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dodgedriftdietrying · 22 days ago

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Dangers of the Job - Crocodile x M!Reader x Mihawk

Minors DNI

This is my first full on fanfic I'm posting on here. Mutuals look away plz. I'm nb but I'm following what trans male creators have said on here about writing trans masc characters in a non-triggering way. If I fucked something up, please lmk.

Scenario: Y/n is Crocodile's bookkeeper who has been training with and sleeping in the same bed as Mihawk while they're at the Cross Guild base. There is more context to this story, I may post it later, idk.

Tags:trans male reader, subbttm male reader, reader passes, pr0st1tution, meaning reader is a crocodile’s employee and sex is part of the contract, size difference, reader is roughly 5’7”, mild choking, an@l, v@ginal soley referred to as “front hole”, threes0me, d0uble penetr@tion, clit referred to soley as dick but ‘rubbed’ is used, hair grabbing, butt plugs, creampie, stomach bulge, objectification, reader is plus sized, reader doesn’t like to talk during sex, safe sane(?) and consensual, genuine talk of boundaries, oral (reader receiving), hard dom/sub, biting, hickeys

Word Count: 4,575

Later that night, Mihawk walked back from the ‘bar’ tent to his own tent, passing by Crocodile’s oversized quarters on the way. As he did, a high pitched noise passed his ears. It easily could have been the wind, or the creaking of the tent poles, but the way the sound hit his gut told him he wouldn’t find the handsome little bookkeeper in his quarters when he got there. His observation haki told him the same. Daz was in his room in the front, snail phones on, record playing, dozing in and out of sleep.

But Crocodile was laid out across his oversized bed, his ridiculous silk pajamas pulled down under his ass, with y/n, naked save for an overshirt, seated in his lap. He was still smoking, his hook traded out for the cigar holding attachment, while his flesh hand was wrapped around y/n’s thigh as he bounced up and down on his dick. One of y/n’s hands was dug into Crocodile’s forearm, the other had pushed up the bottom of his shirt to rest on his stomach. As Mihawk took all of this in, pausing outside the dark green tent, someone else’s observation haki touched his. The pointer finger of the hand enveloping y/n’s thigh lifted ever so slightly, making a ‘come hither’ motion, as the smirk behind the cigar widened ever so slightly.

Mihawk pulled Yoru off his shoulders, pushing open the tent flap and laying it on the plush couch of the entry room before stepping over the coffee table and through the curtain leading to the bedchamber. The syrupy moans coming from y/n didn’t stop, or even stall, and Mihawk quickly realized he had been dampening his footsteps, and with his eyes closed, mouth open and focus completely taken, y/n had no idea he wasn’t alone with his boss. Shame prickled over his neck, and when he met Crocodile’s eyes, the sleazy look on his face did nothing to quell his shame. Had he misunderstood his character? Was Crocodile really the type of man to A. fuck his employee and B. invite others to do the same without asking for consent? Nevermind the sidelong glances y/n had shot him while he was weightlifting, or the way he always burrowed closer in his sleep when they shared a bed, seeing him like this, completely lost in pleasure with his boss's cock buried in his ass, was a total invasion of privacy.

Unaware of Mihawk’s inner turmoil, Crocodile moved his hand from y/n’s thigh to his throat, tilting his head back further. Fists clenching ever so slightly, Mihawk swallowed before speaking “He better expect me, Crocodile” the words, meant menacingly, came out a little choked as he watched y/n's ass bounce just under the hem of the loose shirt he wore.

Y/n's eyes flew open and quickly locked on Mihawk's, the tears dotting his waterline tracking to the corner of his eye before falling up into his hairline. He stalled his movements, thick thighs quivering to keep himself up before Crocodile used his grip on his neck to force him back down to the base. A single wet squelch and a choked off whimper were both cut short when the mob boss responded, “Not expect, but he did encourage. He specifically asked if this aspect of his contract now extended to you. He was very excited at the prospect”

A throbbing heat started in his stomach at the thought, combined with the flushed, imploring face staring at him upside down. Mihawk took a few steps forward, coming to the edge of the bed, toeing off his boots then kneeling to get even closer. He moved up between Crocodile’s legs, until he was directly behind y/n. There was almost a foot of height difference between y/n and himself, but with him being seated on Crocodile’s lap, y/n had to crane his neck back to meet his eyes “Is that true?”

Without hesitating, y/n nodded, a short jerky motion so as to not break eye contact for a minute. Even with his obvious enthusiasm, tears of humiliation filled his eyes, threatening to fall immediately from his awkward position as his lips quivered. A slow, hungry grin spread across Mihawk's face as he ran his left hand from the junction of y/n's thigh up until it wrapped firmly around his neck. Crocodile moved his hand to allow that to happen, dropping his hand back down around y/n's thigh as he took a long hit of his cigar. Mihawk's other hand moved from his hip down, pushing the bottom edge of y/n's shirt up to rub a hot hand over his glistening dick and front hole.

Gasping, one of y/n's hands flew to grasp each of Mihawk's forearms, his bitten short nails digging in as much as they could as his head fell back against his shoulder. Without pausing, Mihawk ran his hand further down, feeling the lube that coated both his plush ass cheeks, as well as his puffy rim where Crocodile disappeared inside him.

“Turn around” glancing up at that, Mihawk quickly realized he was not the one being spoken to, as y/n immediately moved into action. He pried his hands away from Mihawk's arms, urging them off of him so he could freely throw his left thigh over Crocodile’s wide midsection, then begin pulling his right across his legs. Mihawk aided his movements, taking the leg in hand and guiding it so the knee rested in the crook of his elbow. He grabbed the other, pulling it up over the large, still clothed thigh until it rested bent, with his knee leaning against Mihawk’s hip. Crocodile’s hand, which had been hovering in mid air, suddenly twisted into a handful of y/n's short h/c hair, pulling him back until he was laying back against his chest. Y/n was so small in comparison his head didn't even reach Crocodile’s collarbones as he lay all the way down. Planting the hand holding up y/n’s leg on Crocodile’s thigh, he grabbed the hem of y/n’s flowy sleep shirt and pulled it up, revealing his lower half in the flickering lamplight. He traced his eyes down y/n’s form, pausing at his stomach. Below his belly button a line of h/c hair traced down to his thick pubes. But above, there was a bump.

Mihawk’s already hard cock throbbed at the sight, and when he pressed down on it with his free hand, the moans that both y/n and Crocodile let out put a flush on his skin. It had been far too long. Pulling his hand down again, he ground the heel of his palm into y/n’s dick, pulling a gasping moan out of him. When he glanced up, Crocodile had finished his cigar, that arm now resting behind his head, propping him up so he could see what Mihawk was doing, the other still holding a handful of y/n’s hair, tugging it back out of his face. Two fingers slipped into y/n’s front hole easily, but he could feel the pressure from Crocodile’s girth through the thin wall of skin. The whole area was slick, his hole, dick and inner thighs coated in liquid. Mihawk has to wonder how long the two of them had been at it to get him to this state.

When a third finger slipped in easily, Mihawk quickly pulled his fingers out and sucked them into his mouth, getting just enough of the slick off to not leave embarrassing stains on his pants when he untied them and pulled them down just far enough to free his flushed red cock. Kneeing even closer, Mihawk took himself in hand, spreading precome over his dick before slapping it against y/n’s dick, watching the way it made his face screw up and his stomach jump. “Condoms?” he breathed, glancing towards the bedside table before meeting Crocodile’s eyes.

He just shook his head. “He’s been tested, and takes a birth control. Plus,” his hand finally released y/n’s hair and wrapped around his neck, completely covering him from jaw to collarbone “He likes being filled”

Quirking an eyebrow, Mihawk lined his tip up with y/n’s front hole “He can’t speak for himself?”

A dark chuckle from Crocodile grated on his nerves “He doesn’t want to” that caught Mihawk’s attention, and Crocodile seemed to realize that, making a show of tilting y/n so he could rest his chin on his head “When we made this arrangement, he made it clear, he doesn’t want to talk, he wants to be used like a tool, and be put to work” With the final word, Crocodile squeezed his hand around y/n’s throat, pulling a whimper out of him as his e/c eyes rolled back. Mihawk liked the sound of that, and pushed the head of his dick in, ready to fulfill y/n’s wishes. It was a tight fit.

Y/n was small, compared to them both, sure. But he wasn’t a small man. His stomach jiggled with the thrust, but it still felt like there was no room for Mihawk inside him. His eyes moved from his stomach up to pin on y/n’s face, fighting the tight pressure as he fed in each inch, watching his eyes roll back and his mouth drop open until he was down to the base. He rested the heel of his palm below y/n’s belly button, and pressed down hard on the whole breath of his hand. Y/n screamed, legs thrashing, one hand jumping from being twisted in the sheets to grasp at his forearm again.

“Alright, push him up” Crocodile blinked, out of it from the sensation of the pressure, but when he saw Mihawk hook his other arm under y/n’s other leg, he moved into action. Shifting his grip slightly, he pushed y/n up, forcing him to sit up and support himself with his arms. He let out little mewls and groans as he moved until he rested against Mihawk’s chest, panting. “Arms around my neck, y/n” He sluggishly complied, hands loosely grasping the other arms wrist. Without any warning, Mihawk hoisted y/n’s weight into his arms, and sank down onto his heels. Before y/n could finish screeching his name, Mihawk began bouncing him up and down on his and Crocodile’s dicks.

In this position, the tightness inside y/n was alleviated slightly, making movement easier, but no less intense. Y/n’s slick was pooling around the base of his dick, and beginning to drip down his balls as they slapped against his ass. Arms tightening around his neck, knees pressed up as Mihawk’s hands grasped his shoulder blades, y/n opened his mouth against the side of his neck, panting and whining in time with the thrusts. Crocodile’s hand grabbed at Mihawk’s thigh this time, squeezing seemingly in appreciation of his movements. After only a few short moments, Crocodile grunted, dick throbbing as he spilled inside y/n.

The slick heat of his hole only deepend, making Mihawk duck his chin down and bury his teeth in y/n’s shoulder to muffle any embarrassing noises he may have let out. The noises coming from the hot body between them were neverending, and it was impossible to tell what exactly each one was in reaction to, just a constant stream of whimpers, moans and cut off chokes over the grotesque squelching coming from between his legs. Crocodile’s hand finally released him, and when Mihawk glanced up at him, his face was flushed and he made another ‘come hither’ movement towards him. Leaning forward, Mihawk forced y/n down until his back rested against Crocodile’s chest again, then released his grip on his shoulders, leaning back and dropping his legs in favor of wrapping both hands around his hips and began pistoning into y/n’s hole hard. Y/n just dropped, arms spreading out limply before his hands almost immediately twisted in the sheets and his head tilted back again.

With one hand, Mihawk pressed the tips of his fingers against y/n’s dick, using his wetness to rub back and forth across it quickly. Somehow, y/n tightened more, mouth and eyes flying open and hands tugging at the sheets. His legs tightened around Mihawk’s waist, heels locking behind his back, as if he was going somewhere. Not slowing his thrusts or his hand at all, Mihawk barked “Choke him again” which Crocodile was quick to comply with. He closed his hand around y/n’s neck, just as he began to tighten impossibly more, walls spasming around Mihawk’s dick as he let out a breathy, gasping moan and came, legs shaking and head trying to force itself back even further. White covered Mihawk’s vision, pleasure drowning out any sound, and vision only coming back when his balls had finished throbbing, and his movements had stopped. Y/n was laying there, panting like they had just finished training, eyes open but unfocused. His lips were parted invitingly, but the thought of kissing him in front of Crocodile made Mihawk’s skin crawl. He pulled out, kneeling backward and bending his back to inspect his hole.

The white of his cum immediately began dribbling out, mixing with y/n’s own juices as the trailed over his perineum and were forced to split around Crocodile’s dick where it was still buried in him. Desperate to get y/n back into his bed, Mihawk quirked an eyebrow, playing for nonchalant as he said “Do you plan to sleep in him?” Grinning, Crocodile moved his hand from y/n’s throat around to the back of his neck again, pushing him up. Mihawk quickly grabbed him under the armpits and pulled him into a sitting position.

“No, though that isn’t a bad idea. Just waiting until I could do this.” His hand finally free, he felt around in the jumble of sheets until he felt something, then dug through them to pull it out. It was a plug. Black, rubber, about 4 inches long and almost exactly the same width Crocodile’s dick was at the base when hard. He picked it up and rested its flat base against his lower stomach. Mihawk got the picture, and mentally counted to three in his head before lifting y/n up off all nine inches of Crocodile’s cock, quickly moving him backwards and sinking him down onto the toy. Y/n barely reacted, just mumbling something and shifting slightly before settling down. “Taking him back to your room?”

