#my beloved t4t guys

[roman-o-cheese]

Third year of doing this solangelo pride redraw :D they are so beloved

[bugisawesomeasf]

you fuckers are really hating on travis when hes literally a he/him lesbian, also the wilderness is literally a metaphor for girlhood do you really think it wouldve let him survive if he wasnt at least a little girl coded ?

[the-depressed-comedic-relief]

ok the spirit possessed me with this sick idea: so the reason why spy doesn’t share his real name with anyone (even without the fact he keeps his past secret) is that. He doesn’t fucking know it yet. He’s so particular about making sure he has a perfect one to encapsulate him and he hasn’t found one yet. So he just goes by spy. “But what about when he was with scouts mom?” Good question, I propose this: he and scouts mom both met each other before they transitioned, and when they got eloped they switched their birth certificates and went by each others deadnames. But when he left he felt too guilty to keep going by it so he just started calling himself spy.

[savveth]

Eros and Psyche but they are trans…… Warning grldik and boypsy below!!!!!!!!!!!!! (nonsexual nudity) . All angels are transsexual etc etc

[guppiepup]

that stupid and perfect and kind guy i met on this account is dead. im so fucking heartbroken. please, followers, drive safely, watch out for drunk drivers. those who drink and drive? get help. your careless luck runs out. you will crash one day, and you may just take someones life, if not your own.

[beanghostprincess]

slowly but deeply falling into the bottomless pit of cowboy-like romance that is acesan

[cebwrites]

"mimic"

oc x canon (mild) word count: 0.3k

Kotetsu waves Yamato over as he's spotted across the street, seemingly excited about something. He does, Tae repeats that sentence in Kotetsu's exact voice while Izumo snickers when Yamato stands before them.

Yamato's expression in response is vaguely amused but unsurprised, then does the same after clearing his throat. Kotetsu and Izumo are both really impressed, giving him their praise.

Yamato says that "mimics" aren't uncommon among reconnaissance type nin and Tae corroborates; Kotetsu huffs that Tae's not so special after all and gets his cheek pinched by the jonin in question. Izumo points out that it's still a cool quirk to have, if not a nice party trick to have up your sleeve, then asks if they both had more voices to show.

The men agree to entertain their peers for a while with a variety of them, even copying some of the people in their life like Genma or the Fifth herself; hearing Gai's voice come out of Yamato with a fiery expression to match had Kotetsu and Izumo in stitches. Tae had a wide range between high and low, but Yamato's impressions seemed to be more accurate if he went lower.

Yamato mentioned between coughs that he used to be able to mimic more feminine voices too but after a certain point it got harder, then impossible. He met Tae's gaze on him with a small smile and watched the cogs slowly turn in his head in trying to decipher his little hint. Before any questions could be asked, though, Yamato offered to buy lunch for the gang and there were no complaints.

If the boyfriends noticed their little exchange they didn't make a big fuss out of it; Kotetsu and Izumo were, however, giggling and elbowing each other while they walked ahead to give the budding "lovebirds" some "space" together.

[chinateacup]

Any trans Taka or trans Mondo headcanons?

Hi hi hi yes absolutely

(I assumed you meant FTM for both but if not, feel free to send another ask!!)

Mondo started transitioning shortly after puberty with Daiya’s support.

He feels very lucky that he happened to be tall.

Started a strict work out routine to build muscle and has done so many chest exercises to get those pecs.

Mildly irritated that he still can’t grow much facial or body hair.

Daiya was very supportive throughout his transition after some in depth research.

He’s sometimes dysphoric about his hair and eye make up, but he improves with time!

Taka realised he was trans much later in life.

He has a healthy dose of internalised, repressed garbage to sift through before he can tell anyone.

His first short hair cut was a very big deal. He cried a lot.

In general, there are a lot of tears throughout this process.

Like Daiya, Takaaki does a lot of research in order to best support his son.

In Hopes Peak, Taka has a small pride pin on his school bag.

He came out to Mondo in the sauna. Mondo did the same almost immediately. Insert pointing Spider-Man meme.

