#i don’t mind trans but it’s not something I usually read

[chrispineisagoddess]

[SP]

I just want to read riddlebat fluff :,)

[Edit: from my tags… I clearly wanted to read cis bottom riddler but now I’m reading this dead dove with trans riddler where Bruce is very manipulative and I just want to write trans riddler but with fluff instead 😭 I mean I’m sort of enjoying but it just makes me want to write where Bruce isn’t so horrible 😂)

[breathlesswinds]

(Devlog) What We Learned Making A Trans Dating Game

Hello, Amelia here, the writer for Breathless Winds. It's been 250,000+ words, countless revisions, and three years since this game entered development, and I wanted to talk about what I've learned leading up to release.

The concept for Breathless Winds was actually sort of a joke between friends. I was talking with Doris about how there should be a dating game where you play as a trans woman and your dating options revolve around certain ‘tropes’ we’d both seen in trans fiction-- the totally accepting cishet guy who falls in love with the trans heroine before she even knows she’s a woman, the cool trans woman who the heroine doesn’t know if she wants to date or wants to be, and so on.

Doris wound up suggesting we make this game ourselves. We both like visual novels and want to tell LGBT stories. Still half-jokingly and half-seriously, we started fleshing out what the romance options would be and coming up with a setting-- and soon, we were fully committed to making this game real.

I was a fan of visual novels but had only ever written prose. I knew which visual novels I liked and which scenes stood out, but I didn’t know why they did or how to make my own. 

I read some great advice from visual novel developers, but a good amount of my knowledge came from just working on Breathless Winds. As our first project, this game has grown a lot with us and we’ve learned a lot while making it.

Learning How to Write Visual Novels

A bad habit I had to break out of was only using the ‘novel’ part of the game and not the ‘visual’ part. I would sometimes write “He smiled” or lines like that, and Doris informed me that we can convey this much more simply with a sprite change.

It sounds obvious in retrospect, but lines like that are often pretty invisible when you’re reading a non-visual novel. These lines change the sprite of the character inside your head (if that makes sense, haha). I realized that I’m so used to them being ‘invisible’ that I didn’t notice their absence in visual novels I liked, so I would accidentally include them while writing. 

I was also writing these routes in a word processor, so I didn’t have the visual portion to reference, myself. I wound up making a lot of ‘tone’ notes like, “Lantana should be smug here” so that the meaning would carry when revising and implementing these into Ren’py. 

So, while visual novels share a lot with prose, they’re an entirely different medium. On the subject of representing things visually, I’ve struggled trying to figure out how much can be visually represented and how much should be written. 

Every asset in the game has to be drawn by Doris, so if I want the characters to go to a new location for a scene, I have to keep in mind that’s another background that Doris has to draw. If I want a new character to show up, that’s another sprite she has to draw. I don’t want to overload her, but if I’m trying to avoid this entirely, characters sometimes wind up standing in one room talking for ages without anything significant changing on-screen.

I’ve learned that it’s recommended for something to almost always be changing on-screen, though, so sometimes I just have to ask Doris to make a new asset for a certain scene. I still try to stick to locations/characters that already exist more often than not.

Every single thing in a visual novel is deliberate. Another thing I’ve had to learn that I never even considered before is how to write each line so it fits in the text box. It sounds obvious, but when I’m playing a visual novel, I don’t usually think about how each line has to be carefully constructed so it doesn’t need to be split up into two or more text boxes. In my mind, if a visual novel is well-created, there’s not much that breaks a reader’s immersion.

Planning & Outlining

The previous section might sound really weird to some people, so let me elaborate.  I’m a lifelong ‘write by the seat of your pants’-er, so the biggest trial-and-error of creating Breathless Winds for me was planning out the game.

Initially, I created outlines for each of the four routes, and we agreed ahead of time on which CGs each route would have. That way, Doris could draw the necessary backgrounds and CGs while I was in the long process of drafting this game.  My original outlines weren’t great. I know a lot of people have different experiences with writing, but for me personally, a story is always shaping itself in my mind. When I started making the outlines for Breathless Winds, I knew the concepts we wanted to convey, but I didn’t know what each route (and the game as a whole) was really about yet. This might sound weird and unprofessional, but sometimes, I don’t know what a story is about until I finish the first draft.

So while I was writing, I would look at my outlines and I would think, “this doesn’t actually make sense, he wouldn’t say that” or “this plot point would work better if moved to this other section” or “there’s a plot hole here I didn’t notice”. The story wound up changing a lot in this way as I learned what it’s really ‘about’. 

And even after I finished the first draft, I’d get feedback from Doris and/or my editor and they would suggest fixes to problems that even I hadn’t noticed, and then I would revise the route some more, and later on I’d come back and need to redo part of the route to comply with something I wrote in a later route-- I haven’t really felt ‘finished’ with Breathless Winds at any point, and I think I’ll still feel this way after the game is released.

This means that sometimes, a background was created but would go unused because there was no space for the scene that would use it, or we’d need a new CG last-minute, or so on. 

When I’m figuring things out as I go while writing a non-VN, the only person that I can adversely affect is my own self… so I’m eternally grateful for all of Doris’s patience with me on this matter. I think Breathless Winds has come out a much better game for all the re-plotting and revision. 

I redid the outlines several times as I went. I think I’ve understood how to create outlines that personally work for me-- ‘living’ outlines that hit all the main points, but leave wiggle room for moments when a character does something unexpected, work the best for me.

Scope Creep

So, originally, each route was meant to be 40,000 words. “With four routes, that’s only 160,000 words!” I thought. “And some of my favorite visual novels are about that long, so I can write that much, too!” ← clueless

This is the most infamous mistake that new creators make, and I walked right into it. I should have known better since I’ve bitten off more than I can chew with past non-VN writing projects before, but I was starry-eyed and didn’t realize how much work it is to make a VN. Some of those favorite visual novels I referenced were made by much larger teams, writers whose full-time job was writing (I wrote all of these routes on the side while working at a day job). 

If I could have done it again, I would have asked Doris to start out with a really short VN. But, I don’t regret making Breathless Winds at all. It’s brought Doris and I a lot closer, for one. Every time I thought I wanted to give up on this, Doris would motivate me to continue. Without the two of us both and our strong friendship, Breathless Winds wouldn’t exist, and I think that’s beautiful. 

No matter what, we’re going to see it through to the end. (I hope people like it, though…)

Anyway, here I am talking about how much 40,000 words is. Each route now is about 60k to 70k words. The problem with having evolving outlines is that they can often evolve into double their original size.

We came up with the idea of the poachers really early in development, and then not addressing the poachers felt like a failing, but by that point it was too late to remove the poachers entirely… and so the game wound up a lot longer dealing with the poachers. 

I think that if we had an editor sooner on in the game’s development, then we might have had someone to tell us, “do you really need all of this in the game? Does this plot point really need to be there? Will you be able to write all of this in a reasonable amount of time?”, haha. But Doris and I were really excited about the possibilities of this game when we started creating it, and without anyone to reel us back in, we wound up coming up with more and more things we wanted to put in the game.

Did you know there was going to be an island full of talking rats who say things like “the big cheese” and stuff all the time in Breathless Winds? Yeah. 

The Core Design Philosophy of Breathless Winds

So, for anyone who’s read this far but doesn’t know yet-- the premise of Breathless Winds is that you play as a trans woman who doesn’t know she’s trans yet, and she finds love with one of four love interests as she discovers her gender identity. 

In real life, it can be a lot messier for a person to date when discovering their gender identity. To put it briefly and mildly, a trans person’s life and sense of personal identity can rapidly change during a gender crisis and the early stages of transition. 

However, we wanted to make this game a ‘wish-fulfillment’ type story-- a trans fantasy about acceptance, community, and love. During a gender crisis, it can be easy to feel as if one has lost touch with themselves and become isolated from others. A sincere wish shared by many trans people is to be accepted, loved, and even celebrated as their true gender, not just tolerated. 

Since many trans people don’t get love and acceptance in real life, especially with the ongoing transphobic moral panic, we wanted to create a game that would bring this feeling of trans joy and celebration to trans audiences. 

We also hope that cis players will still enjoy the story and characters, and maybe come away from the game with a new understanding about being transgender and other aspects of LGBT identity (although we never intended this game to be ‘educational’).

Making Characters that Celebrate Trans Identity

Although we went through several revisions, the core identities of each character stayed the same since the game was first ‘jokingly’ pitched. In another post, I discussed how each character is themed around a change in seasons. (I also wound up theming them around the four humors when I was initially concepting them-- I really wanted to avoid too much ‘overlap’ in the LI’s personalities, haha). 

Ultimately, characters are created to serve a role. The LIs in Breathless Winds were designed to be love interests, of course-- characters who would appeal to the hypothetical trans femme audience. As mentioned earlier, we modeled them after other trans fiction tropes because these types of characters have a certain tried-and-true appeal, but this left plenty of flexibility to put our own spin on it. 

A trans woman being loved as a woman by a cishet guy can feel like a high form of ‘passing’, ‘fitting in’ to the female gender role, and being validated by his orientation. He only likes women, and he likes you, so you’re undoubtedly a woman. As a cishet guy, he represents a sort of acceptance into a societal norm that trans women can desire to live to. (Lantana, as a cis lesbian, represents the sapphic counterpoint to this-- although there is of course a big gap between the ‘normalcy’ of a cishet man and a cis lesbian woman, and I don’t mean to say those two are equivalent.) 

But not all trans women want to live to that (cis) societal norm. Rue and Valerian, as a trans woman and a trans man respectively, are the t4t options. 

Rue’s route represents that trans/sapphic ‘envy’ (“do I want her or do I want to be her?”) as well as finding power in community aside from what society considers ‘normal’. We’ve always been pretty clear about what we wanted to do with Rue’s route.

We went back and forth a lot more on Valerian’s route. Initially, we were unsure if he should be trans. He and Rue are the two less-friendly love interests (at least initially), so I was afraid it would come across that t4t is a more hostile option, which is not true at all. But it also felt like a mistake to not have a trans man in the game-- but making Gallardia trans would have required a big overhaul of what we had in mind for him and his route. (Although, childhood friends t4t is a really good idea...)

Beyond that, Valerian takes a villainous role in any route that isn't his own. We were worried that it would be wrong to have a trans antagonist who represents unjust power. However, Breathless Winds is a queer game with other positive trans characters, and we've always approached Valerian as a hot anti-villain man that you can't help but like.

In the end, Valerian’s route is about breaking generational cycles and what it is that makes you a man, and I also managed to sneak in a scene where they dance at a ball in the royal palace, so in the end I think it all worked out great.

Wish Fulfillment and Catharsis

Doris and I both agreed that we wouldn’t depict on-screen transphobia in Breathless Winds. Poppy worries about not being accepted, but fear of acceptance can come with any change in identity. Rue was rejected by her family for being trans, but this doesn’t take place ‘on screen’ in the game. There exist certain metaphorical parallels for transness and transphobia, but every route has a happy ending. 

Following up on this-- it can be difficult to write about discovery of gender identity without writing about transphobia, considering how many trans people suffer from internalized transphobia during their period of repression.

Sometimes, repressed/closeted transgender people ‘hyper-perform’ their assigned gender as a form of denial. A trans woman might grow out a beard and join a gym, while a trans man might become very interested in makeup and feminine clothing. 

In Breathless Winds, Poppy often struggles with ‘strength’ and what it means to be a man. In several routes, she tries to prove her strength under the assumption that being stronger would make her happy. Afraid the world would reject her if she became who she really is, she preemptively rejects herself.

Not every trans person suffers from prolonged denial, internalized transphobia, or even gender dysphoria. I don’t think it’s impossible to tell a purely-positive story about trans joy. 

While Poppy never gets rejected for being trans, faces transphobia, gets called a slur, etc, she faces both internal and external (metaphorical) obstacles to realizing and accepting her identity. 

Gallardia represents a societal norm that Poppy can’t live up to herself as a man.

Lantana suffers from certain aspects of her identity as a woman, which makes Poppy feel guilt for wanting to be a girl.

Rue is isolated from town at the start of her route, a ‘punishment’ for breaking this societal norm.

Valerian has to hyper-conform to his masculine gender role at first in toxic ways before finding acceptance from within and from his loved ones.

These struggles are real to a lot of people, but instead of pretending they don’t exist, I hoped to tell a story about catharsis. Poppy is able to live up to her truth as a woman and finds love with Gallardia, Poppy and Lantana redefine what being a woman should and does mean to them, Rue and Poppy find community in others who don’t fit the norm, Poppy and Valerian stop seeking gender validation from a society that was never made to serve them. 

Although these powerful forces of oppression exist, loving yourself as a trans person- and loving those around you, protecting the natural world, and standing up for what you believe in- can save the day. That’s the kind of story we wanted to tell.

Wrap-up

There’s a lot more I could write, but this has already gotten really long (sorry!) so I’ll wrap it up here. 

Learning how to write a visual novel in terms of technical skill (how to depict events on-screen, how long each line should be) as well as in terms of writing skill (how to outline the game, how to plan visual assets) has been a massive undertaking for me. 

Writing Breathless Winds has been a big challenge but also deeply rewarding, and all of your support has made the experience even more wonderful. Thank you for reading and thank you for supporting the game!