“I’m certainly not sending him to the clown cavalry tent like this” Crocodile grimaced at the thought.

There was come drying on his soft dick and slick coating his balls, but he shoved himself back into his pants and got off the bed. Stepping into his shoes as quickly as he could without falling over, he moved around to the side of the bed where Crocodile had left y/n before trudging into the adjoining bathroom and pulling the curtain closed behind him. Mihawk heard the shower start to run as he scanned the room for y/n’s shoes, finding only a pair of bunny slippers in his size he shoved into his pants pocket before delicately taking y/n in his arms.

He left the tent the way he came, awkwardly grabbing Yoru and holding it in his hand as he power walked back to his own tent, just beyond the tree line, completely out of sight of the whole rest of the camp. He first dropped y/n in the bathroom, setting him down on the toilet and fastening the curtain as he went to the kitchen, washing his hands before filling a jug with water. Once he did that he grabbed the container that held his good meats and cheeses, along with a box of crackers, which he added to a platter along with the jug. Finally, he filled a bowl with warm water and grabbed a clean hand towel out of the cupboard, placing them both on it as well. He brought the tray into his bedroom and placed it on the bench at the foot of his bed, pulling the slippers out of his pocket to drop on the floor before ‘knocking’ on the bathroom door by kicking the packed ground in front of it.

“Come in” Came hoarsely from inside, and he pushed the curtain out of the way to see y/n on his feet, leaning back against the wooden counter that held the sink. Mihawk took the chance to take him in. He was still wearing only the loose collared shirt the fell halfway down his thighs, hair completely dishevelled, Mihawk’s bite mark dark on his shoulder, thick fingerprints already forming into bruises around his neck. His legs were shaking ever so slightly, fat quivering deliciously, and he looked up at Mihawk with a tired but still imploring gaze. Still hungry for more.

Without a second thought, Mihawk dropped to his knee, putting his shoulder against y/n’s stomach and his arm around the back of his knees before standing, lifting him as if he weighed less than a loaf of bread. Because to him, he did. Y/n let out a deep “oof” followed by a strained chuckle, grunting with every step Mihawk took until he was thrown back down onto their bed, knees curling over the edge.

Squatting down, Mihawk handed y/n the jug before going straight for the towel, dipping it in the bowl as y/n drank greedily. He stopped for a second, panting, just as Mihawk began wiping him down, starting at his lower back and working his way forward, around the base of the plug and finally up to his front hole. There he just scrubbed lightly, getting any moisture out of his pubes and off his inner thighs before standing and turning around, walking over to his wardrobe. His shirt came off first, linen replaced with snug cotton, before he took his boots off and then his pants and underwear, setting the pants on top of his dresser next to the shirt and throwing the rest into the laundry basket. He took the cloth and wiped himself down, gritting his teeth in an effort not to hiss at the overstimulating sensation. Finally he clothed himself in a fresh pair of boxers, and left the hand towel on the drying rack, kicking it until it was within reach of the edge of the bed.

Turning back, he saw y/n had moved, now seated against the pillows, jug half empty and now resting on the bedside table. He was staring at his hands folded in his lap, but when Mihawk knelt on the bed and moved towards him, his face flushed nicely and his shoulders drew upwards. Pushing y/n’s legs apart met little resistance, and he quickly found himself seated on his haunches, y/n’s legs thrown over his thighs, his holes visible from the way his shirt was pulled tight, but still not meeting his eyes. “So,” that got him a glance, but y/n acted like the action burned him and locked onto the middle of his chest, where the buttons of his shirt ended instead. “You like being used like a tool? More than that, you were excited at the prospect of being my tool?”

Y/n nodded, hands grasping the taut edge of his shirt. But after a second of silence, he mumbled something.

“What was that? You have to speak up, boy. And look at me when you’re talking to me, I know I’ve told you before.” Y/n complied, face burning.

In a small voice, he replied, “Property, I was excited about feeling like your property”

Something hot and heavy settled into Mihawk's bones, and he rested his hands on y/n’s thick thighs, squeezing ever so slightly. “Oh? And what makes you feel like that?”

Lips quivering, y/n looked away. Mihawk allowed it, too excited to hear the answer to stop him “This” he breathed, tilting his hand to point down the bottom of his tunic, at the base of the black plug settled against the bed “marks, c-collars, grabbing, like, manhandling, telling me what to do, h-hitting me when I don’t do it fast enough, that kind of thing” His voice faded into a whisper at the end, but Mihawk couldn’t find it in himself to care.

“And what don’t you like?”

Y/n only spared him a second of a glance before responding, “Pain besides open hand hitting, anything in public, like, doing anything I said around anyone but Sir Crocodile, girly nicknames, pinning my hands down, covering my nose, anything to do with feet…” Eyebrows furrowing, y/n finally met his eyes again, still blushing but less concerningly red “I-I think that’s it”

“Good.” With that Mihawk pressed an open mouthed kiss against his lips, pushing him back into the headboard. Y/n moaned immediately, lifting his hands to grab at either side of Mihawk’s face. Pressing his tongue into his mouth, he ran his hands under y/n, pulling him down until his head was on the pillow, and his body was completely covered by Mihawk’s own. Y/n sucked on his tongue, throwing one arm around his shoulders while the other wrapped around the back of his neck. “Shit, you like marks?” pulling back slightly, Mihawk ran a hand up under his shirt. Y/n nodded, and he tugged on the hem “Can this come off?” Another nod, and Mihawk sat up enough for him to be able to do the same and pull it over his head. His chest was bare, save for two strips of black fabric that seemed molded to his skin, pulling each mound of his chest off to the side. Mihawk ignored that entirely, instead focusing on giving the bite mark on his shoulder some neighbors.

“You’re going to look like a whore” He growled, between bites on the junction of his shoulder and neck, “You’re gonna walk out of here tomorrow morning and everyone’s gonna know you like getting on your knees and back for powerful men” The whine that came after that said more than words ever could, the fingernails digging into his scalp doing the same. The air around their heads was quickly getting incredibly humid, both from y/n’s pants and Mihawk's spit and disjointed speech “That is it, is it not? You bent over for Crocodile because he was the strongest thing you could get your hands on, but now you want to be chained up by one of the most wanted men on the sea” He stopped his teasing to bite the side of y/n’s neck, releasing the skin from his teeth only to suck on it fiercely. By the time he released it with a wet ‘pop’, the skin looked almost black in the dim room.

He had to carefully watch his actions under Crocodile’s gaze, he trusted the man but not enough to drop his carefully curated persona, but with y/n he had no such convictions. He was strong, smart and incredibly useful, but he himself had said he had no plans for working on his own, so unless Crocodile became Mihawk’s foe again, he should stay within reach, at least as long as Cross Guild was in effect (so by their contracts, at least the next 5 years). And after that, he was such a man of honor Mihawk knew the only way someone could get details of Mihawk’s true nature out of him was through pain of death. There was the concern of Crocodile forcing y/n to tell him that information, but for once in his painfully long life he couldn’t find it in himself to care. So he didn’t try to keep up any facade the way he had to with the average one night stand.

He openly panted into the side of y/n’s neck, pinched his dick and rubbed his flattened fingers over his hole, before pulling them back to lightly ‘smack’ the twitching muscle. Y/n’s whole body jumped as his fingertips accidentally slipped inside, but when he lifted his hand to repeat the motion, his hips jumped to meet his fingers, and he hummed in approval. “Sir-”

“Yes?”

“Before, you-ah” Mihawk’s fingers sank into him, curling against his g-spot pointedly “you did the work, let me-”

“I thought you were a tool?” Mihawk pointed out, tone teasing and thumb circling his dick as his fingertips continued to curl inside him. “Let me use you, at least for tonight. We have all the time in the world for you to pay me back two fold” he didn’t wait for an answer, just pushed himself back until his head was hovering above y/n’s crotch. He moved his thumb off his dick to suck it into his mouth, pressing another finger into his front hole, the fit tight from the plug in his ass. Thinking of it, he lifted his head again as he settled down onto his stomach between his legs, “How long do you keep this in for? Until he needs you again?”

He shook his head, “He just likes seeing me with it, so I wear it as I leave. He doesn’t care, unless he tells me to wear it one day and I don’t. He did that earlier today-”

Satisfied with this answer, Mihawk pulled his dick back into his mouth, curling his fingers again rhythmically. He licked down, prodding his tongue in along with his fingers, looping back up to his dick. Time faded away, the only sound the moans coming from above him, the squelch of his wetness and Mihawk’s huffs of breath. It had been a long time since Mihawk had time to focus on someone else’s pleasure for this long. The clock on the dresser ticked by an hour, and y/n had come on his tongue 3 times, his legs being locked around his head so long a muscle cramp stabbed in his thigh. Hissing, he dropped his leg down, grabbing the meat of his thigh, kneading it in his hand. Mihawk sat up, sitting back on his heels and stretching his arms above his head. Meeting his eyes, y/n opened his mouth to speak, sitting up towards him, but Mihawk beat him to it.

“You’re gonna go shower, clean yourself out, then we are going to go to sleep.” Face immediately dropping from anticipatory to despairing, y/n tried to argue, but his mouth was squished closed when Mihawk grabbed him by the jaw and squeezed his cheeks together “Now, y/n. Do not make me ask again”. Y/n nodded sadly, swinging his legs over the side of the bed once Mihawk released his face, slipping his slippers on and padding out into the bathroom.

As he laid back on the sheets, Mihawk almost felt thankful to Crocodile for making y/n put so much weight in ‘serving’ him, and making it so easy to throw him off his balance. The begging that littered the last hour for Mihawk to ‘let him make him cum’ and to ‘serve’ him made him a little giddy. Some pleasure without ‘reciprocation’, and he turned into a mumbling, sweating, rosy mess.

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samson-the-whale · 2 months ago

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Yay I did it

Strider is my transformer's oc and this is his lore dump so enjoy :)

(I decided to write this like a lot dump with abit of story weighting stiel du to the vote on sed topic being practically an even split)

All info under cut

Base characters info:

•name: Strider (nicknames: scoot, scooter, and squirrel)

•gender: male (trans coded)

•hight: (idk exact transformers nights so I'ma just give a comparison answer) he is considered a smaller bot being about just a bit over half the night of say Megatron or Optimus

•basik description: he has a Slimer statue his head resembles that of a hat and he has a flip down visor his eyes are a yellowish orange wiel both with and without a cog he has green in his design. He is able to transform into a moped that is patterned with Wight and navy blue stripes.

Continuity appearances:

Tf erthspark

Ok so his lore will be formatted into three sections one being his life as a cogles bot two being his life as an autobot and then third and finally his life after he joins the deceptions.

One before the war:

Strider was a simple working class bot who hates himself. To put it less simply he feels Rong in his Owen plating specifically his alt mode, he haites that he's a moped. He has dreams of having sutch a better alt mode in his eyes specifically something that could fly he sleeps did what to go visit the stars, but because of his status and alt not mutch charges fore the bit he's lonely depressed and all he's got is his brother (moterborous by @certifiedforklif ).

Two false betrayal:

Ok so as we all know after everything the two factions formed the autobot and the decepticons well of course Strider was an autobot siding with his morals and thinking about the greater good but he had afu problems with the autobots.

One most of the time They ignored his ideas and was very excluded from “military action” being deemed as to small and un experienced; which really pissed him off because fore frags sake bumblebee was just a bit smaller than him and he was Optimuss right hand man. Two because of his lack of friends he was alone and none cared. But despite that he knew the autobots were good so he continued to work by their side.

Eventually one day he was able to get through to his higher ups and was put on a scouting team to go to the surface for whatever reason. Oh boy Strider was overjoyed finally getting the recognition he deserves. But of course tragedy strikes and the team is ambushed by a decepticons scouting team, a fight obviously breaks out the group of autobots outnumbered.

During the fight Strider thought this would be the perfect opportunity to prove himself after so many times of him insisting he was strong and Abel to help and during the fight he did surprisingly well but due to that he started to get cocky. He saw a defenslis seeker dangerous ne'er a cliffside after they had been a bit unsteady due to a previous blow. Strider took his shot and went in for a powerful punch but how would he know that this seeker was skywarp who was able to teleport out of the way just in time and end up behind Strider and successfully pushhim off the cliff.