[cainvstheworld]

Pulse Infinite by Cain Birch

[Text ID: Pulse Infinite by Cain Birch. You, a seismometer, detect the earthquake of my heartbeat, rapid, jackrabbit the first time. The second runs smoother, silver knife through butter, but could still crack foundations, shake the bricks of my hometown. Your lips pray to my chest, my blood rushing, racing to electrify my body and yours. Every inch of us glows, burns into the bed below us. You anoint me with red, blushing deeper into purple. I am drenched in gentle, violet violence, marked by the dozen as yours. Kiss my wrists, and you’ll find my pulse infinite. Yours is lullaby, sinking me into golden haze. Bewitch me, hypnotize me with the harmony of your heartbeat. /End ID]

[himbolover777]

ahem they smoke weed sir

This one is from one week ago but i forgor posting it here...... + filterless alt :3

[poems-of-a-lover]

who's gonna confess their love for me before i go see spiderman across the spiderverse for the third time tomorrow

[tillman]

rodya limbco is instantly topping my charts of Messed Up Girlies i love her So dearly

[ryemackerel]

ONCE AGAIN!! Meet Alexander Lucré and Wyllow Sage! 🫶

Local cryptid goddess from a magical land ends up in a completely new, modernized world unlike her own. She has to navigate through this unfamiliar environment, and eventually stumbles across the city’s owner, who’s a deceptive, charming, and sly businessman. Funny snake guy helps Wyllow navigate the place and gives her a place to stay, and the two over time learn to soften up to each other despite their completely different backgrounds.

YES AFTER ALL THIS TIME I STILL LOVEEE THE BELOVED T4T HUSBAND AND WIFE DUO!! They’re my ocs from a while back, some of you may or may not remember them but! They came from what’s previously known as the TINE (This Is Not The End) AU, and I’m thinking of renaming their universe and adding some of my own characters as well. :]

The two out of the very few amount of ocs in my collection still have a very very special place in my heart, so I wanted to redesign them a bit more to make them different from their previous designs! ofc these are just design concepts and everything is still a wip.

I’m really happy with how they turned out YAYYA I can’t guarantee I’ll post about these guys a whole bunch because the Eddsworld fix still got a hold on me, and Arcane and Sonic have also been becoming interests of mine :-] Hope you enjoy!!

[miguel-owhora]

MIGUEL O'HARA x MALE READER

— 18+ , t4t , cunnilingus , 69 , established relationship , grinding , slight overstimulation , implied tribbing , not beta read

— happy new year everypony !!!! thank you to everypony within the spider society (my beloved moots) for making this year entertaining! and ofc, my followers! you guys have been with me through the thick and thin, through the beginning of my first blog to this one. i may not always show it, but i genuinely appreciate every single one of you, from my moots to my anons, to my followers and those who just stumble upon one of my posts - i appreciate you guys. thank you everypony, and my wife and i wish you all a very happy and fulfilling new year! cheers!!! 🎉🎉🎉

FEMS AND MINORS DNF, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

"You're so wet, mi amor," Miguel murmured, voice low and soothing as his pupils dilated at the sight of your cunt. He wasn't wrong. It was wet and slimy, slick dripping out from the foreplay Miguel had instigated moments ago, your cock sticking out and throbbing. Your pubic hair was slick and stuck to your skin, curly little things. The scent that wafted off your cunt was raw arousal.

Shock.

"Yeah?" You replied back, licking your lower lips, Miguel following the movement. His hands gripped at your thighs, thumbs rubbing along your lips. You were so warm, your heat so addicting.

"Yeah." Miguel whispered back as he leaned over your body to capture your lips with his own. You both moaned, getting lost in each other. Your movements were slow yet no less passionate, appreciating each other, addicted to how you slotted together so nicely, as if the universe made you for each other.

Miguel parted the kiss with a whimpery gasp when he felt your hands rub against his own clothed cunt, no doubt slicking the front of his briefs with his wetness. Miguel groaned underneath his breath and grinded against your hand, little gasps and groans involuntarily spilling out of his mouth. His cock rubbed against your hand, sensitive and needy, and he faltered when you removed your hand.

You were warmly smiling, eyes crinkling with mirth and affectionate. Miguel felt something warm spread along his body, pouring from his heart, and he felt vulnerable. It felt nice. He liked it. He liked how vulnerable you made him.

You tugged at his briefs moments later, leaning up to kiss him, murmuring against his lips. "I wanna eat you out, take 'em off."

Miguel softly moaned against your lips, pressing a sloppy kiss before pulling back to wrangle himself out of his briefs. Uou bit your lips and watched him, eyes trained on his groin, and shock, you clenched around nothing once he was naked.