[puppysp1tt]

Warnings: FTM Trans!Reader, Adult Armin, Top Armin, Bottom Reader, Messy Makeout, Leg Humping, Hickies, Breeding Kink, Mentions of Cervix Bullying, Copious Amounts of Precum, Like Mans is Leaky, Needy Armin, Standard Just The Tip Desperation, So So Much Praise, Petnames(Baby), Hand Holding During Sex, Armin Keeps Apologizing While Absolutely Rearranging Intestines, Armin is Literally a Freak in the Sheets Who Knew

Note:  Terminology For Genitalia Used: Folds, Cunt, Clit, Entrance, Cervix is Mentioned Armin is 21+

Word Count: 2.8K

When you and Armin finally stopped skirting around your feelings for each other, you both decided it would be best to take things as slowly as possible. Armin was such a soft and innocent person when it came to any form of intimacy, and you didn’t mind waiting a bit, never wanting to make the first move for fear of him feeling rushed. Plus, not rushing into anything meant being able to take it all in and feel like a slightly normal couple even as the threat of titans loomed above your heads every day.

The first time he hugged you, you don’t even think he'd realized he’d done it. It was after a successful expedition, and two weeks after the both of you made it official. Adrenaline and excitement were so strong in the air that his arms wrapped around you without a second thought. Only after he pulled back did the realization hit him. You watched his eyes widen, his entire face burning red, and all you could do was smile. You gave him a pat on the back, your touch lingering slightly as if to say, ‘It’s okay, I want you to touch me’, and continued with the excited chattering of the rest of your squad.

Despite that, though, the milestone for holding hands came slowly, one random afternoon in the mess hall a month later. You think back on it often—the way Armin’s face flushed a deep red as his hand slowly inched toward yours on the table, fingers interlacing together despite the prying eyes and giggles of the rest of the squad. It was the first time he touched you with intent, and his fingers felt so perfect between yours. You wanted to know if they felt as perfect inside of you. 

Your first kiss with him came a few weeks later, with the admission that it was his first kiss entirely. You remember how his voice shook when he pulled you toward a more secluded part of the library and asked if he could. The kiss itself was chaste, full of vulnerability, but even then, you were enamored by how soft his lips were and how his breath smelt like strawberries as it puffed briefly against your face. You wanted to know if his spit tasted like strawberries too. 

The inappropriate thoughts should’ve made you feel bad; if it weren’t for the fact that any time there was physical contact between the both of you, Armin would have to adjust himself in his pants. He always tried to do it discretely, pretending to scratch his leg or turning around and pretending to be doing something so you wouldn’t see him, but you knew what he was doing. You were happy your presence and touch were affecting him just as much as his was affecting you, and you wondered just how long it would take before that bubble of tension popped. 

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for both you and Armin to read together. You both had a huge interest in books and would spend hours silently enjoying each other's company while being taken outside the walls in the safety of words on a page. Usually, this was done in the library or the common area of the headquarters. But, Armin had asked if the both of you could read within the comfort of your quarters on that day. 

You both sat on the floor, side by side, so close that if you moved even an inch, your thighs would meet, with your backs pressed against the edge of your bed. In normal circumstances, privacy while reading would be nice. Even if the library was supposed to be a quiet place, it could become rowdy at times, and the common room always had a buzz of people in and out of it. But these weren’t normal circumstances. You knew Armin was the type to silently scheme and plan miles ahead. It was the whole reason that Erwin had unofficially taken him under his wing. Him asking you to be somewhere private with him when all other times the public areas of the base had been fine, meant he probably had something other than reading in mind for the both of you to do together. There was no other reason for the sudden change, right?

That was the only thought going through your head as you tried desperately to focus on the book in your hands. You could feel the heat radiating off of Armin’s body beside you, allowing yourself to glance at him. You didn’t expect him to already be looking at you. His face was flushed, and his lips were glossy as if he had just freshly wettened them with his tongue. 

“I think… I mean— if you would like to. I would, uh, like to try kissing… more.” His voice was so sweet and soft, eyes shifting down toward your lips before slowly raking back up.

“I’d like that, yeah.” You tried to keep your voice calm, though every piece of you was vibrating with excitement. You carefully set your book beside you, standing and holding a hand out to him. He looked at you confused, but took it anyway and stood himself. “Wanna sit on the bed.” You clarified, intertwining your fingers with his as you hopped up on the plush mattress. He took a seat beside you, his lip pulled between his teeth. It was obvious he was nervous. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” you reassured. “Just kissing, yeah?” 

“Yeah.” He gave a nod and leaned forward. Your lips brushed for a second, electricity flowing through the both of you at the brief contact, just as it always did when you shared chaste kisses. However, this was different, Armin giving your hand a soft squeeze as your lips finally slotted together. Your free hand moved to clasp the back of Armin’s head, a silent reassurance, heat beginning to bloom in your stomach from the sheer sweetness that the kiss held. Armin’s tongue swiped the bottom of your lip, and you accepted him greedily. You were pleased to know that his spit did taste like strawberries; it mingled with yours as your tongues lazily explored each other. The kiss only broke when the both of you needed air, taking a small moment before resuming with more heat.

You felt a hand softly grip at your hip, as if you might crumble into pieces if the grip were any harder than the brush of a feather. Your fingers tangled into golden locks, your fingertips grazing his scalp, which earned you a soft groan that you gladly drank up. The tongue in your mouth doubled its efforts, exploring further, becoming more insistent and less hesitant. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought Armin had done this before, with the confidence you could feel growing in him. Your body was reacting to the contact as it always had, thighs pressing together to help ease the throbbing sensation you began to feel between them. The rumbling of a soft moan left your throat, the hand on your hip squeezing just the smallest amount at the sound. You could feel the bed bouncing softly, could feel Armin’s legs flexing against yours. He pulled back from the kiss, his lips red and swollen, eyes half-mast. You looked down and realized where the movement was coming from, his hips were bucking slightly into the air, no doubt attempting to grind himself against the fabric of his own pants. 

“I’m… Can I… Ne-need to rub against something. I’m sorry, it’s just so much and I—” 

Without replying, you flung the leg closest to him up, letting it rest against Armin’s crotch and dangle between his legs. He let out a small gasp, his free hand immediately moving to rest on your thigh as if he were holding you in place. His hips never stopped their tiny movements, and you could feel just how hard he was under your lower thigh. You tugged him into another kiss, missing the friction your thighs being pressed together gave you but loving the feeling of him rutting up against you more. You took in every little sound he made, breathing in the air from his lungs like it was yours for the taking. 

There was spit dripping down your chin from just how messy the kiss had gotten, Armin becoming primal in the way he gripped the meat of your thigh. You pressed your leg down slightly, the expected and sudden pressure causing his rhythm to falter for a moment before picking back up, a breathy sound escaping his lips. His teeth clashed with your bottom lip, tugging against it hard and letting go with a soft pop. Instead of pressing his lips against yours again, he only kissed the corner of your mouth, and then down further and further, smearing saliva until he reached your neck. His tongue lapped behind your ear, hand beginning to explore your inner thigh.

“Hhaa…” His teeth scraped against your skin, mouth latching onto that section for a moment before moving to another. Your hand squeezed his, still interlaced and resting against the bed behind the both of you. His hips stilled.

“Fu-fuck… Can I just— I need to take it out. It hurts so much, my pants are too tight. Please…” His breath against your wet neck gave you goosebumps, voice muffled as he continued to mark you with hickies you weren’t even sure he knew he was making. You had never heard Armin swear before; the sound of it was making you dizzy. 

“Ye-yeah. Tha— Nngg.. That’s fine.” Your voice was breathless, unable to hold back moans as he continued to ravish your throat. He pushed your leg to the side a bit, and you watched as he fumbled with the zip of his pants. After managing to undo them, he reached inside, tugging his briefs down as his cock sprang free, hooking them under his balls. You took the sight in, his cock visibly throbbing, the head of it a bright red, almost purple from the amount of blood being pumped through. Pearlescent beads of precum were puddling up and falling down his thick shaft, and you were sure the inside of his briefs were soaked in it. Wirey, trimmed blonde hair peaked from the base, leading up in a trail and disappearing underneath his shirt.

“Lo-look at what you’re doing t’me. You always—” He tugged your thigh back against his cock, and you could feel him shiver at the roughness of your jeans as he bucked into it. “Hhaaa— Always get me s-so worked up. Can’t— M-mm… Can’t help it…” He licked back up your neck, planting another kiss against your lips. Your tongue automatically moved with his, his hand settling on your inner thigh again. You could feel his touch grow bolder, moving closer and closer to where you needed him most. His fingers grazed against your crotch, causing your hips to buck into the feeling. You were so hard and wet, clit jumping at the sensation. He could surely feel the bud against your pants and began to target it, pressing his index finger in circles around it. 

“A-Armin— Mnng..” You broke the kiss, head leaning back as your eyes closed. You felt his hips speed slightly at the sound of his name, precum soaking into the leg of your jeans.

“O-off. Want them off. ‘M sorry… Please. Jus’ wanna see you.” Armin mumbled, slurred with lust. He moved his hand up, tugging at the bottom of your shirt. “Th-this too. Please, baby…” 

You let go of his hand to tug your shirt off, letting Armin work on unbuttoning your pants. Your leg moved from Armin’s lap, and your hips lifted off of the bed to allow him to tug them down completely, along with your briefs. Without pause, Armin did the same, completely stripping himself of clothing. You felt a hand against your chest, pushing you to lay back against the bed. He nestled in between your thighs as if he was always meant to be there, taking in the sight of you. You watched his cock bounce, precum dripping onto the mattress. 

“You’re so beautiful. I— Wanna just… Can I…” He couldn’t even finish his thought, bracing one hand beside your head, lacing his fingers with yours with the other hand, and holding that one above your head. His cock fit perfectly in between your folds, his hips slowly grinding against you. With each movement, the tip of his cock hit your swollen clit, causing your back to arch. “M’sorry— Fuck— You’re so wet, I— Hah… S-so fucking warm… m’sorry…” 

“Armi—” A moan caught in your throat, Armin’s cock catching against your entrance. You could feel yourself clenching around nothing, arm clutching against his back like a lifeline. Your nails dug in slightly, leaving crescent-shaped imprints.

“Just— Just gonna p-put the tip in, okay? M’so sorry… Feels too good… Just the tip, ‘promise.” You gave a nod. It was really all you were capable of doing—the friction from him grinding against you, leaving your mouth too occupied with moans to say anything. You felt the bluntness of the head of his cock prodding against you, pleasure flowing through your veins as it pushed in. “Mmm.. Sh-shit. You’re even— Hahhh… Wa-warmer inside…”

The whine that you let out would’ve been embarrassing if it didn’t feel so good to have Armin inside of you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and his hips began to move in tiny thrusts. 

“Fuck… N-nng… It’s like you’re sucking me in. So tight against me. M’sorry— I— M’so sorry— Feels so… Ahh…” His hips began to pick up speed, his head leaning down to kiss and suck against your already bruised neck. Each thrust began to feel deeper, more and more pushing inside of you. His pubic bone was rubbing against your swollen clit on each thrust. “M’sorry, m’sorry, m’sorry- Shit— Baby, you— Mmm… Fu-fuck I can’t…” His cock bottomed out in you, pelvis pressed against yours for only a moment before he began to slam into you. 

“‘Min— Too much! Yo-you’re so big! Fu-fuck ‘Min— So full!” You managed to get out in between moans. You felt lightheaded, Armin’s cock pressing against you in all the right places. The head of his cock felt like it was bullying your cervix each time he pushed inside fully; the rhythm of his hips unruly and unforgiving. You could already feel your orgasm growing close, your stomach growing tighter and tighter. 

“Ca-can’t stop— M’so sorry— Feels so good. Ba-baby, your cunt feels so good. N-nnmm… M’sorry, you take me so well. Su-such a good boy, taking me so deep—” You could barely even register his hand clutching yours, his praise ringing in your ears. Your legs tightened around his waist, the heels of your feet digging into his tailbone. “Wanna… Fuck ahh— Gonna cum… Baby, please— Mmm… Can’t stop— M’gonna cum inside… Wanna fill you up. You’re milking my cock, baby— Hahh… Squeezing me so— fuck— m’sorry— m’gonna breed you, baby— Fuck, m’sorry, m’sorry—” 

The way Armin was talking to you, you just couldn’t take it anymore. White flashed behind your eyes, your cunt pulsing around his cock as you came. Your nails scratched down his back, leaving red marks behind. 

Armin let out a guttural moan, his hips stuttering at the rhythmic clenching. You could feel his warm cum spurting inside of you, filling you up. His hips continued to rock, making sure every last drop was inside before his arm gave out and he collapsed on top of you. You both lay like that, panting as the high slowly came down, his spent cock beginning to soften inside of you. When he finally did move, his face had that familiar flush you loved. 

“O-oh my god. I’m so sorry, I— I don’t know what came over me.” He scrambled to get off of you, causing you to whine softly at the empty feeling of your cunt. You could already feel cum dribbling out of you, sliding down your ass and onto the covers. “That was— I didn’t mean to— I’m sorry.” He was rushing to pick up his clothes from the floor, unable to look at you. 

“Armin. Armin, baby, look at me,” you said as you sat up. Every part of you was throbbing. He was tugging up his pants when his eyes snapped up to you. They hovered on your neck before moving to your face, his cheeks growing impossibly redder. You could tell he was trying desperately hard not to look at your body. “I liked it. Loved it even. Did it make you feel good?” His brows furrowed in thought, tucking himself into his jeans blindly. 