Strider has so many regrets as he fell wishing and hoping that he would survive that someone would catch him that help would come but it didn't he just fell he eyed to grab the klif to slow or hopefully stop his descent to no avail In fact it didn't help but made the situation worse causing some rocks to nug loos falling with him and then falling on-top of him once he finally hit the ground. His body asked his vision to be blurry; he could taste his blood as he faded in and out of consciousness. He tried his best to stay awake in case someone came to save him. I mean he's an autobot, of course his “friends” would find him. …. Much time passed and Strider started to realize that no one was going to come for him; he had been forgotten And left to die left for dead. Maybe if he could fly he wouldn't be in this situation… he ended up passing out.

Three a new team:

After he woke up he expected to still be pinned under the rubble of the cliff but instead he was carried by someone he has some form of handcuffs on but he wasn't shur his brain was still a bit fuzzy. Once his optics focused he realized he didn't recognize who was carrying him well, at least not personally. He started to put two and two together and realized he had been taken prisoner by the decepticons and the one carrying him right now was soundwave (he only new who soundwave was fun to him over herring bee rant about him and other high gard members and how there all decepticons now) he wasn't sure if he should fight try to get free or run but the decision was made for him as soundwave had put him down after realizing he was up and hiding him into the decepticons base he was followed by the team Strider had previously fought. Eventually he was taken to that which resembles a brig and was put in a cell leaving him alone with his thoughts. Well not for long.

Fore new friends:

(Wow surprise forth part :0)

So ya that's his lore as simply I could put it so ya I hope you enjoyed

After a wiel Striders thoughts would be interrupted by a small bot wou would start up a conversation with him this bot being soundbite (my friend @soulsquiggled self insert) eventually the smalls bot leaves and two other bots walk by getting Striders attention being ( my frends @teddy-bear-xing and @binkusdinkus self inserts who are still being developed and drawn) Strider gets their attention and the three talk the two growing fond of Strider and Strider starting to make frends with decepticons of all people. Eventually he'd be let out of the cell and his cuts removed to his confusion untill being toled that the three boys he had talked with and put in a good word fore him specifically Frome soundbite dunto there conversation being like theeripy to Strider as he had vented to them and in that conversation he had mentioned Howe he felt betrayed by the autobots therefore giving him the chance to join the decepticons… and he did.

Also here is him with the logos (I didn't put it on his ref sheet becuss of him being on booth sides at one point.)

And also here is his old design that I scraped

#silly #oc #im not the bes writer so hav pitty on me #thus took longer than i thought #art #self insert #Transformers #tf one #Strider #tf oc #tf self insert #transformers self insert #ref sheet #charecters backstory #lore #lore dump

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justgrey · 1 year ago

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What if a teen reader ACCIDENTALLY came out to the TF2 mercenaries? "came out" meaning generally queer in sexuality. the teen would be worried and anxious afterward because they don't want the mercs to hate them for it. (this is based on myself as a girl-loving girl but it can be written for any gender)

you ask, you finally receive. Might start cutting requests down. idk, I feel like writing for some reason. Who knows how long that's gonna last, though.

also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN, just be aware that i might not get it out for a long, long time because motivation works weirdly😇

Mercs with a queer reader (PART 1)

Scout, Engineer, Medic

Warnings : fear of being rejected, swearing, a couple of hcs, medic is his own warning

Being queer is hard. And being able to not tell anyone (if you're like me and wanna live comfortably) is hard too.

The way they find out is if you got really cosy with them, and I'm talking being invited to Engie's barbecues, Spy letting you smoke one of his fancy ass cigars, and Scout tossing balls to you and acting like an older brother towards you kind of cosy.

So, one day, you accidentally let it slip during a conversation at dinner, having gotten way too comfortable.

Everyone except Medic and Spy was there, choosing to skip to do "work" instead. Your words quieted the whole damn room.

Whatever you did next is up to you. Whether you took it on proudly and kept eating or walked off to your bedroom to cry, up to you.

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Scout

Scout's unfamiliar with queer people. He didn't know any, and he wasn't taught anything about them.

He is especially unfamiliar with queer men. If you are a queer man, he'd be asking you all the time when he first finds out:

"How don't you find her hot? Or her? Do you find 'dat asshole, Spy hot? Is 'dat how dis works???"

Not with the intention of being slightly offensive, though. Just curious because he kind of struggles to wrap his head around the fact you're queer.

He always had a feeling that you weren't straight as a line, though. He hung around you a lot, even if you were annoyed by him, because he kind of wanted to finally be an older brother because he's always been the youngest.

So this is all a learning experience for him.

He'd definitely stay quiet for a little while, scaring you, before he randomly approaches you the next day.

"So... you like, what... in ta' ladies/dudes?"

(If you like girls, he'd definitely be the guy to say, "Holy shit, me too!" As a way to bond)

"Yeah."

"That's cool... that's cool... wanna talk about it more, or do you wanna go play ball?"

"Play ball."

"Let's go play ball, 'den."

Nothing changes about your relationship. Although he does occasionally ask if someone is your type or not, wanting to learn more about you. But in the end, as long as you still wanna hang around with him, he'll be chill.

Engineer

Unlike Scout, he is educated in queer people. He knows a couple, and he thinks they're pretty cool. Medic is also out to him because he's definitely gay (and trans because I like it that way)

Absolutely nothing changes with Engineer. He doesn't treat you any different or ask you any questions, just continues as normal, but encourages you to talk to him about things because he's definitely experienced it himself.

"You know, you could'a told me that earlier. I wouldn't have judged ya'. I've roamed around that area myself a little too."

"YOU WHAT?!?"

He just likes to get out there and try random shit. He looks like a boring guy, but he's way deeper than the southern merc on the surface.

Just talk to him :(

Medic

He wasn't there when you accidentally came out. He was finishing up an experiment on some organs.

When someone does tell him about it, though, he can't care less because he's queer too.

He also transed his gender. It's not my problem, it's yours now.

Definitely did his own top surgery ngl. Madman. Also discovered how to extract testosterone from sources and synthetically make it. Officially, a pioneer in trans healthcare. Hit him up if you want sum.

He treats you normally because he really doesn't give a fuck. He basically comes out to you as well, though:

"So you don't care."

"Nope."

"Why...?"

"What do you think Heavy and I do while we are working together... and the rest of you are eating?"

"..."

"Wait a minute... wait a... oh."

"Ja."

"HOW ARE STILL ALIVE?! 😭"

Definitely in love with his unofficial soul mate, the Heavy weapons guy.

I'm gonna do parts to this, actually. I'll make a part 2 and a part 3 another day that is even more random. I just need a break cause this is just a little bit lengthy. Ty got reading and sorry if it isn't exactly what you wanted 💀. I focused it a lot on the mercs instead of readers' anxiety.

Also, if you don't agree with my medic hcs, lol, fair enough 🥺

#tf2 #team fortress two #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 and reader #tf2 x reader #team fortress two x reader #tf2 medic #tf2 scout #tf2 engineer #platonic #platonic x reader #platonic tf2 #queer #gay #transgender #lesbian #bisexual #trans medic #gay tf2

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resident-gay-bitch · 4 months ago

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🏳️‍⚧️ Trans Tuesdays 🏳️‍⚧️

FtM Robin (platonic stobin + MtF Stevie + side steddie + Eddie being the definition of "guy")

It took a while to get here, but he’s here now, happy in his identity.

Robin had no idea, for a long time, that he was a dude. It only took Stevie figuring it out about herself for things to click in place for Robin.

Maybe it was like, destiny or some shit that they worked together that hopeless summer. Maybe they were just supposed to end up drugged out of their minds on that bathroom floor. They’re totally each other's soulmates, and now they’re even closer.

It’s like they have shared experiences now, each living as both a dude and a chick. They just… got each other. Besides, it’s cool having a gender guru, guide you through your transition. Like, Stevie’s giving him tips on how to talk and walk like a dude, or at least how she used to in highschool, which seemed palatable enough in Hawkins. And Robin gets to teach Stevie stuff too, like the best remedies for periods (because she fucking gets those now, like, without the blood, which is wild), and how bra sizing works because that shit is actually confusing at first.

It’s also awesome because they totally got to just swap half their wardrobes. Like, Robin had been meaning to get rid of a bunch of those dresses his mom got him for ages, and Stevie can just take them. And Robin got to raid Stevies wardrobe and feel totally euphoric trying on all her old clothes because not only did he look like a guy, he also smelt like one.

Robin got to teach Stevie how to shave her legs properly, to get them all smooth and shit, and Stevie got to teach Robin how to get his hair sitting so fucking nice in a masculine way. Ferrah Fawcet is a lifesaver, actually.

Everything about being trans has been awesome so far- like, apart from the fear of smalltown transphobia, but like, the feelings. It’s just been euphoria hit after euphoria hit once he finally opened up and expressed his feelings to Stevie.

That was a really revealing conversation. And it’s been nice, getting to hide away with Stevie for a little while, figuring themselves out.

Robin likes to bind, it looks good and feels good, but it’s kind of painful. Which is why living with Stevie feels so good, because he doesn’t have to bind around her to feel validated. He doesn’t feel the need to look or act a certain way around her to pass.

Things changed when Eddie came over for the first time.

It’s not like he could just say no when Stevie asked to have Eddie over. He knows they have a thing going on, and they haven’t seen eachother in two weeks, Stevies having withdrawals. It’s just… a new person. Robin hasn’t been a dude around anyone other than Stevie yet.

He doesn’t want to be a girl again for the afternoon.

He’s shocked when Eddie walks in, shooting finger guns at him and says, “Hey dude, nice haircut- jeez, it smells good in here, is that a cheese melt?”

Robin ran a hand through his hair nervously, glancing over at Stevie, who just shrugged before walking over to say hi to Eddie.

Eddie embraced her, tight, giving her a little kiss on the cheek that had her blushing before turning back to the cheese melt.

“My god, I fucking love cheese melts.”

“You can have it.” Stevie offered.

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, babe.” He muttered, stuffing his face full before moving to the fridge to make a replacement cheese melt, “I haven't eaten all day, and work was crazy busy today. Anyway, what are you nerds up to?”

“Just hanging out.” Stevie muttered.

“Waiting around for me?” He grinned up at her, biting into his sandwich.

Stevie rolled her eyes and shrugged, “We were… actually just fucking around a bit. Trying out some makeup on me… and… stuff.”

“Oh, stuff huh?” He smirked, whacking the cheese sandwich on the press.

“Yeah, stuff.” Stevie smiled, glancing over at Robin.

Eddie looked over to him, “So….” He said, giving him a once over, “Is this like a lesbian phase thing, or are you a dude?”

“Ed’s!” Stevie scolded.

“You got a problem, Munson?”

“Obviously not.” He scoffed, pointing a thumb over at Stevie before continuing to munch on his cheese melt, “I’m head over heels for her and you think I have a problem with transsexuals? Dude, my uncle was like, the first trans dude in Hawkins, I think.”

“What?” Stevie and Robin both asked in sync.

He shrugged, turning the sandwich press off before it burnt the bread, “Well, maybe not. But as far as he’s concerned, you know? Why do you think he doesn’t give a shit about me and Stevie- oh, I know how to draw beards on real good.”

“Why do you know that?” Stevie asked.

“I wanted to look like an adult when I was ten so I could run away and get a job.” Eddie said so nonchalant, “My dad was a dick and said I couldn’t be gay and have a good future. Total arsehole. Look at me now, dad, bisexual and a full time drug dealer. Fuck. you.”

Robin grinned, “Can you teach me the beard thing?”

“Sure thing, man.” He smiled, cutting the fresh cheese melt up for Stevie and plating it for her, “So does this mean you’re like, straight now, or?”

Robin froze, looking over to Stevie, who was also struck with a baffled expression as Eddie pottered around the kitchen, unbeknownst to their panic.

“Fuck, I’m straight!” He shouted, and Stevie burst out laughing.