His pussy was fat, matted with dark curly hair, his cock poking out from the hood. You licked your lips and moved out of the way when Miguel nudged you. He took your spot and laid down, spreading himself on the bed, taking the opportunity to pleasantly stretch his limbs before going pliant.

"I wanna eat you out, too." Miguel said, glancing away with embarrassment and with a smile that was almost shy. You chuckled, leaning down to kiss him again, tugging on his bottom lop once you pulled away, laughing when he tried to pull away.

"You wanna sixty-nine, freaky Miggy?" You teased, smiling when Miguel frowned. Though, it was weaked by the way his face darkened, by the soft look in his eyes.

"You're losing me," He said before shoving you over. You laughed, but nonetheless allowed him to move you until you were sitting on him, your knees bracketing his head while your face was positioned above his pussy. You could feel his hot breath puff against your pussy, and you felt yourself go warm, flustered but aroused.

"You look stunning," You heard him say, voice muffled. Seconds later, you felt him grab onto your asscheeks, spreading the fat globes and licking a flat stripe up your hole, and shock, how you clenched and gasped, tensing up.

"Just getting straight into it," You breathed out. You lowered your head and pressed a kiss to his mons pubic, through the pubic hair that lightly coated it. You grasped his thighs and spread them, opening up Miguel even more.

You moaned when he spread your folds and licked along the sides, teasing bastard. In retaliation, you also spread his folds and without any warning, took his cock into your mouth. The reaction was beautiful.

"Shock!" Miguel gasped, buckling into your mouth on instinct, his thighs tensing underneath your grip. He moaned, high and whimpery, as you sucked on his cock, twirling the sensitive nub around with your mouth with youe tongue, lowly moaning. Slick dribbled out of his hole, to which you scooped up with your finger and shoved back in, thrusting your finger in and out.

Miguel moaned, grinding into your mouth before he attached his mouth to your cunt. You moaned around his cock, clenching around his tongue when it slipped inside your hole. You felt it wiggle around, licking up your slick and juices, shamelessly grinding down on his face just as he grinded up into yours.

It was an erotic sight, two men grinding into each other's faces as fireworks exploded outside, and it wasn't even 12 am yet! Well, soon, in a couple of minutes.

All too soon, Miguel dug his nails into your thighs, talons unsheathing and prickling at your skin, as he wrapped a leg around your head and pushed you down into his cunt. He moaned, shamelessly, mouth falling open in a silent scream as he came.

His pussy throbbed, waves of ecstasy washing over him as you slurped on his pussy like it was your last meal. You let your man grind into your face, feeling absolutely filthy as you did whatever you could to make it amazing. And with the way Miguel squirmed and arched, with the way he squealed and trembled, hips jerking and cock throbbing, how shocking wet he grew, it was extraordinary.

Miguel kept you like that for a couple of minutes, whimpering and choking on his spit as you continued to suck on his cock, licking up his slick and slurping his folds. Then, he removed his legs and tried to push you away. Tried, as he was too spent to do it, instead, you rolled over.

"You okay, pretty?" You softly asked as you leaned back on your arm, hovering over him with a gentle expression on your face.

Miguel looked stunning. His face was flushed, pretty tears clinging to his lashes as he tried to catch his breath. His t-scars glowed red underneath his pecs, a softness to his belly that wasn't there months ago, only appearing once he got into a relationship with you, once he got comfortable with you. Once he got domestic.

You brushed a hand against his face, stroking him. His eyelashes fluttered against his cheekbone, so beautiful. He swallowed and opened them.

"Yeah, I'm okay." Miguel whispered. He subconsciously leaned into your hand and sighed, eyes fluttering before he glanced over at you. His lips curled into an almost shy yet flirty one.

"Trib?" He asked, spreading his legs open. His cunt was puffy. His cock was swollen and poked out from the hood, his pussy slick and dripping with his juice, and fuck, he looked delicious.

You licked your lips and looked down at Miguel, who looked so gorgeous you wanted to scream. Instead, you took a deep breath and exhaled.

"You know me so well," You murmured instead, pupils dilating. Miguel's lips curled into a smug one. He leaned up and pulled you down, kissing your lips, just as fireworks exploded outside, like an endless onslaught.

"Happy new year, mi amor," He purred, sickeningly sweet. "Now," Miguel pushed you away with a chuckle. "Fuck yourself against my pussy."