“Ye-yeah, I did feel good. I, um… I am sorry, though…”

You smiled, willing your body to move to the edge of the bed even though it felt like jello. You took his hand in yours, squeezing it.

“Can we maybe do that again sometime?” 

[bisexualcage]

HIHI!!

UHMM NO PRESSURE

could you do an nsfw fic with mk11 (!old) form johnny x ftm bottom reader? preferably post-op (top surgery) and pre-op bottom surgery? SORRY THAT ITS SO SPECIFIC I’m just head over heels for this man he’s so cute!!

maybe something like morning sex, praising etc. THANK YOU SM!

(Sorry for the late reply! Hope you enjoy!)

Just Before Sunrise |

Older Johnny Cage x Trans Male Reader, NSWF MDNI! 🔞

Relationship: Older MK11 Johnny Cage x Trans Male/Masc Reader

Warnings: literal smut, afab anatomy, post top surgery, ect.

An: didn’t really proof read welp

Johnny stayed out for the night doing a late shift at the special forces military base. Supposedly he had to get some rookies in to to shape and his higher ups put the incredible tedious responsibility of getting them ready despite his refusal of only being a civilian contractor. Nonetheless, you passed out by 10 pm and figured he’d come in and wake you up; just not in the way you thought.

You slept in till the morning, feeling something rubbing between your legs softly. It felt like a palm almost and your eyes shot wide open in shock as you thought it was a dream but it wasn’t. There was Johnny, his nose nuzzled in to your neck and his calloused hand was palming your clothed crotch softly. By the way he still had his usual military attire on you could only guess he came in just recently. Hungry for something else that wasn’t his work.

“J- Johnny?” You sit up a bit, trying to meet his eyes.

Johnny chuckled, meeting your orbs finally, eye bags around his sunken tired eyes. His salt and pepper hair slightly disheveled. “There you are, mornin’ baby.” He mumbled, still casually palming between your legs as if it was so natural to him. “You missed me?” He pecks your lips softly.

Your face is practically red and your breath is picking up, “Christ, what a way to wake me…” you chuckle.

“You know what I was thinking while rounding up those rookies today?” His hot breath hits your nose, his expression serious. Your breath hitches and you whimper as his palming picks up, his eyes unwavering. “I was thinking about how badly I wanted to feel you. Be in you. Make love to you. But no, I had those damn kids I had to straighten out.”

“Oh- oh really? Were they- that- that bad?” You stutter and swallow, barely able to pay attention to him.

Johnny chuckles, a toothy grin showing as his eyes crinkle at you; “Immature punks is all. Now…” he trails off, his palm now ceasing and not moving on your crotch anymore. “…Will you do me a favor, baby boy?”

You nod frantically, already missing the friction. “Can I see you? Take your shirt off.” He sounded almost desperate and it was barely a question, his eyes firmly on you.

Your hands had a mind of their own and they immediately started to pull your shirt over your head and throwing it to the floor. All the while Johnny licked his lips and kneeled between your legs on the bed, then started to lean down over your torso and figure. His face nuzzling your bare chest with his lips and sharp nose, kissing the top surgery scars that rested neatly under each pec. You immediately grow goosebumps and your chest hardens slightly. “Ah-“ you gasp softly.

Johnny’s big arms then wrap around your waist, pulling you against him tightly and making his face smushed against your torso; “Every time I see you, your journey, it makes me so proud of you. You’re braver than any guy out there, these scars prove it.” He mumbled against your skin.

You chuckle and flick his head with your pointer finger, “Don’t make me all mushy right now, you big doofus-“

Your playful banter is interrupted by him suddenly lightly biting down on your pec making you yelp; “HEY!”

Johnny snorts loudly and holds you even tighter against him as he hides his face on your chest; “Don’t interrupt my mushy speeches!”

“Alright alright-“ you laugh loudly, “just-“

He starts kissing your scars again, peppering kisses across your chest softly, getting a rise out of you again. He was so gentle and patient with you, it always made you smile like an idiot in love. And he knew his sappy behavior was something you loved, despite your best efforts to seem unbothered by them. It’s what egged him on, your reluctance to be vulnerable sometimes. He then started unbuckling your belt, struggling to undo it because of the excitement that was coursing through him.

“Alright, let me.” You chuckle endearingly at him with a smile, you then unbuckle your belt easily and halting at the button of your pants. He took this as a cue of taking over again, quickly undoing your jeans and zipper and throwing it to the floor as well— leaving you in nothing but your briefs. There was an undeniable arousal coming from you as your briefs were slightly wet.

Johnny’s mouth went agape and a grunt came from the back of throat, as if he was trying so hard to keep himself together at the sight of your arousal. He then went ahead without warning and ripped your briefs offs, your body now fully exposed. He took this as a cue to start undoing his shirt and pants as quickly as he could, the poor man was almost out of breath.

“Johnny relax-“ you chuckle at his desperation.

“I gotta have you-“ he breathed out, “been stuck in that hell hole all day— I ain’t wasting no time, sweetheart.”

Johnny was now naked, between your legs and gently rubbing your thighs with a mischievous grin. His torso was rock hard for his age, and his biceps were the size of your head. It never ceased to amaze you how top shape he is in. Your cheeks turned red as you eyed him down, your eyes settling on his hard cock that was rubbing against the inside your thigh.

He saw this of course and chuckled with a bit of cockiness; “Mmm- keep looking at me like that stud and I’ll have you immovable by the time this is done.”

You punch his shoulder playfully and roll your eyes, he then softly pulls your hips towards him as he settles more between your legs. The playful atmosphere suddenly vanished and all you saw was lust and passion in his eyes, an unquenchable hunger. You swallow deeply, goosebumps all over your skin as he starts leaning over your body. His chest coming in to contact with yours, he nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck, his arms then wrapping tightly around your waist making you completely squished against him.

Johnny’s breath picks up, all hot and humid against your neck and he wasn’t even inside yet. It’s like he wanted to consume you completely with how he held you, cocooning you from the world. He was bigger than you so it was easy for him to engulf you under him. Suddenly, he snakes one arm between his legs and inserts the tip of his member in your folds— teasing you.

“Ah- fuck you-“ you groan, your eyes closing tightly.

“Oh you love it.” He snickers, his hot breath hitting your face, “Now…” his eyes turn soft again, “Take a deep breath, baby…” he rubs your jaw with his free hand.

You turn warm, knowing what was coming and nod. As soon as you do he doesn’t hesitate to slowly move in, his throbbing warm length slipping inside of you. You let out a moan along with him, he immediately wraps his large arms around your waist again, bringing you even closer to him. His breath became heavy as he rested his head on your neck. He then kisses your neck and starts slowly thrusting in to you, making you whimper softly. The grip his arms had around you becoming tighter and tighter by the second.

“Those lovely little noises…ah- fuck-“ he groans as he thrusts firmer against your core now, licking along your jaw.

“Oh god-“ you let out, gripping his lower back and desperately trying to bring him even closer.

He moans against your ear now, his cock twitching inside you and hitting your walls so firmly. Your walls welcoming him as they grip around his throbbing length. Johnny then slides a hand to the back of your head, gently gripping at your hair and bringing your face to his— kissing your lips passionately and desperately as he kept thrusting erratically in to you. Your breath was short and hot as you moaned in to his mouth.

“Fuck baby…I’m close…” he hisses in to your wet mouth, gripping your hair now a bit roughly. “You take me so nicely, so warm and tight for me- such a good boy-“

“Jesus Christ-“ you moan loudly.

“Wrong JC, sweetheart-“ he jokes in the middle of reaching his height with you, as if he couldn’t help but make you chuckle at the situation.

You wrap your arms around his neck and bring him closer, hiding your face against his neck as you cried softly reaching your climax with him. “Johnny-“

He engulfs you again, his arm tightening around you more as his head rests on top of yours, his breath hitching and his whimpers loud; “oh honey….that’s it, that’s it- fuck- take it all, take it all…every last drop-“ he buckles weakly against you a few more times before warm ribbons of his cum fill you up, his hips shaking as he doesn’t let go of you and his praises don’t cease.

“Ah- …so good, such a good boy- mine- only mine- my sweetheart-“ he mumbled tiredly and warmly against your ear, kissing your jaw softly. So full of love and patience as you both lay in your sweat and release. Johnny then held you tightly against his chest, like he was afraid you’d vanish in his grip once it was all done. He looks at your flushed face and chuckles, “How did I get so lucky?”

“It wasn’t luck, it was your annoying insistence on asking me out-“ you chuckle with a love struck expression on your face, thinking back to when he wouldn’t give up on you.

“So ‘Johnny Cage Luck’?” His eyebrow quirks up at you with a grin.

“For the last time…there’s no such thing as JOHNNY CAGE LUCK-“ you roll your eyes playfully.

“Oh I beg to differ, one time on set I convinced a bunch of executives to sign off on this crazy film idea I had-“

“Thats just your annoying charisma!”

[fixing-bad-posts]

Heya, I really really hope this doesn't come off as particularly rude, but I was wondering, why would bisexual women be considered lesbians sometimes and I think you also brought up transgender men and genderqueer ppl? For bisexual women, I just am kinda confused, they can be in lesbian relationships and lesbian spaces, but just describing them as lesbians seems kinda confusing because lesbian denotes specifically sapphic attraction at least from where I've always heard it, so wouldn't it be kinda confusing. And for the genderqueer folks or trans folks, wouldn't that just bring their genders closer to feminine and at least from what I've heard from some pple I know, they don't like non binary being seen as more womanly (I've heard it being described as woman-lite before annoying) and instead seen as a more inbetween which it sometimes isn't, because of bigotry and other things since nbs can be both fem or masc or androgynous, but wouldn't non woman lesbians kinda push it to be seen as kinda more fem or that person as more fem? I don't know and frankly I'm just kinda confused. I'm really really sorry that this probably comes off as super rude and I hope you forgive me. I frankly just want to learn a little more and have been reading up but wanted to know what you thought. And I just realized how long this was, so so sorry

hello anon! these days, i usually don’t answer asks like these because i’ve already done so several times, but you seem very well-meaning and confused, so i’ll do my best to help. first of all, please check my faq for resources and links about mspec labels and bi lesbians.

second of all—generally—here is my advice for when you encounter a queer label that confuses you:

1) literally just ignore it until you...

2) meet someone in your life who uses that label, at which point you might (respectfully) ask them what using that label means to them specifically, and why it’s important. i’ve done this in real life. the script is something like,

“it’s really cool to get to talk to someone in real life about this stuff—if i may ask, what does identifying as [insert label] mean to you, personally?”

you might also say,

“i’ve never met someone who identifies with [their label] before. would you mind giving me some pointers on the important things to keep in mind in order to respect your identity/make sure you feel respected by me?”

i’ve also never asked anyone to correct me if i mess up and say something rude, but i’m working on the confidence and charisma to be able to say that, because i owe that to others.

all of that said, i wanted to respond to some of your specific questions, and clarify a couple of things below the cut. to clarify:

1. “describing [bisexual women] as lesbians seems kinda confusing because lesbian denotes specifically sapphic attraction”. to be clear i am not the one describing bisexual women as lesbians, in this hypothetical situation. when i post about bi-lesbians, i am posting in support of people who—for whatever reason—chose that label for themselves. what i am not doing: advocating to redefine the classically understood definition of lesbian for the entire populous.

2. “wouldn’t it be kinda confusing”? yes! i understand it can be confusing, and i commend you for expressing your confusion instead of reacting in disgust or anger. there are so many things in the queer community that are confusing, even to me, and you don’t need to feel guilty for asking questions as long as you come from a place of genuine curiosity. being confused isn’t bad, and defining yourself in a way that confuses others is, likewise, no transgression.

3. “for the genderqueer folks or trans folks, wouldn’t [identifying as a lesbian] just bring their genders closer to feminine […] wouldn’t non woman lesbians […] be seen as kinda more fem”? the answer is: sort of. it depends entirely on how and why the person using this label came to these words. you wrote, “i’ve heard from some pple i know, they don’t like non binary being seen as more womanly”, and i have definitely also heard that! so, for people who feel that way, they probably wouldn’t want a label that evokes womanhood and/or aligns them with femininity assigned to them. but every person is different—so for some nonbinary people, they absolutely do not want to be seen as “woman-lite”, whereas for other nonbinary people, they might want to be seen closer to femme than masc, while still nonbinary. this goes back to what i said at the beginning: best practice is to ask the people in your life how they want you to respect them.

closing thoughts: i hope this clarified some things, but i understand that the topic may still be confusing—feel free to message me if you want a non-judgmental queer to talk things through with. i promise i’ll take you in good faith <3

[arvandus]

If you don't mine writing Dabi with a S/O that's a trans man and on their period.

Oh anon, I'm so sorry it took me so long to finally write this. It took some time for me to build the confidence, as I am not trans. However, I hope that I was able to empathize and understand in a way that resonates for you. Hopefully you're still around to be able to read this and I hope it is to your liking!

Between a Rock and a Hard Place (Dabi x trans male Reader)

CW: A bit of angst; hurt/comfort; established relationship; Dabi learning to be soft.

WC: 1,704

Nothing forced you into the bone-aching, skin-itching discomfort of gender dysphoria like getting your period.