Happy Spooky Month!!! sorry i didn't have anything spooky planned for this day, but this is still fun :)

#jay writes #🏳️‍⚧️ Trans Tuesdays 🏳️‍⚧️#ftm robin buckley #robin buckley #platonic stobin #mtf steve harrington #robin will always be THE lesbian in my heart but i just wanted to try something new :)#also just because he's transmasc doesn't mean he can't still be a lesbian actually. its just the 80s and theyre in hawkins how the heck are #any of them gonna know that?!#side steddie #stevie harrington #transmasc robin buckley #transfem stevie harrington #stranger things #mentions of transmasc wayne munson

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luvmyoui · 2 years ago

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four - why?

previous masterlist next

gp!myoui mina x fem!reader

warnings: toxic relationship, cursing, infidelity, sexism, pregnancy, teacher x student thing (v brief), mentions of sex, tell me if there's anything else!

word count: 2,313

a/n: PLEASE tell me m if this is going too fast, i feel like it is but i need an opinion frm someone reading it, bcz i have a faint idea but i think im going too fast yk?

before mina’s birth, due to the ultrasound pictures, mina was thought to be a boy. unlike most intersex girls, there was nothing unusual about her anatomy. when mina was born, she was recognized as a male and grew up being treated as one. mina wasn't always as bad as she grew up to be, in fact it wasn't until she started spending more time with her grandparents that her view on others changed.

mina’s grandparents were very old fashioned, they had strong beliefs and they tried their best to instill them in mina. due to the time spent with her grandparents mina eventually started acting the way they did and started to believe the same things as them. they believed that women were meant to stay home and take care of the children while her husband provided for her. their beliefs were passed down to mina who was the sole heir of the family, having had no cousins or siblings.

7th grade, that's around the time where most hit puberty. the same was for mina, when she turned 12 she finally hit puberty, but it didn't go exactly as expected.

“dad, my chest keeps getting fatter but i'm not fat, it’s like i'm growing boobs!” mina exclaimed to her father, she had never been more confused. what was going on?

the thought of mina being intersex had never crossed her fathers mind before the day this happened. It also could have been just the hormones from mina hitting puberty which was causing her to grow breast tissue. due to the fact that there could be 2 explanations to this mina’s father saw it best to have her tested. It may have just been her hormones, but just to be safe he decided to get her tested.

when the results came back it was uncovered that mina indeed was intersex. this information came as a shock to everyone in the myoui family, especially mina.

“does that mean my dick will fall off?! am i gonna become a girl?!” was what mina first said when she was told that she was indeed intersex and she was growing breasts.

“listen kiddo, your penis isnt gonna fall off. and technically you are a girl, but that won't change anything. you're still you.” mina’s father replied, trying to comfort her.

due to how many changes mina was going through because of her gender identity her parents decided to move to a new city to allow mina a fresh start. in mina’s new school she presented herself as a female saying that she didn't want to be trans and she would stick to the gender she looked like.

mina had never experienced something like changing schools, she didn't know anyone there. people had tried to bully her, tried to insult her. but it had always backfired, mina would never allow any disrespect towards her. especially from someone below her. mina often got into trouble, but her parents always bought their way out of it.

mina always seemed to be stirring up trouble at school, her parents figured it was because she didn't have anything else to do. due to this thought they put her in boxing, she seemed to like starting fights so maybe boxing would work as an outlet for her anger instead of her classmates. when proposing the idea, mina was ecstatic, she could now learn new ways to beat up the kids in her school.

despite her hard and mean demeanor, mina fairly quickly rose to be the most popular in her school. It had always been like that, mina being the most popular and sought out student by others. being the most popular girl in her school and the prettiest, she had many admirers, majority of them being males. her many male suitors quickly diminished though, when she was caught in the boys locker room comparing sizes with the quarterback.

ever since that day it was made known to everyone that mina had a dick, and a big one at that.

mina’s popularity wasn't just among her peers, mina was also quite popular among the teachers. she always turned her work in on time and was constantly participating during class. not only was she an exceptional student, but the money her teachers were gifted during teacher appreciation week made them like her all the more. for this reason whenever mina would get into trouble with other students the teachers would often turn a blind eye or take mina’s side. along with being arguably the most favored student, there were many rumors that she was favored in other ways too.

“hey mina, you know the new teacher, the hot one?” shawn asked, the quarterback of the football team and mina's best friend.

“yeah, i have her for history, why?”

“you’re always talking about how you can pull any girl in the school, so i dare you to fuck her and record it.” shawn said to mina and her eyes widened in shock, this was only their sophomore year. how early did he want her kicked out?

“fuck, okay. by next month ill get you a video of that bitch sucking my dick.” mina responded, she would never turn down a dare, especially one that included fucking someone.

and true to her word by the next month she had sent a video into the group chat with all her friends of the said teacher on her knees sucking minas cock. It made sense to them that the teacher would sleep with mina but to let her record it? everyone was baffled at how she did it. In response mina just said that the teacher obviously didn't know she was being recorded. the video for obvious reasons didn't make it out of the group chat but it did cause many unconfirmed rumors amongst the students.

although mina was known for fucking around, and never taking anyone seriously, that all changed when she met y/n. y/n was different, her beauty was on another level. The moment mina laid eyes on y/n she knew she was done for. that was the moment her reputation changed from fuckboy to lovergirl. she pursued y/n for months before she was given a chance but even while pursuing y/n there was nothing more that mina would want to do. y/n was it for her, she knew she wanted forever with y/n.

mina had never acted this way, she would skip out on parties to spend time chasing after y/n. she refused all advances from other girls saying she was taken, it might not have been official but the moment mina saw y/n she was taken. It wasn't like you were a nobody either, everyone knew the y/n l/n you were only second to mina in popularity. mina for some reason had never noticed you, too focused on her own life; she never knew of your existence until she saw you laughing with your friends at a party.

dating someone like mina wasn't always the easiest thing, mina had this huge superiority complex. your relationship with her was always you compromising on things. she acted as if she owned you, you weren't allowed to have any male friends, but she was allowed to be friends with anyone.

mina would never tell you, but she liked the power trip she got whenever she was with you. you were the perfect girlfriend, you never complained, and you always did what she said. mina never wanted to lose you, no matter how it seemed or how she treated you she knew that she’d never find someone like you.

when you had first told her you were pregnant mina couldn't believe it, it was like a dream. she had always wanted kids, especially with you. You were her girl and you were gonna have her baby. she honestly had no bad intentions, she always loved kids, having a son was always something she wanted.

the day she was told you were pregnant she called her grandparents, they were in japan so she couldn't personally meet them but she wanted their advice. the one person mina respected the most was her grandfather, and now that she was going to have a kid she wanted his advice. her grandfather told her that she should treat her girlfriend exceptionally because she was carrying the next generation. he told her that having a son was the best gift she could be blessed with.

with her new found advice and information mina tried her hardest to be an amazing girlfriend to y/n. she obviously wouldn’t lie and say she enjoyed staying up at night while y/n cried and vomited but she still loved y/n and her child on the way. sometimes she would question herself and why she was even doing all this, why she was missing out on sleep for this stupid reason. y/n could do this herself, why did she always insist on mina staying up with her. mina never voiced these thoughts but they stayed on her mind.

mina felt so accomplished when she found out that she had in fact gotten y/n pregnant, and not only that, y/n was also going to keep the baby. all of her friends were surprised when she told them and didn't believe that mina had in fact knocked up the y/n l/n. y/n was known for her reputation of being a virgin and never getting intimate with anyone, much less getting pregnant.

when the baby was born and the gender was seen to be a girl, mina was incredibly disappointed. she knew that y/n could have another baby but mina knew y/n would never agree to it. she resented y/n, it wasn't the child's fault for being born the way she was, it was y/n’s fault. deep down mina knew that no one was to blame but she could help but need someone to blame.

maybe that's what led her to seek comfort in the arms of another, y/n’s body wasn't as desirable as it used to be. you had gained weight due to the pregnancy and mina hated that, she would often make comments on your body and weight in hopes that you would change it. the change was taking too long and mina was getting tired of waiting. she had needs and if you couldn't fulfill them she would have to find others to.

mina tried to tell herself that it was you who made her do this, it was you who forced her into doing this. she left the home when you were sleeping and left to go to a party, ‘this is y/n’s fault, it’s on y/n’ is what she’d repeat to herself. she found someone pretty in no time, and she dragged them up to one of the rooms not letting her lips leave their skin.

as she fucked the other girl all she could think of was you, the way your eyes squinted as you laughed, the smell of you, the way you said her name. she couldn't do this. mina didn't realize it, but the tears were pouring out of her eyes and onto the back of the girl under her. she never hated herself more, she wanted to throw up. She hadn’t drank anything, but she felt sick to her stomach. she pulled out and pulled up her pants, the other girl was confused and as she went to ask mina what happened mina left.

she went back to her shared apartment with you and showered, she needed to wash it off, she felt disgusted with herself. how could she have done this, she sat in under the shower crying to herself. she hated herself for what she had done, she never thought of herself as cruel but there was no other word to use for her actions other than cruel.

her skin was all pruned up by the time she exited the shower, she laid behind you in bed crying quietly into your shoulder. feeling the wetness on your shoulder you slowly stirred awake and turned around to see mina crying. she refused to tell you what upset her but she kept repeating ‘i love you’ and ‘i'm sorry’. you had no idea why she was saying this but you just wrapped your hands around her as she buried her face in your neck.

after that day mina changed, it was a confusing change, and it led you to believe that mina was now cheating on you. after that day mina started acting more distant. you didn't know what happened but you could smell perfume that wasn't yours on her clothes when you washed them. mina was confused, maybe if mina was a different person she would've found herself wrong and changed. but in the end mina was still mina and she kept the thought that you made her do it in her head. the cheating stopped, but the way she treated you stayed the same.

the thought that mina was mistreating you never crossed her mind once, you were made to take care of children, to cook, and to clean. her telling you to do this was the bare minimum, in mina’s eyes she treated you amazingly.

mina never treated you badly, she loved you so much and she would never mistreat a loved one. her wanting to become an idol shouldn't have been a surprise for you and you should have supported her. she was the victim in this situation. maybe she wasn't as present in her child's life as she should've been, but if that really bothered you then it was your fault for not saying anything.

If mina really hadn't done anything wrong then why did she feel so empty as she boarded the plane to korea only accompanied by your words.

a/n: lets ignore that mina never had a boy name and all the other things that don't make sense🤗🤗 also im sorry if this is bad i didn't know what to write😭😭

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doom-gender · 1 year ago

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Amy looked at the website with confused apprehension. "ApeFist.net" it was called, the design looking straight out of the early 2000s; a simple gif of a starry night sky repeated ad nauseum forms the whole of the background page. "I thought Geocities died?" she thought.

At the fore of the webpage there was a small box for text input with the words "Make your Wish" sitting above it.

At first Amy laughed at it. The link had been spammed by some raider on her favorite trans support discord; it was stupid to even click on it, but she was compelled to check what it was in hopes that it was some kind of NFT scam - she loved making fun of NFT bros and so did most of the server.

She didn't really believe in wishes either, certainly not those given out by a webpage less modern than Craigslist. However that does not mean she had nothing to wish for. Amy's transition was a lifesaver, but her personal results are much less than she was hoping for. She started at age 19 and now at age 24 she's worried that the bulk of her transition is over. Her tiny mosquito bite tits can barely fit an A cup and her hips are practically non-existant - this combined with a general lack of confidence keeps her from being very confidant in her personal style.

After a couple minutes of consideration, she shrugs her shoulders and types into the box.

> I wish I had the body of a thick goth girl with big boobs.

She hit enter and immediately felt silly, she basically just fell for an equivalent of chain mail.

That was before the burning started.

A fire erupted in Amy's chest as she keeled over into the fetal position. Her chest began inflating outwards, settling at two jiggly mounds that were about the size of basketballs. Her stomach grew outwards with a healthy layer of fat as her hips and ass ballooned, giving her that super thick hourglass figure. Her skin prickled as it slowly lightened to a near pale white, her hair itched as it turned into a stylish black bob, and her clothes melted into a simple all black outfit.

When the pain subsided, she took stock of her body; grabbing at her curves and pawing at her crotch to realize her little e-dick had even turned into a pussy. She looked back to the computer to see not the wishing website but... a webcam software? Why was that...

She immediately became drowsy, the late golden hours of the sun shining through the window as it fades ever closer to nightfall. She passes out onto the couch.

---

Amy awoke to the sound of... Moaning? She was sitting up now in what felt like a desk chair. When she opened her eyes she could see through the groggy glaze a computer screen with... herself on it. Her new, goth self at least.

She was squeezing her tits and moaning provacatively into the camera - Amy could see the name at the bottom of the stream: "bigtiddygothgf".

As she came more and more to her senses she expected to feel what her body was doing on the stream, but as she became more intune with her body she became aware of a different stimulation. A hand wrapped around her cock.

