his muscular arms around their body, it had happened more than once even during an argument or a moment of Y/n's glory... maybe they were threatening someone like the GCPD or someone else and Jerome would simply walk over and hug them hiding his face in their neck to smell their scent often making them distracted and focus on the physical contact the man was seeking;

Bruce Wayne could say the same thing, whenever he had seen Jerome Valeska he always had some type of physical contact with Y/n, if he wasn't the one touching them then he would make them touch him by taking their hand and placing it on his shoulder or around his waist, he could slip their hand into the back pocket of his pants, he could wrap their arms around him and then focus back on what he was doing, he could put their hands in his hair, get them to kiss his face, his hands anything by bringing their face closer to him to let them know what he wanted and every time Y/n did it without any problem;

Even Jim Gordon could claim that, having unfortunately seen several times how the ginger stole quick or longer kisses from his partner at the most unexpected times, they were in front of a camera ready to kill the mayor? no problem, they had time..Jerome could easily peck Y/n's lips and then continue his show, they were in his twin's bunker and were trying not to let him escape? no problem again, there was always time for a make out session in front of him... which was interrupted, kisses on hands, neck, ears, cheeks, lips, forehead, arm, legs...there was ALWAYS time for Jerome for these things.

Jerome wanted and needed Y/n physical contact and also needed to create physical contact with them on his own.

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