It didn’t matter how you dressed, or the chest binders that you wore, or the name that you picked for yourself that resonated within your soul in a way your dead name never did.  Each month, the flawed imperfection of nature reminded you exactly how ill-suited your body was to your spirit.

You did your best to ignore it, to handle what needed to be handled with barely a glance.  But no amount of pain relievers could rid you of it entirely, the pain sometimes so severe that it felt like divine punishment.

This was how Dabi found you. 

He’d snuck through your window – the one you kept unlocked just for him – to find you curled up and miserable beneath your blankets as you lay on your couch, the pale blue light of the TV illuminating your face. You barely looked at him when he entered, and that alone was enough to set off the warning bells in his mind.  Usually, you were happy to see him. Usually, you were scolding him about his unusual entry, even as a grin tugged at your lips and your hands pulled him close by his coat collar.

But not this time.

This time, you were anything but welcoming.

“Go away,” was all you muttered, you voice muffled beneath your blankets.

You didn’t really want him to go, but you also didn’t feel like yourself in this very moment.  You didn’t want to be perceived, and you most definitely didn’t want to be touched.

And Dabi always loved touching.

Lots and lots of touching.

Dabi didn’t go. Instead, he stared down at you with sharp, blue eyes, his hands buried in his pockets.  He stayed silent, brooding almost, as he walked past you and into your kitchen.  You sighed heavily as you heard the fridge open, heard the pop of a beer can being opened.

When he returned, he didn’t try to worm his way close to you, didn’t invade your personal space like he usually enjoyed doing.  Instead, he sat on the arm of the couch and stared at the show you were watching.

Silence hovered between you, and the longer he lingered, the guiltier you felt.  He came here for you, to find comfort in you.  You were his safe place, his home.  Even though he never said it, you knew it, could feel it each time in the way that he kissed you, held you...

But it felt like that person wasn’t here right now.  That version of you that he found solace in wasn’t home, instead replaced by someone broken and confused.

Tears started to sting the corners of your eyes, and close behind came the tingling sensation of nasal congestion, the harbingers of open crying.  You sniffed, wiped at your eyes before the tears could fall, hoping to keep the actions subtle.

But Dabi was far too perceptive for that.

“What’s wrong?” he finally asked.

“Nothing,” you lied.  “I just don’t feel good.”

“You sick?”

“...yeah.”

“Move over.”

You curled your legs tighter against yourself, allowing him room at your feet.  He sat next to you and placed his hand over your covered calf.  You recoiled from his touch, afraid of what it meant, of what it could possibly lead to. Dabi stared at you, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pulled into a frown.

“You mad at me or something?”

“No.”

That much was the truth, at least, and it felt good to be able to say something that felt honest for once.

“Then why won’t you let me touch you?”

His question made you feel cornered, trapped.  He didn’t believe you.  Why should he, you realized.  It wasn’t as if you’d made him feel welcome since the moment he stepped foot into your apartment.

“Because I don’t want to be touched,” you replied.

Dabi didn’t understand, and you could see the confusion and frustration written in the angles of his mouth, in the tight pull of his staples.

“Why--”

You snapped.  “Because I can’t fuck you tonight, okay??”

Dabi froze, his blue eyes wide, mouth slightly parted.  You froze too, your breath caught in your throat, tears burning at your eyes and you hoped they would blind you, keep you from seeing how much you hurt him.

You expected him to snap at you, to get pissed.  You weren’t sure why you expected that... it wasn’t as though the two of you ever fought.  Oddly enough, your relationship with Dabi was rather...mellow.  Maybe it was because both of you had seen enough of what unhealthy relationships were to know what to avoid.

But he didn’t get mad.  Instead, his expression gentled.  Not into something entirely soft, of course... Dabi wasn’t a soft person. But it calmed into neutrality, and he stared at you for the first time that night as if he saw you... truly saw you.

“It’s that time, isn’t it?” he finally asked.

You were surprised he figured it out so quickly.  After all, he’d never been around you before when it was your time of the month.  It was a combination of circumstance and carefully delivered text messages that managed to keep him away from you when you were struggling the most.  The fear of his reputation as a wanted criminal leading a trail of breadcrumbs to your doorstep made his visits woefully infrequent.  And the other times, times when you’d planned to meet up, were occasionally canceled with excuses on your part.  The need to work late, stuck in a social engagement, having the flu, etc.

Your tears spilled over finally, and you nodded, half-covering yourself against his piercing gaze. You stared at the TV in an attempt to put distance between yourself and your emotions.

Dabi let out a sigh and took a sip of his beer as he stared at the TV.  “Well that explains a lot...” he muttered.

And you knew in that moment that your excuses would never work again.  It left a strange vulnerability within you that you weren’t prepared for, but were forced to accept just the same.

You waited to see if he would do anything.  Get up to leave or get mad at you.  But he didn’t.  Instead he sat there, waiting.

Waiting for you.

“Sorry,” you finally whispered.  “I should have told you.”

“’S fine,” he replied. He finished his beer and set it on the coffee table in front of him. “it’s not a big deal, y’know.”

“Yeah, it is,” you muttered.

Dabi gave you a look of reproach, as if you offended him.

“Trust me,” he said, “it’s not.”

“That’s not what I meant,” you replied. “What I mean is that it’s a big deal to me.”

You forced yourself to sit up with a wince, the blankets still wrapped around you and covering your head as you sat cross-legged next to him. You were close enough now for your shoulder to touch his and your knee to rest over his thigh, and you took comfort in his warmth, in the firmness of his body. It was grounding in a way.

“I hate feeling like this,” you muttered.  “Like I’m stuck in a body that isn’t mine. I wish I could rip it out of me, like a puzzle piece that doesn’t fit.”

You felt Dabi’s arm drape over your shoulder, and this time you didn’t recoil. Instead, you leaned into it, allowing your weight to rest against his side.  You inhaled the scent of him, rich and comforting.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, his voice reverberating where his chin rested against your head.

“Yeah.”

“Did you take anything for it?”

“Yeah, but it didn’t work. I still feel like my insides are being scraped out with a knife.”

Dabi let a long breath out of his nose.

“Open up your blanket,” he said.

Your body stiffened again, and he noticed.

“Relax, I’m not gonna try anything.”

You unfurled from your cocoon and Dabi took the blanket.

“Lay down,” he ordered.

You did, resting your head in his lap. He put the blanket back over you, and tucked his arm beneath it until it was wrapped around your torso, his palm and fingers resting against the cotton of your shirt over your belly.  A moment later, a soothing warmth began to emanate from his touch.  Your heart fluttered in your chest and tears welled in your eyes.

“Dabi....” you started.

“Shut up and lemme take care of you,” he muttered.

So you did, falling into silence as you both continued to watch TV.  It wasn’t long before you felt his other hand on your head, his rough, calloused fingers gently petting you along your hairline and along the curve of your ears. 

Your breath caught in your throat at his gentle care.  He’d never done this before.  To be quite honest, you weren’t entirely sure he was capable of such affection.  It wasn’t that he didn’t care about you, but his way of expressing his feelings was either more heated and needy, or more... clumsy, all awkward pats and even more awkward words.

But now, right now, he was learning, adapting.  And you couldn’t deny that you needed it.  You needed this.  You needed to be touched, not out of desire, but out of love.  To be a person first and foremost, all other aspects of yourself set aside because they were secondary to what truly made you ‘you.’  One minute became two, two became three.  As the minutes stretched, your body began to relax.

Finally, Dabi spoke, his voice deep and laced with a tangled web of hurt and something akin to love.  “I don’t come here just for the sex, you know...” he muttered.  “I come here because it’s the one place where I feel happy.”

Guilt dug a hole deep into your heart.  You were supposed to be his rock, his safe space, and yet... here you were, neither of those things.

Tears stung your eyes again as your vision blurred.

“Even now?” you asked.

Dabi gave a dry huff. “Yeah, dumbass. Even now.”

And for the first time, you realized Dabi could be your rock too.

[sweetzscore]

What if I fakeposted about my ocs. What then

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Me: [after talking about aliens n space for 3 hours] I dunno I just think they’re kinda neat

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Your record is actually four hours

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Sometimes I just black out and talk about doctor who a lot too

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Ive had girlfriends before which is really weird because I am the most idiotic loser ever. Bitch what do you see in me

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This is true you are very much a loser

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I second this

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Listen here you little shits

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I’m very publicly intersex and my favourite thing about this is that I am a high schooler and my classmates get rlly confused all the time and its so funny

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I like to ask them why they’re so interested in my dick (or lack thereof) and they usually just combust or something

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high schoolers are very invasive an insensitive so I like to give them the funniest answers possible

I once told a kid that when I was born they asked me if I wanted a dick or a vag and I couldn’t decide so they gave me one of those multicolour pens where you click down the things to get the new colour

🎬 samthehotdog

That. Is the best thing I have ever heard

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Theres so many fucking fags at my school I hate this stupid place

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What are you doing on this website

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Stfu tranny

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I go to OP’s school and I can confirm he is very stupid and mean and nobody with any sense actually likes him

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Lmaooo

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Vent under the cut

read more

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Fuckin got you didn’t I

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Go fuck yourself

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Don’t mind if I do

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There’s something wrong with both of you

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>be me

>have a crush on a guy

>guy likes someone else

>other guy is homophobic, used to be my friend but dropped me when I came out

>dont have the heart to tell my crush

Hes gonna get his heart broken either way and like :((( UGHH i just want him to like me

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Oof thats rough pal

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Yeah Im real sorry abt that Val :(

A little off topic but I didn’t know you had a crush?

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Haha nope. No crush here. I dont have any crushes nosireee

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Real subtle mate

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Im just gonna make it clear right now if you don’t think that straight aces are lgbt i need you to get the fuck off my blog right now

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are you vagueposting abt your boyfriend’s haters

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Die mad

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anonymous asked: wait you have a boyfriend ???

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Actually @:reedinthemarsh isn’t my boyfriend he’s my wife

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When did we get married also when did I transition???

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It’s only a matter of time

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GELP???

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My parents think that me being non-binary might be confusing for my little brothers but I explained it to them once and they immediately understood, said “okay” and then asked me what my 2nd favourite colour was

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URL check

Cosmic: nope

Girl: nope

Thing: sure why not

[cripple-punk-dad]

i hope you don’t mind this but like i’m 14 (not white, trans, gay, that stuff) and seeing a lot of people talk about how a lot of countries are going far right & extremism is coming back in full swing & no rainbow capitalism, etc is kind of scary. how do i like. not be so scared all the time? i just thought you’d know but if this is a weird ask i totally get it

It is scary. It's downright terrifying, looking out into the world and seeing the pattern of hatred, bigotry, and violence that is feels like its only growing more prevalent. Sometimes it feels like I'm on an island in a huge ocean of people who just want me to die, or change who I am, or both.

Not only that, but being 14 is fucking terrifying. You're not an adult yet, so you can't enact 'real change', you can't even drive (in the U.S) so your transportation is limited. You can't (legally) even get a job or anything. The world has done pretty much everything it can to keep you feeling scared. That's really hard to deal with!

This is usually where I'd say something dramatic, like "don't let them get away with that." But that's easier said than done. And that doesn't really answer your question, either. So instead I'll say this: It's hard to be scared when you 1) know your enemy, and 2) have other things to focus on. I don't mean that you should go debate every conservative you see, or even interact with them. But taking the time to understand the ideologies of fascism, alt-right conservatism, TERFS, white supremacists, etc. not only helps you to see how wrong they are, but also how they always fail and will continue to fail. This is also a good time to research and reinforce your own ideologies and beliefs. No one is immune to propaganda, but it's a lot easier to recognize it if you know what you're looking for.

But don't let that consume you. Remember, these people want you to be scared and isolated. If you spend all your time obsessing over everything wrong with the world (which is very easy with social media and the internet) then the people who want you gone will only grow stronger. So it really is a good idea to fight against that by building up a community of friends, and by building yourself up too. What I mean is this: Go outside, look at the ground, find a weird bug you don't know anything about. Read the obituaries in a newspaper. Go dumpster diving. Learn about something that interests you. Write a letter to somebody and never send it (or do). Pick up a weird hobby. You can just start gluing shit together, no one is gonna stop you, there are a lot less rules than you think.

But above all, remember that while history is full of empires collapsing, and wars, and horrors beyond imagination. The fall of Rome didn't happen overnight, it happened over centuries. But even in the midst of all that, people still made art, and had families, and not only survived, but lived fulfilling lives. I promise that you can and will be able to do that too. The sun will continue to shine, the grass will continue to grow, and the Earth will keep on spinning.

[bbybluemochi]

bbybluemochi's F.A.Q. ✧･ﾟ

Hi! Arun here! I thought that instead of answering your submissions one by one I’d gather all the frequently asked questions and answer them in a single post (this is a mix of art/OC/commissions related q's)!

Please note that I do read all your messages and I’m so grateful for every one of them!!!! I keep all your words really close to my heart, thank you for liking my art and loving my Ocs as much as I do, it means the world to me <3

What’s the name of your OCs?

They’re called Cotton (the blonde one) and Puppy (the dark haired one). The original idea for them was to make some silly wolf/bunny OCs (that’s why Cotton is called like that, it was supposed to be a joke about her tail…) but somewhere along the way they took over and became something completely different!