She looked down, the messy contents of the desk flashing by her view before it settles on her body. A hairy man's body with a much bigger cock than she'd ever had before. She wanted to freak out, to scream, but all she could let out was a loud grunt as her hand continued to mercilessly jack off her huge, hard, manly cock.

She saw the username next to the chat input textbox: "FatBalls88". 88? Was she a 35 year old man now? The thought died as the stroke of her hand passed the head of her cock once more, matched by the perfect bouncing of the goth girl's tits on the screen.

"Fuck... So hot..."

She didn't say that! Or... did he? She was slowly losing context for why she was here, memories of her life as Amy, her job, the struggles of her transition, the events just preceding these, all began to be replaced with "Adam". Adam is a 35 year old self proclaimed "deadbeat"; in truth he's not doing that bad, he's got a fine apartment, a good job, and he keeps in reasonable shape. What he does not have is a girlfriend, explaining his semi-excessive spending on cam girls.

Amy fought back against these thoughs. "I could use a beer, that would help." She thought before realizing that was more of Adam consuming her. Amy was being deleted from all sides and shlacked over with Adam as s-s-- he came ever closer to cumming.

*click*

"Oh! Thanks for another donation FB! You're my favorite viewer." the girl smooched out at the camera while jiggling her massive tits with her hands.

Adam exploded, his eyes rolled back into his head as white hot cum splattered the bottom of his desk. His chair creaks with strain as his limp body leans further and further backwards. The absolute destruction of whatever remained of Amy and the sudden influx of everything that was Adam left the man dazed for quite awhile only to gain awareness of a ticking sound from the stream.

A spinning wheel full of the names of everyone who donated this stream stuck in front of the visage of "bigtiddygothgf". Adam grunted primally, angry that he could no longer ogle the tits, until...

"Omg FB congrats! Y'know you're my best supporter I think you deserve it the most. DM me and we'll see where we can meet up!"

Adam shook off his lusthaze and remembered: the promise of this stream was that each $1 donated gave you a chance to meet up with the goth cam girl and fuck her live on her next show.

Knocking trash and old beer bottles to the floor he rushed to attention at his keyboard and slid into her dms to set a date.

"Finally," he thought "I'll have that body all for myself..."

#mtf detrans kink #mtftm jackoff fuel #mtf detrans

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ladyeyrewrites · 1 month ago

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Feeling Hurled Like Hand Grenades

Read from Chapter One

Rated M

4863 words

TW: deadnaming and misgendering, but it is by a character who doesn't know the other character is trans.

Chapter Sixteen: The Night the World Didn't End

Gina woke to an empty house, which should have felt like a reprieve, a return to normalcy after how hectic the last few days had been.

But the silence gnawed like a dog at her arthritic bones. She found no comfort in it, only a reminder of the fact that she was perpetually alone, the one who stayed behind and manned the fort while people so much braver and busier than herself wove their ways in and out of her life at their own whims.

And that was her pre-caffeinated brain deciding to be morose, so Gina forced herself out of bed, called Tabitha to tell her she was taking the morning off to run errands and then made herself presentable. Her fingers ached as she slid her ring splints on. It was probably the cake Evan had made her for the coming out party – too much sugar and gluten always left her feeling inflamed. But it had been a lovely devil’s food cake.

She made herself a coffee to go and then headed to the address of the twenty-four-hour diner where Naomi worked as a dishwasher. Perhaps she should have called ahead to make sure the owner was there, but she could always come by again later and she could get herself breakfast while she was at it.

Ruthie’s was a hole in the wall behind a laundromat a block down from the hospital. Gina had been once or twice before, but she tended to prefer cafes to diners, so it was really only when she was in the mood for hashbrowns that she went – which wasn’t often given that potatoes made her knuckles swell even more than the rheumatoid already did. She’d have to skip the hashbrowns today, but she seemed to remember they had sweet potato fries. Gina’s stomach growled as she pushed open the door and was hit with a waft of delicious breakfast smells: strong coffee, fried potato, sweet syrup, fresh-made biscuits and gravy.

But breakfast was her secondary objective. First, to see that Naomi got paid.

“Just you today, hun?” She was greeted by a tall person who looked to be in their fifties with silvery stubble sprinkling their jawline, died purple hair piled into a bun on the top of their head and stuck through with a cheap pen, and a full face of glam make-up. They wore a classic 1950’s waitress uniform in red gingham and a name badge that said “Ruthie (she/her).”

So, this was Naomi’s boss.

“I’m actually here to see you,” said Gina. She found herself somewhat awestruck by how gloriously herself Ruthie was. She pushed down a stab of jealousy. It wouldn’t be productive comparing herself to Ruthie. Gina had always been quiet in her self-expression and not necessarily out of an effort to hide her identity. She’d just never felt the need to advertise it the way some people in the community did, the way Siobhan had to such mesmerising effect. It didn’t mean she couldn’t admire those who were brave enough to force the world to confront their existence rather than sweep them under the rug and into the shadows of the closet. Or perhaps it wasn’t bravery but acceptance of the fact that they would never fit the mould society placed them in and so they’d taken a hammer to it. She wasn’t sure what Ruthie’s story was, but she found herself wanting to know every detail.

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“Oh?” Ruthie tucked away the menu she’d grabbed from the stack when Gina walked in the door. She scanned Gina, taking in her neat skirt and blazer set, her neat chignon and subtle day make-up. “You’re Naomi’s aunt. The one that works for the paper?”

Gina wasn’t sure how Ruthie was able to gather that from a single glance, but she was nevertheless impressed. “The one that runs the paper, darling,” she countered with a playfully arched brow. At least she hoped it came across as playful; Siobhan always said she seemed angry when she was trying to be glib. “Though I haven’t been doing as much of that as I should recently,” Gina admitted with a stab of guilt for leaving Tabitha to deal with the morning’s fires after all she’d done for Naomi over the weekend.

“Sounds like you’ve got a bit of a story,” said Ruthie with a soft smile. “Maybe it has something to do with Naomi sending me a text saying she can’t come into work.” She motioned for Gina to follow her through the crowded diner towards a reserved table at the back. She slid into the booth.

“It’s been something of a week.” Gina set her purse down and sat opposite Ruthie with a tired sigh. Before she could launch into a further explanation, Ruthie motioned one of the other waitstaff over and insisted Gina order herself breakfast on the house, so Gina ordered two fried eggs with the sweet potato fries and glass of fresh squeezed orange juice.

“So you were saying you’ve had a week,” Ruthie prompted once the teenaged server had taken Gina’s order.

Gina nodded with a deep sigh. “First my nephew crashes a helicopter in the middle of a forest fire only to have to hike out of the woods on a broken leg, then an LA cop finally locates the grave of my long-dead lover and my soon-to-be nephew-in-law helps me say a final good bye and throw a coming out party. And after that my niece shows up on my doorstep beaten half-to-death because her father found her estrogen.” Gina took a deep breath. Maybe Michael and Evan weren’t the only ramblers in the family. “I understand you’re to thank for that.” Oh, she hadn’t meant for that to sound hostile, but she was pretty sure it did.

It must have done because Ruthie bristled and sat up straighter. “Look, if you’re here to make me feel guilty—”

Gina jumped in, hoping to explain herself before she ruined Ruthie’s opinion of her from the start. “On the contrary, I’m here to thank you.” Before she could stop herself, she reached across the table and took one of Ruthie’s hands in hers.

Ruthie’s eyes widened in shock.

“You’ve been a support for Naomi that I didn’t even know she needed,” said Gina. “You helped her get the treatment she feels is best for her. I’d never blame you for that.” She sighed. “Perhaps this is selfish of me, but I wish she’d felt safe enough to come to me with this.”

“But you said her father found the estrogen and beat her,” said Ruthie. “I got that for her. I wouldn’t blame you for blaming me.”

Gina shook her head. “My brother’s never needed much of an excuse to be a monster. I’m pretty sure he crawled out of my poor mother’s womb that way.”

Ruthie relaxed. “Why are you here and not Naomi? Is she okay?”

Gina shook her head. “She’s not, but she will be. I’m here because Naomi can’t be,” said Gina and quickly added. “She’s safe, but she won’t be able to come back to work. We thought it was best to get her some place her father wouldn’t think to look for her.”

Ruthie’s shoulders sagged with relief and her hand under Gina’s relaxed. Gina should probably let her hand go, but she found she didn’t want to.

“Does she have money? Can she access her account?” Ruthie asked. “I haven’t processed the most recent pay period yet. Usually, her paycheck is direct deposited, but I could give you a check to give to her. Or cash.”

“Not your first rodeo, it seems,” said Gina.

Ruthie shrugged. “My dad never tried to kill me,” said Ruthie. “But he did everything he could to make me wish that I was dead, including control my money. And that was only when he thought I was gay. I didn’t come out as trans until after he died. I have no doubt he’s turning over in his grave.”

“I’m sorry to hear that was your experience,” said Gina. “And to answer your question, we started draining her account the night she came to me,” said Gina. “If you can give me cash to give to her, that would probably be best until she can open a new bank account in her own name.”

“I can do that,” said Ruthie. “Tell her I’ll also be a reference for her whenever she needs one.”

“You’re not going to ask where she is?” Gina asked.

Ruthie shook her head, the pen holding her bun up jostling enough that Gina thought it might slip out entirely, but it held. “As much as I’d love to check in on the kid, it’s enough to know she’s safe and she’s got people looking out for her.”

Gina’s heart swelled with inexplicable fondness for this woman she’d met only minutes before “You really care about her,” said Gina, who was only just getting used to the feeling of people related to her giving a damn about her future let alone people who shared nary a drop of blood. But once upon a time, she had been used to that, hadn’t she? Those few shining years in San Fransisco with all Siobhan’s friends who’d taken her in as their own.

“We’ve got to stick together, right,” said Ruthie. “All us queers and weirdos.”

How had Gina forgotten the importance of community? The question plagued her as food was placed in front of her and she had to let go of Ruthie’s hand so she could eat.

Or maybe it wasn’t that she’d forgotten its importance. Maybe she’d never really understood how important community was until she was all alone, without even a grave to mourn over.

1999

“It’ll be fun,” Siobhan tugged on Gina’s arm as they climbed out of the cab and walked down the sidewalk towards Siobhan’s friend’s apartment.

It was New Year’s Eve, and they were in the Castro District, possibly to celebrate the end of the world, and if the world didn’t end, they’d celebrate that instead. Not that Gina believed that the world was ending, but people loved any excuse for a party. Not Gina, though. It was going to be loud, and people were going to be even more drunk and reckless than they usually were on New Year’s Eve. And they weren’t her friends anyway; they were Siobhan’s.

But Siobhan had somehow talked her into getting dressed up and going out. Somehow convinced Gina that it would be anything besides her worst nightmare. And now here she was, in too high heels and a too short skirt and a hair do that was so tight her scalp tingled, standing on the sidewalk staring at an apartment building that was practically vibrating from all the noise emitting from the doors and windows.

But Siobhan had given up her wonderful, vibrant life in the city to move back home with Gina. She’d grown out her hair, covered her tattoos with high collars and long sleeves, taken out her piercings all so that they could blend in and seem the part of ordinary roommates who absolutely did not share a bed.

Part of Gina regretted not breaking things off with Siobhan when she’d moved back home. Sure, it would have broken her heart, but every day it broke her heart anyway to see Siobhan holding herself back, reigning herself in. Gina felt like she’d taken this majestic, wild creature and domesticated her into something dull and drab – a wild mustang turned mule. Not that Siobhan ever complained. Anytime Gina would ask her if she wanted to move back to San Fransisco, Siobhan would shake her head, give Gina a kiss and say, “Oh, get over yourself. You haven’t ruined my life. Sooner or later, I would’ve wanted to settle down anyway. I’m exactly where I want to be.”

Siobhan deserved a night out. A night where she didn’t have to hide, so for all Gina grumbled and complained and protested that she’d rather stay home and watch the ball drop on TV like an old married couple, she hadn’t put up too much of a fight when Siobhan had thrust a slip dress and chunky heeled strappy sandals into her hands and ordered her to make herself pretty.

And now here they were: partying.

At least it was a party in the Castro District filled with gays and lesbians and cross dressers of all types and distinctions, so they could dance pressed up against one another, bodies writhing together, the silky fabric of Gina’s dress fluid against Siobhan’s velvet trousers, heat and sweat and breath mingling.

They drank, cheap stuff that burned its way down Gina’s throat and seared its softening effects into her brain. The noise seemed to dull, she relaxed, draped herself against Siobhan.