You groaned, gripping his thighs as you slotted yourself between them and positioned your pussy against his, your cock poking against him. You leaned down to kiss him again, just as you rolled your hips. You swallowed his moan, trading your own into his mouth.

"Happy new year, Miguel."

© MIGUEL-OWHORA

[danyvhell-writes]

Ais headcanons pt 2 ! (Touchstarved)

GN reader - no warnings | Ais, my beloved. My brain won't stop thinking about him, there's so much to say omg ! I need to draw him this is serious :')

+ Not really a headcanon but when I first saw Ais in the trailer I thought he would be a kinda pirate character :') don't make fun of me lmaouiadubgziu !! I really imagined our first encounter with him on the coast of the city/harbor and that his story would be based on pirate tales and marine legends. I'm still sticking to my idea that it would be fucking awesome to have Ais as a captain or something, traveling the seas and oceans with him and his crew. (let me dream) PIRATE AIS AU WHEN ????!!? (Helloooo sailor !!)

• Has really pretty hands for someone who fights so much ! Likes to be presentable in front of you.

• He's a simp in his own ways. Someone making a remark about how good looking you are, he's gonna brag "Damn right they are ! Look at them."

• If you're mixed or have unusual features for your ethnicity, he would try to guess your origins (and he's strangely good at it ?). And if you have a weird/rare mix it's even more fun to see him struggle a bit.

• Likes to share foods ! Please feed him, he loves it. He'll just watch your dish with insistance until you ask him "You want some ?" and lean opening his mouth. He'll gently make you taste his meal in return. You're his little sparrow after all, so of course he's gonna let you peck in his plate.

• If your gaze meets his, he'll wink casually. It's his way to say "Hi babe."

• Completely forgot to ad this in my last hc post but !! If you use ASL, he will learn just so he can talk with you. Teach him everything you know, he's a good student >:) And if you happen to know how to read lips, this man would be thrilled to learn how to do it ! I just know he'd love to spy on people's conversation and gossip with you hehehe

• When you guys go on a walk and see sparrows he's always saying stuff like "Look, your friends' saying hi !" "This one looks just like you, cute." or "Wonder who's the real little sparrow… Sure you're not an impostor hm ?"

• When he doesn't smoke, he smells like a mix of cloves, iodine, humid air & metal (you know what i mean ?)

• Ties up his hair in a little ponytail sometimes and it's the cutest thing ever !!!

• If you're sensitive to the smell of cigarette (I personally despise that shit), he'd be careful not to smoke near you or puff in your direction. Passive smoking is not an option ! When you tell him it's fine, he responds "I don't want to screw up your healthy lil lungs !" ↑ However if you take cigs too, he'll gladly share a smoke with you. Really likes to have a calm talk with you while you guys enjoy your stuff. (+ shotgun kiss grrr)

• If you trip on your feet or something while walking, no need to feel ashamed. He would simply do the same on purpose to reassure you and act like it's something casual. "Can't watch my feet either apparently :)" You can be clumsy around him, do not worry !

• We know he doesn't like easy fights and he's kinda into brats so… give him challenges. Dumb ones, hard ones whatever you want ! He needs adrenaline and what's better than a little dare. "Bet you can't climb that tree in less than twenty seconds !" "Oh yeah ? Don't be presumptuous, I'll show you." and there he goes, perching himself on a big branch.

• Related to that... You're a snarky little shit ? Good. He likes it. Be cocky with him, that's what he needs. Of course he loves your soft side but no bickering nor teasing would be boring. This man needs a challenge.

• Loves going on walks with you and his babies (soulless). He'd show you around, make you visit nice places you've never been to and you get to play with Princess + the rest of the pack ! Sometimes his destinations are a little perilous but it's worth the risk. Two whole hours walking in the mist to watch the sunset ? Okay let's go, handsome !

• You're a trans person ? Great. He is too. Now go makeout like the T4T couple you are. (My Ais is trans and I won't come back on this statement 🏃🏽‍♂️💨)

• Always rests his hand on your hip. Number one resting place, comfortable & perfect shape for it. Sometimes the touch feels almost ghosting against you, you wonder if you're imagining things. Please, do the same for him. His waist is literally snatched with that pretty belt of his, perfect place to put your hands on ! He would really appreciate.