Is there a webcomic for your OCs?

Not currently! I don’t have the time or the skills (for now) but I’d love to give it a try in the future! 

I was wondering if you mind people using your OC art as character art/inspiration for DnD?Just games with friends that are for fun, nothing for commercial.

Go ahead! I find that really flattering.

Just out of curiosity, are any of your OCs bisexual?

Both Cotton and Puppy are lesbians. That’s what I feel comfortable drawing since I’m a lesbian myself. If I ever do draw a bisexual OC I’ll make sure to mention it! <3

I think you said Cotton was a dominatrix in a previous ask, but is Puppy on the opposite side of the spectrum or is she just glad to be there whichever way?

Puppy is very much a sub. They both switch (Puppy as a service top and bottom and Cotton as a top and power bottom), but the dom/sub dynamic never changes. Also I wanted to mention that these dynamics do not transcend outside of the bedroom that much, there’s more to them than their kinks but I do love to draw them deep in their submissive/dominant headspaces. 

Are one of the lesbian fairytale characters trans?

I didn’t design either of them with that in mind, but I’m super OK with people headcanoning them as trans!

May I use your art as a header/icon?

Of course! Remember to credit me tho~

Do you allow people to use your art freely?

I don’t allow reposts of my work (not that it matters that much, since almost all my art has been already reposted a million times ))): but I’d really appreciate it if you just shared my posts instead of reposting my art). As for phone backgrounds/wallpapers or stuff like that, yeah!

Do you have an instagram account or other social media, I would love to follow you there.

My main platform is twitter (same @), I post all my drawings there and I’m usually more active over there. Tumblr is kind of like an archive. I really like the community here but I find it easier to reply/interact with people on twitter! As for instagram, I do have an old art account (same @, again) but I haven’t posted in so long. I may start posting there soon if a certain rich guy decides to keep destroying the bird app tho. 

I’ve always thought about this… how do you think it’d look if the aesthetics/styles [of your OCs] were reversed?

I’ll have to explore that in a future drawing, I haven’t thought much about it! 

Do you write fics for your characters or has anyone else written fics about them?

Not yet! A couple of my friends have offered, tho! I usually like to stick to drawing because that’s what I do best, I don’t wanna subject anyone to my writing (it’s not very good,,,,). When I share some of my Ocs stories, I think it will be in comic format. 

What's the story behind your OCs? 

There are several, actually!! I like to put my OCs in different universes. As for now, there’s the Fairytale AU, the modern setting AU (this is the original one), and now the Werewolf/Vampire AU. I also did a drawing of them as spiderwoman and black cat but I don’t think that AU is gonna make a comeback for a while. I’m also planning a scifi AU but I’m not sure I’d be able to pull off that aesthetic with my current art style so I’m still working on it. 

The Fairytale AU is the one I’m working on most of the time. I wanna release a small artbook with their story + illustrations. That was my main goal for 2023 but life got in the way, so maybe,,, 2024??? *crosses fingers* 

Is your shop down? It’s saying that it’s not available.

I open my shop for 1-2 weeks every now and then, that’s why it’s closed most of the time! My plan is to open the store again in september, if i manage to finish all the merch in time! I’ll announce it on my twitter and tumblr account when I do. 

Would you ever share a tutorial on how you make your art?

Yes, of course! I’m not very good at explaining my drawing process but If it helps anyone I’d love to! Just let me know what part of the drawing process you’d like me to focus on, because If i try to make a full illustration tutorial it’s gonna be too long/difficult to follow. 

May I ask what brush do you use for your lineart?

I use a different brush almost every time I start an illustration, I’m not very consistent when it comes to that (I think it’s mainly because I haven’t found the perfect brush yet!). But let me know what illustration you’re curious about and I’ll try to remember which one I used!

Do you come up with poses off the top of your head or do you use some type of reference? I always struggle with them.

It depends on what I’m drawing! Some of my drawings are reinterpretations of paintings (I’m obsessed with pre-raphaelite painters and arthurian legend paintings in general), so in those cases I try to adapt the poses to my art style. Even If I’m trying to recreate an already existing painting I end up changing the poses/proportions a lot along the way to fit my personal taste/art style. 

Other times, I just sketch from imagination (this is more entertaining, I think, since looking at references can make the drawing process a bit tedious). If I find it hard to draw a certain pose/part of the body I will look up references on printerest, no shame in using pictures! If I still can’t find the pose I need I’ll just take a picture of myself (this is like, a last resort for me. I’m too lazy for this). 

My personal advice would be to use references for the pose and then tweaking the pose and trying to make it more personal 

I love the way the armor was designed and rendered! Can you share some tips on designing armor? 

Drawing armor is something I still struggle with most of the time. I think I’ve learned a lot in the past year (please don’t look at my armor drawings from 2022,,,,, sigh) but I still struggle to draw certain poses/angles. My advice is: don’t hesitate to draw non-functional armor!!! There’s always gonna be someone like “actually, that armour makes no sense :)” well !!!! it looks cool as hell so who caresssss !!!!! 

I think it’s more important for you to get comfortable drawing armor before you start beating yourself up for not drawing accurate ones. It takes a lot of practice (I’m still learning!!!), especially if you’re trying to draw historically accurate ones, so start by having fun, and then work your way up from there.

Most of the tips I can think about are really hard to explain without a visual example, so let me know if that’d be a tutorial you would be interested in and I’ll try to make one (I’m cringing a little just saying this bc I swear, my armor skills are so bad compared to some amazing artists out there………..).

Do you allow cosplays your OCs?

YES…. YES PLEASE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM BEGGING YOUUU ILL LOVE YOU FOREVER !!!!!! *rattles my cage* 

Do you allow fanart of your OCs?

Again,,, PLEASEEEEEEEEE !!! Just tag me so I don’t miss it and remember to give me credits if you do !!!!!!!!!!! :D

I was wondering if you use procreate , clip studio, or similar apps?

A mix of both. I used to draw on procreate only until I got a tablet and now I’m a clip studio user (csp sponsor me please), and now that’s all I use. I’m so used to drawing on PC now that I don’t think I’d be able to go back to procreate, but I still like that app a lot! All my drawings (even the ones I do on csp) always get retouched on procreate because I like some of the effects (*dreamy sigh* chromatic aberration filter,,, love u). 

I wanted to know if the marks Cotton has on her waist are tattoos or like a scar? 

Those are tats! Puppy is a tattoo artist ~~~ (I’m actually not sure if i’ll keep the waist tats on Cotton or if I’ll end up redesigning them,,,)

I was wondering if you take commissions?

Not right now. I also don’t have any plans of opening commissions any time soon! When I do, I’ll post a google forms on twitter and here on tumblr with the prices and type of comms I do. But there’s nothing scheduled. 

Even tho I'm not doing commissions atm, I’m currently looking for illustration jobs (specially book covers), so don’t hesitate to email me at bbybluemochi@gmail.com

That's all for now, thank you for reading!! I think I covered most of the questions, I'll make another q&a post in the future! Bye~~

[fruitalike]

OBVIOUSLY || Trans Elliott x Male Reader

RATING: Explicit, 18+ obviously

PARING: TRANS Elliott x Male Reader

TAGS: TRANS ELLIOTT, as always, you're married, 2nd person, oral/p.i.v. sex, multiple orgasms/positions, pwp, maybe mirror sex, spit as lube/spit kink a little bit..., HHHHAFU (House Husbands Have Heart Aprons Fanfic Universe)

WORDS: 3476

SUMMARY:

“How much longer?” You ask, and Elliott whips his head back around to face you, face even redder still. “How much longer for what?” He’s flustered again; but it’s different now than it was when you’d first come home. You watch him chew his lip nervously, but he stops when he notices you’re staring. “Until the food gets out of the oven,” you say, your eyes still on his lips until you see them quiver, then you look up into his eyes instead, tilting your head just enough, “obviously.”

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(genital words: cock/head/tip, chest/nipples, lips/cunt/walls/g-spot)

You arrive home at your expected time, but your husband greets you as you walk up the front steps regardless. He opens the door as you make it onto the porch. “It’s not done,” he says, he’s flustered—you’re not sure if it’s because he’s embarrassed or because he’s been rushing, maybe both. “I… I just need, like, fi- ten minutes. Ten minutes and you can come in. It won’t be done but you can come in.”

You can tell by the look on his face that you should probably hold in the chuckle you feel in your throat. Elliott is a bit of a mess, more comfortable clothes replace his usual formal attire, his hair is all over his face, and his eyebrows are a bit furrowed, and he’s red in the face. Any desire you have to laugh is solely based on how cute he looks; but you refrain anyways. “I’ll just wait out here. You let me know when you’re ready for me to come in, okay?”

Elliott breathes a sigh of relief. “I swear it won’t take long,” he says, though even he doesn’t seem convinced, “it’s just- I lost track of time, and… y’know. It’ll be fine.” You go to reassure him, but he just repeats himself, “It’ll be fine,” he whips around and slinks back into the house. Though you’re sure that you can hear him repeat it to himself again as he closes the door.

Once you’re sure he’s too far inside the house to hear you, you do finally chuckle to yourself. He’s just too sweet. Taking a seat on the swinging bench on the front porch, you resign yourself to waiting indefinitely for whatever Elliott had planned. It seemed like he was cooking something, judging by the heart apron he wore, and the various foodstuffs all over it. You rub your eyes as the fall breeze relaxes you. You could use a nice, home cooked meal.

You’re awoken from your near slumber as Elliott opens the front door again. He smiles at you and beckons you inside. It takes you a second to gather yourself enough to follow him in, but once you do, it’s obvious he’s cooking something. “Don’t look too hard at the oven.”

“How about I just go take a shower?” Again, he seems relieved by your offer. Elliott kisses you as you head for the bathroom.

Given the state of the kitchen, you figure you can take your time in the shower. You try not to spend too much time thinking about what Elliott’s cooking for you. Of course, you do wonder. But you try to put it out of your mind. The water is almost viciously hot, but that’s what it takes to soothe you at this point. Your skin grows tender as you scrub all of the farm’s grime down the drain. It doesn’t bother you, though. Better to actually feel clean. You make sure to put on plenty of lotion afterwards, anyways.

You lose track of time in the shower, but years on the farm have made you painfully efficient regardless—it’s barely been half an hour by the time you’ve finished. You still head for the kitchen once you’ve dried off and put clean clothes on. Evidently, half an hour was all that Elliott needed to get the kitchen back under control. He was too considerate to run any water while you were showering, but all of the dirty dishes are stacked neatly in the sink. The counter tops are wiped clean of any of the detritus that had accumulated there as he cooked. More importantly, he seemed much calmer: he’s no longer flushed, or as disheveled (you hesitate to even refer to him that way—Elliott was always far too formal to find himself truly disheveled, well, unless… you know) as he had been before. He comes to your side the moment you enter the kitchen. He wraps his arms around your neck and kisses your cheek multiple times. “No peaking,” he says, playfully turning you away from the kitchen with his hold on you.

“I wasn’t even looking!” There’s just enough playful exasperation in your tone that Elliott laughs a little; even as you can’t help but try to smell what’s cooking in the air. Only now do you notice that he’s opened the windows—clearly trying to keep the aroma from what ever it is he’s cooking from building up in the room, what a tease.

He releases you from his grasp and you sit at the island in the kitchen. Your eyes naturally follow him as he walks in front of you, standing between the counter you rest at and the oven, shielding whatever he was cooking from your prying eyes. “Can I get you something to drink?” He asks, trying to make his appearance in front of you seem a little more natural, as wiping down the already clean counter tops didn’t quite justify it.

“Sure,” you say. You’re not particularly thirsty. You just like watching Elliott squirm, nervously wiping his hands on his heart adorned apron as he prepares a glass of hot apple cider for you. A pot of it was already on the stove, surely another one of his tricks to distract from whatever he has in the oven.

He brings it to you, coming around the side of the kitchen island, mug in hand. Elliott sits up on the counter as you drink your cider, ever the distraction. You were wrong before—you definitely needed this cider. The warmth soothes you more than a shower ever could. Perhaps your husband knows you a little too well. He reaches for your hand and you intertwine your fingers. You pull on his hand and he scoots across the counter so that he’s in front of you. He carefully spreads his legs so that sitting in front of you is easier for him. You’re sure that that’s all there is to it.

Both of Elliott’s distractingly long legs dangle to either side of you. You gingerly place your mug between his legs, looking up at him. The warmth from the cup radiates between his legs, you can tell by how red his face continues to get as your mug rests between his thighs.

Finding yourself parched, you reach for your cider again with your free hand. Of course your other hand is still delicately intertwined with your husbands. You choose to ignore the embarrassed glances that Elliott shoots your way. His face reddens still as you continue to sip your delicious drink so thoughtfully prepared for you by your loving husband, who shifts restlessly on the counter as you make a show of ignoring him.

There’s a twitching in the front of his pants, and Elliott squeezes his thighs together, seizing the opportunity to do so while you still have your mug in hand. He carefully places his feet between your thighs, his own legs pressed together in a slight embarrassment. It’s obvious that his feet don’t really have anywhere else to go (as long as keeping them off of the counter was a priority), but you can’t help but see it as yet another distraction.