They danced.

They drank.

Someone passed a joint around.

Gina sat in Siobhan’s lap, eyes closed, mind drifting while Siobhan held a shouted conversation over the music with one of her good friends – an ex, Gina knew, though they’d never been serious. Gina had been surprised that the thing she was most jealous of when Siobhan had first introduced her to this ex-turned-friend was not their relationship but the fact that Siobhan had any exes at all. Had experience. Gina had always been so focused on blending in and being good and denying herself any pleasure that she hadn’t had anyone, not until that night at Club Q when her entire world had become a tattooed redhead. Not that she regretted her course, but maybe, in another life, it would have been nice to have been more prepared for Siobhan.

“The countdown’s about to start,” Siobhan whispered in Gina’s ear, lips brushing against her earlobe, sending shivers down Gina’s spine.

A moan escaped her lips.

Siobhan chuckled.

Gina twisted in her lap and gazed up into that lovely, familiar face.

Who cared if the world ended if she could stare into those green eyes and map Siobhan’s freckles and taste the tequila and smoke on her lips.

They counted down to midnight.

The world didn’t end.

The new millennium began on Siobhan’s lips, cheered on by a room full of people the world would rather pretend did not exist.

2025

For the first time in well over a decade, Gina wondered what had happened to all those people who’d been there the night the world didn’t end. Siobhan’s friends, her friends.

God, why had she let herself lose touch with them? Those wonderful, joyful people.

Because she’d been afraid that they’d remind her of Siobhan, but maybe they would have helped her put Siobhan’s memory to rest sooner.

Who could say?

It was too late now.

Gina sighed, blinking the past away as she nibbled a sweet potato fry. It was as excellent as she remembered, seasoned with sea salt and rosemary and just the correct balance of crunchiness to chewiness.

“You went somewhere there,” said Ruthie, perfectly drawn brows creasing with seemingly genuine concern.

“The past,” said Gina. She dipped another fry in Ketchup.

“A dangerous place,” said Ruthie in a tone that spoke to treacherous memories of her own. “You can get trapped there.”

Gina laughed. “Oh, I know. I’ve been caught in that trap for a very long time. I’ve been trying to break free. I even made a profile on a dating app.” She shook her head. “Well, my nephew’s fiancé helped me set up a profile on a dating app. He’s something of a reformed playboy.”

“How modern.” Ruthie smiled and her teeth were coffee stained, but perfectly straight, lips framed with lines cut deep by laughter.

Gina shrugged. “It makes me feel old, if I’m honest. And scared. I used to be content with the idea of dying alone. I’d resigned myself to it, but now that I’m trying to explore the possibility of finding someone again, the prospect of never meeting anyone is terrifying.” And this was not the conversation Gina had intended to have with her niece’s bosss, but there was something about Ruthie and how she was so authentically herself, that made Gina want to try to be honest.

“How’d you meet your last partner?” Ruthie asked. “If you don’t mind my asking.”

“I don’t mind,” said Gina, the memory of that night swirling to the forefront of her mind. “We met dancing at Club Q.” She shook her head. “I don’t even know if people go dancing anymore.”

Ruthie laughed and it was a charming laugh. And it had been a very long time since Gina had been charmed. She had no idea what to do, so she ate the rest of her breakfast as quickly as good table manners would allow and drank her orange juice if too few gulps. “Well, I’d better let you get on with your day.” She slid out of the vinyl upholstered booth and grabbed her purse reaching in for the little monogramed card holder Tabitha had gotten her when she’d been promoted to editor. “Here’s my number for when Naomi’s pay is ready.” She offered her card.

Ruthie took it with a smile, the tips fingers brushing against Gina’s as that tiny paper rectangle changed hands. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Naomi’s aunt,” said Ruthie.

Gina’s eyes widened in shock at her own lack of manners. “Oh God, I never actually told you my name, did I?”

“We seem to have skipped that part, Gina,” said Ruthie, reading off the business card before tucking it into her apron pocket. “Give Naomi my best.”

“I will,” said Gina, cheeks still hot with embarrassment as she made her way out of the diner and to her car.

She wasn’t sure she’d be able to focus on anything remotely resembling work once she got to the office and that instinct proved correct. Her mind kept slipping away from the columns she was reading for approval to the low, silk of Ruthie’s voice, the pen poked through her bun, the subtle brush of stubble on her jaw, the laugh lines. The way she’d listened like every word Gina had to say was important.

What a wonder.

After work, she had a video call with Thomas, Evan, Naomi, and Athena Grant who was there to advise them on how best to protect Naomi moving forward. Naomi’s bruises were still in that nasty purple phase, yet to yellow, but the swelling around her eyes and nose had gone down significantly.

Athena advised travelling outside of LA to finish emptying Naomi’s account so that the transactions couldn’t be used to track her. She also told Naomi to get a new phone as soon as possible and turn off location tracking on her current one.

“I’ll talk to one of your brothers about getting your car to LA for you,” Gina told Naomi as they were wrapping the discussion up. As she spoke, her phone pinged with a text message. It was Simone. Gina frowned. It wasn’t like Simone to text her. They barely spoke outside of forced family functions, though Gina was fond of the girl.

“What’s wrong?” Naomi asked

“Your sister’s coming to my house,” said Gina. She met Naomi’s gaze as best she could through the screen. “I won’t tell her where you are, but is there anything else you don’t want me to say?”

Naomi hesitated before nodding. “I don’t want her to know I’m trans,” she said. “I don’t know if she’ll understand, and I want to be able to talk to her about it myself.”

Gina nodded. “I understand.” She heard a car pull up in the driveway and a door slam. “She’s here. I’d better hang up.” They said their hasty goodbyes as Gina’s doorbell rang.

Gina sighed and turned her tablet screen-side-down on the table before answering the door. Simone stood on her doorstep in a crop top and low-cut jeans that wouldn’t have looked out of place twenty years ago when Gina and Siobhan had danced together at the end of the world. She even had butterfly clips in her hair.

“Did your mother give you a ride?” Gina asked. Whoever had dropped Simone off hadn’t lingered long enough to see her through the front door which was a black mark against them in Gina’s book.

“Patrick gave me a ride on his way to band practice,” said Simone. “Mom and Dad don’t know I’m here.”

Gina sighed and stepped out of the doorway, beckoning her teenaged niece inside.

Simone entered cautiously, scanning the front rooms. “Is Noah in the guest room?” she asked.

Gina shook her head. She’d been astonished at how easy it had been to slip into using Naomi and she/her pronouns, as though the other name and pronouns had been an ill-fitting disguise eager to be shed. Now, she’d have to be careful not to give the truth away. “No,” she said.

“Where is he then?” Simone asked.

“Safe,” said Gina. “Somewhere your father won’t think to look.”

“But where?” Simone asked.

Gina shook her head. “I don’t know exactly.” And that was true enough, because despite all their months of contact, Gina had yet to visit Thomas and Evan at their house and she still did not have their address. An oversight, but for the moment it gave her plausible deniability.

“But he came here,” said Simone. “I know he did because Dad said you and Tony came over and got his stuff. So, he was here.” Wheels were turning in that brain of hers as her eyes flicked through the empty rooms. “And Buck and Tommy aren’t here anymore.”

“Evan had to get back to work,” said Gina. “And Thomas wanted to rest at home.” Probably not untrue statements.

Simone chewed her lip before huffing a sigh. “Why would Noah leave without saying goodbye?”

Gina didn’t usually hold with using shock and awe tactics against teenagers, but Simone seemed so affronted by the idea that her older sibling hadn’t said goodbye, that Gina decided that perhaps some stark reality was necessary. She led Simone to the table and urged her to sit down. Then Gina unlocked her tablet and pulled up a shared album Tabitha had labelled “For Evidence.”

Simone flinched when she saw the first picture.

“Broken nose,” said Gina, flicking through the images. “Black eyes. A laceration to the scalp. Broken ribs. Your father did all that. He tried to do more.”

Simone’s eyes started to well with tears. She shivered, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Look,” Gina snapped. “Look at what your father is capable of.” She let her tone gentle as Simone opened her eyes. “I know your father is kind to you, protective of you, but this is what he is. What he’s always been.”

Simone’s lip quivered and she looked up at Gina with tearful eyes. “Did Noah do something to piss Dad off?”

Gina frowned and put the tablet down. “No one deserves what your father did for any reason.”

Simone shrank under what Gina knew her nephews called her “Auntie voice.”

“No parent should ever raise a hand against their child, no matter the reason,” said Gina. “And the reason? I’m sure your father must have said something to you about that. Jonathan was never good at keeping his damned mouth shut.”

Simone was shaking now, her reaction to seeing second-hand what had been done to Naomi stronger than Naomi’s own reaction. Tears slipped down her cheeks. “Mom and Dad had a h-h-huge fight,” she stuttered. “They were yelling and throwing things so I went to P-Patrick’s.”

Gina let herself relent a bit. The girl was only fourteen after all and scared and alone in a house that wasn’t safe. Gina put an arm around Simon’s shoulder, only able to do so because she was standing and Simone was sitting. “You can always come to me if you need a place to get away from it all. Your brother, Thomas, used to stay with me all the time when your father was at his worst. He’d bring Michael and Anthony along with him when their mother was out of the house.”

Simone stilled, brow wrinkling in thought. “Did Noah leave home for the same reasons Tommy did?” she asked.

Gina didn’t know exactly what it was Simone thought she knew about Thomas’s reasons for leaving home and never coming back, but Simone knew that Thomas was gay, so perhaps she was getting close to connecting some dots. “Perhaps,” Gina said. “Thomas and I have never spoken of his underlying reasons for joining the army, but it was to get away from your father, ultimately.” She sighed. “Jonathan was always particularly cruel to him.”

“Just like with Noah,” said Simone, voice little more than a tear-coarse whisper.

Gina nodded. “There are certain characteristics you father views as necessary for a man to be a man,” she said. “All nonsense if you ask me, which he never has. If Jonathan finds anything outside of those narrow parameters, he tries to beat that child into the shape of what he deems a man to be. It’s what he’s always done.”

Simone’s frowned furrowed deeper into her brow. “Is Dad nice to me because I’m not a boy?” she asked.

“Perhaps,” said Gina. Though she wondered how her brother would have treated Simone if she’d been a tomboy or queer or not a girl at all. Would he have embraced having a boyish girl as a daughter or was the only acceptable form of femineity the type Simone exemplified?

“Is it really safer for Noah if I don’t know where he is?” Simone asked.

Gina sighed. “I can’t say for certain, but I think that anything that prevents your father from finding that child is best.” She quickly added. “I don’t think you would tell your father on purpose, but what if he overheard you, or what if you told your mother and she told him, and your father tried to finish what he started? Would you be able to live with that?”

Simone shook her head. She didn’t even argue that her mother wouldn’t tell her father. It seemed the girl was enough of a realist to know that Veronica would always side with Jonathan, eventually, if only to make things easier for herself.

Simone wiped her face with the heels of her hands, sniffling. “I’m just really worried.”

“I know,” said Gina. “So am I.” She leaned over and pulled Simone against her bosom, rocking her until the girls breathing had evened out, no longer hiccoughing with sobs. She fetched some tissues and a glass of water. “Now. Do you want to stay for dinner? I think there’s left-over cake that Evan baked while he was here.” It had been frosted in the colours of the lesbian flag but there was so little of it left that Gina doubted anyone would be able to discern the cake’s original intent.

Simone hesitated. “Dad doesn’t like it when I eat sweets,” she said. “He says I can’t afford to put on any more weight.”

Sorrow and rage went to war in Gina’s heart, hearing that. She put a hand on each of her niece’s shoulders. “Simone, does your father criticise your weight?”

Simone shrugged. “Only sometimes, if I cheat on my diet.”

Gina blinked, staring at the thin, somewhat muscular girl sitting in front of her. “There’s no need for you to be on a diet. Not when you play sports as often as you do.” She shook her head. “Simone, I need you to listen to me: your body is yours and only yours and no one else gets to have an opinion about what it should look like. And I mean no one. Not your father or your mother or even me. Do you understand me?”

“I guess,” said Simone. And maybe that was a good enough start, but Gina resolved to remind Simone every time they saw each other, and she meant for that to be at a far more frequent rate than before. “Now, do you want a slice of the delicious devil’s food cake that Evan made from scratch.”

Simone nodded.

“That’s my girl,” said Gina and she cut them both a slice from the remains of her coming out cake.