• He's good with makeup. Let him put you some red eyeliner so you guys can match ;) Just imagine him holding your face gently while he's concentrated on making a cool pattern with the liner. "Don't move." "I'm trying sorry !" "Am I that distracting to you ?". He won't mind if you try some on him. Dark lipstick omg, he'll rock that shit !

[rattycattyfanfic]

if you're still taking writing suggestions: t4t adamanda on a run 2 the grocery store? (i am so desperate for t4t adamanda crumbs though i would take anything at all LMAO)

t4t adamanda my beloved!!! what if we were 2 grotty smokers going jigsaw food shopping and we were both trans and traumatised. have this idk!!

737 words (woohoo!), brief mentions of canonical starving & trauma

She feels far away, swaddled in John’s too-big hoodie and hidden under the shadow of a baseball cap as she browses rows of gaudy plastic packaging. Her mind is abuzz with the logistics of the latest trap, counting down the seconds they have to do the weekly grocery run before she has to get back to him. She can barely focus on the snacks in front of her, the frosty soda cans, and so after a brief glance behind her, she snags a random packet with barely a glimpse at the label. John’s credit card is burning a hole through the pocket of her cargo pants, and yet she squirrels the mystery bag safely inside her hoodie – pure instinct, muscle memory. 

“Hurry it up, idiot,” she grunts, scuffing her boots against linoleum until she’s hovering at Adam’s shoulder. “We’ve gotta get back.” Her hip knocks into his, and the poor guy startles for half a second, freezing before rolling his eyes and shaking his head. His hair is getting longer, a little scruffy, but it looks good on him, somehow, in the same way that ugly JNCOs and his increasingly gaunt eye bags look good on him. 

“Yeah, right,” he mutters, “Whatever,” and pushes an armful of snacks into her hands. Amanda works her jaw slightly and resettles herself, struggles not to drop anything. It’s all shit, pure shit, Doritos and deli meats and snack cakes, and she smothers the laugh that threatens to bubble up, because it’s exactly what she’d pick too. She glances up, winces at the fluorescents, and Adam is already trailing towards the till. She follows absently, compelled to stay close as if he’s still her captive and not now one of them. There’s always the risk that he’ll run, crumble under the weight of their job and go straight to the cops laden with indisputable evidence, but somehow Amanda knows Adam wouldn’t. 

He’s too much like her. Too much like her, and people like them rarely get along well with the authorities. 

Adam has gathered even more snacks on the way to the till, a helpless kid picking up every vaguely appealing thing he sees. It makes her want to roll her eyes, and then it makes her feel sick. She remembers getting him out of that bathroom, keeping him on her couch – half-hostage, half-patient – and feeding him until his belly hurt, reminding him to eat slower, steadier as she’d nursed him back to health. Guilt wriggles in her gut, and she can’t bring herself to needle him about John’s poor credit card. Thing is probably fucking bottomless anyway. She’ll let Adam have this. 

He’s pointing out a carton of cigarettes when she dumps the armful of so-called groceries at the till, mumbling and directing the cashier’s arm like a fucking claw machine. “No, not those – stop, yeah, that’s it,” he chirps, and snatches them up greedily before they even hit the counter. He gestures vaguely towards Amanda, a little sheepish, and the cashier looks at her expectantly. 

“John would have a conniption,” she says and hands the cashier John’s card, eying the cigarettes, the way Adam’s fingers edge along the packaging, already tearing at plastic and cardboard. He gives himself away in moments like this, aggravated movements over a cigarette carton, a frustrated edge that he tries to keep hidden under quick jokes and dopey grins. Their shared late-night cigarette breaks are probably the only thing keeping him together, some days.

“Probably,” Adam agrees with a shrug, and bounces on his toes a little, antsy. “I’ll bum you one,” he offers, and edges towards the automatic door. 

“Yeah, you will,” Amanda grumbles, and pushes one of the polythene bags full of his stupid snacks into his hands. Adam rolls his eyes, mutters something under his breath, but he takes the bag and quirks the very corner of his lips, and for a moment they are just two stupid people. Later, that stupid oaf of a detective will yell at them for buying absolutely nothing of nutritional value, and the two of them  will smoke a cigarette under the cover of that leaky tin roof outside the warehouse and talk about nothing. She’ll share her shoplifted snacks with him, whatever they turn out to be, and maybe someone will get the other off with hands and mouth, unabashed and hedonistic, and they’ll just be two people in this shitstorm of a life.