You finally release Elliott’s hand to place it on his left foot where it meets his ankle—acknowledging his distraction as he reaches up to scratch the back of his neck. He turns away from you, to look at the oven, of course. You trace your fingers up and down the back of his ankle, smirking to yourself as you feel him get chills. “How much longer?” You ask, and Elliott whips his head back around to face you, face even redder still.

“How much longer for what?” He’s flustered again; but it’s different now than it was when you’d first come home. You watch him chew his lip nervously, but he stops when he notices you’re staring.

“Until the food gets out of the oven,” you say, your eyes still on his lips until you see them quiver, then you look up into his eyes instead, tilting your head just enough, “obviously.” His breath hitches on your slightly snarky tone. He turns away from your gaze and wets his lips trying to find something to say; he’s already so caught up in you.

“Not long.” Is all he can manage. You’ve finished your drink, so you set your mug on the counter top. The light clatter startles Elliott. “Really?” You ask, calling him on his bluff. You’re tracing your thumb up and down the top of his foot as you speak; the rest of your fingers still, now.

He squirms. “I’m… not giving specifics,” he hesitates, “obviously.” Elliott seems proud that he’s turned your snark back on you but all you do is smirk; and move your hand up to his calf. “Is there time for anything?”

“… Like what?” He asks, as if he hadn’t just squeezed his thighs together. You move your hand further up his calf. “You know.”

“Maybe… it’d have to be quick.”

“Can you be quick?” He huffs but spreads his legs just enough to slide down into your lap, you kiss him immediately; he reciprocates desperately. “Yes.” He says quietly after you’d pulled away. You can tell by the way he’s trembling he’s telling the truth. He’s always so excitable.

You can only kiss him so long before you begin to really question the integrity of the bar stool you’re sitting on; the metal creaking with every sudden movement. You stand and usher Elliott back up onto the counter top. He pulls you to him and you grind against him. You can feel how eager he is through his sweatpants.

Kissing him again, you’re able to slide his sweats and underwear down with ease. You elect to still leave them on, just in case he needs to quickly slip away to cater to whatever he’s cooking. Of course, you hope that he won’t need to; that he’ll be at your mercy until you’re done with him.

You ease him onto his back and crouch between his legs, too weary of the bar stool to use it. Some of your limited time obviously goes to kissing and delicately nipping at Elliott’s inner thighs, much to his chagrin. He whines as you tease him. “Please,” he begs, your kisses inching closer and closer, teasing out more and more of his desperation, “just… please.”

Your tongue slips between his lips with practiced brevity; tracing right up to where his cock aches for your attention. You kiss around it a little at first, just enough to tease him a little more before you allow yourself to fully give into your carnal desires. Elliott gasps as you finally lick him. His hips try to buck up into your mouth, chasing the friction you expertly provide.

You pin Elliott’s legs to the counter top: leaning forward you rest an arm on the back of each of his thighs; using one hand to hold him by the ankles and keeping his feet in the air; the other rests on his pubic mound, and you use your thumb to pull him taught. His little cock is even more exposed to you now, his tip peeking out of his foreskin. He whimpers as you focus the tip of your tongue on his head.

Soon, even you have grown tired of your merciless teasing. “Behave.” You warn before taking Elliott into your mouth completely. You can feel the muscles in his legs flex—desperately trying to keep himself still. He cries out for you as you suckle his tiny cock, letting your teeth graze his head.

Motion in your periphery causes you to look to your right. You can’t help but notice both your and Elliott’s reflection in the screen of the television in the living room. Obviously, you’re awkwardly half-way crouched between his legs, but Elliott’s the main event. He’s sprawled out on the kitchen island, his lower back flush with the bar top, beloved husband folding him in half. His shoulders make contact with the lower part of the counter and his hair billows all over it. You make a mental note that his head is hanging off the edge of the counter top. Occasionally you can hear his nails scratch against the underside of the bar as you continue to suck him off, but his other hand shamelessly gropes at his own chest through his heart apron. You don’t need to consult his reflection to know that he’s teasing his own nipples, you can feel it in the way his cock twitches in your mouth.

Elliott won’t last much longer like this, so you pick up the pace a little. You swirl your tongue and bob your head a little faster, and make quick work of your beloved husband. He’s crying out for you and cumming on your face within seconds. His thighs tremble as you continue to tease his aching cock, and you can feel your own cock twitch in your pants. You need to be inside on him.

You kiss him a few times before pulling yourself off of him. Standing back up straight makes your back crack, so you take a second to stretch it out. Once you’ve gotten comfortable again you let your hard cock rest against his ass. “You want it?” You ask, and Elliott seems to shift a little, checking the oven, again, undoubtedly.

“Please,” he begs, again, “fuck me.” As much as you’d love to hear it, he doesn’t have to beg you twice. You shove your own pants and underwear down to around your knees and let your cock out. You spit on your cock out of habit, but Elliott hardly needs it. You rub your spit up and down your cock as you watch him quiver; if he hadn’t been wet enough for you after his orgasm, he would be now. He whimpers when you rub your cock up against his. He stops holding onto the counter to reach down and jerk your cock a couple of times, you thrust into his hand. “Put it in… put it in.”

You oblige, angling your cock with Elliott’s cunt, but letting him push your tip in since he was so eager. He hisses at the feeling, and you can’t help but snicker a bit as you slowly thrust in. He always wants more than he can take. But it doesn’t take long for him to get used to you, especially as he continues to masturbate openly—still rubbing his nipples and jerking himself off, too.

He only stops when you thrust into him a little harder, causing him to lurch forward and grab onto the counter top between his legs to stabilize himself. You hold onto him a little firmer and trace your thumbs across his sides. “I’ve got you,” you say, leaning forward a little and spitting on his cock, “you can touch yourself as much as you want.”

Elliott whimpers at your taunting tone, but follows through nonetheless, rubbing his little cock in time with your thrusts. You’re careful with how hard you’re fucking him, not wanting to concuss him as his head continued to hang off the lower counter top. But, you’re still picking up the pace. You only have a little while longer to fuck him until dinner’s ready, after all.

Carefully, you fuck him faster still, Elliott hanging on your every movement. As much as you’d love to, you don’t even have to fuck him particularly hard to have his cunt desperately squeezing you with every thrust. Perhaps you know your husband a little too well. You tighten your grip on his sides when you feel his muscles start to tense, and you position your thrusts towards the angle you know he likes the most.

He doesn’t last much longer. His toes curl and you feel compelled to watch him in the reflection of the television again. He cries out for you as he struggles through his orgasm, jerking himself rapidly even as he tries to control his own movements carefully, still in such a precarious position. You keep a slower, gentle pace to ease him through his orgasm, holding onto him for reassurance; your own end far ahead.

Once he’s come down a bit, you pull out and he sits up on the counter. Elliott kisses you sloppily, wrapping his arms around your neck. All care for any mess on the kitchen counter long gone. He’s leaning into you and running his fingers through your hair; swaying ever so slightly, you imagine it’s from all the blood rushing back down from his head. He pulls away from the kiss and just looks at you, excess desperation in his eyes as he tries to catch his breath. “Is there time for just a little more?”

His fingers stop moving in your hair and just hang there instead. He gives a meek nod. “…Maybe.” He says, as if to hide his own desire.

Once more you usher him, this time down from the counter top. He kisses you again but you pull away, kissing his cheek and then his neck. He moans for you, overstimulated but still desperate for more. You have him by his biceps, so it’s easy for you to turn him around and press his chest to the counter top. He whines softly as you rub your cock up against his cunt.

Elliott’s leaned over the bar part of the kitchen island, his fingers naturally wrapping around the edge of the counter, holding himself still. You gather his hair up in one hand, wrapping it around itself for a better hold. “Just keep an eye on it for me, okay? I’d hate for all your hard work to go to waste.” He only whimpers in response, so you tug on his hair. “Okay?”

“I will, I will, just… please.” He’s looking back at you, moving hips trying to push your cock back inside of him. You oblige, pounding into him rather harshly. Elliott lurches forward and cries out for you in the best way. He squeezes down on you when your balls smack against his cock, you can feel it twitch, too.

You’ll never get used to how sensitive he is inside once you’re in the second round. His walls can’t help but quiver around you with every thrust. He’s in a better position now, so you can thrust into him as hard and as fast as you both would like. Elliott continuously begs you for more, and you can only provide.

His thighs quiver with every thrust, and the island itself seems to creak a little when you really pound into him. You ignore it. You can’t possibly pay any mind to something as unimportant as the structural integrity of your home when your husband is crying out for you like this. You’re ratcheting up the pressure, constantly aiming for and pounding into his g-spot. All Elliott can do is punctuate every thrust with a cry of “please, please, please!”

He’s barely coherent. But you can feel his orgasm drawing closer and closer—the way he’s bearing down on you makes it hard for you to keep a steady pace. Your grip tightens on him again as you feel your orgasm building as well. You pull on his hair again, and you swear you can hear his fingernails scrapping against the underside of the counter top.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” There’s something so special about shredding Elliott’s eloquence with your cock—it makes your toes curl. You keep the same hold on his hair as you feel him tense up all over. “I’m going—fuck! I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”

His cunt squeezes you hard and you feel him gush with his orgasm, coating you and trickling down your bare thighs. You’re not far behind him, careful not to tug on his hair anymore than you already had, lest you begin to rip out his delicate mane. Thrusting as hard and as fast and as deep as you can manage, you release deep into your husband; crying out for him just as he had for you. There’s no discernible rhythm to the last of your thrusts, all that’s left is your desperation.

You pull him up from the counter, your cock still inside of him even as you begin to soften. Your hips still pistoning slightly as you pull his back to your chest; hands roaming him all over to soothe the both of you. His chest heaving still, he reaches for your hand.

You intertwine you fingers again, just as you had before. “Elliott…” you drag out his name dramatically, tracing his jawline with the pointer finger on your free hand, “how much longer do we have to wait for the food?”

Elliott glances at the oven. “Just a little longer,” he says, “obviously.”

[bayfuzzball7050]

SIEMPRE SE PUEDE PEDIR TRADUCCIÓN‼️‼️‼️

INTRODUCTION POST AND RULES 🔥🔥🦾🦾🦾🦈🦈

(Edit— 23/09/2024) I kinda got excited writing this ☠️

There’s like a worrying amount of text. I’m not sure everyone can gut how much I wrote 😭😭

But here are like the basics of my blog:

The name’s Andrés or Diego. Call me whatever ya want, idc

I’m a Trans Guy, he / him and if you don’t know me a they / them it’s ok I don’t mind that much. NO SHE HER IMMA BEAT UR ASS

☆ I got that dawg in me (asd) actually pls be patient im a little slow on some things

☆ Artist — I mostly make jjba fanart (currently insane about it)

☆ Art requests are currently open!!

I draw anything but nsfw/kinks, complex backgrounds, Steven universe art and proship stuff

☆ Writer (no fanfic here tho)

☆ don’t ask for pics you ain’t getting em

☆ if I use emojis, be aware that most of the time it’s ironic

☆ I make a lot of kys/kms jokes, if you’re not ok with this, please don’t follow

☆ i LOVE spammers, spam likes, reblogs, whatever as much as you like :3 (if ya want to like no pressure)

☆ if ya wanna be mutuals just ask I don’t mind I’ll just check yo vibe and that’s it

Art tag: #my art

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brushes I use

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☆ I usually don’t add tw (tho I dont post stuff with heavy themes often if I’m honest like I rarely do it) But if anything, be wary

☆ I also always have my notifications off so please don’t feel bad if I don’t answer a dm or anything of the sort

☆ please excuse me if I reblog/like artists who are proshippers, I don’t tend to check blogs before interacting🧍🏽(I’ve gotten myself blocked many times because of this)

☆ also like if they problematic in general like idk if maybe someone I reblogged has been in a big ahh controversy or summ so uhhh forgive me

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☆ more info abt me and my blog under the cut :P ☆

So, I think imma make(try) a dni list but ik it’s ultimately useless cuz like I can’t force ya and im not your dad plus I’m too lazy to look through every blog that reblogs or likes but uh blocklist ig???

It’s just basic dni criteria, but like if ya wanna read ig?

SHIT THAT GETS YA BLOCKED ‼️‼️

(some of these are oddly specific)

☆ zionists, racists, homophobes, ace exclusionists/phobes, antisemits (guess that’s how you say it???), conservatives, Proshippers, Comshippers, anti-anti’s and profiction mfs, LOL1C0NS AND SHOTAC0NS (KYS…NOWW)Transphobes / TERFS, SWERFS, and radfems, Transmeds/Truscums/anti-MOGAI mfs, Transid, “Transabled”, "transracial", Radqueers in general, NSFW agere blogs (SFW agere it’s cool I don’t mind), pedos/MAPS (I want you hanging on the STREET), Paraphilics in general, Misgendering kink blogs, kink blogs in general actually ☠️, Pro-ANA or Pro-MIA

☆ swifties.

Exceptions and specifics:

☆ I think Selfshippers / yumeshippers are cool thus they aren’t hurting anyone most of the time AND ALSO! people tend to think that transid has therians in it and no, I think therians, kinnies and fictives are cool

To be honest I don’t check the blogs of most people who reblog or like but- Ricky…Ricky when I catch you Ricky-

(I mostly notice when I get followed but uh- anyway 😻)

THIN ICE:

☆ Giomis shippers

Why? Cuz not all of them are proshippers but a vast majority is and giomis kinda weirds me out💀ik the age gap small but still it’s kinda….