She drove Simone home only after confirming that Veronica would be home that night. Part of her wanted to give Veronica a piece of her mind, but she knew that the only thing that would accomplish was isolating Veronica further and that wasn’t a door Gina was willing to shut.

Gina sat in her brother’s driveway and watched as Simone unlocked the door and let herself in, turning back to give Gina a little wave. Gina waved back even though she didn’t think Simone would be able to see.

Right before she went to shift the car into drive, her phone buzzed. Gina didn’t think it would hurt to check who it was before she started driving. It turned out to be a text from an unknown number: It’s Ruthie, from the diner. This might be out of line, but I know a place if you’re interested in going dancing.

#bucktommy #tevan #bucktommy fic #tommy kinard #evan buck buckely #rebuilding burnt bridges #9 1 1 fanfiction #eyrewrites #happy new year

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tubbishtobias · 8 months ago

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I know I’m late to this.

But here’s what I have to say.

2020.

COVID hit. I was a young girl, who was recently going through realizations of sexuality, friends etc. my friends introduced me to the dream SMP. I thought it was a little silly, then simping over these people playing Minecraft. But then I got into it. Like, super into it. Realizing there was more than just funny clips, there was actual LORE. I was so invested. I would sculpt clay of them, loving making little references of things that I like.

Going back into school post covid, I was so cringe. I thought my style was cool, and y’know, I did kind of eat. But I was happy. So happy. The friends that introduced me to it no longer liked it. They were too cool for it and kind of ditched me.

I had this community, that took a video game and made it into this super awesome story while still maintaining humor.

And they were real. It wasn’t like getting into a show, I think that’s part of the reason that I liked it so much. These creators were real, they have feelings, and lives.

They inspired me. Inspired me to keep drawing, even though the only thing I could draw was them. I loved it. Art block was no more lol

This is going to sound silly, but the dream SMP definitely helped me figure out my sexuality. Seeing other people so freely open about it made me think.

I didnt like when all of the trolls came and I was bullied relentlessly because I liked watching some people play Minecraft.

They helped me inspire my passion for steaming. Where I couldn’t imagine myself doing anything else but that. It seems so fun, to have a community that likes watching you.

Yea, all of my friends thought I was weird crying when Technoblade killed Tubbo with a firework, but I LOVED the plot. The lore. I didn’t even know what lore meant, or plot armor, or canon. Haha, I would give anything to have them back.

Technoblade especially. I didn’t know much about him before the SMP. But he is a super big part of my life and my joy. His ability to make humor, but maintain a serious atmosphere. His jokes, his PVP, he seemed like such a cool dude. Me cheering when he said that his cancer had been 99.99% percent removed.

2022.

I was going to one of the most exciting things I have ever done. A new experience, I was gonna meet new people. I was obsessed with drawing, the SMP, and HB. I was excited to meet people like me. I knew that I was trans, I wasn’t necessarily out tho.

I woke up one morning to a text from my friend. She used to like the SMP, but not really anymore. We were still friends.

She asked if I heard the news. Technoblade died.

I thought that she was joking.

Until I got another text from my friend. She’s one of my closest friends who was never really into the SMP but she knew that I liked it so she asked me about it.

I opened YouTube. Watched the video, sobbing. There was no way. You watch these people online, never having met them, only seeing what they want you to see on screen. You never know what you have until it’s gone.

My mum watched it.

She said that it was nice to see behind the scenes, seeing his dad, knowing that he’s a person. Writing RIP Technoblade we love you Alex as I went to my new experience the next day. A part of me seemed to just be broken.

Haha I’m sure this seems cringe. But like, everybody has there passions. These people inspired me. They made me who I am today, I wouldn’t be writing this if it wasn’t for them. Cancer has affected so many people in my life. It’s hard, it is. Knowing I will never get to meet Alex sucks. I mean, haha I probably wouldn’t have anyway. But him really being gone.. I don’t know. I know, people say, “he’s not really gone,” but it’s still different. He put on this attitude of wanting to power through it, making jokes. God, I miss him. I never met him, he doesn’t know me. But still, he made an impact on so many people. I know, this story has probably happened to so many people. But it feels good to tell it.

I know I’m not a super popular content creator. I May never be. But it’s nice to do this. It’s what I love to do, maybe I’ll have an impact some day.

Thank you Technoblade.

Im going to draw something for Technoblade 25, hopefully I’ll post it in a couple of days.

#technoblade #technoblade25

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befemininenow · 2 years ago

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Deconstructing the sissy in you (extra)

Let’s go back to the beginning of the tutorial. However, let’s amplify it a little more. You always had a thing for this thing called “feminization”, which involved forcing men into wearing feminine clothing or adopting feminine roles in an embarrassing manner. That kind of thing was your kink/fetish for a good while and imagined what would it be like if it happened for real. Little did you know it was a gateway to explore your sexuality.

You browse the web for TG captions and transformations as a way to spend some “me time”. All of a sudden, you see this post:

“Damn, she’s sexy!” you say out loud. You obviously want to be inside her body, but deep in your mind, you secretly want to be in her body. As in, you want to feel her soft skin, her boobs, her skirt, hair, you want to be her!

In no time, you start to see more pics like this:

Eventually, your feed begins to fill with captions like these...

...while some daring strangers fill your inbox with captions like these...

Soon enough, you start to get into female fashion, changed your way of words, became interested in men, and slowly incorporated your feminization in your public life. Those hypnos and captions have changed your thinking! It got to the point where you opened a Tumblr, started to make "sissy besties", and asked for tips on how to become more "feminine". It felt mutual, it felt exclusive, it felt like becoming a part of the Mean Girls!

But you wanted more. You wanted hypnosis that can destroy your "manhood". You wanted captions that affirmed your "sissy identity". You wanted hormones to grow boobs and ass. You wanted to become a woman at an instant!

But how? Desperately wanting to view more captions, you decide to find more of them on your search bar. You type "feminization captions" and the results are abundant! But as you scroll all the way down to a dead end, you find a picture of a sexy, blonde woman in red that catches your attention:

"OMG! She's so gorgeous! She's the type I want to become! I need to find out who she is!" Just as you click to the image, you're sent to a blog that you're somehow familiar and/or following. You try to find the image and as you keep on scrolling, you found it belongs to a certain blog: @befemininenow. ""Be feminine now?" This is it! This is what I need! Someone who can instantly change me into a feminine woman!"

But as you read the pinned post and the introduction greeting, you feel a little conflicted. You like feminization, but the blog doesn't cater to sissies. Yet, the captions feel so persuasive and alluring, you don't know where to start. You decide to go all the way back and finally found the one that seems the sexiest.

What was the caption that caught your attention?:

Of course the one with Lilly Roma and her tight, revealing, black suit! But instead of being a sissy caption, it's a caption that tells you to be a fellow sister! "Sister? Mmm... I... I like that. Better than sissy!"

You browse the blog and find more than enough caption to your taste:

Some were a dream, some were so sexual, some were unbelievable, and some... hit right at home.

Very few captions mention the word "sissy" and when they do, it's usually not as you expected it to be. That's because the blog is about embracing femininity instead of treating it as humiliating. You try to find if there are more blogs like hers and luckily for you, there's a bunch more...

Joanna's Journey, A Miss Inside, Every Alice, Gym Bunny Candie Hart, GGS-Trans-Inspo, and so much more!

It took a while for you to realize that some of those feminization blogs aren't like the rest, including sissy blogs like Sissypinkfashionfun. They may seem a bit unrealistic at times, maybe a little overboard with the "wipe masculinity" posts. But what you love about those blogs the most is that all of them have something in common: they are not ashamed of femininity, but rather embrace it as their own.

It all makes sense: as a kid, you wanted to be a ballerina:

Later on in life, you wanted to become a princess:

But now...

You just wish you can come out as your true self! Why be ashamed of being feminine? Why do you need to be punished for showing weakness? Why be subject to bullying for behaving a certain way? You don't really want to be a "sissy", but you want to be a girl. You love your feminine side.

But in order to move on from your "sissy phase", there is one step you would have to do:

That's right, girl! It means you have to come out. Whether you like it or not, it's the next step to your change. You can keep hiding in the closet, experiment with the "sissy lifestyle", and reblog feminization captions all you want. But as much as you hate to face reality, she is you. You're transgender. You're a woman inside, even if your current anatomy doesn't match it.

The latter sentence didn't discourage Mikaela Ville nor Angelick Poleth (girl in the next pic) from postponing transition. Look at them now. Don't you wish to want to be like them?

But to be sure of the change, to be sure of what you really want, how far will you go into your life change? Do you want just dress feminine, but still identify as a man? Maybe you identify as a different gender? Or do you want to go further and take hormones to turn into a woman?

Whatever you end up identifying as, know your identity and femininity are valid. Find your nearest gender support group, talk to doctors and therapists who can assist your gender change, and be very safe in today's environment. Remember, you are not a sissy, but a brave woman! Unlock the cages and let the lioness inside out!

(End of guides. Thank you for reading 'till the end!)

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of-worms-and-fibers · 10 months ago

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Wrong Body

Shinya and Tsunagu get hit by a body swap quirk and Shinya HATES it Fluff, Angst with good ending, comfort, trans Shinya, ask Word count: 1100

„Shit, Edgeshot?!“

Jeanist cursed, looking for his husband on the battlefield; in one of the most annoying fights of his career. None of the villains were particularly dangerous, just a group of pranksters with annoying quirks that did nothing but pose semi-mild inconveniences. Hell, calling it a “battlefield” felt ridiculous, it was more like a circus. Some of the heroes were stuck quacking like ducks while others had been made to dance the macarena. It would have been almost funny if the group hadn’t been so active lately, bothering civilians greatly.

“Jeanist, I’m here!”

The other called out, and he hurried to where the voice had come from; finding Edge fully alright, albeit a little annoyed looking, among a small group of more heroes who had managed to avoid getting hit by any of the quirks so far.

Jeanist breathed deeply in relief, going to hug Edgeshot briefly; too slow as the rest of the group shouted a warning and jumped aside; a fuzzy shiver ran all over his body, and when he opened his eyes; he wasn’t sure what was wrong at first. He felt the same, didn’t dance or make strange noises.

“Oh my god Tsunagu-“

Edgeshot exclaimed, and hearing his real name in a battle situation like this could only mean bad news.

“What is it?”

He asked, but immediately noticed what it was; his voice didn’t sound right. Now that he thought of it, his body didn’t feel right. Jeanist almost didn’t want to do it, but he slowly patted his body down, feeling his hips and chest to be far softer than they were supposed to be. In a panicked motion, he reached for his hair, relieved that at least that hadn’t changed. And so he returned his gaze to Edgeshot, who was clearly a lot less calm about it; screaming silently on the inside while uncomfortably tucking at his clothes, trying to cover up the silhouette of his body; a body Tsunagu had seen, years ago, before Shinya’s transition.

But there was nothing for now that could be done about it. Gang Orca sent them home, to see if the quirk would lift overnight and so the two could do nothing but obey his suggestion.

“Okay. We’re physically girls now. We have to stay calm. Why is my voice so annoying?!”

“Welcome to my life.”

Shinya replied bitterly, wrapping a blanket around himself. Clearly, he wasn’t happy with the situation and sensitive to everything about it. Tsunagu brought the dinner, sitting down by the other’s side:

“You know it doesn’t change anything to me right? You’re no less of a man, even if this predicament is making you feel dysphoric again.”

He said, sitting a bit away from the other, knowing how uncomfortable he was right now. Shinya didn’t eat much at all, and it worried the blonde:

“We should still have your binders, right? I don’t think we got rid of them. I can look for

them, but you need to promise not to wear them to sleep again.”

Shinya merely nodded, and with a kiss on his forehead, Tsu disappeared into the basement. An hour passed, then two until he finally came back:

“Sorry, I got distracted by old clothes. Look at this dress I found!”

He said, showing off a pretty dress he used to wear a lot. It looked even better with his hopefully temporary, more feminine features and he felt gorgeous. Two binders were promptly dropped on Shinya’s lap:

“I sewed little ninja patches on.”

A small smile finally crept on the grey-haired one’s face, which was quickly replaced by tears and a hug; this wasn’t a new sight. But one neither of them had expected again. After hormones and surgeries and a lengthy social transition, they had thought it was over. But of course, life was cruel. It always was with the job they’d taken on, but this was beyond any of that. This wasn’t about getting hurt or dying. This was so much more personal, to both Shinya and himself.

It felt like a setback of years and years of progress and it… frankly, it hurt. Tsu knew that he wasn’t the one having any right to feel hurt, but he did, because he knew he couldn’t do anything but assure and reaffirm his husband. Husband, that’s what he’d always stay no matter what anyone could ever do or say.

“I don’t think I want to have…”

The ninja enthusiast started but Tsunagu just shook his head with a soft smile:

“I know, we don’t have to do anything tonight or until this is over. Don’t you worry about that at all. I’m sure it will be over soon.”

It wasn’t over soon. A week passed, then two, and the two of them were getting increasingly worried. Visiting Kugo a lot, and a quirk specialist who couldn’t tell them more than

“It’s probably temporary.”

And probably wasn’t good enough. So the panic lasted for a whole month until one morning, the blonde was startled awake by a sudden scream from Shinya, who had come back early in the morning from a night shift:

“I’m normal again!”

With a quick pat down, the blonde assured himself of his own return to normalcy and breathed out in relief. He went to the bathroom, where the love of his life stood half undressed by the mirror.

“Oh thank god. I did like the hips though.”

“Your hips were the only good thing about this whole ordeal. Ugh, I thought I'd have to go through hormones and surgeries again I am not not showering for a week again!”

Tsunagu laughed, finally able to cuddle Shinya again, after a whole month of needing to be careful about it to not make him uncomfortable:

“Haha no never again. Glad to see your smile again, I missed it.”

He said, brushing a strand of hair out of his face to cup his cheek; the gleam in his eyes was back. The confidence. The smile. The relief. It was all too wonderful to see. He was wonderful to see. Handsome and happy, how he was meant to be.

“You’re the most beautiful man on this planet, do you know that Shinya?”

“Oh? Strange because I always thought you were.”

They laughed, deeply in love with each other. As they calmed down, only a small chuckle remained as the grey-haired man found his passion to joke again:

“Ryukyu is going to be so disappointed.”

“Oh yeah? She should be happy I’m even sharing you my little worm~”

With that, they continued getting ready for yet another day of hero work, as if nothing had happened, with a refreshed acceptance of whatever it may bring. Because at the end of the day, no matter what could happen, the most important thing was that they had each other.

#edgejeanist #edgeshot #best jeanist #shinya kamihara #tsunagu hakamada #mha #fanfiction #bestshot #best jeanist x edgeshot

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dantegreaves00 · 4 months ago

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Hell-A Love story part three

Dead Island 2 x FtM Reader

Five years before the zombie outbreak that turned LA into Hell-A, Y/N left his sisters place after an argument with her husband. Now he's back, why even he doesn't know. His sister has new friends who are immune to the virus, and her ex Sam B is back on the scene. After being hurt by LA and Hollywood before can Y/N find a home with his sister again and possibly a lover?

A huge thank you to my good friend @brunos-wife360 for helping me out with this and for allowing me to take inspiration from her Slayer x Reader fics.

Also, Ijust wanted to say

Hello readers, this is my first ever series here on Tumbler, so I'm a little nervous about posting.

I decided to give writing a go as there's not a lot of Dead Island 2 fics on here, let alone FtM reader fics.

As long as you don't fetishise FtM trans people, then I don't care if you are cis (female or male) or if you identify as female. You can read my work as long as you know that 1 am FtM and I write for FtM readers.

Also this chapter contains the following

The T word

And the name us brits call cigarettes

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"Oh I didn't mean to interrupt but Emma is looking for you Michael" Amy said as she shut the door behind her.

"Ok, if you need me Y/N, just yell" Michael said as he got up to go. He hugged me once again before leaving the game room.

"So, you're Emma's brother?" Amy asked as she took a seat next to me.

"Yeah, I'm her younger brother you must be Amy then?"

"Yeah that's me, I overheard you and Emma fighting earlier"

"Yeah and not to sound rude but I don't want to talk about it, I just want to forget everything right now" I said not even bothering to look in Amy's direction.

I felt bad for talking to her that way but I've learnt over the years to never let people close. All they do in the end is hurt me so it's better to keep them at a distance .

"Fuck I need a drink" came a voice as the game room doors open again.

"Oh hey Jacob" Amy said leaving me alone to wallow in self pity.

After a while Amy decided to leave, so it was just me and Jacob left in the game room.

"So you mentioned that you used to do your own stunts?" Jacob asked as he sat next to me with a bottle of wine.

"Yeah, when me and Emma did movies together she had a stunt double, they couldn't find one for me so I ended up doing my own" I said taking the drink he offered me.

"Impressive, I was a stunt man before this so do you have a favourite stunt?" He said taking a sip of his drink.

I took a sip as well before turning to face him "I once had to climb a drain pipe using my belt, that was fun, what about you?"

"I had to jump into a lake once and do some underwater stuff" Jacob replied.

"Cool"

"So, what's wrong?" He asked, a genuine look of concern on his face.

"Me and Emma had a fight" I told him.

"About?"

"Why I left"

"Why did you leave?"

"It's a long story"

"I've got nowhere else to be darling"

"Fine but don't go yapping to the others"

••Flashback••

(Five years ago)

I was sitting on the couch, eating my breakfast that Andrea had made for me. Emma was busy reading the script for her new movie.

Robert had left early to meet with his manager, so it was just the two of us which was nice, it felt like old times.

"Hey Y/N, I was thinking later we could go shopping, maybe get a new rug for living room" Emma said as she sat down next to me.

Suddenly the door swung open and in stomped Robert. The noise of the door violently hitting the wall next to it and Robert’s footsteps was enough to make me jump, making me drop my fork into my food that was sitting on my plate in my lap.

“YOU” he snarled at me with a stare that could kill

I looked at him “What?” I asked confused

"You fucking waste of space, I want you gone"

"Now hold on a minute, what's gotten into you?" Emma asked him as he continued to stomp around.

"That thing has been living in my house rent free for years now, it has to go"

"Oh don't be so ridiculous, non of us pay rent Robert, and besides Y/N and I brought this house years before we got married"

"Oh don't worry sister, if his majesty wants me gone then I'm going" I said as I started to walk towards my bedroom to pack.

"Good, I don't want to live with a trannie fag anyway" Robert said as I walked out of the house.

••End of Flashback••

Jacob looked at me in shock for a moment before pulling me into a hug.

We didn't speak for a while, the hug we shared was enough to convey how we were feeling.

"Shit love, I'm sorry you had to experience that" Jacob said as he pulled away from me to pour us both another drink.

"It's ok, after leaving here I stayed with Michael and then left for New York"

"What did you do in New York?"

"Well after filming Dirty Angel I got really into drag so when I moved to New York I started working in a gay club as a Drag Queen"

••Timeskip••

After a few hours of talking with Jacob about my time in New York and his time being a stock broker, we headed back upstairs to the living room, where Andrea was waiting for us with dinner.

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Taglist

@gamergirl-06

@morgana-artt

@amdaspoon

#dead island 2 #dead island 2 x reader #trans author #bruno dead island 2 #dead island 2 bruno #dead island 2 jacob #dead island 2 ryan #dead island 2 carla #dead island 2 amy #Hell-A Love

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elmatashaw · 7 months ago

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El Matashaw

≫I mean, my tumblr is literally called Matashaw, of course I’m gonna have Matashaw headcanons! This post is dedicated to the best person I’ve ever met in the fandom, @vampirateee !! I hope you enjoy them a lot, I love you!!

(Tw for slight nsfw)

General headcanons:

El Matador

trans fem, pansexual, she/her pronouns

Spanish, born in the capital

hyper sexual, but doesn’t accept it because “everyone’s a bit horny sometimes” (she’s horny 24/7)

npd and bdp because, do I have to explain??

crazy bitch with multiple disorders but I love her

loves tight shirts and flare/wide pants (and short skirts but that’s on special occasions), her closet literally has any piece you can think of!

rudest person EVER, doesn’t think before talking, and is not willing to. Apologizing? What’s that?

proudest Spaniard you will ever meet

really silky, soft, long black hair, every time she’s stressed she just caresses it

North Shaw

trans masc, bisexual, he/they pronouns

Both of his parents are Argentinian but he was born in Australia

Has freckles literally everywhere, doesn’t really like them

biggest The Smiths and The Cure fan, some people might call him basic because his favorite song is “Boys don’t cry”. He once listened to it all night and his neighbors called the police on him

HES SO DUMB HE CANT TAKE INDIRECTS FOR HIS LIFE OH MY GOD

stupid ass jock (I’m so mad about the fact they made him smarter in the earlier seasons)

a sucker for love, spent his teenage years hugging his pillow while crying

found out he was into men thanks to an “am I gay” quiz he did as a joke with his friends, he got the highest score out of them and stayed awake the whole night thinking about it

his dancing skills are horrible, but has so much fun in discos, he be hitting the most hideous moves with Blok, but hey, he’s happy!

Ship headcanons:

“North is the smart one and El Matador is the stupid one!” INCORRECT LOUD BUZZER, WRONG. THEY ARE BOTH STUPID AS FUCK

used to shower together but they stopped since North kept peeing on his very dear gf☺️

their first date was to the beach, they both got drunk and decided to go run naked and terrorize seagulls (they later had to run away because the seagulls came for them)

North is sometimes quite insecure about his body, and el matador literally does not help.

——north looking at himself in the mirror clearly feeling insecure

——“babe don’t look at yourself like that your ass is so fat and juicy don’t worry”

all their disagreements get solved with a “I’m at Wendy’s do you want something”

North once presented El to his parents, let’s just say they had to go to couple therapy after that! (Thanks Nel for the hc)

admire each other a lot, but will not say it

when sleeping together North keeps getting in El’s side of the bed. (She pushes him out by literally kicking him) (and he somehow doesn’t wake up)

oh yeah I forgot, NORTH SNORES SO LOUDLY.

El Matador once tried to cover his mouth with water to stop the snoring but he began to choke (and he still somehow didn’t wake up)

when bored El asks North to carry her around the house

North canonically doesn’t shower a lot so his very dear gf (☺️) created a twitter account called “North’s days without showering count” in which she posts things like “day nine without north showering. He smells like hell and says going into the ocean counts as showering.” (account which went pretty viral)

when making out North usually grabs her by her waist

they are so dumb some of their conversations are like this

——“dude I was looking for my phone with my phones flashlight 😂😭”

——“oh my god 😂😭 where was it?”

North once got cancelled for punching a cameraman recording them getting out of a restaurant

they can be in the most serious talk of their life’s with the team and El would star rubbing north’s thight and then looking at him like “you know you want this” (once got caught and coach went on an one hour rant with the boys about why it was wrong)

For North’s birthday El gave him multiple photos of herself and made one of those rose petals path with candles to the room

The most romantic North has even done is letting El eat the last fry

North brushes El’s hair when he’s nervous

every time any of them have a hard day they just curl up on the bed hugging each other while the other one cries (but when asked they both deny it because what the fuck that’s so embarrassing)

talk shit together

——“I CANT believe they put Liquido number one in the best hair of the super league category, HAVE YOU SEEN THAT?”

——“OH MY GOD I KNOW RIGHT IT LOOKS HORRENDOUS WHO EVEN FUCKED HIM UP THAT BADLY”

literally kissed in front of everyone after winning the super league but hey… Those are just rumors, alright??

El matador paints North’s nails but he usually ends up eating the nail polish when dry (again thanks Nel for the hc!!)

every time El sees North talk to someone she immediately comes and enters the conversation as she hugs North (jealous cunt)

Both confessed their love to each other when drunk at a super league event

North has an horrible photo of El sleeping as his phone wallpaper

They both sleep naked

NSFW headcanons:

both absolutely love riding each other

There isn’t a pose they haven’t tried out yet

They both have so much hickeys, and when people ask them why do they both CASUALLY have hickeys they’ll just say “yeah I think the mosquitos empire only comes for our necks… and torsos… and waists… and chests….”

THEY ARE SO LOUD OH MY GOD

once had sex in the beach, they’ve never had more fun (north’s idea)

If you wonder, the glasses ARE STAYING.

once had an argument because North came on her face and stained her glasses so she got mad at him, then North said that she should take the glasses off and oh my god north how could u say that to me learn to control your cum it’s not that hard

El once called North at 3am because she was feeling so horny and dirty talked until the sunrise (me and who..)

blowjobs >>>

they like it rough!!

absolutely despise three-ways. Once tried it out and couldn’t even finish

hair pulling at its finest!!

#supa strikas #supa strikas el matador #matashaw #supa strikas north shaw #Supa strikas headcanons #supa strikas matashaw

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