☆ dsmp fans

As much as I enjoy the Fanart and maybe the roleplay was interesting I have like personal beef with the fanbase and creators

☆ Hannibal Fans

The franchise is fire but I also have beef with Hannibal fans cuz for some reason most of them proshippers

☆ MHA fans for the same reason as Hannibal fans

☆ Same with South Park

☆ Same goes for Homestuck fans

☆ Same goes for Steven Universe fans. It’s mid btw

☆ ONE PIECE fans, y’all didn’t do anything wrong it’s just that I haven’t caught up with the show 😭😭

☆ NSFW blogs (as in porn/smut)

ANYWAY

Languages I speak:

☆ Spanish (mother language)

☆ English

☆ A tiny bit of Italian

FANDOMS IM IN (but I forget sometimes 😿)

☆ JJBA (what I post about mostly (going insane over this))

☆ Yakuza (I haven’t finished 0 yet)

☆ Brawl Stars (slowly losing my mind over it)

☆ WEIRD AL YANKOVIC

☆ LOST MEDIA. (Believe it or not, im also going insane over this.)

☆ Berserk

☆ Madoka Magica

☆ ikigusare (best virtual girl band ever fr fr)

☆ Gorillaz

☆ Good Omens

☆ Moral Orel

☆ Dorohedoro

☆ My Little Pony

☆ Sonic fandom

☆ Undertale / Deltarune

☆ Breaking Bad / Better Call Saul

☆ El Cuarteto De Nos

☆ Azumanga Dioh!

☆ Vocaloid

☆ Project Sekai

☆ D4DJ

☆ Food Fantasy

☆ FNAF (grrrr I love fnaf,,)

☆ Emo / Scene / Scemo (I just don’t have money for clothes nor the patience to make a blog only for that 😭😭)

☆ actually like another shit ton more but I can’t remember 😔

Socials:

☆ Reddit u/BayFuzzball7050 (old account, permanently banned)

☆ Reddit u/BayFuzzball404 (Current Account)

☆ ofc Tumblr

☆ Wattpad and AO3 but we ain’t talking about that 🤫🧏‍♂️

☆ @bayfuzzball7050-art is my art blog (reblogs from here)

☆ …

☆ also I might or might not have a questionable side art blog (collect my shitposts)

☆ ALSO! recently opened a Pixiv :3

☆ And NOW I HAVE AN ARTFIGHT!

Dis me btw

[wineanddineloseyourmind]

Hi this is my kinky hornyposting sideblog 😇 (main is @existentialsquid)

This is an 18+ only space. Minors DNI.

This is a pro-kink, pro-trans, anti-capitalist, anti-imperialist space. Bigots, transphobes, conservatives, and zionists DNI. Also, die!!!!

This is a place for me to explore all my kinks, including the dark ones. Continue with this in mind.

If you want to DM me, please read my whole pinned!

Anyway, about me:

Call me Di and use my pronouns (she/they/it) and you will be spared. You may also call me any feminine term of endearment if we’re mutuals 💖 (i love pet names so i will probably end up calling you “darling” and/or "babe" if i take a liking to you 😇)

I am a vers switch but my "default" is dom top, although that can change very quickly in the right situation :3

Other than kink, I enjoy TTRPGs, Fromsoftware games (Dark Souls, Bloodborne, Elden Ring, etc.), animated media and nerd shit like that. Also, if you have miniatures or models you built/painted, I want to see them!

I’m polyam and in an open relationship with my boyfriend @bearded-protagonist-enthusiast, but I’m not really looking for a new romantic relationship right now. I’m totally up for friendship and sexting with mutuals though! 🥰

i am here to make friends, explore kink, flirt with mutuals, and post about:

T4T

and

uneven power dynamics (sometimes involving primal predator/prey dynamics, praise, worship, playful degradation (as degrader), petplay, or dubcon (CNC, intox, etc.))

and

breeding/oviposition (also lactation)

and

monsterfucking (of nearly all kinds)

and

transformation/corruption (usually overlapping with monsterfucking stuff)

and

gore (blood, eroticised cannibalism, etc.)

(Note: there will be no real snuff, only occasional art and smut, as well as me just talking about gory fantasies)

and

unsanitary (musk and blood only)

Also, obligatory: I have a bit of an oral fixation so there will be talk of biting - if I ever mention “breaking the skin” with a bite, please know that it is purely in a fantasy sense! Drawing blood with your teeth is very dangerous IRL due to risk of infection. Buuuut it’s pretty sexy in fantasy though, so I will talk about it in that sense. Stay safe out there!

I also like unambiguously consensual stuff with human characters who stay the same, but the above are my kinks so they’ll show up frequently on this blog :)

If you don’t like any of those kinks, you have my blessing to never interact with me ever and live blissfully unaware of my existence. This is a pro-kink space.

On that note, there are some kinks I’m not into and would prefer not to be brought to this blog by replies or asks or what-have-you. No offence intended to anyone with these kinks, but these are my hard lines:

Being preyed on (I can get subby as hell but I draw the line at being treated like a prey animal 🙅‍♀️ I’m not a little rabbit or a deer or a puppy that gets hunted, the idea of me being that is not sexy to me)

Piss

Scat

Raceplay

My soft lines (i.e. things I might be comfortable with if done with someone I trust and can discuss them with) are:

Being degraded (generally I prefer being the one degrading, but in select situations I can be into being degraded)

Choking (I might find it sexy in fantasy on occasion, but I would never ever do it IRL because of the inherent health risks. For that reason, it can be a turn-off sometimes.)

Incest/fauxcest (I don’t always love all versions of this kink, but I’m open to discussing specific fantasies if I have a chance to say “actually, no thanks” before we start anything. You can call me mommy as a title if you’re one of my beloved mutuals 😇)

Detransition (I would never want this for myself but if someone wants to RP as their AGAB then I can be into that~)

The above is not a DNI list. You can still interact with this blog if you have any/all of the above kinks, just don’t bring anything on the hard lines list into my replies, reblogs, asks, or DMs. If you’re interested in something on the soft lines list please keep my boundaries in mind.

On the subject of interaction, i would love to see anon asks related to:

monsterfucking concepts

T4T flirting 🥰

True/False game (make an assumption about me and I’ll say if it’s true or false)

NSFW ask game

Kink Rating ask game

Fifty Shades of Blue ask game

NSFT Emoji ask game

Telling me you just masturbated to my blog/pics 😇

If you want to sext/RP with me, please:

Send me an ask or two first to break the ice

Chat with me for a bit

Pitch the scene you want to RP and/or ask if I’m in the mood first

ok thanks enjoy

ANON ASKS: OPEN

DMs: OPEN (MUTUALS ONLY)

My tags:

#me (whatever reminds me of myself)

#beloved volus (posts relating to my partner @bearded-protagonist-enthusiast)

#personal post (stuff that’s more about me than anything)

#my fiction (my short stories and smut)

#transition goals (what i’d want to look like in an ideal world)

#need (general horny thoughts)

#i can be trusted around cute boys (subby boy tag)

#i bite (this one is self-explanatory)

#i am looking (real people selfies and nudes)

#tf kink (content relating to fantasy transformation)

#monsterfucker (monster stuff)

#my asks + #my answers (self-explanatory)

mutal tags: #beloved volus (@bearded-protagonist-enthusiast) #kittendeer (@pupsferalkid) #misc (@miscling) #🐊 (@crocofsouls) #gothy kitten (@gothykitten16) #dommy demon (@serotoninswitch) #elf mutual (@mira-mira-0n-the-wall) #dungeon essie (@beansira) #baz (@hyenabrainedpup) and probably more when i get round to it lol

[would-this-pokemon-be-a-friend]

Evolution Line Spotlight: Sunkern & Sunflora (191-192)

Would you look at that, it’s our first evolution line spotlight with consistently good ranks! It’s a little surprising, honestly, given how these two pokémon are so different when it comes to their care. Sunkerns are pretty sedentary: they’re one of those cases where, sure, they’d be easy to keep happy and healthy, but they’re much more of a houseplant than a pet. They’re absurdly easy to care for, since all they need is sunshine and water (like I said, much more of a house plant) and they hardly move around if those things are easy to get to. Sunfloras, on the other hand, are hyper-active so long as they have sunshine. They’re a pokémon that you’re only going to want to adopt if you have plenty of space for them to move around in. That being said, they’re not that much more difficult to take care of!

That being said, I will warn any sunkern owners out there to be aware of this contrast. If or when your little buddy evolves, their lifestyle will go through a pretty significant shift. While a sunkern, for example, could be totally content getting their sunshine on the tiny balcony of an apartment, a sunflora might go a little stir-crazy without a yard. Thankfully, sunkerns only evolve into sunfloras if exposed to a Sun Stone, something that should theoretically be under your control. I will point out, however, that the pokédex describes sunkerns’ sedentary lifestyle as being a part of conserving/building energy and nutrients for evolution: a sunkern may be unhappy if it is prevented from evolving indefinitely. This all really depends on your individual sunkern, but you should really keep it in mind.

In both sunkerns’ and sunfloras’ individual posts [linked at the bottom of this one], I pointed out that neither is exceptionally dangerous to humans. Sunfloras have some moves with pretty high power stats, which affected their score, but the moves themselves are far from lethal. In the sunkern post, I expressed confusion about a sharp contrast between their move set and pokédex entries: they are said to be completely helpless when being picked on by predators, yet, like their evolution, they boast a pretty impressive punch. In the comments, @kitkatkk2 and @athena-is-trans-soda pointed out that there isn’t really a contradiction there at all: sunkerns have pathetically bad stats when it comes to battle. I usually don’t look into stats too much, because I don’t want to overcomplicate my ranking algorithm (thankfully it didn’t turn out to be too much of an issue since sunkern still ended up with an A), but I learned from it to investigate these contradictions by delving deeper into game mechanics.

Personally, I probably wouldn’t adopt a sunkern or a sunflora as a pet. I think sunfloras in particular are really cute, and I think that their relative ease of care is nice. I also bet they smell really nice. But, that all being said, I prefer pets that are more cuddly and social. My read on sunfloras is that they’re mostly focused on seeking out sunshine to survive (the houseplant in them). I like active pets, but I think sunfloras are a bit too much of a one-track mind for my taste.

The Sunkern Post: https://www.tumblr.com/would-this-pokemon-be-a-friend/735336837600690176/would-a-sunkern-be-a-good-pet?source=share

The Sunflora Post: https://www.tumblr.com/would-this-pokemon-be-a-friend/732162170468630528/would-a-sunflora-be-a-good-pet?source=share

[cosmic-ghost-hermit]

Take what resonates and leave behind anything that doesn't but of course, be open to new experiences! However, for this specific reading if you aren't already kind of questioning your gender, I suggest you do not participate in this one. 🩷🩵🤍🩵🩷

PILE 1

Crystal: Tigers Eye Bracelet

Astrology: Aquarius ♒️, Libra ♎️, Gemini ♊️

Aesthetic: Boho

Welcome pile 1! So first I’ll talk about how you feel about your gender currently. You have been extremely frustrated with it but your aggravation is a bridge to self discovery and relief. This discomfort is necessary so you can fully embrace who you are! Femininity and masculinity subconsciously do not make sense to you but you are still trying to make one of them work. The best way you can explore your gender more is to try an absence of it. A neutral expression might help you find what truly works for you. I see that you might find more masculinity in your clothing choice as you start to explore which could be something you aren’t super used to. Or you could dress without gender in mind at all and just pick what feels good. The more you go outside your comfort zone in expression the more you are going to see just how much binary gender confuses you and isolates you. The card's advice is to walk away from trying to fit into a binary. Sometimes deciding not to decide is good enough to move foward.

💚🤎🧸🐍♻️🚬🔑🪘🪇🐢🪲🍀🌴🍵🐻🕰️🥙🥝🥑🌳🐉🦥🛎️📻🐛👒🇨🇮⛰️

PILE 2

Crystal: Bloodstone Bracelet

Astrology: Aries ♈️, Virgo ♍️, Cancer ♋️

Aesthetic: Grunge

Hello pile 2! You currently feel pretty outwardly confident in your gender but this is all on the surface. You present very femme but you may not always relate or feel comfortable in the feminine experience. You usually ignore that discomfort as a way of peace keeping. It might stir up a lot of commotion for you to do anything different. The commotion could be in your environment but I also see that for most of you in this pile, it could just be your fear of imperfections. The emotional commotion is the most likely possibility in these cards. You don’t need to be afraid of rejection from anyone but yourself. A good way to explore your gender more in a safe way is to try out masculinity in small amounts. Take it slow and do not push yourself if you feel more uncomfortable trying new stuff than remaining in the old. Just know butch women exist and they are not obligated to trans their gender just because they want to dress more masculinely. You are safe to explore I promise. And you will still be pretty if you do. You are absolutely gorgeous.

🕷️🤍🕸️🐚🕶️☠️🖤✒️🔪♟️👻🎬🎹🎱☕️🦨🐼🃏🦷☁️⚽️🔍🩶🎵♣️🏐⌚️

PILE 3

Crystals: Quartz & Howlite Bracelet

Astrology: Scorpio ♏️, Pisces ♓️, Capricorn ♑️

Aesthetic: Cottagecore

Hi, pile 3! My dear friend, you know you are transgender. You know. You really don’t need me to tell you that. You might even be in mid-transition. Your body is starting to match how you have always imagined it. Some of those who picked this pile I see are two-spirited, bigender or genderfluid. The best way to traverse your gender expression is to make a statement. Instead of starting an expedition to be more masculine or more feminine. Just try looking more gay. Dress yourself as queer as possible. Let your inner child have fun with your outfits. Dress like a mermaid or try on some drag. Embrace dressing emotionally rather than trying to conform to a specific experience. You are so unique and you need to try to express that outwardly more. You will have so much more fun.

🎂🧋🍉🌤️🍓🦯🍒🍎🍄🐰🌹🧣🍅🌶️🧘🏽🧺🥖🕯️🗝️⛱️⏰🎈📝📿♥️🐚🕊️🎋

PILE 4

Crystal: Rainbow moonstone bracelet

Astrology: Taurus ♉️, Sagittarius ♐️, Leo ♌️

Aesthetic: Pastel Goth

Thank you for joining me, pile 4. So, before I address how you feel about your gender. I’m gonna talk about how everyone else seems to think they know better than you about it. I can definitely see how that might be very annoying. They may say things like “you are in a glass closet” or they may claim that you are transgender if you identify as cis or claim that you are not transgender if you identify as trans. You don't dress to conform. And to that these cards express how much those people don’t know what they are talking about. No matter how you look outwardly, you know who you are better than anyone. So what if your presentation is conventional or digestible? It doesn’t matter what they think. You are perfectly you. You are comfortable as heck in your gender expression and you have already explored everything under the sun. The only advice the cards have for you is to stay strong in your decisions and don’t let anyone’s opinions sway what you already figured out.

🖤🩷🪮⚔️💣🎀⚖️🎮🌸🦢🐭🕷️🏴♠️💞📓🐮🚬🌬️🎙️💻⛸️🫖🍙🐦‍⬛🐾🌷

[h5llpyre]

⸺ too eager to wait (18+)

nicholas d wolfwood x vash the stampede

cw public bathroom sex, like very very public like multiple people were listening in on them, trans sub bottom vash, cis dom top wolfwood, light humiliation, heavy teasing, wolfwood is a little bit mean but he means well, can be read as any vw version

“really didnt know you were into this, angel.”

“i- i’m fu- ucking not—“ vash gasps, fingers curling around the top of the door as his forearms push against it. it's not like he wants everyone in the bathroom to know they are fucking in the last stall, but there was nothing else to grasp onto as wolfwood nudges his leaking tip into his soaked folds.

“really? cause you're reeeeally wet,” wolfwood laughs and hovers on top of vash’s bent over figure as he bottoms out, the slide in suspiciously easier than usual. and vash wants to say something back but wolfwood’s tip is pressing so deep into his guts.

“breathe, breathe, sweetheart,” wolfwood coaxes in a gentler tone, reaching around to hook his middle and ring finger into vash’s parted mouth, the thick fingers that were sinking in and out of his cunt just a few minutes ago, splaying across his tongue.

and vash is honestly on the verge of passing out. plant marks flickering weakly, fingers trembling as wolfwood holds him together, keeping him upright on his length, deep in his pulsing cunt. it honestly hurts a little, but the silky, saccharine quality of wolfwood’s voice and the hot cling of his strong hips against his ass keeps his glowing eyes open.

with a deep, hissing inhale, wolfwood rears back just halfway, vash’s walls trying to suck him in before he falls into a gentle languid pace, hipd rolling with a smooth rhythm. vash’s mind goes gooey, his insides being shifted once again with the shape of wolfwood’s dick, a mould he’s come to memorize after months of traveling (fucking) with him.

vashs pants pool around his ankles, all of his buckles clanking loudly against the tiled floor as his entire body seems to rock with the motion of wolfwood’s pace. he grips the door tighter, his gloved leather fingers slipping on the smooth plastic of the staining stall door. a loud clanking of the door against the metal lock echoing into the ears of the poor men who just needed to take a piss, but instead get to listen in on two outlaws feverishly fucking after wandering hands under their abandoned saloon table became too much.

“wolfwoo.. they- they can he- hear—!” vash blabbers quietly around wolfwood’s fingers, drooling down the front of his red coat

“i know,” wolfwood huffs and nuzzles against the back of vash’s head, sliding his hand down to firmly settle around vash’s throat, causing his lips to stay parted to suck in strained breaths and intentionally giving him no way to hide his sounds from ears from outside the stall. wolfwood feels vash’s cunt clench rhythmically around his cock at his words, candy blue eyes rolling back into his pretty head as he gives into the embarrassment and humiliation of fucking in a public bathroom.

“just take it, don’t think about anything else— yeah… just like that, angel.” wolfwood coos warmly before tucking a hand around his hip and swinging them to the brick wall to the right. and thank god they chose the furthest stall (they originally chose it to be discrete but look how that turned out.)

wolfwood pushed vash against the bricks, before really fucking him. originally, he was scared of pushing him up on the door in fear of possibly shoving if off its metal hinges and creating a bigger scene than they already had, but here on this nice, stable brick wall, wolfwood could fuck him like he really meant it.

with a low snarl, wolfwood immediately resumes bullying that sweet spot in vash’s sopping cunt, except harder and faster. skin slapping sounds echoing off the bathroom walls as he fucks him, ignoring the men listening in on them. vash falls apart, sandwiched in between the hard bricks and a warm chest, he lets out shuddering gasps, wolfwood fucking impossibly deep. the wall helped keep him still, unable to move or shift away from his fast, mean strokes.

“this is what you needed?” wolfwood presses his lips against vash’s swinging golden earring, hips canting up into his tight heat. vash only mewls, gloves scraping against the bricks as he tries to hold on, but its useless.

“couldn’t even wait til we got back to the hotel huh— i could tell you needed it out there,” wolfwood rasps, reminding vash of how he was all over him, his voice piercing straight through the hazy lust enveloping vash’s numb head causing him to nod weakly.

“let me take care of ya, let me take care of it,” and vash doesn’t even realize wolfwood’s hand sneaking down until the insistent circle of thick fingers blooming pleasure over his engorged clit. he seizes up, thighs pressing together, knees knocking as wolfwood quickly presses closer, keeping him from collapsing as his quick fingers drive him closer to the edge.

“t-too muh- too much! mmhh- wolfwood, please..!” vash stammers, breath getting caught in his lungs with each thrust.

“shhh, i know, angel. you’re alright…” wolfwood absentmindedly hushes into ear, his own pleasure rapidly building. he doesn’t stop, leading vash straight into that fuzzy headspace as his fingers rub tighter circles.

“nnnh- nick—!” vash gasps, eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure shoots into his gut, plant marks flicker and glow with his orgasm, legs quivering as his cunt clenches down on wolfwood’s dick.

the squeezing of his velvety walls is enough to force wolfwood over the edge. he strains, moaning through his bitten lip as he surges forward and cums straight into his awaiting plant womb, forcing vash up the wall. vash clings helplessly to the wall, feet dangling despite being taller than the dark haired man.

panting hotly, wolfwood gently rubs vash’s clit, helping him through his orgasm. he huffs, hooked nose gently nudging against his slack jaw as he kisses his nape. he slowly helps him back down to the ground, limp legs stabling themselves on the tiled floor. wolfwood fiddles with his pants, gingerly tucking himself away as his panting subsides.

vash has his forehead pressed into his elbow, still against the wall, biting his lip out of embarrassment, still unmoving.

“shit, we gotta go before we get kicked out.” wolfwood says, his mind clearing and now realizing just how loud and obvious they were. vash doesn't respond. wolfwood reaches down in the cramped stall and helps vash weakly toe into his pants, smiling lightly at the sight of seeing his cum dripping out. he straightens his wrinklycoat, letting it fall back into place before he gently pats his hip with a warm hand.

“we should’ve waited til we got back,” vash breathes, his leather hand lifting up to rub across his face but stops instead, covering his embarrassed face.

“we? you were the one who pulled me into here,” wolfwood laughs, rightfully accusing him. it wasn’t like he didn't enjoy giving him what he wanted while also embarrassing him, but it never hurt to tease.

vash frowns, “you were the one who kept on messing with me out there!” he whisper-shouts, his red face overriding any attempts at trying to look annoyed.

wolfwood takes his hand, “shhh,” he stifles another laugh in return of lightly hushing him. wolfwood unlatches the stall door before he could spout more accusing bullshit. walking hand in hand, vash keeps his head down, ignoring the way they received judging looks from people outside the bathroom.

[adrinoir]

Headcanon: Adrien Agreste is Trans? (Part 6)

First things first: Happy pride month to everyone in the community!

If you’ve followed my blog for a while or fallen down the rabbit hole of this headcanon at some point, you’ll know I’ve supported it for a long time. Sooo, welcome to part 6 of the Adrien being trans headcanon.

Here are the other parts of this headcanon if you’d like to read those: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

Usual disclaimer: this is just for fun! Obviously cis boys can have these same qualities and traits. Don’t take it too seriously. These are all just things I’ve noticed. Also, I use the term "sentibeings" vs "sentimonsters" because I personally feel the canon term has a negative, dehumanizing connotation - please keep that in mind, too!

Sentibeings develop their own lives & identities

I feel like this shouldn't have to be said, but in case anyone feels Adrien being a senti-human debunks the hc, I'm writing this as an important reminder. Although they were developed through a miraculous power, Adrien, Felix, and Kagami are very much still human. Felix has made it clear that people of his kind are dehumanized, seen as "monsters," and taken advantage of which is something that upsets him greatly, and rightfully so.

This in itself is sadly something a lot of trans people can relate to. We're often dehumanized for not being "normal" and having unique/different identities in comparison to cis people who identify with their assigned birth gender.

But, I do want to focus more on the fact that sentibeings who were developed into humans are humans, meaning they develop and function the same way all humans do because this is important when talking about this hc. Adrien can still very much be trans considering he's a human with his own life and identity.

Felix had the dramatic presentation of him and Adrien's life story. Yes, he addressed Adrien being a boy the whole time, but also consider that he's going to respect his cousin's identity if he is trans. If this headcanon was in fact canon, Adrien would very much be closeted, and it isn't up to Felix to reveal his identity to others. Saying Adrien was born and raised a girl would not have added anything to the backstory, anyhow.

Gabriel could be controlling for other reasons, too

As we are all aware, Gabriel is a very controlling parent. We're directly shown that he's this way because Adrien is a sentibeing who he can control through his ring, and he's an evil, narcissistic person who doesn't care about others, including his own son. However, it is very much possible that there are other underlying reasons why he's as controlling as he is, let alone towards his own son. Like, why would he not love his own son?

There could obviously be hundreds of underlying reasons why Gabriel is so careless and controlling, but one of them could be that he may not love his son since he's trans. I briefly mentioned in part 3 of the hc that Gabriel could be unaccepting of Adrien being trans, so I'm going to build off of that.

Gabriel may not have always been quite as controlling and neglectful. Maybe before Adrien transitioned, he was a gentler, more caring father. However, we're shown in Wishmaker (yes, I know I always reference this episode lol) from Adrien's perspective, that his parents have always had certain expectations of him, most of which he's followed. So, if Adrien went against their expectations and transitioned to be their son instead of their daughter, that could've easily set Gabriel off (maybe even Emilee too, for all we know).

Why does Adrien tolerate the way Gabriel treats him?

To build further off of my last section, Adrien is aware of his father's terrible behavior and accepts it for what it is throughout a good portion of the series. But, why does he tolerate and accept it? There could be many reasons why, but I'm going to focus on two particular possibilities.

First of all, I also mentioned in part 3 that Gabriel seems like the type who'd gaslight Adrien, saying things like, “you have it so good here! I didn’t kick you out and I use your right name and pronouns!" If he is like that, that could be what makes Adrien so tolerable of his controlling behavior. He may allow this neglect and control because his father is "accepting" of his identity, enough to use the right name and pronouns.

OR, maybe Adrien thinks his behavior is acceptable due to internalized transphobia. Internalized transphobia is sadly a very common thing trans people experience. If this is something he feels, he may think it's right of his father to be unaccepting because "trans people (like me) are not worthy of others' acceptance."

Adrien's vision of the ideal man

This is another thing I've talked a bit about, but I think it's important to talk about in depth.

We see Adrien in many different identities. The ones I'm going to focus on in particular are himself, Cat Noir, and Cat Walker.

Adrien seems to have this idealistic vision in his mind of what an ideal man is supposed to be like. When he plays his role as Cat Noir, he's very over-the-top: flirtatious, strong, protective, destructive. It doesn't mirror how he acts normally, which as we see is the version of him that conforms to most of his parents' expectations. And, when he plays the role of Cat Walker -since he got the sense that Cat Noir was neither an ideal man nor heroic partner for Ladybug- he tones a lot of that down and acts the way he feels she'd like him best for, very laidback, a bit seductive, and helpful, following her ideas.

Why does he have these odd, idealistic versions of what a man should be and tosses his identity around so much? Let me explain.

Adrien hasn't had a good father figure in his life. So he most likely has had to develop this idealistic version of what a man is and follow that, switching it when he has the ability to live his second life as a hero without needing to conform to his father's standards. Adrien wants to be a man but he has no one to follow for that, especially if one of the main reasons for his father's neglect is due to unacceptance of him being trans, Gabriel will hold back as much as possible on being a good father figure and being a positive influence in his growth into manhood.